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RED LINE WRESTLING

in conjunction with DePaul University
PRESENTS…


SLAMTRACK 2






LIVE from the SULLIVAN ATHLETIC CENTER, CHICAGO, ILLINOIS





[A slightly-larger crowd of 930 jams out to the 8-bit janky tunes blaring through the SAC’s speakers; empty seats are covered with DePaul Blue tarps. The previous crowd mix seems to have held true for this show – kids young enough to be freshmen at DePaul, some dudebros maybe a little drunker this time; a growing group of hipsters from the area who picked out shirts featuring CASTOR STRIFE, pain GRILLE, and even one guy in a HENRY KEYES shirt, with tattoos and angry haircuts and ear gauges flowing; yuppie Lincoln Park parents with their young children clad in HORNET WINS gear, and one with a “BRING BACK IMPULSE” sign; the crowd is meshing, finding faces they recognized from the first SLAMTRACK and starting short conversations. A wrestling ring with a red second rope complementing the other two white ropes stands like a blank page in the center of the facility.

DANNY DALTON headbangs to the jams with a too-happy-for-this-world grin on his face. He’s got a Captain America tee beneath a clean white blazer and dark blue jeans.]

DD: “WELCOME to SLAMTRACK TWO!! My name is Danny Dalton, and I’m super psyched to be here. If this is your first show, YOU MISSED A DOOZY! The Blue Demon himself, Charlie Williams, had an incredible debut where he beat A FOR-REAL GERMAN DRAGON known as FAFNIR. Then, we saw the debut of maybe the most bizarre man on the RLW roster, ‘Sci-Fi’ Russ Spackler, also known as the Sharkutan, also known as Jesus God This Man Is Terrifying, and Russ let out the beast within against a really talented and experienced technician, ‘Normal’ John Johnson! Finally, the House of Hill made their statement as a dominant faction riding the Red Line in a winning effort over the Haughty Troupe. We’ve got lots more: three more matches tonight where we FLEX OUR ROSTER MUSCLES, and then there’s the part I’m MOST excited about - I get to announce a thing later! A really cool thing. YOU READY? WE’RE READY! LET’S GO!"

[ARIN McHENRY, with a Cheshire Cat grin, stands in the center of the ring in a pastel pink suit with a shock-purple dress shirt and matching pink tie. He lifts his Bob Barker–style microphone up and prepares his wanky hammy vocal chords. Referee Ross Russell stands at the ready.]

AM: “ThiiiiiiiIIIIIIiiiiiiIIIIIIIIS MATCH! IS SET forrrrrrr ONE fallllllllllllll!!”



RAUCOUS v. BOOKFACE




[As the music hits, a spry looking masked wrestler pops out from behind the curtain. He’s dressed in full black latex with a big yellow “X” across his chest and yellow stripes down the legs, and his mask is in matching black and yellow latex. He’s yelling things that the camera doesn’t quite pick up. After posing with hands on hips, he slides into the ring, only to quickly climb a turnbuckle and point at fans purely for the sake of pointing.]

AM: “HAILING from TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA…WEIGHING innnnnn at 183 POUNDS! RAUCOUSSSSSSSS!”






[Oddly enough, a stream of two dozen attractive ladies, presumably DePaul undergrads, emerge in a zombified state, staring at smartphones and typing. They seem completely oblivious to anything outside the view of their iPhones and Samsungs Galaxy. They slowly part away from the curtain as another luchador, wearing a bright blue mask with a black book slammed into the forehead, faux blood pouring down, emerges. Not-so-subtly ogling the ladies in his entourage, he pulls out a smartphone of his own as he makes his way to the ring.]

AM: “And his opponent…coming to you STRAIGHT FROM YOUR NEWS FEED. HE’S 172 POUNDS! He is THE GREATEST SOCIAL PHENOMENOM-NOM-NOM since your MOTHER’S GAPING GAPEHOLE…” [concerned parents cover their children’s ears.] “BOOOOOOOOOK FAAAAAAAAACE!”

DD: “God dangit, Arin. It’s not that kind of show! Can we get a little decorum?? Am I using that word right? Decorum? Right. Well enough about that, IT’S TIME FOR A LUCHA FIGHT! LET’S GET IT ON!”

[Both wrestlers appear to be evenly matched in their great speed. They circle around each other at a brisk pace before trading high-impact kicks to the legs; Raucous with a kick, immediately followed by BookFace, back and forth and back and forth, faster with each kick, until Raucous breaks through by dodging a Mule Kick and responding with an Enzuigiri! Raucous covers and gets a 1-count. Raucous picks up his opponent by the book on his mask and throws him into the ropes; BookFace charges back with a lariat that gets ducked, and very quickly both wrestlers are running the ropes and dodging every clubbing shot thrown as they cross paths in the center of the ring. BookFace FINALLY connects with a dropkick! He picks up Raucous, only to drop him with a SECOND dropkick. He slowly picks him up once again, motions to the crowd, and mocks his opponent by pantomiming a tweet before hitting a THIRD, incredibly stiff dropkick square to the jaw.]

DD: “We’re officially in Dropkick Town, population Raucous! I know that there had been a lot of buzz surrounding Raucous when he officially joined the Red Line Roster, he’s wrestled all over the WORLD, but you have to wonder if BookFace has the mental advantage at this point!”

[Raucous is DOMINATED over the ensuing four minutes of wrestling; BookFace doesn’t let him breathe, throwing a variety of high-flying strikes and the occasional dropkick, because ALL THE DROPKICKS. Looking wiped out, Raucous lets out a flurry of offense, starting with a hurricanrana and transitioning throwing ground punches before BookFace gets him off the ground. BookFace lifts Raucous up, going for some sort of powerbomb/powerslam/powerpowerdoesn’tmatter as it is countered into a Victory Roll!]

DD: “IS RAUCOUS GONNA DO IT?? ONE! TWO!

BOOKFACE rolls up, and now HE’S going for the pin! ONE! TWO! TH-Raucous rolls him over again, he looks EXHAUSTED! One! Tw-BOOKFACE HAS THE ARM AND HE’S WRENCHING THE MOTHER LORD GOD OUT OF IT! Arm wrench inside cradle! One! Two!!




THREE! BOOKFACE HAS DONE IT! HE’S THE LUCHADOR THAT STANDS TALL HERE TODAY!





AM: “Theeeeeeee winnerofthismatch…THE WORLDWIDE TREND! BOOKFACE!!”

[BookFace raises his own arm in victory before looking over to his opponent, who looks to have gotten partially to his feet and is catching his breath in the corner. BookFace slowly makes his way to Raucous’s corner and holds two fingers from each hand in a “hashtag” sign, followed by a throat slit. He quickly grabs Raucous by the head and runs up the rope, hitting a Springboard Bulldog!]

DD: “WHAT IN THE WORLD?? BookFace already won the match, but that wasn’t GOOD ENOUGH for him I guess…he just hit Raucous with the Instagramification, and I guess he’s sending a message out there. It’s a mean message and I hate it, and so does the rest of the crowd - but what can I say, that’s just the way things can go here in the Red Line! Now, from what I underst-yes, yes I have confirmation now! Arin McHenry stands in the ring, and he’s got a special interview lined up. Let’s see what’s going on!”

AM: “Please join me in welcoming to the ring at this time…”





AM: “...all the way from the misty confines of the LOCKER ROOM, ladies and gentlemen…”

[A rousing cheer arises for the entrance of none other than…]

AM: “...HE IS SCIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII Russssss-SPACK LERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!”

[...the SHARKUTAN himself, who comes out from behind the curtain in a near crab-walk, dragging his knuckles on the ground and immediately expressing his disconcernment to his “handler,” dressed in the wetsuit we saw her in a couple of weeks back accompanied with a giant safari hat and dart gun.]

Russ Spackler (RS): “Ooooooh ooooooh oooooh AHHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHHH!”

[Spackler and his second make their way to the ring, only stopping once for the Orangufish to pretend to pick bugs out of a young kid’s hair and eat them. The pair then join Arin in the ring, who seems oddly comfortable with the freak scene that surrounds him. And the music cuts!]

AM: “Russ, just want to first comment on your remarkable debut on our inaugural SLAMTRACK. Any grunts, screams, or bodily function noises you’d like to share on that match?”

[“Sci-Fi” Spackler scratches his head in confusion, pondering a question that may be difficult for his apefish mind to comprehend.]

RS: “Well, Mr. McHenry, while John Johnson’s attempts were certainly technically sound, he seemed to lack the accoutrement necessary to vanquish me in that particular mode of combat.”

[Arin merely stares agape, effectively selling the shock of discovering that Russ Spackler, the horse’s ass in a shark/orangutan hybrid outfit, is surprisingly articulate.]

RS: “Also, he is made of [BLEEP]. A man constructed by [BLEEP] rather than muscle and bone, which made him easy to dispatch. When he goes home to his wife and kids, his wife says, ‘Hey honey, how was your day today?’ he then responds ‘Oh fine honey, only twenty people held their nose and waved me off.’ And then his kids go play in the toilet, because that’s what happens when you have his genetics.”

AM: “Um...well...Russ, this is a little surprising.”

[Spackler turns to Arin with a menacing grimace. Although that is what the gorilla mask naturally looks like, you can tell it’s really meant.]

RS: “You think that just because I have both characteristics of a tiger shark and South American orangutan that I would not be capable of observational analysis?”

AM: “Well, yeah.”

RS: “Well, Mr. McHenry, allow me to provide another observational analysis. When I look around this gymnatorium, all that I see is barf. Barf there [points up in the sky], barf over there [points to concession stand] and barf over HERE [spins in a circle with his finger pointed toward the bleachers].”

[BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!]

RS: “BARF!”

[Spackler snatches the microphone away from Arin, continuing his rant.]

RS: “YOU ARE ALL BARF, and I WILL PEE ON YOU AS BARF! AND YOU WILL BATHE IN MY PEE. THE WHOLE RED LINE WRESTLING WILL WASH THEIR BARFY HAIR WITH MY PEE AND DIE! AND THEN I, I AND MY LOVELY BRIDE COOKIE HERE WILL BASK IN THE BARF AS KING AND QUEEN! And once it is all said and done, you as dead barf will mutate into zombie barf, and I will kill you again!”

[Cookie, now showing her first sign of emotion, laughs wickedly along with Spackler for approximately five seconds before stopping short, pretending as nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.]

RS: “Now, Mr. McHenry, any more questions?”

AM: “Well, I…”

RS: “Psyche ya mind!”

[“Sci-Fi” Spackler tosses the mic high in the air and dropkicks it out of the ring, essentially ending the interview. The sound man queues “Sierens Kald” and both Spackler and Cookie GRACEFULLY exit to the back, leaving McHenry shaking his head and hoping that the mic hasn’t broken. Referee Ross Russell looks equally confused.]

DD: “…I have no words. I can’t tell if Spackler and the lovely Cookie are just full of nonsense, or if they’re secretly geniuses. I…what do you say to follow THAT up?? I’ll tell you - there’s NOTHING. Nothing but MOAR WRASSLING!!”

AM: “The following match, is set for ONE FALL!”



JACK SMILEY v. IKAN JOBTAYOO







[A mid-30s man who you’d swear was Pat Sajak’s less-successful brother jogs out of the back, a cheesy wide grin splayed across his face with no emotion behind the eyes. He reaches his hands out to high-five members of the audience while never actually looking at any of the fans, accidentally smacking one of the hipsters right in the glasses. He jogs on as if nothing happened.]

AM: “FROM MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN! He weighs in at 225 POUNDS. IT’S…’TACKY’…JACK…SMILEYYYYY!”

[The hipster section is booing the hell out of Smiley, and not long afterwards the boos spread across the fans in the nearby sections.]



Note: over the music, a voice periodically sings “I Wrestle Bears”.


[A genuinely-smiling, eye-contact-making man with shoulder-length blonde hair in purple wrestling briefs steps through the curtain. He’s got several nautical stars tattooed on his body, with matching pink stars on the front and rear of his wrestling gear, and he’s accompanied by a hulking bear of a man with black hair and blue eyes.]

AM: “And his opponent! From THE TOWN OF BJELKEZ, in the FORMER UNION OF SOVIET SOCIALIST REPUBLICS…IKAAAAAAAAN JOB…taYOOOOOOOOO-”

[Before Ikan can officially make it to the ring, a short, hairy little man with a black rubber spiked helmet and a black trench coat comes flying in from off-screen and WIPES IKAN OUT! Big boos from the crowd as Ikan’s bear-partner starts to go after this surprisingly small warrior.]

DD: “Wait a minute-I know who that is! It’s eKid Nah, from a group that calls themselves the Marsupials of Mayhem! WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?!”

[eKid Nah keeps slipping out of the grasp of bear man, and Smiley steps towards the ropes and looks with bewilderment at the action going on before him. He’s completely oblivious to the fact that another wrestler in a koala mask with a marijuana leaf tattoo has entered the ring behind him!]

DD: “Wait a minute - that’s their leader! His name is Kid Koala, and he’s - BANG! OUT OF NOWHERE, it’s a Death Valley Driver!! What is this?? They’re attacking the Ikan Jobtayoo AND Tacky Jack?? This IS mayhem! Ikan’s cousin, Ukan Jobtamee, came down with him and he’s a big ol’ bear, but he’s not quick enough to catch the slippery eKid Nah! Is Ikan still knocked out? Can someone check on him??”

[eKid Nah has made a few laps around the ring with Ukan Jobtamee angrily making chase, as Kid Koala lays into Smiley with clubbing forearms. After one final lap around the ring, the big bear is decked with a clothesline by an almost-as-large man with a kangaroo pelt hanging off his head, a crazy long red beard sticking out beneath it.]

DD: “And that’s the third man, he’s their tank - Kangarry Roo! Everyone is down…the Marsupials of Mayhem hadn’t made their debuts yet for Red Line Wrestling, and it looks like they didn’t want to wait any longe-"






DD: “HOLD ON A SECOND!”

[Sam, Simon, and J.J. Hill come sprinting out of the curtain and make beelines for the Marsupials to BIG crowd love! Kangarry Roo and eKid Nah, who were standing over Ukan, take quick steps to the side of the ring as Kid Koala joins them. The House of Hill take center stage in the center of the ring and begin to burn holes in the chests of the Marsupials with their eyes; Sam staring at Kid Koala, Simon staring at eKid Nah, and J.J. staring at Kangarry Roo. Through the koala mask, a smile cracks through, and while his compatriots are chomping at the bit for the fight, Kid Koala holds a hand to his partners’ shoulders and begins to lead them back up the curtain. Gazes are returned. Simmering tension.]

DD: “The House of Hill has come out here to make a statement of their own: YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY TRIO WE’VE GOT HERE IN THE RED LINE! Tacky Jack and Ikan are laid out here, though it looks like Ukan Jobtamee is slowly getting up - yes, he’s just picked his cousin up and slung him over his shoulder to take him out of here. But the real story - what’s the future for these teams?? Maybe my BIG ANNOUNCEMENT later will shed some light! How’s that for a teaser? Eh??”

[No one ends up checking on Smiley to see if he’s ok, but eventually, with great effort, he makes his way out along with the everyone else. Arin McHenry, recovering from the shock of his first-ever run in, holds a note as he steps back into the ring. Referee Jen Glass is on standby near Danny’s desk.]

AM: “I have an important announcement, if I can have your attention, ladies and gentlemen! It reads as follows:

I am here tonight, and I am going to make my mark on this company. You will all see why I’ve chosen the name that I have.
Signed…The Second Coming.”

DD: “…She’s here? Tonight?? This changes things…I’ll need to…well, don’t worry about this right now, fans. But if this means what I THINK it means…”

AM: “The following contest is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH, and IT’SSKEDYOOFAWONFAWWWWWWWWWWWWL!”



GO-GO SPECTACULAR v. IVAN DALKICHEV v. HARRY BALKIN




[A woman with very long jet-black hair steps through the ring and quickly displays a variety of acrobatics. Wearing black-and-red ring gear adorned with flames and red Chuck Taylors, she completes her ensemble with black and red webbed arm bands and a distinctive cowl-style black and red mask with intricate designs and a ring of red horns on top.]

AM: “FROM EL PASO, TEXAS…She is ‘Latina Fire’…GO-GO, SPEEEEECTACUUUULARRRRRRRR!”

DD: “The luchador that’s been all the talk on the internet communities finally makes her debut! Let’s see what she’s made of in the ring!”

[A silver fox of a man, well past his prime but looking like he could still throw a stiff punch and a clean-as-a-whistle suplex, comes through the curtain, IMMEDIATELY enthralled by the college-aged ladies in the crowd. He is accompanied by a much younger man with similar, if more muscular, facial features.]

AM: “Accompanied by his son, HARRY BALKIN JUNIOR…HE ALMOST GOT HIMSELF FIRED TWICE ALREADY, but gosh dang-o darn do we love him…PLAYBOY, HARRY, BALKIN!”

DD: “I believe he’s referring to the famous ‘Balkin Almost Racially Slurs Folks With Questionable Pronunciations Of Wrestler Names’ incident leading up to this match…maybe there’s a catchier name for it. It’s not important - he ASSURED the front office he was just trying to call Go-Go a spectacular wrestler and that there’s no way we could prove he meant otherwise. But it sure lit a fire under his luchador opponent!”




[The first to step through is a man with shoulder-length black hair that’s sprouted gray “power streaks”, tied back in a ponytail. With a crisp goatee and gray eyes, he looks menacingly wolflike in a black suit and red dress shirt. It gets much more ominous as the biggest man most of these fans have ever seen in person steps through, nearly breaking the frame of the backstage curtain. A brick wall of muscle covered in mythical tattoos with ice-cold blue eyes, covered up by a size XXXXXL red double-strapped singlet with black trim.]

AM: “And mother of God…accompanied by his manager, NATHAN FEAR…from SEATTLE, WASHINGTON. He’s freaking 402 pounds, and he’s THE LAST TITAN…IVAN…DALKICHEV!”

[Arin gets the hell out of dodge immediately.]

DD: “Mother of God is right. It’s unprofessional, but it’s right. Let’s get this thing started!”

[Go-Go is bouncing up and down at a feverish pace, looking with white hot anger at Balkin, whose attention seems to be evenly split between a pocket of young mothers and Ivan Dalkichev. Ivan doesn’t move much, concentrating his icy glare forward. Off to the side, Nathan Fear gives his one instruction: “You…must…BREAK THEM!”

Go-Go is first to make her move once the bell rings, sprinting across the ring and hitting Balkin with a backstabber! Balkin, completely caught off guard and having the wind knocked out of him, instantly rolls out of the ring; Go-Go reaches through the ropes to try to pull him back, but she can’t quite reach. She is grabbed on the shoulder by a cold, powerful hand, and is brought to her knees by a modified nerve hold. Go-Go struggles mightily, throwing back elbows that hit Ivan in the gut to little effect. Finally, she digs deep and hits Ivan with a Pele Kick, stunning him just enough to loosen his grip on her and create some space. Go-Go holds her shoulder as Ivan stares coldly and begins to march forward. Go-Go does fairly well for the next several minutes, jumping in for quick bursts of offense when she can while avoiding the iron claws of Ivan, though it’s unclear whether or not Ivan is even hurt at this point. Balkin makes his way back into the ring momentarily; Ivan IMMEDIATELY runs forward, and though there’s not much velocity, the “mass” part of the equation results in a significant amount of force behind a Battering Ram that completely levels Balkin. He goes for the cover, and Balkin looks OUT.]

DD: “It’s times like this I’m glad I’m not a wrestler, folks - I don’t care WHO you are, taking a shot like that will make you question LOTS of life decisions! The cover by DALKICHEV - Go-Go breaks up the pin! Didn’t exactly move Ivan much, but she did keep the match alive, maybe to her detriment here - OHHHHH MY. Would you look at Ivan’s eyes?? He looks like he’s set his sights on breaking the luchador!”

[Dalkichev throws warhammer-esque punches towards Go-Go, who deftly dodges underneath them, though one or two were MILLIMETERS from connecting. The crowd noise escalates as they try to pump up the diminutive Latina Fire, who does the best she can to sneak in quick strikes with her legs. Realizing that she needs to figure out a way to get some bigger hits on the giant Russian, Go-Go begins running the ropes, ducking clotheslines, before spring boarding up and going for a leaping DDT - BUT IVAN HOLDS ON, AND NOW HE HAS HIS HANDS ON HER! Go-Go shakes her head no and tries to escape - RELEASE BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX, and Go-Go is sent FLYING across the ring and out through the bottom ropes. Ivan, the only one standing in the ring, flexes his absurd arms for a moment after Fear instructs him to show his strength. Fear then points towards the slowly-rising Balkin, and says “BREAK HIM” with a rumbling anger beneath his voice. Dalkichev sets up Balkin in a standing head scissors, slowly and methodically, before lifting him up.]

DD: “I think Balkin’s going to be in a world of hurt here, and HE’S UP - AND HE’S DOWWWWWN! The Titan Bomb by Ivan Dalkichev, and Harry’s lunch money just got stolen here by Dalkichev! Ivan to one knee - oh, would you look at this lackadaisical cover, he’s just putting his FIST on his chest. Jen Glass makes the count - ONE!


TWO!






SHINING WIZARD BY GO-GO SPECTACULAR! WHERE DID SHE EVEN COME FROM?? Dalkichev is staggered by that shot, and Go-Go’s going for her own cover!


One!


TWO!






DALKICHEV BREAKS IT UP, and boyyyyyy does he look ANGRY! He’s got Go-Go in his clutches, and there’s no escape now - BACKBREAKER to Go-Go, ouch ouch ouch. Wait - lifting her up again - A SECOND BACKBREAKER, and Go-Go HAS to be in agony - no no no, Ivan, don’t do this! Don’t do this!!”

[Ivan has Go-Go in standing head scissors, standing directly in front of the still-down Balkin. Dalkichev looks towards his manager, who coldly nods towards his protege.]

DD: “OH NOOOOOOO…Dalkichev just threw Go-Go down ON TOP OF HARRY BALKIN with a TITAN BOMB, his second of the night! I’m sure he’s just proud of himself as a Russian could be, such brutal violence here - wait, is Jen counting?

JEN’S COUNTING, GO-GO IS ON TOP OF BALKIN -




IT’S A THREE COUNT! IT’S A THREE COUNT! Go-Go Spectacular may have just eaten a big time Titan Bomb, but she ended up on top of Balkin and gets the win!!”





[Nathan Fear is FURIOUS, and begins to scream at referee Jen Glass. Ivan steps forward angrily, and Jen, while no coward, begins to step back. Fear, realizing the implications of attacking an RLW referee, snaps his fingers and his client turns his way. They both seethe as they make their way to the back. Go-Go slowly gets up, holding one arm across her torso, as the referee raises her other hand in victory. Balkin Jr. slowly gets his dad out of the ring.]

DD: “Ivan Dalkichev is part-man, part-MONSTER, but Go-Go gutted out a HERCULEAN CHALLENGE and found a way to win!”

[Danny stands from his seat as the ring empties. Ross Russell comes from the back, carrying a small table with an unknown item sitting on top that is covered in red cloth. Danny picks up an 8.5 x 11 sheet of blue paper and makes his way up the stairs to the ring and shakes hands with his old roommate, Arin McHenry, who hands him his Bob Barker style microphone, Ross standing by next to the table with the covered item.]

DD: “What did you think of our ROSTER MUSCLE FLEXING??”

[wooooooooooooooo]

DD: “We really are lucky here in Red Line Wrestling - we haven’t been around too long, but we already have a kickass group of fans here in CHICAGO-“

[WOOOOOWELOVECHICAGOWOOOOOOOO]

DD: “And a TON of incredibly talented wrestlers in the back! And with that in mind, it’s time for my BIG OL’ ANNOUNCEMENT that will SHAPE THE FUTURE OF THIS VERY WRESTLING COMPANY!! WHO’S READY?”

[WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO]

DD: “Let’s reveal it!”

[The referee lifts the red cloth to reveal a bright red crown, Eastern style with decorative spikes encircling it. A silver stripe wraps around it, with a large silver emblem in the front with the RLW logo in black and red. Oohs and aahs from the crowd.]

DD: “What you see before you is the RED CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP…and WHOSOEVER WEARS THE CROWN is the CHAMPION of Red Line Wrestling! And that’s just part one of the announcement - part TWO is where things get interesting. I have a list here, and on this list are twelve names. The twelve names on this list will be entered into the RED CROWN TOURNAMENT…whomever WINS this tournament will be crowned the inaugural Red Crown Champion!!”

[WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!]

DD: “What makes this tournament REALLY interesting is that each round will have different stipulations. Round ONE will feature FOUR triple threat matches that will take place at SLAMTRACKS 3 and 4 - the four winners of these matches will then be RANDOMLY PAIRED into two tag teams, who will face off against each other at SLAMTRACK 5. The teams better get along, because whichever team finds a way to WIN that tag team match? They’ll go HEAD TO HEAD, at the FIRST EVER Red Line Wrestling Internet Pay-Per-View, called ‘RUSH HOUR’…and the winner will be LITERALLY CROWNED as our first champion! And now, without FURTHER ADO…THE TWELVE who will be a part of the Red! Crown! Tournament!!


BookFace!


…'Tacky' Jack Smiley!


Raucous!


Kid Koala and eKid Nah of the Marsupials of Mayhem!”


[BOOOOOOOOOOOO!]


SAM HILL and J.J. HILL of the House of Hill!”


[YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH]


…'THE BLUE DEMON', Charlie Williams!


…'Latina Fire', Go-Go Spectacular!


…'SCI-FI' Russ Spackler!


…'The Last Titan', IVAN DALKICHEV!


and FINALLY-"






[A figure with long black ponytails beneath a black hooded sweatshirt appears, a leather jawline face mask covering the lower half of her face with markings of a Glasgow Smile. She looks powerful, if not bulky, and stands at the ramp with eyes focused unblinkingly on Danny Dalton. Danny looks back, at a bit of a loss for words.]

DD: “I thought you…WE thought you…you’re here. You’re here for real. I thought Arin was playing a joke on me, but he wasn't…

I HAD a twelfth name on this list, and it seems unfair for me to sell this person short…but this is a unique situation. Here’s what…here’s what we’re going to do. On SLAMTRACK 3, there will be a match, and it will feature the name on this list, and it will feature you…THE SECOND COMING…with the winner taking the last spot in the Red Crown Tournament."

[The crowd, already pumped from the awesome list of names from the tournament, has a true buzz about it with this final wrinkle.]

DD: “Remember folks…Ride the Red Line…” [One final look at Second Coming.] “…and don’t fall asleep.”


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