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RIOT!

Fireworks erupt from all four turnbuckles, as well as the stage and the titontron. The fans are swept up in the madness provided by this breathtaking pyrotechnics display, realizing that another edition of Riot! is officially underway. The equally as excited vocals of both Mark Comeau and Susie Moore can be heard in the background.

Mark Comeau: Welcome to IWC Riot! on the eve of the Overbooked Extravaganza. We’re coming to you live from the Manhattan Center with a loaded lineup.

Susie Moore: Yay, I actually get to introduce myself this week, I have a joke and everything to do it. A cricket walked into a bar….

Comeau: Hold that thought, what is this?

A mixed reaction is heard from the crowd as Krissie McMorris staggers through the curtains, flailing her arms to try and keep herself upright. She looks to be in a state of shock as she reaches for her jaw, the curtains parting behind her as Aurora Rose comes rushing out. Rose nails Krissie to the back with a forearm, knocking her to the ramp and sending her rolling towards the ring.

Mark: Krissie McMorris being attacked by Aurora Rose right here at the start of Riot!

Moore: Dammit, will I ever get to tell my joke?

Comeau: Thankfully not, because Aurora is pouncing on the woman who forcefully married her to David Freak several weeks ago.

Krissie continues to roll down the ramp, still stunned as she feebly tries to get to her feet. She’s immediately taken by her hair, a vengeful Aurora charging her at the steel steps and slamming her face into them. The impact severally disorientates Krissie as she is rolled into the ring by Rose who eagerly climbs onto the apron. Her fiery eyes are firmly focused on Krissie who is desperately trying to crawl away from her.

Aurora: I don’t hear you laughing now Krissie. HAHAHAHA, this sure is funny isn’t it?

An enraged yet methodical Aurora slips into the ring and approaches Dan Douglas’ liaison, kicking her between the shoulder blades. McMorris falls forward into the ropes, leaning on them for support and begging off, pleading with Aurora to stop this. It’s obvious that Rose isn’t about to show even an inkling of mercy as she takes Krissie around the neck, dragging her to the center of the ring and preparing for the Sinful Desires.

Mark: Aurora on the verge of finishing Krissie off and obtaining her vindication.

Moore: I guess Krissie gave them a really crummy wedding present.

Aurora begins to charge forward to hit her version of the stratusfaction when she’s grabbed by the shoulder and spun around. She has no time to react before being dragged into a front chancery by Stacy Raines then planted head first into the canvas with a DDT. Her cranium collides violently with the ring, sending her rolling to her back where she writhes in agony. Jessica Raines and Conner Anderson are now entering the ring as well.

Moore: AAAHHH, it’s the Killer Clowns from Outer Space!

Comeau: Actually, it’s Aurora’s opponents tonight, the Raines Sisters getting a drop on her.

An intense Jessica begins stomping repeatedly at the back of Aurora’s head with her big goth boot while Conner is removing a tie from around his neck. He wraps it around Rose’s wrists and then ties them to the middle cable, leaving her completely defenseless. The aching McMorris has rolled out of harm’s way, shouting instructions from the safety of the outside mats.

Susie: Ew, this is getting kinky, and I didn’t even bring my camcorder.

Mark: Now the Raines tying up Aurora, trying to take her out before their match tonight and their four corners bout at the Overbooked Extravaganza.

Stacy removes her belt, wadding it up in her hand then swinging it with great force right into Aurora’s back. A scream is heard from Rose as Stacy again slaps her over the back with the leather. Suddenly a loud outburst is heard from the crowd as David Freak urgently slides into the ring.

Comeau: David Freak now coming out here, which could be good or bad considering what went down last week.

Moore: It’s about time Aurora’s husband put her foot down.

A smiling Conner spins around when David gives him a bionic elbow to the top of the head, knocking him down to the canvas. Both Stacy and Jessica turn towards him only to have Freak rush forward and almost behead them with a double lariat. The Raines Sisters crash to the ring then roll under the ropes to the outside alongside Conner, all of them looking equally as outraged. Aurora unties her hands, standing up and spinning to face a smirking David, finding herself shocked by his assistance.

Comeau: David clearing the ring but what is going to happen between husband and wife now?

Moore: Someone cue Barry White. I love his song Mandy.

Aurora and David have interlocked eyes, unsure of what is going to happen next. Outside of the ring the Raines Sisters are now plotting with Conner while Krissie is slouched over on the ramp, talking to a stagehand. He nods then talks into a headset, prompting referee Fitzpatrick to come charging out from the back.

Comeau: It looks like we’re not going to find out what Aurora thinks about this because here comes referee Fitzpatrick, meaning we’re about to see Freak and Rose going at it against the Raines Sisters.

Moore: Me likey impromptu matches.

DAVID FREAK & AURORA ROSE
VS.
THE RAINES SISTERS

Referee Fitzpatrick slides into the ring and motions for the Raines to do the same. Conner has finished instructing them as the two gothic divas jump to the apron, Jessica sliding through the ropes. Aurora wants to get at them but given the beatdown she suffered Freak stands in her way, gently guiding her towards the corner. She annoyingly blows a strand of hair from her face and slips through the ropes to the apron.

Mark: The action about to start in this match with Aurora surprisingly complying with Freak’s wishes. Maybe she’s growing to trust this man.

Moore: I’d trust him, just look at those honest nostrils.

David insists on starting things out for his team, immediately charging across the ring at Jessica and throwing a right hand that she ducks. She steps behind Freak and with her big boot delivers a kick to the back of his thigh. She then throws a forearm over his upper back, knocking him forward into the turnbuckle. He turns, wedging his spine against the corner as Stacy reaches over the cables, wrapping the tag rope around his throat, strangling the life out of him. All the while Jessica is stomping him over and over again to the ribs.

Comeau: We saw this type of teamwork from the Raines sisters last week, now we’re seeing it again as they double team Freak.

Moore: Jessica is using that boot that I love so much.

Finally Jessica stops the stomping and rushes forward, connecting with a step up knee strike straight to an already dazed Freak’s face. She now drops down beside him and wraps her arm around his neck, rushing forward out of the corner for a bulldog. Before she can connect Freak grabs her wrist and pushes her off, sending Jessica charging forward but being turned back towards the newly married man thanks to his grasp on her arm. He now pulls her forward into a short arm lariat that Jessica ducks rushing into the ropes behind him and jumping to the second cable. She springs off and twists in mid-air as Freak turns right into a buzzsaw kick that connects right across his face. Both competitors fall to the ring with Jessica rolling across it right back to her feet.

Moore: How did she do that in those big boots, I can barely even walk in boots that size, especially while chewing gum.

Comeau: It’s like Freak is so obsessed with proving himself to Aurora that he’s completely dropping the ball in the ring.

David grips at his forehead after that nasty kick while Jessica approaches Stacy, slapping her hand for the tag. The veteran Raines sister enters the ring and waits behind a slowly rising Freak, urging him to reach his feet. Despite the many blows he’s thus far sustained to the head David begins to stand up just in time for Stacy to rush up behind him and grab hold of the back of his head. She lunges forward, dragging David down face first into the canvas with a modified bulldog.

Comeau: And the Raines sisters just continue to press their advantage in this tag team encounter. They bring much more tag experience into this match after all.

Aurora watches on from her corner, shaking her head with dissatisfaction while Freak longingly looks up at her from the canvas. That’s when Stacy charges in delivering a straight kick right between his eyes, knocking him back down to the canvas. From the outside of the ring Conner watches with that same disturbing smirk, enjoying the brutality that the sisters are inflicting on their opponents.

Stacy now rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off then charging forward and lunging into the air, she comes down with a back first splash right across David’s sternum. He writhes in anguish while Stacy gets to her feet and approaches Jessica, slapping her hand.

The young Raines sister scales the turnbuckle awkwardly in her big boots, reaching the top rope while David incoherently tries to stand up below. He just reaches his feet and turns towards the Gothic Diva who takes flight with a crossbody. David ducks down out of the way at the last second, causing Jessica to collide with nothing but canvas. She rolls across it gripping at her ribs then rises to her feet, trying to block the pain coursing through her ribs.

She stands up and glares at David who is leaning back first against the ropes for support, still reeling from the effects of the brutality suffered onto him. Jessica stomps her big boot and rushes forward, launching it into the air for a kick when David catches her around the leg and lifts her into the air, delivering a capture backbreaker right across his knee.

Mark: David finally avoiding the wrath of that huge goth boot which has been Jessica’s primary weapon in these tag team bouts.

Moore: Good, Jessica reminds me of one of those girls who would hang out behind the gym smoking cigarettes, talking about death and never inviting me to their emo socials.

Jessica rolls around the ring gripping at her spinal column while Stacy now enters to come to her sister’s assistance. She rushes forward when Freak launches himself from his knees into a diving shoulder block. It connects, knocking Stacy down hard to the canvas. This allows David to now roll across the ring towards Aurora and slap her knee through the cables. She wasn’t expecting it and thus couldn’t avoid it, yet surprisingly she smirks and grabs the top rope, springing to it. Both Raines sisters are reaching their feet when Aurora comes flying off the top rope and connecting with a double lariat, knocking them all down to the canvas.

Comeau: Aurora with the tag prompting that high flying double lariat that has taken out both of her opponents!

Moore: She just killed two birds with one Toyota.

The Raines sisters grip at their throats while slowly progressing to their feet, backs turned towards the upright Aurora. She now rushes forward, catching them both around their necks and setting up for a double Sinful Desires as she charges into the cables. They promptly stop her both of them standing up with their shoulders wedged to her spine, this causes Aurora to have to flip over backwards, landing on her feet right behind both of her opponents. They quickly deliver a double spinning back heel kick to her ribs, doubling her over then taking her around the neck and lifting her into the air for a double suplex. That’s when Aurora shifts her weight and instead drags them down head first into the canvas with a stereo DDT to a huge reaction from the crowd.

Comeau: Ohhh, Aurora continuing her momentum sense making the tag. Thankfully there weren’t any mysterious knee injuries this time.

Moore: She’s taking them out quicker than Speedy Gonzalez. I love Mexican stereotypes.

The crowd is getting really pumped up for Aurora who rolls backwards onto her feet, glaring at Stacy who gets to her feet in a wobbly fashion. She stumbles backwards into the corner, her arms falling over the ropes to keep herself upright as Aurora comes barreling in. She jumps into the air, delivering a vicious lariat that connects right to Stacy’s throat, Rose’s legs slipping between the ropes as she now sits on the second cable. She has no idea that Jessica has reached her feet behind her, stepping in and jumping into the air. Jessica wedges her knees to Aurora’s back and drags her down off of her seated position on the second rope into a back stabber. Both of her knees ram hard right into Rose’s spine, causing her to convulse as she rolls across the canvas.

Moore: CHECKERS!

Comeau: A nasty backbreaker variation from Jessica, debilitating Aurora’s fast paced action.

The winded Stacy rolls out of the ring while Jessica crawls into the cover on Aurora, hooking her leg.

Rose launches her shoulder from the ring, avoiding defeat at the hands of the Gothic Diva. She sits up dismayed over this kick out then reaches her feet, stepping in and jumping high into the air. She comes down elbow first right into Aurora’s sternum then rises to a standing base and falls with a headbunt into her chest. She now gets to her feet and places her big boot right to Aurora’s throat, pushing down on her knee and choking the life out of her opponent. The official steps in and starts a five count, reaching four until Jessica finally takes her boot away.

She turns and approaches Stacy, slapping her hand and tagging her back into this contest. The Raines approach the laid out Aurora while Jessica places her foot in the cupped hands of her sister. Stacy lifts up on her sister’s foot and sends her flipping backwards into a moonsault. She crashes right on top of Rose and then rolls out of the way while Stacy steps forward and performs a standing frog splash. Stacy comes down on top of Aurora and hooks her leg.

To the disbelief of the Raines, Aurora is able to kick out.

Comeau: More tag team precision from the Raines sisters.

Moore: They are jumping all over the place like a bunch of acrobats, is this the circus? Can I give the elephant peanuts?

Mark: Find an elephant and you can feed it whatever you want.

Susie: Finally, a purpose to life.

Aurora grips at her mid-section while rolling towards the corner, grabbing the ropes and pulling herself to her feet. Every inch of her frame is aching as she stands and wedges her back to the corner, Stacy rolling towards her onto her elbows and knees. Jessica barrels across the ring now and steps off of her sister’s back, launching herself into her opponent with a modified leg lariat. The collision is absolutely devastating, causing Aurora to drop to her seat across the canvas, her back pressed to the corner.

Stacy now stands up and rushes across the ring, flipping forward into an upside down senton splash right against the seated Rose. This vicious collision leaves Aurora convulsing while her ankles are grabbed and she is dragged to the center of the ring. Stacy falls into the lateral press.

Rose kicks out, shooting her shoulder from the ring.

Stacy stands and rolls Aurora over to her feet, slapping her across the face then kicking her to the gut. She takes her around the arms and twists her around, lifting her up into the air for the Blood Raines (Vertibreaker). Before she can connect with the move Aurora wraps her legs around Stacy’s head and pulls herself up into a seated position across the back of her neck. She now falls in reverse, countering the vertibreaker into a reverse hurricarana that causes Stacy to be spiked right on top of her head.

Moore: Stacy trying to do a headstand but she hurt herself. I spent six weeks in a hospital after my last headstand attempt.

Comeau: Actually Aurora just countered Stacy’s vertibreaker into a nasty reverse hurricarana, which is just the move she needed to get her team back into this encounter.

Aurora pushes herself up onto her elbows and knees, agonizing after everything she’s been hit with by the Raines sisters and listening to Freak calling out for the tag. He hops up and down, his fingers twiddling as his wife begins to crawl towards him. She looks up into his face, just inches away from the tag when she shakes her head, refusing to slap her husband into this match. David looks shocked.

Freak: Where’s the trust? Do we need to see a councilor already?

A hurting Aurora rises to her feet, turning towards the rising Stacy when David reaches over the ropes and slaps her shoulder. Rose looks offended by this tag while Freak slips into the ring and acts like he’s rolling up imaginary sleeves.

David: This is a man’s work sweety.

He rushes forward right into a back elbow to the face from Stacy, knocking him down hard to the canvas. Aurora rolls her eyes and backs towards the ropes, finally just shrugging and letting David take over. An aching David stands up when Stacy chops her across the sternum then takes him by the back of the head, whipping him into the cables. He bounces off and comes back in at Stacy before dropping down and slipping through her legs. Freak stands up behind Stacy and takes her around the waist, snapping back into a vicious German suplex.

Comeau: That was a vicious suplex by Freak going for the pin after a rather audacious tag.

Moore: He’s such a loving husband, watching out for his wife like that. None of my previous husbands ever did that for me, except for the one who locked me in the closet for weeks on end, which I guess was for my own protection.

Mark: Uh, yeah, disturbing.

The ref drops and makes the count.

Jessica enters the ring and stomps at David’s stomach with her big goth boot then smiles in the direction of Rose. Obviously Aurora doesn’t take too kindly to this, slipping through the ropes and rushing at Jessica who looks up in time to be hit with a crossbody that takes both women over the ropes to the outside of the ring.

A tired David rolls to his knees clutching at his ribs while Stacy slaps her to one cheek, then the other. She spins around for a twisting back fist when David stands and tries to decapitate her with a lariat. Stacy ducks it at the last second, rushing into the ropes behind him and springing off the second cable. She twists around flying towards David only to be hit with a devastating clothesline from hell to a huge reaction from the crowd.

Comeau: Clothesline from hell out of nowhere!

Moore: That looked as painful as watching a Paulie Shore movie.

Before he goes for the pin David looks up at Aurora who is re-entering their corner and now shakes his head. He steps over Stacy and slaps Aurora’s palm, leaving Rose confused before she jumps to the top rope then springs from it into a forward flip. She comes crashing down right on top of Stacy with a senton bomb then drops back and hooks her leg to tremendous fanfare.

An eruption of cheers emanates from the fans, who are going nuts over Aurora’s and David’s victory.

Mark: What a shocker here tonight, David Freak and Aurora Rose successfully teaming up and taking out the Raines Sisters. I never thought these two would get on the same page.

Moore: This is just like Pretty Woman, and now I’m crying.

Aurora rises to her feet still reaching for the back of her neck while Stacy rolls under the ropes to the outside where Conner snatches her up from the mats. David slowly approaches Rose who holds up her fists, unsure of what to expect. Suddenly Freak grabs one of her hands, and places a gentle, soothing kiss on the back of it. This behavior befuddles Rose, her eyes scrutinizing David as he drops to his knees and rolls under the ropes. All the while he never takes his eyes off of her, even as he backs up the ramp winking in her direction.

Comeau: Things getting interesting between this forcefully married couple of Rose and Freak. I wonder if they’ll show the same cohesiveness in that Quest for the Crowns preview match at the Overbooked Extravaganza?

Moore: I can’t wait, this is just like Days of Our Lives, only with better acting.

Aurora continues to oddly watch David as he backs towards the curtains.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

IWC…..At least there are no pause buttons

WRATH OF THE WHEEL

To a mostly mixed ovation the show returns from commercial and provides footage of one Desolation seated in the center of the ring. A flannel shirt clings to his frame while planted on a steel chair, a microphone contained in his grasp. The fans find themselves befuddled in regards to how to react as a gaggle of Loons surround the ring adorned in leather, trying to look like a roving gang of menacing bikers. But the main source of concern for the fans is the giant wheel centered behind the Dark Man’s back.

Comeau: Oh please, oh God no. Not again.

Moore: That big wheel is back, yay! I’ve never seen wheels this big that weren’t made of cheese.

Mark: Don’t tell me we’re going to be forced to relive “Spin the Wheel, Make the Deal” again. I’d rather be given a root canal by a blind dentist with arthritis.

The wheel is positioned between two sure fire hall of famers, Hellkat, who again suggestively clutches its lever, and the Cartel Champion itself, Ladder.

Loons: SPIN THE WHEEL….make the deal, SPIN THE WHEEL….make the deal, SPIN THE WHEEL….make the deal.

These demands are made while the Loons slap the aprons, the camera briefly cutting to Crazy Eddie Mitchell once again contained by a Hannibal Lecter mask and a straight jacket. Finally the camera comes back to the smirking Desolation who extends his arm towards the massive wheel.

Desolation: Welcome one and all to Spin the Wheel, Make the Deal, THE SEQUEL!

Cheers, boos, and laughter emit from the sold out crowd while Desolation continues.

Desolation: As some of you may be aware of, well the three of you who still frequent the meaningless IWC website, it was announced that here tonight Ladder will be making yet another grandiose title defense.

This announcement is met with some dejection from the fans.

Desolation: And of course it’s a prerequisite that every title defense that Ladder makes must be decided by the almighty wheel. You have to admit that if the Ladder possessed testicles they would have to be huge and probably aluminum, considering that it allows its fate to be decided through such nefarious means. But before we decide what kind of match Ladder is going to courageously defend its title in I’d like to take a moment to address the absence of my little midget cohort.

The one eyed midget is not present at the Dark Man’s side, which seems to be cause for concern.

Desolation: Sadly he could not be here tonight due to a tragic accident involving explosives. I sent him on a mission to rig Johnny Kingdom’s boat with C4 while the Team Leader occupied himself playing volleyball against some inner city youths with terrible acting skills. Unfortunately he wired the explosives wrong and ended up blowing off one of his hands….

Desolation appears momentarily grief stricken by this news while Hellkat hangs her head sadly.

Desolation: But much like the timeless cliché implies, “every cloud has its silver lining,” because HAND has graciously volunteered its services and will be surgically grafted to my little midget henchman’s bloody stump. And this botched homicide attempt has reminded me that I don’t need explosives, midgets, or even wrestling talent to beat Johnny Kingdom at the upcoming Overbooked Extravaganza. All it will take is a few chops, a couple of painful kicks and the classic Curb Stomp to put an end to Mr. Kingdom. He may claim to be something special, to be unlike the drones I’ve defeated with relative ease in the past, but come Sunday I’ll dispel such ludicrous claims by beating him just as quickly as I have every other challenge.

This statement is met with boos from the crowd while Desolation dismissively waves off the Kingdom topic and turns back towards the wheel.

Desolation: However my impending clash with Kingdom isn’t important, what needs to take center stage here is Ladder and the lengths it’s willing to go to in order to retain the Cartel title I bestowed upon it. So without over-hyping this match to the point that it becomes as bland and anticlimactic as Christian Savior let’s spin the wheel!

Loons: SPIN THE WHEEL….make the deal, SPIN THE WHEEL….make the deal.

They excitedly slap the aprons yet again while Hellkat pulls down on the lever, every eye attentively watching the spinning wheel.

Moore: I hope it lands on “Cream Corn Massacre.”

Comeau: I’m more partial to the “Musical Chairs” stipulation.

The wheel continues to ominously spin before finally settling on “Dressed as You Are Gauntlet.” Desolation eagerly nods as he approaches Ladder, the Cartel title still hanging around its rungs.

Desolation: There you have it Champ, you’ll be defending your Cartel title in an over the top rope open invitation come dressed as you are gauntlet. A match where absolutely anyone can come out and challenge for the gold in one minute intervals. This should be a clusterfuck for the AGES, so good luck in there.

Desolation and Hellkat vacate the ring while the leather clad Loons cautiously begin to remove the wheel, clearing it from harm’s way. Ladder defiantly stands tall in the center of the squared circle, ready to face any challenger from the back on its own.

Comeau: Here we go, apparently Ladder is going to defend the Cartel title in an over the top come dressed as you are rumble.

Moore: I can’t even say all of that without running out of breath. GO LADDER GO!

OVER THE TOP ROPE COME DRESSED AS YOU ARE GAUNTLET

Hellkat and Desolation are now planted in chairs at ringside, waiting for this confrontation to commence. Referee Stuart Wright is now in the ring, waiting along with everyone else to see who is going to be the first challenger for the belt.

Comeau: Who’s going to accept this challenge for the Cartel title?

Moore: I hope it’s Tugboat!

“Unholy Confession” by Avenged Sevenfold hits the PA system and the “Lionheart” Ryan Mills comes rushing out from the backstage area. He is dressed in basic slacks and an “I’m With Stupid” t-shirt featuring an upward turned arrow, as he comes bolting in the direction of the ring.

Mark: It looks like “Lionheart” Ryan Mills is going to be the first challenger for the belt.

Moore: Who? Isn’t Lionheart a Jean Claude Van Damme movie?

Comeau: Yes, sadly. I’m guessing this is going to be fought under normal gauntlet rules, with a new competitor coming out every minute, and eliminations occurring via being thrown over the top rope until it comes down to the final two competitors, at which point pinfalls and submissions will decide the fate of the Cartel title.

Ryan precariously circles Ladder, devising a plan on how to properly tackle this goliath of an opponent. He suddenly charges forward and tries to clothesline it only to hurt his own arm in the process. In agony he turns away, shaking his bicep and rubbing at it. He now turns around and kicks the Ladder only to painfully stub his toe. Mills hops on one foot and rubs his foot before stepping forward and raking one of the Ladder’s rungs.

Susie: CHEATER!

Desolation and Hellkat shake their heads with discontent as Mills picks up the Ladder, placing it across his chest and approaching the ropes.

Comeau: Ladder on the verge of being eliminated already.

Susie: Fight it Ladder, fight it!

Ryan’s slender arms are having trouble supporting the weight of Ladder as he approaches the ropes only to finally topple over backwards. Apparently he didn’t have enough strength to eliminate the near seven footer as it comes crashing down onto his sternum. Ryan kicks his legs, completely trapped under the weight of Ladder, unable to get out from beneath its immense weight. A little timer appears in the corner of the screen.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

A buzzer sounds throughout the arena.

Comeau: I wonder who’s going to be the next challenger for the title.

Moore: If it’s not the Gobbledy Gooker then I don’t care.

Suddenly the tarp hanging from the apron is thrown into the air, and a grumpy SPIDER looks around, rubbing at his red eyes. A blanket is covering him and a pillow is present under his head as he slowly observes his surroundings, wondering what’s going on. He suddenly hears the cheers from the crowd, making him think he’s in a wrestling match and momentarily inspiring him to vacate his home under the ring. Empty beer cans are knocked over and various pieces of garbage tumble off of his blanket and pillow as he throws both of them into the ring and now slides in himself amongst a great deal of applause from the crowd.

Comeau: HEY, it’s SPIDER! I always wondered what ever happened to him.

Moore: Apparently he’s been living under the ring.

SPIDER rolls into the squared circle and in his dingy pajamas begins to stomp on Ladder repeatedly. It finally gets knocked off of Ryan Mills who rolls around gripping at his chest in incredible pain. SPIDER stands Ladder up straight then jumps into the air, hitting a dropkick on it. Ladder tumbles over slowly and falls into the ropes as SPIDER crashes down onto his posterior, rubbing at it while standing.

Ryan rushes towards him, grabbing him by the pajamas and trying to throw him over the ropes to the outside. Somehow SPIDER holds on, clinging tightly to the ropes and kicking his legs, trying to knock Mills away. Ryan clubs him over and over again to the spine, trying his best to eliminate SPIDER who clearly has no idea where he even is. Despite his lack of awareness he’s still able to throw a forearm into the Lionheart’s ribs, doubling him over. SPIDER turns and places Mills in a front chancery, trying to suplex him over the ropes only to have Mills lock his leg around his opponent’s, blocking it.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1….

Comeau: SPIDER on the brink of eliminating Mills, for his sake someone better come out here and help him.

Moore: And despite all these challengers, Ladder is still hanging in there.

A loud buzz is heard throughout the building, prompting some unusual Oriental style music to play over the PA system. To a mixed response Ingo Shesaki’s portly frame comes strolling through the curtains, impeded by the flippers he’s wearing over his feet. A scuba mask with goggles clings to his face and a large inflatable duck float is wrapped around his waist. He tries to make his way to the ring as quickly as his chubby Asian frame will allow.

Comeau: Now Ingo Shesaki is on his way to the ring? I haven’t seen this guy in years, not since he was destroyed by Lethal Weapon. I wonder if he and SPIDER are going to pick up where they left off in that pie eating contest from many moons ago.

Moore: There’s only one moon Dan, and I think its on its way to the ring.

Ingo rolls under the ropes with the fans laughing over his attire. SPIDER headbunts Mills, taking him down to the canvas before turning towards Ingo. He vaguely recalls the history between them and instinctively raises his foot into the air stomping it to the canvas. He now lifts his other foot and slams it to the ring, placing both palms to his knees in your basic Sumo stance.

Mark: Oh no, is SPIDER actually challenging Ingo to a sumo wrestling contest?

Moore: Impossible, their not even wearing diapers.

SPIDER rushes forward and throws himself belly first into the massive gut of Ingo only to bounce off and fly backwards across the ring. He crashes into the canvas, rolling in reverse while Ingo remains grounded, not even budged from his stance. Ryan now charges towards him when Ingo turns and with his flipper covered foot delivers a slow big boot. It connects to Mills’ face, causing him to crash to the canvas, rolling around in pain.

After delivering this move Ingo slowly moves towards Ladder, pushing it down off of the ropes to the canvas then backing into the cables. He bounces off and lunges into the air, the folds of his fat and his duck float engulfing the rungs of the Ladder via a big splash.

Susie: Oh no, Ladder could be injured!

Comeau: Ingo splashing Ladder, possibly leaving it incapable of retaining the Cartel title at this point.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1….

Desolation and Hellkat turn towards the entry way, wondering who is going to come out and challenge for the belt next. To their disbelief no one is emerging from the backstage area. One of the concession workers handing out beers is alerted to this, prompting him to come rushing towards the ring at a frantic pace. He jumps over the barricade still carrying the container housing plenty of beers around his neck.

The small gentleman slides into the ring and immediately begins to stomp at the rising Ingo’s head.

Comeau: Are you kidding me? A concession worker has just entered this gauntlet match!

Moore: And he didn’t even bring me a drink.

The worker removes the container from around his neck and lifts it into the air, slamming it down into Ingo’s skull. Beer flies everywhere as Shesaki rolls onto his back, looking unconscious and drenched in alcohol. The puddle of booze gathered all around him forces Ingo to instinctively begin dog paddling, trying to keep himself afloat due to his fear of drowning. The Manhattan Center employee rushes at Mills, throwing a punch into his face that sends him staggering backwards into the ropes. He begins to stomp repeatedly at Ryan’s ribs and then reaches down grabbing his legs, lifting them into the air in the hopes of pushing him over the ropes and eliminating him.

Somehow Mills is holding on when SPIDER walks up behind the concessions expert and drills him over the back with a clubbing blow.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1….

Moore: I can’t wait to see who’s coming out next.

Comeau: I shudder to think of the possibilities.

They receive an answer to their question via the lyrics that now hit the PA system.

BEER IS GOOD, BEER IS GOOD, AND STUFF!

A loud reaction is heard from the crowd as from the back charges Bitchcakes McPhee. Well, actually he’s not charging, more like staggering because his pants are down around his ankles. He tries to lift them back up over his stained boxers but struggles due to the roll of half used tissue paper in his hand.

Mark: Bitchcakes McPhee the next entrant in this battle royal, and apparently we caught him right in the middle of a bathroom break.

Moore: Really? I don’t even leave ringside to take those anymore.

Comeau: That certainly explains the odor.

Bitchcakes is still wiping his ass as he rolls into the ring. The chubby delinquent gets to his feet and rushes immediately at SPIDER who grabs the top rope and falls to his back pulling down on the cables. McPhee is tripped over the body of Mills and sent tumbling over the cables to the outside of the ring, being officially eliminated from the gauntlet.

Comeau: Well so much for a Bitchcakes comeback.

Susie: At least it lasted longer than Paulie Shore’s comeback.

The now eliminated McPhee gets back to his feet and stumbles quickly up the ramp still trying to pull his pants up, presumably returning to the bathroom. SPIDER stands just as Mills charges in and hits him with a bionic elbow to the top of the head. This shot knocks him back down to the canvas while Ingo Shesaki and the Concession Worker are surprisingly teaming up to try and eliminate Ladder. They have it pressed to the ropes and are lifting up on its struts, trying to muster the strength to push it up and over the cables.

SPIDER now has his arms wrapped around the top rope as Ryan lifts his body into the air, dragging his legs over his shoulders. He is trying his best to push him over the cables to eliminate him but SPIDER is hugging the ropes to keep this from happening.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1…

A loud buzzing sound is again heard throughout the arena but yet again no one is emerging from the backstage area, confusing Desolation and Hellkat.

Comeau: Where’s the next challenger?

Moore: I hope he isn’t taking a bathroom break too.

Suddenly Crazy Eddie Mitchell breaks free from the little cage he was in, rushing towards the ring in his straight jacket and Hannibal mask. He rolls in under the ropes to cheers from the crowd and immediately rushes at Ingo.

Moore: LOOK, Hannibal Lecter is entering the gauntlet! He haunts my dreams.

Comeau: Actually that’s Crazy Eddie Mitchell and I don’t know how he’s going to compete considering that he’s in a straight jacket.

Mitchell kicks at Ingo’s posterior several times, his legs being his only weapon. Finally Shesaki turns around when Eddie rushes forward and headbunts him under the jaw. Ingo is almost knocked over the ropes as a result but is still holding onto the cables. Ryan gives up on eliminating SPIDER, turning and approaching the pillow that was thrown into the ring earlier. He lifts it up into the air and throws it right at Ingo who catches it in front of his face only to have Mills dropkick the fluffy pillow. This kick knocks it backwards into Ingo’s face, causing his huge frame to tumble backwards over the ropes where he crashes to the outside mats.

Mark: And now Ingo has been eliminated thanks to that pillow.

Moore: I never realized how dangerous pillows could be until now.

The celebrating Mills gets to his feet, turning towards Eddie who charges in and headbunts him to the sternum. Mills is lifted from his feet and sent flying backwards thanks to Eddie’s incredibly hard head. Crazy Eddie turns towards Ladder, charging forward and headbunting it as well. The collision fails to meet with the previous results, and causes Eddie to stagger backwards, his eyes awkwardly rolling around in his head before he falls to his seat, looking discombobulated.

Mark: Mitchell using his head, literally.

Moore: Ladder must have a stronger cranium than Eddie.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1…..

The hypnotic tones of Tom Green hit the PA system as Bob’s chubby frame strolls onto the stage with a giant ham in his hands. His face and teddy bear bib are covered with ham grease as he charges towards the ring, continuing his meal in the process.

Moore: AWW COOL. A ham is entering the gauntlet.

Comeau: No, Bob is, but I guess if the ham gets in the ring it counts as a legal participant in this gauntlet.

SPIDER has now crawled into a corner, covering himself up with his blanket and putting his head down on his recovered pillow. He seems to be taking a nap in the ring to applause from the crowd while Bob slips through the ropes, lifting his ham into the air to use as a projectile weapon. The concession worker turns right as the ham is thrown into his face. It bounces off of his skull, knocking him down to the ring where he writhes in anguish.

Comeau: Bob throwing his ham at that worker, everything is being used as a weapon in this match.

Just as these words are spoken Ryan finagles the Cartel title belt off of the rungs of Ladder, turning and swinging it at the skull of Bob. The big man ducks down out of the way as Ryan turns around to face his ample back side. Suddenly Bob thrusts his bum into the air, causing it to collide with Mills and knocking him from his feet to the canvas below.

Moore: That is one dangerous backside.

Bob turns towards Ladder, stepping towards it and grabbing its rungs, lifting it up into the air. SPIDER rolls out from under his blanket, yawning and approaching the other side of the Cartel Champion. He grabs its strut, trying to lift it as well. The recovering concessions worker steps in and grabs a rung, lifting up on it while Mills gets to his feet and steps in as well, aiding the others in their attempt to eliminate the dominant champion.

Mitchell, who is unable to stand up due to his restrained arms, gets to his knees crawling towards Ladder and sticking his head under one of the rungs. All five competitors slowly lift Ladder into the air, trying their best with their combined might to force it over the ropes.

Moore: NO, NO, NO!! HANG IN THERE!

Comeau: Bob, Crazy Eddie Mitchell, SPIDER, a random concession worker and Ryan Mills all on the cusp of eliminating Ladder from this gauntlet!

The crowd is screaming as Hellkat stands under the Ladder on the outside of the ring, blowing upward at it to keep it from falling over.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1….

The buzz sounds throughout the PA system yet again.

Mark: I wonder what reject is going to come out here now?

Moore: Whoever it is I hope he’s a Ladder fan.

To a huge reaction and the disbelief of many “The End of All Hope” blares throughout the arena, marking the arrival of one Jason Wheeler. Without delay the Black Cat storms through the curtains, momentarily pausing on the stage to overlook the fans.

Comeau: It’s JASON WHEELER!

Moore: Oh no, this can’t be good for Ladder.

Desolation and Hellkat are shouting into the ring at the official, claiming Jason is ineligible to win the belt but there is nothing Wright can do about it as Wheeler slides into the ring. Mills turns to spot him, charging at Jason who side steps the Lionheart and grabs him by the back of the head. Ryan is thrown over the ropes by the former six time SCW World Champion who then turns his side to a confused SPIDER. The second that he turns around he’s drilled under the jaw with a superkick that sends him flipping over the ropes in reverse and crashing to the outside mats.

Comeau: Within seconds Jason Wheeler has already eliminated both Ryan Mills and SPIDER, who have been in this match since almost the beginning.

Moore: Yay, he’s helping Ladder, unintentionally, but still helping.

Wheeler’s good fortune is reversed by a hard right hand to the jaw from Bob. The blob like Bob hits a knee to Jason’s stomach, doubling him over before the Black Cat is whipped hard into the turnbuckle. He spine around, hitting it spine first while Bob now grabs the concession worker, pulling him away from Ladder then using the young man as a weapon. He whips the worker straight at Wheeler who ducks forward, catching the scrawny gentleman against his shoulder then back dropping him over the ropes to the mats. He crashes hard against them, officially being eliminated from the gauntlet.

Comeau: The concession worker being eliminated as well! Now he can get back to serving some of our more angry fans their drinks.

The crowd is going absolutely nuts at the sight of Wheeler’s dominance as Bob comes charging in for a lariat. The Black Cat ducks this move by doing the splits, causing Bob to step behind him. Jason now lunges to his feet and delivers a jumping back heel kick to Bob’s face, knocking him backwards into the ropes. The former SCW Champion quickly approaches Ladder, pulling it away from the cables and draping it over his shoulder as he rushes at the confused ham grease drenched competitor.

The hard top of Ladder collides with Bob’s face, knocking him over the ropes to the outside of the ring.

Mark: BOB HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Susie: Ladder finally earns an elimination.

Comeau: Um, yeah.

Ladder is tossed to the canvas while Wheeler snatches up the pillow, turning towards Crazy Eddie who had finally reached his feet. He turns in time to be smacked over the head with the unforgiving pillow leaving Mitchell in an even more impaired state than usual. Now Wheeler grabs the blanket that was brought in earlier and throws it over top of Eddie, blinding him. Crazy Eddie runs in circles, unsure of where he is until Jason grabs him by the back of the head, charges him at the ropes, and throws him over to the outside. The crowd is on its feet cheering as Wheeler has eliminated everyone from the gauntlet, bringing it down to himself and Ladder.

Mark: And now Eddie is out, leaving us with Ladder and Wheeler, who under gauntlet rules will now face each other one on one with a pinfall or submission deciding the outcome of this contest.

Moore: Ladder has made it so far, I hope it can clear this final hurdle.

Jason turns towards Ladder, rushing at it and jumping into the air with a standing shooting star press. His light frame crashes down on top of the rungs with a lateral press. However, Naked Ned of the Loons has jumped to the apron, distracting the official. Referee Wright is arguing with him, imploring Ned to get off the apron when Wheeler stands up, rushing across the ring and delivering a big boot over the ropes. His Yakuza kick connects to Ned’s jaw, knocking him from the apron.

Wheeler now moves towards the turnbuckle, stepping up it to the top rope and facing the ring.

Comeau: Jason is about to go for the Nightfall, which would surely finish off an exhausted Ladder.

Moore: I’m gonna cry if he wins the Cartel title. I’ll cry worse than when they cancelled Pewee’s Playhouse.

The fans are screaming as Jason stands up on the top rope, about to take flight only to have Desolation jump onto the apron and push him off the turnbuckle. Wheeler flips over and crashes hard spine first into the ring, reaching for his kidneys right as Hellkat enters the ring behind a once again distracted official. She grabs Ladder and drags it over on top of Wheeler into a lateral press before quickly vacating the ring. Wright spins around and spots the cover, about to drop down and make a count only to have Jason get his shoulder up from the canvas.

Comeau: Incredible, Desolation and Hellkat trying to ensure Ladder retains the title but Wheeler kicking out before a count could be made.

Moore: BOO! I’m like on the edge of my seat here, pin him again Ladder.

Although his back may be in pain Wheeler rises to his feet and grabs Ladder, setting it up in the ring. Hellkat and Desolation are discussing strategy with the Loons on the outside of the ring, unaware that Wheeler is climbing Ladder to the top. He now stands up and dives off of Ladder, flying over the ropes and then crashing down on top of all the Loons, and Hellkat at ringside with a crossbody that has the fans going nuts. Desolation stepped out of the way in the nick of time, watching this solemnly.

Comeau: OHHH! Wheeler diving off of Ladder onto Hellkat and the Loons outside the ring!

Moore: Impossible, Ladder would never help Wheeler. Unless, unless, Ladder has betrayed Desolation and the Loons!

The Dark Man climbs up onto the apron, about to enter the ring to assist Ladder in taking out Wheeler when to a huge reaction Johnny Kingdom slides under the ropes into the squared circle.

Mark: Johnny Kingdom is HERE!

Moore: I thought there were no other competitors in the gauntlet.

Desolation doesn’t spot Kingdom until it’s too late. He is in the middle of slipping through the ropes when Kingdom bolts across the ring and knees him to the side of the head, causing the Dark Man to tumble to the outside mats. The crowd is still screaming as Kingdom turns and grabs the Cartel title off of the canvas, stretching it between his hands. He now rushes across the ring and drives the belt into Ladder, knocking it over with the strap landing on top of its rungs.

Susie: AYEEEEE!

Comeau: Kingdom knocking Desolation from the apron then cleaning Ladder’s clock with the Cartel title. This is pandemonium out here.

The Manhattan Center is still shaking with screams from the crowd as Kingdom vacates the ring, backing up the ramp with an arrogant smirk on his face. All the while referee Wright turns away from Wheeler on the outside of the ring and spots Ladder laid out on the canvas with the Cartel title laying on top of it. He shrugs and drops to the canvas, making the count to the confusion of the fans.

The Ref stands and calls for the bell.

Comeau: What in the world is the referee doing? Why did he just make the count and why is he calling for the bell?

Moore: I don’t know, maybe he disqualified Wheeler due to outside interference.

The referee sticks his head through the ropes, talking to ring announcer Kailey Worf who nods before making her announcement. Desolation watches all of this with wide eyes as he sits on the outside mats.

Kailey: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and NEW Cartel Champion….the CARTEL TITLE!

Mark: WHAT!?!

The fans are utterly befuddled as Wright grabs the Cartel title belt off of Ladder and lifts it into the air.

Comeau: The Cartel title belt is the new Cartel Champion? This has to be the most perplexing thing I’ve ever seen.

Moore: I only have one word for this…..AMAZING!

Desolation watches on in shock while Wheeler does the same. He looks through the ropes at the official continuing to hold up the new Cartel Champion, the Cartel title belt.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

NYAH!!

NYAH!!

The show returns to the middle of the Manhattan Center as Hellkat impatiently storms back and forth in the ring holding a microphone. Desolation is standing in the corner beside Ladder, trying to calm it down after its loss. Ladder remains as stoic and placid as ever.

Comeau: Hellkat staying in the ring after that last…ummmm….uhhh… I don’t know if I could even call it a match.

Moore: It was an instant classic Mark, you had drama, you had suspense, you had a title winning itself, what more can you ask for?

With the ring now cleared of Jason Wheeler, Johnny Kingdom, the Loons, and concession workers, Hellkat has plenty of pacing room. Her strange, emotionless feline eyes have focused on the entry way like it were a string dangling from a ball of yarn.

Hellkat: An egregious ERROR was just made and we demand that if be rectified!

Obviously she, along with Desolation and Ladder are not going to vacate the ring until their demands are met.

Hellkat: Bring that TRECHEROUS title belt back out here, RIGHT NOW! Although Ladder is exhausted, and it stinks worse than hairballs, it’s issuing its rematch clause….

Now see here!

The fans find themselves on the verge of upchucking their cheap hot dogs and bad soda at the mere sight of an arrogant Christian Savior. The N.H.B Champion swaggers confidently onto the ramp with one Dan Douglas following closely behind. The focus of many eyes is the World Heavyweight Championship wrapped snuggly around Christian’s stomach. He slaps his palm down on top of it to emphasize its presence.

Christian Savior: This show isn’t about the trial and tribulations of an inanimate champion, unless you count Orlando Cruze…

Douglas almost falls over with laughter, wiping tears from his eyes. Hellkat does not look amused or even remotely interested.

Susie: Look, it’s the World title, I wonder if it’s in league with that dastardly Johnny Kingdom and the Cartel Championship.

Mark: I’m sure Kingdom would like to be much closer to the World title that Savior forced Orlando Cruze to relinquish on the last Riot!

Smirks remain firm on Savior’s and Douglas’ confident faces as they rudely interrupt the apathetic individuals inside of the ring.

Christian: This night is about one person and ONE person only, and obviously that’s ME! Your NEW World Heavyweight Champion!

Savior looks towards the rafters licking his lips with satisfaction. A vexed stare emits from Hellkat.

Savior: The man who took the wisest path to the title by defeating Cruze mentally instead of physically. The man who got him to EMBRACE all that he was on the verge of losing. This night belongs to me, so leave the ring and make room for a REAL Champion.

Without delay Savior starts down the ramp, Douglas following closely behind with a pep in his step.

Hellkat: Hold that thought Fayt…

Hellkat raises a finger but it’s her intentional name confusion that halts both Savior and Douglas.

Hellkat: I can guarantee no one is tuning in to see your recent antics Alexander, for one there way too melodramatic, predictable, and boring, and COME ON, you’ve already taken this route to the title before. It’s starting to get repetitive.

Christian closes his furious eyes and shakes his head, before he can correct her Hellkat proceeds with her rant.

Hellkat: Besides, you’re so irrelevant that I didn’t even know you were still here. I thought you pulled a Scorpion and ran home, where you abused yourself to old CM Punk photos.

Christian: I AM NOT ALEXANDER FAYT GOD DAMMIT!

Hellkat tilts her head and squints her eyes.

Hellkat: Are you sure?

Savior now buries his laughing, deranged features into his palm, Douglas watching on with concern.

Savior: Oh how hard it is not to succumb to your comical skewering Hellkat. But your intentional idiocy aside, perhaps its time to demonstrate the differences between Alexander and I. Maybe this is the opportune time to come to that ring and display what makes me greater than any champion in the history of the IWC. I suppose I shouldn’t be the champion who whines and cries about his family dramas and shows his GREATEST weakness. Perhaps I should be the one who cripples legends, physically or mentally, just like I did with Cruze.

Savior removes the World Championship from around his waist, placing it in Douglas’ grubby hands then starting towards the ring. Desolation finally leaves the ring while still consoling an emotional Ladder, realizing that his wife has got things firmly in hand.

Comeau: A war of words apparently leading us into a physical bout as Christian Savior makes his way to the ring to presumably take on Hellkat.

Moore: I hope Hellkat leaves a dead bird in his boot.

CHRISTIAN SAVIOR VS. HELLKAT

At Dan Douglas’ behest official Princeton rushes from the ring, sighing as he is forced to officiate this match. Neither man is aware that Hellkat has launched herself over the ropes into a crossbody right on top of Savior. Both competitors crash to the mats, Hellkat rolling off of Christian’s enflamed sternum.

Comeau: Hellkat starting this match in a big way, God I’m glad to see some ACTUAL wrestling.

Moore: Do you think Bitchcakes needs a plunger?

Christian quickly rises to his knees and receives a hard kick to the side of the face from Hellkat. The twisted feline beauty drags Savior to his feet in a side headlock and now rushes towards the stairs, driving the very top of his head into them. The impact causes Christian to drop to his knees, grabbing at his cranium with his eyes fluttering. Hellkat steps past the stairs, looking out towards the crowd who are blissfully cheering her name.

Comeau: Hellkat with some innovative offense against Savior, using his head like a battering ram against the steps.

Moore: And he didn’t knock the steps down either, they just stood there, looking sad.

Christian wavers back and forth on his knees, looking as if he’s had his brains scrambled. All the while Hellkat looks towards Desolation who is providing some words of wisdom. After absorbing this information she turns back to her opponent who is shockingly diving off of the stairs into a spinning heel kick. His heels connect with Hellkat and send her staggering backwards into the barricade, crashing into it hard spine first.

Comeau: What a timely move from Savior, running at those stairs then diving off of them into a brutal spinning heel kick.

Hellkat stumbles forward away from the barricade when Christian charges in and spears her to the ribs. As a result Hellkat is again sent flying backwards into the barrier, colliding hard with the steel. She closes her eyes and blocks the pain while Christian stands at her side leading her to the ring and rolling her inside. He now enters himself and begins to grind his forearm across her eyes to the disgust of the crowd.

Mark: After a hard spear into the barricade, Savior is trying to literally rub his superiority in Hellkat’s face.

Susie: That’s so mean, that’s just like blowing up someone’s Mr. Potato Head Doll.

Savior scoots forward and wedges his knee right to Hellkat’s throat, arrogantly pointing to his waist in the process. After a five count is started by Princeton, Savior lunges into the air with great hang time and an extension of his leg. His leaping ability proves to be his detriment on this encounter as it gives Hellkat enough time to roll out of the way. As soon as he lands across his rump on the canvas, Hellkat steps behind him and lunges forward into a front dropkick right to the back of his neck. Christian arches his spine and rolls across the canvas, Hellkat crawling in and locking him up with a front chancery submission.

Comeau: Hellkat has got a front chancery applied on Savior now trying to wear him down via some submissions.

Moore: My brother use to put me into holds like this until he was arrested for rape.

Mark: Your family dynamics continue to depress me.

The Rising Phoenix forces himself upwards and places is hands right to Hellkat’s tone, tattooed stomach, lifting her up into the air. Hellkat straightens her body as Christian tries to throw her off so she’ll crash face first into the canvas. To his dismay Hellkat actually lands on her feet, prompting Savior to charge forward, hoping to catch her while still unbalances. She once again disappoints him by kicking him to the gut and locking in another front chancery. Her leg is thrust out and wrapped around Christian’s as she falls back into a leg sweep DDT. Savior is planted head first into the canvas while Hellkat rolls in reverse, maintaining the front chancery.

Comeau: Here comes another DDT, Hellkat actually chaining them together.

Moore: I chain my bike to a pole every morning, I don’t want anyone to steal my tricycle.

Mark: How wonderfully irrelevant.

Hellkat has already rolled back to her feet, pulling Savior up with her, their legs still interlocked and his head still trapped in a front chancery. He changes all of that with one quick twist of his body, freeing his head and trapped leg, then taking Hellkat around her neck. He lifts her up for an elevated DDT only to have her shift her weight, coming back down feet first to the canvas. Somehow she’s able to twist a little and push forward with her body, slipping under Savior’s arm then stepping behind her, hooking an arm for a possible half nelson DDT.

She shows surprising strength by lifting him from the canvas only to have Christian shift his weight this time and land back on the canvas. He now reaches back and wraps his arm around Hellkat’s neck, going for the diamond cutter. She wraps her arms around his gut however and pushes him forward, the two of them charging into the cables. Christian hits them chest first as Hellkat drops down to roll him up into a reverse pin. Savior holds onto the top rope however, causing Hellkat to fall to the ring then roll over backwards to her feet.

She just begins to stand still stooped over when Christian moves to her side, taking her around the neck then lifting her into an inverted DDT. Hellkat’s skull collides hard with the canvas, her body rolling to her back while Christian crawls into the cover.

Mark: Savior finally hitting the inverted DDT after a battle of counters.

Moore: I hate counters, my dog died from that.

Comeau: Battle of counters, not cancer!

Susie: That’s okay, my dog really died because I fed it too many Tootsie Rolls.

Referee Princeton makes the count.

Hellkat gets her shoulder up, rolling away from an increasingly agitated Savior. The vicious Kitty rises defiantly to her feet when Savior takes her around the back of the head, dropping to his seat and pulling her down with a reverse facebuster. Her back crashes violently into the ring, her head taking the majority of the punishment. The impact causes her legs to be shot into the air, Savior pulling down on them for a cover as he remains seated behind the laid out Hellkat.

Comeau: Another high impact move targeting the skull, maybe Savior has found a chink in Hellkat’s armor.

Moore: Hellkat can wear armor too!?! She’s just as great as the Thundercats.

Princeton drops to make the count once again.

Hellkat launches her shoulder from the ring once more, irritating Savior enough to stand up and begin arguing with official Princeton.

Savior: Don’t think I’m not onto you, don’t get all uppity like Ingelson, or you’ll suffer the same fate.

After making such an ominous, yet mysterious statement Christian turns towards a rising Hellkat. He immediately clubs her to the side of the face, knocking her back to her knees. This predicament leaves her prone for Savior who traps her head with a neck vice. He twists at her cranium with all his bicep strength yet Hellkat will not be kept down, she just continues to rise to her feet. As soon as she does reach an upright base Christian back elbows her to the face. The hard elbow renders Hellkat almost unconscious, sending her staggering backwards into the ropes.

She bounces off of them and comes charging back in at Christian who catches her with a high springing heel kick. This second shot knocks her to the canvas as well, grabbing painfully for her eye. The sound of the kick continues to echo throughout the arena while Christian rises to his feet and briefly glances at the World title over Douglas’ shoulder. Dan pretends to be shinning it with his sleeve as Savior steps in and sits Hellkat up on the canvas. He grabs her arm and shoots a half nelson submission. With all his strength he pushes down on the back of her head, almost severing the spinal cord.

Comeau: Again Christian returning to the submissions as he does fancy himself a technical wizard.

Moore: There are wizards in this match too? AWESOME! This is just like Lord of the Rings, and you’d be Gollum.

Mark: Yes, and you’d be the pooh excreted from the Oliphaunts.

Hellkat again starts to get to her feet, Desolation continuing to council Ladder through this difficult loss but periodically watching the match. Hellkat stands right as Savior hooks the other arm, trying to lift her into a dragon suplex. She plants her feet to avoid this then reaches back with her leg, wrapping it around Christian’s. The quick Kitty performs a standing switch, or at least goes half way through with it before wrapping her around his neck.

Christian once again finds himself in perfect position for the leg sweep DDT. This time he pushes her off, sending Hellkat rushing into the cables then bouncing from them. She comes right back in at Christian who lands an absolutely vicious big boot right to her face. Hellkat briefly reaches for her nose after hitting the canvas.

Comeau: What a hard boot from the N.H.B Champion, the twisted bastard who actually considers himself World Champion as well.

Moore: It’s okay, Hellkat will land back on her feet. AHAHAHAHA, did you get it, that was a sly one.

Christian turns towards the laid out Hellkat, dropping down fist first right into her already battered face. The shot causes Hellkat to convulse while Christian sits her up on the canvas and delivers a swift dropkick to the back of her head. Hellkat rolls to her knees, gripping at the back of her neck when Christian steps around behind her, taking hold of her neck. Hellkat’s head is bent over backwards with her spine being twisted awkwardly thanks to the dragon sleeper.

Savior has it firmly established, grinning with maniacal delight throughout the process.

Comeau: Dragon sleeper now applied by Christian Savior in this back and forth exchange. It seems Christian has really tapped into that technical side of himself.

Moore: He’s really working over Hellkat, maybe she needs some cat nip to rejuvenate herself.

The Rising Phoenix continues to press his advantage, really pulling down on the neck and head of Hellkat, who slowly rises to her feet. She is completely doubled over backwards in the grasp of Savior before she shoots her legs up into the air. Both of her knees connect with Christian’s face, dazing him enough to release her from the dragon sleeper. She falls onto her back and then scoots in reverse between Savior’s legs, ending up behind him. She now wedges her feet to his posterior, shoving him forward into the cables. Christian turns and bounces off of the ropes, coming back in at Hellkat who rolled in reverse to her feet before lunging into the air with a big clothesline.

Mark: Clothesline from Hellkat possibly getting her back into this bout.

Susie: Come on Kitty, keep it up and I’ll buy you one of those cute collars with the bells on it.

Hellkat rolls to her side and then rises to her feet, Savior standing up in a confused fashion. He turns right as Hellkat comes charging in, catching her with a scoop however, placing her right on top of his shoulder. Savior charges forward for a running powerslam when Hellkat falls to her seat, dragging Christian down into a reverse DDT. The back of his head slams violently into the canvas, causing him to roll to his elbows and knees before sluggishly getting to his feet.

The second he stands Hellkat lunges into the air, landing on his throat with her leg. He falls back first into the canvas with Hellkat landing on top of his neck with a leg drop, nailing a modified leg lariat. She again rolls in reverse onto her feet then dives forward into the lateral press.

Christian gets his shoulder up before the three count can be made. He has a wide eyed look on his face as Douglas slaps the apron, calling for him to get up.

Comeau: Hellkat seemingly within seconds of a victory.

Moore: Awww, come on Hellkat, use your claws or your whiskers!

Savior starts to get up when Hellkat moves behind him, grabbing his arms and looking for the Number of the Beast. Christian suddenly drops to his knees though, pulling Hellkat down and over top of him as she tries to keep hold of the arms. This in turn causes Hellkat to be flipped forward, rolling across the canvas to her feet then turning as Savior rushes in going for the spear. However, Hellkat counters by lunging into the air with a knee strike right to his face. Christian stands up looking incredibly dazed as Hellkat steps behind him, hooking his arm and using all of her strength to lift him into the Last Rites. Savior slams viciously cranium first into the canvas as Hellkat again goes for the cover, this time hooking a leg.

To the general disbelief of the crowd Savior again kicks out. Desolation shakes his head while Douglas wipes sweat from his brow at the sight of this.

Hellkat shows no hesitation upon getting to her feet and dragging Savior along to his as well. She grabs him by the tights and pulls him backwards into set up for the Wyvern Suplex. Hellkat hoists him into the air but from the corner of her eye she spots Douglas jumping onto the apron, momentarily distracting her. That’s when Savior shockingly counters into a diamond cutter. He takes her around the neck and pulls her down face first into the canvas to screams from the crowd.

Moore: HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPOES!!

Comeau: Savior countering the Wyvern Suplex into a diamond cutter out of nowhere!

Hellkat bounces up to her feet from the canvas when a dazed Christian jumps into the air, catching her with the codebreaker.

Comeau: Now the codebreaker, this may be all she wrote for Hellkat!

Moore: Come on kitty, hang in there.

Hellkat is seemingly rendered unconscious while Christian sluggishly gets to his feet, looking exhausted and unable to capitalize on the pin. Desolation and Ladder have stepped around the ring, warning Douglas who drops from the apron, backing up with one palm stuck out.

Ohhhh Christian. UP HERE!

An exasperated Savior stands up in the ring, breathing heavily after this encounter while glaring up at the titontron. On the big screen an image of Orlando Cruze’s smiling face can be seen, sending the crowd into a whirlwind of applause.

Susie: Jesus Orlando has got a huge head.

Comeau: That’s because it’s on the big screen Susie, and it’s distracting Savior.

The smile on Cruze’s face doesn’t sit well with Savior.

Orlando: How’s it going Champ? Having yourself a nice little match there with Helkat? Well that’s just swell, and far be it from me to interrupt, but I wanted to show how the tables have turned sort of speak.

Christian tilts his head, wondering what Orlando is getting at as the Icon chuckles diabolically to himself.

Orlando: You see, now that you have the title our roles have been reversed. You’re the one with the target on his back, not me.

Savior turns towards Douglas on the outside who shrugs his shoulders.

Cruze: So it’s time to find out how much YOU’RE willing to sacrifice for that belt Christian. It’s time to discover just how devoted you are to the World Championship. How much blood are you going to have on your hands? Let’s ask my new friend here, shall we?

The camera pans out backstage, revealing that Orlando is seated on a chair positioned right over Silencer’s throat. His legs kick as he gags for air, all the blood rushing to his face. Orlando smiles even wider as he turns towards the camera.

Orlando: You can avoid all of this by giving me back my property, or this is going to get much worse before it gets better.

A sinister deep chuckle emanates from Cruze and echoes throughout the backstage area as he turns his eyes towards Silencer, the feed cutting out. Savior is trembling with rage on the inside of the ring when Hellkat rolls him up from behind into the school boy.

A deafening roar is heard from the sold out crowd as Hellkat has just caught Christian with the school boy and obtained another win. Savior kicks out just a second too late, sitting up on the canvas with wide, fierce eyes.

Comeau: Hellkat just caught Savior, she won, she won!

Moore: YAY! I’m so gonna distract her with a flashlight now.

Mark: Orlando distracting Savior long enough to be rolled up from behind, and boy oh boy, he can’t be taking this very well.

Savior sits on the canvas running his hands through his hair, on the verge of ripping it out of his scalp while Hellkat rolls to the outside. The celebrating former champion is embraced by the Dark Man while Douglas watches on just as enraged as Savior.

Comeau: Hellkat victorious tonight and with this victory the target on Orlando Cruze’s back becomes all that much bigger.

Moore: He has a target on his back? What do I win if I hit it? Will he fall into a big thing of water so we can all laugh as he possibly drowns?

COMMERCIAL BREAK

IWC……beware of Super Parka

THE SHOE ON THE OTHER FOOT

Savior: DAMMIT, WHAT WAS HE THINKING!?!

Dan Douglas is crouched over a bloodied Silencer backstage. The former ULW World Champion is soaked in claret and not moving after having received a vicious beating at the hands of Orlando Cruze. An outraged Christian Savior storms back and forth behind the kneeling Douglas, rambling almost incoherently with the World title draped over his shoulder.

Christian: If he thinks he can play this game with me then he’s sadly, SADLY, mistaken.

Douglas nods while EMTs rush into the scene, gathering around the down Silencer, immediately attending to him.

Dan: What took you all so long? I don’t pay you to sit around making shadow puppets, now take care of Silencer!

The EMTs do as their told, placing an oxygen mask around Silencer’s mouth. The still intense Savior continues his pacing, mumbling under his breath.

Savior: He can attack anyone close to me that he wants, because he’s never getting MY World Championship back, NEVER.

Savior plants a kiss on the gold strap while Douglas cautiously looks up at him. Fear seems to momentarily inhabit Dan’s eyes as it relates to that last comment.

Christian: If Orlando wants to go to war with us then I’m going to take the battle right back to him.

An aggressive Savior storms past Douglas and down the hallway, Dan watching him leave with a smile on his face, pleased by Christian’s conviction. However, he now realizes that he’s all alone, apprehensively looking around at his surroundings and gulping.

PHANTOM VS. AXL EVERMORE

“Inside the Fire” by Disturbed hits the PA system and results in a massive outcry of both cheers and boos from the sold out crowd. The majority of those in attendance are on their feet eyeing the giant Phantom as he steps onto the stage. His stoic eyes overlook the fans who are praising him and those who are insulting him, judging them all with the same dejection. Finally he starts towards the ring through a layer of fog, a bright purple light shining over his back. He steps up onto the apron and over the ropes, glaring towards the crowd with rage burning in his eyes.

Comeau: Phantom now in the ring for another preview match to um a preview match.

Moore: Don’t two previews cancel each other out?

Mark: Maybe, I’m not sure how this all works on the space, time continuum, all I do know is that Phantom is about to clash with one of his opponents in the four corner tag team match at the Overbooked Extravaganza.

Susie: I hope he’s able to compete well without his mommy at ringside.

A grumpy Phantom strolls back and forth across the ring, maintaining his gaze on the entry way in preparation for Axl Evermore’s arrival. A booming voice sounds over the PA, with one of those swooshing sound effects that build to a crescendo.

"You know who I AM, where I've BEEN, where I'm GOING, how I'll GET there...and all that's left is to tell you's that I'm finally HERE!"

The feed fades to the Tron video, and as the lead singer for Drowning Pool screams the opening "1, 2, 3, STEP UP!!" to their song "Step Up", a name is spelled out on the black video background in bold red Sofachrome font letters: Axl Evermore. In between some of the letters, a split-second of Evermore-in-action impact clips are shown. It fades to a front view of the stage, with Evermore--wearing his Fully Loaded team jacket--looking down on one knee, arms outstretched like he just landed from a jump. He stands up and he RVD's a thumbs pose, shouting "A...X...L!" as the crowd chants along, then thrusts open the snaps of his jacket, revealing his well-toned waist.

He heads to the ring with stern focus and an energetic gait as the crowd cheers, then jumps and dives through between the middle and bottom ropes, tumbling forth into a hop, into a standing position at the center of the ring. He jogs to a corner, climbs it and thrusts his arms up and points to himself again, shouting "A...X...L!" as the crowd chants along. He hops down from the corner, takes his jacket and shades off, putting the shades in a jacket pocket, and draping the jacket over a corner post, then takes his bandanna off and throws it into the audience. Axl then stands at the ready, alternating between hopping place and standing in a crouch. Phantom watches him with a twisted, disgusted expression.

Mark: Axl Evermore looking to continue the roll he’s been on as of late. I wonder if his success has anything to do with the bizarre relationship with Desolation and Hellkat.

Moore: I bet Hellkat has given him some power from the Eye of Thundera.

Comeau: Possibly. But we’ve seen some renewed confidence from Evermore in the ring lately, let’s see if that upward trend is going to continue here tonight.

Evermore turns around right as Phantom rushes at him, throwing a lariat. The Fully Loaded member ducks this attempted blow, spinning around and immediately catching the angry giant under the jaw with several closed fists. He now boots him to the ribs, doubling him over then delivering a hard European Uppercut to his jaw. These strikes send Phantom stumbling backwards into the ropes.

Mark: Phantom trying to get the early advantage but Axl nipping that right in the butt.

Moore: Hehehehe, he likes it in the butt.

Comeau: Yeah, sure.

A chop is delivered to Phantom’s sternum before he is whipped across the ring. However, Phantom reaches back and grabs the top cable, refusing to be sent into the opposite ropes. He plants his feet and with his brute strength drags Axl forward, catching him against his shoulder and back dropping him over the ropes. At the last second Evermore catches the top rope though and lands on his feet upon the apron. Phantom spins around when Evermore throws a forearm into his jaw, causing him to become disorientated.

Axl now grabs the top rope and pulls himself over into an attempted flying shoulder block. To his dismay Phantom turns and catches the flying Evermore across his sternum, twisting around into a spinning powerslam. Al of his weight is pressed across Axl’s sternum with the crowd in shock over that counter.

Evermore lobs his shoulder clean from the ring.

Moore: Did you see that? Phantom caught Axl and made him as flat as the Earth.

Comeau: The earth is round Susie.

Susie: BLASPHEMER! HERITIC, HERITIC!

The collision against the canvas leaves Evermore reaching for his kidneys in pain, but he barely has time to recover before Phantom stomps him hard to the bridge of the nose. Axl sits up, reaching for both his kidneys and his nose when Phantom drives the tip of his elbow down into the top of his head. This causes the former two time Cartel Champion to grab his skull and roll towards the ropes, falling against them and dragging his damaged vessel to his feet.

Just as he gets upright Phantom’s frying pan size palm slaps down hard into his sternum. Axl doubles over from the impact as Phantom scoops him up into the air onto his shoulder. He rushes across the ring and drives Evermore back first into the turnbuckle as he hangs upside down from his opponent’s shoulder. Phantom now spins around rushing to the center of the squared circle and delivering a running powerslam.

Evermore is driven hard into the canvas as Phantom wedges his elbow to Axl’s face for the cover.

He kicks out again, already finding himself exhausted from this brutality.

Comeau: A Dr. Death Steve Williams style Oklahoma Stampede. You’ll see Phantom use a lot of this classic style offense, a true student of the game.

Moore: Yeah, I learned a lot from Mario and Luigi. I still don’t go near turtles, drain pipes, or castles and I eat plenty of mushrooms, especially ones I find in the wild.

Mark: That explains a lot.

Phantom drags his Fully Loaded opposition to his feet, hoisting him into the air and holding him upside down in a stalling vertical suplex position. The crowd starts to count the longer Axl is held upside down, the blood rushing to his head.

Mark: Phantom holding Axl upside down for a very long time now letting all that blood flow to his brain.

Moore: I like to hang upside down too, while wearing my Batman costume.

Mark: Terrific.

After the fans reach a count of thirty Phantom drops back into a suplex, slamming Evermore hard spine first into the ring. He sits up wincing in pain and again trying to grab at his kidneys. Despite this pain he immediately tries to stand up, hampered by his injuries. The second he reaches his feet Phantom charges forward and drives the top of his head right into Axl’s chest, sending him flying backwards across the ring. He hits the corner hard spine first, his arms falling over the ropes to keep his body upright.

Susie: Frankenberry just used his head as a weapon. He’s just like that guy on Smackdown, the same one who killed Apollo Creed.

Phantom now rushes forward and lunges into the air for a big splash when Axl steps out of the way. As a result Phantom flies over the corner and hits the exposed top of the turnbuckle post head first. He bounces off and staggers backwards when Evermore jumps into the air, dropkicking him to the spine. As a result Phantom rushes forward and flies over the turnbuckle, hitting the exposed steel top of the post yet again. He bounces off for a second time, staggering backwards in a very incoherent condition when Axl spins him around catching him with a stunner.

The Fully Loaded connects, causing Phantom to flail his arms as he staggers backwards and falls against the turnbuckle. His eyes are very dazed over at this point yet he somehow maintains his upright base.

Comeau: Stunner by Axl after all those hard shots to the head, how is Phantom still standing?

Moore: His legs are beneath him.

Mark: Obviously.

Axl stands up then bolts across the ring, lunging into the air with a flying back elbow. His elbow connects hard to Phantom’s sternum while he reaches back and takes him around the neck, rushing out of the corner for another stunner. At the last second Phantom shoves him off, sending Evermore charging forward into the ropes. He bounces off and comes back in at Axl who catches him across the throat with both hands. Phantom hoists him into the air for a double handed choke bomb only to have Axl counter with a knee strike right under the big man’s jaw.

The strike causes him to drop Evermore back to his feet then stumble backwards, swinging his arms to maintain his footing. He shakes off the effects of that knee strike then rushes forward right into a dropkick to the face that takes him down to the canvas. Phantom falls to his back and Axl again scurries into the cover.

Phantom pushes him off of the lateral press. Evermore lands in a crawling base but quickly rises back to his feet, Phantom doing much of the same. The gothic giant lobs a big boot at Axl’s head only to have him duck it and continue across the ring into the opposite cables. He bounces off and comes back in at Phantom who turns, catching him by the wrist then whipping him into the turnbuckle.

Before he can reach the corner Axl lunges into the air, landing feet first on the top rope then springing off and twisting around. He soars right towards Phantom and catches him with the Double Action Handle. The axehandle sends Phantom again tumbling to the ring with Evermore landing beside him.

Comeau: OHHH, the Double Action Handle. Could this be enough to finally spell Phantom’s end?

Moore: I don’t know how to spell that, in fact, I don’t even know how to spell my own name. I think there’s a Q in there somewhere.

The crowd is really getting behind their hometown hero as he obtains a standing base and waits for the lumbering Phantom to get up as well. He steps in popping him across the jaw, then doing it once again. Both strikes stagger Phantom before Evermore steps in and catches him across the sternum and his leg, setting up for the Exploder. He tries to lift but can’t quite get Phantom up as he has a 40 pound weight advantage over the former Cartel Champion. The aggressive Phantom pulls free and delivers a vicious headbunt right to Axl’s skull, sending him down hard into the canvas.

He now lunges into the air, hitting the big splash that knocks all the air out of Evermore’s body. The fans scream as they realize that he’s on the verge of victory.

Somehow, someway Evermore kicks out, resulting in Phantom’s outrage. He rises to his knees seething in anger before reaching down and grabbing Axl’s throat, dragging him up to his feet. Obviously the big man is looking to finish him off finally with the chokeslam.

Comeau: This is it, Evermore about to be chokeslammed to the canvas, possibly finishing him off.

Moore: Frankenberry is going to win? Count Chocula will be so jealous.

A dazed, groggy Axl is hoisted into the air as Phantom prepares to drive the final nail into his coffin. He is seemingly on the verge of victory when trumpets can be heard blaring loudly. This sound is followed by the beating of drums and the screech of a whistle, greatly confusing Phantom. He can’t help but to be enthralled enough to drop Axl as a marching band strolls out from the backstage area. The leader is holding a baton and blowing into a whistle as the rest of the band marches rhythmically towards the ring.

Moore: It’s a marching band! I tried to join one of those once until they told me that a kazoo wasn’t a real musical instrument.

Comeau: Oh no, these pranks have gone WAY too far.

The marching band plays a rendition of “We Are the Champions” as they stroll in one long line around the ring. Phantom watches them, turning around to follow them as they circle the squared circle, wondering what in the world is happening. His back is facing a recuperating Evermore as the marching band stops at ringside, some of them unraveling a huge banner. They unfold it and stretch it across themselves so that the words are legible for the irritated Phantom. He finds himself even more flustered and confused when he reads the words “EPIC FAIL” across the surface of the banner.

Susie: Epic Fail? What does that mean?

Mark: I think we’re about to find out.

Phantom turns around to face Evermore and suddenly finds himself the victim of a Herculean feat of strength as he’s hoisted into the Exploder by his opponent. He is driven down hard into the canvas with Evermore crawling into the cover.

Comeau: EXPLODER by Evermore!

Moore: I thought it took cranes to lift Frankenberry.

Axl hooks his leg as the fans continue to scream, swept up in this moment.

A deafening roar is heard from the crowd as Evermore rolls off of Phantom, laying across the canvas in an exhausted state.

Mark: Evermore victorious after surprisingly getting Phantom up for the Exploder thanks to an assist from a High School marching band.

Moore: I wonder who was pranking Phantom? Weird Al Yankovich?

Comeau: I don’t know, but it’s still damned impressive to think of Evermore hoisting that 300 pounds of humanity into the Exploder.

Phantom begins to regain some semblance of consciousness, slowly raising his head from the canvas with flickering eyes. He turns towards a celebrating Evermore, who refuses to be aided to his feet by the official. Finally he stands with his arms thrust up into the air, bringing the fans to their feet as well. That’s when he’s absolutely blindsided from behind by Hurse of all people.

Mark: What the hell? Hurse attacking a celebrating, exhausted Evermore from behind!

A devastating forearm lands right between Axl’s shoulder blades, sending him hard to the canvas. The former IWC World Champion stands over him wearing a sickening smirk that makes Phantom ill to the very pit of his stomach. Nevertheless he starts to stand up while Hurse reaches down, hooking both of the exhausted Evermore’s arms and wedging them behind his back.

Hurse: Come on Son, light em up! Daddy’s got a good grip on him.

Phantom’s face becomes a dark shade of red as his body trembles, Hurse conjuring up memories of his real father. He dwells back on how his dad chased his mother away and is incited to rush forward, going for a lariat on Evermore. Axl slips out of the way and causes Phantom to almost behead Hurse with the lariat. The impact is so vicious that it sends the former World Champion into a corkscrew before finally tumbling to the ring.

Moore: Frankenberry just hurt his poor old papa.

Mark: I think, key word being, “think,” that he was aiming for Evermore. But I also don’t believe Phantom took kindly to Hurse calling himself his father.

Susie: He would be if Robin accepts his proposal. Then we can have a storybook wedding, just like in the Little Mermaid.

Cheers are erupting from the crowd while Phantom steps back surveying the damage. The red tint fades from his face, which shows signs of confliction as he overlooks the laid out Hurse. Evermore steps around the ring holding his back and smirking over this incident before starting up the ramp. Now Phantom slips his palm through his hair and abandons the man who tried to pay him back for assisting him to victory last week.

As he drops to the mats and starts up the ramp Phantom is clearly confused over how to deal with this situation. He is unaware that Pat Evans has now rolled into the ring behind him, immediately planting himself on his seat in the corner. After having come through the crowd Pat now finds himself at his destination, mere inches away from the defenseless Hurse.

Mark: Things have just gone from bad to worse for Hurse. Does this guy have chronic bad luck or what?

Moore: Look, that unshaven, unwashed transient guy is in the ring with Hurse now, is that bad? Is he going to beg Hurse for change?

Comeau: I think that will be the least of his concerns, we’ve got to take a commercial break, but we’ll be back as soon as possible as this issue develops between Pat Evans and Hurse.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

THE GREAT DEBATE

The show returns to the interior of the Manhattan Center where a truly bewildering scene is unfolding.

Pat Evans: A verbal sparing session was promised tonight and that’s exactly what you fans will GET!

Inside of the ring the leather jacket clad Evans is seated in a chair across from his opponent at the Overbooked Extravaganza, Hurse. While Evans is at the top of his game both physically and mentally, the Alpha Gen member is barely upright in his chair, leaning far to the side.

His eyes flutter between staying open and falling completely into unconsciousness thanks to that lariat delivered right before the break. Such physical decimation has clearly made him incapable of besting Evans in a war of words.

Mark: We’re back here live on Riot! and it looks like we’re going to see the debate that was promised to us as Evans squabbles with an UNCONSCIOUS Hurse.

Susie: That’s the best type of Hurse there is.

The Submission Champion derives great delight from his rival’s incoherence.

Pat: Would you like to make the opening statement Hurse?

He drools from the mouth in response.

Evans: No? Fine, allow me to do the honors then.

Boos are heard from the crowd as Evans reaches out and pulls Hurse’s face up so that it stares forward.

Pat: I know why your so upset Steven, why your so heartbroken by my apparent “betrayal.” It’s not because you’ve been trying to recruit me for a year only to watch as I went to the other side. It’s not that at all. The reason you’re so emotional to the point that your nipples start squirting milk is because now you realize….no one likes you.

A mixed response is now generated from the masses while Evans introspectively rubs at his jaw.

Evans: No one can STAND YOU. Guys like me would rather feel a pine cone being shoved up their ass than stand five minutes listening to you rant about yourself. You’re not a very interesting topic to begin with Steven. Then you have people like Robin and Phantom, and you actually think that they like, or to go even further, respect you?

Pat shakes his head and Hurse continues to slouch in his chair to the point of slipping out of it.

Pat: Only to have them crush your confidence once again, by denying your affections or plotting your demise. And now it’s apparent that your parents felt the same way about you as I and the rest of the rationale world does. But you never would have discovered such a gruesome truth about dear old dad if it hadn’t been for me. Listen up now Stevie, this is important….

Evans slaps him under the chin and back hands him lightly to the cheek, trying to make sure he’s slightly coherent. Hurse’s head bobs and weaves like a doll much to the delight of the ravenous Evans.

Evans: My betrayal opened your eyes. By “stabbing you in the back” it made you realize that your life isn’t the candy coated fairy tale you always thought it was. I finally made you aware of just how miserable you REALLY are, and just how alone you REALLY are. Thanks to me your life is unraveling piece by piece and at the Overbooked Extravaganza, when I force you to tap out and retain my Submission title, you’ll finally hit rock bottom.

There are actual boos heard from the crowd, many of the fans not enjoying the lengths Evans is going to against a defenseless, unresponsive Hurse.

Pat: ARE YOU HEARING ME!?! ARE YOU FINALLY LISTENING!?!

His palm is thrust out against Hurse’s forehead repeatedly.

Evans: I hope so Steven, because I have so much more to teach you. It’s high time you realize that you’re a sniveling, worthless skin tag on the armpit of humanity. Care to disagree?

The mic is put out in front of Hurse’s drooling lips before quickly being pulled back to a smiling Evans.

Pat: Excellent, I’m glad we could find some common ground.

The jeers escalate.

Pat: I mean, if there’s anything you’d like to say just don’t sit there being a bump on a log, SPEAK UP, defend yourself? OR if you finally have accepted that you’re lower than the feces emitted from a rat’s anus then just sit there and be silent.

Hurse’s eyes once again flutter but no response emanates from his unconscious frame.

Evans: EXCELLENT! You’ve made a lot of improvement.

A sickening smirk sweeps across Evans’ face when the crowd’s reaction drastically changes at the sight of Robin Brooks and Phantom marching from the backstage area. Brooks tugs on Phantom’s ear, dragging him along towards the ring. The big man’s head is lowered as he begrudgingly is forced along. He actually seems to be pouting due to being brought back to the squared circle where he must come to the aid of Hurse.

Comeau: Hold it, here comes Phantom and Robin Brooks. Of course with Phantom, you don’t know if he’s coming out here to help or to destroy.

Moore: Didn’t Frankenberry already beat up Hurse enough.

Evans finally glances over his shoulder, spotting Phantom rolling into the ring. As a result Pat drops to the canvas and slips to the outside, evading any physicality with the disturbed behemoth. That same chilling grin remains on Pat’s face while Phantom forces himself to grab Hurse by the wrist pulling him into his shoulders. He now stands up holding an unconscious Alpha Gen member in a fireman’s carry and looking repulsed by it. Brooks is pointing to the backstage area with an angered expression, verbally scolding Phantom.

He steps over the ropes to the apron then drops to the outside mats, effortlessly carrying the lighter Hurse across his shoulders in the process.

Comeau: Phantom lugging Hurse to the back much against his will. This really is a baffling situation.

Moore: He’s being a good boy and listening to his mommy.

Brooks continues to point towards the back as Phantom rolls his eyes and starts up the ramp. Robin watches this all with her back turned towards the ring, not noticing that Evans has rolled inside clutching a microphone.

Evans: Hey Robin….don’t go just yet, because we’ve got some business to attend to here in the ring.

The flustered Robin turns to face Pat with inquisitive, uncertain eyes. Nevertheless she starts to pull herself up onto the apron.

Pat: Let’s get this over with Robby so that I can crush you almost as bad as you crushed Hurse’s fragile little heart.

He pitches the microphone to the outside of the ring as Robin suddenly becomes overwhelmed with confidence. She stands up and slips into the squared circle, a referee marching out from the backstage area yet again.

Comeau: It appears we’re going to have another impromptu start to a match here tonight with Pat Evans about to collide one on one with Robin Brooks. The inmates really are running the asylum.

Moore: Let’s hope it’s the inmates from the Arkym Asylum, that way things will be more interesting.

PAT EVANS VS. ROBIN BROOKS

The Submission Champion gives a stoic glare to the X-Class title holder, both competitors beginning to move in short circles around each other just as the bell sounds. Evans immediately starts towards Brooks, tying up with her and forcing her backwards across the ring. Aggressively he pushes the much lighter Robin spine first against the corner, the referee starting a five count. He breaks the collar elbow at four then pie faces his opponent, causing Robin to be swept up into a rage.

Comeau: Evans boldly breaking the collar elbow by pie facing Brooks.

Moore: Robin doesn’t have a pie face, if she did I’d be eating it.

Mark: Something about that sounded strangely arousing.

A grin slithers across Evans’ face as he backs to the center of the ring, still holding his palms in the air as if acting innocent. Brooks now steps out of the corner, calling for another collar elbow as Evans smirks and steps forward. The two just begin to tie up when Robin side steps him, driving her knee upward into Pat’s ribs, doubling him over. The equally as diabolical Brooks pops Pat to the side of the face with a close right hand then spins around into a leg lariat.

Evans ducks under the shot and steps behind her, wrapping his arms around her own as he sets up for the Spinal Tap. The crowd is stunned to see Pat going for this kill move already, obviously eager to not only beat but embarrass Brooks. Robin is too fresh to let this happen, forcing her spine to Pat’s sternum then shoving her way backwards in the direction of the corner. Pat is driven hard spine first into the turnbuckle, his arms falling over the ropes.

Comeau: Nice counter by the Black Widow, barely avoiding Pat’s lethal Spinal Tap in the early stages of this encounter.

Moore: She used her rump to push him back, us girls get so much accomplished with just our asses.

With Evans slightly stunned Brooks jumps into the air, wrapping her arm around his neck and snapmaring him out of the corner. Pat flips completely over, coming down to his seat while Brooks steps out of the corner behind him, jumping over his head and dragging down on it. She delivers a reverse blockbuster of sorts, snapping Evans’ jaw down into his sternum and severally wrenching his neck. He now falls to his back while Brooks steps to his side, laying into him with stomp after stomp.

Comeau: Now we’re seeing some real aggression by Brooks.

Susie: They must have both gotten into my testosterone injections.

Mark: Why the hell do you have testosterone?

Moore: I thought it was some kind of expensive candy, until I started growing hair on my chest.

Pat rolls away from Robin, starting to get up when she nails him to the jaw with a forearm. The blow staggers him as his opponent steps in and delivers another forearm right to his face, continuing to weaken his legs. One last knock out shot is launched at Evans who ducks under the blow, stepping behind her back. He turns towards her when Robin lunges into the air, her heel nailing him directly between the eyes. As soon as she lands on all fours she ducks her head rolling across the canvas towards the corner. She slips through the ropes and scales the turnbuckle, getting to the top rope in preparation for the Flying Star.

Comeau: A nasty leg lariat by Robin, and what’s this, she’s already going for that shooting star press?

Moore: They must be unlike us, we’re paid by the hour. I think, wait, do I get paid at all?

The quick Brooks is about to take flight with her aerial daredevilry when Pat reaches his feet, bolting directly at her. Before she can be knocked down out of the corner she dives into the air, Robin flying over top of the inbound Evans’ head. She ducks her head and rolls forward across the canvas directly onto her feet, turning around to face Pat who has his back wedged to the corner.

She now goes into a cartwheel across the canvas before lunging forward into a flying forearm only to be caught in mid-air by Evans then twisted around into a tilt a whirl backbreaker. The crowd groans at the sight of Brooks’ spine being violently bent over Pat’s knee, the Submission Champion keeping her in this position. He wraps his arms around her waist then dead lifts her off of his knee before dropping her with a side slam. Evans immediately hooks her leg as soon as she crashes into the canvas.

Brooks somehow has the strength to kick out even after those two damaging moves. This prompts Evans to rise to his feet, grabbing his knee pad and pulling it down to his ankle. Now that his knee is completely exposed he drops it directly into Robin’s face, causing her to convulse in pain.

Moore: Elbow drop by Evans…

Comeau: Actually that was a knee drop.

Susie: I was close.

Evans keeps his knee pressed to Robin’s face, beginning to grind it back and forth across her features to screams of disgust from the crowd. The camera briefly cuts backstage, showing Hurse yet again seated in a chair watching the action through a monitor. He is on the edge of his seat with his hand cupped over his mouth with fear over the deformities that Evans may be inflicting on his love. Pat stands up and jumps into the air, coming down heel first right across Robin’s forehead, causing her to writhe in pain.

She just starts to reach her feet when Evans hoists her into the air and then drops her spine first across his knee with the Canadian backbreaker. The second he connects he pushes down on Robin’s chest, causing her to flip backwards and land on her feet only for Evans to place her in a front chancery. He stands up and hoists Brooks into the air with a vertical suplex. That’s when he releases her and drops Brooks down into a sit-out powerbomb from that vertical suplex position.

Comeau: Deadly combo from Evans. This guy sure knows how to fluidly tie together his moves and inflict maximum damage.

Susie: I can’t tie anything, even my shoes, it’s why I wear Velcro.

Mark: Stacy, that’s not Velcro, it’s rubber bands, and those aren’t shoes, you just wrapped your feet in aluminum foil.

The aggressive Pat continues to press his advantage now that he’s got Robin completely at his mercy. He stands up and grabs her by the wrist, pulling her to a seated position just long enough for him to rush forward and dropkick her to the face. Brooks is knocked onto her back yet again as it becomes obvious that Evans is out to mangle her good looks. This goal becomes more obvious as he crawls up beside Robin, digging his elbow into her face and grinding it back and forth.

Finally referee Wright steps in and starts a five count, warning Evans that he’ll be disqualified. Although Pat could care less he stops this illegal brutality and rises to his feet, taking Robin by her long lovely locks and slowly rolling her to her knees. Suddenly Brooks reaches out and snatches the legs from beneath her methodical opponent. She flips forward and pulls up on his legs, going into a jackknife cover.

Evans kicks out before he can be pinned, stunned by such an attempt. Brooks rolls away from him to her knees as Pat stands up at her side, looking flustered as he rushes in and tries to boot her right to the face. Robin ducks this attempt then stands up quickly, grabbing both of Pat’s arms and pulling him down into a back slide.

Evans kicks out, rolling in reverse onto his knees right as Brooks steps forward and in her dazed state takes him around the neck. She is looking for a DDT to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Comeau: Robin’s speed proving to be a little much for the methodical Evans. She almost got him twice with pins and now she’s going for a DDT.

Moore: Brooks is like a cat, one of those cats that scratches you when you stick a finger in their bum.

Mark: Your weekend activities are none of my business.

Brooks is on the verge of dropping back into the DDT when Pat wedges his hands to her ribs and pushes her off backwards into the ropes. The Black Widow bounces off and comes back in at the Submission Champion who stands right in time to walk into a forearm strike. He ducks this shot though and spins around to face Brooks who lunges into the air, looking for the leg lariat yet again. This time Pat catches her right across his sternum, wrapping up both her leg and her waist then dropping her down back first right across his knee with another sickening backbreaker variation.

Comeau: Devastation backbreaker from Evans.

Moore: I know the number of a good chiropractor. At least I think it was a chiropractor. Do most chiropractors work in the nude?

Wails of pain emanate from Robin as she reaches for her spine and rolls across the canvas, ending up just a few inches removed from the cables. A smirking Evans steps towards her, sadistically placing his boots on her lower back and standing there. All the while he leans forearms first on the top rope, having the audacity to yawn. Yet again the official is starting a five count, reaching four when Pat steps off of her back and reaches down, grabbing both of Robin’s legs. He drags her to the center of the ring then rolls her over onto her stomach, tying her legs into a cloverleaf and sitting down on her damaged back. A scream of anguish emanates from the Black Widow, who pushes herself up with her elbows and glares towards the ropes for salvation.

Susie: Cloverfield applied by Evans, but where’s the big scary monster thingy and my handheld camcorder?

Comeau: I swear you make Jessica Simpson look like a scholar.

Evans intensely pulls back on the legs and sits further on Robin’s spine as she finds herself on the verge of tapping out. Somehow she resists this temptation long enough to begin dragging herself across the ring in the direction of the ropes. She is desperate to escape after the damage inflicted on her spine, but before she can even reach the cables Pat breaks his own submission. He now turns and reaches down, grabbing her hair and forcing her up to her knees, all the while shouting into her face.

Pat: You want the ropes, you’ll get the ropes!

Pat whips her with all of his strength right into the cables, Brooks bouncing off of them with force then coming back in at her anxiously opponent. Evans immediately catches her with a huge back drop, sending Brooks flipping through the air then coming down spine first into the canvas. Another gasp emanates from the crowd at the sight of the Black Widow crashing down from such a tremendous height.

Moore: MONOPOLY!

Comeau: Brooks landing hard on that canvas, at this point I question rather she can keep this match going. Pat has done some serious damage to her lower back.

Robin rolls to her seat as Pat takes her by the hair, leading her back to her feet.

Pat: You want to meet the ropes one more time Princess?

Again Brooks is whipped into the cables, bouncing off and coming back in at Pat who this time catches her around the waist, setting up for a release belly to belly suplex. That’s when Robin sinks her teeth directly into his nose, beginning to gnaw at it to screams from the crowd. Evans groans in pain as he pushes her off backwards into the ropes yet again. She bounces off and comes back in at her intense opponent who lobs a lariat at her neck. Brooks ducks it and rushes into the ropes behind him, bouncing off and coming back in at Pat who turns and catches her with another tilt a whirl. On this occasion however, Brooks catches Pat around the neck and drops back into a DDT.

Comeau: Brooks countering the tilt a whirl!

Susie: She just dropped Pat right on his head, like my parents did with me consistently until I was 21.

Pat rolls onto his back with Brooks crawling into the lateral press rather sluggishly.

Evans launches his shoulder from the ring to overwhelming dismay from the gathered masses. Brooks sits up, her eyes burning with rage and her body aching with pain, yet somehow she rises to her feet. To her dismay Pat is doing the same, his eyes flickering as he attempts to stand. The second he gets up Brooks rushes forward and jumps into the air, catching him around the back of the head with a big reverse neckbreaker. The back of Evans skull collides violently with the ring while Robin grips at her spine and rises yet again to her feet.

She turns and slips through the ropes onto the apron, grabbing the top cable then springing to it and taking flight with an attempted big splash. The Black Widow comes crashing down right onto Pat’s sternum, knocking all the wind out of his body and then hooking his leg.

Pat kicks out, getting his shoulder up just before the three count.

Comeau: Brooks hitting Pat with everything that she’s worth thus far.

Moore: She’s worth a lot, I’d even trade my Garbage Pale Kids collectible trading cards for her.

Brooks rises to her knees and immediately digs her nails into Pat’s face, trying to claw it up and deform him the same way he’s been trying to do to her. The official has to physically drag her off of him as Pat rolls away to his elbows and knees, trying to get up while reaching for his torn flesh. He stands just as Brooks pushes the official aside, charging forward at the Submission Champion. He instinctively bends down and catches her knees against his shoulder, standing up in order to back drop her. However, Brooks is able to slip down his back and land on her seat behind him, trying to pull him over into the sunset flip.

Evans flails his arms out to his sides, trying to keep himself upright before he lobs a fist directly at her face. Brooks scoots out of the way, causing Evans to punch the canvas with great force. He winces in pain while remaining doubled over, Brooks standing up behind him then jumping over his back. She catches him around the noggin on the way down and pulls him down face first into the canvas with a modified flip over face buster. He bounces off of the canvas as a result, getting to his knees when Brooks rushes in and delivers a swift running Kawada kick directly to his nose. The crack knocks Pat to his back, Robin turning and launching herself into the air with a twisting, corkscrew senton splash.

She crashes spine first right across Evans’ ribs and hooks both of his legs for the pinfall.

Evans kicks out to her utter dismay.

Comeau: Robin now connecting with a very nice combo of her own that has Pat reeling.

Moore: I like combos, especially the bite sized ones filled with cheese.

Mark: Why do you have this job? Seriously, they could put a pile of moldy gym socks next to me and it still do a better job than you.

Susie: Yeah, but it wouldn’t smell as good.

Brooks is a bit flustered that her high flying move didn’t prove to be Evans’ undoing, therefore she rises to her feet and steps back in preparation for her superkick. Her knees are bent and her fingers twiddle with anticipation, making sure to stay behind the slowly rising Evans, who cradles his hand across his stomach. He finally reaches his feet after much delay, turning towards Brooks who steps in for the superkick. Her foot ends up right under his jaw before Evans catches hold of it, setting up for the ankle lock to a loud chorus of boos.

Comeau: Pat caught Robin’s superkick and now he’s looking for that dangerous ankle lock.

Robin jumps into the air at the last second and connects with an enzugari kick to the back of Pat’s head, utilizing her free foot in order to do so. The kick causes Evans to stagger forward into the corner, falling into the second turnbuckle pad forehead first. He rests on his knees now while pressed against the turnbuckle, suffering the effects of that hard kick to the head. Despite this trauma he begins to turn towards Robin who holds her back and rushes towards him, reaching out and grabbing the top rope while kicking her lower body up into the air.

She does almost a headstand in the corner before swinging her legs down towards Evans for some type of dropkick perhaps. Somehow Pat stands in time though to catch Robin’s legs right on top of his shoulders, now rushing forward across the ring and dropping into a powerbomb backbreaker right across his knee.

Susie: PARCHEESI!

Mark: A running powerbomb backbreaker by Evans. Does this man ever run out of backbreaker variations?

Robin rolls around on the canvas gripping at her back while Pat crawls into the cover, unable to make one immediately given his own exhaustion.

Pat is on the verge of celebrating before Robin gets her shoulder up, avoiding the three count just barely.

Comeau: And Robin kicks out again! Like her or hate her, you got to respect this woman.

Moore: I respect any women who is willing to get her ass kicked for a few hundred bucks. Usually I do it for free in those clubs with hot leather and whips.

Mark: You’ll have to take me there one night.

Pat furiously stands up, grabbing Robin by the hair then stepping behind her back. He hooks up her arm and lifts her into the air for the Spinal Tap. Somehow Brooks is able to transition her body though, reaching across his back with her legs and wrapping them around his farm arm.

She’s going for the crucifix when Evans uses all of his strength to throw her up into the air, catching the Black Widow on top of his shoulders in another powerbomb position. He rushes forward in order to deliver the move when Robin ducks her head, slipping down his back. She catches him around the waist and pulls him down into a sunset flip to screams from the crowd.

Evans rolls through right onto his feet and charges in for a big knee to her face when Brooks drops down out of the way. His knee completely misses her cranium as Brooks catches him by the back of the pants, pulling him down into the school boy.

Mark: School boy by Robin, this is how we saw Pat’s teammate beaten earlier, will it work a second time?

Moore: People sure do love school boys, especially Catholic Priests.

A huge reaction is heard from the fans as the ref makes the count.

Evans launches his shoulder from the ring yet again, avoiding another three count. He rolls in reverse right onto his feet when Robin gets her second wind and comes charging in. Pat side steps her, catching her across the sternum and connecting with a standing STO back breaker. Brooks unleashes a wail of pain as Evans now stands up straight, pulling her up to her feet then sticking her head under his seat. Both of Robin’s arms are hooked as Pat throws her into the air for a powerbomb, catching her right on top of his shoulders. That’s when Brooks snaps back suddenly, hitting a hurricarana into the pinfall.

The crowd is absolutely shocked as Pat kicks out just a second too late. Robin is launched forward, picking up a huge win over the Submission Champion.

Mark: She did it, Robin has defeated Evans thanks to the hurricarana that was connected with out of nowhere.

Moore: Brooks got some vindication for her man, ain’t that cute? It’s just like Enchanted, only without music, or dancing.

The crowd still finds themselves stunned over this victory as Robin gets to her feet and spins right into a chain shot under the jaw by Evans. The strike renders her almost completely unconscious.

Comeau: Oh come on, not again. Why must the Conspiracy react this way after every single match?

Susie: He just hit Robin with a chain, I’m gonna pout.

Evans stands over Robin with a cold, uncomfortable smile on his face. The chain that he retrieved from his pocket remains wrapped around his fist as he slowly lifts it to his lips, planting a kiss on it.

Evans: There you go Robin, now your fulfilling your rightful role, as the victim. Tell Steven it will be his turn next.

Pat lifts the chain into the air and allows it to slip off of his fingers, falling right on top of an unconscious Robin’s chest. The Submission Champion backs away with the fans booing him out of the building.

Mark: Man, what is going to happen now when Pat Evans squares off against Hurse at the Overbooked Extravaganza?

Moore: They’re going to play Crazy Eights?

Comeau: Emotions are definitely going to be running high going into this one.

TEAMWORK

Johnny Kingdom: You know, it’s taken me a while to come around but I think we make a great team.

The camera pans out to reveal the Team Leader marching towards the ring talking to none other than the Cartel title belt. It’s draped over his forearm as he moseys towards the squared circle for his tag team title defense.

Kingdom: If only I were teaming with you tonight instead of that DREADFUL Orlando Cruze. There would be no conceivable way that our combined power and charisma could be defeated. No way at ALL. We would probably make a better team than the Headshrinkers, and we don’t even need afros.

I’ve always preferred the Rocker’s perms.

These painfully familiar vocals are enough to stop Kingdom in his tracks, lifting his eyes to stare into the approaching face of Jason Wheeler. The Black Cat does not shy away from the Team Leader, stopping a mere inch or two away from him. With sweat still glistening on his forehead from his earlier bout, Wheeler arrogantly gazes upon the Cartel Championship.

Jason: So nice to see that you two are getting acquainted.

Johnny: I’ve already added the Cartel title as a friend on my MySpace.

Wheeler: Intriguing. I really, REALLY, hate to stop this bonding moment but you and I need to have some dialogue.

Kingdom protectively holds the Cartel title behind his back, still smirking arrogantly.

Kingdom: Well, if it’s anything like the rest of your dialogue, chances are I’ve already heard it. So I’ll pass. Catch you in the ring…

A slap is delivered to Wheeler’s bicep as Kingdom starts to pass by. Unfortunately his path is blocked by the open palm of Riggs, which wedges against the Team Leader’s sternum, holding him in place. Kingdom looks down at the palm flagrantly violating his personal space before looking into the vacant, emotionless eyes of its owner.

Johnny: Is it the Halloween special already? I didn’t even remember to wear my donkey costume.

Riggs: The man had something he wanted to say to you, I suggest that you listen.

Kingdom: Okay, I’ll take your suggestion under advisement.

For only a moment he holds his finger to his jaw then shrugs.

Johnny: NAH. I still think I’ll pass.

Kingdom is spun around from behind and the Cartel Champion is dragged out of his hands by a smirking Wheeler.

Wheeler: Stop cracking wise Johnny, you’re not very good at it. Rather you realize it or not, you stole this championship away from me earlier tonight. I had this belt won and due to your egotistical, selfish antics you forced us to endure the reign of another inanimate champion.

Kingdom: Oh, is this the part where you thank me?

Wheeler thrusts the belt into Johnny’s sternum and steps back.

Jason: No, this is the part where I tell you that I don’t care. Because regardless of what happened earlier, I’ll still be leaving here tonight as a CHAMPION.

This declaration causes Kingdom’s grin to widen.

Johnny: It’s nice to see that you got that little engine that could mentality, but sadly there won’t be any happy endings to your story. Tonight the REAL World Heavyweight Champion will be leaving with all the gold.

Such a statement amuses Wheeler, who no longer delays Kingdom on his way to the ring for their impending match. Jason continues to smirk before Riggs steps towards him a huff. Once their eyes interlock Wheeler realizes that things are not copasetic between himself and his teammate.

Riggs: Jason, answer me this one question.

Wheeler: How do I fit into a size three? Simple, first I take a corset and a garter belt…

Riggs: No, I want to ask what you were thinking trying to win the Cartel title earlier.

Jason is confused by this inquiry.

Jason: What do you mean? I saw an opportunity and I took it. You should have done the same, maybe the outcome would have been a little better.

Riggs: Maybe so, but I didn’t want to get involved and wear myself out before the biggest match of my IWC career.

Suddenly it dawns on Wheeler where his partner’s anger stems from.

Wheeler: Oh come on, did you see the competition in that gauntlet? I didn’t, because there wasn’t any.

Riggs: That’s not the point. All you did was tire yourself out, leaving you less than a hundred percent for our match. You could have been injured and completely screwed us out of the tag team titles. I thought you would exercise better judgment than that.

A laugh surprisingly emanates from Wheeler, who tries to cover up for it.

Jason: YOU’RE actually lecturing ME about better judgment? I didn’t see you exercising better judgment when you robbed me of a win last week.

Riggs looks towards the rafters while shaking his head.

Riggs: What I did last week was for US.

The smirk on Wheeler’s face wavers.

Riggs: It was for OUR team. I was just protecting you from Evans.

Wheeler: I didn’t ask you to be my au pair.

Riggs: I’m not, but I am your teammate. I am the one who’s been sacrificing his body week in and week out for us. In fact, I seem to be the only one sacrificing anything for this team. If anyone is selfish around here, it isn’t Johnny Kingdom, it’s you.

Riggs starts to walk away from his partner and the man he’ll be facing at the Overbooked Extravaganza as Wheeler provides some parting words.

Jason: It’s not my fault you think with your heart, instead of your head but if you want sacrifice, I’ll show you plenty.

This statement causes Riggs to freeze as Wheeler now walks around him and towards the ring. The camera zooms in on the somber eyes of Riggs as he slowly shakes his head.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

The arena drops into total darkness, the piano intro to “The Sacrament” by HIM begins to play and smoke appears in the entrance way. As the songs kicks in purple lights come on and Riggs comes walking out from the smoke. He stands on the rampway for a few seconds and throws one arm into the air before making his down to the ring.

Comeau: Boy things sure are on unsteady ground for this man and his tag team partner Jason Wheeler, but nevertheless Riggs steps out here prepared for battle as he fights for those coveted Tag Team Titles.

Moore: His war of words with Wheeler before the break reminded me of Dr. Phil, only nobody was bald with a big scary mustache.

Mark: Riggs had a lot of valid points with Wheeler, who he felt was jeopardizing their Tag Title shot by competing in that gauntlet earlier tonight, but hopefully the two can get past that in what should be the biggest main event in IWC history.

Riggs has now entered the ring, standing with his back to the corner and watching the entry way very, very closely in preparation for his partner’s arrival.

“The End of All Hope” starts to play over the PA system before the name “Wheeler” flashes over the big screen. At the sight of this the fans cannot help but to erupt, rising to their feet with their arms held high as Jason Wheeler strolls onto the stage, overlooking his screaming admirers. He crouches briefly while eying the ring in a cat like manner and now pounces down the ramp. He reaches the ringside area and slides in under the ropes, crawling across it then doing a headstand before nipping up onto his feet. The Black Cat jumps to a turnbuckle, looking out over the crowd who is relishing this opportunity to see the former six time SCW World Champion.

Mark: Man these two make such an impressive duo.

Moore: Yet their such an odd couple, just like Barney and Axl Rotten.

Comeau: That’s true, to a degree. Wheeler and Riggs have zero in common other than their mutual hatred for the Conspiracy, but will that bond be enough to get them through this huge Tag Title opportunity?

Wheeler and Riggs continue to eye each other but immediately start discussing strategy, getting over their issues apparently.

WAKE UP

The fans shoot from their seats at the sight of Johnny Kingdom ripping through the curtains and stomping onto the stage. Gone is the Cartel Championship belt, in fact no gold adorns his frame on his way to the ring, not even the tag strap. The weight of his presence is felt through the magnitude of the fans cheers. Kingdom steps to the apron, strolling across it and all the while keeping his eyes on both Jason Wheeler and Riggs. He briefly smirks and enters the ring.

Susie: It’s that diabolical Mr. Clean, but where is his tag team partner?

Mark: Who knows where the Icon is currently with the Conspiracy still after him regarding his attack on Silencer.

Moore: Who? I was talking about the Cartel title belt again.

Comeau: Stop that! Kingdom gloating with the new Cartel Champion the umm, Cartel Championship belt backstage. I don’t even want to go into that again.

Kingdom slips through the ropes and takes a seat on the top turnbuckle pad, waiting smugly for his partner. “You Know My Name” erupts over the PA system, sending the crowd into a loud outburst. They are swept up into the madness that corresponds with Orlando’s arrival inside of the Manhattan Center. The curtains now part to reveal the Icon defiantly marching through them, both Tag Title belts hanging from his palms. The World Champion starts down the ramp with deep, intense eyes, showing no other emotion. He jumps to the apron then scales the turnbuckle, overlooking the fans who are still going nuts for him. Despite having been forced to hand over the World title last week, Orlando still looks enthused, even as he stares into the diabolical features of Kingdom

Comeau: And here we have another odd couple in the form of Cruze and Kingdom, this really does make for a combustible tag team situation right now. I’m shocked however by the fact that Orlando is even up to this match after the disgusting events of last week.

Susie: I agree. What events are we talking about?

Mark: Sometimes it’s good to have a short term memory Susie, but I can guarantee that this is a match you won’t want to forget.

Cruze and Kingdom continue their stare-down as the Icon drops to the mats, Johnny insistent upon starting this match. At the same time Wheeler is making the same demands to Riggs, who begrudgingly exits the ring. The Manhattan Center is swept up into a fevered pitch at the sight of Johnny Kingdom and Jason Wheeler starting out this match for their respective teams. Obviously Riggs is still upset with his partner, remaining in their corner, despite Jason’s exhaustion over his earlier battle. The bell begins to chime finally while Kingdom arrogantly peeks over his shoulder towards the pacing Orlando. Both Wheeler and the Team Leader step forward embracing in a quick collar elbow.

Comeau: And we’re underway with perhaps the biggest Tag Team title match in IWC history.

Moore: Biggest? But there are no lard asses in this match.

Mark: But apparently there is no shortage of dumbasses at ringside.

The two jockey only briefly for positioning before Kingdom swings under Wheeler’s arm, stepping behind him and applying a rear waist lock. Jason tries to pull the hands away from his waist before he is hoisted into the air, turned and slammed down to the canvas. This basic throw leaves Kingdom on top of Jason’s back, maintaining the waist lock until he quickly slips around and establishes the front chancery. Johnny looks up into the eyes of Orlando at this point.

Kingdom: Are you taking notes?

The Icon scowls over this barb but continues to move remain focused on the match at hand. The still winded Wheeler rolls to his side to escape the front chancery but Kingdom rolls right along with him. Both men end up on their knees with Johnny still applying the front chancery submission.

Comeau: Johnny trying to school not only Wheeler but the World Champ as well.

Moore: I hated school, mostly because of those damn full body cavity searches.

Mark: Um, those aren’t mandatory in highschool.

Moore: Oh, ohhhhhhh…

Wheeler does the unthinkable, forcing his body up into a headstand almost before falling back first over Kingdom’s shoulder. He lands on his feet to the fans’ disbelief right beside Kingdom, immediately establishing a side headlock on his kneeling opponent. Kingdom is a bit stunned himself, slowly willing his way to his feet. As soon as they get up Kingdom counters into a hammerlock then steps to the opposite side of his opponent applying the side headlock submission. He grins his arms across Wheeler’s ears when Jason elbows him to the ribs then shoves him forward into the cables.

Kingdom bounces off and comes back in at Wheeler who throws a lariat, trying to behead the man who cost him the Cartel Championship. Johnny ducks this shot and rushes into the cables behind his opponent, who turns right in time to be taken down with a running shoulder block from the Team Leader.

Moore: He just hit Jason with his SHOULDER!!!

Comeau: Yeah, it was, ummm, amazing?

Johnny closes off one of his nostrils and blows snot out of the other down at Wheeler before rushing into the cables. He bounces off coming back in at Jason who rolls towards Kingdom. This causes Johnny to leap over his opponent and continue forward into the cables, bouncing off then coming back in at Wheeler who lunges into the air. Jason leap frogs Kingdom, who again continues onward into the ropes. He comes off right into Jason who tries to hip toss him.

Kingdom plants his feet however, blocking the hip toss then stepping to Wheeler’s opposite side, hooking him under the arm. Johnny throws him up into the air for a hip toss of his own when the Black Cat twists his body, placing his feet to Kingdom’s ribs and wrapping his hands around the back of his head. He seems to have countered into a monkey flip only to have Johnny push him off at the last second. Jason flips over backwards landing on his feet with the agility of a cat before diving into the air with a roundhouse kick.

Johnny ducks this attempted blow as Wheeler lands on his feet directly in front of him, turning right into a dropkick to the sternum. The longest reigning World Champion in ULW history watches Jason roll in reverse to his elbows and knees, gripping at his chest.

Comeau: Nice back and forth between Kingdom and Wheeler, picking up right where they off last week.

Moore: Where did they leave off last week, trying to convince that nerdy kid to stop breaking their shit?

Mark: That’s the plot of Family Matters.

Susie: I know, I value my family too. Except for the ones in prison.

Jason starts to stand up when Kingdom moves in and chops him hard across the sternum, knocking him back first into the enemy corner. Kingdom nails a forearm to Jason’s face, knocking him from his feet to his seat, leaning with his spine against the corner. At this point Johnny rushes into the opposite ropes, bouncing off then coming back in at the seated dazed Wheeler, going for the face wash. Before his boot can connect Wheeler grabs the top rope with both hands, the Black Cat flipping up into the air out of the way of the boot.

Kingdom’s foot launches through the ropes while Wheeler sits down on the top of the turnbuckle, immediately placing Johnny in a front chancery. He jumps off the turnbuckle going for a tornado DDT until he is shoved off by the Tag Champ. This causes Wheeler to land on his feet in the center of the ring as Kingdom steps forward going for another big boot. The ever so nimble Jason drops into a forward roll under the boot then stands and slaps the hand of Riggs, who seems eager to get in there.

As soon as Riggs enters the ring he jumps into the air, spinning sideways into a corkscrew kick right to Kingdom’s back. The kick sends Johnny reeling forward into his corner where Orlando slaps his shoulder, tagging himself into this match.

Moore: Look, Orlando tagged Kingdom’s SHOULDER.

Comeau: What is it with you and Johnny’s shoulder?

Susie: It looks like it’s carried a lot of dead weight.

Mark: Story of my life.

Orlando slips through the ropes briefly turning towards Kingdom and motioning for him to get the hell out of the ring. Johnny turns with a callous smile.

Johnny: All you had to do was ask nicely.

Johnny steps into their corner while Orlando rushes at the rising Riggs, going for a knife edge chop to his sternum. Somehow Riggs ducks it, spinning around right as the Icon launches a European Uppercut towards his jaw. Riggs almost has to do a Matrix like dodge by bending over backwards to avoid this strike. He stands up in time to spot the still enraged Orlando spinning around into a roaring forearm. Riggs side steps it and spins in a circle to face his opponent’s back.

Comeau: Somehow Riggs avoiding all of Orlando’s attempted strikes, strikes that have put down a plethora of opponents.

Moore: How much longer can he stay away from the World Champion? Yay, I said something right. Do I get a nickel?

Orlando spins around and is immediately taken down with an arm drag from the Painted Warrior. The Icon rolls forward across the canvas, getting to his feet when Riggs flips him over yet again with another arm drag. Cruze hits the ring growing flustered, perhaps his anger getting the better of him. Just as he rises to his feet Riggs comes charging in, jumping through the air and wrapping his legs around Orlando’s waist. Cruze lifts him up into the air with a wheel barrow when Riggs catches him by the arm, falling down into another hip toss. The crowd as well as Cruze are stunned by all of these arm drags from Riggs who rolls towards Wheeler where he makes the tag.

Comeau: I’ve never seen Riggs move that quickly, but tonight there’s a little added spring to his step.

Moore: He’s got SPRINGS in his shoes!?! He’s just like Inspector Gadget!

Orlando rises to his feet right as Wheeler springs over the top rope and lands feet first on the middle cable, launching himself off backwards. Orlando tries to catch him only to have Jason hook his arm and pull him over into another arm drag that gets the crowd screaming. Cruze rolls across the canvas to his feet when Jason comes charging in and is almost beheaded by a roaring elbow from the World Champion. The blow was delivered with such force that it could have shattered Wheeler’s jaw, knocking him from his feet to the canvas.

Mark: OH! Wheeler and Riggs were giving Orlando a handful before he just delivered a knock out shot.

Moore: He could have hurt that nice Keebler Elf.

Comeau: Wheeler is NOT an ELF!

Jason rubs painfully at his jaw while rolling away from Cruze, surprisingly getting to his feet only to be leveled with a searing knife edge chop. The strike is delivered with such force that it almost caves in Wheeler’s chest, knocking him to the canvas. He starts to get up when Orlando places him in a front chancery, lifting him into the air for a vertical suplex. To his shock Wheeler floats over though, landing directly on his feet then charging forward and jumping to the middle rope. He bounces off right as Cruze turns into a hard dropkick to the chest, taking him down to the canvas. The crowd is stunned as Orlando tumbles to his back, grabbing at his chest in pain.

This allows Wheeler to crawl towards his partner and slap his outstretched hand, again bringing Riggs into this confrontation. Riggs jumps over the ropes into the ring then charges at Orlando who catches his inbound opponent with an atomic drop. The testicles of Riggs collide with Cruze’s raised knee, causing him to jump back right as Orlando gets to his feet connecting with yet another chop. This one just about destroys Riggs’ sternum, knocking him down hard to the canvas across his back. He rolls around on the ring just as Orlando backs into a corner, readying himself.

The Painted Warrior has just reached his feet when Cruze bolts across the ring and delivers a running European Uppercut. The shot actually lifts Riggs off of his feet and sends him flying backwards across the ring.

Mark: Orlando almost uppercutted the paint off of Riggs’ face.

Moore: That was nastier than toilet water.

Comeau: You’ve actually drank toilet water?

Susie: My dog did it, so I was curious, but in retrospect I probably should have flushed first.

The winded Icon approaches Kingdom and slaps his outstretched palm hard.

Orlando: Let’s see you do better than that.

Kingdom scoffs over such a demand upon entering the ring, turning towards Riggs as he sluggishly begins to rise to his feet. The second he reaches an upright base Kingdom wedges his shoulder to his spine and lifts him into the air, dragging him down hard spine first into the canvas with a back drop. Riggs reaches for his kidneys while rolling across the canvas. The Team Leader stands and backs into a far corner before charging out and jumping high into the air. He extends his knee and plants it directly into Riggs’ collar bone, causing him a tremendous amount of grief.

Riggs sits up after this impact while Kingdom clamps his arms around his throat, establishing the sleeper hold. He tightly squeezes the life out of Riggs’ body when the Painted Warrior grabs one of his arms of his opposition, pulling it away from his throat and freeing his head. He stands up at the kneeling Kingdom’s side and dives over his head into a forward roll. He now turns and lunges forward feet first directly into Kingdom’s face, connecting with a hard front dropkick.

Comeau: Nice timely dropkick from Riggs knocking Kingdom out.

Moore: He got him with both boots, that’s amazing.

Riggs gets to his feet after the dropkick and approaches his partner, slapping Wheeler’s outstretched hand. Jason springs to the top rope just as Kingdom is getting to his feet then flips forward, crashing upside down spine first right into Johnny’s sternum. Both men tumble to the canvas as Wheeler rolls away from his laid out opponent, Johnny struggling to reach his feet. Just as he does stand Johnny is whipped into the opposite ropes, bouncing off and coming back in at Wheeler who jumps into the air hitting a huge back elbow to his sternum.

Susie: Wheeler is so quick, he’s just like a cricket.

Comeau: Those bugs can be fast and right now Jason is proving to be a huge pest for Kingdom.

Moore: BUGS!?! GROSS! I was talking about my cricket cell-phone. See how fast I can text message?

Although his sternum may be enflamed with pain, much like Wheeler on the last Riot!, Kingdom begins to stand up. That’s when Wheeler steps in and clobbers him to the side of the jaw with a forearm strike then approaches Riggs and slaps his hand, tagging him into this contest. The anger that once existed in Riggs in regards to Jason’s earlier antics has vanished as he enters the ring and turns his back to the laid out Kingdom. He grabs Jason by the head, tucking it under his armpit then lifting him into the air with a vertical suplex. He releases Jason though who falls into a 450 splash right on top of Kingdom.

Comeau: A 450 suplex by Riggs and Wheeler.

Moore: Jason dives better than Greg Louganis, plus he’s got more body hair.

Mark: Wheeler and Riggs using a lot of fast paced, high impact offense that proves to be offsetting Kingdom’s and Cruze’s more methodical, ground and pound style.

Jason continues the lateral press as the official makes the count.

Kingdom launches his shoulder from the ring, avoiding a three count. Wheeler quickly gets to his feet, assisting Johnny to an upright base then whipping him off across the ring into the opposite ropes. The Team Leader bounces off and comes back in at Wheeler who spins around for a standing leg lariat. Kingdom ducks this kick and continues into the ropes behind him, Jason turning to face his inbound opponent. He now jumps into the air and takes down the former World Champion with a vicious spinning heel kick, promptly getting to his feet after delivering the move. Wheeler flips forward, crashing down spine first right into Kingdom’s ribs then standing up at his opposite side and flipping over backwards into a sky twisting press.

Jason hooks the leg.

Johnny again launches his shoulder from the ring, avoiding defeat by mere seconds.

Comeau: Wheeler and Riggs continuing to use their speed to their advantage in this grueling tag title bout.

Moore: They are faster than rabbits, and I love rabbits, especially pulling on their ears. It’s why I have so many bite scars on my hands.

A stunned Kingdom tries to get up when Jason moves behind him, delivering a hard clubbing blow right over his back. The shot is vicious as Jason again clubs him right between the shoulder blades. He now takes him around the far side of his jaw, leading him to his feet and trying to whip him across the ring. Kingdom turns once he reaches the center of the ring though, spinning to face Wheeler and reversing the wrist lock onto the Black Cat.

At that moment Jason kicks upwards, knocking Johnny’s hand away from his wrist then charging back first into the cables. He bounces off and comes back in at Kingdom who side steps him, catching hold of his arm then hoisting him into the air with a underhook facebuster.

Jason’s face collides viciously against the canvas, causing him to pop up onto his knees as a winded Kingdom gets to his feet and steps over his shoulders. He sits across the back of Wheeler’s neck then falls forward, using his pelvis to plant Jason face first into the canvas.

Comeau: Some unique face busters by Kingdom!

Susie: I think I saw that last face buster in this Cinemax movie I watched. Only the person who used the move was wearing a nursing outfit, do you think he and Kingdom are the same person?

Mark: I doubt it.

Johnny rolls forward across the canvas after the face buster, slapping the outstretched hand of Orlando who seems eager to get in there. He slips through the ropes while giving his partner a piercing glare, Kingdom shrugging his shoulders upon vacating the ring.

Kingdom: SEE, I can play nicely with others.

This statement causes Orlando to roll his eyes as he turns his sights on Wheeler who is sluggishly sitting up on the canvas. Immediately the World Champion launches himself across the ring with a diving European Uppercut, connecting right to the back of Jason’s head. Wheeler grabs at his neck and rolls around on the canvas, writhing in anguish. There is barely enough time for him to recover before Orlando pounces on him, hooking both of his arms then lifting him from the canvas with a double underhook suplex.

Cruze floats over into the lateral press.

Jason lobs his shoulder from the ring, just barely keeping his team in this confrontation. It’s obvious that his exhaustion from his earlier in ring excursion is catching up with him as Cruze takes him by the hair, dragging him across his knees towards his corner. Orlando reaches out and slaps Kingdom’s shoulder, tagging him back into the encounter much to Johnny’s irritation. Nevertheless he slips through the ropes then pulls himself up the turnbuckle in reverse, standing on the second rope.

Orlando: Let’s test that camaraderie shall we?

Orlando holds Wheeler in an abdominal stretch when Kingdom jumps off the turnbuckle, hitting a fist shot right to Jason’s ribs. The Black Cat hunches forward, gripping at his ribs while a still highly suspicious Orlando slips through the ropes to the apron. Johnny steps behind Wheeler and grabs him around the neck, dropping him with a reverse DDT right onto the raised knee of the Team Leader. The reverse DDT/backbreaker combination inflicts a lot of damage and leaves Wheeler with his spine arched over Kingdom’s knee as he holds him in a dragon sleeper variation.

Comeau: Some surprising team work from the Icon and the Team Leader. It looks less and less likely that these two are going to become unhinged as Dan Douglas had schemed.

Moore: Of course they work good together, they’re both bald. Maybe they should call themselves the Mr. Cleans. Wait, can two Mr. Cleans exist in the same space at the same time?

Mark: This isn’t Timecop, and there’s no Jean Claude Van Damme.

Susie: If there were, I’d be humping his leg right now.

Jason’s back continues to be stretched over Kingdom’s knee as he maintains the modified dragon sleeper. More pressure is applied on the hold yet the defiant Jason wills himself upward, getting both feet firmly planted on the canvas. That’s when Kingdom drops back, lifting the Black Cat into the air and delivering a reverse suplex from the dragon sleeper position. Wheeler is driven chest and stomach first into the canvas at great velocity, causing him to convulse as he curls into a ball.

Riggs crouches in the corner and shakes his head anxiously as he watches this brutality being inflicted on his exhausted partner. His concern escalates as Johnny crawls into the lateral press.

Defiantly the Black Cat kicks out again, refusing to cost his team the Tag Titles. He tries to stand only to have Kingdom grab hold of his wrist, dragging his almost limp body towards the enemy corner where Johnny reaches out for the tag. Orlando goes to slap his hand only for Johnny to pull it back to his chest, shaking his head with a scowl.

Kingdom: No, no, no, make me believe you want it.

Cruze reaches over the ropes and slaps Kingdom on the shoulder, in no mood for his antics as he enters the ring. He immediately and rather viciously kicks Jason to the side of the head, knocking him into a roll across the canvas. Somehow Wheeler gets to his feet only to be slapped hard across the chest with a sternum busting chop that sends him staggering backwards into the corner. He falls against it and Orlando rushes into the diagonal corner, sliding his feet across the canvas like a bull on the verge of a charge.

Moore: Oh no, Orlando preparing for a charge, thank God I’m not wearing red, or my Matador costume.

Comeau: Cruze setting up for something deadly on the dazed Wheeler.

Orlando charges full speed across the ring and goes for a rushing European Uppercut when Jason steps out of the way at the last second. As a result Orlando misses the Uppercut and his body turns, his back hitting the corner hard spine first. Wheeler has rolled to the center of the ring and now cartwheels across it before flipping forward and landing right on Orlando’s shoulders. He is setting up for the hurricarana when Cruze charges out of the corner, looking to counter into a powerbomb. That’s when Jason drops back, flipping Cruze over completely and sending him slamming into the canvas via the hurricarana.

Mark: Huge counter from Wheeler! It’s just what his team needs to stay in this match.

An agitated, aching Wheeler gets to his knees and dives off of them, slapping the hand of an eager Riggs. The Painted Warrior jumps over the ropes and then charges at a rising Orlando, who stands just in time to be caught around the back of the head and dragged down into a sit-out jawbreaker. The Icon swings his arms to remain upright while Riggs rolls backwards onto his feet and then dives through the air with a flying knee strike. It connects right to Orlando’s jaw, taking him down to the canvas as he reaches for his face.

Riggs rises to his feet just as Orlando rolls into the turnbuckle, perching himself back first against it in an incredible dazed state. That’s when Riggs charges in and delivers a high impact knee right into the World Champion’s face, the crowd grimacing over the collision. The Painted Warrior drops into a backwards roll, ending up in the center of the ring before charging forward and delivering yet another high impact knee strike. This one proves to be even more devastating than the last.

These knee strikes leave Orlando incredibly dazed as Riggs backs towards his corner where Wheeler is surprising primed for a tag. Riggs questions rather or not to make the tag but finally reaches out and slaps his hand, bringing his exhausted partner into the match. Wheeler begins to climb the turnbuckle, reaching the top rope when Riggs takes him by the chest and stomach, hoisting him into the air with a gorilla press. He rushes across the ring now and throws Wheeler out of the press position into a back first senton splash, his spine colliding with the seated Cruze in the corner.

Mark: Riggs pelting Wheeler right at their opponent. Jason willing to put his body on the line for the sake of those tag team titles.

Susie: My sisters use to throw me around like that, which is weird since I don’t have sisters.

The crowd is still screaming over that last nasty tag team move as Wheeler rolls back out of the corner, leaving Orlando convulsing. Jason grabs him by the ankles, dragging him out of the corner then flipping forward into a jackknife cover.

Kingdom enters the ring and stomps at Jason’s stomach, breaking up the pinfall. He then scampers back to his corner, slipping through the ropes to the apron and grabbing the tag rope, pointing to it and acting innocent as he’s admonished by the official. Jason doesn’t let these antics distract him, promptly getting to his feet and forcing the Icon to a standing base then whipping him into the corner. The World Champion turns, hitting the corner hard back first when Wheeler comes charging forward, jumping into the air and delivering a spinning heel kick to the Icon’s sternum.

All the air is knocked from Orlando’s body while Wheeler flips over the cables, landing on the apron just as the Icon begins to stagger out of the corner. He holds his chest when Jason springs to the top rope and takes flight, soaring through the air then catching Cruze by the back of the head, pulling him down face first into the canvas with a bulldog. The Icon’s face collides hard with the canvas as he now rolls onto his back, Wheeler getting to his feet and approaching his corner, where he slaps Riggs’ hand.

Comeau: Timely tags between the challengers as they continue to work over the World and Tag Team Champion in what has been a very competitive bout thus far.

Moore: Yep, what match are we talking about?

Mark: The one in the ring.

Susie: OH. When did this match start?

Riggs enters the ring and begins to stomp down at Orlando’s prone body repeatedly. He takes him around the jaw, leading him to his knees then delivering a hard kick right across the side of his face. The shot knocks Orlando from his knees to the canvas as Riggs takes him around the legs, dropping back and delivering a slingshot that sends the Icon flying into the corner. He bashes against it sternum first, twisting around and falling into the corner with his back in a very sluggish, incoherent state. Riggs now backs to the center of the ring and slaps his knee yet again to screams from the crowd.

Mark: Another knee strike on tap.

Moore: This is going to be one big ouchie.

Orlando is defenseless as Riggs comes charging in and jumping into the air for the knee strike. At the last possible second Cruze steps out of the way, causing Riggs to land knees first on top of the turnbuckle, Orlando stepping up behind him and wedging his shoulder to his spine. Orlando drags Riggs out of the corner and twists him around into a blue thunder powerbomb to a loud ovation from the crowd.

Mark: Blue Thunder Bomb from Cruze! He desperately needs to make the tag now.

The World Champion gets to his elbows and knees, crawling across the ring in the direction of his corner where Johnny is eager for the tag. Wheeler is shouting towards his partner, imploring him to get up which is exactly what Riggs is trying to do. Orlando is on the verge of making the tag when Riggs falls to his side, taking him around the neck with a side headlock. He keeps the double Champ from tagging out as Orlando begins to stand, still being held in the side headlock. That’s when he buries his shoulder yet again to Riggs’ spine, lifting him up into the air for a back drop. However, Riggs floats over, landing on his feet behind the Icon who quickly rushes forward and slaps Kingdom’s palm.

Johnny shows amazing speed by rushing across the ring and taking Riggs down with a big spinning back elbow. The quick Kingdom turns in time to spot Wheeler jumping over the ropes, speeding towards him an accelerate rate. Kingdom dives into the air though and connects with a spinning back kick to Jason’s sternum, taking him down to the canvas.

Mark: Orlando making the tag and Kingdom is in there like a house on fire.

Moore: A house on fire? I think someone should notify the proper authorities. Quick, how do you call 911?

Johnny turns towards an inbound Riggs, ducking his attempted forearm and catching him around the neck. To screams from the crowd Riggs is pulled around from the reverse neckbreaker position into a face buster right across Kingdom’s knee. The vicious face first collision causes Riggs to stand up straight holding his jaw only to be taken down with a thrust kick from the Team Leader. This strike knocks Riggs to the canvas, sending him rolling to the outside of the ring as Johnny turns towards Wheeler who comes rushing in and diving into the air with a spinning heel kick. Kingdom ducks the kick and rushes forward, throwing himself over the ropes into a huge senton that sends him crashing down on top of Riggs.

Moore: Is Johnny SUPERMAN!?!

Comeau: The Team Leader flinging himself over the ropes in an uncharacteristic manner and landing right on top of Riggs. All four of these men have that innate ability to adapt to their opponent’s wrestling style as personified by that deadly dive.

The fans are still reeling from that dive, cheering loudly as both Kingdom and Riggs lay strewn across the outside mats. An aching Orlando makes his way towards both men, taking Riggs by the hair then forcing him to his feet where he blasts him across the jaw with a forearm. Neither he nor the standing Kingdom are aware that Wheeler is rushing across the ring jumping to the top rope. He springs off into a 450 splash that sends him crashing down on top of both the Tag Team Champions.

Fans: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!!

Everyone in attendance is going nuts as all four men now lay on the outside mats.

Moore: Now Wheeler is SUPERMAN, can there be two Supermans?

Comeau: Not unless one of them is Bizarro.

The excited Manhattan Center crowd slaps the barricade as Johnny crawls out of the pile of bodies towards the ring, falling against the apron then scaling up on top of it. His battered body rolls to the inside of the ring as Jason crawls out of the crumbled mess of humanity at ringside, going after the Team Leader. Johnny stands up in the ring then turns towards Wheeler on the apron, storming towards him only to walk right into a shoulder to his ribs. The impact doubles Kingdom forward as Jason flips over the top rope, right over Johnny’s back. He lands on his feet behind Kingdom then rushes towards the opposite cables, bouncing off and coming back in at the Team Leader.

Johnny bends forward for a back drop right as Wheeler places his hands to his shoulder. The Team Leader stands as Wheeler floats over, landing on his feet behind him then wedges his shoulders to Johnny’s back. He uses all of his strength to lift Johnny up into the air for the reverse death valley driver when his crafty opponent shifts his weight. He twists his body and comes down right in front of Jason, wrapping his arm around his neck and hoisting him into the air for the Exodus Finale.

Comeau: Kingdom going for his brainbuster DDT!

Moore: I’m guessing that’s not good for Superman number two?

Just before Kingdom can connect Riggs enters the ring and flies forward driving his head right into Johnny’s ribs. This blow doubles Kingdom over right as Wheeler counters the brainbuster into a brutal DDT. Johnny’s head slams against the canvas, causing his body to spring from the ring like a slinky. The Team Leader comes down onto his back right as Riggs turns his spine towards him, lunging into the air with a standing moonsault. He crashes down right on top of Kingdom and hooks his leg.

Comeau: NEW CHAMPS!

NO! Kingdom barely lobs his shoulder from the canvas before the three count could be made. A flustered Riggs and Wheeler get to their feet, stepping to both sides of Johnny and beginning to rain down on him with stomp after stomp.

Moore: This match is still going? Don’t we get a tea break or something?

Comeau: This isn’t England, Susie. I thought for sure we had new Tag Team Champions there for a second after that vicious combination from Riggs and Wheeler.

A stunned Riggs grabs Kingdom by the head and pulls it under his seat, lifting him into the air for the cradle piledriver. The fans stand in preparation for the Last Rites just as Wheeler slips through the ropes to the apron then springs to the top one. They are on the verge of hitting a spike Cradle Piledriver when Orlando shoves Jason off the top rope at the last second. Wheeler flips over and crashes spine first hard into the canvas as Kingdom is on the verge of being lifted into the Cradle Piledriver regardless. That’s when Johnny stands, Riggs hanging over his back. He now drops to his knees, causing the challenger to be spiked right on top of his head as he hangs upside down.

The crowd is shocked by this head first collision with the canvas while Johnny stands up, his opponent still hanging over his back and shoulders. He spins in a quick circle then delivers a violent Alabama slam, driving Riggs hard into the canvas. Kingdom falls into the cover with the crowd screaming.

To the disbelief of the Tag Champs, Riggs launches his shoulder from the ring.

Comeau: Now Riggs has kicked out even after that disturbing combination from Kingdom.

Moore: Those moves looked fun.

An exasperated Kingdom grabs hold of Riggs’ leg, lifting it up into the air and sending him rolling in reverse onto his feet. He is still crouched forward as Johnny slaps on a front chancery, going for the Exodus Finale. This time it’s Wheeler who comes to his partner’s rescue, connecting with a step up enzugari right to the back of Kingdom’s head. The kick is very stiff, leaving Johnny very disorientated as he tumbles to the ring. Jason just begins to get to his feet when he spots Orlando entering the ring. He now does a headstand, flipping forward out of it and going for a lariat on the Icon only to be caught against Cruze’s shoulder and spun around into a spinebuster.

Jason arches his back and roars in pain while Cruze stands up, turning towards a disorientated Riggs who catches him under the jaw with a grazing superkick. The strike isn’t enough to take Orlando off of his feet but does knock him backwards into the ropes. He bounces off and comes staggering back towards Riggs who catches him around the head, going for a sit-out jawbreaker. Orlando pushes him off at the last second though, causing Riggs to go into a spin, ending up facing the Icon yet again and prompting him to charge in for a lariat. Cruze catches him across the chest and hoists him into the air, connecting with the Rock Bottom to screams from the crowd.

Comeau: ROCK BOTTOM by Orlando, perhaps permanently putting out Riggs for the three count finally.

Moore: There were a lot of “Ps” in that sentence. Man Mark, now I have to go to the bathroom.

Mark: Uhhh, sorry?

Orlando has the leg hooked for the win as the official makes the count to loud screams.

The Tag Team Champions have retained their belts…WAIT, Riggs has got his shoulder from the canvas. Everyone is on their feet screaming over that last kick out, which was achieved just seconds before the final count.

Mark: Riggs shocking us all with a huge kick out keeping his team alive.

Moore: Is Wheeler getting another champion out from under the ring?

A table is slipped from under the squared circle and set up on the outside mats by none other than Wheeler himself. The fans find themselves shocked to see Jason bringing out the wood, making this title match all the more dangerous. Inside of the ring Kingdom has grabbed Riggs by the hair, dragging him up to his feet then delivering a vicious European Uppercut that sends him staggering towards a rising Kingdom. Johnny now delivers a hard forearm to his face, knocking Riggs backwards in the direction of Orlando.

He slowly begins to turn, unaware that Orlando is spinning towards him into a roaring European Uppercut. Right before his bicep can shatter Riggs’ jaw, Jason Wheeler pushes his partner out of the way and stepping into the line of fire. He is almost beheaded by the roaring European Uppercut as Riggs staggers forward into the ropes, falling against them for support.

Comeau: Wheeler stepping into the roaring Euro uppercut and sacrificing himself for Riggs. If Riggs wanted to see sacrifice he just got it.

Moore: I’ve seen Sacrifice, it wasn’t very good, the TerrorDome scared me.

Riggs bounces off of the ropes, staggering towards Orlando, who rushes in for a bionic elbow. Riggs ducks it and lunges into the air, connecting heels first with Kingdom’s sternum, who was standing behind his partner’s back. The spinning heel kick knocks Johnny down hard to the canvas while Riggs stands up behind Orlando.

Wheeler is climbing up onto the apron staring down at the table he set up just a few moments ago, trying to regain his senses after that devastating Uppercut. The Icon turns and charges towards the upright Riggs only to be scooped up onto his shoulder, the challenger on the verge of hitting his version of the Michinoku Driver. Orlando slips off of his shoulder though and lands behind his back.

Riggs spins around with urgency and steps in for the superkick. However, Orlando ducks it, causing his boot to fly over the ropes and drill Wheeler right to the jaw. The shot renders Jason unconscious as he tumbles slowly from the apron and through the table at ringside.

Comeau: Ohhh, Riggs just accidentally superkicked Wheeler right off of the apron through that table.

Moore: It was on purpose, it was on purpose right, I’m suppose to be the one who stirs the pot and causes paranoia. I’m the sassy one right?

Wheeler is completely laid out amongst the broken chunks of wood while Riggs stares down at him in shock. Despite his disbelief he spins around turns towards an inbound Cruze. He lifts his leg into the air though, trying to meet his inbound opponent with a spinning heel kick only to have the Icon duck under it. Orlando crouches behind Riggs with his hands on his knees, the Painted Warrior turning around and walking right into position for the Rock Bottom. Before Cruze can connect Riggs back elbows him right to the skull and then knees him to the gut, doubling him over.

Riggs now rushes into the ropes in front of the stooped over Icon, springing to the second rope and taking flight. He twists around in mid-air looking for the Tidal Wave kick only to have Cruze duck out of the way. As a result Riggs crashes into the canvas but rolls across it right onto his feet.

Comeau: Riggs blocking the Rock Bottom and Orlando ducking the Tidal Wave, these two are just going back and forth in this incredible tag title bout.

Riggs rolls right to his feet as Orlando gets to his knees in front of him, turning to face his opposition. That’s when Riggs charges right at him, diving forward into the shinning wizard. Cruze ducks his head forward, avoiding the kick as Riggs lands on his feet behind him and continues forward into the cables. He bounces off of them and comes back in at Orlando who catches him across the chest, hoisting him into a Rock Bottom.

Comeau: A second Rock Bottom by Cruze.

Moore: That means he’s already hit three of them.

Mark: Two actually, but will that be enough?

Orlando hooks Riggs’ legs in his exhausted condition as the referee makes the count. Wheeler is unable to intervene as he remains spread across the broken table chunks.

A mixed ovation rips throughout the Manhattan Center as Johnny Kingdom and Orlando Cruze have yet again retained the Tag Team Titles in another exciting, climatic encounter.

Comeau: I can’t believe it, they’ve retained the titles yet again in what was a fantastic bout here tonight.

Moore: The bald guys are still champs? How sad for Riggs and Wheeler, they like came so close and junk.

Mark: Thank you for your expert analysis of the match, Susie.

The fans are giving a standing ovation to all four athletes involved in this bout as Orlando slowly rises to his feet. He sluggishly gets up with sweat seeping from his frame before turning his eyes towards his partner. Kingdom is standing in the corner, holding both of the Tag Team title belts. Shockingly Johnny steps out of the corner and respectfully extends Cruze’s belt towards him. The Icon glares down into the title suspiciously.

Comeau: A rare moment here with Johnny Kingdom showing his respect to Orlando of all people.

Moore: Oh goodie, they’re getting along again, usually their relationship is more shaky than the Gilmore Girls.

Orlando finally reaches out and takes his Tag Title belt out of Kingdom’s hand, thrusting it over his shoulder. The two grizzled veterans continue to overlook each other awkwardly as Johnny now extends his opened palm. This receives a loud ovation, but the crowd waits to see if Orlando will reciprocate. Finally he slaps his palm into Johnny’s to a huge ovation, the partner’s shaking hands. That’s when Kingdom pulls him forward into a front chancery, looking to deliver the Exodus Finale.

Comeau: WAIT!

Just then Pat Evans steps up behind Kingdom, hooking his arm from behind and lifting him into the Spinal Tap right across his knee. The crowd is screaming as Orlando stands up straight in his shocked state, turning right in time to be smacked between the eyes with his very own World Championship belt. The fans find themselves absolutely repulsed at the sight of Christian Savior standing over the laid out Orlando, holding the World title high above his head.

Mark: Things were about to break down between the Tag Team Champions but the Conspiracy jumping them yet again. This is absolutely sickening.

Moore: It’s sicker than Kristen Dunst’s teeth.

On the outside of the ring Dan Douglas’ private security force, adorned in full riot gear are stomping away at the laid out Wheeler. Some of them have slipped into the ring and are using their batons to pin Riggs down to the canvas. They lay into him with stomps as well while Evans slugs the aching Kingdom to his forehead over and over again. Christian now stands over Cruze, bending forward and lifting the World Championship into the air.

Savior: See THIS Cruze? I’m willing to spill plenty of blood for it, I’m not WEAK like you.

Christian points with a shaking finger into the semi-conscious features of Orlando while Douglas watches on approvingly. All of the Conspiracy’s biggest enemies find themselves helpless to fend off this attack after exhausting themselves in that brutal tag title defense.

Mark: This must have been what the Conspiracy was planning all along, their enemies have worn themselves out in competition against each other, leaving them defenseless.

The private security force continue to assault Wheeler and Riggs while Savior and Evans stand over the bodies of the Tag Team Champions. Douglas steps between Evans and Savior, patting them gently on their backs.

Dan: This is just the revolution we were talking about…if you stand against us then your destined for….

GOTCHA!

The arena lights suddenly dim and to a huge, area shaking reaction Blood for Blood by Machine Head hits the PA system. The shocked face of Douglas turns towards the entry way, his eyes bugging out of his skull.

Comeau: Hold on….this can’t be what I think it is.

Moore: Is the Cartel title going to come out here and save everyone?

The fans launch themselves out of their seats and almost fall over the barricades as a familiar giant stomps onto the stage. Everyone is going absolutely nuts at the sight of PSYCHO.

Mark: OH MY GOD, what is he doing HERE!?!

Moore: It’s PSYCHO!

The disturbed behemoth looks out from behind his long black locks and many scars, staring straight into the faces of the Conspiracy and Douglas in the ring. No one can quite believe what they’re seeing as Psycho marches down the ramp straight towards the ring. The riot clad security guards at ringside look up at Douglas, who is gesturing towards the inbound Psycho with urgency. They immediately charge at him, swinging their batons when Psycho meets one to the gut with a boot then clotheslines another down to the ramp. He grabs the man he booted to the gut and throws him into the crowd before continuing towards the squared circle.

Mark: Psycho is coming for the Conspiracy!

Susie: And not even those robocops at ringside could stop him.

Another of Douglas’ private security force rushes at Psycho, swinging his nightstick straight at his head only for it to be caught within the massive palms of the scarred icon. He takes the stick out of the unfortunate gentleman’s hand and almost breaks it right over his helmeted skull. The guard tumbles to the mats while Psycho climbs up onto the apron, the Conspiracy so distracted they have no idea that Riggs, Orlando and Kingdom are getting to their feet.

Savior and Evans turn around when they are met with punches and chops from both Kingdom and Cruze. The Team Leader and the Icon then simultaneously lunge into the air, connecting with dropkicks to the sternums of Christian and Evans. The two Conspiracy members tumble to the ring and quickly roll out of it to avoid any more damage while Douglas watches all of this in disbelief. He is shaking his head in shock before he looks up into the cold eyes of the Tag Team Champions.

Comeau: Douglas has found himself in a really bad place.

Moore: There’s nobody to protect him this time, not even his mommy, or his imaginary friends.

Douglas turns and tries to bolt out of the ring when Riggs jumps in front of him, holding his battered spine but still proving to be too much of a threat for Dan to tangle with. Douglas backs up pleading off before he hits spine first into the chest of the returning Psycho. Fear overwhelms the IWC President who with quivering lips turns to look up into the sadistic, brazen eyes of the IWC legend. Without hesitation Psycho reaches down and grabs Douglas by his jacket, trying to drag him forward so he can take him by the neck. However, Douglas falls to his seat, slipping out of his coat in the process then rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring.

Comeau: Douglas saving himself.

Moore: But he left behind that defenseless jacket.

Psycho turns and blows his nose on Douglas’ coat before flinging it down to the ring. He then steps forward and pats Riggs reassuringly on the shoulder before pointing straight up the ramp at the cowering IWC President. Kingdom and Orlando have abandoned their mutual hatred for one another as they step towards the ropes, almost pointing over the ropes at the Conspiracy members. Christian backs up the ramp with the World title belt still draped over his forearm, placing it to the side of his face, clinging to it tightly as he laughs diabolically.

Mark: What an astonishing moment here in the IWC, Psycho has returned to the IWC, has come to Riggs’ aid and he apparently has his sights set on the Conspiracy.

Moore: All of this right before the Overbooked Extravaganza. I smell increased buyrates, whatever those are.

Cruze stares down the man who has stolen his World title belt as Christian continues to back up the ramp, coveting the strap. Riggs stares down remorsefully as Wheeler who remains unconscious amongst the broken chunks of wood. The final image is the camera zooming on the ravenous, intense eyes of Psycho.