Riot 19

Silas: Now you listen here baby-doll, Silas and fly boy got things under control tonight….

Silas Mason, cell-phone in hand and back to Scott Cannon who is seated on a sofa, ATTEMPTS to put to ease the mind of the client. Taylor Chase WON’T be calmed, her rage filtering through the phone and into Silas’ ear, actually forcing him to hold it away from his face.

Silas: Ya need to trust Silas when he tells ya that he’ll avenge cue ball.

The wanton and total destruction of Orlando Cruze remains a hot button topic, and Silas just keeps on pressing it.

Silas: Ya jus take it easy tonight, and we’ll handle things.

The call is ended and Silas tests to make sure he wasn’t rendered deaf by engaging Scott in conversation.

Scott: She sounded pissed mate. I could hear her from all the way over here.

Silas: Bitches. They get waaaaay too emotional.

Scott: Can you blame her for being upset? Sinistry almost killed her husband two weeks ago….and now you’re telling her to sit at the hospital instead of coming here to take revenge on those responsible.

Silas: There’s a reason for that fly boy. I can’t go riskin’ baby doll gettin’ her hands on baby brown tonight.

There is a smile forming over Silas’ face at the mention of Katelyn Buehler.

Scott: What exactly is going on with Katelyn Buehler, Silas?

Silas: Some things ya gotta play close to the chest…real…real close.

Silas’ gloved palm taps the area over his heart, or at least where a heart SHOULD be.

Scott: Fair enough Silas, but at the very least will you tell me what you have planned to counter these ‘RUMORS?’

Silas: Rumors?

Scott: People are talking, Kloe Masters for instance, telling everyone that we could have been there for Orlando on the last Riot, and could have prevented his crucifixion. They’re seeing right through your ploy.

Silas: OUR ploy fly boy. Don’t forget, YOU knew cue ball was set up to take the fall on Riot too. But relax, baby doll ain’t gonna catch one whiff of this stink coming from Kloe’s mouth. All she is gonna see tonight, is YOU being her white knight.

Scott: How so?

Silas: First, ya gotta take care of this Lethal Weapon fella.

Scott: Oh?

Silas: Yep, might not look too good in baby doll’s eyes if yer havin a beef with her husband’s best friend. And while yer doin’ that I’ll be gatherin our forces to strike at the Sinistry.

Scott: Okay. You want me to get Kraven and Lohan….?

Silas: Nah, they already know what’s required of them tonight. I’m talkin’ bout the new blood I’ve brought in…..reinforcements if ya will.

A knock suddenly comes at the door to the dressing room.

Silas: Speakin of which…

Mason and Cannon turn towards the door.

Silas: Come on in baby red.

Holy mother of God…ANGELICA JONES…yes THAT Angelica Jones steps into the room.

Silas: Welcome baby red.

Angelica: Well….I’m here….

Silas: Not a second too late, baby red. Now let’s talk bout our plans for tonight.

Angelica: Sure.

Silas and Angelica begin to step aside with Scott following.

Silas: Whoa-whoa-whoa, where ya goin’ fly boy?

Cannon stops once a palm presses to his chest.

Silas: Ya only need to concern yerself with one thing. Makin’ peace with that Lethal Weapon feller.

Scott: Peace?

Just like two weeks ago the viewers are privy to a vehicle arriving in the parking lot…only this time it’s not a white van used to transport someone to a mental health facility. This particular vehicle takes individuals to a far more permanent location. The parking lot is now occupied by a hearse, one that remains to be filled.

The SIN show intro video plays as a Rammstein inspired tune highlights the exploits of all those ensnared in the Sinistry sphere of influence. There’s Aiken Frost raising the burning Mnooseville Charter…Rachel Frost delivering the Boot Licker….Chris Davids connecting with an axe kick on Mr. Hush…and if these visuals aren’t chaotic enough for you, we now get treated to images of Jessica Wilde delivering the frog splash onto the hand of Katelyn Buehler….Decay and Jed Wayne delivering stereo chokeslams on Taylor Chase….Jaina Frost diving onto the back of Lucas Knight and latching on like a spider monkey….Then there’s Rachel Foxx looking towards the rafters where Kitty Buehler has been crucified….Mya Denton smirking diabolically at ringside….Katelyn Buehler delivering the KTFO on Taylor Chase….and at long last we see Ba’al, the World Heavyweight Champion standing alongside his sister Jaina as he raises the title aloft.

Leviticus: Ladies-ladies-ladies….I hope you all have a bib ready, because each and every one of you are about to be drooling over the most sensual wrestler on the planet…

Those female fans in attendance were really-really hoping that Leviticus wasn’t talking in the third person, that he wasn’t doing some self-aggrandizing, but if they expected anything less out of the Most Loved Man on the planet they were sadly-SADLY mistaken. Speaking of sad, Leviticus couldn’t have doused himself in anymore baby oil, glowing as he steps back and forth in the ring. With one hand he grips a microphone, and with the other he clutches the wrist of his girlfriend Caitlyn. The two stand right in the middle of the squared circle, subject of the bright lights shining down on them and the hate the crowd throws Levi’s way.

William Mayne: Welcome to the wonderful world of SIN….

Suzanne Moore: Yay! I’m excited, are you excited, William?

Mayne: Thrilled, especially at the prospect of yet another SACRIFICE going down here tonight, just like the one that befell Orlando Cruze two weeks ago.

Moore: Let’s not think of the future or the past, let’s focus on the here and the now, because the greased up deaf guy from that Seth McFarlene cartoon is in the ring making some kind of challenge.

Mayne: Actually that’s Leviticus, but he is pretty greased up…so greased up in fact he’d make a piece of Kentucky Fried Chicken envious.

The amount of oil he’s drenched himself in is irrelevant, what does take precedence are the words that Leviticus directs towards an increasingly aggravated populace.

Leviticus: You won’t have to sit through any mind numbing, tedious drama, waiting for a fleeting glimpse of your beloved Leviticus, because I’m giving each of you the distinct honor of seeing me right NOW. There’s a reason for me to be here though, that goes beyond just making the dreams of all my fans come true. The Most Loved Man on the planet isn’t about to be chased all over the building tonight by the Black Crusade. I’m not about to live in fear of what those loony tunes have in store for me. Leviticus refuses to be a victim, you hear me, I REFUSE TO BE A VICTIM! Hence why I have my pepper spray and my rape whistle handy.

Caitlyn holds them up for confirmation purposes.

Leviticus: But that’s not all Leviticus has brought with him tonight….

A Wal-Mart shopping bag sits in the corner of the ring before finding its way into Leviticus’ palms. He rips away the plastic and reveals what was stored inside, what looks to be a title belt…yes…that’s exactly what is…a championship belt.

Leviticus: Desmond Drake, prepare to have your announcement about the creation of the Queen of the Ring Championship totally trumped, because I’m here to let the whole wide world get a glimpse of the REAL title that is about to be trending worldwide.

The gold….or imitation gold….is raised by the leather…or imitation leather.

Leviticus: What many of you may not know is that there is a relatively under the radar wrestling alternative out there known as the ALANA STARR WRESTLING FEDERATION, and in my hand is that company’s most prestigious title….the Alana Starr North American Atlantic Coast Continental Light Cruiserweight Championship…

He gets so out of breath after reciting the name of the gold that he requires the inhaler currently being fished from Caitlyn’s pocket. After giving it a quick puff, Levi finds the oxygen to continue running his trap, the Marketing Guru doing everything in his power to get his client, Alana Starr’s name out there.

Leviticus: This is a belt that I proudly defend on a bi-monthly basis, but only on Sundays, and not during football season, and never during Ramadan. Yet even with those restrictions, I still came here tonight with the intention of defending my championship against my opponent this evening, a member of the very group that has been stalking me ever since Extreme Fury, I’m talking of course about Silence and the Black Crusade.

There is a radical change in the crowd’s tune, the fans expressing joy. The adulation the fans show for the Black Crusade prompts Leviticus to stop desperately inhaling air and instead to hold his breath entirely.

Leviticus: Like I said, I was GOING to defend my belt against Silence in an attempt to smooth things over between us, but now I’ve got a better idea. Instead of rewarding Silence for her stalking, I’m going to give someone else a coveted opportunity to face me for this tile. If someone…ANYONE backstage offers me their services as a bodyguard, I will defend the Alana Starr North American Atlantic Coast Continental Light Cruiserweight Championship against them.

Moore: Wow, that’s a big announcement, and that’s a pretty belt too. If it weren’t made of tin I could probably see my reflection in it.

Mayne: Leviticus will really go to ANY lengths to find some protection from the Black Crusade won’t he? For weeks he’s tried to get Adam Chase, his agent, to sign a bodyguard for him, and he even brought Piddle out last week to watch his back, but that didn’t work either. His desperation is really showing.

Moore: I’ll be his bodyguard if he lets me wear the title.

Mayne: As long as you don’t mind having a green ring left around your waist from the imitation gold you should be fine.

After taking a few moments to take another hit from an inhaler, Leviticus’ lungs at last cooperate with him.

Leviticus: Now I know everyone is fighting and clamoring for this AMAZING opportunity, but I’m only going to defend this title against ONE person, so….

As the drone of Fever Ray’s “If I Had a Heart” begins, the lights dim as the enigmatic woman known as Silence walks out onto the stage. Her distinctive one-eyed crown of thorns and halo mask design appear on the Carteltron as the woman herself appears. She steps through curtains flanked by Mr. Hush and Al. The trio embark in the direction of the ring where Levi is increasing his tight grasp on his ‘championship.’

Moore: Growl.

Mayne: Calm yourself, Suzanne.

Moore: After Silence misted me four weeks ago, and then I was attacked by that reptile up there in those waiting pools beside the stage, how do you expect me to keep calm?

Mayne: You can’t let the Black Crusade get under your skin, like they’ve gotten under Leviticus’.

Moore: Oh they won’t get to me, because I’m taking the battle to them tonight. You just wait and see what Suzanne Moore does to the Black Crusade in retaliation.

Mayne: No good can come of this.

The above ground pools in place for the Summer Extravaganza Tour eluded to by Suzanne, bubble slightly in response to the arrival the Black Crusade. These three aren’t about to continue listening to Leviticus drone on so endlessly, they head for the ring where competition awaits.

SILENCE VS. LEVITICUS

Mr. Hush and Al pause at ringside while Silence goes rolling into the ring, leaps to her feet and scowls at the title bearer cowering before her.

Mayne: We were scheduled for a Leviticus, Silence, one on one encounter, looks like we’re getting it right out of the gates.

Moore: How come nobody has taken Levi up on his title offer yet? Everyone should be jumping at this opportunity for a championship match.

Mayne: If the belt were made of actual gold, and wasn’t covered in ketchup stains, I’m sure more people would be willing to fight for it.

Moore: Well it’s glittery, kinda, that should be more than enough reason for someone to challenge for it.

Official Ingelson, recovered from the big boot he received from Aerik Walker two weeks ago, chimes the bell to get this contest underway. Instead of starting with a traditional test of strength, or some redundant chain wrestling, Levi extends his Alana Starr title across his palms and races forward to smash it against Silence’s face. Instead he connects with her boots though, because Silence leaves her feet, wedges them against Leviticus’ stomach and drops back, catching him with a monkey flip. He soars through the air, crashes to his backside and then screeches in pain, possibly suffered a cracked coccyx.

He rolls to the outside of the ring, leaving his title in the ring, and then drops to the mats where he continues to rub his swelling bum.

Mayne: This match not starting out too well for Levi.

Moore: Champions don’t deserve to be treated like this.

Leviticus collects himself at ringside and Silence collects the title belt from the canvas. She examines it closely, gets a sniff of it and the recoils in disgust.

Silence: Is that cottage cheese?

The smelly title is tossed to Ingelson, who carries it towards the corner. In the process of disposing of the championship, the ref turns his back on Leviticus.

Mr. Hush takes advantage of the situation at ringside by delivering an ass punch on Levi that has the Marketing Guru leaping into the air and unleashing a blood curdling scream. All the while Caitlyn is watching from the opposite side of the ring with her face buried in her palm. Currently Levi’s ass-cheeks are buried in his own palms, soothing his shattered glutes.

He rolls back into the ring at this point and now it’s his taint that suffers, stepping forward into an atomic drop delivered by Silence. The collision with the knee has Levi leaping back, rubbing his genitals and then receiving a series of palm thrusts, slaps, chops, rapid fire blows delivered from every conceivable angle. Try as he may Leviticus cannot defend himself against these shots, which eventually culminate to a snapmare followed by a running kick right between his shoulder blades.

Moore: Come on Leviticus, if I believe in him that will give him the power to resurge right?

Mayne: He’s not tinker-bell, Suzanne.

Leviticus turns over to his knees and finds some of Silence’s directed into his face. She takes him around the back of the head, launching kneecap after kneecap straight into Levi’s beautiful mug, inflicting some serious head trauma. Silence then turns around, rushes into the ropes, ricochets off the ropes and uses the momentum from the ropes to lunge into a front dropkick that nails Levi under the chin.

He goes rolling across the canvas clutching at his face and then clutching at the cables, using them to stand up. Silence, claws extended, steps forward to employ her sharpened nails as weapons to carve Leviticus’ face only for him to reach to the outside of the ring, grab the rape whistle out of Caitlyn’s hand and blow it to near eardrum popping force.

Silence steps back, palms cupping her ears, causing her to be unable to defend herself from the blow directed at her mid-section. Leviticus manages to rush in and nail a running knee to her abs, doubling Silence over and subjecting her back to the axehandle that follows. Silence falls to her knees and Leviticus then uses his own to deliver a running strike to the side of her head.

Mayne: Running knee to the head and now Leviticus has got Silence in dire straits.

Moore: I think it’s all because of the baby oil.

The collisions to the body and face have Silence in pretty awful shape, hence why she is grabbing at official Ingelson’s pants and using the referee to reach her feet. Leviticus then comes sashaying in, wedging his hands to Silence’s back, shoving her forward into the ropes and causing her to ricochet towards him, getting caught around the waist then rolled over into a pin. Silence ends up folded beneath Leviticus who sits down on her rump and goes for the pin.

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Silence kicks out and sends Leviticus staggering forward into the ropes, bouncing off and coming back into the Black Crusade member, who catches him with a roll up. Leviticus ends up folded beneath Silence who sits down on his rump and goes for the pin.

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Leviticus kicks out, shooting Silence off and into the ropes. Her chest bounces off and her body stumbles back into Leviticus, who sits up and wraps his arms around her waist. He drops back for that same roll up pin only to have Silence twist her body around and drop knees first into his shoulders, pinning them to the canvas while hooking her arms around the creases of Leviticus’ knees.

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Leviticus sits up and sends Silence dropping over to her back, her legs draped over Levi’s shoulders, who leans into the creases of the knees for the pin.

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Not only does Silence kick out but she rolls completely over backwards and then rushes with both boots aimed for the same chin she demolished with them earlier. This time Levi has it scouted though, lunging to his feet, catching Silence’s legs and then shouting for the giant swing.

Mayne: Silence about to be swung…Some people have all the fun.

Levi lifts up on the legs and then begins to twist in circle after circle after circle, swinging Silence through the air.

Moore: I’m already getting dizzy.

Mayne: Well you did spin in your chair for thirty five minutes before the show started, Suzanne.

Although Leviticus makes several revolutions the end result is NOT what he was anticipating. Silence sits up, reaches out, and wraps her arm around Levi’s neck. She then frees her legs, drops down to her feet and ultimately launches herself back up into the air for a tornado DDT. However, Leviticus wedges his hands to her gut, holding her up into the air and keeping her from dropping back into the maneuver. Instead the two go spiraling around and around and around with Silence still clamping onto the front headlock and Leviticus getting more and more disorientated. The stalemate ends when Silence drops to her feet unable to connect with the DDT. Though dazed, Silence still rushes forward and gets caught with a small package into the pin.

Ingelson has just dropped to the canvas and is on the brink of making the count before Silence reverses the small package into one of her own. But her reversal is reversed, then Leviticus’ counter is countered. This continues to happen with both athletes rolling in circle after circle across the canvas, going from one small package to another.

Moore: I’m gonna vomit.

Mayne: All this spinning is even making me sick.

Moore: I haven’t been this ill since I ate at Bennigan’s.

Mayne: Suzanne, there are no more Bennigans.

Moore: Oh, then maybe that’s what got me so sick.

At last the small packages cease and now both combatants scramble to their feet with Leviticus charging forward into Silence’s shoulders. She shows her freakish strength by muscling Levi into the air and then performing the airplane spin.

Mayne: And it just keeps getting worse.

Moore: Somebody get me a waste bucket out here STAT, I’m so going to hurl.

Silence makes about half a dozen rotations before Leviticus manages to slip off of her shoulders, land behind her back and then lift his fist to deliver a punch. He swings for one of the seven Silence’s he’s currently seeing, but he only connects with one of the opponent’s his dizzy eyes have manifested, not his actual target. After throwing the punch Leviticus trips over his own feet and hits the canvas. Silence looks to take advantage, rushing across the canvas and delivering the front dropkick right into a turnbuckle that couldn’t be any further away from Levi.

Mayne: Levi and Silence have dizzied each other to such an extreme they don’t even know where they are at the moment.

Moore: They dizzied me too.

Mayne: But your ALWAYS dizzy, Suzanne.

Though Leviticus and Silence couldn’t be anymore disorientated, they stagger to the center of the ring throwing off balanced punches at multiple phantom figures. Eventually they meet in the center of the ring and Levi manages to launch his forehead into Silence’s eye…ugly but effective. The blow stumbles the masked Black Crusade member and Leviticus catches her around the neck, setting up for the Righteous Cleansing. The flip over swinging neckbreaker is about to connect but Silence swings out of it, turns her side to her opponent and goes for the Mephisto Waltz.

The superkick aimed at his throat is avoided thanks in large part to the fact that Leviticus just straight up falls on his butt thanks to dizziness. Silence drops her boot, barely catching herself then begins to claw at absolutely everything, swinging her fingernails wildly through the air.

Mayne: We’re still seeing the effects of this dizziness.

At last Silence’s slashing causes her to stagger back into Levi, who on mere instinct hooks her thigh and pulls her over into the school boy.

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Even though she is highly discombobulated Silence manages to get a shoulder up. She drops over to her feet then leaps from them at the seated Leviticus, nailing him with the Radiant Sorceress.

Moore: Now I’m sick for an entirely different reason.

Mayne: Yes, any semblance of success from the Black Crusade sickens me as well.

The shining wizard connects and now Silence crawls into the lateral press.

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All the baby oil in the world couldn’t save Leviticus here tonight, falling prey to the Radiant Sorceress and the pinfall that followed it. He remains stretched over his back, eyes fluttering in an attempt to stave off unconsciousness.

Mayne: A valiant effort this evening by Leviticus, but dizziness mixed with that blow to the head was too much for him to overcome.

Moore: I might cry, just like the time I watched Babe Pig in the City. Why do they let people make sequels? Why?

Mayne: Well in Leviticus’ case I bet he doesn’t want there to be a sequel to this match.

And if the Black Crusade have their way, there won’t be anything left of Leviticus TO have a match….like…ever again. He lays stretched across his back holding his jaw while the Black Crusade begin to circle him like Indians gathered around a wagon train. Is it racist to make comparisons like that now?

Leviticus has no idea the plight that is about to befall him at the hands of the Black Crusade, who FINALLY have him precisely where they want him. They begin to approach on all sides before stopping just shy of their prey, their attention shifting to the man who just jumped the barrier and now slides into the ring. P Clarence Whitman III charges in behind the trio of athletes presently reaching out for Levi.

Whitman: Gentlemen and lady…

Silence, Mr. Hush and Al twist towards Clarence, who occupies the apron flailing his arms through the air.

Whitman: We must speak before security dispatches me from the building.

Moore: Why is HE here?

Mayne: Security really is getting lazy if they’re letting FANS reach the ring. And that’s all P Clarence Whitman III is now, a FAN.

Moore: Indeed, because I made sure he STAYED unemployed when I cost him the Tag Team Titles last week….Is now a good time for a diabolical big meanie laugh?

Mayne: I think it just might be.

Moore: Excellent. Myaaaahehehehehohoho.

Mayne: Still needs work.

The Black Crusade give into Clarence’s request for an audience.

Whitman: We must discuss how you intend to get me reinstated.

Before Silence or Al can discuss any such plans, security comes rushing down the ramp, going right after Whitman.

Mayne: FINALLY!

At the first glimpse of trouble Whitman takes his leave from the apron.

Whitman: We shall discuss this later, yes?

The shrugs he gets in return are not definitive answers, but Whitman will have to settle for uncertainty. He JUST manages to duck the inbound arms of a security guard who attempts to catch hold of him. He then drops to his hands and knees, crawling right through another security guard’s legs. Then Whitman leaps to his feet and scurries up the ramp, security pursuing yet getting no closer to wrangling him.

Mayne: Somebody catch Whitman already!

Moore: It’s like trying to catch a chicken….I tried it once after someone on a farm told me to grab their pecker….apparently I misunderstood them.

There is a huge response from the crowd at the sight of Kloe Masters making her way through the backstage corridor. The Riot soundtrack plays in the background as the incomparable NewAge General Manager and former Mrs. Orlando Cruze travels towards the ring. We not only hear music in the background but the words of the commentators.

Mayne: We go from bad to worse.

Moore: From worse to worser.

Mayne: Kloe Masters making the most foolish decision of her life by not only showing up here tonight, but by heading for the ring as well.

Moore: I hate stupid people.

Hype continues to build, suspense escalating as Kloe Masters marches towards the squared circle with a defiant gait and a fiery intensity in her eyes. The world is left to wonder as to what Kloe’s motivations are, but something tells them they will not have to wait to find out.

Upon returning from commercial we find Ba’al and his brother Aiken Frost looking quite dapper. They seem to be putting the finishing touches on their black attire, with Aiken assisting Ba’al in getting the knot in his tie just right. Ba’al returns the favor by means of brushing lint from his sibling’s shoulder. Though we’re given no explanation as to why these two are getting so dressed up, the commentators give into some idle conjecture, their speculation overheard in the background.

Mayne: Our masters are the constant fashion template.

Moore: I wonder what they’re getting all dressed up for. Could it….could it be a surprise birthday party for me? A whole eleven months early? You tricky bastards.

Mayne: I wonder if this has anything to do with that hearse we saw pull up in the parking lot at the start of the show.

Cameras return to the ring and find it already occupied by the NewAge General Manager Kloe Masters. In spite of having a pretty troubling and tiresome few weeks after her ex-husband and baby-daddy was beaten to within an inch of his life, she still finds cause to smile. Maybe it’s the favorable reaction she receives from the crowd, or more likely it’s the announcement she’s about to deliver.

Kloe Masters: Ladies and gentlemen….

The smile widens and the excitement builds.

Kloe: It is my absolute pleasure to introduce the newest signing to the IWC…..I give to you all…Leeeeethal WEAPON!

It’s time for things to go nutter butters. Hopefully the fans are wearing their depends, because they’re about to lose control of their bodily functions when “Back in the Game” blares through the speakers.

Mayne: And here I thought watching Silence and Leviticus spin in circles for a solid ten minutes made me sick.

Moore: This is a thousand-million-gagillion times worse. Quick, is there a number higher than gagillion?

Mayne: No, but I’m sure you’ll make one up.

The reaction intensifies as does the loss of bladder control, when the curtains part and Lethal Weapon makes his way to the stage then down the ramp. He has a self-assured smile on his face, displaying both arrogance and intensity all in one expression. The fans are absolutely soaking this up like an alcohol licking beer off a bar-top. They watch with captivated eyes and drooling mouths as Weapon marches up the steps and at last finds himself at home, within an IWC/SIN ring.

Moore: This is a mazillion times worse than the death of Bea Arthur.

Mayne: Do these two have a death wish?

Moore: I do, because I love Charles Bronson’s epic mustache. Wish I could have one, even splashed Rogaine on my upper lip once.

Mayne: I wasn’t referring to those ridiculously exploitative Bronson films, I’m talking about the fact that Weapon and Masters are doing nothing more than poking a bear with a stick by being out here after what they did, or at least TRIED to do to our Master on NewAge.

Moore: Yes, how dare Weapon try to run our beloved Ba’al down with a semi-truck.

Weapon doesn’t spend much time basking in any adulation, he’s all business this evening, hence why he already has the microphone in his hand, employing it to convey thoughts, no matter how harsh they may be.

Weapon: I take it you people are happy to see me?

Hells to the yes….

Weapon: The feeling is mutual. Not that I suffer from low self-esteem or anything but I do LOVE to hear your reactions. Even from that guy back there holding up the “Weapon’s My Granddad” poster…..hey bud.

Weapon waves to said fan who hops around excitedly upon getting recognition.

Weapon: But I’m not here to have my ass kissed, or to kiss any asses. I’m here to KICK some asses. I’ve sat back waaaaay too long, trusting my lawyers to handle the particulars of my contract signing with the IWC, and it cost my friend dearly. Instead of being here to watch the back of my former pupil and good bud, Orlando Cruze, I was sitting at home listening to my lawyers talk about dollar figures, yearly pay increases, yadda-yadda. I put entirely too much faith in my lawyers to work out the particulars of my deal, and now Orlando is lying in a hospital bed fighting for his life because I didn’t handle contract negotiations myself. But when I sat at home watching Riot last week, I realized it was time to finally get off my ass, get back into this game, fire all the lawyers, and sign a contract that would allow me to not only ensure that what happened to Orlando never happens again, but to punish those responsible for what happened to him two weeks ago.

That smile on Kloe’s face increases to the point where her cheeks are about to burst.

Weapon: Ever since Orlando was a teenager he supported me, hell, he damn near worshipped me, and now it’s time to show that his devotion wasn’t misplaced. It’s time for me to be the hero that Orlando grew up idolizing, and it’s going to start tonight when I take out everyone who put their mitts on Cruze. So you can consider me the long arm of the law, and the right hand of justice…and justice is coming for you, Sinistry, starting with Hurse here tonight, who has been lined up as the patsy to take a Golden Bullet. And then when I’m through breaking him in half with the spear, I’ll be coming for Ba’al, I’ll be coming for Rachel Frost, I’ll be coming for Katelyn Bueh….

Scott: Excuse me mate.

Scott Cannon has no qualms about cutting off Weapon, and shows even less trepidation about making his way down the ramp towards the ring.

Mayne: This is gonna get explosive.

Moore: Just like my stomach after eating at Chipotle.

The fans harass the man who has made his way to the ring, with Scott coming within inches of Weapon’s face. Their snarling noses are separated by mere centimeters, and their close proximity to one another results in the reddening of their flesh and the dancing of the veins in their temples.

Scott: Before you get the wrong idea I fully support your move to take out the Sinistry, but what I can’t get over is the fact that you put your hands on me at NewAge.

Weapon smirks.

Scott: You had NO provocation to assault me, mate.

Weapon: That’s where your wrong…mate. I said I was going to punish everyone responsible for what happened to Orlando Cruze, and YOU are just as culpable as the Sinistry.

Kloe supports every word uttered by Weapon with a nod of her head.

Weapon: You turned your back on Orlando when he needed your help the most. You and the rest of Silas World abandoned the Icon when you were right there at ringside during his fight with the Sinistry and could have saved him.

Scott: Tay’s well-being took precedence. Orlando would have wanted Silas World to find her and make sure she was protected.

Weapon: Listen, I don’t know you all too well, Scott, but I can already tell that your full of shit.

The crowd agrees, cheering loudly, resulting in Cannon rolling his eyes.

Weapon: You know damn well that you weren’t out to protect Orlando’s wife last week, that you were out to make sure Cruze was destroyed in the middle of this ring.

Scott: Your right about one thing, Mr. Weapon. You don’t know me, so I would suggest that you stop implying that you know my motivations.

Weapon: Listen bud…

Scott: No, you need to listen…

Any sense of decorum is quickly being lost the longer the two exchange words…bringing them closer and closer to exchanging fists.

Scott: We ALL feel horrible about what happened to Orlando last week…

Scott feigns wiping a tear from under his STILL swollen eye.

Scott: I will do everything…EVERYTHING in my power to make Taylor happy. I would sacrifice myself to see her husband avenged. So Mr. Weapon, perhaps you would be better served to go back to sitting at home instead of lashing out at those who are only trying to aid Taylor….

Weapon: You know, you sure do spend a lot of time talking about Orlando’s wife.

Another libelous insinuation that has Scott silently steaming.

Weapon: Something going on there that we need to talk about?

Scott: My relationship with Taylor is of none of your concern, mate, so keep her name off your tongue.

Weapon: Seems to me it’s your tongue that spends a little too much time on Orlando’s wife.

Lethal makes this statement while smirking right into Cannon’s face. The impulsive Scott loses control of his senses, delivering a straight slap right across Weapon’s cheek.

Moore: GOLLY!

Mayne: Scott just nailed Weapon with a bitch-slap!

Moore: Lethal got what he deserved. I don’t like him, he’s a bully, and his nose has its own zip code.

Before Lethal has the chance to react in violent fashion, Cannon rolls to the outside of the ring.

Jaina: Greetings Weapon….

It takes only the sound of Jaina Frost’s voice to break Weapon’s focus from Scott’s slap. Both he and Kloe shift their attention towards Jaina occupying the stage, holding a microphone in one hand and a long black dress in the other, keeping it from dragging across the stage. Oddly enough Jaina is peeking out from behind a dark veil.

Mayne: It’s Jaina…and just like her brothers, she’s all dressed up tonight as well.

Moore: But Jaina never slums it, she always looks like she just stepped off the pages of Marie Claire.

Mayne: She’s outdid herself tonight. Wonder what gives with all these fashion upgrades by the Frost family?

If Jaina thinks that Weapon will give her a free pass based on her sex, she’s got another thing coming…and that thing might be a Golden Bullet. Wisely she stays away from the ring, and has brought along some protection to ensure she does not fall victim to Lethal’s deadly spear. Jed Wayne and Decay stand behind her back, with her family servant bedecked in a tuxedo, and Rachel Frost’s associate wearing a sleeveless shirt with a tuxedo drawn upon it. And if that isn’t enough protection, we also have a huge, brawny figure standing behind Wayne and Decay, adorned not in a tux, but a SIN security t-shirt.

Mayne: Even the muscle behind the Sinistry is dressed up tonight.

Moore: I love Jed Wayne’s suit the best.

Jaina: First, the Frost family would like to say to you, Lethal Weapon, WECLOME TO SIN!

This insincere welcome has the gait of Weapon’s pacing intensifying.

Jaina: Welcome to our home, Weapon. We truly hope you enjoy your stay here, though if you intend on sticking around I would suggest a little less of the attempted vehicular manslaughter silliness. Take it down a notch, Mr. Weapon.

Weapon won’t calm and won’t back down even if his blood pressure is surging to near stroke levels.

Jaina: You’re behaving a little one flew over the cockoo’s nest. That does not make a good impression on your new employers, Mr. Weapon…tisk, tisk.

Weapon knows just what type of impression he’d love to make on Jaina, a lasting one that shatters each of her ribs with his shoulder.

Jaina: And from the impression I have been given, it seems you rather enjoy violence. You have so much pint up aggression stored within just yearning to get out. Well, how about you allow the Sinistry to aid you….

Weapon: Funny, I was thinking the exact same thing.

Jaina: If you wish to fight, you shall do just that this evening in your scheduled return match against Hurse. Though, it seems that battling just one of our family’s minions is not enough to satisfy your wanton desire for pain. So this evening Hurse will be accompanied to the ring for his match by Decay and Jed Wayne.

Even this announcement fails to give Weapon cause for concern. Actually he salivates at the thought of even more Sinistry kindling being thrown on the fire.

Jaina: Let us find out what you are truly made of Mr. Weapon. Auf Wiedersehen.

The fashionable Frost and those assigned to protect her, pass through the curtains, Jed taking one last look at Weapon, the two conveying their thoughts with the absence of words, speaking through their eyes.

Mayne: We found out over the interwebs that Weapon was scheduled to face Hurse tonight, but what a wonderful wrinkle added by our beloved Jaina.

Moore: Both a prelude of what is to come at Reawakening Day when Hurse has Jed Wayne and Decay in his corner for the six person tag against the Blacklist, as well as a chance to conclude Weapon before he can ever find his footing here in SIN.

Tina Valentine has a look on her face like she was just asked to sit through a 24 Hour Marathon of the Joy Luck Club. Luckily she has one ear-bud stuffed in her earplaying some of her favorite audio tracks from the IPod hidden in her pocket, but the other ear is FORCED to listen to the words of Desmond Drake.

Drake: So Tina, we haven’t had many opportunities to talk since you debuted here in SIN…

Desmond never actually turns to address the woman seated in a chair in his office, instead Drake’s focus is on the mirror towering before him. Much like his Sinistry associates, Drake is in the process of getting himself dolled up. Some suspenders are pulled up and over Desmond’s shoulders, holding in place his black trousers. Now he leans as close to the mirror as possible to examine the gold tooth in his mouth and the stubble across his cheeks.

Drake:..which is surprising, because up until recently you’ve actually been a pretty valued member of our roster.

Tina: I’m sorry, but are you going to get anywhere close to making a point sometime this millennium?

Drake: Okay, you want to get straight to my reason for calling you here? I respect that.

Demsond turns towards a chair not occupied by Tina, but by his dark jacket. He takes it and slides it over his pint sized body.

Drake: You’re behavior during that ten person tag team match a few weeks ago caused you to fall out of favor with the Frost family, but I still think you have a lot of promise, hence why I’ve added you to the Queen of the Ring Championship match. Plus, I’m willing to give you quite the opportunity this evening.

Tina: You call being forced into the middle of a tag match where I’m teaming with Cassidy Cage, a major opportunity?

Drake: Absolutely. Because your opponents tonight happen to be two ladies who have proven quite the aggravation to our Sinistry forces. Two ladies who MUST be dealt with.

Tina: And I suppose you expect me to be the one who does said dealing?

Drake: If you want to remain in the Queen of the Ring Championship match at Reawakening Day, yes, that’s exactly what I expect of you.

Tina: I won’t be bullied, and I won’t be threatened.

Drake: I’m not bullying and I’m not threatening, I’m incentivizing. If you take care of my Mya Denton and Karen McBride problem tonight, I’ll make sure the Duchess truly does become a queen.

This promise is made as Drake continues to fix the collar of his jacket and examine his reflection in the mirror, making sure he looks perfect for what’s to come tonight.

The parking lot remains occupied by the hearse, but now there are several oddly attired individuals gathered around it. Gentlemen in black suits are currently pushing open the trunk of the hearse and extracting a casket from within it.

Though moments ago he was chased from the ring, now Clarence is scrambling back towards it. P Clarence Whitman III has somehow managed to elude security thus far, but who knows how much longer his luck can hold out. He jots around ringside, grabs a microphone and then slides into the squared circle, moving and speaking as quickly as possible.

Moore: Security STILL hasn’t caught Whitman.

Mayne: He’s harder to track down than Harrison Ford in the Fugitive.

Moore: I DON’T CARE…hehehehe, see what I just did there….I so Tommy Lee Jonesed the shit out of that.

Mayne: Yes you did, yes you did.

An alarmed Whitman constantly keeps his eyes on his surroundings, not knowing where security will come from next in an attempt to apprehend the FORMER SIN superstar.

Whitman: I’m afraid time is an issue, so I shall make this short. While I have this venue at my disposal I humbly request the presence of the Black Crusade so that the four of us can discuss how we can work together to ensure I am reinstated as an active roster member.

An out of breath Whitman, who seems to have an allergy to cardio, speaks as fast as his overexerted lungs will allow.

Whitman: Please Mr. Hush, please Silence, please Al, return to this ring at your earliest possible convenience and…

Leviticus: Whoa…whoa…whoa bro!

As if the crowd hasn’t already had enough of Leviticus, his girlfriend, his unscanctioned championship belt, and his gratuitous amounts of baby-oil, now they’re about to be treated to a second helping. Levi and Caitlyn step through the curtains and down the ramp.

Leviticus: You’re looking for a job? Let Captain Capitalism help.

The holder of the Alana Starr Title pauses alongside his lady at ringside.

Leviticus: You know the Black Crusade very well, so you’re just the man to protect me from them. I’m offering you a HUGE opportunity, Wiggy, an opportunity to be my own personal bodyguard? How about it? If you do this for me, I’ll give you a personally autographed copy of the Alana Starr autobiography. Actually it’s just a voided check she signed and forgot to bury deep enough in a trashcan to keep me from reaching it….but it’s STILL a collector’s item. So what say you, Whitman, you on board to be my bodyguard, or what?

Whitman only needs to contemplate this for a second.

Whitman: You daft fool. I would never in a million years consider your offer.

Mark: LEVI!

Leviticus almost lunges right out of his excessively tight wrestling trunks. He spins around and eyeballs Mark O’Brian storming towards the ring, one hand free in order to tear Levi’s spine out through his mouth and the other hand squeezing the microphone to the point it might explode in his palm. Obviously Mark harbors some ill will towards the man who caused him to be eliminated from the ten person tag at Extreme Fury, and he has YET to avenge that elimination, even though he’s been chasing Leviticus for weeks.

Mark: I’ve let you slip through my fingers for the last time. You have yet to answer for your actions at Extreme Fury, but that changes here tonight.

A horrified Leviticus finds himself in a very bad spot, with Mark drawing ever closer and all avenues of escape seemingly blocked. Levi and Caitlyn opt to slide into the ring, exactly where O’Brian wants them. But what Mark wasn’t counting on is the fact that his target has taken refuge behind the back of P Clarence Whitman III.

Leviticus: I don’t think so Mark, because if you want to get to me, you’re gonna have to go through my bodyguard.

Whitman spins around with his eyes opening as wide as his mouth.

Whitman: I NEVER…

Mark: Is that so Percival?

Once again Whitman spins a total 180 on his axis, continuing to run his mouth in vain.

Whitman: In no way did I ever concede to being Leviticus’ body….

Mark: I’m afraid then that I have some bad news for you, Clarence. Because I’m not about to let anyone stand between Leviticus and I any longer. If I have to go through you to get to him, it’s unfortunate, but it’ll have to be done.

Mark enters the ring and before Whitman can continue arguing his point he’s grabbed by the wrist and dragged forward into a short arm clothesline.

P CLARENCE WHITMAN III VS. MARK O’BRIAN

Mayne: It looks like we’ve got ourselves a match here, Suzanne.

Moore: Is it a match, or is it a fight?

Mayne: Good question, because last I checked, Whitman is still unemployed. So I guess this makes it unsanctioned.

Moore: Sure, why not.

Leviticus is increasingly thankful that he selected Whitman as his surrogate upon seeing Clarence being scoop slammed viciously against the canvas. Yet Levi will find no safety anywhere, not even at ringside, because now that Mark has laid out Clarence, there’s no one standing between he and his original target. O’Brian storms straight towards a back peddling Leviticus.

Mayne: Bad idea trusting Whitman to have your back, Leviticus.

Levi clinches his fists and raises them towards O’Brian, ready to defend himself if necessary. However, he drops any pretense of putting up a fight when Al and Mr. Hush emerge from the backstage area, descending towards the ring.

Moore: Booooo. Who invited the cast of Fat Albert out here again?

Mayne: This hodgepodge of oddities making another spectacle of themselves.

Once spotting the Black Crusade nearing the ring, Leviticus takes off in a hurry, leaping the barricade with Caitlyn at his side. The two rush away and leave Mark leaning through the cables, unable to exit the ring in time to cut off Leviticus’ escape.

Mark: You can’t run forever mate. I will catch you eventually.

But right now the only thing O’Brian catches is a straight punch to the jaw. He turns back towards the ring just in time for Whitman to slam a fist across his chin. He follows this up with a second shot and then a third, Clarence doing more than just defending himself.

Whitman: I have grown quite sick to my stomach at the sight of your family, O’Brian.

The repeated run ins with Sophie O’Brian, Mark’s sister, have left Whitman less that accommodating. Clarence is so worked up by these run-ins with the O’Brian’s that he delivers a knife edge chop, one stiff enough to send Mark staggering back. Clarence then takes him by the wrist and shoots him off across the ring and when Mark comes back in he’s nailed to the top of his skull with a running bionic elbow.

Mayne: Whitman a little worked up tonight.

Moore: Yeah, but only because he’s OUT of WORK! Hehehehe, see that, we so just played off of one another and it was brilliant.

Mayne: Sure it was Suzanne, sure it was.

Now that Whitman has Mark down his eyes avert towards the Black Crusade at ringside, seeking guidance. The trio has no real advice to give, so Clarence is left to his own devices, opting to go for of all things, a figure four leg lock. He lifts O’Brian’s legs into the air and steps around one of them only to have Mark get his other leg into the air, wedging a boot to Percival’s rear-end. Clarence is kicked off and sent charging into the ropes. He ricochets from the cables and comes back in at Mark, who stands in time to be hit with a diving headbutt to the abs. O’Brian staggers back, the air knocked from his lungs thanks to Whitman’s skull.

Clarence is surprised to have his opponent reeling, prompting him to rush into the ropes once again, bouncing off then leaping forward into a diving forearm smash only to have Mark catch him and reverse the move into a spinning powerslam.

Mayne: So much for that.

Moore: Nice try Clarence, but you fail yet again.

Whitman is given no time to clutch at his back, because Mark is already in the process of dragging him along to his feet, albeit hunched over. Mark holds him in this positon in order to drag his head under O’Brian’s seat then heave him up unto his shoulders. The crowd screeches as Mark races across the ring and prepares to throw Whitman into the corner via a running powerbomb. However, Whitman has no intention of falling prey to this move. He places his hands to the top of Mark’s head, then leaps it, landing on his feet behind O’Brian’s body then taking off into the cables. He ricochets off and comes back in with his elbow aimed at Mark’s head. The running bionic elbow leads to a waist lock and a release overhead belly to belly suplex, O’Brian flinging him half way across the ring via his counter.

Moore: DAZZLING!

Mayne: Devastating more like it.

Moore: Okay now security, you can finally come out of wherever your hiding and have Whitman removed.

Clarence shows just how much heart he has invested in this fight, determined to do whatever it takes to regain his employment. He grabs the ropes and employs them to reach his feet when O’Brian threatens to take him back down via the double axehandle smash over his upper back. Clarence goes twisting across the ring and falling against the turnbuckle while Mark rushes in and blasts him across the cheek with a forearm smash. He then rushes into the opposite corner, stomps his foot and gets a big running start behind a yakuza kick. The boot drills Whitman in the mug, knocking him off of his own feet and causing him to land on his seat, back unfortunately propped against the turnbuckle.

Mark then rushes into the opposite corner, slaps his knee and comes barreling back in. A running knee to the face demolishes Whitman and leaves him twitching across the canvas.

Moore: So much for all your heart and passion Whitman.

Mayne: It was probably just gas.

The blows to the skull leave Clarence near vegetative, but even with only a half functional brain Whitman has managed to coast through much of his life. He brandy numbed body begins to ascend only for O’Brian to shut him down. He applies a front chancery with one arm then delivers a clubbing blow with the other, bringing Clarence back down to his knee. Mark then pulls him up to his feet and heaves Clarence into the air, hanging him upside down. He prepares to deliver the jackhammer only for Clarence to shift his weight, his legs coming back down towards the canvas. But he doesn’t land on his feet, he comes down on his seat, dragging Mark’s chin down into the top of his head via a shocking jaw breaker.

Mayne: How the hell did Whitman luck his way into that?

Moore: Hit him harder Mark.

The shocking jaw breaker has Mark staggering back, eyes fluttering as he tries to stay conscious. Clarence once again employs his head to make this task far more difficult for his opponent, launching himself head first into a diving battering ram. His head connects…no…it’s caught. O’Brian catches Whitman around his inbound skull and then heaves him up into the air, countering into the jackhammer.

Mayne: That’s much better.

Moore: I haven’t felt this relieved since the morning after that huge glass of prune juice.

The canvas rattles thanks to Whitman’s vicious collision with it. Yet even after giving his opponent that nasty landing, Mark still isn’t finished, flinging his fist repeatedly into the face of the man who prevented his chance at revenge against Leviticus.

The punches only stop so that Mark can drag Whitman along to his feet, take him by the wrist, launch him off across the ring into the turnbuckle then back into the diagonal corner where Mark slaps his chest like a silverback. Mark rushes across the ring and leaves his feet, diving into a big splash that amazingly Clarence manages to avoid, resulting in O’Brian hitting the corner with enough force to knock the air from his body and send him staggering back into the waiting arms of his opponent. To everyone’s shock, Clarence attempts to get the Million Dollar Dream locked in.

Mayne: Oh God, not this horrible variant of a once credible submission hold.

O’Brian is just about to be choked out by a resolute Whitman only to have that resolve not only tested but broken. Mark drops to his knees and manages to snapmare Whitman over his head as Clarence tried to hold onto the submission. Whitman then goes rolling forward across the canvas into the turnbuckle, falling against it when Mark comes rushing in, leaves his feet and dives into a second big splash. This time Whitman gets his feet up, O’Brian crashing directly into them.

Both boots hit Mark’s chest with enough force to send him collapsing to his back. Clarence then steps forward, grabs O’Brian’s legs, steps around them and drops back, applying the figure four leg lock.

Mayne: Stop bastardizing classic submission holds Whitman!

Moore: He’s an all-around bastard. That mustache isn’t even detachable.

The figure four is locked in and Mark is sitting up on the canvas grimacing from the pain. The Black Crusade can see the pronounced expression of agony on O’Brian’s face, prompting them to nod approvingly. However, Whitman will need more than just nods to motivate him to win this contest, and more than just the figure four as well.

Sadly for Clarence, he got the hold applied too close to the ropes, Mark able to reach out and grab the bottom one with both hands. The official starts a five count, reaching four and causing Whitman to unleash the hold.

Moore: My pants are so filled with sweat right now after Whitman’s near win.

Mayne: Suzanne, that doesn’t smell like sweat.

After breaking the hold Clarence rolls along to his feet and then steps towards a rising O’Brian, reaching down for his legs. Mark thwarts this effort by blasting Clarence over the upper back with a forearm, then dragging his head under his seat and heaving him into the air for a running powerbomb. The move Mark failed to connect with earlier surely can’t be avoided again…or maybe it can. Whitman slips off of the shoulders at the last second, catches Mark around the neck on the way down, and lands on his feet, preparing to deliver a DDT.

That move is thwarted as well, Mark wedging his hands to Clarence’s gut and pushing him back into the turnbuckle only not with the power bomb he had intended. Once Whitman hits the corner, O’Brian hits Whitman with a big splash, FINALLY connecting.

Mayne: At last Mark hits the big splash.

Moore: I’m marking out yo.

The splash has Whitman looking debilitated to the point where he has no further defenses, his wrist taken and his body effortlessly pulled into O’Brian’s black hole slam. But wait, the Art of War is countered when Clarence manages to shockingly swing his body around, wrap his legs around Mark’s far arm and hook the other with the crease of his elbow, pulling O’Brian over into the crucifix pin.

Mark kicks out almost immediately, dropping over to his stomach in the process while Clarence transitions into the crippler crossface.

Moore: Oh no-oh no-oh no.

Mayne: Better start getting your mist ready, Suzanne.

Moore: That was actually Red Cream Soda I spit in Whitman’s eyes last week.

Mayne: Whatever it was, you better have some more handy, cause it looks like Whitman is about to earn a submission victory over O’Brian.

Mark’s hand lunges into the air, about to slap the canvas and give into the pain racing through his hyper-extended shoulder. But what exactly will a tap out accomplish considering that there is no official present to see it? So if a tap out happens without a referee, does it count?

Mayne: Mark’s about to tap…but will it be legal with Whitman not being a sanctioned wrestler?

Moore: No it won’t, plus there’s no referee in the ring to make it official.

As if on cue, a referee DOES arrive….Al and Mr. Hush gesture towards the back and Hellkat responds. She comes barreling down the ramp wearing a sleeves striped tank-top.

Moore: Oh for the love of Pete.

Mayne: Not this woman again. I swear if she shoves another monopoly real estate card in my face I’m going to throw a fit.

The reception is unreal as Hellkat in her striped jersey slides into the ring and calls for the bell to officially start this match.

Mayne: What is she doing?

Moore: Sinistry only knows.

The time keeper shakes his head, refusing to chime the bell, unsure if Hellkat is actually a member of the officiating staff or not. So Hellkat pulls double duty, playing the part of both referee AND time keeper. She rolls to the outside of the ring and snatches the bell right out of the keeper’s hands and hits it with a tiny hammer. The match is underway, but Hellkat isn’t through with the bell just yet. Something about the sounds of its chimes tantalizes Hellkat and prompts her to begin chiming it over and over and over again, playing the theme song to Green Acres.

Whitman’s face is a picture of confusion, his lack of awareness costing him dearly. O’Brian manages to get to his knees and eventually up to his feet, forcing Whitman to rise as well with the crossface still established. Mark then reaches back, wraps an arm around Clarence’s waist and heaves him up into the air, delivering a back breaker across his knee.

Mayne: Good going Hellkat.

Hellkat doesn’t even care what’s going on in the ring where Mark is now pinning Whitman. Instead of making the count, Hellkat continues playing TV theme songs with the ring-bell. At this point she’s playing the track to the Golden Girls.

Mayne: Would someone PLEASE throw some Meow Mix at Hellkat to get her to stop this.

Moore: I think she’s trying to hypnotize me with this music. But she doesn’t realize only violin music soothes my savage mind.

Mayne: Suzanne, I believe you’ve confused yourself with Frankenstein again.

Mark screams at Hellkat to get in the ring and make the count but Hellkat is rhythmically swaying to the tunes of the Family Matters TV show theme music she belts out on the ring bell.

O’Brian stands up in frustration, stepping towards the ropes, sticking his head through them and shouting at the mischievous Hellkitty. Now it’s Mark’s lack of awareness that proves costly, finding himself rolled up from behind into a school boy. At last Hellkat slides into the ring, and although she COULD make a count, she first gives Whitman a pat down, ensuring he has no hidden weapons

Whitman: Would you stop molesting me dear woman, and make the count?

Mark kicks out and sends Whitman twisting away from him, then eventually twirling right into a small package. Once again Hellkat does NOT make the count, instead she begins frisking O’Brian, ensuring he smuggles no foreign objects.

Mark: Take your bloody hands off of me.

The small package is broken as Mark gets to his feet in protest. Hellkat will not be dissuaded though, continuing to fill O’Brian up and eventually finding herself cupping Mark’s testicles.

Hellkat: And what are these young lady?

Mark: LADY!?!

Hellkat: Smuggling some type of fruit in here are we? Trying to sneak them past customs? Attempting to blast Whitman in his eyes with some type of sugary citrus? I won’t allow it.

Mark: Remove your hands from my testicles this instant.

Hellkat: Testicl….ooooh, you’re one of THOSE are you? Well, might I suggest going all the way with your sex change. I see you’ve already had the shaft removed, so you might want to do something about these testes.

O’Brian, who was already at an emotional extreme going into this match, loses all control of his senses, launching a giant lariat straight at Hellkat’s throat. The official ducks, Mark staggers, and Whitman lunges. Clarence takes hold of O’Brian’s arms and backslides him down to the canvas.

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At last Hellkat has made the three count, giving Whitman just the momentum boost he needed. The fans who were lost and heart-broken mere weeks ago at the sight of Whitman’s loss, stand and celebrate at this point. Many pick up the Whitman mustaches and affix them back to their upper lips.

Mayne: This is JUST what we needed, a Whitman victory.

Moore: I’m just as sick and depressed by this as you are, William. This is more saddening than the Elephant Man.

To say that Mark is shocked is putting it mildly. He drops over to his knees, looking around with his eyes bulging from their sockets and his jaw dropping down PAST the floor. Hellkat wisely makes herself scarce, rolling to the outside of the ring, grabbing the bell and beginning to produce the tracks of the Brady Bunch.

Mr. Hush and Al are burdened by quite a bit of mixed feelings once this fight has concluded, and they find themselves even more troubled once SIN security comes racing towards the ring.

Moore: HEY BLACK CRUSADE!

Mayne: Oh goodness, Suzanne please get off the table.

In spite of William’s pleas, Suzanne defiantly stands up on top of the announce table to make sure she catches the attention of Al and Hush. They turn away from potentially stopping security from escorting Whitman out of the ring, in order to give Moore the attention she demands.

Moore: For weeks you three have embarrassed and humiliated poor adorable Suzanne Moore. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

Suzanne gets positively pouty, wagging a finger as well.

Moore: You’re nothing but a bunch of bullies, and Suzanne’s gonna do something about it. Later tonight I will fire another shot at the Black Crusade and this one will hit you all straight in the heart.

This threat is automatically perceived amongst the Black Crusade as a fail so epic in nature one couldn’t even make it into an internet meme. But Whitman refuses to be the discussion of dirt sheets and forum trolls after this show, which is why he slides out of the ring and shockingly manages to dodge the grips of security. He baseball slides under one guard then pie faces another down to the mats before racing up the ramp. In the process of fleeing Clarence manages to make one final comment directed towards the still preoccupied Black Crusade.

Whitman: We’ll talk about getting me reinstated later, right?

Though it took some prompting, the fans have not only warmed up to the visual of Cassidy Cage, they’ve embraced her like a Youtube video featuring a yawning cat. Even with their screams echoing throughout the backstage corridor, Cassidy keeps her focus, her eyes fixed forward. Eventually she passes by a stagehand, who is busy crafting a paper airplane out of tonight’s show plan.

Cassidy: Excuse me.

Stagehand: Yep?

Cassidy: Have you seen Abi…I mean…Abigail Lindsey around here anywhere?

Stagehand: No.

Cassidy: You sure?

Stagehand: Do I look like the type who wouldn’t notice if Abigail Lindsey passed by?

Cassidy: Fair enough.

Cage turns to begin walking on but finds her feet frozen, it feels like cement blocks are weighing down her down. In fact, her whole body feels encased in concrete at the sight of the woman standing before her. To call Tina Valentine bold would be an understatement, the fact that she stands in front of Cage makes her a more inviting target than a lamb chained to a post and offered to a starved T-Rex.

Cassidy: You fucking bitc…

Her fists are already swinging towards Valentine’s face only to feel the same effect as the rest of Cage’s body, like they were just covered in concrete. That explains why they are suspended mere inches from Tina’s flapping lips.

Tina: Hold up yo!

Valentine lifts her palms and backs off, making it very apparent that she didn’t come for a fight.

Cassidy: And why should I?

Tina: Isn’t it obvious? We’re partners tonight, and partners shouldn’t fight.

Cassidy: We will NEVER be partners.

Tina: Awww, that’s not very nice, you act like I’ve thrown you under a bus, or off a stage or something.

The suspension of Cage’s fists is just about to end, forcing Tina to get to her point a little quicker.

Tina: Fine, if being a team-player doesn’t appeal to you, maybe this will. I just got out of Desmond Drake’s office, and he…..

Cassidy: STOP right there….

It’s not a fist, but a palm Cage puts right in front of Tina’s face.

Cassidy: I don’t care WHAT threats Desmond has made, or what ridiculous stipulations he’s added to our match tonight. Nothing is going to change what happens to you once that bell rings.

Tina: So you don’t even want to know that Desmond changed our match tonight to NO DQ? And what he’s offering in return for taking out Mya and Karen?

Cassidy: Fuck no I don’t. And you want to know what else I don’t want to hear? Your fucking mouth.

A slap nails Valentine across the cheek, twisting Tina’s head away. Eventually it turns back towards Cage, flashing a smile, even as Valentine’s knuckles draw to her lips and swipe them to make sure no blood has formed.

Tina: Oh Cass…you really shouldn’t have.

Valentine begins to turn away from Cage before spinning back around and ramming her shoulder directly into Cassidy’s ribs. Both ladies hit the concrete and it’s no longer palms that are connecting, its fists.

Apparently Ba’al, Aiken and Jaina were not the only ones who got the text.

We find ourselves inside of the Good Movement’s locker-room where Aerik Walker is putting on a pair of diamond studded cufflinks, Alana Starr is aiding Marie Jones in zipping up her black dress, and Porno Lad is meticulously greasing back his hair, leaning his face as close to a mirror as possible. Each member of the Good Movement are attired in their nicest, yet darkest attire. Once more we are forced to overhear the idle speculation of the commentating team.

Mayne: Seriously? What gives?

Moore: The Good Movement getting dressed up tonight too? If I knew we were having some kind of party I sooo would have thrown on my tiara.

Mayne: You mean your Burger King crown?

Moore: No…MY TIARA!!

LETHAL WEAPON VS HURSE W/ DECAY & JED WAYNE

“LET’S PLAY!”

The opening guitar riffs of Airbourne’s “Back in the game” suddenly explode from the speakers as the lights fade and green laser lights circle around the stage and over the fans creating a stunning effect. The big screen just begins playing a video when the name “Lethal Weapon” appears causing the entire arena to explode, all of them reacting loudly as the wrestling legend is shown spearing numerous former opponents.

“It’s been a hard road but I’m almost home
As the lights fade to black
Hear the roar of the crowd
Ten thousand loud
It’s good to be back

Feel the sting the sweat
Of the back of my neck
It’s been way too long
Like a ricochet I hit the stage
Lets get it on”

As the chorus erupts out, fireworks explode from either side of the stage causing the lights to return to normal, with the smoke still settling in the air, the curtains are pushed aside and Lethal Weapon steps out from the back looking fit and ready as ever. He leaps from foot to foot for a moment on the centre of the stage, his long hair now gone, replaced by a shaved head which only makes him look meaner! On queue, he roars forward, his muscles tensing as he extends his arms out to his side, he then walks down the ramp, his eyes focused as he marches toward the ring.

“I’m back in the game
Breaking hearts again
You better watch out
Coz I’m back in the game
I’m back in the game
Kickin’ ass again
No stopping me now
It’s like I’ve never been away
So you better watch out
Coz I’m back in the game
Oh yeah

I’m built to last I’ll never crash
I’m invincible tonight
Feel the energy running over me
Like a bolt from the sky
Go another round in another town
I strike and then I’m gone
I’m a high octane hurricane
Let’s get it on”

He walks around it and then leaps onto the apron in front of the hard camera, he then glares right down the lens and just looks out at the camera and the fans, all of whom flock to where he is standing. He glares down upon them and then enters the ring as the fans continue to react loudly for the legendary wrestler.

He enters the ring and just runs into the ropes, limbering up for the match to come and the challenge ahead, his mind focused, his eyes locked onto his target and the man who he intends to destroy as soon as the bell sounds.

Mayne: I almost pity Weapon. ALMOST. He has such a limited grasp of what fate is about to befall him.

Moore: As do the Black Crusade. They’ll be just unsuspecting as Lethal Weapon.

Mayne: Their all lambs gently being led along to a slaughtering.

Moore: Awww, but lambs are cute and adorable. Can’t they be rats? Yes, rats aren’t as cute, even after I’ve braided their fur.

It might be corny to say that Weapon has the crowd electrified, but this contrivance is the only way to properly describe just how excited the fans are at the sight of the man standing in the middle of the ring. The crowd never thought they would see it, but there’s Lethal Weapon, stoically staring up the ramp and anticipating the arrival of his first assigned target.

I WANT TO BE A GOOD MAN

The intro track provided by Devour the Day plays over the speakers and Hurse now moves through the curtains, his face buried beneath the Pestilence mask he was provided by Jessica Wilde several weeks ago. Though Jessica is not present at his side tonight, Hurse still wears the mask in her honor. As he steps towards the ring he finds himself engulfed in the massive shadows cast by Jed Wayne and Decay.

Mayne: At Reawakening Day, Hurse, Jessica Wilde and Chris Davids will team up against the Blacklist for a match, that in Hurse’s case, has been a year in the making. Jed Wayne and Decay will be in Hurse’s corner on that night, so we’re seeing a bit of foreshadowing of what to expect at the pay-per-view by having these two monsters escort him to the ring for this one on one encounter.

Moore: The Blacklist took Hurse’s eye at last year’s Awakening, and he’ll finally get his revenge at the pay-per-view, but tonight, he’s out for revenge for our master. He’s gonna take out this big stinky meany pants for trying to run Ba’al down with a semi-truck.

Mayne: Lethal scorned the wrong people in his debut, and he will now be forced to pay the penance of his actions.

The imposing Jed and Decay remain at ringside while Hurse slides inside. In spite of walking entirely different paths in life, Hurse and Weapon are no strangers to one another. However, time has changed both men quite a bit, and now they stare at relative strangers. The bell chimes and Weapon eschews the customary feeling out process, throwing his fist directly across Hurse’s cheek. The shot staggers back Parkwood, knocking him into the cables.

There is no finesse shown by Weapon, his right hands nothing but raw power. He finally gives over to some wrestling maneuvers, taking Hurse’s wrist, dragging him forward and clamping arms around his waist. He then heaves Hurse up into the air, twists and drives him down back first into the canvas with a belly to belly slam. No pin is attempted after the move, Weapon kneeling beside Hurse, pulling up on his masked face and launching a lethal barrage of right hands into his forehead repeatedly.

Mayne: Come on Hurse, get out of the gates.

Moore: Maybe he fell asleep.

Hurse is dragged along to his feet, has a shoulder wedged to his ribs and his body is pushed along spine first right into the turnbuckle. The force of Hurse’s collision with the corner knocks all the air out of his body and his condition is about to get a lot worse. Weapon keeps a shoulder pressed to his adversary’s ribs and pushes him up onto the turnbuckle, sitting him across it. Lethal then climbs the corner, wraps an arm around Hurse’s neck and drags him from the corner, delivering a superplex in the early stages of the match.

Mayne: SUPERPLEX!?! SUPERPLEX!?! Doesn’t Weapon respect the concept of pacing?

Weapon isn’t wrestling a match, he’s beating down just one of many responsible for the fate befallen Orlando last week. That’s why there are no pin attempts made even after crushing Hurse’s body against the canvas. Instead Lethal drags Hurse along to his feet then whips him right back into the corner. Hurse crashes against it and Weapon steps in, wedging a shoulder to his ribs, heaving him up into the air and sitting him on the top rope. Lethal now begins to climb the corner, setting up for another superplex to the excitement of the crowd.

Referee Blacker, sporting a shiner on her eye after taking the Magnum Blitz on NewAge, watches this action with her one eye that isn’t swollen partially shut. However, Decay climbs up into her peripheral view, getting her to turn from the superplex to the man trying to enter the ring. This distraction allows Jed to slip into the ring undetected, step up behind Weapon, wrap arms around his waist and deliver a running sit-out powerbomb. Weapon’s body crashes thunderously across the canvas that Jed is now rolling across, spilling under the ropes.

Moore: Yay, our own deranged Grizzly Adams just laid out stinky pants.

Mayne: Jed Wayne and Decay already proving their worth.

Weapon is obviously hurting from the powerbomb, but now he’s agonizing as a result of the diving elbow that connects as Hurse comes flying off of the turnbuckle. His elbow is driven precisely against Weapon’s chest, his arm falling across it for the pin.

Mayne: What a predictably unspectacular debut for Weapon.

The official slides into position and makes the count.

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2

To the delight of the masses, Weapon manages to free his shoulder from the canvas. He twists along to his knees and now Hurse steps in, snatching him around the neck. Before Lethal has a chance to recover from the powerbomb and the elbow drop, he’s being dragged along into the corner and hit with the sliced bread number 2.

Mayne: It connects…..Beautifully done Steven…now go for the pin.

Instead of doing what William suggests, Hurse rolls along to his feet, climbs up the turnbuckle and then flies off into a second elbow drop. This one hits with even more force than the last one, and connects right to the heart of his adversary. This time Hurse DOES go for the hook of the leg.

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2

The reaction is even more thunderous than before when Weapon kicks out a second time.

Moore: Stay on him, Pirate Steve, don’t let up on him.

The eye patch, mask wearing, Pestilence supporting Hurse makes his way to his feet and ensnares Weapons hair, employing it to drag the legend up to his feet. Once upright, Hurse hooks one arm and then the leg before interlocking hands under Lethal’s jaw, a basic but effective abdominal stretch applied.

Mayne: There we are, slow things down and begin to work him over. It’s been a while since we’ve seen someone take a slower and more methodical pace to a match. But this is what makes Hurse so good, and such a valued member of the Sinistry’s minions, he’s a traditionalist at heart, a throwback.

Moore: I love throwbacks, especially throwback Thursdays, it gives me a chance to watch Alf without the customary self-loathing and utter shame.

The hold is taking its toll, Hurse exerting as much pressure on twisting Weapon’s limbs. Hurse then employs his arm to begin delivering clubbing blows over Lethal’s ribcage. He hits one strike after another, further deflating the lungs of his adversary and setting him up for what should be a resolute conclusion to this confrontation. Weapon struggles for all he’s worth against the strain being placed upon him, but he’s having trouble pushing past the trauma that’s already been inflicted.

Mayne: Here we see the ring rust showing. Weapon’s age and lack of ring time taking its toll.

Moore: Plus he has a HUGE nose that weighs him down substantially.

The intense Weapon didn’t come here tonight to lose his return match, and to let down the very man he’s fighting for, his biggest supporter, Orlando Cruze. So Lethal channels all heart, all determination, and all his fury into the elbows that connect with Hurse’s thigh, eventually forcing him to pull it away from Lethal’s knee. This allows Weapon to connect with a hip toss that sends Hurse flying across the ring, ducking his head and rolling along to his feet. Lethal then comes charging in only to be caught with a basement dropkick to his shin. The collision sends Lethal flying forward, landing throat first across the middle rope. Hurse then rolls away, getting the attention of the referee and allowing Decay to rush across the mats and deliver a vicious forearm to Lethal’s temple.

The impact sends Weapon rolling back into the ring and to his knees where Hurse nails him in the cheek with another basement dropkick.

Moore: He-he-he-he, if Hurse keeps this up, Lethal’s nose is gonna get more swollen than Barbara Streisand’s.

Mayne: The horror, the horror.

Weapon might be concussed, yet he is still fueled by the grim images of Orlando’s destruction. He rises to his feet, putting him in position for the seated abdominal stretch that Hurse locks in. Meanwhile Decay and Jed Wayne watch with the faintest glimpses of grins.

Mayne: Yeah, what a way for Weapon to make his grandiose return, his ass is gonna tap.

Moore: Sheer epic fail.

Weapon will not allow his return to be so full of fail. He finds the strength to begin working his way to his feet and out of the abdominal stretch. It doesn’t matter how much pressure Hurse puts on the hold, nothing is going to keep Lethal down, not even horse tranquilizers injected straight into his heart. Weapon manages to get to his feet, his whole face twisting into an expression of rage. He finally manages to get his legs under him and then twist around into a straight right hand aimed at Hurse’s face, breaking the abdominal stretch and attempting to break his opponent’s nose. Hurse ducks the fist, clasps his arms around Weapon’s neck then snaps back into a downward spiral. The canvas vibrates as Lethal’s face ricochets off of it. He then goes twisting over to his spine while Hurse goes twisting towards the ropes. He rolls under them, gets to his feet on the apron and then climbs up onto the turnbuckle.

He steps up and stares down, eyes honing in on his target that he nears with his elbow. He lunges from the corner, flies a quarter length of the ring and a third diving elbow connects directly with Weapon’s elevated knees.

Mayne: Ouch-ouch-ouch!

Moore: Poor Pirate Steve, come over here so Suzanne can snuggle you.

Hurse’s arm hangs limp at his side, balling up his fist in an attempt to return some dexterity to his hand. He eventually reaches his feet when Weapon steps in, wraps arms around his waist and sets up for a belly to belly slam. Surprisingly Hurse manages to slap both of his palms to both of Weapon’s ears, damaging his adversary’s equilibrium. Lethal staggers back and Hurse then grabs him by the wrist, sending him charging into the cables. As Weapon ricochets off, Hurse assumes the position, stooping down and preparing for a back drop. Naturally Lethal has this move scouted, stopping just shy of Hurse, catching him around the head and dropping down into a face buster smash across his elevated knee.

Hurse’s nose ricochets off of the knee and he goes staggering back just as Weapon leaves his feet, dives across the ring and nails a superman punch straight into his opponent’s jaw.

Mayne: A lethal combo, no that wasn’t an attempt to be clever, delivered by this non-believer.

Moore: And oh nos. it looks like it’s setting up for something even worse for our precious Pirate.

The numerous blows to the skull have served as a precursor for what Weapon has in store next. He steps back into a corner, crouches and repeatedly gestures for Hurse to stand up, imploring him back to his feet in order to set up for the Golden Bullet Spear.

Mayne: This is borderline criminal.

Weapon blazes a path across the canvas before ultimately diving with his shoulder directly into Hurse’s ribs….no….directly into his arms. Hurse manages to turn his body just enough to reach back, catch Lethal around the neck and turn his own momentum against him. Hurse rushes into the turnbuckle dragging Lethal behind him and stepping up the turnbuckle, the sliced bread number 2 once again on tap. It failed to connect before and it fails to connect again, because Lethal manages to reach out, catch the top rope with both hands and send Hurse flipping back over his shoulder, landing directly on his feet.

A shocked Hurse has just landed before he finds himself about to be even more caught off guard by the diving superman punch Weapon prepares to connect with for a second time. However, much like Weapon scouted the Sliced Bread Number 2, Hurse was prepared for the Superman punch. Lethal flies over him and misses the punch, landing on his feet behind his adversary, who leaps into the air catching Weapon around the jaw and pulling him back into the leaping reverse neckbreaker.

Mayne: Nice counter by Hurse….a Master inspired counter. That was almost like the Totalis.

Moore: Yes, for we must all strive to be more like the Master in every conceivable way. Hence why I’ve died my hair black, and have hired a bunch of assistants. Actually, their just cats, but I like tgo pretend they’re minions.

Instead of going for the pin Hurse decides instead to unleash further punishment on his adversary. He steps towards Weapon, takes him around the neck, leads him along to his feet and ultimately drags him into his shoulders. Hurse seems to be intent on delivering the More than Meets the Eye, the GTS dropping his adversary pupil first onto his knee. He throws Weapon over his shoulders and he’s just about to crash into Hurse’s kneecap only for Lethal to shock his opponent by catching the leg, landing on his feet and countering into an attempt at the sharpshooter.

Mayne: No….please no. Damn you Weapon, Hurse needs momentum going into his match against the Blacklist at Reawakening Day.

Lethal performs an inside leg trip on the opposite foot of his opponent, drops Hurse to his back and now tries to step through the elevated legs. It seems he’s seconds from applying the sharpshooter, picking up a big win that will instantly catapult him back into the ranks of the IWC hierarchy. However, Hurse manages to twist his body just enough to connect with a drop toe hold on the leg of his opponent that was extended through his own. Lethal drops forward, landing on his face while Hurse leaps from his knees, over Weapon’s head, straddling the back of his opponent’s neck then hooking both of Lethal’s arms. He drags Weapon up to his feet and before Lethal has a chance to counter he’s being dragged down face first into the canvas with a pedigree.

NOOO..Weapon wedges his hands to Hurse’s ribs and throws him back off of the pedigree attempt, causing him to soar through the air only to ultimately come down on top of his feet. Hurse takes only a second to balance himself before rushing forward right into the Golden Bullet Spear.

Mayne: Sinistry dammit!

Moore: How dare you, William. Never take the Sinistry’s name in vein.

The spear connects with enough force to send Hurse corkscrewing through the air and ultimately landing square on his face. After his neck bends at an awkward angle Hurse tumbles to his side, lying a broken mess in the middle of the ring. Weapon picks up the shattered pieces, rolling Hurse to his back and hooking his leg while simultaneously wedging a forearm against his chin.

Yes it it’s a contrivance to imply that the fans are electrified, but again, how else do you possibly describe it?

The masses are on their feet, their hands are held high, and their voices couldn’t carry any louder throughout the Manhattan Center. Weapon has returned, Weapon has conquered, and Weapon has just sent a message to all those within the ranks of the Sinistry.

All that is left is for the official to make the count.

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2

The hand is about to come down for the three before Jed Wayne and Decay come sliding into the ring. Lethal reacts quickly, dropping Hurse’s leg, leaping to his feet and then diving at Decay with a series of punches

Mayne: Jed and Decay continue to prove their worth to our Masters.

Moore: The evil Santa Clause and Kenny Rogers….wait, I mean Jed and De…damn you Abigail Lindsey!

Official Fitzpatrick has no other recourse, calling for the bell to throw out this match. Weapon has knocked Decay back into the ropes with the punch, and then redirects his fist towards Wayne. He comes diving in for a second superman punch only to have his throat ensnared in the grips of Wayne’s massive hand. Decay shakes off the blow from Weapon in order to step forward and take him around the neck as well. Before Weapon has a chance to react he’s being heaved up and into a stereo chokeslam, but before he can be driven into the canvas…no…THROUGH the canvas, Lukas Montgomery, Aaron Harrison and Mika Kozlov come sliding into the ring behind the Sinistry’s juggernauts of justice. The Blacklist memebrs leap onto Decay and Wayne, Mika landing on Jed’s back and punching him repeatedly in the temple. Montgomery slams his shoulder into Decay’s ribs, knocking both men back. They go twisting through the ropes and splash the ringside mats.

Jed spins in circles, trying to pull Kozlov off of his back while Harrison steps in and drives boots into Wayne’s ribcage. All three individuals eventually take their fight to the outside of the ring.

Mayne: The Sinistry muscle has just been neutralized.

Moore: So they’ll never be able to produce bearded babies?

Mayne: Neutralized, NOT neutered.

As the Blacklist and the Sinistry exit the ring, Hurse enters it with a steel chair in hand. He approaches the kneeling Weapon, lifting the steel over his head and about to bring it down over Lethal’s back. Unfortunately his plans go horribly awry when Weapon cuts the distance between them and cuts Hurse in two with a Golden Bullet Spear.

Mayne: Not ANOTHER spear!

The chair tumbles from Hurse’s hand while Hurse’s body twists down to the canvas. He now lies there broken as Weapon kneels at his side, seething with anger.

Jaina: Hi again Weapon, did you miss me?

Yep, Jaina, black veil, dark dress and all steps to the stage. Nothing has changed about her apparel, nor her entourage. That same muscle bound figure in a SIN security shirt standing behind her.

Jaina: Well I have not missed you, you big bully. Obviously something needs to be done to control you. Let me introduce you to my new head of security, the man that my brothers hired for my own personal protection after my abduction several weeks ago. This is Hunter Locke….

A gesture is made to the very imposing figure clad in a SIN security t-shirt, thick arms crossed over his barrel chest.

Jaina: He is here to see you escorted from the building before you can do anymore bad-bad things with a semi-truck you mean-mean man.

Weapon responds about as well to this news as he does a terrible twist ending in a M. Night Shyamalan movie. His eyes pierce through Hunter Locke, who is already on his way to the ring with SIN security following behind.

Jaina: You two play nicely now.

Weapon turns in circles as security begins to slide into the ring. Though they have been unsuccessful in catching P. Clarence Whitman III, who has managed to flee before being apprehended, Weapon isn’t running anywhere but will put up just as much defiance. One guard enters the ring and finds himself crippled by a flying superman punch from Weapon. Another member of SIN security rushes across the ring and gets caught against Weapon’s shoulder, heaved into the air and driven into the canvas with a double A spinebuster. Eventually Locke is able to jump onto Weapon while he was still kneeling and traps his head in a front chancery. Meanwhile the other security personnel subdue Lethal’s arms and wrap wiring around his wrists, binding them behind his back.

Mayne: Good, they’ve got Weapon, now get him the hell out of here.

That’s precisely what Locke and security are doing, forcing Weapon out of the ring by his bound arms. Although he still manages to kick it’s not enough to fend off Hunter and his forces. They eventually manage to force him up the ramp and to the backstage area.

Weapon: You’re only making this worse on yourselves Sinistry.

Scott Cannon wears an agitated expression along with a puffy eye. All he can do is upturn that swollen eye towards the ceiling of the dressing room as he listens to Silas tear into him.

Silas: What were ya thinkin’ fly boy?

No response is given, because Scott knows Silas wouldn’t hear it anyway, even if he shouted right into Mason’s face.

Silas: I told ya to make peace with that Lethal Weapon feller….

Scott: I TRIED.

Silas: Not hard nuff. What is baby doll gonna think if she sees you trying to bait her hubby’s friend into a fight? It’s gonna rouse her suspicions.

Scott: I think Tay will understand that Weapon had a slap coming to him after what he IMPLIED about her.

Silas: That still don’t make it acceptable, cause ya didn’t follow my orders. When I tell ya to do sumtin’ fly boy, ya follow my directions to the letter.

Scott: Yes Silas, I understand.

Silas: Ya better, cause I ain’t gonna let yer emotions jeopardize everything tonight. I’ve got too much invested in showing the dominance of Silas World to let ya go and….

Scott: I SAID I understand, Silas. It won’t happen again.

Silas: If ya do defy me again or go into business for yerself, my fist will have no problem correcting ya.

Mason slaps his gloved knuckles into his palm. And now another fist knocks at the door leading to their dressing room.

Silas: Yer lucky fly boy….

Fortunately for Scott, Silas finds himself distracted by the figure who does not wait for an invitation into the room.

Silas: Let me introduce ya to another of the reinforcements I’ve brought in to help me demonstrate Silas World’s power.

Sienna: Hello boys.

The sultry South African superstar Sienna Swann steps to Silas’ side and plants a quick kiss upon his cheek.

Silas: Scott meet Sienna, Sienna meet Scott.

Swann eschews the customary handshake and greets Cannon by way of a kiss on the cheek.

Scott: Pleasure to meet you.

Sienna: You bet it is.

Silas: Glad ya finally showed up, baby face.

Sienna: Had trouble with this New York city traffic.

Silas: Yeah-yeah. I hope you’re ready though…

Sienna: Always ready.

Silas: Good, cause I just got a text message from baby brown concernin’ what the Sinistry has planned….

A phone is retrieved from Silas’ pocket, pulling up the message that Katelyn Buehler sent his way.

Silas: Hope you two are up for crashing a funeral.

Sophie O’Brian: You look ravishing my dear.

Confesses Sophie O’Brian upon viewing Polly Norah in her blackened dress, complete with neck ruffles. Of course Sophie looks quite enchanting herself given the tight black gown wrapped about her curves. The two make their way through the corridor, continuing to admire one another’s beauty. The two Good Movement members obviously dressed for the Sinistry’s festivities this evening.

Sophie: I wished I possessed even a tenth of your loveliness.

Polly blushes, yes, you heard that correctly, the homicidal, psychotic Polly actually blushed.

Sophie: But before I get too fixated on just how gorgeous you are my dear, I must not lose focus. We have our marching orders, we must find Kordelia.

Polly stares at Sophie and doesn’t utter a word, no syllables need to be spoken however.

Sophie: I know what you’re thinking, that Kordelia is upset with us for aiding in the destruction of her precious Brittany Lohan on NewAge. But if we can only find her, I am sure we can make her understand.

This declaration of intent is interrupted when the two ladies find themselves cut off by a sweating Mark O’Brian stepping from an adjacent corridor. With a towel around the back of his neck, Mark steps into view, accidentally cutting off the path of the two ladies he least wanted to see.

Sophie: Mark…

Mark: Oh no….I have NOTHING to say to either of you.

Sophie: Please brother, can’t we talk?

Mark: And what would you say? Would you attempt to rationalize your actions to me? Would you tell me that you were within your right to bash Lohan over the back with a crowbar two weeks ago, and that you were justified in attacking both Andre and Gavin on NewAge?

Sophie: If it means protecting those I love…

Mark: The problem is, you seem to love YOURSELF more than anything, and it doesn’t matter whom you harm to make yourself happy.

Sophie: Brother…

Mark: No, what you have become makes me ill. And I thought you were trying to make yourself bet…

Polly: ENOUGH!

The O’Brian siblings are unified by their shock in hearing Polly not only speak but speak up.

Mark: It speaks.

Polly: You’re God damn straight it speaks, and I don’t care if it pisses Ethan off or not, he can’t force me to stick to my vow of silence any longer, especially when I see you imposing your phobias on your sister.

Mark: What are you talking about?

Polly: You only criticize your sister because you’re afraid to admit that you harbor the same monster inside of yourself that she does.

Mark: That is absolutely ridiculous.

Polly: Oh really? You lash out at Sophie for attacking Brittany when her back was turned, but what did you do to TPKid just four weeks ago right here on this very same show? Didn’t you hit him in the back of his knee with a baseball bat and injure him?

Mark: It’s not the same…Sophie and I are nothing alike.

Polly: No. The truth is, you’re identical in almost every way. Your darkness is hereditary, and once you’ve accepted that, only then will you stop hating Sophie, and finally understand her. You want your family, then embrace Sophie and her demons rather than trying to change them. And in the process, maybe you’ll finally be able to embrace your OWN demons.

Moore: ALRIGHT-ALRIGHT-ALRIGHT! Enough time has passed. Let’s get on with Suzanne Moore’s plans for the Black Crusade.

We return to the interior of the Manhattan Center to find the commentator’s table being abandoned by Suzanne Moore. She leave with cellphone and microphone in either hand.

Mayne: Onward Sinistry soldier, but please be careful.

Danger is of no concern to Suzanne, who shows remarkable courage by stepping around the ring and up the ramp. It seems she’s selected the stage as her…well….stage, intent to address her targets from the area between the two pools set in place for the Summer Heat Extravaganza.

Moore: Ladies and gentlemen…

Once on the stage she turns back to address the hazing fans.

Moore: I’m sure that sweet and loyal Suzanne Moore isn’t the only one angered by the Black Crusade. Seriously, they’re making me madder than Madea in one of those Tyler Perry movies that I’m not allowed to watch on the basis that they give me serious gender confusion issues. Anyway, something must be done about the Black Crusade and their antics. They need to be stopped before they can disrupt any more of the Master’s plans. I’m still pitching that our rulers install one of those coin operated rocking horses at ringside, and I’ll be DAMNED if I let the Black Crusade risk those plans. So I’m now prepared to deliver the death knell on their group and end them before they can make a further mockery of the product Sinistry is providing each and every one of you.

Suzanne now holds up the cellphone.

Moore: Earlier tonight I placed a phone-call to someone who is going to help loveable Suzanne take out the heart of the Black Crusade’s power. I’m talking about whatever it is that’s hiding in these pools….

Moore extends the phone to point towards the very pool situated beside the stage that she was dragged into and severely beaten in two weeks ago.

Moore: There is some type of creature lurking in this water and it’s not like the creatures that hide under my bed or in my closet, this one isn’t holding a video camera and watching me disrobe. Whatever this thing is, it needs to be dealt with and now it’s time for my helper to assist Suzanne in destroying this beast before it can hurt anyone else. Come on out here….

At Suzanne’s insistence, the curtains part and a man holding a long pole with a net on the end of it, steps to the stage behind her. A very confused expression resides on the face of the animal control worker. Obviously he’s a little baffled considering he’s never had a worldwide audience watching him do his rather mundane job.

Moore: I called animal control, and I’m going to have whatever the Black Crusade had put in these pools removed. Uncle Derek, please do your thing.

Derek Moore, uncle to Suzanne and animal control specialist, tentatively approaches the body of water at stage-side. His net tentatively extends towards the pool, the water surface surprisingly docile.

Mayne: I’m glad someone has taken it upon themselves to put an end to whatever that creature is hiding in the pools we bought here to hype the Summer Heat Extravaganza.

Finally the pole begins to be submerged beneath the water, the net searching for Derek’s target.

Moore: Be careful….That thing is dangerous.

Suzanne’s warnings prompt Derek to knock on his crotch, insisting that he’s wearing a protective cup. However, the cup no longer fits when his nether regions shrivel at the sight of the pool instantly exploding into bubbles that spill over the sides.

Moore: Oh no…look…there it is!

In spite of the foam that has now formed over the pool’s surface a scaled head appears, jutting out above the rapids.

Moore: Grab it, Uncle Derek, grab it!

Uncle Derek leans as far over the edge of the stage as possible, having trouble reaching the head peering at him from the far end of the above ground pool.

Moore: Hurry before it goes back under.

Derek’s neck nears the head of this judgmental creature and seems to be on the cusp of ensnaring it when…

Whitman: Did someone say something about the Black Crusade>

An eager Whitman races through the curtains at the slightest mention of the very stable that has been so influential in trying to get him his job back.

Whitman: Where are they? Where!?! Where I ask?

Whitman’s questions go unanswered by the furious female standing before him.

Moore: YOU…

Whitman: Yes, tis I, P Clarence Whitman III….now where is the Black Crusade you were out here rambling about?

Moore: YOU…

This apparently remains the only words that Suzanne can say when staring at the man who has challenged the Sinistry far too many often over the past year.

Whitman: Yes, tis…have we not already handled introductions? Now please dear, overlook our past transgressions and tell me where I can find the Black Crusade.

Suzanne is so upset she has to put a palm over her mouth before she says something truly venomous. However, she was not holding back her words, she was slipping a pellet in her mouth, one that she bites down on before unleashing a spray of mist aimed right at Whitman’s eyes. The mist has the same blinding effect is has over the past four weeks….hitting a set of eyes…eyes belonging to Uncle Derek. The animal controller gave up trying to net the reptilian creature in the pool, and turns away from the water in time to be hit with a face full of red spray.

Mayne: Naaaaah.

Retinas burn as Derek swipes his palms over his eyes, desperately trying to overcome his blindness. Sadly the state of his eyes are not the chief concern of Derek, who finds a long tail extending from the pool and wrapping around his ankle.

Mayne: Oh for Sinistry sakes…that creature has some type of tail, and it’s now wrapped around Uncle Derek’s ankle.

A horrified Derek has no idea what’s going on, blinded to the point where he can only feel something latching around his leg, having no clue what it is. The tail begins pulling Derek into the water, and he now reaches out, grabbing Suzanne by the wrists, pulling her along for what promises to be a wild ride.

Moore: Let go of me…Let go of me! HEEEELP!

Derek falls into the pool and beneath the turbulent waters and Suzanne vanishes into the pit as well.

Mayne: This is not good for Suzanne, not good at all.

The water is bubbling and bubbling with two bodies trapped beneath it and only a net floating on top of its surface.

Mayne: What happened to Suzanne and her uncle? I hope you’re happy Whitman.

Clarence doesn’t know what to think as he makes his way down the ramp, the microphone Moore dropped finding its way into Whitman’s hand, which he makes quick use of.

Whitman: Black Crusade, I implore you to PLEASE assist me. I have run out of options and out of time. Only the three of you can….

Security comes barreling out from the backstage area, nearing Whitman, who turns into an amateur running back. He dives one set of hands, then nimbly avoids another, racing towards the backstage area. Though he has mastered the art of running, he eventually succumbs to the clutches of security. They take him by the fabric of his shirt, not letting him slip away on this opportunity. Clarence attempts to shed his shirt, but cannot shed it or the clutches of the guards. All arms and limbs are trapped in the clutches of the guards, who at last escort him to the backstage area.

Mayne: Finally Whitman has been apprehended, but someone jump in that pool and save Suzanne already!

The waters in the pool at last stop bubbling and churning before two bodies are launched out of it. They fly over the walls of the above ground pool, Suzanne and Uncle Derek sent crashing and left splayed across the concrete beside the stage.

Mayne: Forget security, someone send an ambulance out here…..

Two weeks ago JaMaracus Avery managed to turn quite a few heads, but tonight, he’s about to rearrange quite a few faces. He stands in the middle of the Prestige locker-room, putting the finishing touches not on some dapper suit, but on the elbow pad that slides up his arm.

William: There he is…there’s the man…

Avery is suddenly overwhelmed by the sheer volume of star power that surrounds him. William Mason leads a trio of McBride sisters towards the hulking beast that has just recently come under their employee. Melanie glares at Avery as if absolutely awe stricken, having never seen such a behemoth with her own two eyes.

Karen: You weren’t kidding, William, he’s impressive.

Avery: Baby, you haven’t even seen me get in the ring yet.

Melanie: I take it he’s just as good in the ring as he is good looking.

Mason: Even better.

William slaps a palm down onto JaMarcus’ shoulder.

Mason: And he’ll prove it tonight, when he steps into that ring to throw down with anyone who tries to stop you from dropping your nuclear bomb, Karen.

Melanie: Is it reeeeeally gonna happen tonight?

Melanie is understandably a bit reluctant to believe it, given the multiple false promises that Karen has made regarding her announcement.

Karen: This time Melanie, there is going to be no force on earth…No FORCE whatsoever, that is going to stop me from dropping the bomb.

This declaration is made to smiles and bobbing heads from her captivated audience. However, there is one listener who does not smile, who does not nod, lingering in the hall just out of Karen’s view. Mya Denton stands outside of the door leading to Prestige’s dressing room. Her arms crossed over the Queen of the Ring Championship and eyes clotting with anger.

Mya: Nuh-uh, not happening…not happening. You know what she wants…

Denton continues talking to herself.

Mya: She wants to take your title, Mya. THAT’S her nuclear bomb. Well…let’s make sure she doesn’t get anywhere near OUR belt.

P Clarence Whitman III has been forced into compliance, being led through the backstage area by the security guards who refuse to allow him to slip from their clutches. They near the exit where a boot will no doubt be lodged to Whitman’s rear-end and his body will be ejected from the building, a relatively tame punishment for his lawlessness.

Foxx: Hold it right there…

Nope, Whitman isn’t getting off that easy, suddenly bursting into a cold sweat at the visual of Rachel Foxx. Much like every other member of the Sinistry and the Good Movement seen throughout the night, the Suicide Queen has her best black dress wrapped about her, yet it might become a bit more red once stained with Clarence’s blood.

Foxx: You’re not leaving just yet, are you, Mr. Whitman?

Whitman: Leaving? I think it’s more accurate to say I’m being TOLD to leave.

Foxx: No…noooo…nooooo, that couldn’t be any further from the truth.

Whitman: My escorts…

The security guards tighten their grips on his shoulders.

Whitman: And the fact that you had me fired several weeks ago, would beg to differ.

Foxx: I think you’ve got the wrong impression about the Sinistry’s motives, Mr. Whitman. We only wanted to inspire you…encourage you to see the truth.

Whitman: Oh?

Foxx: The cold hard honest truth is that you’ve been used. The Black Crusade has been playing you like a fiddle since you crossed paths with them. Look back at your life, Whitman, when did all your problems begin? I’ll tell you when, it was that night you first ran away from the Black Crusade’s Legion almost a year ago.

Unfortunately Clarence cannot argue with this fact.

Foxx: Ever since that day you’ve been played by the Black Crusade. They’ve turned you into their puppet. All we were attempting to do by getting you to assist in the firing of the Black Crusade’s Silence four weeks ago, was to free you from their manipulation. We broke Katelyn Buehler of the sway Mr. Gaunt held over her, and now we want to do the same for you.

Whitman: And you intend to help me by firing me?

Foxx: It was a motivational tactic, Whitman. We were forced to employ extreme measures to ensure you broke from the Black Crusade’s strangle hold they’ve had over your mind. When we threatened to fire you should you not help defeat Silence several Riots ago, we thought that would surely inspire you to finally break away from Mr. Gaunt, to see what a detriment he and his group of loons have been to your career. But we misjudged the power that the Black Crusade holds over you.

Whitman: So what you’re saying then, is that I’m NOT fired.

Foxx: Oh no, you’re definitely fired.

Whitman: Ah?

Foxx: But the Sinistry will not give up on you, Whitman. We still have faith you can find enlightenment and freedom from the Black Crusade. I’m offering you one final chance to save yourself, Mr. Whitman. All you have to do is participate in a match at Reawakening Day, you versus Silence, loser is fired match.

Whitman: That creates quite the ah…yes…I um uh…

Foxx: You WILL be freed from the influence of the Black Crusade. And if you DO decide to break the manipulative sway they hold over you, then unlike the Black Crusade, the Sinistry WILL reward your loyalty.

Whitman: How so?

Foxx: First, by seeing you reinstated, and second, by aiding in the quest to find out who impregnated your wife…

Whitman: How did you know….?

Foxx: We know everything, Mr. Whitman, everything.

Whitman: I suppose I shall give your proposition some thought.

Security: Move it!

A nudge is given to Whitman’s back, shoving him along towards the exit.

Foxx: Yes, you think about it, Whitman, long and hard.

The show returns to stage-side where the animal handler, and Suzanne Moore are being aided to the backstage area by a mass of EMTs. Obviously the two have suffered quite a few injuries thanks to whatever creature lurks in the above ground pools set in place for the Summer Heat Extravaganza.

Mayne: I can’t believe what just happened to Suzanne. This is-this is-this is-well, in the words of Theodore Logan, “TOTALLY BOGUS!”

The fate befallen the bodies of Suzanne and her uncle are nowhere near as bad as what the five currently brawling their way towards the ring are about to suffer. Decay and Jed Wayne are surprisingly fighting back even when on the short end of a three on two deficit. Harrison and Mika are all over Decay, throwing punches, clawing and scraping at him from almost every possible angle. At the same time Wayne and Montgomery are unleashing punches between one another that rattle their brains and threaten to shatter their bones. In spite of these debilitating blows all five combatants remain on their feet as they fight to the ringside area.

Mayne: It looks like this fight that started between the Sinistry and the Blacklist at the end of the Weapon versus Hurse match continues right now.

A double lariat to Decay’s throat has him staggered back into the apron, falling against it for support. The two who delivered this blow then regroup, Aaron dropping to the mats across his elbows and knees with Mika racing down the ramp, stepping off her cowboy’s back and launching herself into a leg lariat that connects against Decay’s chest.

The big man almost tumbles away from the apron as a result but somehow maintains his footing even as Harrison races across the mats, lunges into the air and nails him with a big splash. At the same time Lukas has rolled Wayne into the ring and is climbing in himself, eventually placing the giant in a side headlock, giving him the perfect position to begin delivering punch after punch after punch to his face.

Mayne: Come on Jed, come on Decay, show what you two are good for.

Harrison and Mika interlock hands once again and rush forward for another stereo lariat on the well dressed man only to have themselves felled by a double lariat by Decay.

Mayne: That’s more like it.

Lukas spots the plight of his partners, reaching out of the ring and down to Decay at ringside, grabbing him by the hair and pulling back on his skull. Punches rain down directly into Decay’s face, inflicting as much punishment as possible with as little time is afforded to him.

Montgomery suddenly hears the heavy footsteps of Wayne closing in on him, prompting Lukas to turn but turn just a second too late. Wayne manages to grab him by the wrist and drag him forward into a short arm clothesline that sends the Blacklist member twisting through the air and ultimately crashing to the ring

Mayne: And the muscle of the Sinistry continues to dominate.

The throat crushing clothesline leaves Montgomery writhing across the canvas, yet he isn’t going to stay grounded for longer. His hair falls into the clutches of Jed, who pulls him up to his feet, snatches him by the throat and prepares for a chokeslam. He only hesitates long enough for Decay to enter the ring and take Lukas by the throat as well.

Mayne: A double chokeslam coming from the most imposing figures in all of professional wrestling. Two men driven by the power of belief.

In spite of the initial fury, Montgomery’s flame has been doused and his body now begins to launch into the air, on the cusp of being double chokeslammed into the canvas.

But a well placed chair to the spine has a way of changing things. Mika swings the steel into the upper back of Decay, and then waits for Jed to spin around before giving his skull the same treatment.

Mayne: Damn ye Mika. Someone put a penis through her already!

An indentation of Wayne’s skull will permanently be left in the surface of the chair, but Mika isn’t about to keep it as a souvenir, instead she further ruins the steel by slamming it again off of Jed’s skull, finally bringing him to a knee. At the exact moment that Wayne kneels, he finds his skull hit with something equally as devastating, a thrust kick by Harrison.

Mayne: This couldn’t get any worse if Michael Richards were doing standup during the whole beat-down.

Harrison and Mika now begins to pummel a Decay over his back with clubbing shots. They drop Decay to his knees as these blows are delivered with a lethal combination of speed, force and ferocity.

Montgomery recovers quickly from the short arm lariat crawling across the ring towards the steel chair, about to bring it into play. But the weapon is taken right out of the action because Lukas never gets a chance to reach it. Instead someone has reached Harrison, dragging him out of the ring to the outside, taking him by the back of the head and rushing him face first into the steel ringpost.

Mayne: It’s Spencer Klein to the rescue.

The crowd does not react with the same excitement as William Mayne at the sight of the maniacal Klein. He just stands there with the most repulsive gleam in his eyes as he watches Lukas drop to his knees, unable to aid his family in the continued assault on the Sinistry. To further ensure that Harrison is of no assistance to anyone, himself included, Spencer reveals a pair of shackles.

Mayne: Oh yes, the Blacklist are no stranger to this weapon.

Montgomery slowly starts to stand up and pull away from the turnbuckle only to find his wrists shackled around the post, keeping him right where he is. Lukas suddenly realizes the direness of his plight, completely left at the mercy of the man standing before him. Yet oddly enough Spencer is walking away from Montgomery, approaching the barricade and leaning back against it. He crosses his arms over his chest and gets comfortable, settling in to watch what happens next.

Klein: Let me show you what feelings result in, Lukas…heart break.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist, or the entire cast of the Big Bang Theory to figure out what Klein is talking about. Lukas yanks back his arms, but finds his hands still cuffed around the ring post, giving him no chance to stop what’s happening in the ring. Mika looks up just in time to spot Wayne swinging a chair right into her ribcage. She doubles over and then Jed takes her by the back of the head, throwing her through the ropes.

Once Harrison spots the plight of his love Mika, he comes racing to her aid only to be caught around the knee. Decay holds Harrison in place, causing him to take a costly second to turn and defend himself, throwing forearms down over the big man’s massive back. This second actually proves to be more than costly, especially to Aaron’s brain, which takes great trauma when Jed swings the chair down over top of it.

Mayne: What a chair shot! I love it…I absolutely positively love it! This is like Christmas on Easter.

The chair warps around Harrison’s skull, which now falls into the clutches of both Decay and Wayne, the juggernauts of justice tossing him to the outside mats where he lands right beside Mika.

Mayne: Oh this is great, their right out here in front of me. I’ve got the best seat in the house.

Yep, Mika and Harrison are both struggling across the mats right in front of the announce table, and Montgomery is struggling on the other side of the ring in a feeble effort to free his hands from the cuffs. All he can do is watch as Decay grabs a set of ring steps and puts them in place beside the announce table that is being cleared of monitors by Jed.

Mayne: Something tells me my view is about to get even better.

William might want to regret being so close to the action when Aaron is rolled onto the surface of the announce table by Decay and blasted across the forehead several times to hold him in place. Meanwhile Lukas wedges a boot to the turnbuckle and leans back, trying to break the chain wrapped around it. There is no escaping what is about to come, and the man making his way down the ramp with a taser in hand is about to ensure that the Blacklist cannot escape this inevitability.

Before Lukas realizes what’s happening, Hurse has wedged the taser to his back and is sending electrical currents shooting through his body.

Mayne: Hurse tazing Montgomery. Sweet-sweet vindication for what happened to him a year ago. For the eye that Aaron took from him.

One tasing isn’t good enough, so Hurse employs another, and another, shocking the life right out of Montgomery’s body and bringing him to his knees in the process.

Hurse: You took everything from me….EVERYTHING!

The barbs of the taser continue to shock and subdue Montgomery, who from his knees watches with glazed over eyes as Jed and Decay commit an unspeakable atrocity. Both men stand on the steel steps, heave Mika into the air by her throat and stereo chokeslam her right through Harrison and the announce table.

Mayne: YEEES! OH SINISTRY YES!

Once again the crowd does not share the orgasmic reaction of Mayne, who stands back observing the bodies piled at his feet. Decay and Jed Wayne step down off of the steel stairs and crouch over the two Blacklist members they’ve laid out across the shattered fragments of the table. Montgomery meanwhile has his jaw held back by Hurse and his head titled so that he observes the Cartel-tron, which flashes with replays of the fate befallen the Blacklist.

Spencer: Very good Steven…you did very-very good.

Spencer observes all of this with the tilt of a head and a smirk on his face. Hurse stares back at him but there is no grin beneath his mask, and his head isn’t tilted, it’s shaking. Suddenly his hands fall away from Montgomery’s skull, extending to his sides. He tentatively backs from Lukas, as if suddenly overcome with a surge of regret.

Porno Lad: God damn I look gorgeous.

If Porno Lad’s words weren’t obnoxious enough, how about the lips he puckers towards his IPhone, which provides a mirror reflection of his mug.

Walker: Pfft, you ain’t got nothing on me son…Check out these beauties…

Aerik, one of many still getting dressed inside of the Good Movement’s private locker room, pulls back his jacket sleeve to reveal his cufflink.

Walker: 100% pure cubic zirconium. The best costume jewelry food stamps can buy.

Porno Lad: Wow…I’m soooo envious.

The two might continue to make jokes at one another’s expenses before the door leading to the room pops open with Sophie O’Brian and Polly Norah stepping inside. Every set of eyes shift towards the two women lurking in the doorway, or perhaps they’re glaring at the empty space beside them, a void left unfilled by Kordy.

Porno Lad: Well?

Ethan is already stepping away from Aerik, leaving him to engage his agent Paul Garrett in conversation. Presently Von Aaron is only focused on the pair before him…and for once said pair is not a reference to a set of tits….

Porno Lad: Where is she?

Sophie: We’ve scoured high and low for her, Ethan. But she’s nowhere to be found.

Porno Lad: I gave you two one simple instruction, bring Kordy to me. And you couldn’t even do that right. What do I keep you around for?

His eyes, which flash with anger, are directed primarily at Polly.

Sophie: Careful, love….

It’s rather ambiguous as to rather Sophie is trying to congeal Ethan or Polly…perhaps both.

Porno Lad: I won’t tolerate disobedience amongst the ranks of my Harem, you ladies will do what I say when I say it, and there will be no lip, and there sure as shit won’t be any failure. Now I texted Kordy at the beginning of the show and told her to show up for her fitting…

His open palm drifts towards all those confined in the Good Movement dressing room stuffing themselves into suits and tight black dresses.

Porno Lad: We have a HUGE opportunity to make an impression on the powers that be tonight, and I’ll be DAMNED if Kordy jeopardizes it all because by throwing a temper tantrum.

Sophie: She’s not happy you forced her to watch what we did to Brittany on NewAge.

Porno Lad: Oh bleed me a river from your vagina….give me a fucking break.

Sophie: That can be arranged.

Porno Lad: What?

Sophie: Nothing.

Porno Lad: Just-just get out of my way so that I can find Kordy.

The lovers part so that Porno Lad can come between them, storming out of the dressing room and into the hallway.

Porno Lad: Jesus Christ, I’ve got to do everything around here EVERYTHING! And look good doing it the whole damned time!

As Porno Lad voice drifts into the background we can now hear from others gathered in the locker-room. Aerik has just finished sliding his jacket over his shoulders and is in the process of straightening his lapel.

Garrett: Hey big guy.

Walker turns to acknowledge ‘The Genius’ Paul Garret, who stands between Samantha Hodgson and Marie Jones. All three individuals are staring collectively into the phone held by Walker’s white haired manager.

Walker: What’s going on Paul?

Garrett: Just got some news via Karen McBride’s Twitter account…

Walker: And I should care, why?

Jones: Anything that has to do with Prestige has to do with us.

Garrett: Seems William Mason’s little gal-pal is headed to the ring to drop her nuclear bomb.

Jones: Which would give us a chance to send William a message, don’t you think?

Walker: True. But on the other hand, I did just get done fixing my tie.

Hodgson: Oh big man, I think Sinistry will understand if you show up to their planned festivities for tonight with a little blood on your hands.

Walker: A little? Nooo. Because once I get started, there’s gonna be a LOT.

Garrett: Then how about we head out there and start to make Prestige’s night VERY interesting.

The four make their departure and now only Alana Starr is left standing there, in the process of putting on some pearls. It isn’t until she has the necklace in place that she notices everyone has abandoned her.

Alana: Hello? Where iiiiissss everybody?

Mayfield: Seems everyone’s abandoned you, dear.

Starr takes focus off of her lavish, yet dark apparel, in order to prepare herself for open combat. She knuckles up towards the man who stands with his shoulder propped against the doorframe. Marcus Mayfield, boyfriend to Starr’s bitter rival Kathryn Pearson, stands half in the room and half out of it.

Mayfield: I would get use to that feeling. Because once you have been defeated at Reawakening Day, all of your sucks up and kiss asses will abandon you.

Alana: Awww, Marcus, have you come to see what TRUE beauty looks like? Grown weary of seeing your plastic, tattooed skank, and now want to catch a peek at an all-natural GOOD girl?

Mayfield: Actually, I come with a warning for you, Alana.

Alana: Warning? Why do I have a feeling this is going to come off more like a threat?

Mayfield: For everything you fail to be you ARE quite insightful. Take this news however you will, Alana, I do not care what your reaction is. I’m just here to inform you that you may have put Kathryn down momentarily, by my fair lady will return stronger than ever. Count on stepping into the ring with a far different, far more powerful woman than the one you injured several weeks ago.

Alana: He….hehe…hehehehehe.

Alana stifles her giggles behind her palm.

Alana: Thanks Marcus, I really needed a good laugh tonight.

The crowd rips from their chairs and are about to start disrobing in the stands at the sight of Evolution Champion Andre Jordan. His loyal supporters may be enthusiastic, but Jordan is about as far removed from excited as one can possibly be. He is currently in 100% Debbie Downer mode and not a single force on the planet can raise his spirits. So he marches along looking as agitated as a honeycomb of bees hit with a rock, and someone is about to feel his sting. He stops stomping down the corridor, grabs the knob leading to his dressing room and pops it open. The voices that instantly fills his ears lets him know exactly whom to swarm.

Gavin: You are nothing short of a constant inspiration.

A wheelchair bound Gavin directs his comments towards Tabitha Silverstone, who is currently stretching her arms and her torso. Andre overlooks the two inside of his room with an understandably suspicious expression on his face.

Jordan: Oh God, if ever there was a time where I wished the building wasn’t handicapped accessible.

Gavin actually acknowledges Jordan and Andre’s backhanded insult directed at the wheelchair planted beneath the All Star.

Gavin: Aaaanndreee, BUDDY!

Though Gavin speaks loud, he speaks without sincerity.

Jordan: Tabitha please tell me why you’ve let this son of a bitch into OUR locker-room?

Tabitha frowns towards her client, who sees through Gavin like he were a McDonald’s bag smeared by a greasy Big Mac.

Tabitha: Dre, please…

Gavin: Yes Dre, PLEASE!

It took three little words to get Dre to ball up all five of his knuckles.

Gavin: How dare you be so rude towards the disabled. Have you no shame?

The ‘injury’ Gavin suffered on NewAge is referenced not through words, but through the gestures to Taylor’s obnoxiously huge leg cast, one covered in signatures and well wishes.

Andre: You really want to know what it feels like to be disabled?

Gavin: Threats? What gives? Seriously, here I am literally on my last legs, still showing up to have Tabitha’s back, and this is how you repay me?

Andre: Bitch, your injury as about as real as Pamela Anderson’s tits….

Gavin: Mmmm…sorry, was day dreaming there for a moment. Don’t tell my wife.

Andre: And as long as we’re….wait….what do you mean you’re here to watch Tabitha’s back?

Things become a bit clearer when Silverstone reveals that she’s sliding a pad up her arm and over her elbow.

Andre: Time out! What the hell do you think you’re doing Tabitha?

Tabitha: Dre, this thing between Alana and I, its gone on way too long. I’m tired of being seeing as a weakness, as a chink in your armor. I need to stand up Alana tonight and show everyone that I’m not a hindrance….

Andre: Tabitha…Tabitha…Tabitha. That’s ridiculous. You’ve got nothing you need to prove. Don’t you realize that a one on one match between you and Starr is exactly what Alana has been after since day one? You’re just playing straight into her hands.

Gavin: Tabitha, babe, you know how much I respect Andre, but everything he just said, was the biggest pile of shit since the Godfather III….

Oh how Jordan would love to give Gavin a legitimate reason for being in that wheelchair.

Gavin: We talked about this, Tabitha, and it took some doing on my part, but didn’t I convince you that facing Alana tonight was for the best of Silverstone International? You can’t afford to look weak, not when your agency is on the cusp of such rapid expansion. You’ve got to show the world that you’re strong, and that your capable of not only defending yourself, but your clients as well. I mean, I know I’LL take solace in knowing that I have an absolute ass kicker in my corner….one who looks exceptional in heels to boot.

Andre: Talk about piles of shit…

Tabitha: No, he’s got a point Jordan.

Tabitha turns her back on Gavin, holding Jordan at bay, which becomes increasingly difficult when Dre bears witness to Taylor’s wink and upturned thumb.

Tabitha: I HAVE to do something about Alana. I HAVE to show I’m not her punching bag..

Gavin: And you will Tabitha. You’ll finally take your stand tonight, face Alana one on one, and in the process the two of you will work out all your differences, bringing us one step closer to doing exactly as I promised on NewAge, at long last redeeming Alana Starr. See, everything works out perfectly, and everyone comes up smelling like roses.

Andre: That’s funny, because I smell something else every time you open your mouth, Gavin.

Tabitha: That’s enough out of the two of you. Now Andre….

Jordan bites his tongue to the point where he almost gnaws it in half.

Tabitha: What’s done is done. I’m set in my ways. I WILL fight Alana tonight…

Andre: Alright, FINE. But if you’re gonna do it, then I DEMAND that Gavin not be allowed anywhere near the ring.

Gavin: WHAT!?!

Tabitha: Gavin…

Gavin: Yes dear.

Tabitha: Maybe Andre has a point. For one your injured, and we can’t have any distractions at ringside either.

Gavin: Distractions? You consider MOI to be a distraction?

Tabitha: Just please let Andre and I handle this. You sit here and rest.

Silverstone stands tall before Gavin and will no doubt do the same when her path collides with Alana Starr in a matter of moments. As the super-agent vacates the dressing room, all Gavin can do is sit there and pout. Eventually his eyes find their way up and into the shaking head of Jordan.

Andre: Nice try, Gavin. But I’m gonna make sure Tabitha not only gets a fair fight with Alana, I’m gonna make sure Tabitha wins it.

The Evolution Champion lifts a foot, wedges it to the wheelchair and then kicks back. Before Gavin has a chance to realize what’s happening, he finds himself rolling in reverse right into an open closet. The door it then slammed shut, trapping Taylor inside with Jordan taking a chair and wedging it between the knob and the floor. This completely locks Gavin within the closet, Andre taking whatever lengths necessary to keep Taylor from once again harming their agent.

Several EMTS are gathered at ringside, leading shattered bodies away from a shattered announce table. Montgomery and Mika lean heavily upon the frames of several EMTs, who are escorted, not via their own power towards the back. Security assists several of these emergency aids by removing cuffs from around HKykas’s wrists, freeing him from the turnbuckle and also assisting him towards the backstage area.

Mayne: Ladies and gentlemen, if you’re just joining us, you missed THE defining moment of the year. Decay and Jed Wayne and Hurse absolutely mangled the Blacklist and it was by far the most amazing visual we’ve ever witnessed.

As the Blacklist are dragged to the back another force moves to the ring, and prepares to leave the crowd with yet another topic of conversation. Karen McBride makes her way down the ramp to a largely mixed reception from the crowd. There are those who have enjoyed her opposition to the Sinistry, and then there are others still tepid to embrace her.

Mayne: Hurry up, someone cut the transmission, someone cut the feed. Karen McBride is out here and she’s going to drop the bomb. PLEASE switch to commercial….PLEASE!

McBride’s motivations have remained in the dark, but now Karen is about to cast a spotlight upon them. A microphone is placed in McBride’s palm and there looks to be excitement in her expression.

Karen: So I’ve given the powers that be the benefit of the doubt time and time again. I’ve afforded Desmond Drake countless opportunities to uphold his end of the bargain the two of us arranged several weeks ago. And where has my time and patience got me? Absolutely nowhere. At least not any closer to seeing Desmond fulfill the promises he made me nearly four months ago.

The horse’s mouth is getting closer to the carrot Karen dangles before it.

Karen: I told Desmond flat out, straight to his face, with no mixed messages that he either make me a champion, or I wouldn’t keep silent any longer. Well, here I am without a championship, but you can bet that I have plenty to say.

The horse has the carrot, and is just about to chew.

Karen: The time for secrets is over. I’m ready to stop staying quiet and start dropping some bombs…

The vegetable is about to satiate the equine only for things to prematurely turn to horse-shit.

Mya: Not happening, Karen!

The fans react in much the same fashion as McBride, everyone throwing their arms into the air in an aggravated fashion at the sight of Mya Denton skipping towards the ring. The Queen of the Ring Championship remains wrapped around her waist, the stolen title giving her a false sense of superiority.

Mayne: Oh lord, the two most despised ladies on the SIN roster in the ring at the same time? For those who have Tivoed the show, now is the time to hit your fast forward buttons. You DON’T want to hear what either of these have to say.

Karen: Mya dear, would you please stay out of this? I only need five minutes.

Mya: Yeah, five minutes to try and take my championship away from me? I’m not about to let you and Dessie conspire to steal my belt. I worked too hard for it.

Denton makes this confession upon entering the ring and slapping the gold unjustly locked around her slim tummy.

Karen: Okay, you know what Mya, prepare yourself for a blow to your ego, but my announcement has NOTHING to do with you.

The more Karen speaks, the more sour Mya’s expression becomes.

Karen: Besides, I’ve lost faith that Desmond will follow through on anything he’s promised me, including getting you to hand over that Queen of the Ring Championship. So I’ve kind of reconciled myself to the fact that I’ll just have to beat you, and four other ladies, to win it at Reawakening Day.

Mya: You think I’m buying into this? Huh? HUH? I’m NOT. I know what you’re up to. I know that you and Desmond are setting me up. But I’m not going to fall for it, Karen, not after everything Mya had to sacrifice to be a champion…

The fact that Mya referred to herself as if talking about a totally different person, combined with her delusions that she’s champion without ever having won the title, has Karen scratching her head.

Mya: Desmond is a pervert and a fiend, and you are no better. You’re all cut-throats working to ruin me. So fuck you…fuck Desmond and fuck the Sinistry. Nobody is taking my title away from me…NOBODY. And if you even try it, I’ll let the whole world in on my OWN nuclear bomb.

Karen: Listen here Norman Bates…

If Mya was sour before, now she’s incredibly bitter over having her mental issues poked fun at.

Karen: I’m gonna tell you this one last time, my announcement tonight has absolutely NOTHING to do with you OR the championship. So run along now, go find some Barbie Dolls you can rip the heads off of.

Mya: Oooooh Karen…oh sweet Karen, I already have found a Barbie Doll, and I think I will tear her head off.

Denton rushes forward and lays into McBride with punches. Though Karen was caught off guard, she still manages to retaliate with fists of her own.

Mayne: Alright, this is more like it. Please stick to your word Mya and tear Karen’s head off of her shoulders. Keep her from being able to say anything.

Punches continues to fly between both faces, and the more these blows connect the bigger the smile forms across Desmond’s face. He steps through the curtains to the stage looking overjoyed, even as his ears are bombarded by the obnoxious “GOOD” chants from a small collection of fans in the front row.

Drake: Well now, looks to me like we’ve got ourselves an unprecedented opportunity.

Mya and Karen continue trading shots even with a far more inviting target running his mouth on the stage.

Drake: It seems you two are ready for action. So how about we get your opponents out here, and let’s see you two team up for some tag action?

The gold tooth in Desmond’s mouth flashes as he forms the broadest smile imaginable, setting Mya and Karen up for disaster. He makes himself scarce after ensuring that the two ladies will make one another scarred.

TINA VALENTINUE & CASSIDY CAGE VS. KAREN MCBRIDE & MYA DENTON

Mayne: There’s no way Mya and Karen are going to coexist with each other, and Desmond realized that, hence why he started this match when their estrogen was flowing at an all time high.

Mya and McBride are ready to tear each other apart, which means they are completely unprepared to be partners. And as if this situation wasn’t already chaotic enough, now we hear the lyrics of Billy Talent’s ‘Runnin’ Across the Tracks.’

Through the curtains strolls Cassidy Cage, who pauses on the ramp to kick back her hair, run her fingers through it and then pump a fist to get the crowd energized, as if they weren’t already pumped enough.

Mayne: You’re not gonna hear this from me very often Cassidy, but thank you….Thank you for making a chaotic situation even more chaotic. Now attack both of these bitches in the ring before they raise their guards and can defend themselves.

Cage stops on the ramp and continues to survey the excited fans as well as the warring factions gathered around the ring. A smile forms on her face, feeling right at home in the thick of this anarchy.

Mayne: Wipe that smile off your face, Cassidy. You have no right to grin given the disrespect you’ve shown our Sinistry masters in recent weeks. I would suggest if you want to appease your new rulers that you go to that ring and eviscerate the two ladies currently standing inside of it. They’ve been just as big a nuisance as you’ve been. Time to wipe the slate clean.

Cage listens to the increasingly loud reception of the crowd before it becomes downright deafening. Her ear drums burst at the same time that her spine does. A steel chair is swung into her upper back by her very own tag team partner, Tina Valentine.

Mayne: Hahahaha….yes-YES, this match is starting off better than I could have dreamed.

The stiff strike to the upper back knocks Cage off of her feet and sends her rolling down the ramp towards the ring. The chair lowers to Tina’s side as she walks right past her tag team partner in the direction of the ring.

Tina: You’re not going to stand in my way bitch. Nothing’s going to keep me away from the championship.

Perhaps Cage is now regretting the slap she gave to Valentine a few minutes earlier, especially when she feels the chair slap down over her upper back a second time. The sound of steel against spine echoes throughout the arena and leaves Cage sprawled across the ramp, absolutely agonizing. The chair is finally thrown aside and Tina makes her way up the steps into the squared circle.

Mayne: I would say that Tina has just put herself at a disadvantage going into a handicap match at this point, but it’s not like her opponents are on the same page. Hell, Valentine might have just given herself an advantage by taking out her own partner, because now she doesn’t have to worry about watching her back when it comes to Cassidy.

Things play out just as Mayne speculated, with Denton shoving aside referee Ficklebottom, charging across the ring and going after McBride with a clothesline. But Karen gets her boot up and into the chin of her inbound partner. The kick sends Mya twisting into the ropes and falling through them. Even though Karen has just taken out her own partner, one of her biggest hurdles, she is given no time for solace. She turns right around into the Harlem Crusher delivered by Tina.

Mayne: This couldn’t get any sweeter if it were covered in buttercream frosting.

Valentine’s elevated knees destroy McBride’s face, sending Karen spiraling to the canvas. Tina closes the gap between them, crawling towards Karen, and instead of going for the pin, she unleashes punch after punch across McBride’s face.

Mayne: Why didn’t you go for the pin Tina? Ooooh wait, I have an uplifting feeling that Valentine is out to destroy McBride rather than simply pin her. Is it possible that Tina is actually falling in line for once, that she’s actually doing what Desmond requested of her? Although it makes sense for her to want to cripple her opponents as much as possible to set up an easy win for Valentine at Reawakening Day.

Each punch to the welt on Karen’s forehead causes Valentine to grin wider and wider. A hand of hair is snatched and entangled around Tina’s fingers, used to pull Karen to her feet and into a fisherman suplex with the bridge. However, Valentine doesn’t maintain the bridge for pinning purposes, instead she rolls to her side and holds onto McBride in the process, pulling her up to her feet. She then twists her body enough to maintain the clutch on Karen’s hair and the hook of her knee, but instead of going for the fisherman suplex, she nails a lightening spiral. The back of Karen’s head hits the canvas at a particularly nasty angle, leaving her twitching and flopping across the canvas.

Mayne: Talk about combinations. That might have just fractured Karen’s neck, which makes it kind of hard to drop a nuclear bomb.

McBride twitches and Tina rises, approaching a nearby turnbuckle, which she eagerly scales. She reaches the top rope with her back aimed in Karen’s direction, preparing to hit a moonsault or perhaps something even more devastating. However, Tina’s move is derailed not by an opponent, but by her partner. Cage climbs up onto the apron, reaches up and grabs Valentine by the ankle, ripping her leg out from under her. As a result Tina comes crashing down on her seat across the top rope and then drops back, hanging in a tree of woe. At the same time Cage climbs the corner, stands on the top rope, purposely putting a foot on top of Valentine’s knee and then launches herself through the air. The Manhattan Center erupts at the sight of Cassidy nailing a diving headbutt straight to Karen’s chest.

Mayne: Swan dive on McBride…..Did that rhyme too? I just can’t turn it off.

Once again all Karen can do is lie there and twitch as Cage crawls into the cover, hooking both legs. It’s clear that she’s here for a win, not for the destruction of one of either McBride of Denton.

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Karen isn’t about to allow Cage that win, launching her shoulder from the ring.

Though aggravated by this kick out, it doesn’t stop Cage from continuing to put a hurting on her opponents and her own partner. She steps in and wedges a shoulder straight to Valentine’s ribs, heaving her up out of the tree of woe position and then rushing across the canvas. She delivers a running powerslam that drives Valentine right into Karen’s body.

Mayne: I have never seen anything this beautiful in my entire life. Not even when I saw that Twitter pic of Taylor Chase giving us all a crotch shot as she exited her car. Thank you Scott Cannon.

McBride curls into the fetal position, clutching to the outside, spills to the mats and reaches for her kidneys. It takes some doing to overcome the blows from the chair shot in order to compel Cage towards the cover. She throws herself over the body of McBride, hoping that she’s done enough to put the wealthy young lady down for the three count.

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It might have been enough to earn Cage a big win, but we’ll never know, because Tina intervenes. She actually pulls her own partner off the pin, costing her team a potential win. She drags Cage’s lower body under the ropes, Tina turning her back towards Cassidy’s legs and draping them over her shoulders. The building rumbles with a riotous response at the sight of Valentine stepping away from the ring with Cage hanging over her back only to ultimately fling her over into an Alabama Slam across the thin protective mats.

Mayne: These PARTNERS destroying each other….Which means they’ll probably be in line for a Tag Team Title match next.

Cassidy’s body slams with such force against the mats, sending her into convulsions, and her every painful gesticulations brings a broader grin to Valentine’s face. She truly enjoys the sight of Cage’s suffrage, and is about to inflict so much more on a recovering McBride.

The Duchess climbs up onto the apron and starts to slip through the ropes, only making it half way through before Karen cuts her off with a big forearm to the side of the skull. She then nails another forearm and another and another, debilitating Valentine, debilitating her just enough for Mya to step in and take advantage. She steps across the ringside mats and stops just beneath Valentine, placing her in an electric chair drop position. The crowd screeches as Tina is dragged away from the apron, seated across Mya’s shoulders and throwing punches down into her face repeatedly.

Just then Karen comes diving through the ropes, nailing a suicide headbutt directly into Valentine, sending her flipping off of Mya’s shoulders.

Mayne: Ahhh, I think that might be the closest thing we see to a tag team move in this entire contest.

McBride crashes to the mats alongside the seated Denton and the laid out Valentine. In spite of working as a team, unintentionally of course, Denton and McBride rise back to their feet in anticipation of throwing blows. Before they can do that, Cage staggers in behind Mya, wedges hands to her back and shoves her forward right into Karen, the two cracking heads off of one another. Denton twists around into Cage, who grabs her around the neck, twists her towards the ring and rolls her inside. She slides into the squared circle, crawls up beside Denton and flings one fist after another straight across her brow.

Mayne: Fuck her up Cage…Fuck her up….

That’s precisely what Cage is doing, nailing a rapid fire succession punches. She then seizes hold of Mya’s hair, pulls her up to her feet, wedges a shoulder to her ribs and powers her across the ring, ramming her spine directly into the ropes. Mya is pushed right through the cables and onto the apron while Cage continue to stoop over, a position that Karen takes immediate advantage of. McBride rushes across the ring, grabs Cage by the inner thigh and pulls her down into a school boy.

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Cage doesn’t kick out….noooo. that would be too simple, she gets her shoulder and rolls over to her knees, before grabbing Karen by the hair and forcing her up to her feet. She sets her up for a leaping sit-out facebuster, X-Factor style, only to have McBride reach out and catch Cage’s legs over her shoulders and drop into a sit-out powerbomb.

Mayne: No, somebody kill Karen, now!

Immediately after hitting the powerbomb, Karen rolls over backwards to her feet. She then scrambles across them and delivers a quick elbow drop, rolls to her feet, rushes into the ropes, ricochets off and nails a second quick elbow. Back to her feet and back into the ropes, only to find them low bridged by her own tag team partner. McBride goes flipping over them, getting her shoulder slapped in the process, Denton making the blind tag.

No sooner than Karen crashes to the mats, Mya goes crashing into Cassidy after springing from the top rope and flying across the ring into her own elbow drop. She nails Cage straight to sternum with the move then rolls along to her feet only to leave them in order to connect with a double stomp to the ribcage.

Cage grimaces and groans from the pain while Mya continues to stand on Cassidy’s mid-section and now performs a standing moonsault. She comes crashing down right on top of Cage with the Queen of the Ring Championship belt stilled wrapped around Denton’s mid-section, causing the gold to smash Cassidy viciously across the body.

Mayne: Wait, shouldn’t Denton be disqualified for using that title as a weapon…rather she intended to or not? And shouldn’t she be arrested for having that title in the first place?

Denton makes the cover on Cage.

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It seems victory is hand only for Mya’s foot to fall into the clutches of McBride, she slides Mya off of the pin and slaps her on the leg in the process. A blind tag has been made while Karen pulls Denton all the way out of the ring and ends up forcing her to crash right down onto her face. McBride then climbs up onto the apron, grabs the top rope and comes flipping over it directly into a flip over leg drop right across Cage’s throat.

Mayne: Get back in there Valentine. Your partner is blowing it.

Could Tina get back in the match, of course she could.

Will she? Not just yet.

Why? Because she’s far too busy enjoying the sight of her ‘partner’ taking this beating at the hands of their adversaries.

She leans on the apron, smirking incredulously at the sight of Cage being further victimized, now with a single leg crab. Karen rolls Cassidy to her chest and leans back into the hold, really applying the pressure at this point, twisting the knee until it’s on the brink of snapping. The cartilage inside barely holds together as the knee prepares to be popped straight out of it’s joint. As Cage’s anguish intensifies, Tina’s laughter intensifies. Valentine is enjoying this immensely.

The chuckles from Valentine inspires Cage to dig her claws into the canvas and pull herself defiantly towards the ropes. All the while Tina crouches on the apron behind the ropes, patronizingly gesturing for Cage to reach out and grab the cables.

Tina: Stop whining like a bitch and grab the ropes. Come on now….just reach out for them ‘partner.’

Cage does just that, extending her hand for the bottom rope which Valentine takes the liberty of pulling back, ensuring that Cassidy can’t take hold of it.

Tina: Just a little further…just a little further.

Cage’s arm almost snaps out of it socket as it extends once again for the ropes, prompting Tina to pull back even further on the ropes.

Tina: Awww, put in a little more effort than that.

Cassidy: AAAAAH!

She FINALLY reaches out and grabs the bottom rope.

Tina: That a girl.

Cage not only grabs the ropes, but now she reaches up through the cables and wraps her hands around Tina’s throat. The crowd is screeching at this visual as Cage finds herself trapped in the single leg crab yet at the same time is reaching through the ropes choking Tina on the apron.

Mayne: This has to be the craziest thing I’ve ever witnessed.

Suddenly Mya comes flipping over the rope and crashes with a senton across the back of Cassidy, bringing her down to the canvas, forcing Cage to break the choke on Tina, and causing Karen to release her opponent from the leg crab. Mya quickly rolls along to her feet, rushes in behind Valentine and goes for a clothesline on her own partner, Karen turning in time to duck the inbound arm. Denton spirals across the ring after missing the lariat and falls into the ropes, Karen then comes charging in and nails a clothesline straight to Denton’s throat. The move sends Mya flipping over the ropes and the causes her Queen of the Ring Championship to come sliding right off of her waist. At the same time that Mya hits the mats, the title belt hits the canvas. The gold ends up splayed across the ring right at Karen’s feet, presenting her with an opportunity she couldn’t possibly turn down.

Her hands extend for the gold, taking hold of it, lifting the championship across her palms.

Mayne: Mya was right, she was right all along. McBride’s bombshell DOES involve the Queen of the Ring Title. She IS here to take the belt tonight.

The gold continues to be examined by McBride, lost in its luster. That’s when a screeching Mya reaches under the ropes and grabs her partner by the ankles.

Mya: Take your hands off my belt you psychopath!

Yes, Mya DID just call someone else a psychopath. Take a second and think on that for a moment.

And not only does she cast aspersions with her words, she inflicts violence with her hands. Denton slides McBride out of the ring and before Karen has a chance to react she’s being shot off into the ring post. Karen drops the Queen of the Ring Title on the very mats she staggers across which ultimately leads her face first into the ring post. Her skull ricochets off of the steel, yet even with this sickening thud she remains on her feet, trying to hold herself up. Although disorientated and feeling like her brain is about to burst out of its skull, Karen remains on her feet.

She’ll regret not going down when she finds herself turning into a blow right between the eyes with the Queen of the Ring Championship, Mya taking her out with the belt.

Mayne: Good job Mya…VERY good job. You might be high on the Sinistry shit-list but I will still give praise where praise is deserved.

Karen lies on the mats, gripping her skull while Mya slides back into the ring, still holding the strap. She rushes in behind Cage at this point only for Cassidy to turn in the nick of time to catch Denton by the creases of her knees. Mya collapses onto her back while Cassidy tries to get some form of submission locked in. Tina has her back turned on all of this, rubbing her throat left red by the strangulation, and unleashing a string of curse words. That’s when Cage drops back and catapults Denton directly into Tina’s back, knocking Valentine off of the apron and once again causing Mya to drop the championship belt. She then comes staggering back right into Cage, who delivers a bridging German suplex.

The official is at his wits end at this point, having no earthly idea what should be done considering that Mya is NOT the legal participant in this match. However, since there are no rules in this type of encounter, Ficklebottom decides to drop and make the count.

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Denton’s shoulder flies from the canvas mere seconds before she could experience the vitriol taste of defeat.

Mayne: Damn you, Cassidy, your good for nothing….absolutely nothing!

This match hasn’t only left Denton suffering, but Valentine as well. She painstakingly pulls herself up with the aid of the barricade, wearing a huge welt across her forehead. Once her brain clues into the fact that her body won’t be standing any time soon, she collapses to her seat, leaning with her back against the barrier. Assistance is provided by William Mason, JaMarcus Avery, as well as Melanie and Blaire McBride, the four surrounding Karen and assisting her up to her feet.

Mayne: Somebody get these four out of here…get them out of here right now!!

Prestige isn’t going anywhere until they’ve assisted Karen to her feet, supporting her fractured body. McBride’s sisters turn themselves into amateur EMTs, delicately handling Karen as they pop her up and begin to lead her away with the ring. However, it seems Pain and Pleasure have mistaken the intent of Prestige, because here comes Danny Darko.

Mayne: Oh yes…this is gonna be good…This is gonna be great…this is gonna be AWESOME! Get some body bags ready.

It appears Pain and Pleasure are about to mix it up with Prestige at ringside, JaMarcus turning himself into a human shield. He steps in front of the McBride sisters, extending his thick and powerful arms out to his sides and putting his palms to the stomachs of his employers. William peeks out from behind the shoulder of Avery, glaring directly into the eyes of Danny Darko.

Darko: How predictable. Hiding behind your wealth and your power yet again, huh? And you have the audacity to claim that I’M weak, that I’M helpless, that I’M hiding behind others? You’ve got it all wrong William, I don’t hide behind my allies, I stand up for them….

Danny’s eyes repeatedly drift towards the ring, staring into Mya’s unoccupied corner.

Darko: Let me familiarize you with a concept you have little appreciation or understanding of…COURAGE.

Danny breaks away from Prestige and climbs up onto the apron, filling the void in Mya’s corner left behind by the now injured McBride. He then extends his palm, insisting his Pain and Pleasure comrade, Denton, make the tag.

Mayne: What in the Sam hell is going on here? Yes, I did just say Sam hell….deal with it.

Surprise is heard in the tones of the crowd at the visual of Darko stepping up on behalf of his team. At the same time Mason is instructing his bodyguard Avery to lead the McBride sisters backstage, where they’ll be safe.

Avery: You coming?

Mason: In a minute.

Mason lingers behind, in spite of the threat it poses, allowing Avery to escort the McBrides to the back. If Karen were conscious, she’d probably resist being whisked from ringside by Melanie and Blaire, but unfortunately the trauma inflicted on her head leaves her incapable of putting up any resistance.

There’s nothing to stop Darko from assuming McBride’s place in this match though, nothing save for Cassidy, who keeps Denton from making the tag. She drags Mya back towards the center of the ring and rolls her to her back, attempting to step through the legs and go for a sharpshooter presumably.

Well Mya has never been one to deal with presumptions, and she sure as hell won’t put up with a sharpshooter either. She wedges her feet directly to Cassidy’s ribs and shoves her off, sending Cassidy twisting across the ring and falling into the ropes. Her throat lands on the middle cable just as Valentine cracks her over the top of her skull with that same steel chair she initially laid Cassidy out with.

Mayne: Good SINISTRY! What a blow to the skull. Have you totally lost your senses Duchess?

The chair tumbles to the mats and Cassidy tumbles to the ring, rolling across it holding her mangled skull in her hands. Cage is in unspeakable agony, and to think, Valentine’s not even through yet. She drags Cassidy to the outside of the ring, takes her by the wrist and whips her along directly into the steel steps. Cage’s body crashes forcefully against the steel, taking her out and leaving nothing standing between Valentine and her ACTUAL opponent. She slides into the ring and goes after Denton, who just managed to get a knee before Tina blasts Denton upside the skull with a forearm.

Tina drags Mya up to her feet and pulls her into a short arm clothesline that Denton manages to duck. She takes off into the ropes behind Valentine, while Tina takes off into the ropes in front of herself. They ricochet off the cables simultaneously, rush across the canvas simultaneously, and then lunge into crossbodies SIMULTANEOUSLY.

Mayne: They just crushed one another. This couldn’t have worked out any better.

Mya and Valentine suffer a nasty mid-air collision, knocking each other down to the canvas where they curl into fetal positions, holding their traumatized ribs. Obviously if a tag were going to be made, NOW would be the time to do it. Mya drags herself towards the outstretched hand of Darko.

Tina has the same idea, instinctively moving towards her corner, in spite of the fact that there is no one standing in it. After having taken out Cage, there’s absolutely no one to slap the hand Valentine extends for a tag. Or at least that was the case before Mason decided to grow a backbone. He swallows what looks like a canary, a huge lumping forming in his throat before he leaps into his corner. Before he can talk himself out of it, Mason climbs up onto the apron and reaches out to reciprocate Tina’s tag.

Mayne: What is going through your head, Mason? Haven’t you learned yet? Haven’t you realized that every time you stand up to Pain and Pleasure you’re left laying? Don’t forget what they ALMOST did to you last week with that 2×4 wrapped in barbwire.

Darko doesn’t even realize what Mason is up to, not until Mya slaps Danny’s hand and brings him into the match. Danny leaps over the ropes into the ring, steps to the center and suddenly finds himself glaring straight into the face of Mason. William gets the tag, slides through the ropes and now discovers Danny’s piercing eyes blaring right back at him.

Mayne: This is a moment a long time in the making, now eviscerate one another…I said do it!!

The two men in the ring have long desired a means of ending their personal rivalry, and although they’re scheduled to collide in the four way match at Reawakening Day tonight gives them yet another chance to resolve their issues. After all their Twitter wars, and numerous run ins inside of the ring, the two at last meet in the ring with more than an exchange of insults. Fists fly between Mason and Darko, the two going back and forth with this barrage of blows.

Mayne: Their doing it…Their doing it…Their destroying each other….I love it.

The crowd is swept into an absolute frenzy at the sight of Darko nailing Mason to the jaw with punches, and William returning with strikes of his own. Finally William delivers a kick to Danny’s gut, doubling him over. He then drags Darko’s head into position for the Perfect Driver.

Just before he can be dumped on his skull, Darko pulls it out from under Mason’s seat, then launches his foot straight at William’s face. The Darkolator is just about to connect, only to nail nothing but air.

Just before he can be smashed in the face, William ducks it and causes Darko to fly right over him. Danny lands on his feet and William rushes in behind him, places hands to his back and shoves him along into the turnbuckle. Darko spins around and crashes into the corner spine first with Mason closing the gap between them and ultimately launching himself into a knee strike. It seems William is on the cusp of unleashing the Mason’s Ambition but Darko isn’t on the cusp of suffering from it.

He ducks down out of the way and William lands on the corner instead of crushing Danny’s face with his kneecap. Danny moves and moves quickly, spinning William around, taking him around the neck and pulling him off of the corner into position for the Darko Driver.

Mayne: Spike him on top of his head already!

The driver variant from the suplex position is just about to connect only for Mason to shift his weight and come down on his feet directly behind his nemesis. He then rushes forward into the lariat aimed at the back of Darko’s head.

The hairs on the back of Danny’s neck alert him to the impending calamity, prompting him to stoop forward. The bicep misses its target and Mason spins into the ropes thanks to his momentum. He ricochets off said cables, rushes forward and gets cracked in the ribs with a boot. Danny reaches out, hooking his arms around William’s thigh, setting up for the Last Rites. He heaves William into the air and just begins to spin into the Cradle Piledriver only William manages to once again shift his weight, coming back down onto his feet. He then twists around out of the piledriver predicament into a spinning lariat. It connects…..but so does Darko’s.

Danny spirals into a discus clothesline at the same time, both men engulfing both throats, knocking both bodies to the canvas.

Mayne: Well, at the very least they’ve debilitated one another’s ability to speak.

The crowd is particularly expressive at this point as Darko and Mason lay on the canvas clutching their throats. Darko only takes his hand away from his throat so he can point towards Mya, then redirect his finger to the outside of the ring. Mya, who has returned to her team’s corner, immediately vacates it, dropping to the mats, grabbing the tarp hanging from the ring and throwing it into the air. She then reaches beneath the squared circle and retrieves a sledgehammer to a broad smile across Denton’s face, and squeals from the crowd.

Mayne: OOOOH YEAH! Someone give me a wall to burst through so I can complete my Kool-Aid impersonation.

The hammer is about to be dropped, Mya sliding it under the ropes directly into Darko’s hands. He scoops it up and turns it into a makeshift crutch, pushing himself up to his feet. He turns with the weapon in hand, about to finish what he started last week with Mason.

Unfortunately William has no idea what fate is about to befall him, or what fate WAS about to befall him. Danny was just about to finish Mason off before down the ramp charges a very well dressed William Mason, and an equally as nicely bedecked Marie Jones. The two come sliding into the ring with Paul Garrett and Samantha Hodgson following behind. The nice, BLACK clothing isn’t the only thing that makes the Apocalypse members stand out, because Silverwolf ALSO comes toting a 2×4 wrapped in barbwire.

Mayne: And now a barbwire 2×4? This has just got be hornier than Kristie Alley pre-Hostess cupcake addiction.

If the crowd was excited before, now their nipples are as hard as diamonds. Silverwolf steps over the ropes with clear designs of introducing barbwire to flesh…Darko’s flesh. Danny seems him coming from the corner of his eye, prompting him to swing the hammer into the bat. Silverwolf spirals away and Danny waits for him to make a full rotation so that he can shatter Aerik’s skull with the sledgehammer. He swings just as Walker turns around and blocks the blow with the barbwire board.

Mayne: Come on already.

Aerik stops swinging with the board, and now it’s his knee that is swinging into Darko’s ribs. The sledgehammer falls out of Danny’s hands as he is doubled over by this blow. He then retaliates with a shot just below the belt, resulting Walker releasing his 2×4.

Mya just begins to slide into the ring in order to lend aid to her Pain and Pleasure associate only to be caught by the ankle. Tina drags Mya to the outside of the ring and the two begin to exchange right hands with one another, the opponents continuing to come to blows.

Mayne: Tina preventing Mya from interfering in this but I say the more the merrier. If more people involved with Pain and Pleasure want to be destroyed, so be it.

Walker and Darko have settled for punches rather than weapon strikes, they spiral around the ring delivering swift blows. Marie, who has some difficulty entering the ring given her gown, finally manages to enter the squared circle, but it might be too late to provide her partner with much in the way of aid. Aerik and Darko have managed to tackle one another through the ropes to the outside of the ring. They land on the mats, continuing to throw punch after punch against one another’s skulls while twisting their way up the ramp and towards the backstage area.

They are so single mindedly focused on one another that they don’t see Mason barreling up the ramp right until he throws himself into both Walker and Darko, hitting them with a splash that topples all three combatants.

Mayne: You imbecile Mason, you should have stayed out of this and let those two destroy each other.

Clearly emotions are running so high that nobody is thinking strategically at the moment. Mason wants all of Walker and Darko he can get his hands on, throwing punch after punch into the skull of the Pain and Pleasure member as both men lie across the ramp. Finally Danny fends off the blows, rolls along to his feet and begins to exchange shots with a now standing Mason. It doesn’t take long for Walker to rejoin the fracas, adding to the hailstorm of fists as all three men take their brawl through the curtains to the backstage area. Garrett follows behind, crying out towards his monster to inflict further savagery.

Marie screams at Walker as well, from the ring.

Marie: Wait for me, Aerik! WAIT!

Behind Marie two bodies come rolling into the ring, Denton and Valentine trading punches with one another. They end up in the center of the ring with Tina on top of Mya, slugging her over and over again against the cheek. This display of dominance doesn’t last long, Mya trading positions with her opponent, ending up on top of Valentine. Mya delivers hammering shots across Tina’s jaw, the crowd and Marie alike observing this brutality. A sneer forms across the face of Jones as she looks at Mya’s turned back and takes hold of the 2×4 left on the canvas by Walker.

Mayne: Yes, do it Jones…DO IT!

Marie approaches the 2×4 and stoops down to pick it up.

Hodgson: Oh wonderful…oh so wonderful. Do make that frumpy young girl suffer.

Samantha directs Marie to carve and puncture the body of Mya, while Denton is busy bludgeoning Tina’s face with blows. Just as the 2×4 begins to leave the canvas and find itself supported in Jones’ hands, Vanilla Skyy comes racing down the ramp. She then jumps to the apron and points the cables directly at the Phoenix.

In a kneejerk reaction, Marie drops the 2×4 and looks aghast at the gesture that Skyy is making. In a slow, methodical manner Skyy drags her thumb across her throat, indicating that Marie’s death is imminent.

Mayne: Why did you drop the 2×4….pick it up Marie, don’t let yourself be threatened.

Instead of going for the 2×4, Marie goes for something else. Her eyes turn towards the corner where Cassidy Cage is SUPPOSED to be standing and waiting for a tag from Valentine. At the same time Skyy’s eyes turn towards the corner where Karen McBride is SUPPOSED to be standing and waiting for a tag. Both Jones and Skyy share the same though at the same time, moving quickly into these vacated corners.

Mayne: Oh don’t tell me….

Marie extends her hand, Skyy extends her hand, both ladies imploring Mya and Valentine for a tag.

Mayne: This is INSANE!

The crowd agrees, hence why they are screaming with near lung deflating force. Valentine throws Mya off of her and again on instinct alone rolls towards her corner, spotting the outstretched hand of Jones waiting of her.

Tina: The hell with it.

She quickly overcomes all scruples and slaps Jones’ palm, bringing the Phoenix into this contest.

Across the ring Mya has rolled into her corner and is slapping the palm of Skyy, bring her Pain and Pleasure partner into this confrontation. And Vanilla enters the match in a very confrontational fashion. The second her feet hit the canvas she leaves the in order to deliver the White Out. However, the bicycle kick is ducked, Marie managing to JUST avoid having her head taken off. The Bitch From Barrow then turns into Phoenix’s boot.

A kick is nailed to Vanilla’s ribs, doubling her over and putting her in place for the Hot Shot. Jones straddles the back of Skyy’s head and hooks her arms for the pedigree.

Mayne: Someone PLEASE hit something….ANYTHING!

Jones tries but Vanilla avoids.

Skyy drops to her knees instead of being brought down on her face. She then crawls through Marie’s legs, leaps to her feet behind Marie’s back and leaps to the middle rope, springing off with designs of driving her shin into Marie’s face. Amazingly Jones ducks her head in the nick of time, causing Vanilla to go flying over her, the roundhouse kick missing and forcing Skyy to land on her feet instead. She then turns around, stooped slightly, which puts her in the perfect place for Marie, who extends her leg across the back of Skyy’s head, going for the Vindicator.

Jones is right on the cusp of potentially cracking her opponent’s neck only to have Skyy swing out of position at the last second, causing Marie to go staggering forward into the ropes and spilling through them. Skyy doesn’t allow her to get very far, rolling out of the ring and going after Marie, the two coming to blows and twisting up the ramp towards the backstage area.

Hodgson watches the two brawl to the back while following along behind them.

Hodgson: Beautiful, absolutely beautiful.

At last Samantha vanishes through the curtains, meaning we’re now down to two. Valentine and Mya are struggling to their feet, this toll of this crazy and violent affair taking its toll on their bodies. They slide back into the ring at this point with Valentine going after Denton, and Denton going after Valentine. Fists swing between both ladies fists, the two teeing off once again. This proves unsuccessful for them though, so their eyes dirt towards far more destructive devices. They simultaneously lock their eyes on the sledgehammer so many have already went for. Tina dives for the hammer and Mya dives for Tina.

Valentine manages to catch hold of the hammer in spite of Mya gripping her waist with a bear-hug. The two reach their knees and fight over possession of the sledgehammer.

Mayne: Who’s gonna get it? Who’s gonna use the hammer?

A tug of war continues over the hammer as both ladies reach their feet. The weapon falls out of their clutches, and they fall from their standing bases, when Cage re-enters the ring and swings a chair into Valentine’s back, then gives Mya the same treatment. The steel cracks off of both Tina’s and Mya’s backs, dropping them simultaneously to the canvas.

Mayne: GAAAAAH! Cassidy back in there, and she’s taking it to both Valentine and Mya with the same chair that took her out several times throughout the course of this match.

The chair is now set up and Cage continues to make use of the no disqualification element of this confrontation. She grabs Denton around the neck the second Mya reaches her feet then drops back into a downward spiral planting her adversary’s face against the chair.

Mya’s skull bounces off to a loud echo of skull to steel, and loud screams from the crowd.

Mayne: I suddenly take back everything negative I said about Cassidy. If you pick Mya up and bash her skull against the chair again, I’ll become your number 1 fan.

Cage staggers around, desperately trying to find her footing before she finally turns towards Valentine standing up with the aid of the cables. Cassidy rushes across the ring, steps off the chair she just sat up and delivers a leg lariat on her own partner, knocking both ladies over the ropes and to the outside of the ring. Tina is sent flipping down to her knees across the mats while Cassidy amazingly manages to grab the top rope and land on her seat across the apron. She then puts forth a valiant effort to not only reach her feet but spring onto the very cable she held to keep from taking a tumble to the outside mats. She lunges off the top rope and flies towards Mya, who was using the very chair Cage sat up to reach her feet.

And it only takes one of those feet to put to an end everything that Cassidy had in mind. A boot nails Cage to the mid-section, doubling her over and exposing her head to an absolutely sickening DDT right into the chair’s surface. Cage rolls to her back, now lying their motionless but Denton is moving, moving straight towards the 2×4 wrapped in barbwire.

Mayne: I suddenly take back everything negative I said about Mya, if you pick Cassidy up and bash her skull with that 2×4, I’ll become your number 1 one.

That’s JUST what Mya intends to do. She limps across the ring and lifts the 2×4 into the air, just about to introduce it to Cassidy’s face only to have her jaw absolutely destroyed by the top of the sledgehammer, driven long ways into her face by Valentine. The swift and disfiguring strike knocks Denton to the canvas and all the will from her body.

Mayne: Oooh Tina, I never STOPPED being your number 1 fan.

The handle of the sledgehammer is pressed to the canvas, stood vertically so that Tina can rest her chin on top of it and sway her hind parts from side to side in almost playful fashion.

Tina: Awww…poor Mya fell down and went boom.

The hip swaying stops the moment that Cassidy steps in, hooks Valentine’s leg and shoulder then delivers the lightning spiral.

Mayne: AAAH SINISTRY DAMN YOU, CASSIDY!

Valentine rolls across the canvas and Cassidy crawls across it, not after Tina, instead she’s after Denton, hooking the leg of the unconscious Mya.

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The place comes unglued at the sight of Cage scoring this pinfall over a stunned and debilitated Denton.

Mayne: And this thing mercifully comes to an ending. Though I could have gone for a bit more Karen McBride, Mya Denton destruction. I’ll live though.

Although she should be out of breath. She should be damn near paralyzed by everything she’s endured in this match, Cassidy has been overwhelmed with too much emotion to just lay there and suffer. She sits up on the canvas, eyes locking on the woman standing on opposite side of the ring ropes. Tina leans against a barricade holding the back of her neck, and reaching for her kidneys as well. In spite of suffering the lightning spiral, Tina manages to crack a grin.

Tina: Pleasure working with you as always, Cass.

Cage sits there stewing in emotion, losing sight of Mya, who has rolled across the canvas and reuniting herself with the Queen of the Ring Title belt. Though she’s barely conscious, Denton still manages to pull the belt in close to her, cuddling it to her sternum and against her swollen jaw.

Mya: Nobody will ever take you away from me, nobody.

Maxine: Are you ever going to finish in there, Abi?

The watch wrapped around Maxine Moore’s wrist is examined. She exudes all the hallmarks of anxiety and impatience, fidgeting restlessly just outside a doorway leading to a dressing room. The door is wide open, but we can’t see the woman inside that Maxine is talking to.

Maxine: Come on, if you don’t hurry up, we’re going to be late.

Abigail: Just five more minutes, I’m almost ready.

Lindsey’s voice filters from the room into the hall where Maxine grows more and more anxious.

Maxine: You said that twenty minutes ago.

Abigail: Five more minutes, I swear.

Maxine: FINE….I swear, your such a girl.

Once again Moore checks her wrist watch, confirming that they are drawing ever so much closer to the end of the show.

Four darkly clad individuals make their way through a corridor carrying a casket between them. Though they are moving at a snail’s pace they are still drawing ever so much closer to the ring.

Haven’t the EMTS earned their paychecks yet?

In spite of being overworked, they STILL manage to make it to ringside where they gather up Mya Denton, assisting her to the backstage area along with the Queen of the Ring Title she REFUSES to leave behind.

Mayne: Ladies and gents, if you’re just tuning in, good Sinistry have you ever missed a wonderful production. Moments ago we saw Mya Denton involved in a tag team preview for the Queen of the Ring Championship, and she got more than just a taste of what she’ll be in store for at Reawakening Day after taking a sledgehammer right to the jaw.

As Mya is assisted to the back Kordy comes stomping towards the ring. Surprisingly Kordy doesn’t wear the normal grin on her face we are accustomed to seeing. Even the presence of her husband Herbert, the Tag Team Title belt wrapped around her shoulder, brings her little solace. It seems that the young woman who comes slipping through the ropes into the ring is still haunted by the visual of what happened to Brittany Lohan on NewAge.

Mayne: It’s Kordy….and from the look on her face I’m getting the impression that Kordy’s gonna kill someone.

The crowd for once agrees with William Mayne, hence why they’re chanting ‘Kordy’s Gonna Kill You.’ Even hearing her name on the lips of a thousand fans gives Kordy no comfort.

Kordy: BLooooo….Kordy’s dearest BLo. Kordy is soooo sorry.

Kordy employs the microphone she just snatched from ringside to offer her sincerest apologies to the woman who watched her back in prison, the very same Brittany Lohan that saved her life on so many occasions, the very same woman she saw destroyed before her eyes on NewAge.

Kordy: Kordy can’t say it enough, Kordy never wanted to see you get harmed, BLo. Oh how Kordy wishes that Kordy could take back what happened on NewAge. Kordy just want us all to get along. Kordy want Big Daddy and BLo to all be a happy family.

Mayne: I’m pretty sure that ship has sailed, Kordy.

Kordy: And Kordy WILL make it happen. Kordy will make everything right with the world. Because Kordy knows the perfect way to smooth everything over between BLo and Big Daddy. Kordy says we solve everything with a game of Twister!

Her fingers snap, directing a stagehand to roll into the ring and throw down the Twister tarp across the canvas.

Porno Lad: What the hell do you think you’re doing?

The Original Prankster unleashes a thunderous comment as he comes storming down the ramp about to form a giant dark cloud over Kordy’s head. Obviously her defiance has left a bad taste in Ethan’s mouth, a flavor reminiscent of the shit he hears Kordy shoveling.

Porno Lad: I’m tired of this, Kordy.

He may be tired, but not fatigued enough to keep him out of the ring. If he didn’t get in the ring that would mean he’d have no opportunity to stand under the spotlight….and Ethan outside of the spotlight is as unacceptable as putting Baby in the corner.

Porno Lad: What are you thinking, huh, huh?

The very well dressed Porno Lad is upset that Kordy doesn’t emulate both his demeanor, nor his style of clothing. Though Kordy should be dressed up like the rest of her Good Movement compatriots for the SInistry’s festivities this evening, she’s instead got a ‘He-Man’ t-shirt on and daisy duke shorts.

Porno Lad: What makes you think you can come out here and whine about what happened on NewAge? Brittany FORCED me to cripple her last week. You saw it, everyone saw it, even my great-grandmother who’s been dead for twenty years saw it. I was defending myself, Lohan was coming at me with a crowbar. So she got what she had coming to her, what she DESERVED.

Kordy: Kordy just feels so awful….

Porno Lad: You’re gonna feel a whole lot worse if you don’t stop bitching and you don’t start doing as told.

Ethan steps towards Kordy and extends his shaking fingers, only to ultimately ball them up into a fist and pull his knuckle to his temple.

Porno Lad: You forget your place, Kordy. I’M THE MASTER….I’m the one who made you an international superstar. I’m the one who introduced you to your friggin HUSBAND!

That same fist unclenches and the open palm slaps the Tag Team Title belt.

Porno Lad: You owe me EVERYTHING, Kordy. So you need to show me the proper respect I deserve and get in line with what’s to be done to Brittany Lohan.

Kordy: But-but….

Porno Lad: I said you WILL stop whining about Brittany, and you WILL help me sleigh that Yeti. If you don’t get in line and do as your told when it comes to Lohan, then you’ll never see Herbert again.

Before she can react the Tag strap that she has wed is stripped from her shoulder and held out of her reach.

Kordy: No. Give Herbert back to Kordy, give Herbert back.

The strap is held just high enough for Kordy to be unable to reach out and grab it.

Kordy: PLEASE!

Porno Lad: No. You won’t get Kordy back until you start doing as you’re told. When I instruct you to bash Brittany’s fucking head in with a crowbar, you do it. When I tell you to help us put her skanky ass through a table, you do it. You do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it, or you will never get Herbert back….NEVER!

The belt finds its way from Ethan’s hand to his shoulder.

Porno Lad: I’m taking Herbert, and you won’t see him again until you start cooperating. Now get out of the ring, go backstage and get yourself dolled up for the festivities the Sinistry has planned tonight. I won’t let you show up dressed like this.

The t-shirt and blue jean shorts are gestured towards.

Porno Lad: I said GO!

A distraught and sniveling Kordy steps through the ropes, her head solemnly hung.

Porno Lad: Now, as for you, Brittany Lohan….

Kordy doesn’t even turn back towards the ring to acknowledge the insults being directed at her best friend.

Porno Lad: Last week on NewAge I decided to accept your challenge for Reawakening Day, and you might be asking yourself, why? Why would the mighty Ethan Von Aaron lower himself to battle a common, mediocre talent such yourself? Sure, I could be fighting for the World Title at the pay-per-view, but instead I’m giving Lohan the rub of the century by facing me in the center of the ring. And I’m not doing it because Lohan deserves a match of this magnitude. I’m not facing her because Lohan has backed me into a corner and intimidated me. I’m doing this for one reason, no, one person, my client Alana Starr!

The name drop actually gets a few chants of “Good” from that same section of brainwashed fans that harassed Desmond earlier.

Porno Lad: My client Alana Starr has dealt with the Lohan family for far too long. It’s been almost a year since her issues with them began, and in spite of the Starr Chylde beating Brittany Lohan, beating Abigail Lindsey, beating everyone affiliated with the Lohan family, they continue to pester and annoy our beloved Alana. If there’s even one aggravation that I can take off my client’s shoulders, I will GLADLY do it. So at Reawakening Day, the Lohans and their impact on my client’s career comes to an end. I will give Lohan one last defeat and send her packing right out of this company….

The tone of Ethan’s voice, the obnoxious chewing of his gums, and the half smirk on his face all work in consortium to create the smarmiest expression imaginable. Once again the brainwashed fans, the very ones who were present in the parking lot several weeks ago during Alana’s and Ethan’s now infamous exit, are chiming in with a ‘Good’ chant. Even the overweight man who was assaulted in that very same parking lot is STILL cheering for Ethan, and the two female hot messes at his sides are doing the same.

Porno Lad: I’m gonna do what’s best for my client. And what’s best for Alana is what’s GOOD for the whole wide world.

He points out over the crowd, his finger directed primarily towards the cell wearing the Good Movement apparel and repeating the catchphrase repetitively.

Porno Lad: Your Alana will no longer have to concern herself with the annoyance that is the Lohans. Which means Alana can go back to being your inspiration, your hero, your STARR….And most important of all, your champion. With Brittany removed from the back of Alana’s conscious, she can focus on making the X-Class Championship all that it should have been before Kathryn Pearson ruined its credibility. She will make it the centerpiece of this federation, the talking point for everyone gathered around the antiquated water cooler. She will make the X-Class Championship the hashtag that trends worldwide, the opening story on TMZ, the subject of CNN Headlines, and Wolf Blitzer reports. She will make the X-Class Championship….GOOD!

Again with the chants from those so desperate to believe in something.

Porno Lad: You won’t have to wait long to see this company saved from the Lohan sisters, and the X-Class Championship saved from a Tattooed Hooker Bitch, because Reawakening Day will be a night of redemp…

The pay-per-view might be a night of redemption for the Good Movement, but Riot will be an evening of revenge for Silverstone International. Unbeknownst to the incredibly gabby Porno Lad, Andre Jordan has slid right in behind him and is now crouched in anticipation, fingers twiddling out to his sides.

Mayne: Oh no, Ethan watch out…watch out Ethan.

Von Aaron continues to chew his inner gum, produce vile speech through his half upturned lip, and back unwittingly into the Game Changer. Andre heaves him up into the air and plants his back straight across the Twister tarp put in place by Kordy.

Mayne: NAAAAAH!

The sudden change in the crowd’s reaction finally gets Kordy to spin around, her eyes widening as she witnesses her manager planted across the ring. Ethan now lies there bridging his back from the canvas and wincing in pain while the man who put him in this position rises to his feet. The Evolution Champion takes Von Aron around the neck, leads him up and then throws him through the ropes to the outside of the ring where he crashes at the feet of Kordy.

Mayne: What did you just do Andre? Shame on you…SHAME ON YOU for ruining this feel GOOD moment.

As Kordy scoops up Ethan’s head in her arms and pleads for forgiveness, Tabitha Silverstone slides into the ring and prepares to scoop up a major opportunity. The crowd is quite surprised not to see Silverstone, but to see her dressed in wrestling spandex?

Tabitha: ETHAN…your client doesn’t need to worry about Brittany Lohan tonight.

The rationale for Silverstone being dressed for competition is becoming clearer and clearer with each passing syllable.

Tabitha: Seems everyone is on the ‘closure’ bandwagon, so how about I jump on board as well? This problem between Alana and I has gone on for too long, and she’s tried to victimize me enough. I’m not running anymore, Alana, you want to fight me. Come on out and let’s do it.

The microphone falls to the canvas and Silverstone swings her arms to limber up for competition. Ethan, in spite of the trauma inflicted on his back, manages to look up with piercing eyes at the Evolution Champion, who has just managed to clear a major hurdle standing between Tabitha and Alana, debilitating Porno Lad and keeping him from being able to interfere.

Tabitha: Let’s end this for GOOD.

Hopefully the EMTS are being paid per body count.

If so they’ll have enough money by the end of the night to put their kids through college and have enough left over for a new Prius.

Three individuals who have made the EMTS definitely work for their income find themselves on stretchers. Mika, Aaron, and Lukas, are being dragged on cots towards two ambulances awaiting their arrival.

Obviously the assault by the Sinistry’s support squad earlier tonight has left the trio in a very unenviable condition. Yet even after the suffrage inflicted on their mangled bodies, after tasings and chokeslams, after broken announce tables and chair shots, Mika manages to sit up just before she can be loaded into the ambulance.

EMT: Ma’am, please lay back down.

Mika: Get your hands off of me chelovechek.

She pushes aside the hands that attempt to hold her down, and removes any of the tubes or sensors that have been hooked to her body.

EMT: Ma’am, you need medical help.

Mika: I need nothing from you. And if you call Mika, Ma’am, one more time, I will make sure you are the one in need of medical help.

The threat was all it took to get the EMTS to back off, giving Mika a wide berth as she climbs off the cot. They don’t get in her way even as she approaches Harrison, who is already sitting up on his stretcher as well.

Mika: Stop being lazy cowboy, Get up. We have places we need to be.

Aaron sits up with a .

Harrison: Well, I did promise my Mika a good time tonight.

Mika: You had best deliver.

She provides a little assistance in getting Harrison off of his cot and leading him towards Montgomery.

Harrison: Wake up Lukas…

Montgomery: I’ve been awake.

Confesses Lukas, lifting a phone up from his side and showing it off.

Montgomery: I regained consciousness like ten minutes ago. I’ve just been laying here playing Angry Birds until you two woke up.

We segue from the commercial to a hospital room where a wall mounted monitor is providing footage of Riot. However, none of the occupants within the room are observing the show.

The man who has already been the source of so much conjecture this evening has no chance to enjoy this overexposure to the limelight. Orlando Cruze lies in a hospital bed and remains in a vegetative condition, eyes closed, with the lady seated beside him praying that they will one day reopen.

Though her back is turned, we can assume that it’s Taylor Chase seated beside the man who’s head is heavily bandaged, clasping her husband’s hand and yearning for him to squeeze her fingers in return. However, Orlando does nothing, voluntary or involuntary, lying there fixed in a perpetual state of paralysis.

Jessica: Is this the room?

Orderly: Yes ma’am, this is it.

We drift from the room past the open door leading to it and into the hallway leading to the open door that leads to the room. Standing in the hall at the moment is an orderly and the woman he’s aided to Orlando’s hospital bed. Jessica Wilde gives the orderly an awkward look, wondering why he’s still there.

Jessica: Oh, thank you.

Finally the orderly makes himself scarce and Wilde is free to cautiously peak around the door into the room. Luckily Taylor continues to keep her back turned to the door, Jessica going unnoticed. A phone is fished from Wilde’s pocket and a line is cast, Jacob Laymon being hooked.

Jessica: Jacob…..Let the Master know that I’ve arrived. I will make sure Taylor sees the service…

TABITHA SILVERSTONE VS. ALANA STARR

Fans: GOOD! GOOD! GOOD!

That same section of rather frumpy looking fans who have been so vocal throughout the night continue to throw their support behind the Good Movement, namely the GOOD girl, who has just been challenged by Tabitha Silverstone. That heavy set man in a neck collar stands at the epicenter of this group, while two woman with frizzy afros and thick glasses orbit around him.

Tabitha: Alana, you want to focus on the X-Class Championship? You want to focus on beating Kathryn Pearson? You want to wipe the slate clean so you can concentrate on the future? Well that’s never gonna happen until you come out here and face me.

Tabitha Silverstone continues to pace the ring throwing around challenges. While Andre Jordan is there at ringside to support his agent, Porno Lad and Kordy are present to see her undoing. Von Aaron will be unable to lend aid in Tabitha’s beating, kneeling on the mats and griping at his kidneys. Kordy kneels beside him, patting his cheek and TRYING to discreetly slip Herbert off of his shoulder.

Tabitha: You’ve wanted me in this ring for as long as the two of us can remember, ever since I tried to help you. Don’t pass up this opportuni….

Alana: Well look who finally decided to grow some balls.

Porno Lad couldn’t be any happier if it were half off night at Hooters. He looks up from his knees, still suffering the effects of the Game Changer, and glares at Alana Starr making her way down the ramp. She only pauses before reaching the ring in order to remove her pearl necklace, handing it over to Ethan. She then kicks off her heels and although encumbered by her black dress, she prepares to enter the ring. Referee Fitzpatrick follows right along behind her to officiate this impromptu contest.

Alana: Pardon my tardiness, it’s hard to get around in heels….

She makes her way up the steps and to the apron, playing some last second mind games with Silverstone.

Alana: So let me get this straight. You’re actually challenging me, the measuring stick of talent, to a match, knowing what the end result will be?

Suspense builds as Alana slides through the ropes and finds herself mere inches from the woman who has run from her in the past few weeks. There will be no such running tonight.

Alana: Do you truly appreciate what’s about to happen to you? It’s not going to be pleasant. After this ‘match’ has ended, you’re never going to be the same Tabitha. So maybe you should do what your best at and run, instead of staying in this ring and forcing me do something to you that’s going to leave all the kids in attendance suffering nightmares for years to come.

Tabitha contemplates running for only a second, but then straightens her spine, pushes out her chest and clinches her fists.

Alana: Wow….you really do want this, don’t you? Well Tabitha, over the past few weeks I’ve called you a perro, now I’ll treat you worse than one.

A slap connects right across Silverstone’s face, causing her to turn away and stoop towards the canvas. Alana stares down at Tabitha with a look of contempt.

Alana: Are you regretting your decision yet? Starting to realize just how ignorant it was challenging me?

Another slap, this one delivered across the back of Silverstone’s head.

Alana: How many times do I have to kick your ass before you realize that you cannot manipulate me.

A boot is wedged to Tabitha’s butt and used to kick her across the ring, pushing the agent into a corner.

Alana: I’ll never be your client, Tabitha, so I won’t be the victim of your harassment any longer.

Andre: Victim….?

Alana: Quiet chucko…

Starr leans over the ropes so that Andre can better hear her.

Alana: You’ve lost the right to EVER speak to me again.

Andre: Don’t you see how far this has gone, Alana?

Alana: Which is why I’m about to end it.

Starr turns her back on a disheveled Dre and makes her way towards Tabitha only to find the gap between she and her target closed by a Silverstone spear.

Mayne: Ohhh for pity sakes. Did I really just see Tabitha spear Alana?.

Now it’s more than just that small group of Good Movement supporters who are screaming, because everyone in the stands are collectively roaring at the top of their lungs. The reaction gets louder and louder with each punch that Silverstone nails across Alana’s forehead. Silverstone has straddled Alana’s chest and is slapping her to both cheeks.

Tabitha: I only wanted to help you, Alana, I only wanted to give you a one on one match with Brittany Lohan under the RIGHT circumstances.

More slaps delivered to both sides of Alana’s cheeks, more references to the history between Starr and Silverstone.

Tabitha: You and I could have helped each other, I could have made you a mega-star, and you and Andre could have been happy. But you’re cold hearted ….

A hard slap connects upside Starr’s temple.

Tabitha: You’re superficial…

A just as devastating slap as the one previous hits Starr in the lips.

Tabitha: You’re arrogant…

Yet another slap, this one right on point across the cheek.

Tabitha: You’re a bitc….

Alana lifts her legs into the air, slips them around Tabitha’s shoulders and under her armpits, then sits up, forcing Silverstone to roll back. And Tabitha keeps on rolling even after her shoulders have hit the canvas. She rolls right over onto her knees with Alana kipping up, even while in a dress, to stand before the crouched agent.

Alana: No…I’m a STARR!!!

Before Silverstone can react, she’s nailed in the back of the head with the GOODnight. The enzugari slaps Tabitha directly in the skull with such force that she comes crashing down into the canvas with the slowness of a timbering tree. Starr moves at a snail’s pace herself, crawling slowly into the cover and keeping an eye on Andre the entire time she is throwing herself across Silverstone’s chest. She even goes as far as to wedge a forearm against Tabitha’s face just to insult her on top of everything else.

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Mayne: Well, at least Alana was merciful.

Tabitha, obviously not a seasoned veteran, was of no match to Alana, who obviously honed skills developed over countless years in numerous countries. Emotion could only get Silverstone so far, eventually they were bested by talent. To ensure no further harm befalls his agent, Andre rolls into the ring and begins to approach the still kneeling Alana, trying to turn himself into a human shield.

Andre: Are you happy now, Alana? Huh? You’ve beaten her.

Porno Lad: My client won’t be happy until the two of you are out of her life and out of this federation FOREVER!

Porno Lad’s back is in traction from the Game Changer, and his shoulder is burdened by the weight of Herbert, the Tag Team Title belt, but he overcomes all of these complications to climb up to the apron and draw Jordan’s focus.

Porno Lad: I’m going to take care of one aggravation to my client Britany Lohan, and Kordy is about to take care of the other. KORDY…

The Tag Team Champion scales the apron.

Porno Lad: Avenge me, stand up for Alana, and KILL Andre NOW!

Another round of “Kordy’s Gonna Kill You” chants break out from the crowd, mostly emanating from the very nerdy minority planted front row.

Porno Lad: Get in there, beat Andre within an inch of his miserable life and then MAYBE I’ll let you have Herbert back for the evening…

Kordy: Kordy will kill for Herbert.

Porno Lad: Then do it.

Alana now takes a seat Indian style on the canvas, watching this all unfold with a big smile on her face. The grin extends right along with Starr’s hand, twirling a lock of the still unconscious Silverstone’s hair. Andre only turns to acknowledge this violation of his agent for a second, and it might just cost him. Kordy rushes into the ring and reaches out for Jordan’s throat, but Andre ducks her hands, swings around behind her, wedges hands to her spine and shoves her forward into the turnbuckle. Kordy crashes back first into the turnbuckle before Dre squashes her against it with a big Stinger Splash.

Mayne: This has not worked out for Kordy whatsoever. I think she’s blinded by her love for Herbert, I saw the two of them making out in the catering section before the show and believe me, it was nowhere near as hot as it sounds.

Dre turns his back to Kordy just in time to spot Ethan on the verge of entering the ring. Von Aaron realizes he’s been caught with one hand in the cookie jar. Andre begins to close in on him.

Gavin: Dre…DRE BUDDY. I’m here for you man…

The arrival of Gavin Taylor has the entire building transforming into Charlie Brown, as they simultaneously react with a ‘good grief.’ A wheelchair bound Taylor pushes himself out onto the stage, with a noticeable amount of dust and debris on his lap, looking as if he busted through the closet door to make it out here.

Mayne: How heroic, what a man Gavin Taylor is…coming out here even while injured. What a testament to his skill and dedication.

Taylor wheels towards the ring and wheels towards it in a hurry, careful to protect the leg he still has in a cast. The arrival of Taylor has just the reaction he desired on Andre, forcing him to take his eyes off of the ball and put them on Gavin’s throat.

Andre: What the fuck? How the hell did you get out of the closet?

Gavin: Nothing is going to keep me from being there for you buddy. We’re Team EPIC!

Andre: If you don’t get the hell out of…

It appears Alana was lying in wait for just this opportunity, the chance to strike when Dre’s defenses were completely lowered. She moves as fast as her nimble body will allow, nailing a thrust kick right to Jordan’s cheek and sending him twisting around into the clutches of Kordy. She catches Dre by the arm and forces him down to the canvas, the Hell Kordy being locked in.

Mayne: Hello Kordy applied! She might not murder Jordan, but she could be on the cusp of crippling his career. She’s going to break his arm right out of its socket.

Pain doesn’t even begin to describe just how Andre feels at the moment, he is in sheer agony as the Hello Kitty nearly fractures his arm. And if this wasn’t bad enough, now Ethan and Alana are crouched over him, Porno Lad rubbing fake tears out of his eyes and the Starr Chylde protruding her lower lip in a sad puppy dog face expression.

Porno Lad: Keep on crying Jordan. Cry over your lost love. Cry over the destruction of your agent. Cry over losing the Tag Team Title match at Reawakening Day. Just keep on blubbering like a little baby.

Alana: Poor moody Jordan. If I were you, I would have just went ahead and took a razor to my wrists AGES ago. You’re more depressing than an episode of the Leftovers.

Porno Lad: Compared to you, Schindler’s List is uplifting.

Gavin: You two bullies had better leave Jordan alone….

Insists Gavin as he stands up on his cast covered leg then grimaces. The ‘pain’ is too much, causing him to fall back into his chair and clutch at his sprained ankle.

Gavin: If I could get out of this chair I’d make you all pay for mistreating my new best friend!

Gavin’s ability to rise from said chair is tested when Polly Norah and Sophie O’Brian come stepping down the ramp, closing in on their unsuspecting prey. The lavishly dressed couple grab hold of the handles to Gavin’s wheelchair and tip it back enough to keep his feet suspended off of the mats, preventing him from being able put them down and block being wheeled away.

Gavin: Hey-hey what are you doing? What are you doing? Unhand me. Unhand me at once you filthy sluts.

If this is Taylor’s idea of sweet talking, he definitely is no Casanova. He only manages to talk himself into deeper and deeper trouble, being escorted towards the backstage area with his feet still kicking.

Mayne: They’re abducting Gavin…Where are Sophie and Polly of the Good Movement taking him? Hopefully it’s someplace where that severely sprained ankle can be iced. You know it’s got to be a bad injury to have such a huge cast around it.

A very split reaction is heard from the crowd at the sight of Taylor being abducted by one half of the Tag Team Champions, Sophie, and her lover Polly. Who knows what fate will befall the ‘handicapped’ Gavin, but we’re seeing exactly what Andre is in store for. His arm continues to be mangled by the high angle armbar being cinched in by Kordy.

There seems to be no one available to help him escape this plight, and even though Tabitha tries to crawl to his aide she gets absolutely nowhere. Starr spots her, rushes across the ring and delivers a punt directly to Silverstone’s ribcage. The blow knocks Tabitha to her back, curling in a fetal position around her mid-section.

Mayne: That’s enough, haven’t you tried to victimize this woman enough? Leave Alana alone TABITHA!

Starr doesn’t just hurt Tabitha with kicks, she further debilitates her via insults.

Alana: Did I not warn you? BOTH of you?

Her eyes cut between both the groaning Andre and the barely conscious Silverstone.

Alana: I said that this is exactly what would happen to you if you continued challenging me, but did you listen, no…no you didn’t. You, just like most in the locker-room, underestimated what I’m capable of. I’m not the NEXT X-Class Champion just because I look good in spandex….Though I do look really GOOD in spandex…

Porno Lad: You look AWESOME in spandex.

Alana: Damn straight I do…Anyway, I’m going to capture the X-Class Title because no one, not a soul on this roster can overcome my talents. The people know that, and soon all my peers will respect this fact as well. Just listen to them, just listen to the believers….

Alana rolls out of the ring and puts the microphone right in front of the lips of that same vocal minority adorned in Good Movement t-shirts and unleashing “Good” chants.

Alana: Listen to them worship me. I give them inspiration. I give them a reason to live. I give them hope. I am their inspiration, I am their Starr. And once I win the X-Class Championship, my appeal will broaden, and I’ll be able to reach even more of those who lost faith in this wrestling business. Those who have abandoned the idea that the X-Class Title could be something more than just a prop to keep people interested in low level talent who possess high flying skills but lack all charisma. It is just as Ethan Von Aaron said, I WILL make the X-Class Title evolve into something truly exceptional…and no one…not the big fake tittied whore who defaced the belt, nor the two of you, Tabitha and Andre, will be able to stop me from reaching the stars….from achieving absolute GOODness…..

Alana’s ego maniacal tirade only starts to trail off once her eyes find themselves drawn to the incredibly thick gentlemen in the crowd wearing a neck-brace and a Kathryn Pearson t-shirt. The very man that Starr and Von Aaron assaulted two weeks ago in the parking lot apparently has not learned his lesson. Once again he wears the Pearson merchandize right in front of Alana while at the same time having the audacity to chant Starr’s catchphrase. He is still joining in with screams of “Good” while sandwiched between two ladies with huge, messy afros and equally as big glasses perched on the tips of their noses.

Alana: What’s this?

She extends her palm, gesturing to the t-shirt the chubby man is sporting.

Alana: Ettttthaaan.

Porno Lad: I’m on it dear.

Von Aaron rolls to the outside of the ring and approaches the barricade that he and Alana climb over, closing in once more on this flabby fan.

Porno Lad: Haven’t you learned a damned thing?

Ethan digs his finger into the fans’ man-titties.

Porno Lad: I know you have the IQ of a Twilight reader, but there is NO excuse for this idiocy. Didn’t we teach you anything last week Triple XL?

The fan shrugs, in spite of the fact that it aggravates his braced neck.

Porno Lad: You will NOT disrespect my client….Remove that shirt…REMOVE IT!

Alana: Take it off Jabba-the-Hutt!

The battered and bullied fan reaches down to begin pulling up his shirt.

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Alana reaches out and grabs the shirt, beginning to pry it away from the chubby flesh of her victim only to find one of the frumpy ladies standing beside him flinging a fist directly into Starr’s chin. The shot has Alana stunned and spiraling through the crowd. Ethan’s eyes widen as this ‘fan’ picks up a chair and swings the top edge directly into Von Aaron’s ribs.

Mayne: What the hell? A fan is attacking Alana and Ethan? Get her out of the building, where’s our security force!?!

The chair lowers in this female fans’ clutches so she can reach up, grab the big wig off of her head, remove her glasses and then tear away the Good Movement shirt that was wrapped around her body. The crowd goes ape-shit at the visual of Kathryn Pearson’s face and physique now cleansed of all the Good Movement apparel.

Mayne: It’s KATHRYN PEARSON! AAAAAAH!

Pearson throws down the tattered remnants of her shirt and then heaves the chair into the air, swinging it into Ethan’s upper back. The blow sends Von Aron staggering into Alana, crashing into his client and knocking the two of them over the barricade to the ringside mats.

Mayne: She’s gone ballistic. Pearson is taking out the Good Movement!

Kordy breaks her submission on Andre in order to roll to the outside of the ring and aid her associates. She just drops to her feet and begins to help Ethan and Alana up before Kathryn rushes across the concrete and leaps over the barricade into a diving splash onto Kordy, Alana and Ethan. The blow knocks everyone to the mats but the X-Class Champion will not be staying down. She lunges to her feet and then goes after Alana only to have Kordy grab her around the ankle, keeping her from getting her hands on the challenger for the X-Class Championship at Reawakening Day. Kathryn turns and begins to blast her over the upper back with clubbing blow after clubbing blow before at last dragging Kordy to her feet, taking her by the wrist and whipping her back into the ring. Pearson then redirects her enraged gaze towards Alana, who is back on her feet and TRYING to get her hands on the X-Class Champion in retaliation. But Ethan subdues her, holding Starr back, forcing her away from Kathryn.

Mayne: Alana is going to kill Kathryn after this. She is going to absolutely slaughter her for this set-up here tonight.

Kathryn’s assault on Alana has allowed Andre to slide Tabitha out of the ring, holding her up with his one good arm and leading her towards the backstage area. As Jordan exits, Kathryn enters. She slides through the ropes and picks up a microphone, briefly glaring at Kordy who is seated and cowering in a corner, then turning her attention back to the two on the ramp. Alana is still trying to get at Pearson, swinging her arms and kicking her legs, but Porno Lad stands behind her clamping his arms tightly around her waist.

Kathryn: You’ve insulted and assaulted me for the last time, BITCH!

Ethan has a harder and harder time holding Alana back, forced to employ all of his strength just to do it.

Kathryn: You were right about one thing, Alana, you HAVE inspired people…Because you inspired me to get in that ring August 11th and absolutely tear you to pieces.

Starr is trembling with anger and Ethan’s grip is tightening upon her.

Pearson approaches the ropes and stands on the middle cable, leaning over in order for Starr to see the sincerity in her eyes.

Kathryn: If you thought the beating you gave me on NewAge a few weeks ago was bad, just wait until you see what I do at Reawakening Day.

Alana: Why wait?

At last Starr breaks away from Ethan, rushes down the ramp, slides into the ring and jumps at Pearson, the two coming to blows. Fists fling between their faces to a loud reception from the crowd, everyone eating up this clash between champion and challenger just weeks shy of their epic battle at Reawakening Day.

A steel chair flies across the locker-room and smashes against the wall. It was thrown with incredible force by a man who has every right to be aggravated, that man being Danny Darko.

Darko: I’ve had enough of this…Aerik Walker…William Mason…

Trembling fingers slide over the knots in Darko’s head, put there by the multiple blows delivered by the very two men he just named dropped. The uncharacteristically enraged Darko steps across the room with Chris Davids’ eyes following his every step. Wisely Chris keeps his distance, unsure what to make of Darko’s outburst, nor what he can do to stop it.

Darko: Every time I turn around, there they are, screwing me over. Aerik Walker costs me the Evolution Championship at Extreme Fury, and I get no revenge…

Chris cringes as he watches Darko drive his own forehead against a locker, leaving a small dent.

Darko: William Mason questions my manhood, calls me a fucking ‘Care-Bear,’ and insults my wife, and I get no revenge…

Now it’s Danny’s fist that hits the locker, leaving an even deeper impression in the steel.

Darko: But times are a’changing.

Chris: Erm….yeah.

Chris is still at a loss for words, so he tries to find ones that would be less stressful on Danny.

Darko: Now I have Pain and Pleasure, and now I have plans in place to make the lives of Aerik Walker and William Mason as miserable as they’ve made mine.

Davids: Terrific.

Darko: Aerik screwed me out of the Evolution Title, and now I’ve got the chance to at long last return the favor. I’ll cost him his NHB Championship, I’ll ruin the very title bout he’s been waiting for for so long.

Davids: Sounds like a solid plan.

Darko: And putting Rachel in this match will help me kill two bastards with one psychotic bitch. Don’t you see the beauty in this, Chris? Don’t you see why putting Rachel Frost in my three way match at the pay-per-view was the smartest decision I’ve made since deciding to bring back Pain and Pleasure?

Davids: Absolutely.

States Chris in between shrugging his shoulders.

Darko: William decided to bring the love of my life into the middle of all this, so I’m turning the tables on my prey.

Davids: What’s that supposed to mean?

Darko: I know everything there is to know about Mason. A long time ago we were close…VERY CLOSE. In the time we spent together, we often talked about past loves….And there was perhaps no one who left a more lasting impression on Mason’s heart, than Rachel Frost.

Davids: So the two of them were a….

Darko: Lovers Chris. And now I’m going to use their past relationship against William the same way he used my wife against me.

Davids: That’s pretty heavy.

Darko: Revenge often is….

Darko at last turns his face away from the locker to reveal the self-administered gash in his forehead as a result of head butting the locker. A small trail of blood trickles down his face.

Darko: My payback will be almost as beautiful as what I’m about to do to Kordy. The fans chant “Kordy’s Gonna Kill You,” but tonight, they’re going to be chanting “Please Don’t Kill Kordy.” Let’s go Chris, as soon as we finish this, we can track down Mya and my wife and discuss our plans for Reawakening Day.

Davids: After you, Sir.

Darko’s bloodied face passes by Chris, who watches him leave before unleashing a long exhale.

Davids: Wow.

Sorrowful eyes.

Sunken shoulders.

Solemn stance.

If it weren’t for the lovely black dress hanging from Katelyn Buehler’s body, she’d look all together disheveled, and for very good reason. Not only has she been forced to do some truly awful things in the past few weeks, but as she stands in the Sinistry’s locker-room, she prepares to be instructed to do even worse. Now that the World Champion has finished fixing his duds, Ba’al can concentrate on Buehler, and his intentions for her.

He steps across the room and slides his hand onto the shoulder of the woman who perpetually stares at the floor. Katelyn doesn’t even look up to the man who has seized hold of her, both literally and figuratively.

Ba’al: My child. The time is drawing near.

Katelyn: I know.

Ba’al: The Sinistry’s defining moment has at last arrived. Long have we anticipated this evening’s service, so we mustn’t leave anything up to chance, yes?

Katelyn: No, we certainly can’t.

Katelyn utters these words without the slightest hint of emotion.

Ba’al: Hmmm, I can sense that you are not as excited about our ceremony as I and the rest of the Sinistry. That is unfortunate, but understandable. You still cling to this ideal that you will be one day returned to the life you once led….

Ba’al takes her under the chin and elevates Katelyn’s depressed eyes to stare into his face.

Ba’al: However, as we bid farewell to Orlando Cruze this evening, we also say goodbye to your past life.

The World Champion turns from Katelyn when the door opens, a very humbled and reserved Jacob Laymon steps in with Hurse, Decay and Jed Wayne following behind.

Ba’al: Hello children.

Laymon: Master. I have news from Wilde.

Ba’al: SUPERB.

The Champion raises his palm and Laymon cowers from it.

Ba’al: Relax Jacob…

The hand falls onto Laymon’s shoulder in an embrace rather than an assault. Lucky for Laymon, he’s caught Ba’al in a good mood, unlike last week when Jacob’s uprising led to a blood letting at the hands of the Sinistry.

Ba’al: What news has my child delivered?

Laymon: She has arrived at the hospital.

Ba’al: Splendid.

Laymon: And she promises that she will make sure Taylor Chase bears witness to the funeral.

Ba’al: She had better not fail me again.

His eyes drift over his shoulder towards Buehler’s lowered face.

Ba’al: I will not tolerate failure.

A phone is extracted from Ba’al’s pocket.

Ba’al: I have further orders for Wilde, and I shall convey them personally.

Ba’al makes sure said orders are delivered out of range for Katelyn to hear them. He steps aside, leaving Buehler to have a tense exchange of stares between she and Jacob.

Laymon: Hey Katie-Pooh.

Katelyn: How’s my precious Jakey-Boy doing?

Laymon: I’m surviving.

Katelyn: Sorry the advice I gave you last week turned out so poorly for you.

Laymon: Yes, that was quite….unfortunate.

Jacob informs while feeling the stitches beneath his mask.

Katelyn: But tonight should more than make up for it, right? Seems that you and Wilde have some pretty interesting plans for Taylor. Care to spill the beans?

Laymon: Well Wilde is going to the hospital as we speak and plans to….

Hurse; No….

The moment Hurse speaks up, Jacob squeals in fear.

Hurse: Do yourself a favor, Jacob, keep your mouth shut for once.

The order is followed, Jacob timidly shrinking away and vanishing from the room before he can say anything incriminating.

Katelyn: Steven….

Hurse, who was busy observing the departure of Laymon, at last turns to address Buehler.

Katelyn: Tell me you’re not on board with what the Sinistry has planned tonight.

Hurse: I’m on board with anyone who is going to help me get revenge on the Blacklist. I’ve been waiting a year for retribution on them for taking this….

His finger taps the patch over his eye, one that has been slightly obscured by the Pestilence mask he’s forced to wear.

Katelyn: I know you want revenge, but nothing is worth the price you have to pay to achieve it. Good lord, do you even remember what you did to Montgomery out there? That wasn’t you. That isn’t the man who fought so hard to earn the respect of the fans.

Hurse: Katelyn….

His hands slide over his masked skull, fingers shaking.

Katelyn: And the man I revere wouldn’t let the Sinistry go out there and do what they have planned. Ba’al wants to destroy absolutely everything that the IWC stood for, everything that YOU stood for. He wants to make everything you did in the past irrelevant. He wants to undermi….

Hurse: Just shut up Katelyn, and do as your told.

Hurse can’t bear to hear it anymore, turning away from Katelyn and walking between Decay and Jed Wayne, the two men lingering behind to give Buehler the type of look two hungry dogs direct at a slab of meat.

Alana Starr is gone…

Kathryn Pearson is gone…

Ethan Von Aaron is gone….

But there’s still Kordy….

One half of the Tag Team Champions remains seated in the corner of the ring, wide eyed and surprised by everything that just went down mere moments before the commercial break.

Mayne: Poor Kordy, caught in the middle of so much drama. First with Brittany Lohan and Porno Lad, and now with Kathryn Pearson and Alana Starr. Girl just can’t catch a break.

Though Kordy has already bore witness to so much hostility, she hasn’t seen anything yet. She had one leg through the ropes, trying to exit the ring only to be cut off by the arrival of a person with a unquenchable hankering for hostility.

Lohan: Going someplace Kordy?

The fans and Kordy have varying reactions at the sight of the Blue Eyed Devil, crowbar in hand, making her way down the ramp and into the squared circle. Kordy backs away with a big smile on her face, so happy to be reunited with her best friend.

Kordy: OMG. So good to see you, BLo. So happy to see all you’re boo-boos are healed up. Did you use that Frozen themed band-aide Kordy mailed you?

Lohan: Erm, no.

Kordy: Rats. Kordy knew Kordy should have got you that Princess Peach band-aide instead.

Lohan: Enough Kordy…

Clearly Lohan is at the end of her rope when it comes to young Kordelia Price.

Lohan: I came out here to ask you a question, Kordy….

Kordy: Is it about dinosaurs? Kordy loves questions about dinosaurs.

Lohan: No….I just want to ask, are we STILL friends?

Kordy: The bestest friends.

Lohan: For reals?

Lohan says with an elevation in her tone, trying to match Kordy’s childlike excitement.

Lohan: No. We’re NOT friends, Kordy.

Lohan says slipping back into her far more methodical and deep tone.

Lohan: Friends wouldn’t stand back and let their buddies get the shit kicked out of them. Friends wouldn’t put one another in a situation where they could be ambushed. Friends wouldn’t still be taking orders and hanging out with those who beat down their friend. So explain something to me, Kordy, how can we still be friends when you lured me into the ring on NewAge and then just stood back watching as I was decimated, and now make every attempt to please the very people who put me through a table?

Kordy: But-but-the Frozen themed band-aide.

Lohan: You think that makes up for anything?

Kordy: Kinda.

Lohan: It doesn’t. You seem to forget who had your back in prison, Kordy, who kept you from getting gang-raped in the showers, or shived in the back. It was me. I was always there to save you from becoming someone’s bitch, and how do you repay this favor? By watching me get treated like a bitch and ganged up on by Ethan and his buddies.

Kordy: Kordy didn’t know what to do…

Lohan: Funny, because I Know exactly what I would have done in that situation. I would have stood up for you. I would have fought for you. I would have went through the entire Good Movement at any cost to protect you.

Kordy: Kordy sorry.

Lohan: Sorry? Not as sorry as Ethan Von Aaron will be. WE can make him pay for what he’s done, Kordy. If you truly want to be my friend, and if you want to stop standing back and taking Ethan’s abuse, then at Reawakening Day, I’m asking you to step up for those you love..

Kordy snivels.

Lohan: You and I can avenge the abuses you’ve stood back and suffered, and the abuses you’ve watched him inflict on others. He chained my sister to a turnbuckle at Extreme Fury and helped Alana beat her. He put me through a table at NewAge. He has mistreated female athletes and tried to turn them into idiotic divas. He has made a mockery of everything women like you and I have fought so hard to achieve.

The more Brittany discusses her pending battle against Ethan, the tighter her grip on the crowbar becomes.

Lohan: If you want this friendship to survive, Kordy, and if you are as tired of Ethan as I am, then you need to take this…

Once again Kordy is left in the ring looking so horrified you would think she just sat through a Hellraiser marathon, looking down at the crowbar that has been forced into her chest.

Lohan: You know what to do with it at Reawakening Day.

Once again Karen McBride’s plans haven’t gone to her liking. She ruminates upon how things went so horribly awry when she went to the ring intent on delivering a ground breaking announcement. Unfortunately, the ground came out from under her feet when Mya Denton interfered in her plans. So now, once again, in spite of promising a major reveal, Karen has been silenced. She sits on a row of stairs backstage cradling her forehead with her palms, struggling against both the thoughts, and the pain that courses through it.

The words of her sister, Blaire, only makes things more difficult to process and handle. Though Melanie crouches beside her sister, trying to soothe her by rubbing her arm, Blaire stands on the opposite side of Karen, looking the picture of agitation, arms crossed and foot tapping the floor.

Blaire: You should’ve let me handle this, Karen. I mean, why do you insist on making your announcement in the ring? I can have a press conference set up just like that….(Snaps fingers)….Miles away from anyone who would interfere.

Melanie: Or we could always do it over Twitter? How about Twitter?

Karen: No-no and NO.

Karen looks up into the faces of her sisters to give them a clear view of her sincerity.

Karen: This announcement has to be made where it will have the most impact, where it will hurt Desmond and the powers that be the most, on their turf, in that ring.

Blaire: Don’t you see how silly that is?

Silas: Hold on there ladies…the girl has got herself a point.

All three McBride sisters look up from their various vantage points to see Silas Mason approaching, Angelica Jones and Sienna Swann directly behind him.

Blaire: And you are?

Silas: Ah come on now, don’t go pretendin’ that my reputation doesn’t proceed me, luscious, the name’s Silas….Silas Mason.

Karen: Blaire might not know who you are, but I do, Silas.

Silas: Of course you do, but I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of being formerly introduced….

He reaches out to shake Karen’s hand, the moment she puts it into the viper’s pit, Mason uncoils and strikes. He takes her by the fingers and leads her knuckles to his lips, planting a kiss upon them.

Silas: Nice to finally meet ya, gorgeous.

Karen: I bet.

She’s quick to slip her fingers from Silas’ gloved palm.

Karen: What can I do for you, Silas?

Silas: For me? No, gorgeous, your question is all wrong. Ya should be asking what Silas can do for you.

Karen: Yeah, I’ve seen what you do for your clients.

Silas: I make sure that my clients get everything they’re entitled to and more. Some time it just takes a little coercion to get ‘em to come around to my way of thinkin’. Speakin’ of coercion, it comes to Silas’ attention that ya been tryin’ to make some type of announcement, but every time ya do, those self-righteous hypocrites runnin’ this hear bible study, shut ya down. Well, Silas hates to see such a pretty young thing not get her way and feelin’ so let down. So how about ya let Silas offer ya some protection next time ya hit the ring to drop yer nuclear bomb.

Karen: Protection?

Silas: Silas has himself an army at your beckon call, gorgeous. When ya need us, we’ll be there for you.

Karen: And?

Silas: And what?

Karen: What do you want in return?

Silas: Yer happiness is all Silas needs.

For the first time all evening, Karen smiles, standing up with a little assistance from Melanie.

Karen: I’ll think about it.

Silas: Of course ya will. Here’s my business card.

A card is fished from Silas’ pocket and extended towards Karen.

Silas: I even took the liberty of writing down my private cellphone number on the back so you can reach me anytime.

Karen: Oh…well thanks.

Silas: Think nothing of it.

The McBride sisters take one last look at the grin on Silas’ face before turning their eyes towards the steps Karen was seated on and they now climb. Mason tilts his head to watch them leave.

Sienna: You are quite the smooth operator..

Sienna doesn’t just butter Silas up with words, she also does it with clapping hands.

Silas: Not tellin me anything I already didn’t know.

Sienna: But what is the appeal, Silas? Why do you pursue that scrawny little creature?

Silas: Silas has some things he’d love to do to that scrawny body, but that’s not the only reason I want to get in good with McBride. Baby brown was in the Sinistry’s dressing room on NewAge when Desmond spilled his guts about the whole ‘secret’ McBride is holding over him. She texted me everything that Desmond had to say.…

Sienna: Oh? Care to share the juicy details?

Silas: Don’t worry about that baby face. Right now, you and baby red…

Angelica perks up when referenced.

Silas:….need only concern yerselves with what we’ll do when the Sinistry throws their little funeral tonight.

Gavin: Honestly ladies, I think this might be taking things a LITTLE too far.

Gavin is going to regret faking his injury, especially since he sits in the parking lot and is about to have legitimate injuries inflicted on him as a result. Things are looking bleak for Taylor considering that his wheelchair is now chained to the bumper of a car, one that Polly Norah is about to step behind the wheel of. Sophie O’Brian takes only a moment to rub salt in wounds that have yet to be inflicted. With a smile across her face, O’Brian stoops before Taylor, who struggles in an attempt to break out of the chains binding him to the wheelchair.

Sophie: Awww…only a little? That will not do.

Gavin: Seriously, I think this kind of constitutes vehicular manslaughter or something. There are laws that prohibit things like these.

Sophie: Laws? Do we look like the type of ladies who worry about laws?

Gavin: Good point.

Sophie: Polly my dear, Would you mind taking my opponent at Reawakening Day out to get himself a little fresh air?

A grin cuts across Polly’s face while she steps behind the wheel of the car.

Gavin: Can you try to keep it below 10 miles per hour? I just had my hair done and the wind would just ruin it.

Sophie: You think this is a joke!?!

Sophie slaps Gavin across the cheek as hard as she can.

Sophie: The only joke is your claim to my Tag Team Title? The only joke is the threat you pose to young Kordelia and I at the pay-per-view. But these are not jokes I laugh at. For the only thing that will bring a smile to my face is watching what happens to you next.

The frivolity has faded from Gavin, replaced by a far more intense expression.

Gavin: Laugh now. But know that he who laughs last, laughs the loudest.

Sophie: Oh, you won’t be laughing, you will be screaming.

Polly jumps behind the wheel of the car and slams the driver’s side door shut. She revs up the engine, about to take off and destroy Gavin, who struggles and struggles against the chains holding him in place. The car just begins to take off when Taylor manages to squirm out from under the chains that bind him and launch himself out of the wheelchair, dropping to the pavement. He rolls across the ground, turning onto his side to see the car speeding out of the enclosed parking facility with his chair rolling along behind it.

Sophie comes rushing in to grab hold of Gavin only to have his cast covered foot launch directly into her stomach, doubling her over. He quickly wedges his feet to her chest and shoves her back. Sophie loses her footing just as Gavin finds his. The cast makes it difficult to move so Gavin tears it away, turning it into a weapon. Without so much a single hitch in his step, Taylor approaches the laid out Sophie, lifting the plaster mold high above his head, about to bring it down over Sophie’s skull.

Andre: I KNEW IT!

Taylor was in the process of obliterating O’Brian but is suddenly given pause to hesitate when he spots Andre Jordan out of the corner of his eyes. Coincidentally Andre was leading a still unconscious Tabitha to her car, Silverstone hanging limp from his side with her eyes closed and her head bobbing like her neck was nothing but a slinky.

Andre: You son of a bitch…Tabitha look at this….Look! I told you!!

Try as Jordan may, he just can’t get Silverstone to wake up. He shakes her at his side and even tries to pry back her eyelid so she can at long last see the truth, that Taylor was faking his ankle injury this whole time. However, the GOODnight, Alana Starr’s finisher, still leaves her unconscious and unable to bear witness to Taylor’s schemes.

Andre’s arrival has a result he had not anticipated but won’t regret. He keeps Gavin preoccupied long enough for a foot to come launching from the pavement and travel directly into Gavin’s crotch. Sophie boots him to the testicles, sending Taylor twisting to the concrete and cupping his groin with both palms. Sophie then lunges at Gavin’s foot, lifting it into the air and applying the ankle lock. She tears and squeezes at the leg until the muscles are about to explode inside.

Gavin: Ahhh SHIT!

Tabitha’s eyes finally do flutter open and although she still has no control over her muscles, she manages to at least tilt her head into position to see Sophie applying the ankle lock on Gavin, while Andre does nothing to help him.

Tabitha: Andre…Why-why-why aren’t you helping him?

Andre: NOW you wake up?

Tabitha: Stop Sophie, Dre, she’s further injuring Gavin’s ankle.

Andre: GAH!

The moment Sophie spots the inbound Jordan, she breaks the ankle lock and rushes towards the car that Polly now backs into position. Once Norah realized that Gavin wasn’t trailing behind her vehicle still trapped in the wheelchair, Polly wisely opted to circle back, and now arrives just in time for Sophie to leap into the passenger seat. The car takes off with both ladies inside and Andre trying to give pursuit. He doesn’t make it very far considering he still has Tabitha hanging limp from her side like she were the titular character in Weekend at Bernie’s.

Gavin: Ahhh God….those bitches…those bitches are gonna pay.

Threatens Taylor while squeezing his swollen crotch, squeezing his bloated ankle and squeezing his eyes together in an expression of pain.

Poor Kordy….hasn’t she endured enough already?

So why is she still in the ring?

Because she just doesn’t possess the intelligence to leave it even after being threatened by Porno Lad, threatened by Brittany Lohan, and bearing first hand account to the beatdown on Tabitha Silverstone, the shocking reveal of Kathryn Pearson, the abduction of Gavin Taylor…Good God, she’s seen it all.

Kordy has had one busy night, and it’s only getting busier.

Kordy: Why is everyone mad at Kordy? What did Kordy do!?!

Tears nearly stream down Kordy’s cheeks as she paces through the ring and shrieks through the microphone. She swings a crowbar through the air with her other hand.

Mayne: Kordy STILL in the ring having a hissy fit after having Herbert taken from her, and then having Brittany Lohan FORCE her to take that crowbar. Maybe she should just cut her losses already and just get the H-E-double hockey sticks out of the ring.

Though that would be the intelligent thing for Kordy to do….well…we are talking about Kordy here.

Kordy: What does everyone want from Kordy? What does Kordy have to do to make everyone happy?

Justice: I can think of one way you can make Pain and Pleasure happy, sweetheart.

Kordy’s tirade ends to make room for Kevin Justice’s threats. The curtains part and he steps to the stage, using a mic to trouble an already troubled Kordy.

Justice: You can…bleed.

DANNY DARKO VS KORDY

Kordy will never get to finish what weighed so heavily on her mind, what burdened her sunken shoulders, the emotions that pressed on her soul, because now she has literal ailments to worry about, and Danny Darko is about to inflict them. He steps through the curtains just as his intro track provided by Linkin Park filters through the PA system. With Chris Davids joined at his side, Darko makes his way down the ramp and towards his next victim.

Mayne: Not to steal a catchphrase from Aerik Walker, but you might want to run Kordy, run like hell. You’re about to face one of the most intense men on this roster. A man who just picked up a big win over Mya Denton just two weeks ago on this very broadcast.

Danny at last reaches the ring with blood already dribbling down his face, the result of a little self-mutilation after he bashed his own skull into a locker. Though there are already plenty of people lining up to bash Darko’s head for him. Kordy is one of those people, dropping her crowbar and then rushing across the ring and going after Darko before he can step from the apron and into the ring. She is about to hit a double axehandle to his head only for Darko to nail a shoulder block to her ribs. Kordy staggers back and Darko leaps over the ropes, catches her around the neck and spikes her on top of her head with a hot-shot DDT.

Mayne: Not the way I anticipated this match starting for Kordy. Even though she was scheduled to face Darko here tonight, I don’t think she was ready given everything that she’s been part of here tonight.

After her head ricocheted from the canvas, Kordy’s body rolls to the center of the ring, stretched across her stomach. Danny scoots quickly across his knees and stops at Kordy’s side, pulling back her skull and swinging her face into the canvas. It seems Danny is intent on getting what Justice called for…blood.

He retracts Kordy’s head and slams it once again off of the canvas. And in spite of the pulsing migraine running through Kordy’s skull, Danny is just getting started. He stands up, steps over the head of the Tag Team Champion, pulls her up into a front chancery then snaps back into another DDT, this one of an evenflow variety.

The top of her head bounces off of the ring, resulting in her flipping over and ending up on her back, Darko rolls over in reverse, ending up beside Kordy and then pulling her face up by the bangs of her hair. A slap nails her across the cheek, and then HIS forearm grinds across HER forehead.

Darko: You feel that Kordy, do you feel that? You know what that is? That’s PAIN!

A yank is given to Kordy’s hair, pulling her head up before it is slammed back down.

Darko: You see that…You see that look my face?

He only takes a hand from Kordy’s head to point to the smile on his face.

Darko: That’s PLEASURE.

He no longer points at his face, Darko now using his palm to smear the blood that is dribbling from his forehead. With crimson on his fingers, he once again slaps Kordy across the cheek, leaving a red splotch across it.

Knuckles crush Kordy’s face, and then fingers slide into Kordy’s hair.

Danny pulls her along towards her feet and applies another front chancery, in preparation for a third DDT. This time he drops back and spikes only himself straight across his back, Kordy freeing herself from this calamitous situation at the last second. She avoids the DDT by grabbing the top rope, causing Darko to fall back unsuccessful in his maneuver.

Kordy then turns towards the cables, leaps to the middle one and springs off. She flips over backwards and crashes across Darko’s chest with the lionsault.

Mayne: Kordy is back in it, and now the point has come for her to kill someone.

The moonsault may have connected but Kordy is unable to follow through on her counter. She rolls to her knees clutching at her mid-section, organs swelling to the point where they are about to burst through her ribcage. In spite of this trauma, Kordy rises up to her feet and continues to use her body as a weapon. She rushes backwards into the ropes, ricochets off the cables and drops down into a rolling thunder….yes, Kordy is rolling and she is just about to flip out of it into a senton only to have Danny kip up to his feet and catch his opponent in mid-lunge. Kordy has just dove off of her feet and is twisting in mid-air when Darko reaches out, catches her around the neck and nails the DDT he missed mere seconds ago.

Mayne: Ooooh-ho-ho…I can’t say as I’ve ever seen the rolling thunder countered like that before.

Kordy flops to her back and Darko COULD go for the pin, but doesn’t. He sits there on the canvas with his mind in an alternative reality. His brain might be elsewhere, but his body is in the here and the now, hands grabbing hold of Kordy’s hair and pulling back on it. She rises to her knees and finds herself looking through hazy eyes into a bloody face. Instead of head butting a locker, Darko drives his forehead straight into Kordy’s skull, knocking her to her back. Once she’s been laid out before him, Danny stands tall with asmirk stretched across his face, his eyes turning to the very ropes Kordy ricocheted off of when going for the rolling thunder.

Danny goes twisting into these very ropes, ricocheting off and dropping forward into a rolling thunder designed to both injure Kordy and insult her at the same time. He now flips forward out of the move only to have his head caught in Kordy’s legs. She counters him in mid forward flip and then snaps back into a hurricarana.

Mayne: That might be an even more devastating counter to the rolling thunder, one that might pick Kordy up the win to boot.

Darko crashes across his back and Kordy comes down on top of his chest, hooking the crease of one of his knees for the pin.

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The pin is avoided as Darko sits up, causing Kordy to roll off of his chest and roll backwards onto her feet. She staggers into the ropes, ricochets from them and then drops into a rolling thunder, flipping out of it and then crashing upside down right into the seated Darko’s chest.

Mayne: And now Kordy finally hits it from a very unique position on Darko.

Danny crashes to his back with Kordy crashing down on top of him, knocking all the air from his lungs and fight from his body. Kordy rolls across the canvas after delivering this move, getting to her feet and looking for another that will be even more devastating. The Tag Team Champion moves to the ropes, slips through them and then moves across the apron, climbing the nearest turnbuckle.

Mayne: Oh Sinistry, I hope Kordy has better luck going high risk than Ric Flair.

Kordy reaches the top rope, balances herself and then comes flying off into a double stomp, but not one of her feet connect with Danny’s sternum. Just before his ribs can be fractured by Kordy’s boots, Darko rolls out of the way and his opponent instead has to settle for landing on the canvas.

She almost loses her footing, stumbling to the center of the ring while Darko races in from behind, catching her around the waist and heaves her up into the air for a German suplex. But Kordy manages to amazingly reach back with her legs, wrapping them around Danny’s waist and then falling forward. She rolls him up into a pin only to intentionally break her clasp on the creases of his knees, leap to her feet and then lunge into a double stomp, coming down right on top of Darko’s ribcage.

Mayne: It took quite a bit of work to finally pull that one out of Kordy’s cute little backside.

The double stomp deflates Danny’s lungs and potentially snaps a few ribs. Kordy has snapped as well, in the head, still overwrought by so much emotion. Kordy drops from Danny’s ribs, lands beside him and immediately twists him over to his stomach, potentially setting up for the Hello Kordy. The high angle armbar is just about to get locked in, but instead it’s Kordy who gets locked up. Darko rolls away from Kordy and ends up pulling her backwards over his ribs and over the back of her head and shoulders. Kordy ends up landing on knees with Darko rolling to his feet, stepping over her head, hooking both of her arms and heaving her up into the package piledriver.

Mayne: It might not have been the Last Rites, but that package piledriver was almost as deadly.

Chris Davids cringes at ringside in response to the way Kordy’s neck bent when she was dropped on her head. The rest of the crowd finds the last scene equally as garish, and are even more alarmed.

Kordy finds herself distressed as she’s pulled up and trapped in the cravat.

Mayne: And now Darko seamlessly transitions into a cravat, targeting the head he’s been after throughout this match. Guess that just goes to show that even lunatics can employ strategy.

Justice smirks at ringside in response to the screams emanating from Kordy as her neck is twisted in the powerful clutches of his client. Darko puts as much pressure on the neck as possible, trying his best to snap it if that’s what it takes. Even a potential broken neck won’t stop Kordy though, she gets to her feet and swings her elbows into Danny’s ribs, trying to break his clutch upon her head. Another forearm blasts Danny to his gut, weakening his hold but not breaking it.

Eventually Kordy manages to twist her body only to have Danny transition around from the neck cravat into a double underhook.

Kordy is completely debilitated by the impact of the SNAP double arm DDT that connects.

Kordy has no defenses left as Darko twists her around out of the double arm DDT to her seat, where he crouches in front of her, facing the opposite direction and applying a modified double chickenwing. Kordy swings her heel down into the canvas repeatedly, trying to get herself motivated to fight through this hold. Surprisingly quite a sizeable chunk of the crowd is supporting Kordy, cheering for her as the lesser of these two evils.

The warm response gets hotter and hotter and gets Kordy more and more inspired. She finds the adrenaline surge to reach her feet even while still trapped in the double chickenwing.

Mayne: It looks like Kordy is going to escape another hold from the Devious Darko.

That’s her intention, struggling out of the double chickenwing by swinging her body to the side. And what does Danny do about this? He lets Kordy swing right around out of his hold so that he can turn her momentum against her. This results in Kordy wedging her back against Darko’s and Danny dropping her to the canvas with a reverse neckbreaker.

Mayne: More pressure on the head and neck…I’m not even sure if this is strategy any longer. I think Darko just wants to maim poor Kordy.

It becomes obvious that that’s exactly what motivates Darko tonight, NOT victory. He sits Kordy up, wedges a shoulder to her gut and heaves her into the air. The Tag Champion is driven into the ropes, Kordy being sat on the middle cable with her chest falling against the top rope. Danny then reaches out, takes her around the neck and drops her down off of the ropes into a reverse neckbreaker across his elevated knee.

Mayne: Kordy’s neck twisted at such an angle….She’s gonna end up looking more lopsided than Tara Reid’s tits.

The collision with the knee has Kordy sprawled across her side, gripping at the back of her neck and her head. And this blow might be crippling, but what Darko has in store next is going to be career ending. He keeps his arms wrapped around Kordy’s neck, rolls her along to her feet and then heaves her up into the air so that her legs fall over the middle cable. He wraps his arm around her neck then snaps back into a rope hung DDT.

The impact turns Kordy into a turtle…and not one of those cool Teenage Mutant Ninja kinds….more like a Dana Carvey Master of Disguise style turtle. The type NO ONE wants to see.

Kordy’s head is pushed back into her shoulders to the point where her neck all but vanishes. Danny now pushes Kordy over to her stomach even after hitting the DDT and pulls her up into a rear chin lock. He wraps his hands under Kordy’s chin and wedges his knee to her upper back, targeting all the areas he’s victimized so thoroughly throughout this match.

Mayne: Maybe Darko was right when he said the crowd wouldn’t be chanting “Kordy’s Gonna Kill You,” and instead would be begging Darko not to take Kordy’s life.

Kordy is held down across the canvas by the knee pressed to her back, and only her head is elevated by the hands clamped under her jaw. After the extensive amount of work done on Kordy’s neck and head, we could see her on the cusp of tapping out.

Mayne: I think if Kordy submits here there might be a riot. Yes, Kordy’s fanbase is THAT rabid. And seriously, I don’t get the appeal.

Hands slap barricades and feet stomp concrete, the crowd trying to motivate Kordy in spite of her compilation of injuries, all of which inflicted by the Devious One. He exerts even more pressure on the hold especially as Kordy shows the will to get her knees under her. Danny now straddles the back with his legs and transitions into your basic, but very damaging sleeper hold. His arm catches Kordy right under the chin and the forearm grinds against her throat, depriving her of oxygen.

The muscles in her face contract into an expression of pain as Kordy finds herself seconds from potentially submitting.

All the while Kevin and Chris are in discussion at ringside, Kevin singing the virtues of Darko’s intensity. Chris nods in response and remains tight lipped on the subject, prompting Justice to break away, stepping around to the opposite side of the ring while Davids stays put. Justice gets a better glimpse of what’s going on, leaning against the apron and shouting into the ring at Kordy to give up.

After everything poor Kordy has been through tonight, she cannot afford to give into a submission to top off a rather dreadful evening. So she gets to her feet in spite of the oxygen deprivation and begins to twist from side to side, on the cusp of freeing herself from this predicament. Eventually she manages to twist completely around out of the sleeper and wedge the top of her head to Danny’s chin. She leaves her feet, going for a jawbreaker only to have Darko slam his knee right into her mid-section. As a result Kordy is doubled over and now Danny hooks both of her arms, setting up for a double underhook DDT.

Before the move can connect Kordy wedges her feet to the canvas and pushes her way towards Danny, shoving him backwards into the cables. Just before he hits the ropes, Darko transitions around beside Kordy and throws her through the cables, the Champion landing on her knees across the apron then having her head pulled into a front chancery. Another rope hung DDT is about to connect before Kordy manages to nail Darko across the ribs several times with a forearm, eventually breaking his clutch. Kordy then turns away from Danny, ending up seated on the middle rope with her back exposed to her adversary.

Danny steps in and takes her around the chin, going for that same reverse neckbreaker across his knee only for Kordy to drop back, launching her shins over the ropes and right into Darko’s face. The blow staggers Danny, yet he maintains his footing. He then comes charging back in only to have Kordy launch her legs over the top rope once more, this time wrapping shins around the Pain and Pleasure member’s neck. She unleashes the ropes and then swings around into a head scissors, flipping her adversary through the air.

Mayne: Just listen to these fans. They are so pumped for Kordy.

Darko is only down for a few seconds. He’s right back up just as Kordy comes staggering in and throws her rear end into her opponent’s body. Danny reaches out and catches her around the waist though, allowing Kordy to fall forward, wedge her hands to the canvas and push herself up into a wheelbarrow bulldog. She reaches back, catches Darko around the neck and drops down, planting her opponent’s skull into the canvas.

The forceful impact has Darko bouncing up to his knees, shaking off the blow and trying to cling to one last vestige of consciousness. Kordy looks over her shoulder in surprise at the sight of Danny getting to his feet. This coerces her to roll back and wrap her legs around Danny’s waist a second time, pushing herself up and into a second wheelbarrow bulldog. Darko’s skull slams against the ring once more, leaving an indentation of his face against the canvas.

He bounces up to his knees looking incapable of fending off what Kordy has in store next. She steps in and takes the Devious Darko around his neck, and now we see just how devious he really is. It seems he’s sucked Kordy into a false sense of security. The moment she takes him around the neck and drops into a DDT, Danny catches her by the creases of the knees, rips her legs out from under her then stands up and falls back into a catapult. Kordy is launched into the turnbuckle, but instead of hitting it, she lands on it. She turns Darko’s move to her advantage, springing off the ropes and twisting in mid-air towards her stooped forward adversary, catching him around the waist and dragging him down into a sunset flip.

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Danny rolls right through the pin and onto his feet, reaching out and grabbing Kordy’s legs. He wedges his shoulders into the creases of Kordy’s knees then deadlifts her from the canvas before wrapping his arms around her thigh, going for the Last Rites. He connects, driving Kordy’s head viciously against the canvas.

Mayne: Kordy dumped right on her pretty little head.

Many fans in attendance gnaw their nails and pull at their hair at the sight of Darko crushing Kordy’s skull. And to aggravate and concern them even further, Darko does not go for the pin. Instead he slides his hands into Kordy’s hair, dragging her up and putting her in position for another Last Rites.

Mayne: Darko really IS going to kill Kordy, and…HEY, look at who’s at ringside.

Davids was so distracted by the action in the ring that he doesn’t even notice the presence of Rachel and Aiken Frost until their breathing down the back of his neck. Chris spins around and eyes both the NHB Champion and her husband, removed from him by mere inches. In spite of his defiance over recent weeks, it seems the Frost family harbors no ill will directed at Davids. Although they do not raise their hands for destructive purposes, Davids is still at red alert, putting up his own mitts to fend off any impending blows. Instead, what Rachel raises are not clinched knuckles, it’s a pamphlet….a funeral pamphlet with Orlando Cruze’s face centered upon it.

Rachel: Calm down Sugar, we’re not here to kill you….yet.

Aiken: Indeed Christopher. We already have one funeral planned for this evening, let us not make it two.

Rachel: Consider this YOUR invitation to our services for Orlando.

The memorial is wedged against Chris’ chest, stumbling him back slightly. There is such a common bond formed between Darko and Davids, that Danny can almost feel the distress of his comrade in arms. He turns his head just in time to spot Rachel wrapping her arms around Chris’ neck, not in a choke, but in a hug.

Rachel: We forgive you, Christopher. We forgive you for walking out on us, and we still believe in you, we still believe that you will stand beside Wilde and Hurse and slaughter the Blacklist.

Aiken: Indeed child, that is why we have given you one final opportunity at Reawakening Day to aid our cause.

Rachel: Don’t disappoint us again…

As Frost sways from side to side still trapping Chris with her bearhug squeeze, her eyes drift towards the watching Darko, winking at him.

This distraction gives Kordy a very valuable and rare opportunity, shifting her weight into her lower body. She drops down out of Darko’s arms, leaps through his legs and then into the turnbuckle behind him. Darko spins around and goes after Kordy while official Ingelson shouts towards those figures at ringside to get lost.

Darko continues to go after Kordy, catching her in the corner and catching a crowbar between the eyes. The moment Danny pulled back on Kordy’s hair she retaliated by swinging the weapon she was given by Brittany into Darko’s forehead. The referee returns his focus to the ring too late to see what Kordy just did. She throws the crowbar out of the ring and crawls into the cover, capitalizing on the shot from her weapon.

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Darko gets his shoulder up, but too late to prevent the pinfall.

Mayne: (Sarcastically) Awww great…wonderful….Let’s hear more love for Kordy.

The crowd emotes a predictable wave of fervor at the sight of Kordy picking up the win. She sits up and feels pain course through her every joint, through every muscle, feeling as crippled physically as she does emotionally. Kordy may have won, but she has no want to celebrate.

Mayne: Alright, you won Kordy and now PLEASE leave already. You’ve caused more drama than Christian Bale on the set of Terminator when a cast member stumbles into his scene.

Kordy finally does make herself scarce, unable to take anymore. She rolls out of the ring and picks up the crowbar before barreling up the ramp.

As Kordy is leaving the ring, Chris is making his way into it, sliding across his knees towards the seated Darko. While Chris approaches from before Danny, Kevin Justice approaches from behind. The two offer council to Danny, who sits with a far off gaze inhabiting his eyes. His focus is not on the two men who surround him, nor on their words, instead it’s focused on the woman who has climbed up onto the apron. Rachel stares at one of many who will challenge her for the NHB Championship at Reawakening Day.

Rachel: What gives sugar?

Frost shrugs her shoulders with palms upturned towards the heavens.

Rachel: I thought we were all one big happy family, Danny.

Obviously Rachel is eluding to the twisted family tree that Darko hangs from a branch of.

Rachel: And yet you who TRY to force me into the middle of your issues with Walker and Mason? Nah honey, that won’t do…

Aiken: Your shrewdness is revered, Daniel. It appears you are at last living up to your moniker as the Devious One. However, The issues between yourself, Walker and Mason have been long in the making, and inserting Frost into the middle of this madness makes little sense.

Rachel: So we’ve come up with a compromise. Instead of a four way at Reawakening Day, you, Mason and Walker will collide in a triple threat match, stipulation of your choice, and once you three have resolved your differences, then the winner will move on to challenge me for the NHB Championship later that night.

Darko: Fine Rachel…

Darko finally breaks his chilling silence.

Darko: Continue to play your games, because I can play with the best of them. If you want Walker, Mason and I to destroy each other, we will…in a Stairway to Hell match.

Yes, Darko just made a challenge for a match employing ladders and employing weapons hanging above the ring. God only knows what those weapons will be.

A grin forms in spite of the blood that is dribbling down over his upturned lips from the gash he opened bashing his face against a locker earlier.

Darko: I don’t care about titles, this is all about PAIN….

Maxine: Aaaabbiii, come on already.

Any semblance of patience has long abandoned Maxine, who realizes that the end of tonight’s telecast is drawing ever so much nearer. She repeatedly checks the time, growing more and more anxious with each second that ticks away.

Abigail: I’m almost done, I swear.

Abigail’s voice echoes from the room that Maxine stands beside the entrance too.

Maxine: If you don’t come out now I’m going to the ring myself.

Abigail: Alright already, I’m coming.

At last Abigail makes her way into the hall that Maxine has been occupying for what feels like an eternity. Moore smiles once she realizes that all the time Abigail put into preparation was so worth it. Lindsey looks positively enchanting in her tight black dress and with her hair done up.

Maxine: Overdressed a little?

Abigail: You think so?

Maxine: Yeah, I mean we aren’t exactly going to a nightclub, we’re crashing a funeral.

Abigail: Then I should stand out nicely.

The room occupied by a vegetative Orlando Cruze and a consoling Taylor Chase remains the focus of Jessica Wilde. She peers around the doorway into the room contemplating how to set the next phase of her plan into motion. She looks for an opening, examining the turned back of Chase, and the closed eyes of the Icon. Finally she reaches down into her pocket and slowly extracts a weapon that will force Taylor’s cooperation. She bites the protective cap off a syringe while removing the jacket hanging from her body. A nursing uniform is revealed beneath the coat, Wilde wearing the perfect disguise to get the drop on the Scarlet Socialite. A surgical mask finds its way over Wilde’s lips and nose, further obscuring her identity.

Jessica: I’m here to give Mr. Cruze his sponge bath.

Informs Wilde who carefully hides the syringe behind her back…a syringe filled with a paralyzing agent that will leave Taylor only capable of doing one thing…watching the monitor hanging from the wall.

Jessica: Would you like to…..hey…

Although much of her face is obscured behind the surgical mask, Wilde’s eyes are still visible. They are almost bursting out of their sockets when spotting the face of the lady seated beside Orlando, and it’s not the face she was expecting to see.

Jessica: You’re not Taylor Chase.

Wallace: And you’re not Orlando’s nurse.

In spite of being in the company of the enemy, Kelcey Wallace actually looks quite relaxed. Her eyes don’t even turn from the pages of the magazine she’s flipping through, nor does she rise from the seat she causally leans back against.

Jessica: What-what are you doing here, albatross?

Wallace licks her fingers and turns another page in the magazine.

Wallace: Taylor knew one of you would show up eventually.

Jessica: And-and where’s Taylor?

Finally Wallace DOES turn away from the pages of the magazine, looking up to acknowledge the distress in Wilde’s eyes.

Wallace: Where do you think?

An instrumental version of ‘My Way’ by Frank Sinatra is playing through the speakers, setting the stage, well not just the stage but the ring, and not just the ring but the ringside area, for this highly emotional moment. A casket sits in the middle of the squared circle with a blown up photograph of Orlando Cruze situated beside it. Of all the images of Cruze that could have been selected for this somber occasion of remembrance, the Sinistry has picked a photograph of Orlando with food falling from the corners of his mouth as he partook in a celebrity hotdog eating competition.

Mayne: It’s here, the event we’ve been building towards all night long has arrived. I’m so excited I want to take my pants off, but apparently that’s frowned upon at funerals. Learned that the hard way at my Great Grandfather’s service.

The casket and the bloated image of a bloated Cruze are not the only things set in place for this ‘funeral.’ A wreath of black roses forms a circle around the stand for Orlando’s picture, and there are an abundance of dead flowers placed on top of the casket.

At ringside there are dozens of chairs both occupied and unoccupied. Chris Davids is seated in one of these chairs, sandwiched between Decay and Jed Wayne, all free will taken away from him. In a back row we also see Declan Bishop, who is also seated between two imposing figures, Phobos and Deimos. A concubine sits on her knees in front of Declan, resting her cheek on his lap.

In the front row we see Tina Valentine, who seems to have no interest in what’s going on inside of the ring, face buried in her iphone, texting away.

Mayne: A variable who’s who of guests attending this grand occasion. Is it wrong to be this giddy at a funeral?

As My Way continues to play through the speakers some more guests make their arrival. In spite of all the physicality they’ve endured throughout the night, Aerik Walker and Marie Jones make their way down the ramp still dressed to the nines.

Mayne: And there’s the Good Movement. The group so instrumental in destroying Orlando two weeks ago on this telecast.

The Good Movement army are flanked by the ebony clad Paul Garrett and Samantha Hodgson, who follow their respective clients all the way to the front row. Already Marie is removing a Kleenex from her purse and handing it to Walker, who dabs fake tears from his eyes while falling back into his chair. It appears that the rest of the Good Movement were rendered unable to attend the service due to a myriad of varying circumstances.

The funeral march begins to filter through the speakers as the Frost family and the satellites orbiting their sphere of influence make their way down the ramp. Jaina Frost is the first out, continuing to sport the veil and raven shaded dress. She hangs her head in a morose manner, a disposition matched by all those who follow along behind her. Once again she finds herself trailed by the leader of her own personal security detail, Hunter Locke.

Franklin Paradise and Desmond Drake trail Jaina closely, the two not only wearing matching suits, but matching smug expressions.

Katelyn Buehler couldn’t look anymore distressed as she is forced to the stage by the crease of her elbow, Hurse dragging her along with a black suit quickly tossed around his body.

Katelyn: Don’t make me do this, Steven.

Hurse: Be quiet.

Unlike Katelyn, the duo that follow her to the ramp are not there by force. Aiken and Rachel are arm in arm on their way towards the squared circle, trying to exude human emotion yet failing miserably to look at all compassionate.

And finally at the back of the group we find Rachel Foxx, and Ba’al.

The Suicide Queen and the World Champion hesitate on the stage, Foxx wearing her husband’s World Title. The two are staring straight forward to the casket in the ring. They are single mindedly focused on the service, and not on the jeers of the crowd. They pass through the thin isle way cutting through the chairs occupied by the Good Movement, Valentine and Davids, eventually climbing the steps into the ring. As each member of the Sinistry and their supporters enter the ring, they drop black roses onto the surface of the casket and then form a circle around the podium Ba’al presently stands behind.

Ba’al: For our days are not only few; but full of evil. Anxieties perplex us; dangers alarm us; infirmities oppress us; disappointments afflict us; losses impoverish us; And we fear Thine anger and Thine wrath. O shut not Thy merciful ear to our prayers, but spare us, O most Holy Lord; O God, most mighty; O holy and most merciful Savior; Thou most worthy judge eternal. Suffer us not, at our last hour, for any bitter pains of death, to fall from Thee. And we beseech Thee O Lord To receive with mercy unto Thine arms the soul of our dear departed brethren today, that we may rejoice in their life And honor their passing to Thy eternal care. Amen!

A loud amen is heard amongst all those gathered around Ba’al.

Ba’al: We are gathered tonight to pay homage not only to a man, but the misguided ideals that he has upheld. As we bid farewell to Orlando Cruze, we also say goodbye to the corruption and over indulgence that marred the IWC.

At ringside Marie now has her arms wrapped around Walker’s neck, rubbing his shoulder and patting him on the cheek as he pretends to weep into her shoulder.

Ba’al: Tonight we pass Orlando’s soul over to thy lord for his eternal judgment, but before Cruze ultimately leaves this plane let us remember him. Who would care to step forth and pay their respects to our departed Icon, and the tainted federation he built upon a backbone of sin?

Franklin: I have something to say.

Ba’al: Then take the podium my child.

Ba’al accommodates the wishes of the SIN General Manager, stepping aside so that Paradise can take his place.

Franklin: I just want to offer my sincerest apologies. I am so friggin’ sorry…

Paradise lowers his face into his palm, looking far more subdued than we are accustomed to seeing.

Franklin: So friggin sorry to…my masters!

If Paradise could flog himself, he would. Actually, he has, but this is a different type of flogging, one that doesn’t involve the use of playboy centerfolds.

Franklin: I should have taken out Orlando Cruze a long-long time ago and saved Sinistry the trouble of having to do it themselves. It’s not like I didn’t have countless opportunities to do it, I could have let Aaron Harrison commit vehicular manslaughter at Invictus and run Orlando down inside of the Hell in a Cell. But I didn’t, cause I held onto this belief that maybe Orlando would find the heart to forgive my prior sins, and wipe the slate clean between us. But instead, he forced me to jump through hoops, to repeatedly put my body on the line to demonstrate that I had changed. Like I’M the one who needed to change. Like there was anything wrong with THE Franklin Paradise. It was Orlando, the very man unreceptive to forgiveness that needed to change. But he was too stubborn to do it. He was too set in his own ways, his head was way too far up his own ass. And maybe, maybe if Orlando could forgive, if he could change, he wouldn’t find himself now knocking on heaven’s door.

Ba’al: Thank you, Mr. Paradise, for your thoughtful words.

As Franklin backs away from the podium, the GM bows his head to the World Champion.

Ba’al: Are there others who would like to speak about our departed former President?

Frost: We’ve got a few words, and don’t worry, we won’t mince them.

Ba’al: Then please express yourselves.

The Violent Kind and the Suicide Queen, Rachel Frost and Foxx, take Ba’al up on his invitation, stepping around the podium. Much like Aerik Walker at ringside, these two ladies pretend to be blotting their eyes with Kleenexes to absorb their tears.

Foxx: Oh no, is my mascara running?

Frost: No darlin’, ya look fine, much better than how Orlando looks right now.

Foxx: To be fair, I believe the Crypt Keeper looks better than Orlando at the moment.

Frost: What can Rachel and I say about Orlando Cruze that hasn’t already been said? Yeah, the man was a pig…And my family knows what I do to pigs…

Foxx: He sure did bleed like a stuck pig, didn’t he?

Frost: I still got the red stains on my clothes to prove it.

Foxx: We will give you credit where credit is due, Orlando. You ARE one tough bastard.

Frost: Which made it all the more gratifyin’ when we broke ya.

Foxx: I think we did a little worse than break him, Sis.

Frost: True, cause if Orlando Cruzify DOES recover, he won’t be the same. Never again.

Foxx: One way or another, his life is over.

Frost: And we wish we could find just one redeemable quality we could talk about as he makes that long walk into the light.

Foxx: Hmmmm…I’m drawing a blank.

Frost: Well…he does bleed real REAL good.

Foxx: Worse than a hemophiliac.

Frost: And he did make me one happy lady.

Foxx: Oh?

Frost: Yeah, cause the sound of his neck snapping when the two of us gave him that SPIKED Dead in Tombstone on the crucifix, brought a HUGE smile ta my face.

Foxx: The loveliest smile.

Ba’al: Very moving…Very touching indeed.

As Frost and Foxx vacate the podium.

Ba’al: Do we have any others who would care to share their feelings regarding the departed?

Jaina: Oh me…please me…let me say something.

Ba’al: The podium is yours, dear sister.

An excited Jaina pulls back her black veil while stepping up to the microphone.

Jaina: I have written a special poem this evening to commemorate the demise of the villainous Cruze.

Mayne: Awesome, a poem. We know that Jaina is a great poet judging by her twitter account.

Jaina just begins to clear her throat and recite the poem she wrote specifically for the Icon.

Mika: Let us not start down this road again, mishka.

Jaina’s eyes jump from the page to the stage, where Mika Kozlov, injured ribs and all, limps along to through the curtains with an equally as banged up Montgomery and Harrison following behind.

Mika: If you start reading your poems, I’ll start reading my poems, and before you know it, we will have another epic rhyme battle. And the Blacklist does not have the time for that. We are here to crash this service.

Already Aiken is leaning through the ropes, glaring at Decay and Jed Wayne.

Aiken: You swore to me that you had finished these three.

Jed: We don’t know how they’re still standing.

Aiken: Well remedy the situation this instant.

Decay and Wayne don’t have to be instructed twice, making their way up the ramp to put an end to this interference. The two big men leave behind Chris Davids, who was moments ago sandwiched between them. Chris has no idea how to react, picking up a chair just in case he’s required to use it. Instead of putting the weapon to use, Davids just stands back and watches Wayne and Decay pick up right where they left off earlier tonight, swinging fists into the faces of Harrison and Montgomery.

Mayne: Get them, end the Blacklist for destroying my announce table earlier tonight.

A barrage of blows connect between Wayne, Decay, Harrison and Montgomery, the four teeing off on one another. Eventually their fight brings them down to the concrete beside the stage, or at least three of them. Decay attempts to fend off the double team of Harrison and Lukas as the two spiral towards tables serendipitously placed just beneath the side of the stage. Meanwhile, above them Jed and Mika have found their way to one another.

Wayne throws a discus lariat that Kozlov manages to just duck under. She then steps forward and reaches out towards Davids, plucking the chair he was holding right out of his hands.

Mika: I will take that lapochka.

Chris puts up absolutely no fight as the chair is taken away from him.

Chris: More power to you.

Mika turns around just in time to be hit with a boot to the ribs, a blow so powerful it doubles her already weakened body over. Jed then pulls her head under his seat and slaps her over the back with a forearm, subduing her enough to set up for a powerbomb across the steel.

On the concrete below them Decay has managed to grab Montgomery by the back of the head and toss his skull into the wall of an above ground pool put in place for the Summer Heat Extravaganza. Montgomery bounces off, turns and gets caught across the throat, Decay heaves him up into the air for a chokeslam only to have Harrison rush in and blast him to the upper back with a clubbing blow.

Lukas is dropped to his feet and Decay staggers forward into the table set up just off to the side of the stage. He then turns around and flings his fist directly into Aaron’s jaw, but instead finds his own chin caved in by a double superkick by Harrison and Montgomery. The two men manage to knock Decay back and across the surface of the table.

High above the prone Decay, Jed now heaves Mika up and onto his shoulders, setting up for the devastating powerbomb across the stage. And bone does connect with steel, Mika driving the chair she’s still holding down and into Wayne’s skull. She has Wayne disorientated enough to keep him from blocking the hurricarana. She twists her body and sends Wayne flipping off of the top of the stage and through Decay stretched across the table down below.

Mayne: With the amount of tables we’re going through here tonight, I think we might need to make another trip to Home Depot.

The Manhattan Center is exploding into a wave of ‘holy shit’ chants at the sight of Wayne going through Decay….Decay going through the table….and both men going down to the concrete.

Declan: Hmmmm…

Declan Bishop, Phobos and Deimos rise from their chairs, observing the Blacklist and their destructive actions this evening.

Declan: Seems our sacrificial lamb has come to us. Take him….

Deimos and Phobos kick aside the isle of chairs arranged before them and go straight after Lukas.

Harrison is unaware of the calamity that is about to befall his partner, too busy aiding Mika up to her feet on the top of the stage. It isn’t until they hear the change in the crowd’s tune that Harrison and Kozlov focus themselves on what’s happening down below them, Montgomery being nailed with forearms and punches by the Movement’s monsters. The sight of this, even a faintest glimpse of Montgomery in distress, draws upon the protective instincts of his pack. Kozlov and Harrison rush across the stage and dive off into simultaneous splashes on Phobos and Deimos standing so far down below. The four crash across the concrete and the fans are out of their seats screeching as loud as their lungs will allow.

Though they struck the concrete with a considerable thud, the four of them work their way back to their feet going back and forth with blows. A recovered Montgomery them comes rushing into the fracas, jumping the Movement, the very group that has attempted to sacrifice him over the past several weeks. Eventually the Movement and the Blacklist take their fight to the back with every member of the Frost family watching, but only Jaina commenting.

Jaina: Half a pound of tupenny rice….half a pound of treacle…mix it up and make it nice, pop goes the weasel!

As Frost recites this nursery rhyme, it’s clear that the Movement and the Blacklist are not playing childish games.

Ba’al: I believe the time for testimonials is over. Let us move along with our service shall we?

Amazingly Ba’al isn’t even phased by anything that he just witnessed, not even skipping a beat as he segues from one portion of the funeral to another. He fails to so much as blanch even after his family servant, Decay, and Jed Wayne were put through the table.

Ba’al: Normally this would be the time when we would open the casket and ask everyone to step forth and bid farewell to the embalmed corpse sitting inside. However, since we are not in possession of a body, we shall instead open the casket and fil it with Orlando’s most prized possession.

What object is Ba’al referring to?

What is about to be placed in the lavish casket?

Stop with the questions that will literally be answered in less time than it takes you to ask them.

The IWC World Championship slides from Rachel Foxx’s shoulder and finds its way into her husband’s palm.

Ba’al: In my possession is the IWC World Championship…

The gold is raised aloft, as if it didn’t stand out enough already.

Ba’al: This World Championship belt is the final remnant of a company marred by lust and wrath. Two of the very offences that compelled us to crucify the Icon. We will not see these offences permeate SIN. As thus, I have decided that the gold that so many have lusted over, and that has inspired such wrath amidst those who pursue it, shall be buried in Orlando’s stead.

The crowd is so shocked by this statement that they have difficulty finding the breath to heckle the man who moves towards the casket. He pulls back the lid to reveal the void inside, one that shall soon be filled by the IWC World Championship.

Ba’al: This belt is a testament to Orlando’s avarice, to his ego, to his arrogance. This belt embodies all that Orlando values, so it must be destroyed. In order to remove the final traces of Orlando from SIN, and to truly rechristen the IWC in the image of the Frost family, this false idle shall be buried deep, and a NEW Championship belt shall be minted….the SIN World Championship…

The Frost family claps and smiles, but Katelyn, Hurse, and even the Good Movement and Tina Valentine at ringside are all completely caught off guard by this announcement. It doesn’t appear their very receptive to it either.

Ba’al: We need a new championship that has not been sullied and defaced by sinners such as Taylor Chase and Rose Savior. We need a title that will reflect the spiritual rebirth and moral reinvigoration that SIN shall inspire. So we cast aside Orlando’s pride and see it to the very pits of infernal fury that he himself shall be burnt by.

The title falls across the satin lining of the coffin and Ba’al steps back while snapping his fingers. Jacob Laymon and Executioner, members of the Pestilence, answer the call of their Master, sliding into the ring with gasoline cans hanging from their palms.

When the gas begins to soak the belt and the coffin interior, Hurse’s eye at last makes contact with Katelyn’s face. Obviously the FIRST IWC World Champion, Hurse, does not like the turn this has taken.

Ba’al: Unlike Orlando, I am not a man who believes in absorbing all glory for himself. I shall allow another to burn away the past and purge SIN of the evils that befell the IWC at the hands of the tyrannical fascist that was the Icon. I call upon one of many who have sought sanctuary beneath the black flag of the Sinistry, to rise and be the one who burns the title, burns the past, and burns all that remains of the Icon’s influence. Katelyn, my child, your moment of absolution is finally here.

Buehler looks like she just got punched in the ovaries.

Ba’al: Step forth, ignite the title, and free us all from an endless perdition…

A flame extends from the lighter that Ba’al raises, his eyes seemingly lost in the flame.

Ba’al: Purge your mind and your heart of this false idol, the very object that has inspired you to commit envy, lust, wrath, greed and pride. You can never find your salvation until you have destroyed this championship.

The lighter stretches towards the hand of Katelyn.

Ba’al: Take hold of the flame, and seize your redemption.

Katelyn: No…

Ba’al: Take the fire child…

The lighter is forced into Katelyn’s palm.

Ba’al:..and do not question me again.

Katelyn: I-I-I can’t….

Ba’al: You can and you must!

Hurse: Ummm….Ba’al…

The Champion looks embittered to hear his name spoken by such a lowly figure, instead of being called by the title the rest of the Pestilence have adopted for him. He is even more sickened by the incredulous nature of Hurse, who has the audacity to not only speak out of turn, but to step forth and place a hand upon Ba’al’s forearm.

Hurse: Forgive me, but I think this has-this has-gone too far.

Ba’al: Do you, Child?

Huse: Burning the World Title? I just can’t approve of that. The belt has a very rich history, it defines everything that guys like myself have worked our whole career for…

It’s been a long time…a very long time since last Katelyn smiled.

Ba’al: Remove your hand from me at once…

The grin was incredibly short lived.

Ba’al: The IWC World Title is not a symbol of success, it is a beacon for sinfulness, and it must be stripped away before it can motivate others to give over to wrath, pride…

Hurse: Ba’al, I just-I just-don’t see how you can justify this.

Ba’al: It is of no surprise to me that you lack VISION!

This less than subtle jab at Hurse’s missing eye leads to a bitter groan from the first IWC World Champion.

Ba’al: I do however appreciate your candor, child. It is not often to hear one speak their mind to me. I feel your honesty should be rewarded. Dear sister…

Rachel Frost licks her lips as she steps forth.

Ba’al: Do show our follower how we reward those who speak their minds.

Rachel: Gladly brother.

Almost before she can finish her sentence, Rachel is rushing forth and crushing Hurse’s throat with the Loredo Lasso.

As her mentor is laid out before her eyes, Katelyn finally loses all control, stepping forth to aid Hurse only to find herself cut off by the lighter toting Ba’al.

Ba’al: Who do you love more, your mentor, or your girls?

Katelyn stops, realizing that she’s in a predicament there is truly no escape from, given that Ba’al and Foxx have custody of her children, custody granted to them by the very man who lies on the canvas clasping at his throat. The Godfather of Buehler’s daughters can do nothing but gasp for air, unable to produce another word of defiance aimed at the World Champion, or avail Katelyn of her plight.

Ba’al: I will hear no further protest….

Yet again the lighter is pushed into Katelyn’s hand, and this time her fingers are closed in around it.

Ba’al: Now burn away the past…

Katelyn: Yes…..

Ba’al: Yes what?

Katelyn: Yes my master.

She turns from the man who has subjugated her and prepares to introduce the flame to the title.

Abigail: Excuse me, but are we too late to give our testimonials?

The whole building absolutely erupts at the sight of Abigail Lindsey and Maxine Moore making their way to the stage. Everyone reacts in some varying degree to the presence of Abi standing there in her black dress. While some cheer her, others, namely Ba’al in the ring, and Marie Jones at ringside, do not take too kindly to Lindsey’s presence.

Abigail: I have something I’d like to share about Orlando Cruze.

Ba’al: The time for remembrance has passed.

Abigail: Awww…well guess what, TOUGH SHIT!

The insulting tone of Abigail seems to amuse Ba’al rather than upset him.

Abigail: See, I owe Orlando quite a bit of gratitude. Five months ago, Cruze took a chance that no one else would. In spite of my checkered past, and my infamous bloodline, Orlando signed me to a contract here in the IWC.

This gets quite the heart-warming response from the crowd.

Abigail: Orlando was aware of my many peculiarities, my imbalance, and that twisted evil little demon I fight so hard to keep deeply repressed…

Obviously she’s referencing ‘Serenity,’ her alter and far more deadly ego.

Abigail: Yet even with all of that in mind, Orlando brought me into the IWC, and has given me countless opportunities not only to climb the ranks here, but to close so many old wounds. I owe him a lot of gratitude. Because if Cruze hadn’t signed me, I never would be in the position I am now to save that World Championship from you, Ba’al, and if I hadn’t been brought into this company, I never would have met my true love.

It takes some doing to struggle against the smile that forms across Katelyn’s face.

Abigail: If you think I’m going to let you destroy either of those things, Ba’al, then you have another thing coming. In fact, I think it’s time Maxine and I went down there and provided our own candle lit visual, and we’ll use your burning corpse to light our wicks.

The crowd loves it and they obviously want some more of it.

Their about to get a lot more of it too, Maxine and Abigail starting down the ramp.

Aiken: GOOD Movement….

Marie and Aerik turn towards the man shouting down at them the ring.

Aiken: I believe after your actions on NewAge, that you owe us quite the debt. Let us see it repaid.

Obviously Aiken is eluding to the multiple mistakes made by Walker and Jones on the last telecast that saw harm come to Rachel Foxx and Rachel Frost.

Walker: Listen here Marshall Herff Applewhite, you may have the rest of your group drinking your Kool-Aide, but we’re not your little pawns, and we don’t owe you SHIT!

Marie: We’ll help, but not because of what happened on NewAge, and not because of any ‘debts,’ we’ll take care of Abigail, simply because I loathe the bitch.

A spiteful Marie turns her attention to a determined Abigail.

After the lawsuit filed by Jones against Lindsey, after their run in on NewAge, it looks like this issue is finally going to be resolved not in a courtroom, but via open warfare in the confines of the Manhattan Center.

Abigail: Hiiii Marie.

Marie: I’m so looking forward to ending this.

Walker: Nah Red….WE’RE looking forward to ending this.

Aerik steps up beside Marie, putting aside his disgruntled attitude to aid his partner in the impending destruction of Lindsey. Garrett and Hodgson play cheerleader, rallying behind their forces as they begin up the ramp and towards Abi and Maxine. Just as Walker and Jones are on the brink of getting their hands on the Red Widow and Serenity, they find their plans thwarted when Amanda Blayze jumps over the barricade, jumps onto the ramp and jumps onto both of their backs.

The Manhattan Center rumbles as Amanda gets the drop on Jones and Walker in the exact same fashion they did on her two weeks ago. Much in the same way she was blindsided backstage, she now blindsides the Apocalypse ringside.

Walker and Jones find themselves staggered and spun around into a series of right hands, chops and roundhouse kicks delivered by Amanda.

Amanda: For CRUZE!

Another roundhouse kick nails Aerik in the back of his thigh, before a knife edge chop slaps Marie across the sternum. Though Blayze has these two reeling she’s eventually shut down when ‘The Phoenix’ Marie manages to gouge Amanda right in the eye with a thumb. Blayze then turns into a back elbow to the cheek by Walker.

His fist retracts, about to deliver the Mangum Blitz before Maxine catches him by the crease of his elbow. She spins him around and the Red Widow begins to trade blows with the Silverwolf. Amanda and Marie now find themselves exchanging punches as well, the crowd swept into a frenzy at the sight of this fury.

And things are only going to get more frenzied, more furious, when Abigail takes advantage of the Good Movement’s distraction, racing down the ramp and sliding straight into the ring. Yes, Lindsey shows absolutely no scruples about getting into the ring with the entire Frost family.

Aiken: Deal with this….

Now Aiken is directing the two figures who carried the gas-cans to the ring, Executioner and Laymon. The two bolt straight towards Lindsey, but Jacob’s attack is effortlessly side swiped and his body is thrown through the ropes to the outside of the ring. There is no time for Abigail to delight in taking out Laymon, because Executioner immediately grabs her by the shoulder, swings her around and then heaves her into the air by her throat. The chokeslam seems to be on the cusp of connecting only to have Serenity slip out of the palm, slide her arm around the masked skull of the seven footer and drop him with a DDT.

As Abigail begins to her ascent she finds herself halted at a kneeling stance, eyes cutting towards the man who stands mere inches away.

Ba’al wears an expression of contempt at the sight of the woman who will challenge him for the World Championship at Reawakening Day.

Ba’al: I am afraid you have made a fatal error in judgment, child. For the only thing that requires saving, is yourself.

Lindsey lunges to her feet and prepares to put her hands around Ba’al’s throat only to find her wrist caught. Lindsey spins around and spots Tina Valentine standing on the apron. At last Valentine ditched her chair at ringside and has a firm clasp on Lindsey’s wrist. The other hand of Abigail is free though, swinging around into a punch that Tina ducks. Valentine drops to the mats, avoiding the punch, and even though she didn’t lay a finger on Abigail, the distraction she created is damaging enough.

The Violent Kind, the Suicide Queen, Franklin and Jaina jump all over Abigail, swarming her like a plague of locusts. She does not dispatch these four with the ease in which she took out the Pestilence members.

Tina: Didn’t I tell you I’d end what we started on NewAge?

Valentine sticks to the promise she made two weeks ago on Riot, leaving Lindsey to be destroyed as Tina makes her way to the backstage area. Try as she may to fight back, the odds are just took much for Abigail. She is felled to the canvas with Frost and Foxx dropping to their knees on opposite sides of her, delivering forearms and punches to the back of her skull and over her upper spine. Given the fact that Maxine and Amanda are too busy fighting the Good Movement at ringside, that means there is no one left to come to the aid of Lindsey.

Ba’al: You daft girl…

Ba’al drops to his knees much like Foxx and Frost, but not to deliver blows, instead it’s to deliver insults.

Ba’al: We knew you would attempt to thwart redemption of your former lover, as you have over the weeks prior. Though nothing you do, and no force in this realm or the next, can stop us from SAVING Katelyn. She is truly in her rightful place, and we will ensure that you end up in yours.

Desmond Drake, who sat back watching all of this with a smug grin on his face, takes a more active role in the proceedings. He retrieves an object from beneath the ring, carries it up the steps and into the squared circle….an object he hands over to Frost and Foxx…an object they begin to wrap around Abigail’s body.

The crowd expresses their alarm at the sight of Abigail seated on the canvas with her body wrapped and confined in a strait-jacket.

Ba’al: You should feel quite comfortable in this, no.

Ba’al pulls on the restrictive fabric pinning Abigail’s arms across her chest.

Ba’al: I think the time has come to cleanse you of the demons you speak of. Jaina…

The black veil pulls back from Jaina’s face so as to no longer hide the gleam in her eyes and the smile on her face. Her bladed ring lifts into the air, sharpening it with a file while approaching the kneeling Lindsey.

Foxx’s hand slips under Abigail’s chin and rears back on it, exposing her forehead to the mark that Jaina is about to cut into it.

Jaina: Pop goes the weasel.

The blade is just about to embed into Lindsey’s forehead while Ba’al cackles maniacally, extending his arms out to his sides in a mocking crucifix pose.

Ba’al: Purge her!

The mark of the beast begins to form across Abigail’s brow only to find the emblem only fractionally completed.

Katelyn: Stop this!!

Jaina’s blade is pulled from Abigail’s flesh.

Katelyn: This was never part of the bargain. You promised me that Abigail wouldn’t be hurt.

Ba’al: Katelyn-Katelyn-Katelyn….

Buehler turns her eyes from Jaina to the man kneeling beside the both of them.

Ba’al: You are still confused. Our arrangement was only that you would see your children again when you joined us, Abigail Lindsey never factored into this.

Katelyn: But…

Ba’al: But NOTHING…If you ever wish to be reunited with your children, step back and step back this instant.

Katelyn grabs her hair, on the cusp of ripping it out of her skull.

The Suicide Queen and the Violent Kind snatch up Abigail, forcing her up to her feet as she struggles to try and get free from the strait-jacket. Ba’al extends his hands towards the rafters as a crucifix begins to lower down and eventually finds its way into the squared circle.

Silas: Hold it right there, Casper.

For the first time in his life, Silas Mason receives a reaction that is not bitter and full of hate. The crowd actually has a mixed reaction for the manipulative, power hungry despot, who occupies the stage with grin on face and microphone in hand. His snide comments are directed at the Sinistry members constraining both Lindsey and Buehler.

Silas: Seems ole’ Silas is late to the party. But I think if yer gonna crash a funeral, ya got it do it when it makes the best impact.

The second his sentence ends, the real violence begins. Brittany Lohan, Kraven Wallace and Scott Cannon come bolting through the curtains, stepping around Silas and rushing down the ramp.

They charge past Amanda Blayze and Maxine Moore fighting with Aerik Walker and Marie Jones, they rush past the shocked faces of Paul Garrett and Samantha Hodgson, and hustle into the ring.

Kraven and Scott power their way right through Executioner and Laymon, knocking the Pestilence members to the mats and then climbing up to the apron. They are just about to enter the ring before the Suicide Queen and the Violent Kind jump all over the two. They deliver forearms and kicks on the pair before they can fully slip through the ropes. Hunter Locke jumps into the fray, the head of SIN’s security detail protecting his employers.

Lohan now steps through the ropes and delivers a bionic elbow to the top of Paradise’s skull, knocking the GM to the canvas. Just then Jaina rushes in and nails a chop block to the back of Brittany’s knee, causing her to crumble to the canvas.

Normally seeing his forces out gunned like this would bring a frown to Silas’ face, but not tonight. He smirk, lifts his fingers and snaps them, enticing newcomer Sienna Swann to the stage. She goes rushing right past Silas, barreling down the ramp and sliding into the ring. She jumps into the ring, does a head stand and kips up to her feet. She then swings around and nails the inbound jaw of Jaina with a roundhouse kick, employing her kick boxing skills.

Aiken no longer stands back playing spectator, rushing in behind Sienna and nailing her with a forearm to the upper back that has her staggering forward.

Once again Silas fails to lose his smile, lifting his hand into the air and snapping his fingers for a second time. Now Angelica Jones comes racing through the curtains and towards the ring. The building is collectively losing its mind at the sight of the legendary Jones barreling down the ramp, sliding into the ring and immediately tackling Aiken, driving him down to the canvas. She mounts his chest and throws forearms and punches across his face.

The insanity in the ring is eventually abandoned by Ba’al, who rolls to the outside of the ring with an object in hand, Abigail’s hair. He drags a still dazed Lindsey up the ramp and towards the backstage area. Katelyn is following right behind, PLEADING with Ba’al to let Lindsey go.

The moment Ba’al takes his leave of the ring, his family begins to follow. Aiken manages to squirm out from under Angelica, Rachel Foxx and Rachel Frost break away from Cannon and Kraven, and Paradise and Drake scurry out of harm’s way while Locke is pulling Jaina to the safety of the ringside area.

The only one who doesn’t escape the ring is Laymon, who slid into the squared circle at the exact time all those he came to aid were abandoning it. He immediately regrets coming to save the Sinistry. He turns to leave only to be caught by the shoulder, spun around and crushed with a straight right hand from Kraven.

The MMA style superman punch has Jacob’s eyes rolling to the back of his head, and his body twisting into the superkick delivered by Sienna. This shot knocks a very dazed Jacob around into the waiting arms of Angelica. The Golden Goddess shows remarkable strength by heaving Jacob into the air onto her shoulder and then dropping him from a dominator position into a DDT, successfully connecting with the Hell on Earth. Jacob’s head has no sooner bounced from the canvas and his body twists to his knees then Lohan steps in, hooks both of his arms and flips up into the Final Solution.

The back of Laymon’s head and neck take a nasty collision with the canvas and his body flips over to his knees. Just then Scott swoops in, takes him around the neck and deadlifts him clean from the canvas into the House Rules. The jackhammer drives Laymon into the canvas, leaving him twitching and convulsing.

Ba’al: If we can salvage anything from tonight, it will be your forced contrition. Come along child.

Ba’al insists, still holding a bundle of Abigail’s hair and using it to coerce her along behind him. Katelyn continues to beg and plead with him as the three step to the back, flanked by the Sinistry. All the while Silas is climbing up onto the apron and pointing towards the crucifix that had been lowered from the rafters to the ring.

Silas World picks up the former IWC General Manager who they have absolutely destroyed, dragging Jacob’s limp body towards the crucifix. Lohan straps down one of his wrists and Angelica ties down the other. The crucifix slowly rises into the air with Jacob stretched across it. The crowd watches in absolute disbelief as the crucifix ascends towards the heavens and now leaves Jacob suspended high above the ground, rendered lifeless.

Silas: Behold the power of Silas World!

Mason makes this statement while gesturing towards the incredible assemblage of talent in the ring and the man they’ve destroyed now hanging above it.

Ba’al: You will be purged one way or another.

Ba’al allows Franklin and Executioner to take over escorting the bound Abigail through the parking lot towards a limo. They near the very same vehicle that we have witnessed Susie Moore, Desmond Drake, Frankie Paradise, and so many others being tossed into in recent weeks. The very limo that escorted these staff members from the arena to an undisclosed location where their minds were tormented, twisted and ultimately forced into compliance with the Sinistry’s methodologies.

Katelyn: I’m begging you not to do this…

Ba’al: SILENCE!

Ba’al twists towards Katelyn, who is now restrained by Foxx and Frost.

Ba’al: She WILL be purged of sin, she will join the ranks of the enlightened.

They draw ever so much closer to the limo, on the cusp of throwing Abigail inside and employing God only knows what methods to brainwash her. The limo waits to whisk Lindsey away from the building but a semi-truck won’t let it get very far. A loud horn blares and smoke pours from the chrome exhaust pipes of the semi that comes barreling into the side of the limo, crushing it like it were made of nothing but wet toilet paper. The limo almost seems to dissolve as it is driven back by the massive grill of the semi and slammed into the concrete wall. The Sinistry members leap back, with Ba’al raising his arm over his eye to shield his sights from the flash of flames that shoots from the engine of the limo.

Ba’al: Was ist das?

The limo will provide no escape for the Sinistry or Katelyn Buehler this evening, the driver of the semi ensuring that. The door pops open and now Taylor Chase steps out from behind the wheel.

Taylor: Going somewhere.

Aiken: SEIZE HER!

Franklin and Executioner scramble forward to do just that when Chase leaps from the cab of the semi and dives into a crossbody that connects with both men, knocking all three of them to the concrete. Chase then rolls away to her feet and the second she stands up she catches the inbound Rachel Frost against her shoulders. She heaves Frost up and into the air, then throws her over into the True Story. Frost’s face cracks against the steel plate in Taylor’s knee, leaving her nearly as comatose as Chase’s husband, Cruze. The Violent Kind falls back and lands in the arms of her own spouse, Aiken, and the Suicide Queen.

Ba’al: GENUG!

Taylor rises with her knee ready to nail anything that approaches.

Ba’al: I could have my forces crush you, Taylor, but I would much prefer you be at your best when Katelyn forces you to join our ranks at Reawakening Day.

Taylor steps towards the Sinistry only to have Franklin grab her by the shoulder. The GM spins Chase around and then has a leaping knee strike nail him directly under the jaw. The stiff shot knocks Paradise on his back with Taylor landing on her feet beside him. She then spins around and finds herself distressed by the disappearance of Ba’al and his forces. In the time it took her to hit the TKO, somehow the Frost family has managed to vanish into the ether.

Taylor: BA’AL!

Her face is blood red and her veins are pulsating through her flesh.

Katelyn: Tay…

Although Katelyn is barely able to speak, she manages to get this one word out and says it loud enough to catch Taylor’s attention. Chase whips around and spots Buehler stooped over Abigail. Trying to undo the straps of the strait-jacket.

Katelyn: Help…

Chase does help…help herself. She rushes forward, grabs Katelyn by the throat and throws her back first against the door of the semi-truck.

Taylor: You should have run when you had the chance.

Katelyn: Do what you want to me, just make sure Abi is safe…

Katelyn’s eyes avert towards Abi even though Buehler is the one in the most distress at the moment, with Chase’s arm pressed to her carotid.

Taylor: I don’t give a SHIT about Abigail.

Katelyn: Fine, then just end me, Taylor, just end me before I can be used to hurt Abigail again.

The thought is beyond tempting.

Taylor: As you wish, Katelyn, as you wish.

Katelyn: Now, finish me here, finish me. Don’t let the Sinistry force me to make you a member of their group. I couldn’t live with myself if I let that happen. How could I look my girls in the eyes if they knew their mother did that?

Taylor: Awwww…Katelyn, you don’t have to worry about me becoming a member of the Sinistry, because you stand no chance of beating me at the pay-per-view. I will break your face with my knee, I will pin you, and I will become the number one contender for the World Championship.

Katelyn: If you don’t end me right here and right now, I’m sorry Taylor, but the Sinistry will make me cripple those ambitions and cripple your body. And that’s….a true story.

Taylor: Bitch, you’re not even going to make it to the pay-per-view.

FADE TO BLACK