Riot! 13

Mark Comeau, adorned in the commemorative Invictus t-shirt, stands just outside the door of the number one contender, Legion.

Comeau: Invictus is right around the corner people, and I, Mark Comeau, am going to get you the hottest scoops headed into the biggest night in our company’s history. Starting with my exclusive interview with the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship, Legi….

Just as Mark’s hand moved towards the door leading to the Black Crusade’s locker-room, he finds his approach delayed worse than the arrival of flight 370. Greyson Lovejoy and Sparkles cut him off.

Sparkles: Hey, you Jesse Pinkman wannabe.

Comeau acknowledges the ventriloquist and his abrasive puppet….as well as their odd manner of dress. Greyson seems to be doing his best Royal Tenenbaums homage via his red track suit, while Sparkles is actually wearing….wrestling trunks?

Greyson: We’re about to extend to you a professional courtesy here.

Comeau: Oh?

Sparkles: Yes, by giving you the biggest scoop of the night.

Comeau: Go on.

Greyson: Sparkles and I are headed to the ring to do what no one else is willing to step up and do.

Comeau: That being.

Sparkles: We’re gonna slap those Blacklist bitches around like OJ teaching Nicole Brown to have his dinner ready on time.

Say no more….it’s action time….with Sparkles and Greyson about to get BUSY!

”Trenches” by Pop Evil provides the steak while the action of the IWC superstars add the sizzle. We’re treated to shots of P Clarence Whitman III diving off the bottom rope into a fist drop, Kathryn Pearson and Yvonne Knight delivering stereo shining wizards, Brittany Lohan laying out Gary Matt with the Final Solution…and this is all just the build to the more chaotic and pulse pounding footage. Scenes consisting of Robert log rolling into the legs of Chase Global, Porno Lad and the Harem addressing the fans via megaphone from the balcony, the Black Crusade standing over a pile of bodies in the ring, a blood soaked Ba’al holding up the NHB Championship and finally Taylor Chase laying the World Title on the canvas at her feet.

There’s no more hype, because it’s time to get to the nitty gritty. Axl Rose’s screeching tone is filling the ears of viewers around the world. In the Jungle by Guns & Roses plays while the camera remains fixated on the curtains. They finally part and Sparkles leads the way to the ring, Greyson carrying him along.

Johnny Dollar: Hold on people, before you go checking your DVRs to make sure the right program was recorded, this IS RIOT and not Sesame Street on shrooms.

Susie Moore: GO Sparkles GO!

Dollar: We are actually kicking things off tonight with a puppet challenging the most menacing group in the IWC. Sparkles, accompanied by Greyson Lovejoy, apparently putting it all on the line against the Blacklist tonight.

Susie: This is gonna be cray-cray.

The fans are positively frisky at the sight of the puppet and ventriloquist entering the squared circle.

Greyson: Alright Blacklist, you’ve brought this on yourselves.

Greyson’s voice, try as it may, does not intimidate. So Sparkles takes over, Greyson raising the mic to the puppet’s lips….or well….the area where the lips are SUPPOSED to be.

Sparkles: Mika Kozlov…I want you…I want your tight little Russian ass to come out here and answer for what you did to me back at Last Stand. Cause you’re looking at the two people who are not only going to get up your business tonight, but who are going to wipe the floor with your sexy bod at Invictus. If the Saviors won’t do it, and this roster doesn’t have the balls to do it, then Sparkles and Greyson will. We’re gonna represent, by stepping into Hell in a Cell as Orlando Cruze’s tag team partners…

Susie: EPIC.

Dollar: Did I lace my own drink with roofies this afternoon? I must be hallucinating….Sparkles and Greyson Lovejoy want to be part of Team Icon at Invictus, they actually want to fight the Blacklist inside of Hell in a Cell?

Susie: Guess this is what Sparkles was eluding to when he promised something big on the last NewAge.

Sparkles: But this ain’t Invictus, this is Riot!, and tonight we want just a slice of the Black-bitch pie. So Mika….we’re giving you five seconds to answer our challenge, get out here and give us a piece of DAT ASS….

Harrison: What is this?

The reaction is predictably hostile at the sight of Aaron Harrison. The Blacklist member strides to the stage with mic in hand and puzzled expression on his face.

Harrison: Have we all just been sucked into the middle of a demented Mr. Rogers special? Listen, as cute as I find all of this to be, the Blacklist isn’t about to indulge such idiocy. Mika is busy dealing with business that MATTERS, so you two can head on back down to the set of Muppets Most Wanted and….

Sparkles: If Mika’s “busy,” how about you Harrison?

Harrison: Me….I’m not even about to waste my time on Kermit the Frog’s retarded cousin….

Sparkles: Fine, then what’s got Mika so preoccupied, trying to figure out how many dicks she can fit into her at the same time?

Harrison: I see what you’re trying to do here.

Sparkles: Cause she’s got a lot of holes to plug.

Harrison: Your trying to antagonize me so that I’LL accept this challenge on Mika’s behalf.

Sparkles: Maybe I’ll find her later tonight, and during her match against the World Champion, Greyson and I will come out to help her set a new World’s Record for most dicks in a single body at the same time.

Harrison: Ugh….fiiiiinnnne…..I guess I have a few moments to destroy yet another of IWC’s misguided heroes.

The microphone falls to the stage and Harrison methodically steps down the ramp.

Dollar: Did Aaron seriously just accept this challenge?

Susie: It’s the only way he could shut Sparkles up and keep him from interfering in Mika’s match against the World Champion and the Number One Contender.

AARON HARRISON VS. SPARKLES

Aaron pauses at ringside, glaring menacingly at Sparkles and the trembling Greyson supporting the puppet. This stare-down gives referee Fitzpatrick enough time to rush down the ramp, slide into the ring and signal for the bell. Aaron rolls in himself, and slowly begins to approach his targets, Lovejoy employing Sparkles as a human shield.

With a demented twinkle in his eye, Harrison bends down mere inches removed from the puppet’s face.

Harrison: Play time is over…

Harrison doesn’t realize just how accurate his statement is, but he’s about to learn. With his face in such close proximity to the puppet, it allows Sparkles to open his mouth and for pepper spray to come flying out directly into Aaron’s eyes.

Dollar: What the hell was that!?!

Susie: Sparkles must be a hybrid of a spitting cobra.

The pepper spray has proven effective, temporarily blinding Harrison long enough for Greyson to step forward and deliver a blatant kick directly to his crotch. Referee Fitzpatrick witnesses all of this, but lets it go….giving Greyson and Sparkles a blatant advantage.

Aaron remains stooped over with Sparkles’ arm being wrapped about his neck. Greyson then locks one of his own arms about Harrison’s head as the ventriloquist and the puppet drop back into a stereo DDT.

Aaron flops over onto his back, looking like his brain has been stirred more than a James Bond martini. No one, not even Nostradamus could have foreseen this….Sparkles actually closing in on a victory over the most menacing talent on the roster. Harrison scoops up Sparkles, bends the puppet’s arm and then backs up the turnbuckle. He stands on the middle rope before leaping off, driving Sparkles’ elbow into Aaron’s chest.

Susie: Show-stopping elbow drop…Shawn Michaels, eat your heart out.

Dollar: This has to be the most absolutely ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen…and I sat through Son of the Mask.

Susie: And you lived to talk about it?

All eyes are spellbound by this unfathomable sight, as Sparkles drapes the chest of Harrison and Fitzpatrick drops into position.

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Dollar: There’s no way….No possible way this is happening.

Susie: Sparkles is about to beat Harrison!

Hearts lunge into chests and eyes burst out of sockets as the official is about to….no….Harrison gets his shoulder up mere seconds before Fitzpatrick could slap the canvas for a third time. The dejected fans express their disappointment and Sparkles reacts with outrage.

Dollar: Harrison got his shoulder up…he just prevented the biggest upset in wrestling history.

Susie: How can you say that? It’s entirely probable that Sparkles will win here tonight. Just look at how cut he is.

Though they’re furious over the speed of the official’s count, Sparkles and Greyson collect themselves. They back away and wait for Harrison to reach his feet, while the puppet’s own foot is being elevated in preparation of putting Aaron right back down with the big boot. The two rush forth to deliver this move only to have Greyson run right into a devastating shuffle side kick.

The boot drills the ventriloquist right to the jaw and puts him in an incapacitated state.

Dollar: Gaaah what a kick!

Susie: No….oh thank God….just realized, the boot hit Greyson and Sparkles managed to avoid it somehow.

Dollar: But Greyson is the one operating Sparkl…are we really having this conversation right now?

Sparkles collapses to the canvas after Greyson loses possession of his precious puppet.

An aggravated Harrison swipes his palm across his eyes to remove the pepper spray then steps in and grabs Greyson around the neck. He rolls him to his knees, hooks both arms and then employs his incredible strength to heave Lovejoy into the air. Greyson’s legs are kicking as he hangs upside down, before he is eventually dumped right on top of Sparkles with the Hybrid Theory.

Dollar: Hybrid Theory connects, driving Greyson into Sparkles!

Susie: Sparkles can bounce back from this, I’m sure he can. Hulk up Sparkles…HULK UP DAMN YOU! Someone get Sparkles a shirt to rip.

There will be no torn shirts, no premature bald spots, and no miraculous recovery, Harrison won’t allow it. He crawls over top of Greyson and Sparkles at the same time, pinning them simultaneously. Though reluctant, Fitzpatrick drops down and makes the count.

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The fans react with vile.

Dollar: Awww….Sparkles and Greyson defeated by Harrison.

Susie: Im….Im….Impossible! No one beats Sparkles, no one.

Dollar: Well Harrison just did….which doesn’t bode well for Team Icon if Greyson and Sparkles are really going to be his partners at the pay…..oh come on, you’ve done enough Harrison!

Apparently Aaron feels he hasn’t. He grabs Sparkles off the canvas, letting the puppet hang limp from its clutched wrist. Harrison now drops the puppet directly into his boot, punting it over the ropes and into the crowd.

Dollar: AAAAAAHHH!

Susie: Good God, someone get medical help out here for Sparkles…where are the EMTs, where are the EMTs dammit!?!

Harrison demonstrates he would make a great NFL kicker should he ever retire from wrestling, having sent Sparkles flying all the way into the sixth row. He then follows this up with another kick….one that permanently damages the brain of a kneeling Greyson.

Lovejoy had just got to a crawling base before Harrison cracks him in the temple with that same shuffle side kick he unleashed earlier in this match. The echo of the boot to skull reverberates through the Manhattan Center, where the crazed denizens are verbally jumping all over Harrison. The disgruntled crowd only grows more aggravated when Harrison reaches into his pocket and removes a steel fork.

Dollar: Dammit Harrison….this isn’t necessary.

Susie: At least Sparkles is out of harm’s way.

Dollar: Where in the hell is our security staff? Why haven’t they come out here to stop this?

Susie: Who cares about security, where are the damned EMTs for Sparkles?

Harrison steps over the small of Greyson’s back and digs his fingers into Lovejoy’s nostrils, using this grip to pull the ventriloquist slowly to his knees. The gleam in Harrison’s eyes is almost as disturbing as what he’s about to do with the fork. He bludgeons Greyson’s forehead with the steel prongs, and then does it again, and again and again.

Dollar: This is just disgusting. We saw him do this to P Clarence Whitman III several weeks ago….but it looks like Greyson is getting it even worse.

Susie: If Sparkles hadn’t been injured by Harrison, he’d probably be in there saving Greyson right now.

Blood pools upon Lovejoy’s face, turning it into a mask of sheer crimson. Simply stabbing Greyson isn’t good enough though, because now Aaron embeds the fork into one of the gashes he opened in the forehead and begins to twist the prongs in circles. The wound is further opened and yet even more blood pumps down Greyson’s screaming features.

Howe: Do not heckle this man….

The fans won’t, now that they have someone equally as reviled to direct their hate at. Harrison’s attorney, Martin Howe II, steps through the curtains with microphone in one hand and tie being straightened by the other. He proceeds down the ramp while addressing the hate spewed by the fans.

Howe: If anyone is deserving of character defamation, it is Mr. Orlando Cruze…

Howe steps to the apron and then slides through the ropes, showing absolutely no hesitation to get in the ring with victim and predator. The victim is Greyson, who’s face is comprised of nothing but red and lacerations. The predator is Harrison, who holds Greyson up by his blood soaked bangs.

Howe: You people need to realize that Mr. Lovejoy, nor his puppet, are the victims here…The real victim is Aaron Harrison.

Say what?

Howe: My clients, the Blacklist, are fighting for not only their livelihood, but their survival. They’ve been threatened time and time again with unlawful termination simply because they do not agree with how ‘management’ runs this organization. They have been persecuted by unjust booking practices and treated to unsafe working conditions by a corrupt despot named Orlando Cruze.

Mr. Cruze knows full well that his attempts to back the Blacklist into a wall would result in such scenes of depravity as these.

An open hand gestures to the decimated Greyson Lovejoy.

Howe: In any court of law, Orlando would be prosecuted and found guilty of depraved indifference and criminal neglect. However, there is only one courtroom that the Blacklist finds serviceable to their needs. That courtroom being the confines of the Hell in a Cell. It is within the cell, that Mr. Cruze will be tried and will face a verdict befitting of his unlawful misconduct.

The collar of Howe’s suit is pulled back and the attorney removes a contract, holding it up for all to see.

Howe: And it’s that Hell in a Cell confrontation which brings me to the ring tonight. I hold in my hand the contract for the match pitting Team Icon versus Team Blacklist within Hell in a Cell at Invictus. On NewAge I revealed some of the finer details of this contract, in which it is stipulated that if Mr. Cruze does not find two partners to represent his team by the end of this evening, then he will face all three members of the Blacklist in a 3 versus 1 contest at Invictus. And it now appears that Mr. Cruze has exhausted all efforts to find even a single partner to stand beside him…..

So, it is my pleasure to announce this contest WILL be a three on one handicapped..

Ivy: Hold on Boys!

The fans are on their feet and their jaws are in their palms at the sight of Yvonne Knight occupying the stage. The proud Unity member, who was instrumental in setting up Harrison weeks earlier, glares down the ramp at the very man she, Orlando and Shaun got one over on.

Dollar: Yvonne Knight?

Susie: Where was she when Sparkles needed her the most?

The crowd is giving her quite the response, but it’s only Harrison and Howe she seems intent on getting a reaction out of.

Ivy: You claim there’s no one left to step up and represent Team Icon?

Harrison opens his bloodied palms then uses them to gesture to the destroyed Lovejoy.

Ivy: I’m here to proudly tell you….your WWWRRRRROOOOONNNNGG. You and I still have some unfinished business, Harrison, and after what Mika did to me at Last Stand, coupled with what Montgomery has tried to do to my pupil, Kathryn, I think it’s high time for me to finally put an end to the Blacklist before any more damage can be done. So at Invictus, Orlando has a partner….because I’m officially joining Team Ic….

The sentence is rudely interrupted by way of the Quieter. Lukas Montgomery’s roaring elbow crashes directly into the back of Knight’s head, sending her toppling to the stage.

Dollar: Hey now!

Susie: Montgomery just nailed Ivy….and here I thought Kathryn was the one he was out to nail.

Dollar: He just drilled her right to the back of the neck, the very same area Mika assaulted at Last Stand.

The back of Ivy’s neck has to be throbbing with pain, and yet Lukas has yet to even get started. He grabs her around the neck, stands her up and before Ivy has a chance to respond Lukas plants her with a powerbomb right on top of the stage.

Dollar: Noooo….not again!

Susie: Powerbomb on the stage? HOW RUDE!

The fans are throwing the most epic of hissy fits at the sight of Knight lying vegetative on the stage beside a man who actually grins….Lukas delighting in Yvonne’s destruction. Help finally does arrive, but a little too late to be of any assistance to Knight.

The arrival of X-Class Champion, Kathryn Pearson, and World Champion, Taylor Chase, sends Lukas scurrying away before he can pick at Ivy’s bones like a ravenous hyena. Instead of giving pursuit, Pearson and Taylor remain beside their comrade. Kathryn stoops to check on her mentor, while Tay stands guardian, ever so watchful of the Blacklist who have converged in the ring. Harrison slowly raises his bloodied palm directing it towards Chase.

Harrison: You may have saved Ivy, but you won’t be there to save Orlando at Invictus. No one will..

Mark Comeau, like everyone else, is understandably stunned by all that just transpired in the ring, but he will not allow the destruction of Yvonne Knight and Sparkles & Lovejoy to distract from his interview.

Comeau: Events already going off the rails here tonight, but I’m gonna try to get things back on track…

Mark steps towards the locker-room privately reserved for the Black Crusade….one of many perks afforded to the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship….Legion.

Comeau: I promised to deliver an exclusive interview with the ma….monster who will challenge Taylor Chase for the Title at Invictus…and I’m about to deliver.

Time spent knocking or acting with decorum cannot be afforded considering tonight’s show is moving at a mile a minute. So Comeau just grabs the doorknob, twists and steps inside.

Mika: There’s no reason you should trust me, Legion….

Mark wishes he had knocked when he stumbles into a meeting between Legion, and of all people, Mika Kozlov?

Mika: We’ve never seen eye to eye….except for on one subject. My precious Malishka..We both can think of someone more deserving of her World Heavyweight Championship….and tonight YOU have the power to help Ba’al and I do something to ensure the belt goes to a more fitting representative.

Even though Mika possesses so many physical gifts, its her ability to manipulate that remains her most dangerous asset.

Surprisingly Legion just sits and listens to the diabolical damsel pacing beside him.

Mika: Why wait until Invictus to destroy Taylor? When an opportunity as great as the one given to you tonight is presented, should you not take advantage of it?

Legion’s stare into the floor remains fixed. Either he’s thinking over Mika’s idea, or completely tuning her out.

Mika: Consider this, Legion, you, me, and Ba’al put aside our petty squabbles to deal with our common enemy. We inflict such harm upon her that she will be in no condition to defend the World Heavyweight Title against you at Invictus, all but guaranteeing you the title, and creating the monster we all know she hides inside.

Legion continues to stare into the ground and ‘pretends’ to pay Mika no attention.

Mika: Think it over…Do you believe that Taylor won’t use this opportunity to prove to you that she is a monster? That the second you turn your back on her tonight that she won’t attempt to drop you with the TKO? If she’s capable of betraying those closest to her, like Gary and I, what’s to stop her from doing it to one of her rivals, tag team partner tonight or not? You need to make the first move Legion, if not to put the odds in your favor at Invictus, then do it out of self-preservation.

Mika turns and finally notices Mark occupying the doorway.

Mika: Oh hello Mark, here to interview Legion….?

Comeau: That was the plan.

Mika: I would advise against it….Legion has much to think about.

The camera turns to catch Legion continuing to stare off into the distance.

MOMENTS AGO

A still frame image of Greyson Lovejoy and Sparkles facing down Aaron Harrison is a precursor of the tragic footage about to be witnessed.

Dollar: Bedlam….absolute bedlam is what we saw just before the commercial break.

Susie: I don’t even know if my heart can carry on after what we saw to start tonight’s show.

Dollar: Sparkles came to the ring looking for a fight against the Blacklist’s Mika Kozlov, but instead he got Aaron Harrison, and he got much more than he was anticipating.

We hear Sparkles imply that he and Greyson will stand beside Orlando inside of Hell in a Cell at Invictus, but neither individual is left standing after Harrison takes exception to their thinly veiled threats about interfering in the tag team main event tonight. This prompts Aaron to battle Sparkles and Greyson in a grueling handicap bout, but the final image is of Harrison delivering the Hybrid Theory on both Greyson and Sparkles to finish off the pair.

After punting Sparkles into the crowd, Harrison makes sure that there is nothing left of Sparkles to team with Orlando inside of the Cell, stabbing him repeatedly in the face with the fork.

Susie: Poor Bubbles, I’ll never forget you.

Dollar: It was Sparkles, Susie.

Susie: Oh….him too.

Dollar: And the violence didn’t end with Sparkles, who I do not believe will be recovered in time to team with Orlando inside of Hell in a Cell.

Now Yvonne steps up to the plate, putting her name forth as a potential teammate for Orlando. Unfortunately, much like Shaun Cruze, Nathan Creed, Greyson Lovejoy and Sparkles, Ivy is taken out by the Blacklist for even suggesting she’ll be in the cell. She suffers a grim fate via the powerbomb on the stage delivered at the hands of Lucas Montgomery.

DURING THE BREAK

Dollar: And I really wish I could say that’s where the chaos ended, but things got even more out of control while we were paying the bills.

The footage elapses the time between Yvonne being hit with the powerbomb to being aided to her feet by several members of the roster. In fact, a large portion of the wrestlers in the back have come out to lend Yvonne a helping hand. Taylor stands under one of her arms to prop Ivy up while Andre Jordan stands under the other. The two help Ivy walk around the stage towards the backstage area.

Dollar As you can see, a number of the IWC roster showed up to help Ivy and to check on her condition….but even then tempers managed to explode.

Kathyrn stands on the ramp, longingly watching her mentor being escorted to the back, though her attention soon deviates to the woman who just arrived on the stage. Amanda Blayze steps out and gets a thorough look at Ivy in her precarious position and then lashes out at the X-Class Champion.

Blayze: Where were you?

The insinuation changes the expression on Pearson’s face from one of dread to one of fury.

Blayze: How come you didn’t have her back, huh? I thought you two were tight, that you would do anything to protect your friends. But it looks to me like you just left Ivy twisting in the wind.

Fists clinch and Kathryn’s teeth begin to grind, yet Amanda continues to approach her and continues to turn the knife a little deeper in the pit of Pearson’s stomach.

Blayze: Uh-oh, since you weren’t here to have Knight’s back that must mean you’ve gone over to the darkside, right? That you’ve lost your way? That’s what you would have everyone believing about me. Here’s an idea….why don’t you spend a little less time with your conspiracy theories and direct your energies to protecting your friends?

All of Kathryn’s energy is instead employed to deliver straight right hands to Blayze’s face.

Dollar: Just when things started to calm down, anarchy erupts between the ladies who will face each other in 2 out of 3 falls at Invictus.

Blayze and Pearson exchange wild right hands with one another, twisting down the ramp in the midst of their fight. Finally the roster members who strayed behind after coming out to help Ivy, decide that another impromptu fist fight is the last thing anyone needs at the moment. So individuals such as Gunner Bryant, Layala Storm and others rush in to separate Kathryn and Amanda before there can be anymore bloodshed.

We’re back to catch the tail end of this brawl between Kathryn and Amanda still waging on. Several members of the roster continue trying to pry them apart.

Dollar: And as you can plainly see, Pearson and Blayze are STILL fighting it out here….with our roster desperately trying to keep them off of one another.

The rage inside of Pearson or Blayze will not be easily contained. Amanda manages to wrap her hands around the back of the X-Class Champion’s head, pulling it down and delivering knee strikes to her face. But Kathryn manages to swat aside one of the knees stand up and deliver a vicious haymaker right to Amanda’s jaw, knocking her back into the barricade. Blayze then spins around and almost cracks Kathryn’s ribcage with a back heel kick.

Now that both ladies have managed to weaken one another, the IWC roster has an easier time of pulling them apart. Pearson is led away to one side of the ramp while Blayze is held on the other. Only the roster and the ramp divides these two warring women, passions enflamed on the cusp of their 2 Out of 3 Falls clash with so much on the line at Invictus.

Dollar: FINALLY, some semblance of order being restor…

Rachel Foxx: Are you two done yet?

Susie: You were saying?

Is that the Suicide Queen herself…sure…why not?

Rachel Foxx, representative of the Sinistry, lingers no longer in the backstage area. She takes center stage and everything that comes with it…everything being the spotlight and the damming insults directed at her while standing beneath it.

Rachel: I’m getting a little antsy standing back there waiting for my girl talk with Katelyn Buehler. Soooo if nobody minds I’m just going to mosey on down to that ring and shoot the breeze with my gal-pal.

There are no objections, at least not from the roster, who are way too preoccupied holding apart Pearson and Blayze. So Rachel takes advantage of this, heading towards the ring, traversing the rampway right between the two battling beauties.

Dollar: Now we’re being joined by Rachel Foxx on top of everything else going on? What’s gonna happen next?

Susie: A cthulu sighting?

Dollar: At this point I wouldn’t doubt it.

Instead of peace being restored Rachel Foxx looks to stir the pot. Once in the ring Foxx turns to address her comments to the nearest camera, but she’s talking to the person beyond it….presumably watching from somewhere in the Manhattan Center, that person being Katelyn Buehler.

Rachel: Katelyn…..Kate…can I call you that? I think we’re close enough arent’t we? Seriously, we’ve been inseparable these past few months. Every time you turn around, there I am, and every time I think I’m done with you, you pop up like a weed that just won’t die. I’m afraid our tragic relationship HAS to end though…..Aww…it’s gonna be okay though…here…

A handkerchief is removed from Foxx’s pocket and extended towards the entry way.

Rachel: Use this to wipe your tears…like the tears you shed after your embarrassing defeat at the hands of Taylor Chase a few weeks ago…like the tears that came pouring down your cheeks when your hand was crushed by that frog splash on the last Riot….Like the tears that will once again flow at Invictus when I bring our affair to its inevitable conclusion.

A poignant statement….but it’s not the only one Rachel is here to make. Obviously the grin on her face hides the inner workings of a truly diabolical mind.

Rachel: But knowing you, Kate, you’ll go to any lengths to give yourself an unfair edge headed into this resolution. Sadly, even after everything we’ve gone through together, I still can’t trust you. You’ve displayed a flare for breaking the rules by using weapons to your advantage, such as gavel you used on Chase….and even your own hand brace. Yes, we all saw you use that cast to give you an advantage at Last Stand, and on NewAge. So, being a woman who believes in fairness, I went to Franklin Paradise and insisted that he make a decree that would put us on an even playing field.

What could she possibly be talking about? That smirk on her face might be a clue that it’s something of a reprehensible nature.

Rachel: That decree being the removal of your cast for our match at Invictus.

You assumed correctly, because Foxx’s request truly is inhuman.

Rachel: By the end of this night, two things will happen. Franklin is going to weigh in with his decision concerning your cast, and you, Kate, will be striped of your most powerful weapon.

Rachel has said her peace but just before she exits the ring she remembers something. So Foxx steps back to the center of the squared circle.

Rachel: Oh, and I’m guessing your gonna need this after Franklin makes his announcement.

The handkerchief is dropped in the center of the ring.

Yvonne has regained some of her senses, but is still not in any condition to support her body, which is where Taylor Chase proves so useful. Chase gives Ivy the support she needs to reach their eventual destination, the trainer’s office.

Taylor: We’re almost there Ivy. We’ll get you fixed up before you know it.

Ivy’s head hangs to the side like a slinky stuck between two stairs.

Porno Lad: Bravo…bravo…

The urgency to get Ivy to the trainer is superseded by the physical threat now posed by Porno Lad and his Harem. Kordy, now sporting a tank girl style haircut, and Polly with duct tape over her lips, step up behind Lad, both wearing the Tag Team Titles over their shoulders. And what does Lad wear over his own shoulders…BMW. The tall lady leans against the Original Prankster, beaming the same disgusting smile in the direction of Chase and Knight.

Porno Lad: Another job well done, Tay-Tay….Way to go out there and show the world why you deserve to be in the main event at Invictus….Standing idly by and letting your best friends take a beating for you….real classy.

Taylor: I don’t have time for you, or your hypocrisy Porno Lad…

The World Champion tries to drag Ivy along only to be cut off by the human wall that is Polly Norah.

Porno Lad: I’d suggest you MAKE time for me. Because I WON’T be ignored..

Taylor: No, but you don’t mind being ignorant.

BMW: What you say you pasty faced bitch?

Porno Lad: Language dear, language….Now calm your nerves…

Lad rubs BMW’s arms to calm her down and push her back from Taylor, all the while glancing over his shoulder at the Champion.

Porno Lad: No sense getting all out of shape over something a pathetic weakling says. Besides, anything coming out of her mouth now will be a total afterthought in just a few moments.

Taylor: Afterthought? Funny coming from someone who is thoughtless.

Porno Lad: Listen here WOMAN…you’re gonna be real sorry, because unlike you, I SHOULD be taken seriously. And I’ll prove it when I head out to that ring and HIJACK Riot….The Harem and I are taking over this show and we won’t back down until the IWC caves to our demands. My match against TPKid WILL be taken off the Invictus card, and instead I WILL be inserted into a match far more deserving of my abilities and sheer presence. That match being YOUR World Title bout against Legion.

Taylor: Your serious?

Porno Lad: As serious as a rash on a dick, sweetheart. That match needs appeal, and it needs someone who is a credible threat to Legion….I’m that appeal, and I’m that threat. Face it….you’re no monster and you’re no competition to Legion. You’d have to seriously injure that masked freakazilla to even stand a chance against him….Which we all know is what you have planned when you team with Legion tonight, because deep down, you’re just as bad, if not worse than Mika.

Taylor: Like I said, I don’t have time for you…not now…not ever.

Porno Lad: I’ll say the same thing about you, because WE….(gestures to the Harem)….have a show to take over.

Taylor watches as the Harem head down the corridor for the ring, looking to feed Porno Lad’s insatiable ego by…gasp….hijacking Riot!!

The Evolution Championship is the camera’s focal point. The lens pulls back to show that the belt currently dawns the shoulder of Andre Jordan.

Axl Evermore: Alright everyone, it’s time for your daily dosage of Axl Evermore…OH….and Andre Jordan’s here too.

Evermore stands just off to Andre’s side, wearing a headset with a mic attached to it.

Andre: Thanks for that introduction…

Axl: Okay-okay, let me give this another crack….

A bit more heart is put into this attempt.

Axl: I’m standing here with the NEW Evolution Champion, ANDRE JORDAN….Jordan…Jordan!

A bow is done by Jordan.

Axl: No need to bow to me, Andre…

Andre: Your lucky, I was thinking of throwing a curtsey in there too.

Axl: Thank God you didn’t. Andre, let’s go back and watch how you won the Evolution Title on the last Riot!, shall we?

Andre: By all means.

The shocking title change referenced is now relived as we see Andre fighting an uphill battle against Mika Kozlov. In spite of being blinded before the match even began, Jordan manages to fend off Kozlov long enough to put himself in the driver’s seat via a moonsault. That’s when the tide turns though, thanks in large part to the interference of Chase Global.

Though Andre suffers a beat down by Kyle Black, Gavin Taylor and Lucas Knight…Jordan finds help in the forms of Robert and Romeo, who help even up the odds and give Andre a slim window of opportunity. A window that is busted wide open when Rose Savior employs a taser on Mika then nails her with the Black Rose so that Andre can make the pin and become the new Evolution Champion.

The final image is fittingly Andre standing in the middle of the ring being showered in champagne by Tabitha Silverstone as he holds the Evolution Title high above his head.

Back to the smiling Andre lingering outside the locker-room with Axl at his side.

Axl: Congrats for doing the unthinkable, Andre, by capturing the Evolution Championship.

Andre: Thanks, but I can’t take all the credit myself, I had a lot of help to make sure I overcame the odds of Chase Global and the Blacklist….

Tabitha: Andre….

Jordan’s expression tenses the moment he sees the grave expression on the face of his agent, Tabitha Silverstone. She steps in front of him flailing a document about in her hand.

Andre: Something up, Tabitha? You look like someone just punched your grandma in the kidney.

Tabitha: They might as well of.

She shoves the paper into Andre’s chest, forcing him to take it and read over it.

Andre: What’s this? Another Nike endorsement?

Tabitha: NO….it’s an injunction filed by Chase Global…

Andre: An injunction?

Tabitha: Their filing a lawsuit against both Silverstone Inc, AND the IWC stating that Robert overstepped his bounds as Special Enforcer, and that Gavin was unfairly striped of the Evolution Championship…and that YOU stole the belt.

Andre: Why am I not surprised?

Tabitha: And there’s more….

Andre: Again…not surprised.

Tabitha: They say the only way they’ll stop the lawsuit is if you PERSONALLY hand the title to Gavin tonight.

Andre: Oh…is that all?

Tabitha frowns at the sight of her client taking this threat so lightly.

Tabitha: This is serious, Dre.

Andre: Nah, it’s nonsense….nonsense I’ll deal with tonight.

Tabitha: My agency can’t afford a lawsuit like this…

The belt slides off of Andre’s shoulder before he slaps the big gold centerplate.

Andre: Don’t worry, Tabitha…I’ll deal with Chase Global. And this belt ain’t going nowhere.

We’re back once again in time to catch a rather troubling scene, that of Porno Lad, and the Harem taking up valuable real-estate at ringside. A chair has been positioned for Lad, who slides into it while Kordy and Polly assume the roles of sentinels, watching out for any threats to the man who puts dinner on their plates. BMW on the other hand kneels down beside Lad, making a megaphone ready whenever Lad feels the need to speak.

Dollar: Oh how I wish this was a hallucination brought upon by stress. Porno Lad and the Harem are here at ringside….

Susie: Things going haywire here AND backstage as it relates to Silverstone Inc.

Dollar: I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that Chase Global is threatening to sue the IWC and Silverstone Inc. if Gavin isn’t handed back the Evolution Title tonight, or Porno Lad and the Harem making good on their vow to hijack Riot!

TPKID VS. HURSE

INTRO by DMX hits the speakers and before long the Trailer Park Kid is already headed to the ring.

Dollar: And of course Porno Lad opts to start his HIJACKING at ringside right when THIS particular match is scheduled to happen.

Susie: Yep, two of Lad’s biggest rivals are scheduled to face off here, TPKid…

Dollar: The very man he’s slated to face at Invictus in a lumberjack match…

Susie: And Hurse…

Dollar: The very man he and the Harem have beaten down several times in recent weeks.

Susie: This has the potential to get as explosive as my digestive track after eating an extra-large burrito.

TPKid stops at ringside, overwhelmed with an urge to tear Lad to shreds, and the only thing that keeps him from doing it, BMW. From her kneeling base, she reaches out and wraps arms around Porno Lad’s neck, going cheek to cheek with the smirking prankster.

All the rage boiling within TPKid is stifled….realizing that if he goes after Lad, it’ll just play directly into the Prankster’s plans. So instead Kid will settle for inflicting his wrath on Hurse tonight.

Dollar: BMW and Porno Lad continuing to rub their alliance in TPKid’s face. Do they NOT realize their playing with dynamite?

Susie: I played with dynamite one time, actually it was a fire-cracker. It got lodged in my nostril and I’ve never been able to smell sense.

Dollar: How did it get lodged in your nose?

Susie: I put it there.

Dollar: Why?

Susie: Cause it was a Saturday.

Dollar: Erm…fine…I think what TPKid has in store for Porno Lad is going to be FAR more violent than even having a fire cracker up one’s nose.

”I WANNA BE A GOOD MAN”

Devour the Day is playing throughout the PA system as Hurse proceeds down the ramp. Much wear and tear is showing from the former World Champion after enduring TWO grueling losses on the last edition of NewAge. Fortunately for Hurse, his anger is stronger than his pain. The sight of Porno Lad and the Harem, builds him up rather than tears him down. He points menacingly in the direction of the Original Prankster, who looks unaffected by such threatening gestures.

Porno Lad: Hey….back off Jobby McJobberton….nothing’s keeping me from hijacking this show tonight, so deal with it or get your dick put in the dirt for a third straight week.

His fingers rise and snap in front of Polly and Kordy, compelling the two to action. They step forth to do their master’s bidding only to have Hurse slide into the ring and avoid them.

Dollar: Hurse avoiding a third straight beat down by the Harem.

Susie: I think he was humiliated enough on the last NewAge.

Dollar: In my opinion, which is the only opinion of relevance, Hurse really has nothing to be ashamed of. He wrestled the number one contender Legion, and surprisingly, wasn’t ritualistically murdered, and then he turns around and wrestles our World Champion and actually came close to defeating her a few times.

Susie: For a man who was once as dominant as Hurse, I don’t think ALMOST beating anyone is good enough for him.

Though referee Wright is incredibly distracted by the sight of the Harem at ringside, stopping just short of letting his tongue wag, he still manages to call for the bell. However, Wright isn’t the only one focused on the force intent on hijacking the telecast. Hurse stares with his one good eye over the ropes at the foursome convened beside the ring, yearning to exact retribution upon them.

However, his lack of concentration proves devastating, as TPKid charges up behind him, grabs Hurse around the waist then drops back. Hurse is rollved over onto the back of his shoulders with TPKid seated on his thighs, folding him up beneath and going for a big pin right from Jump Street.

Dollar: Kid making lemonade out of piss, and possibly picking up a win here by catching Hurse with his pants down.

Susie: So gross.

The fans aren’t disgusted, their excited, excited as the official makes the count…even as Wright’s eyes remain fixed to the Harem.

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Hurse kicks out, launching TPKid forward and into the ropes. Kid ricochets off and comes back in at Hurse, who has rolled to his feet and now employs them to carry him forth into a lariat. The bicep nails nothing but air considering that TPKid has managed to drop to his back to avoid the move, and then kips up to his feet once the arm proceeds past his head. Hurse quickly turns around and finds himself subjected to an inverted dropsault, both of Kid’s boots nailing him directly into the chest.

Hurse is sent spiraling into the ropes and eventually spilling through them to the outside of the ring.

Porno Lad: Alright….that’s about enough of this….let the HIJACKING begin!

Porno Lad has the megaphone elevated to his lips in order for the crowd to hear his chants.

Porno Lad: PORNO LAD….PORNO LAD…PORNO LAD!

Polly holds up the marker board with the word ‘CHANT’ scribbled across it. Absolutely no one adheres to this order.

All Hurse’s energy should be put into getting back into the ring, but instead it’s channeled into maintaining his composure. He stands up and runs his hands down his face as he turns to the man seated so close, yet STILL employing a megaphone to amplify his vile words.

Porno Lad: What? What are you going to do, Hurse? Get in over your head again? Fight another battle you can’t possibly win? You’re not timeless like me, Steve-o…I haven’t missed a step, but you can barely keep one foot in front of the other. You don’t have what it takes anymore, Steve-o, least not of all to challenge me….And these people know it…listen to them…listen to them adore their Porno Lad…Porno Lad…Porno Lad!

Hurse is about to put one fist in front of Porno Lad’s face, but instead Hurse feels the wrath of both TPKid’s boots to his upper back. The knock on the spine sends Hurse crashing to the mats and rolling across them to the base of the ramp. TPKid stands up on the opposite side of the ropes, grabs the top cable and prepares to fly over.

Porno Lad: PORNO LAD…PORNO LAD…PORNO LAD!

Kid hesitates just long to pierce Lad with his eyes.

Porno Lad: Okay now let’s chant something totally at random….SUSIE MOORE…SUSIE MOORE…SUSIE MOORE!

Susie: Awww…I’m flattered.

Dollar: You really shouldn’t be.

TPKid sets aside his outrage and then turns back towards Hurse, preparing to go airborne. However, Hurse rushes the ring and reaches beneath the cables, grabbing Kid’s ankles and yanking on them. Kid collapses to his back and Hurse scales to the apron, grabbing the top cable and then pulling himself over into a corkscrew splash, driving all of the air right out of his opponent’s body. Both legs are hooked literally, but the fans are hooked figuratively, glued to the action.

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Lad inches towards the edge of his chair, drawn closer to the ring by the prospect of Kid’s humiliation.

That embarrassment never materializes, because Kid manages to get a shoulder up.

Porno Lad: MACHO MAN…MACHO MAN…MACHO MAN!

The fans aren’t responding, even while Polly extends the marker board with #HIJACK now scribbled across its surface. Hurse drags Kid around to his stomach and then steps over his back, pulling him up into the camel clutch while digging his finger nails directly into the orbital sockets. He begins to grind and tear at the retinas, inflicting as much damage as possible. Clearly he’s picturing Porno Lad’s face on TPKid’s head.

The eyes are not torn from their sockets as Hurse would intend to do, cause Kid manages to force himself up towards his feet. To the delight of many, Kid has reached an upright base with Hurse hanging over his back, still embedding his nails in TPKid’s eyeballs.

A big counter is provided as TPKid reaches back, hooks one of Hurse’s legs and then takes him around the neck, rushing forward and dropping to his seat, hitting a back-pack stunner. Hurse’s jaw ricochets from Kid’s shoulder.

Kid then turns around, stands up and grabs Hurse’s legs, lifting them up so that they are wedged under his armpits. It doesn’t take long for the Trailer Park denizen to roll his adversary to his stomach, straddle the small of the back and apply a liontamer.

Porno Lad: Let’s start a wave people….Oooooooh.

Lad stands up and throws his arms into the air before falling back into his chair. Though Kordelia, Polly and BMW follow Lad’s wave, no one else in attendance joins in.

Porno Lad: Where’s your friggin spirits? How else do you all expect me to save your main event at Invictus if you don’t crap all over every single match? Now I said WAVE!….Oooooooh….

Another attempt is made to get the wave started, only for Lad to fall back into his chair and see the fans stubbornly sitting on their hands. Inside of the ring Hurse is using HIS hands to drag him towards the ropes. He reaches out and manages to ensnare the bottom cable, forcing the official to step in and break the count.

After a four count, TPKid releases Hurse, turns with his legs still trapped under his pits then falls back, catapulting his opponent throat first into the bottom cable.

Hurse’s neck snaps against the bottom cable and the back of his head cracks the hard section of the apron in the process. He then lies there looking spent, brain rattled by this concussing blow. TPKid exacerbates this punishment though, standing up, grabbing the top rope and pulling himself over into a big leg drop. He connects right across Hurse’s throat, and sends him into convulsions.

Porno Lad: Ooooooohhh….

The Harem wave comes back around to Porno Lad.

Dollar: In spite of Porno Lad’s distraction, TPKid and Hurse are continuing to put on a fast paced and intense confrontation here.

Suise: Surprisingly, every time Lad opens his mouth, both Kid and Hurse get even more physical.

Dollar: Funny how that seems to be working.

Hurse’s head remains stretched over the apron as TPKid rushes across the mats, leaps into the air and drives both feet into the side of his opponent’s head. TPkid lands on the apron in the process of nailing this basement dropkick that sends Hurse rolling back into the ring clutching at his wounded skull.

The fans really wish they could enjoy this action, but Porno Lad is making it next to near impossible.

Porno Lad: Everybody, yeah…rock your body, yeah!

Dollar: Is Porno Lad actually singing the lyrics of his entrance music? Good God someone put a bullet in my head now.

Susie: I don’t have a bullet, but I do have a firecracker I can put in your nose.

Porno Lad: Rock your body, right…Backstreet’s back, alright.

Polly holds up the marker board with the message “EVERYBODY!” jotted down, trying to inspire the masses to sing along with the lyrics. They would rather eat a bucket of lard than join in with this song.

Try as he may, TPKid finds it harder and harder to ignore Porno Lad. He takes his focus off of Hurse for only a moment, and it proves costly. He begins to slide through the ropes into the ring when Hurse charges in at his side and delivers a big knee strike to his jaw. Kid falls back against the ropes, with his arms draping the cable to keep him upright.

Hurse then delivers a knee to his ribs and a few devastating European Uppercuts to the chin. He then hauls off and delivers a nasty knife edge chop to the sternum. He inflicts as much grieves harm on Kid while he’s got him in this prone condition before finally launching his opponent off into the opposite cables.

But TPKid reverses the whip and instead sends Hurse into the far ropes. He bounces off, comes back in at Kid, who rushes forward for a lariat and connects with nothing. Much like Kid earlier in this match, Hurse drops into a slide under the inbound arm. He then stands up behind his opponent and charges in behind him only to have Kid lunge into the air, going for another inverted dropsault.

This time Hurse manages to side step the boots though, causing TPKid to land on his back with nothing to show for his troubles. Hurse rushes in and stoops down over TPKid only to have boots wedge to his chest. TPKid goes to kick him off but Hurse manages to hold onto one of the ankles even as he is pushed back. Hurse falls onto his back holding onto the ankle and then rolling over to his side, pulling TPKid to his stomach. He then steps over Kid’s back, pulls up on the chin and digs the fingers into the eyes, going for the Three Blind Mice.

Just as Hurse begins to embed his nails in his adversary’s eyes, TPKid manages to employ his surprising strength to stand up and heave his opposition up into a back-pack stunner position. He begins to charge forward into the counter but Hurse manages to free himself and slip down Kid’s back, twisting his body around in the process. He catches Kid around the waist and drags him down into the sunset flip.

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Kid rolls backwards out of this predicament and onto his feet before charging at Hurse with a big right hand, only to have it caught. Hurse drags him down to the canvas and begins to apply the Eye Altering. He has the crossface established while grinding his wrist tape across Kid’s eyeballs.

Porno Lad: YOU SCREWED BRET….YOU SCREWED BRET….YOU SCREWED BRET!

Kordy is running around the ring slapping the barricade and trying to get the crowd to chant along but they refuse to participate in Porno Lad’s shameless attempts to hijack this telecast.

Dollar: Dammit Lad, are you going to let us get even the slightest bit of entertainment out of this match?

Susie: I think we both know the answer to that question.

It finally at long….long…LOOOOONG last comes to Porno Lad’s attention that the fans are NOT supporting his cause.

Porno Lad: What’s wrong with you people? Don’t you realize this is your opportunity to get your precious legendary Porno Lad out of a match with a bottom feeder, and into a match more befitting a man of my talents? I’m Porno Lad…I deserve BETTER…and you people do to. So it’s time we kick this hijacking to the next level.

Once again Lad snaps his fingers above his head, enticing all three members of his Harem to approach the ring.

Within the squared circle Hurse still has TPKid trapped in the modified crossface where the one eyed combatant grinds his wrist tape against his opponent’s orbital sockets. Somehow Kid hangs in there, refusing to submit to this blindingly painful….literally….submission hold.

It’s at this point, when all hope seems lost for her ex-lover, that BMW climbs up onto the apron, leaning over the ropes and getting a closer look at Kid’s ruination. Official Wright, after fixing his collar and checking his breath, steps in and cuts off BMW, consorting with the tall beautiful drink of chocolate. Behind his back, Polly and Kordy are sliding into the ring and are instantly all over Hurse.

Dollar: Oh COME ON! BMW distracting the ref and now Hurse is getting pummeled by the Harem…

Suise: AGAIN!

The grin on Porno Lad’s face is so wide it look like he has a half a watermelon shoved in his mouth. The smirk is brought about at the sight of Price and Norah throwing Hurse out of the ring like he’s nothing more than garbage. They then pounce on an ailing TPKid, removing him from one hold in order to apply another. Kordy locks in the Hello Kordy, and Polly has the Scene of the Crime established. The high angle arm bar in conjunction with the modified ankle lock has the fans foaming at their lips in anger.

Susie: The Harem softening up TPKid….

Dollar: Their trying to do as much damage to him as possible before he faces Porno Lad at Invictus.

With TPKid caught in this prone state, ailing from two simultaneous submissions, Porno Lad looks to take advantage of his prone predicament. He methodically climbs up onto the apron and folds back the sleeves of his shirt signifying that he is about to get his hands dirty…or more accurately….his feet. The nearest turnbuckle is ascended as Lad prepares to deliver the fatal blow…a Double Stomp on the man already rendered helpless by the submission holds of the Original Prankster’s minions.

Susie: He’s gonna get that lumberjack match against TPKid canceled one way or another.

Dollar: And it looks like he’s going to do it by ending TPKid’s wrestling career.

The crowd cringes in anticipation of seeing Porno Lad nail the Double Stomp….but that cringe changes to mouths fully agape when Sophie and Mark O’Brian, Total War, come rushing down the ramp.

Dollar: Total War says ‘nuh’ uh.’

Susie: We’re about to see another run in between them and the Harem.

It’s party time….excellent…as Total War slides into the ring behind Wright’s back. The official is still flirting with BMW, tuning out absolutely anything else going on around him…even if that anything happens to extend to a full on fight between the Harem and the O’Brian’s. Sophie has hold of Kordy’s hair, pulling her off of TPKid and to her feet before blasting her to the jaw several times with a forearm. Price is knocked back into the ropes and now Sophie charges in and delivers a lariat that flips then both up and over the cables.

Polly breaks the Scene of the Crime and rushes to cut Mark off, driving her shoulder into his ribs and spearing him backwards into the ropes. The two spill through the cables and land on the outside mats where blows instantly begin to be traded between the power behind the Harem and the power behind Total War.

Porno Lad surveys all of this from his perch upon the turnbuckle, appearing livid that his attempts to hijack Riot, and to cripple TPKid, have been ruined. His eyes are glued to the violence between his ladies and Total War, completely ignoring the fact that TPKid has recovered and not realizing the perilthis places Lad in before it’s too late.

Lad feels his wrist being tugged, and turns focus back to the ring just as TPKid is about to slam him down into it. Kid steps up the turnbuckle, climbing up after Porno Lad and placing him in a front chancery, setting up for a superplex from the top rope. It seems Porno Lad’s fate is all but sealed before he leaps off the turnbuckle to the outside of the ring, grabs Kid around the back of the head in the process and drags him down throat first into the top rope.

Dollar: It looked like TPKid had him, but Porno Lad manages to slip through the back door yet again.

Susie: Makes sense, Porno Lad has told me he wants to slip in through my back door several times in the past.

The disheartened masses watch as Kid’s head snaps back from the cable and his body goes twisting right into the waiting clutches of Hurse. He stoops forward and catches TPKid coming in, heaving him up onto his shoulders then pushing him over into the More than Meets the Eye. The GTS in which one of Hurse’s knee blasts TPKid directly in the pupil connects, rendering his opponent void of consciousness.

Dollar: TPKid staggers right into the More than Meets the Eye. Hurse may finally have that elusive win he’s been looking for for months…and he….owes it all to Porno Lad. Jesus, the thought makes me want to shower.

Susie: I prefer bubble baths so I can play with my rubber ducky.

Kid is totally laid out and Hurse is finally about to pick up the one thing he has been unable to achieve since IWC’s rebirth….a victory. It takes him a while to get his wounded body into gear, but he finally manages to crawl into the cover, hooking the far leg in the process.

BMW finally drops away from Wright once she realizes that her ex-boyfriend is being pinned, allowing the official to get back to his duties. Stuart is just finishing up putting BMW’s digits in his Iphone before at last assuming the position.

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Dollar: Has Hurse done it….has he FINALLY picked up a win?

The answer to that is negatory…TPKid’s shoulder rockets from the canvas before his arm falls limp over his chest.

Susie: Mr. Oil Stains got his shoulder up! Somebody give him a carburetor he can fix as a reward.

Dollar: What is it going to take for Hurse to get a win?

The same question is hounding Hurse at the moment. He sits up on the canvas longingly glaring at official Wright, wondering how victory could have escaped him AGAIN.

With Total War and the Harem having fought to the backstage area, and Porno Lad no longer running his mouth at ringside, the fans are at last free to enjoy this confrontation. So it’s only natural then that Hurse would go to end it. He stands TPKid up and drags his almost lifeless body into his shoulders, once again setting up for his GTS variant.

He is about to throw him up and over his shoulders only for Kid to twist and slip free. He lands on his feet behind Hurse, wraps arms around his waist and drops into a backwards roll up. Hurse ends up on the back of his shoulders with Kid seated across the back of his legs.

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Hurse rolls back himself, reversing their positions, seated on top of Kid’s thighs and folding him like an accordion.

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TPKid launches Hurse off of him and to the center of the ring.

Dollar: These two almost getting each other with the very move that started this confrontation.

Susie: Yet their still going at it.

TPKid has rolled to his feet right in time to catch Hurse charging in. The former World Champion finds himself heaved into the air and driven down by a TPKid spinebuster. Immediately after dumping his opponent against the canvas Kid flips forward into the jackknife cover.

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To everyone’s surprise, Hurse manages to wrap his arms around TPKid’s waist and bridge both of their bodies up and off of the canvas. They then twirl around into position for Hurse to go for the backslide. However, TPKid continues their twirl, pulling Hurse out of his pin attempt, and catching him around the neck in the process before dropping him across the back of his head upon Kid’s elevated knee.

The modified neck-breaker sends Hurse rolling across the ring clutching at his wounded skull. TPKid then rushes across the ring and leaps over the ropes, grabbing the top cable as he twists around to land on the apron.

Dollar: Trailer Park Dump coming.

TPKid pivots between feet in anticipation of hitting his springboard Canadian Destroyer, waiting for what seems like an eternity for Hurse to reach his feet.

The ailing Hurse can barely maintain his own body weight, but somehow his adrenaline compels him to reach his feet, turning unwittingly into his own destruction. TPKid is about to spring to the top rope when he spots Porno Lad encroaching from the corner of his eye. Kid stomps down at the apron to let Lad know he sees him, prompting the Original Prankster to leap back and defensively hold up his palms acting innocent.

Kid then turns back towards the ring and springs to the top rope, flying off and traveling right into Hurse, landing directly on top of him…directly on top of his SHOULDERS. Hurse catches TPKid in mid-flight and now goes to deliver the More Than Meets the Eye.

Hurse throws Kid up and over his shoulders into the GT-NO! In mid-air, TPKid twists his body, lands on Hurse’s shoulders and then snaps back into the pinning hurricarana.

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Hurse’s legs kick desperately to break free of the arms TPKid has wrapped around them, but there is no escape.

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The crowd has an intense response to this dramatic close, everyone leaping to their feet as TPKid falls to his knees.

Dollar: It looked like Hurse had the win in his clutches and yet again he is DENIED!

Susie: The grease monkey manages to steal the….YYYAAAHH!

Susie’s roller coaster of reactions is brought about by the sight of Porno Lad’s boot smashing TPKid in the back of his skull.

The moment Kid collapses to his stomach, Lad and BMW are kneeling at his sides laying into his body with a barrage of clubbing blows.

Dollar: Porno Lad and what’s left of his Harem are not through with TPKid yet.

Susie: Like I said, if hijacking the show doesn’t help get Lad out of that lumberjack match at Invictus..then injuring TPKid surely will.

Dollar: Why can’t Lad just get the clap and die a horrible, miserable death?

Susie: Can the clap actually kill you?

Dollar Only if your name is Scotty Riggs and we’re talking about your career.

The crowd is all over Porno Lad, but his mind is no longer obsessed with their reaction, it’s on injuring TPKid. BMW proves invaluable in this task, actually pinning Kid’s arms behind his back and forcing him up to his knees. BMW has rendered her former lover incapable of a defense, subjecting him to the venomous words spoken by Porno Lad.

Porno Lad: You think that impressed me? You’re STILL the skidmark….and I’m STILL standing high above all the rest. You don’t deserve to face me at Invictus…you don’t deserve it.

Porno Lad steps back and is about to prove his point by delivering the Epic Fail, mere moments from busting the teeth out of TPKid’s mouth. Though it’s the mouths of the fans that are left dropping when they see that same huge black woman who attacked BMW on NewAge, rolling into the ring.

Dollar: HEY! It’s that same…..whatever that is….that attacked BMW last week.

Susie: And she’s coming to TPKid’s aid once again.

BMW drops the arms of TPKid and then goes walking into a very chubby bicep. This monstrous woman delivers a lariat that puts BMW down to the canvas. She then gives hot pursuit to the Black Magic Woman, chasing her out of the ring.

Porno Lad reacts too late, trying to catch this behemoth before she can do any further damage to BMW, but the big woman has already cleared from the ring and evaded his grasp. Lad shouts over the ropes for BMW to get back up and fight, which she tries to do, but her blows have little effect on the lady assaulting her.

It’s just then that goosebumps form on Porno Lad’s skin, feeling a disturbance in the force. The crowd’s energy clues him into the presence of TPKid right behind him.

Dollar: Oooooh Porno Lad…looks like you forgot someone.

Susie: The skid-mark.

Porno Lad’s whole body tenses as he turns to stare down the man who’s lips twist into a grin.

Dollar: I think Porno Lad just left a skid-mark in his own underpants.

The fans toy with the idea that Lad is about to get what’s coming to him but those dreams are dashed the moment that the Original Prankster leaps through the ropes. Yet again he evades TPKid’s wrath, backing up the ramp and laughing as he taps his temple with his finger. He just completely abandons BMW to the wrath of the huge woman pulverizing her at ringside.

Dollar: Damn-damn-damn…Porno Lad runs away AGAIN!

Susie: Every time…EVERY TIME TPKid thinks he’s got Lad…

Dollar: Hold that thought, Susie.

Susie: I’ll forget it in half a second.

Porno Lad is bewildered when he finds his grin mirrored by TPKid. Suddenly Mr. Hush and Silence rush up behind Porno Lad, grabbing him by the back of the head and pants then charging him down the ramp and rolling him into the ring.

A shocked and confused Porno Lad just begins to stand up, and before he can even begin questioning how he got back in the squared circle he finds his head driven into it via the Canadian Destroyer. TPKid flips Lad completely over and at long last feels the satisfaction of crushing his skull.

Dollar: The Black Crusade not allowing Porno Lad to get away unscathed this time.

Susie: Two of the competitors who will stand outside the ring for TPKid’s and Porno Lad’s lumberjack match at Invictus, make sure that Lad got what was coming to him here tonight.

TPKid kneels beside Porno Lad, staring down into the barely conscious features of the man he’ll inflict far greater punishment on come Invictus.

TPKid: No more running Ethan….

Kid’s huge gal pal steps up behind the kneeling TPKid, engulfing him in her shadow.

Mr. Hush and Silence back up the ramp swiping their palms as if they just finished taking out the trash.

Hurse watches all of this unfold from his kneeling base outside of the ring.

But the final visual once all is said and done…the only image that captures the fixation of the fans….is that of a kneeling TPKid embracing with his huge black beauty over the unconscious body of Porno Lad, the man he will at last clash with an Invictus in their long anticipated lumberjack match.

Rachel Foxx taps her nail to the crease of her elbow, arms crossed over her chest and head titled to the side. Her patience is definitely being tested, and she’ll be lucky to receive even a C-. At last the door she’s been lingering outside of pops open and General Manager Frankie Paradise emerges from within.

Frankie: Ya’ know, I’m really startin’ to get pissed with all these haters calling me the Blacklist’s bitch..

Paradise vents into his IPhone, so worked up he barely even notices Rachel waiting in the hallway.

Frankie: I don’t know how these crazy rumors got started, because I ain’t no one’s bitch, ya feel me?

Rachel: Ahem.

The attempts to get Paradise’s attention are less than subtle, extending beyond a mere cough. She even shoots her foot forward and lightly kicks Frankie in the ankle.

Frankie: Speaking of something I’d like to feel….How ya doin’ Foxxy?

The phone is lowered from his ear.

Rachel: How long am I to be left waiting?

Frankie: Wacha talkin bout Foxxy?

Rachel: You promised me a decision regarding Katelyn Buehler’s arm-cast.

Frankie: I did? Oh YEAH…I did…sorry, been totes taking it under advisement.

Rachel: Under advisement? That’s NOT what I’ve been waiting to hear.

Arms fall over Frankie’s shoulder as Rachel leans in threateningly.

Rachel: I need to know if you’re going to take away Buehler’s advantage or not.

Frankie: Well….it’s not as simple as all that….

Rachel: Sure it is….don’t make this complicated, Franklin. Because if you do, the Blacklist will be the last thing you need to worry about.

Frankie: Okay…okay…chill out hotness….I’ll have an announcement for you before the end of the night.

Rachel: No….you’ll have an answer for me right now. Come along Franklin.

Foxx hooks Frankie’s arm around her own, the two interlocking their elbows.

Frankie: Where are we going?

Rachel: To the ring.

It takes only a light tug on the arm to make Frankie compliantly follow along behind the Suicide Queen.

NOW ON DVD

Though she is suffering her own wounds and contusions, BMW is able to support the man who is far worse for wear. Porno Lad hangs off of his subordinate, who desperately attempts to support all of his dead weight. Presumably BMW is helping Lad to the Trainer’s Office, where medics will be far better equipped to assist him….as if there’s actually a person on earth capable of helping Porno Lad.

Before they can reach their destination, they find a huge hurdle blocking their way in the form of Legion and his colleagues, Silence, Mr. Hush, and Al. The number one contender glares down at Lad and the trembling BMW with contempt in his eyes. The ailing Prankster glares right back, embittered and full of hate at the sight of the duo so instrumental in his humiliation.

Porno Lad: Have…..haven’t you all done enough yet?

Silence: What do you mean? Oh…are you STILL upset because we threw you to the wolf?

Porno Lad: STILL? It just happened!

Silence: No need to hold into grudges, Porno Man, it’s very unhealthy.

Porno Lad: Laugh now…but I SHALL be vindicated…my Harem will avenge me at Invictus…they will…oh yes…they WILL.

Silence and Mr. Hush share in their amusement at the thought of the Harem’s wrath.

Porno Lad: And YOU!

Lad employs a Hogan-esque finger point in Legion’s direction that would have Michael Cole orgasming as he shouts the word VINTAGE.

Porno Lad: I know you had your hands in this….you sent your cronies out to do your dirty work for you, didn’t you? Because you know that if my hijack succeeded that I would have been added to the main event at Invictus, meaning YOU wouldn’t be walking out of that match as Champion.

No speech is necessary, Legion’s aggravated body language conveying his message.

Porno Lad: Got nothing to say, huh? GOOD…because there’s no refuting my comments. And there’s gonna be nothing that changes the fact that Porno Lad or no Porno Lad, you’re STILL going to lose at Invictus. You want to know why?

Silence: By all means, enlighten us.

Porno Lad: I’m not talking to you….Cause Porno Lad only converses with his equals, and no woman will ever be my equal…

Lad almost falls over when he tries to stand on his own two feet. Somehow he manages to stand upright in spite of his legs wishing to buckle, refusing to look weak in front of Legion.

Porno Lad: Speaking of women who have no business talking to the Mega-Face, I couldn’t shut Taylor up earlier tonight…she just kept flapping her lips and flapping her lips about being a MONSTER…and going to ANY lengths necessary to keep the World Title…She’s gone into total Mika Kozlov mode….the bitch is psycho. That doesn’t bode well for you. The way she worded things, I’d suspect that she’s gonna totally drop the hammer on ya the second ya turn your back tonight. You just watch and see…you just watch and see. If Taylor’s willing to play with MAGGOTS to retain her title….she’ll have no issue cracking your big ugly mug with the TKO…

Legion simply shakes his head and walks away, leaving a white knuckled Porno Lad swaying in the corridor. Silence, Mr. Hush and Al linger for only a moment in order to wave childishly to the aggravated Pornster before finally leaving.

Porno Lad: BMW?

BMW: Yo?

Porno Lad: Catch me.

The bravado took all of Porno Lad’s remaining strength out of him, causing his body to go tumbling backwards into BMW’s waiting arms.

MOMENTS AGO

We are treated once again to the closing moments of the TPKid versus Hurse match….because lord knows there can NEVER be enough replays during a wrestling show. Thank goodness for filler.

Dollar: If your just joining us on Riot, well poo-poo on you.

Susie: Yes, cause you don’t want to miss a second of the final show before Invictus. It’s been MEGA-HUGE! Just like Jay Leno’s chin.

Dollar: Before the break we saw TPKid and Hurse clashing while…ugh…Porno Lad sat at ringside, and in spite of the distraction that Lad posed, these two managed to put on an intense confrontation.

Surprisingly TPKid and Hurse overcome the persistent annoyance of Porno Lad at ringside, the two going back and forth, all culminating to a stunning conclusion. TPKid springs off the top rope going for his rendition of the Canadian Destroyer, but ends up landing on top of Hurse’s shoulders. He then throws Kid into the air and goes for the More Than Meets the Eye, only to find his move countered into a pinning hurricarana.

Dollar: In the end it looked as if Hurse had the win but TPKid managed to catch him with the roll up and put him away for the three.

Susie: That has to be a devastating blow to Hurse’s morale.

Dollar: Which would explain why he’s still in our ring.

Cameras return live to find Hurse pacing the canvas bare-footed, microphone in one hand and wrestling boots in the other.

Hurse: So, another Riot, and another loss for Hurse.

His chin dips towards his chest.

Hurse: Kind of reinforces what everyone has been saying about me, hasn’t it? Maybe Porno Lad is right…maybe Ba’al is right…maybe KATELYN BUEHLER is right…You can only hear about how much you suck before you start to believe it. Though I guess their accusations are kinda supported by fact. All I do is come to this ring and lose…lose…lose…That’s not the legacy I want to leave to my son….

Hurse brushes his eyes with the back of his forearm.

Hurse: I need Barry to know his father as the winner I used to be, and not the loser I am today.

Not the man who just stood in this ring and tasted defeat AGAIN.

Dollar: Erm…I think Hurse is about to make a major announcement here.

Susie: That he stole his eye-patch from the Governor?

Hurse: Look at me….I’m falling apart. I have a missing eye, herniated discs in my back and my neck, non-existent cartilage in both knees….I’m pretty much held together by nothing but pins, bolts and metal….It’s time…it’s past time actually for me to do what I couldn’t reconcile with doing before reality caught up with me. I have to let my body mend, and for time to heal the damage I’ve done to my legacy. I have to go home and deal with my personal life that is in worse condition than my body. So tonight, ladies and gentlemen, you’ve witnessed my final match here in the IWC.

There are crestfallen responses from the fans who still fondly recall Hurse’s many achievements…achivements that will never again be relived.

Hurse: I….I….

A tear is rubbed away by his forearm.

Hurse:….HAVE to do this. I hope you all understand…I can’t be a liability to my friends, to my family, and to my legacy. My stubbornness has cost me EVERYTHING! I’ve LOST IT ALL. And now the time has come for me to try to take some of it back.

Symbolically Hurse begins to lower the boots to the canvas.

Hurse: So with that said, I just have one last thing to tell the fans who have been with me through every step of my career….THANK….

What has come over me?
What madness taken hold of my heart,
To run away
The only answer!
Pulling me away,
To fall upon the night

The Night by Disturbed is playing over the PA system and the sounds of a revving engine can be heard filling the building. All eyes, especially the one in Hurse’s head, turn to the entry way where a Venom GT is driving around the stage.

Dollar: What are we seeing here?

Susie: IWC capitalizing on the Fast & Furious trend? With less dead Paul Walkers?

The door of the million dollar plus vehicle flies open and William Mason emerges.

Dollar: It’s MASON…William Mason has at long last arrived!

Susie: Good, because this guy has got more hype than Glacier.

After the endless hype….the countless vignettes and all the social media buzz, the fans are beyond jacked to see Mason finally set foot in the Manhattan Center. Unfortunately, Mason’s arrival comes at the expense of the appalled Hurse dead center of the ring.

Hurse’s piercing eye watches William ‘Don’t Call Me Blake’ Mason, stepping up onto the ramp where he fixes his solid gold cufflinks and showers in the yellow pyrotechnics raining down from the rafters. He turns to show off his lavish suit and then heads down the ramp where Hurse remains.

Given the expression on Hurse’s face, he obviously takes exception to this interruption. But why should Mason care? He doesn’t, hence the smirk on his face as he steps through the ropes, carefully holding a microphone in one hand while pinning his gray suit jacket to his stomach.

Mason: This is actually pretty fitting if you think about it, Hurse….

Mason speaks, with the fans hanging on every word like fish baited by a worm.

Mason: This is literally out with the old, in with the new.

The crowd is less than subtle with their responses to William’s comments. While many are still enthused to see him in the ring, others take umbrage to the discouraging insult directed at Hurse.

Mason: So why don’t you exit William Mason’s ring, so that I can give these people cause to once again be entertained? Your retirement, it isn’t relevant. These people stopped caring about you A LOOONG time ago. Their fed up with mediocrity, and need to embrace someone who is truly exceptional. A WINNER! This company, and these people NEED William Mason….the man who has it all!

Hurse doesn’t say a word in response to this, he just continues to look down at the very canvas he was seconds ago about to walk away from forever…about to.

Mason: You talk about your Son, Jerry is it…?

Hurse’s eyes finally do bolt from the canvas straight to William’s smirking face.

Mason: You want Jerry to have a legacy that he can emulate? I can help…Because instead of trying to be like you, which means he’ll end up being an underachiever and constant disappointmenr ….he can now look towards me….a self-made billionare…as his inspiration.

Hurse: You know what Mason….

Mason takes exception to this interruption.

Hurse: You’re right about a lot of things.

Mason: Naturally.

Hurse: You are a walking inspiration. You’ve certainly inspired me to change my mind tonight. But ummm…I hate to correct you here….there were a few things you WERE wrong about.

Mason: Wrong? What could I possibly be wrong about?

Hurse: You don’t HAVE IT ALL, because I can think of at least one thing your missing.

Mason: And what’s that?

Hurse: A match at Invictus. But you’ve inspired me to fix that.

The boots are dropped not as a symbolic sign of Hurse’s retirement, but so his hands are free to be thrown directly into William’s jaw.

Dollar: Hurse has heard enough from the debuting William Mason, he is all over the billionaire!

Susie: Beat him for Jerry.

Dollar: His son’s name is Barry, Susie.

Punch after punch after punch drills Mason to the jaw, eventually causing him to lean against the ropes for support. Hurse then grabs William’s hundred dollar shirt, rips it open and delivers a knife edge chop across the sternum. A loud woo can be heard from the crowd while Hurse turns away from Mason, exuding something we haven’t seen from him in a long…long time….PASSION. The crowd feeds his emotion….compelling him to turn around and go for another knife edge chop. Unfortunately, what he turns to is the heel of his boot being slammed directly into his ‘good’ eye.

Dollar: YOUCH!

Susie: William swinging Hurse’s boot right into his eye…His ONLY eye.

Hurse has been blinded by the blow, his eye already swelling shut and leaving him incapable of seeing the boot traveling into the back of his skull. William knocks Hurse to the canvas upon his knees while Mason swings the boot into his upper back and his neck several times.

Dollar: Somebody stop this….Where the hell has security been all night?

Susie: They didn’t come out to help Yvonne…they didn’t come out to help Sparkles…and now they’re nowhere to be found when Hurse is getting his behind whooped.

After delivering one last blow with the boot, William turns his back on the unconscious Hurse. He uses his own shoes to swipe the canvas, as if kicking up dust into the face of the unconscious ‘legend’. This is the final act of disrespect shown by Mason….at least in regards to tonight. He fixes his shirt as best as he can before leaving the ring, not even looking back at the victim left with several huge welts on his head.

Dollar: William Mason has just thoroughly embarrassed Hurse.

Susie: Embarrassed him? He might have just blinded him.

Dollar: Well if Hurse is still capable, he’ll apparently have his chance at revenge come Invictus.

William continues to mosey on up the ramp like this whole ghastly scene was nothing more than another day at the office. For Hurse, it proves to be one of the worst days of his life. Can he turn it all around at Invictus?

EARLIER TONIGHT

After a deluge of chaos….peaceful violin music and an elegant restaurant are a welcomed change of pace. And the sight of Abigail Lindsey is always a plus. With cellphone in hand, she waits in the bar section of this lavish eatery, feverishly texting and looking all together antsy.

Host: Ma’am….

With towel flung over forearm and a gentlemanly aura about him, the restaurant host approaches Abi, finally tearing her focus from her phone.

Abigail: Hey now…careful with that ma’am nonsense.

Host: Your table is ready.

Abigail: Yay….lead on.

She gestures towards the tables beyond the bar.

Host: Umm…is the rest of your party about?

Abigail: No….

She says with a cringe.

Abigail: But my girlfriends will be here soon.

Host: Great.

Abigail: You might not be singing that tune in a few minutes.

Host: Are your friends a rowdy sort?

Abigail: You can say that.

The camera turns just enough to catch the image on Abigail’s phone….a Twitter profile pic of Brittany Lohan.

Marie Jones: It’s just a shame that you and Silverwolf can’t be on the same page.

These words are spoken by a seated Marie Jones and directed towards a pacing Jackson Adams. The former leader of the Alpha Generation pauses in mid-stride to address the woman who was part of another group he had quite the history with.

Jackson: You can’t be serious.

Marie: I’m as serious as the beat-down I put on Frankie last week.

Jackson: Me and Walker getting along? I think I’d have an easier time befriending a wood chipper.

Marie: Just saying that if you and Aerik got through this rough patch, and you know, could possibly stop that whole putting each other through tables thing, maybe we could reform Apocalypse.

Jackson: Apocalypse? You’re STILL going on about that?

Marie: Why shouldn’t I be? Just look at the way we’ve been treated. I had to fight a member of management just to get them to stop dicking around with my career, and you, Adams, good lord, I’ve never seen anyone so disrespected.

Jackson: Valid points.

Marie: So why don’t we REALLY do something about this? Let’s talk to Aerik, reform Apocalypse, and make a statement to both management AND everyone on this roster?

Jones rises and steps across the hall to get a little closer to Adams so that he can get a clear view of the sincerity in her eyes.

Jackson: Hmmm….

Jackson thinks it over.

Jackson: Reforming Apocalypse doesn’t sound like a bad idea…but honestly,, if you think I’d EVER team with Silverwolf again, you’re out of your mind. If it’s just you and me….maybe we can work with that.

Lucas Knight: Sorry to eavesdrop…

Lucas steps up behind Adams and Jones, throwing his arms over their shoulders.

Lucas: But not as sorry as the two of you will be if you decide to reform this….this…what’s it called again?

Marie: Apocal….

Lucas: Yeah-yeah-yeah THAT. If you two decide to join together, it’s not going to end very well for either of you.

Jackson: Is that so?

Both arms are simultaneously brushed off both sets of shoulders.

Lucas: Obviously this company has room for one dominant faction, and it happens to be a stable comprised of Adam Chase’s all-star roster of clients. Clients much in the vein of myself.

Marie: Wow….you might have a bigger ego than Frankie Paradise.

Lucas: Ego? No….it’s not ego when you have facts to back it up….and my impeccable win/loss record speaks for itself, not to mention my many amazing performances. I was, after-all, the very man who threw you, and so many others, out of the Rumble at Last Stand, Marie….costing you your dreams of becoming World Heavyweight Champion. And if you think that reforming Apocalypto…..

Jackson: That’s Apocalyps….

Lucas:…Whatever-whatever…it doesn’t matter who you surround yourself with, Armageddon, or no Armageddon…

Neither Marie or Jackson correct Knight at this point.

Lucas:…nothing is going to change the fact that I’ll yet again show my skill by winning the 4 Way Number One Contenders match at Invictus, and well, costing you your dream of being champion AGAIN, Marie.

A light pat is given to the top of Marie’s head. She swats the hand aside and contemplates doing something far worse to it.

Lucas: At Invictus, I’ll be doing what I’ve done my ENTIRE career….standing triumphant.

Marie: We’ll see, Lucas, we’ll see.

Lucas: Yes you will. But you’re not going to have to wait until Invictus to see my dominance…you’ll get a glimpse of it TONIGHT. And you’ll have Paradise to thank for everything.

The name instantly makes Marie’s skin squirm.

As Knight parts ways with the former stable-mates, Adams turns to make comment to Marie.

Jackson: So you and I, Apocalypse….I can work with that, as long as Silverweolf has NOTHING to do with it.

ROBERT VS. KYLE BLACK

Cameras catch Kyle Black and Adam Chase already on their way to the ring, reaching the bottom of the ramp as the suave grappler’s entrance music pipes through the PA system.

Dollar: Things just KEEP getting spicier and spicier as this night runs on.

Susie: It’s like we’ve all bitten into a giant bowl of steaming hot curry.

Dollar: Marie Jones and Jackson Adams interrupted by one member of Chase Global backstage, and now another of Chase’s clients about to make a statement in the ring. Kyle Black, who is slated to team with Gavin Taylor at Invictus, faces one of their opponents here tonight, Robert.

Susie: If something bad happens to Robert tonight, after what was done to Sparkles at the beginning of the show, I will lose faith in God entirely.

Unfortunately, Kyle ONLY harbors bad intentions for Robert. He now paces the ring in anticipation of this grand opportunity to soften Robert up before their match for the Evolution Championship at Invictus.

Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob….

Dollar: Wait…what’s this?

Instead of the beast with a head of red mane, we see the kind hearted mass with a rainbow colored afro rolling to the stage. That roll continues all the way down the ramp to the mats.

Dollar: I thought we were scheduled to see Robert here in this match.

Susie: But we’re getting Bob instead…Bob, BOB, BOOOOOB!

A slap is delivered to Susie’s cheek.

Dollar: Calm down! This isn’t as good as you think….because Bob needs Robert’s aggression if he wants to defeat Kyle tonight.

Susie: We never know who we’re going to get when dealing with Bobert…

Bob ends one roll only to start another, entering the ring under the ropes and looking as ready as he’ll ever be for competition.

Chase: Wait right there, Bob.

The apron is occupied by the super-agent clasping a microphone and staring down the man with a multi-colored wiggy. Bob is pleased that Adam is finally talking to him.

Chase: None of this has to go down tonight. Kyle doesn’t have to demonstrate that he’s just as brutal as he is beautiful.

Black flexes a bicep and then gestures to it in order to both excite the fans, and to intimidate Bob.

Chase; Your tenacity has at last won me over, Bob. All your selfies, all your attempts to prove yourself, has brought me around. So congratulations, I’m officially offering you a talent contract to be part of Chase Global.

Bob is delighted, and the fans are disheartened.

Chase: With my connections, you’ll never again eat a tainted ham. And if you want titles, I’m just the man to make sure you get them.

Bob: You had Bob at ham.

Chase: I’m afraid there’s a catch though, Bob.

Bob: You had Bob at ham.

Chase: If you want to be part of Chase Global, I need you to do the right thing. The right thing being in this case, reversing the decision you made to strip Gavin Taylor of the Evolution Championship last week. If the pee brained decision makers around here are going to support that mind-rapingly bad verdict you made regarding Taylor and the title….then its only feasible, that you have the power to restore the title to its rightful owner.

Bob thinks about it….and thinking is hard when it extends to anything beyond Mnooses, parsley patches and wiggies.

Chase: All you have to do is return the Evolution Title to Gavin, and you’re in Chase Global.

A decision has been made, Bob requesting a microphone of his own so he can make it public.

Bob: Sorry Mr. Big Funny Nose Man….but Bob not make decision last week, that was Robert, and Bob can’t overturn Robert’s decision.

Kyle and Chase suffer a simultaneous headache.

Kyle: You’re the same person!

Bob: No….Robert is big mean….Bob is big nice. Totally different.

Kyle: Just give Gavin back his damned title!

Bob: Sorry, Bob can’t do….Don’t want to make Robert mad.

Chase: Sorry to hear that’s your decision, Bob….Kyle, make him regret it.

Kyle: FINALLY.

Bob is caught with his leathery pantaloons down, subjected to a big forearm smash to the cheek. The blow knocks him to the canvas where he’s now the victim of several big stomps.

Dollar: Gavin has put Bob down.

Susie: No one can keep a good Bob down.

Dollar: These two TRIED to get Bob to reverse the decision his alter-ego made last week when he striped Gavin of the Evolution Title after it was revealed that he had manipulated the coin tossing to decide who would be the first challenger for the belt last week.

Susie: Robert was just taking a stand against all the injustice in these parts.

Dollar: And you see how that’s paying off for him now.

Kyle charges in and delivers a big punt kick directly to Bob’s ribs sending him flipping to his back. This is followed by an elbow drop, then another, and then a fist drop to the face just cause Kyle hates said face. He pulls Bob up to his seat, rushes into the ropes and delivers another kick, the running boot nailing Bob in his forehead and putting him on his spine.

Black then spins around and waits for Bob to turn, watching intently as the Mnoose worshipping big man manages to get to his elbows and knees. Just then Kyle rushes in and delivers a low dropkick directly to the temple.

Bob rolls, not of his own volition for once, ending up in the turnbuckle, which he employs to start reaching his feet. He has gotten his legs under him, albeit leaning with his sternum to the turnbuckle when Kyle steps in, grabs his shins and lifts them into the air. He then delivers a straight boot directly to the testicles. Bob lets out a groan and then falls to his knees, cradling his crotch with both hands. Official Ingelson steps in, sporting a neck brace after that chair shot from Katelyn Buehler last week, and reprimands Kyle for the low blow.

As the official is distracted shouting at Black, Kyle’s agent takes full advantage of this opportunity. He leaps to the apron, grabs Bob by the back of the head and drags his throat down against the middle cable, choking him. As if this isn’t offensive enough, Adam also ridicules Bob in the process of this strangulation.

Chase: You chubby swine…you will never…EEEEEVER be a member of Chase Global. You hear me, NEVER.

Chase only stops choking Bob, so he can clear out of the way just as Kyle rushes in and delivers a big knee to the back of his opponent’s head. Bob’s throat is embedded even deeper against the middle cable, and his neck snaps back off of it. He rolls to the center of the ring and finds Kyle running in and catching him with another knee, this time to the side of the face.

Another roll from Bob, taking him into the ropes. He tries to get up only to have Kyle step in and throw a leg over the back of his head, straddling Bob’s neck and the middle rope at the same time. As Black sits on the back of his adversary’s skull, Bob’s throat is choked against the middle cable.

Dollar: See, THIS is why Robert was needed for this match.

Susie: Come on Bob, pull yourself together.

Ingelson reaches a count of four before forcefully dragging Kyle off of his victim. Bob tries to push himself away from the ropes only to have Adam leap to the apron in front of him, delivering a big slap directly to the cheek.

Chase: You don’t have what it takes to be a member of my elite stable of clients. Go back to your parsley patch and stay out of my business.

Another slap seems to have the opposite effect of what Adam desired. Instead of demoralizing Bob, it actually appears to fire him up. Bob’s skin takes on a crimson shade, his whole body beginning to tremble as he is overcome with rage. Kyle then steps in behind his opposition and catches him to the upper back with a forearm. Bob falls to his elbows and Black begins to deliver closed fists to his cheek and temple.

He then retracts his fist and swings again only to have his knuckles caught in Bob’s teeth.

Dollar: Bob is biting Kyle’s knuckles!

Susie: Yummy.

Dollar: I think a transformation is starting.

Bob spits out the knuckles as Kyle shakes them to his sides. He then rushes forward with his boot aimed towards the very teeth that chomped on his fingers. This time Bob catches the boot with his hands and slowly works his way to his feet.

Robert: You mirror obsessed fame whore….You’ve disrespected the mnooses for the final time.

The foot is pushed away and Kyle is sent into a twirl. He turns his back on Bob, who rips off his multi-colored wiggy and lets the red locks free.

Susie: You wanted Robert, Johnny D, you’ve got Robert.

Dollar: Chase Global is in trouble.

Robert rushes forth, wedges his hands to Kyle’s back and shoves him into the cables. Black ricochets off and comes back towards the man possessed. Robert catches him by the chest and stomach, throwing him into the air and then catching him on top of his shoulders on the way down, snapping back into a Samoan Drop

Dollar: Robert unleashing the intensity.

Susie: I think Kyle is starting to realize what he got himself into.

Robert isn’t done with Kyle yet, he bends down and opens his mouth, sinking his teeth into the bridge of Black’s nose.

Dollar: Robert once again biting Kyle….he’s trying to take his nose off.

Black kicks his feet and desperately tries to push Robert off while the official starts a five count. Ingelson only gets to four before Robert stops gnawing and now starts rolling. His rotund body rolls over Kyle not once, not twice, but six times. Kyle feels like he’s been steamrolled by Robert, who takes his flattened opponent by the wrist and whips him straight into the turnbuckle.

Kyle crashes against the corner, his arms falling over the ropes while Robert follows him in. He grabs both of Black’s legs, lifts them up into the air and delivers a straight boot to the testicles.

Kyle flies up into the air and then comes down jaw first against the top turnbuckle pad.

Dollar: Payback for that crotch shot earlier tonight.

Official Ingelson TRIES to reprimand Robert, but the big man will not be scolded by anyone. He storms right past Alex and charges in to engulf Kyle with his fat folds via a big splash. Black, thinking quickly, turns and dives with his boots right into Robert’s knee, knocking his legs out from under him and putting his face into the middle turnhbuckle pad.

Dollar: Kyle saving himself the wrath of Robert.

Susie: Awwww….come on Robert, get yourself back in this. Just keep visualizing the ruination of Mnooseville.

Robert works his way up from the ground to his feet when Kyle comes rushing in only to eat his opponent’s nipples. Robert throws himself into a big splash to Kyle, knocking him down to the canvas. With his opposition down, the vengeful spirit is free to turn to the corner, climb it and prepare to launch himself off into the Vader Bomb. He steadies himself on the ropes then goes into the air, tossing his immense weight down into nothing but canvas.

Dollar: Kyle manages to NOT get crushed by Robert.

Susie: But in the process my precious feelings have been crushed.

And speaking of crushed, Robert’s head is about to be crushed against the canvas. Kyle stands up with his back to the very turnbuckle his competition just launched out of, and then comes charging out to catch the kneeling Robert with the Black Mamba. The Canadian Destroyer is on the cusp of connecting only to have Robert throw Black off, sending Kyle flipping over him and crashing to his back just beneath his opposition.

Robert leaves his feet and comes down bum first into Black’s chest.

Dollar: Aaaahh!

Susie: Now Susie is happy again.

The official slides into position as Robert pins Black beneath his massive rear-end.

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Amazingly Kyle manages to power out from under the immense weight of his opponent. A disgruntled Robert stands up, takes Kyle into his arms and leads him knee over knee towards the ropes, dragging his throat over the middle cable.

Dollar: Uh-oh….this is gonna be very bad.

Robert rushes across the ring into the opposite cables, bounces off then charges at Black and lunges into the air, dropping his seat across the back of Kyle’s head. Black’s neck snaps back off the rope while Robert slides through the cables and lands on his feet upon the outside mats.

Dollar: Robert almost decapitating Black.

Susie: At least woman would still have Kyle’s body to play with, and that’s all that matters.

Robert’s eyes snap towards Chase, who is mere inches separated from the vengeful mass. Instantly Adam regrets making every disparaging word directed at Bob.

Chase: Ya….ya know all that stuff I said was about BOB right? Robert would fit right in with Chase Global.

Robert: Robert wants no part of your anus based collective. He only wants the head of Adam Chase on a pike, and Robert will have what Robert wants.

Adam is off and running with Robert in hot pursuit.

Dollar: Robert going after Chase.

Susie: Not good for Robert, his cardio vascular training probably isn’t the best. Although, as I understand it, he did win the Mnooseverse Olympics several times.

Robert keeps on charging after Adam, who finally seeks refuge inside of the ring. He is crawling desperately across it before Robert catches him by the ankle. He reaches in under the ropes, grabs Chase’s hundred dollar loafers and uses them to drag Adam back under the ropes. Adam turns just in time though to sit up and wrap his arms around the middle cable, refusing to be dragged to the outside and victimized by Robert’s wrath.

Robert is stubborn though, refusing to let go of the legs that trash and kick. He only releases them when he suffers a double axehandle to the back of the head, one delivered by a recovered Kyle.

Black then wedges his hands to Robert’s spine, shoves him across the mats and eventually pushes him shoulder first into the steel stairs.

Dollar: Robert ALMOST had Chase…

Susie: But that damned Kyle with his GI Joe action figure body, costs Robert his chance at revenge.

Robert bounces off the steel and he collapses to the mats while Kyle steps in and begins to deliver boot after boot after boot to his mid-section. Referee Ingelson insists that Kyle bring the match back into the ring, but his demands are ignored. He finally rolls to the outside when he sees Black wedge a boot directly to the esophagus of his opponent, strangling his adversary as Robert sits with back propped against the steps.

Ingelson grabs Black by the shoulder when Kyle suddenly spins around and shoves the official back. Alex turns and slams into the barricade with his arm taking much of the damage.

Dollar: Kyle doesn’t care about this match, evident by the fact that he just put the official on his ass.

The referee crumbles to the mats, his arm rendered useless. Somehow he still manages to raise his other hand into the air, calling for the bell to officially disqualify Black.

Dollar: And Kyle gets the match thrown out by way of disqualification.

Susie: You were right, Johnny D, Kyle doesn’t care about the outcome of this match, he just wants to hurt Robert.

Dollar: And he’s doing a pretty proficient job of it.

Kyle continues to deliver stomps and right hands to Robert’s body, as the large mass slides down the steps and ends up stretched across the mats. Kyle then takes Robert around the neck, rolls him to his knees and manages to get him into the ring.

Adam stands back admiring the sight of Robert’s punishment, especially after the list aficionado tried to put his hands on him. That delight soon transforms to anger when he sees Kyle sliding into the ring only to be subjected to a big splash from Robert.

Dollar: Robert isn’t done yet…He just smashed Kyle beneath him.

Susie: Yes Robert….YES….YESS!

Dollar: Don’t make me slap you again.

Robert once again starts to roll back and forth over top of Kyle’s body, and only stops when his efforts are thwarted by Chase.

Adam rushes in and tries to throw a boot at Robert’s face only to have his ankle caught. Robert looks up with a menacing grin on his face and Adams looks down with a fearful frown.

Dollar: Now you’ve done it Adam.

Susie: Do your worst Robert.

That’s exactly what he has planned…only to see those plans go horribly awry. Out of nowhere, just before Adam can be subjected to a worse fate than Black….Gavin Taylor comes scrambling in and nails the All Star Maker directly to Robert’s face. The shining wizard puts Robert on his back with Gavin rolling away to a knee.

Susie: Where did he….how dare you GAVIN!

Dollar: Robert had Adam Chase, but another of his clients saves the day.

Robert’s eyes flutter, clinging to his last bits of consciousness while Kyle puts the boots to his rival’s face and his blubbery bosom. Gavin joins in on the assault, delivering several stomps to the body. Both men then pull Robert along to his feet and simultaneously whip him into the ropes. Robert bounces off comes back in and is absolutely leveled with a giant lariat from Black.

Dollar: And now the Basic Black leaving its mark.

Robert rolls across the ring while Chase re-enters it with microphone in hand. He gladly relinquishes the mic over to Taylor, who holds absolutely nothing back when given a chance to cut lose.

Gavin: You won’t reverse your decision you fat piece of shit? FINE….I don’t need you to….because Adam and I are going to hit the IWC and Silverstone Inc. with the biggest lawsuit ever seen! My rights have been violated, my civil liberties have been ignored, and…and…and…something needs to be done about it.

Kyle’s boot nails Robert over and over again as he sits slumped in the corner.

Gavin: Silverstone Inc. is going belly up….and this whole federation might as well as shut their doors FOREVER….Because once my lawsuit is filed….

Andre: There’s no need for all of that, Gavin.

The crowd comes alive.

Andre Jordan emerges through the curtains with the Evolution Title hung about his shoulder.

Andre: You don’t have to file any lawsuit for having your rights violated.

Tensions mount as Andre rolls into the ring, and finds himself planted before three men yearning to get their hands on the belt now dangling from his palm. Surprisingly, that palm extends, holding the belt out for Gavin to take it.

Gavin: Well I’m shocked. Never thought you were a man of reason.

Andre: I’m full of surprises.

Kyle: Just fork the title over to Gavin and let’s be done with all of this.

Gavin: Yeah, just give me my belt and then go back to wearing your wife beaters and crying over Twitter.

The gold is again thrust in Taylor’s direction yet Gavin is naturally tentatively to take it. Finally he reaches out and looks to take the bait off the hook.

Gavin: Glad you’ve seen the error of your ways, Andre. You know that lawsuit would have crippled Silverstone Inc….

Kyle: Much like Gavin and I would have crippled you at Invictus.

The title is slid out of Andre’s hand, Gavin about to abscond with it before he finds the strap snagged on something…that something being Jordan’s palm.

Andre: Like I was saying, Gavin….You don’t have to file a lawsuit for the violation of your rights….but you might want to file one for assault.

The belt is pulled by Andre to drag Gavin into a big clothesline that puts him on his backside. Kyle then rushes in only to have Jordan catch his knees to his shoulder, tossing him up into a big back drop. Black comes down from a great height and ultimately plummets into the ring.

Dollar: Andre NEVER had any intention of forking over the championship, he’s just out here to inflict punishment on Chase Global.

Susie: And he’s saving Robert in the process, which only makes this all the more awesome.

Adam scrambles from the ring while Gavin scrambles to his feet. He then comes charging towards Jordan, who catches him with the Thrill Ride. The spinebuster puts Gavin’s back in a state of traction.

With momentum on his side, Andre ensnares Gavin’s head and pulls it under his seat, hooking both arms as he sets up for a rendition of…it doesn’t even matter, because the moment he puts Gavin in position, in comes Kyle, who catches Jordan with the Basic Black. The Clothesline from Hell sends Andre crumbling to the canvas with Black landing on his knees beside his victim.

Dollar: Andre ALMOST had Gavin set up for the Opinion Changer, but instead he takes that deadly lariat from Black.

Susie: Can no one stop Chase Global?

Dollar: Not when they have their sights set on that Evolution Championship.

That’s precisely what Gavin is currently crawling towards. Now that Andre is incapacitated, there’s nothing keeping Taylor from taking the strap….or so he thought. The moment Gavin grabs the belt, Robert suddenly rushes in and drops his plus sized bum directly on top of it. Gavin has hold of one end of the strap, tugging on it repeatedly but unable to get the gold out from under Robert’s enormous posterior.

Dollar: Robert sitting on the belt so that Gavin can’t get hold of it.

Susie: He’d probably have an easier time pulling Excalibur out of a stone.

Gavin’s rage infused eyes rise towards Robert, who unleashes two vicious slaps to both of Taylor’s cheeks. The swift shots send Gavin rolling away to his feet, with Kyle stepping to his side. The two look to be on the verge of closing in on Robert and the title beneath him but stop the moment they see Andre re-entering the ring with an equalizer in hand. A steel chair hangs from Andre’s palms, swinging into the canvas then rising oh so threateningly to his side. The fans are pumped at the sight of the steel about to cave in the skulls of anything that moves in Jordan’s direction.

Dollar: Andre using a chair to fend off Chase Global.

Susie: I wonder if the title will hatch being under Robert for so long.

Andre continues to stand behind the seated Robert, the red haired menace crossing his arms and frowning towards Taylor and Black.

Gavin is about to chance fate only to have Kyle hold him back, keeping Taylor from being too impulsive.

Gavin: That title WILL be mine Andre…you hear me…it will be MMMMIIINE!

Andre: Come to Invictus and TRY to take it from me.

Kyle manages to back Gavin into the ropes which Adam is standing on the opposite side of. Once both of his clients step to the mats beside him, Adam is already reassuring them that they’ll handle this either via lawsuit or via a win at Invictus.

Excitement surges at the sight of Orlando Cruze, President of the IWC as he heads down a corridor, one leading to the ring. Warm up gear already adheres to his body, as he prepares for his second match in as many weeks, this time pitting him against a member of the infamous Blacklist.

Whitman: MISTER CRUZE!

There is a clear note of hostility in P Clarence Whitman III’s tone as he stomps towards the Icon, hurrying along behind the President.

Orlando: Whitman….

A red faced Clarence stops beside Orlando, who finally turns to acknowledge them.

Orlando: You doing okay?

Whitman: Does it look as if I’m doing well?

Bags hang under Whitman’s eyes, and his mustache hairs are a mess.

Orlando: I understand you’re a little upset.

Whitman: A little? Excuse my indignation, but was it your mother who fornicated with Simon Cagero?

Orlando: Erm….no. Am I to assume then that you’re here to request a match against Simon?

Whitman: Simon? SIMON? Absolutely NOT!

Orlando: Really?

Whitman: I’ll deal with Mr. Cagero how I seem fit. After-all, Mother was a willing participant in the whole sordid soiree. I actually somewhat OWE Cagero, and the Black Crusade for orchestrating the whole situation to open my eyes to the lies….all the lies that have kept me constrained….They’ve freed me, Mr. Cruze. Now that my greatest fear has been realized, I no longer harbor any concerns, or any trepidations, which is why I NEED to get Ba’al in the ring this evening.

Orlando: I uhhhhh wish I could help you out there, Bud, but Ba’al’s already booked..

Whitman: Cancel the match then and give me Ba’al instead.

Orlando: I….

Whitman: “No”…is a word I shall NOT here, Sir.

Orlando: There’s nothing I can do….

Whitman: Fine….I’ll take this matter into my own hands then. Ba’al has humiliated and victimized me for the final time.

Orlando: Whitman, don’t go out there and do something foolish. I have enough on my plate without worrying about your issues with Ba’a….

Howe: Yes you do have bigger issues of concern.

Martin Howe II moves between Cruze and Whitman, insisting on being the focal point.

Howe: The night is rapidly drawing to an end, and you’ve still failed to name your partners for this Hell in a Cell confrontation at Invictus.

Orlando: Yeah…

Howe: Need I remind you, that if you do not find partners before the end of the night, my clients will have their three on one handicap match against you at this impending wrestling event?

Orlando: No….you don’t.

Howe: Need I also remind you, that you AGREED to the terms stipulated in the contract for that Hell in a Cell encounter, and if you attempt to weasel your way out, you will be in breach of….

Suddenly Cruze grabs the lapel of Chase’s jacket and throws him spine first into the wall.

Howe: Unhand me, Mr. Cruze or I WILL file a….

Orlando: CAN IT HOWE….

The fury contained in Orlando’s face has Howe choking on his words.

Orlando: You think I want out of this match?

Howe: After you’ve seen what your neglect and biasness has led the Blacklist to do your friends….I wouldn’t put it past you.

Orlando: You’ve got me figured all wrong, Howe. Wild horses couldn’t drag me away from this match. After what happened to Yvonne, to Shaun, to Nathan, even to Greyson, this issue between the Blacklist and I, it needs closure, and I’ll end it inside of Hell in a Cell with….or without partners standing by my side.

Howe is released and the attorney instantly begins to straighten his ruffled jacket. With wide eyes Howe watches Orlando storm to the ring. It isn’t until fingers rise and snap in front of Howe’s face, that his attention cuts to Whitman.

Whitman: And please relay a message to your clients on my behalf. Inform them that once I am through with Sinistry, I’ll be coming for the Blacklist next.

Now its Whitman’s focus that directs towards Orlando.

Whitman: Mr. Cruze…what of my match with Ba’al!?!

Whitman is off in pursuit of Orlando.

Dollar: Orlando laying it all out to Martin Howe.

Susie: And P Wiggy wants Ba’al for endlessly humiliating him these past few weeks.

Dollar: Will we see Whitman and Ba’al go at it? We’ll find out as Riot continues.

The show segues from commercial break to the parking lot where a car is presently slowing to a stop.

Dollar: Seriously? People STILL arriving to our show? Does nobody EVER get here on time?

Susie: Not when it allows for dramatic effect.

Drama is precisely what the fans get….as suspense is heightened upon the arrival of Christian and Rose Savior. The two exit the vehicle to a thunderous round of applause

Dollar: The Saviors are here!

Moore: Oh golly….I feel knots in my stomach, or maybe it’s that burrito I referred to earlier.

Christian and Rose interlock hands and make their way around the car towards the interior of the Manhattan Center.

Dollar: What brings these two here tonight?

Susie: I think the Saviors have some unfinished business with the Blacklist.

As the Saviors step through the double doors, the camera turns from this shocking arrival to an even more stunning appearance. A limo careens to a halt several feet away and the doors open to reveal the Chairman of the Board, Mr. D making his exit.

Dollar: And now Mr. D is here too?

The SCW and IWC Chairman overlooks the parking lot to ensure the coast is clear, then turns back towards the car, peering inside.

Mr. D: Come along, Drake.

And things just keep getting more surprising when the miniature Desmond Drake slides down off the backseat to the ground beside Mr. D.

Drake: Prepared as I’ll ever be, Mr. D.

Mr. D: Then let’s get this over with.

The duo proceeds towards the building’s entrance, Desmond desperately trying to keep up with Mr. D’s long legs.

Dollar: What in the hell is going on here tonight?

Susie: I’m just waiting to see who’s going to come out of the limo next. If it’s me, I’ll be totally stunned.

The haunting tune of Rachel Foxx’s entrance music is cutting out in the background as the Suicide Queen leads Frankie Paradise up the stairs and into the ring.

Dollar: Speaking of arrivals, not only have we just seen the Saviors, Mr. D and Desmond Drake show up backstage, now we’ve got Rachel Foxx compelling Frankie Paradise into the ring.

Susie: Guess this all has to do with Katelyn Buehler’s “ADVANTAGE.”

Dollar: That is such total and complete horse-shit. If Frankie is actually contemplating forcing Buehler to remove that arm brace then he truly is the biggest toad in this company’s history.

Rachel: I believe you’ve had more than enough time to think over my request, Franklin.

Two microphones are snatched up by Rachel, one for herself, and one for Paradise.

Rachel: I insist upon an answer.

Paradise doesn’t like ultimatums, but when they’re made by people as dangerous as the Suicide Queen, he learns to accept them.

Rachel: Are you going to even the odds at Invictus, or will you allow Buehler to walk into our match with a dangerous weapon around her hand? A weapon she has already used to her advantage several times in recent months.

The spotlight is given over to Paradise, who feels more like he’s been placed in the hot-seat.

Frankie: Good points Foxxy, and you’ve got the curves to back them up. So with that in mind, I suppose I’m left with little option. Foxx, consider your request gr….

”SATISFIED” by Social Code streams through the speakers and we are gifted with the image of Katelyn Buehler. Predictably the crowd finds itself screeching in response to Buehler, who marches to the ring with an energetic gait and a cast still affixed to her wrist, hand and forearm.

Dollar: Frankie Paradise on the cusp of making his verdict, but Katelyn says ‘no.’ Not until after she’s had opportunity to state her case.

Susie: You go girl.

Foxx watches with little emotion as Buehler marches…yes marches….up the steps and into the ring.

Katelyn: Unfair advantage, huh?

Katelyn begins, addressing her statements directly to the woman who has cost her so much in such a short span of time.

Katelyn: Sweetheart, if I DO have an unfair advantage, you only have YOURSELF to blame for it….

The cast around her hand is tapped, one that was put there thanks to the actions of Sinistry.

Katelyn: You, and that group of creepy jobbers under your employ, put THIS cast here….

Rachel: That doesn’t change the fact that you’ve been using it as a dangerous weapon every single time you’ve had the chance. Just look at NewAge….Go ahead, roll the footage.

Upon the Cartel-tron we see Katelyn Buehler and P Clarence Whitman III teaming in an impromptu tag against the Pestilence. In the end Buehler manages to thwart the efforts of the very individuals who were directed to break her hand, by delivering the KTFO assisted by her hand cast.

Rachel: Do you see?

Attention shifts back to Buehler, who is shrugging, and Rachel, who is smirking.

Rachel: She maliciously employed that cast to knock out the Pestilence….and if she’s permitted to wear it in her match against me at Invictus, she’ll no doubt use it to her advantage once again.

Katelyn: Why would I?

Buehler and Rachel take a few threatening step towards one another, violence ready to erupt between them yet again.

Katelyn: I don’t need this hand brace to beat you at Invictus.

Rachel: Please. Don’t HAND me that….heh….maybe that was a poor choice of words.

Surprisingly Katelyn remains unaffected by these jabs at her broken hand.

Rachel: The truth is, you can never beat me, just like you can never be the World Heavyweight Champion. This ideal of redemption you harbor, is just that, an ideal, a tragically misguided one at that. There is no redemption for individuals like you, Buehler. Those who have led a life of nothing but drug use and prostitution cannot suddenly turn their lives around in such late stages. And even if they did, it wouldn’t redeem them. They would not be availed of their sins. I’m afraid even winning the World Heavyweight Title will not change who you are at heart. A woman who can only deal with the image of herself by snorting cocaine up her nose or injecting heroine into her veins. A woman of such low self-worth that she degrades herself dancing around a stripper’s pole. You are who you are, Buehler….there is no such thing as redemption…It’s a fairy tale you’ve created to help deny the truth. The truth that you are not a World Champion, that you are….nothing.

The harsh words should have taken Buehler down a few pegs, but instead she stands defiant and resolute.

Rachel: And you prove that you haven’t risen above your vile existence every time I use that brace as a weapon.

The arm-cast that has been autographed by so many people is slowly elevated by Buehler.

Katelyn: Rachel, a lot of what you just said about me is absolutely right.

Foxx is a bit surprised to hear this.

Katelyn: I did need drugs to get through the day, to help me deal with being me. But I HAVE changed, because I’m no longer running from myself, I’m embracing who I am. Because unlike you, I’m able to look a little deeper and see that there is far more to me than my sins. Mr. Gaunt has helped me to realize that there is a totally different Buehler in the depths of my soul, and it’s come time to release it. Don’t take my word for it though, Rachel, find out at Invictus, when my fighting spirit emerges, and you feel the wrath of redemption.

Rachel: I’ve heard enough of this, Franklin.

Paradise once again takes center-stage, although he’d rather stand in the background day dreaming about Buehler dancing about a pole.

Frankie: Awww, come on Rach…Let Buehler keep going. The longer you two argue the better chance that a cat fight breaks out and some clothes might be torn off.

Rachel: There’s only one thing to be removed, and that’s Buehler’s cast.

Frankie: Fine…dream-killer. After listening to the both of you, I’ve decided that Rachel’s points are total valid and that Katelyn should not be allowed to….

”YOU KNOW MY NAME.”

The lyrics lead to a reaction that has fans lunging out of their seats. Orlando Cruze wastes no time pandering to the audience though, no matter how loud their reaction might be. He cuts through the curtains and cuts a path straight towards the ring. He marches up the steps and slides into the ring where a nervous Frankie has stepped behind Buehler. Obviously Paradise remembers what happened the last time the two of them stood in the ring together.

Dollar: It looks like Orlando is coming out here to give his nickel’s worth.

Susie: This is scary. He and Frankie have done a pretty proficient job of steering clear of one another up until now.

Dollar: That all changes here tonight, and it could lead to devastating results.

Orlando: Frankie….you are the absolute lowest form of life I’ve ever run across in my entire life.

Paradise mouths the words ‘I’m just misunderstood,’ but Orlando is rather vocal in his rebuttal.

Orlando: Misunderstood? Is that why you were out here about to force Katelyn to remove her arm-cast?

Frankie: Hey now, have you seen Rachel’s ass? Plus she probably brings up some good points too. Both of which accentuated by her push-up bra.

Orlando: You know, Frankie, I could deal with you coming after me. Lord knows I’ve taken my fair share of attacks from literally everyone I’ve ever crossed paths with in the past. Which probably says something about my personality, but this isn’t about me. What I’m trying to say is, you can come after me all you want for helping Taylor see the error of her ways and leaving you in her past, but when you start going after members of this roster, that’s where I draw the line.

The crowd is thrilled to hear this and Frankie is disgusted the longer he has to listen.

Orlando: I’m already dealing with the Blacklist by holding them accountable for everything that they’ve done, but it’ll mean nothing, if I leave YOU to continue screwing with and hurting this roster.

Frankie: Stop right there, Borelando….I’m not out here to listen to you step up on your soapbox. I’ve tried to talk to you. I’ve tried to reason with you. But you were having none of it. Actually, you took a kendo stick and you bashed me in the back with it. So how did you expect me to react?

Orlando: Don’t blame me for what you did to Marie Jones, and what you’ve tried to do me. There is no way you can possibly rationalize the things you’ve done, like turning a blind eye to the actions of the Blacklist….and helping in their assaults against Taylor Chase..

Frankie: I….I….I….didn’t have a choice.

Orlando: What?

Frankie: Nothing….I didn’t say anything.

Katelyn: Boys-boys-BOYS must everything be about Taylor Chase?

Though Buehler comes off sounding like Jan Brady, she does bring up a valid point. Orlando and Frankie get themselves back on topic.

Frankie: Don’t interrupt us, Buehler. I was just getting back to you and the removal of that….

Orlando: No….I was just about to inform you that the arm-cast is staying put.

Rachel: Excuse me.

Katelyn: Everyone just SHUT UP!

They all take Buehler’s demand a little more serious when they see a box cutter being removed from her back pocket.

Katelyn: I don’t care what either of you two have to say, because I already made up my own mind regarding this hand cast.

Rachel watches with a smirk on her face as the box cutter begins to slice into the cast.

Katelyn: I refuse to give you any excuses, Rachel, for when I redeem myself at Invictus, and defeat you.

The cast is now entirely cut away, falling to the canvas and then being kicked from the ring by Buehler. It hurts her do it but Katelyn clinches her fist and swings her forearm into the palm of her opposite hand, showing she is more than capable of connecting with the KTFO. Her entrance music blares in the background as Foxx backs away from Buehler, nodding her head and smiling sinisterly.

Dollar: Katelyn has taken the cast off HERSELF. She wants Rachel to have nothing to cry about when she’s beaten at Invictus.

Susie: If she has her way the cast won’t be the last thing Buehler tears apart.

Katelyn watches as Foxx backs up the ramp, both ladies feeling morbidly satisfied.

Now that his presence is no longer required, Frankie is free to exit the ring, but he only makes it to the apron before Orlando calls after him.

Orlando: Where are you going, Frankie?

Paradise glances over both shoulders to make sure HE’S the Paradise being referenced.

Orlando: Katelyn and Rachel might be satisfied, but I’m not….We need OUR resolution and it needs to happen now.

Frankie: Chill out, Cruze, how many anabolic steroids did you take with your cornflakes this morning?

Orlando: You’re not going anywhere until we’ve settled this issue between us…

Frankie: But….but I’ve got places to be, titties to see.

Orlando: It’s gonna have to wait….

Harrison: Why don’t you STOP picking on Paradise?

As Katelyn moves around the ramp to the backstage area the Blacklist come strolling down it. Aaron Harrison, Lukas Montgomery, Savage and Mika Kozlov all four embark towards the ring where Orlando stands alone.

Harrison: He’s been the only member of management who truly understands the Blacklist. Unlike you, he doesn’t judge us, and has actually went out of his way to make us feel at home.

Frankie lowers his head as Harrison raises to the apron. A hand falls on and squeezes Paradise’s shoulder.

Harrison: You should be modeling yourself after Franklin instead of condemning him. If you had even one-tenth of his business acumen, smarts, and intelligent decision making abilities, this whole Hell in a Cell match wouldn’t be taking place at Invictus. Nor would you be about to face the wrath of Lukas Montgomery.

Lukas breaks away from the pack and climbs to the apron, staring over the ropes into the intense face of the President.

Harrison: A match that for some silly reason you actually agreed to here tonight.

Orlando: Silly? Nah….the more of you fuckers I can mess up before Invictus the better.

Harrison: There you go again, acting totally uncharacteristic of a President. You would never see Franklin allowing his emotions to cloud his judgment.

Though Harrison is buttering him up, it’s doing nothing for Frankie’s ego. It actually seems to be having the total and opposite effect of the one Harrison desires.

Harrison: Plus, Frankie is smart enough NEVER to risk incurring the Blacklist’s wrath.

That squeeze on Frankie’s shoulder only tightens.

Harrison: A fact everyone should be reminded of, and WILL be reminded of when the bell rings here tonight and Lukas gets his hands around your throat, Orlando.

Montgomery: I was just getting warmed up with Yvonne and Nathan.

Harrison: And we’ll be right here at ringside to enjoy every single second of it….with our best bud, Franklin seated right along beside us….Isn’t that right, Franklin?

Frankie: Sure?

Frankie cynically states.

EARLIER TONIGHT

Abigail: Let’s see….gross….gross….gross….

Lindsey sits in the super-fancy restaurant overlooking the menu and pointing to every item on it.

Abigail: Sounds gross….looks gross….tastes gross….Excuse me!

Though the waiter who passes is not her table’s designated server, she reaches out and grabs their sleeve anyhow.

Waiter: Yes?

He says with a tone of annoyance.

Abigail: Can you bring me some more bread that I can butter? It’s free right?

Waiter: Yeeeess….

His annoyance is even more pronounced.

Waiter: I’ll let your waiter know.

Abigail: GREAT!

She goes back to looking over the menu, biting her lower lip playfully.

Lohan: Abi….

A smile sweeps across Abigail’s face as she looks up and finds Brittany Lohan standing before her, arms crossed and clearly not dressed for such a high class establishment. They would probably frown on those wearing hoodies.

Abigail: Sis, you made it!

Abigail stands up and leans as far over the table as possible without burning her boob on the lit candle in the center.

Abigail: Air smoochies.

She puckers up and pretends to kiss both of Brittany’s cheeks.

Lohan: What am I doing here?

Abigail: We’re having dinner silly. Take a seat.

She extends her foot under the table and kicks the chair out so Brittany can occupy it.

Lohan: Dinner? Since when have you ever invited me out for dinner?

Abigail: There’s a first time for everything. It’s something sisters do right?

Lohan: How did you even get reservations to this place?

Her eyes absorb all of the extravagance as she settles into the chair, feeling even more out of place when the violin music starts playing again.

Abigail: I have my ways….I have my ways.

Lohan: So really? Why did you invite me here?

Abigail: Must you always be so suspicious? Can’t you just enjoy a night out?

Lohan: I should be training for my match against Alana, I don’t have time for nights out.

Abigail: Well I’m glad you’re going to make an exception.

Lohan: Your up to something, I can tell.

Brittany assumes wile reaching over the table and grabbing a slice of recently buttered bread, devouring it.

Abigail: Erm, Brit…elbows off the table.

Lohan: Whatever.

Cassidy: I’m here Boss-Lady….

An out of breath, exasperated Cassidy Haze rushes into the restaurant and barrels towards the table, almost tripping over a chair and bouncing off a server in the process.

Cassidy: I got your 911 text…what’s the emergency?

Cassidy asks with her chest heaving, lungs lacking oxygen. Sweat is swiped from her brow, having ran twelve blocks in record time.

Lohan: I never texted you. Why would I text you?

Abigail: I’m afraid I’m responsible.

Abigail had been hiding her face behind the menu this whole time, but lowers it once she feels it’s safe to address Cassidy. Not even wearing the biggest of smiles can help Abigail put Haze at ease. Within seconds Cassidy has fished the switchblade out of her corset and is on the brink of using it.

Cassidy: You manipulative little bit….

Abigail: PLEASE Cassidy!

Cassidy: PLEASE NOTHING! You made me think Boss-Lady wanted to see me….you lied to me again.

Abigail: It was the only way to make sure you’d come.

Cassidy: Your about to wish I hadn’t.

The blade is unsheathed.

Lohan Put that away, put it away right now, Cassidy!

The side of her fist rattles all the glasses on the table. A disheartened Cassidy closes the switchblade and returns the knife to her corset.

Lohan: And what were you thinking, Abi?

A lump forms in Abigail’s throat.

Lohan: You know I don’t need this aggravation right now.

Abigail: I’m trying to help you…I’m trying to help both of you….I’m trying to help ALL of us….This is happening, now deal with it.

Lohan raises her trembling fingers to her brow.

Lohan: Sit down Cassidy.

Cassidy: You can’t be serious, Boss-Lady!

Lohan: JUST SIT DOWN!

Haze immediately drops Indian style to the floor.

Lohan: IN A CHAIR!

In an open field stands a dilapidated church….walls eroded, roof half missing…..and vegetation overtaking it. The haunting melody of ‘A Vision of the Virgin Mary’ heightens an element of suspense.

Voice: In the centre was Phobos (Fear) worked in adamant, unspeakable, staring backwards with eyes that glowed with fire. His mouth was full of teeth in a white row, fearful and daunting…

Closer and closer the camera moves towards this church, the full moon peeking out from behind the hill in which it sits. The light of a fire can be seen from within, licking the walls and oozing forth into the night.

THE MOVEMENT COMETH

LUKAS MONTOMGERY VS. ORLANDO CRUZE

We return right in the thick of action as Lukas Montgomery leans against one of the turnbuckles covering his head with his arms as Orlando unleashes rapid fire punches on both sides of his body.

Dollar: Lukas Montgomery and Orlando Cruze battling it out one on one as we return to Riot!

Susie: But ummm, what was that footage before the break?

Frankie: Please let it be a sex-tape, please!

Harrison: I doubt it, Mr. Paradise. Cagero tried to procure one of those a few weeks ago, and it didn’t work out too well for him now did it?

Cameras cut from the anarchy in the ring to the tumultuous situation at ringside, where Aaron Harrison and Frankie Paradise are seated behind the announce table. Savage stands behind their backs with his arms crossed, and his cousin Mika is lying across the surface of the table with her head propped by her palm.

Dollar: As you can plainly see, the Blacklist and Frankie Paradise joining us here at ringside for this match.

Harrison: Don’t worry, Johnny D, we won’t be hijacking the show like the Harem did earlier tonight. We actually want to see this match happen.

Susie: Mika’s not gonna kill me this time is she?

Harrison: I make no promises.

The only person who should be in fear of manslaughter at the moment is Montgomery, who has incurred the vicious wrath of the Icon. Orlando drags Montgomery out of the corner, scoops him up and slams him down to the ring. He then drops down straddling Lukas’ chest and unloading with piston like rights and lefts to both temples.

Referee Fitzpatrick steps in and has to physically pry Orlando off of Lukas so he doesn’t have to disqualify the President.

Harrison: Look at Orlando, the man is totally out of control. He needs to be dealt with, and that’s just what the Blacklist is going to do at Invictus. We’re going to cage this animal inside of the cell, then euphonize him.

Dollar: It looks like Lukas is having some trouble with him right now.

Harrison: Lukas is just a little slow getting out of the gates is all.

Frankie: I think he’s employing the Mohammad Ali strategy. Soap on a rope or something like that.

Orlando pushes aside the referee then steps towards Lukas’ legs, lifting them up and blatantly dropping knee first into his inner thigh.

Harrison: Low BLOW…Low BLOW…come on ref! Frankie, fire that official immediately following this match.

Frankie: Hahahaha, okay.

Harrison: I’m serious.

Frankie: Oh.

Lukas reaches for his crotch region while Orlando maintains his grip on the legs. He now steps through them to stomp Montgomery to the gut over and over and over again. Each stomp is more damaging than the last. Finally he leaves his foot embedded against Montgomery’s gut and begins to twist it back and forth, inflicting damage on the intestinal track.

Orlando then steps back and drops to Lukas’ side, applying a headlock before delivering a series of closed fists straight to the forehead and temple.

Dollar: Orlando is really letting his passions lose. Just think of everything that Lukas has done in recent weeks. Powerbombing Orlando’s best friend on the back of his neck….doing the same thing to Yvonne earlier tonight….

Harrison: And it’s all Orlando’s doing, right Franklin?

Frankie: Um, sure.

Harrison: Don’t get so emotional, Franklin.

Montgomery finally creates some separation between himself and Cruze by reaching up and digging his fingers into Orlando’s eyes. He rakes them and now Cruze rolls away while Lukas crawls into the ropes, using them to reach his feet. The Icon only briefly takes a moment to rub at his wounded eyes before charging right into a big boot by Montgomery.

Lukas steps forth almost beheading Cruze with the boot.

Harrison: There we go. Now we’re getting somewhere.

Dollar: Lukas just dropped Cruze with the boot.

Harrison: He’s just getting started.

Lukas grabs Orlando around his battered head, drags him along to his feet then charges him straight at the turnbuckle. Orlando’s face slams against the corner, his body twisting so that his back is wedged to the corner. This is a perfect position for Montgomery, who begins to deliver jabs to both sides of Cruze’s mid-section. He actually takes on a boxer pose as he pivots from side to side with his arms raised in front of his face, unleashing one punch after another to the guts of the Icon.

Lukas follows this up with some good old fashioned spears to the mid-section, repeatedly ramming his shoulder against Orlando’s ribs. He now backs out of the corner, dragging Orlando along with him and then charges the Icon back first into the turnbuckle once again.

Orlando’s body hits the turnbuckle hard, his arms losing dexterity and his legs buckling beneath him. Lukas then stands up, and delivers a straight headbutt to Orlando’s face, almost knocking him out. Somehow Cruze stays on his feet just long enough to be dragged out of the corner to the center of the ring where he’s blasted to the jaw with a European Uppercut.

Orlando is then dragged to the center of the ring and hit with a snap suplex followed by the float over.

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Cruze’s need for retribution cannot be overcome so easily, managing to get his shoulder out from under Montgomery.

Harrison: Why are you prolonging the inevitable Orlando?

Frankie: Well, as much as I loathe Orlando, you gotta admit, the guy has got a lot of heart.

Harrison: Franklin….speak when I give you permission to speak.

Susie: Oh snap.

Harrison: And Susie.

Susie: Yeah?

Harrison: Never speak again.

Though Orlando kicks out, Montgomery remains stooped over him, wedging a forearm to his eyes and grinding it back and forth against the pupils. After inflicting significant damage on the eyes, Lukas rolls Orlando to his knees, steps over him and hooks the arm as well as the leg, applying a modified Octopus Stretch.

Harrison: You beat em down, then you wear em down. This is strategy..this is wrestling..this is skill.

Dollar: Lukas is doing a pretty sufficient job of keeping the heat on Orlando.

Harrison: Sufficient? Are we not watching the same match here, Dollar? Franklin, you have my permission to correct Johnny.

Frankie: Ugh…what do you want me to tell him?

Harrison: First, take that base out of your tone…and then tell him how phenomenal this effort is.

Frankie: It’s phenomenal.

Harrison: Couldn’t have worded it any better myself.

Orlando finally begins to fight his way out of this predicament, employing sheer strength to stand up and heave Montgomery out of this octopus stretch and up unto his shoulders. He has Lukas in a fireman’s carry, stepping across the ring and about to dump him before Montgomery twists his body, lands behind Cruze and then wraps up his arms, going for the reverse STO.

It seems the Icon’s face is on the verge of imploding against the canvas, but Cruze manages to squirm free. He slips around behind Lukas, wraps arms about his waist and then goes for the German suplex.

He is just about to heave Montgomery into the suplex only to have Lukas reach back with his leg, wrap it around Orlando’s knee, blocking the maneuver. Lukas performs his own standing switch, only stepping to Orlando’s side as opposed to behind his back. He then pulls Cruze in and begins to apply yet another octopus….no….the Icon spins out from under the leg that attempts to drape itself across the back of his neck. He then stands up behind Lukas, wraps arms around his waist and snaps back into the German suplex.

Instead of bridging into the pin, Orlando spins his hips and drags Lukas along with him until both men are on their feet. The crowd stands in support of Cruze paying homage to Creed via the rolling German suplexes. Orlando stands up and snaps back into the second suplex of this trio. The hips are spun and both men are back up to their feet just before Cruze falls back into a….not happening this millennium…Lukas takes the wind right out from beneath Orlando’s wings.

A back elbow drills the Icon in the temple and has him stumbling back. Lukas then turns around and charges in to capitalize on his concussing shot only to receive a boot to the ribs. Montgomery is doubled over, Orlando places him in a front chancery, hooks the leg then snaps back into the bridging fisherman suplex.

Dollar: First Orlando pulling moves out of Nathan Creed’s playbook, and now he just employed the Jinxed, Yvonne Knight’s finishing move.

Harrison: So the guy is a move thief on top of everything else. Kick out of this Lukas, kick out….Franklin.

Frankie: Oh yeah…um…erm…kick out, Lukas…

Fitzpatrick is on his knees and the fans watch from their feet.

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Montgomery’s shoulder escapes the ring and dashes the excitement.

Dollar: Is that sweat I see on your forehead, Harrison?

Harrison: I don’t know, I’ve never sweated a day in my life. If you ask me a question like that again though, I know what’ll be pouring out of you.

Both men are on their way to their feet, but Orlando is the quicker of the two, more motivated by his need for revenge against the Blacklist. Within moments he’s back upright and occupying the corner, stomping his foot and preparing to unleash the superkick….

Dollar: This could be it for Montgomery.

Harrison: Don’t get too far ahead of yourself, John-Boy. Nikolai…would you be so kind?

Savage: No problem.

Harrison: Isn’t he awesome?

Frankie: Where’s he going?

Harrison: Like you don’t know the answer to that question, Franklin.

Savage approaches the ring to the dismay of the audience and to the possible ruination of the Icon. Orlando is totally unaware of the calamity, still stomping his foot in anticipation of delivering the superkick without any knowledge of the man approaching from behind.

Dollar: Watch out Cruze.

Harrison: Hush, Johnny.

All the fear is for not, because it’s not Orlando who suffers the wrath of the Blacklist…it’s the Blacklist who suffer the wrath of the wronged. Savage reaches into the ring but finds his waistband caught on something….the hand of Danny Darko.

Dollar: It’s DARKO!

Harrison: Franklin, after your finished firing the ref, make sure you fire this man too.

Frankie: Noted.

Savage is dragged down off of the apron by the very man who cost him his match on the last NewAge. The beast lands on his feet then charges across them into a lariat that Danny ducks under. Kozlov spins around and finds his jaw subjected to a right hand, followed by another and then a third, and a fourth, and a fifth. Savage is staggered back into the barricade and then Darko rushes in to decapitate him via a lariat only to find his body back dropped into the sea of screaming spectators. Savage steps over the barrier and goes after Danny….Darko stands up in the crowd and delivers a knee to Kozlov’s gut, the two now exchanging right hands as they spiral through the audience.

Harrison: What has gotten into this man?

Susie: Hopefully not the same type of burrito I ate earlier.

Dollar: Darko taking out Savage, and keeping Orlando alive…

Mika stands up and is about to leave and lend aid to Savage, but stops….looking down at her IPhone, which flashes with a text message. She reads it, and then looks back at Harrison.

Mika: HE said to let Savage handle this on his own….That we mustn’t lose focus.

Harrison: Yes, I know Mika, HE is a wise man….and I’m sure Nikolai can handle Darko.

Dollar: So you’re just gonna leave Savage on his own?

Harrison: Savage knows full well what our mission is tonight, and no one is about to stand in the way of it.

Cruze has no idea what just happened behind his back, too consumed with shattering the teeth in Montgomery’s mouth. Lukas struggles to his feet just as Orlando steps in and goes to nail his kick only to have his adversary duck at the last second. The boot goes sailing over the head of Orlando’s rival, exposing his back to the discus elbow being delivered by Montgomery.

Lukas spins around into the Quieter….

The move is about to bash Orlando in the back of his skull before his spidey sense alerts him the grave danger he faces. Orlando ducks a fraction of a second before he can be beheaded. Lukas is then grabbed by the shoulder, bridged back and hit with Nathan Creed’s rendition of the Eye of the Hurricane.

Dollar: Orlando with the Underdog! He got Lukas…he got him!

Harrison: Don’t go orgasming just yet Johnny….

Mika glances over her shoulder at Aaron after reading another text from this mysterious caller.

Mika: I’ve got this one, Cowboy.

Harrison: Have at it my Mika.

Kozlov cracks her knuckles and rushes to the ring, hoping to meet with better results than her cousin.

Frankie: She’s not…?

Harrison: Yes she is, Franklin. Almost sounds like you have a problem with it.

Frankie: Weeeelll.

Harrison: FRANKLIN!

Frankie: No-no-absolutely not.

Orlando is just about to crawl into the cover on Lukas but spots Mika climbing up onto the apron, providing the distraction Montgomery desperately needs. The Icon now stands up and begs Mika to enter the ring, looking to put Kozlov in an even worse state than Lukas.

Orlando: Come on….I’ve been waiting for this a LOOONG time.

Mika: Cruzey…That’s no way to treat family.

Orlando: You’re no family of mine.

Mika: Oh…yeah…well I guess it is through marriage.

Mika begins to take Cruze up on his request, starting to slide through the ropes into the ring before….

Harrison: WATCH OUT MY MIKA!

The place comes unglued when ROSE SAVIOR snags hold of Mika’s ankle and pulls her legs out from under her. Kozlov lands surprisingly on her feet only to be taken off of them via the Black Rose…the diamond cutter connecting right on top of the mats.

Dollar: It’s ROSE…ROSE SAVIOR…she just…she just helped Orlando!

Harrison: She just put her hands on my Mika is what she just did….

Frankie: Aaron, chill out.

Harrison: Take your hands off of me, Franklin!

Harrison snags his wrist free from Frankie’s soft touch, and then shoves the GM over backwards out of his chair. Aaron then charges around the announce table and sends Rose scurrying away.

Susie: Whoa…Frankie just landed right in my lap.

Dollar: Which might be the highlight of his night.

Frankie is stunned as he tries to collect himself, and Harrison is exuding a rare display of emotion himself, as he stoops over his lover Mika, lamenting over her condition. This is after he’s chased Rose off, sending her rushing up the ramp and to the backstage area.

Meanwhile, the drama inside of the ring is just as palpable as outside the ropes. Orlando drags Lukas along to his back and takes his legs, trying to apply the Knight Lock to a loud pop from the crowd.

Dollar: Here comes Yvonne’s sharpshooter!

Montgomery manages to thwart this by sitting up and jamming a thumb straight into Orlando’s eyeball. The gouging causes Cruze to turn his back just as Lukas reaches his feet, swoops in behind him, hooks both of his arms and delivers the reverse STO. Orlando’s face crashes into the canvas and the crowd reacts with despair.

Susie: Awwwww.

Dollar: Just when it looked like Orlando has Lukas set for the submission….Montgomery nails him with that reverse STO instead, and now the Blacklist closes in on victory.

Montgomery pushes Cruze onto his back and hooks both legs to the despair of thousands.

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The despair turns to delight when Orlando manages to avert a crucial loss.

Dollar: Orlando not done yet….He can’t afford to be beaten by the Blacklist….not after what they’ve just done to Yvonne Knight.

Lukas sighs and gives up on conventional methods of ending this match….instead he now grabs Orlando by the neck, stands him up and pitches him through the ropes to the outside of the ring.

Dollar: Where is Montgomery taking Cruze?

Susie: I think we both know the answer to that question.

Dollar: No…oh no.

Orlando splashes the mats then rolls across them towards the ramp, exactly the destination Lukas had in mind. Montgomery steps towards Orlando and pulls him up into position for the powerbomb on the steel rampway.

Dollar: We saw him do this to Yvonne earlier tonight…and Nathan Creed on the last Riot! Is he about to powerbomb Cruze on the steel as well?

Susie: Can’t believe it’s gonna end like this for Cruze.

Lukas grins in ever so diabolical fashion.

Lukas: Why wait for Hell in a Cell?

The powerbomb is moments from connecting, but Lukas’ tunnel vision blinds him to the peril rushing down the ramp. He responds too late to avoid Christian Savior flying over top of Orlando and driving his shoulder directly into Montgomery’s mid-section. The spear takes Lukas off of his feet and drives him down to the mats amidst an ovation that threatens to blow the roof from the Manhattan Center.

Dollar: CHRISTIAN….CHRISTIAN…CHRISTIAN!

Susie slaps Johnny in the cheek.

Susie: Control yourself!

Dollar: Ouch…so that’s how that feels?

Not in a million-bajillion years would the fans believe that Christian just came out and rescued Orlando Cruze…but that’s precisely what he’s done, and in the process he manages to cut Lukas in two like a Las Vegas magician.

Montgomery grabs at his ribs while the bell is chiming in the background, Fitzpatrick unable to turn a blind eye to what he’s just seen. Savior stands up glaring down at Lukas with a twisted grin on his face before his eyes cut towards the seated Orlando, who is JUST as stunned by this as anyone else.

Savior isn’t through yet though…not by a longshot. He reaches down and takes Montgomery around the neck, dragging him along to his feet and proceeding to unleash even further damage on the Blacklist member, batting his head around with rights and lefts as the two battle up the rampway.

Dollar: And now Savior is beating the holy hell out of one of the men responsible for taking his wife’s title….for driving him into the steel steps with the piledriver….for costing the Saviors so much.

Orlando turns to watch Lukas and Christian spill through the curtains to the backstage area, absolutely mystified at the thought of the Rising Phoenix actually saving him from the Blacklist. But his focus should have been elsewhere….on the man clobbering him to the back of the head…That man being Aaron Harrison.

Dollar: Harrison clocking Cruze from behind…..The Blacklist just won’t give up on their destruction of Cruze tonight.

After watching his Mika fall victim to the Saviors, Aaron isn’t about to let Orlando slip through his fingers….not after all the Blacklist have went through to at last get him into the ring. He rolls Cruze into the ring before sliding in himself.

Harrison: Montgomery didn’t take the spear….Nikolai didn’t take a beating from Darko…and my Mika didn’t suffer a Black Rose just so you could get away, Orlando.

The moment Orlando begins to stand up, Harrison steps in and delivers a big knee right to the temple. Orlando is right back to his spine and Harrison is on his way to the ropes, slipping through to the outside.

Dollar: Where is Harrison going? I thought this is what he wante….ooooh.

All becomes clear when the tarp hung from the apron is thrown into the air and Harrison extracts a kendo-stick from beneath the ring.

Dollar: Not the kendo-stick…not that damned kendo-stick!

Susie: Why don’t they just ban it from the IWC already?

The weapon that has been so instrumental in Orlando’s misery for so many months is about to find its way into the ring and into the Icon’s skull once again. Aaron climbs up onto the apron with such a disturbing gleam in his eye that it would even make Charles Manson requre a change of underpants.

Harrison stops only briefly to look down at Mika clutching the back of her neck and staring up at her Cowboy approvingly.

Harrison: This is for you, my Mika.

Mika: Do it Cowboy…DO IT!

The moment is relished by the methodical Harrison as he extends his leg through the ropes and begins to enter the ring. It seems the cane is on a collision course with Orlando’s cranium, which would be only fitting considering this is how their issues began, and if Aaron has his way, it’ll be how it ends.

Harrison methodically extends his leg through the ropes and begins to slides through them, realizing that in spite of all the obstacles, the Blacklist have finally got Orlando where they want him. The cane begins to raise to his side just when he finds that it’s much heavier. Aaron’s brow arches as he turns and looks down at the cane being held by Paradise.

Harrison: What are you….?

The fans are totally and completely stunned to see the cane being ripped right out of Harrison’s hand by of all people, Frankie Paradise.

Dollar: WTF!?! Frankie…Frankie….Frankie Paradise….I can’t even….

Susie: Paradise just took the cane from Harrison…

Aaron tries to maintain his composure.

Harrison: Franklin…give it back.

Paradise contemplates it, looking between the weapon and the outstretched palm of the Blacklist member.

Harrison: Think about what you’re doing.

Frankie continues to weigh the pros and the cons of his decision.

Harrison: Don’t do this, Franklin…Franklin…FRANKLIN!

The shouts of Harrison only get louder the further Paradise moves away from the ring. Once Paradise reaches the edge of the ramp, he turns around and grabs hold of his crotch.

Frankie: Suck it BITCH!

The whole building erupts into a surprisingly loud “FRANKIE” chant.

Dollar: No….WAY!

Susie: Frankie finally stands up to the Blacklist.

Dollar: Paradise proving that he is nobody’s bitch.

The fans aren’t the only one’s stunned, Harrison’s expression is one of sheer and utter shock. He leans over the ropes shouting at Paradise to return the cane, but instead Frankie carries the weapon to the backstage area.

Harrison is so clouded with his anger directed at Paradise, that he’s not even paying attention as he turns back to the center of the ring and receives a devastating superkick right on the jaw. Orlando lays Harrison out.

Dollar: SUPERKICK!!

Susie: Aaron is going to be on a puree diet, cause his teeth were just knocked out of his mouth.

Orlando falls into the ropes for support, but never removes his eyes from the man lying on the canvas…..that man being his greatest rival, Aaron Harrison.

Dollar: Susie…say it.

Susie: This was total cray-cray.

Dollar: You aren’t lying.

As if scenes weren’t eccentric enough already, the camera now finds itself desperately trying to keep up with Mark Comeau, who hurries through the corridor.

Comeau: Big things happening all over the building tonight just a week removed from Invictus…And not to detract from what just happened in the ring, but the biggest story HAS to be the issues between Taylor Chase and Legion headed into their World Title confrontation.

Obviously Mark is out for an exclusive, and his target becomes evident the moment he stops outside of World Champion Taylor Chase’s dressing room.

Comeau: I’m about to interview World Heavyweight Champion, Taylor Chase, and hopefully we can get her reaction regarding what happened last week between herself and the number one contender, and maybe if we’re lucky I can get some information regarding Yvonne Knight’s condition. And yes, I took a shit-load of caffeine pills, which explains why I can talk for fifteen minutes without taking a breath.

The insanely wide eyed Comeau extends his hand for the door leading to Taylor Chase’s dressing room but finds that exclusive he yearns for DENIED….Well…maybe not DENIED…because he is treated to yet another scoop.

Whitman: Ah…Mark Comeau…you wonderfully drug addled gentleman…

Comeau looks away from the door when faced with a far more intense Whitman, who is trailed by an equally as concerned Lois Prince….a concerned Lois who can’t seem to stop fondling Clarence’s arm.

Comeau: How can I help you, P-Wigg….?

Whitman: NO….none of that….my name is Clarence….or Whitman, whatever you find more serviceable. But I am never, under any circumstance to hear the name, P-Wiggy again….Understood?

Comeau: Whitman…you’re scaring me.

Whitman: Good…but I’ll tell you who SHOULD be frightened…the Sinistry….Because what I’m about to do to them, will pale in comparison to what I did to the Pestilence on NewAge.

Comeau: Erm, you know challenges like these didn’t work out too well for Sparkles earlier tonight.

Lois: Yeah, think about this Clarence.
She suggests while rubbing his lower back.

Whitman: I’m through overthinking everything, Dear, and honestly, do I look like a puppet?

Comeau refrains from saying anything.

Whitman: Okay, I may have been treated like a puppet these past few weeks, but the hand is out of my bum…..

Comeau: Excuse me?

Whitman: Erm, maybe that didn’t sound right. My point is, I’m through being treated like some puppet, I’m my own man, and the Sinistry is going to find out what I’m capable of when standing on my own two feet.

Whitman heads down the ramp with Lois lingering behind, watching him leave with an enchanted expression on her face. Finally she snaps to it.

Lois: Clarence…CLARENCE! Let’s talk about this!

MOMENTS AGO

A freeze frame image of Lukas Montgomery driving his fist into Orlando’s face consumes the screen.

Dollar: Shocking doesn’t even begin to describe what we saw just before the break.

Johnny isn’t kidding considering the images that are animated…images that pertain to the violence that Orlando and Montgomery brought to the ring, and the tension that the remainder of the Blacklist provided at the commentator’s table.

Susie: Shocking doesn’t even begin to describe what happened when the Blacklist’s Lukas Montgomery went at it with our President, Orlando Cruze, just a few weeks shy of the scheduled 3 versus 3 Hell in a Cell tag match.

Dollar: This match definitely went off the rails when the Blacklist tried to get involved.

Savage is on the attack only to have his efforts ended by the interference of Danny Darko, who absolutely unleashes hell on the Blacklist insurance policy, battling him into the crowd amidst a raucous response from the fans.

Dollar: First it was Danny Darko who kept Savage from interfering.

Susie: Darko making it next to near impossible for Savage, or the Blacklist to ignore him.

We then relive Mika Kozlov trying to get involved only to have Rose Savior come out of nowhere and lay her out with the Black Rose.

Dollar: Then Rose Savior, the very woman who screwed Kozlov out of the Evolution Championship on the last Riot, and suffered a fireball to the eyes as a result, intercepted Mika before she could interfere.

Susie: And she’s not the last Savior we would see interfering.

It seems Montgomery is on the verge of subjecting Cruze to the same fate that was unleashed on Yvonne Knight and Nathan Creed, moments from powerbombing Orlando onto the ramp only to have Christian interfere. He almost splits Lukas in half with the spear.

Dollar: Christian Savior, out of nowhere, takes out Lukas with the spear, and even THAT wasn’t enough.

Evidently not, considering Aaron Harrison now has his hands on Orlando and is about to use more than just his fists to inflict punishment. Just as he brings a kendo-stick into play, he finds the weapon caught…caught right in the clutches of Frankie Paradise.

Dollar: In an act that absolutely blew me away, Frankie Paradise, who had ENOUGH of the Blacklist’s intimidation, took the cane from Harrison before he could use it on the Icon.

Susie: It not only shocked Harrison, but gave Orlando the opportunity to do THIS.

The culmination of all of this chaos….A superkick unleashed by Orlando on an unsuspecting and distracted Harrison.

The crowd still finds itself in a heightened state of arousal, especially at the sight of Christian Savior stepping through the backstage area, back facing the pursuing camera.

Orlando: Hey SAVIOR!

Apparently the camera is not the only thing following….as is the Icon. Knuckles tighten into fists, and Christian’s spine stiffens as he hears his name spoken by his most reviled rival. He turns to Orlando, who approaches with an equally as tense posture.

Christian: Orlando….

Orlando: Not to be ungrateful, but what was that all about?

Gestures are made towards the ring where all the chaos just unfolded,

Christian: Closure.

Orlando: Closure? What do you mean, closure?

Christian: Rose and I had some lose ends to tie up concerning the Blacklist.

Orlando: I guess a ‘thank you’ is in order?

Christian: Don’t thank me, Orlando….Please don’t….I’ve already showered twice today.

Orlando: No…truly Christian, thank….

Christian: I said DON’T….because this wasn’t about helping you….it was about denying the Blacklist what they denied my wife…it was about costing them what they want the most. You were just the bait on the hook.

Orlando: Hmmm….fair enough.

Christian: And now that Rose and I have got our revenge, you’ve seen the last of the Saviors here in the IWC….

Orlando: Regardless of your motives, Christian, I appreciate what you did here tonight.

The next statement from Cruze is an incredibly difficult one to make.

Orlando: I’m sorry, Christian….Sorry for everything that went down between us when the IWC reopened. If I could go back in time and fix….

Christian: You can’t….and even if you did, it wouldn’t change how the two of us deep down feel about each other…Which is why the Cruzes, and the Saviors will never be able to coexist in the same federation.

Both men have reconciled themselves to this truth.

Christian: Now if you don’t mind, Rose and I would like to make our ‘graceful’ exit….

Christian trails off in mid-sentence, his eye narrowing and his brow furrowing.

Christian: Um, speaking of which, have you seen my wife?

Orlando: Not since she laid out Mika with the Black Rose.

Christian: Shit.

The camera returns to the interior of the Manhattan Center with the camera flowing over the excited fans, who ham it up when spotting themselves on the Cartel-tron.

Dollar: That’s the first time we’ve actually seen a face to face between Orlando and Christian, and it was understandably a tense situation.

Susie: But where’s Rose?

Dollar: That question seems to be of great concern to Christian Sav….

Whitman: BA’AL!

As if adrenaline wasn’t already spiking, now the crowd is given an extra dose of testosterone….which might explain why there will be a few hairy tits after tonight’s telecast.

Dollar: Oh no…don’t tell me…

Susie: Whitman actually is going through with this challenge.

P Clarence Whitman III steps through the curtains, trailed by his new wife. In spite of Lois repeatedly rubbing her husband’s chest and shoulder, Whitman moves along unimpeded. He ignores Lois’ groping by method of shouting into his microphone.

Whitman: You have humiliated….you have degraded….and you have pushed me about for the very last time.

Whitman displays actual intensity as he moves up the ramp and manages NOT to fumble his way into the ring, actually entering smoothly. Lois hesitates outside of it, giving up on feeling up her husband..

Whitman: I have tolerated too much for too long. Now it is time to bring consequence to your actions. Mr. Ba’al kindly bring your arse to this ring so that it can suffer a thorough thrashing.

Wilde: Doll-Face, I’m sorry….

To the stage steps Jessica Wilde, Jacob Laymon and Executioner….the Pestilence.

Wilde: Our Master is preoccupied with other matters at the moment…Matters that actually merit his concern.

Whitman paces in agitation of the words uttered by the woman in the ashen Silence mask.

Wilde: Besides, your fight is with the Pestilence tonight, not with our superiors in the Sinistry…..

Whitman: I’ve defeated the three of you already. Several times in fact.

Wilde: Yes, you have, Mr. Whitman….which we have not forgotten. But with each loss, the Pestilence grows stronger…

Whitman: Etcetera….etcetera….etcetera….BLAH-BLAH-BLAH. I’ve heard enough….Send Ba’al out here at once.

Wilde: So eager for war, Doll-Face? I see now that it’s time for the Pestilence to show how our past failures have forged us into mightier foes that shalt not be overlooked.

Yes, Jessica did just say ‘shalt,’ and yes, the Pestilence is on their way to the ring to supply Whitman’s demand for action.

Dollar: We’re scheduled to see Whitman team with Lukas Knight to take on the Pestilence tonight, but ummm…where’s Lukas?

Susie: And it’s pretty clear that Whitman wants Ba’al…and Ba’al alone.

Lois wisely clears out of the way as the Pestilence approaches. It doesn’t take long for the trio to surround the ring with Whitman trapped inside, turning from side to side to side with knuckles clinched. All focus, even that of the Pestilence’s….ESPECIALLY that of the Pestilence’s, turn to the entry way when Alpha King by Rev Theory filters through the speakers and Lukas Knight steps to the stage. Following closely behind is Adam Chase, client and agent stopping on the stage.

Dollar: Lukas here to help sure up the odds for his tea….

Knight: Whitman, Chum….

Adam supplies his client, who is adorned in a track suit and not traditional wrestling gear, a microphone.

Knight: Apologies for the delay, but I had pressing business to attend to. Besides, it looks as if you have matters in hand. So if you don’t mind, I think it would be best if I skipped this…..this….’match,’ and went on to do something more substantial with my time.

Lucas plucks on the shirt beneath his track jacket, a striped shirt.

Knight: Good day to you, Mr. Whitman, and good luck.

The microphone is handed back to Chase and Knight moves through the curtains closely followed by his agent.

Dollar: Where the hell is Knight going?

Susie: He’s leaving Whitman all on his own against the Pestilence.

Dollar: What other business does he have that’s more important than wrestling?

With Lucas buggering off, Whitman faces the peril of a 3 on 1 handicap encounter. Though he’s emerged victorious from three on three, and three on two encounters against the Pestilence, he’s never had the odds so far from his favor. Instead of fleeing as he would customarily do, Whitman actually runs across the ring, baseball slides under the ropes and goes straight after Laymon. Right hand after right hand blasts Laymon in his forehead, knocking him back into the barricade.

Whitman then begins to stomp him repeatedly to the mid-section, doing as much damage as possible before Executioner and Jessica charge in to help their comrade. Whitman sees this coming and hurries towards the ring, sliding in under the ropes. As Executioner checks on Laymon, Jessica pursues Whitman, sliding into the ring and going after Whitman, who catches her with a scoop slam into the canvas.

Whitman urgently rolls to the outside and finds Executioner charging around the ring to inflict grievous harm upon him. However, Whitman manages to thwart his effort by wrapping legs bout the inbound ankle of his masked foe and drop toe holding him face first into the steel stairs. His skull ricochets from the steps and his body goes twisting into the mats.

Dollar: Whitman actually showing some incredible intelligence here…he’s managing to divide and conquer the Pestilence.

An emotionally wrought Whitman reaches his feet and leaps to the apron, charging across it straight at a rising Laymon. He jumps off the apron and connects with a double axehandle to the top of his head. Jacob falls back into a chair situated in the corner of two converging barricades.

Whitman then turns away from one adversary to another, spotting Wilde exiting the ring and coming after him. But Clarence side steps her, catches her under the arm and delivers a hip toss, throwing her directly into the seated Jacob.

Dollar: I have never seen such intensity out of Whitman.

Susie: I think his wedding fiasco has ruined him.

The totally uncharacteristic Whitman grabs Jessica by the wrist and pulls her off of Laymon, standing her up and grabbing her by the wrist.

Jessica: I thought you didn’t strike women, Doll-Face.

Whitman: I make exception to any misbegotten spawn of Satan who associates with Sinistry.

Whitman whips Jessica towards the very steps that Executioner is still seated against. She trips over her own feet, and then flips forward, crashing upside down against Executioner and driving both their bodies into the steel.

Whitman then turns around at this point and charges at Laymon, who stands up, catches Clarence coming in and throws him up into the air. The former X-Class Champion comes down from a tremendous height before slamming down face first into the chair.

Susie: Guess Whitman couldn’t keep it going against three opponents at once.

Dollar: Maybe the Pestilence is right….they’re strength is growing…and they need to demonstrate it headed into that four way Tag Team Title match at Invictus.

Whitman begins to back away from the chair only to receive a boot to the gut, be placed in a front chancery and spiked skull first into the steel via the DDT.

His skull bounces off and his body twists to the mats.

Jacob, the veteran member of the Pestilence, grabs Whitman around the neck, dragging him to the ring and rolling him in under the ropes. He then slides in at the same time as Executioner and Wilde, the three crawling over top of Whitman and unleashing their rage. There is nothing that Whitman can do to defend himself against this barrage of forearms and punches unleashed from every conceivable angle.

Lois feels equally as helpless…screaming towards the Pestilence.

Lois: STOP….stop PLEASE!

Dollar: This is disgusting, Lois forced to watch as the Pestilence destroys Whitman in the ring.

But it isn’t Whitman’s destruction that Lois witnesses, it’s his salvation. Her eyes widen with delight at the image of Mr. Hush, Silence and Al rushing down the ramp.

Dollar: The Black Crusade scrambling out here to the aid of Whitman.

Susie: I just can’t stop smiling.

The ring is filled by the Black Crusade, but emptied of the Pestilence. Laymon, Wilde and Executioner high tail it from the trio of masked Crusaders, who form a protective barrier about Whitman. The primary reason the Pestilence fled rather than engaged the Black Crusade in warfare, could be contributed to the presence of the sheathed katana at Silence’s side. She removes the blade from its place of slumber, awakening it in order to enliven the fear of the Pestilence and the excitement of the crowd. She swings the blade down and embeds it directly into the canvas.

Al: LEND US YOUR EARS, YOU CUT-PURSE RASCALS, YOU FILTHY BUNG!

Now that he’s got the Pestilence’s attention, Al turns over the microphone to Silence.

Silence: Listen up you low-rent doppelgangers….Lukas might have left Mr. Whitman all by his lonesome, but he won’t stand by himself tonight. I believe the law of practical and predictable booking dictates that we have ourselves a six person tag team match post haste.

Clearly the fans whole heartedly support Silence’s suggestion. The Pestilence spend only a moment conferring amongst themselves before heading towards the ring.

Dollar: It looks like we’re getting another impromptu match here tonight, Mr. Whitman is going to team with Silence and Mr. Hush against the Pestilence….This should be interesting.

Pestilence approaches the ring and climbs the apron, confirming that they accept this challenge.

Referee Fitzpatrick calls for the bell and the chaos is underway. Executioner, Wilde and Laymon fully enter the ring and go right after Silence, Whitman and Mr. Hush. All six are exchanging shots with one another in an out in and out brawl. It doesn’t take long before they pair off on one another, Silence batting Laymon into a corner, Whitman unloading on the powerhouse of the Pestilence, and Mr. Hush connecting with left handed chops that only increases Wilde’s bust size.

Finally Mr. Hush takes a punch to the throat from Wilde that has him staggering back. Jessica leaves her feet and dropkicks Mr. Hush to the back, sending him twisting into one of the turnbuckles. Whitman now ducks several big punch attempts from Executioner then stands up and connects with a few open hand slaps in retribution.

Silence is laying into Jacob in the corner with punches and shots to his esophagus, trying to close his airway. She then leans in with her palms pressed to his neck, choking the very life out of him. Before he can be asphyxiated though, Jacob reaches out and rakes Silence’s eyes, doing anything in the sake of self-preservation.

Wilde then steps in behind Silence and catches her with a double axehandle to the upper back, She then takes her by the wrist and whips Silence into the turnbuckle currently inhabited by Mr. Hush. The Black Crusade members crash against one another, remaining stacked in this predicament.

Executioner and Whitman fight into one of the opposite turnbuckles, the masked behemoth collapsing into the corner with Clarence climbing up over top of him. He begins to rain down right hands into Executioner’s face, the crowd counting along with each punch.

Meanwhile, Laymon has taken Jessica by the wrist and whips her across the ring, sending her charging right into their opponents in the corner. Jessica is about to hit a splash only to have Silence get her foot up into the air with designs to drive it into her doppelganger’s throat. However, Jessica catches said boot before it can connect and then steps back across the ring, dragging Silence out of the corner as she hops up and down on one foot.

That one free foot then launches into the air and cracks Wilde in the back of her skull, the enzugari sending Jessica tumbling into the canvas. Silence just begins to stand up before Laymon rushes in behind her and dives knee first into her kidneys. The diving knee knocks Silence into the ropes and then through them.

As the Pestilence’s opponent goes down, Laymon goes to help one of his teammates up. He stoops forward and grabs Jessica’s arm, aiding her to her feet, but exposing both of their backs to Mr. Hush.

Mr. Hush takes instant advantage, running forth, grabbing both opponents by the necks and dragging them down simultaneously into two one handed bulldogs. Laymon and Silence bounce off of their masked faces and flip to their backs with Mr. Hush lunging to his feet and pivoting between them.

Dollar: We’re about to see it…

Susie: And the smile on my face just keeps getting wider.

Dollar: Mr. Hush is about to drop the worm on the very individuals who have been impersonating himself and Silence.

Mr. Hush leaps into the air, comes down on one foot, resulting in a chant of ‘H’ from the crowd. Another hop and a ‘U’ chant from the masses. Another hop and a ‘S,’ followed by one last leap that generates a ‘H.’ He then drops into the worm and eventually reaches his opponents before lunging to his feet and throwing his arms out to his sides. That’s when he finds Whitman thrown into him….Executioner rushes out of the corner with Clarence on his shoulders, powerbombing him into Mr. Hush and knocking both men to the canvas.

Dollar: Executioner taking out Mr. Hush and Whitman in one fell swoop.

Susie: These three are proving themselves far more capable here tonight.

Executioner reaches down and grabs his partners by their wrists, yanking them both to their feet simultaneously. He steps forward between them, leaving Wilde and Laymon stooped forward behind him, and having no idea he just put them in the perfect position for Silence to swoop in, take them around their necks and snap back into a stereo DDT. The two are planted right on top of their skulls.

Dollar: So much action in this match…as one would expect when you have a combination of six unique personalities like these.

Silence kips up to her feet just in time for Executioner to swoop in with a boot that is fortunately ducked. Just as Executioner turns around he spots Silence springing off the middle rope, but too late to react. He’s caught around the neck with Silence landing on her feet only briefly to drop down into the reverse DDT.

Silence is back on her feet and setting for her next move before the fans even have time to react to her reverse DDT. A discombobulated Wilde comes staggering into the woman she insults by method of merely wearing Silence’s mask for several months now. Silence is going to make her suffer for her emulation, as imitation is not the sincerest form of flattery in this case.

A boot drills Wilde directly in her stomach and her head is then placed in a front chancery, Silence setting up for an inverted DDT. Those plans are derailed by method of Laymon’s interference. He charges in and catches Silence with a running back elbow straight to the mush, putting her on her back.

Not only does the concussing blow put Silence on her back, but it causes her to drag Jessica down into a fortuitous position for the Pestilence member. She flips over into a jackknife cover.

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Wilde seemingly has stolen a victory, only to have a win taken right out of her grasp the moment that Silence sits up. Jessica then goes rolling over backwards out of the pin and ends up on her feet. She then charges straight at Silence only to have her knees caught against the shoulders of the Black Crusade member. Silence stands up, allowing Jessica to dangle over her shoulder for only a moment until she drops into the belly to back piledriver.

Susie: Jessie avoided one dumping on her head, but got one that was ever worser.

Dollar: Did you seriously just use the word worser?

Susie: Yeah, the total opposite of awesomer.

Jessica is spent but Silence is only getting started, or at least she would be if she didn’t suffer a big running knee to the temple. The shot knocks her to the canvas with Laymon stepping to her side, then shooting his arms out in mocking fashion.

Dollar: No-no-no…this is just…wrong on so many levels.

Susie: As wrong a squirrel stuffing its nuts in my cleavage.

Dollar: Laymon looks like he’s ready to deliver the worm on Silence.

Laymon dances between his feet with a huge smirk presumably forming beneath his mask. He then jumps in to the air, turning away from Silence and landing on his foot But that foot is immediately taken out from under him via a drop toe hold by Mr. Hush.

The masked Black Crusade member leaps to his feet and lunges into action, grabbing Laymon’s legs and making him suffer for his gimmick infringement via the dreaded Japanese Fuck-Bucket. The masses are delighted at the sight of the dangling Laymon, who shakes his head in pleading fashion. Unfortunately, all of his begging is for not, Mr. Hush showing him no mercy as he swings Laymon’s forehead into the bottom turnbuckle pad over and over and over and over again.

Dollar: This is apparently what you get when you try to take Mr. Hush’s worm….wait….did that sound inappropriate? I really can’t tell.

Susie: We’ll say yes, just to be safe.

Dollar: Fair enough.

Laymon fights to get free but there is no availing himself of this dreaded predicament, at least not until Executioner swoops in to lend aid. He grabs the back Mr. Hush’s neck and hits him with an inverted chokeslam, sending the Black Crusade’s face cruising into the top pad of the very turnbuckle he was slamming Laymon against.

Mr. Hush bounces off, turns away from the turnbuckle and staggers into Executioner’s waiting arms. He is scooped up under his massive arm and then dumped via the side slam.

Dollar: Bodies just flying everywhere with emotions running high headed into Invictus.

One man who isn’t thinking about Invictus, considering he’s not even on the card for that star studded event, is P Clarence Whitman III. He sits in a corner clasping at his neck and watching as Executioner pulls Laymon to his feet and the two stare Whitman down, harboring evil intents for the former X-Class Champion.

Dollar: Now Pestilence are staring down their original target. There is no salvation for Whitman here tonight. The Pestilence will have their man.

Susie: They’re just like the Mounties…I miss you Due South.

Dollar: You’d be the only one.

Normally Whitman would take off running which is precisely what he seems to contemplate…for only a moment. To the surprise of Laymon and Executioner, Whitman steps straight towards them, chest puffed up and muscles tensing.

Dollar: Whitman isn’t going anywhere….he’s not running from anybody ever again.

The masses are amazed by Whitman’s transformation….if only it were brought about by rosier circumstances. An annoyed Laymon makes a throat cut taunt with his thumb and Executioner acts quickly, taking Whitman by the carotid artery.

Dollar: So much for Whitman’s metamorphosis.

The crowd who was elated moments ago, finds itself disheartened at the visual of Whitman being heaved into the chokesl….WAIT…Clarence manages to not only squirm out of Executioner’s palm, but land on his feet behind the big man in the process. Laymon then rushes forward to behead Whitman only to have Clarence turn, duck the former GM’s bicep and swing around behind him as well.

Whitman races forth at the same time that Mr. Hush comes charging in, both men lunging forward, catching Executioner and Laymon by the back of their heads and planting both men’s faces to the canvas.

Clarence pops up to his feet at the same time that Mr. Hush does, the two staring at each other over the laid out bodies of the Pestilence.

Dollar: Oooooh lord. Can we go back to Laymon performing this move?

Susie: Prepare to fill your pants with poop.

The fans are back to being excited again at the stunning visual of Mr. Hush and Whitman simultaneously extending their arms to their sides. They pivot between feet and then lunge into the air, landing on one foot in the process of turning away from their respective opponents. With each hop back by Whitman and Mr. Hush, half the crowd chants ‘H-U-S-H,’ while the other half shouts, ‘P-C-W-3!’

Mr. Hush drops into a worm and Whitman performs the most God awful, quintessentially white man, rendition of the worm as well. The two leap to their feet but just before they drop into chops across the Pestilence’s sternum, Mr. Hush lifts his hands and uses them to point at Whitman in Scott Hall style fashion, giving him center stage.

Whitman hams it up by swinging his arms around to his sides and then finally drops a chop right across Laymon’s chest. Mr. Hush at last connects with his chop as well.

A standing ovation…yes….a STANDING O is given to of all things, the worm….but perhaps the two most epic worms ever delivered.

Unfortunately the good times, Jimmy JJ Walker please don’t sue us, cannot keep rolling. Just as Whitman finds himself in the midst of celebration, he’s pounced upon from behind. Neither Al nor Lois are able to alert Whitman in time to the peril sneaking in behind him and once again turning his body into a weapon.

Jessica grabs Clarence by the back of the head, charges him across the ring and throws him shoulder first into Mr. Hush’s mid-section, knocking the Black Crusade representative through the ropes to the exterior of the ring.

Dollar: And Jessica Wilde just killed it….She just killed all the momentum of the Black Crusade and Whitman.

Susie: Whitman again makes the ultimate weapon.

A weapon Wilde will continue to exploit. An ailing Whitman staggers back holding his shoulder and stooped in a perilous position, one that Jessica takes advantage of. She wraps an arm around Clarence’s neck and turns his head in the direction of a recovering Silence. She pulls herself up with the aid of the ropes, unsuspecting of her current danger.

Wilde looks to cripple her via driving the top of Whitman’s skull into Silence’s kidneys.

Wilde: Maybe you’ll finally prove useful for something.

Onward Jessica leads Whitman unreceptively towards the femme of the Black Crusade’s ranks.

Whitman: NO MORE!

Whitman manages to swat the arm from around his neck, sending Jessica staggering forward before pulling an about face. She finds herself eye to eye, and actually shaken by the penetrating gaze of Whitman.

Whitman: I am not a WEAPON…I am a HUMAN BEING!

The decree, or more accurately, the defiance in which it is spoken, actually frightens Wilde. Yet she still lashes out with a big roudhouse kick that misses it’s target. Whitman’s duck, causes Jessica’s boot to fly over his head and Wilde’s momentum to carry her face to face with Silence…or more accurately, face to shin. Silence cracks Jessica right in the temple with the buzzsaw kick…a shot so absolutely vicious it knocks Wilde unconsciously backwards into the waiting arms of Whitman. He takes her arms and locks them around her neck, applying the Million Dollar Dream.

Dollar: Jessica clocked with the buzzsaw kick and now she’s caught in Whitman’s sleeper…she’s trapped…she’s trapped…Whitman has got her.

Susie: He’s got it locked in tighter than a bear-trap…..and bear-traps aren’t as fun as they sound….hence my medical bills.

Whitman thrashes Wilde’s body from side to side, her legs actually lifting up off of the canvas as she is swung about the ring. Finally the pain and the oxygen deprivation becomes too much, prompting her to tap Clarence’s forearm with her free hand.

Dollar: She tapped…holy Jesus, Whitman just made someone submit!

Susie: And for once it wasn’t me, when I tap out after fifteen minutes of listening to Whitman recite the word ‘ah.’

Every fan crammed in the Manhattan Center stands in elation at the sight of Whitman securing a submission victory over Wilde, who he at once tosses indiscriminately to the canvas. The fiery intense Whitman stares out over these fans cheering and chanting his name, but even their recognition does nothing to quell his passions. Whitman remains a snarling beast within the ring, one that Silence doesn’t even approach.

For once it’s Whitman who makes the first move, stepping towards Silence, extending his hand and accepting a shake.

Dollar: This is just surreal. I mean, we’ve seen flashes of Whitman showing this side of himself in recent months….but this is the first time Clarence has actually unleashed this part of himself.

Susie: If Clarence starts calling himself a monster, I quit.

Apparently Whitman is only out to sleigh monsters….and the monster at the top of his list, remains Ba’al…the Prince of Sin’s lackeys just not cutting it for Clarence.

The handshake has ended and at once Whitman has vacated the ring, not even remaining behind to bask in the adulation. Instead he leaves the ring with Lois following him up the ramp, and he abandons Pestilence to the mercy of the Black Crusade…or maybe it’s the other way around.

The moment Silence steps towards Wilde, she finds herself caught from behind by Executioner. He pulls her around and engulfs her throat with both hands, looking to strangle the life out of her before Mr. Hush intervenes. He rushes in behind Executioner and delivers a Buttcracker Suite. Executioner’s bum bounces off the elevated knees of Mr. Hush, and his body goes twisting into the canvas

Laymon then comes in to help his partner, lunging into the air to drop a knee into Mr. Hush’s face only to have the still laid out Black Crusade member roll out of the way. Laymon’s knee cracks the canvas, and he has no time to embrace the pain, or contemplate recovering from it, because in rushes Silence with the Radiant Sorcererss. Her version of the shining wizard has knocked Laymon out cold and now leaves him to the mercy of his rivals…..not good when facing those who are particularly merciless.

Before Silence can figure out how she’s going to take advantage of this, she finds Jessica rushing towards her….Wilde desperate to make up for her loss by tearing apart the woman she has shamelessly emulated these past few months.

But Silence sees her coming, Wilde getting overzealous, which causes her to shoot into a right hand too early. Silence ducks it and Wilde goes spiraling around behind her. Jessica just turns before suffering the Mephisto Waltz, a suerkick to the throat so deadly it knocks Wilde back into the Expiratus Aculei.

Dollar: All three members of the Pestilence SHOULD have got out of the ring when they lost this match, because now the Black Crusade are turning these three into their bitches.

Susie: You just totally gave me a visual of Mr. Hush with a pimp cane and gold teeth in his grill…which might be the greatest visual ever.

The Black Crusade is not satisfied, not after everything the Pestilence has done to them, including causing their eliminations from the Last Stand Rumble. Silence makes their motives clear, summoning Al to the ring, or more accurately the weapon he maintains possession of. On Silence’s behalf, Al clutches the katana she brought to the ring and now returns it to her with gusto.

Dollar: Oh GOD….what is Silence going to do with that sword?

Susie: Good thing Jessica doesn’t have a pee-pee to choppy….that I know of.

The sword apparently won’t be utilized to castrate a woman without the necessary equipment. INSTEAD the katana now wielded by Silence is utilized on an absent minded Wilde’s….mask. The laces that tie the mask to Jessica’s head are severed by the blade, and the fabric that has concealed Wilde’s face is torn away. Silence has reclaimed ownership of her mask.

Dollar: Silence cutting the mask off of Jessica Wilde’s head…she has FINALLY taken it back.

Laymon crawls across the ring to help his comrade only to have Mr. Hush step over his back, putting him in a camel clutch then untying the knots in the Pestilence member’s mask. A sustained roar is overheard from the audience at the sight of Mr. Hush holding HIS mask plucked from Laymon’s head UP HIGH.

Dollar: And now it’s Mrs. Hush’s turn, he just took back the mask that Laymon has been using to copy and frame him.

Jacob and Jessica scramble out of the ring, desperately trying to cover their faces. Executioner is right there, wedging their heads against his chest in an attempt to help conceal his partners. All the while If I Had a Heart is playing through the speakers to commemorate this moment of triumph for Silence, Mr. Hush and Al.

Dollar: Another stunning turn of events here tonight…Whitman and the Black Crusade manage to defeat the Pestilence….with Clarence actually earning a submission over Wilde….and the story doesn’t end there…

Mr. Hush and Silence take center-stage…or center-ring, standing side by side with the masks torn from the faces of Pestilence, raised high above their heads.

Back to Mark Comeau, who is STILL riding high…in more ways than one…after the action in the ring. He’s getting even more amped, and his pupils further dilated, the closer he gets to the dressing room of Taylor Chase.

Comeau: Okay-okay, I know everyone is a little worked up after everything that happened out in the ring….but there’s no more delaying it., I promised an exclusive with Taylor Chase concerning what happened to Yvonne earlier tonight, and I’m delivering on the goods, baby.

No knock is necessary, at least not in Comeau’s mind, he simply takes the doorknob and acts like a welcomed guest, pushing his way inside.

Comeau: Excuse me, Mrs. Chase?

The rest of his string of questions never follow, his tongue rendered mute.

Ba’al: There’s no need to second guess the course that you must take tonight.

Ba’al sits on a steel chair in inverted fashion, leaning against the back support.

Taylor Chase leans too…as far away from Ba’al as possible. Her back is propped against the wall, her face half shadowed by the clothes hanging from her locker.

Ba’al: Do you honestly believe Legion will watch your back this evening? He’s made that vow before and followed it by almost costing you the World Championship. You know full and well that he will do the same tonight when given opportunity to injure you on the cusp of your World Title showdown..

Ba’al glances over his shoulder at Jaina Frost standing in the background with the N.H.B Championship draped over her forearm.

Ba’al: When I faced Legion inside of the cage several weeks ago in order to procure this….

Fingers slowly extend back and slide down the golden plate of the N.H.B Championship.

Ba’al:….I was forced to battle a man who would delve to any depths….who employed any tactics, no matter how barbaric to keep his title. He purged me of several ounces of my blood….He mangled my flesh in new, indescribable ways…He dragged me through the very pits of hades to capture the gold. So in knowing that….in seeing these scars on my flesh….and hearing my woeful tale of blood loss and tortured limbs….surely you must now realize that Legion is possessed by ambition, and will do everything in his power to see his greed for gold satisfied.

Ba’al rises from the chair and steps to his sister’s side, continuing to address Taylor even as he backs towards the door. Chase remains surprisingly silent and still in her corner of the room.

Ba’al: If you honestly believe that Legion will respect your truce this evening, then you are living in a fairy tale…one of the Grimm variety. I say this NOT as an opponent merely trying to sow the seeds of distrust between my rivals headed into our tag team match tonight. I give you this advice because a world with Legion as champion is NOT one that I can tolerate living in. You MUST maintain your Championship at Invictus…but first you must survive tonight, and the only way to do that, is to deal with Legion, before he has a chance to deal with you.

EARLIER TONIGHT

Abigail: I really appreciate you two ladies agreeing to hang out with me tonight.

Lindsey states while overlooking the endless collection of forks and spoons assembled around the soup bowl before her.

At first neither of her guests, Brittany Lohan and Cassidy Haze, react…instead they are too busy observing their own plates of food. At last Haze is bold enough to whisper to Lohan.

Cassidy: What the hell am I eating?

Lohan: Abi, the only reason I agreed to stick around is so that we can end this distraction once and for all and I can get back to training.

Cassidy: Are my noodles supposed to be moving?

Abigail: Distraction? Brit….we’re family….Cassidy included.

Cassidy: No…I’m closer to Brittany than family…Where were you, Abi, when Boss-Lady needed help? Where were you when she was all on her own?

Abigail: Arguing with you backstage because of your paranoia.

Cassidy: I’m NOT paranoid. I know you for exactly what you are, Abi. You’re a leech. You only latch on when you need something, and then when you’re done bleeding your host dry, you’ll detach, and move on to your next victim.

As these words are spoken Cassidy finds her fork digging into the table cloth, the prongs twisting deeper and deeper into the sheet.

Cassidy: You absorbed my heart, and you took my trust, but at Invictus, I’m gonna bleed you dry….Hehehe….I’m going to bleed you DRRRRY…hehehehe….The succubus will be slain….

The fork rises and Cassidy’s tongue licks the sharpened tips.

Cassidy: It’s just like I said on NewAge, I’m going to cut and slice, and cut and slice, and cut and slice until you’re exterior matches who you are on the inside…

Lohan: ENOUGH!

Lohan swipes her arms through the air and backs away from the table.

Lohan: You see now, Abi? This family can never be pieced back together.

Abigail: Sure it can. If we just apply ourselves…If you two just give it a chance, I know I can fix everything.

Lohan: You’re only making things worse, Abi.

Abigail: After everything the four of us have been through together, how can you just give up on us like this?

Lohan: I’ve given you two more opportunities than I should have alrea….wait…what do you mean…the four of us?

Alana Starr: Hey Abi…thanks for the invite…this place is nice.

The voice that speaks up behind Brittany has her skin pulsating.

Leviticus: HELLLLO FANBOYS WORLD WIDE….

The show returns with Leviticus inside of the ring, peacocking to the delight of the audience and covered in a pile of merch. He has about three hats on top of his head, one being a beanie, one being a cap, and one being a giant Dr. Seuss inspired top hat with the Chase Global logo on it. Plus, he’s got t-shirts, on top of t-shirts, on top of even more t-shirts draping his arms.

Susie: Did our merchandize table come to life?

Dollar: I think that’s Leviticus, the new marketing guru for Chase Global And it looks like he’s out here hawking some goods when he’s SUPPOSED to be wrestling Cassidy Haze tonight.

Susie: But didn’t Haze pull a Lohan and totally no show tonight’s event?

Dollar: That’s been the rumor du jour throughout the locker-room.

Susie: Looks like Leviticus is taking full advantage of a lack of an opponent then.

Indeed he is, as he struts his goodies about the ring and prepares to unload some swag.

Leviticus: I know there’s been a lot of garbage happening in this ring tonight because IWC’s trying to make you all collectively blow a load in your undershorts in anticipation of Invictus. Which means, with so much going on, you probably haven’t had a chance to hit the merch tables….but that’s okay, cause Leviticus is here to do you all a solid and bring the merch table to you.

Arms stretch to his sides, allowing the fans to view all of the t-shirts, pendants, and other such bling hanging from his body.

Leviticus: Yeah, soak it all in people, because this gear could be yours. You know you’ll look good, maybe not as good as me, but good nonetheless, decked out in the latest Chase Global apparel.

His fingers urgently snap and now Caitlyn Perry, Leviticus’ girlfriend comes waltzing to the stage, wrapped in a Kyle Black t-shirt.

Leviticus: Feeling inadequate? Like you flat out suck? Well, you’re probably right, but at least you can be rocking an awesome Kyle Black t-shirt in the process. And just like you’re local Mohel, I’m offering half off specials.

Leviticus stomps his foot as he swirls his finger, insisting that Caitlyn do a little twirl on the stage, doing so on cue.

Leviticus: Notice that awesome beanie on Caitlyn’s head?

The Lukas Knight themed beanie is accentuated by Caitlyn.

Leviticus: You could be just like Lucas Knight…in the sense that your absolutely nothing like him….because I’m offering you all a one of a kind Lucas Knight beanie, Pay for one at the price of two, and you’ll get half off.

Susie: Johnny, give me your wallet.

Dollar: Absolutely not.

Susie: Damn…I wonder if Leviticus will accept ticket stubs to the Lego Movie as compensation, I have about fifty of them.

Leviticus continues to make his sales-pitch, as he and Caitlyn model the Chase Global apparel.

Leviticus: I know…you’re all asking, hey, Leviticus, what do you do to get your ass in that type of shape…it’s called palates people, try it, you’ll love it. But you also may be asking, hey Leviticus, with Invictus right around the corner, do you have any more special offers to hype this big event? Well slap your momma in the face and kick your daddy in the nutsack, cause you bet I do. Enter promo code, LeviticusIsGod at ChaseGlobalShop.com, and you’ll get the one of a kind collectible Invictus one-sheet featuring Gavin Taylor’s face superimposed over Jackson Adams’ head.

The Cartel-tron flashes with the image of a Gavin Taylor, Jackson Adams chimera….which is hindsight, is really quite disturbing.

Leviticus: And there’s even more…because if you order within the next four minutes, you’ll get a personalized coffee mug that….

”BREAK” by Three Days Grace elicits quite the reaction from Jackson Adams. He comes strolling to the stage at this point and pauses, shaking his head towards the ring and then wincing at the image on the Cartel-tron. Caitlyn has dashed to ringside and stands within range of Leviticus’ protection.

Dollar: Jackson Adams doesn’t look too thrilled by Leviticus’ photoshoping of his already badly photoshopped Inviticus one-sheet.

Susie: Leviticus thought he was going to get off easy tonight with Cassidy not showing up at the arena, but I think Jackson is here to pick up the slack for Haze.

Adams is inside of the ring within seconds.

Leviticus: It looks like we’ve got our first interested buyer.

On the fly Jackson’s intentions have changed.

Leviticus: The Seussian hat won you over didn’t it?

The phallic shaped top hat on top of Leviticus’ head is gestured to.

Jackson: The offer is tempting…but….

Adams is fishing some cash out of his pocket.

Jackson: I’m not going to fork over my cash for any of this garbage…but I WILL pay you to please SHUT the HELL UP!

Many in the audience support this notion that has Leviticus twisting around the ring, holding a finger to his lips, gesturing for the crowd to settle down.

Jackson: Here’s twenty bucks…go buy yourself some turtle wax for your chrome dome, and get out of my ring….This is the final stop before Invictus, and though it might not mean anything to newbies like yourself, it DOES mean a whole hell of a lot to guys like me. Guys who have competed at past mega-events like these under the IWC umbrella. So I’m not about to let someone like you stand out here and trivialize the biggest night of the year. I’ve had too many classics against the likes of Nathan Creed, Orlando Cruze, AWOL, so on and so forth, to let someone like you come along and undermine an event with so much meaning to yours truly, and to all of these people.

Leviticus: You know what? You sound like this night means a lot to you. Which is why I think you’ll be interested in this…..

A roll of toilet paper is removed from his pocket.

Leviticus: The brand new Invictus toilet paper…So here, why don’t you go and wipe your ass with it?

The TP is tossed to Adams, who holds it for only a moment. He then throws the toilet paper over his shoulder and his hand right into Leviticus’ throat.

Jackson: I think I’d rather wipe this canvas with your ugly mug. You….me…one on one…right now!

Leviticus pushes aside Jackson’s hand from his throat and steps back removing his layers upon layers of Chase Global apparel.

Leviticus: Listen here Mister, I’m the Sultan of Social Media, the Master Media Mogul, and above all else, the Most Loved Man on the Planet, I don’t want all of this hostility, I just want to make everyone happy, which is why….LOOK OUT FOR TYSON GALLOWAY!

Adams spins around with fists raised defensively only to find nothing but empty air before him, and a forearm connecting from behind. Leviticus attacks the distracted Adams, doubling him over.

Dollar: Brilliant swerve by Leviticus….tricking Adams into thinking that Galloway was out here then getting the drop on him from behind.

Referee Michelle Blacker rushes down the ramp, rolls into the ring and calls for the bell to get this impromptu match underway.

JACKSON ADAMS VS. LEVITICUS

Leviticus swoops in behind Adams, wedges a shoulder to his kidneys and then heaves him up into the air for the back drop. However, Adams manages to flip completely over, land on his feet behind Leviticus and in the process he grabs one of the many t-shirts hanging from his adversary’s shoulders. Leviticus spins around and finds Adams dangling a Gavin Taylor t-shirt out to his side.

Leviticus: Give that back before you depreciate its value.

Leviticus dives at the t-shirt only to have Jackson pull it out of the way at the last second.

Jackson: Ole!

The marketing guru rolls across the canvas to his feet, turns towards Adams and the t-shirt once again dangling out to his side and then comes charging in. Adams pulls the shirt out of the way as Leviticus dives under it face first into the middle turnbuckle pad. His skull bounces off and he goes staggering back into Adams.

Jackson wraps the t-shirt around Leviticus’ neck and uses it to whip his adversary across the ring.

The Most Loved Man on the Planet is definitely not being shown any love here tonight, as he goes spiraling into the turnbuckle, falls against it and his legs threaten to buckle beneath him. Adams grabs one of the pieces of merch off the canvas, a pendant.

Dollar: Jackson just can’t keep his hands off the swag.

Susie: I want some of that commemorative Invictus toilet-paper. Talk about wiping your backside in style.

Leviticus storms out of the corner only to come to an abrupt stop when Jackson begins to swing the pendant back and forth in front of his face.

Jackson: You’re getting sleepy, very-very sleepy.

Leviticus: This is absolutely ridic….oooh so shiny.

Leviticus is positively mesmerized by the sparkling silver Kyle Black pendant, but soon that enchantment turns to suffrage. A big boot collides with Leviticus’ ribcage, doubling him over and allowing Adams to deliver a DDT. However, the DDT is totally no sold by Leviticus, who’s three layers of hats prevented him from taking much punishment

Leviticus: HA-HA!

The hats are removed and tossed aside.

Leviticus: Thanks for showing all these people just how durable the Chase Global merch is…

Jackson suddenly delivers another kick to Leviticus’ ribs, delivering a SECOND DDT, now that there are no hats to protect his head. The Sultan of Social Media bounces off of the canvas then goes rolling across it clasping at his cranium. He gets to his knees with Jackson drawing near, about to inflict further punishment.

Leviticus: WHOA….Hey playa….take it down a notch….

It’s Jackson’s turn to hesitate when he sees Leviticus holding up a collectible leather wallet with a Gavin Taylor insignia upon it.

Leviticus: Leave the ring now and I’ll give you free shipping on the first of its kind, Gavin Taylor wallet. It even comes with a Gavin Taylor photo inside.

Leviticus peaks inside the wallet and cringes.

Leviticus: Actually this one has a photo of some cute little Asian kid, but MOST of them will come with pictures of Gavin….

A swift kick is delivered to the wallet, sending it flying through the air. Jackson then dives into the face of the seated Leviticus.

A basement dropkick sends Leviticus rolling towards the ropes, grabbing the cables to TRY and stand up. Adams comes charging in at this point and drops into a baseball slide right past Leviticus and right under the ropes. He lands on the mats then delivers a straight punch to Leviticus’ face. The shot knocks the Master Media Mogul to the center of the ring.

Dollar: Get it together Leviticus….come on! Stop making Jackson look good.

Susie: Are you STILL harboring a grudge against Adams?

Dollar: The man put me in a neck collar for weeks and had me looking like Joel Getner.

Adams keeps the pressure on Leviticus, clearing the ring of several merch items and then bending down with hands to his knees, preparing to end this confrontation. Leviticus starts to stand up when Adams swoops in and grabs his arms, twisting his opponent around into a kick to the gut before pinning his arms to his sides. Leviticus is then dumped right on top of his head via the Blissful Ignorance.

The package piledriver has Leviticus flipping over and crashing to his back, totally spent and totally void of consciousness at this point.

Dollar: Damn-damn-dammit!

Susie: Looks like you’re favorite wrestler in the whole wide world is about to win this match, Johnny.

Dollar: Please takes this ink-pen and use it to gouge my eyes out.

Susie: I thought you’d never ask.

Caitlyn screams towards Leviticus to get up, but he just sits on the canvas with his eyes rolling to the back of his head. All the while the fans are on their feet starting a ‘one more time’ chant. Jackson smirks in response to their request, one he has no trouble abiding to. He steps towards the absent minded Leviticus, takes him around the neck and rolls him to his knees. He then begins to hook both arms, setting up for the package piledriver a second time.

Dollar: Wasn’t once enough, you blood-thirsty son of a bitc….

Susie: HEY…look at the rampway, Johnny!

Dollar: Good, I’d rather look at anything that isn’t Jackson Adams.

On the stage a table has now been situated…one put in place by two stagehands.

Dollar: That weasel, Jackson Adams is slated to compete in the Tables Are Legal Gauntlet at Invictus….so it’s only fitting that he’s being distracted by WHOMEVER had this table situated on the stage.

Susie: A lot of participants in that gauntlet for the number one contendership at the No Holds Barred Championship, so there’s no telling who….

Countess Nevena comes strutting to the stage.

Dollar: I guess that answers that question.

Susie: But I didn’t even get a chance to finish asking.

Nevena, who has been caught in the middle of all this table related insanity, now employs one to her own advantage. She slides up onto the table and lets her legs dangle over the edge, kicking playfully while she tilts her head from side to side. Jackson doesn’t find this playful whatsoever, dropping Leviticus and shouting at Nevena, threatening to put her through the very table she’s seated upon.

Although Michelle Blacker would love to see that come to fruition, she is forced to actually do her job. The masochistic official shouts through the ropes at Nevena to take the table to the back, but its Michelle’s back she should be watching.

Nevena’s bodyguard takes full advantage of this opportunity, Viktor Drugov sliding into the ring behind a distracted Adams.

Dollar: Turn around Adams…PLEASE turn around and get what’s coming to you….PLEASE!

Suddenly Adams is grabbed by the shoulder, swung around and nailed to the ribs with the top edge of a briefcase crashing into his ribcage. Drugov throws aside the briefcase then drags the head of a stooped forward Adams under his seat, wrapping arms around his waist. Before Adams can react, he’s being heaved into the air and then driven down viciously into the canvas with a sit-out powerbomb.

Dollar: Hahahahaha.

Susie: Jackson powerbombed by Countess Nevena’s heavy.

Michelle is still bickering with Nevena on the stage, completely unaware of what’s happening behind her in the ring. Just before the official can turn and take notice, Drugov vacates the ring….well….AFTER he’s grabbed the Seussian style Chase Global hat off the canvas and stuffed it into his briefcase, adding to Nevena’s collection.

Susie: DAMMIT, I wanted that hat.

With briefcase in hand, and Adams laid out, Drugov makes his exit.

Caitlyn is now slapping the apron, shouting at Leviticus and giving him the encouragement to crawl into the cover.

Dollar: Leviticus capitalizing on the help from Nevena and Drugov. Turn around and make the count already, Blacker.

Michelle turns just as Viktor has cleared to the ringside area, therefore she only sees Leviticus’ arm draped across Jackson’s sternum. The official drops into position and makes the count.

1

2

3

Dollar: Hahahaha…I love it!

Susie: Jackson was whoopin that ass, then Nevena and Viktor interfere and manage to screw him out of this win.

Dollar: It might just increase sales at ChaseGlobalShop.com.

The celebration commences as Caitlyn slides into the ring and swoops in beside Leviticus, holding up her man…her hero. Leviticus almost goes down several times, brain rattled by the package piledriver. Somehow, considering he is Leviticus after-all,, he manages to celebrate even after suffering significant head trauma.

Not only does he celebrate though, he actually grabs one of the microphones that were dropped to the canvas in the middle of his flare up with Adams.

Leviticus: In celebration of this win…..all Gavin Taylor best of DVDS will now receive a discount of 0% off….ACT NOW!

Thank God that Frankie Paradise parked in the nearest handicap spot when he arrived here tonight, for it allows him the quickest of exits from the building. He hurries along towards his car, bags strewn over his shoulder and concerned expression on his face.

Upon reaching his car, Frankie tentatively takes the door handle and peers into the front seat, making sure he doesn’t have a fire ball waiting on him.

Mr. D: Excuse me…but where do you think you’re going?

Frankie spins around, fists clinched and waiting to strike anything that nears. Fortunately for Paradise, what nears is not a member of the Blacklist, but the chairman of operations, Mr. D.

Frankie: Nice to see ya Boss…..but I’m outtie….Totes about to enter the witness relocation program.

Mr. D: Yeah, I’m sure a lot of people would love to just see you vanish…But ummm, your night isn’t over yet.

Frankie: It isn’t?

Mr. D: Not by a long shot.

The camera zooms in to properly capture Frankie’s pensive stare.

Frankie: Shit.

Lois: Please Clarence…PLEASE….just stop!

The demands of MRS. Whitman are not followed by her still unstable husband. With Lois nipping at his heels, Clarence makes his way down a corridor, checking every door in the process.

Whitman: Sinistry?

He peeks into a room and then quickly closes it before proceeding along.

Lois: Would you stop this, Whitman? Would you just talk to me?

Whitman: Sinistry?

Lois is outright ignored as Whitman peers into yet another dimly lit room.

Lois: What are you going to do if you find Ba’al?

At last she gets a response.

Whitman: What I should have done weeks ago…

Lois: You just wrestled a match against those carny folk in the ring….

Whitman What? You don’t think I have the stamina to compete again tonight?

Lois: No….

She smiles and blushes.

Lois: You have no problems with stamina…I learned that in the St. Regis Hotel.

While Lois’ flesh takes on a red tone thanks to the endearing memories of her honeymoon, Whitman’s skin tone is crimson thanks to his memories of that night, and they are not FOND memories.

Lois: I know you’re an animal and everything…but….this challenge to Ba’al, it’s just….

Her hands fall on his chest, and before long begin to squeeze his pecs.

Lois: It’s just…have you been hitting the gym more lately.

Whitman: Erm….I have been lifting dumb-bells.

Lois: Like I was saying, you’re tough and all, but I don’t know if challenging the Sinistry is the smartest….Have you been using different cologne?

Whitman: I showered this afternoon…

Lois: Oh I just can’t take it anymore!

Whitman: Lois, what are you doing?

Hands clasp hold of Whitman’s shirt and are employed to drag him into one of the rooms he had just scanned.

Whitman: This is so forward.

The door slams behind the back of Whitman, and luckily cameras cut away before any other noises can be heard filtering from the room.

ALL STAR TAG

“We Own It” by 2 Chainz and Wiz Khalifa starts to play as everybody in attendance faces towards the stage area. They wait for the new Evolution Champion to make his appearance, yet there is nobody

It isn’t till we hear a loud commotion in the audience that a camera shifts over and we finally see Andre Jordan making his way through the people. He’s got on his no sleeve hooded vest, with the hoodie on his head. The Evolution Title sits over his shoulder, and Tabitha Silverstone is following right along behind her client, shaking a few of the hands outstretched in her direction

The fans all clamor towards him as he slaps hands with as many as possible. The crowd begins cheering louder as the song is pumping them up.

Andre finally makes his way to the dasher board at ringside. The song begins to near the chorus as Andre stands on top of the dasher board. He has his head down and raises his hands up towards the hoodie and takes it off as he raises his head up

“See the people I ride with, this moment”
(He makes circular motions to the crowd with his arms)

“We own It!”
(He then points his fingers down to the ground demonstratively)

The crowd cheers louder as Andre stays standing on the dasher board. He soon jumps off the dasher board and onto the steel steps. He slowly makes his way up on to the ring apron and peers out to the crowd while walking along the ring apron. He pauses to lift the Evolution Title high above his head.
He stops when he gets right in the middle and spreads his legs out and stretches out his arms. He’s looking out to the crowd and nodding his head as the fans are pointing and cheering at him. Tabitha is clapping her hands on the outside, trying to drum up even more support for her client.

Once again the song reaches its chorus and we hear the same lyrics:

“See the people I ride with, this moment”

Andre keeps his arms outstretched during this part)

“We own it”
(Andre again points to the ground demonstratively but this time the crowd does it along with him)

Andre gives them a smile before turning around, grabbing the top rope, and slingshotting himself into the ring. He walks across the ring and hops up to the second rope and motions for the crowd to get louder.

He then unzips the vest and removes it. He bounces up and down in a corner while he waits for the match to begin, tossing the Evolution Title to the referee.

Dollar: I was just about to say that Whitman probably should have been better off waiting out here at ringside to get his hands on Ba’al…but now that he’s getting busy with Lois backstage, I stand corrected.

Susie: While Whitman lies erected….hehehehe. I just did a total dirty play on words. I’m a dirty….dirty girl.

Dollar: Speaking of dirty….see, that was a segue there…..what Chase Global tried to do to Andre Jordan earlier tonight was downright disgusting.

Susie: Can you really blame them? I mean, I’d probably react just as bad if someone tried to keep me away from a bright and a shiny.

Dollar: Well Andre has a chance at payback against Chase Global here tonight, considering Gavin Taylor will be one of his opponents, and he’ll have an even bigger crack at retribution when Invictus rolls around.

Rip Out the Wings of a Butterfly by HIM plays through the speakers and a rather downtrodden Kathryn Pearson makes her way through a shower of pyrotechnics. On a night where she was assaulted by Amanda Blayze AND she witnessed Yvonne Knight being assaulted by Lukas Montgomery, Kathryn is no mood to spend time playing up to the crowd. She reaches the ring, tosses her X-Class Title inside and rolls in herself.

Dollar: We’re doing entrances a little differently for this match cause here comes Kathryn Pearson representing the team opposing Andre’s…

Susie: And look, she’s got a bright and sparkly too. Though those things seem more dangerous than they’re worth….Once you get one, everyone tries to beat their own mother to take it from you.

Dollar: Which is why hostilities exploded between Pearson and Amanda Blayze earlier tonight, the two ladies scheduled to fight for the X-Class Title in a 3 Out of 3 Falls match at Invictus …But tonight, they’ll be on opposing teams.

Pearson and Andre provide an endearing visual, the sight of Kathryn holding up the X-Class Title as she stands mono-a-mono with Jordan, who is holding up the Evolution title.

Dollar: Champions facing off as part of this All-Star Invictus Tag Match….

Susie: This is gonna be bigger than huger….

Dollar: Huger?

Susie: Yeah, an hyperbole of huge.

Dollar: Just keep making them up as you go Susie….

Susie: No prpblem.

The fans are awaiting even more arrivals for this gigantic five on five tag, and Silverwolf is about to meet the crowd’s demand. With table clutched in his hands, Aerik Walker moves into the gorilla position.

Aerik…

To the surprise of the cagey veteran, his eyes rise to encompass the view of his wife, Alyksandra.

Silverwolf: Well howdy babe. Nice to see you took me up on my offer.

Alyksandra: Yeah.

She responds with a lack of emotion to her tone.

Silverwolf: Now you can see first-hand just how ‘beloved’ I am.

Alyksandra: There’s no need to rub it in, Aerik. I’m here.

Silverwolf: Yes you are, try not to get TOO jealous when I step through those curtains and you hear the POP I get.

Alyksandra: Why would I be jealous to see you go to the ring and feed your addiction to entertain a bunch of sycophants….sycophants who just want to see you use up what’s left of your body…

Silverwolf: There’s that green eyed monster again.

Alyksandra: Please. Those people don’t care about you The only thing these people get off on are mindless acts of barbarism, like going through tables….

Silverworlf: That’s ridiculous.

The table at his side is discreetly pushed around behind his back.

Alyksandra: When are you going to realize that your body can’t take this type of punishment anymore, Aerik? You’re not indestructible, you’re not as durable as you used to be. Actually, you’re nowhere near as good as you used to be. That’s why I don’t want you to go out there, Aerik. You’re just embarrassing our family and destroying your legacy….

Marie Jones: AERIK!

Walker blows the strands of his gray hair from his face to get a better look at Marie hurrying towards he and his wife.

Silverwolf: Marie-Marie-Marie, what can I do for you?

Alyksandra: We were having a private conversation, Jones.

There seems to be a level of bitterness directed by Walker’s wife, to the daughter of Aerik’s best friend, Angelica Jones.

Marie: Oh….I’m sorry.

Silverwolf: Don’t sweat it, Kid. The lil misses is just a upset cause I’m getting all the fame.

Alyksandra: That is absolutely rid….

Silverworlf: You were saying, Marie?

Marie: Okay, erm um…oh yeah. Just want to say, that it’s going to be an honor teaming with you tonight..

Silverwolf: Think nothing of it. I was booked, I show up, I do my job, I electrify the crowd, I leave….end of story.

Marie: Fair enough…But I was hoping the two of us teaming together could be part of a trend.

Silverwolf: Trend?

Marie: Yeah….I mean, you’re a man all about legacy, right?

Silverwolf: Uh-huh?

Marie: Well one of the most endearing aspects of your legacy was teaming with my mother in Apocalypse. What if we….

Silverwolf: Reform Apocalypse?

Marie: Yeah….Just think of the legacy you’ll forge bringing Apocalypse back to the IWC, with you, me, and Jackson Adams.

Silverwolf: The offer is tempting, but…wait….say that again.

Marie: We should bring Apocalypse back and rule….

Silverwolf: No….the Jackson Adams part.

Marie hoped he wouldn’t obsess over that finer detail.

Marie: Yeah, you, me and Adams, the ULTIMATE version of Apocalypse….

Silverwolf: Marie…you ALMOST had me before you brought Jackson into the mix.

Alyksanda: You and your old grudges, Aerik? When will you ever let go of this issue with Adams, and let go of this need to embarrass our family going to that ring?

Marie: Maybe it is time you got over your past problems with Adams. Because if the three of us get together we’d run roughshod over everyone, everyone who has tried to embarrass us….

Ba’al: Including I?

Marie is about ten seconds from flashing into Kill Bill mode when she spots Ba’al, with his trenchcoat buttoned up, stepping to her side.

Ba’al: I hate to think you truly feel slighted by my actions?

Marie: I’ve never shied away from telling people how it is, Ba’al….Which is why I’m going to tell you right now, that if you don’t back away from me…

Ba’al: Such HOSTILITY, Marie….but where does this all stem from? I’ve only ever tried to be a positive influence on your career…

Marie: Oh really, so is that why I have a huge welt on the side of my head from where you had your masked buddy attack me on NewAge?

Ba’al: Yes, actually. It is to your benefit that you are rendered incapable of challenging me at Invictus, and it is also to your benefit that I win the title….This entire federation, and all those in it will be absolved if a man of righteous intent takes the gold….So consider yourself fortunate that I am willing to sacrifice myself to save you from your sins and bring morality back to the World Heavyweight Title. And the absolution begins tonight my dear, as I move one step closer to making sure the title is taken into the Sinistry’s clutches.

Ba’al retreats back into the shadows, leaving Marie, Walker and Alyksandra to figure out what they just heard.

Alyksandra: THIS is what you came back for?

Silverwolf: Actually, I came back to shut guys like that up. So Marie, I’ll consider your offer, if it’s just the two of us in Apocalypse, with no Jackson Adams involvement. And babe…

He turns to his stewing wife.

Silverwolf: Like it or not, I’m headed to that ring to expand our family’s legacy, not disgrace it.

Back to the interior of the Manhattan Center where the ring is already filling up. During the foray to the back, Gavin Taylo,r accompanied per custom by Adam Chase, and Amanda Blayze have already made their arrivals. Amanda gives an intense glare in Pearson’s direction, who is holding up the X-Class gold and telling Blayze if she wants it, to come and try to take it. But there’s so much more that Amanda wants to take from Kathryn.

Dollar: The bodies continuing to pile out here and consume the ring as we build for this 5 versus 5 Tag.

Susie: Amanda and Kathryn look ready to kill each other.

Dollar: Lord knows they’ve tried throughout the night… And the same can be said for Gavin Taylor and Andre Jordan who clashed over ownership of the Evolution Title earlier tonight.

All the hostilities between Gavin, Jordan, Blayze and Pearson are instantly set aside when the lyrics of Savage’s theme song plays through the speakers. The big man steps to the stage and ignores the hostile vibe in the building, He just proceeds down the ramp undaunted by this reaction.

Dollar: Savage actually making it out here…guess he’s still got some left in the tank even after his run in with Darko.

Susie: Those two really need a group therapy session.

Dollar: And it won’t be the last time Darko and Savage will be competing against each other. They’re both now entered into that Tables Are Legal Gauntlet at Invictus.

Susie: Jeezal peezel, imagine what’ll happen to those poor tables when they’re caught between Darko and Savage.

Savage looks past all of the men and woman in the ring, be it teammates or opponents. His fixation is on concluding his hostilities with Darko before the Tables Are Legal match even has a chance to roll around.

The light dim as Stitches by Allele plays over the PA system and Silverwolf is on his way to the ring, just not alone.

Speaking of tables, that’s exactly what sways at Walker’s side. With table hanging from his hands, Aerik approaches the squared circle, pausing only briefly to set the table up on the mats. Savage slaps the surface of the table, making its secure and then finally moving up the steps to the apron.

Dollar: Silverwolf has brought along a table….which is exactly what this match needed. Lord knows we haven’t had enough mindless violence.

Susie: That should soooo be what they change the name of the IWC too, Mindless Violence, with your host, Susie Moore.

Dollar: Well you definitely have the mindless part of that down pat.

A heavenly choir starts to sing, as the lights black out. A spotlight emerges on the stage, as Romeo steps out from the back, with a look of pure determination on his face. He walks out to the end of the stage, and looks around momentarily before continuing his way to the ring.

His face, blank, but his eyes tell a story of pain and passion, as he walks down to the ring, and climbs in, completely ignoring those around him. Once in the ring, he backs to his corner, and sits on the top turnbuckle, his chin in his hands; all the while waiting for this match to begin.

Dollar: Surprisingly Romeo has been silent thus far tonight….Possibly storing up his energies for not only this All Star Tag, but for his huge Four Way Number One Contenders Match at Invictus.

Susie: Romeo is soooo smart…..you know how I know this? Because he’s got a six pack. Only smart people have six packs.

Dollar: But he wasn’t silent last week on NewAge….

Dollar: Because on NewAge, we saw Frankie Paradise at long last clash one on one with Marie Jones.

Susie: But things didn’t stay one on one for long.

Clips from the NewAge main event are rehashed, with Jones getting a chance at retribution against the man who has been a nagging thorn in her ribs for so long. As the action escalates between the General Manager, and the rebellious Jones, Lucas Knight attempts to interfere by inserting Stuart Wright, the most corrupt of officials, into the match as referee. When that proves ineffective, Ba’al attempts to interfere, by having his masked associate attack Jones, almost giving Frankie the victory.

Dollar: Ba’al and Lucas Knight tried to interfere and screw Marie over….then they started arguing over who’s scheme was better, which allowed Romeo to slip into the fray undetected.

Suisie: And boy howdy, did he ever drop a bombshell on Paradise.

Frankie is outraged over the presence of Romeo, and even more infuriated when he sees Damascus remove his jacket to reveal the officiating jersey on beneath. He then pushes Paradise along into the Vindicator, which scores a big pin for Jones.

We return live to find Marie Jones, the biggest winner from that whole chaotic turn of events on NewAge, stepping down the ramp.

Dollar: Marie coming off the heels of a MAJOR win last week…but can she parlay that victory into further momentum? Especially when she’s facing the man who helped her on NewAge, in Romeo.

Susie: Not only tonight, but as part of that fatal four way at Invictus.

Dollar: What little alliance might have been formed between these two will end here tonight.

Susie: Awww…so Marie won’t get to lay her head on those abs? Poor Marie.

Jones steps into the ring and her first order of business, a demonstration of respect. She extends her hand towards Romeo, who tentatively reciprocates the gesture.

That’s when Tyson Galloway’s music explodes over the arena sound system, and the giant walks to the ring with Arthur Cross at his side. There is a mixed reaction from fans who recognize Arthur Cross from his time as a professional basketball coach however.

Any semblance of respect or honor dissolves when Tyson Galloway strolls down the ramp. Arthur Cross follows behind his client, but not for long. He hops in front of Tyson and points nervously at the table Silverwolf set in place. The table brought into play by Silverworlf, is taken out of play by Galloway, who flips the wood over.

Dollar: Arthur making sure that Galloway takes care of the table before Silverwolf has a chance to put it to use.

Susie: He did on NewAge, when he powerbombed Tyson through one.

Dollar: My point precisely.

Now that the table has been removed from the equation, Galloway approaches the intense Silverwolf.

Aerik paces in anticipation of getting his hands around Galloway’s throat…or maybe even Arthur Cross’ if the opportunity presents itself.

Dollar: So many rivalries contained in this one match…a perfect reflection of all the major rivalries headed into Invictus.

The opening chords of Foo Fighters’ “All My Life” begin playing throughout the arena while at the same time every light shuts off.

All my life I’ve been searching for something
Something never comes never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies but I’m getting close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around then it’s taken away
Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most
The feeling comes to life when I see your ghost

After that last verse, the next round of heavy guitars, bass and drums begin ringing out throughout the arena at full force while right red flames shoot off from each side of the stage and Darko slowly saunters down to the ring with a sinister look on his face.

Dollar: Speaking of rivalries, Danny Darko, ran in and kept Savage from interfering in Orlando’s match against Montgomery earlier, disrupting the Blacklist’s plans…

Susie: That was just the two of them getting warmed up.

Dollar: I think it’s safe to say that people are FINALLY taking notice of Danny Darko..

Susie: It’s Darko’s fists that Savage should be taking notice of right now.

Indeed, cause Darko isn’t waiting for any bell to begin. The second he rolls into the ring, and steps past his partners, his fist goes flying directly into Savage’s jaw. This the inciting shot that begins a war as mighty as the revolution, and there’s no question who fired it.

Everyone instantly jumps into the fracas. Fists fly between the faces of Pearson and Blayze, forearms connect from one jaw to another as Gavin and Jordan come to blows.

Walker and Galloway join in on the warfare, their big knuckles flying as the devastation escalates.

Knuckles aren’t the only things flying, as whole bodies begin to be flung either through, or out of the ring. Amanda delivers a devastating chop to Pearson’s chest, staggering her back into the ropes. Blayze then charges in and takes both ladies over the ropes with a big lariat.

Dollar: And the madness is underway.

Susie: Yaaaay for madness. But this match needs more cowbell.

As Blayze and Pearson take their fight to the outside of the ring, Gavin and Andre intensify their hatred within it. Andre delivers a spinning back kick to the All-Star’s ribs, doubling him over. Andre then ricochets off the ropes, comes back in at Gavin and gets caught with a drop toe hold. The second Jordan falls to his elbows and knees, Darko comes barreling across the ring and steps off his back. He launches himself into a crossbody on Savage, nailing his rival in the chest with all his girth and flipping both men over the cables to the outside.

Gavin then prepares for his own attention grabbing move, rushing into the ropes in front of the kneeling Jordan, ricocheting off and then launching himself into the All-Star Maker.

The shining wizard goes to crack Jordan’s face, but ends up hitting the ribs instead. Jordan catches Gavin’s inbound leg under his pit and then slams him down with a kidney bursting spine buster.

Gavin bounces off the canvas then goes rolling across it and eventually spilling under the ropes.

Little distance is allowed between Jordan and Gavin, Andre following his opponent out of the ring, taking him by the back of the head and charging him towards the announce table.

Susie: THEY’RE HEEEEREEE!

Taylor’s face smooches with the announce table, Andre driving his nose its surface.

Even more bodies are tossed inside of the ring as Galloway rushes at Walker, launching his massive boot into his adversary’s face. Silverworlf manages to not just side step the boot but push Galloway’s foot along into the ropes. His leg launches over the cables and Galloway ends up crotching himself upon the top rope.

Tyson’s groin is in agony, and his face will be too. Marie slides through the ropes to the apron, grabs the top cable and springs to it. She then flies off and connects with a front dropkick right to Galloway’s chest, knocking him over the ropes and sending him spilling to the mats.

Marie rolls to the apron, standing up on the opposite side of the ropes and winking in Walker’s direction. Silverworlf forms a half smirk on his face, before turning it towards Cross on the apron. The Agent is tearing into Walker, prompting Aerik to tear into Cross with more than mere words.

He steps in and reaches over the cables to crush Arthur’s carotid artery in his palm, only to have Cross dive out of harm’s way. As Silverwolf is leaning over the cables to get his hands around the pesky agent, he is subjected to a big double stomp. Romeo rushes across the apron, lunges into the air and drives both boots down into the back of Walker’s head, flipping him over the cables to the outside of the ring.

Walker spills to the exterior of the ring, and Romeo climbs into the interior, finding himself staring down Jones.

Though everyone in this match seems fine with engaging each other in open warfare, Marie and Romeo remain conscientious objector.

Dollar: Romeo and Marie the only two not going at it here.

Susie: I think Marie is overcome by the influence of the abs.

Tension builds between Romeo and Marie, the last two combatants in the ring with everyone either knocked to the outside or fighting amongst themselves beyond the ropes. There is all out anarchy with no semblance of control, mostly because there is no one there to contain the insanity. It suddenly dawns on everyone that there is no referee in sight….which is about to change.

Knight: Romeo…Marie…chums.

Lucas Knight ascends to the apron still wearing a track suit.

Knight: Again, a thousand apologies for the delay….but I believe in making a grand entrance. Much like the one you made, Romeo, on NewAge.

The zipper of his jacket is pulled so that Knight can reveal the referee shirt on beneath, He then balls up the coat and throws it aside before slipping into the ring.

Dollar: Lucas Knight? HE’S gonna be special referee for this match?

Susie: Yah, even more abs.

Dollar: This must be what Lucas was eluding to earlier, when he said he had more pressing matters than teaming with P Clarence Whitman III.

Susie: And those more pressing matters, happens to be the opportunity to screw with Romeo and Marie, two of his opponents in the Four Way at Invictus.

Dollar: Retribution for what happened on NewAge.

Understandably, Marie is livid in response to Lucas’ reveal, and Romeo, he just reacts with no reaction, which might be worse than an actual reaction.

Knight wears a smirk as he turns in circles gesturing to the referee shirt binding to his flesh. His finger then moves from the IWC patch sewn onto his chest, and to the ring announcer.

Knight: Let’s get it o….

Ba’al: I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Knight….

As if Romeo and Marie didn’t have enough angst to deal with, now Ba’al strolls down the ramp throwing himself into the mix.

Ba’al: But apparently Marie Jones, will not be the only one who feels slighted by my actions this evening. For I believe there was an egregious error made by Franklin Paradise this evening, when he announced that you, Knight, would be the special referee for this overbooked cluster….

The long trench-coat that hangs about Ba’al, is torn away to reveal the black and red striped referee shirt on beneath.

Ba’al: For Franklin Paradise has already named an official in this match….a man who does not succumb to his emotions, and does not allow for biasness.

Marie, Romeo & Lucas: WHAT!?!

Dollar: My sentiments exactly.

Susie: So wait, Frankie Paradise promised Ba’al AND Lucas Knight that they would BOTH be officiating this match? Is this even possible?

Dollar: There is no way there can be TWO special guest referees. Especially when they’re Ba’al and Lucas? What was Frankie thinking?

Susie: I’m guessing he didn’t want to upset either of these guys.

Ba’al enters the ring only for Knight to cut him off, a finger jabbing the Prince of Sin’s striped jersey.

Knight: First come, first served, Ba’al. I was here before you, so that means I’M the official, and you’re just a spectator.

Ba’al: I’m afraid I cannot sit idle as a man prone to giving over to his emotions threatens the fair-play of this match. So why don’t you take a leave of absence and leave me to control this pending chaos?

Ba’al steps around Lucas, attempting to ignore him as he goes to signal for the bell.

Ba’al: Let’s begin this match shall we?

Knight: I don’t think so.

Ba’al’s wrist is grabbed and he is spun around.

Knight: I’M the official, and I’ll be the one who gets the bell rung.

Ba’al: Oh you’ll get your bell rung in more ways than one.

Knight: Don’t threaten me, I’m the referee.

The striped shirt is gestured to repeatedly.

Ba’al: You are not an official, you are a misguided wretch….I am the only one who can be trusted to fairly dictate the course of this match.

Knight: You got the dick part right.

The special guest referees continue to bicker amongst themselves while Romeo and Marie just watch with shaking heads.

Susie: This is sheer and utter nuttiness.

Dollar: Will this match even get started at this rate? And who’s going to be the official when the bell finally does chime? Hopefully this match will finally get back on track when we return from commercial break.

Susie: Stick with us, and we’ll find out together.

In the middle of the show’s reception, we find the feed hijacked by something different. We come to a dark room, where the same obscured man that has been assisting Ba’al is standing, the helmet still on his head. This time, standing with him is a shorter blonde girl, dressed in a school girl uniform, just like Gogo Yubari from Kill Bill. Both look solemn, and the helmeted man hands the girl a gold belt that looks like a title.

Man: It has been a few weeks, hasn’t it? I’ve been around, and I have made my presence known in this company. Whether you like it or not, I have used the opportunity to study you all.

I know your strengths, I know your weaknesses.

I know what makes you tick. I know all the ways to hurt you…and I am very good at hurting people.

Without hesitation, the man slowly starts to reach to the side of the helmet, unclasping the lock as he opens the helmet, finally revealing his face to the world.

He is a former GDW and current GFC Tag Team Champion.

He is a Godfather of Wrestling.

He is the Director of EXODUS Pro.

He is Jonathan Collins.

Jonathan Collins: I know what you’re thinking. What is a man like me, a man that’s made his craft over the past several years being a damn good man, doing helping someone like Ba’al and his Sinistry? Why would Jonathan Collins align himself with sociopaths like the Frosts and the Foxx family? Well, the answer is simple.

Look at the people you rally behind. Look at the people you define as inherently good. Nothing more than obnoxious and self-entitled people who are a cancer on the industry that I love. Nothing but a bunch of well-connected politicians that use who they know to secure the finer things for themselves and nobody else. WELL I AM HERE TO FIGHT AND CLAW AND TAKE FROM THE MORALLY BANKRUPT AND REDISTRIBUTE TO THOSE WHO HAVE EARNED IT! I am here to destroy those that would look to hold down people. And I am here to teach you integrity and discipline. After all this, I am here to save you from yourselves. Sometimes, to do those things, we have to choose our partnerships wisely. They are the lesser of two evils, and the people that have assured me will help me get the fair shake I so desire in this company.

Collins smirks and tosses the helmet aside, starting to bring his left hand up, curling it into a fist.

Jonathan Collins: I am the greatest junior heavyweight to wrestle in the modern era. I am a man who can snap you with a submission or knock you out with the most dangerous backfist in the business today. What I am is far more than you comprehend, IWC. I am a man on a mission to change the culture of this company, and as I teach my protege, we will save you. We will enlighten you. It starts at Invictus, where I plan on finding an opponent. Or maybe I’ll just make an example out of someone. Leviticus, did you think I wouldn’t show up? Well here I am. I hope you’re listening. I’ll find someone and show the world just what I intend on bringing to the IWC.

But more importantly, we will hurt you. Because I am Jonathan Collins. I am professional wrestling. And you?

You’re the dissertation I leave behind. Class is in session, IWC, The Saint of Violence has arrived…and you should pray for rain.

Collins glances at the young woman, likely known to be Rachel Foxx’s personal assistant Cassidy Carter, and he stares at the camera, nodding as the scene fades and we resume the normal transmission

When Riot returns we find that all the athletes participating in this 5 on 5 tag have taken their spots in their respective corners. Silverwolf, Gavin Taylor, Savage and Kathryn Pearson stand on one side of the ring, while the other side is occupied by Tyson Galloway, Danny Darko, Amanda Blayze, and Andre Jordan. Within the ring stands Marie and Romeo.

Though they’re not the only two individuals who stand opposed in the ring, because both Lucas Knight and Ba’al also stand across from one another in their striped official jerseys.

Dollar: We’re back just in time to officially get this ten person Invictus All-Star Tag underway….and as you can see, we have TWO special referees to officiate it. Which might have been a novel approach, if those referees weren’t Ba’al and Lucas Knight, and if they were out here to do something more than screw over Romeo and Marie Jones.

Susie: Can I say it again?

Dollar: Sure, go ahead.

Susie: This is gonna be total cray-cray.

Romeo and Marie circle one another, about to start the arduous feeling out process. The opponents step forth under the watchful eyes of Ba’al and Knight, the officials watching closely to ensure the rules are adhered to.

The collar elbow is applied between Marie and Romeo with Damaascus quickly transitioning around behind his opponent. He establishes a rear waist-lock, and then pushes Marie around and establishes a neck cravat.

Marie performs a quick spin out of the submission and around behind Romeo’s arm, trying to force him down into the fujiwara. But Damascus ducks his head and drops into a forward roll. He ends up on his feet, charges into the cables, ricochets off and delivers a shoulder block to Jone’s sternum. Marie is knocked onto her back with Romeo taking off into the ropes at her side. He ricochets off and comes back in at Jones, who leaps to her feet only to get taken down with another shoulder block.

Romeo then charges into the cables once again, ricocheting off and coming back in at Marie, who stands up only to be hit with a third….nooo…the third shoulder block misses its target once Jones drops down and begins to baseball slide through her opponent’s legs.

Romeo: Not happening tonight.

Before Marie can slide completely through his legs, Romeo leans down and catches her around the neck. Obviously he is not about to let this match go along in the same fashion that his bout with Jones did a few weeks ago.

He steps around to her side and applies the neck cravat once again.

Dollar: This is surprising.

Susie: What?

Dollar: Wrestling on a wrestling show.

Susie: Unspeakable.

Jones doesn’t stay grounded for long, she pushes herself up to her feet and then wedges her hands to Romeo’s back, employing all of her strength to shove him off and into the cables. Damascus’s neck cravat is broken as he rushes into the cables, ricochets off and then comes back in and lays Marie out with the shoulder block.

Jones collapses to the canvas with Romeo taking off into the cables….wait…the second he turns away from Jones, and begins to charge into the ropes, he finds his ankle snagged on Marie’s hands. She lifts up on his leg and Romeo collapses onto his face. Marie then rolls along at his side, ending up on her seat beside him and applying a headlock.

The two potential number one contenders for the World Title fight and jockey for positioning, with Romeo trying to escape the side headlock and Marie pugnacious in her attempt to keep it applied. Though it’s not as if a submission would be acknowledged by either official, with Ba’al and Lucas STILL bickering with each other.

Damascus and Jones start to work their way to their feet and finally the hold is broken when Romeo shoves Marie off and sends her charging into the cables. She ricochets from the ropes and comes back in at Romeo, only to leave her feet and dive into a shoulder block.

However, it’s Marie’s body that gets checked by a stationary Romeo. The shoulder block barely even phases Romeo, who just stands there while Marie collapses to the canvas. He looks down at Jones as she rolls into the ropes and makes a tag to Gavin Taylor, while Romeo steps across the ring, extends his hand and slaps Andre Jordan’s palm.

Dollar: We’re about to see the issues between Gavin and Andre explode yet again.

Susie: I’m either really excited, or that burrito I mentioned earlier is hitting my intestines again.

Just as Gavin and Jordan are about to enter the ring and pick up where they left off earlier tonight, both athletes find themselves cut off by Lucas Knight and Ba’al. For the first time in their lives, Knight and Ba’al actually agree on something….both men citing that they never saw tags being made by Jones and Romeo.

Dollar: Wait, is Knight claiming that he never saw Jones tag Gavin?

Susie: No, Ba’al is saying he never witnessed a tag between Romeo and Andre.

Dollar: If the two weren’t so busy arguing, they would have seen the tags being made..

Romeo and Marie are equally as flustered when they witness their respective partners being forced out of the ring, meaning THEY will have to continue wrestling. Romeo re-enters the ring as does Jones, but not before they get into the faces of the officials.

Romeo: I’m warning you, you Dr. Frankenfurter wannabe….

Ba’al: No…I’m warning you, I shall not tolerate this level of unruliness.

Marie: Don’t make me do something I’ll regret, Lucas.

Knight: I’ll make you regret even thinking about doing something.

It seems passions are about to explode but cooler heads prevail. And one of those heads suddenly falls into Romeo’s clutches. He grabs Marie by the shoulder, pulls her away from Lucas and then delivers a boot to her ribs. Damascus goes for the neck cravat but Jones spins out of it, swinging around behind Romeo’s back and then leaping into the air and landing on his shoulders. She falls forward, pulling Romeo down into a victory roll.

Ba’al drops down to make the count only to have Lucas snatch him by his elevated wrist.

Knight: Don’t even think about it…the honor is all mine.

Ba’al: How dare you touch me with your filth!

The wrist is yanked free and now Lucas employs his own to drop down and make the count.

1

Romeo kicks out, launching Marie forward and sending her charging into the ropes. Damascus rolls back to his feet just as Jones lunges into the air and lands on his shoulders. She snaps over backwards into a hurricarana with the pin, holding down on the creases of his knees.

Lucas goes to make the count, raising his palm before he spots Ba’al dropping into position and slapping the ring.

1

2

Romeo sits up and sends Marie rolling over backwards onto her feet. She then employs her foot to step in for a buzzsaw kick only to have Romeo catch the inbound boot before it can crack him in the face.

He then swings the foot away from his face, sending Marie into a full spin. When she turns back towards Romeo, she is pulled down into a small package.

Lucas slides into position to make the count and has his hand elevated only to keep it there due to Ba’al’s interference.

Ba’al: What are you doing you fool? Both shoulders are clearly not down.

Knight: I know how to referee a bloody match.

Ba’al: Clearly you do not, if you believe this to be an acceptable pin.

Marie kicks out in spite of the fact that there is no three count being made. She and Romeo then race one another to their feet when Jones trying to take her opponent out with a yakuza style kick.

Damascus swings around out of the boot’s path, then catches Marie by the waistband, dragging her down into a school boy.

Ba’al turns around and spots the pin being made, prompting him to action.

1

Knight: No-no-no…..he’s CLEARLY holding the trunks.

The three count stops instantly when this insinuation is made, prompting Ba’al to draw nearer for a closer examination. One isn’t needed considering that Romeo breaks his pinfall attempt and goes to speak out against this biased officiating.

Unfortunately he can’t even get a word out before Marie is taking him by the back of the pants and pulling him down into a school girl. Almost immediately, Romeo rolls out of the pinning predicament though, dropping to his knees just as Jones steps in and delivers a devastating buzzsaw kick to his temple. Romeo collapses to his back and Jones falls over his chest, going for the pin.

Lucas falls down into position to slap the canvas.

1

Ba’al: I’m afraid not….

Ba’al hooks his foot around the arm holding Knight up and pulls it out from under him. Lucas falls flat on his face then rolls to his back, looking up in outrage at the NHB Champion.

Ba’al: Can’t you see how close they are to the ropes?

The pin is presently being made in the dead center of the ring.

Ba’al: You must ensure that none of Romeo’s limbs are beneath the ropes before making a count. Do you know nothing?

Marie stands up and is on the verge of lashing out at the referees only to have her hand grabbed and trapped in Romeo’s clutches. He then stands up and tugs on the wrist, pulling Jones into a short arm clothesline that she manages to duck in the nick of time. Romeo then turns around just as Marie barrels in and clocks him to the jaw with a yakuza kick, putting him on his back. Jones turns and throws herself over his chest, hoping that concussing blow ended this confrontation.

Ba’al is busy checking to make sure no tights are being held, and Lucas is ensuring that there are no limbs around the ropes that would force a break in the pinfall. Once both referees are satisfied, they drop to the canvas and simultaneously make three counts.

1…1

2…2

The pair of special referees instantly stop just past two and jump down one another’s throats.

Ba’al: Have you been ingesting large quantities of caffeine? The cadence of your count is far too accelerated…And I will not have you fast count anyone…

Lucas: You’re one to talk….it looks like you have tendonitis in your elbow you’re counting so slow.

Marie is losing her patience, breaking away from the pinfall attempt on her opponent and then stepping back as she slaps her knee, indicating that a superkick might be on the verge of connecting. Romeo is led along like a fly into a spider’s web, unsuspecting of the move about to be delivered upon him. He struggles to his feet just as Marie steps in and threatens to behead him with the kick. However, Romeo catches the boot before it can clock him in the jaw. He then pushes the foot away and sends Jones into a full spiral, eventually turning back towards Damascus as he launches his knee into her face.

But Jones ducks, the knee traveling past her skull and connecting with air. The second Romeo lands on his feet, Jones steps in behind him and traps both of his arms, pulling him down into a back slide.

Neither Ba’al or Lucas make the count, too busy bickering amongst one another. So Romeo is allowed to drop back to his feet, standing at the same time that Marie gets to her knees. Romeo then traps her head in a front chancery and is on the verge of snapping back into a DDT. However, Marie has other plans, grabbing the creases of Romeo’s knees, lifting up on them and then flipping forward. Romeo collapses to his back with Marie countering his DDT into a jackknife pin attempt.

Lucas turns to drop into position to make a three count only to have Ba’al grab his shoulder, spinning him back around.

Ba’al: And another topic of concern, why are you wearing a child’s small referee jersey? Are you really so desperate to accentuate your aging physique?

Knight: Oh please, at least my shirt doesn’t look like it got mixed in a washer with Rachel Foxx’s panties.

It’s gotten to the point that Marie just can’t take anymore. She stands up and sets in anticipation of a superkick on the back of Knight’s head, the fans reacting feverishly.

Dollar: Marie Jones, just like the rest f us, has had ENOUGH of Knight and Ba’al out here squabbling amongst one another and TRYING to screw both herself and Romeo out of a potential win.

Susie: To be fair though, it DOES look like someone had a period all over Ba’al’s referee jersey.

The color-scheme of the Prince of Sin’s shirt is not a matter of concern presently, all eyes fixated and waiting on the superkick, only for it to never materialize. Romeo grabs Jones by the shoulder, swings her around and finds himself almost nailed with a spinning heel kick. Damascus manages to duck it though, and then applies a rear waist lock on his opponent. He heaves her up for the German suplex only to have Jones reach back with her legs, entangle them about Romeo’s waist and drop into a roll up.

However, Marie does not maintain the pin, and instead rolls backwards onto her feet while Damascus hurries along to his own. She then steps forth into a superkick….

At the same time Ba’al has had enough of Knight, turning away from him just in time to spot the boot traveling PAST Romeo’s ducked skull. Lucas acts quickly, wedging his hands to Ba’al’s back and shoving him forward into Marie’s superkick. The boot nails the Prince of Sin under his jaw, sending him spiraling across the ring and eventually spilling through the ropes.

Knight appears amused as he watches the NHB Champion collapse at the feet of the cackling Adam Chase at ringside. Sadly, Knight’s grin is about to be removed.

After ducking the superkick, Damascus swings around behind Jones, and then the moment she turns around, he goes diving into her face with a knee strike….well…not HER face….but KNIGHT’S face. Marie ducks down and the knee flies over her head, cracking Knight directly in his lips.

Dollar: Knee strike right to Knight’s face….the second one he’s suffered in the past two weeks…..And now both special referees have been taken out.

Susie: Romeo’s abs save the day again.

Dollar: Enough about the damn abs.

Susie: They’re just….they’re just so mesmerizing, just like the folds of Robert’s fat.

The crowd is mesmerized as well by the image of Knight being sent rolling….right under the ropes, crashing down at the feet of a cackling Tabitha Silverstone. Now an official who will presumably do their job instead of arguing with others about his shirt comes rushing down the ramp, Fitzpatrick sliding into the ring and filling the void left by the laid out Ba’al and Knight.

Fitzpatrick enters just as Marie and Romeo go crashing into one another, both athletes harboring the same idea as they connect with crossbodies. They knock the air out of each other’s lungs and their bodies down to the canvas. After spending only a few moments curled in fetal positions, the two begin to drag themselves into opposing corners. Gavin reaches as far into the ring as possible, shouting across at Andre, begging HIM to make the tag as well.

Unfortunately, much like the superkick earlier, the tags to Gavin and Andre never materialize. Because the moment Romeo extends his hand, Darko reaches over the ropes and slaps it. At that exact moment, Marie reaches out for Andre, only to have Savage steal the tag.

Within seconds both Savage and Darko are colliding in the center of the ring, the two exchanging rapid fire punches.

Dollar: And it’s on! Darko and Savage once again battling it out.

Susie: Much to the chagrin of Gavin and Andre.

Jordan and Taylor continue to scream at one another from across the ring, while multitasking as they watch Kozlov and Darko brutalizing one another. Danny manages to deliver a bionic elbow to the top of Nikolai’s head, followed up by a knife edge chop. Then another bionic elbow is delivered, and this is followed by a second knife edge chop.

Danny then rushes in for a third bionic elbow only to be caught against the ribs. Savage throws Darko up into the air and steps out of the way to allow Danny to come crashing down face first into the canvas.

Susie: I guess Darko is finding out how his nose tastes right now.

Dollar: It just got shoved right down his throat when he landed on it. Savage’s power game catching Darko.

Savage swoops in and takes Danny around the waist. He then employs his strength to heave Darko up and onto his shoulder, setting up for a single shoulder powerbomb. He rushes forth to deliver the move only to have Danny squirm free, sliding off and landing on his feet. Savage spins around and finds his ribs nailed by a spinning back heel kick from Danny.

The move doubles Nikolai over, and exposes his head to a judo style thrust kick right on point to the temple. Savage staggers back and now Darko swings around into a spinning back fist only for Savage to duck, catch Danny to his stomach, hoist him up and drive him down via a spinebuster.

Dollar: Once again Darko taking apart Savage with the strikes, but Nikolai’s strength shutting Danny down.

Savage shakes off the strikes to his head and then steps over Darko, approaching his corner of the ring. His hand extends for a tag, but there is no one present to receive it. Silverwolf, Marie, Taylor and Pearson simultaneously drop to the exterior of the ring….refusing to make the tag.

Dollar: Some solidarity shown by Savage’s ‘teammates.’

Susie: No one is making the tag to this Blacklist supporter….

Dollar: If you fly with buzzards, don’t expect to soar with eagles.

Susie: What’s that supposed to mean?

Dollar: I don’t know, it sounded a lot better in my head…..The point is, Savage is a marked man.

Savage is understandably irked as he finds his partners opposing him rather than supporting him. Kathryn keeps her arms crossed over her chest, shaking her head in the direction of a man who sympathizes with the very group that dropped Yvonne on the back of her head at the start of tonight’s telecast.

The irate Savage then turns and finds his face subjected to the Darkolator. The corkscrew roundhouse kick blasts Nikolai directly to the bridge of his nose, sending him spiraling to the canvas. Darko then crawls across the ring and pulls himself up with the aid of the cables, having far more destructive intents for Savage. Unfortunately, his plans are thwarted when Andre reaches over the ropes and slaps his shoulder.

Dollar: Jordan tagging himself in, he wants his hands on Gavin in the worst possible way.

The moment Jordan enters the ring, Gavin springs into action. He jumps to the apron, reaches over the ropes and slaps the ailing Savage on his shoulder. Before Kathryn can protest, leaping back to the apron to scold her teammate, Taylor has already tagged himself in. He goes rushing right at Andre, who ducks an inbound fist. Taylor’s own momentum has him turning in a full circle to face Dre’s inbound boot. Andre connects with a bicycle kick so devastating it almost lifts Taylor up out of his shoes.

Dollar: Gavin Taylor and Andre Jordan finally having their collision.

Susie: More like Gavin’s face colliding with Andre’s boot.

Gavin collapses to the canvas and then scrambles across his knees and slaps Pearson on her thigh. Taylor then rolls under the ropes where Adam Chase desperately tries to fan him off.

Dollar: I guess that was enough for Gavin.

Susie: He was in the ring for all of thirty seconds, he really needed this breather.

Andre looks quite annoyed, and is even more aggravated when Amanda reaches over the ropes and slaps his shoulder. Blayze then slips through the ropes behind Jordan, who is beyond POed at this point. Blayze ignores Jordan as she enters the ring and goes rushing right across it only to be subjected to a springboard forearm strike. Kathryn lunged off the top rope, went half way across the ring and blasts Amanda in her face with the lethal strike.

Dollar: Blayze made the blind tag, but she might have just been blinded by Pearson’s springboard forearm.

Susie: These two hate each other so much….it’s like they’re two people who just really hate each other.

Dollar: GOD…that was TERRIBLE!

Susie: I know, but TRYING hurts my brain.

Speaking of hurt brains, Amanda’s has to be rattled by the blow, which explains why she’s rolling across the ring, crawling into her corner and tagging out to Galloway.

Dollar: And now Amanda brings in the powerhouse of her team.

Susie: So many quick tags being made it’s hard to keep track of it all.

Arthur Cross shouts at his client to get in the ring and put his muscle to good use. Tyson is more than ready to do so, stepping over the ropes to take out the far smaller Pearson. But that idea goes right out of his head when he spots Kathryn tagging in Silverwolf.

Dollar: Oh lordie…lordie…lordie….look at this….Tyson and Silverwolf about to…..HEEY!

Just before the immovable object can collide with the indestructible force, Pearson and Andre take the focus. Pearson isn’t about to let Amanda get off that easily. She rushes across the ring and dives over the ropes into a plancha, coming down crashing right into Blayze’s shoulder. At that exact same time, Andre is barreling across the ring to relieve some of his own frustrations, diving through the ropes into a suicide headbutt right into Taylor. Both men crash into the mats with Andre rolling into the barricade and Gavin looking knocked into next year.

Dollar: Andre and Kathryn not letting Gavin and Amanda get away.

Susie: No rest for the wicked.

Before the crowd can finish digesting the image of Jordan and Pearson throwing caution to the wind, they now find themselves feasting on the image of the two biggest participants in this match stepping mono a mono. Silverwolf and Tyson are nose to nose in the middle of the ring before Aerik cocks back his fist and drills Galloway in the jaw. Tyson reacts with a shot of his own, the two going back and forth with the biggest right hands imaginable.

Dollar: Silverwolf and Galloway finally getting their hands on one another.

Susie: It’s power versus power in the middle of the ring….

At least, it should be a display of strength versus strength, but the fans soon find themselves stunned when they see Galloway going for a boot to Walker’s ribs, only to have his foot caught. He then launches his free foot into the air, going for the enzugari only to have Aerik duck his head. Galloway crashes onto his face and Walker lifts Tyson’s leg into the air, applying an ankle lock.

Cross opens his palm and inserts his face, unable to bear the image of Galloway suffering the ankle lock. However, Tyson doesn’t stay in the submission for long, rolling to his back and bending his knees to bring Aerik down into his body. He then sits up and grabs Walker’s arm, prying it away from his ankle and then dragging him down into the canvas. Tyson manages to counter the ankle lock into the crossface.

Dollar: This isn’t what I was expecting at all.

Susie: These two juggernauts are actually chain wrestling.

And the chain wrestling doesn’t end at the crossface counter. Walker wedges his knees to the canvas and pushes off, driving his back into Galloway’s chest and forcing him down onto the back of his shoulders. Fitzpatrick drops down and makes the count,

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Galloway breaks the crossface and Walker stands up, swinging around the legs of his opponent, stepping through and rolling Tyson to his stomach into a Boston Leg Crab.

Tyson shoves himself up onto his elbows, bellowing in pain and elevating his palm.

Dollar: Walker might be on the verge of getting Tyson to tap.

Galloway balls up his fist instead of slapping the canvas, dragging himself across the ring at this point. He manages to reach out, grab the bottom rope and prompt Fitzpatrick to drag Walker off of the submission. Aerik spins around and waits for Galloway to get up, but the moment he does, Tyson finds himself subjected to a big boot. Wait….instead Walker’s crotch is subjected to the top rope. Much like earlier in the match, a big boot is side stepped, and the deliverer finds himself crotched over the top cable.

Galloway then rushes in with a discus elbow only to have Walker duck. As a result Galloway’s ribs collide with the ropes, and his body hangs over the cable. Aerik then steps over onto the apron, rushes across it and drives his boot directly into Tyson’s temple. Galloway staggers back to the center of the ring with Aerik about to subject him to even greater punishment.

That’s when Arthur interferes on his client’s behalf. Cross rushes around the ring, grabs Walker’s ankle and tries to pull him down from the apron.

Dollar: All 95 pounds of Arthur Cross trying to drag the over 300 pound Walker down to the mats.

Susie: Yeah, I can really see this one proving effective.

Walker looks down at Arthur with an expression of annoyance. Like a man swatting at a pesky fly, Walker reaches down, grabs a handful of Arthur’s hair and uses this clutch to heave Cross into the air. Arthur’s legs kick above the mats as he finds his body elevated by the roots of his hair.

Dollar: Walker has got Cross!

Now it’s the client’s turn to save the agent. He rushes across the ring and drives his shoulder through the ropes directly into Walker’s ribs, knocking him off of the apron and sending him crashing hard spine first into the mats. The devastating thud sends shockwaves of pain coursing through Walker’s body.

Susie: So much for that.

Dollar: I guess it’s true, the bigger you are, the harder you fall. I could feel my announce table shake when Walker came spilling off that apron.

Susie: Right when it seems like he had Cross where he wanted him too.

Aerik clutches at his ribs, but soon it’s his back that is suffering the most. Tyson rolls out of the ring, grabs Walker by the hair, stands him up and then heaves him into a side slam across the thin protective mats. Galloway then stands Walker up, leads him to the ring and rolls him into the squared circle. The big man slides in and immediately into the cover.

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Fitzpatrick’s hand never connects with the canvas for a three because Walker manages to get a shoulder up.

Dollar: Tyson ALMOST had Walker down for the three.

Susie: And it probably would have given him some momentum headed into that Tables Are Legal Gauntlet at Invictus.

Once again Walker’s long mane is used against him, Tyson dragging Walker along to his knees and blasting him to the forehead with a right hand. The punch sends Aerik rolling across the ring, finding himself in the center of which before Galloway rushes in and clocks him in the temple with ANOTHER devastating right hand.

Once again Walker rolls across the ring and finds himself kneeling on the canvas. Just then Galloway gets a running start behind a third right hand only to have Walker stand up and connect with the Magnum Blitz….a punch so devastating that it looks like it just fractured Galloway’s jaw.

Dollar: WHAT A PUNCH!

Susie: Thank God it wasn’t of the donkey variety.

The punch has sent Galloway mindlessly spiraling into his corner, where a recovered Darko is waiting to make the tag. He slaps Galloway’s shoulder and then rushes into the ring behind an unsuspecting Walker. He dives with both knees right into Aerik’s back. The move sends Walker staggering into the cables, bouncing off and then twisting around into a drop toe hold from Darko.

The moment Walker crashes into the canvas, Danny is rushing up beside him and lunging into the air, he connects with a double stomp to his lower back.

Dollar: Walker’s back being worked over at this point.

Susie: Speaking of being worked over, look at what’s happening outside of the ring.

There’s far too much action for the fans to keep track of…Their eyes moving from the beat down in the ring, to the action outside of it. Kathryn has whipped Amanda into the barricade and is now charging shoulder first into the ribs only to have Amanda surprise her. She side steps Pearson, hooks her arm and delivers a hip toss that sends Kathryn flipping upside down into the barricade. Her body bashes off of the steel plating and eventually goes crashing into the mats.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Andre is swinging wild right hands into Gavin’s face as Taylor tries to cover up. He falls into the barricade as this onslaught continues. Jordan doesn’t settle for right hands though, he steps back and lets his boots join in on the fun. He lunges forward into a pump kick only to have Gavin catch his inbound leg. He then performs a dragon screw leg whip that sends Jordan’s knee slamming into the barricade.

Dollar: Oooooh…Pearson AND Jordan simultaneously being driven into the barricades.

Susie: These four need to be taken aside and put in time out mode if they’re not gonna follow the rules.

Jordan lies on his side clutching at his knee and grimacing in pain while Chase bends over him, laughing directly into his face.

Chase: You should have turned the belt over when you had the chance, Jordan.

Tabitha has seen enough, Silverstone rushing in and grabbing Adam by his tie, dragging him back from her client. Adam spins around and pulls back his fist….coming so close to swinging it into Tabitha’s face.

Dollar: Hey now Adam….don’t you dare.

Susie: What? Just because Tabitha’s a woman she shouldn’t be slugged? Amanda and Kathryn are beaten down by men all the time.

Dollar: Yeah, but they’re trained wrestlers, and to date, Tabitha is not.

Gavin climbs up onto the apron while Amanda does the same on the opposite side of the ring. Darko steps across the ring and tags in Blayze, who slides through the ropes and rushes at the laid out Galloway. She lunges into the air and comes down from a great height knee first into the small of Walker’s back. She keeps the knee wedged there and then reaches out, wrapping her hands around Walker’s jaw and pulling back.

Dollar: Amanda could be on the verge of securing a submission over Walker.

Aerik lifts his hand and gets ready to submit, but he will not be undone by the rear chin-lock. He shoves himself up onto the canvas, prompting Blayze to alter her strategy. She sits Walker up and then steps in and blasts him to the kidneys with a buzzsaw kick. She then steps back and delivers yet another devastating kick to the spine. She follows the same routine a third time, going for another devastating kick to the kidneys.

The moment the kick is about to connect, Walker turns around onto his knees, catches the inbound leg and delivers a gruesome open hand palm strike to the chest. Blayze staggers back holding her sternum, but then moves back in going for a forearm. Walker blocks it and nails a second open hand palm strike that has Amanda spiraling into the cables and falling against them for support.

She now comes barreling out of the ropes only to have Walker stand up and go for the Magnum Blitz.

Blayze rolls under the fist, and onto her feet, before waiting for the big man to turn around. Walker spins towards Amanda and gets clocked to the temple with that buzzsaw roundhouse kick she was looking for earlier. The strike rattles Walker’s brain and sends him staggering back into the ropes. He falls against them and Amanda comes rushing in to take advantage. Unfortunately, for Blayze, she runs right into the Absolute Zero. The running boot has Amanda taken to the canvas and Walker collapsing to his knees.

Dollar: Running boot delivered by Walker, but has it opened the door to the possibility of a tag?

Susie: He really needs to make one now….like immediately….Get to it already!

Walker scoots across his elbows and knees towards his corner, while Amanda is doing the same. Both athletes reach their respective corners when Walker reaches out and finds himself eyeballing the outstretched hand of Marie Jones.

A smile slowly stretches over both their faces as Walker tags Marie into the match.

On the opposite side of the ring, Romeo is slapping Amanda’s palm and lunging into the ring.

Dollar: Now we’re back to square one, Romeo and Marie.

Susie: This time without Ba’al and Lucas to gum up the works.

Romeo rushes into the ring and ducks right under the lariat attempt from Jones. Damascus then bounces off the ropes behind her and comes back in with a discus lariat of his own only to have Jones baseball slide under his arm. Romeo spins around and gets caught with a boot to the ribs, Marie stepping over Romeo’s head and hooking the arms for the Hot Shot. The pedigree is about to connect to the ruination of Romeo.

Suddenly Romeo stands up and back drops Marie over his head only for her to catch him around the waist on the way down. She drags Damascus down to the canvas and then stands up and grabs his knees, trying to roll Romeo into the Angel’s Arch. The Phoenix almost has the liontamer applied, closing in on a submission victory only to have Romeo bend his knees, pulling Marie down towards him.

He sits up and reaches out, hooking both of Marie’s arms and then rising to his feet as he sets for the Bittersweet. The double underhook high angle DDT is about to connect to the delight of the thousands.

However, to the dismay of one, Romeo, he finds his move countered, Marie swinging out of the double underhook. She then turns towards Damascus and goes for a spinning heel kick only to have it ducked under. Marie goes spinning into the cables and catches herself against them.

At the same time, Romeo staggers forward into the opposite cables and both athletes stomp their feet, setting up for superkicks.

Dollar: Their gonna take each other out with superkicks, much like they delivered the crossbodies earlier.

Both athletes begin to step forward only to find their ankles ensnared. Romeo glares down at Ba’al reaching in under the ropes from the outside of the ring, latching unto Damascus’ leg. At the same time, Marie finds her own foot trapped in the hands of Lucas, who is reaching in under the cables as well. Both Romeo and Marie have the same idea and spring into stereo crossbodies for the second time tonight….but instead of driving their worn frames into one another, they go crashing into Ba’al and Knight respectively.

Dollar: OOOOH….Romeo and Marie taking out the special referees for a second time….WAIT!

Instead of succumbing to the crossbody, Knight catches Marie across his chest and then throws her up into the air so that her face comes crashing down into the apron with a devastating thud.

On the opposite side of the ring, Ba’al side steps Romeo, who lands on his feet instead of splashing the mats with his attempted crossbody. Ba’al then swoops in, rakes Romeo’s eyes and then drops him via a double arm DDT into the thin ringside mats.

Susie: Ba’al and Knight knock out Marie and Romeo….

Dollar: What great, unbiased officiating.

With both legal participants taken out of this match, Blayze re-enters the ring and rushes across it towards her opponents, looking to assault them before they can get ready. But Pearson rushes in and cuts her off with that same spear she was looking for earlier. Amanda is driven into the canvas amidst a loud roar from the crowd.

Kathryn grabs at her kidneys, still ailing from the hip toss into the barrier, but she stands up nevertheless and looks to continue punishing Blayze. Unfortunately, SHE’S the one who gets punished, when her own partner, Savage enters the ring, wedges a shoulder to Kathryn’s spine and snaps over into the back drop driver.

Dollar: NOOOO!

Susie: Savage getting retribution on Pearson for refusing to tag in earlier.

Dollar: The Blacklist, and all of their sympathizers, have no idea what the term ‘honor’ means.

Susie: Isn’t an ‘honor’ an animal that floats on its back and eats clams on its belly?

Dollar: That’s an otter, you idiot!

Savage doesn’t have much time to gloat, because the second he stands up he finds Darko entering the ring and spiraling into the Darkolotar. The corkscrew roundhouse does NOT connect, Savage steps forward and catches Danny across his chest. He then heaves Darko into the air and catches him up on his shoulders in a powerbomb position. He locks hands around the back of Danny’s head then snaps over into a fallway reverse powerbomb….one that drives the back of Danny’s head into the second turnbuckle pad.

The Fatality lives up to its name, almost snapping Darko’s neck like a twig, and sending his body tumbling through the ropes to the exterior of the ring.

Dollar: GOOD LORD!

Susie: Savage unleashing the beast.

Savage turns around with a twisted grin inhabiting his face as he watches Darko twitch on the outside mats. He then turns around, gets caught by the wrist and is nailed with the Cool It, Bitch. A recovered Pearson pulls Nikolai down into her raised boot, getting just a small measure of revenge for what happened to Ivy earlier tonight.

Kozlov’s jaw bounces from the boot and his body goes twisting around right into a SPEAR from Tyson Galloway. The collision has taken Savage down to the canvas while Galloway rolls away to his knees. He just starts to get up before Walker steps in, snatches Tyson around the neck and heaves him into the air. He throws Tyson back first into the ropes with a modified chokeslam, Galloway hits the top rope and then he goes flipping over to the outside mats.

Walker steps over the ropes and follows his adversary with the crowd supporting every step taken by the Walking Nightmare.

Dollar: Absolute hell breaking lose in this match.

Susie: It started chaotically, and now it’s gonna end under the same circumstances.

Galloway crawls across the mats in the direction of the table he flipped over on his way to the ring. Walker is right behind him, before his attention deviates to the inbound Cross. Arthur looks like he just swallowed a kitten, horrified to have Aerik’s eyes locked in and targeting him. Cross backs up, hands opened, eyes widened, and mouth pleading for mercy.

This allows Galloway just the opportunity he needs, rushing into Aerik’s ribs shoulder first and driving him into the apron against the small of his back

Walker grimaces from the trauma already inflicted on his back, which is about to be exacerbated should Tyson have his way. Galloway approaches the table, flips it over and situates it perfectly in order to send Walker crashing through. He then grabs Aerik by the wrist and drags him into a knee to the gut, doubling him over. Walker’s head is then dragged under Galloway’s seat and the big man is heaved into a powerbomb…..noooo…..Aerik shifts his weight and comes back down to his knees before launching a forearm into Galloway’s crotch.

Luckily Fitzpatrick is out of position to see any of this, too busy dealing with the action in the ring. This allows Walker to get away with the low blow, followed by a goozle. Walker has Galloway set up for a chokeslam through the table, but that plan is altered when Cross rushes in and tries to save his client. So how does Aerik solve this problem? He releases the goozle on Galloway’s throat and slaps his hand down around Cross’s carotid.

Arthur’s eyes widen, and there are now no more words pleading for mercy, his airway closed. Walker heaves Arthur into the air and chokeslams Galloway’s agent through the table.

Dollar: Cross through the table! Cross through the table!!

Susie: Walker with a measure of revenge for what happened on the last Riot!

Galloway is too busy holding his groin to assist his manager, who lies broken amongst the many fragments of wood. Walker isn’t through yet, reaching down and grabbing Arthur’s neck only for focus to shift towards the Cartel-tron as it springs to life.

HELP! AERIK HEEELLPPP!!

Dollar: Erm….what’s this all about?

A camera positioned in the back shows Alyksandra…..Silverwolf’s wife with tears streaming down her cheek and lying across her posterior. She has an arm raised defensively in front of her face, as she scoots across her bottom, trying to get away from an unseen menace.

Dollar: That’s Walker’s wife, we saw her earlier tonight…

Susie: But now we’re seeing her in a totally different light…..it almost looks like someone is targeting her.

And that someone happens to be the man who crouches into the camera’s frame, Jackson Adams. He turns his attention to the nearby camera, knowing full and well that Walker is watching from the ring.

Jackson: Hey big guy!

Aerik’ grasp on Cross’s throat is broken, as Walker finds himself wanting to squeeze the life out of another body.

Jackson: You thought it was funny what happened to me earlier tonight, huh? That that rich bitch, and her big brainless twat got the drop on me? Well I’m not about to let that happen again. Cause now, Adams is going on the offensive, and everyone who stands against me in that Tables Are Legal Gauntlet, are about to find out why nobody fucks with me.

A handful of Alyksandra’s hair is snatched hold of by Adams.

Walker runs faster than an Olympic sprinter, charging up the ramp and cutting through the curtains.

Dollar: Walker understandably rushing to the backstage area to help his wife.

Susie: We’ve never seen this side of Adams….I guess what happened to him earlier has caused Jackson to just snap.

Dollar: God how I hope it’s Jackson’s neck that gets snapped when Walker catches up with him.

The match continues along in spite of Walker’s departure. Kathryn slowly approaches Amanda, reaching down and grabbing her by the hair, dragging Blayze up and into a front chancery, setting for a DDT. Just as she is about to connect with the DDT, Andre moves in at her side and connects with the step up enzugari to the back of her skull.

Pearson doubles over and Andre grabs her by the wrist, dragging her into his shoulders. Before Pearson has time to recover from the enzugari, her back is inflicted to the punishment of the Rolling Thunder. The back of Kathryn is slammed into the canvas while Andre rolls forward unto his seat. The second Jordan sits up, Gavin rushes in and blasts him to the face with the All-Star Maker.

The shining wizard puts Jordan down while Gavin rolls away from him.

Dollar: There are bodies flying everywhere at this point….the action all over the place.

A hurting Romeo, and an equally as banged up Jones simultaneously roll into the ring, but they are in no condition to effect what’s about to happen. Taylor hooks Andre’s leg but Fitzpatrick swoops in and bends down to shout at Gavin that he’s NOT the legal man. But before Fitzpatrick can talk sense into either man…he’s grabbed by the ankles and dragged out of the ring by BOTH Ba’al AND Lucas Knight.

Fitzpatrick drops to his feet and finds his jersey grabbed by the Prince of Sin and the Infamous British Legend.

Knight: What do you think you’re doing?

Ba’al: Listen here you incompetent louse…

Knight: I’m the official here, and I….

Ba’al: No…I’M the legal official in this sordid affair…

Suddenly Marie and Romeo run across the ring, scale turnbuckles, reaching the top then simultaneously come flying off into big splashes. Fitzpatrick steps out of harm’s way, when Ba’al turns and finds himself subjected to a splash from Marie, Knight suffering the same fate thanks to Romeo. All four athletes crash to the mats and immediately roll across them delivering punches and kicks.

Dollar: Romeo, Marie, Knight and Ba’al all four coming to blows yet again!!

Susie: This is BEYOND insane…it’s insanemungous! With an exclamation point.

Knight and Romeo are back on their feet, trading right hands with one another, while Marie and Ba’al do the same. The Prince of Sin suffers a knife edge chop, only to respond with a bionic elbow.

Lucas withstands a slap to the cheek before trying to go for a kick to Romeo’s crotch, only to have his ankle caught. Damascus, shoves the foot away and sends Knight twisting around into a lariat that he ducks. Romeo spins around and gets cracked with a slap to the face.

All four of these athletes, and potential number one contenders battle on opposite sides of the ramp as their war spills into the backstage area.

Dollar: Romeo, Knight, Ba’al and Jones fighting to the back….This chaos will continue….The Invictus All-Star Tag proceeds….stay tuned in.

The camera captures the brawl to the backstage area before cutting to the litany of bodies strewn either in the ring or around it. Tyson leans against a barricade holding his crotch and glaring at his agent lying amongst shattered chunks of wood.

Darko is draped over the apron, still suffering the Fatality.

Savage is stretched across his back on the outside mats.

Gavin, Andre, Amanda and Pearson are all four laid out inside of the squared circle.

Bodies damaged and strewn all over the arena as the show segues into another commercial.

NOW ON DVD

Walker: JACKSON! ALYKSANDRA!!

Aerik storms through the backstage area, doors being busted open, crates being flipped over and stagehands swatted aside as he searches for wife and nemesis.

Walker: Where are you!?! Alyksandra, where are you?

Silverwolf continues to hunt his prey.

Alyksandra: AERIK! AAAAAHHHH!

The voice bouncing off the walls of the backstage area, find their way into Aerik’s ears. He tracks down the source, grabbing the knob of a door marked ‘Equipment,’ and shoving it aside. What he finds inside is NOT his wife, but a chair being swung directly into his skull. Aerik collapses to the ground, eyes fluttering as he tries to remain conscious.

Just then Jackson Adams steps in….but NOT out of the equipment room. Instead he steps in from behind the camera, and stoops down over Walker.

Jackson: Look at you, Walker….you’re pathetic.

From the equipment room now strides, with steel chair in hand, Alyksandra. She leans playfully shoulder first against the doorframe, looking down at her husband and the huge welt forming on his forehead.

Akyx: Oh dear….sweet, gullible dear….are you regretting returning to wrestling yet?

Walker can’t respond, too banged up and too shocked to produce speech.

Akyx: If not, Jackson and I will make sure you do. Come along Adams, we have work to complete.

Jackson: Yes, yes we do.

A light slap connects with Walker’s cheek.

Jackson: See ya at Invictus, ole timer.

Much like before the commercial, the anarchy in the ring continues now that we’ve returned prior to IWC paying the bills.

And what do we return to find? Savage staggering back away from the ring and trying to keep his footing while Darko rushes at the ropes, lunges to the top cable and springs off into a huge flying splash that connects with Nikolai’s shoulder.

Susie: HUGE DIVE FROM DARKO!

Dollar: The action continuing along at break-neck speed now that we’re back with this All Star Invictus Tag,

Gavin and Andre have paired off in one corner, while Amanda and Kathryn are working each other over in another. The primary focus remains Darko and Savage however, with Kozlov climbing up with the aid of the stairs only to have Danny come charging in.

Danny lunges into the air and nails Savage with a spinning heel kick that sends the Blacklist sympathizer flipping over the steps and crashing across the back of his head. Danny then lays in wait, anticipating Savage getting back to his feet. Nikolai struggles to his feet on the opposite side of the stairs that Darko is rushing into He leaps to the top of the steps and is about to go flying off only to have Savage suddenly steps forward and nail a thrust kick to Danny’s ankle. Darko goes crashing down ribs first directly on top of the steps, finding his body dangling over the steel.

The air has been knocked from Darko’s body, and before he can even embrace his suffrage, Savage steps in, places him in a front chancery then heaves him up into a reverse suplex that dumps Darko ribs first into the stairs.

Dollar: Good lord, these two won’t stop until they’ve killed each other.

Susie: Speaking of killed…just before the break, we may have seen a sanctioned murder when Arthur Cross was chokeslammed through a table by Tyson…

DURING THE BREAK

Images fill the screen pertaining to EMTS coming out to check on the laid out Cross, only to have Galloway stagger in and shove them aside. No, not just shoving, he actually takes out his frustrations on several of the scrawny EMTs by heaving them into the air and throwing them with giant hip tosses into the mats. He and only he will provide his agent the help he requires, scooping Arthur up and carrying him to the backstage area.

Dollar: As you can see, EMTs TRIED to help Cross, but Galloway carried him to the back himself after throwing several members of the medical crew around. It looks like the EMTs are going to need EMTs.

Susie: I guess Arthur has an HMO or something…Galloway trying to help his agent save on medical bills.

A limp Cross hangs over the shoulder of his client as he carted to the back. Tyson never even looks back to observe what’s happening in the ring, mind totally consumed with lending his agent assistance.

We return just in time to spot Savage ripping up the mats at ringside to expose the concrete below.

Dollar: Too bad Galloway took out the EMTs, something tells me their going to be needed here shortly.

Susie: We saw him DDTed on the concrete on NewAge….so he could be setting himself up for disaster AGAIN.

Savage grabs Darko’s ankle and drags him away from the stairs that just proved so instrumental in his undoing, He grabs Danny around the head and pulls it under Savage’s seat, setting up for a piledriver on the concrete, the same move he was GOING to deliver on NewAge. Once again his plan goes horribly awry when Darko swings out of the driver predicament, grabs Savage around the neck and prepares to spike him with another DDT on the concrete.

And now it’s Darko’s plan thwarted as Savage wedges his shoulder to Danny’s ribs and powers him spine first into the apron. Danny doubles over grabbing at his spine, which puts him in a very dangerous predicament. Savage places him in a front chancery and hoists him up into an inverted suplex position, about to dump Darko on the concrete like he did on the stairs.

But Darko floats over, landing on his feet behind Kozlov.

Savage spins around and is about to get clocked to the head with a step up enzugari only to have Kozlov duck. Danny lands on his elbows and knees while Savage rushes up beside him and delivers a big knock out punt kick directly to his face.

Dollar: Oh man…a big punt to the face.

Susie: Darko managed to avoid going into the concrete, but I think that was even worse.

Darko and Savage are strewn across the mats with Savage suffering fatigue, and Darko’s bell feeling like it’s been rung by Quasimodo after ingesting way too much speed.

Inside of the ring Gavin has thrown Andre through the ropes and is now dragging him back in until his ankles are draped over the middle cable. Taylor sets up for the Cubic Zirconium Cutter only to have Amanda step in and cut him off.

She goes for a roundhouse kick that Gavin ducks. Blayze’s momentum carries her around to face Gavin’s back, being caught around the neck with Taylor’s free arm. He falls to his back, delivering the hanging neckbreaker on Jordan while hitting a diamond cutter on Blayze.

Dollar: What a move by Gavin Taylor!

Susie: Two opponents taken out at once. That’s a better discount than the ones Leviticus was offering a few moments ago.

Taylor agonizingly reaches his feet and grabs Amanda by the neck, slowly pulling her along to her feet. He spots Kathryn standing up on the opposite side of the ring, shouting at Gavin to whip Amanda in.

Gavin whips Amanda right into the waiting arms of Pearson, who catches her rival with a hip toss into a DDT. At least that was the plan, because Blayze counters in mid-air, twisting around as she’s thrown into the air, and wedging her feet to Pearson’s ribs. She then drops back, monkey flipping Pearson through the air. But Kathryn flips over and lands on her feet.

Pearson then flips right back over and crashes on top of Amanda with a moonsault. The fans respond with an orgasmic reaction.

Kathryn then drops over Amanda’s chest and goes for the pin.

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Amanda manages to get her shoulder up just before the three.

Dollar: Pearson soooo incredibly close there after that beautiful transition into the moonsault.

Susie: Who can keep track of all this insanity?

Dollar: I pity Fitzpatrick.

Gavin sets up and waits to deliver the shining wizard on a slowly rising Blayze only to be caught from behind. Andre grabs Taylor by the wrist and spins him around, trying to pull him into a short arm spinning powerslam but Gavin instead drops into a baseball slide between Andre’s legs. He then stands up behind Jordan, wedges hands to his spine and shoves him forward into a Lou Thez Press by Pearson.

Kathryn comes down on top, making Jordan the envy of many men the world over, and her fist begins to drill Andre over and over again to his cheek.

Amanda then steps up behind Pearson and grabs hold of her hair, yanking back on it and threatening to tear it out at the roots. Gavin comes rushing in for the Real Men Use Lariats to help out his partner Pearson.

Blayze looks up in time to spot the inbound arm though, which she ducks. The arm travels past her head and Amanda leaps into the air, wrapping her legs around Gavin’s waist from behind. She pushes herself up from the canvas with her palms, setting up for the sunset flip driver. But the moment she pushes up, she finds her jaw cracked by a code breaker from Pearson.

Dollar: Ooooooh…this match has turned me into Sam Kinison.

Susie: That was wicked.

Dollar: Blayze was going for the Blayze of Glory but instead she got pulled down into the Code Breaker by Pearson. Indeed, wicked.

Blayze is all but a non-factor at this point, rendered unconscious by the code breaker. This leaves Jordan entirely on his own against seemingly insurmountable odds.

And just to give Taylor’s team an even greater advantage, Gavin shouts for Chase to lend him some aid…aid in the form of the Evolution Championship. Adam rips the belt out of the clutches of the time keeper and then slides the gold into the ring where it ends up at Gavin’s feet. Taylor scoops up the strap, stretches it out between his hands and prepares to put it to nefarious purposes.

Meanwhile Chase is climbing up onto the apron and getting the official’s attention.

Dollar: Don’t do this Taylor…come on…you already have enough of an advantage…..you don’t need this.

Taylor stoops behind a slowly rising Jordan.

Gavin: You want the Evolution Title….you’ll get the Evolution Title.

He rushes forward to crack Jordan in the skull only to find the belt snatched right out of his clutches. Gavin spins around and finds himself eyeballing the person who took the belt away…his own partner. Kathryn throws down the title and shouts at Gavin.

Pearson: I won’t take a win like this. NO WAY.

Gavin: Don’t be a misguided idealist. You take a win any way you can get it.

Adam is flipping out on the apron, jumping down Pearson’s throat as she sticks to her Unity roots. The belt of the agent is snatched and used to pull him down off of the apron. Tabitha immediately steps up into Adam’s face only for Chase to shove her down on her backside.

Dollar: HEEEY! Come on Chase!!

Susie: That’s the second time Chase has pushed Tabitha down on her ass.

Adam is shouting at the seated and stunned Silverstone, while in the ring Gavin and Pearson are about to have their own shoving match. That is until Gavin is grabbed from behind and spun around into the short arm spinning powerslam by Andre, delivering the Get Got.

At the same time Blayze leaps into the air behind Pearson, wedging knees to her spine and going for the backstabber only to have Kathryn spin out of the predicament.

As a result Amanda crashes onto the back of her head, sitting up and grimacing while Pearson swoops in and takes her by the wrist. Kathryn drags Amanda to her feet and wedges a foot to Blayze’s jaw, clutching her wrist in the process.

Dollar: Pearson is going to finish this off with the Cool It, Bitch!

Pearson snaps back to finish off Blayze only to have Amanda push the foot away from her jaw. Pearson is sent into a spin, her back exposed to Amanda, who immediately lunges into the air, wraps her legs around Kathryn’s waist and then spikes her with the sunset flip driver that ‘unintentionally’ slams the back of Pearson’s head into the Evolution Title.

Dollar: Hey…Blayze just spiked Pearson on top of the belt! Ref…REF!

Susie: But did Amanda mean to do it?

Fitzpatrick slides into position, not noticing the title buried under Pearson’s curled body. Blayze sits up and leans her shoulders into the creases of Kathryn’s knees.

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Dollar: Blayze is going to steal one over Pearson….

The hand comes down for the third slap of the canvas only to have a big running boot drill Blayze directly to her face. The kick is delivered by Savage….

Dollar: Somehow Savage has re-entered the ring and managed to break up the pinfall attempt just when it seemed Blayze was on the cusp of victory.

Savage, leans against the ropes at this point, shaken up by all the action between he and Darko outside of the ring. He then turns absent mindedly towards Andre, who is fighting his way up to his feet. He rushes in behind Jordan at this point, takes him by the shoulder and spins him around. Before Andre even has time to react, he’s being pulled into a big gorilla press only to be slammed down into the Samoan Drop.

Dollar: Savage fired up by the issues between he and Darko outside of the ring.

Savage turns towards the struggling Amanda, who is trying desperately to get her feet beneath her. She just begins to stand up with Nikolai on the cusp of delivering a neck breaking move. But the only break is in Savage’s plans…thwarted by a recovered Darko. Savage is grabbed by the shoulder and spun around by a staggered Danny, who takes Savage around the neck and sets up to suplex him over the ropes and into the exposed patch of concrete down below.

Dollar: This is going to be so incredibly gruesome!

Savage is heaved into the air and about to be dropped into the concrete only to shift his weight. He lands beside Darko on the apron and then reaches out and grabs Danny by the throat, fates reversed. It seems Darko is on the verge of being hit with a chokeslam onto the concrete.

Dollar: This might be even MORE gruesome.

Suddenly Savage heaves Darko into the air only to have Danny counter in mid-air. To the absolute shock of everyone, and to the ruination of both Savage AND Darko…Danny catches Kozlov around the neck, pulling him down into a diamond cutter off the apron and into the concrete. Though Nikolai’s bell is rung, Darko’s back is also crippled by the collision with the concrete.

Dollar: OOOOH GOD…cutter into the concrete!!

Susie: But Jeezal My Peezal…who got the worse of it?

Surprisingly it doesn’t seem it was Savage. Absent of thought, Nikolai gets to his feet and goes stumbling towards the ring by sheer instinct alone. He looks obviously concussed as he crawls across the ring, ending up kneeling over top of the Evolution Title.

Dollar: How is Savage up…how is he doing this!?!

Well, he’s not on his hands and knees for long, because Amanda comes staggering in at his side and leaps into the air. She catches Savage with a famouser that plants his face directly into the Evolution Title. His face bounces off and he goes flipping onto his back with Amanda crawling into the cover.

Dollar: Was that intentional from Blayze? Did she mean to just spike Savage’s head onto the title?

Susie: I’m starting to find it hard to swallow that this was ANOTHER accident.

As do the fans, some booing Blayze, while others are just supportive of seeing Savage get his comeuppance.

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Shock doesn’t even begin to describe the feelings of the fans, as everything, all the anarchy, insanity, and action in this All Star Invictus Tag culminates to Blayze shockingly pinning Savage.

Dollar: And Blayze takes it…she takes the win!

Susie: Though she owes a big assist to Darko, who for the second week in a row drove Savage’s head into the concrete to set up this win.

Dollar: What an amazing match with so many moving parts…but ultimately, Blayze scores perhaps the biggest win of her IWC career.

Susie: Momentum definitely on her side as she heads into that 2 Out of 3 Falls match at Invictus.

A victory just isn’t good enough for Blayze, who rolls out of the ring and approaches the time keeper, slipping the X-Class Title out of their grasp.

Dollar: Amanda, you’ve done enough sweetheart, there’s no need for this.

Susie: You might want to make that same suggestion to Gavin.

Andre crawls across the ring and grabs the Evolution Title off the canvas, before slowly working his way up to his feet. He lifts the title high above his head only to suddenly be blasted to the back of the skull with the Real Men Use Lariats. Jordan collapses to the canvas with the gold flying out of his hand. Both the championship and Andre’s body collapse to the outside mats with Gavin in hot pursuit. As Jordan’s rattled body comes to a stop at the edge of the ramp, With Adam following behind, the agent wearing a smug grin of satisfaction, Taylor steps directly to his side, now clutching the Evolution Championship….Holding it tight to his bosom like a newborn baby.

Gavin: This is MINE….MINE Jordan, and you know it.

Taylor stands beside the laid out Jordan, shouting at him while continuing to cuddle with the title. In the meanwhile Amanda has stepped around the ring with the X-Class Title over her shoulder. She stops beside Pearson who like Jordan, rolled to the mats and has ended up at the end of the ramp, all the while grabbing at the back of her nagging neck. Amanda kneels down beside Kathryn and lifts the gold above her head.

Blayze: You like this, Kat? Get familiar with this visual. But prepare yourself, cause it just won’t be the X-Class Title I raise above my head at Invictus, it’ll be your contract for a match against Lohan.

One hand holds up the title, and the other pantomimes holding a contract.

Rose Savior: Are you two done yet?

The reaction defies charts….the crowd swept into an uproar by the presence of Rose Savior.

Dollar: Rose is back!

Susie: Yay….Savior returns after spiking Mika on her face earlier tonight.

Dollar: But what does she have to say?

With microphone in her clutches, Rose starts down the ramp, stepping around fractured tables and fractured bodies. She proceeds down the ramp right between Gavin making his statement to Andre on one side, with Blayze rubbing victory in Kathryn’s face on the other.

Rose: I would suggest everyone clear out of here, because after I’ve said my peace, the TRUE violence is going to begin.

Savior slips through the ropes while Gavin drops the Evolution title on top of Andre.

Gavin: I’m not gonna be like you, DRE…. I’m no THUG, I’m a man of class…and men of class don’t steal title belts….I’ll take back what’s mine LEGALLY at Invictus.

Amanda throws the gold on top of the hurting Pearson, who is still clutching the back of her neck.

Amanda: Prepare to lose everything at Invictus.

As titles are returned to the injured champions, Rose puts herself in peril of receiving an injury all her own by entering the ring.

Dollar: What is Rose’s statement going to be?

Susie: I guess we’re gonna find out after the commercial break….and they had better be advertising My Little Pony.

A door opens backstage and instantly P. Clarence Whitman III steps out. A handkerchief is employed to dab the sweat from Clarence’s red flesh.

Lois: Wow….Clarence….WOW….

Lois is absolutely drenched in sweat as she crawls…..rendered incapable of walking….into the doorway. A sheet wraps around her body while she struggles to maintain the strength to even keep her knees beneath her.

Lois: That was….that was….

Whitman: Were you pleased?

Lois: You bet! That was even better than our honeymoon.

Whitman: Hmmm…

He keeps his trap shut, not wishing to burst Lois’ fantasy bubble.

Lois: Something wrong?

She asks while TRYING to straighten up and brush her disheveled hair from in front of her face.

Whitman: What do you remember of our honeymoon?

Lois: Other than the screaming orgasm?

Whitman: Yes.

Lois: Not much…

She tries to remember.

Lois: To be honest, I barely remember anything. Can sex cause amnesia?

Whitman: Lois, try to think.

Lois: I can’t…everything after Yahtzee is kind of a blur. Why do you ask? Was it the same for you?

Whitman COULD tell Lois that they did not sleep together during their honeymoon…Whitman COULD reveal that it was another who fornicated with Lois….Whitman COULD inform Lois that he’s out to find whomever it was who acted as his sexual surrogate….Whitman COULD tell her everything….but he doesn’t.

Whitman: Ah….it’s nothing to concern yourself with, Dear. Right now, the only thing that matters is finding Ba’al.

Hey P-WIGGY!

Clarence turns with a spiteful expression in the direction of the approaching Simon Cagero.

Lois quickly makes herself scarce, crawling back into the room and closing the door to hide her exposed flesh.

Simon: Been looking for you all night, Brother….

Whitman says nothing as he stares Cagero down.

Simon: I think we need to rap….Talk about this little miscue…

A fist is swung directly into Cagero’s lips, dropping him to the concrete. An absolutely shocked Cagero wedges his fingers to his expanding lower lip as his wide eyes glare towards Whitman.

Simon: What the hell has gotten into you man?

Whitman: You can honestly ask me that? Being the man who got into my mother?

Cagero’s head dips.

Whitman: And my name…..

Whitman stoops down towards the speechless Cagero.

Whitman: ..is not P-Wiggy, it is Percival…Percial Clarence Whitman III.

There is no talking to be done….Whitman unwilling to hear Simon’s explanation. The only thing that flashes in Whitman’s mind is the scene of Simon and Clarence’s mother in the throes of passion. This thought loops through his mind as he storms down the corridor in search of another individual who’s actions have haunted him endlessly….Ba’al.

The fans get closer and closer to the edge of their seats at the sight of Rose Savior strolling back and forth in the ring.

Dollar: The ring cleared of the aftermath of that All Star Invictus Tag…and now Rose Savior has our undivided attention.

Susie: Almost….I’m multitasking listening to her and playing “Babe: Pig in the City” on my Kindle. Talking monkeys are fun!

Rose continues to pace as she prepares to drop a pipe-bomb.

Rose: I’ve tried….I’ve tried soooo hard to stay away…to stay away from this ring.

She gestures to the canvas beneath her feet.

Rose: But every time I think I’ve licked my addiction for wrestling….I find myself drawn back. I just…just…can’t help myself. I know I shouldn’t care, that after everything that has been done to me since I came out of retirement in 2013, that my drive to wrestle should be dead. For some reason, it isn’t. This yearning….

She draws focus to her gut, where her desire to wrestle stems from.

Rose: This NEED….it just won’t go away. I HAVE to wrestle….It’s in my blood….It’s in my heart…it’s in my soul. My brain tells me to stay away, but my heart, it won’t settle until I step back into this ring and do what I do better than anybody else. If I didn’t let injuries keep me away, I’m not about to let the wrong doings of others prevent me from lacing up my boots. So tonight, I’m here to announce that at Invictus, Rose is officially going to enter the Hell….

Christian: No Rose…NO!

For once the fans are not happy to see Christian, but only because he just cut Rose off in the midst of making an announcement that they could ALL get on board with.

Dollar: Come on Christian….what are you doing? Let Rose finish.

The only thing Christian has been adamant about finishing, is the wrestling career of the Saviors. Christian rolls into the ring and approaches his wife, who looks upset by his interruption.

Rose: Baby I was trying to make an announce….

Christian: One that you would regret making for the rest of your life, Rose….I’m not about to let this company get its hooks into us again. We agreed to come here tonight with the understanding that we would only be getting some revenge on the Blacklist for what they’ve done to us. Mission accomplished. Now let’s get out of here.

Christian takes his wife by the wrist and TRIES to pull her out of the ring…TRIES….

Rose: Christian….I can’t.

The Rising Phoenix pretends he didn’t hear what the Queen of Thorns just mumbled.

Christian: Excuse me?

Rose: I can’t leave this ring….

Christian: Roooose, we discussed this…we’ve said our peace.

Rose: No…you said your peace….I haven’t…

Christian: I’m NOT going to let you do this….I can’t….

Orlando: Christian….Rose….far be it from me to interrupt.

The crowd has a joygasm at the sight of Orlando Cruze..Icon stepping down the ramp and into a ring occupied by his long-time rivals.

Orlando: I know I’m the last person you two want to hear from at the moment, but if you value my opinion….

Rose: We DON’T.

A threatening step is taken towards the Icon by a woman who harbors sheer malice in her eyes.

Rose: So why don’t you get the hell out of here and let Christian and I settle this between us?

Orlando: I would..believe me….I would LOVE to wipe my hands clean of the two of you, if it wasn’t for the fact that your decision directly effects ME….And my match against the Blacklist at Invictus….

Rose: YOUR match? No….it’s gonna be OUR match…Cause Christian and I, we’re going to settle this issue with the Blacklist once….

Christian: Not happening, Rose, not happening. We are NOT teaming with this no good son of a bitc….

Orlando: Christian….I’m TRYING to act with some decorum here.

Christian: And I’M fighting every fiber of my being to keep from tearing you apart right now….THIS…

He gestures to Rose and the microphone in her hand.

Christian: Is all your fault…YOU put this idea in Rose’s head by letting her come back at Last Stand.

Orlando: Rose is her own woman, Christian. She made up her own mind.

Christian: You let it happen though, Orlando, you broke our truce….

Rose: God dammit, would you two STOP!?!

Christian and Orlando switch off their hostilities and take notice of the woman stepping between them.

Rose: Christian, I came to Orlando and gave him no other option but to insert me into that Rumble match…and Orlando, I don’t need the likes of YOU to stand up for me.

Mika: Uuuuuhhh ooooohhh.

The crowd is all over Mika Kozlov with their words, while the Saviors and Orlando are all over her with their heated stares. She steps to the stage and actually begins to walk down the ramp amidst the heckles of the audience and the intense glares of her rivals.

Mika: Are you three not getting along? Why? Is this all because of little ole’ Mika, and her boys?

Kozlov actually climbs up onto the apron, on the verge of entering the ring with all three lions waiting to feast on her cadaver.

Mika: There’s no need for all this strife though. Rose, Christian, you two shouldn’t be arguing about being Orlando’s partners at Invictus….Because, it’s not like either one of you will even make it to Hell in a Cell…The Blacklist is about to take the option right out of your hands.

Before the Icon, the Queen of Thorns, and the Rising Phoenix can question her comments, they find Lukas Montgomery and Aaron Harrisn sliding into the ring, having leaped the barricade to get the drop on this trio. Before Orlando has time to react he’s being drilled in the ribs with a Singapore Cane….Harrison completing his unfilled goal from earlier tonight.

Dollar: The Blacklist attacking the Royal Family and Orlando….

Susie And this time there’s no Frankie Paradise to save Cruze.

Christian swallows his pride and actually goes to help Orlando for a second time tonight only to be grabbed by the shoulder, spun around by Mika, who reaches over the ropes with one hand, and into her pocket with the other…removing a can of pepper spray. A hefty dousing of spray shoots directly into Christian’s retinas, blinding him and causing him to stagger back right into the Quieter.

Montgomery bashes Christian to the back of the skull with the roaring elbow, dumping him to the canvas. Lukas then turns around as Rose lunges into the air, catches him around the neck and goes for the Black Rose.

Savior is pushed off and right into Harrison, who has a steel fork in his hand. He slams the sharp prongs directly into Rose’s face.

Dollar: NOOOO!

Susie: The fork used AGAIN tonight.

The weapon extracted from Aaron’s pocket is then thrown to the canvas right beside the bleeding face of Savior.

Like a piranha drawn to the scent of blood, Mika drops down on top of Rose and begins to deliver punch after punch after punch directly to the open laceration.

Dollar: Look at Mika, she’s like an animal possessed.

Susie: Rose is the woman who cost her team the Evolution Championship, and it’s not like the Blacklist hasn’t busted Savior before.

Rose’s face is then turned so that Mika can drag it back and forth across the canvas. All the while Harrison is throwing Montgomery the kendo-stick and stepping around behind Orlando. He takes Cruze around the chin, pulls him to the ropes and now begins to remove…HANDCUFFS.

Dollar: Not the cuffs too!

Susie: We saw the Blacklist chain Brittany Lohan to the ropes several weeks ago, now their doing it to Orlando.

It doesn’t take long for Orlando’s wrists to be bound around the middle rope. In spite of his trashing he can’t get free, and now finds himself totally left to the mercy of the Blacklist…a position no one would want to be in.

He manages to get to his feet and kick at anything that comes near, a futile defense if there ever was one. Surprisingly though, Harrison and Montgomery keep their distance and don’t even bother to approach the Icon.

Montgomery: Lando…buddy….relax. I got in the Cruze punishment quota for the night. Now you’ve earned the right to sit back and watch the Blacklist punish someone else.

Lukas extracts ANOTHER pair of handcuffs from his pocket. He then turns and clamps one end of the cuffs around Christian’s wrist, before taking the other side and binding it to Rose’s arm. The Saviors have been shackled together as their strewn bodies form a straight line across the canvas.

Orlando: NO….don’t do this….

Montgomery: Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this.

Mika: If your upset by this, Lando….Just imagine how you’re going to feel when you watch what I do to our Mallishka tonight.

The cane raises above Montgomery’s head at this point and is driven into the spine of Christian.

Harrison: You should have stayed retired!

Aaron stoops down and shouts at the pair while Montgomery nails Rose over her upper back with the kendo-stick.

Harrison: All you had to do was stay at home….

Another shot is delivered to Christian.

Harrison: But instead you HAD to come back….You HAD to put your hands on my Mika…..

Two more shots delivered, one to each of the Saviors’ spines.

Harrison: Nobody touches my Mika….and no one is going to stand beside Orlando inside of that cell….No one.

Mika employs her IPhone to record this whole, as Howe described it earlier tonight, DEPRAVED scene.

Harrison: THIS is your doing, Orlando….

Cruze looks up from the writhing Saviors to the intense Harrison.

Harrison: You backed us into a corner and now you’ll learn what the Blacklist will do to survive.

Before any further brutality can be dished out, Mika steps in and puts a palm on Montgomery’s wrist, holding back the cane. All the while her nose is poked in a text message that just popped on her IPhone.

Montgomery: What’s up?

Mika: HE said that they’re had enough…That we need not exhaust our energies and passions any longer on these two.

Montgomery: If HE’S satisfied, than so am I.

Before either individual can elaborate further on whomever HE is, the Blacklist are on their way from the ring. Only Harrison lingers behind to glare into the traumatized face of Orlando.

Harrison: What they got…

Aaron points at the welts forming over the spines of the Saviors.

Harrison: Is not one tenth of what you’ll receive inside Hell in a Cell.

After making this poignant statement, Aaron vacates the ring alongside his family. The Trinity makes it to the edge of the ramp, not even looking back to survey the damage that has been done. That is until someone compels them to regard the ring once more.

Christian: Rose….

Somehow Christian’s hand has found a microphone, dragging it to his lips. He tries to speak loud but can only manage a horse whisper.

Christian:….you were right….

He takes Rose’s cuffed hand into his own….staring into her blood soaked face.

Christian: We’re not going anywhere….until…until….we’ve finished this with the Blacklist….we’re entering Hell in a Cell…..and we’re ending this.

Orlando wears a grin and the Blacklist collectively shake their heads outside of the ring.

Montgomery: They’ll never learn.

Lukas and Harrison begin to approach the ring before Mika, reading another text, calls out for the two.

Mika: No….HE wants us to finish the Saviors just like Orlando inside of Hell in a Cell….A statement must be made…and it’ll be made with blood.

Axl Evermore stands front and center in your standard interview area.

Evermore: Well, guess that answers the question of who will be teaming with Orlando at Invictus….Good for you, Cruze, go ahead and team with two people who want to murder you more than the Blacklist. Makes perfect sense around these parts.

Mr. D: Unfortunately you’re right.

The thunderous reaction from the crowd filters into the backstage area at the sight of Mr. D strolling towards Evermore….who surprisingly is nonplused.

Evermore: Wow factor cranked up to the next level peeps, cause I’m standing here alongside the Chairman of both SCW and IWC….Mr. D himself. Welcome.

Mr. D: Stuff it, Axl….

Clearly Mr. D is in no mood for hijinks of any nature.

Mr. D: I’m going to make this very short, and sweet.

Drake: Describes me perfectly.

Stepping up on the opposite side of Evermore, is Desmond Drake, who is fixing his tie and the lapel of his diminutive jacket.

Evermore: Okay, seriously? Da hell is going on here?

Mr. D: As much as I enjoy answering stupid questions, I’ll let you field this one, Drake.

Drake: Thanks Boss.

Desmond turns to address the camera.

Drake: IWC fandom, we just learned that the Saviors will stand alongside Orlando Cruze inside of Hell in a Cell at Invictus, but now we’ve got an even bigger bombshell. After much consultation with the Board of Directors, Mr. D has decided that at Invictus, he and the Board will be selling their 50% ownership of the company….

Shock and awe.

Mr. D: I gave it a whirl, and the IWC is just not my cup of tea. The moment I was dragged into the middle of all this Blacklist, Orlando, Desmond, Frankie drama, I decided it was time to wipe my hands clean of any affiliation with this federation.

Axl: What prompted this?

Mr. D: Oh gee, lemme think….Could it be that Desmond here, played me like a patsy….

Drake blushes and TRIES to hide his grin.

Mr. D: Or the fact that the Blacklist actually blackmailed me into naming Frankie Paradise as the General Manager, by threatening the safety of my daughter?

Axl: That would do it.

Mr. D: Yes…yes it would,

Drake: But let’s get to the best part shall we?

Mr. D: Go ahead, as the thought of saying it aloud actually makes my skin squirm.

Drake: Thanks again, Mr. D….

Desmond’s focus shifts once again to the camera, really hogging the limelight.

Drake: You might be asking yourselves, WHO is Mr. D going to sell his 50% stake to? Well….

Drake’s grin is absolutely huge.

Drake: You’re looking at him.

The boos are downright deafening.

Drake: And my first order of business is to announce that Frankie Paradise is….

Frankie steps forward behind Desmond with a look of chagrin on his face, head and shoulders slouched.

Drake:…officially the special guest referee for the Hell in a Cell match between Team Icon and Team Blacklist at Invictus.

Frankie can’t even hide the sheer panic exuded by his widened eyes.

EARLIER TONIGHT

Brittany: What were you thinking Abi?

Lohan asks this question to her sister, but presently has her eyes burrowing into the face of Alana Starr. Surprisingly Alana has taken a seat at the side of the oval table, discreetly slipping her fingers around one of the steak knives.

Alana: Honestly Abi….you’ve lost your marbles.

Abigail: No…no I haven’t….Getting the four of us together took the mind of a genius….An adorable genius…and they don’t come anymore adorable, and anymore….erm…genius…than me.

Alana: What do you think you’re going to accomplish by getting us all together?

The sight of Alana Starr, Brittany Lohan, Cassidy Haze and Abigail Lindsey all seated at a table together in such a fine dining establishment, truly is a mind-blowing visual.

Abigail: Exactly this. We’re all sitting down together and talking things out.

Cassidy: You’re talking, and I’m just imaging what you’ll look like with your intensities splayed across the table.

Abigail: Cass, honey, you need professional help.

Cassidy: No…I need you to shut your lying, filthy mouth before I cut your tongue out of it.

Abigail: How many times do I have to apologize, Cass? What’ll take to convince you that I DIDN’T abandon you again? Alana….that’s part of the reason you’re here…

In spite of the fact that Starr has attacked her twice….Abigail still reaches out and takes Alana’s hand.

Abigail: First tell Cass that you attacked me on Riot and NewAge, which caused me to miss the opportunities to receive her tags…..Then tell me how sorry you are for assaulting me, repeatedly.

Alana: ABI…you can’t be serious.

Starr feigns offense to these accusations.

Alana: Those hardly sound like the actions of a good person…and I’m a goodest of the goodies.

Abigail: Alana PLEASE! Tell her.

Alana: I won’t accept culpability for you not being there when Cassidy needed you.

Abigail: But…I thought….

Alana: That what? I would still befriend you in spite of these so called “attacks” you’re rambling about? The answer is NO, sweety. I only associate with other good people…which you could never be. Why? Cause you have some Lohan blood in your DNA.

Abigail: I thought we love…

Alana: I don’t think so Abi….I only have special feelings for Lucas Knight….And the only feelings I have for you, are pity and sympathy, having to have grown up with the stigma of being Brittany Lohan’s sister.

Lohan: Why are you two talking like I’m not here?

Alana: Oh….don’t worry, Blue Eyes….I haven’t forgotten about you. Believe me, no one will be able to forget you, or more accurately, what I do to you at Invictus.

Cassidy: Don’t you talk to my Boss-Lady like that!

The sides of her fists rattle the table.

Lohan: Relax Cass, I’ve got this.

Brittany leans forward in her chair, getting a little closer to the unnerved Starr.

Lohan: You think you’re a good person, huh? That good people go around bashing others in the head with a chair when their hands are cuffed to the ropes? That good people can just attack members of my family, who have NOTHING to do with the issues between us? That good people….

Alana: Listen here, Blue Eyes….it doesn’t matter what I do to you, or to anyone cursed with your genetics….I’m in the right in spite of any suffrage these hands might inflict.

Her open palms elevate in front of her eyes.

Alana: After what you did to me in that parking lot….I’m justified in hurting you, and hurting anyone else. Let’s not forget, you’re the devil in all of this….You’re the villain and I’M the hero. And in the end, heroes always conquer over evil. Which is exactly what’s going to happen at Invictus.

Lohan: That might be true, Alana….in stories. But THIS…this isn’t a story….This is life…and in life, there’s not always a happy ending.

Alana: There’s only one ending, Blue Eyes. After Invictus, you will forever be haunted by what happens to you. What I’ve done to those closest to you, was only a taste of what I have stored up in anticipation of our match.

Lohan: No doubt you’re going to unleash it all at Invictus….but Alana, even if you do purge yourself of all your hate, all your rage, you’ll never be able to purge your mind of the memories of everything I’ve done to you, and WILL do to you.

There is a long, tense silence between the two.

Abigail: See…isn’t it nice that we’re all talking?

In spite of the pending implosion between Alana and Brittany, Abigail still wears a giant grin on her face.

Cassidy: I told you to shut your vile tongue you whore!

A glass of wine is taken off the tray held by a passing waiter and the red liquid within is tossed right into Abigail’s face.

Lindsey slides back away from the table, eyes batting as they burn from the alcohol saturating them.

Cassidy: Hehehehe, look, you’re all red. And that’s exactly what you’re gonna look like at Invictus.

In spite of the wine dripping down her body, Abi still manages to grin and dab her eyes with a table cloth.

Abigail: My goodness Cass, that was definitely uncalled for.

Alana: Yeah, Cassidy, that was cruel. Abigail already has it bad enough, coming from the shallow end of the Lohan family gene-pool.

Finally that grin on Abigail’s face falters.

Abigail: Hmmm…Alana, I really wish you hadn’t just said that love.

The glass is snatched right out of Cassidy’s hand by Abigail and shattered over top of Alana’s head.

Starr falls out of her seat, grabbing at her head while Cassidy leaves her seat as well, to drive her shoulder into Lindsey’s ribs and shove her across the restaurant.

Cassidy: I’m gonna kill you….you lying bitch!

Lindsey and Haze spill unto a table occupied by an elderly couple. The two scoot in and protect one another as the ladies knock their expensive dinner over. The warring women crash off of the table to the floor, throwing fists and kicks wildly into one another’s bodies.

A few inches away Alana is lying on the concrete holding the top of her head and sitting up on the carpet. A bit of blood seeps from an open wound in her scalp, while her glazed over eyes turn towards Lohan. Brittany just sits in her chair, looking down at Alana with a giant grin on her face.

The Blue Eyed Demon at last raises a hand, but not to swing at Alana, instead it’s to snap her fingers to summon one of the waiters who was standing back stricken with terror and watching this chaos explode. Tentatively the server steps forward, heart in his throat.

Lohan: Can I see what’s on your desert menu?

BA’AL & MIKA KOZLOV VS. LEGION & TAYLOR CHASE-CRUZE

The arena lights cut completely and an eerie glow emanates from the screens as the speakers burst into life with a creepy sounding version of a child’s nursery rhyme, sending shivers down the spines of those in attendance and probably those at home too.

“Ring… around… the ro…sie…
Pocket… full… of po… sies
Ash-es… Ash-es…
We all… fall… down…”

As the nursery rhyme comes to it’s disturbing end, crimson pyrotechnics explode on either end of the stage and “Gib Mir Deine Augen” by Rammstein replaces the nursery rhyme on the speakers as the name ‘Ba’al’ begins to slowly dissolve in on the screen in what appears to be blood. Smoke begins to bellow across the stage as the lights around the stage take on an eerie red hue. The curtains open and slowly, the sillhouette of two individuals can be seen stepping through them onto the stage. The N.H.B Championship drapes the shoulder of Jaina Frost as she follows her brother into the battlefield.

Dollar: Wow….

Susie: I hope I never get invited to a Lohan family dinner.

Dollar: I’m glad I wasn’t either, as I’d much prefer to be here tonight to see what is definitely going to be a match for the ages.

Susie: Would it be repetitive of me to say that this is the biggest main event in Riot history?

Dollar: Yes, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s true. Ba’al is coming out here to team along with Mika Kozlov against both Taylor Chase and Legion…..and this match has definitely been one a very long time in the making.

Susie: You’re not kidding. The issues between Ba’al and Legion….they’ve been so well documented.

As Ba’al sits slouched in the corner of the ring with the NHB Championship gracing his sister’s shoulder, we cut to a quick video package highlighting the sordid history between the Prince of Sin and the Number One Contender.

There is almost too much history between Legion and Ba’al to be contained in such a short video…so the production truck concentrates on the most recent events. Such as the Steel Cage match from several weeks ago.

Dollar: It was four weeks ago right here on this telecast when Ba’al and THEN NHB Champion, Legion, clashed over the gold inside of a steel cage.

Susie: And it got bloodier than my tampon after a heavy flow.

Indeed, there is blood, lots of it gushing down Ba’al’s face as it is driven into the mesh walls and subjected to repeated shots from a variety of weapons, Legion’s foot being the most potent. In the end, after having his exit from the cage thwarted by an accidental TKO from Taylor Chase to the cage door….an avenue of escape is opened to Ba’al. With the aid of his masked associate, who has now been revealed as Collins, Ba’al is slid out of a huge hole in the side of the cage, both feet hitting the mats to become N.H.B Champion.

Ba’al continues to slouch in his corner as he awaits the arrival of his tag team partner, and his opponents.

Dollar: Ba’al made history four weeks ago when he took the NHB Title from Legion. Can he beat the Nightmare again here tonight?

Susie: Surprised he wasn’t more softened up by that brawl he got into with Lucas Knight, Marie Jones and Romeo earlier tonight.

Dollar: Looks to me like Ba’al got away surprisingly unscathed as passions boiled over between those four headed into that number one contenders match at Invictus. But Ba’al can’t be worrying about that tonight, he HAS to be focused on this match.

POP GOES THE WEASEL blares over the PA system and Mika Kozlov quickly moves to the stage. She looks limbered up after her attack on the Saviors and Orlando a few moments ago.

Dollar: Mika Kozlov still looking fresh after her multiple run ins with the Saviors throughout the night.

Susie: She did make Rose pay for that Black Rose, didn’t she?

Dollar: That she did…but in the process she got Christian to agree to team with Orlando inside of Hell in a Cell. However, Mika’s focus is on one thing here tonight and one thing alone, getting her hands on Taylor Chase.

Susie: Yep, cause just like in the case of Legion and Ba’al, Mika and Taylor have a whole kitten caboodle of history.

Dollar: That they do….It was six weeks ago on this very program where we saw Mika score a stunning victory over her own adoptive sister.

We relive the very match that Johnny Dollar is referring to. In spite of the interference of Legion and Unity to try and protect the World Heavyweight Champion, Taylor Chase still succumbs to her sister’s onslaught when Mika employs the help of Gary Matt to drive Tay to the canvas via the Brain Damage.

Dollar: Mika managed to manipulate Gary Matt into turning on his ex-wife which set up a stunning win for Kozlov.

Mika now sits across the middle rope, legs crossed and arms draped over the top cable. Her tongue playfully licks her upper lip, relishing in this moment to get her hands on Taylor once again.

Susie: But that video doesn’t even begin to do justice to the hatred we’ve seen between Kozlov and Chase.

Dollar: Hate that will explode yet again here tonight in this tag team confrontation….Especially after what Mika and the Blacklist just did to Chase’s husband, Orlando Cruze.

BOSS’S DAUGHTER plays over the speakers and brings the crowd out of its seat. Taylor Chase electrifies the audience by merely stepping to the stage with the World Title over her shoulder, no pandering to the crowd necessary.

Dollar: There is our World Champion….a woman who has undergone quite the metamorphosis in anticipation of her match against the monster, Legion.

Susie: All of which inspired by the influence of so many outside factors, Mika included.

Dollar: Everyone has tried to guide Chase these past few weeks….and it paid off a few weeks ago when Taylor actually employed some mysticism to get the better of the number one contender….and as I understand it we have footage of that as well.

The shocking and controversial footage from last week is re-aired to show Taylor’s transformation coming to fruition. Her change from socialite to monster is cemented the moment she has maggots rain from the rafters and spill over Legion’s body. She is then shown employing the same hocus-pocus to make Leeland Gaunt, Legion’s conjuror, upchuck maggots from his innards.

Dollar: A lot of people questioned rather Taylor had what it took to be a monster….Leeland Gaunt especially, but she proved without a doubt that she could channel her inner darkness when it comes to defending the title against Legion at Invictus.

Dollar: Chase showing an entirely different layer….She is not as one dimensional as some would im….HEEY!

Further discussion of the footage is not permitted as the here and now takes focus, Taylor dropping her title the moment she reaches the ring, and then goes barreling across it. She dives shoulder first right into Mika’s ribs, spearing her off the middle cable and through the ropes, both ladies twisting to the outside mats.

Chase and Kozlov crash to the mats while the fans lunge to their feet.

Dollar: Chase spearing Kozlov!

Susie: The beastie beast unleashed.

The air has been knocked out of Kozlov’s body and her ribs feel like they’ve been fractured by the impact of the spear. Chase grips at her shoulder and rises to her feet just as Ba’al dives off the apron behind her and delivers a double axehandle to her upper back.

Tay staggers towards the announce table, falling against it for support. That’s when the Prince of Sin roots his feet, and gets a big running start behind a spear. Just then Chase turns, catches Ba’al by the back of the head and throws him into the announce table.

Susie: WATCH OUT!

Ba’al crashes into the table’s surface then goes flipping over it, crashing to the concrete between Dollar and Moore.

The World Champion then turns around just as Kozlov comes barreling in from behind. Her arm is caught she’s flipped into the air and sent crashing into the mats with a big hip toss.

Dollar: Taylor surprisingly holding her own out here.

Susie: We’ve never seen her this fired up before.

Dollar: She’s driven by what happened here tonight….the Blacklist attacking Yvonne, attacking her husband….and not to mention all the attacks Mika has made against her and her family.

Susie: Hence why Ba’al is lying right here between us.

Taylor grabs Mika by the hair, drags her along to her feet and then deposits her in the ring. Chase then climbs up onto the apron. She waits for Mika to stand up, and the second she does, Taylor leaps over the top rope, lands on her shoulders and snaps back into a hurricarana.

Mika flips completely over and crashes across her back before rolling into the cables.

Obviously Kozlov was caught completely off guard by this assault at the hands of her sister….Chase turning up the aggression to a whole new level. She crawls away from the ropes towards Chase, who meets her in the middle of the ring then yanks back on Kozlov’s hair. A right hand blasts Mika in her forehead, followed by a second, and then a third and then a fourth. Each time Tay retracts her fist, the grin on Mika’s face widens.

Mika: Hahahaha…..good Malishka….let it out…..unleash it.

The punches are delivered quicker and with more intensity than before, but Mika keeps chuckling. Chase decides to remove that grin by method of shattering Kozlov’s teeth with her knee. Taylor backs up, slapping the protective knee brace around her leg and then lunges forward into the TKO.

Dollar: Here it….NYOOO.

Suddenly Ba’al reaches over the ropes, grabs Chase by the hair and yanks her down out of the air, the back of Tay’s head slamming into the canvas.

Dollar: Ba’al cutting off Taylor right before she could finish Mika off.

Susie: The Sinistry menace whipping Chase around by her hair. Tay should just shave it like Kordy did.

Henry, Portrait of a Serial Killer filters through the PA system and Legion materializes upon the stage. With Leeland Gaunt in tow, the nightmarish number one contender descends upon the ring.

Dollar: Legion making a fashionably late arrival.

Susie: Well Chase really didn’t give him the chance to get out here before she started this fight….And let’s not kid ourselves, that’s all this match is going to be.

Dollar: Taylor displaying the very monstrous capabilities that Legion and Mr. Gaunt called into question two weeks ago on Riot.

Clips are taken from the grueling confrontation between Taylor Chase and Gary Matt for the World Heavyweight Championship. The lights cut out about half way through the contest and when they come back on, Taylor is draped not in maggots, but in feathery boas and stuffed animals. All to the amusement of Mr. Gaunt and Legion at ringside.

Dollar: Mr. Gaunt making fun of Taylor’s ‘apparent’ transformation to monster.

Susie: Guess we’re going to find out if Taylor really can be what she claims to be at Invictus when she stands across from a man who is undeniably a monster.

Mr. Gaunt pauses at ringside and gestures for Legion to do what he does better than anyone else, unleash fear. Legion climbs up onto the apron and shakes his head in the direction of the laid out Chase….Mr. Gaunt getting just close enough to the squared circle so that his words can be heard by Tay.

Mr. Gaunt: Classic Mrs. Chase damsel syndrome, in need of rescuing yet again.

Mika crawls up beside Taylor and grabs her hair into his hands, lifting up on her head.

Mika: Don’t listen to him, Malishka….I know what you’re capable of….as long as you willing to let it all out.

Kozlov slams the back of Taylor’s head against the canvas, then does it again and again and again.

Mika: Monsters don’t drop maggots. They hurt people…they maim people….they scar them for life!

The back of Taylor’s head hits the canvas one more time as Mika stands up and leaps into the air, dropping a boot directly across Chase’s forehead.

Mika: Legion ISN’T a monster…I’M a monster…I’M the one who you need to emulate. I’M the one who can make you a true monster.

Mika makes the tag to Ba’al, who slides into the ring and waits patiently behind Chase, hands interlocked behind his back and head tiled.

The World Champion struggles to her feet, just getting up, albeit stooped forward, when Ba’al charges in, leaps over her head, catching it on the way and delivers a flip over swinging neckbreaker.

The back of Chase’s head slams into the canvas and her body goes rolling into the cables.

The N.H.B Champion turns to a knee and observes the plotting eyes of Legion fixated upon him.

Ba’al: Look at her, Legion….perfectly laid out…

Open palms gesture to the laid out Taylor.

Ba’al:…We’ve all but served her up to you wrapped in a decorative bow. Feel free to do your worse. We all know you will employ whatever means necessary to capture victory…to inflict ‘fear.’ So fulfill your modus operandi…Instill fear in Taylor…Show her what a real monster is.

Legion doesn’t budge from his corner no matter how tempting of an offer is made. Ba’al takes it a step further, pulling Tay up to her knees and throwing cossfaces across the sides of her head.

Ba’al Come on Legion…This woman has made a mockery of our capabilities….She gives monsters a bad name. Make her realize that she is not what she claims to be. This is your chance, take it…TAKE IT!

Still no reaction from Legion, not even as he witnesses Ba’al pulling Chase-Cruze up into a dragon sleeper followed by a sit-down reverse DDT. The back of Taylor’s head hits the canvas with force while Ba’al slithers backwards across the ring and extends his foot out for Kozlov to tag it.

Mika skips into the ring and skips around the traumatized Chase.

Mika: You’re gonna fail Malishka…you’re gonna fail….You’re gonna suffer….Because you are still weak.

Kozlov stops running her mouth and ceases skipping as she steps into the legs of Taylor. She grabs the surgically repaired knee and extends it out over the canvas. She drops a knee directly into the side of the previously injured leg and begins to pull up on the ankle, twisting the leg at an angle it shouldn’t.

The Champion provides a quick counter though, lifting her free foot into the air, and driving it into the side of Mika’s head repeatedly. She then wraps the leg around in front of Mika’s throat and pulls her down to the canvas across the back of her head. Chase lifts her leg into the air and drives it down repeatedly into the face of her adoptive sister.

Dollar: Taylor doing whatever it takes to protect that knee.

Susie: It might have been the strongest part of her body post surgery…but how many assaults can you tolerate on it before its weakened to the point of injury again?

These concussing shots delivered to Mika, gives Chase a small window of opportunity. She climbs to her feet and staggers in the direction of her corner, instinctively extending her hand for a tag. Legion stares down at the outstretched palm, and then into the groggy face of the World Champion.

Mr. Gaunt: Predictable. So fragile. Yes-yes, make the tag then run along and play with your dolls while a true monster does the heavy lifting.

Those groggy eyes become clouded for a different reason, Taylor suddenly consumed with rage. She steps forward and instead of making the tag, she slaps Legion as hard as she can on the chest…which barely even phases the masked peril.

Taylor: Just get in there.

Mr. Gaunt: By all means. Sit back and observe, Mrs. Chase, perhaps you’ll finally learn something.

Chase climbs through the ropes to the apron, where she shakes her head and only observes Mr. Gaunt.

Taylor: I liked you so much better with maggots festering in your mouth.

Mr. Gaunt: Funny, because Legion and I have NEVER liked you.

Legion slides into the ring and goes after Mika, who from her kneeling posture raises two palms defensively.

Mika: Wait, urodivyy….Now is our chance….The three of us….you, me and Ba’al, we can end Tay fore….

Legion’s hands consume Mika’s throat, lifting her up into the air and choking the life from her body. Mika’s legs are kicking and her arms thrashing as she tries to escape this hold. Official Wright starts a five count, reaching four until Legion throws Mika across the ring and into her corner. Her back slams against the turnbuckle and her shoulder is slapped by Ba’al.

The NHB Champion enters the ring before the eyes of the very man he defeated for the title.

Ba’al: You stubborn fool.

Legion begins to rush forward only to have Ba’al reach out, take Mika by the back of the head and throws the top of her skull directly into the gut of the Number One Contender. Legion doubles over and Ba’al rushes forth and takes him around the neck, going for a DDT. He is just about to connect only to have Legion wedge his hands to Ba’al’s ribs, heave him up into the air and then throw him high above his head. Legion then steps out of the way as Ba’al comes crashing down face first into the ring.

Dollar: Legion and Ba’al finally come to blows in this confrontation. The two of them having waited for so long since that cage match to get their hands on one another.

Legion then steps in behind the kneeling Ba’al, and applies a Kokina Clutch. The strangling submission hold is only applied for a moment before Legion heaves Ba’al up off his knees, makes several rotations with his rival’s feet dangling in the air. Legion then caps it off by throwing the Prince of Sin half way across the ring, twisting in mid-air before at last crashing into the canvas.

Mika tries to catch Legion off guard, springing to the top rope behind him and then flying off. Legion spins around and catches her, plucking her down and placing her in the kata gatame.

Susie: Jeez, is there no choke hold Legion doesn’t know?

Dollar: He’s quite adept when it comes to finding methods of punishing his adversaries.

The submission is locked in for several seconds, crushing the chest of Kozlov and the throat wedged to his shoulder as well. The only thing that breaks this hold is the step up enzugari delivered by Ba’al to the back of Legion’s head..

The stiff strike breaks the hold and sends Legion staggering forward into the turnbuckle. He falls against it for support with Ba’al racing in from behind and delivering a step up knee strike to the back of the skull.

Ba’al drops to his feet, grabs Legion’s jaw, yanks it in reverse and delivers several kicks to the back of the number one contender’s head.

He then proceeds this with a knife edge chop to the back of the neck. Legion falls into the corner and slowly turns around to face Ba’al, who now drives his knuckles directly into his rival’s face.

Ba’al: This is the moment you’ve been waiting for, Taylor.

Ba’al turns to address the World Champion.

Ba’al: You know you cannot beat this man in a fair one on one situation. He must be weakened, his strength and advantage must be depleted. Join us in embracing your darkness….join us in destroying you’re biggest detractor and greatness skeptic. Do what must be done to maintain your claim on the World Heavyweight Championship.

Much like Legion, Taylor remains in the corner, refusing to budge. She does nothing but watch as Ba’al turns his focus back towards the number one contender, just in time to have his throat engulfed by both of Legion’s hands.

Dollar: You never turn your back on Legion…NEVER.

Susie: Just like nobody puts Baby in a corner.

Ba’al’s face loses any pigment it once possessed as the air is asphyxiated from his brain. Just before Legion can strangle the very life from his rival, a superkick connects right to the back of the leg that has been targeted several times throughout the months building to Invictus.

Mika steps in and retaliates for the Kata gatame, by inflicting punishment on the previously injured leg. Legion’s knees buckle, yet somehow he maintains his strangle hold upon Ba’al’s larynx. Finally it takes the Prince of Sin driving his elbow down into the forearm of his opponent to break the choke, He then steps forward, grabs Legion around the neck and snaps back into a DDT, driving his adversary down from his kneeling base skull first into the canvas.

Legion’s head bounces off of the ring and he goes rolling onto his back while Ba’al turns to briefly examine his handiwork, then to further influence the World Champion.

Ba’al: You want to prove yourself to Legion, you wish to silence Mr. Gaunt? This is that chance. There will be no more advantageous an opportunity than the one your sweet Mika and I have provided. If you do not take this offer, you will regret it. For it is only a matter of time before Legion does what you lack the courage to do yourself.

The mind-games do tempt Chase, but she doesn’t give over to her indulgences, at least not yet.

Dollar: Mika and Ba’al continuing to try and work over Taylor and Legion psychologically. But will either of them take the bait?

Susie: It might be inevitable at this point.

A tag is made to Mika, who enters the ring and immediately grabs Legion’s leg, stretching it out over the canvas. A knee is dropped into the side of Legion’s own knee cap. She keeps her knee wedged there and begins to pull up on the ankle.

Like Taylor just a few moments earlier, Legion lifts his free boot to kick at Kozlov’s head, but Mika has this counter scouted this time. She ducks her head and the foot flies right over it. She then sticks her tongue out at Legion and stands up, dropping an elbow directly into the side of the knee. She races to her feet afterwards and hits a second elbow into the knee-joint.

Kozlov bustles along into a third and even more devastating elbow into the leg before at last rolling away and making the tag to a waiting Prince of Sin.

The Sinistry member is back in the ring and in a hurry. He rushes towards Legion and picks up exactly where Mika left off, raising the injured leg into the air and swinging it down knee first into the canvas. Legion’s leg bounces off of the ring right back up into Ba’al’s clutches. He now employs all of his strength to drag Legion towards the ropes and drape his ankle over the middle rope.

Ba’al: You should have taken us up on our offer when you had the chance, Legion…This could have been your crowning achievement….But now, it will only be your ruination. Why leave anything to chance? Why gamble when you can make victory at Invictus a certainty?

Ba’al leaves his feet to lunge into the air and comes crashing posterior first into the side of Legion’s leg. He then leaps into the air and lands rear end first against the knee once more. All the while Mika is shouting across the ring at Taylor.

Mika: Get in that ring, Malishka, get in there and finish what we’ve started on the knee…..DO IT!

Chase eyes her sister, wanting to crush something else, Mika’s throat.

Ba’al steps over Legion’s knee once again and then heaves himself into the air, going for another drop directly into the kneecap. But he ends up coming down into the raised foot of his adversary, Legion booting him to the posterior and kicking him off. As a result Ba’al goes flipping oer top of the ropes, and crashes into the outside mats with a hard spine first thud that threatens to crack his tailbone.

Dollar: Legion preventing any further damage from being done to his leg.

Susie: Which he can ill afford going into a match for the World Heavyweight Title.

Dollar: I would suggest he make the tag at this point, but I don’t know if his partner is exactly trust worthy.

Susie: Not with emotions running so high.

Legion turns to his elbows and knees, then looks up at Chase as she extends her palm for the tag.

Mr. Gaunt: Oh please. As if we are to hinge victory on your incapable of shoulders?

Chase shakes her head and now watches as Legion turns in time to spot Mika sliding in behind him, having made a blind tag on Ba’al as he went flying over the ropes. She steps in and goes for another superkick to the knee, only to have her foot caught. Legion pushes it away, sending Mika into a full spin. When she turns back towards Legion, he swoops in with his hand aimed directly for her jaw. But Kozlov ducks it and as a result Legion goes staggering into the ropes, falling side first against them.

At that exact same instant, Ba’al stands up on the outside of the ring and swings a chair right into Legion’s knee.

Dollar: A chair shot…a chair shot right into the knee!

Legion stoops over grabbing at his knee while Stuart Wright turns a blind eye to the blatant cheating…continuing to be the face of corruption.

Susie: That had to have done a lot of damage to the leg.

Dollar: A leg that has already been targeted several times over the past few weeks.

Legion leans even more heavily upon the ropes at this point as Ba’al lifts the chair and prepares to drive it into his knee once again. At the same time Mika is rushing across the ring and diving at his leg for the front dropkick. Suddenly Legion steps out of the way though, causing Kozlov’s boots to go flying through the cables directly into the chair, ramming it back into Ba’al’s face.

Dollar: That chair won’t be connecting a second time…at least not on Legion’s knee.

Susie: Mika just accidentally dropkicked the chair into her own partner’s face!

Mika sits over the middle rope as Legion swoops in from behind, takes her around the neck and applies another kokina clutch. Official Wright instantly swoops in to tell him to break the hold considering Kozlov is in the ropes. But Mika manages to put her feet on the middle cable and kick off, flipping up and over Legion’s shoulder. She lands behind her opponent and then the moment he spins around she dropkicks him to the damaged knee.

Legion goes stumbling forward, almost tripping over his own feet and unable to bare much weight on his leg.

Mika then rushes in behind him and delivers a chop block to the back of the very limb she has targeted.

All the while on the outside of the ring Ba’al is sitting up on the mats and holding his jaw, looking stunned by that dropkick into the very chair he still clings hold of.

Kozlov takes advantage of the damage inflicted by that very chair, stepping in and swinging around into a kick to the back of the knee. Legion tries to maintain his footing before he receives a second big kick to the inner thigh and the calf muscle. Legion stumbles and Mika dives into the crease of the knee with her shoulder.

The strain placed on Legion’s knee is almost intolerable at this point as he goes stumbling into the ropes. He falls over them for support with Mika racing in from behind only to be caught with a back elbow to the jaw.

Kozlov staggers back and now Legion steps out of the ropes and goes for the shuffle side kick. Unwisely he chose to employ his damaged limb as the support leg, and it buckles under his weight. He almost loses his footing, doubling over with Mika taking advantage. The deadly Russian charges into the cables behind Legion, ricochets off and comes back in at the knee only to be caught by the throat.

Legion grabs the back of her tights and heaves Kozlov up into the chokeslam. Yet in mid-air, Kozlov manages to embed her nails into the eyes of the number one contender, raking them and forcing him to drop Mika back down to the canvas. Legion turns his back on the Blacklist member, who then swoops in from behind and traps his arms, hooking them behind his back.

She screams out towards Ba’al.

Mika: Let’s show these two what REAL monsters are capable of.

Ba’al rolls into the ring with the steel chair in hand….Stuart Wright turning and flirting with Jaina Frost as she stands on the outside, pretending not to notice what’s happening behind him.

Dollar: Oooooh great, Ba’al, with steel chair in hand, is about to put the steel to nefarious use once again.

Susie: And Wright is doing what he does best, turning his back.

The crowd wails in anticipation of this steel chair blow on the cusp of being delivered. He heaves the chair into the air and approaches Legion.

The chair raises above Ba’al’s head and is about to irreparably alter the course of this match, just not the way he has envisioned. He swings the steel only for Legion to suddenly back elbow Mika to the face and then bend forward, catching Ba’al’s knees to his shoulders.

Ba’al dangles over Legion’s back for only a moment before he is drive into the canvas via the flip over Alabama Slam.

Dollar: Legion staving off this onslaught from the chair….

Ba’al grips at his kidneys, wincing from the trauma while Legion ascends to his feet, looking to inflict even more punishment. Unfortunately, he’s the one subjected to barbarism. He turns right into a chair shot to the ribs from a stumbling and staggered Kozlov.

Dollar: Mika has recovered and she’s got the chair in her hands.

Legion stoops over while Mika stumbles at her side, retracts the chair and drives it down over his kidneys. The blows sound like gunshots ringing through the Manhattan Center, and feel like actual bullets tearing through Legion’s body, who tries to straighten a spine curved by the shot with the chair. He goes staggering forth into the ropes, falling against them for support.

Mika goes to check on Ba’al before focusing herself on the task at hand.

She then turns and finds her jaw almost fractured by way of a shuffle side kick delivered by Chase.

Dollar: Taylor has seen enough….delivering a traumatic kick on Kozlov’s chin!

The blow sends Mika spiraling into the ropes and spilling through them to the outside mats.

The chair falls to the canvas and Ba’al goes to take possession of it. But Chase swoops in and cuts him off, catching Ba’al around the neck and snapping back into a DDT….or so that was that plan. Unfortunately for Tay, the moment she goes to plant Ba’al’s skull into the steel, the Prince of Sin pushes her off. Taylor staggers back and Ba’al grabs the chair, throwing it straight at Chase’s face only to watch it caught right in the grips of the World Heavyweight Champion.

Before Ba’al can even begin to grapple with his shock, Legion swoops in from behind and goes for a shuffle side kick of his own on the Prince of Sin. Only Ba’al turns just in time to duck the inbound boot which flies over his head and goes soaring directly into the steel chair.

Dollar: Legion is gonna superkick the chair into Taylor’s face!

Or so it appeared. Luckily for Chase, she possesses lightning fast reflexes, throwing down the chair and catching Legion’s boot right before it blasts her to the jaw. She now stares down at the foot caught under her chin and then up into the malevolent eyes staring at her from beneath the slits of the mask.

Legion’s foot is pushed down into the canvas and Chase immediately contemplates leaving her own feet to nail the jaw of the number one contender with the TKO.

Dollar: Come on Taylor, don’t…don’t give into the manipulation.

Susie This is exactly what they want Taylor.

This tense stare down between Taylor and Legion ends when Legion shoves Tay aside so that he can catch the inbound Mika. He takes her right around the neck, establishing the kokina clutch. At the same time Taylor lunges into the air to catch the interfering Ba’al. She quickly leaps onto his back and traps him in the half nelson choke with a body scissors thrown in for good measure.

Dollar: Simultaneous choke holds established by both Chase and Legion….Just when it seemed they were a lactose intolerance sufferer with a gut full of Vitamin D milk..

Animosity shines from both the number one contender and the World Champion as they look up from their respective submissions into each other’s faces.

This tense stare-down prompts Chase and Legion to put even further pressure on their opponents, but also creates a costly distraction.

The holds bring the Blacklist and Sinistry members down….but only so that they can complete their counters. Mika falls to her seat and hits a jaw breaker on Legion, forcing him to break the hold, while Ba’al drops to his knees and snaps Chase over his head, sending her rolling across the canvas.

She ends up rolling right along to her feet and falling into the cables beside Legion. The two lean against the ropes and then exchange another tense stare before those plotting eyes turn towards their opponents.

Ba’al and Mika dive at their respective rivals only to be caught with a simultaneous back drop over the ropes.

Dollar: There goes Ba’al and Mika…both pitched to the outside.

The moment that their rivals hit the mats, Taylor grabs the top rope, leaps over it, transitions in mid-air, landing on the apron then snaps over backwards into a moonsault that crashes into both athletes.

Dollar: Caution thrown out the window by Chase.

Susie: She just went to the air….like she just don’t care….Hey, I just rapped.

Dollar: Yes, and I’m sure I’m not alone in preying that you never do again.

Chase now grabs both Ba’al and Mika around the necks, dragging them up their feet just as Legion comes diving off the apron into a stereo double axehandle. He crashes into the manipulative duo, driving them to the mats with Legion landing on his feet between his fallen prey. Chase stands before him, the two staring one another down in another very awkward, tense situation.

Dollar: With every passing moment of this match these two just keep getting closer and closer to losing control.

Surprisingly Ba’al dives into the back of Legion’s knee, causing it to buckle as he falls into the mats. Taylor then rushes past Legion and under an inbound lariat from Ba’al. She also avoids a spinning heel kick from a recovered Mika, before sliding into the ring between the ropes. Kozlov’s momentum causes her to go twisting and crashing into Ba’al, who holds her back by the collar bone. The two look at one another with an air of distrust and uncertainty. Just then Taylor comes diving through the ropes right at both of her opponents with a suicide headbutt only to have Ba’al push Mika aside and then step out of the way himself.

As a result Taylor flies past them right into the recovering Legion. But instead of crashing into Legion, she finds his hand slapping around her throat, bringing her down to her feet instead of letting her head crash into his sternum.

Dollar: Chase ALMOST just hit Legion with the suicide headbutt only to have Legion catch her by the throat.

Susie: This is gonna be real….real bad for Taylor.

Chase’s eyes are opened wide as she gasps for air, Legion squeezing her throat very tightly. In the process Ba’al and Mika are standing in the ring, shouting over it at Legion to do his worse. Suddenly Legion shoves Taylor back and releases her neck.

Mr. Gaunt: Do you see now, Mrs. Chase?

Gaunt steps up beside Taylor.

Mr. Gaunt; Legion could have crushed your windpipe just like that. *snaps fingers* The only reason you continue to exist is because Legion has allowed it. But that shall change if you continue to masquerade yourself as a monster.

Before Chase can react to these thinly veiled threats, Ba’al reaches over the ropes and grabs Taylor’s hair, dragging her up onto the apron. But she reaches back and takes the Prince of Sin around his head, dropping to her seat and delivering a stunner. Ba’al’s neck snaps back off the cables and he goes twisting towards Mika, who wedges her hands to his chest and shoves him back into Taylor. He crashes into the cables and into Chase, knocking her off the apron and sending her tumbling hard to the outside mats.

Ba’al springs off the cables and then steps towards Kozlov with a look of aggravation on his face.

Ba’al: Fassen Sie mich nicht an.

Mika: Do you not speak English, debil?

Ba’al: Don’t touch me.

Mika: I’m merely employing your strategy, mal’chik.

The differences between Ba’al and Mika are quickly set aside when Legion leaps onto the apron in front of them and then over the cables into diving shoulder block. He nails both opponents and puts them on the canvas. Legion now pulls Mika up and puts her into position for one of his many versions of the Misery. Unfortunately, the only one left miserable is Legion, because the moment he pulls Mika up onto his shoulders, Ba’al leaps into the air behind the number one contender. He catches Legion around the neck then snaps back into a leaping reverse neckbreaker.

Legion crashes into the canvas with Mika coming down on top of his chest.

Dollar: WHOA…Did we just see that? Mika might have the win thanks to that neckbreaker.

The three count is made by Wright to the collective dismay of the masses.

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Taylor scrambles into the ring and delivers a front dropkick to Mika’s face, sending her rolling over backwards off the pin and onto her knees. Chase then gets to her feet, still clutching at her kidneys then gets another running start, this time into a running knee…a modification of her TKO.
But Ba’al rushes in behind Chase, catches her by the hair and prevents her from getting much further. That’s when Chase drops back and goes for the pele kick. The boot is about a centimeter removed from Ba’al’s face, only to be caught before it connects.

Ba’al tries to quickly establish the ankle lock and shatter the leg of the World Champion only to have Taylor drop into a forward roll. She pulls Ba’al down and onto the back of his shoulders, Chase sitting on top of his chest and holding down the creases of his knees.

Wright is just about to explain to both athletes that they are not the legal participants in this match, but that doesn’t matter because Mika comes charging in and delivers a devastating running knee strike directly to her sister’s face. Taylor falls back and Ba’al reverses their predicaments, ending up seated on top of Taylor’s chest and holding down the creases of her knees.

Susie: Mika might have set up the win for her team beautifully.

Wright is again trying to tell both Champions that neither is the legal participant in this match only to have Mika grab him by the shirt and throw him down to the canvas, ORDERING the referee ot make the count.

Wright, a man who quite enjoys almost having his shirt ripped off by the opposite sex, adheres to Kozlov’s request in spite of the fact that Mika and Legion are the legal participants in this match.

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Legion suddenly crawls up beside Ba’al and swallows his head with his palm, applying the Five Finger Crawl to an absolutely explosive roar from the crowd.

Dollar: FIVE FINGER CRAWL breaking up the pinfall.

Susie: That’s one way of doing it.

The hand of Legion squeezes Ba’al’s skull until it is about to burst like a melon in his palm. That’s when Mika steps in and slams the chair over Legion’s back.

Dollar: Mika bringing the same chair that she was almost cracked in the head with, back into play.

Susie: But look…look…do you see…look-look-look!

Dollar: I’m looking already.

The chair shot has had NO effect whatsoever on Legion, he maintains the Five Finger Crawl and squeezes even tighter at this point on Ba’al’s head. This prompts Mika to slam the chair over the spine of the kneeling number one contender once more, then a third time, and a fourth…Legion’s grip begins to weaken but will not be broken. Therefore, Mika tries another strategy, she rushes backwards into the ropes, about to use the chair on Legion’s face as opposed to his spine.

Just then Legion stands up, pulling Ba’al along with him and pushes back on the NHB Champion’s head. Ba’al is sent spinning towards Mika, but more importantly, his face goes spiraling into the steel chair clutched in her hands.

Mika’s jaw drops as she accidentally runs the chair into the Prince of Sin’s skull.

Dollar: Aaaahhh!

Susie: The chair bouncing off of Ba’al’s head.

Dollar: It struck this time, and while in the hands of Kozlov.

Mika is stunned as she watches Ba’al twisting into the waiting clutches of Legion. He stands up and kicks his nemesis to the ribs, doubling over the Sinistry member, who he puts into position for the Misery.

But Kozlov looks to rectify her mistake. She rushes forward with the chair raised above her head only to be caught with a big inverted STO from Taylor.

Chase catches Mika out of nowhere, dropping her face into the canvas and causing the chair to fall from her clutches. Legion takes his eyes off of Ba’al and looks down at the laid out Kozlov and the World Champion, who he cannot help but to sneer at. This distraction proves devastating though, as it permits Jaina to slide something into her brother that goes right through Legion’s legs.

The Number One Contender has no idea, heaving Ba’al up into the air and onto his shoulders, going for the Misery but receiving a shot from the gavel directly to his face.

The blow knocks Legion on his back with Ba’al landing on his knees beside him.

Dollar: Ba’al just drove the gavel into Legion’s head…We saw him do the same thing with a blade ring inside of the steel cage several weeks ago.

Susie: He saves himself from the Misery yet again.

With gavel still in hand, Ba’al rises to his feet and spots Taylor running in. The gavel is swung at her head, but Chase ducks. She then slips around behind her adversary, who turns just in time to be caught around the neck, Tay leaping into the air to deliver the reverse STO.

But Ba’al doesn’t go down, instead he pushes Taylor off, wedging hands to her ribs and sending her flying across the ring. The moment she lands on her feet, Mika lunges in and nails her with the spear to the ribs, almost sending her adoptive sister flipping right over.

Dollar: What a SPEAR from Kozlov…getting revenge for the way this match started.

Taylor grips at her presumably shattered mid-section, while Mika grips at the canvas, pulling herself across it towards Ba’al, who now occupies the corner.

Ba’al: Machen Sie den tag!

Obviously Ba’al wishes to be the legal participant in this match….HE has to be the man who pins Legion…he HAS to.

Kozlov absent mindedly extends her hand and tags out to Ba’al, the NHB Champion sliding into the ring and crouching behind Legion….He gestures for the Number One Contender to stand up, compelling his nemesis onward and upward. Legion, head pounding, Legion, leg buckling, Legion, back enflamed by the chair shots, ascends towards his feet. He at last gets up only to be put back down via the Totalis. Ba’al rushes in and lunges high, catching the masked man around the neck and preparing to snap back.

To the surprise of everyone, Ba’al especially, he finds his opponent blocking the move by method of grabbing the top rope. Ba’al lands on his feet, in shock that he did not connect with his version of the reverse bulldog, prompting him to attempt the move once again.

He lunges into the air behind Legion, and goes to catch him around the neck only to have Legion turn, wedge his hands to the chest of the NHB Champion and shove him off. Ba’al twists in mid-air, and lands on his feet just, but the moment his boots hit the canvas, Taylor’s knee nails him to the cheek.

Dollar: TKO!!!

Susie: It connects oh so epically!

Ba’al collapses to the canvas with Chase landing on her feet. She then turns towards Mika, who has pulled herself up with the aid of the ropes. Taylor rushes straight at her going for another TKO leaving her feet just as Mika drops to her back. As a result Chase goes flying over top of her, landing on her feet mere inches removed from the ropes. She then turns around just as Mika comes charging in going for another spear. This time Chase side steps it and throws Mika by the back of the head through the ropes.

Kozlov twists and crashes with a thud to the outside.

Taylor then goes to follow, getting one leg through the ropes when Kozlov surprises her. She scrambles to her feet then rushes up behind Chase, catches the ankle, lifts it into the air, and causes Taylor to lose her footing and come crashing down off the apron with a gruesome back first splash against the mats.

Dollar: So much action between all four of these athletes. Bodies just being thrown around everywhere.

One body that was thrown and nailed with the TKO, belongs to a traumatized Ba’al, who amazingly has crawled across the ring looking to get his hands on the steel chair. Just as he reaches out for it he finds a boot coming down on its surface…a boot belonging to Legion.

Ba’al slowly looks up into the orbs glaring down at him…orbs belonging to Legion.

And the only thing that belongs to Ba’al, is the chair beneath Legion’s foot….but not for long. The chair finds itself kicked out of the ring by the Number One Contender, who then reaches down with his hand, slamming a palm down around Ba’al’s head and subjecting him once more to the Five Finger Crawl.

Dollar: Legion has got the Five Finger Crawl locked in again!

Susie: On the already damaged head of the Sinistry leader.

Ba’al tries to push the hand away from his head, rising to his feet and thrashing around but finding it impossible to escape this unbreakable clasp. Yet even if he does submit, Wright is out of position to see it, eyes preoccupied by the images of Mika and Taylor going at it at ringside. The World Champion is taken by the wrist and whipped into the barricade by the Blacklist member who has haunted her every step.

Chase crashes into the steel while in the ring Ba’al crashes to his knee, the fight being taken from his body. It seems hope has faded for the Sinistry, until that very individual who has been instrumental in Ba’al’s success, slides into the ring behind Legion. The mask that conceals the identity of the man who assisted in pulling Ba’al out of the cage several weeks ago, and has attacked so many members of the IWC roster, is now ripped away, revealing the face of Johnathan Collins.

Dollar: It IS Collins….that video from earlier tonight was no lie. Johnathan Collins is the man who has been assisting Ba’al all of these weeks.

Susie: And he’s about to do it again.

Mr. Gaunt shouts at Legion, but the words of warning are too late. Collins grabs Legion by the shoulder, spins him around and delivers a twisting back fist right to his cheek. The stiff strike knocks Legion back into a gavel swung by Ba’al. The hammer connects to the back of Legion’s head and sends him crashing to the canvas. The gavel is then thrown aside and Ba’al drops to his knees, pushing Legion onto his back and crawling into the cover.

Dollar: Not again…don’t tell me Ba’al has done it a second time. Don’t tell me he’s stolen another win over Legion?

Susie: Then what would you have me tell you instead? Dirty jokes? I know a few of them about Leprechauns and urinals.

Dollar: Save it Susie, because I don’t think I can laugh at anything at the moment.

Nobody is laughing, not even smiling as Collins exits the ring to the apron, watching Ba’al making the cover on Legion. Official Wright is alerted to the pin by Jaina, and after he gets a view of her cleavage, Stuart turns to make the count.

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Dollar: The Sinistry accomplishes their mission once aga….

If that mission was to get a two count…mission accomplished. Legion launches his shoulder out from under Ba’al, and the fans now DO have a reason to laugh…to smile.

Dollar: Legion kicks out even after that shot from the gavel!

Susie: This is BONKERS! Which by the way, is my all-time favorite tv-show…besides Darkwing Duck.

Dollar: Legion truly is not human….there is no way he can be after kicking out of that.

The enraged eyes of Ba’al turn towards Collins, insisting that he grab the chair and bring it back into the fold. Johnathan nods and turns to grab the steel only to learn the hard way that it has fallen into the hands of another. P Clarence Whitman III swings the chair into Johnathan’s back, dropping him from the apron to the mats. Whitman then drives the edge of the steel into Collins’ ribs, doubling him over.

Dollar: Whitman…WHITMAN is taking out Ba’al’s back-up! He’s taken out Johnathan Collins!

Susie: If he can’t get his hands on Ba’al….he’ll do the next best thing by disrupting Ba’al’s plans.

The chair comes down thunderously over the spine of a stunned Collins, who goes staggering up the ramp with Whitman in pursuit. Clarence only stops to turn and smile in the direction of Ba’al….who sits on his knees looking beyond flabbergasted.

Whitman: Weak am I?

Clarence proves just how mighty he can be by rushing up behind Collins and slamming a chair into his upper back

Dollar: Whitman has taken out Collins…I am absolutely speechless.

Whitman and Collins have taken their brutality to the back and the ring awaits even more anarchy. Mika fills this need by rolling Chase back into the ring. Ba’al spots Chase and grabs the gavel, lifting it into the air, waiting for Taylor to get up so that he can cave in her skull.

Dollar: Don’t get up Taylor…DON’T get up!

Susie: Nothing is going to keep this woman down.

Chase struggles to her feet, but will not be kept on her back by any force on this planet, especially when that entity is Mika. She stands with no knowledge of the peril that waits behind her, Ba’al rushing in and swinging the gavel.

Dollar: The gavel is gonna crack Taylor’s….

The only thing that cracks Taylor, is Mika’s fist, not a gavel. Ba’al stops in mid-swing when Kozlov rushes into the ring and tackles Chase down to the canvas, crawling on top of her and delivering repeated forearms to her face.

Mika: Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you accept that we are one?

Suddenly a hand grabs hold of Mika’s hair, Ba’al actually dragging Kozlov off of Chase and then throwing her back. Mika lands on her seat, looking up into Ba’al’s face with a stunned expression.

Ba’al: I told you to stay clear of my way, dumme Frau.

Mika: You don’t ever touch me…You don’t ever stand between Taylor and I…

Kozlov is on her feet and in Ba’al’s face, wedging her finger to the NHB Champion’s chest.

Mika: Learn your place, mal’chiki.

Mika gives one last emphatic push with her finger, staggering Ba’al back. She then turns her attention to Taylor, who has crawled into the ropes. Kozlov is about to satiate her need to punish Chase only to feel the wrath of another. Ba’al lunges into the air and grabs Mika around the neck, dropping her on the back of her head with the Totalis.

Dollar: Ba’al has HAD ENOUGH!

Susie: Totalis on Mika.

Dollar: This is just surreal.

Kozlov clutches at her skull while Ba’al now stands above her, staring her down. He shakes his head in disgust before lifting his gavel and going right back after his original target. Taylor has just gotten to her feet when Ba’al begins to swing his gavel only to have his wrist caught from behind. Legion takes the gavel and rips it out of his Prince of Sin’s hand.

Before the 2014 Rumble Winner can do anything else with said gavel, Ba’al turns and lunges into the air, cracking Legion in the back of the head with an enzugari strike. Legion turns away from Ba’al, stumbling to the center of the ring and stooping forward.

The gavel has been dropped to the canvas behind him and Ba’al quickly snatches it up. He then rushes in behind Legion, grabbing him by the shoulder and spinning him around to crack him in the face with the weapon. But just before he can bash Legion in his skull, Taylor does something equally as unthinkable. She grabs Ba’al’s wrist and yanks the gavel right out of his clutches, saving Legion the same way he just saved her.

The weapon is then tossed out of the ring by Chase, but in the process she turns her back on Ba’al, who bashes her in the spinal column with a forearm, driving her through the ropes.

Dollar: This is unreal…first Ba’al takes out his own partner, Mika, and then Legion saves Taylor, and Taylor follows that by saving Legion…

With Taylor taken out Ba’al is free to return his focus to Legion, spinning around and receiving a boot to the ribs. Before he has time to react, Ba’al is heaved into the air by Legion and driven into the canvas with ring shaking force via the Misery II.

Dollar: The Misery…THE MISERY II!

Susie: Legion just unleashed it on Ba’al.

Legion drops forward into the pin while wright drops forward to make the count.

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Jaws have dropped all over the building as Legion has secured victory for the team of himself and Taylor Chase, at last defeating the pair that has so maliciously persecuted them for weeks.

Dollar: What a turn of events here tonight….Legion and Chase victorious….They survived Ba’all and Mika Kozlov.

Susie: They have avenged themselves.

Dollar: And now there is nothing….no force remaining that stands between Champion and Challenger.

A standing ovation is given to the victors here tonight, who collectively overcame quite a few obstacles, including their mutual hatred for one another, to take the win tonight. Taylor slides back into the ring at this point, standing up to eyeball Legion.

Stuart Wright then steps in holding out Chase’s World Title only for Taylor to boot the referee to the ribs, grab the back of his head, and toss him through the ropes. She snatches the title off the canvas and throws it over her shoulder before turning to address the man who poses the greatest challenge to her title….the monster who towers before her tonight, and threatens to tower above her at Invictus…the one being feared unanimously, and verging on extending that fear to an international sphere by taking Taylor’s World Title.

Dollar: Here we have it, Chase and Legion, World Champion and her Challenger, their alliance stood the test tonight, but there will be no partnerships at Invictus…there will only be two of the greatest athletes in this business battling for the World Heavyweight Title.

Susie: You’re hype for this match has got me needing to buy new panties.

Mr. Gaunt climbs up onto the apron and summons Legion, who after a long stare-down with the World Champion, finally turns his back on Chase. He begins to exit the ring only to hear the voice of Chase calling out after him, now amplified by a microphone.

Taylor: Legion….

He pauses, back stiffening.

Taylor: Before you leave this ring tonight, I think you need some reminding of who you’re facing at Invictus….

His eyes slowly twist to look over his shoulder at the woman who so audaciously addresses him.

Taylor: You think your battling a meek, weak, frail little girl? You’re wrong. You think you’re going to have an easy match against some media mogul and socialite at Invictus? You’re wrong. You think you’re battling some misguided woman who believes she’s a monster, when she’s nothing but a wannabe swimsuit model? Wrong-wrong-wrong…What you’re facing at Invictus…WHO your facing at Invictus….is Taylor Chase….

Legion finally turns completely around to acknowledge the World Champion.

Taylor: I’m not just a monster. I’m not just a socialite. I’m not just a pretty face. I’m ALL of the above…I’m everything rolled into one, with killer instinct, and unstoppable passion thrown into the mix. I am Taylor Chase, and I deny classification.

Legion approaches Taylor, who unlike so many people he’s crossed in the past, isn’t running away from him.

Mr. Gaunt: Mrs. Chase….

Taylor doesn’t even break her eyes away from Legion to address Mr. Gaunt occupying the apron.

Mr. Gaunt: I’m sorry to shatter your delusion, but you omitted one little descriptive detail when rambling on and on about yourself. You may be a monster, in your own right…You may be a socialite…and you may be a calendar pin-up girl pretending to be a wrestler….but what you are not, is good enough to defeat Legion at Invictus.

OH-SNAP.

Mr. Gaunt: Now let’s take our leave, Legion…

The monster goes to follow Gaunt only to find a hand wrapped around his wrist. He looks down at Chase’s grip, and then up into her face.

Taylor: Legion…..you don’t want to eat everything that Gaunt is shoveling down your throat. Because he’s omitted a few finer details as well. He fails to recognize that for some pin-up girl, I have managed to defeat every single challenge that has come before me. He ignores the fact that this frail socialite has overcome the complete surgical replacement of my knee to step back in this ring again and do what I LIVE to do. And he’s outright ignored the fact that every single person who came at me with these same criticisms, with this same skepticism, with this same superiority complex, has fallen at THIS KNEE….

She slaps her braced knee-cap…not even caring that she’s painted a huge target upon it.

Taylor: Everyone has been out to break THIS KNEE, but it has withstood the test of Montgomery, of Harrison, of Matt, of Kozlov. They tried to shatter it, and they tried to shatter my will, but neither will be broken. Especially not by scathing critiques, and not by your hands, Legion. You tried to break me with your Misery, but I rose again…And every time you bring your Misery down upon me the same thing will happen, until you feel what so many others have, the sensation of being defeated by a Twitter trender, a former head cheerleader, and above all else a woman who has fought through so much to keep this title…..that woman being Taylor Chase, the very person who has WRESTLED her heart out for…..

The World Title is raised aloft, mere inches removed from Legion’s face.

Mr. Gaunt: See, that’s where we can agree Mrs. Chase. This is about WRESTLING….Not who’s a monster, and who isn’t a monster. In the end this match boils down to one thing, who the best wrestler is. At Invictus, you will learn that Legion, stands on a level higher than anyone else when it comes to the grappling arts. So be a socialite, be a monster, be Taylor Chase….in the end of the day, none of it matters, because Legion, is a WRESTLER.

Leeland and Legion are about to make their exit before Taylor speaks up one last time.

Taylor: Your right, Mr. Gaunt….Legion IS a wrestler…a GREAT wrestler. So once I’ve beaten you, Legion, the BEST wrestler on this planet, there’s not going to be anymore criticisms….there’s not going to be anymore skeptics…there’s not going to be anyone left questioning rather I deserve this title…rather I’m anything more than what you’ve pegged me to be. I will prove that this World Title is around the waist of a woman who deserves it.

Chase has said her peace, throwing the microphone down at Legion’s feet then walking around both the number one contender and Mr. Gaunt. The two watch her defiantly slip through the ropes and drop to the apron before starting up the ramp.

Dollar: What an exchange between Champion and Challenger.

Susie: They said some hurtful stuff.

Dollar: Both have made their positions clear headed into Invictus. What a night it is going to be.

Legion and Leeland watch Taylor make her way up the ramp where she pauses, stopping and turning towards the pair in the ring. Slowly Legion’s finger raises into the air, pointing at Chase on the stage as the lighting above her head begins to flicker and spark. Now the bulbs produce an eerie red hue that highlights the blood that showers down from the rafters directly on top of Chase’s head. She breaths heavy as she feels the warm crimson gushing down her flesh and dripping from her chin. And yet, just as slowly as Legion raised his finger, Taylor lifts the World Heavyweight Championship, even as blood cascades down its surface.

Dollar: What a visual….Join us for Invictus….join us when these two, and so many others collide and history is made.

We were born to rise
We were born to rise

Legion kneels in the middle of the ring with arms stretched to his sides, bathing in a shower of blood in commemoration of his Rumble victory.

So what you know about sacrifice when the lights go out?
The price to pay when you’re digging down
The skin of your teeth and the blade in your back
What you know about hope? What you know about that?

Instantly we’re taken to a face-off between Kathryn Pearson and Amanda Blayze. The footage segues to Romeo Damascus standing on a turnbuckle pointing towards the Invictus banner in the scaffolding above. Now we switch over to an image of Rose Savior resting on her elbows and knees in the ring at Last Stand, her eyes moving to the Invictus graphic swaying from the rafters.

Write it off as criminal, a place to cast a stone
On and on we carry on when one is not enough

Katelyn Buehler is featured running up the steps leading to the main entrance to Madison Square Garden. Brittany Lohan takes over the screen as she sits at a desk across from Alana Starr, looking down at a contract with the Invictus emblem drawn in the upper right hand corner

We are the ones who were born to rise
We are the ones with the fire inside
I go to war with the brothers I trust
And there ain’t no stopping us, there ain’t no stopping us
We are the ones who will bring the rain
We are the ones who will break the chain
I go to war with the brothers I trust
And there ain’t no stopping us, there ain’t no stopping us

Orlando Cruze is shown pinning Rose’s arms behind her back before he has his head caved in by a Kendo-stick swung by Harrison. We then see Lukas Montgomery, Mika Kozlov and Aaron Harrison dragging Rose Savior to the ring strapped down to a stretcher and bleeding profusely. Another image highlights Rose hitting Mika with the Black Rose, and Christian throwing Harrison spine first into the side of an ambulance. There is a quick shot of Orlando nailing the superkick on Aaron’s jaw, before cutting to Montgomery delivering the Quieter on the back of Christian’s skull.

THE ROYAL FAMILY & ORLANDO CRUZE VS. THE BLACKLIST: HELL IN A CELL

What you know about standing up when the odds get stacked?
Time stands still, ain’t no turnin’ back
When everything you’re worth is under attack
What you know about heart? What you know about that?

Katelyn Buehler is shown cutting her arm cast off her broken hand. The footage cuts to Rachel kneeling over a laid out Buehler in the ring and pointing to the Invictus symbol strung from the scaffolds. Buehler is then shown chasing after an official with a gavel in her hand, swearing she was set up by the Sinistry, who put the gavel in her hand and got her disqualified in a match for the World Heavyweight Title.

KATELYN BUEHLER VS RACHEL FOXX

Write it off as criminal, a place to cast a stone
On and on we carry on when one is not enough

Cassidy Haze reaches out for a tag to Abigail Lindsey, only to spot her at ringside chatting it up with Alana Starr, all but abandoning her. We then see Cassidy laying crushed in the ring, unresponsive even to the submission Yvonne Knight traps her in.

ABIGAIL LINDSEY VS. CASSIDY HAZE

We are the ones who were born to rise
We are the ones with the fire inside
I go to war with the brothers I trust
And there ain’t no stopping us, there ain’t no stopping us
We are the ones who will bring the rain
We are the ones who will break the chain
I go to war with the brothers I trust
And there ain’t no stopping us, there ain’t no stopping us

P Clarence Whitman III swings a steel chair into the ribs of Johnathan Collins. In a flash we see Whitman freaking out as watches Ba’al kneel before him in the ring, allowing him the perfect opportunity to attack, only to have Clarence cower in response.

JOHNATHAN COLLINS VS. P CLARENCE WHITMAN III

Kathryn Pearson and Amanda Blayze throw wild right hands into one another’s face as they twirl towards the ring. This violence transitions into footage of Blayze driving Kathryn down across the back of her head on the Evolution Title with the sunset flip driver. Then Amanda is featured kneeling over Pearson and holding up the X-Class Title.

KATHRYN PERSON VS. AMANDA BLAYZE: 2 OUT OF 3 FALLS

We were born to rise
Ain’t no stopping us, no stopping us
We were born to rise
Ain’t no stopping us, no stopping us

Brittany Lohan and Alana Starr stare across a table baring their contract for a one on one match at Invictus. We cut to Lohan chained to the ropes with Starr caving in her skull with a steel chair. Then we get a visual of Lohan heaving Alana into the air and powerbombing her across the back of her neck on the hood of a car….the very incident that triggered their whole rivalry.

BRITTANY LOHAN VS. ALANA STARR

We are the ones who were born to rise
We are the ones with the fire inside
I go to war with the brothers I trust
And there ain’t no stopping us, there ain’t no stopping us
We are the ones who will bring the rain
We are the ones who will break the chain
I go to war with the brothers I trust
And there ain’t no stopping us, there ain’t no stopping us

Jackson Adams is chokeslammed through a table by Tyson Galloway before seguing to footage of Silverwolf powrbombing Galloway off an apron through the wood. We see Danny Darko DDTing Savage into the concrete, before cutting to Marcus being thrown by Nikolai Kozlov into Danny’s ribcage.

TABLES ARE LEGAL GAUNTLET FOR NHB #1 CONTENDERSHIP

Robert snatches the Evolution title from the hands of Gavin Taylor. Andre Jordan holds up the Evolution gold. Kyle Black lays Jordan out and leaves the ring with Adam Chase. Robert sits on top of the Evolution Championship, refusing to let either Gavin or Kyle get their hands on it.

KYLE BLACK & GAVIN TAYLOR VS. ROBERT & ANDRE JORDAN: EVOLUTION CHAMPIONSHIP

We were born to rise
Ain’t no stopping us, no stopping us
We were born to rise
There ain’t no stopping us, there ain’t no stopping us

Polly Norah holds up a sign reading “BOO THIS MAN” while she stands behind the seated Porno Lad, and the two watch TPKid from the balcony. Another image focuses on TPKid and Porno Lad holding up the Tag Team Titles. But those good times between the two were very short lived. The footage cuts to Kid bashing Porno Lad in the ribs with a baseball bat before switching over to BMW giving the Trailer Park denizen a low blow from behind.

TPKID VS. PORNO LAD: LUMBERJACK MATCH

Kordelia Price becomes the focal point with her head being shaved by the Black Crusade. Into another image we segue with the Pestilence setting up the Black Crusade during the Rumble to eliminate Mr. Hush, Silence and Mr. Gaunt from the match. Total War then becomes the focal point, first as they fall to the Harem via Kordy’s double stomp, before switching to them delivering their finishing move on Price.

THE HAREM VS. TOTAL WAR VS. PESTILENCE VS. BLACK CRUSADE: TAG TEAM TITLES

We were born to rise
Ain’t no stopping us, no stopping us
We were born to rise
There ain’t no stopping us, there ain’t no stopping us

Legion throws Rose Savior over the top rope, eliminating her and winning the 2014 Last Stand Rumble. We then see Taylor Chase accidentally hitting the TKO the cage door, driving it into Legion’s knee and causing him to lose the N.H.B Title. This is followed by a shot of Legion drilling Chase under the jaw with the shuffle side kick, putting her in position to lose the World Heavyweight Championship. It then cuts to Legion being doused in maggots, before cutting to Taylor being doused in feathery boas and stuffed animals. The final visual of Taylor standing on the stage raising the World Title with blood showering down upon her and Legion pointing her out in the center of the ring.

TAYLOR CHASE VS. LEGION: WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE

FADE TO BLACK

Riot! 12

Gary Matt: I HAVE to free her…

The music provided only enhances the drama which relates to Gary Matt’s and Taylor Chase’s tumultuous relationship. A relationship wrought with betrayal.

Gary: I HAVE to save her….

The music provided doesn’t do justice to the magnitude of Gary’s plot to undo the World Heavyweight Champion. Brief glimpses are provided into the inner workings of Gary’s troubled mind, as we find his naked body seated on the edge of a bed with Mika Kozlov writhing beneath the sheets behind him.

Gary: Taylor NEEDS me…

In spite of their differences, Taylor still possesses the compassion to kiss a troubled Gary on his cheek and leave the room. She is unaware of Matt’s palm clutching pain pills that have been ground into dust.

Gary: I’m the only one who can protect her…

Matt rushes the ring and aids both Taylor and Orlando in a skirmish against the Blacklist.

Gary: Taylor NEEDS me…..

After dispatching the Blacklist, Matt turns to acknowledge the kiss being shared between Chase and Orlando.

Gary: I HAVE to save her…

The powdery residue that was once Gary’s pain pills are present in his palm.

A kneeling Matt buries his cheek into the hip of Taylor’s sister, Ashley-Marie.

Gary: Why did she leave? WHY!?!

Matt is shown fainting in the ring and being helped to the back on a stretcher.

Gary: Why did she leave me? WHY!?!

Matt drops to his knees, vomiting…another symptom of concussion syndrome.

Gary: Why did she leave me? WHY!?!

Matt is show fainting in front of Orlando before being loaded onto a stretcher.

Gary: I HAVE to protect her….

A valiant effort is put in by the highly enraged Taylor Chase, who repeatedly subjects Mika Kozlov to an endless barrage of shots from the kendo-stick.

Gary: She NEEDS me.

In the midst of Taylor’s assault on her adoptive sister, the remainder of the Blacklist push Gary towards the ring strapped to a stretcher and powerless.

Gary: I HAVE to protect her…

Taylor prepares to connect with the TKO on Mika, diving knee first into her face but finding her own spine connecting with the canvas when Gary catches her in mid-air, then drops her via the full nelson slam.

Gary: I HAVE to save her…

Matt licks Taylor’s cheek as she finds herself bound to the ropes, unable to defend herself.

Gary: She NEEDS me.

TONIGHT

Taylor holds up the World Heavyweight Championship, before cutting to her gripping something else, a kendo-stick that she repeatedly drives into Gary’s body.

Taylor Chase versus Gary Matt

The Brain Damage is employed to drive Taylor into the canvas and leave her exposed to the pinfall by Mika Kozlov.

Championship versus Career

A compilation of scenes bombard the screen, featuring Taylor kissing Gary on the cheek, Chase nailing Gary with a kendo-stick, Matt watching Chase and Orlando kiss, and ultimately Gary psychotically wedging his forehead against Taylor’s as their lips draw near.

Gary: I NEED to save her….

The crowd is having a whole lotta fun and the insanity hasn’t even gotten started yet. But Riot is guaranteed to be a white knuckle affair, especially when it starts with two of the most controversial and polarizing figures standing in the center of the ring. Those individuals being the silent Legion, and the long winded Mr. Gaunt.

Johnny Dollar: Another Riot, and another step closer to Invictus….

Susie Moore: I can’t wait….just can’t wait…got the date circled on my calendar and everything…with a pink highlighter…

Dollar: And things are ALREADY looking interesting in terms of tonight, because the ring is occupied by the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship, Legion, and his mouthpiece, Leeland Gaunt.

Susie: And I circled it with a heart…a heart Johnny D!

Dollar: Enough about your calendar, Susie, let’s find out what Mr. Gaunt and Legion have on their minds….I actually shudder to think of the possibilities.

Susie: But I was also going to tell you that I even sprinkled glitter around the heart.

Dollar: Please for the love of all that is good and holy, do NOT get started on your glitter obsession again. I thought we had broken you of it.

The only thing about to be broken are ratings records, cause Mr. Gaunt is guaranteed to keep you on the edge of your seats. And if you don’t have a seat, find one to put yourself on the edge of NOW!

Mr. Gaunt: Taylor Chase….the monster…

It takes only a few words to already have the crowd eating from the palm of his hand…though what they’ve devoured may require instant purging.

Mr. Gaunt: Taylor Chase….the monster…

Mr. Gaunt repeats it while tapping the handle of his cane against his chin.

Mr. Gaunt: Taylor Chase…the mo….nope….no matter how many times it’s said, and how many ways it’s reiterated, it just doesn’t sound right to me. Taylor Chase….the monster….the mere insinuation brings a smile to my face.

That’s a grin on Mr. Gaunt’s face? Are his cheeks even capable of bearing a smile?

Mr. Gaunt: Pardon my cynicism, I realize that this is supposed to be some major, character development, a pivotal turning point in Mrs. Chase’s pitiable existence, and now we’re all supposed to buy Chase as more threatening, but I’m afraid I still cannot take her seriously. Any individual who hails by the epithet of Tay-Tay, CANNOT be a monster. Demons are not typically predisposed to discussions of Sexy Saturdays, or their former glories as head cheerleaders. It’s just altogether……silly

There was no other way to put it, and Mr. Gaunt is certainly not bashful in regards to saying what’s on his mind.

Mr. Gaunt: I’m afraid that simply implying you’re a monster, does not make it so. Actions dictate you’re standing as a monster…and to date, I’ve yet to witness any conduct performed by Mrs. Chase that can be described as monstrous.

Yet I am not above flaws, perhaps my aging eyes have failed me. So let’s relive the ‘moment’ that apparently signified Mrs. Chase’s shift from weak, meek, fragile little girl, to bona-fide, fear inspiring monster. So Mr. Dean in the production truck…would you be inclined as to provide footage from the most recent edition of NewAge?

As requested Mr. Dean….the fellow who has been so chummy with Simon Cagero in recent weeks, provides the requested footage.

In scenes that can only be described as depraved in nature. Taylor Chase withstands a barrage of assaults from a litany of enemies. Not only does she suffer the Misery II at the hands of Legion, but she finds her body subjected to repetitious blows from the Singapore Cane that has become an extension of Mika Kozlov’s hands.

Yet,in spite of these assaults Taylor summons a response, unleashing her own brand of brutality. She discovers strength…or perhaps more than strength….focusing all her energy into breaking the shackles that have held her demons down deep. Eventually the cane finds its way into Taylor’s hands, and then into the bodies of Gary Matt and Mika, who thrash beneath the onslaught of strikes delivered by the World Heavyweight Champion. The final clip provided is of a screaming Taylor, who holds nothing but the shattered remnants of the cane in her palms.

Mr. Gaunt: Hmmmmm….

Back to Mr. Gaunt and Legion, shaking their heads in synchronicity.

Mr. Gaunt: I’m afraid it’s just not doing it for us. Legion and I are still not buying into this utterly ridiculous notion that Mr. Chase has channeled the monster everyone claims she possesses within.

Although, perhaps if the footage were given some type of shaky camera effect, and the images were in black and white…and ah yes…maybe we can get some John Carpenter style synthesizer tone to create a more spine tingling aura…then it’ll bring Legion and I around.

An open palm extends to the Cartel-tron, drawing focus to the video that replays across the screen.

The footage witnessed moments ago is reaired but with Mr. Gaunt’s requests put into place to enhance the suspense. The camera shakes, there are no colors, and there is a definite Carpenter vibe to the tunes playing in the background. Though the scenes are slightly distorted, viewers can make out Chase’s wanton destruction of the Blacklist.

Mr. Gaunt is looking up towards Legion, the number one contender’s chin dipped to his chest.

Mr. Gaunt: Anything?

The shaking head is all the confirmation Mr. Gaunt requires.

Mr. Gaunt: No….I’m afraid we’re still unconvinced. But to be fair, no amount of visual enhancements or synthesizer tunes can sway us into believing that Mrs. Chase has any concept of what a true monster is. She is a self-described socialite….a woman obsessed with popularity and determined to monger the limelight. This is not the behavior of a monster….not even an Edward Cullen inspired beast.

Mr. Gaunt’s hand is drawn to Legion’s shoulder.

Mr. Gaunt: I’m afraid, Mrs. Chase, that no amount of claiming that you’re beastial or demonic at heart will alter what it is to be. The conclusion of your match with Legion was foregone the moment this MONSTER tossed Rose Savior over the ropes to win the 2014 Last Stand Rumble. So by all means continue making your preposterous insinuations, and carry forth with your little ‘hissy-fits’ aimed at the Blacklist. Though rest assured it’s all wasted efforts.

Legion is deservingly given spotlight treatment.

Mr. Gaunt: Because, at Invictus, you will be facing a TRUE Monster. This ‘man’,,,,a term I use very loosely considering he transcends any concept of humanity….need not channel ANYTHING. No coercion is necessary to dredge the demon from Legion’s innards, for he is a monster twenty-four hours a day, seven days of the week. He is fear realized. He need not demonstrate that he is demonic in nature, for he exudes terror with every drawn breathe.

Legion raises his eyes, and instantly the fans wished he had kept them lowered to the canvas below.

Mr. Gaunt: At Invictus, Legion will demonstrate that you are no monster, Mrs. Chase, and that you are of no challenge to him. Katelyn Buehler, on the other hand, now there was a Champion Legion would take honor in defeating, which is why he was prompted to cost you the title on NewAge….and if it wasn’t for a combination of the Sinistry’s interference, and Mrs. Buehler’s crisis of conscious, she would be standing here today, staring down my monster and drumming up suspense for an epic clash at Invictus. Sadly however, it seems we will be privy to a far less suspenseful clash at the pay-per-view. An all-together one sided affair with a predictable outcome.

Now Gaunt and Legion shake their head for a different reason, as an expression of boredom.

Mr. Gaunt: Speaking of predictable, Mrs. Chase has once again, in a pitiful attempt to show she IS a monster, put herself at risk this evening. Because she has not suffered enough beatings, and has not put enough burden on Legion to protect her, Mrs. Chase has agreed to defend the World Championship against Gary Matt. A gentlemen, who unlike Legion, has done absolutely NOTHING to earn this title opportunity, save for aggravating a woman entirely too prone to giving over to her impulses and emotions. So tonight, a man who is bereft of such inconveniences, will ensure that Gary Matt does not become another blight upon the legacy of the World Championship. Legion will once more be in Mrs. Chase’s corner to sure up the odds….

YOU KNOW MY NAME

Every fan in attendance act as if they’re seated on red hot pokers, shooting out of their chairs and shooting off at the mouths. When Orlando Cruze emerges the reaction only gets louder.

Orlando: Just how long are the two of you going to stand out here abusing your number one contender privileges by dragging my wife’s name through the mud?

Mr. Gaunt: I was unaware there were limitations? Is there not a tune that can be provided to let us know when we’ve ran over our allotted speech time?

Orlando: Knock it off, Leeland…this isn’t a joke.

Mr. Gaunt: That’s where your mistaken, Mr. Cruze, because anything having to do with Taylor Chase IS downright laughable….

Orlando: Is that so?

Mr. Gaunt: Indeed it is.

Orlando: Well Mr. Gaunt….you won’t be laughing at Invictus, a night where Taylor is going to serve you a great big steaming plate of crow.

Orlando contemplates how to put it into words.

Orlando: Yes…Taylor has been a media mogul. Yes….Taylor is a socialite. Yes….Taylor is a fashion template. But the surface has been scratched and you’re going to get more than a glimpse of what’s beneath all of that. Which would happen tonight, if I were allowing you to go on with your plan to be at ringside for Taylor’s destruction of Gary Matt. The things she’s going to do to that man with her title on the line….are going to have the censors up my ass for at least a good three months.

Mr. Gaunt: I’m sorry, Mr. Cruze-CHASE….

Oh snap.

Mr. Gaunt:….but in the midst of all your Mrs. Chase aggrandizing gibberish, did you imply that you were going to somehow keep Legion from fulfilling his role as the champion’s guardian? Not a very wise decision I’m afraid, given your inability to keep her safe.

Orlando: Guardian? GAURDIAN!?! So Legion’s idea of being a guardian is laying Taylor out and TRYING to cost her the World Heavyweight Championship?

Mr. Gaunt: An aberration.

Orlando: I’m not about to chance it happening again, Mr. Gaunt.

Mr. Gaunt: Hmmm….you believe you have some type of influence over our decision to stand ringside?

Orlando: It doesn’t say ‘President’ on my door for nothing.

Mr. Gaunt: You could have fooled us, Mr. Cruze, considering you do nothing to reinforce your role as authority figure, as your far too predisposed with the machinations of your precious Tay. Face it, Mr. Cruze, you can make all the threats in the world…you can have security forcefully attempt to bar Legion from the ring….but nothing will compel him to steer clear once the bell has chimed and Mrs. Chase’s World Title match has commenced. You are powerless, Mr. Cruze, absolutely powerless.

Orlando: Wrong….Mr. Gaunt…DEAD wrong.

Mr. Gaunt: How do you figure?

Orlando: There IS something I can do to make sure Legion doesn’t influence the outcome of Chase’s match tonight.

Mr. Gaunt: Suspension? The threat of stripping Legion of his number one contendership? What predictable route will it be this week?

Orlando: None of the above. I’ve got a different idea….an idea for a….ummm…what are those pesky things called again….oh yeah….a match! A match in which I take that monster right there….

No trepidation is shown in addressing the beast.

Orlando:….and face him one on one…

Dollar: Did Orlando just….

Susie: No he didn’t….nuh-uh!

It’s unclear rather Mr. Gaunt is surprised or apathetic, his expression static

Mr. Gaunt: YOU….Mr. Cruze-CHASE, versus Legion?

Orlando: That’s right.

Mr. Gaunt: What would possess you to make such a foolhardy decision?

Orlando: I think we’ve already covered the fact that your Monster can’t be trusted around Taylor….And I’m not about to let her go into a match like this worrying about what you, or Legion might do while at ringside. Plus, I’m scheduled to step into the ring at Invictus, so it might be a good idea to work off some ring rust.

Mr. Gaunt: Legion is far more than a mere sparring partner.

Orlando: No….he’s just like you claim him to be…a MONSTER….And if I’m going to be stepping into the ring with monsters at Invictus, it might help to beat one here tonight.

Mr. Gaunt: I’m afraid, Mr. Cruze-CHASE, that if you step into the ring with Legion, you will no longer have to concern yourself with Invictus….For you will not make it to that event.

Orlando: I’ll consider that a yes to my challenge….not that I require one. So here’s how it’s going down tonight, Mr. Gaunt….just to spell it out to you….it’s going to be the Icon versus Legion, and when I beat your beast, he has to leave the arena and not put one foot near that ring when Taylor enters it to defend her title. Are we agreed?

Mr. Gaunt: Are we being given an option?

Orlando: Great…..Orlando Cruze and Legion….TONIGHT.

You Know My Name belts once again through the speakers as Orlando backs towards the curtains, never breaking eye contact with Leeland in the process.

Dollar: What a major…MAJOR match just announced…

Cameras cut to the surprisingly gleeful Johnny Dollar, and the doughy eyed Susie Moore behind the commentator’s table.

Dollar: This is shaping up to be an absolutely HUGE night. We already know that Taylor Chase is set to defend the World Heavyweight Title against “The Maniac” Gary Matt, with Gary putting his career on the line…

Susie: And now we’ve got Legion versus Orlando too…this is gonna be super special.

Dollar: Two VIOLENT, explosive main events on tap here tonight.

Bombshell doesn’t even BEGIN to describe what Orlando just dropped on the unsuspecting fans. In spite of his in ring inactivity, Orlando, the very man waltzing into the backstage area, will return to the squared circle to compete against the fabled monster this evening. However, presently he finds himself faced with an entirely different challenge.

Buehler: Orlando!

The crowd is understandably smitten with the image of Katelyn Buehler, who stops Orlando mere moments after stepping into the gorilla position.

Orlando: Katelyn, sweetheart, what’s up?

Orlando is surprisingly jovial, still feeding off adrenaline.

Buehler: Are you really that obtuse?

Orlando: Don’t you Dufresne me.

Buehler: You should know what’s got me red hot.

Orlando: I suppose this has something to do with what happened on NewAge?

Buehler: Wow….your intelligence is astounding.

Orlando: Get on with it, Katelyn. Time is money tonight.

Buehler: I’ll make it short then. I want another shot at the World Heavyweight Championship….I think I’m OWED one more opportunity. On NewAge, I was screwed harder than I ever was when working as a stripper….

Wisely Buehler goes no further than that.

Orlando: But you were caught with gavel in hand, Katelyn. You got disqualified, and as unfortunate as it may be, I’m not about to overturn a referee’s decision.

Buehler: I’m sorry-I’m sorry-I’m sorry, but are YOU dropping acid?

Orlando: Tread lightly, Katelyn.

Buehler: Everyone knows I was set up by the Sinistry, that Rachel Foxx laid Chase out then put that gavel in my hand to get me disqualified. Are you just about to let a monumental screw-job like that go down on your watch? Make it right. Give me one more shot to capture the World Title and be in the main event at Invictus.

Orlando: Sorry, but all you’ve got is hearsay. If there was proof that Sinistry cost you the championship, maybe we could arrange another title match, but as of now, tonight will be Taylor’s final title defense before Invictus.

Buehler: That is total BS!

Orlando: It is what it is.

That’s all Orlando will say on the matter, now walking away and leaving the unstable athlete behind. Said instability prompts Buhler to grab a chair and throw it as hard as she can into a wall. She then vocalizes her frustrations

Buehler: I deserve another shot at the title. I SHOULD BE CHAMPION!

MOMENTS AGO

A still composite of Mr. Gaunt and Legion staring down the Icon.

Dollar: If you just now decided to give the IWC the time of day, first of all, slap yourself as hard as you possibly can in the face, and then watch this recap of the blockbuster announcement just made.

Susie: I thought Blockbuster went out of business cause people were too lazy to walk around a store and use their arms to lift heavy DVD cases.

The announcement Johnny Dollar just referenced concerns Orlando Cruze returning to in ring action in a valiant attempt to defend his wife’s honor….and spare her the wrath of the demonic apparition known as Legion. All of which is covered via the images on the screen.

Dollar: Legion, the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Title and 2014 Last Stand Rumble Winner, will collide with the President and former World Champion, Orlando Cruze, in the center of that very ring, right here tonight. It might not get any bigger than that.

Susie: Unless they have midgets throwing glitter at ringside, I don’t see how it could.

PORNO LAD & THE HAREM VS. TPKID & TOTAL WAR

Now that we’re through rehashing prior events, it’s time to get with the here and the now. And the here and the now relates to the arrival of Porno Lad and the Harem.

EVERYBODY

The Backstreet Boys are met with even greater disdain than usual….given their association to the quartet headed to the squared circle. The foursome led by Porno Lad, who once again has a megaphone in the palm of his hand and shoulders weighed down by the Tag Team Championships.

Porno Lad: So they’re really going through with it, huh? They really do believe that Legion versus Taylor Chase is gonna put behinds in the seats at Invictus?

Dollar: Good lord, is Porno Lad STILL going on about this? Get over yourself you jackass.

There are a multitude of reasons for Porno Lad to be so steamed….As he’s been overlooked for a potential World Title shot, and is now followed by a freshly scalped Kordelia Price, who uses a chin strap to affix a wig on top of her head. BMW and Polly Norah are equally as disgruntled, prompting Polly to hold up a marker board with the message ‘Now Accepting Hair Donations’ written across its surface.

Porno Lad: That’s right, my precious Porno-Maniacs, Orlando Cruze and Frankie Paradise are just gonna totally overlook your wants and your needs. Even though you’ve been sabotaging every single IWC show with chants of Porno Lad….Porno Lad…PORNO LAD…they’ve ignored you and decided to keep me, the man of mass appeal, out of the main event at Invictus. I would be pretty POed if I were all of you, and I would suggest just boycotting the event entirely if poor buyrates wouldn’t affect my PPV bonus…So instead, at Invictus, throughout the entirety of the main event, I want you people to scream my name until you are blue in the face….Until you are about to pass out in the isles, until you….

The only one about to faint…or more accurately….be knocked unconscious….is Porno Lad. The fans aren’t the only ones absolutely fed up with the loud mouthed and over-opinionated braggart. From the back rushes TPKid, and Sophie and Mark O’Brian, and into the backs of Porno Lad, Kordelia Price and Polly Norah, their forearms fly. BMW barely clears out of the way of this onslaught led by her baseball toting ex.

Dollar: ALRIGHT!

Susie: TPKid and Total War shutting Porno Lad up and jumping he and the Harem on the ramp.

Dollar: I believe this six person tag team match is getting started right now!

Porno Lad gets the fans on their feet, but only because he’s been knocked on his ass. TPKid has Lad rolling down the ramp and spilling to the mats where he desperately tries to gather himself. Chaos consumes the rampway as Kordy and Sophie trade shots and Mark has an ailing Polly staggering down the ramp. Obviously the O’Brian’s are out for blood after the Harem has consistently left them laying in recent weeks.

Eventually Sophie leads Kordy to the end of the ramp, grabs her by the wrist and attempts to whip her into the barricade but Price puts the kibosh on those plans. She reverses the whip and instead it’s Sophie’s shoulder that takes the brunt of the impact with the barrier. And just as Sophie begins to stand up with the aid of the barrier, Kordy charges in and lunges into the air, hitting her with a giant stinger splash against the steel. At the same time Mark O’Brian is inflicting damage on the powerhouse of the Harem stable, her forearms to the spinal column knocking Norah into the steel steps. He then moves in, scoops her up and drops her face directly across the steel.

As Total War brings just that, total war, to the ringside area, within the squared circle Porno Lad finds himself desperately trying to put distance between himself and TPKid. The trailer park denizen is in hot pursuit of his prey, unfortunately without his trademark bat in hand, closing in on Porno Lad just as the Original Prankster gets to his knees in the middle of the ring and requests a time out.

Unfortunately, referee Alex Ingelson, confirms there are no rest periods, especially now that the bell has chimed to officially get this match started. Therefore, Lad makes his own rest period by throwing a thumb directly into TPKid’s eye.

Dollar: That crafty son of a bitc….

Susie: Careful….remember, you’re supposed to be “PG” Johnny D.

Dollar: PG Johnny D died the second Porno Lad spiked Bob’s ham.

Susie: Which led to the creation of the evil, diabolical Robert.

The blatant blow to the eye has TPKid staggering across the ring, palming his damaged retina. This is just the opening Porno Lad required, stepping in behind Kid, wedging a shoulder to his kidneys and heaving him up into the back drop suplex. Just when Lad’s confidence grows, he finds himself spiraling into misery when TPKid flips over the shoulder and lands on his feet behind his rival’s back. Porno Lad spins around into a knife edge chop so forceful it almost rips the nipple from his chest.

Another chop then connects, then a third that has Porno Lad back peddling into the ropes. Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring Mark has his foot wedged to Polly’s throat and is pushing against it with all his leg strength. Norah remains seated with back wedged to the steps, gasping for oxygen.

Finally Mark stops just shy of asphyxiating Norah and decides to lend aid to his sister. Just as he turns around to help Sophie, he finds himself in need of aid himself, because Kordy has rushed across the apron and is now flipping over into a senton directly into O’Brian’s chest. The two collapse to the mats amidst a loud pop from the crowd.

Dollar: Is there ever going to be any sense of stability in this six person tag? That is, are we actually going to see any tags whatsoever?

Susie: When you’ve got six people who hate each other as much as these people do, then I wouldn’t count on it.

Kordelia, who FINALLY gets to show some of her wrestling ability, dashes to the aid of her precious Porno Lad. She scurries across the ring and nails TPKid in the spine with a double axehandle. Lad uses this opportunity wisely, connecting with a step up enzugari to the back of his skull. The kick knocks TPKid into a spiral, turning to face Kordy, who connects with an inverted enzugari, her boot nailing her opponent directly between the eyes.

Somehow Kid remains upright, twisting towards Porno Lad who finally takes him down with a picturesque dropkick. The Harem have taken control and continue to press their dominance once Kordy runs into the ropes, bounces off and comes back into a hip toss from Lad that sends her into a senton across Kid’s chest. She crashes off and rolls out of the way just as Porno Lad delivers a standing frog splash that deflates the oxygen from TPKid’s lungs. He then hooks the leg for the three.

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But only gets the two before TPKid manages to get a shoulder up.

Dollar: Oh thank God, that nearfall had me sweating bullets.

Susie: Then you just became Charlton Heston’s best friend.

Both members of Total War are slowly getting to their feet on the exterior of the ring, which has Porno Lad’s spidey sense all a-tingle. He shouts at Kordy, who rushes into his palms before being heaved into the air and thrown over the top rope with a military press right onto both members of the O’Brian clan.

Kordy rolls away from the pair just as Porno Lad slides to the apron, rushes across it and dives off into a leaping elbow drop directly into Mark’s heart.

Dollar: Shades of Cactus Jack right there.

Susie: Say yer prayers varmint.

Dollar: That’s Yosemite Sam, you waste of a human soul you.

Porno Lad now grabs O’Brian by his hair, rolls him into the ring and follows him in. Just as Lad is sliding back into the ring, TPKid rushes in and clocks him to the face with a big punt kick that has his brain all rattled. Lad then falls over the middle rope, straddling it with his stomach. Thus allowing Kid to place him in a front chancery and drag him through the cables until only his ankles drape the middle cable. The fans are flipping out as Kid prepares to deliver the hanging DDT. Those plans are derailed however, when Kordy jumps back to the apron, grabs the top rope and leaps over, trying to save her master.

Unfortunately, for Kordy that is, she flies right into the clutches of her adversary, who drops back, simultaneously connecting with the hanging DDT at the same time that he plants the flying Kordy with a downward spiral variant.

Dollar: Ohhhhh my goodness!

Susie: Two for one special right there….Though I much prefer BOGO specials myself.

Excitement swells in the audience as TPKid races to his feet and now begins to put both feet to use by stomping Lad, then stomping Kordy, then stomping Lad, then stomping Kordy. One of his feet eventually ends up being used against him though, as it’s caught in the hands of Polly. She reaches under the ropes and grabs his ankle, refusing to let him put it to use to do any further damage to her teammates.

TPKid tries to shake her off but Norah won’t let go. So TPKid instead uses his free foot to stomp the hands interlocked about his ankle. Polly steps back shaking her wounded hands out to her side while TPKid grabs the top rope and pulls himself over into a crossbody that misses the mark entirely.

Polly steps out of the way and causes TPKid to land on the mats as opposed to driving himself into her sternum, however, if there is one saving grace it’s the fact that he landed on his feet instead of flat on his face…wait…scratch that, cause the moment he stands upright, Polly rushes in and almost beheads him with a lariat. The force of the clothesline sends TPKid corkscrewing through the air.

Susie: The Harem’s muscle taking out TPKid! And she probably won’t even call him the next day.

Dollar: TPKid probably won’t even be conscious by tomorrow.

Immediately after delivering the decapitating clothesline, Norah sets her eyes on Sophie pulling herself up into the barricade. Norah then charges in and lunges into the air with a big splash only to have Sophie clear from the path of this giant woman. Norah crashes into the barrier, causing her to now hang over the steel with ribs potentially shattered. Sophie pulls her away from the barrier only so that she can deliver a reverse Russian leg sweep that plants Norah throat first against the steel.

Inside of the ring, Sophie’s brother is trying to keep momentum on the side of his team. He grabs Kordy around the neck, leads her up to her feet and then snap suplexes her right over onto Porno Lad’s rib-cage, then floats over into a lateral press on top of his stacked opponents.

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Lad and Kordy simultaneously kick out of this double pinfall.

Yet Mark will not be thwarted, he stands up and takes Kordy around the neck, leading her along to her feet and applying the front chancery for another suplex. He heaves Price up into the air only to receive a knee to the top of the skull. Price then drops down right in front of Mark and begins to deliver rapid fire palm strikes to both of his cheeks followed up by a spinning back fist that is ducked. O’Brian avoids the move then stands up and slaps a hand around Kordy’s throat. Price’s eyes widen as she is heaved into the air, turned and thrown down with a chokeslam right on top of Porno Lad’s body.

The crowd barely even has time to react to this before O’Brian is falling over his prey with another double pin.

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Only to see his effort once again end with a kick out at two.

>Susie: This guy is so big and burly…he’s just throwing around both of his opponents like they were nothing but….things that are easily thrown around.

Dollar: Oh lord…not THIS again.

On the outside of the ring Sophie now has Polly in a side headlock and is charging across the mats, leaping forward into a running bulldog. Just as she leaves her feet though, Sophie finds herself thrown off the side headlock and sent flying some distance before eventually crashing into the chest of a recovered TPKid. Both competitors collapse to the mats while Norah ascends to the apron.

A preoccupied Mark has hold of Kordy’s hair, dragging her head beneath his seat and pointing down at Porno Lad, signifying that a powerbomb is about to be delivered. Or at least it would be if Norah wasn’t rushing in behind Mark.

But O’Brian senses his inbound opponent, prompting him to throw Kordy head first right into Polly’s ribcage. Norah doubles over and Mark takes advantage of her posture. He grabs her around the neck, heaves her up into the air then delivers the jackhammer to a predictable pop from the stands.

There is no rest for the weary though, as the one man demolition crew known as Mark O’Brian rises to his feet and spots Porno Lad stumbling around. Mark grabs the ailing Lad by the wrist and drags him into the short arm clothesline only to find his bicep ducked. Lad uses his momentum to carry him behind O’Brian, where the Mega-Face hoists him up into a modified back drop slam.

Porno Lad instantly lunges to his feet, bends down over the laid out O’Brian and swipes a palm in front of his own face.

Porno Lad: You can’t see me!

The former World Champion takes off into the ropes, ricochets off, does his own rendition of a shuffle then drops down fist first directly into Mark’s face.

Dollar: Of all the people Porno Lad could emulate, couldn’t he at least find someone with talent?

Porno Lad rises to his feet just in time to spot TPKid slipping into the ring. Kid charges in only to have Lad lunge from his knees into a shoulder tackle. Kid collapses to the canvas, scrambles to his feet and receives a second shoulder tackle take down. TPkid once again races to his feet and throws a right hand that is predictably ducked by Porno Lad in order to set up another of his five moves of doom.

He catches the small of Kid’s spine to his shoulder and then heaves him up for the modified back drop slam only to have his opponent twist his body in mid-air so that he transitions into a front chancery. TPKid then drops down onto his feet and heaves Porno Lad up….before dropping him right back down with a brainbuster.

Dollar: Brainbuster from TPKid might just be enough to get him some vengeance against the man who stole BMW away from him.

Susie: I couldn’t believe that happened last week.

Dollar: You weren’t the only one who was absolutely floored when BMW betrayed her man and joined the Harem.

TPKid doesn’t go for the cover….no….because that would be letting Porno Lad off easy. Instead he swings his hips and pulls Porno Lad around still trapped in the front chancery. Just as he gets to his feet and prepares to deliver another brainbuster DDT, Kordy comes rushing in to save her master only to be caught around the neck. It looks as if TPKid is about to deliver another DDT, downward spiral combination only to have his plans thwarted by a recovered Norah.

The silent Polly blasts TPKid between the shoulders with a forearm, which doubles him over and allows Kordy to take him around the neck. She drops to her knees, delivering a jaw breaker, but instead of letting her opponent’s chin bounce from the top of her head, she keeps it held in place. His face is as thus entirely exposed to the spinning back heel kick that Porno Lad delivers with a sickening thud right to TPKid’s lips.

The stiff strike sends Kid spiraling directly into Polly’s shoulders, who hoists him up then over into the GTS, her knee cracking him in the face. She then drapes cross Kid’s sternum and hooks the leg.

Dollar: Is this going to be enough?

The answer to that question is ‘nope.’ TPKid manages to avoid defeat by way of kicking out at two, prolonging the utter insanity that is this six person war….because it sure as hell isn’t a match.

Dollar: The tandem offense from the Harem still not enough to defeat TPKid. This guy is driven by rage and the pursuit of revenge against these three.

The moment that TPKid kicked out might be a moment he lives to regret. The very arm he launched from the canvas is caught by Kordy, who drops down at his side and applies the high angle armbar otherwise known as the Hello Kordy. At that precise moment Polly is dropping down into the heel hook, otherwise known as the Scene of the Crime, and Porno Lad is headed up top to deliver the double stomp, otherwise known as the…double stomp.

Dollar: Oh great, these three are about to deliver the very move they hit on Hurse a few weeks ago.

Susie: And obviously Hurse STILL hasn’t recuperated from it.

Porno Lad scales to the top in order to take prominence over his minions, basking in the allure of the spotlight and hearing cheers where there are deafening boos. But those very boos eventually change to cheers, because just before Porno Lad can potentially cripple TPKid, he finds himself being shoved by his rear end off the turnbuckle by Sophie.

The shove sends Lad flying across the ring and right down into the clutches of Sophie’s brother. Mark catches Lad on his shoulder, then drives him down with a spinebuster.

Susie: Total War preventing the Harem from cutting TPKid’s career short.

Promptly after delivering the spinebuster, Mark races towards TPKid and prevents him from submitting to this stereo submission. As he grabs Polly, Sophie grabs Kordy, and we’re right back where we started, with Total War and the ladies of the Harem mixing it up. All the while Porno Lad is rolling to the exterior of the ring, dropping down right over top of one of his Tag Team Title belts. He eagerly scoops it up and just in time to put it to use against the very man who has also rolled to the exterior of the ring. TPKid is doubled over and definitely feeling the effects of the Harem onslaught. He grips his shoulder and his ribs, bent over the baseball bat that he dropped in the middle of his ringside brawl.

Lad looks to take advantage, rushing across the mats and swinging his Championship right at Kid’s skull only to have the trailer park denizen side step the blow. The momentum of the missed cracking of TPKid’s skull causes Lad to go into a full swing. He pulls an about face, which brings him back around into the baseball bat that now cracks him directly in the ribcage.

Dollar: Porno Lad went to hit TPKid with the Title belt, but instead he got a gut full of baseball bat for his efforts.

Lad doubles over almost spitting out a lung while TPKid sizes up his skull for a shattering blow from the bat. He has the weapon hovering over Porno Lad’s skull, relishing this opportunity before drawing back to cave in his cranium.

And just as TPKid is about to exact some much needed revenge, and enact Porno Lad’s execution, BMW leaps onto her former flame’s back and digs her nails directly into his eye sockets.

Dollar: Ahhh…damn you, BMW!

Susie: Black Magic Woman saving Porno Lad from her vengeful ex.

Dollar: Just when it looked like Lad was finally going to get his comeuppance.

As TPKid spins across the mats with BMW hanging from his back and digging her press on nails deeper into his orbital sockets, Porno Lad employs this time wisely. He snatches up his other Tag Team Title belt, making sure they are BOTH in his possession before throwing them over his shoulders and doing what he does best, high-tailing it.

Dollar: Would you look at this? Porno Lad is running away from the ring AGAIN!

Susie: He’s been running away from TPKid for weeks now!

Dollar: Every time….every time we think we’re going to see TPKid FINALLY get his hands on Porno Lad…this weasel takes off running.

Yep…that’s precisely what said weasel is doing. Porno Lad scurries up the ramp like the rodent he is, and with the Tag Team Title belts in his possession. But this time, TPKid is not about to let him get off easy. Finally Kid manages to shrug BMW from his shoulders then go rushing up the ramp, nipping at Porno Lad’s heels.

Dollar: Not this time says TPKid, he’s after Porno Lad!

Susie: Just think what’s going to happen if he catches up to him.

Dollar: It’s not going to be pleasant.

The crowd anxiously watches TPKid closing in on Porno Lad only to see them pass through the curtains to the backstage area. Meanwhile the match between the Harem and Total War is still on going in the squared circle. Forearms connect with both Polly’s and Kordy’s jaw, Sophie having Price spiraling into one of the turnbuckles while Mark has Norah staggered in the center of the ring.

Sophie then gets a running start before delivering a spear into Kordy’s ribs, knocking the fight from her body and curling it around her shoulder. Sophie grabs Price by the neck and sits her up on the top of the turnbuckle before starting to scale to the top as well.

Meanwhile, Polly has managed to rake Mark’s eyes, turning him away from her. She then wedges a boot to his backside and employs her incredible leg strength to push him off into the nearby corner, the top of his head slamming against the middle turnbuckle pad.

Polly then turns around and spots Sophie climbing up the turnbuckle, and hooking both of Kordy’s arms for a butterfly superplex.

However, Polly puts an end to those plans, rushing in and throwing a forearm directly into Sophie’s kidneys. She then steps under her, putting Sophie in an electric chair drop position before backing across the ring. Kordy knows exactly what her partner is setting up for, standing up on the top rope and preparing to lunge off into a lariat. But first, she grinds her hips a few times and looks out towards the crowd.

Kordy: Ya luv it….ya so luv it.

This moment of hip gyration proves devastating, because it gives Sophie just enough time to slip off of Polly’s shoulders and land directly behind her. She then uses her leg strength to wedge a boot to Polly’s bottom and shove her directly into the turnbuckle. Norah crashes into Kordy’s feet and causes her to drop crotch first onto the corner, unleashing a howl of pain as a result.

Polly then spins around and in a rage rushes right at Sophie only to have O’Brian leap frog her, and as a result Norah’s momentum carries her right into a spear by Mark. And the spear is devastating enough to lift Polly almost out of her boots.

And with Polly down, there is no one to protect the poor defenseless Kordy, who sits on the turnbuckle plum for the pickings. Sophie approaches, steps up the turnbuckle to the top rope and hooks both arms, setting up for the butterfly superplex yet again. She drops back to a huge ovation from the crowd, only she crashes to the canvas with absolutely nothing to show for her efforts. Kordy manages to wrap her legs around the top rope, avoiding the suplex and causing Sophie to land on the canvas HARD across the back of her head.

Dollar: Yikes…Sophie landing right on her head after she TRIED to deliver the butterfly suplex.

In the vein of Porno Lad, Kordy takes to the air and delivers an absolutely devastating double stomp on Sophie. Every bit of air is driven out of O’Brian’s ribs by Kordelia, who then turns into a lateral press. Mark, who is still crouching over top of the laid out Polly, goes to crawl across the ring and help his partner only to have Norah reach up, place him in a front chancery and wrap her legs around his waist, preventing him from getting very far.

So there is no one to stop Ingelson as he makes his count.

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Dollar: You’ve got to be kidding me ref! You can’t let this happen.

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The crowd is absolutely enlivened with a flash of pure hostility.

Dollar: This is….this is….

Susie: Not very good?

Dollar: It’s downright friggin criminal is what it is.

Susie: And Homie don’t play that.

Dollar: As inconceivable as this is going to sound, the Harem have just managed to defeat Total War here tonight.

Mark finally manages to break from the holds of Polly but it is too late to be of any aid to his sister. He is so preoccupied with his rage he doesn’t even notice Norah crawling in behind him until a low blow has been delivered directly to his crotch.

Dollar: Haven’t these two done enough yet? Why must we be subjected any further to their antics?

Kordy then rushes across the ring and drives her hip directly into Mark’s temple, knocking him to the canvas. And immediately after dropping Mark, Kordy segues into what she has become infamous for, the twerk. While the twerking rages on, BMW lands boots to Sophie, inflicting a smuch punishment as she possibly can.

Susie: I think the Harem is out to help Porno Lad remove any teams that can rise up and challenge him for the Tag Team Titles.

And just as it seems that the Harem is about to do just that, the O’Brian’s find themselves aided by an unlikely source. Katelyn Buehler comes rolling into the ring with a steel chair in her grasp.

Dollar: What the hell is Buehler doing here!?!

Susie: She’s got crazier looking eyes than Nicki Minaj.

Dollar: I think someone’s a little upset about what happened at NewAge.

Rage over being screwed out of the World Championship by Rachel Foxx motivates Buehler to take her chair and without warning slam it directly into the twerking Kordy’s skull. Price was so obsessed with setting women back a thousand years she didn’t even see the chair coming, but damn sure felt the blunt impact. And she’s not the only one who feels it either. The moment Polly steps in to protect Kordy, she gets cracked in the ribs with the chair as well, then finds the steel smashing into her spine. BMW tries to take Buehler out with a big boot but Buehler ducks it, waits for her to turn around and then slams the chair with as much force as she can into her chin, the edge knocking her back into the ropes and then through them.

Dollar: Katelyn Buehler has gone crazier than Lady Gaga in a meat-suit.

Susie: She has went absolutely postal on both members of the Harem.

Dollar: I know she’s no fan of either of these ladies, Kordy especially, but I don’t even think she cares who it is she’s beating down with that chair,, as long as it’s somebody on the receiving end of her wrath.

Johnny might be right on the money with his speculation, evident when Alex Ingelson steps in to chastise Buehler only to end up receiving a chair right to the forehead.

Dollar: AHHHH, and now Buehler has just taken out the referee too!

Susie: That’s gonna hit her in the change-purse.

Dollar: Buehler is totally out of control tonight.

Thankfully Mark has aided Sophie to the exterior of the ring before either of the O’Brian’s can be caught in the middle of Buehler’s very own sharknado.

There’s only one person left who’s bones Buehler wishes to mash upon, and it’s the very individual she addresses by method of microphone. The chair falls to the canvas as Buehler’s tongue becomes her weapon.

Buehler: Taylor Chase….you have absolutely no idea how lucky you are to be married to the President….to have him tapping your ass….Because I swear on a stack of bibles, if he wasn’t protecting you, and he gave me my title match, I would be walking into Invictus as the World Heavyweight Champion.

This decree results in a split reaction from the crowd, some supportive, and others showing their loyaty to Taylor Chase.

Buehler: But that’s not gonna happen, because I’m not being given the World Title shot I FUCKING EARNED!

It takes every bit of will power to control her anger.

Buehler: You’re not to blame though, Tay….no….there’s someone else responsible for me not standing right here tonight with the World Title around my waist, and her name is Rachel Foxx.

There is no indecision displayed by the crowd when Rachel’s name is mentioned, the Suicide Queen eliciting sheer homicidal impulses from the masses.

Buehler: And if I’m not getting Taylor tonight, I’ll be more than happy to put my hands around YOUR throat, Rachel. So let’s stop delaying the inevitable. Ante up, bitch!

The microphone lowers and Buehler awaits the answer to her challenge.

Dollar: If Orlando challenging Legion to a match tonight wasn’t big enough, now we’ve got another impromptu challenge, Buehler versus Rachel Foxx.

Susie: All stemming from the fact that Foxx put that gavel in Buehler’s hand and got her disqualified when she was on the brink of winning the World Heavyweight Championship.

Rachel: You hate me….you really…really hate me!

Sally Field, Rachel Foxx is not. The Suicide Queen arrives on the stage in much the same fashion she did last week, flanked by the mask wearing members of the order dubbed the Pestilence.

Rachel: And I can understand why, Katelyn. If someone had ‘allegedly’ cost me the World Heavyweight Title, I’d be pretty pissed off too. So go ahead, vent, get it all off your chest until you feel better about yourself….

Buehler: The only thing that’s gonna make me feel better is THIS elbow….(slaps elbow)….connecting with YOUR face…(points to the smile on Rachel’s face).

Rachel: Is that so? But really, Katie, should you be upset with me, or should you be upset with the Black Crusade? It’s your association with them that has brought the wrath of the Sinistry down upon you. And if Legion really thought you could win the World Heavyweight Title, why did he lay Taylor Chase out before your match against her? I’ll tell you why, sweetie, it’s because Legion knows what we know, that you’re not capable of redemption, and that you can NEVER be the World Heavyweight Champ….

Buehler: Did I ask for your opinion on the Black Crusade….no….I didn’t….I asked you to get your ass in this ring and yet here I am still waiting.

Rachel: Sorry, but …if you want me in that ring, you’ve got to prove yourself talented enough to deserve my time.

Buehler: Rachel….if you don’t get in this ring….

Rachel: Not going to happen. Because in my view, you haven’t redeemed yourself…Your still that same clumsy girl who botches a move as simple as the Epic Fail.

Katelyn reacts with vile at the mention of the botch that cost her the World Title match against Taylor Chase several months ago.

Rachel: And it seems that no amount of training or preparation will ever put you in the league of ladies like myself and to a lesser extent, Taylor Chase. But I’ll tell you what, Buehler, I’m not above giving you an opportunity to prove me wrong. So how about tonight, I send Pestilence to that ring and we’ll have a 3 on 1 handicap match. If you win, you’ll have proven you got what it takes, and I’ll accept your challenge.

Buehler: That’s all well and good, Rachel, but you’re going to need a lot more than the Pestilence to keep me away from you tonight..

The microphone, like the chair thrown aside earlier, is dropped from Buehler’s hands, which ball into fists. She then crouches, knuckles on her knees and animalistic rage filling her eyes.

Dollar: Looks like we ARE going to have another impromptu match….as the Pestilence faces Katelyn Buehler three on one!

Susie: Is Katelyn totally out of her gord?

Dollar: We’re going to find out if she’s bitten off more than she can chew after the commercial brea……

Susie: Hold that thought, Johnny D, I have a voice in my headphones telling me there’s something going on backstage.

Dollar: Well, can we get some cameras back there already?

Without further prompting cameras cut to TPKid being subjected to a vicious barrage of stomps from Porno Lad. It’s clear that Porno Lad is as cowardly as he is conniving, managing to get the drop on the man who stalked him to the backstage area. Now TPKid finds himself in a defensive position, subjected to a lethal onslaught of stomps and forearms as he squirms across the floor.

Porno Lad: You….you ungrateful little prick. Who are you to turn down my rub….I could have made you…I could have transformed you into a somebody!

Just as TPKid’s fingers inch towards the baseball bat, Porno Lad delivers a swift kick right to his ribcage.

Porno Lad: I think not.

The ailing body of his rival is plucked from the concrete and to his feet, Porno Lad wedging a shoulder to TPKid’s ribs and powering him spine first into the wall.

Porno Lad: You really think you can get the best of me? I stand on a plateau high above everyone else in this industry…

A slap to the cheek is delivered to make sure TPKid is listening, but it’s going to take more than just a palm strike to pound this into him….That’s where a steel chair comes in handy…one currently in Lad’s palms.

Porno Lad: I’m head and shoulders above all the rest, and you…you’re just the greasy skid-mark in the underpants of this industry.

The chair swings with wig splitting strength, but ultimately it’s Porno Lad’s fingers that are crippled. TPKid’s head was the target, but the wall becomes the recipient of the strike….and sends shockwaves of pain rippling through Porno Lad’s hands. Yet somehow, even with fingers feeling like their stricken with arthritis, Lad manages to secure possession of the chair and go after the man who just eluded him. The steel rises above head and swings right, not into the wall and NOT into TPKid’s body, instead it connects with a baseball bat swung by his former tag team partner.

The chair goes flying and Porno Lad takes off fleeing, the bat wielding TPKid methodically following.

TPKid: Keep on running you little rat bastard….cause Kid’s GONNA KILL YOU!

EARLIER TONIGHT

When it was implied on NewAge that the wedding between P Clarence Whitman III and Lois Price would be airing live…well….they almost got it right…bless their hearts.

In some pre-recorded footage from earlier this evening, a profusely sweating Whitman is pacing the room reserved for the groom and his associates. His nerves are at an all-time here on the cusp of his wedding, one that is already running behind schedule. Clarence has yet to even stuff himself into his fancy tuxedo, waltzing the room in nothing but a robe. And the event finds itself further delayed when the door opens and….

Percival: The evening has long last arrived, my Boy.

Whitman absorbs the sight of his father entering the room, already bedecked in his lavish tuxedo.

Percival: I see the nerves are showing.

He observes the sweaty brow and clammy flesh.

Whitman: Erm…ah…uh….

Percival: Don’t worry, my Boy, all grooms are stricken with a case of ‘cold-feet.’

Whitman: But I’m wearing insulated socks.

Percival: I meant to say, that it’s alright to be worried, or a doubting Thomas….

Whitman: Ah yes….that biblical gentleman I’ve so exhaustively researched.

Percival: Ah…you’ve been reading the ‘good-book’ then?

Whitman: Well…ummm…actually I watched Tom Reese’s performance in the Greatest Story Ever Told….and it only took TWO glasses of delicious and rejuvenating brandy to give me the strength to make it through the entirety of the film.

Percival: All I’m trying to say is that you do not have to worry about being worried. It is all quite custom for a man in your position.

Whitman: Well, Father, it’s just that certain outside forces have conspired to put me at unrest.

Percival: Ah….I see. If this relates to your Mother, I won’t lie, she is still upset, but she’ll eventually come around. It shall just take some doing is all.

Whitman: I wish Mother would see how serious my affections for Lois are.,

Percival: She will, but at the moment she still believes you work in the pornographic industry, and that this lovely, and charming young girl you’re set to wed was discovered in a house of ill repute.

Whitman is aghast.

Whitman: But Lois is a good Christian woman, I thought Mother would….

Percival: Those harassing phone-calls she’s received at all hours of the night have….well….she’s here, let’s just….

Whitman: I really wish I knew who was sullying the upstanding reputation of my bride.

Percival: In spite of it all, your Mother is here, and she will be respectful. I’m sure that when she sees this wedding as a good traditional ceremony and not the ‘X-Rated romp’ she has been dreading, that she will be convinced Mrs. Prince is NOT a loose woman. And speaking of tradition, where is your morning coat?

The missing tuxedo is reference as Percival draws attention to the robe adorning his son.

Whitman: Ah…oh um…I required my suit to be taken in quite a bit…As I’ve lost some girth these past few weeks. So I sent along Uncle Robert to pick up my suit from the tailor.

Percival: Are you sure sending your Uncle on such an important mission was ‘wise.’

A knock comes at the door and of all the people Whitman wanted to see, Simon Cagero does not count himself amongst them.

Simon: P-WIGGY! Tonight’s the night!

What Whitman finds even more distressing is that a bagged tuxedo hangs over Cagero’s forearms.

Whitman: Mr. Cagero, I didn’t expect to….that is to say….ah…you were not invited.

Simon: Yeah, I’m crashing.

Whitman: Oh….um….well then….splendid?

Simon: Cut the crap, P-Wiggy. I know there’s not a lot of TRUST between us.

Whitman: Given your intentions to bed my….

Simon: That’s in the past, P-Wiggy. Tonight I’m here to support you and nothing more. And just to prove it, I took the honors of going to pick up your tuxedo myself, just to make sure your uncle didn’t mess things up….

Cagero makes a chugging motion with his hands then exudes an inebriated face, implying that Whitman’s uncle was sloshed.

Whitman: Oh, ah, yes, well thank you and all that.

The tuxedo is taken off of Simon’s arms.

Simon: You’re welcome. And nice choice in tuxes. When Lois sees you in that, she’s gonna be itching to shed that wedding dress and….

Whitman: HAVE YOU MET MY FATHER!?!

Cagero at last notices the stern Mr. Whitman II standing beside him.

Simon: HOLY FUCKS…so nice to meet you.

Instead of going in for a handshake, Cagero wraps his arms around Percival’s waist, dragging him into a hug. The elder has no idea how to react, save for a light pat on Simon’s bicep.

Simon: Though we’ve never met, I already feel like we’re family.

Percival: Oh…well…splendid then….But you say we’ve never met?

Simon: Not that I can recall.

Percival: Then why is it that your voice sounds so familiar?

Simon noticeably tenses and pulls away from the patriarch of the Whitman clan. At the same time he tries to change the cadence and tone of his voice.

Simon: I’ll see you guys out there.

He can’t get out of the room fast enough.

Percival: THESE are the types you consort with? If so, I would suggest we seat this friend of yours as far away from your dear Mother as possible.

Whitman: I assure you, Father, that I typically don’t befriend such ‘odd’ fellows.

Mr. Gaunt: Mr. Whitman, my dearest friend.

Clarence almost leaps into his father’s arms when he’s addressed by one of the three individuals standing behind him. Percival’s eyes don’t even know where to begin as they feast on the sight of Mr. Gaunt, carrying a vellum bound book of ancient origins, and the two who flank him….Silence and Mr. Hush.

Mr. Gaunt: The natives grow restless. Are we going to finish this ceremony before Riot begins tonight?

Whitman: We’ll be along the moment I’ve put on my tuxedo.

Mr. Gaunt: Splendid. But don’t doddle. Legion and I have plans for one Mrs. Chase this evening that cannot afford to be delayed.

Mr. Gaunt and company vacate the room but not until Silence offers some parting words.

Silence: Old father Long-Legs
Can’t say his prayers:
Take him by the left leg,
And throw him down the stairs.
And when he’s at the bottom,
Before he long has lain,
Take him by the right leg,
And throw him up again

Finally Silence follows her Black Crusade colleagues…leaving Whitman with quite a wealth of explanation.

Percival: Another friend of yours?

Whitman: Uh…erm….actually, that’s the minister.

Percival: Oh heavens….I would suggest then that we put your Mother in the back row.

There are times that Whitman wishes he wasn’t such an honest man, so determined to stick to his word, and this is obviously one of those moments. His earnest demeanor has put him in quite the perilous predicament, having no clue what to expect when Mr. Gaunt presides over his wedding to Lois. And another obstacle he did not expect to encounter presents itself once he removes the tuxedo from the plastic wrap and truly rests eyes upon it.

Whitman: Ah….well now.

Percival: THAT’S the suit you selected?

It’s obviously NOT, but Whitman refrains from confessing as much.

Percival: I wonder if your Mother would be amendable to wearing a blindfold.

KATELYN BUEHLER VS. THE PESTILENCE

Pestilence has surrounded the ring, trapping Katelyn Buehler within and cutting off any avenue of escape, yet she has absolutely no intention of fleeing.

Dollar: Well Whitman’s wedding not going according to his plans, and neither are Katelyn Buehler’s plans. She wanted Rachel Foxx but she’s actually facing off against the entire Pestilence instead.

Susie: She has to in order to get her match against Rachel Foxx. Either she beats these masked looney tunes in a three on one handicap match, or Foxx won’t agree to her challenge.

Dollar: Does Katelyn understand what she’s got herself into here? She’s battling three individuals who have had their minds warped and twisted by the soulless Ba’al.

Susie: It doesn’t matter to Buehler, she wants Rachel Foxx, the woman cost her the World Heavyweight Title.

The tension builds until the bell chimes and Buehler finds herself fending off the fists of Jessica Wilde. The woman adorned in an ashen version of Silence’s mask, attempts to catch Buehler from behind but instead finds her blows blocked. Katelyn responds with a big right hand of her own, knocking Wilde to the canvas. Katelyn then spins around just in time to duck a big boot from Executioner before taking off into the turnbuckle.

She leaps to the middle rope and springs off, showing her amazing growth as a wrestler by connecting with a twisting crossbody into the brute muscle behind the Pestilence. The powerhouse collapses to the canvas with Buehler rolling off of him just in time to spot Laymon coming in. But Katelyn manages to extend her legs, wrap them around Jacob’s inbound ankle and drop toe hold him skull first right into Executioner’s chest.

Buehler then stands up just as Wilde comes barreling in, only to catch her with a drop toe hold that sends her head plummeting into Executioner’s crotch.

Dollar: I didn’t see this coming, Katelyn actually holding her own against all three members of Pestilence.

Susie: She’s fired up Johnny, she’s pissed after what happened last week on NewAge.

Dollar: Emotions running wild all over the Manhattan Center tonight, and I’m sure things are going to get even MORE emotional when Gary Matt and Taylor Chase collide in the ring tonight.

Susie: Yeppers, cause Gary is gonna put his career on the line against Taylor tonight for the title.

Dollar: In a match that we have been anticipating ever since Gary betrayed Taylor several weeks ago. Who will ever forget Chase being dumped via the Brain Damage by her ex-husband? A move he may regret making when he collides with Tay tonight.

Someone else who would like to inflict some brain damage is the vengeful Buehler in the ring, and she might just accomplish her goal when she runs into the seated Executioner and plows her knee directly into his masked face. Executioner collapses to his back and Buehler spins in a circle to face the upright Laymon and Wilde. With urgency she steps in and snatches hold of both their heads, setting for a stereo DDT.

However, both opponents swing simultaneously out of her clutches and each seize hold of a different hand. They then whip Buehler off across the ring only to have Katelyn drop into a baseball slide under the cables in order to prevent ricocheting off of them and waltzing right into whatever destructive blow the Pestilence had in store for her. Though she may still suffer their wrath, as Laymon improvises, grabbing Wilde by the wrist and whipping her into the ropes to give her just the momentum she needs to launch herself through the cables into a diving headbutt…one that entirely misses a ducking Buehler. Wilde flies over her and crashes viciously into the mats.

Katelyn is rushing towards the ring, sliding right under the ropes and through the legs of an inbound Laymon. She then stands up behind Jacob, rushes across the ring and comes back in at the former General Manager turned Ba’al minion…And she does connect with him…or more accurately, with his hands. Laymon catches Buehler and throws her up into the air, resulting in her coming down ribs first right across the top rope.

Katelyn cries out in pain as she hangs over the cables, but only finds herself in this predicament for a few moments because Jacob is now rushing across the apron at her side and launching a knee into her temple. The stiff strike knocks Buehler back into the ring, rolling to the center where Executioner is right on top of her previously fractured hand.

He stretches her hand out over the canvas and then leaps into the air, dropping knee first directly into her palm.

Dollar: No…not the hand…not the hand!

Susie: The very hand that was presumably broken at Last Stand thanks to that disgusting attack with the gavel.

In spite of her toughness and superior resiliency, Buehler finds herself curled around her hand, screaming in agony.

Dollar: I think they took that protective hand brace off of Buehler WAY too soon.

Executioner grabs Buehler’s arm and forces it up into the air before swinging the back of her knuckles down hard into the canvas. The collision with the ring results in a piercing roar from Buehler, who sits up and draws her hand to her stomach. She tries to protect her wounded limb, but Laymon isn’t about to let it happen. He grabs her hand, bends it over backwards into an overhead wrist lock and then drags her bent arm down to the canvas. Buehler lies on her spine with her folded arm out to her side just as Jacob leaps into the air and stomps down on the back of her elbow, driving her fist gruesomely into the canvas. Buehler’s face twists into a picture of absolute agony and try as she may to protect her hand, Pestilence isn’t letting it happen.

Buehler finds her hand extended across the canvas and held in place by the plus sized boot of Executioner while Laymon drops to his knees and begins to squeeze and twist her fingers in angles no fingers should EVER be bent in.

Dollar: This is sick….these three are trying to do nothing but mangle that hand,

Susie: And it’s obviously not healed right considering Buehler has been wrestling with a broken hand instead of sitting at home and giving it time to recuperate.

And Buehler’s hand will never recuperate at this rate considering that Laymon is bending one of her fingers over backwards, TRYING to snap it. Just before Buehler’s hand can be irreparably repaired, she manages to reach out with her free palm, wedge it to the back of the foot pinning her arm in place and push it forward so that Executioner’s boot connects right with Laymon’s face.

The kick does TWO things, it saves Buehler’s hand and punishes Laymon for even thinking he’d get away with destroying it.

Katelyn tries to put some separation between herself and the Pestilence, but fails even when she rolls to the exterior of the ring. The moment she lands on the mats, in comes Wilde, diving at Buehler’s hand. But like a matador, Buehler manages to pull it back and out of the way, causing Jessica to go flying face first into the steel steps beside her.

Jessica’s face crashes hard against the stairs and her body goes limp as a result. But in the process of Katelyn raising her hand up and out of the way, Executioner manages to snatch hold of it, reaching over the cables and squeezing her fingers. Katelyn’s grimace can’t be any more pronounced as the grip on her fingers is used to pull her up and onto the apron. And just as Buehler lands on her feet she leaves them, dropping to her back and launching her leg into the air, a boot connecting with the side of Executioner’s face.

Dollar: And good God, even with all this damage being inflicted on Buehler’s hand, she is STILL dominating the Pestilence.

Susie: Which is bringing her so much closer to a match against Rachel Foxx. All she has to do is put the Pestilence away.

Dollar: I know we’ve talked about it before, but it bares repeatedly, Buehler has come such a long way over the past few months….Her loss against Taylor Chase has motivated her to become one of the finest female wrestlers on this roster.

The athletic Buehler rolls back into the ring and then goes rushing up behind Executioner only to be side stepped as the big man catches her under his arm. He heaves her into the air for a big side slam only to have Katelyn shock the world by flipping up and over his shoulder. She then lands right behind Executioner just as the goliath swings around into a lariat….a lariat ducked by Buehler.

No…she didn’t just duck….she dropped into a forward roll right towards the waiting Laymon.

Jacob is crouched in anticipation of catching Buehler, but only catches her elbow, cause Buehler rolls directly to her feet and the momentum is used to send her body spiraling into the roaring elbow. The KTFO connects with enough force to send Jacob spilling through the cables to the mats.

Dollar: KTFO! KTFO!!

Susie: But Laymon fell out of the ring, meaning no pinsies!

The opportunity to celebrate the KTFO is short lived, because Executioner instantly grabs Katelyn’s damaged hand and uses it to spin her around. Buehler once again turns momentum in her favor by spinning around and instantly connecting with ANOTHER KTFO….one so powerful that it actually puts down a seven footer.

Dollar: A SECOND KTFO…

Susie: NOOO SECOND KTFO.

What Susie says rings true, cause Buehler spins around right into the waiting hand of Executioner, caught by the throat.

Dollar: Oh no….Executioner has got Buehler, he’s going to chokeslam her straight to h-e-double hockey sticks.

Susie: No match against Fox after all.

Malice oozes even through the mask on Executioner’s face, as he prepares to finally douse the flames of passion burning within Buehler. He heaves her into the air and is on the verge of finishing her off when Buehler suddenly twists her body in mid-air, catching him around the waist with her legs then dropping into a forward roll. She pulls Executioner right down, seated on his chest and holding down the creases of his knees.

Dollar: Counter…COUNTER into the roll-up!

Referee Michelle Blacker, drops into position and slaps the canvas to a reaction that rattles the Manhattan Center to its very foundation.

1

Dollar: Katelyn is going on to face Rachel Foxx….she’s about to have her one on one match.

2

And Michelle’s hand hits the canvas for the three.

Dollar: Buehler has done it…she has done it…she is going to Invictus…she is facing Rachel Foxx!

Susie: I think she just proved that she IS in the league of the Suicide Queen by defeating all three members of Pestilence on her own.

Buehler rolls to her knees, feeding off the adrenaline that surges through the audience, prompting her to extend her hands and swing one of the sides of her fist down into the canvas. The other hand, the wounded one, hits as well…or more accurately IS hit by a steel chair slapping down directly into her knuckles.

Dollar: AAAAH!

Immediately after crushing Buehler’s hand with the steel chair, that very same masked menace who has been so instrumental in aiding Ba’al in recent weeks steps back admiring the fruits of his labors.

Dollar: A VILE shot from the chair! That very same mysterious individual who pulled Ba’al out of the cage last week, now cracking Buehler’s knuckles mere seconds after the match has concluded.

Susie: Which begs the question, does my hair look cute in pigtails?

Dollar: I think the bigger question it raises is, WHO, who in the hell is this guy? And what is his association to the Sinistry?

The sound of the bell chiming is drowned out by Katelyn’s bone chilling screams. She flips to her back and holds her hand out above her, the knuckle swelling and the fingers turning purple. The chair is then tossed to the canvas by the enigmatic soul who used it to such bone chilling and bone shattering results. He then rolls out of the ring and allows the Pestilence to do the Sinistry’s bidding.

Damage has been inflicted….but not enough. A recovered Laymon enters the ring and makes use of the chair, combining it with the obviously re-broken hand of Buehler.

In spite of Buehler’s trashing and slaps directed at Jacob’s arms, Laymon is able to successfully sandwich her injured fingers in the chair. He then stands on top of the chair in order to keep Buehler’s hand pinned in place. Why? To keep it positioned for the lady climbing the nearby turnbuckle….Wilde is only up top for a second before she comes flying from the corner into a frog splash directly into the chair.

Fractured bones almost explode through the purple and swollen flesh of Buehler’s hand.

Dollar: NOOO! Oh GOD NO!!

Susie: FROG SPLASH onto Buehler’s hand!

Dollar: This is enough…this is enough dammit…Sinistry call off your dogs…

Susie: These animals obviously aim to please their masters.

Cringes consume every face in attendance, the crowd finding the sight of Buehler’s injured hand and the sound of her harrowing screams to be too hard to bare.

Dollar: Get medical help out here for Buehler….get it out here now!

But it isn’t medical help that shows up….it’s Rachel Foxx.

Rachel: Congratulations, Katelyn…

The last person that Buehler would want to see right now is the very lady crouched right over her face. The Suicide Queen has slithered under the ropes and across the ring so that her eyes are directly in front of Katelyn’s widened pupils.

Rachel: You WIN….

If there was any force that could compel Buehler to push past the trauma inflicted on her hand, it would be her desire to rip the very smile from Rachel’s face.

Rachel: So you WILL get your hands….sorry…your HAND on me….but it won’t be tonight….

If only Katelyn wasn’t in such crippling agony…if only.

Rachel: Because our collision will be at Invictus.

Her finger ascends towards the giant Invictus banner hanging from the rafters.

Rachel: Where the fans will not see your redemption, they will all bear witness to your execution.

The coin that decides the fate of so many sits in the palm of Stuart Wright….

Wright: You two understand how this is going to work, right?

Andre Jordan and Tabitha Silverstone are too focused on the coin in the referee’s hand to acknowledge the question.

Andre: Erm…yeah, I think a chimp could figure this one out.

Gavin Taylor: Then Tabitha, take your client’s hand and explain it to him.

The coin is no longer Andre’s focus, it’s the arrogance exuded from the trio of individuals who have just stepped into the room. Andre is no longer interested in the flipping of a coin, intent now on tossing the members of Chase Global into the air and not caring if they come down on their heads or tails. A pre-emptive move is made by Tabitha to hold her client’s fists back from the grins of Gavin Taylor, Kyle Black, and their agent, Adam Chase.

Tabitha: You’re late.

Chase: No, we’re FASHIONABLY late, there’s a difference, little lady.

Gavin: Besides, we were a tad busy gettin’ it done.

Chase: In other words we had some last minute business dealings to handle.

Andre: The only business you guys need to worry about, is the business end of my fist…

Chase: Tighten the leash on your client!

Adam and Tabitha simultaneously hold apart the respective members of their agencies.

Stuart: Gentlemen, gentlemen PLEASE! There is to be no physicality throughout this coin tossing ceremony, all parties agreed to that!

Reminds Wright.

Stuart: We came here to flip this coin and decide who’s going to be the first challenger for the Evolution Championship tonight…nothing more.

Gavin: And it’s gonna be me….cause luck is always on my side, just like a certain little spunky lucha lady.

The dig at Gavin’s association with Andre’s ‘friend’ Alana, has Jordan gnawing his lower lip.

Stuart: Lucha lady ya say…..No…no…

Wright tries to focus in spite of even the slightest mention of a woman.

Stuart:…let’s focus here. Just so there is no miscommunications, this is how it’s going to work. As you know all members of the Blacklist are collectively the Evolution Champion, with Aaron Harrison AND Mika Kozlov stepping up to agree to defend the bet on their stable’s behalf. So I flip this coin and whomever calls it will have the first opportunity to challenge for the Evolution Championship….and if they are victorious, the runner-up will then go on to challenge the Blacklist for the number one contendership at the Evolution Championship….

Gavin: Yeah-yeah-yeah, we get it all already, just flip the damn coin.

Stuart: BUUUUT….

Wright won’t go on until he has finished.

Stuart: If the first challenger fails to win the Evolution Championship, then the runner up will face the Blacklist for the title….

Black: Just flip the FUCKING COIN!

Stuart: Fine….who wants to call it?

The members of Chase Global discuss this amongst themselves.

Andre: Heads.

And that consultation ends when Gavin tries to lunge at Jordan for taking his opportunity to call the coin toss.

Gavin: You BITCH!

Black: Wait-wait-wait, I think we should do a coin toss to decide who gets to call the coin toss.

Tabitha: That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life. And I say that even after reading Adam Chase’s tweets.

Andre: Just cool it guys….

In spite of being in such close proximity to the men who have tried to make his life miserable, Andre keeps his calm.

Andre: If you want to call it….

His finger extends and embeds against Gavin’s chest.

Andre: By all means.

The finger is slapped away.

Gavin: As if there was ever any other option.

Stuart: So what’ll it be.

Just before Gavin can blurt out an answer, Adam cups hands around Taylor’s ear and whispers to his client.

Gavin: I call HEADS.

Andre: Funny, cause that’s just what I’m about to crack.

Stuart: Keep it civil gentlemen.

The item that has captured everyone’s focus is flipped through the air with the coin tumbling to the carpet….landing head’s side up.

Gavin: YES! YEEESS!

Kyle: SWWWWEEEET!

The pair already celebrate like Gavin has won the Evolution Championship.

Kyle: Boy Andre, your life really is one big steaming pile. You lose Alana, you lose the coin toss, you’re gonna lose to the Blacklist, and most important of all, you lost my friendship.

Andre: It looks like you’ve LOST your damned mind…especially if you’re teaming with these…..

Chase:….WINNERS….

Andre is cut off before he can make any incriminating accusations.

Chase: Unlike Tabitha Silverstone, those are the only types of clients I surround myself with. And that’ll be proven tonight when Gavin captures the Evolution Championship….

Kyle: OOOOWNNNED!

Gavin doesn’t have to say anything, as his associates have taken the words right out of his mouth. All Taylor has left to do is stare down Andre, the tension so incredibly thick between the two.

Stuart: Remember gentlemen, no physicality.

Gavin steps out of the room, chatting it up with Kyle while Adam stays behind to do his own chatting, with the official.

Chase: Brilliant work as always, Wright.

MOMENTS AGO

Instantly upon returning from break, we’re reminded of the grim scene that played out in the ring mere seconds earlier.

Dollar: Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves, we’ve got to warn you, what you’re about to see is NOT for the faint of heart.

Susie: This was all kinds of McNasty.

Katelyn Buehler, after putting in an amazing effort against THREE opponents, actually finds herself on the brink of defeating the Pestilence in a handicap match.

Dollar: Directly before the break, Katelyn Buehler was told that if she wants a one on one match against Rachel Foxx, she’d have to defeat all three members of the Pestilence at the same time.

Susie: And….are you all sitting down for this….we’ll give you a moment to find something to sit on…I prefer bean-bag chairs myself. You sink into them like they’re a giant marshmallow.

Dollar: Right. After knocking Laymon out with the KTFO, Buehler managed to score a SHOCKING roll up on Executioner…but the story doesn’t end there…

Susie: It’s just like the NeverEnding Story, only with less traumatic images of drowning horses.

Dollar:…then THIS happened.

If it’s not bad enough that Buehler’s hand is smashed with a steel chair swung by a member of the Pestilence, things only get worse for the aspiring World Champion. Shortly after taking a shot on the back of her knuckles, Katelyn finds her hand sandwiched in the very chair that just caused her such agony. And then Jessica Wilde delivers what might be the single most disgusting frog splash, nailing the chair and crushing the hand trapped inside.

Dollar: The Pestilence destroyed Buehler’s previously injured hand.

Susie: And then Rachel Foxx made this revelation.

Rachel kneels over Buehler, holding up her hair and laughing menacingly in her face before announcing her intentions to battle Katelyn at Invictus.

Dollar: If Buehler can still go, she’ll have her chance at Rachel Foxx, and that chance will come at Invictus.

AARON HARRISON © vs. GAVIN TAYLOR:
EVOLUTION CHAMPIONSHIP

The camera is fixated on the sinister Robert planted at ringside in a referee jersey that is FAR too tight on his rotund frame.

Dollar: Buehler’s bout against the Pestilence came to a rocky finish and things are only going to get rockier now that this unpredictable Robert is at ringside to ENFORCE the Evolution Title match slated to happen next.

Susie: The match shouldn’t even happen, the camera should just stay fixed on Robert the rest of the night.

Dollar: I have no idea why ANYONE would think he’d make a suitable enforcer for this match given his recent issues with Chase Global and Silverstone Inc.

Susie: I assure you, Robert is a consummate professional, unless you do something to his ham….then the gloves are off.

BEFORE THE BREAK

Stuart Wright is caught in a very tense situation, the meat in a Chase Global, Silverstone Inc. sandwich. In spite of the hostility between both agencies and their clients, their issues are put on the back burner, so they can all fixate on the coin in the official’s fingers.

Dollar: We learned via the official IWC website that there will be TWO Evolution Title matches tonight, so a coin toss was held to determine rather it would be Andre Jordan OR Gavin Taylor who get the first crack at the title.

Heads is called and the coin is flipped through the air. Landing in favor of Taylor. A pre match celebration is had by Taylor, Black and Chase.

Dollar: And Gavin Taylor won the opportunity to be the first challenger for the Evolution Championship. If he wins, then Andre will have to face the Blacklist’s Mika Kozlov for the number one contendership at the belt.

Susie: Things going good for Gavin Taylor tonight, but will they continue to go-go his way when he faces Aaron Harrison up next?

Cameras return to find Robert scowling towards the ramp in anticipation of the challenger’s arrival.

The lights around the arena begin to flicker as “Whoa Is Me” by Down With Webster starts to play over the arena.

Whoa is me
I’m so whoa
See me decked out from my head to my toe
Whoa is me
I’m so whoa
Everywhere I go I’m a one man show

And the song continues…

Alongside the entrance ramp, an all-black Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren, top down, is driven out. The crowd boos as “All Star” Gavin Taylor steps out from the drivers’ side of the car. As he pulls himself onto the hood of the car, posing with his arms outstretched, the chorus of the song plays.

Say whoa (whoa)
The more I feel it whoa (whoa)
The more I need it whoa (whoa)
You say whoa
Whoa is me
I’m so whoa

Gavin hops off the hood of the car and gets to the ramp itself, walking down towards the ramp with swagger. He smirks as he gets to the ring. Pulling himself to the apron, he hangs out off the ring while holding onto the top rope.

The song continues…

I cheated to get what I got
Stepped all over you self for my spot
I bet you I’m winning, I bet that you’re not
I bet you don’t see me, I bet you get caught

Gavin pulls himself through the ropes and steps onto the second ropes on the opposite side of the ring from the ramp. He opens his jersey, sliding it off his shoulders as he stretches his arms out.

Turning around, he bounces back off the ropes as he watches for his opponent.

Dollar: Gavin has been pushing for this title match for ages, and now he’s finally got it.

Susie: He might have Adam Chase in his corner, but erm…Adam Chase is NO Blacklist, and you just know we’re going to see the entirety of that group here at ringside.

Dollar: And there’s a very good reason for that, considering the Blacklist has placed a stipulation on their title defenses that ANY member of their group can defend the title at any time. Meaning if Harrison gets in trouble here tonight, then Lukas, or Gary, or Mika could replace him.

Susie: Oh how dastardly.

Dollar: But if anyone can overcome even those type of obstacles, it would be the equally as conniving Gavin Taylor….the winner of the coin toss earlier tonight. This guy has been lobbying for an Evolution Title match even as far back as three months ago….

Susie: Really?

Dollar: Yeah, don’t you remember when he tried to pry the title off of Frankie Paradise’s waist?

Susie: I don’t even remember what I had for breakfast…I want to say, Cheesey Whip

Already Gavin is celebrating, and the match hasn’t even commenced yet. He stands on a corner and pantomimes having a championship across his waist.

Adam is bickering with Stuart Wright in the corner, but the conversation doesn’t seem to have ANYTHING to do with his officiating. The coin in Wright’s fingers is referenced, with Chase insisting that he put it away. Adam then groans, lifts his phone from his pocket and sends Wright a text message. An eager Wright checks his phone and almost faints at the images of some scantily clad beauties he’s just received. It appears almost as if Chase is bribing Wright with pictures of some of Adam’s aspiring ingénues, all to coerce him into hiding the coin that decided the order of the title bouts this evening.

MONSTER

The reaction from the crowd is indescribable. Never before has any man registered such epic levels of heat, and Aaron Harrison would probably consider this quite the accomplishment. Somehow the hatred gets even louder once Aaron steps through the curtains with his shoulder weighed heavy by the Evolution Championship. Behind him strolls Lukas Montgomery and Mika Kozlov….Gary Matt presumably preparing for the biggest match of his career at the moment. Aaron and company proceed towards the ring ignoring the hailstorm of hate directed towards them. But one person he will NOT ignore is Robert, stopping at the end of the ramp and overlooking the man stuffed into an entirely too tight referee jersey. Robert is already offering a series of threats directed at the Blacklist should any of them attempt to make his list.

Dollar: Aaron Harrison stepping up to the plate to defend the title on his family’s behalf. But you know his mind HAS to be a thousand miles away right now.

Susie: He’s probably thinking about the Hell in a Cell match at Invictus.

Dollar: And it’s a thought in the back of all our minds. We learned on the last Riot that Orlando HAS accepted the challenge of the Blacklist for a Hell in a Cell match at Invictus….but we then found out at NewAge that Cruze has to find himself two partners for that bout.

Susie: Who’s crazy enough to step up on behalf of Team Icon?

Dollar: Sadly, everyone who HAS, such as Shaun Cruze, have been taken out by the Blacklist. Which kinda dissuades anyone else from wanting to volunteer their services.

Susie: I’d volunteer, but I don’t want to leave my piggybank unintended at ringside, I don’t trust that time keeper….he looks like a scallywag.

Enough about piggy-banks and Hell in a Cells, the Evolution Title takes prominence, and Robert ensures as much. Once Harrison has stopped focusing on Robert, he directs his attention to defending the gold. He slides into the ring and Wright, who is fixated on the images sent to him via text message, uses his free hand to signal for the bell.

Harrison and Gavin take the predictable route to starting this match, the two circling and sizing one another up. However, Harrison’s attention span is very short, given that his focus again shifts to Robert at ringside, or more accurately, Robert’s antics. The big man has stepped towards Mika and Lukas, insisting the two stay away from the ring.

As Aaron steps to the ropes and shouts over them, claiming that Robert is in violation of the stipulation the Blacklist has placed on the Evolution Title, Harrison finds his argument cut even shorter than his attention span. Gavin rushes up behind him, takes Aaron’s arms and drags him down into a backslide.

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A surprised Harrison kicks out just before three count.

Dollar: Gavin tried to catch him with the roll-up, but…WAIT…it might be Taylor who ends up getting caught.

Right after kicking out, Harrison rolls over backwards and lands on his knees, reaching out and hooking both of a kneeling Taylor’s arms. He stands up and begins to heave Gavin into the air for the double underhook piledriver.

Susie: We saw him deliver this move on Christian Savior at NewAge…could he finish Gavin off with it?

Dollar: That was definitely a stunning sight when the Blacklist laid out Christian Savior on NewAge with a double underhook driver on the steel steps. It may very well have destroyed Savior, but it also might just end Gavin’s title ambitions.

But it doesn’t, cause Gavin manages to shift his weight and come back down to his feet. He then drops back and delivers almost a modification of the Northern Lights bridging suplex. Aaron maintains the double underhook even while being flipped over to his back and being pinned.

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Aaron rolls over to his side, getting his shoulders up and putting his feet on the canvas. At the same time he drags Gavin up and has him still trapped in the butterfly lock, a set up for the Hybrid Theory. This time Gavin manages to save himself by using his strength to power Harrison backwards across the ring and drive his spine into the turnbuckle.

Harrison’s clasp is broken and his arms fall over the ropes as Taylor steps back then gets a running start into a big lariat. The bicep drills Aaron in the throat, and now Gavin places him in a side headlock, rushing out of the corner to deliver the bulldog.

Aaron’s face crashes into the canvas, and results in his body flopping over to his back.

The bulldog is only a precursor to what Gavin has in store next, putting some distance between he and Harrison as he sets up for the All Star Maker. The shining wizard is mere moments from finishing Harrison off and bringing the Evolution Title to Chase Global.

He gets a big running start for the wizard only to have his move possess the power of Ron Weasely’s broken wand. Harrison catches the shin traveling towards his face and leaps to his feet. He then uses this grip on the leg to roll Gavin to his stomach and attempt to apply the No More Words.

Dollar: We’re about to see the very submission hold that made Hurse submit at Awakening.

Will it do the trick on Gavin, presumably not, because Taylor manages to roll to his back, wedge his feet to Harrison’s stomach and kick him off. Aaron goes spilling not only into the ropes but through them to the apron.

Aaron catches himself from going down to the mats, but he probably would have been better off taking that tumble, because the moment he starts to slide back into the ring, Gavin rushes in and catches him around the neck. Taylor slides Harrison through the cables and places him in position for the Cubic Zirconium Cutter.

He got a bit too overzealous though, as he pulls Harrison all the way through the ropes instead of letting his ankles dangle over the middle cable.

And there will be ramifications for Taylor’s mis-calculation. The moment Harrison’s feet fall off the middle rope, his chin also slides off of Gavin’s shoulder and he catches Taylor by the waistband on the way down. The Challenger is rolled back into a school boy.

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And that’s it….meaning, a two count is all Harrison manages to procure from his roll up.

Gavin rolls back to his knees just as Harrison stands up and rushes in to put his knee to a different use driving it into Taylor’s face. But Gavin reaches out and grabs Aaron’s waist-band, countering by dropping back and throwing him into the turnbuckle.

Aaron turns and falls against the corner while Gavin rolls forward to the center of the ring, turning around and rushing in with a big lariat. He connects before placing Harrison in a side headlock, rushing out of the corner into the bulldog.

The two reach the center of the ring and Gavin begins to leap into the air only to have Harrison plant his feet and push up on the small of Taylor’s back, sending him flipping up and over his shoulder. Taylor lands on his feet behind the New Breed then swings his arm as he rushes into the cables, gearing up for the Real Men Use Lariats. He ricochets off and comes back in at Harrison, throwing his arm into the throat and perhaps securing the Evolution Championship.

But the arm instead connects with Harrison’s boot as he delivers a yakuza kick directly to the inbound bicep. Gavin turns away and doubles over his arm, exposing his back to Harrison, who catches him by the back of the pants and head, charging him across the ring then throwing his shoulder right into the turnbuckle.

Gavin’s arm takes much of the impact with the corner, causing his face to twist into a picture of anguish.

Dollar: Taylor thought he was closing in on the Evolution Title, but instead his arm received that yakuza kick.

Susie: And now we’re gonna see Aaron work that arm over.

This was only the first big kick on tap for Gavin though, as Aaron rushes across the ring and delivers a SECOND yakuza kick, nailing Taylor in the jaw as opposed to his bicep. The stiff shot has Gavin almost losing his footing, but Harrison holds him up in order to apply a side headlock, rushing out of the corner into a bulldog of his own.

Just then Gavin shoves him off though, sending Harrison staggering to the center of the ring. He then turns right into Gavin’s Real Men Use Lariats. Taylor summons the strength to rush in for the devastating clothesline but finds his whole body weakened as his arm is caught, Harrison hooking the crease of his inbound elbow. He pulls it around and twists Gavin’s entire body into a swinging neck-breaker.

The back of Gavin’s head hits the canvas with a thud…..but a thud isn’t as appeasing as the sound of a crack….and now Harrison becomes consumed with hearing just that, the snapping of bones. He grabs Gavin around the jaw, drags him to his feet, pulls him around and delivers a second reverse neck-breaker. He then grabs Taylor around the head, pulls him up to his feet, drags him around and delivers a third reverse neck-breaker.

But he’s still hearing thuds…not cracks. Actually, what he’s hearing now are the shouts of Lukas Montgomery, and Robert barking right back.

Robert and Lukas continue to go at it while Mika discreetly slips past and begins to climb up onto the apron, now willing to enter the match on Aaron’s behalf.

Dollar: It looks like we’re going to get one of those switcheroos we mentioned a few moments ago.

Susie: Mika is going to give Aaron a rest period.

Harrison acknowledges Mika’s request and is just about to vacate the ring before screaming towards Kozlov…screaming a word of warning. Kyle Black has rushed down the ramp and blasted Montgomery to the upper back, knocking him into Robert. Both men hit the mats while Black hits the ring, where he grabs Kozlov by the ankle, pulling on it until she loses her footing and crashes down face first into the apron.

Dollar: Hey! Kyle Black…Kyle Black….the newest member of Chase Global has just taken out Mika Kozlov.

Susie: Payback for Mika costing Kyle his match against Savage on NewAge.

A pompous grin consumes Kyle’s face as he just doesn’t put her down physical, but puts her down verbally.

Black: You should feel privileged that my beautiful hands would ever touch a woman like you.

And that’s just when ANOTHER set of hands extend through the ropes…hands nowhere near as gorgeous as Kyle’s, and belonging to Aaron Harrison. The intense Blacklist member digs his claws into Kyle’s nostrils and eyeballs, trying to use any orifice whatsoever to facilitate pulling Black into the ring. Yet Gavin saves his newest colleague. Aaron steps through the ropes onto the apron and is hunched forward throwing right hands down into Kyle’s forehead….when Gavin suddenly catches Harrison by the wrist. He drags on it and pulls Aaron through the cables until his ankles are draped over the middle cable and his neck is almost CRACKED via the Cubic Zirconium Cutter.

Dollar: The cutter connects….We could be on the verge of seeing a NEW Evolution Champion.

Susie: And Gavin owes Kyle a big fat wet kiss….HAWT!

In spite of the pain coursing through his neck, Gavin manages to push past it to crawl onto Harrison, hooking both of his legs.

Dollar: This COULD be it…this COULD be the moment Gavin has been waiting for.

The fans rise in anticipation of seeing a title change. If ever there was a time that ANYONE would take the Evolution Title away from the Blacklist, it would be right here, and it would be right now. All the stars are aligned, the fates have conspired and now Wright is the one who decides if Gavin is to walk away champion, or with nothing. The official puts away the phone featuring so many scantily clad women, and then falls to the canvas and makes the count.

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It seems Gavin is about to become champion…but appearances, they are deceiving. Aaron launches a shoulder from the canvas just in time to keep the Evolution Title in the Blacklist camp.

Gavin sits up and mouths the words ‘mother-fucker,’ frustrations starting to get the better of him. Yet Taylor’s determination never falters, backing up across the ring and planting his feet as he waits to deliver the All-Star Maker. Aaron slowly begins to regain his senses, while Kyle sits on the apron beside him, shouting discouraging comments through the ropes.

But Robert, ever the stickler for the rules, intervenes. He steps in and grabs Black by the waistband, dragging him down off of the apron and spinning Kyle around, shouting into his face.

Robert: Leave this ring post haste or suffer the wrath of the Mnooses.

Gavin was in mid-stride to deliver the All-Star Maker but stops when he sees Robert ducking a right hand from Kyle.

Black then spins around and walks right into a big running belly splash from Robert that puts Kyle on his back. An irate Gavin shouts over the cables at the ringside enforcer who has clearly overstepped his boundaries. But in the process he’s turned his back on Aaron….perhaps the most foolish move of his entire career.

The moment he turns back to Aaron he finds a boot connecting with his ribs and both of his arms being hooked. The fans react with deflating lungs once Harrison heaves Gavin up into the air then drops him directly on the back of his skull with the Hybrid Theory.

Dollar; Hybrid Theory connecting….Just when we thought Montgomery was destined to become the Evolution Champion, it now appears the Blacklist are going to retain the title.

Susie: And it’s all thanks to Robert.

Dollar: Who tried his best to be an effective ringside enforcer, but there are just too many moving pieces for him to keep track of.

Wright drops into position to make the count amidst an outcry from the crowd. But their fears are unnecessary considering that the cadence of Wright’s count is incredibly slow in comparison to the one he made when Gavin was in the dominant position.

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NOT HAPPENING….because Chase reaches into the ring, grabs his client’s foot and places it over the bottom rope. Wright’s attention is drawn to it and as thus the match proceeds.

The official might not have noticed Chase’s interference, but Robert sure as hell did, and he’s not allowing this treachery to go unpunished. He approaches Chase and takes the collar of the agent into both hands, thrashing him about like a British nanny.

It seems Robert is going to channel the power of the Mnooses to eviscerate Chase, while inside of the ring Harrison channels his sadism to finish off Gavin.

And said sadism extends to the submission that has mangled so many bodies throughout Harrison’s career. He grabs Gavin’s ankle and drags him to the center of the ring before setting Taylor in position for the No More Words. He just begins to get the legs locked into place…but it might not matter considering that Stuart Wright is presently distracted by the threats being made against Chase by the aggressive Robert.

Wright, though he has no power to wield over the enforcer, sticks his head through the ropes and offers a verbal warning to Robert. Yet said warning only results in a predictable response from Robert, more anger…and now said anger is directed at Wright as well. Robert reaches up and grabs Wright’s shirt, dragging him half way through the ropes towards the mats below.

Robert: What sinister plot have the two of you hatched? I smell collusion thick in the air, almost as easy as I smell ham buried deep within a parsley patch.

The suspicious Robert’s eyes veer between the two men in his clutches.

Dollar: Does Robert believe there’s some kind of scheme between Chase and Stuart Wright?

Susie: It’s not like Wright hasn’t been influenced by others in the past.

Dollar: Is there anyone on this roster who is even SLIGHTLY professional.

Susie: Of course there is, her name is Susie Moore.

Dollar: Well Robert is about to get to the bottom of…..HEY LOOK!!

Susie: Where…WHERE!?!

To a reaction that has seismographs going haywire, Nathan Creed lunges over the barricade and to the ringside mats. Before anyone in the ring can pick up on the fans’ response, Creed is already in the ring and already capitalizing on Harrison’s preoccupation with applying the No More Words on Taylor.

Dollar: Creed!

Susie: The rock band?

Dollar: No…Nathan Creed…he’s here!

There’s an old saying that turn-about is fair play….and Nathan is about to test that theory. A taser extends from Creed’s hand and embeds into Harrison’s flesh, sending Aaron’s body into convulsions.

Dollar: TASER! Taser being used by Creed!

After electrifying the audience figuratively, and Harrison literally, Nathan catches an unsuspecting Harrison around the neck, and nails the man who cost him his wrestling career with the Total Domination. Nathan’s very own rendition of the Eye of the Hurricane results in equally as devastating results as any Irene or Katrina…laying Harrison out cold and leaving him susceptible to the pin now being made by a very groggy Taylor.

Dollar: Nathan has just came out of nowhere, he just laid out Harrison with the Total Domination…

Susie: And now he’s just leaving?

Well at least he will be taking his leave after he’s launched a snot rocket onto Harrison’s prone body. Creed vacates the ring and Harrison is left at the mercy of a man barely clinging to consciousness. Taylor summons what little strength he has to hook the leg of Harrison.

Even though Nathan has left the ring he isn’t through getting physical, he manages to bat around the recovering Mika and Montgomery, keeping the two distracted from what’s happening in the ring.

And that’s not the only physicality happening ringside, because Kyle blasts Robert in the back with a forearm, toppling the Enforcer. This also breaks Robert’s clutch on both Adam Chase AND Stuart Wright. The official is afforded the opportunity to turn back towards the action, where he at last notices the pin being made and promptly acts to do something about it.

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Dollar: Is this really happening? Is this really about to HAPPEN!?!

It is!

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As if the response to Nathan’s arrival wasn’t deafening enough, now the reaction is somehow even greater considering that the Blacklist has just been cost the Evolution Title.

Dollar: OMG! Holy mother Mary of….

Susie: GT did it…The Gavitaylor has just slayed the monster…

Dollar: And he has just become the NEW Evolution Champion.

Nathan Creed continues to throw wild fists into the faces of both Kozlov and Montgomery, fighting two thirds of the group that took his livelihood, into the backstage area. There is no one to console Harrison, who kneels in the middle of the ring, experiencing the unfamiliar sensation of loss.

Gavin is experiencing the all too familiar feeling of accomplishment however, standing triumphant in the center of the ring. Chase appears even prouder than his client, rushing into the ring with the Evolution Championship in hand. Adam finds himself so mesmerized by the title that it’s almost difficult to bare the thought of handing it over, but that’s eventually what he does, after some prompting by Gavin.

With pride Adam forks over the title, dropping it unto the forearms of his newly anointed champion. But Kyle does one better, taking the strap off Gavin’s hands and wrapping it around his waist instead.

Dollar: What a celebration for Chase Global here tonight….but perhaps this is a bigger celebration for the entirety of the IWC, because the Blacklist has at long last lost the Evolution Title….

Susie: And Gavin cast in an unfamiliar role as hero.

The Evolution Title glistens about the waist of Taylor as the celebration rages on.

Axl: Yo….LANDO!

Though Orlando Cruze is busy storming through the corridor in a huff, with his eyes glued to some incredibly important documents, and body adorned in warm up gear, Axl Evermore is eventually able to catch up to him.

Orlando: What can I do for you now, Axl?

Axl: A lot, BOSS, but I’ll settle for an interview.

Orlando: I’m not sure I have time for an interview at the moment. Just got some pretty interesting documents from the Blacklist’s legal-council.

Axl: Well now, how fortunate for you then that your old chum, Nathan Creed, just made his return and pulled a total Montreal Screw-Job on Harrison.

Orlando: Did he now?

This ‘revelation’ removes Orlando’s eyes from the contract and brightens them.

Axl: You don’t look very surprised to hear that?

Orlando: Not going to lie, Axl….

Axl: First time for everything.

Orlando:…I’m not surprised…not surprised in the slightest, but I’m sure the Blacklist were….Actually, I think Harrison found the whole situation to be ELECTRIFYING.

Axl: Hardy har-har.

Orlando: And hey…here’s something else that might catch the Blacklist off guard. I just found my first tag team partner for that match at Invictus. Cause, being the charismatic individual I am I managed to turn on the charm and convince Mr. D to allow Nathan Creed to return for one night to wrestle under the IWC banner, and to stand at my side to face off against the Blacklist.

Axl: Super!

Orlando: Nate and I will be more than ready to unleash absolute and total hell at Invictus, for him, for me…for everyone wronged by those psychopaths….This has to end…and it will end inside the cell.

Orlando’s boastful tone is replaced by a far more serious and resolute one.

Orlando: And then…after I’ve taken the Blacklist out of the IWC…I will claim full ownership and finally run things the way I see fit.

Ominous statements are made backstage, but celebration speeches are about to unfold within the ring. The party and festivities are just getting started as Gavin Taylor kneels in the middle of the ring, having removed his Evolution Championship from his waist and pressing it to his cheek. Kyle Black gives the shoulders of his teammate a massage while Chase stands back clapping his hands.

Dollar: History made in the center of the ring here tonight, Gavin Taylor becoming the NEW Evolution Champion…

Susie: And the party is just gettin’ started!

Dollar: We’re going to follow this moment up AFTER the commercial break. Stay right here.

Porno Lad feels like a big breasted blonde in a horror movie, no matter how fast he runs, no matter where he goes, he can still feel TPKid just two steps behind. With sweat…FEAR sweat….dribbling down his cheeks, Porno Lad feels another fluid dribbling into his pants the moment he looks back and spots TPKid rounding a corner, still following him.

TPKid: Haven’t lost me yet!

The baseball bat falls across the shoulders and the back of TPKid’s neck, getting limbered up for the beating he’s about to unleash. So Porno Lad does what he’s most adept at, he keeps on running, and in the process he manages to dip around another corner putting TPKid out of view. This proves quite advantageous for Lad, who spots an elderly beautician throwing her afghan over a chair and putting away some of her tools.

Porno Lad: You…!

Said beautician looks up, surprised to be addressed by the always camera-ready superstar.

Porno Lad: I’ll give you twenty bucks to take all your clothes off.

A twenty dollar bill is urgently plucked from his tights and extended towards the gawking lass. Her response extends to more than just a dropped jaw, her palm striking Porno Lad directly in his cheek.

Porno Lad: What did I say?

Clearly she’s misconstrued Porno Lad’s intentions, and who can blame her given his track record. Obviously it wasn’t nudity he was after, that would just be a bonus for disrobing the beautician and using her clothes to disguise himself.

In frustration she turns away from the Mega-Face, who manages to grab a corner of her afghan and somehow slip it off the make-up chair without her even noticing. He then throws the afghan around his head and leaps into the now unoccupied seat, turning his back on the hall filled by TPKid.

Kid looks one way, then the other, searching for Porno Lad, who has cleverly hidden his identity beneath the afghan.

TPKid: Keep runnin’ LAD! But when I find ya the Manhattan Center’s gonna be filled with the sound of ya’ punk-ass screamin!

Unfortunately, Porno Lad’s scheme has worked perfectly, going undetected by TPKid, who solders forth down the hall in search of his nemesis. Once he can no longer hear the heavy breathing of the hunter, Porno Lad spins around in the chair and throws back the afghan to reveal the smile of relief sweeping over his face.

It’s just then that the cavalier Porno Lad begins to stuff the twenty dollar bill back down into the front of his tights.

Porno Lad: You’ll be the one screaming when I tear your ass apart.

He makes this statement while turning in the chair to the beautician. Her face is a mask of shock as she hears these words coupled with the image of Porno Lad’s hand dug into the crotch region of his tights as he puts away the cash.

Beautician: AAAAHHHH!!

Porno Lad: Wait…what…oh no…NO!

It suddenly dawns on Porno Lad what he said and what she might think he’s doing with his hand.

Beautician: Rape…RAAAAAPPPEEE!

Porno Lad: Shhhh…Shut up….SHUT UP! PLEASE!!

TPKid: I knew I’d find you’re ass!

The shrill screams of the old lady have alerted TPKid, who finds his target and sends him racing away in horror.

A champagne bottle has now been uncorked in response to Gavin Taylor’s massive victory this evening….and the ensuing party must transpire before the watching eyes of the world. Almost the entirety of Chase Global is presently in the ring to commemorate this milestone in Gavin’s illustrious career.

Dollar: After another stunning turn of events before the break, Gavin Taylor managed to take the Evolution Championship away from the Blacklist…

Susie: Thanks in no small part to Nathan Creed.

Dollar: And now Chase Global has taken over the ring to celebrate Gavin’s victory.

Glasses filled with bubbly are held up high before finding their way down the gullets of, Kyle Black, Lucas Knight and Adam Chase. Conspicuous by her absence is Alana Starr.

Chase: Guys and dolls, you’re looking at your brand spanking new Evolution Champion, GAVIN TAYLOR!

Knight and Black stand back clapping, smoozing over the champion who has taken a bow in the center of the ring. His agent approaches from the side, holding a mic to amplify his excitement.

And it appears that giddiness is infectious, considering that even Stuart Wright, who has been asked to remain behind for the occasion, wears a gigantic smile on his face.

Chase: Gavin, you’ve been waiting for this moment for longer than either of us care to admit…

Gavin: A friggin eternity!

Chase: You’re pursuit of title gold put strain on your body, your mind, and even our relationship….But it was all worth it, all the aggravations, including teaming with Porno Lad and TPKid for a brief extent of time just to hold the Tag Team Titles

Gavin: I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.

Chase: That travesty aside, here you stand now, at long last triumphant, and at long last a champion….So please, take this mic and embrace this moment.

Adam sounds more like a proud papa than he does an agent. The microphone is given to a man who looks to be fighting back tears as his hand caresses the Evolution Championship that has now been once again attached to his waist.

Gavin: When I came to the IWC, I was promised an opportunity..LITERALLY…Orlando Cruze and Frankie told me I would be getting a World Title shot just for taking it easy on Paradise at Awakening. But when that opportunity failed to present itself, I began to lose my faith in this company. I was starting to believe that my all-star acumen was never going to be properly rewarded. And the longer I went without winning a title, the more desperate I became…But finally…FINALLY….my perseverance pays off….

The title is torn from his waist in order to be held inches from the smirk on his face.

Gavin: The All-Star can now call himself, the CHAMP!

If he’s expecting cheers, he’s not getting any.

Gavin: And who thought all it would take in the end was the flipping of a coin….Stuart, get your ass over here…Join in on this celebration….

Wright reluctantly steps towards Gavin, who puts him in a good natured side headlock.

Gavin: Without your expert coin flipping skills NONE of this would have been possible.

Said coin is held up towards Taylor by the official.

Gavin: Thanks, I’m gonna frame this and put it on my mantle, right between my singing animatronic bass, and a vase holding someone’s ashes, I’ve forgotten who…but the vase looks nice at least.

Kyle: It does tie your living room together.

Gavin: I just can’t even begin to describe how it feels to finally receive the recognition I’ve been denied….

Robert: The Mnooses shall not tolerate this…

Robert returns to ringside, but he doesn’t stop there, rolling right into the squared circle with microphone catching his every word.

Robert: Robert knows what the ginormous nosed agent has been up to, and the treachery performed by the rest of his anus based initiative.

To the surprise of everyone, especially Chase Global, Robert reaches right out and takes the coin directly from the hand of referee Wright.

Robert: Behold the lies…behold the deception….

Gavin: Give me that coin you fat, greasy piece of s…

Robert: The very coin used to decide the order of Evolution Title matches tonight, is….

Chase: Don’t you dare!

Robert: …a double sided coin!

The fix is in…Chase Global is had…and now they’re the ones flipping.

Gavin: That is a bold faced lie….

Robert: NO….I do not believe in deceitful tactics….so I will not tolerate the outcome of the previous title match. Using the powers vested in me by the title of Special Ring Enforcer, I hereby strip Gavin of the Evolution Championship….

Hands reach out for the title but Gavin swats them aside.

Gavin: You’re not about to strip anything, BITCH.

Robert: Hand over that title or face the wrath of the Mnooses.

Robert obviously doesn’t believe in diplomacy, hence why he reaches out, grabs the Evolution Title and manages to pluck it from Gavin’s hands. And now that their free of the title, Taylor can use those hands to swing into Robert’s cheek.

For once Robert has bitten off more than he can chew, surprising, considering he can presumably fit an entire ham between his teeth. Right now, all he’s consuming are the closed fists of Gavin assailing into Robert’s flesh and sending his body collapsing to the canvas. Kyle and Lucas instantly leap into the fray and aid in this three on one attack.

Dollar; Chase Global assaulting Robert after he learned of their scheme…

Susie: A scheme I believe that Stuart Wright must have been in on.

Speaking of Wright, he’s being as discreet as possible as he tries to escape the ring.

Boots and fists continue to connect with Robert’s body, his fat rolls providing surprisingly little cushioning against these shots.

And just when it seems Robert can’t withstand any more….Andre Jordan makes the save….racing down the ramp with a steel pipe in hand.

Susie: It’s Dre to the rescue, and we didn’t even need to combine the power of our rings to summon him.

Dollar: He’s not Captain Planet, Susie.

Susie: Awww…but he is Robert’s hero…and Robert’s my hero…so would that make Andre my Grand-Hero?

Dollar: Erm…yeah….anyway, Andre rushing the ring to fight off Chase Global.

Adam is the first to bail, and then he is followed by Kyle and Lucas….none of the three particularly interested in facing down Andre and the weapon in his hand. But Gavin isn’t going anywhere, at first, not until he’s taken his Evolution Title back from Robert.

That tune changes the moment he makes eye contact with the intense expression on Dre’s face…..and notices the friction he’s applying on the steel pipe.

Adam notices this as well, which is why he’s shouting for his client to exit the ring and do so before his client’s stubbornness leads to a grim fate. After much coercion, Gavin finally leaves the ring, allowing Andre to stand the alpha male in the middle of the ring. And to make it more unbearable for Taylor, he now has to watch Andre occupy his hand with the Evolution Title. Robert hands the gold over to Dre, who is shouting at the irate ensemble of talents at ringside.

Andre: So you four are gonna tuck tail and just walk? Thought so.

Gavin instantly regrets exiting the ring, yearning to get back inside but now finding his arms pinned to his sides by Black and Knight.

Andre: You don’t even want to stick behind and watch ME become the Evolution Champion…

Gavin: What is he talking about?

First he asks Adam.

Gavin: What are you talking about?

Second he asks Andre.

Andre: Come on Gavin, not that difficult to follow along now is it? You got caught pulling some sleight of hand bullshit, and now, Robert, being well within his right to do so as special enforcer, just striped you of the Evolution Title. So seems to me, my match against Mika in a few minutes, is now going to be for the gold.

The championship isn’t the only thing at its height, because so too are the emotions of Chase Global.

So where has Alana Starr been throughout all this Chase Global drama? Standing in an area that has proven quite dangerous for her in the past….the parking lot.

Comeau: Excuse me, Mrs. Starr.

It takes quite a bit of prompting to tear Alana’s focus away from the text message she was just typing into her IPhone.

Alana: For the last time no….no I don’t want any barbiturates….

Comeau: But….

Alana: No….no uppers either.

Comeau But….

Alana: I don’t need anything, Mark, so take your prescription med pouch and hit the road.

Comeau: Actually, I just wanted to get a few words with you regarding your absence from the side of Chase Global.

Mark says this while zipping up the fanny pack tucked into the small of his back.

Alana: Where there’s smoke, there’s not always fire, Mark. I’m not out there alongside the most talented and handsome group of guys on planet earth, because I’m waiting on someone’s arrival.

Comeau: Really? Who?

Alana: If people paid attention to my Twitter account, then they’d already know WHO…Hold that thought, Mark.

The phone in her palm vibrates and a chime alerts her to a new text.

Alana: She’s almost here, Mark, I can’t wait….

Comeau: WHO!?!

Alana: And she’s finally going to give me the psychological edge I need over Brittany Lohan.

Comeau: WHO!?!

The question is asked until Comeau’s face goes blue.

Alana: Oh, I’m talking about….

The microphone moves closer to Starr’s lips.

Alana: There she is!

The headlights of a car strike Alana’s face as she excitedly hurries across the parking lot to greet her special guest, leaving Mark’s answers unfulfilled.

EARLIER TONIGHT

Mr. Hush plays a mid-evil organ, providing an eerie tune that doesn’t sit too well with the crowd gathered in the chapel. The red wax candles, and the over dependency upon so many black decorations also creates quite a bit of unrest amongst the masses stuffed into the rows upon rows of pews.

And P Clarence Whitman III can count himself amongst the uneasy…but for entirely different circumstances. A horrendous flannel tuxedo adorns the tense body which proceeds towards the dais.

Whitman tries to tune out the judgmental whispers and condemning tones of family and friend. A few chuckles can also be heard, mainly from his uncle Robert, who is bumping elbows with his brother Percival and the other groomsmen.

Uncle Robert: That nephew of mine, such a practical joker.

Clarence keeps his eyes averted from his mother, Martha, just imagining her expression. In the process his eyes cross the huge smile on Simon Cagero’s face, who is seated front row center and giving Whitman a giant thumbs up. It takes all of Whitman’s self-restraint to keep from lashing out at the man who intentionally swapped his tuxedo.

Finally he makes it past all the judgment, all the condemnation, all the smiles and snickers and now stands upon the dais. A dais not only occupied by his groomsmen, but by the minister for the wedding, Mr. Gaunt.

Mr. Gaunt: That is not the tuxedo we….YOU…. selected.

Whitman: No…no it isn’t.

Mr. Gaunt: I suppose we’ll make do.

All focus at last deviates from the obnoxious tuxedo to the end of the lush carpet that runs the length of the isle. Mr. Hush plays a gothic rendition of the wedding waltz, coinciding with the arrival of the blushing bride. But first, Silence skips down the isle throwing dead rose petals into the air.

Lois Prince, in her long flowing wedding dress commands attention. With a bouquet of roses, of the living variety, Lois is led towards the stage arm in arm with her father.

Even with all the troubles, all the set-backs, the sight of his bride brings a huge smile to Whitman’s face.

Mr. Gaunt: Here…

Discreetly Mr. Gaunt slides a card into Whitman’s chest pocket.

Whitman: What’s this?

Mr. Gaunt: Your vows.

The grin is gone.

Andre Jordan paces the ring in anticipation of this Evolution Title confrontation, and referee Fitzpatrick is sliding in anticipation of officiating said Evolution Title confrontation. And why? Because Robert is leading referee Wright away from the ring by the back of his neck and now gives him a kick to the butt to get him moving.

Dollar: Whitman’s wedding continues to be sabotaged by the Black Crusade, and Andre sabotaged Gavin Taylor’s title celebration.

Susie: Robert used his powers as special ringside enforcer to overturn Wright’s decision after it was revealed that the ref was working in collusion with Chase Global….

Dollar: Robert caught Adam Chase and Stuart Wright red handed with that double sided coin.

Susie: The fix was in for Chase Global….

Dollar: And as a result we get ANOTHER Evolution Title bout as Andre Jordan sets to square off against the Blacklist for the tit….

Susie: Who’s tit?

Dollar: Sorry, I’ve just been cut off by another member of our production staff…..As apparently there’s something going down in the back.

Susie: Again? When isn’t there something going on? We should set our announce table up back there, because that place sees more action than the ring.

Nathan Creed tries to hold his own, he really does, but eventually the Trinity is just too much for him to handle. In spite of all the knife edge chops and right hands he connects with, Aaron Harrison and Lukas Montgomery eventually catch hold of his arms. The moment they trap Creed’s hands to his sides, Mika steps in out of nowhere and delivers a big punt directly to his crotch.

Dollar: It looks like the war between Nathan and the Blacklist continuing backstage.

Susie: We saw Nathan try to cost the Blacklist the Evolution Title earlier tonight, but that wasn’t good enough for him apparently.

Dollar: Not after what the Blacklist took from him.

The boot to the crotch numbs Nathan’s legs and brings him to his knees while Harrison and Montgomery continue to clutch his arms. Mika then steps in and hauls off with a giant slap directly to Creed’s cheek.

Mika: Stay retired….and stay out of our business! Durak neshtiasnyI. Or it’ll be more than your career we take.

Harrison: Get to the ring, my Mika.

Montgomery: We’ve got this taken care of.

Mika: Good, then I’ll take care of bringing the Evolution Title back to our family.

As Kozlov makes her way to the squared circle set to compete against Andre Jordan, she leaves Creed to be subjected to the deranged whims of the Blacklist. Or perhaps it’s the other way around, because Nathan manages to burst free from the shackling hands of Montgomery and Harrison, unleashing another series of knife edge chops on anything that moves.

POP GOES THE WEASEL plays over the speakers and Mika Kozlov steps through the curtains. She’s now all warmed up after the fight with Nathan backstage, but her violent fetish has yet to be satiated.

Dollar: Now that Mika and the rest of the Blacklist have taken care of Creed backstage, that frees Mika up to defend the Evolution Championship…

Susie: And she owes a big thank you to Robert for that one…Actually, can we all just take a moment and say, “thank you, Robert.”

Dollar: Robert instrumental in seeing the Evolution Title returned to the Blacklist, but how long is the title going to stay in their possession with Mika about to face the determined Andre Jordan?

Susie: Hopefully he can keep his emotions in check though, we all know this stuff with Alana and Chase Global has got him unstable.

And that instability shows, but not coming from Andre, instead it’s Mika who unleashes the insanity. She is still fired up after the brawl in the back, which is why she instantly races up behind Andre.

Jordan’s focus was elsewhere, watching as the Evolution Title was taken from the ring by official Fitzpatrick, and it’s this distraction that costs him. Kozlov lunges onto Andre’s back and begins to sink her fingernails into his eyeballs.

Dollar: Mika gouging Andre’s eyes….

Susie: But it’s not Andre’s fault, he was distracted by that big bright and sparkly. They have mystical powers of enchantment.

The bell chimes the moment Fitzpatrick spots Mika dangling over Andre’s back and tearing at his retinas. To avail himself of a potential blinding, Jordan drops to his knees and flips Mika over his back to the canvas. Unfortunately the damage has already been done, Jordan seeing blurry doubles. He swings at what he perceives to be Mika, but instead his fist hits one of those blurred hallucinations. Mika’s fist on the other hand connects with the flesh and blood Andre, staggering him back into the turnbuckle.

Kozlov follows him in and begins to grind her forearm against his eyeballs, inflicting even more temporary blindness. Official Fitzpatrick steps in and commences with the five count, reaching four yet Mika isn’t stopping, not until she sees blood gushing from Jordan’s pupils.

The referee is on the verge of calling for the disqualification only to stop when he notices Robert on the apron.

Robert: This match continues until there is a winner, understood!?!

Fitzpatrick is forced to intervene physically rather than offering verbal reprimands. He grabs Mika around the waist and drags her back away from Andre.

Kozlov reacts violently to being touched by the referee, pushing him down to the canvas then rushing right at Andre, with her fingers extended towards his eyes. Jordan’s foot somehow finds its way directly into her jaw though, and sends Kozlov staggering back. Andre then steps forward and blasts Mika to the jaw with a right hand, followed by a second, and then a….no, Mika gets her nails into Jordan’s eyes and rakes them.

Dre turns away and palms his damaged eyeballs while Mika grabs him around the neck, applying a side headlock. She drags Andre towards the ropes and grinds his eyes across the top cable.

Dollar: Mika doing everything in her power to blind Andre here and capture the Evolution Championship.

Susie: Yeah, but Andre is one tough hombre.

Dollar: He demonstrated that after going over an HOUR in the Rumble at Last Stand.

Although Fitzpatrick knows it will be absolutely pointless, he still steps in and starts a five count. The threat once again proves fruitless, prompting the official to pry Mika off of Andre. The second some space is put between them, Andre takes advantage, lunging away from the cables and blasting Mika directly in the jaw. Kozlov stumbles back swinging her arms and trying to keep her legs beneath her.

Jordan then rushes in and cocks back his fist only to be caught around the neck, Kozlov managing to drop into a side headlock take down.

Andre flips over onto his back and Mika goes airborne, crashing heel first directly into Jordan’s retina.

Dollar: The damage continues to be inflicted on the eyes.

And Mika’s just getting started, evident as she leaps into the air and comes down with her knee directly into the corneas. Andre sits up and palms his eyes but cannot protect them. He is dragged by the shoulder to the canvas and Kozlov now puts her knee to the retina and keeps it there. She continuously grinds her knee brace back and forth, back and forth, back and forth across Andre’s eye, creating as much friction as possible. She then stands up, cocks back her fist and drops it down into Jordan’s orbital socket.

Andre rolls across the ring clutching his eyes and falling into the ropes ribs first. He starts to employ them to reach his feet when Mika comes stepping in, hands out to her sides, ready to free her opponent’s eyes from their sockets. But Jordan surprises her by lunging out of the ropes into a back elbow….but it’s Jordan who ends up being surprised, Mika ducking the elbow.

The missed elbow gives Andre so much momentum he spins in a complete circle, turning completely around to face Mika, who rushes in with her hands outstretched for his eyes.

Yet Jordan bends forward and catches her, heaving her up onto his shoulder into position for the Thrill Ride.

The sit-out spinebuster is about to connect only to have Mika wrap a hand around the back of his neck and wedge her wrist band directly against Jordan’s eyes, grinding the two against one another. Mika has successfully countered the Thrill-Ride, dropping to her feet instead of being slammed to her spine. She then rushes right at the temporarily blinded Jordan, only to be caught by the wrist, around the thigh and driven into the canvas with a short arm spinning powerslam.

Dollar: Jordan with a big and forceful slam there, but was it enough…was it enough to make him the Champion?

Fitzpatrick drops into position.

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Mika’s knee launches into the air and drills Andre right in his eye, breaking up the pin and inflicting damage at the same time.

Kozlov crawls in after him and flashes her fingernails, trying to gouge the eyes, but this time Jordan catches her wrists, keeping her hands at bay. He then twists his body and lifts his legs, wrapping them around Mika’s neck in an attempt to apply the triangle choke.

But that’s when Kozlov flips forward and lands on her seat beside Andre, avoiding the submission and then applying one of her own. She establishes a side headlock only to lift her fist and launch it directly into his eye. At the last second Jordan squirms out of position and the knuckles slam against the canvas as a result.

Mika pulls her swelling knuckles to her ribs while Andre pulls her head back into his arms. The quick thinking Jordan bridges Kozlov up to her feet and then goes for a lay-out reverse DDT. Yet another move is thwarted however, when Mika launches a knee into the air, and rams it right into Jordan’s eyeball.

Andre staggers back, putting a palm to his damaged eye socket while Kozlov rushes in to inflict further punishment on the retina. She leaps into the air with hands extended towards Dre’s eyes, only to be caught on his shoulder and driven into the canvas via the Thrill Ride.

Susie: Total….major…ouch factor dialed up to the tenth degree.

Dollar: Jordan drops Mika via the Thrill Ride….And if it doesn’t get him the win, he might be in some serious trouble given the condition of his eyes.

Jordan would customarily sit up and go for the pin but the trauma inflicted on his eyes makes it difficult for him to do anything save for lying there and cupping them. He crawls away from Mika, trying to blink and rub his eyes until he’s seeing clearly.

As aggravated as her spine may be from the Thrill Ride, Kozlov still manages to get to her feet and stagger up behind Andre. However, Jordan turns and catches Mika by the wrist, attempting to drag her forward into the Get Got.

But Mika somehow manages to leap over Andre’s body, duck her head and roll forward across the canvas. She ends up on her feet then charges at Jordan with a big spinning heel kick only to have Dre duck in the nick of time. He then stands up behind Kozlov, catches her around the neck and deposits the back of her skull into the canvas with the reverse DDT.

He then crawls into the cover, hooking the crease of Mika’s knee to secure the title.

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Kozlov manages to advert the loss of the Evolution Championship.

Dollar: Another big move from Jordan, yet Mika pugnaciously holding onto the title

Susie: I love pugs, they’re so cute, unless they’re peeing in my shoes….

Dollar: You don’t own a pug.

Susie: Are you trying to imply that I pee in my own shoe, Johnny, because that would be crazy.

The collision with the canvas has Mika’s bell rung, but the literal bell does not chime, keeping this match progressing and the title in the clutches of the Blacklist. Andre grabs hold of Mika’s neck, rolling her around to her knees, pulling her up into a half nelson then driving her down to the canvas with the suplex. Mika crashes across the back of her neck and shoulders, flipping over to her knees with eyes rolling to the back of her head…though her entire body is about to be rolling as well.

Jordan steps in, grabs Mika by the wrist while she is still kneeling on the canvas, then pulls her ribs into his shoulders. He stands up and drops into the Rolling Thunder. The Finley Roll inflicts quite a bit of damage to Mika’s ribs, but the following moonsault will do even more damage. Jordan leaps to the top rope and the crowd finds itself excitedly anticipating his big dive.

Jordan balances himself and prepares to go airborne while Fitzpatrick is checking on Mika’s condition down below. Kozlov quickly lifts her foot, wedges it to the referee’s stomach and shoves him back into the ropes. Fitzpatrick hits the top rope and causes Andre to lose his footing, crashing down eyes first into the top turnbuckle pad.

Susie: Andre spies with his little eye, the TURNBUCKLE! I got it…yay!

Dollar: Are you trying to make any sense whatsoever?

Susie: Where would the fun be in that?

Andre leans face first against the corner while Mika takes him around the neck and starts up the turnbuckle. She gets to the middle rope before leaping off and twisting Jordan around into a tornado DDT. Yet in mid-air Andre manages to hook the creases of Mika’s knees and pull up on them. So instead of Jordan’s head crashing into the canvas, it’s Mika’s spine that takes the impact. Jordan then tucks the legs under his armpits and drops back, catapulting Kozlov into the turnbuckle.

Jordan drops in order to launch Mika into the corner only to have Kozlov reach out and grab the nearby top rope, preventing being thrown into the turnbuckle. She now stands over top of the laid out Andre before dropping down with her knees wedged to Jordan’s sternum, hooking the creases of his knees in the process.

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Now Andre sits up and sends Kozlov dropping over onto her back. Jordan then stands up, hooks the creases of Mika’s knees then snaps over into the catapult. This time Mika DOES go flying into the corner, with Jordan following her in…

Shockingly, Andre finds Mika standing on the turnbuckle instead of crashing against it. Kozlov then turns around, catches Jordan around the neck and leaps out of the corner, twisting around into a tornado DDT.

Mika takes advantage of her opponent’s misfortune by going for the pin to retain the Evolution Title.

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But Andre keeps the match trucking along.

An aggravated Kozlov grabs Jordan by the neck, turns him and hooks both arms for ANOTHER DDT, this version dubbed the Das-Vi-Dania.

She drops back to presumably finish this confrontation once and for all only to have Jordan reach out and grab the top rope, preventing another head to canvas collision. Mika collapses to her back and Jordan takes her legs, flipping over them into the jackknife cover.

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Kozlov kicks out, sending Andre rolling away and into the nearby turnbuckle. He starts to stand up just Mika comes charging in. He bends down and catches Mika against his shoulders, heaving her up and turning in a circle upon reaching the middle of the ring. He prepares to flip forward into the Rolling Thunder only to have finger nails grind his eyes.

Jordan drops Kozlov behind him and then finds himself shoved into the corner. But Andre steps up the turnbuckle, reaches the top rope and then surprises the world, most importantly, Kozlov, by flipping over backwards into the moonsault.

And to a rousing reaction it connects….Connects with the canvas….And the rousing reaction is one of despair.

Dre’s face and chest take much of the impact.

The collision causes him to pop up to his knees just in time to have Kozlov step in, hooking his arms and snapping back into the Das-Vi-Dania. The double arm DDT rams Andre’s head traumatically against the canvas, and sends his body rolling to a prone position across his back.

Dollar: Das-Vi-Dania connecting, and now all Mika has to do is make the cover and she retains the Evolution Title on behalf of the Blacklist.,

Susie: Normally we’d be seeing either Lukas or Aaron subbing for Kozlov at this point, remember, any member of the Blacklist can replace any other member of the group throughout the course of these Evolution Title bouts.

Dollar: Yes, but Lukas and Aaron have their hands full with Nathan Creed backstage. And Nathan, as we understand it, may very well be the first member of Team Icon.

Mika is plagued by the physicality of this match, yet manages to crawl into the cover, dropping into a lateral press across Andre’s chest while pulling up on the knee. The fans stew anxiously in their chairs, wondering if Jordan has it left in the tank to kick out of the double arm DDT, a very unlikely possibility.

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But Andre does what he does best, defy the odds.

Dollar: Set your phasers on stun people….

Susie: Rather he’s kicking out, or landing on giant bags of popcorn, Andre continues to surprise us. And usually surprises make me pee my pants.

Mika is equally as stunned as the commentators, her frustrations intensifying. She grabs Andre around the neck, pulls him methodically up to his feet and then raises his arm to deliver the Heart Punch. She swings around with her fist threatening to cave in Jordan’s sternum only to have Andre side step the knuckles and swing around behind her back, catching her neck. He bends her head over backwards into position for the reverse DDT only to have Kozlov get her hand up, digging it into his eyes.

Andre spins away from Mika, holding his retinas while Kozlov rushes in only to have her crafty opponent side step her again. He swings around behind Mika’s back and goes for the half nelson suplex only to receive a back elbow to the eye this time.

And then, just when Kozlov turns around and finds her wrist being caught by a determined Andre, Kozlov is forced to come up with ANOTHER counter. Andre pulls her forward for the GET, GOT, but Mika leaps into the air, catches him by the back of the head and drags him down into a modified code-breaker again targeting the retina. Jordan goes staggering towards the ropes while Mika comes rushing in to go on the offensive as opposed to constantly being on the defensive.

That’s when Jordan side steps her and shoves Mika through the ropes and to the apron. Upon gathering himself, Dre stumbles towards his opponent, Mika reaching over the cables, grabbing Andre by the back of the neck then dragging his eyes down into the top rope, grinding them against the cable.

Jordan stumbles back and falls to a knee while Mika grabs the top rope, preparing to launch herself over and that’s just what she does, flying over the top cable right onto the waiting shoulders of Jordan. Andre drops down into the Rolling Thunder. Kozlov’s back hits the canvas and Andre ends up on his feet before climbing the nearby turnbuckle and eventually moonsaulting through the air. He crashes directly on top of Kozlov, driving the air from her body and launching her legs into the air.

Andre hooks them and wedges a forearm against Kozlov’s nose.

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Even after FINALLY connecting with the moonsault, Andre STILL has not done enough to obtain the Evolution Championship.

Dollar: This physicality continues….with Andre managing to hit the moonsault even after taking so many strikes to the eyes.

Susie: He’s gonna be the next Ray Charles…just without the whole being dead thing. But hey, I’m sure Ray Charles even pulls that off nicely.

The splash to the ribs leaves Kozlov with little fight left, hence why she’s rolling to the exterior of the ring. The Evolution Champion lands on the mats and almost loses her footing, legs buckling beneath her taxed body. Andre takes a moment to blink his eyes and regain his vision before setting his sights on the target beyond the ropes. Jordan reaches through the cables for Mika only to have Kozlov surprise him by gouging hum directly in the eyes with both thumbs.

Andre rolls to the center of the ring while Robert makes his way around it, putting himself between Mika and the squared circle.

Robert: Listen here you mischievous shrew….you are to stop treating Andre’s eyes like a scratching post…

As Mika and Robert argue, inside of the ring a different type of confrontation unfolds. Andre regains his vision just in time to see Chase Global sliding in before him, and within seconds Gavin is all over Jordan.

Dollar: Ah hells to the no….Chase Global attacking Andre.

Susie: If Gavin’s not leaving here Evolution Champion, then they’re not about to let Andre leave with the title either.

The assault continues right in front of the referee’s eyes, forcing his hand. As the boots of Lucas Knight, Kyle Black and Gavin Taylor continue to rain down upon the body of Andre, Fitzpatrick turns to signal for the bell…..but he actually turns to find himself eye to eye with Robert. The ringside enforcer has risen to the apron and is grabbing the official by the collar of his shirt.

Robert: You are NOT to call for the bell….Understood? These means shall not cost Andre the title.

The official is stuck between a rock and a hard-place, but finally opts to side with the rock…..that rock being the man who has turned himself into more of a boulder. Robert rolls across the ring like a landslide and unleashes a roar….

Robert: EEEEERRRRR!

His massive body crashes into the ankles of Knight and Black, toppling the two.

Robert then rushes to his feet and spots Adam Chase trying to slide into the ring to presumably lend aid to his clients. The enforcer makes sure that doesn’t happen, charging at the super-agent and sending him fleeing. But now it becomes clear that Adam was nothing more than a distraction, one that allows Gavin to remove a pair of brass knuckles from his pocket and slip them around his knuckles.

He now waits for Robert to turn around, anxiously anticipating making the enforcer’s face as red as his hair. The big Robert spins just in time to be cracked in the face with the brass knuckles, knocking him back and through the ropes.

Susie: NOOOO! Not Robert…why Robert…Stay away from Robert.

Dollar: Enough about Robert already.

Robert topples to the mats amidst a hailstorm of boos from the crowd. The heckles don’t matter to Taylor, payback is all he’s consumed with. He turns towards Andre at this point, watching as Jordan struggles to reach his feet. Then Taylor charges in and swings only to find HIS entire body swinging through the air and eventually being planted via the Thrill Ride.

Dollar: Andre nails Gavin with the Thrill Ride just before his face could be busted with those brass knuckles……but ahhhhh!

Andre is just getting back to his feet before Kyle rushes in, catches him around the waist and delivers the Black Mamba. The flip over pile-driver connects with absolutely devastating results, dumping Dre right on top of his skull.

Dollar: And now the Black Mamba!

Susie: Chase Global taking control and making sure Jordan is incapable of walking out the Evolution Champion.

Promptly after delivering the piledriver, Black is back on his feet and rushing across the ring. He then dives through the ropes into a suicide headbutt on the recovered Robert, knocking both men down to the mats. While Kyle exits the ring, Lucas enters it, but he doesn’t do so empty handed. Presently occupying his palm is the taser…the very taser Nathan Creed dropped at ringside.

Dollar: Now Lucas is holding the very weapon that cost Aaron Harrison the Evolution Title a few moments ago.

Knight harbors sinister intent for the already ailing Jordan, preparing to electrify him with the weapon in hand.

Lucas: Poor Andre, it’s just like Kyle put it earlier tonight, you lost everything, and now you’re about to lose this title match too.

The taser is on the verge of tragically cutting short Andre’s career. Or at least it would be if certain individuals harboring a grudge towards Lucas Knight, weren’t standing in the ring behind him. The taser raises only to be caught before it can ever connect with Jordan’s flesh. Knight has no opportunity to react, he’s being swung around and nailed with a straight punt kick to the testicles by Romeo.

Dollar: Romeo in the ring, and his boot in Knight’s crotch!

Susie: Romeo getting a little retribution for all the low blows he’s received these past few weeks from Knight….including the one on NewAge when Lucas abandoned his team against the Pestilence.

Knight cups his crotch while Romeo takes him by the back of the head and charges him straight towards the ropes, throwing him over to the outside of the ring. The crowd appreciates what Romeo just did, realizing that he eliminated Knight in the exact same fashion he himself had been eliminated from the Rumble at Last Stand.

Romeo then barrels across the ring, leaping over the top rope into a crossbody on Kyle standing on the mats below.

In spite of Romeo’s interference, Andre’s fate may have already been prescribed. Mika is crawling into the ring and across it into the cover, hooking both legs.

Dollar: And Mika sneaking in amidst all the chaos to capture the title.

Susie: Andre has already been laid out by the Black Mamba…..which ironically, might be his nickname for his pe….

Dollar: Don’t EVEN go there.

Fitzpatrick is all but too eager to make the count, wanting to get the heck out of here and distance himself from the madness.

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The Blacklist have retained the….nothing….cause Andre’s shoulder surprisingly leaps from the canvas.

Dollar: No way…absolutely impossible.

Susie: Dre is still alive.

The crowd is surging while Mika’s blood is boiling. She eventually overcomes her dismay in order to grab Andre’s arm, extend it out to his side and slowly pull back her fist, on the verge of delivering a straight fist to the heart. And just as it seems that Mika is going to finish off Andre at long….long last….intervention comes in the form of a truly unlikely figure.

The barbs of the taser embed into Mika’s flesh, electricity surging through her body thanks to the man kneeling behind her….that woman being….Rose Savior.

Dollar: What the hell is this….?

Susie: It’s Rose Savior to the rescue.

Dollar: And she’s…..she’s tasing Mika!

Susie: I thought she was gone for good.

Dollar: After what the Blacklist did to Christian Savior, her husband, on NewAge, I don’t think she could sit idle any longer.

Now that Mika is convulsing and twitching into a turn, Rose leaves her feet, catches Mika’s head and plants her with the Black Rose.

Dollar: And now the Black Rose has just connected!

Savior rolls out of the ring and Andre goes crawling right across it. The fans are in a state of sheer delirium as they watch Dre throw himself over Mika’s body. Rose pauses at ringside to watch the results of her handiwork, eyes absorbing the image of Jordan pinning Kozlov.

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The Manhattan Center comes unglued as Andre and Rose have just employed their OWN collaboration to cost the Blacklist the Evolution Championship.

Dollar: The Blacklist screwed again!

Susie: And now we’ve got a new Evolution Champion…Andre takes the title…Andre is the champion!

The crowd’s response to this unfathomable event, is an unfathomable ovation. The Evolution title is fetched by Fitzpatrick and eventually carried towards Andre. That is until Tabitha intervenes. Silverstone slides into the ring and grabs the gold from the referee’s hands, insisting that she be the one to hand the belt to her client.

On the outside of the ring Chase Global are trying to collect themselves….and once they have, the group implodes with anger. Romeo’s response is different, smirking as he backs up the ramp and watches the title being dropped onto Andre’s shoulder.

Gavin is absolutely steaming at the sight of Jordan raising the Evolution Championship on high.

Dollar: A magic moment here tonight on Riot!, Andre Jordan captures the Evolution Championship.

Susie: After the Blacklist were screwed not only once…but TWICE, first by Nathan and NOW by Rose Savior.

The energy in the building generates 1.21 giggawats of excitement…adrenaline surging to the point that veins want to burst through flesh. And the reaction is only getting louder at the sight of Jordan holding up the Evolution Title and basking in the elation of his very first title victory here in the IWC. Tabitha stands behind him clapping her hands just before her eyes cut to something situated on the apron, the very bottle of champagne that Adam Chase used to celebrate his client’s win.

She grabs it, approaches Andre and begins to pour the liquid over Shaun’s head as the two celebrate this milestone in Andre’s, short, yet effective career.

All the while Mika is looking up, regaining her consciousness just in time to spot Rose watching from the apron and shouting something to the Russian terror.

Rose: How’s it feel?

Savior obviously referencing the fact that the Blacklist cost her the World Title, and now she countered by robbing Mika of the Evolution gold. Gold presently raised by Andre as he stands on a turnbuckle and basks in the elation of the crowd.

Last week it was Frankie Paradise who poured over a contract…actually several of them….but now it’s Orlando’s turn. The Icon continues to remain fixated on the document stretched between his hands, the parchment from the law offices of Dewey, Cheatum and Howe.

Axl: OKAY…seriously…you have some explaining to do, Lando.

Evermore, mic seemingly glued to his palm, enters Orlando’s office and cuts short his re-re-re-reading of the contract.

Orlando: Sorry?

Cruze stops pacing to acknowledge the man now stood at his side.

Axl: First Nathan, and now Rose….what gives?

Try as he may, Cruze cannot hold back his grin.

Axl: I thought Rose was….ya’know….sitting at home spitting out babies. What did you do to draw her back here?.

Orlando: Well….

Orlando pauses for a moment to contain his laughter.

Orlando:….I wish I could take credit for this, but I can’t. I’m just as stunned as you are by Rose’s actions. Grateful….but surprised..

Axl: Something tells me you know a little more than your letting on.

Orlando: Idle speculation about my motives? I thought we had all moved past that.

Axl: Come on now, I can still smell the honey on your hands from where you had it in the honey jar.

Orlando: I said all that I’m going to say on the matter, so if you have other questions, I would suggest that you ask them…

Porno Lad: Hide me….HIDE ME!

The doors burst open and a frantic Porno Lad comes scurrying into the office, almost losing his footing and tripping directly into Orlando.

Orlando: What the hell?

Lad falls between Orlando and Axl into the surface of the desk, yet gracefully turns his tumble into a Dukes of Hazzard inspired hood roll. He ends up on the opposite side of the desk then dives under it.

Orlando: ETHAN! Get out from under there.

Porno Lad: Shhhh….hide me….PLEASE!

TPKid: Where the fuck is he!?!

Another figure appears in the office, this one huffing, puffing and clutching a baseball bat.

TPKid: I saw him coming in here…

Orlando: Who? Porno Lad?….

Orlando gestures to his desk.

Orlando: The idiot is hiding under my desk right now.

Porno Lad: Damn you, Orlando!

His muffled cries can be heard traveling through the desk.

Porno Lad: Erm….uh….I mean…no I’m not…I’m not under the desk at all.

This isn’t convincing anyone, especially not TPKid, who steps forward, grabs the desk and flips it over.

TPKid: Time to play, mother-fucker!

The contents of the desk, including Orlando’s framed family photographs, crash across the floor and are sent sailing into the wall.

Orlando: HEEEY!

Before Cruze can intervene TPKid swings the bat at Porno Lad curled into the fetal position. Lad rolls out of the way and the bat cracks against the floor.

The Original Prankster then leaps to his feet just as TPKid swings the bat again, this time busting the glass around a framed ULW World Title belt hanging from Orlando’s wall.

Orlando: What the hell are you idiots doing!?! STOP!

With glass spilling out of Porno Lad’s hair and shoulders, he takes off running through the door. The baseball bat wielding lunatic is right behind him, TPKid closing in on his target.

Orlando: This is….this is….insanity!

Orlando looks about his dressing room at all of his valued family pictures and other such mementos strewn in total disarray around his office. His eyes then cut to Evermore.

Orlando: Save your conspiracy theories for later, I’ve got business that requires some taking care of.

The backstage area is rapidly turning into an episode of the Benny Hill show, with everyone chasing after everyone. TPKid is after Porno Lad, and now Orlando is after the both of them. And Evermore just stands back breathing it all in.

Alana: So did you have any trouble getting to the building?

Alana eagerly anticipates the response from the woman standing across from her in the parking lot….that woman being Trinity Street.

Trinity: Traffic sucked balls, but what else can you expect in…New York, fabulous New York.

She says the last part in a sing-song tone, but Alana is the one who wants to belt out a tune.

Alana: I’m just so glad you made it.

Her hands wrap around one of Trinity’s, patting her on the knuckles.

Alana: Can’t wait to get your advice on dealing with…with…that Blue Eyed….I can’t even say her name.

Indeed, she is way too disgusted to even allow Brittany’s name to slip through her teeth.

Trinity: Yeah, she kinda has that effect on people.

Alana: But now, with you here, I’ll finally have the guidance I need to deal with….Brittany Lohan.

At last she gets her tongue to produce the name of her most reviled enemy.

Trinity: Well…I won’t sugar coat it for ya, there’s no simple formula for dealing with Brittany. Getting into her head, isn’t easy.

Alana: Just you being here is going to throw her off her game though.

Trinity: Well I hope I’m here for more than just that.

Alana: Pardon?

Trinity: You DO actually want my advice right?

Alana: Oh yeah…yeah….of course….absolutamente….

Their conversation is rudely interrupted by an obnoxiously loud screeching noise. The two tense like their hearing nails on a chalkboard, but to be precise, their actually hearing the sounds of steel scraping metal.

Alana looks stunned, while Trinity has to turn her head not once, but twice, doing a double take to ensure she’s seeing what she’s actually seeing. And what is it she’s seeing, Cassidy Haze skipping along the side of her car, running her switchblade along the doors and leaving a gash in her wake.

Cassidy: Hi girlies.

Cassidy lifts her free hand to wave with her fingers.

Cassidy: Did I interrupt your gossip? Sorrys….

Alana: You see what I have to deal with?

Trinity is too infuriated to speak as she witnesses the surface of her expensive Porsche now ruined at the hands of Haze.

Cassidy: My Boss-Lady sends her regards.

Alana: I’m gonna tear her to pieces.

Alana begins to pursue the woman presently skipping away.

Trinity: NO!

Street wedges a hand to Alana’s chest, holding her back.

Trinity: That’s just what Lohan wants you to do. If you want to beat Brittany, you can’t give over to your emotions….

Alana just stands there, features tensing and rage building as she watches Cassidy skip through the parking lot.

JACKSON ADAMS VS. SILVERWOLF

”BREAK” by Three Days Grace explodes through the PA system and Jackson Adams is already immersing himself in the adulation of the crowd. Though they fawn all over him, Adams sneers and concentrates primarily on carrying the table that hangs to his side. He manages to drag it all the way down the ramp before setting it up and then sliding into the ring.

Dollar: If the fans weren’t already abuzz regarding Andre Jordan’s stunning title victory, now we’ve got Trinity Street in the building. So are we to presume then that Trinity is backing Alana Starr?

Susie: And both babies got BACK!

Dollar: Would you please refrain from speaking ever again? Especially when I’m trying to discuss this relationship between Trinity and Alana, one that will have HUGE effects on Starr’s match against Lohan at Invictus. I mean, if Street and Starr are together headed into our biggest pay-per-view of the year, it means bad things for Brittany Lohan.

Susie: And it looks like Jackson has some bad things in mind too, as he comes to the ring with that table in hand.

Dollar: This all stems from what happened on the last edition of Riot!

LAST WEEK

Why talk about it, when we can relive it via video package…actually, how about we do both? Yay for compromise.

A scene featuring Jackson Adams and Tyson Galloway collaborating in the destruction of the End Effect is relived.

Dollar: On our last edition of Riot!, Adams and Galloway both stated their cases for wanting a World Title opportunity, but then they were interrupted by the End Effect….which led to an impromptu no disqualifications tag match in which Adams and Galloway took on Rain and Brandy-Danielle.

Susie: And it was bedlam.

Many of the more memorable high spots of that match are briefly glossed over, such as Tyson spearing an airborne Garret, Adams giving Rain the unprettier onto the surface of the chair and Galloway eventually delivering stereo chokeslams on both members of End Effect. This culminates to Adams delivering the senton bomb and Galloway making the pin for his team.

Dollar: Galloway and Adams scored the win but just as the pair seemed to be in celebration mode…

Susie: YIPPEE for celebration mode…

Dollar: Things took a radical turn in the opposite direction.

Tyson’s manager, Arthur Cross occupies the apron, watching Galloway and Adams celebrate the win before extending his hand and gesturing down towards the canvas with his thumb. This prompts Galloway to catch a confused Jackson by the throat, heave him into the air and chokeslam him through a table.

Dollar: Galloway put Jackson right through a table by way of the chokeslam….and all because, as we found out on NewAge, Cross was sickened by Jackson’s disrespect shown towards the newcomers in this federation.

Susie: Which prompted Adams to make a mega-huge challenge.

NEWAGE

Adams is interviewed by Mark Comeau, giving him the opportunity to drop a bombshell.

Jackson: ….so how’s about this Tyson, Invictus, you and I…Tables are Legal. Accept, and make your statement Tyson.

The camera is fixated on the table that Jackson has set up at ringside, while in the ring Adams is running the ropes in preparation for the grueling challenge ahead.

Dollar: We’ve yet to hear from Tyson Galloway’s agent, Arthur Cross, regarding this challenge from Adams. But speaking of challenges, Jackson is going to have his hands filled with a major one this evening.

Susie: Yeah, he’s about to fight a man who defeated FIVE opponents last week in his debut.

Dollar: We’ll see how Adams fairs against a man of much the same size and proportions of Galloway.

Silverwolf’s intro-tunes brings many fans to the edge of their seats, wondering if tonight he’ll do something to top his previous effort…that being the destruction of five opponents at the same time. The big man moves through the curtains and down the ramp to a lukewarm response, the fans still warming up to the newest addition to the IWC roster.

Dollar: Well Silverwolf just destroyed everyone in that ring last week….can he do the same though when he’s facing an IWC veteran in the form of Jackson Adams?

Susie: Jackson is old and brittle, Silverwolf is old and brittle…can we just call this Grumpy Old Men the reboot?

Susie: In Jackson’s case, he has a reason to be grumpy…in Silverwolf’s case, I think the man is just perpetually a grump….As we found out a few moments before this match when cameras caught up with Aerik Walker.

As Silverwolf heads to the ring a small box appears in the corner of the screen, providing footage of the giant’s shoot.

Walker stands in the interview section with his arms crossed and a generally morose expression on his face.

Silverwolf: A lot of people think, ‘hey, big guy, ya gonna jabber on about beating five opponents last week?’ My answer to that….naaah….

He says while shaking his head and twisting his lips.

Silverwolf: Was it impressive? Probably. But why talk about dominating, when I can simply head to the ring and CONTINUE to dominate. Last week, I beat five up and comers, tonight, I beat an IWC legend.

The little box in the corner vanishes as Walker takes residency in the corner, leaning back first against it while watching the intense Adams pacing before him.

Dollar: Walker definitely a man of bold words.

Susie: I much prefer italicized words…their much cuter.

The bell chimes and Walker apathetically steps out of the corner only to walk right into a barrage of furious right hands. Jackson is unloading all his pent up aggressions on the giant, staggering him back to the turnbuckle. Adams, filled with righteous indignation, delivers a knife edge chop across Aerik’s chest.

The blow results in a resounding woo, but generates a far different response from Walker, his eyes widening and his face flashing with rage. Jackson takes a step back and noticeably gulps before connecting with another chop that has absolutely no effect on the giant. Walker then grabs Adams by the head and throws him into the turnbuckle. He retracts his hand and delivers an absolutely sickening open hand palm strike to the sternum.

Adams doubles over with arms crossed over his now red chest. Walker then stands him upright and delivers ANOTHER open hand chop.

Susie: That smarts!

Dollar: Each of these chops sounds like a cannon going off in the Manhattan Center.

Walker delivers a back elbow right to Jackson’s lips then takes him under the arm, charges him across the ring and throws him into the air with a big hip toss. In fact, Adams catches so much height from the toss he flips completely over and lands directly on his feet. Jackson then turns and rushes in to catch Walker off guard only to have Aerik catch him with a tilt a whirl that eventually leads Adams to his shoulder.

Aerik turns and rushes across the ring to throw Jackson into the corner with a snake eye….no…Adams slides off the shoulder of his huge opponent, lands behind him and then pushes Walker into the corner. Silverwolf turns and crashes into the turnbuckle with Adams following right behind so that he can immediately subject him to knife edge chops.

One after another nails Walker to the sternum, but this brief offensive fury is shut down via a straight headbutt from the massive skull of Silverwolf.

The strike knocks Jackson to the canvas, sending him rolling to the center of the ring. He gathers himself and starts to stand up to run back in at Walker, only to charge directly into a big boot.

Jackson’s face is crushed beneath the oversized boot of Walker, who then uses his hand to inflict damage. He reaches down, grabs Jackson by the throat, heaves him up onto his feet and then into the air, throwing Adams by the esophagus back first into the corner.

Walker then steps in and continues to use his palm to deliver blows. He pulls back his hand and delivers an open hand….nothing…Jackson squirms out of position and Walker’s hand cracks against the turnbuckle pad.

Aerik grimaces and reaches for his ailing palm just as Jackson rushes in behind him and delivers a big dropkick between his shoulder blades. Walker is knocked forward into the turnbuckle, bouncing off and then staggering back into Adams, who reaches up and tries to pull him down into a school boy.

Unfortunately for Adams, Aerik’s sheer girth makes it impossible to be pulled to the canvas. So Walker takes hold of the arm wrapped about his thigh, steps over it and then pulls Jackson forward into a side slam that is all kinds of devastating.

This is followed by the hooking of both Jackson’s legs.

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The rage consumed Adams manages to somehow thwart Walker’s victory.

Dollar: This match taking on the prototypical strength versus speed style we all thought it…..What’s that?

It’s Countess Nevena accompanied by her bodyguard, Viktor Drugov. The two are presently behind the barricade, where the Countess takes a seat in the front row and Viktor stands sentinel at her side, briefcase swaying beside his hip.

Dollar: Countess Nevena and Viktor Drugov….two individuals who were caught in the middle of the open warfare between Adams and Galloway on NewAge, coming out now for God only knows what reason.

Susie: Or maybe she’s looking for something else to add to her collection. If she has any Garbage Pail Kids cards, I’ll be her new best friend.

The Countess employs a set of opera binoculars to observe the action within the ring. And presently, what’s happening in the ring is the destruction of Adams by way of Walker’s elbow. He drops a big one directly into Jackson’s chest and allows his arm to simply drop over his opponent for the pin.

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Adams manages to kick out, resulting in a grumble from Walker and a second big elbow drop. Aerik drops his arm towards Adams, who rolls out of the way in the nick of time, causing the elbow to connect with nothing but canvas.

Aerik sits up and clutches at the arm that is then grabbed, folded over behind the back of his head and placed in an overhead wrist lock.

Dollar: Jackson is going to try and wear down the far bigger Walker.

Susie: Most deft got his work cut for him there.

The hold remains firmly established until Aerik reaches up, grabs Jackson’s bangs and pulls down on his head so that he can put fists into his face.

Jackson eventually breaks the hold while Walker rises to his feet in front of him and then drags Adams forward into a big lariat. But said big lariat hits a big fat nothing but air, as Adams ducks and takes off into the ropes. He ricochets off and comes back in at Walker, who turns directly into a dropkick to the sternum. Walker is staggered but not taken down, prompting Adams to scramble to his feet and then leap into the air drilling him under the jaw with a leaping back heel kick.

Walker is still on his feet though, prompting Adams to deliver a step up enzugari to the back of the skull. And yet even that isn’t enough.

Walker is staggered but still on his feet, giving Jackson no other recourse but to go high risk, which has not played out well for him in the past. He rushes towards the ropes, slides through them to the apron and now prepares to go springboard.

Dollar: Don’t do it, Adams, you blithering idiot.

Susie: Every time he tries to go springboard it has cost him dearly.

Dollar: Well never mind then…by all means, spring off the ropes Adams.

And that’s just what Jackson does…or more accurately, is FORCED to do, if he really wants to take Walker down. He leaps to the top cable and then flies off into a big crossbody that connects, but does not phase the seven footer. Walker instead plants his feet and holds Jackson across his chest before throwing him up and onto his shoulders. Adams tries to squirm free only to be pushed around into the F5!

The 747 plants Jackson’s skull deliberately into the canvas and sends his body rolling across the ring. Unfortunately, for Walker, Jackson’s veteran instincts kick in, which explains why he is spilling under the ropes. Adams manages to avoid being pinned and has managed to give himself some breathing room.

But in the process of putting himself out of harm’s way, he might have placed himself in even greater jeopardy. The moment Adams stands, Walker reaches over the ropes and snags him by the throat. Jackson’s eyes widen as Walker prepares to chokeslam him off the apron and through the table situated at ringside.

Dollar: Walker said he was going to make another impression here tonight, and that impression might be made on Adams….Which suits me just fine….I can never get enough of seeing Adams put through tables.

Walker is about to conclude this confrontation in the most violent manner imaginable, heaving Adams into the air. Yet Jackson manages to grab Walker’s arm and instead drop to the outside mats, yanking Aerik’s arm down into the top cable.

Walker’s arm bounces back and then is drawn to his stomach, Aerik curling over it.

Dollar: Awww…rats.

Walker continues to grip his aggravated arm just as Adams rushes up behind him, hooks it and then hooks the other one as well. He turns Aerik around and prepares to plant his face to the canvas via the unprettier only to have Silverwolf stand up. Jackson is forced to flip over and land on his feet behind Walker, who spins around and finds his gut subjected to a boot. Aerik bends forward as a result of the blow just as Adams hooks both of his arms and pins them to his sides. Jackson tries to get Silverwolf up for the package piledriver only to groan in response from the strain it puts on his back. He drops Silverwolf to his feet and the big man takes instant advantage.

He turns, drags Adams into his shoulders and heaves him up for the 747, the very move he delivered a few moments ago….but nooo…Adams slips off of the shoulder, lands behind Walker’s back, hooks both of his arms and then turns him around into the unprettier.

Walker’s face smashes the canvas and his body takes a fortuitous roll into the ropes.

Susie: Adams drops it like it’s hot.

Dollar: But ha-ha….

Susie: When did you turn into Nelson Muntz?

Dollar: Walker rolled into the ropes just like Jackson did earlier, preventing defeat.

Walker struggles to his feet on the apron, finding himself between the ropes and the table. And it’s this position that Jackson takes advantage of, rushing across the ring, springing off the middle cable and twisting into a dropkick on Walker’s shoulder.

The blow ALMOST sends Walker tumbling from the apron and through the table at ringside. There is a loud gasp, yet for no reason, because Silverwolf manages to wrap his hand around the top rope and prevent his tumble through the table.

He draws himself back to the apron just as Adams comes rushing in and lunges into the air with a crossbody. It connects against Silverwolf’s chest…but much like earlier, Walker manages to catch his opponent rather than be crushed by him. The well balanced Walker tosses Adams up and onto his shoulders, presumably about to go for the 747 that would dump Adams on his head through the table at ringside.

Dollar: Yes…yes…come on…don’t delay, put him through the table…today Walker!

The crowd is swept into a frenzy, but not because Walker plants Adams through the table with the 747….Instead it’s because Tyson Galloway has rushed to the ringside area with Cross at his side.

Dollar: Why are these two here? Please say it’s because their gonna rip Jackson’s face off.

Better…Galloway steps under an unassuming Walker, takes him around the waist and powerbombs him off the apron so that Silverwolf can deliver a Samoan Drop on Adams through the table. Both Walker AND Adams crash through the wood to a rousing ovation from the crowd. The official has no other recourse but to call for the bell, throwing out the match.

Dollar: Hooooly….Galloway putting Aerik and Jackson through a table.

Susie: That was one way of putting Jackson into the wood.

Dollar: Unfortunately Walker got caught in the way.

Susie: Just like Countess Nevena on NewAge.

Speaking of the Countess, she presently finds Viktor forming a wall between her and Galloway.

Tyson is cracking his knuckles as he approaches the barricade the pair of potential victims are standing behind, and Galloway’s agent is approaching the pair victimized by the plunge through the table. Arthur crouches beside Silverwolf and Adams, slightly slapping Jackson his cheek.

Arthur: Tyson Galloway will be seeing you at Invictus.

Arthur then turns towards Silverwolf.

Arthur: A thousand apologies, Sir, you were just in the wrong place at the wro…

To the shock of everyone…primarily Cross…Silverworlf reaches up and slaps his hand around the agent’s throat.

Dollar: I think Cross just shit a kitten!

Susie: Silverwolf is alive, he’s AAALLIVE!

The aggravated Silverwolf sits up amongst the chunks of wood, strangling the agent who’s client just interfered in this match. Before he can inflict any further damage on Cross, Silverwolf is shut down by a big running knee from Galloway that cracks him directly in the face. Silverwolf collapses to his back and releases Cross.

The Agent rolls across the mats gasping for air and rubbing his larynx. Galloway is steaming as he backs towards the barricade, ready to get another running start, this time for a spear on either Silverwolf or Adams, indiscriminant regarding who he devastates. But unfortunately for Tyson he’s put himself in a bad position, too close to the barricade.

A briefcase is swung right over the barrier and cracks Tyson in the back of his skull, one swung by Viktor Drugov. He and the Countess then take off running up the isle while Galloway rests on his elbows and knees, grimacing from the shot with the briefcase.

After the violence unfolding in the ring, cameras turn to the commentators who’s eyes remain as wide as saucers.

Dollar: Things continue to drift into total and utter anarchy here on Riot, with this war between Galloway and Adams now drawing so many others into the mix.

Susie: It’s been crazy here tonight since the word ‘GO.’ Wait…did anyone even say ‘go.’ I don’t remember.

Dollar: And speaking of crazy, people are still buzzing in regards to the Evolution Title change mere moments ago…

EARLIER TONIGHT

We cut to this historic moment as Andre Jordan defies so many obstacles in his pursuit of the Evolution Title.

Dollar: Mika Kozlov and Andre Jordan were putting on a grueling performance for the title and then…

Mika is shown raking and scratching and gouging Andre’s eyes, before she is eventually hit with a moonsault. This leads to the intervention of Chase Global…which forces Robert to take the group out…save for Lucas Knight. With taser in hand, Lucas is about to electrocute Andre only to have Romeo intervene with a swift kick to the crotch.

Dollar: Chase Global TRIED to cost Andre the Evolution Championship, but that backfired once Robert and Romeo got involved.

Susie: The stud muffin Robert took out Kyle Black, before he got laid on his bum by a brass knuckles shot from Gavin…And then Lucas got a kick in the old fun-bag by Romeo.

Dollar: And it ended up opening the door for….of all people….Rose.

Rose hits Mika with the taser then with the Black Rose, leading to the pinfall victory for Andre.

Dollar: Rose Savior shocks us all by showing up tonight and delivering the Black Rose to give Jordan the title.

Susie: That was some shocking shit.

The final visual is Jordan and Tabitha Silverstone celebrating with the title in the ring.

Gavin: This is absolute-grade A-BULLSHIT!

Gavin’s protest falls upon not only the ears of his fellow Chase Global brethren, but Frankie Paradise as well. The GM and Presidential Advisor stands outside of his office listening to Taylor’s tirade. Before Gavin can say anything more, his shoulder is snatched and Chase tries his best to calm him down.

Chase: Frankie….you have the power to fix this-this…INJUSTICE.

Frankie: What’ll you have me do?

Kyle: Obviously you need to strip Andre of the Evolution Title and return it to its rightful owner…

Black pats Gavin on the back.

Frankie: Well….I’m afraid I just can’t….

Lucas: Ooooh Frankie….don’t forget that you made several promises to me upon my return to a wrestling ring, promises you should start living up to.

Frankie: Is this about the Sierra Mist?

Lucas: This extends far beyond soda.

Frankie: Alright-alright-alright…simple fix. At Invictus, it’ll be Gavin Taylor and Kyle Black versus Andre Jordan and Robert…..tag team match for the Evolution Championship.

Kyle: OH COME ON!

Black throws his arms into the air and Gavin stomps his feet in agitation.

Gavin: This is crap and you know it….I SHOULD be the Evolution Champion right now…I won that God damned belt…

It becomes obvious that Chase cannot keep Gavin’s mouth shut, so instead he and Black drag him away from the nonplussed Paradise. Frankie just stands there and bats his eyes in response to Taylor’s hissy-fit.

Lucas: Now that I have your undivided attention….

The arm draped over Frankie’s shoulders hooks about his neck and assumes the role of a fishing line, reeling Paradise’s ear into Knight’s chest.

Lucas: I’d like for you to explain to me why I’m being booked in a four way for the number one contendership at Invictus.

Frankie: Oh…well…that wasn’t my decision, bro. Orlando’s cast-off, Kloe, decided you shou….

Lucas: So what you’re telling me is that that scrawny skeezer wields more influence than the little but mighty, Frankie Paradise?

Frankie: Well…

Lucas: You know none of this would have happened had you simply named me the number one contender from the start, instead of beating around the bush.

Frankie: I tried, good merciful heavens how I tried! But every time I’ve went to make that announcement, someone has derailed it.

Lucas: Hmmmm….so then, how are you going to fix MY problem?

Frankie: I promise you, Luc….

Lucas: Mr. Knight sounds better.

Frankie: I promise you, Mr. Knight, I will do everything in my power to get this decision overturned, and make sure you become the number one contender. As of this moment, my attention is on making you, and you alone, happy.

He says this while prying his head out of Lucas’ arms and inching backwards into his office.

Lucas: Happy you say? If you want to make me happy, then how about you help me deal with ANOTHER of my troubles.

Frankie: Oh?

Lucas: Romeo Damascus.

Frankie: I’m totes sure I can cook up a little sumtin sumtin to penalize Romeo for….

Lucas: No Frankie, you’re going to do far more than penalize Romeo….and you’re going to do it tonight.

EARLIER TONIGHT

Mr. Gaunt: Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here on this blessed day to commemorate the union of Mr. Whitman and Mrs. Prince…

With their hands interlocked, Whitman and Lois stare longingly into one another’s faces. They opt to ignore the taboo decorations and the unorthodox minister to embrace their affections.

Mr. Gaunt: Long have these two yearned to consummate their love for one another.

Simon: And there better be a lot of consummating between you two!

Cagero is hushed by many of Whitman’s family members, who also ease him back down into the pew.

Mr. Gaunt: Tonight they shall finally embrace in an affirmation of their undying endearment.

Simon: Get to the embracing already!

Mr. Gaunt proceeds in spite of Cagero’s heckling, directing his words now to the lovers he stands between.

Mr. Gaunt: It has been brought to my attention that the two of you have written your own vows….Would you care to recite them?

Simon: GGGRRR.

The first to speak up is Lois, who recites her vows from memory.

Lois: When we were first introduced by Kitty Buehler….

Kitty, one of Lois’ many bridesmaids, blushes in recognition of the role she played in this relationship.

Lois: I felt something I never had in my entire life. People talk about corny things like hearing music, or their heart fluttering, and up until our first meeting, I thought all of that it was just cheesy Hallmark stuff. But then, when our hands interlocked and shook, I did feel music, my whole body vibrated…

Simon: She was probably just getting a text on her phone.

Simon nudges his elbow into Uncle Robert’s bicep.

Lois: We’ve come a long-long way since that day. We’ve faced our fair share of obstacles….and traversed a windy road to get here. But even abductions….

The reference to Ba’al’s kidnapping of his fiancée, has Whitman’s teeth grinding.

Lois:…couldn’t drive us apart. In fact, every one of these obstacles have only strengthened our love for one another. They brought us closer, and the more I connected with you, the deeper in love I fell.

The back of her fingers caress Whitman’s cheek.

Lois: You have so much going on on the surface, like your meticulous hygiene, and certain shocking tattoos….

Mrs. Whitman: TATTOOS!?!

Percival’s mother, Martha, is about to launch out of her chair in rage.

Lois:…that one might not realize there’s even MORE going on beneath the surface. And I feel special that you’ve let me in, that you’ve let me see you for the faithful son, the good Christian, and the avid JJ Abrams fan we can always count on to be there.

A ring is taken from a small pillow being held by Al, and slipped unto Whitman’s finger.

Now it’s Whitman’s turn, reaching into his chest pocket and extracting the vows written by the Black Crusade.

Whitman: Ditto.

The smile on Whitman’s face starts to falter as he turns the card around in his hand, trying to see if there’s anything else written. There isn’t….

Mr. Gaunt: Now that we’ve moved past that moment of tenderness, is there any….

Whitman: Wait…wait…

Yes he even pantomimes a time out with his hands.

Whitman: Lois…

Said hands now grip his bride’s.

Whitman:…I can only say that I have truly grown to love you, and value every single moment we spend together. I truly couldn’t imagine spending my life with any other….

Mr. Gaunt: As I was saying…

Lois squeezes Whitman’s hands to keep him from lashing out

Mr. Gaunt: If there is anyone who would see fit to dissuade this lovey pair from pledging their lives eternal to one another, speak now or forever….

A hand rises from the pews, a hand belonging to Martha.

Mr. Gaunt: Excellent. Moving along.

If she will not be heard, then Mrs. Whitman will take another approach to making her disapproval evident. Unfortunately, Whitman’s father cannot catch up with her until she is in the isle and storming to the double doors at the end of it.

Mr. Gaunt: Lois Price, do you?

Lois: I do.

Mr. Gaunt: Mr. Whitman, you?

The attention of Whitman is NOT where it should be at the moment, eyes fixed on his mother, and his father in hot pursuit of her.

Whitman: I ummm…errmm….ah.

Mr. Gaunt: I’ll take your ‘ah’ as a yes. As thus it is my esteemed honor to declare that Mr. Whitman and Mrs. Price are NOW married. Kiss and let’s conclude these formalities.

Even though Lois’ lips near Whitman’s, his face remains turned to the double doors shutting behind his mother. Just then Mr. Gaunt reaches out, takes bride and groom by the back of their heads and forces their lips together.

Simon: YAY! Onto the honeymoon!

Cassidy Haze is skipping along down a corridor with her hands interlocked behind her back and a giant smile plastered over her face. She eventually reaches a door and turns around to acknowledge Alana Starr following along behind her, but at quite a distance. Every time Trinity tries to grab Alana’s shirt and talk some sense into her, the hands are swatted aside.

Cassidy: You two give up yet, or are you thirsty for more?

Kevin McCallister eat your heart out. The door at Cassidy’s side flies open and she steps inside, peeking out to make sure that Starr has taken the bait.

Trinity: I’m telling you, DON’T do this Alana…

Alana: Brittany and her little bitch are NOT gonna get away with this.

Trinity: If you go into that room, you’ll be playing right into Brittany’s hands…

Finally Alana stops and thinks a bit clearer.

Trinity: Trust me, this is why you asked for me to come to the IWC…to prevent you falling victim to Lohan’s tricks.

It takes every fiber of Alana’s being to turn down the opportunity to get her hands on Lohan and any of her associates.

Alana: Maybe your right….

Trinity: You can’t afford to be impulsive when it comes to Lohan.

Alana: Hmmm…good point.

Starr’s chin is tapped as the wheels in her head begin spinning.

Alana: I just had an epiphany….

Trinity: Uh-oh.

Alana: I’m tired of being on the defensive, it’s time to put the ball in MY hands tonight…I know the perfect way to get at Lohan…or I guess I should say, the perfect PERSON to help me get at Lohan.

Alana walks off with Trinity pleading for clarity.

Trinity: What’s that supposed to mean? WHO? Alana….stop and talk to me.

After a growl, Trinity takes off after Starr.

Cassidy peeks out of the room to see what the hold-up is.

Cassidy: Grrrr…..Boss-Lady ain’t gonna be happy….

The door suddenly slams shut and pushes Cassidy back into the room. A chair is then placed under the knob, barring it shut. Once she’s ensured that Haze is trapped inside, Abigail Lindsey in with her arms crossed.

Abigail: Cass, baby, can you hear me?

Her palm slides up and down the door, but then pulls back when the door begins to shake and rock.

Abigail: I’ll take that as a yes.

Cassidy: Abi, I swear to God if you don’t open this door I’m going to….

Abigail: Relax doll, I’ll open it…..once we’ve had the chance to talk things out.

Hurse: RACHEL FOXX!!

The curtains are almost ripped from their hooks by Hurse, who comes barreling through them. The trench coat that customarily adorns his body is shed, balled up and tossed to the ramp beneath his feet.

Dollar: Well, we’re back live in the ring and it looks to me like Hurse is not a happy camper.

Susie: What does he have to be happy about? Besides the fact that he can be the mascot for Long John Silver. Suddenly I’m craving hush puppies.

What has Hurse so worked up….should be obvious….but he’ll explain it anyways.

Hurse: You and Ba’al think you can just operate with impunity? That you can get away with whatever you want, without their being consequences?

An aggravated Hurse slips through the ropes, mic in hand and face wrought with emotion.

Hurse: You two have had it too easy for too damned long….But that’s about to end tonight.

The blazing intensity can be seen in his eye, smoke almost seeping from the socket.

Hurse: If Katelyn wasn’t sitting in the back right now nursing her injured hand, she’d be standing out here ready to wipe the floor with your spooky, mascara wearing asses. Well, on NewAge I stepped aside so she could have her match against Taylor Chase, but tonight, I STEP UP to get revenge on her behalf! So Rachel…Ba’al….one of you come out here, or both of you come out here, makes no difference to me….because somebody in the Sinistry is leaving here tonight in an ambulance!

Dollar: Hurse wants some retribution for his pal, Buehler, who’s hand was absolutely mangled by the Pestilence.

Susie: And now he’s about to do some mangling of his own….If Sinistry answers his challenge that is.

Dollar: Will either Rachel or Ba’al accept Hurse’s invitation to join him in the ring? We’ll find out after this commercial break.

Hurse paces in anticipation, but he isn’t about to wait forever….his skin squirming, and his veins pulsating through his flesh as he intently watches the stage for an answer to his challenge.

Abigail: I had a moment of weakness….Can you really blame me for that?

Lindsey is still leaning against the door and talking to the surprisingly quiet Haze trapped inside of the room.

Abigail: I can’t help having feelings for Alana…she seduced me. She brought me under her spell and lured me away from that ring. I know I should have stayed and watched your back, but I was naïve….I was impulsive…I was ‘in love.’ You understand love, don’t you baby?

Her finger draws a little heart shape on the door.

Abigail: Like the love you have for sis, you’re Boss-Lady. You would do anything for her, and at one time, I would do anything for Alana. So you HAVE to understand where I was coming from. I was just a smitten little kitten, I was blinded by love. I was so blind actually, that I completely lost sight of protecting the ones who TRULY cared about me. People just like you.

Her cheek slides up and down against the wood.

Abigail: So I understand…I know why you’re so angry…it doesn’t feel good to have your love betrayed. And that’s just what I did, my indifference to teaming with you in GDW, was like a dagger straight in your heart. And that’s why I’m not upset with you for dragging my name through the mud, for implying that I would even screw that super creepy Stuart Wright. You have every right to hate me. But….but….I know I can make you love me again. I know you can’t stay mad at me forever. I can make up for my mistakes if you just give me the chance….PLEASE….Go to that ring with me tonight and let me show you that I’ve changed…that I’m ready to be someone who doesn’t surrender to her passions.

There comes no response, be it out of anger or forgiveness from inside the room.

Abigail: So what do you say, Cass, can you give me one more chance? Just think about it, Cass and Abi back together, number one contenders. I know it would make Brittany happy to see us reuinted. Our issues are putting way too much strain on her that she doesn’t need. How about it then? Ready to give this another go?

She waits for an answer, but never receives one.

Abigail: Cass?

The blade of a knife pierces through the door and comes dangerously close to taking off the tip of Abi’s nose. She pulls back, runs a hand through her hair and grimaces.

Abigail: I’ll take that as a no.

The fans and Hurse are equally as anxious to find out the answer to the challenge that the former World Champion just made.

Dollar: We’re back…and Hurse has STILL yet to get an answer from Sinistry regarding his…

Ba’al: Steven…Steven Parkwood…

Dollar: Well, forget that.

The face of the newly anointed NHB Champion appears on the big screen, shoulder made heavy by the title belt. Ba’al addresses Hurse from a standing base…not slouching in an antiquated throne on this occasion.

Ba’al: Oh how the mighty have fallen. I remember a time when you were on the lips of wrestling fans the world over. When the dirt sheets were singing your praises, and everyone in the SCW and IWC locker-rooms were chomping at the bit in order to take you down off your pedestal. Yes, I can actually recall when defeating Hurse was considered an accomplishment. But now, not to speak in platitudes, it’s par for the course. You went from being a man legitimately feared, to a laughing stock. And now, here you stand, transformed from megalomaniac, leader of men, one of the most influential forces in this sin ridden industry of ours, to nothing more than a puppet dangling from the string of those with an actual future, and with actual talent…..

Hurse: I’m not interested in hearing you talk…

Ba’al: Well you should be. Because if you listened to my judgment, you would spare yourself the embarrassment of taking yet another in an endless string of beatings. If you paid attention to what individuals like myself, and to a lesser extent, Porno Lad, have been saying about your career, you would undoubtedly decide that retirement was your best option. Obviously you are no longer in possession of the unique skills that once made you such a viable threat….

Hurse: I’m not going anywhere until you and Rachel come out here and answer for what you did to Katelyn.

Ba’al: Tis a shame, cause neither Rachel or I have any interest in wasting our time beating a man who has already been so badly beaten down by his pitiable existence. Much like Katelyn Buehler was beneath the Suicide Queen, you are far beneath my level. I am the rightful number one contender for the World Heavyweight Title, so I shall not waste my energies on someone of your standing. However, if you insist on a fight this evening, I can satisfy that urge, by putting one puppet against another. Pestilence….please make Hurse answer for his sins.

As the Cartel-tron cuts from the image of Ba’al, the curtains open to reveal Jessica Wilde, Executioner and Jacob Laymon. The three minion tandem dubbed the Pestilence find themselves yet again traversing the ramp and heading straight towards Hurse.

Dollar: Pestilence AGAIN coming out here to do the heavy lifting on behalf of the Sinistry.

Susie: They’ve taken out one individual already, Katelyn Buehler, but can they do the same to this emotional, fired up Hurse?

Dollar: I think he might be regretting this impulsive challenge.

Hurse turns in circles, once again finding himself swimming with a school of sharks. Wisely Hurse rolls to the exterior of the ring to fetch an equalizer. What he finds is the steel pipe that Andre Jordan brought to the ring earlier tonight to send Chase Global fleeing. He now rolls back into the ring and holds the weapon at the ready.

Dollar: Hurse has got himself a game-changer.

Susie: Now he’s ready to face these three odd gooses.

The Pestilence understandably hesitates at ringside, the trio reluctant to go after a man gripping such a dangerous weapon. However, they become a bit more willing to inflict punishment upon Hurse when they spot the steel pipe torn from his clutches.

That very same masked individual who has aided Ba’al around every corner, now stands behind Hurse with the pipe in HIS possession.

Dollar: As if things weren’t uneven enough for Hurse, NOW that very individual who crushed Katelyn’s hand with the chair earlier, has pulled the pipe right out of Hurse’s hands.

With pipe in hand this mysterious masked man vacates the ring and allows the Pestilence to take over.

Laymon is the first to take advantage. Hurse is instantly on top of him though, dropping to his knees and blasting Jacob to the upper back the moment he slid into the ring. The forearms continue to connect with Hurse valiantly fighting for his livelihood…but he does not fair any better than Buehler. A big boot drills him to the cheek, delivered by Executioner.

Dollar: Hurse trying to step up to the plate for Katelyn, but the sheer numbers are just too much for him to handle.

Susie: Katelyn put up a better fight than this.

Dollar: Well, maybe what Ba’al said is true after-all, Hurse has lost his touch.

After delivering that massive kick, Executioner steps in and reaches down for Hurse, who makes a valiant effort to catch his leg and trip him down to the canvas, Hurse even stands up with arms wrapped about the thigh, but he can’t force the muscle behind Pestilence down to the canvas.

So Executioner blasts him to the upper back with a forearm, takes him around the neck and under the armpit and then throws him half way across the ring. The huge hip toss causes Hurse to almost reach the nose bleed section before coming down unto his back. He then reaches for his traumatized kidneys in the process of TRYING to reach his feet.

At long last he gets up, but only because Executioner pulls him up. He then holds Hurse in a spinebuster position just long enough for Wilde to leap over her partner’s back and drill their target to the throat with a lariat. The Hart Attack connects and leaves Hurse writhing on the canvas.

Dollar: Big…big mistake by Hurse tonight.

Susie: The way he styled his hair, I agree.

Dollar: Careful now, he’s even more protective of that hair than Porno Lad…who is ANOTHER individual that Hurse has run afoul of lately.

Things just keep getting worse for Hurse, who finds himself being rolled to his knees and placed in a camel clutch by the gigantic Executioner. His face is entirely exposed to the basement dropkick, both of Laymon’s boots blasting him to the bridge of his nose.

Hurse then falls flat on his face as Executioner slaps him on the back of the head, treating him like a mouse being played with by a cat.

Executioner only stops teasing Hurse to step out of the way of Wilde’s high risk move. Jessica has scaled to the top and is about to go airborne, perhaps on the verge of delivering yet another frogsplash. Suddenly she finds her path blocked by two figures she did not expect to see. Kordelia Price and Polly Norah slide into the ring and immediately apply the high angle arm bar and the heel hook on the already beaten down Hurse.

Dollar: And the Harem are here to make Hurse’s life even more painful.

Susie: These two have consistently been beating down Hurse at the behest of their master, Porno Lad….and it appears tonight won’t be any different.

Dollar: They’re taking advantage of the Pestilence’s handiwork though.

Susie: Whatever makes it easier, Johnny D.

Apparently the Pestilence doesn’t subscribe to Susie’s method of thinking, taking offense to the fact that they have to share their meals with hyenas. So both Laymon and Executioner interject, physically prying Polly and Kordy off the helpless Hurse.

And now it’s the Harem’s turn to take offense, swatting off the hands that clasp at them and then going face to face with the Pestilence members.

Susie: Uh-oh…powder keg time people.

Dollar: Things are about to explode between Pestilence and the Harem….Both groups fighting over Hurse’s scraps. Please oh please, tear each other apart.

The crowd finds themselves quite excited to see these two stables come to blows, and that’s exactly the payoff they get. Fists begin to fly between both groups, Polly blasting the jaw of Executioner and Laymon connecting with right hands on Kordy. Jessica drops from the turnbuckle and steps up behind both ladies, delivering forearms to their spines. The numbers even out when BMW slides into the ring and lends aid to her sisters, connecting with a big boot to Jessica’s ribs, then throwing forearms over her back.

Dollar: Harem in full force battling the Pestilence in full force….This is great.

The more the merrier….Total War have given the six in the ring more than enough time to decimate one another….now THEY yearn to get their hands dirty. The O’Brian’s slide in and indiscriminately go after anything that moves.

Dollar: Total War…Total War out here for revenge on the Harem!

Susie: This is all kinds of crazy, Johnny D. It’s crazier than spending a day with Robert. He took me to Mnooseville and everything….It was really quite a charming place, unless you count all the dead mnooses.

The violence is turned up to a whole new level thanks to Total War. Mark first blasts Laymon to the jaw with a forearm but only so he can have Kordy all to himself. Before Price has the chance to react, she’s being heaved into the air and over Mark’s shoulder, so that Sophie can take her around the neck and the two can connect with the Sudden Jolt.

Kordy’s head snaps back violently from the canvas and her body goes twisting across the canvas. Yet Total War won’t be happy until they’ve gotten their hands on all three members of the Harem, Sadly, the Pestilence isn’t going to make it easy on them, cutting off both Mark and Sophie with rights, lefts and kicks on the O’Brian’s. Total War responds accordingly, and now we have an absolute melee in the ring amongst three equally as crazed teams.

Dollar: How wide is my smile right now, Susie?

Susie: It’s pretty big…Did you just picture Silence carrying a My Pet Monster? It always brings a smile to my face.

Dollar: No…I’m just so thrilled to see the Harem getting what they’ve got coming their way.

Susie: Why must you be so gleeful over the suffrage of anyone associated with Porno Lad?

Dollar: Because I’m a very spiteful individual, Susie.

Security finally rushes out in droves desperately trying to bring a conclusion to this chaos.

Orlando: Would you two just STOP ALREADY!?!

And speaking of chaos…it continues to take place backstage, where Orlando is pursuing TPKid and Porno Lad. In spite of his best efforts, he cannot snuff the flames of hatred that consume both individuals. Lad has no time to listen, too busy grabbing whatever he can find and pulling it between himself and TPKid, the man still pursuing him with baseball bat firmly clutched. He doesn’t care what he tosses at Kid, be it condiments from a table, the entire table itself, stacks of paper, small miscellaneous boxes, or even human beings. An unfortunate stagehand is grabbed by the shirt and sent sailing into TPKid, before ultimately being pushed to the floor.

Orlando: That’s ENOUGH! This is getting out of control.

The horrified Porno Lad continues to flee from the man who haunts his every waking step.

TPKid: I’m gonna splatter your brains all over this building…

Porno Lad: You’ll have your work cut for you, because my brain is bigger than my dick!

An entire stack of crates are sent tumbling to the ground but it only creates a temporary barrier and brief reprieve for Porno Lad.

Orlando: You two are going to destroy the whole Manhattan Center if you don’t cut this out.

Orlando is right there in the thick of things, yet is STILL being ignored. Porno Lad and TPKid run right along past the camera while a huffing and puffing Orlando trails closely behind.

Orlando: I’m putting my foot down dammit!

No amount of stomping will end this chase and Porno Lad’s attempted get-away.

EARLIER TONIGHT

Lois: Here it is….

Price seems far more eager than Whitman as she approaches the door leading to their hotel room, key card between her fingers. Though this should be the happiest moment of his life, about to at long last close the deal with Lois Price, Whitman couldn’t be anymore disheveled. His eyes are glued to his feet and his chin taps his chest as he moves along ever so morosely.

Lois: Percy…what’s wrong?

She asks upon swiping the key across the card reader and looking over her shoulder at her husband.

Whitman: I’m afraid if I told you, it would only upset you.

Lois: But, you can tell me anything…we’re married now.

Her hands turn from the card-reader to rubbing Whitman’s shoulders and patting him playfully on the cheek.

Lois: We should be able to share everything.

Whitman: Well….I’m ah…afraid I just can’t enjoy myself, knowing how I’ve displeased Mother.

The hands move away from Whitman’s shoulders and drop to Lois’ sides.

Lois: Seriously? This is about your Mother? I thought we were past all that.

Whitman: It’s just…ah….I have never seen her this upset with me before. I’m not use to her being disappointed in me.

Lois: Relax, Percy, we’ll win her over. Just give it time.

As all of this is being said, a figure discreetly opens the door behind Lois’ back, the camera turning just enough to bring…

…Dean, Simon Cagero’s henchmen into view.

He tenses upon seeing Whitman and Lois already at the threshold of their hotel room, prompting him to employ the lightest step imaginable to get away unseen.

Whitman: That look in Mother’s eye, it was truly quite haunting.

Lois: Who is your Mother to condemn our wedding anyway?

Whitman: How dare you.

Clarence’s face flashes with anger.

Whitman: My Mother is the picture of morality…she is the most kind hearted, gentle, and loving soul….incapable of doing any harm…

Martha: Then why have you forsaken me?

Whitman tenses the moment his eyes rise and look over Lois’ shoulder towards the woman standing behind her, his mother.

Lois: Oh, hi Mrs. Whitman, I don’t think we’ve ever formally been introduced, I’m….

Martha: I know who you are you filthy harlot.

Lois: I’m sorry?

Martha: You’re the cankerous whore who seduced my son. You’ve turned my sweet, innocent little boy into a disgusting degenerate.

Whitman: Mother, please.

Martha: NO! I shall not bite my tongue any longer…If I had spoken up, this ‘wedding’ never would have happened.

Tears begin to form in Lois’ eyes while Whitman puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder. He then removes it the second he sees his Mother’s eyes scowling at the placement of the hand.

Martha: Furthermore, I will not stand idly by and allow the two of you to consummate this unholy union.

Mother Whitman snatches the room key from Lois’ palm and swipes it on the card reader, pushing the door open.

Marths: I’m staying here tonight to ensure there is no monkey business between the two of you.

Whitman: But Mother…

Martha: But nothing. You’ve disappointed me enough for one lifetime, I will tolerate it no longer.

Into the room she steps, leaving Whitman and Lois in a state of shock mixed with dread.

Lois: I had no idea she was so angry…

Whitman: Mother can be quite spirited at times. But don’t worry, I’m sure we can find an unoccupied flat somewhere in this massive hotel.

Lois: So you still want to?

Whitman: I suppose….You just stay here and I’ll talk to the clark about getting us another room.

Lois: The clark? Who’s Clark?

Whitman: You know, the one who works the bloody lobby.

Lois: Oh…the CLERK!

Whitman: Just wait here.

The moment Whitman takes his leave of Lois, Dean peeks out from behind a corner down the hall, smile gracing his face.

UNITY VERSUS ABIGAIL & HAZE
TAG TEAM TITLE NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIPS

Can you hear me, Boys?

The response couldn’t be anymore deafening as Kathryn Pearson and Yvonne Knight step through the curtains. Unity occupies the stage only briefly to soak in the adulation before they proceed down the ramp and towards the ring.

Dollar: God, if there’s one person’s shoes I definitely wouldn’t want to be in, it’s Whitman’s….Even on his wedding night the guy can’t catch a break.

Susie: Yeah….he’s been screwed more than Pamela Anderson in a sex tape.

Dollar: Why did you have to mention the word ‘sex,’ when we have Pearson and Knight headed to the ring? You know the sick images you just put in my head, right?

Susie: You’re welcome.

Dollar: Well, Ivy and Kathryn not only quickening my heart-beat, but also heading down the ramp to fight Abigail Lindsey and Cassidy Haze…

Susie: Well, not only fight but defend their number one contenderships for the Tag Team Titles against them.

Dollar: I have no idea how Abigail managed to get that little stipulation added in there.

The fans try to scream even louder to pay proper respect to Ivy and Kathryn, but they find themselves already spent after what has been a roller coaster of a night. Thankfully Pearson, waist adorned by the X-Class Title, is about to give them a breather as she requests the use of a microphone.

Dollar: Looks like Pearson has a little something on her mind.

Susie: Well, she’s definitely been dealing with a lot these past few weeks. What with the constant barrage of attacks by Amanda Blayze, and the fact that she will be putting both her X-Class Title and her contract for a one on one match with Brittany Lohan, on the line at Invictus.

These are all subjects Kathryn is about to discuss, but first….

Kathryn: Okay, I totally have like no clue what Abigail had to do…or WHO she had to do, in order to get this match tonight….

Oooooh snap.

Kathryn: But unlike Abi, Ivy and I aren’t about to take this lying down.

And now Ivy is even finishing Kathryn’s thoughts for her…doing so with the use of her own microphone.

Ivy: Everyone has to admit that this match tonight is a bit of an injustice. How is it fair for Abigail and Cassidy to challenge us for our Tag Team Title number one contenderships?

Kathryn: We fought our delectable asses off to get that title match…So I think we deserve an explanation as to why we’re now forced to defend it. Frankie, we know your hands are all over this one…

Ivy: He can be handsy.

Kathryn: Come out and explain yourself, Frankie. Or we’re gonna kick that little tush of yours.

Amanda: Surprise-surprise…

Kathryn and Yvonne are truly united in their expression of rage at the sight of Amanda Blayze. The ever so dangerous Blayze pauses on the stage and tries not to listen to the mixed reaction she’s getting.

Amanda:…Kathryn Pearson and another conspiracy theory…Who would have thunk it.

Blayze slaps her own forehead in Mark Harmon fashion.

Amanda: What’s with you and thinking the whole world is out to get you? Kathryn, newsflash, you’re not that important.

Knight grabs Pearson from behind by her waistband, keeping her from retaliating at Blayze.

Amanda: And the only reason you have my attention right now, is because you have a few things I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on. Come time for Invictus, those things WILL be mine. So don’t even worry about losing the number one contenderships at the Tag Team Titles….it’s the least of your worries…

Blayze paces the stage as she tears Kathryn down more than a few pegs.

Amanda; I’m gonna take that contract for a match against Brittany Lohan, and I’m gonna take the X-Class Title too….No…wait…I’m not gonna stop there…because I’m taking the respect all these people have for you, and I’m going to strip that away along with everything else. And then, there’s going to be nothing left but the ignorant little girl, who constantly gets in over her head because she wants to believe every little lie people tell her. Ashley Marie Chase found out what happens to people who question my credibility, and you, Kat, you’re gonna be next.

The door trapping Cassidy Haze rattles and bangs, the Wild Card attempting to escape but having no such luck. It isn’t until the chair is removed from beneath the door knob that Cassidy finally manages to burst out into the hall, almost tripping to the floor in the process. However, Brittany Lohan is there to catch her, grabbing the bicep and propping her up.

Haze: Oh Boss-Lady….so happy to see you.

Her arms extend to her sides for a hug only to have a palm wedge to her chest, Lohan holding he protégé at bay.

Brittany: What were you thinking?

Haze: Erm….what?

Brittany: I thought I made it abundantly clear that we were through, Cass.

Cassidy wears an expression of betrayal.

Brittany: So why then are you trying to attack Alana on my behalf?

Haze: Because we’re NOT through, Boss-Lady. I refuse to believe you can simply throw me aside like I mean nothing to you. Besides, rather you want to believe it or not, you still need me, now more than ever. I was going to remind you of that tonight, by luring two little flies into my web.

Brittany: The only thing I need is for this relationship to be over, Cass.

Haze: But…but why?

Brittany: You’re issues with my sister, Abi, are a distraction, one that I can ill afford at the moment. How can I be expected to focus on Alana, when you’re running around threatening to carve my sister up with your switchblade?

The threats made by Haze on NewAge towards Abi are definitely coming back to haunt the protégé now.

Haze: Alright, I understand Boss-Lady. But-but, what if…

Here comes an extreme hypothetical.

Haze:….I show you that Abi and I can get along?

Brittany: That doesn’t sound very likely.

Haze: No-no….I’ll prove it, Abi and I will totally go out there and work as a team tonight, you’ll see…we’ll be on the same page and everything…..And then you, me, and Abi, we’ll all be one big happy family.

Brittany: I don’t know….

Haze: Just give me a chance, Boss-Lady….You owe me that much.

Lohan does not like the idea of being indebted to anyone.

Brittany: Alright, but if you’re going to make your case, then you might want to get to the ring….like right now….Pretty sure your tag match is already about to start.

Haze: Alright…alright…

An eager Haze skips to the ring.

Haze: You won’t regret this, Boss-Lady, you’ll see.

Lohan: Yes, I will.

Cameras return to ringside to find Abigail Lindsey already running around the squared circle slapping the outstretched hands of the fans while her intro track feeds through the loud speakers. She then leans back over the barricade, allowing the crowd to slap her shoulders and pat her on the back. ‘The Red Widow’ Maxine Moore watches Lindsey indulge her need for affection, leaning against the apron with arms crossed.

Abigail: Gotta love me.

Kathryn and Yvonne don’t. They’re more than just a little aggravated by the woman who managed to pull all the right strings to get this match booked here tonight.

Dollar: This number one contendership for the Tag Team Titles about t go down tonight. And as I understand it, that woman right there living it up with the fans is responsible for this match taking place tonight.

Susie: She wants to get back in Cassidy’s good graces to make up for something that happened while the two were a team in GDW.

Dollar: As I understand it, Abigail abandoned Cassidy right in the middle of a tag team match due to an infatuation with Alana Starr….

Susie: Who can blame, Abigail, would you rather date someone who’s skin looks like it’s made of Elmer’s Glue, or someone who actually has pigment AND looks like a Mexican super-model?

Dollar: I don’t know, depends on if your into necrophilia.

Susie: I don’t find sleeping disorders to be that appealing.

Dollar: That’s narcolepsy you moron.

Abigail climbs up onto the apron and waves towards the ladies stewing inside the ring. Ivy and Kathryn find themselves just a little agitated by the words spoken by Amanda Blayze a few moments earlier.

Abigail: Sorry sweethearts, nothing personal.

Things are about to get personal though.

Abigail already knows that Cassidy is going to be a no-show, considering Lindsey left her trapped in the room, but she still longingly stares at the entry way, hoping for some type of divine intervention.

Dollar: Looks like Cassidy is going to leave Abigail high and dry the same way Lindsey did to her in GDW.

Susie: Well it was kind of a long shot to begin with.

Dollar: Yeah, I don’t know if Abigail really wants to reconnect with Cassidy, or she just can’t stand the idea of someone being mad at her.

Susie: When you go through life being universally loved, it’s hard to know someone harbors such ill-will towards you.

There is still no response from the back, as Ivy approaches Abi.

Ivy: Looks like you put your trust in the wrong person, hon.

The thought causes Abigail to respond impulsively, her forearm drilling Ivy right in her cheek. Knight spirals across the ring grabbing at her lips while Lindsey slides through the ropes behind her and charges across the ring. She catches the back of Knight’s head and lunges forward into a one handed bulldog.

Dollar: And we’re FINALLY underway here with this tag team….actually…I guess it’s more of a handicap affair now.

Abigail rolls onto Ivy and begins to drill her to the face with forearm after forearm, looking far more intense than she has in recent weeks. She then stands up and delivers a big leaping knee drop directly to Yvonne’s face.

She then rises to her feet, backs across the ring and ricochets off the cables before lunging into a big splash. But Ivy rolls out of the way, causing Abigail to splash nothing but the canvas while Ivy slides up beside her, grabs the arm and tries to apply an arm-bar submission hold.

Lindsey is grounded and grimacing while Knight reaches out with a free hand and tags in Pearson.

Kathryn scrambles up the turnbuckle and then leaps off into a double axehandle to the shoulder and bicep of her opponent’s trapped arm. Lindsey rolls away to the center of the ring, getting to her knees while the X-Class Champion steps in behind her, grabbing the arm, folding it up behind her back and applying the hammerlock.

Dollar: We’re seeing the submission based offense these two are known for. Unity working over the arm.

Susie: Kathryn’s probably still all POed about what Amanda had to say before this match.

Dollar: I for one can’t wait to see Pearson and Blayze battle it out in that 2 out of 3 falls match. All part of our HUGE Invictus event.

Susie: It’s gonna be a bare knuckled, drag out fight, that’s for sure.

The hammerlock twists Abigail’s arm at a nasty angle, but Lindsey pushes through the punishment. She eventually bridges herself up from the canvas and delivers a back elbow directly to Pearson’s cheek. Then does so again, and again. Maxine slaps the apron several times with both palms, trying to fire up the woman she’s being paid to protect.

The motivation tactics seem to be working, Lindsey managing to blast Pearson in the face with an elbow so vicious it at last causes her to break the submission. Abigail then spins around, grabs Pearson around the head and delivers a one legged monkey flip, sending Kathryn flying through the air. She crashes down on her back and now Lindsey goes rushing into the ropes in front of her, ricocheting off and into a running knee that blasts Kathryn to the face.

Abigail then turns and falls into the lateral press…determined to win this match with or without Cassidy.

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The X-Class Champion gets her shoulder up, intensifying Lindsey’s efforts. She grabs Kathryn around the neck, drags her up to her feet and then begins to pull her along into the ropes for a springboard bulldog. She leaps into the air and is about to kick off the ropes only to have Kathryn wedge a shoulder to the small of the back and push her over the cables instead.

Surprisingly Lindsey is able to land on the apron, grabbing the top rope in the process. She then spins around as Kathryn comes running in. But Abigail tries to cut her off, bending down to drive her shoulder through the ropes and into Pearson’s ribs.

Kathryn catches her around the head though instead of being subjected to the shoulder block to the ribs. Pearson then drags Abigail through the ropes with both arms now hooked before connecting with a bridging butterfly suplex.

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Abigail manages to get a shoulder up but Kathryn maintains the butterfly lock, rolling to her side and dragging Lindsey along for the ride. The two stand up with Kathryn backing up across the ring and letting Ivy slap her shoulder. Knight climbs the corner and then dives off into a double axehandle of her own, this one connecting over Lindsey’s upper back.

Knight then grabs the arm and transitions into the arm bar, pushing down on the shoulder while wrenching up on the bicep.

Dollar: Abigail giving it her all out here tonight, but I’m afraid that when you’re facing a team as well-oiled as Unity…..mmmm….sorry, just pictured Ivy and Kathryn in baby oil.

Susie: When’s the last time you got laid?

Dollar: When did they close the last Chi-Chis?

Susie: My God.

Lindsey struggles but has little success against these types of odds, but it doesn’t stop her from fighting. And her passions are renewed once Made of Scars by Stone Sour brings Cassidy Haze towards the ring.

Dollar: Oh well…things just got very interesting.

Susie: Cassidy Haze is here….She’s actually here…

Dollar: But God only knows for what purpose.

A mask of anger hangs over Cassidy’s face as she swallows her pride and scales the stairs. Abigail’s face lights up at the sight of Cassidy taking a spot in her team’s corner, compelling her to begin fighting back now that there is light at the end of the tunnel. She struggles to her feet and then spins her body out of the arm-bar into a discus forearm. But Ivy ducks, causing Abigail’s forearm to travel right over her skull.

She then turns back towards Lindsey, who rushes in for a double axehandle aimed at Ivy’s head only to receive a knee right to the ribcage. Abigail doubles over and Yvonne takes her around the neck and hooks the crease of the knee, presumably setting up for the Jinxed. She heaves Abigail into the air to end this confrontation and end it quickly only to receive a knee to the top of her skull for her troubles, Yvonne releasing Abigail as a result and allowing Lindsey to drop over her shoulder.

Abigail lands behind Yvonne, takes her around the neck then rushes at the ropes, leaping into the air and not only kicking off the top rope, but putting both her boots directly in Kathryn’s face. She kicks Pearson off the apron and then twists around spiking Yvonne face first against the ring with a springboard bulldog.

Dollar: Abigail taking out TWO at once. God I’d love to have my own two at once with Unity.

Susie: Someone give Abigail a feathery boa, cause she’s hulking up.

Abigail is indeed surging with energy…but this surge will only do so much for her…the damage inflicted on her body having taken its toll, hence why she has to crawl across the ring as opposed to step across it. She inches across elbows and knees towards Haze in the corner, who is already weighing pros and cons, debating rather she wishes to reach out and make the tag. Blood actually forms in her lower lip as her teeth dig into it, overwhelmed with primal rage at the sight of her former love extending a hand for the tag.

Dollar: Moment of truth here.

Susie: Is the tag gonna happen? Is Cassidy truly able to overlook her past with Abigail?

Dollar: We’re going to find out here and now.

Haze’s whole body trembles, her skin squirming at the thought of slapping Abigail’s palm, as she’d much rather slap another area of her anatomy. So she cocks back her fist and swings it into a tag, connecting with Abigail’s palm to a roar from the crowd. Haze immediately slides into the ring just as Yvonne comes charging in with a lariat that Haze ducks, shooting off into the ropes behind her. Knight spins around as Haze launches into a diving knee strike to the face, taking both attacker and prey down to the canvas.

Dollar: Cassidy makes the tag….as hard as it is to believe, Cassidy actually CAN coexist with Abigail.

Susie: See, no one can stay mad at Abigail.

Dollar: Cassidy can’t afford to if she wants to stay with Abigail’s sister, Brittany Lohan.

All of the anger that Cassidy has stored up for Abigail is employed against Yvonne. The Unity member rises to her feet and gets scooped into the air before being driven to the canvas. Haze then takes off into the ropes, bounces off and ultimately connects with a Mutah style elbow drop. She then rises to her feet just as Pearosn comes rushing in to save her partner. But Cassidy kicks her to the gut, applies a front chancery and then snaps over, delivering a vertical suplex on the X-Class Champion.

Dollar: Although Cassidy doesn’t like the idea of teaming with Abigail, it does at the very least present her with the opportunity to do some damage to Pearson. One of Brittany Lohan’s greatest rivals.

Susie: Yeah, so it’s not all bad.

Kathryn lies beside her tag team partner, while Cassidy is speaking into her ear.

Haze: Might as well as hand that contract to Blayze, because when I’m through with you, there’s going to be nothing left to fight her at Invictus.

She then pulls Kathryn up to her seat, wrenching back on the chin while delivering rapid fire punches directly into Pearson’s forehead. Jab after jab lands with Pearson intent on inflicting brain damage if that’s what it takes to win her way back into the good graces of her Boss-Lady.

Haze: Boss-Lady’s gonna love what I do to your face. I’ll destroy you if that’s what it takes to make Boss-Lady happy again.

That’s when Haze is caught from behind by Knight, who looks to save her partner by wrapping her hands around Cassidy’s hips and dragging her down to the canvas into a sunset flip pin.

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Cassidy rolls over backwards out of the pinning predicament and onto her feet, before rushing right at the now seated Ivy. She comes rushing in to deliver a running boot but Knight gets her feet up, wedging them to Haze’s inbound ribs and throwing her over into a monkey flip. However, Haze lands directly on her feet just as Pearson comes flying off the ropes in front of her, delivering a diving forearm smash.

Haze goes down with Pearson landing beside her. The crowd pays proper respect for the last sequence that has toppled Haze, leaving her sprawled across the ring and ailing from this onslaught.

Dollar: Cassidy was on fire for a few moments there, but Unity works so well together they managed to shut her down.

Susie: Kat and Ivy work better together than prune juice and the colon.

Dollar: I could have thought of about a thousand analogies that were far less disgusting.

The forearm smash has both ladies down, and has opened the door for Knight. She steps in, takes hold, and pulls up Haze’s leg, then drags her over to stomach, applying the Knight Lock. The high angle half crab has the crowd rejoicing, realizing that Ivy might very well be on the verge of gaining the submission and securing the number one contendership for her team.

Cassidy’s hand raises into the air but balls up before she can even process the notion of tapping out.

Dollar: Unity on the verge of retaining their number one contenderships for the Tag Team Titles.

Susie: But Cassidy’s not gonna tap, she can’t…girl’s got no rhythm…ain’t got no soul.

Cassidy’s fingers ball up into a fist that swings violently into the canvas, Haze pushing herself up into a crawling posture while eying the ropes which seem so far away. So she comes up with another idea, as upsetting as it may be….she’s going to make the tag…Though she can’t figure out what would be worse, tagging out or tapping out.

Abigail is getting the fans fired up, trying to make them motivate Haze.

She is then about to reach over the ropes and make a tag that will further rekindle their past bonds before Lindsey’s focus suddenly diverts to the entry way. Why? Because Alana Starr and Trinity Street are making their way from the backstage area.

Dollar: Starr and Street? What are these two doing here?

Susie: I think they’re out to slice Haze to pieces just like Cassidy cut up Trinity’s Porsche.

Dollar: And Alana couldn’t have picked a more opportunistic time to get her hands on Brittany’s protégé.

Abigail realizes that her former flame is at a very high risk from a 2 on 1 mugging, prompting her to drop from the apron and cut Alana off at the pass. Starr immediately begins to bicker with her good friend Lindsey, who is trying her best to talk Alana down.

Abigail: Listen baby, you need to give Cassidy a pass. My sister had her all worked up…And you know how passionate Brittany makes people.

Cassidy at last looks up from the canvas with her palm extending out for a tag only to find NO ONE in her corner. Haze’s eyes frantically search for her partner and now find her consorting with Alana at ringside.

Cassidy: No….

Her lower lip quivers with emotion, automatically assuming the worse, that Abigail has yet again left her twisting in the wind in favor of connecting with Starr.

Dollar: I think Cassidy has got the wrong idea here.

Susie: Yeah, it seems that she thinks Abigail has ditched her to flirt with Starr once again.

Cassidy becomes even more enraged when she spots Lindsey patting Starr on the shoulders, trying to soothe her via a comforting massage.

Abigail: Now that Cass and I are friends again, I’ll make sure she never bothers you again.

Alana smiles and nods as Abigail turns to make her way back to the ring.

Alana: Who said I was here for Cassidy?

Starr’s forearm drills Abigail between the shoulder blades, knocking her down to the ramp.

Dollar: What in the Sam hell?

Susie: Alana’s attacking her friend.

Dollar: No, she’s attacking Brittany’s sister.

Trinity stands back with an absolutely stunned expression on her face, watching with a slacked jaw as Alana scoops Abigail into the air and slams her down onto the hard steel section of the ramp. Maxine rushes around the ramp and towards the pair just as Trinity puts herself between Abigail’s bodyguard and Alana. As a result Street is forced to exchange shots with Maxine, as the Red Widow reacts with shots of her own.

All the while Alana is bending down over Abigail and snatching hold of her hair, methodically dragging up to her knees.

Alana: Wish it didn’t have to be this way, Abi….but you’re one of the few people Brittany still cares about. One day you’ll understand.

It won’t be today, evident as Abigail heaves Alana up onto her shoulder and uses her strength to charge her up the ramp and spine first into the steel beams supporting the Cartel-tron. Alana’s body buckles but her resolve to inflict psychological damage on Lohan, by inflicting physical punishment on Abigail will not be derailed. She begins to pound Lindsey over the back with forearms then throws her through the curtains to the backstage area.

As all of this is happening outside of the ring, referee Fitzpatrick is far too preoccupied with what’s going on inside of it. A truly crestfallen broken hearted Cassidy just lies with her cheek pressed to the canvas and her leg folded up into an excruciating submission hold. After being ‘duped’ by Abigail a second time, Cassidy has obviously lost the will to fight, evident as she just lies there and puts up absolutely no defense to this hold.

Dollar: I’ve never seen Cassidy like this before.

Susie: She looks absolutely crushed.

Though she is quite clearly still conscious, Fitzpatrick still lifts Cassidy’s arm into the air then watches it just fall lifelessly to the canvas. Cassidy makes no attempt to raise it back into the air and keep this match going, harboring no intention of keeping this match going

So Fitzpatrick signals for the bell amidst wave upon wave of elation crashing into the ring.

Dollar: Cassidy just…just gave up.

Susie: And Unity retains their number one contenderships as a result.

Kathryn and Yvonne climb diagonal corners celebrating this win while the X-Class Title now hangs from Pearson’s palm. As Unity’s music plays in conjunction with their victory celebration, a flaccid Cassidy just lies there on the canvas, face sunken into the ring and heart dropped into the pit of her stomach.

Dollar: Poor Cassidy.

EARLIER TONIGHT

Dean: I got good news, and even better news.

Dean hasn’t been this excited since they announced the release of the Battlestar Gallactica blue ray box-set. Clearly Simon Cagero is just as enthused and eager to hear what his underling has to reveal. The former World Champion currently stuffed in a smoker’s jacket, puffing on an ivory pipe, and standing in a hotel room adjacent to the one the newly-weds are supposed to be occupying, has his ears fully tuned to Dean’s big news.

Simon: Well?

Dean: The eagle has landed.

Simon: Huh?

Dean: The monkey is in the barrel.

Simon: What monkey?

Dean: The plane is being taxied into the hangar.

Simon: Just stop with the euphemisms already.

Dean: Sorry. Just….just…

Simon: Sp…sp…SPILL IT.

Dean: Alright already. Everything is going exactly according to plan…better actually. I got you totally hooked up…cameras, microphones, the whole shebang…. and I finished setting it in place just before Lois and Whitman got to the room.

Simon: Excellent, so they’re in their hotel room now?

Dean: Even better. LOIS is in the hotel room, I saw Whitman leaving for God only knows what reason. It’s like the universe provides…they’ve gifted you the perfect opportunity to put the moves on Price.

Simon: That’s convenient.

He tokes on the pipe.

Simon: I suppose I’m not going to get a better chance than this.

Dean: Totally bro. That choir chick is prime for the pricking….

Simon: She’s a church chick…not a choir chick…I think there’s a difference.

Dean: Yeah, we’re splitting hairs here.

Simon: No…I’M about to split some hairs.

Dean: You go and work your magic and I’ll catch everything on camera.

Simon: Yes, and that video will prove invaluable to setting up Orlando and his bride.

Dean: Once you threaten to release this sex tape with that Taylor Chase look alike, and the world actually thinks you banged Chase, Orlando will HAVE to give Romeo that number one contenders spot they stole from you

Simon: God, when you say it out loud, it really does sound absolutely ridiculous. But well, desperate times can bring the ridiculousness out of you.

The collar of the smoker’s jacket is fixed, Simon trying to look as debonair as possible.

Simon: How do I look?

Dean: Positively studly bro, positively studly. Now go split that bitch.

Simon: Time for the plan to finally come together.

COMING SOON TO DVD

Abigail: What’s wrong with you?

Alana: This has to be done Abi…it just has to!

Abigail and Alana go twisting through the gorilla position, connecting with a barrage of right hands and forearm shivers. In the background another fight is being broken up as security manages to separate Maxine from Trinity.

A well placed boot to the shin brings Abigail down to her knees, putting her in an appropriate spot for a DDT into the concrete. Starr wraps arm around Lindsey’s neck and prepares to finish her off.

Alana: If you want to blame anyone for what’s about to happen to you, blame Brittany!

She prepares to snap back into the DDT and crack the skull on the concrete when Brittany Lohan comes charging in and almost beheads Alana with a big lariat, knocking her down to the floor.

Brittany: You shouldn’t have made this so personal, Alana.

Like a monster in an 80’s slasher flick, Lohan approaches the laid out Alana, about to subject Starr to the very trauma she was about to inflict on Abigail.

Alana: Come on Brittany, do your worse! Nothing is going to stop me from coming after you….NOTHING!

Brittany: Oh, I think we can put that to the test.

An absolutely sick grin forms on Lohan’s face.

Cassidy: HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME!?! How could you do this to me again?

Lohan turns the moment she hears Cassidy’s shrill cries echoing through the corridor. The Blue Eyed Devil turns and spots Cassidy on top of Abigail, laying into her with a barrage of forearms to the face.

Cassidy: I should have known….I should have known you’d betray me again.

As Cassidy reaches into her corset to grab her switchblade, Brittany intervenes, grabbing Haze by the shoulders and prying her off of Lindsey, tossing her right on her butt.

Lohan: That’s enough!

Lindsey looks up while palming her lip, and at the same time Cassidy looks up while palming her backside. Brittany stands between the two, palms extended in both their directions.

Lohan: I’m fed up with this…Cassidy…I warned you…

Haze is about to speak up before being cut off.

Lohan:…and you didn’t listen…Now we’re through…

A steel chair cracks Lohan to the upper back, swung by a vengeful Starr. The blow knocks Lohan to the concrete, landing directly between Haze and Abigail..

Alana: You can’t get rid of me that easily.

Alana pulls back the chair only to have Trinity step in and wrap an arm around her waist.

Trinity: She’s had enough.

Alana: What the hell is wrong with you, Trinity? Get out of my way?

In spite of her pleas, Trinity is doing what’s right, and what’s right is keeping Alana from crossing THAT line.

But the damage has already been done, Brittany finding herself reeling from the collision with the chair.

Abigail: Britt, are you okay?

Lindsey crawls in wrapping her arms around Brittany’s neck, trying to console her.

Haze: Take your hands off my Boss-Lady, you back-stabbing WHORE!

Cassidy pushes Abigail violently aside so that SHE can hug and protect Lohan. All the while Maxine is crouching down behind Abigail, providing little comfort to the stunned young Lindsey.

Porno Lad: Somebody stop him…Security…SECURITY!!

The cardio vascular conditioning of Porno Lad has definitely been tested this evening. His endurance continues to be challenged even now, as the staggers through the curtains and almost loses his footing. Somehow he manages to catch himself and turn his stumble into a jaunt towards the ring…

Dollar: Why am I looking at Porno Lad right now? Didn’t we see enough of him earlier on when he and the Harem took on Kid and Total War?

Susie: With Porno Lad, less is definitely more.

Dollar: Unless when it comes to seeing this loud mouthed braggart getting his ass handed to him…and by the looks of things, that’s exactly what we’re about to see.

Another figure who has to be winded given his over hour long pursuit of Porno Lad, is TPKid, yet he hasn’t even broken a sweat. No, his mind is so all consumed with rage that he won’t even allow the idea of fatigue to enter his head….refusing to give up stalking his prey until his baseball bat has pulverized Porno Lad.

Dollar: TPKid refusing to give up, he won’t stop until he absolutely destroys his former tag team partner. More power to you, Kid. Give him a couple cracks for me would you? I’ll gladly aid you in hanging Lad like a piñata.

Susie: Is there no end to your bloodlust?

Dollar: Not when it has anything to do with Porno Lad, or Jackson Adams, or End Effect, or anyone who works at the post office.

The fans begin to toy with the idea that finally, at long…long last, TPKid will get his hands on Porno Lad….After weeks of chasing the Original Prankster, Kid has him in his crosshairs, and he is baring down upon him. Porno Lad rolls into the ring and tries to run across it to dive through the far ropes, but TPKid cuts him off.

Kid swings a bat at the head poking through the ropes, causing Porno Lad to leap back to the center of the ring. He then attempts to exit through the opposite set of cables only to have TPKid rush around and block his path. The bat ALMOST connects with Porno Lad’s knee, but he pulls back in the nick of time.

Dollar: You’re not going anywhere Porno Lad. TPKid has you cornered.

TPkid slides into the ring as Porno Lad back peddles across it, palms outstretched and gums flapping.

Porno Lad: Hey bro…listen…this doesn’t need to go down like this. What’s with all the hate? I was totally going to let you drive my pink Cadillac down the ramp at Invictus, or be a mobster hanging from my Ford Model 18….Even after everything that’s gone down between us, I was still going to make you a STAR by being part of my elaborate, totally over the top entrance at our humungous pay-per-view.

TPKid: You’re punk-ass ain’t doin nothing but WATCHING Invictus…cause you’re gonna be sitting at home sucking your food through a straw when it comes time for the big show.

Porno Lad: Come on, TPKid, be the better man, forgive me and let’s move past all this ugliness. Let’s go back to the dynamic we’re best suited for. You being the underling desperate for my approval and guidance, and me being…well…the epitome of awesomeness.

TPKid: You’re not talking your way out of this one.

Porno Lad: But…

The tip of the bat wedges to Porno Lad’s jaw and forces his mouth closed.

TPKid: No more talking….not even to beg.

Fans: KNOCK HIM OUT, KNOCK HIM OUT, KNOCK HIM OUT!

That’s precisely what TPKid is about to at do….yanking back his bat and relishing this opportunity to bludgeon the man who has managed to evade him on so many past occasions.

Orlando: I’ve HAD IT!

The crowd goes from sitting on the edges of their seats, to standing on their feet in response to Orlando’s arrival. The Icon is all in a huff, having exhausted himself chasing after Porno Lad and TPKid throughout the evening. But he’s finally caught up to the dysfunctional duo and he’s finally going to put these shenanigans to bed without supper.

Dollar: Oh please, just give TPKid like five more minutes…It’s all he needs.

TPKid ignores the President, drawing his bat back and preparing to collapse the face of the man clinching his eyes shut and preparing his beautiful mug for some rearrangement.

Orlando: Don’t you DARE!

TPKid is actually shaking in response to this demand, who’s authority will NOT be overlooked.

Orlando: If either of you value your careers, you’ll end this…and you’ll end it right now.

He threatens upon entering the ring and stepping between the two, not only ready to get verbal, but physical as well given his wrestling apparel.

Orlando: The two of you have kept me distracted all night long when I should have been focusing on taking care of Legion….

Porno Lad: I am so…SOOOO sorry Boss….

Porno Lad audaciously grabs Orlando’s wrist and draws it towards his mouth so he can speak into the microphone and be the center of attention.

Porno Lad: I too want to see you prove why Legion doesn’t deserve to be in the main event at Invictus, because if someone like you can kick his butt, then that shows he flat out sucks.

Orlando bats his eyes, wondering if that was supposed to be flattery or not.

Porno Lad: So it bothers me knowing that in some way I’ve taken your focus off whooping Legion worse than life has already whooped him with an ugly stick….And I’m even more troubled knowing that the actions of TPKid, have threatened to ruin you’re valiant attempts to protect that poor, frail, meek, bleeds once a month, wife of yours. It’s time for you to flex your authoritative muscle, Boss, and bring the hammer down on the man responsible for your distraction…that Keystone drinking, banjo strumming, Lynard Skynard listening, unwashed punk….standing right there with the bat in hand.

TPKid chuckles, seeing Porno Lad’s true colors shine now that he is hiding behind the back of the President.

Porno Lad: It was Kid who trashed your office. It was Kid who kept your mind off Legion. It was Kid who may very well cost Taylor Chase her wrestling career by distracting you from beating the ‘number one contender’….So give this ‘SLIME’ what he deserves, Boss.

Orlando takes it all in…including the microphone, bringing it to his lips. But just before he speaks into the mic, Lad puts a hand between it and the Icon’s mouth. Cruze’s eyes widen and fill with a mixture of surprise and rage as his wrist is used to bring the microphone back towards Porno Lad’s lips.

Porno Lad: And while you’re at it…why don’t you give all the people what they deserve too? You’ve heard them chanting my name at every event…sabotaging every show with their CRIES for Porno Lad to main event Invictus….Sooooo, why not give in for once and appease the people, instead of spoon feeding them this pathetic main event of Legion versus Tay…

Orlando: You know what? You’ve suddenly given me an idea.

Orlando takes full ownership of his hand and the microphone griped within it. His unoccupied hand is used to gently brush Porno Lad back a few steps.

Orlando: You want me to give TPKid what he deserves?

Lad eagerly nods.

Orlando: And you want me to give these fans what they deserve?

Lad’s head is about to fly off his shoulders it’s nodding so quickly.

Orlando: Well how about I accomplish all of that in one fell swoop? At Invictus, TPKid will receive what he has earned, and that’s a one on one match against YOU, Porno Lad.

The nodding stops as Porno Lad’s face freezes.

Orlando: Plus, the fans will finally get to see what they REALLY have been begging for, the sight of TPKid at long last getting you in this ring with nowhere for you to run. You don’t think I’ve noticed that every single time TPKid has ALMOST got his hands on you, that you’ve managed to scamper away? To evade him? That’s not what these people want. They want to see TPKid finally get his hands on you, and to make sure that happens, I’m going to have the ring surrounded by lumberjacks.

The only movement in Porno Lad’s face is the twitching in his lower lip.

Dollar: WOW….TPKid FINALLY gets Porno Lad one on one at Invictus in a lumberjack match.

Susie: No more running for Porno Lad.

Orlando was right on the money when he claimed to know what the fans ‘truly’ wanted, given their positive response to this booking. TPKid’s face is brightened, his pearly whites shining with the biggest of smiles.

Porno Lad: This isn’t right…this isn’t RIGHT! I-I-I deserve better than this!

Silence: Nuh-uh, Porno-Geezer….you deserve a baseball bat colonoscopy and a pee-pee chopping.

As if things couldn’t possibly be any worse for Porno Lad….at this point the clouds might as well as part and God should just drop a steaming pile right on top of Lad’s head…Actually, what Silence and Mr. Hush might do to Porno Lad is far worse. The Black Crusade, flanked by Al, embark towards the ring amongst a deafening roar from the crowd and outraged screams from Porno Lad.

Silence: Plus you should be getting a funky-fresh new fro.

Mr. Hush and Silence step up onto the apron while Porno Lad moves behind Orlando, turning the President into a human shield. He is mortified beyond believe not at the thought of sodomy with a bat, or a castration, but at the thought of the Black Crusade shaving his head like they did to Kordy on NewAge.

Silence: And just to make sure we get ALL of that at Invictus, you’re looking at the first two lumberjacks for your match against this trailer park goof.

The crowd is even more excited and Porno Lad is even more hysterical. All the while TPKid’s grin continues to grow, absolutely loving every second of this.

Silence: But we’re not just out here to offer our services as lumberjacks. We’re also here to express our displeasure to you, Mr. Cruze.

Orlando: I…I think I know what this is all about.

Silence: Do you now?

Orlando: It’s pretty obvious that the two of you wanted Porno Lad all to yourselves, based on the insults he’s directed at your associate Legion, and the acts he and his Harem have committed against the Black Crusade….

Silence: Hmmmm….all of this is true, our thirst for vengeance has yet to be satiated.

Orlando: Which is why I came up with another idea while chasing these two all around the Manhattan Center this evening. Given Porno Lad’s stance on women…

Porno Lad: They are inferior in every single…

Orlando: He’s going to have to trust his two girls to defend his Tag Team Titles…Because it’s going to be…

Porno Lad: No…

Orlando: The Harem versus Black Crusade…

Porno Lad: NO…

Orlando:….versus Pestilence….

Porno Lad: No…no….no…

Orlando:…versus Total War in a four corners match for the IWC Tag Team Championships at Invictus.

Porno Lad: NOOOOO!

Porno Lad is past the point of flipping out while Mr. Hush and Silence have what appears to be a staring contest.

Silence: While the thought of facing those three teams amuses us…I’m afraid you’ve mistaken our intent, Mr. Cruze.

Orlando: I have?

Silence: You put words in our mouths. I was trying to say that the Black Crusade is disappointed in YOU… Mr. Cruze.

Orlando: Oh?

Silence: You’ve done yourself a great disservice by trivializing the threat Legion poses to you this evening. Instead of being concerned with booking matches for Invictus, that we do appreciate by the way, you should have been all consumed with preparing yourself to face the number one contender….which you shall regret….NOW.

Henry, Portrait of a Serial Killer blares trough the speakers and has the fans absolutely pumped. Seats now go unoccupied, and lungs go deprived of air as the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship begins to materialize through the stage.

Dollar: It looks like Legion isn’t waiting around any longer, he wants this match against Orlando, and he wants it right now!

Susie: It’s the President of the company versus the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Title.

Dollar: This match surrounded by so much intrigue, and there is also so much on the line.

Susie: Orlando has to defeat Legion if he wants to keep him away from the ring during the World Title match tonight.

Dollar: But Legion is going to use Orlando to send a message towards the World Champion.

Orlando glares towards the stage at the monster who magically emerges there and now prepares to unleash unspeakable traumas upon the Icon.

Cruze turns to acknowledge the four still lingering in the ring.

Orlando: Why are you all still here? I’ve said my peace….Be gone, or be suspended, your choice.

Porno Lad: Fine, but mark my words, Cruze, not preparing for Legion won’t be the only thing you regret doing tonight.

The disgruntled Porno Lad is so flustered he’s actually messing up his own hair as he leaves the ring. TPKid backs towards the ropes feeling greater gratification than he would have had he actually got his hands on Porno Lad. Knowing that he’ll have Lad at Invictus, is of great, personal satisfaction to TPKid.

The Black Crusade members vacate the squared circle as well, dropping to the mats and getting precisely what they wanted without even having to ask for it…a shot at not only the Tag Team Titles, but the Harem and the Pestilence as well.

The only two left with needs unfulfilled, are the President inside of the ring, and the massive Legion approaching it.

ORLANDO CRUZE VS LEGION

Cruze barely has time to unzip his warm up jacket before Legion is stepping over the ropes in front of him. The two now have a very intense stare-down, Legion and Orlando glaring into one another’s eyes in anticipation of what promises to be an incredibly physical bout.

Dollar: I can’t believe this match is actually going down here this evening, Legion versus the President.

Susie: Wonder if Orlando is regretting his decision to face Legion yet?

Dollar: I think anyone who comes face to face with Legion in the ring immediately begins questioning who they pissed off to get themselves into this position.

Once Leeland Gaunt makes it to ringside, the time for the stare-down comes to an end. The bell chimes and instantly Orlando goes on the offensive, catching Legion with a right hand to the jaw, followed by another and another.

Legion’s head is turned with each blow but he is not staggered back by the Icon and former World Heavyweight Champion. Orlando then delivers a boot to the knee that has Legion doubled over and in perfect position for the running forearm smash to the cheek.

Legion is stumbled a bit but still on his feet, leading Orlando to deliver another running forearm this time right under the jaw. Legion steps back but plants himself before he can be staggered. Orlando then rushes in for a third forearm only to have Legion try to behead him with a lariat. Cruze rushes right under it into the ropes, ricochets off and lunges into a diving shoulder block. It connects but not with the results Orlando had anticipated. He lands on his feet and looks up at the man towering above him, barely even effected by the shoulder block.

So Orlando has other plans, rushing into the ropes and ricocheting off into another diving shoulder block. But now it’s Legion who ducks down out of the way, causing the Icon to go flying over top of him. Eventually Cruze crashes into the canvas and rolls across the ring into the ropes, falling against them for support. He then stands up just as Legion charges in with his fist cocked back. To the surprise of both Leeland and Legion alike, the fear inspiring giant finds himself low bridged, tumbling over the ropes and landing on the mats, albeit upon his feet as opposed to crashing to his back.

Orlando then slides to the apron and leaps off into a double axehandle to the upper back of Legion.

The Number One Contender staggers a bit while Orlando sizes him up and then climbs onto the apron. He then gets a running start and leaps off into another big double axehandle.

The move connects and once again has Legion unbalanced, now falling against the barrier for better support. Orlando steps in and wails on the sternum with a knife edge chop, then drives his forearm into the jaw several times, inflicting significant damage. Orlando backs up and gets a running start behind yet another forearm only to have this one caught by the massive hand of his target. Legion pushes aside the arm with ease, takes Orlando around the neck with both palms and then heaves him into the air, throwing him into the barricade.

Legion then comes rushing in and drives the air right out of Orlando’s body with a big splash, sandwiching Cruze’s frame between the steel and the masked man’s massive physique. He then takes Orlando’s throat into both hands, heaves him up and throws him into the apron. Orlando’s back crashes hard against the ring, and his limbs lose their dexterity.

Legion comes rushing in and squashes him against the apron with another big splash.

He pulls Orlando around by the back of the head and leads him towards the ring, rolling him in under the ropes. He gets him only partially into the ring though, leaving his head draped over the apron so that it can be subjected to a big running boot. The kick to the temple sends Orlando rolling into the ring. He tries to stand up just as Legion slides into the ring, steps to his side, applies a gut wrench and actually deadlifts the Icon straight from the canvas. He now let’s Orlando dangle in mid-air to his side before finally dropping back into the gut wrench suplex.

Mr. Gaunt tilts his head in intrigue while Legion uses HIS skull to deliver repeated headbutts, sending Orlando twisting into the turnbuckle. He falls against the corner as Legion wraps his hands around his throat, strangling the very oxygen from his body. Official Fitzpatrick is starting a five count but Legion pulls back and instead settles for ramming his fingers down Orlando’s throat. Orlando thrashes around, desperately trying to pull the hand out of his throat but having little luck in doing so.

Another five count is started but Legion breaks at four.

Dollar: This match already off to a very physical start, with Legion giving Orlando an esophageal exam.

Susie: I think he’s gonna rip Orlando’s tonsils out.

Dollar: Orlando’s lack of in ring activity beginning to show here.

Susie: Yeah, and it’s just like Mr. Gaunt said earlier tonight, Legion is far greater than a mere sparring partner.

Legion takes Orlando around the neck and drags him out of the corner into the Kata-Gatame. This modified choke squeezes all the air from Orlando’s body, and brings it to its breaking point. And try as Orlando may, he just cannot escape the maneuver that has him in such peril. He eventually begins to deliver back elbows to the skull, several of them in fact until Legion transitions from the Kata-Gatame into a basic rear-naked choke.

Both of Legion’s massive arms continue to strangle until Orlando’s head appears to be on the brink of bursting like a pimple.

Mr. Gaunt continues to express his delight via the faintest of grins, and speaking of fainting, it appears Orlando is just on the brink of doing so. The fans are on their feet intently watching as Orlando’s body begins to succumb to the punishment, his legs giving out on him.

Cruze slowly begins to descend towards the canvas with sweat beading down his brow and skin turning bright red.

And just as it seems Legion is going to conclude this sordid soiree, Orlando reaches back, wraps hands around the back of the number one contender’s head and falls to his seat, delivering a jaw breaker.

Susie: Orlando resurging….

Dollar: Bite your tongue young woman.

Susie: It stings though.

Johnny’s request is made when witnessing Orlando delivering the jaw-breaker but it sure as shit doesn’t break the rear naked choke. Legion’s head bounces off the top of Orlando’s reflective cranium, yet he maintains the submission. Cruze thrashes about in a dire attempt to escape the hold, while he ascends to his feet once again.

He stands up and wrenches from side to side, fighting to amend himself of this predicament. Yet the second it seems he’s starting to avail himself of this predicament, Orlando finds himself placed in another. His head is now bent over backwards into the dragon sleeper, Legion locking it on tight.

Dollar: Now Legion has the dragon sleeper firmly locked in. It seems the only break Cruze is gonna catch is the one in his neck.

Legion squeezes the neck until it is about to fracture. However, the Icon has never been the type to settle for being a victim. He reaches up with his hands, slips then between the arm and the neck and actually displays incredible strength as he begins to pry the arms apart.

The crowd is going nuts as Orlando summons the strength to separate the clasped hands of Legion and force them out to his sides.

It appears that the Icon is finally about to relieve himself of this predicament but appearances are deceiving, Legion launching his knee into the back of Orlando’s still bridging neck.

Cruze is launched forward into the cables, dropping against them while Legion follows in behind. He grabs Orlando around the head and locks in the rear naked choke only to have Orlando drop forward into the cables. As a result Legion’s larynx snaps off the top rope, and his body ricochets back towards the center of the ring.

Orlando then comes rushing in and delivers a high impact lariat right to the throat, stumbling Legion but not removing him from his feet. Orlando takes off into the ropes, ricochets off and dives into a leaping lariat that has Legion back peddling, but still remaining on his feet.

Much like his opponent, Orlando wears a mask, one of total surprise. He then takes off into the ropes, bounces off and dives into a European Uppercut that nails the throat and the jaw in one fell swoop.

Legion ALMOST loses his footing…ALMOST…yet he swings his arms and maintains his upright posture. This prompts Orlando to get some momentum by bouncing off the ropes and diving into a second Europe…..noooo, Legion blasts Cruze right in the cheek with the shuffle side kick.

The strike knocks Cruze out of the air and sends him twisting down to the canvas.

Dollar: Orlando can’t find his footing in this match, but he did just find Legion’s foot in his mouth.

Legion reaches down and palms Orlando’s throat with his massive hand then drags him up to his knees. The 2014 Last Stand Rumble winner retracts his fist and swings it directly at Cruze’s face only to have Orlando duck it and then grab Legion around the thigh, going for the school boy.

Legion maintains his footing however, and then reaches down snatching hold of Cruze’s wrist. He pries it away from his thigh before yanking up on it, dragging the Icon to his feet in front of him. He then uses this grip on Orlando’s wrist to drag him towards his body. But Orlando drops into a baseball slide between Legion’s legs and then takes off into the ropes, ricocheting off and coming back at a caught off guard Legion.

The behemoth turns into a diving European Uppercut that connects with his jaw and has him back peddling across the ring.

Cruze rushes to his feet and steps in blasting Legion to the jaw with one right hand after another, almost felling the imposing mass before him. His fist crushes Legion’s jaw but still does not have the number one contender going down. So the Icon swings around into a roaring elbow that has equally as devastating results as his multiple right hands. Yet even that is not enough to knock Legion from his towering posture.

So Orlando swings around into a third forearm and gets caught against the ribs, thrown into the air and then drilled with the Guiding Hand.

The uppercut almost turns Orlando into a human pez dispenser, collapsing to his knees with his head hanging back off his shoulders. His glossed over eyes turn just in time to spot the shuffle side kick crushing his cheek.

Orlando rolls to the center of the ring clasping at his potentially fractured cranium.

A valiant, yet feeble effort is made to get to his feet, but can only get to his knees before Legion swoop in and takes him around the waist. He then employs that same power to hoist him up into the gut wrench suplex from a deadlift.

Orlando hangs to his side as Legion carries him across the ring, treating him like nothing more than an oversized toy to be tossed around at a child’s whim.

Legion now heaves Cruze into the suplex only to have Orlando surprise him by reaching out and grabbing the Black Crusade member around his waist. Orlando pulls Legion down into a sunset flip variant that has the crowd leaping from its seat.

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But Legion won’t be caught with such ease, kicking out and rolling over backwards to his feet.

Dollar: We all thought Orlando had him…it was ‘that’ close to a shocking win for Cruze.

Legion rolls back to his feet at the same time as Orlando, who dives into his massive opponent only to be caught to the ribs and thrown into the air. Legion swings his fist around into the Guiding Hand, yet Cruze twists his body in mid-air, catching his adversary by the crease of his elbow on the way back down to his feet. He swings around behind Legion, grabs his other arm and then drags him down into the backslide.

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Legion dashes the hopes of many Orlando loyalists, kicking out and dropping to his feet in the process. He then reaches down and slaps his hand around Orlando’s head applying the Five Finger Crawl.

Susie: The Crawl locked in…He’s got the Crawl…he’s got it…look see, he’s got it…see it yet…cause he does.

Johnny: If you would open your God damn eyes, you’d see that he DOESN’T.

Susie: Oh.

Another amazing feat of strength is displayed by ORLANDO, who manages to catch Legion’s wrist and force it back away from his head before his skull can be palmed like a basketball and squeezed to the point where all air is deflated. In the proces Orlando is rising to his feet and then launching one of them directly into Legion’s ribs, doubling him over.

The Icon then steps in and places his head in a front chancery, the fans elated as they witness the DDT on the brink of connecting. Just then Legion wedges his hands to Orlando’s gut, employs his freakish strength to heave Cruze into the air then throws him back. Orlando catches great height before ultimately coming down face first into the ring.

Orlando head bounces back and is put right in position for Legion’s massive palm to engulf it via the Five Finger Crawl.

Dollar: NOW you may proceed marking out, Susie.

Susie: Five Finger Crawl…Five Finger Crawl!

It seems Legion is on the brink of annihilating Taylor’s dearly beloved before….

STATIC

BLACKOUT

Susie: Oh holy gosh to the nos….

Dollar: I think we’re about to be joined by the Sinistry.

Susie: And then my underpants are about to be joined by my urine.

The lights remain out for several seconds, just long enough for a plan to be enacted. When the ring is once again illuminated, Legion finds himself in the center of the ring covered in…maggots. Legion looks down at the worms wiggling down his body and then looks up into the knee that travels directly into his temple. Taylor Chase dives out of a corner and nails him with the TKO right to the cranium.

Dollar: It was TAYLOR!?!

Susie: First she dumps maggots all over Legion…

Dollar: Something the Black Crusade is infamous for.

Susie: And now she delivers the TKO!

The high impact knee strike connects under the eyes of thousands of fans, but going unnoticed by Fitpatrick, the refere too busy cleaning his shirt of maggots. The TKO has Legion spiraling across the canvas yet maintaining his footing just before Orlando dives off the second rope of a turnbuckle and cracks him under the jaw with a European Uppercut. Legion at last taken off of his feet with Cruze coming down beside him.

Dollar: The TKO followed by that diving European Uppercut….Could it be, is it possible that Orlando has the win?

Susie: If there was ever a time, ever an opportunity, it would be here, it would be now.

Orlando crawls into the cover on Legion as Fitzpatrick stops shaking the maggots off his clothing and finally acknowledges the pin. He drops down into position, clearing more maggots out of his way in the process then slaps the ring.

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That time won’t be here and it won’t be now, cause Legion doesn’t just get his shoulder up, but he actually sits straight up from the canvas.

Dollar: My God….this man is an absolute, undeniable MONSTER! He just sat right up even after that TKO and the diving European Uppercut.

Susie: But I think Taylor has just sent the message to Legion that she’s learned a few things about being a monster herself.

Chase rolls out of the ring to the outside and throws her World Championship belt over her shoulder while gawking at the sight of Legion effortlessly sitting up in the ring. That’s when Mr. Gaunt, hand clasping the sheathed blade in his cane, approaches Taylor.

Mr. Gaunt: Do you think merely dumping a few maggots from the scaffolding proves that you have even the faintest clue of what a monster is? Emulating our methods does not….

Suddenly Mr. Gaunt goes quiet, bringing a grin to Taylor’s face as she watches the leader of the Black Crusade spit something other than words out of his mouth. A maggot falls into his palm, followed by another and then a third that comes wiggling from between his teeth. Now a full onslaught of maggots are purged from his guts, crashing down to the mats beneath his feet.

Dollar: Leeland Gaunt is…is vomiting maggots all over the Manhattan Center!

Susie: This is the same thing we’ve seen Gaunt do to Mika Kozlov, and Aaron Harrison.

A huge smile graces Taylor’s face as the World Heavyweight Champion approaches a doubled over Mr. Gaunt.

Taylor: You were saying, Mr. Gaunt? I’m sorry, did a maggot catch your tongue?

More of the pests are upchucked to the mats beneath Leeland’s feet.

Meanwhile, inside of the ring the drama continues as Orlando takes Legion around the neck, rolling him along to his knees. He then steps back and delivers a forceful superkick right on the jaw. Legion bobs on his knees but does not go down…prompting Orlando to deliver a SECOND superkick this time directly on point to the temple. Legion finally collapses to the canvas, rolling onto the pile of maggots that were dropped down from the rafters.

Orlando then crawls into the pin, hooking Legion’s leg while the crowd remains hooked on everything that is happening in the ring.

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Fitzpatrick’s hand doesn’t hit the ring for a three before Legion launches his shoulder clean from the canvas.

Dollar: No…Legion manages to kick out…AGAIN!

Taylor takes full advantage of the fact that Gaunt can’t speak, managing to get in a few words of her own.

Taylor: Where do I start on YOU, Mr. Gaunt?

Her luscious lips are mere inches from the attuned ear of Legion’s conjurer.

Taylor: You think you’ve got me pegged, do you? You think you know Taylor Chase….what I’m capable of…what my limitations are? Then you should know that my life has been spent overcoming limitations and defying expectations. No one thought I’d return to this ring after my knee was broken. The critics and naysayers, like you, thought I was too weak, that I’d never be able to wrestle again…But not only am I back, I’m back with the World Heavyweight Title in my hand. Where it will remain after Invictus, when I again spit in the face of expectations and show that nothing, not injuries, not monsters, and not gaseous windbags like yourself, will limit what I’m capable of when I lace up the boots and step into this ring.

As the verbal tirade takes place outside of the ring, the physicality continues inside of it.

Orlando employs his remaining vestiges of strength to drag Legion up to his knees before dropping back into the triangle choke. He has his legs tightly wound about the throat of the number one contender, yanking back on the neck with every bit of strength his arms manage to summon.

Dollar: The Triangle Choke applied on Legion, can Orlando do what Ba’al couldn’t last week and force him to submit?

Susie: That’s even more improbable than Andy Dick being anything other than the most obnoxious person on planet earth.

The energy in Legion’s body is rapidly being drained by this hold that Orlando has perfected, a hold that may very well help him spare Taylor the plight of the monster’s presence at ringside during her title defense.

Taylor: You think I need protection? That I get in over my head?

Her words continue to filter into the queasy Mr. Gaunt’s ear.

Taylor: I might be prone to giving over to my emotions, but I never let them put me in a situation I can’t get myself out of. I’ve beaten Lukas Montgomery in a Steel Cage, I’ve beaten Aaron Harrison with no disqualifications…I’ve slain monsters in the past, and if I need to become a monster myself to destroy another, then that is exactly what I’m going to do.

Taylor grabs Mr. Gaunt’s neck and twists his eyes towards the ring where Legion continues to suffer the plight of the triangle choke.

Taylor: You talk about weakness…You talk about frailty. THAT’S weakness…THAT’S frailty! Watch your monster SUBMIT.

That very well may be what the fans are about to witness as Orlando digs down deep to compel his weary body to put as MUCH into this hold as he is physically capable. Air ceases finding its way into Legion’s taxed body, which has gone numb in the clutches of the former World Heavyweight Champion. The President almost has Legion on the brink…and victory at this point seems all but a certainty….

Montgomery: Congratulations, Orlando….

As if there weren’t enough mitigating circumstances around the ring, now another peril to the flow of this contest arises in the form of Lukas Montgomery. The Blacklist member steps to the stage with microphone in hand and unfathomable levels of heat directed at him.

Montgomery: Looks like you’ve got Legion right where you want him. Although…

Lukas cringes and nervously rubs the back of his neck.

Montgomery:….you probably thought the same thing about the Blacklist…that you had us on the fences…That you had us under your thumb.

Orlando cannot help but to give Montgomery a fraction of his focus, which may prove costly when battling a monster the likes of Legion.

Montgomery: But, unlike Legion, we, the Blacklist, will NOT stay beneath your boot.

Lukas turns just in time to catch a bloodied Nathan Creed being thrown through the curtains by Harrison and Kozlov. Nathan’s head ends up under Lukas’ posterior, his body being heaved up onto Montgomery’s shoulders and then powerbombed viciously right across the back of his neck on the steel staging.

Dollar: Aaaaah…the Blacklist just…the Blacklist just…

Susie: They just destroyed Orlando’s best friend.

Nathan drops over to his stomach, reduced to nothing but a quivering, twitching mass of broken bones and torn muscles.

Orlando’s face twists, his eyes firmly locked on the three individuals who effectively just crippled the only man in the world he trusts. They don’t even register the sight of Taylor rushing up the ramp too late to save Creed, or the screams of the fans alerting him to the fact that Legion has broken free from the triangle choke, his focus on the smirks stretched over the faces of the Blacklist. Montgomery steps over the shattered body of Creed while Mika and Harrison pat him on his shoulders, the Trinity backing up through the curtains in full celebration.

Chase doesn’t give pursuit, stooping down to check on Nathan before urgently crying out for help.

Dollar: What have the Blacklist just done?

Susie: They destroyed another individual who was set to team with Orlando in Hell in a Cell….Just like they said they would do to ANYONE who tries to team with the Icon.

But Nathan’s destruction shouldn’t be at the forefront of Orlando’s mind, as it’s his own decimation he should be concerned with. Legion stands up and manages to reverse the triangle choke into a powerbomb lift followed by the Misery. The reaction is explosive as Legion drives Orlando down onto the ring of maggots and then hooks his leg. Fitzpatrick makes the count to a mixture of cheers and cries from the crowd.

Dollar: And the distraction from the Blacklist has just opened the door for Legion to deliver the Misery on Orlando!

AND its given him the opportunity to pin the President, hooking both of his legs as Fitzpatrick manages to avoid the maggots in order to make the count.

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The harrowing screams of the crowd echo throughout the Manhattan Center, yet Taylor’s pleas for help manage to overwhelm even the outcries of the fans.

Dollar: Legion is victorious…Meaning he WILL be at ringside tonight for Taylor’s World Title defense against Gary Matt tonight.

Susie: Things just got real.

Heartbeats are racing at the sight of Legion standing triumphant over the body of Orlando, but his eyes are focused on the World Champion cradling the bloodied head of Creed in her arms. Mr. Gaunt wipes the saliva away from his lips, which upturn into a smile even after purging so many maggots from between his teeth.

EARLIER TONIGHT

A set of dice rolls across the game-board.

Whitman: YAHTZEE!

Lois does not share in the enthusiasm of her husband. A sullen look inhabits her eyes as she stares over the board at the smirking Whitman.

Whitman: Whitman wins again!

Lois: Congratulations.

The dice are scooped back up into the cup and Whitman shakes it out to his side.

When the two found a bed to share, Lois thought they’d be putting it to other uses rather than sitting Indian style upon the neatly pressed sheets playing board-games.

Lois: Percy?

Whitman: Yes, Mrs. Whitman?

A boyish grin consumes his face.

Lois: Shouldn’t we….you know.

Subtle gestures are made to the mattress beneath them.

Whitman: Ah…would you rather play Scrabble? Though I must warn you, I’m quite the wordsmith.

Lois: Percy, I’m sorry, but I haven’t waited all my life for my wedding night, just so I can sit and play board-games.

Whitman: Oh…

It finally sinks in.

Whitman: I’m sorry, Lois, but I’m afraid that my Mother’s words have taken me out of the mood.

Lois: I know, and I hate to be selfish….but…. I turned down so much temptation in the past in anticipation of this night…..

Whitman: You’re right, Dear, I’m the one who is being selfish. How about you slip into something that provides better comfort, and we’ll at last TRY to consummate our love.

Lois: Sounds good to me…

A peck is planted on Whitman’s lips.

Lois: I’ll be right back.

Prince hurries across the room holding up her wedding dress and stepping into the bathroom where a wardrobe change is required.

Whitman sighs, knowing this should be the happiest moment of his life, one that he’s been building to for months, yet he feels such guilt over letting his mother down.

A couple of knocks at the door provide a reprieve from his thoughts.

Whitman: That had better be my champagne and strawberries.

Whitman steps to the door in anticipation of seeing the bellhop waiting in the hall with his food order, but instead he discovers his father lurking in the hotel corridor.

Percival: Ah-ha, I’ve finally found you.

Whitman: Yes, I’m afraid Lois and I had to switch rooms. But Father…I’m afraid this is not an opportune time for a vis…

Percival: I realize that….However I HAD to speak with you.

Whitman: Hmmm?

Percival: It regards your friend, Mr. Cagero.

Whitman: I assure you, Father, he is no friend of mine.

Percival: Apparently not….I KNEW I recognized his voice from somewhere.

Whitman: Hmmmm?

Percival: You’re associate, Simon, is the man who has been making the phone calls to your mother, sullying the reputation of your wife.

Whitman: WHAT!?!

Percival: I’m sorry, but I didn’t realize it until just now.

Whitman: That….that….I don’t even have the words…

Percival: Perhaps, in knowing this, it would be a good idea for you to discuss matters with your mother.

Whitman: Yes, indeed, I think that is in order.

Whitman has completely lost track of what he was ‘supposed’ to be preparing for at that moment, stepping out of the room and slamming the door shut behind him. Just then the bathroom door pops open and Lois steps out wearing what she believes to be sexy lingerie….yet it manages to somehow cover all of cleavage.

Lois: Percy, I’m ready..…PERCY?

BEFORE THE BREAK

A still frame image of a blood soaked Nathan Creed being hoisted on the shoulders of Lukas Montgomery consumes the screen.

Dollar: Ladies and gentlemen, before our commercial break, we witnessed ANOTHER gruesome attack by the Blacklist.

Susie: We saw Nathan Creed show up earlier tonight and cost Aaron Harrison the Evolution Championship….but BOY did he pay for it.

Dollar: Did he ever.

The footage is animated and relives the sight of Nathan being powerbombed across the back of his head and neck on the stage by Montgomery. Smiles extend over the faces of a celebrating Mika and Harrison.

Dollar: Nathan driven on the back of his neck across the stage….

Susie: Removing him as a potential partner for Orlando Cruze inside of the Hell in a Cell at Invictus.

Dollar: And costing Orlando a potential win against Legion.

Cut to Cruze locking in the triangle choke on the number one contender for the World Title, only for the distraction to cost him as he is heaved into the air and dumped via the Misery, Legion pinning the President.

Dollar: Not, not only has Nathan been injured by the Blacklist….but by virtue of his victory over Orlando Cruze, Legion will be allowed to stand at ringside during Taylor Chase’s World Title defense against Gary Matt tonight.

Susie: Plus, Orlando has left the building to be with Nathan as he’s rushed to a nearby medical facility.

Dollar: This does not bode well for Taylor tonight at all.

Montgomery: Did you two hear it…that crack? His neck snapped like a Slim Jim…

While Lukas finds himself quite pleased with the powerbomb on the stage, neither Harrison nor Kozlov exhibit much in the way of emotion. The Trinity moves through the corridor with Harrison and Kozlov arm in arm.

Harrison: I don’t know why you’re so happy, Lukas.

Montgomery: Cause we just totally crippled Nat….

Harrison: Yes, we did…but did it bring Orlando’s beloved Evolution Championship back to our waists? No…it didn’t.

Montgomery: Yeah, at the very least though we took something away from Orlando that he cares about even more.

Mika: I suppose we win some and we lose some.

Harrison: The way I see it, we haven’t even broken even tonight. Orlando still has people rising up to team with him at Invictus…You think they would have got a clue by now.

Mika: They will, Cowboy, they will all get the point after seeing what happened to Nathan Creed.

Harrison: No….it’s not good enough. We need to intensify our efforts tonight…

Mika: And we will…when Gary challenges Taylor for the World Championship.

Montgomery: It’s gonna be B-E-A-utiful!

The Trinity finally stops formulating their plans as they stop outside of their segregated dressing room.

Mika: Speaking of Tay-Tay, I have a little gift I want to grab for my Malishka.

Mika hurries along into the dressing room, the camera following her inside. She navigates through the dark, knowing exactly where her bag is placed. It is unzipped and a pair of silver cuffs begins to be extracted….

Jaina: Hello Mika.

The lights switch on in the room and Kozlov spins around to find Jaina Frost, sister of the sinister Ba’al, seated in the corner, legs crossed and making herself comfortable.

Mika: How did you get in….?

Jaina: I have a proposition to make.

Mika: Propo-what-now?

Jaina: My beloved brother, has a message he wishes for me to deliver on his behalf. Would you please take a seat and hear me out?

Mika mulls it over before at last dropping Indian style to the floor.

Mika: I’m all ears.

EARLIER TONIGHT

For the first time in as long as we’ve known the loveable P Clarence Whitman III, he’s fighting mad. His knuckles are actually clinched, which proves invaluable for swinging at the door leading to the honeymoon suite HE was supposed to be occupying.

Whitman: MOTHER, open up…We need to speak at once!

He’s so angry he’s even forgotten to stammer.

Whitman: MOTHER!

The next knock is so forceful it actually pops the door open, implying that it was never fully closed to begin with.

Whitman: Mother?

He takes it down a notch upon entering the room, his voice lowering a few decibels.

Whitman: Ohhhh dearest mother, it’s your beloved Percival.

The dense shadows in the room causes him to use his extended hands as guides.

Whitman: Mother?

He whispers upon hearing what sounds like a moan.

Whitman: Are you okay? You haven’t fallen ill have you?

At last his fingers find their way around the chain of a lamp, pulling it down and switching it on.

Whitman: Ah…there you….

Mute…Whitman finds himself entirely and completely mute at the sight before him.

The bed once reserved for he and Lois, finds itself occupied by his mother….who isn’t alone. Joining her beneath the sheets, is Simon Cagero.

Whitman: Oh my….

Clarence cups his hand over his mouth to prevent throwing up.

Simon finds himself resisting the same urge once his eyes adjust to the lights and he finds out who he’s been doing the hanky panky with.

Simon: What!?! How? YOU’RE NOT LOIS!

Martha: No, I’m far better than any inexperienced young lady…

She says this while removing a cigarette from the nightstand beside her and lighting it. When her hand is free of the cig, she reaches out and pinches Simon’s cheek.

Martha: Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy yourself.

Whitman: Oh my….

Mr. Gaunt: Mr. Whitman….

All six eyes suddenly shift to Mr. Gaunt standing in the room with his shoulder propped against the door-frame.

Mr. Gaunt: THIS is the woman you place on a pedestal as a bastion of morality? The ‘virtuous’ woman that you so desperately aim to please? What I see before me, is not an honorable, and wholesome maternal figure you should be so all consumed with living up to the impossible standards of….For your mother is nothing but an aging whore.

Whitman turns to his smiling Mother, and the increasingly green Cagero…Percival finally discovering the right words to express his disbelief.

Whitman: Oh my.

Dean: Great news, Simon!

The A/V aficionado rushes into the room right past Mr. Gaunt.

Dean: I caught EVERYTING on camera!

Ice is held to the back of a clearly disgruntled Brittany Lohan’s head. She paces the locker-room, her aggravation increasing with each step.

Cassidy: Boss-Lady!

Brittany turns with an expression of utter contempt. Cassidy knows to be cautious as she approaches her mentor.

Lohan: You have some ner….

Cassidy: I am sooooo sorry. I just completely lost my cool….

Lohan: That’s not the only thing you’re going to lose.

Cassidy: But can you blame me? Abi turned her back on me AGAIN! I mean, I tried to get along with her. I tried to show you I could work with her, only to have her turn around and stab me in the back.

Brittany: Did I not warn you what would happen if you and Abi couldn’t get along tonight?

Casssidy: Don’t I at least get an ‘A’ for effort?

Brittany: Cassidy…heeeeeh.

The migraine she suffers from repeated blows from a chair over recent weeks only gets worse when dealing with this persistent aggravation.

Brittany: I have to concentrate on Alana….and you and Abi, are distracting me from being able to do that….

Cassidy: I’m really, really sorry, with sugar on top and maraschino cherries and everything.

Brittany: I’m tired of hearing it.

Cassidy: Well you’re gonna want to hear this. To make up for my mistake, I went to Frankie and I managed to get us a match for NewAge….

Brittany: I don’t like where this is going.

Cassidy: It’s gonna be you and I, versus one of your biggest enemies in a handicap match. Dark Legacy resurgent versus Kathryn Pearson….You like?

Brittany: I don’t think you want to know my feelings on that match at this very moment. So before I say something YOU’RE going to regret, I’ll walk away and TRY to cool off. Besides…..I have some unfinished business to wrap up at the moment anyhow.

Before Haze can find out what that means, she turns to watch Brittany moving out of the dressing room, off to an unknown destination.

LUCAS KNIGHT & BA’AL VS. MARIE JONES & ROMEO
A spotlight shines down at the top of the entrance ramp. Pyro goes off. Then Marie Jones steps through the curtain with a determined look etched across her face. The Tron shows images of her striking at her opponents with her finishing and signature moves as the lyrics of “Haunted” by Taylor Swift begin to flow through the arena.

“Come on, come on don’t leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Something’s gone terribly wrong, your all I wanted
Come on, come on don’t leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Can’t breathe whenever you’re gone
Can’t turn back now, I’m haunted”

Marie begins to make her way down towards the ring to loud cheers from the fans. She pays little to no attention to the reaction. Her focus is solely on the ring and the determined stride with which she walks tells that story.

“Stood there and watched you walk away
From everything we had
But I still mean every word I say to you
He will try to take away my pain
And he just might make me smile
But the whole time I’m wishin he was you instead”

Marie hops up onto the ring apron. She strikes a sultry and sexy pose for the audience. She then smirks, shakes her head smugly muttering ‘in your dreams’ before stepping into the ring. She then hops up onto the second turnbuckle of the nearby corner and holds her arms up high into the air, getting a reaction from the crowd.

“Oh, oh, holding my breath, won’t see you again
Something keeps me holding on to nothing”

Dollar: And now attention turns from the implosion of Dark Legacy, to the arrival of Marie Jones….set to compete in another of our main events tonight.

Susie: Boy, we go from one woman, Cassidy Haze, who isn’t having any luck, to another, Marie Jones, who has been victimized time and time again.

Dollar: Well she IS getting a shot to become number one contender at Invictus when she faces THREE of the biggest stars in this business….but she has had a rotten run of luck building up to that match…..

FOUR WEEKS AGO

To describe the next video as a highlight is probably a poor choice of words. For what we witness is NOT a highlight for Marie, but one of the low points of her career.

Dollar: Four weeks ago, Marie Jones was battling Abigail Lindsey right here on Riot!, when the bottom was ripped out from under Jones.

Marie and Abigail go back and forth but eventually the match degenerates once Lindsey gives Jones a DDT on the outside mats and then proceeds to suplex her repeatedly on the steel ramp.

Dollar: Abigail Lindsey, presumably operating under orders from Frankie Paradise, absolutely mauled Marie Jones post match…

Susie: But that’s not even the worst of it.

TWO WEEKS AGO

Two weeks later and things haven’t gotten any better for Marie….The match between herself and Romeo Damascus does not flow as she had anticipated. We see her trying to pin Romeo several times only for referee Stuart Wright to ignore her pinfalls in favor of sending selfies to the female fans.

Dollar: And then on our last Riot, when Marie and Romeo were battling it out to decide who could very well become number one contender for the World Title….Stuart Wright repeatedly ignored Marie’s pinfall attempts….which as we discovered on NewAge was the result of Frankie’s influence.

Susie: Frankie has capitalized on every single opportunity possible to screw with Marie’s career, ever since she stood up to the General Manager at Last Stand.

Dollar: Hopefully tonight Frankie will stop meddling and Marie can at last have a fair, unbiased crack at proving why she deserves to be the number one contender.

Marie can be seen stooping in one of the corners, hands gripping the perpendicular ropes as she gets ready for one of the biggest confrontations in her IWC career thus far.

A heavenly choir starts to sing, as the lights black out. A spotlight emerges on the stage, as Romeo steps out from the back, with a look of pure determination on his face. He walks out to the end of the stage, and looks around momentarily before continuing his way to the ring.

His face, blank, but his eyes tell a story of pain and passion, as he walks down to the ring, and climbs in, completely ignoring those around him. Once in the ring, he backs to his corner, and sits on the top turnbuckle, his chin in his hands; all the while waiting for this match to begin.

Dollar: Marie’s teammate tonight, the dynamic Romeo Damascus….who had quite the run in with Lucas Knight earlier tonight.

EARLIER TONIGHT

Another recap features Lucas Knight about to employ a taser on Andre Jordan only to be swung around from behind and hit with a punt directly to the crotch.

Back to the ring where Romeo and Marie are in the midst of a consultation, picking up precisely where they left off on the last edition of NewAge.

Dollar: Romeo giving Lucas a little comeuppance after what Knight did at NewAge, where we also found out that we’re slated to see a four way for the number one contendership at the Word Heavyweight Championship, with Marie and her very own partner here tonight, clashing with Ba’al and Knight.

Susie: That’s gonna be more awesome than Arnold Swartzenegger’s head superimposed over an infant’s face.

Dollar: Never reference the movie Junior again….like EVER!

Romeo’s and Marie’s argument over who should be the person to start this match segues into bickering over who should be the number one contender. Before this argument can become anymore heated, the passions of Romeo and Marie turn to…..

Frankie: Lusty ladies rejoice, cause your eyes are now treated to the visual delight that is your cuddly stud-muffin.

A treat? No, this is like a steaming plate of asparagus when you were hoping for a slice of post-meal pie. Of course, there’s only one type of pie Frankie Paradise is interested in devouring.

Neither Damascus or Jones are far less interested in hearing what Frankie has to say, than they are in seeing him in person. Unfortunately, that’s JUST what’s happening as Paradise moves to the stage and basks in the glow of his own self-aggrandizing ego.

Dollar: Oh lord….WHY is Frankie Paradise out here?

Susie: Because we have yet to fulfill the cringe quota here in the IWC.

Frankie moves down the ramp amidst a reception that is about as warm as glacial waters.

Frankie: So feast upon the sight of a man with shoulders like boulders and totally fab abs….

The ego stroking persists, with Frankie entering the ring and pointing to a few ladies in the front row that he wouldn’t mind having stroke something else entirely.

Frankie: THE Frankie Paradise is here bitches….and I’m about to lay down the long arm of the law. An arm only slightly shorter than…well….you can fill in the blank.

Romeo: Excuse me….

Romeo has taken hold of a microphone while Frankie has taken leave of his senses.

Romeo: Are you out here for some reason other than making the world clasp their rape whistles a little tighter?

Frankie: If you don’t like me being here, DEAL, Romero….

An eye roll from Damascus.

Frankie:…YOU’RE the reason I’m in this ring right now. Based on what you did to the biggest signee in this company’s history, Lucas Knight….

The name drop is received with disdain….the allure and mystique of Knight’s return to the ring now overshadowed by the actions of the SCW legend…which has put him out of favor with the fans.

Frankie: I’m out here to give you one of those….ya’know…..verbal citation thingies.

Romeo: Ohhhh, so what next, are you going to fine me one credit for the violation of the verbal morality statute?

Frankie: Nah…you’re not getting off that light, Romero.

Romeo: Is your threat supposed to have my heart all aflutter?

Frankie: Threats? I don’t make threats.

Romeo: Well I do….because I’m giving you fair warning, that if you don’t shut your cankerous mouth and take leave of this ring at once, you will regret it for the rest of your miserable life.

Frankie: THAT’S it Romero….hitting Lucas in his baby making stick is one thing…but threatening me…That’s entirely another….SECURITY!

The bumbling oafs that comprise the security staff at once head to the ring via the request of Paradise.

Dollar: What is this….?

Susie: Shhhh….and watch the mediocrity unfold.

Marie and Romeo are finally on the same page, regarding their mutual confusion in regards the presence of the able bodied security guards flanking Paradise.

Frankie: I’m not about to let ANYONE push me around…

Romeo: Unless they’re a member of the Blacklist, right?

Frankie: Cut his microphone…CUT IT RIGHT NOW!

Romeo goes to share his opinion only to find that he has indeed been muted, the microphone rendered useless.

Frankie: Romero…..security is here to remove you from this ring and from this building. You will NOT be competing tonight, because you are suspended for the rest of the evening.

Dollar: WWWHAT!?!

Frankie: Get this beatnik out of my ring right now before I throw him out on his ass.

Security surrounds Romeo…just in case…but surprisingly Damascus remains cool as a cucumber. He complacently steps past Frankie as he is led towards the ropes by the army of enforcers.

Romeo: Are you sure you wish to go down this road?

Damascus cannot help but to pause and whisper into Frankie’s ear.

Romeo: Don’t say you weren’t warned.

Finally Damascus is led from the ring and up the ramp to the back while Frankie turns his focus on an irritated Jones.

Frankie: Oh, don’t worry RED, just because your partner has been suspended, it doesn’t mean I’m calling off your match tonight. I know how much you were looking forward to getting your hands on Ba’al and Lucas Knight, and I’m all about giving over to desires, so tell ya what…you’ll still get your match, only now, it’s a handicap match….DEAL wit it!

It takes absolutely every fiber of Marie’s being to keep from tearing the tongue right out of Frankie’s mouth, yet somehow she manages to do the truly unthinkable and maintain her composure.

Dollar: Marie Jones versus Ba’al AND Lucas Knight, all on her own?

Susie: That’s what happens to ya when you piss off the boss.

Dollar: So much for our hopes that Frankie wouldn’t meddle in ANOTHER of Marie Jones’ matches.

Though Marie keeps her cool, the crowd is as hostile as a pack of New Yorkers stuck in rush hour traffic. The moment that Lucas Knight’s intro tunes blare through the PA system, Frankie is already vacating the squared circle…but not until after blowing a kiss to Jones. ….his method of rubbing salt in the wounds.

Out go the lights with a flick of a switch as all eyes focus onto the stage, just then the screen lights up as the opening to Alpha King by Rev Theory begins to play over the P.A system. Then and only then we see a series of words in italic writing phase in and out on the big screen…

.Infamous.

.British.

.Legendary.

Spotlights all start to focus on the stage entrance now changing colors, shades of red, white and blue and during that time a silhouette of a man can be seen walking out onto the stage with a familiar aura of confidence. Just then the final words explode onto the tron causing the crowd to react accordingly as the music hit’s into full swing…

.LUCAS KNIGHT.

The crowds mixture of cheers and boos fill the arena as the lights come back on fully to show Lucas Knight standing on the stage looking at the crowd, he wears a black robe with red trimmings.

Thomas Boll: “Lady and Gentlefolk, hailing from Santa Monica, California by way of London England. He weigh in at two-hundred and twenty-five pound.. HE LUCAS KNIGHT!!”

Lucas then begins to walk down towards the ring with a confident aura about him, ignoring the fans who are either praising the veteran or insulting him. It doesn’t matter to the Brit as his focus is the ring itself.

Dollar: I cannot help but to feel Lucas Knight’s hands all over this…

Susie: I think Alana Starr is the one who feels Lucas Knight’s hands all over.

Dollar: That’s NOT what I’m…forget it….I think Knight put Frankie up to this based on what Romeo did to him earlier tonight.

Susie: Are you trying to imply that Frankie can be influenced by members of the roster?

Dollar: Yes, and by anyone who has a pair of tits as well.

Susie: Then I should be golden.

The moment that Lukas reaches the base of the ramp, Frankie is there to greet him via a requested knuckle bump. Knight reciprocates then slides into the ring.
The arena lights cut completely and an eerie glow emanates from the screens as the speakers burst into life with a creepy sounding version of a child’s nursery rhyme, sending shivers down the spines of those in attendance and probably those at home too.

“Ring… around… the ro…sie…
Pocket… full… of po… sies
Ash-es… Ash-es…
We all… fall… down…”

As the nursery rhyme comes to it’s disturbing end, crimson pyrotechnics explode on either end of the stage and “Gib Mir Deine Augen” by Rammstein replaces the nursery rhyme on the speakers as the name ‘Ba’al’ begins to slowly dissolve in on the screen in what appears to be blood. Smoke begins to bellow across the stage as the lights around the stage take on an eerie red hue. The curtains open and slowly, the sillhouette of three individuals can be seen stepping through them onto the stage.

Thomas Boll: “Lady and gentlefolk; accompanied at time by “Suicide Queen” Rachel Foxx and sister Jaina Frost, they represent both Cardinal Sin AND Coalition. He weighed in earlier tonight at two hundred and six pound and fight out of New York City, New York. He… BA’AL!”

The lights on the stage raise back to their normal level as a wave of boos wash over the three individuals at the top of the ramp. Ba’al and Rachel share a look of contempt for the fans as Jaina smirks at the people in the crowd, going as far as to wave at them mockingly, blowing kisses at them. With another smirk, Jaina turns back to her brother and his better half and the three of them begin to walk down to the ring.

Dollar: I’m sorry, but I can’t get over this…it’s just not right at all. Marie Jones is about to face two of the most dangerous athletes in this industry.

Susie: Yeah, cause Ba’al is like the scariest guy I’ve seen since C Thomas Howell in Soul-Man.

Dollar: Not only is this two versus one, but you also have to take into account that Jaina Frost, Rachel Foxx AND Frankie Paradise are ALL going to be at ringside.

The moment that Ba’al reaches the base of the ramp, Frankie is there to greet him via a requested knuckle bump. Ba’al’s reaction, far different than Knight’s.

He stares down at the extended knuckle for what seems like eons before Paradise finally lowers it to his side and uses his other hand to nervously scratch the back of his head. Ba’al, Jaina Frost and Rachel then proceed towards the ring.

Dollar: The only saving grace for Marie going into this match might just be the instability of her opponents, considering that Ba’al and Lucas Knight are NOT reading from the same script.

Susie: Yeah, those two get along about as well as Spartans and Persians.

Dollar: Well in Marie’s case, this as big of an underdog story as 300 Spartans battling wave upon wave of Persian hordes.

Susie: JOHNNY! Not all Persians are hordes….

Dollar: HORDES, not…oh again…forget it.

Before the dissension in the ranks can even begin to manifest between Ba’al and Knight, Marie goes on the offensive. She barrels across the ring and then goes flipping over the top rope into a senton plancha that connects with the entirety of Sinistry.

Dollar: Ahhh….Marie taking them all down and taking them all out!

Susie: Everyone save for Knight that is.

Dollar: She know she’s fighting for her very survival here tonight against insurmountable obstacles.

The fans have a candid response, going bat shit crazy. Marie rolls right off the shoulder of Ba’al and lands on her feet directly in front of Frankie.

Paradise is red hot, and his temper is only further flared the moment that Jones blows him a kiss.

She then turns back towards the ring and spots the N.H.B Champion employing the apron to reach his feet while his sister is crawling across the mats in front of him. Marie then takes off, steps from the back of Frost and launches herself into a leg lariat that connects with Ba’al’s sternum, driving his back against the apron as well.

As Marie and Ba’al tear one another apart outside of the ring, Lucas Knight kicks back and relaxes against one of the turnbuckles.

Dollar: And Knight is just loving every moment of this.

Marie gets back to her feet with urgency and catches Rachel charging in with a dropkick to the shin.

Foxx collapses to her elbows and knees before Marie charges in and steps off of her back. She launches herself onto the shoulders of a recovered Ba’al, swinging around then snapping off into a hurricarana.

Ba’al splashes the mats spine first while Marie is sliding into the ring and going right after Knight.

Lucas rushes out of the corner to cut her off only to have Jones drop into a baseball slide right through his legs. She then stands up behind him and delivers a big dropkick to his upper back, sending Knight spiraling into the ropes. He ricochets off and comes back in at Marie who drills him in the jaw with a leaping knee strike, putting Lucas down to his back.

Jones, with self-preservation her primary goal at this point, rushes at the ropes, lunges to the middle one and springs off into the moonsault….NYOOO…..Knight rolls out of the way, causing Marie to instead land directly on her feet.

After taking just a second to collect herself, Jones charges at Knight who bends down, catches her coming in against his shoulder, then heaves her up into the air. Lucas looks on the verge of connecting with a spine buster, but Jones reverses right into a high impact DDT.

Susie: Wow Marie is one feisty dame.

Dollar: Throughout the week, Knight requested that Marie do something to earn his respect, and I think that’s just what she’s accomplishing here tonight.

Knight rolls across the ring clasping at his skull, while Marie rolls across the ring clasping at the ropes. She stands up and spots Ba’al rising to his feet on the outside of the ring. This prompts Jones to take to the air, flying over the cables into a corkscrew cross-body only to have Frankie pull Ba’al by the wrist, yanking him out of harm’s way. As a result Marie slams violently into the mats.

Dollar: God dammit….do you see…do you see why this is so unfair!?!

Susie: Because Marie had her Gameboy confiscated for playing it in the middle of a lecture?

Dollar: No…and who the hell even plays a Gameboy anymore? If facing Ba’al and Lucas wasn’t bad enough, Jones has to deal with the interference of Paradise as well.

Frankie steps back and throws his palms in the air, acting innocent as official Fitzpatrick shouts at him from the ring. Marie, who hit the mats rather hard, begins to stand up just as Ba’al swoops in, hooks her arm around the neck and the thigh, then drops back into an overhead release t-bone suplex. Marie hits the mats even harder than before, reaching for her kidneys and grimacing from the trauma flowing through her body.

Knight then slides to the outside of the ring, takes Marie by her long red locks, rolls her to her feet, wraps around her waist and snaps back into a release over-head belly to belly suplex. Jones hits the mats even HARDER.

Dollar: And now the numbers too much for Marie to overcome.

It’s clear that Marie has sunk her teeth into a bite too big to chew…actually she’s sinking her teeth into her lip in an effort to stifle the pain coursing through her injured body. She tries to stand up only to be cut off by Ba’al, who snatches hold of her hair and uses it to drag her head into a front chancery. He begins to pull her up to her feet and inflict grieves harm upon her, only to have Knight intervene…not to save Marie, but to have the liberty of destroying her himself.

He shoves Ba’al aside and grabs Marie’s head, dragging it under his pit and preparing to DDT her on the floor.

Ba’al rolls into the ring and back out to break the official’s count, and then finds himself seated on the apron with his arms crossed over his chest.

Ba’al: A simple DDT? Honestly, Lucas, THIS is how you intend to destroy this young lass? Have the Coalition taught you nothing in regards to crippling one’s enemy?

Knight rolls his eyes.

Knight: You think you can do better? Then by all means…

He turns Marie over to Ba’al, who drops down from the apron and steps over Jones’ head, wrapping arms around her waist.

Knight: Oh COME ON….A piledriver? What is this…the 1980’s? Get with the times man.

Ba’al: I assure you this is an effective means of….

Knight: Yeah right, a piledriver hasn’t been effective since Jerry Lawler started hitting it twenty times a match.

Ba’al: Then why don’t you demonstrate how to properly punish one’s foe?

Knight: Step aside and let the master work.

Ba’al has never been one to consider himself amongst the lowly serf, but he’ll allow himself to be subservient just this once. Knight steps in and begins to hook both of Marie’s arms for a pedigree on the mats.

Ba’al: Ha….hahahahaha.

Knight takes notice of Ba’al seated on the apron beside him and laughing.

Knight: WHAT!?!

Ba’al: You intend to pedigree her?

Knight: That’s the plan.

Ba’al: And then what next? Are you going to sprout a large misshapen nose and bed the boss’s daughter?

Just as Knight opens his mouth to offer a rebuttal, Marie takes him by the back of the knees and rips his legs out from under him. Lucas collapses to his back and then Jones drops, sending Knight flying into a catapult that causes his head to connect with the groin of Ba’al seated on the apron. Both men suffer, yet Ba’al’s pain is far worse.

Dollar: Marie finds a way to capitalize on this argument between Ba’al and Lucas Knight.

Susie: These two are just not going to be able to work together at all.

Dollar: This is Jones’ opening, she has GOT to go for the win now…

The Prince of Sin rolls into the ring clutching at his wounded package while Knight stumbles back and prepares to be wounded himself. Marie catches him coming in and delivers a Russian Leg Sweep that drives the back of his head and neck into the barricade.

Marie’s spine may not be in the best shape, but even while in dire straits she approaches the ring and summons the strength to climb to the apron. She now waits in anticipation of Ba’al getting to his feet, sizing him up and getting the crowd energized.

The N.H.B Champion starts to work his way up to his feet just as Marie springs to the top rope and soars right into a dropkick to the ribs…But it’s Ba’al’s feet that nail Jones in the mid-section, plucking her out of the air and driving her down to the canvas.

Susie: So much for that momentum boost.

Marie rolls across the ring cradling her injured ribs in her hands, and Ba’al does the same, only so that he can hoist Jones into the air and drop her mid-section directly across his raised knee. The gut buster results in an infliction of pain, that is further exacerbated the moment Ba’al transitions from that move into a snap vertical suplex.

Frankie looks even more delighted than the first time he discovered a link to pornographic imagery over the internet. The smile only widens across his face as he witnesses Ba’al digging his knees into the small of Marie’s back then dropping down into a bow and arrow stretch. Jones is elevated above him and bent at an angle no human body should be able to be twisted in.

The hold seems effective, but does NOT appease Knight.

Lucas slides into the ring but not to inflict punishment. Instead he’s offering his critique on Ba’al’s brand of punishment.

Knight: Geez, what’s this?

Ba’al: It’s called a bow and arrow stretch you daft fool!

Knight: Yeah, I know that, but come on….you’re a Frost, I thought you could get a little more creative and violent than this.

Ba’al: Do you honestly believe you can do better?

Knight: Believe? Nuh-uh, I KNOW I can do better.

Ba’al breaks the hold and drops Marie, allowing Knight to take over. Lucas doesn’t have to be asked twice. He steps in, grabs Marie by the arms and applies a full nelson hold.

Ba’al: Oh my…it’s the infernal MASTER-LOCK. Someone get the time-clock and the performance enhancers ready.

The submission is broken so that Knight can target Ba’al, albeit with his words rather than his knowledge of holds.

Knight: Do you forget who you’re talking to?

Ba’al: The aging punching bag hung from the Frost family tree?

Knight: I’m Lucas Knight, Britain’s finest, and since it’s obvious you never learned anything from Aiken, or Blitzkrieg, maybe you need to take a few lessons from me…

Ba’al: Lessons?

Knight: Lessons in how to get it done, and look GOOD doing it.

Ba’al: No…perhaps it is YOU who requires a lesson in the art of sophisticated barbarity.

Before Knight has the chance to question Ba’al’s blatant oxymoron, the N.H.B Champion is already tangling the legs of Jones and falling back into the bridging inverted Indian Death Lock. The masterfully applied submission results in a grimace by Jones and outright laughter from Knight.

Knight: I think I’ve seen better renditions of this move from Divas in the NXT training grounds.

Ba’al customarily wouldn’t allow such snipes to affect his clear and decisive plan of attack, but Knight manages to get under his skin, just enough to break the hold, stand up and yank Jones’ leg up into the Boston Crab.

Knight: That’s your answer..Scooch over and let me show you how it’s done.

Knight steps over the other leg, lifting it into the air and beginning to apply the Boston Crab.

Ba’al: What are you doing?

Knight: Demonstrating how to apply this move with some finesse.

Ba’al: I require no tutelage from the likes of you.

Ba’al breaks the hold and gives Knight a shove, forcing him to release the Boston Crab as well. Even though he was barely touched, Lucas reacts by going head to head with the N.H.B Champion.

Dollar: Looks like these two have had enough of one another’s verbal prodding’s.

Just when it appears that the two will come to blows, Marie suddenly swoops in and delivers a step up enzugari to the back of Lukas’ head, knocking it directly into Ba’al’s face.

The Prince of Sin twists to the canvas, coming down on his stomach while Knight stumbles into the ropes just past his partner, ricocheting off. His feet then hit the laid out Ba’al’s shoulders, causing him to trip forward and land on top of the N.H.B Champion’s back. Marie, huffing and puffing, steps over top of both adversaries. She then reaches down, grabs Lucas’ legs, lifting them up into the liontamer. The crowd just begins to excite, only to find themselves positively emoting pure elation when Jones reaches through Lucas’ legs, grabs Ba’al under the jaw and pulls up on it. Somehow Jones manages to simultaneously lock in a liontamer on Knight AND a camel clutch on Ba’al.

Dollar: Now this IS an effective hold…Marie has both opponents simultaneously in distress.

Susie: Do you think Jones could force two of IWC’s greatest talents to tap?

Dollar: It’s definitely in the realm of possibilities.

Frankie is in fits outside of the ring, turning towards Rachel and Jaina who are helping one another to their feet. He implores them to do something but neither is in any condition to offer aid.

Jones is closing in on victory but realizes it wouldn’t be done via submission. She breaks both holds and leaves her opponents stacked on top of one another as she takes off into the ropes and back flips form the middle cable into the Divine Impact. The lionsault connects with BOTH opponents, leaving them twitching and agonizing. Marie pushes Lucas over onto his back then crawls across his sternum.

Fitzpatrick drops down and makes the count with the fans chanting along.

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It might seem unbelievable, it might seem beyond the scope of possibilities, it might be no more than the product of a fevered dream, but Jones is about to win this handicap match. That is until Fitzpatrick finds his pants leg snatched hold of as Frankie drags the official out of the ring.

Dollar: Oh what the fu….Marie…Marie had the win and Frankie just snatched it right out of her clutches.

Susie: Again.

Fitzpatrick lands on his feet and immediately puts them to use in order to step right up in Frankie’s face. He threatens him only to have Frankie threaten right back. It’s unsure who’s authority trumps the other, Fitzpatrick being the official for this match and Frankie being the General Manager.

In a split instant, none of it matters anymore, cause Marie dives through the ropes and nails the suicide headbutt on Paradise, knocking the two to the mats.

Susie: Holy spumoni!

Dollar: Marie is fed up! She just took out Paradise.

Susie: Jesus, if Romeo got suspended for the night just for threatening Frankie….imagine what’s going to happen to Marie for putting her hands on him.

Dollar: More like her jaw right into his lips.

The General Manager collapses to the mats with Jones landing directly beside him. She then rushes to her feet, charges at the ring and slides in, only taking a moment to look back and observe her handiwork. Frankie remains strewn across the mats holding his mouth and eyes blazing with hatred for the woman he TRIED to subjugate and control.

Just then Ba’al steps in behind Marie and blasts her to the back of the head with a forearm. She drops into the ropes, ricochets off and Ba’al leaps into the air to catch her, going for the Totalis.

But right as he is about to drop back, Lucas grabs the Sinistry leader and throws him off of Jones.

Knight: This is how you finish a match.

Knight bends down, catches Marie’s arms and begins to heave her up into the Monarchy Rules. Just as he is about to connect with the vertebreaker, Marie manages to get her feet up and drive them directly into Ba’al’s chest, kicking off and flipping backwards over the stooped Knight. She lands directly behind Lucas and then takes instant advantage of his crouched position, grabbing his arm and stepping over the back of his neck.

Dollar: Prepare to be stunned, Susie….

Susie: I’ve already taken the liberty of unbuttoning my pants.

Dollar: Marie about to hit Knight with the Vindicator.

About to is as close as she gets to delivering her version of the playmaker, because Ba’al swoops in to cut her off. However, he runs right into an elevated boot to the gut, doubling him over. Jones then straddles the back of his head and hooks both arms, looking to deliver the Hot Spot. Just as she sets for the pedigree, Knight steps in from behind, traps her arms and heaves her up into the Monarchy Rules.

Dollar: Nooo…Monarchy Rules out of nowhere.

Marie goes limp as a noodle while Lucas pushes her over to her back and hooks the leg.

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Dollar: Blast! Just when it seems that Marie had momentum on her side….

Susie: She found one too many hands in the cookie jar.

Dollar: Okay, I’m not sure if that euphemism works here, but we’ll go with it.

INSTANT REPLAY

We see Marie amazingly hanging in there against two of IWC’s perennial power houses. She manages to avoid the Monarchy Rules by kicking off of Ba’al’s chest and flipping over Lucas’ back, all eventually a set up for the Vindicator.

Dollar: Marie managed to get Lucas in position for the Vindcator…but….as Susie eluded to, there were just too many obstacles to overcome.

Marie cuts off Ba’al’s attempt to intervene by booting him to the ribs and setting for the pedigree, only to leave herself exposed to the Monarchy Rules.

Lucas stands up and celebrates the victory with his arm outstretched by referee Fitzpatrick. Yet all the while Ba’al is crouching behind him, slithering like a snake on the cusp of striking.

Dollar: Ba’al and Knight picked up the win, even though they displayed absolutely NO teamwork whatsoever.

Susie: It looks like things are about to get even more dysfunctional between them.

Ba’al is right on the verge of delivering the Totalis on his unsuspecting prey only to have Knight spin around the moment the N.H.B Champion threatens to lunge from the canvas.

Dollar: Looks like Knight’s spidey sense was tingling.

Lucas stares down the Sinistry member, who produces a truly off putting grin as he continues to slither across the canvas and eventually under the ropes. Rachel immediately approaches him and hands over the N.H.B Championship while Jaina pats her brother on the shoulders.

All the while Frankie is celebrating like its 1999, trying to dance to the tune of Mein Hertz Brennt by Rammstein.

But it’s a different tune that Paradise finds himself reacting to once Ba’al’s music dies out in the background.

Marie: Paradise….

An exhausted and still traumatized Marie speaks up from her seated base in the corner of the ring. With microphone given to her by Thomas Boll, she unleashes her pint up frustrations via words rather than the far more desired method of driving fists into the General Manager’s face.

Marie: This has gone on long enough….You’ve treated me with absolutely no respect since the very first day I stepped foot in this ring….You thought I was beneath Lucas….

An annoyed Knight arches an eyebrow as he stops his exit from the ring, standing half in and half outside of it with one foot on the apron.

Marie: And although I lost tonight, I’ll still prove you wrong, Paradise, when I beat your highly touted signee at Invictus….

Frankie chuckles at the notion and turns his back on Marie, heading up the ramp….

Marie: Where are you going? I’m not through with you yet!

The chuckling stops as Frankie turns back to the center of the ring, eyes clouding with anger.

Marie: This disrespect, all this interference in my career, it HAS to end…Which is why I’m challenging you, Paradise…

Frankie: YOU….challenging ME?

Marie: You-me-NewAge-one on one.

The crowd has blown loads in their britches at the thought of these two coming to an epic clash on NewAge. Frankie’s upper lip curls in response before snapping his fingers and requesting a microphone be immediately placed in his palm.

Frankie: In what world do you think you’re in my league, Marie? I’m Frankie “FRIGGIN” Paradise….and woman like you don’t belong in the ring with The Frankie…they only belong on their knees before me…

Marie: Are you afraid, Paradise? Are you afraid that this helpless little girl will show you up at NewAge? Is that why you’re running?

Paradise finds it harder and harder to keep his calm.

Marie: The way I see it, if you really want people to stop challenging your authority, and prove your more than just the Blacklist’s bitch….

Frankie: I’m no one’s bitch!

Paradise leaps onto the apron right beside Lucas, before removing a handkerchief from his pocket and swiping the toes of Knight’s shoe.

Frankie: You had a spot there.

Knight looks pleased.

Frankie: Now as I was saying, I am no one’s bitch….And apparently I need to prove it….If you want me at NewAge, you’ve got me at NewAge, Marie…but rest assured RED, you’ll be getting a lot more than you asked for.

Though she has tasted defeat tonight, Marie will delight in the banquet of pain she serves to Paradise….a dish best served cold.

Dollar: I’m speechless….

Susie: And I’m Susie.

Dollar: It’s official…Marie Jones versus Frankie Paradise on NewAge.

Susie: Finally Paradise is going to answer for what he’s done to Marie over the past few months.

Dollar: Speaking of challenges, one was made via social media a few weeks ago, and now tonight it FINALLY goes down, Taylor Chase to defend the World Heavyweight Title against Gary Matt, with the Maniac’s career on the line to help sweeten the pot.

Gary Matt: I HAVE to protect her…

The music provided only enhances the drama which relates to Gary Matt’s and Taylor Chase’s tumultuous relationship. A relationship wrought with betrayal.

Gary: I HAVE to save her….

The music provided doesn’t do justice to the magnitude of Gary’s plot to undo the World Heavyweight Champion. Brief glimpses are provided into the inner workings of Gary’s troubled mind, as we find his naked body seated on the edge of a bed with Mika Kozlov writhing beneath the sheets behind him.

Gary: Taylor NEEDS me…

In spite of their differences, Taylor still possesses the compassion to kiss a troubled Gary on his cheek and leave a room. She is unaware of Matt’s palm clutching pain pills that have been ground into dust.

Gary: I’m the only one who can keep her safe…

Matt rushes the ring and aids both Taylor and Orlando in a skirmish against the Blacklist.

Gary: Taylor NEEDS me…..

After dispatching the Blacklist, Matt turns to acknowledge the kiss being shared between Chase and Orlando.

Gary: I HAVE to save her…

The powdery residue that was once Gary’s pain pills are present in his palm.

A kneeling Matt buries his cheek into the hip of Taylor’s sister, Ashley-Marie.

Gary: Why did she leave? WHY!?!

Matt is shown fainting in the ring and being helped to the back on a stretcher.

Gary: Why did she leave me? WHY!?!

Matt drops to his knees, vomiting…another symptom of concussion syndrome.

Gary: Why did she leave me? WHY!?!

Matt is show fainting in front of Orlando before being loaded onto a stretcher.

Gary: I HAVE to protect her….

A valiant effort is put in by the highly enraged Taylor Chase, who repeatedly subjects Mika Kozlov to an endless barrage of shots from the kendo-stick.

Gary: She NEEDS me.

In the midst of Taylor’s assault on her adoptive sister, the remainder of the Blacklist push Gary towards the ring strapped to a stretcher and powerless.

Gary: I HAVE to protect her…

Taylor prepares to connect with the TKO on Mika, diving knee first into her face but finding her own spine connecting with the canvas when Gary catches her in mid-air, then drops her via the full nelson slam.

Gary: I HAVE to save her…

Matt licks Taylor’s cheek as she finds herself bound to the ropes, unable to defend herself.

Gary: She NEEDS me.

TONIGHT

Taylor holds up the World Heavyweight Championship, before cutting to her gripping something else, a kendo-stick that she repeatedly drives into Gary’s body.

Taylor Chase versus Gary Matt

The Brain Damage is employed to drive Taylor into the canvas and leave her exposed to the pinfall by Mika Kozlov.

Championship versus Career

A compilation of scenes bombard the screen, featuring Taylor kissing Gary on the cheek, Chase nailing Gary with a kendo-stick, Matt watching Chase and Orlando locking lips, and ultimately Gary psychotically wedging his forehead against Taylor’s while she is bound to the ropes.

Gary: I NEED to save her….

Gary: Taylor…Taylor…Taylor…

Matt’s forehead slides back and forth across a mirror’s surface, his eyes centimeters removed from his reflection’s.

Gary: You didn’t trust me….You didn’t respect me….You didn’t love me.

An emotionally detached Matt turns and slides down the mirror so that his back remains wedged against it even as he falls onto a bench.

Gary: Yet even as you insulted me, as you rubbed my nose in your relationship with Orlando, I stood by you. I never gave up on you. I never gave up on US.

Gary’s hands slowly slide up onto the top of his head, smoothing back his hair.

Gary: You spat on me, you degraded me, you disrespected me, and you trivialized my feelings for you, and yet even after all that, I still came to that ring ready to defend you against the Blacklist. But over time, I began to see it as more and more of a lost cause. It didn’t matter how much I loved you, the efforts I went through to protect you. The harder I tried, the further you pushed me away.

Becoming World Champion, it changed you Taylor. Suddenly everyone who cared about you became irrelevant. You stopped caring about Mika, you stopped caring about me, hell, you even let Ashley-Marie, your own sister, get fired without so much as batting an eyelash. And still, even with all that being common knowledge, I’M considered the bad guy? No…that’s not how I’ll be remembered. Rather I win that title in the ring tonight, or walk away from it for the very last time, the truth about Chase will come out, and ultimately, I’ll be seen as a messiah, rather than a pariah. I WILL save you tonight, Taylor, by revealing to everyone, who you REALLY are.

Mark Comeau occupies the standard interview area microphone in hand.

Comeau: Howdy all, it’s me Mark, and I’m standing here with that handsome son of a bitch, Marcus Mayfield…

The camera turns to encompass Mayfield, who looks less like his usual debonair and charismatic self and far more morose than normal.

Comeau: Marcus, I understand that you’ve requested this time.

Marcus: You bet I have.

Mayfield turns from Comeau to the camera.

Marcus: I wanted to discuss the actions of Amanda Blayze directed at the lovely Mrs. Pearson, as well as Blayze’s recent association with Lukas Montgomery….HOWEVER….now I want to talk primarily about the Blacklist and what they just did to Nathan Creed.

Merely referencing the attack on Creed turns Marcus’ stomach.

Marcus: Honor, nobility and respect are what motivate me to compete in that wrestling ring…And these are beliefs I share with Kathryn Pearson. So I can safely speak on her behalf when I say that we are beyond repulsed by the actions of the Blacklist, and we shall do something about it. I get my hands on that toad Lukas Montgomery, on NewAge, but I believe we can do one better than that. If Orlando Cruze is in need of partners at Invictus, I will gladly step up not only on his behalf, but the behalf of this company and this industry, to put an end to the Blacklist.

Darko: Whoa there, Bud.

Mayfield is in no mood for the antics of Danny Darko, who steps forth and provides his own keen insight on all that has occurred here tonight and in recent weeks.

Marcus: What do you want, Daniel? I was in the midst of something IMPORTANT.

Darko: OUCH…that one actually stung a little….But at the very least, it’s nice that people are actually starting to pay attention to me.

Marcus: You kind of make it hard for us to ignore you.

Darko: I do possess a certain flair for being the center of attention, and I did take center stage on the last NewAge, when I stood up to the Blacklist. Which put a ‘W’ in your win column.

Marcus: True. I suppose I owe you some gratitude…

Darko: SOME? Nah, you owe me A LOT of gratitude. In fact, you should be so thankful that I saved your ass from Montgomery on NewAge, and that I didn’t take the opportunity to cripple your arm a few weeks ago on Riot!, that you should step aside and let me fight the Blacklist inside of Hell in a Cell at Invictus.

Marcus: Why do you even care?

Darko: Not that I owe you motives…But I hate the Blacklist for disrupting the plans I had in place for Gary and I. The two of us could have taken the IWC by storm, but instead they took my friend, and they turned him into another of their cronies. He could have been so much more if he just stood beside me instead of standing alongside the Blacklist.

Marcus: So wait….you want me…a man motivated by defending the honor of this very business as we know it….to step aside so that a man like you…who is blinded by jealousy…can step into the Hell in a Cell?

Darko: You hit the nail right on the head there bud.

Marcus: I apologize, Daniel, but the answer is NO!

Darko: Marcus-Marcus-Marcus…

Danny playfully slaps Mayfield on the bicep.

Darko: I’m doing you another solid here by giving you a choice in the matter. But your only choice, is rather you step aside willingly, or I FORCE you aside so that I can enter the cell.

Marcus: You’re more than welcomed to give it a try, Sir.

Just as Darko squares up on Mayfield, and one of them prepares to get froggy and leap, a forearm drills Mayfield to the upper back. Nikolai Kozlov has dumped Mayfield right into Darko, who tries to prop Mayfield up as the two stagger towards the interview set. As Darko tries to hold up Mayfield, his face is subjected to a pulverizing blow by all five knuckles of Savage.

With Darko dazed, Savage is able to grab the waistband of Mayfield, back him up, grab his neck and throw him shoulder first right into Danny’s ribs. Both men crash into the set and bounce off it to the floor.

Savage then steps in and bends over the pair wearing a vile smirk.

Savage: I don’t think you two have got the message yet. NO ONE is stepping inside of the Hell in a Cell with Cruze…NO ONE.

Savage steps aside swatting his palms against one another and leaving the pair ailing on the concrete, Darko holding his ribs and Mayfield grimacing from the trauma inflicted on the back of his neck, the damage done by the Blacklist insurance policy.

The Evolution Title shines in the clutches of Andre Jordan. He and Tabitha are still celebrating the huge victory by Andre earlier this evening, the fruits of his labors presently adorning his shoulder.

Andre: Serious question…which shoulder does it look best on?

Andre throws the gold from one shoulder to the other.

Tabitha: Looks good anywhere you put it.

Andre: Feels good too…Feels even better knowing I’ve got something that Chase Global wants their grubby mitts on.

Tabitha: I’m glad to see a smile on your face, Andre.

Andre: Been a while since I’ve had anything to smile over.

Tabitha: Yeah, guess I’m partially to blame for that, what with standing between you and that challenge you made to Chase Global. But now that you’ve had time to think about it, I’m sure you see that a 4 on 1….it wouldn’t end pretty for you.

Andre: Well….I still want the entirety of Chase Global, but I’ll settle for two out of four at Invictus. I just hope Robert holds up his end of the bargain.

Tabitha: The guy is unpredictable….dangerously so. We need to start surrounding ourselves with people we can trust…people who have some loyalty….some honor.

Andre: Yeah? Where we gonna find someone like that around here?

Tabitha: I don’t think we’ll have to look too far.….

They stop just outside of the very trainer’s office.

Andre: You don’t mean?

Tabitha: Katelyn Buehler’s a hot commodity, Andre….she’s on the tip of everyone’s tongue….And she’s shown some incredible growth as an athlete. I think Silverstone Inc. would benefit greatly from having her as a client.

Andre: You know what, just work your magic and then come find me when you’re done with….all of this.

Andre distances himself from this particular plot, considering that Katelyn Buehler is a total stranger to him. He trusts Tabitha though, so he leaves her to do what she does best. Silverstone, who has made previous pitches to Buehler, steps towards the door in order to make her greatest pitch of all. But the second she reaches out for the knob, she finds it yanked away from her palm. Instead of locking eyes on Buehler, she finds herself staring at a bandaged up Hurse.

Tabitha: Oh….um….is Mrs. Buehler in there?

Hurse: She is?

Tabitha: Okay….mind stepping aside so I can see her?

Hurse: Actually yes….yes I do mind.

Tabitha: Ermm….do we have some kind of problem I’m not aware of?

Hurse: Katelyn’s in no condition at the moment to entertain any offer you might be making. So maybe it would be best if you saved this conversation for NewAge?

Tabitha: Oh…well….guess she probably is in a lot of pain.

Hurse: You don’t know the half of it….Trainer suspects there are some pretty serious breaks in her hand.

Tabitha: Alright, I’m sure I’ll catch up with her sometime this week when she’s feeling a little better.

Silverstone turns to leave but finds her wrist caught by Hurse.

Hurse: Wait….I’m here…why not make your pitch to me?

Tabitha: To…..You?

Hurse: Yeah….I might be interested in signing with Silverstone Inc.

Tabitha: Really?

Hurse: Absolutely.

Tabitha: Um, okay…..how do I put this?

Hurse is concerned by her reluctance.

Tabitha: Silverstone Inc. only associates with athletes who have….talent.

Hurse: Oh…..ouch.

The car is ready, the engine started via the remote switch on her key chain, and Rose Savior is mere moments from leaving the Manhattan Center. She approaches the car and never looks back.

Sparkles: HOOOLY BEJESUS!

The hand reaching out for the car door tenses, as Rose’s whole body tightens into a cringe. Now she does look back, prompted by the puppet and the ventriloquist eagerly racing towards her.

Sparkles: I KNEW my motivational speech would bring you around.

Rose: Oh yes…cause your such an inspirational speaker.

Sparkles: Damn straight I am…you have no idea how many women I’ve talked the pants off of in the past.

Greyson: He ain’t kiddin’….the guy has seen more fur than Jack Hanna.

Rose: I’ll pretend for a second that that’s not the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard.

Sparkles: But the point is, your back now….The Savior’s have made their glorious return to….

Rose: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

Though Sparkles is incapable of much in the way of emotion, one can detect that his heart has fallen into the very pit of his stomach.

Rose: When I get in this car and take off, it’ll be the last time you see me leaving an IWC arena.

Sparkles: But….but….but….

Rose: But NOTHING…I’m sorry…sorry to anyone who got the wrong idea after watching my attack on Mika tonight.

Sparkles; You mean…that’s the last of the girl on girl action we’re gonna see between you and Mika?

Rose: I’m afraid so Sparkles….My assault on Kozlov was to get revenge, nothing more. She and the Blacklist laid out my husband on NewAge, and I couldn’t live with letting them get away with that.

Sparkles: So you’re just gonna leave us dangling like an old man’s nutsack?

Rose: I accomplished what I came for, Sparkles….The Blacklist are no longer the Evolution Champion and my husband has been vindicated.

Sparkles: So we’re honestly never gonna see you again?

Rose: Jesus Christ, don’t turn this into some sappy ET farewell moment.

Sparkles: If I do, does that mean you’ll poke me inappropriately with your finger?

Rose: Just…just take care of yourselves, boys.

Savior makes her move towards the vehicle.

Sparkles: Well Rose, I hate to see you leave, but I do love to watch you go….

Just as Rose opens the door to her car a fireball flies directly into her face. A loud scream cuts through the parking garbage as Savior buries her face in her hands and collapses to the concrete.

Mika: Leaving so soon?

Kozlov steps out of the car holding a bottle of liquor In one hand and a lighter in the other…the very tools she needed to set Rose’s face ablaze.

Mika: We barely had a chance to catch up on old times, Bilad’.

The car is fully exited by the deranged Russian femme fatale, who relishes in the symphony of Rose’s screams.

Greyson: What did you do!?!

Sparkles and Greyson drop to Rose’s side as she keeps her charred flesh buried beneath open palms.

Sparkles: Have you lost your God damn mind?

Mika: Pfft, relax mal’chiki…..

The puppet and the ventriloquist are so paralyzed by fear that neither even reacts as Mika stoops down and scratches Sparkles under the chin.

Mika: If you’re so easily offended by this…then you’re not going to want to see what I do to Taylor….next.

When Alexander Grand Bell invented the telephone, he had three missed calls waiting from Blake Mason.

A jet-back Hennessy Venom GT speeds through the streets, cutting in and out of traffic.

Blake Mason can win a game of connect four in only three moves.

The Venom GT screeches around a sharp curve but somehow keeps its tires gripped to the black-top.

Some people wear Superman pajamas. Superman wears Blake Mason pajamas.

The million dollar plus vehicle flies right through a red light traveling at excess of a hundred miles per hour. It speeds right past a police cruiser. The officers inside turn to one another and shake their heads before going back to eating their donuts.

Uri Geller bends spoons with his mind…Blake Mason bends minds with a spoon.

The vehicle comes to a dead stop even after threatening to break the sound barrier.

He is sophistication…he is wealth…he is power….

Black Mason steps out of the car…albeit in slow mo….cause slow motion just gives everything that epic vibe….

And doves…yes…there are more doves than in a John Woo film….A whole flock flies between Mason and the camera. With his thousand dollar suit flapping in the wind, Mason removes the shades from his eyes in David Caruso fashion.

Blake: I’m Blake Mason….and I have it all.

A still image of Rose Savior making her exit from the Manhattan Center.

Dollar: Blake Mason IS coming to the IWC, but just before the break, Rose was trying to LEAVE the IWC until tragedy struck.

Susie: As if what’s happened to Nathan Creed and Katelyn Buehler tonight wasn’t bad enough.

Dollar: What happened to Rose was just…just….Well…watch for yourselves.

After a brief farewell is shared between Rose and Sparkles, the former World Champion opens her car door and is greeted with a fireball directly to the face. She plummets to the concrete screaming in agony while Mika sticks her head out of the car wearing a repulsive smile.

Dollar: Mika Kozlov in a sickening attempt to get revenge on Rose for costing her the Evolution Title…spit a friggin fireball directly into her face.

Susie: Well…didn’t Mika warn Rose that if she ever showed up again, she would burn her alive?

Dollar: I suppose there is truly no low in which the Blacklist will not stoop to…no act of barbarism they will not employ…

TAYLOR CHASE © VS. GARY MATT
WORLD TITLE VS. CAREER

The familiar lyrics provided by Hate Breed descend over the PA system and ‘The Maniac’ is on his way towards the ring.

Dollar: Well, I’m gonna be hard-pressed to do it, but we’re gonna carry on here. This is it ladies and gentlemen, the main event we’ve ALL been anticipating tonight. Gary Matt scheduled to challenge Taylor Chase…and can you possibly ask for higher stakes than what the two of these athletes are about to put on the line.

Susie: The evil Gar-Bear puts his career up for grabs against Taylor’s World Title….This is gonna be bigger than Bob’s gorgeous ass.

The crowd really lets lose when Gary Matt steps through the curtains, surprisingly on his own, no Blacklist delegation surrounding him. It appears Gary just doesn’t want to end it…he wants the privilege of doing it on his own. He desires Chase all to himself.

Dollar: This issue really got heated several weeks ago…when Gary Matt revealed his true motivations.

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As if there weren’t enough video recaps throughout the night, here’s another one to sink your teeth into. Gary Matt, serving as special guest referee stands in the ring and watches as Taylor Chase faces off against Mika Kozlov….The damaged World Champion looks to cripple Kozlov with her TKO, flying through the air to finish her off only to be caught in mid-air and driven to the canvas with the Brain Damage by her ex-husband.

Susie: In an act that’ll make Taylor Chase’s divorce lawyers insanely happy, Gary publically abused Tay-Tay in the ring.

Dollar: Chase was on the verge of defeating Mika Kozlov once and for all, only to have Gary double cross his former lover, and allow Mika to pin Taylor in the center of the ring.

Gary is leaning against the ropes and watching the Cartel-tron with a snide grin on his face….fondly remembering the night he brought Taylor down to earth….or more accurately the canvas.

Dollar: But tonight, Gary’s not coming at Taylor from behind, or two on one, this is a straight up, head on car wreck we’re about to witness.

”Boss’s Daughter” has the crowd rubber-necking, everyone watching the stage, including Gary.

Dollar: Listen to the reception for the World Heavyweight Champion!

Susie: I would, but I’m also trying to listen to My Pet Pony on my Kindle.

Dollar: Well you’re gonna want to put that away, because you’ll never be able to live with yourself if you miss this main event.

Speaking of can’t miss moments, you’d be pretty hard pressed not to have seen the footage coming out of NewAge, where Taylor Chase finally indulged her inner demons. This is exhibited by her wanton destruction of both Gary Matt and Mika Kozlov inside of the ring with a kendo-stick.

Dollar: And even more sizzle got added to the steak when on NewAge, Taylor, lost all semblance of control and just decimated Gary Matt and Mika Kozlov. The two forces who have been out for months to sabotage and ruin her career got a small taste of what Tay has in store for Matt tonight.

Susie: It’s been widely speculated that Taylor has finally unleashed the monster. Guess we’re gonna find that out here in a moment. And if it’s the Cookie Monster she’s channeled, that would be awesome.

The intro tunes of Taylor continue to play in the background and the hype is at an all-time high. It pays off with a huge uproar at the sight of Chase stepping through the curtains shoulder weighed heavy by the World Heavyweight Championship.

Dollar: Taylor Chase…World Heavyweight Champion…puts it all up for grabs here tonight. This is her chance at revenge against the Blacklist…against her ex-husband….against anyone beset to undermine her.

Susie: Go get’em Tay-Tay.

Dollar: This needs to end for Taylor tonight, she can’t afford to let this issue carry over any further. If she makes it past Gary tonight, her mind HAS to focus on defending the title against Legion…

Susie: Wait..wait…wait!

Suddenly a kendo-stick swings directly into the upper back of the World Heavyweight Champion. The belt drops from her shoulder and her body goes rolling down the ramp as Mika Kozlov follows behind with weapon dangling from her hand.

Dollar: KOZLOV…she just blasted Taylor in the back with a kendo-stick.

Susie: We all should have known the Blacklist wouldn’t keep their noses out of this match, especially given Mika and Taylor’s family dilemma.

Dollar: This is ridiculous, absolutely, positively ridiculous. Why can’t Taylor just have a straight up match for once? Why? And wasn’t what Mika just did to Rose bad enough!?!

Susie: Mika is never gonna let Taylor have a straight up match, and she’s not gonna let Taylor keep that World Title after she lost the Evolution gold earlier tonight.

This is evidenced not only by the shot from the kendo-stick, but the fact that Mika is extracting a pair of handcuffs from her pocket.

Susie: Erm…handcuffs AGAIN?

Dollar: It looks like Mika is gonna shackle Taylor and leave her with no defenses against Gary…

Susie: That strategy didn’t work out too well for the Blacklist inside of the steel cage at Last Stand.

Gary has taken a seat in the corner of the ring, kicking back and relaxing as he lets Mika get this out of her system and do the brunt of his dirty work for him.

Mika: Monsters should be in chains…Tay-Tay.

The shackle is about to clasp around Chase’s wrist just when Mika finds herself blasted in the upper back with a crowbar.

The roar is quite deafening at the sight of Mika collapsing at the feet of Brittany Lohan.

Dollar: The Blue Eyed Devil has just saved Taylor.

Susie: But it looks like she’s gonna take this a step further.

The handcuffs destined for Taylor find themselves instead shackling around Mika’s wrist. Lohan then drags Kozlov towards the ring and puts the other end of the cuffs around the bottom rope.

Dollar: And Brittany making sure that Kozlov can no longer influence this match while getting some revenge for what the Blacklist did to her last week.

Susie: She’s a great multitasker, I can’t even brush my teeth while standing.

Lohan now backs away from the ring and watches a barely conscious Kozlov struggling against the cuffs. Her eyes avert to Gary shouting at her from the ring, but that barking ends when Matt realizes he’s about to feel the bite of the woman now standing at Lohan’s side. Brittany pats Taylor on the back then notices Aaron Harrison and Lukas Montgomery charging down the ramp after her, causing the Blue Eyed Devil to hop the barricade with the Blacklist in hot pursuit.

Dollar: NOW we’re finally going to see it, Taylor is on her feet and she’s ready to fight Gary.

Susie: Yep, they’re totally having a face off right no….HERE SHE COMES.

Chase barrels down the ramp and slides into the ring just as Gary comes rushing in to cut her off with a right hand. But Chase ducks under it, and then steps to Gary’s side, applying a headlock before unleashing a series of fists to his exposed face.

Matt shoves her off though into the cables and then waits for Taylor to come back in. Gary bends down to catch her with a back drop only to have Taylor stop just short of walking into the move and deliver a big punt to her opponent’s face.

Gary stands up straight and stumbles back while Taylor lunges into a Lou Thez Press, crashing right into Matt’s chest. The two collapse to the canvas with Gary under Taylor…a position he would probably have no problem with in the past, but now instead of feeling ecstasy, he suffers pain. Chase unleashes a barrage of rights and lefts to Matt, truly rejoicing in her destruction of her former husband.

A handful of Gary’s hair is used to drag him over to his knees where Tay subjects the Maniac to forearm after forearm after forearm square in the cheek. She then twists into a spinning back heel kick ramming Gary in the side of the face. An echo of the kick can be heard throughout the arena and sends Matt rolling across the ring.

In spite of these shots, Gary is still hanging in there….now rolling into the ropes and using them to begin standing up. He only gets to his knees before Taylor steps in, grabs his t-shirt and rips it right down the middle, revealing his chest.

She then steps back and delivers a roundhouse kick to the chest, followed by a second and then a third, and then a fourth….a fifth…a sixth….a seventh….The stiff blows echo throughout the Manhattan Center and leave Gary sliding down to his seat. He looks spent only a few minutes into this title match.

Susie: Gary DID NOT see this coming.

Dollar: He thought he’d be getting a handcuffed, already beaten down Taylor for this title match, not one this fired up…this unstable and destructive.

Gary rolls to the outside of the ring holding his sternum while Taylor steps to the apron behind him, lying in wait. A shaken Matt turns to the squared circle just as Chase comes running across the apron and blasts him directly to the face with a big running kick.

The incredibly stiff shot almost has Matt performing a full back flip, crashing across the back of his neck and shoulders on the mats. Taylor now slides back into the ring and gives her opponent not a second’s reprieve. She grabs the top rope and pulls herself into a senton bomb out of the ring and into Gary’s ribs spread across the mats below.

Dollar: Taylor with a big high risk splash via the senton. We’re seeing a very different side of Taylor tonight.

Susie: I think this just validates the claims that Taylor has unleashed this monster within her.

Dollar: Exactly what the Blacklist wanted, but I think they’re regretting that choice now..

Indeed, the Blacklist is getting precisely what they requested, the full unbridled passions of Chase. She drags Gary along to his feet, takes him by the wrist and whips him along into the steps. Suddenly Gary reverses though, instead sending Chase rushing into the stairs.

Chase is sent sailing into the steel shoulder first, bashing against it with cringe worthy results.

The Maniac finally gets in some offense and now looks to follow up, rushing at Taylor who suddenly steps away from the stairs and levels him with a leg lariat.

Dollar: Even the stairs not enough to quell Taylor’s passions.

Susie: If you rub your crotch on the corner just the right way it might….

Dollar: Those are NOT the type of passions I’m talking about Susie.

Taylor again drags Gary to his feet and deposits him into the ring, breaking official Fitzpatrick’s ten count. Chase pauses only momentarily to wave to her adopted sister chained to the bottom rope, Mika trying to burst free and get hands around Chase’s throat. But instead it’s Gary who manages to do this the moment that Taylor sticks her head through the cables. Matt charges in and grabs the distracted Taylor around the neck, delivering a swinging neckbreaker that drops the back of Chases head across the middle rope.

Taylor bounces off the cables and now finds herself seated across the middle one, her arms falling over the top cable. Gary takes instant advantage of this position, stepping up behind Chase, wrapping arms around her waist then snapping back into a bridging German suplex.

Dollar: Gary about to save his career AND take the title from Taylor.

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Taylor then delivers a big leaping European Uppercut that has Gary staggering back into the ropes, before following him in. Unfortunately she rushes right into a drop toe hold that sends her throat plummeting directly into the middle rope and her head snapping back with some vicious whiplash.

Matt then steps in behind her and throws his legs over the back of Taylor’s head and the middle cable, sitting on top of it and wedging her larynx to the rope.

Susie: There is no low Gary will not stoop to in order to inflict punishment on Taylor tonight.

The official starts a five count, only getting to four though, when Gary breaks the hold, slips to the apron then rushes across it and connects with a basement dropkick. Both boots nail Chase to the temple and send her rolling back to the center of the ring.

The trauma is taking its toll, a very heavy one on the World Champion, who pushes herself up onto hands and knees. Before she can even start to crawl, Gary rushes across the ring, lunges into the air and drops spine to spine against Taylor, hitting a back first splash across Chases kidneys.

The World Champion goes down and Gary sits up at her side, a twisted grin inhabiting his face.

Susie: You can tell Gary is actually enjoying himself tonight.

Dollar: Of course, Matt has had this plan in the works for MONTHS….this is the culmination to all of his fake concussions, to all of his ‘claims’ that he was here to help Taylor.

Susie: Are you sure they were JUST claims. I think the Blacklist has warped this man’s fragile mind and Mika and company managed to manipulate Gary into turning his back on Chase.

Dollar: Well there were some rumors throughout the week that Gary regretted some of decisions, and that he was upset with the Blacklist’s treatment of his cousin Brooklyn Smith.

The back of Chase has withstood so much trauma thus far, and is about to suffer even greater punishment. Matt steps in and over Taylor’s head, wrapping arms around her waist and then snapping her up and onto his shoulder.

Before Chase has a chance to react, Gary is hitting an over the shoulder back breaker to a prolonged wail of despair from the audience.

Chase crumbles to the canvas and is only allowed to lie there for a few moments before Matt slides in behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He applies the bearhug, squeezing the ribcage, and inflicting further punishment on the back as well.

Taylor’s face shows just how much pain she’s in, her eyes bulging from their sockets, her lips twisting into a grimace and her brows arched to complete her mask of misery.

Mika’s face shows an entirely different story, her eyes glowing, her lips upturned into a grin and her brows narrowed and pointed as she almost gets off on the destruction of her malishka.

Both expressions change though, when Chase begins to rock her body from side to side and actually tries to reverse. That’s when Gary drops into a sideways roll, pulling Chase along and onto the back of her shoulders as Matt bridges his body up and into the pin.

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Taylor kicks out and in the process falls to her side while Gary rolls right along with her. He ends up kneeling behind Chase and continuing to exert pressure in the form of the bearhug.

Susie: Poor Tay-Tay has already taken a lot of punishment these past few weeks via her repeated runs in with the Blacklist….

Dollar: And we’re seeing the wear and tear of those bouts playing out right now before our very eyes.

Susie: Speaking of people who are SUPPOSED to be watching this match, and SUPPOSED to be watching the back of the World Heavyweight Champion…where’s Legion and Mr. Gaunt? I bet their buying me something at Hot Topic. FYI, Leeland, I wear a child’s medium.

The fans are starting to simmer down and Taylor is starting to lose precious momentum. Something has to be done, as we’re getting into crunch time, and now Chase steps up to make the buzzer beating shot. Chase shows no scruples about reaching back, digging her nails directly in Gary’s eyes and raking them ever so viciously. The official is all over Chase like white on rice, but Taylor pays him no never-mind, keeping her focus on exactly where it should be….the boots of Matt traveling directly for her head.

Gary rushes in from behind and delivers another basement dropkick only to have Taylor swing her body of position. As a result Matt hits the canvas back first and Taylor’s boots hit his ribs with the double stomp. And the second Chase lands on Gary’s mid-section, she’s already back flipping through the air into a standing moonsault that has her crashing down right across his chest.

The official immediately starts a three count.

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Not just yet, Gary gets a shoulder up and saves his career.

Dollar: I thought that might have been it after an impressive and damaging series of blows from this inventive Chase.

Susie: That’s why Tay has kept the title so long, you never know where she’s coming at you from next.

Chase keeps momentum rolling in her favor. She stands up and steps over Gary’s worn body before leaping into another standing moonsault. Only this time she comes down unto shoulders as opposed to ribs. Matt manages to rise to his knees and catch the World Champion on his shoulders, eliciting a wave of utter shock from the crowd.

Gary then stands up and swings Taylor around, catching her under his arm and delivering a devastating side slam that targets the back. Now Matt is hooking the leg, realizing he might have the title.

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He fails to take what Taylor holds so near and dear to her heart. This kick-out only compels Gary to become even more aggressive somehow. He slips in behind Chase and wraps his arms AGAIN about her waist, reapplying the bearhug.

The squeeze on the mid-section and the lower back has Chase bellowing in pain but not uttering those two magic words that will cost her the title.

Susie: Gary, much like Tay, just refusing to let up.

Dollar: There is so much on the line here tonight, Susie. Never before have we witnessed a main event on Riot with such high stakes. We’ve got Taylor putting her title and her main event spot at Invictus on the line against Gary Matt, who is risking his career to take the one thing that Chase worked so hard to capture.

The drama unfolds in climatic fashion before the fans, who don’t even dare to blink as they watch Chase TRY to fight through the pain radiating all throughout her body. However, Gary only applies greater force on the mid-section until it feels like Chase’s organs are about to turn into gelatin.

Fans: TAYLOR…TAYLOR…TAYLOR!

The energy surging through the Manhattan Center begins to replenish Chase’s lost strength.

Susie: Chase is starting to fight through this, she knows what’s up for grabs here.

Dollar: She worked all of her life to become World Champion, and she’s not about to let Gary be the one who takes this away from her.

Chase grabs Gary’s clasped hands and actually begins to work them up towards her mouth. The fans delight in the sight of Chase BITING Matt’s hand, almost chewing off Gary’s thumb. To keep that from happening Matt is forced to relinquish the submission, freeing Chase, who immediately drops to her back, lifts her legs, and wraps them around Matt’s waist. She then pulls him down to the canvas into a roll up, Tay seated on his sternum and holding down the creases of his knees.

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Gary manages to kick out and in the process roll back, reversing the pin onto Taylor. Now Gary is seated on top of Taylor’s chest and holding down the creases of her knees.

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Chase doesn’t just kick out, but falls over to her side in the process, reversing their positions. Chase is squatting down unto Gary’s sternum and gripping the back of his legs.

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Matt kicks out and sends Chase rolling completely over backwards to her feet, the sequence concluding. Matt rushes to his knees as Taylor comes barreling in only to have Gary stand up, catch her against his shoulder, then twist around into a Double A style spinebuster

All of the air, all of the fight, all of the determination is knocked out of Taylor’s body, and Gary crawls into the creases of knees, wedging his shoulders there in order to take advantage.

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Chase manages to somehow thwart Gary’s ambitions, launching her shoulder from the ring and keeping the World Title in her possession.

Dollar: These two going back and forth, knowing each other so well…

Susie: I imagine they did quite a bit of training together while they were still a couple.

The moment Taylor kicks out, Gary rolls her to her stomach then steps over the small of her back, trying to pull her up into the camel clutch. But instead Chase slides through his legs, stands up behind him and leaps into the air. Both of her knees wedge to Gary’s back as she almost snaps his spine in two with the back stabber.

Gary bounces off and falls forward into the ropes, ricocheting off and twisting right into the leaping downward spiral. Gary’s face sails into the canvas and his body goes twisting across the ring. After successfully connecting with her momentum shifting sequence, Chase doesn’t for the pin, instead she opts to go up top.

Dollar: Is Chase about to go high risk?

Susie: Hopefully she doesn’t get a nose bleed.

Chase steps on Gary’s ribs on her way to the ropes, now making her way up the turnbuckle while Mika screams out for Matt, begging him to get up before it’s too late. Chase looks out over the crowd, who are chanting her name and then she begins to climb the corner, looking to at long last finish this grueling campaign with Gary.

Dollar: This could be the moment Taylor has been look….

STATIC.

BLACKOUT.

Dollar: You have GOT to be kidding me?

Susie: Was I telling you the joke about the donkey and the Treasure Troll going into the bar together?

Dollar: I’m talking about the damned black-out you idiot.

The power outage seems to last forever, but when the lights finally do return, they highlight a vexed Taylor standing on the turnbuckle with her body now draped not in maggots, but stuffed animals, glitter and feathery boas. Her confused eyes soak it all in before absorbing the sight of Mr. Gaunt and Legion standing in the center of the ring.

Mr. Gaunt: Yes…some adorable monster you make, Mrs. Chase.

Dollar: Did the Black Crusade just bathe Taylor in stuffed animals and glitter?

Susie: Me next…ME NEXT!

Dollar: The Black Crusade poking fun at Taylor, trying to imply that she does NOT know what makes a true monster.

In spite of suffering maggot gut this evening, Mr. Gaunt manages to smile, relishing in the Black Crusade’s mockery of the World Champion, and the idea that she can be anything but a spoiled little debutant. Mika might delight in this sight if she didn’t have hold of the referee’s jersey, reaching through the ropes and taking hold of it as she begs him to unshackle her. The official has no idea what’s going on behind him.

Mr. Gaunt: Petulant children like yourself, Mrs. Chase, can NEVER be monstrous.

Taylor has had enough, leaping right off of the turnbuckle into the TKO directed at Mr. Gaunt’s face. But Legion shoves the master of the arcane arts aside so he can catch Taylor’s knee. Unlike last week, it does not fell the monster, for he captures her leg, throws it over his shoulder and then plants Chase via the Misery right there in the center of the ring.

Dollar: And this is exactly why Orlando feared having the Black Crusade at ringside.

Susie: Legion failed to cost Taylor the World Title on NewAge, but I think he might have just succeeded here tonight.

Mr. Gaunt grabs Legion by the arm and tugs until he and the monster have vacated the squared circle.

But the damage has already been done, Taylor has been laid out with the Misery and Gary is looking to take advantage. The official is finally released so he can go back to refereeing this confrontation, Mika breaking her clasp on his jersey at a very opportune time.

Gary could go for the pin, but that’s not good enough for him, he grabs Taylor’s wrist instead, drags her along to her feet and then pulls her into his shoulders.

He steps across the ring holding Chase in torture rack.

Dollar: Gary has got the Maniac Rack….he’s got the Maniac Rack locked in on Chase.

Susie: And after all the damage that has been inflicted on Chase’s body throughout this bout, coupled with the Misery, there may be no way for her to escape to this hold.

Legion inches towards the ring only to find Mr. Gaunt’s hand wedged to his sternum, holding him back.

That’s when Tay once again defies expectations, managing to take one of the feathery boas that had been dropped on her and use her free arm to begin wrapping said boa around Matt’s throat. She then pulls back, turning the boa into a noose that is strangling the Maniac.

Dollar: Taylor improvising!

Susie: She’s a regular Ryan Stiles, only, not creepy.

The strangulation continues until the asphyxiation causes Gary’s legs to cut out from under him. He drops to his knees and Chase falls over his head, landing on her feet in front of her crouched opponent.

Chase has cleansed herself of the plushies and the boas, and is now about to cleanse herself of another annoyance that has hung heavy upon her for so long. She lifts her knee and slaps it, indicating that the time has come for the TKO.

Dollar: This is it….This HAS to be it…Taylor is going to end Gary’s wrestling career and finally purge herself of the Blacklist once and for all.

Mika’s cries fall on deaf ears, now forced to watch as Taylor rushes across the ring, and flies into the TKO that connects…with thin air. Matt manages to not only side step the inbound knee, but swing around behind Taylor, catch her under the arms and plant her to the canvas with the Brain Damage. The full nelson slam drives Chase gruesomely into the ring amongst wails from the fans.

Dollar: AMAZING! Gary managed to somehow counter the TKO into the Brain Damage.

Susie: We saw him do that to Taylor a few weeks ago.

Dollar: And now things have come full circle, because the very move Gary used to betray Tay, may be just the one he needs to at last take the title from her.

Gary is initially too worn out to make the cover…and speaking of worn, so too is the patience of Legion. He sighs even as Mr. Gaunt tries to get him to see the glass as half full.

Mr. Gaunt: Oh well…Mrs. Taylor, Mr. Matt…at the end of the day, what difference does it make who you dominate at Invictus?

Legion finally settles, and begins to back up the ramp alongside the conjurer. They only get so far before stopping and looking with legitimate surprise upon the ring.

Gary overcomes the damage he’s taken in this match to crawl into the pin only to embody much the same reaction as the Black Crusade when he finds Taylor sitting straight up, completely pushing through the pain and outright ignoring the Brain Damage.

Dollar: HOW!?! How is Taylor doing this?

Susie: She just sat straight up even after taking the Brain Damage!

Gary is in disbelief, and the crowd can be heard screaming as well, absolutely blown away by Taylor’s no-sell. Legion and Leeland exchange a confused stare at ringside, then turn wide eyed towards the ring where Chase is trying to get up. Gary shuts her down though, delivering repeated forearms over the back and to the side of the skull. He then nails a running knee right to her chin that has Chase standing up absent mindedly and spinning around so that her back is aimed towards the challenger.

Matt grins and takes instant advantage, swooping in, hooking both of Chase’s arms and heaving her into the air with a second Brain Damage. Just as Taylor is elevated, she manages to squirm free though, finagling her arm out of Matt’s clutches and landing on her feet directly beside him. She then takes Gary’s wrist and drags him right into the leaping TKO. Her knee smashes and shatters the bones in Matt’s face, sending him collapsing into the canvas amongst a reaction that has to be heard to be believed.

Dollar: T.K.O!

The commentators don’t even have time to get over their shock before Taylor is crawling into the cover and hooking both of Gary’s legs.

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The Manhattan Center is coming absolutely unglued in response to this incredibly emotional victory for the World Heavyweight Champion…a victory that spells the end of “The Maniac” Gary Matt.

Dollar: UNBELIEVABLE! Taylor has done the unthinkable!

Susie: She retains the title…

Every seat is empty because every fan is on their feet commemorating this amazing moment. Taylor does not rise, nor does she commemorate, all she does is sit on her knees and stare emotionlessly upon the vanquished body of Gary Matt. It dawns on her that the final line in this huge chapter of her life has just been punctuated. At long last the World Champion has her closure…has her ending….her ex-husband now becomes just a distant figment of her past, as she moves on to the future where she faces even greater perils.

Dollar: Taylor closing the book on her fabled rivalry with Gary Matt.

Susie: And there was truly only one way she could do it….by forcing Gary into retirement.

Dollar: This moment so wrought with emotion….But let’s relive what was a stunning conclusion to this title match.

REPLAY

The match looked to be at an end when Legion and Mr. Gaunt decided to toy with the World Champion’s mind by dumping a load of stuffed animals upon her. This led to Chase going for the TKO on Gaunt, only for Legion to catch her and drop her via the Misery. Gary took advantage going for the Maniac Rack only to have Chase strangle him with the boa.

Dollar; Taylor somehow managed to improvise her way out of the Maniac Rack, which led to what we thought would be the move that ended Taylor’s title reign.

Chase dives through the air for the TKO only to be caught and slammed into the canvas via the Brain Damage.

Gary goes for the pin when he spots Taylor sitting up in front of him.

Dollar: Somehow Taylor managed to do the unthinkable and just SIT UP! Powering her way through the Brain Damage.

Susie: Which then led to the moment that sealed Gary’s fate.

The Maniac goes for another Brain Damage only to have Taylor slip free and then ram her knee right on point against Gary’s cheek, which was all she wrote.

Dollar: Taylor doing exactly what she does best, defying expectations and overcoming limitations to emerge with the World Heavyweight Title.

Taylor paces the ring with the World Title hanging from her hand and the crowd once again chanting her name. Legion and Mr. Gaunt watch her defiantly raise the gold above her head while pointing at the masked monster at ringside.

Dollar: And now it’s 100% official, Taylor Chase versus Legion for the World Heavyweight Title at Invictus.

Susie: On that night, will Taylor at last prove to Mr. Gaunt and the Number One Contender that she IS a monster, or will Legion finally lay claim to the gold?

Forget about Invictus, because apparently tonight isn’t over. Taylor drops the World Heavyweight Title to the canvas, stretching it out as if it were a symbolic line in the sand. She then gestures for Legion to cross that line.

Dollar: Is Taylor absolutely out of her gord? She just survived a grueling match against Gary Matt and now she’s challenging Legion to fight her in the ring?

Susie: It’s about to get crazy up in here.

The crowd is universally excited to see this finally come to a head, treated to an impromptu match between Taylor Chase and the 2014 Last Stand Rumble winner. The Black Crusade’s menacing goliath approaches the ring now that the gauntlet has been thrown down.

Dollar: And Legion isn’t about to back down from ANY challenge thrown his way. Least not of all from the woman who in a round-about way cost him his No Holds Barred Championship.

Susie: He’s got to be a little surprised by this though. I mean, most of his opponents run away from him, and certainly don’t challenge him after having already wrestled a full match.

In the blink of an eye Legion is already on the apron with one leg about to step over the ropes. Chase has her fists clinched and at the ready, prepared for anything that Legion has to throw at her….ditto for the number one contender. However, neither the Champion nor the Number One Contender could anticipate what they would be hit with next.

Howe: I object!

The crowd is all over Mr. Howe like a bad rash that even Zovirax ointment can’t heal. The legal-council of the Blacklist pays no heed to the heckles, nor any mind to the three individuals standing behind him. Those three entities known as Rachel Foxx, Jaina Frost, and the man holding the N.H.B Championship, Ba’al.

Howe: This psychical altercation MUST be put on hold until an announcement is made on behalf of my clients, and those within the scope of their influence.

Obviously he is referencing the trio known as Sinistry.

Howe: We have just emerged from a consultation with Mr. Franklin Paradise, and as a result of that meeting an ring confrontation has been booked for the March 17th edition of IWC Riot!

Ba’al: To dispense with any legal jargon that would unnecessarily tax your simple mind, Legion…

Ba’al takes the microphone into his hand, but Legion can think of a few other places he’d prefer to put it.

Ba’al Allow me to speak in monosyllabic phrases you can easier understand. Next week, right there in that ring, by order of Franklin Paradise, it’s going to be the RIGHTFUL number one contender, Ba’al, teaming with the RIGHTFUL World Heavyweight Champion, Mika Kozlov, versus the paper champion, Taylor Chase, and the lesser than thou, Legion!

Dollar: Whhhaaaaaaaaaaat?

Susie: If I were wearing socks, or panties, both of them would be blown off right now.

Dollar: Ba’al and Mika Kozlov to take on Legion and Taylor Chase in a TAG TEAM MATCH!?!

The crowd has an equally as difficult time accepting this MAJOR main event now slated to unfold on the very next edition of Riot! A bout where Taylor and Legion will have to set aside their passions in order to find a common ground and survive the onslaught of their greatest foes. Mika cackles with delight at the thought of battling Taylor on Riot, and would further rejoice if her hand was still not shackled to the ropes. Even Ba’al manages to conjure up a smile in recognition of the match that Mr. Howe managed to arrange via some swift legal maneuvering.

Dollar: What a night it’s going to be next week…on our final stop before Invictus, Taylor and Legion versus Mika and Ba’al. Good lord is that ever going to be explosive.

Obviously Legion and Taylor now understand the predicament they’ve been placed in, their eyes interlocking in recognition of the final obstacle standing between them and their Word Title clash at Invictus.

EARLIER TONIGHT

The eyes of P. Clarence Whitman III are so wide they verge on bursting right out of the orbital sockets. And yet even with his saucer sized pupils, he almost bumps right into a house keeping cart.

After bouncing off the corner he pushes the wheel mounted cart out of the way in an absent minded huff. Understandably Whitman is more than just a little bit peeved…finding one’s mother in bed with one of your worse enemies, will kind of have that effect on you.

The door to his hotel room is opened after quickly swiping the card. Though he should fear Lois’ response, considering she was abandoned by her groom on their honeymoon night, he is in such a daze that no one else’s feelings are taken into consideration. He doesn’t even bother to close the door behind him, or even remove his shoes as she slides into the bed beside a presumably sleeping Lois.

Yet the second he pulls on the covers, it is revealed that an exhausted Prince is still conscious. Lois rolls over towards him, hair all messed up, sweat streaming down her face and a satisfied grin stretching from one ear to the other….absolutely reeking of sex.

Lois: Wow Percy…you were AMAZING.

Her finger rubs in concentric circles around the chest of her husband, who is now more confused than ever.

Whitman: Ah?

FADE TO BLACK