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RIOT!

A dazzling pyrotechnics display rocks the Manhattan Center, resulting in a raucous reception from the fans. They dance excitedly in the stands as another Riot! hits the airwaves.

Mark Comeau: It’s Saturday night, meaning we’re on tap for another edition of IWC Riot! and what a night you’ve tuned in for.

Susie Moore: Yep, because I get to do my erotic shadow puppet show tonight.

Comeau: Yes, only it will be restricted to an audience of one in my dressing room. We’ve got a stacked card tonight, highlighted by a handicap encounter as Johnny Kingdom collides with both Nathan Creed & Psycho. Not to mention a HUGE one on one match between Robin Brooks and Orlando Cruze. And the icing on the cake will be the Peace Summit between Riggs and Jason Wheeler. We have a potentially explosive night ahead of us.

AURORA ROSE VS. CHRISTIAN SAVIOR

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

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

You think you know me?!

I’m…

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

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

Spinning around, the figure reveals himself to be Christian Savior, wearing his black pants and phoenix-logo shirt, along with a long black trenchcoat. The World Title is wrapped around his waist, his palms caressing the gold.

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

Savior makes his way down the ring, ignoring what words are being shouted by the audience.

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

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

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

Savior climbs up onto the apron, removing his coat. He discards it to a stagehand then slips through the ropes with the title still shimmering around his trim waist. Without delay he takes off his title and hands it over to the official, instructing the ref to protect it with his insignificant life.

Mark: And we’re kicking things off with the World Heavyweight Champion. Yay?

Susie: Yes, yay. Now we get more time to admire his hair.

Comeau: Savior set to compete in one on one competition, and he’s surprisingly coming out here sans Dan Douglas or Pat Evans.

“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: And here comes Aurora, who like Savior has taken a vested interest in tonight’s Peace Summit. In fact, she and her husband are so determined to get Riggs and Wheeler on the same page, that David is backstage right now trying to talk some sense into the Painted Warrior.

Susie: David Freak is trying to talk sense to someone else? If I knew what an oxymoron was that’s exactly what I call that whole situation. Wait, is an oxymoron someone who bathes themselves in that Oxy Clean stuff?

Mark: Are you describing yourself again?

Moore: Hahaha, no. I don’t even take baths, I just use the hose behind my house and a kiddy pool.

Comeau: Uh wow. This match is made all the more interesting though, considering what happened when Savior crossed paths with Aurora’s husband a few months ago. Needless to say, Rose is out for some vengeance here tonight.

A smarmy Savior begins to slip through the ropes when Aurora comes barreling across the ring into a front dropkick. Both of her boots meet with an equal amount of force against the Rising Phoenix’s face, sending him tumbling to the outside mats.

Surprisingly he lands directly on his feet, albeit swinging his arms to remain upright. In his stunned state he comes staggering back towards the ring only to have Aurora lunge through the ropes feet first into another dropkick. This time she sits on the middle cable her feet dangling over the apron.

This collision knocks the frazzled World Champion to the mats, his eyes opened wide with sheer astonishment.

As he tries to stand Aurora flips over the top rope and lands on her feet in the ring, still holding the uppermost cable. She uses it to pull herself over, twisting in mid-air, landing on Savior’s shoulders and taking him over into the hurricarana.

Comeau: GOOD GOD, look at Aurora go. She has got the World Champion all discombobulated.

Moore: The same thing happens to me whenever I stand next to a microwave or hear Little Richard singing.

A still befuddled Savior tries to regain his faculties, standing instinctively as he throws wild right hands in all directions. That’s when Aurora jumps to the apron behind him and dives off, catching the back of his head with a bulldog. Christian is rammed face first into the thin protective matting while the crowd squeals uncontrollably.

The dominating Rose jumps to the top of the stairs at this point and begins slapping her chest, getting the crowd even more riled up. She then glances over her shoulder at the still struggling Savior before flipping over into a moonsault from the steps.

The crafty, quick Rose lands right on top of Christian’s shoulder, but shockingly she was unable to take him down. He now turns with Aurora loaded on his shoulder in a powerslam position and drops her down with the snake eyes face first into the ring apron.

Her skull thuds against the apron with tremendous force, causing her to stand up googly eyed and in perfect position for the malicious Champion.

Savior promptly takes her by the hair and rolls her back into the ring, beginning to climb up to the apron himself. He now begins to slip through the ropes into the ring when a recovered Aurora pounces upon him. She steps in grabbing him by the neck and placing him in a front chancery position. It appears that she is setting up for an elevated DDT off the ropes.

Unfortunately Christian is able to push her off, sending her staggering backwards to the center of the ring. However, she regains her footing and comes charging back at Christian only for him to pull himself over the top rope into a diving shoulder block.

The move connects with enough force to send both athletes tumbling to the ring.

Comeau: Savior finding his niche in this contest now against a very game Aurora.

Moore: Game? Aurora? She’s not even wearing a plumbers outfit Mark.

A dazed Rose holds her shoulder while rolling away from Savior into the ropes. She desperately begins to pull herself up, her throat ending up wedged against the middle cable. It’s at this point that Savior barrels towards her backside, lunges into the air and lands seat first across the back of her head. His momentum sends him slipping through the ropes to the outside of the ring but choking Rose violently against the second cable.

Mark: Ahhh, that had to do some serious damage to the larynx and clavicle of Aurora.

Moore: Silly Mark, only men have clavicles. Didn’t you take sex ed?

Aurora rolls to the center of the ring, her throat red due to the impact with the ropes. She tolerates the pain, starting to work her way back to her feet just as Christian enters the ring beside her. Sadly Aurora finds herself bent forward in perfect position for Christian who pounces on his wounded prey, ready to unleash the dreaded punt kick to her skull.

Somehow Rose has the wherewithal to avoid it, stepping back and pushing Savior’s foot along before it could connect. A somewhat shocked Savior now spins around into Rose who uncoils a lethal spinning back chop. Her hand connects with nothing but air, Christian having ducked it.

A startled Aurora twists around due to the momentum of her chop and finds herself facing the inbound boots of Christian who connects with a dreaded spinning heel kick.

The collision knocks Aurora to the ring while Savior lands on his seat. A less than humble smirk resides on his face as he remains seated on the canvas, swiping his palms together as if cleaning them of after meal debris.

He now slithers with all the confidence of a used car salesman into the cover, hooking just one leg in the process.

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Aurora is able to kick out much to the grief of the World Champion. He quickly plays it off as if he had intended to let Aurora get her shoulder up.

He pulls her up to her seat at this point and delivers a straight kick directly to the small of her back, causing her to cry out in pain. The ever so egotistical Savior confidently charges backwards into the ropes, bouncing off and attempting to get a running start for another kick.

This time he doesn’t meet with the same success as Aurora rolls over backwards and extends her legs. They end up wrapped around Christian’s waist as he bends forward, wrapping his arms around her mid-section and hoisting her into the wheelbarrow.

Rose reaches back with her arm, catches him around the neck and attempts a bulldog. Yet again Savior is able to shrug her off, sending her flying forward and landing on her feet directly in front of him.

Once again he tries to pounce on her only to have Rose drop to her back yet again and lift her legs, this time allowing her shins to fall onto Savior’s shoulders. She now pulls him over into a head scissors, sending Savior flipping forward and tumbling across his back.

A speechless Christian urgently rushes to his feet, turning towards Aurora who is still on her back and moving in for the kill. This time Aurora pushes herself up into a headstand and again lifts her legs into the air, wrapping them around Savior’s neck and flipping him forward into a modified leg scissors.

Again Savior is sent flying through the air and plummeting across his back.

Comeau: Aurora hitting those modified head scissors from almost every position possible.

Moore: Then Savior should counter with a head-rock! Or head-paper, which one beats scissors again?

The fans are fully rallied behind Aurora who is beating Savior to the punch. She willfully pulls himself to his feet with the aid of the cables only to turn and spot Aurora steamrolling in his direction.

Savior just barely has time to launch his boot into the air, the heel nailing Aurora under the jaw and causing her to turn her back on the veteran. He now steps up behind Rose only to have her flip over backwards into the Pele kick. Her shin connects right against the top of Savior’s head, causing his eyes to cream over worse than a glazed donut.

In his befuddled condition he turns and falls to the second rope, neck strung out over it like a pear of wet boxers on a backyard clothesline. Rose rises to her feet, charges in and delivers a 61-Knee right through the ropes directly to Christian’s forehead.

The knee meets with enough force to send Savior flying backwards, crashing across his back and flipping over to his elbows and knees. It’s at this point that Aurora charges into the ropes at his side, springing to the middle cable then twisting around in mid-air as she connects with a leg drop right across the back of her opponent’s head.

Christian is slammed face first into the ring, his addled frame rolling to its back due to the whiplash. Aurora rises to her feet and slips through the ropes onto the apron in front of the laid out Christian before springing to the top cable.

She now comes flying off through the air and landing feet first directly against Savior’s stomach. The double stomp knocks all the air out of Savior’s lungs while Aurora continues to stand on top of him. She now jumps into the air from the shattered ribcage and comes crashing down with an elbow drop right to Christian’s chest.

Susie: Aurora does some fancy moves, just like Kevin Bacon in footloose, only she’s not dancing, and she doesn’t have the face of a weasel.

Comeau: Um, sure. Aurora is indeed putting the hurt on Christian right now with all of her aerial moves.

Christian rolls to his side, kicking his legs and gripping at his ribs from the trauma. Somehow he begins to stand up though, still hunched over and gripping at his ribs with both arms.

Rose lays in wait behind him, buying her time anxiously as he struggles to his feet. It’s at this point that she charges forward, takes him around the neck and charges at the ropes for the Sinful Desires (Stratusfaction). Just before she can connect Christian shoves her off and forward into the cables.

To his dismay Aurora is able to lunge to the middle rope, landing on it with the grace of a feisty feline then springing off and twisting in mid-air. Unfortunately she flies straight into the raised knees of Savior, who plucks her down out of the air into the code breaker.

Her face slams violently against the raised knees of the champion, causing her to recoil back to her feet where she lingers for only a moment before tumbling to her backside.

Comeau: WHAT A COUNTER! Savior hitting the code breaker on an airborne Aurora.

Moore: That was almost as amazing as Dumbo. Now if only Savior had giant ears that he could fly with, just like Will Smith.

The energy has dissipated in the arena at the sight of Aurora strung out across the canvas and Savior crawling quickly into the cover, this time hooking BOTH legs.

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The fans react with their usual lack of decorum, verbally berating the victor.

Comeau: Savior saved himself from a loss despite Aurora’s overwhelming aerial assault. Unfortunately for Rose she went to the well once too often.

Moore: Did she fall in the well? If so you might want to give her some soap to wash her skin again.

Savior sits up panting heavily and gripping at his ribcage where it feels like a Mariachi band just got done dancing the chi-chi. Despite the fact that he can barely breathe he motions for a house mic and his title. An unconscious Aurora is unable to quell his impending speech, for her broken body has rolled to the outside mats.

Mark: As if another Savior victory wasn’t already intolerable enough, now he’s going to talk as well.

Moore: Uh oh, I hope he doesn’t say my name backwards and send me to the fifth dimension.

Comeau: We could always hope.

A sweaty Savior snatches up the mic and World title provided to him by Kailey Worf then proceeds to say exactly what’s on his mind. All the while he maintains a grin that could brighten a black hole.

Christian: Shocked are we?

The weasel like smile and the confidence in his tone elicits the most animalistic of reactions from the crowd.

Savior: Well you SHOULDN’T BE! When Savior promises something, it happens. I’m not a hypocrite like Orlando Cruze or Johnny Kingdom. I don’t lie to your pimply, greasy faces like my…

Savior utters the next word forcefully through his grating teeth.

Christian: …Brother. Yet my honesty makes me a social leper? I guess you people just can’t stand someone who makes good on his claims, someone who’s right all the time, someone who is simply better than each and everyone of you liars and heathens. Unlike you, or Orlando Cruze, I don’t have to fib to make myself look better, I’m able to be 100% honest 100% of the time because my skill allows it. I proved I’m a man of my word when I won the World Heavyweight title…

His championship is held aloft.

Savior: I showed how truthful my edict is upon beating each and every one of your “heroes,” from this walking STD I just vanquished to that painted Rob Zombie reject Riggs. I said I’d beat them, and that’s EXACTLY what happened. And rather you phonies like it or not, the same fate awaits either Kingdom or Cruze. Doesn’t matter which one faces me for the belt because either man will meet with an equal amount of disappointment. They will LOSE and I will RETAIN.

Again the belt is hoisted up high, causing the crowd to become all the sicker.

Christian: And that’s the truth. Like I said, there’s no need for me to live behind a wall of lies like The Team Leader or the Icon, nor do I have to mask my motivations. Just look at my potential opponents for a moment, both of them are claiming to have only the noblest of goals when it comes to facing me for the gold.

The still sweaty Savior rolls his eyes.

Savior: And you people are still buying this? Why am I not surprised? You perjurers would eat uranium if Orlando told you it was cream corn. You’d all jump off a bridge if Kingdom convinced you you could fly. No, their World title ambitions have nothing to do with “saving” this company by stopping the Conspiracy’s reign of infamy. All they want to do is fatten their wallets, steal the spotlight for fifteen more minutes, then wonder off into the sunset with a big chip on their shoulder.

Their World title quest is about one thing, not salvation, EGO.

Don’t let them tell you any different. If you had but one functional brain-cell you would realize like me that this is all one big ego induced fantasy. A fantasy just like Jason Wheeler’s peace summit.

Savior’s lower lip quivers again at the mention of his sibling.

Christian: Words cannot even begin to describe just how preposterous this whole meeting between Riggs and Wheeler is. We all know Jason is not the type to simply let go of a grudge. Then there’s Riggs, who is so unstable he probably doesn’t even remember teaming with Wheeler. There’s only one way this can end, and I want to be there to see it all blow up in Jason’s face.

Once again the crowd seethes over Savior’s prognostication of future events.

Savior: And I will be there. Because as of right now I’m hereby announcing that the “peace summit” will take place on the TWILIGHT ZONE.

A snake like smirk inhabits his face as his eyes twinkle with the delight of his bombshell.

Christian: I’m going to have a front row seat to the inevitable destruction of Riggs and Jason Wheeler. This summit has been built on a bed of lies but I’ll force them to show their honesty….

A steel chair whacks Savior over the back before he could get out another odious syllable. The impact sends him reeling forward into the ropes and spilling through them to the outside mats amongst a righteous ovation from the crowd. Savior surprisingly lands on his feet then reels around to lock his stunned eyes on Nathan Creed.

Mark: Nathan Creed out of nowhere just shut Savior up with a steel chair.

Susie: I would have used duct tape, but that’s just me.

An exacerbated Savior staggers away from the ring coveting his gold, eyes locked on his assailant. Nathan unleashes his broken smile as he throws down the chair then urges Christian to re-enter the ring. The offer is not taken up by Christian, who is seething with rage as he backs up the ramp.

Comeau: Creed has just laid down the gauntlet to Christian, he’s reminding him that you can’t forget the Future.

Susie: How could you, all those missing teeth always makes me think of my favorite show, HeeHaw!

Creed is showered with praise from the fans as he rushes at the ropes and jumps onto the middle one. There he stands and there he makes a belt motion across his waist. The symbolism isn’t lost on Christian, who pulls his World Championship in a little closer to his chest, cradling it like a newborn infant.

Comeau: The wick on this powder keg between Creed and Savior has just been ignited.

Nathan continues to revel in the ovation of the fans but his eyes remain stoically centered on the belt over Savior’s shoulder.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Live on Pay-Per-View

WORTH IT

I don’t care if I’m fired or not, it was all worth it.

Krissie McMorris pulls Nathan a little closer as they sit snuggly on their appropriately named “love” seat. They are both still feeding off the energy from the attack on the World Champion.

Krissie: Just to see the looks on their faces, and to be back together with you.

The long red nails gently scraped through Creed’s hair as he placed his hand on her uncovered knee.

Nathan: I knew you weren’t immune to my charms.

McMorris: Who could be, you big cuddly teddy bear you.

Creed smirks uneasily, slapping her on the knee.

Creed: We need to work on those pet names, maybe something a little more menacing. But yeah, I’d like to see Douglas try and fire you. If he thought we were an annoyance before then he’ll be shocked by the floodgate that opens.

Krissie: Let him fire me, I don’t care, cause like I said, in the end it was all worth it. Plus, I should expect to face some consequences after everything I put you through.

Her head lowers in sadness but Creed is quick to give her leg a soothing rub.

Creed: We talked about this already Krissie, we both need to accept an equal amount of blame for what’s happened over the past year. Besides, you were manipulated by Douglas the same way Savior and Evans have been manipulated. None of that matters anymore though, the important thing is that we’ve both come to our senses, and we’ve made the Conspiracy’s lives just a tad bit more miserable in the process.

McMorris: Just think of the misery they’ll be in when you win that World Title and it’s you who faces Orlando in his very last match.

The thought brightens Creed’s day and prompts him to move in for a passionate kiss. Their lips just interlock when there’s a ruckus at the door. The heavy knocking drags Creed away from the temptress. He twists the knob and the door flies open revealing a battalion of security guards wielding clubs and a neck brace sporting Douglas anxiously dancing around behind them.

Douglas: You stupid son of a bitch… you crossed the line tonight Creed.

A smirk tears through Creed’s face and almost rips his cranium in half.

Creed: Really? But we haven’t even gotten started. Putting your boys through those tables last week was an appetizer, just wait till the main course.

The similes and euphemisms irritate Douglas, who is already suffering the effects of a migraine caused by the numerous head injuries suffered at the hands of Orlando last week.

Douglas: There’s not going to be any supper or desert for you CREED. My friends here are going to ensure you don’t come out of this room again. Least not until your handicap match later this evening.

Somehow the smile widens, providing Douglas with all it’s toothless glory.

Nathan: Okay, that’s fine, I think Savior got the message anyway. But don’t think your little army of guards here are going to keep me away from that World Championship forever.

Nathan emphatically slams the door shut in the faces of the security guards and the repulsed Douglas.

BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

A door sporting no type of name or symbol is located right in front of the camera. It’s just a dull white exterior with no fancy signs indicating its function. It’s not until the door opens that we’re given a clue as to what’s held on the opposite side. A sinister smile is present on Robin Brooks’ face as she vacates what appears to be a dressing room. Her eyes shine with satisfaction and her arms cross smugly over her chest.

As she steps away from the slowly closing door the camera spots Shin Iwate seated on a stool inside of his room. He is stooped over forward as if in deep contemplation. No more can be seen as the door comes to a close.

Comeau: What was that all about? Why was Brooks just talking to Shin Iwate in his dressing room?

Moore: Maybe Shin was giving her grooming tips, given how naturally beautiful Chinese people tend to be.

Mark: I guess we’ll have more on this as it develops.

THAT DISCO NINJA VS. HURSE

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. Finally he ends up at ringside lavishing in the cheers from the crowd. That’s when the crafty Ninja is blindsided from behind by Hurse.

Comeau: Hurse out of nowhere!

Moore: Damn his teleporting powers, those are suppose to be reserved strictly for that Irish ballet dancing kid from Billy Elliot.

Mark: I think you just lost everyone on that reference. Hurse is attacking Disco Ninja on the rampway, completely mugging him before the match can be started. Remember, it was Disco Ninja who helped cost Hurse the Submission title last week.

That Disco Ninja tries to stand up after being knocked to the mats with a forearm to his shoulder blades. Unfortunately he’s stomped repeatedly to the back of the head by a furious Hurse, who is showing a whole new type of intensity.

Hurse grabs one of the individuals he blames for his title loss and drags them up to their feet, charging the Ninja at the steel steps. Before the Disco Ninja can do anything he’s whipped shoulder first directly into the steel, which barely budges upon impact.

The steps almost shatter Disco Ninja’s clavicle and do who knows how much damage to his rotator cuff. Injuries or no injuries Hurse proceeds with his assault, dragging his opponent to their feet then taking them by the back of the head. He now rushes Disco Ninja across the mats and drives him face first directly into the exposed steel turnbuckle post.

Mark: What a malicious assault by Hurse, he just rammed Disco Ninja face first right into that exposed post.

Susie: That’s why it’s good ninja’s wear masks, that way nobody can tell they secretly look like Freddy Kruger, or Martha Stewart.

The addled Disco Ninja falls to his back, both hands grasping at his damaged face. Referee Princeton shouts at Hurse from the interior of the ring, demanding he bring Disco Ninja inside so that the contest can begin. Hurse doesn’t even so much as gander in the official’s direction, instead he continues his assault.

The Disco Ninja has just gotten to a kneeling base when Hurse delivers a swift boot directly to his forehead. The shot knocks him to his back, causing him to roll around in a feeble attempt to get up. However, Hurse is the one who drags him to his feet then whips him into the barricade.

Before the Disco Ninja can apply the breaks he slams knees first into the barrier, flipping up and over it into the screaming crowd. The fans barely have time to clear out of the way as the disco dancing athlete plummets to the concrete at their feet.

Hurse slips over the barrier at this point and proceeds to stomp repeatedly at his prone opponent. He then finds himself wrestling with a fan over the use of their chair, but finally finagles it free from their grasp. The Master of Control is anything but in control of his emotions as he lifts the chair into the air and drives the top edge down right into the Disco Ninja’s ribs.

Comeau: If this match had officially started the referee would surely be throwing it out right now. Hurse has just completely snapped after the loss of his Submission title.

Moore: If I lost something bright and shinny I’d be mad too.

The chair continues to be employed to inflict damage on the Disco Ninja before Hurse carelessly discards it by tossing it into the crowd. He now drags the Disco Ninja to his feet and pitches him by the back of his head over the barricade to the ringside area.

Hurse allows for no distance between them, quickly hopping the barrier and beginning to stomp down at the Disco Ninja’s covered face. The fans are jumping all over his case but Hurse could care-less, as he is absolutely obsessed with debilitating the Disco Ninja.

He now goes as far as to grab the thin protective matting and starts ripping it up, exposing the concrete beneath.

Mark: Uh oh, I think Hurse has some very bad intentions for Disco Ninja and that concrete.

Susie: Ohhh, he’s tearing up the mats? How am I suppose to do my forward rolling somersaults now?

The concrete floor has been entirely exposed as Hurse grabs the Disco Ninja by his shrouded face and drags him up his knees. The vulnerable Ninja’s head is now tucked under Hurse’s seat as he clearly sets up for the piledriver on the concrete, a move that would undoubtedly end his opponent’s career.

Just as he is on the verge of connecting the Disco Ninja rips Hurse’s legs out from under him, sending the former champion collapsing back first onto the concrete. He reaches for his head which thumped against the concrete and has no idea that Disco Ninja is grabbing hold of his legs.

Both legs are now tucked under Disco Ninja’s arms as he falls back, catapulting Hurse through the air and towards the barricade. Hurse crashes ribs first into the top edge of the steel, his body now hung over it as he cries out in pain.

Finally he crashes into the sea of humanity, fans swarming around him to get their faces on the camera. As Hurse struggles to regain his faculties the Disco Ninja enters the ring, prompting the official to call for the bell. Although the match has now gotten underway the wildly Ninja opts not to remain on the canvas, instead he runs at the ropes and jumps to the top one.

He lands gracefully feet first on the top cable then springs off, flying through the air, over the barricade and crashing down right onto Hurse in the crowd. The Manhattan Center fans are going absolutely insane at the sight of this death defying dive that leaves both athletes laying spread across the concrete.

Moore: Who knew John Travolta could fly. I mean, I know he had his pilot’s license in that incredibly creepy movie with the talking babies but I never knew he could do that.

Comeau: First of all that was an amazing dive from Disco Ninja, secondly, that is not John Travolta, thirdly, you’re an idiot.

The fans are still rejoicing at the sight of that unbelievable dive from the Disco Ninja which has laid Hurse to waste. And despite the pain in his ribs the Disco Ninja starts to work his way to his feet, leaning on the barricade for support. Referee Princeton has commenced with a ten count, prompting Disco Ninja to climb over the barrier and re-enter the ring.

Hurse isn’t moving, remaining sprawled across the concrete with fluttering eyes. The official continues with his ten count, reaching five before Hurse finally starts to stir, dragging himself to his feet.

Comeau: This isn’t good for Hurse, he’s seemingly on the verge of being counted out.

An exasperated Hurse spills to the mats, beginning to drag his aching body to the ring. Princeton is now at a count of eight as Hurse grabs the apron. Disco Ninja encourages Hurse to enter by busting out some rhythmic hip shaking.

It seems to be just the motivation that Hurse needs to pull himself up onto the apron and through the ropes before the official could reach his ten count.

Mark: Hurse barely beating the count.

Susie: You can’t beat time Mark, unless it’s an alarm clock.

As soon as Hurse enters the ring the Disco Ninja swoops in, grabbing his legs and dragging him to the center of the ring. He swings around Hurse’s leg then falls to his back, applying a figure four leg lock. Now Hurse wishes he would have been counted out as he sits up, screaming at the top of his lungs in pain.

Hurse now falls to his back the official making the count due to both shoulders being on the canvas.

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Hurse sits up and continues to writhe around on the canvas in the worse pain of his life. Disco Ninja exerts as much pressure as possible while using his free hand to do some Travolta-esque points towards the sky.

The battered Hurse turns to one side, then the other, desperate to reverse the pressure. All his twisting and turning allows him to inch towards the ropes though, as his hands now extend and take the bottom cable. Amongst a mixed reaction from the crowd the official jumps right over Disco Ninja, starting a five count before the hold is promptly broken.

Disco Ninja stands up and grabs Hurse’s ankles, dragging him to the center of the ring then stepping over the leg yet again. Just as it appears he’s about to apply another figure four leg lock Hurse wedges his feet foot to Disco Ninja’s bum and shoves him forward into the turnbuckle.

Disco Ninja ducks his head and rams into the corner with enough force to send him flipping up and over the turnbuckle. He ultimately crashes down side first onto the apron, holding the ropes to keep from plummeting to the outside mats.

Mark: I thought the Disco Ninja was going to earn the submission there for a moment by virtue of the classic figure four.

Moore: I thought only skaters and old men with flabby man boobs did the figure four.

An aching Disco Ninja starts to stand up as Hurse limps in his direction. He now reaches over the ropes and places his opponent in a front chancery before lifting him over the ropes into a vertical suplex. Shockingly the Disco Ninja floats over though, landing on his feet behind Hurse, taking him around the waist then dropping into a backwards roll.

Hurse ends up mounted on top of his shoulders, folded up like an accordion with Disco Ninja seated on the back of his thighs for the pin.

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Hurse reaches up and grabs the back of Disco Ninja’s pants, pulling them down and causing his opponent to fall over backwards. Their positions have now been reversed with Hurse seated on the back of Disco Ninja’s legs holding onto the belt and reaching out grabbing hold of the middle rope.

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Despite all of this added leverage Disco Ninja is still able to kick out, launching Hurse forward and sending him traveling into the ropes.

Hurse bounces from the cables and comes back in at Disco Ninja who catches him with a right under the jaw. The blow staggers the Master of Control as Disco Ninja does the lawnmower, a finger point towards the sky then delivers a second right hand. Hurse has an even harder time maintaining his footing as Disco Ninja proceeds to do the same dance routine followed by the knock out shot.

As his fist careens towards Hurse’s face he ducks forward, avoiding the blow and grabbing Disco Ninja’s leg, hoisting him into a flapjack. Disco Ninja ends up being dropped ribs first right across the top rope. He bounces off into the waiting arms of Hurse, who places him in a sleeper then steps to his opponent’s side.

He bends Disco Ninja over forward then drops back, flipping his rival sideways so that he drops right on top of his face. The shellshock sends the Ninja bouncing from the ring and eventually landing on his seat with fluttering eyes. Hurse quickly pulls him down to his back and hooks both legs for as much leverage on the pin as possible.

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Disco Ninja launches his shoulder from the ring, avoiding the three count and causing Hurse to sit up stewing with anger.

Comeau: A nearfall there for Hurse off of the shellshock but Disco Ninja continues to hang in there.

Moore: Just like all ninjas. But in the movies doesn’t a new ninja usually jump in there by now and attack someone one on one despite there being like eighty of them.

Hurse slowly stands up and takes Disco Ninja by the protective shroud, dragging him to his feet into a stunner position. The crowd voices their dismay as Hurse sets up for the Disinfectant (Contra Code). He charges forward to deliver the move only to have Disco Ninja push him off at the last second.

Hurse turns and hits the ropes back first, springing off towards Disco Ninja who lunges into the air, connecting with the Disco Ball of DOOM (Corkscrew Shoulder Block). Both athletes crash to the ring with Disco Ninja landing on his knees beside the completely incapacitated Hurse.

The fans are rejoicing as both men take a few moments to recover from the sheer physicality they’ve inflicted on one another. Disco Ninja takes a lot of time to simply get a single foot behind his body, let alone to bust out a quick lawnmower with his hands.

Although it hurts, the Disco Ninja finally stands all the way up and now rushes into the ropes beside his laid out opponent. He bounces from the cables and drops into a rolling thunder, springing out of it into a forward flipping leg drop. However, Hurse has cleared out of the way at the last second.

As a result the Disco Ninja lands on his rump and Hurse flips forward right into him. The upside down Hurse crashes back first into the Ninja’s chest. The light disco dancing aficionado ends up on his back with Hurse on top of him holding his legs for a jackknife cover. The fans scream as the count is made.

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Disco Ninja kicks out just before the three.

An outraged Hurse rolls to his knees, slaps the canvas and shouts at the official bitterly.

Comeau: Hurse thought he had Disco Ninja defeated for sure.

Moore: You can’t keep a good ninja down, unless their playing boogie limbo.

Hurse smears the sweat on his forehead and approaches Disco Ninja who has just reached his feet. He’s sent right back down to the canvas though thanks to a timely right hand between the eyes. The official is powerless to do anything against Hurse’s blatant closed fist as Disco Ninja tries valiantly to get up again.

Just as he stands another right hand connects to his forehead, sending him scrambling backwards. The Disco Ninja swings both arms to remain upright while Hurse steps back and busts out a good old fashioned hip grind. He now tries to do the splits in order to mock his opponent but pulls something in his scrotum, prompting him to give up.

Instead he rushes back to his feet and now attempts to complete the series of right hands, stepping in for the knock out blow. The Disco Ninja ducks the final shot and then rushes into the ropes behind Hurse, springing to the middle cable. He then flies off, twisting in mid-air only to be plucked out of the sky with a dropkick to the ribs from his veteran opponent.

A loud groan is heard from the crowd as the Disco Ninja collapses to the ring and remains sprawled across it just long enough for Hurse to crawl into the lateral press.

Comeau: Another springboard maneuver ending in disaster here tonight. Those ropes have not been kind here tonight.

Moore: I know they’ve been giving me the cold shoulder.

The official makes the count at the urges of an eager Hurse.

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The Disco Ninja again launches a shoulder from the canvas, avoiding the three count to a thunderous roar of approval.

Hurse is infuriated by the fact that this match must continue, forcing him to exert the energy to stand. While rising to his feet he also grabs Disco Ninja around the neck, rolling him to his knees and then wrapping his arms around his waist.

In a shocking display of strength Hurse dead lifts his lighter opponent from the canvas then transitions into the sit-out gutwrench powerbomb. The fans respond to the Legend Bomb like they would to a fruitcake on Christmas.

Hurse pays them no mind as he leans forward, desperately wedging his shoulders to the back of Disco Ninja’s knees for the pinfall.

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Again Disco Ninja displays his resiliency by lobbing his shoulder from the ring. There is no tact in Hurse’s expression, his lower lip protruded like an angry ape or a sobbing tot. He stands dejectedly and then grinds the bottom of his boot right across Disco Ninja’s forehead.

That wildly Ninja rolls to his knees, gripping at the ropes as a crutch. He barely has the strength remaining to begin standing while Hurse storms in, his taste-buds salivating at the thought of drawing blood. That’s until he walks directly into a superkick under the jaw, the impact of which sending him tumbling like a falling redwood to the canvas.

Comeau: A superkick out of nowhere by the Disco Ninja, landing square on Hurse’s broad jaw.

Moore: That was a great ninja move, but I’m still waiting on the Chinese stars.

The Disco Ninja has fallen beside his laid out opponent and now agonizingly drags himself into the cover.

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Now Disco Ninja is the one who meets with disappointment as Hurse’s shoulder raises from the canvas just before the third slap of the canvas. As a result of this heartache Disco Ninja rolls under the ropes to the apron where he develops a new strategy.

Somehow Hurse is already moving in the ring, trying to get up despite the physical toll this match has played on his body.

The Disco Ninja starts across the ring towards the turnbuckle, about to utilize it as a proverbial diving board. Just as he reaches the ropes Hurse grabs referee Princeton and shoves him into his opposition. Princeton connects with as much force as necessary to knock Disco Ninja to the outside.

He splats right across the thin matting which provides little resistance against the concrete beneath. An enraged Princeton jumps into Hurse’s face, barking out threats. Hurse tucks his tail between his legs and backs off, his palms raised defensively. He yelps his pleas for Princeton not to disqualify him.

Disco Ninja is trying to create some space and give himself some time to recuperate; therefore he takes refuge beneath the ring. He hides under the squared circle as Hurse finally grows the balls to shove Princeton out of his way and track down his opposition.

He stares through the ropes at the empty mats in confusion, unaware that Disco Ninja has rolled out from under the opposite side of the ring. Hurse hears the loud reception from the crowd, prompting him to spin around and spot Disco Ninja standing behind him on the outside of the ring. The crafty Ninja begins to do a river dance routine as Hurse’s face twists with befuddlement.

Comeau: How did Disco Ninja get to the other side of the ring so quickly? And is this obnoxious, non disco style dancing intended to send some kind of statement on behalf of his employer?.

Moore: The only memos I get from my employer is to show more cleavage.

Mark: Don’t feel bad, I get the same messages myself.

Hurse continues to wear a mask of confusion over how quickly the Disco Ninja just moved. Strangely, right at this exact same moment, Disco Ninja is also rolling out from under the opposite side of the squared circle.

Susie: Did I eat some really powerful poppy-seeds or something, or was I just struck by lightening again?

Comeau: Are there TWO Disco Ninjas?

The Disco Ninja doppelganger continues to distract Hurse who finally has had enough with the rhythmic dancing. He begins to pounce on his opponent when the Ninja dives back under the ring. Hurse is determined to get his hands on him but is then caught unaware from behind with a back slide from the original Disco Ninja.

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Hurse kicks out just before the back slide could prove to be effective for the Ninja. He now rolls over backwards onto his feet and grabs Disco Ninja around the neck, dragging him up to a standing base in a front chancery. Hurse tries to hoist the Ninja into a vertical suplex only to be kneed from his opponent to the top of his cranium.

A disorientated Hurse drops Disco Ninja back to his feet before the quick dancer lunges into the air, landing on his rival’s shoulders. Hurse is almost caught in a hurricarana until he drops back, allowing Disco Ninja to hang himself throat first on the top rope.

The fans’ squeal, feeling victory is inevitable for the former Champion, especially as he spins the Disco Ninja around into a stunner predicament. Hurse rushes forward at a nearby turnbuckle, again going for the Contra Code. Instead of hitting the move though, Hurse finds himself countered in a unique manner. Disco Ninja twists his head and lunges into the air, wrapping his arms and his legs around both of the Alpha Gen member’s shoulders.

A screaming Hurse is pulled down into the crucifix pinfall.

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The fans absolutely explode over what they witnessed as Disco Ninja has pinned the former World Champion.

Comeau: It’s over, Disco Ninja has pinned Hurse after a very physical match.

Susie: Are there a bunch of little Dinks under there?

Mark: I don’t know, but definitely some shenanigans afoot this evening.

Disco Ninja rolls out of the ring and busts out some more disco dancing. He backs up the ring celebrating the victory by rolling his arms, stepping up the ramp and then clapping his palms out to his sides. Both legs kick rhythmically in the process while the fans excitedly embrace his victory.

He turns to the ring for only a second, long enough to spot an identical Disco Ninja peaking out from under the ring. This Ninja lifts a thumb in the victor’s direction.

Moore: Look, LOOK, LOOOOOOK!!

Comeau: I see, and you’re scaring me. There was another Disco Ninja beneath the ring. (Sarcastically) And we can just imagine who that might be.

Susie: Way ahead of you, is Elvis an option?

Both Disco Ninja’s exchange a brief finger point before the one beneath the ring returns to his home.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Now on DVD

WEDDING PRESENT

The exasperated, pouting face of Hurse comes into view, his nostrils flaring like a thoroughbred on steroids.

Hurse: I’m telling you Robin, something strange happened out there. Something out of Ripley’s Believe it or Not…

He stands beside an open door, Robin still in her room getting properly prepared for her match.

Brooks: That’s no excuse for that abomination in the ring.

The words filter out of the dressing room and only add to Hurse’s pangs, including the physical ones emanating from his sore jaw.

Hurse: I had everything in the palm of my strangely hairy hand….

All the veins in his wrist protrude far past the skin as he squeezes his hand into a tight fist, his knuckles cracking in the process.

Hurse: Then something happened under that ring. Either Disco Ninja took a 500 milligram dosage of adrenaline straight to the heart, he was abducted by aliens, he became possessed with an all powerful spirit, or he had an evil clone. That’s the only way my loss can be explained.

Robin: Or you could just suck. That’s always an option.

The words wound Hurse deeper than his loss ever could, prompting him to remove his hand from his chin and cup it over his heart.

Hurse: I don’t think that ever entered the realm of possibilities. Of course you would know exactly what happened if you had been there.

The suspicious statement and the cautious means of delivery forces Robin to poke her head out of the doorway, careful to keep her exposed body well within the dressing room.

Robin: Sorry, I was taking care of other business.

Hurse is so flabbergasted he does a double take.

Hurse: WHAT!?! Business? BUISNESS!?! There’s no greater investment of your time than me.

Brooks: Would you stop being such a drama queen? It was just wedding business.

Hurse: Does it involve donkey rides?

Robin: Noooo.

She finally steps out of the room pulling up the straps of her shirt, fully dressed for her impending bout.

Brooks: Actually it involves an early wedding present.

Hurse: If it’s a toaster throw it away, if it’s a Nintendo Wii we keep it, and you don’t disturb me for the next month.

Robin: Oh, you’ll get plenty of entertainment out of it, plenty. And the best part is, you won’t have to wait, because everything comes together tonight.

Hurse: Even our beds?

Brooks: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

Hurse lowers his head in dejection.

Robin: But just wait till you see what happens to Hellkat here tonight. It’s gonna be awesome.

The dejected head of Hurse raises, his eyes filling with confliction.

Hurse: Umm, Hellkat you say?

Robin: Yep, that whore is going to get exactly what she deserves.

Hurse: A box of chocolates?

His response adds to Robin’s concern.

Brooks: No. What’s with you and Hellkat? She already turned down your offer to join the Alpha Generation, yet every time I talk about victimizing her you still act…all…. funky. What’s up with y….

Katelyn: Awww, you guys are so cute together.

The adorable yet intolerable Katelyn steps into the scene, suspiciously without Porno Lad at her side. She gleams with excitement and squeezes a menu in her hands. Upon seeing her, Hurse dives behind Robin, employing his fiancée as a human shield and keeping a cautious eye out for Porno Lad.

Katelyn: Your just like Cheech and Chong, or a ventriloquist and his faithful dummy.

Hurse: State your business.

Hurse again cowers behind an irritated Robin.

Katelyn: Porno Lad sent me with an urgent message.

A long awkward silence ensues.

Robin: Uhhh, are you going to tell us?

Katelyn: OH! He wanted me to say that he and Disco Ninja are spear heading an investigation into that impersonator under the ring. And he also wanted to let you know that in no way was he involved in those shenanigans. Even though the impersonator may have been the Lord of the Dance like Porno Lad and smelt of heavenly ginger blossoms.

Hurse finally peaks over Robin’s shoulder, still holding her tightly in place as the ultimate means of protection.

Hurse: RIDICULOUS! I know Porno Lad had something to do with this. He’s evil, EVIL I SAY! And next time he wants to try and convince me otherwise, he shouldn’t send his ever so vulnerable girlfriend to do his negotiating for him.

The threat fails to nudge Katelyn, because frankly she didn’t understand it. She continues unperturbed by Hurse’s leering eyes, handing over the menu to Robin.

Katelyn: Also, Porno Lad has now selected the menu for your wedding, which will mostly be catered by Popeye’s Chicken and Pizza Hut. And as your personal wedding planner he also spared no expense to make the menus in the shape of tits.

The menu is opened to reveal all its naughty goodness. Hurse snatches it out of Katelyn’s hand, examining the shape of it closely. Robin rips it away from him though and then shoves it back into Katelyn’s chest.

Robin: You better tell Porno Lad to butt out of our wedding or he’s in for trouble. And Steven, stay back here while I deal with some different type of business.

Brooks steps past Katelyn, who innocently watches her leave towards the ring. This leaves her alone with a suddenly confident Hurse, who swaggers towards her. He now tears the menu out of Katelyn’s hands.

Hurse: You heard her sister.

Hurse follows along behind Robin, perusing the provocatively shaped menu once again.

ORLANDO CRUZE VS. ROBIN BROOKS

“You Know My Name” explodes over the PA system to a rousing response. The entire Manhattan Center comes out of their seats as these lyrics bombard them and are accompanied by the presence of Orlando Cruze. The multiple time World Champion emerges to the stage with the same confident stride in his step, and a renewed passion in his eyes. He moves towards the ring eagerly and jumps to the apron, briefly raising a fist towards the crowd who mimic his classic pose.

Comeau: Orlando’s farewell tour continuing here tonight….

Moore: Is he going to Tahiti?

Mark: Ummm, no. He’s actually on the road to his retirement Susie, a road that had a huge detour sign thrown in the middle of it last week. Cruze still has to be seething over the fact that due to Johnny Kingdom’s interference in his match against Dan Douglas, he was disqualified, and as a result must now defend his number one contendership at Destiny.

Susie: That’s nothing to get so bent out of shape over. I lose stuff all the time, like my panties for instance.

Instead of continuing with his usual pre-match antics, Orlando proceeds across the ring and requests the use of a microphone. One is cautiously bestowed to him by Kailey.

Orlando: Before this little excursion gets underway I have something I need to get off my chest.

Moore: So do I, this braw is itchy.

Mark: Would you shut up and listen for once?

Cruze steps to the center of the ring and raises the microphone to his rather intense features.

Cruze: Last week, yet again in typical fashion, Orlando was screwed.

This statement is met with boos from the crowd.

Orlando: I know, I know, been there, done that. But this screwjob was a little more meaningful, because not only did it derail my retirement plans, but it definitively showed you fans, Johnny Kingdom’s true colors.

Now a mixed reaction emanates from the crowd.

Moore: I bet it’s purple, Johnny Kingdom’s true color.

Cruze: After coming out here weeks ago ranting like a lunatic about how I was a hypocrite for screwing him out of his number one contendership, what does he do, he turns around and does the exact same thing to me. Some of you may be thinking that’s eye for an eye justice, but like I’ve said a billion times, I had nothing to do with what happened at Extinction. Unfortunately Kingdom opted not to believe me, not to accept the truth. That’s right, he OPTED.

The fans find themselves a bit confused so Orlando takes them by their hands and leads the way.

Orlando: Kingdom chose not to believe so that he could use it as a flimsy excuse to rob me of my destiny. The truth is that Kingdom didn’t need any justification for what he did though, because he doesn’t care. Not about this company, not about the World Championship, and certainly not about any of you.

Again these comments are met with mixed applause.

Cruze: If he gave a shit about anyone other than himself, he would have stepped graciously aside and let me go onto live out my dream of retiring as World Champion, and more importantly taking the belt off Christian in the process. But Savior was right for once, because Kingdom’s EGO got in the way, and now he’s jeopardized everything.

Johnny couldn’t stand the prospect that I was going to main event Paranoia, that I was going to be the marquee name, that I was going to be in the match everyone was talking about. He just couldn’t tolerate being overshadowed by me. So he let his petty jealousy overrule his better judgment, and now at Destiny, we’re going to tear one another to shreds. And what’s left of our broken, mangled bodies will go onto Paranoia to challenge for the World Championship.

Comeau: I can’t wait.

Moore: My nipples are hardening just thinking about it.

Orlando runs his palm down his face, getting a little emotional.

Cruze: Of course, if Johnny really wanted to do what was best for this company, he would have allowed me to go into this match with Savior 100% physically and mentally. That’s not going to happen now, because I know what lengths Kingdom will go to in order to satisfy his ego.

But if Kingdom thinks his jealousy will keep me from fulfilling my fantasy then I’ll be glad to prove him wrong at Destiny. Regardless of rather he robbed me of my straight up World title match or not, I’ll still walk into Paranoia number one contender, and I will leave this company as the CHAMPION! Johnny Kingdom will just have to learn to deal with not being the champ, and with someone else finally getting the recognition he’s tried to horde for himself. Grow up Johnny.

Cruze tosses the microphone through the ropes and now has himself all fired up for not only his match with Robin tonight, but his eventual confrontation with Kingdom at Destiny.

Comeau: A powerful statement made by one of the potential challengers for the World title. Will Orlando make good on his vow when he squares off against Johnny Kingdom at Destiny?

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

Rah! Rah!
Rah! Rah!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eeeeeeeyow!

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

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

The curtains start to move and out runs the energetic yet egotistical Robin Brooks, many of the fans disgusted by her presence. She looks almost naked without her X-Class Championship, which is absent from her gorgeous waist. She snidely overlooks the heckling fans and then proceeds to the ring at her own pace, some pyros erupting from the stage behind her. When she finally reaches the ring she climbs to the apron, and stares over the ropes at the retiring legend, sickened at the mere sight of him.

Mark: The number one contender for the X-Class title has made her way to the ring after some strange occurrences backstage.

Susie: I want that menu.

Comeau: You’d be the only one. I just hope Robin isn’t too distracted by the wedding shenanigans, as well as that second Disco Ninja who I never saw leave the ringside area, her focus needs to be squarely on this emotionally charged Orlando.

Orlando and Robin stand toe to toe at this point, before Brooks calls for a test of strength.

A stunned Orlando finds himself amused by the audacity of this challenge, especially given his size and weight advantage. Nevertheless he steps forward, raising his palm into the air as well only to have Brooks suddenly go for a kick to his jewels.

Before the boot can connect Orlando catches her around the ankle, causing Brooks to hop up and down on one foot in a frightened fashion.

Comeau: Brooks going for a punt to the lower extremities but it didn’t pay off.

Susie: If it would have we wouldn’t need to worry about Orlando repopulating the planet with all his seed.

Cruze shoves down on the foot as Brooks throws a right hand only to have him side step the inbound fist. He now catches her arm and tries to drag her down to the canvas into perhaps the Fujiwara armbar. Before any hold can be established though, she reaches back with her foot, placing it over the bottom rope.

Official Wright steps in starting a five count, demanding that Orlando break up his submission attempt. He lets go of Robin’s arm as she falls to her knees behind him then goes for a good old fashioned uppercut to the testes. Yet again Orlando catches the fist of Brooks before it could inflict any damage to his baby makers.

He steps around the arm to Robin’s side and drags her down right into the crossface. The Manhattan Center fans voice their delight as her wails of pain fall on deaf ears. It already appears that Robin is on the verge of tapping out, lifting her free hand into the air to signify the submission.

Before she can give up though, she’s able to once again extend her foot and place it over the bottom rope.

Mark: Another close call for Robin, maybe she should work on developing offense not aimed solely at the testicles.

Susie: That doesn’t sound very fun.

A stunned Brooks is released from her torturous bonds as Cruze breaks his hold. Brooks stands up slowly at this point, grabbing the ropes to aid in her ascension. The second she stands a knife edge chop almost caves in her chest, sending her staggering backwards into the corner.

She falls against it for support at this point while Orlando steps in and decks her across the forehead, then does it agin, and again. The blows cause the Black Widow to begin sliding down the corner until she is seated on the second rope. Finally Wright has to step in and physically pull Orlando off of Brooks, dragging him to the center of the ring.

Cruze tosses Wright out of his way and goes right back after Brooks who suddenly steps out of the corner going for another low kick. Her treachery is once again avoided by the quick Orlando, who catches the encroaching foot and then sweeps the other leg out from under the Black Widow.

The fans explode as Orlando tries to step through the legs and apply the sharpshooter. Before any hold can be established Brooks shoves the Icon backwards and scrambles towards the ropes.

She slips under the apron, desperate to create some space between herself and the Icon. Orlando pounces on the Black Widow yet again. Unfortunately Robin’s cheating ways had to pay off eventually, her nails digging into Cruze’s eyes and momentarily blinding him.

His sight is impaired just long enough for Brooks to place her arm around his neck and drop into a stunner. Cruze’s chin hits the top rope hard, causing him to bounce off and stagger backwards to the center of the ring. Brooks now stands up on the apron, takes the top rope and pulls herself over into a forward flipping senton.

She lands straight against Orlando’s shoulder but is shockingly unable to take him down. The mighty Orlando remains upright with Robin stretched across his shoulder in an awesome bomb position. Cruze turns and charges across the ring, about to running powerbomb her into a turnbuckle when Brooks slips free.

Comeau: That could have ended disastrously for Brooks, who snuck out of the powerbomb at the last conceivable second.

Susie: She’s sneakier than the Repo Man.

Brooks rushes up behind Orlando and catches him around the neck, setting for the bulldog. Surprisingly she’s shoved off though and sent barreling into the ropes. Upon bouncing off she comes back in at Orlando who catches her against his shoulder, standing up for the spinebuster.

Somehow Brooks is able to squirm over his shoulder though and slip down his back, rolling him over into a sunset flip.

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Orlando kicks out of the quick, abrupt pinfall attempt. He rolls backwards right onto his knees when Brooks steps in and places him in a front chancery. She now extends her legs and wraps them around his waist, applying a body scissors before falling to her back. Cruze finds himself trapped in a combination front chancery, body scissors submission.

Comeau: Robin with a shocking reversal into that combination.

Moore: Hmmm, the only good combinations are the types involving alien robots.

The air is being cut off to Orlando’s cranium, causing his cheeks to become a bright shade of red. All the while the legs squeeze at his mid-section until the ribs almost shatter. Despite all of this Orlando starts to will himself upward, trying his best to escape the submission.

He’s forced to hoist the full weight of Brooks up with him as he slowly starts to stand, the fans empowering him with their cheers. Robin spouts off obscenities as Cruze shockingly gets to his feet with her body still firmly wrapped around his.

The Icon turns towards one of the corners and rushes at it, attempting to ram Robin spine first against it and as a result break the front chancery/body scissors.

Much to his grief Robin ends up releasing the body scissors in order to seat herself on the top of the turnbuckle, keeping the front chancery applied. The vicious vixen now dives out of the corner going for the tornado DDT only to have Orlando wedge his hands to her ribs and shove her off.

The Black Widow lands gracefully on her feet in the middle of the ring then charges at the Icon who catches her with a tilt-a-whirl. She surprisingly slips out of it and lands on her feet right beside Cruze, wrapping one leg around his and bending him forward so she can drape the other over his neck.

The fans are shocked by Robin applying the Octopus Stretch at this point.

Comeau: Another unique counter into a submission. Brooks showing her technical aptitude against the intense Cruze.

Moore: Good, she can repair the wiring in my lava lamp.

Mark: Technical, not technician…

All of her energy is exerted on the hold, applying as much pressure as she possibly can. Orlando is slowly beginning to buckle, his knees starting to cut out from beneath him. Robin’s weight actually starts to drag down his aching frame as he finds himself falling to his knees.

Brooks shakes her body, twisting and ripping at Orlando’s muscles in the process. It appears that all hope is fading and fading quickly. All of the energy is being extracted from Cruze’s body as he falls closer and closer to the canvas. A sadistic light shines in Robin’s eyes, realizing she’s on the cusp of victory.

That’s until such dreams are dashed by Orlando’s resolve. He begins to work his way right back to his feet, Robin in a state of utter disbelief.

She just can’t accept what is happening as Orlando stands all the way up with her leg still stuck across the back of his neck. As a result she now ends up hanging upside down from Cruze’s back as he takes her around the neck and rushes forward for a kryptonite krunch.

He is just about to connect when Robin somehow finagles her way out of the maneuver and slips down Cruze’s back. She catches him by the back of the trunks and pulls him over into a school boy. Instead of going for the pin Brooks drops to her back and establishes a leg grapevine on the laid out Cruze.

Orlando calls out in agony, his palms slapping across his face as his leg is mangled at the hands of Brooks.

Comeau: Another submission by Robin! She is doing just a splendid job of keeping Orlando down on the mat, which may be her best means of victory.

Robin tears at every muscle in the leg to the point that they almost rip. Somehow Cruze is hanging in there though, refusing to submit quite so quickly to this technical onslaught by the Black Widow.

His resistance inspires her to exert even more pressure on the hold, yet Orlando is already dragging himself backwards in the direction of the ropes. He reaches out for the cables but they are just too far away, his fingers falling far short. Brooks grins with glee, knowing that Orlando cannot tolerate this punishment for much longer.

Orlando starts to twist from side to side in order to escape, pulling Brooks along with him. Since he can’t reach the ropes, Cruze instead rolls over completely to his chest and stomach, dragging Robin over onto her front as well. The Icon starts to stand at this point with Robin’s legs still wrapped around one of his own.

She is forced to break her hands away from his ankle and lay on the side of her face as Orlando stands fully upright. An eruption of cheers emit from the crowd as Orlando leans back, having countered into the sharpshooter. Brooks’ wails tear through the Manhattan Center.

Mark: I don’t believe that counter, Orlando has reversed the leg grapevine into a sharpshooter!

Moore: Reversal after reversal, somebody give me something salty, I’m getting car sick.

Robin forces herself across the ring, desperately scrambling towards the ropes before Orlando can fully establish his hold. The gamble pays off as Brooks grabs the bottom rope, the referee insisting Cruze to break the submission. Orlando doesn’t want to listen but releases the legs regardless.

An exasperated Robin drags herself up the ropes when Orlando steps in, grabbing hold of her leg and beginning to drag her away from the cables. Brooks hops on one foot before she launches it into the air, trying for an enzugari kick.

To her disbelief Orlando ducks the kick, causing Robin to fall to one foot, her back now turned towards her opponent. Suddenly she jumps into the air and reverse mule kicks, her boot connecting against Orlando’s chest. She flips forward upon delivering the move and then lands on her back, the Icon sent reeling into the cables.

He falls against the ropes when the Black Widow comes charging in, lunging into the air for the crossbody. Before she can connect Orlando reaches out, plucking her from the air and stretching her across his chest. He now goes to deliver the fallaway slam and as thus send her flying over the ropes to the outside, but Robin counters at the last second. She transitions out of the fallaway position then catches Orlando around the neck, dropping him into a big DDT.

Mark: Another tremendous counter in this seesaw battle.

Susie: I love seesaws, especially when there’s nobody on the other end.

The top of the Icon’s cranium is driven with unbelievable force to the ring, leaving him sprawled out across his back. Robin now stands up with her back towards her opponent, flipping over into a standing moonsault. She crashes right on top of his ribs, hooking his leg for the pinfall.

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To thunderous applause Orlando launches his shoulder from the ring. A vexed Black Widow thrusting her fingers out into the official’s face.

Excruciatingly she stands up and takes Orlando around the neck, forcing him up to his knees. She now rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing from the cables and then launching herself forward into a devastating front dropkick.

Both boots nail Orlando with such force to the skull that it is almost caved in upon impact. He falls to his back sprawled across the canvas while Robin again crawls into the cover.

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Orlando kicks out to an even louder reception from the crowd than before. Much like her fiancée, Robin immediately protests the count, dumping all over the referee. Nevertheless she takes the bald cranium of her opponent in her head and rolls him to his knees, peppering him with clubbing blows all the while.

She delivers a knee to the side of his ribs and now goes rushing backwards into the ropes, yet again setting up for that vicious front dropkick. She lunges into the air, boots traveling straight towards Orlando’s face only for them to be swatted down out of the air.

Orlando stands up having captured both legs under his armpits, and now on the verge of rolling Brooks into the sharpshooter.

Comeau: The sharpshooter about to be applied yet again, and I guarantee there will be no escape for Robin this time.

Susie: No escape? Not even if she uses a tranquilizer gun?

Mark: Okay, maybe there’s a slight margin for escape.

Brooks kicks her head back and forth, hair flailing in all directions. Orlando is determined to get the submission locked in but Brooks isn’t making it easy.

Before Orlando can step through the legs Robin rolls in reverse, ending up on the canvas right in front of him. She now rushes forward right into the shoulder of Orlando. The Black Widow is hoisted into the air and driven via the spinebuster right into the canvas, eliciting a rip roaring reaction.

Cruze hops back to his feet, feeding off the raw emotion from the crowd. He’s all riled up as Robin rolls instinctively to her knees, slowly starting to will her way up to her feet. She’s just stood up when Orlando bounces from the far cables and dives half way across the ring into a twisting European Uppercut.

The hard impact sends Brooks almost flipping over backwards, crashing hard across the top of her cranium and ending up spread across the front of her body. Cruze rolls to his feet and continues to soak in the reception from the crowd. Their reaction prompts him to slap both palms to his knees and to crouch in anticipation.

The fans can feel the Rock Bottom moments from being employed as Robin begrudgingly rises towards her feet. Her legs can barely withstand her weight as she turns groggily towards Orlando, who steps in to deliver the Rock Bottom.

Somehow Robin ducks his inbound arm though, hooking it and kicking her legs out across his back. She wraps them around his far arm and then pulls Orlando down backwards into the crucifix pin.

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Orlando kicks out, dropping over onto his feet when Brooks dives from her knees head first right into his testicles. The crowd’s tune is drastically altered as Orlando stoops forward, cradling his genitals.

Comeau: Ooooh finally Robin hits that low blow with the use of her head. She should be disqualified for such behavior, I mean she hit her head right into a man’s testicles.

Moore: Really? Usually I get a raise when I do something like that.

Cruze can barely even breathe thanks to the pain, the referee powerless to stop Robin as she pulls the Icon down into a small package. Everyone is screaming, realizing that Brooks may have just picked up the victory through the most dastardly of means.

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NO! Orlando kicks out, causing the Manhattan Center fans to jump for joy. Brooks angrily rolls across the ring into a turnbuckle, glaring at Cruze as he feebly tries to rise. Her lower lip trembles with anger as Orlando ascends closer and closer to an upright base.

Just as he is on the verge of standing, Brooks comes barreling out of the corner lifting a leg to nail the superkick. However, her eyes divert briefly to that same crafty Disco Ninja, who has rolled out from under the ring and hopped to the apron. This Disco Ninja does some spotty dancing to properly distract Brooks, but doesn’t have nearly the same groove as the ORIGINAL masked 70’s music aficionado. Nevertheless the hip shaking is enough to distract a now disgusted Brooks.

Susie: It’s the Disco Ninja again! Or his evil clone!

Mark: And now he’s distracting Brooks.

Robin is so distracted she doesn’t even realize that Orlando has crept up behind her, bent forward with hands pressed to his knees, waiting impatiently. She turns around right as Cruze steps in for the Rock Bottom, catching her across the chest then heaving her into the air.

At the last second Brooks counters though, transitioning her body so that she wraps her legs around Cruze’s waist then pulls him over into a forward roll up. The official is too busy arguing with the gyrating Disco Ninja to notice the pin though. That’s until Hurse comes barreling down the ramp with vengeful, fiery eyes.

The imposter Ninja glances over his shoulder, spotting Hurse and then high tailing it into the crowd. He jumps the barricade with Hurse hot in pursuit, looking to receive some vindication against the man who cost him the previous match.

Comeau: That imposter now being chased off by Hurse. But who’s under that mask?

Susie: Chewbacca is always a likely suspect.

Brooks rises to her feet looking miffed that her attempted pinfall wasn’t counted and grows even angrier that the referee continues to be distracted. He’s leaning through the ropes shouting into the crowd at both Hurse and the imposter Disco Ninja.

Neither the ref or Robin is aware that a THIRD Disco Ninja is now rolling out from under the ring and jumping to the apron. Brooks turns around and spots this intruder, prompting her to rush straight in his direction, eyes smoldering with rage.

Susie: It’s ANOTHER Ninja! Is there a cloning lab under the ring?

Brooks swings at the Ninja only to have him duck the fist and catch her around the back of the head. He drops off of the apron, dragging Brooks down into a jawbreaker against the top cable. She bounces off and staggers back towards the center of the ring, turning around right into a Rock Bottom from a poised Cruze.

Comeau: The Rock Bottom by Orlando may have just sealed Brooks’ fait!

Susie: And it’s all thanks to Disco Ninja number 3.

The Manhattan Center is buzzing with excitement as the official makes the count emphatically.

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The roof almost blows off of the building at this point, absolutely everyone swept up into the insanity of this victory.

Comeau: And Orlando is victorious, he nailed the Rock Bottom and put an end to Brooks.

The crowd is ecstatic over this win, clapping loudly for the exasperated Cruze as he rolls to the outside of the ring. His body may be ravaged with pain but he pushes it all aside so he can celebrate another victory on his road to retirement. He makes his way up the ramp leaving all the chaos behind him, including a recovering Brooks.

She slowly pushes herself up to her elbows, wondering what just transpired before glaring through the ropes at the Ninja still occupying ringside.

Mark: Robin looking furiously at that Ninja at ringside, who has cost her and Hurse matches tonight, one after the other in fact.

Moore: There must be a whole family of Disco Ninjas.

Brooks curses under her breath but finds herself speechless when the Ninja removes his mask, revealing his true identity. As if the fans didn’t already have enough cause for celebration, they now cheer even louder at the sight of Max Craven.

Comeau: IT’S CRAVEN!

Susie: CHILI CHEESE CHIPS!

A grin stretches across Max’s face as the X-Class Champion found yet another way to sneak into the building without the consent of the President. Brooks is so mad she’s about to shoot steam from her ears, enraged as Craven basks in the response from the crowd. He now moves around the ring and begins to back up the ramp, laughing all the while.

Comeau: Craven snuck into the building wearing that Disco Ninja costume to get back at Brooks for her attempt at injuring him last week and succeeded. This issue between Brooks and Craven has just escalated BIG TIME.

Brooks is trembling with anger as Craven cackles with laughter.

Mark: Another grueling athletic match with a twisted ending here on Riot!, which has been rolling from the get go. Everything building to the showdown between Riggs and Jason Wheeler here tonight.

CALM BEFORE THE STORM?

”EARLIER TONIGHT”

Jason Wheeler lugs his bag up the ramp from the parking garbage to the interior of the arena. The process is made all the more irritating thanks to the nagging presence of Porno Lad, who tries desperately to keep up with his tag team partner. His mouth does not stop moving, as he points at the black band around his bicep.

Mark: As you can see Jason Wheeler arriving here tonight for the peace summit. Apparently Porno Lad was waiting for him at the building, giving him some last minute advice about this meeting with Riggs later tonight.

Moore: He’s like that little fat angel sitting on Wheeler’s shoulder. Ring a bell Jason, ring a bell, and Porno Lad will finally get his wings.

Comeau: I wish something horrible would happen to you.

Wheeler’s mind is weighed with doubts about the big meeting, not to mention Porno Lad’s incessant rambling.

The camera now cuts to Riggs seated in the shadows of a boiler-room. Even in the dankest, darkest of pits the Painted Warrior cannot get a moment’s peace. Somehow David Freak and Aurora Rose have tracked him down, and are now preaching to him the values of sacrifice and camaraderie. Riggs stares off into space, not even acknowledging the two figures crouched over him.

Comeau: And Riggs was trying to get some meditation before David Freak and Aurora Rose-Freak caught up with him. They two must be imploring him to go through with the peace summit tonight.

Susie: I can’t wait. There will be free cake at this summit right? Just like at every summit?

Mark: NO! It all goes down tonight, Wheeler and Riggs face to face in the center of that ring. For more on what we can expect from this potentially chaotic affair, we go to Billy Mayne standing by with Jason Wheeler.

A FRAMEWORK FOR PEACE

The crowd explodes at the sight of “The Black Cat” Wheeler seated in the shadowy corner of the dressing room. The SCW World Champion and N.H.B title holder stoops forward in great contemplation while the grumpiest of the grumpy Billy Mayne sits on the bench beside him.

Billy: It’s about time you started announcing my segments Mark. They’re a thing of BEAUTY, just like my face!

Billy turns to face the solemn Wheeler. In stark contrast to his usual flamboyant persona, Jason sits quietly in the corner, fist raised to his chin.

Mayne: But what hasn’t been pretty is the rivalry between Riggs and this man. Funny, yes, but nowhere near gorgeous. A lot of people have been talking about your peace summit tonight, Wheeler, but my question is, why now? Why did you wait so long to call this truce and what inspired you to do it? Was the consumption of alcohol and the sniffing of magic markers involved.

For a moment Wheeler opts to not even dignify these questions with a response.

Jason: We aren’t talking about how you spend your Friday nights. After all, my only company isn’t a bottle of hand lotion.

Billy lowers his head timidly.

Wheeler: So people want motivations aye? They want to know why I would negotiate with a terrorist instead of smite him? I can tell you right now it has nothing to do with the constant lecturing of Porno Lad or Orlando Cruze. Nobody can force me to do anything. I’m a self motivator.

Mayne: So why then?

Jason: Bite your tongue sir, I was getting to that.

Jason stews with emotion, trying to clarify his thoughts.

Wheeler: Last week, ironically on Riot!, I took a step back and looked at myself. I did some self exploration.

Billy: I usually do that naked while playing the bongos.

Jason: I’m sure you do. But when I looked at myself, I didn’t like what I saw.

Slowly his palm slides down his face.

Wheeler: I wasn’t proud of what I was becoming, and I realized that it was only going to get worse. This feud with Riggs, it was transforming me to the point that I couldn’t recognize myself anymore. When I looked into my eyes I didn’t see the same confident, swaggering, title hogging, smug son of a bitch I’ve always adored. What I saw was nothing, no soul at all.

The Black Cat scratches at the back of his head, stalling before he spills all the beans.

Jason: I couldn’t allow myself to spiral further and further into this abyss. A part of myself that has long since been buried began to resurface, and that monster can’t come out again. So before the line is crossed, before anymore innocent victims get caught in the crossfire, I’m going to end this issue with Riggs.

Billy: Do you really think that Riggs will hear you out?

Obviously Wheeler has thought about this, and thought about it A LOT.

Wheeler: It’s a possibility, but there’s no guarantee. The way I see it, two things can come of this peace summit. Either Riggs and I talk it out, settle this peacefully and go back to concentrating on the Conspiracy, or we ABSOLUTELY destroy one another. So do you understand now Billy….?

Mayne shrugs.

Jason: I’m literally not surprised at all, but I’m sure everyone else gets the point. One way or another, rather through negotiations or armed combat, this rivalry ends, and it ends tonight. It’s up to Riggs how it all goes down.

Mayne: What about your brother’s decree that the peace summit will unfold on the Twilight Zone tonight?

A chuckle surprisingly emanates from the otherwise stoic SCW Champion.

Wheeler: I can’t say that I’m surprised Savior wants to stick his nose into my business, but this time it’s really going to backfire on him. My face won’t be the one dripping of eggs, it’ll be his. I actually prefer him to be there first hand, so that he can watch his two most powerful rivals seal his fate by joining forces. It’s kind of ironic that he’s so eager to be a part of this summit, because that meeting may very well conclude with the end of Savior’s career.

Jason allows his final words to be lasting ones as he rises from his bench and ambles across the dressing room to the door.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

You will believe in the power of Voodoo

PAT EVANS VS. AXL EVERMORE:
STRETCHER MATCH

The camera is focused on the stretcher and the yellow line painted across the top of the ramp while Comeau’s voice filters into the background.

Mark: On a night where we’ve already seen A LOT, we’re about to witness a first time ever STRETCHER MATCH here in the IWC.

Susie: Awesome, this gives me a chance to say FIRST TIME EVER again and again and again, until people finally get it.

Comeau: If you start that again I swear I’ll strangle myself to death with an electrical cord.

A booming voice sounds over the PA, with one of those swooshing sound effects that build to a crescendo.

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

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

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

Comeau: This match big in a number of ways for Evermore. Although his partner got some payback on Brooks earlier tonight, the Conspiracy has yet to be scolded for their attempt at injuring Craven on our last edition of Riot! Therefore Axl sets out not only to one up his biggest rival here in the IWC, but also to make the Conspiracy suffer the same way they did to Max.

Susie: He’s going to force them to star in a film with Ron Jeremy?

Mark: That’s not what I…. just look at the shinny stretcher.

Moore: Way ahead of you.

Much like Susie, Evermore’s eyes are centered on the stretcher, but for an entirely different reason. His concentration is diverted to the stage when “Outsider” plays through the PA system and marks the arrival of his bitter nemesis. Without a moment’s delay Evans tears through the curtains to the stage. His face is devoid of all emotion but there remains a malicious vibe in his eyes. The always intense Evans starts to the ring and moves slowly around the stretcher, giving it a long gaze before finally sliding in under the ropes.

Mark: Evans mentally preparing himself for this match, having never competed under these circumstances before.

Susie: First time…

Comeau: Susie, I meant what I said. Seriously, I have the electrical cable in my hand right now. Like I was saying though, this may be the first time Pat has been in this type of match, but he knows what to expect from this hard nosed Evermore.

The tension is palpable between Evans and Evermore, the long time rivals locking eyes from across the ring. All of the hatred and all the animosity has come center stage right here in the center of the squared circle. The bell chimes and both men immediately pounce on one another.

A lethal exchange of right hands are exchanged between the two, trying their best to outright injure one another. To Pat’s surprise, the Submission Champion is getting the better of him, his fists landing quicker and with more force.

Pat is left to flail his arms as he staggers backwards in the direction of the ropes. Somehow he just balances himself out before Evermore steps forward for the superkick. Before the boot can meet its mark Pat dives to the outside of the ring.

Comeau: Axl getting this stretcher match started in a hurry.

Susie: Maybe he has a chest hair removal appointment scheduled for after the show. I know I do.

A concerned Evans rubs at his jaw while making his way around the ring, unaware that Axl is hot on his heels. Evermore steps up behind Evans, takes hold of his hair and drives him down face first into the top edge of the barricade. His skull bounces off of the steel as he leans against it for support, perfectly prone for a series of knife edge chops across the sternum.

Axl is seemingly obsessed with revenge for what happened to his partner Craven last week. This determination can be seen in his fiery eyes as he unleashes another chop, and another, each one reddening the flesh of Evans’ chest.

Finally Pat is able to push Axl away, giving himself only a slight reprieve from this brutality. It allows him to stagger around the ring towards the stretcher set up at the end of the ramp-way. This brief escape is just that, BRIEF, because Evermore is charging up right behind him yet again.

This time Evans’ spider-sense starts tingling, allowing him to spend around in time to catch Axl under the arm, hip tossing him right on top of the stretcher. Axl’s back collides with the stretcher with vicious impact, causing him to cry out in agony.

Mark: Axl had been brutalizing Evans thus far right until that hip toss onto the stretcher. We’re just begging to see how vicious this match is going to be.

Susie: Hey, they’re not allowed to jump on the bed, not if I can’t.

Axl luckily rolls off of the stretcher, ending up on the mats where he tries to regain his senses. He just stands up when Pat rushes forward, steps off of the stretcher and launches himself into a lariat against Evermore’s throat. Both men are down with the Manhattan Center fans exploding into a verbal campaign against the Conspiracy member.

Evans pays no heed to their comments as he rises to his feet and snatches hold of Evermore’s hair, trying to drag him onto the stretcher. To Pat’s chagrin Axl is fighting it, palming the stretcher and using all his strength to push away from it.

He now drives the point of his elbow into Evans’ ribs, doubling him over and causing him to stagger towards the steel steps. Evermore’s rage clouds his better judgment as he spins around, rushing straight at Evans only for to be side stepped and sent reeling into the stairs.

Both knees collide with the stairs that don’t budge an inch, causing the Fully Loaded member to flip over top of them. He tumbles to the ground, gripping at his knees in a physical state of agony.

Comeau: This is the last thing Evermore wanted, injured legs against Evans, who is a master of decimating wounded limbs.

Susie: That’s a weird thing to be a master of. I’m a Master Elf myself, in World of Warcraft.

Mark: You realize you have to know how to work a computer to play World of Warcraft right?

Moore: Ohhh, rats. I just thought the game was a blue screen, not that it wasn’t entertaining.

A frustrated Axl tries to get up but Pat is right there on top of him, delivering a hard running boot that drives the side of Evermore’s cranium into the barricade. The sound of skull meeting steel resonates throughout the Manhattan Center, resulting in a cringe from the stunned fans.

Axl’s brain is almost pulsating past the boundaries of his skull as he falls to his seat and leans back first against the barrier. This puts him in perfect position for Evans, the crafty submission specialist tapping into his brawling skills as he comes barreling towards his prone opponent.

His knee is launched directly at Axl’s forehead only to have the Champion dive out of the way, avoiding sure brain damage. The knee collides with the barrier and just like Evermore a few moments ago Evans goes flipping over into the crowd.

The fans clear from his path, letting Evans tumble at their feet across the concrete.

Mark: Now this matc….no, it can’t even be called that anymore….

Susie: REALLY? Can we call it a Gail Friday then? I’ve always wanted to say that repeatedly.

Comeau: Nooo, this is a brawl, not a match.

The fans are rejoicing as Evans writhes on the concrete, hands gripping at his possibly shattered knee. All the while Axl uses the steel stairs to will himself to his feet, working out the kinks in his knees. Once his pain is manageable, Evermore moves towards the barrier, reaching over for his opponent only to have Evans stand up and surprisingly waffle him with someone’s crutch.

The wood shatters over Axl’s skull, causing him to stagger backwards into the apron. Somehow is aching body remains upright despite the devastating blow to his head. Sadly he should have went down, because now Evans lays into his ribcage with the broken crutch.

He then pulls back and completely destroys the crutch by demolishing it across Axl’s back. Evermore is sent reeling around the steps in the direction of the stretcher.

It’s impossible for him to stop before he falls across it, a huge bruise forming across his back. Evans pitches the broken remnants of the crutch to the mats and then steps around to the end of the stretcher, grabbing the handles. He quickly proceeds to drag the stretcher up the ramp and past the yellow line at the top of it.

He only moves a few inches before Axl rolls off of the other end and back down the ramp. He ends up on the mats, desperately trying to get back to his feet.

An aggravated Evans tightens his grip on the stretcher and tries to ram it into the shins of Evermore. Before it can connect Axl jumps into the air, landing feet first on the stretcher then stepping across it. He launches himself off by jumping into the air, landing on Evans’ shoulders then twisting around into a hurricarana.

Comeau: Axl must have the reflexes of a cat to pull off what we just witnessed.

Susie: There are already too many feral felines running around the IWC. It makes me feel like one of the crazy old ladies with a lifetime supply of cat food.

The shocked Evans rolls to his knees gripping at the back of his neck while his opponent takes this time to recover. They both begin to rise and the match picks up exactly where it started off, the lethal rivals exchanging right hands.

They trade repeated blows but Evans gets the best of Axl on this occasion, a little more pep behind his punch. His last jab, the knock out shot misses it’s mark though, causing him to turn his back towards the anxious Axl. Evermore wedges his shoulder to Pat’s spine, heaving him into the air then delivering a back drop suplex directly onto the stretcher.

The wheels almost break out from under the stretcher as Evans’ body is slammed so violently into it. Evermore now rolls to his feet and limps towards the ring, beginning to scale up to the apron. He balances himself out then launches his body into a moonsault, crashing down right on top of Evans and the stretcher.

Mark: GOOD LORD! Axl throwing himself at Evans in a death defying leap. These two have collided in triple threat matches, tag team action and steel cage encounters, but nothing has matched the brutality of this stretcher match thus far.

Moore: Nothing? Not even Macy Gray’s singing voice?

Axl’s ribs are enflamed much like the rest of his body as Evans writhes on top of the stretcher. He’s now in perfect position for the recovering Evermore, who blocks the pain in his body long enough to take hold of the stretcher. He now begins to pull the stretcher up the ramp and towards the yellow line at the top, desperate to get him past it.

Evans looks as beaten as a stubborn mule, not moving so much as an inch as he’s dragged towards that yellow line.

Comeau: Axl could very well be on the verge of victory and getting but a small measure of vindication.

It takes all of Axl’s strength to continue pulling the stretcher towards the symbolic line, desperate to cross it. However, Pat begins to stir, starting to regain consciousness. They are only at the half way point of the ramp before Evans sits up, forcing Evermore to begin slugging him to the forehead.

He now steps back and attempts a buzzsaw kick aimed at Pat’s face only to have his ankle caught by the former Submission Champion.

Evans scoots off the other end of the stretcher and pulls Axl on top of it, all the while establishing the ankle lock. Bellows of pain emit from Evermore as he lays across his stomach on the stretcher, his ankle being ripped and torn at he hands of his bitter rival.

Mark: Evans has got the ankle lock on top of that stretcher!

Susie: Now their horsing around on that bed too? Someone’s mothers going to be pissed.

Axl grabs at the thin mattress with both hands, gripping it tightly as he tries to block out the anguish flowing from his ankle. Pat is determined to shatter it, twisting Evermore’s foot at an ungodly angle, in directions its not meant to bend.

It’s clearly Pat’s goal to force Evermore to pass out to the hold but he’s hanging in there. He slowly begins to drag himself towards the edge of the stretcher before ducking his head and rolling forward. Evans tries to keep hold of the ankle and as a result is launched forward, landing across the stretcher while his opponent ends up dropping to the ramp in front of him.

Axl spins around and grabs the edge of the stretcher, pulling it towards the line as urgently as possible despite his extremely damaged ankle. Pat doesn’t let him pull of this sneaky win, rising to his knees and digging his nails into Axl’s eyes.

Evermore tries to knock the hands away only for Evans to now place him in a front chancery, dragging him up on top of the stretcher. Both men stand on the surprisingly stable surface before Pat drops back, hitting a vertical suplex off of the stretcher and onto the steel ramp.

Axl slams with unbelievable force back first against the steel, causing him to sit up writhing in anguish.

Mark: A suplex off the stretcher right onto the ramp! The injuries this match must be inflicting on these participants are unimaginable.

The aching bodies of these two crash test dummies trying out the very first IWC stretcher match, remain sprawled across the ramp, desperately trying to recuperate. Evans finally begins to stir, his sweat soaked body rolling to his knees and taking hold of his rival’s hair.

He begins to deliver repeated knee strikes to Axl’s forehead, inflicting untold amounts of damage. Once his knee has made a lasting impression on Axl’s face, Evans scoops him into the air, approaching the edge of the stretcher. He is about to slam his opponent onto the object only for a sadistic twinkle to brighten his eyes.

He now changes course, rushing up the ramp and driving Axl forehead first into the steel staging area around the curtained entry way. His skull cracks against the metal, before his body tumbles across the steel stage.

The sickening thud leaves Evermore almost unconscious but Evans isn’t through. He takes Axl by the hair at this point, forcing him to up to his feet then pointing to the end of the stage, determined to pitch his opponent off through the tables below.

Susie: Does Pat think he’s the Babe?

Comeau: The baseball player?

Moore: What? No, the talking pig.

Mark: Pat about to launch Axl from the stage and through those tables. This isn’t about victory, this is about putting down an insurrection for the Conspiracy.

The Sex & Violence member is now rushed towards the edge of the stage, Evans about to launch him off only for Axl to put on the breaks. He slips behind Pat and shoves him forward, almost causing Pat’s momentum to carry him off of the ramp and to the concrete below.

Somehow Evans catches himself however, keeping from taking the plunge. He flails his arms wildly, trying to maintain his balance before turning back towards his opponent. That’s when Evermore moves in for the knock out shot, delivering a superkick right to Pat’s jaw.

The boot does not meet its mark however, Pat catching the inbound foot and then pushing down on it. As a result Axl is sent into a spiral, ending up facing Evans who takes him around the neck and head. The crowd squeals as Pat sets up for the exploder suplex off the stage and through those patient tables.

He is just about to connect with the career shortening suplex only to have Evermore lob his elbow into the back of Evans’ skull repeatedly. The blows cause Evans to break up his attempt at the suplex while Evermore slips around beside him, taking hold of the back of his head.

Axl rushes forward across the stage before diving forward into a face buster. Pat’s skull is driven violently into the steel. The fans are bombarding Axl with a tremendous ovation, very pleased by the face shattering impact of that last move.

He quickly gets to his feet and grabs a bludgeoned Evans by the hair, trying to force him across his knees towards the stretcher. They close in on it, Evans about to be rolled onto the surface of the object only for him to suddenly spring to life.

He wedges his hands to Axl’s back, shoving him forward at the stretcher. Once again Evermore shows just how agile he is by lunging into the air and landing feet first on the stretcher. His back is aimed towards his opponent, ready to complete another diving move only to have Evans catch him from behind and deliver a shocking Olympic Slam.

Evermore is spun around and slammed with horrendous force against the steel ramp, his body convulsing from the impact. The crowd wails in despair for Axl’s broken body as Evans snatches hold of his hair. Despite his own crippling pain he drags Evermore towards the stretcher, rolling him onto its surface.

The fans can feel Evermore’s chances of victory floating out the window as his damaged body remains sprawled lifelessly across the stretcher.

It takes all of his remaining strength but Evans begins to drag the stretcher up the ramp and towards the yellow line. He’s getting closer, now just mere inches from securing his victory.

Mark: The Conspiracy about to rack up another win over Fully Loaded after that depraved spinning back suplex on the ramp. What more can these two put each other through?

Susie: Eating disorders? They can get painful, for your nails at least.

Evans continues to lug the empty shell of his opponent towards that bright yellow line, a smug grin on his face. Victory is all but assured for the Conspiracy until Axl spills off the side of the stretcher. He collapses to the ramp then proceeds to try his hardest to stand, but his legs just don’t have the strength to keep him up.

Pat has dragged the stretcher to just centimeters away from the line before he realizes Evermore has escaped.

The eyes of the Conspiracy member become overwhelmed with rage, pouncing on the stooped over Axl and taking him around the neck.

Axl cannot keep his head from being dragged under Pat’s bottom, Evans hoisting him into the air for the From the Inside Out (Crucifix Bomb).

Mark: If Axl’s chances at victory weren’t trounced before, they certainly will be now.

Axl remains in the crucifix position as Pat turns towards the stretcher, about to pitch him right on top of it with his finishing move. That same crude smile returns as Evans rushes forward, about to deliver the maneuver only to have Axl finagle his way free. He lands on his feet right behind Pat, who spins around and takes a superkick to the jaw for his troubles.

The kick lands with enough force to send Evans staggering backwards and spilling onto the stretcher. He is laid out across it as Axl bends forward, wedges his hands to the edge of the medical transport device and shoves it past the yellow line.

Mark: Axl has done it, he just pushed Evans past that line straight into victory.

Moore: He crossed the line. Eww, that sounds like a good slogan, can I keep emphasizing it every other second?

Comeau: GOD NO!

Evermore staggers up the stage and falls against the set, leaning on it for support. Sweat trickles down his battered body yet he still has the strength to launch an arm high into the air, symbolizing the magnitude of his victory.

NO DETOURS

Nathan: Awww, poor little Patty.

The smile on Creed’s face couldn’t be erased with a bulldozer. He and Krissie share an equal amount of glee at the sight of Pat’s misfortunes. They continue to be confined to their dressing room so they make lemonade out of lemons, entertaining themselves with the images on the small monitor.

Krissie: It’s sad to see something so bad happen to someone so nice.

Creed: I know right? Remind me to send Axl an autographed picture of myself.

McMorris: That’s the gift that keeps on giving. Isn’t it funny though? The second I leave the Conspiracy they start falling apart at the seams.

A snicker is shared amongst the duo.

Nathan: I suppose they can’t take having their own games turned against them.

Their smiles widen before a loud thud is heard at the door. The hard knocking causes Creed to turn away from his enchanting girlfriend.

Creed: I wonder who that is.

Krissie: Maybe it’s Douglas begging you to come back.

Creed is amused by the prospect as he approaches the door and swings it open. He finds himself surprised if not startled at the sight of his half brother. The unsettling Psycho doesn’t even bother to look up at his brother as he swipes the blood from his knuckles with a small towel. The blood belongs to the pile of broken bodies gathered behind the Sadistic Savage.

Nathan: Well now, to what do I owe the hono…..?

Psycho: Did you see what happened last week?

A confused Creed can’t even get a word in edgewise.

Creed: Are you referring to me single handedly decimating the Cons….?

Psycho: Did you see what Kingdom did?

Obviously Creed has no idea how to respond.

Psycho: Did you watch him drive that fork into my face, or slam that chair over my injured neck? He tried to end my career; he tried to take away EVERYTHING.

Psycho’s eyes rise to take in Creed’s silent features.

Psycho: All because Riggs and I were the only ones with the balls to take a stand against him and tell him exactly how it is.

Nathan: Uhh, I seem to remember bashing in his skull with a chair.

Psycho: Pfft. But what have you done sense then to curb the Kingdom problem? NOTHING! You left the burden square on my shoulders so you could shamefully pursue the World title. I’m not complaining though, in fact, I’m grateful you’ve been so negligent to tie up loose ends.

Creed: So sorry I’m not letting myself be distracted from taking the gold off of Savior and crippling the Cons….

Psycho: You have nothing to apologize for, yet. But if you choose tonight to rectify your egregious errors, to finish what you’ve left undone, then you WILL truly be sorry. Consider this your COURTESY CALL.

The snarling beast backs away from the door, a prolonged, uneasy stare exchanged between the brothers.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Requesting the Honor of Your Presence

GUILT BY ASSOCIATION

A very uneasy Sallie sits in a chair in an otherwise pitch black room. She leans forward uncomfortably, tapping her fingers across her exposed knees. It’s clear that she’s anxious, stewing in anticipation of some unknown horror. That’s when a bright light almost blinds her, emanating from a lamp on a swivel post. The lamp is twisted to direct all the light into Sallie’s eyes.

Douglas: I just don’t get it Sallie.

From behind the light strides the interrogator Dan Douglas. He stops directly beside Sallie, reaches into the shadows and pulls up a chair that he plants himself in. Sallie has difficulty even staring into the outraged features of her employer.

Dan: I give you and Krissie everything you could ask for. I got you out of that mental hospital, I set you up in an ocean front bungalow, I give you this cushy job, and this is how you two repay me, by betraying my confidence?

She opens her mouth to respond only to have Dan cock back his fist as if he’s about to shatter her teeth.

Douglas: NO. You lost the privilege to speak to me. You hurt me Sallie, you girls cut me REAL deep. I had a special place for the two of you in my heart, a heart that you’ve BROKEN. Pat and Christian have told me about your secret rendezvous’ with Orlando behind my back, how you’ve been playing me like a fool. Now this new information has led me to believe that you had something to do with Krissie’s unspeakable betrayal last week.

Again Sallie tries to protest.

Dan: SAVE IT! I know how close you two are, and even if you weren’t in on the plan I guarantee she told you about it.

Douglas is becoming emotional.

Douglas: What happened to you girls? You were so…..beautiful, you were so trustworthy. Now I don’t know what to think of you. Have you forgotten so easily what Orlando put you through, how he abandoned you, how I SAVED YOU?

The President leans forward into his palm, almost on the brink of tears.

Douglas: Do you SEE what he did to me?

The bruises and gashes on his face are pointed out, wounds incurred from the war with Orlando last week.

Dan: I thought you were special Sallie, but now I see you’re just like everyone else on this roster, UNGRATEFUL and UNDESERVING! It’s high time that I dealt with you ladies.

This doesn’t sound good for Sallie, who’s eyes widen with fear.

Douglas: Now I promised Christian and Evans that I’d let them handle the McMorris issue, but I’m taking a personal stake in YOUR punishment.

He has the audacity to nudge her shoulder forcefully with his outstretched finger.

Dan: I considered firing you…

Sallie is stunned by this revelation, again trying to insert a protest only to have Dan growl through grated teeth.

Douglas: SHUT UP!!

She leans back in her chair out of fear.

Dan: I thought about casting you out of your penthouse and putting you on the streets. I contemplated having my friend at social services take a long look at how you treat Becca. Maybe even have her removed from your custody and placed in mine. Lord knows I need a new protégé, someone I can mold from a ripe young age.

The thought causes Sallie’s lower lip to quiver.

Douglas: But your punishment depends on the level of your repentance. Believe it or not, I haven’t lost all faith in you yet Sallie, I’m a kind, gentle human being who believes in forgiveness. That’s why I’m gonna give you a chance to make it up to me.

A stripped shirt is raised into the air and thrown onto Sallie’s lap. She stares at the shirt and then up into Douglas’ face, before immediately shaking her head “no.”

Dan: You KNOW what to do.

At that Douglas stands and makes his way into the shadows, leaving Sallie under the extreme heat of the lamp, examining the referee shirt that has been thrust on her.

JASON WHEELER VS. SHIN IWATE

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: Although Wheeler has a lot on his mind tonight, he definitely isn’t showing it. He looks more focused than ever as he prepares to collide with newcomer Shin Iwate.

Susie: I’m surprised Jason can concentrate on anything….

Mark: I know, given the fact that he’s set to meet with Riggs later tonight.

Moore: What? No. I mean, it’s stunning that he can keep his mind on the match when I’m showing this much cleavage at ringside.

Jason calmly waits for the introduction of Iwate although he wants to get this match over quickly.

A night sky full of cries
Hearts filled with lies
The contract - is it worth the price?
A soul pledged to the darkness
Now I've lost it
I know I can kill
Does truth exist beyond the gate?

The intro to the song Howling by Abingdon Boys School being to play at a deafening loud volume surrounding the crowd with it’s haunting intro in English, When the bass line kicks in Shin Iwate walks out walking towards the ring. Shin ignore the crowd as they all boo him as he focuses on his walk. He slides in to the ring taken off his shirt and moves in the corner of the ring sitting rocking and waiting for his opponent.

Susie: Ew, it’s that spooky Chinese guy.

Comeau: Indeed. Shin Iwate is a very chilling individual who didn’t make very many fans in the lockeroom with his cold demeanor last week. In fact, somebody even went far enough to trash his lockeroom.

Moore: Blast that unfriendly Cartel title!

Mark: Yeeeeaahhh. Shin impressive last week, but can he keep the good times rolling against Wheeler?

The bell chimes loudly in the background as Iwate and Wheeler begin to circle one another. The Man with Death on His Mind sternly eyes the Black Cat, both phenomenal athletes waiting for the other to make a move. The bell now chimes and both men lunge forward into a collar elbow tie, immediately jockeying for positioning.

That’s when Shin swings around under Jason’s arm, tucking it behind his back with your basic hammerlock. Jason slaps his shoulder to make sure the blood is still flowing then ducks down for a counter of his own. He steps back, slipping under Shin’s arm then wrenching it into an arm ringer.

Comeau: Some technical counters between these two here in the early stages of what has the potential to be a sensational match.

Susie: As sensational as the end to Dirty Dancing?

Mark: Better.

Moore: YAY!

Shin surprisingly bridges over backwards into a crab, then lifts his foot into the air, wedging it between Wheeler’s hands. He kicks away one of Wheeler’s hands from his wrist, causing Jason to spin all the way round. His back ends up facing Shin, who quickly takes him over into the school boy.

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Wheeler kicks out, rolling over backwards and grabbing the arm of Shin, spinning under it into another arm ringer. Iwate slaps the canvas in frustration as he finds himself trapped in the hold and rested on his knees yet again.

To Jason’s surprise, Iwate tucks into a forward roll across the canvas. He ends up on his seat still trapped in the hold, prompting him to roll backwards to his feet then performs a one handed cartwheel.

He ends up on his feet then reverses the wrist lock onto Wheeler, dragging him forward into a fireman’s carry takeover. Jason shockingly flips over from the fireman’s takedown and lands right on his feet, back unfortunately aimed at Iwate.

Shin once again takes hold of the Black Cat’s tights and rolls him over into another school boy.

This time he allows Wheeler to roll out of the pin, landing in a crawling position. But Iwate quickly grabs the arm of his opponent, tucks it around behind his back into a hammerlock then steps through it. He bends over the back of Jason, grabbing the other bicep of the Champion then pulling him down onto the back of his shoulders with a modified pinning combination.

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Wheeler kicks out, falling over the body of Iwate onto his seat. Shin quickly transitions, sitting up behind Jason, grabbing his arm and locking it behind his back into the hammerlock.

Mark: Another unique transition into the hammerlock. This match has been very back and forth thus far.

Susie: It’s just like Roller Derby, without the skates, or the fancy helmets, or the boobs. What was my point again?

Comeau: I stopped trying to keep track of it.

The aggressive Wheeler forces his way back to his feet, Shin still ripping and twisting at his arm with the hammerlock. He now begins to back-peddle, shoving Iwate towards one of the turnbuckles as a result as he tries to keep hold of the hammerlock.

Just before his back could hit the corner Iwate jumps into the air, breaking the hold and grabbing the top rope with both hands. His legs end up landing on top of Jason’s shoulders as Iwate falls forward out of the corner, connecting with a unique variation of the head scissors.

Wheeler is flipped forward, splattering across his back on the canvas. He grinds his teeth from the trauma inflicted on his kidneys then quickly proceeds back to his feet. He has only stood for a moment before Iwate bounces from the cables, charges up to his side, jumps into the air and connects with a twisting head scissors.

Yet again Wheeler is sent flipping over to his seat, landing on his bum with his fluttering eyes. He is stunned by the speed of his opponent, not use to facing someone as quick and light on his feet as he is.

Iwate bounces from the cables behind Jason then comes charging up behind him. This elicits a speedy response from Wheeler who drops back, feet raised into the air for the monkey flip. Somehow Iwate has the wherewithal, even given the speed he’s traveling at, to cartwheel over top of the Champion straight through his raised legs.

He ends up landing on his feet then dives shoulders first into the back of Wheeler’s raised knees. Jason finds his shoulders pressed to the canvas with Iwate leaning down into the back of his legs.

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Jason reaches out, wedges his hands to the back of Iwate’s head and pushes down on it, flipping him over forward. He lands on his back, his legs falling on top of Wheeler’s shoulders, leaving him in a modified sunset flip pinning predicament.

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Iwate kicks out, rolling over backwards to his feet.

Moore: This is giving me motion sickness.

Mark: Just as I had predicted these two similar athletes are putting on a classic display of fast paced, technical wrestling.

Susie: Make ‘em stoooop, my head feels like its about to explode, and I didn’t even eat a gallon of ice-cream this time.

The nimble Iwate ends up on his feet with Jason sitting up in front of him, leaving the Black Cat prone. Shin charges in for a knee strike to the face of his seated opponent only to have Wheeler wedge his feet to Iwate’s ribs, sending him flying through the air with a monkey flip.

Shin crashes down from a tremendous height, slamming into the canvas forcefully. He reaches for his kidneys and rolls to his side, trying desperately to stand as fast as his wobbling legs will allow. It’s just not fast enough though, as Wheeler steps in, takes him around the neck, jumps into the air and then brings him down face first into Jason’s raised knee.

The collision causes Iwate to fly backwards, hitting the ropes spine first then ricocheting towards the N.H.B Champion who catches him via a sky high slam. Iwate is driven violently back first against the ring, Jason leaning forward with his palms pressed to his opponent’s chest.

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Shin kicks out again, somehow hanging in there despite that last brutal slam.

An intense Wheeler rushes to his feet and then delivers a forward flipping elbow drop that connects straight to Iwate’s sternum. The number one contender for the Cartel title curls into a ball, cradling his bruised chest.

Susie: What was that move?

Mark: A modified elbow drop Susie.

Moore: Oh, well tell them to do a flip before every move, that makes it look more FLASHY.

An agonizing Shin tries to get up only to have Wheeler slip in behind him, wedging a knee to his kidneys. He takes hold of Iwate’s wrist and his shin, dragging back on them as he applies a modified bow and arrow stretch. The Asian athlete remains sprawled across his side, the knee of his opposition driven deeply into his back.

The concept of tapping out strikes Shin’s fancy but he pushes aside this notion. He becomes consumed with the pain, using it to fire him up. His fist slams against the canvas as he tries to imbue himself with the strength to stand. Jason digs his knee even further into Shin’s spine, both men’s faces twisted by their pain and their will for victory.

Mark: Are we about to see Iwate tap out? How much longer can he tolerate this type of punishment?

Jason rears back even further on the arm and leg of his opponent until Iwate is almost bent up like a pretzel. Victory is all but ensured until Shin transitions his body, dropping to his back and launching his leg into the air. He connects with a kick to the side of Wheeler’s face, severally disorientating the N.H.B Champion.

A discombobulated Jason stands up albeit stooped over his opponent. That’s when Shin wedges his feet to Jason’s chest, kicking him off and sending him crashing to his back. Jason rolls across the canvas and ends up on his feet, scrambling towards the rising Shin.

Iwate now jumps into the air, hooks one of Jason’s arms, swings around behind his opponent, catches him around the neck and drags him down to the canvas with a neck tie.

Susie: Hmmm, no flips, that move was nowhere near effective enough.

Mark: Shin getting himself back into this battle with some exceptional offense.

There is a mixed applause from the fans as Wheeler struggles to his feet, turning towards a now kneeling Shin. He grips at the back of his head as he goes for a boot to Iwate’s chest. To the Black Cat’s shock his foot is captured by Iwate, prompting him to jump into the air connecting with an enzugari.

Comeau: Well so much for that comeback.

Susie: Awww, I love comeback stories.

Shin’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he falls forward to the canvas, now completely sprawled across the ring. Jason gets back to his feet, struggling slightly before lunging into the air. He comes down from a great height with a leg drop directly across the back of Iwate’s head.

The brutal landing sends Iwate into convulsions, causing him to roll across the ring kicking his legs. Shin ends up on his knees, gripping at his skull and trying his best to rise. That’s when Wheeler comes charging in, going for the swinging neckbreaker.

Somehow Shin spins out of the neckbreaker position, and turns towards the Black Cat’s back, wrapping his arms around his waist. Before Wheeler can react he’s hoisted into the air and driven into the canvas with the back drop driver. Jason rolls across the canvas to his back, leaving him in perfect position for the debilitated Iwate.

Shin can barely even hold himself up in the crawling position as he drags himself towards Wheeler and finally falls into the lateral press.

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Jason launches his shoulder from the ring before the three count, causing Shin to stew in anger. He rolls to his knees and locks his cold eyes on the Black Cat’s back, slipping his hands into his hair. The pain in his body is excruciating as he drags Wheeler to his feet and clamps on a front chancery.

It’s clear that Iwate is setting up for that same suplex that he utilized to finish off Kaelen Storm last week. He is on the verge of nailing the move before Wheeler shoves him off, sending him reeling backwards into the ropes. Shin bounces off and comes back in at Jason, running right into a spear from Wheeler that nearly turns him inside out.

Comeau: Big SPEAR from Wheeler.

Susie: But he’s not even wearing a loin-clothe, nor is he hunting a sabertooth tiger.

The fans are screaming as Wheeler sluggishly climbs over Iwate’s chest, planting his forearm into the side of his face.

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Shin kicks out with mere seconds to spare, causing Wheeler to roll to his seat, eyes clouded with doubt.

Mark: What does it take to put down this Shin Iwate? Does the man even feel pain?

Moore: It be awesome if he didn’t, it would make him like a superhero or a campy Bond villain.

The exasperated Wheeler begrudgingly rises to his feet and approaches the ropes, slipping through them to the apron. He now turns towards the recovering Iwate, taking the top cable and preparing for a springboard maneuver. He now springs to the top rope and takes flight, soaring half way across the ring only for Iwate to roll out of the way. The ever so quick Wheeler lands appropriately on his feet with all the grace of a cat.

Iwate rushes up behind him only to have Jason perform a standing back flip connecting with the Pele kick. His boot drills the very top of Shin’s head, knocking both men to the canvas amongst a loud reception from the crowd.

Comeau: Is there nothing this Jason Wheeler cannot do?

Susie: Screw in a light-bulb? Oh wait, that’s me.

Shin holds his cranium as he rolls into the ropes, falling against them for support and then starting to will his way back to his feet. His legs are very wobbly as Wheeler crouches behind him, setting up to possibly lock on his version of the Rings of Saturn.

He swoops in behind Iwate and begins to apply the hold, hooking both of his opponent’s arms. Shin is fighting it to the best of his abilities, trying not to be placed in this sure to be match finishing hold.

Mark: The Ring Lock moments from being applied, Iwate will be done for sure if this hold is established.

Susie: It’ll be as over as Ashley Simpson’s singing career.

Jason has almost got his hands interlocked before Shin bolts forward at a turnbuckle, stepping up it. Wheeler is still trying to apply the hold fully as he remains behind his opponent, Shin pushing himself off of the corner. As a result Wheeler trips up and falls onto his back, Iwate landing spine first on top of his sternum, unaware his shoulders are being pinned.

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A loud reaction cuts through the Manhattan Center, the fans in shock that Iwate has just pulled off a shocking pin over Wheeler.

Mark: AAAH! Shin just caught Wheeler out of nowhere! Jason refused to break that Ring Lock and it ended up being detrimental to him.

Susie: Uh oh, I think the Black Cat is going to claw the drapes.

Comeau: This definitely cannot sit well with Jason.

Moore: What? I was talking about my cat at home, I haven’t fed it in weeks.

Iwate rolls over backwards to his knees, the Ring Lock being broken as Wheeler hears the bell sound. He sits up, face flushed with anger upon realizing that Iwate got the shocking pinfall. He grits his teeth at this point then stands and turns towards the still kneeling Iwate.

An exasperated Shin cannot mount a defense as his bangs are grabbed and Wheeler cocks back his fist. Every muscle in Jason’s body is shaking, his reddened skin pulsating. A cold sweat rolls down his brow, finding himself mere seconds from unloading his fury all over the kneeling Iwate.

Comeau: Jason breaking down, the pressure of this night getting to the SCW World Champion.

The fist shakes mere inches from Iwate’s face before slowly lowering to Jason’s side. He now lets go of Iwate’s hair and surprisingly pats him on the shoulder. The fans are unsure how to respond to this as Jason backs away from the equally as confused Iwate.

Jason slips through the ropes to the apron and takes one last long look at Iwate, mouthing something to himself.

Jason: It wouldn’t be good for business.

The stable Black Cat drops to the mats with a grin on his face as if he just reached an epiphany.

Comeau: Jason surprisingly letting bygones be bygones here tonight.

Susie: Yes, you can’t change a bygone, it’s weird sexual preferences are set in stone.

Mark: Huh?

Wheeler marches peacefully up the ramp leaving a disappointed Iwate in his wake.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

The Power of Voodoo Personified

GETTING THE FACTS STRAIGHT

The show returns live to find Shin Iwate located smack dab in the center of the ring. He still wears the wounds of that previous match but now finds himself adorned with a microphone as well. Strangely a small chair is set up in front of him, with a little red pillow in the center.

Comeau: Welcome back to Riot! where Shin Iwate has commandeered control of the show.

Moore: Why is it that everyone gets to overthrow the production staff but me? I want to do a live concert of show tunes dammit.

The microphone is raised towards the vacant face of Iwate as he gestures repeatedly to the entry way.

Shin: Last week a plot was set in motion.

The fans immediately recall what he’s referencing.

Iwate: A plot to ruin my debut and distract me from my quest for Death. But I will not let myself be DISTRACTED, I will get to the bottom of last week’s incident and do it now. Cartel Title, I want YOU to come out here and face me in the ring like a ma….

Shin is perplexed, displaying some rare emotion.

Shin: Well uhhh, I want you to face me like a shinny piece of gold and leather. This ends now.

The calm collected man of few words paces, eyes permanently fixed on the swaying curtains of the entry way.

IT’S MY TIME

The classic Bon Jovi hit explodes through the PA system as the Cartel Champion itself, the Cartel Title belt, makes its way to the stage. Oddly it’s being carried by a scrawny gentlemen dressed from head to toe in black, trying to be as invisible as possible. This gentlemen carries the Cartel Title to the ring, and sets the Champ gently upon the pillowed chair.

Susie: There it is, there’s that backstabbing ruffian!

Mark: The Champion still hasn’t returned your e-mails has it?

Moore: No. It’s not fair either, it’s not often I send those type of pictures to men either. I’ve never felt so snubbed in my life.

Shin paces in front of the belt that is being accused of wrecking his dressing room. The calculating tone of his voice harkens his hidden rage.

Shin: I want to know what compelled you to destroy my lockeroom last week.

The microphone is thrust towards the gold plate of the Champion, only for it to sit non-responsive.

Susie: See that. The belts even too smug to answer Shin’s questions. How up its own ass is it? Wait, does it even have an ass?

The belt remains just as devoid of emotion as the man pursuing vengeance against it.

Iwate: Why, WHY have you deliberating tried to upset me? What are your motives, what do you hope to gain?

Again there is no reply from the title.

Shin: Hmmm, seems you had no reason to “rib me.” Maybe someone had a little more to gain by incriminating you. Maybe you were set up. At least that’s what someone told me earlier tonight.

Iwate seems to be onto something, but his thoughts are quickly interrupted by the shrill screams of a familiar voice.

Hellkat: NYAAAAH!

A loud reception is heard from the former World Champion as Hellkat proceeds to the stage, all enraged by this interrogation.

Hellkat: Don’t you believe a thing that miscreant tells you.

She strides unimpeded down the ramp before sliding into the ring.

Hellkat: This BELT has done nothing but mislead and deceive everyone around it. The little shinny bastard had the AUDACITY to double cross not only my husband, but the universally adored Ladder as well. It needs no motivations for what it does; it just likes to torment people. And honestly, what kind of person enjoys torturing others?

Hellkat’s eyes flutter upon tilting her head and shrugging her shoulders, the crowd clearly getting the joke.

Hellkat: So I’m warning you now Shin, do not let this pathological liar lead you down the road of temptation. Grow a sack, exact your revenge, and then leave so I can pin it once and for all. We need to spare the world the unspeakable horrors this belt can unleash. So go ahead, do your worse, no not your Bette Midler impersonation, and teach the Cartel Champion a lesson.

The crowd is split, unsure of how to respond to these demands. Iwate seems to be struck with the same confusion, milling over his options. The unorthodox situation is straight up his alley, but that doesn’t make his decision any easier. Finally Iwate takes a deep breath and sets his attentive eyes back on the title.

Iwate: She’s right, I do have to save people from the same treachery and betrayal I’ve faced my whole life. But since I can’t make up my mind over who to believe, I guess I’ll just have my cake and eat it too.

Without a moment’s delay Shin snatches up the belt, turns and clocks Hellkat right between the eyes.

Mark: WHOA!

Susie: Damn that belt, now it jumped Hellkat. Shin just wasn’t fast enough to stop it.

Comeau: Hellkat has been LAID OUT by the Champion yet again.

Iwate holds the Cartel title in his hand, allowing it to dangle right over Hellkat’s unconscious features. All throughout this humiliating moment Shin rubs it in verbally through his mic.

Shin: You might be interested to know that I am now cashing in my Cartel title shot.

Susie: ZOINKS!

Mark: Did we just hear that clearly or has Susie’s retardation rubbed off on me?

Iwate throws down the title and then turns towards the curtains, waving urgently for a referee. The fans continue to express their confusion as official Fitzpatrick descends upon the ring.

Mark: I guess it’s official, Shin is about to challenge for the Cartel title.

Moore: This could be the match of the century.

CARTEL TITLE © VS. SHIN IWATE

No sooner does the referee slide into the ring that Shin throws down the belt, snatches up the chair it was seated on and begins to pummel the strap with the steel. The chair collides with the belt over and over again, Shin getting all of his pint up frustrations out.

Susie: Beat it, beat it like Michael Jackson striking a piñata!

Mark: That made about as much sense as this whole situation.

The chair is thrown out of the ring and Iwate urgently falls onto it with the pin. He hooks the strap as the referee emphatically makes the count.

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The Manhattan Center explodes over yet another unexpected title switch. Shin gets to his knees, snatches up the belt he’s just defeated and throws it over his shoulder, slightly celebrating this big victory.

Comeau: I am beyond stunned at this point. In only his third match in the IWC, Shin Iwate has just become the Cartel Champion.

Susie: Yes, the Cartel title has FINALLY been beaten for the…ummm… Cartel title. Someone bust out the kazoos!

Mark: What a stunning moment here tonight. Newcomer Iwate doing what no one else has been capable of over the past couple of months, he’s defeated the Cartel title for itself.

Shin stands up hoisting the Cartel title high into the air, basking in a luke warm reception from the crowd, who has no idea what to make of this situation. The celebration is cut short though as Iwate drops the belt and charges straight at a recovered Hellkat. She meets him half way, the two immediately coming to blows with one another.

Mark: Hellkat and Shin Iwate going at it. She has to be FURIOUS that the belt she’s been seeking for over three months is now over Shin’s shoulder.

Moore: He should just give her what she’s owed, she is a giant murderous kitty after all.

Both athletes continue to exchange blows, the Cartel title belt slipping clear from the brawl. It lands on the canvas behind the tired Shin and the disorientated Hellkat. They turn in circles exchanging shots, Fitzpatrick desperately trying to separate them.

This chaos creates opportunity for one individual currently scaling over the barricade. The fans express their utter disbelief at the sight of SCW’s Justin Davis sliding into the ring and grabbing hold of the Cartel title belt.

Mark: That’s JUSTIN DAVIS! What in the Sam hell is he doing here and more importantly, why is he grabbing the Cartel title?

Susie: He is grabbing it isn’t he? Wouldn’t that be considered sexual harassment?

Comeau: What is he doing here!?!

Neither Hellkat nor Shin notice as Justin smiles a truly toothy smile then high tails it from the ring. The fans are unloading on Davis with truly derogatory words he pays absolutely no heed to. He carelessly jumps the barricade and runs through the crowd, Cartel title draped over his shoulder.

Comeau: The madness concerning the Cartel title continues.

Susie: Now it’s been KIDNAPPED!

Mark: And by SCW’s Justin Davis of all people.

The fans try to alert Iwate and Hellkat of what just happened, but neither brawler can give them the time of day as they continue to exchange shots.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Behold the GREATEST gimmick ever

PSYCHO & NATHAN CREED VS. JOHNNY KINGDOM

The show returns live to the interior of the Manhattan Center as the crowd anticipates the next bout.

Mark: Wow, just wow, is all I can say about this night. Not only did we just witness a stunning title change, but then the Cartel title was kidnapped by SCW’s Justin Davis. But the time has come for maybe the biggest handicap match in IWC.

Moore: I can’t believe the audacity of this company. How can they put debilitated people in the ring against each other for our amusement. Isn’t that the point of the Special Olympics?

Comeau: That’s not what they mean by handi…..

“You Know My Name” explodes over the PA system, resulting in another loud outburst from the shocked fans. Obviously nobody was aware of Cruze’s impending arrival. Through the curtains emerges the Icon himself, Orlando adorned his fashionable street attire. His open designer silk shirt flaps in the wind as he progresses down the ramp in his expensive black slacks.

Mark: What is this? Orlando on his way to the ring.

Susie: He was suppose to be in this match right?

Comeanu: No, but someone he’s very familiar with in Johnny Kingdom is.

Moore: Damn their bald heads, I keep getting them confused.

Mark: I’m confused myself right now, because here comes Orlando in OUR direction.

Before so much as another syllable can be spoken, Orlando snatches up the spare headset, slides it over his head and slips into the vacant chair at the end of the announce table.

Orlando: Do nut adjust the dial, do not fidget with the bunny ears, Orlando is here live and in color. How’s it going Mark?

Mark: A bit stunned actually.

Cruze: Not expecting company?

Susie: I was, the pizza delivery guy still hasn’t gotten here yet.

Orlando: Good to see you too Susie. But I guess people want to know why I’m out here right?

Comeau: Might be helpful.

Cruze: Let’s just say I have a vested interest in this handicap match.

"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. 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 rolls into the squared circle still basking in the mixed applause from the sold out crowd, who are unsure what to make of him. Psycho steps across the ring eyeing the Icon suspiciously at ringside.

Susie: Ewww, Psycho’s giving you the proverbial STANK EYE!

Orlando: I guess Psycho just really hates guest commentators.

Mark: You would think so given what happened when Kingdom was in the hot seat, an incident that spiraled into this handicap match tonight.

Cruze: I’m not going to sit on my ass like Kingdom did and let Psycho run my name through the muck. If he opens his mouth then he’ll be swallowing my fist.

Comeau: This could implode the same way things did when Johnny was verbally berated by Psycho a few weeks ago, especially considering just how out of control the Sadistic One has been tonight.

Psycho’s eyes do not deviate from Cruze even as Nathan Creed’s music seamlessly descends on the listening ears of the anxious crowd.

Tension fills the air in anticipation of the next superstar to enter the ring when the lights dim down. Adam Gontier's soothing voice cuts the tension swiftly

"Pain, Without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all"

The drum beat kicks in for Three Days Grace's song 'Pain' and the lights flash synchronized to the beat. Nathan Creed walks from behind the curtain, his expression stoic as he stares down at the ring. He snaps his neck from side to side whilst ringing his wrists. The song takes a change in mood and softens as Creed starts a slow walk towards the ring accompanied by a low blue light that replaces the strobes.

"You're sick of feeling numb,
You're not the only one,
I'll take you by the hand,
And I'll show you a world that you can understand,
This life is filled with hurt,
When happiness doesn't work,
Trust me and take my hand,
When the lights go out you will understand"

As the verse nears its end Creed reaches the ring and slides under the rope. He bounds to his feet as the song changes beat as the chorus hits and the lights change again into a flash of bright strobe lights.

"Pain, without love,
Pain, can't get enough,
Pain, I like it rough,
Cause I'd rather have pain than nothing at all"

The start of the chorus causes Creed to scream, throwing his arms to the side in a Dreamer-esque pose.

Nathan strides across the ring right past Psycho and points to Orlando at ringside, giving him a thumbs up. Orlando reciprocates before Psycho grabs his brother by the shoulder and spins him around. Both men go eye to eye while Psycho jumps all over Creed for ignoring him.

Mark: This uneasy alliance between Psycho and Creed already on the verge of breaking even before the match begins.

Orlando: Psycho is a hot headed son of a bitch, but Creed can hold him together. Besides, once that bell rings and they both have a chance to get their hands on Kingdom, rest assured they’ll be unified. The prospect of ganging up on Kingdom could unite anyone.

Moore: Even Santa Claus and Jesus?

Cruze: Sure.

Creed and Psycho continue to bicker before…

WAKE UP

…hits the speakers and sends the crowd into a whirlwind. Orlando becomes deadly silent, his eyes staring through his extravagant shades straight at the entry way. Johnny doesn’t wait to step out onto the stage and bask in the crowd’s rousing ovation. He spends little to no time playing to the audience though, more concerned with moving to the ring and getting this brawl underway. Creed and Psycho have taken their eyes off of one another and set them sternly on the apprehensive Kingdom, who has now paused at ringside.

Orlando: I tell you two right now, I’m glad I came out here to get a first hand look at this. Usually I’d do the honorable spiel about wanting Kingdom to make it to our match unscathed but I could honestly care less. I hope Creed pummels him with another chair assault, and that Psycho picks up where he left off last week in that street fight.

Comeau: Ill will directed at Kingdom, who is on an island surrounded by great white sharks.

Susie: I hate great whites, especially the super smart ones that eat Samuel L. Jackson.

Johnny continues to remain at ringside, running his palms down his face then becoming overwhelmed with adrenaline. He rushes straight at the ring, throwing caution aside in favor of revenge.

Comeau: Johnny going straight at the ring full force.

Orlando: I wasn’t expecting that. No offence Mark, because I know you and Johnny are old friends, but I honestly thought he’d run for the hills.

The fans are going nuts as Kingdom slides into the ring only to be pounced upon immediately. Creed and Psycho charge in, beginning to unleash a physical onslaught on Johnny before he could even stand. The Team Leader delivers some peppering shots to the ribs of Psycho and Creed, but nothing can stop the physicality they are unleashing.

Before Johnny knows it he’s down on his elbows and knees, being overwhelmed by the barrage of forearms connecting to his upper back. Creed now takes him around the jaw and leads him to his feet before delivering a sickening knife edge chop across his sternum.

Johnny goes into a spin and surprisingly hits Creed under the jaw with a right. This brief spurt of offense prompts Psycho to dive knee first into Kingdom’s ribs, doubling him over forward. The big man then connects with an uppercut shot that echoes throughout the arena and sends Johnny staggering into the ropes.

Orlando: Now things are going as I expected them to.

Moore: Not for me. I thought for sure some clowns would have done a run in by now.

Kingdom leans on the cables for support as Psycho now comes roaring towards him with the speed of a locomotive. At the last second Kingdom falls to his back, pulls down on the lower rope and trips Psycho over the cables. He flips over completely before spilling to the outside mats.

The former World Champion stands up as Nathan now takes up his brother’s mantle, rushing towards the Team Leader. This time Kingdom sidesteps his inbound opponent, pushing him along into the ropes and sending him flipping over the cables.

Somehow Creed holds onto the top rope then pulls himself back over with the skin of the cat. As soon as he lands on his feet, Johnny charges up behind him and locks in a reverse waistlock. He drops back attempting a roll up only to have Creed continue to hold the top rope, pushing him off with his rump.

As a result Johnny ends up having nothing to show for his move, rolling over completely backwards to his feet yet again. The second he reaches his feet he’s taking off again, right at Creed who like Johnny a few moments ago, side steps his inbound opponent.

Nathan pushes Johnny along into the ropes only to have Kingdom dive through them and flip forward into a suicide pancha right against Psycho’s shoulder. The monster crumbles to the mats with Johnny landing on top of him but rolling forward right to his feet. He gets up then busts out a shimmy for the excited fans.

Mark: Shocking dive from Kingdom, taking out the Sadistic One. Did you honestly think he’d be hanging in there like this Orlando?

Orlando: One thing I’ve learned about Kingdom is that you always have to expect the unexpected. Which is both a good thing and a detriment for Johnny.

The Team Leader continues to celebrate, completely unaware that Creed is standing up on the highest point of the turnbuckle behind him. He doesn’t realize this until he spins around and spots Creed soaring through the air, ultimately crashing down onto him with the crossbody.

Johnny tumbles to the mats with his opponent rolling off of him gripping at his ribs.

Cruze: THERE WE GO! That’s my boy.

Susie: This is fun, I feel like we’re having a three way right now where I’m the meat in a multicultural sandwich.

Mark: Great, I’m always stuck as the bun.

The barricade is slapped by the excited fans as an enraged Psycho snatches Johnny up and then rolls him back into the ring. The Team Leader ends up sprawled across his back as Psycho enters then dives half way across the ring into a headbunt. His skull implodes Johnny’s chest, causing him to convulse in a physical state of agony.

Psycho now rolls Kingdom over to his knees and wraps his arms around his waist. The Team Leader is stunned as he’s dead lifted from the canvas onto his rival’s shoulder. Psycho is holding him in a dominator position as Creed comes charging across the ring, catching Kingdom around the neck. He hits almost a running diamond cutter while Psycho slams Johnny down with the dominator.

A loud reaction is heard over the devastating double team move, especially employed by the brothers who are constantly at odds. Johnny rolls to his back, laying there motionless at this point while Psycho gets up slapping his head, reinvigorated by his rage.

Behind Psycho’s back Creed crawls into the cover, hooking the legs.

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Psycho shockingly grabs Creed by the hair and pulls him off of the cover.

Mark: Psycho breaking up the pinfall for his team.

Orlando: I don’t condone this, but I can understand where Psycho is coming from. He wants to be the one to pin Johnny.

Susie: I want to pin Kingdom too, only so I’ll fit in though.

An angered Creed knocks his brother’s hand away from his hair then gets into his sibling’s face. The brothers are nose to nose, arguing with one another over the pinfall. Johnny utilizes this time to recover, rolling to his palms and knees then scooting up behind the Future.

Nathan is caught completely unaware as he’s rolled up into the school boy.

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Psycho quickly steps in and takes Johnny around the neck, pulling him away from the school boy then lifting him into the air for a vertical suplex.

Somehow Johnny floats over, turns his back towards Psycho’s and pulls him down into a shocking back slide.

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Psycho kicks out, rolling over in reverse to his feet then rushing forward. He delivers a straight punt kick to Kingdom’s forehead, causing him to stand up with glazed over eyes. As soon as Kingdom stands in his disorientated state Creed rushes up behind him and takes him around the waist, falling back into a German suplex.

Kingdom collides to the ring across the back of his head then rolls over to his feet. Instinctively he stands up after the impact only to be almost beheaded by a deep running lariat by Psycho. The full on impact sends Johnny flying to the ring across the back of his head.

He slams against it at break neck speed before finding himself completely laid out on the canvas. Psycho scrambles into the cover, relishing at the thought of finally beating the former champion.

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Creed sighs but then sinks his fingers into Psycho’s hair, dragging his own sibling off of the cover.

Psycho gets to his knees, pushes the hands away and then shoves his brother across the ring. Creed tumbles into the ropes, using them as a brace before rushing back towards Psycho, giving him a vicious shove as well.

Cruze: I can’t say I’m surprised this is happening, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it any less. Come on boys, get back on the same page.

Mark: Psycho and Creed are just incapable of working together. Part of this stems from that amnesiac ploy Creed played against the Conspiracy, an act that Psycho wasn’t aware of.

Susie: I wasn’t aware of it either, but only because Creed’s like an academy award worthy actor. Just without teeth.

The aggressive Psycho buts his head against Creed’s as they begin to grind noses, ready to go at it. All the while Johnny is dragging himself up the ropes of a turnbuckle, leaning on it for support. That’s when Nathan snaps, taking Psycho by the wrist then whipping him across the ring.

However, he’s whipped Psycho into a giant big splash on Kingdom in the corner. Johnny is engulfed by his large opponent who now drags him out of the corner into a gorilla press. The Team Leader is unable to stop from being thrown down out of the military press ribs first onto the raised knees of Creed.

Nathan laid on his back with his knees prepared for Kingdom, who connects against them with a rib shattering impact. Johnny falls to his spine after the landing as Psycho drops down beside him, taking his throat and beginning to strangle the life out of him.

The referee starts a five count but Psycho will not relent or give in for even a second. It’s not until Creed drags him away from Johnny that he breaks the hold. Once more Psycho gives his brother a malicious gaze, even as Nathan indicates that he’s trying to keep them from being disqualified.

Johnny crawls across the ring, body infiltrated by pain. It’s clear in his eyes that he’s trying to escape this punishment, the odds just too heavily stacked against him. Unfortunately for the Team Leader, neither opponent is willing to allow him to escape.

Psycho steps up behind Johnny and wedges his shoulders to his back. A battered Kingdom is hoisted into the torture rack before Psycho steps across the ring and drops to his bum, turning the submission into a back breaker variation. He bounces off of the Sadistic Savage’s shoulders then lands on the ring, laying there almost motionless.

His abuser grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him to his back, leaving him completely exposed on the ring. He’s in perfect position for Nathan, who is scaling the turnbuckle to the top rope.

To a heightened reaction Creed slips his thumb across his throat, calling for the diving headbunt.

Orlando: Your about to see what makes Creed such a deadly competitor, his high flying offense. That’s right Nathan, hit it brother, hit it! FINISH HIM.

Mark: Your taking far too much delight in this for my comfort.

Cruze: Mark, if you had someone standing in the way of a lifetime dream you would be acting the same way as me.

Nathan comes soaring through the air and landing head first straight into the canvas. To his, and Psycho’s shock, Johnny rolls out of the way, causing Creed to drive himself against the ring. Nathan rolls to his back as Kingdom sits up despondently on the corner. He remains seated long enough for Psycho to charge in landing a boot right to his face.

The hard knock sends Kingdom right back down to the ring as his bitter rival falls onto him with the lateral press.

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Kingdom gets his shoulder up, kicking out with just seconds to spare.

It looks as if the impact of bone against canvas from such a tremendous height has done a lot of damage to Nathan, given his withered condition on the canvas. His brother did not learn from the mistake, considering that Psycho is now making his way up the turnbuckle. His back is aimed at the laid out Kingdom as he comes flying out of the corner with a moonsault. Sadly history repeats itself, Johnny barely getting out of harm’s way and Psycho splattering across the canvas.

Mark: I don’t know how Kingdom avoided those dives.

Orlando: He doesn’t call himself a snake for no good reason. He’s able to slither his way out of a number of situations. But he won’t get out of my hands come Destiny.

Susie: But he’s so quick, he’s just like the Leprechaun, chasing around Jennifer Aniston with his stubby little legs and big midget bottom.

The crowd is shocked by what they are seeing, Kingdom getting himself right back into the match. He utilizes the turnbuckle to stand then keeps on using it to climb higher. Psycho’s and Nathan’s misfortunes have taught him nothing as he reaches the top and turns to face his laid out opponents, or so he thought.

Creed is already up and he is rushing the turnbuckle, jumping to the very top of it. He catches Kingdom around the neck and tries to drop back with a snap superplex. Kingdom frees himself at the last second, pulling back his head then launching it into Nathan’s forehead.

The headbunt sends Creed collapsing to the ring, landing surprisingly beside Psycho. They are both primed for a dive as Kingdom stands upright, gets his bearings, then dives gracefully through the air. His frog splash is a thing of beauty, but the landing is no where near as attractive.

Yet again history repeats itself as Psycho and Creed simultaneously roll out of the way, leaving Kingdom to plow into the ring. He hits the canvas with tremendous force and then bounces up to his knees, going absolutely googly eyed before Creed surprisingly places him in a dragon sleeper.

Johnny is even more concerned when he’s pulled up to his feet, still doubled over backwards into the dragon sleeper. The fans start to scream in anticipation of Creed’s finishing move. He swings his arm to hit his version of the Eye of the Hurricane and connects. The back of Kingdom’s head is driven violently against the canvas, leaving him exposed for Nathan who crawls into the cover.

Cruze: Just as I thought, Nathan about to exterminate the snake.

Mark: Big pin for Creed tonight.

The official makes the count with the fans chanting along.

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Creed has picked up the pin for his team, on the verge of celebrating before the referee jumps in his face informing him that he only got a two.

Orlando: WOW. I guess Kingdom’s a little more resilient than I give him credit for.

Orlando watches through his shades in astonishment, jaw dropped. Nathan is vexed as a result of this disturbing revelation by the official yet scrambles back into another lateral press.

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The monstrous Psycho comes charging in out of nowhere and jumping into the air. Creed barely has the time to roll out of the way before Psycho big splashes the laid out Kingdom then hooks his leg.

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Creed now bounces from the cables and dives into the air, going for the elbow drop. A shocked Psycho rolls out of the way to avoid the elbow which connects square across Kingdom’s sternum.

The siblings rush to their feet at this point and then glare across the ring at each other, very suspicious of the other’s motives.

Susie: These two need counseling, from a real good peer councilor. I’m a good peer councilor, I always advise people to practice safe sex.

Comeau: Yet you don’t practice what you preach.

Cruze: I agree with Susie somewhat, Psycho has got some serious trust issues. He needs to realize that butting heads with my partner is no way for them to win this match.

Finally Creed removes his eyes from Psycho and stoops down, wrapping his arms around the aching skull of the Team Leader. At this point Johnny’s head is throbbing with such pain that it feels as if his brain is on the verge of cracking through his skull.

He’s aided to his feet only to be lifted into the air for a back drop suplex. But much to Creed’s chagrin, Kingdom flips over and lands feet first on the canvas behind him.

This stunning occurrence elicits a quick response from Psycho, as he barrels forward going for the lariat. Creed is forced to duck the inbound arm of his brother as it travels right at their opponent’s throat.

Kingdom thinks quickly by ducking the inbound arm, hooking it and then dragging Psycho around into a full rotation before trapping his head in the front chancery. Creed now comes charging up behind Johnny only to be captured around the neck and dropped into a stunner at the same time Kingdom plants his brother with the DDT.

The siblings now end up spread across the ring with Johnny crawling sluggishly into the cover on Psycho.

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The Sadistic Savage kicks out, causing Kingdom to now roll in Creed’s direction. He drapes his arm over Nathan’s sternum.

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Just before the third slap of the canvas Creed forces his shoulder from the ring.

Mark: Johnny’s impressive stereo maneuver not enough to finish off Creed nor Psycho. His body has withstood a lot in this bout so far but I don’t think he can last much longer.

Orlando: Like I said earlier, Kingdom may be a cowardly, manipulative piece of slime but he’s very resilient. Unfortunately at Destiny, his resiliency will only prolong the punishment I inflict on him.

Johnny sluggishly starts to stand, taking Creed around the neck and pulling him along. The Future is upright for only a moment before he takes a hard chop across the sternum, followed by a European Uppercut.

Neither of these combatants are aware that Psycho is rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring, searching beneath it for an object of mass destruction. Boos, cheers, and screams are directed at Psycho and the object now gripped in his hands, a solid steel folding chair.

Moore: Yay, he’s got a chair, that can only mean it’s TEA PARTY TIME!

Cruze: See this is Psycho’s biggest flaw, he constantly looses his cool. Don’t do it Psycho, put the chair down before you get yourself disqualified you idiot!

Mark: Your right Orlando, if Psycho brings that chair into the ring he could get himself and his brother DQed. Kingdom has driven him to the lengths that he doesn’t care anymore.

All throughout Psycho’s search for a weapon, Creed and Kingdom have been going at it in the ring. Kingdom has gotten a hold of Creed’s wrist and is whipping him across the ring. But Creed counters, twisting around and trying to reverse the whip only to be booted to the ribcage.

Creed is doubled over as Johnny places him in a front chancery, setting up for the Exodus Finale. The lethal brainbuster DDT does not connect thanks to Creed’s quick witted nature. He reaches out wrapping his arms around Johnny’s thigh then dropping back into a release T-Bone suplex.

The big counter drops Johnny right on top of his head, almost breaking his neck on impact.

Mark: An amazing counter by Creed.

Orlando: I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone counter the Exodus Finale like that. I’ll have to keep it in mind.

After that vicious sheer drop T-Bone Kingdom is left absolutely motionless, clearly in no condition to continue. Creed takes notice of this, licking his lips with the anticipation of pinning his rival. That’s before his eyes center on Psycho slipping into the ring with the chair in hand.

Nathan dashes at his sibling just as Psycho raises the chair up high to bring it down into the unconscious Team Leader.

Before the steel can connect Creed jumps in the way and grabs hold of it, preventing the beast from getting them disqualified.

Cruze: Leave it to Nathan to do the right thing. Psycho had BETTER listen to reason here.

Susie: Can’t they just share the chair? Seems pretty pointless to fight over it.

The fact that Creed is preventing him from demolishing his nemesis doesn’t sit very well with Psycho, especially as the chair is forced out of his hands. Nathan steps back clutching the chair and poking Psycho in the chest, trying to rationalize with the unstable behemoth.

The enlightened words fall on deaf ears right up to the point that Psycho delivers a straight kick directly to Creed’s genitals. Nathan stoops forward, dropping the chair and cradling his wounded testes.

Comeau: Psycho has just punted Nathan to the groin. He doesn’t want anyone to stand in the way of injuring Kingdom tonight.

Orlando: God dammit Psycho! Something has got to be done about this. Nobody does that o Nathan on my watch.

The sound of a headset is heard hitting the announce table as Orlando makes his way towards the ring. Psycho has now shoved Creed down to the canvas as the official jumps in the sadistic one’s face, imploring him to play by the rules. The only reaction these demands elicit is a sneer from Psycho followed by a hard right hand connecting to the referee’s jaw.

The official collapses to the canvas as Psycho begins to approach the chair once again, determined to decimate the Team Leader with it. He has no idea that a disgruntled Orlando has slid into the ring behind him and is now crouched, hands placed to his knees.

Comeau: Orlando entering the ring to avenge what just happened to his partner Creed! You might want to think about this Cruze.

Susie: Why think? It’s boring.

The crowd stews with anticipation as Psycho can feel the hair standing up on the back of his neck. Instead of picking up the chair he turns around and finds himself trapped in Orlando’s clutches. He doesn’t even have time to realize what’s happening before he’s hoisted into the air and dropped to the canvas with the Rock Bottom.

Mark: He just LAID Psycho out!

Orlando hops back to his feet and throws down his designer sunglasses right on top of his victim. The Icon does some grade A jaw jacking before turning back towards the center of the ring. He turns right into a skull shattering steel chair shot.

The steel thudding against cranium echoes like a gunshot as Orlando crumbles to the canvas, laying at the feet of his assailant Johnny Kingdom.

Comeau: AAAAAHHH! What have you done Johnny!?! He just took that chair and nailed Orlando with it.

Moore: That’s gross.

Orlando rolls across the canvas, hands gripping his possibly lacerated skull while Johnny continues to stand tall in the center of the ring, chair in hand. He now throws it down and turns towards the still laid out Psycho, dropping into the cover.

The official has recovered enough to crawl towards the pinfall, his hand slapping the canvas quickly.

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A loud mixed reaction is heard from the crowd, some cheering Kingdom’s victory, others booing the fact that he assaulted Orlando with the chair.

Mark: I don’t believe it, but Johnny is victorious here tonight ironically thanks in part to the interference of Orlando Cruze.

Susie: This is crazy, like Courtney Love crazy, just without the constant crotch shots.

Comeau: Thank God for that.

Johnny slowly stands up, leaning on the cables for support as his eyes twist towards the laid out Orlando in the corner. Creed grips at his swollen testicles on the outside of the ring, cursing the name of his brother, and his rival.

Mark: I think it’s safe to say that things are far from resolved between Kingdom and Cruze, or Creed and Psycho.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Phantasio… the king of the wedgies

THE PEACE SUMMIT

Fireworks explode from the turnbuckles as well as shoot in circles around the rafters, creating a truly jarring alert that the Twilight Zone is upon us.

Christian: The ratings just spiked, the fans just woke up, and the piss break is over because the Twilight Zone is HERE!

Savior sits imperviously on a stool, staring towards the heavens with a smile wide enough to circle the earth twice.

Comeau: I can only assume by that truly egotistical introduction that its time for the Peace Summit.

Susie: Alright, where’s the free cake?

Savior is unphased by the crowd’s response, pretending they don’t even exist, not even a blip on his radar.

Savior: And tonight’s Twilight Zone is, how do I put this, SPECIAL. Right here live on my worldwide telecast; we’ll see the Peace Summit between Jason Wheeler and Riggs. But don’t worry, I’m not going to tear down your heroes, I’m going to let them do it to themselves.

His laughter conjures thoughts of hyenas cackling over the scraps left by a generous lion.

Christian: It’s time to let go of the strings and watch the puppets dance, hahahaha…

Mark: What a piece of…

Savior: Let’s get to the public embarrassment, its time to watch Riggs and Wheeler take the cheese before their necks are snapped by the trap. Let’s bring them on out, starting with (cringes) my brother.

Open Your Heart cuts through the boos and changes them abruptly to cheers. The fans are jacked at the sight of the N.H.B Champion who steps onto the stage, eyes surprisingly calm and subdued. He moves to the ring, slides in under the ropes and jumps up right into his brother’s face, wasting no time for fanfare.

Comeau: I think Christian just realized how stupid this Twilight Zone idea was.

Moore: I know, NO CAKE!

The Rising Phoenix and the Black Cat remain eye to eye, not having been in the same ring since their epic N.H.B title match. Hostilities swell larger than Christian’s ego as their eyes remain fixed on one another.

Christian: Thanks for coming to MY show bro. Now why don’t you sit down and let me do aaaallll the talking…

The microphone is audaciously snatched from Savior’s hand, who gulps animatedly in response.

Jason: I got a better idea, why don’t YOU take a seat….

The Black Cat’s palm is wedged to Savior’s chest as the World Champion is shoved down into his stool.

Wheeler: And let ME take care of this.

Savior tries to protest only to have Wheeler clinch his fist, ready to swing.

Jason: If you so much as open your mouth you’ll be crapping teeth for a week. This is between Riggs and I. But I still want you to be here once the deal is done, my poor, poor, misguided little lamb. You sit quietly, and if you TRY to interfere, then I’ll let Riggs pick up where he left off in that title match at Extinction. Maybe we’ll even turn it into a handicap match. Then we’ll invite Axl out here to join the team, maybe even Orlando Cruze!!

The crowd expresses their utter delight, swept up in the madness.

Wheeler: So you just sit and be SILENT little bro.

It’s uncomforting as Wheeler pats his brother on the top of his head, insinuating that he’s in for unspeakable horrors.

Wheeler: Riggs, let’s do what we should have done months ago, let’s end this now before it goes past the point of no return.

All eyes are focused sharply on the entry way in anticipation of Riggs’ arrival. Finally “The Sacrament” by HIM cuts through the PA system, resulting in a righteous reaction from the crazed crowd. The Painted Warrior meanders onto the stage, not employing his usual entrance routine to elicit a loud ovation from his supporters. Instead the ghostly wraith moves to the ring and jumps to the apron, slipping through the ropes and keeping his soulless eyes centered on the face of Wheeler. A microphone is extracted from his back pocket, tentatively raising it to his lips and not daring to take his eyes off of Wheeler.

Riggs: I’m here Jason, say your peace.

Wheeler is a bit pegged by this statement.

Jason: Say my peace? I think I made my feelings perfectly clear earlier tonight, Riggs. I want to bury this issue; I want to put it behind us. We don’t have to work together, but that doesn’t mean we should be trying to annihilate each other. That plays into exactly what this son of a bitch wants…

Attention briefly diverts towards an increasingly cautious Savior, who forms an awkward, trembling smile.

Wheeler: And I don’t know about you Riggs, but I’m sick of being a puppet, I’m tired of playing by THEIR rules. I’m willing to forgive and to forget for the sake of this company. Believe it or not, I am devoted to this organization, I’m not putting myself first, as you’ve insinuated.

Riggs: I don’t insinuate anything.

Jason’s rant comes to a screeching halt.

Riggs: Psycho showed me the truth and nothing but the truth, Jason. He opened my eyes to exactly what you were, a show boater, a glory hog, someone in this war for the spotlight, not the principle, and more importantly a selfish, easily swayed prick.

The expression on Wheeler’s face becomes even tenser.

Riggs: So what happened at the Overbooked Extravaganza, when I drilled you to the canvas with the Hopskotch, I wasn’t operating on assumptions, I based my decision on the cold hard facts.

Savior’s smile becomes a little more confident.

Riggs: That’s why I double crossed you Jason, I wanted to wake you the FUCK UP!

Confusion now inhabits the eyes of Wheeler, who quickly adds a rebuttal.

Jason: Wake me up huh? You wanted to accomplish this by turning the whole roster against me? By making me out to be public enemy number one?

Riggs: Yeah, pretty much. I wanted to test your meddle Jason. I wanted to see if even after my betrayal you’d remain focused on this war or abandon it. Our partnership only proved one thing, that you were easily led astray.

Jason: That tends to happen when my partner is superkicking me through tables and costing me matches against Johnny Kingdom.

Riggs: Those were accidents that the Conspiracy played off of to distract you, and you were falling for it. I had to give you something to be passionate about; I had to provide you with focus.

Wheeler: FOCUS? All your campaign has done is distract us from pulling our resources together to take out the Conspiracy.

Riggs: No, my campaign has forced you to prove just how devoted to the cause you are. It motivated you to prove me wrong, and most importantly it dredged up your dark side. It’s woken the beast buried deep within, a beast that can be turned against our oppressors. Our battles have made you into a completely different Jason Wheeler. You’re more diabolical, you’re more treacherous, and you’re more of an animal than EVER. You’re the Jason I will gladly stand side by side with.

The crowd cheers loudly and the World Champion’s smile once again vanishes.

Riggs: I dragged you through the mud to bring out a battle hardened, war tested Wheeler no longer devoted to himself but dedicated to this war. I haven’t abandoned my mission to rid the IWC of the Conspiracy, all I was doing was training a solder to fight by my side.

The fact that you’ve come out here calling for peace between us instead of escalation, just proves how far you’ve come. If you were the same old Wheeler I partnered with months ago this Peace Summit wouldn’t be happening, you would be selfishly coming after me for revenge. But now you’ve FINALLY gotten it through your head, that our issues are minuscule in comparison with the plague that infects this organization.

Your no longer willing to be distracted, to be led astray, you know what’s best for this business, your mind is focused, your awake.

A hand is outstretched towards Jason, hanging in the air waiting to be shaken. The fans are growing excited, on the edge of their seats as it relates to Wheeler’s reaction. His eyes stare stoically at the palm of his former partner turned rival, debating rather he should seal the deal or not.

After a deep breath and with closed eyes, Jason snatches hold of the palm and gives it a hearty shake to a deafening roar of approval.

Comeau: Alright, there we go, Jason Wheeler and Riggs are BACK!

Susie: Yay, now are they going to bring out the cake?

Mark: If I hear you say one more word about cake I swear to God I’m going...

Savior: HOLD ON, HOLD ON, HOLD ON!

Savior has stood and grabbed the microphone away from Wheeler, appearing enraged by this outcome.

Christian: Don’t you two get it? Are you too stupid to realize that you hate each other? Don’t you remember Jason, that this is the same man who STOLE your World title shot at Extinction? And Riggs, the man your shaking hands with pushed you off of a ladder and sent you crashing through TABLES!

Jason is handed Riggs’ microphone, their palms finally severing.

Jason: Don’t you get it Christian? None of that matters anymore. I don’t care about my own gratification, all Riggs did was show me what happens when your selfish, and when we play your games. He diverted me from my path purposely to make me realize just how skewed my priorities were. He strengthened my motivation to get back on course.

Christian: No. NOOOO!! You two want to kill each other, so get on with it, get on with it NOW!

Wheeler: We’re done with that Christian.

Savior: Don’t you two realize how much time we put into this?

Savior’s whole body is shaking with rage as he runs his palm down his face, trying to get hold of his emotions.

Christian: You know what? To hell with this psychological warfare crap. If you want something done right, you do it yourself, and with REINFORCEMENTS!

The microphone barely hits the canvas before Savior’s fist flies at Riggs’ face. The Painted Warrior catches the inbound fist and connects with a shot of his own square to the World Champion’s jaw. Jason spins around and spots a slew of riot gear clad security guards sliding into the ring behind him. He pounces on them, grabbing one guard by the back of his helmet and pitching him back through the ropes to the outside of the ring.

Mark: The Conspiracy and Douglas’ private security detail trying to get a drop on Riggs and Wheeler since they refused to continue their war for the sake of this organization.

Susie: There are like a dozen Darth Vaders out here.

Jason snatches up one of their nightsticks and begins to swing it at any man courageous even to invade the ring. The guards hightail it, backing away from the squared circle, unwilling to take a beating from the weapon held tightly by the menacing Wheeler.

Riggs continues to drill the World Champion to his forehead, nailing right hand after right hand. He makes sure he uses the arm that Savior tried to debilitate as he hits a hard European Uppercut, knocking his rival backwards into the ropes. He now steps back preparing to strike with the superkick only to have a nightstick shattered over his skull.

Pieces of the wood fly in all directions as Riggs crumbles to the ring and an intense Jason Wheeler stands over him, broken stick in hand.

Comeau: HEEEEY!

The fans are fickle, having no idea what to make of this as Jason looms over the unconscious body of his former friend. Christian slowly steps away from the ropes, holding his forehead with eyes shifting between his brother and Riggs. He cautiously steps away from the ropes and tentatively extends his hand outwards. Without a second’s inhibition, Jason takes hold of his brother’s hand and shakes it.

The fans unanimously voice their anger as a smile sweeps over Savior’s face and he lifts Jason’s arm high into the air, pointing in his brother’s direction excitedly. The crowd cannot believe what they’re seeing, Jason Wheeler and Christian Savior officially siding with one another.

Mark: This isn’t happening.

From the backstage area now rushes a cackling Pat Evans, holding a pear of handcuffs. He slides into the ring while the guards in riot gear create a human barricade around the squared circle. Jason quickly breaks away from his brother, grabs Riggs by the hair and forces him up to his feet. The Painted Warrior can barely stand, yet is held up long enough for Savior to jump into the air, catch him around the neck and drag him down face first into the canvas with the diamond cutter.

The crowd is becoming even more enraged, absolutely appalled by the sight they are witnessing, especially as Evans takes his turn. He hooks Riggs under the arm from behind, forces him up to his feet then shatters his back with the Spinal Tap.

Susie: This looks fun, can I hit a random move on Riggs too?

Mark: I’m still in a state of shock.

Moore: Oh, sorry, I got to remember to stop uncrossing my legs when I’m not wearing panties.

Comeau: Riggs is being destroyed before our very eyes, all thanks to this betrayal by Wheeler.

Evans and Savior take hold of Riggs’ arms and force him into the ropes, cuffing his wrists around the middle one. He’s in a perfectly prone state while Evans takes him under the chin, whispering into his ear.

Evans: Eye for an eye my friend, eye for an eye.

The World Champion has now been handed another nightstick from one of the guards outside the ring. He graciously tosses it to Wheeler, who still displays no signs of emotion. The sell out unbuttons his shirt, removes it, and tosses it to the canvas in a huff before laying into the ribs of the prone Riggs with the nightstick.

Riggs is unable to mount any type of defense as Wheeler continues to pulverize his ribcage with the stick over and over again. Blood begins to spill from the corners of Riggs’ mouth before Jason finally throws the stick aside. He now crouches over the broken body of his nemesis.

Jason: You were right about one thing Riggs, the Conspiracy is a plague, but I’m the INFECTION!

A hard right hand pops Riggs right in the kisser to emphasize Jason’s point. He steps back overlooking the blood smeared across his knuckles, admiring the sight of it. Joining in on the fun is Dan Douglas, who charges at the ring holding two title belts. He slips past his security and under the ropes, bestowing the belts onto the Black Cat and the Rising Phoenix.

Every fan in attendance feels queasy as Savior holds up the IWC World Championship and Jason raises aloft the SCW World title. Both men tap the golden plates of their belts against one another and then turn, rubbing their combined title glory in the faces of the crowd.

Mark: I never thought I’d see Jason abandon his principles like this. The SCW and IWC World Champions have joined forces. What has this world come to?

Riggs watches through barely conscious eyes as Evans, Wheeler, Savior and Douglas all stand side by side in the center of the ring, the fearsome foursome raising one another’s arms in victory.

FADE TO BLACK