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RIOT!

NUMBER ONE

For the second straight week in a row there are no pyrotechnics to dazzle the crowd, and there is no standard opening banter between Mark Comeau and Susie Moore. Instead the Sacrament immediately hits the PA system, resulting in a very loud mixed reaction from the sold out Manhattan Center crowd. Almost immediately the curtains are pulled open and both Psycho and Riggs storm to the stage. The two angered individuals overlook the screaming fans before blazing a path straight towards the ring.

Mark Comeau: Hello everyone, welcome to Riot! and apparently we’re getting straight to the action because here comes Riggs and Psycho, two men who have made it their mission to SAVE the IWC.

Susie Moore: From what? Ninjas? They’re easy to beat, they only attack one at a time.

Comeau: Actually I think they want to save it from anyone who has been disrespecting the legacy of the IWC.

The fans are still enthused as Riggs and Psycho spend no time pandering to them and instead enter the squared circle through the ropes. Without hesitation Psycho strolls across the ring and demands a microphone, which Kailey Worf graciously bestows upon him. His angered, snarling features now turn towards the entry way.

Psycho: CHRISTIAN SAVIOR! I’m sick of seeing that World title around your waist, I’m sick of you disgracing this company as the Heavyweight Champion, and I’m appalled by your existence PERIOD.

A loud outburst is heard from the crowd, everyone getting behind Psycho’s spiel at this point.

Psycho: So I’m not going to wait around all night, I want you in this ring RIGHT NOW!

There’s another loud reaction from the crowd.

Psycho: And I could give two shits about who’s named number one contender because I’ll be taking that World Championship away from you one way or another this very second. I’m not going to start from the bottom to SAVE this company, I’m going to kill the serpent by cleaving its head. The only way to redeem this federation is to take that belt off of you, END your career, and then concentrate on removing Douglas from his throne of power.

The fans release loud applause over this declaration from Psycho as Riggs now steps in taking the microphone. He points to the stage with determination shining in his intense eyes.

Riggs: We’ve sat around long enough watching the Conspiracy and guys like Jason Wheeler ruin a company we’ve fully devoted ourselves too. So we’re not sitting on our hands any longer, we want you out here Christian, and we want you now. Stop hiding behind Douglas’ skirt and bring yourself to this ring so that the revolution these people have been clamoring to see can officially begin.

Comeau: Strong words from Riggs and Psycho.

Moore: I like revolutions, especially ones starring Mel Gibson.

Riggs and Psycho take deep, furious breathes as the painted warrior progresses.

Riggs: It’s time for Psycho and I to reclaim that World Championship on behalf of the IWC, and unlike certain “Icons” we won’t fail, we won’t be swerved, our dedication will not waver, we will not fight this war for our own selfish needs, we will SAVE the ti….

“You Know My Name” blasts through the PA system suddenly, resulting in an even louder ovation from the crowd. All those packed in the Manhattan Center begin jumping from their seats excitedly as Orlando Cruze strolls rather stoically onto the stage. Unlike on previous occasions he shows no confidence, there is no pep in his step, there is no emotion at all.

Comeau: Things starting to heat up.

Moore: But it’s only 67 degrees in here.

The Icon steps down the stage slowly and stops half way down, lifting a microphone to his lips as Riggs and Psycho watch angrily.

Orlando Cruze: I’ve just got one thing to say to you hypocritical sons of bitches….

Psycho’s eyes become ravenous as Riggs palms his chest, keeping him from assaulting Orlando.

Orlando: It’s really easy to talk the talk, but not so simple to practice what you preach. You guys talk about honoring this company, about bringing respect back to this industry, then you turn around and interfere in main events when Jason Wheeler was on the verge of restoring credibility to the N.H.B Championship? And then you go further by disrespecting everyone who has been fighting the good fight while you Psycho, were sitting on your ass sipping margaritas.

He points at the big man who is fuming.

Cruze: And you Riggs were complacent to sit back allowing the Conspiracy to drop offerings at your feet until it inconvenienced you.

Riggs shakes his head slowly and dramatically.

Cruze: So don’t let me hear you guys questioning my determination, and claiming that I’m a failure. I’d rather fail than not fight at all, or only fight when it became convenient to my schedule.

Another loud reaction is heard from the crowd as Riggs and Psycho actually find themselves laughing.

Orlando: And sure my focus may have been elsewhere as of late, sure my motivation may have been crushed by the screw job pulled at the Overbooked Extravaganza, but I’m not giving up, I’m not yet ready to throw in the towel. I’ll go on and get swerved time and time again if necessary, because I’m not giving up until that title is off of Savior’s waist and Douglas is out of the front office!

A standing ovation is given to the Icon while Psycho and Riggs look unconvinced.

Cruze: I’ve been warring with the Conspiracy since their creation, since their…

“The End of All Time” suddenly interrupts Orlando in the middle of his highly moving speech. These tunes prompt the arrival of one Jason Wheeler, who receives a rousing response from the crowd. The N.H.B Championship adorns his fit waist while he stutters steps onto the stage and overlooks the trio of bickering stars. Oddly enough he’s dressed up in a Snake Pliskin costume.

Moore: Oh my God, one of my lawn gnombs came to life!

Mark: Actually that’s new N.H.B Champion Jason Wheeler. Things continuing to get more chaotic out here with every passing second on this spooktacular event.

A massive pop is heard for the Black Cat who forces a smile and tilts his head towards Orlando.

Jason Wheeler: Wow Orlando, just wow, your speech moved me so much that it made me want to grow a vagina, but I don’t need you to take up for me.

Orlando smirks slightly.

Orlando: Yeah, but you did need me to help you win that title now didn’t you?

Jason: I wouldn’t have if it hadn’t been for those glory hogs in the ring. And yes, Psycho, I have seen your curly tail.

Psycho is once again restrained by Riggs, who mouths the words “in due time.”

Wheeler: But regardless of what happened last week I did pin Christian Savior, and as thus I should logically be the number one contender.

Psycho: No, just no, we’re not going to let a showboating, ego maniacal, self absorbed reject like you half ass it in a world title match and fail to bring the belt back to the IWC.

Wheeler is amused by this comments.

Wheeler: Listen here extra crispy….

Psycho grumbles under his breath due to this shot at his burned features.

Jason: I have Christian’s number and I’ve been fighting him, along with the rest of the Conspiracy for months. You want to talk about half-assing it? That involves someone who returns only when they can hog the spotlight, not someone who’s been putting in all his effort to rid this company of the Conspiracy.

Psycho: That’s ridiculous Jason. Besides you didn’t willingly take on this fight, you were forced into it when Savior speared your flamboyant ass.

Jason: It doesn’t matter how I got involved in this war, it’s inconsequential to the number one contendership, what matters is that Christian Savior can’t beat me. I’m the only one who has overcome everything Savior has thrown at him, I’m the one man who can win that World Heavyweight Championshi…..

Jesus this has turned into one big clusterfuck…

Jason now finds himself the one being rudely interrupted as through the crowd emerges Johnny Kingdom. The Team Leader is embraced properly by all the fans gathered around him, who are overwhelmed by his presence and his close proximity to them. Orlando sighs at the sight of his tag team partner as Johnny steps up onto a chair to make sure everyone can see him over the droves of humanity.

Johnny Kingdom: Can someone please explain to me how this pointless bickering is solving any problems? It’s pretty obvious that we all want the same thing, yet your all being selfish in regards to how we obtain it. Therefore, I think that if you all want to be noble and intelligent you should step aside and let someone who will actually win the title face Christian Savior.

Orlando: And let me guess, that man is you?

Johnny: If the shoe fits. I mean, I have pinned Christian Savior before, and technically I am the REAL World Champion….

Jason: Yes Kingdom, and you are REALLY boring.

Kingdom acts stunned as he stares up to the stage.

Kingdom: Wow Wheeler, when did you get here?

A mixed reaction is heard from the crowd as Wheeler looks towards the rafters shaking his head.

Johnny: Now let’s be realistic here people. You need someone who is a master of swerves, backstabbing and treachery to go up against Christian Savior. You need the greatest World Champion in history to beat Savior for that title and to take it from him TONIGHT. So do the smart thing and step aside, realize how worthless you are, just like Orlando has….and nominate me as the new number one contender.

Cruze slips his hand down his face on the verge of providing a response but is unable to get a word in edgewise.

NYAH!!

All attention regrettably shifts to one of the many balconies in the Manhattan Center where Hellkat is standing. Much like the remainder of the stars out here she gets quite the ovation. Seated beside her in the balcony is Desolation, who is loaded on a wheelchair, clapping his hands in a very retarded fashion.

Wheeler: Great, who let the cat in, she’s not even house trained.

Hellkat: Oh shush Wheeler, you’re so unfunny you make Dave Coulier look like George Carlin. Now go back to your dressing room and finish watching your gladiator movies because the Hellkitty has something important to say.

Psycho: I guess there really is a first time for everything.

Hellkat sticks her tongue out at Psycho before progressing.

Hellkat: I want to make it clear that none of you, especially Johnny Kingdom, deserve any type of World title match. Besides the fact that you all bore me to tears I have other reasons for my stunningly accurate feline logic. Like half of the world’s population, I’ve beaten Savior….

Orlando: Once again thanks to me.

Helkat: No one should thank you for anything Orlando, except for being the catalyst behind the creation of Rogaine. You don’t deserve a title match because Savior beat you, Kingdom shouldn’t be number one contender because he beats up on the handicap as well as associates with mischievous title belts.

Attention shifts to Desolation who is now drooling.

Hellkat: And the rest of you are just so God awful you’d think you were the fecal matter I deposit in my kitty litter. If anyone deserves to be number one contender, and if anyone can beat that DREADFUL Savior, it’s me, the kitty queen!

Cruze: Ridiculous!

Wheeler: Just like your month long title reigns.

Psycho: I’m facing Savior tonight and winning that title!

Kingdom: RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE!

Dan Douglas: Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen…PLEASE.

The back and forth banter finally concludes as all attention shifts to one Dan Douglas positioned on the titontron. He resides in his office seated behind a desk with both Submission Champion Pat Evans and World Champion Christian Savior seated on the corners, proudly displaying their gold.

Douglas: Stop the campaigning, stop the arguing, it’s meaningless. The only one who has any say in regards to the number one contendership is ME.

The reaction from the crowd drastically changes to boos while Christian smirks widely, realizing Douglas has his best interest in mind.

Dan: And I’ve already made up my mind. Not to rip off Conner McCloud but there can be only one challenger for the championship and that man is you…..RIGGS.

The fans voice their shock as Riggs displays his own through his physical reaction. His eyes blink awkwardly as he stares towards the titontron.

Douglas: You’re the one who betrayed my trust, you’re the man who double crossed the Conspiracy and have yet to truly suffer for you’re actions. But that’s going to change at Extinction when Christian Savior permanently puts you on the shelf, destroys your hopes and dreams then ends your revolution.

Orlando, Kingdom, Wheeler, Hellkat and Psycho are all shaking their heads, not taking very kindly to this statement. Douglas’ words only make Riggs all the more motivated.

Douglas: Riggs you will finally be taught the error of your misguided ways, and as for the rest of you, here’s the major announcement I was going to make.

All eyes are focused on the titontron.

Dan: You’re all SHIT OUT OF LUCK! Because none of you will EVER receive a World title shot AGAIN! HAPPY HALLOWEEN.

Laughter emanates from Savior, Evans and Douglas as the titontron goes black, all the competitors gathered inside and around the ring look less than happy over this revelation. Riggs is the only man who still appears motivated and enthused as he now finds himself on the cusp of perhaps his biggest IWC match.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

MAX CRAVEN VS. DAVID FREAK

The crowd erupts as the sounds of Aurora Rose’s entrance music blast through the PA system. The curtains immediately part and out strolls Aurora with David Freak following behind. Oddly Freak is wearing the bottom half to a horse costume, while Aurora is dressed up as Cher. This seems to be the cause of great irritation for Freak.

David: I thought that we settled on a horse, not Sonny and Cher. Your making us look like fools!

Aurora: You’re the one who looks like a fool, I on the other hand look fabulous.

Freak: Your disgracing the Freak family name!

Despite their costume confusion and bickering they make their way to the ring.

Susie: Aurora looks great as Mortisha Adams.

Comeau: Actually she seems to be dressed up as Cher and obviously Freak was suppose to be Sonny. These two just can’t agree on anything.

Freak climbs up to the apron continuing to argue with Aurora and to wear the suspender supported lower half of a horse costume. Aurora acts indifferent to his anger as David slips into the ring, bad mouthing her under his breath.

David: There goes our chances of winning the Halloween contest.

The house lights melt down to black as a major-key alto-soprano Gregorian chant begins...but instead of an actual Gregorian chant, they talk-sing the following...

I-RA-TUUUUS...ANTI MAAAAACHINAAAAAA...DEEEEEUUUUUS...EEEEEX MAAAAACHINAAAAA...IN MAX WE TRUUUUUUST...AT THE CHUUUUUURRRRRCH...OF HOT ADDIIIIIIIICTIONNNNNN...

It cross-fades into "Church of Hot Addiction" by Cobra Starship, and the lights begin flashing green, gold, white, and black. The Cartel-Tron, meanwhile, shows green code raining down on a black background, forming words and phrases to match the chants. A black-with-green-trim-robed figure emerges from the back as the music gets to the first verse.

Just let me ask you--"HEY..."

He is accompanied by another robed figure, quite a bit smaller, and her hood is lowered, revealing Mercy Heaven. They reach the center of the stage.

"...Have you heard of my RELIGION??"

They pause and lower their heads as Mercy goes behind the robed figure.

"It's called the 'Church of Hot Addiction', and we believe that God has lust for ev-er-y-thin'...cuz NOW..."

The robed figure thrusts his arms out and the robe suddenly "flies" off his body into Mercy's hands, accompanied by outward-shooting pyros from either side of the ramp, revealing a grinning MAX in the middle of the spark-storm.

"...The time has come for your DEVOTION...and you already got the NOTION...of what I need; so give it, just give it, just give it to me...(you're will-ing, I'm wait-ing...turn out the lights!)"

The lights melt down during that line, then they begin flashing even faster on the next line as MAX runs to the ring at medium speed, Mercy walking to the backstage area with the robes in hand. He slides in under the bottom rope and humps his way back up to his feet.

"To-NIIIIIIIGHT...I am the drug you can't deny! To-NIIIIIIIGHT...G-A-B-E gonna get you high...my light is ELECTRIC..."

He climbs the near corner and crosses his arms over his head, mouthing the words "TWO WORDS!", but they can't be heard over the crowd and the music.

"HEY HEY HEY! My light is ELECTRIC, yeah...HEY HEY HEY! My light is ELECTRIC...HEY HEY HEY! My light is ELECTRIC, yeah...HEY HEY HEY! My light is ELECTRIC!"

MAX hops down from the 2nd rope, spinning around and spinning grandiosely (with arms thrust out) to the center of the ring, where David Freak is standing. They immediately go eye to eye as Max back peddles, as if he just smacked into a brick wall. Freak isn’t impressed by any of Craven’s antics.

Comeau: Max Craven yet again squaring off against the couple he tricked into marriage several weeks ago. His issues with Aurora have been long standing and now he’s gotten on Freak’s bad side as well.

Moore: I don’t have a bad side, I’m bisymmetrically beautiful.

David points across the ring at Craven shouting obscenities and warnings while Max just stands back chuckling. The bell finally sounds and David gallops towards Craven, throwing a wild punch. Craven ducks it and steps behind David who turns into a hard back heel kick to the ribs.

Freak is doubled over from the impact while Craven rushes into the ropes at his opponent’s side. He bounces off and comes back in at the bent forward Freak, going for a knee strike directly to his face.

As Craven steps in front of him, David sweeps his legs out from under his body. Max crashes to his back and David takes him by the arm, trying to drag him back up to his feet. Craven shockingly performs a makeshift spinarooni then slips between Freak’s legs, David continuing to grasp him by the wrist.

Max now stands up behind Freak, pulling his forearm up into his crotch then hooking his arm. This leaves his mid-section entirely exposed, prompting Craven to begin lobbing vicious knee strikes directly into his opponent’s ribs.

Mark: Some fast paced action here thus far between these two X-Class athletes, Max now resorting to those lethal knees to the ribs to soften up Freak.

Susie: He’s a big softy, just like the State Puff Marshmallow Man.

An abnormally aggressive Max throws another knee towards David’s ribs only for Freak to break one of his arms free and catch his opposition by the leg. He delivers a quick dragon screw leg whip, bringing Craven down to the canvas forcefully.

Aurora is too busy styling her Cher wig to notice the action in the ring. Freak stands up and continues to hold Craven’s leg before dropping back into a DDT. Craven’s heel is driven hard into the canvas, causing him to sit up reaching for his knee.

David rolls backwards to his feet, charging towards the cables, somewhat impeded by his lower attire. He bounces from the ropes and charges at Max, throwing himself into a senton against Craven’s chest. Both men collapse to the canvas rather forcefully as David immediately leans back into the cover, hooking Max’s assaulted leg.

Max hooks Freak’s arm from behind and wraps his legs around the other one, pulling him over into a crucifix pin.

David kicks out and in the same fluid motion takes hold of Craven’s targeted leg, pulling him over to his stomach and stepping over his back with the Boston Crav.

Mark: Freak transitioning beautifully from the crucifix pin into the single leg Boston Crab.

Susie: Boston crabs only have one leg? Why is Susan Sarandon hosting a heart touching documentary about these poor crustaceans?

Craven pushes himself up onto his palms, gritting his teeth and defiantly pulling himself towards the ropes. He drags David along behind him before throwing himself into the cables chest first, wrapping his arms around them. Official Princeton informs Freak to break the hold, demanding he do so before he reaches a count of five.

David breaks the hold and steps forward across the canvas, Craven beginning to stand up with the use of the cables. His leg seems to be in horrid pain as he sluggishly turns around. A snide Freak bends over behind Craven and kicks his hooves across the canvas.

Finally Max spins around as David palms the ring then delivers a double reverse mule kick. The blow sends Max staggering backwards into the ropes, spilling through them to the apron.

Moore: WOW, OH WOW! There’s a pan in the ring, and not the type that I lick grease off of.

Mark: It’s just David Freak and his horrible costume choice.

Craven sluggishly begins to stand up, dragging himself to his feet on the apron and gripping for his knee in the process. That’s when David rushes into the cables running perpendicular to the ones Craven is on the opposite side of. He jumps to the middle rope and springs off, twisting in mid-air. Freak lobs his arm right into Max’s throat with the clothesline from hell

The impact is so vicious that it sends Craven flipping over backwards and crashing down to the outside mats. This move elicits a few “holy shit” chants from the crowd.

Moore: SNITZENBOTTOM!

Comeau: What a brutal lariat from Freak turning Craven inside out! The animosity between these two is proving to be career threatening.

Aurora finally stops fixing her hair long enough to run up behind the slowly rising Craven, taking him by the back of the head. Max is unable to mount a defense as he’s rolled into the ring and sluggishly starts to stand. He is in a crouched position when Freak flips over his head, taking him around the head and pulling him down into a flip over swinging neckbreaker.

Craven sits up on the canvas, looking incredibly disorientated as Freak swoops in behind him. He quickly takes Max around the neck in a dragon sleeper then bridges him up to his feet before twisting around into a spinning diamond cutter. Craven is driven viciously face first into the ring before rolling to his back, David crawling into the cover yet again.

Max kicks out to a loud eruption from the crowd. A somewhat perplexed Freak rolls to his knees, looking up at the official and threatening to mule kick. He finally stands Craven up and takes him around the leg, folding it in half then lifting him up into the air. Craven’s dropped shin first right into the raised knee of Freak and then permitted to tumble to his back in an already exhausted heap.

Freak grabs hold of his ankle and drops elbow first right into the back of his knee. The collision sends shockwaves of pain coursing all throughout Max’s leg and his body. He drops to his back swiping his hands over his face and trying to hide his physical agony.

Comeau: Freak working over that leg very efficiently. This takes away any advantage Max may have had in terms of speed.

Susie: Oh, but he’s suppose to be fast, like super, super fast. Like a cheetah, or a midget with little funny legs.

Mark: It’s a wonder your able to breathe on your own.

David takes the point of his elbow and grinds it against the side of Max’s leg, exacerbating his suffrage. He falls to his back, leaving both shoulders pressed to the ring.

Craven sits up and slaps the back of David’s head, then delivers repeated punches to it. This causes David to remove his elbow and stand up, dropping his own leg across Craven’s knee. Max roars with anguish while David swings around to his feet and begins to wrap his opponent’s legs together. He pulls Craven to his chest, placing him in the Texas Cloverleaf.

Mark: Craven escaped the Boston Crab earlier, can he get out of the Texas Cloverleaf?

Susie: Just get Hellkat to loan him one of her Snarfs.

Max’s eyes build with intensity as they lock on the ropes, beginning to drag himself towards them. His body may be battered and his legs in terrible pain but he inches towards the ropes nevertheless. They are just out of his reach as David applies further pressure to the twisted knee.

With one last ditch effort Max lunges for the bottom rope and his hand miraculously clutches it. He holds the ropes as the fans cheer passionately, David being forced to break the hold by Princeton.

Moore: Maxie did it, he reached them lazy cables.

Comeau: The ropes have been reached and Craven has somehow found his escape from the ravenous clutches of this highly motivated Freak.

Craven again uses the ropes to stand when David takes one of his legs out from under him and folds it. He lifts Max into the air, going for the knee breaker but as soon as Freak gets him up to his shoulder level Craven twists around, placing Freak in the front chancery. He now drops back, pulling David violently head first into the canvas with a DDT.

The fans explode while David sits up, looking as if he’s been rendered brain dead by the DDT.

Mark: And another remarkable display of endurance from Craven.

Craven remains sprawled out across his back while Freak lays beside him. Both men agonizingly start to stand up when David slaps his bicep and rushes forward into the clothesline from hell. Craven ducks the inbound arm and hooks it, jumping up into the air.

He twists his body around behind Freak and with his other arm wraps it around David’s throat, pulling him down to the canvas across the back of his head. David forces himself to his feet when Craven lunges through the air, connecting with a forearm smash to his face.

Comeau: And now he’s really building momentum.

Moore: I like to build things out of my discarded pregnancy tests.

Mark: That may be the sickest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

Craven steps towards a recovering Freak, who has just gotten to his knees. He takes him by the wrist, leads Freak to his feet and whips him into the ropes. David somehow reverses the whip and sends Craven into the cables when Max jumps into the air, springing off the middle cable. He twists around, lands on David’s shoulders and snaps back into a hurricarana with the pin.

David kicks out, launching his shoulder from the ring.

Comeau: Craven’s amazing athleticism not enough on this occasion to get him the pinfall, although he came awfully close.

Susie: As close as I came to winning that beauty pageant, before I found out it was only for toddlers.

Max and Freak now charge to their feet as David throws his deadly clothesline from hell. Craven ducks it and hooks the arm, tugging on it to pull David around into a front chancery before dropping back into the DDT. David’s head slams hard against the ring, his entire body standing on top of it before he now falls to his back.

Craven drops down into the lateral press yet again.

To screams from the crowd David kicks out once more. Max stands up an exhausted wreck at this point while Freak starts to get up as well on instinct alone. Just as he gets to his feet Craven tries to connect with a roundhouse kick to his ribs only for Freak to catch his inbound leg. He takes him around the injured knee and smiles before Craven jumps into the air for the enzugari with his free leg.

David ducks it and somehow Craven has the grace to land on his free foot, Freak immediately wedging his shoulder to the still upright Max’s spine. He lifts him up into the air when Craven floats over, landing on his feet behind his back then taking both of his arms.

Craven stands up, holding David upside down in position for the vertibreaker. Unfortunately his knee is in too bad of shape, allowing David to slip free and land behind him. Freak now hooks him around the neck and the leg, dropping back into a bridging Regal suplex.

Craven musters the strength to get his shoulder up, dropping over onto his elbows and knees.

Susie: Look, lookie Ron Jeremy Junior just kicked out again, was that good?

Comeau: For Craven yes, for Freak no.

David stands up and bends forward, placing his hands to his knees in anticipation of his opponent getting up. Craven begins to struggle towards his feet when Freak comes barreling towards him into the clothesline from hell. Somehow Max has the wherewithal to drop into a forward roll, avoiding the deadly strike.

He ends up on his feet behind David who turns right as Craven lunges into the air, landing on his shoulders in a hurricarana position.

That’s when David pushes up on the back of his thighs, sending him into a backwards flip off of his shoulders. Craven lands directly on his feet to the shock of everyone, only momentarily grabbing at his battered kneecap. David falls to a knee due to the push off when Craven rushes forward and jumps over him, catching his neck with the Big Stiffy.

The fans explode as Craven now sits up and then falls sideways into the cover on the laid out Freak.

Comeau: Craven caught Freak out of nowhere with the Big Stiffy!

Susie: I want one of those.

Craven sits up winking in Aurora’s direction as she climbs up onto the apron. Obviously she is repulsed by the way this contest turned out with her long time nemesis securing the victory over her husband. She mumbles obscenities under her breath while Max stands up still reaching for his knee in the process. He shakes the kinks out of his leg while continuing to approach the ropes. The closer he gets the more repulsed Aurora becomes.

Now Aurora slides through the ropes, watching Max leave in clear disgust and outrage. As Max slips through the ropes to the apron a broad crocodile smile extends from one ear to the other.

Comeau: Craven with a shocker of a pinfall over Freak tonight, and he seems to be rubbing it right in Aurora’s face. I can’t believe even after a full year their issues are still going strong.

Moore: Just like milk, it makes you strong too, but you shouldn’t drink it if it’s been in the fridge for a year. I learned that the hard way.

Craven waves goodbye to Aurora as he drops from the apron and starts up the ramp towards the back. Aurora takes a semi-conscious Freak’s head into her arms, watching Max waltz up the ramp with an evil plot inhabiting her eyes.

COSTUME BALL

After the very grueling back and forth confrontation the camera shifts rather abruptly to a large room backstage. A gathering of numerous IWC stars are present partaking in the Halloween celebration. Some unique costumes have been employed for this celebration, such as Phantom being adorned in creatively Phantom of the Opera attire. He stands next to the door, tapping his watch and waiting impatiently, all the while his eyes keep cutting to Porno Lad across the room, who’s back faces the camera.

One can distinguish his identity by the ring gear he is wearing, apparently dressing up as himself for Halloween. He can be spotted even amongst the flashing strobe lights and the fog gathering around them.

Billy Mayne: It was so worth spending my savings on this costume…

The door leading into the room opens as Billy Mayne enters dressed in an Eddie Munster costume, talking on a cellphone with someone.

Mayne: Winning this costume party is just what I need to get back to my old confident sel….

He pauses abruptly with his jaw dropping as a stage hand passes by dressed in the exact same Eddie Munster costume. As Mayne watches him walk by he hangs up his phone and begins dig his teeth into his lower lip.

Billy: SON OF A BITCH!

The pouting former commentator stomps his foot and backs through the doorway, leaving the costume ball. Amongst those also present is Axl Evermore, who is dressed as a boxer. Unfortunately the huge boxing gloves over his hands makes it difficult for him to lift his drink as he makes small talk with Hellkat. Strangely she seems to be dressed up as Orlando Cruze, wearing a bald wig over her hair and a Giant Gonzalez style muscle suit.

Desolation is seated in a wheelchair behind them, his hands slanted downward in front of his chest and a childish smile on his face as he overlooks everyone in their costumes. Another individual is strangely wearing a metal Psycho mask and hanging back in the corner of the room, distant from everyone else.

Hurse: AHEM!

The conversations stop and all the fun seems to immediately be sucked from the room at the sight of Matt Hodges, Robin Brooks and Hurse. They stand just inside the doorway, Hurse wearing a John McCain costume and Robin dressed up as Sarah Palin. Hodges on the other hand is just wearing a nametag which reads “World’s Greatest Wrestler.”

Hurse: Sorry to crash this little shindig but we’re looking for that bastard who raped me with flatulence last week.

Matt Hodges: Where is Porno Lad? AH-HA!

He pounces towards somebody wearing a Star Wars Storm Trooper costume, ripping off their helmet. Beneath the mask is an agitated Crazy Eddie Mitchell. Matt cringes at the sight of him.

Hodges: Yikes.

The mask is placed back on Mitchell’s head, albeit backwards. As a result Crazy Eddie stumbles through the room, reaching out with his palms blindly which land on Robin’s shoulders. They begin to move down lower when Robin swipes them away.

Brooks: Keep your filthy hands away from me!

Hurse: We’re not leaving until we’ve found Porno Lad, and I’ve won the bobbing for apples competition. Now I’ll ask again, WHERE IS HE?

Phantom taps the shoulder of Brooks and points across the room in the direction of Porno Lad, who still has his back to them as he grabs candy from a long table.

Hodges and Hurse grin maniacally as they spot him, now moving across the room towards his backside. They cautiously approach him, passing by an individual wearing a devil costume and mask. Hodges lightly shoves him aside as they inch closer and closer to the distracted Porno Lad.

Now Hurse finds himself mere centimeters removed from the prankster’s back, just dying to avenge what happened to him on the last Riot!

Hurse: You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. I’m going to take great pleasure in giving your ass a thrashing.

OH SHUGA’…

The individual dressed in the Porno Lad costume spends around, revealing himself as Carlos Marquez, the flamboyant resident homosexual.

Carlos: I love it when I hear dirty talk. Thank God I wore lip balm, because it’s time for some smooching. Did you bring protection?

He puckers up and moves towards Hurse, who pulls his head back as far as possible, trying to keep from being kissed. He palms Carlos’ chest, holding him at bay.

Hurse: No, hey, stop it, STOP IT!

Carlos: Ewww, playing hard to get handsome?

He keeps moving in closer for the kiss no matter how much Hurse tries to fight him off.

Hurse: Rape, RAPE!

Finally Hodges steps in shoving Carlos Marquez away from Hurse, who spins around looking furious. He turns right towards the man adorned in the devil costume, who has pulled back his mask to reveal himself as the real Porno Lad.

Hurse: YOU!

He now winks in Hurse’s direction as the Master of Control raises his fist. The bottom end of a smoking trident is rammed into his ribs though, doubling him over as Porno Lad takes off. After Hodges has fought off an inebriated Carlos Marquez, he and Hurse rush after the fleeing PL.

Before they can catch him Porno Lad grabs a bowl of candy corn and throws it on the ground, causing the Matt and Hurse to slip on it. Both men fall to their rear ends as Porno Lad turns to flee the room but finds himself face to face with Brooks in her Palin costume. She goes to throw a right hand that Porno Lad catches, keeping it from connecting.

Porno Lad: Thanks for being the first vice presidential candidate to give me a boner.

Porno Lad now plants a kiss on Robin’s lips as she desperately tries to fight him off. Phantom steps in to save his momma as Porno Lad releases her and takes off out of the dressing room.

Hurse: Get him, STOP HIM!

The enraged Hodges and Hurse assist one another to their feet and take off after Porno Lad. A feint Robin and Phantom also pursue the mischievous prankster down the hallway. As soon as the five individuals have vacated the room all those remaining go on with their usual conversations, acting as if nothing has happened.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

IWC….We condone stair violence

MOMMY ISSUES

The show returns live to an angered crowd, bombarding the massive Phantom with their verbal hatred. The enormous Phantom is no longer wearing the majority of his costume as he angrily storms towards the ring, his ravenous eyes snapping back and forth.

Phantom: Where is he? Where’d he go!?! Where is Porno Lad!?! No one kisses my mommy!

He continues towards the ring keeping a watchful eye out for Porno Lad, the man he wants to rip apart for kissing Robin Brooks backstage.

Mark: This run away train continuing to go off the tracks as Phantom is storming out here looking for Porno Lad after that backstage incident.

Moore: (Singing horribly) Phantom saw mommy kissing Porno Lad under the Christmas tree.

Comeau: Singing it doesn’t make it any more pleasant and any less traumatizing.

The big man pulls himself up onto the apron and then over the ropes, continuing to storm back and forth in an angered manner.

Phantom: You PEOPLE know where he is. I’m gonna find him before Hodges or Hurse can, and then I’M going to pulverize him. He touched my mommy….

Phantom is absolutely fuming, on the verge of blowing a gasket as he looks over the ropes into the crowd, trying to make sure that none of them are harboring Porno Lad. That’s when, much to Phantom’s shock….

WAKE UP

These words blast over the PA system and send the crowd into a frenzy, prepared to feast their eyes on the Team Leader for a second time tonight. Phantom snaps around to face the entry way, his eyes brimming with pure animosity for the man who now strolls through the curtains and has interrupted his search for Porno Lad. The legendary Johnny Kingdom stops on the stage soaking in the ovation he is receiving.

Mark: Oh no, I hope we don’t have another clusterfuck like earlier.

Moore: I pray that we do, that way we can see Hellkat again, and I can try to give her another flea dip.

The fans are still rallied behind the Team Leader as he progresses towards the ring with a microphone in hand and the Cartel Champion, the Cartel Championship belt over his shoulder. He motions for his music to cut out while lifting the mic to his lips and giving Phantom a perplexed stare.

Johnny: You know this really is pathetic.

Phantom’s eyes narrow and his nostrils flare while Kingdom climbs up onto the apron, lifting the mic to his lips.

Kingdom: Normally I don’t stick my nose in situations that don’t involve me…

Comeau: Ha!

Moore: This isn’t fair, Kingdom has the number’s advantage with the Cartel Champion alongside him.

Johnny: But this is just getting TOO ridiculous. Plus since I’m not getting a World title shot I might as well as fill my time ruining everyone else’s lives, especially the lives of the Alpha Generation.

This announcement is met with much praise, Johnny not even hesitating to step get into Phantom’s face. The camera abruptly cuts to a woman in the stands with a concerned heaviness in her eyes, holding up a sign reading “Phantom,” and featuring an arrow pointing down to herself.

Kingdom: I’m having trouble believing your THIS dense Phantom, which is shocking really, because I’ve always thought of you as mildly retarded.

Phantom balls up his fist and takes uneasy breathes.

Johnny: Look at you, running out here to redeem your mother’s honor, which is actually kind of noble. Well, at least it would be if Robin were really your dear old mommy.

The gigantically proportioned goth is shocked by such an accusation, immediately prompting him to shake his head.

Kingdom: Before I kick your ass here tonight Phantom, I just think you should know that you’re being USED. You’re being manipulated Phantom, and deep down inside you know it.

Phantom puts his palms up to his temples as he lowers his head.

Johnny: Robin and Hurse are just using you as an obese bodyguard, that’s it, that’s all you mean to them. Accept what that voice has been repeating in the back of your head. I can see it right now in your eyes and your puffy cheeks, you know what I’m saying is true, you know that Robin is lying to you. You’re so desperate to be reunited with your mother that you’ve allowed yourself to be taken advantage of. Good God man, BUTCH UP!

The more Kingdom speaks the truth the further Phantom comes to full on insanity.

Kingdom: Snap out of it, stop being a pawn and start being a MAN!

Suddenly Phantom reaches out and snatches hold of Kingdom’s throat. Before he can respond he’s hoisted into the air and chokeslammed violently into the canvas.

Comeau: Kingdom was trying to reason with Phantom but it led right to this chokeslam!

Susie: Johnny shouldn’t talk so bad about someone’s mommy, unless it’s my mother, who tried to have me aborted in the womb, and again when I was 13.

Phantom steps back, running his hands through his hair as he stares down at the unconscious Kingdom, wondering what he’s just done. That same woman in the crowd lowers her sign and shakes her aged, but wise features in despair. A referee now rushes down the ramp, Stuart Wright sliding into the ring and calling for the bell.

PHANTOM VS. JOHNNY KINGDOM

Phantom continues to hover over Kingdom, looking back and forth despondently as he realizes that this match has just been started. He is now prompted to drop down into the lateral press on the Team Leader.

Mark: I’m guessing Stuart Wright was sent out here by Dan Douglas to start this match even though Phantom has a decisive advantage.

Susie: He is awfully fat.

Comeau: I was talking about the chokeslam, but that too.

Phantom hooks the leg as the referee makes the count.

To a piercing reaction Kingdom launches his shoulder from the ring, refusing to be finished off quite so easily. A still confused Phantom stands up and snatches hold of his weakened opponent, standing Kingdom up before dropping him right back down via the side slam. He hooks the leg and leans back into Johnny’s chest.

Kingdom again kicks out rather valiantly. Phantom sits up mumbling under his breath and pulling at his hair as he rises to his feet. He now rushes into the ropes, bouncing off and coming back in before lunging into the air. All of his weight comes crashing down leg first right across Johnny’s throat.

Comeau: Phantom now dominating Kingdom as soon as that bell rang, the Team Leader unable to answer back after that chokeslam.

Phantom stands up and steps over Kingdom’s legs, lifting them into the air and under his armpits. He now begins to spin in circle, rotation after rotation, lifting Kingdom into the air with the giant swing.

They spin for several moments with Johnny’s face becoming a pale shade before he’s finally thrown across the ring. Kingdom crashes across his spine and then rolls over, looking very dizzy and disorientated. Somehow he’s able to stand up, yet the second he gets upright he staggers into the turnbuckle, falling against it for support.

Phantom now comes charging in and jumping into the air, crashing back first with all of his weight into Kingdom’s prone body. The impact almost squishes Kingdom and shakes the whole ring as the battered Johnny stumbles forward out of the corner. He walks right into a vicious back elbow to the face, knocking him down to the canvas.

As soon as he lands Phantom drops that same elbow directly into his chest.

Mark: We haven’t seen Phantom this aggressive in quite some type. Kingdom really must have struck a nerve with him.

Susie: I struck a nerve once when I tried to pierce one of my teeth.

Comeau: Wonderful.

The very discombobulated Kingdom starts to get up, raising to a knee somehow when Phantom takes him around the skull with his massive palms. He now delivers a headbunt right to the top of the Team Leader’s skull. This shot knocks Johnny to his back yet somehow he rolls right back to his feet.

The stunned Team Leader stumbles towards Phantom who nails him between the eyes with a giant, straight right hand. This devastating punch knocks the bats from Kingdom’s belfry as he falls to the canvas once again. The massive Phantom catches sight of something from the corner of his eye, the woman in the crowd holding the sign. He looks at her almost perplexed for a moment then storms towards Kingdom yet again.

Johnny is still reeling from that chokeslam as he rolls into the ropes, pulling himself to his feet then turning towards Phantom in time to be hit with a hard open hand palm slap to the chest. The impact almost caves in his sternum as Phantom takes him by the wrist and whips him into the ropes.

Kingdom bounces off and comes back in at Phantom lifts him up into the air for the spinebuster. Somehow Johnny slips over Phantom’s shoulder though and straight down his back. He takes him around the waist, setting up for the sunset flip.

The massive Phantom swings his arms to keep himself upright though, refusing to be pulled down into the pin. That’s when Kingdom bridges his body up off of the canvas and to his feet. He stands up behind Phantom then rushes into the ropes, bouncing off of them and coming back in.

At this point Phantom turns and launches a boot straight into Johnny’s jaw, the impact knocking the Team Leader to the canvas. He is completely sprawled out at this point as Phantom storms psychotically across the ring.

Mark: Just when it seemed that Kingdom was putting something together Phantom destroys it with that big boot.

Susie: Awww, I once made a castle of legos before my imaginary friend knocked it down. And by the way, lego pieces are delicious.

Comeau: I’m sure they are.

Johnny grabs at his jaw while rolling to his knees, Phantom swiping his arms through the air, possibly motioning for the Insomnia (Olleyoop Bomb). He steps over the dazed Johnny’s head and wraps his arms around his waist, lifting him up into the air and onto his shoulders.

Before he can drop back into the reverse powerbomb Johnny pushes himself over top of Phantom’s head, landing on his feet behind him. He reaches back taking Phantom around the head for a reverse neckbreaker. That’s when Phantom spins around, blocking the reverse neckbreaker and hooking both of Johnny’s arms.

He lifts him up now into a full nelson only for Johnny to squirm free at the last second. He twists his body in mid-air and lands right behind Phantom before diving forward with a dropkick to the back of his knee.

Phantom falls to a kneeling base as a result of this impact while Johnny rushes into the corner behind him. He pulls himself up onto the second rope as Phantom just begins to stand. The second he has both feet beneath him his opponent jumps out of the corner, catching Phantom around the neck and pulling him down into a bulldog.

Phantom slams hard face first into the canvas then rolls onto his back, Johnny scrambling into the cover.

Phantom’s massive arm raises from the canvas before the three.

Mark: Kingdom getting in some big maneuvers there but it looks like it’s barely even dazed this mountain of a man.

Susie: And it looks like it be a lot of fun to climb that mountain.

Comeau: Was that a sexual pun?

Moore: I don’t know, was it?

The crowd is slapping the barricade in support for Kingdom as he and Phantom begin to power their way back to their feet. The second that Phantom stands up Johnny charges in and catches him around the neck, hitting a swinging neckbreaker. Both men again crash to the canvas but it takes no time at all for Johnny to sit up reaching for his kidney area.

He stands up as quickly as possible at this point and now moves towards the nearby turnbuckle, slipping through the ropes to the apron. All those in attendance grow very excited to see the former World Champion scaling to the top, standing up on the upper most cable.

Mark: We could be seeing the 450 splash.

Susie: But all I have is 75 cents.

Comeau: It doesn’t cost 4 dollars and fifty cents to see…whatever.

Johnny is in the midst of balancing himself when Phantom stands up and surprisingly moves straight towards Kingdom, reaching out and snatching hold of his throat.

The monstrous behemoth is about to chokeslam Kingdom off of the turnbuckle when Johnny jumps down himself, in the process pulling Phantom’s arm down into the top rope. His bicep snaps off of the cables, causing him to grab at his arm and turn away from the co-holder of the tag titles.

Johnny capitalizes on this opportunity, slipping into the ring and then rushing up behind Phantom, grabbing hold of his weakened arm. He now tries to force him down into the Lesson in Leadership (crossface) to a massive pop from the crowd.

Before he can drag Phantom down into the hold though, the big man uses his weight to swing his body out from the crossface position. He turns around to face Johnny’s back and now hooks both arms. The fans erupt as Kingdom is hoisted into the full nelson slam, being driven with great force spine first into the canvas.

Moore: MCCHICKEN!!

Mark: Full nelson on Kingdom right when he was on the verge of earning a submission.

Phantom drops down into the lateral press, burying his forearm into Kingdom’s face.

Johnny kicks out to a deafening pop from the crowd. Phantom is prompted to stand and drop head first into Kingdom’s sternum, causing him to convulse in pain.

The brute stands and rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off then launching himself forward yet again this time for a big splash. At the last second Johnny rolls out of the way though, causing Phantom to splash the canvas with great force. He sits up looking like he’s in a great deal of pain when Johnny steps in and takes him around the neck.

He looks like he’s setting up for the DDT but Phantom quickly begins to rise to his feet. This prompts Kingdom to instead lift his legs up into the air, wrapping them around Phantom’s body as he applies a front chancery, body scissors combination.

A loud ovation is elicited from the fans as Phantom drops to one knee, his body leaning forward on the verge of collapsing to the canvas. All the air is being choked out of his head and his lungs are being compressed by the squeezing legs of the former World Champion.

Comeau: A nice submission combo by Kingdom expelling all of the energy from Phantom’s body, but will it be enough to force him into tapping out?

Susie: He won’t pass out unless he goes into a McDonald’s induced eating coma, I’ve seen it happen, it’s not pretty.

Phantom’s face is turning a bright shade of red as Kingdom continues to strangle the very life out of his body. Just when his energy begins to fade he gets that second burst of adrenaline, prompting him to stand up straight. Kingdom maintains both holds even as Phantom rushes across the ring and drives him hard spine first into the turnbuckle.

The impact causes Kingdom to release his holds and fall to his feet, leaning back first against the corner still. Phantom steps back at this point then charges in lunging into the air. At the last second Johnny steps out of the way and Phantom flies over the corner, his forehead smacking into the exposed ring post.

He now staggers backwards into Johnny who pulls him down into the school boy.

Phantom powers his shoulders from the ring, kicking out just in the nick of time.

Moore: Owie, Phantom hit his head hard, my parents made me wear a football helmet to avoid that happening to me.

His massive body rolls over backwards to his knees as Kingdom steps in taking him around the head in a front chancery. He now tries to reach in with his legs, going for the body vice only for Phantom to push his legs up onto his shoulders. Phantom rises to his feet with Kingdom seated on his shoulders then jackknife powerbombs him down hard spine first into the canvas.

Johnny is completely laid out as Phantom throws himself into another pin.

To the great praise of the fans Kingdom kicks out yet again, staying alive in this very back and forth encounter. Phantom sits up, his cheeks twitching with psychotic rage. A “Johnny” chant has started from the crowd as Phantom takes Kingdom around the neck and bridges him up to his feet in a reverse DDT position.

He now takes him by the belt and lifts him up into almost a reverse suplex only to drop him ribs first on his shoulder, rushing across the ring for a running powerslam.

To his disbelief Johnny slips off of his shoulder though and lands on his feet behind the big man. Phantom turns around and walks right into a boot to the ribs, Johnny pulling his head into a front chancery. He now calls out for the Exodus Finale (Brainbuster DDT).

Kingdom tries to lift the gigantic body of Phantom only to be pushed off at the last second, causing him to charge backwards into the cables. He bounces off and comes back in at Phantom who throws a wild right hand. Johnny avoids it by dropping down into a baseball slide however, ending up on his feet behind Phantom who spins around into a kick to the ribs.

Phantom is now placed in a front chancery and all of Kingdom’s strength is employed to hoist him into the air, delivering the Exodus Finale.

Comeau: Dear lord, Phantom dropped right on top of his head. I can’t believe Kingdom was able to get him up.

Susie: I thought forklifts were needed for that.

Johnny turns into the cover with the crowd screaming.

The fans jump from their seats as Kingdom raises his clinched fists into the air, celebrating this hard fought victory.

Comeau: Johnny Kingdom with a win over this goliath by virtue of the Exodus Finale. What a hard fought victory.

Moore: If I had a penis it probably would have made me hard too.

Mark: Disturbing.

Kingdom continues to kneel on the canvas as sweat races down his face. He looks into the flickering eyes of Phantom.

Johnny: You know the truth Phantom, you know the truth.

The camera shifts to the now vacant seat where the concerned woman with the Phantom sign was once sitting.

FEAR THE REAPER

An amused Porno Lad comes into view as he races down the corridor, passing by those adorned in their Halloween costumes. He bumps into one gentleman clothed in a Grim Reaper outfit with optional sickle, but keeps on trucking.

Hurse: I’m telling you, I HEARD his tiny feet running this way.

Hodges: Let’s hope your right this time, I don’t want to end up trapped in the sewer.

The quick and nimble Porno Lad continues rollicking with confidence, even as his pursuers come into view. Hodges and Hurse both appear out of breath, as if they’ve already run a marathon as they emerge from an adjacent hallway.

Matt: Jesus, he sure is a sprite little bastard.

Hurse leans forward with his palms to his knees, having no idea where Porno Lad ran off to. Frantically he looks back and forth down the corridor they just stepped into.

Hurse: Where did he GO!?!

Hodges can only shrug in response.

Hodges: It’s not like I put a tracking device on him or anything.

This statement gives Hurse an epiphany.

Hurse: THAT’S BRILLIANT! We’ll have to bug him when we catch him.

Matt: You’ll have to find him first.

Hurse: We will Matt, mark my words we will.

Attention suddenly turns to the Grim Reaper standing behind them, watching their antics through the slits in his mask with confusion. Hurse jumps back at the sight of him, hand over his heart, employing Hodges as a human shield.

Hurse: Hey PAL, I may be dressed as McCain but I’m not as close to death as he is.

Hodges: Relax, it’s just somebody in a 99cent costume.

Hodges steps towards the cheaply costumed figure with no hesitation.

Hodges: Did you see the devil run through here?

The gentleman thinks about it for a moment before nodding in confirmation.

Matt: Good, good, so you do understand English, in the U.S that’s quite the accomplishment. Now where did he go?

Again the Reaper ponders his reply before pointing to a doorway just off to his side. Matt grins while fetching something from his pocket.

Hodges: Good job. Here’s a nickel for your troubles.

A bright shinny nickel is flicked towards the Grim Reaper, who catches it in his palm and then steps out of the way. Hurse eagerly pounces in front of the door.

Hurse: We’ve got him now.

He twists the door and steps inside while Hodges follows him, leaving the masked individual remaining behind. The Grim Reaper now removes his mask to reveal himself as Pat Evans. A conniving grin inhabits his face as his plotting eyes watch the door close behind the ill-fated Hodges and Hurse.

Hurse: YOUR ASS IS OURS!

The voice can be heard through the doorway as it appears that Hodges and Hurse would have the unfortunate Porno Lad cornered inside of the room.

NYAAAAHHH!!

Pat leans against the wall shaking his head and crossing his arms over his chest before the door flies open and a panicked Hurse flees into the hallway. Hodges follows and tries to defend himself from the endless barrage of shoes, studded collars and other miscellaneous items being pelted at him by Hellkat.

Hodges: We’re sorry, but a woman subspecies like you should expect to be randomly barged in on half naked!

Hurse grabs Hodges by the arm and leads him down the corridor, realizing that on this occasion discretion is the better part of valor.

Hurse: Run Hodges, she’s got claws!

As they both take off down the hallway Hellkat steps into the doorway, covering herself with her costume and still wearing the Orlando Cruze scalp wig. She throws numerous items at them as they flee.

Hellkat: Wait until my all star legal team hears about this. Now if only any of them had ears.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

IWC…..At least there are no invisible grenades

CATCH THE PORNO LAD

The show returns to ringside where Mark Comeau is seated with a perplexed expression on his face, and Susie Moore is apparently making a mash potato mountain. She is dressed in a Power Rangers uniform and Mark is decked out in a full pimp costume, gold tooth included.

Mark: Before the break things went a bit awry for Hodges and Hurse on what has been a very spooktaculer event.

Susie: I’m afraid of all the costumes, but thankfully I’m the pink ranger now, and I can slay all monsters.

Comeau: As you can see some of us our getting in the holiday spirit a little more than others.

Suddenly the curtains part and out runs Porno Lad , still dressed in his devil costume. He bolts straight towards the ring with a smile on his face as Hurse and Hodges come racing out after him.

Hodges: Somebody STOP HIM!

Neither man is able to match Porno Lad’s speed as he continues to barrel towards the ring, now diving under it.

Mark: It looks like Matt Hodges and Hurse have caught up with Porno Lad.

Moore: Thankfully he’s hiding under the ring, where all sorts of magical creatures live. I want to move there one day, as soon as the rent prices fall.

Wisely the two hunters stop at ringside, Hodges grabbing Hurse and reminding him what happened last time Porno Lad was under the ring. Hurse’s eyes still sting just thinking about it as both men cautiously approach the tarp dangling from the apron.

Susie: Uh oh, oh golly jeez, they have that poor Porno Lad trapped. Hehehe, I want to marry his name.

Comeau: Odd, but Porno Lad seems to be in mortal jeopardy here.

Hodges tentatively reaches out and begins to grab the tarp, realizing that they have Porno Lad trapped. As soon as he lifts up on the tarp though, Hurse cracking his knuckles in anticipation, the head of Jason Wheeler emerges from under the ring. His presence causes both Matt and Hurse to jump back, palms raised into the air.

Mark: Oh look at this, Wheeler here to protect Porno Lad.

Susie: How did he get under their too?

Jason slips out from under the ring and stands, thrusting the N.H.B Championship over his shoulder. The word “Neverland” has oddly been pasted over the gold plate of the title.

Jason: Do we have a problem here gentlemen?

Hurse and Matt glare at each other then begin to shake their heads, not having counted on Wheeler’s presence, and not looking for a fair two on two encounter. From the opposite side of the ring now slides Porno Lad who is inexplicably dressed in his wrestling attire, having ditched the devil costume under the squared circle.

He immediately snatches the microphone out of the seated Kailey’s hand and then slides into the ring under the ropes. Just as Hurse and Hodges are beginning to back up the ramp, Porno Lad rushes across the ring and leans through the ropes right over top of Wheeler’s head.

Porno Lad: Whoa boys, where are you going?

The duo freeze on the ramp, equally as repulsed by the Porno Lad and the N.H.B Champion Jason Wheeler.

Porno Lad: If you two are possessed by the fighting spirit, then why don’t you bring yourselves to the ring and the most handsome tandem on the planet can exorcize your demons?

The fans in the Manhattan Center are going nuts as Jason slides into the ring at Porno Lad’s side, motioning for both men to enter and calling for a ref. Official Fitzpatrick rushes around the ramp and into the ring as Hurse and Hodges are still debating what they are going to do. Before they have time to formulate a tactic the bell is rung on their behalf.

Comeau: It looks like we’re going to see Jason Wheeler and Porno Lad versus Matt Hodges and Hurse in the Quest for the Crowns Tournament right this very second.

Susie: Wow, that’s so big I wouldn’t even fuck it for a million dollars.

JASON WHEELER & PORNO LAD
VS.
MATT HODGES & HURSE
QUEST FOR THE CROWNS

Hodges and Hurse tentatively pull themselves up onto the apron and enter the ring once they are assured Jason and PL are restrained in their corner by Fitzpatrick.

Comeau: The impromptu nature of Riot! yet again being seen here, as we weren’t expecting this match at this junction in time, but Matt’s and Hurse’s pursuit of Porno Lad has led us here.

The crowd finds themselves enthused concerning this impending tag team encounter as Porno Lad is discussing something with Wheeler, whispering it into his ear. The N.H.B Champion appears slightly amused by his statements while Matt and Hurse are also discussing strategy from across the ring.

It now becomes apparent that Hurse is adamant about starting this match out for his team and Hodges is more than accommodating. He extends his arm out towards Porno Lad and then vacates the ring. It’s obvious now that PL and Hurse will be starting out this encounter as both men begin to circle each other.

Mark: It looks like we’re about to see almost a rematch of the last Riot! when Porno Lad and Hurse encountered each other one on one. And I don’t think anyone will be able to forget that confrontation.

Moore: I know I won’t, when did they face each other again?

The bell now sounds as Hurse immediately begins to talk smack to the smiling Porno Lad.

Hurse: Come on sweetheart, your NOTHING without your inflatable partner. Let’s see you actually wrestle.

This accusation causes Porno Lad to smirk as both men begin to move towards one another, Hurse eagerly anticipating locking up with his opponent. That’s exactly what they begin to do, on the verge of tying up in a collar elbow lock when Porno Lad suddenly hesitates.

He now calls for a time out before dropping down on top of his head and spinning in circles, busting out a dance move then ending up in a head stand. He twists around in a full rotation on his palm then nips up to his feet. The second that he performs this dance move Hurse jumps back with his hand over his heart.

His eyes are wide and brimming with fear as he backs towards Hodges, looking as white as a ghost. Matt puts his hands on his partner’s shoulders, reassuring him that it’s going to be okay.

Mark: Hurse a little frazzled by that dance move.

Susie: Who wouldn’t be?

Wheeler smirks from the outside of the ring, amused by his partner’s antics while Hurse bucks up after Hodges motivational speech. He now licks both of his thumbs and steps back in ready for action, even though he’s being blanketed with a “You Got Served” chant that sends him into a rage.

Matt Hodges: He isn’t even ordered anything you stupid shits.

Matt shouts this while pacing on the apron, misconstruing the meaning of their “You Got Served” chant. Porno Lad grins over the chant as both men finally step into a collar elbow lock, jockeying for positioning. Almost immediately the more technically sound Hurse takes PL’s arm and swings around under it, establishing an arm ringer.

Hurse: Now you’ll see some technical wrestling.

Suddenly Porno Lad contorts his body by bending over backwards into a crab walk position. While almost standing on top of his head he lifts his foot into the air, wedging it to one of Hurse’s wrists and pushing it away. Porno Lad now falls onto his back then nips up to his feet with Hurse keeping a grasp on his wrist with just one hand. That’s before PL drops sideways away from him, flipping Hurse over into a modified arm drag.

Hurse rolls forward across the canvas and then rushes at Porno Lad who drops down to his stomach and chest. As a result Hurse has to hop over him and continues into the opposite cables, bouncing off of them and then coming right back in at his opponent.

Porno Lad has already reaches his feet though and drops down into a baseball slide between the inbound Hurse’s legs. He lunges to his feet behind the Master of Control then rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off and getting some real momentum.

Comeau: Porno Lad showing his speed.

Moore: He’s just like a Cheetah, only there aren’t any cheetos.

Porno Lad ricochets from the ropes and comes back in at Hurse who spins around and ducks down to catch him. That’s when Porno Lad jumps into the air, twisting so that his back comes down on top of Hurse’s spine. The Master of Control stands up with PL’s spine pressed to his own and sends his partner flipping over onto his feet behind him.

Porno Lad again rushes backwards into the opposite cables now, bouncing off and coming back in at Hurse who spins around to meet him with a wide open palm.

The very quick PL applies the breaks as he finds Hurse’s palm mere inches away from his face, urging him to stop. Porno Lad is confused before Hurse suddenly starts doing the Charleston, hands pressed to his knees and all.

Mark: Dear lord no!

Susie: I never knew Hurse was such a wonderful dancer.

Hodges is living up his partner’s antics, hopping around in his corner while Hurse now drops down and does one of the worse renditions of the worm ever seen. Porno Lad steps back smirking while Wheeler covers his face with his palm, unable to watch the horror.

Now Hurse jumps to his feet and begins to run around super excited. He jumps to one of the turnbuckles and motions for the fans to get up and show their appreciation. He then drops down and approaches Hodges, both men jumping into the air and high fiving each other over the top rope.

Porno Lad steps back doing a mocking clap while Hurse points in his direction with a huge smile.

Hurse: Now you’ve been served BITCH!

Porno Lad rubs at his jaw, acting as if there is no besting Hurse’s horrid dance routine. Nevertheless he motions for the Master of Control to step in for another collar elbow. Both men lunge into another collar elbow before PL slips around behind Hurse, applying a reverse waistlock.

Hurse reaches down and pries the hands of his opponent away from his waist then hooks one of the arms. He falls sideways to the canvas and flips Porno Lad over his body with an arm drag.

PL ends up on his seat with Hurse scooting up behind him, applying a reverse waist lock of his own.

Moore: Ohhh, they started wrestling again? I thought we were watching an episode of Soul Train.

Mark: Thank God we’re getting back to the action instead of busting a groove.

Porno Lad struggles to get out of Hurse’s grasp as he pushes himself up to his feet then rushes forward at the cables. The Master of Control maintains the waist lock as both men near the cables, Porno Lad stepping up them. He reaches the top rope and forces Hurse to break his submission as the prankster flips backwards over his shoulder, landing right behind the Alpha Gen member.

Hurse immediately reaches back taking PL around the neck, setting up for the Disinfectant (Contra Code). He begins to rush forward at the ropes only to have his nimble opponent push him off at the last second. Hurse charges into the cables, bouncing off of them as Hurse now comes back in at Porno Lad lobbing a lariat at his throat.

To his disbelief Porno Lad drops down into the splits, avoiding the arm of his opponent then lunges to his feet. Hurse spins around with his fist clinched only to find himself mere inches from the open palms of his opposition.

Hurse stops in mid-swing as Porno Lad drops down onto his palm, which is the only thing elevating his horizontal body from the canvas. He now begins to jump up and down with just the use of his palm and twist his body around in circles.

He ends this stunning break dancing move by standing up on his head then spinning around into rotation after rotation then eventually falls to his side, his head propped up by his fist.

Susie: Wow! Is this dancing with the stars?

Mark: I don’t think Hurse can be considered a star.

Porno Lad winks at Hurse while laying on the canvas as the Master of Control goes into a conniption fit, falling to his back like he were just hit with the superkick. He rolls around in a shocked, terrified state, absolutely reeling after that dance routine.

He even rolls under the ropes and begins to run around the ring, flailing his arms in terror.

Comeau: That dancing from IWC’s resident prankster have sent Hurse into a fit.

Moore: I use to throw fits when my mother told me to stop eating super glue.

Another rousing “You Got Served” chant has started while Hurse runs in circles around the ring, Wheeler watching him while looking baffled. Finally Hurse slides back into the ring then scoots across his knees towards Hodges, reaching through the ropes and wrapping his arms around his waist.

Matt reassures him by reaching over the cables and petting Hurse’s hair. The referee informs him that this constitutes a tag as Hodges slips through the ropes and ensures his partner that he’s got Porno Lad.

Mark: Hodges getting the tag and maybe now we’ll actually see him wrestle.

Susie: I hope he’s a good dancer too.

Hodges just has time to crack his knuckles before turning towards Porno Lad who launches himself from a stand position into a head scissors. He catches Matt around the neck and pulls him around into the move, sending Hodges flipping forward and crashing to the canvas. The crowd is going nuts as a result while PL ends up back on his feet.

Hodges rolls to his feet and rushes at Porno Lad for a lariat only to have the quick young competitor duck it and hook Matt’s arm all in the same motion. He lunges into the air and reaches out with his legs across the upper back of Hodges, all the while continuing to hook his arm.

Porno Lad now ends up slipping over Matt’s head and transitioning his body into a seated position across Hodge’s shoulders. He drops back into a hurricarana that sends Hodges flying forward and landing chest first on the middle rope. Porno Lad now rolls across the ring and lunges into a tag on Wheeler.

Comeau: The new N.H.B Champion, or Neverland Champion according to Wheeler, getting the tag.

Moore: I hope Wheeler behaves like one of the lost boys in this match. Only I hope he doesn’t get staked by Corey Feldman.

After getting the tag Jason flips over the top rope and lands right on his feet before rushing across the ring towards the prone Hodges. He dives through the ropes now and catches the top and middle one, swinging around shins first right into Matt’s face.

The impact causes Hodges to be knocked back to his feet, staggering in reverse towards Porno Lad who catches him by the back of the head, diving forward into a face buster. Matt’s skull crashes into the canvas and sends him rolling to his back as Wheeler jumps to the top rope, springing off and coming down on top of him with the big splash.

The crowd is screaming at the sight of these combination moves as the Black Cat hooks Hodges’ leg for the three count.

Matt kicks out, lobbing his shoulder from the canvas in a frazzled state.

Mark: Former SCW Champion Hodges somehow kicking out even after that quick combination of moves from the ever so sudden Wheeler and Porno Lad.

Wheeler slowly begins to pull Hodges up to his feet while Hurse watches the action through a crack in his fingers, his palm placed over his eyes. Before he could be pulled all the way up Hodges places his hands to Jason’s stomach and shoves him backwards into the cables.

To Matt’s shock Jason lunges to the middle rope in reverse, landing on the cable and then spring off right back at his opponent. Unfortunately for the Black Cat he overshoots his opponent who was wise enough to duck down out of the way. As a result the N.H.B Champion tucks his body into a roll, ending up on his feet.

He spins around right into the thrust kick to the jaw from Hodges. The strike is so sudden and stiff that it echoes throughout the building and leaves Wheeler wavering on his feet. That’s when Matt steps in and takes him around the neck in a downward spiral position.

At that exact moment Hurse springs to the top rope and comes flying through the air, connecting with a dropkick to the upper back of Wheeler. As soon as Hurse’s boots connect Wheeler is knocked forward into a modified downward spiral from Hodges. His face is planted hard into the canvas, causing him to spring from the ring and roll to his back.

Mark: Hodges and Hurse showing they are adapt in tag team wrestling as well.

Susie: Can I just call them Double H? That way my brain won’t hurt keeping track of their names.

Wheeler is left sprawled out across his back as Hodges rolls to his elbows and knees in a crawling position. At that very moment the illegal man comes charging in, Hurse stepping off of Matt’s back and launching himself into the air with a back first senton splash.

His spine crashes hard into the Black Cat’s ribs as Hodges now rolls into the cover. Referee Fitzpatrick gets Hurse out of the ring before turning around and making the count.

Porno Lad enters the ring and licks his finger before giving Matt a dreaded wet willy, breaking up the three count.

Matt rises to his knees roaring in pain as Porno Lad continues to stick his finger in his ear, getting all guey with saliva.

Moore: Oh no, that move looks REAL painful.

Comeau: The twisted, sinister wet willy being employed by Porno Lad.

The referee starts a five count on Porno Lad before he removes his finger and steps back, acting innocent. The official backs him towards his corner before Fitzpatrick’s stripped shirt is grabbed by Hodges, who uses it to clean out his ear. He now stands up and lunges into the air, coming down leg first across Wheeler’s throat.

Jason grabs at his throat and rolls away from Hodges who scoots up beside him and takes hold of both of his arms. He hooks them then interlocks his hands behind the Black Cat’s shoulder blades, establishing the double chickenwing.

An intense Wheeler starts to force himself to his feet as Hodges continues to contort his arms in painful angles. As soon as Jason reaches his feet Hodges snaps over into a bridging double underhook suplex.

Jason gets his shoulder up but Hodges holds onto him with the double chickenwing, rolling both their bodies to the side. Wheeler ends up on his chest and stomach while Matt slips around at his side then flips forward into a bridging cattle mutilation.

Comeau: Hodges transitioning nicely into the hands across America.

Susie: Nuh uh. There’s no one holding Matt’s hand, but I’ll do it, if he washes them.

The fans are on their feet slapping the barricades and trying to motivate Wheeler to get out of this hold. Jason’s pain is expressed through his roars and the grinding of his teeth, yet he still tries to force himself out of this hold. He begins to push himself upwards, trying his best to force Matt to break the hold.

That’s when Hodges drops down out of the bridging position, swinging around over Wheeler’s back then turning to face him with both arms still hooked. He stands up and throws the N.H.B Champion into the air with the tiger bomb to screams from the crowd.

To their shock Wheeler flips forward and catches Matt with a hurricarana, countering the tiger bomb and sending Hodges crashing into the ring.

Mark: BIG COUNTER.

Susie: But Wheeler is so tiny.

A flustered Hodges rushes to his feet and charges at the rising Wheeler, spinning around into a roaring elbow. Jason avoids the inbound forearm by bridging his body over backwards into the crab walk position like Porno Lad did earlier.

An increasingly aggravated Hodges spins around when Jason pushes himself up into a headstand, his shins landing on Matt’s shoulders. He now pushes himself into the air, dragging Hodges around in rotation after rotation after rotation with a spinning head scissors.

Jason finally snaps off and sends a disorientated Hodges rolling across the canvas into one of the turnbuckles. The Black Cat rises to his feet and tags the hand of Porno Lad before backing across the ring. His spine is aimed towards the slowly standing Hodges, who is leaning against the turnbuckle he was launched into.

Porno Lad barrels across the ring and Jason throws him over his head, sending him flying at the disorientated Hodges and connecting with a flying forearm smash. The crowd screams with joy as Porno Lad places Matt in a bulldog position and rushes forward, dragging him right into a front chancery by Wheeler who drops back into a DDT.

Comeau: What unusual tag team maneuvers from Porno Lad and Jason Wheeler. I’d sure like to see these two team on a more regular basis.

Susie: I would to, because they remind me of little flying dwarves. Which is AWESOME.

Porno Lad and Jason Wheeler stand up at the side of the sprawled out Hodges when a furious Hurse comes barreling towards them. Both men catch the inbound Hurse with a double drop toe hold, sending him crashing on top of Hodges.

Hurse squeals and rolls across the ring holding his ribs while the Black Cat takes the prankster around his waist. He lifts him up into an awesome bomb position before pulling him down into a moonsault splash right across Hodges sternum.

Porno Lad remains on top of Hodges as the referee drops and makes the count.

Matt kicks out yet again, keeping himself and Hurse in the tournament.

Mark: Another spectacular tag team move from Wheeler and Porno Lad but it just wasn’t enough to finish off Hodges.

The crowd is screaming over that last near fall as Jason is forced to vacate the ring by the official and Porno Lad takes Hodges by his hair. He pulls himself up to his feet and then lunges into the air, connecting with a knee strike directly to his face. The impact sends Matt staggering backwards into the turnbuckle, falling against it for support.

Now Porno Lad comes charging in and jumping into the air for the monkey flip, wedging his feet to the former SCW Champion’s stomach. From the corner of his eye he spots Hurse standing up on the apron though, prompting him to jump from Matt’s stomach and fly over the top rope.

He connects with a shoulder block to Hurse’s chest, knocking him down to the apron back first while Porno Lad shockingly lands on his feet across the outside mats.

The smirking Porno Lad jumps incredibly high into the air, landing feet first on top of Hurse’s stomach. The Master of Control remains laid out across the apron as PL stands on top of his ribs, taking the top rope and launching himself over. To his dismay Hodges steps out of the corner and lunges into the air, catching Porno Lad around the neck right as he was flying over the cables, pulling him down into the diamond cutter.

Porno Lad slams face first into the ring, standing up on top of his forehead then springing into the air.

Comeau: OH GOD! Porno Lad’s neck may have been broken.

Moore: But I thought his body was made of rubber bands.

The agile body of Porno Lad is horribly contorted upon the landing before he tumbles to his back, Hodges immediately crawling into the cover. Both legs are hooked as official Fitzpatrick makes the count.

Wheeler dives into the fray and delivers a double axehandle to the back of Hodges head, breaking up the three count at the last possible second.

Susie: Yay, Zelda saved Porny.

The crowd is very excited after that last second save as Wheeler takes Matt by the hair, dragging him towards his feet. He begins to deliver forearm shivers to Matt’s jaw, landing shot after shot before spinning around into a back heel kick. However, Hodges catches his foot, keeping it from connecting with his ribs while Hurse stands up on the apron behind him.

Now Jason lunges into the air for the enzugari but Matt ducks his head to avoid it, causing Wheeler’s boot to fly over the top rope and smack Hurse right in the back of his skull. A disorientated Hurse flops from the apron to the outside mats while the crowd cheers.

Wheeler lands on his elbows and knees but immediately begins to stand up when Matt wedges his shoulder to his spine. Hurse just begins to stand up on the outside of the ring as Hodges lifts Wheeler into the air for the back drop suplex. At the last second Wheeler flips backwards off of Hodges’ shoulders and over the ropes, sending him moonsaulting down right on top of Hurse’s shoulder.

Moore: Te-he, Hodges just threw Wheeler at his own partner. That was goofy.

Mark: I think Hodges is doing more harm to his partner than helping him in respect to those last two moves.

Jason and Hurse are trying their best to get up on the outside of the ring despite their bodies being ravaged by anguish. All the while on the inside of the ring Hodges rushes at a crawling Porno Lad, delivering a front dropkick right to the side of his skull. The impact echoes throughout the arena and knocks PL to his back, leaving him in a very disorientated condition, especially after the diamond cutter.

Hodges will give him no time to recuperate as he approaches Porno Lad and grabs him by the arms, hooking them both. He lifts Porno Lad from his knees to his feet and then drops back into a tiger suplex. To the shock of the masses PL flips over completely and lands right on his feet.

The prankster begins to charge at his shocked opponent, who stands and twists around into the roaring elbow. PL ducks it and keeps running before throwing himself over the top rope with a hand free senton pancha, crashing down on top of Hurse and Wheeler at ringside.

Comeau: OHHH, what a beautiful dive from Porno Lad!

Moore: These guys must like to hurt their partners, and so do I. But most the time I use whips and we have safety words.

All those packed into the Manhattan Center are going absolutely nuts while Porno Lad gets back to his feet and turns towards the ring. Hodges storms towards the ropes when Porno Lad dives into the ring under the cables, sliding between his opponent’s legs.

Porno Lad stands up and presses his back to Hodges’ spine, trying to pull him down into a backslide.

Somehow Hodges plants his feet though, refusing to be taken over and now pulls down on Porno Lad’s arms, trying to reverse the backslide. Instead Porno Lad’s light body is pulled into a backwards flip over top of Hodges and over top of the ropes, causing him to land on the apron.

Porno Lad now bends forward driving his shoulder right into the ribs of Hodges, doubling him over. Porno Lad now grabs the top rope and springs into the air, rolling forward over the back of the slouched Hodges and landing on his feet. He runs into the cables behind Hodges and bounces off the ropes before coming back in at the confused World Class athlete.

Comeau: Porno Lad flipping all around Hodges who can’t keep up with him.

Moore: He’s faster than Speedy Gonzalez, and nowhere near as racist.

Porno Lad now throws his body at a turning Hodges into a Liger kick only for Matt to bend forward and catch the spine of his upside down opponent against his shoulder. He now stands up holding Porno Lad in a dominator position as Hurse slips back into the ring and runs across it.

Matt pulls Porno Lad down into a dominator right as Hurse jumps into the air, wedging his knees to the prankster’s ribs. The crowd screams over the combination dominator, gut buster from Hodges and Hurse.

Mark: Ahhh, what a tag team move!

Moore: CHEERIOS!

Porno Lad is knocked back up to his feet gripping at his ribs when Hodges takes him around the neck and the leg, lifting him into the air then connecting with a small package brainbuster. He turns now into the cover while Jason Wheeler crawls towards the ring.

Unfortunately his body lacks the strength to drag himself into the squared circle and break up the pinfall.

Comeau: This could be it, Hodges and Hurse look like they’re on the verge of victory!

The referee drops down and makes the count.

No! To the sheer astonishment of all those convened in the Manhattan Center, Porno Lad lobs his shoulder from the canvas.

Moore: YELLOW AMERICAN CHEESE!

Comeau: Porno Lad kicked out of the small package brainbuster from Hodges. This guy must have one tough noggin.

Hodges slowly rolls to his knees, slamming the sides of his fists against the canvas when to boos from the fans, Psycho and Riggs slide into the ring. Before anyone has the chance to respond, Riggs begins to stomp down at Porno Lad and Psycho nails a hard right hand directly to Hodges’ jaw, knocking the exhausted competitor down to the canvas. The bell immediately begins to sound, especially as Hurse rushes at Psycho only to be caught with a headbunt that sends him tumbling to the ring.

Comeau: OH COME ON! Psycho and Riggs have just ruined this tag team tournament match!

The bell continues to sound as the demented duo unleash their hostilities on all those gathered in the ring. The bell continues to sound as the official has no other recourse but to throw out this match. Fitzpatrick now sticks his head through the ropes, consorting with ring announcer Kailey Worf.

Behind the official’s back Psycho and Riggs continue to unload with stomps on Jason Wheeler’s exhausted tag team partner, who is incapable of defending himself. They now turn their attention to a recovering Black Cat on the outside of the ring, rolling under the ropes and pouncing upon him.

Both men immediately begin to unload with clubbing blows over his back while Kailey lifts the microphone to her lips.

Kailey: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve just been informed that due to outside interference this match has been ruled a no contest, therefore the teams of Jason Wheeler and Porno Lad, as well as Matt Hodges and Hurse will both advance to the next round of the Quest for the Crowns Tournament.

This statement is met with a loud ovation as Riggs and Psycho both appear dejected by this announcement.

Comeau: WHAT!?! So the Alpha Generation and Porno Lad and Wheeler will go to the next round of the tournament? How is this going to work?

Susie: I don’t know, just do what I’m doing and pump your fist wildly in the air. It makes it look like you care.

VINDICATION

The bell is still ringing as Wheeler finally turns around and begins to slug it out with both the caught off guard Riggs and Psycho. He connects with a shot between Psycho’s eyes then turns and delivers a knife edge chop to Riggs’ sternum. The impacts disorientate both brutes while the N.H.B Champion looks quite flustered.

Comeau: Wheeler battling it out now with his former partner and that monstrous Psycho. This is the second week in a row they’ve tried to shaft him.

Moore: Eww, usually I do that in the privacy of a hotel room.

Mark: That’s not what I mean by shafted, this isn’t one of those prison movies.

Jason connects with a bionic elbow to the top of Psycho’s head then turns back towards the ring where the recovered Hodges and Hurse are stomping away at the down Porno Lad. The noble hearted Wheeler slides into the ring and rushes straight at his previous opponents.

Hurse turns just in time to be hit with a dropkick from Wheeler, knocking him down to the canvas. Jason now turns around on his knees as Hodges clubs him over the back and grabs him around the neck, trying to pull him to his feet. He drags Jason to his feet and sets him up in a DDT position, having no idea that Porno Lad is back to an upright position.

PL steps in behind Hodges now and pokes him in the crack of his bum, causing Matt to drop the Black Cat and lunge forward. He reaches for his posterior then turns around as Porno Lad jumps into the air, landing on his shoulders for a hurricarana.

Matt tries to counter by rushing forward at the ropes to powerbomb him to the outside of the ring only for PL to drop back, hitting the hurricarana that takes both men over the cables.

Comeau: Porno Lad taking out Hodges with the hurricarana after that finger poke to the rear.

Moore: He was checking Hodges’ oil supply.

On the outside of the ring Psycho and Riggs choose to stand back and recover, watching as Wheeler starts to get back to his feet only to be swarmed on by Hurse. The Master of Control steps in peppering him to the side of the face with repeated right hands.

The crowd’s reaction becomes overwhelmingly negative as the World Heavyweight Champion now slides into the ring. Christian Savior jumps to his feet in a corner behind Wheeler but then crouches down in the waiting position, preparing for the Blaze of Glory.

Comeau: Oh no, this just got really bad for Wheeler. Christian is here and he looks none too happy, especially after that N.H.B title match last week.

Moore: You mean the Neverland title match.

Mark: No, no I DO NOT.

Squeals and screams emanate from the crowd as they try to alarm Wheeler to Christian’s presence. The World Champion has ravenous eyes focused right on Wheeler’s back as Jason continues to deck it out with the Master of Control. Savior is licking his chomps before taking the first step in the spear only to have Riggs and Psycho reach under the ropes grabbing both of his ankles.

Christian tumbles forward and then is dragged backwards under the ropes testicles first right into the exposed turnbuckle post.

Comeau: Psycho and Riggs have not forgotten about the Conspiracy, and the World Champion they tried to call out at the beginning of tonight’s show.

Moore: I think his outy just became an iny.

Savior’s eyes are bulging from their sockets as his jaw hangs open in pain. Psycho and Riggs quickly slide into the ring while Wheeler steps back and delivers a straight superkick directly to Hurse’s jaw. The impact echoes throughout the arena as Hurse is knocked to the canvas, sending him rolling to the outside of the ring.

Jason then turns right into a clothesline from the large arm of the sadistic one. The impact knocks Jason to the canvas as Psycho stands over him, beginning to stomp repeatedly to his chest.

Moore: Oh no, if they beat up Wheeler who will make my favorite cookies?

Comeau: He is not a Keebler elf.

The scarred Psycho grabs the hair of Wheeler and begins to pull him up to his feet before blasting him between the eyes with a big fist that sends him right back down to the canvas. All the while Riggs is stomping the back of Christian’s head, Savior desperately trying to get back up.

He gets his feet beneath him, leaning spine first to the corner while Riggs stomps him over and over again to the chest. The number one contender just unloading on the man he’ll face for the World title. Psycho takes Wheeler by the hair, forcing him up slowly when Jason grabs the back of his head, falling to his knees and nailing a jawbreaker. The impact causes Psycho to stand swinging his arms to his sides to keep his body upright.

All the while Jason backs towards the ropes, falling against them for support before Psycho charges at him full speed. Jason drops to his back and pulls down on the top rope, causing Psycho to trip over the Black Cat’s body and tumble over the ropes. He crashes down to the outside mats while Riggs turns away from Christian, spotting his partner’s misfortune.

Riggs bends down putting his hands on his knees, waiting for Wheeler to get up so that he can pounce on his former partner. To his shock though, Savior spins him around and grabs him around the neck, hitting the diamond cutter.

The impact causes Riggs to bounce from the canvas then surprisingly stand up, his back pressed to the ropes. That’s when Wheeler and Savior rush forward and hit a double lariat to his throat, taking him over the top rope.

Comeau: Christian Savior and Jason Wheeler surprisingly putting their differences aside to take out Psycho and Riggs.

Susie: Brotherly love, isn’t it heavenly?

Christian and Wheeler now turn around and spot each other, their uncertain eyes coming to a sharp focus. A grin momentarily inhabits Savior’s face before he rushes at Jason for the spear. Wheeler leap frogs him and lands on his feet behind Christian, turning around and grabbing his arms. He lifts him into the air into a vertibreaker position.

Savior flips over and lands on his feet behind Jason who turns right into positioning for the diamond cutter. Jason pushes him off into the cables. Just as Savior’s spine hits the ropes a steel chair collides with his upper back, wielded by Psycho on the outside of the ring.

Mark: The short alliance was just that, short.

Moore: It was shorter than Gary Coleman.

Savior falls to his knees reaching for his kidneys as Wheeler spots Riggs getting to his feet on the outside of the ring. He rolls out now and goes immediately after Riggs, the two men coming to blows with one another. They begin to battle one another up the ramp and towards the backstage area.

Psycho now slides into the ring having thrown down the steel chair and calling out for official Fitzpatrick, who is aiding security in removing Hodges, Hurse and Porno Lad from ringside. He spins around to face the ring and then shrugs before sliding in and calling for the bell.

PSYCHO VS. CHRISTIAN SAVIOR

Comeau: And it looks like we’re underway with Savior versus Psycho. The Sadistic One got this match forcefully started, just like he wanted earlier in the night.

Moore: He does look forceful, believe me, I’d know I’ve had plenty of people force themselves on me.

Mark: Sick.

Christian is agonizing as he’s grabbed the hair and dragged to his feet. As soon as he stands up Psycho blasts him right between the eyes with a hard closed fist, knocking him right back down to the canvas. Savior palms his forehead and rolls to his side as Psycho takes him by the wrist and forces him up to a standing base.

Savior can barely maintain his footing when he’s pulled by the wrist into the black hole slam. The body of the Rising Phoenix is driven hard into the canvas as his large opponent hooks both of his legs.

Comeau: The World Champion being dominated and he may already be defeated at the hands of this psychotic monster.

Moore: Hands? I thought Psycho had hooves. Doesn’t Satan have hooves?

Mark: Ummm, sure.

Fitzpatrick makes the count while security is still removing Hurse, Hodges and Porno Lad from ringside.

Savior launches his shoulder from the ring, kicking out right before the three count. Psycho sits up with ravenous eyes before standing and rushing into the cables at Savior’s side. He bounces off the ropes and lunges into the air, coming down with all of his weight back first right across the World Champ’s ribs with the back first senton splash.

Christian turns onto his side, wrapping his arms around his ribs in agony. That’s when Psycho steps in and drops a knee square to his kidneys, causing Christian to convulse even further.

He now grips at his kidneys while rolling towards the ropes, grabbing hold of them and desperately trying to pull himself up. The second he reaches his feet, still severally debilitated by that earlier chair shot, Psycho takes him around the waist, setting up for the German suplex.

That’s when Christian lobs a back elbow directly into his jaw, the impact causing Psycho to break up his attempt at the German and to stagger in reverse. The Champion spins around and now barrels towards Psycho who catches him around the waist and throws him over head with a huge belly to belly suplex.

Mark: Christian unable to get out of the gates against Psycho. I think the last two matches, compounded by that chair shot, have just left Savior in a far too weakened state.

Susie: I get the same way when trying to read a Curious George book.

Savior sits up reaching for his back and yelling in pain while Psycho drops down beside him. He hooks both of Christian’s arms with a full nelson and wedges his knee to his lower back. The pain coursing through Christian’s body is indescribable as he desperately tries to stand up.

Psycho will not allow it, continuing to push his head further forward and dig his knee in even deeper. This submission is not enough to finish off the resilient Champion however, as he gets to one knee, starting to will himself upward.

Psycho applies even greater pressure on the hold as Savior gets all the way to his feet, forcing the big man to change things up. He now lifts Christian high into the air and drives him down hard into the ring with the full nelson slam.

Moore: JUICER!

Mark: Full nelson by Psycho as he continues to dominate the IWC World Champion.

Psycho scrambles into the lateral press.

Savior launches his shoulder from the ring, refusing to be bested. Psycho could care less about his opposition’s defiance, snatching hold of his hair and forcing him to his feet. Although Christian can barely keep his legs beneath him Psycho whips him straight into the turnbuckle.

Surprisingly Christian is able to lunge into the air, landing right on top of the second rope. He springs off and twists towards Psycho only to be caught in mid-air and hit with a thunderous spinebuster.

Comeau: Another brutal counter by Psycho!

Savior arches his back from the ring and grinds his teeth as Psycho grabs him by the hair, sitting him up on the canvas. He now rushes into the ropes in front of the seated Savior, bouncing off and coming right back at him. He lunges into the air, dropkicking Savior directly to his face.

The impact knocks Savior onto his back as the Sadistic One takes him by the hair. He drags him sluggishly towards his feet then scoops him up into the air, approaching one of the turnbuckles. The monstrous behemoth begins to tie Savior’s legs around the top rope, placing him in the tree of woe in the turnbuckle.

Susie: Uh oh, Christian hanging upside down, just like a bat. I wonder if he’s a bat like his brother, or an elf.

Mark: He’s neither, Psycho is just putting him in a precarious position, the tree of woe leaving Savior completely exposed.

Psycho now backs to the center of the ring, swiping his feet across the canvas then charging at great speed towards the hanging Savior. He now drops into a roll, trying to crash back first into the upside down Rising Phoenix who pulls himself up out of the way of his opponent.

Psycho rolls under him and hits the corner across his broad back while Savior sits up on the top rope, his eyes looking quite dreary. The gigantic psychopath begins to rise to his feet while Christian turns around on the top rope, facing the wide back of his opposition.

He now reaches out taking Psycho around the neck then jumping from the top rope, twisting around into a tornado reverse DDT. The back of Psycho’s head is driven violently into the canvas, causing him to sit up reaching for his neck. He instinctively rolls away from the Rising Phoenix and towards the ropes, grabbing hold of them and pulling his ample body to his feet.

Comeau: Christian finally hitting an offensive maneuver.

Moore: I didn’t take offense to it. But I do take offense to those damned Tellitubies!

The sadistic one reaches his feet albeit stooped over when Savior comes barreling in, delivering a straight boot right o the side of his face. The impact knocks Psycho through the ropes and to the outside mats.

A disorientated big man leans against the apron for support at this point when Christian takes the top rope, launching himself over and landing right on top of Psycho’s shoulders. He drops back into a hurricarana that sends Psycho flipping forward and slamming hard across the outside mats.

The scarred beast groans in pain from the impact but actually finds himself laughing a little as he tries to stand up. Savior doesn’t make this easy by stepping in and lobbing a fist into Psycho’s broad jaw. He then scrapes his knee right across the bridge of the monster’s nose.

Psycho scrapes at his already mangled features as Savior steps in and takes him around the neck, setting up for a DDT on the outside mats. That’s when Psycho wedges his hands to Christian’s stomach and pushes him off spine first right into the barricade. He crashes into it hard across his back, his spine bridging over the barrier in reverse.

This collision will not hold Savior back, no pun intended, as he charges forward at Psycho who shockingly catches him with a spinning powerslam. Christian is driven hard back first right against the outside mats.

Comeau: Ohhh, now the spinning powerslam delivered on the mats.

Moore: That was sicker than Aurora Rose’s cottage cheese thighs.

Savior’s back is ravaged with pain as he palms it, Psycho furthering his pain by forcing him into the ring. The Champion rolls to the center of the ring as Psycho slips in himself and crawls quickly into the cover, hooking both of his legs.

Christian lobs his shoulder from the ring, continuing to hang in there against his brutish opponent. Despite his display of defiance Psycho continues to inflict pain on his body, now pulling Savior to his feet and whipping him into the ropes. Christian bounces off and comes back in at Psycho who lifts him up into the air by hooking his leg and his neck, dropping him down spine first across his raised knee.

The backbreaker proves to be particularly effective as Christian is bent completely over the knee. Psycho grabs him by the wrist and pulls him up to his feet now, burying his shoulder to his spine then lifting him up into the air. He twists Savior around and drops down into a particularly nasty blue thunder sit-out powerbomb.

Fitzpatrick makes the count.

Savior launches his shoulder from the ring yet again.

Comeau: Another kick out from Christian after further damage was inflicted by Psycho’s power moves. He really is trying to end Savior’s career in this match, and embarrass him with a quick pin.

Moore: Yay, wait, is that bad or good? I just like to say yay a lot.

Savior’s body has been mangled at the hands of Psycho who steps over him and moves towards a nearby corner. He steps over the cables and moves up the turnbuckle slowly. His massive body reaches the top rope where he begins to steady himself.

Christian lays on the canvas beneath him in a motionless heap with the crowd screaming. Psycho now launches himself through the air, his huge body crashing with a big splash right against the canvas. The fans react with a mixed ovation over the fact that Savior just got out of the way.

Susie: Was there just an eclipse?

Comeau: I think Psycho’s body blocked out the sun actually. Savior avoiding the big splash right at the last second.

Psycho’s battered body starts to stand up when a recovering Christian charges at him and jumps into the air. He wedges both of his knees right to Psycho’s face and pulls him down into the codebreaker. Psycho bounces off of the elevated knees then turns and tumbles to the canvas, Christian crawling into the cover.

Mark: CODE BREAKER!

Psycho is completely laid out as Savior rises to his feet and falls against the cables for support. He is seemingly unable to capitalize on his last move before showing his recuperative powers by jumping over the ropes to the apron. He now springs to the top rope and takes flight, delivering a leg drop.

The move connects right across his throat, causing Psycho to convulse in pain. Savior turns around and scrambles into the lateral press.

Somehow the Sadistic One presses Savior off of him. Christian lands on his elbows and knees in shock before he approaches the slowly standing beast, who is shockingly already getting up.

Psycho has just reached his feet when Christian chops him across the sternum then spins around into a discus elbow that connects across the side of his scarred face. Psycho is incredibly disorientated as Savior staggers backwards into the ropes.

He bounces off of the ropes and comes staggering towards the World Champion who superkicks him directly to the jaw. The stiff impact sends Psycho stumbling incoherently towards the ropes, falling against them yet again for support.

Comeau: Savior hit with blow after blow to the head and yet he’s still upright.

Moore: He sure can take a lot of punishment.

Mark: Just like your sexual organs.

Savior spins around in shock over the sight of Psycho still standing, prompting him to charge forward for a lariat. Psycho bends forward and catches Christian against his shoulders, back dropping him over the ropes. The quick and agile Christian grabs the top rope, floating over and landing on the apron feet first.

He now pulls himself over towards Psycho for a forearm smash only for his opponent to duck down, catching Savior right on top of his shoulders. He now rushes across the ring, setting up for the death valley driver. At the last second Christian slips free and slides down Psycho’s back. He attempts to pull him down into the sunset flip yet Psycho keeps his feet planted.

The rage fueled competitor swings his arms to remain upright and now jumps into the air, trying to engulf Savior with his ample buns of steel. Christian sits up and gets out of the way, causing Psycho to crash seat first into the ring.

He now reaches for his spine as Savior rushes into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off then lunging forward into the shinning wizard. It connects, knocking Psycho to his back with Christian again crawling into the cover.

Psycho powers his shoulder from the ring.

Comeau: Both men going back and forth with Psycho almost being defeated there.

Moore: He was going to make Christian flat, like a pancake. I love pancakes, and I love to make pancake towers.

Savior sits on the canvas mumbling under his breath and reaching for his lower back. He is stunned to see Psycho beginning to roll towards his feet yet again, prompting him to twist around to his hands and knees, waiting to uncoil the diamond cutter.

Psycho slowly begins to rise, his body enflamed with pain as he stands up and turns towards Christian who lunges into the air for the diamond cutter. He’s on the verge of connecting before Psycho grabs his arms and pulls them around Savior’s neck, countering into the Psychotic Episode.

He drops back and delivers the move only for Savior to flip over, landing right on his feet. The graceful World Champion then charges in reverse, hitting the cables and coming back at a rising Psycho. He jumps into the air, landing on Psycho’s shoulders when the big man counters into a sit-out powerbomb. The impact shakes the ring as Psycho leans forward into the back of Savior’s legs.

Christian launches his shoulder from the ring, just narrowly avoiding defeat. Psycho falls to his back as both men lay in the ring looking spent.

Comeau: Psycho again mere seconds away from pinning the World Heavyweight Champion.

Moore: Oh, how sad, he would have been happy, happy enough to pick flowers and watch Spongebob.

The crowd is screaming and cheering on Psycho, trying to motivate him to get up. Every movement causes him greater pain yet he starts to stand regardless, attempting to continue his dominance. Savior remains sprawled out across the canvas, looking very exhausted while Psycho yet again begins to approach one of the turnbuckles.

He turns his back to the corner and begins to step up it, obviously going for that big splash yet again. The fans are really getting pumped up, wondering rather Psycho is indeed going to squash Savior here. He balances himself out and prepares to lunge across the ring when his eyes shoot towards the stage, filling with confusion.

His pupils try to focus on the figure now residing on the stage, an individual adorned in the very mask that Psycho use to wear to hide his burns.

Comeau: What in the world? Why is somebody standing on the stage in that Psycho mask?

Moore: Well it is Halloween. I know, because I have a bag full of candy.

Psycho tilts his head in utter confusion, blinking awkwardly as he watches the individual adorned in his old mask now moving towards the ring. The mysterious person behind the mask does not look away from Psycho as he continues in the direction of the squared circle.

Suddenly it dawns on Psycho what is happening, his attention shifting back to the rising Savior, realizing he was being distracted. He now launches himself out of the corner, flying straight at Christian who catches him in mid-air with the spear.

Psycho is driven violently into the ring with Christian landing on his knees at his side, breathing heavily. He now turns and hooks his leg with the fans screaming.

To their shock Psycho kicks out, launching his shoulder from the ring. Christian is shaking his head, refusing to believe that Psycho avoided defeat even after the spear. He runs his hands psychotically through his hair and now bends forward looking for the diamond cutter.

Comeau: Psycho somehow kicking out after the spear and now he’s actually getting up.

Moore: That Psycho mask must be motivating him, just like my Power Ranger’s costume motivates me.

Psycho finally forces himself to his feet when Christian jumps into the air, catching him around the neck for the diamond cutter. However, Psycho reaches out and grabs the arms of the World Champion, snapping back into the Psychotic Episode. The back of Savior’s head slams with great force into the ring, causing him to roll to his side in a dazed state.

Comeau: The PSYCHOTIC EPISODE! Psycho may score a huge win.

Susie: And I may go into a candy induced coma.

Savior is still laid out as Psycho crawls sluggishly into the cover, falling on top of him with the lateral press. The referee begins to make the count to a rousing response from the crowd.

Mark: Psycho is about to beat the champion!

The hand comes down to make the final count when the referee is dragged out of the ring by the man in the Psycho mask. The ref lands on his feet when the mysterious individual headbunts Fitzpatrick between the eyes with his steel mask.

Comeau: DAMMIT! Fitzpatrick was just taken out by this weirdo in the Psycho mask.

Susie: That looked like it caused a major boo-boo.

Fitzpatrick is out and as a result one would surmise that this match is over. This realization doesn’t stop Psycho from reaching over the ropes and grabbing the masked man around the jaw. He pulls him up onto the apron, trying to drag him into the ring to destroy the man who just cost him this match.

As soon as the masked individual is pulled onto the apron by the ravenous Psycho, he takes him around the neck, pulling him down into a stunner across the top rope. The impact chokes Psycho and sends him staggering backwards to the center of the ring, where he turns into another spear from a recovered Savior.

Mark: And now Savior and this masked man have just taken out Psycho. What is going on here tonight?

Susie: This is no way to win the costume party.

Psycho continues to lay on the canvas, trying to recover after that shocking spear. All the while the mystery man in the mask climbs up on the apron, slipping through the ropes into the ring. He slowly steps over top of Psycho, twisting and tilting his head as he stares down at his unconscious, disfigured face.

THE REVEOLUTION OF DOOM

From the backstage area now strolls the Submission Champion Pat Evans, Krissie McMorris and Dan Douglas. The trio stroll towards the ring with the fans becoming even more perplexed. All the while Christian Savior reaches through the ropes, taking hold of a microphone, actually forcing it out of Kailey Worf’s grasp.

Comeau: The entire Conspiracy sans Sallie coming to the ring. What is this all about?

Moore: Maybe they’re bringing me better candy. I hate all this candy corn I was given.

Evans slides into the ring and remains on his knees as his eyes interlock with the gentlemen in the Psycho mask. An uneasy smile comes to Pat’s face while Douglas steps to one side of this masked man and Krissie now occupies the other. They all continue to stand triumphant over the unconscious Psycho as Savior begins to scream irrationally into the microphone.

Savior: A revolution. A REVOLUTION!?! That’s what you want!?!

The intense World Champion, who now has the title back over his shoulder after finagling it away from Kailey, breaks down into laughter.

Christian: Well the revolution is just as POWERLESS as your pleas and your desires.

As this statement is made Savior points down at the unconscious Psycho.

Savior: Sure there may be a revolution brewing, but the Conspiracy’s brilliance just dominated one of its biggest supporters. Let his misery serve as an example to anyone who tries to defy us. Look at him; look at how he was played and destroyed. If you opt to grow a back bone we’ll shatter your spine not through physicality, but through brilliance.

He taps his temple several times to emphasize his point while laughing between deep breathes. The microphone is now extended towards a chuckling Douglas, who graciously takes hold of it.

Dan Douglas: And now you’ll see the extent of our combined intellect. Long ago I made a promise that no one was safe, that nobody could be trusted, because anyone, from your boyhood idol to your hair dresser could be a member of the Conspiracy. Nobody, absolutely no one can be trusted, and how can you build a revolution when you’re surrounded by people who don’t even believe in your cause?

The boos almost drown out Douglas’ dialogue before the President continues.

Douglas: Any revolution is destined for failure because anybody on this roster could be aligned with us, like this man…

A palm is extended out towards the individual in the Psycho mask, his eyes seem to be filled with confusion and confliction. Krissie rubs the masked figure’s shoulder with a plotting smile on her face.

Dan: It’s time to take the mask off and reveal the NEWEST member of the Conspiracy. The wise soul who will help us even the odds against any doomed revolution. The FUTURE…

The crowd is shocked as the mask is slipped off of the man’s face by a blushing McMorris.

Douglas: Nathan Creed!

All those amassed in the building are stunned, in complete shock over Nathan Creed’s betrayal. They can’t swallow that he was the man behind the mask. They find it even harder to accept that Nathan is a member of the Conspiracy.

Mark: There’s NO WAY.

Moore: That guy with the box head is a member of the Conspiracy? Wowzers.

Screams continue to resonate from the fans as Nathan stares back and forth, wondering why he’s being booed. Krissie whispers something into his ear rather diabolically as Psycho begins to regain some of his consciousness, looking up with despair at his own brother.

Douglas: Nathan Creed has seen the light and he has come to terms with what is good for this business. He’s realized that instead of taking, it’s time to give back, to lend a helping hand to the REAL stars, Pat Evans and Christian Savior. It starts tonight, because not only has he just destroyed the leader of this revolution physically as well as mentally, but he’s also about to team with Pat Evans to advance in the Quest for the Crowns tournament.

Dan chuckles, as well as Christian and Krissie. Creed looks back and forth at everyone chuckling so he starts to laugh himself, although it’s apparent that he doesn’t know what he’s chuckling about. An emotionless Evans stands back without so much as cracking a grin.

Douglas turns towards the entry way and begins to motion towards the ring.

Dan: So bring yourselves out here Team Gender Confusion, because after the break the Submission Champion and the newest member of the Conspiracy are going to move one step closer to taking back the Tag Team Titles.

The camera zooms in on the bewildered eyes of Creed, who almost appears to have no idea what is going on. All the while Krissie plays with one of his ears and whispers sweet nothings to him.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

HELLKAT & ROBIN BROOKS
VS.
PAT EVANS & ???
QUEST FOR THE CROWNS

The scene comes back live to the ring where Nathan Creed is now standing across from Pat Evans. The Submission Champion strolls cautiously towards the former World Champion, reaching out and patting him on the shoulder. Creed gives him an unusual stare before looking over his shoulder at Krissie McMorris who is at ringside.

Nathan: So he’s one of my best friends?

Krissie: The best.

Nathan turns back towards Evans, appearing terribly confused while Pat continues to reassuringly pat him on the shoulder.

Comeau: Well welcome back to Riot! after a shocking series of events which have led to the revelation of Nathan Creed as the newest member of the Conspiracy. I still can’t believe it, anyone but Nathan.

Moore: Maybe it’s really Adolf Hitler in a Nathan mask.

Mark: Although I have no idea what Nathan’s motives are, he will now team with Pat Evans to take on Hellkat and Robin Brooks in what has already been a shocking Quest for the Crowns tournament.

Evans gives Creed a thumbs up as the sorrowful sounds of a musicbox fill the arena as the image of a tiny plastic ballerina can be seen slowly spinning on the Jumbotron. Flames can be seen licking over the wooden box, which begins to blacken and scortch. The ballerina slowly melting as she dances.

The final tone of the music box echoes as the charred figure ceases spinning and begins to burn.

Fragment of twilight
Trace of existence
Find the connection
Inside my dream
Heart of illusion
Ancestral wisdom
Mystical fusion, pure energy

Pyro explodes with near-deafening intensity on the entry ramp as Dreamquest's "Energy" blasts over the PA. The demonic Hellkat walks out onto the entry ramp, a grin on her fanged face as the crowd embraces her through cheers.

Hellkat runs down to the ring and slides in. She quickly jumps up onto a turnbuckle, raising one fist in the air while making the throat cutting sign with her other hand.

Mark: Not only are we seeing the first time ever paring of Evans and Creed, but now we’re witnessing the first time ever teaming of Brooks and this woman.

Moore: FIRST TIME EVE….

Comeau: Don’t even start that again, PLEASE! It’ll be interesting to see how Hellkat and Robin function as a team in this match.

Susie: Team Anti-Testosterone will do great.

Mark: I’m sure they will, especially now that Hellkat is driven for revenge against Evans after Pat put her on display for Hurse and Matt Hodges earlier tonight.

The crowd is buzzing as Hellkat drops down from the turnbuckle and turns just in time to be popped across the jaw from Evans. The shot knocks her backwards into the corner as Pat begins to stomp her repeatedly to the ribs.

Mark: Oh pewey, Pat Evans attacking Hellkat before the bell could even ring.

Hellkat is caught off guard by this assault as Evans now turns, motioning for Creed. Nathan appears conflicted as he steps towards Hellkat, joining in with stomps to her mid-section. She is too overcome to amount much of a quick comeback before the crowd starts to scream at the sight of Robin Brooks.

Comeau: And here comes Hellkat’s tag team partner to save the day sans Sarah Palin costume.

Moore: Now all she needs is a lasso and some tight fitting spandex.

Robin jumps to the apron and grabs the top rope, springing to it quickly. Evans and Creed spin around and begin to move towards her when Robin flies off the top cable, flipping forward and crashing back first into both of her opponents. Evans and Creed collapse to the ring with Robin rolling off of them.

Mark: And she enters the ring with a breathtaking senton.

Susie: I thought Hellkat was the one who was suppose to steal people’s breath.

The fans are actually jumping in support of Robin, the X-Class Champion twisting around onto her elbows and knees. Pat stands up and turns towards her when Robin goes up into a headstand, her legs falling on top of his shoulders. She snaps over backwards into a modified head scissors, sending the Submission Champion flipping over onto his seat.

As soon as he lands in the seated position Hellkat flies off of the second rope of the turnbuckle and connects with a front dropkick to his sternum. Evans is knocked to his back with Hellkat rolling away to her feet and motioning for the Black Widow.

Robin steps in with inquisitive eyes, sticking out her hand for a shake.

Robin: Excellent, I knew you’d come around and start working with the Alpha Gener….

Before she can finish her statement Hellkat scoops her up into the air and slams her down back first across Evans’ stomach, employing her as a weapon.

Robin reaches for her kidneys while rising to her feet, shooting an angered glare in Hellkat’s direction.

Brooks: What do you think your doing.

Now Hellkat puts her in a side headlock and charges at the slowly standing Creed. She uses Robin’s head as a battering ram against Creed’s ribs, knocking him to the canvas. Brooks steps back and swipes her palms over the top of her skull.

Robin: Would you STOP doing that?

Comeau: Robin taking offense to being used as a human weapon.

Susie: My parents use to throw me at people all the time, so it shouldn’t be that big of a deal.

Hellkat tilts her head, looking truly apologetic while slowly crouching to look up into Robin’s flustered eyes.

Hellkat: Aw, I’m real sorry. Let’s hug like girls do.

Robin is speculative before forcing and smile and stepping towards Hellkat with her arms extended out to her sides. That’s when Hellkat bends down, catching Brooks by the thighs and throwing her over her head at an upright Creed. The Black Widow lands on Nathan’s shoulders and snaps back into the hurricarana.

Nathan hits the ring hard, rolling across it and gripping at his spine. He rolls to the outside of the ring where Krissie steps towards him, palming both sides of his face soothingly. Inside of the ring Robin grabs Hellkat by the shoulder, spinning her around so that they are face to face.

Hellkat shrugs her shoulders in reply to the angered Brooks when Pat comes charging in, leveling them both with a double lariat. The crowd reacts with disgust while a smirking Evans steps forward into the ropes, leaning on them for support. His snide grin exacerbates the rage of the fans as he now turns, placing his palms to his knees, waiting for Brooks to get up.

As soon as Robin stands she walks into a thrust kick to the jaw. The shot sends her staggering backwards into the ropes and falling through them. She lands right out in front of Nathan. Creed looks towards Krissie who gives him a nod, prompting Nathan to swoop in upon the aching Brooks. He snatches hold of her, dragging Robin to her feet then scoop slamming her down hard to the outside mats.

Comeau: Oh, and now Robin may be completely taken out of this match.

Susie: You mean Hellkat won’t be able to throw her at people? That’s sad.

Hellkat begins to stand with the assistance of the cables, turning into a hard knife edge chop across the sternum. Pat now back elbows her hard to the side of the head then takes her by the wrist. Hellkat is whipped into the cables yet she stops just short of them and lunges into the air.

The feline fighter twists around in mid-air, landing on the second rope then springing off towards Evans. Pat side steps his inbound opponent though, catching her across the sternum and dragging her down out of the air into a STO backbreaker.

Hellkat is bent over the knee of Evans in a very disturbing position before Pat stands her upright, wrapping his arms around her neck. He now connects with a downward spiral, planting Hellkat hard face first into the ring.

She rolls to her back as Evans steps onto her throat, remaining there as he reaches out for the tag. Nathan climbs back to the apron and slaps his outstretched hand, prompting Creed to enter the ring.

He immediately steps to Hellkat’s opposite side as he and Evans connect with a double elbow drop to her sternum. Hellkat sits up reaches for her sternum while Creed slips in behind her, applying the rear naked choke.

Comeau: Nathan with the rear chin lock on Hellkat. This is just so surreal, watching Nathan team with Pat Evans. They are two of the best technical wrestlers in the world, but seeing Nathan sell his soul is just disgusting.

Susie: No, disgusting is the hair in my armpit. I have it braided.

Nathan twists and wrenches back and forth on the rear chinlock but his heart just doesn’t seem to be into this match, almost as if he’s conflicted by what he’s doing. Hellkat slowly begins to rise to her feet, capitalizing on Nathan’s bewilderment while Pat shouts at Creed to put some emphasis on the hold.

Nothing will stop the vicious kitty as she rises to her feet, trying to fight out of the hold, turning and elbowing Nathan right to his ribs. The shot doubles Creed over and allows Hellkat to slip free, rushing into the ropes in front of him.

She bounces off and comes back in at Nathan who side steps her and takes her around the neck, applying the sleeper hold to screams from the crowd. Hellkat flails her arms and tries to get free as quickly as she possibly can, having the air completely cut off to her head.

Hellkat reaches back with her hands and digs her fingers into Creed’s eyes, raking them and causing him to break the sleeper. She begins to rush forward when Nathan grabs the back of her tights, pulling her backwards into a reverse waistlock, setting up for the German suplex.

Comeau: This isn’t good for Hellkat.

Moore: Nor the big cuddly kitty’s biggest fan, me!

Somehow Robin has recovered, sliding into the ring and then rushing right at Hellkat and Creed. Her partner bends forward, causing Nathan to double over as well. As a result Robin jumps over them both, catching Nathan around the waist and pulling him down into a sunset flip.

Nathan falls back and German suplexes Hellkat. Somehow the graceful kitty flips over and lands with feline poise on her feet to a tremendous reaction. All the while Nathan rolls in reverse out of the sunset flip and back to his feet only to have Hellkat dropkick him right between the shoulder blades.

Creed is sent reeling forward into Robin who wedges her feet to his ribs and monkey flips him over onto the canvas. Nathan crashes to the canvas across his back, immediately reaching for his kidneys and trying to stand up. He just gets to his knees when Hellkat grabs Robin by the arm, dragging her to her side.

They place their arms over one another’s shoulders and then rush forward, simultaneously connecting with two front dropkicks. All four boots land squarely to Nathan’s jaw, knocking him to the canvas as Robin now rolls out of the ring and Hellkat crawls into the lateral press.

Creed launches his shoulder from the ring, refusing to be bested. This prompts Hellkat to roll across the ring and stick out her foot towards Robin on the apron. The Black Widow rolls her eyes and slaps the outstretched foot before jumping over the ropes into the ring.

Comeau: Robin officially getting the tag into this wild Quest for the Crowns match.

Susie: Boo, put the cat back in, I’m going to get her a tail surgically grafted to her behind.

The flustered Nathan begins to stand up when Robin jabs him to the cheek, then does it again. She now places him in a side headlock, beginning to jab him over and over again to the forehead as he rises to his feet. That’s when Nathan stands upright and lifts Robin up into the air on his shoulder in a back drop suplex position. He falls to his knees, hitting a backbreaker across his shoulder.

Robin screams in pain as she falls to her feet in front of Nathan who takes her around the waist and snaps back into a German suplex with the bridge.

Brooks lobs her shoulder from the ring, dropping over onto her elbows and knees. Creed stands up and steps over her arms, hooking them up then falling to the canvas, pulling her down into a modified crucifix pin.

Robin launches her shoulder from the ring yet again. It appears that Nathan is starting to get a little more into this action as he raises Robin to their feet. Brooks has got her second wind as she charges at Creed only for Nathan to bend forward catching her against his shoulder.

He now drops back into a bridging northern lights suplex.

Robin kicks out once more as Nathan drops down to her side and now swings around grabbing her wrist.

Comeau: Nathan with several close pinfall attempts on Robin. These two are certainly no strangers to one another, who will ever forget their legendary X-Class title bout at Paranoia IV?

Susie: Me. And who cares about Robin, we should be worshipping Hellkat. She’s the queen of the felines.

Nathan continues to maintain his grasp on the wrist as he drags Robin across the ring towards his corner. He reaches out with his free hand and tags in Evans, who slips through the ropes eyeing Krissie McMorris at ringside. She winks in his direction as Pat grins, the two apparently in on something that Creed isn’t aware of.

Pat motions for Nathan to do something as Creed takes the hair of Robin, rolling her to her feet and then sticking her head under his seat. He lifts Brooks into the air in a powerbomb position as Pat jumps up high, catching Robin around the neck. She’s dropped into a combination sit-out powerbomb/reverse neckbreaker.

This move inflicts a lot of damage on Robin’s body as Pat slips around on his knees, lunging into the lateral press.

Hellkat rushes into the ring and jumps into the air, delivering a double stomp to Pat’s back, breaking up the pinfall. She now drops into a sideways roll under the ropes as Evans arches his back, gritting his teeth.

Moore: The kitty comes to the rescue again. I told you she was just as powerful as the Lion-O of the Thundercats and equally as buff.

Mark: Hellkat stopping her partner from being pinned, and Robin really needs to snap out of this funk she’s found herself in.

An irritates Evans stands up and drops his knee directly into Robin’s forehead, causing her to sit up reaching for her cranium in pain. That’s when Evans takes hold of one of her arm, shooting a half nelson and at the same time pulling on her jaw, twisting her head in an awkward position.

Comeau: Evans and Creed continuing to show how technically versed they are, breaking Brooks down methodically.

Robin shakes her free hand out to her side, the X-Class Champion trying valiantly to reach her feet. Evans refuses to let this happen as he puts as much pressure as possible into the hold. Both athletes begin to reach their feet when Evans utilizes the half nelson to spin Robin around, pulling her head under his seat.

He lifts her up into the air, holding Brooks upside down before dropping to his seat with the piledriver. The top of Brooks’ head collides hard with the canvas as she now flops into the air and comes down across her back.

Robin lays on the ring almost lifelessly at this point as Evans rolls her over onto her stomach then lunges into the air, delivering a leg drop to the back of her head. Brooks convulses on the ring as a result while Evans slides around on the canvas locking in a front chancery at this point.

Susie: Come on Hellkat, help your partner, save Cheetara from that evil Mumm-Ra.

Comeau: Um, what she said.

Pat squeezes and wrenches at Robin’s head with all of his upper body strength. He seems to relish this opportunity to be beating up on Hurse’s girlfriend yet again as she tries her best to stand up. Her body has received far too much punishment at this point, severally debilitating her upward moment.

Somehow, despite her physical agony, Brooks is able to start scooting sideways in the direction of the ropes. She sticks out her foot, attempting to place it over the bottom cable when Pat rolls away from the ropes, pulling her along with him. They end up in the center of the ring at this point with Evans maintaining the front chancery.

Moore: Fight it Cheetara, fight it!

Mark: Robin trying her best to find a way out of this hold, but after the physicality she’s suffered it might be an impossibility.

Robin agonizingly starts to force herself up to her feet but Evans blasts her over the upper back. This shot causes her to fall back to her knees, all the air being cut off from her head. Just as it seems that all hope is lost Robin pushes herself forward into Evans’ ribs and lifts up on his legs.

As a result Pat falls onto his back, Robin flipping forward into the jackknife cover.

Evans kicks out and is forced to break the front chancery in the process. He rolls to his side while Brooks does the same, both athletes rushing to their feet. Evans goes for another thrust kick to Brooks’ face only for her to duck down out of the way. He now spins around as Robin lunges into the air, almost taking his head off with a leg lariat.

Pat is knocked to the canvas with Brooks landing beside him, totally spent at this point. Hellkat paces impatiently on the apron as Evans begins to show signs of life, along with Brooks. Both competitors turn to their sides and get to their elbows and knees, sluggishly crawling towards their partners.

Comeau: This may just be the opportunity that Robin was looking for.

Moore: Make the tag Cheetara, make the tag!

Hellkat has her arm extended as far as possible into the ring, her fingers twiddling with anticipation for the tag. Robin begins to reach up for the tag when her ankle is grabbed from behind by Evans. The Submission Champion stands up behind Brooks, establishing the ankle lock. He twists it violently as Robin screams in pain.

The X-Class Champion buries her face into her palms, Hellkat leaning even further into the top rope and reaching even further for the tag.

Comeau: Evans has got the ankle picked and he’s keeping Robin from making the tag.

Several of the fans are actually cheering and slapping the barricades as they don’t want to see Hellkat lose this match through Robin’s inability to escape the hold. Pat rips at her ankle violently when Robin suddenly ducks her head, rolling forward. As a result Pat is launched forward into one of the turnbuckles, hitting it hard sternum first.

Robin continues to roll forward behind him now and reaches out making the tag. Hellkat grabs the top rope and pulls herself over it, twisting around in mid-air to face the back of Evans. He stands up in the corner just as Hellkat wedges her knees to his back and pulls pull him down into the back cracker.

Evans bounces off of the knees and crashes to the canvas, rolling around in pain. Creed promptly enters the ring and rushes towards Hellkat who nips up to her feet and now flips over backwards into the pele kick. Her shin connects right against Nathan’s face as both athletes crumble to the canvas amongst a wave of applause.

Moore: Look at how good she’s doing, and she didn’t even need a Snarf.

Comeau: Hellkat entering the ring and unloading on her opponents with some sensational offense.

The quick and nimble Hellkat rises to her feet just as Evans does the same. Evans surprises her with a boot to the ribs then whips her into the ropes. The vicious kitty bounces from the cables and goes into a cartwheel before back flipping over top of the inbound arm of Evans, avoiding his lariat in a truly unique fashion.

Evans doesn’t even have time to spin around before his arm is hooked and he’s hoisted into a half nelson. Helkat displays her strength by twisting Pat around into a DDT from the half nelson position.

The Submission Champion is driven hard face first into the ring, rolling to his back in a spent condition. Hellkat promptly rises to her feet as Nathan staggers to his own. He throws a chop at Hellkat only to walk into a hard spinning back heel kick to the ribs.

That’s when Robin enters the ring and steps up his side, connecting with a hard enzugari to the back of his head. The shot knocks Nathan forward into a front chancery by Hellkat. She is shocked as Robin steps in and also puts Creed in a front chancery, both ladies dropping back into a double suplex.

Nathan crashes back first into Pat’s ribs, causing both men to writhe in agony.

Comeau: Hellkat and Robin working as a team.

Susie: It was more fun when Robin was being used as a weapon.

Brooks and Hellkat stand as Robin immediately confronts her partner.

Brooks: See, isn’t this better? We’re working as a team now, we’re getting along famously. Join the Alpha Generation and there will be a lot more of this.

Hellkat: Yeah, yeah, yeah, your boyfriend saw my hooters.

This revelation leaves Robin stunned, confused and disgusted all in the same, especially with the way Hellkat put it so bluntly.

Robin: WHAT!?!

Instinctively Robin pulls back her arm and launches it in the form of a lariat at Hellkat’s throat. She ducks the blow and instead it connects to the throat of a rising Evans, knocking him back down to the canvas. Nathan stands up with the use of the corner, leaning against it for support while Robin turns her vengeful eyes to her partner.

She rushes at Hellkat yet again when her tag team associate side steps her and pushes Brooks along into a big splash on the dazed Creed.

Hellkat now swipes her palms against each other when Evans sneaks up behind her, catching her around the neck and dropping into a layout reverse DDT. The back of her head hits the ring hard while Evans begins to stand up, Robin turning and rushing in his direction.

He cuts her off though by stepping forward and catching her with an inside leg trip. Robin crashes onto her back with her ankle raising into the air, Evans quickly snatching it and trying to apply the painful submission. However, Brooks wedges her feet to his sternum and shoves him off backwards into the ropes. He bounces off and comes back in at Robin who has rolled backwards to her feet.

As soon as she stands up Evans catches her with a running STO, driving her right back down to the canvas. The ever so vicious Submission Champ rises back to his feet and turns towards Hellkat who suddenly pushes herself up into a headstand, locking her legs around Pat’s neck and flipping him over into a modified hurricarana.

The crowd erupts as Evans rolls across the ring and spills under the ropes, Hellkat beginning to stand up when Creed rushes out of the corner and almost beheads her with a vicious big boot. The shot knocks Hellkat off of her feet and does the same to Nathan, both athletes tumbling to the canvas side by side amongst a wave of screams from the fans.

Mark: What a brutal boot!

Susie: That could have knocked her teeth out. How will she eat her Royal Canin?

Hellkat holds her mouth as she rolls across the ring into the corner, sluggishly beginning to pull herself upwards. She gets to her feet somehow when Creed charges in, lunging high into the air then twisting into a hard back elbow. The point of his elbow connects with Hellkat’s sternum, inflicting some damage.

Creed now reaches back and takes Hellkat around the neck, rushing out of the corner for the diamond cutter. However, Hellkat pushes him off straight towards a rising Brooks, who springs into the air connecting with a spinning heel kick.

Her heel catches Creed across the forehead, knocking him backwards into Hellkat who spins him around into the leg sweep DDT. Unfortunately she is too dazed to chain this together with a series of the same maneuvers, as she lays on the canvas beside Creed.

Despite her winded nature she crawls into the cover.

Creed lobs his shoulder from the ring, preventing being defeated.

Comeau: Hellkat and Brooks finally showing some cohesiveness but it wasn’t enough to finish off Creed.

Moore: I like cohesives, especially when their in my mouth.

Mark: Cohesive Susie, not contraceptives.

The fans are dismayed by Nathan’s kick out as Hellkat slowly begins to rise to her feet. She just reaches an upright base when the Black Widow steps in and kicks her to the gut then drags her down into a stunner. The impact sends Hellkat flying backwards across the ring, crashing to her back with the fans disgusted by Robin’s jealous reaction.

Mark: Oh no, Robin just gave Hellkat, her very own partner the stunner!

Susie: Why can’t they get along like the Power Puff Girls?

Hellkat drops onto her back and rolls under the ropes to the outside, spilling to the mats. All the while Robin gets to her feet, screaming at the tattooed kitty.

Brooks: Nobody ever, EVER, sneaks around with MY Steven.

Before she can get her sentence fully out Evans sneaks up behind Brooks and catches her with the Spinal Tap right across his knee. Nathan also crawls across the ring into the cover on the stunned Hellkat, hooking both of her legs. The official has no idea who the legal person is as he drops down and makes the count.

Pure vile is unleashed from the fans as Nathan has just pinned Hellkat.

Comeau: I don’t believe it, the Conspiracy advances in this tournament after Robin gave her own partner the stunner.

Moore: Not my precious Hellkitty. Blast you and your warped penis Robin!

The fans are still expressing their outrage as Evans strolls towards his partner, grabbing Nathan’s arm and leading him to his feet. Krissie backs up the ramp clapping and motioning for the Conspiracy members.

Creed follows her like a drone, slipping through the ropes and falling to the mats. He now starts up the ramp while Evans rolls out of the ring as well, retrieving his Submission tile. A grin inhabits his face as he stares at the laid out Hellkat, having gotten a measure of revenge after her victory last week.

Nathan steps into Krissie who takes him around the neck and plants a big kiss on his cheek. She, Creed, and the smirking Evans continue up the ramp, quite proud of themselves.

Mark: The Conspiracy advances to the next round of the Quest for the Crowns tournament after a shocking turn of events.

Susie: Robin and her jealousy of Hellkat’s six bosoms proved disastrous for their partnership.

Comeau: And it looks like Robin isn’t through just yet.

An aching Brooks rolls to the outside mats, holding her back after the Spinal Tap and now reaching under the ring. A loud chorus of boos emits from the fans as Robin snatches a chair out from under the ring, perhaps preparing to assault Hellkat even further.

Mark: Come on Robin, isn’t it enough that you cost Hellkat this match and were dressed as Sarah Palin?

Moore: Sarah Palin is pretty horrible.

The X-Class Champion stands up and slams the chair against the apron, looking as if she’s absolutely lost it. Just as she begins to climb to the apron and enter the ring, the fans rejoice at the sight of Axl Evermore and Max Craven sliding into the squared circle. Both men step to opposite sides of the recovering Hellkat with fists clinched, ready for anything that Robin may throw at them.

Mark: Fully Loaded coming out here to Hellkat’s.

Moore: The Thundercats are all together now!

Max and Axl motion for the X-Class Champion to enter the ring but instead Brooks drops to the outside mats. She throws down the chair and eyes the recovering Hellkat in anger.

Robin: This isn’t over.

She points straight at Hellkat who doesn’t look very concerned by these threats.

MISTAKES

A despondent Orlando Cruze is seated in his personal dressing room backstage, planted on a small metal chair in the middle of an empty broom closet. His face is embraced by both of his palms as he leans forward into them, having just heard the news about Nathan Creed’s apparent betrayal. As much as he tries, the Icon just can’t come to grips with this revelation as he finds himself trapped alone on an island surrounded by piranhas.

Orlando….

Those same despair ridden eyes now fill with fury as they raise to take in the sight of Sallie. She cautiously approaches him with a sympathetic expression.

Sallie: Sorry to intrude on your solitude, I know you have to be a little upset about what just happened in the ring…

Orlando: A LITTLE UPSET!?!

The Icon stands and throws the chair out from under his body, sending it careening into a nearby wall. He steps threateningly towards Sallie who has little room to maneuver in this confined space.

Cruze: You don’t have the slightest notion of how I’m feeling. I can’t believe you’d even come in here trying to comfort me after all you’ve put me through. For all I know you’re the one who turned Nathan.

Sallie defensively holds her palms into the air.

Sallie: Like it or not I do know you Orlando, and I do know that you’ll never trust me.

Orlando: Your smarter than you look.

She hangs her head sadly.

Sallie: Like you Orlando I’ve made my fair share of mistakes, and I’m just starting to come to terms with that. I’ve got myself in with some very bad people Orlando, and now I’m wrapped up in something I’m not sure I can get out of.

Cruze’s face twists with repulsion.

Orlando: Who do you think I am? Dr. Phil? You want someone to listen to you, call a sex line, I’m not here to bail you out anymore, we all know what that got me in the past.

Sallie: I’m trying to apologize.

Cruze: Well you’re going to have to try a whole lot harder. Nothing you say will ever make up for what you’ve put me through. Do you think kind words are going to replace the amount of blood I lost in the Bluegrass Bloodbath? Do you think being polite and civil will fix hiring Christian Savior?

Sallie hangs her head even further.

Orlando: Nothing you say will ever make me forgive you.

Sallie: Then maybe I need to do something to make it up to you.

Suddenly she’s grabbed by the cheeks with one of Orlando’s massive hands. He squeezes her face tightly while staring into her terrified eyes with ravenous features.

Cruze: Don’t even try it. Just stay away from me.

He lets go of Sallie’s face as she now rubs at her cheeks.

Orlando: Now I’ve got to talk a friend out of making the same mistakes that you have.

Orlando turns and vacates the dressing room/broom closet, leaving Sallie behind truly dejected.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

RIGGS VS. AURORA ROSE

The show returns live to the inside of the Manhattan Center just as the Sacrament plays over the PA system. A loud reception is overheard from the fans as through the curtains emerges the shadowy apparition himself, Riggs. His long hair hangs in front of his face as he sulks into the stage, the new number one contender taking a brief gander at his surroundings. He now progresses towards the ring, receiving some heckles from the staunch Jason Wheeler supporters.

Comeau: Our main event of the evening is finally on tap and all I can say is thank God! This roller coaster of a Riot! is finally coming to an end here on Halloween night.

Susie: I hate roller coasters, the seat belts are too big to fasten my minus 2 sized waist in. And how unfair, Riggs gets to celebrate Halloween every day of the year.

Riggs slides into the ring and almost slithers across it into one of the far corners. He now leans against it while anxiously anticipating the arrival of his opposition.

Riggs continues to anticipate his opponent’s arrival when Skillet’s Open Wounds plays over the PA system, marking the arrival of Aurora Rose. She now moves through the curtains to the stage strangely adorned in the top half of a horse’s costume. David Freak steps out to her side, looking highly flabbergasted now that he’s dressed up as Sonny. Once he spots Aurora’s costume he throws his hands up into the air, giving up. The two move towards the ring arguing with one another before Aurora just removes the horse’s head and throws it down, becoming flabbergasted. She slides into the ring and throws up a rock gesture with her fist in the air.

Mark: It looks like neither Freak nor Aurora are on the same page with their matching costumes.

Susie: So Sonny was married to a horse?

Comeau: I guess that’s partially true.

Aurora continues to bicker with David on the outside of the ring, who feels ridiculous dressed up as Sonny. Riggs stands in his corner, keeping a watchful eye on his crafty opponent. He slowly starts to step forward when to a loud negative reaction Alex Ingelson comes rushing down the ramp dressed in his traditional referee apparel.

Comeau: What is this? Alex Ingelson, the Conspiracy’s personal referee is headed to the ring.

Susie: I hope he’s got some candy for me, I want some more peanut buttercups.

Mark: This has to be part of a Dan Douglas and Christian Savior plot to screw with the number one contender.

Riggs looks very unhappy as it relates to Ingelson’s presence. The referee slips into the ring with a huge smile on his face as he motions to his striped shirt and now calls for the bell. The Painted Warrior progresses towards Alex, getting up into his face as both men go nose to nose. Alex is already threatening to disqualify him if he so much as breathes in his direction.

That’s when Aurora rushes up behind Riggs, grabbing the back of his pants and pulling him down into the school boy.

Riggs kicks out, rolling over onto his knees when Aurora takes him around the head in a front chancery. S he now pulls him down into a small package. Ingelson falls to the canvas once again making a quick count.

The painted apparition again launches his shoulder from the ring. Riggs gets up and immediately glares at Alex over the speed of his count as he lifts his palms and backs away, acting innocent. That’s when Riggs’ arms are hooked from behind, Aurora dragging him down into a backslide.

Alex makes another very quick three count.

Riggs shoots his shoulder from the ring and falls over to a kneeling base once again. Aurora stands up in front of him and takes hold of his neck, dropping back into a hard DDT while Riggs was still on his knees.

Mark: Ingelson really distracting Riggs here in the early portion of this contest, fulfilling his job qualification apparently.

Moore: I hate Alex, he didn’t bring me any candy at all.

Riggs rolls across the canvas holding his head while Aurora is now in Ingelson’s face, threatening him to not screw with her on Krissie McMorris’ behalf. He again pleads ignorance while Aurora pounces on her battered opponent, popping him to the jaw with a forearm.

Riggs had just gotten to his knee when this assault started, Aurora leading him the rest of the way to his feet then whipping him across the ring. Riggs charges into the ropes, bouncing off and then coming back in at Aurora who bends forward for a back drop.

Riggs side steps her though and then grabs the back of Aurora’s head, jumping high into the air before dragging her down face first into the canvas. She slams off of the canvas forehead first then rises to her knees as Riggs steps in and takes her around the neck. Rose is hoisted into the air with Riggs’ strength advantage then dropped back into a running vertical suplex.

He then floats over into the cover with Ingelson dropping down to make the count. His hand moves like it’s stuck in malaises.

Aurora kicks out and Riggs glares furiously at the referee.

Comeau: Oh come on, you can’t tell me that was a fair count.

Susie: And you can’t tell me that Hellkat doesn’t possess the supernatural feline powers.

The menacing number one contender stands and approaches Ingelson, who backs up motioning to his shirt yet again, using it as a shield. David is shouting at Aurora, pleading with her to assault Riggs from behind.

She just gets to her feet and now rushes towards his back side when Riggs connects with a back heel kick to her ribs. The shot doubles Aurora over as Riggs spins around and delivers a straight punt like kick directly to her sternum. The hard strike causes Rose to stand up straight while Riggs steps back and moves forward for a punch to her face.

Before his fist can connect Alex hooks his arm from behind. His piercing eyes transfer immediately to the conniving face of Ingelson, who demands he not use the illegal closed fist.

Riggs spins to face him and grabs hold of his shirt with both hands, dragging Alex in close already. That’s when Aurora regains her senses, stepping up behind Riggs and jumping into the air. She wedges her knees to his back and pulls him down into the back stabber.

Susie: ROBERT DENIRO!

Mark: A brutal backstabber from Aurora on the again distracted Riggs.

Riggs drops to his side and rolls around, holding his kidneys in pain while Aurora crawls into the cover on him. Alex drops down and begins to make the count. This time however he changes up the speed of his count, doing so very slowly.

Riggs kicks out, just getting his shoulder up despite the slow cadence of Ingelson’s count.

Comeau: Now Alex is counting slowly. Since he couldn’t embarrass Riggs through a quick pin, now he’s trying to prolong this match as long as possible to wear him out.

Susie: Wow, you read his mind. Are you John Edwards?

The battered Riggs steadfastly forces himself upwards while Aurora is back in Ingelson’s face. The referee is stepping in reverse, once again begging off when Rose turns around to face the agonizing Riggs. She rushes forward and jumps into the air, sticking her leg out across the back of his head and dragging him down face first into the canvas with the fameouser.

Riggs bounces off of the ring and then rolls to his back, looking rather lifeless. All the while Aurora stands up and then flips forward, crashing back first across Riggs’ ribs. She now stands up at his opposite side and flips over backwards with a standing moonsault. She comes crashing down right on top of her sprawled out opponent, quickly hooking both of his legs.

Ingelson falls to his knees and again moves in slow motion while making the count. The speed of the count infuriates Freak on the outside of the ring.

Riggs once again beats the count as Aurora now stands up throwing an absolute fit. Ingelson shrugs his shoulders and sticks up two fingers, ensuring her that he beat the three count.

Comeau: This is just ridiculous, this main event is going to last all night long if Ingelson has anything to say about it.

Susie: Alex looks like a vampire, and vampires are real talkative, so I bet he has a lot to say.

Aurora opts to stay on Riggs rather than distract herself with Ingelson’s antics. She gets to her knees at her opponent’s side and begins to drill him to the face repeatedly with closed fists. Aurora stands and jumps into the air, catching tremendous height before crashing down knee first directly into his face.

The impact causes Riggs to sit up swiping his palms at his forehead in pain over this collision while Aurora dives at his back, delivering a European Uppercut to the back of his head.

Riggs falls to his side, grabbing at his cranium in pain while Aurora rolls across the ring under the ropes and to the apron. She stands up, anticipating Riggs’ upward ascension while David cheers her on from ringside.

As soon as Riggs reaches an upright base Aurora springs to the top rope and takes flight. She soars right towards Riggs who bends forward to avoid her flying forearm smash. She flies over his head as a result and then takes him around the waist, pulling him down into a sunset flip.

Riggs rolls backwards out of the sunset flip position, ending up on his feet then lunging forward for the shinning wizard. Aurora drops to her back, avoiding the strike as Riggs lands on his feet behind her. She now spins around onto her knees, facing Riggs’ backside and then taking hold of his shins. She pulls them out from under him and sends Riggs crashing to the canvas face first.

Comeau: Aurora avoiding the shinning wizard and taking Riggs down, neither of these two willing to let themselves be sidetracked by Ingelson.

Susie: Is sidetracked anything like Star Trek, because Patrick Stewart’s head frightens me.

Aurora lunges to her feet then rushes into the ropes in front of the crawling Riggs. She bounces off of the cables and comes back in at Riggs who stands up catching her with the tilt a whirl.

Somehow Rose slips out of the tilt a whirl and lands on her feet in front of Riggs, jumping into the air and wedging her feet to his ribs. She is going for the monkey flip when Riggs reaches up grabbing one of her wrists then twisting his body. The Painted Warrior pulls Aurora out of the monkey flip position and into a fireman’s carry counter that has the crowd enthused.

He rushes across the ring and drives the back of Aurora’s head into the turnbuckle then spins around and steps to the center of the squared circle. He pushes her around into a TKO diamond cutter.

Rose’s face slams hard into the ring as she now rolls onto her back, Riggs scrambling into the lateral press.

Ingelson’s count abruptly stops once he reaches for his shoulder, acting as if he’s strained a muscle.

Susie: Uh oh, looks like Alex pulled something.

Comeau: YEAH RIGHT. He’s once again purposely delaying the speed of his count. This is almost too appalling to watch.

Moore: Just like the new 90210, talk about blasphemy. Somebody please save us from Tori Spelling’s face!

The crowd has become just as enraged as the Painted Warrior, who slides his palm down his features now faced with this conundrum. Alex stands up in front of him, pointing to his shoulder as Riggs looks like he’s willing to let Ingelson off the hook, perhaps coming to his senses. However, Alex spews out some orders in the form of obscenities towards the conflicted Riggs.

There is no longer any hesitation as Riggs scoops Ingelson up into the air and onto his shoulder, setting up for the Hopskotch. That’s when through the curtains emerges Christian Savior, Pat Evans and Nathan Creed, the Conspiracy trio occupying the top of the ramp. The World Championship adorns Savior’s shoulder and repulsion inhabits his eyes at the sight of Riggs.

Mark: And if Ingelson being out here wasn’t bad enough now here comes the Conspiracy, with their newest initiate Nathan Creed.

Susie: Uh oh, I think the Conspiracy is about to leggo Riggs’ eggos.

At the mere sight of them Riggs drops Ingelson and slips through the ropes, starting up the ramp right towards the Conspiracy. Apparently he is a man of his word, literally throwing away this match in favor of the revolution and avenging what happened to Psycho earlier in the night.

Savior encourages Riggs to brawl with them while Alex stands up in the ring, starting the ten count. Riggs stops half way up the ramp when he realizes that he’s being counted out by the corrupt Conspiracy referee. That’s when Savior is clubbed violently from behind by Psycho, having recovered from the earlier attack.

Comeau: Wait, now Psycho is out here getting payback. Will anything keep this man down?

Susie: Explosives?

A demented twinkle and a twisted grin comes to Riggs’ face as he watches Psycho dish out punishment to a shocked Conspiracy. He delivers straight right hands to both Pat Evans’ and Nathan’s faces. They try to cover up but are completely caught off guard by these blows.

Mark: Psycho just unloading with jaw busting blows on the Conspiracy.

The shots have his rivals reeling as Riggs turns back towards the ring, shocked to spot Aurora flying over the top rope. She comes crashing down with a dive right into Riggs’ sternum as both men crash to the outside mats.

Susie: Aurora is just like Wonder Woman! Now where is her invisible plane?

Comeau: Well if it’s invisible it’s not like you’d see it anyway.

Moore: I’m not following you.

Chaos continues to consume the stage and ramp area as Psycho brawls with his own brother towards the ring. Although it appears Creed has no idea who Psycho even is at this point. Aurora grabs Riggs’ hair while David steps in and helps her lead him to his feet.

He is incredibly dazed as he’s rolled back into the ring and Aurora climbs up onto the apron. She holds the top rope and pulls herself up onto it, twisting so that her spine is facing her laid out painted opponent. Aurora now moonsaults down right across Riggs’ sternum before throwing herself forward into the lateral press.

Alex Ingelson watches this in confusion, wondering what he can do to further delay this match. He now abruptly grabs his chest and pretends to be having a heart attack, dropping to the canvas and flopping around. Aurora rolls her eyes, absolutely disgusted by Alex’s horrible acting and the fact that victory was seemingly snatched from her grasps.

Moore: Oh no, somebody call an ambulance or the Justice League!

Mark: I think neither are needed, what Alex really requires is a better acting coach.

On the outside of the ring Psycho has backed Nathan into the apron, slugging him repeatedly across the jaw. That’s when Savior and Evans pounce on the monster, connecting with repeated forearm strikes over his upper back.

Psycho drops to his knees as more blows are rained down upon him by the Conspiracy contingent. Freak watches all of this dejectedly, not sure rather he should aid Psycho or not. His fists ball up and his body trembles with anger before he boldly steps up behind Evans, spinning him around into a hard right hand across the jaw.

Comeau: David Freak now jumping the Conspiracy after Ingelson’s actions in this match. He’s been fed up with this group as well.

Susie: I don’t like them either, not even one of them has a supernatural power, how boring.

Inside of the ring things are getting just as frantic as Aurora pulls Riggs up and places him in the dreaded side headlock. She has turned to face the ropes, charging at them and dragging Riggs along behind her before she jumps into the air to connect with the Sinful Desires (Stratusfaction).

She lunges into the air with an extension of her feet towards the ropes when Riggs pushes her up into the air and over the cables. A stunned Aurora comes crashing down right on top of the brawling Conspiracy and David Freak outside of the ring. Everyone crashes to the mats as Riggs stands tall in the center of the ring.

Comeau: Riggs has just taken out the entire Conspiracy with a human projectile missile known as Aurora.

Moore: This is just like trick or treating, a bunch of kids clamor around my door, start fighting, and I have to blast them with my hose.

Mark: I hope you mean a garden hose.

The Manhattan Center is still buzzing with excitement as Riggs staggers backwards to the center of the ring, his attention briefly shifting to the laid out Alex Ingelson. He is still holding his heart and complaining about pains in his right arm when Riggs smirks maniacally.

Obviously he has some bad intentions for Alex before he turns right into a superkick from Jason Wheeler. The fans react with a loud pop for the Black Cat, who spins in circles overlooking everyone of his screaming admirers.

Comeau: Now Wheeler has slid into the ring and he’s taken out Riggs! He’s gotten some revenge.

Susie: Oh noooos.

Riggs lays on the canvas gripping at his jaw while Wheeler stoops over him, grinning pompously. He then rushes into the ropes, bouncing off of them and cart-wheeling across the canvas. After the cartwheel he flips backwards over the ropes and comes crashing down on top of the recuperating Conspiracy, David Freak, and Psycho. All of them crash to the mats to a huge ovation from the fans.

Aurora is discreetly sliding back into the ring, crawling agonizingly towards the motionless Riggs. Her aching body falls on top of him as Ingelson sits up holding his chest, realizing that all of his protection has been taken out.

As a result he crawls forward and makes the count, wanting to get out of here before Riggs can recover.

To the sheer disbelief of the crowd Riggs launches his shoulder from the ring.

Comeau: ASTONISHING. Riggs kicked out after that devastating superkick from the Black Cat.

Susie: He’s the devil, THE DEVIL!

Aurora, alongside Alex, are absolutely astonished by this kick out. Rose rises sluggishly to her feet and points at Ingelson, who shows his true cowardice by back peddling across the ring. Both palms are held high fearfully while Aurora begins to back towards the corner.

She grabs hold of the turnbuckle, pulling herself up to the top in reverse. She stands up now and then flips forward into a 450 leg drop. At the last second Riggs rolls out of the way and Aurora crashes bottom first into the ring, causing her to hop around screaming in pain.

Somehow she remains seated upright when the exhausted Riggs stands up and lunges forward into the shinning wizard. The stiff impact knocks Rose to her back with Riggs landing beside her. He desperately crawls into the cover, sluggishly hooking her leg.

Ingelson again looks around, questioning his options. He spots the Conspiracy members now brawling with Psycho, Freak and Wheeler on the outside, realizing they won’t come to his aid. He realizes there is no other option but to make the count and spare his conniving life.

Aurora shockingly kicks out to even more screams from the fans, Riggs sitting up and running his hands through his hair.

Comeau: Now Riggs was seconds away from pinning Aurora only for her to get her shoulder up.

Susie: This is so dramatic. It’s just like waiting for the results to a pregnancy test.

On the outside of the ring Wheeler has sprung to the barricade, rushing across it and then diving off at Psycho, crashing into his throat bicep first. Aurora is taken by the hair, being led to her feet when she swipes Riggs’ hands away then goes for a roundhouse kick to his face.

Riggs ducks this kick and then places Aurora in a dragon sleeper, lifting her up into the reverse suplex. He drops her down on top of his shoulder ribs first, setting up for the Hopskotch.

To his shock Aurora slips off of Riggs’ shoulder, landing behind him and then applying a side headlock. Riggs tries to fight free as Rose charges at the cables, going for the Sinful Desires yet again. She continues to rush at the cables when Riggs pulls his head free, placing his spine to Aurora’s and then pulling him down into a back slide pin.

Aurora’s legs are kicking as a sweating Ingelson drops to make the count.

Riggs has caught her to the disbelief of the masses.

Comeau: Somehow Riggs has done it, he’s overcome the Black Cat, Ingelson and the Conspiracy to win this match tonight.

Moore: Awwwww, now I’m sad, I wish I didn’t have emotions like Chuck Norris.

IT’S BACK

The crowd is going absolutely nuts while the number one contender for the World title gets to his knees, sweat pouring in buckets down his body. While the match may have ended the chaos outside of the ring continues to escalate as Psycho and Wheeler battle their way up the ramp, both men really going at it.

Freak is unleashing some vicious right hands between the eyes of Evans while Savior is trying his best to recuperate.

Inside of the squared circle Aurora has rolled to her side, despondently looking up at the victor as Ingelson boldly takes him by the wrist. Alex is holding Riggs’ arm aloft, but his actions are far too bold, which he realizes once he feels the ice cold eyes of the Painted Warrior settled upon him.

Susie: Uh oh Spaghetti-Os.

Mark: I don’t think catering to Riggs now is going to smooth things over Alex.

Ingelson grins although his eyes are compounded with fear.

Alex: Uhhhh, I saw the light?

Suddenly Alex is pulled into Riggs, who scoops him up onto his shoulder, not buying his shallow excuse. The crowd is clamoring for him to hit the Hopscotch on the man who screwed Orlando out of the championship. That’s when Creed delivers a straight kick to Riggs’ testicles from behind.

The shot may have sent Riggs’ balls straight up into his abdomen as he drops Ingelson and crumbles to the canvas. He falls to his knees as his body turns a deep shade of purple, Alex lying beside him on the ring.

Comeau: Ahhh, just when it seemed Ingelson was going to pay for his association with the Conspiracy, Creed stops Riggs with a straight shot to the lower extremities.

Susie: He kicked him so hard in the balls they may become fused as one.

Ingelson scatters out of the ring while a conflicted Nathan hovers over the crippled Riggs, who shields his genitals with both hands. Creed begins to descend on Riggs when to a piercing ovation Orlando Cruze slides into the ring. The former World Champion wastes no time as he steps up behind Creed and spins him around, both long time tag team partners coming face to face.

Mark: We heard Orlando tell Sallie that he was going to set Creed straight and he’s not wasting any time. He still can’t even accept that Creed has joined Douglas’ stable.

Moore: You mean Dan owns a horse ranch? I’m not allowed near those, the horses keep kicking me in the head.

Orlando immediately goes nose to nose with Nathan, who’s eyes are flickering awkwardly.

Cruze: Have you lost your fucking mind!?! Did you forget what they put us through?

Nathan: Um, yeah.

This answer leaves Orlando entirely perplexed, but before he can get anymore answers he’s spun around and dragged down into the codebreaker by Savior. The Icon bounces violently from the raised knees of his nemesis then crumbles to the ring.

Comeau: And dammit if Savior just didn’t hit the codebreaker on Orlando.

Orlando is laid out completely as Savior stands up and snatches something from his pocket, tossing it to a befuddled Nathan. Creed catches it and becomes even more confused upon looking at it. That’s when Christian grabs Orlando’s arms and pulls him up to his seat. Both of the Icon’s arms are pinned behind his back as Savior implores Nathan to use the object that he caught hold of.

Nathan looks down into the giant spike clutched in his palms, wondering if he should follow through with Savior’s demand. It’s almost as if he has no memory of Orlando, the man he’s held the Tag titles with on multiple occasions.

Comeau: Don’t do it Nathan, DON’T DO IT!

Susie: Don’t give Orlando another blow hole.

A trembling Nathan stares down into the spike then into the dazed eyes of the Icon, caught in quite the moral debate. That’s when to a loud roar from the crowd Johny Kingdom slips into he ring, having scurried out from the back.

Nathan turns and swings the spike at Kingdom’s head only for Johnny to duck it and step behind him. He rushes across the ring bouncing from the ropes then comes back in at Creed, who spins into a brutal, decapitating clothesline. The spike is dropped to the canvas as Creed rolls to the outside mats, gripping at his throat.

Comeau: Kingdom has surprisingly come to Orlando’s aid, or at the very least has spared him when trying to get his hands on the Champ.

Susie: Thank God that the Patrick Stewart fan club sticks together.

Kingdom now turns to face Savior who drops Orlando as both men find their eyes intensely interlocked. The Team Leader marches straight for him when Savior promptly rolls to the outside mats. The World Champion wisely opts to avoid conflict with Kingdom, who now stands his ground inside of the ring.

Mark: Damn that cowardly Christian.

David Freak and Aurora Rose are still fighting with Pat Evans on the outside of the ring, the Submission Champion trying to fight back against them. On the ramp Psycho has now whipped Wheeler towards the side, sending him flying off and crashing side first into the barricade.

Despite all of this chaos consuming the arena all attention rests on the ring where Orlando has crawled towards the spike. He picks it up, gripping it tightly behind his fingers as Kingdom glares to the outside of the ring at the smiling Savior.

Finally Kingdom turns back to face Orlando who suddenly lifts the spike into the air, preparing to stab the former World Champion right between his eyes.

Johnny braces himself and lifts his fist as the spike stops mere inches from his face, Orlando hesitating to rip the flesh from his partner and long time rival’s face.

Susie: Orlando was about to give Johnny a third nostril….

Mark: But he stopped himself in mid swing. Perhaps realizing what he was about to do.

Kingdom and Orlando intensely stare into one another’s faces, the co-holders of the tag belts seconds away from unleashing their built up hostility for another.

Douglas: Enough, enough, ENOUGH.

Boos and vile comments flood from the crowd, all of which directed upon the IWC President who casually strolls to the stage. His surveys all of this anarchy with a pleasant smile on his face.

Dan: I’m normally not one to second guess myself given my consistent perfection, but after watching this Jason Wheeler, Orlando Cruze and Johnny Kingdom orchestrated anarchy I’ve decided to go back on my earlier decision…..

The interest of all those brawling inside and outside of the ring is drawn to Douglas, causing them to stop their squabbling. Psycho has been ceased his battle with Wheeler, as he and Jason stare towards the entry way.

Douglas: After having a long conversation with my assistant Sallie backstage I realize now that nothing is going to stop you Neanderthals from coming after Christian’s title.

Savior strokes the gold plate of his championship with unsure eyes.

Dan: Therefore, on top of seeing Christian Savior defending the World Championship at Extinction against Riggs, we’re also going to have 6 individuals, that’s right, SIX COMBATANTS destroy one another to decide who will become number one contender.

Mark: That’s an interesting choice….

Douglas: But I’m not through yet.

Orlando’s and Kingdom’s eyes become more intense and intrigued as they hear these statements from the President.

Dan: Because a simple six pack challenge is TOO good for you hooligans. After seeing this donnybrook I realize the destructive impulses of this roster belongs in one structure, a match that will allow you punks to properly mangle one another.

Comeau: I’m not liking the sounds of this.

Dan: So at Extinction six competitors will step into the bloodiest, most violent, most demented match ever designed to decide the number one contender. I’m talking about the…..

He hesitates and overlooks the fans insidiously.

Douglas:…return of the WEAPON’S LAIR!

All those packed in the Manhattan Center erupt over this announcement as Orlando’s eyes widen, Psycho’s face lights up excitedly, Wheeler watches on in confusion and Kingdom slides his palm down his face.

Dan: TRICK OR TREAT!

He turns his back to the camera and starts towards the curtains, the fans still buzzing over the announcement of the Weapon’s Lair.

Comeau: Oh God! The Weapon’s Lair returns at Extinction!!

Billy: I’m scared and I don’t even know what the Weapon’s Lair is.

Mark: What a stunning night, we found out that Savior will put the belt up against Riggs and now we know six people will step foot in the Weapon’s Lair. What a shocking Halloween night.

The World Champion backs towards the barricade watching Riggs, who is leaning on the apron holding his testicles. Nathan has risen to his knees outside of the ring, rubbing his throat and wondering what the “Weapon’s Lair” is. Tensions between the Tag Team Champions mount as Kingdom and Orlando realize that they may be stepping foot into the Weapon’s Lair as opponents.

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