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HE’S HEERREEE

Before the show can cut to the usual introductions being made by Mark Comeau and the mentally challenged Susie Moore, or any fireworks display can be set off ushering the viewers forth into the first Riot! of 2009, the camera instead cuts to the backstage parking enclosure.

There an expensive red Ferrari pulls in, cruising to an abrupt stop with the tires screeching obnoxiously. The crimson door flies open and out steps “The Team Leader” Johnny Kingdom, adorned in an expensive designer shirt and dress slacks.

On the inside of the arena the crowd is erupting into cheers at the mere sight of the former World Champion as he stands with a flustered expression and immediately starts towards the entrance to the building.

Michelle: Johnny, JOHNNY…

Michelle Blacker with all of her black eye liner and dark tight fitting clothing charges towards the Team Leader, microphone in hand. However, Johnny doesn’t even stop to acknowledge the correspondents presence.

Blacker: Kingdom, tonight Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed are going to give a speech about what happened at Extinction. What are your thoughts on this, are you going to twist anybody’s nipples? If so please go into every morbid detail.

Instead of giving into Michelle’s appalling request Kingdom keeps walking, moving straight through the double doors. He doesn’t even glance in Blacker’s direction whatsoever, leaving her miffed as she remains in the parking enclosure with conflicted eyes.

BACK IN THE ARENA

The camera cuts to the interior of the Manhattan Center where the fans are buzzing with excitement for tonight’s telecast. The voices of Comeau and Moore can now be heard in the background.

Mark: Well Johnny Kingdom is here apparently, which should create a lot of tension.

Susie: Usually when I have lots of tension in my shoulders I go to my masseuse. Although it’s odd that he insists on always giving me a full body massages.

Comeau: That’s something you need to discuss with a rape councilor Susie. Tonight we’re slated to see some great in ring action including a 3 on 2 handicap bout involving Christian Savior, Pat Evans and Dan Douglas himself facing Orlando Cruze and Riggs. But that’s not all bec…..

Kingdom: ENOUGH, ENOUGH….

A loud reception is heard for Kingdom as he saunters through the curtains to the stage, microphone in hand.

Mark: What the? Now Kingdom is coming out here. This can’t be good.

Susie: Maybe he’s bringing me a pony, or a new My Pet Monster stuffed toy.

The loud reception continues as Johnny starts down the ramp towards the ring, speaking all the while.

Johnny: If I hear one more word or even the slightest syllable concerning Orlando Cruze’s victory speech I swear I’m gonna rip out what few hairs I have left.

Johnny starts up the steps then slips through the ropes into the ring, pacing angrily.

Kingdom: Frankly Orlando has no cause for celebration because all he did at Extinction was stoop to the Conspiracy’s level.

This claim is met with mixed applause from the fans.

Johnny: Like it or not the Icon abandoned his principles and lost any shred of credibility he had left.

The pacing Kingdom receives some heckles from the fans at this point, not liking what they hear.

Kingdom: What Cruze did was appalling. A-PPALL-ING! When he used his friend to screw me out of the number one contendership he proved undoubtedly that he is a HYPOCRITE.

Again Johnny’s statement is not well received.

Johnny: Now, now, now, calm down everyone, I know your all thinking that it’s a bit HYPOCRTICAL of me, of all people, to be degrading someone for pulling a screw job, but at least I’m an admitted asshole. I make no bones about it, I’m a snake, plain and simple, everyone knows it and I don’t try to hide it. But I’m not the one on trial here, well, I literally was a few weeks ago, but that’s neither here nor there. I may not be a hero, but unlike Orlando, I don’t pretend to be.

The fans are still perplexed as to how to respond.

Kingdom: For months the man has been claiming that the Conspiracy’s dirty tactics have tarnished the company and the World title, but then he turns around and employs those same tactics to gain a title shot? That people is hypocrisy. For months he claimed I’d screw him over, that I’d stab him in the back, but who turned on who? That is hypocrisy. And he goes even further by talking about leading the company in a revolution. But does he lead by example? Of course he doesn’t.

Kingdom smugly shakes his head.

Kingdom: Instead the Icon turns around and does exactly as the Conspiracy do, pulling one of their “dastardly swerves.” Again, that’s hypocrisy. Maybe fighting the Conspiracy for so long has changed Cruze, or more accurately, perhaps his treacherous, hypocritical nature was always embedded deep within him.

Comeau: Some very scornful words for the Icon.

The Team Leader continues his pacing.

Kingdom: If Orlando really believed in the words that he preaches week in and week out, he wouldn’t stand for what Creed pulled, and he definitely wouldn’t come out here lamenting about it. But it’s all moot at this point, what’s done is done, there’s no going back. Orlando showed what kind of human being he is, and Creed is equally as guilty. And I’m not going to stand for it, I’m not going to tolerate another group of CONSPIRATORS tarnishing my legacy or the World Championship.

The camera zooms in on the determined, narrowed eyes of the tag champion.

Johnny: So I’m not leaving this ring, oh no, Kingdom isn’t going anywhere. I’m going to sit right here on this canvas where my blood was spilt in pursuit of a number one contendership that was up ended from me by Orlando’s hypocritical plot. I’m not going until one of two things happen.

Johnny holds up two fingers, lowering them as each demand is made.

Kingdom: Number one being Orlando comes out here and proves me wrong by giving me a rematch for that number one contendership, or two, I beat Cruze and Creed so viciously that neither one is able to go on to challenge for the gold. To be honest, one option sounds a whole hell of a lot better than the other. So what’s it going to be gentlemen? Are you going to show you still have principles, or am I going to have to beat the hypocrisy out of you?

Before Kingdom can get in another word a set of tunes Johnny wasn’t expecting to hear hits the PA system. In conjunction with the playing of “Falling in the Black,” Christian Savior strolls to the stage wearing his gold and a crocodile smile. The Rising Phoenix steps down the ramp without a care in the world, willingly entering the ring where an unpredictable animal lurks.

Comeau: Why is Christian Savior coming out here?

Susie: I swear somebody had better give me a pony.

The World Champion arrogantly swaggers up the steps and to the apron, all the while under the watchful gaze of Kingdom. Finally Christian enters the ring revealing a microphone to be clutched in his hand.

Christian: You know Kingdom, we don’t have very much in common.

Johnny: There’s an understatement.

Savior: I mean, while you’re a washed up has-been I’m at the very apex of my game. While you were champion so loooong ago its slipped into obscurity, I’m the current reigning and defending champ. While I have a sensational head of hair, your as bald as a Buddhist monk.

Kingdom runs his palm over his gleaming scalp while Christian continues undeterred.

Christian: But surprisingly we do share one commonality, are mutual dislike of Orlando Cruze.

For once Johnny can’t help but to concede to Christian’s point of view.

Savior: We both see him as the hypocritical, backstabbing, lying piece of fecal matter that he is and we know that he’s brainwashed these New York Neanderthals into believing the hype.

The fans boo harshly before Savior briefly turns to acknowledge them.

Christian: Oh shut the fuck up and go back to starring in your Geico ads.

The reaction becomes even harsher.

Savior: Don’t listen to them Kingdom, we know the real Orlando Cruze, and I wouldn’t dare stand in the way of you getting your revenge upon him. So I’ll graciously step aside and allow you….

Johnny mouths the words “allow me” in confusion.

Christian: Yes, allow you to decimate Mr. Cruze here tonight. Hell, I’ll even let you know when he’s slated to come out here and give his little speech. How’s that sound old man? Just shake my hand, if your arthritis will allow it, and consider this deal done.

Savior audaciously extends his palm towards the Team Leader. A speechless Kingdom glares down at the twiddling fingers, contemplating his response. Without further delay he reaches out, slapping his palm into Christian’s, resulting in much outrage from the crowd.

The toothy grin on Christian’s face widens until it almost extends to his ear lobes. Kingdom grins as well before his trademark smirk changes to a grin and he drags Savior down into the crossface. Screams are elicited from the fans, who jump from their seats in excitement.

Comeau: Lesson in Leadership locked in on Savior!

Moore: Ew, I hate lessons, especially when someone tries to teach me math. Seriously, when am I ever going to need to count?

Kingdom has almost got his hands interlocked around the jaw of a shocked Christian before he’s able to break free. A startled World Champion rolls under the ropes and out of harm’s way. He drops to the mats and backs up the ramp, his eyes as wide as dinner saucers. They are locked on Johnny who stands up in the ring trembling with intensity.

Dan Douglas: WHO IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?!

All attention shifts to the big screen at the top of the ramp. Dan Douglas’ face extends across the screen as he stands in his dressing room looking furious over Kingdom’s actions. Johnny however, could care less about Dan’s response to his attempted crossface on the frazzled champion.

Douglas: You don’t come onto my show and demand anything, nor do you put your hands on my World Heavyweight Champion.

Christian nods in agreement.

Dan: You know what Johnny, if you’re feeling so damned frisky, why wait to compete tonight? How about we go ahead and start your match NOW! Someone drag David Freak’s ass to the ring.

The crowd is rather stunned by this abrupt match making as Johnny stands his ground in the ring, un-perturbed by this announcement. Savior watches him from the ramp gripping at his shoulder and mumbling obscenities beneath his breath.

Comeau: I guess we’re going to see Johnny Kingdom versus David Freak right after this commercial break.

Susie: They better be advertising Transformer dolls or I’m not interested.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Stay away from lighttubes… this has been a public service announcement

DAVID FREAK VS. JOHNNY KINGDOM

The show returns live to the interior of the Manhattan Center where a stewing Kingdom is unfastening his cufflinks. He rolls up his sleeves in anticipation of his opposition. Referee Wright is also positioned in the ring at point, ready to call the action.

Mark: Welcome back to Riot! with Kingdom waiting anxiously in the ring for some competition. Although it’s not the competition he was banking on.

Susie: I went to the bank once, but they told me I couldn’t open an account with Barbie Doll heads.

Comeau: Outrageous.

The arena goes black as a lone piano performance roars over the PA. Purple and blue lights flick on as blue and gold metalic shavings of confetti fall from the rafters. The lights dim as the piano nears it's end. The lights are out once more, leaving the arena in complete darkness before a roaring explosion on the stage accompanied by the roaring guitar of "Spirit of the Underdog" silhouettes David Freak. He stands in the on the stage looking out to the crowd, nodding slowly at the oncoming cheers and jeers from the crowd. Aurora Rose appears on the stage behind him, arms crossed and head tilted.

"Seen you round, I know your face.
Watched you try to grow up with grace.
Seen that heart out on your sleeve.
Like it's so much life you're dying to feel
Dying to feel"

Freak throws his arms up into the air as he cockily spins around as he makes his way down the ramp. He stops every few steps to point into the crowd and blow kisses towards an annoyed Rose.

"Cause if you've got to steal, you've got to steal the show
It's the spirit of the underdog
And if you've got to break, you've got to break the mold
It's the spirit of the underdog"

Freak struts his way down the rest of the ramp showing off in any way he possibly can. He reaches the ring side and grabs onto the ropes to pull himself up before quickly turning and glaring at the anxious Team Leader.

Comeau: David Freak coming off the heels of a sensational 2008, but 2009 is starting off with his biggest test yet.

Susie: Oh no, not a test. Can I just fill in “c” for everything, even my name?

Mark: Um, yeeeaahh. Anyway David could possibly be on the verge of his biggest win yet, but is he going to be more interested in mending fences rather than victory?

Freak enters the ring and holds his palms out towards Kingdom, beginning to say something to the agitated Tag Champion.

David: Listen Johnny, this thing between you and Cruze, it’s getting completely out of control. Can’t you two just talk it out, sing some folk songs around a fire or somethin?

That’s when Johnny delivers a straight right hand between David’s eyes, knocking him to the ring. The tumble sends David rolling across the ring and towards the ropes, snatching hold of them in a stunned state. Aurora immediately begins to read Johnny the riot act as he pounces on the startled Freak.

A barrage of fists and kicks connect with Freak while he leans on the cables. The ropes prop him up long enough to suffer this physical onslaught. The Team Leader now begins to drive knees into David’s nose and forehead.

Finally Freak is knocked to his back as he rolls under the ropes to the outside, trying to create some distance between himself and his vengeful opponent.

David: Just listen to reason MAN!

Suddenly Johnny storms across the ring and flings himself through the ropes right into the suicide diving headbunt on Freak. Both men collapse to the mats with the Team Leader landing on top, beginning to rifle off with a vicious series of right hands.

Comeau: Johnny just livid, absolutely unloading on Freak like a man possessed.

Moore: Then he needs an exorcism and some projectile green pea soup vomit.

The fists repeatedly connect against David’s forehead, really busting him up as he doesn’t even put up a defense. Finally the referee has to slide out of the ring and physically drag Johnny off of his opponent. As soon as Kingdom stands he roughly shoves the referee down to the mats right on his ass.

This gives David time to stand and rush up behind his opposition, delivering a jumping knee right between Johnny’s shoulder blades. The force of the collision sends Kingdom reeling forward forehead first right into the exposed turnbuckle post. He bounces off then tumbles to the mats.

A battered Freak falls against the apron then glares at Aurora who is demanding he apply further pressure.

Freak: This has already gone far enough. I’m sure he’ll listen to reason now.

David steps across the mats towards the laid out Kingdom, grabbing him around the skull and rolling him to his knees.

David: Johnny, you and Orlando have to work this out for the sake of the company.

Kingdom wedges his hands to Freak’s stomach and now shoves him backwards into the exposed post. David hits it hard spine first as the Team Leader stands in front of him. The disgruntled Kingdom rushes right at him, throwing a lariat that Freak ducks out of the way of.

As a result Johnny’s bicep connects with the post and he goes into a spin, falling against the barrier for support.

Comeau: Freak dodging Johnny’s offense and as a result just making him angrier.

Susie: Bullies don’t like it when the nerds run, it means their fat asses have to chase them, and that’s no good for childhood obesity.

Mark: Speaking from experience?

Moore: Of course not, I wasn’t allowed to eat until I turned 12.

David finally gives up and rushes towards Kingdom’s back side. He lunges into the air catching Johnny by the back of his head and flying over the barrier, pulling Kingdom down throat first into the barricade.

Kingdom bashes off the steel throat first before staggering backwards, reaching for his larynx.

David: If I have to incapacitate you to listen then so be it!

David rushes through the crowd and launches himself over the barricade into a diving shoulder block to Johnny’s sternum. They fall to the mats before Freak rolls away from his opposition, getting back to his feet. The Team Leader struggles towards a standing base when he’s grabbed by the back of the head then charged towards the ring.

Johnny is rolled under the ropes while Freak jumps to the apron then pulls himself over into an elbow drop. The elbow lands directly against Johnny’s sternum, causing him to writhe in pain. He rolls away from David who crawls up beside his opponent and grabs him by the arm.

The muscles and tendons are stretched out to Johnny’s side as Freak wedges his elbow to the back of the bicep. He twists his elbow back and forth, grinding it against the bicep as Kingdom tries to fight free.

David: So Johnny this would be an opportune time for us to discuss my long term twelve point plan for the destruction of the Conspiracy….

The second David’s sentence concludes Johnny rolls away from David’s backside, pulling him over his body and to the canvas. Freak ends up sprawled across his stomach with Kingdom sitting up at his side, grabbing his opponent’s arm and attempting to apply the crossface.

Mark: Big counter by Kingdom right in the middle of David’s presidential speech.

Susie: I guess he’s not a fan of speeches. I have one I wrote about the importance of owning a pony, care to hear it?

Comeau: ENOUGH ABOUT THE FUCKING PONY!

David tries his best to squirm free from the attempted crossface, reaching in with his free arm and wrapping it around the back of Kingdom’s knee. He now drops backwards, pulling Johnny down to the back of his shoulders with Freak pressing his spine to the Team Leader’s chest, hooking his leg for the pinfall.

Kingdom counters into a crucifix pin.

David drops out of the pinning predicament and catches hold of Kingdom’s arm in the process. He stands up and swings around under the Team Leader’s forearm then applies a textbook armlock.

David: The first step is making sure you and Orlando get back on the same page.

David barely has time to finish his suggestion before his ankle is grabbed by Johnny’s free arm and pulled out from under him. Freak falls to his back still holding onto Kingdom’s arm. As a result Johnny rolls over David and comes down on top of his sternum with a lateral press.

To a mixed reaction David gets his shoulder up. He now rushes to his feet and walks right into a forearm to the jaw, followed by another devastating strike. The blows almost shatter Freak’s chitlets before Kingdom boots him to the ribs.

David is doubled over before he’s placed in a front chancery. Kingdom hoists Freak into the air for the Exodus Finale. However, David floats over and lands on his feet right behind Johnny, wedging his hands to his back and pushing him forward into the cables.

The quick Kingdom bounces off the cables and comes back in at David who rushes forward for the clothesline from hell. Johnny ducks the lariat and hooks Freak’s arm before jumping into the air. He swings around over top of David’s back and shoulders, catching him around the neck in the process.

He lands on his feet right in front of David, pulling him over forward into the front chancery. Once again Kingdom is setting up for the Exodus Finale (Brainbuster DDT). He is just on the verge of connecting when Freak reaches out, catching Johnny around the knee.

The Team Leader is hoisted into the air and nailed with a flapjack by his opposition.

Comeau: Things really clicking at this point, both men trading counters out of their finishers.

Susie: This is just like a see-saw, without the unnecessarily husky kid seated on the other side.

The impact with the ring leaves Johnny kneeling on the canvas, arms draped over his ribcage and the fine fabric of his designer shirt.

David rolls to his knees and then steps off of Kingdom’s upper back, launching himself into the air. He comes down into a leg drop right across the back of Johnny’s skull, causing him to slam with great force face first against the canvas. As a result Johnny rolls onto his back with David getting to his knees at his side.

David: If I beat you will you respect me enough to listen?

Obviously Freak believes what he’s saying, because he dives forward an aggressive lateral press. His forearm is wedged to Johnny’s nostrils as the ref makes the count.

To much fanfare Kingdom launches his shoulder from the ring. A despondent Aurora shakes her head on the outside as David drags Kingdom up to his feet, takes him by the wrist and swings around under his arm. He now pulls on the wrist so that Johnny charges ribs first into his shoulder, Freak dropping back into the Northern Lights Suplex.

Kingdom kicks out, dropping David down out of the bridging position. The back of Freak’s neck lands on Johnny’s shoulder as the aggressive former Champion wraps his arm around his opponent’s neck. He now rolls to his side, pulling David over to his knees before both men stand up.

The fans react with shock as David finds himself once again in position for the Exodus Finale. This time Freak reaches out, wrapping his hands around the back of Kingdom’s knees and lifting his legs into the air. Johnny falls to his back with David flipping forward into the jackknife cover.

The Team Leader sits up and drops David onto the back of his shoulders as a result, wrapping his arms around his opponent’s waist. David now finds himself in a pinning predicament before he rolls backwards, Johnny doing the same. Both men end up on their feet before Freak flips forward into a rolling liger kick.

The collision knocks Johnny to his back with Freak landing beside him. He now rolls towards a nearby corner, looks over his shoulder at Johnny and shouts an emphatic statement.

David: If this is what it’ll take for you to listen then so be it.

Freak begins to scale the turnbuckle, reaching the top rope as he sets up for the twisting phoenix splash. He flips through the air with a sensational dive and comes plummeting down directly into the canvas.

The collision knocks all the air out of David’s body as he bounces back up to his knees. That’s when Kingdom steps in delivering a hard punt like kick directly to Freak’s forehead. The impact leaves Freak’s eyes glazed over as Johnny now places him in a front chancery, lifting David into the air and connecting with the Exodus Finale.

Comeau: Johnny finally nailing the Exodus Finale!

Moore: How can you nail a move? It doesn’t even have a vagina.

Johnny rolls over into the lateral press to screams from the packed crowd.

A very mixed reaction is now heard due to Freak being felled by the unstable Team Leader. Aurora immediately slides into the ring to check on her husband’s condition while Kingdom rolls away, not even celebrating the hard fought victory.

Comeau: Johnny Kingdom victorious in the very first match of 2009, but Freak really pushed him to his physical limitations here tonight.

Susie: Damn the luck of the bald.

RINGSIDE

An exasperated Kingdom has now rolled out of the ring and slowly approaches the announce table. Inside of the squared circle Aurora is cradling a dazed David’s head in her arms, as he fights to regain consciousness.

Mark: This should be a treat.

Susie: That’s not a treat, it’s like being given a toothbrush on Halloween.

The conflicted eyes of Aurora follow Johnny as he steps around behind the announce table, slipping into a vacant seat and putting on a headset.

Mark: Johnny, to what do we owe this honor old friend?

Kingdom: Well Mark, I’d love to sit here and make small talk and catch up on old times, but to be frank….

Susie: Can I still be Susie?

Johnny: Nice joke Susie, did you get that one from 1942?

Moore: Silly Johnny, I wasn’t alive during the time of the dinosaurs, and I don’t even own a Delorean.

Kingdom stares at Moore for a moment with his jaw agape.

Kingdom: Uhhh, yeeeeaahh. Anyway, instead of sitting in the ring pissing and moaning, I figured I’d at least have the common decency to do it on commentary.

Mark: Oh joy.

Kingdom: You know you love having your best bud Kingdom around Mark, no matter what state of mind I’m in. But mark my words Comeau, I’m not leaving this seat until Orlando and Creed come through those curtains. If you thought you saw fireworks at the start of the show, your about to see a whole extravaganza now.

Susie: Yeah, I love fireworks and the seizures they induce.

Mark: Well for better or worse, Kingdom is joining us here at ringside tonight, and who knows what we’re going to expect throughout the remainder of the evening.

Kingdom: I don’t need any crystal ball to tell you what you can expect Mark.

Comeau: We’ll be back with these developments right after the break ladies and gentlemen.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

If you lock the door how will Mark get in?....This has been a public service announcement

PSYCHO VS. KAELEN STORM

The show returns to the ringside arena with the camera centered on Johnny Kingdom’s face as he remains planted behind the announce table.

Comeau: Welcome back to Riot! and as you can see my old acquaintance Johnny Kingdom is STILL here at ringside.

Kingdom: I’m a man of my word Mark.

Mark: I suppose so, because you’ve vowed not to leave that seat until Orlando and Nathan come out to address the crowd concerning what transpired at Extinction.

Johnny: The screwjob you mean?

Susie: Really? I’ve been offered the same employment opportunities in the past.

Kingdom: Color me surprised.

"Dead man lying on the bottom of the grave
Wondering when Savior comes
Is he gonna be saved?"

(The crowd are in a mixed reaction as the lights dim and the stage is slightly illuminated by an eerie blue ominous glow. The 'tron' is filled with stormy clouds.)

"Maybe you're a sinner into your alternate life
Maybe you're a junker maybe you deserve to die"

(Slowly the storm on the 'tron' fades into the cold malice glare from The Sadistic One.)

"They were crying when their sons left
God is wearing black
He's gone so far to find no hope
He's never coming back
They were crying when their sons left
All young men must go
He's come so far to find the truth
He's never going home"

(Psycho slowly steps out from behind the curtain flanked by his partner Riggs. An emotionless face captivates him as he makes his way down to the ring.)

"Young men standing on the top of their own graves
Wondering when Jesus comes
Are they gonna be saved."

(He reaches the ring and rolls inside, getting straight to his feet while Riggs slips through the ropes behind him. Suddenly Psycho’s eyes connect with Kingdom seated at ringside, prompting him to storm towards the ropes. He leans through them demanding the use of a microphone. One is promptly handed to him by Kailey Worf.

Mark: Looks like Psycho has something to say to you Kingdom.

Johnny: Really, I thought he could only communicate through a series of complex clicks and whistles.

Susie: That’s how my parents communicate.

Psycho taps the microphone to ensure it’s working before he shakes his head sadly.

Psycho: Johnny….

His outstretched palm gestures towards the former World Champion.

Psycho: You’re seriously still here? I thought you vanished back into obscurity ages ago.

This insinuation is met with mixed applause while Kingdom only grins slightly.

Psycho: But foolish me. I forgot the obligatory clause in your contract when you return every few weeks, put in a half hearted effort, then steal the spotlight from guys like me and Riggs.

The former number one contender tilts his painted head to get a better view of the Team Leader at ringside.

Johnny: I think Psycho is the last person who should talk about half hearted efforts. Have you seen his matches lately? YEESCH!

Psycho: I’M TALKING TO YOU KINGDOM!

Johnny’s eyes snap back towards the demanding, authoritative Psycho.

Psycho: For once in your life why don’t you try listening? Maybe if you opened your ears instead of your mouth you wouldn’t be a divorcee , and your last girlfriend wouldn’t have picked that big slobbering oaf AWOL over you.

Kingdom: Ewww, he’s trying to get personal now.

Psycho: But you’ve always been a pig headed fool who thought he was entitled to more than he’s actually earned. That’s why your sitting out here bitching right this very second, because lord knows Kingdom can’t handle a loss or the thought that there are others better and more conniving than him.

Some boos are directed at the sadist over these claims while Johnny remains unaffected.

Psycho: Face it Johnny, just like me, you got played at Extinction. You’re mad because you were made to look like a damned fool. The very type of fool that Riggs and I know you to be. You’re just pissed cause Orlando beat you to the punch. He double crossed you before you had the chance to double cross him. It’s not fun when someone gives you a dose of your own medicine is it Kingdom?

Johnny tries to keep his Chestire grin. The microphone is now passed off to Riggs who picks up right where his partner left off.

Riggs: Loosing your smile Johnny? Well I hope it leads to you pulling a Shawn Michaels and disappearing for a few weeks, because lord knows we could use a break from Kingdom hogging the main events and talking down to all those fighting his war.

Kingdom: That’s not gonna happen Mark, I have far too much fun insulting people.

Comeau: Don’t I know it.

Riggs: Oh yeah, that’s right, this is “Johnny’s War” against the Conspiracy. And lord knows us hard working roster members need Kingdom to drag his ancient ass out of retirement to save us from the big bad Conspiracy.

Riggs lifts a finger to his jaw now, as if getting an intriguing thought.

Riggs: You know, once I think about it, this really is kind of your war, isn’t it Johnny. Because if it weren’t for you or Orlando, Dan Douglas wouldn’t have created the Conspiracy in the first place. So if you really think about it, the best way for us to beat the Conspiracy is for you to get the same hint that Orlando did, and announce your retirement.

Once you’ve left, maybe the Conspiracy will vanish too and Douglas can go back to being the same bland personality he always was on commentary. But heaven forbid Johnny sacrifice something, like five more minutes of forced popularity, or another sickening title reign.

Kingdom: Shockingly I agree with part of that, Dan really never had much in the way of a personality.

Riggs: And even if the Conspiracy doesn’t fade like your popularity should you retire, at least we won’t have a bunch of failures cluttering up our way to success.….

The sociopathic Riggs rubs the patch of flesh between his eyes.

Riggs: If anyone is a hypocrite Johnny, it’s you.

Kingdom mockingly points to himself.

Riggs: If you really “cared” about this company, and returned with only the “noblest intentions” of ridding the IWC of Douglas and his gaggle of goons, then you wouldn’t be trying to take out your partner before he faces the President tonight. If you weren’t so damned selfish, you’d try to repair your partnership with Cruze so that the two of you could stand united against the Conspiracy, instead of being more focused on reclaiming the World Championship. Just admit it Johnny, your not here in the IWC to save us from Douglas, to destroy the Conspiracy, to return respect to the company, you’re here for yourself. You’re here for your own selfish needs.

Psycho nods in agreement with Riggs as Johnny’s smile returns and even widens.

Riggs: You know Psycho, something just dawned on me. Maybe if we take out Kingdom, then the Conspiracy will no longer have any reason to exist, and he won’t ruin my chances of facing Savior, Evans and Douglas tonight.

The brute nods in agreement with his partner as their devilish eyes focus on Kingdom and his obnoxious grin.

Johnny: Ah, excellent, those are just the magic words I needed to hear.

Kingdom stands up and removes his headset, tossing it down on the announce table.

Comeau: Uh oh, Johnny, think this out.

Susie: Thinking is overrated, it gives me a migraine.

The fans can feel the tension mounting as the Team Leader strolls around the table straight towards the ring. Riggs and Psycho are all business, motioning eagerly for Kingdom to enter so they can make good on their vow.

Comeau: Things about to spiral even further out of control.

Johnny climbs up onto the apron on the verge of entering the ring when….

Nooo, noooo, nooooo….

All sex sets of eyes transfer with trepidation to the entry way where Sallie is now standing. Douglas’ cohort and Cruze’s former fling is stationed on the stage. It’s obvious by the look on her face and the army of riot clad security guards behind her back, that she will not tolerate what she’s seeing.

Sallie: Johnny, you’ve created enough chaos out here tonight.

Kingdom’s shoulders slump like his sinking heart.

Kingdom: But I was just getting started.

Sallie: We cannot allow you to remain at ringside any longer creating this type of anarchy. The name of the show may be Riot!, but for now on things are operating under marshal law. Therefore, these security guards are present to escort you from the building.

This announcement is met with an overwhelming wave of boos from the crowd, who were anxious to see Kingdom go at it with Psycho and Riggs. Instead the former World Champion drops to the mats as security guards tentatively surround him.

Comeau: It looks like Sallie is turning this show into a police state.

Susie: A police state? As long as the police are Mounties I don’t care. I love their hats and their fake Canadian accents.

After Kingdom exchanges a few words with the guards he allows himself to be gently escorted away from the ringside area. Both Psycho and Riggs stand on the middle rope at this point, waving goodbye to Kingdom as he’s forced up the ramp towards Sallie. As soon as Johnny passes her by he turns and whispers something to Douglas’ liaison.

Kingdom: Not even you can keep me away from Orlando tonight.

Sallie scoffs at the notion as Kingdom is guided through the curtains to the backstage area. Once all the guards have vanished she gives the two men in the ring a scornful glare then passes through the curtains herself.

Mark: Things finally getting under control it seems until the next flare up. Maybe now we can get back to the wrestling action.

Susie: Or I can do my sock puppet show. I call it “Puppet of the Christ.”

Comeau: I think we have enough blasphemy on the shows as it is Susie.

Psycho and Riggs discuss what just happened in the ring as the music fades in from the already crunching introduction to "Six" by All That Remains. Kaelen steps out from backstage, the light meets him in the center of the rampway as he makes his way down to the ring. He tightens up a pair of gloves as he walks towards the squared circle. He steps up towards the ring, only turning at the top step to raise his arm once towards the crowd.

Mark: Thank God we’re getting this action underway, FINALLY, as the undefeated Kaelen Storm prepares for what should be a brutal, hard hitting encounter with the rough, tough, gruff Psycho.

Susie: Yep, Psycho’s as rough as sandpaper.

Comeau: Are we going to see Storm’s undefeated streak end this evening? Only time shall tell.

The demented sociopath known as Psycho gives Kaelen a malicious glare as the newcomer saunters to and fro across the ring. Both men seem fully aware of the hell they are about to endure as Riggs watches on from ringside, supporting his massive partner.

Mark: Now that all the chaos is out of the way, we’re about to see some carnage unleashed in the ring.

Susie: Yay, I love Carnage, cause my favorite color is red.

The bell chimes repeatedly as a more aggressive Psycho steps towards Kaelen, wedging his hands to his sternum and shoving him into the ropes. Storm hits the cables and smirks before lunging into Psycho with a shot to his jaw, followed by another one.

The blows knock Psycho backwards across the ring with shot after shot being connected with. Storm now charges backwards into the ropes, bouncing off and coming back in at the big man who steps forward wedging his hands to Kaelen’s sternum and shoving him into the cables yet again.

Storm bounces from the cables yet again and comes charging back into a big boot right to the sternum. The shot knocks Kaelen to the canvas, and drives all the air out of his slender frame. Psycho is already charging into the ropes at his side, bouncing off and coming back in at his laid out opponent.

He now throws his body into the air, delivering the back first senton splash. However, Storm rolls out of the way, causing Psycho to plummet back first into the ring. He now sits up reaching for his kidneys in pain while Storm charges up behind him, delivering a hard punt directly to his lower back.

Mark: The action fast paced and ferocious thus far.

Moore: Just like an episode of Yogi the Bear.

The agile Storm hops over top of his opponent and charges into the ropes in front of him. He bounces off and comes back in at the seated Psycho who suddenly drops into a roll towards his opponent. Kaelen cartwheels over top of the laid out Psycho though, landing directly on his feet.

He now charges at the brute who lunges to an upright base, catching the inbound Storm by his thighs and throwing him over his head.

The ever so agile Kaelen lands feet first on the second rope behind the monster, springing off and twisting in mid-air. He flies at Psycho for the crossbody only to have the Sadistic Savage turn and catch his opponent across his chest. He now drops back, delivering a release fallaway slam.

Susie: SANFORD AND SON!

Comeau: Kaelen thrown halfway across the ring by that disturbed behemoth.

Moore: Is Psycho a Super Mutant Behemoth? Because I can never kill those things, even with my plasma rifle.

Storm sits up reaching for his lower back as Psycho rushes up behind him, delivering a punt kick to his kidneys. The big man is pleased that Kaelen just got a taste of his own medicine. Riggs also watches on from ringside, nodding his head in pleasure.

Before he can drop down out of this seated position Psycho drops into a forearm strike directly to Storm’s lower spine. Kaelen finally falls to his side reaching for his spine while Psycho clamps his arms around his smaller opponent’s waist, applying a reverse bearhug.

Groans of pain escape from Kaelen’s body as he tries his best to force the arms apart from his mid-section, but Psycho’s grip is stronger than the combined mite of a thousand ravenous bears. He is fully intent on breaking every rib in Kaelen’s mid-section, fueled on by the mental image of Johnny Kingdom.

Storm refuses to submit or give in to the physical torment inflicted upon him as he starts to rise to a knee. This prompts Psycho to break his own hold and deliver a straight headbunt to the back of Storm’s skull. As a result of this impact he drops to his elbows and knees, reaching for his cranium.

Psycho now rushes up at his side, delivering a punt to Kaelen’s ribs so vicious that it lifts him up off of the canvas and sends him flipping over to his back. His arms are draped now over his ribs as Psycho charges forward and throws himself into the air.

Unlike early he connects with the back first senton splash on Storm’s ribs, sending Kaelen into a fit of convulsions. The damage inflicted by this splash knocks all the energy and air from Kaelen, who sits up gasping for oxygen. He rolls to his side while Psycho slips in behind him, locking his arms around his waist yet again for the bearhug.

Comeau: Another bearhug applied by Psycho, who is really doing a number on that torso.

Susie: So he is a Super Mutant. I bet he’s got a gore bag and everything.

Mark: This is not Fallout 3!

Despite the overwhelming crippling pain Kaelen begins to ascend upward, blocking the extent of his physical agony. Riggs encourages his partner to apply the hold with even more strength, which is exactly what the unstoppable Psycho does.

If Kaelen’s ribs were coal they would have been crushed into diamond due to the pressure exerted on them by his opponent’s thick arms. Yet to the shock of everyone he’s able to get up, prompting Psycho to break his hold once more and shove Storm forward into the ropes.

Kaelen hits them sternum first, ricocheting off backwards into Psycho who delivers a forearm to his kidneys. Storm calls out in pain before he’s shoved forward into the ropes yet again. Suddenly Storm lunges to the middle rope though and flips over backwards into a moonsault connecting directly with Psycho’s shoulder.

Both men tumble to the ring with Kaelen coming down on top for the cover.

Psycho kicks out, launching Storm off of him and across the ring. Kaelen quickly gets to his feet, urging Psycho upward as the monster slowly ascends to a standing base. He just gets up before Storm connects with a spinning back fist to the side of his skull.

The collision almost knocks Psycho from his feet as Storm now delivers a spinning back kick to his ribs. Psycho is doubled over as Kaelen rushes backwards into the ropes to get a running start. He bounces off and comes back in at his bent forward opponent.

He charges ribs first right into Psycho’s shoulder though as the big man stands up looking for the back drop. At the last second Storm wraps his arm around Psycho’s neck and pulls him down into a twisting DDT to a rousing response. Psycho is driven skull first into the ring as he now rolls to his back, laying there motionless.

Mark: Big counter by Kaelen into the DDT.

Moore: I can sympathize with Psycho, I’ve taken a lot of falls on my head too.

Comeau: Color me surprised.

Psycho remains sprawled across his back while Storm rolls across the ring under the ropes and to the apron. He stands up aching from head to toe and grabbing the top cable, quickly springing to it. He now takes flight, soaring across the ring into a huge big splash.

It connects and Storm hooks Psycho’s thick leg.

Psycho kicks out yet again to screams from the crowd.

The aching Psycho starts to stand while Kaelen jabs him across the forehead over and over again. He then steps back slamming his foot to the canvas, preparing for the Drop of the Dime (Spinning Big Boot).

His exasperated opponent stands up while gritting his teeth and Storm spins around into his patented boot, the same move that has finished off all three of his previous opponents. On this occasion it fails to meet with the same success, Psycho ducking down out of the way and catching Storm’s leg over his shoulder.

He now stands up looking to connect with a release capture suplex. However, Storm lunges into the air with his other leg and now wraps them both around Psychos’ neck. He snaps over backwards into a hurricarana that garnishes a HUGE pop from the crowd.

Comeau: Psycho the first man to counter the Drop of the Time, but then Kaelen counters into the hurricarana.

Susie: That was as cool as Vanilla Ice.

Psycho grips at the back of his neck while standing up with his back pressed to the ropes. It’s at this point that Storm charges in and delivers a step up knee strike directly to Psycho’s jaw. The scarred sociopath is almost knocked through the ropes by the impact while Storm drops beside him, applying a diamond cutter position.

He now pulls Psycho away from the ropes, looking for the move when Psycho suddenly stands up straight. A stunned Storm finds himself stretched back first across Psycho’s shoulder as the big man throws him forward half way across the ring.

Somehow Kaelen is able to land directly on his feet though, before he spins around and finds himself almost decapitated by a clothesline. Psycho’s lariat sends Storm crashing to the ring across his back.

Riggs nods approvingly while the brutish Psycho crawls into the lateral press.

Kaelen kicks out just barely, sweat beginning to drip from his frame.

Comeau: Somehow Storm getting his shoulder up even after that devastating clothesline.

Moore: He was almost beheaded, which would have been AWESOME.

Kaelen agonizingly rolls to his side while Psycho stands up and takes him around the arm and the leg. He now dead lifts Storm from the canvas and drops him down ribs first right across his raised knee. A roar of pain emanates from Storm as his arm is dragged through his legs and Psycho now lifts him into the pumphandle slam.

Kaelen is driven with tremendous force into the canvas as the Sadistic Savage hooks both of his legs for the three.

Somehow Storm has the wherewithal to launch a shoulder from the canvas, leaving Psycho rather pegged as he sits up on the canvas.

His ravenous appetite for inflicting pain will not be clinched until victory is in his hands. This fuels him onward as he stands and takes the bangs of Storm’s hair, dragging him up to his knees. Little defense remains from Kaelen after that pumpandle slam as his arms are tied up around his neck, being placed in position for the Psychotic Episode.

Mark: The end is near.

Susie: Already? But there’s still so much to do. Like braiding my pony’s hair, and buying a pony.

The crowd is screaming as Psycho prepares to hammer the death nail, Riggs continuing to watch on with relative glee. Good fortunes are on the verge of shinning for Psycho, and Storm’s winless record teeters on the brink of annihilation when all attention shifts to a figure jumping over the barricade behind Riggs.

The fans suddenly erupt at the sight of Jason Wheeler, the N.H.B Champion grabbing an unsuspecting Riggs by the shoulder and spinning him around into a hailstorm of right hands.

Comeau: Look at this!

Susie: I know, I begged the doctors to remove it.

Mark: Not that! Jason Wheeler has just jumped the barrier and he is picking up right where he left off with Riggs in 2008.

Screams echo throughout the Manhattan Center as Wheeler pummels a shocked Riggs over and over again to the forehead, knocking him backwards into the apron. That’s when his former tag team partner steps away from the ring, shooting a knee up into Jason’s ribs and doubling him over.

Psycho has taken notice of the brawl erupting outside of the ring, releasing Kaelen from the cobra clutch and shouting over the ropes at Wheeler.

Jason momentarily looks up at the scarred savage just long enough to spit in his direction. However, this ever so brief distraction allows Riggs to begin rifling off rights to Wheeler’s jaw, knocking him backwards.

Mark: This issue between Riggs and Wheeler will not die.

Susie: Just like Barbra Walters.

Another right hand sends Wheeler crumbling into the barricade, leaning on it for support. That’s when the overzealous Riggs charges in only to be caught with a drop toe hold. As a result the Painted Warrior crashes chest first into the barrier, catching hold of it and biting his lower lip in pain.

This allows Wheeler to take off around the barrier and up the ramp towards the backstage area, fully satisfied with the licks he got in on Riggs. The Painted Warrior’s rage is anything but quelled as he takes off in hot pursuit of the man who just jumped him.

Although he was given a taste of his own medicine for jumping Wheeler at the commencement of the last Riot! in 2008, he’s not willing to let bygones be bygones. He charges straight towards the back as Wheeler disappears into the gorilla position.

Susie: That scary clown just chased the Indian backstage, is there a costume party I didn’t know about?

Mark: No.

Moore: Rats, I brought my Power Rangers costume with me and everything.

Psycho stands in the ring now, shaking his head as he watches Riggs vanish through the swaying curtains. All the while Kaelen is standing up behind him with the use of the ropes. Psycho finally turns around and walks right into the Drop of the Dime. The spinning boot almost beheads Psycho, knocking him to the canvas as Storm falls onto his laid out opposition.

Mark: The Drop of the Dime spells victory yet again for Storm after that distraction from Wheeler.

Susie: That’s how all super mutants should be dealt with.

Kaelen rolls out of the ring victorious, doubling over in pain however. The vicious Psycho remains sprawled across the canvas, reaching for his jaw and trying to regain some sense of consciousness.

HIT AND RUN

Jason Wheeler scurries to a set of double doors, peaking over his shoulder to check on the proximity of Riggs. Luckily for the Black Cat he’s created some distance between himself and his rival, who is a few feet removed and brandishing a fork between his fingers.

Riggs: Your not gonna like it when I catch up with you.

Wheeler: We’ll see sweetheart, we’ll see.

Wheeler throws open the doors before him and rushes out into the parking enclosure. The doors barely have time to close before Riggs grabs them and follows his adversary.

Riggs: It’s smart of you to run Jason, but there’s no getting away.

As soon as these words are spoken Riggs’ eyes narrow on the taillights to a GTO that goes speeding out of the parking lot into the dead of night. Urgency sets in on the Painted Warrior, who’s attention shifts to a man seated on a motorcycle. The somewhat nerdy looking individual points in the direction of the car that just took off like a bat out of hell.

Riggs: Sorry pal, but get the FUCK out of my way!

Riggs physically grabs the shirt of the motorcyclist and drags him off of his hog, throwing him out of his way. He now jumps on the motorcycle himself, turns the key conveniently placed in the ignition and goes speeding off after Jason Wheeler.

The engine of the cycle roars as it passes a few trucks and exits the arena, the unfortunate pedestrian left inhaling its fumes.

He barely has time to brush the exhaust out of his face and embrace the loss of his motorcycle before a figure sits up in the bed of one of the many trucks. It’s Jason Wheeler.

Wheeler: Did he buy it?

The saddened young man nods as a smirking Wheeler hops out of the truck. He swipes his palms together as if he just completed his daily choirs.

Jason: So gullible….

Jason begins to venture back into the Manhattan Center before he spots the saddened sap remaining at his side.

Wheeler: Oh, and take this for your troubles.

A bright shinny quarter is extracted from Wheeler’s pocket and flipped towards the young man who dejectedly plucks it out of the air.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Don’t confuse Flair…. This has been a public service announcement

SANCTIONS

Sallie: I thought I was doing what Douglas wanted.

Christian: Don’t piss in my coffee and call it sugar….

An agitated World Champion runs his hand down his face as Sallie stands before him, desperately pleading her case. It’s obvious that no matter how much she tries to convince him, Savior just isn’t buying it.

Sallie: Just let me talk to Dan, I’m sure he’ll understand....

Savior: No, just no. Can’t you see the man is rigorously training for his match tonight? He can’t be bothered with your non sense.

Savior gestures across the President’s office to Douglas, who is already dressed in some crude ring gear as he slugs a punching bag repeatedly. Dan has worked up a healthy sweat as he continues his strenuous training regiment.

Savior: So for the time being you answer to me. Understood?

Sallie lowers her head and tries to nod.

Christian: Do you honestly think my mother raised an idiot? She didn’t, hell, she barely raised me at all. So you kicked Kingdom out of the building right when he was about to take care of not only Riggs but Orlando as well? Do you not grasp the concept of why Douglas named Orlando and Kingdom the tag champions in the first place? We’ve been waiting forever for them to implode and destroy each other. And when we’re finally on the cusp of seeing it happen you intervene? Why Sallie, why did you do it.

The conflicted beauty is unable to form a response, which causes an unsettling smile to form on the outraged features of the champion.

Savior: Ohhh, I get it. You were protecting Orlando weren’t you.

Sallie: Of course no…

Savior’s palm juts out right in front of her face.

Christian: I don’t want to hear your lies. You don’t think we’ve noticed your little convos with Cruze as of late? Of course we have, and believe me, sanctions are going to be imposed on you for your unacceptable behavior. You were put in this position for one reason, to ruin Orlando’s life, not improve it.

Sallie: I know, I’ve just had doubts…

Savior: Doubts, DOUBTS! Well let me put your concerns to rest Sallie, let me clarify your situation. If you don’t start doing what you were hired for, then you can start looking for a new job.

Audaciously Savior brushes Sallie’s hair from her shoulder and places his palm upon it, making her increasingly uncomfortable.

Christian: Do you really want to put your daughter through that? Are you ready to be thrown out on the streets with your little girl?

The thought terrifies Sallie as Savior lifts up on her chin.

Savior: Then start playing ball. You and Krissie are skating on thin ice right now, don’t fall through. Now GET OUT!

Christian points to the door as Sallie reluctantly vacates the dressing room. The World Champion watches her leave before turning towards Dan who is still laying into the punching bag.

Savior: You ready for tonight?

Douglas looks away from the bag and removes his tooth-guard, his eyes brimming with intensity.

Douglas: You better believe I’m ready to put down those diseased mutts.

He goes back to beating on the bag as Savior smirks a little more, reassured by these comments. Suddenly the door flings open and to Christian’s delight his partner for the evening enters. Pat Evans steps straight past Christian towards Douglas. Before he can reach him Savior wedges his palm to Pat’s sternum.

Christian: Whoa, whoa, whoa, where do you think your going?

Evans: I need to talk to Douglas….

Pat gently brushes the hand away from his sternum.

Savior: Anything you need to talk to him about you can discuss with me.

Although a bit put off by the tone of his partner’s voice Evans grins nevertheless.

Pat: Alright, I want to talk to you about this.

His finger jabs the golden plate of the World title over Savior’s shoulder, causing Christian’s confidence to fade.

Christian: Uhhh, I think that’s a conversation for another time Patty.

Evans: Yeah, I figured as much. How about we talk about that son of a bitch Nathan Creed instead?

Christian reassuringly slaps his partner on the bicep.

Savior: Rest assured Pat, we’ll take care of Creed in due time. But tonight we want to concentrate on Riggs and Cruze. Stay focused.

Pat: Okay then, what about this “big announcement” that Axl Evermore and Max Craven are promising? How do we intend on handling that?

Savior: This is the first I’ve heard of any big announcement.

Dan: NYET, NYET….

Both Evans and Savior are jarred from their dialogue, their attention shifting to Douglas. Finally Dan has stopped laying into the bag long enough to eavesdrop on their conversation.

Douglas: You guys let me worry about Sex & Violence, alright. That’s one thing I can take care of tonight.

Naturally both Evans and Savior are intrigued by this statement as Douglas returns to pummeling the punching bag.

AURORA ROSE-FREAK VS. THE DISCO NINJA

Mark: Things a little tense backstage between the Conspiracy.

Susie: They all need a nice soothing back massage.

“OPEN WOUNDS” now streams through the PA system, resulting in a very loud reception for one Aurora Rose. The sultry vixen strolls onto the stage and momentarily throws her hand into the air in your classic anti-authority rock gesture. All of the ballyhoo surrounding her arrival escalates as she makes her trademark entrance, sliding under the ropes, slipping across her knees then jumping to a turnbuckle where once again she makes that rock pose.

Comeau: In ring action continuing with the arrival of Aurora Rose as she sets to collide with a newcomer here to the IWC scene.

Moore: A newcomer, do they have two hearts, bald heads and a bunch of weird spots on their temples?

Mark: Not a newcomer in the sense of a character from Alien Nation….

Susie: Awwww, bored now.

Rose drops down out of the corner, then twists and observes her cheering admirers while a large Disco Ball descends from the ring. Filling the arena with spinning lights while the arena lights grow dim and The Bee Gees' "Night Fever" hits the audio system of the arena. Suddenly a puff of smoke explodes at the top of the ramp leading down to the ring. From this hazy view, everyone can see a shadowed figure disco dancing while the smoke. When the smoke clears and the Disco Ninja is seen in the dim light of his disco lights. He starts a series of handspring flips down to the ring, stopping at the aporn before rolling over the top rope and performing three jumping Jean Claude Van Damme roundhouse kicks before doing a Bruce Lee style martial Arts pose to crowds reaction.

Susie: Wow, who is this guy? Is it Chuck Norris in disguise?

Mark: I sure hope not. Last time I checked Chuck Norris isn’t Asian. I’m intrigued at seeing what this young man can do, given his somewhat outlandish personal life.

Moore: I hope it involves lots of interpretive dance.

The Disco Ninja turns towards an already irritated Aurora and has the audacity to make a lasso motion with his wrist. He now pretends to wrangle Rose in the lasso, and attempt to pull her forward with the make believe rope. It’s at this point that Aurora snaps, rushing forward and delivering a superkick directly to the Disco Ninja’s jaw.

The strike knocks him to the canvas as Rose immediately drops into the lateral press.

Comeau: This match may be over before it even gets started.

Susie: Ohh, but the dancing just begun.

The referee makes the three count.

Shockingly the Disco Ninja kicks out directly before the three count. Aurora is a tad flustered as she sits up and bangs her fists on the canvas. She now stands up and rushes into the cables, bouncing off of them into a forward roll. The agile Aurora flips forward into a rolling thunder senton splash.

The collision with the Ninja’s ribs leaves him convulsing on the canvas as Aurora stands up at his side. She now flips over backwards into a standing moonsault, crashing down on top of him once again. The leg is hooked as the official makes the obligatory count.

Again a frantic Disco Ninja kicks out, barely getting his shoulder up yet again.

Mark: Aurora exploding with offensive move after offensive move against the Disco Ninja, who so far has been completely unable to get out of the gates.

Moore: Are you trying to say that the Disco Ninja is a horse? Because if he’s a ninja horse, that would be AWESOME!

Aurora rises to her feet and approaches the turnbuckle, slipping through the ropes and scaling the corner. She reaches the top rope, setting up to finish off the Disco Ninja and do so quickly. For a moment she has to balance herself before taking flight, soaring through the air for a frog splash.

However, she comes crashing down right into the raised knees of the Disco Ninja.

The landing leaves Aurora writhing in anguish, rolling across the canvas with her arms draped over her brutalized ribcage. Despite her physical agony she rises and walks right into a corkscrew shoulder block from her recovered opponent.

The Disco Ninja now rolls across the canvas straight to his feet and begins to hop on one foot towards the rising Aurora. Once he’s reached Rose he drags her up to her feet and scoops her into the air, setting up to slam her down.

At the last second though, Aurora slips over the Ninja’s shoulder and lands on her feet behind him. She now spins around into a roaring elbow. Before it can connect the Disco Ninja ducks the inbound forearm.

A stunned Rose is now forced to spin around to get her hands on her crafty opposition only to walk right into a hard jab to the jaw. Another right hand then connects with Aurora’s forehead, almost knocking her from her feet. Somehow she remains upright, wavering back and forth. This gives the Disco Ninja enough time to bust out the lawnmower with his arms and before thrusting his finger towards the sky.

After completing this dance maneuver, he steps towards Rose and lays her out with a hard right hand.

Moore: WOW!!

Mark: Um, okay. Disco Ninja busting out some Travolta in between laying the smack on Aurora.

Aurora’s jaw is aching as she rolls to her knees, trying her best to stand upright. Somehow she just gets up when the crafty Ninja kicks her to the ribs, doubling her over. He now hooks both of her arms, setting up for some type of big move.

At the last second Aurora pushes the back of her head into Disco Ninja’s ribs and powers him backwards into the corner. He is rammed hard spine first against the turnbuckle as Aurora steps back and lunges into the air. She lands in a seated position right on top of the Disco Ninja’s chest then begins to rifle off with right hands into his forehead.

The majority of the crowd counts along with each shot that is landed before Aurora drops back, landing on her feet then lunging into the air. She wedges her feet directly to the Disco Ninja’s ribs, trying to connect with a monkey flip. Before she can hit it the Disco Ninja pushes her off.

As a result Aurora is sent into a backwards flip, landing on her feet gracefully. That’s when the Disco Ninja charges out of the corner right into a hurricarana.

He is flipped forward, landing on his back and reaching for his kidneys. The disco dancer tries to stand up only to have Aurora lunge into a forearm to his jaw, followed by another, and then another. These blows have the Disco Ninja reeling as Aurora takes him by the wrist and attempts to whip him across the ring.

However, the Disco Ninja counters, pulling Rose forward into a twisting back elbow to the forehead. After connecting the Ninja spins a few more times and drops into the splits. He now pops back up to his feet and once again commences with the lawnmower dance routine.

Susie: I think I just got a boner.

Mark: Despite not having the correct anatomy nothing would shock me in this company.

Aurora stumbles her way to her feet as the Disco Ninja steps in placing her in a front chancery. He now hooks her leg and lifts her up into a fisherman suplex position.

Aurora counters and lands right on top of his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. The crafty Ninja rushes forward, going for a TKO neckbreaker when Aurora slips off of his shoulders and lands on her feet behind him, locking her arm around his neck as she sets up for the Sinful Desires (Stratusfaction).

The crowd is screaming as Rose charges forward prepared to hit the move. Right before she can connect though, the Disco Ninja pushes her off into the ropes. She bounces off them chest first and staggers backwards school boy.

The Disco Ninja twists his body to throw all his weight across the back of Rose’s thighs.

An eruption emanates from the crowd as the Disco Ninja just picked up a stunning pinfall.

Comeau: A shocking roll up by the Disco Ninja, as he picks up his very first IWC victory.

Susie: WOW! He really is Travolta incarnate.

A speechless Aurora sits up on the canvas, her mouth agape and her saucer sized eyes glaring at the official. She can’t believe she was just pinned out of nowhere. Her shock is coupled with disgust as the Disco Ninja stands up and commences with a celebratory dance.

Moore: All this dancing is making me want to shake it. Let’s do the funky chicken.

Mark: Nooooooo.

The Disco Ninja continues to shake his groove thing in the ring to celebrate this big debut win over Aurora. That’s when an all too familiar figure materializes at ringside. The fans have a very loud mixed reception for Porno Lad, lugging a satchel along beside him.

Comeau: Oh great, this is exactly what we need right now.

Moore: A pon….

Mark: No, NOT A GOD-DAMN PONY!

Susie: A girl can dream can’t she?

The fans, as well as the Disco Ninja are fickle as to why Porno Lad has sauntered to ringside, flanked yet again by his entrouge of Katlyn and BFG. They are silent observers as PL motions for the disco dancing fool, sorry Glenn Gilberti, to make his way to the ropes.

An intrigued Disco Ninja sticks his head through the ropes, looking down at the man demanding his attention. It’s at this point that Porno Lad opens the satchel just enough so that the 70’s obsessed athlete can see inside. Once he looks into the bag his eyes open wider than Carmen Electra’s vagina.

Porno Lad: What do ya say?

The Disco Ninja is almost too enchanted by the mystery object in the bag to respond. Finally, after much delay he nods slowly, unable to muster much emotion. He now drops to the canvas and rolls under the ropes, beginning to follow Porno Lad up the ramp like he were ET being led along by a trail of Skittles.

Comeau: What’s in that satchel?

Moore: A Beegees CD?

Mark: I don’t know, but whatever it is it’s got the Disco Ninja mesmerized. He seems to be under a trance.

The Disco Ninja continues to follow Porno Lad as they march to the backstage area alongside BFG and Katlyn.

FREAK’S QUEST

Sweat continues to trickle down David Freak’s features as he sits on a chair in his dressing room, watching a monitor. After just seeing what transpired he finds himself even more light headed than before. The exhausted, physically and mentally, Freak leans back in his chair, running his palms down his sweaty face.

OUCH.

A huge grin extends across Billy Mayne’s face, one that he doesn’t even try to feebly hide. He swaggers into David’s dressing room with microphone clutched in hand and forced sympathy in his eyes.

Billy: Not a very good night for the Freaks.

David blankly gazes at the ever so irritating correspondent.

David: Billy, question, ask it.

The ever so stunned Mayne is put off by this demand.

Mayne: Not one for small talk are we? Sad, it’s not very often I actually do what I’m paid for.

Freak: Now would be a good time to start.

Billy: Fiiiinee. David, how will you and Aurora ever recover from tonight’s fiasco?

The disgruntled Mayne forces enthusiasm behind his inquiry. Once again he receives a dead stare from David.

Freak: Simple. Aurora and I are going to do what nobody else has been able to.

Billy: Your finally going to convince Douglas to put me back behind the announce table? David, I think I just fell passionately in love with you….

David: Before we start marching in any colorful parades Billy, I have to correct you.

Mayne’s expression is soured.

Freak: While I was sitting back here recovering from a possible concussion and hallucinating about the cast of the Brady Bunch, I had an epiphany.

Billy: I think they have a cream for that now.

David: An epiphany Billy. Put your ADHD on pause long enough to follow. In between the hallucinations and the mild depression, I saw this issue between Riggs and Jason Wheeler continuing to spiral out of control. I mean, for God sakes Wheeler unintentionally just helped the Conspiracy by luring Riggs out of the building. Their problems are starting to spill over and effect the entire roster.

Mayne: Like a bad case of herpes?

Freak: Sure, whatever makes it more relatable to you. The point is something needs to be done about this whole escalating rivalry. So Aurora and I are going to accomplish the impossible, on behalf of the entire roster we’re going to get Wheeler and Riggs to reunite.

For once Mayne is as speechless as Helen Keller.

Mayne: Seriously?

David: As serious as a heart attack. You just watch, because the Freaks are going to fix everything. Once Riggs and Wheeler bury the hatchet, they’ll be right back to causing chaos for the Conspiracy.

David returns his focus to the television monitor while the correspondent stands over him, eyes batting awkwardly. After a few prolonged moments Freak looks back up at the former commentator.

Freak: Billy, out.

Mayne’s head lowers as he turns and vacates the dressing room, leaving David to his masterful plot.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Wrestling, there’s no room for opinions…. This has been a public service announcement

KITTY LOVE

A bright golden star with the word “Hellkat” written in its center is pasted to a pale white door. A light shadow is cast over this star, implying someone is located in the hallway, looming just outside of the IWC star’s dressing room. After a moment’s delay the camera pulls back to spot Hurse.

A mixed response, with a surprising amount of cheers can be heard in the background at the sight of the new Submission Champion. The recently obtained gold rests over his shoulder, yet it fails to imbue Hurse with anymore confidence. A slight sweat trickles down his face as his free hand raises to knock at the door but continues to hesitate.

His other palm is filled with a bundle of roses and various other flowers, perhaps an offering to the ever so crafty Hellkat.

Hurse: Heeeeewww, you can do this Steven, you can do this.

His shakes his fist out to his side, trying to motivate himself to work up the nerve to knock on the door.

Hurse: Come on God dammit, you have a penis and two balls, you’re a winner, a winner.

The speech properly amps him up as he works through his nerves and reaches out towards the door, finally ready to knock.

Robin: I’ve been looking everywhere for you.

A girlish yelp emanates from Hurse, who jumps into the air then turns his back to the door, trying his best to conceal the name on it. Brooks stands beside him with an arched eyebrow, perplexed by his reaction.

Hurse: Jesus, your like a cat or something….NO…um, not a cat, I hate cats…

Brooks tilts her head speculatively, increasingly bothered by Hurse’s behavior.

Hurse: You’re like a ninja, cause your so stealthy. Not like a cat at all, no feline, nuh uh, cats ummmm, smell.

He stomps his foot and keeps up the charade.

Brooks: Oookay. Listen, my title match is up next, but I thought on our way to the ring we could talk about hiring a wedding coordinator. You know, someone who will take care of the music and all that stuff….

Hurse: GREAT. Sounds perfect. I’m not hiding anything behind my back.

Robin: What?

Hurse: Huh? OH. I said I got these flowers for you.

The flowers are thrust towards Brooks, who has to jump out of the way to keep from being hit in the face.

Brooks: Why thank you Steven, that’s actually...what’s the word? Sweet.

Hurse: Nothings too good for my fiancée.

Robin: You better believe it.

Hurse: Shall we….?

He lifts his arm into the air for his surprised lover. Robin is shocked by his chivalry as she wraps her arm around his.

Hurse: Let’s make sure that belt stays just where it is my little kitten….NO….my uhhh, my little eye booger.

Brooks rolls her eyes and readjusts the X-Class Championship over her shoulder as the two move towards the ring. A sigh of relief emanates from Hurse, grateful that he got himself out of that tense situation. The camera remains planted on the door leading to Hellkat’s dressing room.

INDECENT PROPOSAL

The show now cuts back to the interior of the Manhattan Center where the crowd is going nuts at the sight of Max Craven and Axl Evermore.

Mark Comeau: Fans, we welcome you back to the first RIOT! of 2009 as Max Craven and Axl Evermore, 2008's Tag Team of the Year, are standing in the middle of the ring right now, with a New Year's message for our fans!

Susie Moore: ...You think Max stuffed his crotch with his trophy?

Comeau: Eww, Susie. Just "eww".

Axl Evermore: IWC fans, it would be remiss of me NOT to wish you all...a very FULLY LOADED HAPPY NEW YEAR from YOUR 2008 Tag Team of the Year, Sex & Violence!

The crowd cheers as they are greeted by the 2-time former Cartel Champion.

Max Craven: Thank you, thank you. That reception certainly gives me a warm, tingly feeling down deep in the middle of my crotch.

The crowd chuckles at the lewd joke.

Max: But seriously, folks; we're actually here before my title match with some very serious news.

Mark: What kind of news?

Axl: You see...a few weeks ago, IWC Owner Dan Douglas--

The crowd boos viciously at the mention of the Owner's name as Axl and Max attempt to calm them down.

Evermore: Yes, I know. A few weeks ago, he came up to us with his head writer by his side and made us...something of an "indecent proposal". He offered YOUR 2008 Tag Team of the Year...a spot in The Conspiracy!

The crowd boos viciously some more at the mention of this, a few chants of "Don't do it!" starting up.

Craven: We actually told him that we'd sleep on it! Then Extinction happened, and the Year-End Awards happened, and we just lost track of time. But we thought it over VERY SERIOUSLY and we have an answer for you TONIGHT, Dan Douglas, whose name we are contractually obligated to mention at the end of every other paragraph when we talk about you!

Mark: WHAT?? They were actually seriously considering joining Douglas and The Conspiracy??

Axl: That's right! Dan Douglas...OUR ANSWER IS...

HOLD ON JUST ONE SECOND!

He's interrupted as Dan Douglas, in wrestling gear, emerges from the back to a chorus of boos, flanked by a smirking IWC Champion Christian Savior and a seething former Submission Champion Pat Evans, who's holding a microphone.

Pat Evans: You know, you two have got SOME NERVE coming out here and telling these people that Dan Douglas offered you a position in this group...ESPECIALLY because Christian and I would've known about it IMMEDIATELY. And you REALLY have some nerve coming out here and telling these people that Dan Douglas would even consider offering you a spot in this group, even though he has a more than capable team in Savior and myself! And you ESPECIALLY have some nerve coming out here and LYING to the people you love to entertain the most about Dan Douglas offering you a position in a group where Christian and I have BOTH kicked your sorry asses from pillar to post MULTIPLE times!

Axl: Well, before you crap yourself from all the strain there...why don't you ask the Boss Man HIMSELF about it?

Savior, now noticeably more perturbed, and Evans both turn towards Douglas, who, strangely enough, has a confident--almost arrogant, even--smile on his face. Douglas asks Evans for the mic as he nods.

Dan Douglas: As a matter of fact, Mr. Evermore there in the ring is absolutely one-hundred percent correct--I DID make an offer to Sex & Violence to join The Conspiracy...and to be quite honest, I had actually come THIS CLOSE to rescinding it; but when Orlando Cruze put Silencer out with injuries and Nathan Creed showed his true colors inside the Weapon's Lair, I decided to actually be...PATIENT. I decided to wait and see what your response would be, and if you would finally make the SMARTEST decision you could possibly make, and join The Conspiracy.

Max: Well, you know...since we've had a while to think about it--

Evans angrily grabs the mic.

Evans: "Think", nothing! Those rinky-dink little trophies you've got mean NOTHING compared to the fact that I held the Submission Title for most of the year and the fact that the man standing RIGHT NEXT TO ME is THE World Heavyweight Champion of the IWC! PLUS, that over-sexed horn-dog STILL hasn't won an IWC belt, and YOU couldn't win back the Cartel Title from a LADDER!

Evermore: HEY--that Ladder had DESOLATION on his side, so it wasn't a fair fight to begin with! But let's be honest and serious here, Patty--at the end of 2008, and the beginning of 2009, WE actually HAVE trophies and a year-long award to our name that we can milk to no end...and YOU lost your belt to the guy you've been getting one-up on for most of the year, Hurse!

Ironically enough, the mention of Hurse's name actually garners some cheers among the crowd, while Desolation's name gets a mixed reaction. Savior asks for the mic as he is being mercilessly booed before he can even speak.

Christian Savior: Well you know, you two are ALSO looking at a Year-End Award winner, arguably the most important one, to boot. Don't forget--I was voted IWC's Wrestler of the Year, not to mention the fact that I AM the IWC World Heavyweight Champion...plus I didn't have any cracks made about overdoing it on the VO5 Hot Oil. BESIDES...what makes you two even think that you're in our league?? You lost to Aurora Rose and David Freak, for Heaven's sakes!

Max: Your point being, you blow-dryed gas-bag...?

Before Savior can continue the berating, Douglas grabs the mic with an angry expression that quickly dissolves to a calm smile after only a couple of seconds.

Douglas: LOOK, this is 2009...it's a new year, and the first RIOT! of the new year is a chance for NEW BEGINNINGS. What say we get a new beginning...begun, and you give these paying customers the answer we've all been waiting for? (grinning) Are you going to be hottest tag team to move on up to the BIG LEAGUES since the Dudleys?? ...Or are you two only worth the one-dollar-per-show you CURRENTLY get paid?

He smirks arrogantly, fully expecting Sex & Violence to emphatically say "Yes" to the offer as the crowd is desperately pleading with them not to do it.

Axl: Well GEE, you know...we'd LIKE to give you an answer now...but that unwarranted interruption from Pete 'n' Ashley Wentz up there ate up all the rest of our allotted pre-match promo time!

Max: So we'll tell you what--I'm going to beat Robin Brooks and become the new X-Class Champion NOW...and we'll give you our answer at the END of the night.

Douglas's arrogance quickly vanishes as he gestures, annoyed at being told to wait, for Evans and Savior to follow him to the back to help him finish preparing for the match against Orlando Cruze later, as Evermore and Craven simply wave bye-bye from the middle of the ring. The crowd is roaring, mostly with boos, at the possibility of Sex & Violence selling out to The Conspiracy.

Comeau: Well, you heard it right here, folks--Sex & Violence will have an answer to Dan Douglas's "indecent proposal" by the end of the night!

Susie: I've had some pretty indecent proposals before! One guy proposed to me while wearing nothing but cowboy boots, and then he got taken away by the police before I could say "yes"!

Mark: Very disturbing, Susie...very disturbing. STAY TUNED, folks...we'll be right back as Max takes on Robin Brooks for the X-Class Title!

COMMERCIAL BREAK

What?

ROBIN BROOKS © VS. MAX CRAVEN

The show returns to the ring where Max Craven is standing in anticipation of his upcoming match. Axl Evermore has vacated ringside to allow his partner to handle this title bout on his own.

Comeau: Welcome back to Riot!, and we’re just moments away from the first title match of 2009.

Moore: Too bad it’s not a Cartel title defense, I’d love to see Ladder get a rematch against that blasphemous belt.

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

Rah! Rah!
Rah! Rah!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eeeeeeeyow!

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

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

The curtains start to move and out runs the energetic yet egotistical Robin Brooks, many of the fans disgusted by her presence. The X-Class Championship is wrapped snuggly around her shoulder as she stands beside her smiling fiancée, also clad in the Submission belt. Brooks smells the roses she was given earlier while moving towards the squared circle. Hurse follows closely behind in a state of relief over getting out of the sticky situation backstage. The Black Widow finally reaches the ring and hops to the apron, slipping through the cables and leaving Hurse on the outside, holding the flowers.

Moore: Awe, how sweet, Robin and Hurse brought me some flowers. It’s not a pony, but it’ll do for now.

Comeau: I don’t think those flowers ever made it to their original target Anyway Robin has held that X-Class gold since Paranoia V, for almost six months now in fact, will Craven finally be the one who takes it away from her?

To the delight of his hometown crowd Craven stands across from Brooks, ready to challenge for her X-Class title. Hurse eagerly stands on the apron, requesting that he be given the belt to properly protect it. Robin gives him a sideways glance and instead hands the championship to the referee, leaving her fiancée dejected.

Comeau: It seems that we’re ready for some X-Class title action ladies and gentlemen. The first championship match of the new year promises to be a doozy as Brooks puts her gold on the line against the sexual savior Max Craven.

Moore: I love all these monikers? Can I have a moniker too? If so I want to be called Space Chimp!!

Mark: I think you miss the point of what a moniker is suppose to be.

Susie: Oh? Is it something rich people wear for glasses?

Comeau: That’s a MONOCLE!

The hype continues to escalate as the bell sounds and Craven charges forward into Robin. She immediately steps through the ropes, insinuating that she wants to start this match on her terms. The referee forms a human barrier between Max and Robin, gently pushing him backwards.

That’s when Robin charges out of the ropes and attempts a cheap shot on Max. Craven ducks her attempted blow though and pulls down on the referee so that he avoids the shot as well. Brooks now spins around looking for a right hand only to have Craven drag the official in front of him.

Brooks stops in mid-swing upon realizing that her fist is about to connect with the referee’s face. The official stoops down, cowering to avoid the blow as Craven charges up behind him, steps off of Fitzpatrick’s back and launches himself into a hurricarana.

He lands right on top of the Black Widow’s shoulders and drags her over into the maneuver. Robin flips across the ring, hitting the canvas before she rolls towards Hurse, who is still pouting on the outside. He has his arms crossed as Brooks glares through the ropes at him.

Hurse: None of that would have happened if you had just let me hold your belt.

Robin leans throat first on the second rope and spouts off some insults as Craven charges up behind her. He throws himself crotch first into the back of Brooks’ head, chocking her against the second cable.

Comeau: Craven getting this X-Class title bout off to an interesting start.

Moore: I can’t believe Cheetara is off to such a bad start. That darn Mumm-Ra is up to his old tricks again.

Mark: It’s 2009 and your still using that same lame joke?

Susie: Joke?

Robin rolls across the ring holding her throat which is slightly red. It’s at this point that Craven wraps his arms around her waist, ending up in a rather provocative position. Once Hurse spots Max bent over Robin’s backside he flips out, especially as Craven gawks in his direction.

He rushes at the ring and jumps onto the apron, only to be held at bay by official Fitzpatrick. Brooks now reaches back with her free hand, flicking Max right in the eye then pulling him over into a drop toe hold. He slams into the canvas as Brooks dives over his back and lands at his side, applying the headlock.

The fans boo this shift in momentum as Robin has Craven grounded in the hold. Despite all of that he begins to stand up ever so slowly, trying to jostle his way free from the submission.

Finally he frees himself and slips behind Brooks’ back, hooking both of her arms into a full nelson submission. The Black Widow rises all the way to her feet while Craven continues to exert pressure on the hold. That’s when she slips free, sliding down Craven’s chest and falling to her back on the canvas. She reaches up with her legs, wrapping them around Max’s waist and then pulling him down into a forward roll.

Brooks is seated on the chest of the Sex & Violence member, pulling down on the back of his legs for the early pin.

Craven kicks out, knocking Brooks into a backwards roll. She ends up on her feet as does Craven, the two charging at one another. Max ducks an attempted clothesline, hooking Brooks’ arm from behind and then pulling her around into a reverse neckbreaker position.

However, Robin counters instead into a backslide.

Max gets his shoulder up and drops over to his knees in the process.

Mark: Some fast paced action between Champion and Challenger in the early stages of this bout.

Susie: This is faster than Dan Douglas’ hands during an interview.

Craven stands up in front of Brooks and hooks her arms in the process. The X-Class Champion is dragged to her feet as Max begins to deliver knee strikes to her prone face, neither arm free to block these shots. Finally Max goes for a finishing knee strike only to have Brooks pull her arms free and reach out, wrapping then around the back of Craven’s inbound knees.

She lifts up on them, causing Max to trip over onto his back with Robin flipping forward into the jackknife cover.

Craven sits up and sends Brooks rolling backwards onto her feet yet again. She now charges forward into Max who places his feet to her inbound ribs, monkey flipping her through the air. To the surprise of the crowd Robin flips over and lands gracefully on the canvas.

Max quickly gets to his feet as Brooks spins around and charges directly at him only to be caught under the arm. Craven tries to hip toss her but to his shock Robin flips forward once again landing on her feet. She then spins around and delivers another flick to Max’s eyes.

Hurse: BRILLIANT, BRILLIANT!

Hurse is clapping hysterically while Robin jumps into the air and dropkicks Craven to his upper back. The collision sends Max staggering forward into the ropes. He bounces sternum first off of the top cable being ricocheted towards the Black Widow.

Robin once again lunges into the air and this time catches the inbound Craven around the neck, dragging him down into a bulldog. Max’s face crashes hard against the ring before he rolls to his back, laying half conscious.

Susie: This is great, Robin hit a big flashy move. She wins right?

Comeau: No, and didn’t you just hate her like a few weeks ago?

Moore: I did?

Robin gets to her feet and charges into the ropes, bouncing off into a cartwheel. She now lands on her feet and flips over backwards into a moonsault, crashing down right on top of Max’s ribs and then hooking both of his legs.

Max kicks out, lobbing his shoulder from the ring and narrowly avoiding defeat. As a result of this kick out Robin stands up at Max’s side and pushes herself up into a headstand. She now flips out of the headstand into a leg drop directly across her challenger’s throat.

Max sits up reaching for his throat after the landing while Brooks takes him around the jaw. Craven is rolled to his knees as the Black Widow slaps him to both cheeks.

Brooks: Nobody is taking away my belt. I’m royal, I’m fucking MAJESTIC!

Brooks immediately locks on a front chancery with the body scissors established at the same time. This causes Craven to fall forward with Brooks simultaneously applying pressure with both submission holds to screams from the crowd.

Mark: Robin could very well be on the eve of retaining her title if Max taps to this hold.

Moore: GOOD! WOMEN’S LIB! Quick Mark, give me your braw so I can burn it.

Comeau: I don’t wear a braw.

Susie: Oh, I always knew we had a lot in common.

Max’s face has gone purple as Robin deprives it of all air, and squeezes at his lungs with the full mite of her powerful thighs. Although Craven has found himself in this position on many occasion, trapped between the legs of a women, it has never taken such a physical toll on his body.

A smile slips across Robin’s face as she realizes that Max is moments away from giving into the pain, from tapping out to this lethal combination. Much to her chagrin however, Craven refuses to give up so easily as he begins to reach back for her ankles, trying to uncross them from behind his lower spine.

He breaks them apart at last and now flips forward, landing on his seat beside Brooks, grabbing her arm and taking her around the neck. To the delight of the Manhattan fans, Max has countered into the Anaconda Vice.

Hurse: He’s cheating ref, that’s a choke hold!

Screams emit from both Brooks and the fans, who realize that the Champion’s grasp on her gold is fading away. Craven can feel her energy slipping away, causing him to devote more pressure to the hold. That’s when she leans back and surprisingly clamps her legs around Craven’s neck.

She now pulls him down into the head scissors, forcing him to break the Anaconda Vice. However, Craven rolls over to his knees with the legs still trapped around his head, starting to stand up while doubled over forward. He now begins to twist his body, pulling Brooks over onto her chest and stomach, her legs still clamped around her opponent’s head.

The Black Widow now frees her cranium and grabs one of the legs as he steps over her back, countering into a single Boston Leg Crab. Robin calls out in pain as she pushes herself up onto her elbows, glaring at the ropes all the while.

Comeau: An intriguing series of counters leading right into the Boston Crab.

Susie: This isn’t good. Somehow I tied my shoe laces together.

The fans are hopping excitedly as Brooks desperately pulls her frame towards the ropes, dragging Craven along with her. Hurse is playing the part of flight director, standing behind the ropes motioning for the Black Widow to crawl towards them.

Sweat begins to trickle down Brooks’ face as she gets closer, inch by inch to those ropes. Max is seemingly on the eve of laying claim to his first X-Class Championship before Brooks reaches out and grabs the bottom rope. The reaction from the crowd drastically changes as Craven breaks the hold, twists around, grabs Robin around the waist and lifts her up into a wheelbarrow.

Somehow Robin reaches back though, wrapping her arm around Max’s chin and dropping to her seat, delivering a bulldog out of the wheelbarrow position.

Craven slams face first into the ring at great force

Mark: That was a big counter from the Black Widow.

Moore: Big, that’s HUGE! Just look at the size of her ass.

Brooks rolls across the canvas to her feet while Craven sways on his knees, having bounced back up to a kneeling base after that face first impact. This allows Robin enough time to charge forward and hit a hard front dropkick directly to Craven’s jaw, knocking him to his back.

She now rolls into the cover, hooking both of his legs.

Max keeps his title hopes alive by getting his shoulder up. An angered Brooks stands up and steps over her challenger before approaching the turnbuckle, beginning to scale it. All the while her back is aimed towards Craven, looking for some type of huge airborne maneuver.

She has no idea that Max has gotten to his feet behind her and is now charging at the ropes, jumping to the middle cable. He springs off then twists around upside down, catching Brooks by the waist and pulling her off the turnbuckle into a sunset flip powerbomb.

He leans forward into the back of her legs for the pinfall.

Robin gets her shoulder up, keeping her championship ambitions alive. All the while Max rolls backwards into the corner, pulling himself up onto the second rope while Robin slowly gets to her feet. The second she stands Craven comes flying out of the corner only to be caught in mid-air with a jumping spinning heel kick from the Black Widow.

Comeau: These two busting out the high flying shenanigans.

Moore: I love shenanigans, it’s a type of food right?

An exasperated Brooks drags herself up with the assistance of the cables then turns her back to Max before lunging to the top rope. She lands across it on the back of her legs and flips over in reverse, hitting the Arabian Press on the laid out Craven.

She grabs at her ribs while rolling away from Max, who also has hold of his mid-section, aching in pain. Robin gets to her feet and jumps over Max before springing to the middle rope now. She flips over backwards into a standard lionsault, once again crashing against Max’s mid-section with force.

The Black Widow falls forward into the cover, hooking the challenger’s leg.

At the last second Max launches his shoulder from the ring, resulting in a loud pop from the crowd. Hurse drops to his knees with his hands clasped together, praying that Brooks is able to put Craven away. Despite this kick out Robin rises to her feet and takes Max by the hair, rolling him to a kneeling base.

She pulls him up and sets for the stunner. To her disbelief however, Craven counters, pulling his head free and hooking Robin’s arms from behind. He now lifts her into position for his version of the vertibreaker. He has trouble holding her up though as he staggers backwards in the direction of the ropes.

This momentary stumble allows Robin to squirm free, dropping down over the ropes and landing on the apron. She now pulls herself over looking for some type of forearm smash only to have Craven turn at the last second, catching her right on top of his shoulders.

He steps across the ring swinging her around into position for the North Eastern Driver. He pulls her down into the move only to have Brooks shockingly flip forward, landing directly on her feet. This prompts Craven to step up behind his nimble opponent, taking her around the neck and now setting for the Half Cocked Clutch (One and Only).

Comeau: Craven’s gonna get the win with the Half Cocked Clutch.

Susie: The name of that move alone should be enough to warrant a victory.

At the last second Robin drops to her knees, pulling down on Craven’s arm and flipping him over her head. Craven drops down into a forward roll across the canvas, getting to his feet and turning right as the Black Widow goes for a superkick.

Max catches her inbound foot though, right before it can connect with his jaw. He pushes down on the leg and sends Brooks around into a spin.

She turns to face Craven then kicks him to the gut before connecting with the stunner.

Hurse almost jumps out of his breeches at ringside, going absolutely nuts for Brooks’ big maneuver.

AMAZING!

All attention suddenly diverts from the action in the ring to the entry way where Porno Lad has appeared, microphone grasped in hand. He runs his hand through his silky hair and watches the momentarily paused action in the ring with wide eyes.

Porno Lad: I had no idea there could be good matches without Porno Lad being involved in them.

Robin’s face contorts into a look of disgust, completely forgetting she may have the pin over the laid out Craven. Her fiancé shares in this repulsed expression.

Susie: It’s that pranking hippie. Those are the most dangerous hippies of all.

Comeau: I agree, although I’m not sure why Porno Lad could be considered a hippie.

Porno Lad continues unabashed by the scornful glares he’s receiving.

Porno Lad: Now I know what people are thinking. Porno Lad, how do you get your hair so bouncy and radiant? But that’s an answer for another time, because I’m here right now to offer an apology.

A mixed reaction correlates to this confession as Porno Lad lifts his palm, calling for them to give him a moment.

Porno Lad: I’m here to say I’m sorry Robin and Steven.

Confusion sets into both Hurse and Brooks, who exchange a glance.

Porno Lad: I realize now that maybe I’ve been a little rough on you two over the past few months with all my “pranks.” So I’m gonna make it up to you RIGHT THIS SECOND!

The grin that sweeps across his face is anything but reassuring to the Black Widow and the Master of Control.

Porno Lad: I heard through the grapevine that you two were in need of a wedding planner, and although I don’t have J-Lo’s foxy big bottom I do looooove weddings. Therefore I’ve taken it upon myself to plan your impending nuptials.

Before Hurse or Robin can get in a word the conniving Porno Lad progresses.

Porno Lad: I KNEW you’d love the idea. That’s why I went ahead and hired you two an entertainer for the wedding. So prepare to be captivated by the lord of the dance, no not the Blue Meanie, I’m talking about the DISCO NINJA!

The disco ball once again lowers from the rafters as horror fills the features of both the Champions. Much to Hurse’s chagrin the Disco Ninja jumps over the barricade beside him and connects with a rhythmic butt bump to the side of his hip. The unsuspecting Hurse is launched forward into the barricade.

A startled Hurse turns around, his face as white as a sheet as the Disco Ninja dances around in front of him. The light steppin’ Ninja performs the Hustle to the lyrics of the titular tune performed by Van McCoy.

Moore: Yay, let’s all do the hustle.

Mark: No.

Susie: Conga line?

Mark: No.

The Disco Ninja now begins to do the rolling grapevine from side to side before stepping back and forth clapping his hands. Inside of the ring Brooks has her hands pressed to her ears, trying to block the tunes of this horrid disco music while Hurse almost finds himself vomiting.

He can barely keep himself from upchucking as the Disco Ninja now begins to do the chicken. Porno Lad watches on from the stage, raising a thumb in the air as if he just completed a job well done.

Brooks mumbles some obscenities beneath her breath as she’s forced to behold all of this. Suddenly she’s rolled up from behind though into a school boy by the recovered Craven. The referee makes the count to the astonishment of the crowd.

The Manhattan Center comes unglued, Max Craven has just won the X-Class Championship.

Comeau: OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!

Susie: I like Buddha more.

Mark: Max Craven, he just, he just won the X-Class title!

Brooks rolls to her side, getting to her knees with her frantic eyes darting back and forth. She can’t believe what just happened as Craven rolls out of the ring, being handed the X-Class Championship belt. He pulls the first title he’s won in the IWC in close to his face, stunned by his victory as well.

Hurse doesn’t even realize that Brooks has just lost the gold, still too repulsed by the hypnotic dancing of the Disco Ninja.

Comeau: In our first title match of 2009, Max Craven has won the X-Class GOLD! What a shocker.

Moore: Well at the very least Robin has a new wedding coordinator.

The smirk on Porno Lad’s face has only widened as Brooks runs her hands through her hair, about to rip the follicles out. Craven has made his way into the crowd, dropping back into the fans with the belt held high above his head.

IN THE DARK

Sallie: I thought at least you would understand.

Desperation is exhibited in Sallie’s eyes as she gazes upon the former World Champion, Orlando Cruze. At the mere sight of him the crowd explodes as the Icon inhabits his dressing room, decked out in some fashionable duds. Behind him in the corner of the room Nathan Creed is seated, chatting away on his phone.

Orlando: Listen, I can understand your trying to help, but stop….

Obviously Orlando has lot control of his inhibitions when it comes to Sallie.

Sallie: All I want to do is make up for what I’ve done.

Cruze: Yeah, I’m sure.

Clearly the Icon isn’t buying this emotional gobbledy-gook.

Sallie: Why won’t you believe that I’ve seen the error of my ways.

Orlando: Get that from a Lifetime movie of the week?

Sallie: I kicked Kingdom out of the building to protect you Orlando, to protect your number one contendership.

Cruze: And who says I needed protection?

Sallie throws her hands up the air, at a loss for what to do.

Orlando: I can take care of Kingdom myself. I don’t need my ex-girlfriend to be my bodyguard. If Johnny wants this to escalate then let him try something. So stop getting involved in my life, Sallie, stop trying to help.

Sallie: I just can’t win.

Orlando: Now you know how I feel.

The confused young woman turns, beginning to vacate the dressing room.

Cruze: And we still need to nail down this visitation schedule for Becca.

Sallie pauses and instead of responding in anger she nods, giving in. She twists the knob to the door and leaves the dressing room despondently.

Nathan: Yeah, hahahaha, the look in their eyes was priceless.

Laughter emanates from Creed once again as he continues to carry on a conversation with the mysterious voice on the other end of the phone. Orlando approaches him slowly, arms crossed in annoyance.

Creed: It was BAM, Pat’s laying on his ass seeing stars. It was hiillllarrrrriooouss, hahahaha. And just wait until we enact the second part of our plan, hahahaha.

Suddenly Orlando rips the phone out of Creed’s hand and lifts it to his ear.

Orlando: Hahahahahaha.

After mocking Nathan’s laughter he hangs up the phone and tosses it over his shoulders. Creed watches with a perplexed expression on his face.

Cruze: Alright Nathan, what the hell is going on?

Nathan: I was going to order a pizza till you destroyed my phone.

Orlando: That’s not what I mean. It be nice to know what you have planned from time to time. You kept me in the dark on your whole amnesia plot….

Creed: You have to admit it was brilliant.

Cruze: That’s besides the point. I just want to know what’s going on. Who were you just talking to on the phone? What’s the next step in your plan?

The smirking Nathan stands up and places his reassuring grasp on his long time friend’s shoulders.

Nathan: Cruze, take a deep breath, inhale, exhale. If you want to find out what’s going on, then I suggest you come with me to the ring, right now.

Nathan begins to step around his partner before Orlando slaps his hand down on Creed’s shoulder.

Orlando: Wait, your going to the ring, now?

Creed: You bet ya.

The Future steps out of the camera’s frame as Orlando watches him leave, batting his eyes in befuddlement.

ON MY OWN

A brilliant burst of Pyrotechnics dazzles the stage, ushering a New Year in IWC. A audience’s reaction is beyond belief, possibly making more noise than humanly possible. Somehow, above the din, the voices of the announce team, Mark Comeau and Susie Moore, can be heard

Mark Comeau: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to IWC in the year 2009!

Susie Moore: It’s my birthday this year!!!

Comeau: *sigh* It’s your birthday every year Susie…

Susie: Wait…what? Oh…Happy Birthday to me!

Comeau: I need a better agent. Anyway, back to the show tonight we have the last match in this round of the Quest for the Crowns Tournament featuring Porno Lad and Jason Wheeler 2 on 1 against…

“Pain, Without love,
Pain, Can’t get enough,
Pain, I like it rough,
Cos I’d rather feel pain than nothing at all”

A stunned silence quickly erupts into a rousing cheer as Nathan Creed emerges on the stage a cheeky grin decorating his face

Comeau: Well…against this man here, Nathan Creed

Susie: I loved him in Firefly

Comeau: That’s Nathan Fillion

Susie: No…he was in Desperate Housewives

Comeau: They’re the same person Susie

Susie: So Nathan Creed IS Nathan Fillion. He looks better on film

Nathan takes his time walking down the ramp, his new ‘Against the Odds’ t-shirt clinging to his frame, and swaps hi-fives with the fans before rolling under the bottom rope. He scales the nearest turnbuckle and smiles whilst tapping his temple. He jumps down and retrieves a microphone from the timekeeper

Nathan: IWC…HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

A cheer goes up as Nathan slowly turns around in the ring

Nathan: What you all want to know is what exactly happened at Extinction? Well, that part is simple. I did something that nobody else seemed to grasp, ESPECIALLY Johnny Kingdom. Dan Douglas doesn’t play fair, and trying to play on the straight and narrow with him is like juggling babies. So I took it upon myself to think outside the box, and as I lay in hospital I had a epiphany. Play by his rules. So somehow Krissie came to see me, and that is when I made my move. I knew that if she believed I didn’t know who I was, then maybe I would wind up siding with the Conspiracy. After all she is still infatuated with me and convincing her that I could be manipulated was easy. This was made even easier with the Revolutionaries input. You know they guy who emails Dan and really hacks him off

The crowd cheer as Nathan lets a chuckle out

Nathan: Anyway, that is the basics of how and why I ‘joined’ the Conspiracy, but when I say that I am not done with them yet I mean it. Even though I know people like Izzy, Riggs and even Orlando may not trust me right now…

Chris Cornell’s ‘You Know My Name’ blares through the speakers to a huge cheer as none other then Orlando Cruze bowls onto stage and down the ramp. Nathan doesn’t budge, simply smiling at the former Heavyweight Champion. Cruze slides into the ring and stands face to face with Creed, a strange look on his face. The pair glare at each other for what seems like forever before Cruze breaks the stance and wraps his arms around Nathan, the duo sharing a friendly hug in the middle of the ring. Cruze steps back flashing a smile at Creed before taking the mic from him

Orlando: You know what Nate? You played everybody for fool’s; even me for a while. However, Extinction was the crowning on the cake. Seeing Ingleson and Evans shocked faces when you rammed that chair into them was priceless. Even better was when Johnny thought he had it won and you nailed him with the chair. The real crowning glory was the absolute look of horror that I could quite happily imagine on Dan Douglas’ face. I want to know though Nate. Why didn’t you let me in on your plan sooner?

Nathan smiles and retrieves the microphone from Orlando

Nathan: If you knew what I was doing would you honestly have sat by and let me? I mean I had to berate and abuse my friends and family to be that trusted. Would you have let me do that Lando?

Cruze shakes his head understandingly

Nathan: So I did what I had to do without telling a soul. I was lucky that the Conspiracy bought into it, and I was lucky that nobody figured it out. There is just one more thing though bud. I am still in the Quest for the Crown tournament, and I am still coming for your Johnny’s Tag Team Title. So I need you to do something for me bud; I need you to let me do this

Cruze: I’m in your corner Nate. You know that

Nathan shakes his head

Nathan: You don’t quite understand Orlando. I mean I need you to let me do this…on my own. I WILL be seeing you in the finals

Nathan extends his hand. After looking at Nathan with a slight look of shock in his eyes Orlando extends his own hand and the two shake before Orlando makes his way out of the ring

Comeau: Well, it looks like Nathan Creed versus Porno Lad and Jason Wheeler is coming up right now

Moore: Huh? Are they done? Sorry I was taking my prescribed nap

Comeau: Stay tuned ladies and gents to IWC Riot!

NATHAN CREED
VS.
PORNO LAD & JASON WHEELER
QUEST FOR THE CROWNS

Creed now paces in anticipation of his opponents’ arrivals, swinging his arms out to his sides to get properly limbered up for the encounter ahead.

Comeau: Nathan shewing Orlando away from ringside so that he can face both Porno Lad and Jason Wheeler in handicap action.

Susie: Handicap action? I’m tired of those people getting all the good parking spots.

Mark: Their not literally...oh fuck it.

The words “How about I just do whatever I want” boom through the arena speakers and then Original Prankster blasts through the speakers Porno Lad steps out from behind the curtain wearing an expensive white leather jacket. on his left arm he has the lovely Emily Morris on his right The beautiful Katilyn Bueller. With BFG in the rear looking around suspiciously for any terrorist would be assasins or any other threats.

Until the break of dawn
Life, life, cannot go by the letter
Time, time, Prozac can make it better
Noise, noise, any kind will do
Can you feel it slip away, well it's all on you

As he walks he smirks confidently pointing to the crowd and then shaking his head in an expression that just says “you just want to be like me”

Crime, crime, rockin' like Janet Reno
Time, time, eighteen and life in Chino
Freud, Freud, all alone it's true
Well you see the coming day catches up to you, yeah Porno lad stops and throws out his arms both woman spin around throwing there hair back arching there backs back as a blast of pyro goes off.

CHORUS:
Knock down the walls-
It's alive in you
Knock down the place-
You're alone it's true
Knock down the world-
It's alive in you
You're gonna keep your head up through it all
You're gonna bust out on it-
Original Prankster
Break out, yeah-
Original, yeah
Bust out on it-
Original Prankster
You'll never stop now, stop now, that's what the main men say

Porno Lad now pulls both ladies in close to him as they kick their hair back. He whispers into their ears and gives BFG an approving nod. He now escorts them to the back as Porno Lad approaches the squared circle.

Hey!

Lies, lies, says he down in the Bahamas
Tries, tries, bangin' little hoochy mammas
No way, none of this is true
Well you see the coming day when the joke's on you, yeah

Porno Lad finally slips into the ring and exchanges quite the glare with an anxious Nathan.

Susie: Hey, it’s the wedding coordinator. I hope he’s not as flaming as Martin Short or his frail Asian assistant.

Comeau: Apparently Porno Lad adding another job title to his list of professions, but I hope he hasn’t forgotten how to actually wrestle. He’s really going to have to tap into his skill set to best Creed tonight.

Susie: I have an expansive skill set as well. Did you know my thighs could crush walnuts?

Mark: No, but I’m sure many of men have found out.

Porno Lad mocks Creed’s stretching techniques, employing some outlandish gyrations of his own. The low sound of a cat sends chills down the audience’s spines as the familiar strings of the electric guitar takes over. The audience turns to the entrance way as the big screen reads a single word before showing clips most audience member will remember. "WHEELER".

Open your heart it's gonna be alriiiiiiiii....

SING IT!

Thunder, rain, and lightning
Danger, water rising
Clamour, sirens wailing
It's such a bad sign

The crowd goes nuts at the sight but Wheeler doesn't come out of the big screen even though the music continues.

Shadows of dark creatures
Steel clouds floating in the air
People run for shelter
What's gonna happen to us!?
All the steps we take, all the moves we make, all the pain at stake
I see the chaos for everyone
who are we what can we do
You and I are same in the way
that we have our own styles that we won't change

The audience isn't sure what to make of it until a small cry from a group of people comes from an audience exit way. Crouching on the archway to the exit is The Black Cat himself.

Yours is filled with evil and mine's not there is no way I can lose
Can't hold on much longer - But I will never let go
I know it's a one way track - Tell me now how long this'll last
I'm not gonna think this way - Nor will I count on others
Close my eyes and feel it burn - Now I see what I've gotta do
OPEN YOUR HEART, IT'S GONNA BE ALRIGHT

He looks as the audience tries to get past the security guards and hops down.

If it won't stop,
there will be no future for us
Its heart is tied down by all the hate, gotta set him free

Wheeler almost runs down the stairs, hoping over the rail and sliding into the ring. He then stays there for a moment before slowly pulling himself up. The N.H.B Championship is wrapped tightly around his waist, gleaming brightly as he starts to stand. Creed watches him and the title around his waist the entire time.

Can't hold on much longer - But I will never let go
I know it's a one way track - Tell me now how long this'll last
I'm not gonna think this way - Nor will I count on others
Close my eyes and feel it burn - Now I see what I've gotta do
OPEN YOUR HEART, IT'S GONNA BE ALRIGHT

The song repeats the last line as the Black Cat leaps to the turnbuckle, posing for the fans as the song winds down and he awaits his opponent.

Comeau: Here’s a man we saw earlier tonight as well, the perplexing enigma “Black Cat” Jason Wheeler.

Moore: Oh, I didn’t know Jason could fit up people’s bums.

Mark: Enigma, not enema. How can you possibly be this blatantly retarded? Anyway, Jason’s issues with Riggs spiraling out of control earlier tonight, but his mind must be on this match, especially given the unpredictability of his partner.

Nathan’s rough features are aimed straight towards the duo set to oppose him here in the Quest for the Crowns Tournament. Neither man is fearful of Creed’s menacing expression although Porno Lad does bite his nails in a comically mocking manner.

Jason now turns towards him, slaps his shoulders and vacates the ring. He slips through the ropes to the apron and points towards Creed.

Jason: Have at him.

Porno Lad looks somewhat stunned before he shrugs and starts towards the impatient Creed. There is a noticeable swagger in PL’s pace as he licks his lips in anticipation.

Porno Lad: Alright sugar, prepare yourself for a dazzling technical displa….

Suddenly Nathan reaches out, sweeps the prankster’s legs out from under him then rolls his opponent to his stomach. The Against the Odds is locked in, causing a stunned Porno Lad to cry out in pain. He lifts his palm into the air to tap, but grabs his raised wrist with his other hand, making sure he can’t submit.

Comeau: Despite all his posturing, Porno Lad may be forced to tap out already.

Moore: It takes me longer to microwave my waffles.

Porno Lad continues to struggle valiantly against the temptation to submit while Wheeler rolls his eyes. He now slips into the ring and charges up behind Creed, grabbing him by the back of the head. However, Nathan pushes him off, sending him into the ropes and breaking his submission at the same time.

The N.H.B Champion ricochets from the cables and comes back in at Nathan who side steps his inbound opponent. He delivers a kick to the back of Jason’s legs, lifting his feet up into the air and sending them traveling directly into a seated Porno Lad’s face. The front dropkick knocks both men to the canvas as Creed charges forward and lunges into the air.

He comes down with a headbunt directly into Jason’s sternum, causing him to convulse on the canvas as a result. Nathan now rolls to his feet and grabs the top rope as Porno Lad staggers to a standing base. He throws punches wildly in his incoherent state as Creed springs from the second rope and travels right into his chest with a back elbow.

Once again Porno Lad is knocked to the ring while Nathan rolls away from him.

Comeau: Creed really cooking.

Moore: He does look like Emril. If Emril had poor dental care.

Nathan is on his feet and receiving a great deal of applause from the crowd. He now waits anxiously for Wheeler to stand up, as Jason sluggishly drags his body to his feet. That’s when Nathan comes barreling towards him, delivering a big boot that Wheeler dives out of the way of.

As a result Creed’s leg travels over the top rope and he racks himself crotch first across it. A wail of pain emanates from Creed as Jason calls out towards the still befuddled Porno Lad. His partner finally stands and charges towards Wheeler, who catches the prankster by his inner thighs.

Porno Lad is thrown over Jason’s head straight towards Creed crotched on the ropes. This allows PL to connect with a high flying dropkick to Nathan’s shoulder, knocking him to the outside mats.

Surprisingly Creed lands on his feet before Wheeler rushes towards the ropes, dropping into a baseball slide under the cables. Instead of hitting a dropkick he instead tangles his legs around Nathan’s neck, dropping down into the leg scissors. Creed is flipped over and sent crashing back first into the mats.

Susie: These guys fly around more than the Lost Boys. The kids from Neverland, not the vampires.

Comeau: Thanks for clarifying, although the analogy is still ridiculous.

Creed remains sprawled across the mats, reaching for his kidneys as Jason takes him by the hair, rolling him to his feet. Jason now scoops Nathan up into the air and drops him sternum first right on top of the barricade. The sternum of the Future bashes hard against the steel before Wheeler grabs him by the back of the head, rolling him into the ring.

Nathan struggles to get up, beginning to rise when Porno Lad comes charging in. He lunges into the air hitting a flying knee strike right to Creed’s sternum and knocking him backwards into the corner.

A smirking Porno Lad now takes a bow towards the fans who bombard him with a mixed reaction. Jason pleads from the outside of the ring for his partner to keep applying the pressure. However, Porno Lad does some muscle posturing instead.

He now turns towards Creed and comes barreling towards him, throwing his body into Nathan’s with a lariat. He sits over the middle cable after connecting with the move then pulls down on the back of Nathan’s head, dragging him to the canvas.

The rambunctious Porno Lad slips through the ropes to the apron and looks out towards the crowd.

Porno Lad: Am I inspiring or what? They’ll make a movie about me one day, ten times greater than Rocky, and no geriatrics like Burgess Meredith.

He slips through the ropes now and approaches his partner, slapping Wheeler on the shoulder as he gets to the apron.

Porno Lad: Take care of him gorgeous.

Jason smirks slightly and slips into the ring, backing into a corner in anxious anticipation.

Comeau: Wheeler legally coming into this match at this point, and boy has he been hard to read lately.

Moore: Just like a Dr. Seuss book.

As Creed struggles to reach his feet Jason comes charging in, lunging forward into a knee strike. However, Nathan avoids the knee, catches him around the back of the leg and lifts Wheeler into a back breaker variation.

The Black Cat bounces from the knee and convulses across the canvas towards the ropes.

Porno Lad: I guess I gotta take care of everything.

Porno Lad now lunges to the top rope, setting up for the diving lariat. Before he can take flight though, Nathan steps towards his opponent, grabbing him by the wrist, dragging him off of the ropes and onto his shoulders. Nathan rushes across the ring at this point connecting with the death valley driver.

Now its PL who writhes on the canvas as Creed quickly ascends to an upright base. He turns in time to spot Wheeler charging towards him. In a matter of seconds Nathan sweeps the legs out from under Jason just like he did to Porno Lad moments ago.

Creed steps through the legs and locks in the Against the Odds yet again to a rousing ovation. Nathan begins to rear back on the hold when Porno Lad steps in, taking his opponent around the neck and dropping down into an evenflow DDT.

Nathan’s head slams forcefully into the ring before he rolls to his back, completely sprawled out at this point.

Comeau: Every time Nathan gets some offense going it’s shut down by this superior numbers game.

Moore: Numbers game? Does it involve counting? I really hope not.

Creed is completely laid out at this point as Wheeler crawls into the lateral press. Porno Lad even pushes down on Jason’s back to ensure the three count is rendered.

Nathan kicks out from beneath their combined weight to the shock of all those viewing. Porno Lad vacates the ring, grabs the tag rope and begs to be brought back into the match.

Wheeler looks up at him then scoffs before beginning to jab Nathan repeatedly in the forehead, trying to inflict as much damage as possible. Nathan is rolled to his knees at this point and nailed to the back of the head with the point of Wheeler’s elbow.

Creed drops to his elbows and knees as Jason backs up then charges forward delivering a punt kick directly to his opposition’s forehead. The shot knocks Creed over onto his back as Wheeler drops down into another lateral press for the pinfall.

Nathan again launches a shoulder from the ring.

Mark: Somehow Nathan is hanging in there against these insurmountable odds. I still cannot believe Pat Evans had the audacity to drop out of this tournament match tonight, leaving Creed high and dry in terms of a partner.

Moore: And I still can’t believe I’m being paid in M&Ms.

Comeau: Well your making more than me then.

Wheeler sits Nathan up on the canvas, and applies a particularly vicious sleeper hold. Both his arms wrench on Creed’s neck with such rabid veracity that the Future finds himself seemingly on the brink of submission.

Somehow he digs his fingers deeply into his palm and resists this temptation as Wheeler continues to wrench back on his neck. He twists from side to side, trying to inflict as much damage as possible, to force Creed into passing out. To his disbelief however, Creed is still struggling. Despite the deprivation of air to his brain he valiantly fights his way upward.

The Black Cat only exerts more pressure on the neck of his opponent until it almost snaps. But nothing, no force on earth will compel Creed to stay down. He rises all the way to his feet still being trapped in the hold then slips around behind the champion.

He wedges his shoulder to Wheeler’s spine then lifts him up into a back drop. Jason flips over backwards and lands right on his feet, stepping forward into another sleeper hold.

Nathan flails his arms wildly, trying to escape this submission as he once again bends forward, slipping behind Wheeler’s back and wrapping him up in a reverse waistlock.

The crowd erupts as Nathan drops back into a release German suplex. Shockingly Jason flips over and lands right on his feet though. As soon as he lands he charges up behind the seat, unsuspecting Nathan, dropping down into another sleeper hold.

His eyes turn towards Porno Lad who is stunned by Wheeler’s pugnacious behavior.

Porno Lad: Amazing. Absolutely amazing! Let me get a shot to commemorate this.

Porno Lad reaches down and fights with a camera out of one of the stagehand’s grasp. The controversial athlete now lifts the camera and takes a photo of a smiling Wheeler. Unfortunately he didn’t turn off the flash, because as soon as the picture is taken Jason is blinded by the light.

He beaks the sleeper and reaches for his eyes. This allows Creed to drop onto his back and lift his feet into the air, wedging them to Jason’s sternum. Wheeler is now pushed off and backwards across the ring.

Comeau: Wheeler blinded by the flash of that camera which gave Nathan just the opening he needed.

Susie: I wouldn’t let Porno Lad take a picture of me. Cameras steal your soul.

Mark: You have to have a soul in the first place Susie.

Wheeler rolls backwards to his feet then rushes at the rising Creed, his vision still slightly impaired. He jumps into the air for a spinning heel kick only to have Creed drop down out of the way. As a result Jason lands on his feet behind Nathan then charges into the cables.

He bounces off coming back in at Nathan who catches him with a tilt a whirl into the backbreaker. The stunned Black Cat bounces off the knee yet again, tumbling to the canvas as a result.

Somehow he gets to his feet with relative speed as Nathan chops him across the chest then jabs him hard to the forehead. Wheeler is staggered backwards into the ropes, being taken by the wrist and whipped across the ring. However, Jason reverses the whip, instead trying to send Nathan into the opposite cables.

In mid Irish whip Nathan turns and places the breaks on it, pulling Jason forward into a twisting powerslam. Wheeler is driven with great force against the canvas, Nathan quickly hooking his legs.

Jason kicks out to a mixed response from the crowd.

Comeau: A couple of big moves from Nathan, who is starting to find his stride in this match.

Creed may be aching but he rises to his feet nevertheless. His back is aimed towards Porno Lad while the referee is checking on Jason’s condition. Behind Nathan’s back, Porno Lad has entered the ring and clocks him in the head with the camera.

He now turns and throws the illegal object to the outside as Creed tumbles to his knees, gripping at his skull in pain. Porno Lad approaches his partner and aids him to his feet before both men rush into the ropes.

Wheeler and Porno Lad bounce off the cables and both come back in at Nathan who stands in time to catch their legs. To their astonishment Creed connects with a double flapjack on both of his opponents, slamming them into the ring face first.

The crowd is amazed by this display of pure strength from the resourceful Creed.

Mark: Nathan coming back even after being hit in the head with that camera.

Susie: See, told you cameras were evil.

A struggling Creed slaps the canvas with both hands, trying to get the crowd even further rallied behind him. They oblige with louder chants than before, motivating Creed to begin standing. The second he reaches his feet though, Porno Lad stumbles towards him, applying a side headlock.

Porno Lad: OH YEAH, BEST SUBMISSION EVER!

Nathan suddenly pushes Porno Lad off and into the ropes. He bounces off and comes back in at Creed who meets him with a boot to the gut, hooks both arms and lifts him into the colt 45 back breaker right across his shoulder.

Comeau: Another VICIOUS backbreaker from Creed. He’s contorting these guys into every position humanly possible.

Susie: I took a class that taught me how to twist and contort my body too. Although I’m not sure why the video cameras were necessary.

Mark: I know, I own the DVD.

The fans are still cheering over that nasty backbreaker variation as Creed rolls slowly to his feet. His body is aching him as he turns to spot Jason’s backside. Wheeler has just gotten to his feet when his opposition charges up behind him, delivering a devastating big boot right between Jason’s shoulder blades.

The collision knocks Jason forward into the ropes, falling into the middle one throat first and bouncing off. He staggers backwards into the waiting arms of Nathan, who snaps over backwards into the German suplex, the bridge included.

Jason launches his shoulder from the ring, kicking out just in the nick of time. The majority of those packed into the Manhattan Center are stunned that Creed came so close to victory despite the superior numbers game.

With his body aching Nathan stands up, looking down at Wheeler then slitting his thumb across his throat. Obviously he’s calling for the ode to Benoit as he slips through the ropes, climbs the turnbuckle and stands on the top rope. The Manhattan Center is shaking due to the excitement as Creed prepares for the diving headbunt.

Before he can connect Porno Lad charges across the ring, gripping at his kidneys and showing his agility by jumping to the top rope. He lands right in front of Nathan before both of his feet slip off of the cables and he falls on his bum.

PL accidentally gets his legs tangled around the top rope, locking himself in a tree of woe. Now the Future grabs the belt of his opponent and pulls him up into a seated position on the corner so that he can headbunt him hard to the skull.

Porno lad falls back into the hanging position while uttering to himself.

Porno Lad: Wow, all the blood rushing to my head is making me so hiiiigghhh.

The multiple time former champion now takes flight, soaring over Porno Lad into the flying headbunt. The blow connects right against Jason’s sternum, causing him to writhe around on the ring.

Mark: The flying headbunt from Creed! He could be advancing in this tournament. This could be it!

The raucous crowd continues to go wilder than teenage girls at Mardi-gras as the three count is rendered.

Somehow Porno Lad has mustered the strength to pull himself up onto the turnbuckle and launch himself into the moonsault. He comes crashing down right on top of Wheeler, his intended target having rolled out of the way.

A somewhat shocked Porno Lad stands up holding his ribs and glaring down at the laid at his partner. He speaks through a grit of his teeth.

Porno Lad: Yeesch, my bad.

Nathan now charges up beside him, takes Porno Lad by the back of the head, charges him at the ropes and pitches his small frame through the ropes to the outside mats. Once again Nathan drops down into the cover, hooking both legs with the fans assured that he has the victory.

Comeau: This is it, Nathan is advancing in the tournament. I can’t believe he overcame these odds!

Moore: This is like something out of a Disney movie. A good Disney movie, you know the type that has no association with Tim Allen.

The fans slap the barricades and stand at attention as the three count is rendered.

The arena comes unglued as Nathan has just advanced in this tournament. Wait, NO!! Somehow just before the third slap of the canvas Wheeler launched his shoulder from the ring, keeping his team alive.

Comeau: Jason kicked out even after all he endured. That was astonishing.

Susie: That was so close it gave me hiccups. Quick, scare me Mark.

Mark: Burt and Ernie.

Moore: Thanks, now I won’t sleep for a month.

Some fans have the audacity to challenge the official’s decision, chanting “that was three” repeatedly. He doesn’t listen to their opinions, nor does Nathan who grabs a debilitated Wheeler by the legs, lifting them up into the air in order to lock in the Against the Odds yet again.

Comeau: Nathan is going for that finishing submission one last time. If he gets this locked in he will advance in the Quest for the Crowns tournament, no doubt about it.

Nathan steps through the legs, about to turn Wheeler over when shockingly Jason wedges his feet to his opponent’s ribs and shoves him off into the ropes. Creed turns and falls into the middle one sternum first right as Porno Lad stands up on the outside of the ring.

Yet again Porno Lad tries his hand at amateur photography, lifting the stolen camera and snapping a photo of his opponent. The flash completely blinds Creed who stands up and swings his hands wildly, only able to see the spots dancing in front of his pupils.

Mark: Creed BLINDED!

Moore: And to make matters worse, Porno Lad got his bad side.

The momentarily blinded Creed turns towards Wheeler who scoops him up into a suplex position. He then twists around from a falcon arrow into a screwdriver, connecting with the Falcon in the Dive.

Mark: Now Creed stumbles right into Wheeler’s finishing move!

Susie: CHEECH & CHONG!

Jason rolls over into the lateral press even with his body in excruciating pain.

A mixed ovation is sung from the crowd as Porno Lad and Jason Wheeler have just advanced to the finals of the Tag Team Tournament.

Comeau: What a heart breaking moment. Nathan was so close to advancing in this tournament, but in the end, he just couldn’t overcome the combined craftiness of both the Hero of Time and the Prankster.

Susie: Awww, my ovaries are tingling.

Porno Lad slides into the ring, grabs Wheeler by the wrist and drags him up to his feet. He now hops around like he just won the Superbowl, Jason watching him through conflicted eyes. Finally the Black Cat pulls his arm free and begins to warn his partner to cease his shenanigans.

As soon as this demand is made Porno Lad complies, lowering his head solemnly and digging the tips of his toes childishly against the canvas.

Creed rolls to his side, despondently looking around as his vision returns, realizing that he has not advanced in the tournament despite his best efforts.

All the while Wheeler is still shouting instruction at Porno Lad, pointing towards his own backside. An abnormally compliant PL attempts to keep the peace by stepping behind his partner, bending forward and sticking his head under Jason’s rump.

He now fights with all his strength to lift Wheeler up onto his shoulders, but can’t muster the strength. He even falls to his knees now and wraps his arm around one of Jason’s legs, trying to lift up on it but unable to get Jason to budge. The N.H.B/Neverland Champion buries his face into his palm.

TARGETED

The crowd suddenly erupts at the sight of Kaelen Storm limping a little through the backstage area. Obviously he’s still feeling the effects of that absolutely grueling one on one encounter with Psycho from earlier tonight. Despite the crowd’s overwhelmingly positive sentiment Storm still wears a soured expression on his face. He pioneers onward through the endless corridors of the Manhattan Center.

Random Female: Great work out there Storm.

Kaelen: Yep.

He passes by the utterly random female and continues down the corridor, sweating profusely from that earlier bout with Psycho. At this point he starts to pass by a huge steel shelf holding a hefty collection of heavy crates and various other boxes.

Storm pays them little attention until these very same boxes and crates are knocked from a high shelf and come crashing down right on top of him. The crowd on the inside of the arena is stunned as Storm is crushed under all these heavy objects.

Comeau: OH MY GOD!

Moore: I swear I didn’t mean to stick that fork in the electrical socket.

Mark: Are you blind? Someone just knocked all those crates onto Kaelen backstage! Someone get him help NOW!

Storm is laid out on the concrete seemingly unconscious, a pile of broken wood and boxes collected across his back. The individual who tipped them over remains out of sight.

Mark: Who just tried to take out Kaelen Storm?

The camera zooms in on the closed eyes of the assaulted Kaelen.

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WITNESS

A group of EMTs are gathered around Kaelen Storm who is now sat up in a chair, having recovered slightly from that assault before the break. He is bent forward in his chair, hands wrapped around his cranium from the horrible pain. Broke boxes and the massive shelf that they tumbled from, remain behind his back as security surveys the scene for any clues.

EMT: Can you follow my finger with your eyes Kaelen, come on, stick with us.

An older doctor sticks his latex glove covered finger into the air, running it back and forth in front of Storm’s face. A flabbergasted Kaelen slaps the hand down out of the air and gives the doctor a malicious glare.

Storm: Get your fucking hand out of my face. I’m FINE.

Speaking so loud causes Storm to cringe, reaching for the back of his neck. The concerned EMT begins to talk with his colleagues who are setting up a stretcher.

EMT: He’s coherent but I think we should take him for some tests, make sure there’s no significant neck or head trauma.

Mayne: Kaelen, Kaelen, what happened?

Billy Mayne now rushes into the scene like a moth drawn to a bright light. The flustered Storm looks up and winces from the pain.

Kaelen: What do you think? Someone coward tried to take me out.

Billy: Are you sure someone just didn’t stack the boxes lazily.

Storm doesn’t even acknowledge this insinuation with a response.

Mayne: Did you see anything?

Storm: Oh jeez, let me think. Nope, I was kinda too busy having boxes dropped on my head like I’m Willy fucking Coyote….

I know someone who saw everything.

An agonizing Kaelen and an intrigued Mayne turn to spot none other than Hellkat stepping into the scene. She doesn’t even bother to examine the stack of shattered crates strewn across the ground.

Kaelen: Who? Let me talk to them RIGHT NOW.

Hellkat: Oh, aren’t you grumpier than Jack Lemon? Here’s your witness.

Much to Kaelen’s chagrin and Billy’s exuberant excitement, Ladder is pulled into the frame and sat up just a few inches from the injured star.

Storm: Is this some type of cruel joke?

Hellkat: Of course not, we all know you have no sense of humor, so why even try. I assure you that Ladder not only saw the incident in question, but he also saw the perpetrator.

Although completely improbable Kaelen allows himself to continue listening.

Mayne: Who did it then? I bet you it was that damn Sherman Helmsly.

Hellkat: Unfortunately no. Ladder confided in me just a few moments ago that he saw the Cartel title belt fidgeting with some boxes on that shelf.

Storm looks at Hellkat like she were the recipient of electroshock therapy.

Kaelen: Are you trying to convince me that the Cartel title belt……tried to take me out?

Hellkat: Don’t let appearances deceive you. That belt is awfully crafty. It’ll try to take out any possible contenders. I know it was the one who cut the break line on my car.

Storm: So your telling me then, that a ladder saw a title belt rig those boxes to fall on my head?

Hellkat: I’m just saying what Ladder confided in me. And I am not one to question the trustworthy nature of my husband’s former student.

Kaelen: Soooo a title tried to have me killed?

Hellkat: That or leave you more mentally impaired than Robin Brooks.

Storm: Okay, okay, okay, I was almost whacked by an inanimate strap featuring a golden plate who rigged a sophisticated, GEENIIIUS trap in order to fatally wound me?

Hellkat: YES!

Hellkat snaps at the young star, who wonders if this is really happening or if he’s suffering from massive brain trauma.

Hellkat: I think revenge is in order here. In fact, I believe your now obligated to get all homicidal like, pop some steroids, HULK UP, watch some Samuel L. Jackson movies for inspiration, then go after that traitorous championship.

Now Storm gazes at Hellkat as if wondering if a stray crate caught her in the head.

Storm: So then, a belt tried to injure me?

Hellkat: You know what, I’m THROUGH!

She emphatically swipes her hands through the air.

Hellkat: I’m not playing the role of stenographer any longer. If you have questions, direct them to Ladder.

The devious Hellkat slaps the steel rungs of her associate then walks away. Kaelen continues to be left speechless, EMTs chattering away with security about the extent of Storm’s injuries. His baffled wide eyes transfer to Billy, who is rubbing at his jaw in contemplation.

Billy: I never trusted that damn Cartel Title.

Kaelen exhales at length while rubbing painfully at the back of his neck, wondering who will suffer the wrath of his retaliation.

RIGGS & ORLANDO CRUZE
VS.
THE CONSPIRACY

Mark: Ooookay. An interesting twist unfolding in this developing backstage plot. It’s good to know Storm is okay after that incident, although I’m not sure how forthcoming he would be to EMTs.

Susie: That Cartel title belt is worse than a combination of Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, Pennywise the Clown, and Carrot Top. Now it tried to injure that beautiful up and comer Kaelen. The AUDACITY!

Comeau: Well I’m thinking Hellkat may have had a little more to do with this incident than she’s letting on.

“Falling in the Black” commences over the PA system and leads to an outpouring of jeers. Almost every fan releases their vile rhetoric upon the entry way as with no hesitation Pat Evans and Christian Savior emerge. The World Championship glistens and sparkles over the shoulder of the ever so conniving Savior, who has fully recovered from his earlier brush with disaster.

Evans doesn’t appear quite as smooth as his partner, his face twisted with hostility and thoughts of his lost championship. The final piece of the Conspiracy puzzle saunters egotistically to the stage between his cohorts. Dan Douglas is dressed in sweats, ready to step foot in the ring for the first time in almost a decade.

Comeau: Like it or not it appears this match is still going forth tonight, despite the fact that Riggs pursued, or at least thought he pursued, Jason Wheeler out of the building. As a result Orlando has been left without a partner for this handicap match.

Susie: Ew, he can pick me. I’ve watched a lot of wrestling since I got here, so I’m sure I can do it. Plus I watched a lot of Power Rangers too.

Mark: I just can’t believe that once again Riggs has been pulled away from his scheduled match against the Conspiracy. Almost the same thing happened on our last Riot! of 2008.

While Savior and Douglas share smug smirks, Evans is anything but complacent. Anger shines behind his otherwise emotionless eyes as he steps up onto the apron and slips through the ropes, overlooking the screaming spectators. Douglas now parts the ropes for the World Champion, who slips through them then climbs the nearby turnbuckle.

Christian arrogantly raises his title aloft, allowing it to hang from his grasp to heckles from the droves of humanity.

Comeau: The smiles on their faces are just disgusting.

Susie: Do they have something in their teeth?

Mark: No, but they realize that they’ve got Orlando Cruze three on one now, which is appalling.

Douglas turns back and forth, clapping for his cohorts as Savior drops from the apron and allows the President to take his championship. The belt is carefully given to the time keeper as Pat paces back and forth impatiently, working a grove into the canvas.

Their sights now transfer to the stage, their confidence swelling with every passing moment. Douglas is actually laughing at the prospect of facing Orlando at this point, especially as “You Know My Name” hits the PA system. The reaction is drastically altered as the fans come out of their seats, rejoicing over the presence of the new number one contender. Orlando Cruze now rips through the curtains and storms to the stage, overlooking his supporters and his rivals inside of the ring.

The sight of the smirk on Christian’s face appalls him, and the rage in Evans’ eyes does little to keep Orlando at bay. The Icon starts down the ramp and towards the ring, stopping at the mats and observing the Conspiracy closely.

Mark: Orlando showing no fear but naturally a bit hesitant to jump in a pool with piranhas.

Susie: I did that once. Actually no, it was a bathtub with my goldfish in it.

Orlando continues to linger at ringside, contemplating how to handle his three plotting opponents given his lack of a tag team partner. Douglas audaciously waves Orlando into the ring but Cruze continues to develop his strategy. He takes a faithful step towards the squared circle when some familiar tunes erupt over the PA system.

Mark: What the?

To the shock of everyone in the building Axl Evermore and Max Craven step out onto the stage, both men pausing beside each other and allowing their music to fade. A microphone is clutched in Axl’s palm as he slowly raises it to his lips, giving time for the reaction to dwindle. The Conspiracy members look perplexed by the presence of Sex & Violence, as does Orlando Cruze.

Comeau: Craven and Evermore were approached by the Conspiracy earlier, but why are they out here now?

Susie: Maybe they heard someone was giving out free condoms.

Axl taps his microphone a few times to make sure it’s working then clears his throat before speaking.

Evermore: Um, Dan….

Sweat has formed on Douglas’ brow.

Axl: Max and I, well we took your offer under consideration, and after deliberating about it for a while we came to this conclusion. Thanks, but no thanks.

Savior and Evans shake their heads while Douglas’ trembles with rage.

Evermore: We came to the conclusion that the Conspiracy would just cramp our style. Oh, and Orlando, it looks like you could use some back up bud, so consider Sex & Violence, to be at your disposal.

Evermore drops the microphone as he and Craven bolt towards the ring. The duo and Orlando slip under the ropes to the inside with the crowd rejoicing.

Comeau: Craven and Evermore have taken up the void left by Riggs. They are joining with Orlando to face the Conspiracy!

Susie: This is mad! And not the magazine Mad either.

Evans and Savior rush forward and begin to slug it out with Cruze and Craven while a horrified Douglas scatters from the ring. Pat is now being double teamed by Evermore and Max while Orlando is trading blows with his long time rival Savior. The World Champion suffers blow after blow to the jaw, knocking him backwards into the turnbuckle. As soon as he falls against it Orlando begins to chop him repeatedly across the chest.

In the center of the ring Axl and Craven have stepped to opposite sides of Evans, delivering swift kicks to the back of his knees. Evans crumbles to a kneeling base before suffering two buzzsaw like kicks to his sternum from Sex & Violence. The crowd pops as the former Submission Champion is knocked to the ring and sent into convulsions.

Moore: They kick more than the Rockettes!

Comeau: This is beyond shocking. Evermore and Craven taking up the fight on behalf of the roster, and now brutalizing Pat Evans, their eternal nemesis.

The crowd woos with each chop that Orlando connects with before he grabs Savior by the hair, dragging him out of the corner and delivering a swift European Uppercut directly to his jaw. The blow knocks Savior from his feet to the ring below while on the outside Douglas is arguing with the referee, demanding that Wright eject Sex & Violence from this bout.

The official steadfastly refuses, claiming Douglas has no power to make decisions when he’s a legal participant in this match. That’s when Orlando drops to the canvas and rolls out after the owner, grabbing Dan by the shoulder and spinning him around. He now takes the back of Dan’s head and drives him face first into the announce table.

A loud reaction is registered from the crowd as Douglas staggers backwards with glazed over eyes. Now he’s taken blasted across the back with a forearm, sending him staggering into he ringpost.

Comeau: Orlando finally getting his hands on the owner, this has been such a long time in the making.

Susie: He’s putting his hands on Douglas? Doesn’t that constitute sexual harassment?

Inside of the ring Evans has been grabbed by both wrists and whipped into the ropes by Sex & Violence. The Submission Champion bounces off the cables and comes charging back in at his now bent forward opponents.

Evans side steps Evermore however, delivering a straight knee strike to his forehead. The blow sends Axl staggering backwards while Evans now charges straight at Craven. The ever so quick Max jumps into the air though and connects with a step up enzugari to the back of his head.

The blow renders Pat loopy yet he remains upright as he turns towards Evermore who lunges into a dropkick. It connects right to Pat’s sternum and sends him tumbling to the canvas. Wright slips into the squared circle and demands that either Axl or Craven go to their corner.

Outside of the ring Orlando has Douglas by the few scraps of hair remaining on his head, dragging him towards the barricade and throwing him stomach first into them. Dan hits the steel hard across his ribs, but Orlando has no idea that the World Champion has snuck up behind him.

He doesn’t learn of this until he’s spun around and given the diamond cutter right onto the outside mats. The crowd unleashes a groan over the impact which sends the Icon rolling onto his spine in a dazed condition.

Comeau: DIAMOND CUTTER! Savior just hit that move right on the outside mats! Who knows how much damage has been inflicted on the Icon.

Susie: My guess is, a lot?

Savior stands up and glares down at the unconscious Cruze with anger shining through his otherwise calm exterior. He and Douglas now proceed to join in with stomps on the dazed number one contender.

All the while Evans is working his way to his feet as Max clobbers him across the jaw repeatedly. The shots knock him backwards into the ropes, where he’s then pulled own into the jawbreaker. The blow sends Evans staggering backwards into the ropes as Max lunges to his feet hen charges at his groggy rival.

Before he can connect Pat lifts his foot right into Max’s face, the boot frazzling the Sex & Violence member. He stumbles backwards to the center of the ring, swinging his arms to remain upright. That’s when Pat rushes out of the ropes, looking for a big move only to have Craven lunge into the air. He lands right on top of Evans’ shoulders and drops back into the hurricarana.

Evans is flipped over and sent crashing spine first into the ring while Max approaches his partner, slapping Evermore’s outstretched hand.

The flustered Evans is trying to get back to his feet as Evermore displays his agility by pulling himself over the top rope, twisting in mid-air, landing feet first on the second cable then springing off into a spinning lariat. His arm connects straight across Pat’s throat, knocking him to the canvas amongst cheers from the fans.

Pat grabs at his throat and rolls across the ring to his knees as Evermore steps in and blasts him over the upper back with a clubbing blow. He now hooks both of Evans’ arms, looking for the Flipside already. However, much to Axl’s chagrin Evans is able to twist his body, pulling Evermore into a fireman’s carry.

He stands up with Axl stretched across his shoulders then pushes him over into the gut buster. Evermore drops ribs first into the raised knees of Evans, causing him to cry out in pain yet remain on his feet, albeit hunched forward. Pat rolls to his feet at this point and charges forward into the running STO on Axl.

Comeau: Evans finally getting on the right track against one of his most bitter rivals in Evermore.

Susie: Axl does look like he’d taste bitter, just like my Grandmother.

The momentum has been taken away from Evermore just like the wind has been sucked from the sails of the fans. Evans stands up and jumps into the air, stomping down right onto Axl’s face.

Evermore sits up gripping at his forehead with both palms while Evans delivers an elbow to the top of his head. More pain courses through Axl as he rolls to his knees, trying his best to push through his anguish. Pat is right there however, grabbing him by the hair and dragging him to his feet.

The former Submission Champion wedges his shoulder to Axl’s ribs and powers him backwards right into the enemy corner where Savior is now standing. He reaches over the ropes and accepts the tag, entering the ring and quickly beginning to deliver a succession of right hands to Evermore’s forehead.

All the while Evans is rearing back and launching himself shoulder first into Axl’s ribcage over and over again.

Mark: The Conspiracy taking over on Evermore, completely brutalizing him at this junction in the match.

Moore: OH NO! I have a knot in my hair.

Evans and Savior each take hold of one of Evermore’s arms, dragging him out of the corner then lifting him into the air. He’s now pulled down ribs first onto both of their raised knees to the grief of the masses. That’s when Evans stands Axl up right, placing him in a front chancery then lifting him up into a vertical suplex.

Savior steps behind his partner as Pat allows Axl to float over slightly. The back of Evermore’s legs land on top of the World Champion’s shoulders while Evans continues to hold his opponent around his neck. They now drop down into a combination powerbomb, reverse neckbreaker.

Craven covers his face and calls out for his partner to get up as Axl writhes across the canvas. No time is allotted to the Sex & Violence member for the sake of recovery as Christian flips forward into a jackknife cover.

Evermore lobs his shoulder from the ring in the nick of time. All the while Douglas watches on as smug as a bug, grinning so widely it could bring light to a blackhole. He is deeply enjoying the physicality being inflicted on the Sex & Violence member as Evans vacates the ring, leaving Axl completely at the World Champion’s mercy.

Christian wastes no time as he sits his opponent up on the canvas and bends his arm over behind the back of his neck. He has a modified over hand wrist lock established.

The suffrage escalates as Savior really wrenches on the arm, twisting and torquing it in an angle it just shouldn’t go. Axl grits his teeth and stomps the back of his heels against the canvas as Savior exerts even greater pressure.

All the while Orlando is forcing himself up with the aid of the apron, beginning to overcome that diamond cutter from just a few moments ago. That’s when Evans spots him from the corner of his eye, his anger getting the better of him. He drops down in front of Cruze and begins to deliver repeated right hands across his forehead, absolutely unloading on the Icon.

Moore: Uh oh!

Comeau: I know, now Evans is going straight after Orlando for costing him the Submission title at Extinction.

Susie: What? No. I was talking about that tangle in my hair, I think it’s gum.

Mark: Terrific.

Craven keeps calling out for Evermore to escape the hold as Axl begins to jostle his body from side to side. Despite his pain Evermore is still fighting with every ounce of his strength, even as Savior applies greater pressure on the hold. He stands up behind Axl and keeps the arm bent at a very awkward angle.

Outside of the ring Evans drags Orlando towards the announce table, driving him face first against it much like Douglas was earlier. From the comfort of his corner, Douglas relishes at the sight of this brutality being inflicted on the Icon.

Orlando is left wavering beside the table while Evans steps back, cracking his knuckles in anticipation of inflicting even greater damage. He now bolts straight at the Icon who steps away from the table, catching his inbound rival under the arm and hip tossing him right on top of the announce table.

Comeau: WATCH OUT!

Susie: SPACEBALLS!

Evans writhes across the table while Orlando turns his sights towards the ring. Evermore has begun to reach his feet in the ring, still being held in the submission before he turns and drives the point of his elbow into Christian’s ribs. The blow causes the World Champion to beak his hold as Evermore turns and delivers a hard European Uppercut to his opponent’s jaw.

Christian swings his arms and tries to remain upright as Evermore charges into the ropes, bouncing off and coming back in at the World Champion. Without warning Savior launches his foot into the air, delivering a big boot soundly to Axl’s jaw.

The collision knocks Evermore to the ring as a smirking Christian hears Douglas’ blood curdling screams of caution. Christian turns to spot Orlando entering the squared circle illegally, promoting the World Champion to charge at him only to be caught against the Icon’s shoulder.

Orlando hoists him into the air and delivers a vicious spinebuster before popping back to his feet. Official Wright gets directly in his face, demanding that he exit the ring, which the number one contender complies with. He vacates the ring as Evermore begins to crawl towards his corner, looking for the tag.

Douglas is livid, shouting for Christian to get up, pleading with him to stop Axl. However, both members of the Conspiracy have been taken out with Evans remaining sprawled across the announce table and Christian still laying in the ring suffering the effects of the spinebuster.

Finally Axl gets to his knees and launches himself across the ring, slapping the outstretched hand of Orlando. The fans come unglued to see Orlando legally entering the ring now.

Comeau: And here comes the Icon!

Orlando slips through the ropes and charges straight at a rising Savior, nailing him across the throat with a lariat. The Champion collapses to the ring as Cruze spins to face his struggling nemesis. Christian struggles to his feet when Orlando takes him by the wrist, whipping him off into the ropes. However, Savior reverses the whip, instead sending Cruze across the ring.

He bounces off the ropes as Savior bends forward for the back drop. At the last second though, Orlando steps over Savior’s head, wraps his arms around his waist and lifts him up into a big piledriver. Christian slams across the top of his head against the ring while the Icon jumps to his feet.

His eyes lock on Douglas, who allows an animated gulp to force it’s way down his throat.

Susie: Orlando’s looking at Dan like I look at my anatomically correct Ken dolls.

Comeau: Cruze is on the verge of decimating Douglas once and for all.

Orlando storms towards the ropes, reaching over them and wrapping his hands around Douglas’ throat. Dan’s eyes widen with terror before Evans enters the ring, rushing up behind Cruze and blasting him to the upper back with a hard forearm strike.

He now hooks Orlando’s arm from behind and hoists him into a modified Spinal Tap, dropping him right across his raised knee.

Comeau: A modified Spinal Tap connects on Orlando. Evans keeping the Icon from reaching the IWC President.

Orlando reaches for his kidneys while rolling around on the ring, Dan now thrusting his palm outward, begging for a tag. Evans vacates the ring under duress from the official while Christian begins to crawl across the ring. The Champion reaches out and slaps the Boss’ palm.

The conniving Douglas slips through the ropes and saunters towards the struggling Icon, who has somehow risen to his knees. Douglas rushes straight at him and delivers a boot to the side of his skull. The shot knocks Cruze over onto his back while Dan lifts his elbow, dropping it straight into the number one contender’s sternum.

Susie: Hey, Dan’s not bad. He’s just as powerful as Dr. Robotnic.

Comeau: Douglas is a former competitor, but I think it’s been a whole century since his last match.

Dan gets up and lets out a “woo” towards the booing fans, deeply enjoying himself. Axl and Craven are shouting for Orlando to get up as he starts to struggle towards his feet. That’s when Douglas rushes towards the dazed Cruze’s side and hits a knee to his temple.

The Icon twists around before tumbling to his back, Douglas raising both of his fists aloft before beginning to swagger across the canvas.

Mark: Ric Flair you are not Douglas.

Susie: He doesn’t even have a powdered wig.

Sex & Violence watch on with disgust while Dan turns towards the laid out Orlando, actually blowing snot from his nostril onto the Icon.

Dan: I’m not afraid of you Lando! I’m the Boss, your just a peon!

Dan takes Cruze around the cranium, rolling him to his knees then forearming him to the cheek. He steps back and points in the direction of his recovered teammates, who are cheering him on. Now the President rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off and coming back in at Orlando who lunges to his feet catching the inbound Douglas across his sternum.

Douglas is stunned as the Icon prepares to deliver the Rock Bottom to an arena shaking response.

Comeau: Dan is going to suffer the Rock Bottom finally!

Moore: YAY! I found the head to my Batman action figure. It was in my shoe all along.

Orlando’s eyes are filled with malice as he prepares to deliver the death nail by planting Douglas directly into the canvas. That’s when Christian and Evans once again intervene, delivering kicks and jabs to the back of the number one contender.

As a result Douglas is dropped to the canvas while Pat and Christian continue to unload with stomps. The fans come out of their seats though, as Craven and Evermore bolt into the ring. Max dives at Evans, hitting him with a forearm to the jaw while Axl catches Christian with a chop across the sternum.

Comeau: All hell breaking lose in this six man tag!

Evans is sent staggering backwards into the ropes as Craven charges towards him and delivers a lariat. The impact takes Pat over the cables to the outside. At the same time Evermore delivers an absolutely brutal chop to Savior’s sternum that connects with such force it sends Christian flipping backwards over the ropes.

Both Conspiracy members have been cleared from the ring as Evermore and Craven meet each other in the center of the canvas. They nod in one another’s directions then charge forward, Evermore launching himself through the ropes at the same time that Craven does.

Max hits head first into Savior’s chest while Evermore connects with the suicide dive on Pat. An explosive reaction rocks the Manhattan Center as both Savior and Evans have been taken out by Sex & Violence.

At the same time Orlando is standing up in the ring and snapping towards Douglas who is still seated on the canvas. The Icon storms towards him when Dan rolls out of the ring in a panic. The President drops to the mats while backing up the ramp, shaking his head in a flustered state.

Orlando motions repeatedly for him to come back into the ring but Douglas refuses as he almost reaches the stage.

Dan: I’ll fight you when I want to fight you. I’M THE BOS….

”The Sacrament” by HIM tears through the arena, causing Douglas to go as white as a sheet. A motorcycle now pulls through the curtains with Riggs seated on top of it. The engine roars and causes Dan to jump forward, spinning around with sweat trickling down his face.

Comeau: Riggs is back, and he’s not letting Douglas wiggle his way out of the match.

Moore: And he’s on a motorcycle, let’s just hope he does better than Chuck Palumbo.

The motorcycle pulls forward right into Douglas’ ribs as Riggs continues to rev up the engine. This impact lightly knocks Douglas backwards and sends him scattering towards the ring. Riggs continues after him on the bike, chasing him towards the ring.

Once they reach ringside a panicked Douglas slips into the ring, desperately fleeing this attempted vehicular manslaughter. He now stands up with his face flushed by fear, staring to the outside at the smiling Riggs seated on the bike.

Dan lobs threats at the Painted Warrior while he backs straight into Orlando, the smugness once again fading from his features. He hesitantly turns until he finds himself face to face with the smirking Cruze.

Douglas: If you touch me God help you I’ll….

Orlando makes Dan swallow a five knuckle sandwich, knocking the owner on his ass.

Mark: OHHH YEAH….

Moore: Quit infringing on Kool-Aid.

Comeau: Dan just laid out by the Icon.

Outside of the ring Craven has Christian locked in a front chancery, setting up to DDT Him onto the mats when the World Champion stands upright. As a result Craven is back dropped over the barricade into the crowd. Christian now turns to stare over the barrier, shouting discouraging remarks at the Sex & Violence member.

He has no idea that Riggs has climbed up onto the apron behind him and is now scaling to the top rope. Savior doesn’t learn of this until he turns around and spots Riggs flying through the air, crashing down right on top of his shoulder with a big splash.

Comeau: And now Riggs taking out Savior! I guess it’s all legal seeing as Riggs was originally scheduled to be a part of this match.

Susie: That scary clown just hit the guy with the awesome perm. This is EPIC!

An “IWC” chant has started from the fans based off of what they just witnessed while Evermore is busily dishing out the punishment on Evans. He now takes him by the wrist and whips him towards the steel steps. However, at the last second Evans counters, instead sending Axl charging head first into the stairs.

His skull bashes against the steel, leaving an impression of his head in the steps. Pat leans on the apron, glaring at the laid out Evermore with rage still brewing deeply within.

Inside of the ring Orlando is beating Douglas all around the ring, driving him into the corner spine first. Cruze begins to deliver repeated stomps to the President’s ribs, knocking him to his seat across the canvas. He now begins to stomp Douglas to his chest repeatedly and viciously.

The dazed Douglas is defenseless against this barrage of stomps while Evans slips into the ring rushing up behind the Icon. That’s when Orlando spins around, catching Evans’ fist before it could once again connect with the back of his head. Orlando now hits his own right, which lands directly to Pat’s jaw, knocking him to the ring.

Unbeknownst to Orlando, Douglas has crawled up right behind him, delivering a low blow directly to his testicles. Cruze’s jaw drops as he leans forward, covering his testicles with both palms.

Comeau: LOW BLOW!

Moore: YOWCHIE!

Orlando falls to his knees while cradling his testicles as Douglas stands up behind him, staggering back and forth. He now steps forward delivering a double axehandle to the back of Orlando’s head, knocking him down completely. A bit of swagger begins to return to Douglas’ step before he’s grabbed by the shoulder and spun around.

His eyes widen as he’s scooped up onto Riggs’ shoulder. A deafening roar is heard from the crowd right as Riggs steps forward and connects with the Hopskotch!

Comeau: Riggs just nailed Douglas with the HOPSKOTCH!

The IWC President curls into a ball on the canvas as Riggs rises to his feet in triumph. It appears that Riggs has gained some gratification from finally laying out his oppressor as he turns right into the Blaze of Glory (Spear), from Savior. The World Champion’s shoulder almost demolishes Riggs’ ribs, sending him crashing into the canvas.

Mark: Ohhh, now the Blaze of Glory on the painted warrior.

Moore: Blaze of Glory? But I hate Will Ferrell.

Riggs grips at his mid-section while rolling around on the ring, laid to waste by the rising World Champion. A diabolical glint inhabits Savior’s eyes as he turns towards a struggling Orlando. He begins to rise while still gripping his testicles when Savior lunges into the air, going for the diamond cutter.

At the last second Cruze pushes him off and through the ropes though, causing Savior to twist inside out before splashing against the mats. He turns right towards Douglas and bends forward hands pressed to his knees as the Boss drags himself upwards with the use of the ropes.

The crowd clamors in anticipation, everyone on the edge of their seats as Dan spins around, staggering right into the Rock Bottom.

Comeau: Cruze finally hits that devastating Rock Bottom on Douglas! He finally hit it!

Susie: AMAZING! I lost the Batman head again. Maybe I should check my socks.

Orlando now hooks Douglas’ legs for the pinfall to nothing but screams from the crowd.

Orlando has done it, he’s just pinned Dan Douglas in the center of the ring to a raucous reception from the Manhattan faithful.

Mark: Yes, YES, Orlando, Evermore, Craven and Riggs victorious tonight, the Icon has pinned Douglas straight to the center of the ring.

Moore: This is so emotional, it’s times like these that I wish I didn’t have my ovaries replaced with potatoes.

Orlando has no time to celebrate his victory. The second he reaches his feet Evans steps in and almost beheads him with a mafia kick. The shot knocks Cruze’s legs out from under him while an angered Savior now slides back into the ring. He stops briefly to stomp Riggs to his forehead several times then joins in with the assault on Orlando.

Comeau: The Conspiracy may not be leaving here victorious tonight, but they are determined to make an impact on the number one contender.

Moore: They should buy him a wig then.

Evans steps behind Orlando, hooking his arms and pulling him up to his knees. This leaves Cruze in a defenseless predicament, and completely at the mercy of his aggressors. The World Champion now begins to jab him over and over again to the forehead, trying to inflict as much damage as possible on the man who will face him for the title.

That’s when Riggs staggers in, grabbing Christian by the shoulder, spinning him around and jabbing him across the jaw. The blow knocks Savior backwards and almost out of his boots as Riggs continues the onslaught. That’s until Evans reaches into his pocket and removes that destructive chain, wrapping it around his fist then blindsiding Riggs to the back of the head with it.

The fans voice their disgust as Riggs tumbles to the ring and rolls under the ropes to the outside.

Mark: Riggs trying to come to Orlando’s aid but he was knocked unconscious with that chain.

Susie: I’ve been knocked unconscious plenty of times, mostly when playing with plastic bags.

Evermore now climbs up onto the apron, trying to assist Orlando before he’s given a hard boot to the jaw from the Champion. The blow knocks Axl to the mats once again while Savior turns his attention back towards the dazed Cruze. His eyes turn towards Pat and his chain wrapped fist, nodding gleefully.

Pat licks his lips and turns towards Douglas who is now seated on the canvas. His head may be enflamed with pain yet he still nods it enthusiastically. Evans sets himself to clock Cruze with the chain when to a thunderous reaction Johnny Kingdom jumps over the barricade.

Comeau: Look at this, it’s Johnny Kingdom, he snuck back into the arena!

Moore: They really need to buy new locks for this building.

The crowd comes unglued as Johnny slides into the ring and ducks a shot from the chain wrapped fist of Evans. Pat now spins all the way around and has his chin engulfed by a superkick from the Team Leader. The kick connects with such force that it sends Evans tumbling through the ropes.

To much fanfare Kingdom lunges into the air and dropkicks the World Champion to his sternum, knocking him through the cables as well.

Mark: Kingdom is clearing the ring! He is absolutely decimating the Conspiracy.

Johnny rises to his feet, spinning in circles with ravenous eyes before he spots Douglas. He storms towards him when Dan rolls out of the ring to protect himself from any further damage.

Kingdom leans against the ropes and beams a glare down at the aching President while Orlando stands up in the ring behind the co-holder of the tag titles. Cruze is staggering around, trying to regain his bearings, yet is unaware that Kingdom is in the ring, and that he just saved him from this physical onslaught. In his groggy state he turns finally spotting the Team Leader when Kingdom delivers a boot straight to his ribs, places him in a front chancery then delivers the Exodus Finale on the Icon.

Orlando is driven with incredible force head first into the squared circle, causing him to bounce up to his seat, eyes flickering and jaw hung agape.

Mark: Oh my God, Kingdom just delivered the EXODUS FINALE on Cruze!

Susie: I thought bald people stuck together.

Kingdom rises to his feet at this point amongst a very mixed reaction from the crowd. His eyes are locked on the laid out Icon, Johnny getting a small measure of vengeance for what transpired at Extinction.

Comeau: Kingdom has laid out his tag team partner, this age old rivalry once again kicking into full swing.

Moore: I don’t like to swing, not since that time I was almost strangled to death with the chains.

Some of the fans understand where Johnny is coming from, and the loyal Orlando supporters bombard him with boos as he continues to stand over the Icon. The camera zooms in on the Team Leader’s twisted face while the Conspiracy convenes at the top of the ramp, definitely liking what they see.

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