Riot! 14

There have been several tremendous matches in the annals of IWC lore….but presently, the greatest battle is waged between a title belt and a smile.

It’s unclear what’s brighter, the toothy grin residing on Taylor Chase’s face, or the World Heavyweight Championship perched upon her shoulder.

Her mouth is stretched to its breaking point, and her shoulder is bogged down by fifteen pounds of gold as she sashays through a corridor. That joy-joy feeling is infectious, consuming even the commentators, who’s voices can be heard overlapping this footage.

Johnny Dollar: There she is Susie….Our World Champion is here.

Susie Moore: Did she bring me my pony?

Dollar: No, but she did bring along the very belt she worked so hard to retain at Invictus…

Susie: I’ve already lost interest then.

Dollar: Tonight our World Champion will be honored…as we hold a special celebration for Taylor Chase.

Susie: There better be piñatas!

Unfortunately there shall be no such piñatas…but chances are there will be numerous other items, or individuals to be more accurate, who receive a beating tonight. Hopefully, fingers crossed, Taylor Chase, the very woman who makes her way down the corridor, will not be amongst those victimized.

Dollar: Major title celebration as part of tonight’s blockbuster….

The image of Taylor Chase, toting her title along to the ring is suddenly distorted and Dollar’s hype is abruptly cut short. All have been replaced by the gothic ambient tune, and the image of a corroded church seated upon a hill. The decayed ruins of this structure have been overcome with vegetation, and the roof has completely caved in. This allows for the flames inside of the church to light the shadowy surroundings about the cathedral.

Voiceover: And there were man-devouring wars, and all horrors of fight . . . Phobos was there, and Deimos….with limbs all gore bespattered endlessly….

The flames enhance the image of a shadow cast upon the walls of the decayed structure….The silhouette of not one, but TWO individuals, standing together as if taking notice of the camera that encroaches.

THE MOVEMENT COMETH….
TONIGHT

Dollar: Invictus is live from the most famous arena in wrestling…Madison Square Garden.

Stills flash the screen capturing some of the more memorable moments and encounters at Invictus, all set to the tunes of ‘Born to Rise,’ the official theme song for the biggest pay-per-view of the year. These photos show the legends of the IWC standing shoulder to shoulder to shoulder on the stage….P Clarence Whitman III allowing a fan wearing a knock-off of his now famous mustache, to take a picture of the two with their IPhone….Abigail Lindsey standing on top of a car surrounded by throngs of celebrating fans….Rachel Foxx leans back in a chair once occupied by Desmond Drake…William Mason stands with his back turned to the camera, pointing to the message stitched into the back of his hoodie regarding the beginning of his Invictus streak….

Susie: This is cray-cray…

Amanda Blayze stands on the stage with two fiery Shaka symbols at her sides…..Brittany Lohan holds a flaming staff of bones while towering beside the band Breaking Benjamin….The Saviors ride into the building on a horse drawn chariot.

Dollar: These are moments that will transcend time.

A giant banner with the message ‘redemption’ is torn down the center by Katelyn Buehler

Hundreds of women in identical ratty sundresses and Silence masks are converged on the ramp, the stage, and the rafters. World Champion Taylor Chase-Cruze stands on the apron with a collection of fans holding up IPhones behind her back that when grouped together form a giant picture of her face.

Dollar: THIS….IS….INVICTUS!

Another dazzling display of pyrotechnics, flames shooting from the stage and igniting the passion of the fans. They hoop, they holla, they do all the wacky things expected of wrestling fans and it’s all in special recognition of the first post Invictus show. A show presently focused around the woman in the middle of the ring, Katelyn Buehler.

Dollar: Welcome to the first ‘Riot!’ since Invictus, and what a blockbuster show we have in store for you tonight.

Susie: Can’t we start the show with Kordy singing the National Anthem again?

Dollar: Good God NO!

Buehler goes to lift a microphone to her lips but finds her words drowned out by the roar of the crowd. ‘Redemption’ is chanted over and over again by the New Yorkers, giving Buehler cause for a pause.

Dollar: Instead of getting the worse rendition of the National Anthem ever….we’re starting off with Buehler..the woman who managed to somehow defeat Rachel Foxx at Invictus in one of the bloodiest matches I’ve ever called.

The wounds of Buehler’s battle with Rachel are still present, a bandage affixed to her forehead and several of her fingers wrapped in adhesive tape. Even with these injuries, she is still surging with excitement and capable of lifting the spirits of the fans.

Buehler: Thank you.

Fans: BUEHLER! BUEHLER! BUEHLER!

She is overcome with even more emotion.

Buehler: Thank you all sooooo much. You’re awesome. Much love.

The side of her fist hits her chest then extends above her head.

Buehler: Seriously, you people are the greatest. Without your support, I don’t think I would have made it this far….I probably would have thrown in the towel and walked away after my loss to Taylor Chase for the World Title. But you stuck with me, you believed in me, and that gave me belief in myself. You’re love inspires me to carry on, it gave me the strength to go out and pick up one of the biggest personal wins of my career at Invictus.

Fans: YOU ARE AWESOME! YOU ARE AWESOME!

A gigantic smile forms on her face.

Buehler: Okay then, just to reinforce how awesome I am, how about I go on and on about my victory over Rachel Foxx? Naaaaah….I don’t think so. It’s time to move on….it’s time to concentrate on what Foxx and the Sinistry have distracted me from….becoming the World Heavyweight Champ…..

Jonathan Collins: You? The World Heavyweight Champion? A pathetic notion if there ever was one.

Needless to say that Collins, a man instrumental in the wave of Sinistry’s destruction, will not be shown the same type of love lauded upon Buehler.

Collins: If you think that the Sinistry is going to allow you to degrade the prestige of the championship, then all the drugs you’ve consumed truly have killed what few brain-cells were left in your head.

In spite of her still aching hand, Buehler manages to clinch her fist, and prepare to drive it into the face of the naysayer. Her critic descends upon the ring, marching down the ramp and getting grief from the audience.

Collins: If you were allowed to become the World Champion, it would undermine everything that the Sinistry is working for. We will not allow a drug addled prostitute to be the figure head of this company….

Collins starts up the steps and onto the apron.

Collins: You will not make it to a World Title showdown, Buehler, because you will not make it past me….Right now.

No more words, all action. Collins slides through the ropes and goes straight after Buehler.

Dollar: I think we have an impromptu match here, Susie…Jonathan Collins standing up for the Sinistry movement, and going after Buehler.

Susie: Still would have preferred the show start with Kordy singing the National Anthem.

JONATHAN COLLINS VS. KATELYN BUEHLER

And the in ring portion of tonight’s telecast is already underway, with Collins sliding into the ring and immediately being subjected to knife edge chops and forearms to the jaw by Buehler.

Dollar: And Katelyn is all over Collins…the Sinistry bringing out a more aggressive side of Katelyn.

Chops and forearms, chops and forearms, chops and forearms wail upon Collins, who almost falls back over the ropes thanks to this onslaught. Katelyn then takes him by the arm and whips him off across the ring only to have Jonathan spin around, slap Buehler’s palm away from his wrist, and spin around into the ZERO Hour.

Dollar: He’s going for that spinning back fist already.

Susie: Buehler’s lips gonna be knocked off her face, and if they are, I claim them.

No lips going flying anywhere, cause Katelyn manages to baseball slide under the fist. Collins then turns into a full spin towards the kneeling Buehler and then subjects her face to a shining wizard. The Parallax Shock connects, knocking Katelyn out with Collins landing beside her.

Dollar: She avoided the ZERO Hour but not the Parallax Shock.

Susie: How do you know the name to all these moves?

Dollar: The ear-mic, Susie, the ear-mic.

Though Collins has Buehler laid out in a very advantageous position, he does not make the cover. Of course it wouldn’t matter if he attempted a pin in the first place, as there was no referee, up until now at least. Referee Wright leaps into the ring to officiate this confrontation. The bell is rung and the match is underway in a legal capacity. Even still Jonathan doesn’t go for the pin, he drags Katelyn along to her knees and applies a modified abdominal stretch with a neck cravat cinched in.

Susie: And now he’s got Katey-Boo trapped.

Dollar: After everything Katelyn went through at Invictus, including MULTIPLE shots from a gavel, she’s in no kind of shape to withstand holds like these.

The crowd, that has been so instrumental in inspiring Buehler in the past, once again speak up to give her the motivation to fight out of this hold. The potential World Title contender begins her upward ascent, fighting valiantly to get to her feet. Collins comprises this however, tucking on the chin, pulling Buehler around and placing her head in a front chancery. He snaps over backwards into a quick suplex then transitions from the move into a mounted position. Closed fist after closed fist connects to Katelyn’s face, right to the bandage on her forehead.

Susie: Me thinks Collins is trying to make Buehler bleed again.

Dollar: The Sinistry isn’t going to stop until Katelyn has been exsanguinated.

A bludgeoned and traumatized Buehler is pulled up to her seat with Collins stepping around behind her and applying the dragon sleeper.

Dollar: And now Collins continues to break Buehler down.

The sleeper has Buehler lifting her hand and contemplating submitting to this hold. Yet somehow she manages to wedge her feet to the canvas and bridge up to her feet. With the crowd solidly behind her, feeding her the crucial inspiration she needs, Buehler manages to stand up only to be dropped from the dragon sleeper into the inverted DDT.

Susie: I think you were right, Johnny, Buehler is just too beat-up after that physical match with Foxx at Invictus.

Dollar: She can’t get out of the gates against Collins.

Collins continues his slow, plodding, methodical destruction of the beautiful Buehler. This is completed via a double stomp to Buehler’s ribs followed by Jonathan just falling back and splashing the mid-section with a senton. The damage to the mid-section has an aggravated Katelyn sitting up, putting her in a very dangerous predicament. Collins moves in, steps over the back of Buehler’s neck, sitting down on it while reaching out and pulling up on Katelyn’s ankle.

Katelyn finds herself compressed, her hands shaking out to her sides but not yet making the symbolic tap out gesture. Instead she begins to twist her body from side to side in a dire, desperate, determined attempt to make her escape.

She finally rolls to her side and Collins instantly transitions from one hold into another. The leg is taken from behind Katelyn’s head and then wrapped around in front of her neck as he goes to apply the Koji Clutch.

Dollar: Impressive.

Susie: This guy must have been a Stretch Armstrong doll in a former life, because he really knows how to bend and stretch his opponents. I wonder if his blood is also made of corn syrupt.

Dollar: But has he finally brought Buehler to her breaking point?

Blood seeps out from beneath Katelyn’s bandage, her laceration opened by some of those fists Collins delivered a few moments ago. In spite of this blood loss and the pain that cripples her body, Katelyn manages to provide a stunning counter. She puts her knees on the canvas and begins to turn her body just enough to elevate Collins’ legs into the air and turn his body onto the back of his shoulders, compressing him into a pin.

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Collins immediately breaks the hold, rolling back unto his feet and charging at the still knelt Buehler. Suddenly Katelyn reaches out, takes him around the head and drops into a sit-out jawbreaker. Collins bounces off and staggers back into the ropes, ricocheting off and staggering into a Lou Thez Press from the former X-Class Champion. She crashes into Collins, brings him down to his back and now subjects him to right hand after right hand.

Dollar: And now Katelyn responding with some closed fists of her own.

One punch after another connects with Collins’ face before Katelyn then employs her hands to savagely choke her opponent. Wright starts a five count, reaching four and finally coercing Buehler to break away from her opponent…No…not break away, but transition from the choke into the Anaconda Vice. Buehler drops to Collins’ side and folds his arm over backwards, attempting to apply the submission hold.

Dollar: Oh wow….Buehler is actually going for a submission?

Susie: She should force Collins to suffocate by smothering his face with her boobs. Unleash the dreaded Motorboat submission hold, Buehler!

Before the hold can be applied, Collins reaches up with his legs, wraps them around Katelyn’s head and counters out of the Anaconda Vice, right back into the Koji Clutch.

Dollar: WOW!

Johnny isn’t the only one stunned by this counter, the fans responding in shock as Collins manages to trap Buehler in this hold and instantly bring her to the cusp of submission.

Dollar: Collins AMAZINGLY locking in that Koji Clutch, and he might have sufficiently surprised Buehler to get her to submit.

The fans collectively put their endorsement behind Buehler, motivating her to keep fighting, to keep struggling, to find the inner-will to carry forth. It seems to be working, Buehler compelled to begin scooting across the canvas, extending her foot and draping it over the bottom rope.

Dollar: Katelyn gets to the ropes.

Susie: YAY!

The submission is broken by Collins, who slides back across his hands and knees, eyes forming a target on the addled Buehler.

The battle weary Katelyn gets to her feet with the use of the cables before Collins charges in from behind. He reaches out and takes her by the shoulder only to have Katelyn reach back, snatching him around the neck and going for the KBO….leaving her feet to hit one of her most impactful maneuvers. And we do see a high impact, but not via the KBO. Collins manages to pull his head free, trap both of Katelyn’s arms, pin them behind her back and then drop into the Tiger Suplex. Buehler flies through the air, but instead of slamming across the back of her neck, she flips over and lands directly on her feet.

Susie: Look at Katelyn! She landed on her feet like a cat? Which makes sense, because I always hear the boys in the back talking about her puss…

Dollar: Don’t even….But yeah, this is definitely a totally different side to Buehler.

Collins spins around and rushes at Buehler, who leaves her feet in anticipation of delivering the Lou Thez Press. Instead of coming down on top of Collins’ chest and subjecting his face to right hands, she falls into his leg, her chest subjected to a lightning fast buzzsaw kick. The shot swats Buehler out of the air and brings her down to her knees. Collins then steps back, balances himself and moves in with another roundhouse kick aimed directly at the head.

His foot swings around with unbelievable velocity, but Buehler manages to duck at the last second, causing Collins’ foot to travel over her skull. His back ends up turned towards Katelyn, who wedges her hands to his spine and shoves him off into the ropes. Jonathan bounces off the cables and comes back in at Katelyn, or more accurately into the KTFO….which would have decapitated him had it connected…..HAD IT. Instead Collins drops into a baseball slide and manages to avoid the blow, then leaps to his feet behind Katelyn. He rushes in and gets caught with the KBO. The cutter connects!

Dollar: KBO! KBO connecting!!

Susie: Yipppe ki yay mother-fuc….

Dollar: Easy Susie.

The cutter connected but Buehler is in no shape to follow up, the physicality of this match, coupled with the brutality inflicted on her by Rachel Foxx, has Katelyn in a horrible condition. It takes what seems like an eternity for her to finally begin standing up and once she does, her eyes finally catch a glimpse of her antagonist moving down the ramp. The fans screech at the sight of Rachel Foxx, exuding an aura of malice.

Dollar: Wait a minute now…what business does Rachel Foxx have coming out here?

Susie: Me thinks she didn’t take too well to her loss against Buehler at Invictus.

Dollar: Watch your back Buehler.

In spite of the toll of her past two performances, Katelyn still stands up and readies herself. Her forearm is drawn back, ready to be swung into the face of Foxx should she enter the ring. But Foxx doesn’t willingly walk into the spider’s web. Instead the Suicide Queen lingers outside of the ring, sliding her finger back and forth across the apron in a playful fashion. Katelyn isn’t going to treat her like a child though, unless it’s an adopted ginger….considering all adopted gingers deserve abuse.

Dollar: Foxx looks like she’s playing mind games with Buehler.

Susie: Mind games? Wouldn’t it be funner to play Parcheezi?

Suddenly Rachel’s reluctance to enter the ring becomes more evident when a figure climbs over the barricade behind Buehler’s back. The pleas of the crowd prompt Katelyn to turn around and spot Rachel Frost stepping past the announce table and stopping at the apron.

Dollar: Oh-no….oh-no…Buehler is surrounded. Rachel Frost, the very woman who laid out Katelyn with the Dead in Tombstone at Invictus….she and Foxx, they’ve got Katelyn trapped.

Susie: The Rachels….they’re gonna….they’re gonna do something real bad.

Dollar: Worse than bad….I have a feeling they’re going to do something horrific. Unless Katelyn can somehow manage to fight them off.

Obviously referee Wright is going to be of no help, clearing out of harm’s way, abandoning his officiating duties to prevent being swept into the middle of this madness.

There is no escape for Buehler though, who turns from side to side, arm cocked back and ready to unload on whatever Rachel opts to get into the ring first. Methodically Frost climbs up onto one apron while Foxx walks up the steps on the opposite side of their prey. Buehler is still turning from side to side, anticipation and goosebumps forming as the crowd waits to see who’s going to make the first crucial move.

The first bullet is fired, but not from Frost, not from Foxx, and not from Buehler, it comes form Collins. He spins Katelyn around and devastates her cheek with the ZERO Hour. The spinning back fist almost shatters Buehler’s face and sends her twisting to the canvas.

Dollar: Collins reminding Buehler where her focus should have been, nailing her with the ZERO Hour.

Susie: She’ll never have to worry about Tonsillitis, because her tonsils just got knocked right out of her throat.

Katelyn drops like its hot to the canvas, hitting the ring like a sack of potatoes….potatoes that Foxx and Frost prepare to slice into French fries. They simultaneously slide into the ring and seductively crawl across it towards their unconscious prey. Buehler’s eyes are only capable of a flutter, unable to see what Frost and Foxx have in store as they kneel at her sides, twisted grins overcoming the faces of both ladies. At the same time the Saint of Violence, Collins, is snapping his fingers above his head, eyes focused on the rafters.

Dollar: What is Collins signaling for?

Susie: A glittery pon…

Dollar: PLEASE do not get started on that aga….

STATIC

The arena is blanketed in shadows….the crowd, the ring, everything plunged into darkness.

Dollar: The lights are out, meaning some bad things are happening.

And when the ring is illuminated, those bad things are revealed to be a giant crucifix lowered into the ring which Katelyn is propped up against.

Dollar: What in the fudge?

The wails of the crowd are heightened by the sight of a barely conscious Buehler, bleeding from her lacerated scalp, and injured body propped against the wooden cross. To make matters far more harrowing, Katelyn’s arm is extended out to her side and her hand is wedged against the wooden beam by Collins….while Frost is holding a steel spike to Katelyn’s broken hand….and what is Foxx clutching? The Suicide Queen just so happens to grip a gavel, one that will impale the spike into Buehler’s palm and pin it against the crucifix.

Dollar: Oh-no…this is sick…This is downright disgusting. The Sinistry is about to crucify Buehler.

Frost turns a smile in the direction of Buehler, who in her dazed state, tries and fails to free her hand before it can be bolted to the crucifix. There is no escape however, not from the three individuals who have her out-numbered and overwhelmed.

One of these individuals presently toys around with the gavel in her hand, twirling it around her fingers, relishing this opportunity.

Foxx: So you want redemption? You want salvation? First you have to pay penance for your sins….whore.

Rachel cocks back the gavel and begins to swing it before finding another weapon swung…a chair swung at her skull. The building implodes as P Clarence Whitman III comes rolling into the ring with weapon in hands, swinging it at anything. That anything being the heads of Frost, Foxx and Collins. Luckily those three heads scramble out of the path the chair that Whitman is flinging around like an absolute mad-man.

Dollar: WHITMAN! Whitman to the rescue. God that sounds strange.

The chair brushes past the evasive skulls of the Sinistry members, who have rolled to the exterior of the squared circle. There Collins, Frost and Foxx stand unified, smirking towards the chair wielding Whitman, and the crucifix bound Buehler.

At last Katelyn tumbles away from the crucifix and falls against Whitman….Percival being there to catch her against his shoulder.

Dollar: Thank the good lord above for Whitman….if he hadn’t interfered, what do you think Sinistry would have done to Buehler?

The question goes unanswered.

Dollar: Susie?

The camera briefly turns from the ring, now deprived of the Sinistry, to the commentator’s table, now deprived of Susie Moore.

Dollar: Oookay….where’s Susie? Susie….oh Susie! Come here girl!

Still no sight of Moore….Johnny forced to carry on solo.

Dollar: I guess Susie scared off by the looming threat of the Sinistry, and for good reason considering what they were just about to do to Buehler.

Speaking of Katelyn, she’s presently being assisted to her feet by another individual who has underwent quite the radical transformation as of late thanks to the guidance of the Black Crusade. Once on her feet, Buehler and Whitman tensely stare-down the Sinistry trio at ringside.

Dollar: Can’t believe the controversial start to tonight’s show….Can’t believe the Sinistry were about to crucify Buehler. If Whitman hadn’t intervened….God help us all. And where the hell is Susie?

The dismay over the imagery within the ring is replaced with excitement at the sights in Orlando Cruze’s office. The carpet within is traversed by an antagonized Icon. An intense frown is fixed to the President’s face, as his mind races with thoughts….thoughts that shouldn’t be shared with anyone….but are about to. The voice-over of Johnny Dollar makes as much evident, explaining why his broadcast colleague, Axl Evermore is seated in a studio chair just behind the still pacing Icon

Dollar: An absolutely stunning start to tonight’s Riot, and things aren’t going to slow down any time in the foreseeable future, because we’re about to get an interview with Orlando Cruze, and after Hell in a Cell at Invictus, there’s no telling what the Icon is going to say.

Unfortunately the viewing audience is going to have to wait on this particular pipe-bomb, because the time has come to pay the bills. We segue to commercial, fading out on the Icon’s mask of intensity.

INVICTUS

Fans: LET’S GO LEGION!

Fans: LET’S Go CHASE!

More Invictus moments are spotlighted to the track of ‘Born to Rise’ by the Redlight Kings. These particular stills extend to Taylor Chase and Legion standing face to face.

Dollar: So many highly anticipated matches tonight.

Abigail Lindsey is captured in another still, holding her arms out to her sides as she goes for a hug on Cassidy Cage…..The Royal Family and Orlando Cruze stand inside of the Hell in a Cell, long-time rivals joined as a team to square off against the Blacklist…..Katelyn Buehler looms on the apron, staring over the ropes at Rachel Foxx.

Dollar: Major rivalries coming to a head at Invictus.

Cut to Brittany Lohan and Alana Starr standing in opposition to one another, about to at long….LOOOONG last satiate their hatred for one another.

Even though Axl is as cool as the other side of the pillow, parked comfortably in his studio chair, Orlando remains as agitated as a bee-hive poked by a stick, continuing to pace.

Axl: Thanks again, Bud, for allowing me this interview time. I’m sure we all have a slew of questions we’d like answered coming off the heels of that ginormous Invictus event.

Note-cards are withdrawn from Evermore’s suit jacket and the first all-important inquiry is raised.

Axl: Firstly, Lando, according to the multiple wrestling forums I trolled, fans want to know what fertility drugs your pumping into your wife to account for the births of your abundant litter…..

Orlando: Axl-Axl-Axl….hate to break the news to you, but this isn’t a sit-down interview.

Axl: Really? Because I am sitting down, and I am interviewing you….So if it sounds like a duck, quacks like a duck, and flies like a duck, it’s a duck.

Orlando: This isn’t Dr. Phil, I’m not about to sit and weep about everything that went wrong at Invictus. Instead I called you back here to announce that I’m going to do something to fix what went so horribly awry at our biggest pay-per-view of the year.

Axl: Oh?

Orlando: As of this very moment, I’m putting the Blacklist on notice….

Eyes boiling with malice shift to the camera.

Harrison: It has finally come to pass.

Those same chilling eyes begin to twist around the room, and eventually find their way to the monitor positioned some distance away and situated upon the edge of the Icon’s desk. It provides footage of the ringside area, and the ramp presently occupied by the Blacklist. Lukas Montgomery and Mika Kozlov follow behind Aaron Harrison, who has the microphone in hand, speaking on behalf of his ‘family.’

Harrison: The match that we’ve been asking for….begging for….yearning for…culminated inside of Hell in a Cell….where the Blacklist at long-long-LOOONG last assassinated Royalty and humbled an Icon.

Every word spoken by Harrison, leading his compatriots to the ring, intensifies that malice inside of Cruze’s watching eyes

Harrison: And now that we’ve dispensed with the Saviors, and crushed Orlando mentally and physically, we can at last move on. The Blacklist is free…FREE to be ourselves.

The muscles twitch in Orlando’s face as he observes the Blacklist entering the ring, an area where they’ve destroyed so many careers, and created so many disturbing visuals.

Harrison: We’re done with Orlando, but we’re not done with the IWC. Because at long last we’ve found a place we can call home. A place where we can feel comfortable shedding our skin and letting our TRUE colors shine through.

Harrison’s smile and the laughter from Montgomery, has Orlando absolutely red hot, sweat beading down his flesh as he TRIES to maintain some level of composure.

Harrison: With Orlando vanguished, the Blacklist no longer has to worry about persecution…about being judged…about being mistreated. AAAAH…

He takes the most satisfying breath ever.

Harrison: It just feels so good to have severed the albatross from around our necks, to know Orlando failed in his attempts to drive a wedge between the Blacklist family, and to force us from our home…the IWC….

The Icon’s lip is trembling as he continues to bottle emotion.

Harrison: But in order for this to truly be a brand new day, a cleansing experience for the Blacklist…we have some old business to handle….We’ll start with Amanda Blayze…

Montgomery manages to grab Aaron’s wrist, pulling the microphone to his lips

Montgomery: Amanda, I haven’t lost hope for you yet. I still believe you have the potential to be something far greater, if you just embrace the hate. If you accept what you are, what all these people believe you to be. Stop fighting it, stop masquerading yourself as something you’re not….It’s too challenging. We’ve seen you come so close to at last being yourself…like when you spiked Pearson onto the Evolution Title to finish that All Star Tag Match a few weeks ago. And if you had done the same at Invictus, instead of dropping the X-Class title when you had such an apropos opportunity to lay Kathryn to waste with it, you’d be standing here tonight as a champion. But you hesitated, you still care about making a good impression on these people and your peers, even though they all consider you to be lower than dirt.

Orlando may not be the only person watching, Amanda Blayze presumably doing the same, which is why Lukas directs his comments to the camera brave enough to enter the ring.

Montgomery: Blayze, we know how you feel. We’ve been blacklisted just like you. And we were blacklisted from this business for the same reason, for being ourselves. But being shunned and condemned actually turned out to be the best thing for us, because it brought Mika, Aaron and I together. It bonded and unified the Blacklist. So even though you might feel like you’re all alone…you’re not. We’re here for you. We understand you. We know what you’re going through. We can help you find your place in life. So Amanda, come out here, walk into my arms, embrace the Blacklist and embrace yourself.

Harrison: And once that’s been done, we can at long last focus our energies on the Sinistry. Ba’al, don’t think I could simply forget what you did to my beautiful and innocent, Mika.

Aaron’s free hand finds its way under Mika’s jaw, rubbing it lovingly with his thumb.

Harrison: It’s time for YOU to suffer for your sins….

ENOUGH!

The monitor goes flying off the edge of the desk, Orlando sending it shattering against the floor.

Orlando then turns towards Evermore, who stirs awkwardly in his chair.

Orlando: They think this is over? Naaah…this doesn’t end until I say that it ends.

A big lump forms in Axl’s throat as he watches the ever so intimidating Cruze storming out of the dressing room….And there should be absolutely no question regarding where he’s headed.

The Blacklist continues to stand in the ring and address an aggravated audience. The microphone is in Mika’s palm at this point.

Mika: Ba’al…sweety, I have no idea why you turned on me during our tag match a few weeks ago. I mean, I was being the world’s greatest partner…But then, the second I turn my back, you plant me with the Totalis. What gives?

Harrison: It doesn’t matter what his misguided motives were, my Mika.

It’s Harrison’s turn to commandeer the microphone by means of drawing Mika’s wrist towards his lips.

Harrison: He put his hands on you, end of story.

Mika: Well, my Cowboy, I hope we can put this issue with the Sinistry to bed in time for us to be part of Tay’s big tribute tonight.

The Trinity are the only three individuals in the building presently grinning.

Mika: I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Harrison: Of course not my Mika….I know how much you want to be there for your sister.

Mika: I’ve always been there when Tay has needed me the most….and tonight will be no different.

Montgomery: Mika….Aaron….

Lukas’ makes a request for the microphone.

Montgomery: Your love for Taylor is so sweet I’m gonna lapse into a diabetic coma. But Taylor can wait until later. And if we’re going to war with the Sinistry, we might need some reinforcements. So right now, it’s time for us to expand our family….Let’s bring Amanda out here and let’s show her she’s not as ostracized as she believes.

Harrison and Mika agree, the group unified, all six eyes staring towards the ramp in anticipation of Blayze’s arrival.

Dollar: The Blacklist have taken over Riot, and are requesting Amanda Blayze come out here and ‘JOIN THEM?’ I can’t imagine this is gonna happen…But hey, stranger things have taken place in the IWC….like the disappearance of my broadcast colleague, Susie Moore.

The Blacklist continue to wait….and they are not a very patient bunch.

Dollar: The anticipation for Blayze’s decision continues, unfortunately though, we’ll have to wait to find out where Amanda’s allegiances lie, because we’ve got to satisfy the sponsors people.

Commercial time…leaving the viewers finally having something in common with the Blacklist, all eagerly waiting on Amanda Blayze.

INVICTUS

The voices of the masses echo throughout the corridors of Madison Square Garden and fall upon the ears of an exhausted Amanda Blayze. After going two out of three falls with Kathryn Pearson, a sweaty Blayze sits on a chair backstage, unwrapping the tape from her hands.

Blayze: Kathryn Pearson….

Cut to some of the high spots of the grueling confrontation with Blayze getting rolled up into a small package to put her down one fall, and then scoring a submission via the Huntress Trap in order to even the score.

Blayze: Tonight, you and I went out there, and we….well we stole the show.

The mesmerized fans watch intently as Pearson and Blayze tear it up in the middle of the ring.

We switch back to Blayze, brushing her sweaty locks away from her face to give her an unobstructed view of the camera.

Blayze: I knew you were a talented wrestler, but wow…you put on the performance of a lifetime out there tonight.

The match ends with Pearson countering the Blayze of Glory, by flipping Amanda over her head, onto her feet, and then subjecting her to the Cool It, Bitch.

Blayze: I’m not afraid to admit defeat. Hey, it happens to the best of us. But at the very least, I didn’t walk away totally empty-handed.

We’re back to a visual of Blayze holding up a crumpled sheet of paper, the contract for a one on one bout against Brittany Lohan.

Blayze: You’ve got your title, but I’ve got my match….I’m finally going to face Brittany Lohan….and much like Alana Starr, I will exorcize my demon.

We’re back to the here, to the now…and the here and now extends to the Blacklist impatiently waiting on Blayze’s arrival.

Dollar: As you can all plainly see, the Blacklist has taken the ring, and are waiting to find out Amanda Blayze’s response to their ultimatum.

The Trinity remain focused on the entry way, with the curtains finally parting for the entrance of Amanda Blayze. Her music cuts through the speakers and gets quite the roar from the audience….some of it positive…but much of it negative as well….to the delight of Lukas Montgomery. Their negatively only reinforces everything he’s been feeding Blayze over recent months, that the crowd already despises her. In spite of this reception, and the looming threat within the ring, Amanda Blayze comes out to give her answer to the demands of the Blacklist.

Dollar: Amanda, never one to shy from a battle, is actually coming out here with all three members of the Blacklist waiting…A decision she might regret.

That remains to be seen.

There is absolutely no hesitation, no fear shown by Blayze as she slides through the ropes. In fact, she seems to be quite fired up….quite FRUSTRATED…and she may have just been gifted the perfect punching bags to relieve her of her stress.

Dollar: Amanda looking a little perturbed here tonight, which is understandable. She thought these questions about her morality were behind her….AND to make matters even worse, we can now confirm that the dirt sheet rumors are true. The night of Invictus, Brittany Lohan’s contract with the IWC expired, and unfortunately her people weren’t able to come to terms with the IWC on a new deal. Which means the contract Blayze busted her ass to win at Invictus, is absolutely meaningless at this point.

This fact is at the forefront of Blayze’s mind as she grabs a microphone and turns to the Blacklist…well…one member in particular. Lukas has persuaded his teammates to vacate the ring, so it’s fittingly just he and Amanda, mono-a-mono.

At long last Amanda is going to give a definitive answer, putting to rest any questions about her honor. So she lifts the microphone to her lips only to have them shut. Lukas swats the mic out of her hand, not wanting some long winded verbal response….he wants to get physical, and fast. But said physicality, will not be accomplished via violence, instead Lukas opens his arms, actually imploring Amanda to answer him via a hug.

Dollar: WOW! Lukas is actually getting….tender? I didn’t think the Blacklist knew what tenderness was.

Montgomery: This is it…your chance to embrace the person these people believe you to be. If they all already think you’re a wolf, why continue to wear sheep’s clothing?

Blayze is obviously contemplating this latest temptation.

Dollar: Don’t give in now Amanda….we all understand your frustrated by this situation with Lohan, and the disrespect shown to you by the fans and the locker-room, but you don’t have to be what others want you to be. Be your own person.

At long last Amanda steps towards Montgomery and accept his hug.

Dollar: Oh no…Amanda no.

A smiling Montgomery shows he is indeed capable of affection, patting Blayze on the back as she rests her cheek to his chest.

Dollar: This may be the most disturbing thing I’ve ever seen….and I say that even after watching George Clooney in an anatomically correct bat-suit.

Montgomery turns towards his teammates.

Montgomery: Looks like we’re gonna have to set an extra plate at the dinner table tonight….

Lukas is served…..a fujiwara armbar. Blayze brings Lukas down to the canvas and locks in the submission.

Dollar: HEY! It was all a ruse! Blayze was setting Montgomery up!

The hold is locked in but Lukas is quick to escape it. He reaches out and wraps a hand around the bottom rope.

Dollar: But Lukas reaches the ropes before any real damage could be inflicted.

Montgomery uses his grip on the rope to drag himself under the cables and to the apron. He just gets up before Blayze reaches over the ropes, takes him by the head and rushes him towards the corner. Lukas’s face bounces off the corner and he goes twisting to the outside mats.

Dollar: Blayze taking out all of her frustrations over this Brittany Lohan situation on Montgomery. The man who has went to such lengths to manipulate her.

Referee Fitzpatrick hustles down the ramp, slides into the ring and starts the match…or more accurately….the chaos.

LUKAS MONTGOMERY VS. AMANDA BLAYZE

Amanda now takes off across the ring and directs her boots through the ropes into Lukas’ shoulder. The dropkick through the cables has Lukas spiraling into the barricade, falling against it for support. Mika and Harrison shout at Lukas to get his head back in the game, but his head presently finds itself crumpled beneath the airborne body of the Hawaiian export. Before anyone can react, Blayze rushes up the turnbuckle, stands on the top rope and ultimately comes flipping off into the tope con hilo.

The impact of Blayze’s body into Lukas’ chest and face, drives Montgomery back into the barricade.

Dollar: OOOOOOOHHH! Blayze crashing into Lukas. She is really fired up here tonight.

Montgomery is compressed beneath the weight of Blayze, who rolls away from her victim. She ends up on her feet, grabbing Lukas by the hair, dragging him towards the ring and sliding him in under the cables. Lukas ends up on his knees with Blayze stepping in and delivering a dreaded buzzsaw kick to the sternum, followed by a second and then a third, and then a fourth and then a fifth, and then a sixth, seventh, eighth and ninth….

The fans are in full frenzy mode as these stiff kicks connect one after another. They finally stop only for Blayze to swing her foot around and nail Montgomery with a knock out roundhouse shot directly to the temple. His neck almost snaps after this sickening impact with Amanda’s boot, sending him plummeting face first into the canvas. The moment he lands flat on his face, Blayze drops flat on her ass, reapplying the fujiwara armbar.

Dollar: The armbar AGAIN established on Montgomery after that devastating series of kicks. Amanda is just coming at Lukas from every conceivable angle, and now she’s shutting down his ability to hit the Quieter.

Harrison and Kozlov encroach upon the ring, slapping the aprons and trying to inspire Montgomery to fight through this hold. Lukas manages to do just that, pushing himself up onto his knees, which inspires Blayze to stand up, swing around under the trapped limb and apply an arm ringer. She then delivers another roundhouse kick, and another, and another…Lukas’ sternum being caved in by these blows.

Yet another high impact roundhouse is about to connect only to have Montgomery suddenly catch her around the crease of the knee and the ankle. He stands up and pulls Amanda in by the calf, connecting with an inside leg trip on her planted foot. Blayze lands on her back and now Montgomery is swinging around her trapped limb, going for a figure four it seems. The second he exposes his back to his adversary, Amanda wedges a foot to his posterior, pushing him off and sending him charging into the cables.

He ricochets off and comes back towards Amanda, who has kipped up to her feet and is using one of them to swing around into a roundhouse kick. It nails Lukas right to the temple and sends him spiraling into the cables.

Dollar: ANOTHER big kick to the skull…..and fortunately for Lukas, he spilled to the outside as opposed to the middle of the ring…preventing a potential pin-fall.

Somehow Montgomery manages to land on his feet, but not with the gracefulness of a cat. He then goes staggering into the barrier, leaning heavily upon it while Blayze is building momentum. She charges across the ring and leaps over the ropes into a tope con hilo.

The somersault plancha leads to devastating results, for Blayze.

Montgomery side steps the airborne body and watches as Amanda goes crashing spine first into the mats.

Dollar: But the second plancha misses its target.

The body of Blayze bounces HARD from the mats, sending her rolling along into the barricade, the side of her face wedged against the steel….A terrible predicament to be in. Lukas barrels in, extends his knee and drives it into Amanda’s temple, crushing the cranium between leg and steel.

Dollar: SICKENING!

Blayze’s eyes have rolled to the back of her head and her body is sliding down the barrier. No rest is provided to the weary, as Montgomery snatches her up, drags her comatose body to her feet and scoops her up unto his shoulder. He then rushes across the mats and throws Blayze with a snake eyes right unto the steel steps. Amanda’s head bounces back and she goes staggering into the waiting arms of a now vengeful Montgomery.

Lukas wedges a shoulder to her spine, heaves her into the air, then throws her forward, Amanda catching tremendous height before she eventually comes crashing down back first into the mats.

Shortly after dishing the punishment on Blayze, the official’s ten count is broken by Montgomery, who rolls into the ring then right back out of it. He drops to his feet then goes rushing across them into a face crushing knee strike to a crouched Blayze.

The blow sends Amanda staggering back and falling rump first into a chair situated in the corner of two converging barricades. Yet again a very dangerous position for the already weary Blayze.

Lukas provides even further wear and tear, charging across the mats and diving with both boots right into Amanda’s chest. The basement dropkick drives Amanda’s back into the barrier….one she is quickly pulled away from so Lukas can fling her into the ring.

Significant trauma has been inflicted on Blayze, more than enough to set her up for the pinfall Lukas is presently going for. He hooks her legs, leading to a grin from Mika, and not a note of emotion from Harrison.

Fitzpatrick makes the count to sheer negativity.

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The mood changes when Blayze gets a shoulder up. Now its Lukas turn to become negative…not just negative…but downright hostile. With a handful of Amanda’s hair, Lukas drags her along to her feet and throws her through the ropes to the outside.

Why did he pitch her to the exterior of the ring? So Mika Kozlov can inflict a little added punishment. While Montgomery argues with the referee, behind Fitzpatrick’s back, Mika is snapping Amanda over into the suplex.

Dollar: The Blacklist’s numbers being used to overwhelm Blayze. Knew it was only a matter of time before that happened.

After dragging Blayze along into the suplex, Mika then plucks Amanda’s worn body from the mats and then deposits her in the ring. She is afforded not even a second of recovery time, because Montgomery is right on top of her, forcing her chin over the middle rope then wedging his knee to the back of her head.

The strangulation is permitted only until official Fitrzpatrick comes dangerously close to fulfilling a five count. He gets to 4.9 before Lukas retracts his knee from the back of Blayze’s neck then drags her by the hair to the middle of the ring. He bends her head over backwards then drives his elbow directly between her eyes, dropping Amanda to the canvas. However, Lukas keeps hold of the hair and uses it to pull Blayze back up to her feet, where he wedges a shoulder to her spine. He now heaves Amanda up and slams her down harshly via the back drop suplex.

Lukas then sits up, grabbing Amanda by the hair and using it to once again pull her along to her feet. Amanda is then heaved into the air and dropped back first across Montgomery’s elevated knee. The Canadian back-breaker is delivered, sending Blayze flipping over to her stomach. Lukas then drops with the same knee that has inflicted such punishment, right into the small of Amanda’s spine.

The rear chin-lock is established with his knee digging deep into her kidneys. Blayze lifts her hand into the air, already brought to the brink of submission. After enduring a grueling match with Pearson at Invictus, Amanda just doesn’t have much left in her body to tolerate this type of punishment.

Said punishment is exacerbated as Montgomery rears back on the chin and forces his kneecap even deeper into the spine.

The stubbornness, the persistence, the will power being displayed by Blayze at last gets the crowd rallied behind her.

Dollar: I’m surprised by this…Blayze is winning back the crowd by fighting against the man who has tried so hard to get her to turn against them, and the fans to turn against her.

Indeed, Montgomery has TRIED to twist and distort Blayze’s mind, but now all he’s doing is twisting and distorting Amanda’s back. In spite of that aggravation, she starts to rise towards her feet, however she only gets to her elbows and knees before being shut down by a clubbing blow over the upper back.

Montgomery then takes her by the hair, and drags her along to her feet only for Amanda to leave them as she’s heaved into a back drop suplex. Amanda manages to shift her weight though, wrapping her arm around Lukas’ neck and trying to drop him into a bulldog. TRYING and failing. Lukas wedges his hands to Amanda’s battered back and launches her off across the ring.

Surprisingly Amanda lands on her feet with her back turned towards Montgomery, yet again in a very…VERY bad predicament. Lukas takes advantage of her position, spinning around into the roaring elbow to the back of her head.

The Quieter….MISSES its target. Blayze turns just in time to duck the elbow that goes traveling over her head. Lukas’ back is then exposed to Amanda, who leaves her feet, wedges her knees to the small of his spine and delivers the backstabber.

Dollar: Turn-about is fair play. Blayze going to the back of Montgomery…the area of her body he has been victimizing throughout this match.

Lukas ricochets from the knees, back unto his feet while Amanda rolls to the center of the ring and then comes charging in with a lung bursting spear.

Dollar: SPEAR!

Montgomery is down and Amanda is climbing into the cover….albeit slowly given the condition of her back.

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The third slap never happens, because Montgomery gets his shoulder out from under the body of a traumatized Blayze.

Dollar: Montgomery just as stubborn as Amanda.

Though the muscles in her back are enflamed with pain, Blayze manages to crawl along into the ropes, employing them to begin a slow ascent to her feet. Meanwhile official Fitzpatrick is busy checking the condition of Montgomery, meaning a blind eye has been turned to the shuffle side kick unleashed by Harrison.

Aaron leaps to the apron and delivers the thrust kick right to Blayze’s temple.

Dollar: Damn-damn-damn….the Blacklist continues to employ their treacherous tactics.

The skull rattling kick knocks Blayze backwards into the waiting clutches of Montgomery.

He spins Amanda around and then lunges into the air, trapping her around the neck before falling back into the leaping downward spiral.

Blayze’s face ricochets from the canvas and she goes flipping over to her back while Montgomery goes crawling into the cover.

Dollar: And thanks to that kick from Harrison, the winning ways of the Blacklist continue.

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Or will they?

Blayze obviously thinks otherwise, squirming out from under the clutches of Montgomery before the three could be made.

Dollar: Well I stand…nay….SIT corrected. Blayze refusing to be subjugated by Montgomery, be it mentally or physically.

Well, she won’t be subjugated, but she will be victimized. Lukas makes this happen by method of dragging her along to her knees, pulling her head under his seat and then heaving her up into a powerbomb predicament. He then goes rushing forward to deflate all the oxygen from her lunges, and all the energy from her body.

Amanda is about to be demolished only to have her push her fatigued body over his head, slide down his back and wrap her legs around his waist. Blayze then snaps Lukas over into the Blayze of Glory.

The sunset flip driver nearly snaps Montgomery’s neck and puts Amanda in position for the three.

Dollar: The Blayze of Glory….it connects…..In spite of the interference of Harrison and Kozlov, Amanda might have pulled off a miracle here.

The three count is about to be made, Fitzpatrick getting into position and the fans getting to their feet.

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The third slap is thwarted when Fitzpatrick’s ankle is grabbed and yanked by Kozlov.

Dollar: This is such horse-shit.

An infuriated Fitzpatrick turns and condemns Mika, threatening to eject her from ringside while Harrison is sliding into the ring. He rushes directly at Blayze with a shuffle side kick only to have his foot caught in her clutches. Blayze pushes the foot away from her chin, sending him twisting in a complete circle. The second he turns back towards Amanda, he receives a step up enzugari to the back of the skull.

Dollar: Blayze is surprisingly fighting the entirety of the Blacklist on her own. This is a superhuman feat.

Amanda scrambles to her feet after having just put one to the back of Harrison’s head. She then turns, rushes across the ring and drops into another baseball slide dropkick, nailing Mika in the chest. Kozov is knocked to the mats, forced to regret hitting that suplex on the outside mats. The fans are going bananas in the background as Blayze at last sets her sights on the target that matters most. Montgomery has just gotten to his feet when Amanda comes rushing in, looking to finish this issue once and for all. She dives forward and catches Lukas around the neck, about to drop and lock in the Huntress Trap.

She falls back to hit the DDT portion of the move only to have Lukas plant his feet, refusing to be taken over. He then stands up straight and launches Amanda off of the front chancery by throwing her up into the air. She catches enough height for Lukas to manage spinning around and nailing the Quieter on an airborne Blayze.

Dollar: WHOOOOA!

Amanda’s uphill battle against the Blacklist couldn’t last forever…..finally thwarted by this insane version of the Quieter. The blow knocks her to the canvas and Lukas falls over her chest.

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Dollar: Gosh, just when I thought Blayze was going to persevere against the odds the Blacklist’s sheer numbers proved to be her undoing.

The fans respond with universal disdain at the image of Blayze taking the pinfall at the hands of the highly manipulative Montgomery.

The disfiguring shot on Blayze isn’t enough for the Blacklist….they haven’t inflicted the trauma she deserves for turning Montgomery down. Mika ensures this as she climbs up onto the apron, shouting at the official to intentionally distract him. Fitzpatrick cuts her off before she enters the ring, shouting at Kozlov to get down from the apron while in the ring behind his back, Harrison has slid into a side headlock on Blayze, pulverizing her face with right hand after right hand. At the same time Montgomery’s boots are finding their way down into Amanda’s ribs. Mika continues to keep the official from interfering in this post-match assault.

Dollar: Harrison and Montgomery doing nothing short of mugging Blayze at this point.

The superior numbers and the lack of compassion from the Blacklist, is too much for Blayze to deal with. She gets up, but only because Montgomery is forcing her along to her feet by the bangs of her sweaty locks. He then grips her under the chin, holding it up so she can see into his face and hear every word filtering through his snarling lips.

Montgomery: It didn’t have to be like this, Blayze. All you had to do was embrace the hate.

The unconscious Amanda is forced up to her feet then thrown along into the waiting clutches of Harrison. Both of her arms are hooked and her body is heaved into the Hybrid Theory. Or so that was the original plan, one derailed thanks to the kendo-stick swung into Harrison’s spine by Orlando Cruze.

Dollar: It’s CRUZE!

The cane almost shatters over Aaron’s back, but remains intact long enough to be driven into Aaron’s spine again…and AGAIN….until finally Harrison goes spilling through the ropes to the outside of the ring. The intense Orlando follows along behind, shouting through the cables at the man he’s so desperate to get in the ring one last time. But his preoccupation with Harrison proves devastating, as Lukas lays in weight behind the Icon, cocking his arm like a shotgun to signal for the Quieter.

Dollar: Watch out!

The forearm is flung into the back of Orlando’s head, resulting in a wail from the audience…Or so that’s how they would have reacted, but their response changes when Orlando ducks and Montgomery goes spinning into the ropes. He ricochets off and right into a shot between the eyes via the kendo-stick.

Dollar: YES! Orlando bashing in Montgomery’s brains!

The stick bounces off of Lukas’ head and puts him on his back while Blayze gets back to her feet and now crouches in anticipation.

Dollar: And it looks like Amanda is going to capitalize on all this aggression.

Said aggression now extends to Orlando rolling out of the ring and going after Harrison with the cane. But Aaron manages to stagger away with Mika’s help, turning herself into a makeshift crutch. The two climb over the barricade and into the crowd. They then push their way through the audience with Orlando following directly behind them, giving no rest for the wicked. Including Montgomery, who stands just in time to be cut in two by a lethal spear by Blayze.

Evidently the fans love this, hence why their reaction is so thunderous.

Dollar: BLAYZE! She’s channeled all of her rage, all of her hate, all of her frustrations into vanquishing Montgomery with that spear.

Amanda may have lost the match, but she doesn’t look like a loser this evening given the condition she’s left Montgomery in. Even with her back surging with pain, and her muscles worn from the physical toll of this bout, she still manages to lean in and whisper something to Montgomery.

Blayze: Awww..does it hurt? Want me to kiss it and make you feel better?

Instead of a kiss, she unleashes a slap right to Montgomery’s cheek, before finally taking her leave of the ring.

Dollar: Amanda didn’t win, but she did resist Montgomery’s influence.

As Blayze makes her exit, Orlando makes his entrance. Harrison, Mika and Orlando had vanished into the backstage area via one of the many exits amidst the crowd, but before long the Icon is stepping back out into the sea of teeming masses. He comes not only with a cane in his hand, but a microphone as well, one he presumably snatched up while backstage.

Orlando: I said this wasn’t over, and I meant it!

Just to demonstrate how fired up the Icon is, he swings the cane into the concrete beneath his feet, almost shattering it on impact.

Orlando: MONTGOMERY!

Though still addled by the shot with the cane and the spear, Lukas manages to look up from the canvas and into the crowd.

Orlando: I don’t care if the Blacklist THINKS they’re through with me, because I’m not going to stop until I get Harrison in this ring and I’VE finished this!

The microphone falls to the ground but not the cane, Orlando keeping a firm grip on the weapon he’ll use to inflict even more damage on anything standing between himself and a match with Harrison.

The door leading to the office of the Icon pops open and out steps Axl Evermore. All the while he forces his phone down into the pocket of his blue jeans, only to abruptly stop when he notices Mark Comeau standing in front of him.

Comeau: Hey-Hey-Hey, Axl, how’d the interview go….Was it good…was it great…was it exciting…I bet it was…yep…bet it was a great interview…great-great-great!!

Comeau suddenly ducks and protects his head from a phantom figment. Once he is sure he’s safe, Comeau straightens, twitches, scratches and blinks sporadically.

Axl: I never actually GOT my interview.

Comeau: BALLS!

Axl: Mark, did you mix up your meds again?

Comeau: Why do you ask….AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!

Hands clamp down over Mark’s temples as the pigment in his skin turns blood red. All at once his normal color is restored.

Comeau: Sorry, I thought my head was going to explode for a moment.

Axl: You definitely need to cut back on the caffeine pills.

Comeau: Maybe….but I need ‘em, need ‘em, need ‘em….especially tonight, cause I got an interview too….a big one…a HUGE ONE….I got to get hyped for it too….MAJORLY HYPED

Axl: Oh?

Comeau: Yeppers. I’m interviewing TPKid, and I’m going to do it in the middle of the ring….Mark UP-UP AND AWAY!

Comeau dives, expecting to fly but instead crashing into the floor where he immediately proceeds to grimace and hold his knee. As this particularly puzzling visual unfolds, Porno Lad can be seen peeking around a corner, watching and listening to everything. A smug grin forms upon his face, a plot hatching in his diabolical mind.

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BEFORE THE BREAK

A still frame image of the Blacklist assaulting Amanda Blayze in the center of the ring….putting the boots and the fists to her crumpled body.

Dollar: If your just tuning in, stick your head in a microwave right now you piece of….okay…I’ll calm down…even though you totally missed Johnny Dollar flying solo tonight, meaning you could have had me all to yourself. Oh yeah, and there’s been action in the ring too, like what happened before the break, when the Blacklist’s attempt to turn Amanda Blayze into another victim was derailed by our President, Orlando Cruze.

The footage begins to play and we see Orlando make a shocking save for Blayze by method of driving a kendo-stick into Harrison’s back. And before long Cruze’s weapon of choice, finds its way directly to Montgomery’s face…and the meeting of wood and skull is not a very pleasant one.

Dollar: Orlando Cruze, stemming from the actions of the Blacklist inside of Hell in a Cell at Invictus, came out here to get himself some…and boy did he ever.

The cane shot to Montgomery’s forehead is captured from a number of angles…and each angle seems to make this shot all the more traumatic.

The effects of all that trauma is evident upon the face of Lukas Montgomery, a face presently twisted into a snarl. He doesn’t look happy…which tends to happen when your head has been crushed by a kendo-stick and you’ve got the type of migraine that even a thousand Tylenol wouldn’t heal.

Montgomery: AARON….MIKA!!

At last Lukas catches up with his Blacklist cohorts….storming towards the conversing couple in the backstage corridor.

Montgomery: What the hell? You abandoned me out there.

Focus is immediately drawn to the huge welt on Montgomery’s scalp….put there by the love-tap delivered by Cruze.

Montgomery: You fed me to the mother-fucking wolf.

Harrison: Relax, Lukas…

Montgomery: Relax? You’re honestly telling me to relax after what that son of a bitch just did to me?

Harrison: Don’t lose your cool, Montgomery, that’s just what Orlando wants.

Montgomery: Still….you guys left me.

Mika: No, what we did, was draw Orlando away from the ring to protect you….

Harrison: Plus, it gave us time to think of how we’re going to deal with this Orlando annoyance.

Montgomery: Yeah?

Mika: We’ve come up with a solution…

Montgomery: Good, because I would LOVE to get another crack at Orlando.

Harrison: Not happening.

The expression on Montgomery’s face couldn’t be anymore indignant.

Montgomery: WHAT!?!

Harrison: When I said we were through with Orlando, I meant it.

Mika: We have an insurance policy for a reason, Lukas, for situations just like these.

Montgomery: An insuranc….OOOOH….Savage!

The expression changes in a heart-beat.

Harrison: Nikolai was instrumental in taking one Cruze out of the IWC…..Now he’ll remove the other.

”Wait” by ZOEGirl results in quite the puzzled reaction from the crowd. Jessica Lasiewicz waltzes through the curtains, getting an even greater divergent response.

Dollar: Ummmm, I guess I’m continuing to fly solo here. I have absolutely no idea where Susie Moore has gone….and the crowd seems a little confused themselves. This is Jessica Lasiewicz, the half-sister of Marie Jones, who made her first IWC appearance at Invictus.

Jessica starts up the steps and into the ring, the fans finally warming up to the GDW combatant. She gets into the ring, microphone in hand, preparing to get the crowd even more riled up.

Jessica: Howdy New York.

Cheap-pop time.

Jessica: You might not be too familiar with who I am, but I got VERY familiar with the IWC product when Lady Gambit’s fine derriere sat front row center watching Invictus. And I have got to say….I was impressed.

An even cheaper pop.

Jessica: It was a bar raising event filled with lots of action, and so much drama you would think it was sponsored by TNT. But, as much as I was enjoying the product, something just kept gnawing at me….The behavior of my sister…..You might know her by the name of Marie Jones.

They do, hence the cheapest of cheap pops.

Jessica: I hate to do this in a public forum, but Marie hasn’t answered my texts, she hasn’t returned my phone-calls or even responded to my tweets. Something is going on with her….Something just isn’t right about her…And I think we all need to know what’s got her behaving so out of sorts….Because the Marie Jones I saw wrestle at Invictus, is NOT the Marie Jones everybody knows and loves.

Lady Gambit turns from the crowd that has quickly embraced her, to the stage, where SHE waits to embrace her sister.

Jessica: Marie, I know you’ve been under a ton of pressure lately, and I hate to throw more stress your way, but shutting out your family, isn’t going to help you. So I HAVE to back you into a corner and call you out.

The ‘call-out’ has been made, but it hasn’t been answered.

Jessica: Marie….PLEASE come out here and talk to…..

’HAUNTED’ filters through the speakers and the crowd gives Marie Jones quite the reception….in spite of the fact that she does nothing to pander to the audience. Unlike at Invictus, Marie isn’t wearing an expression of intensity, instead she’s all smiles….FORCED smiles, but smiles nevertheless. Jones heads down the ramp and almost skips up the step, looking so giddy it borders on a bipolar ‘high.’

Dollar: Jessica, you got what you wanted, now hopefully you can help all of us figure out what the hell is up with Marie. She’s acting even stranger tonight than she did back at Invictus.

Marie struts past Jessica to fetch a microphone, all of her mannerisms and gyrations looking exaggerated.

Marie: An intervention, seriously?

Jessica: If you want to call it that.

Marie: Awww, are you feeling a wittle neglected? You mad, Girl?

Jessica: I’m not mad, just confused. What’s up with you? Your attitude has been all over the place the last couple of weeks….

Marie: Has it now?

Jessica: You’ve been so intense, and so secretive. The Marie I know, wouldn’t deliver low blows on her opponents….she wouldn’t cheat around every turn to pick up a win…And she wouldn’t shun the ones who care about her so much….

The reaction to this list of grievances? A rolling of Marie’s eyes followed by a groan.

Marie: Jess…..you are so friggin SELFISH!

Lasiewicz has a double take…..her head literally snapping back after being stricken with this verbal blow.

Marie: Since when did this become all about you? Why does everything HAVE to be about Jessica-Jessica-Jessica?

Jessica: What are you talking about?

Marie: I don’t respond to YOUR tweets….YOUR phone-calls….you’ve turned into a total sour puss because YOUR not part of MY LIFE…my NEW life.

Jessica: Your WAY off the mark here.

Marie: No….for once in my life, I finally have some clarity. I’m finally living for myself, and not by the expectations of you, my family, or these people. I’m my own person….why can’t you expect that? Why can’t you just butt out and let me be ME?

Jessica: Because this isn’t YOU!

Marie: Are you sure about that? Maybe I’m at long last embracing who I am inside…

Jessica: That’s crap.

Marie: Just accept it. The mask is off, and I’m being who I want to be. Now stop trying to stifle me, to pigeon-hold me. Just stop being so selfish. If you truly love me, you’ll accept what I’ve become, and stop trying to force me to be someone I’m not.

Jessica: Marie, you’re….

Marie: I mean, I’ve accepted you for all your faults…I’ve overlooked your many-many-many flaws.

Flaws? Before Jessica can prod her sister any further, Marie continues.

Marie: And I’ve never stopped caring about you. So pay me the same respect. And then show your sister some love.

A hug….a forced hug, but a hug nevertheless. Lasiewicz’s reaction to this hug, her arms going limp, and her eyes batting ever so awkwardly. Before Jessica can get over her initial shock, Marie is out of the ring and headed up the ramp, continuing to wear an exaggerated smirk.

Dollar: Did the IWC just turn into Days of Our Lives?

Jessica finally overcomes her surprise over Marie’s attitude shift and manages to react.

Jessica: Whoa-whoa-WHOA….TIME-OUT!

Marie doesn’t pause in spite of Jessica’s protests.

Jessica: What the fuck was that? Seriously? You expect me to buy any of that garbage? Marie, get back in here and let’s really hash this out.

The demands continue to be ignored as Jones strolls to the back.

Jessica: Your acting like a complete jackass, Marie. It’s almost like you’re a totally different pers….

A lariat connects with the back of Jessica’s head, sending her spilling forward into the ropes. Standing behind her is none other than Valentina Madison?

Dollar: What the fudge nuggets? Why is….why is Valentina attacking Jessica Lasiewicz?

The lariat to the skull causes Jessica’s throat to ricochet from the middle rope before she goes twisting into the waiting clutches of Madison, who leaps into the Wildcat Crusher. The double knees face-buster has sent Jessica twisting to the canvas, lying there twitching as a result of this unexpected and totally unprovoked attack.

Dollar: Someone PLEASE explain to me what the hell is going on here?

Valentina turns her eyes from her target to the smiling face of Marie Jones, looking back over her shoulder. She doesn’t retaliate against Valentina for this assault, instead she just winks towards the intellectual superior and then moves along to the backstage area.

Axl Evermore strides along ignorant of the incidents in the ring.

Axl: Alright-alright-alright…My interview with Orlando Cruze didn’t go exactly as planned.

These comments are directed towards the camera following along behind Evermore as he makes his way down the corridor.

Axl: But I promise I’ll make it up to you, because the second that Andre Jordan arrives here tonight, I WILL have a major interview with the Evolution Champ….i….on…

The sentence begins to trail off once Evermore spots two figures standing in front of the dressing room reserved for Silverstone Inc. Both men are adorned in baggy black hoodies and are wearing surgical gloves. One is stooped in front of the door knob, using a hair pin to pick the lock, while the other stands behind his associate’s back, keeping a wary eye out.

Axl: Erm…excuse me.

Gavin Taylor almost leaps right out of his dark attire. With a hand over his heart, Taylor turns his sunglass shaded eyes towards the interviewer.

Gavin: Jesus CHRIST!

His fist is lifted into the air.

Gavin: You’re lucky this thing wasn’t loaded, because it totally would have went off in your face.

Axl: Get over it….

Evermore doesn’t clinch a fist but extends his open hand towards the lock presently being picked.

Axl: Erm….what are you two doing?

A flustered Kyle Black turns from the hairpin in his hands to Evermore standing over his back.

Kyle: That’s none of your God damned business.

Gavin: Get to steppin!

Just because they aren’t moving fast enough, Taylor swats the camera lens with his open palm, shoving it back HARD.

The intellectually superior Valentina Madison has just made it through the curtains and into the gorilla position before her departure is all together halted by Sparkles and Greyson Lovejoy.

Sparkles: HEEEEY BAAAABY!

With a pronounced frown, Madison turns to acknowledge the puppet, wearing a neck brace, and the puppeteer wearing a full wrap around head bandage.

Greyson: Good evening Mrs. Madison.

Madison: Yikes…

She disgustedly overlooks both Sparkles and Lovejoy, focusing on their battle scars.

Madison: What happened to the two of you?

Sparkles: Ninjas…like fifty of them…they attacked us coming out of an Opium Den.

Madison: Okay-okay, not like I asked for your life stories. Just get to your questions.

Sparkles: Oh my, no foreplay then?

Madison: I don’t play around….I get straight to it. A detail that red haired ignoramus I left lying in the ring just learned.

Sparkles: Yeah….which brings me to my first question.

Madison: Why did I attack this Lasiewicz? Simple…so simple even a muppet like yourself could understand. I saw an opportunity to make a statement, and I just took it….Even if said statement had to be made via a display of mindless brutality. Unfortunately, violence is the only method of leaving impressions on the unwashed cretins in the audience.

Sparkles: So….

Madison: And although she is intellectually inferior, I must extend some kudos to Marie Jones….

Greyson: Why is that?

The faintest of grins inhabits Valentina’s face.

Madison: Let’s just say, that none of this would have been facilitated without a little aid from the most unlikely of sources.

No further information is given, Madison leaving upon making her intentionally vague statement.

Sparkles: Wait…wait….I never got to ask my real question, rather Lasiewicz’s carpets match her drapes!

APOCALYPSE VS. PESTILENCE

”Zombie” by the Cranberries plays over the PA system, dredging a dreadful response from the fans. Not much love is shown to the Pestilence, who make their way to the stage with Jacob Laymon seated on top of Executioner’s shoulders and Jessica Wilde crawling seductively through the big man’s legs. She gets to her knees and leans back to look up into the crimson eyes of Executioner, and the painted face of Laymon loaded upon his bodyguard’s shoulders.

Dollar: Well…there are my former colleagues….Hard to believe that just a few months ago, Executioner was the head of security, Laymon was the General Manager and Head of Talent Relations, and Jessica was seated right here beside me as the ring announcer. But ever since their abduction by Ba’al, they’ve all underwent radical changes in their personalities.

This collection of oddities, sans Eric Cartman plushie, finally reach the ring with Laymon leaping off his bodyguard’s shoulders and unto the apron. He then stands up on the middle rope and pulls up on the top one, separating the cables so that Jessica can rush down the ramp and leap through Jacob’s parted legs, dropping into a forward roll to the center of the ring. Jacob springs off the middle rope and over the top cable into the ring.

Dollar: The Pestilence might be awkward, that’s for certain, but one thing they haven’t been, are winners. And I don’t think that will change tonight when they face the latest incarnation of Apocalypse….

Executioner remains at ringside watching as Jacob steps over Jessica’s back and pulls up on her jaw so that he can bend down and lick her cheek.

Walker: MARIE!

The intensity doesn’t just extend to the ring or the areas around it…hostilities heightened in the backstage realm as well. A tumultuous situation is created by Aerik Walker, who has caught up to Marie Jones. She turns from the curtains she was just about to pass through, in order to acknowledge the intense silver haired warrior standing behind her.

Marie: HEY AERIK! Ya ready big boy?

Walker: Ready? For what exactly? A tag match, or another of your deceptive tactics?

Marie feigns ignorance, but it doesn’t come naturally to her.

Marie: Deceptive tactics?

Walker: I saw what you just had done to your own sister out there.

A finger directs attention to the very ring where Jessica was moments ago assaulted by Valentina Madison.

Marie: Aerik, don’t be silly now. I never laid a finger on our precious Lady Gambit.

Walker: No, you didn’t, but I can smell a set up from a mile away. It’s a sixth sense you hone after 20 plus years in this business. I know you snowed Lasiewicz.….

Marie: Now why would I do that?

Walker: I don’t have a clue, in fact, I don’t know why you’ve done even half of the stuff you’ve been up to lately. All I do know, is that I can’t trust you….If you could do that to your own sister, what’s to stop you from setting me up too?

A reassuring hand pats Walker on the forearm.

Marie: Awww…Aerik…don’t worry….I would never hurt Mother’s best friend.

Walker: Yeah, and your mom, she would be endlessly disappointed in you, if she knew you were threatening me with these ‘secrets?’ Tell me, what do you think you know about me? What dirt do you think you have on me? What makes you think you can hold something over MY Head and force me to be your tag team partner?

The hands encompass one of Walker’s knuckles, pulling them towards Marie’s cheek.

Marie: I only made that threat to get you to listen to me. Aerik, please don’t be mad at me. I was just trying to get your attention…And it worked, because you agreed to team with me tonight.

Walker: You think that’s the case, fraid not? I wanted all three members of the Pestilence by myself to send a message to the NHB Champion by crushing his flock of followers. But after Tables Are Legal, the IWC didn’t think my body would be capable of handling the stress of such a handicap match. So to prevent injury, MANAGEMENT teamed us together.

The knuckles are drawn away from her cheek and Walker fights to keep them from swinging back into her face with anything but a caressing touch.

Marie: That was a smart decision on their part….Because we BOTH know that the Pestilence will do anything in their power to weaken you before your No Holds Barred title match against Ba’al. So you need my protection….

Walker: I don’t need anything from you, Marie, but I’ll go through with the match nevertheless….

Marie: GOOD! It’ll give me a chance to prove that you really do need Apocalypse. I mean, your body is getting up there in age….You’re not the spry young workhorse you were twenty something years ago. So maybe you should reconsider your stance on working with me, and trusting me. Just like your wife, I’m only concerned with protecting you, and preserving your legacy.

Walker: Don’t talk about my wife.

Marie: I’ll see ya out there, ole’ timer.

With a wink and a nod, Marie heads through the curtains, but the camera remains fixated on Silverwolf’s tense expression.

”Haunted” plays through the speakers and gets heartbeats racing. This adrenaline continues to surge once Marie, a polarizing and controversial young lady, comes rushing through the curtains and consumes the stage. She seems to display more arrogance and intensity as she embarks down the ramp, up the steps and right into the ring where just a few minutes ago she was instrumental in her sister’s assault.

Dollar: Marie Jones has been all over the place tonight….

MOMENTS AGO

Though it was witnessed mere seconds before the break, it still bares repeating. Marie Jones and Jessica Lasiewicz conduct a brief intervention in the ring only for the Phoenix to eventually leave the Lady Gambit unsatisfied in her attempts to reason with her sister. Not only is she left unsatisfied, but in quite a bit of pain as well…thanks to the assault perpetrated by Valentina Madison and culminating to the Wildcat Crusher.

Dollar: Just before the break we saw Jessica Lasiewicz TRYING to reason with Marie, to get to the bottom of her recent shift in attitude, only to have Valentina inexplicably attack Lasiewicz from behind. And Marie did nothing to help her sister.

Nothing? Well, as evidenced by the video, Marie at the very least SMILED in recognition of this assault on Jessica.

Back live to Marie standing in the corner anxiously waiting for the arrival of her teammate. She doesn’t wait long, as Aerik Walker’s music cues up and the seven footer strides through the curtains. He towers upon the stage, and stares angrily at the ring. However, his anger isn’t directed at the Pestilence, it’s focused on Marie Jones. He finally starts down the ramp and steps over the ropes, reluctantly moving into his team’s corner.

Dollar: Marie definitely hasn’t made a good impression on this man….Who was actually threatened with some type of ‘secret’ from his past and coerced into this match. So naturally, he doesn’t look very gunho about being part of this match.

The new number one contender for the NHB Championship looks ready to get his hands on three of Ba’al’s minions but Marie stops him. She insists on sending Walker to his corner so that SHE can start this match.

Dollar: And Jones just continues to do herself no favors by bossing Walker around.

An apprehensive Silverwolf moves to his corner while Marie turns just in time to spot Laymon bowling her over with a running shoulder block. Jones crashes into the canvas and then flips over from the collision from the aggressive Laymon, who stands above his wounded prey. Jones tries to stand up and Laymon blasts her to the forehead with a right hand, followed by another, and then a third, and then a forth. He then pushes Jones back first into the ropes as she ricochets off and flies back into a knee to the ribs. The Phoenix flips over the knee strike and lands on her seat while Laymon makes the tag to Wilde. He then steps around behind Marie and pins her arms behind her back so that she has no defenses from the open palm slaps being delivered by Wilde to both cheeks.

Jacob then stands up straight, employing his deceptive strength to heave Jones up into a double chickenwing. He then throws Marie down out of the double chickenwing chest first onto the elevated knees of Wilde.

Jessica drops to her back and raises her knees just in time for Marie’s sternum to be crushed against them. She bounces off and staggers back at this point before being grabbed by the shoulder and spun around into a fireman’s carry. Laymon turns in a circle and pulls Jones over into a death valley driver, sending her crashing back first once again into the raised knees of Wilde.

The masked combatant twists her body around so that her knees are waiting to collapse Marie’s lungs. Jones slams against them and then goes rolling across the ring to her stomach.

Dollar: I’m really surprised by this. The Pestilence is bringing the aggression and thus far Marie Jones doesn’t have an answer for it.

A banged up Jones grabs the ropes, desperately pulling herself up to her feet when Laymon steps to the middle of the ring behind her and motions for Wilde. In a heartbeat Jessica is rushing across the ring and Laymon is throwing her over his head into a big splash directly to Marie’s upper back. Wilde crashes into Marie’s spine and causes Jones’ throat to snap off the top rope.

She now goes staggering back into Jessica’s arms, Wilde pushing her forward into the ropes so that she can ricochet off into her waiting arms. Jones bounces off the cables chest first and then goes staggering back into Jessica’s clutches. Wilde catches her around the waist and drops back into a roll up. But just as Wilde threatens to fold Marie up beneath her, Jones uses the momentum of the roll to end up on her feet, twist around and grab a stooped over Jessica around the neck. She then heaves Wilde into the air and plants her on top of her skull with an implant DDT.

Dollar: Nice counter! Jones dumping Jessica with a dangerous high impact DDT.

The second Jessica’s head bounces off the canvas, Jacob is leaping into the ring. He then goes charging at Marie, who quickly hooks the creases of Jessica’s legs, pulling them up so that her knees are elevated in the air. She then spins around and leaps into the air, wedging feet to Jacob’s ribs and dropping into a monkey flip. Laymon flies through the air and comes crashing down on the raised knees of his own tag partner.

Dollar: Marie’s newfound intensity finally paying dividends.

Jones scrambles to her feet and Jacob is doing the same. However, Wilde is only able to get to her elbows and knees, which serves Marie just fine. She rushes across the ring, steps off of Jessica’s back and launches herself into Laymon, catching him around the neck then spiraling around into a tornado DDT. Laymon’s head crashes into the canvas and he goes flipping over to his seat, looking thoroughly discombobulated by the blow.

Marie then rolls over backwards to her knees, leaps to her feet and sizes up her opponents.

Dollar: Marie is gonna go for the big kill right out of the gates.

Her fingers twiddle to her sides, ready to wrap around the head of the first opponent who moves. Instead that hand connects with something else, Walker’s palm as he makes the tag.

Dollar: Oh-ho-ho….Walker making the tag instead….He wants to see some action.

He doesn’t see anything, he gets fully immersed in it. The big man steps over the ropes into the ring and then dismisses Marie, who looks none too happy that her thunder has been stolen. Walker enters the squared circle just as Jessica recovers enough to put her boots into the back of his thigh. One kick connects with his leg, followed by another to the crease of his knee. Jessica then takes off into the ropes, ricochets off and comes back into the waiting hands of her opponent. Aerik catches her, throws her up into the air and then moves out of the way as she comes crashing down from a tremendous height face first into the canvas. She pops up to her knees immediately thereafter, putting her in position for Silverwolf to take her around the waist and deadlift her from the canvas into a sideslam. He then lifts up on the leg, looking to send a message to the Pestilence’s master by decisively defeating his minions.

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Laymon ensures that doesn’t happen, diving in behind the seated Silverwolf and driving his hands into his neck with a double axehandle.

Dollar: Silverwolf all over the Pestilence….so much for him being the broken down athlete Marie claimed he was backstage.

The Pestilence might just break him down though, taking Aerik around the neck and dragging him around to his knees. Official Wright just continues to watch this all happen, not lifting a finger to stop these freaks from employing their number’s advantage. Walker is taken around the chin, his head being held back so that Wilde can collect herself and come charging in. A boot launches towards Walker’s face but he manages to catch it just before it can connect. He then swings her boot away from his face, causing her heel to spin completely around and ultimately nail Laymon directly to the temple.

Dollar: Silverwolf making the Pestilence pay for this double team.

The kick to the cranium sends Laymon rolling out of the ring and Wilde turning her back on her fuming opponent. Aerik lunges to his feet, wedges his shoulders to Jessica’s back and then heaves her up into the air. The place explodes as Silverwolf lunges into the air, comes down to his seat and connects with the torture rack back-breaker.

Dollar: Walker equals sheer dominance.

And he keeps on doing just that….dominating. The giant reaches his feet and does so just in time to counter the nefarious attempts of Laymon.

In charges the painted Jacob, who is caught by the chest and stomach then heaved up into the air with a gorilla press. But Executioner climbs up onto the apron, directly in front of Walker, commanding his attention.

Aerik drops Laymon without completing his move in order to swing his fists instinctively into the face of…no one. The masked giant leaps from the apron just in time to avoid having his head knocked from his shoulders.

Walker’s fist travels over the ropes and just misses his target, but now he himself becomes a target….the distracted Aerik victimized for just that…his distraction. Laymon rushes in behind Silverwolf, leaping into the air over the ropes and taking Aerik by the back of the head, snapping his throat down into the top cable. Walker staggers back, gasping for air and falling right into the clutches of a batted Wilde.

Well…not clutches…but boots. Both of Wilde’s feet nail the crease of Walker’s knee, knocking his legs out from under him and sending him collapsing to the canvas. Jessica then scrambles back to her feet, braces them against the canvas then flips back into a moonsault. She crashes right across Aerik’s chest then ducks her head and rolls forward across the canvas. Once upright she hurries across the canvas and makes the tag to Laymon, who is back in their corner

He isn’t in the corner for longer, because soon he’s on top of it, using the turnbuckle as a perch to launch himself into a headbutt. The forehead slams into Aerik’s chest, sending shockwaves of pain coursing through his body.

Dollar: Well…maybe I spoke a little too soon about Walker being dominant. He came in here like a powerhouse, but the distraction of Executioner has cost him.

Walker is obviously hurting but still manages to sit up and turn towards his partner, finding inspiration….not thanks to Jones’ words, but as a result of her giant…insidious grin.

Marie: Come along now ole’ timer, make the tag.

These words do not encourage a tag, they inspire just the opposite. The number one contender for the NHB Championship sluggishly ascends to his feet just as Laymon rushes in and crushes his cheek with a swift boot. Aerik is sent spiraling down to the canvas, clutching at his face, one that is victimized by the boot of Laymon that descends towards it.

He is about to stomp Walker’s nose back into his brain only to have that boot caught. Jessica quickly scrambles into the ring to help her partner when Walker pushes on Laymon’s boot and sends his foot launching into the air. He turns around and accidentally drives said boot into the jaw of his inbound partner, Wilde collapsing to the canvas thanks to the blow delivered by her own teammate.

Dollar: Walker playing his opponents off of one another to absolutely devastating results for the Pestilence.

An apologetic Jacob grabs hold of Jessica’s wrist, dragging her back up to her feet only to unintentionally put her in harm’s way. The second she stands, she’s caught by the throat, Walker engulfing it in preparation for the chokeslam. He then grabs Jacob’s larynx as well, going for a double chokeslam at this point.

Dollar: He’s going to put both members of Pestilence down in the dirt.

Or at least that was the plan before Walker spots Executioner sliding under the ropes to aid his trapped compatriots. The grips on both Laymon and Wilde are broken Walker going after Executioner, cutting him off before he could do any damage. The second he sees him coming, Executioner makes a hasty exit…but once again the damage has been done….the distraction proving devastating.

Walker spins back towards his opponent’s just a moment too late. Laymon lunges into the ropes behind Walker while Jessica leaps into the air, Jacob diving into the crease of the Silverwolf’s knee, and Wilde’s heel nailing the seven footer in the jaw via a spinning heel kick.

Dollar: High-low by the Pestilence.

Laymon doesn’t crawl into the pin, even though one is quite apropos at the moment. He grabs Walker’s hair, holds up on his head and begins to subject him to a lethal barrage of right hands. Obviously the Pestilence isn’t out to defeat Walker tonight, they want to do nothing short of hurt him.

Hence why Jessica is currently introducing a chair into the proceedings.

Dollar: Oh hells to the no…..Wilde bringing a chair into the match, I guess to do more damage to the number one contender for their master’s title.

Stuart Wright AGAIN turns a blind eye to the deplorable antics of the Pestilence, permitting all manner of dirty tactics. Said tactics currently extend to the positioning of a chair around the knuckles of Walker, as Laymon holds his hand in place by standing on the back of the wrist. He calls out for Jessica, who climbs a turnbuckle and prepares to frog splash the chair, intent on breaking Walker’s hand.

Dollar: No-no-no…this is the same thing the Pestilence did to Katelyn Buehler several weeks ago….They broke her hand with that frog splash unto the chair.

Jessica is just about to go high risk and pay off with grieves injury inflicted on Walker only to have Aerik save himself. He reaches up with his free hand, grabbing Laymon by the waistband and pulling it in order to launch the former Talent Manager into the turnbuckle Wilde is standing on. He is just about to crash into her, which would lead to devastating results only to have Wilde leap off the corner and over the head of her partner. She sails through the air and ends up landing on Walker….or more precisely….his PALMS.

Aerik displays his uncanny strength by catching Wilde in a gorilla press. He steps across the ring and is just about to throw her to the canvas before spotting Executioner once again climbing up onto the apron, TRYING to run interference…TRYING and succeeding. He does get Walker’s attention, just long enough for the big man to throw Jessica into a gorilla press directly into Executioner’s chest. The former IWC Head of Security collapses to the outside mats with Jessica landing on top, still stretched over his chest.

Dollar: Walker’s had enough…He’s taken out Executioner and one of his opponents at the same time.

Executioner and Wilde lament their injuries on the exterior of the ring while further damage is about to be done inside of it to the Pestilence.

Or so that’s Silverwolf’s original designs. He turns around and spots Laymon leaning against the corner he was just thrown into. Aerik rushes in and gets a mouth full of boot, Jacob’s kick staggering Silverwolf back to the center of the ring. He is swinging his arms to remain upright, with one of hands ending up close enough to Marie to be tagged.

That very hand is then employed for something else….far more devastating.

Jacob rushes out of the turnbuckle to take advantage of Silverwolf’s discombobulated state, but instead finds his face caved in via the Magnum Blitz. The very hand that was about to be crushed by the Pestilence, now shatters the cheek of Laymon.

Dollar: KNOCK OUT PUNCH!

The blow not only sends spit flying from Laymon’s mouth, but his body twirling into the waiting clutches of Jones.

After making the blind-tag, Marie swoops into position to catch Jacob with a boot to the ribs, doubling him over and the subjecting him to the Hot Shot. The Pedigree connects, driving Jacob’s face gruesomely into the canvas before his body goes twisting across it. Before he can even finish flopping to his back, Marie is already crawling over his chest into a lateral press.

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There is quite the ovation in regards to Jones’ victory….but Silverwolf’s reaction is contrastingly different. Unlike the fans, Walker doesn’t acknowledge the pin with a cheerful chirp, instead he examines his partner with a combination of confusion and anger.

Dollar: Walker did the damage but Jones comes sliding in out of nowhere to take the win for her team….And it doesn’t look like it’s setting very well with Silverwolf.

The veteran combatant looks down at the seated Jones with anger in his eyes, while Marie stares back at Silverwolf with glee in her smile.

Marie: Do you see now how much you need me?

After scoring this win and making her statement, Jones goes rolling out of the ring. She doesn’t want to hear Silverwolf’s response…or feel it to be more accurate. But unlike Jessica Lasiewicz, Walker isn’t letting Marie get away without getting some type of explanation out of her.

He is about to step over the ropes and give pursuit to Jones, only to stop, with eyes widening and expression fundamentally changing at the sight of Marie convening alongside another source of his irritation. That source being Alyksandra Blackheart.

Dollar: What the devil?

The strained relationship between Walker and his wife, Alyx is at the forefront of everyone’s mind, especially Marie’s…hence why she is so eager to wrap her arms around Blackheart’s neck, knowing what effect it will have on Silverwolf’s psyche. And it definitely takes its toll, Aerik noticeably aghast at the visual of his wife hugging it out with Marie on the ramp. They both then turn and acknowledge the puzzled frown on Walker’s face.

Dollar: What….what are we seeing here? Marie Jones and Alyksandra Blackheart, Silverwolf’s wife, the very woman who struck Aerik with a chair just a few weeks ago right here on this show, are….hugging? Are they in cahoots with one another?

Marie turns Alyx away from her husband, commandeering her ear and taking her focus entirely…..why? Because obviously Marie doesn’t want Blackheart to see what’s happening in the ring behind her back. A still confused Walker is so preoccupied with the image of Jones and Blackheart marching away, that he doesn’t even notice Pestilence swarming upon him. Executioner nails Aerik to the back of his head before he even has a chance to respond, knocking him to his knees. Wilde and Laymon then join in on the assault, kneeling beside Walker and devastating him with a barrage of clubbing blows.

Dollar: And now the Pestilence capitalizes on Walker’s distraction, attacking him while he was reeling from this sight…this sight of Blackheart and Jones….together?

Walker tries to get up as boots nail him to the spine and forearms connect with his skull. All the while Marie keeps gabbing into Alyx’s ears, keeping her focus entirely on her. Though Marie makes sure she gets one last glimpse of the downtrodden Walker, turning her head just enough to see him being brutalized and winking in his direction.

Cameras shift from the plight of Silverwolf, to the impending insanity presented by TPKid and Miss Juicy. Presently Kid is wearing something that has been a completely uncharacteristic sight of late…a giant smile.

Dollar: We’re going to try and shift focus here people….Yet Jesus Christ, it’s not gonna be easy after what just happened to Silverwolf…but if anyone could drag me out of this funk it would be TPKid…my new personal hero….the man who vanquished Porno Lad at Invictus….And we’re going to hear from him….NEXT!

The sit-down interview advertised earlier in the night is moments from occurring, and who knows what TPKid is going to let fly from between his gums when there is no filter….when he is unrestrained….when he is at last allowed to be his normal controversial….pull no punches self.

Dollar: Mark Comeau interviews TPKid…you’ve got to see this one.

Kid continues to exude the characteristics of a man who just got a reprieve from the governor, smelling the sweet air of freedom now that he is out from beneath the boot of Porno Lad.

INVICUS

TPKid: This is history…!

A still photo features Porno Lad being flipped over into the Trailer Park Dump on top of the apron.

P Clarence Whitman III: Invictus, will be a night more mind imploding than any organized sporting event…..

A stunning visual of Clarence trying to lock in the crossface on Jonathan Collins.

Katelyn Buehler: Invictus is about redemption.

A disturbing visual of Katelyn Buehler resting on her knees with blood seeping down her face and Rachel Foxx stretched across the canvas before her.

Danny Darko: Invitcus, it gives you a shot to finally take the spotlight.

A heart stopping visual of Danny Darko flying off a ladder into the Darkolator to the face of Savage who was standing on a table.

Gavin: Come on-come on-come on.

Kyle: Stop being so impatient.

In spite of Black’s best efforts, he still hasn’t managed to pick the lock on the door. So the members of Chase Global remain in the hall, when they could be nestled within the confines of Silverstone Incorporations’ private dressing room.

Kyle: This is delicate work.

Black is aggravated more-so by his colleague’s impatience, rather than his inability to pick the lock.

Gavin: I thought you KNEW what you were doing?

Kyle: I DO! I swear, I mean, I’ve had to pick the locks on handcuffs like a thousand times before…Can’t tell you how many times I was left shackled to bedrails…..So how much different can picking the lock in a door be?

Gavin: Why do I continue to have faith in you? I mean, you do nothing but constantly let me down.

Kyle: Whoa…hold it….Time out!

Black pauses his lock-picking so Gavin can see his frown…and it’s a hell of a frown…the type of frown that makes other frowns give cause to frown for not being as mighty as this particular frown.

Kyle: What do you mean “I constantly let you down?”

Gavin: Exactly what I said. If it wasn’t for you, I’d be Evolution Champion right now.

Kyle: Is that so?

Gavin: You were the one pinned at Inivictus….

Kyle: Dude, I had a head-cold, and sinus issues, and an inner ear infection…plus, I think I had food poisoning….

Gavin: Enough with the damned excuses….just open the door so I can get back MY Evolution Title belt…

Kyle: I’m working on it….I’m working on it.

Inside of the ring presently paces Mark Comeau, who fidgets nervously, scratches at his stifling collar, and continuously ducks airborne figments infringing on his personal space.

Dollar: Did my ears just go crazy? Did Gavin Taylor just insinuate….no…blatantly state that he was going to break into the dressing room of Silverstone Inc so that he and Kyle Black could steal back the Evolution Championship?

Johnny pauses for an answer, but given the fact that Susie has vanished into the ether, he gets nothing but dead silence, which in retrospect would probably be a more enlightening reply than any given by Moore.

Dollar: You know I thought this would be nice to conduct commentary by myself, but it’s actually starting to bore me. So I think I’ll take a page from Susie when she flew solo on commentary and employ this Magic Eight Ball I found under the announce table to bounce my brilliant dialogue off of. You think that’s a good idea, Magic Eight Ball?

Eight Ball: My Sources Say No.

Dollar: You’re probably right.

Comeau continues to pace the ring, sweating profusely at this point and repeatedly tucking his shirt away from his chest so his body can breathe.

Comeau: Well Invictus has come to pass everyone…and HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THAT SHIRT!

The easily distracted Comeau points to a fan wearing a bright yellow sweater at ringside.

Comeau: It’s speaking to me.

Mark slaps a hand down over his face, peeking through his fingers at the article of clothing that is telling him to do naughty things.

Dollar: Well. Mark Comeau is supposed to be out here to interview TPKid…but he looks in little condition to do so….I’ve seen him strung out before, but never like this. The guy is high out of his mind right now.

The horrified Comeau tries to carry on.

Comeau: A lot of big things happened at Invictus….big matches….big moments…big entrances…and big hair….I love hair…it feels so soft….so cuddly….

His fingers run through his own locks, tussling them so.

Comeau: Ooooh so soft….Oh so soft….

Porno Lad: Okay-okay-okay….enough of this….

The Manhattan Center is at last reunited with Porno Lad….but it is not the Porno Lad who parted ways with them just before Invictus. The man standing on the stage no longer wears fuzzy wrist bands or t-shirts featuring corny inspirational slogans. Instead, he’s adorned in a fancy black suit that just screams ‘HEEL.’

Dollar: Oh lord and heaven why? WHY did Porno Lad have to find his way back to the Manhattan Center? Couldn’t someone have taken him out to a country field somewhere and threw him out to live the remainder of his days in the wild?

Wild is precisely how the fans react, getting downright feral at the sight of Porno Lad entering the ring with a drug inhibited Comeau.

Porno Lad: Mark….I’m no prude….or holier than-thou bible thumping type….but I think you seriously need to start dialing it back on the prescription meds. I mean you never know when you might accidentally mix the wrong pills…or how easy it could be for someone to sneak into your knapsack of ‘goodies’ and swap out your caffeine pills for some Bromo-DragonFLY.

Creepy doesn’t even begin to describe his smile. Yes, it’s the type of grin that would give Freddy Krueger the heeby-jeevies.

Porno Lad: Maybe that’s what’s got you acting so Martin Lawrence heat-stroke wacky right now. Whatever the cause of your (he moves his hand up and down while extended towards Comeau)…behavior….It’s painfully obvious you’re in no condition to conduct this interview with TPKid. So why don’t you let me take this?

Comeau puts up no defense, far too mesmerized by the three headed hydra talking to him, to stop Porno Lad from taking the microphone from his palm.

Porno Lad: I’ll handle this interview with my boy, TPKid?

Comeau puts up no defense, now hypnotized by Tina Yothers taking the microphone away from him.

Dollar: Seriously? No….just no. This cannot be happening.

It is.

The very man TPKid fought so valiantly to defeat at Invictus, is now on the cusp of interviewing him in the middle of the ring.

As Mark exits the squared circle, Porno Lad steps to the center of it.

Porno Lad: TPKid, did you honestly think I’d let you have this moment? That I’d let you come out here and smooze with all these backstabbing cunts in recognition of your tainted win at Invictus? It’s not happening. You understand me? You will not come out here and try to embarrass me….You stole my perfect Invictus moment with the help of all your lumberjack cronies, so I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you continue to disgrace me….the man who should have main evented Invictus…

Eyes turn to the stage in anticipation of TPKid’s entrance.

Porno Lad: You stole my precious moment away from me, and now I’m going to steal this moment from YOU!

The tunes provided by DMX finally cuts Porno Lad off in mid-tirade. His teeth gnaw on his tongue and his face goes the same color as the substance he wants to see seep from TPKid’s forehead. The source of so much of his hostility emerges to the stage and a laughing…yes…that’s right…LAUGHING TPKid makes his way down the ramp. Even Miss Juicy is wearing a toothy smile….one far less creepy than the one Porno Lad boasted before his eyes locked on the man who defeated him at Invictus.

Dollar: This might be the tensest situation we’ve ever seen here on Riot. TPKid is still coming out here in spite of the fact that Porno Lad has just ‘hijacked’ this interview.

No hesitation is exhibited by Kid to get in the ring with the very individual he at long last bested in the most historic venue in all of professional wrestling. A fact that digs at Porno Lad like a tick with an embedded head.

TPKid: Hey Son, you look a little heated…..

It didn’t take long for Kid to find a microphone and to put it to use digging even deeper.

TPKid: What’s got you mean-mugging me? You’re loss to me, or the loss of all you’re “fans.”

Quotation fingers clue the crowd into Kid’s cynicism and prompts them to cheer in agreement.

TPkid: Who knew it would take getting the ass kicking of a lifetime from yours truly, to finally open your eyes to the fact that these people haven’t been chanting ‘Mega-Face’…..nah….they’ve been chanting something else…

The microphone is elevated to catch that very chant.

Fans: ASS-HOLE…ASS-HOLE….ASS-HOLE!

Porno Lad is as red as the ripest tomato.

Porno Lad: You turned them against me, you son of a bitch.

TPKid: No, because they never supported you in the first place, Ethan. They saw through your act right from the beginning. I only wish I had. It would have saved me quite a bit of grief….heart-ache and humiliation.

Porno Lad: Humiliation? HUMILIATION!?! You want to know humiliation? Humiliation is losing to someone like you at Invictus. A former World Heavyweight Champion being beaten by someone who couldn’t even hold up his end as a tag team champion.

TPKid: But that’s what happened, wasn’t it, Ethan? I BEAT YOU!

The skin on Lad’s face no longer changes colors, instead it twitches and it squirms.

TPKid: The ‘skidmark’ put down the Mega-Face. Nah-nah….I didn’t just beat you….I kicked your punk-ass from one end of Madison Square Garden all the way to the other…And the fans, they ate up every single moment of it.

Steam is on the verge of shooting out of every single orifice on Porno Lad’s body, so you wouldn’t want to stand downwind of him at the moment.

TPKid: As much as you want to bitch and moan about it, facts are facts. I won…and now…we’re through Porno Lad. I’m moving onto bigger and better things…title matches, main events…all the perks that come with an Invictus victory. And you, you’re gonna do nothing more than hang with your circle of whores and go down in history as the man who got his bitch-ass served at Invictus. And there’s no refuting that….there’s no saying otherwise. Because the record book is always going to show that I am better than you.

Porno Lad: YAAAAAAH!

An enraged Porno Lad loses all semblance of sanity, throwing a wild right hand at TPKid’s face only for him to duck. However, the punch still connects, only it’s not with TPKid’s face, it’s with Miss Juicy’s. The building collectively gasps at the sight of two teeth flying out of Miss Juicy’s mouth thanks to Porno Lad’s extremely powerful punch.

Dollar: Oh my God…OH MY GOD…oh my God-oh my God-oh my God!

Miss Juicy hits the canvas with two shocked individuals standing above her. Porno Lad is surprised by what he just did and TPKid is stunned to find a collection of Miss Juicy’s teeth lying at his feet…Feet he uses to carry him towards the Mega-Fac….Mega-HEEL.

Porno Lad dives out of the ring a mere fraction of a second before TPKid could knock out a few teeth of his own.

Dollar: This was….this was absolutely sick-en-ING! Porno Lad just punched Miss Juicy square in the mouth and it looks like, have mercy, he knocked out her teeth.

Of all the dastardly actions committed by Porno Lad, this has got to rank amongst his top five. And worse yet, it is a despicable act that goes unpunished, because Lad manages to do what he’s best at….RUN. He backs up the ramp, shaking his swollen knuckles out to his side while TPKid checks on Miss Juicy, staring at her swollen lips.

Porno Lad: No one humiliates me, Nate…NO ONE!

These words are only spoken once Porno Lad has put a significant amount of separation between himself and Kid. His former tag team partner crouches beside Miss Juicy, wanting so badly to give chase to the Original Prankster, but refusing to leave his girl behind, not when she’s spitting out blood and teeth.

Dollar: This issue between Porno Lad and TPKid has gone BEYOND personal.

Susie: Someone HELP! Someone PLEASE!!

Though they are exhausted from their previous encounter, Jacob Laymon and Jessica Wilde manage to maintain their grip on Susie Moore’s wrists. In spite of her best efforts to break free, there is no escaping the clutches of Pestilence….And she wouldn’t get very far even if she did….considering that Executioner brings up the rear, cutting off any avenue of escape.

Desmond Drake: Ahhhh….Miss Moore….

Drake emerges from behind one of the cement pillars of the enclosed parking lot, and approaches the jet-black limo that Susie is being dragged towards.

Drake: Ba’al has been waiting for you.

The diminutive co-owner of the IWC opens the door so that Susie may enter…..

Susie: No…please….Please Cabbage Patch Doll, don’t do this to me.

Drake: Put her inside.

Susie: PLEASE!

Desmond slams the car door shut behind Susie the second she’s been thrown inside by Laymon and Wilde.

NOW ON DVD

Cameras catch the Blacklist right in the midst of a huddle. Mika Kozlov, Aaron Harrison and Lukas Montgomery are gathered around Nikolai Kozlov, who sits on a crate in the back sporting a hoodie and guzzling down a bottle of water. On occasion he throws in a bob of his head to let the Blacklist know that he’s following along.

Dollar: Not good….not good…not good at all. The Blacklist chatting it up with their ‘insurance policy’ Nikolai Kozlov….getting him fired up for a potential encounter with Orlando Cruze tonight.

BEFORE THE BREAK

Dollar: And speaking of bad..just before the break we saw even worse.

A face to face encounter is captured between TPKid and Porno Lad right in the center of the ring.

Dollar: Mark Comeau was scheduled to get TPKid’s words regarding his match against Porno Lad at Invictus….but due to an apparent ‘drugging,’ Mark was rendered incapable of conducting the interview and Porno Lad took his place. What followed, was one of the most disturbing sights.

The smiling Miss Juicy and TPKid stand in opposition to Porno Lad, hamming up Nate’s victory at Invictus. The good times stop rolling when Porno Lad’s fist goes flying directly into Miss Juicy’s mouth, shattering her teeth.

Dollar: Porno Lad again conducting himself as one of the most reprehensible individuals in the history of this company. Not only does he drug Comeau, but then he knocks out Miss Juicy’s teeth. Talk about a low down…no good son of a bitch.

The final bits of footage show the rage radiating from Kid, provided no means of retaliation against the retreating Porno Lad.

TPKid: PORNO LAD, YOU MOTHER-FUCKER!

The crowd is equally as riled up as TPKid, who presently paces the ring, squeezing his microphone to the point where it shatters in his palm. His insatiable lust for vengeance is exacerbated by the visual of Miss Juicy being helped to the back by several members of the roster, holding a palm to her busted lip and broken teeth.

TPKid: You should have left well enough alone. You should have walked away. You should have quit while you were still breathing! Because now…now you’ve just gone and royally fucked up, Son.

His nostrils couldn’t be anymore flared.

TPKid: Humiliation is the least of your worries, Mega-Bitch! When I’m through with you, you’ll have a whole new list of concerns, like shitting into a colostomy, pissing through a catheter and breathing through an iron lung. There ain’t gonna be nuthin….NUTHIN left of you by the time I’m through….

ACE
Who’s that smiling man of fame
That’s a sex machine to all the dames?

ACE!

Can you dig it?

Who is the man of style
Who beats down all his rivals

ACE!

Right on!

You see this cat Ace is a bad mother

Shut your mouth!

Two spotlights shine down on the African American woman with giant afros located on opposite sides of the entry way. They are presently singing into standing microphones to the track of Isaac Hayes’ classic Shaft theme.

TPKid is watching this the whole time with an incredibly quizzical expression.

But I’m talking about Ace

Then we can dig it

But he’s a complicated man
And no one understands him but his woman

Ace Marshall!

Another blindingly bright spotlight brings into view the man standing on a stage with a smiley face mask concealing his face. It doesn’t take long for said mask to be removed, revealing his identity.

Ace Marshall…yes…THAT Ace Marshall. The man of renown….the SCW star of stars….the legend of legends….a man of such international superstardom he probably doesn’t even have to pay to supersize his soda. With the mask in the palm of one hand and a microphone griped in the other, the incredibly smug Marshall struts to the stage and lingers there.

Dollar: What…..the…..H? It’s….it’s…..God, my tongue doesn’t even want to say it.

It’s not like Marshall is going to give Johnny Dollar much time to run his mouth anyways. That previously mentioned microphone is raised to the sneer on Ace’s face. Though his sneer can’t even compete with the one on an unstable TPKid’s features.

Ace: Trailer Park Trash…your right….Absolutely RIGHT!

The first words spoken by Marshall on IWC surface are rather surprising.

Ace: Porno Lad, he’s an aggravation….One I know FAR too well….I can agree with you there, but where we differ regards the true root of the problem. See, Porno Lad wouldn’t be an issue if the IWC weren’t around to give him a venue to make trouble. So if you want to blame someome or something for what just happened to that metric ton of hepatitis you run around with, blame the IWC.

The intrigue shown by the crowd, turns to hatred.

Ace: And blame yourself while you’re at it, Trash. Because as a loyal IWC combatant, YOUR part of the problem. In fact, anyone who contributes to this shithole, is part of the problem. Rather it be the ‘wrestlers’ in the ring, the vendors in the back, or you people who pay money for tickets…you’re all part of the problem….you’re all helping this stank place continue to exist…..but Ace, Ace is here to solve the problem….I’m the deodorant that’s going to resolve this industry of the stench that is the IWC.

The microphone falls to the canvas and the only thing that brings a smile to Ace’s face is the grinning mask that he places back over his head. He then backs through the curtains and leaves the crowd wondering what they just saw. TPKid is just as confused, glaring around with a look of absolute puzzlement.

Dollar: I’m with everyone else. What the hell did we just see? What purpose did that just serve?

Excited doesn’t even begin to describe Kathryn Pearson’s current disposition. And obviously she’s got a LOT to be excited about.

Kathryn: Baby…this is going to be MIND-BLOWING!

With X-Class Title flung over shoulder and phone wedged to ear, Kathryn Pearson paces a corridor, looking as if she just ingested about twelve espressos.

Kathryn: Not only are we getting Taylor Chase’s Title Celebration tonight, but I get to announce YOU as my NEW tag team partner, and I get to do it TONIGHT!

Pearson is almost giddy….but said giddiness exuded via her gyrations and her words, is cause for a pause.

Kathryn: Yeah, I had two bowls of cereal for dinner….Why do you ask?

She waits for an answer.

Kathryn: No….it’s not the sugar speaking. I’m just excited. I’m so friggin pumped. Can you blame me? This is a HUGE moment for the BOTH of us. Just imagine the reaction I’m gong to get when I go out there and drop this bombshell.

Pearson continues her conversation and proceeds down the corridor while a figure…nay two figures…nay three figures….peek their heads out of an adjacent corridor. They stare around the corner, their heads in ascending vertical order…heads belonging to Polly Norah, BMW and Kordelia Price.

The Harem share contemplative expressions….a plot clearly forming in their collective minds.

A surge of excitement overcomes the audience at the sight of P Clarence Whitman III binding tape to his wrists in anticipation of his pending clash with Ba’al. He seems surprisingly comfortable to be putting the finishing touches on his attire as he stands exposed in the hallway, just outside the bathroom. The reason for his close proximity to the water closet becomes evident when the door opens and Lois Prince-Whitman exits, wiping saliva from her lips.

Whitman: Feeling better my Love?

Lois: A little…

She confesses, griping at her ailing stomach.

Lois: I just think the idea of you going up against Ba’al tonight has got the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

Whitman: It shall be quite the life-affirming occasion, when I enter that ring and claim my manhood as well as that No Holds Barred Championship.

Lois: Cool, but you do realize that in order to win the belt you’ll probably have to use a lot of weapons and such.

This gives Whitman cause for pause.

Whitman: Hmmm….tis no never-mind to me, Lois. I have after-all, become quite proficient with the swinging of a steel chair.

Lois: That you have, that you have….And you’ve become proficient in a number of other areas as well.

She confesses while molesting his chest with her extended finger.

Simon: WHITMAN!

Clarence almost jumps right out of the attire he just put on in anticipation of his clash with Ba’al. Though he might compete in another clash, an impromptu one against Simon Cagero, who waltzes into the camera’s frame holding a boxed coffee maker under his arm. This isn’t good considering Simon might need his arms free to defend himself.

Whitman: Are you really this dense, Mr. Cagero? How many times must you be told to stay away from me before you get the point?

Simon: Are you still upset with me for screwing your mother to the point where she’ll be wheelchair bound for the rest of her life?

Whitman: Upset doesn’t even begin to describe it, Sir.

Simon: How many times do I have to apologize?

Whitman: No apologies will suffice for the slight you committed against my family and I.

Simon: Not even if I give you guys your wedding present? It’s a Keurig.

The box is extended but swatted out of Simon’s clutches, sent shattering to the floor.

Lois: CLARENCE!

The condemning tone of Lois calms Whitman down….SLIGHTLY.

Lois: You’ll have to forgive him, Simon. He’s not in a good mood, he just found out his parents were divorcing, AND he’s had some run ins with the Sinistry tonight.

Simon: Understandable. Would you like some help regarding the latter of those problems, Percival?

Whitman: No….NO….for the last time…..NO!

Lois does her very best to restrain Whitman.

Whitman: This will be my final warning….Stay away from that ring tonight….Stay away from my match against Ba’al….and stay away from me!

Whitman and Lois walk away, leaving Simon standing over the shattered microwave with a troubled expression on his face.

CASSIDY CAGE VS. MYA DENTON

Keep on trucking…toot…toot….The action rolls along with the intro track for Cassidy Cage bringing out the turncoat. The curtains part and there she is, the very woman who stabbed her Bosslady in the back at Invictus. Now she prepares to put her energies towards something BESIDES betraying her mentor.

Dollar: P. Clarence Whitman III getting fired up for his match against Ba’al later tonight, but instead we’re now seeing Cassidy Cage make her way to the ring. She’s slated to go one on one with the debuting Mya Denton up next here.

Cassidy slides into the ring and soaks in the mixed response from the crowd…..which leans more towards hatred and spite as opposed to any favorable feelings.

Dollar: Cassidy incurring quite a bit of wrath from the fans, resulting from her betrayal of Brittany Lohan at Invictus.

INVICTUS

Still frame scenes extrapolated from the closing moments of the Lohan versus Alana Starr grudge match are shown. Lohan delivers two Yakuza kicks, one taking out Alana and the other dispatching Trinity Street. It seems the Blue Eyed Devil has the win in her clutches before we see a shot of Cassidy Cage standing at ringside, crowbar in hand.

Dollar: It was during Lohan’s match against Starr that we saw Cage come out to first assault Brittany’s sister, Abigail Lindsey, and then we thought she was going to help her precious Boss-Lady, but instead she threw a crowbar into Alana.

The crowbar is tossed to the feet of Starr, who then cracks it over the back of Brittany’s neck in order to pick up the victory.

Dollar: Which led to the victory for the “Good Girl,” Alana Starr.

A smiling Cassidy just LOVES the recap that was shown on the Cartel-tron, seated on the middle rope with her arms dangling over the top cable.

Dollar: Just look at her, she knows what she cost Brittany at Invictus….her final match, and perhaps her biggest match since arriving in the IWC.

Black and Maroon strobe lights come on as “I Don’t Care” by Fall Out Boy cues up. Mya comes skipping out in a pair of jean shorts and a black t-shirt with a skull on it. She gives a fake smile and skips down to the ring before flipping over the top rope and then skips around the ring.

Dollar: I hope Cassidy isn’t totally preoccupied with what happened at Invictus, cause she’s gonna need to maintain focus on this spry young athlete debuting here tonight. Mya Denton, who is a touch ‘unorthodox.’

Mya waves affectionately towards Cassidy, who simply shakes her head and calls for the tie up. Finally the two step forward to lock in a battle of wills via the collar elbow only for Cage to suddenly stop and roll to the exterior of the ring. Before questions can be raised, Cage approaches Thomas Boll and takes the ring announcer’s microphone.

Dollar: What the hell is Cage doing now?

Cassidy: Hey Boss-Lady…..

Cage presumes that Brittany is still watching even though she is no longer with the company.

Cassidy: I’m so-sssooooooo sorry for what I dids at Invictus.

Crocodile tears are summoned.

Cassidy: I can’t believe little ole me cost you the biggest win of your IWC career. I’m just a subordinate after-all….your underling…your protégé….your Gal-Friday…your-your SLAVE!

That last description is spoken with anger.

Cassidy: I should have done everything in my power to protect you….I mean, you did everything you could to keep me safe, by having me run your errands, and do your dirty work. By having me fight your battles for you, against the likes of Alana and Amanda Blayze. According to you, my only reason for existing was to cater to your every delusional whim….So I shouldn’t have been at ringside in the first place, since you ORDERED me to stay out of your business….Since I’m not allowed to make decisions on my own, or have my own mind….

Cassidy climbs up onto the apron.

Cassidy: So again, I’m sorry Boss-Lady.

The microphone is placed on the steps and she then enters the ring just as Mya rushes across it and connects with a head scissors take-down.

Dollar: Cassidy so busy flapping her gums that it just cost her against Denton.

Cage rolls across the canvas to her feet and then scrambles across them towards Mya, who puts her opponent right back down via a spinning heel kick. Her heel nails Cassidy to the face and knocks her to the canvas, but again Cage is surging back to an upright base. She then gets up just as Denton drops her a third time via a dropkick to the sternum.

The blow knocks Cassidy to the canvas before she rolls over backwards and instead of lunging to her feet, she slides to the outside of the ring. Though it seems Cage is going for a breather, she instead exhausts herself via talking. The mic is back in her clutches and she’s right back to where she left off with her monologue.

Cassidy: But now that I think about it….oh sorry, forgot Boss-Lady, I’m not supposed to think, I’m just supposed to mindlessly follow your orders…..Anyway, now that I reminisce about our relationship, I see our relationship for what it truly was. You were using me, and all you were going to do was continue to use me. You were never going to treat me like an equal, even though my skills have surpassed your own. Let me show you.

The microphone is placed on the apron and Cage climbs the steps and slides into the ring. She just stands up when Mya comes rushing in and delivers a lariat to the throat, one that sends Cage crashing to the canvas. A stunned Cage rolls along to her feet and then eats a back elbow, putting her to her back once again. Mya rushes backwards into the ropes, ricochets off and then flips forward into the senton only to go crashing into Cage’s raised knees.

Dollar: Cassidy FINALLY putting her focus into the match and not into rubbing salt in Brittany Lohan’s wounds.

A stunned Mya sits up, reaching for her spine while Cassidy rushes into the ropes in front of her, ricochets off then throws all her body weight into a forward flipping cannonball. She doesn’t just crash into Mya’s chest upside down, but she hooks both of Denton’s legs in the process, landing into a jackknife cover.

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A kick out saves Denton from a potential loss in her big IWC debut. Immediately after Mya has gotten her arm off the canvas, Cassidy takes hold of that very limb. She pulls on it and drags Denton over to her knees before subjecting her to a big kick straight to the forehead. The shot has Mya popping up to her knees, bobbing from side to side while Cassidy rushes into the ropes behind her, bounces off and dives with both knees into Denton’s back.

The moment that Mya crashes down to her face, Cassidy ascends to her feet. She eagerly approaches the ropes, reaches through them and grabs the microphone off the apron.

Cassidy: Think about it, Lohan….really look back and DWELL on our history. You would have to be blind not to see how poorly you treated me. How you took me for granted. I was willing to do anything for you, Boss-Lady, but whenever the time came for you to return the favor, you left me high and dry. Alana held a friggin knife to my throat and you did absolutely nothing about it…You didn’t even come to my rescue. Instead you hid in the crowd and waited to jump her later that night….That’s not how a friendship works, Boss-Lady.

The microphone is lowered back to the apron and Cassidy returns her focus to Denton just in time to be caught with a school girl. However, Cage twists around instead of being rolled up and drops with both knees on top of Mya’s chest. But she isn’t going for a pin, instead she’s unleashing right hand after right hand directly to Denton’s forehead.

Dollar: I don’t think there’s a single screw in Cassidy’s head that is fastened tight.

The punches continue to connect while Cassidy screams along with each blatant closed fist.

Cassidy: BRITTANY, ABIGAIL, ALANA, AMANDA!

She’s so preoccupied with inflicting punishment on Mya, that she doesn’t even realize that Denton is launching her legs into the air, wrapping them around Cage’s shoulders. Denton sits up and pulls Cage down into a sunset flip style pin.

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Dollar: Denton may have caught Cage!

Cassidy manages to defy Dollar’s expectations, rolling over backwards out of the pin. However, Mya seems to be building some crucial momentum, rushing to her feet and charging right into a discus lariat delivered by Cassidy that puts Denton down to her back.

Dollar: Noooo…Denton shut right back down with that brutal clothesline.

After laying out Denton, Cassidy picks up the microphone.

Cassidy: Don’t even get me started on Abigail Lindsey. Boss-Lady, you know damn well what she did to me. How she betrayed me. How she abandoned me. Yet you continued to hang out with her, to be close with her, right in front of my eyes, right under my nose. How-how-HOW could you just flaunt your relationship with my former love? If you truly valued my friendship, you should have thrown Abigail aside in favor of me….

Cassidy turns towards Mya, who is still feeling the effects of that particularly nasty clothesline.

Cassidy: But maybe I’m just a little too close to the situation to look at it objectively. Let’s get an outsider’s perspective. Let’s find out what Mya here thinks.

Cassidy drops down beside Denton and grabs her by the bangs, holding up on her head.

Cassidy: Mya, do you think I was justified in what I did to Brittany? That it was right for me to betray my Boss-Lady after all the disrespect she showed me? Or do you think I should legitimately be sorry? Hmmm….

The microphone is held out to Mya, who is unresponsive.

Cassidy: Come on Mya, unlike Brittany, I value the opinions of others.

The microphone is held out to Mya, who does respond.

Mya: I think your ugly face is about to make me puke, and that Brittany should have broken it AGES ago.

Cassidy’s eyes light up.

Cassidy: Well….I guess we’re all entitled to our own opinion.

Mya would weigh in further, but instead she does her talking via action. She reaches up and catches Cassidy around the neck, applying a quick front chancery while wrapping her legs about Cage’s waist, establishing a body vice as well.

As the air is deprived to Cassidy’s head and the squeeze on Cage’s lungs threaten to burst them, Mya manages to reach down and grab the microphone.

Mya: Do you like it, Cass? You’re a glutton for punishment aren’t ya? If you put up with this Boss-Lady you keep rambling about for so long, you must really love misery.

Apparently Cassidy is not quite the sadomasochist Mya believes her to be, throwing right hands into Mya’s ribs in an attempt to break the hold. She eventually uses her strength to stand up and heave Mya into the air while she is still holding onto both submissions and shouting into the microphone at the same time.

Mya: The only thing anyone cares about is my debut…not your stupid little lover’s quarrel with your Boss-Lady.

The words seem to inspire Cage, who rushes across the ring and drives Mya’s spine directly into the turnbuckle, causing her to break the front chancery and the body vice. The microphone spills to the canvas and Cage quickly snatches it up while backing to the center of the ring.

Cassidy: You’re right, nobody cares about Boss-Lady, she’s gone from the IWC and she’ll never again return knowing what I have in store for her. The same thing I’m about to unleash on you. It’s time to move on.

Cassidy comes charging in and dives at Denton with a spear only to have Mya lunge into the air and avoid her. Cage’s face slams into the second turnbuckle pad and Mya lands on her back before pulling her down into the crucifix roll-up.

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The crowd pops, realizing that Mya may have her, only for that thought to be nulled, and for Denton’s ambitions to be crushed. Cassidy gets a shoulder up, dropping over to her knees.

Dollar: Denton ALMOST had Cassidy! She was a fraction of a second away from winning her debut with the company.

Both athletes quickly rush to their feet but Mya is about to be taken off of her own when Cassidy comes twisting towards her into the discus lariat. A move that threatens to decapitate Mya, but instead slices the air, missing its target entirely. Denton wouldn’t be caught with the same snare twice, ducking the bicep, catching Cage around the jaw and dropping into a reverse neck-breaker.

Cassidy sits up and clutches her skull while Mya is charging into the ropes in front of her. She bounces off and throws all her weight into a crossbody on the seated Cage, driving her down into the canvas.

Dollar: Just more of that unorthodox nature being shown by Mya.

Denton hurries along to her feet, looking to capitalize on her momentum. At the same Cassidy is racing to an upright base. She stands up when Mya boots her to the ribs and takes her around the neck, spinning her around into position for another reverse neck-breaker. Just then Cassidy spins around, wedging her hands to Denton’s spine and shoving her forward into the turnbuckle.

Mya crashes chest first into the corner, staggering back into the waiting arms of her opponent. Cage rushes at her opponent’s backside, about to take advantage of the wear and tear only to have Mya catch her around the neck. She then races up the turnbuckle to the top rope and pushes off into a sliced bread number 2.

Dollar: Mya connects with the Sliced Bread…This is her big debut win…right Magic Eight Ball?

Magic 8 Ball: Reply Hazy, Ask Again Later.

Dollar: Alright, I’m through with you.

Somehow, in spite of her rattled brain, Cassidy manages to crawl into the corner, leaning forehead first against the middle turnbuckle. A fired up Mya skips around the ring at this point tussling her hair and smiling diabolically towards the crowd. The crazed Denton finally wraps her hands around Cassidy’s neck, dragging her out of the corner only to find a microphone being SLAMMED directly into Denton’s face.

The very mic that Cage has been using to drag Lohan’s name through the muck and mire, produces a different tune….that of static and the thud off of Mya’s head.

Dollar: Microphone bouncing from Mya’s skull…time for the obligatory disqualification!

The fans burst into a wave of hysterics resulting from Cassidy’s method of escaping Denton’s wrath, with the bell ringing in the arena, and in Mya’s head. Denton holds her wounded skull while Cassidy continues to hold the very microphone that inflicted these wounds.

Cassidy: Sorry Mya, you picked a bad time to make your debut.

A huffing and puffing Cage still manages to produce speech between her heavy breaths.

Cassidy: And an even worse opponent to try and make your debut against. Because I’m through being used by others.

The surprisingly docile Cage stoops towards Mya.

Cassidy: The Lohans…they used me for so long. They played off my feelings….off my love…..They used it against me….to keep me under their thumbs. But now I’m free, I’ve broken out of that abusive relationship, meaning I will NEVER again be controlled by another, not you, and not any member of the Lohan family. I’m through suffering abuse at their hands. I’m through with the Lohans peri…

But it doesn’t seem that the Lohans are through with Cassidy Cage, evident by the arrival of Abigail Lindsey. She stands on the stage with Maxine Moore directly behind her, the two staring a hole into Cassidy. The arrival of Lindsey immediately silences Cage, who drops the microphone all together. Why? To free her hands for more destructive purposes.

Dollar: Oooooh boy. Here we go. Abigail Lindsey, Cassidy Cage, same place, same time…which equals all types of bad.

Tensions mount as Cassidy stares down the sister of the very woman she screwed over at Invictus. It appears that the one on one bout between Cage and Lindsey resolved nothing. Cassidy crouches and cracks her knuckles out to her sides, ready for round two. Although she’s winded from a confrontation with Mya, the arrival of Lindsey has Cassidy inspired for yet another fight.

Dollar: Just look at the intensity on Cassidy’s face.

What’s even more intense? The gleam in Abigail’s eyes. Yes, the typical upbeat disposition has been replaced with raw aggressive emotion seeping from every of Lindsey’s pours. Maxine looks ALMOST as intense, but can’t measure up to Abigail’s level of hostility.

Hostility that compels Abigail towards the ring, looking for some vengeance on behalf of her sister.

Dollar: Here comes Lindsey. We might get an impromptu Invictus rematch.

The excitement is off the charts as the crowd anticipates just that, another confrontation between Lindsey and Cage that picks up where the two left off at Invictus.

Suspense and hype builds as Abigail methodically approaches the ring, every muscle tensed in anticipation of getting her hands around Cassidy’s throat.

And Cassidy is ready for a potential strangulation as well as so much more. But Abigail brings more than even Cassidy could anticipation, sliding into the ring then finally colliding with Cage in the middle of it.

Dollar: HERE WE GO!

Almost instantly Abigail takes Cassidy down to the canvas via a double inside leg trip. Cage collapses to her back and Lindsey is right on top of her, throwing forearm after forearm to her face.

Fans: YAAAAH.

Cassidy suddenly switches positions, ending up on top of Abigail and connecting with her own forearms.

Fans: BOOOO!

The brawl continues with Maxine standing at ringside to ward off anyone who might interfere, be it security or whatever other force would be stupid enough to get in the way.

Dollar: Abigail getting revenge for her sister…and Cage out to avail herself of the Lohans forever.

The two roll around on the canvas unleashing all their pint up furies upon one another amidst a rousing roar of approval from the sold out Manhattan Center crowd. Fans are excitedly leaping about as kicks, slaps, forearms and knees are delivered, every limb employed to inflict damage

At last security does intervene, a battalion of guards flooding the ring to pull these two off of one another.

Dollar: Finally Security shows up….Where the hell have these guys been lately?

The yellow shirted officials barrel down the ramp only for two of them to be subjected to lariats from Maxine.

Another finds their chin crushed by a big boot from Moore. Yet in spite of Maxine’s offensive barrage on the army of security guards, several are able to slip past her and into the ring. They surround Abigail and Cassidy, exhaustively trying to pry the two apart.

Dollar: Security finally getting involved, but can they quell the passions of these heated adversaries? I think not.

In spite of Maxine’s attempts to keep security from doing their job, there is just too many of them to hold back on her own. They manage to subdue her, and attempt to do the same to the brawling ladies in the ring….but it seems to be a task better handled by the National Guard.

Kyle: Where the hell is it? This is like trying to find a straight guy in the crowd at a Katie Perry concert.

Gavin: Just keep looking.

The door leading to Silverstone Inc’s dressing room can be seen, and the words exchanged between Taylor and Black can be heard beyond it. The lock has finally been picked and now Chase Global is inside, where there is nothing standing between them and the Evolution Title belt.

Kyle: I found it…I FOUND IT!

Gavin: Awesome…quick, fork it over and let’s get out of here.

Kyle: Hold on….

Gavin: What now?

Kyle: I’m gonna take a poop in Andre’s gym-bag?

Gavin: Whhhhyyy?

Kyle: Why not?

Andre: So have you seen Robert?

Tabitha Silverstone and Andre Jordan are making their way back towards their locker-room at long last.

Silverstone: No time, Andre, been too preoccupied with you.

Andre: Yeah, guess that meeting with the Nike reps went a little longer than we anticipated.

Silverstone: It’s to be expected. At the very least we got everything squared away, and I must say it was nice for them to meet us here.

Andre: True…and now that we’ve got that taken care of, how about that other deal you arranged without my consultation?

Tabitha: Honestly Andre, you’re gonna love it….

Andre: You really need to talk to me about these things though…

Tabitha: Hold on.

Andre: What?

The half opened door leading to their locker-room is finally acknowledged.

Tabitha: I thought…I thought I locked that door.

Andre: Maybe you just thought you did.

Tabitha: No…I’m for certain I locked it.

Andre: How can you be so sure? You’ve had so much on your plate tonight….

This question is cut off the moment Andre spots the hooded Kyle Black exiting.

Andre: Da hell is this?

Kyle almost leaps out of his skin, his shades falling off his nose.

Kyle: Oh crap-oh crap-oh crap….GAVIN!

Before the warning can continue, Andre rushes across the hall and grabs Kyle about his windpipe, silencing him. Just then the door behind Jordan opens and Taylor rushes into the hall, smacking the Evolution title off of Jordan’s skull.

Tabitha: What the hell are the two of you doing? SECURITY!!

Jordan holds his aching skull while Gavin stoops over him, letting the title dangle from his clutches.

Gavin: If the corrupt officials around here won’t do what’s right, and YOU won’t do what’s right, then it’s up to me to be the sole source of reason. THIS title is MINE…and I’m taking it back right friggin now!

Grand larceny has just been committed by the fleeing Taylor and Black…Though assault is the more serious offence, especially considering that Andre, bell now rung by the shot to the skull, is expected to compete against Chase Global in a matter of moments. Tabitha knows this all too well, hence the distress in her eyes as she stoops down beside her addled client.

INVICTUS

Susie: This is cray-cray!

The description is more than accurate.

Still photographs show Ba’al corkscrewing over the top rope onto a pile of bodies down below.

Dollar: So much on the line here tonight at our biggest show.

The big dive made by Jackson Adams to the outside of the ring is caught in freeze frame, as he attempts to splash Aerik Walker stretched across a table.

Dollar: We’re seeing everyone put their all into capturing immortality.

A beautiful image of Abigail Lindsey flipping through the air into the Serenity Now.

Susie: Nothing makes a bigger statement than a win at Invictus.

Another shot, and another dive, this one featuring Romeo performing a standing back flip over the top rope onto his opponents in the four way.

Dollar: Everyone bringing their best on this auspicious night.

Alana Starr’s crossbody from the middle rope unto Brittany Lohan with her back wedged to a barricade is captured, taking both ladies into the crowd.

The excitement exuded by Kathryn Pearson is infectious, hence why the fans are going bananas at the sight of her. They are even more thrilled at the prospect that Pearson is going to be entering the ring shortly, a fact she brags about to the individual on the other end of her phone.

Kathryn: Listen, I don’t care how cute Channing Tatum is looking in his underwear….stop drooling and change the channel, cause you’re not going to want to miss a moment of this, Babe. I’m like inches from the entry way as we speak, and in seconds, I’ll be right there in the middle of the ring to announce YOU as my partner at Extreme Fury.

Kordy: Kordy don’t play that.

Pearson stops dead in her tracks when Kordelia Price steps up in front of her, holding a led pipe.

Kathryn: I’ll call you back.

The phone is hung up so that Pearson can use her hands for something more important, defending herself.

Kathryn: Kordy-Kordy-Kordy….you don’t want to do this.

Kordy: Me? Don’t you mean, WE?

Pearson can feel the hot breath of Polly Norah on the nape of her neck. From the corner of her eye she catches a glimpse of BMW and the shimmering chain wrapped around her knuckles.

Kordy: Kordy didn’t come alone you tattooed bimbo.

The Harem closes in around Pearson, yet she will show no fear.

Fans: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!!

Security WOULD do that, but they have their marching orders tonight, and it’s to keep Abigail and Cassidy from murdering each other. Maxine is pinned against a barricade by several guards, while a number of others have finally pulled Cassidy and Abigail into opposing corners. They struggle for all their worth, but neither lady can burst from the constraining hands of the guards.

Dollar: Security STILL fighting to keep these ladies under control and establish some semblance of order tonight.

Naturally, neither Abigail NOR Cassidy are making this easy. Somehow Cage manages to break free, rush across the ring and dive unto Abigail. Fists are flung between both ladies as they spill into the turnbuckle.

Dollar: They just can’t keep these two off of one another.

It takes some doing, but security at last breaks Abigail and Cassidy off of one another, forcing them into opposing corners. This separation doesn’t last very long, because Abigail now manages to squirm out of the clutches of the guards, rush across the ring and drive her shoulder into Cassidy’s ribs, knocking her into the ropes. The two are unleashing everything…all of their rage upon one another…Rage only ceased by the intrusion of security. It takes all of their energies to pry the two apart, forcing Abi back and Cassidy out of the ring.

Dollar: Security finally getting these two under control…for all of about ten seconds at least.

Cassidy thrashes around, trying to get back into the ring where she can inflict further punishment on the Lohans who have ‘victimized’ her for so long. Lindsey would love for her to TRY, shouting at her to bring all that rage into the ring so the two can finally resolve this. That becomes an impossibility though, thanks to another intrusion….not provided by security this time.

Said intrusive force is Mya Denton, who refuses to become a mere afterthought. Though she had operated with some discretion throughout this whole brawl, flying under the radar at ringside, she prepares for a flight that WILL be recognized and leave a lasting impression.

Cassidy and the security binding her at ringside, look up just in time to spot Mya flying off the top of a turnbuckle and crashing into the very woman who struck her with the microphone. A big crossbody transforms Mya into a bowling ball, knocking down Cassidy and the battalion of security like they were bowling pins.

Dollar: DENTON! Mya Denton….Revenge for Cassidy striking her with that microphone!

The Manhattan Center has come unglued as Mya twists down to the ramp and off the list of victims subjected to the crossbody. But one of these victims, Cassidy, won’t stay down amongst the pile for very long. She scrambles to her feet and away from security, turning her wrath from Abi to the woman who refused to go unnoticed. Mya and Cage now begin to exchange shots as they go twisting to the backstage.

Dollar: I suddenly see why security has just stopped interfering in this violence, they’re absolutely useless. No force on earth can keep these ladies off of one another.

Even Abigail has managed to shed the palms of the guards who were getting far too touchy feely with her. As they continue to surround her, she warns them about a potential sexual harassment lawsuit should their hands get any closer to her private regions.

Alana: Take your hands off of her.

The request is made by Alana Starr, the ‘Good Girl’ stepping to the stage alongside Lucas Knight, the number one contender. The two of them clutch microphones and wear condescending expressions on their faces.

Dollar: And now Chase Global is out here…why…..who knows…and who cares at this point?

Alana: And then get your bubble butt backsides out of the ring….As Abigail and I, we’ve got a little unfinished business to attend to.

Security begins to disperse, realizing that Alana and Abigail are scheduled to be part of a tag team confrontation tonight.

Knight: Abi, dear….I hope you realize that what’s about to happen to you, is a product of your own design.

Abigail scowls at Lucas, but imagines doing far worse to him.

Knight: If you hadn’t been such a spoiled egg and shattered a glass over Alana’s head, we all could have coexisted peacefully. But you showed your true colors in that restaurant all those weeks ago.

Alana: Yeah, you demonstrated that you are NOT a good person….That your just like your sister, Brittany, an evil little whore.

Knight: We could almost forgive you for assaulting Alana with the glass, but when you TRIED to interfere in her match at Invictus…well Abi, that just crossed the line.

Alana: And there’s no going back now. You’ve brought the wrath of the good people down on your evil bleached blond head.

Knight: I guess you can bring a referee on out here and we can get this tag team match underway.

Alana: We’ll at last put Lohan and everyone associated with her behind us…And then we can devote our focus towards that BIG celebration planned for tonight.

Knight: Yes, we wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Knight and Alana start towards the ring.

Dollar: I guess that tag team grudge match we were scheduled to see later tonight is happening right now. And did Lucas and Alana just insinuate that they’re going to be part of Taylor Chase’s Title celebration tonight?

Lindsey pivots between feet and prepares for a potential handicap confrontation, seeing as she’s presently surrounded by both members of Chase Global with no back-up in sight.

Dollar: Abigail Lindsey unto an island by herself, with no Andre Jordan here to back her up after an assault from Gavin Taylor backstage. Are we going to see Lindsey versus Chase Global all by lonesome?

Security is apparently needed all over the building tonight.

Kathryn Pearson’s back hits a brick wall, being held against it by the steel bar wedged to her throat. All of Polly’s power is summoned to keep Pearson wedged in place, her grip tightening on the steel that strangles the X-Class Champion. BMW holds Kathryn’s hands in place, forcing them back against the wall.

Kordy: Kordy could have Polly crush your scrawny little chicken neck, Kat…

In leans Kordelia, putting her elbow to the very wall that Kathryn is being forced against.

Kordy: But Kordy won’t do that…not to someone so pretty…

She pats Pearson on the top of her head, and even with Kathryn’s throat being squished by the steel bar the X-Class Champion still manages to defiantly pull away from the condescending pat.

Kordy: Kordy just want to warn you, Kat, that’s all….

Kathryn: Your messing with the wrong person….

Further pressure is exerted on Kathryn’s throat, silencing her.

Kordy: Kordy is speaking now, so you be quiet and listen….mmmmkay?

Kathryn has no choice at this point, suffocated by the constriction of her esophagus.

Kordy: Kat needs to know that the Harem doesn’t like surprises, especially when it effects OUR Tag Team Titles….and OUR standing with the master, Porno Lad.

She swoons at the mere mention of Porno Lad’s name.

Kordy: Soooo…no secret tag team partners, mmmkay?

Kathryn: Kiss my….

Kordy: Hey now, careful saying that around Polly, she just might do it, with her total lesbo crushes and all.

God how Polly would like to speak up, but can’t do so given her forced vow of silence.

Kordy: Actually, how about you go ahead and give Kat a little love tap Polly?

The orders are followed to the letter. A giant knee launches directly into Pearson’s ribs, deflating her lungs of oxygen and potentially shattering a rib or two. The strike has her doubled over, clutching at her mid-section.

Kordy: You’ve been warned, Kat. You and your little buddy…

The phone Pearson was talking on is lifted from the ground.

Kordy: Would be better off staying out of the Harem’s business….got it? Goody!

A hip is swung into the cheek of Pearson, knocking her to the floor. Kordy delivers a pelvic thrust that puts the X-Class Champion on her back.

Kordy: Ciao, Kat!

Kordy tosses the phone down on top of Pearson’s chest as she TRIES to collect herself.

The punisher of the means, Robert, presently flips through the pages of the Mnooseville Charter, checking many of the laws and the bi-laws contained within. He seems to be thoroughly enthralled as he reads the very words he’s already examined a thousand times before. And the only force that can compel him to turn away from his ‘bible’ is…

Jaina Frost: Mr. Robert…can I trouble you for a moment?

Robert’s eyes tear away from the text to take into view one of the greatest of means, Ba’al’s equally as twisted sister.

Robert: How dare you disgrace my name by uttering it you self-righteous philistine.

Jaina: I apologize for interrupting your reading.

Robert: Tis not all you shall be sorry for…

He snaps his fingers and at once one of the cloaked mnooses enters the frame and takes the Mnooseville Charter.

Robert: Hurry this along to Robert’s private dressing quarters and protect it as if it were your parsley patch.

The silent figure nods and hurries down the corridor.

Robert: Now as for you….

Turning back to Jaina.

Robert: Pick your words wisely, for they may be your last.

Jaina: I bring you tidings from my beloved brother, Ba’al.

Robert: What devilry do you speak?

Jaina: He merely wanted to wish you luck regarding your impending clash with Legion on NewAge.

Robert: Do not attempt to manipulate Robert, you vile castrating woman.

Jaina: Bitte beruhigen Sie eigene.

Jaina’s hands elevate and employ a defensive posture.

Jaina: Believe it or not,you and Ba’al, the two of you share a common goal.The punishment of the means….

Robert: Lord of Flies and Robert, share no similiarities.

Jaina: You know that’s not the truth, Robert. You are far more alike than you care to believe. For Ba’al, he wants to persecute the sinful….and who is more sinful than the very means that shattered the realm of your precious Mnooseville?

Robert now listens, in spite of his reservations.

Jaina: And the worse mean of them all…the greatest defiler of the Mnooses….Legion.

Robert: What does Legion have to do with any of this?

Jaina: He is an evil, benevolant force, Robert, you know this to be true. It’s his negative influence that has distorted and destroyed your precious world inhabited by your prized Mnooses. Something must be done….and you have the power to see it done on NewAge.

Her peace has been said, and Jaina parts ways with the blubbery brute. This information gives him quite a bit to dwell upon.

ANDRE JORDAN & ABIGAIL LINDSEY VS. LUCAS KNIGHT & ALANA STARR

We come back just in time to catch Abigail Lindsey running at the ropes and sending Lucas scurrying from the apron. Alana tries to enter the ring behind her, but Abigail turns and cuts her off. She sends Starr sliding from the squared circle, dropping to the mats and convening with her precious Knight.

Dollar: Lucas Knight and Alana Starr just toying with Abi….We’re back ladies and gents, just in time to catch Abigail in a very tenuous situation. She’s fighting an uphill battle against two opponents, with no relief in sight. Her partner, Andre still suffering from that shot with the Evolution Title belt. So it looks like she’s going alone.

The tension is as thick as Kristie Alley’s waist. And the only way to relieve said tension? Through good ole fashion fisticuffs.

After a brief strategy session at ringside, Knight and Starr break their huddle and approach the ring, climbing up onto the aprons. Abigail continues to turn from side to side, knuckles tightly wound in anticipation of connecting with anybody who dare to enter. With Maxine removed from ringside by security, Abigail is truly left to her own devices.

Starr and Knight look to take advantage of this, scaling the aprons and tentatively throwing their legs through the ropes. They are both about to enter and overwhelm Abigail before…..”We Own It” plays over the PA system and inspires a pop….a pop that threatens to empty bowls.

Dollar: What in the…? Andre Jordan?

The crowd parts and Jordan makes his way through them, still holding the back of his neck and the hematoma that has formed on his skull. Words of warning are provided by Tabitha Silverstone, trying and failing to rationalize with her client.

Dollar: Yep, there he be…Andre Jordan…who obviously doesn’t realize just how stupid he’s being right now in coming out here. This is dumber than the bees scene in Wicker Man.

In spite of being cracked in the head with his own title belt, Andre still manages to leap the barricade and thoroughly disrupt the plans of Chase Global.

Both Knight and Starr drop to the mats and immediately begin to mutter every single curse word known to man….and then some. Abigail was ready to battle these two on her own, but is understandably relieved to have some back up. She smiles towards Dre as he comes sliding into the ring, leaping to his feet and still looking spry in spite of recent ailments.

Dre isn’t the only one sliding in at this point, so is official Fitzpatrick, who calls for the bell to commence this tag match, even though Chase Global obviously isn’t ready. Their gameplan has been radically redesigned in light of recent events.

Dollar: Poor Chase Global, they THOUGHT they had Abigail all to themselves, but Andre just threw a MAJOR monkey wrench into their plans. And speaking of monkeys, can Susie Moore PLEASE be replaced by one? Preferablly a monkey smoking a cigar that has the occasisonal wise crack? I need SOMETHING out here because this blasted Magic 8 Ball just ain’t cuttin’ the mustard.

At last Starr and Knight get over this recent disruption to their plot and begin to climb up onto the apron. Although he took a nasty bump on the noggin, Andre STILL wants to start this bout on behalf of his team. But he might regret that decision when he turns to find himself staring across the ring at Alana…

Dollar: Some psychological warfare by Chase Global….Alana Starr, Andre’s former ‘friend,’ giving Jordan pause for the moment at least.

For the first time, Andre doesn’t want to get physical with Alana…*wink, wink.*

The bell chimes nevertheless and Alana immediately starts to pepper Jordan, not with blows, but with insults.

Alana: Come on THUG….Time for you to finally prove that you can….

She looks down at his ‘lower extremities.’

Alana: Measure up.

Dre’s face begins to twitch with hostility.

Alana: What’s wrong, Dre? Ooooh, I know what this is….performance anxiety.

She turns her head to a laughing Lucas in the corner.

Alana: He’s had problems with that in the past.

Just as her eyes turn back towards Jordan, she finds herself glaring at a totally different target. Abigail has tagged Andre and is taking retribution on his behalf. She barrels across the ring and drives her shoulder directly into a stunned Alana with a spear.

Alana collapses to the canvas with Abigail landing beside her and then applying a quick side headlock. Several big punches are delivered directly to Starr’s forehead as she unleashes rapid fire punches.

Dollar: Abigail working off her aggressions from her brawl with Cassidy, and taking it out on Starr.

Aggression takes the form of fist after fist delivered right into Alana’s forehead, creating some blemishes Starr will no doubt need extensive makeup to cover up. She avails herself of this potential disfigurement, shoving the fists from her face and rolling away from Lindsey.

Abi is not only out to avenge the slights Starr has committed against her but against Brittany AND Andre. So yeah, she’s fighting for a lot of people…hence why she’s ramming her shoulder into the ribs of Alana and powering her into the turnbuckle. Starr crashes into it and her limbs lose dexterity, giving her no defense from the boot wedged to her throat. Lindsey holds the top cable and wedges her shoe under Alana’s throat, strangling her.

Starr’s own feet are kicking beneath her as the air is deprived to her brain.

Dollar: Abigail is so aggressive. It’s like someone hit her with a dose of gamma radiation. I wonder what Lindsey would like with a Lou Ferrigno physique.

The boot retracts from Alana’s throat and the knee comes crashing into her ribs. Starr doubles over before being stood up straight by Abigail, who unloads with a knife edge chop across the sternum. Abigail then takes the Good Girl by the back of her head and rushes out of the corner, delivering a one handed bulldog that slams her face into the canvas.

A stunned Starr flips to her back and Abigail leaps to her feet, ready to inflict further damage. But instead she finds HERSELF on the receiving end of brutality. A lariat nails Abi to the throat, and it equals all types of devastating, a lariat delivered by Knight.

Dollar: Come on Lucas, COME ON!

Referee Fitzpatrick is about to jump all over Lucas, but instead Knight is jumping over the ropes and to the apron. He then grabs the tag rope, holding it up and pointing at it, implying that he’s following the rules. The official still gives him a verbal slap on the wrist, though Abigail is about to suffer worse than a simple slap.

Alana gets back to her feet, takes off into the ropes, ricochets off and delivers a leg drop across her opponent’s throat. She then scrambles to her feet, bounces off the cables and delivers a second leg drop, then proceeds to connect with a third. Abigail finds it harder and harder to breath thanks to these repeated leg drops, and has an even more difficult time drawing oxygen into her lungs when Alana puts her knee to Lindsey’s throat.

She keeps it wedged there for several moments while the official is still jaw jacking with Lucas, who intentionally distracts the referee with nonsensical topics.

Knight: I’m telling you….the ending to How I Met Your Mother was a complete let-down.

Fitzpatrick: I thought it was wonderfully sentimental.

This pop culture conversation ends when Fitzpatrick spots the blatant cheating performed by the good person. When she’s spotted, and shouted at, Alana removes her knee and takes Abigail by the hand, shaking it as a FORCED display of respect. That’s not the only thing FORCED, so is her toothy smile flashed at the official.

Dollar: Oh please. No one is buying your act Alana.

After pretending to follow the rules, Alana grabs Abigail by the bangs, pulls her up to her seat then delivers a quick punch to her face. The shot knocks Lindsey onto her back and Alana takes off into the ropes, ricocheting off then delivering a leg drop across the throat. She leaps to her feet, rushes into the cables, bounces off and delivers a second leg drop. Once more she’s ricocheting off the cables and going for a third leg drop…going for…but not connecting with. The moment her leg descends towards Lindsey’s throat, Abigail catches it just before it connects.

Alana falls to her seat to complete the move but Abigail has grabbed hold of her ankle and her knee, rolling over backwards to her feet. She forces Starr over to her stomach and applies the ankle lock to a sphincter tightening eruption from the crowd.

Dollar: Nice counter by Abi….but hold your britches!

Abigail knows she’s got Alana right where she wants her…Abigail knows she’s hurting Alana….Abigail knows victory might just hinge on this very submission hold….But what Abigail doesn’t know is that when Alana went for the third leg drop, Lucas made a blind tag to his partner’s shoulder. And that tag allows Knight to swoop in behind Lindsey, grab her by the arms and force her up into the Monarchy Rules.

Dollar: Abigail going to be finished off mere seconds after Knight’s blind tag.

Which would happen if Lucas actually connected with the move, which he doesn’t, considering Abigail manages to extend her foot towards Andre, even when trapped in the vertibreaker position. A slap is delivered to the extended foot and then Jordan grabs hold of it, pulling down on the ankle and dragging Abigail over the ropes to the apron.

Lucas then spins around just as Abigail AND Andre simultaneously leap over the ropes into shoulder tackles. Both of Knight’s pecs suffer equally, knocking him to the canvas and sending him rolling backwards towards Alana.

Starr steps in behind Lucas and snatches him around the waist, helping him up to his feet. The two members of Chase Global are just collecting themselves before they are shattered. With her opponents going belly to back, Abigail manages to swoop in behind them, take them both around their heads, charge them at the ropes and leap feet first into the top cable. She pushes off, twists and delivers a double springboard bulldog.

Dollar: Abigail taking out both members of Chase Global…yippee.

Lindsey rolls out of the ring and lets Andre pick up where she left off, and Alana exits hoping that Knight can get things back on track for their tream.

Knight is just getting to his feet when Andre steps in and takes advantage of his stooped posture. He takes Lucas about his neck and pulls him in for the Opinion Changer. The Pedigree is on the cusp of being delivered before Alana reaches into the ring and takes Knight by the ankle. She pulls down on it and drags Knight not only out of position for the pedigree but to the exterior of the ring. He ends up on the apron with Alana leaping up behind him. The two then take the top rope and lunge over the cables simultaneously, going for stereo shoulder blocks.

Both of Dre’s pecs, do not suffer at all. He ducks down out of the way as Knight and Starr fly over top of him. They tuck their heads before hitting the canvas, allowing them to roll straight unto their feet. Alana’s momentum carries her forward into the ropes, which are being low bridged by Abigail, causing Starr to go flying over them and crashing to the outside mats.

Lucas’ momentum carries him to his feet, which he scrambles across and uses to drill a now upright Lindsey to the cheek with a yakuza kick. The shot sends Abi crashing to the outside mats.

Knight keeps his leg dangling over the top rope, taking a moment to smile over Lindsey’s plight. This proves costly though, considering it opens the door for Dre, who rushes in behind Lucas, hooks that leg still hanging over the cable and uses it to heave him up into the air. Before Knight has a chance to respond he’s being dropped across Andre’s knee with a leg hook back breaker.

Dollar: Knight forced to pay for that big boot on Abigail…by having his big butt crushed by that back breaker. Good lord, did I just make a derriere reference? I’m turning into Susie Moore.

Knight’s spine has collapsed as he flips over to his knees, and now his skull is about to suffer the same fate. Andre steps in and takes him around the neck, snapping back into a high impact DDT. Lucas’ head ricochets from the canvas and then flops along with the rest of his body unto his back.

Dre gives his opponent further cause to flop by putting repeated boots into his body. He then takes Knights hair into his clutches, drags him up to his feet in a side headlock and begins to deliver punch after punch on the trapped skull of his opponent.

Jordan then begins to take off into the ropes with the side headlock still established only to have Knight shove him off.

Andre takes off into the cables and then has his head almost taken off via a roundhouse kick from Starr.

From the apron she leaps into the air, launching her shin over the ropes and into Jordan’s temple.

Dollar: Andre might have qualms about putting his hands on Alana, but she has no trouble putting her legs into Jordan’s skull.

The stiff shot has knocked Jordan backwards into the waiting arms of his adversary. Knight takes him around the waist and snaps back into the bridging German suplex.

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Jordan kicks out, prompting Knight to roll to his side, dragging Andre around with both arms still locked about his waist. Both men stand up and then Knight heaves Dre up into the back drop suplex only to yank down on the shin, pulling him down into the canvas face first.

The modified face buster causes Jordan to ricochet back up to his feet, albeit doubled over, a posture Knight takes instant advantage of.

He ricochets off the cables beside Jordan and then lunges into the air, catching him with a famouser. Jordan is driven face first into the ring, bouncing off and back up to his elbows and knees. Just then Lucas bounces off the cables opposite to the ones he ricocheted off of. He then lunges into the air, wedges a boot to the back of Andre’s head and delivers a modified curb stomp.

Dollar: Knight with a lethal barrage of blows. I think that shot from the Evolution Title belt moments ago is starting to take its toll at this point.

Once again Andre’s face bounces off of the canvas, causing him to pop up to his knees, though not for long. Lucas steps in, takes him around the neck, heaving him up from his knees and into a vertical suplex. Instead Knight just drops forward though, slamming Dre down directly onto his face. The inverted suplex inflicts great harm on Jordan, almost driving his nose back into his brain.

Knight keeps hold of the neck and then rolls to his side, pulling Jordan along with him and back to his knees. A side headlock is applied and used to drag Jordan towards Chase Global’s corner. This puts him in position for lethal slaps delivered by Alana.

Alana: You should have treated me like a goddess. You should have treated me like a queen. But you just kept letting me down…..You just kept disappointing me.

Another huge slap to the increasingly red flesh on Andre’s cheek….a result of both the blows Alana delivers, and the rage growing inside of Jordan.

Knight keeps the side headlock applied, dragging Jordan away from the wrath of Starr and then subjecting him to a headlock driver. The top of Jordan’s head slams with skull shattering results.

Dollar: Knight is continuing to work over Jordan’s head…the wisest thing I’ve seen since someone put Amber Heard’s face on my television screen. So many bottles of lubricant have been sacrificed since then.

And Knight just continues to pulverize Jordan’s skull….actually, he looks to crush it entirely via the spike piledriver. He drags Andre’s head into position and then takes him around the waist before hearing a scream emanate from behind him.

Lucas smirks in reaction to Alana’s demands for a tag.

Alana: Let me do it…Pretty-pretty please!

That grin on Knight’s face only gets wider as he reciprocates the tag, letting Alana satiate her need to cripple her ex ‘lover.’ Just as she steps into the ring, Lucas is already throwing Jordan’s head into her clutches. She puts him in position for the piledriver, dragging him to the center of the ring and throwing her arms out to her sides.

Knight: Savor this moment, Dre, that’s the last time you’ll ever be between those legs.

Alana: And this time, you won’t be leaving satisfied….Instead it’s MY satisfaction that matters for once.

All of her strength is employed to heave Jordan into the air and cripple the Evolution Champion entirely. But weight is shifted and the tide is turned. Andre drops back down to his feet, rooting them to the canvas, then stands up straight, wedging his hands to Alana’s hips and throwing her back. Starr flies across the ring and shifts her own weight, landing on her feet. She then goes rushing towards Jordan, swinging her palm towards his cheek.

A palm that connects with Jordan’s forearm. Alana’s face twists into an expression of shock as she finds her hand swatted aside and Andre’s hands pulling her into a big kiss on the lips.

Dollar: Hhhheeeey, Andre frenching Starr!

The kiss persists just long to stop Alana from flailing her limbs, and kicking her legs. She succumbs, succumbs to the power of the Andre’s lips.

At long last the kiss is broken, Jordan stepping back and looking into the half opened eyes of a smiling Alana.

Andre: Are you satisfied?

The words manage to snap Starr out of it.

Alana: You PERV!

She rushes right in…right into the Thrill Ride. Jordan finally puts the moves on Alana….just not with a kiss or other such romantic embrace, instead it’s via the sit-out spine-buster. Jordan then lunges to his feet after delivering the blow and spots a vengeful Knight charging in.

Knight: You sick freak, don’t you ever violate my woman again!

Instead its Lucas who is violated via a drop toe hold that puts him down onto Alana in a 69 position.

Dollar: Oh goodness….I think I might need a bathroom break.

The crowd chuckles, along with Jordan, who turns and spots his opponents in this position, enticing some laughter from the Evolution Champion. Tabitha screams at him from ringside and incites him to action.

Jordan steps in and grabs Lucas by the arms, heaving him up and into position for the Opinion Changer, one that would dump him directly on top of Alana.

The Pedigree is on the cusp of connecting, but Alana lifts her feet into the air, wedges them to Lucas’ chest and keeps him from being dragged down into Dre’s finisher. She then pushes back with all her strength, freeing Knight from the pedigree and sending him twisting into the ropes. Dre is also pushed back, landing against the ropes before he can collapse to the canvas. At the same time Knight is spiraling into the opposite ropes, landing across the top cable chin first. Just then Abigail rushes across the apron and delivers a yakuza kick directly to Knight’s temple.

The vengeful blow sends Lucas spiraling yet again, turning towards the ring where he’s subjected to a short arm spinning powerslam by Andre.

Dollar: Abigail just set Knight up for the Get Got!

And the Get Got has set Knight up for another destructive move, this time unleashed by Abigail.

She doesn’t wait for a tag to be made, sliding into the ring then rushing across it. She leaps to the middle rope, springs off and delivers the moonsault across Lucas’ chest the moment that Andre rolled out of position.

All of the air has been deflated from Lucas’ lungs…but even THAT isn’t good enough….not for Jordan. He leaps over his opponent and his partner, charges at the turnbuckle, leaps up onto it and then dives off into his own moonsault. He catches tremendous air before slamming into Lucas’ ribs.

Dollar: Moonsaults…moonsaults….moonsaults galore!

The repeated dives have Knight thrashing about on the canvas and Alana racing to avenge him. She steps towards Dre and Abigail and catches them both before they can stand up. She takes them around their necks and sets up for a stereo DDT.

Alana: Good things happen to good pe…

Or so would be the case IF Starr were actually a good person.

Alana finds out what a person like herself gets when Abigail sweeps her legs out from under her. Andre staggers back and Abigail stands up straight holding the creases of Alana’s knees. She then drops back and catapults Starr through the air, launching her directly into Jordan’s waiting clutches. Dre catches her across his chest and swings around into the spinning powerslam.

Dollar: Nice continuity shown by Abigail and Andre culminating with another Get Got. You would think these two have been working together for ages.

Alana’s spine and ego both take a crushing from this move.

Andre then gets to his feet, or more accurately is pulled to his feet by Knight.

Lucas steps in and grabs him around the neck, dragging his head under his seat and then hooking both of his arms. In spite of the numerous moonsaults he suffered, Lucas still manages to grin as he sets up for Andre’s own finishing move.

Dollar: Knight’s gonna hit the pedigree fittingly on Dre.

That’s the plan…but not one that works in Knight’s benefit. Lucas finds his legs being swept out from under him, his back hitting the canvas and Jordan launching him into the air with a catapult. Lucas goes airborne just as Abigail does the same, springing off the middle rope and twisting into a roundhouse kick on the flying Knight. Quite a bit of turbulence has been created and Knight has no time to put down the landing gear as he crashes into the canvas.

Dollar: More tag team work between Abigail and Andre. You would think these two have been teaming for ages.

An excited Tabitha watches form ringside as her client Jordan, and Abigail dish out tons of damage on Chase Global.

Dre and Abi get to their feet and then launch their boots into the air, connecting at the same time with the ribs of a staggering Alana. She is doubled over and Jordan steps behind Abi, the two setting up for another tag team move.

Lindsey locks in a front chancery on Alana then leaves her into the vertical suplex, about to drop her on top of the waiting shoulders of Andre so they can connect with a suplex and powerbomb combination.

Alana flips over though and lands on her feet right in front of Dre, who delivers a kick to her gut and then hooks both of her arms. He’s going for the Opinion Changer for a second time, and he’s determined to deliver it this time. He then heaves Alana into the air, and that’s where things go horribly awry. Alana extends her feet and wedges them to Abigail’s back, simultaneously kicking her into the ropes at the same time that she pushes off. Starr launches herself up onto the shoulders of Jordan then snaps back into the hurricarana with a pin.

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The Good Girl is about to have a big win….only to have Jordan kick out by method of sitting up and sending Starr rolling over backwards. She ends up on her feet, though not for long, thanks to Abigail, who rushes in behind Starr, leaps into the air and connects with the back stabber.

Dollar: So much back and forth, give and take in this match. So many personal issues coming to a head here tonight.

Alana bounces off of the elevated knees of Abigail….elevated knees that lead to her detriment. Lucas steps in from behind, grabs her raised legs and uses them to roll her over backwards into a wheelbarrow. He heaves her up into the air and then catches her by the arms, flipping her over backwards into a release dragon suplex.

Dollar: BRUTAL! Abigail dumped right on top of her head!

Abigail spills under the ropes to the outside of the ring while Lucas staggers to his feet, definitely feeling the ill effects of this very physical match. He just starts to stand up when Andre swoops in from behind, catching him around the arm and the thigh, setting for the Tide Turner.

Dollar: Andre is about to hit the same move that put Kyle Black away at Invictus….Will it work again here tonight?

Jordan heaves Lucas into the air only to have him squirm free at the last second, dropping down to his feet behind Dre’s back. He then shoves his opponent directly into the ropes, Dre hitting them chest first just as Abigail launches a shin over the ropes, going for a kick to the face. This time Andre catches her foot though before it can be driven into his face. He then turns around and drags Alana by the leg into the ring, setting up for an Alabama Slam.

He pulls down on the legs and sends Starr crashing towards the canvas only to have Knight rush and catch Alana around the waist. He keeps her from hitting the ring and now supports her, holding Alana up and helping her collect herself when Andre rushes in and swings around them. He takes both Knight’s AND Starr’s arms, puts his head beneath them and then heaves them both into the Tide Turner….a double Angle Slam connecting.

Dollar: OH WOW! Please excuse me while I man-gasm!

The crowd is just as stunned and slack jawed as Dollar at the sight of a move they’ve NEVER seen before. Both Chase Global members are reeling from this move and Andre is looking to take advantage. He grabs Knight by the arm, drags him into his shoulders and then dives forward into the Finley Roll. Knight crashes hard into the canvas and Jordan rolls along right into the turnbuckle, lunging on top of it. He plants his feet then flips back into the moonsault onto….NOTHING but canvas. Knight rolls out of the way just in time, refusing to be hit with this move a second time.

Dre bounces off of the canvas and soon his head bounces off of Lucas’ leg via the diving knee strike.

This implosion of skull to knee leaves Dre sprawled across the canvas and primed for a pin. Hence why Knight has rolled into his corner, grabbing the tag rope and leaning over the ropes and shouting for Starr.

Alana is still recuperating from that amazing version of the Tide Turner, which is why she’s so slow to respond. In spite of her injuries, she somehow manages to drag herself across the ring and ultimately make a tag to the eager Knight.

Dollar: Lucas has set this up perfectly, now all he needs to do is make the pin…Get to it Lucas, get to it.

Knight hustles across the ring and grabs Andre by the neck, leading the addled champion to his feet. He then hooks both of his arms and lifts him into the air for the Monarchy Rules, looking to capitalize and capitalize quickly.

We do see someone capitalize….but that someone is Andre….and he capitalizes on Knight’s overzealousness. He does so by managing to counter Knight, breaking out of his clutches, twisting his body and catching Lucas around the thigh, dragging him down into the school boy.

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Dollar: Dre has just caught Lucas!

The crowd is just about to lunge out of their seats, but the only thing that flies into the air is Knight’s shoulder. He kicks out and prevents Jordan from scoring this massive pinfall.

Both men then race to their feet with Jordan grabbing Lucas by the wrist and trying to drag him into the Get Got. Instead Lucas launches into a short arm clothesline aimed at Dre’s neck, that gets caught. Jordan leaps into the air and wraps his legs around the opposite arm, dragging Knight down into the crucifix pin.

Dollar: Does he have it this time?

No he doesn’t….cause Lucas drops down out of the crucifix, or more accurately Andre releases him. Why? So that Knight can fall to his knees in front of him, Dre can stand up and hook his arms and then drive Lucas into the canvas with the Opinion Changer.

Dollar: Opinion Changer! Opinion Changer finally delivered to devastating results.

The roof to the Manhattan Center is shaking via the reception of the crowd, fans getting closer to the edges of their seats in anticipation of seeing this potential pinfall. An ailing Jordan crawls into the cover and hooks both legs, realizing this is the moment he’s been waiting for for weeks, the chance to put down the man who stole his girl.

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And that girl steals the victory from Dre via scrambling into the ring and digging her nails directly into Jordan’s eyes. She screams while raking the pupils and compelling Andre to break away from his original target.

Dollar: Ah crapolla! Alana stopping the pin just before Dre could score yet another huge victory.

The eye gouging continues until Abigail comes rushing across the canvas and leaps into the air, landing on Alana’s throat with a leg lariat. The move takes Lindsey AND Starr over the ropes, sending them both splattering across the mats right at the feet of Tabitha Silverstone. Much like the fans, the agent watches on stunned by the bodies piled before her.

Inside of the ring Jordan is still blinded, palming his eyes as he staggers around in the ring. He finally takes his hands away from his pupils….no…he has his arms FORCED away from his pupils by Knight.

Lucas swoops in from behind, grabs the arms, pries them behind his back and heaves him up into the Monarchy Rules. The move connects on the previously damaged head, one that had already received a shot from the Evolution Title belt.

Dollar: Now it’s the Monarchy Rules DRIVING Jordan’s head into that canvas!

Referee Fitzpatrick slips into position and makes the count as the number one contender rolls into the cover on the Evolution Champion.

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Abigail tries to re-enter the ring and come to the aid of her partner only to find her ankle snagged and her feet plucked out from under her. She crashes face first into the apron and spills to the mats, meaning there is NOBODY to save Andre from taking the pin.

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The crowd is NOT happy.

Dollar: Lucas Knight…Chase Global….they’ve just scored a HUGE win.

Said HUGE win is commemorated by a kneeling Knight’s wrist being heaved into the air by the official.

Dollar: This grueling tag team match culminating to a victory for Lucas Knight over an incredibly game Andre Jordan here tonight.

A weary Knight gets to his feet only to stagger forward into the ropes, leaning on them for support. He stares through the cables at this point at what has now taken focus. And what is everyone focused on? The stare down between a kneeling Starr and a stunned Silverstone.

Dollar: Uuuuh-oh.

It takes a moment, Tabitha distracted by the fate of her client, but she is finally clued into the murderous gaze beamed her way. Silverstone turns to the very lady that she prevented from breaking Lohan’s neck at Invictus. With trembling lips, Tabitha backs away from Alana, who rises to her feet and prepares to sink her claws into Silverstone’s flesh.

Alana: You meddling bitch….You kept me from destroying Brittany at Invictus, but nothing will keep me from crushing you here tonight.

Silverstone back peddles as Alana approaches and prepares to destroy her. And the only thing that prevents that from happening….Abigail.

She rushes in behind Alana and drops her with a lariat to the back of her head, knocking Starr to the mats. Lindsey then drops down on top of her, delivering a barrage of punches and forearms. Lucas exits the ring at this point, and goes after Lindsey, who breaks away from Starr just in time to spare herself a potential beat-down.

Abigail grabs Tabitha and forces her away from the squared circle as well as out of harm’s way.

Dollar: Abigail saving Tabitha and taking another opportunity to get her hands on Alana Starr at the same time. But just how long can Tabitha stay clear of Chase Global’s wrath?

Lucas kneels beside Alana, checking her condition while staring up the ramp at a departing Lindsey and Silverstone.

Andre wishes he could depart the ring as well, but he barely even has the strength to raise his head, which is pounding with a migraine after suffering the Monarchy Rules.

An agitated Axl Evermore stands outside of the Black Crusade’s segregated locker-room, eyes directed to the camera.

Axl: Andre’s night not going too well, and neither is mine.

Obviously Evermore is eluding to the multiple interviews that went awry this evening.

Axl: I know-I know, I’ve failed to deliver on the multiple promises I’ve made thus far, but this is one guarantee I will not welch on. Tonight….

Axl slaps the door behind his back.

Axl:… I’m promising an exclusive interview with former number one contender, Legion, AND Mr. Gaunt.

Hype is built….hopefully hype that actually pays off.

Axl: That’s right, Axl Evermore sits down with the Black Crusade, and it’s coming up…SOON.

INVICTUS

Dollar: Everyone taking it to the next level tonight.

A still frame image of Rachel Foxx swinging a gavel into Katelyn Buehler’s face.

Fans: HOLY SHIT!!

Another image with just as violent of a pay-off. Aerik Walker leaping off a balcony and putting Jackson Adams through stacked tables.

Dollar: All these athletes pushing themselves….

Yet another gruesome clip featuring Danny Darko being given a hanging DDT by Karen McBride through a table wedged between Ladder and the ropes.

Dollar: I have never seen anything like this before!

A limo driven by Orlando Cruze, goes crashing through the wall of Hell in a Cell.

Chase: What is this?

A bundle of flowers is being held up by a stagehand so that Adam Chase can closely examine them. He overlooks just one of a hundred decorations set to adorn the ring for tonight’s celebration.

Chase: I specifically requested white roses…WHITE ROSES!

Stagehand: Their white.

Chase: Are you kidding me? This is egg-shell.

Stagehand: Egg-shell?

Chase: YES. Now get me roses so white they blind you.

One of the flowers is removed from the bundle and tossed to the feet of the stagehand to punctuate Adam’s statement. The super-agent then turns to the gathering of stagehands in the background, who are also putting together decorations and assembling the setting for what should be a splendid occasion later tonight.

Anticipation is still building for the ‘celebration’ tonight.

Dollar: Well it seems to me that Adam Chase has taken it upon himself to handle the decorations for his niece, Taylor Chase’s title celebration tonight. Don’t know why HE would be entrusted with such a task….but whatever floats your boat I suppose.

“The Shadows Betray You” only gets a chance to play through the speakers for a few moments before the voice of Savage cuts it off.

Nikolai: Orlando Cruze….

Kozlov parts the curtains and moves to the stage, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled back to reveal his twisted gaze.

Nikolai: I’m afraid you should have picked your battles a little wiser, Boy.

Kozlov parts the ropes and moves to the center of the ring.

Nikolai: Because you’ve created a problem for the Blacklist….and I delight in being their problem solver.

Dollar: Well this isn’t going to be any title celebration, looks instead like we’ve got a challenge. Nikolai Kozlov stepping up for the Blacklist against the man who has been on an absolute warpath tonight…

Cut to earlier tonight when said warpath is relived….as Orlando Cruze interferes in a beat-down on Amanda Blayze. With cane in hand, he slides into the ring, using the weapon to cave in the spine of Harrison and the skull of Montgome

Dollar: After his loss to the Blacklist, Orlando has just absolutely flipped out.

After demolishing the Blacklist with the cane, Cruze proceeds to bash the concrete floor repeatedly with the already warped cane.

Dollar: I don’t know if we’ve ever seen Orlando THIS fired up…which might make this challenge by Kozlov a very bad idea.

Kozlov prepares to part one last thing, Orlando’s blood from his body. He continues to pace the ring in anticipation of doing just that.

Nikolai: Orlando…remember what happened the last time my cousin, Mika, called on me for support. I took your unsuspecting brother and I BROKE him.

A knife feels like it’s twisting in Orlando’s guts.

Nikolai: Shaun has never been the same since the night I powerbombed him against this apron…(pointing to the very apron Shaun was driven against)….He’s been a shell of his former self since I took him and delivered the piledriver on exposed concrete. (Finger turns from apron to the outside mats where Shaun’s head was crushed against concrete)….And you stood by doing nothing, Orlando….But now is your chance. Now is your opportunity to be a man. Come out here and avenge your brother.

Frankie: Don’t go out there Orlando…it’s a suicide mission.

Yes…Frankie Paradise…THAT Frankie Paradise….has thrown his small stature between the vengeful Orlando Cruze and the corridor leading to the ring.

Orlando: Get the hell out of my way, Paradise.

In spite of the kendo-stick griped in Orlando’s hand, a weapon Frankie has been on the receiving end of, he continues to form a barrier.

Frankie: Bro….no homo, but I’d hate to see you get your brains splattered all over the Manhattan Center.

Orlando: Frankie, I swear to God, if you don’t get out of my way right now….

Frankie: Orlando, PLEASE….you’re walking into a mother-luvin trap.

Orlando: Let the Blacklist TRY to jump me….It’ll give me just the opportunity I need to get my hands on the one more time.

Frankie: You’re not thinking clearly.

Orlando: Why do YOU even care what happens to me? You’ve been trying to see me wiped off the face of the earth ever since Taylor decided she wanted a REAL man in her life.

The trademark shades are torn off of Frankie’s nose…taking offence to the heated statements.

Frankie: That’s yesterday’s news, Lando. It’s behind us…And get your facts straight, I was FORCED to cooperate with the Blacklist….If I hadn’t, they would have crushed me….in fact, they still might for standing up against them at Invictus.

Orlando: All the more reason for me to go out there and destroy the Blacklist….So maybe you should stop standing in my way and start standing by my side.

There is no response from Frankie, be it verbal or physical. He stops standing in front of Cruze, and most definitely won’t be beside him, as Orlando heads like a fly into a spider’s web.

Nikolai: Do you know how satisfying it was to hear Shaun screaming…crying… begging for my mercy? How gratifying it was to feel his bones shattering in my hands. How gladdened I was to see that anguished expression on his face….It was….it was bliss, Orlando.

Savage continues to pace the ring where he is trying his best to bait the Icon, and he casts quite the lure.

Nikolai: I want to feel that again…and you can help me, Orlando. So come on out here and seek your revenge….

”YOU KNOW MY NAME.”

It didn’t take much for Savage to prompt a response out of Orlando.

With only a few words, and a few painful reminders of what he did to Shaun, Savage has managed to lure Orlando into what promises to be a bloodbath.

Dollar: You wanted Orlando, now you’ll get him, Savage. Though I have a feeling he’s going to give you much more than you were anticipating.

Nikolai wedges hands to his knees and stoops forward, waiting, albeit impatiently for the President to enter the ring and suffer his wrath.

Dollar: Orlando is coming, Savage, and I truly hope that your….wait a minute here…

The curtains open and reveal not Orlando Cruze, but Danny Darko.

Dollar: It’s….it’s…Darko! What the hell is he doing?

Though Orlando’s music is playing, Darko has apparently beat the Icon to the punch, and is now about to beat someone else with literal punches. He rushes down the ramp and Kozlov is right at the end of it to meet him. The two pick up where they left off several weeks ago in that All Star Invictus tag, rights and lefts flying between them.

Dollar: DARKO…DARKO all over Savage! These two won’t stop until they’ve killed each other.

Danny gets the better of a stunned Savage, blasting him to the forehead again and again….giving him what he requested, a fight…just not the one Kozlov requested. Once Savage has been staggered back, Danny corkscrews through the air into the Darkolator. But the corkscrew roundhouse misses, Savage stooping forward just in time to avoid it. As a result Darko flies over his opponent’s head and lands on the apron. He then leaps into the air, drops with the back of his knees across the top rope and flips back into an Arabian Press. Kozlov spins around and looks up just as Danny comes crashing into him, taking both men down to the mats.

Dollar: Big moonsault by Darko, crushing Savage beneath him.

Danny doesn’t rest with the moonsalt, dragging Savage along to his knees and now setting up for a package piledriver presumably.

A counter is provided by Kozlov however, wedging his hands to Darko’s ribs and shoving him back towards the steps. Darko hits the steel and staggers forward right into a big spear that knocks all the wind from his lungs and crushes his ribs.

Dollar: But Darko’s offensive couldn’t last against this powerhouse…this unstoppab….YOOO!

Savage stands up and gloats over his ailing opponent for only a moment before he’s spun around and cracked right in the face with the kendo-stick. Orlando slams the cane over Nikolai’s skull, but somehow Kozlov is still standing, standing long enough to turn absent mindedly into the Darkolator. The Trouble in Paradise style kick nails Kozlov right between the eyes, sending him twisting towards and spilling unto the ramp.

Dollar: Cruze! CRUZE smashing the cane over Savage’s skull, setting up the Darkolator!

A huge welt has formed on Savage’s forehead as he staggers to his feet on the ramp.

All the while Darko, holding his ailing ribs, stares towards Orlando, who holds a worn kendo-stick. That weapon at last finds its way into Danny’s clutches, Cruze tossing him the weapon that has aided the Icon so much tonight. Now it proves instrumental to Darko, who rushes up the ramp and swings the cane into Savage’s spine.

Kozlov arches his back and staggers up the ramp before turning around and getting the cane slapped off of his forehead for a second time.

Dollar: Darko now wearing Kozlov out with the cane. This is epic.

The brutality continues to be inflicted on Savage even as he and his attacker, Darko, spill through the curtains into the backstage area. This all affords Orlando the opportunity to enter the ring and pick up the microphone that was dropped by the man who made the most foolish of challenges.

Orlando: HAAARISSSON!

The mere mention of Aaron’s name elicits waves of hostility.

Orlando: When are you going to learn that there is only way to get rid of me….And that’s by going one on one with the Icon. I’m not about to let you rest or relax until you agree to face me. Until I’m satisfied that this is truly OVER.

This declaration in the ring has the crowd pumped, and that energy continues to build now that Evermore has summoned the courage to navigate through the shadowy locker-room of the Black Crusade.

Evermore: As advertised, I’m standing right here in the locker-room of the Black Crusade and…..

Mr. Gaunt: Mr. Evermore…you wish to conduct an interview do you?

The sparse lighting provided finally highlights the face of Mr. Gaunt, the shadowy leader of the Black Crusade at home in the darkness. His silhouette comes into focus as he steps forward from the depths of black to stand beside Evermore, slapping a palm on the shoulder of an increasingly nervous interviewer.

Evermore: Well, I am standing here in your locker-room, there is a camera, and I am holding a microphone. I could make a duck comparison, but I think I covered that earlier.

Mr. Gaunt: Splendid, for your presence is quite timely, my pony tail sporting compatriot. For we wished to address the masses regarding past events, such as what transpired at Invictus, and upcoming events, such as this celebration scheduled for tonight.

Evermore: Great-great…Glad to hear….wait. Did you say, ‘we?’

Mr. Gaunt: You are not misquoting me.

Another hand finds its way unto Evermore’s shoulder, the massive palm belonging to Legion. A burst of static hits the camera, malfunctioning while in the presence of the unholy behemoth.

Mr. Gaunt: I imagine that you have some inquires.

Evermore: I do.

Mr. Gaunt: Am I to presume that your first question is the same being asked by the throngs of loyal Black Crusade supporters?

Evermore: Yeah, probably.

Mr. Gaunt: So you wish to know what everyone else has been asking do you? Where the Black Crusade goes from here now that Legion’s championship ambitions were thwarted at Invictus by the ever-so villainous Taylor Chase?

Evermore: Thanks for saving me the trouble of actually having to ask.

Mr. Gaunt: You’re welcome. Now in regards to the question you raised. We, meaning the Black Crusade, are never without a strategy. Do these wrestling aficionados honestly perceive us to be without a back-up plan?

Evermore: So what is this back-up plan?

Mr. Gaunt: I understand the answer might not be too easily discerned, as there are numerous members of this ever expanding roster deserving of the Black Crusade’s wrath. However, the first target of our campaign to inspire fear will be…

Before the answer can be given and Axl has a chance to finish his interview, the door to the darkened locker-room bursts open.

Robert: Is it true!?!

The burly beast with crimson mane storms into the room, almost bowling Evermore over in the process.

Robert: Are Leeland Gaunt and Legion responsible for the decimation of Mnooseville?

Legion does not react, even when threatened by this enormous and vengeful soul.

Mr. Gaunt: I’m afraid you’re quite mistaken, Robert.

Robert: Robert has it on good authority that your negativity and depravity has directly affected the fate of Mnooseville.

Mr. Gaunt: And who’s ‘authority’ would that be?

Robert: It is of no matter to you, Sir…..

Robert’s intense eyes shift towards a flabbergasted Evermore.

Robert: And you…take your camera and leave this instant. This is a private matter that requires only Mr. Gaunt, Legion and Robert.

A handful of Evermore’s coat is squeezed by Robert, who pulls him towards the door and ultimately sends him through it into the hallway.

Evermore: But dammit, I promised the fans an intervie…

The door slams directly in his face.

Gavin: Move it….come on!

The other half of Chase Global find themselves racing through the backstage area, moving as fast as they possibly can towards the parking lot. They pay no notice to any of their surroundings as they proceed down the corridor, Kyle’s and Gavin’s primary focus being the Evolution Championship presently donning Taylor’s shoulder.

Gavin: Is the car all gassed up and ready to go?

Kyle: It’s a Prius dude, the thing pretty much runs on corn syrup.

As Kyle turned to calm Gavin down, his lack of attention proves detrimental, accidentally bumping right into Frankie Paradise.

The General Manager, who was looking uncharacteristically morose, wandered along right into a shoulder that almost sends him collapsing to the concrete.

Frankie: NO BRO!

A crate proves useful in holding Frankie up, grabbing it and keeping from being bowled over right onto his ass.

Kyle: Oh dude, sorry.

Frankie: Sorry….SORRY!?!

Paradise straightens himself and fixes his leather jacket.

Frankie: This isn’t a friggin playground I’m not allowed within forty feet of, so you will not treat it as such. And furthermore….wait…what the hell is that?

He points to the Evolution Title nestled tightly against Gavin’s sternum.

Gavin: Just how hard did Kyle hit you? It’s a title belt…duuuuuh…..

Frankie: Yeah bro, I know. But what are YOU doing with it?

Gavin: Why wouldn’t I have it? It’s mine…mine….MINE.

Both arms squeeze the championship.

Frankie: That’s news to me. I seem to remember that belt belonging to Andre Jordan.

Gavin: Then you have a very selective memory…BRO.

Frankie: Hey, I have a very good memory. I remember half the brods who have got very up close and personal with lil Frankie…including the two earlier this afternoon….Actually it was just one, but she was big enough to count as two….And I remember that Andre is the champion….Which leads Frankie to believe that you stole that championship.

Gavin: Nooooo….I took it back is what I did.

Frankie: Nuh-uh…your giving it back is what you’re gonna do.

Gavin: No way, I’m not handing this belt over to you.

Frankie: Naaaah bro, who said anything about forking that belt over to me? I’m not the champ.

Gavin: Good, glad to see you’ve come to your sen….

Taylor suddenly grows quiet when he realizes what’s being inferred.

Frankie: You will be handing over that Evolution Tilte….But it will be to Andre Jordan.

Kyle: Are you totes cray-cray man?

Gavin: There’s no way I’m giving MY title back, especially not to that THUG, Andre.

Frankie: You will if you value your job….

Another attempt is made by Gavin to speak up, but Kyle slaps a hand down over his associate’s mouth before he can them into further hot water….nay SCOLDING water.

Frankie: But I’ll tell you what, Gabby, you’ll have until New Age to think this over, where you’ll either hand over the Evolution Title, OR I’ll do with your contract the very same thing I did to Nathan Creed’s.

Frankie is just about to take his leave, but just can’t help himself.

Frankie: Oh, and by hand over the belt, I mean you’ll be taking that championship and wrapping it around Andre’s waist.

It takes all of Kyle’s strength to keep his palm over Gavin’s lips, his mumbles filtering through the cracks of his partner’s fingers.

Frankie: And fellas, watch where you’re going next time.

Once Paradise is out of range, Kyle at last unshackles Gavin’s mouth.

Gavin: Mother-son of a….THIS IS YOUR FAULT!

The spiteful words are shouted at a stunned Black.

Kyle: What?

Gavin: You screwed up everything….EVERYTHING!!

BA’AL © VS. P CLARENCE WHITMAN IIII
NHB CHAMPIONSHIP

The curtains at once separate and through them strides P Clarence Whitman III…impending challenger for the NHB Championship. Normally he would stride to the ring with a glass of brandy in hand, tonight however, he carries along a steel chair.

Dollar: Ladies and gentlemen, P Clarence Whitman III has been BEGGING for weeks to get his hands on Ba’al, and tonight, he finally gets just that, a one on one bout with the Prince of Sin…

Clarence continues on his way to the ring amidst a solid reaction from the exhilarated audience. Even when entering the ring Clarence refuses to abandon his chair, a weapon that has proven so useful to him in recent weeks, including earlier tonight.

Dollar: Whitman bringing along an equalizer, even though he’s not use to competing in matches like this, with no rules, he seems more than ready to challenge for the No Holds Barred Championship here tonight…and it just goes to show how much Whitman wants his hands on Ba’al, competing in a contest well outside of his comfort zone.

Whitman, traditionally a thinking man’s wrestler, and more inclined to leisurely sips of brandy beside a roaring fire, now finds himself ready to be consumed by violence and hopes there will be no flames anywhere near the proximity of the ring.

No….the only fire he will endure, is the trial by fire…forced to walk through it when a forearm cracks him in the upper back. The emotive audience unloads on Executioner, who has knocked Whitman down to the ramp, sending the smaller athlete crumbling in a heap.

Dollar: HEY! The Pestilence JUMPING Whitman on the rampway!

Obviously Executioner, Laymon and Wilde are going to make sure that little is left of Whitman to challenge for the championship tonight. And they ensure just that by leading Clarence to his feet and hooking both of his arms. Laymon and Wilde rush down the ramp and then throw Clarence HIGH Into the air, sending him crashing into the steel via a double hip toss.

Dollar: AAAAH…it’s getting hardcore for Whitman, even BEFORE the match can begin. The Pestilence just decimating him….We’ve seen Clarence and the Pestilence have multiple runs in in the past, but this has nothing to do with that, they’re just weakening Whitman before he can challenge for the Championship under orders from you know who.

You know who being the man who presently watches this brutality inflicted on Whitman from the confines of the gorilla position. The NHB Champion stands between Jaina who is holding his NHB Championship, and Rachel Foxx, who is twisting a gavel around in his fingers. The trio watches a monitor, which feeds them the images of a brutalized Whitman.

Brutality being a straight steel chair shot to his skull delivered by Laymon. The sound of steel to cranium causes the most pronounced of cringes from the fans and leave a gaping wound in Whitman’s face.

Dollar: And now Pestilence assaults Whitman with the chair…the very chair he brought to the ring with him.

Unfortunately the chair never made it to the ring, but it did make it into Whitman’s forehead. A huge dent is left in the surface of the steel, but even further damage has been done to the challenge for the NHB Championship tonight. He lies on the mats with blood already soaking his face.

Dollar: Look at this…look at the blood GUSHING down Whitman’s face….And this match hasn’t even started yet for crying out fudging loud.

In spite of Dollar’s condemnation, Pestilence continues to use the chair to devastating results. The steel is opened and wedged around Clarence’s ankle by Laymon while Exectioner approaches the stairs, ripping off the top half and dragging it up to his chest.

Dollar: Oh shat…not this…not this now. Someone PLEASE stop the Pestilence…STOP THEM DAMMIT!

The stairs rise above Executioner’s skull in preparation of being dragged down onto the chair, which will no doubt SHATTER the ankle. Bones are presumably fractured…a jaw bone….as Silverwolf rushes down the ramp and drives his knuckles directly into Executioner’s face. The stairs drop out of Executioner’s hands and fall directly on top of his head, knocking him out completely.

Dollar: Silverwolf…Silverwolf delivering the Magnum Blitz on Executioner. The number one contender for the NHB Championship….he’s getting revenge for that attack from the Pestilence earlier tonight.

And revenge does not end at a simple KO punch on Executioner….Walker wanting to evenly distribute some punishment. He goes right after Wilde and Laymon, who immediately take off running…but not without first snatching up the steel chair. They take Whitman’s weapon away from him while draining his body of blood at the exact same time.

Dollar: As if the Pestilence didn’t do enough already, now they’re taking the chair away and making sure Whitman can’t use it in this match. That was Clarence’s equalizer dammit.

It’s going to take more than the chair carried away by Wilde to even up the odds for Whitman at this point, who’s face is nothing but a puddle of blood. In spite of this, he TRIES to sit up, looking through the crimson flowing down over his eyelids in time to spot Silverwolf rushing up the ramp, in pursuit of the Pestilence.

Foxx: Well love….

The video of Clarence’s bloodletting brings a twisted smile to the face of Ba’al, Foxx and Jaina.

Foxx: It looks like the time has come for your toughest challenge to date.

The sarcastic statement brings an even broader smile to the cheeks of the Prince of Sin.

Ba’al: Indeed….it seems I am in store for quite the trial this evening.

A slight burst of laughter emanates from Jaina as she and Foxx follow the NHB Champion away from the monitor and towards the ring.

And what’s happening in the ring? Why Whitman is already within it, albeit on his elbows and knees, blood pooling on the canvas beneath his lacerated face. Referee Stuart Wright pretends to be checking on his condition, but all the while he’s eyeing a lovely ringside photographer. The familiar intro track for the NHB Champion plays over the speakers to mark the arrival of the champion.

Dollar: This is just too sick for words. Whitman was already fighting an uphill battle tonight given his unfamiliarity in no holds barred matches, but now he’s absolutely bludgeoned by the Pestilence before the match could even get started. Who knows what Ba’al is going to do to the weakened challenger.

The despair has reached an all-time low. All those who have supported the mustachioed movement, now forced to watch as Clarence drops to his stomach, unable to even raise his head to acknowledge the trio on their way to the ring. Jaina and Foxx embark towards the ring with Ba’al following behind, the champion harboring a sick and twisted twinkle in his eyes as his pupils fix on the blood cascading from Whitman’s face.

Dollar: This has to be one of the greatest travesties we’ve ever witnessed.

Ba’al pauses a moment at ringside, but not from pity or doubt, it’s merely so that he can pat the NHB Championship situated over his sister’s shoulder. After making one final embrace with the gold, Ba’al starts up the steps and methodically approaches his wounded prey.

Dollar: Prepare for the most one sided bloodbath you’ve ever witnessed. We saw the Sinistry employ this same tactic at Invictus when Rachel Foxx busted Katelyn Buehler with a gavel before their match could begin, and now the same fate has befallen Whitman. I don’t think he can rally like Katelyn did at Invictus though.

Whitman TRIES to do just that, rally…but his rally only manages to get him up to his elbows and knees before he falls flat on his face once again. Ba’al leans against the ropes and watches him with a condescending expression on his face.

Ba’al: Whitman…Whitman….Whitman….what is to be done with you?

Amazingly Clarence manages to get to his elbows and knees, dragging himself towards the source of this sinister voice.

Ba’al: You challenge me to a match and yet you come so ill-prepared to face me.

A knee is taken, Ba’al dropping down to Whitman’s level and getting a good view of the huge gash presently in Clarence’s scalp.

Ba’al: You begged, you pleaded for a match between you and I, but now, you’ll beg and you’ll plead to get out of this match. You will scream, and you will cry for me to show you mercy. You quill quiver and you will whimper when my wrath is unleashed. Isn’t that what you do best, Whitman? Snivel for me, Whitman…weep….BEG!

The back of Whitman’s neck is employed to hold his head up so that the whites of his eyes become visible beneath the palate of blood.

Ba’al: Oh wait…that’s right…you don’t beg anymore do you? You don’t run from your matches, for the Black Crusade, they’ve inspired you to at long….LOOONG last develop a spine? Let’s test that shall we?

The diabolical Ba’al remains on his knees as he turns his back on the former X-Class Champion.

Ba’al: Come on Whitman….Do your worse…..This is the opportunity you’ve so adamantly requested is it not? So take your chance. Prove your manliness. Show me that the Black Crusade has truly made you more than the same spineless sap we all know you to be.

Clarence can’t even bat his eyes without wanting to scream in pain, so in what world can he possibly take advantage of Ba’al’s posture.

Ba’al: Come along now, Whitman….Don’t continue to be a disappointment. You promised these fans that you would crush me….that you would decimate me…that you would avenge all the wrongs, all of the embarrassments, all of the humiliations you’ve suffered at my hands.

A chuckling Ba’al reaches back and palms Whitman’s face. He shoves him down onto his back.

Ba’al: It is precisely as I thought. You remain a coward….And a nothing of a little man. You are incapable of evolution….You are incapable of growth.

Ba’al turns his back on Whitman once again and extends his arms out to his sides.

Ba’al: Take your shot Whitman….Take your SHOT! Be a man!

Every demand is made between repulsive laughs from Ba’al….

And that laughter continues until Whitman lunges onto Ba’al’s back, takes his arms and applies the Million Dollar Dream sleeper hold.

Dollar: HOLY MOMMA! Whitman has got it….he’s got the Million Dollar Sleeper locked in…locked in on Ba’al!

The number one contender’s mouth shuts, but his eyes widen, filled with shock and surprise. His carotid artery is crushed by the arms of Whitman, who channels every last reserve of strength behind the hold.

Dollar: How is Whitman doing this?

The reaction is absolutely thunderous and results in raised goosebumps upon the arms of the roaring spectators.

Their response is fueling Whitman, who bobs his head with blood flying off of it and dispersing through the air.

Their response is intensifying Whitman’s efforts, who puts even further pressure on the neck of the Prince of Sin.

Dollar: I do not believe this….I never, not in a million years, would have thought Whitman was capable of this.

The blood splattered Whitman continues to employ all of his untapped rage, all of his bottled up emotion, putting everything he’s worth into a hold that has Ba’al buckling. Whitman falls back, but he didn’t collapse….no….he dropped down in order to put Ba’al at an even greater disadvantage. Already the oxygen deprivation is taking its toll….resulting in Ba’al’s face going paler than normal.

Dollar: This….is….unreal.

The crowd agrees with Johnny, their mouths agape in anticipation of seeing Ba’al either tap out or pass out to this hold.

The thought of either option panning out, inspires Whitman to exert even more tremendous, neck snapping pressure on the hold.

Dollar: Even after that beat-down from the Pestilence….even after losing so much blood…Whitman is about to win the NHB Championship.

The fairy tale is about to become a reality….a reality transformed into a nightmare. Just when it seemed that Ba’al’s ego had sealed his fate, he changes his destiny. He pushes up off of the canvas with his feet, flipping over backwards and ending up with the back of his head and shoudlers pressed to Whitman’s chest, pushing him down into a pinning predicament.

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Dollar: Well you gave it your all, Whitman.

Wright is on the verge of slapping the hand for a third time, but he doesn’t even get close before Whitman is kicking out.

Dollar: No.

Ba’al is quite taken aback by Whitman’s kick out, but is even more surprised to find himself STILL trapped in the Million Dollar Dream. Whitman drops to his side and rolls Ba’al over to his seat, stooped behind him and continuing to exert tremendous pressure on the neck.

Dollar: And he’s STILL got that submission locked in! This is insanity.

Things only get crazier when Ba’al wedges his feet to the canvas and pushes back once more. He prepares to go for the same pinning predicament he did a moment ago only for Whitman to shockingly counter the counter into a crucifix style pin.

Dollar: This is how Whitman won at Invictus….this is how he won at Invictus!

Wright drops down into position and makes a count that threatens to blow minds worldwide.

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But the only thing that is blown is Whitman’s pursuit of the gold, as Ba’al manages to kick out.

Dollar: But no, Ba’al managing not to suffer the same fate as his associate, Jonathan Collins.

What Ba’al does suffer is a bionic elbow straight to the top of the head. The moment he kicked out and dropped to his knees, a bloodied Whitman is right on him, delivering one bionic elbow after another, and then another, and then another. The Champion and Number One Contender for the World Title has gone glossy eyed as each of these shots continue to be unleashed across his brow.

Whitman now does something truly inconceivable, utilizing CLOSED FISTS. One punch connects, followed by a second and a third and a fourth. Each shot is delivered straight to the same area of Ba’al’s face, and then into his body.

As Ba’al ascends to his feet, punches unload on his ribs, his stomach, his cheeks…every area within rang eof Whitman’s strikes.

Dollar: Guess that time Whitman spent in the gym before his match with Collins is paying off here, and for more than just a wonderful homage to Rocky III.

The devastating rights and lefts continue to connect, Whitman getting bowling shoe ugly in this match. He finally takes an absolutely stunned Ba’al by the wrist, backs him into the ropes and whips him off into the opposite cables. As the Champion bounces from the ropes and comes charging back in, Whitman bends down in anticipation of catching him when he comes back in.

But Ba’al stops just short of Whitman’s attempted back drop and instead it’s the Prince of Sin’s boot that launches into the air, connecting directly with the bloodied face of his rival.

Whitman stands up straight with eyes rolling to the back of his head and blood splattering through the air. However, Ba’al will only allow Whitman to stand up for so long before he rushes in with a clothesline…a clothesline leading to a crippler crossface….a crippler crossface unleashed by Whitman.

He ducks the lariat and catches the Champion’s inbound arm, forcing him down to the canvas and attempting to lock his hands under his jaw.

Dollar: CROSSFACE! Whitman is now going for the crossface!

The fans and Whitman all realize that if he gets this hold locked in, he could be on his way to crowning a new champion. But Ba’al has other plans….plans that shalt not be altered. He manages to grab Whitman’s hands, pry them away from his jaw and counter by pulling down on his opponent’s wrist.

Whitman falls to his stomach and Ba’al goes flipping over his back, applying the cattle mutilation.

Dollar: What a counter!

The crossface has indeed been countered into the Cattle Mutilation…one that has Whitman on the cusp of submission. Somehow Clarence resists the temptation to immediately give up, screaming at the top of his lungs from the pain, but never uttering the words ‘I QUIT.’

Dollar: How are you doing this Whitman? HOW!?!

Driven by all the insults, by all the degrading accusations about his manliness, Whitman continues to fight that urge to tap out.

The louder the crowd cheers, the more intense Ba’al’s efforts become. He puts even further pressure on the arms until they are ready to snap at the shoulders.

Dollar: Just tap and save your career for God sakes.

Whitman opens his mouth in anticipation of shouting those two magic words, but instead extends his foot, and drops it right over the bottom rope.

Dollar: OH GOD! I don’t….I don’t….this can’t be possible. Whitman actually reached the ropes.

But it doesn’t matter, because with there being no rules, rope breaks are inconsequential.

Dollar: Dammit, I forgot rope breaks mean nothing in this type of environment.

This at last dons on Whitman, prompting him to slide closer and closer to the ropes while still trapped in the Cattle Mutilation, until he’s spilling under the cables. Ba’al is forced to break the hold once Clarence falls to the mats, landing on his knees across the mats. The NHB Champion is a bit flustered at this point, getting to his knees and looking at the blood that cakes his palms. He then uses those hands to reach through the ropes for Whitman, and finds a trash can connecting with his head instead.

Dollar: AAAAH!

Whitman managed to grab a can from under the ring in the nick of time to prove advantageous to him and devastating to Ba’al.

Dollar: Trashcan shot…Trashcan shot from Whitman!

It seems that Whitman COULD enter the ring and put the can to even further use only to have that ambition thwarted by the interference of Jaina. She rushes towards the challenger only to br cut off with a threat from the trashcan elevated above Whitman’s head. Ba’al’s title bearer, jumps back to avoid the wrath of Whitman, but she didn’t have to put a finger on him to inflict harm. The distraction gives Ba’al sufficient recovery time. This is learned when Whitman puts a trashcan on the apron, about to slide into the ring only to have driven back into his chest when Ba’al connects with a baseball slide dropkick to the other-side of it.

Whitman is launched back after having his sternum collapsed by the trashcan, hitting the mats and immediately trying to collect himself.

With blood cascading down his face and his sternum feeling like it’s experiencing the worse case of indigestion ever, Whitman amazingly begins towards his feet….a potentially ill-advised move.

Ba’al waits behind him, with a weapon far more destructive than the trashcan in his clutches. A bladed ring has slid from his pocket and over his knuckle, prepared to embed itself in the flesh of his adversary.

Just as Whitman reaches his feet, Ba’al charges in and prepares to employ the weapon to shave more than the mustache from Whitman’s body. But Clarence saves his trademark stache AND his flesh, by catching the inbound Ba’al with a back drop, sending him flipping him flipping through the air and crashing back first onto the lower section of steel steps.

Dollar: Yaaaah….Whitman with a back-drop….with mother luvin backdrop on Ba’al!

The place is going nuts while Ba’al’s body is going numb, and Whitman is going down to his knees. He scoots across them to the upper half of the steel steps that were dumped on top of Executioner’s head moments ago. Clarence pulls himself up with the stairs to his feet, wiping blood from his eyes. He regains his vision just in time to turn and spot Jaina rushing at him with the title elevated, smacking into his skull….Well, one skull does take damage….but it Jaina’s!

Whitman side steps Frost and catches her with a drop toe hold, sending her plummeting face first into the top half of the stairs.

Dollar: Oh me oh my…now Jaina tasting the steel. And I imagine it doesn’t have a very good fiber content.

It takes all of Whitman’s resolve to pull himself up onto the apron, bearing some extra weight in the process, the trashcan. Now it’s he who is sizing up his prey.

Ba’al crawls away from the steps which caused him so much misfortune, and then finds the trashcan creating even greater detriment. The bloodied Whitman leaps from the apron and slams the can directly unto Ba’al’s skull. The NHB Champion staggers back but does not go down. This allow Whitman to take him by the back of the head and roll him into the ring.

Whitman follows him inside and waits for Ba’al to get to his knees. It takes some doing but the Prince of Sin at last reaches a kneeling base and immediately regrets doing so. His skull is crushed by the trashcan, prompting him to teeter back and forth between knees. Whitman then retracts the can and slams it again over Ba’al’s skull.

Dollar: Whitman wearing Ba’al out with the trashcan….After that attack by Pestilence, I didn’t think this would be possible.

Whitman heaves the trashcan above his head and slams it once more over Ba’al’s cranium. Huge dents liter the surface of the warped can, and the Champion’s skull is just as warped. Clarence now places the trashcan over top of that warped head. He then leaves his feet and dropkicks the can, knocking Ba’al onto his back, still trapped inside of the steel.

He rolls to the center of the ring while Whitman crawls away, towards the turnbuckle. He grabs the ropes, dragging his worn and withered body to its feet. Though his legs threaten to give way, Whitman manages to climb up the turnbuckle

Dollar: I HAVE to be hallucinating at this point. How oh how is Whitman managing to climb the corner?

It is a truly rare sight to see Whitman ascend to the top rope, going high risk not being par for the course for the challenger here tonight He finally gets to his feet on the top rope and prepares to leave them into what may be an epic splash.

He turns with the crowd going absolutely mad and is just about to fly through the air when Foxx lunges to the apron behind him.

Foxx: Time to fly, hero.

Ba’al just slithers out of the trashcan in time to avoid Whitman….who is sent flipping forward off of the turnbuckle thanks to a good shove by Foxx. Ultimately the Challenger crashes upside down into the trashcan, squishing it beneath his body and potentially squishing all of his internal organs as well.

Dollar: OOOOH NO! Whitman into the steel…Whitman into the steel!!

And the slam against the steel has Whitman spent….lying on the trashcan motionless at this point. Ba’al, suffering a list of ailments, crawls into the lateral press and prepares to retain his title.

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And here comes the….NOOOO!…..Whitman launches his shoulder from the canvas before Wright’s hand could connect with the ring.

Dollar: Whitman still fighting…he’s still in this match. What an amazing display of perseverance.

Though he kicked out, Clarence just lays there, able to do little else. Ba’al doesn’t provide any rest, grabbing Whitman around the neck, leading him up to his feet and unto his shoulder. He gets a running start and then delivers a big Michinoku Driver onto the mangled trashcan.

Whitman sits up, batting his eyes, the only white section of his face beneath the thick clotted blood. Ba’al then grabs him by the shoulder, dragging him to his back and falling over his chest.

Dollar: And that had to have done it…it has got to be over at this point.

Wright is about to confirm just that.

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Nay to that confirmation.

To a screech from the crowd, Whitman throws his shoulder out from under the constraining weight of Ba’al.

Dollar: And he just keeps fighting.

The broken body of Whitman is actually crawling away from Ba’al, but doesn’t get very far. The Number One Contender….or Co-Number One Contender, takes Whitman around the neck, leading him along to his feet. He pauses for a moment to acknowledge the screams of the audience.

Fans: WHITMAN! WHITMAN!! WHITMAN!!

Their screams bring a grin to Ba’al’s face.

Ba’al: You cheer your common-man do you? For he is an embodiment of your aspirations….a mirror of your own unfilled desires. You live vicariously through this flawed specimen. He is the very underdog that you root for…that you….

Ba’al only stops speaking when Whitman does the unthinkable, throwing a low blow directly into his crotch.

Dollar: Low blow….LOW BLOW by Whitman!

The ungentlemanly blow has Ba’al doubled over and gasping for air, while Whitman stands up, grabs him around the neck and snaps back into a devastating DDT, right on top of the trashcan. Ba’al flips over to his back, looking knocked into next year…nay the next decade.

To the sheer excitement and astonishment of the crowd, Whitman seems to be getting fired up. He gets to his knees with his whole body shivering, blood flying through the air as he rocks his head and tries to motivate himself to stand up.

Dollar: Whitman really reaching down deep.

And he finds the strength to stand before limping along into the turnbuckle. He slips through the ropes and to the apron before scaling the turnbuckle.

Dollar: Oh no, Whitman….I’m not sure about this. It didn’t work out too well for you the last time.

With the crowd staunchly behind him, Whitman stands up on the turnbuckle, to the same result as before. Foxx lunges to the apron and reaches out to catch Clarence, only to instead catch his boot to her chest. Rachel is sent twisting to the mats below with the gavel falling out of her pocket, while Whitman sends himself flying across the ring into a big splash that connects directly with Ba’al’s worn torn body.

Dollar: He connects! Whitman off the top rope with the biggest of big splashes he’s ever delivered!

The entirety of the Manhattan is absolutely absorbed….finding themselves beyond captivated by the promise of a new NHB Champion being crowned.

Dollar: This is it….Whitman has got Ba’al….Whitman has got his revenge and he’s got the NHB Championship.

Official Wright gets in position and slaps the canvas for the definitive three.

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Whitman’s crowning achievement…..is disrupted by none other than Rachel Frost.

Dollar: No dammit!

Ba’al’s sister-in-law leaps in and drops her forearm across the back of Whitman’s head in the nick of time, breaking up the three count.

Dollar: Sinistry members just keep coming out of the woodworks here. How can Whitman possibly content with the sheer numbers of this group?

Short answer….he can’t…evident as Frost pulls Whitman up to his knees and blasts him straight to the gashed forehead with a thrust kick. The strike knocks the challenger out and frees Frost to set the Challenger up for the big kill. Already Foxx is reading her new sister’s mind, climbing up the turnbuckle while Frost is heaving Whitman up into the air, twisting him into position for the Dead in Tombstone.

Dollar: Not this again…not this same move Frost and Foxx delivered on Buehler at Invictus.

The sorrowful fans watch as Whitman is about to have his neck snapped by this spiked Tombstone piledriver variant.

We see just that, a snap….the crowd SNAPPING out of their funk when Katelyn Buehler comes barreling down the ramp, snatching the gavel dropped by Foxx.

Dollar: BUEHLER-BUEHLER-BUEHLER!!

The gavel instantly cracks Frost between the shoulder blades, causing her to drop Whitman. The debt Buehler owes to Whitman is instantly repaid.

Dollar: Katelyn….after being saved by Whitman earlier tonight, has just paid it forward.

Frost falls to her knees and Foxx comes flying off the turnbuckle into another shot from the gavel, this one connecting with her ribs. Rachel drops to her knees, wrapping herself around her wounded mid-section.

Buehler isn’t through wearing her out with the weapon just yet….pushing Foxx to her stomach, grabbing her arm and extending her hand out over the canvas. She stands on the back of Foxx’s wrist and twirls the gavel around in Buehler’s own palm.

Dollar: Revenge about to be achieved by Buehler….she’s going to crush those fingers the same way Foxx did to her at Last Stand.

The gavel is retracted in anticipation of shattering every last phalange. But her motivation for revenge has blinded her to the actions of the other Rachel.

Frost rushes in behind Buehler and delivers a big axehandle smash to her upper back, knocking her down to the canvas.

Dollar: Damn…Frost saves Foxx.

The fans are equally as outraged as Dollar regarding Frost’s timely intervention. The blow to the back of Buehler, allows Rachel to help Foxx to her feet, her soon to be sister-in-law still clutching her wounded ribcage. She then rolls Foxx to the outside mats and follows her along, helping her sister up as the two flee to the backstage area.

Much like Silverwolf chased the Pestilence out of the building, now Buehler gives hot pursuit to the Rachel’s.

Dollar: Katelyn has just taken care of Frost and Foxx. Silverwolf has taken out the Pestilence. Whitman took out Jaina Frost with that drop toe hold into the steps. There is nobody left….Ba’al is on his own…..and OOOOH NO!

Once again Whitman has reached his feet and is discovering that one last gas. He begins to channel all his remaining aggression into Ba’al, turning just in time to have the gavel swung directly into his face.

Dollar: Ba’al driving the gavel into Whitman’s head!!

The crowd is mortified by the sound of gavel thudding against skull and the sight of Whitman thudding against canvas. Ba’al throws the gavel out of the ring and then drops into the lateral press, throwing himself across Whitman’s chest and wedging an elbow to the huge wound in his opponent’s forehead that has only been widened at this point.

Dollar: Whitman’s demons have conquered him tonight.

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In his first defense of the title, Ba’al has managed to emerge…..with one of the most plausible near-falls imaginable. Whitman gets his shoulder up a mere half second before the third slap of the canvas.

Dollar: No….no-frackin-way did that just happen!

The crowd is absolute hysterics at this point and even Ba’al is losing his calm.

He is consumed by sheer disbelief as he stares down at the hurt Whitman.

Dollar: What is it going to take?

A Totalis perhaps?

Ba’al slithers into position, watching with snake like eyes as Whitman valiantly struggles towards his feet….His legs don’t want to cooperate with him, and his body is drained of all its remaining strength, yet he still compels himself to stand.

He has just straightened his spine before Ba’al lunges into the air, catches him around the neck and unleashes hell….or to be more precise….finds himself enduring hell. Ba’al’s Totalis is encountered into the CROSSFACE!

Whitman plucks his bloodied skull out of Ba’al’s clutches and forces him down to the canvas.

Dollar: A counter! A counter that could make Whitman the champion!

The Challenger’s hand clamp around Ba’al’s chin, rearing back and exerting tremendous pressure o the number one contender.

Fans: TAP! TAP! TAP!

And that’s just what Ba’al is about to do….lifting his hand into the air.

Dollar: Whitman about to become the first man to make Ba’al submit.

His hand falls towards the canvas but clinches into a fist just before he can submit.

Dollar: Not just yet it seems.

Ba’al scoots across his stomach towards the ropes, searching for salvation. With an extension of his foot the NHB Champion hooks his toes around the bottom cable.

Dollar: Unfortunately, Ba’al reaches the rope….oh wait a minute.

The crossface is not broken and Wright does not coerce Whitman to release Ba’al either, considering that rope breaks are irrelevant in a no holds barred confrontation.

Dollar: That’s right…..I forgot….this happened earlier to Whitman….Even reaching the ropes won’t save Ba’al.

The blood splattered Whitman continues to wrench back on the jaw and put significant strain on Ba’al’s neck. He is on the cusp of submission, his fingers shaking above the ring, his will tested by a man overwhelmed with revenge. The determined Clarence puts every fiber of his being behind the hold…a hold that will help him achieve his vindication.

Though that vindication is not yet achieved because Ba’al manages to crawl under the ropes and force the hold to be broken as he collapses to the outside mats.

Dollar: Whitman so unbelievably close to earning the submission….I thought he had Ba’al there for sure.

Whitman crawls to the center of the ring, at an absolute loss, unsure what he’s going to do next. But Ba’al has a clear plan of attack, hinging on the NHB Championship belt being slid to him by his half conscious sister. Ba’al takes the belt and rolls into the ring.

Dollar: Jaina tossing Ba’al his belt…..Whitman about to get as close to it as he ever will.

Ba’al rolls into the ring and although his shoulder is aching, he manages to lift the title, rush across the ring and swing the belt. It connects…..it being the gavel in Whitman’s hands. Ba’al finds his ribs bludgeoned by the blow, causing him to drop the belt and fall to his knees.

Dollar: Whitman with the gavel….the gavel right off of Ba’al’s stomach!

The rib shattering shot is not all Whitman has in store for Ba’al, staggering back but eventually collecting himself….collecting himself in anticipation of delivering a concussing blow from the gavel.

Dollar: Use that gavel, Whitman….USE IT!

Clarence looks down at the gavel, then to the back of Ba’al’s head, realizing that this is it….his golden ticket. He is so fixated on this final blow, as well as the fans, that nobody acknowledges Jonathan Collins jogging through the crowd with a steel chair in hand.

Fans: HIT HIM! HIT HIM! HIT HIM!

This is one request Whitman has no trouble fulfilling, raising the gavel, rushing forth and swinging. The weapon finds itself traveling towards Ba’al’s skull but never reaching its target. Whitman’s wrist is caught from behind, and now he’s being spun around right into an absolutely devastating chair shot delivered by Collins.

Dollar: It’s Collins…..Collins using the chair that the Pestilence stole from Whitman!

The steel bounces with incredible force off of Whitman’s skull, and yet he is still standing….Though that stubbornness proves to be detrimental. Ba’al lunges into the air behind Whitman, catches him around the neck and delivers the Totalis.

Dollar: And it set up for the Totalis!!

Collins vacates the ring, dropping to the mats, jumping the barricade and running back through the crowd while Ba’al drags his battle tested body over the extremely blooded Whitman, managing to hook his legs.

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The hand comes down for the three….bringing an end to Whitman’s pursuit for vengeance here tonight.

Dollar: Man oh man…what a match here tonight. Whitman and Ba’al….they just tore each other to pieces for the NHB Championship…with Whitman channeling a totally different aspect of himself tonight in a valiant attempt to lay claim to the title.

In spite of coming up short, Whitman still managed to vindicate himself in the eyes of the fans, and perhaps even the eyes of Ba’al. The individual the champion faced tonight was definitely not the lesser being, the weakling and wimp that the Prince of Sin chalked Whitman up to be. It took far more than Ba’al ever thought he would have to put into this match to retain the gold….having to fight for everything he was worth. But thanks to his endless parade of family and supporters, Ba’al rolls from the ring with the gold still in his clutches.

Dollar: That’s right Ba’al…you fought a MAN tonight.

An exhausted Ba’al backs up the ramp with Jaina limping along beside him, still holding her forehead after that drop toe hold into the steel. Ba’al is far worse for wear, nearly buckling as he holds the NHB title above his head. Yet even still he manages to flap his gums.

Ba’al: How dare you, Whitman….how dare you give these fans that false glimmer of hope. How dare you make them believe that they can rise above anything more than their current loathsome stations in life. You made them believe that a mortal man could rise to become a hero….but like all ‘heroes’ who rise in defiance against my Sinistry, you have been a vanquished and you have disappointed these people who are so eager to believe in your misguided fallacies.

The NHB Champion and his sister continue to back up the ramp and finally make their exit, leaving a bloodied Whitman in the ring. Even after the chair shot to his skull coupled with the Totalis, Clarence gets to his knees, and has the fans on their feet, delivering a standing ovation.

Dollar: Whitman being shown the respect he’s earned here tonight after one of the gutsiest performances I think any of us have ever witnessed.

The blood clotting his eyes is brushed aside with the back of his hand as Whitman remains kneeling, realizing that he came so incredibly close….but in spite of not winning the title…he has at last won respect for himself.

Speaking of respect, Aaron Harrison has none for anyone, save for the lady presently blocking his way to the ring.

Mika: Where are you going, my Cowboy?

As if the answer wasn’t obvious, considering the tape around his wrists and the pad being slid over his elbow.

Harrison: Really, my Mika, we both already know the answer to that question.

Mika: Tell me you’re not going to that ring.

Harrison: Then I would have to lie, and you know how I feel about liars.

He tries to walk around her…optimal word being ‘tries.’

Mika: You can’t go out there.

Harrison: I have a match my Mika, and an obligation to all our loyal Blacklist sympathizers. They expect me to compete tonight, and I’m not about to disappoint them.

Mika: But….but….your walking into a trap…don’t you realize that? Don’t you realize Orlando will be waiting for you out there?

Harrison: Oh…I’m counting on it my Mika.

Mika: Have you not seen what Orlando has done to Lukie, what he did to my cousin?

Harrison: What? Do you expect me to cower?

Mika: No.

Harrison Do you think I should flee?

Mika: Errrm no.

Harrison: Then what?

The hands that held Harrison in place, slide up and cup his cheek.

Mika: I expect you to use your big sexy brain, my Cowboy.

Instead of using his brain, Harrison thinks with another piece of his anatomy, moving his lips to Mika’s throat and sucking on her carotid.

Harrison: My dearest Mika, what makes you think I already haven’t been putting my brain to use?

Mika: Oh?

Harrison: Our experiment with Nikoali wasn’t the last of my collaborations tonight.

Kozlov tries to figure out what he means by that comment before seeing the IPhone in his palm,

Mika: Spencer.

Her diamond eyes shines.

INVICTUS

Legion holds the knee brace of Taylor Chase in his hands and stands over a nearly crippled World Champion.

Dollar: There are no lengths these athletes will not go to in order to win at Invictus.

Cassidy Cage is standing over Abigail Lindsey with her arms stretched to her sides for a hug.

Marie Jones has Romeo positioned for the Vindicator.

Brittany Lohan has Alana Starr positioned for the Final Solution.

And Rose Savior is dragging Mika Kozlov down into the Crown of Thorns on top of Hell in a Cell.

Ba’al: It has truly been a splendid event, yes?

With a sweaty brow and a number of contusions, Ba’al sits on an antiquated chair backstage, flanked by his family and all those in the sphere of the Sinistry’s influence.

Foxx: It would have gone better had Whitman not interfered in the crucifixion of the whore.

Rachel makes this statement while seated across the lap of the No Holds Barred Champion, her forehead wedged against his own.

Wilde: And if the old Gray-Wolf hadn’t stopped us from crippling Whitman in retaliation.

Jessica makes this statement while kneeling on the floor, the only of the Pestilence members with the courage to look up and speak to their master.

Rachel Frost: Kirian still retained his title, darlin’, so all is forgiven.

Ba’al: Yes, and in spite of their greatest efforts, neither Whitman, Buehler, nor the old Gray-Wolf, were capable of disrupting our plans. Hahaha, the fools are still blind…

Collins: Those sinful simpletons have no idea what’s REALLY going on right under their noses.

Collins makes this statement while pacing behind the backs of the kneeling Pestilence members.

Ba’al: Of course not, for their minds are too consumed with their sinful lust for wrath.

Foxx: They know nothing of wrath.

All of Foxx’s knuckles are pulled to Ba’al’s lips, kissing one after another.

Ba’al: The IWC’s illustrious World Champion, she will learn though….and at great cost.

Collins: She finds out tonight.

Ba’al: For the event meant to commemorate her reign, will fittingly see the end of it.

Frankie: Ooooh really?

All eyes turn towards the doorway, save for those belonging to the Pestilence, who stare to the floor. Before long Paradise, the man who lingers into the doorway, also examines the floor beneath the knees of Layon, Wilde and Executioner once he realizes its covered in broken shards of glass.

Frankie: Jesus, what kind of kinky shit did I just walk into the middle of?

Rachel Frost: Sweetheart, ya may just wanna state your reason for being here.

Ba’al: I would advise doing so expeditiously.

It takes Paradise a moment to wrap his mind around the macabre image of the Pestilence members kneeling upon broken glass.

Frankie: Ummmmm..yeeeaaah….all this tricky-dicky shit you’ve all been up to….It stops right now.

Ba’al: Does it? Because you demand it?

Frankie: That’s right, I’m the authority around here, and I’m ordering you all to stay away from Taylor Chase’s World Title celebration tonight.

Foxx: YOU? The authority? Laughable.

Ba’al: Indeed…and don’t bite the hand that feeds, Paradise. For the only reason you hold any throne of power in the iWC, is because the Sinistry has allowed it…

There’s a reason Paradise is still standing in the doorway and cautiously holds it open behind him.

Rachel Frost: To my understand, we’ve only allowed you to be in power on account of your blissful ignorance.

Ba’al: Yes, as to date, your willingness to turn a blind eye to the Sinistry’s actions has proven quite advantageous to us….but I’m afraid your usefulness has run its course…for now we have another tool that will ensure the Sinistry acts with total imputnity…

Frankie: Yadda-yadda-yadda….I hope you know the entire time you were talking I was looking at Foxx’s thighs….So can It, ya dig?

Instead of jealousy, Ba’al reacts with a smirk.

Ba’al: Well I certainly cannot blame you for admiring the ravishing beauty that is Rachel Foxx, much as you cannot blame me for using this title ceremony tonight to send a message to the beloved World Champion.

Frankie: It’s not happening. And as far as this whole ‘impunity’ thing goes…that ain’t crappening either. As of this moment, you can all consider yourselves a bunch of Rebel Wilson’s skating on extremely thin ice. So if any you decide to TRY in interfere in that ceremony, I will strip you, Ba’al, of BOTH the NHB Championship AND your Number One Contendership.

Instead of wrath, Ba’al reacts with a chuckle.

Ba’al: Very well….Are you through?

Frankie: You just try to test me tonight, Cannibal Holocaust, and you’ll regret it.

Ba’al: Oh Franklin, that’s where your wrong…for when you live a life without sin…you have no regrets.

AARON HARRISON VS. ROMEO DAMASCUS

A choir is already producing a heavenly melody in the background as Romeo makes his way down the ramp in anticipation of his mightiest challenge to date.

Dollar: Man…it seems that Whitman wasn’t the only one who grew a sack. We’re seeing a different side of Paradise here tonight….Ever since Hell in a Cell, he’s seemingly developed a spine. But are we about to see a spine broken in a few moments when Romeo here takes on his toughest challenge to date?

Romeo, the man who came up short in the Invictus four way, looks to rebound by potentially scoring a victory over the ever so elusive Aaron Harrison. Damascus is about to do just that, sliding through the ropes, in store for quite the war tonight.

Dollar: Romeo had a major opportunity slip through his fingers at the biggest pay-per-view of the year, but tonight, he has another big opportunity should he defeat the maniacal Harrison.

Can Romeo do that? Can he vanquish one of the most destructive forces on the entire IWC roster? And can he do it alone? We WON’T have to find out the answer to that question.

Orlando: Aaron, your time has run out.

The place reacts with fervor at the sight of the Icon stepping down the ramp…and much like during Whitman’s entrance, Orlando carries along his weapon of mass destruction, a kendo-stick.

Dollar: Uh-oh…looks to me like Romeo won’t even get a chance to pick up that big win tonight, because Harrison is never going to make it past Orlando.

The President stops directly at the end of the ramp, ensuring that Harrison will have go through him to reach the ring.

Orlando: No more running…no more hiding behind others….you are going to fight me….and you are going to fight me right here, right now, right in front of all these New Yorkers…

Yep, somehow even when emotionally overwhelmed, Orlando manages to work in a cheap-pop.

Orlando: The Manhattan Center is about to be ground zero for the final battle between Orlando Cruze and the Blacklist….The end comes tonight…And it only ends when I stand over your broken, crumpled body Harrison, while your head is impaled on the end of this kendo-stick.

The weapon is held up high, eliciting a greater pop.

Orlando: So Harrison, you’ve got one of two choices. Either you continue to hide backstage and take a forfeit loss to Romeo, or you come out here and we settle this….

Spencer: That’s where your wrong, Orlando, because there’s a third option.

The voice of Spencer Klein, the very man that tased Orlando in the cheek at Invictus, fills the arena, but there is no sight of him. That is until the Cartel-tron flashes to life, revealing Spencer Klein standing outdoors, holding an IPhone camera up to his face.

Spencer: You’ve always been so narrow minded, Orlando, much like everyone who has stigmatized and disparaged against the Blacklist. You think you know Harrison, Montgomery and Kozlov, and all they are capable of. But you have no idea, Cruze, you have no clue what lengths they can stoop to when they truly put their minds to it. You should have learned this on day one, when Kellen Jeffries laid there in the center of that ring and burned alive. And you should have been reminded of it, when I took a taser and on behalf of my family, I positively electrified you.

The mentioning of the tasing has Orlando flashing white hot….about to enter full Kill Bill mode. If only Spencer were in the building, instead of in some undisclosed location.

Spencer: But no…you’re still convinced that when you fight the Blacklist, you’re dealing with men and women. You’re wrong. For we’re not driven by ambition. We’re not driven by celebrity. We’re not driven by love or acceptance. We’re driven by an all-consuming need for pain. To see others suffer. So the Blacklist isn’t comprised of men and women…for men and women, they worry about crossing lines…They fear alienating others…They want to go out and be just another sheep, another member of the mindless herd. But the Blacklist…we’re the wolves….and we feast on the sheep….Sheep that delude themselves into believing that was just a rustling in the bushes…that it was just the wind….when really…it’s the Blacklist….ready to feast upon the carrion.

Cruze goes increasingly aggravated and impatient, really wanting to hit someone with the cane.

Spencer: You still think the Blacklist is capable of holding back, but they can’t be tamed…not the group that I BRED!

The IPhone pulls back to reveal the can of gasoline in Klein’s opposite hand.

Spencer: I think you need another reminder, Orlando.

The very beach front bungalow that has become the private sanctum for Orlando Cruze and Taylor Chase comes into view.

Spencer: Such a beautiful home, filled with so many beautiful things and so many beautiful memories….But much like your entire world, Orlando, it’s all going to come burning down…

Orlando: No….nooooo….

Orlando is having an out of body experience as he sees the trail of gas leading from Spencer’s feet, to the front door of his beachfront hacienda.

Spencer: You foolishly believed Mika wouldn’t disclose to me the location of your love shack with Taylor Chase? See, yet again you misjudged a member of the Blacklist as being capable of conscious. Your belief that the Blacklist contains even a shred of humanity, is why you will lose to them again, and again, and why everything you believe in…be it your misguided morals and idealism….will go up in flames.

There is nothing Orlando can do but watch as the gasoline can is lowered so that Spencer can remove a lighter from his pocket and throw it towards the house. The flame ignites and shoots towards the front door, immediately engulfing it in flames. The IPhone then turns back towards Spencer’s face, capturing the dread embedded in his black eyes.

Spencer: The Blacklist sends their regards.

The signal is cut, but Orlando is already racing up the ramp before he even hears these final chilling words. Hopefully Cruze can get to his cellphone and contact authorities to save the home shared between himself and Taylor.

Dollar: This is not……what…I was…expecting at all.

It’s not what ANYONE was anticipating, especially the President of the IWC. Even Romeo looks mildly perturbed by the footage he was forced to endure.

Dollar: The home of Orlando Cruze and World Champion Taylor Chase, it just…it just was sent up in flames by Spencer Klein…apparently by request of Aaron Harrison.

And we don’t have to wait long to see one of the masterminds behind this collaborative case of arson.

How does Harrison make his entrance? By use of a taser, a device he wedges to the spine of a distracted Romeo…..sending electrical currents dispersing throughout his body.

Dollar: Harrison! Harrison, he’s tasing…HE’S TASING ROMEO!

The fans haven’t even fully gotten over their outrage over seeing Spencer set fire to the Cruze family estate before bearing witness to this reprehensible assault via taser.

Romeo twitches and gyrates, yet somehow remains on his feet just long enough to turn, totally absent of thought and foaming at the mouth into a boot to the gut. Harrison hooks both of Romeo’s arms and heaves him up into the air before at last dumping him straight across the back of his head with the Hybrid Theory.

Dollar: First the taser, and now the Hybrid Theory! There truly is no ends to the depravity of the Blacklist.

After this dangerous planting of Romeo’s neck against the canvas, Harrison manages to crawl intot he lateral press. Official Ingelson slides into the ring, neck brace, arm cast all, and makes the count with his one good remaining limb.

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Dollar: This is seriously how this is going to end?

Yep.

3!

The fans couldn’t be any more hostile if Harrison had come out and skinned an entire litter of puppies….cute puppies…not those ugly Chinese crested Chihuahua mixes either.

Dollar: Romeo caught completely unaware and unassuming. Harrison caught him from behind with that taser, and then that set him up for the Hybrid Theory.

Though Romeo is showing no signs of life after the Hybrid Theory, Harrison is enlivened. He stands up and approaches the ropes, snapping his fingers as he insists on the use of a microphone.

Dollar: Ooooh don’t make it worse, Harrison, please! Haven’t you done enough already?

Aaron takes a cloth out of his pocket and dabs it across it brow, as if the match actually made him break a sweat.

Harrison: Thanks for pushing me to my limits tonight, Romeo. I think we just gave these people the five star classic they’ve been begging for.

The cynicism is not wasted on an increasingly harsh audience.

Harrison: And thank you, Spencer Klein, for overlooking your anger directed at the Blacklist to help make all of this a possibility.

He gestures towards the twitching Romeo on the canvas, who is now receiving medical aid from several EMTs.

Harrison: Although Spencer will no doubt embellish further on his role within the Blacklist….I can tell you that he is the patriarch of this family…And like any good father, he has to crack down on his children from time to time…but not to tear them down….it’s so that he can build them up. And the Blacklist, with Klein beside us, will rise to whole new levels….or in his words….stoop to whole new lows.

He points to the Cartel-tron, reminding everyone of the heinous footage aired moments earlier.

Harrison: The man has already been quite influential in guiding us. At Invictus….he assisted us in our victory over Orlando…and therein lies a problem. Spencer told us as much. We never should have been so dependent on him to defeat Cruze..and the fact that Orlando managed to show up for Taylor Chase’s post match celebration later that night, was also cause for contention. There shouldn’t have been ANYTHING left of the Icon….let alone enough to manage to celebrate with Chase….So even in victory, it made us look inferior…..in my eyes, and in the eyes of Spencer Klein. So what’s one to do? How am I to make this right? By accepting Orlando’s challenge?

A sneer…yep…that same damn sneer that has become so accustomed to Harrison’s face, returns.

Harrison: So that I can cripple him to the point where he can never celebrate again? Hmmmm….would that appease Spencer? Would that appease the voice in the back of my head that tells me that I let my family down? Will that put our MOVEMENT back on the right trac….?

The image of Aaron Harrison is distorted, and his maniacal words are abruptly cut short. That same chilling video of a church seated on a hill overtakes the screen. The eroded walls are there…the overgrown vegetation is there….the fire pit shooting light into the night air is there…and two shadows cast upon a wall are visible.

Voice: My brothers…my sisters…my children…

This is no longer a voice-over, it can actually be heard emanating from the church.

Voice:….All your lives you have fought against your sinister urges, your dark desires…you have struggled to live a righteous life. But no more. That struggle ends tonight. Your fight to maintain humanity, is a battle that no longer need be waged. For the Movement….has…..COMETH.

The camera that encroaches upon the church suddenly spins around, violently whipped into a close up on an irritated eye, and a dilated pupil.

A piercing scream cuts through the still of the night.

The video stops playing and we are brought back to the ring where Aaron Harrison finds himself with an expression of…shock? His eyes fixed on the head of Romeo Damascus flung over top of a shield. Blood gushes from the multiple lacerations in Damascus’s skull into the engravings of the black shield that props his mutilated face. And even more disturbing is the visual of a man kneeling beside the sacrificial lamb that is Damascus, holding a goblet that catches Romeo’s blood as it runs over the edges of the shield.

Harrison is legitimately surprised by this startling visual, and even more surprised that the gentleman holding the goblet doesn’t even seem to register Aaron as being there. His eyes….or what are SUPPOSED to be eyes, stare only into the liquid that pools in the sacred cup.

Billy: Amanda-Amanda….Hey!

Amanda Blayze had her nose buried in a book….surprisingly people still read those things….and was about half way into the parking lot before being caught up to by a huffing and puffing Billy Mayne. He doubles over, trying to catch his breath.

Blayze: Yeeeeess?

Billy: Hey there…Billy-Billy Mayne.

He extends his hand for a shake…only to find the gesture not being reciprocated.

Blayze: How about that.

These words are spoken as wryly as possible.

Billy: Now-now…control yourself…I know you’re amazed to be in the company of the former Head of Media Relations, and the NEWEST member of the backstage correspondent pool, considering Comeau’s bender has put him on the shelf….

Blayze: Oh….so you’re here for an interview then? Because I was just on my way out of the building.

Billy: I-I promise I’ll make this short.

Blayze: That’s a promise you had better keep.

Billy: First, congratulations for being the first person interviewed in my auspicious return….

Blayze: Oh lord….can’t you get the puppet to do this interview instead?

Billy: Now that we’ve got that out of the way…the world HAS to know….what are your thoughts on the announcement that Brittany Lohan’s contract has expired?

Amanda’s response, no response at all.

Billy: An announcement that pretty much negates your submission over Pearson at Invictus that guaranteed you a future one on one match with Lohan.

Her lack of a verbal reply has Billy growing increasingly timid.

Billy: How do you feel knowing that all your hardwork at Invictus was for absolutely nothing?

The silence persists until the mood is lightened by a smile tentatively forming on Amanda’s lips.

Blayze: So you actually BUY this story?

Instead of being timid, Billy is now confused.

Billy: What story?

Blayze: This bill of goods Brittany is trying to feed everyone. Honestly, if you’re a reporter, you should know better than to believe everything you read on the internet.

Billy: But I have it on very good authority that this isn’t one of those dirt sheet rumors. EVERYONE has been talking about it here tonight.

Blayze: Idle gossip.

Billy: Are you in denial or something?

Blayze; Nooo, I’m being smart. I know how Brittany operates. I stood by and watched her manipulate and toy with Alana Starr for months, subjecting her to the uncertainty that Starr would finally have her one on one match against Lohan. But it was all to get into Alana’s head, to warp her mind, to throw her off of her game. Cause see, Brittany is just as dangerous cerebrally as she is physically. But I’m not about to play this game, I’m not falling into this trap.

Billy: But there’s no refuting it…she’s gone….

Blayze: Yeah, just like she wasn’t in the building at Last Stand? And remind me, how did that pan out? Oh yeah, she showed up at the last second and screwed Alana out of a potential rumble win. Face it…Brittany is playing you and everyone else like fools, and I refuse to be toyed around with and manipulated any longer.

Billy is seemingly incapable of grappling with this stubborn denial.

Billy: You do realize that even Orlando Cruze has confirmed Brittany’s departure, right?

Blayze: Orlando’s just another unwitting pawn, nothing more.

Billy: You honestly think Lohan would go through so much trouble, just for you?

He really…really needs a better filter.

Blayze: Excuse me?

Billy: Ummm…maybe that came out wrong.

Surprisingly Blayze does not lash out and maintains a calm aura.

Blayze: You don’t believe this is all a set up by Lohan? I’ll prove it.

Amanda takes off into the parking lot….on a mission.

Cameras return to the traumatized fans, who find themselves in a shocked hush.

They feel more violated than any child invited on a Michael Jackson sleep-over.

Dollar: What a bizarre turn of events we just witnessed….and I’m glad to see that I’m not the only one stunned….Just look at the expressions of these fans…..We’re all pretty much speechless after the “MOVEMENT” began.

MOMENTS AGO

First we’re treated to an image of Harrison tasing Romeo, before following it up with the Hybrid Theory.

Dollar: What a bad night for Romeo….First he was scheduled to compete against Harrison, only to get TAZED….then things just got odd.

The footage produced by the Movement is relived and culminates to a exsanguinated Romeo lying over a shield, with his blood coursing through the engraving of the steel and dropping down into a goblet held by a shadowy figment knelt beside Damascus.

Dollar: Whatever the Movement is….and whomever is behind this….they just drained Romeo right in the middle of the ring in a scene that even surprised Harrison.

Dollar: And speaking of surprising….

Those shocked fans part out of the way of Silas Mason and Kelcey Wallace, who make their way down the steps.

Dollar: It’s Silas Mason and former SCW World Champion Kelcey Wallace….We saw these two interfere in the main event at Invictus….And I can only assume that they’re here for what’s scheduled to happen next. That being the Taylor Chase title celebration.

Security instantly gets in the way of Silas, trying to cut him off only for his fingers to snap and tickets to go slipping into them. Wallace hands him two front row tickets to the event, which he then shoves into the scrawnier of the guards who tried to keep him from getting anywhere close to the ring. Once security confirms that the tickets are authentic, they step out of the way and let the Stetson wearing Silas and the very well dressed Kelcey, take their respective seats.

Dollar: Well ladies and gentlemen, up next we’re scheduled to see the Taylor Chase title celebration….but now things have just gotten even more interesting with the addition of Silas Mason and Kelcey Wallace at ringside.

Silas snaps his fingers until a twenty slips between them, one that he hands to the nearest vendor….getting hold of a giant salted pretzel.

Taylor Chase prepares to close the show the same way it opened, with a giant smile on her face. With the World Heavyweight Title over her shoulder and an IPhone in her palm, she heads down the corridor and towards the ring to be shown her due respect. Though her phone manages to complicate matters….blasted technology….Apparently playing Candy Crush for the duration of the night taxed the battery to the point where it has been completely drained.

Dollar: And there we see Taylor….who from the looks of things doesn’t seem to have any idea what the Blacklist just did to her home with Orlando.

She wanted so badly to send some tweets throughout her celebration, but the phone won’t switch back on….the battery deceased.

Dollar: It’s probably for the best that Chase-Cruze has no clue what happened to her house, because she’s not going to want to miss a moment of this big celebration coming up NEXT!

Fans are gathered outside of the Manhattan Center, some taking a smoke break, and others turned away at the doors. But even those who couldn’t make it into the building still get in on the fun…fun being the sound of screeching tires in the distance.

Focus shifts from cigarettes and half empty beer cans to the Lamborghini Aventador that comes racing towards the Manhattan Center. It stops dead in the middle of the street and begins to do donuts kicking up smoke from its back tires.

The fans begin to cheer at the sight of the incredibly expensive Lamborghini producing these tricks. And they are given even more cause for screaming when the door to the car opens and William Mason exits. The outdoor fans begin to gather around the car that William climbs up on top of, standing above the spectators with a megaphone in his hands.

William: Powerful…intelligent…..wealthy….these are just some of the adjectives used to describe William Mason….And now you can associate another adjective with yours truly….UNDEFEATED!

Many of the fans are hooping and hollering….creating quite the ruckus.

William: At the grand spectacle, the streak began, one that will continue not only from year to year at Invictus, but from every single Riot and New-Age in between. Mark my words, William Mason will do what no one else ever has….I will NEVER be pinned, I will never be forced to submit…I will stand triumphant after every encounter….I will put together a legendary winning streak highlighted by victory year after year at Invictus and culminating to the crowning of a new World Heavyweight Champion.

A wink, a nod, and a smile.

William: That’s right, soon enough, Mason WILL have it all….and that includes the World Heavyweight Championship!

After making this bold proclamation, Mason points to the Manhattan Center, where another bold display is witnessed. An explosion of pyrotechnics shoot from the roof of the building and then a huge canopy drops down, revealing a photoshopped portrait of William Mason holding the IWC World Heayweight Title over his shoulder while striking a thinking man’s posture, fingers cupping his jaw. The words “SOON TO BE THE FACE OF THE IWC” written across this nauseating image.

Silas Mason, owner of Silas Wordwide, and Kelcey Wallace, one of his many clients, remain fixed to their front row seats with nachos now propped on the advisor’s knee-cap.

Dollar: Big statement made here tonight by William Mason on the heels of his victory over former World Champion, Hurse….He’s making his desires for the big title known, but Silas Mason might have something to say about that considering that Taylor Chase is now under the umbrella of his influence.

Silas’ eyes stare forth from behind his dark sunglasses, observing all the decorations set in place for tonight’s festivities. Everyone prepares for the fun and hullaballoo about to follow as the title celebration commences.

Dollar; And now ladies and gentlemen….it’s time…time for the Taylor Chase Title Celebration.

Standing amongst the streamers, amongst the bouquets of flowers and a number of structures covered in tarps, is ring announcer Thomas Boll.

Thomas: Lady and gentlefolk, time now for celebration. Please, be kind, welcome the….

Adam Chase: Number One Contender, LUCAS KNIGHT!

The fans react as bad as a spastic colon at the sight of Lucas Knight stepping to the stage with Alana Starr at one side, and his agent Adam Chase at the other.

Dollar: Say what now?

The trio head towards the ring with Adam taking point.

Chase: Because the time has come for Lucas APPRECIATION NIGHT!

Dollar: Uhhhh…again…what?

Chase Global heads up the steps and into the ring while Adam pauses on the apron, grimacing towards Silas Mason.

Dollar: Is Chase Global seriously hijacking Taylor Chase’s title celebration?

You betcha they are.

Lucas steps to the center of the ring where stagehands have set a stool up for him.

Alana takes the liberty of dusting off the stool so that Knight’s bottom can be unsullied by any dirt.

Adam takes the liberty of doing his best Paul Bettany, a Knight’s Tale impersonation, by hyping the already overhyped.

Chase: We come together tonight to honor the accolades of the most legendary athlete in this industry’s illustrious history…..

The agent’s palm falls on his client’s shoulder.

Chase: Lucas Knight’s influence on professional wrestling will be felt well beyond his retirement. For his, is the only legacy that transcends wrestling and crosses over into multiple industries. Everyone knows who Lucas Knight is….from the TMZ reporters hiding in his bushes, to Hollywood Agents dying to recruit his beautiful face for celluloid….Everyone wants a piece of Lucas….everyone wants to be part of his epic, legendary legacy. A-List celebs, they want cred by hobnobbing with Knight. Sporting stars come to the court, or race to the field to the tracks of Lucas Knight’s entrance theme….Why, because they all want to be associated with a man who is BIGGER than professional wrestling….The Infamous Legend…..Britain’s greatest import….the past, the present, and without a doubt, the FUTURE of this sport….Lukas Knight!

A grin forms on Knight’s face thanks to this epic of introductions. Yet before he has a chance to ham it up….Adam turns focus to the Cartel-tron….which fills with the cheesiest inspirational video ever produced.

To the tracks of “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey we see pictures of Lucas Knight as a child….and then we watch his evolution over time….We see him as a youth standing alongside many wrestling legends of yesteryear in various locker-rooms spread all over England…following his father as daddy dearest plied his craft from venue to venue.

With every photograph Lucas gets bigger and bigger, older and wiser, buffer and buffer, more and more adept to the grappling arts.

Old videos show him being trained by many of the legends that he was photographed alongside as a child. All this preparation culminates to his epic debut on American soil.

The inspirational montage showers us with images of Knight hanging out with Pete Ebdon and Aaron Simon Kalis, the group known as the Order of Chaos. This is followed by shots of his association with the members of Infamous. And predictably we then see him holding up a number of famed championships, from the United States, to the Underground, to the biggest of the big, the World Heavyweight Title.

A handkerchief has been handed to Knight so that he can pretend to wipe his eyes and blow his nose. Alana soothes her emotional boyfriend, rubbing his upper back and giving his hair a tussle.

Lucas: If I possessed ovaries, we would all be in trouble right now.

Chase: I know your touched, Lucas. You’ve led a career that many would love to emulate, but no one will ever be able to duplicate. You are truly an original….a one kind of athlete defying the limitations and the expectations of this industry. You’ve held multiple titles…and the respect of both fans and peers for decades. Many women have loved you, many men have tried to be you, and every wrestler in this business is envious of you. You are timeless….you are infamous…..you are Lucas Knight….and this is the moment where you are at long last shown the appreciation befitting a man of your magnificence.

The microphone is handed over to Knight, who tries to speak over the sounds of a retching audience.

Knight: I don’t know what to say. I guess a thank you is in order….

Alana: Don’t thank anyone, Lucas. Because mi amor, you deserve this…and have deserved this recognition for a very long time. Which you proved at Invictus when you overcame all the obstacles to become Number One Contender….

Knight’s pompous smile returns.

Chase: Which means that very soon, we’ll be seeing images like these again.

One of the objects covered in a tarp is revealed, Chase pulling away the sheet to show a stature of Lucas Knight with the SCW World Heavyweight Title chiseled into the waist.

A mesmerized Lucas admires the wonderfully sculpted marble masterpiece.

Chase: Just think, Lucas, in a matter of weeks you won’t have to look at this statue to relive your golden years, all you’ll need to do is gaze in a mirror to see the reflection of your handsome mug, and the World Heavyweight Title donning your shoulder. In just a sparse few weeks, at Extreme Fury, on your home-turf, Lucas Knight becomes Champion again, and returns respect, entertainment and …..

”Boss’s Daughter” plays over the PA system, and the woman who was SUPPOSED to be showered with praise, Taylor Chase, at long-long last makes her way to the ring.

Dollar: World Champion Taylor Chase on her way out here….and….is she actually smiling?

The grinning Chase heads for the man who has an equally as pronounced grin. Lucas does not rise from his seat to acknowledge the woman who has just disrupted this magical moment. In a respectful display, Chase parts the cables for his niece, who instead leaps over the perpendicular ropes. With microphone in hand Tay passes her uncle and the Good Girl, Alana, so that she can address the boastful number one contender to Taylor’s title.

Taylor: Wow Lucas, this is….this is….

She looks at the statue and cringes.

Taylor:….something alright.

Knight: Only the best for the best.

Taylor: It’s been an interesting ‘Appreciation Night,’ that’s for certain.

Chase: Only the greatest appreciation night in the history of appreciation nights. This is probably getting higher ratings than ‘Rock, This is Your Life.’

Taylor: I won’t argue with that, and normally I wouldn’t complain at all, but you guys have kind of stole my thunder here, haven’t you? This was supposed to be a celebration for my accolades. A tribute for successfully defending my title against the single greatest threat to my title, Legion….

Knight: Correction. He WAS the single greatest threat your title.

Taylor: That remains to be seen.

The crowd responds with a ‘no she didn’t.’

Knight: Now-now Tay…..relax. This is all in good fun.

The decorations that offended Chase so, are gestured towards by the infamous legend.

Taylor: You’re trying to get a bit of a rise out of me, huh?

Chase: Mission accomplished. Relax though Tay….

One of the decorations, covered in a tarp, is revealed, showing a Taylor Chase life-size cut-out beneath.

Chase: We still have all your decorations in place, and you can feel free to have your little ‘celebration’ once we’ve finished showing appreciation to a man who has no doubt had quite the influence on your career….you’re Number One Contender.

Knight: Like we said, Tay, we do this all in good spirit….

Silas: Good spirits….is that riiiight, is that riiiight?

No one lifts a finger to stop Mason as he leaps over the barricade and finds a microphone, climbing up to the apron. A reluctant Kelcey follows behind, keeping her head lowered and eyes adverted from Chase’s face.

Silas: Don’t believe what their tellin’ ya, baby-doll. It’s all a lie.

Silas makes sure to hold down his Stetson hat as he slides through the ropes into the ring. Not one member of Chase Global reacts favorably to Mason’s intrusion, especially Lucas.

Silas: This “Appreciation Night” is a straight slap in da face. This is just another example, Tay, of the disrespect everyone around these here parts have been showin’ ya since the moment you won that World Heavyweight Championship.

Chase and Alana try to refute these accusations, but Lucas just sits there, brooding in silence.

Silas: These ‘friends’ of yours, ain’t no different than anyone else, baby-doll. They don’t think ya deserve a tribute, because they don’t think ya deserve to be World Heavyweight Champion. It’s just like I’ve been tellin’ ya, nobody in this here company, believes in ya. No one supports ya. But I do…cause I’m the one man capable of looking at ya reign objectively, from the outside in.

Taylor, who initially wanted to rip Silas tongue out, now finds herself incapable of being seduced by it.

Silas: These ‘friends,’ smile at ya through clinched teeth, but the second ya back is turned, their joining in all da gossip in the locker-room, all da insults directed at ya. That makes ‘em worse than enemies, Tay. At least ya enemies let ya know what they think of ya….They don’t lie to ya face then talk behind ya back. Even ya own family, has joined in with the disrespect.

Adam vehemently refutes this claim.

Silas: He’s backing Lucas here, over ya. He obviously don’t believe that ya deserve the championship, and he’s ya own flesh and blood, what does that tell ya, baby-doll?

Something she obviously doesn’t want to hear. Taylor’s head lowers, finding herself incapable of looking into her Uncle’s face.

Silas: Not one cotton-pickin’ soul in the IWC believes in ya, not ya Uncle, not ya Husband…..not anybody. Kelcey and I, we believe though. We know ya worked ya fine ass off to win that title and to keep on retainin’ it time after time. It don’t matter tho’, not to guys like Lucas Knight. They’ll just keep on draggin ya legacy through the muck…..They’ll just keep on treatin’ ya like some lucky socialite who can’t wrassle her way out of a paper bag….

Mika: Hold on…Hold on…Hold on, krasivyy.

The ring continues to fill, with Mika Kozlov now making her way to the squared circle. She too wants to be part of this conversation, sliding in to join in with the fray.

Mika: You’re wrong, Silas…..

Silas: Am I now sweet-thing?

Mika: Not everyone in Chase’s family has lost respect for her. I’ve always, and will always support my malishka. Until the day we die I will continue to be there for her.

The fact that she said ‘we’ when referring to death, as if implying that Mika would never leave the earth without Taylor, is a choice of words not overlooked by the World Heavyweight Champion.

Mika: I still believe in you, Taylor. In spite of what everyone else says backstage, I always take up for you. Even when Knight and Uncie Adam are telling all the competitors in the back that their effortlessly going to take the title away from you at Extreme Fury, I’m not buying into it like everyone else.

Tay turns her head towards Lucas, who has his eyes closed and is shaking his head with a big grin on his face.

Knight: That’s ridiculous.

Mika: They may believe you will be no challenge to Lucas…..but after we’ve clashed several times over the past few weeks, I can tell Chase Global that they are in store for a challenge unlike anything they’ve ever faced before….a battle with an absolute monster. I can tell them that they are going to regret taking you lightly….much in the same way you, Tay, are regretting taking me lightly when we fought all those months ago.

Mika’s win over Chase is still a very sore spot for the Champion.

Mika: Lucas….

She directs her words straight to Knight’s face.

Mika: How could you ‘CLAIM’ to be Taylor’s friend…then turn around and join in with all the jokes being made at her expense backstage? I thought you, above anyone else, would be the type of competitor that would respect and appreciate the challenge that lies ahead, but instead, your just like the Black Crusade…You don’t consider Taylor to be a challenge at all. You look right through her….and are already counting down the days to Extreme Fury where you capture the gold. You need to learn some respect for Taylor….You and Uncie Adam, need to stop ridiculing her to everyone who will listen. You are not the one who needs to be shown some appreciation….it is Taylor who deserves respect…all the respect in the world. And even though you don’t believe Chase deserves that respect, I DO.

Lucas is still condescendingly shaking his head.

Mika: Come on malishka, let’s show this durak why you deserve respect.

A big sap knocks that condescending expression off of Knight’s face, and almost topples him out of his chair. He is finally sent collapsing to the ground when Mika dives on top of him in spider-moneky fashion, dropping him to the canvas and subjecting him to numerous closed fists.

Dollar: The powder-keg exploding…Mika attacking Lucas!

Taylor seems to be in shock….unable to react as she witnesses this…Mika attacking Knight on her behalf.

She remains unresponsive even when Alana nails Mika with a running boot to the temple, knocking her off of Knight.

Now it’s Starr’s turn to mount Kozlov’s chest, delivering punch after punch directly to her face. All the while Lucas is gathering himself, trying to recover after that unprovoked and unexpected attack.

Speaking of unexpected….Kelcey Wallace is now sliding a steel chair into the ring at the behest of Silas. He snatches up the steel as quickly as possible and throws it to Taylor.

Chase has no other alternative but to catch the weapon before it can hit her, now holding the steel between her hands. Steel that Silas insists Chase put into the spine of the prone Knight.

Silas: He disrespected you behind your back, Tay….time for you to stab him in his!

Reluctance is shown by the World Heavyweight Champion….not buying fully into Silas’ BS.

Silas: Destroy em, Chase, show em why he shouldn’t be takin’ ya so lightly.

Tay looks towards someone else for guidance, that someone being Kelcey, who keeps her eyes affixed to the floor, offering no suggestions of her own.

Silas: If ya wanna be close to her….

Silas’ finger wags towards Wallace at ringside.

Silas: You’ll do this.

The chair trembles in Chase’s clutches, overwhelmed with a convolution of emotions.

Silas: If you wanna retain the World Title….

Silas’ finger wags towards the belt dropped at Chase’s feet.

Silas: You’ll do this.

Taylor takes a step towards the still ailing Knight.

Silas: If you want him to respect ya….

Silas’ finger wags towards Knight’s exposed back.

Silas: You’ll do this.

Taylor takes another step and retracts the chair on the cusp of delivering a spine shattering blow.

Chase: No…NO Tay!

A mortified Chase leaps between Tay and her intended target.

Chase: Don’t listen to this guy!

Desmond: Excuse me….

As the violence and the temptation continues in the ring, Desmond Drake strolls to the stage, ready to unleash something worse than a chair shot.

Desmond: Before this goes any further….

Begins the pint-sized half owner of the IWC.

Desmond: I believe someone else would like to weigh in….a man who the General Manager ATTEMPTED to keep away from this celebration, but I have overturned that decision so that my new business associate, and spiritual advisor can say his peace.

Without warning Kelcey finds herself being dragged down into the Totalis at ringside by Ba’al.

Dollar: HEY! Ba’al!!

The building shakes with shock and awe at the sight of Ba’al connecting with his finishing move on the totally unsuspecting Wallace, driving the back of her head HARD against the mats. Stunned doesn’t even begin to describe Taylor who watches the man who just brutalized her best friend sliding into the ring in front of her. Almost immediately she swings the chair at his skull, but Ba’al ducks under, causing the steel to miss his skull by mere inches. He then steps behind Tay and begins to speak venomous words that threaten to poison Chase.

Ba’al: Yes Taylor, that is wrath you feel my dear…and wrath is sin.

A furious Taylor looks remorsefully upon Kelcey at ringside, distracting her from the venom she is about to feel rather than hear. Ba’al leaps into the air, catches her around the neck and sets for the Totalis. But that plan is averted through Lucas’ intervention. He rushes in behind Ba’al and catches him in mid-air, pulling him back out of the Totalis and into position for the Monarchy Rules. His vertibreaker is just about to connect to a thunderous reaction only for the tune to change.

Silas: BEHIND YOU, TAY!

The warning from a smirking Silas, inspires Tay to whip around and swing the chair into the skull of the man she THINKS is lurking over her shoulders. Instead the chair cracks directly into the cranium of an unsuspecting Knight.

Dollar: Taylor just hit Lucas! She just hit Lucas!

That look of remorse for Kelcey, now becomes a look of remorse for Taylor’s own actions. She drops the chair and glares down at the laid out Knight, in absolute disbelief over what she’s just done. Alana also notices the fate of her boyfriend, and instead of becoming remorseful, she’s vengeful. About to go after Tay only to be grabbed by the back of her waistband and dragged down through the ropes by Mika. Starr is unable to avenge her boyfriend, crashing with a splat across the outside mats.

Taylor’s regrets continue to haunt her, both spiritually and physically. Ba’al picks up the chair, which finds its way off the canvas and into Taylor’s lungs. The Word Champion doubles over and then Ba’al pulls the steel down directly into Chase’s upper back, causing her to unleash a scream louder than the sound of the chair cracking off her bones.

Dollar: The chair in the hands of the worse possible individual imaginable.

The sadistic zealot lifts the chair in anticipation of dealing further damage on Chase only to have Silas at last pay dividends for his client. He leaps in and grabs the chair elevated above Ba’al’s head, trying to fight it out of his clutches, but the grip of the Sinistry member will not be broken. He turns his snake like eyes on his target, who immediately stops trying to tear the chair out of Ba’al’s grips, and instead attempts to use his words to manipulate his way out of this situation.

Dollar: If there is one man that Silas Mason cannot manipulate…..it’s Ba’al…..This is a situation you are NOT talking your way out of Silas.

Mason continues to flap his gums to little effect on Ba’al, but to detrimental effects on himself. The chair rises above Ba’al’s head and threatens to silence Mason when Mika suddenly intervenes. She spins the NHB Champion into a boot against the mid-section followed by a double arm DDT.

Dollar: Kozlov! Kozlov with revenge for what happened on the last Riot!….This is just pure madness.

Ba’al flips onto his back after Mika has employed her last vestige of strength to deliver that devastating DDT. She crawls away from Ba’al, while someone else crawls towards him. That someone is Kelcey Wallace.

Her head is rattled by the Totalis, but she manages to climb on top of Ba’al nevertheless, and begin to subject his face to closed fist after closed fist after closed fist. All the while Silas is antagonizing both Ba’al and Kelcey alike….shouting at Wallace in an attempt to intensify her efforts.

Silas: Lay into that freak, baby-girl….Give ‘em sum.

She gives him more than some…her knuckles reddening against the bones in Ba’al’s face.

Dollar: Kelcey Wallace is getting her revenge….

STATIC

Lights out.

Dollar: Scratch that.

Lights on.

Legion stands in the middle of the ring one palm engulfing the head of Kelcey with the Five Finger Crawl, the other stuck down the throat of Silas with the Mandible Claw.

Dollar: LEGION! He’s got both Silas AND Kelcey….I guess this is the target he’s moved on to…the very individuals who interfered in his match at Invictus.

Kelcey and Silas try to wrangle themselves free from the grips of the oppressive Legion, but there is no escape from his wrath..well….almost no escape. Mika manages to exert enough pressure on Silas’ leg to pull him out of the Mandible Claw and out of the ring.

Dollar: Mika saving Silas? In the immortal words of Hurricane Helms, what’s up wit dat?

Unfortunately Kelcey wasn’t so lucky, continuing to be punished by method of the devastating Five Finger Crawl that has her brain feeling like its being transformed into nothing but pudding at this point. And Legion would do just that, exert such pressure that the skull cracks in his bare hand, if he didn’t notice Ba’al staggering around in front of him.

Yes….the Number One Contender recovered at the absolute worst possible time imaginable. He stands just as Kelcey falls, freeing Legion’s hands so as to wrap around the body of the NHB Champion and subject him to unspeakable horrors.

Dollar: You probably wanted to stay down Ba’al.

Would’ve, could’ve, should’ve…but didn’t. Ba’al stumbles back right towards a man determined to rip the arms from the arachnid.

Though it’s Legion’s crotch that is targeted….targeted by the low blow delivered from behind by Desmond Drake.

Dollar: Drake…Drake with a crotch shot on Legion! What the hell are you thinking Desmond?

The man who has been victimized REPEATEDLY by Legion, steps back, feeling a smug sense of satisfaction now that he’s gotten a small measure of revenge…..But that smugness evaporates the moment he realizes that Legion is completely no-selling the effects of the low blow. Instead Legion just stands there with an aura of aggravation, turning methodically towards Desmond, who back peddles with raised hands.

Dollar: I think Desmond has crossed Legion for the very last time.

Drake doesn’t even have time to beg for his miserable life before his head is being dragged into the very crotch he just hit with an uppercut. His body is then heaved into a crucifix position…but Legion isn’t about to hit a simple powerbomb…or even a version of the Misery….Instead his eyes are focused on the outside of the ring…where the thin mats will provide little cushion for the body of Desmond.

Dollar: Legion’s gonna kill him….He’s gonna kill Desmond once and for all.

A mortified Desmond’s life flashes before his eyes, with two key moments standing out, the night he suffered a light-tube assisted Misery, and the night where he was gorilla pressed from the ring into the announce table, both sadistic acts committed by the man presently about to toss him to the outside. And that’s just what happens as Legion rushes forward and throws Drake a considerable distance over the ropes with a release crucifix bomb. The crowd lunges to its feet just as Rachel Foxx and Rachel Frost lunge into position just beneath Drake’s airborne body. The lust for destruction is not satiated, thanks to both Frost and Foxx managing to catch Desmond before he could plummet to the mats and suffer irreversible damage.

Dollar: Legion was at long last about to destroy Drake for the final time…but Sinistry caught him!

They not only catch him but manage to help the pint size owner scurry up the ramp towards the backstage area. Foxx and Frost aren’t the only ones following him…Legion would give pursuit….would track them down and decimate them remorselessly but Ba’al has other plans. He rushes in behind Legion, lunges into the air, catches him around the neck and drops back into the Totalis.

The back of Legion’s head takes just as vicious of a landing as Kelcey’s did outside of the ring.

Dollar: And Ba’al capitalizes on the distraction by taking Legion out with the Totalis.

After hitting his finishing move, Ba’al rolls backwards onto his feet, putting hands together in mock prayer…gloating over his actions. That rare flash of ‘pride,’ gives Lucas just the opportunity he was looking for. He swoops in behind Ba’al, hooks both of his arms, heaves him up and drops him down via the Monarchy Rules!

Dollar: Monarchy Rules…Monarchy Rules delivered on Ba’al!

The place is going crazier that a psyche ward that just ran out of Ativan.

After all the spots have been exchanged…after every combatant has been thoroughly brutalized….Lucas Knight puts the punctuation on this insanity…..that exclamation point being the delivery of the Monarchy Rules. The move leaves him standing over a pile of bodies, spinning in circles to examine all of the victims, in particular Ba’al.

But his eyes eventually shift from the co-number one contender to Silas Mason leaning against Mika Kozlov at ringside.

Dollar: I can’t begin to describe what we’ve seen here tonight. What was supposed to be a celebration for Taylor Chase’s title reign turned into out and out CHAOS!

REPLAY

Clips from the anarchy that consumed the ring bombard the screen…Shots corresponding to Chase Global high-jacking Taylor’s title celebration….and the anarchy that followed.

Dollar: First Lucas Knight took over Taylor’s ceremony and declared this Lucas Appreciation Night…then things just spiraled into sheer lunacy.

First Taylor shows up to take offense to this upstaging….then Silas weighs in…which brought out Mika to add her two cents….which led to fists to Knight’s face, the interference of Ba’al….an accidental chair shot to Knight’s skull from Taylor Chase….Legion showing up to destroy Silas and Wallace…then Legion turning his destructive tactics towards Desmond Drake….and finally Ba’al being put down via the Monarchy Rules.

Dollar: The first post Invictus telecast ends with an even greater display of lunacy than we have ever seen before. As everyone jockeys for positioning as a potential challenger to Taylor Chase’s World Heavyweight Championship.

Back live to Lucas Knight continuing to be the lone survivor in the ring, surveying all the damage that has been done and the litany of bodies strewn about him.

FADE TO BLACK

Invictus

Russel Wilson of Seattle Seahawks fame holds the Vince Lombardi trophy high above his head. The rest of his teammates coronate their big Superbowl victory via a rawdy celebration in Metlife stadium. But the camera is only concerned with Wilson, and the microphone extended to his lips.

Broadcaster: Hey Russell Wilson, you just won the superbowl….how are you going to celebrate?

The Seahawks quarterback excitedly turns to the camera.

Wilson: I’m going to..(Badly dubbed/totally out of synche with the movement of his lips)….Invictus….

Cut to the Chicago Blackhawks skating the rink with helmets tossed and the Stanley Cup being heaved into the air. Boldly a camera finds its way into the thick of the madness, with a hand clutching a microphone extending out to catch the reaction of the excited team Captain.

Broadcaster: Hey Jonathan Towes…you’re team just won the Stanley Cup….what are you going to do next?

Towes: I’m headed to..(even more badly dubbed/voice raising to a glass shattering decibel)….INVICTUS!

Boston-Strong…The Boston Red Sox storm the field and celebrate their momentous victory over the St. Lois Cardinals. David Ortiz holds the World Series MVP trophy, and becomes the focal point of the nearest camera, as well as the microphone that outstretches from behind it.

Broadcaster: Hey David Ortiz….you’re the World Series MVP….got anything you want to say?

Ortiz: I’m going to…(voice so badly dubbed it seems to change ethnicity)….INVICTUS.

What’s the biggest sporting event of the year?

SUPERBOWL?

The triumphant Seahawks have a vibrant celebration before all the color is zapped from the screen, save for the big red slash that forms a censor sign.

We don’t think so…

STANLEY CUP?

The fans are screaming in recognition of the Blackhawks victory but their words are drowned out and a giant red censor slash cuts diagonally across the screen.

Oh please…

WORLD SERIES?

That same censor slash cuts through the celebration of the Boston Red Sox.

As friggin if….

We now cut to a different type of setting and a much raunchier crowd, Frankie Paradise standing in the middle of the squared circle with legions upon legions of excited fans surrounding him. A number of bubbly, scantily clad coeds have the honor of feeling Frankie’s arms, and will no doubt become acquainted with other areas of his anatomy before the end of the night.

Frankie: THIS IS INVICTUS, THE BIGGEST SHOW ON EARTH BITCHES!!

The fans seem to suffer a simultaneous orgasm in reaction to Frankie’s announcement, absolutely everyone losing their shit. As the masses hop around excitedly….we cut to the official Invictus intro theme.

Aaron Harrison is shown punting the puppet and backstage correspondent, Sparkles, into the crowd. A quick transition to Robert giving pursuit to Adam Chase around the ring. Another fast cut to the middle of a dance off in the Last Stand Rumble, then Porno Lad infringing on the trademarked “YOU” taunt, pointing at a shocked member of TCWC.

Jackson Adams: Only at Invictus…

Jackson consumes the screen doing his best to channel Don King.

Jackson: Only at Invictus…

His head bobs around excitedly and all oxygen leaves his lungs as he shouts this King inspired catchphrase towards the ceiling. This is followed by images of Tyson Galloway chokeslamming Adams through a table….Bob doing a fashion show dressed in Taylor Chase’s stolen attire….Mr. Hush delivering the worm…..and Cassidy Haze spearing Abigail Lindsey into a table at a fancy restaurant.

Alana Starr: Invictus is the only place you’ll see the good prevail against the evil…

Chase Global consumes the screen standing in the gorilla position with their backs facing the entrance curtains. Alana’s arms drape the shoulders of Kyle Black and Gavin Taylor standing at her sides, while Lucas Knight kneels before her, Adam Chase stands just behind her, and Leviticus is doing the tango with his girlfriend in the background.

A slew of images hit the screen featuring Gavin nailing Andre Jordan in the back of his skull with the Real Men Use Lariats….Kyle Black throws Robert spine first into the steps….Lucas Knight nails Romeo and Marie Jones in the back with a cricket bat….and Alana Starr delivers a chair shot to the head of Brittany Lohan while her wrists are chained to the ropes.

Ba’al: Invictus is where the righteous will be rewarded and the sinful persecuted.

The Frost family and all those in their sphere of influence are in full effect. They sit in the empty stands with Ba’al in the center, Jaina standing to his side with the N.H.B Championship over her shoulder, Rachel Foxx seated in a chair to his right, calves stretched over the Prince of Sin’s lap, and Johnathan Collins pacing behind them.

Rachel Foxx attacks Katelyn Buehler’s hand with a gavel, crushing her fingers between the hammer and the steel steps….Johnathan Collins knocks out several individuals with spinning back fists, including Marie Jones….and Ba’al watches as his minions in the Pestilence lay out Romeo and Jones at his beckon call.

Brittany Lohan: At Invictus….I got some BAD NEWS for some GOOD PEOPLE…

A hoodie wearing Brittany Lohan sits inverted style on a chair backstage as she makes this chilling statement. Surprisingly Andre Jordan is standing beside her holding up the Evolution Championship while Bob sits on the concrete, rocking and devouring a giant slab of ham.

Cut to Lohan throwing a ripped up contract into Alana Starr’s face….Robert engulfing Kyle Black with a big splash….Andre Jordan throwing Gavin up and driving him down with the Thrill Ride.

Romeo: At Invictus….prepare to see the meek inherit the earth.

Romeo talks in the standard interview area while Marie Jones stands beside him, rolling her eyes in agitation and moving her fingers like flapping gums.

Cut to a clip of Romeo and Marie simultaneously flying through the air and hitting duel splashes on both Lucas Knight and Ba’al down below.

P Clarence Whitman III: Invictus, will be a night more mind imploding than any organized sporting event…a night where P Clarence Whitman III is vindicated…

The camera is zoomed in on Clarence as he points at himself and actually exudes a very menacing aura.

This footage segues into the unfathomable imagery of Witman assaulting Johnathan Collins with a steel chair as the two battle up the ramp at the conclusion of Riot!

Porno Lad: At invictus….the face of this company changes forever.

Kordelia Price and BMW kneel at the sides of Porno Lad as he stands in the skybox with megaphone in hand. Polly Norah stands over his shoulders holding up a marker board which reads #GameChange.

The feed switches into Kordy and Polly double teaming Mark O’Brian at Andr…..Porno Lad overtakes the screen having BMW give a low blow to TPKid, betraying her boyfriend to join the ranks of the Harem.

Lukas Montgomery: Blood is gonna pour at Invictus….

Lukas stands too close for comfort to the camera as he makes this comment, while Aaron Harrison and Mika Kozlov can be seen in the background, the two staring down at her IPhone and reviewing an urgent text.

If you thought the previous images were violent, we haven’t even gotten to the Blacklist compilation yet. There are shots of Lukas Montgomery powerbombing Yvonne Knight on the stage….Mika throwing a fireball into Rose Savior’s face…..Harrison throwing a thrust kick into a kneeling and bloodied Orlando Cruze’s head, knocking him into an open grave.

Taylor Chase: Timeless memories will be made at Invictus….

The World Championship sits over the shoulder of Chase as her legs dangled across the edge of the IWC President’s desk. Orlando Cruze sits right there beside her, hand on her shoulders.

Orlando Cruze nails Harrison in the head with a skull shattering kendo-stick shot….Taylor Chase flies through the air, her knee hitting a steel cage door and causing it swing back into Legion’s knee…..

Rose: Memories NOBODY will be able to forget….

Shockingly Rose Savior steps up to one side of the seated Orlando and Taylor, while her husband Christian stands on the other side. The two lean in from opposite ends of the camera, getting the focus.

Shots of the Saviors and their redemption….Rose dropping Mika via the diamond cutter….Christian almost ripping Lukas Montgomery in half with the spear….

Mr. Gaunt: Invictus will see the culmination of a Crusade….

Mr. Gaunt acts as the mouthpiece for his eclectic gathering of followers as he stands in a very dimly lit room, holding a candle in his hand that illuminates his face, as well as the features of Silence and Mr. Hush.

The worm is seen being dropped right across the throat of Jacob Laymon by Mr. Hush….Silence strips her mask off the face of the near unconscious Jessica Wilde.

Mr. Gaunt: And nothing makes an event more endearing than the crowning of new champions.

Back to the Black Crusade occupying the darkened labyrinth with Legion stepping from the shadows and Gaunt turning the candle just enough to illuminate the Monster’s foreboding mask.

We transition into a shot of Legion delivering the shuffle side kick directly on point to the jaw of Taylor, lifting her up off of her feet.

Whitman: I’m going to Invictus….

Whitman dives off the top rope into a splash on a member of the Pestilence.

Starr: I’m going to Invictus…

Alana pushes Dawn Lohan down a flight of stairs.

Rose: We’re going to Invictus…

Christian and Rose Savior are shown lying with chains cuffing their wrists together and their bodies being subjected to kendo-stick shots from the Blacklist.

Lohan: It’s time.

The hood resting over Lohan’s head is ripped back to reveal the eyes that stare penetratingly into the camera.

A camera races through the digitized blueprints of Madison Square Garden, through the corridors.

TONIGHT IWC MAKES HISTORY

We continue to fly through the blueprint only for the structural plans to materialize into the steel and cement that now compromises the most historic venue in all of sports. It flies past numerous monitors featuring the likes of Taylor Chase and Legion going nose to nose….Amanda Blayze holding the X-Class Title over the head of a laid out Kathryn Pearson….Orlando Cruze smashing a kendo-stick across the brow of Aaron Harrison…

LIVE FROM THE MOST FAMOUS ARENA IN THE WORLD

We continue to fly through the corridors of Madison Square Garden and the many monitors hanging from walls or planted across tables. The screens now feature P Clarence Whitman attacking Jonathan Collins with a steel chair…Aerik Walker being slammed in the head with a chair from his own wife…Danny Darko hitting Savage with a diamond cutter onto exposed concrete.

WHERE TIME WILL BE TRANSCENDED

The monitors, some archaic in nature considering they produce only a black and white color-scheme, are still being passed by as the camera moves towards the entry way. There’s footage of Katelyn Buehler driving Rachel Foxx through the curtains with a spear to the ribs….And Hurse being struck in the eye with a boot by William Mason…Brittany Lohan delivering the Final Solution on Alana Starr….

WITH PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE COLLIDING

One monitor shows Cassidy Cage throwing Abigail Lindsey down to the floor….And the next screen shows Christian Savior being driven into the steel steps via the Hybrid Theory by Harrison….

AND MEMORIES FOREVER BEING FORGED

Another monitor passed by features Robert sitting on the Evolution Title with Andre Jordan standing behind his back, holding a chair that fends off Chase Global.

IWC WELCOMES YOU TO MADISON SQUARE GARDEN

The final monitor, positioned directly beside the entry way is reduced to static with only the glowing red orbs of Legion’s eyes visible amongst the pixel distortion. The camera then zooms through the curtains into a blinding array of light.

IWC WELCOMES YOU TO INVICTUS!

More fireworks explode than at a fourth of July jubilee….wowing the fans. They are already on their feet watching the dazzling pyro showering down unto the three titan-trons stacked one on top of the other….Each big screen is separated by giant steel lettering spelling out Invictus and 2014.

Johnny Dollar: Invictus is here baby!

We briefly cut to the white suit hanging from the body of Johnny Dollar, and the shimmering red evening gown affixed to Susie Moore’s body. Susie’s eyes are so wide they look to be about to burst right out of their sockets.

Dollar: Susie, you’re either just as excited as I am, or you’ve eaten way too much sugar this evening.

Susie: BOTH…you have no idea how much Mountain Dew is coursing through my veins right now….but I don’t need a sugar rush to be this excited for Invictus.

Dollar: I’m sure you don’t…because you and I both know that this night is going to defy expectations.

Susie: Minds are going to be raped.

Dollar: You best believe that….Prepare for hymens to be burst.

The camera pans over fans who are even more excited than the commentators.

Thomas Boll: Lady and gentlefolk….

Cameras cut to the ring announcer standing dead center of the squared circle adorned in a decorative tux and ascot.

Thomas; Here to sing America of Beautiful….pop recording star….Justin Bieber!

Universal hate showers the ring.

Dollar: Seriously?

Susie: This is going to be the most awesome thing to happen in the history of awesome.

Dollar: I hope Bieber is ready to come out here in full riot gear, cause we might just see him hung by the fans packed into the Madison Square Garden at capacity.

I DON’T THINK SO….

To no surprise, Porno Lad manages to get more heat than Justin Bieber…Take a moment and digest that…There is actually someone on the planet more reviled than Justin Bieber…And it happens to be the individual stepping to the stage with microphone in hand and the Harem bringing up the rear.

Dollar: Okay….I’d actually take Bieber over this any day of the week, and that’s saying something.

Susie: No Bieber? Boooo.

Susie isn’t the only one heckling Porno Lad and his assortment of brainwashed beauties….every New Yorker crammed into the most famous venue in sports do not shy from tearing into the Original Prankster

Porno Lad: There will be no Justin Bieber this evening….

Susie: Again….Boo.

Porno Lad: And more importantly, there will be no Invictus either.

Dollar: What?

Porno Lad: Because the hijacking begins right F’N now!

The heat Porno Lad is receiving could melt the polar ice-caps, and the tension only mounts when Polly holds up her marker board with the message “#HIJACK” written. She multitasks by lifting this sign and following Porno Lad down the ramp.

Dollar: This cannot be happening….Invictus…the biggest night in our company’s history is being hijacked by the Harem?

That’s precisely Porno Lad’s intent.

Porno Lad: This plague cannot be allowed to infect television screens the world over.

Finally Lad finds himself in the ring.

Porno Lad: I am here to save you people from having to see what will undoubtedly go down as the biggest sweat-stain in the armpit of wrestling lore.

The Tag Team Titles are thrown over both of Porno Lad’s shoulders…because he just HAS to reinforce how awesome he is.

Porno Lad: Biggest pay-per-view of the year my BACKSIDE! If management wanted this to truly be special they would have listened to you people….to your constant chanting of my name…to your deafening silence during Taylor Chase’s and Legion’s matches…They would have given into what you people have been begging for….the insertion of Porno Lad into tonight’s main event. But nooooo….they didn’t give you what you were pleading for.

They’re intent on ramming Legion versus Chase down your throats….and they thought everyone would just deal with it….would just deal with Porno Lad being in a fracking lumberjack match as opposed to the main event? It’ s not right for you…for me…for anybody. So on your behalf, I’m going to make this organization suffer.

Yet again Lad outright ignores the true feelings of the fans.

Porno Lad: Let’s start with this forced Americana bullcrap we have to sit through at the start of all these big events. IWC wants to be patriotic, huh? They want some A-List celeb to come out here and go all true red, white and blue? I don’t think so. Cause I met up with my boy, the Bieb backstage and I told him he wasn’t needed here tonight. KORDY is going to handle the signing of America the Beautiful. Take it Kordy…

Excited doesn’t even begin to describe Price, who shimmies to the center of the ring and takes this opportunity to have her star making performance.

Dollar: This is going to be a trainwreck.

It seems Kordy is on the brink of belting out a tune before she slaps a hand down over her boob.

Kordy: Kordy pledge allegiance to the flag of da United States of America….and to the banana republic of which it stands….

Porno Lad: Kordy….dear….

Lad gives Price’s tank girl style fro a tussle.

Porno Lad: That’s NOT America the Beautiful.

Kordy: Okays..Kordy try again…..

She gives her esophagus a stress test before proceeding.

Kordy: Oh say can you sees….

Porno Lad: Guess that’ll have to do.

Kordy: By the Gonzo’s early light….da-da-da-dun-dun-something-and rockets bursting in air….

Just as fans feel like their ears have been raped by the horribly off pitch voice of Kordy….they are at last saved from this grotesque butchering of the Star Spangled Banner.

INTRO by DMX plays through the speakers and at long last gives the fans cause for applause.

Dollar: There is a God.

Susie: And he has sideburns.

The bottom-most Cartel-tron actually splits down the middle, both sides retracting to reveal the entry way tucked behind it. TPKid tears through the curtains, but he does not do so alone. Following behind is not only the huge planetary mass known as Miss Juicy, but a collection of IWC combatants, running the gamut from the eye-patch sporting Hurse, to the mask donning throngs of the Black Crusade. The interruption of this litany of combatants that Porno Lad and his Harem have managed to aggravate in recent months, has the Original Prankster about to burst into flames from spontaneous combustion.

TPKid: The bullshit ends…and the bullshit ends right fucking now!

Porno Lad: TPKid….this doesn’t concern you….I’m out here on behalf of these fans, and they want….

TPKid:…to see me kick your ass all over Madison Square Garden tonight!

The audience like…nay LOVE this idea.

TPKid: This is INVICTUS!!

The crowd wants to have TPKid’s baby.

TPKid: This is history!

They’d let him put in their ears.

TPKid: And this is the night where Porno Lad gets what he really has coming to him….Not the main event….but the beat-down of a lifetime in the opening match right fucking now!

The crowd cream in their undershorts as TPKid, and the lumberjacks selected for this match head down the ramp.

Dollar: We’re about to see this happen, Susie….The Lumberjack Match between Porno Lad and TPKid…it’s gonna open Invictus 2014!

Susie: Good thing I did not wear panties here tonight.

Mr. Hush, Silence, Al, Bob, and Hurse….everyone and anyone who has been subjected to Porno Lad’s antics in recent months flank TPKid on his way to the ring ready to serve as lumberjacks.

Porno Lad: No-no-NOOOO! My hijacking will not be ruined….Harem…deal with this right now!

Kordy, Polly and BMW only need be told once, the trio stepping over the ropes and rushing up the ramp to intervene. Just then the lumberjacks meet the Harem half-way, a full-fledged war breaking out on the ramp.

Dollar: Porno Lad’s Harem brawling with the lumberjacks for this match….what a chaotic way to start Invictus.

Susie: We were guaranteed carnage with so many heated rivalries coming to a head tonight….just didn’t think it would reach its zenith right form the word ‘go.’

The action heats up to near nuclear levels right from the start. Kordy, Polly and BMW brawl with the Black Crusade, Bob, Hurse and Miss Juicy….but there is no one to stop TPKid, who streamlines towards the ring, leaps through the ropes and finds himself standing mono-a-mono with his most reviled adversary.

Dollar: This is it….this is the moment…the moment we’ve been anticipating since the day Porno Lad revealed his true colors back at the 2013 End of the Year Special and almost screwed over his then tag team partner, TPKid.

The Madison Square Garden fans are about to blow their collective wad as TPKid’s fists clinch and prepare to at long last nail Porno Lad in his face. A face that is presently shaking….

Porno Lad: I think not.

Porno Lad takes full advantage of the lumberjacks’ preoccupation with the Harem….using the distraction to slip under the ropes and escape the wrath of TPKid. He drops to the outside mats and backs towards the announce table, raising the World Tag Team Titles from his shoulders above his head.

Porno Lad: You never deserved the life I was going to allow you have to have Kid….not as a champion…not as my partner….and not as a ‘proud Daddy.’

If the closing comment wasn’t disgusting enough, Porno Lad also throws in a wink. He has no trouble prodding the bear now that he’s escaped the ring, and he’s escaped the wrath of the feral animal. But he has not evaded the wrath of the predator discreetly sneaking up behind him…that man being color commentator, Johnny Dollar.

Susie: Uh-ohs. Johnny D…you’re gonna get yourself fined.

Dollar could give two shits about fines…having never shied away from vocally taking a stand against the hypocritical Porno Lad. The commentator makes his opinion of Lad even more apparent the moment he rushes up behind Lad, physically taking a stand, grabs him by the back of the head, charges him at the ring and throws him in under the ropes.

Dollar: Johnny…Johnny D just threw Porno Lad into the wolf-den.

Fans are hopping around like they just snorted pixy sticks straight into their brains. Porno Lad rolls right to the center of the ring and finds his eyes affixed to the boots presently beneath his face. He slowly looks up from boots to knees, from knees to abs, from abs to chest, from chest to the snarl of TPKid. Then it’s the fists of Kid that Porno Lad finds himself glaring at, as they travel right down into his forehead.

Susie: And the lumberjack match is underway….After so much anticipation, TPKid is getting his hands on Porno Lad….all happening right here on the biggest night on the biggest venue in IWC history.

PORNO LAD VS. TPKID
LUMBERJACK MATCH

As the fists begin to fly between TPKid and his greatest rival….the hostilies outside of the ring are brought under control for the time being. While the Harem steps around to one side of the squared circle….the Black Crusade and other lumberjacks stand on the opposite end right at the edge of the ramp.

Susie: Lumberjacks finally taking position…And speaking of lumberjacks, I’m being rejoined by my broadcast colleague…Johnny D…what was that all about?

Dollar: You seriously need to ask? I think my problems with Porno Lad were made pretty obvious at Last Stand when I took that video camera and bashed him square in the head with it. This…..this was just take two.

Johnny Dollar got his revenge, and now it’s TPKid’s turn. He throws one punch after another into Porno Lad’s forehead, now mounting his rival’s chest and pulverizing his forehead with rapid fire jabs.

Dollar: Get him Kid, get that son of a bitch!

Susie: Kid is really going to hurt this man…

Dollar: Especially after that disgusting news emerged on-line this week regarding Porno Lad pressuring BMW, Kid’s ex-girlfriend, into getting TPKid’s fetus aborted

Susie: Talk about crossing a line.

Dollar: One Lad is going to regret crossing.

Referee Stuart Wright navigates through the insanity to slide into the ring and call for the bell to get this match underway in an official capacity. Porno Lad manages to crawl out from under TPKid and drag himself up the ropes. The gap is closed by Kid, who rushes in behind Lad, throws a forearm into his kidneys and then drives the top of his head, the hardest section of it, directly into the small of his rival’s spine.

Porno Lad’ s back arches before he is shoved into the ropes, he ricochets off and comes right back into another headbutt to the kidneys.

Lad is then spun around with the bangs of his hair being taken hold of in order to support him as he is blasted with one fist after another directly into the face and forehead. Just when it seems Porno Lad is about to drop in a dead heap, Kid snatches hold of his wrist and pulls him back into a giant lariat to the throat, putting him down to the canvas.

Porno Lad rolls across the ring with TPKid chasing after him, delivering stomps to his body throughout the entire process. Sanctuary is sought by the Prankster, who rolls under the ropes, drops to the mats and instinctively tries to bail.

Dollar: I don’t think so Porno Lad.

As Porno Lad’s foot hits the ramp….finding a glimmer of hope…that fanasty is dashed by the grabbing of his hair. His perm is snatched hold of by Mr. Hush, pulling back on it and dragging him towards the ring.

Silence: Going somewhere Porno-Geezer?

Silence takes him under the jaw, pulling back on it and then slapping him playfully on the cheek.

Silence: You’re night isn’t through yet, Dearest.

The ring finds itself once again occupied by a stunned Porno Lad, pitched back in by the Black Crusade that he and his Harem have antagonized for weeks. He is rolled directly into the knee of a man he subjected to even greater aggravation. The moment Porno Lad sits up, TPKid comes rushing in and blasts him directly to the face with a running knee strike.

Lad rolls away clutching at his forehead and getting to his elbows. TPKid then uses his boots, employing a basement dropkick to the temple of his nemesis. Porno Lad goes rolling directly into the turnbuckle, dragging himself up it on sheer primal instinct alone. His legs almost buckle beneath him as he leans heavily upon the corner and TPKid once again looks to close the distance. He rushes across the ring and lunges into the air, delivering a big stinger splash that instantly knocks all the air out of his rival’s body.

Porno Lad looks deflated by this collision, and finds himself subjected to even greater trauma when taken by the wrist and shot into the diagonal corner. His back takes quite a bit of punishment once it rams against the turnbuckle, which triggers his arms and legs to lose dexterity.

Kordy discreetly climbs to her knees on the apron behind Porno Lad then reaches up and begins to untie the top turnbuckle pad.

Dollar: What does Kordy think she’s doing?

Susie: Looks to me like she’s removing that turnbuckle pad behind Porno Lad’s back….

One of the lumberjacks takes notice of this….Hurse spotting Kordelia fiddling with the turnbuckle and doing something about it. He rushes around the ring followed by Bob, the two trying to cut Price off. She spots them coming in and immediately leaps off the apron, hiding behind Polly’s back. The four have a tense stare-down while tensions also escalate within the ring.

A man motivated by vengeance, TPKid, targets the former World Champion, seeking and now destroying. He barrels across the ring and leaves his feet, lunging into the splash……and he connects, with the exposed turnbuckle bolt.

TPKid’s jaw bounces off the steel, rattling his brain and sending him staggering back into the waiting shoulders of Porno Lad.

The Harem leader grabs Kid’s hair, spins him around and drags him forward into his shoulders, before ultimately capping it off with his own rendition of the Attitude Adjustment.

Susie: Ohhhh….that pretty move probably hurt a lot.

Dollar: First TPKid gets a mouth full of metal and then Porno Lad delivers the friggin Cena inspired death valley driver. Don’t tell me this is how it’s going to end….PLEASE!

Johnny begs, but his pleas go unanswered, Porno Lad hooking a leg and closing on victory.

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The wailing audience finds their hearts skipping a beat when they see TPKid’s shoulder lunging from the canvas.

Dollar: And no…not yet….TPKid kicking out, refusing to go down the same way that Polly Norah did at Last Stand when Kordy and Porno Lad employed this very same trick with the turnbuckle bolt.

Though his brains have been scattered, TPKid manages to get to his knees, starting to stand up. Yet Porno Lad only lets him get so far before swooping in. He wedges a shoulder to Kid’s spine, heaves him up and drives him down with a modified belly to back slam. He then pops up to his feet, throws his arms out to his sides and steps over TPKid.

Dollar: This is just gonna make it so much worse.

Porno Lad dramatically stoops over and swipes a palm in front of his face.

Porno Lad: You can’t see me.

The crowd does not join in with this taunt…reacting far differently than Porno Lad would have suspected. He now takes off into the ropes, ricochets from the cables, does the Charleston before finishing off with a dropping of all five knuckles directly into TPKid’s forehead.

The fist first plunge sends Kid thrashing around on the ring….feeling like his bell has been rung and his clock has been cleaned and the bats have been knocked from the belfry. Then Lad crawls into another lateral press, hooking the leg.

Dollar: And it just keeps getting worse.

Referee Wright slaps the ring.

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In an act of defiance TPKid’s shoulder leaps from the squared circle, enraging Porno Lad.

He grabs his adversary by the hair, drags him up to his feet and then throws him through the ropes to the outside of the ring, once again allowing his Harem to do the dirty work for him. The second that Kid hits the mats, Polly and BMW pounce on top of him, delivering forearms and kicks from every angle.

Dollar: Porno Lad feeds TPKid to his dogs.

Susie: I fed gum to my dog once, he blew a bubble out of his butt.

Dollar: Cute…but this isn’t….We found out via Twitter over this week that Desmond Drake announced the Harem could serve as lumberjacks to even up the odds for Porno Lad.

The Harem remain on TPKid, beating him savagely before Miss Juicy leads her fellow lumberjacks around the ring. Once Polly and BMW take notice of the force moving in their direction, the Harem are off and running.

Susie: Good thing the rest of these lumberjacks were out here to fend off the Harem.

Dollar: Who just put a legal mugging on TPKid.

A shaken up Kid struggles to his feet, leaning predominantly upon the apron to provide much of his support. He just begins to slide back into the ring before Porno Lad reaches through the ropes and takes him by the hair. Shockingly TPKid has greater resiliency than his adversary is giving him credit for.

He stands up and launches a forearm over the ropes cracking Lad directly in the jaw. The tooth dislodging shot sends Lad stumbling back, giving TPKid just enough distance to allow him to lunge to the top rope.

Dollar: Trailer Park Dump!

The springboard Canadian Destroyer is about to be unleashed when Porno Lad cuts him off and dashes those hopes. He rushes across the ring, grabs Kid by the wrist and drags him down from the ropes onto his shoulders.

Dollar: Lad counters, he’s about to go for the Attitude Adjustment again!

Lad is on the cusp of launching his adversary into the death valley driver only to have TPKid transition in mid-air, swinging around and wrapping his legs around Ethan’s neck. He is about to deliver a hurricarana and pin Porno Lad the exact same way he pinned Hurse to close their match on Riot!

However, Porno Lad counters just as TPKid drops back. He displays his incredible strength by wrapping his arms around his rival’s knees and then pulls back on them. His rival ends up seated on Porno Lad’s shoulders in a powerbomb predicament before he twists himself and his adversary. He transitions Kid from powerbomb to fireman’s carry.

Dollar: I have to give credit, Porno Lad had that counter scouted and now he’s got TPKid right back in position for another Attitude Adjustment.

It seems Porno Lad is right on the verge of ending his adversary’s quest for revenge only to have his opponent twist his body and slide out of predicament for the DVD.

He lands directly behind Porno Lad, wedges his hands to his back and then shoves him towards the very turnbuckle bolt the Mega-Face exposed moments earlier. Instead of slamming against it, Porno Lad stops just short, swinging his arms to make sure he doesn’t take a tumble into the bolt.

He then turns in the nick of time to spot TPKid lunging through the air into another big splash…..Once again Lad side steps the inbound rival…sending Kid sailing into the exposed turnbuckle….no….instead Kid catches the turnbuckle and lands on it instead of against it. He wedges his feet to the middle rope and then uses them to spring off, twisting in mid-air towards another boot, one that Porno Lad elevates into the air. The big boot drills the airborne TPKid to the face and sends him collapsing to his back.

Porno Lad quickly slaps palms together, uses one to cup his ear to hear the anxiety from the crowd, springs off the ropes and delivers a Hogan style leg drop across TPKid’s throat.

Susie: The biggest leg drop ever delivered by Porno Lad.

Dollar: Please-please-please tell me Lad’s not gonna win it like this….PLEASE!

Unfortunately all fairy tales don’t have happy endings, Porno Lad about to demonstrate as such by rolling into the lateral press. He has TPKid right where he’s wanted him throughout their entire association…beneath him.

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The Attitude Adjustment didn’t get the job done for the Mega-Face, and neither did the emulation of the Hogan Leg-Drop. TPKid’s persistence shines….his shoulder lunging forth from the ring and Porno Lad rising to his knees to protest the speed of the official’s count.

Dollar: But Kid kicks out again in ever so epic fashion.

Susie: I didn’t think anyone did that….not if they wanted to have a wrestling career not sabotaged by politics afterwards.

Lord knows Porno Lad has tried to politic his way right into the main event tonight, but he’s having his hands full with TPKid right here in the opening contest. He rises to his feet, legs almost buckling as he rushes backwards into the ropes, ricochets off and goes for another leg drop.

Suddenly TPKid rolls to his feet though and looks to close the gap via a big spear…Just then Porno Lad side steps the shoulder, grabs his adversary by the back of the head and uses his own momentum against him, throwing him through the ropes to the outside of the ring.

Kid lands directly at the feet of Kordy, who immediately pulls him up to his knees and delivers a big buzzsaw kick to his sternum. Polly then steps in, grabs Kid’s arms, pins them behind his back and keeps him from countering another series of roundhouse kicks that threaten to shatter the chest cavity.

At last here comes the cavalry, Silence and Mr. Hush charging at Polly and Kordy, sending them scurrying away from a banged up TPKid. He fights his way up to his feet, falling against the apron for support then rolling absent mindedly into the ring.

An ankle is picked by Porno Lad, who drags Kid to the center of the ring, rolls him over to his stomach and then applies the step over crossface.

Dollar: STF….STF…..I really wish I was hallucinating this.

Susie: Did you spike your tea with roofies again?

The submission has TPKid’s body twisted up and his hand rising above the canvas, ready to swat it.

Dollar: Don’t do it, TPKid, don’t give Porno Lad the satisfaction of making you tap out.

Susie: Yeah, I don’t think those thin ankles were designed for dancing.

And they weren’t designed to handle this submission from a screaming Porno Lad.

Porno Lad: SUBMIT! Tap out already you fracking SKID-MARK! Don’t you realize that NOBODY escapes the Lad-Lock?

The desperation in TPKid is growing as he drags Porno Lad towards the ropes…..ropes sooooo far removed from his outstretching hand. His fingers fall just short of the cables.

Dollar: Kid was close….so close….but his hand just shy of the ropes….So much drama in this, our opening contest to Invictus 2014.

TPKid makes another desperate lunge for the ropes but his fingers fail to connect.

Susie: Maybe no one truly can get out of the Lad Lock.

The fingers that inched towards the cables now ball up into a fist, knuckles driving down into the canvas. Kid pushes himself up into a crawl and just when Porno Lad’s grin widens to the point where his cheeks suffer serious strain…..he finds another muscle in his physique stressed.

Porno Lad’s head shakes and his jaw drops as he is actually heaved up off of the canvas.

Porno Lad: What are you doing? Stop it! STOP IT!

Driven by an all-consuming, passion enflaming rage, TPKid gets to his feet and actually transitions Porno Lad’s body out of the STF and across his shoulders. To Porno Lad’s dismay he is flipped over and ultimately driven into the canvas via the death valley driver….the Attitude Adjustment connecting.

Dollar: Retribution….

Susie: TPKid is gonna win this by stealing a move that Porno Lad stole from someone else….We’ve got a double stealsies….no takey backsies!

Dollar: Was any of that supposed to make sense.

Susie: It’s the sugar in the Mountain Dew talking, Johnny.

The collision with the canvas leaves Porno Lad twitching and unable to do anything concerning the STF he is being rolled into.

Dollar: Now TPKid has got the STF on Lad…Please….God….this is Johnny Dollar here, and I’m begging you to intervene and make Porno Lad submit.

It won’t take an intervention from God to make Porno Lad submit….his hand already elevated above the canvas, ready to tap out to the grueling submission established by the pugnacious TPKid.

Kid digs down deep, putting his all into the submission, his triceps nearly tearing from the bone as they apply the necessary pressure upon the hold. The pressure becomes too much for Lad, swinging his palm to the canvas….

Dollar: Porno Lad is tapping out!

Susie: No…no…he’s still hanging in there.

Instead of slapping the ring Porno Lad’s hand moves to the fingers interlocked in front of his jaw. He tries to pry the hand away from his chin but this proves inefficient. He wedges both palms to the canvas and drags himself within inches of the cables, reaching out and wrapping his hand around the bottom rope.

Dollar: Thanks a lot God. Wasn’t it bad enough that you put Porno lad on this planet to begin with?

Susie: Porno Lad has reached the ropes….Apparently people CAN escape the Lad Lock.

Official Wright is starting his count but gets way past five without Kid breaking the hold. So the referee has to get physical if he doesn’t want this match to end in disqualification. He grabs TPKid’s wrists and pries them away from Porno Lad’s chin.

Salvation…

The Mega-Face rolls to the exterior of the ring clutching at the back of his neck. But he isn’t out there for long before Bob comes barreling towards him.

Bob: For the Mnooses!

Porno Lad spots the man he poisoned at the End of the Year Special, prompting him to roll back into the ring to evade his wrath. His focus is on the wrong person though, taking his eyes off of TPKid long enough to go stumbling back right into his waiting clutches. Kid wraps around Porno Lad’s waist and snaps back into a bridging German suplex.

Dollar: TPKid may have stolen one.

The referee, although ogling the ladies at ringside, slides into position and makes the count.

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Porno Lad manages to not only kick out, but roll over backwards out of the bridging German. He lands on his knees while stooped over the neck of his opponent. He places him in a dragon sleeper then bridges TPKid up to his feet. From the dragon sleeper Porno Lad manages to flip Kid up into the inverted suplex only to drop him down on top of his shoulders.

Porno Lad then flips TPKid over and drives him down into another Attitude Adjustment….but not, Kid flips right out of it and lands directly on his feet.

Dollar: What athleticism….

The crowd erupts and Porno Lad does the same, imploding with rage as he rushes right at TPKid, who side steps his inbound opponent and swings behind his back, wrapping arms around his waist. TPKid snaps back into yet another German suplex, this time without the bridge but a roll. Both men end up on their feet with TPKid dropping into a second German suplex.

TPKid maintains the waist-lock and rolls the banged up Porno Lad along, the two reaching their feet with the trailer park brawler about to hit the third in a string of German suplexes

But Porno Lad suddenly plants his feet, trying to squirm his way out of this waist lock. He twists form side to side, trying to rip out of his adversary’s clutches. He then comes up with another means of escape…rushing at the ropes and dragging Kid along with him before dropping just short of the cables. The momentum causes Lad’s opponent to go flying over top of him and through the ropes, crashing to his knees on the outside.

Immediately Polly, Kordy and BMW are on him.

Dollar: This is enough….it’s enough to make me want to vomit.

Susie: Porno Lad tossing TPKId to the Harem once more….

Dollar: NOT THIS TIME!

In rushes the Black Crusade and Miss Juicy, who push the Harem off of TPKid before they can get their hands on him. In outrage over being touched yet again, BMW delivers a slap to the chubby cheek of Juicy, causing her to lash out with a spear to the ribs. Both ladies goes twisting into the barricade brawling amongst themselves while Kordy and Polly go after Silence and Mr. Hush.

Dollar: And we are back to square one….

Susie: The lumberjacks fighting it out amongst themselves.

Dollar: That’s just fine for me….might give me one more crack at Porno Lad.

The only man who is going to get his hands on the Original Prankster is TPKid, who straightens up amidst all the chaos and glares into the ring at a stunned Porno Lad.

There is nothing that separates the two, no one that Porno Lad can depend on any longer. Kid takes off towards the ring, rolling in under the ropes with Lad charging in after him. Kid ducks just as a bicep travels towards his neck.

He then slips around behind Porno Lad, wraps arms about his waist and sets up for the German suplex. However, Porno Lad performs a standing switch, getting behind Kid, wedging a shoulder to his spine and heaving him up. He twists Kid around and drives him down into the canvas via a modified back first slam. Porno Lad then pops up to his feet and to the annoyance of all, does another ‘you can’t see me’ taunt before going to rush into the ropes, only to find his ankle caught.

TPKid trips Porno Lad forward to the canvas, stands up and goes for the STF.

Dollar: TPKid trying to lock it in again…he’s attempting to force Porno Lad to submit symbolically to his own submission.

Susie: Well Porno Lad always said that TPkid needs to emulate him in order to get ahead in this business….That’s exactly what he’s doing here tonight.

Imitation is not the sincerest form of flattery in this case, cause Porno Lad is on the verge of submitting to his own hold…or at least one he stole from someone with even more mass appeal. But just before TPKid can drop into position and inflict Lad to a serious need for a chiropractor appointment, the Harem leader rolls to his back, wedges his feet to his opponent’s chest and kicks him off. But he just doesn’t kick him off, he actually sends TPKid staggering back right into that very same exposed turnbuckle bolt.

TPKid falls into it and does not bounce off, but the pain is obviously etched across his face. Porno Lad rolls backwards onto his feet then employs them to carry him right into TPKid, diving into a splash but hitting nothing but turnbuckle bolt. Kid steps out of the way at the last second and Porno Lad’s face goes flying into the very bolt he was instrumental in exposing.

Dollar: You reap what you sew, you reap what you sew….

Susie: Does that mean if I sew some decorative mittens, they’ll come back to haunt me?

Dollar: Don’t ask me…..I actually have no idea what the hell that phrase means….I just know I’m really liking what I’m about to see happen to Porno Lad right now.

And what’s happening to Lad? He’s staggering right back into the waiting arms of the Trailer Park Kid, who applies a rear waist-lock, setting up for that third German he was deprived of earlier. But suddenly he thinks better. He calls an audible, turning so that his back is aimed towards the corner where he can drop and deliver a release German suplex. The fans pop right out of their seats as Porno Lad flies back first into not only the turnbuckle via a German, but also the exposed bolt it harbors.

Dollar: German suplex into the turnbuckle AND the exposed bolt….that was….absolutely B-E-A-UTIFUL!

Susie: I guess there was something sexy about it.

Somehow Lad is still on his feet, albeit almost tripping over them as he staggers forward into the waiting shoulders of his opponent. TPKid heaves Porno Lad up and then delivers another death valley driver….once again employing the hijacker’s own move against him.

Dollar: And Kid caps it off with an Attitude Adjustment….I swear he better have the win here, cause I never want to hear the words Attitude Adjustment come out of my mouth again.

Wright briefly takes notice of all the anarchy consuming the ringside area that Kordy has SOMEHOW managed to slip away from. He then turns and spots Kid hooking both of Lad’s legs, desperate to pick up the win….to put an end to the man who stole BMW away from him…the ego-obsessed madman that strung him along….the self-absorbed lunatic who took his Tag Team Title away from him….The cold-hearted Mega-Face presently pinned beneath him.

The crowd chants along with each slap of the canvas….preying that Kid has done enough to put an end to the hijacking….and most importantly, to Porno Lad.

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Vindication at long…long last for TP….wait….Kordy has snatched up one of the Tag Team Titles dropped to the mats by Lad and is now using it to save her benefactor. She rushes into the ring with the gold and TPKid breaks the pin, cutting Kordy off at the pass. He stands up and ducks just in time to avoid the belt swung at his skull. The momentum of this missed shot from the title sends Price spinning in a full circle, turning back to Kid who has fallen into the ropes. She rushes at him again only to be caught to the knees and back dropped over the ropes. But she doesn’t just go crashing to the mats….no….that would be too easy. Instead, all those lumberjacks brawling with the Harem at ringside, look up in time to spot Kordy and quickly clear out of the way, allowing Prince to plunge right into Polly.

Dollar: Kordelia TRIED to interfere, but TPKid just made her pay for it.

Susie: By sending her right into the Harem’s heavy, Polly….Kordy just got turned into a human ping-pong ball…which sounds awesome.

The crowd agrees, it was an awesome sight, but what’s even more amazing is what happens next. TPKid turns back towards Lad just in time spot him struggling to his feet. Lad’s stooped forward posture puts the Prankster in the perfect position that Kid would have to be a mongoloid to pass up on.

He rushes at the ropes, leaps through them to the apron and now prepares to spring up top in order to deliver the Trailer Park Dump.

Dollar: Kid is gonna finish this…and he’s gonna do it with HIS move.

Susie: The very same one he laid Porny Porn out with on the last Riot!

The fans are about to lose it up in here…as TPKid goes up top, balances himself and just begins to take flight only to have BMW slide away from the wrath of the lumberjacks at ringside, and throw herself in front of the crouched Porno Lad.

Dollar: Oh come on….another member of the Harem interfering?

TPKid’s whole strategy flies out the window when he sees BMW forming a human barrier between he and his target. So he gently leaps off the ropes and lands right in front of BMW, who pleads for mercy on Porno Lad’s behalf. Kid takes a deep breath and tries to control himself before he lashes out at a woman he once truly loved.

That’s when Lad capitalizes on the distraction, brushing BMW aside and going after TPKid with the Epic Fail. The spinning superkick is about to connect only to have Kid drop into a baseball slide beneath the boot, sending Lad spiraling into the ropes. Kid lunges to his feet and is about to take advantage only to have BMW crawl up behind her ex, and go for a straight uppercut to the crotch. Her arm swings towards Kid’s testicles, but gets nowhere near close.

To her dismay she finds her wrist caught by TPKid, who maintains this clutch as he steps over her arm and turns to face BMW, who now pleads for mercy. For herself. It seems none will be shown as TPKid yanks on the wrist, drags BMW up to her feet, spins her around, wedges his hands to her upper back and then shoves her forward right into the waiting clutches of Miss Juicy.

She catches BMW coming in, heaves her into the gorilla press and to the delight of everyone, throws Kid’s ex over the ropes right on top of a recently recovered Kordy and Polly. All three members of the Harem go crashing to the mats amidst a deafening roar from the crowd.

Dollar: TPKid’s new girl…who we understand is named, Miss Juicy….just tossed BMW directly into the Harem….they’ve all been taken out.

Susie: If TPKid ever had a chance to win this…it would be right now with all three members of the Harem removed.

TPKid watches gleefully as Miss Juicy exits the ring….but that satisfaction is short lived, because Porno Lad rushes in behind a distracted TPKid, wedges hands to his spine and shoves him into that exposed turnbuckle bolt.

Dollar: Not aga….YAAAH!

Kid’s face cracks against the steel and he absent mindedly turns from the corner and into the Epic Fail. The spinning superkick drills TPKid right on point to the jaw, sending him spiraling down to the canvas.

Dollar:….GAAAAH…And now the Epic Fail!

Fans sullenly watch as Porno Lad knocks TPKid so hard his grandmother’s grandmother can feel it. He falls to the canvas with a hematoma forming on his forehead as a result of that collision with the bolt and his jaw feeling it like it just got used as a punching bag by Apollo Creed. Lad realizes this is it…victory is within his grasp. He hooks both legs, eagerly anticipating yet another Invictus moment.

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Dollar: Nice to see my prayers once again going unanswered.

Susie: No one is going to smite Porno Lad….not even God.

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The official’s hand comes down and it’s all academic at this point. Unfortunately for Lad, TPKid has never been one for higher education, launching a shoulder from the canvas to a resounding applause from the sold out Madison Square Garden crowd.

Dollar: Halleluiah!

Susie: TPKid getting his shoulder up a half a second before the three!

The reaction remains thunderous, the crowd really hyped at this point….And another man is also energized by this kick-out, but not out of excitement. First Porno Lad is infuriated by TPKid getting his shoulder up, but then he’s irate for an entirely different reason. The more the crowd chants ‘TPKid,’ the more intense Porno Lad becomes.

Porno Lad: what’s wrong with you people? Huh?

The chants for TPKid only grow louder as Porno Lad becomes more vocal with his protests, stepping around the ring and prominently frowning.

Porno Lad: You’re supposed to be chanting MY name…I’M your HERO! I’m you’re MEGA-FACE! I’m the one who deserves to main event tonight!

Porno Lad’s lower lip trembles as it finally…at long last dawns on him that he is NOT universally adored by the masses. This intensifies his efforts as he steps towards Kid, grabs him by the hair and lifrs up on his head.

Porno Lad: You son of a bitch, you’ve turned them against me….but I’ll kill that noise quicker than I killed your unborn spawn.

The moment these words are heard TPKid’s expression gravely changes, looking less anguished, and more enraged. Porno Lad now drops down behind Kid in the process of going for the STF. He is just about to get the submission applied before Kid turns his body and drags the stooped Lad into a small package.

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Dollar: Has Kid caught him!?!

NO he hasn’t….Lad kicks out and the two roll along to their feet, well in Lad’s case, to his foot, because the other is launching into the air and nailing TPKid right under the jaw via the Epic Fail.

Susie: Porno Lad kicks out and then kicks out TPKid’s teeth too.

Dollar: And it goes from bad to worse for TPKid.

The Trailer Park Kid spins around like a top, the blow rendering him brainless but not taking him off of his feet. He spirals right into Porno Lad, who heaves him up onto his shoulders and then prepares to deliver the FU right after the Epic Fail. What he prepares for, and what he connects with are two entirely different things though. He shoves TPKid up into the air only to have his rival slide off his shoulders, down his back and hook his hips, dragging Porno Lad down and over to his stomach, applying the STF.

Dollar: TPKid has got it…he’s got Porno Lad trapped in his own submission hold yet again!

Susie: The Lad Lock coming back to haunt Porno Lad!

A roaring Porno Lad tries his best to escape the hold but TPKid has got it locked in and locked in so tight there is no chance of escape.

TPKid is also roaring as he puts absolutely everything into the submission to the point where he’s about to break Porno Lad’s neck, legs, back…all of it if that’s what it takes.

Dollar: Tap out Porno Lad…tap out!!

He doesn’t tap out…but the severe pain, coupled with the placement of Kid’s hands directly to Lad’s windpipe might just cause him to faint.

Dollar: Pass out or tap out Porno Lad…You know you’ve got no other option…no other choice.

Actually, there is an option C in the equation…Porno Lad manages to force TPKid’s fingers up and in between his teeth biting them.

Dollar: Porno Lad is biting the hands…he’s biting them!

Susie: But TPKid STILL isn’t breaking the submission.

Blood trickles down TPKid’s fingers yet he still won’t release the submission…Porno Lad spits out the hand and shakes his hand over the canvas, opening his palm and dropping it to the canvas but then balling up his fist. He raises his hand into the air and stil refuses to give up, being just as stubborn as TPKid, who will not relinguish the STF even if his finger is bitten off.

Dollar: Just give in Porno Lad….give in damn you!

Susie: He won’t do it, Johnny…

Lad’s hand goes from preparing to tap out to reaching up and raking TPKid in the eyes.

Dollar: He’s attacking the eyes…Porno Lad is attacking the eyes!

A wail of agony escapes from Kid’s lungs, still refusing to release the hold even as his eyes are being plucked straight out of his skull. In the end the agony becomes too much, forcing him to break the STF, and roll away from Porno Lad.

Dollar: Dammit…Lad using the most disgusting tactics imaginable to escape that STF.

Susie: You should know Lad is going to do whatever it takes…whatever he has to to win here tonight at Invictus.

The stubbornness of TPKid may have just come back to haunt him, causing him to be blinded by the raking of his eyes. He struggles now to his feet, just getting them under his body and desperately palming his scratched retinas when Porno Lad suddenly swoops in from behind, catching the waistband of his pants and pulling him down into the school boy.

Susie: Lad has got him hooked!

Dollar: No…please no!

A diabolical grin forms on Porno Lad’s face as he pulls TPKid down to the canvas into the school boy and already makes designs to hold onto the tights in order to give him that all important yet unfair advantage.

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Dollar: That son of a bitch is going to steal the win!

And the ref slaps the canvas…or at least he was going to before TPKid launches a shoulder from the ring, and drops back to his knees.

Dollar: But nooo! TPKid kicks out again…he kicks out again!!

Susie: I just made chocolate pudding in my underpants.

The kick out, coupled with the roar of the crowd, has Porno Lad irate. He rises to his feet, grabs the back of TPKid’s head, charges him at the ropes and throws him through so that the Harem can deal with him. However, Kid manages to hook the middle rope with his arm just as he flies through, landing on the apron as opposed to the mats. Porno Lad notices this, getting aggravated and prompting him to do finish things with his own two hands. He rushes across the ring and slides through the ropes, grabbing TPKid by the wrist, standing him up and then pulling hm forward into his shoulders. Lad heaves Kid up and into the fireman’s carry.

Porno Lad: You people WILL CHEER ME!

They will cheer, but not because Lad demanded it…They applaud because Porno Lad’s attempt to deliver the Attitude Adjustment on the apron is reversed by TPKid, who manages to squirm around, wrap his les about his adversary’s neck and flip him over backwards into the Canadian Destroyer on the APRON!!

Dollar: OH YES! YEEESS! YEEEEESSS!!!

Suise: I’ll have what he’s having.

The audience is leaping to its feet and their jaws are falling past their knees all the way down to their ankles. They are all mystified at the sight of Porno Lad’s head bouncing off the apron and his body twisting through the ropes into the ring. TPKid follows him in and hooks the legs to a reaction that has the crowd growing even louder.

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Dollar: HAHAHA-AH-HA-HA!

Madison Square Garden is electricified as Porno Lad fails to get a shoulder up before the three count.

Dollar: TPKid…TPKid…you’ve done it….you’ve done it…you’ve done it, Nate!

Susie: Awesome-possum!

The building is collectively on its feet cheering for the man who just silenced Porno Lad….literally via cracking him on top of his head via the Trailer Park Dump across the apron. Kid rolls off of his victim, holding his forehead, as exhaustion and pain finally catches up with him.

Dollar: What a way to kick-start Invictus…with TPKid finally defeating this low-life, this despicable scoundrel! Congratulations Nate.

The celebration rages on as TPKid rolls onto his knees, striking a victory pose. Miss Juicy slides in and helps Kid along to his feet, giving him a celebratory hug.

Susie: And now he celebrates with that planetary mass of a woman.

Dollar: Who was very helpful in taking out the garbage.

REPLAY

This emotional tsunami of a match is recounted, paying particular attention to the many high spots. The memorable moments include Porno Lad pulling Kid down off the ropes and into a death valley driver. We then see TPKid doing the same to Lad.

Dollar: These two went back and forth with Lad and Kid almost scoring pinfalls off of the Attitude Adjustment.

Susie: Then the Harem tried to get involved.

BMW makes an attempt to derail TPKid’s momentum only to be thwarted by Miss Juicy, who heaves her up and throws her over the top rope with a gorilla press unto Kordy and Polly. The removal of the Harem allows Kid to hit the Trailer Park Dump across the apron, which eventually culminates to his victory.

Dollar: In the end…after a very intense and exciting opening confrontation, TPKid finally drops Lad with the Trailer Park Dump across the apron. There is a GOD!

Though TPKid has satisfied his craving for revenge, the same cannot be said for the lumberjacks that Lad has individually wronged in the past. Bob, Hurse, Al, Mr. Hush and Silence all come sliding into the ring in full force….but before they can get their hands on him, BMW interferes, dragging Lad to the exterior of the ring and aiding him up the ramp.

Dollar: The lumberjacks aren’t through with Porno Lad yet. Get em guys….get em guys!

Susie: Their after Porno Lad….and they’re making sure the hijacking of Invictus ends right now. Guess they weren’t huge fans of Kordy’s singing.

Dollar: But dammit, BMW getting involved to save her man.

There are multiple people hot on Porno Lad’s heels, but the representatives of the Black Crusade are not amongst them. They watch from the ring as Porno Lad nearly trips over his own feet in the process of being helped to the back with Bob and Hurse nipping at his heels.

Miss Juicy would go after Lad as well, but she’s presently helping her man TPKid out of the ring. He leans against her with an arm over her shoulders, employing Juicy as a crutch as the two make their way to the back.

Dollar: The fatigue of this match catching up with TPKid,….Congratulations once again….you really earned. ….WAIT NOW!

Mr. Hush and Silence are so focused on this Porno Lad hunt…that they don’t see Polly and Kordy snatching up the Tag Team Title belts and rushing into the ring behind them. Their danger doesn’t dawn on them until it’s too late to intervene. Kordy slams a belt into the back of Mr. Hush’s head while Silence is taken out with a simultaneous blow by Polly.

Al rolls out of the ring and out position before he TOO can be subjected to the wrath of the Harem.

Susie: Kordy and Polly all over the two scariest people I’ve seen since Keeping Up with the Kardashians.

Dollar: Typical. The Harem learning these type of cheap tactics from their leader, Porno Lad.

Boots are driven into the bodies of Hush and Silence, followed by knees and fists…But none of these shots are delivered by the Harem. Polly and Kordy are celebrating with one another, toasting the Tag Titles in commemoration of a job well done…before they realize that like hungry jackals, Jessica Wilde and Jacob Laymon have slid into the ring and are pouncing on the carcasses left behind by superior predators.

Dollar: And now Pestilence is all over Silence and Mr. Hush….taking advantage of the blindside attack by the Harem….Can this possibly get any worse?

Worse…maybe? Chaotic….definitely!

The Harem takes exception to the Pestilence assaulting their victims and now do something about it. Kordy grabs Jessica, dragging her away from Silence, while Polly clutches at Jacob’s jacket, forcing him off of Mr. Hush. Nothing will keep the recently unmasked Pestilence members away from those who tore away their identities….Though Jessica wears a new mask, it does not soften the blows delivered by Kordy once the two begin to go back and forth.

Polly and Laymon join in on the brawl, Pestilence and Harem brawling over the recovered Black Crusade members.

Dollar: Harem and Pestilence going at it…kill each other….PLEASE kill each other.

What was that? Not enough anarchy for you? Maybe Total War will help in that department. Mark and Sophie O’Brian come barreling down the ramp at this very advantageous point to get their hands on common enemies. Once they side into the ring their fists are already flying into absolutely anything that moves.

Dollar: And now Total War is here to take advantage of the chaos…and maybe soften up all the teams in the ring for their four-way Tag Team Title match….

Stuart Wright stands back watching all of the teams scheduled to face off later tonight for the Tag Titles, involved in an impromptu brawl…..and as thus he decides that postponing their match isn’t necessary. He turns, signals for the bell and the four way for the Tag Team Titles is on…

Susie: Wait…why is the bell ringing? Did I do something wrong?

Dollar: Yes…you were born. But that’s not important at the moment, considering Referee Wright has just decided that we’re going to have our Four Way for the IWC Tag Team Titles right now!

The bell chimes one last time and the action is about to kick into another gear.

THE HAREM © VS. TOTAL WAR VS. PESTILENCE VS. BLACK CRUSADE
TAG TEAM TITLES

Mark O’Brian of Total War nails a right hand on Polly’s face, then turns and drives his forearm into the cheek of Laymon.

Sophie nails a European Uppercut to Kordy, then delivers a twisting back handed slap to Wilde’s cheek. These blows have the Pestilence and the Harem reeling but not going down, so Total War intensifies their efforts. The two back up and simultaneously rush forward to deliver four lariats at the same time. They extend both their arms out to their sides and while Sophie’s biceps take out her targets of Wilde and Price….Mark’s arms miss his targets.

Polly and Laymon duck and Norah immediately takes advantage of Jacob’s stooped posture. He grabs him by the back of the head and the waistband, turning him into a javelin thrown towards Mark.

O’Brian turns and in the nick of time catches the inbound Jacob by the back of the head, charging him at the ropes and using his momentum to throw him through the ropes. Mark then turns back around into a big double hand throat thrust to his larynx delivered by Polly.

Mark spirals back and spills through the ropes to the outside of the ring while Polly turns her focus to still conscious opponents. Though she does so too late. She turns just as Sophie nails a running back elbow right to Norah’s jaw, knocking her to the canvas and sending her rolling to the exterior of the ring.

O’Brian is kicking at Polly’s body as it goes rolling across the ring and eventually spilling under the ropes. Sophie then turns her wrath towards Wilde, who nails the Total War member with a knife edge chop to the forehead.

The fans are rendered speechless at the sight of the chop that almost took the scalp off of Sophie’s head and has sent her plummeting to the ring.

Jessica doesn’t have time to relish in the decimation of Sophie, taking only a moment to lick O’Brian’s skin off the side of her hand. She then bends down to blow a symbolic kiss to Sophie only to have the side of her head crushed by a running hip check by Kordy.

Price rams her pelvis right into the temple of the Pestilence member, knocking Jessica down and allowing Kordy to take the spotlight. No one is there to oppose her, to keep Price from hamming it up.

Kordy: Are you ready? Is everyone ready for Kordy to steal the show?

She moves to the center of the ring and puts hands on her knees.

Dollar: Oh no….oh God no…anything but this…please!

Susie: Prepare to pick your jaw up off of the floor, Johnny D.

Johnny isn’t the only one reacting with disgust at the sight of the TWERK….the fans are appalled too…and the Black Crusade take umbrage to this dance themselves. Yes….that’s right…the Black Crusade…who are presently standing directly behind Kordy, watching her twerk while thinking out their revenge.

Susie: I don’t think Kordy realizes that the Black Crusade has recovered.

Dollar: This is going to be the greatest thing since Christmas.

The twerking continues while behind her, Silence and Mr. Hush are playing ‘rock, paper, scissors’ to see who will get their hands on the Harem member. Mr. Hush is victorious with a rock smashing Silence’s scissors. So she leaves the ring and allows Mr. Hush to exact revenge on her team’s behalf. And how does Mr. Hush accomplish this by snapping his fingers towards Al, who has retrieved a giant foam finger from ringside. He hands it to Mr. Hush, who slides the finger unto his hand and waits….waits for Kordy to finally clue in.

The twerking ends and Kordy turns around just as the foam finger jabs her directly in the eye.

Susie: That’s not where Miley was poking Robin Thicke with her foam finger.

Dollar: I think authenticity is the LAST thing Mr. Hush is concerned with.

The foam finger is tossed aside and now Mr. Hush swoops in behind Kordy, leaps into the air and delivers the Buttcracker Suite….knees targeting her twerking backside.

Kordy flies up into the air and comes down onto her face clutching at her backside. Mr. Hush is quick to his feet and backing up in preparation to delivering another blow on Price. Unfortunately, he pays his own price. A hand slaps his shoulder, Sophie making the tag.

She slips through the ropes and rushes up behind a rising Kordy, she wedges a shoulder to her spine and heaves Price into the air. She is dropped on her bum directly across the elevated knee of Sophie with a modified atomic drop. With Kordy hobbling around griping at her bum…..Sophie takes advantage, rushing backwards into the ropes only to get a slap on the back from a recovered Laymon. Sophie spins around and cocks back her fist to get revenge for this blind tag, only to have her elevated wrist caught and for Mr. Hush to drag her arm in between her legs. The crowd cheers as Mr. Hush sets Sophie up in a pumphandle, but repeatedly lifts the arm to drive it into her crotch, getting his own revenge on the woman who blind tagged him moments ago…..and doing so by mistaking her for someone possessing the necessary equipment for this type of move to damage.

Laymon slips past the Black Crusade and Total War, rushing up behind a recovering Price and diving with both feet directly into her anus. The front dropkick launches Price into the nearest turnbuckle with the top of her head hitting the corner and causing her to go flipping up and over it in Flair fashion. She then ends up coming down on her feet right across the apron. Unfortunately she lands right in front of Silence, who delivers a modification of the Mephisto Waltz…this superkick delivered on point right to Price’s swelling rear-end.

The shot acts like the gunpowder in a cannon, launching Kordy forward right into another individual on the apron waiting to catch her. Mark grabs Kordy by the armpit and hip tosses her over the ropes, back into the ring, and backside first into a corner…,her posterior coming down right into the top turnbuckle pad.

Kordy’s backside bounces right off the corner and her traumatized body flips over to the canvas. She rolls under the ropes and to the perpendicular apron she just suffered so much punishment upon. Like a cat her posterior arches into the air and Jessica Wilde instantly takes advantage. She rushes up behind Kordy, wedges a shoulder to her spine and then heaves her up into what appears to be a back drop suplex.

However, Wilde jumps off the apron and drops Price butt first onto the apron.

Dollar: Everyone focusing on Kordy’s backside. They may have just permanently debilitated her twerking abilities.

Susie: She might need a transplant butt if she ever wants to twerk again.

Kordy clutches at her posterior with both hands and now scoots across the apron like a dog with worms. Meanwhile, inside of the ring Sophie continues to be subjected to the pumphandle crotching from Mr. Hush before she finally provides a counter. The moment Mr. Hush actually heaves Sophie up and prepares to drop her with a pumphandle slam of some sorts, O’Brian goes flipping up and over his shoulder. She takes him around the neck on the way down and then drops Mr. Hush with a sit-down reverse DDT

Laymon turns towards all of this action, extending his arms to his sides and twiddling his fingers in anticipation of delivering a truly gruesome maneuver. That’s when one of his outstretched hands are slapped by Silence…the blind tags coming full circle.

Aggravation appears upon the painted face of Laymon, who spins around and pulls back his boot only to have his ankle caught. Jacob turns around, finding his leg caught in the clutches of Sophie. A hoping Jacob throws several punches at Sophie’s face but she keeps retracting it, pulling it out of position of these fists. She then concentrates on another part of Jacob’s body, his leg. She pushes the ankle away from her, causing Jacob to spin completely around right into a roundhouse kick delivered over the top rope by Silence.

Silence’s shin nails Jacob right in the temple and sends him stumbling back into a very familiar hold.

Sophie hooks one of Jacob’s arms, and then pulls the other through his legs, putting him in a pumphandle. The crowd then begins to cheer as Sophie steals Mr. Hush’s submission hold to begin repeatedly yanking Laymon’s arm up into his crotch while he’s trapped in this pumphandle predicament. And he DOES possess the necessary equipment to be damaged by this submission.

Dollar: Sophie giving Jacob a taste of what she just experienced.

Susie: Say goodbye to what was left of your crotch, Jacob.

Silence bustles into the ring and delivers another roundhouse kick to the side of the stooped forward Jacob’s face, cracking him right in the temple. The Black Crusade member then spins around and delivers a step up enzugari to the back of Sophie’s skull. O’Brian twists across the ring and spills to the ground while Laymon rolls across the ring clutching at his cheek.

Though Silence has just unleashed her wrath on two opponents, a third victim is not in the cards. She just begins to stand up after delivering the step up enzugari when Kordy comes barreling across the ring screaming in the process. She nails a lariat to Silence’s throat and sends her flipping up and over the ropes. She turns towards Sophie and Laymon struggling to their feet and then goes diving into both of their posteriors with simultaneous front dropkicks.

Her opponents are launched into the cables and then through them to the outside.

Dollar: Kordy getting some payback against everyone who targeted her with all this anus based offense.

Kordy then stands up and approaches her partner, slapping the outstretched hand of Norah.

The muscle of the Harem turns and spots Silence struggling to her feet on the outside of the ring. She quickly rushes across the apron, diving off into a big flying shoulder block that nails the Black Crusade’s striker. Both ladies are taken down but Polly is only on her knees for a few moments.

She stands Silence up and holds her in place as Kordy rushes across the apron and dives off, flipping forward into a senton that crashes right against her opponent’s chest. The two crash to the mats but Polly doesn’t let Silence stay down too long. She grabs her hair, drags her up to her feet and rolls the wiry athlete into the ring.

Polly slides in as well and then slips her arms around Silence’s, heaving her up from the canvas into a butterfly suplex. The verbal conduit of Legion, slams into the canvas while Polly floats over into the lateral press.

Susie: Harem have GOT to win this match if they don’t want to upset Porno Lad.

Dollar: I’m torn, part of me absolutely hates the Harem and wants to see them fail to successfully do anything, including breathing. But another part of me wants Kordy and Polly to show Porno Lad that women are not as inferior as he thinks they are.

The official makes the count but only gets to one before Silence is launching her shoulder from the ring, preventing the pinfall.

She then rolls to her knees where her back is subjected to a giant clubbing blow from Norah.

Polly then wraps up her arms, forces her to her feet then snaps back into the bridging butterfly suplex.

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Silence kicks out and Norah now rolls over backwards ending up mounting her opponent’s sternum. She begins to deliver right hand after right hand to Silence’s face. She then rolls back even further, ending up on her feet while grabbing Silence’s legs. She hooks them around the creases of the knees then drops back, catapulting her into the turnbuckle….one that Kordy is standing on the opposite side of.

The Harem had something sinister in mid for Silence, but find their plans thwarted when the masked combatant lands feet first on the middle cable and throws her forearm over the ropes into Price’s forehead….

Kordy has no sooner crashed to the outside mats that Silence is going airborne, twisting in mid-air and delivering the crossbody on Polly. Both athletes collapse to the canvas with Silence rolling away from her opponent.

She ends up on her knees with Kordy entering the ring and charging in. She goes to grab Silence around the neck only to have her opponent go crawling right through her legs. She leaps to her feet and lunges to the middle cable behind Kordy, who turns just in time to be caught around the neck by the very lady who just sprung into a moonsault. Silence catches Kordy around the neck and is about to subject her to the reverse DDT.

Before Kordy can suffer head trauma, it’s Silence’s brain that is rattled when Polly rushes in beside her and delivers a big boot directly to the side of the skull.

Polly not only saves Kordy, but inflicts some serious punishment on Silence, sending her spiraling across the ring and spilling into the ropes. Mark is in perfect position to make a tag on the woman who twists through the cables beside him.

Sophie tries to shout at Mark to employ some strategy.

Mark: Fuck strategy.

Mark’s gonna do what he does best…not use his head…but crush the heads of others…..LITERALLY. Polly is helping her tag team partner up when Mark steps in, grabs the back of both their heads and drives their skulls against one another. Kordy is sent staggering back into the ropes, leaning against them when Mark steps in and blasts her under the jaw with a thrust kick.

Kordy flips over the cables and to the outside while Mark turns towards Polly, and comes rushing in delivering a lunging big boot to her chin. Norah almost flips over, crashing onto her back and Mark lands beside her before going for the cover.

Dollar: Total War closing in on the Tag Team Titles.

Wright slides into position.

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Norah’s shoulder shoots from the canvas, twisting away from Mark. He scoots towards her taking hold of an arm, going for the fujiwara. The Mutilation could be on the verge of being locked in but Polly puts herself close enough for Jessica to reach out and slap her on the back of the head, tagging herself in.

Mark gets the submission established, relishing in the delight of the pain inflicted on Polly’s arm. That’s when Jessica flips over the top rope behind Mark, catches him around the neck in the process and yanks forward on it. Mark’s head snaps back with some significant whiplash and the fujiwara is broken.

Jessica then takes off into the ropes, ricochets off and comes back in at the still seated Mark, Wilde catching him by the arms and delivering the inverted curb stomp.

Wilde then rushes across the ring, ricochets off the ropes and is the recipient of yet another blind tag. Kordy slapping her on the shoulder. Jessica drops into a rolling thunder, flipping out of it and crashing back first right across Mark’s mid-section.

Dollar: Jessica doing all the work, but it looks like Kordy is about to take advantage.

Indeed she is, the moment Jessica stands up in front of the ropes, Kordy rushes in behind her, grabs her around the thigh and lifts up on her leg. Wilde is sent flipping over the cables and ultimately crashing to the outside mats.

Prce then spins around and drops down beside Mark, lifting up on his arm and applying the Hello Kordy. The High-Angle armbar is locked in on O’Brian, who grimaces from the trauma coursing through his bicep and shoulder. He lifts his hand in order to submit, but somehow resists the urge to quit. He realizes that the Tag Team Titles have been the mission directive of Total War and he cannot afford to lose now…when they have their golden opportunity to lay siege to the championships.

Mark’s fingers ball up into a fist as opposed to slapping the canvas. Kordy puts even more pressure on the hold as O’Brian scoots backwards, his foot extending towards the ropes in order to force the break. Though his leg falls short of the cables, his foot is close enough to be tagged by Laymon.

Jacob slides into the ring, rushes into the ropes in front of Kordy, and then dicves forward into a basement dropkick on Price’s forehead.

Dollar: Blind tags being made everywhere, and this one allows the Pestilence to break up yet another submission attempt.

Susie: Then….um…please excuse my ignorance.

Dollar: Lord knows I have all year long.

Susie: How come none of these teams have seeing eye dogs?

Dollar: I’m sorry?

Susie: If their all making blind tags.

The dropkick has Kordy knocked out and Laymon scrambling into the cover.

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Mark, with his one good remaining arm, manages to pull Laymon off of the cover.

Dollar: The O’Brians keeping their Tag Title ambitions alive.

Jacob rolls onto his back and Mark takes him by the wrist, dragging him up and into a short arm clothesline that connects. Both athletes collapse to the canvas Mark hurrying along back to his feet only to have Kordy dropkick him to the chest.

Mark goes staggering back into the ropes that are low bridged by Polly.

He goes flipping up and over them while Kordy turns her focus back towards Jacob.

She goes rushing right at him only to have Jacob catch her, heave her up and go for the Michinoku Driver. Price slides off his shoulder though, lands behind him and then shoves him forward into the ropes. Once again Polly low bridges the cables and Jacob goes flipping over as a result, crashing to the mats beside Mark. The two rise to their feet and immediately commence with an onslaught of rights and lefts.

Kordy then begins to stomp both feet in the center of the ring, sizing up her opponents.

Susie: We’re abouts to see Kordy go airborne.

The fans pop huge as Kordy rushes across the ring and begins to dive through the ropes only to stop and begin to grind her crotch against the middle rope, dry humping the cable.

Kordy: Oh yeah….Kordy’s a star…LOVE IT!

That huge pop, turns to laughter and heckles.

Dollar: Ooooh lord, thanks for continuing to set back women wrestlers, Kordy.

As Kordy crotches the ropes and grinds herself against it, she has no idea that Silence is rushing up beside her. The fans are justified in their loud pop when Silence lunges into the air, lands on the top rope AND Kordy’s back, then dives off into a twisting moonsault that sends her crashing into Laymon and O’Brian at ringside.

Susie: MOLDY CHEESE!

Dollar: Beautiful dive by Silence taking out a member of Total War and Pestilence. My God that was amazing.

The only person NOT amazed, is Kordy, who takes offense to be used as a launching pad. She climbs up onto the middle rope and leans over the top cable, shouting down at the three athletes who are gathering themselves. That’s when Wilde comes rushing in behind Price and leaps not only through the ropes, but through Kordy’s legs into a suicide headbutt connecting with all three opponents outside of the ring.

Dollar: And another dive unintentionally set up by Kordy.

The crowd is going bonkers…BONKERS…at the sight of the second dive that put four athletes down. Kordy remains standing though, on the middle rope, looking down over the top cable at her laid out competition and shouting at them. Her protests only end when Mr. Hush rushes in behind her, sticks his head under her legs and backs across the ring before falling into the electric chair drop.

Susie: Now Hush takes advantage….which may be the greatest thing since the invention of cheese in a can. Now if I could only figure out how to get said cheese out of said can.

Mr. Hush rolls to his back and Polly scrambles into the ring and then to her partner’s aid. She does so by trying to deliver punches and stomps to the still laid out Black Crusade member. However, her strikes prove ineffective when Mr. Hush balls up himself up into the Oriental Pillbug.

Susie: Mr. Hush curling into a protective ball….this is the greatest thing since cheese in a….

Dollar: We just covered that.

Polly continues to rain down blows only to realize they are doing nothing but tiring her out. Unfortunately, the moment she realizes that Mr. Hush is employing a modification of the Rocky versus Clubber Lang strategy, she finds one of her punches caught and her arm being pulled down into the triangle choke. Mr. Hush has the muscle of the Harem stooped forth and held in the submission. All the while Kordy is rolling across the ring and subjected to…you guessed it….another blind tag.

Sophie enters the ring, rushes towards her opponents and leaps over the back of Polly, catching her around the hips. She pulls Norah down into the sunset flip….only Mr. Hush is still holding onto the triangle choke. So he ends up seated on top of Polly’s chest while Sophie is holding her down in the pinning predicament,

Referee Wright is shouting at Sophie that Polly is not the legal participant, but neither she nor Mr. Hush are listening.

Before a potential three count can be made….Laymon slides into the ring, grabs Mr. Hush by the shoulder and pulls back on it. Mr. Hush crashes spine first into Sophie’s chest, knocking her off of her sunset flip pinning position and Mr. Hush’s triangle choke at the same time.

However, Sophie wraps her arms around Hush’s waist as he crashes into her. She then bridges up with her back, holding Mr. Hush in a pin from a crab walk posture.

Wright informs Sophie that Mr. Hush is NOT the legal wrestler in this contest. But before he can finish making this statement, Wilde rushes into the ring, gets caught under the arm by her partner Jacob, and is then sent into a hip toss, ultimately crashing into Sophie’s ribs and knocking her down out of the bridge and breaking the pin the hard way.

Dollar: AAARRGH!

Susie: Hey, your infringing on Hurse’s pirate gimmick.

Dollar: The Pestilence breaking up the pin to the total decimation of Sophie.

The action continues to pick up as Wilde rolls right along to her feet and then goes rushing at a recovered Polly, who scoops up her inbound opponent and drives her down to the canvas with a scoop slam.

Polly then turns and gets caught with a scoop slam by Laymon.

Jacob follows this by turning towards Mark….O’Brian scooping him up for his own slam. However, Laymon slides over his shoulder and lands behind his back. He then wraps his arms around O’Brian’s waist, going for a German suplex. That’s when a rattled Kordy rushes at both opponents, going for a forearm. However, both Mark AND Jacob duck their heads at the same time, causing Price’s back to twist towards them.

O’Brian then catches Kordy around the waist, setting up for a German suplex at the same time that Laymon is trying to German suplex him as well. None of these suplexes connect because Mr. Hush steps in, grabs them all by their shoulders and the thighs. Jaws hit the floor and people leave their seats at the sight of Mr. Hush heaving all three opponents into the air simultaneously and creating a moment as memorable as Hulk slamming Andre, by delivering a scoop slam on three opponents at the same time.

Dollar: Mr. Hush…he just….he just….how did he!?!

Susie: My hymen just burst.

Dollar: I warned that would happen.

The fans are absolutely astounded at the sight of Mr. Hush taking out all three of his adversaries via a scoop slam….reciting in a ‘that was awesome’ chant. Mr. Hush seems to have strained his back in hitting the move though, turning away from the trio of victimized combatants then turning towards Polly, who leaps the length of the ring in order to deliver a flying Super Girl Punch.

Mr. Hush goes down to the ring and Polly lands beside him on her knees.

Dollar: And now the Flying Super Girl Punch ALSO connecting in what has been a thrill ride thus far.

Susie: I love thrill rides, unless I’ve eaten first…and if I have, I wear a rain slicker before boarding said rides.

Mr. Hush is down as a result of this giant punch, and Polly is back on her feet looking to inflict even further punishment on anything that moves. She then turns right towards Laymon, who comes rushing in only to be caught with a drop toe hold. Polly then locks in the heel hook also known as the Scene of the Crime. At the same time Kordy is slipping in beside Mark and trapping his arm in the Hello Kordy.

Susie: Submissions in simulcast!

Dollar: Kordy and Polly have Laymon trapped..if they get him to submit they will retain the Tag Team…YAAAAH!

Suddenly Sophie and Jessica lung into the air and deliver simultaneous double stomps. Sophie’s boots fittingly collide with Kordy’s chest, while Jessica nails Polly in the stomach.

Susie: Double stomps in simulcast!

Both holds are broken but the damage has already been done to Laymon. Ribs and sternums have also been cracked by the double stomps from Total War and Pestilence. Jessica then turns around and immediately cracks Sophie in the face with a spinning heel kick. Or at least that was her intent, because O’Brian ducks at the last second, causing her boot to go traveling directly over her opponent’s head. Jessica’s momentum carries her into as full spin with Silence lying in wait to deliver the Mephisto Waltz. But that kick doesn’t connect, not this time.

Wilde catches her ankle, shakes her head and smiles.

Dollar: Wilde not falling victim to the same move that cost the Pestilence on the last Riot!

Silence’s foot is then forced down to the canvas only for her to leave her feet as she connects with a leaping enzugari/roundhouse kick directly to Jessica’s temple. Wilde’s bell has been rung, causing her to turn into the waiting shoulder of a recovered Mark O’Brian. He heaves her up and Sophie catches her by the neck, the two delivering the Sudden Jolt.

Dollar: That roundhouse kick sending Jessica turning right into the Sudden Jolt!

Susie: Total War about to become the Tag Team Champions, Johnny D.

Dollar: We’re about to see a title change right here at Invictus as the night just keeps getting worse for the Harem.

Moments after delivering the tag team finisher, Mark rushes towards Silence, hits her in the ribs with a spear and takes her through the ropes. The two crash to the mats while Sophie turns and prepares to crawl into the cover. She just drops to her knees to crawl into the lateral press when Polly suddenly rushes in and delivers a high impact running knee strike directly to the face. Sophie is knocked onto the very ring Kordy is scrambling across in order to throw herself over Jessica’s chest.

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Dollar: Wait-wait-wait…Don’t tell me the Harem have just snuck in the backdoor!

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The fans are not very respectful regarding the Harem’s method of victory here tonight.

Dollar: I don’t believe this! I just don’t wanna accept it!

Susie: They didn’t come through the backdoor, they slipped through a doggie door is what they did.

The crowd treats the Harem like dogs….As the Tag Team Champions manage to retain their gold via hook or crook tonight. Polly quickly snatches up the title belts and rushes around the ring, reaching under the ropes and grabbing an exhausted Kordy around the waist. She drags her out, hands her the Tag belt, and now the two stagger up the ramp. In spite of feeling the effects of what was a very physical tag team bout, the two pause on the stage where Kordy can try to twerk in celebration.

Dollar: Thanks to the hard work of Total War, Harem manage to retain the Tag Team Titles this evening. What a travesty.

Susie: The important thing is Kordy gets to twerk.

The belts are raised by the exhausted Harem members, who not only receive the wrath of the crowd, but the scornful glares of ever of their opponents.

A door….a door reserved for number one contender, Legion….

A hand….a hand belonging to P Clarence Whitman III….

A knock on the door by the hand.

It doesn’t take long for the door to open and for Mr. Gaunt to peek into the hall, finding a nervous Whitman standing there.

Mr. Gaunt: Yeeeess?

Whitman: Oh….ah…um….greetings.

Whitman couldn’t be anymore apprehensive.

Mr. Gaunt: Mr. Whitman….are you here for a reason?

He is, but he’s having trouble remembering what that reason is.

Whitman: OH…yes….of course. I’m here to extend my sincerest gratitude towards yourself and the Black Crusade for opening my eyes to the true nature of things.

Mr. Gaunt: You’re not about to give us another McConalogue are you?

Whitman: No-no, just wanted to thank you for inspiring me to be a man, one capable of standing in opposition to Jonathan Collins this evening.

Mr. Gaunt: Splendid, best of luck to you.

The door goes to close but finds itself held open by Whitman’s foot.

Mr. Gaunt: Is there something you wanted to add?

Whitman: Indeed. I wanted to tell Mr. Legion, that he has my full support headed into this World Title match against Taylor Chase tonight.

Mr. Gaunt: Good to know…I will relay the message on your behalf, as Legion is in no mood to entertain guests at the moment. His focus is where it should be, on the World Title bout this evening, in spite of certain mitigating circumstances that have us a tad concerned, namely certain contract signings regarding ownership of this company.

Whitman: Ah well…then thank you, Sir…and best of luck to your monster.

Mr. Gaunt: Hmmmm…little will be needed.

Leviticus: It’s party time…excellent!

Indeed it is, party time.

Festivities are in full-swing backstage where Leviticus has taken over the merch table, but also captured the imaginations of the watching fans. It’s pretty much impossible to ignore a man decked from head to toe in a flannel suit after-all…flannel bow tie included.

Leviticus: Hey yo to Chase Global supporters world-wide….It’s your Marketing Guru himself, the Master Media Mogul, the Most Loved Man on the planet….and I’ve got one more moniker for you…HOST! That’s right single mothers worldwide….Leviticus is taking it upon himself to be the Master of Ceremonies for tonight’s event…I mean, it only makes sense, my name is Leviticus…and that does sound a whole lot like Invictus. So I’m going to do a little thing we in the bizzness call cross promoting.

The gyrating Leviticus approaches the merchandise stand with so many collectible IWC items strewn over its surface.

Leviticus: It’s win-win peeps. The IWC gets the most marketable name in the industry as it’s host….and I get to unload some Chase Global goodies on all those kids up way past their bed-times and stealing credit cards from their daddy’s wallets. Only I could come up with such a fool-proof marketing strategy.

In the words of Baby Sinclair, you gotta love me.

But please, take your hands from your pants and put them together for the A-list celebs I’ve gathered to help hype Invictus as well as ship any orders you make right now as ChaseGlobalShop.com

And who are these celebrities in question? There’s the kid who played Ralphie in A Christmas Story…Pauley Shore of Encino Man fame…the eccentric Gary Busey….and so many others…They are each examining their laptops, waiting for the orders to come in.

Leviticus: That’s right…Order anything through ChaseGlobalShop.com right now and it’ll be personally shipped by one of these mega-stars. Like Paulie Shore for instance…hey Paulie.

Pauley: Yo….

Leviticus: Quick, do the phrase.

Pauley: Sorry?

Leviticus: Do the PHRASE!

Pauley: What…what are you talking about?

Leviticus: Don’t play dumb with me, Sir….we all know you’re basically a Rhodes Scholar. Now there are hundreds of fans who shilled out good money just to hear it….So say the damned phrase, or I’ll take back the bag of Skittles you were promised as compensation for being here tonight.

Pauley: Ugh…Hello BUUUUDDDY.

A tear is wiped from Leviticus’ eye.

Leviticus: This might just be the single proudest moment of my existence.

It takes quite a bit of coaxing, but he brings his emotions under control.

Leviticus: So the celebs are standing by to handle all your orders during Invictus…and if you make a purchase of $100 or more, Pauley Shore will come to your home and commit unseemly acts on your household pets to your viewing delight.

Pauley: When did I ever agree to that?

Leviticus: It was all stipulated in your contract…..

Pauley: That thing you had me sign written on toilet paper?

Leviticus: You betcha….

Ahem.

Leviticus whips around and finds himself ogling the beautiful Abigail Lindsey, who is presently overlooking the many wears gathered across the merch table.

Leviticus: Hey there, tall blonde and curvy? Here to make good on the lucrative invictus deals to pick yourself up a discounted Kyle Black pendent, or Lucas Knight beanie?

Abi: Hmmm, maybe…

Abi twirls a strand of hair in her finger.

Abi: I’m trying to find a gift that says “I’m sorry I ever pretended to love you, turned my back on you for another, used you to make a name for myself in the IWC and played off your emotions to get everything I want, only to ultimately humiliate you before the eyes of thousands of fans.” Got something that’ll cover that?

Leviticus: Umm…errm….a bobble-head?

A Gavin Taylor toy is extended towards Abigail, who smiles wide.

Abi: Cute…I’m sure Cassidy Cage will love it.

The toy is taken and Abigail waltzes off.

Leviticus: Another satisfied customer.

Excuse me.

Leviticus’ head needs to be on a swivel…spinning around to the source of the voice, but finding no one stood before him.

Down here you oaf!

The eyes of the Marketing Guru lower to the annoyed face of the well-tailored Desmond Drake.

Leviticus: Dude, where have you been?

Drake’s expression changes from anger to confusion.

Dark: Sorry?

Leviticus: You’re so late Mr. Troyer. What’s your excuse?

Leviticus directs focus to the empty chair amongst the celebrities reversed for “Verne Troyer.”

Drake: Listen here you shaved baboon…I’m soon to be your Boss, and I won’t have anyone, especially the likes of you threatening to upstage the moment that Mr. D signs over 50% ownership of the IWC to yours truly.

Leviticus: WOW…..here I thought hearing Pauley Shore’s catch-phrase was a life defining moment, but now I’m actually being threatened by Mini-Me? This is truly the greatest night of my life. Tell me something though, Mini….did you come here for nothing else but to give me grief?

Drake: I’ll give grief to whomever I please….And….AND…actually my pen ran out of ink, and I was wondering if I could buy a new one?

The ink drained pen is extracted from Drake’s chest pocket.

Leviticus: You sure can little guy.

A huge pen with an Adam Chase face serving as a cap is handed over to Drake.

Drake: Ummm…thanks….But it should be YOU thanking me….cause I’m going to use THIS pen too sign the contract that makes me an official co-owner of the IWC.

Leviticus: Hey, since you’re gonna be my boss, I’ll give you a special discount….if you buy two I’ll throw in the second at the same price as the first.

Drake: WOW….wait?

Cameras shift from Leviticus’s showmanship backstage to something that elicits far different reactions from the fans. The Hell in a Cell becomes the focal point, hanging forebodingly above the ring.

Dollar: There it is, Susie…

Susie: Charlie Manson’s wet-dream.

Dollar: As part of our absolutely loaded Invicitus line-up….we’re scheduled to see the Hell in a Cell be the playground for the Blacklist, the Royal Family, and Orlando Cruze here tonight. I don’t think I’m going too far out on a limb in saying that it’s going to be the most vicious match in the history of this company.

Made of Scars by Stone Sour is playing through the speakers, alerting fans to the next match on what has already been an exhilarating night of action.

CASSIDY CAGE VS. ABIGAIL LINDSEY

The curtains part and the woman once known as Cassidy Haze steps through the curtains. Tonight, Cassidy sheds her past skin and materializes from this molting process as a few more composed Cassidy CAGE. She seems to channel a different aspect of her personality in recognition of getting her hands on Abigail Lindsey tonight.

Dollar: Speaking of vicious bouts…we’re gonna get another one next…the recently rechristened Cassidy Cage going to battle against Abi.

Susie: Another grudge match on a night that has been full of them….We’re trying to cram so much grudge into one show like Kristie Alley tries to stuff so much of her fat into a pair of stretch pants.

If Cage will have anything to say about it, she’s going to trim some of that fat, by excising the tumor that was once her former lover. She slides into the ring across her knees then seductively kicks back her hair, the camera zooming in on the tongue that licks her upper lip. She then turns around on her knees towards the entry way, slithering backwards with her posterior hunched in the air, her body in striking position.

Dollar: Cassidy is ready….she’s prepared to get her hands on the woman who has on multiple occasions twisted her desires and left her in the lurch….This issue so personal and fittingly coming to its culmination here at Invictus.

Cassidy is far more prepared to lunge and indulge her primal instincts when Los Angeles by the Sugarcult plays over the speakers, and here comes Abigail Lindsey. Following close behind her is Maxine Moore, who, oddly enough is holding the end of a long golden cape flowing down from Lindsey’s shoulders.

Dollar: Abigail Lindsey is here and to quite a bit of fanfare. Lesser of two evils I guess.

Susie: But Cage isn’t evil…she’s just tragically misunderstood. Like characters in those Shakespeare plays I pretend I’m reading while secretly watching America’s Funniest Home Videos on my Kindle.

Dollar: There’s going to be nothing pretty about what happens to Abigail once she reaches that ring…..protection or no protection from Maxine Moore.

Susie: Good thing she’s wearing a cape then…cause it’ll give her the magical powers necessary to win this match.

Dollar: Erm….yeah…go ahead and believe that.

Abigail sheds her decorative Invictus cape, leaving Maxine to roll it up into her arms. There is nothing more constraining Lindsey, all limbs free and ready to be put to use against her waiting opponent. And their all going to be needed against the woman who crawls like a panther back and forth.

Dollar: The violence these two are going to release on one another is going t….wait…what kind of strategy is this?

As odd as it sounds, Abigail slides into the ring and remains on her knees and from this posture extends her arms out to her sides, looking for a hug.

Dollar: Seriously? Abigail wants to hug things out?

Susie: Is she STILL trying to win Cassidy back into her good graces? Even now, in their match?

Dollar: Abi just HAS to be loved by everyone.

Susie: Especially her former tag team partner.

The bell chimes at behest of referee Ingelson, who not only sports a neck-brace, but an arm cast as well from a string of recent attacks. Abigail doesn’t care about the ringing bell, she just continues to seek reconciliation with Cassidy.

Cage looks between the outstretched arms and the sincerity in Abigail’s face. It seems she is actually on the cusp of doing the unthinkable, surrendering to the warmth of Lindsey’s touch.

Abigail: Come on baby, come to Abi.

Cassidy is drawn into the web, slowly crawling towards Lindsey…

Dollar: I can’t believe this strategy is actually working…

The two ladies get within a few inches of one another when Cassidy suddenly leaps to her feet and dives into a shining wizard right to Lindsey’s face.

Susie: You were saying?

Dollar: Guess Cass wasn’t falling for it after all.

Susie: Oh….that’s what you were saying? I just imagined you were talking about Spider-Man.

Dollar: Well Cassidy may have just treated Lindsey like a fly trapped in an arachnid’s web.

Cage isn’t about to wrap up her prey and save her for a later meal, she goes right after Lindsey, who has rolled to the outside of the ring. Cassidy would go following right behind her only to stop half way through the ropes when she spots Maxine turning herself into a human barrier. She stands between Cassidy and Abigail, arms crossed over her chest and head shaking.

Cassidy gets a clue without having to phone a friend….though she has no friends in which to speak of. She backs away from the ropes and allows Maxine to turn her focus towards one of the few people in the world she legitimately cares about. Moore stoops over Abigail, trying to talk some sense into her friend and employer.

Suddenly she hears a loud screech though, prompting her to turn back towards the ring and spot Cassidy flying off the apron into a diving knee smash. The knee connects with Moore’s face and sends her twisting into the barricade, then spilling over into the stands.

Dollar: KNEE right to the face of Abigail’s bodyguard!

Susie: She took her out of the equation, which is dangerous, considering equations are scary.

Maxine’s bell has been rung, and her limbs are no longer cooperating with her. There’s nothing she can do to stop Cassidy and her insidious intentions for Lindsey, who is presently in the ring. Lindsey looks up from the canvas and through the cables at an emotionally unhinged Cassidy.

Cage rushes at the ring and slides in towards the woman who is still pleading with her to come to her senses.

Abigail: I know I’ve done and I’ve said some hurtful things, Cass….But we can still fix this…I can find another way to make a name for myself tonight, and you can find someone who will return your affections…

A leaping enzugari connects to the back of Abigail’s head, knocking her through the ropes and to the outside of the ring.

Dollar: ANOTHER big kick delivered by Cassidy…Abigail just unable to talk any sense into her whatsoever.

Susie: No more talking….only kicks…and capes…we need much more capes.

Abigail begins to collect herself on the outside of the ring, holding the back of her head while Cassidy looks to exacerbate this pain. She slides to the outside, grabs Abigail by the bangs and leads her up to her feet.

Abigail: Why can’t you just forgive me, Cass?

A standing spinning heel kick drills Lindsey to the side of the face and sends her staggering towards the ring, rolling in absent mindedly beneath the ropes. The back of Lindsey’s neck is absolutely killing her and her brains have thoroughly been scrambled…However, Cage isn’t going to rest until said brains are scattered…scattered all over the ring.

Cage steps up onto the apron and methodically stalks her opponent.

Cassidy: Love? You don’t know love? And neither will I….Thanks to you, neither of us will never know what true love is.

Cage gets a running start towards the struggling Abi, leaping into the air with an axe kick that misses. To the shock of everyone, Cassidy more than anyone else, she lands on her feet with nothing to show for her exertion. Abi has stepped back and lowers her hands from the welts on the back of her head, to her sides, fingers clinching into fists.

Cage spins around and almost gets beheaded by a lariat…a lariat delivered by the screaming banshee that Abi has transformed into.

Dollar: Abi has reached her breaking point.

Susie: She’s been subjected to too much out of Cassidy….She’s stood back and she’s taken too much….Now it’s time for her to get payback and to shine.

Every muscle in Abigail’s body is tensed, and her skin is blood red as she turns seething eyes, smoke almost oozing from her pupils, towards a startled Cassidy.

Cage rolls away from Abigail, ending up on her feet when Lindsey suddenly closes the distance and delivers a devastating spear. The very move that Cassidy has hit on Abi for several weeks now, almost cuts Cage in two here at Invictus.

The move launches Cassidy out of her boots and to the canvas. She then goes flopping across the ring and spilling under the ropes to the outside. But Abi is right along behind her, letting Cassidy drop to the mats only so Lindsey can deliver a double axehandle off the apron to her opponent’s upper-back.

The collision has Cassidy stumbling into the barricade and falling against it. Abigail is on the verge of charging in to deliver yet another blow only to stop and instead request a beer from one of the fans.

Susie: Don’t drink that Abi…super-heroes need sobriety.

Dollar: She wore a decorative cape to the ring, Susie, it does not mean she’s a superhero.

Susie: Yes it does…anybody who wears a cape is automatically super…I’ll prove it later when I jump off the top of my garage.

Abigail steps back with the beer in her hand and then throws it right into Cassidy’s face. The alcohol blinds Cage, who desperately swipes palms across her burning pupils.

Abigail: Is this how you expected me to look tonight? You thought I was going to be all red? Well I am…..but not from blood.

Instead it’s her flesh that has taken on a shade of dark red, rage consuming her as she grabs Cassidy by the wrist and whips her off into the ring. Cassidy slides into the ring and back to her feet, Abigail slipping in behind her and having no idea of the change in her opponent’s posture. Cassidy rushes into the far ropes, ricochets off and comes back in at the crawling Abi, throwing her knee directly into Lindsey’s face. Somehow she manages to side step the inbound knee, swing around behind Cassidy and trap her head. She has a side headlock applied, rushing towards the ropes and lunging into the air. Lindsey pushes off the top rope with both feet, going for a springboard bulldog

She ends up ramming Cassidy’s face directly into the canvas.

Dollar: Devastating springboard bulldog….Abigail continuing to exact retribution for the many beatdowns Cassidy has put down on her, be it tonight, or in recent weeks.

Luckily for Cassidy she manages to roll away from Abigail, giving her some time to recover. She pulls herself up with the aid of the cables just as Lindsey comes rushing in. However, Cassidy steps out of the ropes and goes for a big boot. This kick does not connect, Abigail catching her by the foot and dragging her towards the center of the ring.

Cage hops on one foot before launching it into the air, going for an enzugari…one that Abigail ducks under.

Cassidy lands on her elbows and knees as a result, while Abigail rushes in at her side, wrapping an arm around her neck and bringing her up to her feet. She then pulls Lindsey across the ring and lunges into the air for a second springboard bulldog. This time Cassidy manages to avoid this by turning Lindsey’s own momentum against her. She plants her feet, pushes back on Lindsey’s thigh and sends her flipping back over Cage’s shoulder.

Abigail lands on her feet behind Cassidy, who spins around into a decapitating clothesline…but Lindsey ducks, rushes into the ropes, springs off the middle cable behind Cassidy, then catches some air. Lindsey springs off the middle rope, twists and nails Cassidy the moment she turns around, with a springboard roundhouse kick.

Cassidy’s head almost makes a full rotation as a result of this kick.

Dollar: We’re really seeing what Abigail can do when she’s fired up.

Susie: Cassidy admitted she doesn’t love Abi, which she just cannot accept, because everyone MUST love Lindsey.

Cassidy sits up holding her head in her arms after that last kick, immediately feeling the pain she’s been subjecting Abi to throughout this match.

On instinct Cassidy begins to stand up when Abigail steps in and blasts her to the cheek, and then to the temple. Lindsey is really cutting lose with these blows before at last taking Haze by the wrist, puiling her forward into a shoulder to the ribs. Cassidy is driven spine first into the turnbuckle with a spear from the surprisingly intense Lindsey.

Abigail then steps back and gets a running start behind another knee only to have Cassidy go for a lariat to cut her off. However, Cage manages to duck and Lindsey travels into the ropes behind her, springing to the middle one, and twisting off only to have her roundhouse kick caught in mid-air. Cassidy catches the leg then performs a dragon screw leg whip that drags her right down to the canvas.

Dollar: Gah what a counter!!

Understandably the fans are stunned at the image of Cassidy’s counter, and even more shocked to see Cage flipping forward into the jackknife cover.

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Cassidy scrambles up to her feet, rushes at the turnbuckle, scales to the middle rope and then dives off, her head connecting directly to Abigail’s chest….It appears that it’s NOT the sternum she’s targeting though, it’s Abigail’s heart.

Cass gets to her knees, staring down into Lindsey’s pained expression.

Cassidy: You crushed my heart, whore, now I’ll crush yours.

Cassidy takes Abi by the hair, drags her to her feet, then whips her sternum first into the turnbuckle. Lindsey bounces off and goes staggering back into the waiting arms of Haze. She puts her hands to Abigail’s spine and shoves her former tag team partner into the turnbuckle chest first once again. Lindsey ricochets, grabbing at sternum which may have been crushed. Lindsey finds her spine soon wedged against Cassidy’s shoulder before she is heaved up into the back drop suplex. Lindsey attempts to float over though and counter, only to have Cassidy turn and flip Abigail over so that her chest connects right against her elevated knee.

Susie: At this rate, Abi’s breasts are going to be more swelled than a preggers.

Dollar: Cassidy working over the sternum of her opponent….or more accurately, her heart. Only fitting considering that Abigail apparently crushed Cassidy’s.

Abigail pops up to her knees, clutching tightly to her sternum. That’s when Cassidy rushes in and delivers a vicious roundhouse kick to the heart…..followed by a second and then a third. Abigail is in a lot of pain, and the trauma only gets worse, because Cassidy rushes in and delivers a fourth roundhouse….no….Lindsey catches her by the leg. She then stands up and delivers her own dragon screw leg whip, taking her opponent over to the canvas….But wait….in the process of being snapped down to the ring, Cassidy catches the back of Abigail’s head, and pulls her chest down into one of her elevated knees.

Abigail bounces off and goes rolling across the canvas, clutching at her possibly bruised sternum. She falls into the ropes, but instead of leaning against them, she springs off, rushing forward at her rival. Cassidy stands up just in time to catch Abi though, heaving her up onto her shoulder and then rushing across the ring. Before Lindsey can react, she’s thrown like a spear chest first down into the top turnbuckle pad.

Abigail bounces off and goes staggering back into the waiting shoulder of Cage.

She catches Lindsey, heaves her up and pushes her over into that same chest breaker. However, Abi floats over and lands on her feet this time, avoiding the knee. Actually, she steps off that knee in order to deliver a step up enzugari.

At the last second Cass ducks her head, the foot travels over it and Abi lands on her hands and knees. Lindsey pushes herself up into a crawling position, clutching at her chest, which is about to be crushed via a running punt.

Cassidy charges in and launches her foot up into her former lover’s heart only to have her foot caught just before it can connect. Abigail then stands up and pushes the foot away from her chest, Cassidy going into a full spin and then attempting an enzugari.

The boot travels right into the back of….nothing…Abigail now ducks her head, causing Cass to miss the kick and land on her elbows and knees. Lindsey limps to her feet, rushes in and delivers a big kick straight to Cage’s chest.

Cassidy pops up to her knees and then Abi begins to deliver buzzsaw kick after buzzsaw kick directly to the chest plate. She then goes rushing into the ropes in front of Cassidy, ricocheting from them and diving off with both boots directed at the sternum. They connect and send Cage rolling across the canvas clasping at her chest.

She gets to her knees just as Abigail rushes in and delivers a second front dropkick to the jaw and the chest. Cass is knocked from her knees and is sent rolling once again. The fans are solidly behind Abigail at this point as she stands and gets another running start behind a third front dropkick to the same portion of Cassidy’s anatomy only to have Cage leap out of position of the inbound boots. Abi lands on her back and Cage springs into the air. Now it’s her own feet coming down, right into a double stomp that nails nothing but the canvas.

Abigail rolls out of position, then charges in behind Cassidy, takes her around the neck and goes for a one handed bulldog only to be shoved off into the ropes. Abigail makes the best of a bad situation, going springboard into another roundhouse kick only to have Cass catch her by the leg once again.

This time before Cassidy can connect with a dragon leg screw, Abigail shifts her body, falling over top of Cage’s head, catching her around the waist and dragging her down into a sunset flip.

But Cassidy rolls right out of the pinning predicament onto her knees just before Abigail lunges forward and nails her to the chest with both boots. The basement dropkick she missed seconds earlier, sends Cage rolling across the ring.

Dollar: These two beginning to show how well they know each other….having history as tag team partners.

Susie: Yeah before that relationship crumbled when Abigail started fawning all over Alana Starr.

Dollar: And left Cassidy, her former love, twisting in the wind.

Susie: Wow…this is like a plot twist from Pretty Little Liars….Which I thought was going to be a soap opera about midgets….Boy was I mistaken.

Dollar: As mistaken as the person who gave you this job.

Cassidy drags herself up with the use of the ropes with her opponent closing in. Abi lifts her fingers into the air and twirls them around one another, signaling for the Serenity Now. The crowd excitedly lunges to its feet in anticipation of seeing the dazzling shooting star DDT. Maybe they got their hopes up too high though, considering that the moment the Black Widow nears her prey, she’s greeted with a move she least expected.

Cassidy’s counter is a thrusting of her arms out to her sides, looking for a hug.

Dollar: Cassidy asking for a…..hug?

Susie: She’s finally ready to reciprocate it.

Dollar: Psychological warfare between these twisted ex-lovers.

The crowd pleads with Abi not to fall for it….begging her not to return the gesture….not to walk into the snare set by Cassidy. Unfortunately, Abigail and her need to be universally adored, leads her to walk right into the hug only to have Cass catch her arms and drop her via the reverse Russian Leg Sweep, driving Lindsey down chest first into Cage’s elevated knee.

She collapses to the canvas, looking absolutely spent.

Susie: She should have known that was going to happen. Why can’t we all be psychics like Miss Cleo?

Dollar: Miss Cleo wasn’t even Miss Cleo, Susie…..But I agree, Abigail’s passions blinded her to what Cassidy had in mind.

Cassidy COULD go for the pin, but she has other ideas, pointing up to the top rope and shouting down at Abigail.

Cassidy: You want to be remembered? I’m about to make sure no one will ever be able to FORGET you….Just like I’ve never been able to forgive you.

The turnbuckle is ascended to the top rope, Cassidy steadying herself in anticipation of launching off into the double stomp….the very one she looked for earlier in this match….one that will collapse the chest of Lindsey.

Dollar: And right now the only thing on Cassidy’s mind, is crushing Abigail’s heart.

The entire building is pleading with her not to do it but Cassidy ignores their pleas and is prepared to take flight when Abigail suddenly cuts her off. Lindsey comes staggering in and grabs Cassidy by the wrist, drags her down off of the turnbuckle and onto her shoulders. She twists Cass around into a fireman’s carry only to have Cage to slide off and land behind her. Cage then hooks both of Abigail’s arms from behind, going for a reverse Russian leg sweep driving Lindsey’s heart into her elevated knee once again.

But Abi suddenly swings out of the predicament, and goes back to back with Cass, hooking her arms for the back slide. She pulls down on the arms, but Cassidy won’t be placed in this pin. She firmly roots her feet to the canvas, spins around, wedges her hands to Abigail’s back and shoves her along chest first towards the turnbuckle.

But it’s not Abi’s chest that is destroyed…or her heart. She steps up the corner, turns around and leaps off, catching a stunned Cage.

Before Cassidy even has the chance to react, Abigail leaves her feet, flips through the air, catches her former flame around the neck and douses her with the shooting star DDT.

Dollar: What a COUNTER right into the Serenity NOW!

Susie: I’m so amazed I just put Xena: Warrior Princess on pause.

Cassidy’s head takes the full trauma of the collision with the canvas and now all limbs have gone limp. Abigail crawls into the pinning predicament, hooking the crease of the leg with all remaining strength.

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Dollar: And the book is closed on this love story….

Susie: The romance is dead.

Thousands rise together to celebrate what may have been the most hard fought victory of Abigail’s career. She rolls away from Cassidy, clutching at her chest, suffering a bruised sternum and a wounded heart.

She now crawls across the ring and finds herself leaning against the ropes while Cassidy just lies there, with her cheek leaning against the canvas. Her eyes are barely opened and her mind is still unable to reconcile with the loss here tonight. And she’s about to lose more if Maxine has anything to say about it.

A steaming Moore climbs up onto the apron, looking to get revenge for that knee strike earlier in the match….however, Abigail calms her nerves. She shouts towards her bodyguard and extends her hands in a defensive posture, insisting that Maxine calm down….that this match and this issue is OVER.

A hand opens and closes….opens and closes….Katelyn Buehler grimacing slightly with each exertion of the muscles in her fist and palm. That same disgruntled Trainer we’ve seen several times in the past looks through his thick lenses at Buehler’s fractured hand, giving his ‘expert’ opinion regarding rather she can compete without the hand-brace or not.

Susie: Uh-oh….looks like Katelyn got called into the Principle’s office.

Dollar: That’s the Trainer’s Office, Susie, where our Trainer, “Surly” Sam, is gaging the extent of Buehler’s hand injury.

Susie: Oh, I thought he was trying to tell her fortune.

Dollar: In a way he was….Because he’ll have final say on rather Buehler competes tonight WITH or WITHOUT the hand-brace when she faces off against Rachel Foxx.

Susie: It’s gonna be brutal, rather she wears that hand casting, or not.

WILLIAM MASON VS. HURSE

“I shut my eye and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.”

I WANT TO BE A GOOD MAN

The lyrics of Devour the Day is streaming through the speakers and the bottom Cartel-tron parts to allow Hurse to make his entrance. He drops down to his knees on the stage and waits for the chorus of his intro track to blast through the speakers. Hurse then slaps the stage with both palms and lunges to his feet. A crimson shaded hooded trench coat hangs from his body, with Invictus written across the back in the center of an eye. Hurse rips back a hood and reveals a beanie pulled down over the top half of his face with a giant eye drawn across its surface, transforming himself into a Cyclops this evening.

Dollar: Nice fashion statement made by Hurse tonight for Invictus.

Susie: He should probably keep that over his eyes to protect them from William Mason.

Dollar: Indeed….because it was Mason’s targeting of Hurse’s one good eye that set this whole match into motion here tonight.

RIOT!

The footage from the final pit-stop before Invictus is re-aired, showcasing Hurse in the midst of dropping his boots to the ring and officially retiring from the company. Unfortunately….or fortunately….depending on rather you’re a Hurse fan or not….his retirement plans are thwarted by the debut of William Mason.

Dollar: We all thought Hurse was out to retire, but that’s when William Mason made his debut.

Susie: And did so by almost taking Hurse’s eye out just like a Red Rider BB gun.

After William disgraces not only Hurse’s legacy but insults Steven’s newborn son….the eye patch wearing legend snaps and unloads on Mason, ripping William’s shirt and subjecting his chest to chops. This onslaught ends when William grabs one of Hurse’s boots and swings it directly into Hurse’s eye.

We cut back to Hurse now pacing in the center of the ring, his beanie removed to reveal the special diamond studded eye-patch he’s wearing in recognition of tonight’s event.

Dollar: I think it’s safe to say that Hurse is out for retribution tonight.

Susie: Against whoever let him wear that eye-patch to the ring?

Dollar: No…though he should be. But William is the man he’s out to vindicate himself against…..the self-made millionare who not only attacked his eye, but targeted his legacy as well.

The Night by Disturbed hits the speakers and after a prolonged delay, William Mason finally deems the crowd to be fired up enough to make his entrance. They are indeed fiery….scorching William with their chants as he makes his way to the stage adorned in a solid gold shaded hoodie. He retracts his hood and then turns his back to the camera, revealing a message stenciled across the back of his shirt. “#INVICTUS: THE STREAK STARTS TONIGHT.”

Dollar: It looks like William Mason, the man who has been more hyped than Razor Ramon….

Susie: He so should have done some ‘chicas are just for fun’ vignettes.

Dollar: Mason’s not gonna be having a lot of fun when he heads down that ramp and collides with Hurse. Though it looks like William is under the impression that the outcome of this match is nothing short of a foregone conclusion.

Susie: Not smart to underestimate anyone.

Dollar: Susie, I hardly think your one to lecture others about their intelligence levels.

The hoodie is removed as William descends down the ramp and climbs to the apron. He now pretends he’s going to throw the collectible shirt into the crowd but stops and smiles, merely trolling the fans. The teasing ends when the hoodie finds its way into the clutches of a new owner. Hurse snatches it out of Mason’s palm, then transforms it into a makeshift noose. He wraps the shirt around the back of William’s head and then yanks on it, sending Mason flipping up and over the cables.

Mason crashes into the canvas and then goes rolling across it straight to his feet. A knife edge chop blisters his sternum, followed by another, and then a third.

Susie: Hurse is all over Mason.

Dollar: Just like I speculated…the fun has ended with William paying for taking Hurse lightly. I mean, we all know the guy has been on a serious downward spiral, but he has main evented several Paranoia events in the past.

Susie: Maybe William has triggered the old Hurse to reemerge.

Knife edge chops bring William down to the canvas, with Hurse coming down on top, now raining down with a barrage of right hands. Punch after punch after punch connects with Mason’s forehead, triggering a serious migraine.

Hurse: My son’s name is never to come out of your mouth again, Mason!

Hurse’s knuckles bruise against the bones in William’s face, official Fitzpatrick starting a five count to disqualify him. The devastating rights stop flying into William’s swelling cheeks and eyes and now it’s Hurse’s boots that do the damage. He stands up stomping away at Mason’s sternum and his forehead.

The man of infinite means rolls away from Hurse and tries to stand up. A forearm blasts him in the upper back and sends William staggering into the ropes. He ricochets off and comes back into a knife edge chop that threatens to rip the skin from William’s sternum.

Mason doubles over, putting him in perfect position for the series of kicks unloaded by Hurse. The back of William’s head is clutched and held down so that Hurse can deliver soccer kick after soccer kick to his exposed face.

Hurse then steps back and creates some distance so he can get a running start behind a big knee strike. The blow knocks William into the ropes and through them to the outside. He lands on the mats, staggering away from the ring and clutching at his bruised flesh. Hurse isn’t letting him get away though, charging up behind Mason, spinning him around and almost collapsing his chest with yet another knife edge chop.

Dollar: Hurse is having a full on Flair rampage right now.

Susie: Woooo. Quick, someone give Hurse a jacket he can give an elbow drop to.

Dollar: Who can blame Hurse for being in a tirade here tonight? The man has wrestled in so many Paranoia main events, and then William comes waltzing in and spits all over his legacy.

Susie: Hey, be fair. William didn’t spit on Hurse’s career, he just tried to horribly maim him and blind him for life.

Dollar: Oh yeah, that’s a lot better.

The stiff strikes have Mason swaying his arms to keep from going down. Just then Hurse comes rushing in with another knife edge chop only to be hit with a back drop. He goes flipping through the air only to eventually crash into the mats, kidneys and spine traumatized by the collision with the thin protective matting.

Dollar: William finally avails himself of Hurse with that gruesome back drop.

A traumatized Mason rolls into the ring and tries to catch a breather, only to be stunned by the visual of Hurse actually climbing back up onto the apron. Mason rushes in to cut him off, reaching over the ropes and taking his adversary around the neck. However, the former World Champion drops off the apron and snaps William’s throat back from the top cable. He then goes staggering back to the center of the ring as Hurse springs to the top rope in front of him and then flies off into a dropkick directly to the chest.

Dollar: Hurse still coming after William like a man possessed.

Susie: There is only ZUUULLLEE.

The onslaught continues on Mason, who tries to roll away only to have his arm caught in his adversary’s clutches, finding himself subjected to the crossface. But the crippler crossface isn’t good enough, so Hurse begins to grind his wrist-tape across his rival’s eyes.

The Eye Altering is providing an effective means of hurting William…but the last thing Mason is about to do is tap out.

He wedges his knees to the canvas and pulls himself just close enough to the ropes to extend his foot, placing it over the bottom cable.

A five count commences, but Fitzpatrick only gets to four when the hold is broken, Hurse not risking disqualification. He rushes in beside the kneeling Mason and delivers a swift punt directly to his ribcage. The strike lifts his opponent up off of his feet and sends him corkscrewing through the ropes. He lands on his feet and goes staggering into the barricade, employing it as a crutch.

He turns around right into a series of knife edge chops that are putting giant welts on his chest. William slides further and further down the barricade with each chop he receives from Hurse, who now takes him by the wrist and whips him directly into the steel steps.

William’s shoulder takes all of the damage as it crashes into the stairs that barely budge.

Fans: Fuck him up Hurse, FUCK HIM UP…Fuck him up Hurse, FUCK HIM UP!

The crowd only feeds a hunger for revenge that cannot be quenched, not even by driving William into the steps, though it won’t stop Hurse from doing just that.

Mason employs the stairs to reach his feet when Hurse steps in, grabs him by the back of the head and slams his face directly into the steps.

William’s brain bounces off the confines of his skull and his body goes rolling into the ring. He gets to his knees when Hurse slips in front of him, applies a front chancery and now begins to deliver knees to the eyeballs. The strikes are swelling shut Mason’s eyes….but will not shut him down entirely….even as Hurse flips over his head bridging back into the chin-lock.

Dollar: Hurse can definitely turn his career around here tonight if he forces Mason to tap out.

Unfortunately Mason is not intent on submitting after all the hype. He reaches back with his hands, wraps them around Hurse’s face and begins to hook the cheek and the nostrils. The raking of the face causes the former World Champion to break the hold and roll away from a recovering Mason.

Hurse then gets a running start behind another kick perhaps only to have his leg caught by Mason, who heaves him up and throws him down ribs first directly into the top rope.

The hot-shot connects and leaves Hurse dangling over the top rope, all the air and oxygen taken out of his lungs. William finally creates his opening, sliding through the ropes to the apron then rushing across it in order to deliver a swift kick to the side of Hurse’s head. The stiff blow knocks Hurse off the cables and sends him collapsing into the ring.

Once back in the ring, Hurse finds his skull caved in by another running boot directly to the temple. Hurse is sent rolling to his back while Mason drops down beside him, takes his arm and folds it over backwards into a top wrist lock. The aching legend sits up only to have William stand behind him, folding the arm over backwards into the wrist lock.

Dollar: William slowing Hurse down with some submission wrestling. The more of these limbs he debilitates the better.

Susie: Erm…Duh!

The submission persists to the point that Hurse’s arm almost snaps in two. The aggression from Mason is turned up to the next level, seeking vengeance for the multiple blows he withstood mere moments ago. Hurse will not be subjected to a fractured arm, nor a Mason victory. He wedges his feet to the canvas, forces himself up from the ring and then drops to his knees, flipping William over his back. Mason’s tight grip on the arm proved to be to his detriment as it causes him to flip over and roll forward across the ring straight onto his knees.

The vengeful Hurse then comes rushing in only to be caught by the arm, having it folded around behind his back as he’s placed in a modified kimura lock.

Dollar: William back on the arm, shutting down Hurse’s offense.

Susie: He’s got that Kimura Lock established.

Dollar: SUSIE! Did you actually just correctly name a submission hold?

Susie: Yep…thank you Wikipedia.

An intense Mason tries to maintain the submission only to have Hurse stand up straight, heave William into the air and deliver an atomic drop. Mason jumps back holding his crotch while Hurse rushes in to go for the lariat. Mason side steps the arm though catches hold of it and pulls it around behind his back. He now establishes the hammerlock….

To William’s distress, Hurse plants his feet and pushes back, shoving Mason across the ring and ultimately driving his spine directly into the corner. William breaks the hammerlock and Hurse stumbles forward, shaking off the kinks in his arm. He then turns around and rushes right at his adversary, diving into a spear that Mason side-steps. As a result Hurse goes flying through the ropes shoulder and clavicle first right into the ring post.

Hurse’s arm goes as limp as a noodle, and his body is about to follow suit. He’s taken by the wrist, pulled around and dragged into a front chancery before William snaps back into a DDT. Hurse crashes skull first into the ring, flips over and looks to be in dire straits at this point….with William only making things even more…erm…dire….by slipping in behind Hurse and once again establishing the overhead top wrist lock.

A “Hurse” chant can be heard from the crowd, who still fondly reminisce over his glory years.

Dollar: Hurse really needs to escape this hold.

Susie: Because the longer he stays in it the more it hurts him.

Dollar: Again….DUH!

Hurse stomps the back of his heel against the canvas then employs his feet to begin compelling his way up to his feet. The fan support, coupled with his own desire to get back to winning ways, gives Hurse all the inspiration he needs to begin his ascent to his feet. He has to silence the critics, and William will be the first.

Or maybe he’ll be the last critic Hurse gets to battle. William breaks his own hold, bends Hurse forward, takes him by the back of the head and tights, then charges him towards the turnbuckle, throwing him shoulder first into the top pad.

Hurse’s aggravated arm bounces off and he turns towards his inbound opponent William rushing into the elevated boots of his adversary. But William catches them before he can connect with his face. He then throws the legs up into the air, sending Hurse flipping over the top rope and landing on the apron. Mason then rushes after his opponent who bends down and drives his shoulder through the ropes into the ribs….but wait….Mason catches that limb too. He grabs the arm and tries to drag Hurse through the ropes into a fujiwara.

At just that point Hurse drops off the apron though, pulling William forward and throat first into the top rope. Mason’s neck snaps back and Hurse slides into the ring behind him, grabbing William by the shoulder, spinning him around into a stunner position and then rushing at the turnbuckle. He is intent on delivering the Sliced Bread Number 2 only to be pushed off into the turnbuckle.

Hurse turns and rams shoulder first against the turnbuckle AGAIN with Mason now following him in only to run right into a back elbow to the jaw. Mason staggers back, swinging arms to keep himself upright just before Hurse pulls himself up onto the corner and then dives off into a dropkick.

Both boots nail William straight into his chest, sending him flying back.

Dollar: Hurse is once again finding his momentum in this match…kicking back into gear.

Susie: He’s gonna make William walk the plank….hehehehe….see what I did there? Hurse so needs to get a wooden leg, so I can call him Peg-Leg Parkwood.

Right out of the gates all of William’s usual preparation has been shot…Hurse catching him from every conceivable angle at every conceivable point. And this advantage continues to be pressed. Hurse then rushes towards another turnbuckle, scaling to the middle rope and pointing at the tactician down below.

An ailing Mason gets to his feet when Hurse prepares to leap off into yet another dropkick. This time William manages to cut him off though, rushing in and getting cracked in the face with a boot. Hurse delivers a kick from the middle rope, sending Mason staggering back. The patch wearing Parkwood then springs to the top rope and leaps off into a gigantic crossbody.

Dollar: Hurse continuing to come at Mason from every….wait…William rolled through!

Indeed, Mason has managed to turn Hurse’s own momentum against him, rolling backwards and putting himself over Hurse in a lateral press.

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Hurse manages to launch an arm from the canvas only to find it falling into the clutches of his opponent. William forces Hurse over to his stomach and now tries to apply another submission, this time going for the fujiwara. Just as Mason falls at his opponent’s side and tries to trap the arm, Hurse ducks his head and rolls forward, pulling his limb right out of his rival’s clutches.

He reverses the wrist lock on Mason, then drags William to his feet and right into his shoulders. Hurse heaves Mason up and holds him in position for the More Than Meets the Eye….

Dollar: Hurse gonna dump Mason….fittingly….on his eye via the GTS.

Susie: And poor little Mason brought it on himself.

A thrashing Mason tries to escape as Hurse is about to at long last pick up a win…a win on the very event where his downward spiral began after losing the World Heavyweight Title to Orlando Cruze…a win that may very well trigger a return to form.

Just when it seems everything is about to come to a climax for Hurse, he hits perhaps the lowest point of his entire career. A thumb finds its way into his eye….William raking the only pupil providing Hurse vision.

The former World Champion is blinded by this gouge that allows William to slip off Hurse’s shoulders, land behind his opponent then drag him down into a backslide.

Dollar: COOOME ON MAN! Mason just attacked Hurse’s eye..AGAIN!

Susie: He should change his gimmick to Rutger Hauer from Blind Fury.

Dollar: He’s gonna be in a fury if this pin happens.

Fitzpatrick slides into position….

In spite of the blatant gouge the official STILL makes the count.

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…And it’s a count that sealed Hurse’s fate…and gave William precisely what he desired…a monumental win on Invictus. The celebration party will have to wait though, William fleeing the ring and any possible reprisals from his opponent.

Dollar: I hate to sound like a cliché….but William just stole this victory from Hurse.

Susie: And he did it by poking Hurse in the eye…that simple.

William walks away from the match a winner, but he definitely doesn’t feel like one right now. He tries to lift his arm only to succumb to the pain, the onslaught Hurse put on him tonight is too much, causing his legs to buckle from beneath him.

Dollar: Well, like it or not, William lived up to all the hype tonight by overcoming an overly aggressive Hurse…

Susie: Yeah, and it looked like Hurse had William a few times, but Mason continues to astound….he really pulled this one out of his ass, Johnny D.

Dollar: Revenge on Mason’s behalf for that loss to Hurse back in SCW.

Susie: But William’s win comes on the biggest show of the year….right here…right now…right at Invictus.

With welts on his chest, bruises on his flesh, and scrapes on his knees and elbows, Mason finds the strength to drag his addled body to its feet and lift his arms out to his sides.

William: I STILL have it ALL….and now I have even more. Thank you, Steven….You just increased the sphere of my influence…and you were the launching pad for the beginning of William Mason’s Invictus streak!

Mason chuckles to himself, even if every laugh hurts, as he backs up the ramp away form a man who does not give pursuit. Hurse’s body language needs no interpreter, he just sits with lowered head, sunken shoulders and sullen gleam in his irritated eye.

William: But no hard feelings, Steven, your boy, Larry, still has permission to worship me….A WINNER.

The Night by Disturbed is playing through the speakers as Mason manages to speak over his own intro and outro tune, as well as the heckles of the angry audience. No one is angrier though, than Hurse…or perhaps he’s more depressed than anything else.

Dollar: What a crushing loss for Hurse here tonight, who had such lofty goals for tonight, only to see them trumped by William Mason’s obsession with the spotlight.

Susie: William came to Invictus and has done what he’s done everywhere else…Dominate!

Understandably, emotions are running higher tonight than at any other point of the year…and nowhere is that more evident than in the expression of Axl Evermore. Who has even decked himself out in some Invictus regalia…consisting of a backwards cap and a t-shirt tucked under his suit jacket. But attire doesn’t matter, nor does the setting….which is the interview section by the way…it’s Axl’s guests that should be the focal point.

Axl: Crushing loss for Hurse, but come on….did anyone NOT see that coming? And no…that wasn’t just a jab at Hurse’s eye…looks like he’s taken enough of those tonight already. But let’s move onto a match on tonight’s card that should be a tad less predictable…I’m talking about the four way for the number one contendership at the World Heavyweight Championship.

He pauses for the applause from the crowd to simmer down.

Axl: And I’m standing by now with two out of four members of that match….Romeo Damascus…

The camera turns to bring Romeo’s half smirk into view.

Axl: Plus, the oh so vivacious Marie Jones.

The camera turns to bring Marie’s frown into view.

Axl: Romeo….Marie…the two of you are scheduled to face Ba’al and Lucas Knight in four way action tonight….but we’ve seen some hints of an alliance between you two in recent weeks. Is this match going to put any strain on your relationship?

Romeo: First of all, there is NO relationship to speak of. I expected better of you, Axl…not to monger idle gossip.

Axl: You have far higher expectations of me than I do of myself. Set the bar low, Romeo, so you never have trouble living up to it.

Romeo: Second….Marie and I both knew going into this match that it’s every person for themselves…and that we both have goals we MUST see achieved. I made a promise to Simon Cagero that shall be realized…and Marie…to my understanding, is looking to continue living up to the impossible standards set by her family….

Marie: Te-he-he….

Marie tries feebly to hide her laughter.

Romeo: Am I missing something? What has you in such stitches?

Marie: Your gross inaccuracy, maybe?

Romeo: Inaccuracy?

Marie: Your so…sooo wrong, Romeo…Consider yourself lucky to have a beautiful body and lovely face, because you definitely don’t have a brain. Otherwise you would realize that we never had any camaraderie, that we never had a UNION, I was only using you to get what I want….and now that you’ve got me to this four way match tonight, I’m through with you….

Romeo: Hmmm…what a shame.

Marie: And as far as living up to the standards of my family.. PPPPLLLEEEAAAASE! My family is comprised of nothing but low-lives and degenerates who should be bending over backwards to meet MY expectations. See, I set the bar higher than anyone in my family…a fact I’ll demonstrate here at Invictus by beating anyone….even you, handsome…to become number one contender.

Marie slaps Romeo on the chest then takes off down the corridor.

Axl: Harsh.

Romeo: No harsher than words I’ve heard from mightier foes before, Evermore. But words do not scathe me…..and they will not keep me from becoming the number one contender tonight.

Romeo takes off down the opposite end of the corridor as Evermore watches him leave.

Axl: Romeo Damascus, Marie Jones, Ba’al, and Lukas Knight, four way still yet to come for the number one contendership here at Invictus.

TABLES ARE LEGAL GAUNTLET
NHB #1 CONTENDERSHIP

Cameras return to the ringside area…or more fittingly….to the numerous objects amassed about the squared circle….tables….which will definitely be put into play here in a few moments.

Dollar: Speaking of number one contenders matches, we’re slated to see next perhaps are most grueling bout of the evening to crown a new challenger for Ba’al’s NHB Championship…And we’re doing it at Invitus…Tables Are Legal style.

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

The lower-most Cartel-tron parts down the center with Danny Darko moving to the stage. He pauses as flames shoot from both sides of the stage. But at Invictus…that’s not dazzling enough. So even more pyrotechnics are thrown in. Fire erupts on the edges of the ramp, leading all the way down to the ring. Danny walks between the flames licking at his sides and eventually climbs up the apron and into the squared circle.

Susie: Boy….no luck at all for Darko, huh?

Dollar: You’re right, Danny Darko selected as the number one entrant in this Gauntlet match where a new opponent will join the fray every minute. Eliminations can occur at any time, BUT, they must be done by method of putting your opponent through a table. The last person standing will become the number one contender for the N.H.B Championship….

Susie: Thank God there are so many tables out here….Do you think there will be any left overs for me to play Matchbox cars on top of?

Dollar: I don’t think so Susie.

Susie: DREAM KILLER!

Darko has a sick grin plastered on his face as he observes the numerous instruments of destruction gathered around him….just waiting to be put to use. Chalk Outline blares through the speakers and Jackson Adams comes to the stage accompanied by Alyksandra Blackheart.

Susie: And we don’t have to wait long to find out who the second entrant is.

Dollar: Oh no….oh please…oh God…someone beat me with a baseball bat until I have more vision impairment than Hurse. It gets harder and harder to look at this guy every time he flabs his way out here.

Susie: But now he has some eye candy….which makes no sense to me, seeing as you can’t eat with your eyes…..I’ve tried…it hurts.

Alyksandra…Silverwolf’s wife, isn’t the only feast for the eyes. Jackson has made himself a visual delight thanks to the sparkling chain mail that hangs over his shoulders. Adams busting out a decorative flourish for tonight’s much hyped event. The ring awaits the arrival of Jackson, who twirls down the ramp with Alkysandra following behind clapping all the while. The pair reaches the ring and Blackheart actually sits on the middle rope, parting the cables for Adams to enter.

Dollar: Careful now Mrs. Blackheart, woman who accompany Jackson Adams to the ring for events like these tend not to fare well. The last one who did that was Krissie McMorris, and she got dumped on her head the moment Adams lost his match that night.

Susie: Has Jackson EVER won at Paranoia?

Dolla:r I can’t think of any wins off the top of my head…which has to be in the back of Jackson’s mind headed into the first Invictus.

Jackson enters the ring, removes his decorative chainmail and burns a hole into Darko’s face with his eyes. The bell at long last chimes and Danny and Jackson begin circling one another.

Dollar: I can’t believe we’re about to see a feeling out process between these two.

Susie: Probably won’t last very long under these circumstances.

Actually, it ends before it ever gets started. Jackson and Danny step forward with their hands rising into the air, fingers twiddling in anticipation of applying a test of strength. However, strength is not what’s risked in the opening moment of this contest. Adams immediately goes for a kick south of the belt…the test of strength being nothing more than a rouse to sucker in his opponent.

Jackson becomes the sucker though, for thinking this strategy would work against Darko ….it doesn’t. Danny catches the boot before it can connect and now rips it clean off of Jackson’s foot. A stunned Adams staggers back bare footed before finding his boot pelted directly into his face.

Dollar: Hahahaa…I love it….I absolutely love it! Smell your own feet Adams…

Susie: Bet they smell like tartar sauce.

Adams spills backwards into the ropes, almost tripping over his own bare foot. All the while Darko is hoofing it right towards the ringside area. He leans forward to go through the cables and get his hands on a table…only it’s Jackson’s hands that get hold of Darko.

Adams grabs Danny by the arms and backs him up, twisting him around into an unprettier predicament. He is just about to drop and deliver the face crusher only to have Darko shockingly escape by wedging his hands to Jackson’s spine and shoving him off.

Jackson staggers into the ropes, but doesn’t stop there…he immediately drops into a baseball slide under the cables to the outside, using the momentum Darko’s push just gave him to reach one of the tables. He scoops it up urgently and then turns back towards his waiting adversary, who is bolting across the ring and diving through the ropes. The suicide headbutt connects…with the TABLE! Jackson swings the wood up and right in Darko’s flight path. Danny’s head cracks against the wood and his body goes twisting down to the mats.

Dollar: Jackson, that human weasel, TRIED to get a table into the ring, but it did even more damage to Darko at ringside.

Danny’s face ricochets off the wood, incapacitating his brain and numbing his body. Jackson then takes the table and actually throws it down right on top of his opponent, blanketing him with the wood. He then turns to the ring, reaches beneath it and grabs a steel chair, heaving it up and slamming it down on top of the table, squishing Darko beneath.

Suddenly a timer goes off throughout Madison Square Garden, cuing the fans into the fact that another entrant is on their way. And that entrant, none other than Tyson Galloway.

Dollar: HUZZAH! Galloway, not the biggest fan of Jackson Adams, headed to the ring as the next entrant in this Tables Are Legal match.

Susie: How do you know Galloway isn’t a Jackson fan?

Dollar: He chokeslammed him through a table.

Susie: So….that doesn’t prove anything.

The seven footer rushes down the ramp to get his hands around the throats of a few rivals….with Jackson presenting the most apt target.

He grabs Adams with both hands, spins him around and retracts his fist. He strikes, and to Tyson’s surprise, Adams is STILL standing. He returns with a shot of his own, blasting Tyson right under the jaw and shaking his teeth. Galloway then nails Adams with all five knuckles in retribution. Neither man is going down or flinching amongst this exchange of shots.

It’s impossible for them NOT to flinch, or to go down, when Darko wedges his feet to the table he’s trapped under. He now kicks it up into the air, the wood slamming into both Galloway and Adams, knocking the two into the apron.

Dollar: Darko turning the tables on…..

Susie: Hahahahaaha, I get it…I GET IT!

Dollar: It isn’t funny, and wasn’t intentional.

Danny takes the table that aided him and slants it diagonally against the barricade. He then turns back towards Adams, who tries to swoop in from behind. Though it’s Adams who is caught, legs being swept out from under him by the knees, Darko holding the legs then dropping back and catapulting Adams right into the table.

No sooner does Jackson’s skull bounce back from the wood that the table victimizes another. Danny stands up and turns in time to catch Tyson coming in with a forearm. But it’s Galloway’s forehead that connects, Darko hitting a drop toe hold that sends Galloway face first into the table.

Tyson rolls away from the table clutching at his swelling brow while Darko is clutching at something else…a steel chair. He picks it up off of the mats and swings the weapon that did so much damage to him, into the ribs of a recovering Adams, doubling him over.

Darko then prepares to maim another with the chair, holding the steel up as he rushes at Galloway employing the barricade to reach his feet. And it’s one of these feet that finds its way directly into the chair, Tyson delivering a thrust kick to the steel, ramming it back into Darko’s face and sending him staggering from the blow right into the waiting arms of Adams.

Jackson spins Danny around and plants his face directly into the mats via the unprettier.

Dollar: Surprisingly Galloway and Adams working as a team to do some damage to Darko here.

Jackson drags Darko to his feet, rolling him into the ring and then going to slide in himself. He begins to slip in under the ropes only to be caught by the ankle, Tyson drags Jackson back so that Adams’ legs wrap around the big man’s waist. Galloway heaves Jackson up into the air in almost a wheelbarrow suplex position before turning and throwing him down ribs first right across the top edge of the barricade.

Fans: OOOOH!

The odds are about to change, to who’s benefit, remains to be seen. A buzzer sounds and at once we have the Cartel-tron parting for the arrival of….Countess Nevena and her bodyguard Viktor Durgov.

Dollar: Countess Nevena on her way into the Tables Are Legal Ga…..wait now…what is she doing?

Nevena, adorned in special diamond tiara and lavish jewelry for this splendid Invictus event, turns towards Viktor and directs her bodyguard to the ring. With briefcase in case, Drugov starts down the ramp, leaving Nevena behind with a pair of opera-binoculars to watch the action.

Dollar: Is Countess Nevena sending her bodyguard out to compete in her stead?

Susie: That’s no way to make your Invictus debut…..she should be riding a pony to the ring if she really wants to make a splash. Johnny, can I have a pony?

Dollar: Nevena apparently not going to involve herself in such barbarism.

Susie: She’s a sophisticated lady, who should really give me a pony.

The Countess and collector, watches through her binoculars as Dugov rushes down the ramp, slides in and sizes Darko up with the briefcase in hand. Danny’s bell is still rung from the unprettier, and his body is starting to give out on him even as he compels himself up to his feet. He should have stayed down though, because he stands only to be taken back down again with a briefcase shot to the back of his skull. Drugov knocks Darko out and then turns his focus to Tyson, who has come sliding into the ring. The briefcase swings into his face as well, bouncing off of his skull and sending him staggering back into the ropes.

Tyson bounces off the ropes, stumbles forward and gets caught under Drugov’s HUGE arm, dropped with a side slam across the canvas.

Dollar: Countess Nevena has to be pleased with her bodyguards performance thus far….He’s getting into that ring and he’s dominating.

Susie: He did a lot of damage with that briefcase…hey Johnny, do you think there’s a pony in that briefcase?

Dollar: I would certainly hope not…..otherwise we might have some animal cruelty lawsuits.

As Drugov unleashes the fury of his employer, he’s blinded to the sight of the table sliding into the ring. Jackson manages to get it half way into the ring when Drugov steps in and cuts him off. He grabs the other end of the table, which is half inside of the squared circle, and half elevated high above the outside mats.

Drugov tries to pry the table out of Jackson’s clutches with the two involved in a tug of war. This battle ends when Darko come rushing up behind Viktor, catches him by the shoulders and leap frogs not only the bodyguard, but over the ropes, delivering a double stomp to the table dangling above the mats. As a result, the other side of the table launches up right into Viktor’s face. The wood smacks off of Drugov’s skull, sending him flying back and crashing into the canvas.

Dollar: Table smacking right off the forehead.

Susie: Via Darko’s double stomp…wonder if Danny landed on his feet after hitting that move…..Hmmm…if I can’t have a pony, can I have a kitten?

Dollar: You’ll get nothing and you’ll like it.

Drugov is out and the table remains slanted from the mats to the apron. After delivering the double stomp, Darko rolls into the barricade, using it to reach his feet. Jackson leans against the apron, providing a tempting target for Darko, who comes rushing in only to be caught around the neck. Jackson drops back into a downward spiral that smashes Danny’s face off the table left slanted against the apron.

The surprisingly durable table does not break….and this proves advantageous for Galloway. He grabs the table and slides it over the ropes into the ring then sets it up in the middle of the squared circle.

Dollar: That table finding its way into the match, but who is going through it?

Susie: Hold that thought, Johnny D, cause we got another entrant coming out here….please be a kitten riding a pony.

And who is the next entrant….to the delight of the crowd..it’s….IT’S…..LADDER! Yes, the former Cartel Champion, and surprise entrant into the Last Stand Rumble…..LADDER.

Susie: It’s Ladder…it’s Ladder….OMG…this is even better than a pony.

Dollar: Wrap your minds around this people, Ladder is about to compete in a Tables Are Legal match.

An individual wearing a green CGI suit carries Ladder towards the ring…And tonight, Ladder is wearing a decorative Invicitus dickie for this special event. The person in the full body lime green leotards lifts Ladder over the ropes and sets it up in the ring.

Susie: Unleash your wrath, Ladder.

Ladder stands there surveying all of the action, soaking it all in and apparently picking its spot.

Tyson pays the new entrant into the match little focus, too preoccupied with helping Drugov to his feet and subjecting him to a big right hand between the eyes that knocks him across the surface of the table. Galloway then backs up and doubles over, hands on his knees, eyes piercing a hole in the laid out bodyguard.

Tyson suddenly does take notice of Ladder though, as it provides the perfect launching pad to lunge through Drugov and the table. He slowly approaches Ladder, climbs it and gets to the half-way point before looking to take out his opponent….only to find his kidneys bashed by a briefcase.

Galloway almost loses his footing but Adams wants him exactly where he is, keeping Tyson balanced while JA climbs Ladder. He reaches the mid-way point, turns, snatches Galloway around the throat and to the surprise of everyone, chokeslams Tyson off Ladder and through the table.

Susie: Ahhhh…Galloway put through the table!

Dollar: Though I despise Adams with every last fiber of my being, I have to say it was fitting that he put Galloway through the table with a chokeslam….

Susie: Which was only possible thanks to the teamwork of Ladder.

Drugov rolled out of the way just in time to avoid having Tyson put through him as well. But in the process of dropping to his feet and staggering forward, he finds his face caved in by the Darkolator.

Danny re-enters the fray and in a big way, knocking out the bodyguard. This battle takes place over Galloway’s motionless body and the fragments of wood lying around him

Dollar: Tyson the first participant in this Gauntlet to be eliminated….and Susie, it looks like we’re about to have our next entrant into this chaos.

A countdown clock appears in the corner of the screen and cycles all the way down to 0….coinciding with a loud buzzer. Just then the intro track for Savage hits the PA system and Nikolai Kozov rushes through the parting Cartel-tron, bolting down the ramp and right into the ring.

Dollar: Watch your back Darko!

Susie: 1…2….Savage is coming for you….

He’s coming straight for Darko.

Danny has just reached his feet after delivering his rendition of the corkscrew roundhouse kick only to immediately be caught with a devastating lariat. The force of which sends Danny twisting through the air and crashing into the canvas.

Dollar: GAH! What a beheading clothesline.

After delivering the most devastating lariat in the history of lariats, Savage rolls to the exterior of the ring and immediately snatches up a table. The weapon is slid in and Savage begins to set it up, with no one about to intervene. Neither Jackson nor Ladder are aiding Darko, Adams seated on the top of the steel structure that has been provided far too much personification.

Savage sets the table up and then delivers a big boot to the absent minded Darko’s jaw, knocking him onto the table. Savage then climbs up on top of the wood as well before grabbing Danny’s hair, dragging his head under his seat and setting up for a piledriver through the table.

But things play out exactly as one would expect..with the piledriver about to be countered the same way that Darko prevented being put into the concrete several weeks ago. He spins out of the piledriver predicament, grabs Savage around the neck and prepares to DDT him through the table below.

Suddenly Savage counters through, wedging his hands to Darko’s ribs and pushing him back. Nikolai then stands up and grabs Darko around the neck, about to chokeslam him through the table…but that is countered as well.

Danny suddenly spins around, takes Savage around the neck and sets to deliver the diamond cutter. But Nikolai wedges hands to his spine and pushes him off. The sheer strength causes Danny to run to the edge of the table and then dive off landing right on Ladder. Jackson kicks down at him from the top of the structure, but Darko isn’t going after him. He turns around and then dives off Ladder, corkscrewing through the air and nailing the Darkolator on Savage while he was still standing on the table, knocking him off to the canvas below.

Dollar: OHHH WOW!

Susie: Can I make a new word to describe just how cool that was?

Dollar: Why do you even ask permission? You’ll damage our brain-cells regardless.

Darko and Savage might be down, but the fans are definitely on their feet and definitely loving what they just witnessed. A standing ovation is given to that awesome aerial maneuver unleashed by Danny, who lies right alongside the man he just knocked off the table. The painstaking recovery process begins, Darko just reaching his feet only to be subjected to another boot…this one delivered to the back of his skull by Drugov. The bodyguard’s big boot knocks Darko through the ropes and to the outside. All the while a countdown clock flashes in the corner of the screen, prompting Viktor to grab the briefcase he brought to the ring with him, unlatch it and reach inside. A steel chain is removed and wrapped about the knuckles of Nevena’s bodyguard.

Suddenly the buzzer goes off again and Durgov is NOT about to allow the next entrant to make much of an impression. He turns, stoops, and waits in anticipation of his next victim.

Dollar: Erm…where’s the next entrant?

Susie: Procuring me a pony I hope….oh and the word I made up….AWESOMUNGOUS!

Dollar: Terrible…absolutely terrible on so many levels.

When no one arrives Drugov begins to lower his defenses. A crucial mistake. A steel chair cracks him in the upper back, swung by none other than the CGI guy who carried Ladder to the ring.

Dollar: What the hell? The guy in the full body green screen suit just attacked Drugov with the chair….He’s the next entrant in the Tables Are Legal Gauntlet?

He’s not a HE after-all. The hood of the CGI suit pulls back to reveal the face of Karen McBride….entrepreneur and next entrant in the Gauntlet.

Dollar: Brilliant move by McBride…wearing a disguise to get the drop on her opponents.

The chair is then set in place before Karen spins Drugov around, rushes into the ropes behind him, ricochets off then leaps forward. She catches him by the back of the head then drags his face down directly into the chair’s surface. His face bounces off and the bodyguard goes rolling across the canvas. Karen then scrambles to her feet and turns to acknowledge both Darko and Savage battling their way up to their feet. However, she does more than just acknowledge them. She rushes at the chair, steps off it and launches off into a big lariat connecting to both men, taking all three athletes down to the canvas.

Dollar: Now McBride just throwing herself at anything that moves.

Karen, still wearing the CGI suit, snatches the chair off the canvas and looks up at Adams on the top of Ladder.

Jackson: You just try something bitch….I swear you’ll regret it worse than the day you lost your virginity in the back of that Ford Pinto.

Karen WOULD do something to shut him up if it wasn’t for the interference of a recovered Drugov.

The bodyguard spins Karen around and launches his boot up into her face. But McBride ducks, the boot going right past her skull and hitting nothing but air. Drugov then spins around and has the chair in Karen’s clutches thrown with incredible force right into his skull. The steel crashing into face resembles the sound of a gun-shot…but Drugov is STILL on his feet. This prompts Karen to pick up the briefcase, then throw it directly into Viktor’s skull.

Drugov staggers back, swinging his arm and trying to remain upright. So what is Karen to do? Put another weapon to use. She picks up the chain that slipped off of Viktor’s fingers, then wraps it around her fist. The chained knuckles are swung and connect against Viktor’s chin, knocking him to the canvas at long last.

Dollar: Karen McBride knocking Drugov out cold….Nevena can’t be liking this.

As speculated, Nevena sighs on the stage, lowering her opera glasses in order to rub her eyelids. She can’t even bring herself to view the onslaught between McBride and Savage. Nikolai steps in behind her, wedges a shoulder to her spine and then heaves her up into the air for a big back drop only to have McBride float over, landing behind his back,

Karen then steps forward and swings the chain at the back of Kozlov’s skull only to be caught by the chest and the stomach then heaved into the air. Savage is about to dump her as he turns around in the ring, on the verge of hitting a gorilla press. Just then Jackson comes flying off of Ladder and connects with a dropkick to Savage’s chest. The blow knocks Savage to the canvas with Karen coming down on top of him.

Both athletes hit the ring with McBride quickly getting to her feet only to be caught by the hair. Jackson drags McBride along face first into the rungs of Ladder. Her forehead bounces off and she goes twisting to the canvas.

The countdown clock is once again cycling down to zero while Alyksandra is shouting to Adams from the outside of the ring. She has hold of a table that she is trying to drag into play. Adams rolls out and grabs the weapon as the two carry it towards the ring. Just before the Table can be introduced and used to eliminate another combatant, the familiar tunes of Aerik Walker’s theme music blasts through the speakers

Jackson’s eyes whip around to the entry way, but too late, Walker comes rushing down the ramp and blasts him directly in the forehead with the Magnum Blitz.

Dollar: Aerik Walker the next entrant, and he just knocked Adams on his ass!

Susie: He just crushed Jackson’s skull with one punch.

Dollar: And something tells me he’s just getting started with the man who was instrumental in turning his wife against him. Hit him a few more times, Walker, hang him and skin him for the world to see….then take a lit cigarette and put it right in the head of Jackson’s pen….wow…did I just say that? I think I have a problem.

Jackson is down on the mats and now there is nothing, save for a table, separating Walker from his wife. Alyksandra smiles towards Walker, the man she betrayed via a chair shot on the last Riot!

Walker: What happened to you?

Alyx: Honey, I’m sorry for what I did….But it’s not ME who’s the problem. No…let’s talk about you! You’re an embarrassment….to our family…to our legacy….to this business…Think of what our kids are going through watching you come down here week after week tarnishing the reputations THEIR trying to build. You cripple their confidence in you, and themselves every time you step down this ramp and make a fool of yourself.

Walker: There’s only one person about to be made a fool of….this son of a bitch right here!

Walker directs his fury to Adams, stepping towards him only to have Alyksandra throw herself between the two.

Alyx: NO! If you won’t think about your kids, think about me. Think about what you’re putting me through. I once saw you as a strong man…a champion….an unbeatable hero….And now look at you, coming out here week after week, a broken down, washed up has-been that no one can respect.

Speaking of disrespect, Blackheart finds herself gently pushed aside so that Adams can swoop in and deliver a straight low-blow directly to Walker’s crotch.

Dollar: That bastard….That pencil-necked geek!

Susie: Field goal kick right to the gonads…..it’s GOOOD!

Dollar: Jackson using the distraction created by Alyksandra to set Walker up for that disgusting kick to the testies.

Adams doesn’t stop at the punt to the testicles, because he now swoops in behind the giant Walker and wedges a shoulder to his spine. Jackson summons all of his strength to heave Aerik into the air and drop him crotch first on top of the edge of the table turned onto its side. Aerik would like to lie on his side too so he can convalesce his crotch, but Adams isn’t letting that happen. He steps in and delivers a big spinning heel kick.

Aerik collapses to his back and clutches at his features while Jackson turns to Blackheart, who frowns. She doesn’t like this, but she cooperates nevertheless. Helping to set the table up before Jackson grabs the silver-mane of his opponent and employs it to put Walker across its surface.

Alyksanrda is leaning over Walker and continuing to try and talk sense into her husband. Jackson rolls into the ring under the ropes and then starts towards the turnbuckle, reaching the top rope.

Dollar: No please…please no…don’t let Adams eliminate someone else….Especially someone who shares my insatiable desire to crush Jackson’s body.

Adams stabilizes himself and then goes flying off the turnbuckle to the outside of the ring into a big splash that connects with….Alyksandra.

Silverwolf instinctively sits up and causes his wife to be dragged across the table’s surface as she tried to grab hold of him. Adams big splashes Blackheart and puts them both through the table to a loud reaction from the crowd.

Dollar: Ahhhhh-hahahaha, Adams accidentally takes out Alyksandra! That was gorgeous!

Susie: But he’s not eliminated right?

Dollar: Damn…good point, cause Adams can’t be eliminated by putting himself through a table.

The crowd is still going absolutely nuts over what they just witnessed, and the same can be said for Silverwolf. The big man is enraged when he turns to spot Jackson lying over the crippled body of his wife, the two broken by the collision with the table. The fuming Walker rushes in, grabs Jackson around the neck, heaves him up and throws him kidneys first into the apron. He then rushes in delivering a massive lariat to the throat that also crushes the small of his back against the ring.

Aerik takes him around the back of the head and rolls him into the ring where he’s pounced upon by McBride.

Karen drags Jackson to his feet, charges him across the ring and slams his face directly into the rungs of Ladder.

The buzzer sounds throughout the building and we have our final entrant in this number one contenders match for the NHB Championship, the largely unknown Valentina Madison. The Northwestern University graduate stops on the stage, overlooks the chaos and then bolts down the ramp.

Dollar: What a way to make a debut. Valentina Madison moseying on down the ramp here at Invictus….It doesn’t get any bigger than making a debut here at our most historic event of the year.

Susie: You want to know what would make her debut even bigger?

Dollar: I swear to God, if you say anything about her riding a pony I’ll give you an Indian rug burn.

Susie: I’ll say nothing then.

Madison pauses at ringside as she observes all the chaos in the ring, appearing quite jaded by the anarchy. Obviously she’s trying to pick her spot and pick it wisely.

After his head bounces off of Ladder, Jackson staggers back into the waiting arms of McBride. She takes off towards the weapon, steps up it and then pushes off, delivering the tornado cutter.

The timeless Acid Drop sends Adams popping up and looking dead on his feet…but soon he’s dead on his back when Walker rushes in and blasts Jackson straight to the face with the big boot.

Dollar Everyone teaming up on Adams…I absolutely love it!

Aerik staggers forward after delivering the boot and then turns just as Madison swoops in, leaves her feet and connects with the Wildcat Crusher. The double knees face buster sends Walker staggering back and falling into the rungs of Ladder to support his huge frame.

Dollar: Madison striking while the iron was hot.

Susie: I like irons….I use them to make grilled cheese sandwiches.

Madison then turns towards Karen, rushes across the ring and leaps into the air, going for a double knees face-buster on her as well. Just then McBride shoves Valentina off the Wildcat Crusher and sends her twisting towards Walker.

To the shock of everyone, maybe even Madison, she catches Aerik’s shoulders and drags him down into the Textbook Lungblower. The backstabber drags Walker down off Ladder and into the elevated knees of his opponent.

Silverworlf goes twisting to the canvas, reaching for his kidneys and twitching in pain.

Dollar: Madison flying around like a pingpong ball and inflicting damage indiscriminately.

Immediately after hitting the Textbook Lungblower, Madison rolls backwards extending her legs towards her original target, wrapping them around McBride’s waist. Valentina pushes herself up into position for the wheelbarrow facebuster only to have Karen wrap arms around Madison’s waist and rush forward towards Ladder. Madison’s head goes crashing through the rungs of Ladder while her legs were still trapped around Karen’s waist.

Once Valentina’s head goes all the way through Ladder, popping out on the other side, Savage swings a chair directly into the top of her skull.

Dollar: Ooooh wow….chair slammed right into Madison’s head after she was driven through the Ladder.

Susie: That’ll take your IQ down a few levels.

After crushing Valentina’s head with the chair, Savage holds the steel in place right in front of Madison’s face. Just then Drugov comes rushing in and delivers a big boot to the chair, driving it back into Madison’s totally exposed skull.

Dollar: And Madison continues to take some punishment….Welcome to the iWC deary.

Another table is introduced to the proceedings at this point, Karen trying to set it up. She finally gets the weapon slanted against one of the turnbuckles and then turns her focus towards Viktor, blasting him in the upper back with a forearm. She takes the bodyguard, spins him around and grabs hold of his wrist, beginning to whip him towards the table, but Drugov puts the breaks on it and instead reverses, dragging McBride into his shoulder. He heaves her up and begins to power her backwards across the ring, on the verge of goring her through the table only to have Karen provide a counter. She lifts her legs and extends them back, wedging them against the surface of the table and then pushing off. She twists in mid-air, going for the tornado DDT only to have Drugov shove her off.

McBride lands on her feet and then turns just as Savage swings a chair at her face. She ducks and the steel cracks Viktor over the head as a result, sending him staggering back and almost falling into the table.

Savage then spins around with the chair held up in front of him only to have the steel crack him in the face thanks to the Darkolator.

The chair falls out of Nikolai’s hands and he unconsciously twists into the waiting arms of Drugov.

Viktor heaves Savage into the air, turns to the table and drives him through it with a running gore.

Dollar: Savage through the table!

Susie: We should celebrate by giving everyone free ponies. And I want mine to have tassles in its hair.

Broken wood hangs over the broken body of Kozlov, lying crumbled in the corner.

Before the fans can even begin to react to the destruction of Savage, they find their eyes feasting on the visual of another table being set up at ringside. Walker gets it into position and then steps back towards the apron where he rolled Jackson. He grabs Adams by the bangs and begins to deliver punch after punch after punch right to his forehead. He now takes Jackson by the shoulder and around the hip, about to deliver a fallway slam that will put him through the table.

Just then Darko rushes across the ring and drops into a baseball slide, both boots connecting with Jackson’s spine and shoving him into Aerik’s chest. Walker staggers back and falls over the table with Jackson still lying on top of his sternum.

Danny stands up and overlooks the screaming fans, realizing that he has a hell of an opportunity here, a chance to eliminate two opponents at the same time. His tunnel vision keeps him from seeing the table being put in place by Drugov a few feet behind him.

Danny quickly takes off across the ring, lunges to the top rope and prepares to fly off and deliver a big splash through both Silverwolf and Jackson down below.

He is just about to go springboard to the delight of thousands, only to be caught from behind. Drugov drags him down off the ropes and onto his shoulders, setting up for a powerbomb through the table that HE put into position in the middle of the ring.

Dollar: Darko was going to splash Walker and Silverwolf through the table, but now Drugov has hold of him….We’re about to see another elimination….and not the one we were expecting.

Drugov rushes across the ring about to powerbomb Darko through the wood, only to have Danny try to counter with a hurricarana. However, Viktor holds on, allowing Danny to dangle upside down from around his waist, but that’s as far as he’s allowing him to go. Drugov growls and heaves Danny back up onto his shoulders, only to realize that Darko snatched up a briefcase off the canvas. He doesn’t realize this until the case cracks off the top of his skull. Viktor releases Darko, who drops off of the shoulders, landing on his feet in front of the bodyguard.

Though shaken by the blow from the briefcase, Drugov is not going down, in fact, he stays on his feet long enough to launch forward into a big boot that Danny ducks right under. He then goes rushing across the ring and dives over the top rope into a plancha directed at Silverwolf and Adams outside of the ring. Danny connects…with the table and nothing else…crashing through the wood with a senton after Adams and Walker cleared out of the way.

At the same time in the middle of the ring, Drugov turns around to go after Darko, only to have Madison come flying off of the very ladder that has caused her so much grief. She catches Viktor around the neck, swings around and spikes him through the table he set up via a tornado DDT.

Dollar: DRUGOV…..DRUGOV through the wood!

Susie: And Darko too….Jesus this is crazy…too crazy. I’m going back to watching Powerpuff Girls…That’s insanity I can deal with.

A ‘holy shit’ chant is heard from the crowd, corresponding with both the tornado DDT and Darko’s senton through the table. There are bodies lying absolutely everywhere and Viktor is the first to be cleared from the ring, wearing the battle-scars of that DDT through the table.

Valentina was equally as shaken up as her opponent after going through the table, yet she still stirs, crawling towards Ladder. Madison just begins to stand up when Karen rushes in behind her, and shoves her right along into the ladder’s rungs, her face bouncing off of it.

At the same time Walker has grabbed a table and is sliding it into the ring then taking Jackson’s bangs and using the grip to roll him into the squared circle as well. Walker rolls in, grabs Jackson around the head, heaves him up and then throws him high into the air with a huge hip toss.

Adams flips half way across the ring then comes crashing down from a tremendous height directly into the canvas. He then turns and grabs the table he brought into the fold, beginning to set it up, intent on putting Adams through it. He turns his eyes first from Alyksandra ailing on the outside mats, then to the man who accidentally put her through the table. He grabs Jackson by the wrist, drags him into his shoulders, heaves him up and goes for the 747. He is just about to deliver the fireman’s spinning DDT through the table only to have Jackson slide off the massive shoulders of his opponent at the last second.

Silverwolf then spins around and gets cracked in the rib-cage with the steel chain that Drugov brought into the match.

Walker doubles over as a result and then Jackson charges in and cracks him directly in the temple with the chain. The blow knocks Walker into the ropes, spilling through them to the mats. Jackson is following behind him, which Aerik learns once he gets to his feet and gets cracked in the jaw with the chain once again.

The concussing blow knocks Aerik over the barricade and into the crowd. Jackson is still right after him, and inside of the ring, Karen is right after Madison. She drags Valentine into Ladder, then steps around to the other side. She begins to make her way up Ladder and drag Madison by the hair along with her.

Dollar: Karen McBride using Ladder to potentially set Madison up to go through it and eliminate her.

Susie: Ladder is such a good team-player, it’ll work with anyone….it has no bias whatsoever.

Dollar: Erm yeah….sure.

The former Cartel Champion, Ladder, continues to make a good tag team partner for Karen. She gets to the midway point of the structure, pulling Valentina along on the opposite side. McBride then throws punches through the rungs right into Madison’s face, causing her to almost go flying off Ladder and through the table that Walker set up.

It seems that Madison is about to be eliminated, only to find herself getting fired up. She reaches throught he rungs of Ladder, grabs Karen by the wrists and pulls on them, driving McBride’s face into the steel. The entrepenuer almost goes tumbling from Ladder, leaning back with her brain rattled by the concussing blow. Valentina now drags her by the wrists, face first into Ladder again! McBride almost collapses off Ladder but has her wrists used to drag her up instead of letting her go down.

Dollar: Uh-oh…both ladies going to the top of Ladder.

Susie: But the serious question is…who is Ladder going to help?

Madison gets Karen to the top rung and looks over her shoulder towards the table set up down below. She then applies a front chancery, on the cusp of superplexing Karen over Ladder and through the table below.

Dollar: Ooooooh my.

Susie: This is not going to be for the feint of heart.

An aggravated Valentina heaves Karen into the air and into a suplex that would send her crashing through the wood to devastating results….and the table is broken…but not via a suplex. Instead Karen slides off of the shoulder, down Valentina’s back, catches her around the waist and delivers a sunset flip powerbomb that takes McBride off the top of Ladder and through the table below.

Dollar: AAAAAHHHH!

Susie: Karen just put Valentina through the table!!

A justified holy shit chant breaks out from the crowd as Madison’s body breaks the table and Karen sits up on the ring, leaning with her back against Ladder. A very bad predicament. Because it puts her in position for Darko to come rushing across the ring, leaping into the air with a chair wedged under his feet and dropkicking it directly into Karen’s face. Her skull is sandwiched between Ladder and the chair.

Susie: DOUBLE CHEDDER BACON CHEESE!

Dollar: So much violence!

Karen’s eyes have rolled into the back of her head as she sits against Ladder, fighting to cling to consciousness. At the same time Darko, who is in a great deal of pain himself, rolls across the ring to the outside, approaching another table. In the process of grabbing one of the tables, he finds one of the ringside photographers getting a little too close to the action. The mustachioed, cap wearing individual is shoved back by Darko, who lifts up the table and slides it into the ring.

Dollar: Hey idiot with the camera…you should know better than to get too close to the action when we’re having Tables Are Legal.

One of the individuals who just suffered as a result of this particular match-type, Valentina, is being rolled from the ring, still unsconious after that sunset flip powerbomb through the wood. Speaking of tables, Darko has brought one into play and oddly enough, he is lifting it into the air, putting one side through the rungs of Ladder, and the other end on the top rope. He forms a table bridge running horizontally from the cables to Ladder.

Dollar: No….no-no.

Susie: This is going to be the most gruesome thing we might have ever seen….far worse than a Nicolas Cage freak-out.

Action takes place inside and outside of the ring. Silverwolf staggers through the crowd and falls into one of the entry ways amidst the crowd. Just then Adams rushes in behind him and blasts the back of his head with the chain, knocking Walker to the ground. Jackson then steps past him to the backstage area where he secures another table.

Dollar: Jackson searching the innards of Madison Square Garden and emerging with a table.

The table is set up by Adams, but that isn’t good enough….prompting him to walk to the back and fetch a second table. He drags it from the backstage area and sets this table on top of the other.

Dollar: This is going to end very….very badly for one of these guys.

Susie: And I think we both know which one you want it to end badly for.

Dollar: You can read me like an open book, Susie.

Susie: I hope it’s a pop-up book….I love pop-up books.

With tables arranged, Jackson is now free to get his hands back on Silverwolf and put him in a position to go through them. He drags Walker up the steps around this entry way and before long the two are battling in the balcony high above the tables below.

Dollar: So many precarious situations here, Susie…tables set up everywhere.

And one of the people about to go through said tables, is McBride. Darko has managed to roll her on top of the table bridge that he formed and is now climbing up the opposite side of Ladder. Before long he is all the way up top, and he is on the cusp of leaping over to drive his adversary through the wood.

Dollar: Prepare yourself Susie, because this is going to be the most gruesome thing you may ever see.

Susie: More gruesome than Sarah Jessica Parker’s face?

Dollar: Far more gruesome.

Darko is just about to leap over the top of Ladder like it were a pommel horse and put himself through Karen and the table supported high above the ring…about to….The moment he begins to leap, he finds his ankle caught on something, the clutches of Nikolai Kozlov.

Dollar: Hey Savage…you were already eliminated from this match!

Susie: You thin that matters to him?

The only thing that matters to Kozlov is hurting Darko….but he’s the one who ends up getting victimized, via a stomp right to the face, knocking him down off Ladder and sending him crashing down onto his back.

Danny then turns his focus to his original target, only to find said target back on her feet and reaching over Ladder. She grabs Danny by the back of the head and slams his face down intot he steel with a resounding thud. She then pulls Darko around the neck until only his feet are supported by Ladder, the rest of his body outsretched and hanging in a front chancery.

Dollar: Don’t even tell me….Don’t tell me she’s gonna…

The crowd is buzzing as Karen falls to her back and delivers a hanging DDT that puts Darko’s skull through the table she was standing on top of. The table bridge shatters right down the middle and both athletes collapse from a great height to the canvas down below.

Suise: HOOOOWWWIE MANDEL!

Dollar: My God…My God…My God!

The holy shit chant is replaced by a that was awesome chant…all directed at Darko’s unbelievable plunge through the table.

Dollar: That had to have been the craziest thing we’ve ever seen, Susie.

Susie: Crazier than bananas in pajamas.

Both McBride and Darko lie amongst the wooden chunks while the fans are standing and rejoicing over what they just saw. Their barely given time to recover before their focus shifts to the balcony in the crowd. Walker is being hit with right hand after right hand by Jackson, staggering Aerik back to the edge of the balcony, about to tumble over to the stacked tables below. His eyes have rolled around in his head and his jaw hangs slack….Walker looking thoroughly discombobulated.

Adams then rushes in and delivers the knock-out blow, sending a body tumbling through the tables…HIS OWN. Walker bends down, catches Jackson coming in against his shoulders, heaves him up then turns, leaps off the balcony and delivers the 747. The fireman’s carry DDT puts Jackson’s head through not one, but two stacked tables as both men crash all the way down to the floor below.

Dollar: OOOOOH-HO-HO-HO!

Susie: And now Walker puts Jackson through wood too.

Dollar: With the 747 off of the balcony.

Susie: Someone send a pony out here to transport Jackson to the back, then let me keep it.

Aerik has achieved a modicum of revenge against Adams, who lies amongst hundreds of broken wood chunks. The move did just as much damage to him though, his body aching after that back first plunge…aching far worse than it would if he were still back in his prime. Karen McBride is hurting too after falling all the way through the wood down to the canvas below. Yet she still manages to get to her knees and slide to the outside, grabbing a table.

Dollar: We are down to our final two…one of these individuals will challenge Ba’al for the NHB Championship.

Susie: As if there will be anything left of either of them to challenge for the belt being left in this condition.

The table is positioned and Karen falls over it, hurting from toe nails to hair tips. Walker is in worse condition than she is, crawling across the concrete towards the ring, all bodily functions lost. He throws an arm over the barricade, and then has said elbow caved in via a chair shot. Karen has the steel in hand and puts it to good use, disabling Aerik’s limb.

Karen then takes Walker by the hair and pulls him over the barricade, sending the big man flipping onto his spine. McBride, who finds her frame beyond aggravated, takes Aerik by the hair, leading him across his knees. Walker just begins to find the strength to stand up when McBride grabs that very chair and swings it into his spine.

Aerik collapses onto the table, lying across it while Karen slides intothe ring and approaches Ladder. She kicks the broken shards of table out of the way and drags Ladder towards the ropes. She then begins to climb Ladder, getting to the middle point and turning to face her opponent far below.

Susie: No fing way is she about to.

Dollar: She is, Susie….Karen is about to five off Ladder unto Walker and that table down below.

Karen has at last got herself in position, but it is too late. She hadn’t counted on the recuperative skills that Walker has developed after 30 years in the business. He slides intot he ring and moves up Ladder as swiftly as his addled body will allow, reaching up and catching Karen by the throat.

Dollar: Walker has got Karen by the throat…he’s going to….please don’t tell me he’s…..there’s no way he’ll do this.

Yes he is. Walker turns, about to chokeslam Karen off Ladder and through the table way down on the mats below. Once again the crowd is buzzing in anticipation, everyone waitng to see it…everyone yearning to watch McBride destroyed. Just as Walker prepares to bring er off the Ladder, a chair is swung up and into his crotch. Somehow, even though he is barely able to breath, Jackson managed to make it back into the ring and cut Walker off. The chair slams into his nether regions, causing Walker to fall off Ladder and hit the top rope, his throat bouncing off.

Dollar Dammit!

Susie: And now Adams interfering after HE was eliminated.

McBride once again prepares to take advantage, dropping off Ladder and sliding through the ropes as Walker rolls under them. He gets to his feet and Karen takes him around the neck, charging at the turnbuckle, stepping up and it preparing to deliver an Acid Drop off the apron and through the table at ringside.

Dollar: Karen is about to win tables are legal.

She just pushes off of the turnbuckle to hit the springboard cutter only to have Walker wedge his hands to her spine, pushing her forward and over the corner. Karen turns and lands on the apron instead of flying to the outside mats. She then spins around, reaches over the turnbuckle, grabs Walker around the back of the head and drops to her knees, delivering a modified jawbreaker. Aerik’s chin bounces off of the top turnbuckle post, sending him staggering back.

He just balances himself before Karen does a headstand on the top of the turnbuckle and then drops forward in order to hit a hurricarana that would no doubt send Walker flying through the table. But he steps back and avoids the legs falling towards his shoulders. She lands on her feet right in front of Aerik, who suddenly snatches her by the throat, heaves her up and chokeslams her down through the tabe at ringside.

Dollar: Walker just hit..he just hit the chokeslam…through the table…through the table! We have a NEW number one contender for the NHB Championship.

The ovation is downright deafening as Walker falls back against the ropes, celebrating this monumental victory.

Dollar: So many bodies flying through tables here tonight. But ultimately the one that mattered most was Karen McBride, who was chokeslammed to her ruination…giving Walker the win here tonight.

Suise: He’s going to face Ba’al for the NHB Title? Awesome…You know…he should get a pony for this win…then he should give it to me…just cause I’m so cute.

Walker lifts an arm to celebrate only to have his spine crushed by a chair, one swung by Jackson. The blow knocks Aerik to the outside mats while Jackson leans on the chair as a crutch in the center of the ring. He then goes tumbing through the ropes and to the outside mats, landing behind Walker and raising the chair into the air. But Aerik cuts him off, grabbing him under the arm, rushing across the mats and throwing Jackson high above his head into a hip toss. Adams crashes into the steel ramp, grabbing at his kidneys and crying out in agony.

Dollar: Even with this match over, the fight between Walker and Adams knows no ends.

Katelyn: So what’s the verdict?

’Surly’ Sam walks about the trainer’s office, looking over Katelyn Buehler’s medical chart as she sits on the cot and awaits his decision.

’Surly’ Sam: I don’t think your request is very smart…but nobody listens to me anyway, so what the hell, go on out there and compete with a friggin broken hand for all I care.

Katelyn: Nice to see you have such a zest for your job.

’Surly’ Sam: Pfft…whatever. But if you have even one brain-cell, you’ll put back on that cast before you step into the ring tonight.

Katelyn: Nooo can do, Doc.

’Surly’ Sam: Fine…don’t listen to me….I’m just a trained medical professional is all, what would I know?

Katelyn: See you later, Sammy.

’Surly’ Sam: Yeah-yeah.

Buehler can’t get out of the room any quicker, stepping out into the hall where her face immediately brightens at the sight of Mr. Gaunt. He just so happened to be waltzing by with an expression of aggravation.

Katelyn: Mr. Gaunt….

He pauses, but only because it’s Katelyn who has engaged him in conversation.

Mr. Gaunt: Yeeeees?

Katelyn: Just got some great news from the Doctor…said I’m ready and raring to go tonight against Rachel Foxx.

Mr. Gaunt: I should certainly hope so. Anyone and everyone in Sinistry’s sphere of influence deserves to suffer for the slights they have committed, and I can think of no better place for their transgressions to haunt them than here tonight at Invictus. Now if you’ll excuse me.

Katelyn: Hold on…just one more thing….

Mr. Gaunt: I’m quite busy at the moment, Mrs. Buehler. I have pressing matters regarding the direction of this company that need addressing.

Katelyn: I totally understand that…All I want to say is good luck tonight….I’m rooting for Legion to win that World Championship.

Mr. Gaunt: Excellent.

Katelyn: Oh, and thank you…thank you everything.

A picture of Kellen Jeffries with the letters ‘RIP’ has been blown up and set in front of the camera.

Lukas Montgomery: Victims…

Lukas, Aaron Harrison, and Mika Kozlov stand alongside the enlarged photograph and their legal counsel, Martin Howe II. The image of the Blacklist’s first target, Kellen, is removed from the picture stand and the image of Dwayne Rodriquez is situated behind it. Once again the letters ‘RIP’ are inscribed beneath the photograph of yet another man the Blacklist decimated.

Harrison: Victims.

This image of Dwayne is tossed aside to reveal the portrait beneath it….the picture of Hurse, back when he possessed 20/20 vision.

Mika: Victims.

Another expanded image, this one featuring Nathan Creed takes focus.

Montgomery: Victims…

Harrison: That’s what you’ve labeled people such as Nathan Creed, Denile Partis and Yvone Knight….victims. You sympathize with them. You weep for them….But you’re wrong…these people aren’t victims. The Blacklist….Mika, Lukas and I, WE’RE the victims.

Mika: We’ve been persecuted.

Harrison: We’ve been judged.

Montgomery: We’ve been mistreated.

Harrison: We aren’t monsters….we’re just victims of a merciless system.

Mika: A system that Orlando Cruze and the Saviors subscribe to.

Montgomery: A system that has tried to beat us down.

Harrison: A system designed to take our dreams and shatter them.

Mika: A system that has tried to force us away from the business we love.

Montgomery: So it should be no wonder why we lash out and do the things that we do.

Harrison: We take a stand against the system instead of allowing it to crush us.

Mika: Jeffries, Partis, Creed, Rodriquez, each of them were statements…..Threats to the hierarchy…the establishment…We wanted to show that we would NOT be pushed around by the system…

Mika suddenly goes quiet…why, cause her pocket is vibrating. She removes her IPhone and scans the text she just received.

Harrison: Christian, Rose, Orlando, they are all cogs in a machine designed to subjugate the Blacklist. But tonight, we rise…rise above the persecution…

Montgomery: Above the biasness.

Harrison: Above the oppression.

Montgomery: And we do it inside of Hell in a Cell, where we make three more statements.

Harrison: Orlando Cruze….our issues have been long in the making…

Montgomery: Too long.

Harrison: You thought you could treat us like complacent little stooges…like henchmen. You brought us in thinking you could control us….

Montgomery: But we are not your minions, Orlando Cruze.

Harrison: Nor will we be your victims. You made a crucial mistake when you thought you could hold us down….

Montgomery: And when you denied us our request for a match against you.

Harrison: The longer we had to wait, the more our anger grew….and now…inside of Hell in a Cell, the wrath of the victimized will be unleashed.

Montgomery: You’re gonna regret a lot of things after tonight, Cruze…including dragging the poor Savior family into the middle of all this.

Harrison: The two of you should have walked away after what we did to Rose all those months ago…when we left her lying broken…

Montgomery:….Bloodied….

Harrison: And without a title….Now, you force us to repeat history. Because tonight, inside of that cell, Rose, and her meddling husband, will be left in the same condition.

Montgomery: Here at Invictus….the victims will vanquish their oppressors.

Mika: My Cowboy.

Kozlov steps towards Harrison, holding out the IPhone so he can see the text she just received.

Mika: He’s here.

Lukas grabs another of the photographs, removed it from the stands to reveal an image of Christian, Orlando and Rose, with the letters ‘RIP’ written below them.

The double doors leading into a corridor backstage, pop open and through them steps Mr. D and his entourage. They make a grand entrance into Madison Square Garden.

Dollar: The Chairman is here, Mr. D has arrived with his legion of lawyers in tow.

Susie: Do you think he’s here to give me my pony?

Dollar: No Susie…just no. He’s here tonight to make it official. The contracts will be signed tonight, and Mr. D’s 50% of the IWC will be signed over to Desmond Drake.

The thought of Orlando Cruze and Desmond Drake once again working together and sharing power is cause for significant concern. Even the Chairman realizes this, but the contracts in his hand will be signed here tonight.

KATHRYN PEARSON © VS. AMANDA BLAYZE
X-CLASS TITLE/2 OUT OF 3 FALLS

Warriors of the World is the theme ushering forth Amanda Blayze. The Cartel-tron opens and Amanda passes through, the proficient striker overlooking a sea of screaming fans. She clinches her fingers, forming fists and preparing to swing them into the face of the X-Class Champion. She transitions between feet at this point, getting herself pumped up. And the crowd gets hyped when Amanda throws the traditional Hawaiian Shaka signal into the air, resulting in an explosion of pyrotechnics off to both sides of the stacked Cartel-trons. These explosions eventually stop and reveal two flaming Shaka signals hanging from the rafters.

Dollar: We know that ownership of the IWC is about to change hands, but what about the X-Class Title, or the contract for a match against Brittany Lohan?

Susie: Amanda “Hawaiian Hotty” Blayze about to challenge Kathryn “Tattooed Tootsie” Pearson for BOTH of those things.

Dollar: As well as respect.

Amanda rolls into the ring under the ropes then jumps to the apron, throwing her Shaka signal into the air again to a surprisingly mixed ovation from the Madison Square Garden crowd.

Susie: Pearson and Blayze have been going all psycho on each other for weeks now.

Dollar: Indeed…This all started when Blayze turned down the offer to join Unity, which Kathryn took as a direct slap in the face. And then Amanda’s morals began to be called into question by Pearson every passing week….We saw all that come to a head on the last edition of Riot!

RIOT!

First the viewers are treated to a shot of a pull apart brawl between Pearson and Blayze, the roster fighting to separate the two from one another.

Dollar: After an attack on Yvonne Knight, passions imploded between Amanda and Kathryn….but that wouldn’t be their only run in throughout the night.

RIOT!

Later that evening these two feuding femmes battle it out as part of the Invictus All-Star Tag match…eventually culminating to Amanda delivering the Blayze of Glory directly on top of the Evolution Title belt.

Dollar: We also saw Pearson and Blayze going at it repeatedly as part of the 5 versus 5 All Star Invictus Tag match….where Kathryn got drilled with the Sunset Flip Driver on the Evolution Title belt….Which could have been chalked up to an accident, if it weren’t for the scene that followed.

We skip forward quite a bit to find Blayze kneeling over an unconscious Pearson at ringside, holding aloft the X-Class Title to make a statement to her Invictus opponent.

Susie: It seems Brittany Lohan’s plot to manipulate these two ladies into tearing each other apart has come full circle.

We cut back to Blayze standing on a corner holding her hands in another Hawaiian salute and staring towards the entry way in anticipation of her opponent’s arrival.

Dollar: The issues between these two have been building to this culmination in the form of a 2 Out of 3 Falls match that can only take place at Invictus.

Rip Out the Wings of a Butterfly tears through the speakers and we don’t have to wait long to see Kathryn Pearson. She doesn’t come alone though, because dozens of photographers amass upon the stage, snapping images of the X-Class Champion. She does a little twirl with her waist wrapped by the X-Class Title and the brand new Invictus Jersey, available on IWCShop.com, affixed about her torso and tied into a knot to show off her abs.

Dollar: Pearson about to put everything on the line tonight against Blayze…respect, her contract for a one on one match against Brittany Lohan, and the X-Class Championship.

Susie: This is gonna be HAWT.

Dollar: It’ll be intense, that’s for sure….given all the animosity that has developed between these two, stemming from not only the disrespect that Pearson feels that Blayze has shown Unity…..but Amanda taking exception to Kathryn questioning her honor.

Pearson reaches the ring amongst so many flashing cameras that it could trigger an epileptic seizure. She then slides through the ropes with the contract in one hand and the X-Class Title hanging from the other. Both items that Blayze wishes to get her hands upon, are raised aloft to the delight of the screaming masses.

Dollar: That’s what it all boils down to tonight when these two work through their issues in a 2 Out of 3 Falls match. The first fall being about respect, the second being over the contract for a singles match against Brittany Lohan, and the third…if necessary, fall being for the X-Class Championship.

Susie: So there’s a legitimate possibility that the title might not even be defended here tonight.

Dollar: That’s right….if Pearson manages to score two falls over Blayze, the X-Class gold won’t even be defended this evening.

We’re about to find out if this match will go the distance when the bell rings, and the contract and title have been forked over to official Fitzpatrick. Both items are elevated while both ladies take their respective corners, Blayze leaning back against the turnbuckle with shins crossed and Pearson with her hands on her knees, stooped forward in anticipation of a war. The bell finally chimes and we are ready for what promises to be one of the most heated confrontations of the evening.

Dollar: And here we go, Blayze versus Pearson, 2 out of 3 falls.

The rookie Kathryn is the first to step forward and call for a collar elbow….but Blayze has other ideas. She steps forth wagging her finger through the air.

Blayze: You don’t want to TRY to chain wrestle me….

Pearson adamantly calls for the collar elbow, insistent on showing Blayze just how sound a wrestler she truly is. Amanda…..a bit of a wrestling elitist finally steps forward and the two interlock arms. Amanda then switches around behind Kathryn, wraps arms about her waist, heaves her up and drives her down via a belly to back slam. She then transitions into the front chancery before disrespecting the Champion by spinning over top of Kathryn’s back several times. She ends it by dropping to her knees in front of Pearson then playfully slapping her on the head several times before finally scooting away.

Dollar: Blayze playing around with Kathryn here…trying to show that she is truly the superior wrestler…..Amanda may have stated that she respects Kathryn as a wrestler, but she will not let Kathryn try to upstage her in an area she spends night and day training in.

The crowd is particularly confused in regards to Blayze’s actions, yet she wears a giant grin on her face, throwing arms out to her sides and shrugging her shoulders.

This smile is not shared by Pearson, who just kneels on the canvas stewing. To Amanda’s surprise, Pearson stands up and calls for ANOTHER collar elbow.

Blayze: Some people never do learn.

The two step in and interlock arms before Amanda switches around behind Kathryn, sticks one leg in front of her opponent’s shin and then just shoves her forward, tripping her down face first into the canvas. Kathryn’s face slams off of the ring and then Amanda jumps onto her back, now acting like she’s riding a surfboard.

Susie: Now Blayze is doing her best Point Break impersonation.

Eventually Amanda jumps back as Pearson rolls over, face twisting into a hostile expression. In spite of being out-wrestled the previous two times she attempted to lock up with Blayze, Pearson stands up and calls for ANOTHER collar elbow.

Dollar: Is Pearson out of her mind?

Susie: Guess she’s as crazy as she is gorgeous.

The smile on Amanda’s face turns into a frown.

Amanda: Seriously?

After a sigh and a condemning shake of her head, Blayze steps in and once again locks up with Kathryn. The two struggle for a moment before Amanda uses her sheer strength to shove down on Pearson’s arms and send her face crashing once again into the canvas.

Kathryn ricochets from the ring and rises up to her elbows and knees while Amanda sits Indian style on Pearson’s back and crosses her arms, meditating.

Dollar: Amanda just making a total and complete mockery of Pearson….who she feels has absolutely besmirched her reputation by buying into Brittany Lohan’s manipulation tactics designed to paint Blayze as a big baddy.

Finally Amanda drops back, rolling over to her feet and upturning her palms as she extends them out to her sides, taking a lap around the ring. She stops only to tussle Kathryn’s hair, inspiring Pearson to whip up to her knees, fire burning within her eyes.

Amanda: Are you done trying to prove you can hang with the bes….

To the absolute shock of Blayze, and so many others, Pearson throws her hands into the air….not like she just don’t care…but so that she can entice Amanda into another collar elbow.

Dollar: Kathryn isn’t giving this up.

Susie: She’s as stubborn as my desire for a pony….one with glitter in its mane.

Dollar: You just keep upping your demands.

The call for another collar elbow is answered by Blayze, who steps in and prepares to inflict even more disrespect.

Amanda: Just give it up, Kat….you’re only embarrassing yourself.

The collar elbow just gets locked in before Blayze swings around behind Kathryn, wrapping her arms around her waist. She heaves her up into a belly to back slam when Pearson suddenly reaches back, wraps an arm around Amanda’s neck and counters into a side headlock take down.

Dollar: WHOA…what was that?

Amanda is flipped over, rolling across the canvas to her knees and looking irate at first. Her rage transforms into a grin when Kathryn stands up in front of her, gesturing for the challenger to try her hand again.

Kathryn: Come on baby….bring it.

Amanda: You have no idea what you’re asking for.

A more aggressive Blayze steps in and the two interlock arms in another collar elbow tie. Just then Blayze swings around behind Kathryn and sticks out her leg, putting it in front of Pearson’s shin before shoving her down. But this time the trip leads to a reversal, Kathryn turning on her way down, catching the back of Amanda’s head and hooking the inside of her knee. Blayze is shocked as she’s rolled up into the small package.

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The crowd comes out of its seats when they witness Pearson shockingly catch Blayze with that pin.

Susie: PUMP THE BREAKS!

Dollar: Pearson just caught her…she just caught Blayze with the small package.

A shocked Amanda kicked out a second too late, sitting up on the canvas and trembling as the realization sets in that she is down one fall. Kathryn rises to her feet, upturns her palms, sticks her arms out to her sides and takes a lap around the ring. Laughter and applause is heard from the crowd as Pearson emulates the display put on by Amanda.

Her lap eventually takes her right into a roundhouse kick delivered to the side of the skull by Blayze. The shot echoes throughout the arena and reverberates through Pearson’s body, knocking her out and down to the canvas.

Dollar: What a disgusting kick just unleashed by Blayze….

Susie: Poor Pearson’s face.

Pearson’s head was almost turned in a complete circle in a scene that would make Linda Blair envious. She slowly gets to her elbows and knees, looking stunned by this shot from a riled up Amanda.

Blayze drops down in front of Kathryn, and doesn’t unleash slaps on the back of the head….she delivers clubbing strikes…forearm after forearm drilling her to the upper spine and neck. Amanda’s face is wrought with intensity as she stands up and grabs the back of Pearson’s head, holding it down so that she can deliver another big kick straight to the forehead.

The shot knocks the X-Class Champion into a roll, grabbing at her face.

Dollar: Amanda is going to ruin those good looks.

The roll has taken Kathryn to the middle of the ring, where she rises to her knees and gets subjected to a big roundhouse to the chest. Pearson’s endowments provide little protection from the kick, which is followed by another, and then a third. Amanda then bends over and grabs Kathryn by the hair.

Blayze: You got my respect, but now you’re going to get your ass kicked.

The back of Pearson’s head is shoved, flinging her face directly into the canvas with a loud thud.

Dollar: Amanda just fuming over going down one pin in this 2 out of 3 falls match…she has to fight her way out of a deficit now.

Amanda accomplishes just that by pulling Pearson up to her knees and then stooping down in anticipation of delivering a knock out roundhouse kick. She swings around and almost beheads her via the blow only to have Kathryn duck, catch Amanda around her thigh once the leg swings over her, and then pulls her down into a school girl.

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Dollar: Pearson’s got her again!

No she doesn’t….Blayze rolls over backwards, kicking out and getting to her feet in the process. She then steps forward and nails a devastating thrust kick right on Kathryn’s cheek….Rattling her brain and rendering the champion unconscious.

Susie: Another sick kick.

Amanda drops into a lateral press, rubbing her forearm against Pearson’s face.

Dollar: This fall is now for the contract Pearson owns for a guaranteed one on one match against Brittany Lohan….and Amanda could be about to take it.

Susie: Amanda needs that contract to battle Brittany, battle the woman who has been instrumental in turning the world against her.

The official’s hand slaps the canvas to the surprise of the spectators.

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Pearson defies the odds by getting her shoulder up….The kick out intensifies Blayze’s efforts. She grabs Kat by the hair, sits the X-Class Champion up on her knees and then applies a front chancery. A knee cracks the top of her head, followed by another, and then a third. Pearson is dragged up to her feet and now Amanda swings around with a forearm crushing her opponent in the jaw, knocking her across the ring.

Blayze: Come on Kat…come on….You think you can out wrestle me…You’re pathetic.

Blayze then steps in and retracts her arm for another shot only to get a knife edge chop directly across the sternum. Amanda staggers back from the blow that threatens to leave a welt across her sternum. Raw intensity is seen burning in Blayze’s eyes as she steps forward and delivers a SECOND knife edge chop, this one more devastating than the last.

Blayze almost loses her footing, but then collects herself, charges in and gets caught under Kathryn’s arm. Pearosn heaves her up and drops her down back first across her knee. The Canadian back-breaker almost snaps Blayze’s spine.

Dollar: Kathryn showing the skills that Yvonne Knight helped her to hone.

Susie: She’s putting them to good use against Blayze as she fights to keep that contract against Lohan in her possession.

Blayze holds her kidneys as she crawls away from Pearson, who then rushes forward and delivers a big kick square to the small of her spine. The stiff shot knocks Amanda to her stomach, but she doesn’t stay down for long. Kathryn quickly steps in, wraps arms around her waist and dead lifts her from the canvas, showing her incredible strength before dropping Blayze right across her elevated knee. The rib breaker sends Blayze spiraling down to the canvas with Kathryn falling over top of her, hooking both legs.

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Blayze gets her shoulder up and makes sure this match IS going the distance. She turns away from Kathryn, who steps over Amanda’s back and then delivers forearms to both sides of Amanda’s face. She then leans into the rear naked choke.

Dollar: Pearson aggressive for a number of reasons tonight.

Susie: She had her pride wounded by Blayze.

Dollar: Not to mention her memories of what happened to her trainer Ivy last week.

Amanda suddenly reaches back, wrapping hands around the back of Kathryn’s head and snapmaring her over. The submission is broken and Kat goes rolling forward across the canvas onto her feet, turning around just in time to catch Amanda as she went for a kick to the ribs. Kathryn catches her around the ankle though and then delivers an elbow straight to Amanda’s knee. Blayze turns away from Pearson and begins to hobble across the ring just as Kathryn swoops in behind her, spins her around, wedges a shoulder to her ribs, then powers her spine first right into the turnbuckle.

All of the air is knocked out of Blayze’s body before Pearson takes her by the wrist, drags her away from the turnbuckle, heaves her up onto her shoulder in a spinebuster position, and then drives her spine first into the corner a second time.

Amanda’s arms fall over the cables and her legs almost cut out from beneath her.

Pearson then scoops Amanda up, turns and throws her down via a hard scoop slam. The body of the Challenger bounces off the ring and she rolls to her stomach, having her spine subjected to a huge leaping knee strike delivered right to the kidneys.

Blayze grabs at her back once again and then she goes rolling across the canvas, spilling under the ropes. She lands on her feet with her back wedged to the apron, reaching for her kidneys. Just then Pearson grabs the top rope, lunges into the air and swings her boots through the ropes directly into Amanda’s upper back. The collision sends Amanda spiraling into the barricade, smashing against it. Her arms fall over the barrier with her back suffering a great deal of trauma.

Pearson then rolls out and sizes Blayze up before charging forward into a big spear. However, Amanda has it scouted, stepping forward and catching Pearson under the arm. She is just about to hip toss Kathryn into the barrier, just like she did on Riot, only to have Kathryn reverse. The moment she’s thrown into the air, Pearson turns, wedges her feet to Blayze’s ribs and delivers a monkey flip. Amanda goes flying through the air and eventually crashing across the mats with the small of her back taking much of the impact.

Dollar: Pearson avoided what could have been a career shortening toss into the barrier, and she just took a few weeks off of Blayze’s in the process.

Susie: Amanda flew higher than a bird….Pearson was the wind beneath her wings.

The lower back of Blayze is pulsating with pain and Pearson stays on top of it. She steps in, grabs Amanda by the hair, drags her up and applies a front chancery before delivering a snap suplex. Blayze’s spine smashes the thin matting, and her body suffers tremendously.

Pearson rolls into the ring to break the official’s count and then methodically begins to make her exit. She gets to the apron, legs dangling off, and one of them falling into Amanda’s clutches. Blayze shows remarkable resiliency by getting to her feet, grabbing Kat’s foot and applying an ankle lock.

However, the Champion bends her knees, brings Blayze in and then kicks her off the submission. Blayze staggers spine first right into the barricade, her arms fall over the very object that just made her kidneys feel like they were burst like zits.

Pearson drops down from the apron and rushes into Blayze…or more accurately…rushes right into Blayze’s trap. Amanda catches her coming in under the arm, heaves her into the air and hip tosses her right on top of the barricade.

Susie: SNAP…CRACKLE…POP!

Pearson unleashes a blood curdling scream as the small of her back straddles the edge of the barricade, having landed directly on top of it.

Dollar: Kathryn avoided the hip toss into the barricade once, but not a second time….meeting with absolutely devastating results.

Blayze crawls across the mats and then up onto the apron and then up onto the turnbuckle. She turns around to face Pearson still straddling the barricade, before diving off the middle rope into a dropping Bret Hart style elbow right to Kathryn’s face.

Dollar: And what an elbow off the top right on Pearson’s face!

Amanda’s elbow fell into Pearson’s face, and now Kathryn’s arm falls into Blayze’s clutches. She is heaved form the mats and then sent with a hip toss directly into the apron.

Dollar: Noooo….another toss…this one into the apron. There might be internal bleeding at this point.

The crowd grimaces and groans at the sight of Pearson ricocheting off the apron to the mats. She reaches for her spine while Blayze reaches the ring to break the official’s count. She then dives off the apron into a double axehandle directly into Pearson’s spine.

Pearson, spine perhaps snapped, is dragged along to her feet then into the ring. Blayze climbs up onto the apron then pulls herself over into a twisting elbow drop, putting it directly into Kathryn’s chest. Her arm falls over Pearson’s chest as Amanda leans into a pin.

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Kathryn gets her shoulder up.

Dollar: Blayze not getting a win via that nonchalant cover.

Susie: It still looks like Blayze is disrespecting Pearson, even after everything that Kat has put her through in this match.

Blayze gets back to her feet at this point and then hooks both of Pearson’s arms, heaving her up and dropping her down via a tiger bomb back breaker across her raised knee. Kathryn bounces off and rolls away from Blayze, clutching at her targeted spine. Amanda then steps in and over the back, pulling the Champion up into a camel clutch.

Dollar: Submission locked in now on the back…

Susie: And Kat might have to pull a Chris Penn by having Kevin Bacon teach her out to tap.

Dollar: A Footloose reference? Is there anybody even still alive, besides me, who got that?

Susie: What’s Footloose?

Pearson struggles valiantly, but in vain. There seems to be no escape from the camel clutch…Blayze really putting her all into the submission….on the verge of all but snapping the spine if that’s what it takes to score the second fall and to earn the contract against Lohan.

Just when it seems that Blayze is going to achieve her goal, Kathryn squirms back through Kathryn’s legs, twists her body, takes her opponent by the hips and pulls her down into a sunset flip.

Dollar: Has she done it again!?!

The fans are again on the verge of leaving their seats.

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They fall right back on their rumps when Blayze rolls back out of the pin, grabs Kat’s legs and uses them to roll her adversary to her stomach, applying he liontamer.

Dollar: Liontamer locked in now on Pearson….

Susie: And after everything Kathryn’s back has been put through, I don’t think she can get out of this hold like she did that other submission.

Many fans rise back at once to their feet to implore Pearson to not tap out. Amanda sits down on the small of her back, putting as much pressure on the hold as she can manage, but Pearson will still not submit. Will still not tap out. The thought lingers in the back of her mind, but her desire for vindication trumps her pain. So she does the unthinkable, turning to her side and rolling onto her back, causing Blayze to spin around in order to face her, yet still holding onto the legs…or at least one of them.

The X-Class Champion frees a leg, puts a boot to Blayze’s jaw, and hobbles up to a standing base on one foot. Amazingly she’s countered the liontamer into position for the Cool It, Bitch.

Pearson’s version of the Inverted Stomp Facebreaker is about to be delivered to the amazement of the audience.

Dollar: What a counter…Pearson about to hit it….about to hit the Cool It, Bitch.

About to, is as close as she gets. Pearson drops back but her boot is dragged away from the jaw and Blayze counters into the ankle lock.

Susie: Talk about counters!

Dollar: That was indeed jaw-dropping.

Pearson is quickly rolled over to her stomach and Blayze is trying to get the ankle lock established only to have Kathryn counter again. She rolls forward and flips Amanda over top, sending Blayze flying through the ropes to the outside of the ring.

Dollar: But Kat manages to counter out.

Not only did Pearson counter out, but she launches Blayze out as well. Amanda crashes across the outside mats then crawls across them towards the time keeper. She grabs their pants legs and uses them to stand up, finding her hand taking hold of the X-Class title belt in the official’s lap.

Behind Amanda’s back, Kathryn is pushing through all the pain that courses through her body so that she can deliver what should be a breathtaking dive. Official Fitzpatrick steps in and tries to talk sense into her only to be pushed back, sent spiraling into the turnbuckle. Amanda falls into something else, the announce table, still clutching the X-Class Title belt.

Blayze: Is this what it’s about? Is this what it’s all about!?!

Dollar: That’s what you’re here fighting for, yes.

Susie: Everyone’s lives should be about big sparklies, Amanda.

Pearson takes off across the ring then dives through the ropes into a suicide headbutt that connects….connects with the X-Class Title belt. Blayze turns around and raises the belt just in time for Pearson’s head to come smashing directly into it.

Dollar: Blayze just…she just smacked Pearson right in the face with the X-Class Championship.

Suise: But….but…did she mean to do that?

Dollar: Her intent is once again ambiguous.

A stunned Blayze looks at the belt in her hands, then at Pearson laid out at her feet. Slowly her eyes turn towards the official, who was out of position after Kathryn’s shove, meaning he didn’t see the gold crack Kathryn in the face.

Once Amanda makes sure of this, she drops the belt, grabs Kathryn by the hair and rolls her into the ring.

Dollar: Accident or not, it looks like Amanda is taking advantage of the situation.

Susie: Which leads me to believe that it wasn’t an accident at all.

Kathryn gets to her elbows and knees, albeit in a totally stupefied state when Blayze enters, catches her around the neck and drops back into the Huntress Trap. Legs wrap around Kat’s waist and the arms locked about the neck cut off the air flow.

Dollar: Blayze taking full advantage actually…by locking in the Huntress Trap!

The submission is tightly applied on the battered back and the shaken head, no means of escape provided for the X-Class Champion. She lifts her near limp arm into the air and slaps the canvas. Official Fitzpatrick, now back in position, acknowledges the submission.

Dollar: Kathryn tapping out after that blow from the belt and having her back thoroughly worked over. There was just nothing that Kathryn could do…

Susie: Other than tap-tap-tap.

Dollar: Which means that Amanda Blayze now tied up the score at one fall a piece in this match, and that she has the contract for a one on one match against Brittany Lohan.

The submission is broken once the submission has been given recognition and a winded Blayze rolls away from the unconscious Pearson.

Kathryn tries to get up, but doesn’t get very far. She sits up only to fall right back down….exhaustion coupled with so many shots on her back taking a devastating toll on her body. A toll that Blayze once again looks to take advantage of. She steps in and grabs Kat’s legs, putting them under her pits and rolling the Champion to her stomach, applying the liontamer.

Dollar: And now the X-Class Title up for grabs in what has been an exhilarating two of three falls match thus far.

Susie: Looks like it’s gonna end quick too.

Dollar: Indeed, because Blayze giving Pearson absolutely no rest between falls….now locking in the liontamer.

Once again it seems that Pearson is left with no other recourse but to submit. Her hand elevates above the canvas, about to swing down and slap it in order to give Blayze the X-Class Championship. Somehow she finds the strength to dig down deeper than ever before, to summon energy from parts of herself she never knew she possessed, and push herself up onto her elbows. The hold is draining all of Pearson’s strength from her wounded, battle weary body, but she still manages to drag herself towards the ropes…ropes sooo far away.

Dollar: How in the world is Kathryn doing this tonight?

Amanda is in disbelief as she feels her body being dragged across the ring right along with the oh so stubborn Pearson.

To the excitement of thousands, Pearson manages to wrap a hand around the bottom rope, forcing Blayze to break the hold.

Susie: Kathryn got there…she got to the ropes.

Dollar: She would not submit for a second straight time, even after all the trauma she suffered.

Susie: She already lost the contract for a bout against Brittany, she can’t lose the X-Class Title too.

Dollar: Blayze said she was determined to take everything form Kathryn tonight…she might do just that.

The X-Class Champion struggles to her feet when Blayze steps in from behind and delivers an absolutely crippling thrust kick right to the lower back. Kathyrn screeches in pain then falls through the ropes to the outside of the ring, hitting the mats hard.

Dollar: Amanda goes right after the…back.

Blayze leans against the ropes, looking over them at her ailing prey.

Kathryn is grabbing the barricade, forcing herself up to her feet even with her legs reduced to nothing but jello at this point. Amanda rolls to the outside and gets a running start into a big roundhouse kick…one that Kat ducks under.

The momentum of the missed kick causes Amanda’s back to face Kathryn, who immediately takes advantage. She wedges a shoulder to Blayze’s spine, heaves her up and delivers a back drop suplex right onto the barricade.

Blayze’s spine bounces off amidst a roar from the crowd.

Dollar: Back drop into the barricade!

Susie: Retribution.

Amanda then goes crawling towards the steel steps, trying desperately to drag herself up only to have Pearson swoop in behind her. She wedges a shoulder to Amanda’s spine, heaves her up and delivers a back drop suplex onto the stairs.

Dollar: BRUTAL!

The strain this has put on Blayze’s back makes it difficult for the challenger to even breath, let alone walk. So Kathryn drags her up, pitches her into the ring and then crawls in after her. She wedges her shoulders to the creases of Blayze’s knees, folding her up into the pin.

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NO…still not enough…still not enough to put Blayze away. She kicks out, launching the X-Class Champion back. She rolls across the ring into the ropes, grabbing hold before she reaches her feet.

Susie: Mercy me….another kick-out!

Dollar: These two just putting each other through such hell tonight on the biggest stage in front of the biggest audience in the biggest…most historical arena in the world.

Pearson reaches her feet then rushes forth towards Amanda, who stands up and bends forward for a back drop. But Kat turns, drops spine to spine with her opponent then flips back, landing on her feet behind her opponent. Pearson then grabs Amanda by the shoulder, spins her around and wedges a foot to her chin before taking her by the wrist.

Dollar: Another attempt at the Cool It, Bitch.

An attempt that is thwarted when the foot is shoved from Amanda’s jaw and Pearson staggers forward to the center of the ring. She turns just as Amanda comes charging in with a spear only for Blayze to be caught under the arm, thrown into the air, and then taken around the neck. Pearson connects with a hip toss into a thunderous piledriver that has the fans popping to their feet.

Dollar: Pearson hitting the Hiptoss Piledriver…but look….Amanda’s instincts kicking in.

Blayze takes a very lucky roll, spilling under the ropes and landing right over top of the X-Class title. It doesn’t matter, because Pearson used up what last bit of strength she had left to hit that piledriver, now lying spent across the canvas, sweat beading down her blood red face.

She’s going on fumes, but Pearson still manages to get to her elbows and knees, crawling desperately towards her opponent. She stands up with the aid of the ropes and then reaches through them, reaching down for Blayze’s hair. She snatches a handful and then finds her face crushed by a roundhouse kick.

Blayze stands up and delivers the devastating blow that sends Kathryn twisting into the ring and cracking into Fitzpatrick. The official got too close and paid for it, the top of Pearson’s head nailing him in the jaw and knocking the referee on his back.

Dollar: How did Amanda manage to hit that?

Susie: These girls must have been overdosing on spinach.

Pearson crawls to the center of the ring with Blayze following…..but she doesn’t get back into the ring without reinforcements….the X-Class Championship in her hand.

Dollar: No….Blayze has got the X-Class Title again….the gold that helped her secure the second fall.

Amanda’s eyes cut from the belt in her hand to the back of Pearson’s head. The official is still recovering on the canvas, not in any position to see Blayze use the title.

Dollar: This is it…this is the moment we’ve been anticipating. Is Amanda going to use the title? Is she going to bash Pearson’s brains out with the belt and cement her turn?

Amanda’s whole body tenses, realizing that she could crush Kathryn…that she could become the X-Class Champion with such ease.

Dollar: The time for speculation is over…what’s it gonna be Blayze….what’s it gonna be?

Decision made….Blayze throws down the X-Class Title.

Dollar: That’s a surprise.

Blayze is through with the disrespect, dropping he belt in the center of the ring and then stepping back to take in the adulation from the crowd. She then smirks and steps up behind a recovering Pearson, grabs her by the shoulder, swings her around into a front chancery and prepares to deliver a brainbuster.

Dollar: Blayze is gonna end it with a brainbuster…not a shot with the belt.

Just as the crowd screams in despair, Pearson gives them a reason to change their tune. She wedges hands to Amanda’s ribs and shoves her off into the ropes.

Blayze ricochets from the cables and Kathryn steps forward cocking back her fist only to be cracked with a boot…Amanda lunges out of the ropes and nails a superkick variant directly on point to the jaw.

The swift and devastating strike sends Kathryn into a spiral, with her spine turning towards Amanda, who lunges into the air, wedges knees to her kidneys and delivers the back-stabber.

Dollar: Blayze annihilating Pearson’s back!!

Susie: She’s got the title….she’s got the X-Class Championship!

The third fall is about to be decided as Blayze hooks Pearson’s leg and the official regains consciousness long enough to make the three count.

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The fans are on the cusp of crying out…but Pearson again alters their reaction by means of launching a shoulder from the canvas.

Dollar: But Pearson manages…manages to get a shoulder up!

Susie: Breathtaking.

The crowd is slapping the barricade to rally behind Pearson, and to show their appreciation for what has been a hotly contested 2 out of 3 falls bout. Blayze rises to her feet and waits for Kathryn to get up, urging her to her feet and to expend the energy to stand. It takes the final vestige of energy, but Pearson manages to stand just in time for Blayze to swoop in from behind. She lunges into the air and goes for another back stabber only to have Kathryn swing out of the predicament.

Blayze flies forward, lands on her feet then turns back towards Kathryn, rushing in only to be caught under the arm. Pearson throws her into the air, going for the Hiptoss Piledriver, but Amanda transition in mid-air, catching Kathryn around the neck with a front chancery, then snapping back into the Huntress Trap….

Dollar: What a counter back into the Huntress Tr….

Blayze is about to dump Pearson on top of her head only to have Kathryn counter by reaching out, catching the back of Amanda’s knees and then flipping forward into a jackknife cover. She lies back first across Blayze’s stomach, holding down on the thrashing legs.

Dollar: WAIT!

Fitzpatrick drops down and the crowd waits to see if Pearson managed to pull off another shocking roll up.

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Blayze frees her legs and wraps them around the waist of Pearson and then rolls to her side, dragging Kathryn around with her. Pearson ends up on her seat with Amanda still wrapping the legs around her waist and pushing off the canvas with her palms.

Kathryn stands up with Amanda hanging off of her back and over the X-Class Title belt that was brought into the action. Blayze shoves herself up and into the Blayze of Glory….

Dollar: She’s gonna spike her on top of the X-Class Title.

In a sight that defies belief, Pearson manages to reach back, catch both of Blayze’s arms and counter the sunset flip driver. She pulls down on Blayze’s biceps and actually sends her flipping over Pearson’s head, landing on her feet right in front of Kathryn, who takes her by the wrist, wedges a foot to her chin then drops back into the Cool It, Bitch!

Dollar: Ooooh wow…. I never saw that coming.

Susie: And neither did Amanda.

Blayze stands up for a second with her eyes glossed over before her body finally catches up with her brain, taking a tumble to the canvas. Pearson then crawls in, catches the legs and flips forward into the jackknife cover.

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Dollar: And the third fall has been decided in absolute stunning fashion.

Susie: That was spectacusome!

Dollar: Please…please stop.

A huge ovation is given to both athletes after a thrilling 2 out of 3 falls bout that at last culminated to Pearson retaining her X-Class Championship. It takes absolutely every fiber of Kathryn’s being, but she manages to crawl over top of the X-Class gold, lift it up from the canvas and throw it up high above her head. At the same time Blayze has spilled to the outside of the ring now holding the contract that guarantees her a one on one match against Lohan.

Dollar: What a performance by both ladies here tonight.

Susie: Counter for counter for counter.

Dollar: But in the end, it was Kathryn’s counter that managed to secure her to the X-Class Championship.

INSTANT REPLAY

We cut back to Blayze outwrestling Pearson over and over again throughout the first fall only for it to end up costing her when she’s rolled up into a small package.

Dollar: Things started off with Kathryn trying to prove herself an apt wrestler against Blayze…only for Amanda to continuously disrespect her….

Susie: In the end it led to Amanda’s undoing though.

Dollar: Yeah, cause she got pinned by a small package.

Some time elapses, the replay cutting to the closing moments of the second fall, featuring Amanda grabbing hold of the X-Class Title belt at ringside.

Susie: But then things went sour for Pearson.

Dollar: Indeed they did.

Kathryn dives through the ropes into a suicide headbutt only to crash face first into the X-Class Title belt. This leaves Pearson susceptible to the Huntress Trap, which forces the champion to tap.

Dollar: Pearson would be forced to submit in order to give Blayze ownership of that contract for a one on one match against the Blue Eyed Devil.

Susie: And then things came down to the final fall. With so much drama.

And that final fall concludes with Blayze countering Hiptoss Piledriver into the Huntress Trap, only for the Huntress Trap to be countered into the sunset flip, only for the sunset flip to be countered into the Blayze of Glory, only for the Blaze of Glory to be countered into the Cool It, Bitch.

Dollar: Kathryn managed to do the unthinkable, flipping Blayze over her back and then giving her the Cool It, Bitch to retain her X-Class Championship.

Anguish flows through the traumatized body of Pearson, but nothing is going to stop her from standing on the turnbuckle and celebrating with the championship. Her fingers caress her lower back, while she holds the X-Class Title high in the air with her other hand. Blayze kneels on the mats, looking down at the contract and then up into the belt hanging from Pearson’s hand.

Dollar: What a terrific moment for Kathryn Pearson here tonight, retaining the X-Class Title and beating Blayze in 2 out of 3 falls.

A series of mirrors are put in place to provide a number of reflections…all of which belonging to Taylor Chase. The World Heavyweight Champion steps forward, putting her knuckles to the surface of a table and leaning in to look at the multiple reflections staring back at her.

Dollar: We just saw one member of Unity retain her title, will we see Taylor Chase do the same later tonight when she faces Legion for the World Heavyweight Championship?

The multiple reflections continue to look back into Taylor’s pensive stare.

P Clarence Whitman III takes the screen, standing mere inches from the entry way, standing in his glistening suit jacket, and standing before Lois Prince. There seems to be aggravation provided by Lois’ fondling hands.

Whitman: Lois PLEASE, I’m more than mere meat.

A gesture is made to the entrance tunnel with one of Whitman’s hands, while the other pushes away Lois’ molesting fingers.

Whitman: Besides, I require my stamina to go out there and participate in fisticuffs.

Lois: You don’t have time for a quickie?

Whitman: Absolutely not….I’m battling that Ba’al sympathizer in mere moments. I can ill afford distraction.

Simon: P-Wig….WHITMAN!

Whitman’s knuckles are already tensing as Simon steps down the corridor, still sporting an elbow brace but managing to hold out his palms in a defensive position.

Whitman: I have no time for the likes of you.

Simon: Listen…listen…listen….Clarence. I know your upset with me right now, but have you even TRIED to see things from my perspective?

Whitman: You engaged my mother in intercourse.

Simon: Yeah, but I thought I was having sex with your wife.

Whitman sighs and rubs his temples as a result of a migraine.

Whitman: And that is supposed to make things better….how?

Simon: I was trying to get back my number one contendership, Clarence. You know how it feels to be champion….and you know you would do anything to be champion again.

Whitman: Holding gold does have its perks.

Simon: SEE! You can’t blame me for trying to black-mail Orlando with a sex tap, with who I thought was Taylor Chase’s clone over there.

Whitman: Firstly, your plot is so incredibly convoluted. Secondly,, you SHAGGED MY MOTHER!

Simon: Sacrifices Whitman…sacrifices.

Whitman: I have a match to compete in.

Simon: Just hold on one second Clarence….I’ve got a surprise that should smooth things over between the two of us.

Whitman: I’m through with surprises, Simon.

Whitman turns to make his way to the ring.

Simon: It involves Lost..

Whitman turns to acknowledge Simon.

Whitman: Lost you say?

Simon: Yep….I went out and I found your hero, and now he’s here to give you a big inspirational speech before you go out and fight that mofo.

Though Whitman loathes Simon with every fiber of his being, he’s compelled to listen, especially when it has anything to do with Lost.

Whitman: You mean to tell me that….that….you’ve brought Mr. Fox, Mr. Matthew Fox here to Invictus?

Simon was in the process of reaching around a corner.

Simon: Erm….no.

Whitman: Then you’ve brought Josh Holloway along to inspire….

Simon: Not exactly.

Whitman: Oh…um…erm….Naveen Andrews?

Simon tugs and pulls a portly fellow around the corner and into view.

Simon: It’s HURLEY!

Indeed…the hefty gentleman known as Hurley stands in front of a stunned Clarence.

Jorge Garcia: Hey guy.

Hurley waves towards Whitman….who isn’t as thrilled as Simon would have anticipated.

Whitman: Hurley…..Hurley?

Jorge: That’s me….or at least who I portrayed on television.

Simon: Everybody loves Hurley….The hero of Lost.

Whitman: Hero….have you ever even seen Lost?

Simon: No…a little too self-indulgent for my taste.

Whitman: Then you’re doing yourself a great disservice. Just as you’ve done to me tonight. But P Clarence Whitman III is through with disservice….disrespect and dishonor…Here at Invictus, I shall show the world that I no longer tolerate any of it. I am a new man….and I will demonstrate as such by going out to that ring and soundly thrashing this Johnathan Collins creature. Now if you’ll excuse me…

Simon doesn’t put up an argument as Whitman takes his leave, Lois following her husband. This means that Simon is now alone with Hurley.

Simon: What good are you?

Hurley: I have a very good memory when it comes to numbers….like 4-8-15-….

Simon: USELESS!

There is no entrance music for P Clarence Whitman III, but nothing can keep the fans from getting hyped for his arrival. Everyone in the front row expresses their adulation for Whitman by wearing Clarence style mustaches. Woman, children, the elderly, it doesn’t matter, they all lean over the barricade wearing Whitman’s trademark stache on their upper lips in recognition of his entrance. Whitman steps to the stage with a glistening blue suit glowing as it hangs about his body. He twirls to the delight of thousands then takes a sip of his amber liquid before heading down to the ring. His wife, Lois Prince-Whitman, follows behind. The two step between all those fans lining the barricades with Whitman mustaches affixed to their lips.

Dollar: No one gets quite the reaction that Whitman does….His legion of supporters showing him some love as he heads to the ring here at Invictus.

Susie: Did Whitman steal that jacket from Steve Martin in Leap of Faith?

Dollar: The glow is quite blinding.

Whitman cleans his feet by scraping them on the apron and then enters the ring. He then sheds his decorative Invictus attire in anticipation of facing a gentlemen in Ba’al’s sphere of influence.

Dollar: This match between Whitman and Johnathan Collins was put together after what happened at the end of the Riot main event.

A video recap prominently features Johnathan Collins attacking Legion in the center of the ring, which almost sets up a win for Ba’al. The formerly masked combatant goes to grab a steel chair and introduce it into the proceedings only to realize that it’s fallen into Whitman’s clutches.

Dollar: Collins tried to screw Legion out of a win in the main event of Riot, but the moment he attempted to fetch a chair….Whitman intervened.

Clarence swings the chair repeatedly into the body of a stunned Collins, beating him to the backstage area.

Lois watches proudly from the outside of the ring as Whitman limbers up by doing some jumping jacks inside of the ring.

Susie: After months of being pushed around and humiliated by Ba’al….Whitman has finally said enough is enough.

Dollar: Couple that with perhaps the worst wedding night ever and Whitman just imploded.

Last Man Standing by People in Planes pipes through the PA system, bringing the fun loving atmosphere to a crashing halt. Through the curtains passes a man dressed in a sleeveless long hoodie. He pulls back his hood to survey the fans, who are reacting none too kindly to the man who has been of such assistance to Ba’al in recent months.

Dollar: On the last Riot we at long last learned the identity of that masked interloper who has been devastating Ba’al’s rivals with that spinning back fist…Its Jonathan Collins, a man with quite a history in the wrestling world…and now he’s about to make even more history by having his IWC debut here at Invictus.

Susie: He might just spinning back fist the mustache off of Whitman’s face.

Dollar: It won’t be that easy now that Whitman has FINALLY turned the page….and has shown quite a bit of evolution. Tonight will be a true test of how far Whitman has come, and at the same time we’ll see what Collins is capable of when he’s not blindsiding people.

Collins strolls down the ramp with his face still shadowed by his hood and the crowd continuing to give him quite the ripping. He ignores the reactions of the fans and sets his focus on Whitman and Whitman alone.

At last he reaches the squared circle and immediately two boots connect directly with his chest, Whitman delivering the baseball slide dropkick.

Dollar: Look at the way Whitman just started this match….Raw aggression.

The hood has been knocked back, revealing the shock on Collins’ face, caught totally off guard. He starts to stand up at the same time that Whitman has reached his feet on the apron. To the shock of everyone, Whitman leaps from the apron, interlocks his hands and delivers the double axehandle smash directly to the top of Jonathan’s skull.

Dollar: Amazing…just a few weeks ago Whitman wouldn’t even dare go airborne like that.

Susie: He has overcome any fear of heights.

Collins is staggered but not taken down, even as he’s subjected to a few open hand palm strikes and knife edge chops across the sternum. The mustachioed fans are going absolutely nuts as Whitman now grabs Collins by the back of the head, rushes him towards the ring and rolls him in under the ropes.

Clarence then turns towards Lois, who is blowing him kisses. An annoyed Whitman finds himself unreceptive to the loving gestures…much like Collins, his focus is on his opponent and his opponent alone. But that still doesn’t stop him from ALMOST being hit with the baseball side dropkick from Collins…ALMOST.

Whitman side steps it and allows Collins to land on the mats in front of him. Percival then steps in and delivers a bionic elbow right to the top of Jonathan’s head, ALMOST knocking him directly on his posterior. He remains upright just long enough to be rolled into the ring and then Whitman begins to follow him in. He climbs up to the apron and is about to enter the ring when he feels Lois rubbing his calf muscle.

Whitman: MADAM…PLEASE!

He gestures to his opponent in the ring.

Lois: Oh…sorry…sorry.

She steps back with hands….that she just can’t keep off of Clarence, raised into the air.

But she doesn’t back off fast enough, because the distraction takes Whitman’s mind off of his opponent, giving Collins time to capitalize. Jonathan slides through Clarence’s legs, drops down under him, and then reaches up, catching Whitman around the waist. A stunned Clarence is powerbombed onto the thin protective mats to a rousing reaction.

Dollar: Whitman’s onslaught ends…..So strange hearing myself utter that sentence…because Collins caught him with a powerbomb.

Susie: That might have just broken the spine that Whitman recently grew.

Whitman is reeling from the blow to his back…and the pain is intensified when Collins scoops him up across his chest in a fallaway slam position then rushes across the mats and drives Clarence’s spine directly into the ring-post.

Dollar: Even more damage done to the back….We saw Kathryn and Amanda both employ this strategy in the 2 out of 3 falls match a few moments ago. You take away someone’s back and it makes it pretty hard for them to do absolutely anything.

Collins continues to debilitate Whitman, turning now and throwing him down via the scoop slam across the mats. A bone chilling wail of agony emanates from Clarence, who sits up reaching for the small of his back. Collins takes him around the neck, leads him up and then rolls him into the ring. Little leeway is given to Whitman….who has just gotten to his knees before Collins steps in behind him, hooking both arms around his adversary’s neck. He applies a cobra clutch variant that has the crowd squealing.

Collins then drops down behind Whitman, wedges a knee to his spine and pulls back…..really applying the pressure on the small of the back while he asphyxiates the former X-Class Champion. Lois pleads with her husband to get up, to fight through this….her desperation showing in her eyes.

This expression is mirrored by many of the fans, who are already starting up a Whitman chant. He responds to it, trying to get up to his feet when Collins suddenly breaks the hold, only so he can drag Whitman around and place him in a modified bear-hug.

Collins bends down and wedges a shoulder Clarence’s ribs, while forming a tight grip around the mid-section. Whitman stifles his cries of pain as this submission sufficiently traumatizes his already hurt back.

Dollar: From what I understand, Collins is well versed in submission AND high flying offense…quite the hybrid athlete.

Susie: I like hybrids, their very fuel efficient.

The squeeze on Whitman’s body is breaking him down…but not putting him out. He interlocks his hands and brings down his forearms into Collins’ upper back….delivering several double axehandles. Collins is forced to break the hold, but only so he push Whitman along into the ropes. He follows Whitman in and delivers a big knee directly to his opponent’s ribs. Collins maintains possession of the wrist and then pushes Whitman along into the opposite set of cables, following along and delivering another knee to the ribs.

Collins is still maintaining the clutch on the wrist and now using this grip to pull Whitman to the center of the ring where he performs a Russian Leg sweep followed by a float over into the cover.

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Collins’ ambitions are thwarted when Whitman launches a shoulder from the ring. Though it gives the crowd cause to pop….and pop they do….the kick out only aggravates Collins.

He sits Whitman up on the canvas then wraps his legs around the British import’s mid-section. He forms a bearhug with his legs as opposed to his arms, which applies even greater pressure than a traditional rendition of this hold.

Susie: Whitman’s fight really….really being tested here.

Dollar: We’ve seen him run away from so many matches….all because he didn’t want to upset his mother….but maybe this match should have been one he ran away from.

Running is not an option, not even one that Clarence will contemplate. He digs fingers into his palms, shakes his clinched knuckles to sides and builds even more support behind him.

Now his elbow begins to swing down into the side of Collins’ knee over and over again. Eventually the body vice is broken and Whitman is quickly turning around, scooting forward into the creases of his opponent’s knees, pushing down on them and forcing Jonathan’s shoulders down to the canvas.

Dollar: We saw Pearson catch Blayze with a roll up in the first fall of their match, has Whitman done the same here against Collins?

The fans obviously believe that this is a possibility, lunging to their feet and watching as the official makes the count.

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Collins pushes down on the back of Whitman’s head, flipping him over and reversing their positions. The Sinistry supporter sits up and wedges his shoulders to the creases of Whitman’s knees.

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Amazingly Whitman kicks out, rolling over backwards to his feet then rushing at Collins only to be caught around the waist. Jonathan establishes yet ANOTHER bearhug.

Dollar: Whitman right back into the hold.

Susie: He can’t create any separation.

Lois would be pleading for her husband if she wasn’t so busy enjoying the sight of his butt in those wrestling tights. Whitman doesn’t plead either, refusing to give Collins the satisfaction. He also resists the urge to tap out….once again lifting his arms into the air not to submit but to deliver a double axehandle. He cracks Collins over the back, then does so once more, and a third time….trying his best to avail himself of this predicament.

Collins just won’t let go though, even as the axehandles drop him to his knees. So Whitman now opens his hands and delivers simultaneous palm strikes to both sides of his opponent’s head. Collins breaks the submission at long last and allows Whitman to step back and deliver…gasp…a closed fist right to the face.

Dollar: Even seeing closed fists from Whitman is jaw dropping.

Susie: And they might be jaw breaking on Collins.

Another punch connects, then another and another and another….Whitman absolutely unloading on Collins. He has Jonathan all out of sorts and now has the confidence to take off into the ropes. Whitman bounces off and comes back in with a bionic elbow that connects with Collins’ forehead. He then rushes back into the ropes, ricochets off and comes back in with another bionic….no…he instead runs right into the waiting arms of Collins, who applies the dreaded bearhug.

Dollar: Whitman was building momentum, but every time he does, Collins answers it with a submission.

Susie: He’s got Whitman trapped again.

Hope seems to be fading for Whitman, his body experiencing worse pain than he’s ever felt before. Collins clamps on tighter, applying more exertion on the mid-section.

Dollar: How much longer can Whitman withstand this?

The answer to that question becomes clearer as Whitman’s legs turn to gelatin and his body starts to cave in. He leans limply over the shoulder of Collins, prompting referee Ingelson, still adorned in an arm cast and neck-brace, to step in and grab Whitman’s wrist. He lifts it into the air then lets it drop, falling over the back of Collins.

The wrist is taken and the arm is held up a second time before being released.

Dollar: It looks like Whitman might have just passed out.

Susie: Which would certainly be like the Whitman of old.

The fans watch intently, biting their nails as they wait to discover if Whitman has fainted or not. The arm is raised one last time…

Dollar: Moment of truth.

The arm is released, dropping…

Susie: So much for Whitman’s evolution.

The arm falls…only to shoot right back into the air.

Dollar: Whitman is still in this!

That elevated arm is used to connect with an elbow to the back of Collins’ head. He then opens his mouth and begins to….oh my god….BITE Collins right on the bridge of his nose.

Susie: WHITMAN! How dare ye!

Dollar: This is unthinkable…Whitman is actually biting Jonathan Collins.

The gnawing of the nose persists until the hold is broken and Whitman is threatened with a potential disqualification. Collins steps back grabbing at his face, but it’s his chest he should be looking to defend as Whitman leaves his feet and connects with a dropkick on the sternum.

Dollar: Whitman resurgent!

The blow knocks Collins to the canvas but not for long. He rushes to his feet and into a SECOND dropkick from Whitman, putting him right back down.

Collins once again rolls to his feet and Whitman steps in going for a THIRD dropkick only to have his feet swatted aside. As a result Whitman lands flat on his face and Collins looks to take advantage. He rushes into the ropes, ricochets off and comes back in towards Whitman, who suddenly leaves his feet, lunges into the air and connects with a Lou Thes Press.

The surprisingly aggressive Whitman begins to deliver rapid fire punches to the face, one shot after another cracking Collins to the cheek.

Whitman then stands up before he can be disqualified, rushes into the ropes, bounces off then dives forth into a fist drop to the face.

He then scrambles to his feet, rushes towards the turnbuckle, scales to the middle rope and dives off into ANOTHER fist drop.

Dollar: Every time I see Whitman come off those ropes it absolutely amazes me. Even when he was X-Class Champion, he wouldn’t go high risk.

Whitman could go for the pin, but he only wants to inflict harm on Collins. The crowd is solidly behind Whitman, chanting his name as he rises to his feet, reaches down, grabs his knee pad, sliding it down to his ankle then drops his exposed knee right into the forehead of his opponent. Collins sits up grabbing at his face and Whitman rushes into the ropes in front of him, looking to continue using his exposed knee. He rushes right in and throws the knee into nothing but thin air. Collins side steps the inbound leg, wedges a shoulder to Clarence’s spine and heaves him up into a back drop suplex position.

Collins then backs into the ropes and pushes on the posterior of Clarence, flipping him over the cables.

Dollar: Nooo….oh hold on…Whitman caught the top rope.

Clarence grabs the very cable he just went flipping over, landing on the apron. He then nails Collins with a forearm to the jaw, staggering him back. To the absolute shock of everyone, Whitman grabs the top rope and pulls himself over into a senton only to be caught on Collins’ shoulders, who drops into a sit-out powerbomb.

Dollar: Another powerbomb counter putting Collins back in the domineering position.

An aura of despair hangs over the arena as Whitman is pinned by Collins, who sits up wedging shoulders to Percival’s knees.

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Stunningly Clarence gets his shoulder up and turns away from Collins in the process. Whitman gets into a crawling base and tries to stand up only to have his opponent swoop in, snatch him around the head, drag it under his seat and heave him up into a powerbomb position. Collins turns and gets a running start behind a running sit-out bomb that connects. All the air is driven out of Whitman’s body, and so to has the fight been drained from his wounded physique.

Collins then stands up, keeping shoulders wedged to Whitman’s knees and deadlifts his opponent into another powerbomb position. He turns around and gets a second running start only to find his arms emptied as Whitman pushes himself over top of Collins’ head, landing behind him.

Collins spins around and Whitman leaps at him for another Lou Thez Press only to find his ribs nailed by a spinning back heel kick that knocks him out of the air. Whitman lands on feet and staggers back into the ropes, looking like he’s coughing up a lung. Collins then takes him by the wrist, whips him across the ring and follows him in, delivering a knee to the mid-section. Collins then holds onto the wrist and whips Whitman across the ring into the opposite ropes with Jonathan following him in and still holding onto the wrist.

Clarence bounces off the ropes and Collins drags him forward into another knee….only to have Whitman leap over it. He tucks his head and rolls forward across the canvas onto his feet with the Sinistry sympathizer racing in after him.

But Whitman leaves his feet and cracks his inbound opponent to the face with both boots, delivering that THIRD dropkick he was looking for earlier.

Dollar: Collins caught with a brilliantly timed dropkick by Whitman.

Susie: Can Whitman keep this momentum going though? Or is Collins going to shut it down like he’s done so many times in this match?

Collins rolls to the center of the ring, rubbing his jaw and looking stunned by that dropkick. Whitman now steps forward and delivers a punch straight to the face, followed by a second, and then a third, and then a fourth. Clarence then steps back and rushes in for a knock out shot only to have Collins reach out to take him around the waist, presumably on the verge of locking in yet another bearhug.

But Whitman again surprises all by leap frogging over Collins’ shoulder, landing behind his back and now trying to apply the Million Dollar Dream.

Dollar: Whitman going for the very hold he got Jessica Wilde to tap out to on last week’s Riot.

History won’t repeat itself tonight because Collins drops to his knees and flips Whitman over his head. Clarence rolls across the canvas while Jonathan lays in wait, slapping the back of his fist.

Dollar: Oh no…back fist is coming.

Susie: He has knocked out so many people with this move.

The crowd implores him not do It but Whitman stands up, turns around and finds his skull almost cracked by the spinning back fist….ALMOST.

Clarence ducks at the last second, the knuckles traveling over his skull. But Jonathan doesn’t just miss the ZERO Hour…he exposes his arm to the crossface. Whitman leaps onto Collins’ arm and forces him down to the canvas, beginning to interlock hands in front of Collins’ jaw.

Dollar: The Million Dream avoided, but Collins might not be able to escape the crossface.

Susie: Whitman continuing his path of revenge against the Sinistry.

Dollar: Not tonight!

Collins suddenly ducks his head and rolls forward out of the crossface and onto his seat, escaping the submission….but in the process finding his arm hooked, and legs wrapping around his opposite shoulder. Whitman absolutely stuns Collins by pulling him over into the crucifix pin.

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Dollar: HEEEEEY!

Johnny isn’t the only one stunned by what just happened, as Collins kick out a fraction of a second after the referee has made the count and declared Whitman the winner.

Dollar: Collins manages to escape the crossface, but was totally caught off guard by that crucifix pin!

Susie: Whitman…..wins?

Dollar: Yeah…I’m not too use to hearing those words coming out of my mouth either.

The crowd is so elated…so…so elated. Collins is the only one not expressing elation…He just lies on his knees, face twisted into an expression of dread. And Whitman…he’s the most elated of them all. He stands up and leaps about, jumping to the middle rope and continuing his celebration. Lois steps up onto the apron, clapping for her husband, and dying to give him a celebratory slap on the behind.

Dollar: Whitman with revenge against the Sinistry for the repeated attacks on his character and his body.

Susie: Guilt by association in Collins’ case.

Clarence finally drops down to the canvas, as the mustachio movement finds itself in full effect here tonight. Though that trademark stache doesn’t save Whitman from what befalls him next. He turns right into a scoop up, his thin frame finding itself loaded into the arms of….of….Rachel Frost! Before the fans can react, before the commentators can react, before Whitman can react, Rachel drives Whitman’s skull right into the canvas via the Dead in Tombstone.

Dollar: What…..the….hell?

Susie: Who-who-who, why-why-why?

Dollars: That’s Rachel “Mother-Loving’ Frost…another member of the Coalition, AKA the Sinistry.

Susie: But…uh…why’d she hurt Whitman?

Dollar: Wins come at a high price against the Sinistry.

The tombstone wasn’t a high enough price however, because Whitman is still twitching at the knees of the morbid Rachel Frost. She nods towards Collins, who steps in, wraps Whitman’s legs around his own and sits down on the small of his back, applying a sharpshooter. At the same time Rachel is wedging her forehead against Whitman’s, twisting her face back and forth with the most sadistic of smiles.

Dollar: And now Collins is getting in on the mugging.

Susie: Poor Whitman can’t catch a break.

Dollar: Not true, I think he might suffering one in the spine right now.

The barbarism continues with Lois forced to watch her husband lying on his stomach bemoaning his agony.

It’s obligatory pop time….and the crowd is given damn good cause to deflate their lungs when cameras cut to the back to find a mighty ensemble of IWC legends. There’s Johnny Kingdom, former World Champion, AWOL, one of the most destructive forces in IWC history, and Desolation, internationally beloved athlete….WOW…..And they’re cordially carrying on a conversation, perhaps rehashing past events, looking back on the unspeakable acts they’ve committed against each other and laughing about them now.

The friendly banter continues as they sip on their coffee collected from the condiments table off to their side.

AWOL: Hey Johnny, remember that time you almost had me kill my ex-girlfriend, Vivian?

Kingdom: Oh yeah….hahahaha….Or hey…what about that time you broke my windpipe at Paranoia and almost ended my career.

AWOL laughs so hard he has to wipe a tear from his eye.

Desolation: Speaking of World Title matches, remember the time I beat you for the belt, AWOL?

Kingdom: Remember? I’m still wearing the scars from where you powerbombed me through a table to do it.

Desolation: Hysterical.

Porno Lad: ENOUGH!

The chit-chat ends and so to do the good times….when Porno Lad…flanked by the Harem step into view. A furious Lad removes his elbow pad and flings it down to the concrete.

Porno Lad: You three beaten down snooze-fests need to stop hogging MY screen-time. I have something important to say, and instead of getting my interview time, the camera is recording you three sipping coffee and exchanging war-stories?

Desolation: Not surprising, cameras follow us everywhere…They would probably film us having a bowl movement if there weren’t laws against that sort of thing.

Porno Lad: Speaking of excrement…you three skidmarks need to stop wasting real-estate and camera-time so I can address my captivated audience.

Kingdom: Shall we take this conversation to my private dressing room, gentlemen? I believe Orlando had it stocked with Pibb.

AWOL: You’ve got my vote.

Desolation: Sure, got nothing better to do.

The three mosey on down the corridor, continuing to relive former glories.

Porno Lad: HEY!

The camera is grabbed and forced around to the face of a furious Porno Lad, his features covered in profuse volumes of sweat.

Porno Lad: This isn’t about them…this is about me! I was disrespected out in that ring for the last God damned time!

Uh-oh….Porno Lad just swore.

Porno Lad: I was forced into the opening match at Invicitus….instead of getting my rightful spot in the main event….And then I was forced to rely on the Harem to defend MY Tag Team Titles? And to make matters even worse, I was brutalized by that Trailer Park reject…All while you people…

His trembling finger points into the camera.

Porno Lad: Sat there…and….and….CHEERED!

Lad’s shaking hand brushes back his hair while Kordy, Polly and BMW shake their heads judgmentally.

Porno Lad: You actually applauded my humiliations? After everything I’ve sacrificed for you fans, this is how you repay me? Instead of rallying to my cause to hijack tonight’s show and get me inserted into the main event….you take out your cocks and piss all over me as my legacy is being tarnished? You FUCKERS!

Wow…Lad just went there.

Porno Lad: From this day forth, I’m through being your hero….I’m through killing myself out there just to make you all happy. You don’t want to show your Mega-Face the proper respect I deserve? Fine….then the Mega-Face dies tonight at Invictus….and now the Mega-Heel is born. May God have mercy on your souls.

The camera is pushed aside as the infuriated Porno Lad and the Harem turn their backs on it, and the watching fans.

We cut to the obnoxiously broad smile of the obnoxiously upbeat Mark Comeau….Instead of occupying his comfort zone, some indistinguishable backstage corridor, Comeau is out amongst them, standing in a sea of raucous fans.

Comeau: All the legends and celebs here tonight to watch Invictus, and we’ve also got fans joining us from around the world.

One such spectator bringing some international flavor to the audience, steps beside Comeau wearing a ‘I HEART HAM’ t-shirt.

Comeau: Richard Apatow, you flew all the way from Melbourne Australia to be here…how are you enjoying the show so far.

Richard: Its great mate, but it needs more Bob.

Comeau: Couldn’t agree with you anymore. I suppose then that the match you’re most looking forward to tonight is the Tag Team bout for the Evolution Championship?

Richard: Can’t wait to see Robert win the Evolution Title and punish all the big means!

Comeau: Control yourself, Sir….

Mark gently nudges Apatow aside so he can address another fan.

Comeau: We’ve also got a lovely young lady here from…wait…you’re not who I was scheduled to interview.

With a big gulp in hand, Jessica Lasiewicz, mistakenly steps into the camera’s view.

Comeau: Aren’t you….um….um….Marie Jones’ sister?

Jessica looks up from her sugary drink and almost chokes as she swallows.

Jessica: I’m sorry, you’re talking to me?

Comeau: Yes I am…

Jessica: Oh…well then….howdy.

Comeau: While I’ve got you here, we might as well as hear your thoughts on the match YOUR probably looking most forward to…the Fatal Four Way for the Number One Contendership at the World Heavyweight Championship.

Jessica: You mean the match where my sister, Marie, will earn her shot at the World title?

Comeau: Sure.

Jessica: You’re right, it is the match I’ve come here to see tonight…and I wanted the best seat in the house to watch it.

Comeau: And you’re not going to have to wait long to see it, because according to the schedule, that match is coming up next.

Jessica: Great, I really can’t wait to see my sister do what she does best…defy the odds and beat three of IWC’s best to become the number one contender….

Ba’al: Is that so?

The tone in Madison Square Garden suddenly takes a very hostile vibe as Ba’al, and Jaina Frost, holding the NHB Championship on her brother’s behalf, step to the stage.

Ba’al: I’m afraid if you came to see Marie vanquish the mighty and quell her appetite for titles, you will leave this famous arena understandably disappointed.

Jessica’s face twists into an expression of malice directed at the Sinistry as they mosey on down the ramp.

Ba’al: For victory will fall into the hands of a righteous man….a man who is only concerned with the salvation of this industry…a man ready to sacrifice himself to absolve this federation of sins.

Jaina jumps to the apron and parts the ropes for her sibling by sitting across the middle cable. Ba’al slides through and continues to address the audience.

Ba’al: Here at Invictus, the IWC will finally move one step closer to the execution of Sinistry’s judgment, with the damned finally punished, and the just….rewarded.

BA’AL VS. MARIE JONES VS. ROMEO VS. LUCAS KNIGHT
NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP

Ba’al steps into a corner where he takes residency and watches the entry way intently.

Dollar: Are you ready, Susie?

Susie: For my glittery pony?

Dollar: No…for what promises to be the most athletic match of the night…As four viable candidates for the World Heavyweight Championship battle it out to at long last determine the number one contender.

Susie: Oh yeah….sounds fun. Not as fun as a glittery pony, but hey, I’ll deal.

Dollar: Ba’al sending a rather cryptic message to everyone else involved in this confrontation, and has made it abundantly clear that the only method of availing the IWC of its sins is by becoming the Heavyweight Champion. And good lord knows, he’s TRIED to take down everyone in this match several times over the past few weeks.

Susie: They all have…each of them have been jockeying for positioning headed into this one.

Ba’al’s urge for a fight is satiated when the stage suddenly becomes occupied by a choir of singers. They produce a heavenly tone reminiscent of Romeo’s entrance track ‘Archangel.’ As the choir really gets into their tune, Romeo steps through the curtains in front of them, and stares blankly towards the ring. His head tilts, observing the Prince of Sin.

Dollar: Romeo came in here handed the keys to the kingdom sort of speak….given an automatic and promising spot in the Last Stand Rumble, only to have his ambitions thwarted via a low blow and elimination by Lucas Knight. Ever since that day he has had to fight tooth and nail to earn his way into the World Title rankings. Tonight, he finally battles three of his greatest threats to accomplish what he was ordained to do since day one.

Ba’al displays little concern as Romeo enters the ring and stands across from the very man who has repeatedly attempted to shaft him out of victories in recent months.

Dollar: Romeo’s issues started with Ba’al back several weeks ago during Damascus’ bout against Marie Jones…that’s when the Pestilence was sent in on the Prince of Sin’s behalf and decimated Romeo and Marie.

Susie: Then Ba’al followed that by dressing as a referee and trying to cost Romeo a win in the 5 on 5 All Star Tag Match.

Dollar: Which may have happened if Lucas Knight didn’t have the same idea.

RIOT!

Another video package for those who are more visual than audial. We see Ba’al and Lucas Knight both standing in the center of the ring adorned in referee jerseys and arguing between one another regarding their own particular officiating methods. In the end Romeo and Marie take exception to the fact that the ‘special referees’ conveniently bicker every time it becomes advantageous for them to ignore Damascus’ and Jones’ pinfall attempts. This leads to a superkick on Ba’al, and a knee strike on Knight.

Dollar: Ba’al and Knight repeatedly tried to screw over Jones and Romeo, but they ended up paying a high penalty for it.

Susie: Things degenerated into out and out chaos….

Dollar: And I’m sure we’ll see even more of that here tonight.

Romeo and Ba’al continue to cautiously eye one another even though a celebrity presently stands amongst them. Malcolm McDowell is in the center of the ring with microphone in hand and tuxedo wrapped about him.

Dollar: What in the….why is Malcolm McDowell in our ring?

Susie: I loved him in Planet of the Apes.

Dollar: That was Roddy McDowell.

Malcolm clears his throat and begins to read from a set of note-cards.

McDowell: Ladies and gentlemen, I am here to deliver the introductions for the legend of legends….a man as famous as he is infamous…an aristocrat more influential than the British Monarchy….a man who not only perseveres in the face of adversity but laughs into it….He is greater than Icons….greater than legends….he is simply greatness personified….I give to you all…LUCAS KNIGHT!

A bevy of cheerleaders hit the stage as the intro track provided by Rev Theory belts through the PA system. The pom-pom flashing beauties dance about the stage and elicit much hype for the man who now comes strutting through the parting Cartel-tron. With a can of 7UP in his hand, Lucas Knight stops and stares directly at the ring where two of his biggest threats are waiting for him. The can is crumbled up and thrown to the floor at the same time that a huge explosion of pyrotechnics rock the stage and the multiple Cartel-trons.

Dollar: Lucas Knight finally getting the entrance he’s been asking for.

Susie: One befitting of a legend.

Dollar: He got his big entrance, but can he score the big win tonight to become number one contender?

Susie: Can you imagine if he pulls that off tonight? Chase Global will have so much power and influence.

Speaking of Chase, the super-agent, follows right behind his client and gives him a slap on the shoulder. The two then make their way down the ramp through the cheerleaders and through the crowd bombarding them with such a mixed reaction.

Dollar: Knight has been a thorn in the sides of both of these men….and now it’s time to see if that all pays off with a win….or if Knight will fall short of the hype here at Invictus.

This star-studded match only keeps getting bigger when Haunted by Taylor Swift cuts through the speakers and the lowest Cartel-tron separates right down the middle, sliding open to allow Marie Jones to make her entrance. Her sister Jessica claps excitedly at ringside to see Marie, who marches to the ring to much fanfare. But Jones ignores the cheers, and even ignores her sister. She stops only briefly to give but a slight nod in Jessica’s direction before giving her the cold shoulder and starting up the steps.

Dollar: Marie Jones channeling a more intense persona it seems….gearing herself up for this huge number one contenders match.

Susie: Yeah, she was a little mean to Romeo backstage.

Dollar: I guess she’s through being the victim. She’s had every one of her matches since her debut in the IWC either influenced by Frankie Paradise, or by the three opponents in this match, and she is just sick to death of it all.

Susie: But still, no need to be such a meanie to Romeo….has she not seen his abs?

Now that the final piece has been put on the board, the four athletes are ready to play this game. Referee Fitzpatrick overlooks all four combatants, verbally reinforcing the rules, which will count for nothing, before signaling for the bell. Within a matter of seconds Romeo and Knight are dashing across the ring, throwing fists into one another’s faces and Marie is charging directly at Ba’al, ramming her shoulder aggressively into his ribs.

Dollar: And here we go boys and girls, we’re off to the races.

Susie: The bell has rung and passions are exploding.

Marie stands up and cracks Ba’al directly to the jaw with a forearm,, then goes for another similar blow only to have the NHB Champion duck his head. Jones swings around aiming her back to Ba’al, who pushes her forward. At the same time, Knight is launching a boot deliberately towards Damascus’ crotch. Romeo catches him around the ankle, pushes the boot away from his crotch and sends the infamous legend spinning around towards Marie, who was pushed directly into him and responds by leaping into a spinning heel kick

The collision of heel to forehead sends Knight spiraling around towards Romeo, who delivers a kick to the gut that puts Lucas in position for the Bittersweet DDT.

Dollar: Romeo already setting up for the win!

But Ba’al isn’t about to let that come to fruition. He rushes out of the corner, steps off the crawling Marie’s back and launces himself into a big diving lariat that connects with Romeo’s throat, putting both men down to the canvas.

Dollar: But Ba’al shuts it down.

The NHB Champion rolls to his feet then puts them to use by carrying him directly into Lucas, retracting his fist only to have Knight step forward, catch his opponent by the knees and heaves him up into a back drop.

Ba’al catches some significant height then comes crashing down to the ring. Lucas then spots Marie coming in and deivers a knee to her ribs, doubling her over. He grabs the back of Jones’ head, charges her across the ring and throws her directly at a recovered Romeo.

But Damascus, who was using the ropes to reach his feet, spots Marie coming in, prompting him to bend forward and catch her with a back drop that sends her flying over the ropes to the outside mats.

Knight then comes rushing in at a distracted Romeo who leans down and catches him with a back drop as well. Unlike Marie, Knight manages to float over though and land on the apron, balancing himself….balancing himself just long enough for Romeo to catch an inbound Ba’al by the back of the head and throw him shoulder first through the cables into Knight’s ribs. Lucas goes crashing to the mats right alongside a recovering Jones.

Ba’al stands up and collects himself just in time to spot Romeo charging in with a lariat….The NHB Champion ducks, swings around behind Damascus and then gets a big running start for a clothesline of his own. Damascus bends forward though, catches his ribs to his shoulder and back drops him over the ropes right on top of Marie and Knight.

Dollar: Romeo is in the driver’s seat.

Susie: I wonder what car he drives…probably one that accentuates his abs.

Romeo is more than a well-defined six pack…he’s also an amazing acrobat. He rushes across the ring, steps off the middle rope and then launches back into a moonsault over the perpendicular cables, crashing down into all three opponents. The four fall to the mats and Damascus is the first on his feet. He slaps the barricade with both hands to rile up the crowd and then turns towards Knight, who is the second man on his feet. A big right hand nails Lucas to the forehead, followed by a second and then a third. The shots sends Knight stumbling back into the ring…..Romeo hot on his heels.

He is about to put more pressure on his opponent only for Romeo to stop when one of the ringside photographers gets too close, prompting Damascus to give the mustachioed individual an intimidating stare that has him high tailing it in reverse.

Damascus the stands up on the apron and shuffles between feet, about to go the top rope. He lunges into the air, lands on the top cable, prepares to spring off, only to have Knight lunge into the air and dropkick him directly to the ribs.

The kick sends Romeo flying back off the ropes and hitting the mats with a sickening thud.

Dollar: Romeo tossed to the mats via a devastating dropkick!

Susie: Knight was prepared for that one.

Lucas struggles to his feet just as Marie charges in behind him, delivering a big lariat to the back of his neck. Knight is doubled over, putting his face in an apropos position for a big running knee strike. The stiff shot causes Knight to stand up straight, swinging his arms to keep from going down. Jones then rushes into the ropes in front of Knight, bounces off and lunges into a huge flying forearm smash that finally puts Lucas down.

Marie then rolls across the ring to her feet and approaches the cables, leaping over them to the apron. The crowd is really rallying behind her to Jones’ indifference, doing nothing to hype up her audience. She prepares to go springboard only to spot Ba’al standing off to her side. So Jones stomps down at his face, knocking him back, then she goes to the top. The moment her feet hit the top rope, Lucas grabs Fitzpatrick by the jersey and pushes him backwards into the ropes.

The official hits the cables, knocking Jones off of her feet and causing her to land on her ribs across the top rope. She grimaces from the trauma and finds herself punished far worse via the running punt delivered to her face. The strike knocks her off the ropes and sends her crashing to the mats below.

Knight then stumbles back to get a breather, but Ba’al gives him absolutely no rest. He slides in and goes straight at Lucas, catching him with a knife edge chop. Lucas staggers back from an onslaught of chops and open palm strikes. Ba’al then takes him by the wrist, whips him off and sends him into the….no…Knight reverses the whip and instead sends the Prince of Sin into the cables.

Ba’al bounces off and comes back in at Knight who is stooped forward in anticipation of hitting ANOTHER back drop. But Ba’al stops just short, delivers a forearm to the side of Knight’s head that spins him around, then traps both arms from behind. Ultimately Ba’al drops back into a release tiger suplex.

Dollar: Brutal suplex just unleashed by Ba’al.

Knight rolls to the center of the ring and Ba’al approaches the cables, sliding through to the apron. He grabs the top cable and prepares to spring to it before he spots Marie racing up beside him. A stomp is delivered to her knuckles, driving her back. The Prince of Sin then turns around and prepares to go springboard, only to make it half-way over the cables when Knight cracks his jaw via the thrust kick.

Ba’al is knocked out of the air and sent crashing to the mats between a recovered Romeo and Marie. The three try to reach their feet only to have Knight charge across the ring and go airborne, diving through the ropes into a suicide headbutt that connects with all his opponents at once.

Dollar: Nice dive from Knight!

Susie: He got a strike on that one, taking down every one of the pins.

Dollar: But will it set him up for the big pin?

Knight stands up and immediately takes Marie’s hair into his hands, forcing her down face first with a thud off the apron. He then rolls her into the ring and Knight follows right along behind. He steps up onto the apron and goes to the top rope, setting up for the Pancake Press.

Dollar: Knight going high risk again!

Lucas lays in wait behind Marie, who is valiantly struggling to her feet, he then lunges through the air. He extends his knee and plants it directly into the canvas…..Jones stepping out of the way in the nick of time. Knight rolls forward into the cables, clutching at his knee and grimacing in pain. He turns around just as Marie rushes in and delivers a big spinning lariat to the throat that sends Knight flipping over the ropes.

Dollar: But that diving knee from the top rope did not play out well for Knight.

Susie: It just took away all of his momentum.

Marie stares over the ropes at her downtrodden opponent when Ba’al rushes in from behind, his knee actually connecting, right with the small of her back. She falls against the cables, gets spun around and then taken by the throat. Ba’al slaps his hand down hard across Marie’s neck, choking the life out of her. Before the asphyxiation can inflict untold amounts of damage, Romeo interferes. He rushes in behind Ba’al and delivers a forearm to the kidneys. He then spins around the Prince of Sin into another forearm, this one on the jaw. He then pulls back for another forearm only to have Ba’al duck, wedge a shoulder to Romeo’s ribs and charge him across the ring, eventually slamming him against the turnbuckle.

Ba’al steps back and then barrels forth for another spear only to have Romeo leap frog him. Ba’al dives under his opponent and crashes face first into the middle turnbuckle pad. The second Romeo lands on his feet, in rushes Marie, who blasts him across the chest with a knife edge chop and ot the jaw with a thunderous forearm.

Dollar: Jones living up to her word…she insinuated she wouldn’t be taking it easy on anyone…even Romeo….if they stood between her and the number one contendership tonight.

Romeo staggers with each blow, but eventually catches himself in time to duck a spinning heel kick. He wedges his shoulder directly into Marie’s spine then heaves her up into the back drop suplex only have Jones float over. The moment she flips back and lands on her feet, Ba’al is employing his own legs to carry him up the turnbuckle to the top rope. He then lunges off, twists around and attempts a crossbody on Marie only to have Jones drop out of position. As a result Ba’al crashes right into Romeo’s chest, the two hitting the ring and rolling across it. Romeo ends up spilling under the ropes and Ba’al ends up on his feet.

He runs down Marie before she can even react then traps her arms, setting up for the Tiger suplex. But Jones drops down onto her back then slides across it right through the legs of the NHB Champion. Ba’al turns around, finds boots wedged to his chest and gets shoved off into the cables. Ba’al hits them then floats over and lands on his feet across the apron. He quickly springs to the top rope and comes flying off into a flip over reverse neckbreaker only to have Jones drop out of position….As a result Ba’al’s blockbuster misses and he ends up crashing hard across the canvas, grabbing at his kidneys then rolling instinctively to the outside.

He just gets to feet alongside Knight and Romeo, when Marie rushes across the ring, steps up the turnbuckle to the top rope and then dives off into a huge splash onto the trio of rivals down below.

Dollar: Marie going high risk and taking out her challengers!

Susie: Absolutely jaw dropping. See, my jaw is open.

Dollar: I’m sure lots of men have seen you with your mouth that wide open.

Marie is back up and so is Romeo. She instantly cracks him in the temple with a straight right hand then pushes Damascus back first into the barricade, his spine suffering quite a bit trauma. Marie then takes Romeo by the hair, drags him towards the ring and rolls him in in under the ropes.

The Phoenix is red hot, sliding in behind Romeo and then going for his legs only to find feet wedged to his chest. Jones is kicked off and sent twisting into the ropes, falling half way through them. She sticks her head through the cables just as Ba’al rushes across the outside mats, leaps into the air and delivers a front dropkick directly to Jones’ temple. Marie is knocked back into the ring with Ba’al landing on his back across the apron.

At the same time Knight is sliding into the ring and rapidly crawling towards Romeo, holding up his head by the bangs and subjecting him to rapid fire punches. Knight then stands up, rushes into the ropes, ricochets off and delivers a back first senton splash into not the ribs, but the raised knees of his opponent.

Knight’s back bounces hard off the knees and he sits up on the canvas just as Ba’al comes rushing in and destroys Lucas’ face with a basement dropkick. Knight clutches at his nose and spills under the ropes to the outside while Ba’al hurries along to his feet and gets caught with a leaping back heel kick from Romeo.

The shot sends Ba’al staggering back, but not removing him from his feet. So Damascus takes it a step further, stepping in, taking the Prince of Sin by the back of the head an dropping to his seat via a big jaw breaker that does not connect. Ba’al blocks the move, causing Damascus to land on his seat while Ba’al is performing a backwards roll to his feet, then rushes in and delivers a front dropkick. Both boots collapse Romeo’s face and sends him twisting under the ropes to the outside.

He lands beside Jones and Knight, each of them ailing from the dropkick. Ba’al then sizes up all three opponents, before taking off into the ropes and leaping over into a corkscrew crossbody that knocks all four combatants to the mats.

Dollar: Another devastating dive….Ba’al taking out the competition.

Susie: And maybe cementing his spot as the number one contender.

Ba’al hones in on Knight, grabbing him by the hair, dragging him to his feet and depositing him in the ring. Lucas just begins to stand up when Ba’al slides in and lays in wait, crouching behind his opposition.

Dollar: Totalis coming already.

Ba’al is just about to exact his wrath on the unjust only to be caught from behind. Marie reaches under the ropes, grabs Ba’al by the ankle and tries to drag him out of the ring, but Ba’al turns around, wraps his arms around the middle cable and kicks off. He sends Jones tumbling to the mats, which allows the Prince of Sin to get back to his feet, but also exposes his back to Knight.

Lucas swoops in from behind, snatches Ba’al’s arms and heaves him up in anticipation of delivering the Monarchy Rules. He is just about to break Ba’al’s neck….when Romeo swoops in, grabs the Prince of Sin by his ankleand yanks down on it. Ba’al flips over and lands on his feet with Romeo grabbing him AND Knight by the back of their heads then slamming them against one another.

Ba’al staggers back away from Knight and turns right into a boot to the ribs, doubling him over. Marie quickly steps to his side, drapes a leg across the back of Lucas’ neck and goes for the Vindicator. Just before she can connect, Romeo swoops in behind Ba’al, takes him around the waist and pulls him out of Marie’s finisher into a school boy.

Jones is about to react and break up the pin, but an absent minded Knight staggers in from behind, delivers a forearm to her kidneys, causing her to bridge back, be taken around the neck and snapped over into a spiraling cutter.

The official now makes the count for Damascus.

Dollar: Is Romeo going to claim the number one contendership?

Fitzpatrick makes the count to the excitement of the fans.

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Ba’al manages to get a shoulder up….preventing defeat. He and Romeo race one another to their feet with the NHB Champion lunging into a lariat that connects with Romeo’s throat, putting him down. Ba’al then staggers forward into a lariat from Knight, who then turns and falls into a pin, hooking both legs.

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More energy is spent by Ba’al to kick out of the pin, which causes a shift in Lucas’ tactics. He drags Ba’al up to his feet, scoops him up and ties his legs around the top rope, leaving him hung in a tree of woe. Knight then steps back from his rival who immediately begins flapping his gums.

Ba’al: Go ahead Mr. Knight, disparage the legacy of the World Heavyweight Championship by holding it as a prop to prove you have not lost a step…that you are something more than broken down.

Knight does not let these word affect him, however, he was distracted by them just long enough for Marie to stagger in from beside, delivering a brain rattling forearm to the temple. Lucas goes spiraling away from Marie, who now sets her sights on the hanging Ba’al.

Ba’al: Mrs. Jones, a woman constantly battling against personal demons….a woman who would forever tarnish the title in a misguided effort to make amends for what her family has done to wrestling.

A grin forms on Jones’ face, not even attempting a rebuttal. She’ll do all her talking via her feet. She is just about to take off and deliver her wrath only to be cut off by Romeo, who rushes in and delivers a boot right to Jones’ cheek. She is knocked off course and into the ropes while Romeo puts himself on her track, staring down Ba’al.

Ba’al: Do you even care about the World Title, Romeo? Do you care for anything? Where is your heart? Where is your soul? A man who cares about nothing, is hardly befitting of holding a championship with such prestige as the World Title.

Romeo is about to silence Ba’al only to be caught by the shoulder. Lucas turns him around and delivers a big right hand to his jaw, before Marie steps in behind Knight, delivering a double axehandle to his upper back. The three continue to battle it out while Ba’al watches and smiles.

Ba’al: The three of you, so devoid of morality, so lacking in principle, so underserving the recognition of the champions….

In a knee jerk reaction, Romeo, Marie and Lucas throw their arms over one another’s shoulders, rush simultaneously across the ring and put six boots directly into Ba’al’s face. The trio deliver synchronized basement dropkicks to a rousing ovation.

Dollar: That shut Ba’al up.

Susie: I never thought I’d see those three work together.

Jaina shouts towards the referee, citing this attack on Ba’al to be an injustice of the highest order. The World Title potentials reach their feet with Lucas immediately breaking this short truce. He takes Marie around the neck and snapmares her over to her seat. He then delivers a big running kick to her kidneys.

He turns around towards Romeo, who rushes forth and gets caught under the arm with a hip toss. Damascus lands on his seat, then sits up just as Lucas ricochets off the ropes in front of him and nails a big running boot to the forehead.

Lucas finds himself in the driver’s seat and now turns back towards Ba’al, about to employ a head on collision on the man still hanging from the tree of woe. He rushes across the ring and dives forth only to have the Prince of Sin sit up, causing Knight to go flying under him into the corner. His face bounces off the middle turnbuckle pad and his body is rolled up from behind by Romeo. Damascus ends up seated across the back of Knight’s thighs.

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Lucas kicks out and launches Romeo towards the very turnbuckle Knight’s head just ricocheted from. But Romeo’s face doesn’t slam into the corner, instead it gets caught in Ba’al’s clutches. The Prince of Sin turns around just in time to catch Romeo around the neck, leap from the ropes and deliver a tornado DDT.

Damascus is spiked right on top of his head and Ba’al is limping to his feet only to have Knight swoop in from behind, delivering a forearm to the kidneys. Ba’al bends over backwards and Knight traps his head, about to deliver the rolling cutter once more.

Suddenly Marie steps in behind Knight though, wraps her arms around his neck and applies a sleeper. The submission is established and Knight finds himself squirming to try and get free. That’s when Ba’al turns around, wedges a shoulder to Lucas’ ribs and shoves him….AND Marie….across the ring, driving them both into a turnbuckle.

Romeo rushes in right behind Ba’al, who turns in time to avoid an attempted discus punch. There was so much momentum behind the punch that when Romeo misses, he goes spinning right into Knight and Jones. The three are stacked against one another just as Ba’al comes rushing in, lunging into the air and delivering a yakuza kick to all three faces beset before him.

Dollar: RETRIBUTION for Ba’al after that triple basement dropkick earlier on.

Romeo staggers forward at this point as Ba’al grabs hold of his neck and bends him over backwards, setting him up in position for a spinning reverse STO.

Ba’al: You fight to achieve the dreams of another man? Because you have no ambition…You have no inspiration….You have no soul.

Ba’al snaps back and corkscrews Romeo’s head around eventually driving him down face first into the canvas VICIOUSLY.

All the while Lucas is TRYING to stagger away from the corner and from the opponent behind him but Marie wraps her arms around his neck, reapplying the sleeper hold. Lucas won’t stay trapped in this submission for very long, not even as Jones climbs up onto the middle rope. This actually proves advantageous, as it allows Knight to have a far easier time flipping Marie over his head and down to the canvas. The modified snapmare sends Marie rolling to the center of the ring, collecting herself then barreling towards an upright Knight and devastating his skull with a heat seeking dropkick.

Knight collapses to seat and Marie is back up on her feet just as Ba’al swoops in and snatches her around the neck, bending her over backwards. He places her in positon for the spinning reverse STO, spewing vile into her ears the whole time.

Ba’al: You think winning titles can clear your ledger? That it can scrub away the sins you have committed against family and friends? Nothing will absolve you, Marie…only the Sinistry can save you…and can save the World Heavyweight Champion…

Suddenly Marie launches her foot into the air, kicking Ba’al right to the back of the head. The shot disorientates the NHB Champion and sends him staggering forward right into the waiting clutches of a disorientated Romeo.

Damascus places him in downward spiral when Marie catches Ba’al from behind with a bulldog. Therefore, the bulldog and the downward spiral connect simultaneously!

Susie: Nice tag team move from Jones and Romeo….the pair unintentionally working together.

Dollar: All to shut Ba’al up.

Susie: But for how long?

That remains to be seen, but instantly we witness the dissolution in that short term alliance between Romeo and Jones. The moment the two stand up they immediately begin to exchange right hands with one another. A gouging to the eyes brings an end to this exchange of right hands, and stops Jessica’s hands as well…keeping them from clapping.

Dollar: Marie doing whatever it takes…whatever is necessary to win the number one contendership….even if it isn’t to her sister’s liking.

Susie: What if it’s not to my liking either?

Dollar: Then your equally as shit out of luck.

The ripping of the corneas blinds Romeo and allows Marie to then rake his back with her fingers, slicing the flesh. Romeo then turns around and has his chest raked as well by her fingers.

Susie: Don’t you dare damage those abs you bitch!

Romeo falls into the ropes when Marie steps in and blasts him over the upper back with a forearm. She then slips through the ropes onto the apron and rushes across it in order to deliver a big boot to the face draped chin fist over the top cable. But Romeo pulls back at the last second, the boot missing his face and causing Jones to stagger forward. She turns around just in time to spot Damascus springing off the middle rope beside her and twisting his body around into a dropkick to her shoulder, launching Marie to the outside of the ring.

Dollar: Romeo just took out Marie!

An ailing Damascus gets to his feet, the wear and tear of this contest setting in. He gets up, but the second he does, Lucas steps in and rakes Damascus’ back with his nails. A grimace forms on Romeo’s face and red gashes form on his flesh. Romeo is then spun around and Knight deliberately rakes the eyes.

Susie: So the key to winning a match is to have long nails?

Dollar: Everyone is employing dirty tactics to get the better of Romeo.

Romeo stumbles to the center of the ring just as Knight reaches in for another gouging only to have this attempt avoided. Damascus manages to lure Lucas right into a drop toe hold and follow it by locking in the crippler crossface.

Susie: Crossface! This move made famous here in the IWC by a man we just saw before this match began, Johnny Kingdom.

The crowd is going nuttier than a jar of Jiff at the sight of Romeo’s intensity as he tries to earn the number one conrendership via submission. But all Romeo earns is more punishment. Ba’al swoops in from behind, grabs Damascus’ arm, prying it away from Knight’s neck. He then reaches out and grabs one of Lucas’ arms before flipping forward. The crowd is shocked to see Ba’al applying the bridging double chickenwing, on not one…but TWO opponents.

Dollar: Are we seeing this?

Susie: I see all…and I know all…I have greater powers than the Great Gazoo.

Dollar: Ba’al has one arm each and is bridging back into the cattle mutilation on Knight and Damascus. Unreal.

The hold is tightly clamped in and both Damascus and Knight are trying to find a method to escape before they can submit. But neither has to worry about submissions, because Marie runs into the ring, flips from the middle rope and crashes into a lionsault across the ribs of a still bridging Ba’al.

Dollar: Divine Impact! That’s how you break up a submission hold….by breaking a few ribs.

Ba’al curls into the fetal, clutching at his ribs. Marie rolls to her knees, clinching her fists. She rushes right into the ropes, ricochets off the middle one and goes for a second Divine Impact, this one connecting across the backs of both Romeo and Lucas.

Marie then turns Damascus to his back and drops into the lateral press.

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Knight manages to roll in and punch Marie in the cheek, breaking up the pinfall.

Dollar: Jones almost had the number one contendership there if it wasn’t for Knight.

Susie: You blame Lucas for everything….you’d even blame him for the burning of the Hindenburg….wait…what the hell is the Hindenburg? A type of cheese?

Marie ends up back on her feet and charging at the kneeling Knight, catching him by both arms and stepping over his head, going for her rendition of the pedigree. She is just about to drop back and deliver the move when Knight suddenly reaches out, catches the creases of her knees and heaves the legs into the air.

Jones collapses to her back and Lucas turns himself into a makeshift catapult. He drops back and launches Marie head first right into the waiting arms of a recuperating Romeo, who snaps over into a version of the Bittersweet DDT.

Dollar: Romeo just caught Marie with a shocking assist from Knight.

Fitzpatrick slides into position and the crowd slides to the edges of their seats, watching with baited breaths as the referee slaps the canvas in recognition of Romeo’s pin on Marie.

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Dollar: Romeo is going to become the number one contender…

The hope is crushed by Knight, who drops with his elbow connecting to the back of Romeo’s head.

Dollar: Oh so close….oh so incredibly close to a Romeo victory.

Damascus may have been denied a win….but he will not let this derail the momentum he’s building. He stands up and grabs Jones by the hair, dragging her along to her feet. He then drags her forward into position for another Bittersweet DDT, but suddenly Marie lifts her leg and delivers a swift kick way south of the waistline.

Susie: HEY!! What the hell was that? Marie just gave Romeo a low blow!

Official Fitzpatrick was out of position to see the low blow, but does step in in time to see Marie catch Romeo around the neck and spike him on his head via an evenflow DDT.

Romeo rolls onto his back and Marie crawls into the cover.

Dollar: Now Jones might have it…she might have the number one contendership….albeit after a totally uncharacteristic low-blow.

Susie: it’s like you said, Johnny D, you do what it takes to get one of those bright and shinnies around your waist.

Marie pushes Romeo onto his back and hooks both legs, desperate to become number one contender.

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A big victory for her here tonight at Invictus is denied, thanks to the interference of Knight. He dives in and pushes Marie off of the pin at the last second.

Dollar: AGAIN Lucas Knight breaks up the pinfall….why won’t somebody just take him out already.

Susie: I tried…but he told me he was already dating Alana….and I was even going to take him to Chuckie Cheeses.

Dollar: Yes, because nothing says romance like Chuckie Cheeses.

Susie: That’s what I thought too.

Knight rolls out of harm’s way as Marie pictures Lucas’ face on Romeo’s head. She begins to deliver punch after punch to Damascus’ face and then drags him up to his feet, applying a front chancery for another evenflow DDT only to have Romeo surprise her by heaving Jones into the air and dropping her into the Atomic Drop.

Marie doubles over and Romeo hooks both of her arms, setting for the Bittersweet DDT. Shockingly Jones shows a tremendous amount of strength by pushing Romeo backwards across the ring with her shoulder still wedged to his ribs. The two hit the cables and spill through them to the apron, where they instantly get to their feet and collide with punches. Unfortunately, their passions blind them to the fact that Lucas is swooping in and delivering a double shoulder block to both their guts.

Damascus and Jones double over as Lucas takes them around the necks, drags them simultaneously through the ropes and leaves only their ankles draping the middle cable. A huge ovation is heard as Lucas drops back into stereo hanging DDTs.

Dollar: Ooooh-ho-ho….two…count em TWO Knightfalls! Is this a precursor to victory?

It seems to be so as Lucas hooks Romeo’s leg.

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Somehow Marie manages to turn to her side, grab Knight’s ankle and drag him off the pin. He sits up and then spitefully kicks her to the face, knocking her out. He then throws an arm over her sternum.

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Fitzpatrick is just about to slap the canvas and declare Knight the number one contender, only for Lucas to be pulled off the pin by Romeo.

Dollar: Knight denied TWO opportunities to become number one contender in what has been a hell of a ride thus far here at Invictus.

The aggravated body of Knight sluggishly ascends to its feet, verbally snapping at the laid out Romeo and Marie.

Lucas: Who are the two of you…Huh? Who are the two of you to deny ME an opportunity to make the World Title interesting again? Have you no clue what your denying these fans?

Their not the only ones…because Ba’al also takes away Lucas’ chance at becoming number one contender by lunging into the air, catching Knight by the neck and delivering the Totalis.

Dollar: Totalis….Totalis delivered by Ba’al!

Susie: Out of nowheres…

Ba’al discreetly slithers into the cover, wedging a forearm to Knight’s face as Fizpatrick prepares to make the NHB Champion the new number one contender.

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Both Marie AND Romeo break up the pin simultaneously, throwing themselves into Ba’al.

Dollar: But Romeo and Jones saving this match for themselves.

A bead of sweat is wiped from Jessica’s forehead as she returns to her seat along with the rest of the fans. A hand slaps against the apron, one belonging to Jaina as she gets Fitzpatrick’s attention and scolds him for a slow count.

An aggravated Ba’al swoops in and blasts a kneeling Romeo with a big forearm that knocks him to his spine. Ba’al then steps around behind a crouched Marie and takes her by the arms. An insidious lick is given to his lips in anticipation of applying the Cattle Mutilation.

He forces Marie down to her stomach and then flips forward to perform the bridging double chicken wing. But as he flips over, his legs fall on top of Romeo’s shoulders. Damascus scooted into position to catch Ba’al’s legs and then heave him up into a piledriver position.

Somehow Ba’al manages to swing the heel of his boot down onto the top of Romeo’s head, causing him to break the attempted driver. Ba’al then drops to his feet, head stuck under Romeo’s seat, before standing up and back dropping Damascus directly on top of the crawling Marie’s back.

Dollar: Holy JESUS!

Susie: Romeo dropped right on top of Marie….that was gruesome-bruisome.

Jones lies on her stomach with Damascus leaning back over the small of her spine. The man who put them in this awkward and painful position, turns to survey his own handiwork…all the while Ba’al provides even more running commentary.

Ba’al: Why are you two fighting this? Why are you so resistant to a just and moral man laying claim to the World Heavyweight championship? Why are you fighting to prevent the betterment of this industry? Who are the two of you sinners to…

Ba’al’s mouth only stops running, when his spine goes ramming to the canvas via the Monarchy Rules delivered by Knight.

Dollar: Ooooh…you give a Totalis, and you get a Monarchy Rules!

Susie: Sounds like one of those Leviticus special offers.

Though Knight would love to go for the pin, his bell is still rung by the Totalis, rendering him incapable of following up the Monarchy Rules. He tries to follow up but Ba’al has already rolled to the apron, evading his grasp.

Lucas eventually works his way up to his feet and turns around just as Marie and Romeo get the same idea, subjecting him to stereo superkicks to the jaw.

Dollar: Ooooh….and now payback for that double DDT earlier in this match…and man what a fun fight this has been.

Knight tumbles onto his back and Romeo is about to capitalize on the positioning. He takes a few steps towards Knight only to be grabbed from behind by Jones, who spins him around and prepares for another superkick, but Romeo ducks down, reaches up and catches Jones around the neck. He then snaps back, hitting a downward spiral that plants Marie’s face right into Lucas’ crotch.

Dollar: Ooooh….not a way you want to spend your Sunday night.

Susie: I usually spend my Sunday nights watching Power Rangers Ninja Storm and eating Snicker doodles.

Lucas sits up, grabbing at his swelling testies while Marie rolls away holding her face. Romeo slowly gets to his feet when Ba’al suddenly rushes in from behind, wedging his hands to his spine then shoves him forward into a running knee strike to the seated Knight’s face. Romeo then spins around and bounces off the ropes, launching forward into a scoop up and a Michinoku Driver from Ba’al.

Ba’al sits on the canvas in front of Knight, still laid out behind him, and Romeo, laid out before him. He reaches forward and hooks one of Romeo’s legs, pulling back on it.

Dollar: Is Ba’al going to become number one contender?

Susie: Yay…we’ll all be absolved of our sins….And I’ve lived a pretty sinful life.

Dollar: How so?

Susie: I’ve committed some pretty unspeakable acts on some GI Joe action figures I care not discuss.

Ba’al is on the cusp of the biggest win of his career.

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But that win is deprived when Marie swoops in from before her seated prey, leaps into the air, places her boots to Ba’al’s chest and delivers a modified double stomp, driving the back of the Prince of Sin’s head right into Knight’s crotch. The crowd collectively loses its mind while Knight might have just been stripped of his masculinity.

Dollar: And Invictus just keeps getting worse for Knight’s baby making stick.

Even Adam Chase outside of the ring is feeling sympathy pains for his client’s condition, cupping his own family jewels.

Jones turns back towards Romeo, who is rising to his knees. She shows no qualms about rushing forth and grabbing his hair, dragging his head under her seat and hooking both arms. She is just about to deliver the pedigree when Romeo spins around out of position and then pulls Marie into a downward spiral predicament.

But Jones nails him with a back elbow to the head, causing Romeo to limp along forward. Jones then comes rushing in from behind only to be caught by Romeo and dropped with a vicious spinning side slam…Damascus’ rendition of the Black Hole Slam might have just helped him achieve his ambition….and Simon Cagero’s ambition as well.

Dollar: Black Hole Slam connecting and Romeo on the cusp of obtaining that coveted number one contenders…Nooo….

Fitzpatrick drops into position to make the count before Ba’al grabs the official by the wrist, keeping him from slapping the ring.

Ba’al: Ich denke nicht.

Fitzpatrick tries to free his wrist from the Prince of Sin.

Ba’al: I am well accustomed with the officiating arts, and I will not permit a fast count.

Ba’al effectively stops the count, but he cant stop Romeo from lunging into a bicycle kick. He can’t stop it, but he can duck it. Ba’al dodges the boot and then rushes into the ropes, ricochets off and comes back in at Romeo, who turns, catches his opponent and swings him around into the black hole slam.

Dollar: Romeo hit it again!

Damascus then stands up is about to go for the pin only to meet with calamity. Marie leaps into the air from behind, wedges her knees to Damascus’ spine and delivers the back-stabber.

Dollar: Guess you can’t turn your back on Marie anymore.

Susie: Or you pay for it in brutal fashion.

Romeo twists to the canvas and Marie steps over his back, looking to take advantage of the damage done to the spine. She reaches down, grabs Damascus’ shins and heaves them up, applying the Angel’s Arch. The liontamer has Romeo roaring in pain but refusing to tap out. He actually begins to fight his way across the ring, trying his best to escape this hold locked in by Marie, who so pugnaciously and so determinately holding on.

It’s that determination that proves costly though, because she is so focused on the hold that she doesn’t even realize that Romeo has managed to drag himself across the ring and not into the ropes, but over a laid out Lucas’ chest. Romeo actually hooks Knight’s leg as Damascus roars from the agony of the Angel’s Arch.

Dollar: WHAT!?! This is crazy….Look at this Susie…

Susie: Does it have anything to do with glitter and a pony?

Dollar: No.

Susie: Then I’m not looking.

Dollar: Romeo while trapped in the Angel’s Arch is actually pinning Lucas Knight.

It even takes Fitzpatrick a minute to realize what’s happening, but once he does, he drops down and immediately makes the count.

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2

Ba’al just doesn’t slide in in time to break up the pin, but does so by sticking his fingers straight down Romeo’s throat, applying the mandible claw.

Dollar: Ba’al breaks it up…and now Romeo is trapped in the mandible claw AND the Angel’s Arch at the same time.

Amazingly Romeo isn’t tapping out to either of these holds, he’s hanging in there. Damascus desperately needs a hero, and that hero on this occasion, shockingly takes the form of Knight.

Lucas stands up and spots both holds locked in, prompting him to do the unthinkable. He steps over the back of Romeo, grabs Marie’s arms and pries the away from Romeo’s legs….but that’s only step one. He uses these trapped arms to heave Jones up into the vertibreaker position and then drops down, giving Jones the Monarchy Rules on top of Romeo’s and Ba’al’s heads.

Dollar: OOOOOH!!

Susie: That was filthy NASTY awesome.

Dollar: A Monarchy Rules…A Monarchy Rules onto both…both…I can’t even describe this anymore.

Every fan is upright and threatening to blow the roof off of Madison Square Garden as a result of that last career shortening move….one that took years off the careers of THREE talents. Even Jaina watches with jaw in her palms….Jessica nervously gnaws on her nails as she observes this chaos from the crowd.

Knight could have the pin on anyone of his choosing at the moment, but is too fatigued to do anything but lay there panting and sweating.

Dollar: All four athletes are down after that last move by Knight.

Susie: This bout taking a very physical toll on everyone involved.

At last Knight finds the strength to sit up and begin crawling across the ring towards the still laid out Marie, hooking her leg for the three count.

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2

Somehow Ba’al manages to dive in and drop a double axehandle across the back of Knight’s head, breaking the pinfall.

Dollar: Knight so close….

Susie: What a nuisance Ba’al is.

Ba’al rolls along to his feet and Knight is about to pounce upon him only to be caught by the waistband. Romeo and Marie simultaneously reach up, grabbing Knight by the front of his tights and yank down, tripping him forward and sending the top of his head crashing directly into Ba’al’s testicles.

Dollar: Everyone driven into Knight’s gonads tonight…so it’s only fair that Lucas gets to do the same to someone else.

Ba’al spills through the ropes and holds his crotch while Knight staggers back into a school boy from a frazzled Marie. But Romeo crawls over his chest into the lateral press at the same time.

Dollar: Wait…simultaneous pins by Marie and Romeo!

The official drops down to slap the canvas with both palms but Marie will not share the win. Instead she lets go of Knight, reaches down, grabs the wrist of Romeo and forces him up to his feet. She then places a leg across the back of his neck and before Damascus can react, he’s being spiraled down into the Vindicator.

Dollar: But Marie wouldn’t share the pin.

Susie: Her parents didn’t bring her up very well.

Dollar: Which tends to happen when your parents are trying to kill each other for decades.

Romeo is out but Marie is still in it…and still with it. She stands up just before being sent back down to the canvas via a kick to the gut and a double underhook piledriver. Lucas plants Marie via the Knight-Fall.

Dollar: And now Jones dumped right on top of her…Knight’s got her just where he wants her for the pin.

That he does, but Knight doesn’t get a chance to go for the pin. He stands up just as Ba’al jumps over the laid out body of Romeo situated behind Knight, and then lunges into the Totalis. He drags Knight down with both men crashing right into Romeo’s chest and stomach.

Dollar: Totalis out of nowhere!

Susie: But look-look-look.

Dollar: I see it!

What do they see? Lukas and Ba’al laying on top of Romeo’s ribs with the referee slapping the canvas with both palms.

1-1

2-2

Susie: Wait REF!

3-3!

Neither Knight nor Ba’al know what’s happening….that they just pinned Romeo in tandem. Their minds have been numbed via the multiple slams on top of their heads, leaving them incapable of recognizing this win. They don’t even acknowledge the ref raising their wrists.

Susie: Can somebody please give me the skinny on what’s going on here?

Dollar: I don’t want to believe it…but I think the official has just declared that BOTH Lucas Knight AND Ba’al have won this match.

Susie: You mean to tells me that their both number one contender? How can there be TWO number one contenders? Does that make sense at all?

In spite of the confusion over the conclusion to this match, the fans are still hyped after one of the most intense, fast paced, high impact matches they’ve ever witnessed.

Adam Chase is sliding into the ring and dancing around like he just heard the stock markets closed up a hundred points. He rushes towards Knight and doesn’t shy from giving his victorious client a big hug around the neck. Lucas is on his knees, wondering what’s going on

Ba’al has rolled across the ring to his backside, holding the back of his neck after not only suffering the Monarchy Rules, but having the Monarchy Rules delivered on top of his head. Jaina slides into the ring kneeling before Ba’al, while whispering into his ears. Marie has spilled to the outside and is leaning against the barricade where Jessica is trying to talk to her only to be blown off. Jess looks stunned as her sister ignores her and staggers to the backstage area.

Adam now helps Lucas to his feet, holding his arm up high in a pose of victory. Meanwhile, Jaina helps the NHB Champion up, raising his arm in victory.

Dollar: In perhaps one of the most hard fought matches we’ve seen….Ba’al and Lucas Knight share victory here at Invictus.

Several of the high spots of this four way are featured to try and do all the insanity justice.

Dollar: The pace of this four way was frantic right from the start.

Romeo is shown delivering a moonsault over the ropes onto his opponents. Lucas is shown delivering a suicide headbutt through the ropes onto his opponents. Marie is shown leaping from the top rope into a big splash onto all three opponents. Ba’al is shown leaping over the ropes into a corkscrew crossbody onto all three opponents.

Knight is featured hitting a double hanging DDT on both Romeo and Marie.

Ba’al is featured suffering three basement dropkicks as he hangs in the tree of woe.

Romeo is featured delivering a downward spiral that plants Marie’s face directly into Knight’s crotch.

Ba’al is featured connecting with the Totalis on Knight.

Marie is featured nailing a lionsault on Ba’al’s ribs as he performs a stereo Cattle Mutilation on Knight and Romeo.

Dollar: So much action…so many memorable tide turning moments.

Susie: But it all ends with the Totalis.

Knight is shown connecting with a Monarchy Rules that plants Jones right on top of Romeo and Ba’al…It cuts to Marie laying Romeo out with the Vindicator….Lucas delivering the Knight-Fall on Jones….then Ba’al hitting the Totalis that drives both exhausted athletes into the body of Romeo, resulting in a double pinfall.

We cut back to the ring where Lucas and Ba’al are in the middle of an argument with one another.

Ba’al: You cannot be number one contender, you boisterous fool!

Knight: You? Number one contender? I’d rather see Margaret Thatcher getting a Cleveland Steemer than you fighting for the title!

Leviticus: Intermission time people.

An excited….six cups of coffee type of excited…Leviticus stands in front of the concession stands and his panel of celebrity guests handling shipping orders.

Leviticus: So get up off your ever expanding asses, bring them back here and make good on all these great deals…

Leviticus grabs a Lucas Knight plushie.

Leviticus: You’re not going to want to miss out on this one….In recognition of Lucas Knight’s awe inspiring performance….anyone who buys a Lucas plushie, will also get an open mouth kiss on the lips from Gary Busey.

Cut to the wild eyed Busey spraying some anti-septic into his mouth.

Leviticus: So many hot deals…so many bargain bonanzas…don’t miss this opportunity.

Bob: Excuse Bob….

Leviticus spins around looking surprised at the visual of Bob holding a Chase Global t-shirt….

Bob: Bob want to know if you have this in a belly-shirt, so Bob can show off ripped abs.

Levitcus: What are YOU doing here?

Bob: Bob want to accentuate manly mnoosucles for Adam Chase….who don’t love manly mnoosucles.

Leviticus: Listen here you tub of goo, I’m trying to run a respectable, professional business here and I shall have no hijinks.

Al: PARDON THE INTRUSION, YOU CREAM FACED LOON.

Leviticus twists to face the two standing on the opposite side of the concession table, where Al and Mr. Hush are looking through the purchasable goods. Mr. Hush has his eyes set on a pair of Alana Starr branded shorty shorts.

Al: DO YOU HAVE A PAIR OF THESE THAT ARE LESS RESTRICTIVE IN THE CAMELTOE REGION?

Leviticus: Unhand those.

The shorts are ripped out of Mr. Hush’s hands.

Al: YOU RAMPALLION, YOU ARE AS LOATHESOME AS A TOAD….WITH SUCH HORRID CUSTOMER SERVICE YOU WILL NEVER MAKE A SALE.

Lohan: Discriminating against those you sell to? That can’t be good for your bottom-line, Mr. Leviticus.

If only Leviticus could pull Busey from his chair and employ the strung out actor as a human shield….but that just opens a whole new can of legal issues. So he’s forced to stand inches removed from Lohan with no protection….other than his masculinity.

Leviticus: I have the right to discriminate against anyone….I don’t want Chase Global apparel to end up being associated with people like Slob, and Mr. Slushie and….

Lohan: Little old me?

The terrifying blue eyes shining out from beneath the shadows of Lohan’s hoodie, dilutes Leviticus’ masculinity to the point where his penis nearly shrivels into a vagina.

Lohan: I hope that’s not the case, because I was hoping you could help me, the same way that you helped my sister earlier.

Leviticus: You want a bobble-head?

Lohan: No…that won’t do….I want something for Alana Starr…

Leviticus: Our precious little adorable Starr-Chylde?

Lohan: That would be her.

Leviticus: So you want…to buy…something for Alana?

Lohan: I’m thinking of something she could enjoy while nursing her numerous wounds in a hospital bed.

Leviticus: Oh my…

Lohan: She’ll need a distraction from all the physical therapy, all the bed-pans, all the sponge baths…..Just a present that takes her mind off the misery she’ll be in for the next six months or so.

Leviticus: Oh lord…

Lohan: And six months is being a little generous actually….that’s IF I decide to be lenient with her…which I won’t be…See, there’s only so many chances you can give an annoying fly buzzing about your face to leave you alone, before you eventually have to catch it, crush it, and put an end to the aggravation. I know Alana will be stubborn…I know she will keep coming after me, again and again….until I eventually have to end her…That end comes tonight.

Leviticus: Oh merciful heavens…

Lohan: If giving Alana the Final Solution onto the hood of a car wasn’t enough…then I guess I’ll just have to intensify my efforts. I suppose I’ll have to be a bit more aggressive with her. I can’t afford to waste what precious time I have on this earth endlessly battling Starr and denying her her revenge time after time. This concludes tonight…In a matter of moments, Alana will face a blue eyed demon….not the human being that Taylor Chase thinks I can be….No…I MUST be the monster, because it’s the only way I can at last ensure the purging of Alana from my life.

Leviticus: Oh good gravy….

Lohan: So you know her well enough. Get her something real nice, maybe a giant stuffed teddy bear wearing a Lucas Knight t-shirt…And make sure to tell her it’s from me.

Brittany takes off walking towards the RING…her match against Alana Starr coming up in just a few short moments. And now that’s she out of range, Leviticus is free to bulk up his chest and square his shoulders.

Leviticus: That’s right, walk away Whore-Beast….You don’t want to tussle with the manliest of men since MacGyver and his perm graced tv screens the world over.

Al: PSST…

Yes, Al is trying to whisper…though his whisper is the tone of a normal man speaking.

Al: HOW MUCH FOR PAULIE SHORE?

Leviticus thinks it over.

The stage presently finds itself occupied by none other than Axl Evermore, who bows towards his screaming hometown audience.

Axl: Fellow NEW YORKERS!

The crowd gives a louder pop.

Axl: Are we enjoying ourselves tonight?

The answer is a ‘YES.’

Axl: Glad to hear it….But you people should know that none of this would be possible without the forefathers of the IWC…the architects that built this federation….So at this moment, we want to pay respect to those influential forces responsible for putting the IWC on the map.

”I Need a Hero” by Bonnie Tyler plays through the speakers and the lowest of three stacked Cartel-trons, parts down the middle with IWC legend Johnny Kingdom stepping through the new aperture.

Axl: First we have the Team Leader, the Career Killer, the multiple time World Heavyweight Champion…Johnny “Can’t Get No Respect” Kingdom.

Those crammed inside of Madison Square Garden give a righteous ovation to Kingdom, who makes his way to the stage in his suit sans traditional tie. He fixes the collar of his silk shirt, making sure he looks fly even for a white guy.

Axl: Next we have a man who knows his way around a makeup kit, and is equally as familiar with success. He’s the former World Champion, he’s the legend responsible for the Bob fashion show…he is Simon “Silencer” Cagero.

Simon is the next to make his way to the ring, doing a curtsey to the crowd. He eventually stops in his tuxedo beside Kingdom, who is asking Simon where he got his suit tailored.

Axl: And who could forget this guy? If you do, he’ll make sure you regret it…He’s your Icon….he’s the man who brought the IWC back to the BIZZ….he is Orlando Cruze!

Former ULW and IWC World Heavyweight Champion and acting President of the IWC makes his way to the stage to a truly rousing ovation. He pumps a fist towards the crowd who will get to watch him compete tonight inside of Hell in a Cell.

Axl: Good luck tonight, Lando.

Cruze nods in the direction of Evermore, then towards Kingdom and Cagero, neither of which returning a friendly gesture.

Axl: He’s the guy bringing sexy back to the eye-patch, he’s the first ever IWC World Heavyweight Champion….he’s Huuuuurse.

Focus shifts to the entry way where Hurse is expected to make his entrance. One again expectations were set too high, for there is no sight of the legend.

Axl: Okay, guess someone didn’t get the text. So how about we move right along to a man so good he managed to get a ladder over as champion….and seriously…nothing else needs to be said after that….Your friend, my friend, everyone’s friend…Desolation!

The Dark Man moves to the stage dressed in his trademark duster. He pauses to look out over the screeching crowd chanting his name. He moves along and finally comes to a stop beside the men he gave multiple curb stomps to.

Axl: He’s big…he’s crazy….he’s a bastard….he’s chalk full of so much PSTD goodness….he is AWWWWOL!

The former General Manager, the former mercenary for hire, towers above the rest of the legends as he moves to the stage. A fist is lifted and the crowd chants along with the multiple time World Heavyweight Champion.

AWOL: SEMPER FI…

Crowd: Do or die!

A rousing ovation follows this classic chant.

Axl: She’s a woman you wouldn’t want near your new satin drapes….she’s the only wrestler to ever successfully pull off a human, feline hybrid….I’m looking at you Battlecat…she’s Hellkat!

The uproar from the audience is unreal for Hellkat, who crawls to the stage, does a headstand and then flips up unto her feet. She takes her place beside the other eclectic gathering of legends and hall of famers.

Axl: If you have to run to the back and change your underwear, please do so AFTER you give these legends the respect they deserve. If it weren’t for the efforts of these athletes, the IWC wouldn’t be here today. So please, everyone in attendance, stand up and help me feed their egos…let’s give it up for the GOATS.

The crowd is very receptive to Evermore’s request. A standing ovation is given to the ensemble of legends mind-blowingly gathered together.

Dollar: What a moment…all of the legends gathered here tonight to coronate Invicitus…..

These festivities and Johnny’s overhyping of them…all come to a crashing halt when…

The countless legends presumably find themselves knocked down from their pedestals….unified with everyone else regarding their reactions to what has overtaken the screen. An old church sits in the distance…worn away and eroded with time. Vegetation grows into the dilapidated walls, reclaiming the corroded stones. As we draw nearer, cracking wood can be heard as fire eats away upon it. The feint light of the flames can be seen lashing out into the darkness.

Voice: Kyknos, son of Ares, lived in the pass of Thessalia and beheaded strangers who came along in order to build a temple to Phobos from the skulls.

A shadow forms in the light cast by the flames…the dark silhouette taking form across the wall.

THE MOVEMENT COMETH

Back live to the confused faces of Johnny Dollar and Susie Moore.

Dollar: What…the hell…was that?

Susie: The biggest killjoy ever?

Dollar: We were having a very special moment of recognition for the legends of the IWC….and then that..that…I don’t even know what to call it….aired.

Susie: That was scarier than the prospect of someone asking me to do math.

Dollar: Speaking of scary.

Camera shift to the ring where a desk is situated and several lawyers are amassed around it.

Dollar: It appears that the time is now.

Susie: My pony has finally arrived?

Dollar: I wish….This is a lot worse than constant references to your blasted pony. We’re about to see 50% ownership of this company signed over to Desmond Drake.

Susie: YAY!

Just then CRYING OUT blares through the speakers, resulting in a reception that directly contrasts the response given to the legends. The bottom-most Cartel-tron divides right down the center and the pint sized Desmond Drake steps through them adorned in the nicest suit one could purchase from the children’s section of K-Mart. Smug doesn’t even begin to describe the expression on his face, his snide half grin making the crowd frown. They are all the more ferocious as Desmond embarks to the ring, fixing the knot in his tie, straightening the lapel of his jacket and then brushing lint from his shoulder. He cannot afford any distractions….everything…absolutely EVERYTHING has to be perfect.

Dollar: What a weasel this man is.

Susie: They prefer to be called ‘little people,’ Johnny D.

Dollar: For months he served alongside Orlando Cruze as the liaison for the Board of Directors, masquerading himself as a voice of reason. Then we found out he had been playing Cruze and the Board to make Orlando look bad and have HIMSELF put in place as President. A role he filled up until Legion absolutely destroyed him at Upping the Ante.

Susie: But now he’s back, and he’s managed to pull all the right strings to buy out Mr. D’s 50% ownership of the IWC.

Drake is already in his chair and pulling himself up to the desk, eagerly overlooking the contract and tapping his pen to his temple. The crowd turns their frustrations from Drake, to the man now making his way down the ramp. With his own private security detail surrounding him, Mr. D, chairman of the SCW and IWC Board of Directors….for now…heads down the ramp, getting a predictably hostile response.

Dollar: I wonder how Drake managed to convince Mr. D to sign over to HIM 50% ownership of this company. We know Orlando has been lobbying for weeks for the Board to give Cruze full ownership.

Susie: This is Orlando’s baby…but Drake is the size of a baby….so I’m conflicted.

Mr. D slides into his chair then up to the desk, his innards twisting with rage at the sight of Desmond playfully twisting back in forth in his own seat.

Mr. D: You really are living this up, aren’t you?

Drake: Of course, Mr. D….This is, after-all, the biggest moment of Invictus…no, the biggest moment in this company’s history. I’m about to put my John Hancock on this contract….

The document is proudly elevated.

Drake:….assume control of the IWC….and at last bring entertainment to the IWC. Something it has sorely been lacking without me at the helm.

Mr. D: Yeah-yeah-yeah….Let’s just get this over with.

Drake: Please, Mr. D, let me enjoy this. You have no idea how hard I’ve been working for this moment…How much time and effort went into assuming control of this company. I had to sacrifice so much, even stepping over and stabbing my hero, Orlando Cruze, in the back, just so I could sit right here, sign this contract, and buy out your stakes in this federation.

Mr. D: Desmond…sign….now.

Drake: Before I do that, I just want to ‘thank you’ again for making the right decision. Turning down Orlando’s repeated requests to buy out your shares in the company, was the smartest business decision you’ve ever made. So you have my eternal gratitude, as well as the eternal gratitude of all these people gathered here tonight…In fact, I think everyone in Madison Square Garden, and all those sitting at home, should stand up and offer a collective ‘THANK YOU’ to Mr. D.

The crowd has two other words they would like to address to the Chairman, and Drake. Words that probably shouldn’t be aired even on pay-per-view.

Mr. D: Yeah, whatever. But you probably should know that this wasn’t MY decision. The Board decided to sell the company to you in spite of my protests.

Drake: Well thank you nevertheless.

Mr. D: Show your gratitude by signing the contract so I can get the hell out of this building.

Drake: Fiiiine….Though I think I should take just a second to let the fans properly pay me the respect I’m due for sacrificing every last penny of my savings to make this purchase….

Mr. D: I’m two seconds away from tearing this contract to shreds, Drake.

Drake: Okay, I’m signing, I’m signing.

The document is slid in front of Desmond, who removes the cap to his ink pen and begins to sign….BEGINS TO….

Drake: You know what, Mr. D.

The Chairman falls back in his chair, rolling his eyes and throwing his arms aggravatingly into the air.

Drake: It’s just so fitting that the two of us would find ourselves here…At Invictus….Mentor about to sign power over to his protégé. You have truly taught me well, Mr. D.

Mr. D: Believe me, I will take absolutely no credit in what you’ve become.

The smile on Drake’s face widens as he lowers the pen to the paper and begins to sign.

Drake: I’m just glad you’re the one here to witness as I….I….hold on a second….

Desmond taps the pen repeatedly on the table and then shakes it….

Drake: Erm….it seems my pen isn’t working.

The Chase Global branded pen seems to be of vastly inferior quality, much to Desmond’s dismay.

Drake: Come on…work dammit.

Mr. D: This had better not be another stall tactic, Desmond.

Drake: It isn’t….Come on!

He presses the pen harder and harder to the contract, but still no ink appears.

Drake: I just bought this friggin thing.

Mr. Gaunt: Do you require another ink-pen, Mr. Drake? I believe I can suffice.

The crowd is going ape-shit at the sight of Mr. Gaunt strolling towards the ring, cane hanging from one palm, while the other hand digs into his pocket.

Dollar: Ohhhh lord….Desmond Drake probably wishes he was in a protective pope bubble right now. The Black Crusade has destroyed him twice, and it looks like we’re going to see it done a third time.

Understandably, Desmond’s face is as white as a sheet in a blizzard. New underpants will probably be required by Drake, once Mr. Gaunt enters the ring and fishes a pen from his pocket.

Mr. Gaunt: I’m anything if not accommodating, Sir.

The pen continues to be extended but Desmond is understandably tentative to take it.

Mr. Gaunt: Go ahead….Take the pen….I’m only here to help.

Desmond’s shaking fingers reach out and accept the pen.

Mr. D watches this scene unfold wearing a mask of contempt and annoyance, rather being anywhere else on the planet right now…even in Barbara Streisand’s bathroom the day after she binged on White Castles.

Drake: Uhhh, thank you.

Mr. Gaunt: Think nothing of it.

The shaking in Drake’s hand makes it almost impossible for him to even put down his signature, but not for a lack of trying.

Mr. Gaunt: Excuse me, Mr. Drake, while I’m here would you afford me an opportunity to give you a friendly word of wisdom?

Drake: Uhhhh.

Mr. Gaunt: Actually, let me rephrase that. This is more an ominous word of warning.

Drake: Uhhhh….

Mr. Gaunt: I live to help others, Mr. Drake, so allow me to save you from making what will be the biggest mistake of your life. If you put your name on that contract you are doing nothing short of signing your own death notice. Because we all know authority figures live to harass their employees, and Legion, is not one who accepts harassment. He possesses a very short tolerance for annoying political figures, especially those who attempt to meddle in his affairs. Which you undoubtedly would do after he becomes World Heavyweight Champion tonight.

Desmond is about to speak up only to be cut off by Mr. Gaunt.

Mr. Gaunt: Yes-yes, we know, you’ll claim to be different, but at the end of the day the same old story will be rehashed. With time you’ll clash with Legion, considering he will never be the company man that foolish, pea brained individuals such as yourself, desire. He will not be the cookie cutter, paint by the numbers, color inside the lines, type of bland and uninteresting World Champion men like you yearn to push. Thusly, you’ll eventually try to see him unseated as title holder….by creating some redundant heel stable comprised of those who could accomplish nothing on their own, besides politicking to get more prominent roles within the federation….to attempt to screw Legion out of the title. The culmination of which being, the total humiliation of said stable, and your tiny frame being soundly victimized by Legion for a third and FINAL time. So, if you value your life, I would suggest you NOT sign that contract and take ownership of the IWC, it would only end badly for you.

Drake’s only response to these cold hard facts, the awkward blinking of his eyes. His brain just isn’t capable of processing Mr. Gaunt’s threats. Obviously he has a lot to mull over….but he doesn’t….his reaction is knee-jerk, picking up the pen Mr. Gaunt had provided and putting it to the contract.

Mr. Gaunt: Don’t say you were not warned, Mr. Drake.

Desmond tentatively looks up to take notice of Leeland Gaunt vacating the ring. The leader of the Black Crusade cannot bring himself to watch Drake make the most fatal of errors in spite of all his warnings.

A relieved Desmond turns to acknowledge the huge smile on Mr. D’s face.

Mr. D: Food for thought, Desmond.

Drake collects himself and forms a stiff upper-lip.

Drake: Not really…

He puts up a false-front.

Drake:…No one…not even the Black Crusade will sway me from signing this contract tonight….From doing what is truly right for the IWC….So with this signature….

The pen jots down Desmond’s name on the dotted line.

Drake:…I officially take 50% ownership of the IWC, and prepare to bring fresh and exciting programming back to this company. Because unlike Orlando, I will not be biased towards my friends and lovers….and I will NOT allow my decisions to be influenced by the intimidation of men like Legion or anyone else….

STATIC

The lights in Madison Square Garden cut out and the fans can be heard screeching at the top of their lungs.

Dollar: At the risk of sounding redundant, what the hell is happening?

Susie: Desmond signed the contract and then the power goes out…..

Dollar: This is madness. Madness I say!

And it only gets madder. Because when the lights come back up, an alarmed Mr. D finds himself staring over the table, not at Desmond Drake, but at Rachel Foxx.

Dollar: it’s the Suicide Queen!

Susie: Did Desmond transform into Rachel Foxx? I always thought they were the same person.

Mr. D, just like everyone else in the building, is BEYOND confused at the sight of the woman leaning back in the chair with her feet crossed at the ankles and placed over the table.

Rachel: Hello there….

The two are clearly no strangers to one another, but this situation is beyond awkward and unsettling for the Board of Directors, who is increasingly thankful he is now done with the IWC.

Rachel: Sorry to interrupt these proceedings, Mr. D…..but I’m afraid my Prince of Sin required a word with Desmond Drake, so you shall be deprived of his company for the rest of the evening.

Even more cause for Mr. D to be thankful.

Rachel: And in his stead, you shall be treated to what may be the greatest blood-letting this company has ever seen. My patience has been tested enough, it’s time for Katelyn Buehler to come to this ring and suffer the stoning of a whore.

Mr. D GLADLY takes leave of the ring….HOPEFULLY for the last time. The Chairman marches up the ramp and doesn’t look back….security and lawyers following behind.

Dollar: This has to be the most twisted situation we’ve ever witnessed. Did Rachel Foxx just insinuate that Desmond Drake has been ABDUCTED by the Sinistry?

Susie: Security better check all the briefcases and duffle bags, there’s no telling where Ba’al has stashed the new co-owner of the IWC.

Dollar: With all of this in mind…I’m going to try…TRY to carry on here. Cause not only did Rachel just drop the bombshell on us that Desmond has been taken by Ba’al….but she also just announced that her match against Katelyn Buehler will happen right now.

Susie: And there’s a lot of bad-blood between these two.

Dollar: So much bad-blood it’s ridiculous. Let’s take a moment to relive what brought us to what promises to be one of the most violent matches of Invictus.

Buehler swivels back and forth in her chair, watching as the entry way as security picks up the table used for the contract signing, carrying it out of the way. A smile resides on Rachel’s face, realizing that she is on the cusp of perhaps ending not only her issue with Katelyn…but Buehler’s career as well….which is exactly what it might take for Foxx to defeat her here tonight.

Katelyn: It’s been six months since I last used…

The footage is in black and white…because that’s more dramatic…plus it gives the scenes more of a historical vibe….yeah, we’ll go with that. We see blood streaming down Katelyn Buehler’s face as she prepares to deliver the Epic Fail on Taylor Chase. With the crowd cheering her on, swept up into this underdog story, Buehler prepares to hit the spinning superkick that may very well net her the World Championship.

Unfortunately, Katelyn’s extra-curricular activities, coupled with her usual lack of preparation, causes her to botch the Epic Fail, fall on her butt and results in the TKO to her face. Chase retains the title and Buehler watches on with a truly lost expression on her face.

Katelyn: I hit rock bottom…and now it’s time to finally pull myself up out of the gutter.

No more black and white, the colors vibrant….perhaps too vibrant. Buehler is shown lifting weights, training in the ring down in the NewAge developmental system, and then unleashing her new finishing move, the KTFO.

Katelyn: It’s been hard, but I’ve cancelled out all the negative influences in my life.

In a flash we cut to an emotional Katelyn being hugged by Porno Lad backstage, while he wears a plotting expression on his face. Cut to Buehler delivering that new KTFO finishing move right across the jaw of Porno Lad, knocking her manipulative boyfriend over the top rope and eliminating him from the Last Stand Rumble.

Katelyn: For the first time in my life, my head is clear…I’m focused…I’m dedicated…I’m determined.

A collection of clips following Buehler as she delivers the KTFO on Kordelia Price, Jessica Wilde, Jacob Laymon, and so many others, bombard the screen before cutting to Buehler holding the World Heavyweight Title in her palms. She longingly gazes upon the gold before relinquishing the belt to its rightful owner.

Katelyn: And I will be redeemed…..I will be redeemed.

Rachel: There is no such thing as redemption…not for whores.

Malice and menace exudes from Rachel Foxx’s smiling face. Her grin widens when tossing a gavel into the air and catching it in her palm, all the while standing over the vanquished body of Buehler. We cut to a few moments earlier when Katelyn was facing an uphill battle against Ba’al and his teammates. In spite of all the obstacles Buehler holds her own, right up until Rachel appears and bashes her in the back of the skull with the gavel.

Rachel: You cannot change who you are.

Cut to Last Stand several weeks later.

Rachel: Howdy Katie.

Buehler steps out of a room into a corridor before immediately being blindsided by the Sinistry. This depraved attack culminates to Buehler’s hand being crushed by a gavel swung by Rachel Foxx.

Rachel: Nothing will change who you are Buehler…

Even with a broken hand Katelyn steps into the Last Stand Rumble match, fighting against the odds….and coming to Legion’s aid several times when it comes to battling the Sinistry. Just when it seems that Buehler is closing on winning the number one contendership, she finds her hand smashed again by the gavel while it was draped over the steel steps. Her knuckles are shattered by the impact.

Rachel: You’re a perpetual failure…

Though she fights to get into the ring and compete in the closing moments of the Rumble, security drags Buehler away, refusing to let her finish given the state of her hand.

Rachel: You’ll always be dependent on others.

Buehler is shown seated in the middle of the ring, refusing to let Legion compete against the Sinistry without her being there to have his back. Unfortunately, Hurse also showed up to stand beside Buehler, but ends up being a liability. Rachel attacks Katelyn’s mentor from behind with a gavel shot to the skull, prompting Buehler to chase Foxx to the backstage area.

Rachel: You’re an addict…

Buehler stands on the top rope before being pushed off by Rachel and sent flying down into the ring. Foxx watches from the apron with a diabolical smirk on her face.

Rachel: You’re a whore…

Buehler battles Taylor Chase for the World Championship in what should have been an epic rematch…one with a different ending than their first. Katelyn sets up for the KTFO on Chase, only for the lights go out and when they return a gavel is present in Buehler’s hand with Taylor lying on the canvas in front of her. Though Buehler pleads with the official that she’s been set up, the referee STILL disqualifies her. All of this happens under the watchful eyes of a smiling Foxx.

Rachel: And you will never change…you will never be redeemed.

Cut to the fiery intense eyes of Buehler as she stares down Rachel in the middle of the ring.

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

Buehler holds a lighter under a spoon containing heroine.

Katelyn: I did need drugs to get through the day….

A scene of Katelyn lying on her back, eyes opened wide as saucers and mouth hung open, experiencing a feeling of sheer euphoria.

Katelyn: But I HAVE changed, because I’m no longer running from myself….

Buehler is shown staring down at the World Heavyweight Championship in her palms before we segue into a clip of her staring at herself in a mirror.

Katelyn: Mr. Gaunt has helped me realize that there is a totally different Buehler in the depths of my soul, and it’s come time to release it.

A big spear is delivered by Katelyn to the ribs of Foxx, sending the two flying through the curtains into the backstage area.

Katelyn: Don’t take my word for it, Rachel, find out at Invictus, when my fighting spirit emerges….

The KTFO nails Laymon in the jaw, Wilde in the jaw, Executioner in the jaw….

Katelyn:…and you feel the wrath of the redemption.

Buehler cuts away her arm cast and throws it down to the canvas.

Rachel: You can’t beat me, just like you can never be World Champion.

Wilde delivers the frog splash on a chair wrapped around Katelyn’s hand, shattering it once again. Rachel then takes advantage of the work done by her minions, sliding into the ring, grabbing Katelyn by the roots of her bangs to hold her head up and point to the Invictus banner hung from the rafters.

Katelyn: I will defeat you, Rachel, and there will be no excuses.

Rachel nailing Buehler in the back of the head with a gavel. Buehler spearing Foxx through the curtains. Foxx is shown twirling a gavel around her fingers before cutting to Katelyn slapping her forearm symbolically into the palm of her own hand, signaling for the KTFO.

RACHEL FOXX VS. KATELYN BUEHLER

The ring is now cleared of everything but Rachel Foxx, who is busy talking to referee Stuart Wright, emphasizing to the official that he is not to stop this match under any circumstance. No matter how bloody or violent it might get. Stuart nods, having no trouble abiding to these requests.

Dollar: Are you hyped, Susie?

Susie: So hyped.

Dollar: Rachel Foxx….Katelyn Buehler…one on one….this is going to be violent.

”Satisfied” by Social Code rips through the speakers at this point and everyone turns to the ramp anticipating the arrival of Katelyn Buehler. But it’s not Katelyn who comes to the stage, instead it’s an ensemble of special Olympians and other handicapped individuals. Some wheelchair bound. Yet they are all capable of holding up a long banner that reads “Redemption.”

Katelyn then comes rushing out and tears right through the banner, standing on the stage and getting an unbelievable response from the crowd.

Dollar: There she is! Katelyn Buehler making her entrance to a truly deafening response here tonight.

Susie: And she just made the dreams of several of our ‘special’ fans come true.

Dollar: Tonight it’s HER dream that she has to focus on making come true though, otherwise Rachel will turn it into a nightmare.

Buehler bends down and lets a wheelchair bound child on the stage stricken with muscular dystrophy give her a kiss on one cheek. She then leans towards a child with down-syndrome and lets them give her another good luck smooch on the cheek. She stands up, slaps her forearm against her palm and comes charging down the ramp.

Katelyn slides into the ring, leaps to her feet and spins around in circles before capping it off with a roaring elbow delivered to her own palm.

Dollar: Buehler showing that the arm injury Rachel and the Pestilence inflicted on her isn’t going to keep her from hitting the KTFO.

Susie: Her arm could be completely broken, and she would STILL hit that move on Foxx tonight.

Dollar: Nothing is going to keep Katelyn from her redemption…

Susie: Don’t speak so soon.

Buehler makes a crucial mistake, turning her back on Rachel in order to blow a kiss to those special fans and Olympians, and Foxx takes full advantage. She rushes in behind Katelyn and slams a gavel across the back of her skull.

Dollar: OH MY…NOOO! Rachel……Rachel just….just hit Buehler square in the skull with that gavel.

Susie: Poor Buehler…come over here and I’ll give you a full on kiss on the lips with tongue to make you feel better.

Dollar: How in the hell will that make her feel any better?

Susie: I’m not sure, it’s just what my uncle told me to do every time I got a boo-boo.

The blatant shot with the gavel has presumably cracked Buehler’s skull wide open, and Wright is calling for the bell….not to disqualify Foxx, but to start this match.

Susie: And she did it before the bell was rung.

Dollar: I don’t think Wright would have disqualified her even if she had waited. The guy is as corrupt as corrupt can be.

A smiling Rachel looks between the gavel and Buehler’s head, a huge smiling forming on her face. She now lifts the hammer into the air and cracks Katelyn’s hand with it.

Dollar: Noooo…oh God…now she’s going after the hand.

Buehler lets out a blood curdling scream as she pulls her hand to her stomach, curling into a fetal position around it. As predicted, Wright doesn’t call for the bell, he just watches and offers a judgmental shake of his head.

Susie: Bet Katelyn regrets taking that hand-cast off now.

Dollar: She never should have taken it off. NEVER.

Buehler’s hand is swelling, the skin around her knuckles turning black as blood gathers beneath the surface of flesh. Rachel isn’t through using the gavel just yet, she grabs Buehler’s bangs and pulls her up to her knees before slamming the hammer right into Katelyn’s forehead.

Dollar: That’s ENOUGH! Dammit Wright, do your job for just once and stop this.

Susie: Uh-oh spaghetti-os, look at Katelyn’s face…she’s gone all Carrie.

Blood flows from a deep laceration in Buehler’s forehead, streaming down her face.

Dollar: We knew there would be blood…but I didn’t think it come out this fast.

The crimson streaming down Katelyn’s face drips to the canvas and the gash is further opened as Foxx throws aside the gavel and throws her fists into Buehler’s forehead. She sits down on Katelyn’s chest and begins to punch her over and over again to the wound in her flesh. But that isn’t good enough, Foxx bends down and sinks her teeth into the gash, gnawing at the wound.

Dollar: This is just sick.

Susie: Will somebody get those Make-a-Wish kids and Special Olympians out of here already? They shouldn’t have to see this.

Foxx pulls back her head and laughs as she swipes the blood from her lips with the back of her hand. She then grabs Katelyn by the bangs, sits her up and eventually takes her back down with a sliding elbow delivered directly to that wound.

Within mere minutes of this match starting, Katelyn’s face is already a pool of blood.

Dollar: Look at this…the match just getting underway and Buehler might need a blood transfusion.

Katelyn is forced along to her seat and now Foxx rushes in and delivers a seated dropkick….AGAIN to that gash in her forehead. Blood splatters through the air and Katelyn’s body twitches upon the canvas. Nothing can remove the grin from Buehler’s face as she stands up and swipes the blood from her heels across Katelyn’s shirt like it were a welcome mat.

This total disrespect, coupled with the screams of the crowd is actually inspiring Buehler, who is TRYING to get up. She reaches her elbows and knees, swiping blood out of her eyes so she can see. Foxx then swoops in behind her, takes the back of her head, leads her to her feet then charges her across the ring, ramming Buehler’s face right into the top turnbuckle pad.

Buehler bounces off then goes twisting through the ropes to the outside of the ring.

The disheartened audience watches as Katelyn crashes into the mats. Still she makes a valiant effort to get up, even after losing such a substantial amount of blood and suffering so much head trauma. Foxx exacerbates both issues, rolling under the ropes, stepping up behind Katelyn and then pushing her along face first into the exposed steel turnbuckle post.

Dollar: Holy mother of….Buehler’s face into the post.

Susie: Rachel is just slaughtering her.

Although no count is being made, Rachel rolls into the ring then back out. She steps in behind Katelyn, snatches her blood soaked locks, drags her along to her feet then charges her straight into the barricade. Buehler’s face bounces heinously off the steel and her rattled body twists into the mats.

As Buehler suffers upon the mats, Rachel plots how she can make Katelyn suffer even more. It doesn’t take her long to come up with something. She takes Katelyn around the neck, heaves her up to her feet and then into the air before dropping her via the brainbuster right on top of the mats.

Dollar: Wright…please….stop this match.

Susie: For a man with the last name Wright, he sure does the wrong thing a lot.

Dollar: Buehler just cannot go at this point…Look at her…She’s already lost about an ounce of blood, and who knows what internal damage has been done to her brain.

There are absolutely no signs of life emanating from Katelyn, she just lies on the mats, body totally limp. Rachel sits up and swipes her hand across the blood that stains her shoulder, rubbing it between her fingers and relishing in the chant from the crowd.

Fans: You sick bitch….You sick bitch…You sick bitch!

Rachel gets off on this reaction, feeding her desire to inflict even more punishment on Buehler. She takes hold of the reddened locks of Katelyn’s head and drags her up to her feet only to have Katelyn fall right back down to her knees. Rachel delights in the fact that Buehler is nothing but dead weight in her hands….And if she has her way, the ‘weight’ part of that phrase will become unnecessary.

She drags Buehler along her knees to the ring then rolls her in under the ropes. Foxx then slides in, takes Katelyn around the neck, drags her up to her feet and to the horror of the crowd, she heaves Buehler up into the air and spikes her on top of her head via a second brainbuster.

Dollar: You’ve done enough Foxx….stop this…just stop this please.

Susie: I think she’s starting to see things your way, Johnny D.

It appears that the Suicide Queen is about to bring this to a less than merciful end. She rolls to Buehler’s side and wedges both hands to her chest, pushing her shoulders down to the canvas. Wright slides into position and makes the count much to the relief of the crowd.

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Dollar: At the very least this is going to end right here before it goes to….HEY COME ON NOW!

The official’s hand is coming down for a third slap, only to stop when Foxx breaks the pin, grabs Katelyn’s bangs and pulls her head off of the canvas.

Rachel: I don’t think so.

Dollar: Damn you Rachel, damn you.

Foxx breaks her own pin then threatens to break Buehler down even further. She extends her hand out and places it over the canvas before she approaches the turnbuckle, slowly scaling it.

Dollar: Sickening doesn’t even begin to describe what we’re seeing here.

Buehler just lies there on the canvas, having no idea what is coming her way, and that happens to be a frog splash to the broken hand. Rachel takes a moment to hear that voice in the back of her head, the words repeating, “Kill, Foxx, Kill…Kill, Foxx, Kill.” She now dives from the top rope right into the frog splash aimed at the hand but meeting with nothing.

Dollar: WHAT!?!

Susie: Buehler just pulled her hand out of the way.

Dollar: She’s still alive?

The crowd is going nuts at the sight of Buehler pulling her hand out of harm’s way at the last second, causing Foxx to knock the air out of her lungs when she hits the canvas. She pushes herself up after the botched frog splash and holds her banged up ribs while Katelyn takes this precious moment to collect herself. With buckets of blood gushing down her face, Buehler pulls herself up with the use of the turnbuckle, leaning against it like it were a crutch.

She now turns around towards Foxx and slowly lifts her arm into the air. The crowd loses it when Buehler….slowly…yet oh so dramatically slaps her forearm into her palm…then does it again…and again. Each time she motions for the KTFO she comes closer and closer to losing her footing and tumbling out of the corner.

Dollar: No way….No way…..can Buehler actually hit this? Can it be done with her in this condition?

Now it’s Rachel who has no idea what is waiting for her as she struggles to her feet. Buehler motions for the KTFO one last time and now goes spiraling across the ring, throwing her forearm directly into the waiting hands of Rachel.

Foxx catches her by the crease of her elbow, arm drags her down to the canvas but maintains possession of her crippled hand. She forces it down to the canvas then leaps into the air and delivers a knee drop directly into the palm.

Dollar: Knee drop into the hand….knee drop into the hand….This is wrong.

Susie: There’s got to be no function left in that hand at all.

Katelyn sits up thrashing around on the canvas and screaming at the top of her lungs, feeling like an anvil was just dropped on her broken hand. Foxx now swoops in from behind, takes her hand, folds it behind the back of her head and applies an overhead wrist lock, with a tweak, because Foxx squeezes Katelyn’s fingers together and twists them gruesomely.

Fans: PLEASE DON’T TAP!

The anguished screams emanate from the crowd and from Katelyn….who’s face is twisted into an expression of suffrage. Rachel squeezes even tighter upon the fingers and twists them until the point that the phalanges almost snap from the knuckles.

Dollar: Please DO tap out Buehler.

Susie: Yeah, she can’t wrestle, not with blood loss, not with a broken hand, and not when pitted against a woman who lives to do nothing more than hurt others.

Nobody would blame her for doing it, actually quite a few would probably encourage her to do it…submission being the only means of salvation at this point. But Buehler continues to do what she’s been synonymous with for the past several months, rise in opposition to the odds. She rises towards her feet even with her significant blood loss and her targeted fingers.

The crowd begins to buy into it, they start to believe that maybe Buehler can do the unimaginable. She actually gets to her feet just when Rachel suddenly charges her across the ring and throws her through the ropes, dumping her like a piece of garbage. And in Rachel’s mind, that is precisely what Katelyn is….trash.

Buehler crawls across the mats and towards the steps, optimistically dragging herself up them. The second she places her hand over the stairs though, Rachel leaps off the apron and stomps the knuckles, sandwiching the hand between her boot and the steel.

The reaction is blood curdling, Katelyn’s screeches of despair cutting through the Garden. She drops to her back and rolls across the mats, rubbing her wounded flesh and shattered anatomy. Rachel pugnaciously stays on the damaged limb, rolling to the outside and grabbing Buehler’s hand. She leads her to the ring, rolls her in and then wedges Buehler’s hand against the ring post. Foxx then leaps into the air and dropkicks the hand, crushing it between boot and steel once more.

Dollar: This woman is an absolute psychopath.

Susie: Anyone engaged to Ba’al HAS to have a few screws lose.

Dollar: Speaking of Ba’al, one has to wonder what he did to Desmond Drake.

Rachel now slides into the ring to continue her systematic destruction of Buehler.

Rachel: Do you still believe?

Foxx drags Katelyn up by the hair to reveal the claret smothering her face.

Rachel: Do you still believe in redemption?

She shouts towards the crowd and gestures to the traumatized Buehler with her free hand.

Rachel: Ba’al and I, we don’t subscribe to fairy tales.

She pulls back her fist and drills Buehler right in the face, knocking her onto her back. Rachel follows by folding Buehler’s arm over backwards, wedging her knuckles to the canvas and elevating the point of her elbow into the air. She then leaps into the air and stomps down on the elbow, driving the fist gruesomely into the canvas.

Buehler: Oh GOD…Oh GOD!

Buehler thrashes about trying to hold her fractured fingers…but she can provide no protection to her broken hand. Rachel methodically approaches her, wedging a foot to the back of Katelyn’s head and playfully kicking it.

Rachel: God? He’ll show you no mercy? He hasn’t forgiven you for your sins….Nobody will.

Buehler’s hair is snatched and employed to drag her up to her knees, where a vicious right hand connects with her laceration.

Rachel: You are a whore…

Another hard right hand.

Rachel: A drug addict.

A third right hand.

Rachel: A woman who could NEVER be the World Champion.

And a fourth….that is caught. The crowd reacts with mouths agape at the sight of Buehler rising defiantly to her knees and catching Rachel’s fist just before it lands across her face.

Dollar: Are you serious? Buehler has caught Foxx’s fist….she’s….she’s still kicking.

Susie: Don’t know how smart that is….and I know one or two things about intelligence.

Katelyn’s whole body trembles as she channels all her strength into blocking this fist. Foxx now swings her other hand around only to have it caught under Buehler’s armpit. Both of the Suicide Queen’s arms are pinned beneath Buehler’s. She now rises to her feet, holding the trapped arms and beginning to deliver headbutts square to the bridge of Foxx’s nose.

Dollar: Headbutt after headbutt to Rachel’s face….How in the world is Katelyn pulling this off?

Susie: This is sick.

Another headbutt lands and then another, with Buehler’s blood smearing Rachel’s face.

Katelyn begins to lose her footing though, staggering around. Rachel DOES lose her balance, going down, only to have Katelyn summon her third wind, pulling up on the arms and dragging Rachel back to her feet so she can nail her with another headbutt, and another.

Buehler then unleashes a roar before trapping Foxx’s arm across her chest and snapping back into a divorce court arm breaker.

Dollar: And now Buehler gives Rachel a taste of her own medicine.

Susie: I hope it’s not Robotussin….Robotussin sucks balls.

The Suicide Queen rolls across the ring and into the ropes, revealing that her eye is not only bruising but beginning to swell shut around the pupil. She then stands up and turns just as Buehler steps in and drives the top of her head directly into Rachel’s eye, knocking her through the ropes and to the apron.

Dollar: And another headbutt from Buehler….Using everything to keep herself alive in this match.

With a face that has been reduced to nothing more than a flow of clotting blood, Buehler staggers back to the center of the ring, TRIES to balance herself and then limps forward, throwing head through the ropes. But Foxx manages to catch her with a big forearm to the face, knocking her right out. She collapses to her back with her hand falling over the apron, placed in a very dangerous predicament.

Rachel takes advantage, stepping back towards the turnbuckle and making her way up it.

Dollar: Katelyn’s resurgence is over.

Susie: And who knows what Foxx has in store for Buehler now.

Dollar: I don’t even think God wants to know.

Rachel has just reached the middle rope when she looks up and finds herself stunned at the visual of Katelyn’s head traveling right into her ribs. Foxx doubles over, reaching for her mid-section while Buehler limps back and catches herself upon the ropes. Katelyn then steps towards Foxx and up the turnbuckle in front of her…the crowd realizing that these two are putting each other at grave risk.

Buehler wraps her arm around Foxx’s neck and looks to deliver the KBO….the diamond cutter…off the turnbuckle all the way down to the mats below.

Dollar: No Buehler…you’re gonna kill her…your gonna kill Foxx.

Somehow Foxx manages to avert her own death, grabbing the ropes and then preventing being dragged down into the KBO. Instead she puts her hands to Buehler’s spine and shoves her off the turnbuckle. Katelyn shockingly lands on her knees across the apron and manages to hook her arm around the middle rope, preventing a collapse to the outside.

She slowly gets to her feet at this point with Foxx leaping off the turnbuckle behind her only to be caught around the neck and dragged down into the apron with the KBO.

Susie: YAAAAAH!

Dollar: UNBELIEVABLE! KBO on the apron.

Foxx’s face smashes against the apron, and her body goes flipping over the bottom rope back into the ring. Katelyn just lies there with the fans chanting her name and starting a rousing ‘holy shit’ chant.

Dollar: The fans just took the words right out of my mouth. Buehler just….I can’t even begin to describe it….she caught Foxx with a KBO right onto that apron.

Susie: A flying Foxx at that.

The disfigured Buehler sits up, staring through her crimson mask at the woman who somehow manages to crawl towards the center of the ring. Foxx is on her hands and knees, eyes glazed over and brain obviously numbed.

Buehler painstakingly crawls into the ring behind her, employing the cables to get to her feet and balance herself. She steps in behind Foxx , takes her by the hair, and pulls back on her head while straddling the Suicide Queen’s lower back.

Buehler: I’ll show you just how much I’ve changed…

Buehler pulls back on Rachel’s hair and begins to swing right hand after right hand down into the eye that is quickly swelling shut. The tissue is closing around Foxx’s pupil, making it increasingly difficult to see. And now Buehler leans down and actually sinks her teeth into this swollen flesh.

Dollar: Buehler is biting the eye…she’s biting the eye…

Susie: The window to Rachel’s soul.

Dollar: As if Rachel actually has a soul.

Buehler rears back with a macabre expression on her face before driving the point of her elbow down directly into the eye. Katelyn then backs to the center of the ring and gets a running start behind ANOTHER headbutt, dropping down and intentionally ramming her cut forehead into the side of Foxx’s face. Rachel rolls to the center of the ring while Buehler kneels upon the ring beside her, teetering between knees.

Buehler then backs up and gets another running start behind a headbutt when Rachel suddenly leaps from her knees, catches her around the neck and drops her with the Foxx Cutter.

Dollar: Now Foxx with her OWN cutter on Buehler!

Susie: And she’s going for the pin.

Dollar: Buehler’s redemption is over.

Rachel drags herself across the ring and desperately into the lateral press, all her weight thrown over Buehler’s chest. Wright makes the count with the fans squealing at the top of their lungs.

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And the end of the match will not happen right now…because Buehler gets her shoulder into the air and off the canvas.

Dollar: This is NOT happening.

Susie: Do you believe now, Rachel? Do you believe in redemption?

Rachel is beside herself, her expression gravely changed. She drags Buehler along and unto her back, taking her around the neck. Foxx rushes forward and drops to her seat, connecting with the Foxx Girl Stunner.

Dollar: And now Rachel delivers her version of the Backpack Stunner.

Susie: At least Katelyn really proved something here tonight.

Rachel has crawled into the cover, hooking both of Katelyn’s legs and throwing her back over Katelyn’s chest.

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Redemption has been denied….or so one would think….but Buehler once again defies expectations, getting her shoulder up a fraction of a second before the three.

Dollar: But Buehler….she’s still….she’s still alive.

Susie: I’ve never seen Katelyn this motivated.

The bloodied, the broken, the brutalized Buehler tries to keep the fight going, but Foxx isn’t about to give her that option. She forces Buehler along to her feet and then heaves her up and unto her back with another Foxx Girl Stunner.

She takes off running across the ring but Katelyn suddenly grabs Rachel’s shoulders, gets both knees up, wedges them to Foxx’s spine and counters the backpack stunner into the back stabber. Foxx’s spine ricochets from the knees and her body goes rolling across the mats amidst a roar of approval from the fans.

Dollar: A momentum changing counter there….

Susie: Buehler with the back stabber!

Dollar: But is this just a glimmer of false hope?

Buehler makes a valiant attempt to capitalize on her handiwork. She struggles to her feet and in the process begins to slap her forearm against her palm…building suspense behind the KTFO.

Dollar: She is going to deliver it…She is bound and determined to do it…to drive that elbow into Foxx’s face. To have her redemption.

It takes every last bit of Buehler’s remaining strength to do it but she sizes Rachel up then goes spinning around into the KTFO…which connects with Rachel’s superkick.

Dollar: NYOO!

Rachel manages to superkick Buehler directly in the hand, sending her spiraling across the ring and crying out in pain. Katelyn goes twisting into the ropes and ricocheting off just as the confident Foxx bends down to catch her with the back drop. Just then Buehler manages to shock the world by going into a cartwheel, catching Rachel around the neck and flipping her over into a powerbomb.

The Cartwheel Powerbomb is delivered, resulting in a roar that shakes the very foundation of Madison Square Garden. Unfortunately, Buehler’s hand limits her ability to follow up on her powerbomb, yet still she manages to crawl across her knees into the creases of Foxx’s legs She leans down into them, folding Foxx up into the pin.

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Too much time was wasted lamenting over her injured hand, Katelyn unable to put Foxx away.

Dollar: Yet Rachel kicks out even after that rarely used Cartwheel Powerbomb.

Susie: Someone is gonna have to be murdered to end this match.

The kick out only makes Buehler all the more intense….the whites of her eyes displaying raw emotion. With blood dribbling from her chin to her chest, Buehler stands Rachel up, about to press her advantage. However, Rachel somehow manages to wedge her hands to Katelyn’s stomach, shoving her backwards into the ropes. Katelyn bounces off and comes staggering back towards Rachel, who lunges into the Foxx Cutter.

But Katelyn manages to counter, now pushing Foxx off and into the ropes. Rachel bounces off and comes charging back into a boot to the gut, doubling her over. Buehler then charges into the ropes beside her, and goes into the cartwheel powerbomb. She is just about to flip Foxx sideways into the slam only to have Rachel surprise her by planting her feet and allowing Buehler to hang over her back in an Alabama Slam position. She pulls down on the creases of the knees and causes Buehler NOT to be hit with the modified spinebuster, but to fly over Foxx’s head and land directly on her feet a few inches removed from her stunned opponent. Buehler then spins around into the KTFO, which leads straight into the fujiwara armbar by Foxx.

Rachel side steps the arm and forces Katelyn down to the canvas, rearing back on the arm and grabbing Buehler’s fingers folding them over backwards to the point where they verge on snapping.

Dollar: Fujiwara on the broken hand….Foxx has got the broken hand!

Susie: It’s not only her hand that has been broken, but her belief in redemption.

The crowd is screeching at the top of their lungs, and Buehler is wailing even louder than they are. Her arm shoots out to her side and threatens to slap the canvas below.

Dollar: Buehler’s gonna tap…she gotta tap!

Every eye is so fixated on the ring….lips quiver…and emotions run the gamut. They are positively exhilarated by this dramatic image in the ring, Buehler fighting to free herself, Foxx fighting to destroy Katelyn.

Buehler’s eyes shine from beneath her bloodied face, showing the unbridled intensity…the unshakeable determination. Determination that shines when Buehler digs her fingers into the canvas, dragging her body and the weight of Foxx along towards the ropes.

Dollar: Katelyn has got to reach those ropes.

Susie: Please Buehler…keep fighting…Keep fighting! BELIEVE!

Even belief isn’t enough at this point, Katelyn’s arm falls flaccid upon the canvas, losing what little strength she had left. Foxx then wrenches back at an even more disturbing angle upon the fingers until she hears that snap, crackle and pop….And she does hear a pop, but it’s from the crowd as Buehler rolls to her side and flips Foxx over top of her. Rachel is sent rolling over backwards onto her feet before she takes off towards Katelyn and gets caught with the KBO!

Dollar: The Cutter connects aga….WHOOOOAA!

Just as Buehler threatens to leave her seat and deliver the cutter, Foxx catches her by the arm and forces her down to the canvas, locking in the fujiwara once again before wrenching back on the fingers.

Dollar: Counter back into the fujiwara! The fingers gonna snap…they’re gonna snap!!

Every fan in attendance is standing and watching intently as Buehler lifts her free hand into the air, shaking it above the canvas, struggling with every remaining fiber of her being to prevent tapping out.

But it is ultimately to no avail, her hand drops to the canvas and submits.

Dollar: Buehler finally forced to tap….

Susie: Hold that thought, Johnny D.

The hand falls, but it does NOT slap the canvas….no…instead it drives into the canvas to push Buehler up and then to aid her in tucking her chin to chest and rolling forward. She rolls right out of the fujiwara, right onto her feet and then into the ropes. She bounces from the cables and comes back in at Rachel, who cuts Katelyn off, catching her across the chest then delivering the STO back breaker.

Dollar: The Suicide Note!

Foxx pulls Katelyn up from Rachel’s knee and begins to drop back into the reverse STO face buster only to have Buehler spin around, catch her around the neck and deliver the KBO!

The crowd erupts as Rachel’s face hits the canvas and she flips over to her back.

Dollar: But Katelyn counters out into the KBO.

Susie: Absolutely inspiring.

The fans are on their feet at this point, watching as Katelyn crawls into the lateral press and takes the pinfall.

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Redemption has been achieved….Buehler has defeated her greatest critic….wait…Foxx got the shoulder up mere mili-seconds before the three count could be completed.

Dollar: But not even that was enough to put Rachel away.

Susie: Have you ever seen anything like this before, Johnny?

Dollar: Only at Invictus, Susie, only at Invictus.

The crowd is positively shocked by the visual of this amazing kick out from Foxx….who is rising from the depths and ascending towards her feet. But Buehler looks to take her right back down, spinning around into the Epic Fail, the spinning superkick aimed directly at Rachel’s swollen eye. Foxx ducks at the last second, Buehler’s foot traveling past her skull, her back turning to Rachel, who wedges hands to the spine of the bloodied Katelyn, then shoves her forward.

Katelyn turns around and slams into one of the turnbuckles while Rachel kneels in the center of the ring. Both ladies are desperately trying to collect themselves, to dig deep and find that last bit of strength buried away down deep.

And not only does Buehler find the energy to keep fighting, but to raise her arm to signal for the KTFO. She slaps her broken forearm into her palm, then does it again…and again…setting up for what will be the defining moment of her career.

Dollar: This….this is….unreal.

Susie: Listen to this reaction.

Heart beats are racing….pulses are quickening….bodies are shaking as Buehler prepares to nail the KTFO.

Dollar: Is this Buehler’s redemption?

Every fan lunges forth from their chairs as Buehler spins across the ring into the roaring elbow…..only to have her feet slip out from under her mere inches removed from Rachel’s face. Buehler BOTCHES…falling over her own feet and collapsing to the canvas.

Dollar: She did it again…Buehler blew it!

Susie: Not another botch….This is what cost her the World Championship.

The fans watch with sorrowful eyes as Buehler collapses to her back….the blood loss and her inexperience proving detrimental. Not only does he botch via tripping over her own feet, but much as in the case of her match with Ducky, the blood loss has caused her to seemingly faint. Rachel takes instant advantage.

Rachel: Redemption? Please.

Foxx waits for Katelyn to get to her knees, and when she does the Suicide Queen steps in and delivers a superkick….that Buehler slides under. Rachel spins around right into the KTFO!

Dollar: OOOOOH!

Susie: Buehler….Buehler with the KTFO, broken hand and all!

The KTFO is delivered with such force that Foxx corkscrews through the air and lands flat on her back. A huffing and wheezing Buehler falls over Rachel’s chest, hooking her legs.

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Dollar: Unbelievable!

Madison Square Garden is absolutely electrified at the sight of Buehler scoring the biggest win of her career.

Dollar: I AM STUNNED!

Exhaustion, blood loss, brain damage, and broken bones takes a heavy toll on Buehler, yet nothing, no force on earth is going to keep her from celebrating this defining moment. She gets to her knees, chest heaving, blood soaking her face and shattered hand raised symbolically above her head.

Dollar: This is a moment I daresay no one will forget. Katelyn Buehler….with her hand shattered, and after multiple shots from the gavel, manages to do the unthinkable….She has achieved her redemption. And she did so by suckering Rachel in playing possum.

INSTANT REPLAY

Katelyn sets up for the KTBO, spinning across the canvas to deliver the move only to lose her footing and botch the maneuver. A huge smirk forms on Foxx’s face, her confidence growing as she goes for the superkick. That confidence is shattered when Buehler rolls under the boot and then puts her forearm into Rachel’s jaw via the KTFO.

Susie: Rachel Foxx got a little too arrogant after seeing Buehler botch the KTFO…

Dollar: She thought she had the match won from that point, but then Buehler ducks the superkick and nails her KTFO to score a MAJOR victory.

Buehler stumbles along and falls into the ropes, her brain finally catching up to the extent of her bodily injuries. Referee Wright steps in to raise her hand only to be shoved aside, Katelyn refusing to allow the corrupt official to share in this moment.

She slowly staggers back to the center of the ring, continuing to celebrate what has to be the greatest moment of her life. Here at Invictus, she has defeated her greatest critic and scored her most amazing win.

Dollar: Congratulations Buehler….Your road to redemption has brought you this win in the biggest arena, the biggest event….this is your career milestone and you have earned it.

Susie: This is what Invictus is all about, right Johnny D?

Dollar: That’s right, moments just like thes…..HEEEY!

Suddenly a figure rolls in behind Katelyn, and before Buehler can even react, she’s being scooped up into the air and dumped on top of her head via the Dead in Tombstone. The bloodied skull of Buehler bounces off the ring thanks to the tombstone piledriver just delivered by Rachel….Rachel Frost!

Dollar: It’s….it’s….Rachel Frost…..AGAIN!

Susie: What is going on here? First she laid out P. Clarence Whitman III after his victory earlier tonight, and now she just did the same thing to Buehler.

Dollar: Sinistry just keeps bringing in more and more reinforcements.

Frost backs away from her prey, licking her lips with a sickening grin of satisfaction on her face. The slack jawed fans are reacting with total surprise at the sight of Rachel Frost, yet another proud representative of the Coalition family, standing over the broken Buehler.

One Rachel then turns to another, Foxx standing on the middle rope of a turnbuckle and screaming towards Frost to get Katelyn ready. The former Tatum McGraw takes the crimson saturated locks of Buehler’s hair, and drags her along to her feet before heaving her up into position….position for another Dead in Tombstone.

Dollar: Oh no….oh God….please don’t!

Foxx leaps off the turnbuckle, catches the heels of Katelyn’s boots and pushes down her legs while Frost falls into the Tombstone…a SPIKED Tombstone.

Susie: IIIIYYYYYEEE!

Dollar: This is….reprehensible!

The crowd agrees, jumping all over the Coalition/Sinistry members, who stand up over the broken Buehler. She just lies there on the canvas at this point, not moving an inch, save for the occasional twitch.

Dollar: Katelyn Buehler wins this match but it might have just cost her her career.

The Sinistry responds in the most absolutely disgusting way imaginable.

The Rachels step side to side, throwing arms over one another’s shoulders while waving goodbye to the decimated Buehler.

Dollar: What damage has been done to Buehler here tonight?

A huge smile rests on Gavin Taylor’s face….one mirrored by Kyle Black. The two are leaning against a wall, chatting it up without paying a moment’s notice to the intrusive camera.

Gavin: So three at one time, huh?

Black: Triplets, bro, triplets.

Gavin: I call bullshit on that one.

Black: And they were Asian….or maybe it was Puerto Rican….I was kind of blitzed, so it was hard to tell.

Gavin: Jesus Christ man…..how many times do you have to be date raped before you stop hitting the club scene?

Black: Don’t even bring that up…I’m still going to counseling over that.

At last Gavin notices the camera…mostly because it provides an easy out.

Gavin: What do you want? Lemme guess, a word or two regarding the beatdown we’ll put on the ugliest man on the planet, Andre Jordan, and the fattest man on the planet, Robert?

Black: Nobody wants to hear about either of those thieves, Gavin. They just want to see two superior athletes reclaim the Evolution Title tonight….

Black flexes a bicep and points to it.

Black: See that Robert, that’s a muscle….Something genetically gifted people like myself possess, and flabby diabetics like yourself, will never have. You’ll never be sculpted like me, in spite of all the protein you take in stuffing twelve hams a day down your mouth.

Gavin: The only thing about to find its way into his throat tonight, is my fist. Robert, you should have stayed out of this…You should have stopped taking up for your alter-ego, Bob, or that idiot Andre.

Black: Jordan….Jordan…Jordan….MAN….where do we even begin with you?

Gavin: You’re a thief….you’re a liar…and you are clearly not a good person.

Black: Yeah, we could have pressed charges, we could have continued the lawsuit, but it’s going to be far more satisfying for us to beat you two here tonight on the grandest stage, to reclaim our stolen property.

Gavin: Andre….you’re not good enough for Alana, you’re not good enough to be Kyle’s friend….

Black: Dude was a terrible wing-man at the clubs.

Gavin: And you’re not good enough to beat us.

A coin is extracted from Taylor’s pocket and flipped through the air.

Gavin: Funny to think this all started because a simple coin toss went awry, what with all these bribery allegations. But you should know by now that Chase Global doesn’t leave anything up to chance….just like tonight, when we step into that ring.

Chase: Black! Taylor!

Adam Chase, wearing the biggest of grins, steps into the scene.

Black: Hey yo.

Chase: It’s time for Chase Global to continue displaying our dominance.

Gavin: Let’s go take back MY title.

We return to find Katelyn Buehler with her arms stretched over the shoulders of EMTS. In spite of her compounding injuries, she refuses to be carried…..insistent that she can walk….albeit with a little assistance.

Dollar: Chase Global about to take on Robert and Andre Jordan for the Evolution Championship in just a few moments here…but as you can see we’re still dealing with the aftermath of our previous match.

Susie: Katelyn losing significant amounts of blood, and suffering that same Tombstone we saw delivered on P Clarence Whitman III earlier tonight.

Dollar: After she managed to defeat Rachel Foxx in a career defining moment.

Susie: Yes, but she paid a heavy toll for that win.

ANDRE JORDAN © & ROBERT VS. CHASE GLOBAL:
EVOLUTION CHAMPIONSHIP

The lights turn down, as the dramatic music, “Strength of a Thousand Men” by Two Steps from Hell starts to play. Two mythical creatures appear on the stage, and start rolling out a carpet down the ramp way, before a palanquin with our beloved Bob…. Rather, Robert laying on it appear from underneath the stage. Eight people in dark robes come out from the backstage area, picking up the palanquin from on the stage, as Robert starts waving to the crowd.

As the eight men make their way down to the stage, one trips, causing them all to fall, as well as Robert and the palanquin… Everything seems to be alright, that is, until Robert steps out, rather angry. Red in the face, and his beautiful red hair messed up a little. He grabs one of the men by the collar, and lifts him up above the ground with one hand, before more mythical creatures come scurrying out from the backstage area…. Probably about eighty of them. He takes each person, one by one, and drops them on the mythical creatures backs, as they get carried to the back. Robert looks around being alone on the ramp, and shakes his head, before walking the rest of the way to the ring.

That did nothing to help Robert’s mood, as he climbs into the ring, as the lights turn red. Fire starts erupting, starting at the top of the ramp, before making it’s way down to the ring, and surrounding it. Robert does nothing, except stand in the center, his hands in front of him, clenched in a ball. He screams out, at the top of his lungs, causing the fire to go down… This is, of course where Robert reaches into his pantaloons, bringing out the Mnooseville charter, bending down on one knee, and resting it against his forehead for a moment, before placing it in his corner.

Susie: Awww…what gives? No Bob at Invictus? You can’t have an Invictus without Bob. That’s as bad as putting Baby in the corner.

Dollar: I don’t know how you can just shift focus after what we saw happen to Katelyn Buehler, but I guess I’ll try to do the same and TRY to answer your question. The Evolution Championship is being contested here tonight, Susie, and a match of this magnitude NEEDS the more aggressive Robert.

Susie: Okay…I guess I’ll deal…as long as Robert wins the championship.

Dollar: Robert’s alter-ego, Bob, has been trying to get in good with Chase Global for weeks, but Robert hasn’t done him any favors. Especially when he acted as special guest enforcer for Gavin Taylor’s Evolution Title match against Aaron Harrison several weeks ago and STRIPED Gavin of the belt moments after Taylor had just won it.

Susie: Robert is a purveyor of justice, Johnny, and he will dispense it wherever necessary.

Dollar: Well that’s what has brought this match for the Evolution Title about….Gavin felt robbed of the gold by Robert overstepping his boundaries….And now will have a shot at revenge.

Robert paces the ring in anticipation of this match….a match that is important for so many reasons. But it’s even more important for the man who comes to the ring to the tunes ‘WE OWN IT”

The crowd is divided by the platform that begins to rise from the floor. Andre Jordan is revealed on a lift standing amongst the screaming spectators. Tabitha Silverstone looms behind her client with the crowd looking up at the pair elevated high above them. The lift eventually stops and Andre heaves the Evolution Title above his head, resulting in an explosion of confetti shooting up from behind him and scattering amongst the screeching crowd.

Dollar: Another spectacular entrance here tonight…this time by Andre Jordan. The Evolution Champion about to put the gold up for grabs in what is certainly going to be the toughest challenge to date.

Susie: Andre has had a great career thus far, hasn’t he?

Dollar: The man went over an hour in the Last Stand Rumble, he won the Evolution Title from Mika Kozlov…he has amassed a slew of accomplishments in a very short span of time. But will the biscuit wheels on his gravy train come tumbling off here tonight?

Susie: I think not. With Robert at his side, no one will stop Team Drebert.

Dollar: Okay…that was horrible.

Susie: Jorbert?

Dollar: Even worse.

Understandably Andre is a little apprehensive about entering the ring with the unpredictable Robert. Yet he conquers that phobia, sliding into the ring and then handing over the Evolution Title to official, Michelle Blacker. “Whoa is Me” by Down With Webster blares through the speakers and the Cartel-trons part to reveal the honking limo that pulls unto the stage.

Dollar: It looks like Chase Global is arriving in style for Invictus.

Susie: What a nice car. I wonder if they have a snack bar inside.

Dollar: I KNOW there’s two angry folk inside who desperately want to get what the referee has.

Susie: Michelle Blacker’s boobs?

Dollar No…although maybe in Kyle Black’s case…actually, I’m referring to the Evolution Championship.

The limo stops and the sunroof opens to reveal Gavin Taylor popping out through it. He throws his arms out to his sides while wearing the smuggest of expressions on his face. At the same time the back doors open with Adam Chase stepping out on one side of Gavin, and Kyle Black popping out of the other. Adam SLAMS his door shut and then struts towards the ring. Kyle on the other hand stutter steps down the ramp while Gavin climbs up onto the roof of the limo.

Dollar: Chase Global made a big statement on the last edition of Riot, via their repeated run ins with their opponents here tonight.

RIOT

We see a clip of Robert and Kyle facing one another in a match that takes them outside of the squared circle.

Dollar: Things started when Black faced Robert…

Things quickly spiral into insanity when Kyle knocks referee Ingelson into a barricade, drawing a disqualification. His brawl with Robert spills back into the ring only for him to get a big splash over the back from the carrier of the Mnoose Charter. This draws out Gavin…then Andre….leading to Jordan getting Taylor in position for the Opinion Changer, only to be nailed in the throat with the Basic Black from Kyle.

When Gavin and Kyle try to take the Evolution Championship belt…Robert plops himself down directly upon it….refusing to let anyone snatch it up. Before either Chase Global member can get their hands on Robert, Andre slides into the ring with a chair in hand, holding the two at bay.

Dollar: The match ended in a disqualification, but the violence didn’t end there, because an out and out brawl took place that culminated with Robert parking himself on the Evolution Title belt so that Gavin and Kyle couldn’t take it.

Susie: Then….

RIOT!

We flash forward to the conclusion of the All Star Invictus Tag Match where Gavin nails Andre in the back of the head with the Real Men Use Lariats. Once Andre drops to the outside mats, Gavin steps over him holding up the Evolution Title.

Dollar: Gavin managed to make things even more personal between he and Andre by holding the Evolution Title high above Jordan with total disrespect.

Susie: Now things gonna be real personal headed into this match.

Boy are they ever…evident by the fact that Gavin is speared to the ribs before he can even step down off of the limo hood. Andre has rushed up the ramp, stepped off the hood and launched himself into a spear that collapses Taylor’s lungs.

Dollar: Big SPEAR from Jordan right on top of the limo.

Susie: And here comes Robert too.

The rotund Robert rolls out of the ring and rushes up the ramp. Kyle rushes forth to cut him off, swinging into a fist that is blocked. Robert then responds with several slaps, staggering Black back towards the limo.

Meanwhile, on the roof of that limo, Andre and Gavin are exchanging rights and lefts. Eventually Gavin manages to get a thumb directly into Jordan’s eye, causing him to stagger back. Gavin then charges in with a Real Men Use Lariats only to have Andre duck, catch the knees of his opponent to his shoulder and back drop him over right onto the hood of the limo.

Dollar: Jeeeeeez….That’s gotta hurt.

Susie: I hope they didn’t rent that limo.

Robert now whips Kyle into the steel steps, watching as he bounces off the stairs. The man who has destroyed so many means in the past looks to vanquish another, but it isn’t Black. Instead Robert steps up onto the hood of the limo where Gavin is lying and drops all 300 plus pounds of his body ass first into Taylor’s chest, crushing him beneath his girth and the car.

Dollar: OOOOH-HO-HO! Robert just squished Taylor!

Susie: With his massive bum no-less.

Gavin’s legs kick as they dangle from beneath Robert’s derriere. Finally the metric ton of a man turns over to his hands and knees while Kyle resurges, rushing in to help his partner. Just then Andre rushes across the hood of the limo, dives off onto the back of Robert, and then leaps from his partner’s spine into a forward flipping senton into Black’s sternum.

Dollar: Andre jumping from the limo and Robert’s back right into Kyle! What a crazy way for this match to begin here tonight.

Susie: In front of what has been a great crowd thus far.

Dollar: A phenomenal crowd. They’ve been loud and vocal through everything they’ve seen thus far.

Andre aids Kyle to his feet only to so he can crack him in the chest with a knife edge chop. The blow receives a ‘WOOO’ from the crowd and sends Kyle staggering towards the ring. Jordan would follow but stops when he hears Robert shouting his name. Jordan spins around just in time to see Robert whipping Gavin towards him, prompting Andre to catch Taylor with a drop toe hold that sends him slamming face first into the apron.

Gavin thuds off of the apron, his perfect teeth rattled by the impact and his back turning to rest himself against the very item he just bounced off of. This proves detrimental, because it allows Robert the opportunity to rush in and squash Taylor once again, this time with a big splash.

Taylor timbers like a falling tree face first into the mats. And Andre is about to take a tumble of his own. He climbs up onto the apron just as Kyle rushes across the ring and throws a huge forearm over the ropes and into Jordan’s cheek.

The stiff shot sends Andre flying off the apron and into the waiting arms of Robert. He catches his partner and then throws him back at the ring. The moment Andre lands on the apron, Kyle rushes across the ring and nails him with a big boot, sending him twisting to the outside once again.

Andre crashes to the mats and Robert walks around him, rushing at the ring and sliding in under the ropes. He barely gets to his knees before Kyle is charging in and delivering a vicious knee to his temple. Robert collapses to his bum, scooting back into one of the turnbuckles, where Kyle subjects him to a series of stomps.

Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, Andre is trying to get up only to have Gavin rush in and almost decapitate him via the Real Men Use Lariats.

Dollar: Surprised Gavin was able to hit that.

Susie: Yeah, he was just compressed under Robert’s ass cheeks for crying out loud.

Dollar: Speaking of Robert…something bad is about to happen to him.

Susie: NO!

A running face wash is delivered to the cheek of Robert, knocking him down from his seated position against the turnbuckle. Robert ends up on his stomach while his head dangles over the apron. Gavin takes advantage of this position, stepping in, taking Robert around the neck and sliding him out to the point where it’s just his knees draping the apron. Just then Gavin drops into the Cubic Zirconium Cutter, planting Robert’s face directly into the thin protective mats.

Dollar: A Cubic Zirconium Cutter on the outside of the ring now….Gavin tearing it up outside of the ring.

Susie: The big baby just upset that he had the Evolution Title taken from him…..There was no reason to do to that to Robert, no reason at all.

An aggravated Robert gets to his feet and simultaneously applies two side headlocks, dragging both of his opponents to their feet. He holds the two barely conscious competitors up long for Kyle to leap off the apron into a double axehandle smash. His arms drive directly into the tops of Andre’s and Robert’s skulls, bringing the duo down to the mats.

Dollar: Black with a dive….one that took out both men.

But they are not down for long…mostly because they’re dragged back up with Gavin throwing Andre into the ring. Jordan just gets to his knees when Kyle slides in behind him and hooks both arms. He drags Andre up to his feet then heaves him up and slams him down via a full nelson slam.

Black then stands up and approaches Gavin, who has climbed up into their corner. A tag is made and Taylor is in the ring, immediately putting his boot directly to Andre’s face, grinding his heel across the eyes.

The ripping of the eyes causes Andre to sit up palming at his face. Taylor then steps in from behind, pulls back on the chin and begins to subject Jordan’s chest to repeated forearm strike after forearm after forearm strike. He then forces Jordan down by his chin to the canvas laying him down so that Taylor can shoot his lower body up into the air and ultimately swing his knee down right into Andre’s temple. Jordan rolls across the canvas clutching at his skull while Gavin is approaching his corner, tagging out to Black.

Dollar: Kyle and Gavin constantly keeping a fresh man in there.

Susie: And Dre doesn’t have anyone to tag, it’s not fair, Robert hasn’t recovered.

Indeed, Robert is laid out on the mats after suffering the Cubic Zirconium Cutter to the outside, making him a total non-factor at this point.

Taylor and Black march towards Andre, both men taking him around the neck and heaving him up into a stereo snap suplex. Gavin then rolls to his feet, rushes into the ropes, ricochets off and comes back in at Kyle, who throws him up into the air. Taylor crashes down on top of Dre with a big splash, then rolls out of the way as Kyle comes rushing in and lunges into a back first senton splash.

He throws his legs into the air and just drops with his back right across Jordan’s ribs.

Dollar: Nice tag team continuity just demonstrated by Chase Global.

Taylor finally makes his exit, but the damage has definitely been done. Kyle now grabs Andre around the neck, rolls him along to his knees and hooks both arms. He delivers a butterfly suplex with the bridge.

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Jordan gets his shoulder up and Kyle rolls along to his knees, pulling Andre along with him while still keeping both arms hooked. Kyle then stands up and throws Jordan into the air, flipping him over and dropping into a sit-out tiger bomb. Black leans forward into the creases of Jordan’s knees.

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Dre kicks out again.

Dollar: Kyle’s strength factor definitely showing.

Susie: But so is Andre’s resiliency.

Kyle fluidly transitions from the botched pin attempt and back to his feet, hooking Jordan’s legs by the knees. He then drops back and catapults Andre through the air, face first into Gavin’s boot, which is draped over the top rope. Andre’s skull bounces off of the boot and his body goes staggering back into Kyle’s waiting arms. Black wedges a shoulder to Jordan’s spine, heaves him up and then drives him down via a back drop suplex.

Dollar: Jeez…it’s hard to believe that these two men were once actually pretty good friends. Up until Kyle double crossed Jordan and joined with Chase Global.

Susie: Who are his new besties.

Kyle snatches hold of Andre’s neck, leads him along to his knees and then up to his feet. He then pushes him back first into the ropes, Jordan’s back connecting with Gavin’s knee. Taylor drives it through the ropes and into Dre’s kidneys, putting particular strain on the small of his spine.

Andre staggers forward and Kyle wedges hands to his chest, shoving him back once more into the ropes and the waiting knee of Gavin.

This time Andre spins around though and delivers a jaw shattering forearm to Gavin’s chin, knocking him off of the apron and off of game-plan. Kyle refuses to be thwarted though, charging in behind Andre, who turns just in time to side step Black and use his own momentum against him. Kyle is thrown through the ropes and sent crashing to the floor while Dre twists to face his corner, falling to his knees in the process. He then crawls across the ring and extends his hand out for a tag only to realize that Robert is STILL down on the outside, yet to recover from the Cubic Zirconium Cutter.

Dollar: Andre going for the tag but there is still no Robert.

Dre rises to his knees, looking flustered….before looking anguished….thanks to the double axehandle that smashes him in the upper back. Kyle drops him to the canvas and then turns around to make a tag. Taylor is rubbing his jaw with one hand and reciprocating the tag with the other. He then climbs up the turnbuckle to the top rope as Andre rolls onto his back, putting himself in perfect position for the flying elbow drop.

Taylor’s elbow is driven directly into Jordan’s heart, which was already broken by Gavin’s stable-mate, Alana.

Dollar: Big elbow presumably setting Gavin up for what could be a big win.

The Evolution Title is on the cusp of changing hands as Gavin crawls into the cover.

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That change doesn’t occur thanks to Andre’s persistence. He gets a shoulder up, infuriating Taylor.

Susie: Jeez, Andre is showing the same type of perseverance we saw from Katelyn Buehler in our last match.

An aggravated Gavin grabs Andre under the jaw, pulling it up so that his glossy eyes can see into Taylor’s face, and his ringing ears can hear the All-Star’s words.

Gavin: All you had to do was return my belt, Dre…You just had to give that title back.

A right hand nails Dre between the eyes.

Gavin: None of this would have happened if you did the right thing.

Gavin steps back and gets a running start, lunging forward into another right hand that connects and knocks Jordan to the canvas.

Andre descends to his back while Robert ascends to the apron. The man of long red mane gets to his knees in his corner, finally recovering enough to take his spot in his team’s corner. Andre hasn’t recovered at all though. He does get to his feet, but has no ability to counter the spear to his ribs that powers him spine first into the enemy corner. Gavin backs away and gets into official Michelle Blacker’s face, arguing with her. Behind the official’s back, Kyle reaches over the ropes and digs his fingers into Jordan’s face, pulling back on the nostrils and the cheeks.

Dollar: Chase Global bending every damn rule to their advantage.

Tabitha is shouting at the official to turn around but Blacker is too preoccupied with her argument with Taylor.

Gavin finally ends the argument so that he can rush in and deliver a big back elbow right to Andre’s Jaw. He then takes him by the wrist, drags him along out of the corner and into a lariat to the throat. Gavin falls to his knees and Andre is taken to his back. Once laying out his opponent, Gavin reaches out and slaps Kyle’s hand. Black enters the ring then backs up the turnbuckle to the middle rope before leaping off and dropping his knee straight to Dre’s features. He then tucks into a forward roll, back to his feet, charges into the ropes, ricochets off and lunges into a huge flying elbow drop.

Dollar: Kyle Black and Gavin Taylor just working so effectively as a tag team in this match….they have Andre trapped in their corner of the ring and are just shutting him down.

Andre is in dire straits, especially as Kyle makes the tag with one hand then uses the other to drag Jordan to his feet and pull him into a back breaker across the knee. Kyle keeps Andre stretched over the kneecap only to have Taylor fly off the middle turnbuckle and drop a fist right across Jordan’s face.

It’s not sure what is injured more, Jordan’s face, or his back….each broken by the blows of his opponents. But even if his body has reached its breaking point, his will withstands the test.

He actually tries to stand up only to have his will further challenged thanks to Gavin…Taylor makes the tag to Kyle and then whips Jordan into the ropes. As Andre comes in he’s caught under Gavin’s arm and heaved into a side slam position. Kyle steps up onto the turnbuckle and leaps from the middle rope into a leg drop across Andre’s neck while Gavin falls into the side slam.

Dollar: More tag team continuity shown by Chase Global.

Susie: They really…really…really want that bright and shiny belt, just like I want my glittery pony.

Gavin exits the ring and Kyle makes the cover.

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The Champion thwarts another attempt by his merciless rivals to take his belt….miraculously getting his shoulder up even after this physical onslaught.

Dollar: And yet Dre just keeps kicking out.

Susie: We saw so much heart from Katelyn Buehler…now we’re seeing it from Andre too.

Jordan is dragged along to his feet by Black, who makes the tag with one hand then puts it to use scooping Dre into the air and slamming him across his back. Gavin rushes to the middle rope while Kyle takes Jordan’s legs, lifts them and separates them, opening his crotch to whatever nefarious plot Taylor has in mind…And it’s what shields his mind that will presumably be put to best use….Gavin about to deliver a diving headbutt into the champion’s groin. Kyle is already laughing at Jordan’s expense, even before his testicles could be shattered.

Kyle: Don’t worry Dre, not like you’re getting any use out of that penis anyhow.

The crotch is punished….GAVIN’S!

Andre sits up and pulls down on the ankles Kyle is clutching, causing Black to fly over him and go crashing skull first right into Taylor’s groin. All the air has been deflated from Gavin’s body, and the excruciating pain emanating from his lower extremities is simply indescribable. And there’s only one thing that will block from Gavin’s mind the pain from his crotch…more pain….all throughout his body.

Kyle spins around, swiping his cheeks with both palms after getting a face full of his partner’s own crotch. He then rushes at the struggling Jordan into a lariat only to have Andre duck into a roll. He springs out of the roll, leaps into the air, lands with both feet wedged to Gavin’s stomach and interlocks hands behind his back. Before Gavin is able to react, he is monkey flipped off the middle rope and sent crashing right into Kyle.

Black turns just as Gavin flips into him and the fans flip out.

Dollar: Jordan uses his own enemies against one another.

Susie: Now go tag in Robert…tag him in now you son of a bitch.

Gavin and Kyle are thrashing about the canvas ailing from their slams against one another, all caused by the man crawling past them. Andre holds his neck and his kidneys as he closes in on his partner. A still kneeling Robert extends his hand, desperate to get in there, in spite of his injuries, to get his mitts on the means. Andre is about to make that dream a reality, crawling over elbows and knees towards his corner and then reaching out, mere finger tips removed from the master of Mnooses.

Susie: Yay…he’s gonna make the tag…

Dollar: No….Gavin shuts it down.

Indeed, Taylor rushes across the ring and drives his foot through the ropes, right into the side of Robert’s face, knocking the big man off the apron and putting him out of position, or condition, to make a tag. Gavin then spins around to aim himself at Jordan, who has just gotten to his knees when Taylor rushes in and lunges into the All Star-Maker. The shining wizard connects with such force that it threatens to crack Andre’s cheek.

Susie: Damn you Gavin….damn you for denying us Robert.

Dollar: And then he follows it up with the All Star Maker. Which might have just won Gavin the title.

Susie: No-no-no….get in there Robert….Team Andbert needs you now more than ever.

Dollar: Please just stop.

Gavin crawls into the cover, hooking the leg, realizing that the championship is now his.

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We’re about to have a brand new Evolution Champion…not crowned just yet….cause Andre avails his shoulder from the canvas.

Susie: Andre does it again…thank you, Dre, thank you.

A flummoxed Gavin rises to his feet, eyes burning a hole into Michelle Blacker’s face and insisting that she learn how to properly count. He then grabs Andre around the neck, drags him along into the ropes and throws him through to the apron.

Taylor waits for Jordan to expel all the energy to get back into the ring…which he TRIES to do at this point. He manages to get his upper half through the ropes only to have Gavin cut him off in anticipation of delivering the Cubic Zirconium Cutter.

Dollar: Here it comes again.

Gavin drops to his back, delivering the cutter only to realize that Dre has reached back and grabbed the top rope with both hands. As a result Taylor collapses to the canvas with Andre suspended above him. He then slides back, right through the ropes and onto the apron before taking the top cable and flipping over it into a senton. He crashes upside down directly into the canvas, Gavin rolling out of the way in the nick of time.

Andre holds the back of his neck and rolls to the center of the ring just as Taylor comes charging in with another All-Star Maker. He lunges forward into the kick just when Andre lunges to his feet and catches him across his chest. Gavin is stunned as he is spun around and drilled with a modification of the Get Got. The spinning powerslam drives Gavin’s back into the canvas and sends Andre rolling across the canvas towards his partner.

The fans are screaming as Andre reaches out for a tag only to find his corner once again unoccupied, no Robert in sight.

Susie: Come on Robert, get back up….get back up!

Robert fights his way back up into his corner but it’s too late, Dre is grabbed by the waistband and dragged back into the waiting arms of Black.

Kyle snatches him around the waist then snaps back into a release German suplex…and to everyone’s surprise, maybe even Andre’s….Jordan manages to back flip right over to his feet.

Dollar: What crazy athleticism from Jordan.

Kyle spins around in a state of complete shock, rushing in towards Jordan and getting caught with the Thrill Ride. Andre tosses him up into the air and exacts retribution on his former friend via the sit-out spinebuster.

Dollar: Jordan with the Thrill Ride now…..

Susie: Make the damned tag!

Kyle’s back is in trauma and Andre has apparently rode out this rough-patch to calmer seas. He gets to his knees and tries to sail along into his corner where Robert is now fully upright, looking for a tag. Andre is getting closer and closer to his partner, to bringing the fresh man in….and that fresh man is the destroyer of means.

The crowd foams at the mouths as Andre reaches out and is about to slap the hand belonging to Robert, only to have his cheek slapped by a running boot from Gavin. The swift and stiff strike knocks Andre to his back, and Gavin turns his on Jordan in order to knock Robert from the aporn a second time.

Susie: Oh how I loathe Gavin Taylor…and I hate very few people….I can even tolerate Zack Efron for crying out loud.

Gavin cocks back his fist and flings it at Robert, only to have the red haired warrior duck. As a result the punch flies over Robert’s head and his back ends up turned on his opponent. Robert wedges his hands to Gavin’s back, shoving him forward right into Andre, who catches Taylor against his shoulders, heaves him up into a fireman’s carry then delivers the Rolling Thunder. The Finley Roll is delivered as Andre rolls along to his feet then lunges from them not into the moonsault, but into a tag on Robert’s hand.

Susie: Robert has got the tag….YAY….Why aren’t people screaming louder?

Dollar: They’re blowing the roof off the place, Susie.

Susie: That’s not good enough.

Robert immediately rushes into the ring and lunges into the air, engulfing a laid out Gavin with a big splash. He then stands up just as Kyle comes rushing in for the Basic Black….But Robert catches him to the chest and stomach, hoisting him up and into a military press. He then turns and throws Black down, sending him into a splash on Taylor’s chest as well.

Both Gavin and Kyle are stacked upon one another as Robert rushes in, leaps into the air and splashes Black’s back, squishing both men under his massive folds.

Dollar: Robert overwhelming Chase Global.

Susie: He’s throwing around his massive mnoosucles.

Dollar: His girth put to good use…

Susie: Nooo…his MNOOSUCLES!

Dollar: Fine….fine.

A traumatized Kyle rolls away from Gavin, and ends up on his back a few inches removed from the turnbuckle, a very unwise decision. Robert rushes across the ring, steps over Kyle, up the turnbuckle to the middle rope, and then pushes off into a Vader Bomb. He crashes directly into Black’s body, flattening it like a pancake….that Robert would delight in devouring.

Robert remains on top of Kyle, looking for the pin only to have the official inform him that Black is not the legal man.

Gavin then goes rushing into the ropes in front of a kneeling Robert, bounces off and then lunges with both boots traveling directly into his opponent’s face. Robert ends up rolling across the ring and onto his back with Gavin scrambling in and over the man boobs of his adversary.

Dollar: Gavin is about to win the Evolution Title without even pinning the Champion.

Blacker makes the count.

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Robert military presses Gavin off of his chest, sending him flying into the air then landing on his feet. Taylor then takes off into the ropes, about to bounce off and deliver even further punishment only to have Andre grab the top cable and yank down on it. Gavin goes flipping over it as a result and lands on the mats outside of the ring. He steadies himself just as Jordan leaps off the apron, traveling right into a double axehandle only to be caught with a STO. The Buzzer Beater connects and plants the airborne Andre brutally against the mats.

Dollar: Just when it looked like Andre and Robert were building momentum, Gavin shuts it down with that big STO counter.

Robert takes notice of this offense. He steps across the ring and shouts through the ropes at Gavin.

Robert: You multiple infractions of the Charter shall result in your immediate decimation, you vile swine.

Robert reaches through the ropes and grabs Gavin by the ears, using them to drag Taylor up and sit him on the apron. He then wedges his knuckles to both sides of Gavin’s skull, applying a modified vice that threatens to squish Taylor’s skull.

Just then Black comes charging in though and delivers a big punt kick to the middle rope that Robert is leaning through. The cable snaps up and collides with Robert’s throat, sending him staggering back. Kyle then charges in and nails the Basic Black. Robert collapses to the canvas and Kyle falls at this side. At the same time Gavin is crawling into the ring, grabbing both of Robert’s knees and flipping forward into the jackknife cover.

Dollar: Gavin making use of Kyle’s handiwork…he’s got the pin, the win, and the Evolution Title.

Blacker makes the count to the screeches of the masses.

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Somehow, someway, Gavin manages to come within mere seconds of pinning Robert, only to have his ambitions derailed by another kick out.

Susie: YES! Robert kicks out…..now punish the means…punish them!

Gavin rolls over backwards to his feet and then turns around as he steps into the ropes, looking over them at a recovering Andre. A twisted grin settles over Gavin’s face as he leaps over the ropes with a crossbody, crashing down right on top of Andre…Andre’s shoulders. Jordan then drops forward into the Rolling Thunder.

The Finley Roll variant slams Gavin’s spine into the mats, then Andre rolls along to his feet, leaving them only to spring onto the corner of the apron and flip back into a moonsault. He crashes across Gavin’s ribs, and both men are now flopping around in agony. In the meanwhile, Kyle is dragging Robert to his feet and to the shock of everyone he manages to pull the big man over into a snap suplex.

Dollar: OH WOW! Did we really just see that? First the Rolling Thunder on the outside of the ring, and then the genetically jacked Black hits Robert, a near 500 pound force of nature with a snap suplex.

Susie: Robert’s slam against the canvas was so forceful it may have burst my hymen.

Dollar: Again, I warned you about that at the start of the show.

The suplex obviously hurt Robert, but put a particular amount of strain on Kyle’s back as well. He finds it difficult to stand, let alone go for what he has envisioned next. If he managed to suplex Robert, he can certainly give him the Brainbuster. So he pulls Robert up and sets him up for the move.

Dollar: There is no way…there is just NO WAY.

In the words of Wayne or Garth…”YES WAY.” Kyle actually lifts Robert, but fails to get him all the way into position for the brainbuster. Instead Robert comes crashing down directly on top of Kyle’s chest, flattening him on the canvas.

Susie: What a counter by Robert.

Dollar: I think Kyle’s back just gave out on him, Susie.

Susie: Don’t go underselling Robert’s amazing wrestling abilities.

Robert rolls away from Kyle and spots Andre now in their corner, requesting a tag. The hand is slapped and Andre moves to the top rope as quickly as his legs will allow. He then balances himself before flying off into a frog splash elbow. He connects against Kyle’s chest, sending Black into convulsions.

Andre then rushes across the ring, steps up the turnbuckle to the top rope, and prepares to fly off onto Gavin.

An unsuspecting Taylor stumbles around on the mats, having no idea what is waiting for him…and what might be waiting for him, is the big splash planned by Jordan.

But instead it’s the barricade that Andre ends up splashing. Adam Chase leaps onto the apron behind Jordan, wedges a hand to his seat and pushes him off the turnbuckle. Jordan flies through the air and crashes into the steel barricade to the despair of the masses.

Dollar: OOOOOOO-MG!

Susie: Adam just pushed Andre off the turnbuckle by fondling his big Afro-American booty!

Andre’s sternum bounces back off of the steel and he collapses into the waiting arms of Taylor. Gavin spins him around, charges him at the ring and rolls the addled Jordan into the squared circle. Andre just turns over to his knees just in time for Taylor to step over Jordan’s neck then heave him up unto his shoulder, positioning him for the Highlight of the Night.

Dollar: Thanks to Chase’s interference…Gavin may have the Evolution Championship. I hate to think of a match as important as this, ending under such circumstances.

A snide sneer forms on Gavin’s face as he prepares to deliver the reverse neckbreaker out of the single shoulder powerbomb position….

Robert: RRRRRR!

Gavin’s ‘highlight’ turns out to be a low point in his career thanks largely to Robert and the logroll the blubbery beast employs to crash into the back of Taylor’s legs.

The All-Star collapses onto his back with Jordan landing on top of his sternum. Dre instinctively reaches out and hooks Gavin’s leg, going for what might be the most surprising pin of the night.

Dollar: Gavin was about to put Dre away only to have Robert clip his legs out from under him.

Susie: And now Dre may have the title…he may have retained…and it’s all thanks to Robert. He should so let Robert twiggle his wiggy after this match.

Blacker drops into position and makes the count to a rousing ovation.

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Blacker’s hand is about to come down for the third slap only to have her ankle caught and used to drag her from the ring.

Dollar: Adam Chase interfering again!

A furious Michelle lands on her feet in front of the super-agent, who is trying to explain away his actions as a mistake.

Chase: You looked like you needed a breather.

The fans aren’t the only ones who have had their fill with Chase…so too has Tabitha Silverstone.

She rushes around the ring to put an end to this interference and avenge her client only to have Chase grab Blacker and turn her into a human shield.

Chase: You wouldn’t dare…you wouldn’t dare put a finger on me. I’m Adam Chase, I could buy and sell twelve of you. I’m the manager of CHAMPIONS….like Alana Starr…not thieves like her thug ex, Andre Jordan.

It takes every last bit of her will power to keep Tabitha from lashing out and unintentionally getting her client disqualified. Speaking of said client, Jordan is presently fighting his way to his feet…literally fighting, because he and Gavin are exchanging right hands. The two are on their knees in the middle of the ring, Gavin throwing a right hand into Andre’s jaw, followed by Jordan reacting with one of his own to Taylor’s.

Dollar: Gavin and Andre going back and forth, punch for punch. The two exhausted by the pace they’ve set in this tag team brawl.

Finally it seems that Andre has gotten the better of the situation, nailing a big closed fist to Gavin’s face sufficient enough to knock him loopy. Andre then reaches out, grabs Gavin around the neck and drags his head into position for the Opinion Changer.

The Pedigree is about to connect only to have Gavin push off at the last second, twisting away from Andre and making a tag to Kyle in their corner. Jordan never saw the tag made though, his tunnel vision settled on Gavin, who has crashed to the outside mats. Andre now leans through the ropes to get his hands on him only to have Black rush across the apron and catch Jordan around the neck.

Kyle turns the Evolution Champion around so that he is seated on the middle rope and then drops down, delivering a reverse neckbreaker that slams the back of Jordan’s skull against the apron.

Susie: SPAMONI!

Dollar: Neck-breaker on the apron…and that might be all Black needs to capture the Evolution Championship.

Kyle realizes this, sliding into the ring and going for the pin.

Comeau: That’s right Tabitha…

Though Blacker has been released to make the count, Adam is still running his mouth as he back peddles away from Silverstone.

Comeau: Only winners flock to Chase Global…cause they know I’ll steer them in the right direction, that my influence will make them champions. Gavin and Kyle trust me….and so does Alana….the one that got away from you….hahahaha.

A pinfall won’t get away from Black, who has both Andre’s legs hooked and Blacker sliding into position to make the count.

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The fans implore her not to slap the canvas for a third time…so she doesn’t…but not thanks to the pleas. Andre manages to kick out, whipping the crowd into a frenzy.

Dollar: Andre is STILL fighting these odds.

Susie: Chase Global keeps dishing out the pain, but they still can’t put Andre away.

Jordan’s neck is presumably broken but he still managed to get a shoulder up, a decision he might regret making. Kyle reaches down to grab him around the traumatized neck only to have his face blasted with a boot belonging to Robert.

Kyle stands up and staggers back into one of the corners just as Robert rushes in and goes for an Avalanche. However, Kyle moves out of the way and Robert ends up splashing the corner instead, zapping all the life from his limbs. He turns around just as Kyle rushes in and nails him with a clothesline. He clears out of the way once a recuperated Gavin re-enters the ring and rushes across it into his own lariat. His arm connects with Robert’s neck and now Gavin steps back towards Kyle, the two bumping knuckles with one another. Just then Robert rushes out of the corner unleashing another roar and almost decapitating both men with stereo lariats.

Susie: Thank you God for giving us Robert.

With both members of Chase Global laid out before him, Robert cannot let an opportunity like this slip through his chubby fingers. Therefore he drops down over Black, opens his mouth and sinks his teeth into the bridge of his nose.

Dollar: And now Robert is EATING Kyle Black’s face!

Susie: Yummy!

The second Robert rears back from with mouth agape and teeth snarling, Gavin steps in beside him, grabs the big man’s arm, folds it over backwards and then forces him down to the canvas into the Anaconda Vice. A modified rendition of the All-Star Stretch has Robert on the cusp of tapping out. However, neither he nor Taylor are the legal men…a fact that Gavin loses sight of….but is cruelly reminded of. Andre steps in behind the seated Gavin and stops him before he can make Robert submit.

And how does he stop him? By running into the ropes in front of Gavin, ricocheting off then flipping over Taylor’s head, delivering a neck breaker on the seated All-Star.

Dollar: The man of so many monikers might have just had his neck snapped!

After hitting the move Andre rolls to the center of the ring, TRYING to stand up at this point. This isn’t made easy, because the moment he get his knees beneath him, Kyle swoops in and takes Jordan around the neck. He stands Andre up and then heaves him into the brainster. But the brainbuster does NOT connect, because Andre manages to drive his knee down directly into Kyle’s head, blocking the brainbuster. He then drops down to his feet, delivers a kick to a staggered Black’s ribs, doubling him over, then hooks both arms.

Dollar: Here comes the Opinion Changer!

The pedigree is right on the cusp of connecting before Gavin rushes across the ring, steps off his own partner’s back and delivers the shining wizard on Jordan’s face.

Dollar: ALL-STAR MAKER!

Susie: On a standing Jordan no less.

Andre collapses onto his back with Kyle flipping forward into the jackknife cover. Nothing is going to change the fact that the title is about to switch owners….

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Actually, there is SOMETHING….or someone….Robert manages to swoop in at the last conceivable second, grab Kyle around the legs and deadlift him out of the jackknife cover so he can jackknife powerbomb him brutally into the canvas…so brutally in fact that Kyle bounces off of the canvas, ricochets up to his feet and stands ust long enough for a stumbled Andre to catch him under the arm and nail the Tide Turner.

Dollar: Just when it seems the chips were down…

Susie: Robert saves the day.

Dollar: The powerbomb setting up for Andre’s Olympic Slam.

The crowd is literally spent at this point but still roar with their hoarse tones as Blacker makes the count. At the same time Chase is continuing to rub salt in Tabitha’s wounds, not even paying attention to what’s happening in the ring.

Chase: Because unlike you, Tabitha, my clients know they can always count on me…

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Chase: The most influential manager in wrestling history.

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Chase: The mastermind behind the most superior assemblage of talent ever put together.

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it isn’t until the bell chimes that Adam finally shuts up, eyes eagerly darting to the ring only for his soul to be crushed as he sees Andre rising to his knees in celebration.

Dollar: On a night that has already been full of so much emotion…so much excitement…Andre Jordan manages to retain his Evolution Championship.

Susie: But he should give Robert a big old hug…and half of the Evolution Title too. Share you son of a bitch, SHARE!

Astounded fans feast their eyes upon the decadent sight of Andre holding up the Evolution Championship, though he almost collapses beneath the wait of the title. He falls unto his knees with the belt resting upon his shoulder, cradling it to his sternum. Tabitha slides into the ring and approaches Jordan, grabing his wrist and lifting it aloft. She requests that Robert step in and join in on the celebration, but the big man is shaking his head ‘no,’ for his mission is just getting started, and there is no time for celebration. There are too many means to punish for Robert to take a breather now. So he leaves the ring and leaves Andre to commemorate this moment.

Susie: Robert has helped vanquish some means tonight, but he has so many others to punish for their violations against the Mnooseville Charter.

One of those means, Gavin sits on the outside mats, looking longingly into the ring and at the gold raised aloft above Andre’s head. Chase pats Taylor on the shoulder, telling him that this isn’t over…but for now, all Gavin can concentrate on is his rage directed at Jordan.

Tabitha holds Dre up as he holds up the Evolution Title.

REPLAY

There are so many highlights from this match it’ll be hard pressed for the production truck to compress them into a short recap…but bless their hearts…they do. Gavin is shown being squished under Robert on the hood of a limo before their roles are reversed, Taylor dominating the big man via a Cubic Zirconium Cutter off the apron.

Dollar: So many moving pieces in this match culminating to Jordan’s victory.

The footage centers on the closing moments of the bout, with Robert being trapped in the Anaconda Vice, before cutting to Gavin hitting the All-Star Maker off the back of Kyle Black and into the face of Jordan. This is followed by Robert heaving Black into a jackknife powerbomb that sets up the Tide Turner. The winning move is emphasized from multiple camera angles.

Back to live footage of Andre Jordan leaning over the ropes with the Evolution Title hanging from his palm and an exhausted expression on his face. On the opposite side of the cables, Gavin and Kyle are storming backwards up the ramp, shouting at Jordan. And these aren’t the only words being exchanged, between Chase and Silverstone are also bickering with one another from the ring and from the rampway.

Dollar: Andre Jordan retains the Evolution Championship in a very hard fought victory here tonight, and we’re just getting…What? Wait….Susie, I’m being told we’re cutting to the back.

Susie: Did my pony arrive?

Quite a bit of shouting can be heard echoing through the corridors of Madison Square Garden. However, they are not screams of excitement, they are screams of terror. Stagehands clear from the path of Aerik Walker and Jackson Adams, the two exchanging right hands with one another as they brawl through the corridor.

Walker: You weasely little bitch!

Jackson: I’ll break you, Walker….

The two spiral through the corridor drilling one another with fists and chops. Eventually Adams gets caught by the throat and thrown back first into a wall. The plaster almost caves in around Jackson’s body and he threatens to spill into the room beyond it. Walker backs up and prepares to spear Adams, lunging forth just before an obstruction leaps into his path.

Marie: Hold it right there, Big-Boy.

Walker stops dead in his tracks, right before he can cut Marie Jones in half.

Walker: What are you doing Marie, get the hell out of my way….

The seven footer TRIES to make it around Marie only to be held back by Jones.

Marie: Cool your jets…time out…..

Jones pantomimes a time-out gesture.

Jackson: Let him go, Marie…let’s end this right here, right now.

Walker: Gladly.

Aerik TRIES to get at Adams AGAIN, only to have his path continue to be blocked by Jones.

Marie: I said no!

A hard slap connects with Walker’s cheek. Marie pulls back her hand just as Aerik’s eyes snap towards her…..fuming.

Marie: You need to calm down.

Jackson: Ha….you just got bitch-slapped, Son.

He’s not the only one, cause Jones spins around and slaps Jackson as hard as possible to the cheek as well.

Marie: SHUT UP!

Adams’ blood is boiling.

Marie: You two are behaving like children, and I’m SICK OF IT! You will fall in line, and you both will work together…because we are bringing Apocalypse to the IWC…understood?

Jackson: You honestly expect me to work with this big stupid beast?

Walker: I’m going to crush his throat with my hands, Marie.

Marie: You will do no such thing, Aerik….Have you forgotten who my mother is?

Walker: Of course not.

Marie: Good….Then you should know that I’m privy to certain…’secrets.’

Walker: What…what are you talking about?

Walker tries to act dismissive….but apparently after 30 years in the business, he still might need to fine tune his acting skills.

Marie: You should know….The BOTH of you should know.

Now it Jackson’s turn to ‘feign’ confusion.

Jackson: Marie….babe….you…

Marie: I told you to SHUT UP….I’m speaking and you both WILL listen. Otherwise, I might need to start flapping my gums to those who will pay me the attention I deserve….I think the fans would be very attentive if I were to talk about the skeletons in your closets.

Obviously, there are some skeletons that need to stay just where they are.

Walker: What do you want?

Marie: See, you’re still not listening to me. I’ve already said what I want. The three of us are going to reform Apocalypse.

Jackson: To hell we are….

Marie: Or else I might not be able to keep my mouth shut any longer concerning the sins of your pasts.

Walker and Jackson stare at one another, but not out of hate…it’s concern.

Marie: Think it over boys.

Jones moseys on down the hall leaving the two rivals to contemplate her black mail.

In spite of the chaos running amok through the backstage area, Mark Comeau still has a giant smile plastered on his face, mostly because he’s in the relative safety of the stands. Though in retrospect, it’s probably not the safest of locations to be surrounded by thousands of crazed New Yorkers.

Comeau: Well now…things getting fun backstage, aye? And I tell you what, their getting just as raucous out here in the crowd. Not only do we have fans from all around the world gathered for Invictus…but we’ve also got a slew of celebrities, ranging from Paulie Shore to Hurley to Malcolm McDowell, to this gentlemen….

Into the frame steps John Herd….holding a….bar stool?

Comeau: Watch out everyone, I’m having a mark out moment here, which I guess means something is about to come shooting out of one of my bodily orifices. Anyway, I’m like more excited than that time I mistook my amphetamine for my benzo, cause we’re being joined by international film legend, Jon Herd. Welcome to Invictus, Mr. Herd.

Jon Herd: Glad to be here. And everyone should rest easy because I brought along my bar stool, after I was warned by my favorite superstar, Porno Lad, that there might be a sharknado coming to Madison Square Garden tonight.

Comeau: I don’t get it.

Jon Herd: Don’t you Tom Hanks me.

Pardon us…

Jon Heard steps back and Mark Comeau follows suit when two people force their way past, towards a pair of empty seats in the front row. Those two people being Silas Mason, and Kelcey Wallace. The man in the black Stetson and dark shaded glasses barely even acknowledges the broadcaster who stares at him so mystified.

Silas: Is there trouble brewin’ here partner?

Mason FINALLY gives Mark the time of day, once he realizes that Comeau is unable to take his eyes off of him.

Comeau: Aren’t you the former SCW World Heavyweight Champion.

The question is directed to Wallace. Kelcey smiles and brushes some hair back behind her ear, but before she can answer Silas intervenes.

Silas: That’s right, check out the big brain on this swell fella.

Silas multitasks, feeding Comeau’s ego while gently forcing Kelcey down by her shoulder into the chair beside him.

Silas: That there is one of the finest young beauties in all of wrestling, Kelcey Wallace. And I’m the sharpest mind in all of wrestling, Silas Mason.

Comeau: Yeah…but um…what are the two of you doing here?

Silas: That’s an insightful question there, Bud, you come out swinging don’t ya?

Comeau: I guess so.

Silas: I think a question that bold is deserving an answer. Ya’see, Son, we’re here as spectators, nothing else. Doll-baby and I just want to enjoy the show.

Silas drops into the chair beside Kelcey and gets himself comfortable.

Comeau: Ummm, sorry, Mr. Mason….but I find it a little hard to swallow that your just here to watch….

Silas: Well fella, I imagine your use to swallowing a lot of things….imagine that’s how you got this plush job. But you can go on believin’ whatever floats your boat, Son…

Comeau: Excuse me if I’m getting my facts mixed up here…but isn’t Kelcey a good friend of Taylor Chase…?

Silas: That she is.

Comeau: And haven’t I seen you backstage having a number of closed door meetings with Chase?

Silas: Listen here now, Boy, them accusations are starting to get to my nerves. So I suggest you leave.

Comeau: Are you here to affect the World Title match tonight?

Silas: Take your leave, Boy, before Kelcey here does something you’ll regret for the rest of ya days.

An image now consumes the screen featuring the ever so intense Brittany Lohan and the ever so manipulative Alana Starr while the Invictus theme song plays in the background.

Dollar: What did we just see?

Susie: Jon Herd is here and he’s ready to slay some sharks with his bar stool.

Dollar: I was actually referring to the arrival of Silas Mason and Kelcey Wallace. There have been rumors going around for weeks that Taylor Chase was planning to employ the services of Mason to be in her corner tonight, but from what Silas is saying, he and Wallace are here to just watch the show.

Susie: Who knows what those two have planned.

Dollar: Well, at the very least we all know what’s planned next.

Susie: We’re about to see it….Johnny D.

Dollar: In a match that has been building and building and building, Alana Starr and Brittany Lohan will FINALLY get their hands on one another.

Susie: This is going to be the most brutal thing I’ve ever seen…And I just sat through From Justin to Kelly.

”While seeking revenge, dig two graves, one for yourself.”
Douglas Horton

WHAT HAS BRITTANY DONE!?!

Lohan stands over the body of Alana Starr, as she lies motionless across the concrete, her frame twitching. Suddenly time rewinds to bring us back to the scene of Lohan throwing Alana into the air with the Final Solution and ultimately spiking her down across the back of her neck on the hood of a car.

Obviously the move has shattered Alana’s neck, but has it shattered her career?

MONTHS LATER

Brittany Lohan battles in the center of the ring before a vexing view catches the corner of her eye. She turns her blue pupils to the image of Alana Starr watching her match from the crowd.

Dollar: Is that Alana Starr? What is she doing here?

The footage transitions to Alana standing backstage at a telecast of NewAge, addressing the crowd regarding her recent arrival in the IWC.

Alana: I am here for one reason and only one reason, to get my hands on Brittany Lohan.

But It’s not her hands that wrap around Lohan’s neck….it’s Brittany’s shoulder that collides with Alana’s ribs, knocking her back first into the wall with a spear.

A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green.
Francis Bacon

Dollar: WHAT HAS ALANA DONE?

An unconscious Lohan hangs from the ropes, which both her wrists are presently shackled to. The footage then rewinds and brings us to what put Lohan in such a stupor. Alana takes advantage of Brittany’s cuffed wrists in order to smash her in the head several times with a steel chair.

Dollar: Alana Starr has absolutely snapped….and it’s all because of Brittany Lohan.

Alana is dragged away from the ring and a defenseless Brittany, preventing her from doing everything she has envisioned for the Blue Eyed Devil. Cut to Alana seated on the trunk of the very car she was given the Final Solution upon.

Alana: I’m going to do something tonight that will forever haunt you, Brittany.

The parking lot is scoured by Lohan, in search of Starr, only to be jumped from behind by Alana.

Those wars are unjust which are undertaken without provocation. For only a war waged for revenge or defense can be just.
Marcus Tillius Cicero

Dollar: No Alana….

All those in Lohan’s sphere of influence find themselves targeted by Alana, who knocks Brittany’s sister Dawn down a flight of steps.

Alana: BRITTANY!

Abigail Lindsey, Brittany’s half-sister even suffers, attacked from behind by Alana, then subjected to a barrage of boots.

Cassidy Haze, Brittany’s protégé is targeted, finding her own switchblade raised to her throat, Starr threatening to cut her carotid artery if necessary.

”Evil is always devising more corrosive misery through man’s restless need to exact revenge out of his hate.”
Ralph Steadmen

Lohan catches a surprised Alana from behind on the stage, spins her around and is about to subject her to the Final Solution only to have Adam Chase save his client, dragging Alana out of harm’s way.

Cut to Lohan driving the air from Alana’s ribs with a big spear then threatening to drive her down via the Final Solution onto a car.

Revenge is barren of itself: it is the dreadful food it feeds on; its delight is murder and it’s end is despair.
Friedrich Schiller

Trinity Street watches form the ringside area as Alana and the remainder of Chase Global savagely assault Lohan in the center of the ring.

Dollar: When these two face off at Invictus, the brutality will far surpass anything we’ve seen between them.

Andre Jordan is shown TRYING to talk to Alana but getting absolutely nowhere. Eventually we see her making out with Lucas Knight, and leaving Jordan twisting in the wind.

Dollar: Alana has sacrificed everything for this match…

Brittany smashes a crowbar over the back of Jordan, causing him to drop Alana during the Rumble match leading to her elimination.

Susie: Brittany will go to any lengths to put Alana in her past.

Flash to the Blue Eyed Devil staring over a table at Alana with a contract between them.

Lohan: Nothing can remove the scars I’ve inflicted on you.

Alana: YOU will be haunted by what I do to you.

Susie: And it’s finally going to happen….these two will finally collide at Invictus…Invictus….Intvictus.

ALANA STARR VS. BRITTANY LOHAN

Born to Run by 7Lions starts over the PA system and the crowd immediately proceeds to tear Alana Starr apart…verbally….as opposed to how Lohan intends to do it. The Cartel-tron separates and from the back emerges Alana Starr, her agent, Adam Chase, and her advisor for this match, Trinity Street. A luchadore mask clings to her face, one that has a giant star stenciled upon it. She is also wearing a special robe for this evening with the words “Good Things Happen to Good People” written across the back. All the while Trinity is holding up an IPhone and filming Alana…with the footage streaming straight from her mobile device to the Cartel-trons. Alana turns towards the phone with her face magnified by the multiple big screens, stepping around the limo left on the ramp by her stable-mats during the previous match.

Alana: You documenting everything? Good. Nobody will want to forget this.

Susie: Oh goody, goody, goody…..Here we goes Johnny D.

Dollar: Big match feel here tonight as Alana Starr heads to the ring to face a Devil she has been desperate to exorcise from her life.

Susie: Get the demon into step classes, that’ll take care of it.

Dollar: EXORCISE! Not exercise.

Alana pauses beside the ring and removes her luchadore mask, extending it towards a child in the front row. Just as the kid reaches out, Adam intervenes, snapping his fingers towards the adolescent fan.

Chase: Pay up kid.

Obviously the youngster doesn’t have the money to afford this token so Alana and Chase sneer in his direction then head to the ring.

Dollar: It seemed like this match was destined to never happen. Every time that Brittany and Alana thought their paths would finally cross, some other force would disrupt their plans. But tonight….at long last, there is nothing more standing between Alana and Lohan.

Susie: This is going down tonight…and it’s going to be absolutely gruesome.

Once in the ring, Alana, Trinity and Adam are forced to wait on the arrival of Lohan….and wait…and wait….and wait. Alana paces the ring, anxiously anticipating Lohan’s entrance, but Brittany is making her stew.

Dollar: Mind games being played by Brittany Lohan.

Susie: Mind games are boring….let’s play Hungry, Hungry Hippoes.

Alana paces and paces and paces, losing her patience.

Alana: Come on Brittany…come on-come on-come on….Let’s go….LET’S GO!

I am Done Pretending

The lights in the building dim into darkness, creating quite the chilling atmosphere. Slowly sounds begin to produce from the stage….the vocals of Ben Burley.

I am done pretending
You have failed to find what’s left
I will suck you dry again
Some are not worth saving
You are such a pretty mess
I will choke the life within

Lights Out by Breaking Benjamin is heard, but not coming through the PA speakers. A torch suddenly lights up on the stage, illuminating the face of lead vocalist, Ben Burnley, who alongside the rest of his band is performing Brittany Lohan’s entrance music LIVE.

Now you want to take me down
As if I even care
I am the monster in your head
And I thought you’d learn by now
It seems you haven’t yet
I am the venom in your skin
And now your life
Is broken

After the lights go out on you
After your worthless life is through
I will remember how you scream
I can’t afford to care
I can’t afford to care

That torch that illuminates Breaking Benjamin’s faces, retracts and brings into view the holder, Brittany Lohan. Her blue eyes reflect the flames from the skull staff in her clutches, one that she holds up to reveal the crown of bones positioned on her head.

I am suffocating
You have failed to pull me in
I will drag you down again
Life is unrelenting
Feeding lies into my head
I will feed the lies you live

Now you want to take me down
As if I even care
I am the monster in your head
And I thought you’d learn by now
It seems you haven’t yet
I am the venom in your skin
And now your life
Is broken

Brittany suddeny blows on the flame on her staff and the second she does, a huge burst of fire shoots out of all four turnbuckles. Alana leaps out of her skin and Chase dives out of the ring, looking panicked by this display of pyro.

After the lights go out on you
After your worthless life is through
I will remember how you scream
I can’t afford to care
I can’t afford to care

After doing some psychological damage to her rivals, Brittany commences down the ramp, ready to inflict physical harm. Burnley and company continue to serenade the crowd as Lohan descends upon the ring, taking her dear ole time in doing so.

I can’t afford to care
After the lights go out on you
After your worthless life is through
I will remember how you scream
I can’t afford to care
I can’t afford to care

I can’t afford to care

Dollar: WOW…Talk about making an entrance.

Susie: Brittany turning up the intimidation factor to the next level.

Dollar: She’s already rented quite a bit of space in Alana’s mind…now she’s cranking it up to a whole new level. These two have walked through flames to get their hands on one another….and now the intensity of their burning hate for one another personified by the fire created by Brittany Lohan.

The time for theatricality comes to a close though when the scepter is dropped, the crown of bones removed and Lohan’s attentive Blue Eyes locked solely upon Alana.

Starr gestures for Brittany to enter, muscles tensed and fists clinched. Brittany reaches up and grabs the middle rope, pulling herself up onto the apron. The crowd has goosebumps forming as these two at last prepare to tie up and unleash the violence.

Tabitha: Wait….please wait just one second.

The crowd has a very mixed reaction to the sight of Tabitha Silverstone.

Dollar: Why?

Susie: Why not?

An urgent Silverstone races towards the ring.

Tabitha: I’m sorry to have to do this…but it needs to be done before we pass the point of no return.

Alana and Brittany glare towards the agent making her way down the ramp….

Tabitha: Alana….it’s not too late….not too late for you to do this right. You don’t need Trinity Street…you don’t need Adam Chase….If you’re going to finish this business with Brittany Lohan, all you need is someone who truly knows what the Blue Eyed Devil is capable of standing beside you here tonight at ringside. I’ve seen first-hand the lows Lohan will stoop to, which cost me one of my most prestigious clients…I’m not about to let that happen again. So Alana, give me a chance to prove to you…

Tabitha was mere inches from the ring where she would continue to no doubt delay the inevitable, before Chase rushes in and shoves her down violently.

Dollar: HEY!

Susie: Adam Chase putting Tabitha down on her ass AGAIN!

Silverstone hits the mats HARD, shaking her up significantly. A particularly tense Chase stands over her with a tense expression.

Chase: Stay out of my client’s business…she is threw with the likes of you.

Before anymore can be done, Andre Jordan comes rushing down the ramp, the Evolution Champion sending Chase running for the hills…hiding behind Trinity Street.

Dollar: Tabitha came out here TRYING to talk some sense into Alana….

Susie: That didn’t pay off too well for Silverstone.

No more delays, Alana rushes across the ring, leaves her feet and dropkicks Brittany to the back. Lohan had mistakenly taken her eyes off the match, turning them towards the chaos at ringside and exposing her spine to the boots that nail her between the shoulder blades.

Dollar: We’re underway….Alana Starr getting this match started with a big dropkick knocking Lohan to the outside.

Alana stands up and looks over the ropes at Andre, who is scooping Tabitha up into his arms.

Andre: You should listen to her Jelly-Bean.

Alana: Stop calling me that…and get the hell out of here you low-life thug!

Jordan is disheartened by this statement, head hung as he carries Tabitha up the ramp to the back where she can presumably receive medical help.

Dollar: Jordan carrying Silverstone backstage and finally leaving Alana to her own devices.

Starr now takes off across the ring, ricochets off the far ropes and then builds significant momentum behind a dive. She flies right through the ropes into a headbutt aimed at Lohan. But Brittany suddenly jumps back and causes Alana to land on her feet in front of her, albeit stooped forward with her head ending up stuck between Lohan’s legs. Brittany hooks both arms and prepares to deliver the Final Solution to a pop that rattles Madison Square Garden.

Dollar: Ohhh my God….Lohan about to deliver the Final Solution on Alana already. This match could be over in record timing.

Susie: She’s gonna snap Alana’s neck AGAIN.

The only thing that snaps is Brittany’s back. Alana pushes towards her rival, powering her spine first directly into the barricade.

Dollar: Nooo…Alana blocks it.

Starr stands up and blasts an already addled Brittany to the chest with a forearm, then connects with a back fist across Lohan’s cheek. Alana quickly rushes towards the ring, climbing up onto the apron and getting ready for something that will hurt…A LOT.

Alana waits for Brittany to work her way from the barricade then leaps off, landing on Lohan’s shoulders for a hurricaranooooo….Brittany catches Starr on her shoulders, hooking the knees and letting her dangle upside down, before swinging her side first right into the barricade.

Susie: Ah OUCH!

Dollar: Brittany driving Starr into the barricade.

Susie: This thing is getting heated and in a hurry.

Lohan allows Starr to drop to the mats only so she can hook her around the knees. She then turns her back towards the ring and drops, catapulting Alana through the air and face first into the ring post. Starr’s skull crashes into the steel, rattling her brain and inflicting significant trauma on her entire body as it goes twisting into the mats.

Trinity steps in and bends down towards Alana, checking on her condition. Street’s position is taken instant advantage of….Brittany rushing in, snatching her around the head and pulling it under her seat. The crowd unleashes a huge pop when an unsuspecting Trinity is heaved into the air and powerbombed spine first right on top of the barricade.

Susie: YOUCHIES!

Dollar: Brittany taking a proactive stance and taking Trinity out before she could interfere in this match.

A shocked Chase watches as Trinity tumbles to the mats amongst an ear drum bursting roar from the crowd.

Chase: What’s wrong with you….you…whore…

The devilish blue eyes twist towards Adam, who fearfully scurries back. Lohan is able to return focus to Alana, stepping in only to have Starr shock her, lunging into the air, catching her around the head and dropping her with a leaping reverse STO. Lohan’s face is brought down forehead first into the barricade she just powerbombed Trinity into.

Dollar: Oh LORD, ANOTHER high impact move into that barricade.

Susie: These two are going to kill each other.

Alana hit the move but she’s too shaken up to inflict further punishment. So she crawls towards the ring, pulling herself up onto the apron where she lays in wait. Lohan struggles to her feet, using the barrier just as Alana climbs backwards to the middle rope and now dives off, crashing into Brittany with a crossbody. The two spill over the barricade and into the crowd.

Dollar: A crossbody INTO THE CROWD!

Susie: This is nutters, Johnny D.

Fans stand around the two bodies that just spilled out amongst them. They slap the barricades and stomp their feet excitedly, swept up into the madness. Brittany rises ever so slowly to her feet while Alana does the same, holding her neck in anguish. A big right hand blasts Lohan to the cheek, then a forearm drills her in the temple.

The strikes send Brittany spiraling into the barrier, falling back first against it, arms dangling over the steel structure to keep her upright. Starr now grabs a chair, setting it up a few feet away from her target before racing in. She steps off the chair and launches herself into a leg lariat that connects directly with Brittany’s throat, knocking both athletes over the barrier and onto the mats.

Dollar: I don’t think we’re going to see any semblance of stability in this match…it’s been a war and will continue to be a war until nobody is left standing.

There are already several casualties in this battle, Trinity amongst them, seated against the barricade with her spine feeling like it’s in traction. Brittany is in a lot of pain herself, struggling up to her feet while Alana backs through the crowd. She now gets another running start, stepping off the chair and launching herself over the barrier into a second leg lariat. It connects but does not take Lohan off of her feet. Instead Brittany catches Starr across her chest and then throws her up and catches her. A shocked Alana lands on top of Brittany’s shoulder, as she charges Starr first into the barricade, and then into a running powerslam across the mats. A modified Oklahoma Stampede connects and leaves Alana crying out in pain.

Dollar: Sheer devastation.

Alana has no time to deal with the aftermath of that sequence culminating into the powerslam, because Lohan continues to bring the pressure. She drags Starr to her feet, heaves her into the air and military presses her through the ropes inside of the ring. Alana rolls to the center clutching at her injured anatomy while Brittany slides in herself, the official calling for the bell.

Dollar: The match OFFICIALLY getting underway.

Susie: Now that both of these psychos have gotten into the ring.

Brittany slides under the ropes herself and lays in wait. A struggling Alana gets to her feet only to almost be beheaded by the roaring double axehandle smash that Lohan unleashes to the decimation of her rival. Starr corkscrews through the air and eventually collapses to the canvas, where she is subjected to the first pinfall of this confrontation.

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But it is not a pinfall that pays off in victory. Alana gets her shoulder up and Brittany presses the advantage. She rolls to her knees, drags Starr along to her feet and unto her shoulder before charging across the ring and throwing Alana down into the snake eyes. The face of the Starr Chylde bounces back from the post, sending her staggering to the center of the ring.

Lohan turns quickly, rushes out of the corner and spins around into the roaring double axehandle only to have Starr surprisingly duck it. She takes off into the turnbuckle she just bounced off of, stepping up to the top rope then leaping off.

Brittany turns around just as Alana lunges into a twisting crossbody. She connects…but again it’s not enough to take Lohan down. Instead Brittany catches Alana, balances herself then drops back into a fallaway slam.

Alana goes corkscrewing through the air then eventually crashing into the canvas.

Dollar: Alana going for ANOTHER crossbody…

Susie: But it pays off with another slamma-slamma on Alana.

Starr rolls into the nearest corner, where she TRIES to stand up with the aid of turnbuckle. Just then Brittany comes rushing in and delivers a lariat directly to the larynx.

Alana almost goes crashing down out of the corner but Brittany stands her upright and subjects her to a devastating open hand palm strike to the chest. She then rushes to the center of the ring, spins around and comes charging and connecting with ANOTHER lariat to the throat.

Just as Alana’s windpipe begins to close, Brittany grabs her by the wrist and Irish whips her straight across the ring. Alana rushes into the corner but then steps up it to the top rope, lunging off and twisting around into a crossbody. Yet again Alana crashes into her opponent, but with the same results as last time, Brittany balancing herself and catching Starr. But instead of going for the fallaway slam, Brittany heaves Alana up and onto her shoulder, then charges into the turnbuckle.

Alana is slammed back first against the corner and then Brittany turns around, preparing to deliver a running powerslam. Another Oklahoma Stampede is about to be delivered only to have Alana slip off of Brittany’s shoulder, land behind the Devil’s back and shove her forward.

Starr goes staggering back into the turnbuckle, leaning on it for support only to find it working to her detriment. Lohan comes barreling in, delivering yet another lariat that MISSES. Alana ducks under Brittany’s broad arm and steps around behind her. Brittany spins around and Starr comes charging in for her own lariat only to be caught under the thighs and thrown over Lohan’s head.

Alana goes flying through the air, but instead of crashing into the corner, she lands on top of it. Brittany turns around to cut Alana off only to be caught around the ankle…Adam Chase reaches under the ropes and snags hold of Lohan’s ankle. The Blue Eyed Devil shrugs Adam off, but the distraction gave Alana the time she needed to spring from the rope into a crossbody that connects. Both individuals hit the canvas with Alana on top for the pin.

Dollar: Chase distracting Lohan long enough for Alana to hit that crossbody, but can it possibly be enough to put Brittany away?

The official slides into position and makes the count.

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Lohan definitively kicks out of the pin and turns over to her knees.

Alana steps in and cracks her over the back with a forearm, then drives another into the temple of her rival. It’s clear that Alana has hit the switch and is bringing the aggression.

She steps back at this point, gets a running start and leaps onto Brittany’s shoulders, going for a hurricarana. She drops into the move only to find herself dangling upside down. Lohan has caught her, has gotten to her feet and is now swinging her into the turnbuckle. But wait, Alana sits up at and catches Brittany around the neck, freeing her trapped legs and extending her feet towards the corner she was about to be crushed against. Alana pushes off and into a devastating tornado DDT, planting Brittany across the top of her head.

Dollar: Nice sequence there paying off with a tornado DDT.

Susie: These two have really been studying up on one another.

The drop on her head seemingly has Brittany out cold as Alana limps along into the turnbuckle at her side, scaling it to the top rope. She balances herself for a few moments before eventually leaping back into a moonsault. She gets tremendous air until she ultimately crashes down right on top of Brittany.

Dollar: Beautiful moonsault connecting.

Brittany’s knee is hooked with both of Alana’s arms as she goes to at last vindicate herself against the woman that has been the source of so many of her problems…the woman who cost her a huge chunk of her career….a woman who tried to take everything away from her.

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But Alana will not be the woman who pins Brittany….at least not yet….because Lohan manages to avert defeat.

Lohan kicks out and Alana makes her regret it. She rushes in and delivers a leg drop across Brittany’s neck, then leaps to her feet and into a second leg drop….This same pattern is followed, culminating in a third quick leg drop.

Alana then hurries along and into the ropes, springing off the middle cable, twisting around then nailing another leg drop.

The airway in Lohan’s throat continues to swell shut. She rolls away from Alana, who swoops in from behind, takes both of her opponent’s arms, wraps them around her neck and applies a cobra clutch variant.

Dollar: Smart move by Alana….

Susie: Is it really? Does anyone think she’s actually going to get Brittany to tap out?

Dollar: After the damage inflicted on that throat, she might actually get Lohan to pass out instead.

Brittany begins to work her way up in spite of the asphyxiation….Her face becoming a bright shade of red….then blue as her own arms are used to cut off the air supply to her brain. Eventually Lohan begins to employ her brute strength to start prying her arms away from her neck….color immediately returning to Brittany’s cheeks, but her face twisting into an expression of sheer rage.

She drops to her knees, pulls down on her arms and sends Alana flipping over her head across the canvas. Starr ends up on her feet then immediately rushes across them, diving into a shining knee that blasts the crouched Brittany directly in the face….putting even more color in the skin….black and blue.

Dollar: Alana shut down at first, but bouncing back big time.

Brittany is out cold but Alana is quickly rolling her to her stomach. She then wraps Brittany’s legs around her own while standing on the creases of her opponent’s knees. It seems that Alana has the Mexican surfboard in mind….but instead of going for that hold, she reaches down and digs her fingers directly into the nostrils of the Blue Eyed Devil. She fishhooks them, pulling back until the nose is almost ripped from Brittany’s face.

Dollar: Alana fishhooking Lohan’s face….Yeah…this is really the signs of a good person.

Susie: Consider who Alana is facing though….Brittany is a Devil….and devils don’t deserve sympathy.

A four count from referee Ingeson prompts Alana to remove her fingers from Brittany’s nostrils and now employ those fingers to deliver several slaps on the back of her rival’s head.

Alana: You think you can walk away from what you did to me? That there wouldn’t be consequences? You will be scared….scared for life!

Alana yanks back on Brittany’s hair, pulling her up to her knees then delivering a headbutt to the back of the skull. Lohan lands on her face then Alana leaps into the air with both of Brittany’s legs still locked around her own. She then stomps down on the creases of Lohan’s limbs, ramming her knees directly into the canvas.

And Starr doesn’t stop there. She then lunges into the air after the slamming of said knees and delivers a double stomp on the back of Brittany’s neck.

Dollar: These two just continuing to tear one another apart.

Susie: And it looks to me like Alana is continuing to attack the neck.

Brittany grabs at her knees and her neck, both equally aching. Eventually she rolls under the ropes and to the apron. The moment she stands up, Alana charges at her and steps off the middle cable so she can deliver a modified enzugari to the back of Brittany’s head, knocking her off the apron to the mats below.

Starr then rolls under the ropes to the apron, shouting at Brittany to get up, which is precisely what the stubborn Lohan attempts to do. The Blue Eyed Devil just reaches her feet when Alana comes charging across the apron and diving off with a knee directed at the back of her neck. However, Lohan side steps the knee, sending Alana flying right past her and into the steps.

Alana twists around and falls back first against the stairs without crashing too forcefully against them. She leans on the steel before Brittany comes rushing in and delivers a big running lariat to the throat of her nemesis. The clothesline knocks Alana over the steps and sends her crashing to the mats on the opposite side. The stairs are then employed to give Brittany a breather, leaning against them for support.

Just then a recovered Trinity Street staggers in and grabs Brittany around the neck, threatening a DDT onto the steps. But Brittany manages to use her raw strength to heave Trinity into the air while she’s still holding onto the front chancery, turn and throw her onto the barricade where she comes crashing down ribs first across the steel.

Dollar: Trinity thrown into the barricade AGAIN by Lohan and….WATCH OUT!

Suddenly Alana leaps off the steps behind Brittany, catches her around the head and pulls her down by the back of her neck into the zig-zag, slamming Lohan’s skull into the steps. Brittany’s neck ricochets from the steel which she sits absent mindedly propped against.

Susie: JESUS TAP DANCING CHRIST!

The groan from the Madison Square Garden echoes throughout the arena just like the impact of Lohan’s head and neck bouncing off the steel.

Dollar: That has to have done it…That had to have snapped Brittany’s neck.

Susie: If not, it just took years off of it.

Alana crawls into the ring, breaking the ten count of the official. She then rolls back out and takes Brittany around the neck. Lohan is dragged to her feet only to be hit with a swinging neck breaker taking her down to the mats. Alana then slides into the squared circle once more, but not to just break the official’s count, but to prevent the referee from seeing what happens to Lohan behind his back.

Brittany is just beginning to stand up when Trinity swoops in, steps over her head, grabs her waistband and heaves her up into a pulling piledriver on the mats.

Dollar: COME ON NOW!

Susie: Don’t be so righteous, Trin-Trin is justified after Brittany powerbombed her into the barricade for no reason.

Dollar: No reason? Lohan KNEW Trinity would get involved like she just did.

Lohan is dragged along to her feet by Trinity, then rolled into the ring. She gets to her elbows and knees just as Alana comes rushing in, leaping into the air, wedges her foot to the back of Brittany’s head and delivers a modified curb stomp, driving Lohan’s face down into the canvas.

Dollar: Alana is determined to break Brittany’s neck.

Susie: It would be the ultimate retribution for what Lohan did to her in GDW.

Just as Lohan flops to her back, Alana climbs into the cover…realizing that she has the biggest win of her career within her clutches.

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To the sheer amazement of the Madison Square Garden crowd, Brittany’s shoulder lunges from the canvas. She turns away from Alana, but Starr doesn’t let her get very far, taking her around the neck then flipping forward. She bridges back into the chin lock, the submission targeting Lohan’s swelling neck primarily.

Susie: I was joking before….but now it’s a real possibility..Lohan could tap right now.

Dollar: After the punishment inflicted on Lohan’s neck, it is definitely within the realm of possibilities here tonight.

Susie: Can you imagine how big that would be for Alana? It be like getting a pony covered in gl…

Dollar: DON’T EVEN!

The trauma inflicted on Lohan’s neck may have done the job…the thought of submission entering her mind for the first time in her IWC career. Instead of slapping the canvas with her palm, she slams it down into the canvas and uses it to pull herself towards the ropes.

Dollar: This is amazing…how is Brittany doing this?

Lohan gets closer and closer to salvation only to have Alana flip back out of the bridging chin-lock, apply a front chancery then stand up and spin Brittany around into a reverse neckbreaker predicament. She then drops Lohan across the back of her neck onto her elevated knee.

Dollar: A modified neckbreaker across the knee!

Susie: Followed by that neck cravass thingy.

The neck cravate is established by Alana, who stoops down in front of Brittany, twisting the head at an incredibly awkward angle. Actually awkward doesn’t even begin to describe it. The neck is so twisted it threatens to turn Lohan’s head completely upside down.

Dollar: Just look at the sickening angle Lohan’s neck is being twisted at.

Susie: Her head is about to be popped off….I wonder if candy will fall out…And if it does….I claim it!

Alana has Brittany in a very uncomfortable position, one that may elicit a submission from perhaps the toughest combatant in all of wrestling. Yet the powerhouse that is Lohan continues to hang in there, continues to weather this storm, continues to struggle. She eventually begins to rise towards her feet under the gaze of Ingelson.

Dollar: This display from Lohan is just unreal. What does it take to keep this woman down?

Lohan finally gets to her feet when Alana delivers a big knee to her gut, doubling her over. Alana then spins her around by the head into a reverse neckbreaker position.

Dollar: More trauma about to be inflicted on the….

Susie: Not yet it isn’t.

Suddenly Lohan twists around out of the neck-breaker, wedges a shoulder to Alana’s spine and heaves her up into a back drop suplex over the ropes. Said suplex fails to connect, because Alana floats over, grabs the top rope and lands on the apron. She then reaches over the cables, wraps her hands around Lohan’s chin and drops to the mats, snapping the back of Brittany’s neck off the top rope.

The whiplash sends Brittany staggering forward to the center of the ring and doubling over. Just then Alana ricochets off the ropes at her side, delivering the Starr-Crossed. The axe kick connects with the back of Brittany’s neck.

Dollar: The Starr-Crossed…it connects..it’s got Brittany down.

Susie: But is that even enough?

Alana drapes herself across Lohan’s chest, grinding her forearm against Brittany’s face in the process.

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Dollar: Brittany about to be haunted by this loss.

The hand comes down for a third slap of the canvas but becomes stricken with paralysis when Lohan’s shoulder leaps into the air.

Dollar: Good lord almighty, Brittany kicks out.

An infuriated Alana grabs Lohan around the neck and growls…yes…actually growls….as she flips over, bridging back into the chin lock once again.

Brittany instantly lifts her hand into the air, toying around with the idea of submitting.

Dollar: Alana has got that bridging chin-lock applied again…Will it do the trick?

Susie: Tricks? What tricks? Is it going to be one of those cutting someone in half tricks? Because that’s scary, and I don’t want poop in my panties.

Somehow Lohan manages to claw across the canvas instead of using her hand to tap out. The fans are solidly behind her, applauding her attempts to reach the ropes…which are so far removed. In aggravation Alana flips back, landing on her knees then transitioning into a front chancery. She pulls Brittany along to her feet and goes for another swinging neckbreaker across Starr’s elevated knee.

Suddenly Lohan swings out of the predicament though, wedges her hands to Alana’s back and shoves her off into the cables.

Alana bounces off the ropes, but twists around into a spinning back heel kick that nails Lohan in the ribs. Brittany is doubled over and Alana is taking off into the ropes at her side, ricocheting from the cables then lunging into the air with the Starr-Crossed. Her axe kick is just about to be delivered but her leg comes down on top of Lohan’s shoulder as opposed to her neck.

Brittany catches Alana on top of her shoulders and rushes across the ring, about to powerbomb Starr directly into the turnbuckle. But Alana slides down off the shoulders at the last second, wraps her arm around Brittany’s neck and extend her feet, wedging them to the top rope.

Alana then pushes off, twisting Brittany around into a tornado DDT. This time Brittany has it scouted though, trying to counter only to realize that Alana wasn’t going for a DDT at all, instead she keeps her arm wrapped about Lohan’s neck. Her legs then clamp about Brittany’s waist, establishing a body vice as well.

Dollar: Lohan trapped in a combination body vice, front chancery submission…She’s got her…she’s got her locked in it tight.

Susie: Doing even more damage on the neck.

Alana really squeezes the body and more importantly the neck of her opponent, doubling Lohan over and zapping what little energy she has left in the body of the Blue Eyed Devil. Brittany slowly lowers towards the canvas, falling to her knees with Alana really locking it in now.

Dollar: It’s just like I said earlier….Brittany might not tap, but she can faint from the pain.

Trinity and Adam slap the aprons, shouting at Brittany to submit…

Brittany doesn’t tap nor does she faint, she stands up straight. Alana is raised into the air with a worried expression on her face as Lohan turns, rushes across the ring and prepares to ram her spine first against the turnbuckle in order to break these simultaneous submissions.

Once again Alana stretches her legs, wedges feet to the top rope and blocks Brittany’s attempt. She then pushes off and sends Brittany twisting around….not into another submission….not into a tornado DDT….but into a DAZZLING counter as Lohan uses Starr’s own momentum to push her up and onto her shoulder into position for a fisherman buster.

She has Alana loaded on her shoulder and is stepping out of the turnbuckle to dump her directly upon her head.

Dollar: Brittany with a major counter.

Susie: She’s gonna crushy-crush the Starr Chylde.

It seems Lohan is on the cusp of turning the tide back in her favor but Alana maintains the advantage via digging her nails directly into the blue eyes of her rival and raking them.

Dollar: There we go again, the actions of a good person, raking the eyes.

The modified muscle buster does not connect as Lohan doubles over forward, lowering Starr down to her feet. Alana then takes off into the cables at the side of a stooped over Brittany, ricochets off and lunges into the Starr Crossed.

Dollar: It’s the…..blaaaaah!

Starr’s leg connects with the….shoulder?

Brittany stands up and catches Alana on her shoulders once again, rushing her across the ring and throwing her via a running powerbomb into the turnbuckle.

Dollar: BUCKLE-BOMB!

Lohan’s spine crashes into the corner and she ricochets off into the waiting arms of the Blue Eyed Devil. She heaves Alana into the air, turns, rushes across the ring and almost shatters Starr’s neck via the fisherman buster.

Dollar: Followed by the BUSTER!

Susie: Does the Blue Eyed Devil have her?

She might not only have the pin, but that last sequence might have taken Alana’s career. Lohan rolls into the cover.

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Neither has been taken from Alana….because she manages to get a shoulder up.

Dollar: Alana…driven by her all-consuming need for revenge, manages to kick out again!

Susie: So much drama.

The moment that Alana gets her arm up, said limb is used against her, being wrapped about her neck. Brittany stoops down behind Starr and locks in the Buffalo Sleeper.

The fans are on their feet slapping the barricades and demanding that Alana submit…

Starr will not give Brittany that satisfaction, even with her body worn past its breaking point. Brittany really gets the submission cinched in, channeling every last bit of her strength into the hold. But every last fiber of Alana’s power is summoned to wedge her feet to the canvas and then push herself into a back flip. She attempts to counter out of the Buffalo Sleeper by flipping backwards over Lohan’s shoulder, only to land directly on top of it.

Lohan catches Alana then charges her across the ring into a running powerslam. However, Alana swings herself out of the powerslam and around into a front chancery, body vice combination.

Dollar: Back into the hold….Alana’s got it locked in…She’s got Brittany trapped!

Susie: Can she actually do what no one else has accomplished? Can she make Brittany tap out?

As unbelievable a feat as it may be…Alana is on the cusp of doing just that. Lohan’s legs cut out beneath her, collapsing to her knees with Starr transitioning from the body vice and front chancery by flipping forward, pulling back on the head and reapplying the bridging chin-lock.

Dollar: A beautiful transition back into the bridging chin-lock….Just think of all the strain this is putting on the neck.

Susie: I prefer not to….I’d rather think about riding my glittery pony.

Dollar: If I have to hear about this pony one more damned time!

Brittany’s hand elevates above the canvas, fingers shaking, whole body vibrating, every muscle tensed. Her body has snapped, but not her will. Try as she may, Alana will NOT give up, even if it means the end of her career. She actually begins to struggle….crawling across the ring, hand over hand towards the ropes.

Dollar: How is this possible? How is Brittany doing this?

Alana has the same question racing through her mind, as well as a new plan of action. Once she feels her body being dragged along by Brittany, she flips over again back into a front chancery….or so that was the plan. The second she flips back Brittany suddenly stands up, breaking the front chancery, catching Alana around the head and then pulling it under her seat. She then hooks both of Starr’s arms and throws her into the air, ultimately driving her down via the Final Solution.

Dollar: WOW!

Susie: She just dropped Starr right on the back of her neck.

That she did, but she’s not able to follow it up. Lohan drops down right beside Alana, both ladies equally as spent. She clearly has the win over Starr, but Lohan just can’t get her body to cooperate, to crawl into the pin. While both ladies just lie there on the canvas, the crowd is on its feet giving this action a standing ovation.

Dollar: Brittany delivered a desperation Final Solution, but the physicality of this match has taken its toll. Both ladies incapacitated.

Susie: They should have diapers then.

Dollar: Incapacitated NOT incontinent, you walking canker sore.

The referee surveys the broken bodies strewn across the canvas, sighs, steps forward and begins a ten count.

Dollar: PLEASE tell me this isn’t how it’ll end.

Susie: What would you rather me tell you? That your mustache looks very nice tonight.

Dollar: That’s acceptable.

The cheers of the fans transform into boos as the official continues his ten count. He reaches seven before either athlete begins to stir. Both broken bodies begin to rise from the canvas, but Brittany is the quicker of the two. She struggles to her feet, staggers in and grabs Alana’s arms, hooking them in preparation for the Final Solution.

Dollar: Lohan is going to deliver it a second time.

It takes what little use Lohan has left of her muscles to throw Alana into the air and catch her….or more accurately…to be caught. Alana pushes herself up and over Brittany’s head, so that her seat is draped across the back of Lohan’s neck. She then falls to her feet, doubling Lohan over, heaving her up into the air and dumping her directly on top of her head via a spike piledriver.

Dollar: GOOD LORD! That might just give Brittany a stinger!

Susie: Piledriver destroying the neck.

Lohan crashes to the canvas beside Alana, and neither lady is moving. The fans are once again on their feet, screeching at the top of their lungs to show their appreciation for both ladies’ efforts.

Finally Alana begins to twist her body, draping an arm across Brittany’s chest.

Dollar: Is it enough? Has the piledriver ended Brittany?

Every eye is intently fixated on the hand slapping the canvas.

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And it doesn’t come down for a three, because Brittany manages to get her shoulder up.

Dollar: Amazing…absolutely amazing.

A defiant gleam inhabits Brittany’s blue eyes.

A disturbing gleam inhabits Alana’s eyes.

These eyes turn towards Adam Chase, motioning for her to do something, or more accurately to give her something. That something being….a crowbar.

Susie: Adam found a crowbar under the ring? Please tell me there’s a pony under there too.

Dollar: I’m pretty sure that crowbar was placed there BEFORE the show began.

The crowbar is slid into the ring, ending up directly at Alana’s feet. She picks it up and prepares to put it to good use, to crack Brittany right in the back of the head with it.

Dollar: Once again we’re seeing the actions of a good person here. Alana about to use a crowbar on Brittany.

A disqualification doesn’t even matter at this point, compelled by only one ambition, snapping the neck of her nemesis. She rushes at Brittany, only to have Lohan suddenly stand up and almost decapitate Starr via the Yakuza Kick.

Dollar: WHAT A KICK!

Alana goes corkscrewing through the air, and the crowbar flies out of her clutches. Eventually it finds its way into another set of hands though, Brittany bending down to grab the weapon off of the canvas.

Dollar: That crowbar about to end up in the clutches of the Devil herself.

The weapon begins to be raised from the canvas while Adam is leaping to the apron, SHOUTING at the referee to do something. The official gets up in Adams’ grill, insisting that he step off. This distraction affords Brittany the chance to put the crowbar to use. She pulls it up off of the canvas when Trinity slides into the ring in front of Lohan and then snatches her around the neck. She prepares to deliver the piledriver much like she did on the outside of the ring only to have Brittany wedge her hands to Street’s ribs and shove her back.

Trinity bounces off the cables and rushes into ANOTHER Yakuza kick.

Street goes twisting through the air and eventually crashes into the canvas amidst a loud roar from the fans.

Dollar: And now Trinity’s face caved in.

As Trinity turns inside out, Lohan turns around…turns around just as Alana lunges at her with the crowbar aimed at her neck.

Dollar: She’s gonna use the crow….nooo!

The crowbar is caught, griped tightly in Brittany’s clutches. Alana’s eyes widen and her lips tremble as Lohan yanks down on the crowbar and as a result pulls Starr down into a double underhook.

Dollar: And we’ve got the Final Solution coming again.

The crowd comes unglued as Brittany throws Alana up into the air and catches her on her shoulders. That’s when Alana counters again though, grabbing Brittany around the neck and dropping to her feet. She then forms a twisted grin before dragging Brittany’s head under her seat, hooking both arms in anticipation of delivering the Final Solution.

Dollar: Are you absolutely kidding me?

Susie: Alana is going to snap Brittany’s neck with the very same move that put her on the shelf for months.

Dollar: In this very same building.

The smile on Alana’s face transforms into a frown when she finds Brittany’s arms powering their way out of Starr’s clutches. The Final Solution is countered….Lohan freeing her arms and the back dropping Alana through the air. She is sent flying upside down and crashing directly into the now upright Trinity. Both ladies crash to the canvas amidst a LOUD uproar from the crowd.

Dollar: Alana just sent crashing into Street!

Susie: And Brittany blocking the Final Solution in the process.

Chase is flipping out on the apron as he watches all this action unfold behind the back of the very official he continues to distract. Finally some reinforcements arrive to help Brittany out….Abigail Lindsey rushing down the ramp.

Dollar: Here comes Brittany’s half-sister Lindsey.

Susie: About time someone came out to even up the odds.

Trinity has just rolled to her elbows and knees, reaching out for the crowbar when she finds her ankle picked and Abigail sliding her out of the ring. Street lands on her feet just in time to be nailed with a lariat that puts her on her back. Lindsey then turns to the ring to shout some encouraging words to Lohan…but will regret doing so when a forearm cracks her in the upper back, one swung by Cassidy Cage.

Dollar: Cage and Lindsey picking up where they left off earlier!

Cassidy wedges her hands to Lindsey’s back, shoves her forward and then pushes her face first into the steel turnbuckle post.

Dollar: Ahhh…Abigail’s face rammed into the post.

Brittany is beyond aggravated by this sight outside of the ring, turning towards Cassidy, who now has the crowbar dropped by Trinity. She holds it up towards Lohan.

Cassidy: All for you, Baby.

Brittany: Get out of here!

The expression on Cassidy’s face sours….but she has a plan…one that will not be thwarted. As Brittany rushes across the ring to take care of Chase, Cassidy slides the crowbar into the ring….but not to Brittany….instead the weapon ends up in the clutches of Alana.

Dollar: HEY! Cassidy just threw the weapon to Alana.

And Starr puts it to good use.

Brittany sends Adam scurrying from the apron before his head could be torn from his shoulders. But Adam should be the least of Lohan’s concerns, considering a crowbar is being swung right into the back of her neck.

Dollar: NOOOO!

The crowbar bashes off of Brittany’s neck and sends her ricocheting off the ropes. She bounces off, turns and finds herself scooped up into the now free arms of her rival, Alana throwing the crowbar aside. Alana scoops Brittany up and drops her across the back of her head via the Starr-Bright.

Dollar: Alana nails Brittany with the crowbar, followed by the friggin Starr-Bright!

Susie: And the stupid ref missed it all.

Ingelson finally stops shouting warnings at Chase and turns to acknowledge a brutalized Starr climbing over an unconscious Lohan. He drops into the count.

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Dollar: No Ingelson…Lohan was hit with a friggin crowbar.

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Dollar: She was hit with a crowbar!!

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Dollar: DAMMIT!

Johnny isn’t the only one infuriated. Everyone in the building reacts with unanimous outrage resulting from Alana’s victory….one that came tragically as a result of a crowbar to the back of Brittany’s head.

Dollar: Alana manages to pull it off….but does so in the most repulsive fashion imaginable.

Susie: She has slayed her demon though, Johnny D…the demon that has haunted her for ages.

An exhausted Alana rolls to her knees and has a tear streaming down her cheek as she celebrates this victory. Adam is running around ringside, leaping around spastically. Eventually he slides into the ring and wraps his arms around Alana’s neck, giving her a huge hug.

Susie: This night is just going so splendidly for Chase Global.

Dollar: They’ve managed to railroad their way to another victory tonight.

Cassidy backs up the ramp, watching without a note of emotion in her face as Alana, Adam and now Trinity celebrate over the laid out Lohan.

Chase: You did it dear…you beat your demon….

Alana: I haven’t even begun Adam.

Chase: Wha?

Instead of basking in the allure of victory, Alana scrambles towards Brittany, mounts her chest and begins to deliver right hand after right hand to her face.

Dollar: You’ve done enough Alana!

Susie: Apparently she hasn’t.

Trinity helps Alana out by putting boots to Brittany’s body. Finally Alana steps back and instructs Street to help her in another way, by standing Lohan up.

Alana: This isn’t over until I break her neck!

A defenseless Lohan is dragged down and under Alana’s seat as she hooks both of the Blue Eyed Devil’s arms.

Dollar: Alana determined to deliver the Final Solution on Lohan’s neck.

Alana is right on the cusp of putting Brittany away…permanently….only to have that ambition derailed…derailed by the interference of….Tabitha Silverstone?

Dollar: It’s SILVERSTONE!

Tabitha rolls into the ring behind a smiling Chase and gives him a huge low blow right to the testicles.

Dollar: Silverstone finally getting revenge on Chase.

Susie: She just drove those testicles right up into the throat of the super-agent.

Chase’s jaw drops as he stoops forward and cups his swollen testicles in his hands. Silverstone then stands up, grabs him by the back of the pants and the head, then charges him skull first into Trinity’s ribs. The air has been knocked out of Street’s body, which goes tumbling through the ropes along with the agent extraordinaire.

The two hit the mats and Alana hits Tabitha. A distracted Silverstone is nailed with a lariat from an inrate Alana, who abandoned the Final Solution in order to take out the agent.

Dollar: And now Alana takes out Tabitha.

Susie: She probably should have stayed in the back when Andre carried her there.

Tabitha is about to be subjected to further punishment from the ‘good person,’ only for Alana to suddenly be spun around by the shoulder. She receives a boot to the ribs and then is thrown into the air and spiked with the Final Solution by Lohan.

Dollar: Final Solution finally delivered.

Susie: This time not on the hood of a white sedan.

The crowd is expressing itself through a collective chanting of Lohan’s name. Her menacing eyes glare down towards Alana, who has rolled to the exterior of the ring clutching at the back of her neck. But then those eyes…so full of malice…so clouded with rage…turn in the direction of Tabitha Silverstone.

Dollar: This is….not going to be good.

Brittany methodically approaches the now kneeling Tabitha….everyone wondering what destructive act Lohan has in store for the agent who has so prolifically been an aggravation to her for several months. Brittany lifts her hand, not to throw a fist, but to extend a palm.

Dollar: What the fudge?

Shock…

Tabitha has to pick up her jaw from the floor before she reaches out and takes Brittany’s hand. Everyone in attendance roars when Brittany pulls Silverstone to her feet and the two come eye to eye.

Dollar: Never in a million years could anyone project what we’re seeing here tonight. Tabitha came to the aid of Brittany, then Lohan returned the favor.

Susie: You know what would make this moment all the more epic?

Dollar: I swear to God, if you say ANYTHING about a glittery pony….

Susie: I’ll shut up then,

The rousing ovation continues as Lohan and Tabitha continue to interlock hands and continue to stare tensely into each other’s faces.

The crowd is still salivating over the intense action in the ring, while cameras find Orlando Cruze in mid-pace. The suit has been shed for battle attire….on the cusp of a war to end all wars…A battle entirely too long in the making.

Christian: Distracted are we?

Orlando stops his stride, looking up from the carpet of his office, to the brow of the Rising Phoenix. Christian steps face to face with his nemesis, turned tag team partner tonight. Even as the two are about to step into the cell and depend on one another for survival, the tension in the air between them is palpable.

Orlando: Distracted?

The same brow Orlando has taken notice of, now arches.

Christian: You look a million miles away, Cruze. Don’t tell me-don’t tell me, your emoting concern for Taylor Chase? NO….I’ve got it…you’re back here pissing and moaning about that little half-pint buying 50% ownership of your company.

Orlando: Christian….

Christian: It just figures that your mind would be on your own selfish ambitions instead of focused on what’s important tonight, the single biggest match of my career. I swear to God, Orlando, if your ego, or your obsession with Taylor, causes my wife to be harmed tonight, I’ll have no trouble leaving more than just the carcasses of the Blacklist inside of that cell.

Orlando: Hmmm…seems to me that you’re the one putting your wife at risk tonight, seeing as your allowing our past to cloud your focus. My ego is behind me, and I know Taylor can take care of herself…..I don’t have to be needlessly worried about her….

Christian: I can’t let go of our past, huh? Maybe that’s because our past will never be behind us. It’s not like I can suddenly hit a switch, then forgive and forget everything you’ve put my family through.

Orlando: Hey, if I’m willing to overlook the multiple times you’ve left me lying in a pool of blood, and all the championships you screwed me out of, then you need to be a man and do the same.

Christian: You’re hardly one to lecture me about being a man, Orlando.

Rose: Boys….BOYS!

Rose intervenes and tries to be that sole source of reason. She divides the pair, wrapping her arms around Christian’s waist to calm him via her soothing embrace.

Rose: Look at you two…You virile, burly brutes about to whip them out and have a pissing contest right here in the middle of this office.

Orlando: Not happening, I just had the carpet cleaned.

Rose: But you two need to calm down and realize that this issue is bigger than the two of you. Bigger than our petty grudges, bigger than even revenge. This is about a company we have all devoted our lives to….A company that has been torn apart by the Blacklist…A company that the three of us at long last can work together to save.

Her words act as shackles on the feral rage within the Rising Phoenix and the Icon.

Rose: I know it tears each of us up to have to put aside our differences…but that’s what the occasion calls for….that’s what this match needs. So wake up….put your dicks away….and let’s end the Blacklist once and for all. Put your hands in….

Rose’s knuckles extend and Orlando tentatively bumps it. Christian displays greater reluctance, but eventually puts his knuckles against Rose’s and Orlando’s.

A graphic flashes showing Lukas Montgomery, Aaron Harrison and Mika Kozlov standing on one side, juxtaposed beside Christian and Rose Savior, as well as Orlando Cruze.

Dollar: God lord almighty, are you ready, Susie?

Susie: I was born ready…Actually, I was born with my feet coming out first and a umbilical cord wrapped around my neck.

Dollar: That would certainly explain a few things. Well, Susie, this is one of the most hotly anticipated matches of the night. As the improbable team of the Royal Family sides along Orlando Cruze, to battle the Blacklist….and it’s all going to be contested in the confines of the Hell in a Cell.

Susie: Prepare for violence….HIIIIYOOOO!

Dollar: Prepare for the end.

Orlando: Christian, Rose…the entire Savior clan…they are a cancer to this industry.

An image flashes across the screen showing a smug Orlando standing across from a battle weary Christian kneeling in the middle of the ring. All the while Orlando holds out the Evolution Title, having pulled a bait and switch on the Rising Phoenix.

After a brief burst of static, we see a grainy image of Kellen Jeffries writhing in anguish as he is set on fire by The Blacklist.

Christian: We didn’t return to the IWC, to see the place destroyed by Orlando’s ego.

An infuriated Orlando stares into the Cartel-tron, which features an image of Christian throwing the Evolution title into the ocean.

There is another static burst with the feed cutting to Dwayne Rodriquez having his throat crushed by a loading bay door at the hands of Aaron Harrison.

Orlando: The Savors are a blight on this industry….If I give them an inch, they’ll take the entire IWC and lead it down a path of ruination.

The Icon watches gleefully from ringside as Jackson Adams viciously assaults Rose Savior from behind.

More static, followed by fuzzy imagery of the Blacklist hanging Denile Partis from a make-shift noose.

Orlando: I must save the IWC from the anarchy the Royal Family has created…

There is a static interlude to Harrison putting a taser to Hurse’s eyeball.

Christian: We are here to save the IWC from the ego of Orlando Cruze.

Another pixel distortion and this time footage of the Blacklist beating down almost the entire IWC roster.

Dollar: Rose Savior has just done the unthinkable….She has just become World Heavyweight Champion.

An exhausted, bloodied Rose celebrates with the World Title in hand at the conclusion of Awakening, only to be blindsided form behind by the Blacklist. The belt falls out of Rose’s clutches as Mika Kozlov devastates her with right hands and kicks.

Dollar: What are these psychopaths doing?

Cut to Orlando holding Rose’s arms behind her back, exposing her head to a shot from a Singapore Cane. The weapon is wielded by Harrison, but does not find its way into the World Champion’s skull, instead it cracks directly against Orlando’s face. The President is laid out and Harrison is then seen absconding with the World title belt.

Harrison: I think we’ve made it pretty obvious what the Blacklist wants…we WANT Orlando Cruze.

Cruze is shown holding a palm to the hematoma on his forehead, glaring with shock at Harrison standing on the stage holding up the World Championship.

Montgomery: And we will destroy anyone it takes to get what we want.

A truly disturbing visual of what at first looks to be Taylor Chase covered in blood and tattered clothing, lies behind the backs of the Blacklist…It seems that the Trinity is sending a message to Orlando by destroying his, at the time, girlfriend. But then the footage cuts to later that night where Orlando finds the actual recipient of the Blacklist beatdown falling into his arms, revealed to be Rose Savior. He is then caught by police with a blood soaked Rose in his arms, and is removed from the building via handcuffs, falsely implicated in Savior’s assault.

Mika: We have been deprived for too long…..it’s time for us to finally get what we deserve.

A stretcher bound Rose is strapped down and pushed to the ring to defend her World Championship against Taylor Chase, despite being in no condition to fight.

Harrison: We will destroy this company if that’s what it takes.

Taylor wins the World Championship as a result of the Blacklist assault on Rose, with the Trinity watching from the stage, grinning over their handiwork.

Montgomery: We will feast upon the carrion.

Taylor Chase is shown battling Harrison for the World Heavyweight Championship while Orlando tries to get involved, only to receive a beat-down as a result.

Cut to Cruze kneeling in the middle of the ring with Taylor standing over him, kendo-stick in hand and Harrison ordering her to slam the weapon into the Icon’s face.

A static burst and a pixelated image shows Rose standing over Christian, with a kendo-stick in hand, about to bring it down over her husband’s head via order of Orlando Cruze.

Harrison: No one will deny us what we are owed.

A vengeful Rose Savior tags herself in during the fatal four way tornado tag main event several months ago and helps P Clarence Whitman III pick up a major win via knocking Montgomery out with the Black Rose.

Another static burst, cutting to an image of Orlando slamming a kendo-stick over Rose’s back, in order to lay her out in the center of the ring and leave her to the mercy of the Blacklist.

Harrison: We have a proposition….Orlando Cruze versus the Blacklist at Invictus…inside of Hell in a Cell.

Montgomery and Harrison repeatedly bash Orlando in his head with kendo-sticks while his wrists are bound behind his back. All the while Mika makes her sister, Taylor, watch the destruction of her fiancée take place…capped off with a shuffle side kick to Orlando’s temple, knocking him into an open grave.

Orlando: You want a monster….you’ll get one in the hell in a cell at Invictus.

Another clip features the shoe on the other foot, Orlando, Shaun and Taylor decimating Harrison with kendo-stick shots before sending him plummeting into a pit.

Kloe: I’ve just received word from the Board of Directors, and Orlando Cruze will not be entering the cell alone..he will have the chance to find two tag team partners to face the Blacklist at Invictus.

As the Blacklist hears this news it’s obvious that the wheels in their brain are already turning, conjuring up a plot to put the ball back in their court. We see Nathan Creed being driven into the stage via a powerbomb, Shaun Cruze spiked on his head via a piledriver into concrete, Danny Darko and Marcus Mayfield being attacked in the back…..everyone who even dares suggest they’ll team with Cruze in the cell being destroyed at the hands of the Blacklist.

Dollar: At this rate, there’s going to be nobody left to team with Cruze inside of Hell in a Cell.

Insert Christian and Rose Savior.

There is a visual of Rose nailing Mika Kozlov with the Black Rose on the outside mats, and in the center of the ring as well, costing her the Evolution Championship.

Static…followed by an image of Orlando suffering the Black Rose at the hands of the former World Heavyweight Champion during their match at Upping the Ante

Christian: You’re right, Rose….

Christian barrels down the ramp and almost cuts Lukas Montgomery in half with the spear.

Static….transitioning into a shot of Christian delivering the spear on a bloodied Orlando several years earlier during the now infamous Bluegrass Bloodbath.

Christian: We’re not going anywhere until….until…we’ve finished this.

Christian throws Harrison into the back doors of an ambulance, his head bouncing off the steel.

Christian:…we’re entering Hell in a Cell….and we’re ending this.

Aaron slams a kendo-stick over Orlando’s head…

Cruze cracks Harrison in the skull with a kendo-stick…

Rose is FORCED to bludgeon her own husband, Christian with a kendo-stick….

Rose WILLINGLY blasts Orlando in the head with the kendo-stick.…

Dollar: History will be made at Invictus, when the unfathomable team of Orlando Cruze, Christian Savior and Rose Savior battle the Blacklist.

Mika throws a fireball into Rose’s face….

Montgomery powerbombs Orlando’s best friend, Nathan Creed, neck first onto the surface of the stage….

A handcuffed Orlando nails Harrison in the jaw with a superkick….

Rose eliminates Mika from the Last Stand Rumble….

A shackled Christian and Rose Savior lie on the canvas with their bodies being subjected to kendo-stick shots from Montgomery.

Dollar: It all comes to a conclusion inside of Hell in a Cell….

The foreboding steel monstrosity is shown descending upon the ring.

Dollar: And it all comes to a head at Invictus.

Silas Mason is tossing popcorn into his mouth and obnoxiously chewing on it. Eventually he offers some to Kelcey seated beside her, but she disgustedly shakes her head,

Dollar: Silas and Kelcey still seated here at ringside, about to watch what might be the mostly highly anticipated match of the night….One that no video package could ever do justice.

Susie: Yeah, there is like so much that has gone down between all the combatants in this match that it’s impossible to cover it all via one video.

Dollar: So much raw hatred between the Blacklist, between the Icon, between the Royal Family….it’s going to create the most intense situation imaginable.

Susie: I don’t think we’ve ever had so many issue packed into one match.

Dollar: Thank goodness it’s all going to be confined inside of that Hell in a Cell.

Lights begin to flash above the ring, flickering off the mesh of the Hell in a Cell as it descends upon the squared circle.

Susie: And here it comes….can I play on it like a jungle gym?

Dollar: I don’t think you’ll want to be anywhere near that cell when this match begins, Susie.

Susie: So no jungle gym then?

The cell at last finds its place, encompassing the ring in anticipation of containing the passions of so many heated rivals. Hairs stand on end, goosebumps are forming, knots are twisting intestines as the familiar intro-track of General Manager, Frankie Paradise blares through the speakers and gets the crowd off the edges of their seats unto their feet. Though there are so many willing participants in this cell match, Frankie is NOT one of them. He starts down the ramp in his sleeveless tank-top referee shirt and inappropriate shortie shorts, looking over the crowd with a pensive stare.

Dollar: And if things didn’t promise to be twisted enough, there’s the special guest referee for this match. Frankie Paradise, the Riot! GM, who has a very sordid history with both Orlando Cruze AND the Blacklist.

Susie: And he looks like he wants no part of that cell.

Dollar: Who can blame him? I wouldn’t want to be stuck in the middle of a situation like this either.

Frankie’s lips tremble as he steps through the cell door, chest heaving with great anxiety. And that nervous tingle, coupled with the tightening of his sphincter is exacerbated by “Coming Home” by Alter Bridge filtering through the speakers. These tunes get a much different reply from the crowd, eliciting a reaction that threatens to give Madison Square Garden a sunroof. Excitement swells like a pustule about to burst as every fan attentively turns focus to the entry way and eagerly await the entrances of the Royal Family.

That anticipation doesn’t last very long, because the Cartel-tron slowly opens and the Saviors come to the stage in truly epic style. Two horses draw along a chariot rode by wrestling royalty.

Dollar: Look at this entrance for Christian and Rose Savior…..The Royal Family arriving via chariot.

Susie: They come home tonight in legendary fashion.

Dollar: Just more of the awe and the spectacle of Invictus.

The chariot is dismounted by the pair who are receiving a response befitting of two individuals with so many accolades. They interlock a set of their hands as a demonstration of unity and raise them up high before beginning down the ramp.

Dollar: Christian and Rose walked away from the business several months ago, but have returned to complete their unfinished business with the Blacklist…The very group that screwed Rose out of the World Championship.

Susie: They’ve waited so long to have their retribution.

Dollar: And tonight it all comes full circle.

The Royal Family embarks to the ring, passing another vehicle used to transport talent to the ring this evening, this one not of the horse drawn variety. Chase Global’s limo is passed as the Saviors move to within inches of the open doorway permitting entrance to the most demented structure truly twisted minds have dreamt up. Rose takes a moment to test the durability of the wall, shaking it while Christian does a little prayer before he dares to enter the cell.

Dollar: Christian and Rose know what they’re in store for…what they’re about to unleash inside of that cell.

Susie: it’s not gonna be pretty, Johnny D….not like me when I tie my hair up in pig tails.

Dollar: The violence we’re going to see in this one is going to be off the scales. And it all begins when the Saviors finally step into that cell to team with the devil they know.

Once in the ring Christian and Rose ascend diagonal corners, rising their arms up high to further rile the crowd. The fans have no trouble reaching a fevered pitch, thanks in large part to the arrival of the Icon.

You Know My Name generates an absolutely electric response from the crowd.

Dollar: Listen to the reaction…listen to the response for Orlando Cruze.

Susie: This place has just come unglued….and my bra has come unhooked.

The Icon continues to get the a pop that would make the elves on a cereal box envious. Orlando emerges on the stage where he takes a moment…okay, longer than a moment to soak it in all, to absorb the atmosphere, to relish in the spectacle of it all. Orlando throws his arms above his head, resulting in an explosion of pyrotechnics from the stage. His finger then turns to the cell, where another explosion of fireworks erupt, the word ‘Icon’ spelled out across one of the mesh walls.

Susie: How did he do that?

Dollar: One of the perks of being the boss I guess…

Susie: Orlando got his own light bright? Unfair. I’ve been petitioning for a light-bright for ages. I broke mine trying to see if it tasted like candy.

Dollar: Did it?

Susie: No….it tasted more like burning.

Orlando is about to avenge one man who was burned, literally, in Kellen Jeffries case, and a slew of others who were burned, figuratively, by the wrath of the Blacklist. The magnitude of this match becomes more than evident given the fact that Orlando Cruze is about to step inside of the Hell in a Cell with two of his most heated rivals. Cruze takes a moment to reflect on this as he pauses beyond the mesh, staring through the cage wall into the faces of Christian and Rose.

Dollar: It is going to be so intriguing to see rather these three can coexist.

Susie: If any force on this planet could unify them, it would be their hatred for the Blacklist.

Dollar: Valid point, Susie, first time for everything I guess. The Royal Family and Orlando Cruze despise the Blacklist more than any other force on the planet. The Trinity have ended careers, disfigured legends, and even tried to take the company over.

Susie: They have established total and complete anarchy.

Dollar: The Royal Family and the Icon have a chance to bring it to an end tonight….with Frankie Paradise tasked to keep a lid on all of this action.

Paradise paces behind the Saviors, employing them as a human shield against the President of the company. But when the time comes, there will be nothing that will save Frankie from the wrath of Orlando, who steps to the apron, scales the turnbuckle and raises a fist high, resulting in another explosion of pyrotechnics, shooting from all four corners of the Hell in a Cell roof. The crowd applauds and maintains their enthusiasm until ENEMY brings a crashing halt to all the fun.

Dollar: The mood has just changed.

Susie: The most infamous group in professional wrestling is about to drop it like its hot.

Hostility replaces excitement, all of which focused on the stage now occupied by all three members of the Blacklist. Mika Kozlov, Aaron Harrison and LuKas Montgomery stand side by side, unified, against the hate, against the Royal Family, and against the Icon. They stand in opposition to it all while the stacked Cartel-trons behind them begin to flash with familiar images. Black and white pictures feature the mangled faces of Nathan Creed, Dwayne Rodriquez, Kellen Jeffries and a litany of others.

Dollar: And now the Blacklist rubbing it in sort of speak.

Susie: They should really do that backstage before they come out here.

Dollar: I said rubbing it in, not rubbing one out. Anyway, before I had to reply to this idiocy, I was saying that the Blacklist is showing off their many victims to Orlando Cruze. Will the Icon, and the Royal Family become the next martyrs, or will they rise up to become the heroes the IWC needs?

Susie: The Blacklist isn’t about to let that happen….not when they can make their greatest statement at Invictus.

The Blacklist won’t be like Orlando Cruze, they don’t take even a second to absorb the atmosphere, instead they rush down the ramp to enter a structure that should be as comfortable to them as sitting in a Starbucks. But they aren’t about to ground coffee beans, they’re on the verge of grinding flesh.

Susie: Here they come Johnny D, they’re not waiting!

Dollar: No their not, the Blacklist going straight for that cell and straight after the individuals they’ve developed such a historic grudge with.

Orlando is the first man out of the ring to cut them off. He actually exits the cell through the open door, and charges right into Harrison, the two coming to blows at the bottom of the ramp.

Dollar: THIS IS IT! The match FINALLY underway, and fittingly we start with Harrison and Orlando…two men this rivalry has centered around from the very beginning.

Aaron staggers back from the blows but responds with shots of his own.

Mika and Lukas rush into the cell and go after the Royal Family. Lukas leaps up onto the apron while Mika begins to ascend into the ring as well. However, both individuals have their plots derailed when Christian drops into a baseball slide under the ropes, driving his boots into Mika’s chest and sending her spiraling into the mesh wiring. She bounces off the steel at the same time that Rose dropkicks Lukas to the chest, knocking him from the apron and sending him flying backwards into the mesh as well.

Dollar Two thirds of the Blacklist tasting the cell…

Orlando shouts towards Christian, who sneers but surprisingly complies with the Icon’s request, grabbing the cage door. Orlando then grabs a staggered Harrison by the back of the head, charges him towards the cell and Christian swings the door directly Aaron’s face.

Dollar: Make that all three.

The sound of the mesh bouncing off of Harrison’s skull echoes throughout the arena, getting a massive roar from the crowd.

Dollar: I didn’t think the match would start like this…

In a shocking display Christian grabs Montgomery by the head and drives his face against the cell wall, grinding his flesh against the mesh. At the same time Rose has hold of Mika’s head, driving it against the cage and rubbing it back and forth against the wall, tearing and ripping flesh from skull.

Dollar: It’s the Icon and the Royal Family who are victimizing the Blacklist, as opposed to it being the other way around.

The mesh is unforgiving, mutilating the faces of both Lukas and Kozlov. Meanwhile, Orlando is using his own fists to mangle Aaron’s face. One punch after another is delivered directly to Harrison’s face as he leans back fist against the cage door, employing it as a crutch. With each punch Orlando recalls every unspeakable act the Blacklist has committed against him in the long build to this brutal foray.

The Icon wants to employ more than fists to do even greater damage. He puts some distance between himself and Harrison before charging in with a big spear only to have Orlando run right into a shuffle side kick. The blow nails Cruze directly against the top of the head, staggering him back but swinging his arms to remain upright.

Before the President can take a dive, Harrison steps forward, wraps his arms around Cruze’s waist then snaps back into a release overhead belly to belly suplex. Orlando goes flying upside down and spine first right into the mesh, his hulking physique bouncing off the steel.

Susie: OOOOOH!

Dollar: And we didn’t have to wait long for things to get real violent…Real fast.

Orlando grabs at his wounded body while Aaron grabs at the cage door, popping it open then stepping inside. The demonic Harrison slams shut the door of the cell and smirks as he reaches into his pocket and removes a pair of handcuffs.

Dollar: Wait…what’s Harrison doing with these handcuffs, which have played such an instrumental role in the Blacklist’s history with Orlando Cruze?

It suddenly dawns on the fans what nefarious act is being committed by the Blacklist’s Harrison. He snaps one end of the cuffs to the wall, and the other end to the cage door.

Dollar: Has Harrison just….just cuffed the door to the cell closed?

That’s precisely what he’s done, revealed the moment Orlando gets to his feet, grabs the door and TRIES to open it, only to reveal that he’s been locked out of the cell.

Dollar: What in the Sam Hell? The Blacklist have locked Orlando out of the Hell in a Cell.

Susie: They’ve segregated the Royal Family.

Orlando is snarling mad as he shakes the door with his all his strength but cannot break it free from its hinges. His fuming eyes then stare through the mesh at the tilted head of Harrison and the almost playful expression on his face.

Harrison: What’s got a bee in your bonnet, Orlando? Why be upset, I thought you were used to sitting back and watching as the Blacklist destroys your friends and family. Tonight shouldn’t be any different. So sit back and enjoy the show.

Christian hears these words, but the distraction proves devastating, because it allows Montgomery to reach up and grab him by the waistband. Lukas yanks down on the pants and pulls Savior face’s into the mesh. His skull bounces off and he goes spiraling directly into the same brutal shuffle side kick that laid Orlando out.

Aaron puts the kick directly into Christian’s chin, dropping him.

The sight of her husband being double-teamed inspires Rose to rush to his aid only to have Mika catch her from behind. Savior spins around and cracks Mika to the jaw, but at the same time she exposes her back to Harrison and Montgomery. The two charge in from behind, take her by the head and charge her directly into the mesh wall. Rose’s face bounces off the steel, and she goes spiraling directly into a kick to the gut followed by a DDT across the mats by Kozlov.

Dollar: It’s starting to make a bit more sense to me now.

Susie: it is?

Dollar: The Blacklist have segregated the Royal Family….and Orlando can’t help them.

After laying out both Saviors, Montgomery pulls Aaron and Mika by the back of their necks into a huddle.

Montgomery: This is working out better than expected guys. First we destroy the Saviors, then we let Orlando in the cell and take our time toying with the President.

They break the huddle by slapping their palms and moving towards the laid out Christian and Rose.

Mika makes a point to skip past the door that Orlando stands on the opposite side of, winking and waving childishly in his direction.

She skips right along into a spear from Rose. The former World Champion drives Mika to her back and begins to pummel her with rights and lefts. But Montgomery and Harrison pounce on her, brutalizing Rose with forearms to the upper back. As the trio brutalizes Rose, Christian climbs up the turnbuckle behind his unsuspecting prey, getting to the very top rope. The crowd is screeching loud enough to alert the Blacklist, who look up just as Christian flies off the turnbuckle into a moonsault. He crashes down into all three terrors and surprisingly lands on his feet after bouncing from their bodies.

Dollar: Christian with a big moonsault taking out the Blacklist.

Susie: Maybe this strategy wasn’t as smart as they thought.

Orlando desperately kicks at the cage door, trying to knock it off its hinges, but maybe his presence might not even be needed. Christian stays aggressive….stay-stay-stays aggressive. He takes a struggling Harrison around the neck, applying a front chancery and setting up for an implant DDT, about to spike Aaron directly into the mats. But Mika steps in and delivers an enzugari to the back of Christian’s head, breaking his front chancery.

Lukas then steps up behind Christian, grabs him across the chest, and then throws him spine first into the wall. Somehow Savior remains on his feet while his body and face are clawed at by all three members of the Blacklist…And it’s all three members of the Blacklist who suffer as a result.

Rose has recovered, rolled into the ring and is now rushing across it before diving through the ropes into a suicide headbutt. She connects with all three Blacklist representatives, knocking them all forward into the cell. Montgomery’s, Harrison’s and Kozlov’s faces drive against the cage after Rose crashes into their backs.

Dollar: The Saviors surprisingly holding their own even against a three on two advantage.

In spite of the Saviors being in the driver’s seat, Orlando continues to try and force his way into the cell. He looks around, trying to find an opening big enough to accommodate his entrance, but finding none.

Rose quickly snatches hold of Lukas’ neck, dragging him back and turning him around into position for the Crown of Thorns. But the cutter is countered, Montgomery wedging his hands to Rose’s back and shoving her forward towards the ring. Savior uses this momentum to her advantage, sliding in under the ropes, charging across the ring, ricocheting from the far ropes and then building enough speed to dive into a second suicide head….

But nooo….Rose’s face is cracked the second it goes through the ropes, cracked with a kendo stick recovered from beneath the ring and swung by Kozlov.

Dollar: Kendo-stick straight to Rose’s face!

Susie: Why do they continue to let those weapons be placed beneath the ring?

The cane fittingly ricochets from Rose’s head and sends her rolling to the center of the ring where she’s pounced upon by Kozlov.

Mika jumps onto Savior’s back, places the cane across her throat then yanks back, strangling the life from her body.

And all of this barbarism is viewed by Paradise, who stands as far away from the action as he can. A troubled expression hangs upon his face as Kozlov shouts at him.

Mika: Are you not enjoying this, krasivyy? Get a closer view of what happens to everyone who crosses the Blacklist…and learn.

Obviously Mika is drawing reference to Frankie’s flagrant violation in the ‘truce’ he had with the Blacklist, when he definitively told Harrison to ‘suck it.’ Words Frankie wishes had never emanated from his mouth now that he finds himself trapped in the confines of the cell with the Blacklist.

He finds it difficult to watch the brutality inflicted on Rose…realizing he may soon be on the receiving end of a beat down as well.

And Rose isn’t the only Savior to suffer, because now Montgomery has dragged Christian across his knees towards the cage door Orlando is still standing beyond. Lukas pulls back Savior’s chin and begins to blast him to the forehead over and over again to the face, directly before the watching eye of a screaming Orlando.

Orlando: You just let me in there you son of a bitch…and I swear to God…

Montgomery: Easy now, Orlando, you wouldn’t want to upset us.

Lukas then swings Christian’s face directly into the mesh wall, his face bouncing from the steel. He drops to his back and rolls away from one victimizer to another. Aaron grabs Christian by the hair, pulls him up, takes him by the wrist and whips him straight into the cage wall. Christian bounces off the mesh and he goes twisting into the mats.

At the same moment Christian bounced off the steel, Rose’s spine bounced off the kendo-stick. Mika stands at the side of the former Champion and cracks her over the kidneys with the cane.

A wailing Rose reaches for her back and rolls across the ring, spilling under the ropes. She ends up landing on her knees right in front of the cage door, holding her ower back and staring with glossy eyes through the mesh into the concerned expression on Orlando’s face.

Just then Mika rushes in from behind and cracks her to the upper back with the cane AGAIN. Rose falls with her cheek wedged to the cell door and Mika standing behind her twirling the cane about her hand.

Mika: How about you Orlando, are you enjoying this? We’re once again doing your dirty work for you? Say thank you, Cruze….SAY IT!

When Orlando doesn’t, Mika is inspired to crack Rose in the upper back with the cane yet again.

Orlando’s stubbornness inspires Rose to take the cane long ways across her palms and wedge it to the back of Rose’s head. Her face is scraped against the mesh back and forth, back and forth, as if it is being subjected to a grinder.

Dollar: This is just sick….Orlando is FORCED to watch his teammates being destroyed by the Blacklist.

Susie: And there’s nothing he can do about it.

Orlando has at last seen enough of this visual. He turns and rushes up the ramp to the backstage area.

Susie: Is Cruze just leaving?

Dollar: I can’t believe it.

Mika explodes with laughter as she sees Orlando tuck tail and run away, unable to bring himself to watch what she and her family do to the Savior duo. She drags Rose away from the cell and rolls her into the ring where Harrison is lying in wait. The moment Rose gets to her knees, Harrison steps in, takes her by the ears, drags her head under his seat and then heaves her up into what appears to be the Hybrid Theory.

But just before the double modified double underhook driver can connect, Rose shifts her weight, falling with her legs across Aaron’s shoulders. She then sits up instead of dropping back into the hurricarana so she can deliver right hand after right hand after right hand directly into Aaron’s face.

Dollar: Rose has still got some fight left in her.

Rose slides off of Harrison’s shoulders, landing in front of Aaron while nailing him to the cheek with several big forearms. She then goes rushing into the ropes in order to deliver a surefire crippling blow only to have her arms caught the moment she tries to ricochet off the cables. Lukas leaps to the apron behind Savior just in time to catch her arms and pin them behind her back.

Dollar: Oh no…they’ve caught Rose….they’ve caught her.

Rose thrashes around, desperately trying to free herself from the clutches of Montgomery, but he’s too powerful, meaning she can’t free herself, or protect herself. Mika slides the kendo-stick under the ropes directly to Aaron, who picks up the weapon and delights as he prepares to drive it into Rose’s ribs. He is just about to deliver the move when Kozlov screams out to her Cowboy.

Aaron turns just as Christian enters the ring behind him and comes barreling in with a spear. But Harrison side steps it, causing his momentum to carry him along into Rose. But his wife drops down out of the way and out of Montgomery’s clutches just in time for Lukas to suffer a spear that carries him off the apron and sends both men flying into the mesh wall.

Dollar: YAAAAH!

Harrison spins around in a state of shock and looks to take his revenge for Montgomery by swinging a cane at Rose, but she manages to duck the intended blow. Aaron then spins around and finds his neck caught with the Crown of Thorns. The cutter connects, laying Harrison out but putting the fans up to their feet.

Dollar: And now the Crown of Thorns…the Crown of Thorns connecting…

Susie: Rose may have just won what turned into a handicap match! She’s vanquished the Blacklist.

Roses hooks both of Harrison’s legs, but Paradise is NOT making the count. He stands back, refusing to get invoved….not wanting to make a count and get hmself into even further hot water with the Blacklist should Harrison manage to kick out.

Dollar: You coward, Frankie.

An irrational and enraged Rose rises to her feet screaming at Paradise to make the count, but he remains on the apron, turning the ropes into a shield. It’s Rose who needs a shield though, a shield from the double underhook DDT that is delivered by Kozlov. She spins Rose around and delivers the move before the former Champion could brace herself for the impact.

Dollar: The Saviors might have had the win, but Paradise is still too intimidated by the Blacklist to make the count.

Susie: All hope now lost for…HEY LOOK!

Orlando is rushing down the ramp with a pair of bolt cutters in his hands.

Dollar: Orlando is back, and he’s bringing bolt cutters with him. He’s gonna cut his way into the Hell in a Cell.

Susie: I knew that head was so huge because it held a gigantic brain.

The fans watch with drawn breaths as Orlando extends the bolt cutters and places them to the chain that holds the cell door shut. He just begins to severe the links and get inside of the cell only to have a chair nail the bolt cutter, swung by a discombobulated Harrison stood on the opposite side of the doorway.

The bolt cutter is knocked back but Orlando won’t be deterred. He rushes around the cell and puts the cutter to the wall, managing to break one of the links. He gets no further than that though, as Harrison slams the chair into the bolt cutter once again.

Dollar: I thought this was a smart move by Orlando, but Harrison manages to find a way to thwart Orlando using those bolt cutters to get into the cell.

Cruze STILL won’t give up, his eyes turning towards the roof of the cell, where his entrance cannot possibly be blocked. So he puts the bolt cutters between his teeth and begins to scale the wall of the cell. Harrison pulls back the chair to slam into Orlando’s knuckles and knock him off of the wall only to have Christian grab the weapon out of Aaron’s hands.

Harrison spins around just as Christian rears back on the chair, about to be swung into the skull of his heated rival. But the chair is grabbed again, Mika reaching over the ropes and grabbing the chair out of Christian’s hands.

A stunned Savior spins around and spots his weapon in Mika’s hand, prompting him to leap to the apron and try to steal it back. Harrison intervenes though, grabbing Christian from behind and trying to drag him off the apron. However, Christian kicks back and drives his boot into Aaron’s face, knocking him back. Savior then turns around and leaps off the apron and onto….Montgomery?

Lukas shoves Aaron out of the way in time to catch Christian on top of his shoulders, spin him around and throw Savior into a powerbomb directly into the cell wall…the very wall Orlando was crawling the opposite side of. Christian’s back is sent into spasms and Orlando’s body is sent flying. The bolt cutters fall out of Orlando’s mouth just as he turns and plummets over the barricade and into the crowd.

Dollar: Lukas brilliantly just killed two birds with one stone…he powerbombs Christian into the cage and keeps Orlando from reaching the roof.

Susie: The Saviors continuing to suffer and Orlando continuing to try and get into that cell.

Susie was right about the last part of that sentence, but Rose corrects her on the other. Mika turns to the center of the ring with the chair in her hands just as Rose delivers a fatal superkick into the steel. The chair is driven back into Mika’s face and she is rendered completely unconscious, in perfect position for the pin.

Rose goes to capitalize on her handiwork, crawling into the lateral pinning predicament and now Frankie actually summons the courage to do the right thing….the right thing being to save his own ass. He drops from the apron and crawls under the ring, trying to hide beneath it.

Dollar: Frankie you worm!

Before Rose can protest, she finds that same chair she used moments ago, being swung down into her upper back. Montgomery slams the steel into Rose’s spinal column, sending shockwaves of pain reverberating throughout her body.

Sheer muscle spasms cause Rose to pop up onto her knees, which Montgomery takes advantage of. He swoops in over her head, takes Rose around the neck, drags her in and heaves her up into a powerbomb directly on top of the chair.

Dollar: And another powerbomb on another Savior…this one directly into the chair.

Susie: But there’s no Frankie to make the count.

Orlando continues to watch this with a horrified expression on his face…finally realizing that there is nothing he can do to get inside of the cell…That is until he spots something on the ramp that might prove more useful than bolt cutters. The Icon goes limping up the ramp while inside of the ring Harrison has hold of Christian, having dragged him into the squared circle, dragged him up to his feet and dragged his head into Lukas’ seat. Montgomery heaves Christian into the air, turns and powerbombs him down directly on top of Rose.

Dollar: And now Christian is powerbombed on top of his own wife.

Susie: The Saviors have been annihilated.

Dollar: Thus completing stage one of the Blacklist’s plans.

Actually Johnny just spoke too soon, because the Blacklist isn’t through with the Saviors just yet….not until they’ve snapped a few bones and permanently incapacitated them. So Harrison sets the chair up and now Montgomery heaves Christian into Aaron’s waiting arms.

Harrison delights in this moment….about to give Christian the Hybrid Theory onto the set up chair….About to….His attention turns from the destruction of Savior to the sounds of a horn blaring through Madison Square Garden.

Dollar: Don’t Harrison…don’t do this to Christ….where is that horn coming from?

Susie: I swear it has nothing to do with that big bowl of Brand Flakes I ate this afternoon.

The source of the blaring horn is tracked down to the limo parked on the rampway, left there during the entrance for Chase Global….And now the man seated behind the wheel isn’t some nameless chauffer, it’s Orlando Cruze.

Dollar: What is….ooooh my.

Susie: Orlando has hotwired that limo.

Dollar: And I think we both know what he’s going to do with it.

The limo engine begins to rev up and gets the crowd beyond hyped. Aaron drops Christian, turning his focus to the entry way, while Montgomery and a kneeling Mika do the same. All three shake their heads, but it doesn’t change what’s about to happen. The limo comes speeding full force down the entry way and plows right through the cell wall.

Dollar: HOLY JESUS! Orlando just crashed the limo through the cell!

Susie: He’s finally in there with the Blacklist.

The crowd is blown away, rendered speechless by what they just witnessed. And they get even more fired up when the door to the limo opens and Orlando comes climbing out.

Susie: This is….this is…this is….

Dollar: Yeees?

Susie: CRAY-CRAY!!

The moment Orlando exits the limo, Lukas is leaping off the apron to catch him with a double axehandle. But Cruze manages instead to catch him with a big right hand to the jaw, dropping Lukas to the mats.

The Icon then steps up onto the apron just as Harrison picks up the steel chair and comes charging across the ring, swinging the steel into Orlando’s….no Cruze ducks down and drives his shoulder through the ropes into Aaron’s ribs. Harrison drops the chair, while Orlando ascends to his feet, reaches over the ropes, takes Aaron about the neck then heaves him into a suplex to the outside of the ring..but not just to the outside, but into a slam onto the hood of the limo.

Dollar: Harrison suplexed onto the hood of the limo!

A fired up and fresh Orlando slides through the ropes just as Mika comes rushing towards him and leaping into a forearm. But Cruze manages to catch his inbound predator, heaving her up into a gorilla press then throwing her over the ropes into an unintentional splash on top of Harrison.

Dollar: Now Mika launched into the hood of the limo and onto Harrison in the process.

Orlando is getting the fans really riled up, only to leave them crestfallen, when he turns into a big running boot to the jaw. Montgomery’s foot cracks against Orlando’s chin, knocking him down to the canvas.

Lukas then steps past the laid out Cruze and starts towards the corner, scaling it in anticipation of delivering a big, career shortening..nay ending…dive. He gets his feet beneath him on the top rope but suddenly finds his arms being the focal point….the focal point of the Saviors.

Christian and Rose have climbed to the middle ropes from the inside and outside of the ring, simultaneously hooking both of Lukas’ arms. Before he can react he’s thrown into a double hip toss off the top rope and onto the bodies of both Harrison and Kozlov draped across the hood of the limo.

Dollar: Lukas crashing into his teammates.

Susie: The family that destroys together, gets annihilated together. Tehehehehe….I’m so clever. I should write for SNL.

Dollar: Nobody should have to write for SNL.

All three bodies slide off the hood of the limo with Mika crawling through the huge aperture the vehicle opened in the cell wall. Aaron climbs absent of thought from the hood of the limo onto the apron just as Orlando slides through the ropes and stands at his side. He lifts Aaron up to his feet, hooks his arm and then throws him from the apron into a hip toss that sends Harrison flipping upside down and crashing into the windshield of the limo. It cracks all around his body, glass tearing into his flesh.

Montgomery crawls away from the vehicle that has caused the Blacklist so much misfortunate. Christian is about to employ it to do even more damage. He grabs Lukas around the neck, compels him to his feet and whips him as hard as he can into the door of the limo. Montgomery crashes into the vehicle, putting a huge dent in its surface.

As this chaos consumes the interior of the cell, action takes place outside of it as well, with Rose crawling under the limo, through the hole in the side of cage, and going after Mika.

Kozlov just stands up outside of the cell, looking relieved to have a breather when a set of hands reach out from under the car, grab Mika’s ankles and lift them into the air. Rose crawls out from under the limo, grabbing both of Mika’s legs as she thrashes around. Both of her knees are hooked and Rose now giant swings the side of Kozlov’s head into the bumper of the limo. She then turns the opposite side, swinging the opposite side of Mika’s head into the mesh wall of the cell. The giant swing it performed again, throwing Kozlov’s face back into the bumper.

Dollar: Orlando has rallied the Saviors, and now they are just destroying the Blacklist.

Susie: Salvation at last for the IWC.

Lukas desperately drags himself up with the use of the side rearview mirror, leaning against the door of the limo he just got driven into. Christian is sizing him up for the ultimate act of destruction, the Bloodline Spear. He stands and crouches, stands and crouches, stands and crouches, signaling for the spear and getting the fans to chant just that. He then takes off across the mats to a huge ovation and dives into the spear, that connects….with the window of the limo. Montgomery side steps Christian and throws him face first THROUGH the window. Glass disperses through the air and embeds itself into Savior’s face.

Dollar: Christian’s face into the glass!

Susie: SICK!

Christian leans through the broken window, his legs buckling under him as his head supported by the jagged glass shards propping up his chin.

Harrison manages to crawl away from the windshield that did so much damage to him. He spots Olando now crouching in the center of the ring, hands on his knees, and head playfully titled to the side.

Orlando: What’s wrong, Aaron? I thought you got off on pain….on suffrage. Isn’t this what you wanted? Aren’t you enjoying yourself.

Aaron crawls into the ring, rising to his knees with a smile forming on his face.

Harrison: You have no idea.

Well he isn’t about to be enjoying himself when he feels the splitting migraine created by the steel chair that Orlando swings right into his skull. The sickening thud echoes throughout the arena, leaving an indentation of Aaron’s face in the steel. Orlando then throws aside the chair and approaches something else, the kendo-stick.

Dollar: Oh no….not the kendo-stick…So much history with that weapon.

Susie: it’s about to create even more.

Cruze steps in and swings the cane with such force that it cracks the weapon right down the center and splits Aaron’s face wide open.

Dollar: What a shot!

Susie: Aaron has to be concussed from that blow.

Not only is he concussed but he’s bleeding profusely. Buckets of bodily fluid are gushing from a huge laceration opened in his forehead.

Dollar: And Aaron has been busted wide open.

Speaking of busted objects, the cracked windshield is presently being torn off the limo by Montgomery. He then slides it under the ropes and into the ring.

Dollar: What is Lukas doing with that windshield?

Before that question can be answered, focus shifts to the outside of the ring where Rose has hold of Mika’s neck, dragging her up to her feet and presumably setting for the Crown of Thorns. She turns to drive her down into the mats only to have Mika spin around, countering into position for the diamond cutter of her own.

Suddenly Rose wedges her hands to Mika’s spine though and then shoves her forward at the trunk of the limo. She lunges unto it though then grabs the cell wall, employing it to begin climbing towards the roof.

Dollar: Mika’s going up top.

Susie: Ohhh SHAT.

Dollar: And now Rose is following.

The fans watch excitedly as Rose climbs up the cell after Mika, who is trying to kick down at her hands and knock her back. Savior isn’t about to let that happen though, nothing keeping her from getting her hands on the dangerous Russian beauty.

Inside of the cell Orlando has the broken handle of the cane in his hand, digging the sharpened edge against Aaron’s gash. He grinds the makeshift shiv into Harrison’s face, twisting and twisting and twisting until the wound is increased in size and even more blood comes spurting out.

A big elbow to the upper back shuts Orlando down…Montgomery managing to spin Cruze around, place him in a front chancery and snap back into a suplex. But not just any suplex, a suplex onto the detached windshield that Montgomery brought along into the ring.

Dollar: Ah no! Orlando just suplexed onto that windshield.

Cruze’s whole body tenses as he sits up, revealing multiple contusions across his back. The windshield is still not entirely fractured however, prompting Montgomery to push Orlando off and grab hold of the glass. He lifts it up and places it vertically against the turnbuckle. He then grabs one of Orlando’s wrists, while a blood soaked Harrison takes the other. Both men lead Orlando up to his feet and then charge him across the ring and throw him with all of their combined strength straight into the glass and through it. Shards go flying everywhere and the fans emote, with a smattering of holy shit chants.

Dollar: Orlando now driven right through the windshield.

Susie: And somebody might be driven through the top of the cell too, Johnny D.

Mika has made it up onto the cell roof while Rose throws her arms over the edge, trying to climb up on top. She gets about half way up when Mika rushes in and delivers a big kick to her face. The shot causes Rose to lean back, one of her arms swinging at her side.

Dollar: Rose is going to fall from the top….She’s gonna fall from the top!

Susie: I can’t watch, but I will anyway.

Rose holds onto the roof of the cell with one hand, the other still swinging out to her side. A horrified audience watches, wondering if she shall take that career ending plunge. Somehow she holds on though, keeping from collapsing to the mats. So Mika does what she does best, improvise. She grabs Rose by the ears, pulls her up onto the roof of the cell and then heaves her into a pulling piledriver. The top of Rose’s head smashes into the mesh roof and she goes crashing down beside Kozlov.

Dollar: A piledriver onto the roof of the cell.

Susie: So much violence.

Dollar: And we knew there would be.

Aaron grabs Orlando around the chin and the top of the head, dragging him to the center of the ring while shouting into his ear.

Harrison: You’re right, Cruze. This is exactly what I wanted..

Orlando is flung down to the canvas and now the President is subjected to the No More Words submission hold. Harrison wraps up the legs and bridges back into the submission. The hold mutilates the Icon, who lifts his hand into the air, already threatening to tap out. Lukas watches this whole time, smiling sadistically.

Dollar: Is Orlando going to submit, is he going to tap out and give in to the Blacklist.

In spite of the trauma inflicted on his body Orlando does not give up, he hangs in there, digging down deep to persevere and presumably save his federation.

Harrison: Give up Orlando, this is the end….

Montgomery: YOUR END…

Harrison: And the ascension of the Blacklist.

The pain is bad enough, but the psychological scars being inflicted are even worse, prompting Orlando to tap out….or so it would seem. Cruze extends his palm and swings towards the ring only to stop mere centimeters removed from the canvas. He hangs in there……hangs in there just long for a bloodied Christian to enter the ring, snatch up the chair and swing it down into Harrison’s ribs, breaking his bridge.

The submission is broken and the New Breed rolls away from the Icon holding his battered abdominal muscles. Christian then swings the chair at Montgomery, but Lukas is able to duck his head and drive it directly into Savior’s ribs, doubling him over. Lukas then steps back and delivers a big running knee straight to the gash in Christian’s forehead, compelling more blood to come oozing through the wound.

Savior collapses to his back, still holding the chair while Montgomery turns his focus to another back, that of Orlando.

The battle weary Icon is getting to his feet, albeit slowly, wear and tear taking its toll on his body. As Orlando rises, Lukas swings his arm out to his side and then pretends like he’s cocking a shotgun, pulling down on his wrist as he sets up for the Quieter.

Dollar: Watch out Orlando…watch out.

The crowd TRIES to warn Orlando, but it is to no avail. Montgomery spins around into the roaring elbow directed at the back of the head only to have the Icon drop out of position. The arm goes flying past his head and cracking a steel chair swung by Savior.

The forearm is presumably shattered upon impact with the steel, falling limply to Montgomery’s side.

Dollar: Savior slamming the chair into Montgomery’s arm!

Susie: That’s how you block the Quieter.

Montgomery twists away from Christian, who sets up the chair and then waits for Montgomery to turn around. He spins right into the waiting arm of Savior, who places him in a front chancery. The blood smeared Savior TRIES to heave Montgomery up and into a suplex but cannot muster the strength to do it….fatigue taking a heavy toll upon him.

But just then Orlando steps in and applies his own front chancery on Lukas. To the shock and awe of the crowd both Christian AND Orlando stare over Lukas’ shoulders with distrust into one another’s eyes. They then snap over and deliver a double suplex that puts Lukas’ back through the set-up chair.

Dollar: Christian and Orlando working as a….as a….as a team!

Susie: Did you ever….in a million….billion…trillion…gagillion years think you’d see that?

Dollar: Not after their history together

The improbable unfolds inside of the cell, and the unthinkable takes place on top of it. Mika has Rose laid out on the mesh roof and then leaps into the air, delivering a leg drop across the back of Savior’s face, driving it down into the steel. Mika then stands up, wedging her foot to the back of Rose’s head, pushing her face forcefully against the mesh. The legs of the former World Champion thrash as she tries to push her face away from the cell.

A handful of Rose’s hair is employed to drag her up to her feet and pull her towards the edge of the cell.

Susie: Prepare to have your lap covered in vomit, Johnny D.

Dollar: This is gonna be disgusting, Rose is going to be thrown from the roof of that cell.

Susie: This is going to end her career!

A smile forms on Mika’s face, rejoicing over what she is about to do to the Queen of Thorns. She charges Rose towards the edge of the cell with the crowd unleashing a harrowing squeal. Mika then pushes her off…but wait…Savior slipped out of her clutches at the last second. Kozlov spins around in shock and finds herself even more surprised, when she’s caught around the neck and driven face first into the roof of the cell via the Crown of Thorns.

Dollar: The cutter on top of the cell!

Susie: Mika’s face slammed into the steel.

Down below Orlando and Christian are just getting to their feet when Aaron steps in and delivers the shuffle side kick to the temple of the Icon.

The shot sends Orlando flying through the ropes and crashing with a thud onto the hood of the limo. Aaron acts quickly, taking Christian around the neck, hoisting him up into a suplex position then delivering the brainbuster on top of the chair. Christian’s head bounces off of the steel and he goes twisting under the ropes, landing on the hood of the limo as well.

Aaron slides to the outside, but instead of going after his opponents, he opens the driver’s side door of the limo and slips behind the wheel.

Dollar: This can’t be good. What is Harrison going to do behind the wheel of that car?

Susie: Change lanes without signaling?

The limo starts up and begins to back up, the broken links of the wall scratching across the roof and the sides of the vehicle. Christian and Orlando roll off of the hood and tumble to the mats, they end up in front of the limo….and now it becomes clear what Harrison has in mind.

Dollar: No-no-no…Harrison is….he’s gonna run them down with the car.

Orlando just begins to stand up when Montgomery reaches through the ropes, takes him around the neck and pulls back on the jaw. He traps both of Orlando’s arms out to his sides, holding him in place against the apron.

Dollar: And Orlando is held in place by Montgomery…there’s nowhere for him to go.

Susie: The Blacklist is going to assassinate our President.

The whole building is screeching, pleading with Harrison not to do this…but there no line Aaron will not cross. He revs up the engine and prepares to crush the Icon.

Dollar: This is not happening, somebody stop this…somebody please stop this!

And someone does stop it…that someone shockingly being the special guest referee, Frankie Paradise. He rolls from beneath the ring and jumps in between Orlando and the limo.

Dollar: What is Frankie doing?

Susie: It looks like he’s finally grown a sack Johnny D.

Aaron sticks his head out of the busted window shouting at Paradise….but Frankie won’t budge.

Frankie: Enough is enough, Aaron.

Harrison: Get out of the way, Franklin! Have you forgotten what this man has done to you? What he stole from you?

Frankie: I may think Orlando sucks worse than a case of the clap, but I’m not gonna let you do this. You’re crossing the line, Harrison. You’re taking this too far.

Harrison: I haven’t taken it far enough.

Lukas suddenly grabs Frankie by the jaw, pulling him back against the apron right beside Orlando, holding both men in place.

Harrison: Fine….If you insist, Frankie, you can go down right alongside your precious President.

Paradise thrashes about trying to free himself, trapped in position to be crushed by the limo right alongside the Icon.

Dollar: Frankie picked a bad time to develop a spine.

The roar of the crowd reaches its crescendo as Harrison is just about to pull forward and drive the car into the bodies of the President and the General Manager. Rose spots this from the roof of the cell, beginning to climb down and save the President. She only gets down a step or two before she spots her husband intervening in this attempted drive by. Christian leaps up onto the hood the car and begins to throw punches through the missing windshield into the busted face of Harrison.

Dollar: But Christian is cutting off Harrison before he could commit vehicular manslaughter!

The Rising Phoenix takes Aaron around the head and begins to drag him through the detached windshield unto the hood of the limo. He continues to subject him to punch after punch to the gash in Harrison’s face. Meanwhile Orlando has reached back, taken Montgomery around the neck and pulls him down through the ropes onto mats. Lukas lands on his feet with Orlando taking him by the back of the head, charging him at the mesh wall and slamming his face off the cell.

Christian now takes Aaron by the back of his head as well and uses this grip to throw Harrison off the hood of the limo, sending his face plummeting into the steel steps. Aaron’s bloodied face snaps back and he goes staggering in reverse. He turns just as Orlando sends Montgomery charging into him. Lukas’ shoulder rams against Harrison’s ribs, knocking both men backwards into the steps.

Dollar: The Icon and the Rising Phoenix working so well as a team now.

Lukas’ shoulder bounces off of Aaron’s ribs, and he goes twisting towards Christian, who almost splits him in two via the Bloodline Spear.

Dollar: The spear delivered on Montgomery.

Aaron staggers forward away from the stairs when Orlando steps in and cracks him directly under the jaw via the superkick.

Dollar: Two thirds of the Blacklist taken out by Christian and Orlando…They’ve got these two reeling.

One of the ringside photographers gets dangerously close to the action, snapping a few shots of the downtrodden Aaron and Lukas only to be shoved aside by the Rising Phoenix. Christian gets his hands on Montgomery, dragging him along to his feet and peppering his face with right hand after right hand. Eventually Montgomery ends up in the ring, struggling up to his feet just as Christian takes off across the ring, leaps into the air and goes for the code breaker. The Original Sin…does NOT connect.

Lukas pushes Christian off and sends him spiraling through the air. A blooded Savior lands on his feet with his back exposed to Montgomery, who takes instant advantage by spinning around into the roaring elbow..unleashing great pain….on himself. Because Christian leaps into the air, catches Montgomery around the neck and drops him via the Original Sin. The code breaker connects, causing Lukas to stand up, back absent mindedly into the waiting clutches of Cruze, who then delivers the Eye of the Hurricane. He nails Nathan Creed’s finishing move then hooks the leg.

Dollar: We saw Orlando do this on the last Riot, he just employed Nathan’s finisher on Lukas….This is absolution.

It takes quite a bit of pride swallowing but Frankie slides into the ring and makes the count.

Dollar: And Paradise doing the right thing.

The official slaps the canvas with every fan standing upright, counting loudly.

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Dollar: Orlando and the Royal Family have saved the IW….

The deafening roar only gets louder when Montgomery’s shoulder launches from the canvas a second before the three count.

Dollar: But Montgomery kicks out!

Susie: And this war continues.

Rose is still precariously starting to climb down the cell wall, yet remains high above the mats and the limo parked down below.

That same photographer who got a close up of the action moments ago, gets within inches of the ring, snapping shots of Lukas’ anguished face. Attention should be on Harrison though, who slides into the ring and is now brandishing that same steel fork he’s used to inflict harm on so many others. Orlando stands up, having no idea what’s in store for him until it’s too late. Aaron rushes across the ring on the cusp of stabbing the Icon in the face only to be cut in half via ANOTHER spear.

Christian SAVES Orlando yet again, driving Harrison down to the canvas and sending the fork flying from his clutches.

Dollar: I don’t believe this….Christian truly having Orlando’s back tonight!

Susie: Harrison is gonna be coughing up a lung after that spear.

The crowd is going absolutely nuts, but are now about to unleash an even greater reaction. Rose delicately balances herself on the wall of the cell, climbing down sluggishly and slowly when suddenly Mika rushes across the roof and delivers a straight punt directly to the face of the Queen of Thorns. As a result Rose loses her grip on the wall and she goes tumbling down from a great height before crashing down onto the roof of the limo.

Dollar: AAAHHHHH!

Susie: Rose just went splat!

Dollar: This didn’t just….no way this just…how could that have happened?

The roof bends and buckles around Rose’s body as she now lies motionless on top of the limo. All those in attendance cut lose with a piercing holy shit chant.

Dollar: Words cannot even begin to describe what we just witnessed. Rose crashing into the limo roof from almost the top of the Hell in a Cell!

Susie: That was….I’ll just let the crowd handle this.

The fans crammed into Madison Square Garden continue with their chant of ‘holy shit.’ This reaction gets the attention of Orlando, who turns to acknowledge the broken body of Rose, his expression gravely changing. His lips now snarl and his face becomes clouded with rage, prompting him to grab Lukas’ legs, step through and roll him to his stomach, applying the sharpshooter.

Dollar: Orlando fired up by the visual of what just happened to Rose Savior, and now he’s got one of his most potent submissions locked in tight on Montgomery.

Susie: And there’s nowhere for Lukas to go but to tap out.

Upon seeing the destruction of his wife, Christian has the same reaction as Orlando, driving into a homicidal rage. He places Harrison in a side headlock and begins to punch him over and over and over again in the lacerated forehead. So much blood is gushing from the wound that it absolutely masks Aaron’s face in crimson.

Dollar: It seems that what just happened to Rose has actually inspired Orlando and Christian.

Mika leans over the edge of the cell roof, taking out her IPhone and recording Rose, who lies in a crater upon the roof of the limo.

Orlando leans back into the sharpshooter at this point while Christian traps Harrison in a version of the crippler crossface, rolling Aaron to his chest and pulling back on the chin until the neck threatens to snap.

Dollar: And now Christian driven to break Harrison’s neck.

Susie: Who is going to tap first? Will it be Montgomery, or Harrison?

The sharpshooter and the crossface inflict tremendous punishment on both Blacklist members, who pay penance for all they’ve done to the IWC roster. Their hands rise into the air, about to do the unthinkable, simultaneously submit.

Susie: We are finally about to have salvation for the IWC….

This transcendental moment is captured by crazed fans, excited commentators, eager wrestlers in the lockeroom, and cameras everywhere, included the one in the middle of the squared circle. Oddly enough that ringside photographer is now inches removed from Orlando.

The President barely even acknowledges him, too preoccupied with the sharpshooter to notice this intrusive member of the ring crew. But he is FORCED to take notice when the camera-man removes a taser from his pocket and places it directly against Orlando’s cheek.

Dollar: Hey….HEEEEY!

Susie: That camera-man…he’s….he’s electrocuting Orlando!

Dollar: What in the “F” is going on here!?!

The barbs of the taser continue to send shockwaves of electrical current shooting through Orlando’s body, leaving him to do nothing more than twitch and convulse. Eventually the President spills to the canvas at the feet of not just any camera-man. This member of the ringside crew steps over Cruze removing his cap as well as a fake goatee, revealing his identity as Spencer Klein…

Susie: Who in the hell is that!?!

Dollar: That’s…that’s…Spencer Klein!

Susie: WHO!?!

Little emotion is exhibited by Klein, who tosses aside the taser and backs across the ring.

Dollar: What has this man just done?

Susie: He’s taken out Orlando, that’s what.

After electrocuting Cruze, this emotionally detached figure vacates the ring and exits the cell through the huge hole opened in the wall. He looks up to the roof that Mika is peeking over, the two winking in one another’s directions.

Dollar: Is that the ‘HE’ Mika has been referring to?

The fans are left to speculate, but Christian isn’t in search of answers, he just wants the submission on Harrison.

An addled Lukas staggers in to keep that from happening though, delivering a swift boot to the back of Christian’s head. The blow causes Savior to break the crossface and roll over to his stomach, where he’s being grabbed around the neck and pulled into a powerbomb predicament.

Montgomery heaves Christian up into the air and turns, about to powerbomb him directly on top of the steel chair.

Dollar: Here comes another powerbomb by Montgomery.

Susie: Just think of all the people he’s crippled with this move.

Montgomery is about to debilitate yet another only to find Savior pushing himself over Lukas’ head and sliding down his back. He catches the Blacklist member around the waist and pulls him over into the sunset flip. Savior stands up and bends down into the creases of Lukas’ knees, pushing down with as much pressure as possible with this pin. A stunned Paradise, still lamenting over what happened to Cruze, slides into position and makes the count.

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It seems that Christian has stolen one only for that dream to be crushed….crushed by Harrison….or more accurately, the kendo-stick he fetched from beneath the ring. He slams the weapon viciously into the back of Savior’s skull.

Dollar: Damn! Harrison with the dreaded kendo-stick!

Savior stoops over after being slammed in the back of the skull with this weapon. Aaron then steps in and hooks both of a hunched forward Christian’s arms. He heaves him up, steps to the center of the ring and delivers the Hybrid Theory, driving Savior into the steel chair.

Dollar: Hybrid Theory connecting!

Susie: Into that chair too!

The back of the Rising Phoenix’s head bounces off of the chair, and he goes rolling to his knees, whole body feeling numb. Not for long though, as he feels a tremendous amount of trauma inflicted on the back of his head via the Quieter. Lukas’ forearm nails Christian to the back of the neck, knocking him flat on his face.

Dollar: And then the Quieter!

Christian collapses to his face and is pushed over to his back, Lukas hooking both of his legs. At first Frankie doesn’t want to make the count but eventually he has no option when Harrison grabs him by the shirt and throws him down to the canvas. He then steps over Paradise’s back and yanks up on the jaw. That incredibly dangerous fork has found its way into Harrison’s hand and is about to be employed to Frankie’s disfigurement.

Harrison: Make the count Franklin, or God help me….

An intimidated Paradise lifts his palm and slaps the canvas.

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The Madison Square Garden has a very dejected response as Harrison throws Paradise down flat on his face in order to celebrate this victory. Montgomery sits up and tries to put his arms into the air to bask in the allure of this win, but can’t even manage to do that, body too crippled.

Dollar: I don’t believe this….The Blacklist have managed to do it again.

Susie: Another win for the Trinity.

The fickle fans watch as Harrison helps Montgomery up to his feet, the two almost falling over one another as they attempt to celebrate. Unfortunately for them, their bodies are in just too poor of shape to handle a celebration.

Orlando regains some of his consciousness, looking up through half opened foggy eyes to observe the men standing in triumph above him.

Dollar: Orlando and the Royal Family, they gave the Blacklist everything they had tonight and then some.

Susie: But it just wasn’t enough, Johnny D….not in the end.

REPLAY

The many highs and lows of this emotional Hell in a Cell match are covered, ranging from Orlando being barred from the cell by the Blacklist, to using the limo to come crashing inside.

Dollar: It was definitely one of the wildest matches we’ve ever seen, Susie….With Orlando employing a limo to bust his way into the cell.

Susie: Which ended up playing a major role once that vehicle got introduced.

We relive Harrison being hip tossed into the windshield of the limo, Christian accidentally spearing the window and driving his head through the glass, and Rose being knocked almost off the roof of the cell and through the roof of the car.

Dollar: Rose Savior, who was the glue holding her team together was tossed through the roof of that limo…

Susie: In the biggest holy snikies moment of the year.

Dollar: Which caused the Royal Family and Orlando to drop their guard long enough for Spencer Klein to interfere.

Susie: Who in the blue blazes is Spencer Klein…who I ask….WHO?

Dollar: No time to hold your hand and explain things, Susie.

Klein is shown disguising himself as a camera-man in order to tase Orlando, which took him out of the equation, meaning there was nobody left to prevent the final sequence of moves that befell Christian Savior. The kendo-stick shot sets Christian up for the Hybrid Theory onto a chair, which led to the Quieter and the win for the Blacklist.

The Blacklist look anything like winners though, having survived one of the most physical matches of their career. As thus Lukas and Harrison have to employ one another as crutches to reach their feet as they go stumbling along into the ropes, falling through them and collapsing to the mats. Mika remains on her knees on the roof of the cell, recording everything via her IPhone.

Dollar: Bodies strewn everywhere after what was perhaps the most intense match any of us have ever witnessed.

Susie: These two teams absolutely destroyed each other.

Dollar: What a war inside of the cell…what an Invictus this has been.

Cameras cut to a helicopter floating over top of Madison Square Garden, giving an aerial view of the sold out arena.

Dollar: And it was matches just like the Hell in a Cell encounter we just witnessed that has Madison Square Garden filled to capacity here tonight.

Susie: Gosh howdy, that was exhilarating.

Dollar: It’s been an exhilarating night on the whole, Susie….All the spectacle and awe that was promised, has definitely been delivered.

Susie: I’m already looking forward to our next Invictus.

Dollar: Which we have a huge announcement regarding right now.

Chorus: Ooooo Canada.

We hear the Canadian National Anthem blaring in the background. Bodies crossing the Bloor Viaduct are shown…before we cut to a visual of P Clarence Whitman III tipping a glass full of scotch towards the crowd.

Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise

The CN Tower threatens to pierce the sky and so does the World Championship as it raised above the head of a celebrating Taylor Chase. Brittany Lohan is then shown delivering the Final Solution before transitioning into a shot of Cassidy Cage skipping around the ring.

The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,

We see the silhouette of Knox College in the background, before the forefront is occupied by Legion and the Black Crusade standing on the stage. Then there’s the visual of Porno Lad holding a megaphone..

O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

The Palace Piers, a number of TTC signs….all of which bombard the screen. We then see a slew of different images, running the gamut from Katelyn Buehler hitting the KTFO, to Orlando Cruze celebrating out amongst the fans, to Marie Jones flying off the top rope and Aerik Walker delivering the 747.

INVICTUS….Coming to the Air Canada Center…..March, 2015.

Drake: Take your hands off of me this instant!

The order of the new co-owner of the IWC is NOT followed.

Instead he’s carried along with his legs kicking beneath him, suspended in the air by the arms. Jessica Wilde, and Jacob Laymon carry him towards what appears to be a limousine. Executioner follows his Pestilence family as they continue to pull Drake towards the vehicle parked just beside the exit.

Collins: We’ve been waiting for you, Mr. Drake.

Jonathan Collins steps around the black limo, leaning against the side of the vehickle with his arms crossed over his chest.

Drake: Dude…da fuck is going on here?

Drake is finally lowered down to his feet but tightly held by the collar of his jacket.

Collins: I find it hard to believe short-stuff, but we share a mutual acquaintance….one who wishes to have a conversation with you.

Collins pops open the limo door revealing Ba’al seated inside, holding an amber shaded liquid in his hand.

Ba’al: Hello, Desmond…Please…join us.

The former ring announcer, Jessica Wilde, and the former General Manager, Jacob Laymon, force the new co-owner, Desmond Drake, along towards the car with the former Head of Security, Executioner, following behind.

Born to Rise the official Invictus theme song is playing as we see a flash of Taylor Chase’s face, followed by a shot of Legion’s. The two are then shown standing side by side with the Invictus graphic behind them.

Dollar: What the hell did we just see?

Susie: I think Sinistry has just kidnapped our Garbage Pail Kid.

Dollar: Well, I have no idea what just happened backstage, but I know what we’re scheduled to see next….because the time has finally come for the World Heavyweight Championship to be up for grabs as Taylor Chase defends the title against Legion.

Susie: This has to be the most anticipated World Title match like totally ever.

Dollar: Indeed, Susie…the biggest belt in professional wrestling is about to be up for grabs, in a personal, and intriguing match to say the least.

Susie: It’s main event time, Johnny D.

Dollar: A match that all came together after Legion’s win in the 2014 Last Stand Rumble.

Fans: LEGION! LEGION!! LEGION!!!

Dollar: We are down to the final two in Rumble.

Rose Savior and Legion are featured battling it out after one of the most chaotic Rumbles in the annals of wrestling.

Dollar: Who is going to challenge for the World Championship at Invictus?

Rose leaves her feet, leaping into the diamond cutter only to be caught by a battle weary Legion, who pushes her off, over the ropes and sends her cascading to the floor.

Dollar: Legion has SURVIVED!

Susie: He’s going to headline Invictus.

Leeland Gaunt stands beside the 2014 Rumble winner as he kneels in the middle of the ring with a deluge of blood flowing down from the rafters upon him.

Mika Kozlov: We will take from you what you love most of all, Malishka.

World Heavyweight Champion Taylor Chase navigates a treacherous route to the biggest title bout of her career. She holds the gold above her head, at first staring down Legion in the middle of the ring a mere second after his Rumble victory….

But she endured more than stare-downs to make it to Invictus.

A kendo-stick collides with Taylor’s spine, swung by her adoptive sister, Mika. The scene then switches to Gary Matt, her ex-husband, committing an unspeakable betrayal, laying Tay out with the Brain Damage and aligning himself with the Blacklist. Yet, in spite of all these obstacles, Taylor manages to persevere, delivering the TKO on the cheek of Mika, on the chin of Matt, on the brow of Lukas Montgomery, to the teeth of Aaron Harrison.

Taylor: I’ve overcome everything thrown at me to live my dream….to hold this World Heavyweight Championship and have the honor of defending it in the main event at Invictus.

These inspiring words are followed by inspiring footage of Chase flying knee first into Gary’s face, delivering the TKO and retaining her title.

Dollar: Taylor has defeated the Maniac, and now it’s definite, she WILL main event Invictus….She will face Legion.

MAN?

Mr. Gaunt: Taylor Chase….what you face at Invictus…..is not a mere mortal man.

Mr. Gaunt and Legion come through the curtains and stand on the stage, staring down the World Heavyweight Champion inside of the ring.

We then cut to Legion delivering the Misery on Ba’al….throwing his body off the top of a ladder with a moonsault fallaway slam delivered on Pat Evans….dumping Eddie Vines on a section of the guardrail with the Misery II….and unleashing other such acts of sadism and barbarism on all those who have dared to oppose him.

WRESTLER?

Mr. Gaunt: Legion stands on a level higher than any other when it comes to the grappling arts.

A dazzling display of Legion’s power mixed with technical precision consume the screen. He clasps his hand around the skull of Mika Kozlov with the Five Finger Crawl, and then the scene segues into Legion throwing Hurse up into the Guiding Hand. Many of his memorable victories are recounted, such as his big win over Orlando Cruze after countering out of the triangle choke. We see him manage to kick out of a shot from the gavel by Ba’al, which culminates to him delivering the Misery to achieve victory over his most embittered rival.

MONSTER?

Mr. Gaunt: Unlike yourself, Mrs. Chase, Legion need not summon anything, for he is a monster 24/7.

The massive hands of Legion engulf Brittany Lohan’s throat….We then transition into more anarchistic footage, as he decimates Isaac Saine via a powerbomb onto exposed concrete, and absolutely devastates Desmond Drake via the Misery while the diminutive body of the authority figure was wrapped in light-tubes. A defiant and destructive act that actually helps Chase retain her title over Aaron Harrison. The video switches to Legion ripping his way up through the center of the ring and grabbing Lukas Montgomery by the ankle, dragging him down into a pit while blood rains from the rafters.

CHAMPION?

Mr. Gaunt: 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.

Legion kneels in the middle of the ring with blood showering him and his eyes solely focused upon the World Championship elevated above Taylor’s head.

Taylor: Legion, you might not want to buy everything that Gaunt is shoveling down your throat.

SOCIALITE?

Taylor: You think you’re going to have an easy match against some media mogul and socialite at Invictus?

A red carpet affair is highlighted, where Taylor looks right at home, basking in the flashing lights of numerous snapping cameras. She is shown tweeting on her IPhone while Frankie Paradise TRIES, unsuccessfully, to put the moves on her. Then Chase is spotlighted hopping around the ring holding the World Title above her head as she recites the words, “I DID IT!”

MODEL?

Taylor: You think you’re battling some misguided woman who believes she’s a monster, when she’s nothing more than a wannabe super-model?

A white backdrop hangs behind Taylor as she spots some lingerie to the delight of the photographer, instructing her on what poses to strike and how to properly pucker her lips.

Taylor throws her legs over the lap of Orlando Cruze…..as well as exposes her surgically replaced knee for the purposes of wooing the Icon, enticing him to feel the steel plate beneath her flesh.

MONSTER?

Taylor: Wrong-wrong-wrong!

A display of Chase’s aggressive tendencies overlap the screen, as she drives Lukas Montgomery’s skull into the wall of the steel cage….delivers a DDT that plants that Disco Ninja’s head into the apron….Sits right up after being hit with the Brain Damage by Gary Matt….Manages to somehow summon occult abilities to see maggots dumped all over Legion’s body….Lashes out at the Blacklist by bludgeoning them with a kendo-stick.

CHAMPION?

Taylor: I’m not just a monster…

Taylor cracking Legion in the jaw with the TKO.

Taylor: I’m not just a socialite….

Taylor sends out an all-important tweet.

Taylor: I’m not just another pretty face….

Chase’s adorable mug is featured on the cover of a magazine, striking a provocative vogue.

Taylor: I’m all of the above. I’m Taylor Chase…and I defy classification.

Taylor smooching with Orlando Cruze….living it up with the fans by leaping around in front of them chanting her now famous catchphrase….Chase leaping into the TKO across the face of Harrison.

Dollar: It is set….Legion WILL challenge Taylor Chase for the World Heavyweight Title at Invictus.

Rose is shown being thrown off her attempted diamond cutter, leading to her elimination and a victory for Legion in the 2014 Last Stand Rumble. He kneels amidst a shower of blood.

Taylor Chase lies on her back, cradling her blown out knee to her chest as the referee puts up an ‘x’ to alert everyone to the severity of her injuries.

Taylor:…this frail socialite has overcome the complete surgical replacement of my knee to step back into this ring and do what I LIVE to do.

That very knee cracks Mika in the face, rendering her unconscious on impact.

Mr. Gaunt: In the end this match boils down to one thing, who the better wrestler is.

Legion mangles the body of Orlando with a mandible claw…..Legion devastates the skull of Harrison with a mafia kick.

Taylor: Legion IS a wrestler….a GREAT wrestler….So when I beat you, Legion…

Champion and Challenger are featured coming face to face in the middle of the ring, intensity evident in both of their eyes.

Taylor:…there’s not going to be anymore critics….anymore skeptics….there’s not going to be anyone questioning rather I deserve this title.

The many title defenses Chase endured to make it to the main event of Invictus are shown, such as her wins over Harrison, over Montgomery, over Matt….culminating to her bludgeoning Mika with a kendo-stick.

Mr. Gaunt: You may be a monster…

Chase stands in the middle of the ring over the Blacklist, unleashing a primal scream.

Mr. Gaunt: You may be a socialite….

Chase stands under a spotlight holding up the World Heavyweight Title.

Mr. Gaunt: You may be a calendar pin-up girl pretending to be a wrestler….

Chase allows Orlando to feel her reconstructed knee…..one that she puts into a cage door, causing it to swing shut into Legion’s injured leg, costing him the NHB Championship.

Mr. Gaunt: But what you are not, is good enough to defeat Legion at Invictus.

The number one contender’s dominance is displayed, as he shatters a kendo-stick over the bloodied skull of Ba’al, and throws Desmond out of the ring and into the announce table with a gorilla press. We see him accumulate wins over Orlando, over 50 plus combatants in the Last Stand Rumble, and leave countless bodies piled beneath him.

Mr. Gaunt: For Legion is a true MONSTER.

The masked behemoth powerbombs Porno Lad onto the edge of an announce table, subjects a handcuffed Christian Savior to the mafia kick, and crushes the skulls of two victims with simultaneous Five Finger Crawls. First Katelyn Buehler runs away from a match from Legion, followed by P Clarence Whitman III high tailing it when tasked with battling the manifestation of nightmares.

Taylor: I will prove that THIS World Title is around the waist of a woman who truly deserves it.

Chase and Legion simultaneously sit up after they received beat downs from the Blacklist and the Sinistry. The moment they lock eyes, goosebumps form.

Dollar: It is the most highly anticipated World Title match in IWC history.

Taylor stands on the stage being showered in blood, while Legion rests on his knees, bathing in crimson.

Taylor: I am Taylor Chase, and I defy classification.

Taylor standing on a turnbuckle amidst chants of “I DID IT!”

Mr. Gaunt: What you are not, is good enough to defeat Legion at Invictus.

Legion crushing Taylor’s face with the mafia kick and planting her with the Misery. The final visual before this hotly contested bout, Taylor standing on the stage holding up the World Title, and Legion kneeling in the ring, victorious after the 2014 Last Stand Rumble.

TAYLOR CHASE © VS. LEGION:
WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE

Cameras return to ringside where Silas Mason is enjoying a nice beer while Kelcey sits as far removed from him as possible. They are just two amongst many anticipating what is undeniably the single most important World Title bout in IWC’s illustrious mythos.

Dollar: Brace yourself, Susie.

Susie: I got my bedpan ready.

There is a sudden burst of pixilation, followed by an eerie red hue emanating from the arena lighting.

As this lighting technique unfolds to drum suspense for Legion’s arrival, a long line of woman adorned in white Sunday dresses skip to the stage….Wait….not only to the stage, but out amongst the fans. The crowd divides as an endless parade of these ghostly figments, each attired in a Silence mask, make their way past them.

Dollar: What in the hell are we seeing?

Eyes avert to the rafters above the multiple Cartel-trons, and above the ring, finding them engulfed by hordes of ladies identical to one another in the sense that they are covered in the same ratty Sunday dresses, and Silence mask. All at once each begins to speak in the same decibel, with the same intonation.

Little Miss Muffet, sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey;
Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away

Henry, Portrait of a Serial Killer now starts to play through the speakers after this bone chilling introduction from the dozens upon dozens of messengers.

Susie: Thank God I brought along that bedpan.

Dollar: I don’t even know how I can begin to describe what we just saw.

These throngs of shady characters disperse and flow towards the backstage area. Their disappearance coincides with the materialization of a hand ripping forth through the stage….a gauntleted hand belonging to the number one contender.

Dollar: This is it, Susie…the arrival of the man about to chance fate by challenging for the World Heavyweight Title.

The demonic apparition emerges through an encompassing blanket of fog running from the stage to the ring…all eerily enhanced via the red glow of the lights beneath it.

Legion at last tears through the stage to stand upon it, eyes void of emotion and heart void of compassion. He embarks towards the ring with the fans chanting his name, while others shy away from the masked peril as he passes.

Dollar: Legion…the man who survived over 50 competitors to emerge with the win in the 2014 Rumble sets out to conquer just one tonight…but that one….she is Taylor Chase….and she is the World Heavyweight Champion.

Susie: She has the biggest sparkly McShinny Shine…and Legion wants it bad…real bad.

Dollar: Thanks for that wonderfully insightful commentary.

Every fan is captivated by the image of Legion in the middle of the ring, body lighted by an ominous red glow.

Dollar: Can it be done? Can Legion unseat the champion….will the unbeatable monster capture the title?

Susie: A fitting culmination to his wanton path of destruction.

Dollar: Is this his night? Is this Legion’s moment?

According to Taylor Chase…that answer will be no….And she prepares to make that evident when the lights in the building change from red to sparkling. The stacked Cartel-trons flash with images of Taylor Chase while the words #IDIDIT and #MONSTERSLAIN are interspersed. With the lyrics of Boss’s Daughter blaring through the speakers Taylor Chase makes her way to the stage. She stands there only a moment with her back turned towards the ring and a long fashionable gown hanging from her body. As the main chorus of her music kicks in she suddenly tears away the dress she was modeling to reveal her wrestling attire beneath…literally scratching beneath the surface of her ‘SOCIALITE’ status to show the gladiator within. She heaves the World Title high above her head as a dazzling display of pyrotechnics shoot from the stage and from the Cartel-trons behind her.

Dollar: The World Champion….the Scarlet Socialite…a woman of many layers….Taylor Chase!

Susie: She’s here and she has the one thing…the only thing…Legion wishes to take possession of….

Dollar: This woman has overcome everything….so many obstacles…so many forces…the barrage of attacks by the Blacklist…the endless assaults on her character by the Black Crusade….and all the voices in her ears trying to dictate who and what she should be. But tonight, she needs to focus on being one thing, the World Champion.

Susie: And she’s going to have to do a lot to remain just that….

Once on the apron Taylor Chase lifts the World Heavyweight Title above her head, and a sizeable portion of the crowd collectively raise their IPhones into the air as well. Each phone has a different segment of a picture, and once the dozens of screens come together they combine to form the image of Taylor Chase.

Susie: Nifty…

Dollar: Amazing…how did they manage to do that?

Susie: You didn’t get the text, Johnny D?

Dollar: The only texts I get are about penis enlargement.

A huge ovation is heard for the World Heavyweight Champion who slides into the ring and reluctantly forfeits the belt to official Fitzpatrick. The only thing now separating the Challenger and the Champion is Thomas Boll, microphone in hand.

Thomas: Lady and gentlefolk…time now for main event of evening, for Title of World Champion….Introduce first, challenger….he weigh in tonight at 129 kilogram….he be from Hell…he is Sinister Saint….he is LEGION!

The masked abomination does not budge from the corner, he makes no movement other than a slow elevation of his finger. He points towards the many IPhones still being held up to assemble the image of Taylor Chase. Suddenly the screens are consumed with static and produce nothing but white noise.

Thomas: Introduce next….she is champion….she weigh in tonight at 55 kilogram….she hail from Beverly Hills….she is Scarlet Socialite…she is Taylor Chase!

The fans are particularly emotive, especially those who can’t get their IPhones to work thanks to Legion. Chase scales the turnbuckle and lifts both arms high above her head, getting quite the pop from the crowd. She then drops to the canvas and bobs between feet, obviously feeling some butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Thomas exits the ring with the World Title donning his shoulder. Fitzpatrick steps back and calls for the bell.

Dollar: Here we go, Susie, everything comes to heading right here, right now in our main event.

Susie: The main event of what has been the most cray-cray night ever.

Dollar: Indeed, Invictus culminating to Legion challenging Chase.

Once the bell has been rung Chase and Legion start from their respective corners, moving to the center of the ring where they find themselves truly going mono a mono.

Dollar: I got goosebumps forming, Susie.

Susie: Try some penicillin, I’m sure that’ll clear it up.

Dollar: Who’s will is going to be test….HEY!

Without warning Legion foregoes the prototypical feeling out process in favor of slapping his massive palm down onto Taylor’s head and giving it a squeeze.

Dollar: Five Finger Crawl locked in right out of the gates.

Susie: Legion might win the World Title within seconds of the match beginning.

Taylor’s knees instantly buckle as she feels her brain being compressed to the brink of imploding within her skull. She starts to lose consciousness, falling to her knees as the Infernal Incarnate applies tremendous precious on the cranium.

Dollar: I didn’t think the match would begin…and end…like this.

Susie: When Legion is around, you should know that expectations are about to be defied.

Legion exerts so much pressure on the head that the skull threatens to collapse. She goes limp in the masked man’s clutches. One of her numb limbs are taken by official Fitzpatrick, elevated into the air then dropped.

Dollar: I just can’t believe this.

The arm is elevated again and dropped to Chase’s side. The fans are on the brink of storming to the ticket taker to demand a refund as the hand is raised and dropped for a third time to bring the World Title bout to a quick and resolute conclusion….But that hand shoots back into the air defying said conclusion.

Dollar: Chase isn’t done yet. She’s survived too many hardships, too many obstacles, to fall in record time here at Invictus.

At the first hint that Taylor is about to break out of the Five Finger Crawl, Legion uses the grip on the Champion’s head to heave her into the air, from her knees, and throw her directly into the turnbuckle. Taylor hits the corner and her arms fall over the ropes, the only means of holding her body up.

Legion then steps in and almost shatters the bones in her chest via a knife edge chop.

Dollar: WHAT A CHOP!

The left handed blow leaves a red mark across Taylor’s chest and takes all the air from her body. Legion then retracts his hand and delivers a second, bone crushing chop. Taylor doubles over, protecting her sternum and putting herself in a very dangerous predicament. Legion takes her around the neck, leads her out of the corner and into a predicament for the Misery. He snaps Taylor up and unto his shoulders, going for a version of the Misery.

Dollar: Legion determined to make record time of this title bout.

It seems Legion is about to crush Taylor, only to have Chase twist her body, slide down the big man’s back and wrap her arms around his neck. Legion finds himself trapped in a Kokina Clutch with a body vice thrown in as well.

Susie: But that’s a nuh-uh from Tay-Tay.

Dollar: She just countered a Misery attempt into the Kokina Clutch…and she’s wearing Legion down with it.

The vast majority of the fans are back up on their feet watching as Chase strangles the challenger…fighting the zest and zeal from his body. However, the Sinister Saint, much like Chase, will not be thwarted in such early goings. Although his knees begin to rattle, threatening to cut out beneath him, he turns this unsteadiness to his favor. Legion falls to his knees and snaps Chase over-head, sending her flying across the ring.

Dollar: But Legion manages to break that hold and keep this title bout ongong.

Chase hits the canvas and rolls to her feet, falling back first into the turnbuckle. The Challenger is right behind her, stepping in and swinging around into a knife edge chop. Before her sternum can be collapsed by a third bow, Taylor ducks down out of the way, causing Legion’s momentum to carry him around, falling back first against the corner. Chase then unloads with chop after chop after chop after chop to Legion’s chest, doing as much damage with the time allotted to her. Legion grows annoyed by these blows, reaching out and snatching Taylor around the back of the head. He switches positions with her, throwing Chase into the turnbuckle then going for a heart stopping chop.

At the last second Taylor ducks down out of the way and Legion goes spinning into the corner. He falls into the turnbuckle and Chase delivers a step up enzugari to the back of his skull. The blow rattles Legion but does not take him down, prompting Chase to roll backwards unto her feet then employ them to carry her into running dropkick. Her boots nail Legion under the jaw and Chase falls to the canvas, rolling back and rushing in with ANOTHER blow…this time the Yakuza kick!

Dollar: The way this match started has got Taylor so riled up.

Susie: She’s fighting not just for the World Title, but survival at this point.

The crowd is getting behind Taylor as she steps to the center of the ring only to find herself stunned by the visual of Legion STILL on his feet. She gets another running start and leaps into a second yakuza kick, which connects….Yet the moment Taylor goes to draw back her foot, she finds her throat caught in the clutches of the Challenger.

Dollar: Taylor looked like she was building momentum, but instead she rushed right into a chokehold.

Susie: Is Legion just totally impervious to pain?

Dollar: That seems to be the case, cause Tay unleashed all those devastating kicks to seemingly no effect.

Legion swings his other hand around and slaps it around Taylor’s throat as well, continuing to choke every last fiber of strength from Chase’s body. He even heaves her up into the air, letting her increasingly limp body dangle from his palms. Chase’s face has gone pale….her skin losing pigment as oxygen is cut off.

Just as it seems that Legion is going to choke her to death in order to win the Championship, Taylor reaches out and avails herself of this pending homicide. While still being held in the air, Chase manages to wrap her hands around the back of Legions neck and locks her legs around his throat, applying a modified triangle choke.

Dollar: You’ve GOT to be kidding me….tell me I’m not seeing this.

Susie: WOWAMUNGA!

Dollar: Chase locking in a vertical triangle choke…I don’t know if I’ve ever seen that hold applied in this position.

Dollar: With Taylor being held up and locked in the hold too.

The crowd is chanting, some for Tay, and some for Legion, who find themselves both trapped in submission holds. Just then Legion falls forward and delivers a sit-out choke bomb, breaking the triangle choke, and slamming Chase into the canvas in the process. The World Champion reaches for her kidneys, which may have exploded upon impact with the ring. She then rolls away from Legion, looking to be in rough shape.

Legion doesn’t let her get very far away, snatching Chase around the throat and crushing her larynx with his bare hand. He then heaves Chase up into the air and throws her back into the ropes in one fluid motion. Taylor ricochets from the cables, then rushes towards Legion, who wedges his hands to her ribs, tosses her up into the air and delivers the Guiding Hand.

The gauntleted fist of Legion demolishes Chase’s jaw, swatting her down out of the air and to the canvas below.

Dollar: And the Guiding Hand now delivered.

Susie: He almost popped Chase’s head right off.

Taylor spills under the ropes to the outside, gripping her swelling jaw. Her chin is the least of her concerns though, Legion ready to unleash further punishment upon her. He towers in the middle of the ring, head titled with eyes fixated on the ailing World Champion, just waiting….waiting for Chase to stand up. He forces her to exhaust herself, using up her last vestige of strength.

Taylor crawls into the barricade and utilizes it to reach her feet, staring over now into the smile on Silas Mason’s face. She then feels the embrace of Kelcey Wallace, who leans over the barrier and pats her on the back.

Kelcey: Keep trying to stay allusive.

Silas: Nuh-nuh-nuh….

Mason gently pulls Wallace back down into her chair.

Silas: It’s my expertise she’s counting on here, baby-doll.

Tay shakes her head in response to Silas’ ‘expertise.’ Focus then shifts back to Legion, who is waiting patiently.

Silas: Turn on the aggression, Tay. Fight this son of a bitch like he just slapped your mother. Now get on it.

An annoyed Chase steps away from the barricade and towards the ring, tentatively sliding in. She then bolts straight towards Legion, doing as Silas requested. Her fists begin to drill Legion in the chin and the chest, hoping to catch him off guard. The strikes do little to effect the masked monster, who extends his palms, wedges them to Chase’s ribs, and shoves her backwards.

Taylor rushes into the cables, ricochets off and then comes charging at Legion, who steps forth to deliver a knock-out jab. However, Tay drops into a baseball slide right through Legion’s legs, or so that was her plan….a plan averted by the towering menace. He reaches down, catching Tay around the neck and keeps her from completing this slide through his legs. He then heaves Chase up by the throat, drops her to her feet and pushes her backwards into the ropes. Chase ricochets from the cables and comes charging into a shuffle side kick.

The stiff strike picks Tay up off of her feet and launches her into the ropes, twisting through them to the outside of the ring.

Dollar: And Tay again knocked to the outside.

Susie: She can’t get in gear tonight.

Dollar: She’s got so much riding on tonight’s match…..More than just the World Title…She’s out to silence all of her critics and skeptics.

Susie: She’s not doing a job of it thus far.

Chase crawls across the mats and instinctively draws herself up the barricade unto her feet. Once again Silas leans towards the barrier, advising the World Champion.

Silas: Is that what you call intensity, baby doll? Where’s this monster Kelcey’s been telling me so much about? I ain’t seein it.

The strikes of Legion coupled with the insults of Silas, are proving effective in firing Chase up. Her lower lip trembles as she turns to acknowledge the monster who stands dead center of the ring, patience fading. Chase summons her motivation and limps towards the ring, rolling in under the ropes. She just begins to stand up before Legion lunges at the champion, intent on locking her hands about his throat. Taylor manages to avoid it by crawling through Legion’s leg, or at least that was her intent.

Legion reaches down and grabs Tay’s ankle, not letting her get any further. He’s got Chase trapped and now looks to take advantage. He turns around and rolls Taylor onto her back before reaching down to take full control of her bludgeoned body. However, Tay manages to counter, reaching up, snatching Legion around the back of the head and putting him in the triangle choke.

Dollar: Tay with the triangle choke locked upon Legion for a second time!

Susie: She’s doing as Silas demanding, bringing the intensity.

Instead of getting the submission, Taylor does nothing more than aggravate the champion. He employs his raw strength to have Chase up off of the canvas, causing her to break the triangle choke. Then Legion wedges his palms to Taylor’s stomach and throws her into the air, letting her come down into the Guiding Hand.

Dollar: What a counter! Followed by ANOTHER!

Tay’s jaw comes down into a fist, one she manages to avoid at the last second. She twists her body and catches Legion by the crease of the elbow, hooking it and dropping towards the canvas, attempting the arm drag.

She falls to the canvas and attempts to flip Legion over, but cannot manage to budge his sheer girth. Legion’s eyes brighten as he takes joy in drawing his arm back, lifting Chase into the air and back to her feet before throwing her into the ropes. Tay bounces off the cables, and comes rushing back towards Legion, who catches her with a spinning back fist that almost shatters her cheek.

Tay’s body crashes forcefully against the canvas then bounces off and towards the ropes. She falls under them a third time, then crawls towards the barricade. Once upright, well sorta upright, Silas is back in her ear.

Silas: Come on now, this is gettin’ pathetic. Get intense.

Although Chase barely has any function of her brain remaining, having suffered such an onslaught of strikes to her head, she manages to hear Silas’ input and feed off of it.

Kelcey: NO!

The former SCW Champion takes Tay by the shoulder.

Kelcey: Think with your head, not with your emotions.

This suggestion resonates with Chase, inspiring her. She has a harder time of doing it, but the World Champion stumbles back to the ring and rolls in under the ropes. Legion waits for to use what strength she has left to get to feet, which she somehow manages to do.

As Legion begins to step in, Chase lunges from her knees and drives the top of her head into his gut. The Challenger is doubled over and Chase is back upright. She wraps her arm around Legion’s neck, setting up for a spike DDT. Unfortunately for Taylor, this attempt is broken up as Legion shoves her into the ropes.

Taylor bounces off and comes back in towards Legion, then starts to drop into a baseball slide. Legion bends down preemptively to catch her, only to have Taylor reveal that she was setting him up. She doesn’t drop into the baseball slide, instead grabbing Legion around the neck, snapping back into a DDT. Legion’s head crashes off of the canvas, and pops up from the blow, right onto his feet. He stands up and sneers towards his opposition, who has rolled to her feet.

To Chase’s dismay she spots Legion standing up before him, but will not have her momentum derailed. She bounces off the cables and rushes towards Legion, who spins around into the back fist.

A back fist that travels right over Tay’s head as she manages to bridge over backwards into the crab posture. Legion spins around, his momentum carrying him towards Taylor, who has managed to kip up to her feet then leave them, delivering a Pele kick.

The shin nails Legion across the side of the face and sends him staggering back into the cables. He bounces off of them and comes back towards Taylor, who has kipped up to her feet. The momentum she lands Legion launches his leg into the shuffle side kick. The same move that almost beheaded Chase earlier is ducked though, Tay dropping into a roll beneath the inbound boot.

Legion turns around and finds his own chin subjected to a superkick that causes him to stagger back and spill through the ropes.

Dollar: Taylor knocking Legion to the outside of the ring!

Susie: Mirror….mirror.

Many fans stand and applaud, while other bemoan the fate of the challenger, who has landed on his feet and is staggering back from the ring. He rubs at his jaw while his eyes blaze with fire.

Silas: See…

Mason nudges Kelcey’s shoulder.

Silas: Tay takes my advice…why can’t you?

Suddenly Legion turns around and reaches over the barricade, snatching hold of Silas’ throat.

Dollar: Legion so annoyed by Taylor’s offensive, that he’s going to take it out on Silas Mason!

Susie: I claim his Stetson.

Kelcey hops to her feet and prepares to protect her advisor only to have Taylor do the work for her. She grabs the top rope rope and leaps over it into a crossbody aimed at Legion. The grip on Silas’ throat is broken so Legion can turn and catch Taylor coming in. She lands across his sternum and Legion prepares to drop back into a fallway slam that would fling the World Champion into the crowd.

However, Taylor manages to counter as she’s flung into the air, slipping over Legion’s shoulder and landing behind the barricade. She then takes Legion around the neck and drops to her seat, delivering a neckbreaker that drives the back of his skull into the barricade.

Dollar: Neckbreaker off the barricade by Taylor…She’s putting together quite a bit of momentum. This is when it gets dangerous for her opponents.

Susie: Any normal man’s neck would have been shattered by that move.

Legion’s head bounces off the barrier and his body goes staggering forth in the direction of the ring. The frazzled Challenger turns around, completely unaware that Taylor is slapping her knee several times, signaling for the TKO.

She lunges unto the barricade and prepares to fly off just as Silas cries out.

Silas: NOT YET!

The words reach her ears too late, Tay already flying into the TKO off the barrier and into the exposed turnbuckle post. Legion side steps Chase and pushes her airborne body along knee first into the steel.

Dollar: HOLY FUCK!

Susie: Taylor’s knee crushing the turnbuckle…

Dollar: This is not good for Tay…she may have just reinjured that knee…and you know Legion will show no mercy if she has.

THAT knee which Taylor bragged about on the last Riot, proves to be an ailment rather than an aid. Chase is already screeching in pain as she rolls across the mats holding her knee….one Legion uses to his advantage. He snatches her up, folds the leg under Chase’s body then drops her with a shin breaker directly onto the steel steps.

Susie: It might have been snapped right there.

Taylor’s wails carry through Madison Square Garden but no dissuade Legion from further victimizing her potentially snapped limb. He drags Chase along to her feet…or foot to be more accurate….and then rolls her into the ring. Legion follows along, staying focused on the potentially torn limbs. To the dismay of the audience, Legion takes the protective brace securing Chase’s injured leg and shatters it with his bare hands. He breaks the brace away and heaves it into the air, swinging it down over the joint it was meant to protect.

Dollar: Legion just….he just tore that protective steel knee brace off…and now he’s using it as a weapon against Chase’s leg.

Susie: And it’s already in dire straits.

The knee brace is swung once again into the side of Taylor’s leg, even as she desperately tries to protect it by cupping her hands about it. Legion swats those hands aside and swings the steel brace down into the swelling, bruised flesh they tried to desperately to shield.

The brace is then carried by the Challenger towards the turnbuckle, wedging it between the top and middle rope. He then turns towards Chase, who is crawling away, desperately trying to hold her potentially rebroken kneecap. Taylor is taken by the ankle and dragged to the center of the ring where Legion drops elbow first into the side of her knee.

The monster reaches his feet and then deposits all of his weight behind his leg across the crease of Chase’s knee.

The sounds of Taylor’s screams echo throughout Madison Square Garden, sitting up and once again trying to protect the torn ligaments in her limb. Legion takes hold of leg at this point and holds it in the air before putting his boot to the side of knee and dropping onto his back. Chase’s knee snaps off the elevated boot of the challenger, intensifying the pained expression on her face.

Dollar: I’ve seen people attempt to do this to Taylor in the past, target that leg….but Legion is taking this to a whole new level.

Susie: It’s all about that big gold sparkly, Susie.

Dollar: Would you stop emulating Dom Deluise from the Secret of Nimh?

The twisting of Chase’s expression indicates the sheer amount of pain surging through her leg. The turnbuckle is employed to reach her feet, but it becomes evident that there is no way she can put any pressure on her tattered limb.

Legion swoops in from behind, pugnaciously assaulting the leg, grabbing hold of her ankle and beginning to drag her towards the center of the ring. Somehow Tay manages to reach back, grab the ropes with both hands then lift her foot into the air, delivering a kick directly to Legion’s jaw.

She then raises her foot into the air and delivers a second boot directly to the cheek of the masked crusader. This shot is significant enough to break Legion’s grasp on the leg and send him staggering back. He collects himself shortly there after, and then goes rushing right into Taylor’s ribs with a shoulder first spear.

It seems he’s going to crush the ribs only to have Chase side step him, causing Legion’s head to fly through the ropes and crash into the steel knee brace he wedged there. Legion’s face cracks off the steel and he goes staggering back right into Taylor, who hooks him around the thigh and school boys him down to the canvas.

Dollar: Legion’s head into that knee brace! His skull cracked right off it!

Susie: And Tay’s got a roll up…She’s gonna shock him and retain the title!

Fitzpatrick slides into position, slapping the canvas with every eye glued to this action.

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And now the fans come unglued, when Legion kicks out, launching Taylor off and sending her rolling into the turnbuckle. Legion just sits up when Taylor comes staggering back in with the protective knee brace wrapped around her arm. She dives into a sliding elbow that drives the steel directly into Legion’s eyes, knocking him onto his back. Taylor then drops into the lateral press across Legion’s stomach.

Dollar: The brace bouncing off Legion’s face again!

Susie: Tay employing every means necessary to retain her title.

Dollar: Which she may very well have just accomplished.

After cracking the steel off of Legion’s face, Taylor may have just done the unthinkable, becoming the first person to pin Legion.

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That pin won’t happen….because Legion doesn’t just kick out, he presses Taylor off of him and sends her flying up onto her feet. She lands and hobbles terribly, almost falling right back over. But she doesn’t, instead she stands on one leg and swings the steel brace in her hands down into the ribs of Legion.

Legion then rolls onto his elbows and knees with Chase swinging the steel over his back.

Dollar: Taylor is just wearing Legion out with that knee brace.

The brace bounces off of Legion’s back a second time and then a fourth….yet that still isn’t enough for Taylor. She swings the brace a fifth, a sixth, a seventh time, thoroughly wearing him out. She then limps back and gets a running start into another swing of the brace only to have her legs caught and ripped out from under her. Legion rolls Chase over to her stomach and straddles the crease of her leg, applying a single Boston leg crab.

The crowd finds itself absolutely mystified by this action….every person upright with hands either clapping or tearing at their hairs. Legion sits down on the knee, folding Taylor’s injured leg about his thigh, putting it at such a gruesome angle that the cartilage is no doubt snapping.

Dollar: Boston crab locked in.

Susie: Tay ain’t got no alternative now, she’s gonna have to submit.

And that’s just what Chase is about to do, lifting her hand into the air and preparing to slap the canvas. Her twitching fingers prepare to draw down to the ring but they protest, they tighten instead into a fist. She swings it down into the canvas, pushing herself up and looking at the ropes that are so far removed.

Dollar: But Chase…she’s trying to will her way through this….Well forget that.

The Boston Crab is broken but Legion maintains his grip on Chase’s ankle, heaving it up into the air then swinging her knee aggressively into the canvas. Taylor’s leg ricochets from the canvas and she now goes rolling towards the ropes. The pain is indescribable, Chase unable to tolerate much pressure upon it or anywhere near it. Though she still tries to put pressure on it by standing up.

Legion descends once again upon the injured leg only to have Tay leap from the ropes, delivering a dropkick on the shin.

The Challenger stumbles but catches himself against the ropes as he falls into them.

Taylor, hopping up and down on one foot then comes charging in, leaping into a spinning heel kick. It connects and sends both Taylor and Legion flipping over the ropes, Chase doing so sideways and the Challenger backwards.

Legion lands on his feet across the mats while Chase lands on her shoulder and hip upon the apron. She then climbs up to her foot and lunges off towards Legion, who turns in time to be caught around the neck. Taylor swings around and plants Legion’s skull directly into the mats with a tornado DDT.

Dollar: Tornado DDT off the apron and into the mats!

Susie: This is pretty amazing, Chase is doing all of this on one leg.

Dollar: She might retain her title in spite of not even being able to stand.

Legion rolls away from Chase and towards the ring, grabbing the tarp then dragging himself along to his feet. His bell has been rung, yet he still manages to get into the ring, rolling to the center. Tay is even more debilitated and she’s climbing the turnbuckle.

The leg does not support her weight yet she forces herself onto the very top rope and then comes flying off. She extends her elbow and plants it directly into Legion’s chest. The Challenger just rolled to his back and immediately finds his sternum crushed by the blow.

Taylor then rolls over and throws herself across Legion’s battered chest.

Dollar: Is it possible? Has Taylor….injured leg and all just retained her title?

The count is made to an explosive roar from the audience.

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The third slap never comes as Legion manages to not just kick out, but to sit straight up.

Dollar: Legion just sits up!

The moment he sits up, Taylor dives, injured knee and all straight into Legion’s temple.

Susie: TKO!

Dollar: But she couldn’t hit all of it with that injured knee.

She didn’t hit it all, but did she hit enough. With her leg cradled, Tay manages to crawl towards Legion, dropping into the lateral press.

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To the utter dismay of Chase, Legion kicks out again!

Dollar: It wasn’t enough….Taylor’s injured knee unable to deliver the full force of that TKO.

Susie: Probably hurt her more than Legion.

Taylor scoots across her back in the direction of the ropes, forced to use them in order to drag her towards her feet. She just begins to get one leg beneath her when she is deeply disturbed by the image of Legion sitting up, no selling the TKO…the elbow drop…the DDT on the mats….overcoming it all.

Dollar: There is no way….NO WAY this is possible!

A limping Tay reacts by lunging into another TKO, injured limb and all. It connects, right against Legion’s chest, who turns, catches it and drops back. Chase falls onto her stomach with Legion rolling back onto his feet and stepping over the crease of her crippled knee, applying the Boston Crab.

Dollar: Reversal into the crab! The Boston Crab is tightly locked in!

Susie: Taylor fought through this before….but there is no way…no way she can escape it again.

Every fan in the building is gathered as close to the ring as possible, realizing that they are on the brink of seeing Taylor unseated as champion. Chase has overcome so much, but is there any possible way that she can overcome even this….the trapping of her leg in the massive arms of the massive Legion.

She tries, bringing her hands down into the canvas and employing them to begin compelling her way towards the ropes. She doesn’t even get an inch, unable to drag the immense weight of Legion, who pretty much sits down on the back of the leg at this point.

Dollar: It’s gonna break! That leg is gonna break

Susie: And even then Taylor may not submit.

The fans are split right down the middle as they watch this incredible match wage on for the championship.

Fans: TAP, TAP, TAP!

Fans: NO, NO, NO!

The crowd is divided, as Champion and Challenger struggle against one another, in a battle of tested wills.

And now it seems that Taylor’s will has been broken, her leg bent to such an extreme that the muscles within are on the verge of snapping. So her hand extends out over the canvas…reaching out to tap….

Dollar: You put in a hell of an effort here tonight, Taylor….a hell of a fight.

We see the hand fall, but not to tap out, instead it’s to wrap around the steel knee brace. She turns her body just enough to swing the brace into Legion’s ankle, then do it again and again and again.

Dollar: Oh wow, Taylor has got that knee brace and I bet Legion is regretting having ripped it off of her now.

The shots with the brace to the ankle finally cause Legion’s grip to weaken….weaken enough for Taylor slip her leg out of his clutches. She rolls away from Legion, who limps along into the ropes, leaning heavily upon them. His eyes then widen at the sight of Taylor sitting up in the center of the ring, attempting to no sell the extent of the injuries inflicted on her. But I the process she exposes herself to greater injury as Legion’s boot cracks her directly in the temple. The shuffle side kick is delivered with such force that it almost sends Chase’s spinning into a total 360.

She collapses to her back and Legion comes crawling into the pin.

Dollar: Devastating thrust kick right to the head and now Legion has the….has the title.

Legion falls across Chase’s chest and all fans rise in recognition of this pinfall.

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To a loud roar, Taylor kicks out and avoids the biggest loss of her career.

Dollar: Taylor manages to kick out!

Susie: How in the hell is she still doing this?

Dollar: Again, she knows what’s on the line here tonight, Susie, more than just the championship.

Taylor rolls away from Legion, but he allows little separation. He reaches down and grabs her by the leg, dragging her to the center of the ring and preparing to apply the Boston Crab, but Taylor suddenly sits up and swings the knee brace right into Legion’s face.

Dollar: Knee brace bouncing off the skull once again.

Legion remains stooped forward with Taylor sitting up and wrapping an arm around his neck. Instinctively the number one contender straightens his back, standing upright with Taylor hanging from his neck then shifting her weight. She manages to drag him down into a DDT, driving Legion’s face into that knee brace…AGAIN!

Legion’s forehead bounces off the steel before he goes twisting to his back. Theoretically this would be the perfect time for Chase to make the pin, but she’s too torn up…too shaken…too damaged. So she just lies there, scrambling to reach her feet and take advantage of all her hardwork.

An exhausted Taylor stomps her foot to the canvas several times, trying to shake off the effects of the work Legion has done to her knee.

Dollar: Taylor TRYING to walk it off and restore some feeling to that leg.

Susie: It’s got to be nothing but dead muscle at this point.

Legion sluggishly ascends to his feet at the same time that Taylor is climbing up the turnbuckle behind him.

Dollar: What is Chase going to do here?

Susie: Whatever it takes Johnny D, whatever it takes.

Half the fans implore Legion to stay down while the other side casts their support solidly behind Taylor, who leaves the turnbuckle and lands directly on the Challenger’s shoulders. She snaps back into the hurricarana presumably to top It off with the pin when Legion roots his feet to the canvas then shows his incredible strength by pushing Taylor up and over his head then transitioning her from the hurricarana into position for an Alabama Slam. He not only hits the move but flips forward into the jackknife cover in the same fluid motion.

Dollar: A devastating counter!

Susie: One that is going to make Legion champion.

Fitzpatrick is in position and the crowd watches with baited breaths.

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Once again Chase manages to defy odds, getting her shoulder up….but exposing herself to greater pain in the process. Legion rolls over backwards unto his feet and then wedges his shoulders to the creases of Chase’s knees. Before she can react, the Champion is being heaved up and into the powerbomb. Legion turns and rushes across the ring to deliver the move only to have Chase snap back and actually manage to flip the Challenger over into a hurricarana pin.

Susie: Tay has caught him!
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The fans are about to blow a collective gasket…especially when Legion manages to sit up at the last second, roll through then stand up with his shoulders wedged to the back of Taylor’s knees and deadlift her from the canvas into that same powerbomb predicament, only to drop her with the Misery.

Dollar: The MISERY!!

Susie: Noooo.

Just before Legion can deliver the reverse DDT from the crucifix bomb position Chase manages to squirm free. She lands directly behind Legion, who spins around right as Tay rolls over backwards and extends her legs, wrapping them around the masked combatant’s waist. She then pushes herself up, catches Legion around the neck and sets up for the bulldog. However, Legion wedges a hand to her spine and shoves her up and over his shoulder. As she flips back, Taylor manages to grab Legion’s shoulders, wedge her knees to his spine and connect with the back stabber….albeit with one leg.

Dollar: AMAZING counter!

Legion bounces off the knees, his back buckling as he turns towards Chase, who gets to her foot and lunges from it into the leaping reverse STO. She drops back but finds herself dangling in mid-air….Legion bending over but somehow managing to plant both of his feet without going face first into the canvas.

Dollar: Wha-wha-WHAT!?!

Susie Behold the strength of the monster.

Legion not only keeps his feet under him, but reaches out, takes Taylor around the waist while she hangs from side with her legs kicked up behind his bicep. The monster then snaps back and delivers a northern lights suplex with the bridge.

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But Legion isn’t going for that pin, he flips over backwards, stands up and catches Chase by the legs, heaving one into the air.

Dollar: And another breath stealing counter into…into…

Susie: Back into the crabby patty!

Dollar: Legion hell-bent and determined to make Chase tap out.

Legion is just about to turn Chase to her stomach and step over the crease of the knee only to have Chase surprise her towering opponent by launching her free foot into the air. She nails Legion in the temple but he isn’t letting go. Instead Taylor leaps along to her foot and then prepares to leave so that she can connect with another enzugari. Legion has other plans, lifting up on the trapped leg and sending Chase flipping over backwards. But as she flips back, Legion steps forward and catches her in mid-air across his chest…putting her in position for the Blood Moon.

Dollar: I think my left testicle finally just descended.

Legion now heaves Chase up into the moonsault fallaway slam….or that was his intent at least, because Taylor manages to twist her body, catch the challenger around his neck and snap back into the reverse STO, hitting the second part of her Starlet Express.

Dollar: And now I think it just went back into my stomach.

Susie: She finally delivers it!

Stunned doesn’t even BEGIN to describe the crowd’s reaction as Taylor, crawls desperately….oh so desperately into the cover. She drops her back over Legion’s chest and hooks his leg.

The count is made to a reaction that vibrates Madison Square Garden.

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And the World Title remains in Taylor’s possession….for now at least, because Legion just got his shoulder up.

Dollar: HE KICKS OUT!

Not only does he kick out but Legion manages to wrap up Taylor’s arms and roll away from her, pulling the Scarlet Socialite over into the crucifix pin. He then stands up, catches Chase around the leg and rolls her over to her stomach.

Dollar: The Boston Crab!!

Susie: Someone get a mop ready, because my brain is about to be blown.

Legion takes a seat on the crease of the knee, folding the leg at an angle that threatens to snap every single ligament. The determination of Legion and the stubbornness of the World Champion are both demonstrated as Chase pushes herself up onto her elbows, screaming at the absolute top of her lungs. Even her loudest screech isn’t enough to drown out the reaction from a crowd that is losing its collective mind.

Susie: Tay-Tay is trapped in the center of the ring…She’s got no salvation in sight.

Dollar: Submission might be her only option if she wants to keep that leg.

Legio bends back even further until his knee is almost placed between Chase’s shoulder blades. The anguish is all consuming, lifting her hand into the air and dropping to the canvas.

Dollar: And Chase taps out…we have a new….

Susie: Kill that noise, Johnny D.

The nly reason he does it because it becomes apparent that Taylor did not submit….her hand instead wedges to the canvas and she uses it not to pull herself towards the ropes, but to push herself backwards. Legion stands up still holding onto the leg and Chase lies on her back in front of him. She the pushes herself up off the canvas and towards the stooped forward Legion, catching him around the neck. Legion heaves her up as Chase twists her body so that her foot kicks off the top rope. She then spins around and drives the Crusader’s skull into the canvas via a tornado DDT.

Dollar: And it’s moves like that that has me and everyone else in this building so horse.

Legion and Taylor lay across the canvas, both having endured the most grueling confrontation of their careers. An exhausted Chase turns to her stomach, wedging her elbows to the canvas and pulling herself towards the laid out Legion….presumably going for a pinfall.

Dollar: If Chase can make the cover…maybe…just maybe she’s done enough to retain the World Title.

Susie: Don’t count all your eggs before you put them in your apple-cart.

Dollar: I’ll explain everything that was wrong with that sentence after this plays out.

Taylor crawls into Legion, but not to make the cover. Instead she locks her hands around the back of his neck and pulls him over to his feet. In spite of being on one leg Chase manages to get Legion up to a kneeling base and then slap her knee several times.

Dollar: No Taylor….don’t…

Susie: Is she gonna hit a TKO?

Dollar: She’s gonna try….The first time she went for it, it may have broken her knee….The second time, she barely hit enough to keep Legion down for a two count.

Susie: Can she hit it all now? When it matters the most?

Chase grimaces and stomps her foot before leaping into the TK….NO! Legion manages to snatch up the steel brace and swing it right into the inbound knee. Taylor unleashes the most painful wail ever heard and collapses to her elbows and knees just as Legion steps over her head, takes her around the waist and heaves her up into the Misery!

Dollar: Legion blocks the TKO by destroying the knee with the brace….and then he….then he….delivers the Misery!

The fans are absolutely spellbound as they watch Legion, damaged and fatigued, crawling across the ring, crawling into the lateral press.

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Susie: We’re going to have a new champion crowned here tonight, Johnny D.

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The crowd is absolutely spatic in reaction to the referee’s hand coming down only to stop when he spots Silas Mason leaping unto the apron. The Stetson hat is thrown into the ring, hitting Fitpzatrick in the back of his head.

Dollar: OH COME ON! What is Silas doing?

Susie: Having an epileptic seizure?

Silas is doing everything he can to get the referee’s attention. Finally Fitzpatrick does something about it, shouting at Silas then pointing to the backstage area, insisting he head to the back or he WILL disqualify Taylor Chase!

Dollar: And rather Silas was out here in an official capacity or not as Taylor’s manager, Fitzpatrick is sending his ass to the back.

Susie: He’s not letting any interference in tonight’s main event.

The fans are positively elated to see Silas forced to the backstage area. But even as he is coerced from ringside, he still manages to wear a smile on his face…At the very least he’s ensured that Taylor did not lose the championship…living up to his word.

However, now it becomes clear why Silas’ smile was so pronounced, as he successfully has used himself as a decoy. The distracted ref watches him leaving, having his back turned to Kelcey Wallace, who is sliding a steel chair into the ring. It ends up right in front of Taylor, who has rolled to her elbows and knees, glaring down at the weapon offered by the former SCW World Champion.

Dollar: Kelcey just threw a chair into the ring.

Susie: Wait…did that evil cowboy just set this all up?

Dollar: Wallace doing Mason’s bidding.

Tay looks down into the chair and then up into Kelcey’s face. However, Wallace can’t even bring herself to look back at the IWC World Champion, head hung and turned away from the action.

Taylor: NOT THIS WAY, KELCEY!

The chair is thrown through the ropes to the outside of the ring,

Dollar: But Taylor is refusing to use the weapon Wallace just provided her.

The second the chair leaves the ring, Taylor is grabbed by the shoulder, spun around and snatched around the head. Legion has Chase trapped in the Five Finger Crawl.

Dollar: Five Finger Crawl locked in again!

Susie: Is she gonna pass out!

Dollar: The match ends the same way it began!

Taylor’s legs cut out beneath her, falling to her knees…one still bruised and severely injured. With trembling lips, twitching brows, and hives forming on flesh, the crowd watches Taylor wilting like a dead flower to the canvas. Legion pushes her unconscious body to the canvas across her shoulders via his version of the Von Erich Claw….using the hold to go for the pin.

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Dollar: In spite of the attempted interference of Silas Mason and Kelcey Wallace…Legion as managed to do it.

It seems that Taylor’s crisis of conscious was the deciding factor in this title bout, as Fitzpatrick’s hand draws to the canvas for the third time….But it never connects, thanks to the World Champion getting her shoulder up.

Dollar: Chase manages to get a shoulder up! She is still alive!

Susie: Spectacular!

The reception is downright deafening as Chase manages to get an arm up. However, the kick out doesn’t mean Legion will break the Five Finger Crawl. He just pulls Chase up to her seat and applies even further pressure on the head.

Dollar: Taylor kicked out…but she might still submit or faint should this Five Finger Crawl remain locked in any longer.

It takes every bit of what remains in Chase to start standing up, to begin her slow agonizing ascent to her feet, but that’s just what she is attempting to do.

Dollar: Taylor using everything…everything she has left to get back up and try to escape the Five Finger Crawl.

Susie: If she can do this we might as well as change her name to Kara Kent.

Legion exerts all the pressure necessary to burst a cantaloupe with one squeeze…but Chase is no cantaloupe. Legion finally loses interest in this whole charade and employs the Five Finger Crawl to pulls Chase’s head down and under his seat. He then heaves Taylor up into the air and unto his shoulders, before stepping forward to deliver the DDT out of this position.

He pulls her head down into the front chancery but Chase suddenly shoots her legs up into the air then drives the steel plate inside of her knee down right into the top of Legion’s head….The Challenger is staggered, almost falling back. The knee then cracks Legion in the forehead a second time…and a third time as he continues to hold Chase upside down in position for the DDT.

A fourth knee to the skull finally forces Legion to release her, causing Taylor land on a foot in front of her now stooped forward opponent. Taylor takes off hobbling into the ropes, ricochets off then leaps into the TKO…the knee nails Legion straight to the temple and sends him spiraling into the canvas.

Dollar: She hit the TKO!

Susie: And she hit every last bit of it this time.

Madison Square Garden explodes as Legion collapses to his back and Taylor climbs into the cover. She grabs one of his legs and flips forward into the jackknife cover.

Dollar: Pinfall by Taylor!

Susie: After multiple blows from the knee.

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Taylor has done it….she has managed to pull off the impossible…she has managed to keep Legion down for a solid 2.9….The monster shooting his shoulder forth from the canvas at the very last conceivable milli-second.

Susie: UNREAL!

Taylor can’t believe it, the fans can’t believe, Kelcey can’t believe, not even the referee can believe it…but Legion managed to thwart yet another attempt to take away his shot at the championship.

Dollar: This is….good lord….I don’t even have words left anymore.

Susie: Taylor has hit Legion with everything…absolutely everything. Yet he just keeps kicking out.

Dollar: Maybe she should have used that chair after-all…because nothing else has worked thus far.

Both of these athletes are now past the point of exhaustion….this match having eclipsed their threshold for pain and their endurance. Yet even still they are both attempting to reach their feet, Chase getting to a knee and Legion getting to his elbows.

Dollar: What is it going to take?

Susie: How much do either of these two have left?

The fans give these two combatants a just deserved standing ovation as Taylor, worn body and all steps in and blasts Legion to the cheek with a right hand. The blow has the big man rocking from side to side before he responds with a straight open hand chop across Taylor’s chest, staggering her back. Somehow Tay catches herself then launches forth into a superkick that nails Legion right under the jaw. Once again Legion is teetering between knees without actually going over. So Taylor steps back, collects herself and launches into another superkick…this one even more devastating than the last.

Legion bends over backwards yet pops back up to his knees and shoots his hand out, wrapping it around Taylor’s head.

Dollar: Legion…he’s still…still able to get the Five Finger Crawl locked in even after TWO superkicks!

Susie: I’ve never…never seen anything this amazing….unless it’s a glittery pony.

The fans wail but not Taylor, she manages to drive her elbow down into the wrist of his adversary, causing him to break the Five Finger Crawl. She then steps back and launches into another superkick…..nyooo…Legion catches her foot, stands up and performs an inside leg trip, knocking Chase onto her back. He then puts the leg under his armpit and begins to turn her over into the Boston Crab.

Dollar: Oh no…Oh my God…he’s gonna connect….He’s gonna get that hold applied and force the submission.

Chase desperately kicks Legion to the knee with her free foot, causing him to double over. Chase then sits up, wraps an arm around his neck and lets Legion rise back to his feet, heaving Taylor up as she locks in the front chancery and sets for another DDT counter. And the DDT connects,….after Legion pushes Chase up onto his shoulders, steps forward and dumps her directly on top of her head via the Misery II!

Dollar: OOOOOOH!!!

Susie: Misery III! MISERY III!!

Hearts skip beats and lungs almost burst as Legion turns to his knees, and places his palms down onto Taylor’s chest.

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At this point it the outcome was easy to predict….as no one has ever been able to kick out of the Misery….no one save for the World Heavyweight Champion…Taylor manages to get a shoulder up with Fitzpatrick’s hand mere millimeters removed from the canvas.

Susie: DAVID HASSELHOFF!

Dollar: Taylor just-just-just….This match has just turned me into stuttering Matt Morgan.

Johnny’s not the only one who’s brain has been rattled by this kick out….with Legion’s eyes even widening as they turn towards the official. With his chest heaving and body tensed by a match that has been beyond grueling, Legion manages to reach his feet and take Taylor around the neck. At this point he backs towards the turnbuckle, ascends it in reverse and sits on the top rope. He then drags her head beneath his seat, wraps his arms around her waist, and heaves her up onto his shoulders.

Dollar: Oh God….Legion is…he’s gonna deliver the Misery off the top rope!

He has her up and is diving off into the Misery! The fans absolutely explode as Legion drops to the ring knees first and Taylor…remains seated on the top rope….She managed to hook her foot around the top cable and pull herself down out of the crucifix at the last second.

Legion turns around at this point and Chase comes flying off the turnbuckle into the TKO!

Susie: STEVE URKEL!!

Taylor’s knee connects, with Legion’s chest…catching her in mid-air and hooking her leg before throwing her up and catching her on his shoulders.

Dollar: Legion caught Taylor’s TKO! He prevented it….and now he’s throwing Chase up into the Misery!

Taylor goes airborne and comes back towards Legion, who catches her…or more accurately…find himself caught…caught around the neck. Chase snaps back into the Taylor-Made….The reverse STO is delivered…not just planting Legion’s face into the canvas…but into the knee brace!

Dollar: Taylor-Made…Taylor-Made onto that knee brace!

Legion’s face ricochets from the knee brace and he flops onto his back with Chase throwing herself on top of him.

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Every fan in attendance either drops to their knees in disbelief or suffers an attack of hypoxia as Legion throws his shoulder from the canvas a millisecond….too late….Everyone reacts as loud as they can to the sight of Taylor Chase retaining the World Heavyweight Championship.

Dollar: I….I….I….WOW! Just wow.

Susie: WE HAVE A WEINER!

A standing ovation is given by everyone who is still capable of standing….and neither Legion nor Taylor can count themselves amongst them. After enduring the most physical bout of either of their careers, they just lay there, twitching….and savoring every breath drawn into their deflated lungs.

Dollar: Absolutely amazing…amazing match between Taylor Chase and Legion for the World Championship…and at the end of the night….that knee brace…and the Taylor-Made proved to at long last be the undoing of the malicious Legion.

Susie: I need a cold shower, STAT!

And everyone else needs oxygen, post-haste.

Taylor, who underwent absolute hell here tonight, finally manages to turn to her stomach, crawling across it towards the turnbuckle. She grabs the ropes in desperation, pulling herself up ever so slowly. Nothing in her body is cooperating at this point, not her limbs, not her lungs, and not her brain. Every movement is based on raw instinct and raw instinct alone.

Dollar: Taylor Chase endured here tonight…endured the wrath of a monster….endured the test of her will….the test of her knee…the test of everything she has inside to emerge with the World Heavyweight Championship.

Chase is just about to lose her footing when….

STATIC

The lights dim into total darkness.

Dollar: Oh no-oh no-oh no….Not now….Don’t tell me another moment is about to be ruined.

Susie: I really…really wish someone would stop playing with the light switches.

After a prolonged exposure to the dark, the lights suddenly rise to find Chase leaning against the corner and staring to the center of the ring where Legion is standing…standing with the World Heavyweight Title hanging from his palm.

Dollar: Oh gosh….Legion has recovered and he has the World Heavyweight Title.

Susie: This is like Taylor being thrown into a den of lions…she has no more defenseless left….She is entirely at the mercy of the Black Crusade.

All eyes wait for Legion to decimate Taylor in retaliation of his loss this evening. They don’t have to wait long, as Legion looks down at the belt in his hand then steps towards Chase.

Susie: Run Taylor RUN!

She can’t…nor does she need to….because Legion isn’t extending his hands to destroy….he is holding out the World Heavyweight Title and placing it over Chase’s shoulder.

Dollar: WHAT!?! Legion is showing respect to Taylor?

Susie: Amazgeous!

Dollar: Stop combining words already.

Susie: I’ll stop as soon as I get my glittery pony God dammit!

Legion backs away from a stunned Taylor, and allows her to have her moment in the spotlight….a moment she earned through doing what nobody thought she was capable of…defeating the gravest threat…the most menacing peril…the most unstoppable force in all of wrestling. The ring is vacated by this masked creature….allowing Taylor to step to the center of the ring, drop to her knees and hold the World Title aloft. An explosion of confetti shoots from the rafters, raining down upon the ring while pyrotechnics spark from the turnbuckles, shooting into the air.

Dollar: Invictus culminates to this moment…..After one of the wildest rides in IWC history, Taylor Chase retains the World Championship.

Susie: This night has been GOAT, Johnny, total GOAT….greater than a reunion for the cast of Golden Girls….reanimated corpses included.

Dollar: Legion and Taylor Chase cap off the biggest night in IWC history…with Taylor retaining the title over the mightiest threat she’s ever faced.

Susie: I believe she has finally…at long last proven…that she TRULY deserves that World Title.

Dollar: But it took everything…everything Taylor had to do it!

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Replays track the hard-fought confrontation between Chase and Legion…starting with the Five Finger Crawl being locked in on Taylor, transitioning into the World Champion nailing a reverse neckbreaker upon her challenger across the barricade, seguing into Tay attempting the TKO only to crash into the turnbuckle…and this was just the tip of the iceberg. We also see Silas Mason getting involved after Legion hit his first Misery…..then we see Taylor’s knee being beaten by her protective brace…and Chase using that same steel apparatus to pulverize the Challenger.

Dollar: These two absolutely tore each other to pieces over the World Heavyweight Title. With Taylor’s knee brace even being ripped off and used a weapon.

Susie: Which came back to be Legion’s detriment.

Legion is shown countering an attempted TKO and pushing Chase up into position for another Misery only to suffer the Taylor-Made, planting her face into the steel knee brace, which set up her win….the biggest of her career.

The crowd is still frothing at the mouths as Taylor is being held in the air by a recovered Orlando Cruze. His arms are wrapped around her waist, giving her a huge celebratory hug.

Dollar: And now the Icon returns to commemorate this moment with his wife.

Susie: He knows Tay just overcome the greatest threat, and all the critics she’s encountered since winning that Championship.

Orlando and Taylor aren’t the only ones celebrating this momentous occasion…as Silas Mason and Kelcey Wallace occupy the stage, absorbed into this splendid event.

Cruze finally drops Taylor, who steps across the ring, climbs a turnbuckle and lifts the gold above her head.

Dollar: What a night….what a match…what a moment….Thank you all for joining us…joining us here for Invictus!

The title remains high above Taylor’s head as Orlando finds himself joined by Kathryn Pearson, Broderick Chase and a slew of his daughters…all being showered by confetti and everyone at once unleashing a chant of ‘I DID IT!’

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