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EARLIER TONIGHT
The parking lot is the source of the GOOD Movement’s arrival. An enormous bus careens to a stop with the word ‘GOOD’ vividly stenciled across the side panels. Even though the footage emanates from the outside parking, one can still hear the wails of the fans from this location so far from the ring.
The bus doors open with a futuristic, Star Trek inspired ‘woosh,’ allowing the GOOD Movement to make their exit. The voices of Gresyon Lovejoy and Sparkles. ESPECIALLY Sparkles, are hard pressed NOT to comment upon the arrival of this powerful and dominant stable.
Greyson: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to IWC Upping the Ante, and as you can see, the GOOD Movement arrived in style just before the show…
Sparkles: Style? Naaaah, their bus is straight up PIMPIN! And ya know, pimpin ain’t easy.
Greyson: Don’t even go all Godfather-Shango-Kama-Mustafa -Wright on us, and let’s focus on the magnanimous arrival of the GOOD Movement, who have a HUGE night ahead of them here in Las Vegas.
The group is led from the bus by Alana Starr, X-Class Title around her shoulder, and Marie Jones, with Samantha Hodgson hovering around her.
Greyson: Marie Jones and Alana Starr have two huge matches coming up this evening, Jones involved in an I Quit match and Starr defending her X-Class Title.
Sparkles: God I hope someone has a drool bib handy if we’re going to see Jones and Starr fight tonight.
Greyson: And their associates have equally as big matches on tap…
Kordy is the next to emerge from the bus with Polly Norah at her side.
Sparkles: It’s Kordy…it’s Kordy…OHHHH YEAH!
Greyson: Kordy has a daunting task ahead of herself as well, fighting for the Evolution Championship against Andre Jordan, determined to make the champion tap out here tonight.
Ethan Von Aaron and Total War are the last to exit the bus, the tag team engaged in conversation with their agent.
Sparkles: My main man Ethan representin’ here in Vegas.
Greyson: Von Aaron and Sophie O’Brian of the Total War set to engage Taylor Chase, Abigail Lindsey and Katelyn Buehler in a six person tag tonight that has all kinds of ramifications.
The screen splits down the middle, the GOOD Movement’s arrival in the outside parking lot being compressed to the left to accommodate the scene playing out on the right. We witness the Sinistry’s Rolls Royce pulling into the loading bay area. The doors pop open almost instantly with the SIN Champion, Ba’al, exiting the backseat with his wife, Rachel Foxx joined at his hip, sporting her husband’s title upon her shoulder.
Greyson: The Sinistry ALSO arrived in fitting form tonight.
Sparkles: That Rolls Royce would be so much classier with hydraulics.
Greyson: Ba’al, with the title in hand, he’ll be facing Shaun Cruze this evening in a Weapon’s Match, and good lord, you had better believe it’s not going to be a pretty encounter.
Speaking of sights not easy on the eyes, we see Aiken Frost emerging from the car as well, hand wrapped in a chain that leads along to the collar around his wife’s neck. Aiken tugs on the chain and pulls the Violent Kind, Rachel Frost, out of the car.
Greyson: Aiken and his wife Rachel, have a tough road ahead of them this evening, Aiken set to collide with Aaron Harrison in a match that has gotten BEYOND personal.
Sparkles: And Rachel, she teams with Ethan Von Aaron, they’re going to be part of that unstoppable Sinistry, GOOD Movement alliance dead-set on defeating team Tay-Tay.
Now the screen is split three ways. The footage showing the arrivals of the GOOD Movement, and the Sinistry, are further condensed to the top of the screen while across the bottom of it we see a Cadillac Escalade rolling to a stop in the enclosed parking lot. The doors open and the Cartel emerges. Alex Clayton, Nate Barrow and Zak Norton step around to the backdoors of the SUV, popping it open so that Kloe Masters can emerge.
Sparkles: And Kloe Masters obviously in the house, the majority owner here to weigh in on all these highly publicized matches….
Greyson; But it doesn’t look like she’s arriving alone, look who’s with her.
Indeed, Kloe shared a ride to the MGM Grand with the brother of her ex-husband. Shaun Cruze exits the SUV and receives quite the ovation when stepping up to the Cartel and Masters.
Sparkles: Hairy Cruze is in the hizzy.
Greyson: Shaun Cruze set to battle Ba’al under Weapon’s Match rules WITH the Cartel now in his corner to help sure up the odds against Ba’al’s Sinistry.
The screen is becoming as crammed as the opening credits to the Brady Bunch. ANOTHER arrival forces the feed to cut into FOUR quadrants. In the bottom right corner we now see a limo slowing to a stop right in front of the back entrance to the MGM Grand. The doors inch open with the passengers revealed as members of Silas World. Angelic Jones, Sienna Swann, Lenore-Price Mason and Brittany Lohan all come funnelin out. Scott Cannon is the next to exit, adjusting his tailored suit in the process.
Sparkles: There they be, Silas Mason and his BABIES!
Greyson: Silas World has quite the task ahead of themselves too, with Scott Cannon scheduled to face off against Amanda Blayze in what promises to be a grueling encounter.
Sparkles: And big shouldered Brittany about to face William Mason….
Greyson: And then there was Tay…Taylor Chase.
Sparkles: Saving the best for last.
Silas Mason is not the best, and he damn sure will not be the last. He exits the limo, reaches back and has his hand swatted aside by Taylor Chase. She is totally unreceptive to his attempts at chivalry. The crowd goes mad at the sight of the woman who held the World Title for much of 2013-2014.
Greyson: Taylor Chase will lead a three person team against the Sinistry and GOOD Movement army, but can she trust her partners this evening in that match?
Sparkles: Lots and lots and lots of questions to concern ourselves with….it’s gonna be one of those nights.
Greyson: Indeed Sparkles, indeed.
The pre-recorded arrivals of the GOOD Movement, the Sinistry, the Cartel,, and Silas World continue to play out across all four miniature screens as they line up to board the roller coaster that will be Upping the Ante.
IN-RING
Fireworks shoot from everywhere, rafters, stage, Cartel-tron, every conceivable space, getting the crowd properly riled. They are enthused not only by the pyrotechnics, but by the elaborate set up for the entry way, the tunnel placed between a number of giant playing cards which house LCD screens featuring numerous IWC competitors dressed up in regal attire. William Mason wears a crown and sports a scepter, assuming the role of the King of Diamonds. Marie Jones is graced with a regal gown and diamond tiara as she masquerades herself as the Queen of Spades. Lukas Montgomery appears on one of these giant playing cards twirling a fake Guy Fawkes mustache, trying to appear more like the Jack of Clubs.
But enough about playing cards and those who have been selected from the roster to assume the roles of royalty displayed upon them. We cut to the ring announcer, Thomas Boll, who stands in the center of the ring, microphone at the ready.
Thomas: Lady and gentlefolk…
Boll begins with his hodgepodge of broken English and Croation.
Thomas: The opening match to Upping the Ante 2014 be….
Amanda: SILAS MASON!!
The reception to Amanda Blayze is just as overwhelming as her emotions. The Las Vegas crowd is quite expressive at the sight of Amanda storming through the curtains, stomping to the stage and overlooking the sea of screaming spectators. Obviously Blayze has a reason for her piercing gaze, her deep-labored breaths, and her tense Christian Bale ‘Batman’ esque voice. Her feet carry her to the ring, up the steps and eventually through the ropes, sending the ring announcer back peddling out of fear for his life.
Amanda: SILAS, you little weasel…I know your here, so don’t even bother trying to hide behind the skirts of your baby dolls, get out here, get in this ring with me, and let’s have ourselves a little talk.
Blayze is usually one of few words and more a woman of actions, brutal and vicious actions. She’d much rather be skewering someone with her hands and her feet rather than with her words.
Amanda: You know what this is about Silas. You know what you had your goons do to me. You know I almost DIED two weeks ago because of what you, and your ‘clients’ did to me…
The commentators cannot help but to…well….COMMENT on Amanda’s tirade. Naturally it’s Sparkles, the puppet, who speaks out and speaks loud, his ventriloquist, Greyson, unable to stop his creation from chiming in.
Sparkles: What’s got such a bug up Amanda’s ass? I mean, I know something else I’d like to put up Amanda’s as…
Greyson: Really Sparkles, already?
Sparkles: Surprised I held out this long.
Greyson: Amanda’s anger towards Silas World has been pretty transparent these past few months, but there are rumors circulating that there was some kind of incident between Amanda Blayze and Silas World that kept her from being present two weeks on Riot.
Sparkles: Well she’s here tonight, and my penis couldn’t be any happier.
Greyson: Yeah, and her outrage towards Silas World seems to be adding legitimacy to these rumors.
Amanda: SILAS….
Blayze continues to pace and verbally direct her hatred at the manipulative agent who has been so instrumental in making her life miserable.
Amanda: I don’t think your hearing me correctly. I said this show isn’t starting until you come to this ring and face up for what you had done to me. And you know damned well what is I’m talking abou…..
Silas: That’s riiiiight, that’s riiiiight….
The curtains open and the Stetson sporting Silas Mason emerges, Scott Cannon behind one of his shoulders and Sienna Swann standing behind the other.
Silas: Silas knows precisely what yer talkin about, and soon the whole world is goin’ to know what yer talkin about too. Cause ole Silas, he isn’t about to let sleeping dogs lie, I believe in disclosure. I don’t endorse secrets…
Amanda; What makes you think I’m interesting in hearing you speak, Silas? All I want to hear, is you SCREAM!
Silas: Why me? Why lash out at Silas? Ya have only yerself to blame for what happened two weeks ago. See, the honest to God truth is, Silas World, namely my precious Baby Face, tried to give ya the benefit of the doubt. She tried not to buy into all these wild rumors goin’ round backstage about yer lecherous life style, and yer perverse ways. That’s why she invited ya out, tried to get to know ya better, but what she found out in the time ya two spent together, is that all those rumors, all that gossip was TRUE! You are nothin’ more than a home wrecking whore…
That’s it….
That was Amanda’s breaking point…
That was the final straw that sent Amanda storming towards the ropes, sliding through them and stomping up the ramp….
That was the last insult Silas would ever make about her before having his throat crushed….
Silas: Now ya hold on right there.
Amanda wasn’t about to respond to Silas’ verbal orders, but does react to the visual threat provided by the two security guards emerging from the curtains behind him. Blayze stops and glares at the guards, who instinctively have their hands drawn to the hilts of their tasers.
Silas: I’m not through yet letting the whole world know the truth bout ya. Because while Baby Face found out ya were nothin but a nickel whore, Fly-Boy here, he found out something far worse about about ya.
Mason puts a palm on Scott’s shoulder.
Silas: What ya don’t want the world to know is precisely what Fly-Boy here is about to reveal.
Silas’ microphone is entrusted in Scott’s care.
Scott: Amanda, I hate to be the one who does this, but frankly, it sickens me to hear you come out here and masquerade yourself as some type of hero week in and week out, while labeling Silas World as manipulators and back stabbers. The record needs to be set straight, and the world needs to know what type of person you actually are Amanda, before they buy into anymore of your deceit. I won’t let these parents put their kids in anymore Amanda Blayze merchandize, unaware that their lining the pockets of not only a slut, but a drug addict.
Amanda eyes narrow, watching every beat of the veins in Scott’s throat
Scott: Two weeks ago you ditched Sienna. The two of you were supposed to be out having drinks and having a good time, but then all of a sudden, you just vanished. Poof, you were gone. So after Sienna placed a frantic phone call to me, expressing how terrified she was at the prospect that something horrible had happened to you, I started calling around, and it just so happens one of my calls struck oil. I found out what happened to you two weeks ago, Amanda, and truly, you should be absolutely ASHAMED of yourself.
Even the presence of security guards will no longer keep Amanda form marching up the ramp to get her hands on Silas World and shut Scott’s mouth.
Scott: I shouldn’t be the one to do this, but since you obviously lack the courage to be honest with these fans, then you force my hand. The reason you disappeared on Sienna two weeks ago, was because you were being treated in a hospital for a near fatal drug overdose.
Blayze stops, chews her inner lip and twists her face into a snarl of rage.
Scott: Haven’t these poor fans been forced to endure enough of their so called ‘heroes’ dying prematurely from substance abuse? You really wanted to be the next person to kill yourself with narcotics like Phillip Seymour Hoffman and Heath Ledger? You almost took your own life Amanda….when will it end? Look at you, your eyes are puffy right now? Wasn’t almost dying a wake up call for you?
Amanda: Bull Scott….
Blayze lifts a microphone instead of her fists.
Amanda: I have never, nor will I ever, put a drug in my body. So you can kill that noise right now….
Scott: I’m lying am I? Well then, why don’t YOU tell these people where you were two weeks ago?
Amanda: Okay, I WAS in the hospital.
Scott: For what?
Amanda: Because I DID ingest a lethal amount of drugs.
Scott: So how am I talking ‘BULL?’
Amanda: Because I didn’t willingly ingest said drugs…Someone…
Scott: Come on Amanda, accept responsibility for what you are and stop deflecting.blame on others. It’s time you’re held accountable for those you’ve hurt with your addiction. That’s why security is here.
Cannon gestured to the two members of the security staff standing behind him.
Scott: They’re going to take you backstage and administer a drug test to ensure that you are not working tonight’s show while under the influence.
The boos are so loud Helen Keller would even hear them.
Scott: We’re not about to let you transform this federation into nothing but a crack parlor. You’re not going to continue abusing yourself and abusing the trust of these fans who thought they could idolize you….Honestly now, it’s time to clean up your act…
Every inch of Amanda’s body trembles with anger, and now it’s about to burst with rage like a boiler that Jack Torrance forgot to let the steam out of.
Silas: I’m not gonna let my client wrassle someone high as a fuckin’ kite. Security, take that lil lady on to the back and give her a proper examination before she even dare thinks about steppin’ into the ring with Fly Boy here tonight.
Security just begins to step forward and surround Amanda before she busts right through them, rushes straight up the ramp and drives her shoulder directly into Silas’ ribs.
Sparkles: OOOOH SNAP!
Greyson: Amanda Blayze SPEARING Silas Mason to the floor!
Sparkles: Bitch must be on the rag.
Punches galore rain down on a shocked Silas’ face, delivered by a woman who justly deserves her vengeance. Before either Sienna or Scott can swoop in and save Mason, they find the necessity for their intervention rendered obsolete thanks to the quick reflexes of security. Both men grab hold of Amanda’s arms, forcing them away from Silas’ face. Eventually the wrathful Blayze is pulled up to her feet and dragged kicking and flailing to the backstage area. All the while Silas sits up on the stage, pressing fingers to his bloated lip.
Greyson: Shocking. Absolutely shocking start to tonight’s pay-per-view.
Sparkles: Amanda all over Silas…
Greyson: And for good reason. We just found out that if Blayze wants Scott Cannon one on one tonight, she has to pass a drug test.
Sparkles: I hope whatever she was in the hospital for two weeks ago is out of her system now.
Greyson: I smell something fishy.
Sparkles: My breath?
Greyson: No, I mean I have the feeling that some kind of scheme is in the works by Silas World.
Whatever scheme Silas had mapped out, certainly didn’t involve him receiving a fat lip. He recovers from both it and the spear to his ribs as he’s aided to his feet by both Scott and Sienna. The three work their way towards the backstage area while cameras cut back to a speechless Thomas Boll in the center of the ring. And it’s really not good that Thomas would be rendered silent, considering his profession calls for him to be verbose.
Thomas: I will try this again…
With a deep breath Thomas attempts to introduce the opening match for a second time.
Thomas: The following is an I Quit match….
As if the crowd didn’t have enough provocation to be thoroughly amped…NOW their getting the culmination to one of the most intense feuds in the IWC to start off what already promises to be the most chaotic night in the federation’s history.
MARIE JONES VS. VANILLA SKYY
A spotlight shines down at the top of the entrance ramp. Pyro goes off. Then Marie Annabelle Jones steps through the curtain, wearing her ring gear and her signature black leather jacket. A broad, somewhat condescending grin is on her face as she gaze out at the fans in the arena who boo loudly despite the fact that she is waving at them in almost a regal manner. Samantha Hodgson steps into the scene next behind Marie. Hodgson is wearing a pencil skirt and suit combo, looking very professional and smiling coldly as she politely applauds her client. The Tron shows images of her striking at her opponents with her finishing and signature moves as the lyrics of “Haunted” by Taylor Swift begin to flow through the arena. If the mannerisms and gesticulations of Jones and Hodgson are not enough to anatognize the crowd, then how about we throw in the briefcase that Marie used to bash Danny Darko’s skull in. The case, dented and mangled, is raised above Jones’ head to a thunderclap of hate.
“Come on, come on don’t leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Something’s gone terribly wrong, your all I wanted
Come on, come on don’t leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Can’t breathe whenever you’re gone
Can’t turn back now, I’m haunted”
Marie begins to make her way down towards the ring to loud booing from the fans. Along the way Samantha Hodgson and goes to some fans, some who are booing her she hands them the new “Phoenix Fan” t-shirt and to those with derogatory signs insulting Marie Samantha takes them away and gives them new signs that read “Greatest Jones Ever” and “Marie Is The Best”.
As for Marie herself, she pays little to no attention to the reaction she is receiving from this hostile crowd. Her focus is solely on the ring and the determined stride with which she walks tells that story. The symbolic briefcase, the one that inflicted a serious concussion on Darko continues to sway at her side.
“Stood there and watched you walk away
From everything we had
But I still mean every word I say to you
He will try to take away my pain
And he just might make me smile
But the whole time I’m wishin he was you instead”
Marie hops up onto the ring apron. She strikes a sultry and sexy pose for the audience. She then smirks, shakes her head smugly muttering ‘in your dreams’ before stepping into the ring. She then hops up onto the second turnbuckle of the nearby corner and holds her arms up high into the air, getting a reaction from the crowd, and not a good one seeing as her preening allows her a chance to show off the briefcase. Samantha Hodgson takes her place at ringside and applauds for her client.
“Oh, oh, holding my breath, won’t see you again
Something keeps me holding on to nothing”
Sparkles: Big fight atmosphere here tonight. Bigger than when Ron Jeremy’s penis took on Jenna Jameson’s…
Greyson: SSOOOO not going to let you finish that sentence…but the first half of it was actually pretty damned accurate. This IS a big match we’re about to witness to start off Upping the Ante. The hate between these two ladies has been building ever since way back to the night after Extreme Fury, and FINALLY it culminates to this FINAL BATTLE between Vanilla Skyy and Marie Jones under I Quit Rules.
Jones remains centered in the ring and centered in mind, preparing herself for the unenviable task she is about to face. All the while her agent is holding up the briefcase that inflicted a severe concussion on Danny Darko.
Greyson: You can tell by that look in Marie’s face that she knows…she knows that she’s in store for the mother of all challenges. It was back at Reawakening Day that Marie managed to defeat Skyy in a rather convoluted handicap match.
Sparkles: But now these two are facing each other one on one, as straight as my penis after watching Phoebe Cates climbing in slow mo out of a pool.
Greyson: Do you realize we’ve only been on the air for ten minutes and you’ve already referenced your penis about thirty times?
Sparkles: Really? I must be slacking.
Greyson: Well there’s going to be no slacking off from…
Sparkles: Say that again…
Greyson: I said SLACKING off.
Sparkles: Oh.
Greyson: Anyways, there’s going to be no slacking off from either Jones or Skyy tonight, in their minds, this match demonstrates who the best wrestler in the universe is. Of course they’ll have to prove it by making their opponent tap out. And I’m sure that briefcase in Samantha’s hands is only intensifying the heat in this match, considering it was the very case Jones used to give Darko a concussion.
Marie continues to show uncanny focus as she stares up the ramp in anticipation of her adversary’s arrival. Said anticipation culminates with….
The sounds of a blizzard can be heard…..
The arena goes dark with only one white spotlight at the entrance way……
It begins to snow inside as the fans look up……
The drum beats begin to play…
Suddenly the screen comes on with a woman holding her hair and screaming, the screen changes to many vantage points….
As “U & UR Hand” by Pink blasts through the arena, Vanilla Skyy comes out from behind the curtain. She looks around the arena as she slowly walks to the ring with Adam Chase and her husband, Danny Darko, who is wearing the stolen Pure Title around his waist, step to the stage behind her.
Greyson: The Bitch from Barrow and the Phoenix finally set to collide. Months worth of beat downs, physical and verbal, coming to a culmination under I Quit Rules.
Sparkles: Think Skyy’s still a little pissed about the injuries to her husband?
Greyson: Injuries that Marie Jones inflicted. Although Danny Darko IS here tonight, joining Adam Chase to support Skyy, Danny’s wrestling career has been seriously compromised by the savage assault Jones inflicted upon him with the use of that briefcase.
To the shock of everyone, even Darko and Chase, Skyy stops on the ramp, turns to her back up and instructs them to walk backstage
Greyson: Look at this, Skyy showing a lot of fortitude, she doesn’t want Darko or her agent at ringside, she wants Marie straight up, one on one.
Sparkles: But Marie has Hodgson at ringside. Believe me, I would know, I always keep track of that ass.
Greyson; Yes, Sparkles, you haven’t taken your eyes off of Hodgson since she came out here.
Sparkles: The bar is about to be set pretty friggin high right now….right from the get-go.
Referee Alex Ingelson is back from injuries inflicted by Aerik Walker, and back just in time to officiate the end to this hotly contested rivalry. The bell chimes with Jones stepping forth right into Skyy’s face. The two are literally grinding nose tips they are so close to one another’s faces before some distance is put between the two. Marie audaciously puts her palm to Skyy’s face and pushes her back.
Greyson: Oooooh…
Sparkles: Probably not the way you want to start this match Jones.
That much becomes pretty clear when Jones finds herself the recipient of a knife edge chop straight across the forehead. The crowd cringes and Hodgson turns in disgust from the ring at the sight of the chop blistering her client’s forehead. Jones goes spiraling across the ring and falling against the ropes with Skyy following her in and delivering rapid fire punches across her adversary’s cheek and temple. She finally takes Jones by the wrist and leads her away from the ropes into a powerful short arm clothesline.
The Phoenix falls before trying to rise back from the ashes, only to receive another knife edge chop, this one more devastating than the last. The strike knocks Jones to the canvas once more, rolling back to her knees and then finding her face on the receiving end of a THIRD chop. Well, at least it would have been chopped if it hadn’t been for Jones’ thumb launching directly to Skyy’s eye.
Vanilla twists away from Marie, who then grabs her adversary by the back of the head, charges Skyy across the ring and then sends her spiraling through the ropes to the outside of the ring. Vanilla twists to the mats, and tries to stand up only to find her progress halted by Marie’s mad dash across the canvas, culminating into a dive through the ropes. She gets about half way through the cables before finding her face smashed with ANOTHER knife edge chop.
The incredibly stiff strike across the brow sends Jones falling back through the ropes while the crowd rises from their seats, applauding the shot. Marie rolls completely over to her elbows and knees while Skyy slides into the ring in front of her opponent and cuts the distance between them with the White Out. She leaps into the pump kick on the rising Jones, only to have Marie suddenly descend, dropping beneath the boot that goes flying over her skull. Jones then grabs Skyy around the back of the head, using the momentum of Vanilla’s missed pump kick to push her along into the ropes then throw her through them to the outside mats.
Vanilla crashes across the thin padding but quickly works her way up to her feet only to be taken down when Marie dives through the cables and successfully connects with a headbutt.
Greyson:Jones FINALLY using her head.
Sparkles: For the looks of those lips, Marie probably gives pretty good hea…
Greyson: How many times must you be warned, Sparkles? Seriously?
There was NO warning that could have saved Skyy from taking that nasty collision from the top of Marie’s head. But what follows next will probably even NASTIER, all capital letters necessary. Marie leads Vanilla up to her feet by the hair and then charges her towards the barricade, about to throw her over and onto the concrete. Skyy DOES go flying over, but she isn’t flipped to the concrete, no, she leaps to the concrete. Skyy jumps over the barricade and lands in the crowd, employing some of the fans to get her balance. She then spins around, rushes at the barricade she just cleared and leaps over it again, this time returning to the arms of a waiting Jones.
A diving forearm smash is intended, but what Skyy gets instead is not what she was anticipating or hoping for. Jones CATCHES Skyy flying in and then employs her immense strength to heave Vanilla into the air before twisting her into the scoop slam across the barricade.
Greyson: Significant strain placed on the back.
Sparkles: Which you know is a set up for a future submission.
No, it wasn’t a set up for a submission, it was a set up for ANOTHER slam into the barricade. Jones steps over the barrier, pulls Skyy up to her fee then heaves her into a back drop suplex across the top of the barricade. Vanilla groans in agony and for damn good reason. Although she moans it remains to be seen rather another sound will emanate from her, the words ‘I Quit.’
Referee Fitzpatrick is on hand to find out if she will speak these words that would end this match. He steps overt he barrier into the crowd and holds a microphone in front of Vanilla’s lips.
Fitzpatrick: Do you quit?
Vanilla: Fuck yourself.
Fitzpatrick takes that as a ‘no.’ Marie lashes out as a result, pulling Skyy up to her feet, wedging a shoulder to her spine and then heaving her into ANOTHER back drop suplex right on top of the barricade. Skyy bemoans her anguish and goes flipping over the barrier to the outside mats. She clutches at her kidneys while rolling towards the ring, grabbing the tarp hanging from the apron. She is just about to stand up before Skyy finds her wrist caught and her body being whipped right along into the steel steps. Vanilla’s body smashes into the stairs and her body goes limp as a noodle, dropping across the mats
Fitzpatrick: Do you quit?
Once again the microphone finds itself inches removed from Skyy’s face.
Greyson: Both of these ladies making use of another interesting aspect of this match. As you can see a submission can take pace ANYWHERE in the building, and there are no count outs nor disqualifications in this type of encounter.
Sparkles: Thank you very much Captain Exposition.
Skyy: Get bent.
Vanilla STILL protests quitting the match, grabbing at the steel steps and forcing her body up to her feet. That’s when she’s taken by the wrist, dragged away from the steps and then whipped directly into them once again. Vanilla turns and slams kidneys first off of the stairs, collapsing to her stomach. Marie then steps in, takes her by the wrist, leads her along to her feet and Irish whips her a THIRD time into the steel steps. However, Jones doesn’t stop there, dragging the Bitch from Barrow to her feet and throwing her FOURTH time into the stairs.
Fitzpatrick: Do you submit?
The referee stoops over the seated Skyy, who leans with a potentially fractured back against the steps.
Vanilla: NO!
The moment Skyy makes her decree, the Phoenix is on her like Bill Cosby on a pudding pop. With Hodgson screaming her client’s praises, Marie forces Skyy up to her feet and deposits her in the ring. Once inside Skyy is forced up to her feet and hit with a scoop slam across the canvas.
Vanilla reaches for her spine and Marie reaches for Vanilla’s neck. Jones pulls her to her feet and hits a SECOND scoop slam across the canvas. Skyy sits up and arches her spine, grimacing from the pain. Marie feels said pain isn’t sufficient enough, forcing Skyy up to her feet and into a THIRD scoop slam. The official steps in, microphone at the ready.
Skyy: Get that thing out of my face!
Jones forces her up to her feet and into the air with a FIFTH scoop slam targeting the back.
Fitzpatrick: Do you quit?
Skyy: NO GOD DAMMIT.
The Phoenix does not react to this news very kindly, forcing Skyy up to her feet and into a SIXTH scoop slam targeting the spine.
Fitzpatrick: Do you qui….?
Skyy: NOOO.
The Phoenix reacts as poorly as she did a moment ago. She scoops Skyy up and delivers a SEVENTH…no…Jones counters into the small package cradle. She drags Jones down into the pin, only to immediately release her. As a result Marie goes rolling right along to here feet and turning quickly into the WHITE OUT!
The crowd erupts at the sight of the bicycle kick crushing Jones’ face and sending her corkscrewing through the air.
Sparkles: Poor Marie, I hope no damage has been done to those luscious lips.
Greyson: Jones’ face demolished with the White Out. And that would normally pick up an easy 1-2-3 for Skyy, but is it enough to force Jones to say I quit?
Skyy rests on her knees, still feeling the wear and tear of this match across her spine, while Marie grips at her face, feeling for any particular fractures. Before the official can step in and ask if she ‘quits’, Marie finds her body pounced upon with punch after punch by the Bitch from Barrow. Vanilla nails one punch for every whip into the steps, one punch for every scoop slam across the canvas, and one punch for every blow Jones nailed with the briefcase. Marie is then forced along to her knee and finds her arm trapped in a Kimura Lock. The Phoenix’s arm is forced along behind her back and bent at an awkward angle that has Jones grimacing but not yet submitting.
Fitzpatrick: Do you give up?
Marie: NEVER.
Skyy alters her strategy when the submission fails to yield the results she was after. She forces the Phoenix up to her feet by the arm bent behind her back and then swings along to her side, pushing Marie along towards the limb trapped at a right angle and then throws her through the ropes. Marie’s shoulder collides with the turnbuckle post, causing her to groan loudly. Her arm finds itself wrapped around the post it was just crushed by, while Skyy slides through the ropes to the apron beside her. She then bolts across the apron and delivers a leaping knee right into Jones’ bicep, crushing it against the turnbuckle
Marie wants so badly to pull the arm back and cradle her wounded limb, but Vanilla keeps Jones’ bicep pressed to the turnbuckle post. She now delivers kick after kick directly to the arm, crushing it between boot and steel post. Jones unleashes guttural groans, but resists the urge to say anything else.
Skyy drops to the mats, extends Marie’s arm out by the wrist and swings her shoulder into the turnbuckle post.
Ftizpatrick: Do you quit?
Marie: N-n-nooo.
From her base on the mats, Skyy reaches up and stretches out Jones’ arm, swinging it once more into the turnbuckle. Marie drops to her knees, leaning forward into the middle turnbuckle pad and clasping at her wounded arm. Vanilla climbs up onto the apron, takes Marie’s arm and wraps it around the middle rope, applying a version of the Kimura Lock around the ropes!
Greyson: Kimura lock in the ROPES!
Sparkles: These ladies really bending the rules. Though I would prefer to see them bending over period.
Greyson: That’s just the thing though, Sparkles. There are NO rules to bend. Only way way this match ends, with Jones or Skyy saying the words ‘I Quit.;
The submission is breaking Jones down quicker than a snowman in the heat of summer. The Phoenix melts into the ropes while Skyy puts such pressure on the arm and now throws her legs around Marie’s waist. Skyy leans back over the apron, applying as much strain on the arm as she possibly can on her opponent tangled in the ropes.
Fitzpatrick: Do you quit?
Jones: I-I-I-noooo.
Marie proves just as stubborn as Skyy, neither lady wanting to give their rival the victory in this feud concluding match. So what is Jones to do? STOP AND DROP.
Marie falls back into the ring, pulling Skyy from the apron throat first into the top rope. Skyy gasps for air as she collapses to her side across the apron. The submission has been broken and so to has Skyy’s larynx. She slowly works her way up and towards her feet when Marie comes rushing in drives her forearm into the side of Skyy’s head, knocking her off the apron and sending her twisting into the announce table. Vanilla’s face ricochets violently from the table and her body goes twisting lifelessly into the mats.
Sparkles: Right off our table!
Greyson: Skyy crashing into the surface of our table right out here in front of us.
Sparkles: Must we always be so close to the action?
After taking a collision with the table Skyy finds her skull splitting in agony and on the cusp of being subjected to such greater agony. She is rolled along to her feet, taken around the waist and hit with a release overhead belly to bellly suplex right across the very thin, almost non-existent, protective ringside matting. Skyy rolls along to her knees, trying to stand up when Marie takes her by the hair and drags her towards the ring, depositing her inside. Skyy rolls to the center of the ring with Jones stepping in and stepping over her head. Both of Vanilla’s arms are hooked, Marie on the cusp of delivering the Hot Shot. The pedigree is moments from connecting only to have Skyy resist being dumped right across her skull. She begins to fight, forcefully prying her arm out of Marie’s, and then swinging around with her body, turning to face Jones while taking her by wrist and yanking her into a short arm clothesline. But as Marie is pulled forward, she stoops, reaching out and taking the creases of Skyy’s legs.
Vanilla drops to her back and finds her body twisted to her stomach where she is subjected to the Angel’s Arch. The liontamer is locked in and leaving Vanilla screeching at the top of her lungs but never producing the two sounds that matter most, the words “I Quit.”
Vanilla wedges her elbows to the canvas and glares at the ropes, which seem so far away, yet still, with every bit of her will power, she pulls herself into the cables. She reaches out, wraps her hand around the bottom cable and waits to hear the referee intervene. Fitzpatrick doesn’t. Why? Because he has no standing to. There are no disqualifications in a match of this design, which means there can be no rope breaks.
Greyson: Skyy got to the ropes…
Sparkles: But it don’t mean shit.
Greyson: That’s right, no rope breaks in a match where the only way to win is by…
Sparkles: Yes-yes, where the only way to win is by making your opponent ‘quit’….we get it already.
In spite of reaching the ropes, no salvation is provided. So Vanilla will have to find another means of escaping the Angel’s Arch. She twists over to her side, forcing Marie to spin around to face her opponent as she tries to hold onto the legs. Skyy then bends her knees, pulling Marie in close before ultimately kicking her off. The Phoenix flies back, hits the canvas and rolls over to her elbows and knees. Meanwhile Skyy is rolling under the ropes to the apron and now trying to get up.
Skyy finally achieves an upright base before being taken right back down with the front dropkick that nails her to the shoulder. Vanilla is sent flying off the apron, twisting around and crashing right into the barricade.
Greyson: Now Skyy launched into the barricade.
Sparkles: Jones launching Skyy all over the arena.
On instinct and instinct alone Skyy crawls back towards the ring mere seconds after bouncing so viciously off of the barricade.Skyy finds the motivation to pull herself up onto the apron. Marie doesn’t let her get any further, stepping in and reaching over the ropes, grabbing Skyy around the neck. She now heaves Vanilla into the air in order to vertical suplex her back into the ring. However, Skyy transitions in mid-air, floating over and landing behind Marie.
Jones turns around and finds her arm being grabbed, Skyy attempting the Kimura lock. However, Marie drops back, sending Skyy flipping over her and twisting through the ropes behind the Phoenix’s spine.
Skyy begins to stand up on the apron before Marie comes charging in with the intent of knocking Vanilla to the ringside area for a third time. However, Skyy avoids being launched into another object at ringside by dropping to her seat and baseball sliding under the ropes as well as through Marie’s legs. She then stands up and twists around, only to get to her knees when Skyy finds her arms hooked and her body being driven face first into the canvas with the Hot Shot.
Greyson: Marie hits the pedigree, but once again she has to earn a submission, not a KO, not a pin.
Sparkles: Captain Exposition strikes again.
Greyson: Come on, I’m just explaining the damned rule is all.
Fatigue is obviously setting in on Jones, given the hard hitting nature of this match. Yet Vanilla seems to be in far worse shape, the pedigree leaving her concussed it seems. Though the crowd is slapping the barricade all Skyy can hear is Fizpatrick asking the million dollar question.
Fitzpatrick: Do you quit?
Skyy: Nuh-nuh-noooo.
Amazingly Skyy is getting to her elbows and knees, and that’s as far as she’s going to get before finding her kidneys crushed with the Divine Impact. The Phoenix crushes Skyy’s spine, an area of her body that has been worked over several times throughout this match.
Given the extent of the damage inflicted on Skyy’s body, referee Fitzpatrick believes it prudent to ask once the obligatory inquiry once more.
Fitzpatrick: Do you give?
Skyy: HELL NO!
Upin hearing this statement from her opponent, Marie makes a snap decision..one that will SNAP Skyy’s back. Jones rushes into the ropes beside her adversary, springs off the middle cable and flips back into another lionsault. But she doesn’t come down into the back of her opponent, no, she comes down into her knees. Vanilla rolls to her back, getting hte knees up and into her adversary’s ribs. However, it’s Jones’ arms that land across the elevated knees instead. Marie somehow lands on her feet, catches the creases of Skyy’s knees and now tries to transition into the Angel’s Arch.
Greyson: Marie going for that same Angel’s Arch that ALMOST cost Skyy to quit earlier in this match. If Jones gets it locked in again, I don’t think Skyy will be able to get out of it.
Vanilla fights to avoid the hold and Marie fights to get it locked in. This battle of wills continues until Skyy twists to her side, picking Jones up off of her feet and sending her flipping over. Jones crashes into the canvas, rolling over back to an upright base and then charging into the cables. She ricochets off and comes back in at Skyy, only to charge not into Vanilla’s body but her shin. Skyy springs off the middle rope in front of Marie then twists around into the Frost Bitten. The springboard roundhouse kick is BARELY voided. Jones drops into a baseball slide beneath the kick inbound for her skull.
Vanilla has cat like reflexes, landing on her feet, twisting around and finding a boot connecting with her gut. Marie drags Skyy’s head into position, hooking both arms as a precursor to the Hot Shot. She just begins to lift Vanilla into the air when Skyy counters. She swings around right out of the pedigree, takes hold of Marie’s arm and forces her down to the canvas. The crowd is blowing their wads at the sight of Skyy attempting to apply the Zero Below.
Greyson: Skyy going for it….Going for the modified crossface.
It takes some doing but Skyy manages to begin interlocking her hands around Jones’ chin. But Marie suddenly tucks her chin to her chest and drops into a forward roll, escaping the hold. The Phoenix then charges into the cables at Vanilla’s side, leaping into the middle rope and springing off into the Divine Impact. This time Skyy rolls out of position though, causing Marie to show remarkable reflexes by landing on her feet. She then looks up into the inbound boot of her opponent, Skyy springing off the middle cable, twisting around and BLASTING Jones across the face with the roundhouse kick. The Frost Bitten connects, sending the Phoenix flipping back.
Greyson: Good golly, the pace of this match so quick and brutal it’s almost hard to keep track of it all.
Sparkles: Which is why I don’t even try. I just chime in occasionally with some incredibly lewd comment in order to earn my paycheck.
Greyson: What do you even need a paycheck for? You live in a trunk between shows.
Sparkles: Yeah, but I’m having a phone line installed in said trunk so I can make some 1-800 phone calls in the dead of night.
Greyson: Sorry I even asked.
Jones grips at her forehead and Fitzpatrick tightly grips the microphone he lowers towards her lips.
Fitzpatrick: Do you quit?
Jones:…..
The blow to Marie’s skull leaves her incapable of responding for a moment.
Fitzpatrick: Do you quit?
Jones: No.
Marie begins to crawl away from the official and away from her opponent but Skyy doesn’t let her get very far. She leaps right at Jones’ arm, catching hold of it and going for the modified crossface. The Zero Below is at last established, almost fracturing Jones’ arm but yet to force the submission.
Fitzptrick is ever vigilant, the referee holding the mic in front of Marie’s lips.
Marie: No….no….NO!
The anguish is so severe, so crippling and yet Jones is not giving up. She balls her fingers into a fist and then drives it into the canvas, using her knuckles to drag her along towards the ropes. She reaches the cables and grabs hold. Unfortunately the official will not interject and break up the Frost Bitten, having no standing to do so.
Greyson: If Fitzpatrick wouldn’t break up the Angel’s Arch when Skyy reached the ropes, he’s not going to do it for Marie when SHE gets to the cables.
Sparkles: Turn about is fair play.
Jones forces herself up to her knees, trying to pry her arm free from these dire straits. The ropes wouldn’t save her, so now it falls upon Marie to perform her own escape, dropping through the cables and forcing Jones to break the Frost Bitten. Vanilla now begins to slide under the ropes, reaching down for Jones’ hair. But Marie SURPRISES Skyy by leaping up onto the apron, dropping a knee between the shoulder blades of her adversary then reaches through the ropes grabbing Skyy’s legs. She lifts up on them and bends Vanilla’s body up into the Angel’s Arch AROUND the ropes. Vanilla’s lower back is wedged to the middle cable, her body bent at such an awkward angle.
Greyson: The Angel’s Arch in the ropes…In the friggin ROPES!
Sparkles: I’ve never seen it locked in at this angle before. Kinda kinky.
Greyson: And there’s nothing the referee can do about it given the no disqualification nature of this match.
Pain is etched across the face of Skyy as she finds her body contorted in such a gruesome angle. Marie puts all her upper body strength into maintaining this unorthodox version of the Angel’s Arch, which has Jones so incredibly close to chiming those magic words “I Quit.”
Fitzpatrick: Do you quit?
Skyy:….I…..I….
Fitzpatrick: Do you QUIT!?!
Skyy: NOOOOO!!
Vanilla knuckles up and wedges her fists to the apron, pushing herself up and trying her best to escape this hold. But all it takes is a little more exertion of Jones’ strength to bring Skyy back down to her chest and the side of her face across the apron.
Fitzpatrick: Do you quit? Do you quit?
Skyy is unresponsive, trying not to open her mouth out of the risk that the words ‘I Quit’ subconsciously filter through her lips. The wear and tear of this match makes it more and more difficult for Skyy to resist the temptation to submit. Yet her stubborness compels her to keep fighting, to block out the crippling agony flowing through her lower back. Apparently the crowd is taking the Tinkerbell approach, believing that if they clap and shout loud enough, Skyy will go on living.
Fitzpatrick: Do you QUIT!?!
Skyy: FUUUUUCK…
Skyy is just about to give in.
Skyy: NOOOOO!
The Bitch from Barrow pushes back, her head slipping under the ropes and out from under Marie’s legs. Jones finds herself leaning forward through the cables and trying to keep hold of the legs of the woman who sits up on the canvas in front of Marie, throwing punches across her adversary’s forehead. One jab after another nails Marie across the scalp but Jones continues to hold onto the legs. That is until Vanilla pulls her legs in towards her body, dragging Marie through the cables as she tried to keep her grip on Skyy’s knees. As a result Marie lands on the ring beside Vanilla, who sits up, swings around to Jones’ side and grabs her arm, applying the Zero Below.
Greyson: Angel’s Arch countered into the Zero Below!
Sparkles: And given the way Skyy fucked Jones’ arm up earlier, this thing might be over quicker than it takes me to get my pants off during an Abigail Lindsey match.
Although every inch of Jones’ body is compelling her to submit, she won’t do it, not even with Fitzpatrick holding the microphone in front of her face. Jones swats it aside with her free arm and scoots across her stomach, still trying to escape the submisson. She only resists the temptation to give in when her agent Hodgson climbs up onto the apron in front of her, screaming at Jones to keep fighting. But shouting at Jones isn’t good enough, Hodgson actually begins to slide through the ropes and into the ring.
Greyson: Is Samantha on the cusp of actually interfering?
Sparkles: Well Skyy tried to kick her in the face on the last Riot, I guess it’s time to turn the other cheek.
Greyson: I’m not sure that’s what that phrase actually means, Sparkles.
Sparkles: Well I guess I just like to use the word cheek when I’m staring at Hodgson’s.
Samantha is right on the brink of entering the squared circle with a briefcase in hand, the very briefcase that bashed Darko in the skull and gave him a serious concussion. The Agent enters the squared circle on the brink of using the weapon only to have Skyy break her own submission hold and leap to her feet, trying to cut the agent off at the pass. She stands up and prepares to leap into Hodgson, only to have Marie sit up behind Skyy, wedge hands to her seat and shove her forward right along head first into the briefcase stretched across Samantha’s palms.
The top of Skyy’s head bounces off the case, and her body goes twisting right around ino the Angel’s Arch.
Greyson: Skyy’s head bouncing off the briefcase and now her body trapped in the Angel’s Arch for a third time in this contest.
Sparkles: Good thing Skyy is so flexible, for a number of reasons.
The collision with the briefcase proves to be a double edged sword for Jones though, because it not only did damage to her opponent but to her agent as well. Samantha staggers back and plants her foot awkwardly, spraining her ankle. She drops the case, drops to her seat and grabs her leg in pain.
Speaking of pain, Skyy is in such agony that most would be unable to bare, but Skyy continues to differentiate from the norm. She pushes herself up onto her elbows, crying out as loud as her lungs will allow. She slips her hands into her hair, right about to tear out clumps if necessary. Referee Fitzpatrick has the microphone ready.
Fitzpatrick: Do you submit!?!
Skyy:…
Vanilla drops across her cheek and lifts her hand into the air, fingers balling up and opening repeatedly. She is sooo close to submitting, sooo close to giving up to the trauma that flows through her entire body. Marie leans back as far as she can on the legs, bending Vanilla’s lower body until it snaps like a twig.
But much like her will, Skyy’s spine will not be broken. She claws at the canvas, compelling herself towards the ropes…no…not the ropes…but something that will prove more advantageous to her escape from this hold. Once she’s reached it, Skyy begins to twist her body, trying desperately to turn over to her back.
Greyson: How is Skyy fighting through this?
To the amazement of all, Skyy rolls over to her back and forces Jones to turn around and face her if Marie wants to keep hold of her opponent’s legs. Marie continues to grip the knees of her opponent while bending her head forward, putting it in perfect position for Skyy to sit up and swing the briefcase she has in her hands right across the top of Jones’ head.
Sparkles: Briefcase off the red heads noggin!
Marie looks disorientated but does not break the hold, she somehow keeps one leg trapped in her clutches. She goes to grab hold of the other leg only to have her skull collapsed with another shot from the breifcase.
The second devastating blow has Marie falling to a knee, blood beginning to dribble down a small gash in her forehead. Skyy sits up and swings the case down on top of Marie’s head a third time.
Greyson: Skyy is savagely assaulting Marie with that briefcase….fitting retribution for what Jones did with that weapon several weeks ago.
Sparkles: Marie forced Skyy’s husband out of action by hitting him repeatedly in the head with that briefcase. Time to turn the other che….
Greyson: Again, your using that phrase out of context, Sparkles.
The multiple blows to the skull with the briefcase have Marie swaying from one side to the other, blinking her eyes in a desperate attempt to remain conscious. Skyy stands up and unleashes such punt up aggression via a FOURTH strike from the case.
Fitzpatrick: Do you quit?
Jones teeters back and forth upon her knees, blood dribbling down her cheek. A FIFTH shot from the case cracks her over the head.
Fitzpatrick: DO YOU QUIT!?!
Jones can’t even speak right now, let alone utter the words Fitzpatrick, Vanilla, and the fans so desperately want to hear. A SIXTH shot from the briefcase connects across Marie’s brow.
Fitzpatrick: DO YOU QUIT!!??!!
A SEVENTH strike across the head is delivered from the briefcase.
Fitzpatrick: DO YOU QUIT!!??!!
Jones: No.
Marie could only half heartedly exhale her comment after all these strikes across her skull from the briefcase…a briefcase raised above Skyy’s head. It seems the vengeful Vanilla is stepping in to deliver ANOTHER brain scrambling blow only to stop, turn and glare down at Hodgson nursing her ankle in the corner of the ring. A smile slowly forms across Vanilla’s face.
Greyson: Uh-oh….Uh-ooooooh.
Sparkles: Looks to me like Samantha’s head is about to be as flattened as her ass.
Hodgson, who is oblivious to what’s happening, given the condition of her ankle, sits in the corner of the ring with her back turned to the encroaching briefcase. Vanilla steps in behind Samantha and methodically lifts the case over Samantha’s head. All the while Skyy’s eyes are twisting back towards the disorientated Jones, watching her reaction to the pending destruction of Marie’s agent.
Greyson: Skyy is going to bash in Samantha Hodgson’s skull. This is going to be fitting retribution for what Jones did to Skyy’s husband little under a month ago.
Samantha finally turns and sees the case being raised above her head.
Hodgson: No….please no!
Skyy is about to split Hodgson’s head in two with the briefcase before Marie cries out.
Jones: I QUIT!
The crowd’s reaction is loud, but Skyy’s response is rather reserved. She slowly lowers the case to her side as she hears the bell chiming repeatedly in the background.
Greyson: It’s over…it’s over….Marie giving up in order to save her agent.
Sparkles: Skyy played that pretty shrewdly. I love it.
The bell continues to chime in the background and the fans continue to chime in with a riotous response. After so many months of assaults, physical, verbal and mental, Skyy has FINALLY achieved retribution against Jones. The briefcase is tossed aside so Skyy can toss her arms around the waist of her husband. Danny Darko and Adam Chase have re-emerged from the backstage area, the two sliding into the ring just in time to join Skyy in victory.
Greyson: And there he is, the man who Skyy avenged here tonight in this grueling opening match to Upping the Ante.
Sparkles: And the son of a bitch is STILL wearing my boy William Mason’s Pure Title.
Indeed, Darko continues to sport the belt he stole from Mason, the belt that along with Vanilla’s arms, wrap around his waist.
BACKSTAGE
Security strands on opposite sides of Amanda Blayze, carefully escorting this ticking time bomb through the backstage corridor. They remain ever cautious, not dropping their ‘guard’ as they try to keep Amanda on the straight and narrow, directing her towards the trainer’s room where she will be given her drug test. It might become harder for the two strapping young lads to keep Amanda docile when they come across Karen McBride, William Mason and JaMarcus Avery. The trio block her path, and the smarmy grin on Mason’s face makes it very difficult for Blayze to not go crashing right through this roadblock.
It doesn’t matter that McBride is a principle owner, all that Amanda cares about, is that sneer on Mason’s face, and doing whatever it takes to remove it.
Karen: Mrs. Blayze, I’m truly sorry this had to happen, and I sincerely hope that the drug test comes back negat….
Amanda: How much?
Karen: I’m-I’m…sorry?
Amanda: How much did Silas pay you?
Karen: What?
Amanda: He bribed you right, greased the wheels a little? Got you to sign off on this drug test by slipping a couple bucks in your panties? Or maybe it wasn’t cash he bribed you with. You are pretty wealthy aren’t you? So what else could he use to tempt you.
Karen: Mrs. Blay…AMANDA…there’s no need to go throwing around libelous accusations concerning my relationship with Silas Mason. It’s strictly plutonic and all buisness.
Amanda: Good luck convincing people of that.
Karen: When someone is right, their right, and that’s the only reason I’ve approved Scott Cannon’s request to have you drug tested tonight. I’m not going to allow the locker-room to succumb to an atmosphere of drug abuse….
Amanda: Just shut the fuck up and let’s get this over with.
Karen: I’m-I’m sorry, Amanda, but you have to understand that I’m….
William: You watch how you talk to her, Amanda…
Mason’s grin gets closer to Amanda’s face, which wouldn’t be the wisest of decisions if William’s bodyguard, Avery, and security weren’t ready to intervene. They stand there with fists clinched waiting for Amanda to respond to William’s comments.
William: This woman is only doing what she knows to be right. I only wish I had her self assuredness and confidence. We should ALL try to emulate this woman and support her in her attempts to clean up this federation. Besides, Blayze, if you have nothing to hide you shouldn’t have ANY trouble consenting to a drug test.
Amanda: Oh, so I should have no trouble having my rights violated and my privacy invaded? Give me a break…
William: That can be arranged if you don’t watch how you speak to McBride. This beautiful, vivacious, GORGEOUS young woman doesn’t deserve your insults, she is entitled to only to your respect and your admiration.
Mason protests while putting his palms on Karen’s shoulders.
Amanda: I have a hard time respecting anyone who’s mouth has been around Silas’ balls all night.
Shock and anger overwhelms McBride, her jaw dropping in reaction to this slander.
Amanda: Let’s get this over with.
Blayze directs her comments to security, who follow her right down the corridor towards the location where her drug test will be administered.
William: Do yourself a favor, Karen, and don’t listen to ridiculous comments like that.
Unfortunately, McBride is hard pressed to remove from her mind the scathing statements made by Amanda, no matter how much Mason attempts to butter her up.
William: Please just don’t understand what it is your trying to do here. How your busting your hump to HELP this company. First it was Tay, and now it’s Blayze. Honestly, you don’t deserve this treatment, and if Avery and I have our way, you’ll be treated with the dignity and respect you rightfully deserve.
Karen: What do you want, William?
Now it’s Mason’s jaw that has be picked up off the floor.
William: Moi? Me? Are you trying to imply that I’m only being so complimentary because I want something from you?
Karen: I’m sorry, I can’t do it.
William: Can’t…haha…do what? I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Karen: I’m not forcing Darko to give you back the Pure Championship.
Mason’s face grows redder and redder. He tries his best to repress his anger and keep his smile.
William: Why wouldn’t you?
Karen: Because it’s like I told you two weeks ago on Riot, I’m not using my position of power to play favorites. If you want the Pure Title back, you’re going to have to get it back on your own. I can’t interfere.
William: But…in the parking lot…you tried to….
Karen: Two weeks ago, when I went to Darko and Skyy and tried to convince them to return your title, that was a mistake. A mistake I can’t afford to make again.
William: A mistake? A MISTAKE!?!
Wisely Mason bites his tongue and breathes through his teeth.
William: How is it a mistake to do what’s right by your best friend? The only man who has EVER supported you? This is bullshit Karen…absolute bullshit! Doesn’t my loyalty count for a damned thing? The least you could do is ORDER Darko to give me back MY championship instead of allowing me to face an opponent of his choosing to get it back!
Karen finds herself stunned by this rare display of emotions, unaccustomed to seeing such instability out of Mason.
Karen: William…I’m-I’m sorry but….
Suddenly Mason’s skin tone returns to its original hue, his whole demeanor changing. Avery watches with confusion as his employer reaches out and wraps arms around Karen’s neck.
William: No, I’M sorry, Karen.
Said arms pull McBride into a hug, William’s hand patting her upper back.
William: You didn’t deserve that. And your right. It DOES fall on me to solve my own problems. So Avery and I, we’ll take care of the thievery of my Pure Title. You just stay back here and try to relax, okay?
Mason may now be stroking the back of McBride’s head in a sympathetic manner, but his eyes are on the verge of producing smoke. Internally William is as red hot as the sun.
William: I’ll take care of everything….Just like I always do.
IN-RING
The crowd is still riding an emotional high after Vanilla Skyy’s hotly contested victory over Marie Jones, and Danny Darko seems to be feeding off of their energy. After joining his wife in celebration, Darko stands in the center of the ring even after Skyy has vacated it. The Pure Championship resides around his waist, and a microphone is griped in his palm.
Greyson: Looks like Darko has been waiting to get something off his chest.
Sparkles: Dammit, why couldn’t it be Vanilla Skyy wanting to get something off her chest, like her bra?
Greyson: You are truly a disgusting, fuzzy little thing.
Though Danny WAS riding an emotional high, every time he lifts the mic to his lips he becomes too somber to speak.
Darko: As much as I don’t want to detract from the magnitude of my wife’s victory, I honestly don’t see a better time than here and now to make an announcement regarding my future in this company. I need to do this before William Mason is scheduled to come out and face the opponent that I personally selected for him in order to get this back…
The Pure Title is removed from around Darko’s waist and left to dangle from his palm.
Darko: There have been a lot of rumors making the rounds lately, concerning the status of my career after my LATEST concussion, and I’m here now to set things straight…
Darko puts his fingers to his eyes, rubbing them.
Darko: I guess the only way to do this, is to put it bluntly and not to beat around the bush. I’ve been advised by a slew of medical professionals to hang up my wrestling boots.
The shock and despair is so overwhelming, fans collectively aghast over this revelation.
Darko: I’ve gotten second, third, hell even TENTH opinions and all the ‘experts’ agree, I’m not fit to step foot in this ring, and I never will be again.
Greyson: What was he saying?
Sparkles: Exactly what he’s been saying over Twitter for weeks you negligent fool.
Darko: So it’s with some reluctance that I officially announce my retirement as an in ring talent.
Sparkles: Awwww.
Darko: Tonight will be the last night I step foot in an IWC ring. So with that in mind, I want to say I’m sorry….sorry I wasted so much God damn time and energy on a federation that never once respected or appreciated me for what I bring to the table.
Greyson: This isn’t going good.
Sparkles: It didn’t start out good to begin with.
Darko: I came out week after week and damn near killed myself for this company and for what gain? I had to STEAL a fucking title belt when it became apparent that the words of my associate Daniel Ashmore came true. He warned me I would NEVER be champion in the IWC, and he was right…absolutely RIGHT. So yeah, I leave with my biggest regret not being that I could never become a champion in this company, but that I was stupid enough to believe that my talents would ever be rewarded.
William: Sorry? SORRY!?!
It didn’t take very long for William Mason and JaMarcus Avery to tear away from Karen McBride and come storming towards Darko. No remorse is shown on Mason’s behalf to cut off Darko right in the middle of the most impassioned speech he’s ever delivered. He lowers the microphone and raises his defenses as Mason and his employer close in upon him.
William: The way I see it, Daniel, is that you should be apologizing to only one man.
It goes without saying that Mason is the man being referred to. He slides through the ropes and shows no trepidation about stepping up into the face of the concussed Darko. Naturally William’s confidence swells when having his hired muscle, Avery, standing behind him.
William: I’M the one you owe an apology to.
Darko is already laughing off this demand.
William: I’m the one you’ve wronged over and over again since the two of us both set foot in this company, and you tried to strong arm me into being your tag team partner. Seriously, Darko, I’m the FACE of this company, the FUTURE World Heavyweight Champion, and you….well…look at you. Your fragile…your BREAKABLE. Why would I want to work so hard compensating for your short comings as my tag team partner? Would you if you were in my thousand dollar loafers? Of course you wouldn’t….
Darko: Well William, that’s where your wrong buddy, because see, I overlook the flaws of my friends, because unlike you, I’m LOYAL.
William: Loyal? Did you honestly just imply that you’re loyal? Funny, cause I didn’t think being loyal to your friends constitutes stealing their title and forcing them to jump through hoops to get it back.
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Darko; Your right, William, your right. That’s kind of a dick move on my part, isn’t it?
William: Yes it is, but in your last act as part of this roster, before you go limping off into the sunset, you can make things right between us by returning what you took….
Mason’s finger extends towards the belt presently flung over Darko’s shoulder.
William: You shouldn’t leave the wrestling industry with unfinished business. It’ll haunt you…you’ll never be able to kick back and relax knowing that you left the IWC when there was still so much unresolved tensions between us.. Don’t you want to wipe the slate clean? Don’t you want to leave this company without this pressure on your shoulders?
Mason’s smile is wider than Melissa McCarthy’s waist.
William: Let’s end this all on a positive note. Let us reestablish the bonds of our friendship. As an act of good faith, why not give me back that Pure Title…THEN….you can feel free to leave.
Surprisingly Darko is considering this, playing his options, stroking the stubble on his chin introspectively.
Darko: You know what old chum, you’ve got a point. Maybe it would be smart for the two of us to end our IWC relationship on a GOOD note.
The title extends towards the eager hands of Mason.
Darko: Although…
The gold retracts from Mason’s clutches just before he can wrap his fingers around the strap.
Darko: I’ve never been one to concern myself with doing good, cause it’s far more fun to be bad. So it might not be the smartest thing in the world to do, but it’ll be the funniest…
Mason’s smile has turned into the most pronounced grimace imaginable.
Darko: I think in my last act with this company, I’m going to watch you suffer one final time. And your suffrage is going to be at the hands of the woman I personally selected as your opponent tonight. You want to EARN your Pure Title back, then you’re going to have to beat HER to do it…Your pain is going to be my pleasure, and you’re NOT going to like it.
Before William can further gripe the familiar tunes of Breaking Benjamin are filling the building. Mason spins around and Avery does the same as the curtains open and Brittany Lohan steps to the stage. The Blue Eyed Devil stares straight down the ramp at the man who has been stripped of his calm and cavalier demeanor. Mason’s head is shaking in reaction to Lohan answering Darko’s call to battle.
Greyson: Well that confirms it, Brittany Lohan versus William Mason here one on one. If Mason wants his Pure Title back, he has to battle the Blue Eyed Demon? Good lord I do not envy Mason right now.
Sparkles: Have you seen his wife? How can you NOT envy the man?
Greyson: Fair enough. But he’s not facing his wife, he’s facing Brittany Lohan. The most destructive force in all of professional wrestling.
But before Lohan reaches the ring and inflicts some physical punishment, she does some damage verbally. A microphone is lifted to her lips, which begin flapping in order to make her stance known. The more Lohan talks, the more sweat streams down Mason’s face.
Lohan: William, you talk to Darko about closure? Well here’s your opportunity. Let’s close the book on this issue between the two of us shall we? And then, when I finish you, I can finish Katelyn….
Katelyn Buehler that is, the woman Lohan has been at odds with for several weeks now. Though an eventual clash with Buehler looms down the turnpike, Lohan’s immediate future will be occupied by a one on one head on collision with Mason.
Already William is stubbornly protesting Darko’s decision, turning around to bicker with Danny himself only to find that his former friend turned arch rival, is standing outside of the ring with the Pure Title over his shoulder and grin upon his face. Mason now turns back towards Avery, consulting with someone who will actually get him somewhere.
William: Don’t just stand there, DO SOMETHING.
Avery does as instructed, dropping to the mats and going straight after Darko, looking to cut out the middle man by procuring the Pure Title and making this match against Lohan a moot point. Wisely Darko decides to high tail it, holding up the Pure Title and backing up the ramp with Avery following, intent on leaving Darko WHEELING into the sunset instead of limping into it.
However, JaMarcus’ pursuit of Darko, leaves Mason without his bodyguard, something he’ll desperately need what with Lohan entering the ring behind him. He backs up still fuming before he finds his spine hitting Lohan’s chest.
Sparkles: Don’t turn around William, run…RUN!
WILLIAM MASON VS. BRITTANY LOHAN
Official Alex Ingelson, recently recovered from injuries sustained at the hands of Aerik Walker, slides into the ring and calls for the bell. A shiver is sent up Mason’s spine, which stiffens as he turns around to face the incredulous smile on Lohan’s face. She suddenly takes William by the wrist and yanks him forward right into a short arm clothesline. A lariat that Mason ducks before dropping into a baseball slide under the ropes right to the outside of the ring.
Greyson: Where is Mason going?
Sparkles: Anywhere but here it seems.
Mason begins to walk up the ramp, ditching Lohan and this match, not interested in either one. Brittany MAKES Mason interested, dropping to the outside of the ring and rushing in behind William. She spins him around, drags him to the ring and rolls him in under the ropes. Lohan then slides in, crouches behind the rising William and charges in, about to deliver a Yakuza kick. However, Mason grabs the official and lungs behind his back. Brittany’s boot stops mere inches from Ingelson’s chin, while William puts miles between himself and Ingelson’s back. Mason rolls to the outside of the ring, then ducks down, and crawls under the squared circle.
Sparkles: Now where is Mason going?
Greyson: I think he’s hiding from Lohan beneath the ring.
Brittany cranes her neck and sighs when looking at the Cartel-tron, providing a visual of Mason tucking tail and taking sanctuary beneath the squared circle. Lohan rolls out, grabs the tarp hanging from the apron, throws it into the air and reaches out for Mason only to receive something that is NOT Mason. A blast of icy C02 hits Brittany in the face, shot from the fire extinguisher in William’s hands.
Sparkles: Yaaaaah baby, that’s how ya get it done.
Greyson: William found a fire extinguisher under the ring and I think he’s just blinded Lohan with it.
Sparkles: That’s why Slick Willie and I are boys, we think on our feet.
Greyson: For he fourteenth billionth time, you and Mason are NOT boys!
Sparkles: Yes we are, I had over to my trunk and everything for beers once.
Greyson: Sparkles, that was a sock puppet you drew William Mason’s face on.
Sparkles: That still counts.
As Greyson speculated, Brittany’s blue eyes have been rendered obsolete, blinded by the C02, which sets her up for further calamity. Mason rolls out from under the ring and now rushes in behind Lohan, taking her by the back of the head, charging her across the mats and throwing her forehead first into the exposed turnbuckle post.
The Blue Eyed Devil’s face bounces from the steel and she ricochets off into the waiting arms of Mason. He puts his palms to Brittany’s back and shoves her right along into the turnbuckle post, her skull ricocheting off.
Lohan grimaces from the collision, reaching for her face before having the back of her head caught and her face ultimately swung into the apron.
He then rolls Lohan into the ring, breaking Ingelson’s ten count. The aggressive Mason is in sheer survival mode at the moment, realizing he has little time to put Lohan away when she is in such a compromised state. Mason works as quickly as he can, dragging Lohan up and into position for the Perfect Driver. He grabs Lohan’s belt, heaves her up into the air and drops back, dumping her straight across the top of her head.
Greyson: Mason already connecting with the Perfect Driver!
Sparkles; That’s my home slice. Mad props to my blood brother. You know Willie and I are so close he’s actually funding my pantless aerobic studio.
Greyson: Suuuure Sparkles. Suuuuurrre.
Lohan’s neck is compressed at an awkward angle, leaving her sprawled across the canvas in anticipation of the pin. William eagerly crawls into said cover, hooking Lohan’s legs, hoping to escape her wrath.
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Many have fallen prey to the Perfect Driver, but Lohan won’t be amongst them. She launches her shoulder into the air, freeing it from under Mason’s desperate body.
Sparkles: Are you f’ n kiddin’ me?
Greyson: Mason thought he could escape the match that easily, but Lohan says nuh-uh.
After kicking out Lohan’s veteran instincts are kicking in. She rolls to the outside of the ring, putting distance between herself and the wildly Mason. He follows right along behind her, hoping to keep the pressure on. He steps over the top of Lohan’s head at ringside, setting up for the Perfect Drive upon the outside mats. He is right on the cusp of cracking Brittany’s skull only to have his back snapped. Brittany stands up and counters the piledriver into a back drop across the thin mats. Mason’s spine takes the blunt of the impact against the ground.
Greyson: Second pileldriver avoided.
Sparkles: Alright Master Obvious.
Mason rolls along into the steel steps, utilizing them as a support to reach his feet before turning around sluggishly and then finding his face on the receiving end of a skull crushing Yakuza kick. The running boot devastates William’s million dollar face, turning it into ten cent mush. He goes flipping back over the stairs as a result of the impact, but he doesn’t stay on the mats for very long. Lohan drags him up to his feet, throws him into the ring and then slides in herself. William has just barely gotten to his knees before Lohan swoops in and hooks both of his arms. The crowd absolutely erupts at the sight of Brittany connecting with the Final Solution. The modified tiger bomb drops Mason right across the back of his head with Lohan leaning down into the creases of his knees for the pin.
Sparkles: Not Mason’s neck…If he’s crippled, who’s going to pay for the construction of my adults only Chuckie Cheeses…..let’s just say my idea for a Balls Pit will be far more mature.
Greyson: Say no more. It looks like Lohan has taken Mason to his breaking point.
The referee is in position to prove just that.
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Just about everyone Lohan has encountered have succumbed to the Final Solution, but Mason will not be another of her victims tonight. He launches a shoulder from the ring, twisting away from Lohan in the process.
Greyson: But much like Lohan a few moments ago, Mason managing to get his shoulder up.
Sparkles: Mason does what he does best, he survives.
Indeed, Mason’s survival instincts are taking over, hence why he’s crawling across the ring, trying to put some distance between himself and Lohan. But he doesn’t get very far before finding his ankle snagged on something, that something being Brittany’s hands. She doesn’t let him get very far, keeping Mason from reaching the ropes and potentially escaping her wrath. She then uses her grip on his ankle to roll Mason to his back, hold his legs in the air then drop her knee right into William’s crotch.
Sparkles: HEEEEY! That had to hurt, don’t ruin Cassandra Mason’s favorite toy.
Greyson: Lohan with a knee pretty far south of Mason’s waistline.
Sparkles: Disqualify her ref, and then make her wrestle the rest of her matches topless.
Greyson: Yeeeeah, I don’t see that happening, Sparkles.
Sparkles: If it helps, I’ll commentate the rest of the matches pantsless.
Greyson: It doesn’t. And you don’t even wear pants to begin with.
The referee reprimands Lohan for her deliberate low blow, but does not disqualify her. She now watches as William rolls to his elbows and knees, crawling across the canvas in an attempt to avoid her wrath. However, Lohan cuts him off by means of putting her foot down right across Mason’s knuckles. William cries out in agony as his hand is crushed under Brittany’s boot. She then reaches down, grabbing the hair of her opposition, lifting up on his head then swinging his face down right into the canvas.
Greyson: Looks to me like Lohan is about to break the face of the IWC.
Greyson: That’s like taking a squat on the Mona Lisa, or vomiting all over Mount Rushmore. You just don’t deface a monument as grand as William Mason’s mug.
Lohan is about to do just that, once again swinging William’s face into the canvas. His head ricochets off and his body goes twisting along into the turnbuckle. He grabs hold of the corner, stands up then has the back of his head taken hold of and his face driven into the top turnbuckle pad.
Mason’s skull bounces off, sending his body flying back hitting the canvas then flipping over to his elbows and knees. William eagerly rolls to the outside of the ring, intent on putting some space between he and Lohan. He crawls along towards the steel steps but fails to realize that Lohan is lagging mere inches behind him.
She grabs William by the back of neck like she were a momma cat catching her kitten. Lohan will not employ any motherly instincts in dealing with Mason though, no, all of her instincts will be homicidal. She delivers a swift kick to the top half of the steps, knocking them away and leaving the bottom section exposed…exposed for the Final Solution.
Greyson: Oh no…ooooh no…is Lohan going to do it? Is she actually about to do this?
Sparkles: Tap out now Mason, the Pure Title isn’t worth this.
Greyson: She’s gonna give him the Final Solution on the stairs.
The lower, flatter section of the steps waits to feel the neck of Mason cracking across it’s surface. Mason is just about to be thrown into the air only to have him shift his weight and come back down onto his feet. He then wedges his hands to Lohan’s ribs and pushes her back, sending Brittany spiraling around and crashing against the barricade spine first. She has no time to reel from this blow before Mason comes charging in with an attempted clothesline…notice the word “ATTEMPTED.”
Lohan steps forth, stoops down and catches Mason coming in, heaving William into the air then twisting him into a double A spinebuster right across the steps.
Greyson: Holy MOTHER OF CHRIST!
Sparkles: Not my bro man’s back….Quick, throw me at Brittany.
Greyson: I don’t think so Sparkles.
The collision with the stairs has left Mason in traction, in such perpetual agony that he can barely even find the will to breath. Even drawing air into his lungs proves an agonizing task.
Lohan transports his body from the steps and into the ring, rolling him in under the ropes and following along right beside him. An increasing amount of urgency is displayed by Mason, who somehow manages to crawl towards the official, clawing at the referee’s slacks. Lohan steps in and grabs Mason by the wrist, forcing him along to his feet and then whipping him with all of her strength into the turnbuckle. Mason turns and crashes against the post with almost back breaking trauma. He then staggers forward into a boot to the gut, has his hand grabbed and his body shot off into the opposite turnbuckle. Mason spins around and slams forcefully into the corner, his arms falling limp over the ropes and his legs losing all sense of balance. Lohan’s legs are stronger than ever, carrying her across the ring into a second and absolutely devastating yakuza kick.
Brittany’s boot demolishes William’s jaw.
Sparkles: Another blow to the precious face of our company.
Followed by another blow to the back.
Lohan takes Mason’s wrist and launches him into the diagonal corner, this time whipping him with enough force to cause his collision with the corner to send him flipping up and over it. He bounces hip first off the apron and then eventually twists right down to the mats where he now lies motionless. Lohan follows, giving him absolutely no breather, no rest, no reprieve.
Brittany steps in behind the crawling Mason and delivers a stomp across his lower back. Mason falls to his stomach and now Lohan steps in over his head. She places him in a front chancery then reaches out and hooks his leg. It takes quite a bit of strength, but Lohan is able to heave Mason up and into position for the Muscle Buster.
The move Lohan has used at many pay-per-views to her advantage now prepares to crush Mason’s neck across the mats. But due to William’s quick thinking, he manages to twist his body, freeing it from the Muscle Buster and from certain calamity. He drops behind Lohan, who spins around and rushes right into a drop toe hold that sends Brittany plummeting face first into the upper half of the steel steps she tossed aside earlier.
Lohan’s skull ricochets off of the stairs, her brain rattling around in the confines of her potentially fractured skull. She shakes off the collision with the steel, reaching for her forehead while Mason reaches for her arm. He steps to the top of the upper section of stairs and pulls Lohan up onto it as well. Then, to the shock and awe of everyone in attendance, Mason manages to hip toss Lohan off the upper section of steps and spine first onto the lower section of steel.
Sparkles: HOLY FUCK MONKEY!
Greyson: William hip tossing Lohan from that elevated perch right into the stairs!
Sparkles: Not very PURE of Mason.
Greyson: Are you honestly surprised to see Mason being such a hypocrite?
Mason spends no time delighting in his destruction of Lohan, realizing his window of opportunity is closing rapidly. So he forces Lohan up to her feet and into the ring, he then stoops down behind Lohan and instead of going for a pin, he places her in a million dollar dream cobra clutch variant.
Sparkles: There you go Lovejoy, NOW we’re seeing that Pure wrestling style. See, Willie’s a man of his word.
Greyson: Only after he’s employed somewhat “HARDCORE” methods to weaken Lohan sufficiently.
Brittany’s face is going as blue as her eyes, Mason exerting such pressure on her throat. Even with a constricted airway, Lohan begins to stand up only to have Mason break his submission hold in order to twist Brittany around by the wrist, yanking her back in with a clothesline across the throat. Lohan collapses to her back then pops up onto her seat
William then drops down behind her, re-applying the Million Dollar Dream
William: I’m the only one deserves that title….You hear me. I’m PURE…the PARAGON OF PURE….The Face of Pure Wrestling!
Such pressure is placed on the hold that Lohan finds herself fading and fading rapidly. She melts in Mason’s arms, drifting away into unconsciousness. All of Mason’s strength is put into the hold, into at long last putting Brittany down, but she’s stubborn. She’s persistence. She’s determined. She won’t go quietly into the night, no, much like a hammy Bill Pullman, Independence Day speech, Lohan will rise to the occasion. She puts one foot to the canvas, then the other, rising to her feet only to have Mason once again break his hold, pushing Brittany into one of the turnbuckles, She turns around and smacks into the corner while Mason comes barreling towards her. Whatever he had in mind is derailed when Lohan launches her foot into the air, cracking it off of Mason’s face.
William stumbles back, putting just enough distance between he and Lohan for her to get a running start out of the corner. She launches her foot into the air for ANOTHER yakuza kick only to have her ankle caught in both of William’s hands. He shoves the boot away, causing Lohan to turn her back to him and then find herself pushed along into the turnbuckle.
Brittany turns around and hits the corner spine first before having her jaw cracked by the diving forearm. His elbow smashes across Lohan’s chin, causing her to lose her balance and fall to her knees. William steps in behind her and applies the cobra clutch variant, locking it in tightly.
Sparkles: William continuing to show his purity as a grappler.
Greyson: Yes, AFTER he blinded Lohan with a fire extinguisher and hip tossed her onto a set of steel steps.
Sparkles: Yeah, after that.
The cobra clutch is so tightly applied that Lohan’s head threatens to pop like a pimple on the face of a greasy sixteen year old. William, who has never had a blemish in his life, is about to remove the human blemish that is Lohan by forcing her to tap out. Lohan however, has a different idea, forcing herself up to her feet, wedging her boot to the canvas then screaming as she powers herself backwards across the ring and drives William’s spine into the turnbuckle. The million dollar dream is broken…for all of a second.
Lohan staggers forward away from her opponent when William suddenly dashes out of the corner and grabs her by the neck. The Million Dollar Dream is once again locked in, the hold being tighter than ever.
Sparkles: You’re not escaping that easily Big Shoulders.
Lohan’s face turns bright red, yet she will not succumb to oxygen deprivation. Instead she reaches up with her free arm, takes Mason around the back of the head and then falls forward. She flips William over her back, sending him rolling forward across the canvas. He scrambles back to his feet and looks to take advantage of his opponent’s stooped posture. William rushes in, steps over Brittany’s head and prepares to deliver ANOTHER Perfect Driver.
He heaves Lohan up only to have her do exactly what he did earlier in the match by shifting her weight and coming back down to her feet. She then stands up, attempting to back drop Mason over her head only to have him twist his body, slide off of her shoulders and land on his feet behind her back. He quickly grabs Brittany around the neck, setting up for the Million Dollar….no….Lohan pushes backwards, driving both her body and Mason’s into the ropes. They go spilling through the cables with Lohan collapsing to the mats and William falling across his side on the apron.
The hold is broken and now Mason is climbing to his feet on the apron and reaching down for the Blue Eyed Devil on the mats below. Lohan struggles to reach her feet as Mason’s hand slides into her hair, snatching hold of it. He has such grand designs for Lohan that suddenly go horribly awry when Brittany reaches up, grabs the back of William’s head, pulls it down and places him in a front chancery.
The screeches echo throughout the MGM Grand when Lohan pulls Mason down off the apron and into the Muscle Buster across the mats.
Sparkles: GAAAAAH!
Greyson: Lohan busting out that Muscle Buster AGAIN.
Sparkles: Doesn’t Big Shoulders believe in PURITY!?
The upper back and neck of Mason takes much of the impact, leaving him twitching on the canvas. Lohan lays beside her wounded opponent, aching just as badly if not worse than Mason. Yet she is the first to begin moving, wrapping her hands around Mason’s head, dragging him up to his feet and then throwing him into the ring. Brittany comes sliding in herself and steps over Mason before veering her eyes towards the corner. A twinkle inhabits her blue eyes, Lohan taking William by the hair, forcing him up to his knees then dragging him towards the corner. Excitement builds as Lohan scales the corner in reverse, pulling Mason along with her.
Sparkles: Oh great, this is about as good as a night listening to Ben Stein discussing the Great Depression and tariffs.
Greyson: I think I know what Lohan has in store here….the Final Solution off the turnbuckle….the very move she used to defeat Amanda Blayze back at Extreme Fury.
Sparkles: Did you get my Ferris Bueller reference?
Greyson: Yes, yes, it stops being clever when you have to explain it.
The crowd remembers that very match and the culmination to it, the super Final Solution that at last finished Amanda off. So they watch with baited breaths as Lohan steps onto the middle rope and drags Mason along into position for her modified tiger bomb. It’s just about to connect before Mason suddenly retracts his head and launches the top of it right into Lohan’s ribs. She doubles over and now Mason reaches up, taking her around the neck. The fans begin to boo as William, even in his weakened condition, drags Lohan out of the corner and steps to the center of the ring with Brittany loaded up into position for his own muscle buster.
He is right on the cusp of dropping back and delivering the move only to have Lohan twist her body, coming down onto her feet behind Mason and then grabbing him by the arms. The fans erupt as William finds himself subjected to the Million Dollar Dream.
Sparkles: Lohan turning the other chee….
Greyson; How many times are you going to use that phrase totally out of context?
Mason swings his free arm and tries to escape the hold that is turning his face bright blue. Finally he drops to his knees and sends Lohan flipping over his back as she tried to keep hold of the submission. Lohan hits the canvas, rolls across it and ends up on her feet before turning to Mason and closing the distance between them with by stepping in and taking advantage of her opponent’s stooped posture. Lohan hooks both of Mason’s arms and sets up for the Final Solution.
She is on the cusp of finishing off this match before Mason reaches out, hooks the creases of her knees and rips her legs out from under her body. Lohan drops to her back and then William grabs her by the ankle, lifting it into the air. Brittany rolls over backwards onto her feet and then William goes to boot her to the gut. However, Brittany catches him by the foot and pushes it away, sending Mason turning in a full circle back towards the roaring double axehandle smash that threatens to obliterate his face. William ducks it at the last second and Lohan goes twisting into a full circle before having her head caught, her leg hooked and her body dropped to the canvas with the Muscle Buster.
Greyson: He NAILS it.
Sparkles: Make the pin my brother from another mother.
The crowd is divided in their support but the majority heckle William as he crawls into the lateral press.
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That’s as close a she gets to finishing off Lohan, who gets her shoulder up before twisting along into the corner. Mason slaps the canvas in irritation before standing up wedging his shoulder to Brittany’s gut and putting her up onto the top rope.
Mason now begins to climb as well while taking Lohan’s head into the front chancery and reaching down to hook the crease of her knee.
Greyson: No good gravy nooo, not off the top rope.
Sparkles: Face it, it’s happening. Now hit it Mason, break the blue eyed bitches back!
Mason takes hold of Lohan and puts her in position, starting to heave her up into the fisherman buster off the top rope only to have Lohan persevere instead of perish. She pulls her head back and rams it directly into William’s cheek, then does so again and again. The blows rattle Mason enough to cause him to double over. Lohan hooks both of his arms and the crowd begins to go nuts, realizing that Lohan is finally going to deliver the SUPER Final Solution, but Mason stands up and back drops her off the top rope. Brittany has other plans though, flipping over, landing on her feet and landing under Mason’s thighs. She then rushes out of the corner and drops into a sit-out powerbomb. Brittany leans with her shoulders into the creases of Mason’s knees
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All the hopes and expectations of the crowd are subverted by Mason’s kick out.
Sparkles: Ain’t no one putting my home slice down for the three.
Greyson: Incredible action in this match thus far.
Sparkles: It’s been the shit.
Lohan pushes through the pain and her anger over this kick-out, rising to her feet, grabbing the ankle of Mason and lifting it into the air. She rolls William over backwards onto his knees and then steps over the back of his head, hooking both of his arms for the Final Solution.
But Mason suddenly swings around out of the Final Solution and turns back to Brittany only to get a boot to the gut and both of his arms hooked once again. Lohan throws him up into the air for the Final Solution only to have Mason slip off his opponent’s shoulders, land in front of Brittany and push her back into the turnbuckle. She hits the corner and now Mason comes charging in, leaving him and lunging into the flying forearm that SMASHES the CORNER.
Lohan steps out of the way and Mason crashes into the turnbuckle, knocking himself silly in the process. He then turns around, finds a shoulder pressed to his gut and his body heaved onto the corner. Lohan begins to step up to the top rope and bend Mason over forward, trapping him in position for the super Final Solution yet again. She is just about to deliver the kill move to the delight of thousands only to have Mason surprise her by defying death yet again. He suddenly reaches up, rakes Lohan’s eyes and then drives the top of his skull into Brittany’s gut, doubling her over. Before Lohan can answer back, she’s taken around the waist, heaved upside down and driven on the top of her skull from the top rope with the Perfect Driver.
Sparkles YAAAAAAH!
Greyson: Mason….oh my God….Mason with the….Jesus Chris….SUPER Perfect Driver.
Mason is in the same state of shock as the fans, yet still rolls over and drapes himself across Lohan’s chest, emphatically shouting at the referee to make the count.
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The count is made and completed, ensuring Mason’s survival and his victory. To the distress of all those crammed in the MGM Grand, they are now forced to watch as William celebrates his victory. One he had to earn after the most competitive bout of his IWC career.
Greyson: I don’t know how Mason managed to do it, but he did it…
Sparkles: Yay, hopefully he gets a pay bump from this so he can fund my private….
Greyson: We’re all sick of hearing about your make believe business relationship with Mason.
Sparkles: I’m not tired of talking about it though.
William stands up but not for long, falling into the ropes for support and taking very long, very desperate breathes, his lungs seriously lacking oxygen at the moment after this grueling struggle for his life.
BACKSTAGE
In spite of his vow to quit two weeks ago, Head Trainer ‘Surly’ Sam stands in the corner of his office, arms crossed over his chest and eyes warily staring down into the lovely face of Lenore Price-Mason. Actually it looks as if Sam’s attention is more so drawn to the check book that Lenore currently has stretched between her palms. The two seem to be engaged in a somewhat secretive conversation, but every word exchanged between Marie Jones and Samantha Hodgson are spoken loud and clear. Marie sits in the trainer’s office upon a cot holding a bag of ice to the swollen knot in her forehead while Hodgson strands in front of her, cell-phone placed to her ear. They are mere inches from Sam, who instead of looking Jones over finds himself busy glaring at the zeroes on the check written by Lenore.
Hodgson: What do you mean we still can’t air the footage from our court-case?
Samantha is BEYOND aggravated.
Hodgson: I promised my Beautiful Creature that we would show the world the true nature of Abigail Lindsey’s depravity. She’s a monster, and the whole universe needs to see it. So we demand that both the court transcripts from our lawsuit against Lindsey, and the footage that was filmed at the courthouse be made a matter of public record. And if my demands are not met, then Lindsey won’t be the last person I sue.
The phone is hung up in aggravation and returned to Samantha’s pocket.
Hodgson: I’m sorry about that…
Samantha just begins to apologize to the aggravated Phoenix.
Marie: That’s not ALL you have to be sorry about.
Hodgson: Ummm, sorry?
The bag of ice is taken from Marie’s face, revealing the swollen tissue lining her scalp.
Marie: Look at this….
More attention is drawn to the hematoma.
Marie: I took seven shots from a briefcase out there and STILL didn’t quit, but the second Skyy threatened to hit you, I threw the match just to keep you protected.
Hodgson: And I appreciate that immensely.
Marie: Oh, so you appreciate costing me the match?
Hodgson: That’s….that’s not what I was saying.
Marie: I don’t care what you meant, all I care about is what you did…..
Hodgson: What? What did I do? Besides try to help you?
Marie: Help me? You call making me weak, helping me? Keeping you safe has clouded my judgment and cost me over and over again. I jumped onto the top of a limo two weeks ago to get at Skyy just for trying to hit you with the White Out. And instead of talking me down, you let me put my life at risk. Then tonight, instead of sacrificing yourself, you forced ME to sacrifice myself to protect you.
Hodgson: I-I-don’t know what to say.
Marie: There’s nothing you can say, Samantha. Your weaknesses have cost me for the last time.
Jones slips off the cot and throws the bag of ice to the floor, landing straight at Samantha’s feet.
Hodgson: What are you saying?
Marie: I’m saying I’m through being strung along and given false promises. You told me you could help me get revenge on Abigail Lindsey, and you’ve failed to deliver. You told me you’d help me with my Vanilla Skyy problem, and you’ve failed to deliver. Are you capable of backing up even a single one of your claims?
Hodgson: It takes time.
Marie: No…..it takes strength, and that’s something you don’t have. I need an agent who is STRONG.
Hodgson: But I am….I am strong.
Marie: Yeah? Then prove it. Otherwise, our business arrangement is THROUGH.
BACKSTAGE
Although the night hasn’t exactly gone the way that Karen McBride would have liked she remains optimistic. Yes, even after being insulted by not only Blayze, but her very own Prestige teammate, Karen keeps her head held high. Not even the annoying voices of Leviticus, Mr. Ridiculous and Stumpy can drag McBride down. The trio stands in the gorilla position, chatting amongst themselves right on the cusp of heading for the ring and competing in their six person tag.
Leviticus: Just so there are no miscommunications out there against Whitman, Kalinda and Hush, I’M the team captain. So just follow my lead.
Mr. Riduclous: Back it up Mr. Clean….Who died and made you team captain? Seriously? Did someone die? Was it Ebola? Should I send a fruit basket to their family? An Edible Arrangements maybe?
Leviticus: No one died…YET.
Stumpy: Yo mis amigos, Stumpy should be team captain. I’m small but mighty. I have the heart of a warrior.
Mr. Ridiculous: Actually Stumpy has the heart of a chimpanzee. Transplant operation snafu.
Leviticus: Listen guys, I have experience being a Team Captain. Just look back at Extreme Fury, I led my team to unparalleled success at that event.
Stumpy: Erm, maybe he have good point…
Stumpy, and the stuffed cat, Scruffy, that the Mexican midget holds in his hands, turn towards the contemplating Fitzgerald.
Mr. Ridiculous: Soooo, I have experience as a leader as well. My football team just won the Superbowl in Madden 15. And I only had to use a couple hundred cheat codes to do it.
Leviticus: How is that even relevant to….you know what, forget it, I’m team captain tonight, end of story.
Stumpy: Maybe we should ask Dick, mang, get his opinion mang.
Mr. Ridiculous: We COULD if Dick weren’t presently scouting talent elsewhere. I think he’s in the jungles of Guatemala, searching for large loin clothe bound Amazonian women to add to his roster of clients.
Leviticus: Well if Dick isn’t here to lead us, then it obviously falls on my Herculean shoulders to take this team to victory.
Stumpy: Let Scruffy be team captain.
The taxidermy cat is held up.
Fitzgerald: That actually doesn’t sound like a bad idea.
Leviticus: No-no-no….
Karen: Gentlemen….
The trio of argumentative and unorthodox competitors twist towards McBride, who was forced to listen to this conversation for way too long.
Karen: Don’t you three have a match?
Mr. Ridiculous: We do?
Leviticus: What the hell do you think we’ve been standing here arguing about for the past thirty minutes?
Mr. Ridiculous: I can’t remember, I kind of lost track after referencing Madden 15.
Leviticus: Let’s just get to the ring, slay that dragon Kalinda, end the Black Crusade once and for all, and take out my former employee, Whitman.
Mr. Ridiculous: Jesus…your one needy bitch.
Leviticus: Let’s just get this over and done with.
The three men, well, two and a half men….not a CBS sitcom…head for the ring for their huge six person tag team match. They leave McBride standing there reduced to nothing more than a long and pronounced sigh.
Karen: Can things get any weirder?
Axl: Erm, excuse me….
The Principle Owner’s focus shifts from Dick’s clients to the backstage correspondent Axl Evermore. He approaches, microphone extended and eyes even redder than normal.
Karen: Axl, how can I help you?
Axl: Sorry to add to your burdens tonight, but uhhh, I just heard that that weird van is in the parking lot again.
Karen: What?
Axl: That van that was speeding around the parking lot two weeks ago, it’s here again tonight, and apparently, it’s creating quite the aggravation for everyone trying to get into the building.
Karen: Greeeeat….I suppose I’ll just have to deal with this….once and for all.
IN RING
Cameras immediately segue from the back to the concerned expression of Thomas Boll. After being interrupted once tonight, the ring announcer is a little weary about lifting the microphone to his mouth in order to recite the names and stipulations of the next match.
Boll: Lady and gentlefolk, following match is…
Hodgson: Sorry Mr. Boll….
Thomas cringes and sighs in reaction to Samantha Hodgson, who strolls into the ring without a single legitimate concern for Thomas’ feelings. The super-agent clings to a microphone, one she employs to speak over Thomas and make a major decree.
Hodgson: I have an urgent announcement to make that trumps any match that was scheduled to happen at the moment. So hold your breath until I’m through Mr. Boll.
He does as instructed, already turning blue from asphyxiation.
Hodgson: My beautiful creature instructed me to prove my worth as her agent this evening, so I’m here to give Danny Darko an ultimatum. You either return the Pure Championship to Marie Jones, or I will sue you for every single penny your worth. I’m giving you until the conclusion of this impending match to hand over the belt and anoint the one true deserving Pure Champion, her title belt. Thank you.
Hodgson throws the microphone aside and departs from the ring.
Greyson: Really?
Sparkles: For reals.
Greyson: Samantha Hodgson is absolutely delusional. End of story.
Sparkles: But she does look good in a mini-skirt.
Greyson: She actually expects Darko to hand over the Pure Title to Marie? What the hell is wrong with Samantha’s brain?
SAMANTHA
Greyson: What a night we have had thus far, and it seems that we are on the verge of an historic night, you just get the feeling that something amazing is just about to happen
Sparkles: Well, I’ve shit myself twice already
Greyson: That’s not amazing
Sparkles: It is when you consider it’s in a bag under your chair
The intro to “Kick in the Teeth” plays as the titan tron shows a guy walking down an alley dressed in torn clothing. As he makes his way down the alley, a certain bully tries multiple ways to get to him ranging from bumping shoulders, tripping him, punching him in the face, throwing a rock, flat out baseball bat ambush, even tries to run him over. The man just keeps getting up, despite being covered in blood and bruises frustrating his attacker more and more by the minute. The man smirks and wipes the blood out of his mouth and reaches for a glove with an anarchy symbol which is a trademark of End Effect.
“We live in a cold dark world with venom in it’s fangs.
You can spit it in my face but I know I’ll be ok
It’s on the attack. It’s a war, It’s a game.
A ball and chain chew my arm off to get away
Don’t fight, or it deny it, invite it cause when it ..”
Greyson: Rich Anderson, Brandy Danielle, Rain and Fury…these guys do not hang about, and they will be looking to make an impact here tonight
Sparkles: We sure that’s Rain, I’m not going through that again
Greyson: Yes, you can see it is
Sparkles: I demand a blood test…filthy imposters. There was once an imposter of me hanging around…I had him shot
The scenes keep repeating in the tron as Rain, Rich, Furyand Brandy make their way out to the entrance ramp at the start of the “feels like a kick in the teeth” line. They are wearing matching wrist tape with anarchy logos on them. They raise a fist as a red pyro shower rains down behind them. They then make their way down the ramp avoiding contact with the fans, coldly centered on the ring in front of them.
Once they make their way up the ring, they each take a side of the ring to place one foot on the bottom rope and the other on the third rope dangling from the rope a couple times with a raised fist. They walk to the opposite rope switching sides with each other and repeat the process. They then turn towards the ropes to stretch awaiting the bell to ring or for their opponent to arrive.
Greyson: Well, we have one tag team…
The arena suddenly goes darkens which stuns all the fans in to a hushed silence as they don’t know what to expect. The crowd just continues to be silent as the stage crew in charge of the lighting starts to simulate the look of lightening flashing within the arena as the sound system starts to broadcast the sound of a rain storm as white and blue confetti start falling like rain on both sides of the entrance. The sound of the rain storm is momentarily broken up by the sound of Samantha Raine saying… “No raining on this parade…” which is followed by “Where Are the people that accused me?” as the large screen comes to life showing Samantha standing out in a pretty looking field when all of the sudden she’s caught in a down pour.
The ones who beat me down and bruised me
They hide just out of sight
Can’t face me in the light
They’ll return but I’ll be stronger
As the video continues to play Sam to stand in the field with out running for cover. Instead, she looks up at the sky allowing the rain to pelt her face as she raises both of her arms up and for a quick moment several times the footage flips to Sam doing that same motion, but to hold up either the GDW Heavyweight title and half of the tag titles or the GDW Undisputed titles. The fans in the building some start cheering while the others start booing wildly as “Unbreakable” by FireFlight continues to blast through the speakers.
God, I want to dream again
Take me where I’ve never been
I want to go there
This time I’m not scared
When Sam finally steps out from behind the curtain she is not alone as she is joined by her husband, Chance Fortune, as the video changes once again, but this time it starts to show clips from her greatest matches with Angela Jameson, Feature Presentation, and Jasmine. The cheering actually gets just a little bit louder as the former GDW Undisputed Champion as she stands at the top of the entrance ramp right in the center of the confetti falling around her in her “Rogue” themed attire and Chance who is seemingly dressed up as “Gambit”. Sam smiles widely as she starts to make her way down to the ring.
Greyson: Samantha Raine is here, and in the IWC
Sparkles: And I for one couldn’t be happier. I tell you, that woman is hot
Greyson: Dude, you’re a puppet
Sparkles: You know I don’t like being called that. I much prefer organ challenged.
Now I am unbreakable, it’s unmistakable
No one can touch me
Nothing can stop me
Sam alternates between the left and right side of the ring as she stops to take pictures with the fans, sign a few autographs, and for the younger fans giving a kiss on the cheek.
Sometimes it’s hard to just keep going
But faith is moving without knowing
Can I trust what I can’t see
To reach my destiny
I want to take control but I know better
Once she reaches the ring she walks over to the ring stairs and then jaunts up them on to the apron. She moves over to the center of the apron where she looks at all the fans with a smile on her face before she enters the ring, but she stops when she is just half way in to the ring. During that slight pause in her entering the ring she wiggles her ass very much to the male fan’s delight. Once she is in the ring she walks around the ring a bit doing her best to blow kisses out to all of the fans with both of her hands, but the sheer number of fans makes it impossible.
Forget the fear it’s just a crutch
That tries to hold you back
And turn your dreams to dust
All you need to do is just trust
Though the fans just continue to cheer her attention turns from them as she starts to stretch herself out a little bit more to get ready for her match, but not before taking off her jacket to hand it out to her husband.
Greyson: And now…
Sparkles: More hubba, hubba
Man’s Voice: “Nine – one – one, what is your emergency?”
Woman’s Voice: “I think she just (thr)illed everybody!”
The fans in the arena immediately start cheering as the opening of “The Last Fight” by Bullet For My Valentine plays throughout the building as the lights fade to black and a pair of strobe lights one red and blue start taking turns flashing like the lights of a police car on the entrance ramp.
Man’s Voice: “Who (thr)illed everybody?”
Women’s Voice: “The Serial (Thr)iller! She (Thr)illed everybody!”
A spotlight hits the top of the ramp showing Crissy standing there. Crissy stands there with her arms raised in the air wearing a knock out version of a correctional facilities’ jumpsuit that’s made with black fabric with silver lettering for the numbers on the left side of the chest and Property of Bad Behavior on the back. The top portion of the jumpsuit Crissy has left open leaving the white bikini top exposed for all to see.
“Can you see me through bloodshot eyes (through bloodshot eyes), Should I fight for what is right or let it die?”
Crissy brings down her arms and she starts loosening up her wrists while yelling to the fans that she’s about to knock someone’s ass out to get them even more pumped up.
“Now I’m choking on force fed lies, Do I fight or let it die? I will fight, one more fight, Don’t break down in front of me. I will fight, will you fight? I am not the enemy.”
She starts to make her way down the ramp trying her best to pump up the fans and stay focused on her impending match, but she ends up stopping a few times to talk some of the fans and kissing a few children on the cheeks. Which the fans themselves eat up and continue to cheer her as she continues on her way down to the ring.
“Everyone is sick of caring, No silver lining on the cloud that covers you, Let it pour and soak you through…”
Crissy pulls herself up onto the apron as they both on the apron. Crissy just stands on the apron for several moments as she watches the fans with a smile on her face. Before she seductively enters through ring ropes wiggling her ass for the fans.
“No hope, just desperation, So sit and wait for death, And pray it takes you soon. The addiction’s taking you.”
Once in the ring Crissy moves to one of the top turnbuckle and climbs to the middle pad. Where she starts trying to rile up more support from the fans. As she wanted them giving her everything they have with their cheers and cat calls as she waves her hands towards herself as if she was telling them to come on. As the lights start to come back from the rafter shoots a mixture of white and black pyro.
Greyson: This has all the hallmarks of a cracking match…and there’s the bell…and it looks like it’s going to be Samantha and Brandy kicking us off
The pair of them hook up, Samantha pushing Brandy back towards the ropes, the referee pushing himself between them. As Samantha releases Brandy tries to slap Raine across the face but Samantha blocks it, and wags a finger in Brandy’s direction. Brandy doesn’t hesitate however and gouges Samantha between the eyes, before kicking her in the gut and levelling her with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Brandy immediately drops to her knees and into a cover
1…
Raine kicks out, Brandy picking her up and slamming her head into the mat with a Reverse DDT, again hooking the leg
1…
2…
Again Samantha kicks out, Crissy holding out a hand for the tag. Brandy scoffs in her face, and Crissy enters the ring, the referee pushing her back. But Brandy takes advantage of this, pushing her into her corner, Rich wrapping the tag rope around Samantha’s neck, letting go as the referee turns around.
Greyson: Oh come on referee, eyes on the prize
Sparkles: He was…Sam’s boobies are indeed awesome.
Brandy whips Samantha into the ropes, driving her knee into Raine’s chest on her return, hooking her head and then delivering a perfect Jumping Tornado DDT, Samantha in real trouble in this match up
Sparkles: Did you see them jiggle?
Greyson: Brandy with another cover…
1…
2…
Raine kicks out again to the delight of the fans, Brandy dragging her over to the corner and tagging in Rain, as Rich and Fury shout their encouragement. Rain enters like a whirlwind, kicking and punching Sam who tries to cover up from the onslaught. Rain grabs her by the wrist and whips her across the ring, hitting her when she returns with the Spinning Wheel Kick. He then forces her once again into the corner, jumping up onto the middle rope and landing a series of punches. He then hooks Samantha’s head and drives her into the mat with a Facebuster, the fans starting to get on their backs. Rain shakes his head and kneels down into the cover anyway.
1…
2…
No, Crissy has had enough, and drops an elbow from the top rope and across the back of his neck. Brandy seeing this hits the ring, and takes both her and Crissy through the ropes and to the outside. Rain gets to his feet, holding the back of his neck and seeing Samantha getting to her feet. He runs in, going for a for a shoulder charge, but Samantha ducks and holds onto the ropes, Rain crashing to the ringside area, Fury immediately there to make sure he is OK.
Greyson: Huge defensive move there from Samantha, this could have been over.
Sparkles: I’d say it is, the referee is counting and Samantha is the only one in the ring.
1…
2…
3…
Brandy gets to her feet and makes her way around the ring, as Crissy does the same. Eric is assisted by Fury and Rich
4…
5…
Crissy jumps up onto her corner and holds out her hand, Samantha making her way over as Rain gets to his feet
6…
7…
Rain gets back in the ring stopping the count, But Crissy receives the tag from Samantha, Gardner exploding into the ring with huge rights and lefts on the dazed Rain.
Greyson: Rain with a shower of hard rights…rain shower…did you see what I did?
Sparkles: Yes, but its not funny…I do the gags round here. Well actually that’s apparently Mya Denton who does a huge amount of gagging.
Rain is whipped into the ropes, and Crissy hits him with a Diving Crossbody and straight into a pin
1…
2…
Rain kicks out and gets to his feet, unaware what Crissy is measuring him, and then almost cuts him in half with a huge spear, the fans jumping to their feet. Crissy then takes a step back, signalling to the crowd.
Greyson: She’s going for the Suffocating…Rain needs to get out of dodge and fast
Rain turns around, straight into the Full Nelson Slam, Crissy throwing her hands up in the air as Samantha looks on. Crissy implores Rain to get up, Fury screaming at her husband. Rain slowly gets up, Crissy preparing herself for the Thrill Shot. Just as she is about to run in, Fury grabs a hold of her foot, Gardner falling to the floor, Eric locking in the Camel Clutch
Greyson: This match was over, but Fury makes the save, and now it’s Crissy in trouble, right in the centre of the ring.
The referee gets in Crissy’s face as Samantha screams encouragement, Crissy doing everything she can to try and escape. Rain has it hooked in way too tight though, Crissy unable to move
Greyson: Just tap Crissy, fight another day
Crissy holds up her hand, and it looks like she may tap out, but Samantha makes the save, a huge big boot to Rain’s face not only breaking the hold, but taking Rain down. As the official loses control, and tries to get Samantha from the ring, Fury enters behind the referee’s back, and grabs a hold of Crissy Gardner, drilling her into the canvas with the Shell Shock before rolling out the ring. Samantha is taken down by Brandy, the two of them ending up at ringside. Rain holds out his arm, draping it across Crissy’s chest, the referee turning around and making the count
1…
2…
3…
Boo’s fill the arena as Rich and Fury drag Rain from the ring by his feet, Samantha leaving Brandy and checking on the downed Crissy Gardner.
All four members raise their hands as Samantha and Crissy look on
Greyson: End Effect with the victory here, and in predictably controversial circumstances
Sparkles: The boobies lost??? There is no good in this world anymore.
Sam and Crissy are a little upset by this loss to say the least.
Greyson: The numbers just way too much for these two young ladies tonight, End Effect too many and too skilled.
Sparkles: The End Effect represetin here tonight in a big…big…BIG way.
Greyson: It looks like Sam and Crissy need some back up if they want to stand up to the End Effect in the future…
IN RING
Hodgson: Sorry for no doubt upstaging you ladies.
Samantha Hodgson makes her way up the steps before the fans even noticed her at ringside. She slides through the ropes, microphone in hand and confidence exuded in her feature.
Greyson: Great, it’s Hodgson again.
Sparkles: At least she’s a woman of her word.
Greyson: I guess that would be her ONLY redeemable quality.
Sparkles: That’s not true, she has boobs too.
Greyson: Another valid point.
Hodgson has no actual concern for the feelings of either Raine or Garner, who exit the ring after their troubling loss and make their way up the ramp, wanting to hear nothing else come from Samantha’s mouth. If only the fans had that same luxury, but they paid for their tickets, so they have to endure Hodgson’s tirade.
Hodgson: Alright, Darko, you’ve had more than enough time to think things over. I said I would give you until the conclusion of this match to bring the Pure Title out here and give it to my beautiful creature. So do as I have instructed, bring your broken body to the ring and give her the championship this instant before I am forced to extend the long arm of the law and hit you with a lawsuit that would bankrupt your retirement accou….
Darko: Hodgson, don’t go turning me into a liar now.
Danny Darko steps through the curtains with microphone in palm and Pure Title over his shoulder.
Darko: Didn’t you hear me when I said that I would never be stepping foot in that ring again? I intend on sticking by my statements. So sorry, but I won’t be coming down that ramp and giving the Pure Title to anyone, especially not the red headed bitch who gave me another concussion.
Hodgson: Mr. Darko, don’t you want your retirement to resonate? Don’t you want to go out with a bang instead of a whimper? Give the fans a time transcending moment and bestow the Pure Title unto the one woman who embodies everything about technical wrestling.
Darko: You know what, Sam, you’re probably saying something interesting right now, but the only thing I hear when you open your mouth is the voice of the teacher from Charlie Brown.
Hodgson shakes her head.
Darko: Nothing you just said has swayed my decision at all. I leave the IWC tonight, and I leave with the Pure Title….if I’m retiring, I’m at least taking this championship so I don’t feel like my efforts were entirely squandered and wasted competing for this federation. So with that said….
Suddenly Darko finds himself silenced, not by Hodgson, obviously, but by the big, powerful grips of JaMarcus Avery. The massive bodyguard for William Mason has at last caught up with Danny and is now dragging him along to the ring by the back of his head.
Greyson: JaMarcus Avery!?!
Sparkles: He finally caught Darko, and he’s going to take that Pure Title around Danny’s waist back to his employer.
Avery throws Darko into the ring and climbs in after him, totally disrespecting Danny’s retirement by looking to battle him in the ring.
Greyson: It looks like we’re getting an impromptu fight.
Sparkles: But isn’t Darko concussed?
Greyson: He’s definitely in no condition to fight here tonight.
Although injured Darko still readies himself for a fight. He throws down the Pure Title and prepares to throw down fists with Mason’s bodyguard. Avery climbs onto the apron and prepares for battle, but he’s not the one who picks a fight with Darko. With the intent of proving her worth to Marie Jones, Samantha leaps onto Darko’s back, clawing at his eyes, attempting to demonstrate that she is not weak.
Greyson: Hodgson attacking Darko!?!
Sparkles: Cra-cra.
Hodgson is continuing to claw at Darko’s eyes as he spirals across the ring, trying to throw Samantha off his back. Avery watches with confusion then concern as he sees William Mason in his peripheral view. Mason makes his way down the ramp still looking exhausted after his previous match with Lohan. After briefly jaw-jacking with Avery, William steps around to the opposite side of the ring and climbs up onto the apron just like his bodyguard has. Both men slip into the ring on opposite sides of Darko.
Greyson: This isn’t good for Danny.
And it’s about to get worse. Although Darko manages to flip Hodgson over his shoulder and swing her down into the canvas across her back, sending her rolling across the canvas and groarning in pain, Danny has been blinded by the gouging of his eyes. He drops to his knees and palms his face, but the damage done to his eyes is going to be the least of his concerns. Mason and Avery approach him from opposite sides, ready to deliver a hurting on the already concussed Darko.
Skyy: Stop this!
Adam Chase follows his client Vanilla Skyy right along to the ring, however, he pauses on the mats and watches wide eyed as Skyy slips under the ropes, hops to her feet and forms a barrier between Darko and his attackers. Wisely Hodgson has rolled under the ropes and fled the ring after being flung down upon it.
Skyy: This has gone way too far….and I’m here to put a fucking stop to it right now.
Finally her words are directed at a specific target.
Skyy: DANNY! You need to end all this bullshit.
Darko’s eyes may be scratched, but they can still widen and his pupils manage to hone in upon his wife.
Skyy: This game you’ve been playing with Mason and HIS Pure Title, it needs to end right this God damned second. Actually, it needed to end after I was jumped backstage just for carrying the briefcase the fucking belt was in. If you really gave a flying fuck about me, you would have given the belt back to William right then and there to keep me from getting mugged again.
Darko: What the hell are you talking about?
Skyy: I’m talking about you being a man and doing what’s right for your wife for once, instead of what you THINK is right for you. Give that belt back to William…you need to end this with your friend before you quit. You don’t have very many friends, and William was your closest. So just give him his championship already and put the problems between you two to rest.
Darko: Are you crazy, I’m not…
Skyy: GIVE IT!
Darko: Are you drunk?
Skyy: I said give him the belt and end this before it goes any further. I’m asking you nicely.
Darko: You call that nicely?
Skyy: You best believe it.
Darko: Fine….if that’s what it takes….FINE.
The title at long last is slipped from Darko’s shoulder and tossed to his wife.
Darko: YOU give it to him.
After tossing the belt Darko makes his exit, too angry to even stay behind and have further dialogue with his wife. The championship is carried by Skyy to her former friend, Mason, placed into his eager palms. Once give the title, William holds it to his chest, sways from side to side and smothers the gold with kisses.
William: Thank you Skyy, thank you….you truly are a good friend. And I’m sorry this ugliness between Darko and I put so much strain on you.
Skyy: Yeah-yeah, we’ll talk later William.
William: Count on it.
BACKSTAGE
Cameras cut from Skyy putting her foot down to a man who constantly puts his foot in his mouth. P Clarence Whitman III stands in front of Mr. Hush and Al, with the hallway filled by Clarence’s pleading tone.
Whitman: Sir Hush, I just….I just…ummm…uhhh want answers. Well, uhhh one answer to be more precise. So now that I have your ear, can you please….please just tell me….unequivocally, did you sleep with my wife?
Mr. Hush stares at Whitman through the slits of his mask and taps his finger to his chin, contemplating his answer, and then contemplating it some more, and some more, and then…a little more.
Al: THIS HAS GONE ON TOO LONG, YOU BETTLE HEADED LOUSE. I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT MR. HUSH WAS IN NO WAY RESPONSIBLE FOR BEDDING YOUR WIFE AND INSIMINATING HER WOMB.
Kalinda: Yes, you are soooo barking up the wrong tree, there P Wiggums.
Whitman turns and finds himself legitimately alarmed at the visual of the massive dragon stepping in his direction.
Whitman: Oh ummmm…oh my….ooooh good heavens. What a sight.
Kalinda: What a shock.
The blue dragon rolls her eyes.
Kalinda: You incompetent humans still gawk at me everywhere I go. Can’t you just wrap your minds around the fact that I’m a dimensionally challenged adventurer who suffers periodic bouts of kleptomania?
Whitman: Klepto…mania? So you sleep with corpses?
Kalinda: Do I look like Paul Leveque in a Kane mask? Noooo. Kleptomania is the irresistible compulsion to plunder. Hence why I have your shoe in my hand right now.
Whitman looks down and suddenly realizes one of his shoes are indeed missing. In spite of his fear of Kalinda, Clarence reaches out and takes back the shoe that was dangling from the tip of her finger.
Whitman: You good woman, have issues.
Kalinda: Like you don’t? Honestly, how many times must I fill your lungs with icy flame before you stop hassling Hush and I regarding your wife’s fertile tummy?
Whitman: Until I get answers. Only then will I stop.
Kalinda: Really, answers, that’s all you need? Fine, then takes this…
A bucket full of gold coins is elevated by Kalinda’s tail and thrust into Whitman’s chest.
Whitman: What is this?
Kalinda: All the money you’ll need to have everyone on the roster’s blood extracted so you can run paternity tests and stop being portrayed as some alcohol swilling nincompoop easily manipulated by Mr. Stick Up His Butt Ba’al.
Good things dragon have strong lung capacity for it enabled Kalinda to speak that entire sentence without need for a pause or a breath.
Whitman: Where did you get this?
The coins are overlooked closely by Whitman, who goes as far as to bite one to make sure it’s authentic gold.
Kalinda: I’m a dimension traversing dragon, does it surprise you that I can procure gold so easily? So anyway, your problem is solved. No more bothering me, no more bothering Mr. Hush. After this match, I’m done, finished, through with you, through with this place, through being ignored. So take your damn coins, shut your damn mouth, and let’s get this butt-hurt over with.
Whitman: Erm, fair enough. So should we discuss strategy for this six person tag?
Kalinda: Instruction? The only instruction you need is to stay in your corner and continue portraying yourself as an alcohol swilling nincompoop.
Whitman: Didn’t you just tell me to STOP doing that?
Kalinda: Shut it and get to the ring.
Whitman: Fair enough.
Clarence turns and begins to walk to the ring right past Hush and Al, before Kalinda calls after him.
Kalinda: Oh, and put these back on while you’re at it.
Whitman turns around and spots Kalinda holding a pair of pants on the tip of her tail. He then looks down and realizes he’s wearing nothing but tighty whitites.
Whitman: What in the world?
Kalinda: Sorry, your zipper was sparkly, had to have it…but I’m over it now. So for the sake of decency, just put the damn pants on.
STUMPY RODRIQUEZ & MR. RIDICULOUS & LEVITICUS VS. WHITMAN & KALINDA & MR. HUSH
Thus far tonight the action has been intense, has been fierce, has been vicious, but now, it’s about to get AAAAWWKWARD. That much is guaranteed given the three men currently making their way down the ramp. “Boom, Boom” by Raffi is filtering through the speakers with “Mr. Ridiculous” Fitzgerald fighting his way through the curtains, Leviticus stepping out slapping his palms across the surface of the Alana Starr title around his waist, and Stumpy stroking the head of Scruffy.
Sparkles: What a bunch of weirdoes.
Greyson: I concur. This is going to be the strangest six person tag….
Sparkles: It’ll be just as strange as it is awesome.
Greyson:….The STRANGEST six person tag we’ve see a long time.
Sparkles: Wait, can we call it a six person tag, considering that a dragon is going to be competing? Shouldn’t it be a six SPECIES tag?
Greyson: Fair enough.
After finagling a hotdog from the hands of a child at ringside and being scorned for it by their mother, Fitzgerald enters the ring. Leviticus and Stumpy try to follow but stop at the apron, both men arguing over who is going to part the ropes for the other. Leviticus insists Stumpy sit on the middle cable and open them so that the Alana Starr Champion can slide through. Stumpy however is resistant, insisting that HE be shown the preferential treatment.
Greysn: This match has a number of stories revolving around it. Leviticus has been stalked for months by the Black Crusade ever since Extreme Fury, and so Dick, Mr. Ridiculous’ manager, approached Leviticus and offered him the services of his agency to help combat the Black Crusade.
Sparkles: Yep, Dick came….
Greyson: *Chokes* WHAT!?!
Sparkles: Dick came up to Leviticus with a great offer.
Greyson: Oh, I’ll let you finish your sentences next time.
Ridiculous, Leviticus and Stumpy are all three in the ring at this point…well…all four if you count Scruffy, the stuffed cat in the Mexican midget’s hands. All three competitors are once again bickering over who will be team captain, Fitzgerald pleading his case in the process of taking something out of his pocket. A Burger King crown is slipped onto his head, gesturing to it and insisting that said crown makes him the team captain.
The synthesizer tones of “Ride the Comet” filter through the speakers and to a rousing ovation we are treated to the bizarre visual that is Kalinda. The big blue dragon pauses on the stage with tail swaying behind her back and body armor flickering under the bright lights. Lurking behind her are Mr. Hush, fiddling with his duct tape attire, and P Clarence Whitman III, enjoying a glass of amber shaded liquid. And luckily his pants have been returned to him. The combatants start towards the ring with Whitman arguing with Hush all the way down the ramp.
Sparkles: This has to be the greatest team in the history of teams. I’m talking way better than Men on a Mission. Maybe Whitman should rap. Do you think he can rap?
Greyson: Well, I’ve heard him try, and it was an absolute abomination.
Sparkles: Okay, if no rapping, how about they endorse racial stereotypes by having them jump on riding lawnmowers and acting like gardeners.
Greyson: They are no Mexicools, Sparkles.
Hush is still being inundated by questions from Whitman as the two make their way into the ring and Kalinda steps up onto the apron. She pays no mind to the tones of Whitman, or the tones of the screaming fans. Kalinda steps over the cables and into the squared circle where three individuals are waiting to slay her.
Greyson: Kalinda, Whitman and Hush make quite the dynamic mash up to say the least. Clarence has had his fair share of issues with the Black Crusade for over a year now, and tensions between the group he’s teaming with tonight really escalated when it was inferred by the Sinistry that Whitman’s wife had been impregnanted by Mr. Hush.
Sparkles: Whitman so whole heartedly believed that that he actually pinned Silence at Reawakening Day and eliminated her from the IWC.
Greyson: Yes, but Leviticus played an instrumental role in causing that pinfall to happen, eliminating ONE of Levi’s stalkers…
Sparkles: And tonight, if Whitman can’t coexist with his partners, then Leviticus is going to eliminate the other two.
Referee Ficklebottom is on hand to start this match but it remains to be seen which member of Ridiculous’ team is going to start for their trio. Fitzgerald, Leviticus and Stumpy are arguing amongst themselves once again over who gets the honors of taking center-stage.
Their opponents do not face the same issue, Kalinda stands in the ring and will not leave, and neither Whitman nor Hush are about to argue with her. They remain at ringside, watching from the corner as Kalinda stares down her opposition. Once Leviticus and Fitzgerald realize that Big Blue is beginning the bout for her team, both men immediately turn towards Stumpy, give him the thumbs up then exit the ring. Stumpy looks confused before turning around and realizing that he’s going to have to battle the dragon.
Sparkles: It looks like we’re starting off this six person tag with Stumpy versus Kalinda.
Greyson: Is it too early to start a ‘THIS IS AWESOME’ CHANT?
The dragon just stands and stares at the black Mexican midget moving in circles around her. He behaves like a shark circling some chum, waiting for the opportunity to bite. To the disbelief of everyone in the building, Stumpy lifts a hand, fingers twiddling in anticipation of a test of strength.
Greyson: You’ve got to be joking.
Sparkles: Stumpy wants a test of strength with the 500 pound dragon.
Greyson: We can pretty much guess how this one is going to end.
Initially the test of strength is delayed until Kalinda drops to her knees TRYING to get down to Stumpy’s level and make this fair. Stumpy now spits into his palms, rubs them together and then rushes in, beginning to interlock hands with the dragon. That’s before he leaves his feet and dropkicks the massive chest of Big Blue. He quickly hops back to his feet, smiling and tapping his temple with his index finger, proud that he suckered Kalinda in. However, that pride diminishes upon turning and realizing that Kalinda was completely unaffected by the dropkick.
She suddenly reaches out, grabs hold of Stumpy’s palms and employs the test of strength to heave her miniature opponent from the canvas into the air. His little legs are kicking rapidly beneath his body while he’s dangled in the air by his hands. Finally Stumpy counters. He manages to slip one of his hands free and now wraps it around Kalinda’s neck. A front chancery is applied while his feet kick back, pressed to the top rope and pushing off into a tornado DDT.
Stumpy drops back into the move only to have his huge target just stand there, fists to her hips and the midget dangling from around her neck. Finally Kalinda wedges her hands to Stumpy’s gut, throws him up into the air then swings around with her tail, ramming it directly into her falling opponent.
Greyson: PAINFUL!
Sparkles: I’d die to be that close with Kalinda’s tail.
Greyson: Wait a minute….look at this!
The second Kalinda struck Stumpy with her tail, he latched onto it instead of being batted away from it. He wraps his arms and legs around Kalinda’sf ifth limb, clinging to it with all he’s worth. An annoyed Kalinda reaches back but can’t get to Stumpy. So she begins to turn in circle after circle after circle, chasing her tail and the midget hanging from it. Stumpy’s feet actually leave the canvas as he flies through the air in circles, literally riding the tail.
Eventually all of this spinning not only wears Kalinda out but strikes her with a bout of dizziness. She doubles over, feeling feint while Stumpy detaches from the tail, rolls across the canvas and finds his shoulder tagged by Leviticus.
Levi quickly enters, grabs Stumpy by the back of the head and charges him towards the turning Kalinda. The midget’s massive head is launched into the dragon’s ribs doubling her over.
Greyson: Leviticus is in there now, and he’s got quite the vaunted history with the Black Crusade, which we touched upon earlier.
Leviticus delivers a couple of rapid fire palm thrusts on Kalinda then takes off into the ropes. He ricochets off to build momentum only to have Kalinda swing around attempting to take him out with her tail. But much like Stumpy, Levi catches hold of Kalinda’s appendage and begins to laugh diabolically.
The chuckling ends when Kalinda spins around and launches Leviticus off of her tail right into her team’s corner. Whitman reaches over the ropes, catches Levi around the back of the head and drops off the apron, snapping his adversary’s throat off the top rope.
The Most Loved Man on the Planet stumbles back, turns around and gets crushed in the sternum with the tail of the Wrathful Warchild.
Greyson: Kalinda’s tail finally connecting.
The blow from the tail sends Levi flying back into the enemy corner, turning and receiving a kung fu chop by Mr. Hush right across the top of his skull. Leviticus then turns and walks right into Kalinda’s lips. She locks them around Levi’s, who stomps his feet and tries his best to fight free. He finally detaches and turns away from Kalinda, exhaling a plume of blue flame from his mouth.
The icy blast into his lungs has Leviticus struggling to breath, as does the huge boot that connects with his ribs. All the air, and flame, is knocked from Levi’s lungs as he flies back, hits the canvas then rolls over in reverse into his corner where Fitzgerald makes the tag. Mr. Ridiculous quickly proceeds up the turnbuckle, reaching the top rope and trying to get his balance.
Greyson: What is Fitzgerald thinking?
Sparkles: Do you really WANT to know what Fitzgerald is thinking?
Greyson: Valid point.
Mr. Ridiculous gets his footing and stares at Kalinda’s back, on the verge of flying into a big dive.
Mr. Ridiculous: Have you score cards ready, this is gonna be the mother of all dives. Shaved my chest and everything to make me more aerodynamic.
Suspense builds and builds and builds to a crescendo as Fitzgerald prepares to leave the turnbuckle, but cannot get his footing. Ultimately this causes his feet to slip and for him to fall crotch first over the turnbuckle. He wails in pain, grabbing at his genitalia. He lands in perfect position for Kalinda, who does a headstand and extends her tail, wrapping it around Mr. Ridiculous’ throat. She then pulls him off the corner into a modified frankenstiener of sorts, sending Fitzgerald flying across the ring and crashing into it.
Greyson: That didn’t work out the way Fitzgerald had envisioned.
Kalinda looks to pick up where she left off, going after Mr. Ridiculous, but as she passes by her corner, Mr. Hush reaches out, making the blind tag. Big Blue takes no offense to this tag by Hush, who comes rushing into the ring right at a kneeling Fitzgerald. He dives forward only to have Mr. Ridiculous roll out of the way. As a result Hush lands flat on his face and now Mr. Ridiculous steps over his back, Fitzgerald turning his Black Crusade opponent into a HORSE!
That’s right, Fitzgerald is actually riding Hush’s lower back, slapping his makeshift steed on the backside repeatedly and yelling ‘giddyup.’
This ride continues for only a moment or two before Mr. Hush slips back and slips through Mr. Ridiclous’ legs. He grabs Fitzgerald’s legs, rips them out from under him and sends his opponent collapsing onto his face before lifting him into the Japanese Fuck Bucket. Fitzgerald roars at the top of his lungs as he’s swung back and forth under Mr. Hush, who actually steps across the ring and approaches Kalinda in his team’s corner. The dragon bends over and swings her tail into Fitzgerald’s cheek, then the opposite cheek, Hush swinging Ridiculous into each of these blows.
Leviticus has seen enough of all of this, rushing across the ring right at Hush’s exposed back. But Hush isn’t quite as exposed as it seems. He drops Fitzgerald, spins around and catches Levi coming in with a drop toe hold that sends the Marketing Guru plummeting onto the back of his own tag team partner. Ridiculous and Leviticus are stacked on top of one another and are now being heaved into the air by Mr. Hush.
The fans are almost breathless at the sight of Mr. Hush swinging BOTH Fitzgerald and Leviticus into a double Japanese Fuck Bucket. The faces of both of Hush’s adversaries are crushed by Kalinda’s tail every time they’re swung towards her.
Greyson: Wowzers, I have never seen anything like this.
Sparkles: I have, but I normally have to be on the internet and have access to your credit card.
Stumpy has seen enough, rushing into the ring and driving the top of his head right into Hush’s backside. Mr. Hush is launched over both of his opponents and sent crashing chest first into Kalinda’s upper back, squishing her in the corner. Hush and Kalinda remain wedged in the corner and slowly turn around. They spin just in time to face Fitzgerald Irish whipping Levi into a big splash against the Black Crusade.
Leviticus then clears out of the way so that Mr. Ridiculous can charge in and throw his girth into both of his opponents with his own splash. Kalinda and Hush simultaneously lose their footing, falling to their bottoms while sitting up against one another in the corner.
Both Leviticus and Fitzgerald step aside and Stumpy comes charging right between his partners, launching himself into a bronco buster on his opponents. The stereo bronco buster connects on the Black Crusade members, repeatedly throwing his pelvis into their faces.
Sparkles: Stumpy with the most dreaded move of them all.
Greyson: A stereo bronco buster connecting.
The crowd is going nuts as Stumpy’s nuts grind against the faces of his adversaries. He finally detaches at the referee’s behest, clearing the ring along with Leviticus so that only Fitzgerald is inside. A boyish grin forms on Fitz’s face as he cups his hand to his ear and cranes his neck towards his nether regions.
Fitzgerald: What? What’s that? You want to come out? You want me to pull you out so we can shock the world? You’ve got it DICK!
A hand shoots into his pants and the sock puppet/agent. DICK, comes sliding out wrapped around Fitzgerald’s fingers.
Sparkles: HEY! I thought Dick wasn’t here tonight.
Greyson: It was a set up.
Sparkles: Fitzgerald has got Dick in hand.
Greyson: *Spit take* Pardon!?!
Sparkles: His manager, Dick, it’s wrapped around Fitz’s hand.
Greyson: Oh.
Fitzgerald: SWERVE!
Mr. Ridiculous turns with Dick wrapped around his palm, proudly displaying it for everyone to see.
Fitzgerald: Time for the obligatory run in.
Fitz’s sock puppet sporting fingers twist around to do damage to the rising Mr. Hush.
Fitzpatrick: Time for you to get a taste of Dick.
It seems Fitz is right on the cusp of employing Dick to apply a mandible claw on Hush only to stop cold in his tracks. A chill goes up Fitzgerald’s spine and all of his color is instantly lost when staring into the sock puppet wrapped around Mr. Hush’s hand.
Greyson: What….the…..hell?
Sparkles: Mr. Hush, he’s got a SOCK PUPPET TOO!
Greyson: This is insane.
Fitzgerald is beyond stunned at the sight of Hush standing before him with sock puppet clinging to his palm. The two now have a stand off, Mr. Ridiculous sporting Dick, and Hush sporting his own sock puppet. The crowd is going nuts at this awe inspiring visual.
Dick: So the terrorists have their hands on their own weapons of mass destruction do they? UNACCEPTABLE!
After talking out of the corner of his mouth with a voice mimicking the tone of Dick Chaney, Fitz rushes forward right into Hush. At the same time Hush barrels towards Ridiculous and the two lock their respective sock puppets around one another. Both men now find themselves in an epic struggle….a sock assisted thumb war.
Greyson: The sock puppets battling for world domination.
Sparkles: What’s the name of Mr. Hush’s sock puppet I wonder.
Greyson: Well, I’ll refer to social media on this one, apparently he calls his puppet Stick Poked in His Tushie Ba’al.
Sparkles: Wow….WOW..I think I’ll just call him SPIHTB though. Keeps me from potentially getting my ass kicked by the Sinistry
Greyson: Good thinking.
Hush and Fitzgerald continue to battle in a scene more climatic than the arm wrestling finale in Over the Top. Surprisingly Fitz seems to be winning the war of the thumbs, trapping Hush’s beneath his own.
Fitzgerald: AH-HA!
What’s Mr. Hush to do in this predicament, with his sock puppet SPIHTB trapped at the mercy of Dick? How about unleashing projectile mist, launching it through his teeth directly into Fitz’s eyes.
Sparkles: A face full of mist!
Fitz turns away from Hush, scrubbing at his eyes, using Dick to cleanse them.
Sparkles: There you go, Fitz, put Dick in your eyes.
Greyson: I’m not going to comment on that one.
The lightning fast Hush lunges through the air, catches Fitz by the back of the head and delivers a two handed bulldog driving him down to the canvas. Fitzgerald flops to his back and Hush lunges to his feet. He now pivots between them with his arms extended out to his sides, building hype which pays off with the HUSH.
He leaps and balances himself on one foot, then does it again and again and again. With each landing the crowd chants another letter in his name, spelling out “H-U-S-H.” He then falls and worms his way across the canvas before leaping to his feet and driving a chop right across the blinded Mr. Ridiculous’ chest.
Fitzgerald rolls away, clutching at his sternum and passes right by Leviticus, who makes the tag and rushes in right behind Hush. Levi leaps into the air and crashes into Hush’s face with his bum. The Black Crusade member turns around and receives a butt bump to the forehead, knocking him to the canvas. Levi then lands beside his laid out opponent and can’t turn down the opportunity to do it. He throw his arms out to his sides, hops between feet and turns away from Hush, lunging to one foot. He then leaps again planting himself on that same foot. He does it twice more with the crowd chanting each letter of his name, spelling out “L-E-V-I,” before watching him drop and worm his way towards Hush. Levi then leaps to his feet and drops with a chop across his adversary’s chest.
Sparkles: This is the most amazing thing I’ve seen since Buckaroo Banzai.
Greyson: This match is everything it promised to be and then some.
A cheesy grin forms on Leviticus’ face as he pops back up to his feet and throws his arms out to his sides. He looks up laughing towards the heavens before being knocked to great depths. Levi turns around and finds Whitman launching himself off of a turnbuckle into a bionic elbow across the top of his adversary’s head.
Leviticus collapses to his back with Whitman landing beside him and looking down at his unconscious opponent. Clarence can’t pass up the opportunity, extending his arms to his sides and grinning.
Greyson: Oh no.
Sparkles: Tell me this isn’t going to happen.
Whitman leaps into the air, lands on one foot and follows it up with another hop onto that same foot. With each leap and each landing the crowd chants another letter in Whitman’s name, spelling out “P-C-W-3!”
Percival Clarence Whitman III worms towards Leviticus, leaps to his feet and drops into a knife edge chop across his former ‘employer’s’ sternum.
Greyson: ANOTHER WORM!
Sparkles: Unfathomable.
The athletes in the ring are treated to another standing ovation from the fans, who are beyond thrilled by these multiple worms. Fitz and Leviticus are suffering as a result, both men having rolled into their corner where Stumpy can make the tag.
Whitman approaches Mr. Hush, grabbing him by the sock puppet around his hand and leading him up to his feet.
Whitman: Now that I saved your….how do you lovely Americans put it? Saved your ‘bacon.’ Will you do me the honor of answering just a FEW of my questions regarding your relationship with my wife?
Before Hush can give any answers, through hand gestures perhaps, he and Whitman find themselves crushed by Stumpy’s tiny but deadly body. He flies out of the corner and takes both men down with a crossbody off the top rope.
Sparkles: MIDGET TOSS!
Stumpy scrambles to his feet and then points at Hush while shouting towards his partners. Fitz has just finished cleaning the mist out of his eyes, allowing him to see Stumpy climbing up onto the turnbuckle and sitting across the top rope. He continues to bark orders at Leviticus and Fitz, who scoop up Hush and heave him into the air. The crowd begins to scream hysterically as Hush is put on top of Stumpy’s shoulders…well…at least 5% of his thighs are on Stumpy’s shoulders. Fitz and Leviticus do much of the holding, putting Hush in place for Stumpy to leap off the turnbuckle and connect with the three man powerbomb.
The fans are collectively losing their shit as Stumpy now leaps to his feet and howls towards the heavens.
Greyson: Did I really just see that?
Sparkles: Team Ridiculous just stealing a page out of the Shield’s playbook.
Greyson: I never would have guessed that Stumpy is the muscle of this group.
Stumpy is about to use said muscle, or total lack thereof, to bend down and go rushing right towards the rising Whitman with a spear. He dives in, drives his shoulder to Clarence’s stomach then bounces right back off, only staggering Whitman back a step or two. PCW3 stares awkwardly down at Stumpy, who rolls around on the canvas clutching at his shoulder and kicking his puny feet in pain.
Sparkles: I’m pretty confident that Stumpy just hurt himself.
Whitman sighs and then turns to duck a double team clothesline from Fitz and Levi. The two unlatch their hands from one another and then turn towards Clarence, who delivers a kick to Levi’s gut, placing him in position for the stunner.
He is just about to connect before Leviticus pushes him off into the waiting arms of Mr. Ridiculous. However, Clarence thinks quick, turning around and catching Fitz around the head and going for a stunner on him instead.
Now Fitz counters, shoving Whitman off and into the waiting arms of Leviticus.
Levi catches Clarence with an atomic drop, planting Whitman’s crotch against his raised knee. Clarence leaps back, grabbing at his testicles and staggering into a Manhattan Drop by Fitzgerald
Fitz plants Whitman’s taint across his knee and then watches him stumble right along into a urange slam by Levi. The Book of Levi connects on Whitman, and now Leviticus is going for the pin only to be informed by the referee that he is NOT the legal man, nor is Whitman.
An aggravated Levi stands up and shouts at official Ficklebottom, backing him up into a corner in the process. Fitz is right there beside Levi, but instead of shouting, Mr. Ridiculous allows Dick to act as his verbal conduit.
Dick: If you behave like a terrorist you will be treated as a terrorist.
Fitz and Levi continue to threaten official Ficklebottom while Whitman is struggling to his feet behind them. He clutches at his kidneys, still feeling the ill effects of the Book of Levi as Hush and Kalinda step in in front of him, actually aiding him along to his feet. Just then Fitz and Levi rush in behind Big Blue and Hush, going for stereo clotheslines. Both members of the Black Crusade turn and duck the inbound arms of their rivals, causing Fitzgerald and Leviticus to stagger forward right into a stereo stunner by Whitman.
Greyson: Whitman with a stunner on BOTH MEN!
Fitzgerald’s chin bounces from Whitman’s shoulder and his body goes spiraling right into SPITHB assisted mandible claw by Hush. At the same time Leviticus is sent spinning into Kalinda, who delivers a superkick right to his throat…the very same finishing move that Silence used to employ.
Greyson: Kalinda paying fitting tribute to the Black Crusade member who Leviticus was instrumental in getting fired back at Reawakening Day.
The kick topples Leviticus and leaves him gasping for air while Fitz is desperately fighting for oxygen as well. He struggles to get Hush’s hand out of his throat and finally succeeds in doing so when his boot connects to adversary’s ribs. Hush staggers back, pulling his sock puppet out of Fitz’s throat.
Mr. Ridiculous then rushes into a clothesline aimed at Hush’s throat, only to have him duck the intended blow. Hush then turns around and attempts another mandible claw only to have Fitz deliver a boot to the inbound hand. Hush goes spinning away from Fitz before turning into another kick, this one aimed at his chin. But Hush catches the inbound boot and shoves it away from his jaw, causing Fitz to turn in a full circle. Eventually Mr. Ridiculous turns back towards Hush, who goes for a bionic elbow to the top of his head. But Fitz manages to avoid this collision by ducking his skull out of the way.
Hush stumbles past his opponent then turns around to face Fitzgerald, the two having a tense stare down for all of a second before both men fall to the canvas. Hush curls himself up into a pillbug posture while Mr. Ridiculous curls into a ball as well
Fitzgerald: I’ll tell your mommy!
These words fall upon deaf ears, Hush too preoccupied curling into the fetal position with only his arm outstretched. However, Mr. Ridiculous is dong the exact same thing, lying on the canvas one arm extended towards his opponent.
Greyson: These two near mirror images of one another.
Mr. Hush and Mr. Ridiculous continue to lay on the canvas in opposition to one another but never move so much as an inch in one another’s directions. Somehow, in spite of their stubbornness to move, the fingers of their stretched arms interlock. They now begin to pull back and forth on one another, but neither man can get the other out of their pillbug postures and into a submission.
Fans: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!! THIS IS AWESOME!!!
Whitman has seen enough, and so has Stumpy. Both men step in with Clarence grabbing Ridiculous only to be dragged down into the arm bar. Stumpy tries to get hold of Hush only to be dragged down into a crossface.
The crowd is going nuts as Whitman and Hush find themselves lured into simultaneous submission holds.
Greyson: Who’s gonna tap?
It remains to be seen who’s going to give into this trauma. Whitman begins to struggle, but is losing hope quickly. He lifts his hand into the air, right on the verge of tapping out, and Stumpy isn’t fairing any better, battling the compulsion to tap. Before either individual can submit, their respective partners interfere. Kalinda drives her tail across the back of Ridiculous’ head and a boot from Levi to Mr. Hush’s skull breaks up his submission. Both men begin to roll away grasping at their skulls while Kalinda targets the already wounded midget.
Leviticus rushes in behind Kalinda though, going for a double axehande only to have Whitman interject, throwing a right hand across Levis’ chest, sending him spiraling back into his corner where the Alana Starr title is lying. Whitman then spins to face Fitzgerald, who is employing the ropes to stand. The second Fitz stumbles out of the ropes, receives a boot to the ribs and is placed in a stunner predicament. Clarence is about to connect before Fitz twists his body, presses his shoulders to Whitman’s spine and heaves him into position for the Rack of Fitz. Another submission has Whtiman’s body trapped and aching as it extends across Fitz’s shoulders.
Greyson: Rack of Fitz shattering Whitman’s body.
Sparkles: No one gets down off the rack.
Stumpy is once again on the short end of the stick for his team, pun intended/ Stumpy is dragged forth into Kalinda’s hands then thrown into the air. He comes flying down right into a tail whip that knocks Stumpy through the air, crashing right into Fitzgerald. The rack is broken, Fitz doubling over and wrapping himself around Stumpy as both men collapse to the canvas. Whitman comes down off the rack then turns with groggy eyes shifting to Leviticus now holding his Alana Starr Championship across his palms. He rushes right at Kalinda’s back, swinging the belt at her skull, about to eliminate another member of the Black Crusade via the exact same methods he employed against Silence back at Reawakening Day. He swings the belt but it never connects with the target. The title is grabbed right out of his hands, Leviticus turning and spotting Whitman walking away with the championship in hand, refusing to allow it to be used on the dragon.
Levi is just starting to argue with Whitman, prompting Clarence to turn around and do the unthinkable, blasting mist, of the amber liquor variety, from between his teeth directly into Leviticus’ eyes.
Sparkles: No fucking way!
Greyson: Whitman with some….with some Black Crusade inspired mist shot right into Leviticus’ eyes.
The crowd is experiencing quite the mark out moment as Leviticus spins away from Clarence, turns and finds his throat on the receiving end of the uchulian Dragon Dive. The three point stance followed by the lariat knocks Levi down hard to her canvas, where his chest is then pinned beneath the dragon’s tail.
Sparkles: Someone better check to see if Leviticus’ head is still attached. If it isn’t, I want it, I’ll put it in my trunk and use his scalp as a mirror.
Greyson: You have enough clutter in your trunk already, Sparkles.
The referee slides into position and makes a rather emphatic count.
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After the blast of amber liquid to the eyes and the Cuchulian Dragon Dive, there is absolutely no way Leviticus was kicking out. He tastes defeat at the tail of Kalinda, who steps forth with a single fist elevated above her head.
Greyson: I’m surprised these three could pull it together, but they did it just in time to pick up such a HUGE victory.
Sparkles: The dragon, the brit, and the mute are winners, sounds like an ABC sitcom waiting to happen.
Greyson: The Black Crusade and Whitman come full circle here tonight and achieve what was undoubtedly a…..oh look, it’s Al.
Sparkles: No doubt here to insult everyone in Shakespearian lingo that no one outside of the sixteenth century would understand.
Al, who was conspicuous by his absence at ringside throughout this match, finally comes darting to the ring, lunging onto the apron and summoning the attention of Whitman. A confounded Whitman turns to the verbose Shakespearian method actor.
Al: Pardon me thou reeky half-hated flax-wench…I have an urgent message in which to relay to you. So lend me your ear.
Whitman: Excuse me?
Al: The local hospital has called and have informed those in positions of power that your wife has gone into labor.
Whitman: WHAT!?!
Al: Did I not speak loudly enough?
Whitman: She’s only been pregnant six months.
Al: I am not a learned doctor, I know only what I have been told.
Whitman: Then I need to get to the hospital….But uhhh….ummm…I don’t have a car. I took a taxi here.
Kalinda: Ugh, no worries-no worries.
Kalinda steps in and places a hand on Whitman’s tense shoulder.
Kalinda: I’ll get you to the hospital.
Whitman: You drive? I find it highly suspect that the DMV would supply you a driver’s license.
Kalinda: No cars are needed. We will puddle-port.
Whitman: What in the blue heavens is a puddle-port?
Kalinda: You will find out soon enough. Al, fetch me a body of water this instant.
Al: SPLENDID.
Whitman: No good can come of this.
BACKSTAGE
Cameras instantly transition to the sweaty face of Brittany Lohan as she traverses the backstage corridor. Although she is fatigued from her previous encounter with William Mason there is still a lot of fight left in her. All of that energy will be essential to her survival this evening, considering she still has so much left to deal with.
Lenore: I know it’s an unusual request, Mr. Comeau.
One of the matters that Lohan has YET to deal with just so happens to be standing in the hallway right in front of her. Lenore Price-Mason, Silas World stalwart, is doing a little wheeling and dealing. Her checkbook is in hand and writing down a dollar figure that would appease the red eyed Mark Comeau. The backstage correspondent smiles with his hands on the fanny pack holding a plethora of narcotics wrapped around his waist.
Comeau: Yeah, I can’t say I’ve ever had anyone pay for my body fluids before.
Lenore: First time for everything, and I’m willing to pay a handsome amount.
Comeau: Erm….Oh hey, it’s Lohan.
Mark eagerly lifts his microphone and eagerly changes the conversation. Lenore looks a bit worried when turning to face her Silas World teammate, realizing that Lohan might not be too thrilled with the match Lenore forced Brittany into on the last Riot.
Lenore: Hey, Brittany.
Lohan: Hey Brittany? Hey Brittany? That’s all you have to say to me?
Lenore: Are you upset with me?
Lohan: For what, forcing me into a match against Sebastian Knight on Riot? Why would I be upset about that? OH YEAH, because it kept me from telling Abi the truth about her fiancee.
Lenore: Sorry to disrupt your plans, Baby Blue, but things happen. Sebastian wanted you one on one, he kept hassling Karen McBride for the opportunity to face you, so I was just trying to help take some pressure off McBride’s sho….
Lohan: Don’t hand me that BS. You know damn well the only person you were helping was Silas. You live to serve the man….
Lenore: I don’t SERVE anyone. But I am learning a lot from Silas. You should really take advantage of his vast knowledge.
Lohan: How can I take advantage of his mind, when he’s so busy taking advantage of us. Look at you, your probably running one of his errands as we speak. What are you talking to Mark about, huh? Trying to keep he and his colleagues from interviewing me tonight so that I can’t reveal the cold, hard honest facts about Silas’ relationship with Katelyn? So desperate to keep my sister Abi hearing the truth about her fiancée that you would stoop as low as bribing….
Lenore: How paranoid of you, Brittany. Mark was actually going to interview me regarding what happened between Silas Mason and Amanda Blayze earlier tonight.
Lohan: Is that so?
With piercing blue eyes Lohan turns to the backstage correspondent. Mark gulps before answering.
Comeau: Yeah, we WERE talking about Amanda. But I’d love to interview you in regards to your match against William earlier tonight, and scratch the surface of this whole, Buehler….Silas issue….
Lenore: That’s not happening.
Lenore’s hand latches onto Mark’s wrist and her checkbook begins to flap in front of his face.
Lenore: Mark and I have business matters to discuss now. So if you’ll excuse me.
A tug is given on Mark’s wrist, which would normally coerce him along behind Mason, however, he’s not going anywhere. His other hand is griped in the powerful palm of Lohan.
Lohan: He’s not going anywhere. Not until we’ve spok….
Knight: Let him go Lohan.
For the second show in a row Sebastian Knight finds himself defending the well being of a backstage correspondent. On Riot, he intervened right before New Eden could destroy Susie Moore, but here tonight he’s interrupting before Lohan can inflict any harm on Mark Comeau. The second that Knight and Tabitha Silverstone step into view, Lenore and Comeau step out of the view.
Knight: So you thought it was over, huh?
Sebastian stands mono-a-mono with the imposing Brittany, a position most would not want to be in.
Knight: That it was one and done? That our match on Riot resolved our problems? Sorry Brittany, but one match doesn’t make up for the year you kept me out of the ring.
Lohan: I wouldn’t suspect it would.
Silverstone: If you can respect that, then we trust you’ll respect Knight’s need for a rematch.
Lohan: A rematch?
Knight: That’s right, you and me Lohan. One on one, right here at Upping the Ante.
Lohan: With apologies Knight, I have OTHER things to deal with that are a bit more important to me. So count your blessings that I’m turning down your challenge…at least when it comes to tonight. Because when we do face off, after the way you’ve pushed me, I’ll make sure to give you the type of beating it’ll take longer than a year to recover from.
There’s Sebastian’s answer to his challenge, and although he doesn’t like it, he deals with it. He watches Lohan walk away with a pronounced grimace on his face, forced to do nothing more than chew the inside of his mouth.
Silverstone: Maybe tonight ISN’T the best time to challenge Brittany after all.
Knight: What?
Silverstone: We do have a lot to deal with tonight, such as making sure that Andre retains his Evolution Championship against Kordy.
Knight: That’s fine, you know I’ll play my part in helping Andre even up the odds against Kordy and her GOOD Movement teammates, but I can’t just walk away from this thing with Lohan.
Silverstone: And you won’t….You’ll get Lohan.
Knight: Tabitha, with all due respect, didn’t you make that same promise to someone else around this time last year?
Silverstone: Please don’t remind me of my past mistakes with Alana Starr. And the circumstances here are totally different. Alana didn’t trust me, you DO, and your faith in my abilities to get things done will be rewarded. You WILL face Lohan, but tonight, we got to focus on Andre and making sure the GOOD Movement doesn’t cost him the title.
Knight: Again, with all due respect, Tabs, I think we should be worried less about the GOOD Movement and MORE about Gavin.
Gavin Taylor, Andre Jordan’s tag team partner and greatest rival, remains a source of contention for Silverstone and Knight.
BACKSTAGE
Karen McBride has much to reflect on this evening, but she keeps her focus at the moment on the van parked some distance away. Said van, sporting a very interesting paint scheme, is set up right in front of the entrance to the enclosed parking facility, barring many cars from being able to enter the loading area. The individual who deposited said van there is now standing just off to its side, flipping….hamburgers? Yes, the demented and deranged sociopath known as Ambrosia stands over a grill, flipping over burgers and turning hot dogs until they are charred to a delicious crisp.
Karen: What are you doing?
Ambrosia looks up from the hamburgers she was turning and chooses to completely ignore McBride in favor of preparing a meal for the woman standing in front of her grill. Veronica Rodriquez, FURY, is standing there discussing something with Ambrosia even as McBride steps closer and closer.
Karen: Helllooo…
Fury: So, our arrangement, it’s done then?
Ambrosia: Yes-yes-yes. Now here, stuff this in your mouth.
A grilled hamburger is forced into Veronica’s hands.
Fury: Gee….thanks.
Amborisa: Now where are all the other good little girls and boys. Hello….Heeeelloooo? Who wants some tasty treeeeeeaats?
Karen: AMBROSIA.
Raising the octave of her tone finally gets the results McBride desired. Ambrosia turns away from the hotdogs she was turning and towards the Principle Owner.
Ambrosia: Hello Mrs. McBride, good to see you, I was soooo worried that I had scared you away after our last meeting together.
Karen: Relax, I don’t frighten easy.
Ambrosia: Rats, guess I’ll have to try harder then.
Karen: What…what…what is all of this?
McBride points to the grill, the van, and all the cars that have been blocked from entering the building.
Ambrosia: Oh, just a little something I whipped together to help out. See, I like to be an asset to my bosses. I’m a very loyal employee.
Karen: How is creating a traffic jam helping anything?
Ambrosia looks towards the backed up vehicles.
Ambrosia: That’s not a traffic jam. It’s a line of people eagerly wanting some of my delectable delights.
Another hamburger is flipped and the grease inside causes a fire in the charcoal below.
Karen; Listen, you need to move this van, and this grill immediately.
Ambrosia: Whhhhy? I’m just trying to handle the tailgating duties for you.
Karen: Tailgating duties?
Ambrosia: Yeeeah, doesn’t every event need tailgaters?
Karen: Not when their blocking traffic. Now I gave you an order, I expect it to be obeyed….
Ambrosia: What’s with all of this hostility Boss? Are you still upset that I was chosen to face you in a Hardcore Match this evening?
Karen: We covered that two weeks ago Ambrosia. I don’t mind facing you tonight, even if you were brought in by my business partner, Drake, to face me…..and…and…who are you?
McBride’s attention deviates to Veronica Rodriquez who stands a few inches away peeking at the meat in the sandwich Ambrosia handed to her.
Fury: Me? You’ll get to know me very well, Mrs. McBride.
McBride: Is that so?
Fury: My friends call me Vero. You can call me Fury.
McBride: Okay?
Fury: The name will stick with you, as will the names of my friends in the End Effect.
McBride: Uuuuuh-huuuuuh.
Fury: Let’s just say we’re going to continue to make quite the impact on your program tonight.
IN RING
The squared circle is once again occupied by Thomas Boll, who hopefully will be able to make an announcement this evening that is NOT interrupted by another physically imposing individual.
Boll: Lady and gentlefolk, following match is LAST PERSON STANDING….
Drake: Wait a minute…wait a minute…wait a minute…
Though he isn’t physical imposing, the interruption of Desmond Drake is still quite alarming. And his ascension up the steps and into the ring only gets more distressing upon removal of his jacket to reveal the shirt he hides beneath.
Drake: I know everyone is eager to see Mya Denton face the juggernaut I hand selected to be her opponent tonight, but before we get to the Last Person Standing match, I want to announce a last second change…
The shirt Desmond is now sporting happens to feature stripes. The fact that he’s wearing a referee jersey has the crowd cringing and the commentators gasping as their voices filter into the background.
Greyson: Ah come on!
Sparkles: Looks like lil Dessie is stacking the deck even further in Mordecai’s favor.
Greyson: I can’t believe Desmond. Wasn’t it bad enough that he forced Mya to compete against this monster, Mordecai tonight in a Last Person Standing match? But now he’s going to officiate it as well JUST to ensure Mya’s complete annihilation? This might just be overkill.
Sparkles: Yeah, especially with Mordecai being such a daunting foe. We know nothing about the man, other than he’s enormous and he’s powerful. The way he manhandled Ian Kilgore on Riot, it was impressive.
Drake: I’ll handle officiating duties for this one, thank you very much.
He informs referee Fitzpatrick, who has no trouble exiting the ring so that Desmond can take his place. Though it’s probably a place the miniature Drake is going to regret putting himself in when Broken Pieces by Apocalyptica hits the speakers and Mya Denton comes skipping along to the stage. The crowd is actually quite thrilled to see Mya, even given her present circumstances. Denton doesn’t care rather the crowd is showing her love or bombarding her with hate, she reacts with indifference upon skipping to the ring.
Greyson: Look at Mya.
Sparkles: Way ahead of you.
Greyson: Does she not appreciate the gravity of the situation she’s walking into? She’s facing Moredcai in a Last Person Standing Match with Desmond, a Principle Owner here in the IWC, officiating the match.
Sparkles: Hey, the babe was able to overcome wrestling a tag match in a strait jacket, I think she can handle herself here.
Greyson: Yeah, but when she was forced to wrestle in a strait-jacket, she had Chris Davids in her corner, tonight, she has NO ONE watching her back. She’s entirely on her own it seems against Mordecai.
As Mya enters the ring Desmond overlooks her and licks his lips, his sexual appetites quite pervasive. Denton doesn’t lick lips, but clinches her knuckles, so eager to use her fingers to rip Drake’s tongue out.
Greyson: Lots of issues between these two….
Sparkles: Hence why he’s in the ring sporting that jersey he had to have purchased from Osh Kosh.
Greyson: Denton and Drake have been involved in a lot of drama these past few months, all stemming back to a sexual encounter between the two. Mya has claimed that she was drugged that night and Desmond took advantage of her. But Dessie says otherwise.
Sparkles: Yeah, but did you see the look on President Half Squat’s face when Mya busted out that champagne bottle two weeks ago? It looked like Desmond took a shit all over the yellow brick road.
Greyson: Indeed, Desmond did not like the sight of that champagne bottle whatsoever, as it could contain trace remnants of whatever drug Drake used on Mya.
Wisely Desmond slips through the ropes to the apron to avoid Mya, who looks at him like he were a piece of raw meat dangling in front of a ravenous tiger. The only thing that could take Mya’s eyes off of the Principle Owner’s carotid artery are the tunes now belting through the speakers. “You’ve never known such fear” flashes across the screen and a headstone is highlighted upon the Cartel-tron. Fog rolls in upon the stage and Mordecai now makes his way through the mist, his towering frame providing a haunting visual.
Sparkles: Good lord, you’re gonna have to cut crap out of my fur tonight, Lovejoy.
Greyson: This man is an absolute beast, and he’s coming for Mya.
Sparkles: We saw what he could do two weeks ago didn’t we? He went right through Lilith Evans and Ian Kilgore.
Greyson: Yes, just as the two seemed to develop a conscious and realize what they were doing to their former friend, Mya, Mordecai crushes them. Will he have the same effect on Mya this evening under Last Person Standing rules?
Before Moredcai can get his hands on Mya, he makes a long and methodical march down the ramp, eventually stepping up onto the apron then throwing a leg over the rope. He is about to enter the ring but Lilith Evans and Ian Kilgore suddenly halt his progress. The two come bolting towards the ring, eliciting a loud roar from the crowd.
Greyson: Speaking of Kilgore and Evans!
Sparkles: How convenient that they would show up two seconds after we discussed them.
Greyson: Yes, funny how that works. Anyway, these two out for revenge against Mordecai.
Lilith leaps right into Mordecai’s leg, latching onto it tightly and keeping him from entering the ring. Kilgore then climbs up onto the apron in front of his massive prey, throwing right and lefts against his gut and his face.
It doesn’t take long for Moredcai to retaliate however, throwing a punch upside Kilgore’s head and staggering him back. He then grabs Lilith by the hair, heaves her up and detaches her from his leg. He now takes Evans by the throat, preparing to chokeslam her off of the apron. Before he can fulfill this deadly act, Denton charges across the ring and leaps onto Mordecai’s back. She begins to deliver rapid fire punches across the side of his head while hanging from his neck with a sleeper hold applied
Greyson: What a crazed start to this Last Person Standing match, Moredcai being jumped by Mya and the two people he assaulted on the last Riot.
Speaking of those two people they’ve dropped to the mats and are grabbing the tarp hanging from the ring. They reach beneath the squared circle and are already dragging out a table.
Sparkles: A table? Unless Mya is going to dance on it, I’m not interested.
Lilith and Kilgore get the table set up while Mordecai battles to swat Mya off of his back. In an act of sheer aggravation Moredcai reaches over his shoulder, takes Denton around the back of the head and snapmares her over. She ends up sliding down Mordecai’s shoulder and hanging upside down in position for a tombstone piledriver.
Sparkles: Mya is about to have her head driven down into her shoulders and be turned into a human turtle…I just hope it’s not one of the Dana Carvey variety.
Greyson: Mordecai about to hit her with a tombstone piledriver on the apron!
Morecai is about to leave his feet and dump Denton on her skull across the apron but Mya begins to fight. Somehow she manages to squirm down his stomach and land on the back of her shoulders across the apron. She then squirms through Mordecai’s legs, under the ropes and back into the ring.
Mya rushes to her feet, rushes into the ropes at Mordecai’s side and springs off the middle cable, twisting into a dropkick to the monster’s shoulder. Mordecai finds himself leaning back from the ropes and over the table at ringside. He grabs the top cable and prevents himself from taking this devastating crash. This task isn’t made any easier when Mya connects with a step up enzugari across the side of his head. Her boot nails him directly in the temple and once again has Mordecai teetering on the brink of going through the wood at ringside.
Somehow he manages to shake off the blow and stand up straight just in time to be hit with a thrust kick to the jaw..or at least an ATTEMPTED thrust kick. Mordecai’s hand catches the inbound boot and then shoves it aside, sending Mya spinning completely around into a devastating right hand across the forehead.
Denton collapses across the canvas then rolls to the center of the ring while the shadowy giant approaches. He steps over the ropes and descends upon Denton, dragging her up from the canvas and under his seat. The dark apparition has dark intents for Denton, heaving her up into the air into a powerbomb position. It seems that Moredcai is about to connect with the Embrace the Dark. However, before he can deliver the Last Rites powerbomb, Moredcai finds his plans averted when Denton wedges hands to the top of his head and pushes herself over it. She leap frogs Mordecai’s head, lands behind his back and then goes rushing into the cables in front of him.
Denton races back in towards her opponent only to be caught by the chest and stomach then heaved into the air. Before Mya has a chance to counter she’s being charged across the ring and thrown over the ropes with a gorilla press through the table set up at ringside. Denton turns sideways and goes crashing through the wood.
Greyson: THROUGH THE TABLE!
Sparkles: So Mya won’t be dancing on it then?
Greyson: I don’t think Mya will be dancing for a long time after that.
She probably won’t even be standing, which is exactly what Desmond is banking on. He steps onto the apron over Denton and the wreckage of wood amassed around her fractured body. He now begins a ten count to end this match. But oddly enough Desmond is counting as SLOW as possible.
Greyson: What gives? I would have thought that Desmond would FAST count Mya to cost her this match.
Sparkles: Naaaah, don’t you get it Lovejoy? Dessie wants to watch Mya suffer. He doesn’t want this over quick, he wants it to be a long and drawn out process.
Drake continues his slow and methodical count on Denton.
Drake: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5….
Both Kilgore and Evans are standing around Mya shouting and pleading with her to stay down. But Denton won’t listen, refusing to throw this match out of a need for self preservation. She refuses to give Moredcai and Desmond this victory against her. So she begins forcing her way up and away from the mats and the broken table shards
Drake: 6, 7, 8…
Mya is almost up and Drake’s count is almost complete.
Drake: 9…..
Somehow Mya is able to get her legs under her, in spite of the fact that they feel like jelly. She beats the count but then goes right back down to her knees, landing on the broken chunks of wood.
Mordecai is right on top of her, taking Mya by the wrist, pulling her to her feet and then dragging her into another gorilla press. Denton is held in the air and thrown over the top rope back into the ring. She twists to the canvas, lifelessly rolling across it to her back. There is no rest for the wicked, Mordcai stepping in and taking Mya right around the throat. She gasps for air while being led along right into Mordecai’s arms, spun around and dumped on the top of her skull with the tombstone piledriver.
Sparkles: Mya should be pretty much done after that.
Greyson: IF Drake wasn’t so intent on watching her be destroyed.
A very slow and deliberate count is given by Desmond, who smiles a little wider every time he glances down at the comatose Mya laying at Mordecai’s feet.
Drake: 1, 2, 3, 4…
The count seems to be getting slower and slower to allow Mya the opportunity to recover.
Drake: 5, 6, 7….
Amazingly Mya is turning over to her elbows and knees and forcing her way up. She gets to her knees when Moredcai swoops in, takes her by the throat and then heaves her all the way up into the air then ultimately drives her into the canvas with the chokeslam.
Denton is in quite possibly the worse shape we’ve ever seen her in. She lies across her side motionless after that high impact chokeslam from the demonic goliath towering above her. The malice in his eyes broods darker than ever as he watches Mya feebly fighting to get off the canvas.
Drake: 1, 2, 3, 4….
The cadence of Drake’s count grows slower and slower and slower…
Drake: 5, 6, 7, 8….
Mya was given more than enough time to reach her knees and to get one foot beneath her. The crowd applauds her will, but heckle her destruction. A big boot crushes her directly in the face, Mordecai charging in and taking her out with the blow.
Greyson: Okay now, that’s enough….Just stay down Denton.
Sparkles: Yeah, we all know you’re one tough chick, but ain’t nothing worth this.
Mordecai doesn’t even given Drake time to toy with Denton, the monster is not one who shares his playthings. He forces Mya up to her feet by her wrist and then places her in a front chancery before heaving her up into a stalling vertical suplex position. He now begins to walk in circles, allowing all the blood to race directly into Mya’s head before finally falling back into the suplex. Mya’s spine takes a great deal of punishment from this collision with the ring, yet she still sits up and begins to inch her way back to her feet. The moment she stands, Mordecai takes her around the neck and heaves her into the air with ANOTHER stalling vertical suplex.
He steps across the ring hanging Mya upside down for several minutes but this time instead ofdropping back into the suplex, he falls forward. Mya counters the suplex attempt into a front chancery. She now hangs from around Mordecai’s neck, doubling him over and then wrapping her legs around his waist. The front chancery body vice combination has Mya’s opponent stooped over desperately trying to free himself from her clutches.
Greyson: Mya with some life left in her.
Sparkles: She’s fighting for everything she’s worth in there right now.
Greyson: She’s fighting for survival is what she’s doing.
Denton puts all her muscle behind the squeezing of Mordecai’s head and waist, but it isn’t enough. He reaches down and manages to get his arms between her legs and his stomach. He forces Mya’s legs away from his abdomen and then pushes up on them so that Denton ends up being seated across Mordecai’s shoulders. He now rushes across the ring with the intention of throwing her over the ropes into a powerbomb only to have Denton counter by using his own momentum to send HIM flipping over the ropes. Mya drops back and counters his powerbomb into a hurricarana. She falls over the cables of her own accord and uses her legs to pull Mordecai over as well not of his own volition. Mordecai crashes to the ringside mats and then begins to stand up while Denton climbs to her feet on the apron.
She takes a moment to shake off the damage that was done to her via the toss through the table and then takes off across the apron. She leaps off right into a dropkick to Mordecai’s upper back. The blow sends him staggering forward and crashing face first into the exposed turnbuckle post.
His face crushes the post yet Mordecai remains standing…staggered….but standing. He turns away from the post and towards Mya, who has climbed back up onto the apron hoping to continue building momentum. She rushes across the apron and then dives off right into Mordecai’s hand. All that momentum comes to a crashing halt as Mya prepares to go crashing to the mats via her opponent’s chokeslam.
Mordecai takes great pleasure in throwing Mya into the air for the chokeslam only to have Denton suddenly reach out with her legs, wrap them around her opponent’s neck and drop back. She sends Mordecai launching forth after the hurricarana right into the exposed turnbuckle post. This time he DOES go down, Mordecai twisting to the mats and not getting right back up. The impact with the turnbuckle seems to have legitimately phased him and has given Mya the opportunity she desperately needs. Denton climbs up onto the apron beside her laid out opponent, continues to shake off the effects of the plunge through the table and then is handed a steel chair by Kilgore.
Greyson: Ian and Lilith really helping out Mya now and in spite of everything these three have went through the past few weeks it looks like Denton is actually accepting this aid.
Sparkles: She needs it against this spooky son of a bitch.
Denton takes the chair from Kilgore’s hands, looks at the steel and grins. She briefly points back at a stunned Desmond, then takes off across the apron and leaps from it. She sticks the chair under her arm and plants it across Mordecai’s face with an elbow drop.
Greyson: Somewhere Mic Foley is smiling.
Sparkles: Or suing.
The fans are giving mad props to Mya, who rolls to her feet and falls against the apron for support. She now cries out to Desmond to make the ten count, but he’s not doing it. He refuses to budge and instead just stands there shaking his head defiantly.
Drake: You really are delusional if you think I’m counting anything.
Mya: Make the count Cupcake, or I swear you’ll fucking regret it.
Drake actually puts his arms over his chest and turns his back on Mya, pouting in response to her demands.
Greyson: Is Desmond…is Desmond actually throwing a temper tantrum?
Said temper tantrum is about to come back and haunt Desmond in a big way. With his back turned on the plight of Mordecai, Desmond can’t see Mya sliding into the ring behind his pint sized body. She steps in behind Drake and grabs hold of his jersey, Desmond screeching in response.
Mya: I said you’re going to make the GOD DAMNED COUNT!
All of a sudden Desmond feels like Bob Uecker in the hands of Andre the Giant. Mya is no giant but she does have her hands wrapped around his throat, shaking him violently.
The only thing that keeps Denton from strangling the life out of Drake entirely is the interjection of Mordecai. He steps in behind Mya, grabs her by the shoulder and pulls her away from the president. But in the process of being yanked back Denton reaches over her shoulders, ensnares Mordecai’s head in her arms and then flips back into the standing shiranui. In the process of flipping backwards, Denton extends her feet, wedges them to Drake’s chest and kicks him off. She both pushes Drake to the canvas and at the same time uses him as a launching pad to go flipping over backwards into the Cra-Cra. The back of Mordecai’s head crashes into the canvas while Desmond’s whole body goes crashing to the mats.
Greyson: Mya taking out two at once.
Sparkles: And as if Dessie hasn’t suffered enough, look at ringside!
Before Drake could even begin to recover, both Evans and Kilgore are on him, grabbing hold of his arms and forcing him to his feet. Desmond fights for freedom but there’s no stopping either Kiglore or Evans from paying penance to Mya by dragging her foe away from the ringside area.
Sparkles: Where are they going with our Boss?
Greyson: It looks like Mya’s friends are taking off with Desmond.
Drake: Take your damn dirty hands off of me you filthy apes.
Evans silences Drake with another tug on his arm, forcing him to be complaint as he’s pulled through the curtains and into the backstage area. The moment Kilgore, Evans and Drake vanish into the back, referee Fitzpatrick re-emerges rushing towards the ring….a ring where Mordecai is slowly sitting up. However, the moment he sits up he finds his face crushed by the Demented.
Mya nails the shining wizard on the giant, knocking him to his back and pulling the fans out of their seats.
Greyson: Denton following the Cra-Cra with the Demented! She might-might-might have the win here.
All the pieces are in place, now its time to see if they’ll assemble to give Denton this huge victory. She leans against the corner and watches Fitzpatrick make the ten count.
Ingelson: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7…..
Shockingly Mordecai begins to stir, actually sitting up to the dismay of the fans and the distress of Denton.
Ingelson: 8, 9…
Mordecai is on his feet, albeit in a highly disorientated condition. He staggers around, trying to get his balance but is about to wish he had stayed down when Denton steps in holding a steel chair she fetched from ringside. She slams the chair straight over Mordecai’s back, then does it again and again, each shot more vicious than the last. But they seem to be intensifying Mordecai’s wrath rather than anything else. He turns around slowly and that wrath is knocked right out of him via a chair shot across the top of the skull, followed by a second blow across the scalp.
He is reeling yet Mya is rolling. She now steps in for another strike with the chair only to be caught across the throat once again. The chair drops and Mya prepares to follow it right down to the canvas via the chokeslam. Moredcai heaves her up into the air only to have Denton suddenly squirm free, catch her opponent around the skull and counter into a DDT directly into the CHAIR.
Sparkles; AAAAH!
Greyson: Mordecai slammed right into the chair on the top of his head.
Mordecai’s head takes another nasty collision with the chair and his body goes twisting along to a sprawled position across the canvas. Mya is struggling to her feet and falling into the ropes, watching as Fitzpatrick makes the ten count.
Ingelson: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5….
To everyone’s surprise Moredcai begins to stir yet again, prompting Mya to abandon the ring, and reach beneath it. She grabs hold of….ANOTHER chair, and then ANOTHER…and then ANOTHER. She tosses one after another into the ring and then follows them in herself.
Ingelson: 6, 7…..
Mordecai is up before the ten but loses his balance after breaking the official’s count and falls into the corner, he rests against the turnbuckle while Mya is busy turning the chairs into a lego set. She puts two chairs upright and facing one another, then sets a third across them, forming a bridge.
She then turns just in time to see Mordecai staggering out of the corner and going for a lariat. But Mya ducks it and charges into the ropes behind him, bouncing off and coming back in at Moredcai only to be caught under his arm. The ominous giant heaves Mya into the air and drops her with a side slam across one of the chairs she introduced into this match.
Moredcai rolls away to his knees as the official starts ANOTHER ten count.
Ingelson: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5….
Greyson: Mya regretting bringing those chairs into the equation.
Sparkles: It might have just cost her cute little bottom a victory here.
Ingelson: 6, 7, 8….
Mya, her body ravaged with pain, begins to force herself up from the canvas. She barely gets her feet beneath her before the official finishes rendering his count. The moment she stands up, Mordecai steps in, delivers a boot to her gut and then heaves her up and drives her down via the powerbomb onto the chair he side slammed her against.
Ingelson: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6….
Denton is actually beginning to stir, on the cusp of standing up. She rolls to her side when Mordecai steps, grabs her by the legs and places them over his shoulders. His strength is displayed by method of heaving Mya into the air out of a dead lift into a second powerbomb. This time Mordecai turns towards the steel chair platform that Mya just assembled. He is right on the cusp of powerbombing her through it when Denton tries to counter, throwing punches across Mordecai’s forehead.
Sparkles: How is Mya still fighting this after the powerbomb onto that chair.
Three more chairs will cause Denton’s destruction if she does not do something to save herself. She
is still on the cusp of taking the powerbomb and the punches aren’t helping her to avoid it. So she employs another method of escape, biting down directly onto Mordecai’s face. The monster finally drops Denton, not with a powerbomb, she slips off his shoulders and lands behind his back. Mordecai then turns and finds his head caught before Mya flips back into the Cra-Cra that drives the back of her opponent’s head right through the chairs.
Greyson: Denton putting Mordecai down with ANOTHER Cra-Cra…this one through the chairs.
Mya now sits on the canvas leaning back into the bottom rope and looking absolutely spent as she glares at Mordecai’s motionless body and listens to the official making a ten count.
Ingelson: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6……
To the dread of everyone in the MGM Grand, Mordecai begins to sit up. This inspires Denton to do the only thing she can think of to end this match. She turns to her side and spots one of the camera-man lingering dangerously close at the ringside area. Mya reaches out, grabs the electrical cord attached to the camera and rips it out. She then pulls the cord across the ring and wraps it around Mordecai’s wrists.
Greyson: What is Mya doing?
Sparkles: Something I’ve fantasized about her doing to me several times over.
Mya has tied Mordecai’s hands together and rolls under the ropes to the apron, taking the left over slack of the cord and binding it around the bottom rope. The crowd gets to its feet even though Mordecai can’t get to his own. Mordecai tries to sits up but finds his arms still bound to the ropes, impairing his ability to stand up.
Sparkles: Mordecai tied to the ropes….this is equal parts kinky, equal parts awesome.
Greyson: Mya using her brain.
Ingelson: 7, 8….
Mordecai makes another valiant effort to reach his feet, but it’s all for not, he’s still restrained by the cord and latched onto the rope.
Ingelson: 9…
The battered giant fights for everything he’s worth to reach his feet but there’s no breaking free from the grasp of the cord.
Ingelson: 10!
It’s over….Mya’s manipulation of the ringside elements procuring her a major victory here tonight at Upping the Ante against one of her most massive and most daunting of opponents.
Greyson: Somehow, by no small feat, Mya manages to get the win against this giant Mordecai, even when Desmond put himself in as referee.
Sparkles: Mya knows how to tie wrists very well….mmmmmm.
Denton gets to her feet on the apron, leaning on the ropes with sweat dripping from her mangled and aching body. Nevertheless she stumbles into the ring, drops to her knees and begins to celebrate this very hard fought victory. Meanwhile Mordecai still struggles against the electrical cord that cost him a debut victory here in IWC/SIN.
BACKSTAGE
Drake: Take your damned hands off of me this instant! Where are you taking me?
In spite of all of his efforts, Desmond Drake cannot break free from the clutches of Lilith Evans and Ian Kilgore, the two holding him by his striped referee shirt tightly as he’s dragged along through the backstage area. He struggles, but it’s absolutely to no avail, the grip on his jersey way too tight.
Drake: I said let me go this INSTANT!
His demands continue to be ignored, Evans and Kilgore obviously on a mission, which involves leading the midget Principle Owner to an undisclosed location and away from the ring where he could do any further damage to Mya Denton. As the three proceed through the corridor they find themselves passing by a door leading to the trainer’s office. A door that soon flies open with an irate Amanda Blayze being dragged out by two security guards.
Blayze: That’s bullshit…That’s IMPOSSIBLE!
”Surly’ Sam is so thankful for security’s presence, turning the two burly chaps into a human barrier.
’Surly’ Sam: The results are what they are, Mrs. Blayze…..I’m sorry but you tested positive for…well…EVERYTHING!
Blayze: That’s a God damned lie and you know it. There’s no way.
’Surly” Sam: You’re welcome to have your urine dipped again, but I assure you the results will be the same.
Blayze: This is absolutely ridiculous…get your hands off of me!
Amanda pulls her arms out of the clutches of both security guards and threatens them with her raised fists.
Guard: I’m sorry Amanda, but we’re under very strict orders to remove you from the building tonight if you tested positive for any narcotics. Frankly you’re lucky we’re not having the proper authorities notified.
It takes all of Blayze’s strength and will power to force her anger into the pit of her stomach.
Blayze: Alright….alright….I-I brought this on myself….I give in, I’ll comply.
Both men are rendered speechless by this sudden change in Amanda’s disposition. Instead of being the wrathful individual they had to FORCE out of Sam’s office, she sullenly lowers her head and drops all of her defenses.
Guard: Come with us then, Amanda.
Blayze: *Sighs* Fine…lead the way.
The guards take point, yes they’re that stupid. They entirely expose their backs to Bkayze and she takes immediate advantage. She turns and grabs a chair that was leaning against the wall, lifts it up and swings it directly into one of the guard’s big backs. His spine is curved by the blow and his body goes twisting to the floor. The other guard turns wide eyed before having his eyes closed by a chair shot right across the top of his skull. Both men are down on the ground and Blayze is standing over them with chair in hand. Her eyes then slowly turn from her two victims to a man who may very well be her third. ‘Surly” Sam damn near swallows his tongue the moment he sees Blayze approaching with chair in hand.
Blayze: Let’s get a second opinion on that drug test shall we?
BACKSTAGE
Kordy: It makes Kordy so happy to have so many friends looking out for her….
All of Kordy’s words are directed at whomever is standing inside of a room she’s presently sticking her head into. The view of whomever is listening is obscured by the barely open door, Kordy barely able to fit her small head through the slight opening. Her back is the only thing we really get a solid glimpse of, having it turned to the camera while she stands in the corridor.
Kordy: Kordy will make you all as happy as you’ve made Kordy when I go to that ring and make Andre Jordan…tap…tap…tap to become NEW Evolution Champion
The excited Kordy closes the door, obviously very enthused to get to the ring and compete against Jordan for the Evolution Title. However, it remains to be seen rather she will truly be capable of making Jordan do what so many others have to her patented Hello Kordy submission hold….TAP!
Stranger: You’ve made a very good impression on them.
Kordy turns to the unorthodox individual looming in the corridor right beside her. The mystery man sporting a very abstract mask to conceal his face which clashes starkly with the expression black suit clinging to his body. All of that attire inches towards Kordy, as does his fingers, which extend to the challenger for the Evolution Title’s cheek, knuckles brushing her face.
Stranger: And you’ll make an even grander impression when you bring home the Evolution Championship.
Kordy: Thank you, none of this would have been possible without you. Kordy owes you such a debt for setting me down the right path…the path to the Evolution Title.
Stranger: It all culminates tonight, Kordelia. Your road ends in such riches….riches greater even that titles. Winning the Evolution Title is your key…your key to eternal glory…..
Gavin: Ummmm….
This tender and WEIRD moment ends thanks to the tone of Gavin Taylor, speaking up from behind the Stranger. Even though Taylor normally stands out like a soar thumb, tonight he went unnoticed right up until the point where he managed to sneak up on this odd duo, namely the woman who will challenge his tag team partner, Andre Jordan, for his Evolution Championship in a matter of moments.
Gavin: Sorry to interrupt this lil American Horror Story love-fest between the two of you, but before I gag, I just got one thing to say.
Kordy: It isn’t about My Pet Pony is it?
Gavin: No…if you get me started on that topic, we’ll be here for hours, and as I understand it, you’re slated to go out and face Andre for his Evolution Title up next, right?
Kordy: You betcha.
Gavin: Excited?
Kordy: Of course Kordy is excited.
Gavin: Why?
Kordy: Because Kordy is going to be champion.
Gavin: Are you? Even if you SOMEHOW manage to beat Andre tonight, aren’t you going to hand over the Evolution Title to Ethan Von Aaron?
Kordy: Hmmmm….
Kordy’s eyes veer towards the Stranger, who presumably smiles beneath his mask.
Kordy: Kordy and her Stranger, might have OTHER ideas.
Gavin: Awww, that’s cute, Kordy pretending she can think.
That feint hint of a smirk on Kordy’s face has twisted into a very pronounced frown. Her teeth begin to grind to the point where sparks might fly from between her lips.
Gavin: But Kordy, we all know you have no mind of your own. You’ll only do what your agent tells you to do.
Kordy: What does it matter to you what Kordy does when Kordy becomes Evolution Champion?
Gavin: Weeeelll, I just want to know who I’ll be facing for the Evolution Title after this match is over. Excuse me for desiring a little clarity.
Kordy: What? You, challenging for the Evolution Title? Te-he….tehehehehehehe. You made Kordy giggle.
Stranger. Are you not facing Alana Starr for her X-Class Championship tonight?
Kordy: Yeah, and you’ve already got the Tag Team Titles too.
Gavin: Yeah, but while having one title is cool, having a second is even better, and having a third…..well that would just be awesome possum. Hell, I might just become the first ever Grand-Slam champion to hold every title simultaneously.
Kordy: He-he, and some people call Kordy delusional.
Gavin: Because you are little girl, especially if you believe Von Aaron is going to let you leave this arena tonight with the Evolution Title. That is if I decide rather to get involved myself tonight and keep that belt out of your possession.
Ethan: I hope you DO interfere, Gavin.
Another man who customarily stands out like a sore thumb, no, a blood soaked hand, hails by the name of Ethan Von Aaron and steps in behind both his client and the Stranger. Somehow Von Aaron manages to sneak up on both of them just as easily as Gavin did. Though unlike Taylor, Von Aaron isn’t here to threaten Kordy, he’s here to embrace her, putting palms on his client’s shoulders. He wisely stands behind her back while directing his words towards Taylor.
Ethan: Because we’ve seen how well it works out when you TRY to interfere on Andre Jordan’s behalf.
Instead of getting angry, Taylor snidely grins.
Gavin: Soooo, you think I’d just end up costing Andre the title, right?
Ethan: DUH!?! You’ve already done more damage to your tag team partner than we ever could, all so you could soften him up and win his Evolution Championship. And really, I guess Kordy and I should thank you for that, because WE’LL be the ones who take advantage of all your handiwork. Kordy will finally break Jordan’s arm, become the Evolution Champion and then give ME the title.
Gavin: Soooo you think you’re some kind of clairvoyant now, huh?
Ethan: Sure, you can call me that, because I know EXACTLY what’s going to happen tonight.
Gavin: Well Nostradamus, the only thing you can expect here tonight, is the UNEXPECTED. You might just want to talk to your client about HER plans should she somehow win the Evolution Title.
Ethan doesn’t like hearing this and it shows. It takes quite a bit of fortitude for Von Aaron to bite his lip as he wraps an arm with increasing tightness around Kordy’s neck.
Ethan: I’ve heard enough of this, let’s get you to that ring, Kordy, so you can win me a title. Then, when we finish with Andre, we’ll be coming for you, Gavin, to make sure YOUR plans for Alana Starr and her X-Class Title do not go as you had EXPECTED.
Gavin: Try it Ethan, because unlike you, I back up my premonitions, and I foresee TEAM EPIC walking out with ALL of the championships tonight, including your big biscuits X-Class Title.
Ethan: Your so lucky we have a title to go out there and win or so help me I’d avenge what you did to Alana two weeks ago right here and right now…Come along Kordy.
A tug on Kordy’s head forces her to follow him towards the ring where she will challenge for the Evolution Title. Gavin watches them leave while obnoxiously chewing a piece of gum. One can only assume what the expression on the Stranger’s face is as he stares through the slits of his mask at Gavin’s face. He finally parts ways with Gavin in order to follow Kordy into battle, and it doesn’t take long for Taylor to begin trailing the Stranger and everyone else towards the square circle. Now that all parties are out of the way the door that Kordy was talking to someone through at the beginning of this scene becomes the focal point. The door opens just enough for Mika Kozlov, Red Rayne and Silk to come into view, all three of their heads peeking out into the hall, watching with their glowing eyes.
ANDRE JORDAN (C) VS. KORDY
EVOLUTION TITLE
There are a lot of mysterious elements playing out backstage, but what’s pretty transparent is the fact that the Evolution title is about to be up for grabs and Andre Jordan is on his way to the ring to defend it. ‘We Own It’ is blasting through the PA system and Jordan is cutting a path through the crowd. Tabitha Silverstone and Sebastian Knight are right there behind him, following Jordan through the crowd with the Evolution Title glistening over his shoulder.
Greyson: I have no idea what the hell was just going down backstage….
Sparkles: I saw Kordy and tuned out everything else that was going on.
Greyson: Looks like Kordy was talking with the Sinistry’s New Eden, I know that much, and I also know Andre Jordan is about to face his toughest test to date as champion.
Though Jordan is still nursing an injured arm, he managed to bear the weight of fifteen pounds of gold upon his shoulder. He steps over the barricade and up the steel stairs into the ring while Knight and Silverstone remain at ringside, giving their good friend and client the spotlight. Jordan removes the gold from over his shoulder then lifts it high, getting an absolutely riveting response from the fans.
Sparkles: At least we know that Jordan isn’t wearing a fake arm tonight.
Greyson: Andre set Kordy up pretty good on Riot by employing a fake mannequin arm, but it will remain to be seen rather that’s given him any kind of psychological edge over the challenger for his title tonight. A title that Dre has held for over six months, ever since he defeated the Blacklist right before Invictus.
Sparkles: Dre’s creating a dynasty with that belt, but Kordy as Evolution Champion would be absolute magic.
Greyson: If Kordy is even allowed to be champion should she win the belt, remember, Ethan Von Aaron wants her to turn over the title to him IMMEDIATELY should she win the belt.
Sparkles; Though Kordy would have to win it first. We can’t dismiss that Andre is a clutch player. The guy gets it done.
Greyson: We’ll find out if he can rise to the occasion again here tonight.
Andre limbers up for the match, careful to stretch the muscles in his arm that has been targeted over and over and over again in recent months by the Hello Kordy. Is she going to get it locked in here tonight? We’re about to find out as Kordy’s entrance music hits and the challenger comes tearing through the curtains. Kordy looks absolutely fired up, even with Ethan Von Aaron in her ear. He stands right beside his client, filling her head with God only knows what as they make their way towards the ring. The Stranger lurks behind the pair, tailing them at a distance.
Greyson: Well Andre came out with quite the entourage, and Kordy is doing the same.
Sparkles: These two have more people trailing them than Kanye West.
Greyson: It’s going to be interesting to see if any of these people play a role in this Evolution Title match..
Sparkles: You know they will.
Greyson: Given the fact that Ethan is desperate to make his client the Evolution Champion, I can definitely see him interjecting himself in this contest. And the only reason he WANTS Kordy to win the title is so that she can turn the belt over to him later on.
Sparkles: Come on Ethan, don’t be so mean.
Greyson: But it’s like you said, Sparkles. Kordy has to beat Andre first, and that’s a task and a half.
It’s a task Kordy has been preparing for for quite some time. She slides into the ring and stands back in a corner watching just like Andre watches as the referee raises the Evolution Championship into the air. The belt gleams high above official Ingelson’s skull with Jordan and Kordy enchanted by it. They continue to look up at the strap as they step out of their respective corners to the center of the ring. That’s when Kordy suddenly reaches out and grabs the belt, holding it high above her OWN head.
Kordy: Kordy’s gonna kill you! TAP….TAP…TA…
Dre suddenly boots Kordy to the gut, doubling her over before hooking both of her arms. The title is dropped and so is Kordy’s face as she’s planted directly across it with the Game Changer.
Greyson: GAME CHANGER! GAME CHANGER ALREADY BY JORDAN!!
Sparkles: What the fuck? I coughed and had to close my eyes. The match can’t already be over!
The pedigree has driven Kordy’s face into the canvas and all the air out of Ethan’s lungs. He watches with his face going totally white as Dre rolls Kordy over to her back and hooks her leg. Official Ingelson makes the three count, everyone reacting with disbelief.
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Von Aaron can’t let this happen, jumping up onto the apron and threatening to get into the ring. But Jordan cuts him off, leaping to his feet, springing across the ring and driving his fist right across Ethan’s cheek. He twists from the apron to the mats, collapsing straight at the feet of the Stranger. The masked man is not even about to lift a finger to aid a stunned Von Aaron.
Greyson: Jordan takes out the garbage.
Sparkles: How can you say anyone with hair as nice as Von Aaron’s is garbage?
Greyson: Because the man behaves like trash.
No sooner does Andre knock than from the apron before he find his own body being spun around into an attempted blow by Kordy. The Challenger has regained her senses and is now rushing in going for a double axehandle to Andre’s back only to have him spin around and duck in the nick of time. Kordy’s momentum carries her along into the ropes, ricocheting off them chest first then staggering back into Jordan’s waiting arms. He catches her, heaves Kordy into the air and delivers the Opinion Changer
Sparkles: WHAT!?!
Greyson: Now the Opinion Changer devastating Kordy. Jordan’s got the title won yet again.
Tabitha and Sebastian light up at ringside as Jordan crawls into the cover on Kordy, so proud of their fellow Silverstone International member. They’re about to be even prouder when the official slips into position and makes the count to etch Dre’s name in the record books as the greatest Evolution Champion of all times.
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The Stranger has seen enough, stepping over Von Aaron’s body, climbing up onto the apron and attempting to enter the ring. He gets one foot through the ropes before Dre breaks his own pinfall attempt, goes rushing across the ring and drives both of his boots into the side of the Stalker’s head. The basement dropkick sends the Stranger twisting to the outside mats and collapsing right beside Von Aaron.
Greyson: And now the Stranger tries to get involved but Jordan stopping him too.
Sparkles: Yeah, but Kordy was saved again.
Dre turns back towards his opponent and prepares to drop down into the cover once again. He falls with his back across Kordy’s ribs and hooks the leg.
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To Jordan’s shock he is caught around both arms and pulled over out of his pin into Kordy’s pin. She counters into a crucifix, putting Dre across the back of his shoulders and taking the Evolution Title out of his possession.
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The over six month reign of Jordan will NOT end under these circumstances. He gets his shoulders up, drops over onto his knees and now struggles to his feet only to have his arm caught instantly by Kordy. She swings around behind it and TRIES her hardest to get the Hello Kordy tightly clamped on.
Sparkles: Look Lovejoy, look. Kordy’s gonna do exactly what she said she was gong to do, she’s gonna make Dre tap-tap-tap!
The electrified audience watches as Kordy struggles to force Dre down to the canvas and he fights for all he’s worth to avoid it. She almost has him forced down to the canvas into the modified high angle arm bar that has forced so many to submit, including Knight at ringside. However, Jordan is not going to be the latest victim of this hold. He ducks his head, rolls forward across the canvas and frees his arm from Kordy’s clutches. The single minded focus of the challenger remains on the arm though, reaching down in order to grab hold of it, but Dre responds by grabbing her by the bangs and forcing her head under his seat. He takes advantage of her stooped posture in order to get her into position for the Game Changer once again.
Greyson: Now Kordy back in position to take another pedigree.
Sparkles: Not again.
Kordy suddenly wedges her hands to Jordan’s chest though and pushes with all of her strength, shoving the Evolution Champion back into the ropes. He ricochets off and then comes back in at Kordy, who leaps into the air for a Lou Thez Press. But Dre thinks quick and reacts just as quickly, stopping, turning his side to Kordy and catching her across her airborne body across his shoulders. He then drops forward and hits the Finley Roll, then keeps on rolling right along into the nearby turnbuckle. The fans pop like eardrums on an airplane. They all leave their seats in response to Jordan scaling to the top rope then taking to the air, ultimately crashing right down into Kody with the moonsault.
Greyson: Rolling Thunder!
Sparkles: Not my precious Kordy. I don’t even think the whole cast of My Pet Pony can save her now.
First Jordan sits on his knees and takes a breath before falling into the cover, hooking both of the challenger’s legs. The already overworked Ingelson drops down and makes the count to a reaction that might blow the roof off of the MGM Grand. However, as the official’s hand comes down, New Eden comes down as well, rushing right down the ramp. Silk, Red Rayne and Mika Kozlov are bolting straight for the squared circle, stepping over the bodies of Von Aaron and the Stranger in the process.
Greyson: Now it’s New Eden…Now it’s New Eden headed for the ring.
Sparkles: Kordy is truly loved by all.
Although New Eden shows up in force only Silk is able to make it to the apron before being dragged down off of it. Sebastian Knight interferes on Jordan’s behalf and takes great delight in throwing some haymakers across the jaws of the New Eden members. He explodes with anger on all three ladies, the very ones who attempted to injure him four weeks ago on Riot. He gets his vengeance by blasting Rayne across the chin and then giving Mika the same treatment.
Greyson: Knight doing what he was brought in to do, running interference for Silverstone International, and delighting in doing so.
Sparkles: The man’s got a grudge against New Eden after what they did to his knee all those weeks ago.
And it’s that very knee that leads to Knight’s downfall once again. Sebastian was so busy throwing fists into the faces of Rayne and Silk that he lost track of Kozlov, who now comes diving shoulder first into the back of Knight’s knee. The blow brings Knight down to the mats where he’s now pounced upon by all three members of New Eden. They begin to deliver a litany of clubbing blows across his body that only ends when Jordan rushes across the ring, dives through the ropes and comes crashing into all three ladies with a suicide diving headbutt.
Greyson: HUGE DIVE!
Sparkles: Jordan taking out all the hot chicks.
Greyson: But once again they’ve cost him from scoring the pinfall.
Jordan breaks away from the pile of bodies at ringside and then slides back into the squared circle. He no sooner gets to his feet when Kordy lunges into him, taking both of their bodies down to the canvas with the Lou Thez Press. The challenger is on top of her prey, hitting punch after punch across his cheek. The jabs only stop when Kordy is pushed off and sent rolling across the canvas to her feet. She then comes barreling back towards Jordan, who ducks just in time to catch her adversary against his shoulders. Dre heaves Kordy into the fireman’s carry and then flips forward into the Finley Roll. He connects with the move and then sits up, about to roll forward into the ropes only to instead find his body rolling back. Kordy hooks both of Dre’s arms from behind and keeps him from rolling into the corner to hit the moonsault, by rolling him over backwards instead into the crucifix pin. But instead of going for the pinfall, Kordy lets Dre drop over to his gut and transitions right into the Hello Kordy.
Greyson: She’s got it locked in this time!
Sparkles: Hello Kordy….Hello Kordy…Hello Kordy!!
Greyson: And a brilliant transition into it.
The wounded arm is trapped in the Challenger’s clutches, her body leaning back into Dre’s ribs and twisting his shoulder at such a disturbing angle. Dre tries to resist the compulsion to submit to the serious strain being placed upon his appendage. Instead of giving up Jordan rolls to his side away from Kordy, pulling her up and over his own body. As a result Kordy is forced to break the submission, rolling over to her knees with Andre standing up in front of her. He then steps over the back of Kordy’s head, hooking her arms and going for the Game Changer. He leaps into the air, right on the cusp of hitting his pedigree only to have Kordy swing around at the last second, freeing her head, grabbing Dre’s arm and forcing him down to the canvas straight into the Hello Korody.
Greyson: She’s got it locked in again….HELLO KORDY!
Sparkles: She’s going to stay true to her word, she’s going to make Dre tap…tap….tap.
Kordy is wrenching back repeatedly on the arm, bending it at an angle no limb was EVER supposed to be bent at.
Kordy: Kordy says TAP…TAP….TAP!
Jordan lifts his free hand into the air, right on the verge of swinging it into the canvas. Only he balls up his knuckles and then drops into a forward roll, amazingly managing to counter the Hello Kordy and ending up straight on his feet. He twists around and falls into the nearest turnbuckle, leaning against it and squeezing at his swollen shoulder. Kordy lunges to her feet and closes the distance between them, bolting at her opponent and leaping into a big splash. But Jordan side steps her, causing Kordy to go crashing right into the corner. She bounces off and then comes staggering back into Dre’s waiting arms. He catches her and heaves her into the air, delivering the Opinion Changer….But wait…NOOO…Kordy manages to slip off of Dre’s shoulders and catch him by the arm on the way down. Andre falls to his stomach and Kordy lands at his side, leaning back into his ribs with the Hello Kordy established for a THIRD time.
Greyson: Another counter into another Hello Kordy.
Sparkles: This time right in the middle of the ring.
Greyson: Dre may not be able to escape it this time.
The Evolution Champion is grimacing in such agony as Kordy leans back into the high angle armbar. But Jordan’s not going to stay in this hold for very long, let alone submit to it. He rolls to his side away from Kordy, flipping her over his body and countering …no…Kordy flips over Dre but in the process twists her body so that he comes back down across his stomach and she continues to lean back into the Hello Kordy.
Jordan is lifting his free hand into the air, looking both shocked and disturbed by this agony flowing all throughout his limb. He balls up that hand though and then ducks his chin to his chest before rolling forward across the canvas, escaping yet again….No….Kordy rolls right along with Dre this time and ends up bringing him down to his stomach with Kordy leaning back into the Hello Kordy.
Greyson: Kordy not allowing Jordan to escape again, she’s still got him in the Hello Kordy.
Sparkles: The heat is on…da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da…the heat is on.
Greyson:: What the hell are you doing?
Sparkles: One of the theme songs to Beverly Hills Cop.
Greyson: Well stop it.
In spite of the agony flowing through his arm, Jordan manages to begin pulling himself across the ring, nearing the ropes and reaching out for them. However, his hand falls just short of the cables, landing on the canvas. He balls up his fingers and bites down on his knuckles, trying his absolute best to keep from submitting to the blinding pain that is coursing through his arm. He suddenly swings his palm down towards the ring but stops it mere inches removed from the canvas, AGAIN resisting that urge to submit.
Kordy: Kordy says TAP…TAAAAAP!. TAAAAAAAPPPP!!!
Jordan will not do as instructed, instead he makes one last desperate lunge for the ropes and manages to get a finger wrapped around the middle cable
Greyson: Astonishing, absolutely astonishing.
Sparkles: How the hell is Jordan doing this. Nobody escapes tapping to the Hello Kordy, no one….not even Kurt Russell, God bless your soul Snake Plisken.
Greyson; Erm, Sparkles. Kurt Russel is still alive.
Sparkles: That’s a matter of opinion.
Official Ingelson starts a five count on Kordy, who refuses to break the arm, instead intent on snapping it. Ingelson reaches four and Kordy finally releases Dre, allowing him to roll to salvation upon the apron. He slowly stands up on the apron while on the mats behind him a war has one again broken out, a war of words. Ethan Von Aaron and the Stranger are back on their feet, as well as New Eden, all of them seemingly bickering over who’s supposed to be helping Kordy obtain the Evolution Championship….well Ethan argues and Red Rayne just hisses at him repeatedly.
Dre is rising to his feet on the apron above them, getting to his feet when Kordy steps in and latches onto his neck, applying the front chancery. She steps up onto the middle rope and shows a remarkable amount of strength by attempting to heave Dre into a vertical suplex BACK into the ring. But Dre shifts his weight and comes back down on the middle rope feet first. He refuses to be flipped over into the squared circle and instead counters into a flip of his own.
The fans rise collectively to their feet when Dre suplexes Kordy over the ropes and sends her crashing down right into all those who attempted to help her win the title. Kordy crushes New Eden, Ethan and the Stranger on the mats beneath her.
Sparkles: YAAAAAAH!!
Greyson: Andre superplexing Kordy into all of her friends!!
A huge mound of bodies now lay on the mats with Kordy and Jordan on top of them, struggling to regain their senses. Tabitha stands just a few inches away, shouting at her client Dre to get up. Jordan is attempting to do to just that, forcing himself up towards his feet, but Kordy is doing the same. At that exact moment Knight moves in and picks up where he left off against New Eden. Yet again he and the three ladies find themselves in combat, battling their way up the ramp and into the back, taking each other out of this equation. Tabitha follows behind them, screeching threats at New Eden, warning them to take their hands off of Knight. She too eventually fades into the backstage area.
As these fighters brawl into the back, Jordan and Kordy brawl into the ring. Dre is blasting Kordy over the spine repeatedly while forcing her into the ring. Kordy rolls into the squared circle and just begins to stand up when Andre starts sliding in after her only to be caught around the neck and the arm. Kordy is right on top of him and setting up for the Can Opener DDT.
Somehow Dre manages to counter, standing up and back dropping Kordy over the ropes in the process. Yet she manages to grab the top cable, float over and land feet first on the apron. Dre spins around and comes back at Kordy with a shoulder aimed at her ribs, a shoulder that Kordy manages to leap over. She then catches Dre around the waist, rolling him over backwards into the sunset flip.
But Dre rolls right back out of the pin and onto his knees only to have Kordy sit up and catch his arm, forcing the Evolution Champion down to his chest and into the Hello Kordy.
Greyson: HELLO KORDY!
Sparkles: EPIC!!
The fans are at an absolute fevered pitch at this point, watching as Kordy leans back into the hold, putting such incredible strain on his arm. But Dre is refusing to succumb to it. He digs down deeper than he’s ever dug before and extends his free hand out towards the ropes. He digs his claws into the canvas, forcing his way across the ring, nearing the ropes yet finding them so far removed. He drags Kordy along behind him, but only gets so far before falling flat across his stomach. His hand remains outstretched, hovering precariously over the canvas.
Sparkles: It’s gonna happen, it’s finally gonna happen. Kordy’s gonna make him tap.
Greyson: He could only fight this hold for so long. He’s been trapped in it repeatedly, and his arm could only tolerate so much wear and tear.
Sparkles: It’s been picked apart over and over again, culminating to this…the closing moments of what has been a thrilling encounter.
Andre lifts his hand into the air, verging on submitting, verging on giving over to the pain. The fans are begging him not to do it. Everyone is BEGGING Dre to hang in there. But after so much stress, after so many attacks on the arm throughout the months building into this Evolution Title defense, the world might be expecting too much of their champion. Finally his hand falls to the canvas to the dejection of the fans…only he doesn’t submit. No, his palm slams into the canvas in order to push his body up and drag it towards the ropes
Kordy: TAAAAAPPP!!!
Jordan won’t do it, he refuses to do it, he refuses to give Kordy his title that he’s fought so valiantly to defend over this past year. He reaches out for the cables, his index finger so close, so very close to reaching the ropes. That’s when Von Aaron leaps into action. He rushes around the ring, grabs the bottom rope Dre was reaching for and pulls back on it, keeping it away from his hand.
Greyson: Von Aaron pulling that rope just out of Andre’s reach.
Sparkles: This is what a good agent does.
Greyson: Cheat mercilessly?
Sparkles: Exactly.
But Von Aaron’s actions come back to haunt his client.
Referee Ingelson is demanding that Kordy break her patented submission after the ropes were pulled away from Andre’s fingers. An outraged Kordy releases Dre from the hold that may have won her the championship and now directs her anger towards her agent at ringside. She leans through the ropes, yelling at Von Aaron for moving the ropes, but Von Aaron shouts right back at her, scolding her for her tone. Finally the Challenger turns back to her opponent, charging at the champion only to run right into the Thrill Ride.
Jordan plants Kordy with the sky high press then leans with his shoulders into the creases of her knees.
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Kordy manages to get her shoulder up, twisting away from Dre, who begins to will himself up to his feet. It takes everything that either athlete has left to reach their feet and for Kordy to turn right into a boot aimed at her gut. She manages to catch Jordan’s inbound foot though and then send it swinging away from her body. Jordan spins in a full circle and turns back into a boot to his own gut. Kordy grabs him by the wrist and pulls him forward into an attempt at the front chancery followed by the Can Opener DDT only to have Dre counter, catching her and swinging her around into the Get, Got.
Jordan leans down into the lateral press.
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Kordy BARELY gets her shoulder up a half second before losing out on another opportunity at the Evolution Title.
Sparkles: Looks like both of these athletes have exhausted their arsenal of moves in this match, and STILL haven’t been able to close this out.
Greyson: Kordy just keeps kicking out, and Andre won’t tap out. We’re at an impasse at this point.
Jordan has to be questioning himself in regards to what he can hit Kordy with that would successfully put her down. He finally comes up with something, deciding that what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. He grabs Kordy’s leg and lifts it into the air, applying the ankle lock.
Greyson: Ankle lock is established.
Sparkles: Andre can’t pin her, so now he’s forced to make her submit.
Jordan is just about to get the ankle lock applied before he spots Von Aaron climbing up onto the apron, trying to get his attention. He does get someone’s focus, the referee’s. Ingelson steps in and shouts at Von Aaron, who won’t back down in spite of these impassioned pleas.
Referee Ingelson is still shouting at Von Aaron, but should be more preoccupied with the individual climbing up onto the apron behind him. The Stranger gets to the apron and draws Andre’s focus away from the ankle lock. He now comes rushing at the Stranger only to have powder thrown by the Masked Man straight into Jordan’s eyes.
Greyson: HEY….The Stranger just threw powder in Dre’s eyes.
Sparkles: What the hell?
.Jordan staggers back, blinded by the powder damaging his retinas and staggering into the boot of Kordy followed by the Can Opener DDT. The official finally turns around in time to spot the pin, dropping into position and making the count.
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The Hello Kordy wouldn’t make Jordan tap, so it comes down to the Can Opener DDT to get the job done…or at least ALMOST get the job done.
Jordan to the disbelief of thousands, gets his shoulder up seconds before he could lose the Evolution Title. He might be blinded, his arm might be crippled, but he STILL kicks out.
Greyson: That didn’t just happen. Tell me that didn’t just happen.
Sparkles: When did you turn into Booker T? I swear to God if you sit out here at commentary and start quacking like a duck or making statements about daddy’s not wanting none, or use the term “WAT DUH HALE’… I’m officially having your mic cut..
Greyson: Can you blame me for being a tad bit surprised to see Andre kick out even after the Can Opener DDT and being blinded by the Stranger?
Kordy is on the verge of blowing her top, before she regains her focus when seeing a steel chair sliding in under the ropes. Von Aaron tosses it inside and now insists that Kordy use it on Dre.
Greyson: History repeating itself. This is exactly what happened during Kordy’s last title match against Jordan. ‘
Sparkles: And it ended up causing Kordy to get DQed and lose her opportunity at the title.
Ethan: USE THE DAMNED CHAIR!
Kordy looks between her opponent and the steel chair she’s expected to use upon him.
Ethan: I said use it!!
Von Aaron climbs up onto the apron with the official right in front of him, insisting he drop back to the ringside area. At the same time the Stranger is climbing back up onto the apron behind Kordy, snapping his fingers to get her attention. Kordy turns her back to both Dre and the chair, staring at the Stranger who now employs his finger to wag it through the air, whispering the words ‘no-no-no.’
Obviously Kordy is torn between the instruction of Von Aaron and the instruction of the Stranger, unsure who’s path she should follow. Her mind is so conflicted, even as she staggers back right into the waiting arms of Dre. Although Andre is barely able to see, he has enough vision to make out the form of Kordy backing towards him. He quickly spins her around, delivers a kick to her gut, hooks both of her arms and gives her the Game Changer driving Kordy’s head right the steel chair.
The official was out of position to see it given his preoccupation with Von Aaron. Finally Ethan falls from the apron and the official turns around spotting Dre hooking Kordy’s leg for the three. The ref drops right down into position and makes the most important count of this contest thus far, one that will undoubtedly decide the fate of the Evolution Title.
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Greyson: Dre a half second away from retaining the title!
Sparkles: Poor Kordy!
Ingelson’s hand is JUST coming down to slap the canvas a third time before a huge elbow crushes the back of his skull. Von Aaron dives into the ring just in time to plant his elbow into Ingelson’s cranium.
Greyson: Dammit Ethan…dammit!
Sparkles: That’s my boy. He’s keeping Kordy’s title hopes alive.
Greyson: By knocking out the damned referee? This is going too far.
The Stranger now enters the ring and watches as Von Aaron scrambles across it into boots across the bridge of Jordan’s nose.
Greyson: And now Von Aaron is attacking a BLINDED Jordan.
Sparkles: As if the man wasn’t already at enough of a disadvantage.
Ethan delivers kick after kick to Dre’s face and now removes his fashionable suit jacket before flinging it down at Jordan. He then balls up the coat around his fist and begins to deliver punches across Dre’s cheek while the Stranger just continues to stand back watching this whole scene unfold.
Just as the crowd is about to lose all hope for Dre and his chances of emerging here tonight as the Evolution Champion, here comes help….maybe.
Here comes salvation….possibly.
Here comes the cavalry…perhaps.
It remains to be seen what effect the man rushing down the ramp will have, be it as help or hindrance for Jordan. We’re about to find out as the co-holder of the tag team titles slides into the ring.
Gavin Taylor rushes in behind the Stranger, grabs him by the back of the head and the pants then charges him at the ropes, eventually throwing him through to the outside.
Sparkles: Gavin Taylor to the…to the….to the rescue?
Greyson: I’m just as shocked as you are, Sparkles.
Sparkles: Of course you would be, you do have your hand up my ass right now controlling everything I say and think.
Von Aaron can hear the sudden swell in positive energy. He stands up and turns just in time to spot Gavin stooping over and picking up the steel chair. Taylor now swings the steel down into the canvas and pulls back on it, energizing himself to swing at Von Aaron’s skull. Ethan steps back however, palms opened and outstretched. He then gestures over his shoulder to the corner where a recovering Jordan has got to his feet and is desperately trying to rub away the powder thrown into his eyes by the Stranger. Sadly Jordan remains all but blind, unaware that Von Aaron is standing behind him pleading with Gavin to use the chair in Taylor’s hands on Jordan.
Ethan: This is it man….this is your big chance. You don’t want to see Andre with the Evolution Title anymore than I do.
Gavin: Maybe….
Taylor lowers the chair and raises a finger to his chin.
Gavin: But I damn sure don’t want to see YOU with the title.
The chair in Taylor’s hands is twisted and the top edge driven straight into Von Aaron’s ribs. Ethan doubles over but before he can even cry out in pain he’s being grabbed by the back of the head, charged across the ring and thrown through the ropes to the outside mats. The building fills with the piercing roars of the crowd as Taylor has done the unthinkable and SAVED Andre…a man Gavin was once bent on seeing destroyed.
Greyson: It seems that Gavin has finally found the courage to do what’s just!
Gavin throws down the chair, then shouts over the ropes at both the Stranger and Ethan recovering at ringside.
Gavin: I told you this wouldn’t go how you predicated it would, Ethan.
It definitely hasn’t, Ethan definitely not foreseeing his current plight, and the fact that Gavin SUCCESSFULLY aided Andre. Taylor now backs up right as Andre is staggering out of the corner, still trying to rub the blinding powder out of his eyes. But he has enough vision to see the feint outline coming towards him, prompting Dre to instinctively grab the target and heave them into the Opinion Changer straight across the chair.
Gavin roars in agony as his back is driven straight into the steel.
Sparkles: What has ANDRE DONE!?!
Greyson: He…he…he JUST gave Gavin the Opinion Changer on the chair.
Jordan continues to wipe the powder out of his eyes, finally regaining enough sight to realize who it was he just drove into the chair. When he spots Gavin grabbing at his kidneys, Jordan slaps his hands on top of his shaking head.
Sparkles: This is what Gavin gets for doing the right thing?
Greyson: I…I have to believe that Andre wasn’t aware of his actions here. I think he was still blinded by that powder in his eyes.
Sparkles: Is it safe to assume that Andre is no longer in your Fave 5?
Greyson: What the fuck are you even talking about? Is this another Booker T reference?
Sparkles: Only one of his best ever.
The crowd is perhaps even more stunned than Andre as he glares down at the traumatized Gavin. In his state of shock he’s caught by the wrist, turned around and driven skull first into the chair with the Can Opener DDT.
Andre flips over to his back and Kordy is crawling into the cover.
Greyson: Kordy taking advantage! Kordy taking advantage of Andre’s miscue.
Sparkles: Can Opener DDT on the mother-lubbin chair!
Ingelson is at last regaining his consciousness, starting to come through but not coming through fast enough. The Stranger slides into the ring, grabs Ingelson by the shirt, lifts him from the canvas and then THROWS him into proper position to make the count.
Though dazed Ingelson can still see the pinfall happening, hence why his arm is unconsciously raising to make the count.
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Jordan has survived multiple attempts at the Hello Kordy, a Can Opener DDT, a blinding, but what he couldn’t overcome was the shock of his mistaken Opinion Changer on Gavin, followed by the greater shock of ANOTHER Can Opener DDT into the chair. He cannot kick out as the official’s hand slaps the canvas for the third and final time.
Greyson: OH MY LORD!
Sparkles: Wait a miiinnuuteee, someone call the PO-LICE!
Greyson: I am NOT turning into Booker T dammit!
Jaws have to be picked up off of floors as Kordy sits up and screams in elation. She rolls away from Jordan and to her knees immediately demanding to be handed the Evolution Championship.
Greyson: I don’t believe what I’m seeing here….this has to be the upset of all upsets.
Sparkles: Oh my GOODNESS!
Greyson: Stop with the Booker T shit dammit! This is a serious moment, the Evolution Title has just…has just changed hands.
An exhausted Kordy isn’t too tired to take the Evolution Title from the hands of the Stranger, who has fetched the gold from ringside. Kordy immediately hugs the title and pins it against her chest while dropping to her knees in the middle of the ring. The gold plate of the Evolution Title is pressed to her cheek as laughter emanates from her lungs.
All the while Jordan is twisting over to his side, holding his skull and realizing that his over six month Evolution Title reign has just come to an end. His eyes, which are at last capable of discerning more than mere broad shapes, turn towards Gavin, who has rolled to the outside of the ring and is staggering backwards up the ramp.
Although Taylor wants to lash out in anger, he keeps his mouth shut, taking appreciation of Dre’s loss here tonight. Andre eventually rolls to the outside and drops to his knees across the mats, looking absolutely devastated by what just happened. Jordan is further impacted when his eyes shift to the Cartel-tron where Kordy is seen across the big screen holding up the Evolution Championship and basking in this victory.
Sparkles: Kordy pursued a dream and she has now accomplished it. We have a NEW Evolution Champion crowned. Ducky-ducky-Quack-Quack.
Greyson: Enough with the Booker T shit already and furthermore….Oh ho-ho-ho look at this.
Kordy has no sooner raised the Evolution Title above her head before feeling the belt being slid out of her palm. She tightens her grasp on the strap and turns her eyes to the smiling face of Von Aaron.
Ethan: Alright, you’ve had you fun, now turn it over.
For weeks building into this match Von Aaron insisted that should Kordy win the title, that his client give HIM the title as reimbursement for all the time and energy Von Aaron invested in her. And now we see how serious he was in making those demands, tugging repeatedly on the title that Kordy will not let go.
Ethan: I said give it.
Kordy: But-but-but Kordy earned it!
Ethan: Why you ungrateful little….
Suddenly the Stranger intervenes. Stepping in between Kordy and Ethan, forming a barrier between agent and client. In the process Kordy is able to pull her Evolution Title back to her chest and cradle it there like a newborn infant. Von Aaron has no idea what to think as he watches the Stranger back up to Kordy’s side, all the while keeping his piercing eyes locked on Ethan’s face. Anger and resentment continues to build in Von Aaron as he watches his client leave the ring with the title that was SUPPOSED to be HIS.
BACKSTAGE
Drake: If you don’t let me go I’ll scream rape, I swear I will!
Lilith Evans and Ian Kilgore remain numb to the threats of Desmond, who’s squirming gets him no closer to freeing his tiny arms from the two individuals dragging him through the corridor.
Lilith: Scream all you want, Desmond, it’s not going to change your fate.
Drake: Why-why are you doing this to me? Huh? HUH!?! I thought we were….were…TIGHT!
Lilith: You thought wrong Desmond.
Ian: We only agreed to help you with Mya because we honestly thought you had her best interests at heart, but now we see your nothing but a manipulative scoundrel.
Drake: Mya’s playing you, she’s playing you just like she played me.
Lilith: No, we won’t be played by anyone ever again, especially not YOU.
Ian: We finally figured out how we could truly get Mya the help she needs.
Drake: And-and-and how is that?
Lilith: We’ll start by feeding you to her
The conversations ends at the same time that their bodies stop outside of a door, one that is quickly pushed open with Desmond just as quickly being pushed through. Drake staggers into the room and the door is swung shut behind his back, trapping him inside with the very last individual he’d want to be locked in a room with.
Mya: Howdy Cupcake.
Desmond’s entire disposition radically changes, going pale white, well pale white-ER at the sight of Mya Denton casually seated in a chair several feet away. She sits behind a table, swaying from side to side and tilting a champagne bottle by the neck from right to left.
Mya: Recognize this?
Denton lifts the champagne bottle into the air and the sight of it makes a lump form in his throat bigger than his whole body.
Drake: Should I?
Playing it aloof won’t work this time.
Mya: Oh yes, you should recognize it. Because this bottle right here, is the very one we toasted drinks out of on that night so many months ago. The bottle we drank of before I fainted and you took advantage of me.
Drake: Yeah, so?
Mya: So, I had the contents inside tested, and guess what Cupcake?
Drake: No, I’m not guessing anything. Your crazy..bat-shit CRAZY, I won’t hear any more of this.
Desmond reaches out for the doorknob, desperately tugging on it no avail. The door is presumably held shut from the other side.
Mya: You can’t run from the truth any longer, and you can’t hide what you did to me.
Drake: How did you even get that bottle?
Mya: That’s not important, what is, is what was found inside of it. Trace remnants of Ambien…Care to explain how they got in our bottle of champagne, Dessie. Come now, talk your way out of this one.
Drake: I-I-I…
It seems at long last Drake’s tongue has been latched in a shackle, and he can’t worm his way out of it.
Drake: I was FRAMED!
Mya: Don’t be silly. No one’s going to buy that. They know, just like I know, that you are nothing but a perverse twisted little man, who had to stoop to having me drugged just to have his way with me in bed.
Drake: Actually it was on a desk…
Mya; So you admit it?
Drake: I admit nothing!
Mya: Well now I’m the one who has YOU bent over a desk, Cupcake. And there are two ways I can handle this. One option is to take this bottle to the authorities and have you thrown in jail…or….
Drake: What do you want?
Desmond cuts straight through the fat and grizzle.
Myya: Whatever my heart desires….and you’ll give it to me…OR ELSE!
Mya takes such delight in watching the Principle Owner lower his face into his palm, humbled and defeated.
Mya: Face it. I OWN YOU.
BACKSTAGE
The enclosed parking lot continues to be congested with traffic desperately trying to get into the MGM Grand. However, the colorful van driven by Ambrosia goes on blocking the influx of vehicles. She’s determined to continue her tailgating activities, even if it comes at the detriment of so many trying to deliver their goods. She continues to flip hamburgers and turn hotdogs on a grill while blocking out both the car horns blaring in the background and the conversation between Karen McBride and FORMER head referee, Stuart Wright. Though a fire wages inside of the grill, all the heat is in the conversation between the two standing beside it, Principle Owner and former Head Referee.
Karen: Stuart, this is not the time nor the place. I’ve got other matters to deal with…
McBride gestures towards Ambrosia, who is now putting a bratwurst in a bun and handing it over to Abigail Lindsey….wait a minute, back track….Abigail Lindsey?
Wright: But what Kloe did to me isn’t fair. She had no standing to remove me as Head Referee and replace me with Marcus Mayfield.
Karen: Reeeeally? So Kloe Masters had NO standing to demote you, huh?
Wright: None whatsoever.
Karen: Funny, cause it seems to me every time I turn around your either showing biasness towards your Sinistry chums, or hitting on underage girls in the stands instead of doing your job as referee.
Wright: Hey, it’s not my fault so many parents let their smoking hot daughters roam the streets without proper escort. Every time I approach them in the stands, all I’m trying to do is impart some valuable lessons to them about the dangers of showing off so much skin when there are so many lecherous pervs around.
Karen: You expect me to buy that?
Wright: It depends. Are you?
Karen: No.
Wright: Damn!
Karen: Kloe’s decision stands, I’m not even about to try and overturn it, Marcus Mayfield is the new Head Referee here in the IWC, and you’re lucky to even still have a job. Now if you’ll excuse me I have matters that actually DESERVE my attention to deal with.
The moment McBride turns to find Ambrosia handing over a bratwurst to Abigail, Karen’s mind is instantly inundated with questions.
Abigail: So we’re still on for tonight, right?
Ambrosia: I’ll tell you the same thing I told Fury….YES…now stop asking.
Abigail: Just got one more question is all. Can I trust you?
Ambrosia: She’ll be fine, I’ll help her. Now stop fussing and start stuffing…
A bottle of mustard is removed from a holster around Ambrosia’s waist and squeezed until the bratwurst in Abi’s hand is saturated in condiment.
Karen: Excuse me, Abigail.
Lindsey turns from the bratwurst submerged in mustard to the Principle Owner submerged in thoughts.
Abigail: How can Abi help ya doll-face?
Karen: Sorry to pester you, know you’ve got a HUGE match against the Sinistry, GOOD Movement alliance tonight, and everyone’s rooting for you…
Abigail: Awww…nice to feel loved.
Karen: You’ve got a lot on your plate…I understand that, but if I could trouble you to just take a second and talk to your sister Brittany…
Abigail: Whoa-whoa? Me, talk to Britt? Why?
Karen: Honestly? Your sister’s been a bit of a powder keg. A lose cannon, and she demonstrated that earlier tonight against Mason….
Abigail: Oh…I see now.
Karen: See? See what?
Abigail: That the only reason you want me to talk to Brittany, is to talk her down, and make sure she doesn’t come after your best friend again, right?
Karen: Erm…um…no. Of course not. I just want to put an end to all the chaos here in the IWC, and your sister has been a harbinger of chaos since she first showed up in this federation. Lately, all of her CHAOTIC behavior has been linked to her desire to talk to you. So maybe you should just listen…
Abigail: And maybe YOU should butt out.
Karen: Abi….come on…
Abigail: No, I’m tired of being told what to do. Who I can see. Who I can love. Who I can marry. Brittany thinks she can control me. She can control every aspect of my life. But she doesn’t hold power over me, and neither do you.
Karen: Well I am kind of your boss.
Abigail: Then let’s keep this relationship PROFESSIONAL. Stop trying to meddle in my personal life. If I’m going to talk to Brittany, it’ll be when I’M good and ready to do it.
McBride finds herself more than just a tad bit stunned by this incredible change in Lindsey’s whole demeanor. Abi comes off far more intense and bitter than she has in the past, and far less cute than everyone is accustomed to seeing.
Abigail: Now I have to go slip into something more comfortable….Later GIRL.
She giggles and waves goodbye before merrily walking away, leaving McBride in an altogether vexed state. Of course Karen has to quickly collect herself when juggling so many business matters all at once. Finally she turns back towards Ambrosia, who is still flipping hamburgers, oblivious to little else going on around her.
Karen: Alright Ambrosia…FINAL WARNING. You either move this van right now, or I’ll have it moved.
Ambrosia: What’s with the hostility dear? Here, have a pickle, it’ll brighten your day.
A grilled pickle is raised with a pair of tongs and flailed a few inches removed from McBride’s face. She takes a deep breath and begins to rub her temples, trying to fight off her pulsating migraine.
Ambrosia: A pickle won’t do it, huh? Maybe this will…
A hotdog is removed from the grill and slapped into a bun.
Ambrosia: You look so thin and malnourished, no wonder you’re getting so impatient. Take a bite of this, Boss.
Before McBride can react the hotdog is being forced into her mouth.
Karen: What the hell?
Karen slaps the hotdog out of her mouth and out the hands of Ambrosia.
Karen: What’s wrong with you?
Ambrosia: Just trying to help alleviate some of your stresses.
Karen: Hmmm, well maybe you CAN help in that department.
McBride grabs a bottle of ketchup from the rack off to the side of the grill and shoots it straight into Ambrosia’s eyes. She goes staggering back swiping her palms across her eyes while Karen’s peepers twist across the parking lot, settling on the disgruntled referee Wright several feet away.
Karen: Stuart!
Wright: Huh?
Wright was in the middle of watching episodes of Pretty Little Liars on his Iphone before hearing his name called
Karen: You want to prove yourself? Get your ass over here and referee my Hardcore Match against Ambrosia.
Wright: What?
Karen: It’s starting right here and NOW.
AMBROSIA VS. KAREN MCBRIDE
HARDCORE MATCH
McBride makes her announcement before plowing shoulder first into Ambrosia’s ribs and charging her spine first straight into the side of the colorful van. Ambrosia hits the vehicle then doubles over in pain before McBride takes hold of some relish and other condiments plated on a table off to the side of the grill, pelting Ambrosia with them.
At last the voices of Greyson Lovejoy and Sparkles from the commentators table filter into the background.
Sparkles: The fuck?
Greyson: Ambrosia and McBride scheduled for a Hardcore Match tonight but the Principle Owner so frustrated by this bizarre young lady she’s enticed to start that match right now!
Sparkles: More Karen is never a bad thing, but a frustrated Karen is.
McBride has hands wedged to her gut and is shoved backwards in the direction of the grill, turning away from Ambrosia and finding herself almost tumbling into the heated steel. She swings her arms to remain upright and keep from ending up with a face more charred than one of the hamburger patties presently simmering across the grill’s surface.
Ambrosia rushes in behind her and removes a spatula from a holster in her belt, swinging the steel weapon right into the back of McBride’s head. She doubles over and twists away from Ambrosia who now grabs a jar of pickles, waiting for the Principle Owner to turn around. At last Karen spins around and has the entire glass jar shattered across the top of her skull.
Sparkles: Not the face!
Greyson: Guess Karen should have taken Ambrosia up on the offer to eat one of those fried pickles.
Sparkles: Did you see that right dere dawg!?!
Greyson: STILL going on with this Booker T non-sense?
Sparkles: If it’s irritating you then yes.
Karen falls to a knee with glass remnants and pickle juice spilling from her body. Ambrosia now drags her up into a side headlock and rushes across the parking lot, turning her head into a battering ram that is driven into the side of the van.
McBride bounces off and stumbles back, swinging her arms to remain upright as she almost falls over onto the grill. A welt has formed across the top of her head and already blood is beginning to dribble down her face. Though she is very shaken up Karen has the wherewithal to remain upright and then to catch Ambrosia as she comes rushing in, hooking the twisted veteran’s arm and hip tossing her spine first right on top of the grill.
The sound of Ambrosia’s skin sizzling can be heard and the smell of her baking flesh infects the parking lot. Ambrosia rolls off of the grill and onto the floor, grabbing at her potentially charred back. She slowly begins to inch her way to her feet in spite of potentially suffering some first degree burns, Ambrosia rises to an upright base just in time to spot McBride turning the wheel mounted grill and shoving it along. The steel siding of the grill slams right into Ambrosia’s ribs, doubling her over and causing her to go staggering back into one of the delivery trucks that was trying to get into the building but couldn’t get past her van.
She pushes up off the hood of the truck as the driver peeks his head out and begins to shout at the dangerous sociopath. Karen becomes a bit psychotic herself stepping in, grabbing the back of Ambrosia’s head and swinging it down into the hood’s surface. Ambrosia bounces off and stumbles around the truck, falling right into the driver. The delivery man is then thrown by Ambrosia right into the inbound McBride.
The Principle Owner guides him out of the way and then rushes towards her adversary only to have a physical obstruction block her path. That obstruction being the driver’s side door to the truck being swung open by Ambrosia and crashing directly into McBride’s face. Karen falls to the pavement and Ambrosia comes down on top, delivering punch after punch after punch across Karen’s face.
Referee Wright stands back with a bewildered expression on his face, unsure what he’s supposed to do about all of this. All he does is watch at this point as Ambrosia grabs both of McBride’s legs before dropping back and catapulting her right into the side of the panel truck.
Karen bounces off the side of the vehicle and leaves an indentation of her body against its surface.
Greyson: Wow, those poor drivers. Not only did Ambrosia keep their cars from getting into the MGM Grand tonight, but now their vehicles are being employed as weapons in this Hardcore Match. Keep in mind, there are NO rules in this type of encounter, AND falls can count anywhere.
Sparkles: Captain Exposition strikes again.
Ambrosia turns McBride around into a side headlock then turns her into a battering ram, rushing across the parking lot on the cusp of driving the Principle Owner’s head into the side of a Ford Pinto only to be shoved off at the last second. Ambrosia ends up hitting the side of the car with her knees and then rolling over the hood in a Dukes of Hazard inspired fashion. She amazingly lands on her feet across the pavement on the side of the car opposite to McBride, who is already stepping up onto the hood. But Ambrosia lunges to her feet, grabs Karen’s ankles and rips her legs out from under her.
Karen lands across her back on the hood, reaching for her spine while Ambrosia reaches for the Principle Owner’s legs. She latches on then swings Karen off the hood of the car with a giant swing into the door of said car.
Greyson: GAH!
Sparkles: Is Ambrosia out of your Fave Five now?
Greyson: It’s more accurate to say Ambrosia is out of her mind.
Sparkles: And she might have just caused Karen to have an out of body experience.
Ambrosia pulls Karen along by the bangs of her hair and then takes her around the thigh and shoulder, giving her a scoop slam straight across the hood of a car. McBride rolls off of the hood, falls to her knees and begins to crawl away from her sadistic opponent. Ambrosia takes McBride by the wrist, guides her up to her feet and then wedges a shoulder to her ribs, charging her spine first into the back doors of the colorful van. Karen bounces off the steel and then falls across her seat on the steel bumper, looking to be in quite the state of agony. Ambrosia now pops open one of the back doors to her van and throws McBride inside.
Ambrosia: Let’s take a joyride on the strip.
The back door is slammed shut, trapping McBride inside while Ambrosia rushes around to the driver’s seat.
Ambrosia: Get in!
The order is barked at a frazzled Wright, who does as ordered, the referee stepping into the passenger seat. Ambrosia hops behind it, revs up the engine and the van backs up and turns, speeding around all those vehicles that were waiting to get inside of the MGM Grand. Said van barely squeezes past the panel trucks and other such delivery vehicles, exiting the enclosed parking facility and veering into the backlot of the MGM Grand.
Greyson: Where the hell is Ambrosia taking McBride?
Sparkles: For a Vegas vacation apparently. Hopefully one not as painful as that Chevy Chase debacle.
Greyson: I think it’ll be far more painful.
Luckily cameras were outside of the MGM Grand to capture some footage of the building’s exterior and a panoramic view of the Las Vegas strip. These cameras provide footage of the van pulling into the backlot where a little construction was being done.
Suddenly, like in a 1980’s horror classic, McBride LEAPS from the back of the van with an electrical cord in her hands. She wraps it around Ambrosia’s throat and pulls back, strangling her. The Harlequin of Hardcore tries her best to cling to the wheel of the van which is swerving all over the lot. Eventually the vehicle slams into the side of a chain link fence that bars access to the small construction zone behind the MGM Grand.
Greyson; These two are going to kill each other.
The driver side door opens with Ambrosia trying to exit only to have McBride continue strangling her with the cord. The hardcore combatant falls to the asphalt outside of the van with the Principle Owner leaning over, still clinging to her makeshift noose. Ambrosia twists around and reaches up, taking hold of McBride’s throat and her stomach, throwing her out of the driver’s side door, out of the van and right onto the ground with a gorilla press. Karen’s back is driven forcefully into the hardened concrete back first.
Ambrosia is right there on top of her, dropping into the lateral press across McBride’s ribs while Wright exits the van and slips into position. He slaps the sidewalk.
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Just before Karen can be pinned and given further cause for aggravation she gets a shoulder up.
Agony flows through McBride’s spine but she still manages to kick out, turning away from the Harlequin of Hardcore.
McBride is forced up to her feet by the back of her head, charged across the lot and thrown head first into a light-post. Karen’s skull ricochets off the steel and then goes spiraling around it towards the construction area. A chain link fence largely cuts off access to this zone.
Ambrosia grabs Karen by the wrist and whips her directly into that fence, McBride’s body bouncing off the mesh. She ricochets from the steel and then falls into an orange construction cone intended to keep people away from the sarea being worked over. Ambrosia finds a trash can, heaving it above her head, turning and rushing right at McBride, who suddenly lifts the traffic cone and slams it into her aggressive opponent’s ribs. Ambrosia doubles over, grabbing her mid-section and dropping the trashcan which McBride immediately puts to use. She picks it up and swings the can directly into the top of Ambrosia’s head, staggering the Harlequin of Hardcore. Who tries to balance herself before receiving a second blow across the skull with the trashcan.
Ambrosia twists away from McBride and stumbles towards a cement mixer, the long steel chute still hanging from the back. Ambrosia falls against said chute, putting her body weight across it. McBride then rushes around to the opposite side of the chute and leaves her feet and delivers a front dropkick. Her boots nail the chute and drives it right into Ambrosia’s chest, causing her to collapse to her knees.
Karen then grabs the chute once again, pulls it back then pushes the steel apparatus directly into Ambrosia’s face.
Greyson: This is nuts. These two have fought right into a damned construction zone.
Sparkles: And with them being around that cement mixer, I’m afraid we might be treated to a reenactment from Gremlins 2.
Greyson: You mean when Robert Picardo was forced to make out with a transgender Gremlin?
Sparkles: Noooo, when the bat was encased in concrete by Dick Miller. THANKS…now I can’t stop thinking of the transgender Gremlin.
Greyson: Well you two are ALMOST the same species.
Ambrosia lays on her back while McBride adjusts the chute so that it hovers right above her opponent. A lever is grabbed and Karen pulls it, attempting to transform Ambrosia into another Las Vegas monument. Liquefied concrete comes pouring out of the cement mixer but Ambrosia refuses to be transformed into a human statue. She rolls out of the way and the cement fills the ground.
A disorientated Ambrosia has avoided being encased like Hans Solo, but will not avoid the wrath of McBride, who steps under the cement chute and continues after her opponent. She now finds a bag of cement mix, lifting it off the stack of other construction materials and using all of her strength to throw it into Ambrosia’s back. Said bag explodes, sending dust flying everywhere and Ambrosia’s body down to the ground.
McBride forces her opponent to her spine and drops into the lateral press. Fortunately Wright is on hand to make the count, slapping the gravel in the construction area.
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Amazingly Ambrosia’s arm launches from the ground and staves off defeat.
Greyson: These two beating each other with EVERYTHING that isn’t hammered down.
Sparkles: And Greyson is using every cliche that Michael Cole won’t even touch.
Karen drags Ambrosia along to her feet and the two ladies make their way back towards the MGM Grand. They pass right by the giant palm trees arranged around the building and McBride can’t pass up the opportunity to whip Ambrosia towards them. However, Ambrosia reverses, instead sending Karen charging shoulder first into the tree and bouncing off to the ground below. She is then grabbed by the hair, dragged to an upright base and charged face first into the wall off to the side of an entrance way. The door McBride falls against is presumably locked shock but it doesn’t stop Ambrosia from trying to put her opponent through it. She rushes forward and lunges at McBride, who steps out of the way and watches Ambrosia hits the door with enough force to take it off its hinges. The door falls through and Ambrosia rolls across its surface into the Casino section of the MGM Grand.
Sparkles: Oh great, now they’re in the casino. If you hit the roulette table, remember what Wesley Snipes taught us…Always bet on black.
Greyson: Somebody call casino security already.
The only thing security does is hold back the throngs of screaming and drunken spectators, keeping them from interfering in this war between McBride and Ambrosia. This war is about to receive its first casualty as McBride sets up for a bicycle kick on her rising opponent, lunging forward into the blow only to have Ambrosia duck the inbound boot. As a result the kick connects with one of the slot machines, causing it to cash out.
However, Karen hasn’t picked up the win she really needs just yet. She turns away from the machine which is paying off huge thanks to her boot only to receive a boot to her OWN jaw that causes her to lose big.
Ambrosia’s superkick nails McBride and sends her stumbling back right into a craps table. She knocks over a high roller and falls onto the green felt of the table, looking dead to rights at the moment. Ambrosia steps towards the table and then climbs up onto it, hooking McBride’s leg.
Wright slaps the table while also grabbing someone’s gambling chips and stuffing them in his pocket.
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McBride gets her shoulder up off of the craps table, narrowly avoiding this defeat. But how much longer can the bleeding Principle Owner hang tough after everything her body has already been subjected to?
Karen rises to her feet, but not of her own accord. Ambrosia heaves McBride into a pulling piledriver right onto the surface of the table.
Greyson: A pulling piledriver onto the craps table! Those words honest to God just came out of my mouth.
Sparkles: Awesome.
Once again Ambrosia is hooking McBride’s leg with the referee slapping the green felt beneath them.
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To the dismay of the Harlequin of Hardcore her opponent kicks out. The stubborn McBride continues to hang in there even as Ambrosia is throwing punches repeatedly across her opponent’s forehead and now throwing dice at it.
Ambrosia: I think you rolled SNAKE EYES sweetheart!
With dice in hand, Ambrosia swings another fist right across McBride’s already lacerated forehead. She now delivers a headbutt to the Owner, followed by another and another. Karen seems to be fading and fading quick as she’s taken by the wrist and dragged into the shoulders of her opponent. Those degenerate gamblers in the casino are screaming as Ambrosia sets up to give McBride a death valley driver through the craps table. However, it’s McBride who pulls a shocker, twisting her body, sliding off of Ambrosia’s shoulders and landing on her feet behind the demented sociopath.
Casino security finally gets involved, the well-dressed men charging in an attempt to subdue both of these athletes who were not scheduled to fight into their casino. But the fight won’t end, not until McBride has hoisted Ambrosia up into her OWN fireman’s carry and sent her flipping over into the Death Valley Driver off the craps table, off Karen’s shoulders, and into the army of security guards below. Ambrosia’s body crushes them and sends everyone tumbling to the ground.
Sparkles: And yet you ASKED security to get involved.
Greyson: Yeah, I’m definitely regretting that now.
McBride watches as Ambrosia struggles to her feet and out of the battalion of security guards she just took out. The moment Ambrosia reaches her feet, Karen comes flying off the craps table, lands on her opponent’s neck and spirals around into a tornado DDT across the hard concrete. Ambrosia flips over to her back, looking rendered completely unconscious while McBride pulls herself over into the pinfall.
Wright, who has tagged along throughout all of this insanity steps in and drops down to make the three count.
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His hand never strikes the carpet for a third time considering that Ambrosia has managed to get her shoulder up and off of it. An aggravated and pain stricken McBride now places Ambrosia in a front chancery, preparing to deliver an implant DDT onto the hardened floor. However, at the last second Ambrosia manages to push Karen off, sending her twisting along into a roulette table, almost collapsing over it. She somehow manages to catch herself then catch Ambrosia charging in. A drop told by McBride sends Ambrosia’s skull crashing into the green felt and her body falling back onto her knees. She sways from side to side, trying to overcome that collision with the table, a struggle not made any easier by the inbound McBride. Karen leaps at her opponent and connects, with her adversary’s shoulders. Ambrosia catches McBride in a fireman’s carry then gives her the death valley driver right on top of the roulette table.
Greyson: McBride launched directly into ANOTHER table by Ambrosia
Sparkles: Before these two kill each other, can they please put a couple hundred on Black 22 in my honor?
Greyson: I highly, highly doubt it Sparkles.
Pain is clearly drawn across the features of McBride, who can barely move a single solitary muscle at this point. Yet somehow she begins to turn onto her side only to have Ambrosia grab her around the neck then step back. Karen’s ankles and feet end up being the only part of her body supported by the roulette table, allowing Ambrosia to connect with a hanging DDT that drives the owner’s skull into the concrete.
If McBride was in pain before, now she’s in agony, lying across the floor and barely even finding the strength to blink her eyes. And it’s in a blink of an eye that Ambrosia leaps to the nearest slot machine, one mere inches removed from her laid out opponent. With a scream Ambrosia employs all of her strength to slowly begin pushing the slot machine over in Karen’s direction.
Sparkles: This might be going a little too far now.
Greyson: Ambrosia about to crush McBride with that slot machine.
Sparkles: Think of all the lawsuits that are going to follow if Ambrosia destroys MGM Grand property.
Greyson: You would know something about lawsuits, Sparkles.
Sparkles: One little paternity suit and now I’m suddenly an expert on the legal system?
Those in the casino react with drunken slurs as they watch Ambrosia tip the slot machine over and send it crashing right down on top of….the floor. Amazingly McBride still has the presence of mind to roll out of harm’s way. The machine slams into the floor and all the blinking lights and sound effects cut out.
Ambrosia looks to shut off another set of lights, the ones in McBride’s eyes. She steps up onto the back of the tipped over slot machine and then dives off, right into McBride’s neck, catching her around the head then twisting around into her OWN tornado DDT.
Much like McBride, Ambrosia plans on driving her opponent’s skull into the hard floor but unlike McBride, Ambrosia does not succeed. She is pushed off in mid-swing and sent flying back. She lands on her feet then comes back into the bicycle kick by McBride, the very move she was looking for earlier. The blow sends Ambrosia twisting around right into Karen’s shoulders, who heaves her adversary into the air before ultimately driving Ambrosia right into the tipped over slot machine with the McBride’s Ride.
Greyson: Karen delivering the McBride right into that slot machine!
Sparkles: Wow…..Someone’s get sued.
Even after enduring her fair share of damage in this Hardcore Rules encounter, Karen manages to drop into the cover and listen, listen as Wright makes THE count.
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After one of the most chaotic and craziest matches of either ladies careers its Karen McBride who at last holds on and manages to secure a victory.
Sparkles: How in the fuck did she do it?
Greyson: Ambrosia was given the task of destroying McBride under Hardcore Rules tonight, but it was Karen who somehow proved stronger than anyone could have anticipated. Her resiliency has just netted her a huge win in her young career.
Sparkles: The Sinistry isn’t going to be happy about this.
Karen has endured such hell tonight but is inspired to stand up and celebrate when the drunken degenerates in the casino start chanting her name. She rises to her feet, lifts an arm and almost collapses due to the strain. But she stands, stand tall, just long to be hit right in the mid-section with a pipe…a steel pipe swung by…Fury? Veronica Rodriquez?
Greyson: HEY! It’s…it’s…Rodriquez…
Sparkles: Stumpy?
Greyson: No, VERONICA Rodriquez, aka Fury of End Effect fame. And she just crushed McBride’s ribs with that steel bar.
Karen drops doubles over her ribs, which have potentially been fractured by the blow from the steel pipe. McBride is left gasping while Veronica is gabbing. Fury bends down and speaks directly into Karen’s ear.
Fury: Didn’t I warn you that the End Effect would be making quite the impact on tonight’s show?
Veronica has remained true to her words, attacking McBride completely out of nowhere with this damaging blow from the steel pipe.
Fury: Get up Ambrosia, we’ve got work to do.
Although Ambrosia is in a lot of pain, she manages to get up at Fury’s behest and stagger along behind the End Effect member. Both ladies leave Karen lying on the ground grimacing in such pain.
Greyson: Man, what lengths these two ladies put each other through here tonight.
Sparkles: But ummm, can someone PLEASE explain why Fury attacked McBride? Not that I don’t mind seeing more hot latino ladies, but seriously, the fuck was up with that?
Greyson: And what is this business between Rodriquez and Ambrosia? AND Abigail Lindsey is linked to all of this as well? Someone explain to me what the hell is going on around here?
BACKSTAGE
Gavin: So you guys haven’t seen her then?
Pain is etched in the lines of Gavin Taylor’s face as he stumbles down a corridor. His palm is wedged to his kidneys, still suffering the effects of the Opinion Changer onto the chair he just suffered moments ago. Somehow he blocks out the pain, in order to make what looks to be an urgent phone call. We find him still in mid-conversation as he staggers through the corridor with phone to his ear.
Gavin: I’m starting to worry. When Maddie wanders off it’s never a good thing. Should I put out an Amber Alert for her or something? You know if someone pulled up in a van and offered Maddie a piece of chocolate she’d get right in with them. You guys should realize how gullible my wife can be. Anyway, if you hear from her, tell her to call me immediately.
Gavin hangs up the phone and suddenly forgets the agony flowing through his spine, or to be more accurate, he comes across an even BIGGER pain.
Alana: Hahaha…wow…WOOOOW… hahahaha.
Gavin’s focus shifts from his back, to his front, glaring at the inbound face of Alana Starr and the X-Class Title that graces her waist. Naturally Alana isn’t alone, being flanked by her personal stylists and make up experts, Fraz, Fraank and Froderick. They emulate Alana’s laughter and joyful demeanor, even going as far as to copy her disingenuous wiping of a tear from beneath her eye.
Alana: That was HYSTERICAL!
Gavin’s eyes darken.
Alana: This is the most I’ve laughed since I felt that Tattooed Hooker Biscuit’s neck snap back at Reawakening Day.
Gavin’s eyes are almost obsidian.
Alana: If I could be serious for a moment….
Did Alana just rip off Lance Storm?
Alana: Thank you, Gavin. Yes-yes, get over it, I THANKED YOU! Because without your HELP Andre would probably STILL be walking around with the Evolution Championship. But now that you’ve dropped your whole act and embraced the cowardly, low life that you really are at heart, my abusive ex no longer holds what was more precious to him than my love. So thank you, thank you with gum drops on top for making Jordan even more miserable and pathetic than he already was without me being there to hold him up and inspire him like I always did.
Suddenly there’s light creeping into the shadows that has overtaken Gavin’s eyes.
Gavin: You want to thank me for costing Andre his Evolution Championship?
Alana: Didn’t we JUST cover that?
Gavin: Well I accept your thank you….
Alana: GOOD.
Gavin: But you need to know something, Alana. What happened out there…(points to the curtains behind his back)…THAT was a mistake. What I do to you…(points right into Alana’s chest)…won’t be. When we meet for your X-Class Title tonight, I’m going to make sure YOU are left in the same boat as Andre. For once, you’re finally going to feel his pain when I take YOUR title away from you.
Alana: What world are you living on, Gavin? Nothing, no force on earth is going to derail the Alana Starr Initiative. I will continue with my reign of GOODNESS over the X-Class Title division, and I will not allow my G-Class Championship to succumb to a bad influence.
Franz: Yah.
Fraank: Yah.
Frederick: Yah.
All Three: YAH!
Gavin: Is that so? Is that the way you see this working out tonight? Well, Alana, if I’ve taught your agent Ethan anything, it’s that you can’t put predications on what Gavin Taylor is going to do next.
Taylor steps around Alana, who begins to scramble so that she can get in the last word.
Alana: You-you….don’t just stand there…Help me out here. Feed me an insult.
Fraz, Frank and Froderick shrug their shoulders when called into action.
Mercedes: Delusional.
Alana: GOOD!
Suddenly Alana realizes that the source of the word was not Franz, was not Fraank, and was Froderick, it was her father. Mercedes stands behind his daughter looking quite daper and quite proud of his little princes.
Alana: Dad, when did you get here?
Starr excitedly questions when opening her arms and wrapping them around her father.
Mercedes: In Vegas? A few days.
Alana: And I’m just NOT learning about this?
Mercedes: I had a lot of business to deal with.
Alana: Fair enough.
Mercedes: Alana Starr Initiative Business.
Alana: Alana Starr Inia….what do you mean?
Mercedes: Relax mi princesa. I am only looking out for joo. I saw Ethan couldn’t protect joo two weeks ago, so Papa is here to make sure joo are safe tonight.
Alana: Ooookay.
Mercedes: I have plans in place to make sure nothing bad ever happens to joo again, and joo title reign lasts from now until the end of time itself.
Alana: Okay…
Alana still looks skeptical.
Mercedes: I’ll be along again to see joo shortly, but know I have joo best interests at heart.
Mercedes makes this statement while revealing what looks to be a collection of tickets in hand…front row tickets to tonight’s show. He takes off, leaving Alana with more questions than answers.
Alana: Where are you going?
Ethan: Gosh darn, gosh darn, gosh darn!
Alana turns from one of the most important men in her life to the other. Von Aaron approaches looking rather aggravated/
Alana: There you are…Where the fudge have you been?
Ethan: Where I always seem to be every fudging week, looking for Kordy.
Alana: Has this become some kind of Where’s Waldo game? And why does Kordy get all your attention? Have we forgotten who the cornerstone of the GOOD Movement is?
Ethan: Of course I haven’t forgotten..you’ll always be my crowned jewel.
Alana: Is that so? Well then how come you never let your jewel shine? It seems every time I turn around your either all consumed with Kordy, or totally focused on Rachel Frost. She’s a married woman, Ethan, honestly, it wouldn’t be very GOOD of you to try and bed a married woman….
Ethan: Whoa…whoa…whoa…Pump the breaks a second…I have feelings for Rachel, yes, but I would NEVER seduce a married woman, especially one married to Aiken Frost.
Alana: Fiddle-sticks, you probably bedded Rachel already.
Ethan: Shhh, careful.
Von Aaron nervously glances about his surroundings.
Ethan: The walls, they have ears.
Alana: I don’t know WHY you’re so obsessed with her? Honestly, Rachel’s cute and all, but me, I’m BREATHTAKING…I’m INSPIRING.
Ethan: I’m NOT obsessed with Rachel.
Alana: Sure you aren’t. I mean you were off gallivanting around with her….
Ethan: Wait…Did you just use the word ‘gallivanting’?
Alana: Yes, it’s a GOOD word, but don’t lose focus. Like I was saying, you were off hanging out with Rachel somewhere even when I was being jumped by your ex girlfriend.
Ethan: I can’t apologize enough for what Katelyn did to you, Alana. Seriously, if I had a sword, I’d so totally nick my thumb with it. But instead, I’ll get revenge on Buehler tonight, and rather you like my partnership with Rachel or not, she’ll be instrumental in me getting that payback.
Alana: Yeah, but….
Ethan: Don’t concern yourself with Rachel right now, or Kordy for that matter…
Von Aron’s comforting palms fall on Alana’s shoulders, trying so hard to cajole her.
Ethan: Let’s put our focus towards you retaining that X-Class Championship against Gavin….
Alana: You had BETTER be focused on me Ethan, because ever since I won this X-Class Title I’ve been forced to take a backseat to Kordy, to Rachel, to everyone….
Starr pulls her hands out of Ethan’s embrace.
Alana: And Alana Starr does not take back-seats. I’m like Baby, nobody puts Alana in the corner.
Ethan: I’m a little confused Alana, are you ummm, implying that you want us to do some Dirty Dancing? Because I need to hear Hungry Eyes playing in the background first. Which was sooo my second choice for entrance music.
Alana: No…no Hungry Eyes….no Dirty Dancing….no Kordy…no Rachel. I want your full and undivided attention on me…me…me.
Ethan: You’ve got it Starr Chylde. I’ll focus on you and you alone, THEN I’ll take care of Kordy and get back OUR Evolution Championship before going on to team with Rachel to DESTROY Buehler in that six person tag.
Alana: GOOD. You’ve made me very happy, and you’ll make my Papi very happy as well.
Ethan: You’re Papi? You-you mean, your father is here? Mercedes is here?
Alana: Yep, as long as my Papi is here, I’m sure NOTHING bad will happen to either one of us.
Ethan: Why’s that?
Alana: He has his methods. But enough about that, and no more about your adultery with Rachel, let’s go to the ring.
Ethan: My adultery with Rachel? Hold on…
Starr is already on her way towards the ring with her hair stylists following and Ethan bringing up the rear.
Ethan: Hold on!
Everyone vanishes off screen, save for one…one individual who slowly emerges from the shadows. That individual being Mogui….personal servant of Aiken Frost, the sinister and manipulative husband of Rachel. The ghostly, tattooed apparition watches Von Aaron closely while licking his cracked lips.
BABY ON BOARD
Whitman: I’m going to throw up.
A water drenched P Clarence Whtiman III tries to dry himself with a paper towel as he leans over a gurney at the hospital. Liquid continue to ooze from every inch of him, yet Kalinda, the dragon who employed her puddle port powers to get them to the hospital, looks as dry as the Mojave desert. Not a sprinkle of water seems to have touched her in spite of the fact that she and Whitman employed the fluid to teleport here to the very place Whitman’s child is about to be brought into the earth.
Kalinda: Stop belly aching. We’re here, now go off and find your misses.
Whitman: I can’t even move.
Lois: AAAAAH! HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT OF ME!
When hearing the impassioned screams of his misses, Whitman straightens his spine and almost loses his balance as he stumbles across the hospital corridor towards the source of this noise. The room where Lois Prince-Whitman is being treated, is mere inches from Clarence, but he cannot reach it thanks to the two gentlemen standing in front of it. Although Mr. Hush and Al both employed the Puddle-Port as well, neither man has so much as a single droplet of water on their bodies.
Whitman: Pardon me gentlemen, my wife awaits.
Al: HOLD IT RIGHT THERE THOU UNMUZZLED ILL NATURED MINNOW…BEFORE YOU ENTER THIS CHAMBER YOU MUST BE MADE AWARE OF SOMETHING.
Whitman: Yeah, what’s that?
Al: WE, THAT IS TO SAY THE BLACK CRUSADE, WERE UNAWARE THE BABY WOULD GROW AT SUCH AN ACCELERATED RATE, WE THOUGHT WE STILL HAD TIME TO BREAK THE NEWS TO YOU IN A FAR GENTLER MANNER.
Whitman: Meaning what exactly?
Al: WE HAVE NOT BEEN ENTIRELY HONEST WITH YOU AS IT REGARDS THE ORIGINS OF THE CHILD.
Whitman: I don’t have time for this.
Whitman breaks through both Al and Hush, storms through the door, and comes tearing into the room now filled with the piercing cries of a newborn infant.
Lois: Percy….
Although she just endured the absolute worse pain of her life Lois is able to address Whitman from her hospital bed. Clarence is too awe stricken to speak as she sees his recently born child in the arms of the doctor. Oddly enough the newborn is no longer crying, but actually SPEAKING.
Infant: LISTEN HERE THOU BESLUBBERING SPUR-GALLED HORN-BEAST, RETURN ME TO THAT WOMB HENCEFORTH OR SUFFER MY WRATH!
If Whitman thought he felt ill before, now he feels as if he’s been stricken with a case of Ebola. His eyes slowly turn from the gabby newborn to the cringing Al, who occupies the doorway and nervously tucks upon the collar of his shirt.
IN-RING
Once again Thomas Boll inhabits the middle of the squared circle, the Ring Announcer hesitantly lifting a microphone to his lips. His eyes are nervously glancing in the direction of the entry way as he prepares to speak.
Thomas: Lady and gentlefolk…
Boll closes his eyes tight, anticipating another interference that has become obligatory every time he’s attempted to perform his job functions tonight. Once he’s managed to speak an entire sentence without being disturbed Boll takes a breath and continues.
Boll: Following match is for X-Class Championsheep…
Silas: Hold on right dere, son.
Thomas drops his face into his palm as he’s now interrupted by Silas Mason, Scott Cannon and Sienna Swann. All three make their way down the ramp to a hailstorm of hatred from the crowd. The Vegas crowd takes only small comfort in seeing Silas’ swollen lip being pressed with a bloodied handkerchief. Mason is still wearing the wounds from Blayze’s attack earlier in the night, but even a busted lip won’t keep him from talking.
Silas: That there X-Class title match will still be appenin, but not this second it won’t…
Mason makes this decree while slipping through the ropes into the ring. Swann follows, Cannon doesn’t. Scott just stands on the apron watching as Silas steps to the center of the ring, allowing his voice to carry even over the surging levels of hate from the crowd.
Silas: Cause Fly-Boy has ‘emself an announcement to make…Come in ‘ere and tell these people the truth about Blayze…
After a long and drawn sigh Scott finally reacts to Silas’ verbal enticements, and Sienna’s physical enticements. She waves repeatedly for Cannon to enter and is now acting as intermediary with the microphone, taking it from Silas and giving it to Cannon.
Scott: I really don’t like to be the bearer of bad news.
A slight ‘bullshit’ chant has commenced from many in attendance.
Scott: But I’ve reconciled myself to the fact that Amanda Blayze brought this on herself. She and she alone is responsible for what happened to her two weeks ago and what’s about to happen to her tonight.
The world knows that there is absolutely zero good that is going to come from Cannon’s pending announcement.
Scott: At the very start of tonight’s show I told Amanda that if she wanted to face me one on one that she’d have to take a drug test and prove that she’s not competing while under the influence. Well, she took the test, and I’m sad to announce that she failed.
The crowd is beyond perturbed by this startling revelation.
Scott: According to some very reliable sources, Blayze tested positive for every narcotic under the sun. So I imagine she not only will be unable to face me one on one, but will be out of action indefinitely until she receives the help she so desperately needs.
Silas: And we’re imploring ya’ll…McBride. Baby Rose….all of ya….to help Blayze get ‘er treatment…the treatment she needs to keep ‘er off this road of self destruct…..
Amanda: Awwww…..your looking out for my best interests, huh?
The once dejected crowd suddenly changes its tune at the sight of Amanda Blayze stepping through the curtains but hesitating before she can fully emerges. She still has one arm extended back through the entry way, as if holding onto something.
Amanda: Well I’ve seen what happens to those your looking out for, sooo thanks but no thanks Silas. I don’t want your help…I just want your screams.
Scott: Really now Amanda, I can even hear it in your speech. Your words are so slurred right now.
Amanda: Cut the shit, Flllllyy-Booooyyy. You know I didn’t take any drugs, be it two weeks ago or tonight. Because the only thing I’m addicted to is kicking ass in the middle of the ring and winning championships. And I’ll cave to one of those addictions right here, right now…
Scott: Just give it up already, Amanda. There’s no way I’m stepping into the ring with someone who is clearly competing in an altered state. It’s not fair to me, it’s not fair to the fans, it’s not fair to anyone who once had even a shred of respect for you. I won’t stand by and watch as you make a mockery of your legacy and of this entire profession by…
Scott finally goes silent when Amanda pulls a bruised and scuffed up ‘Surly’ Sam through the curtains. The entire time she talked to Cannon, her arm was still extended through the curtains and for good reason, as her palm held onto the one man who could very well clear her name.
Amanda: Sam, if you wouldn’t mind, tell the nice people here what really happened regarding my drug test.
’Surly’ Sam: I have no idea what you’re talking about…
Suddenly Blayze pulls back violently on Sam’s wrist, causing him to fall to his knees and scream at the top of his lungs.
Amanda: I asked NICELY didn’t I?
’Surly’ Sam: Alright…alright…Your gonna break it.
Amanda: I will if you don’t tell the truth.
’Surly’ Sam: Lenore….Lenore Price-Mason, she paid me. She paid me to switch YOUR urine specimen…
Amanda: Did she now?
’Surly’ Sam: To switch it with one she gave me from Mark…Mark Comeau…
Amanda: Thank you, Sam, you’ve been very helpful.
’Surly’ Sam: Are you gonna let me go now?
Amanda: Of course.
Blayze releases Sam’s hand only so she can swing around and destroy his cheek with a big slap. The blow knocks Sam onto his back and now Amanda is about to put her palms on all three of the individuals in the ring. Blayze comes rushing down the ramp and shows no hesitation in sliding in even when faced with the daunting task of battling three members of Silas World. But the members of Silas World are the ones who show the hesitation. Silas has grabbed both Swann and Cannon, leading them from the ring.
Amanda: And where do you think you’re going?
Blayze is now the only person in the squared circle, staring to the outside at the three who have convened at the base of the ramp.
Amanda: I don’t think you three understand what’s going on here. I’m not leaving tonight until I get Scott Cannon in this ring….no…actually. I’m not leaving until I get Scott Cannon AND Silas Mason in this ring. I want you both and I want you both this very second.
The suggestion makes Silas laugh while Scott remains as stoic and stone faced as ever.
Silas: Naaah precious. Ain’t gonna be no match tween you and I tonight, and there ain’t gonna be no match tween you and Fly-boy either. Cause we don’t care who ya intimidated into making false accusations about Silas World, it don’t change the fact that yer drug test proved positive for narcotics and God only knows what else…
Amanda: The drug test was a damned lie, set up by you and Cannon.
Scott: And how does anyone know this to be true, Amanda? Are we just supposed to take the word of a known drug addict? Someone who almost died from an overdose just two weeks ago? And all ya did was make that Sam guy say what you wanted ‘em to say.
Amanda: I’m not leaving until you two fight me tonight. I wouldn’t advise making me wait much longer.
Silas: Well-well, yer just as bad as Baby-Doll, you want the whole damned world and then some, don’t ya? I ain’t about to bend to the will of some….
Scott: Your ON Amanda.
Mason’s eyes widen as he sees Scott snatch the microphone out of his hand and hears Scott make this major statement on their behalf.
Scott: You want Silas and I, fine, you’ll get us under ONE condition. You and I face off tonight, and if you somehow manage to beat me, then you’ll get five minutes alone with Silas in the ring.
Silas’ eyes have shot right out of their sockets, looking almost crustaceous at this point. It looks like his heart is about to thump right through his chest and explode from his sternum.
Scott: I thought you might like that, Amanda….
Blayze wears a half smirk.
Scott: But you might want to wipe that grin off your face, because if Silas and I agree to this, then YOU have to agree to a stipulation of our own. Should I defeat YOU tonight, then YOU have to sign a contract and join Silas World, meaning you become Silas Mason’s personal servant.
The fans are a bit alarmed by this premise, but are equally enthused at the prospect of Amanda getting Silas Mason in the ring. Blayze weighs the pros, the cons and everything in between before finally giving an answer.
Amanda: You got it Fllllyyyy-Booooooy.
There is a piercing roar from the thousands in attendance. They throw their arms up high and let their lungs deflate in response to these major stipulations being placed on what already promised to be a heated battle between Blayze and Cannon here tonight. And as if the fans didn’t have enough already to be excited about, the familiar intro track of ‘You Know My Name” is blaring through the PA system and Kloe Masters is making her way to the stage. Alex Clayton and Nate Barrow stand behind her back, two thirds of the Cartel lurking around the Majority Owner and providing her some essential back up.
Kloe: So everyone thinks they can play match-maker huh? Seems we’ve all forgotten who has official capacity to render decisions here in the IWC. Sorry, but the buck stops right here.
Masters jams her thumb straight into her chest
Kloe: You two want to have that match tonight, Scott Cannon versus Amanda Blayze, fine, I’ll sign off on the added stipulations. Although I have a little stipulation of my own to throw in the mix.
Silas, Sienna and Scott do not like where this is headed.
Kloe: If any member of Silas World interferes in your match tonight Scott, then they WILL be FIRED on the spot and barred from ever entering an IWC arena again.
The crowd explodes and it takes every bit of Silas’ effort to keep from exploding himself. He just removes his Stetson from his head, places it over his mouth and mumbles some obscenities behind it.
BACKSTAGE
Kordy: Celebrate…celebrate….
Balloons, streamers, confetti, these are all the things that would normally be part of a celebration, but not Kordy. Instead she enjoys nothing but the company of her besites, Mika Kozlov and Red Rayne. They stand around her, and much like Polly Norah and BMW, who are also present, they offer polite claps of their hands. The Stranger goes a touch further and actually lifts Kordy’s arm aloft, the Evolution Title dangling from her palm. Everyone seems to be celebrating within the confines of the Sinistry/GOOD Movement dressing room, well, everyone but Aiken Frost. He sits in a throne in the corner of the room, observing Kordy’s moment of elation. Jaina Frost stands beside him, seated on the arm of the throne and observing all the festivities as well.
Silk: My Zhu…
Aiken’s attention shift towards the dark eyes of Silk, the Black Dragon approaching with Mogui stepping in behind her. The two crouch down to Aiken’s knee level.
Silk: My Guàiwù has something you MUST hear.
Aiken: Then let him speak.
Mogui: My Biaochi, I was sent on a quest two weeks ago to watch that fiend Von Aaron.
Jaina: And what did you learn?
Questions the woman who SENT Mogui on that quest.
Mogui: The Gou harbors lustful thoughts for your wife.
Aiken: Nothing I was not already aware of.
Mogui: He has plans, my Biaochi, plans I see reflected in his avarice eyes. He yearns to take what is yours, and do so tonight.
Aiken: Hmmm….how quaint. Fear not Mogui, for Ethan’s plans will NEVER come to fruition. I have already assured that.
Jaina: We’ve come into possession of certain ‘bargaining chips.’
Both Aiken and Jaina, brother and sister, turn their eyes to Kordy and the Evolution Title descending from her palm.
Silk: There is more my Zhu. Tell him.
Mogui is eager to both please his nuwhang as well as inform Aiken of his pending calamity.
Mogui: Wayne…Jed Wayne…
Aiken perks up in his chair.
Aiken: Yes?
Silk: Mogui saw him loitering about in the parking lot.
Aiken: Interesting.
Jaina: Bizarre. I thought we had seen the last of him.
Silk: I am worried my Zhu. Wayne vanished once your process of awakening Rachel began.
Aiken: Yes, because I ejected him from my home.
Jaina: We should have known, given his attachment to your wife that Jed wouldn’t go away.
Aiken: There is no need for concern my children. I am actually quite thrilled that Wayne has arrived here tonight, it gives us an interesting opportunity to say the least.
BACKSTAGE
Cameras capture Andre Jordan standing backstage with his hands on his head and his back leaning against a wall. His eyes stare off into the distance, truly upset by what happened in the ring earlier tonight when his Evolution Championship ended up in the clutches of Kordy.
Tabitha: Dre….
Oddly enough Andre finds little solace, even in the arrival of Tabitha Silverstone and Sebastian Knight. He looks up only briefly to eye his Agent, Silverstone, and her heavy/client, Knight.
Tabitha: I can’t…I don’t…I’m so sorry..
Andre: Sorry? Sorry for what?
Knight: It’s entirely my fault mate. I got distracted going after revenge on New Eden and completely lost focus on having your back.
Sebastian seems legitimately distressed that his brawl with New Eden kept him from playing an instrumental role in the outcome to Jordan’s Evolution Title match earlier tonight.
Andre: Taking out New Eden WAS having my back, Knight.
Tabitha: Yeah, so the fault is all mine. I SHOULD have stayed at ringside instead of getting swept up into all of that chaos. I really am nothing but a liability.
Andre: Your NOT a liability, Tabitha. Without you I never would have been Evolution Champion in the first place.
Knight: Forgive me mate, but ummm what’s wrong with you?
Andre: With me?
Knight: Yeah. Don’t you ever get angry? I would be furious if Ethan Von Aaron had cost me the Evolution Championship.
Andre: Oh, don’t get me wrong, right now my insides feel like they’re filled with molten lava. But the only reason I’m not tearing the MGM Grand apart right now, is because I know the night is young, and there’s still plenty of time for revenge.
Andre begins to take off before Tabitha puts a hand on his shoulder, holding him at bay.
Tabitha: Dre, where are you going?
Andre: There’s an X-Class Title match about to happen, with Ethan at ringside…So where do you think I’m going?
Tabitha: Want us to go with?
Andre: No. I’ve got this.
Like Toucan Sam, Andre follows his nose…straight to revenge. As he breaks away from his associates, Knight and Silverstone get closer.
Tabitha: This isn’t good for Von Aaron.
Knight: Yeah, but I think this might end up even worse for someone else.
Tabitha: Huh?
Knight: Gavin Taylor.
ALANA STARR (C) VS. GAVIN TAYLOR:
X-CLASS TITLE
The Tron Comes on…..
Leviticus smiles with a message to the live crowd in the Arena….
Leviticus: “It is that moment of the night that you have been waiting for but before you can live the full experience Ushers will be walking down the aisles with all of the latest Alana Starr merchandise! Get your “The GOOD Girl” t-shirt, “Alana Army” bandana or the brand new Alana Starr temporary tattoo! So please, come out of the closet and BE A STARR!”
Ushers begin to come down the aisle to sell Alana Starr merchandise, as they do the lights of the arena go dark, only one spotlight in the middle of the entranceway….
Porno Lad walks out in an all-black suit and tie holding a camera. He adjusts his tie as the audience jeers then begins to speak into the microphone…
Porno Lad: “Ladies and Gentlemen Would you please give me your attention.”
The audience boos louder….
Porno Lad: “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN would you please give me your full and undivided attention!”
Porno Lad grits his teeth and adjusts his tie before speaking again….
Porno Lad: “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN would you please give me your full and undivided attention Immediately!”
Porno lad shakes his head ……
Porno Lad: “I can wait all day if I have to. My client and I will not put up with a public that is disrespectful the one truly GOOD thing about this company.”
Porno lad stops as the crowd is booing insistently shaking his head he doesn’t stop until the audience silences itself….
Porno Lad: “Now…that’s better. I would like to introduce you all to MY STARR Client. She is the “Goddess of Goodness”. She weighs a perfect 116 pounds…. She is from not only the dreams of every man and quite a few of the women of the world…”
Crowd starts to boo….
Porno lad stops and just stands there waiting for the audience to stop….
Porno Lad: “Like I said before I can WAIT ALLLLLL DAY!”
He takes a deep breath and has a very annoyed expression on his face…
Porno Lad: “This is for your greater GOOD!”
“You’re an asshole” chants fill the crowd….
Porno Lad stops speaking….
Porno Lad: “What you don’t seem to understand is I am the one with the microphone, I am the one with the power.”
The crowd once again goes mute and Porno Lad smiles…..
Porno Lad: “I proudly present to you not just the future of IWC not just the present BUT The center of all that is IWC and all that ever will be. Ladies and gentlemen……”
ALANA STARR!
The Tron shows the word GOOD! Blinking a few times over as “Now We Are Free” By Gregorian starts to play throughout the arena……
The voice of Alana Starr can be heard speaking…..
Alana: “Good things happen to GOOD people because in the end, the GOOD Guys ALWAYS win!’
The Chorus of “Now We Are Free” plays as smoke fills the entrance way, a video package of Alana doing GOOD deeds is played in the background with footage of Alana wrestling various IWC and GDW Superstars with her hand raised high in victory as she smiles….
Alana’s pearly whites give out a sparkle……
She then starts to descend like an Angel from the rafters in a stoic pose in her wrestling gear looking around at the crowd as they give her a round of boos……
Porno Lad drops to one knee and claps as Alana slowly spins around as soon as the main beat hits on her music…..
She smiles as she lands and slowly walks to the ring raising her hands in the air chanting….……
GOOD! GOOD! GOOD! GOOD! GOOD! GOOD!
Some of the crowd follows suit others chant “BAD! BAD! BAD!”….
Porno Lad leads the way as Alana smiles at the crowd interacting with the fans and signing their Alana merchandise which everyone has of course. Alana takes selfies with the fans and poses with them while Porno Lad bows “We’re Not Worthy”…..
He hops on the apron and holds the ropes open as Alana slowly walks in wearing her angelic robe and the X-Class Title around her way. Porno Lad slowly takes off Starr’s robe revealing Alana’s beautiful body all dressed in white, she then climbs the turnbuckle and back flips into the ring, she tilts her head and smiles, shaking the referee’s hand and waving at the announce team along to her fans and the crowd booing her out of the building….
Alana smirks and blushes saying “Thank You”……
Porno Lad gets on his knees and bows to her, she tilts her head again and smiles as the chants of “GOOD! GOOD! GOOD! GOOD!” and “BAD! BAD! BAD!” continue…..
The beautiful Alana Starr waits for the match to start by stretching her legs on the turnbuckle so that Porno Lad can lift her pads over her knees and make his way outside to the corner.
Greyson: WHAT AN ENTRANCE.
Sparkles: Gets hotter every time I see it.
Greyson: The GOOD Movement obviously in a GOOD mood tonight as Alana Starr prepares to put her coveted X-Class Championship on the line against a very determined and resolute Gavin Taylor.
Sparkles: Yeah, but honestly, I’m worried about my GOOD girly, her opponent Gavin’s a little pissy at the moment over the way things played out a few minutes ago in that Evolution Title match. In a way, Gavin cost Andre his title.
Greyson: And he’s definitely going to be out for revenge against every member of the GOOD Movement, starting with Alana Starr, who he has built quite the rivalry with in recent months.
Sparkles: Alana worked her adorable little ass off to win the X-Class Title, so rivalry or no rivalry, mad Gavin or no mad Gavin, Alana ain’t about to loose jack-shit.
Greysin: Alana fed up with being played, with being manipulated, with being used by Gavin Taylor as a tool against Andre and Tabitha in recent weeks, and now she’s about to do something about it right here tonight.
Sparkles: Some Biscuits about to get served up right now.
Alana stands in the ring preening and posturing with her coveted X-Class Championship before the lights in the building start flickering and ‘Whoa is Me’ by Down With Webster hits the PA system. Though his night hasn’t exactly gotten off to the most auspicious of starts, Gavin Taylor is still worked up, fired up, energized and motivated by his need for revenge. He steps through the curtains and seeks retribution upon the GOOD Movement for both Alana’s words and Ethan’s actions. He is going to achieve it with the very steel chair that he employed earlier tonight still hanging from his palm.
Greyson: Looks like you were right, Sparkles, to be worried about Alana’s well-being. Gavin’s got a chair….
Sparkles: Just like Janie’s got a gun.
Greyson: Taylor intent on putting said chair to use in order to emerge from tonight’s PPV with the X-Class Title in his possession and obtain retribution against the GOOD Movement for everything they’ve done to him over the past few months.
Sparkles; But he brought down all this heat on himself.. Gavin INSISTED on playing with Alana’s mind, using her to destroy Andre and Silverstone International, but Starr saw right through Gavin’s attempts at manipulation.
Greyson: I don’t know if she’s pissed about being manipulated, or more upset to see Taylor’s change of heart. It seems that Gavin is actually trying to help Andre now, instead of undermine him.
Sparkles: Yeah, and how has that worked out for Gavin?
Greyson; Not very well earlier tonight a blinded Dre accidentally gave Gavin the Opinion Changer on a chair.
That very chair is pulled back and right on the verge of being swung at Alana and Von Aaron. Ethan turns himself into a protective cocoon though, wrapping himself around Starr and protecting her as the chair in Gavin’s hand pulls back and prepares to swing. That’s when official Fitzpatrick slides into the ring and grabs the chair before it can be put to use. He tears it right out of Gavin’s palms, forcing Taylor to turn towards the ref and shout in his face. But in the process he exposes his back to Von Aaron, who drops down and goes for a low blow. However, Gavin catches the arm of the agent right before it could destroy Taylor’s crotch.
Gavin stoops down and snatches hold of Ethan’s wrist, refusing to allow it to connect but exposing the back of his neck to the Starr Crossed. Alana flies across the ring and delivers the scissors kick across the back of Taylor’s head, driving his face viciously into the canvas. Gavin rolls to his back and Alana crawls into the cover right off the bat.
Fitzpatrik no sooner gets the chair thrown into the corner of the ring before dropping into position to make the three count.
Greyson: It’s over already?
Sparkles: Thanks to the genius team work of Starr and Von Aaron. These two are just so damned cute together. They’re like the Olsen twins, only less evil.
Fitzpatrick makes the count and the crowd makes some noise.
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Taylor manages to get his shoulder out from under Alana, amazingly defying the expectations of the crowd. He turns over to his stomach and begins to stand only to be caught in Alana’s clutches as she now goes for the Five Starr, the very move that so tragically cut short Kathryn Pearson’s in ring career.
Alana is just about to deliver the move before Gavin finds himself twisting out of position for the flip over neckbreaker. He then turns back towards Starr and receives a boot to the gut, doubling him over. Alana goes rushing into the ropes at Taylor’s side, ricocheting off then leaping into the air for a SECOND Starr Crossed.
Greyson: She’s gonna hit it again.
Sparkles: And finish him off this time.
Her leg comes swinging down into the back of Taylor’s head only to have him move it out of the way in the nick of time and turn his spine to Alana’s. He hooks both of her arms and drags her down into the backslide.
Ingelson is right there to make the count, slipping into position and lifting his hand into the air only to have Alana float over out of the backslide, land on her knees and take Taylor around the neck. She then forces him up to his feet and sets for the Five Starr. She successfully flips over this time into the neck-breaker only to have Gavin reach out and GRAB the referee by his jersey, keeping his body from being spun down into the ring and dropped across the back of his neck.
Alana lands on her seat with nothing to show for her troubles and now Gavin takes off into the ropes in front of her. He ricochets off and comes back in with the All Star Maker. But wait, he gets no further than the ropes, because the second he hits the cables Ethan reaches under them and snags hold of Gavin’s ankle, clutching it in desperation.
Greyson: Von Aaron getting involved AGAIN!
Gavin turns around and stomps at Ethan’s hands, causing the agent to step back flailing his fists and grimacing in pain. Taylor then backs right into Alana’s arms, finding himself dragged down into a backslide.
Ingelson is about to make the count only to have Gavin float over out of the backslide, landing on his feet then reaching down and catching Alana around the waist. It takes quite a bit of strength but Taylor manages to heave Alana from the canvas up and over his shoulder. He is now setting up for the Highlight of the Night.
Greyson: Highlight of the Night, we haven’t seen this one in a while.
Sparkles: And he’s busting it right outta the gates.
Gavin prepares to hit the over the shoulder reverse neckbreaker before Alana suddenly twists her body and ends up straddling Gavin’s back, wrapping her arms around his neck. A sleeper hold is applied and Taylor is trying his absolute best to fight through it, swinging his arms wildly in an attempt to free himself.
Sparkles: Alana with a GOOD counter on Gavin, she’s got him trapped in the sleeper hold.
It seems Gavin is starting to succumb to the oxygen deprivation before he rushes forward across the canvas then stops just short of the ropes. He manages to flip Alana over his back and send her flying through the ropes, plummeting right into the waiting arms of Von Aaron. Shockingly Ethan catches his client and keeps her from collapsing to the mats. He then employs all of his upper body strength to throw Alana back up and onto the apron. She no sooner lands on her feet and begins to re-enter the ring through the ropes when Taylor suddenly rushes in, catches her around the neck and drags her into the squared circle with the Cubic Zirconium Cutter. The Franchise Player drops the GOOD Girl’s face into the canvas with a hanging diamond cutter off the ropes
Sparkles: Sooo not GOOD.
Greyson: This is BAD for Alana.
Sparkles: You can count to 100, it’s over dawg!
Greyson: Stop with the Booker T-isms, seriously.
Sparkles: Anything is better than your commentary, Lovejoy, anything.
Gavin climbs into the cover, and the crowd climbs out of their seats. Everyone is waiting, nay hoping that the X-Class Title is about to be taken from the delusional Alana. The referee slips into position and makes an emphatic count.
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Apparently the count ISN’T emphatic enough. Alana gets her shoulder up and begins to turn away from Gavin. He doesn’t let her get very far, immediately grabbing the Starr Chylde around her neck and applying the All-Star stretch. The Man Who Would Be King has the Anaconda Vice locked in so incredibly tight that Starr’s head is about to implode as a result. Her face goes blood red then bright blue as she resists the compulsion to submit. Alana tries to force her way across her spine in the direction of the ropes, reaching out with her foot and trying to drape it over the bottom rope, but she is unable to extend it far enough.
The leg falls short and Gavin applies more pressure on the Anaconda Vice. That’s when Alana reaches up with her legs and wraps them around Gavin’s neck, pulling down on his head. Taylor is forced to break the Anaconda Vice then roll over backwards and through the ropes. He stands up on the apron with Alana staggering in in front of him only to receive a shoulder to her ribs. The X-Class Champion staggers back clutching at her ribs while Gavin prepares to re-enter the ring. He only gets so far before spotting Von Aaron stepping in.
Gavin turns and kicks at Ethan, sending the agent back peddling. Taylor then turns back to his original target, beginning to slide through the ropes and get his hands on Alana only to find his neck caught in Starr’s clutches.
The crowd reacts with their obligatory squeal when Alana flips over into the Five Starr. Taylor’s dragged the rest of the way through the ropes and slammed forcefully across the back of his neck, hit with the very move that Alana employed to capture the X-Class Championship.
Greyson: Alana hits it…the kill move.
Sparkles: The hip bone is connected to the ankle bone.
Greyson: Stop with the Booker T quotes already!
Sparkles: You have only yourself to blame….dawg.
Alana scrambles into the cover, hooking Gavin’s legs and bobbing her head in conjunction with each slap of the canvas.
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Her head stops bobbing right before three, because Gavin lifts his foot and places it over the bottom rope. Ficklebottom spots it and insists that Alana break the pin. She detaches from the lateral press only to sit Taylor up and apply the sleeper hold. She has her arm tightly clamped around Gavin’s neck once again, really exerting pressure at this point while Taylor grimaces and grinds his teeth until the enamel threatens to begin chipping away.
Sparkles: Now Starr right back into the submission.
Greyson: It seems every week we see more and more evolution and growth out of Alana, making her more and more dangerous.
Ethan looks on with the pride of a father watching his daughter walk down the aisle. But the only thing Alana is wed to is the Championship that she customarily wears around her waist…the X-Class Title. And speaking of fathers, Ethan is suddenly alerted to the presence of Mercedes, Alana’s dad stepping through the crowd towards a row of empty chairs at ringside. Ethan smirks and nods respectfully in Mercedes’ direction, but he doesn’t have the same reaction to the four individuals who follow Starr’s father, one of which wearing a hoodie that largely covers their face.
Greyson: Who is Ethan looking at?
Sparkles: I ummm, think that’s Alana’s father. I know, because I was looking up images of her on google last night, for reasons I won’t go into, and came across a pick of she and that old guy together.
Greyson: Ah, so that’s’ the infamous Mercedes Starr I’ve been hearing so much about? Who’s his friends?
Sparkles: That, I DON’T know.
The one individual in the hood seems as if she’s almost being FORCED along by two tattooed Mexican individuals who do not sit down in the unoccupied chairs around Mercedes. The well-dressed female who followed Mercedes the closest, DOES take a seat however. The pair observing the action at this point.
And the action continue to get a bit more intense. Starr applies enough pressure on the sleeper to push Gavin over to his stomach then straddle his lower back. She now transitions from the sleeper into a very basic but equally as effective camel clutch. She rears back on Gavin’s chin and sits down across his lower back, bending him up at a very awkward angle.
That’s when a very unfamiliar tune infests Gavin’s ears, the sounds of the fans actually chanting his name. Taylor can’t believe it, can’t believe that the crowd is supporting him so vehemently that they actually join in a chorus of his name.
The Franchise Player finds sufficient motivation in this reaction, giving him the strength to not only fight the camel clutch but to bend his head and flip Alana over him as she tries to hold onto his chin. Alana lands on her seat and Gavin goes rushing into the ropes in front of her, setting up for the All-Star Maker. He is about to hit the cables before he spots Von Aaron standing on the opposite side of the ropes, blocking him from building the momentum he needs for the shining wizard. As a result Gavin is unable to hit his All-Star Maker and furthermore Taylor is so distracted he doesn’t even spot Alana racing in from behind. She instantly steps off of Gavin’s hip and swings her foot around into the GOODnight. The enzugari to the back of the skull BARELY grazes Gavin’s head, because he spins out of position just in time.
As a result Alana ends up landing on her elbows and knees with Taylor stepping to her side and taking her around the waist. Gavin, employing what strength he has left, dead-lifts Alana into the air and hangs her over his shoulder, the Highlight of the Night right on the cusp of connecting.
Gavin is about to secure the championship, which is exactly why Ethan is climbing up onto the apron in front of him, shouting at Taylor. As a result Gavin drops Alana and goes right after Von Aaron. The furious Gavin beating down upon him, prompts Taylor to tuck tail and run.
The Agent leaps off the apron with Gavin rolling under the ropes and going straight after him, SICK to death of Von Aaron’s interference and looking to put an end to it at long last. But Von Aaron isn’t going to stick around and take a beating, which is why he’s running around the ring with Gavin nipping at his heels.
The two make several laps around the ring before Von Aaron goes sliding into the squared circle and Taylor enters after him. Or at least Taylor is about to enter the ring before Alana comes flying out of it, through the ropes and head first directly into Taylor. The suicide diving headbutt connects, knocking Taylor off of his feet and into the barricade.
Greyson: Starr saving her agent and taking out Taylor with the suicide headbutt.
Sparkles: And now it looks like she’s going up top.
Alana rolls back into the ring and approaches the turnbuckle while Gavin crawls into the barricade.
Taylor grabs the barrier, starting to stand up in a disorientated state. Alana is climbing up onto the turnbuckle above him. The X-Class Champion takes to the air, flipping forward and crashing directly into Gavin with a forward flipping senton that knocks both athletes to the mats.
Greyson: Big plancha to the outside by Alana….who is beginning to show some of that lucha style.
Sparkles: Which makes her the premier talent here in the X-Class division.
Alana rolls off of her unconscious and winded opponent, and stops in front of the barricade where her father is seated. Starr smiles at Mercedes before giving a sideways glance to the woman seated beside him. She then looks even more confused when glancing at the two burly Mexicanos standing on opposite ends of the hooded girl seated between them. Although clearly bewildered by their presence, Alana slides into the ring and stands up behind the ropes. She waits for Gavin to stand up, watching as Taylor desperately rises to his feet then finds himself subjected to a corkscrew crossobdy, Alana flipping over the ropes and plummeting straight into Taylor’s chest. Both athletes crash into the mats yet again with Alana landing on her knees and starting to exude some confidence.
Her ego is building and building as she slides into the ropes and goes rushing across it, setting up for another dive. She only hesitates when she spots Von Aaron grabbing Gavin by the wrist and dragging him up to his feet, trying to pin his arms behind his back and set him up to suffer the dive.
Gavin however provides a counter, throwing a back elbow into Ethan’s face just as Alana comes diving through the ropes. Gavin now pulls Ethan in front of him, turning Von Aaron into a human shield. Alana’s second suicide dive causes her to go crashing right into her agent’s face, knocking him back and into the barricade.
Von Aaron goes crashing into the barrier then flipping over into the crowd, put there by his own client and landing at the feet of the two men who followed Starr’s father to ringside. Alana rises to her feet, looking a little stunned by her unintentional dive into her agent. She then turns towards Gavin, who has slid back into the ring, holding his spine and chest after all the dives he just withstood.
Alana peers back at Von Aaron even as she comes sliding into the ring, getting to her knees just in time to be blasted across the face with the All-Star Maker.
Greyson: First Gavin uses Alana to take out Von Aaron and now he’s finally hit her with the All Star Maker.
Sparkles: There was no Von Aaron to block him this time.
Although Gavin is winded and wounded he still manages to crawl into the cover on Alana, hooking both of her legs and finding himself on the cusp of becoming the X-Class Champion. Referee Fitzpatrick slides into position and slaps the canvas with the crowd chanting along with each count.
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And here comes the three…or at least it was ABOUT to be three before one of the Spanish men at ringside jumps the barricade and rushes at the ring. The individual, sporting a half mask that only covers the lower half of his face, leaps to the apron and gets Gavin’s attention.
Greyson: That guy who accompanied Mercedes, he’s trying to interfere in this match.
Sparkles: Who and what is he supposed to be?
Greyson: Do I look like I have a clue?
Sparkles: Never.
The intense looking figure just gets a leg through the rope before finding Taylor taking him out with a thrust kick to the cheek.
Greyson: So much for that.
The crowd is slapping the barricades and unleashing a fierce cheer as Gavin turns and spots Alana stumbling to her feet. A boot nails Alana to her gut and Gavin now wraps his arms around her waist, setting up for the Highlight of the Night one last time. He heaves Alana up and onto his shoulder, right on the brink of finishing her off for good when the Goddess of GOODness squirms, lifting her legs up and towards her own face. She ends up shifting her weight and flipping back over onto her feet, landing in front of Taylor and then wedging her hands to his gut. Gavin is pushed back, sent spiraling into the ropes and ricocheting off into a powerful Real Men Use Lariats. His bicep MISSES Alana’s throat, because she catches it with her arms, then throws her legs across his back, countering into a cruciifix pin.
But the pin doesn’t even earn a one count before Gavin is rolling over backwards onto his feet, rushing into the ropes, and coming back into Alana with the Real Men Use Lariats. Gavin now goes for the pinfall after Starr has finished spiraling through the air and landing on her face.
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Now the other man who standing beside Mercedes, this one far older and far more grizzled, leaps the barricade and rushes towards the ring.
Sparkles: What the hell is going on here?
Greyson: Where is security at?
The man, with skin looking like weathered leather, leaps onto the apron and gets Taylor to break his pin. He stands up and cuts off this long haired individual with a headbutt through the ropes right into his gut. The big man collapses to the outside mats, spilling down right beside the other individual who tried to interfere. Now the young hooded lady looks like she’s getting up to leave only to have a hand catch her shoulder and force her back down into the chair, Mercedes and his female colleague making sure she stays put.
In spite of his overwhelming aggravation Gavin does not lose focus, ensnaring Alana’s hair, forcing her into his arms and heaving her into another attempt at the Highlight of the Night. He is just as bound and determined to deliver his high impact finisher as Alana is to avoid it. She delivers multiple palm thrusts across Gavin’s temple, fighting for all she’s worth to block this move from connecting.
The palm strikes finally prove efficient enough to block the neckbreaker, allowing Alana to slip free from this dangerous predicament, landing behind Gavin, turning to his back and shoving him along right into the ropes. Taylor charges into the cables, ricochets off and comes back into Alana with the Better Buzzer Beater. The running STO is just about to connect only to have Alana counter it into the small package.
But Starr’s pinfall is only maintained for half a second before Gavin rolls right out of it and onto his feet, taking off into the ropes. Starr rolls to her feet as well only to be taken off of them via the running STO. The Buzzer Beater connecting!
Greyson: Devastating STO delivered, Gavin about to become the X-Class Champion.
Sparkles: GOOD gravy!
Through all the wear, through all the tear, through all the pain and suffrage, Gavin has persisted and is now about to close in upon the X-Class Championship. He hooks Alana’s leg, about to add more than the Tag Team Titles to his list of accolades.
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The fans are about to go cra-cra up in here only to slip back from the brink of insanity and hit with a cold dash of reality when Alana gets her shoulder up. She twists away from Taylor while the fans twist in their seats, throwing their arms into the air and throwing their inhibitions aside by bombarding the ring with boos.
Sparkles: Ain’t nothin gonna keep the Goddess of GOODness down and out. That championship is a staple of her whole persona, she’s not about to let it go.
Greyson: Gavin has hit her with everything thus far, and it still just isn’t enough.
A winded and wounded Taylor dashes to his feet and charges into the cables in front of a now seated Alana. He dashes back in and prepares to crush her face with the All Star Maker, but the shining wizard is cut off at the pass, Starr getting her feet up and into Taylor’s gut. She kicks him backwards, lifting him off of his feet and sending him rolling across the canvas. He ends up on his elbows and knees with Alana staggering in front of her challenger.
She comes rushing in at the rising Taylor and leaps over his back, catching him around the waist and trying to flip him over into the sunset flip. Instead of dragging him down into the pin though, Taylor remains on his feet, swinging his arms to keep from being dragged into the cover with Alana lying on the canvas beneath him. Gavin does drop, only to land at Alana’s side, grab her arms and attempt to force her into the All-Star Stretch.
Greyson: Taylor is about to lock it in AGAIN.
Sparkles: But Alana won’t tap..she can’t tap….she’ll never tap.
Suddenly Starr launches her knee into the air, swinging it into the back of Gavin’s skull repeatedly, eventually breaking his attempt at the All-Star Stretch. She then reaches up with her hand and digs her fingers right into Taylor’s eyes, raking them. Gavin rolls away from the champion, clutching and clasping at his face while Alana rises to her feet and staggers back into the ropes.
Gavin quickly regroups and closes the distance between he and Alana, only to have the champion launch her feet into the air and wedge them once again to Taylor’s chest. She pushes the Franchise Player back while flipping back herself. She floats over the ropes, lands on the apron and then takes the top rope and pulls herself over. She flips right towards Taylor, crashing into his shoulder with a back first senton that DOESN’T take Gavin down. Instead Taylor keeps standing, holding Starr on top of his shoulder and then stepping to the center of the ring before dumping her down with the Highlight of the Night.
Sparkles: NYAAAAH!
Greyson: At long last Taylor delivers it, he just dumped Alana on the back of her neck with the friggin Highlight of the Night!
Gavin drags himself over Starr’s chest, hooking both legs while the crowd excitedly rises to its feet in anticipation of seeing a new champion crowned.
Sparkles: This can’t be. It just can’t be.
Greyson: We’re about to have a new champion crowned.
The crowd froths collectively at their mouths at the sight of the referee’s hand slapping the canvas.
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All of Taylor’s dreams have finally been realized….those dreams being NIGHTMARES….the referee’s hand is just now coming down to the canvas for the third time before a boot connects with the back of his head. Yet again Von Aaron is in the ring and knocking the referee out cold to keep him from rendering a three count.
Greyson: Von Aaron AGAIN! Damn you Ethan, DAMN YOU!
Sparkles: He’s assaulting another referee. This guy is worse than Aerik Walker with the amount of referees he beats down.
Greyson: He’s keeping ANOTHER of his clients from suffering a pinfall just like he did with Kordy earlier tonight.
Von Aaron now picks up the official, who is groggy and all but incapacitated, before pitching Fitzpatrick through the ropes where he goes crashing to the floor. With the referee removed, Ethan is free to set his nefarious plans into play. He dashes to the corner where the steel chair that Gavin brought into the ring with him was pitched by Fitzpatrick. That chair finds its way into Ethan’s hands.
Sparkles: Ethan continuing to demonstrate why he clearly should have been named manager of the year.
Greyson: He’s doing nothing but making a disgrace of the fine art of professional wrestling.
Sparkles: Fine art? What is it, a fucking Bob Ross painting? That be cool with me actually because it give me an excuse to use the word happy little bush over and over again.
Greyson: I hope by bush, you are referring to plants.
Sparkles: You know damn well what I’m referring to.
With chair in hand Ethan prepares to take out Gavin, and not for dinner at Denny’s. He turns and swings the steel only to have it caught in Taylor’s clutches. The crowd pops big time when Gavin rips the chair right out of Ethan’s palms and lines up his own shot. Taylor is just about to crack Ethan across the skull with the steel, Von Aaron preemptively grimacing. However the chair in Gavin’s palms is suddenly grabbed from behind and snatched right out of his palms. Taylor quickly spins around and receives a boot to the gut, doubling him over and exposing his head to the Can Opener DDT delivered by KORDY!?!
Greyson: KORDY!?!
Sparkles: Revenge, sweet, sweet revenge by our new Evolution Champion for Gavin’s interference in her title match earlier tonight.
Kordy drives Gavin’s skull into the canvas with such force, leaving him flopping onto his back, where he is entirely exposed to the pinfall. Alana drags herself across the ring and drapes herself over Gavin’s body. All the while Von Aaron is staring in shock at Kordy, who vacates the ring and makes her way up the ramp.
Ethan: We’re not through yet Kordy! I want my damned Evolution Title belt.
Alana: ETHAN!
Von Aaron almost leaps out of his skin as he hears his client shouting at him. He turns and finally acknowledges that she’s pinning Taylor.
Alana: The ref!
Von Aaron snaps out of it and rolls to the outside of the ring, picking up Ingelson then depositing him into the squared circle. The official rolls into position and although he’s dazed beyond belief he makes the count.
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Greyson: Alana retains her X-Class Title thanks to Kordy!
At least that WOULD be the case if Gavin’s shoulder wasn’t launching from the ring.
Sparkles: No-no-no-no…tell me that was a hallucination…and if so, why is Alana’s shirt still on?
Greyson: No hallucination Sparkles, Gavin got his shoulder up and keeps this match going.
The crowd excitedly leaps around in the stands as Alana leaps into action. She licks her lips and forms an incredulous smile while wrapping her arms around Gavin’s neck, trapping him in the All-Star Stretch.
Greyson: Come now, look at this. Alana INSULTING Gavin by forcing him to submit to his own hold.
Sparkles: Taylor getting his comeuppance for forcing Alana to endure this hold far too many times throughout this match.
All eyes eagerly watch Gavin’s hand lifting into the air, waiting to see if it’s going to swing to the canvas and submit to the All-Star Stretch. It doesn’t, Gavin continues to endure this punishment, and if he WERE to submit, it remains to be seen if the referee would even acknowledge it. Fitzpatrick is still loopy, barely able to lift his head from the canvas after the beating he took from Von Aaron.
Speaking of Ethan, he’s slapping the apron with both palms and SCREAMING at Gavin to tap out. Alana is doing the same, shouting into Taylor’s ear to give up, but he just won’t do it, he won’t give Alana the honor of forcing him to submit. In spite of everything he’s taken, Taylor reaches the ropes, extends his foot and places it over the bottom rope.
Although the referee isn’t there to break up the submission, Alana releases Gavin instinctively. She then rolls across the canvas and coincidentally finds herself over top of the steel chair. That same twisted grin forms over the GOOD Girl’s face as she picks up the chair and begins to approach Taylor.
Greyson: Alana has the chair in hand.
Sparkles: The Goddess will do ANYTHING to retain her title, ANYTHING.
Greyson: Including stooping to the lowest of lows. What a hypocrite.
Alana slowly turns on the cusp of employing the chair as a weapon while Von Aaron climbs up onto the apron. He puts his hands together for his esteemed client and encourages her to swing the chair and something DOES go swinging….Ethan’s body.
The crowd goes nuttier than Jiff at the sight of Andre Jordan rushing down the ramp, grabbing Von Aaron by the ankle and tearing his feet out from under him. Ethan crashes face first into the apron then spins around into punch after punch across his forehead.
Greyson: Andre is out here getting revenge…getting payback for Von Aaron costing him the Evolution Championship earlier tonight.
Sparkles: Just keep your hands off of Ethan’s fro, bro.
Jordan now grabs a stunned Ethan by the wrist and Irish whips him towards the steel steps. Ethan turns and slams into the steel spine first, bouncing off and collapsing across the mats. Just then Alana drops the chair and reaches through the ropes, grabbing hold of Andre’s head.
On instinct Jordan pushes aside the hands and then spins around throwing a devastating forearm across Alana’s temple. He now watches his ex girlfriend spiral across the ring right into the STO into the steel chair. Gavin connects with the move that sends Starr rolling across the canvas clutching at her kidneys, but Taylor is clutching at her shoulder. He pulls Starr onto her back and throws himself over her chest, leg hooked.
Though groggy, official Fitzpatrick crawls into position and makes the count. Meanwhile at ringside, Jordan is fending off those two brutes who tried to interfere in the match, Mercedes’ associates, who comes rushing into bionic elbows for their troubles, Dre somehow managing to knock these two men back.
Greyson: Jordan may have just aided his tag team partner in capturing the X-Class Championship.
Sparkles: He owes it to Taylor after hitting him with the Opinion Changer earlier tonight.
The crowd nervously bites at their lower lips as the official makes the count.
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This is it, the moment Gavin has been waiting for, his moment in the spotlight, his moment to shine. The referee’s hand falls to the canvas for the third and the fi…noooo….Starr kicks out.
Greyson: Stunning…stunning…stunning.
The crowd watch with gaping mouths as Starr kicks out from another move that SHOULD have ended this grueling battle of wills.
Gavin ascends to his feet in the ring while the older of the two men he attacked a few moments ago comes sliding into the ring. He goes right after Taylor, delivering a double axehandle across his back that knocks Gavin into the ropes. Jordan comes sliding in after this brute however, rushing in behind him and catching whoever he is under the arm, hitting him with the Opinion Changer.
Gavin has no idea what’s going on behind him, all his sights are set on is the hooded girl at ringside, trapped between Mercedes and the other Mexican lady. Suddenly the hood is pulled back and the face of Madison Chase comes into view, Gavin Taylor’s wife
Greyson: What? Hold on. Wait, why is Madison Chase at ringside, isn’t that Gavin’s wife?
Sparkles: Hell yes it is.
Greyson: And yet she’s with Mercedes, Alana’s father? Can someone PLEASE explain to me what’s going on here?
Gavin would like to figure that out himself, he tilts his head, rubs at the back of it and tries to understand why his wife would be with Mercedes. She quivers slightly when Alana’s father puts his hand on her shoulder and begins to massage it in almost sensual fashion. Gavin’s face twists into a picture of rage, clinching fists and wanting to direct them into the face of Starr’s papi. Meanwhile, behind Taylor’s back, Andre is now kicking the gut of the OTHER Mexican who tried to interfere earlier. Jordan now drops him with the Game Changer. The pedigree connects and sends him flipping over to his back. Jordan then stands up and steps in behind Taylor, grabbing him by the shoulder. Gavin, in a fit of rage, turns around and delivers the Real Men Use Lariats. The clothesline takes Jordan down to the canvas and Gavin lands beside him, suddenly looking stunned by what he just did, taking out Dre.
Greyson: NOOOO Taylor!
Sparkles: He just-he just-he just took out his OWN partner.
Greyson: ANOTHER miscommunication between Team Epic.
Gavin puts his palms on his head, ready to rip hair out as he stares down at the co-holder of Taylor’s Tag Team Titles griping at his jaw and rolling across the canvas. Gavin can’t believe what he just did, and it’s that disbelief that causes him to be subjected to the GOODnight. Alana delivers the step up enzugari to the back of Taylor’s head, leaving him dead on his feet. Somehow Gavin remains on his feet in spite of having no function left in his brain.
Alana takes advantage, stepping to Taylor’s side, taking him around the neck then giving him the Five Starr right onto the steel chair.
Greyson: GOODnight followed by the FIVE STARR!
The pin is made and the official is finally coming through in time to make the count, ignoring all of the bodies strewn across the canvas.
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There is a thunderclap of varying reactions from the fans at the sight of the referee’s hand falling to the canvas for the third time.
Greyson: It’s over…good lord almighty it’s finally over.
Sparkles: With the greatest of eeeeasse.
Greyson: ENOUGH with GOD-DAMN BOOKER-ISMS!
Sparkles: Okay, I’ll switch over to Art Donovan mode then.
Greyson: Never-mind, stick with emulating Booker.
The once energized fans now slip into a reaction of dread as they are forced to witness the visual of Alana rising to her knees in celebration. The bell hasn’t even had a chance to chime before Ethan is snatching the X-Class Title out of the time keeper’s hands. He then goes rushing around the ring and sliding into the squared circle with the belt excitedly held above his head.
Greyson: And look at this idiot Ethan. He has no cause to celebrate how his client just won this match.
Sparkles: What? She put Gavin down fair and square.
Greyson: Fair and square? FAIR AND SQUARE!?!
Sparkles: Take it down a notch Lovejoy, you might get anal bleed.
Greyson: Alana’s victory tonight is about as far removed from fair and square as you can get. On top of using that steel chair, Alana employed the aid of Von Aaron multiple times throughout the match to screw Gavin over…Not to mention the assistance of whomever these damned guys are who came here tonight with her father.
Sparkles: Don’t try to crap all over Alana’s victory. She earned this win.
The X-Class Title falls over Alana’s shoulder, placed there by a giddy Von Aaron. She struggles to her feet, leaning on her agent and lifting her championship above her skull to a piercing roar of disapproval from the masses.
Alana: GOOD! GOOD! GOOD!
Ethan: GOOD! GOOD! GOOD!
The crowd yearns to yak at the sight of Starr and Von Aaron chanting their all too familiar catchphrase in the center of the ring. Some actually join in with the chant, but most remain bitterly opposed to the GOOD Movement.
Speaking of bitterness….Andre looks up holding the back of his neck and through his still burning eyes at Gavin rolling to the outside of the ring. The second Taylor hits the mats, Mercedes is taking his hands off of Madison Chase’s shoulders and instructing her to help her husband. Chase quickly leaps over the barricade, drops down beside Gavin, wraps arms around his neck and smothers his face with kisses.
Greyson: What is going on? How many times do I have to ask that question before I get a damned answer already?
Sparkles: This is just….just strange.
Alana & Ethan: GOOD! GOOD! GOOD!!
The chanting persists in the middle of the ring, getting louder and louder as it gets harder and harder for Andre to bottle the rage he directs at Taylor, who sits with his wife in his lap, continuing to smother his brow with smooches.
BACKSTAGE
In spite of all the madness she’s been involved in over recent months, Abigail Lindsey can still smile. Her grin never falters as she almost glides through the locker-room towards her gym bag. She just begins to unzip it and reach inside for her gear before a shadow is cast upon her.
Cage: Ahem…
Lindsey looks back over her shoulder at Cassidy Cage, standing there arms crossed and head lowered.
Abigail: Oh…HEY GIRL!
Before Cassidy can even react, her neck is ensnared and she’s being pulled into a hug.
Abigail: So awesome to see a friendly face.
Cage: Erm…um….no Abi.
The hug is broken, Cage stepping away from the very arms she use to eagerly anticipate running into.
Cage: This isn’t a time for hugs….we NEED to talk.
Abigail: Is this…is this about what I said on Riot?
The lack of confidence Lindsey expressed in Cage’s abilities is obviously still weighing heavy on Cassidy’s heart.
Cage: You told me I couldn’t beat Tina Valentine…
Abigail: You can’t take anything I said on Riot seriously. I was still loopy after being dumped on my head….
Cage: No. There was more to it than that, Abi. For the first time in a long…loooong time, I saw sincerity in your eyes.
Abigail: Sincerity?
Cage: You were being honest. BLUNT, but honest.
Abigail: Cass-Cass-Cass, I was just dropped on my head, I wasn’t talking any sense. I BELIEVE in you.
Cage: No you don’t.
Abigail: Of course I do.
Cage: Stop LYING to me, Abi, and stop LYING to yourself while your at it.
Abigail: What’s that supposed to mean?
Cage was on the verge of walking off before having her wrist grabbed and her body pulled back around so that she’s forced to face Abi and face Abi’s line of questioning.
Cage: You know exactly what I mean.
Abigail: I’m afraid I don’t dear.
Cage: You know how much I care about Katelyn, but-but, I-I-I think there’s some truth behind what Brittany’s been saying about her. And it’s a truth you HAVE to face.
The hand that was clasping Cassidy’s wrist is removed, Abigail raising it to her face. Lindsey’s fingers slide down her face and over her lips, which begin to produce a chuckle.
Abigail: The truth? I have to face the truth? I’m not the one who’s been lying to herself. YOU’RE the delusional one Cassidy.
Cage is unfamiliar with seeing Abigail in this state, watching her transform from optimistic and upbeat to rather cruel and jaded.
Cage: What…..what…do you mean?
Abigail: You’re CRAZY if you think you’ve got a chance in hell against Tina Valentine.
Cage: Abi…how can you….
Abigail: You wanted SINCERITY, you’re getting sincerity. You’re going to lose tonight, Cass, and you want to know why? Why you’re going to lose? Because you’re weak….
This insult leaves Cage first downtrodden but then enraged.
Cage: Where do you get off?
Abi had her back turned to Cage and was busy fetching her gear out of her gym bag when Cage summoned the strength to question her.
Cage: You think I’M the weak one?
Now it’s Abi turn to be spun around and FORCED to listen to Cage’s comments.
Cage: I’ll show you who’s weak when I take my ass to that ring and put my boot so far down Tina’s throat she’ll be shitting leather for a month. I’ll beat Valentine tonight and become Queen of the Ring Champion rather you believe in me or not. Why, because I have the strength to conquer my fears and overcome my obstacles, to take them straight on. You….you hide behind your smile, and your bubbly personality…you keep your head buried in the sand so you don’t have to face YOUR fears.
Cage turns and steps towards the door, and this time no one is reaching out to grab her. Abi just keeps her arms hanging to her side and her head hanging low.
Cage: Something happened between Silas and Katelyn, and you NEED to talk to your sister about it. You can’t keep hiding forever.
Enough has been said, Cage exits the dressing room and leaves Abi entrenched in thought. Her focus, what little there is, returns to her gym bag. Said bag is not the only thing that opens. A door to Abi’s side comes ajar and Veronica Rodriquez steps through it. Fury looks out into the room, but her eyes are primarily drawn to Lindsey.
Fury: You were right, Serenity.
Abigail: Hmmm?
Fury: Cassidy desperately needs our help.
Abigail: Yes, she does. She needs to be stronger.
Fury: Rest easy, Serenity, Ambrosia and I will give Cassidy strength by helping her embrace her inner darkness.
Abigail: Good…
Lindsey removes a black leather ensemble from her bag and holds onto a mask of the same material.
Abigail: Because accepting your devil is far more rewarding than trying to fight it.
The mask stretched between her hands continues to be Abi’s soul focal point.
Abigail: I have to speak to my sister.
The mask is draped across the bench, seemingly watching as Abigail approaches the door, intent on a meeting with Brittany Lohan that is long overdue.
IN RING
Alana & Ethan: GOOD! GOOD! GOOD!!
Reigning X-Class Champion Alana Starr and her manager Ethan Von Aaron continue to rile up the crowd with a rendition of their catch-phrase, resulting in a rather hostile response from the fans.
Greyson: Their still out here, Alana and Ethan..
Sparkles: The greatest duo since Burt Ward and Adam West.
Greyson: And boy are they EVER fired up after Alana’s successful X-Class Title defense just a few moments ago.
The X-Class Title remains over Alana’s shoulder, shining brighter than ever. But even in this moment of such elation and pride, there seems to be a darkness that hangs over Ethan’s head, a perpetual black cloud he can’t escape.
Ethan: Mad….mad…MAAAD PROPS Goddess.
Alana’s cheeks are all the more rosy when buttered up by Von Aaron, who approaches with microphone in hand. He actually goes as far as to bow to Starr.
Ethan: You continue to make me the HAPPIEST agent…no the HAPPIEST man…no the HAPPIEST person in the whole wide world.
Starr goes as far as to curtsy to Von Aaron.
Ethan: You just demonstrated once again why you are the cornerstone of the GOOD Movement. Why you are the shining light of purity, GOODness and talent here in the land of SIN. I could stand out here for hours talking about just how skilled you are and it still wouldn’t do justice to your talent. You are truly the EVOLUTION of this indust…..
Von Aaron begins to trail off after emphasizing the word ‘Evolution.’ He goes silent in spite of the fact that Alana is coaxing him into continuing by moving her finger in circles, as if reeling Von Aaron’s tongue out of his mouth, freeing it from behind his clinched teeth.
Ethan: I’m-I’m sorry Starr Chylde.
At last he speaks, but he’s not producing the words that Alana was yearning to hear.
Ethan: I-I-I know I PROMISED to give you the spotlight you deserve, but I just can’t get Kordy and MY Evolution Championship off my mind. So please forgive me, Alana, but I have to get this issue settled…I have to make Kordy come back out here and give me my Evolution title
A long breath is taken by Starr, who TRIES her best to sympathize with her agent and his insatiable lust for championship gold.
Alana: Ethan…..this is MY moment…
Ethan: I know-I know-I know…so I BEG you for your forgiveness.
Alana’s hands are raised and her knuckles are smothered in Von Aaron’s kisses.
Ethan: Unlike your loser ex boyfriend, I would never DARE try to steal your thunder, but I just can’t….
Alana: Alright, FINE, just get this stuff with Kordy over with so that we can get back to ME!
Ethan: You got it Starr Chylde. As soon as I get Kordy to bring me the Evolution Championship I will gladly devote the rest of the evening to you and you alone….
Aiken: I am afraid your moment in the spotlight will be delayed then, Frau Starr.
A remorseless reaction is hurled upon Aiken Frost, who emerges from the backstage area with Red Rayne at his side and Rachel Frost being dragged along behind. Her head hangs in spite of being yanked by the chain leading to the collar around her throat. Aiken tugs upon said chain and forces his wife, the NHB Champion, into compliance. Each tug on Rachel’s throat, leads to a more pronounced grimace on Von Aaron’s face.
Aiken: Ethan Von Aaron.
Aiken Frost and Ethan Von Aaron at LAST come face to face within the center of the ring. Red Rayne remains beside Aiken, giggling as she rests her cheek upon his shoulder. Rachel isn’t giggling, she looks down at the canvas, unable to so much as glance in the direction of her husband and his newest acquisition, Kozlov.
Ethan: Lucien Frost.
Ethan glares into Aiken’s black and soulless eyes, but in Von Aaron’s peripheral view he keeps account of Rachel, even if she won’t return his stares. Alana stands behind Ethan, wearing the proverbial pouty face, lips puckered and trembling in anger as she squeezes the X-Class Title.
Aiken: I am very glad that our paths have crossed Herr Von Aaron.
Ethan: As am I, Mr. Frost
Aiken: I believe the two of us have much to discuss before you team alongside my wife to take on Taylor Chase and the GOOD Movement’s ex lovers.
Ethan: True….but with all due respect, now is not the time…
Aiken: Truly? I thought you would have been overjoyed to have another opportunity to be so close to my wife.
The slack in the chain that binds Rachel to Aiken is pulled, forcing the NHB Champion to stagger to her husband’s side. Ethan steps forth to retaliate only to have Alana grab him by the wrist, trying to calm her agent before he does something he’ll regret.
Aiken: Well now, does my control and influence over my beloved Rachel anger you, Herr Von Aaron?
Another forceful tug is given to the chain, bringing Rachel down to her knees. It becomes harder and harder for Von Aaron to control himself, physically shaking from head to toe as he witnesses this abuse.
Aiken: Do you consider me daft?
Von Aaron IS daft at the moment, looking a little puzzled.
Aiken: Do you think I am so easily manipulated?
Von Aaron shrugs his shoulders, looking even more puzzled.
Aiken: I know why you’ve chosen to align your coveted GOOD Movement with the Sinistry. It has nothing to do with taking a stand against certain powers that look to undo the Sinistry’s influence over this federation. The reason you have pursued this alliance with my family is so that you could be closer to my wife.
Another pull of the chain draws Rachel to Aiken’s hip. The NHB Champion leans against Aiken’s thigh and his fingers twirl through her hair.
Ethan: Listen Frost, no offense, but your way off the mark here chief. There’s nothing going on betwee….
Aiken: So you deny collaborating with my wife to see her set free from her marriage?
Von Aaron is stunned that Aiken is so well informed.
Ethan: I ummmm…
All Von Aaron can do is rub the back of his head and grimace.
Aiken: Relax dear boy, I am not angry.
If Ethan wasn’t confused before, you damn sure better believe he is now.
Aiken: I know how charming Rachel can be.
Confesses Aiken while taking Rachel under the chin and forcing her head back to stare into his darkened eyes.
Aiken: Many would find it difficult to resist being drawn to her. So do not fear some form of physical reprisal for your scandalous activities with my wife.
Ethan breaths a sigh of relief, though he wouldn’t mind getting physical with Aiken upon baring witness to the way Frost treats his wife.
Aiken: But my tolerance can only be pushed too far dear boy. So if you wish to avoid complications between our respective forces, I would suggest that you keep your relationship with Rachel strictly professional. Agreed?
Alana encourages Ethan to agree to these demands but once again he finds himself unresponsive.
Aiken: Did I not make my request clear to you?
Rayne begins to detach from Aiken’s side and step closer to Von Aaron.
Aiken: Will you agree to my terms, or will you jeopardize the GOOD Movement, Sinistry alliance?
Still no response form Ethan, in spite of Alana’s attempts to get him to speak up and Rayne’s attempts to frighten him.
Aiken: Hmmm, perhaps you need stronger incentive. It should come to no surprise to you, Von Aaron, that I hold sway over the mind of your dearest Kordy. Her kind Stranger has suggested that it would be more beneficial to her career if she were to follow my instruction. So with a single comment I could make her return to this ring and bestow the Evolution Championship unto you.
Von Aaron is at least physically responsive, looking up with eager eyes.
Aiken: Or, conversely, I could insist that she NEVER allow you anywhere near her championship.
That eagerness in Von Aaron’s eyes…yeah…it’s gone…They become almost as dark as Aiken’s.
Aiken: I suppose my decision hinges upon your behavior this evening. If you maintain PROFESSIONALISM between yourself and my wife when teaming tonight, I shall call upon Kordy to give you the Evolution Title. However, if you indulge your perversions and give over to your sinful lust, then young Kordelia will keep the Evolution Title in her possession. So I believe the choice is yours dear boy. Either you keep your hands off of my wife, or you will never put your hands on the Evolution Title. Do we have an agreement?
It isn’t until Ethan’s eyes fall upon the despair in Rachel’s face, that he responds.
Ethan: I….I…..I….
Aiken: Out with it.
Ethan: I agree.
Rachel looks lost, all her hope eroded, her heart decayed.
Aiken: Wunderbar….
Frost grins to the point where the corners of his mouth almost touch the black orbs floating within his obsidian eye sockets. But the time for such joyful expressions concludes when the massive Jed Wayne comes bearing down upon Frost.
Rayne alerts Aiken and the two quickly scatter from the ring as Wayne slides inside.
Greyson: Jed Wayne!?!
Sparkles: What da hale?
Greyson; That’s Rachel Frost’s protector! We haven’t seen him for weeks, since he was kicked out of the Frost estate.
Sparkles: Why is he here now? Where has he been?
Greyson: I haven’t the slightest clue where he’s been keeping himself.
Von Aaron looks just as stunned as everyone as Wayne approaches Rachel. It seems the big bearded man has seen enough of Aiken’s abuse upon Rachel. He stoops and collects Rachel in his arms, dragging her up to her feet with the intent of leading her through the ropes to safety. His huge piercing eyes shift back to Ethan in the process of aiding the NHB Champion.
Jed: You promised to help her, boy.
Ethan doesn’t even have a chance to finish throwing his arms up into the air before pointing with distress at Rachel.
Jed doesn’t even have a chance to react to Von Aaron’s ominous gesticulations, before finding Rachel sliding right out of his palms. He turns with his eyes wider than ever before and glares at Aiken dragging Rachel by the ankles out of the ring and to his side on the mats below. Aiken grabs the chain and wraps all the excess slack around his hand, using it to pull Rachel in as close to his side as possible.
Obviously Wayne isn’t taking this well….he had his hands on Rachel, and now he sees Aiken’s hands on her instead. Rage swells in Wayne as Aiken and Frost move up the ramp with Rayne joining them. She falls into Aiken, who immediately shields her head by pulling it close to his chest. With both ladies in his hands Aiken quickly backs through the curtains and all three vanish into the shadows.
But Ethan continues to stand in the light and under the fierce gaze of Wayne.
Ethan: Jed, listen…You just don….
Wayne whips around and slaps his hand around Von Aaron’s throat, seconds away from chokeslamming him to the canvas.
Jed: Liars die.
Before Wayne can crush Ethan’s frame, Alana leaps in and grabs her agent around the waist, pulling his throat out of Jed’s palm and pulling his body out of the ring.
BACKSTAGE
The crowd might be confused by what just transpired in the ring, but there’s no denying what’s going on backstage. Abigail Lindsey is front and center, marching straight towards the rolling cameras and straight towards the door marked ‘Silas World.
Tina: Thought you would show up here sooner rather than later.
What Abi hadn’t anticipated running into was what she got…Tina Valentine. With the Queen of the Ring title snuggly wrapped around her waist, Valentine leans with her shoulder wedged to the doorframe of the very chamber that Abigail was nearing. Once Lindsey arrives, Tina is inclined to put her Iphone away.
Tina: Took you longer than I thought actually.
Once the phone has been stowed away in her pocket the Duchess approaches Abi with nothing in hand save for the title belt she pats the giant gold plate of.
Abigail: Tina….did you miss me that much?
Tina: Awww, don’t flatter yourself honey, I could live the rest of my life very happily never seeing your skanky face again.
Abigail: Why do you have to be so darned fussy, Tina?
Tina: Don’t get me wrong, I’m not here to FUSS, I’m actually here to thank you.
Abigail: Me? Thank me? Did you bring me some chocolates? Could sooo go on a chocolate bender right now.
Tina: No treats, other than my company of course. But yeah, wanted to let you know that I’m actually PROUD of you for standing up to Cassidy and telling her the truth instead of licking her ass like you normally do.
Abigail: Awww…now your just being malicious.
Tina: Seriously though, thanks for telling Cass precisely what she needed to hear two weeks ago. Now if only she listened to you instead of doing nothing but fantasizing about you in your bra and panties.
Abigail: Are you living vicariously through Cassidy now?
Tina: Heh….believe me Abi, I wouldn’t want to walk half an inch in Cassidy’s boots. Especially tonight, when she strolls right down to the ring and loses the ability to ever walk away from it again. If only she had just listened…just listened when you told her that she couldn’t beat me. It could have saved her from being checked off my ‘Ho Hit-List.’ But instead she’s just going to be another victim in the Duchess’ reign as the FIRST and GREATEST Queen of the Ring Champion.
Abigail: Oh my, sounds like Cassidy is in trouble.
Tina: She’s in over her head, you realize that, she doesn’t….
Abigail: Well Cassidy is pretty stubborn, you’re going to find out just how stubborn when you two meet in the ring.
Tina: No, she’s going to find out that she’s nothing but another ho who can’t handle a woman of my immense skills…..
Abigail: Okay, I’m bored with you now, step out of my way.
To the surprise of many, Tina’s reaction to this comment brings an actual grin across Valentine’s shaking head.
Tina: You’re really going to regret saying that Abi. I WAS going to take it easy on Cassidy, but now….I’m going to go above and beyond to remind her who’s the queen, and who’s nothing but a bottom licking ho.
Valentine marches eagerly to the ring, determined to crush not only Cassidy’s body, but her will as well. In spite of these threats made by the Duchess, Abigail remains undeterred in her quest to get some alone time with her big sister. Hence why she’s marching towards the door to Silas World’s dressing room, refusing to even knock. She begins to push the door open before hearing the raised voices inside the room. The door is pushed open JUST enough for Abigail and the camera to peek inside, catching a visual of Silas Mason pacing the carpet in front of his seated clients. Scott Cannon and Brittany Lohan are forced to listen to Silas’ raised and raspy voice. All the while Sienna Swann and Lenore Price-Mason are standing behind Silas, arms crossed and heads bobbing with every word that Mason speaks.
Silas: What has gotten into the two of ya, huh? HUH!?! Where do you two get off going into business fer yerselves?
Scott: Silas, seriously, relax.
Silas: Nah, the time to be a cool customer is over, specially when ya start putting me into matches,, Fly-Boy.
Scott: Oh ye of little faith, you actually think I’m going to give Amanda ANY opportunity to face you tonight? There’s no way she’s going to make it past me to get you alone in the ring for five minutes, four minutes, three minutes….
Silas: I get yer point, Fly-Boy, but I’m takin’ matters into my own hands. I ain’t leavin’ anything up to chance ‘ere tonight.
Mason says this while snapping his gloved fingers and being supplied Sienna’s Iphone.
Scott: What do you mean, Silas? What trick do you have up your sleeve?
Silas: What, you want ME to put all my cards out on the table after ya done went and tried to get me put in a match against that homicidal bitch?
Scott: Silas, all I’ve done is ensure that Amanda will never be a threat to you again. You see how fired up and dangerous she is when motivated, so just imagine having her fire working for you, instead of against you.
Silas: Say what ya will Fly-Boy, but it don’t change a damned thing.
Silas begins to scroll through the photos on Sienna’s phone before finding the ones that interest him so.
Silas: I’ll be dealin’ wit ya when the time is right. But at the moment, I’m sendin’ some photos to Baby Doll that she will find very-very interestin’.
Scott: Photos you say?
Silas: Yep. The photos ya sent Baby Face two weeks ago.
Sienna’s cheeks redden and Scott’s face whitens.
The phone is turned towards Scott’s face, revealing an image of Amanda Blayze in bed with the Orlando Cruze impersonator.
Scott: Your going to send my snapshots to Taylor Chase?
Silas: And when I do, Baby Doll will take care of our Blayze situation for us.
Scott: But didn’t you hear Kloe? If anyone in Silas World interferes in my match against Blayze, they’re fired…
Silas: I don’t give two flyin’ fucks bout Baby Rose’s threats. S
Sienna: Why not just send ME to take out Blayze? She trusts me, she will never see it coming.
Silas: Nah, Baby Doll has somethin’ to prove to me. She didn’t do what I ordered her to do four weeks ago on NewAge, she didn’t lay down for McBride, but she WILL do as I order tonight, she WILL beat the piss outta Blayze. And ya know damn well Kloe won’t fire Tay…that’s why Baby Doll has to be the one who knocks Blayze’s tits to the dirt.
Scott: I don’t know Silas, taking a big gamble with Taylor’s career.
Silas; I ain’t gamblin’ nothing, Baby Rose realizes Baby Doll is here meal ticket, without ‘er, there ain’t no IWC. So ain’t shit to worry about.
Brittany: Alright, problem solved, are we through?
Silas: I ‘aven’t even gotten started yet, so ya sit yer ass down right now and you listen.
Lohan reclines in her chair, crossing her thick arms over her chest and shaking her head.
Silas: I told ya and I told ya and I told you again not to mettle in my business with Baby Brown.
Lohan: Silas, your absolutely delusional if you think I’m going to let my sister marry Katelyn after what she and you did together I’m NOT going to stop until Abi sees Katelyn for what she is….
Silas: What Baby Brown is…is loyal. Unlike the two of ya…(pointing to both Scott and Lohan)…my Katelyn LISTENS and does whatever I tell ‘er to do. I tell ‘er to lay out Baby Doll, she does it.. I tell ‘er to bend over and bark like a dog, she does it. I tell ‘er to drop those panties and hop tween the sheets with me, that’s what she does, and that’s what she did. But it ain’t none of yer business, and it specially ain’t none of yer sister’s business either. So ya keep yer mouth shut or I’ll make sure Sebastian Knight isn’t the only impromptu opponent ya face off against.
Lohan: I can’t..
Silas: You will LEAVE THIS BE!
Lohan: Fine Silas.
Silas: What?
Lohan: FINE!
Silas: That’s more like it.
The camera slowly pulls back out into the hall capturing Abigail’s expression as she eavesdrops on this whole conversation. Her entire disposition has drastically altered, her lower lip trembling as if she’s about to burst into tears. However, those trembling lips suddenly produces a giggle and even with a tear streaming down her cheek Lindsey finds herself laughing hysterically.
TINA VALENTINE (C) VS. CASSIDY CAGE
QUEEN OF THE RING CHAMPIONSHIP
The all too familiar and all too haunting tones of Cassidy Cage’s entrance music is flowing through the speakers and the challenger for the X-Class Champion is flowing through the curtains. With emotions flooding through her Cage prepares to crash like a tidal wave upon the ring, where she will drown Tina Valentine in a tsunami of hate. As she makes her way up the steps. Cassidy finds herself reflecting on everything that has went down between she and the Queen of the Ring Champion over the past four months. She thinks about being back dropped off the stage by the Duchess, being jumped backstage on multiple occasions, and being beaten repeatedly with a steel chair. Everyone of those heinous assaults, coupled with the words Abi spoke to her earlier tonight, have Cage so motivated as she prepares to lock up with Tina for the title.
Greyson: One big mach after another here tonight at Upping the Ante. Cassidy Cage about to challenge for the Queen of the Ring Championship in a match that is BEYOND personal.
Sparkles: An absolute shit ton has gone down between these two over the past five months or so.
Greyson: Indeed, who will ever forget how Cage was back dropped off the stage by Valentine….
Sparkles: Tina sure as hell hasn’t let us forget it.
Greyson: Of course not. She continues to rub that salt in Cage’s wounds, but Cassidy will be looking to inflict even deeper more permanent scars on Tina as a result….God I cannot wait for this one to get started.
Sparkles: It’s gonna be a friggin beat-down fo’ show!
Excitement levels are definitely spiking in regards to this hotly anticipated culmination to a rivalry that has spanned so many months and taken so many years off the careers of both ladies involved. For Cassidy, this match is a career defining moment, pacing in anticipation of locking up with Valentine for the Queen of the Ring Title. Her wait isn’t very long, because Cassidy’s eyes are immediately directed to the lady making her way through the curtains to the familiar tracks of Tina Valentine’s theme music. With the Queen of the Ring Title around her waist, Valentine makes her way through the curtains intent on delivering upon the threats she directed to Abigail backstage.
Greyson: In spite of her piss poor attitude and her disgusting behavior, one cannot discount the talent Tina possesses.
Sparkles: Nor that oh so tapable booty.
Greyson: Well Tina does make an ass of herself every time she disrespects the entire IWC woman’s division with her repulsive words and even sicker actions.
Sparkles: Yeah, but she’s managed to back up those words AND be a woman of action. She won that Queen of the Ring Title over four other bitches at Reawakening Day, that takes talent…and a a GREAT ass.
Greyson: Well your right about HALF that comment…But what I won’t agree with is….OH WAIT.
Valentine has reached the mid-point of the ramp before having a shoulder driven straight into her ribs. An explosive roar is heard from the crowd and a loud groan is heard from Valentine and a piercing scream is heard from Cage. She lifts Valentine up and off of her feet with a spear that sends the Queen of the Ring Champion plowing spine first into the steel setting on the entry way. Her spine smashes against the LCD screens flashing with images of various IWC superstars mimicking the royal characters on playing cards. One of these screens almost crack as Valentine’s body is driven into it.
She reaches for her kidneys and cries out in pain from the impact, almost falling over, but Cage isn’t about to give Valentine the opportunity to do that. Instead Cassidy grabs Valentine by the back of the head then charges her straight towards the edge of the stage before throwing her off.
Sparkles; NOOOO!
Valentine catches some air before plummeting right into the concrete floor.
Greyson: Cage just-Cage just-DEAR GOD!
Sparkles: Cage threw Valentine off the stage!!
Tina crashes across her side across the hardened floor then rolls onto her back, lying on the ground absolutely motionless at this point. All the while Cassidy is screaming down from the stage at her decimated nemesis.
Cage: You don’t believe I can beat you, Abi doesn’t think I can beat you….FINE…I’ll settle for BREAKING you.
Mission accomplished.
Valentine isn’t moving after being thrown off the stage, not even able to get a shoulder up off of the ground. She just lays there on the floor DESPERATELY trying to draw oxygen back into her lungs. Referee Ficklebottom is darting from the ring to the stage-side area, bending down to check on the condition of the Queen of the Ring Champion. He takes one look at her and then motions for the back, crying out for help. His pleas are answered by two security guards, the very same men who got beat down earlier by Amanda Blayze. They look in about as bad of shape as Valentine, but still lend her some aid, stooping down in spite of their strained backs in order to take Tina under the arms, leading her up to her feet.
Greyson: Security coming out here to help Tina.
Sparkles: Girl desperately needs it after she was just demolished by Cage.
Greyson: We’re sorry to our paying audience, we know you wanted to see Valentine defend her title against Cage, but it looks like Cassidy has just ensured that we won’t be getting that match this evening.
Sparkles: Yeah, Valentine is dead on her adorable feet.
Tina’s eyes have rolled to the back of her head as she’s pulled up to her feet…no..to her toes, which are dragging across the pavement as the two security guards stand under her arms and support her body. They are beginning to help her to the back before Cassidy intervenes by launching herself off the stage into a crossbody block on all three injured individuals. Tina AND security go crashing into the floor amidst a reaction that is nothing short of feral. The fans lunge out of their seats as Cage and her target plummet to the ground
Sparkles: NAAAAAH!!
Greyson: CAGE OFF THE STAGE!
Sparkles: She ain’t letting security take Tina anywhere.
Valentine curls into a ball around her ribs, grimacing from the trauma that infests her mid-section. She obviously has no strength to stand up of her own accord after that devastating plunge into the concrete. But the fists of Cage that she is being dragged into our JUST as devastating. Cassidy delivers one jab after another across Tina’s brow and then takes her by the hair, dragging her around the ramp and towards the ring.
Sparkles: Looks like this crazy bitch is gonna get this match started one way or another.
Greyson: Alright then fans, retract my earlier apology.
Sparkles: Yes, cause you’ve already got so much to apologize for, Lovejoy, what with being the creepiest looking individual on this roster.
It takes quite a bit of doing but Cage manages to throw Valentine into the ring where the Queen of the Ring Champion will be subjected to all the tortures she has coming her way.Valentine gets to her knees when Cage rushes into the ropes in front of her, bounces off and puts one of her OWN knees to use. Cassidy launches herself into a diving knee right into Tina’s jaw, knocking her to her back and knocking a few teeth loose in the process.
Greyson: Brutal knee to the Duchess!
Sparkles; This is no way to treat our Queen.
Valentine is definitely not getting the royal treatment, she’s getting the beating she’s so justly deserved for her months of abuse directed at Cage.
The Challenger pulls Tina up to her feet and throws her into the turnbuckle. Valentine groggily limps into the corner, twists and crashes into the corner spine first before Cage’s knee comes crashing into her jaw. Cassidy rushes across the ring and delivers the step up knee strike that further rattles Tina’s teeth an leaves her in such a disorientated state..
Cage then takes Tina by the wrist and whips her damaged torso across the ring into the opposite corner. Valentine can barely stand yet is still capable of staggering along into the turnbuckle, no sooner falling against it before she finds her face crushed by the heat seeking dropkick delivered by the Challenger.
Cage then stands up, grabs Tina by the back of her traumatized skull and pushes her down out of the corner to the center of the ring. Tina lies across her back, grabbing at her wounded face and rattled skull while Cage is grabbing at the ropes and scaling to the top.
The fans are elated at the sight of Cage taking to the air, delivering the moonsault that connects with absolute precision right across Valentine’s chest. Cassidy then falls forward into the cover, finally hooking Tina’s leg on the cusp of becoming the Queen of the Ring Champion.
Greyson: Moonsault connecting and now Tina is about to be dethroned.
Sparkles: This is impossible….Tina was the one who supposed to be giving Cassidy a beating, not the other way around.
Greyson: Tina is finally getting precisely what she deserves, culminating with the loss of her championship.
The official SHOULD be going to make the three count but instead Ficklebottom is tentative given Tina’s condition. Finally he drops down into position and slaps the canvas.
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The crowd is getting so excited they struggle to keep their clothes on as a NEW Champion is right on the cusp of being crowned…but it won’t be right now. Tina gets her shoulder up from the canvas, defying the expectations of everyone in attendance.
Greyson: Uhhh Tina? You might want to think about rather it’s worth kicking out at this point.
Sparkles: Yeah, cause Cage is trying to take her friggin career.
Tina got her shoulder up but it’s all the signs of life she’s demonstrated since being tossed off the stage.So it’s up to Cage to move Tina, rolling her over to her stomach and taking her around the neck, setting up for a DDT. However, Valentine further surprises everyone in attendance by reaching out grabbing Cassidy by the waistband of her tights then falling back, launching Cage through the ropes. Cassidy flips over and lands on her feet outside of the ring before going right back after her opponent.
Cage leaps onto the apron and begins to slip through the ropes when Tina suddenly steps in and delivers a swift punch kick directly to Cassidy’s face. The incredibly stiff kick delivered across Cage’s skull causes her to stand up straight and somehow KEEP standing. She wraps her hands around the middle rope and tries her best to shake off the stiff brain rattling blow she just received but Valentine makes that impossible for Cassidy too do when she charges in and delivers a big boot. The blow across Cage’s cheek sends her twisting off of the apron, turning in mid-air and crashing right into the barricade.
Sparkles: BIG YET ADORABLE BOOT!
Greyson: Cage knocked right from the apron after a second kick by the Duchess.
Sparkles: I’m shocked she’s even still breathing, let alone kicking her challenger around.
Greyson: Ditto. I’m stunned too.
The Duchess leans on the ropes for support, holding her shoulder and grimacing from the pain that flows through her body after it was sent spiraling off the stage. She now watches Cage exert the energy to stand up and stumble into the ring. Cassidy slides under the ropes and starts to stand up before Tina staggers in at her side, lunges into the air, places her boot across the back of Cassidy’s head and gives her a modified curb stomp.
Cassidy’s face SLAMS into the canvas with such force, further rattling her skull. She rolls away from a kneeling Valentine, the Champion taking another moment to recuperate from her wounds. It takes some time but Tina finally shakes the cobwebs and comes after Cage, who has climbed up with the use of the turnbuckle. The corner is the only thing that keeps Cassidy upright as Tina comes rushing right at her and goers for the step up knee strike.
The knee connects…with the top turnbuckle pad. Cage ducks and Tina’s knee takes out the corner, causing Valentine to grimace in pain and fall back. She rolls over to her elbows and knees, trying to stand up while Cassidy steps in and takes her around the neck.
But the attempt at the DDT is broken yet again, Tina wedging her hands to Cage’s gut and shoving her backwards into the turnbuckle. Cassidy hits the corner, arms falling over the ropes to hold herself up while Tina’s boots come traveling towards the challenger’s face. Tina lunges into a heat seeking dropkick with her feet connecting…with the top turnbuckle pad.
Cage steps out of the way just in time, causing Tina’s boots to hit the corner and her body to go twisting down to the canvas. Tina then starts to stand up, looking so groggy and about to look so shaken when Cage comes rushing out of the ropes behind her, catching Valentine around her neck. Cassidy then leaps into the air going for the leaping bulldog only to have the Champion shove Cage off at the last second and send her crashing spine first into the canvas.
Cassidy hits the ring and reaches for her kidneys, but she should be using her arms to protect her ribs, because that’s what Tina is targeting next. The Duchess approaches the corner, scales it and then flips backwards into a moonsaut that connects….with the canvas.
Cage rolls out of the way and Tina’s body slams into the ring with such force that her whole body goes limp. It’s on instinct and nothing else that Tina gets back to her knees where her head is immediately grabbed hold of and subjected to a DDT.
Cage finally spikes Tina’s skull into the ring, causing Valentine to ricochet off and ricochet back up to her feet. Somehow Tina is able to stand up as Cassidy rushes in from behind, catches her around the neck and delivers the bulldog.
Greyson: Valentine tried to get some payback on Cage for all those moves Tina was subjected to earlier in this match, but each attempt back fired.
Sparkles: I think hearing Abi say that Cass couldn’t beat Tina has lit something under Cage’s ass tonight. And believe me I would know, my eyes never LEAVE Cage’s ass.
Greyson: Again, I’m NOT surprised to hear that.
Cassidy lays Valentine out in the center of the ring then approaches the corner, climbing to the top rope The fans are especially enthused at the sight of Cage getting to the top rope, steadying herself then flying off into the frog splash that knocks all of the air out of Valentine’s body.
Cassidy then hooks the Champion’s leg with every fan rising to see if the frog splash is going to be enough to net Cage the title.
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Greyson: Cage surprising everyone here tonight…dominating Valentine after throwing her from the stage to become the NEW Queen of the Ring…
Sparkles: Not likely Lovejoy!
Cage is flummoxed when she feels Tina’s shoulder launching out from beneath her body. She turns onto her elbows and knees, trying her best to crawl away from Cage, who isn’t about to let that happen. Cassidy drops an elbow across the back of Valentine’s neck, putting her in place before Cage approaches the turnbuckle. She slips through the ropes to the apron and begins to scale to a riveting response from the fans. Cage gets to the top rope and prepares herself for another big splash, and that’s exactly what she hits…on the outside mats.
Tina shocks Cage by rushing across the ring, stepping off the middle rope and swinging her foot around into a step up enzugari that connects to the side of Cassidy’s head. The blow sends the Challenger flying from the top rope, flipping over and pummeting back first into the thin ringside mats.
Greyson: ANOTHER nasty fall from the ring.
Sparkles: This time into the mats.
Greyson: Tina may not have gotten in much offense thus far, but each of her strikes have been absolutely deadly.
Cage climbs up to her feet in spite of the numerous injuries she has sustained. She now grabs the apron and desperately tries to get back into the ring in order to fulfill her quest for retribution. She has to get to her feet first though. Finally Cage is able to stand up on the apron before finding Tina delivering a springboard dropkick right to Cage’s shoulder. The blow sends Cassidy FLYING off the apron, turning in mid-air and then plummeting face first into the steel steps at ringside.
Greyson: And that might have been the nastiest fall of them all!
Sparkles: Cage knocked off the apron into the steps this time. The only break this woman can catch are the ones in her face.
The crowd cringes at the sound of Cassidy’s skull hitting steel, leaving her strewn across the mats and NOT getting up quite as quickly this time. Tina realizes this, hence why she’s dropped to her knees in the middle of the ring and is now shouting at the official to count Cassidy out.
Sparkles: Hahaha, the Duchess realizes this is the easiest way to retain her title.
Greyson: Tina WOULD take a count-out victory, even in a match of this magnitude.
Ficklebottom is reluctant, but starts the ten count, getting closer and closer to disqualifying Cage. The fans are exhausting themselves pleading with Cage to get up and get back into the ring. But their efforts are not wasted, because Cage is responding and responding in a big way. She grabs the apron and drags herself up to her feet. She almost loses her balance but manages to slip into the squared circle, beating the official’s count.
Greyson: Cassidy barely answering to the count…
Sparkles: And she’s about to truly answer for it now.
Cage has JUST gotten to her feet when Tina steps in, takes her aorund the head and delivers an X-Factor style jumping sit-out face buster. Cassidy’s skull ricochets from the canvas, she rolls to her spine and she finds herself subjected now to repeated right hands across the forehead. Valentine goes one step further, delivering a headbutt to Cassidy’s forehead, followed by a second, and then a third and fourth and fifth.
Valentine lights Cage up with headbutts then drags her along right into the triangle choke.
Greyson; Now Valentine has got a hold locked in on Cassidy’s already injured head. We’ve seen Tina do this several times overt he past few matches, she likes to slow the matches down and work over a body part, proving to be as proficient a technician as a brawler.
Sparkles: Not to mention she has a great….
Greyson: Enough about that Sparkles.
Air is deprived to a skull that just took quite the devastating blow against the steps, but it remains to be seen if that oxygen deprivation results in a submission. The Duchess tries to apply the hold a bit more tightly before Cage manages to begin counter, slipping her arm begin Tina’s leg and her throat. The Challenger starts to pry the leg away from larynx and then hooks the crease of her knee. Cassidy then grabs the other leg and falls back, countering into a catapult that launches Tina into the corner.. But instead of slamming against the turnbuckle Valentine lands on the middle rope feet first. She then turns around just as Cassidy comes rushing in, only to receive a boot across the forehead.
The blow sends Cassidy staggering back, swinging her arms to remain upright before Tina comes flying off of the corner and looks to completely take her down via a missile dropkick. Both boots crush Cage’s sternum and sends her flying back, through the ropes and to the apron. She now grabs the cables and starts to drag herself up to her feet before Tina comes charging in and goes for a big boot over the cables into the side of the challenger’s face. Cage side steps the boot, allowing Tina to straddle her leg over the top rope, and then have that very leg subjected to a swift kick. Cage punts the crease of Tina’s leg, sending her opponent twisting back towards the center of the ring. Tina bends over and cradles her leg while Cassidy reaches over the ropes, wraps her hands around the Duchess’ throat and pulls back. Tina’s back ends up straddling he top rope and her chest is then devastated with clubbing blow after clubbing blow after clubbing
blow.
Greyson: When did Cassidy turn into Sheamus?
Sparkles: When she starts resembling a giant jar of Mayo then we can start worrying.
Cassidy continues pummeling Tina’s chest with the clubbing strikes before having her neck caught. Valentine falls to her seat, delivering a stunner that drags Cage’s throat down into the top rope. Her head snaps back, Cassidy almost losing her footing, yet she hooks the cables with the crease of her elbow.
That’s when Tina turn and goes for another kick, this one of the thrust variety. The boot aimed at Cassidy’s chin is caught, Cage pushing it away in the nick of time. Valentine spins completely around and now Cassidy leaps through the ropes into a shoulder block aimed at her adversary’s mid-section. But Valentine drops to her back and catches Cassidy around the neck, applying the triangle choke.
The crowd groans and grimaces in despair at the sight of Valentine reapplying the triangle choke on an already wounded Cage.
Yet again Cassidy fiinds her windpipe cut off and her previously damaged head subjected to anguish. Yet somehow Cassidy is resisting that base impulse to submit. Her survival instinct is kicking in hence why she’s dragging herself backwards in the direction of the ropes, extending her legs and placing them over the middle rope. Though Tina REFUSES to break the triangle choke, in fact, she just puts more pressure on it.
Sparkles: Um, if our Duchess doesn’t break the hold does that mean she gets disqualified.
Greyson: Indeed, and I don’t think it matters to Tina. I think she WANTS to get disqualified…
Sparkles: Why?
Greyson: Champion’s retain their titles on disqualifications Sparkles.
Official Ficklebottom doesn’t even bother with a five count and WON’T bother Dqing Tina either. He stoops down instead and tries to pry Valentine’s arms off the back of Cassidy’s neck as Cage drags her entire body through the ropes to the apron. Finally Valentine breaks the hold and rolls over backwards to her feet. She then comes rushing right into Cassidy with a springboard dropkick but Cassidy ducks the inbound boots.
Valentine falls flat on her face while Cage reaches over the ropes, takes Tina around the neck and pulls her to her feet. She then drags the back of Tina’s neck across the top rope and then delivers bionic elbow after bionic elbow across the Duchess’ forehead from her standing position on the apron. She then delivers some headbutts of her own to Tina’s temple.
Cassidy now pulls with enough force on Tina’s chin to send her flipping back and over the ropes, landing on the apron in front of her challenger. Cassidy then comes rushing in at her seated opponent only to have the champion lift her boots into the air, wedge them to Cage’s gut and push back.
Cage staggers back across the apron and cracks spine first into the exposed turnbuckle post. She bounces off and comes staggering back towards Valentine, who drops with a baseball slide through Cassidy’s legs. She stands up on the apron behind Cage and pushes her rival forward into ANOTHER turnbuckle post. Cassidy crashes into the steel then stumbles backwards while Tina rolls into the ring and scrambles across it.
A disorientated Cage turns in time to be hit with a shoulder block to the ribs that sends her launching from the apron, turning in mid-air and ultimately crashing right into the announce table.
Sparkles: Dammit!
Greyson: Yes Sparkles that was a pretty heinous collision with our announce table.
Sparkles: No, Cage just knocked over my Jenga Tower.
After crashing into the barricade, into the steps and now into the announce table, Cage is knocked clean out. In spite of all of this, she tries to stand up, and make her way towards the ring with the official starting another ten count at the Champion’s behest. Valentine shouts at Ficklebottom to make the count and make it quickly.
Greyson: The Challenger once again on the cusp of being counted out.
Sparkles: Meaning the duchess leaves with the Queen of the Ring Title.
Cage’s brain is rattled, her body is hurting, yet she’s still crawling, crawling desperately to the ring in order to break the official’s ten count.
Ficklebottom: 6, 7….
The ref is getting very close….very-very close to ending this Queen of the Ring Title match by counting Cage out.
Sparkles: Tina’s gonna have her way.
Ficklebottom: 8…
Cage throws her arm over the apron.
Ficklebottom: 9….
Cage throws her leg over the apron.
Ficklebottom: 1…
Cage rolls entirely into the ring, just breaking the official’s ten count in the nick of time while the crowd is breaking out into a cold sweat. They wipe their brows and take a deep breath as Cage beats the count, stands up and finds herself immediately subjected to the Harlem Crusher.
Greyson: Crusher…HARLEM CRUSHER!
Sparkles: Did you just on a thumbtack or something? Good lord I had no idea a man could get his voice to be that loud.
Cage falls lifelessly onto her back with Tina crawling eagerly into the cover. She drops down on top of Cassidy and hooks both legs while the fans sweat all the more profusely.
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Tina is just now sitting up to embrace her victory only to see two fingers extended towards her face. She can’t get over her shock regarding Ficklebottom’s revelation that Cage just kicked out. A groan emanates from Cage, who receives a slap across the back of her head, followed by another, and then a third.
Tina: You should of listened to your friends Cassidy. You should have listened when they told you you don’t have the talent…
Valentine grabs Cassidy by the hair and flings the challenger’s face into the canvas.
Tina: You don’t have the skill…
Another hair whip sends Cassidy’s driving into the ring.
Tina: You can’t beat the Duchess.
The Queen of the Ring Champion goes on insulting AND dominating Cassidy. The aggravating and aggravated Valentine drops to her back before pulling Cage over into ANOTHER triangle choke looking to end this confrontation. She just begins to pull Cage down into the submission only to have Cassidy suddenly flip forward. She catches the creases of the Duchess’ knees and counters the attempted submission into the jackknife cover.
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Valentine sits up and reverses, sending Cage rolling backwards onto her knees. She then scoots forward and wedges her shoulders to the back of Valentine’s knees, pushing down on them and folding Tina’s body up into a pinning predicament.
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The Duchess suddenly counters, wrapping her legs around Cage’s neck and applying the triangle choke.
Sparkles: Knew that was coming.
Greyson: Cage avoided the triangle choke the first time, but now it’s locked in tighter than ever.
Cage lifts her hand into the air, hovering above the ring and threatening to slap the canvas as a result of this painful hold that Valentine tries to get locked in as tight as possible. But Cassidy is fighting for everything she’s worth to avoid it.. All of Cassidy’s strength is summoned as she wedges her feet to the canvas and now begins to straighten her back. The fans find themselves in absolute disbelief as Cage stands up straight and heaves the Duchess into the air. Tina is shaking her head as she’s elevated into the air in spite of holding Cage in the triangle choke.
The stunned Valentine is only in the air for a matter of seconds before Cage just flat out sits down, dropping Tina into almost a modified sit-out powerbomb. Valentine’s back hits the ring with enough force to make her break the submission while Cassidy leans wiith her shoulders into the creases of Tina’s knees.
Sparkles: Talk about a counter.
Greyson: One that may very well just netted Cage title gold.
Ficklebottom is down and so is his palm, swinging to the canvas.
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The third slap never connects on account of Cage getting her shoulder up into the air. A despondent Cassidy is all but physically debilitated, yet still crawls towards Tina, only to be caught around the neck and placed in the triangle choke.
Greyson: Tina has got Cage trapped in that hold for the last time.
Sparkles: It’s got to be the last time, if Cage can get out of this triangle choke I’ll eat the fuzzy cotton protruding from my bunghole.
Everyone eagerly watches the ring, waiting to see if Cage is going to pass out to the hold, because there is no way Cassidy will ever submit. Tina can feel the fight leaving her opponent, being asphyxiated from Cage’s body.
The hold is close, so close to paying dividends…but NOT for the champion.
Cassidy suddenly flips forward into ANOTHER jackknife cover. But this time Tina rolls back and ends up seated across Cage’s chest, trying to keep the triangle choke locked in. But Cage sits up and forces Tina down to the canvas into a sit-out pin. She wedges her shoulders to the creases of Valentine’s legs, but she ISN’T going for the pin. Instead Cassidy stands up and deadlifts Tina from the ring, heaving her up into the air and going for another powerbomb. This time Valentine manages to slip off of Cage’s shoulders though, landing right in front of Cassidy then leaping into the air. She wedges her knees directly to Cassidy’s chest and prepares to drop back into the Harlem Crusher.
She does fall back, but she doesn’t connect with the Crusher. Cage pushes her off at the last second, causing Tina to collapse hard to her spine before rolling over backwards onto her feet. Tina then comes rushing in for Cage, who side steps her inbound opponent then catches her with the lightning spiral.
Greyson: HAZE EFFECT!
Sparkles: Shouldn’t it be the Cage Effect now?
Greyson; No time for that argument now, we’re about to see a title change right here, right now.
Cage looks like she’s been beaten worse than the English language at the mouth of an Appalachian, though she still leans back, wedging her shoulders to Tina’s stomach and hooking her leg with both arms.
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To the shock and awe of all in attendance, Valentine manages to shoot a shoulder from the ring.
Greyson: And Tina STILL gets her shoulder up?
The screams of the crowd echo throughout the MGM Grand and seem to give Cage the energy she needs to complete her next move. She grabs Valentine around the neck, rolls her over to her knees and now Cage applies the Nyctophillia. Cassidy has her OWN triangle choke applied and is right on the cusp of forcing Tina into submission.
Greyson: Cassidy turning the page on Tina.
Sparkles: She’s turning the other che…..
Greyson: Haven’t we covered how inaccurate that statement is enough?
The fans behave like rabid animals at the sight of Cassidy getting this hold locked in, one that is mere seconds away from forcing the biggest submission she has ever scored. Cage leans back and applies all the force she can possibly exert on the neck of her opponent and it seems to be doing the trick. Valentine extends her hand, shaking it through the air, tempted….oh so tempted to swing it into the canvas, but she is doing everything in her power to deny that urge.
It takes everything, everything Tina is worth to resist the submission. She finally plants her feet to the canvas and employs what last ounce of energy she has left in the tank to hoist Cassidy up into the air. The MGM Grand is shaking as Tina stands up straight, hoisting Cassidy above the canvas and preparing to drop her into the powerbomb. But Cage suddenly counters, wrapping her legs completely around Tina’s neck, then flipping her over into the hurricarana.
Cage sits across Tina’s chest, pinning the creases of Tina’s legs under her arms, surprising the champion, hopefully enough to become champion.
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It WASN’T enough. Tina sits up and launches Cage off of the pin. Cassidy flies forward, rolls across the canvas and then spots Tina charging in. Cage side steps her and delivers a SECOND Haze Effect only to have Tina counter. Instead Valentine swings out of the attempt at the lighting spiral, now facing Cage’s back and leaping into the air, going for her patented backstabber. Cassidy reaches back at the last second, grabbing Tina’s hands wrapped around Cage’s shoulders, then drops forward. Valentine flips over Cassidy’s back and goes rolling forward across the canvas unto her feet.
She then turns and rushes right at Cage, reaching down for her seated opponent only to have Cassidy reach up and ensnare her with the triangle choke.
Greyson: Nyctophilia applied again on Tina!
Sparkles: How the hell is Tina gonna fight out of this one?
Greyson: I don’t know…I just don’t know.
Valentine might be suffocating, but she’s not surrendering. With her teeth mashing, and her body contorting, the Duchess straightens her spine and heaves Cassidy up into position for another powerbomb counter out of the triangle choke. But Cassidy counters Tina’s counter, going for the hurricarana only to receive something else entirely. Tina pushes Cassidy’s legs off of her shoulders then throws her up into the air. On the way down Cassidy’s face crashes into Tina’s elevated knees, the Harlem Crusher connecting.
Greyson: WWWWHHHAT!?!
Sparkles: Wah-wah-wah-wah.
Sparkles completes the classic swan-song tune as Cage’s face is crushed by Tina’s modified code-breaker. Cassidy flops onto her back and Tina throws herself over Cage’s chest.
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The thousands are throwing their hands up high in agitation and falling back into their seats with dejection at the sight of Valentine FINALLY pinning Cassidy.
Greyson: The Nyctophilia was close, so close to earning Cassidy the Queen of the Ring Championship but that amazing counter by Valentine….
Sparkles: It did it…It did it alright.
Greyson: Why do you always have to steal my thunder?
Sparkles: You have to have thunder to begin with Lovejoy. You don’t even have a belch.
The Harlem Crusher has demolished Cage’s face and demolished her chances at victory here tonight. It takes all of Tina’s will power to just sit up, let alone to rise to her feet and take on the burden of the Queen of the Ring title now draped upon her shoulder. Ficklebottom hands over the title to Tina, who almost collapses under the weight of the gold.
Cage’s hands sandwich her face, peering through the cracks in her finger at the title being raised above Tina’s skull.
Greyson: Tina definitely had to earn this one tonight. She just endured what had to have been her most grueling contest to date.
Sparkles: Yet she keeps on racking up the ‘W’s’ in her impressive win column.
Greyson: Guess she can now check off..
Sparkles: OH?
Greyson: I said CHECK off.
Spakrles: Oh.
Greyson: Tina can now check off another name on that ‘Ho Hit-list.’
The Duchess at last gets to her feet before almost losing her balance. She goes staggering along into the turnbuckle, falling against it as the added weight of her championship almost drags her down. She sneers at the disapproving audience and at her kneeling opponent. Cassidy looks up longingly at the victor and at the title over Tina’s shoulder. That’s when Valentine begins to step forward, bringing the title a little closer to Cassidy’s face.
Tina: This is the closest your getting, Cass…the closest you’ll ever get to my Queen of the Ring Champio….
Suddenly the lights in the building go dark.
Greyson: Ooooh great, here we go again
Sparkles: It’s that crazy Lasiewicz chick playing with the pyrotechnics.
Greyson: We’ve seen the ‘Morning Star’ Jessica Lasiewicz using mind-games on Tina several times over the past few weeks…
Sparkles: Can’t she let Tina have one moment? Just this one moment?
Greyson: Considering Tina tried to commit vehicular manslaughter on Lasiewicz, I think Jessica is entitled to ruin Valentine’s moment in the limelight.
The lights suddenly return to their normal brightness, capturing Tina at ringside with a steel chair in hand, ready and waiting this time for Lasiewicz. But it ISN’T Lasiewicz she had to worry about, and Tina isn’t the one who had to worry in the first place. Cassidy is the person who should be distressed, and those who put her in such a state of distress are the two ladies presently dragging her towards the backstage area.
”Fury” Veronica Rodriquez and Ambrosia have hold of Cassidy’s arms, dragging her towards the backstage area in spite of all of her kicking and her flailing. Apparently these two dark and foreboding figures were the ones responsible for the power outage that allowed them to slip into the ring and carol Cage.
Greyson: Wait? Lasiewicz WASN’T responsible for this?
Sparkles: No…it looks like…it looks like whomever these two bizzaros are have gotten hold of Cassidy, and where…where are they taking her?
Greyson: The good lord only knows, though I doubt he’d even hazard a guess when it comes to these crazy chicks.
Things are becoming a bit clearer at this point, we’re beginning to realize what Abigail, Veronica and Ambrosia were collaborating upon throughout the night, the abduction of Cassidy Cage. For reasons only known to the three ladies behind this kidnapping. Cage is forced along into the backstage area, disappearing through the curtains while Tina throws aside the chair and throws herself into the ring. The Championship over her shoulder sparkles now that Tina has the chance to stand beneath the spotlight.
Greyson: Valentine retaining her title, but everyone seems intrigued by another story taking place here, Cassidy being carried away by Fury and Ambrosia, and from what I can piece together, Abigail had a hand in all of this.
The Duchess may be standing under the bright lights in the center of the ring with title in hand, but does not feel like she’s getting the recognition she rightfully deserves. Anger surges through her eyes as she stomps the canvas in an expression of pure frustration. And in her mind she has every right to be upset considering that her successful title defense has once again been upstaged.
Greyson: Tina retains, but where the hell has Cassidy gone?
BACKSTAGE
“Model Emoloyee” are the words predominantly featured and zoomed in upon. The camera pulls back slowly, providing a visual of the words stenciled across the front of a sweater, and a sweater draped across the body of Chris Davids. The fans inside the MGM Grand are delighted at the sight of Davids, who seems to be in rare mood even as he stands beside Axl Evermore and prepares to field whatever curveball the backstage correspondent will through at him.
Axl: Chris, we’ve had a pretty big night of actions inside and outside of the ring already tonight.
Chris: Of course, the pay-per-view is just living up its name. The stakes have been raised, everyone is antying up.
Axl: Speaking of which, from what I understand, you called me here to make a pretty risky gamble yourself. Is that right?
Chris: Indeed. To be honest with you, Axl, I was a little somber, a little worried headed into my match tonight, especially after what I witnessed my opponent Jessica Wilde do to the wrestling legend Hurse on the last Riot. For God sakes, the man had an eye gouged out of his head. So yeah, understandably I wanted to play things a little low-key, try to fly under the radar sort of speak, avoid sticking my head out there and risk having my neck cut. But we’re in Vegas, where my life truly began, and you best believe it won’t be where it ends. No. it’ll be where I’m REBORN. Tonight, I finally put an end to all the pressure the Sinistry has put on me. They wanted me to be their tool, to be their lackey, to be their caddy, which is terrible, because I don’t look good in those goofy golf pants. But the black cloud known as Sinistry will part tonight and I’ll standing under the nice warm rays of golden sunlight.
Axl: You seem quite sure of yourself.
Chris: Oh I’m not, I’m fairly confident that they’re going to try and murder me in that ring tonight, maybe tie my arms and legs to four horses and have them run in opposite directions, or bury me neck deep in sand and have a lawnmower pushed over my face, whatever floats their boat.
Axl: Then um, why do you seem to be in such a good mood?
Chris: Because I know one way or another this ends tonight, and I have a little wager I’d like to put on my match with Wilde to make sure of that.
Axl: Makes sense, we are in Vegas.
Chris: Absolutely. So here’s what I suggest. If I win my match against Jessica Wilde, the Sinistry not only have to stop trying to manipulate me, but I’m granted an NHB Title shot against Rachel Frost….If I lose, well, since Wilde was so adamant that I put on the mask she made me….
The very same obnoxiously yellow mask that Wilde has tried to force upon Davids over the past few months is raised by Chris’ palms.
Chris:…I’ll put on the scarlet letter sort of speak. If Wilde beats me, I’ll wear this mask for the rest of my wrestling career.
Axl: What?
Chris: Yep, so just to recap. I win, I get a shot at Rachel Frost and the NHB Title, I lose, I wear this mask from now until I retire.
Axl: That’s pretty risky.
Chris: Especially since I get horrible hat hair.
Laymon: Good luck…
Davids’ focus veers towards the approaching Jacob Laymon and Susie Moore, who’s arm is in a sling. The two individuals who were recently freed from the manipulative clutches of the Sinsitry approach with looks of pride reflected in their eyes.
Laymon: Susie and I just wanted to wish you the best out there against the Sinistry.
Davids: Well thank you, Laymon.
Laymon: Don’t mention it. And if either Susie and I can be of any help to you, please let us know.
Davids: Hmmm….you make a very tempting offer, Mr. Laymon…a very tempting offer indeed.
IN RING
Tina: Alright, I’m through biting my tongue.
What’s this, yet another disgruntled wrestler publically airing their grievances? Who would have thunk it? Much like Kalinda, and Danny Darko here tonight, Valentine pulls no punches in expressing how she feels about the company and her direction in it. She stands in the ring, spitting venom like a cobra into the microphone.
Tina: I can’t stand it anymore. Week after week after week it’s the same old shit being shoveled to us oiver and over again. We get Taylor Chase acting like a materialistic bitch throwing fits just because she’s not getting any from our limp dick owner, Orlando. We get Abigail Lindsey….
Valentine sticks out her upper teeth and produces the world’s most garish smile while trying to act obnoxiously upbeat.
Tina:…who walks around acting like nothing phases her even as her girlfriend is off fucking anything that’s willing to buy her something off the dollar menu at McDonald’s. And then we get the Sinistry shit. The God damned Sinistry shit. The thirty seven members of Sinistry each getting a half hour of screen every week. So where does that leave someone like me? Where does that leave those who don’t indulge in the melodrama, who don’t pick sides in the Tay versus SIN wars? I’ll tell you where it leaves them. Up shit’s creek without a paddle. Off television all together. Forced to sit on the sidelines seeing their role marginalized in the company because they refuse to fall into a certain criteria. I’m tired of it, I’m tired of my Queen of the Ring Championship being ignored and overlooked in favor for two and half hours of drama so fucking corny the Lifetime Channel wouldn’t even touch it. I’m tired of the stable wars, I’m sick of all the Tammy Faye Bakers in the Sinistry, I’m sick of it all. I deserve respect, I deserve the appreciation reserved for champions and instead every moment I get in the spotlight is upstaged by some ridiculous and outlandish happening.
Take for instance what just happened in this ring. I just put on the match of the night by far, and instead of having rose petals thrown at my feet, or an entire harem of burly men coming out to pamper their Duchess, we get another GOD DAMNED KIDNAPPING. Isn’t it like the fifth one we’ve had this week alone? And worse yet, it was a kidnapping that totally stole my thunder.
Well I’m through with it. You hear me, I’m done being quiet, being complacent, with taking backseats. Consider me your Rosa Parks bitches, I’m riding in the front of the bus and I don’t care who likes or not. I’m TAKING my moment, I’m SEIZING my opportunity, and I’m doing it right now.
Although I just had one of the hardest fought matches of my career, I’m ready for round two. It’s time for me to dispense with the ridiculous. And they don’t get much more ridiculous than the “Morning Tart” Jessica Lasiewicz, who goes out of her way to upstage me over and over again. That shit ends tonight, I ain’t letting the haters hold me back anymore. So Jessica, get on out here and let’s mark one more name off my Ho Hit List. If I have to wrestle thirty times in one night to get my exposure, so fucking be it. You want to play hocus pocus with me, Lasiewicz, hit the turnbuckles with lightning bolts and have fire shout out of your ass, fine, but the only thing that has TRUE powers around here is the Queen of the Ring Champion, and what I do in this ring is absolutely magical.
So all of the silliness in this federation ends right this damned moment, time to make room for Tina Valentine. No more fun, so more ridiculous, no more shenanigans, for this point forth, it’s the Duchess 24/7….
”You Better Believe”
”You Were Born For This” plays over the speakers and to the astonishment of just about everyone gathered in the MGM Grand, Selena Frost comes moseying on through the curtains.
Sparkles: Thhhhhhheeee fuuuuuuck?
Greyson: I…don’t even….what?
Sparkles: Is that who I think it is?
Greyson: That’s-that’s Selena Frost, former Adrenaline Champion over in SCW.
Sparkles: I know who she is. She’s part of the reason I have carpel tunnel syndrome.
Greyson: Way to make a good impression Sparkles.
Tina’s eyebrows not only arch but twitch, suffering several muscle spasms at the sight of Selena rolling into the ring and setting her feet on IWC soil.
Tina: Whoa…whoa…kill that noise…kill that noise right now.
The music piping through the speakers slowly dwindles into silence, cutting Selena’s intro track. Frost now stands there in front of the Queen of the Ring Champion, eyes drawn to the belt hanging from the Duchess’ palm.
Tina: Just who in the hell do you think you are?
Selena: Allow me to introduce myself, my name is….hey, you know what, introductions are boring.
Suddenly Frost grabs Tina by the arm and forces the already spent Queen of the Ring Champion down to the canvas, trying to apply the Frost Bite…a sickening version of the armbar.
Greyson: Selena…Selena Frost trying to lock in some type of submission on Valentine.
Sparkles: Get out of there Tina…get out of there!
The Duchess just manages to roll forward across the canvas and under the ropes, freeing her arm from Selena and freeing her body from the ring. Valentine staggers up the ramp with the Queen of the Ring Championship tightly nestled to her chest while Selena approaches the ropes, leaning over them with microphone in hand.
Selena: Hi, I’m Selena Frost, and while you may be content to be a Duchess, I’m here to reign over the IWC as its QUEEN.
Selena gets such a rousing response as Tina bites her lower lip at ringside and tries to contain her rage. Frost’s entrance music filters into Tina’s ears and her bitterness only grows.
BACKSTAGE
Taylor: Heh….
It’s strange to find Taylor Chase laughing when facing such stressful times, and it’s even stranger to find Taylor Chase laughing at the picture she just received on her Iphone,
Kelcey: Something funny?
Kari Mysac…or as she’s more customarily known, Kelcey Wallce, steps across the dressing room and flops down into the sofa right beside the Scarlet Socialite. Tay just keeps on giggling to herself, trying to put fingers over her lips to stifle her chuckles
Kelcey: You’re not watching another of those dumb Epic Rap Battles in History are you?
Taylor: No, got tired of them after the Rick Grimes versus Walter White rap off.
Kelcey: Then what are you looking at?
Chase entrusts Kelcey with a lot….her life even….and the photo that Tay just received on her phone, one that she shows to Wallace. Kelcey does not respond with laughter.
Kelcey: The fuck? Is that? Is that Amanda…and….
Wallace looks from the phone to Tay’s face, trying to get some type of confirmation out of her.
Kelcey:….Orlando?
Taylor: Certainly looks like it doesn’t it?
Kelcey: Seriously? Their in bed together? Who-who sent you this photo?
Taylor: Come now, who do you think would send something like to that me?
Kelcey: Silas?
Taylor: Silas.
Kelcey: So HE sent you this photo?
Taylor: Naturally, along with some detailed instruction.
Kelcey: Being?
Taylor: Fuck Amanda up beyond belief.
Kelcey: Well?
Taylor: Well what?
Kelcey: Are you gonna do it?
Taylor: Heh. Of course not.
Kelcey: Really? Little surprised to hear you say that. Actually, I’m shocked to see you taking this so well. This is-this is (Wallace gestures to the photo) your husband in bed with Amanda. If I got a picture like this with Chris caught in the act I’d….
Taylor: That’s NOT Orlando.
Wallace’s eyes narrow on the photo.
Kelcey: It isn’t?
Taylor: Hehehehe, look closer Kels.
The touchscreen is employed to magnify the image.
Taylor: You see it, right?
Kelcey tilts her head to get a better perspective.
Kelcey: What am I looking at?
Taylor: That scar.
Kelcey: What scar?
Taylor: THAT scar..
Tay points out the old wound on the imposter Orlando’s neck.
Kelcey: Oh.
Taylor: Orlando doesn’t have a scar there.
Kelcey: Oooooh..
Taylor: Ya see now?
Kelcey: Yep…and the harder I look at this guy, I can tell that’s not Orlando.
Taylor: Yeah, but you still got to applaud the photographer, they would have had me convinced if I hadn’t seen that scar.
Kelcey: Silas and his tricks….Silas and his tricks.
The phone is tossed onto the table while Kelcey tosses herself back into the sofa. Her hand pats Tay on the shoulder several times.
Kelcey: I’m sorry you still have to deal with Silas games, Tay.
Taylor: I’m learning how to play them pretty well though.
Kelcey: That you are. So how do you intend on playing this one?
Taylor: Well let’s see, I could always do what Silas wants and injure Amanda, so there’s no risk of her getting him in the ring tonight.
Kelcey: Yeah…
Taylor: Or I can just sit on my butt, and do nothing but watch Silas twist in the wind.
Kelcey: I can imagine which option you’re leaning towards.
Taylor: You know me too well, Kels, too well.
The phone returns to Tay’s hand so she can hit the delete button and properly dispose of not only the incriminating photograph, but the order that came with it.
Taylor: I got too many other things to concern myself with right now.
Kelcey: I imagine so. Got that big six person tag to worry about.
Taylor: Well yeah, there’s THAT, but to be honest, I’m more concerned with the way my match with Ba’al was stolen from me tonight.
Kelcey: And you have every right to be pissed, but please, try to keep a level head.
Taylor: When am I ever NOT level-headed?
Harrison: Ummmm…Tay.
Taylor and Kelcey immediately shift into red alert mode, launching themselves out of the comfy sofa into fighting positions when Aaron Harrison and Lukas Montgomery come waltzing into Silas World’s dressing room. The femme fatales might not be too distressed if it weren’t for the gasoline can hanging from Aaron’s palm and the lighter clutched in Lukas’ fingers
Taylor: Wow, the set of testies on you…
Harrison: I know, we’re probably the last two people you’d want to see right now.
Montgomery: Not like we’ve built up much of a rapport over the past year or so right?
Taylor: You’ve got that much straight.
Kelcey: Boys? Care to explain the gas can?
Lukas and Aaron glance at the filled can in Harrison’s palms and simultaneously face palm.
Montgomery: Yeeeah, no worries girls, it’s a present for Aiken Frost. We intend on finishing what we started on Riot.
Harrison: We’re going to have ourselves a little Aiken-ka-bob tonight.
Taylor: Mmmmm, my mouth is watering already.
Montgomery: And Aiken is kind of the reason we came back to talk to you.
Harrison: Tay, I can assume you won’t be inviting either one of us over for Thanksgiving dinner….
Taylor: Well you did kind of try to take my World Championship and beat my husband within an inch of his life.
Montgomery: Hey, at least we left that inch.
Harrison: Listen Tay, you don’t like us, I’m cool with that, but I think even you can admit, we’re a far better option for your sister Mika, than the Sinistry.
Tay remains silent, resisting making such a confession.
Montgomery: WE love Mika, you know that….
Harrison: And we’re here to tell you, Tay, that Lukas and I are going to do everything we can to see her returned to you, and to…the Blacklist.
Montgomery: We’ll die before we let Mika become nothing but Aiken’s puppet
Harrison: You might hate us, which is cool, but know we’re doing everything in our power to make things right for you and for your sister.
Taylor: I….I….wow.
Tay takes a deep breath while brushing hair behind her ear.
Taylor: I hope you two succeed tonight. And….as shocked as I am to say this…if you need back up, Kels and I will be right there to make sure…
Harrison: Stop right there.
After all the times Harrison has used his palms to strike Tay, she naturally reacts with a twinge when Aaron puts out his hands.
Harrison: You leave this up to us.
Montgomery: You’ve got enough on your plate, Taylor. Let Aaron and I take care of Aiken. Let us take out some of the Sinistry so they can’t interfere in your tag match tonight.
Harrison: Consider the blood of the Sinistry our apology for everything we’ve done to you in the past
Taylor: Whoa-whoa…time out, did you just-did you just…APOLOGIZE Aaron?
Harrison: Yeah, alert the National Inquirer later…but right now, you should be altering the National Guard, cause it’s going to take them to drag me off of Aiken tonight.
Taylor: You know what, I’m surprised I’m actually saying this, but good luck.
>Montgomery: Aiken is the one who needs luck tonight, because my boy Aaron, he’s about to tear Frost’s black eyes right out of their sockets.
Harrison: We WILL save Mika, and I’ll die if that’s what it takes to do it.
It seems so strange to admit, but Aaron’s words actually bring a grin to Taylor’s face. She and Kari…Kelcey…watch as Aaron and Lukas exit the dressing room, the two men stepping into the corridor.
Montgomery: That was cathartic.
Admits Lukas as the door to Silas World’s dressing room closes behind his back.
Harrison: It was something alright. I just hope Taylor realizes….
Klein: NOW!
Lukas and Aaron turn from one another to the inbound fists of both Spencer Klein and Kellen Jeffries. The two come charging in out of nowhere, Jeffries driving his shoulder into Lukas’ ribs and powering him spine first into the wall while Klein launches a right hand into Aaron’s jaw.
The NEW Blacklist are all over their predecessors, Lukas and Aaron trying to defend themselves. Wait, they do more than defend themselves, they actually hold their own against ANOTHER sneak attack by Lukas’ opponent for the evening.
Lukas manages to turn Kellen’s momentum against him, throwing Jeffries into the wall while Harrison delivers knees to the face of a stooped over Klein.
Kellen: Go…GO!
Jeffries manages to detach from Montgomery and grab Klein, dragging him out of Harrison’s clutches. Both Kellen and Klein take off running from Harrison and Montgomery, Aaron bending down to snatch up the gas can that he dropped when pounced upon by Spencer.
Harrison: Keep running boys.
Montgomery: Aiken won’t be the only kindling we burn tonight.
AMANDA BLAYZE VS. SCOTT CANNON
”Bad to the Bone” cuts through the speakers and Scott Cannon is instantly greeted with the type of hate customarily reserved for Justin Bieber whenever he ventures from Canada. Cannon ignores the deluge of angered cries crashing against him, refusing to have his cool exterior eroded by such hate. He maintains a confident gait as he approaches the ring and prepares to fight for not only his honor, but Silas’ as well. His agent Silas Mason follows along behind Scott wearing a self-assured grin on his bloated lips. Yep, ole Silas is still wearing the wounds of that punch he took from Amanda earlier tonight. The voices of Gresyon Lovejoy and his puppet Sparkles would not stay silent forever, it was actually a miracle they were this quiet for so long.
Greyson: Scott Cannon being joined by Silas Mason for a match that has had some HUGE stipulations added to it.
Sparkles: As huge as my balls after a 48 hour spank marathon…
Greyson: Less information please.
Sparkles: I thought I was withholding a lot of information already about my extra curricular activities, I haven’t even mentioned Golden Girls yet.
Greyson: We learned earlier tonight that there are now two big stips placed on this match. If Scott wins, Amanda has to become Silas’ bodyguard…
Sparkles: His bitch.
Greyson: That’s being much more accurate. BUT, if Amanda wins, she gets Silas in the ring alone for five minutes.
Sparkles: Just imagine the things Silas would do to Amanda if she wins.
Greyson: Erm yeah, I’m pretty sure Amanda ISN’T the one who has to worry.
Scott slides through the ropes and Mason is behind him, never leaving Cannon’s side and never ceasing ranting in Cannon’s ear.
Silas: Ya got nothin to worry about Baby Doll and I are going to take care of everything.
Scott doesn’t like Silas’ overtures, especially regarding the pending interference of Taylor Chase in this match, an act that would risk Chase’s career.
Finally the familiar vocals of Man of War plays over the speakers and Amanda Blayze marches through the ropes with one fist clinched, and the other holding a microphone.
Greyson: Amanda looking worked up.
Sparkles: Oh she’s got me worked up as well, in a few choice locations.
Greyson: After the way Silas has dragged Amanda’s name through the mud for months now, she has got to be so eager to get her hands on him tonight.
Sparkles: She’s going to regret wanting to face Silas…
Greyson: First she has to make it through Scott Cannon, which is a daunting and impossible task in and of itself.
Blayze makes her way up the steps and works his way into the minds of her opponents with the microphone in hand.
>Amanda: So this is what it all comes down to? For weeks the two of you have done everything in your power to make my life miserable. Now’s my chance to return the favor. So Flllly Booooyy, I go through you, then I go through Silas, then this all comes to an end. I’m done with Silas World, I’m done with all the lies and all the vicious rumors, I’m free…
Amanda begins entering the ring where someone IS waiting to put a finger on her….or more like a fist. Silas rushes across the ring and delivers a straight punch across Amanda’s temple, knocking her back through the ropes to the apron.
Greyson: What the hell are you thinking, Silas? Haven’t you stuck your head in the lion’s mouth enough?
Sparkles: Silas just jabbed Amanda right in the eye. He floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee. He’d probably make Burgess Meredith happy with that punch.
Greyson: He’s pretty distressed at the moment. He realizes there’s a very real possibility he’ll have to face Amanda for five minutes alone in that ring if Scott loses this match.
Sparkles: Yeah, but if Cannon wins, Blayze has to become Silas’ bodyguard, and if anything happens to Mason, he’ll have the power to effectively blackball Amanda from wrestling.
Greyson: We’ve seen what Silas does to those who have signed their contracts over to him, it’s like signing your life away. I would hate to see the same thing happen to Amanda tonight.
Silas isn’t through putting the odds in Scott’s favor. Mason rushes in and throws another right hand through the ropes at Amanda’s skull. But Blayze manages to drop into a baseball slide under the ropes, and under Silas’ legs, catching one of his ankles in the process. She stands up and heaves Silas’ leg up into the ankle lock.
Greyson: Blayze with the ankle lock on Silas. She’s going to shatter the leg of the man who has been standing on his pulpit screaming to all who will listen about Amanda having an extramarital affair with Orlando Cruze.
Silas is only subjected to the ankle lock for a second before Cannon intervenes. Scott charges right at Amanda with his forearm flying into Blayze’s skull. The bullhammer is about to connect but Cannon stops in mid-swing, his legs being ripped out from under him. Amanda ducks the elbow and grabs the creases of Scott’s legs, lifting them into the air then stepping through them.
The sharpshooter is locked in and Amanda is keyed into victory.
Greyson: Could we see it, could we see Scott actually tap out this quickly?
Sparkles: If he does, that puts Silas in a match against a totally fresh Amanda…..like it couldn’t get any worse for Mason.
Greyson; Like he didn’t bring it on himself?
Silas’ aggravations are swelling, just like his ankle as he staggers at ringside and glares into the squared circle where Scott seems to be toying with the notion of quitting. That impulse is resisted,Cannon instead crawling across the ring and into the ropes, grabbing the bottom cable..
A five count starts but never reaches its climax, Amanda breaking the sharpshooter then rushing across the ring and reaching through the ropes for a distracted Mason. Her hands almost latch onto Silas’ jacket but he leaps out of her reach at the last second. He then spits insults and warnings at Amanda, who turns away from the ropes to go after her opponent.
The second she turns Amanda does find her opponent, or more accurately she finds her opponent’s forearm crushing her face. Scott rushes in and delivers the bullhammer elbow, taking Amanda down to the canvas.
Greyson: That bullhammer style elbow just knocked a few teeth out of Amanda’s mouth.
Sparkles: Did they really? If they did I’ll so add the teeth to my Amanda doll I’ve made out of her hair and a few flakes of her skin.
Cannon falls over Amanda’s sternum, this match about to end quick.
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Blayze says nuh-uh…not now…not yet…and not this damned early. Cannon doesn’t look like he wants to wrestle a long and technical match that would only play into Amanda’s game. So instead Scott forces Amanda up to her knees and then drills her across the temple with a straight boot. The shot sends Blayze twisting to the canvas then crawling across it in the direction of the corner. She grabs the cables and starts to stand up before finding ANOTHER forearm launching directly into her kidneys. Amanda screams out in pain and then reaches ANOTHER forearm across the back.
Cannon then wedges a shoulder to that injured back and heaves her up into the air before ultimately sitting Amanda on the top rope of the corner she was leaning into. Scott climbs up after her and keeps his shoulder pressed to her kidneys now heaving her up into the air for a super back drop suplex from the corner. At the last second Amanda manages to twist her body though, sliding down Scott’s back, catching him around the hips on the way down and going for a super sunset flip powerbomb.
But Cannon says I think not….no way…no how…no shot in hell.
Scott wraps his hands around the ropes, refusing to be taken over into the powerbomb so Amanda changes strategy. Instead of holding onto the hips she turns around and grabs hold of his leg. Blayze applies the ankle lock to cheers from the crowd and groans from Cannon.
Greyson: Blayze with the ankle lock on Cannon.
Sparkles: But there’s no way that’s legal, he’s standing on the frackin turnbuckle right now…he’s in the ropes for Pamela Anderson’s tits sakes.
Pain is already drawn across Scott’s facade as he finds his ankle being mutilated in this submission. Blacker steps in and starts a five count as she threatens to disqualify Amanda for using the ankle lock while her opponent is standing on the ropes. Even the threat of disqualification does not stop Blayze, who continues to tug and twist at Cannon’s ankle. So now he turns, sitting on the top rope with his leg still caught in his opponent’s clutches. He pulls his leg back towards his body, causing Amanda to come staggering into his waiting arm. Cannon catches Blayze in a front chancery and actually looks like he’s about to deliver the tornado DDT, a move uncharacteristic of a man known for his ground and pound styles.
He seems on the cusp of leaping off the corner only to have Amanda suddenly drop to her knees and fall out of the front chancery. Cannon remains seated on the very top of the turnbuckle, yet is reaching down to the bottom of the turnbuckle to grab Amanda by the hair, but Blayze does a headstand to avoid his clutches. Her legs launch up and towards Cannon, wrapping around his neck. Scott finds himself being hit with a modified head scissors that sends him flipping forward off of the corner and into the canvas.
Cannon rolls across the ring grabbing at his spine while Amanda is getting to her feet, grabbing at the turnbuckle. She scales all the way to the top of the corner with Silas shouting at her from ringside, trying to get her attention. Amanda doesn’t allow herself to be distracted, instead she takes to the air, flies into the rising Cannon and catches him with the crossbody, knocking both of their bodies down into the canvas.
Greyson: Big crossbody block by Amanda, keeping the momentum of this match staunchly in her favor.
Sparkles: This thing has been non-stop.
Greyson: What are you talking about Sparkles? This whole show has been non-stop.
Amanda rolls off of Cannon and onto her feet. She then grabs Scott around the neck, pulling his head up and into the dragon sleeper. The hold has Cannon grounded, swinging his arms in a valiant yet feeble attempt to escape this submission. Or well, maybe it’s not as feeble as it first seemed. Scott stands up, and although he’s bridged back into the sleeper, he still manages to swing his body around out of the submission, placing his shoulders to Amanda’s ribs. He then heaves Blayze into a fireman’s carry, going for a Death Valley Driver.
But said DVD never materializes because Amanda has managed to slip off of her opponent’s shoulders and land behind Scott’s back. She wraps her arms around Cannon’s waist, setting up for a German suplex that will properly demonstrate her unnatural strength. Yet it’s Cannon’s cunning that is given the spotlight. His quick reflexes and quick thinking kick in, Scott rushing forward into the ropes with Amanda dragging along behind him, continuing to go for the German suplex. Her plans are finally upended when Cannon hits the top rope chest first, wraps his arms around it and pushes off with his back. Amanda’s waist-lock is broken and her body goes tumbling to the ring. She rolls over backwards to her feet then comes rushing in at Scott, who turns away from the ropes and suddenly stoops down, catching Amanda’s stomach against his shoulders.
Blayze is heaved up and into a fireman’s carry before being flipped over the ropes into the Death Valley Driver. Amanda tries to break her fall with her feet but that proves disastrous. She lands awkwardly on her legs and eventually crumbles to the mats.
Greyson; The importance of this match felt with every devastating blow…
Sparkles: And they don’t come much more devastating than that DVD Fly Boy just dropped Blayze’s smokin’ hot bod with.
Blayze stands on wobbly legs but finds her back in far worse shape when Scott catches her with a baseball slide dropkickk under the ropes that sends Amanda spiraling across the outside mats into the barricade. Amanda’s spine crashes into the barrier and she’ almost goes flipping over into the crowd. Somehow she gathers herself and spots Cannon dropping to the mats in front of her and charging in with a lariat.
Before Amanda can be sent flipping over the barrier, she leans back first against it and lifts her boots into the air, wedging them against Scott’s chest and kicking him off. Cannon staggers back, swinging his arms while Amanda is swinging her arms as well into a big fist. However, Cannon ducks his head, avoiding Blayze’s punch and catching her around the waist in the process.
Scott squeezes Amanda’s ribs then prepares to destroy them by dropping back into a belly to belly suplex across the mats. Before Amanda’s spine can be crushed, she lifts her hands into the air and throws them into both of Cannon’s temples. She crushes Scott’s skull between her palms and then does so once again, finally breaking his waist lock and sending him staggering back. He doesn’t get too far away from his opponent before reaching out, grabbing Amanda by the wrist and dragging her forward into the short arm clothesline. Amanda ducks under the strike, swings around behind Cannon and traps his waist in her arms.
The fans gawk in anticipation of seeing the German suplex connecting upon the outside mats. It seems Cannon is right on the cusp of having his neck snapped by being dumped on the back of his head. His elbow saves him however, Scott driving it back and across Blayze’s temple, breaking the rear waist-lock.
Blayze stumbles back and rolls into the ring under the ropes while Cannon follows her inside. He scrambles after Amanda, climbing up onto the apron when Amanda comes charging in only to receive a second back elbow across the cheek. Blayze takes a few steps in reverse, putting just enough distance between she and Scott to be subjected to his leaping shoulder block. Cannon pulls himself over the top rope and flies shoulder first into…..nothing but air.
Amanda drops down out of the way and Cannon ends up landing on his face. In the meanwhile Blayze is rushing at the nearest turnbuckle. She slides through the cables and to the apron before scaling to the top rope.
Greyson: Blayze up top again.
Sparkles: I wouldn’t mind having Blayze on top.
Greyson: I said up top damn you.
The crowd watches as Amanda goes flying off the turnbuckle, crashing right into a rising Cannon’s chest with the crossbody.
A second crossobdy is delivered but this one hasn’t taken Cannon down. He plants his feet like roots in a tree facing an oncoming storm. He then throws Amanda over his head with a fallaway slam only to have Amanda transition in mid-air, landing behind Cannon, who turns right into a stiff thrust kick under the jaw. The blow ALMOST takes Cannon off of his feet, but instead he lands in the ropes, falling seat first upon the middle cable.
Amanda spots her adversary in the ropes, pouncing upon him with a big running spear….But Scott cuts off her attempt with his thick arms, shooting them out and wrapping them around Blayze’s waist. Amanda’s face whitens as she’s thrown over the top rope with a release belly to belly suplex. Amanda goes crashing from a tremendous height right down into the mats so far below.
Greyson: Belly to belly over the ropes and to the mats….Holy spamoni.
Sparkles: There’s nasty, and then there’s that.
Greyson: Blayze isn’t going to make much of a bodyguard for Silas at this rate, not if her body is crippled.
Scott hasn’t even begun to cripple his opponent just yet, evident as he exits the ring, pulls Amanda up to her feet, heaves her above his head and throws her with a gorilla press ribs first right into the exposed turnbuckle post. Amanda’s mid-section cracks off of the steel post and her body goes twisting to the mats.
Sparkles: GOOOOSH! That was never nastier. It was like looking at Tara Reid’s tits.
Greyson: Or Tara Reid period for that matter.
Even with potentially broken ribs Amanda is still working her up to her feet only to be spun around, heaved into a second gorilla press and thrown through the ropes into the ring. She ends up rolling over to her elbows and knees with Scott slipping in behind her, applying a bear-hug. Scott squeezes Amanda’s ribs tighter than a vice on the head of Tony Dog. At the moment Cannon is assuming the role of Nicky Santoro, taking great pleasure in torturing the extremely tough Blayze.
Somehow she refuses to become nothing more than a plot device in a Martin Scorcese film, Blayze willing herself back towards her feet. She just gets to her feet before Scott pushes her forward into the ropes and then catches her with a headbutt ot the kidneys after she’s ricocheted from the cables. Amanda falls back to the canvas and Cannon reapplies the bearhug.
He puts a lot of pressure on the hold this time, squeezing until Amanda’s ribs are about to fracture under the strain.
Greyson: Cannon really putting a hurting on that mid-section.
Sparkles: He’s beating it worse than I beat myself after an hour of Estelle Getty one liners.
Greyson: No more information PLEASE Sparkles. No more information.
Amanda is in serious despair and yet she STILL will not give into the bearhug. Finally Blayze rises to her feet and tries to counter out of the bearhug only to be shoved into the cables chest first once again. She bounces off and this time staggers back into a knee to the kidneys that has Amanda screaming in pain. Another bearhug is quickly established and quickly brings Blayze down to her knees.
Greyson: How much of this trauma can Amanda’s ribs and back tolerate?
Sparkles: About as much as my penis can after listening to Bea Arthur insult Bette Davis.
Greyson: I’m not going to ask you again, Sparkles.
The snide grin on Silas’ face is more evident now than ever as he watches Scott transform Amanda’s ribcage and internal organs in jam. Cannon puts so much pressure on the mid-section that he almost has Blayze spitting up blood. But one thing she will not spit up are the words “I Quit.” She throws a back elbow into Scott’s temple, followed by another, desperate to avail herself of this predicament. Finally Cannon wedges his hands to Amanda’s back and shoves her with all his strength right along into the ropes. Amanda ricochets from the cables and stumbles spine first into the forearm aimed at her spine. This time before the blow can be delivered and before she can be placed in the bearhug that would follow, Amanda turns around and delivers a front dropkick to Cannon’s knee.
Scott falls flat on his face and Blayze hustles into the ropes. She ricochets off and comes back into Scott…or to be more precise…right into Scott’s waiting shoulder. He stands up and heaves Amanda into the air, twisting into the Double A Spinebuster. He has Amanda up, but he can’t drive Amanda down. Instead Blayze slips over Scott’s shoulder, slides down his back an catches him around his waist. Though Cannon tries to remain upright by swinging his arms, eventually he’s pulled down into the sunset flip.
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Amanda stands up immediately then leaps into the air and delivers a double stomp directly to Cannon’s ribs.
Greyson: Blayze with a double stomp….Just imagine if that puts Scott away and she uses it on Silas.
Sparkles: Not gonna happen.
Silas grimaces at ringside, feeling sympathy pains for Cannon, who is attempting to reach his feet. He only gets to his knees before being subjected to a roundhouse kick across the sternum, followed by a second, and then a third. Amanda is wearing Cannon out with these kicks that eventually culminate to a brain splitting shot to the temple. Blayze’s boot swings around into Cannon’s temple only to have him duck his head at the last second. Amanda turns completely around and then finds her ribs caught against Scott’s shoulder and her body being heaved into the Double A Spinebuster.
Silas: Pin her Fly Boy…PIN HER!
Cannon crawls onto Amanda with his forearm buried in her face.
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Amanda, injured ribs and back and all still manages to kick out. Cannon looks at referee Blacker and sneers before his arms wrap around Blayze’s mid-section once again, applying ANOTHER bearhug.
Greyson: Cannon wisely going right back to the bearhug.
Thousands of fans in attendance are trying to give Amanda the will to escape that bearhug, but after all the trauma he’s endured it’s NO easy task. Nevertheless she lifts her hands into the air, clinches her fists and begins to fight towards her feet.
Sparkles: Come on Blayze, she really is as stubborn as my erection after seeing Rue McClanahan….well…just Rue McClanahan period.
With her fists shaking out to her sides, Amanda summons the strength and the crowd support she needs to get to her feet. She is upright when Scott suddenly pushes her forward into the ropes, breaking his submission of his own accord to break Amanda with something else. He bends forward to drive his shoulder into her spine only to have Blayze turn and leap over him, catching Cannon around the waist then dragging him over into the sunset flip. But Cannon rolls out of the pin onto his knees then finds his temple immediately subjected to the roundhouse kick. The stiff strike knocks Scott as unconscious as ingesting four Ambien. He falls to his back and Amanda falls into the ropes, unable to follow up on the kick with a pin.
It takes a lot of strength to finally coax her body away from the ropes and move towards Cannon, who suddenly takes a fortuitous roll towards the opposite cables. He spills under the ropes to the outside mats where Silas is right in his face, insisting he step up his game here. Amanda approaches the ropes, takes the top cable and then drags herself over into a crossbody aimed at both Scott and Silas.
Mason is pushed out of the way by Cannon, who then reaches out and catches Amanda coming down. He lifts Amanda into a gorilla press then prepares to throw her into the turnbuckle post only to have Blayze slip off of his palms and lands on her feet behind her adversary. Before Scott can react his mid-section is caught and his body is hoisted into a German suplex across the mats.
Greyson: What strength and what a suplex by Blayze.
Sparkles: That might have broken Cannon’s neck for crying out loud.
Scott grimaces from the pain coursing through his shoulders and back, and now instead of rolling out of the ring to avoid his opponent, he rolls into it. Amanda follows him in, climbing up onto the apron and then pulling herself over into a slingshot senton right across Cannon’s mid-section.
Silas can’t watch anymore, covering his eyes and veering them away from the ring where Cannon is rolling into the corner. He ends up seated against the turnbuckle and being subjected to the hesitation dropkick that follows. Blayze catches a lot of air before eventually landing with both boots to Scott’s chest.
Greyson: This isn’t good for Cannon, Amanda is building momentum.
Sparkles: All after that unbelievable suplex on the mats.
The agony flowing through Cannon’s face and mid-section is pretty jarring, but he keeps sitting up and enduring. Blayze rushes into the opposite corner and now gets another running start before leaping into the air and hitting a SECOND hesitation dropkick that nails Scott right on the button.. He looks more and more disorientated with each of these stiff kicks that Amanda delivers. She now rolls over backwards to her feet, rushes into the opposite corner and then gets a running start behind a THIRD hesitation dropkick. Her boots plow into Scott’s forehead once more.
She then rolls over backwards, grabs Cannon by the ankle and drags him to the center of the ring before stepping through his elevated legs. The fans are beginning to scream fiercely at the sight of Blayze going once again for the sharpshooter, the very opening salvo she began this match with. She rolls Cannon to his stomach, leans back and has him trapped in the submission, yet Scott is not submitting. Instead he’s rolling, rolling right onto his back. Amanda turns around and has her face drilled with a right hand, followed by a second and then a third. Cannon eventually gets his feet into Blayze’s ribs and kicks her off across the ring.
Amanda rushes backwards into the ropes, ricochets off then comes back in at the seated Cannon with a roar and a HUGE roundhouse kick that Scott catches. He has hold of Amanda’s leg and won’t let go as he works his way up to his feet. Amanda hops up and down on one foot before launching that boot into the air and swinging it right upside Cannon’s temple.
Scott is sent spiraling into the corner, losing his footing and falling against the turnbuckle. He looks dead to rights at this point as Blayze charges into the opposite corner, slaps her fist against her chest then gets a running start across the ring. She is about to hit a fourth hesitation dropkick before she finds herself hesitating upright instead of airborne. She turns towards Silas, who has risen onto the apron, deliberately getting her attention.
Amanda charges right after him, sending Silas back peddling and back peddling quick. He leaps off the apron, clearing out of Amanda’s way and also taking her eyes off the prize. Amanda turns around and finds Cannon’s forearm charging into her face as he goes for a SECOND bulhammer elbow.
At the last second Amanda ducks, avoiding the forearm that sends Scott spiraling into the ropes and ricocheting off. He comes staggering right along into Amanda who catches him with a drop toe hold then transitions so that she has Scott on his back and is trying to step through the legs into the sharpshooter yet again.
Greyson: She’s gonna lock it in again.
Sparkles: Just like when Golden Girls is on and I lock my hand on my….
Greyson: I’m not telling you again Sparkles.
It looks like Amanda is about to have the hold locked in, though Scott has different ideas. He bends his knees, wedges his feet to Amanda’s chest and shoves her back. Blayze goes spiraling across the ring and falls through the ropes, landing on the apron. She then starts to stand up before Scott comes rushing in after her, prompting Blazye to leap to the top rope and springboard over her inbound opponent. She leap frogs Scott, lands on the canvas then takes off across it into the far ropes, ricocheting off then coming back in at Cannon and connecting right with his running yakuza kick.
The boot knocks Amanda into a full corkscrew before she ultimately comes down square on her face. She then goes rolling along into the corner, sitting up against the turnbuckle when Cannon comes charging in and throws himself into face wash. His boot drills Amanda viciously across the cheek and leaves her near comatose. Cannon then rushes into the far ropes, ricochets off and comes back in with ANOTHER face wash connecting across the temple. Scott then turns, rushes into the far ropes, comes back in and nails a THIRD boot scraping across Amanda’s forehead.
Sparkles: Cannon gives as good as he takes.
Cannon now grabs Amanda by the ankle, forcing her out of the corner to the center of the ring where he drops into an unorthodox cover, placing his knee over Amanda’s throat.
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Amanda yet again manages to get her shoulder up from the canvas, turning away from Cannon in the process. She just begins to stand up when Cannon swoops in, catches her around the neck and now attempts to heave her up into the House Rules.
Blayze is about to be subjected to the jackhammer before she counters…counters into a small package.
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Cannon rolls right out of the pin and onto his feet before rushing into the ropes and building momentum behind the Bullhammer elbow only to be caught with a second small package.
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Scott kicks out, rolling over to his knees while Amanda gets to her feet in front of him then swings around with her boot, going for the roundhouse kick that MISSES. Scott gets his forearms up in front of his face, causing the boot to bounce off and for Amanda to turn in a full circle. Eventually she spins back to face Scott while hobbling on one foot. She tries to put pressure on the ankle and shin just damaged by Cannon’s elbows, but her spine is going to be in far worse shape. Cannon places her in a front chancery, heaves her up into the air and goes for the House Rules a second time, but Blayze surprises him by flipping forward, landing on Scott’s shoulders then going for a hurricarana.
Silas: Now Baby Doll! NOW!!
Silas waves towards the backstage area, INSISTING that Taylor Chase come out and assault Amanda, but there is no sight of the former World Champion.
Greyson: Silas crying out for Taylor Chase?
Sparkles: Yeah, but where is she.
The look on Mason’s face becomes more and more bitter and jaded when Taylor FAILS to show up and answer to his demands.
But Scott may not need Tay. He somehow roots his feet to the canvas, allowing Amanda to hang upside down from around his neck but refuses to be flipped over. He now heaves her back up and onto his shoulders before rushing forward into an attempted powerbomb….but Amanda tries to counter, throwing rights and lefts across Scott’s forehead but Scott suddenly wedges his hands to the back of Amanda’s thighs and pushes her off, sending her flipping over backwards and landing straight on her feet. She is stooped forward in perfect position for the front chancery, Cannon trapping her head then heaving her up into the air for the House Rules.
Blayze shifts her body though, slipping over Scott’s shoulder and landing behind his back. She then rushes backwards into the ropes, ricochets off the cables and comes back in Scott’s spine only to actually rush directly into his forearm. The Snake Eyes blasts Blayze right in the jaw.
Greyson: Cannon with the Snake Eyes!
Sparkles: Bullhammer elbow knocking Amanda right on her luscious booty.
Greyson: Why must be that all you concentrate on?
Sparkles: Why wouldn’t it be?
Silas looks on with relief, insisting that Cannon make the pin now, realizing that Cannon has just prevented Mason from having to endure five minutes in the ring alone with Blayze.
Silas: Pin ‘er lil ass Fly Boy, pin it right now and end this gosh dammit…
A handful of hair has already been grabbed and Cannon is pulling Blayze to her knees when Cannon’s ears are inundated by his agent’s demands. A grin suddenly manifests across Scott’s face, one that he attempts to obscure.
Silas: What are ya doin’. I said pin ‘er!
Scott: Trust me, Silas, I’ve got this.
Mason is beside himself as he watches Cannon slowly, methodically dragging Blayze up and into the front chancery.
Silas: Why are ya takin’ so long, hit the House Rules and be done with it.
Scott: Lemme savor this, Silas, lemme savor this.
For some reason Cannon is moving very gingerly as he lifts Amanda into the air for the House Rules. He is about to deliver the jackhammer before Blayze drives her knee straight down into the top of Scott’s head. As a result Cannon’s grip on her neck is broken, dropping Blayze back to her feet and then shoving her backwards into the ropes.
Amanda ricochets off the cables and comes back in at Scott, who lunges into the Snake Eyes, the Bullhammer elbow only to have Blayze suddenly catch him with a small package as he comes in.
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Cannon kicks his legs, though he seems to be doing so a little apathetically. But all that kicking, all that squirming, every one of his gyrations fail to prevent him from falling victim to the pinfall.
Greyson: WHAT!?!
Sparkles: She caught him? She caught Cannon with the small package…which-which-which means….holy shit-kitten…
Greyson: That’s right, Silas has to get in the ring with Amanda now.
Sparkles: It’s not too late to run away Amanda.
Silas’ whole faces has twisted into an expression of concern as he stares into the ring at a very eager Amanda, she is already salivating at the mouth, so eager to get her teeth around Mason’s throat. Silas is shaking his head and veering his eyes towards Cannon, who moves around the ring shrugging his shoulders.
Scott: Sorry Silas, I tried my best.
Silas: Yer best…yer best!?! How the hell does that help me?
Scott: You’ll figure something out, Silas, you always do. Good luck in there.
Silas: Whare are ya goin?
For once Cannon obeys the rules, marching up the ramp with his back turned on Silas and a smile slowly stretching across his face. Though his words are barely audible one can easily read his lips.
Scott: Nothing like a good plan coming together.
Cannon steps through the curtains to the backstage area in spite of Silas’ demands.
Silas: Get yer ass back out here right now, Fly Boy. You got me into this!
There is no looking back, Scott walks straight through the curtains, leaving Silas completely at the mercy of the woman who is now rolling out of the ring and closing in upon her target. Although Amanda is a little winded by her bout against Cannon, she suddenly finds herself surging with energy now that she has what she long-long-loooong awaited. It’s like Christmas come early for Amanda, who looks to tear open her gift by wrapping the skin right off of Silas’ body. He is suddenly spun around by Blayze and placed in a double handed choke hold.
Silas is quickly charged towards the ring and thrown in under the ropes. He rolls to the center of the squared circle but quickly tries to escape. He crawls towards the cables only to have Amanda leap to the apron in front of him.
Blayze: Going someplace Silas?
At last Mason resolves himself to the fact that there is no getting out of the ring, especially when his eyes veer to the Cartel-tron and spot the countdown clock appearing on it. Five minutes begin to quickly cycle down, and Silas attempts to talk his way through every single second of it.
Silas: Baby-baby-baby, listen to me, Silas ain’t yer enemy. You and I, we can be good friends. Think what I could do for yer career. Think of what the two of us could do together? I can make ya a Champion. Don’t ya want titles? Don’t ya want money? Don’t ya want fame?
Amanda tilts and nods her head, shoulders rising to her earlobes.
Blayze: You got me there. I do want money, I don’t want titles, I do want fame. But there’s just one little thing I want before I get any of those.
Silas: Yah? Name it.
Blayze: I want to feel your bones shattering around my fists.
Blayze swats the Stetson right off of Silas’ head then grabs him by the collar of his leather jacket, forcing him up to his knees then slowly pulling back her fist.
Sparkles: Walk away Amanda, walk away before it’s too late.
Greyson: She would NEVER walk away from an opportunity to destroy the man who has dragged her name through the mud. Everyone knows it was Silas who produced all the rumors regarding Blayze and Orlando having some type of affair.
Sparkles: You don’t know that…Now YOU’RE the one spreading rumors.
Greyson: It’s not rumor, Sparkles, you know damn well it’s fact.
Silas has run out of words to talk his way out of this situation, his teeth are about to be driven into his deceptive tongue by the clinched fist of Blayze. He’s already closing his eyes and cringing as Amanda’s fist pulls back and prepares to rearrange his handsome mug. However, it’s Amanda who is rearranged, her mind mangled by the sounds of Sienna Swann’s voice.
Sienna: Amanda….sweety….honestly, don’t you think you’re taking this a little too far?
Baby Face herself, Silas’ new Perfect 10, steps to the stage with Angelica Jones, the dragon, figuratively speaking, standing behind her back. The two Silas World members stop on the stage with Sienna shaking her head in Blayze’s direction. It took only a few words from Sienna’s mouth to make Amanda’s fist pause mere inches from Silas’ cringing mug.
Greyson: Oh come on…Give Amanda just five more seconds, please.
Sparkles: Thank you, Sienna, seriously, thank you, for both being tall blonde and gorgeous, as well as for keeping Silas from doing something he might regret to Amanda.
Greyson: This is ridiculous, I thought no members of Silas World were allowed to get involved in this match.
Sparkles: Shut up, Lovejoy. Sienna is NOT getting involved physically, she and Angelica are just standing on the stage is all, nothing wrong with that whatsoever.
In spite of seeing Silas on the cusp of getting his face obliterated, Sienna produces a warm grin.
Sienna: You’re crossing a line here, Amanda. Just like you did two weeks ago.
Blayze cranes her neck in confusion.
Sienna: Don’t play coy, you remember more about that night we went out together than you’re letting on. There’s a reason you want to keep the truth buried. You don’t want anyone to know about your lurid drug abuse, or your perverse behavior, darling. I know the truth however, for I just checked my text messages from that night and I found this.
Sienna briefly holds up her phone and then points to the Cartel-tron.
Sienna: Look what you messaged me in your drugged delirium.
Suddenly images consume the big screen of an unconscious Amanda curled up in the sheets alongside ‘Orlando Cruze.’
Sienna: Is there no controlling your impulses Amanda. Honestly, If I knew the extent of your addictions, I never would have taken you out to a bar and tempted you as I did. I had no idea it would lead to this.
Blayze lets Silas go because now she has a far more inviting target presenting itself, one she seriously wants to silence.
Sienna: I wish it stopped there, but there’s even more…more proof that all the disgusting rumors I didn’t want to believe about you are actually true.
Another picture features the drooling Amanda’s cheek resting on the smiling ‘Orlando’s’ chest.
Sienna: Distasteful. I can’t believe you thought I would want to see something like this Amanda. I’m an angel, not one who enjoys soft core pornography.
Amanda completely leaves the ring at this point and marches right up the ramp, intent on putting an end to this deplorable show and tell. Wisely Sienna has stopped cycling through the photos on her phone and having them projected on the big screen and is starting to back along with Angelica towards the curtains.
Sienna: You really are a disgusting young lady, Amanda, and I want no further association with you. Our friendship is over.
There was never a friendship to begin with, which is exactly what Amanda is going to demonstrate should she get her hands on Sienna. However, Swann and Angelica have already made their way to the back and Blayze is hot on their heels. As Blayza vanishes through the curtains, Silas takes a deep breath, a sigh of relief, swiping sweat from his brow.
Greyson: How? How in the hell did he do it? How in the hell did Silas manage to get out of this unscathed yet again?
Sparkles: That’s Silas Mason for you, Greyson. He’s like a cat, he constantly lands on his feet.
Mason’s palpitating heart begins to settle.
Greyson: Look at Silas, he really is proud of himself isn’t he?
Sparkles: Silas is always proud. Maybe I should wear a Stetson like he does, and I’ll be as perpetually happy as Silas.
Greyson: You don’t have a head designed for a hat, Sparkles.
Sparkles: Says you.
Greyson: No, seriously,, I designed you so your head couldn’t have the shape to accommodate a hat.
A chuckling Silas only stops grinning the toothiest of grins when said teeth threaten to be knocked from his mouth. A tune that is chillingly familiar plays over the PA system and sends a shiver straight down Silas’ back. He looks over his shoulder and immediately takes into view the arrival of Abigail Lindsey.
Sparkles: It’s Abi…OMG…OMG….smell my breath, Lovejoy, does it smell like garlic?
Greyson: Why would you even be eating garlic, you have NO stomach.
Sparkles: Get my comb ready, pronto….time to at last style Abi’s hair, I plan on stroking each lock at least a hundred times each.
Greyson: There have been rumors for weeks now that something happened between Silas Mason and Abigail Lindsey’s fiancee, Katelyn Buehler, and now it looks like Lindsey is going straight to the source of said rumors.
Sparkles: She’s going after Silas? I thought he was off the hook now.
Greyson: When you have as many enemies as Silas, you can’t drop your guard for a second.
Silas spins towards the ramp as Abigail makes her way down it. Though Abigail’s mascara has run, oozing down her face after having shed a few tears, she is still smiling and still laughing. She snickers all the way up the steps and through the ropes, finding herself standing mono a mono with Mason. The second they come within inches of one another, Abigail reveals the microphone that she pulls out of the back of her tights, raising it to her upturned lips.
Abigail: Hi Silas.
Silas: Hello-hello-hello….
Mason’s words ooze with sexual undertones as he looks Lindsey up and down, then down to up.
Silas: What can Silas do for you doll?
Abigail: Weeeell handsome, I was thinking maybe you could help me.
Silas: Oh, Silas can do more than help ya.
Abigail:….Easy there cowboy, I don’t need any help in THAT department.
Silas: Then where can Silas be of service?
Abigail: Ohhhh, I was thinking maybe you could lay on the canvas at my feet and bleed like a stuck pig.
Silas: Pard….
Abigail connects with a double leg take down on Silas, dropping him to the canvas with Lindsey wrapping her hands around his throat.
Greyson: Silas being attacked again!
Sparkles: Why do so many of these ladies want their hands on Silas? What does he have that I don’t?
Greyson: Silas thought he got out this match unscathed, but Abigail has other ideas.
Both of Lindsey’s hands are tightly wound around Silas’ throat, strangling the life from his body and driving the back of his head into the canvas.
Abigail: Tell me the truth, Silas. Tell me what you did with Katelyn…tell me what you did to my fiancée!
It’s kind of hard for Silas to speak when he’s having the air choked out of his body. No members of Silas World are capable of helping Mason right now as he continues to be strangled by the fiancée of the woman he slept with several months ago, a revelation that has just now come to light. Lindsey continues to lash out at Mason until salvation for Silas comes in the form of someone who ISN’T one of his manipulated and used clients. A steel chair SLAMS over Abigail’s back, swung by MARIE JONES!
Greyson; The Phoenix! The Phoenix attacking Abigail!
Sparkles: The hell is this all about?
Greyson: Jones and Abigail no strangers to one another, they’re scheduled to face at the End of the Year Special, but it looks like Marie is striking here tonight.
Jones feeds off all the anger stemming from her loss earlier in the evening, coupled with Lindsey’s perceived participation in Marie’s involuntary imprisonment several months ago. She exacts her revenge by driving the chair into Abigal’s spine again, remembering everything that was said during the court trial that started several weeks ago…..footage yet to air.
Right now the crowd is getting footage of something FAR more graphic and violent in nature, the repeated chair shots that Marie swings deliberately into Abigail’s spine. She now hits a third strike, and a fourth, and a fight and now even a SIXTH!
Greyson: Good heavens, that’s enough Marie.
Silas sits up in the corner, watching with a snide grin on his face as Marie drives the chair into every inch of Abigail’s body. Merely pummeling Abi with the chair isn’t good enough, so she takes the steel and wedges it between the ropes in the turnbuckle. She perfectly situates the steel then turns, approaches the barely conscious Abigail and drags her along to her feet.
Marie: Did you think suing you was good enough? After everything you and Kimberly put me through? After the way you two conspired to steal my identity and take my life away from me? You took months of my career, so guess what Abi, what you do to others is visited back upon yourself ten-fold. You took a month of my livelihood, I’ll take years of yours.
Abi is charged across the ring and thrown with enough force to send her head flying through the ropes and her skull crushing against the chair. Abigail bounces off the steel, which results in a resounding thud. She rolls towards the center of the ring, ending up on her elbows and knees with a huge lump forming on her scalp one that is about to be busted open thanks to Marie and her Vindicator. She drapes her thigh across the back of Abi’s neck, grabs her wrist and spins through with the swinging leg neckbreaker.
Sparkles: This is horrible. Blondes and gingers should be united to battle all the persecution they get, not fighting each other.
Greyson: At this rate Abi’s hair may go as red as Marie’s…she’s going to bust Lindsey wide open.
The Vindicator leaves Abi strewn across her back, panting heavily. Jones slowly backs away from the woman who helped Marie’s twin sister assume her identity several months ago, the woman the Phoenix is now suing for collaborating in that identity theft. Abi is unfamiliar with the position she currently finds herself in, assuming the role of victim. And although Marie SHOULD be enjoying the sight of Abi in her state of distress and disrepair, Jones’ eyes are instead focused upon the smirk drawn over Silas’ face. He continues to watch Abi get a beating even as he dashes from the ring. Marie never takes her eyes off of Mason either, the two locked in a perpetual stare-down and a shared smile.
BACKSTAGE
Cameras discover a scene that has many fans scrambling to find a barf bag. Mika Kozlov has her back against a wall, and Aiken Frost has her pinned there.
The dark eyes of Mika examine Aiken closely, making sure no injuries have befallen him after the run in from Jed Wayne earlier.
Mika: Hehehehe, Jed was really going to do a number on you.
Aiken: I do apologize for the behavior of my wife’s friends…
If this scene weren’t disgusting enough, what with Aiken’s palms in some inappropriate places upon Mika’s anatomy, he now gives something else a pull….the chain bound to the collar around Rachel’s neck. The tug sends the NHB Champion lunging across her knees to her husband’s side.
Aiken: But know that I will make up for Jed’s behavior by besting those who have exploited you for your talents, my Mika. The Blacklist, your ‘fiancee,’ used you as nothing but a tool to achieve stardom. I shall force him to suffer for that, if my children leave enough of him to face me inside of the cag….
Klein: Aaaaahhh, Mr, Frost, just the man we were looking for.
Not even the sight of Spencer Klein can force Mika to stop chuckling. Although she and Klein have a jaded history, she seems almost immune to his painful presence. Kellen Jeffries steps in behind Spencer, the two addressing Aiken and Mika in the backstage corridor.
Klein: We were hoping to catch up with you so we could discuss our respective matches against the Blacklist.
Aiken: I am detained at the mom….
Harrison: How convenient.
Montgomery: Two birds, one stone.
Kellen, Klein and Aiken no sooner look to the sources of these voices before all three men find themselves fighting for their lives. Lukas and Aaron, the Blacklist come rushing in to get some much deserved retribution for the attack by Kellen and Klein a few moments ago. Harrison still has the gasoline can in his hand but it doesn’t stop him from delivering a jab across Klein’s face. Lukas is exchanging punches and kicks with Kellen, and Mika is grabbing Aiken by the wrist, pulling him away from the violence. Aiken then gives the chain around Rachel’s neck a very forceful tug, dragging her along behind himself and Mika.
Aiken: Come along my dear, no one is coming for you this evening, Ethan is not a hero, he is no more than man consumed by greed, much in the same way these four are consumed by wrath.
Rachel continues to led along by the chain as Kellen, Montgomery, Harrison and Klein brawl in the backstage corridor.
Aiken: Will be seeing you shortly, Herr Harrison.
Mika: Hehehehehehe.
BACKSTAGE
The strange van sporting an outlandish color scheme is back in the parking lot, no longer surrounded by a grill or hungry spectators. Instead it’s now surrounded by ‘Fury’ Veronica Rodriquez and a struggling Casisdy Cage, who is trying her best to resist being thrown into the back of the vehicle…a vehicle with Ambrosia behind the steering wheel.
Cassidy: Your not forcing me in there bitch!
Vero AKA Fury smirks in reaction to the inaccuracy of Cage’s comment.
Fury: Cass-Cass-Cass, I had no intention of FORCING you into anything.
The ropes that were binding Cassidy’s wrists in place are removed, giving her freedom. Cage makes good use of that freedom, forcing her forearm into Veronica’s throat and pushing her back first against the driver’s side door of the van. She not only drives Rodriquez back but keeps the door she’s pinned against from opening, trapping Ambrosia inside, keeping her from intervening.
Cassidy: You have some fucking nerve….Who do you think you are?
Fury: Your friend, Cass, your friend.
Cassidy: What?
Fury: Believe it or not, I’m here to help you…Ambrosia and I both.
Cassidy: Help me?
Fury: Everything everyone’s been saying about you, it’s true. You’re weak…you’re feeble..You’re not strong enough, and you just proved that by losing to Valentine.
Cassidy: You don’t know what you’re talking about. I can beat Tina.
Fury: No hon, not like this you can’t.
Fury gestures to Cage’s attire and present demeanor.
Fury: Prove me wrong, Cass, show you have courage, put a little more pressure on my throat, just enough to snap my neck. Come on…do it….DO IT!
Cage wants to, she sooo wants to, but she just can’t bring herself to exert that added pressure that would break Vero’s neck.
Fury: I thought so. You see now don’t you? You see how badly you need our help.
Rodriquez’s eyes roll back and direct focus towards Ambrosia looking down from the van with a smirk.
Fury: You need to embrace it, Cass…
Cassidy: Embrace what?
Fury: The dark….the dark. Accept it, and then you’ll be strong enough, strong enough to beat Tina for her title. Let us help you channel your darkness, to unleash the animal you’ve kept chained and buried deep. Unleash the leviathan Cassidy….
Fury’s words seem to have Cassidy enchanted…for the moment at least.
Cassidy: Your pathetic…
No more manipulation, Cassidy is through with it. She takes her arm from Veronica’s throat and turns away.
Cassidy: My strength, comes from my friends….
Fury: Your friends?
Both Ambrosia and Vero chuckle sinisterly.
Ambrosia: Who do you think put us up to this?
Cassidy is no longer enchanted, she’s disillusioned.
Fury: Your right, your friends want to see you succeed, that’s why Abi called us here.
The truth is so shocking it leaves Abi’s fragmented mind incapable of being pieced back together.
Fury: You want titles? You want to be a champion? You want to beat Tina and prove yourself to Abi? Then get in the van.
Ambrosia: Hop in, Cass, hop in.
Although Cage is paralyzed in shock she gets her vegetative limbs to move, carrying her towards the van and into it.
Karen: DON’T!
An aching Karen McBride, still suffering all the wounds from her highly physical match against Ambrosia, comes rushing through the parking lot, intent on keeping Cassidy from making a fatal error.
Karen: Don’t get in that van.
McBride pleads with Cage not to make the same mistake the Principle Owner did two weeks ago.
Karen: Don’t trust them!
Before McBride can get to Cage and get into her head, Cassidy enters the van, sliding the door shut behind her. Veronica walks off merrily, her mission accomplished the second the van pulls out of the building with Karen desperately crying out after it.
Karen: Don’t let Ambrosia take you for a joy ride, Cassidy! Get out of the van.
McBride turns towards the almost hollow gaze of Fury.
Fury: Have I made your night interesting enough?
AARON HARRISON VS. AIKEN FROST
MONSTER
The crowd shows a remarkable amount of fervor at the sounds of Aaron Harrison’s theme music blaring through the speakers. They get even louder at the sight of Harrison himself making his way through the curtains, and he’s not coming alone. Not only is Aaron flanked by Lukas Montgomery, but he’s also clutching a can of gasoline.
Greyson The Blacklist on their way to the ring slated to compete in two HUGE singles matches here tonight, the first of which being the culmination to this intense rivalry that has developed between Aaron Harrison and Aiken Frost?
Sparkles: Intense, Mr. Black Eyes stole Aaron’s fiancee from him for Christ sakes, and turned her into the scary, yet still super hot, demonic version of Mika Kozlov.
Greyson: Aaron has been quite resolute in his efforts to regain possession of Kozlov, his one and only true love, but all of those attempts have been in vein. Aiken continues to employ his occult abilities to keep Mika’s mind under his sway, all but completely turning her against her former Blacklist compatriots.
Sparkles: Yeah, and from what Sparkles has gathered, Mika’s gonna be right out here at ringside with Aiken for this match. Making matters all the more complicated for the Blacklist.
Greyson: Another psychological tool employed by Aiken to get the better of Aaron of course.
Sparkles: And if Mika does come out, can you make yourself scarce Lovejoy? You kind of kill my game.
Aaron enters the ring with the gasoline can still in hand and Montgomery slides in after him, flicking a lighter.
Greyson: God only knows what Montgomery and Harrison have in store for that gas can and lighter. We saw them TRY to set Aiken Frost on fire two weeks ago on Riot.
Sparkles: Before those stanky hot ladies in dominatrix gear got involved and totally fucked up the Blacklist’s plans. Though I’ll never argue against seeing ladies in dominatrix gear…EVER…If only Bea Arthur and Estelle Getty….
Greyson: Please God, no more Sparkles…no more kinky references to the Golden Gir…..Hold it.
Sparkles: I already am holding it.
Greyson: Not that. Am I…am I hearing this correctly? I got a voice in my headset telling me that there’s been a last minute format change here.
Sparkles: Oh for fuck sakes.
Greyson: Sparkles look…LOOK!
Sparkles: Where?
Greyson; Above the friggin ring!
All eyes are veering towards the rafters where a Steel Cage is now illuminated, multiple red strobe lights bouncing off the mesh wiring.
Mika: Howdy Cowboy.
Harrison’s grip on the gas can weakens when spotting his former fiancee, Mika Kozlov crawling…yes…crawling to the stage. She then takes a siesta, getting herself a bit more comfortable. She lies across her stomach with the back of her fingers interlocked and her knuckles wedged her chin while her elbows hold her up, pressed to the stage.
Mika: Awww, do you miss me….hahahahaha?
Aaron knows Mika is well aware of the answer to her question, hence why he bites his tongue and just stands there stewing in anger.
Mika: I’ve missed you too Cowboy….Why don’t you come to me, Aaron….Come to me my love.
Kozlov bats her eyes affectionately towards her former lover, who can’t resist her seductive mannerisms only matched by her seductive tone. The gas can drops from Harrison’s hand and he now goes rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring, just before the steel cage can descend and surround it.
Montgomery: Aaron, where are you going man? Stop! It’s a trap.
Although Lukas has one leg through the ropes, he’s forced to pull it back if he doesn’t want it cut off by the cage. The steel structure has completely lowered around the ring, now trapping Montgomery inside and Harrison outside. Lukas makes his way towards the cage door, attempting to exit before he looks up and spots a truly alarming sight. Red Rayne, Silk and Mogui were holding onto the cage walls even as it descended from the rafters.
Greyson: The hell is this?
Sparkles: It’s New Eden, they-they just took an express elevator to hell.
Greyson: They were hanging onto the cage this whole time? Why is the cage even surrounding the ring right now?
Harrison is unaware that the New Eden circles Montgomery inside of the cage, Aaron drawn only to Mika on the stage. He is just about to meet with the woman who is now resting on her knees before Harrison suddenly feels the hairs on the back of his neck rise. He spins around just in time to catch Kellen Jeffries and Spencer Klein jumping over the barricade with Jeffries swinging a steel chain at Aaron’s head. Harrison ducks under the blow and causes Kellen to spin completely around before being bashed across the forehead with one punch after another. Aaron battles him towards the cage before Spencer picks up the chain his client just dropped, wraps it around his knuckles and charges in behind Aaron. Klein’s chain wrapped fist swings but never connects, Harrison side stepping it, catching Spencer by the back of the head then charging him at the cage wall and throwing him face first into it.
Meanwhile inside of the cage Rayne, Mogui and Silk have dropped to the canvas and have Montgomery caught between them. For the fourth straight show in a row, a member of the Blacklist is trapped in the cage with New Eden.
Lukas turns from side to side, staring at each member of the New Eden who inch towards him.
Sparkles: The Blacklist look like they’ve bit off way more than they can chew.
Greyson: Don’t know about that, Harrison is actually holding his own outside of the cage right now.
Sparkles: Like that will last.
It doesn’t.
Kellen rushes in behind Harrison, wedges hands to Aaron’s spine and shoves him face first into the mesh wall. He bounces off the side of the cage and spirals to the ground where Jeffries mounts Harrison’s chest and nails him with right hands across the forehead.
Montgomery is now throwing rights of his own as he’s entirely overcome by the forces of New Eden, who pounce upon him all at once.
Lukas tries to defend himself but it’s to no avail. There are too many swinging at him all at once, coming at him from every possible angle. They eventually work Montgomery into a corner, stomping away at his ribs and at his chest. Rayne claws at Lukas’ face while Silk is delivering buzzsaw kicks to Lukas’ gut and Mogui is stomping indiscriminately at any piece of Lukas’ body that wasn’t being worked over.
Outside of the cage Kellen has grabbed Harrison by the wrist, is forcing him along to his feet and is now trying to whip him along into the cage wall. At the last second Aaron counters, instead sending Kellen charging shoulder first into the mesh wiring before he ricochets off and comes back into a big back drop by Harrison.
It’s not clear what hurt Kellen more, the impact with the steel cage or the collision with the steel ramp. Nevertheless Jeffries is in agony, and his perpetual pain allows his original target to slip away. Harrison picks up the chain that was dropped at ringside and now tries to get into the cage, but Silk sees him coming. She and Mogui rush across the ring and simultaneously dive both over the top rope and under it. They both go crashing directly into Harrison at ringside, all three bodies then plummeting to the mats.
Greyson: Harrison was about to get back into the cage and save Montgomery, but he’s suddenly been taken out by Silk and Mogui.
Sparkles: All of the Blacklist’s hens coming home to roost.
Greyson: This is unmitigated anarchy.
And who is behind all of this insanity? Aiken Frost of course. He steps through the curtains and stands at Mika’s side, taking her by the fingers with one hand while his other palm is occupied by the chain that leads to the collar around Rachel’s neck. The NHB Champion is dragged to her knees by said chain while Aiken guides Mika along to her feet by her fingers, fingers he plants a kiss upon.
Greyson: The New Blacklist and New Eden working together with the mutual goal of destroying the Blacklist.
Speaking of Harrison, he’s back on his feet throwing wild punches at those who took him down. He punches at Silk, he punches at Mogui, he punches at anything moving, but much like Lukas, Aaron finds himself overwhelmed. Rayne exits the cage, stands on the apron behind Harrison then dives off and delivers a double axehandle across Aaron’s upper back. He is brought to his knees where clubbing blows and stomps hit almost every inch of his anatomy.
Rayne and Silk finally manage to subdue Harrison’s arms, holding them up and then raising his jaw so that Aaron is forced to stare into the cold, merciless eyes of the approaching Aiken Frost. He steps down the ramp with two of his special ladies guided by fingers and by chain.
Aiken stoops at ringside and smiles in Harrison’s barely conscious face.
Aiken: You wish to abduct me? Do you not appreciate the gravity of such an act? Well you shall Cowboy.
Frost looks up into the smiles drawn over Rayne’s and Silk’s face as they continue to trap Harrison’s limbs to his sides.
Aiken: Take Harrison to the back and acquaint him with my newest child….take him to Krauzer.
New Eden follows the instructions of their dear Aiken precisely, Rayne and Silk forcing Harrison up to his feet by his arms while Mogui grips Aaron by the bangs of his hair, leading him along to the backstage area.
Greyson: Where’s New Eden taking Harrison? He’s supposed to have a match against Aiken right here and right now.
Sparkles: I guess that match is effectively called off.
Greyson: And what ‘child’ is Aiken referring to? Are there even more initiates into the Sinistry?
Sparkles: Aaron’s about to find out.
Aiken, Mika and a reluctant Rachel turn to watch Harrison being forced through the curtains and into the backstage area. Kellen Jeffries and Spencer Klein do the same, the two nursing injuries as they step up behind the Sinistry members, everyone convening at the bottom of the ramp. Of course congregating together proves to be a poor choice in judgment.
The whole mood in the building drastically changes when Montgomery comes flying off the top of the steel cage, and goes crashing down onto all his enemies at ringside.
Sparkles: AAAAAAH!
Greyson: Lukas off the top of the cage!
Sparkles: He just destroyed everyone.
Greyson: The Sinistry brought this cage into play, as they’ve done over the past few weeks and it’s now come back to haunt them in a major way.
Fans: HOLY SHIT-HOLY SHIT-HOLY SHIT!
The building continues to surge with excitement as Montgomery now slides his hands into Kellen’s hair, pulls the Man-God to his feet and drags him around the cage. Kellen’s face is briefly introduced into the steel steps, causing him to almost lose his balance before his body is thrown into the cage. Lukas makes his way up the steel steps and enters the cage as well.
Referee Patrick Fitzpatrick, who was here to officiate the Harrison versus Frost match, continues to cower in the corner of the cage and is now directed to chime the bell. Montgomery ORDERS the referee to start his match against Kellen Jeffries, and now it seems that bout will be taking place inside of the cage.
LUKAS MONTGOMERY VS. KELLEN JEFFRIES:
CAGE MATCH
The bell chimes in the background and Lukas’ fist crashes into Kellen’s face.
Sparkles: Someone kindly explain to me what the hell is going on here.
Greyson: It looks like we’re getting Kellen Jeffries and Lukas Montgomery inside of a cage!
Montgomery drives his shoulder into Jeffries’ ribs, powering him backwards across the ring and driving his spine into the turnbuckle. Kellen almost goes over but remains upright in time to be hit with one stomp after another across the gut. Lukas then transitions from stomps to chops.
Knife edge chops connect one after another to Kellen’s sternum, almost knocking him down to the canvas. Jeffries somehow remains upright long enough for Lukas to rush to the center of the ring, balance himself and then charge right into a leaping stinger splash.
Montgomery then lands on his feet, grabs Jeffries by the wrist and pulls the Man-God into his palms, hoisting him up into the gorilla press. Kellen tries to squirm off of his opponent’s hands as he’s charged across the ring and thrown over the ropes side first into the cage wall.
Sparkles: Lukas throwing Kellen into the cage. I can’t believe we’re getting this match inside of the steel structure tonight.
Greyson: These two have had several run ins over the past couple weeks involving the cage, so it only makes sense for them to settle this OLD Blacklist versus NEW Blacklist war inside of this solid steel monstrosity.
Kellen collapses between the cage and the ropes, yet almost instantly begins working his way up to his feet. Montgomery then comes rushing in, leaps over the ropes and hits a big stinger splash on Jeffries’ back, driving Kellen’s face into the mesh wall yet again. Jeffries bounces off and falls back through the ropes to the canvas.
With a little dribble of blood seeping from a crack in his forehead, Kellen struggles to his feet and is now kicked to the gut and pulled into position for the piledriver. Lukas ehaves Jeffries into the air on the cusp of spiking his opponent on top of his skull. The piledriver is about to connect only to have Montgomery’s focus shift from the destruction of one of his adversary to the interference of another.
Spencer is about half way into the cage with a chain in his hand before Montgomery cuts him off. Lukas rushes across the ring and grabs the other end of the chain, pulling on it and dragging Klein not only into the ring but into a clothesline right across the carotid artery.
Greyson: Spencer trying his best to interfere but Montgomery cutting him off.
Sparkles: I think the attack before this match had the total opposite effect on Montgomery as he had intended. He’s more fired up than ever.
Aiken, Mika and Rachel have collected themselves at ringside and are now approaching the cage, surrounding it to be more accurate. Another chain, the one leading Rachel around by her collar is now attached to the mesh wall, making sure Frost can go no further than ringside.
All the while Kellen and Spencer continue to suffer inside of the steel cage, Montgomery exacting such retribution on the duo that not only threatens his livelihood but his legacy as well. Lukas pulls Spencer into position for the piledriver, looking to deliver it right on top of the chain that Klein brought into play. His focus suddenly changes on the fly, shifting from Lukas’ attempt at the piledriver, to Kellen’s attempt at the running boot. Montgomery ducks the shot then turns to face Jeffries’ back, setting up for the Quieter. He is just about to rush forward and deliver the roaring elbow to the back of Kellen’s head only to find his waist caught in the clutches of Klein.
Lukas spins around and begins to deliver clubbing blows over Klein’s back, attempting to detach Spencer’s arms from Montgomery’s waist. That’s when Kellen picks up the chain that Lukas dropped, rushes into the ropes in front of his opponent, bounces off and drills Montgomery across the forehead with his chain wrapped knuckles.
Greyson: Lukas could only last so long against these combined forces of the New Blacklist and the New Eden.
Sparkles: Poor Lukas, pretty sure this is his THIRD cage match in like two months.
Greyson: It’s starting to take it’s toll on his body.
That toll manifests itself in the form of blood, which is flowing from Montgomery’s scalp. The ORIGINAL Blacklist member rolls over to his side and tries to get up only to have Kellen step over his head, reach down and grab Lukas around the waist. Jeffries then heaves Lukas into the air, holding him upside down while Spencer leaps into the air, catching Montgomery by the shins. A spike piledriver is delivered by both Kellen and Klein, driving Lukas’ head forcefully into the canvas.
Greyson: Oh God, oh no, these two, these two may have just KILLED Montgomery in that cage.
Sparkles: That’s if Lukas is lucky.
Montgomery is left flopping like a fish on the canvas as Jeffries tries to reel Lukas in and feast on victory. Jeffries falls into the cover while Spencer shouts at the referee to make the count, demanding the ref deliver said count with gusto this time. Referee Fitzpatrick falls to the ring and hits it to a chorus of boos that only get louder and louder with each count.
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To the delight of the fans Montgomery gets his shoulder up and out from under Kellen. A trembling Jeffries gets to his feet, swiping the back of his hand across his brow and staring at the blood smeared over his knuckles. Kellen smiles and then turns those knuckles upon Montgomery’s brow. Punch after punch after punch nails Lukas’ face while Klein assumes the role of cheerleader, applauding each blow that successfully connects.
That’s when Spencer steps in, becoming more a participant than a spectator. He picks up the steel chain that has played such a large role in the war between Montgomery and Jeffries, handing the weapon over to Kellen, who eagerly wraps it around his opponent’s neck. Much like the chain that acts as a leash holding Rachel to the cage, the chain in Kellen’s hands is employed to collar Montgomery and pull him around like a dog.
Lukas is forced to his feet and the chain is yanked with enough tug to send Montgomery cascading into the cage wall. Lukas’ face bounces off of the mesh but he’s not allowed to go down, instead he’s spun around and the chain is yanked by Kellen with enough force to send Montgomery plowing along head first into the OPPOSITE mesh wall.
Montgomery ricochets from the steel with blood now dribbling down across his chest and coursing down his stomach. He then turns, finds himself caught by Kellen and hit with a powerful scoop slam across the canvas.
A laughing Klein has taken a seat on the top of the nearest turnbuckle., watching with glee as Kellen forces Montgomery to his feet by use of the chain wrapped around Lukas’ throat. The chain pulls Montgomery right into Kellen’s arm where he is caught, heaved into the air and driven into the canvas via the uranage slam.
Sparkles: Can someone throw in the white towel for Montgomery? I have a Kleenex, will that suffice?
Greyson: Not when it’s smeared with your boogers, Sparkles.
Lukas tries to get up, scalp bloodied and all, but gets dragged forward into a bionic elbow across the top of his head. Kellen’s blow connects directly with the gash in Lukas’ forehead, knocking him down to the canvas where he will be subjected to not only further pain, but greater humiliation.
Klein: Out of the way Kellen.
A chuckling Jeffries steps aside and clears the flight path for Klein, who soars off the top rope and eventually drives his elbow right down into Lukas’ chest.
Greyson; This is BEYOND unfair. We’re supposed to be seeing Montgomery versus Jeffries one on one, not in a handicap match.
Sparkles: But we don’t get nearly enough handicap matches around here.
Greyson: Handicap matches are the only thing the Sinistry knows how to book. But in this case I think the referee’s hands are just tied. There are no rules in a Steel Cage Match, meaning there’s nothing Fitzpatrick can do about outside interference.
Spencer not only drops the elbow but now compels Montgomery along to his knees, shouting into Lukas’ ear all the while.
Klein: I asked for loyalty Lukas, that’s all I ever wanted from you. But now, I think I’ll settle for blood.
Kellen steps to the opposite side of Montgomery and both he and Klein force Lukas to his side before charging him towards the cage wall. They BOTH throw Montgomery over the ropes and face first into the chain link fencing.
He’s been spiked on his head, thrown into cage walls, and has suffered some exsanguination, but Montgomery will not stay down. He’s already rising back to his feet and his head is already falling into the clutches of his adversaries. Klein and Kellen begin to charge Lukas into the opposite cage wall at this point, on the brink of throwing his skull directly into chain links once more. But Lukas has other plans, he suddenly tucks his head and slips it right out of the grips of his opponents. Kellen spins around in a hurry before walking right along into the Quiter.
Greyson: ROARING ELBOW CONNECTS!
Jeffries’ already bloodied scalp is blasted forcefully by the elbow of his opposition, toppling him to the canvas. A stunned and flabbergasted Spencer comes charging in, trying to interfere only to be met with a boot square to the ribs. Lukas then heaves him up into the air and dumps him square on top of his cranium via the cradle piledriver.
Sparkles: What is Montgomery, a fucking movie monster?
Greyson: Montgomery with so much emotion, so much intensity, so much….
Sparkles: Hair product…
Greyson: Yeah, that’s not where I was headed with that statement.
Sparkles: Damn.
Montgomery takes such delight in driving Spencer’s cranium right into the canvas. At last Lukas has got some retribution against his former advisor, the one who turned on him, the one who shackled him to a turnbuckle and had him tazed mercilessly. Lukas looks to avenge that assault by now escaping the cage, crawling over his elbows and knees towards the door that separates him from both freedom and from victory. The crowd watches with baited breaths as Montgomery crawls towards the door and prepares to pick up perhaps his biggest win to date. He is about half way out of the steel abomination that he’s been subjected to far too often over the past couple months….but now he’s subjected to something far more damaging. He looks up from the blood that has puddled beneath his face and into the black, soulless gaze at Mika Kozlov.
Kozlov stands on the steel steps, stooped with hands on her knees and her smiling face mere inches from Montgomery’s bleeding skull.
Mika: Hi Lukie!
Montgomery’s whole demeanor transforms when seeing the dark gleam in Mika’s orbital sockets.
Montgomery: What the hell have they done to you?
Mika: They helped me Lukie…they helped me. Maybe they can help you too.
Montgomery is so mesmerized by Kozlov’s darkened orbs that he doesn’t even realize what’s happening behind his back. Amazingly Kellen has managed to crawl across the ring and now has hold of the gasoline can that Harrison brought to the ring before all the madness ensued.
Lukas is shaking his blood smeared face before turning his back on Kozlov in much the way she’s figuratively turned her back on him. However, Montgomery’s turn results in far greater harm. He spins around right into the gas can smashing him directly in the face. Kellen swings the steel and it collides directly with Lukas’ forehead, rendering him unconscious.
Greyson: Gas can off the skull.
Sparkles: And it looks like that’s not all Kellen has planned for the gas can.
The fluid inside of the can begins to empty, begins to empty all over Lukas’ body. Montgomery is literally drenched in gas and now Spencer is stumbling in and supplying Jeffries with a lighter.
Sparkles: Did anyone bring smores? We’re about to get a Montgomery bonfire.
Greyson: This is repulsive, Sparkles, repulsive. How can you be enjoying this?
Sparkles: I enjoy anything bad that happens to the Blacklist, anything.
The flint on the lighter is struck, a flame produced as Kellen holds it over the gasoline saturated body of Montgomery. The flame is reflected in the eyes of both the NEW Blacklist members, who so eagerly await the purging of Lukas and the purging of all their hatred. Suddenly Lukas shoots one of his feet into the air though, kicking the lighter right out of Kellen’s hands. Jeffries turns to go after the lighter and Spencer is distracted as wel. He then turns back towards Montgomery just as Lukas wedges his feet to Spencer’s chest and kicks off. Klein goes spiraling backwards and Lukas rolls over in reverse, ending up slipping through the ropes, through the open cage door and right down to the mats.
Sparkles: DAMMIT!
Greyson: Montgomery just escaped the cage!
Sparkles: Let me reiterate…DAMMIT!
Greyson: Kellen so focused on that lighter and burning Montgomery alive that it just cost him the match.
Lukas drops to the mats outside of the ring across his knees and a smile flashes across his face. Somehow Montgomery managed to do it, he managed to escape the cage and win this match. Neither Klein nor Jeffries care about the outcome of the contest, they just want to see Lukas burn, and in spite of the chiming bell, both men are still after their target.
The pair only gets so far before looking to the outside of the cage at Mika, who stands a few inches away from the kneeling Lukas and extends her arms out to her sides. A smiling and giggling Mika is actually trying to entice Lukas into a hug.
Greyson: Are you serious? Mika is actually demanding a hug from Lukas?
Sparkles: Jump into those arms Lukas, jump into them now. You’ll never be this close to a woman like Mika again.
Greyson: This is just so friggin ridiculous.
Mika continues to courage Lukas to come towards him. He does stand up, but he doesn’t get any closer to Mika, he just stares at her for awkwardly before being caught from behind by Aiken. Instead Lukas is pulled AWAY from Mika and into the Desecration across Frost’s knee.
Sparkles: AIKEN FROST fucking up Lukie with that knee to the back of his neck!
Greyson: Maybe he should have hugged Mika after-all.
Sparkles: You never turn down an opportunity to hug Mika, never. I’d hug her, and she tried to kill me once.
Greyson: Why do you forgive her and not the other members of the Blacklist for assaulting us?
Sparkles: Boobs Lovejoy, boobs.
Greyson: Good point.
Lukas has only just bounced off of Aiken’s knee before he’s pulled to his feet and thrown into the cage by Frost.
Once Montgomery ends up back inside of the steel structure, his body begins to be devastated with stomps and punches.
Lukas is in perpetual pain and Aiken is about to be the harbinger of his sorrow. Although Kellen and Klein want to continue decimating Lukas they stop when they spot Aiken and Mika entering the cage together. Aiken snaps his fingers and gestures for Lukas to be stood. Although Klein and Kellen don’t take orders very well, both men still stoop, grab hold of Montgomery’s arms and force him up to his feet.
Rachel, who remains chained to the cage wall, stands at ringside and stares through the mesh at the plight about to befall Montgomery.
Aiken: It is time my Mikala, for you to severe the ties that inhibit your progression.
Frost gestures to Lukas, as if he’s offering her to Mika on a silver platter. Giggles emanate from Kozlov as she prepares to injure her former friend and Blacklist teammate. Spencer and Jeffries hold Lukas in position for his pending destruction at Mika’s hands.
Greyson: Is Mika actually gonna do it?
Sparkles: She’s about to hurt a man who was like family to her.
Greyson: I think she’ll do far worse than hurt him, Sparkles.
Once Kozlov gets worked up, there’s going to be nothing that stops her from inflicting such devastation on her target, even if said target was one of her closest friends.
Klein: Come on Mika…do it…hahahaha…show the world that you’ve at last arrived.
Even though blood seeps down into his mouth and stains his teeth red, Klein still manages to chuckle and to inspire Mika’s wrath. At the behest of her precious Lucien, and her former advisor, Klein, Mika steps towards Lukas with the intent of ravaging his face.
The atmosphere in the building suddenly changes when the chain that binds Frost’s throat to the cage finds itself attached to something else now. Rachel’s expression changes when the chain is pulled away from the cage and into Ethan Von Aaron’s hands.
Sparkles: Von Aaron!?!
Greyson: He’s-he’s-he’s taking Rachel Frost.
Sparkles: He’s taking Aiken’s wife.
Frost spins away from Montgomery to someone else who poses a very inviting target. Von Aaron grabs the collar around Rachel’s neck, snaps it and throws it down to the mats. He now wraps an arm around the NHB Champion’s head and pulls the side of her face into a kiss on the cheek. Aiken’s eyes narrow onto Ethan’s carotid artery and Aiken’s ears listen to Ethan’s poignant statement.
Ethan: TO HELL WITH THE EVOLUTION TITLE! I’ve got MY prize.
Rachel’s whole face lightens and her grin widens as she finds her wrist being raised into the air by Von Aaron.
Aiken: You have made a very poor choice my boy.
Aiken exits the cage and goes straight after Von Aaron, marching down the steps with Mika following behind. All the while Klein and Kellen are continuing to work over Lukas with stomps and punches.
Greyson: Aiken going to reclaim his wife.
Von Aaron and Rachel have vanished into the backstage area with Aiken and Mika hot on their heels. Aiken only makes it about half way through the curtains before a fist lands right across his chin. The building rumbles with delight at the sight of Aaron Harrison, who re-emerges from the very backstage area he was forced into by New Eden, to deliver a devastating right hand across Frost’s chin.
Greyson: HARRISON!
Sparkles: Jesus Christ, have you no volume control?
Greyson: Aaron Harrison all over Aiken Frost.
Sparkles: I guess he got away from New Eden.
Mika steps back laughing at the top of her lungs as she now watches Harrison deliver rapid fire punches across Aiken’s forehead, battling him towards the ring. Frost is kept from saving his wife and Aaron is now subjecting him to blows right in front of Harrison’s stolen fiancée, Mika. This twisted and tangled tale continues to play out as Aaron twists Aiken’s face by tangling it around the Blacklist member’s knuckles.
Aiken is lifted onto Aaron’s shoulder and then charged across the ringside mats directly into the cage wall. He bounces off the steel and collapses at the feet of Harrison, who is about to inflict further punishment on Aiken before he spots Kellen and Klein working over Montgomery inside of the cage. Aaron overcomes his feelings of wrath and is now inspired to rush into the ring, sliding into the cage through the open doorway and coming to the rescue of his Blacklist stable-mate.
Kellen and Klein spot Harrison coming, motivating the pair to make such a great escape that Steve McQueen would even be envious of. They scale the cage walls as quickly as their addled bodies will allow, avoiding Harrison’s wrath.
Greyson: Jeffries and Spencer getting the hell out of that cage in a hurry.
Sparkles: Harrison coming after them like friggin Freddy Krueger, he’s the worse nightmare of his former advisor and the man who spat a fireball in his face at Reawakening Day.
Klein and Kellen climb over the cage wall and drop to the outside mats, glaring through the mesh at Harrison, who has stooped to check on Montgomery’s condition. At the same time Aiken is being looked over by the party who comes rushing down the ramp. Rayne, Silk and Mogui crowd around Aiken, checking him over as he grips the back of his neck. Mika stands back, laughing and wiping away the black fluid that streams down her cheeks.
Harrison: AIKEN!
Frost stands up at ringside with the support of Silk and Rayne, his dark eyes honing in upon Harrison screaming at him from within the cage.
Harrison: You want to play games with the cage?
Aiken sneers.
Harrison: Fine…get your ass in here and let’s have some fun.
The microphone is thrown aside and Aaron gestures repeatedly for Aiken to get inside the steel structure. Aiken’s sneer is replaced by a frown when Montgomery comes rushing around the cage with a steel chair now in his hand. He swings it wildly, hitting anything in his path. Aiken gets out of the way as Montgomery parts the sea, Rayne, Silk, Mogui and Mika clearly out of Lukas’ way. Montgomery no sooner sends the Sinistry hordes back peddling before he’s swarmed from behind by Jeffries and Klein. Lukas turns the chair upon them at this point, hitting both men in the ribs with the steel. Eventually Silk Rayne and Mogui dive on Montgomery once again, everyone fighting up the ramp into the backstage area. This leaves Aiken and Harrison alone to settle their issues inside of the steel cage and Harrison is making sure Frost is going to get what he has coming to him.
Aiken was so preoccupied watching his forces and the NEW Blacklist fighting Montgomery up the ramp that he doesn’t see the person standing behind him on that very ramp. Harrison spins Aiken around, takes him by the back of the head, charges him down the ramp and throws his face right into the chain link fencing.
AIKEN FROST VS. AARON HARRISON:
STEEL CAGE
Aiken’s face is dragged across the cage wall, flesh grating from the skull. They make their way around the source of Frost’s misfortunes towards the announce table. Although Aiken is suffering a serious beating, he’s actually producing laughter. Yes, Aiken is chuckling at the top of his lungs as he’s pulled towards the announce table where his head is swung into the surface of the structure.
Sparkles: Hasn’t our announce table suffered enough abuse already?
Greyson: Apparently not, Aiken’s head crushed right in front of us. This is….this is just insanity.
If swinging his head into the table wasn’t bad enough now Aiken is being splayed across it. He turns, still smiling even as Harrison punches him across the brow. The shot knocks Frost onto the table, strewn across it just long enough for Aaron to leap onto the barricade, step across it and then dive right over top of a stunned Greyson and Sparkles before ultimately nailing an elbow drop straight into Aiken’s chest.
Greyson: OH GOD!
Sparkles: Harrison’s shoe just messed up my fro!
Greyson: Harrison lunging right over us into that elbow drop on Aiken…and are table didn’t even budge.
Sparkles: Good, because I have my collection of dirty magazines under it.
The table barely budges even as Harrison soars into it and drives his elbow across Aiken’s black heart. Although Aiken is in such tremendous pain he produces a diabolical laugh from his possibly bleeding lungs. The frustrated Harrison pulls Aiken off the table, drags him across the mats and throws him at the mesh wall of the cage, but instead of slamming against it Frost catches the steel. He now begins to climb it towards the top, urgently trying to get INSIDE of the cage.
Greyson: What an inauspicious start to Aiken’s IWC career. Here in his debut IWC match, he is getting thoroughly manhandled by Harrison.
Sparkles: And he’s actually fighting to get INSIDE of the cage, rather than climb out of it. This is so ass backwards.
The MGM Grand is filled with the piercing screams of the crowd as the masses watch Aiken climbing the cage with Harrison climbing up after him. Both men are nearly at the top with Aiken throwing his arm over the side. He is about to start climbing inside before Harrison grabs him by the waist band and tries to drag Frost back down. Aaron delivers clubbing blows across Aiken’s spine, trying his best to hurt everything and anything that he can get his hands on. Aiken, thinking quickly, turns and drives his knee into the side of Harrison’s head. He then delivers a swift kick right across Harrison’s temple that causes Aaron’s grip on the cage wall to be broken. As a result Aaron goes tumbling off the cage and crashing down and through the announce table so far below.
Sparkles: OUR TABLE!!
Greyson: Harrison right through our table!
Sparkles: This is madness! MADNESS!
The announce table explodes beneath Harrison’s body, which now lies stretched across the concrete. Aiken looks down at Aaron from his heightened vantage point, hanging off the cage wall and laughing loud enough for the whole world to hear.
Sparkles: Devastating…just devastating, all of my magazines were just destroyed.
Greyson: As was Harrison’s body.
Aaron is not cognizant of the pain coursing through his body or the laughter emanating from Aiken, who now sits on top of the cage wall, staring down at his broken opponent. The chorus of boos he hears inspires Aiken to lift his fingers into the air, swinging them around like he’s a maestro directing a symphony. Although they’ve suffered their own slew of injuries throughout the night, the two security guards who were beaten down by Amanda Blayze and splashed by Cassidy Cage, stumble down the ramp, coming to Aaron’s aid. The boos only grow louder as the two guards stoop and take Aaron’s arms, draping them over their broad shoulders. Referee Fitzpatrick, who was on hand to officiate this match is now standing a few inches away from Harrison, insisting that he allow security to help him to the back where he can receive medical treatment.
Sparkles: Well it seems to me that this match is over.
Greyson: Harrison unable to compete after that plunge from the cage through our announce table.
Sparkles: Too bad, he really wanted to get his hands on Aiken, and he had the perfect opportunity to do it inside of the cage.
Aiken continues to sit on the top of the cage but has stopped directing the chorus and started waving bye-bye to Harrison. The Blacklist member is leaning on the shoulders of the two guards, who assist him around the cage and towards the ramp.
Greyson: Aaron wisely accepting medical he….
Sparkles: To hell with that.
Suddenly Harrison detaches from security, pushing both men aside and trying to get back to the cage.
Greyson: Are you serious? Aaron’s coming back to the cage?
Sparkles: He’s determined to get his hands on Aiken.
First Aaron has to get his hands on security. He turns and lays one of them out with a punch across the face, then hits the other guard with a back elbow that almost shatters his teeth. Both men are knocked to the ramp after unsuccessfully trying to HELP Harrison, how dare they.
Aaron spins back towards the cage and almost falls over just by turning his body. He gets his balance and looks up towards Aiken, who has dropped into the cage and is now smiling broader than ever.
Aiken: Yes, yes, that’s a boy! Come now…come to Aiken.
Frost encourages Harrison to enter the cage, which is precisely what he’s doing. The battered torso won’t limit Aaron from crawling up the steps and sliding through the ropes into the cage. He grabs the door and swings it shut behind him before staggering right into Aiken and trying to throw a punch. Aiken easily side steps it and causes Aaron to fall flat on his face.
Greyson: Look at this, Aaron is in no shape whatsoever to be wrestling this match. He can’t-he can’t-he can’t even stand after that plunge through the table.
Aiken shouts at the kneeling and frustrated Harrison.
Aiken: You can do better than that Herr Harrison. Remember all that I have taken from you. I stole your very manhood. Now rise and fight me, fight for Mika, fight for yourself.
Harrison doesn’t have to be told twice, he stands up and swings around into a punch that Aiken again avoids with the utmost ease. He steps out of the way and Harrison goes staggering into the corner, falling against it for support.
Aiken: Is this the best you have to offer me? This is my debut, dear boy. And this…this is your greatest opportunity at vengeance. Do you not crave retribution? Do you not want Mika back? Is she not worth fighting for?
The mention of Mika’s name is all the inspiration Harrison needs to come swinging out of the corner. He rushes out of the turnbuckle and throws a forearm right across Aiken’s chin.
Aiken: Better.
Harrison grabs the back of Aiken’s head and begins to deliver forearm after forearm after forearm after forearm after forearm across his rival’s lips. He finally stops and watches as Aiken staggers back, blood dripping from his fat lip.
Aiken: Excellent my boy…splendid!
Harrison finally rushes in for another running forearm only to have Aiken side step him, catch the back of his head and employ Aaron’s own momentum against him. He rushes Harrison towards the cage, throws him over the top rope and sends Aron’s face flying into the chain links. Aaron bounces off and flies back to the canvas. He rolls to his stomach where blood begins to pool beneath his face. It oozes both from a gash in his forehead and from between his teeth. Obviously Aaron is suffering some internal injuries resulting from that crash through the announce table.
Aiken: Stand Harrison, stand and fight for what you believe to be right. Show me your valor. Show me your heart. Show me….SOMETHING.
Harrison gets to his feet and attempts another punch only to have Aiken side step it, grab Aaron’s head and throw him yet again into the cage. Harrison bounces off, stumbles back and then finds his body heaved into the Shadowfall. Aiken spins Harrison around and drives him from the back drop suplex position into the sit-out powerbomb. Instead of going for the pinfall, Aiken rolls backwards onto his knees then crawls towards his victim. He ends up lying down right beside Harrison while playfully slapping him on the top of the skull.
Aiken: Seems Mika does not matter to you after-all, does she? Otherwise you would not be so easily…broken.
Aaron intentionally rolls away from Aiken even if Harrison is largely absent of thought.
Aiken: That’s it…rise…RISE!
It takes all of Harrison’s will power to do it, but he stands up and twists towards Aiken with another jab that is countered into the double arm DDT. Aiken snaps back and drives Aaron’s skull straight into the canvas. Harrison twists to his spine, grabbing at his skull and fighting the urge to resist feinting.
Aiken rolls over and sits Indian style beside Harrison, leaning his cheek apathetically into his fist, while his elbow is pressed to his knee.
Aiken: That’s it? That’s all Mika means to you? How….disappointing.
Aaron sluggishly starts to stand up with blood coursing out of his skull and out of his lungs. He is forcing himself to his knees while Aiken stands beside him, delivering some comforting pats across his back.
Aiken: I expected much more from you…
Harrison gives Aiken exactly what he wanted and then some. Aaron delivers a punch straight across Aiken’s chin, finally shutting his mouth. Frost turns away from his opponent and then grins as Harrison fights through his injuries and throws another fist right at Aiken’s face. Frost side steps it though, sending Aaron charging into the cage, but this time Aaron reverses it, taking Aiken by the wrist, twisting towards his opponent then dragging his rival into a short arm clothesline. Aiken collapses to his back, rolls to his side and tries to stand up before being caught with a knife edge chop across the chest. Aiken staggers before receiving a SECOND knife edge chop, this one even more devastating than the one that preceded it. A third knife edge chop reddens Aiken’s sternum as he falls into the ropes, employing them to remain on his feet.
Aiken ricochets off the cables and comes back into Harrison’s waiting shoulders, the Blacklist member heaving him up into a fireman’s carry. Harrison seems to be on the cusp of delivering the Death Valley Driver only to have Aiken slide off of his opponent’s arms, land behind Aaron, wedge hands to his spine and shove him off towards the cage wall. Harrison reaches out and catches the steel before his face could slam against it. He then turns around just in time to catch the inbound Aiken, bending down and catching Frost under the thighs then throwing him over Harrison’s head. Aiken flies over Aaron, flies over the top rope, and eventually slams into the cage wall…no…he catches it instead.
With the grace and agility of Spider-Man Aiken scales the mesh and throws an arm over the top.
Greyson: Aiken about to escape!
Sparkles: I don’t blame him, I think he just made Harrison madder and STRONGER than ever.
Yep, Aaron is imbued with such strength, fed by the emotions he normally keeps deeply repressed. He climbs up the ropes up the cage and after Aiken, latching onto his ankle. Frost is pulled back, but won’t be pulled down. He keeps hold of the cage wall and swings his knee at Aaron’s temple. But Harrison avoids the strike this time and then grabs Aiken’s inbound leg, tugging down on it. Aiken’s grip on the cage is broken, causing him to fall…fall right down into Harrison’s shoulders.
Greyson: Ooooooh good googly eyes.
Sparkles; This is gonna be bad.
Harrison balances himself on the top rope, adjusts a squirming Aiken then drags him down straight into a super death valley driver. The back of Aiken’s head SLAMS into the canvas with such VICIOUS force, all but crippling him and at long last silencing Frost.
Greyson: DVD! DVD!
Sparkles: From the mother lubbin’ top rope!
Both men lay on the canvas listening to the standing ovation they receive from an absolutely crazed crowd.
Fans: That was awesome! That was awesome! That was awesome!
It seems Harrison and Aiken are both suffering equally from that top rope DVD yet Harrison at last displays some mobility. He turns over to his elbows and knees, staring at the cage door and crawling towards it. All of his energy is employed to pull himself hand over hand, elbow over elbow, knee over knee towards the door. With blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and from his scalp. Harrison inches towards absolution, towards vengeance.
Greyson: Aaron mere seconds from escaping the cag…what is she doing out here again?
Mika Kozlov steps down the ramp and towards the cage which Harrison is mere seconds from pulling himself out of.
Sparkles: It looks like she’s doing what she does best…causing trouble for her former Blacklist colleagues.
Aaron looks up from the blood that has pooled under his face to the black orbs staring directly at him. He glares right back into Mika’s face, who is stooped before her former lover, smiling oh so wide, tucking her hair behind her ears and giggling.
Mika: Do you want to propose to me again?
Mika extends her ring finger.
Mika: Put a ring on me? Keep me captive? USE me…
Harrison: I-I-never used you.
Mika: Hehehehe, your delusional…DELUSIONAL…hehehehe. You only ever wanted to use my family to advance your own agenda…hehehehehe…if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t even have a place in this industry…hehehehehe…it was MY daddy who gave you an opportunity. ..hehehehe…without me, you would be NOTHING.
Harrison: That’s a lie….I love you Mi…
Suddenly Harrison is caught from behind, Aiken ensnaring Aaron’s neck and heaving him up into a cobra clutch. Aaron finds the back of his skull about to be crushed by the Desecration only to have Aaron suddenly slip free at the last second. He twists in mid-air, swings around Aiken’s shoulder and lands behind his back. Plans do not go as Aiken had anticipated, now finding himself being spun around with a thrust kick aimed at his face. Aiken grabs that foot though and shoves it away, sending Harrison spinning in a full circle until his back is aimed in Frost’s direction. Aiken grabs Harrison by the neck and goes for the Desecration once again. But Harrison drops to his knees and flips Aiken over his back. Frost tried to hold onto the cobra clutch, causing him to be sent rolling forward across the canvas right onto his feet. He then comes rushing back at Harrison, who suddenly drops back, puts his feet to Aiken’s stomach and monkey flips him through the air.
Aiken flips upside and crashes spine first into the cage wall.
Sparkles: AAAAAH!
Greyson: I did not just see that.
Aiken’s upside down body bounces off the cage and he goes twisting to the mats between the ropes and the cage wall. The back of Aiken’s head crashes into the canvas and now Harrison crawls past him towards the ropes and the cage door, sliding through both of them.
Greyson: Harrison escaping the cage! He escaped the cage! He escaped Aiken! He escaped the Sinistry’s plans!
Aaron drops to the mats amidst a joyful wave of elation from the fans. All those in the MGM Grand stand and give Harrison the ovation he deserves for surviving what was a grueling encounter. Harrison, through his groggy eyes, stares up into the cage where Mika is crawling to Aiken’s side. She helps him sit up and once Aiken is on his rear-end, he and Kozlov share quite the chuckle.
Though Aaron is barely cognizant he can still remember, remember how it felt to hold Mika like Aiken is holding her. How it felt to feel…to feel…love. Now Aaron watches as that love is employed by Aiken to torment and torture Harrison’s mind.
BACKSTAGE
Although the Sinistry haven’t caught up with Rachel Frost and Ethan Von Aaron, cameras have. The two stand in front of a set of double doors that provide the exit from the MGM Grand. Ethan is desperately trying to get Rachel to step through those doors, but she seems resistant to his requests.
Ethan: Rachel PLEASE!
Rachel: I’m not going to leave you, Ethan. Come with me. We can escape together.
Ethan: I still have the tag match, Rachel. I can’t…I can’t leave.
Rachel: Then I’m not leaving either.
Ethan: This is your chance. You’ve been looking for an opportunity to escape Aiken, this is IT. This is your one crack at freedom, take it.
Rachel: And what do you think is going to happen to you, Ethan? How do you think the SInistry is going to respond knowing that you helped me escape? Huh?
Frost takes Ethan around the back of the head, pulling his forehead into her own, the two leaning against each other lovingly.
Rachel: I’m not going to do that to you. I’m not going to watch you be destroyed because of me. I-I….care about you too much to let you sacrifice yourself for my freedom.
Ethan: Fine….I guess Sophie will just have to get her brother to replace me in the tag match…
Rachel: What-what are you saying?
Ethan: I’m saying…..
Now Von Aaron’s hand cradles the back of Frost’s head.
Ethan:…let’s run away TOGETHER.
Rachel: God, Ethan…
Ethan: Yeah?
Rachel:…you’re so corny.
BACKSTAGE
We’re back at the Trainer’s Office, but this time no one is being jumped or threatened or drug tested inside of it. Instead this setting is a bit more peaceful, for the time being at least. The door opens and Katelyn Buehler steps out, looking understandably distressed.
Kloe: How is she?
It takes some doing but Katelyn snaps out of her daze, raising her sunken and puffy eyes to the approaching Kloe Masters, flanked by Nate Barrow and Alex Clayton. The Majority Owner stops in front of the distraught Buehler while trying to look over her shoulder and peer into the Trainer’s Office.
Katelyn: I’m-I’m not going to lie, Abi didn’t look too good. I could barely get a word out of her.
Kloe: I’ve called the hospital, they’re sending an ambulance.
Katelyn: Thank you, Kloe.
Kloe: Don’t mention it. She obviously needs PROFESSIONAL medical help. I’m not about to trust her to be treated by Sam.
Katelyn: I don’t blame you, the guy seems a little crooked.
Kloe: I’ll take care of everything, and in regards to your tag match tonight, I’ll find you a replacement partner for Abigail.
Katelyn: Yeah, to be honest, I wasn’t even thinking about that tag match right now.
Kloe: Understandable. I’m going to peek in on her.
Kloe and the two members of the Cartel approach the Trainer’s Office.
Katelyn: Okay. Maxine is in with her right now, try to convince Abi to get some rest.
Kloe: I’ll do my best.
Kloe and the Cartel enter the room and Buehler steps away from it, head shaking in distress. Obviously the injuries inflicted on her fiancée has left Buehler equal parts angry and equal parts vengeful.
Wilde: Tweet-tweet….Lil Bird….tweet-tweet.
A fitting outlet for all of Katelyn’s anger and rage steps forth, Jessica Wilde emerging from behind a stack of crates lined against the wall of the corridor.
Katelyn: You fucking cunt…
Wilde may not have had anything to do with Abi’s injuries, but she HAS been a sore spot for Katelyn for so long, hence why Buehler rushes at Jessica and drives her straight down to the floor with a spear. Buehler begins to throw punches at Jessica’s face as she tries to get her arms up to protect herself.
Katelyn: I’ll kill you for what you did…for what you did to Steven.
The eye gouging Wilde committed on Katelyn’s mentor, Hurse, gives Buehler all the motivation she needs to decimate Jessica.
Executioner: GRRRRR!
The masked seven foot Executioner storms out of an adjacent corridor, waiting in the wings just for this opportunity. He grabs Buehler around the throat, hoists her up and throws her back into the crate. Executioner has saved Wilde only by putting himself at risk. Buehler rushes shoulder first into Executioner’s ribs, powering the giant backwards into a barrel filled with boxes, taking them both over and down to the ground.
Decay: ENOUGH!
Decay emerges from..God only knows where, and grabs Buehler by the hair, forcing her up to her feet and into the air, holding her like a baby kitten in the mouth of a momma cat.
Decay: We have a message for you….a message from our Master.
Wilde: Indeed Lil Bird, you need to listen…listen to the Master.
Jessica sits up on the floor swiping her palm across her slacked jaw and hanging lower lip.
Buehler: I’m gonna kill each and every one of you.
Katelyn promises even though she’s still being suspended in the air by her hair with her legs kicking. The flailing doesn’t end even as Wilde approaches with an IPhone in hand. She sticks it out and puts it right in front of Buehler’s face, playing the recording. It takes several seconds of witnessing the footage on the phone to subdue Buehler. Her eyes narrow on the dimly lit images of a man shackled to a rack with a giant figure standing over him, sharpening a butcher knife.
Ba’al: Good evening Frau Buehler.
The camera turns from Hurse, the man on the slab, and Truett, the enormous torturer who has left numerous gashes in his victim’s body. Now Katelyn finds herself staring into the compassionless gaze of Ba’al, the SIN Champion, who stands in front of the torture rack and the man being tormented upon it.
Ba’al: I regret not being there so we could talk face to face, however, I am indisposed at the moment, no doubt preparing my body and soul for the Weapon’s Match against Shaun Cruze this evening. So please forgive my lack of physical presence. I have recorded this message, Frau Buehler, to make you an offer.
Katelyn squirms yet is still forced to listen to Ba’al and is unable to slide out of Decay’s massive palm.
Ba’al: Surely you are missing the presence of your mentor, Hurse, correct? I am in a position to remedy that situation. Though if you wish to see the safe and timely return of Herr Hurse, then you will do something for me in response.
Buehler is coerced into listening.
Ba’al: While I am in a position to return Hurse, YOU are in a position to help me resolve my problems with Taylor Chase. I will return Hurse to you, or what remains of him, if you agree to turn against Taylor this evening. Use your placement as Chase’s tag team partner this evening to DESTROY her. If you do not agree to these terms, well, I’m afraid the Hurse you know will never be the same again.
Static overtakes the screen, the footage recorded on the phone cutting out just in time to cut away from the grin forming on Ba’al’s face. Katelyn’s jaw is hanging open and her eyes are clouded with pure shock.
Wilde: Do make the right choice my doll.
Decay: Do as you are told.
Exectuoner: Grrr…
Executioner finally recovers and staggers in behind his compatriots just as Buehler is being lowered to her feet. She so badly wants to lash out and rip Wilde’s eyes from her sockets, then beat Jessica to death with her own tongue, but Katelyn realizes that would not be helping Hurse’s predicament.
Decay: You would not like what happens if you defy our Master.
Wilde: Perhaps you need to be reminded what happens to the disobedient, the rebellious. I believe Christopher Davids will make a fitting example. Come along gentlemen, let’s show Davids AND Buehler what happens to those who oppose the rule of the Sinistry.
Katelyn has to fight every impulse telling her to tear Wilde’s throat out. So Buehler just stands there and shivers, stooped with hands on knees and head lowered to the floor. She doesn’t watch the devout followers of the Sinistry walk away, Buehelr just glares at the floor and thinks….weighing the pros, but mostly the cons of shattering Taylor Chase’s trust for a second time.
CHRIS DAVIDS VS. JESSICA WILDE
Here he comes…Mr. Disobedience himself…..the rebellious upstart, Chris Davids. His music booms through the speakers and his physical presence creates quite the reaction from the fans. He comes tearing through the speakers and the most the fans get a glimpse of him they respond with fits of absolute hysterics. Why? Because Davids has a few added flourishes to his wrestling attire this evening. Not only is he wearing the very sweater he sported earlier with the words ‘MODEL EMPLOYEE’ written across the chest, but an even bigger ‘up yours’ is directed at the masses via the bright yellow doll themed mask clinging to his face. It may be the mask that Jessica Wilde ordered Davids to wear several times in the past, but the message that has been painted upon the front of it is NOT what Wilde wanted to see. “Fuck Sin, Fuck Sinistry.” Yep, that’s the message written in bright black ink upon the face of the mask, a message that intentionally parodies Wilde’s catchphrase and deliberately gives the middle finger to the entire Sinistry.
Greyson: That settles it, Chris Davids has an absolute death wish.
Sparkles: The hell is the guy thinking? Why would he go out of his way to intentionally piss on the SInistry’s head and tell them it’s raining?
Greyson: Chris making a big statement against the SInistry tonight, who have been trying to force their agenda upon him for months now. But if Davids loses this match, he’ll have that agenda forced on him for the rest of his career, because he agreed to wear that mask forever if he loses, but if he wins, he gets a shot at the NHB Championship.
Sparkles: I doubt that message will be on said mask if he’s forced to wear it for the longevity of his career?
Greyson: Definitely not.
Chris continues to show off the mask snuggly wrapped around his head the sweater that binds to his frame as he spins in circles across the ring. All of his grandstanding and flamboyance comes to an end when “My Demons” by Starset hits the PA system and Jessica Wilde almost rips the curtains off their hooks as she makes her way through the curtains. Decay and Executioner storm along behind her, all three individuals headed for Davids, who is warming up in the ring.
Greyson: Look at the expression on Wilde’s face…she is LIVID!
Sparkles: Well just think, think of all the time and energy that she’s invested in bringing Chris over to the Sinistry, only to have him behave like this tonight. It’s hysterical.
Greyson: Davids looks like he’s in for a world of pain with THREE very devout members of the Sinistry about to surround him in that ring….He’s really going to have to work for it if he wants to become number one contender to the NHB Championship here tonight.
Sparkles: Jesus’ doppleganger is gonna have to skate up an icy hill if she wants to defy the Sinistry.
Greyson: Sparkles.
Sparkles: Yes?
Greyson: Please work on your analogies.
Sparkles: Sorry, Jessica’s wearing spandex. Makes it hard to concentrate on little else.
Referee Ingelson calls for the bell the moment Wilde enters the ring and bolts right at Davids with homicidal intent. The very woman who ripped Hurse’s eye out on Riot looks to do the same to Chris here tonight…maybe even worse given the flagrant disrespect he has shown the Sinistry here tonight. She lunges at Davids’ masked face only to be caught around the shoulder and the thigh then heabed into the air and slammed into the canvas. The scoop slam connects and now Davids turns away from Wilde, dropping to a knee before flexing his biceps. The ‘manly’ mannerism ends when Wilde rises back to her feet then rushes in behind Chris and leaps into the air. Her leg drapes across the back of Chris’ head and drives his face down to the canvas. The leg bulldog plants Davids’ skull into the ring then sends him rolling across it into the turnbuckle.
A discombobulated Davids stands up in the corner with Wilde rushing in and ramming her knee against his ribs. She then delivers another knee to Davids’ ribs, followed by a third, a fourth and a fifth. She briefly steps back from Davids, puts a hand over her chest and raises her other open palm towards the heavens while lowering her head respectfully.
Wilde: HAIL SIN, HAIL SINISTRY!
Jessica then turns and delivers a step up knee strike to the inflammatory message written across the surface of Chris’ mask. Wilde then places him in a side headlock and charges out of the corner only to have Chris shove her off her attempt at the bulldog. Jessica charges into thee far ropes, rebounds from them and then comes back in a stooped over Davids. But Wilde stops just short of him, leaps into the air and goes for another famouser. She drapes her leg across the back of Chris’ head only to have him stand up and send her flipping over backwards. She lands on her feet then ducks an attempted lariat by her masked opponent. Jessica rushes into the ropes behind Davids, ricochets off then comes back in with a roaring double axehandle smash. Her forearms demolish Chris’ face, knocking him to the canvas and almost ripping the mask right off his shattered face.
Wilde: HAIL SIN, HAIL SINISTRY!
Davids rolls across the canvas and falls over the ropes, getting up to his knees when a big right hand nails him to the jaw. Decay delivers a powerful punch that further disorientates Davids, sending him twisting to his back. Although Ingelson was distracted by Wilde’s gestures, from the corner of his eye he spots Davids rolloing back to the center of the ring grabbing at his jaw and then the ref spots Decay lifting his fist into the air.
Greyson: Decay demolishing Davids’ face. This is where things hairy for Chris, he’s got no back up from Pain and Pleasure right now even though Jessica has plenty of aid from the Sinistry.
Sparkles: He’s like a flying Linda without a net.
Greyson: You mean Melinda right?
Sparkles: You do realize this is another Booker T-ism, right?
Greyson: Damn you! This didn’t stop being funny, Sparkles. Because it was never funny to begin with.
Ingelson keeps a closer eye on the action, given his suspicions of the Sinistry’s extra-curricular activities. The damage has already been done though, Davids is barely conscious as he tries to stand up only to have two boots crack him to the cheek. Jessica delivers the front dropkick and sends Chris rolling across the canvas, his masked face falling over the bottom rope, his chin resting against it.
Wilde: HAIL SIN, HAIL SINISTRY!
The battle-cry is again shouted by Wilde, who is attempted to lure Ingelson’s eyes to her. He looks in Jessica’s direction just in time to miss the big boot delivered by Executioner. The masked giant launches his boot from the ringside mats and right into Chris’ cheek as his head rests over the bottom rope. Davids rolls back into the ring clutching at his face while the official turns around and spots Executioner lowering his leg and Chris clasping at his face. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to put two and two together. The referee has seen enough, stepping to the ropes, pointing over them at Decay and Executioner then pointing to the back.
Ingelson: You and you, your outta here!
The crowd is going spastic at the sight of the scrawny, probably weights 80 pounds soaking wet, Ingelson bringing the hammer down on the two enormous, towering figures at ringside.
Greyson: Wow….Ingelson is..is throwing out Executioner and Decay!
Sparkles: He probably had enough outside interference after what went down earlier with Ethan Von Aaron interjecting himself in the X-Class and Evolution Title matches.
Greyson: Good luck trying to get the Sinistry to leave ringside, Ingelson.
Sparkles: Yeah you limey Brit, you’re kinda oversteppin’ your bounds here.
Ingelson continues to order the Sinistry about, but neither Decay nor Executioner respond to any orders made by those outside the sphere of the Sinistry influence. They bicker right back with the official, well more like threaten, with Decay doing all the talking and Executioner doing all the gesticulating, slamming his huge fist into his gloved palm.
As if that’s not enough of a warning to Ingelson, now Wilde is in his ear, shouting at him, insisting that he stop challenging the Sinistry’s authority. While this argument, or blackmailing, continues, the masked Davids rolls to the outside of the ring, dropping to the mats and getting some breathing room. Wait, that’s not what Chris is doing at all. He’s not taking a breath, he’s taking the tarp hanging from the apron and lifting it into the air, urging someone to come out from under the ring. That someone is…Chris Davids? Yep. Davids is crawling out from beneath the squared circle with a huge smile on his face and identical ring attire as the masked man.
Greyson: Uhhhhh, am I…..am I….high or something?
Sparkles: It’s all the Booker T-isms, they’ve rotted your brain.
Greyson: Are there, TWO Chris Davids’…?
Sparkles: What…the…hell? And hey, if there are TWO Chris’, I believe the proper pluralization would be Chris Davids-i.
Greyson: What’s going on here? How are there TWO Chris Davidsi?
Sparkles: I haven’t a clue, but if Time Cop has taught us anything, they had better not occupy the same space at the same time or else they risk transforming into Strawberry Jam.
Chris stands up at ringside and gestures for his masked collaborator to hide. Chris’ partner in crime leaps under the ring and now Davids slides under the bottom rope. He gets to his feet and gestures for the crowd to keep quiet, urging them NOT to alert Wilde, who is still preoccupied arguing with the referee, who himself is preoccupied arguing with Decay and Executioner. No one, save for the thousands in attendance, see Davids pulling the switch. Jessica doesn’t learn of this fact until she turns around and receives a rib shattering Break Thru.
Greyson: Spear! Spear! Spear!
Sparkles: Jesus nails Wilde! Waited, that sounds somewhat sacrilegious.
Greyson: Wilde fell for it…Davids has pulled the greatest smoke and mirrors trick of his career.
The crowd is leaping from its seats, screeching at the top of their lungs at the sight of Davids nailing the spear and following it with a hook of Wilde’s leg. He leans back first into Jessica’s chest and shouts at the official to turn around. Ingelson finally spins around and spots the cover, prompting him to fall to the canvas and quickly make the count to a louder and louder response.
1
2
Decay and Executioner are quick to react to the pin on Wilde, but not quick enough. Both men reach the apron before the official’s hand comes down for the three. All those in attendance are screaming so loud their ear drums are about to burst as Davids has just managed to perform the most important sleight of hand in his wrestling career.
Greyson: Davids…Davids…Davids…
Sparkles: Davidsi, Lovejoy, Davidsi.
Greyson: Chris set this up PERFECTLY! He has tricked the entire Sinistry and laid Wilde out with the Break Thru to become number one contender for the NHB Championship.
Sparkles: The guy really is Jesus…but he better get out of the ring before he ends up being crucified.
Indeed. Chris may not walk on water, but he has pulled off quite the miracle by beating Wilde tonight in spite of Decay and Executioner being at ringside. The two intense giants do not stay at ringside for long, hence why Davids makes a quick exit from stage right. He rolls under the ropes to the outside the moment the Sinistry step over the ropes to the inside.
Davids backs up the ramp wearing a huge grin on his face, one that broadens when he spots his assistant rolling out from under the ring still sporting the mask.
Greyson: Who the hell is in that mask then?
Sparkles: It better not be Keyser Soze.
The mask is grabbed by Davids and tore off the face of his associate, revealing the grin of Jacob Laymon.
Greyson: LAYMON!?!
Sparkles: The former Riot GM?
Greyson: The former Sinistry stalwart?
Sparkles: The….Jacob Laymon?
Greyson: Great follow up, Sparkles. Great follow up.
Laymon grabs Chris’ wrist and lifts his arm into the air, the mask hanging from Davids’ palm. Once he spots Jessica recovering in the ring, turning onto her side and gripping at her ribs and glaring at him, Davids uses the mask to wipe his taint. He then throws the mask back at the ring and continues to celebrate on his way to the back. All the while Laymon is pointing at Executioner and insisting the big man give him a call.
Jessica: No….no….NOOOOO!!!
Wilde screeches at the top of her lungs and grabs at her hair, seconds from tearing out huge clumps.
BACKSTAGE
A ‘STAR’ is the focal point of the camera…a star present upon a door marked ‘GOOD MOVEMENT.’ A set of fist moves towards the door mounted upon the side of Good Express, knocking at it. Vague voices are heard from within the bus, agitated voice.
Franz: Frrrrroderick…their interrupting the proccccccessss.
Froderick: Quit whining.
Alana: I’ll take care of this.
Mercedes: Are joo sure Princess?
Alana: Relax, I’ve got this taken care of.
The door opens with a Star Trek inspired ‘woosh’ sound and Alana Starr become visible on the opposite side, baseball bat in hand. She stands on the bottom step leading up into the interior of the bus, and the X-Class Champion stares with bewildered eyes at the bearded man standing in front of her.
Jed Wayne leers at Starr with his demented stare, making her all the more grateful that she opened the bus with the baseball bat that was stolen from TPKid in her clutches. Wisely Starr has the weapon in hand after what happened the last time someone came aknocking at her door.
Alana: Uhhh, can I help you?
Jed: Ethan.
Alana: Man of few words huh? GOOD, cause I don’t have time to listen anyways.
Jed: ETHAN.
Alana: Fine…fine…he’s NOT here at the moment.
Jed: ETHAN!
Alana: Are you fudging deaf? I told you Ethan isn’t here. Now get….get.
The baseball bat in hand is put to Jed’s chest and used to push him back away from the bus. In a split instant Jed makes Alana live to regret her use of the bat. He snatches it out of her hand and prepares to put it to his own uses. That’s before his back is demolished by a forearm delivered by those same two men who got involved in Starr’s X-Class Title bout earlier tonight. El Cuchillo, the man who’s flesh looks like dried beef jerkie, and Solomon, the one sporting a mouth muffle, pounce upon the unsuspecting Wayne. The moment Jed is hit with the blow, his skull flies forward and crashes into the side of the bus. He tumbles to the ground and drops the baseball bat, that is picked up by Solomon and put to proper use. He swings the weapon right down into Jed’s back, rendering him defenseless. A confused Alana watches this whole scene unfold with raised, and recently tweezed, brows.
Alana: What is going on here?
A vague answer is given to Alana’s questions by her father Mercedes, and that lady he was seen with earlier tonight, La Tigra.
Mercedes: I told joo, joo would be protected Princess.
La Tigra: Do not concern jooself with mis amigos…they live to keep joo safe, Starr Chylde.
Though Starr has a thousand follow up questions, they’ll be asked within the confines of the GOOD Express. The door shuts and Starr, her father and La Tigra vanish, leaving only Jed and the two men assaulting him visible. Wayne tries to get up employing the bus as a crutch before having his back hit with another forearm by Solomon. A machete is unsheathed from El Cuchillo’s belt and placed under Wayne’s throat.
El Cuchillo: Time to end this puta.
Red Rayne: Hola mis amigos.
Rayne does a very poor job of employing a Spanish accent as she approaches the dangerous duo of Mexican assassins.
El Cuchillo: What do joo want, Bright Eyes?
Rayne: Him.
Her finger gestures to the kneeling Wayne, who was just about to have his throat slashed.
Solomon: We’re not through with him yet.
Rayne: Please, hombres, he’s very-very important to me. If it is any consolation to you, I will make sure he is properly punished for threatening your Alana.
El Cuchillo: Fine, Bright Eyes, take him.
Solomon: Saves us the trouble of figuring what we’re going to do with the body.
Wayne is tossed to Rayne, the bearded brute landing at her feet. He no sooner hits the floor before Mogui and Silk are emerging from the dark, grabbing his arms, pinning them behind his back and wrapping his wrists in a zip tie.
Rayne: Gracias.
BACKSTAGE
Silas Mason has suffered physical abuse throughout the night, so he’s about to inflict some verbal abuse in retaliation. Taylor Chase just sits there alongside Kari….Kelcey, the two staring up from the comfy sofa into Mason’s snarled lips. He is highly agitated and highly animated, his words filling the confines of Silas World’s dressing room.
Silas: I’m about to reach my breaking point when it comes to you two.
The angrier he gets the bigger the smiles on Kelcey’s and Taylor’s faces become.
Silas: Isn’t it bad enough Baby Girl, that you constantly defy me, but now you’re trying to infect Baby Doll’s mind with this rebellious attitude too?
Kelcey: Believe it or not, Tay has a mind of her own, Silas.
Silas: Yeah, and that mind has done nothin’ but get ‘er into trouble over and over again.
Taylor: You think I’m just some kind of hired assassin, that I’ll just blindly attack whomever you order me to? That’s not how this relationship works.
Silas: Watch yerself girl, or I swear I’ll…
Taylor: What? You’ll what? Face it Silas….
Chase rises from the sofa and Kelcey is quick to follow.
Taylor:…you need me more than I’ve ever needed you. Without me, Silas World crumbles.
Silas goes silent, stifling his words behind clinched teeth.
Taylor: Was there something else, Silas? Because I kind of have a match to get ready for, one you, and the idiots in charge, FORCED me into.
Silas: Nah, I got nothin’ else to say to ya.
Taylor: I’m sorry, what’s that?
Tay puts a finger to her ear lobe and pushes it forward to hear Silas clearer.
Silas: Ya heard me Baby Doll.
Taylor: Yeah, I did. And I pray you HEARD me.
Silas: Loud and clear, Baby Doll, loud and clear. I’ll never ask you to take someone out again, don’t worry.
Taylor: Let’s go Kels.
Kelcey: Gladly.
All Wallace can do is shake her head at Silas as she and Taylor pass by their agent and make their way through the door. The moment the ladies exit, Silas approaches the sofa and takes a seat, crossing his arms and tapping his finger to his chin. It doesn’t take long for him to be pulled from his thoughts and into a defensive pose. The door to the room flies open and Katelyn Buehler now comes storming through it.
Katelyn: Silas, you son o f a bitch.
Mason lunges back with his hands defensively raised in the air as Katelyn’s elbow comes inching towards him. She doesn’t nail the KTFO, instead she grabs Silas’ jacket and forces him across the room.
Silas: Whoa! WHOA! Baby Brown, cool yer jets.
She pushes Silas’ back into the wall and now retracts her elbow about to put it right into Mason’s mouth.
Katelyn: What did you do to her?
Silas: Who?
Katelyn: What did you do to Abi you mother fucker!
Buehler punches the wall right beside Silas’ face
Silas: I didn’t do a damn thing to ‘er, now take yer fuckin hands off me right now.
Katelyn’s hand is shoved off of Silas’ jacket.
Katelyn: Abi is sitting in the trainer’s room right now with an injured neck, and they just announced she’s not going to be ready to compete in the six person tag. The only thing I could get out of her was the word ‘Silas.’ So tell me what you did to her and tell me right now.
Silas: Don’t ya listen? I said I didn’t do a thing to ‘er. I’m sick and tired of all ya crazy bitches puttin’ yer hands on me tonight.
Katelyn: Silas, you don’t want to test me right now.
Silas: Yeah, and you don’t want to fuck with me either. And why are ya mad at me in the first place? If somethin’ ‘appened to Abi, that’s on YER head. Where were ya when she needed ya, huh?
Katelyn: I…I….had other business.
Silas: Other business, huh?
Katelyn: Hurse…they…it’s not important.
Silas: Tell me Baby Brown.
Katelyn: They’re THREATENING to….I shouldn’t…
Silas: Just tell me already.
Katelyn: Ba’al said, if I didn’t turn on Taylor tonight, that they would…Do I really have to tell you the rest?
Silas: Nah, I think I can fill in the blanks.
Mason fixes his jacket now that Katelyn’s arms have fallen to her sides and her eyes have lowered to the floor. Buehler slowly drops to the sofa, raising her hand towards her trembling lip.
Silas: So they want ya to lay out Baby Doll, huh? Then they’ll give Hurse back to ya?
Katelyn: That’s their plan.
Silas: Well, what’s stoppin’ ya?
Katelyn: Huh?
Buehler is quite confused as she raises her eyes from the floor towards Silas’ face.
Silas: The way I see it, ya got no other option, Baby Brown. Ya HAVE to drop Baby Doll on her ass tonight.
Katelyn: Are you serious?
Silas: As a heart attack.
Katelyn: I’m not going to make the same mistake twice, Silas.
Silas: Mistake? Who said anything about makin’ mistakes? Baby Doll has got it coming. She NEEDS to be knocked down off ‘er high horse, and you need to be the one who does it.
Katelyn: No.
Buehler actually laughs off the notion while swiping her arms through the air.
Katelyn: I’m not attacking Taylor tonight.
Silas: You aren’t? Then I’m fraid ya give me no other option.
Silas makes his thinly veiled threat while strolling towards the door.
Katelyn: What’s that supposed to mean?
Silas: Think it’s time to take the gag outta Baby Blue’s mouth, let ‘er say what she’s been waitin’ so long to say to Abi.
Katelyn: You wouldn’t…
Silas: I would. Actually, kinda interested in seein’ how Abi would react to hearin all the juicy and intimate details of our little rendezvous.
Katelyn: Silas…PLEASE.
Silas: Please nothin’. You want Baby Blue and ole’ Silas to keep our mouths shut, then ya drop Tay tonight.
Katelyn: Wh…wh…why?
Silas: Because she’s defied me for the last time. I told ‘er to lay down for McBride, she didn’t. I told ‘er to attack Blayze, she didn’t. Baby Doll has to be taught a lesson, she has to be shown there are consequences for not doin’ as I tell her to do. She has to be reminded who’s in control.
Katelyn: Silas, this-this-this is INSANE!
Silas: Do as I tell ya, unless ya want me to shatter this whole damned fantasy you’ve been livin’ with Abi. KNOCK BABY DOLL OUT!
IN RING
Jaina: Ethan and Rachel sitting in a tree…R-U-N-N-I-N-G.
Homicidal doesn’t even begin to describe the responses from the crowd at the sight of Jaina Frost sauntering along to the stage flanked by a massive gathering of individuals, some coming along willingly others not so much. Jed Wayne finds himself dragged by his beard to the stage, Mogui tugging upon it while Wayne struggles against the plastic zip tie that binds his wrists behind his back. Red Rayne and Silk follow right behind, ensuring that if Wayne breaks the zip tie that his arms will still be restrained in their clutches.
Jaina: First comes lust, then comes betrayal, then comes Ethan in a hospital gurney.
Frost smiles as she continues to regale the crowd with her own twisted version of the timeless song. She then regales them with something even more disturbing as she makes her way into the ring with Wayne forced inside of it as well.
Jaina: Rachel, Ethan…you two little love-doves need to fly back home. Return to your nest, Rachel, come back to my brother and everything will be forgiven. If you return now, Aiken will not retaliate against Ethan and your big buddy, Jed.
Wayne is forced to his knees, his captors standing behind him and a smiling Jaina pacing in front of him.
Jaina: You took a sacred vow when you pledged yourself eternally to Lucien, and last I checked, eternity wasn’t over with just yet. So come home Rachel, before we are forced to do something you will regret.
Jaina tugs on Jed’s beard.
BACKSTAGE
The very doors that served as the exit for Ethan Von Aaron and Rachel Frost, now assume the role of acting as their entrance. The doors fly open with Frost and Ethan stepping inside and moving as quick as their legs will allow towards the ring.
IN RING
Jaina: Come dear sister, come back to us now or we will be forced to find new toys to play with.
Frost tussles Jed’s hair.
Jed: Touch me and die.
Jaina: Schweigen!
Frost delivers a back hand across Wayne’s cheek, almost taking her off of her knees.
Jaina: Ohhh, I’m sorry, I’m sooo sorry. Do you see what infidelity does to me?
Jaina consoles the very cheek she just slapped, caressing it with her palm.
Jaina: It inspires me to do bad things, like take up art. Would you like to see my art, Rachel.
A small dagger slides out of the sleeve of Jaina’s jacket into her waiting palm.
Jaina: Let me transform Jed into my latest masterpiece.
Jaina has just begun to approach Wayne with the knife on the cusp of carving some insignias into his flesh when Jed is given a stay of execution thanks to…..Katelyn Buehler? Yep, Katelyn is making her way down the ramp to a reaction that is positively mind blowing. All eyes shift towards Buehler, who carries the weight of the world upon her shoulders but it doesn’t slow her down as she makes her way up the steps and into the ring. Jaina seems rather amused at the sight of Buehler entering the ring with so much trouble dragging Katelyn’s eyes down to the canvas.
Jaina: Aaaahh, speaking of toys, it is soo good to see you, Katelyn. I trust you have been debating the offer my brother, Kirian, made to you.
It seems that Jaina is serving the agendas for both of her brothers, taking matters into her own palms, even if one of them is still occupied by the knife.
Jaina: So have you made your choice? You are a little early, but all is well, as long as you have made the right choice that is.
Buehler’s eyes continue to glare to the canvas, not even looking up into Jaina’s eyes, or the glowing orbs inhabiting the faces of the New Eden members. The choice she has been given is one that NOBODY should have to make. Will she turn on Taylor Chase tonight and further destroy their relationship while selling her soul, or will she defy the Sinistry and not only see her mentor destroyed, but her love affair with Silas Mason made public. Decisions, decisions.
Jaina: I’m waaaaaaiiitttting.
Katelyn: Alright.
Jaina: Wunderbar!
Katelyn: You win.
Buehler suddenly spirals around and cracks Jaina right in the mouth with the KTFO. The building rumbles with a near goosebump inspiring pop as Buehler makes her decision by delivering the roaring elbow across Jaina’s teeth. The moment Jaina collapses to the canvas, New Eden springs into action. They rush around the kneeling Jed, pouncing upon Buehler with stomps and punches. At last Sparkles and Greyson can be heard commenting on this insanity from the announce table.
Sparkles: Hey…don’t fuck up Jaina’s lips Mayo.
Greyson: Katelyn making some kind of decision by laying Jaina out with the KTFO. I wonder what the Sinistry was asking her to do.
Sparkles: Come on, Mayo shouldn’t have done that, it was completely uncalled for.
Greyson: Yeah, New Eden making her pay for that decision.
Punches and boots launch into Katelyn’s body as she tries to get her arms up to protect her head. That’s when the crowd cheers…yes…they actually CHEER for Rachel Frost and Ethan Von Aaron rushing down the ramp.
Greyson: Von Aaron and Frost! They’re still here!
Sparkles: And they’re…they’re…coming to Katelyn’s aid?
Greyson: That is just INSANE on so many levels.
Von Aaron and Rachel slide into the ring with the Violent Kind side stepping Mogui and pitching him through the ropes. At the same time Von Aaron is trying to talk to Silk and reason with her, allowing Frost the opportunity to rush in behind the Black Dragon, grab her by the hair and throw her through the ropes. Rachel then spins around and finds herself glaring at Rayne, the sister’s making eye contact in the middle of the ring. Rayne produces a grin when she sees Rachel’s hands trembling to her sides, trying her best to resist the urge to swing fists into Red’s winking eye. That’s when a big boot crushes Rayne’s cheek, Jed launching his foot, his only free limb, into Red’s skull. The blow sends Rayne spiraling into the ropes then falling through them to the outside of the ring. Jed then turns his back to Rachel, who quickly undoes the zip tie that binds his wrists.
Greyson: The Sinistry cleared from the ring by the strangest team I think I’ve ever seen.
Sparkles: Did you honestly think in a million years going into tonight that Rachel Frost, Ethan Von Aaron, Jed Wayne, and Katelyn Buehler would be working as a team? I sure as shit didn’t.
Greyson: These are the strangest bed fellows I’ve ever seen.
Katelyn glares over the ropes at the departing Sinistry members, Jaina backing up and rubbing her aching jaw as she falls into Rayne, Silk and Mogui. As Buehler watches New Eden, behind her, Ethan, Jed and Rachel are watching Katelyn. The trio turn to one another, shrug then Frost and Von Aaron nail Katelyn to the back with forearms. The moment Katelyn lands on the canvas she finds her body subjected to stomps from Wayne, Ethan and Rachel.
Sparkles: That didn’t last very long.
Greyson: Disgusting…absolutely disgusting. Wayne, Ethan and Rachel Frost taking this opportunity to jump Katelyn.
Sparkles: It didn’t matter that Katelyn saved Evil Santa.
All three individuals consolidate their forces in order continue to reign boots and forearms down onto the body of Buehler, who desperately tries to cover up. Just when it seems all hope for Buehler is lost, here comes salvation in the least likely form. Taylor Chase comes bolting down the ramp, her arrival eliciting a crescendo of cheers.
Greyson: As if seeing Frost and Von Aaron coming to Katelyn’s aid wasn’t shocking enough, now here comes Taylor Chase to save Buehler.
Sparkles: After everything that happened between these two….
Greyson: Taylor Chase being taken out a couple of months ago when Buehler was part of her team, only to turn on Tay and hit her with a KTFO.
Sparkles: Thanks for stealing MY thunder.
Greyson: Well that’s what happened.
Sparkles: Captain Exposition at it again.
Taylor is no sooner in the ring before she’s swinging, fists wildly swinging into Jed’s forehead and then Rachel’s, going after the Sinistry, two of the individuals who aided in the destruction of her husband, Orlando Cruze several months ago. She no sooner knocks Wayne back before spinning around and ducking an inbound right hand from Von Aaron, who goes staggering into the ropes, ricocheting off and coming back into a dropkick to his sternum. The moment Von Aaron goes down, Rachel leaps at Tay only to run into Chase’s shoulders. She stands up and heaves the Violent Kind into the air, setting up for the True Story. Jed tries to interfere only to have his jaw crushed by the KTFO. Katelyn swings around and nails the big man with such a forceful blow that it sends him spiraling backwards into the ropes and spilling through the cables.
Rachel is about to take Tay’s version of the Go to Sleep, the NHB Champion squirming to get free. She is just about to be destroyed by the knee to her chin before Sophie and Mark O’Brian interfere. Total War, two more members of the GOOD Movement, come sliding into the ring. Sophie and Mark rush right at Tay, who drops Alana and then nails Mark across the jaw with a right. Tay then turns around and blasts Sophie to the face with a forearm.
Greyson: Total War joining in on this assault. Sophie, another member of the GOOD Movement, Sinistry team tonight trying to assault Chase now.
Sparkles: This just keeps getting crazier and crazier by the moment.
Mark and Sophie TRY to get their hands on Chase, only to find themselves on the receiving end of huge jabs from the former World Champion. Tay swats them back but at the same time exposes her spine to the Loredo Lasson. Rachel delivers the modified lariat to the back of Chase’s head, the blow knocking her to her elbows and knees and rendering her barely conscious to the stomps being delivered by Total War.
Katelyn turns and tries to interfere, jumping on Sophie’s back and bringing her down to the canvas, Buehler lighting her up with blows. Mark then steps in and grabs Katelyn’s arms, forcing them behind her back and forcing her away from his sister. Rachel and Von Aaron then step in, both of them taking turns punching Katelyn across opposite cheeks.
Greyson: The numbers just too much for Chase and Buehler, and the same thing is going to happen when the six person tag starts tonight, remember, they’re without a partner after the injuries inflicted on Abigail Lindsey earlier on.
Sparkles: Poor Abi, I had a diamond encrusted comb waiting for her and everything. Was sooo eagerly anticipating brushing her long gorgeous locks.
Sophie continues to deliver boots and blows on the laid out Taylor, while Rachel and Ethan go on nailing shots on the face of Katelyn, who is rendered defenseless. Mark keeps Katelyn’s arms forced and trapped behind her. Things are looking pretty bleak for Katelyn and Taylor at the moment…
Maxine: Ahem….ahem.
The fists stop swinging, the feet stop stomping, and all eyes are shifting towards the woman now standing on the stage with microphone in hand. Maxine Moore, Abigail Lindsey’s heavy, has a microphone in hand and a smile on her face.
Greyson: Why is Maxine out here now?
Sparkles: She’s probably here to take this huge Edible Arrangements I ordered for Abi as a GET WELL SOON gift.
Once Maxine is positive she has the entire Sinistry and GOOD Movement focused upon her, she continues.
Maxine: Sorry to interrupt, but I think the GOOD Movement and the Sinistry are going to want to hear this. I have an announcement regarding Abigail’s replacement for the six person tag team match tonight.
As Maxine speculated, EVERYONE in the Sinistry and GOOD Movement are all ears, so captivated by Moore’s announcement that they totally stopped walloping Chase and Buehler.
Maxine: Sadly Abigail isn’t able to compete…and when I say sadly, I don’t mean sadly for Taylor and Katelyn, because it’s sad for Rachel, Von Aaron and Sophie. Because Abi’s replacement in this six person tag match tonight is….SERENITY!
The curtains open and to a rousing ovation, Serenity steps through the curtains. Abigail Lindsey sports a head to toe black leather ensemble, with even her eyes partially obscured by a leather mask. She stops beside Maxine, nods in her direction and then the two go bolting down the ramp.
Sparkles: Abi in leather? HOOOOLY SHIT.
Greyson: Serenity? Abi has completely given over to her inner demons.
Sparkles: Abi in leather…..
Greyson: Get OVER IT!
The fans continue to express nothing short of elation at the sight of Serenity sliding into the ring and ducking just in time to avoid a Mark O’Brian clothesline. The momentum of his missed swing carries him into the ropes, which Maxine is low bridging, causing O’Brian to go spilling over to the outside mats.
At the same time Mark goes down, his sister is dropped. Sophie goes after Serenity only to be hit with a basement dropkick to the shin, knocking her down to her elbows and knees. Serenity then stands up and flips forward, crashing with a senton bomb across Sophie’s spine.
The crowd continues to go nuts as Serenity rolls right off of Sophie and into the ropes, springing off the middle cable, twisting around and catching an inbound Von Aaron across the temple with the roundhouse kick.
Von Aaron collapses to the canvas and Rachel grabs him by the wrist, rolling him out of harm’s way. She and Ethan drop to the mats outside of the ring where they regroup. Meanwhile referee Fitzpatrick is sliding into the ring and calling for the bell to get the six person tag match underway.
Greyson: It looks like we’re getting the six person tag team match right here, right now.
Sparkles: Can this possibly get anymore epic? I mean, seriously, Abi is in leather.
Greyson: That’s NOT Abi anymore Sparkles, so put your comb away.
Sparkles: Awwww.
RACHEL FROST/ETHAN VON AARON/SOPHIE O’BRIAN VS. TAYLOR CHASE/KATELYN BUEHLER/SERENITY
The fans only get louder when feasting their eyes upon the visual of Serenity turning towards a seated Sophie. O’Brian looks up from the canvas with a grin on her face at the sight of Serenity standing before her.
Serenity: You told me to surrender to the darkness, Sophie….
The gloved fist of Serenity swings right into Sophie’s forehead.
Serenity: You know I aim to please.
Serenity’s black boot drives into Sophie’s chin.
Sophie crawls away from Serenity clutching at her jaw and then standing up with the aid of the ropes….ropes that Chase is standing on the opposite side of. Taylor delivers a punch across Sophie’s temple, knocking her around towards Katelyn, who reaches over the ropes, takes hold of O’Brian’s neck and falls from the apron, snapping Sophie’s throat off the cable. Sophie spirals back into Serenity, who catches her with a back drop that sends O’Brian twisting through the air she then crashes onto her back, rolls across the canvas to her elbows and knees and desperately tries to get up.
Serenity rushes across the ring, steps off of Sophie’s back, employing her as a springboard to launch into the top rope, stand across it and leap off into a big splash right onto the recuperating Frost and Von Aaron at ringside. All three individuals crash into the mats and thousand rises to give Serenity some props.
Greyson: Air Serenity!
Sparkles: Naaah, doesn’t have the same ring to it as Air Abi.
Mark O’Brian tries to get involved again, rushing across the ring and going after Serenity only for her to spot him from the corner of her eye. She quickly leaps onto the barricade, steps across it and then leaps off into a big diving clothesline that nails Mark’s throat. Serenity rolls forward across the canvas onto a knee while striking a rather heroic pose with her arms stretched back and elevated above her. Maxine quickly moves in and snatches O’Brian up from the mats then rushes him at the barricade, throwing him over into the crowd. Maxine then goes after him, making sure Mark will no longer influence this match.
Serenity then comes rushing back towards the ring, jumping from the mats through the bottom and middle rope before tucking into a forward roll on her feet. The moment she stands up, she’s forced to duck as Sophie rushes in for a clothesline that misses its target. Serenity then dives forward and slaps Tay’s outstretched hands. The crowd is going nuts as Chase climbs to the top rope and then comes flying off at the inbound Sophie. It’s unclear what Tay had intended, because now she’s FORCED to leap frog over Sophie, who runs at the corner with the intent of cutting Chase’s legs out from under her. But Taylor leaps right over O’Brian.
When Chase comes down on her feet she drops into a forward roll across the canvas then flips out of it over the top rope into a senton plancha that connects with Frost and Von Aaron at ringside. All three bodies go crashing into the mats and yet again the fans are on their feet screaming at the top of their lungs.
Sparkles: Wha da hale!?!
Greyson: ANOTHER sensational dive this time by Chase.
Sparkles: Maybe Tay-Tay will let me comb her hair.
Greyson: Keep on dreaming Sparkles, keep on dreaming.
Sparkles: I do, that’s why I always sleep with a sock on my penis, avoids the mess the next morning.
Chase no sooner knocks out both Frost and Von Aaron before she turns and spots Jed Wayne charging across the mats, trying to get the drop on her. Tay reacts quickly, baseball sliding through Jed’s legs, standing up behind him and waiting for Wayne to turn around. The moment he does, Jed receives the TKO across the forehead. The diving knee knocks Jed back into the barricade, crashing into it and then spilling over into the audience.
Greyson: Now Jed Wayne taken out!
Sparkles: Team Tay-Tay is unstoppable.
Chase leaps to the apron and then ducks down and drives her shoulder into the inbound ribs of O’Brian, doubling Sophie over. Tay then flips over the top rope, rolls back first across Sophie’s spine, lands on her feet then goes running into the opposite ropes. The moment Tay hits them, she finds her shoulder slapped. Chase spins around and looks beyond aggravated by the blind tag just made by Katelyn.
Greyson: Uh oh…I don’t know how wise that was.
Sparkles: Yeah, Kate probably shouldn’t have done that.
Buehler enters the ring and doesn’t even pay attention to the anger drawn across Chase’s face. She just goes right after Sophie, who goes to catch Katelyn with a hip toss. However, the creases of Buehler’s knees hit the top rope and she ends up back flipping as a result, landing right on her feet in front of Sophie. O’Brian grabs hold of Buehler’s wrist and pulls her into a short arm clothesline that Katelyn ducks before diving through the ropes behind Sophie’s back into a diving headbutt that nails Rachel and Ethan at ringside, taking them to the mats.
Greyson: UNREAL!
Sparkles: Now Buehler is getting in on the fun.
Katelyn gets back to her feet and spots Sophie dashing across the ring, intent on delivering her own suicide dive to the outside. Buehler reacts by leaping to the apron, lunging over the top rope and flying over Sophie, catching the hunched over O’Brian around the waist and rolling her over backwards into the sunset flip.
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Sophie kicks out and rolls back to her feet before diving into Buehler’s face with the shining wizard.
Greyson: And just like the momentum of this match shifts back in the favor of Team GOOD SInistry.
Sparkles: Wow…wow…that…that sounds horrible…how long have been working on that?
Greyson: All afternoon. I’d like to see you do better.
Sparkles: Okay, how about the SIN Movement?
Greyson: Erm, okay, that does sound a little better.
Sophie twists away from the very face she just twisted around her shin. O’Brian gets to her feet and responds to the loud clapping of Von Aaron, who has stepped up into his team’s corner and is now demanding a tag. Sophie approaches and slaps his outstretched hand. Von Aaron quickly enters the ring, stoops down to pick up Buehler and receives a kick to his head a result. Katelyn launches her shin into the air, driving it right into the top of Ethan’s skull and sending him staggering back into the ropes.
Von Aaron’s spine hits the ropes and Rachel slaps it, making the blind tag. Ethan then stumbles forward and falls prey to a roll up. Katelyn drops back, lifts her legs into the air and wraps them around Ethan’s waist, flipping him over and holding down on the creases of his knees. She sits on Ethan’s chest and folds him up like an accordion.
The referee doesn’t even have a chance to inform Buehler that Ethan is not the legal man before Rachel comes stepping in and delivers a hard kick across the back of Katelyn’s head. The NHB Champion then takes Buehler around the neck, applying a dragon sleeper in order to bridge her opponent up to her feet. She then delivers an inverted version of the twist of fate. The reverse neckbreaker drops the back of Katelyn’s head viciously into the canvas. Rachel then takes Kate around the neck, bridges her back into another dragon sleeper but this time Frost spins around into a rolling diamond cutter. Buehler’s face is spiraled into the canvas and she now flips to her back while Frost crawls into her corner. Sophie receives another tag, rushing across the apron then springing to the top rope. O’Brian comes flying off, extends her leg and drops it right across Katelyn’s throat.
Greyson: Rachel did the damage then turns things back over to Sophie, who connects with that springboard leg drop.
Sparkles: See, this is what’s bad for Team Tay, they’re not an actual team. Sophie, Rachel, Ethan, that IS a team.
Greyson: Their definitely showing some continuity right now.
Buehler clasps at her throat as Sophie crawls to her side and grabs her hair, pulling Katelyn along to her feet then whipping her into enemy territory. Kate spins around and collides with the corner, now finding her arms caught in the clutches of Frost. She reaches over and holds Katelyn’s arms back, exposing her to the attempted big running spear by Sophie. However, Katelyn manages to deliver a back elbow to Rachel’s cheek at the last second, then side step the inbound O’Brian, causing Sophie to fly face first into the middle turnbuckle pad and crash off of it. Katelyn then rushes across the ring with the intent of tagging in either Chase or Serenity, but instead Buehler rushes right into the waiting arms of a recovered Von Aaron.
Ethan was biding his time for just this, the perfect opportunity to strike. He stands up from the canvas he was strewn across a moment earlier, leaps in Buehler’s way and catches her stomach against his shoulders. Before Katelyn can react she’s being driven into the canvas with a snap Samoan Slam.
Buehler bounces off of the ring then rolls across it to her stomach, where she writhes in such anguish. Sophie shakes off her headbutt into the corner, steps towards Buehler’s legs, grabs them and heaves them up and under her armpits. She then pulls Katelyn up into a wheelbarrow before swinging her sideways right into the running basement dropkick across the temple by Von Aaron.
Sparkles: See what I mean.
Greyson: Indeed, the Sinistry and the GOOD Movement working so well as a team.
Katelyn is knocked out of Sophie’s arms and sent spiraling down to the canvas across her back. O’Brian grabs hold of Buehler’s legs again though and then delivers a giant swing, hurling Katelyn right into ANOTHER basement dropkick to the cheek and temple, this one delivered by Frost.
Greyson: Devastating continuity shown by this dangerous team.
The second Katelyn falls to her back, Sophie grabs the legs one more time in order to roll Buehler over into a liontamer. Katelyn lies across the side of her face, bent up at an awkward angle, and about to feel further contorted by Von Aaron’s dive. Ethan steps across the apron, grabs the top rope and flips over into the senton hot shot right on top of Buehler’s upper back. Katelyn’s neck is almost broken by this move delivered by Ethan, who rolls forward across the canvas to his feet then takes a bow to the disgust of the crowd.
Referee Fitzpatrick has had enough of Ethan tonight, ordering him to exit the ring then ordering Sophie to break the liontamer.
Sophie releases Katelyn only to drag her to the center of the ring, roll her over to her stomach then bury her knees into Buehler’s spine. She drops back and heaves Katelyn up into the bow and arrow stretch. That’s when Rachel comes charging into the ring, lunges into the air and comes down back first right across Katelyn’s ribs with a back first splash.
Greyson: Good God guacamole, they’re just mangling Buehler at this point. Team Tay got off to such a great start, but now they’ve been neutralized thanks to the cheating of Team GOODistry.
Sparkles: WHAT!?! Seriously? You think that was better than GOOD Sinistry.
Greyson: Well it does combine both names.
Sparkles: Just stop…PLEASE just stop.
Katelyn’s whole mid-section is in a perpetual state of distress. She tries to get up only to have Sophie further damage the ribs and back, lifting her up into the air and dropping her across O’Brian’s raised knee. The rib breaker sends Katelyn rolling to her back and Sophie pouncing upon her. She sits Katelyn up and then wraps her legs around Buehler’s waist, applying a bearhug. O’Brian then drops to her side, rolling over to her corner and dragging Katelyn along for the ride. Both ladies end up sitting with Buehler in front of her opposition, who is still locking in the bearhug with the use of Sophie’s legs. The Total War member reaches out and slaps the hand of Frost. She immediately enters the ring and pounces on Katelyn with punches across the brow and kicks to the chest and chin. There is nothing Katelyn can do about as she finds her waist trapped in Sophie’s legs and her wrists caught in Sophie’s hands. So the Violent Kind can beat on Buehler all she wants. Sophie drops down and delivers headbutts across Katelyn’s face now.
The only thing that saves Katelyn is the five count being made by the official that forces Sophie to break the body vice and roll out of the ring. This leaves Katelyn to the mercy of Rachel, who puts Buehler in a double underhook, drags her up to her feet and then uses the butterfly lock to heave Katelyn into what looks like a tiger bomb only to transition it into a back breaker across Frost’s knee.
Katelyn drops to her back while Rachel drops to her chest. Frost hooks Buehler’s leg.
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But that’s all Rachel gets, a two count.
Greyson: I’ve really grown to admire Katelyn’s resilience.
Sparkles: It’s not resiliency it you’re a woman, it’s just stubbornness.
Greyson: And that would explain why you’ve been divorced twice.
Sparkles: Well were either of my marriages to those blow up dolls actually legal?
Greyson: Only in the state of Colorado.
Buehler is forced up to his feet by the shoulder wedged to her ribs. Frost then employs that same shoulder to drive Katelyn backwards into the turnbuckle, driving her body into the corner. Ethan reaches over the ropes and tags Frost by the shoulder then charge into the opposite corner. Von Aaron gets a big running start before leaping over Rachel’s crouched spine and delivering a forearm smash across Buehler’s face.
Rachel then exits the ring and lets Von Aaron take over. He grabs the back of Katelyn’s head and throws her disrespectfully to the canvas. A broken down Buehler lands in front of Von Aaron, who steps around and intentionally puts his crotch right in front of Katelyn’s face.
Ethan: Hahahaha, familiar territory for you, ain’t it hon? Bet you feel right at home.
Von Aaron just begins to chuckle before Katelyn connects with a crotch claw. Her hand opens and squeezes Ethan’s genitalia with enough force to make his testicles want to explode. Ethan grabs Katelyn’s wrist, desperately trying to detach her hand from his groin.
Sparkles: I don’t think this is how Ethan is used to having Katelyn grab his junk.
A screeching Von Aaron tries to break the hand away from his balls but Katelyn isn’t letting go. She stands up and finally removes her hand from Ethan’s groin in order to deliver a knife edge chip across Ethan’s chest. She then spins around going for the KTFO only to have Von Aaron counter with a drop top hold. Katelyn crashes into the canvas and tries to fight her way to her feet only to have Ethan swing around behind her into the Epic Fail.
The spinning superkick is about to demolish Buehler’s jaw but Katelyn has other plans. She reaches out, catches Ethan’s leg and counters the superkick into a dragon screw. Von Aaron crashes into the canvas, clutches at his knee and rolls right along into the corner where Sophie makes the tag.
O’Brian then springs to the top rope and flies over Ethan, traveling right towards Buehler, and connecting, connecting with Katelyn’s roaring elbow. The KTFO has knocked Sophie out, but Katelyn is unable to follow it. She staggers away from Sophie towards her corner, falling to her knees and then looking up into the tentative faces of her partners. Neither Taylor NOR Serenity are reaching out of the tag.
Sparkles: Katelyn just knocked the Irish hotty right on her Irish ass.
Greyson: Is there really a different between an Irish ass and an American ass?
Sparkles: One is a whole lot more tan than the other. Believe me, I know, I’ve extensively studies asses all over the world.
Katelyn looks longingly into the faces of her partners before Tay gets over herself and extends her hand. Buehler slaps Chase’s palm, bringing her into the match and Tay enters with a head full of steam. She rushes right at Sophie and drops into the lateral press, looking to pick up where Kate left off.
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Von Aaron enters the ring and looks to save the match for his team, rushing right at Chase, who leaps to her feet and then hints at delivering the TKO. But Von Aaron squeals, turns and dives back through the ropes before his face could be demolished by Chase’s titanium knee brace. Taylor watches Von Aaron flee, before spotting Rachel rushing in beside her. Tay reacts in time, catching Sophie’s leg and heaving her up into a flapjack that plants Rachel down right on top of O’Brian.
Rachel rolls off of Sophie, ending up laid out beside her while Taylor steps to the sides of both of her opponents then flips over backwards into the standing moonsault. She crashes down across Sophie AND Rachel, her knees hitting Frost in the ribs. Chase is now strewn across both of her opponent’s chest, pinning them at the same time.
Fitzpatrick makes the count.
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Ethan comes sliding back into the ring once again, rushing at Chase to break up the pinfall before Tay lunges to her feet and prepares to greet Von Aaron with her knee.
Ethan: EEEE!
Ethan pulls Fitzpatrick in between himself and Taylor then dives out of the ring. Luckily Chase is able to catch herself before she lays Fitzpatrick out with the TKO, and now gently nudges him aside. She goes after Ethan, reaching through the ropes to grab him but in the process exposing her spine to O’Brian.
Sophie rushes in from behind Tay, catches her around the hip and pulls her down into the school girl while putting her legs over the middle rope for added leverage.
Greyson: Sophie just snuck in the back door.
Sparkles: Oooh boy, now your talking.
Greyson: Not in that way you perverted fuzz ball.
The crowd is squealing as loud as Von Aaron when he dove out of the way of the TKO. Everyone is reacting to Sophie’s pin on Tay.
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But it wasn’t a pin that netted her one of the biggest wins of her career. Taylor kicks out of the pinfall and rolls over backwards onto her feet, standing up just in time to spot Rachel rushing in with a lariat. But Tay ducks down and catches Rachel coming in, heaving her up into the air with the intention of going for the True Story. Chase is just about to hit her finishing move before Ethan comes sliding into the ring in front of her, charging in. Taylor quickly drops Rachel and prepares to deliver the TKO only to have Ethan drop straight to his ass and scoot across the ring like a dog with worms. He puts his hands up and pleads off, distracting Tay long enough for Frost to deliver the Boot Licker to the back of Chase’s head.
The kick disorientates Taylor and sends her spiraling around into the Death of Wisdom. Sophie’s knees crush Taylor’s face with a modified code breaker. Taylor stands up and staggers back into Von Aaron, who spins Chase around, catches her by the neck and heaves her up into the implant DDT. Chase is driven into the canvas across the top of her head with enough force to compress her spine.
Greyson: Devastating sequence of moves by Frost, O’Brian and Von Aaron.
Sparkles: Why aren’t Tay’s teammates doing anything about this three on one mugging?
Serenity is too busy glaring at Katelyn and Buehler is too busy contemplating what she’s going to do regarding the choice the Sinistry has forced upon her this evening. Both ladies are not focused on what they SHOULD be focused on.
Von Aaron and Frost leave the ring, leaving Tay in the capable hands of Sophie. O’Brian crawls eagerly into the cover.
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Taylor took an implant DDT, the Boot Licker and the Death of Wisdom and STILL she gets a shoulder up. The MGM Grand explodes with cheers, cheers that are only getting louder when it becomes evident that Chase DID get a shoulder up. Although Chase kicked out, she is still in dire straits. Sophie places her in a front chancery, then flips forward, bridging back into the reverse chin lock.
Greyson: Taylor is in a horrible…horrible predicament here. She’s trapped in that bridging chin lock and so far away from either the ropes or the hands of her partners.
Taylor digs down deep, so deep, so incredibly deep, deep enough to strike oil and find dinosaur fossils. She drives her claws into the canvas, pulling herself desperately across the ring and towards her partners. Katelyn and Serenity have their arms as stretched as far as they will go, hoping Tay can reach them and make the tag.
Those hopes are about to be abolished when Sophie flips back over and lands on her feet in front of Taylor, then forces her opponent up and into position for the Death of Wisdom. Sophie leaves her feet, wedges her knees to Chase’s chest and is about to drop back. She goes back alright, but only because Taylor pushes her off. Sophie lands on her feet in front of Chase, unable to connect with the modified code breaker. She collects herself then rushes back in at Taylor, who leaps into the air, grabs Sophie around the neck and hits her with the Taylor-Made.
Sophie’s skull bounces from the ring and her body goes spiraling across the canvas. Chase then struggles along to her feet and turns just as Von Aaron enters the ring and boots her to the gut. Von Aaron then places Tay in a front chancery, setting up for the implant DDT. But Tay manages to wedge hands to Ethan’s gut and push him off as well. Tay just stands upright when Rachel rushes in from behind, leaping into the air Boot Licker that Taylor ducks under. The heel lifts over Chase’s head and crashes right into Von Aaron’s face. The blow sends Ethan spinning in a circle, looking dead on his feet.
Rachel spins around and goes after Tay only to be side stepped and thrown through the ropes. Chase then turns towards the disorientated Ethan before lunging into the air and crushing Von Aaron’s face with the TKO.
Greyson: FINALLY!
Sparkles: Tay drills Ethan with the TKO.
Greyson: But it looks like Tay used up her remaining energy to deliver that move.
Sparkles: She spent up everything she had left.
Not even the piercing roar of the crowd can get Tay to roll into the cover on Ethan. She’s not thinking clearly, otherwise she wouldn’t be rolling AWAY from Ethan. She twists to her elbows and knees, crawling towards Serenity and Katelyn. Buehler should be looking at the inbound Tay, but instead she’s overlooking Serenity, her fiancée bedecked it such unusual attire. Buehler tries to get Serenity to talk to her, but can’t dredge a word out of her lover. Serenity’s attention remains on Tay extending her hand for the tag. Chase groans in agony before she lunges forward and slaps Serenity’s palm. The crowd pops huge as Serenity springs to the top rope and then comes flying off at a rising Sophie, crashing into O’Brian with a big crossbody block. Both athletes hit the ring and Serenity rolls off of her opponent right onto her feet. She then steps up the opposite turnbuckle, reaching the top rope and waiting for Sophie to stand. O’Brian begins to get up before being taken right back down with a devastating moonsault. Serenity crashes into Sophie’s shoulder, putting her down to the canvas.
Greyson: Serenity got the tag and she is absolutely lighting up O’Brian.
Sparkles: This is what Sophie wanted wasn’t it? She wanted Abi to truly embody Serenity, channel the darkness.
Greyson: And that’s just what Abi has done, but to Sophie’s chagrin.
Serenity is still lighting up the competition, rising to her feet and spotting Rachel standing up on the apron. In a flash Serenity is springing off the middle rope, twisting in mid-air and throwing a roundhouse kick over the ropes right into Frost’s face. Rachel collapses to her back, bounces off the apron then twists down to the mats. Serenity stares over the ropes at her opponent with a devilish grin forming on her face before finding herself caught in the clutches of O’Brian. Sophie catches Serenity around the waist, pushing her opponent along chest first into the top rope. Sophie drops back with the intent of rolling Serenity up into the pin only to have her opponent wrap her arms around the top cable to be dragged back by O’Brian into the pin. Sophie rolls over in reverse as a result, having nothing to show for her efforts with the exception of the springboard roundhouse kick traveling towards her head.
Sophie ducks head though and causes Serenity to fly over her, the boot missing its target. But Von Aaron’s boot does NOT miss anything. Serenity lands on her feet and her chin lands across Ethan’s spinning superkick.
Greyson: Von Aaron recovering from the TKO and taking out Serenity with the Epic Fail!
Sparkles: This is insanity.
Serenity bounces off of Von Aaron’s boot and stumbles into a backslide by Sophie. The crowd is covering their eyes, unable to bear witness to Serenity being pinned by her former mentor.
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Katelyn and Taylor have seen enough, interjecting right before the pinfall could be completed. Buehler rushes in and delivers a swift kick to Sophie’s ribs, breaking up the pin, while Taylor rushes at Von Aaron and crushes his skull with a forearm.
Sparkles: It’s breaking down like a Stretch Armstrong doll in the hands of a kid with ADHD.
Greyson: To be fair, there was never really any stability in this match to begin with.
Ethan suddenly nails a boot to Taylor’s ribs, staggering her back. He then rushes into a lariat that Tay ducks, causing Von Aaron’s momentum to carry him into a spinning back kick by Katelyn. The shot cracks Von Aaron in the ribs, causing him to turn towards Taylor, who lunges into the air and delivers ANOTHER Taylor-Made. Von Aaron’s face is driven into the ring, leaving him at long last incapacitated.
Tay slowly starts to work her way up to her feet while Katelyn stands behind her. Buehler suddenly looks very conflicted, staring down at her forearm and then into the back of Taylor’s head. After taking a deep breath, Buehler crouches and pulls her arm back, preparing to deliver the KTFO on Chase.
Greyson: Wait….what are…what are you doing Katelyn?
Sparkles: She looks like she’s setting up for the KTFO on Taylor.
Greyson: Why? Why is she doing this?
Katelyn’s whole body trembles as she prepares to deliver the roaring elbow on the back of Taylor’s skull. It seems Buehler is willing to do whatever it takes to ensure the safe return of Hurse, and that her secret love affair with Silas stays just that, a secret. But there is one thing she won’t do…deliver the elbow on Taylor.
Katelyn drops her arm to her side, stands up and shakes her head, refusing to do it.
Greyson: She’s not going to do it, Katelyn is NOT going to deliver the KTFO on Taylor.
Just as Buehler takes a soothing breath, she finds herself shoved from behind right into Taylor’s back. Buehler’s skull cracks into the back of Taylor’s head and knocks Chase through the ropes.
Chase crashes across the outside mats then looks up from the ground at the woman standing in the ring above her. Katelyn leans over the ropes, holding forehead while Taylor sits on the ground below, gripping the back of her neck. Obvious by the expression on Chase’s face she has totally misconstrued the entire situation.
Buehler then turns around and walks right into Frost, who heaves Katelyn into the air, going for the Dead in Tombstone. But Buehler manages to shift her weight, sliding up and over Rachel’s shoulder, avoiding the tombstone piledriver then placing her hands to Rachel’s spine, pushing her along into the ropes. Rachel bounces off and comes back in at Katelyn for the Loredo Lasso only to have Serenity push Katelyn out of the way and take the lariat across the throat instead.
Greyson: Serenity saving Buehler and taking the Loredo Lasso as a result.
Katelyn then rushes at Frost to retaliate on behalf of her fiancée only to receive a powerful thrust kick to the gut. Buehler collapses to her back and curls around her mid-section while Frost stands above all the ladies she’s personally taken out.
Sparkles: The NHB Champion nothing short of a one woman wrecking crew in that ring right now.
Greyson: She’s taken out every….HEY who the hell is this?
Frost continues to clinch her fist and put them to use against her opponents, but not against the massive figure sliding into the ring behind her. A monstrous individual sporting a hockey mask steps in behind Frost and puts an chloroform soaked rag right over her mouth and nose. Frost tries to struggle but slowly succumbs to the paralyzing agent, finding herself falling unconscious into this beasts’ arms. He tosses her over his shoulder and turns towards the stage where Aiken Frost and Mika Kozlov are now standing.
Aiken: Bring my wife to me this instant, Krauzer.
The monster nods, carrying Frost out of the ring and up the ramp, returning her to Aiken.
Greyson: Rachel being taken back to her manipulative, abusive and deranged husband.
Sparkles: And that leaves Team SinGOOD with a 2 on 3 deficit.
Greyson: Well I don’t think that…wait, SinGOOD?
Sparkles: Yeah, you don’t think Sinbad will sue, do you?
Greyson: I hope so.
Ethan regains consciousness and now begins to spin in circles, looking around the squared circle and realizing that Rachel is gone.
Ethan: Where is she? Where the fudge is she?
Von Aaron’s eyes cross the stage where Aiken has an unconscious Rachel leaning against his shoulder, her body limp in his arms. Aiken shakes his head at Ethan before producing a chilling laugh and ultimately escorting his wife, along with Mika, and this monster Krauzer, to the backstage area. Von Aaron completely loses his focus, dropping to the canvas, rolling under the ropes and scrambling up the ramp to the backstage area.
Greyson: Now Von Aaron leaving as well?
Sparkles: This totally sucks for Sophie.
Greyson: She’s completely on her own against all three of her opponents.
Sparkles: And here I thought it was going to be Team Tay that imploded.
Buehler slowly regains consciousness, turning and spotting Sophie desperately struggling to her feet while still holding the ribs that were punted a few moments ago. However, something far more painful is about to befall Sophie, having no idea that Katelyn is setting up for the KTFO.
Buehler spins around right into the TKO!!
Taylor lunges across the ring and crushes Katelyn’s face with the titanium knee brace.
Greyson: WHAT!!??!!
Sparkles: Holy shit balls!
Chase stands up over the unconscious body of her own partner, staring down at Buehler and shaking her head.
Taylor: You think I’m fucking stupid? You thought I’d trust you? No fucking way!
Tay goes as far as to blow a snot rocket at Buehler before turning around and finding a boot connecting to her ribs and her head being dragged into the canvas by Sophie’s double arm DDT.
Chase rolls away from Sophie and Sophie rolls towards Katelyn, throwing herself over Buehler’s chest.
O’Brian hopes to capitalize on Taylor’s TKO and pick up this win in spite of being left completely on her own in this match.
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Greyson: I cannot believe Sophie has pulled off the impossible.
And here comes the three…the crowd reacting with a unanimous display of dread and heartache as Sophie celebrates….only for to have the response change when it is revealed that Sophie has no cause to celebrate. Katelyn got her shoulder up a half second before the three count could be completed.
Sparkles: That wasn’t it?
Greyson: That wasn’t the three?
No it wasn’t, Buehler kicked out and is now in the process of rolling out of the ring. Sophie slaps her palms on the canvas getting so frustrated. However, she moves past her anger and turns towards Serenity, who is crawling to her knees. Sophie steps towards her and grabs the mask right off of Serenity’s face, letting it dangle from her fingers.
Sophie: What is this? A joke?
The mask is flung out of the ring and Sophie grabs Serenity by the ears.
Sophie: You just keep making a mockery of me. All my time, all my energy, it was WASTED training you.
Serenity suddenly turns and catches the back of Sophie’s head, pulling her down into a small package.
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The crowd sets their hopes high, only to see those hopes dashed when Sophie gets her shoulder up and rolls away from Serenity. Both ladies get to their feet and Serenity is caught with a kick to the gut and a hooking of both her arms. Abi prepares to deliver the double arm DDT only to have Serenity fall back and send Sophie flipping forward as she tries to hold onto the arms. Sophie tucks into a forward roll though and then ends up running right into Taylor’s waiting shoulders, Taylor heaves O’Brian into the air then drops her face first across Chase’s titanium knee with the True Story.
Greyson: Taylor hitting the True Story!
Sophie bounces off the knee and SOMEHOW remains on her feet just long enough to spiral around absent mindedly into Serenity’s waiting shoulder. She heaves Sophie into the air, then Serenity turns her back Tay, who takes O’Brian around the neck. Both Serenity and Taylor drop down, delivering the Sudden Jolt…the very same Total War finisher that both ladies were hit with on the last Riot.
Greyson: Did I just see that?
Sparkles: Sophie reaping what she sows.
Greyson: Pay back by Serenity and Chase.
Sophie flops to her back, looking spent while Chase grabs O’Brian’s legs and flips forward into the jackknife cover. The crowd counts along with each slap of the canvas.
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The chanting stops and the screaming starts. The MGM Grand better have a strong roof, because it’s about to burst right off like it was hit with a hurricane gust force wind.
Greyson: Good lord the insanity is finally over. It is finally done.
Sparkles: I am speechless. Too much hotness for my mind to process right now.
The crowd is still squealing as Taylor gets to her feet and sneers in Serenity’s direction before vacating the ring, marching straight up the ramp and vanishing to the back. Tay has no interest whatsoever in celebrating alongside her ‘teammates.’ Although Serenity didn’t see Chase nail the TKO on Buehler, the masked vixen can tell something is off about Buehler, something worse than just physical instability. Katelyn stumbles across the ring in Serenity’s direction, overlooking her fiancée’s apparel.
Katelyn: Abi? What-what is this?
Buehler gestures to the leather ensemble.
Serenity: THIS is who I am, Kate. Can you deal with it?
Katelyn: You know I can….and I will. But seriously…
Serenity: I’m not the one who needs to explain myself, Kate. Is there something you want to tell me?
Katelyn: I don’t know what you’re talking….
Serenity: Yes you do Kate, yes you do.
Buehler begins to lower her face into her palm.
Serenity: Tell me the truth. You owe me that.
Katelyn: You’re right, you do. I-I-I slept with Silas.
Serenity SOMEHOW becomes darker than she already was. Her darker dispositions gets more…well…darker….when her ears pick up the sound of laughter. Her eyes turn to Sophie in the corner, who is sitting up and chuckling.
Sophie: I told you….I told you both…hahahaha.
Serenity turns back towards Buehler, who swipes tears from her eyes.
Katelyn: I-I-I didn’t want to, but I had to…he made me.
Serenity: Shhhh.
Buehler’s trembling hands are taken into her fiancée’s palm and Katelyn’s knuckles are embraced with a kiss.
Serenity: Don’t worry, Abi would forgive you.
Katelyn drags her eyes from the canvas to Serenity’s masked face.
Serenity: But Serenity, does not.
The blond haired, darkly clad warrior exits the ring, leaving Katelyn inside with her palms still interlocked. One of those palms slowly open and reveal the wedding ring planted inside of it by Serenity.
Katelyn: Abi baby, no….no.
Serenity never looks back.
BACKSTAGE
Taylor Chase has no sooner passed to the backstage area, having just gotten some of her frustration out, before she spots a few people who only create MORE frustration.
Shaun: Seriously, Kloe, if I got to the bathroom are you going to have the Cartel shake it for me?
Tay’s focus is upon the pair occupying the catering area. Her brother-in-law, Shaun Cruze is in the process of enjoying a last second pick me up, ingesting a cup of coffee while bickering with the Majority Owner, Kloe Masters regarding the way the Cartel has attempted to shadow him throughout the night.
Kloe: Honestly Shaun, I’m disappointed…
Shaun: In moi?
Kloe: Why do you keep going out of you way to lose the Cartel? Nate, Zak and Alex are here for your protection, and rather you accept it or not, you need that protection. You’re not the most well liked man on the roster.
Shaun: Yeah, I won’t be ranked very high on the popularity poles, that’s for sure, but I don’t need protection. I’ve got all the protection I need against the Sinistry, right here.
A gavel, the very weapon that has been so instrumental to the success of Ba’al, is elevated into view, Shaun swinging it from one palm into the other.
Shaun: Let Ba’al bring the entire Sinistry with him, it won’t matter, because they’ll all say hello to my little friend.
Shaun flails the hammer around.
Kloe: You really should accept the help of the Cartel though, Shaun, you’ve got a great opportunity to avenge Orlando. I don’t want to see your chance to stand up for your brother ruined because the SInistry interferes in your Weapon’s Match.
Taylor: Yeah, the two of you had best not fuck this up.
Shaun and Kloe stop yammering and start staring, turning to embrace the visual of Tay, who is understandably a little disgruntled. Wait, Taylor Chase disgruntled, noooo. Although Chase is exhausted from her previous encounter, she still has enough energy left to tear into both individuals.
Taylor: After the way I was ROBBED of my World Title match tonight, JUST so you could be shoe horned into my spot, Shaun, I had better not see you fail to kick Kirian’s ass until there’s no more ass left to kick.
Shaun: Relax Tay-Tay, you know how long I’ve been waiting to get my hands on Ba’al.
Taylor: Yeah, and Kloe knows how long I’VE been waiting to beat the shit out of Ba’al too, but am I facing him tonight? Am I getting my World Title shot I EARNED? No.
Kloe: *Sigh* Tay, we’ll talk later.
Taylor: Sure, talk all you want, talk until your blue in the face, but you damned well I should be the one facing Ba’al tonight, that I was screwed out of my World Title shot and YOU should have done something about it.
Scott: Really? Where’s the justice, Kloe?
If it wasn’t bad enough that Taylor is verbally skewering Kloe, now Scott Cannon is joining in. He steps forth with a towel draped across the back of his neck and his head giving that all too familiar judgmental shake.
Scott: I’m really not surprised. I told Tay what would happen when you made your overhyped debut as Majority Owner. You know what Karen McBride did was wrong, that she tried to FORCE herself into the World Title match here tonight then pulled herself out of the World Title match, then instead of simply reinserting Tay into the title picture, she puts Shaun in instead. What sense does any of this make? It’s an absolute jumbled mess that you were in the perfect position to fix, and yet all you did was precisely as I predicted, nothing….absolutely nothing.
Kloe: Scott, Tay, this isn’t the time nor the place for this.
Shaun: And what business is this of yours, Shaun? Who appointed you as Taylor’s grand protector? Newsflash mate, she has a protector, my brother.
Scott: Yeah, and he’s done such a wonderful job of it hasn’t he?
Shaun: He’d still be here fighting for her right now if certain people hadn’t turned their backs on him in his hour of need.
Scott: Careful Shaun, you remember what happened to the last person who came in and made wild insinuations about my motivations. Wonder whatever happened to Lethal Weapon.
Kloe: Gentlemen…gentlemen ENOUGH. We’re losing focus on what’s important right now.
Taylor: Yeah, me getting fucked over.
Kloe: No, our opportunity to fire a crippling shot into the heart of the Sinistry. I know we all don’t see eye to eye, but the one thing we can agree on, is that something needs to be done to break the strangle hold the Sinistry has on the soul of the IWC, and Shaun is in the best position to do that NEXT. So rather we like it or not, it’s happening, and the two of you….(points between Tay and Scott)…can either keep standing here bitching and moaning about it, or you can help.
Kloe tugs on Shaun’s wrist and pulls him around Scott and Tay. Both Cruze and Cannon maintain eye contact as the reckless Shaun finds focus in his pursuit of revenge.
Taylor: Where do they get off?
Scott: Don’t let those two get to you, Tay.
Taylor: It’s impossible not to when Shaun’s going out there to wrestle in the match I should be competing in.
Scott: Fair enough. But hey, look at the brighter side of things…
Taylor: If toy try to be optimistic, I swear I’ll slap you in the nuts.
Scott: Sounds like my idea of a good time. But really, you can salvage a few things from tonight, you got your revenge on Katelyn, and did you get to see the message I sent to Silas?
Taylor is hard pressed not to grin when Scott regales her with tales of the way he played and manipulated Mason into ALMOST getting Silas’ face crushed by Amanda’s fists.
Taylor: That was well played Scott, well played.
Scott: Yeah, just disappointed it didn’t play out the way I had hoped it would. But anyway, message sent, and hopefully Silas learns something from it. Now what do you say we wipe our hands clean of this whole sordid mess and hit the strip? Not often I’m back in Vegas, I can take you to all the local hot-spots, show you around the town.
Taylor: That sounds fun, but business first, Scott. We’re not through here.
Scott: Really? Because the two of us have already had a pretty long night.
Taylor: It’s not over yet. Because even though I’m not in the main event, that’s not going to stop me from having an impact on it.
Scott: Hmmm….I do love the way your mind works, Taylor.
Taylor: I’m sure that’s not the only thing you love about me.
Chase starts towards the ring and Scott watches her make her way down the corridor, craning his neck to get a more appeasing view.
Scott: You’re right about that.
BA’AL VS. SHAUN CRUZE:
WEAPON’S MATCH
We transition back to the ring to find Marcus Mayfield sliding inside, the NEW Head Referee and old school grappler, slides into the ring ready to officiate this hotly anticipated Weapon’s Match. The striped shirt fits him quite nicely, but it remains to be seen how HE will fit into this pending confrontation. Greyson Lovejoy and Sparkles once again provide their twisted take on the match many have been yearning to see since the day the Sinistry crucified Shaun’s brother, Orlando Cruze.
Greyson: Marcus Mayfield about to fulfill his role as the NEW Head Referee here in the IWC, but talk about a trial by fire. He has to try and control all the moving parts of what is undoubtedly going to be the most insane match any of us have ever seen.
Sparkles: Marcus has it easy. This is a Weapon’s Match for God sakes, there are no rules. All he has to do is make the count….my wing-man Stuart Wright could have done that.
Greyson: You and the Sinistry may like Stuart, the FORMER Head Referee, but he was as crooked as a two dollar bill. Marcus prides himself on being a man without bias, an old school vet of this game, who yearns to return wrestling to the art-form it USED to be.
Sparkles: Thanks Lovejoy, I needed that nap.
Marcus settles in, leaning forward with hands on his knees and mind prepared for anything that is about to happen, including the arrival of the Sinistry.
The arena lights cut completely and an eerie glow emanates from the screens as the speakers burst into life with a creepy sounding version of a child’s nursery rhyme, sending shivers down the spines of those in attendance and probably those at home too.
“Ring… around… the ro…sie…
Pocket… full… of po… sies
Ash-es… Ash-es…
We all… fall… down…”
As the nursery rhyme comes to it’s disturbing end, crimson pyrotechnics explode on either end of the stage and “Gib Mir Deine Augen” by Rammstein replaces the nursery rhyme on the speakers as the name ‘Ba’al’ begins to slowly dissolve in on the screen in what appears to be blood. Smoke begins to bellow across the stage as the lights around the stage take on an eerie red hue. The curtains open and slowly, the silhouette of three…no…FOUR individuals can be seen stepping through them onto the stage.
The curtains slowly open to accommodate the arrival of head of SIN security, Hunter Locke, the dedicated Decay, the ‘Suicide Queen’ Rachel Foxx, and the man who stands at the epi-center of them all, SIN Champion, Ba’al.
Greyson: Just as Kloe Masters speculated, Ba’al comes to the ring with plenty of back up provided by his loyal followers and his wife, Rachel.
Sparkles: You didn’t have to remind me that Rachel was out here.
Greyson: Something tells me we’ll be given a few reminders throughout the course of this match that Foxx-Frost is at ringside. You know she’s spoken for now, she and Ba’al recently tied the knot.
Sparkles: Well thanks for killing that dream.
Greyson: That’s what I’m here for. And speaking of dreams, Ba’al is about to face an absolute nightmare. Shaun Cruze is on a homicidal tirade when it comes to anybody Sinistry, and Ba’al, he’s the centerpiece of the group, evident by the championship upon his shoulder.
Sparkles:A title he was lucky he didn’t have to defend against Tater-Tits tonight.
Ba’al’s good fortunes are about to be tested, especially when he goes out of his way to willfully antagonize those he’s slated to battle. A microphone is elevated to his lips, which produce some rather vile rhetoric.
Ba’al: I am disappointed.
All in the Sinistry hang their heads, watching the ramp pass under their feet.
Ba’al: You all agree with my disappointment, yes?
The fans are never in league with Ba’al.
Ba’al: We all anticipated a defense of my SIN Championship this evening against Taylor Chase, however, those plans did not manifest, and instead I face a man this evening who is nothing but an embodiment of wrath, envy and pride. A man, who unlike Taylor, is undeserving of the SInistry’s aid. Yes, it was my intention to defeat Chase this evening, striping her of her avarice desires, so that she could find her place alongside her ‘sestra’ Mika, setting the two down a new path of both purity and enlightenment. Those plans have been ruined by the impulsive actions of Herr Cruze, and his corruptive influence over the Principle Owner, Karen McBride.
Ba’al, Decay, Hunter Locke and Foxx make their way up the steps and all at once fill the ring, while the champion’s words continue to fill the minds of the fans.
Ba’al: I shall not stand by this injustice. I will not wrestle this evening unless I am facing an opponent who has justly earned….
”Awake and Alive” now hits over the PA system, at last ending Ba’al’s verbal tirade. He turns to the stage while Hunter, Rachel and Decay wisely turn to the other sides of the ring given Shaun’s panache for guerilla warfare tactics, constantly assaulting Ba’al from every conceivable angle.
Greyson: Where is Shaun going to come from next?
It takes more than Shaun’s music to put an end to Ba’al’s words. Cruze himself, in the flesh, in the fury comes rushing straight down the ramp, taking on the Crown Prince of Sin one on one, face to face, no attacks from being, he’s coming full force, straight on.
Greyson: Here he comes.
Sparkles: Shauny Boy going right after the pale champion.
Shaun reaches the ring with gavel extending from palm. He slides in with the weapon but before he can put it to use, Ba’al goes rolling right out of the ring opposite to the side Shaun is about to enter, and now that the SIN Champion has put a buffer zone between he and Cruze, he allows a plague of laughter to infect the audience’s ears.
Ba’al: Shaun, my boy, in the build to this match I have been left indulging a number of quandaries, yet the most vexing question that consumes me is this….what have you done to truly deserve an opportunity to face the SIN Champion this evening? Unlike Taylor Chase you have beaten no one, you have done nothing, you were merely gifted this opportunity without demonstrating why you are worth it. So Shaun, I have decided this evening, that before you have the chance to face me, you will collide with my beast, Decay, and if you are fortunate to best him, then and only then will I step into the ring against you.
Shaun is shaking his head and mouthing the words ‘Kloe and Karen,’ before Ba’al allows more chuckles to filter through the microphone in the champion’s grasp.
Ba’al: I do not answer to McBride or Masters. I do not acknowledge their power, so I will not agree to any matches or stipulations they wish to subject me to. SIN is the prevailing force, and McBride and Masters represent the decaying ruins of the Independent Wrestling Cartel, a federation that should have perished when I reached into your brother’s chest and ripped his soul from his ruined body.
Every word intensifies Shaun’s grip on the gavel.
Ba’al: But I am a man capable of compromise. Defeat Decay, and then I might consider you worthy of facing me.
Decay is already cracking his knuckles and mashing his teeth, so eager to begin cracking and mashing something else, every bone in Shaun’s body. In spite of the daunting threat that Decay poses, Shaun climbs up onto the apron and prepares to enter the ring, fully prepared to fight through anyone it takes to get to Ba’al. The very methods that Ba’al has employed continuously over the past few months to soften the Champion’s opponents, namely Shaun, are about to be utilized again to ensure Cruze’s disposal.
Greyson: Didn’t Shaun already have to wrestle Decay four weeks ago on Riot?
Sparkles: Why are you asking me? If it doesn’t have boobs, then I’m not paying attention to it.
Greyson: Shaun kinda has boobs.
Sparkles: Yeah, but not the type I’d like to motorboat.
Cruze begins to slide through the ropes into the waiting hands of Decay, when suddenly Nate Barlow, a member of the Cartel tasked with protecting Shaun, comes rushing right down the ramp. He slides into the ring and cuts Cruze off at the pass, refusing to let him get in there and fight Decay. The monstrous Decay will not turn back, stepping forth, grabbing Nate by the shoulder and spinning him around to make him pay for his interference. However, Barlow immediately responds via the boot that he nails across Decay’s stomach, doubling him over. Decay is staggered by this shot and then further surprised when Nate charges in to deliver the clothesline.
However, Nate rushes into the open palm of Decay, catching the Cartel member across his throat then pushing him back into the ropes. Barlow bounces off and comes back in at Decay, who goes for the Brogue Kick. However, Nate now catches the inbound boot right in front of his jaw. He pushes it away and sends Decay spinning in a circle before Nate cocks back his fist and launches it right at Decay’s face. The punch carries Nate forward right into Decay’s open palm. The most devout member of the SInistry prepares to chokeslam Barlow right through the canvas only to have his plot derailed when Shaun Cruze steps in and nails Decay right across the cheek with the gavel.
The blow knocks Decay back a few steps, falling into the ropes then stumbling forward into a powerful spear to the ribs. Nate drives his entire weight into Decay’s ribs, knocking both men down and then sending them both spilling under the ropes to the outside.
Greyson: So much for that….Decay taken out by Nate Barlow of the Cartel.
Sparkles: Funny, Shaun had to save Nate, shouldn’t it have been the other way around?
Ba’al looks annoyed as he watches Nate and Decay roll to the outside, exchange fists as they battle up the ramp towards the backstage area. Once the two powerhouses have vanished, Ba’al, Locke and Foxx are left to stare down Shaun and the weapon in his hand. Cruze shouts at them from the center of the ring, insisting that one, if not ALL of them enter and face his WRATH.
Ba’al: You think you have forced me into compliance? I do not bend to the will of any man, Herr Cruze. You will still prove your worth as a fitting opponent…Hunter Locke!
The barrel chested Head of Sin Security emerges from behind Ba’al’s back.
Ba’al: Enter the ring and force Shaun to show me he is an adversary capable of giving me a challenge.
Locke: Yes.
Hunter’s services are drawn upon, the powerful and imposing mass sliding into the ring before Shaun, who has backed into a corner and itching to fight out of it.
Greyson: Now Hunter Locke being sent in to fight, Shaun? Didn’t Cruze have to battle Locke two weeks ago?
Sparkles: Boobs, Lovejoy, boobs.
Greyson: Oh yeah, sorry, won’t ask again.
Locke is about to supply Shaun with the fight he’s been begging for. The two men who have crossed paths numerous times over the past couple weeks prepare to wage battle once again. They inch towards one another before finding themselves separated by miles. Alex Clayton of the Cartel at last catches up with Shaun, sliding into the ring, bound and determined to fulfill his oath to protect Cruze this evening.
Greyson: And now there’s another member of the Cartel….
Sparkles: One of the dudes tasked with being Shaun’s protective detail headed into this match?
Greyson: Apparently he couldn’t shake them forever.
Alex puts his hands on Shaun’s chest, trying to push him back and out of the ring before Locke intervenes. The Head of SIN security rushes in behind Clayton, catches him by the wrist and spins him around right into a knee across the ribs. Alex doubles over and is now placed in a waist-lock, Hunter showing some remarkable wrestling skill as he heaves Clayton into the air with a gutwrench powerbomb, or at least an attempt at it. Alex is just about to be driven into the canvas before having his face crushed by the CKO.
Shaun springs off the top rope and flies into a Superman punch that crushes Hunter’s jaw, causing him to drop Clayton to the canvas, just not in the form of the gutwrench bomb he was looking to deliver. Locke staggers back from the punch, trying to remain upright, and successfully staying on his feet just long enough for Alex to come diving into Hunter’s chest with a crossbody. Both men go flipping over the top rope and crashing to the mats.
Greyson: Yet again Shaun comes to the rescue of the Cartel…this is totally ass backwards.
Sparkles: And once more another of the Sinistry is being taken out of the equation.
Locke and Alex collect themselves at ringside before looking to shatter each other as they battle up the ramp and into the backstage area. A defiant Shaun picks up the gavel he dropped earlier and now BEGS Ba’al to step one foot into the ring. However, the SIN Champion remains unimpressed and as thus immobile.
Ba’al: Was that supposed to convince me, Shaun? It hasn’t. I still see nothing that makes you a worthwhile and viable threat. However, it seems that I am without assets who can properly test your….
Foxx: Hold it Mein Leibe.
Already Ba’al is shaking his head as Foxx takes the microphone from her husband and ignores his disapproving gestures. She moves up the steps and onto the apron.
Foxx: It should have been I who tested you first, Shaun. If you can SURVIVE the Suicide Queen, then and only then, would you become an appropriate challenger for my husband tonight.
Sparkles: Ooooh yeah….oooooh baby.
Greyson: Rachel stepping into challenge Shaun now, we saw her keep Cruze from getting his hands on Ba’al at NewAge a few weeks ago.
Already Zak Norton is in the ring, even beating Foxx inside. She pauses on the apron and leers at Zak, the third and final Cartel member, who is adamantly opposing Shaun participating in any qualifying match. Rachel looks at the microphone in her palm and then at the back of Zak’s head, he poses far too inviting a target. Foxx rushes in behind Norton and smacks him in the skull with the microphone, knocking the Cartel member forward right into Shaun.
Cruze spirals back into the ropes and Zak collapses on the canvas, clutching at his skull. Foxx is on top of him with headbutts being delivered to the back of his neck.
The Suicide Queen now takes off into the ropes at Zak’s side, ricocheting off and coming back in at her target only to have Nortin stand up and leap frog over Foxx. She ducks her head, rushes under Zak and then charges right into Shaun’s waiting arms. He catches her, heaves Rachel into the air then drives her down into the canvas via the C5. The Michinoku Driver plants the back of Foxx’s head viciously into the canvas and Zak is taking immediate advantage of it. Foxx rolls along to her feet and staggers back into the ropes before Norton comes charging in and delivers a forceful lariat that takes both he and the Suicide Queen over the ropes
The two hit the mats, pop back up to their feet and battle up the ramp to the backstage area.
Greyson: And now there goes Norton and Foxx.
Sparkles: Ba’al’s entire support squad taken out.
Greyson: The very same three individuals who have been helping Ba’al avoid confrontation over the past few weeks have just been removed by the Cartel.
Sparkles: Meaning, we get the Pale Champion, we get the Hairy Cruze, we get them both now, right?
Ba’al is not happy with the total bastardization of his plans, hence why he wears such a disconcerted expression upon his face. His mood further sours when seeing Shaun pick up the gavel, drop it at his feet then gesture for Ba’al to enter the ring. The hammer has been turned into a line in the sand that Shaun is challenging Ba’al to cross.
Greyson: No more excuses Ba’al, get in there and FIGHT Shaun.
Sparkles: Who cares if he gets in there and fights Shaun now, I stopped being interested in this match the moment Foxx stopped being at ringside.
Greyson: That not-withstanding, the time for Ba’al’s manipulation and reliance upon his forces has come to end. The Weapon’s Match commences right now.
With SIN Title slipping from his shoulder to his palm, Ba’al makes his way up the steps to the apron, resolving himself to this fight. He finally starts to enter the ring before Shaun’s foot dives at Ba’al’s face, going for the Morality right out of the gates. Ba’al ducks under the superkick however and then dives across the ring, grabbing hold of the gavel that Shaun threw to the canvas. Cruze then turns around and spots Ba’al racing towards him with gavel swinging. However, Cruze bends down, catches Ba’al’s knees to his shoulder and then back drops the champion over the ropes and to the outside of ring.
Ba’al flips over and lands on his backside across the mats, yet fails to react with even a grimace. He immediately rolls along to his feet and then finds himself removed from them when Shaun comes diving right over the top rope into a big awesome splash right into his target at ringside. The collision knocks Ba’al off of his feet and sends the Crowned Prince rolling into the barricade.
Sparkles: Shaun with a dive!
Greyson: Cruze throwing it all, himself included, right into the Champion.
Sparkles: Kinda seeing now why Ba’al wanted Shaun to wrestle those warm up matches.
Ba’al gets to his feet with the aid of the barricade he just rolled into, and then turns in time to spot Shaun rushing across the mats and diving into his opponent’s throat with a lariat. The clothesline carries both Ba’al and Shaun over the barrier and into the audience. The crowd clears out of the way, creating a vast opening for these two warring athletes.
Shaun drags Ba’al up to his feet by the wrist and then whips him through the screaming fans and into one of the retaining walls. Yet Ba’al reverses, instead sending Shaun charging into that wall, twisting and slamming spine first against the hardened structure. Ba’al then grabs a chair, lifts it up and rushes at Shaun only to have Cruze bounce right off the wall and right into a devastating dropkick to the steel elevated in front of his rival’s face. The chair bounces off of Ba’al’s face and his body goes spiraling towards the barricade, falling against it for support.
Greyson: What an insanely fast paced match this is.
Sparkles: Insane is pretty much the only way to describe ANYTHING on this show tonight.
The barricade continues to be the only thing that keeps Ba’al’s feet beneath him, because all his brain and body want to do is go down to the concrete. Shaun is going to put him there. Cruze rushes across the concrete right into the elevated boot of Ba’al, the heel catching Shaun under the chin and causing him to turn away from his opponent. In that split second that Shaun has his back aimed towards Ba’al, the Prince of SIN capitalizes in a big way, lunging into the air, catching Cruze around the neck then spiking the back of his head directly into the concrete with the Totalis.
Greyson: OH SHIT! OH SHIT! OH SHIT!
Sparkles: Uh-oh, you can smell it?
Greyson: Ba’al just-just-just gave Shaun a God forsaken Totalis on the exposed concrete.
Sparkles: Cruze’s night is over.
Greyson: Forget his night, his very life may be at risk after that.
An insidious grin creeps across Ba’al’s face as he sits upon the canvas and eyes the wailing Shaun from the corner of his eye. Shaun hasn’t moved an inch, not even in response to the piercing ‘holy shit’ chant from the thousands in attendance. Many can’t scream at all though, too busy cupping their mouths and shaking their heads in response to the Totalis across the floor.
Finally Ba’al gives the crowd even further cause to scream at the top of their lungs. He takes Shaun around the neck, rolls him to his feet and then drags him up into a pulling piledriver ight across the concrete.
Greyson: ANOTHER collision with the concrete!
Sparkles: If they both die does that mean Yvonne Knight and Rachel Foxx would be free for a three way?
Greyson: They would be…I’m sure they wouldn’t take you up on the offer, but they would be. You’ll just have go to on fantasizing about it.
Sparkles: That’s’ good enough for me, but bad for my bed sheets.
After two deadly drops right on his head, Shaun lays across the ground absolutely motionless. He can’t even raise an eyebrow without being overcome with agony. And Ba’al, he’s STILL not done inflicting brain damage. He grabs Shaun around the neck, forces him over to his seat then heaves Cruze into a SECOND pulling piledriver across the floor.
Greyson: Not another one!
Sparkles: Ba’al’s not gonna stop until he hears the snap, crackle, pop.
The fans have raised a loud alarm in response to Shaun’s repeated plunges into the concrete, which have left him incapable of even twitching. Ba’al is finished driving Shaun’s head into the ring, and instead of using it to pull Cruze along towards the ring. Shaun is tossed indiscriminately over the barricade, rolling across the mats towards the apron.
Shaun gingerly reaches for the ring, grabbing at the tarp hanging from the side and using to begin pulling himself up to his feet. He is no sooner upright before he’s being grabbed by the shoulder, dragged to the barricade and having his head extended over it. The side of Shaun’s head rests against the edge of the barricade and the other side of Shaun’s head is now being hit with a steel chair.
Greyson: NYOOOOO!
Sparkles: Game over man, game over!
Not only has Ba’al’s modified con-chair-to just turned Sparkles into Lt. Hudson of Aliens fame, but it has turned Shaun into a drooling mess.
Greyson: Ba’al, a FORMER NHB Champion, taking full advantage of these Weapon’s Match rules by trying to KILL Cruze.
Ba’al takes the chair that he used to sandwich Shaun’s skull and now opens it. He puts the chair around Shaun’s head, the seat wedged right in front of Cruze’s face and the back support hooked across the back of his neck. Shaun is forced up to his feet by his wrist then Irish whipped into the turnbuckle post. The chair wrapped around his head smashes against the barricade and crushes Shaun’s head inside of it. He then goes twisting right down to the mats. The chair falls off of Shaun’s head and his body goes totally limp.
Greyson: Dear lord, the human body is NOT designed to be subjected to brutality like this.
Sparkles: Yeeeeah, and Ba’al knows that, hence the grin on his face.
The grinning Ba’al forces Shaun along by the wrist, dragging the unconscious body towards the ring. The Champion pulls Shaun up to his feet and throws him into the ring. The moment Ba’al enters his eyes upturn to the rafters, gesturing for something.
Ba’al: Descend unto me!
A harrowing roar emanates from the fans at the sight of a human sized crucifix lowering from the rafters.
Greyson: Oh no….oooooh no.
Sparkles: That’s the same crucifix Shauny Boy’s brother was tied to.
Greyson: It seems that history is repeating itself, Shaun receiving the very same fate that befell his brother.
An unconscious Shaun can’t even see the crucifix dropping down behind his wounded head, a head that falls into Ba’al’s clutches. The Crown Prince of Sin lifts up on Shaun’s mangled skull and points to the crucifix.
Ba’al: I warned you, Shaun, that if you went down this route, that you would be remembered for nothing more than the blood stains you’ve left upon this canvas. Did I not tell you this? Did I not warn you that you were destined to feel the same pain, heartbreak and humiliation as your brother? Why did you not listen to me, Shaun, if you only had listened.
Ba’al is shaking his head while dragging Shaun along by his. He pulls Shaun to his knees in the direction of the crucifix. He now pauses just short of the wooden structure, pulling back on Shaun’s head and swinging it into the cross. Shaun’s skull bounces off and then he falls limp chest first against it, his body slanted from the crucifix.
The crowd has now started to chant Shaun’s name, trying their best to motivate Cruze and keep him from being crucified by the World Champion.
It takes far more than simple belief and a handful of chants to stop Ba’al however. He truly believes his actions are righteous and that Shaun’s crucifixion is justified. Ba’al forces Cruze up to his feet and throws him back first into the cross before grabbing one of the straps and attempting to force Shaun’s arm against it. However, Shaun suddenly begins to complicate matters for the Champion.
Shaun resists, keeping his arm from being pinned to the beam. As a result Ba’al begins to deliver headbutts to Cruze’s chest and skull, trying his best to soften him up and leave him susceptible to this crucifixion. These blows prove unsuccessful in forcing Shaun’s compliance, prompting Ba’al to step back and get a running start behind a spear. He lunges right at Shaun mounted across the cross leaning diagonally against the ropes and Ba’al connects…connects right with the wooden beam.
Shaun clears out of the way and Ba’al’s face is demolished against the post thanks to his own forward momentum.
Greyson: Ba’al’s head bouncing right off the weapon HE brought into play.
Sparkles: He definitely screwed the pooch on that one. Which believe me, most dogs don’t make that very easy.
Greyson: Oh I will definitely be taking your word for it on that one, Sparkles.
Ba’al’s head bounces off the post and his body goes twisting away from it right into the Morality. Shaun staggers in and delivers the forceful superkick…and it connects, with the wooden beam. Ba’al ducks his heads and Shaun’s leg buckles on impact against the post, causing him to cry out in anguish. He then turns his back to Ba’al, who takes advantage in a big and destructive way. Ba’al leaps into the air, lands on Shaun’s back and goes for the Totalis.
Just before Shaun can be subjected to this devastating leaping reverse bulldog, he pushes back and powers Ba’al spine first into the wooden cross. Ba’al’s body is driven into the cross and his arms detach from Shaun’s back, affording Cruze the opportunity to go staggering forward.
But the unstoppable juggernaut that is the Prince of Sin, shakes off the effects of his back first collision with the cross, then rushes towards Shaun. Ba’al rushes right into the MORALITY!
Shaun delivers the superkick right on Ba’al’s button….hitting the off switch on Ba’al’s brain and sending the champion crashing to his back. At the same time Cruze falls flat on his face, both men laid out side by side, gasping for air.
Greyson: Ba’al walked right into a damned superkick that was delivered with such force his Great Aunt Edna probably felt it all the way back in the old country.
Sparkles: Yes, everyone has a great Aunt Edna, even me, and I’m stitched out of cotton.
The superkick was delivered with such force that Ba’al now lies there in a compromised state, ready to be pinned, but Shaun is unable to follow up. He tries to, but keeps falling straight back down on his face every time he even gets up into a crawling position. Finally Shaun rolls to his side, and keeps rolling until his arm at last drapes across Ba’al’s chest.
Greyson: Cruze kept from being crucified, but can he actually do it? Can he actually pin the SIN Champion?
Every fan in every corner of the world watches as Mayfield drops into position and makes the count.
1
2
REVENGE…will not be achieved this very second, because Ba’al launches his shoulder out from under Cruze.
Greyson: DAMMIT!
Sparkles: Ba’al is a beast, Lovejoy, a beast unlike the Kelcey Grammar version. I’m talking a beast like in the 90’s X-Men cartoon…
Greyson: Stop talking, please.
Sparkles: That’s easier said than done.
Greyson: Not really, I’ll just take my hand out of your ass.
Shaun and Ba’al are both looking spent after this highly competitive and very hard hitting confrontation. Somehow Ba’al is able to twist to his side and crawl towards the gavel that Shaun introduced into this equation. It remains to be seen if that gavel is going to come back to haunt Shaun, who is already haunted by enough. Every inch of him is strained just by standing up. He turns around despondently towards Ba’al, stumbling towards him and then reaching down and grabbing the champion by the shoulder. Suddenly Ba’al spins around and swings the hammer, swings the hammer right through the air and connects with the air.
Shaun steps out of the way at the last second, Ba’al’s momentum causing him to turn all the way around so that his back is aimed towards Cruze.
Shaun wedges his hands to Ba’al’s back, shoving him forward into the crucifix. Ba’al bounces off of the cross, twists and falls through the ropes to the apron. Although his head is still feeling very concussed at the moment Shaun still follows his opponent, stepping right towards the cross Ba’al is standing up on the opposite side of. Suddenly Ba’al leaps off the apron, grabs the top of the crucifix and pulls down, launching the lower section up and into Shaun’s jaw.
The sudden jolt to the jaw sends Shaun spinning away from Ba’al, who slides into the ring behind Cruze, leaps into the air and delivers the Totalis.
Greyson: TOTALIS! TOTALIS! TOTALIS!
Sparkles: Did your balls just fall off or something to get your voice that high pitched? I want to know, because I could really use a set of balls for myself.
The entire arena is chiming in with disbelief at the sight of Cruze and Ba’al taking the plunge to the canvas and the Totalis potentially fracturing Shaun’s neck. The Champion, who employs all his strength JUST pulling oxygen into his lungs, finds himself hard pressed to crawl into the cover. But that’s exactly what he’s doing, turning slowly, deliberately into the cover. He throws his arm over Shaun’s chest and Mayfield shows that he is truly unbiased by making the count.
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A count that culminates with Shaun kicking out.
Greyson And now Cruze kicks out!
Sparkles: I haven’t been this excited since they started televising the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleading auditions.
Sparkles isn’t the only one excited, hence why every single fan is screaming so loud and rising from the edges of their seats. Shaun, who is griping at his neck, slowly rolls away from Ba’al, who is unable to follow given the condition of his jaw after the Morality. Ba’al is trying to stand up a well but is having an equally as difficult time of it. That’s when he happens to stumble across the gavel, which gives him all the motivation Ba’al needs to lunge to his feet.
If the Totalis didn’t do it, if multiple piledrivers on solid concrete didn’t do it, if steel chair shots didn’t do it, the hammer will surely leave Shaun brain-dead. So Ba’al now prepares to put the weapon to use, prepares to employ the hammer to crush Cruze’s head.
Ba’al steps in behind Shaun, pulls the weapon back and prepares to swing it, just waiting at this point for Cruze to get up and rise into his own destruction. But Ba’al’s focus is suddenly redirected towards a more imposing threat. Scott Cannon and Taylor Chase are barreling down the ramp, beset upon the ring.
Greyson: Uh-oh, Chase and Cannon headed for the ring.
Sparkles: And you know this isn’t good for not only Ba’al, but Shauny Boy as well.
Taylor leaps up onto the apron and stubbornly tries to influence the outcome of the very match that SHE was supposed to be participating in. She gets one leg through the ropes before Mayfield is cutting her off. Chase’s eyes widen into an expression of disbelief at the sight of Marcus standing in her way and keeping her from interfing in the match.
Greyson: Look at Marcus, he’s actually keeping Taylor out of the ring.
Sparkles: A referee doing their job? Unthinkable!
Greyson: This is exactly why Kloe chose Mayfield to become the new Head Referee, he truly stands up for what’s right.
As Mayfield argues with Tay, the referee finds his back turned towards the action in the ring. Cannon is sliding into the ring behind Ba’al, who stands behind Shaun, who is just trying to stand period. Scott slaps his forearm against his palm then rushes across the ring and delivers the Skake Eyes, right across the back of Shaun’s head!
Ba’al ducks down at the last second and Scott’s elbow crushes Shaun’s skull.
Greyson: I don’t believe it! I can’t believe what we just saw!
The bullhammer elbow smashes Shaun across the back of the head and neck, sending him twisting to the canvas. Scott looks down at Cruze for a moment or two before shrugging his shoulders. That’s when Marcus turns around and spots Cannon in the ring, standing over Shaun, prompting the official to react to his outside interference. To the disbelief of everyone Mayfield leaves his feet and delivers a dropkick on Scott’s chest, knocking him to the canvas and sending him rolling to the outside of the ring. He spills to the mats and Mayfield rises to his feet shouting at Scott to keep his bloody arse out of this match.
Greyson: Mayfield going above and beyond as the referee here tonight.
Sparkles; A fighting referee, I like it.
Marcus continues to shout at Cannon who is seated at ringside, before Taylor rushes into the ring and avenges her best friend. She grabs Mayfield by the shirt, spins him around and begins to argue with him over putting his feet on Cannon.
The argument soon degenerates into a shoving match with Taylor pushing Marcus forcefully enough to knock him back through the ropes to the outside of the ring. Marcus crashes hard across the very mats that Cannon is still seated upon. Tay keeps her eyes so focused on Mayfield, that she doesn’t even spot FORMER Head Referee Stuart Wright sliding into the ring.
Greyson: Oh God, it’s Wright…
Sparkles: The best referee ever, and my best bud.
Greyson: He’s a Sinistry stooge is what he is. A Sinistry stooge that was replaced by Marcus Mayfield.
Stuart enters at the perfect time to make the three count for Ba’al, who has crawled into the cover, hooking both of Shaun’s legs.
Stuart’s hand slaps the canvas and the crowd wants to slap Stuart.
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The whole MGM Grand rumbles with suspense as the hand falls to the canvas for the third and final time…or at least it would if Shaun weren’t shooting his shoulder into the air.
Greyson: And Cruze kicks out even after that!?!
Sparkles: The Snake Eyes and Stuart Wright weren’t enough to put Shaun down?
Understandably Ba’al is not in the best of moods, hence why there is a flash of bitterness in his expression and a note of anger in his tone as he shouts at Wright to make a quicker count. That’s precisely what Stuart is about to do, spitting into his palms, rubbing them together and then going to make the fast count only to find his progression halted. Suddenly Wright finds himself spinning around and being dragged right into Chase’s shoulders. She heaves Stuart into the air, throws him over her head and catches the SIN referee with the True Story on his way down.
Greyson: Wright just taken out! Just taken out with the True Story!
Taylor knocks Stuart out cold, the referee crumbling at the feet of the former World Champion. Chase then spirals across the ring right into the waiting arms of Ba’al. He catches Tay by the back of the head and throws her through the ropes to the outside mats. Chase falls down right beside Mayfield, right beside Cannon, and now the only person standing is Ba’al, who shouts down at his rivals splayed across the outside mats then turns to his rival who has just risen to his feet behind him. Ba’al’s eyes widen before being closed by the gavel that Shaun swings right into his forehead.
Greyson: Holy….what!?!
Sparkles: Heeeey! That was the gavel Ba’al tried to use!
Greyson: Shaun busting him in the head with it.
The gavel drops and so does Shaun, he falls right on top of Ba’al, but will the champion remain beneath him for the three count? Mayfield has recovered and recovered in time to slide into the ring where the count is deliberate, is emphatic, and is final.
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The MGM Grand is absolutely electrified as Ba’al kicks out… a second after the count has been rendered, meaning Shaun has just picked up perhaps the most emotionally gratifying victory of his career.
Greyson: He’s done it, Shaun has done it, for his brother, for his family, for everyone who opposes the Sinistry, Shaun has done it!
Sparkles: What a grueling Weapon’s Match that saw Shauny Boy do what nobody thought he could do.
The damn near indestructible champion finds himself in an unfamiliar roll, looking through groggy eyes as another combatant has their arm raised in victory. Shaun stands over Ba’al, embracing a very hard fought and intense victory over the Sinistry’s proudest warrior.
Greyson: Tonight, stakes were raised, the game was elevated, the ante was upped.
Taylor and Scott stand up at ringside, glaring into the ring where Shaun is continuing to celebrate by method of now standing on the cross that is diagonally slanted against the ropes. He throws his fist into the air and gets a rousing response from the crowd. All the while Ba’al lays on his side, holds his forehead and stifles his rage.
Sparkles: Upping the Ante will be a night none of us are gonna be forgetting any time soon.
Greyson: Not in a million years, Sparkles. Not in a million years are we going to forget everything that went down here tonight.
Sparkles: Not even if I take a drill bit to my temple. Join us on Riot, find out just how fucked shit is about to get.
The final moments of Upping the Ante find Taylor staring from the ramp right back at Ba’al, who kneels on the canvas clutching at the welt on his forehead and promising revenge. All the while Shaun stands on the ropes and continues to hear the applause of the masses.
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