VIDEO
Instead of your screens being inundated with a montage of chaotic images and some generic easily interchangeable rock track to usher us into the End of the Year Special, we see a rather mundane but oddly eerie clip of a homeless man occupying a street corner. There is no tune provided in the background, just ominous silence as the gentlemen in his tattered and greasy clothing holds up a cardboard sign with a cryptic if not stereotypical message chalked across its surface.
“THE END IS NIGH”
The message, sans punctuation, continues to be held at chest level by the older gentlemen with grease smeared across his oily skin. At once, without being gently lowered, the sign falls to the concrete at the transient’s feet and his shoes now carry him towards the doors of one of the spiraling buildings behind him. The double doors leading to the interior of the stone structure are pushed open and at once his whole body is consumed in light.
RING-SIDE
Instantly we transition to the interior of the Manhattan Center, cameras focused on the ramp. The curtains hanging over the steel grating that comprises the stage open and through them stumbles the homeless man with fingertips tearing through his mitts and wrapping around the edges of another cardboard sign. He pauses upon the stage and slowly lifts the sign from his stomach to the area directly in front of his face. At first, if one were not reading closely enough, they would think the message scribed across the surface of the sign was identical to the one being preached for several weeks while he stood on the street corner. However, there is one word that has been altered that adds a sense of urgency to the message and gives it a far more foreboding nature.
“THE END IS ‘NOW’”
The message lacks punctuation, but the comment is given a figurative exclamation point when the cardboard sign lowers and reveals the transient’s pupil deprived jet black eyes. His laughter rips through the speakers and produces a chill that runs down the spines of every fan amassed within the Manhattan Center. The camera slowly zooms in on his dark, soulless eyes.
VIDEO
NOW you get the standard montage of chaotic imagery and easily interchangeable rock tune customarily associated with wrestling pay-per-view intros. The images extend to all the dramatic and violent images shared amongst the IWC roster, and the tunes are provided by Linkin Park belting out ‘The Final Masquerade.’
Tearing me apart with words you wouldn’t say,
And suddenly tomorrow’s a moment washed away.
‘Cause I don’t have a reason, and you don’t have the time,
But we both keep on waiting for something we won’t find.
Marie Jones and Abigail Lindsey consume a ring with a display of triumph as they stand hand in hand, lifting one another’s interlocked palms into the air. This video abruptly cuts to Abigail staring through the links of a cage door as Marie taunts her, stooping down outside of the steel mesh that imprisons her former friend. This brief glimpse of less tender times transitions into a legitimately touching moment as Taylor Chase and Orlando Cruze tug at heart strings by interlocking lips via a passionate kiss. This truly enduring scene now shifts to perhaps the most horrific visual in IWC history as Orlando’s bloody body hangs from a crucifix above a ring occupied by the very group who put him on the cross, the Sinistry.
The light on the horizon was brighter yesterday,
With shadows floating over, the scars begin to fade.
We said it was forever but then it slipped away,
Standing at the end of the final masquerade.
Now the screen is consumed with footage of Aiken Frost clapping for his wife Rachel Frost before abruptly transitioning to Aiken and his cold black eyes as he forces Rachel down the ramp by the chain attached to the dog collar around her neck. We end that garish scene and proceed it with a far more uplifting image capturing Sebastian Knight climbing a turnbuckle to pump his fists high above his head. Unfortunately this pleasant shot is instantly replaced by the ghastly scene of Knight having his neck split open and repaired in a hospital operating room.
The final masquerade!
Marie swings a baseball bat straight into the upper back of her former best friend, Abigail. Ba’al swings a gavel directly into the skull of the husband to the number one contender to his championship, busting Orlando’s brow wide open. Brittany Lohan drives a crowbar into the back of Sebastian Knight’s neck.
All I ever wanted, the secrets that you keep,
All you’ve ever wanted, the truth I couldn’t speak.
‘Cause I can’t see forgiveness, and you can’t see the crime,
And we both keep on waiting for what we left behind.
Ethan Von Aaron and Rachel Frost stand awkwardly in front of one another in the ring before cutting to Ethan dancing provocatively for Rachel, wife of Ethan’s rival Aiken. The screen is overtaken with a vision of Andre Jordan desperately trying to reason with Alana Starr in the middle of the ring at Last Stand before cutting to Jordan ripping up a contract that would have promised Starr a one on one match against Lohan. Almost a year later we find Andre in the ring pantomiming a title belt around his waist and pointing up the ramp at Alana taunting him by holding up her X-Class Title he will challenge her for.
The light on the horizon was brighter yesterday,
With shadows floating over, the scars begin to fade.
We said it was forever but then it slipped away,
Standing at the end of the final masquerade.
With the world rooting him on Gavin Taylor looks to be closing in on winning the X-Class Title from Alana at Upping the Ante, unfortunately the crowd’s shared expectations are dashed when Kordy enters the ring and saves her fellow GOOD Movement member Alana by spiking Gavin with the Can Opener DDT. Once again we see Aiken Frost imposing his will upon his wife, having her mouth covered in a chloroform rag before cutting to Rachel being forced to crush the skull of Chris Davids with a steel chair while he laid on the cold cement floor of the parking garage.
The final masquerade!
We segue all the way back to Reawakening Day when Chris took his initial stand against the Sinistry by spearing Rachel through a table slanted in the corner. We then see another clip of someone who defied the Sinistry, Mya Denton, who tapes the arms of Mordecai to a bottom rope, keeping him from being able to stand and break the ten count being made by the official during a Last Person Standing Match. Mordecai’s retaliation? A clip shows him obtaining revenge by throwing Mya head first through a car window several weeks after their Last Person Standing Match.
The final masquerade!
Desmond Drake stands on the stage holding Mya’s Goddaughter hostage while Mya mouths profanities under her breath in the ring. We cut to Lukas Montgomery spiraling through the ropes, being thrown through a table by New Eden before transitioning to Tina Valentine attacking Kordy with a trashcan. In response to this Kordy subjects Tina to the exact same treatment, brutally pummeling her fellow GOOD Member with a trashcan repeatedly.
Standing at the end of the final masquerade!
A hood pulls back from Kellen Jeffries’ face before he spits a fireball directly into Aaron Harrison’s eyes, obtaining bittersweet revenge at Reawakening Day for the incident that occurred a year prior at that exact same event when Harrison set fire to Kellen and put him out of action for 365 days. We see Harrison get a measure of payback by bashing Jeffries over the head with the very urn Jeffries claimed to hold Harrison’s ashes.
The light on the horizon was brighter yesterday,
With shadows floating over, the scars begin to fade.
We said it was forever but then it slipped away,
Standing at the end of the final masquerade.
Taylor Chase consumes the screen lifting the World Heavyweight Title above her head and repeatedly shouting the words “I DID IT.” This moment of flamboyance is replaced by a scene that conjures fear as Ba’al sits in the corner of a ring, his chilling smile ever widening as the camera circles his plotting face. We cut now to the closing moments of the World Title match at Extreme Fury, where Taylor is defending her World Title against Ba’al and Lucas Knight. She soon finds herself distracted though, when Kelcey Wallace, the best friend of Taylor, is dragged up the ramp by Ba’al’s Sinistry, and when she goes racing to Kelcey’s aid it ends up costing Taylor her title to Ba’al. He holds up the World Title in recognition of his victory even while being pelted by garbage by the outraged fans.
Standing at the end of the final masquerade!
Taylor’s father, Broderick Chase is battered and strung across a crucifix by Ba’al before being raised into the heavens. Ba’al’s wife, Rachel Foxx, finds herself on the receiving end of Taylor’s finisher the True Story. A gavel that Ba’al is about to swing into the skull of Taylor’s husband, Orlando, is driven right out of his hand by her leaping knee strike.
Standing at the end of the final masquerade
A car backs into Jessica Lasiewicz in the parking lot, and Tina Valentine appears behind the wheel of this vehicle. The video transitions into lightning striking the turnbuckles while Tina is standing in the ring, this pyro display knocking Tina off of her feet as her eyes adjust to a cloud of smoke on the stage that dissipates enough to reveal Jessica Lasiewicz. Amanda Blayze then takes over the screen being bashed in the face with the Queen of the Ring Title by Tina before switching to Blayze lifting Tina’s leg into the air, trapping her in the ankle lock in the middle of the ring.
Standing at the end of the final masquerade
A fast compilation of clips attempts to capture all of the rivalries that have been developing over a year and culminate to this one historic night. Mason Van Stanton and Gloria Noel fleeing from a gathering of ladies out to tear Mason apart, Serenity assaulting her own sister Brittany Lohan with a crowbar across the ribs, Selena Frost applying an armbar on Rain and forcing him into the submission, and finally Ba’al delivering the Totalis on Taylor, and Taylor delivering the TKO On Ba’al.
IN RING
A little razzle-dazzle kicks off what should be the biggest night of 2014, fireworks exploding from the turnbuckles, the scaffolding, stage, so on and so forth. While the bright lights and brighter explosions instigate quite a visceral reaction from the fans, it gets absolutely no response from either of the two individuals stood in the middle of the ring.
Kloe Masters: Welcome one, welcome all, to the END!
If there’s one thing the IWC knows how to do well, it’s fuck with the fans’ emotions. They go from an extreme high to crushing lows at the sight of Majority Owner Kloe Masters, and Principle Owner Desmond Drake standing in the center of the ring. The two supporters of the Sinistry, a group out to dominate and domineer the IWC, beam with pride even when the crowd responds to them with repulsion. The commentating duo of Sparkles and Greyson Lovejoy, puppet and ventriloquist are equally as dismayed as the fans in attendance, vocalizing their dejection from ringside.
Greyson: Ooooh wonderful, great way to reward our paying audience, starting this pay-per-view with Kloe Masters and her own personal Sparkles, Desmond Drake, standing in the ring yapping.
Sparkles: Desmond wishes he could be as suave and super sexy as Sparkles. The guy probably hasn’t even sprouted pubes yet.
Greyson: Well try as Kloe and Desmond may to sabotage any joy we get out of this event, it is still going to be quite a spectacle that I’ve been eagerly anticipating, as every ongoing feud, many of which waging for OVER a year, will come to a fitting conclusion right here tonight.
The second Greyson stops yammering, Kloe proceeds with words that grate at every nerve and twist every stomach. She steps forth to the very center of the ring so that her presence gets as much of the spotlight as possible.
Kloe: We here in SIN….
Masters intentionally employs the ‘rebranded’ name of the IWC.
Kloe:….wish to extend our gratitude to each of you for joining us on what promises to be a wild night to close out 2014.
Drake is eager to get even a touch of Kloe’s spotlight, his midget body moving to her side and standing on level with her thigh.
Drake: We know you fans are eager to get to the culmination of so many personal grudges (frowns) and intense rivals (gets into fighting posture and shakes fists), but we HAVE to take a moment and well….GLOAT.
As if the crowd wasn’t already sick enough.
Kloe: Dessie and I feel that we’re entitled to be a little boastful. We did after all, pull off what will go down in the history of professional wrestling as the greatest swerve EEEEEVER!
Drake: And speaking of history, that’s what we’ll continue to make right here in this ring tonight.
Kloe: As Desmond eluded to just a moment ago, there are a lot of personal rivalries set to end this evening, and there are also a number of careers slated to come to a close as well, ain’t that right Dessie?
Drake: One of those careers being Taylor Chase’s.
Kloe: It’s tragic ya know? Taylor thinks that tonight, when she faces our SIN Champion, Ba’al, that it will go down as the greatest moment in her career, buuuuut that’s the furthest thing from the truth.
Drake: Sorry honey-bunny, but you’re not beating our man Ba’al, and you sure as hell aren’t taking back the 50% ownership of the company that Kloe rightfully earned. That we worked so long aside the Sinistry and Ba’al to claim.
Kloe: Like it or not, Taylor, your husband sold me his shares and regardless of the outcome of your Cartel Chaos match with Ba’al, those shares will remain in my possession.
Drake: Not only will you fail to get back those shares and to take Ba’al’s SIN Championship, but after you fall flat on your narrow ass, you’ll never NEEEEEEVVEEEER receive a World Title shot again.
Kloe: You know what, Dessie, I’m sorry, but now that I’ve had a few weeks to think it over, that stipulation I placed on this title match tonight, where if Taylor wins she’ll never get another title opportunity, well, it just doesn’t-it just doesn’t….sound FITTING.
Drake: Your right, I think the consequences of her loss should be more DAMNING.
Kloe: Agreed. So here’s what I’ve come up with, are you ready Dessie?
Drake: Always partner.
Kloe: When Taylor loses her match against Ba’al tonight, she will be GONE from this company forever. I will fire her right on the spot.
Drake: I love it. Not only does Ba’al’s victory ensure you keep your 50% ownership, that when combined with my 25% ownership gives the Sinistry near absolute power, but after Taylor’s loss she will never again rear her mug in our federation.
Kloe: I think that would be a great close….
”YOU KNOW MY NAME”
These words EXPLODE through the PA system and the reaction from the crowd is equally as EXPLOSIVE. The moment the lyrics of this theme song strike Desmond’s ears he’s put in full fledged panic mode, already wanting to hide behind Kloe’s back. At last the curtains above the stage part and Orlando Cruze, Taylor Chase-Cruze’s husband, and FORMER 50% owner of the IWC comes stepping out of the entrance tunnel. He pauses in his daper duds on the stage, listening to the ovation that keeps growing louder and louder with every breath he takes. Greyson and Sparkles are JUST as pleased by Orlando’s presence as the fans, their excited voices heard in the background.
Sparkles: Oooooh hells to the yeahs.
Greyson: ORLANDO CRUZE has at last silenced these two idiots in the ring and boy he must be steaming mad based on the announcement Kloe just made regarding Orlando’s wife Taylor.
Sparkles: A decision at one time Orlando may have been able to veto, but he’s no longer president of the IWC after Kloe manipulated and forced him to sell her his shares.
For some reason the threat of Taylor Chase NEVER competing in an IWC ring based on the outcome of her title match, doesn’t seem to effect Orlando in the capacity that anyone would have assumed. Instead Orlando looks to be in good spirits.
Orlando: The two of you must be real-reeeeaaaal proud of yourselves, huh? You think your last minute changes to the World Title match has got Taylor in a bad way do you? WRONG-WRONG-WRONG. I’m not worried for a reason, because Tay will do what she always does, overcome obstacles and persevere.
Kloe: Awwwww, are you getting your dialogue off a Hallmark card again honey? Face reality, there is no way..NO WAY…your wife is going to take Ba’al’s title. I’m as certain of that as I’m certain the sky is blue, and your head will never again sprout a single hair.
Orlando: You’re THAT confident Ba’al will win?
Kloe: I’ve never been more confident of anything in my entire life.
Orlando: Fair enough. Well if you’re so confident then how about we add ONE MORE stipulation to the World Title bout.
Kloe: Pfft, like you’re in any position to make demands.
Orlando: How about you two (Kloe and Desmond) show just how confident you are in Ba’al’s talents by also putting Desmond’s 25% ownership on the line along with your 50% ownership Kloe. So if Taylor wins tonight, all of the Sinistry’s ownership transfers back to me.
Although the crowd is whole heartedly behind this suggestion, Desmond is adamantly opposed. He’s almost vetoing the idea before Orlando can finish putting it before congress.
Drake: You’re as stupid as you are ugly, Orlando. I’ve held 25% ownership of this federation for over a year, and I worked damn hard to get that control, so I’m not about to risk……..
Kloe: YOU’RE ON ORLANDO!
This announcement on Drake’s behalf has him leaping right out of his skivvies. He longingly looks up at Kloe, who doesn’t even return his gaze. Instead her passionate eyes are focused on the smile extending across Orlando’s face.
Kloe: We’ll put EVERYTHING we’ve got on the line in this SIN Title match, because we know there is no way imaginable that Tay-Tay is walking out of here with the belt around her waist. (Breaks into a breathless tirade) The Sinistry will defeat her…we will defeat everyone….after tonight…after the End of the Year Special…after so many bodies are left piled high in this ring…there will be no more opposition, there will be no more disruptions, there will be no more disobedience, the Sinistry will latch hold of this company’s heart and squeeze until all the filth has been pushed from the arteries. The Sinistry WILL HAVE CONTROL!
BACKSTAGE
And speaking of the Sinistry….
Aiken: It does not bear repeating that this evening holds particular significance to each of us in New Eden and the Sinistry.
A backstage corridor is where we find Aiken Frost surrounded by a bevy of ever so dangerous ladies. His New Eden collective stand in a semi-circle staring into the inky black eyes of their master, who gives Red Rayne, Mika Kozlov, Silk and Mogui, some last minute marching orders, on a night where Aiken’s brother, Ba’al, defends his SIN Title.
Aiken: Last week we saw our influence over this federation openly challenged by the IWC roster, and as recompense for their unlawful behavior, each of those who defied the Sinistry have been targeted tonight. I have assigned each of you a member of this roster who requires punishment based on their misdeeds.
The promise of targeting the roster almost encourages Rayne, Kozlov, Silk and Mogui to smile.
Aiken: Now go forth and punish the impenitent, starting with your target my dearest Mikala.
Mika begins to giggle without restraint as she is addressed by Aiken’s words and her cheek is embraced by the back of his fingers.
Aiken: Aaron Harrison, your former fiancée, he rallied the roster in their pathetic uprising. I expect that he will be swiftly dealt with during his pending Inferno Match?
All eyes close in on Mika, who suddenly bursts with a near euphoric response.
Mika: BURN BABY BURN….HAHAHAHAHA!
AARON HARRISON VS. KELLEN JEFFRIES:
INFERNO MATCH
Cameras shift to the ring where something WILL burn, be it the body of Aaron Harrison or Kellen Jeffries, the two men about to collide in this Inferno Match. ‘MONSTER’ pipes through the PA system and a man who potentially faces an incendiary fate comes stepping through the curtains, Aaron Harrison, Blacklist member and proud proponent of the shattered Orlando Cruze regime. Aaron comes stepping towards the ring where revenge awaits. Greyson and Sparkles do not shy from sharing their thoughts on Harrison’s descent down the ramp and into a ring where such violence prepares to be unleashed.
Greyson: Heeee’s baaaaaack.
Sparkles: Don’t remind me.
Greyson: The final Riot of 2014 closed with Aaron Harrison’s return, and the final IWC show of the year opens with him re-entering the ring for the first time in several months.
Sparkles: Yes-yes, we haven’t seen him since Kellen Jeffries threw him in a crate and set him on fire. A fate Harrison deserved after what he did to Kellen over a year ago.
Harrison backs into one of the turnbuckles and takes a seat, trying to remain cool in spite of the fact that things will get heated in a matter of minutes. The tunes of ‘Cocky’ makes this situation almost nuclear. Kellen Jeffries steps out as his intro track pipes through the speakers and his advisor, Spencer Klein, the very man who once navigated Harrison’s career, follows along right beside Kellen, his new associate. The pair referring to themselves as the NEW Blacklist inch towards a ring where one of the original Blacklist members is growing impatient.
Sparkles: Let’s go Kellen, let’s go Kellen, let’s go Kellen!
Greyson: I, like so many others, just cannot wait for this one….A match that has been building for well over a year. It was right in the middle of that ring back in 2013 when Kellen Jeffries was jumped by Aaron Harrison and the rest of the Blacklist, who then proceeded to set Kellen on fire. A year later Kellen shocked us all when he made his return and threw a fireball directly into Aaron’s face.
Sparkles: And this issue between Kellen and Aaron has only gotten even more personal since Kellen’s return.
Greyson: It’s been a long and winding road leading to these two fittingly colliding in an Inferno match, where the only way to end is by throwing your opponent into the fire that will surround the ring…WHOA!
Aaron has waited too damn long for this opportunity, evidenced as he rushes across the ring, rolls under the ropes and scrambles up the ramp, building momentum behind a devastating right hand across Kellen’s jaw. The tooth shattering strike knocks Kellen back and removes the cocky grin form his face. Spencer now attempts to exact revenge on Aaron, throwing a punch that is narrowly avoided. Aaron side steps Spencer, and then catches him by the back of the head, charging him down the ramp and then throwing him into one of the gas-lines that now runs along the apron. Spencer’s head bounces off this steel piping, knocking him off of his feet and down to the mats. Spencer quickly rolls away before he endures any further punishment, leaving Kellen to suffer Aaron’s wrath.
Greyson: Aaron already setting the bar for violence pretty high.
Sparkles: Pfft, predictable.
Greyson: He’s assaulting Spencer and Kellen before either man could reach the ring and the fire can be turned on around it for this Inferno match to begin.
Punches drill Kellen across his forehead and knock him back towards the barricade, one he is then given a Russian Leg Sweep directly into. Kellen’s back bounces off of the steel with enough force to send him ricocheting towards the ring. Luckily he rolls under the ropes and turns them into a barrier between he and Harrison.
Aaron won’t allow Kellen to employ those ropes as protection for very long. Aaron moves quickly towards the ring only to be stopped just short of entering it when an explosion of flames shoots up from the apron. Aaron leaps back and shields his eyes from the fire now erupting from the gas-lines…gas-lines activated thanks to Spencer.
Cameras cut to the control panel situated below the stage that operates both the pyrotechnics and the fire emanating from the apron. Instead of being controlled by a member of the ring crew, Spencer Klein has taken over hitting all the switches and toggles that control any pyrotechnics for the event. He presses just the right button to not only send flames erupting from the apron, but keep said fires burning so that Aaron has no chance of getting into the ring and getting his hands on Kellen.
Greyson: That son of a….
Sparkles: He’s a genius, Lovejoy, you have to admire Spencer’s brilliance. He’s keeping Harrison and Kellen apart with a wall of fire. That’s how your protect your own.
Greyson: That’s how you make a mockery of this match.
Aaron glares up the ramp at the man, Spencer, sneering back at him from behind the control panel. He then goes back to glaring in the ring, through the fire and into the snide grin on Kellen’s face.
Kellen: What are you going to do now Aaron, huh? You’re not Daenarys Targaryan bitch, you can’t walk through fire.
The arrogance displayed by Kellen is all at once challenged when Harrison carefully ducks under the fire consuming the apron and reaches beneath the ring. A ladder is extracted and now it’s Harrison who wears a sneer and shows some confidence. Kellen is shaking his head refusing to believe what he’s seeing as Harrison takes the ladder and leans it diagonally over the flames and against the top rope. He turns it into a modified ramp that he goes rushing straight up, stepping over the fire, over the top rope and into a Lou Thez Press onto Kellen. A series of rapid fire punches drill both of Kellen’s temples in spite of his best efforts to cover his skull.
Greyson: Harrison showing just how crafty he can be, finding a way into the ring in spite of the protective wall of flames.
Sparkles: Hmmm, I have to admit, that was pretty clever.
Greyson: And now the Inferno Match can officially get underway with one of these men about to go up like a candle.
Kellen grips his face and rolls across the ring, careful to stay away from the ropes and the flames beyond them. He rises to his feet but gets no further than his knees before being subjected to the punches Aaron has been waiting so long to deliver. These punches aren’t destructive enough for Aaron, so he decides instead to deliver a knife edge chop right across Kellen’s brow. That perfect mug of Kellen’s is almost shattered by the strike that sends him twisting along into one of the turnbuckles. He stands up with his back to the corner and his forehead subjected to even more strikes. Aaron steps up the corner in front of Kellen and begins to deliver punches to his forehead that has the crowd counting along.
They reach nine before the tenth and final blow is denied to Harrison and the crowd thanks to Kellen’s counter. He wraps his arms around Harrison’s waist, steps forward then drops back, trying to plant Harrison’s face into the top turnbuckle pad. However, Harrison grabs the ropes before he can slam into them and then lands on his feet across the middle cable. He quickly twists around to face an unsuspecting Kellen, who is already giving himself a pat on the back for taking out his opponent. That’s before he turns around and spots Harrison flying off the corner and catching Kellen with a double axehandle right across the face.
Kellen is knocked to his back but isn’t allowed to stay there for long. Harrison grabs him by the creases of the knees, turns his back to the ladder that he left slanted against the top rope leading up from the mats to the ring. Harrison drops back and catapults Kellen’s face directly into the hard steel top of the ladder.
The blow to his brow has Kellen’s forehead feeling like it’s on the verge of popping like a pimple and sends him staggering back right into Harrison’s grips.
Harrison charges Kellen by the back of the head straight towards the ropes, but more importantly towards the fire beyond them. Kellen suddenly stops, stoops and ceases his forward moment, pulling his head out of Aaron’s palm then wrapping his arms around his waist, going for a German suplex. However, Aaron starts running and dragging Kellen along with him towards the wall of fire. Aaron drops down right in front of the ropes, causing Kellen to fly over and fly towards the fire. At the last second Kellen is able to stop himself and prevent going up in a blaze.
Greyson: Kellen narrowly avoiding those flames.
Sparkles: He’s been burned enough by that twisted Harrison.
Not in Harrison’s opinion Kellen hasn’t.
Harrison lunges into the air behind Kellen and delivers a dropkick straight to his back, launching him into the ropes but not into the fire. Jeffries grabs the top rope, wrapping his arms around it and preventing flying over into the flames. Harrison then comes charging in behind him and grabs Kellen around the thigh, lifting up on the leg and trying to send Kellen flipping over the top rope into the fire.
Jeffries clamps onto the top rope as tightly as he can, refusing to feel his flesh smolder. Harrison lifts on the leg again but Kellen’s grip on the ropes won’t budge. Suddenly he throws a back elbow, one that connects directly to Harrison’s eyeball and sends him twisting away. Kellen wedges his shoulder to Harrison’s kidneys and lifts him into a back drop suplex position. But Kellen doesn’t drop Harrison with the suplex, instead he backs towards the ropes with the intent of sending Harrison flipping over them and into the fire.
The crowd squeals, wondering if Harrison is going to take that plunge into the flame but Harrison has other ideas. He flips back over Kellen’s shoulder, lands on his feet behind his opponent then wedges his hands to his adversary’s back, shoving him across the ring. Kellen charges into the far ropes, ricochets off and comes back in at Aaron, who stoops in anticipation of back dropping Kellen over the cables and into the fire.
He catches Jeffries’ ribs and lifts but Jeffries nails a knee right across his adversary’s face, blocking the attempt at the back drop and sending him stumbling back into the cables. He ricochets off and comes staggering into Kellen’s waiting shoulders, being heaved into a death valley driver, not into the canvas but into the fire. Kellen turns his side to the ropes and attempts to flip Harrison over them with the DVD into the wall of flames. However, Harrison reaches out and grabs the top rope with both hands, holding on tight and refusing to take the trip over the cables and into the fire.
Harrison kicks his legs frantically and fights back away from the ropes, but not out of the DVD. Kellen turns his side to the turnbuckle, charges across the ring and drives the top of Harrison’s head into the top turnbuckle pad. Kellen turns to the center of the ring and now prepares to deliver a standard but brutal death valley driver only to have his plans averted. Harrison slips off of Kellen’s shoulders, lands behind him and then waits for his nemesis to turn where he’s caught against Harrison’s shoulders and heaved into a fireman’s carry.
Harrison sets for his OWN DVD square in the middle of the ring only to have Kellen avoid it by digging his thumb directly in Harrison’s eyes. He slips off of Harrison’s shoulders and lands behind him, quickly taking his rival by the wrist and twisting his blinded prey into a fireman’s carry. Kellen then charges sideways towards the turnbuckle before throwing Harrison into a death valley driver that sends Harrison flipping into the corner and bouncing viciously from its surface.
Greyson: Oh Jesus…
Sparkles: Did he kill him? Did Kellen kill him? PLEASE tell me Kellen killed him…PLEASE. That would be like the greatest Christmas present since God created Silicon.
Greyson: A death-valley driver straight into the corner.
Immediately after delivering the DVD, Kellen rolls to the center of the ring and eyes Harrison desperately trying to pull himself back to his feet. He stands in time to be hit with a kick to the gut and then to be dragged into positon for a powerbomb, one of the running variety, one that will launch Harrison over the top rope and into the fire consuming the apron.
Kellen takes off across the ring and prepares to toss Harrison into the blaze only to have his opponent leap frog over his head at the last second. Harrison lands behind Kellen and then takes off into the ropes, ricocheting from them then building a lot of momentum as he comes back in at his opponent. Momentum that carries Harrison into a press, Kellen throwing him into the air and then catching him on top of his shoulders. Jeffries takes off across the ring and tosses Harrison into a buckle-bomb against the turnbuckle.
Greyson: Vicious bomb into the corner….
Sparkles: Tell me he’s dead…PLEASE just tell me he’s dead. That’s all I want for Christmas.
Greyson: We’ve seen Harrison survive much worse than that, Sparkles.
Sparkles: Yeah, but he’s been out of action for over a month. His body has probably gotten pretty frail and weak in that span of time. He’s probably about as durable as a member of the Golden Girls cast.
Harrison is no more brittle now that he ever was, evident as he manages to stumble out of the turnbuckle he was just powerbombed into and finds himself being heaved into a gorilla press. Kellen shows his immense strength, carrying Harrison across the ring and preparing to toss him over into the fire. Harrison drives his forearm down into Kellen’s temple, causing the gorilla press attempt to be broken, Harrison slipping off the palms and landing behind his opponent’s back. He then goes for a running lariat on Kellen’s neck only to have his opponent turn around and catch him with a gorilla press. Kellen rushes at another turnbuckle and prepares to toss Harrison into it only to have the move countered.
Harrison turns his body and falls down to the canvas feet first right in front of Kellen, catching him by the back of the head in the process, bending him over then hooking both of his arms. Harrison prepares to deliver the Hybrid Theory only to be shoved off and sent forcefully into the turnbuckle, ricocheting right off of into Kellen’s waiting arms. He heaves Harrison into a gorilla press, turns and then drops him down face first into the top turnbuckle pad….noooo….Harrison grabs the top rope on his way down and lands on feet first on the middle cable. He then turns around as quickly as he can and launches himself out of the corner into a double axehandle smash aimed at Kellen’s face. Only it’s Aaron’s testicles that take all of the punishment, he lands right on top of Kellen’s raised knee, succumbing to the atomic drop. Aaron grabs at his crotch and stoops forward, putting him in perfect position for the HYBRID THEORY!
Greyson: No….Don’t tell me.
Sparkles: Kellen’s gonna hit Harrison with the Hybrid Theory BABAY!
Greyson: This is going to be the biggest of insults against Harrison.
Kellen licks his lips in anticipation of driving Harrison’s face into the canvas, but it’s Kellen who takes the punishment. Harrison stands up straight and Kellen ends up dangling over his back, trying to hold onto Harrison’s arms even he now hangs upside down over his target’s shoulders. Harrison suddenly takes the creases of Kellen’s knees, turns to the corner and then delivers an Alabama Slam, driving Kellen’s spine right into the turnbuckle.
Sparkles: NOT FAIR! That turnbuckle has been abused almost as much as my penis after a Sienna Swann workout montage.
Jeffries’ back bounces off of the corner and he now goes staggering forward into Harrison’s waiting arms. Harrison hooks Jeffries around the arms, heaving Kellen up into the air and going for the Hybrid Theory once again. But this time Kellen is able to counter in the exact same fashion as Harrison did just a few moments ago. Kellen stands up straight with Harrison hung over his back and turns to the corner, about to deliver the Alabama Slam….NOPE…Harrison wraps his arms around Kellen’s waist and flails his legs until they are out of his opponent’s grips. He slides right down Kellen’s back and catches him with a sunset flip.
Naturally Harrison is NOT going for a pin though, considering this match only concludes by virtue of setting your opponent on fire. Instead Harrison allows Jeffries to roll out of the sunset flip and over to his knees, which is as far as his adversary will allow him to get. Harrison steps towards Kellen and begins to hook the arms once again in order to deliver the Hybrid Theory.
Harrison gets Kellen up to his feet but not into the air, because the Man-God manages to wedge his hands to Harrison’s stomach and shove him back. The push sends Aaron twisting face first right into the hardened steel top of the ladder that is STILL slanted against the top rope. Harrison’s forehead ricochets off the hardest section of the ladder and now falls to his knees, left completely at the mercy of his nemesis.
Kellen is about to take full advantage of this and truly…TRULY enjoy every second of it. He comes bolting right at his arch rival, Kellen reaching out for Harrison but finding a face full of ladder. Harrison reaches up, grabs the top rungs of the ladder that are slanted over the top rope, then pulls down on them with all his force. The ladder is turned into a see-saw, the bottom and middle halves flipping from the outside mats over the top rope and smashing right into Kellen’s forehead.
Greyson: Ladder into the face! And you know those rungs have to be red hot after being slanted over those flames for so long.
The ladder cracks Kellen directly in the head but doesn’t take him down, instead he just teeters between his feet with his eyes drifting into the back of his head. He instantly wishes he had just gone down instead of selling the extent of that ladder bashing across his skull. Because he is still on his feet long enough to receive a boot to the gut and have his face slammed into the ring with the Hybrid Theory.
Sparkles: Stop hitting the face dammit!
Greyson: HYRBID THEORY FINALLY UNLEASHED!
Sparkles: Don’t get so amped up, Lovejoy, because Harrison can hit Kellen with that move all day long if he wants to, it doesn’t matter. He has to put Kellen into the fire and that’s the ONLY way he can win.
Sadly Sparkles is right for once, there can be no pinfalls, which is a shame for Harrison considering he has Kellen primed to be covered. Though it might actually be less to Harrison’s dismay, and more to his delight, for now he gets the opportunity to watch Kellen burn. He grabs Jeffries by the hair and drags him along to his knees while calling his shot, Harrison pointing right at the fire that he intends to throw Jeffries through.
Greyson: I think Harrison heard you, Sparkles.
Sparkles: Really? If he’s paying attention to me he would have asphyxiated himself with a plastic bag ages ago.
Greyson: Let go of your Harrison hate already.
Sparkles: NEVER. He kicked me into the audience, Lovejoy.
Greyson: That was almost a year ago though.
Sparkles: Well this match just proves that time does not heal all wounds.
After having the ladder slammed upside his skull and his head driven into the ring with the Hybrid Theory, it seems Kellen is destined to be cremated. Aaron is going to assume the role of mortician, pulling Kellen along to his feet and then charging him across the ring right on the cusp of putting his body into the fire only for Aaron to feel burned himself. He suddenly finds himself simmering when he spots his ex-fiancee Mika Kozlov standing at ringside with a steel chair in her hand. Her dark, inky eyes reflect the image of a distressed Harrison, who drops Kellen in favor of pointing at the woman he once adored, the woman who assisted his opponent this evening in setting fire to Harrison several weeks ago.
Harrison: You don’t want to be out here right now, Mika. I’m fucking warning you.
Mika: Why, are you going to hurt your beloved Mika again?
Mika’s words penetrate the wall of flames that separate her from the man she betrayed by joining the Sinistry, by becoming a member of Aiken Frost’s New Eden. In spite of the burning embers popping up in front of Harrison’s face he can still see Mika’s grin and hear her every demonic giggle. The very same laughter that filled the arena the very night Mika aided in placing Harrison in a crate and setting said crate on fire.
Harrison is so immersed in the visual of Mika with the steel chair in her hand that he has no clue that Kellen is rushing in from behind. Jeffries grabs the back of Harrison’s head, charges him across the ring and tosses him through the ropes into the fir….noooo….Harrison manages to extend his foot and place it to the middle cable before he can be launched through it.
Greyson: Kellen attempting to capitalize on the distraction Mika just created but Aaron….he’s-he’s fighting this for all he’s worth.
Sparkles: I love how Mika just keeps tormenting her former Blacklist teammates. Actually, I just love everything about Mika period.
Greyson: How come you can forgive Mika and not Harrison, she was a member of the Blacklist when they attacked us all those months ago.
Sparkles: Because she’s got a smoking hot body.
Greyson: Well speaking of smoking, if Harrison doesn’t fight this he’ll be smoking literally.
Harrison keeps his foot wedged to the ropes, pushing him back from the very cables that Kellen is oh so determined to toss him through. Mika stands right on the opposite side of the flames that Harrison is about to be thrown into, spreading open her arms like she’s inviting her former lover into a hug.
Mika: Come to me, Cowboy. Show me how much I mean to you. Walk through the fire for your beloved Mika.
Uproarious laughter follows Mika’s demands but a different type of uproar fills the lungs of the fans when Lukas Montgomery comes stepping right up behind her. Mika is unaware that her former Blacklist ally, and Harrison’s sole remaining friend, is narrowing in upon her before it’s almost too late to prevent falling into Montgomery’s clutches. He grabs Mika by the shoulder, twists her around and then delivers a kick to her gut, driving her back almost directly into the fire.
Lukas: I’ll burn whatever demon Aiken put in your body right out of you!
Montgomery rushes down the ramp with the intent of spearing Mika back into the fire shooting out of the apron only to have his target dive out of his way. Mika takes off giggling, leaving both the chair she brought to ringside, and Montgomery behind. But her former Blacklist compatriot won’t allow Mika to escape scathe free, having allowed her far too many free passes in the past. He begins to pursue her as Mika flees into the crowd only for Montgomery to stop and look back to his friend Harrison in the ring.
Lukas: You can thank me later.
Montgomery now goes leaping over the barrier, following the exact same path that Mika cut through the crowd. Montgomery’s intervention in Mika’s attempted interference in this match has turned the tide back in Harrison’s favor, rallying the Blacklist member into throwing a back elbow to Kellen’s ribs. He stumbles back from Aaron, clasping at his mid-section but soon clasping at Harrison’s chest.
Harrison charges at Kellen only to be caught right across the sternum, on the brink of being subjected to the Best Damn Finisher Ever. The flip over Rock Bottom is seemingly seconds from putting an end to Harrison, only for Harrison to save himself via the back elbow once again. He nails Jeffries in the back of his skull with repeated blows that breaks Jeffries attempt at the flipping rock bottom and sends him stumbling towards the ropes. He falls with his back against the cables and turned to the flames rising up behind him. Harrison then comes charging in to clothesline Kellen over the ropes right into those flames only to Kellen catch him across the chest and set up once again for the Best Damn Finisher Ever OVER the ropes and INTO the flames.
Sparkles: Put him through the fire already!
Kellen heaves Harrison into the air and is about to drop back tossing Harrison through the fire, but instead it’s his opponent who falls back. Harrison catches Kellen around the neck then falls back into a devastating snap DDT. The crowd expresses such glee in reaction to Harrison’s counter, one that has granted him a stay of execution.
Sparkles: Damn you Kellen, damn you! Can’t you finish this man off? You’ve been waiting for over a year for this.
And Kellen’s not the only one who has been waiting a long time to see Harrison suffer. Spencer Klein stops tinkering with the toggles at the control panel and starts fidgeting with the steel chair that Mika dropped at ringside. He picks it up and shouts over the ropes at Kellen, who is trying so desperately to recover from the DDT onto the canvas.
Klein: Get up Kellen! GET UP!! REWARD MY FAITH IN YOU!
Harrison turns his focus to Spencer, who is looking for a way to toss the chair into the ring but can’t seem to get around the fire.
Greyson: I’m increasingly both apprehensive and thankful over the stipulation to this match, because that wall of fire has kept this match one on one.
Harrison grins in response to Spencer’s ineffective attempts to interfere, but that grin is about to be removed when he turns back to Jeffries, who was lying in wait behind his distracted opponent in order to step in and deliver a straight punt to Harrison’s testicles.
The boot is about to squish Harrison’s crotch but instead it’s Kellen on the brink of being squashed. His foot is caught mere inches from Harrison’s testicles and now Kellen realizes he’s in the clutches of his adversary, entirely at Harrison’s mercy. He begins to hop up and down on one foot in an increasing amount of distress, especially when Harrison pushes the boot away from his testicles and sends Kellen turning around into a full circle only to ultimately be caught across the chest. The crowd prepares to go bonkers as Harrison heaves Kellen into the air to hit his opponent with his very own finishing move, the Best Damn Finisher Ever.
Those expectations are dashed, because Kellen REFUSES to be upstaged. He slips out of Harrison’s clutches and lands behind Harrison’s back just as Spencer is throwing the chair over the fire, over the ropes and into Kellen’s hands.
Greyson: Damn! Spencer got that chair into the Kellen.
Sparkles: You should have known there was no way….no way that Spencer was going to be kept from making Harrison’s night miserable.
Kellen’s twisted association with Spencer continues to pay dividends for the two, because it has just put Kellen into position to employ the chair to his advantage. He turns with the steel in hand and charges right into the THRUST KICK, Harrison kicking the steel right back into Kellen’s forehead. The steel bounces off of Kellen’s face, sending him spiraling across the canvas, dropping the chair and then turning into Harrison’s waiting arms. Aaron catches Kellen across the chest then flips back into the Best Finisher Ever.
Greyson: Chair into the face followed by the Best Finisher EVER!!
Sparkles: No-no-no…Please Santa, I just want one Christmas wish, to watch Harrison burn.
The flip over rock bottom delivered on Kellen has the crowd filling the arena with even more hot air. And speaking of hot air, it’s about to become wafting right off of the chair that Harrison has his sights set on. A twisted smile forms over Harrison’s face as he approaches the steel, but instead of stooping to pick it up, he reaches into his pocket and removes a bottle…a bottle of lighter fluid.
Greyson: Oh God-oh God…Harrison has lighter fluid in his hands.
Sparkles: Keep that away from Kellen, keep it away from him you sick son of a bitch.
The lighter fluid does not douse Kellen, instead it drenches the chair. The excited fans stand up to get a better view of Harrison picking up the chair and slowly, methodically extending it towards the fire shooting from the apron. He then steps back with a gleam in his eye, a gleam that is actually a reflection of the fire shooting off the chair.
Sparkles: OH NO! NO-NO-NO-NO!
Greyson: Harrison has a flaming chair in his hands! I-I-I can’t believe what I’m seeing here.
The crowd is just as shocked, as they eagerly watch Harrison turn towards the man he has crawling on the canvas before him, the man who set him on fire while trapped inside of a crate, the man who shot a fireball into his face several months ago, the man who teamed with Harrison’s former advisor, Spencer Klein, to make his life a living hell. That man being Kellen, who now finds his spine the recipient of a blow from the flaming steel chair.
Sparkles: AAAAAH!
Kellen straightens his back and roars in agony as the flaming steel slams right across the kidneys. The only thing that drowns out Kellen’s screams are the holy shit chants being unleashed from the fans.
Greyson: A flaming chair shot right into Kellen’s back!
Sparkles: Is he on fire though? Is he on fire?
The fans wait for confirmation from referee Michelle Blacker, who stoops down to see if there’s fire coming from Kellen’s back. Though there may be a scorch mark, there is no fire ascending from Kellen’s flesh, meaning the match continues, which is precisely to Harrison’s liking. He lifts the flaming chair above his head and swings it down into Kellen’s back again, causing Jeffries to cry out and writhe across the canvas.
Sparkles: Stop it Harrison, stop it-stop-stop it!
Harrison does stop it, throwing the flaming chair to the canvas, but only so that he can now give Kellen the Hybrid Theory directly into it. Kellen can only crawl…crawl unsuspectingly into the grimmest of fates. He finds his arms hooked and his body being heaved up into position to ultimately be dropped into the chair with the Hybrid Theory.
Spencer won’t let it happen, he can’t let it happen. He grabs something from beneath the ring to prevent this fate from befalling his associate. When Spencer reemerges from beneath the ring he has a fire extinguisher in hand, one that he turns on the flames shooting up from the apron.
Greyson: Look at this. Spencer is trying to put out that fire on the apron…he’s using a damned extinguisher on it.
Sparkles: You got to love Spencer, if for no other reason than the fact that he licked Mika’s cheek one time.
Greyson: That is NO reason to like him, Sparkles.
The C02 seems to be doing the trick, the fire at last put out on one section of the apron so that Klein can climb up and into the ring. He no sooner get his head through the ropes before getting a face full of flaming chair.
Harrison picks up the fiery chair and flings it with all of his strength right into Klein’s forehead.
Greyson: YEEES! YEEES!
Everyone in the Manhattan Center is expressing such join at the sight of fire and metal hitting Klein’s mug. The flames kiss his face, which goes twisting to the mats along with the rest of his body. He covers his burnt flesh with his palms, unable to bear witness to the disaster about to take place in the ring. But it isn’t Kellen who is subjected to such a disaster, it’s Harrison.
Aaron turns away from Klein and into a boot to the gut followed by the Hybrid Theory. Kellen drives Harrison down face first into the canvas with his own finishing move.
Sparkles: There you go Kellen, there’s my boy…HELLL YEAH!
Greyson: Harrison gets some revenge on Klein, but it set him up perfectly to suffer his very own finishing move.
Harrison’s face bounces off of the ring and his body goes rolling away from his kneeling nemesis. Kellen would follow up if his back wasn’t screeching in pain after those two flaming chair shots he suffered. Shots that Kellen is going to make Harrison pay for in more ways than just subjecting his face to the Hybrid Theory.
Jeffries grabs the legs of the now smoldering chair, pulls it into position, drags Harrison up to his feet and gives him the Hybrid Theory right on top of it.
Greyson: Another Hybrid Theory!
Sparkles; Right into that chair…I LOVES IT!
Jeffries gets to his feet and almost loses his balance, but something suddenly gives him the motivation to stabilize his legs and straighten his back. A grin begins to form across Kellen’s face as he reaches down and picks up the bottle of lighter fluid Harrison tossed indiscriminately to the canvas earlier.
Greyson: Now what is Kellen going to do with that bottle of lighter fluid?
Sparkles: I can think of so many wonderful things, but most of them involve making a human barbeque out of Harrison.
The lighter fluid COULD be used to douse the immobile Harrison, but instead Kellen’s target turns out not to be Harrison but the LADDER that was brought into the equation earlier in the night. He approaches the ladder and begins to douse the rungs with the lighter fluid until the bottle is empty. He then tosses it aside and begins to kick the ladder towards the fire still burning alongside one of the aprons. The ladder pulls back from the fire and flames are now shooting up straight out of the rungs, to such shrill cries from the crowd.
Greyson: I am not….I am not…tell me this is not what I’m seeing…tell me there is not a flaming ladder inside of the ring right now?
Sparkles: Why would I deny confirming such an awesome truth to you, Lovejoy? There is legitimately a flaming ladder in the ring, and we owe it all to Kellen.
Now there is a gleam in Kellen’s eyes, one cast upon them by the flames shooting out of the ladder that his opponent is being dragged towards. Kellen pulls Harrison up to his feet and shoots an arm across his chest, the Best Finisher Ever about to be delivered onto the fiery rungs of the ladder.
Sparkles: He’s gonna end it….Kellen is gonna end it…Kellen is going to put Harrison up in flames…BURN HIM!
Kellen has Harrison set for incineration, lifting him up into the air to the piercing roars of the crowd only to find his flip over rock bottom countered when Harrison catches Kellen around the neck and goes for a counter straight into the DDT. He falls back in order to spike Kellen on his skull but Kellen maintains his footing. Harrison drops to his back with nothing to show for his efforts, Kellen blocking the DDT and then bending down and putting his shoulders to the creases of Harrison’s knees. All of Kellen’s strength is then employed to lift Harrison up and into a powerbomb predicament. He turns towards the flaming ladder and prepares to powerrbomb Harrison into it only to have the crafty Blacklist member begin to bite Kellen’s face.
Greyson: Harrison biting his way out of this.
Sparkles: Fitting, I’ve always said that Harrison bites.
Finally Kellen is given no recourse but to release Harrison, allowing him to slip off of his shoulders and land on the canvas in front of him. Harrison then charges at Kellen only to eat a vicious superkick under the jaw. The incredibly stiff shot sends Harrison spiraling away from Kellen and starring down into the flaming rungs of the ladder. Somehow he remains upright just long enough for Kellen to come charging in behind him, catching Harrison by the back of the head and going for a bulldog that would drive Harrison’s face into the flames.
But Harrison counters, wedging his shoulder to Kellen’s kidneys and reversing the bulldog into a back drop. No wait, Kellen flips over out of the back drop position, lands behind Harrison, then nails him with a superkick to the BACK of the head. Harrison almost falls forward into the flames, looking highly disorientated. Kellen then approaches the flaming chair, snatching it up off of the canvas and looking to finally take Harrison off of his feet and introduce him into the fiery ladder precariously placed behind his back.
Kellen swings the chair only to have Harrison duck at the last second, catch Kellen’s knees to his shoulder and then back drop him through the air. Kellen catches tremendous height before ultimately crashing right into the flaming ladder.
Sparkles: NOOOOO!
Greyson: Kellen into the fire!
Flames ascend from Kellen’s body as he rolls around on the ring desperately trying to extinguish himself. The fire consuming the apron goes out and several EMTs come sliding into the ring, using C02 to douse the flames shooting up from Kellen’s spine.
Greyson: He’s on fire-he’s on fire…It’s over…it’s finally over.
Sparkles: I’m gonna vomit.
The Manhattan Center reverberates with the applause from the thousands and thousands in attendance. The world joins in celebration of Harrison’s revenge and his very hard fought victory here tonight. Spencer sits up at ringside, still holding the burnt flesh on his forehead and glaring at the ring with such homicidal malice in his eyes. At the same time Kellen is having his burns tended to by the EMTS. Lastly, Harrison is leaning against the corner, observing all of the violence and brutality that he so proudly unleashed.
Greyson: The war between Kellen and Harrison, is at long last over.
Sparkles: It took a year for this rivalry to end the same way that it began, with Kellen in flames.
Harrison’s eyes watch with such morbid satisfaction as the EMTs desperately repair Kellen’s burnt flesh.
BACKSTAGE
Lukas: Are we really going to do this again, Mika?
The distant voice of Lukas Montgomery can be heard trailing behind Mika Kozlov as she almost skips merrily along down the corridor. Although she’s presently fleeing from her former Blacklist stable-mate, the very man she was instrumental in having thrown through two flaming tables just a few weeks ago, Mika exhibits absolutely no fear. She stops beside a door and stops ‘running,’ twisting at the hips to make sure Lukas is still following right along behind her. It’s just as she suspected, he’s still nipping at her heels after chasing her from the ringside area to this backstage hall.
Mika: Are you coming Lukie? I’m growing ancient waiting on you.
Lukas: I wouldn’t worry about growing old after I’m through with you.
Mika: Oooh Lukie, you do know how to excite a girl, hahahahaha.
Lukas finally steps into frame, getting within range of Mika who quickly slips into the room she was standing beside. The door is swung shut behind her and Lukas is right on the verge of stepping through it only to have a moment of clarity. He thinks better of it, retracting his hand from the doorknob and then raising it to his chin, tapping it in an ever so introspective posture.
Mayne: Lukas. Just the man I was looking for.
A rather tentative William Mayne, the very backstage correspondent sporting a perpetual neck brace due to injuries exacerbated at the hands of Lukas Montgomery himself, shockingly comes stepping towards his assailant. Mayne has his palms opened and aimed towards Lukas, a preemptive gesture to fend off any potential blows. Lukas shockingly doesn’t lay out the Sinistry ass-kisser, who spent weeks at the commentary table endlessly sucking up to the very Frost family that Mika has pledged herself to.
Mayne: I know I’m probably the last guy you want to see right now…..
Lukas: That’s not true, you’re the last man I’d want to see EVER.
Mayne: Hardy-har-har. Listen, I think the two of us have gotten off on the wrong foot.
Lukas: Why would you say that?
Mayne: The really bad whiplash you gave me with your roaring elbow, and the chair you threw into my head on the last Riot, kinda sends the message that you’re not my biggest fan.
Lukas: In order to be your biggest fan wouldn’t that imply that you actually have other fans? Come on Mayne, there’s stretching the truth and then there’s just flat out lying.
Mayne: Can’t we just bury the hatchet, Lukas…NOT LITERALLY. I mean, can’t we let bygones be bygones? Put our differences behind us? Water under the bridge and all those other clichés?
Lukas: Hmmmm.
It appears that Lukas is actually thinking over Mayne’s proposition, though Lukas’ focus seems more-so consumed with the doorway beside them that Mika just stepped through.
Lukas: Maybe you’ve got a point. Maybe I’ve just misjudged you.
Mayne’s eyes light up and for the first time in as long in his miserable life as he can remember, a smile forms on his face.
Lukas: How about we hash out our differences?
Mayne: I like the sound of that.
Lukas: Why don’t you join me in my dressing room where the two of us can have a nice private sit-down?
Before Mayne can even answer he’s being guided towards the door beside them.
Mayne: That sounds grand….
The sentence barely even gets out of Mayne’s mouth before his body is being shoved into the room with the door being closed behind him. Lukas remains in the hallway, cupping a hand around his ear and leaning towards the door to listen to what’s happening beyond it. An exaggerated grimace fills his face as he hears Mayne screaming. The sound of broken glass reaches Lukas and results in him producing a rather animated grimace. Eventually Lukas grows bored listening to the Mayne’s suffrage, shaking his head as he makes his way down the corridor.
Lukas: Guess that’s the definition of killing two birds with one stone.
His cringe changes to a smile as he steps out of view. The focus is now the door that Mayne stepped through and we at last learn his fate upon entering the room. The door opens and Mayne’s mangled body is tossed out into the hall. The person, or more accurately, the PEOPLE, who put him in this condition are revealed as CNG Cartel Champion Mogui leaps into the corridor where he crouches down over Maynes’ body, examining his bloodied face, while Mika steps into the doorway. She leans against the jamb and looks down at the torn apart Mayne, who hasn’t even so much as blinked after being so savagely assaulted by the very individuals he endlessly buttered up while at commentary.
Mogui: Did I get my target?
Mika: I’m afraid that’s not the man Aiken assigned you to destroy.
Mogui: But his screams, they were soooo intoxicating.
Mika: Yes, though they were not the screams of Montgomery, the man you were SUPPOSED to mangle. I hope my sestras Silk and Rayne are having more luck fulfilling Aiken’s wishes than either of us have.
IN RING
Silk: We have come for you, Von Aaron, you fanchang
We promptly find out who Aiken Frost has tasked his dangerous Asian assassin, Silk, with taking out tonight. She stands in the middle of the ring, not alone mind you, and calls out Ethan Von Aaron, the man scheduled to face Aiken in a Dog Collar match on this evening’s card. Stood behind Silk are two individuals who will be instrumental in aiding her, though she really doesn’t need the backup, in the annihilation of Von Aaron. Her student Jessica Wilde, bearer of the Extraordinary Title, and Wilde’s masked seven foot protector Executioner, shadow Silk in her endeavors. Commentators Greyson and Sparkles find themselves both intrigued and confused regarding the presence of Silk.
Greyson: It looks like we’ve got another member of New Eden out here causing trouble.
Sparkles: Sweeet. You can never have enough of Aiken’s badass beauties. And she’s got Jessica Wilde with her too, which makes this sooo much sweeter.
Greyson: I believe, based on some rumors circulating throughout the backstage area, that Aiken has given each of his New Eden followers targets to take out tonight. We saw Mika attempt to interfere in the Inferno Match and get her hands on Aaron Harrison, and Mogui attempted to assault Lukas Montgomery backstage….
Sparkles: So I guess Silk’s target is Ethan Von Aaron? That’s who she’s calling out, Aiken’s opponent for tonight, and the man threatening to take Rachel Frost, Aiken’s wife, away from New Eden.
Greyson: I think that’s a very fair presumption.
Although Silk has been waiting for Ethan to rise up and answer her challenge, she never shows even a semblance of impatience. In fact, she shows very little to no emotion whatsoever.
Silk: For too long Von Aaron, you have challenged the fidelity of the sacred union between Lucien and his qizi, Rachel. I will not see you further dishonor Lucien, and afford you no opportunity to defile Rachel. My student and I stand in this ring in defiance of your….
Silk really begins to get into the meat and potatoes of her tirade, with Wilde bobbing her head in agreement to every word that comes from her trainer before…
Ethan: Yaawwwwnn.
The crowd has a largely negative response to the grotesque sound of Ethan Von Aaron’s voice, and an even more bitter response to the sight of Ethan Von Aaron in the flesh. He steps onto the stage patting his hand over his mouth as he yawns all through Silk’s in ring monologue. Eventually he takes his palm from his mouth and puts a microphone to it instead.
Ethan: Would you just cut through all the bull and get to your challenge already, Silk? We all know this is building to one of those predictable challenges, where I answer, we fight for like three minutes and then a bunch of people run in, we get some huge brawl, and our whole little skirmish ends up leading absolutely nowhere. So I’m going to nip this in the bud right now. My answer to your challenge…NYOOOOO!
Ethan shrugs and shakes his head, words and gestures showing his reluctance to get in the ring.
Ethan: Nothing you do is going to prevent me from getting my Dog Collar match against Aiken, beating some color back into his eyes and then gettin’ down with his wife for the rest of the night. And you know what, I’ve never had Asian, Silk, maybe you can join in and we can have a multicultural orgy that brings the world together. We can narrow the divide between our respective nations and bring harmony to the world by fucking like it’s twenty minutes before they drop a bomb on Hiroshima.
Wilde: How dare you!
Wilde couldn’t stand back and listen to her trainer being forced to listen to Von Aaron’s lecherous words any longer. She’s handed a microphone, and puts it to immediate use scorning Von Aaron.
Wilde: You don’t sully Silk’s reputation you dirty old man. You and your ex-girlfriend….
Ethan: Which ex-girlfriend? You’ll have to be more specific, because I have more exes than there are names in the yellow pages.
Wilde: Katelyn….You and she are two of the most repulsive and disgusting people that have ever been put on this planet. Both of you are whores, and you should be stoned like whores.
Ethan: Oh come on Wilde, there’s a little bit of whore in everybody. I can help you find that inner slut.
Wilde: You’re a very sick man.
Ethan: The sickest baby, the sickest.
Silk: Allow us to be the cure to that sickness.
Before Ethan can get another word out a powerful blow is delivered across the back of his skull that silences him, perhaps perpetually. The assailant is none other than his opponent for the evening, Aiken Frost, who steps to the stage lifting his arm and showing the world why his punch was so powerful. A chain is wrapped around his knuckles, the very one that was supposed to bind both he and Ethan together by their throats. Aiken stands over an ailing Von Aaron, who rubs at the knot on the back of his head, eyes closed by the blow to the noggin, making it impossible for him to see the person who steps to the stage beside his attacker. Ethan’s unrequited lover, and Aiken’s wife, Rachel Frost now stands beside her husband, dragged to the stage by the brutish Krauzer. He towers behind Rachel’s back, keeping her arms pinned to her sides and from interfering in the brutal assault upon Von Aaron. She is forced to watch the attack on her lover, unable to lift a finger to aid him.
Rachel couldn’t prevent Aiken from attacking Ethan, nor can she stop Executioner and Wilde from latching onto all of Ethan’s limbs, forcing them down to the stage. Ethan is just as defenseless as Rachel, his arms and legs trapped by the Sinistry. There’s no protecting his torso from what Silk prepares to unleash. She steps past Von Aaron and into the steel column that supports the Cartel-tron, beginning to climb it.
Aiken watches with what one could only presume is pride, his dark black eyes resonating little emotional range. But the crowd is quite emotive, their feelings running the gamut at the sight of Silk stepping across the steel trimming around the Cartel-tron. She stands with her back wedged to the big screen and her black eyes directed to Ethan so far down below.
Greyson: What is Silk going to do from all the way up there?
Rachel struggles against the clutches of Krauzer to prevent finding out what Silk has plotted. But the NHB Champion can’t break away from her husband’s monster, meaning all she can do is watch as Silk dives off the Cartel-tron and drives her feet right into Ethan’s ribs as he lays on the stage down beneath her. A double stomp nails Ethan with such force to the mid-section that it automatically feels like his ribs have shattered and splintered off into his internal organs.
Greyson: SIIIIILLLKKK!
Sparkles: She killed him. She killed Ethan. And if he’s dead, I’m demanding they cryogenically freeze his hair until modern medicine makes it possible for his fro to be transplanted onto my head.
Greyson: Silk succeeds in destroying Von Aaron before he could make it to his Dog Collar match against Aiken tonight.
Wilde and Executioner release Ethan’s wrists and ankles, allowing him to curl into a fetal position where he immediately feels like coughing up blood. Of course he might be hacking up something else if he was capable of seeing Aiken forcing his lips onto his wife’s. Aiken kisses a reluctant Rachel in celebration of Ethan’s destruction. She eventually forces her mouth away from his and reveals the gash she gnawed into his lower lip. A dribble of blood falls down Aiken’s chin after he was bit by his own wife, yet even his Rachel’s resistance makes him laugh, and laugh, and laugh. All at once the laughter ends and Aiken’s forehead extends directly into Rachel’s. He grabs her cheeks, forcing her to look into his dark demonic eyes.
Aiken: Look at him..
She resists.
Aiken: LOOK AT HIM!
Aiken grabs the back of Rachel’s head tightly and twists it so that she’s forced to look at Ethan curled over his potentially broken ribs.
Aiken: This is because of you. What happened to him could have been avoided if only you were loyal. If only you fulfilled your vows!
Rachel’s head is turned back in the direction of Aiken’s soulless gaze.
Aiken: You are fortunate that I still harbor such feelings for you. If I wasn’t such a caring and devoted husband I would not take such painstaking lengths to keep you under my dominion, and to ensure all those who threaten to take you from me suffer such pangs, be it Mr. Von Aaron, or the man you WERE scheduled to face tonight, Mr. Davids.
Before anyone can ask what Aiken meant by ‘WERE,’ we jump backstage where some clarity is given.
BACKSTAGE
If there is one thing Chris Davids, number one contender for Rachel Frost’s NHB Championship, should have learned over the past few weeks, it’s to avoid the parking lot like the plague. Yet here he is again, in the very same spot where he has been ambushed repeatedly. But tonight he’s not being ambushed by Rachel Frost, or Mordecai, instead it’s Mark Comeau, backstage correspondent who gets the drop on Chris, leaping at him with microphone in hand.
Comeau: Nice of you to show up on time, Chris.
Davids was just in the process of removing his gym bag from the trunk of his car before being hit with Mark’s questions. Before answering, Chris slams his trunk closed and nervously surveys his surroundings, understandably tentative to linger in the parking lot given what happened to him in recent weeks.
Davids: Come on Mark, I’m usually such a model employee, I’m entitled to slacking off a little from time to time.
Comeau: Well maybe tonight’s a bad night for you to start slacking off. I mean, you do have a NHB Title match against Rachel Frost.
Davids: Yes-yes, no need to remind me, not like I could forget my match against Rachel. I mean, there’s more to our ‘fight’ tonight than simply trying to take the NHB Title off her waist. Don’t get me wrong, not depreciating the value of the NHB Championship, would be a heck of a feather in my cap to win it, but this title match is also about breaking the control Aiken has over Rachel. I’ve been saying since this all started that my goal was to free Rachel, a move that will SHATTER the Sinistry. Rather the Sinistry wants to believe it or not, Rachel is their strength. She’s that Jenga piece that if pulled will cause the whole tower to come tumbling down.
Comeau: Doesn’t it concern you that trying to free Rachel will lead to the exact same fate that Jed Wayne has suffered. I mean, the two of you have been working together to plan Rachel’s great escape, and now he’s been abducted by her husband and New Eden.
Davids: I feel really bad for Jed, and I feel a little guilty for his abduction, as I wasn’t in a positon to stop it from happening. But in Jed’s honor, I will not stop until Rachel is released from the chain that her hubby Aiken has used to pull her around all these months….
Red Rayne: You will not take my sister from me.
Why didn’t Chris get out of the parking lot when he had the chance?
A steel chair wallops him straight in his upper back, instantly taking him off of his feet and to the concrete. A shocked Mark Comeau leaps out of Red Rayne’s path, giving the New Eden member a wide berth as she stands over Chris with a dented chair in her clutches. We now learn the target assigned to Rayne by her master, Aiken Frost.
Red Rayne: And you won’t be challenging my sister for her Championship tonight either.
Much like the Dog Collar match pitting Ethan Von Aaron against Aiken Frost, it looks like the NHB Championship match between Chris Davids and Rachel Frost is about to be scratched off the card. Rayne is about to make sure that bout is cancelled by reenacting the very scene we witnessed in this very parking lot four weeks ago where Rachel sandwiched Chris’ skull between a chair and the concrete.
Red Rayne hoists a chair over Chris’ skull and swings it with all of her strength right into the cranium…no…into concrete. The back support of the chair shatters and flies off across the parking lot right past the man who pulled Chris out of the way. Comeau pulls Davids away at the last second, preventing his head from sustaining serious brain damage.
Comeau: Da fudge is going on….
Before Mark can complete his sentence he’s being snatched by the back of the head and forced to suffer for being a Good Samaritan. The interviewer is spun around and Rayne tosses him over the hood of a car, sending his body spiraling into the windshield that cracks against his spine. Rayne then turns to go after her original target only to find a shoulder ramming into her ribs, Chris spearing her back first right into the grill of the very car Mark was tossed into. Rayne’s kidneys take quite the vicious bounce off the grill but she remains on her feet and her face remains as stoic as ever. She doesn’t react to the pain coursing through her body or the words Davids is shouting as he storms out of the parking lot.
Davids: I’m going to save your sister, Rayne, and when I do, Rachel will bring down the whole house of cards.
IN RING
The cards are already stacked in front of an industrial strength fan blowing at high capacity. Rachel Frost looks more disgusted with her husband’s actions than ever as she stands in the ring with her arms bound behind her back by the daunting foe that is Krauzer. Her husband’s monster forces Rachel into compliance, making her listen to Aiken as he paces in front of her, carrying on with what resembles a stream of consciousness. Every word is directed at his wife.
Aiken: I have to express my disappointment with you my dear. I sacrifice so much on your behalf, and my reward? You force me to watch you commit debauchery in this ring with Mr. Von Aaron, and you collude with the likes of Christopher Davids behind my back. You do not think I know that he and you have been plotting against me? I am not a fool my dear. I have eyes, I have ears, and they are everywhere, watching, listening, learning. So do not play me for an idiot my love.
It took some time for the commentating duo of Greyson and Sparkles to get in a word what with Aiken doing so much talking.
Greyson: I guess Aiken has decided his wife hasn’t been put through enough tonight.
Sparkles: They should so finish that sex scene Aiken had planned two weeks ago on Riot.
Greyson: How about no. It’s bad enough that Rachel is forced to listen to Aiken denigrate her moments after having her lover destroyed by that double stomp from Silk off the Cartel-tron.
Aiken crouches in front of Rachel to make sure the eyes that she has downturned are now observing the sincerity in his face.
Aiken: You frolic with Von Aaron, you scheme with Davids, how am I ever to trust you again? Hmmmm. Perhaps you are just not getting it dear. Maybe I have not made it clear enough that each time you defy me, I will visit punishment upon those who you allow to corrupt your heart. I thought having you watch me subject Von Aaron to such woe would be sufficient enough to ward you from such petulant behavior, but you still resist to learn. So I have prepared another demonstration….Bring forth Rachel’s ally Jed Wayne.
On demand Jaina Frost, Aiken’s sister, emerges from the back tugging on a chain that ultimately leads to the throat of Jed Wayne….well, we’ll just have to assume it’s Wayne. His head is buried in a burlap sack and his arms are bound behind his back by a plastic zip tie. But his proportions and tattered clothing are dead giveaways to his identity. Even if we don’t see his face, it’s clearly Jed who is led to the ringside area and parked there by Jaina.
Aiken: I had your sister Rayne take care of the challenger for your title this evening, now do not force me to subject Jed to the same torment and torture as Mr. Davids suffered.
Rachel: What do you want?
Aiken: Your loyalty and a demonstration of it. I have assigned each of my New Eden individual targets throughout the night, however I have saved the best for you. Taylor Chase’s protector, Scott Cannon, he poses a threat to my brother’s successful SIN Title defense against Taylor this evening. You are to eliminate this threat.
Rachel: I’m no hired thug sugar.
Aiken: No? Jaina do fulfill that promise you made at Upping the Ante to turn Mr. Wayne into your latest masterpiece.
Jaina: Yippee.
A small dagger is extracted from the back of Jaina’s waistband and a swift kick is delivered to the crease of Jed’s knee, negating his height advantage and bringing him down so that Jaina can slip the knife under his throat. Jed’s reaction is unclear given the burlap sack clinging to his head.
Davids: I don’t think so gents.
The very foundation of the Manhattan Center reverberates with quite the response for Chris Davids, challenger to Rachel Frost’s NHB Title. In a brazen act, he comes stepping right down the ramp, clinging to a microphone and clinging at his desire to severe Rachel’s association with the Sinistry.
Davids: Seems the rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. And if you think I’ll stand idle and let you guys lead Jed to HIS demise, I’m afffrrrraiiiad nooooot.
The blade in Jaina’s hand moves from Jed’s throat and prepares to slash at the inbound Chris, but he blocks the dagger from ever connecting with his flesh. He then drives Jaina back with a blow across the brow, causing her to drop the knife that Chris quickly snatches up. He turns his focus to the zip-tie holding Jed’s wrists together. Chris begins to cut at it as fast as he can while in the ring Aiken is turning to his wife.
Aiken: Either deal with this man or I vow that Jed, Ethan, Wild Bill, all those you hold so near to you will forever be altered.
Krauzer releases Rachel as the imposing beast rolls under the ropes and steps in behind a distracted Davids. He grabs Chris around the head and drives his masked face directly into the top of Chris’ skull. The collision causes the dagger to slip right out of Chris’ hand and his body to be stricken with paralysis. He is spun around and heaved into a gorilla press, Krauzer carrying Chris towards the ring and throwing him inside through the top and middle cables.
Chris crashes into the canvas and a reluctant Rachel leaps on top of him, delivering punches across his brow.
RACHEL FROST © VS. CHRIS DAVIDS:
NO HOLDS BARRED CHAMPIONSHIP
SIN official Alex Ingelson comes shambling down the ramp and drearily sliding into the ring, calling for the bell to commence this title match.
Greyson: Turns out this match IS going to happen, Aiken was mistaken in the belief that Chris was destroyed by Red Rayne.
Sparkles: Chris and Rachel about to get real-real nasty in that ring.
Rachel continues to unleash punches across Chris’ brow as he attempts to cover up to the best of his abilities. She then grabs Chris by the bangs, leading him up to his feet and giving him a straight headbutt, knocking him back into the ropes. He leans on them for support while Rachel finds support in the form of the NHB Title belt she is removing from around her waist. She extends it between her hands and prepares to place it right against Chris’ face. She charges at Davids, who stoops down and catches her coming in with a back drop over the ropes to the outside of the ring.
Rachel pushes herself up to her knees on the thin mats at ringside, while inside the squared circle above her Chris is grabbing the title she just dropped. He picks it up off of the canvas then takes off across the ring and lunges through the ropes into a suicide diving…TITLE BELT SHOT….in mid-air he swings the gold strap right across the side of Rachel’s face, knocking them both to the mats.
Greyson: Chris just bashed Rachel in the face with her own title belt. Let’s remind you people, all of this is completely legal as there are no rules and no count outs in a NO Holds Barred Title match.
Sparkles: It’s Captain Exposition to the rescue. You need your own theme song. Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na CAPTAIN EXPOOOSSSIITION…
Greyson: Stop that.
Though her head is scattered by the blow from her very own belt Rachel is still able to listen to Chris’ comments.
Davids: Wake up Rachel! What’s it going to take to get you to realize there’s another way? You shouldn’t be fighting me, you should be fighting your husband.
Rachel grabs Chris by the waistband and pulls on it, bringing an end to his lecture by forcing him along skull first right into the steel steps. His face bounces off the stairs and he now goes twisting into a boot across the gut, doubling him over into a position to be hit with the piledriver. Rachel lifts Chris into the air and is about to drive the top of his head directly into the thin ringside matting only to have Chris abruptly counter. He stands up back dropping Rachel over his head and causing her to come down spine first directly across the steel stairs.
The fans all at once cringe at the sight of Rachel’s spine curving around the jagged edges of each step. She bounces off of them and collapses to her stomach, reaching for her kidneys.
Amazingly Rachel doesn’t stay down for long, forcing herself up to her feet and then being taken off of them when Chris rushes across the ring, lunges off the steps she just bashed into and flies into Rachel with a flip forward senton plancha. His back slams into Rachel’s chest, bringing both athletes to the mats with many in attendance right up to their feet.
Sparkles: If Chris claims to be trying to free Rachel, then why is he fighting her?
Greyson: He’s got to think about his own well-being as well, Sparkles. If he doesn’t fight her, then Rachel is going to slaughter him in that ring tonight. She’s fighting to keep any further harm from befalling either Jed or Ethan.
Speaking of Jed, he remains clueless regarding everything going on around him, his head still concealed beneath the burlap sack as he kneels beneath the massive hands of Krauzer placed across his shoulders. He doesn’t even know that Rachel is being batted around by Davids, who is presently crawling away from Rachel. Davids gets to his feet on the opposite side of the stairs that Rachel is presently using to drag herself along to her knee. Davids waits for Rachel to stand and then rushes across the mats, lunges into the air and lands on the top of the stairs, about to leap off onto his opponent only to find his shin hit with a sickening kick. A modified version of the Skipjack is delivered, Rachel booting Chris to his shin with enough force to take his legs out from under him and cause his ribs to come crashing down right across the top of the steps.
The Challenger is splayed across the steps for only a moment before Rachel steps in over his head, takes him around the waist and drags him off of the stairs into a PILEDRIVER across the mats.
Greyson: Davids just dumped right on his skull!!
Sparkles: Rachel busting out a piledriver across those mats.
Davids lies on his side clutching at his wounded skull, suffering a splitting migraine at this point. The pounding in his head is only about to get worse. The top half of the stairs are kicked away, revealing the lower, flatter section. Rachel now steps up onto them, guiding Davids along to his feet and pulling his head under her seat. She clasps onto his waistband then heaves Davids into a pulling piledriver right onto the surface of the lower steps.
Greyson: And here we thought the driver into the mats was bad….that was a thousand times worse.
Chris falls to the mats with his eyes glazed over, looking to have been rendered brain-dead by that collision with the steps…steps that continue to be brought into play. Rachel grabs the lower section and implores all of her strength, the NHB Champion sliding the stairs into the ring. She then grabs Chris by the bangs of his hair, forces him up to his feet and forces him into the ring right along behind the steps.
The stairs are just a few inches removed from Davids, who instinctively grabs onto them and turns them into a crutch. He starts to stand up just as Rachel rushes in from behind, grabs him by the back of the head and drags him down face first into the stairs. The one handed bulldog drives Davids’ face with such force into the steps that teeth have to be cracked.
Chris’ plan to free Rachel also begins to crack and break, and so to have his chances of emerging with the NHB Title. Chris drops to his back and Rachel crawls into the cover, hoping to bring a merciful end to this NHB Title bout.
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Chris manages to subvert Rachel’s act of mercy, launching his shoulder from the ring in the nick of time.
Greyson: Chris has been waiting a LONG time for this match with Rachel for a variety of reasons. Remember, this issue between he and Rachel, started way-waaay back when Chris first set foot in the company and was targeted by the Sinistry for initiation.
Sparkles: Yeah, that was over six months ago, and who can forget what Chris did to Rachel back at Reawakening Day…
Greyson: Indeed, it was four months ago that the true catalyst behind this rivalry manifested when Davids gave a big ole middle finger to the Sinistry by spearing their member Rachel through a table.
Rachel’s plans to pin Davids may have been averted but it does not mean she’s been rendered incapable of finishing him off. She has designs to do just that, taking Chris around the neck, dragging him across the ring and then placing him cheek down across the surface of the steel steps. She then rolls to the outside of the ring, passes right by her husband, the smiling Aiken, then reaches beneath the squared circle and grabs a steel chair. She doesn’t even glance in the direction of her appreciative husband, refusing to acknowledge that sickening smile plastered upon his face. Instead she prepares to produce something just as sickening, approaching Davids and preparing to crush his skull between the chair in her hands and the stairs his head is strung across.
Rachel pulls back the chair and swings with all of her force, only to have steel hit steel, never connecting with skull. Chris pulls back at the last second, avoiding disaster. The chair bounces off the stairs and Rachel’s fingers feel like they’ve been overcome with a bout of arthritis, curling up. She turns away from Davids and cradles her hands to her stomach while Davids valiantly struggles to his feet and looks to press his advantage.
Davids: It doesn’t have to be like thi….
A back elbow blasts Chris across the bridge of his nose, sending him stumbling back into the stairs and falling across them. Rachel turns her focus to her challenger, and then grabs the chair once again. This time she sets it up and then goes charging right at it, stepping off the chair in order to launch herself into Davids. But at the last second Chris rolls over backwards off the stairs and then leaps into the air, catching the inbound Rachel around the skull before ultimately planting her face into the steps with an X-Factor style sit-out face-buster.
Greyson: Rachel’s face into the steps!
Sparkles: Has Davids no shame. Why take such a wonderful face away from us?
The collision with the steps resonates throughout Rachel’s head and leaves her rolling across the canvas to her back, a position Chris takes immediate advantage of. His flexibility is put to the test as he rushes across the ring, leaps onto the lower section of steps and then springs off into a shooting star press that connects right across Rachel’s sternum.
With the crowd going beyond nuts at this point, Chris hooks Rachel’s leg and hopes for the best.
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And unfortunately the best he could get is a two count out of his pinfall.
Greyson: Rachel kicks out, refusing to drop the belt that is tailor-made for a woman with such a sick and depraved mind as her own.
Sparkles: Well she’s held that championship since after Extreme Fury and she is quickly creating a dynasty with the belt.
Chris rolls off of his opponent, getting to his knees, where he is in position to stare into the dark resonating eyes of Aiken at ringside. Aiken winks in Chris’ direction, making Chris’ next decision all the easier. He rolls to the outside of the ring, grabs the tarp hung from the apron, throws it out of the way then reaches beneath the ring and fetches a table.
Sparkles: Ohhh no, the table.
Greyson: We all know the role this weapon has played in the history between these two.
The table slides into the ring and Chris follows it. He stands the table up and slants it against the turnbuckle, the crowd realizing precisely what Davids has planned at this point. He grabs Rachel by the bangs of her hair, forcing her along her knees to the area directly in front of the table. He then backs to the center of the ring and crouches, getting ready to hit her with the Break Thru, the very spear that he used to put Rachel through a table several months ago.
Greyson: This is how it all started.
Sparkles: Is it going to be how it ends?
Rachel just begins to force herself along to her feet, totally unaware of the fate awaiting her. She then turns and spots Chris rushing directly into the spear…no…into her version of the Boot Licker!
Her leaping back heel kick blasts Davids right across the forehead, causing him to stand up and stagger back. Shockingly Davids is on his feet, just long enough at least for Rachel to come rushing across the ring, stepping off the chair she set up earlier, leaping into the air catching Chris around the neck and hitting him with a tornado DDT that plants him directly skull first right into the stairs.
Greyson: THE STAIRS! THE STAIRS!
Sparkles: The stairs boss, the stairs!
Greyson: Rachel uses them again, hitting a tornado DDT right onto that hardened steel surface.
Chris’ face bounces off the steps that Rachel brought into the ring earlier, leaving him in quite the altered state. Though the crowd is horrified, Aiken is amused.
He chuckles at ringside as he watches Rachel all but destroy Davids to retain her title. She crawls across the ring, grabs Chris’ legs then flips forward into the jackknife cover.
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Even Rachel’s added leverage behind the pin is not enough to secure her the victory, Davids managing to get his shoulder out from under her. Rachel sits up clasping at her face, still feeling the effects of that X-Factor she took a few moments ago.
Rachel now eyes the table set up in the corner of the ring. She slowly backs into the opposite corner, crouching and watching as Davids crawls towards the table he brought into play. He sluggishly ascends to his feet, putting all his weight across the table even as he turns to face Rachel barreling towards him with the intention of delivering the spear. She will have her fitting retribution for the spear Davids delivered upon her several months ago…..lunging into her own spear that connects with nothing but table. Chris leap frogs Rachel at the last second, causing Rachel’s head to smack right into the table, that doesn’t budge one little inch. Her head bounces off of the wood and in a disorientated state she stumbles to the center of the ring, falling over the steel steps. Chris immediately takes advantage of his opponent’s position, leaping into the air and delivering the axekick across the back of Rachel’s head, driving her face down into the steps with such force.
Greyson: Now the scissors kick driving Rachel’s face into those steps!!
Sparkles: What’s wrong with these people? If Chris was planning on this being an intervention, I’ve got to say, WORSE INTERVENTION EVER.
The axe kick has driven Rachel’s forehead into the steel and now she’s splayed across the canvas where Chris can take immediate advantage. He crawls towards Rachel, sits her up on the canvas then pulls her over into a rolling crucifix pin.
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In spite of Chris’ unorthodox pin, Rachel manages to kick out, launching her shoulder from the canvas.
Greyson: And this issue between Frost and Davids continues, just as it has over the past six months, because Rachel manages to kick out.
Sparkles: We all knew going into this that Rachel had a high threshold for pain, but I guess all the attacks Chris has suffered over the past few months at the hands of the Sinistry have strengthened him as well.
Greyson: Chris has been subjected to a lot this year at the hands of the Sinistry, and he’ll be damned if after all he’s suffered, Rachel beats him in the middle of that ring tonight.
Chris sits up on the canvas looking absolutely exacerbated by that last kick out. He sits up on the canvas sliding his hands into his hair while internally asking himself what it will take to finish Rachel off. Finally he struggles along to his feet and grabs Rachel by the wrist, forcing her up to her feet and placing her head over top of the steel steps. He goes rushing into the ropes once again, ricocheting off and lunging into a SECOND axe kick, this one MISSING.
Rachel narrowly avoids the kick and then goes rushing at the steps to deliver one of her own. She steps off the steel and launches herself into the Boot Licker….nuh-uh….Chris actually reaches out and CATCHES the airborne Rachel across his chest. He then spins her around and delivers a blue thunder bomb that drives Rachel into the steps.
Greyson: Davids powerbombing Rachel into the steps and….uh-oh.
Rachel’s body instinctively rolls back off the steps and ends up dropping down right in front of the table slanted against the turnbuckle.
Greyson: Rachel landing in front of that table and you know what Chris is going to do next?
Sparkles: Can he hit it this time though?
Greyson: He better get a hurry on it if that’s the plan.
Chris crouches down in the opposite corner and repeatedly gestures for Rachel to stand up. He keeps swinging his arms upward as he urges and compels the champion to her feet. The excitement in the Manhattan Center begins to swell as Rachel pushes herself along to her feet, leaning heavily upon the table for the bulk of her support.
Greyson: Do it Davids, put her through the table and take possession of Rachel’s NHB Title. FREE HER.
Rachel at last has her legs under her, as her ribs turn towards the inbound spear that Davids intends to employ to put her through the table. He dives at Rachel only to have her pushed out of the way at the last second. Krauzer detaches from Jed at ringside, slides into the ring and shoves Rachel from the path of Chris’ intended spear. But does this stop Chris from unleashing the spear? HELL NA!
He keeps rushing along and drives his shoulder into Krauzer’s ribs, knocking the monster back and through the table.
Greyson: Chris spears Krauzer into the table!
Sparkles: Krauzer paying for his loyalty to the Frost family.
The table explodes all around Krauzer’s body and leaves him totally incapacitated, just lying amongst broken fragments of wood. All the while Chris is rolling away from him and clasping at his shoulder, feeling the effects of hitting such a massive figure with the Break Thru. Neither Jaina nor Aiken like what they’re seeing in the ring, Krauzer being forced through the table and Rachel in some pretty dire straits.
Chris stumbles along to his feet with the aid of the cables, looking across the ring at Rachel, who is trying so hard to regain her strength after all the punishment she and Chris have underwent throughout the course of what has been a grueling NHB Title bout. Chris is just about to cut the distance between he and Rachel in half, and cut Rachel in half via the Break Thru, before his eyes veer to ringside.
He spots Jaina approaching Jed, the ace up the Sinistry’s sleeve. She has her dagger back in hand, and it’s approaching Jed’s throat once again only to have Davids interject. He slides out of the ring and sends Jaina back peddling from her intended prey, Jed. The big man is then grabbed by the arm and led towards the ring, Davids rolling him inside before stepping into the ring himself. He quickly grabs the zip-tie and finally removes it from Jed’s wrists.
Greyson: Chris freeing the man he’s been collaborating with for months to free Rachel.
Sparkles: Yep, these two bearded buffoons need to stick together, huh? Maybe they can form their own ZZ Top cover band.
Greyson: Chris and Jed had designs to use this match to ensure Rachel’s freedom, and it looks like we’re going to see that happen in spite of Jed’s abduction by the Sinistry several weeks ago.
Davids pats Jed on his shoulder and begins helping him remove the burlap sack over Jed’s head.
Davids: This is our chance big guy.
The sack is thrown across the ring and Davids is throwing his fist at Jaina’s face when she leaps up onto the apron, causing her to lunge back and avoid the blow at the last second. Davids sneers in her direction before turning around and finding himself profoundly shaken at the sight of Jed staring up at him. It’s not Jed’s expression, or lack-thereof, that resonates so deeply with Chris, it’s Jed’s black, soulless eyes, eyes not unlike those belonging to every member of Aiken’s New Eden.
Greyson: Whoooooa, wait a minute.
Chris realizes what’s going on here but reacts too late to put an end to it. He charges at Jed and is immediately caught across the stomach, Jed throwing him into the air then catching Chris with a devastating powerbomb directly on top of the steel steps on the way down.
Greyson: JED!?!
Sparkles: He just powerbombed Davids onto those steps!
Greyson: What has….what has Aiken done to him? What has Aiken done to Rachel’s protector?
Wayne’s wide and onyx eyes stare wildly at the fractured body of Davids strewn across the steps. Shockingly Davids begins to stir, starting to force himself up to his feet even after being powerbombed into the steel. He shockingly gets to his feet only to be removed from them when Rachel steps up onto the stairs beside Davids, heaves him up into the air and hits him with the Dead in Tombstone on top of the stairs. She then drops down and pins Chris with his shoulders pressed to the steps.
Sparkles: Surely she’s got the title won, I don’t even think Jesus can resurrect himself after this beating.
The official makes the count to such a loud and piercing cry from the crowd.
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SIN Referee Ingelson makes as quick a count as he possibly can to ensure Chris has no chance of kicking out. Ingelson’s hand meets the canvas, meaning that Rachel has just met with success, retaining her No Holds Barred Title after one of her toughest challenges to date.
Greyson: Shocking….totally and completely shocking.
Sparkles: Who would have figured that this NHB Title match would end like this.
Greyson: Chris Davids looked like he was on his way to winning the NHB Title before falling victim to Aiken Frost’s plot. He has transformed Jed Wayne into another of his monsters, and Jed then betrayed Davids by powerbombing him on those steps.
Sparkles: All leading to Rachel hitting the Dead in Tombstone and putting Davids down for the three count.
Rachel gets to her feet with the aid of the steps before her eyes adjust to the ringside area, and more importantly to Jed’s black eyes.
Rachel: What-what-what have you done to him!?!
Fury consumes Rachel as she adjusts her sights from Jed to Aiken.
Aiken: I have ensured that you emerge from tonight still coveting the No Holds Barred Championship. I would do anything to ensure your success.
Rachel: You BASTARD! You-you-you…
Aiken: Watch your tone, or I will make sure you go back to being the lost, scared lil Cowgirl that I SAVED. If it were not for me, you would not be standing here anointed a champion. You owe EVERYTHING to me.
Rachel falls to her knees and looks on in despair as Jed slides into the ring and attaches a chain to the dog collar around her neck. All the while Chris is forcing himself up to his knees, slanting against the steel steps and glaring at the man who just cost him the NHB Title.
Chris: What have they done to you?
Jed winks one of his obsidian eyes in response.
BACKSTAGE
Pain is etched across the face of Ethan Von Aaron as he sits on the floor backstage, his spine pressed to the wall of a corridor and his ribs feeling the trauma inflicted by Silk’s double stomp. Although head trainer ‘Surly’ Sam is trying to attend to Ethan’s injuries Ethan keeps shooing the prodding hands of Sam aside. Refusing to be touched.
’Surly’ Sam: You have to let me check you over, Ethan. I have to determine rather you’re medically cleared to wrestle tonight.
Ethan: Don’t you put a finger on me you crooked mother fucker.
Ethan lashes out at the man who has been bribed into falsifying medical records time and time again. So Sam backs off, open palms raised in the seated Ethan’s direction, allowing Ethan to mend his own wounds. Of course these wounds are deepened by the familiar voice that fills the corridor where he’s seated.
Wilde: Are you surprised, Ethan?
The bearer of the Extraordinary Title, Jessica Wilde, flanked as always by her seven foot protector Executioner, step into view. The two pause before Ethan’s condemning eyes, as he looks up at the two who participated in injuring his ribs earlier in the night. Oh how he wishes he were in a condition to lunge at the smile filling Wilde’s face, but sadly, his ribs aren’t going to be compliant in attacking her.
Wilde: I told you before Silk double stomped your ribs that whores deserve nothing more than to be stoned, and that’s just what happened to you.
Executioner: Grrrr.
Wilde: Hahahaha, I know Executioner, Ethan’s plight is HYSTERICAL! But what I do to the WHORE will be far more humorous.
Wilde steps back from the angered eyes of Ethan and into the broad chest of Executioner.
Wilde: I hope you watch what I do to your ex, Katelyn (Buehler), in the ring later tonight, Ethan. I’m going to make sure she never shows up in a SIN venue ever again.
Executioner: Grrrrr.
Wilde: Yep. It’s time to put an end to all these bizarre letters that I’m sure Katelyn’s been responsible for sending me. I won’t be intimidated any longer, and I won’t risk either you, Ethan, or your former lover, the Whore, sullying this federation’s reputation. Come along Executioner.
The masked giant offers one last growl in Ethan’s direction before following Wilde down the corridor. Ethan would really, really like to give pursuit, but he can barely breathe without wanting to scream in agony, let alone stand up. “Surly” Sam reaches out for Ethan’s ribs only to have the doctor’s hands actually slapped in retaliation.
Ethan: FUDGE OFF!
IN RING
”My Demons” by Starset are streaming through the PA system to quite the expressive response from the fans. The hate is off the charts and all directed at Jessica Wilde as she comes to the stage carrying the Extraordinary Title over her arm and sitting across the shoulders of her bodyguard Executioner. The two make their way down the ramp towards the ring while ignoring the outrage from the crowd.
Greyson: I think being forced to see Jessica Wilde and Executioner once is more than enough. We already witnessed these two come out and aid Silk in destroying Ethan Von Aaron’s ribs. Who knows what they have planned next.
Sparkles: Executioner and Krauzer should get into a growl off. I would pay such good money to see that.
Greyson: Well I’m sure the fans didn’t pay good money to sit through the arrival of either of these two.
Executioner turns his back to the ring and allows Wilde to slip off of his shoulders to the apron. She leans back against the ropes then puts her foot on top of Executioner’s head and pushes back, flipping over the cables then landing in the middle of the squared circle. She steps to the center of the ring, drops to a knee with one hand over her heart and the other palm raised to the heavens.
Wilde: HAIL SIN, HAIL SINISTRY!!
The palm that is raised to the heavens is soon filled by a microphone. Executioner fetches one from ringside and plants it in her hand, Wilde wrapping her fingers around it and then lifting it to her lips.
Wilde: I hear it. Yes, I’ve heard it for several weeks now. I’ve heard it swelling, I’ve heard it building. I’ve heard your whispers transform into pleas, and your pleas twist into cries. What do you cry out for though?
Wilde looks repulsed by merely thinking of the name that is about to come through her lips.
Wilde: Katelyn Buehler…
A piercing ovation consumes the Manhattan Center in response to Wilde name dropping Buehler, the woman who was suspended by Principle Owner Kloe Masters several weeks ago. The fervor from the crowd results in frustrations from Wilde. She does not take kindly to the fans showing their love for the woman who Wilde has been determined to destroy since Wilde’s debut in the IWC.
Wilde: Katelyn Buehler, the WHORE, she’s the one you cry out for? She’s the one you’ve been begging to see since she was suspended by the brilliant and beautiful Kloe Masters? Instead of using your voices to demand more of my master, Ba’al, or more of my queen, Rachel Foxx, you-you-you beg for Buehler?
Wilde is overcome with disgust.
Wilde: Need I remind you people what the Whore has done to my masters in the Sinistry, how she attacked Rachel Foxx over and over again with no provocation, or how she assaulted Ba’al with a gavel on numerous occasions? And let’s not forget how she busted me open several months ago before proceeding to toss me off a stage. Yet you people claim that Katelyn was unfairly suspended just so that Kloe could keep her away from the Sinistry? If anything, Kloe, or anyone in a position of power, should have suspended Buehler a long-long time ago. The Whore is unstable, she’s uncontrollable and worse of all, she’s both unfit to be a wrestler and unfit to be a mother.
The crowd has not forgotten how instrumental Wilde was in the plot to have Katelyn’s daughters taken into the custody of social services and then handed over to Rachel Foxx.
Wilde: Katelyn is an unpredictable and very dangerous individual, and I will not allow her to return to this ring to put either myself, or far more importantly, my masters at undue risk. Your chants of Buehler, your demands for her to return, they are only encouraging Katelyn to make some feeble attempt to defy Kloe’s edict and get back to this ring. I won’t allow that. The Whore will never again set foot in this ring, she will remain suspended tonight, tomorrow, forever. Because if she so much as even thinks about returning to SIN, I will remind her that there are still people she loves who can be made to suffer. With that said, WHORE….
Wilde turns to the camera, taking the off chance that Buehler may be watching from somewhere on the planet.
Wilde: Should you attempt to set foot in this building, or send me another of these twisted letters I’ve been receiving week after week, Executioner and I will make a very special trip right to your home. But you won’t be the one we’re visiting Katelyn, we’ll be coming to see your sister, Kitty.
With outstretched hands Wilde gestures to the hundreds in attendance.
Wilde: Everyone remembers Kitty right? The girl who had the honor of facing Rachel Frost in Rachel’s IWC debut. The girl who should have felt privileged that Rachel deemed her important enough to give her a Dead in Tombstone that was so vicious it snapped Kitty’s neck.
Focus goes back to the camera with Buehler presumably watching from home.
Wilde: Well Whore, the moment you show up here will be the moment we show up there, and Executioner and I will help Kitty realize that there are far worse things than a broken neck. So stay away Katelyn and stop with your tacky letter writing campaign. You will stop pretending to be literate, and you will stop pretending that I find you threatening. I intend on keeping you out of this ring so you won’t make a mockery of this federation, and so that you will not infect the impressionable minds of young viewers by flaunting your sexual perversions for all to see over the air….
Wilde would like to continue, she would really enjoy nothing more than continuing to threaten Buehler, but her diatribe is abruptly ended thanks to a loud, long and piercing howl. Wilde instantly turns in a circle, Executioner doing the same as the two look for the source of this feral and animalistic cry. Their search is impeded when the lights in the building dim down just enough to block out the view of the audience, but also to bring to focus the face of a wolf.
It seems to glow in the darkness, lurking upon the stage and drawing all eyes towards it’s blood thirsty expression.
Wilde: I warned you Buehler! I WARNED YOU!
It appears Wilde hasn’t warned sufficiently enough. The wolf’s face vanishes as quickly as it materialized, and now the lights in the building return to the normal. But there’s something truly abnormal going on inside of the ring. Wilde turns to get Executioner to follow her out of the ring before finding his massive body reduced to nothing but a bloody puddle upon the canvas. Wilde lunges back with panic stricken eyes reflecting the mangled physique of her protector, who was taken out under the veil of darkness.
The blood creeping forth from the eye slits of Executioner’s mask are not the only change to his appearance. There is something extending from the collar of his shirt….a letter. Wilde just can’t help herself, reaching out and grabbing the letter while even under such duress. Her trembling hand takes the envelope and removes the document from it, opening the parchment and reading the message out loud.
Wilde: Figured it out yet?
Wilde recoils from these words, her head shaking from a mixture of shock and confusion.
BACKSTAGE
Pain continues to addle the body of Ethan Von Aaron, who remains seated on the cold floor in a backstage corridor, propping his back against the wall. His spine is to plaster, his butt is to linoleum, and his sides are occupied by Alana Starr and Tina Valentine. The X-Class Champion, Alana, and the Queen of the Ring Champion, Tina, crouch down on opposite sides of their agent, who is still harboring quite the injury from that double stomp he took earlier tonight at the feet of Silk.
Alana: Look at you Ethan, for GOOD sakes just look at you. You’re a fudging mess, and all because you won’t leave well enough alone.
Ethan: Are you-are you actually blaming this on ME?
Alana: Well who else is to blame?
Ethan: Aiken Frost maybe.
Alana: Aiken? He’s just trying to keep you from stealing his wife. He honors the sanctity of marriage. Honestly, he’s a GOOD man. So no, he’s not to blame for any of this.
Tina: And neither is Ethan.
Alana: What?
Starr is a little surprised that Tina would dare disagree with her.
Tina: Well, maybe he is a LITTLE bit. But ultimately, the fault for what happened to him falls on one person’s head….
Tina resists the urge to upchuck as she says the name out loud.
Tina: Kordy…
The name is almost spat out rather than spoken.
Tina: If you two had dealt with her, then NONE of this would have happened. Kordy’s been allowed to play both sides of the fence for too long.
Ethan: Wait, Kordy’s bi? Why am I just NOW learning this?
Tina: Uh, she probably is, but what I mean, is she’s been acting like a member of the GOOD Movement while really supporting the very group that just broke your ribs. When are you two going to stop letting Kordy undermine and sabotage you, and do something to deal with that heinous FUGMO?
Alana: Kordy’s not the problem, Ethan and his….
Tina: What do you mean Kordy’s not the problem? She’s hanging out with the Sinistry. No one GOOD should ever be involved with a Frost.
Alana frowns and veers her eyes away from Tina’s face.
Alana: Listen, Ethan, you brought this on yourself. You should never try to break up a happy marriage. So call off this Dog Collar Match tonight and just stay away from Aiken and Rachel. Please.
Ethan: Listen Goddess, you know I would sacrifice anything to see a smile on your face, but-but…
Ethan works his way up to his feet in spite of the agony coursing through his mid-section.
Ethan: I’m not about to abandon Rachel. I HAVE to go to that ring and beat Aiken tonight, and I have to break that chain he’s been dragging his wife around on. Then, Rachel and I, are going to celebrate her liberation by getting reeeeal freaky nasty in the ring.
Kloe: Why you perverse lil man.
Tina instinctively forms a protective wall between Majority Owner Kloe Masters, the Sinistry’s faithful proponent, and her agent, the injured Ethan. Kloe does not come sashaying along without backup, this time in the form of Head Trainer ‘Surly’ Sam.
Kloe: You’re really as delusional as you are depraved.
Ethan grins, wondering if that was a compliment or not.
Kloe: In spite of my personal feelings about you, Ethan, none of which being GOOD, I’m not about to allow you go out there and risk further injury.
Ethan: Listen here French Whore Haircuit, I’m….
Kloe: If your unwilling to allow Sam here (gestures to the perpetual frown on the Head Trainer’s face) to give you a medical evaluation, then I’m afraid I can’t allow you to compete this evening.
Ethan: Da’ fudge are you talking about?
Kloe: We’ll just have to find a replacement opponent for Aiken this evening in that Dog Collar Match.
Ethan: You can’t do this, this is bull-sugar!
Kloe: Eeeexxxcccuuuse me for trying to look out for the well-being of my roster. You’re NOT wrestling tonight, so stay back here and lick your wounds.
Ethan: But Rachel was supposed to be doing all the licking tonight. I didn’t bring along this bottle of honey for nothing.
Kloe: Keep that and everything else in your pants, Ethan.
Kloe and the always unhappy ‘Surly’ Sam walk away, leaving Ethan in a state of shock, eyes cutting between Tina and Alana.
Tina: Told you so. Kordy probably put Kloe up to that decision.
Alana: Like it or not Ethan, this is YOUR fault.
Ethan: The heck it is, and the heck will I let anyone take my place. I could give two flying fudges what Kloe says, I’m wrestling Aiken.
Tina: Ethan wait…
Tina shouts after Ethan as he walks away, only for the Queen of the Ring Champion to have her words silenced when Alana puts a hand on her shoulder, restraining her.
IN RING
We cut away from the defiant Ethan Von Aaron backstage to the concerned expression of commentator Greyson Lovejoy planted at ringside. Sparkles is right along beside him with the puppet’s customary fixed stare.
Greyson: Can you believe this, Sparkles?
Sparkles: I can’t believe the cameras would dare cut away from Alana Starr. Someone needs to fire this production staff immediately. And why can’t all shots of Alana be in slow motion?
Greyson: She’s not Chuck Norris, Sparkles she doesn’t have to be in slow-mo in every single frame.
Sparkles: I’m convinced you were born without testicles, Lovejoy.
Greyson: Speaking of a lack of testicles, it sounds like Kloe Masters has just neutered Ethan Von Aaron. She pretty much cut his balls off by refusing to allow him to wrestle Aiken Frost tonight.
Sparkles: For his own physical well-be….
Greyson: Don’t hand me that bullshit! Kloe is only out to protect the Sinistry, primarily Aiken Frost here tonight by keeping Ethan from being able to wrestle him in their scheduled Dog Collar Match.
Sparkles: At least Aiken will have a ‘fitting’ replacement opponent. I hope it’s the Dalek, can you imagine the buyrates?
Ethan: Listen here-listen here-listen here….
There is a rather spastic response at the sight of Ethan Von Aaron, who stumbles and staggers his way through the curtains grabbing at his wounded ribs. Even though he finds it difficult to stand at the moment, he’s able to shout through the microphone squeezed in his hand.
Ethan: No one, not any ladies with butch haircuts, not any ladies who screw around with tattooed zombies, and not any ladies who think emulating Dana Carvey’s Church Lady character, are going to keep me from beating Aiken and then banging his wife.
People TRY to get behind Ethan, but his every word makes it harder and harder to support him. It takes some doing, but Von Aaron manages to bend forward and slip through the ropes, trying his best not to squeal from the pain in his abdomen as he does so.
Ethan: Aiken has kept me from making Rachel bow-legged for too long. It’s time I free her from you, Aiken, and then I unleash the Kraken all over your wife.
Ethan grabs his crotch and shakes it, just in case he wasn’t turning enough stomachs.
Ethan: So to heck with the injuries. To heck with Kloe’s edict. I’m wrestling this Dog Collar Match. I’m subjecting Aiken to the treatment he’s forced on his wife. Then I’m hitting the Epic Fail, beating Aiken, and tapping that sweet-sweet Rachel behind throughout the rest of th……
The only thing tapped is a forearm across the back of Ethan’s head. A blow is delivered by Jessica Wilde that sends Ethan corkscrewing, which isn’t the type of screwing he had in mind for the night, to the canvas. Silk slides into the ring behind her student Wilde, joining in with stomps across Ethan’s body. It looks as if both ladies are intent on finishing the job they started earlier in the night, rendering Ethan not incapable of competing, but of wrestling for the remainder of his career. Wilde grabs Ethan’s arms, forces them behind his back and then pulls him up to his knees, rendering him defenseless against a blade that comes sliding out from between Silk’s teeth, attached to the tip of her tongue. It draws closer to Ethan’s face, and Kloe Masters draws closer to the ring, Head Trainer ‘Surly’ Sam directly behind her.
Kloe: I told you to stay backstage Ethan. If you just listened for once in your life, you could have avoided this.
The Majority Owner makes her way into the ring where Ethan is on the verge of being subjected to an even more ghastly fate than the one he suffered earlier in the night.
Kloe: Your stupidity makes it so much harder for me to feel bad for you, Ethan. So you know what? I won’t. I have not even an iota of guilt over what’s about to happen to you.
Aiken: Neither do I, my child, neither do I.
Aiken Frost makes his way down the ramp, tugging on the chain wrapped around his wife’s throat, forcing her into compliance. Not only does she have Krauzer guiding her by the arm, but now Jed Wayne is standing on the opposite side of Rachel Frost, also forcing her cooperation. The two stop a disgruntled and dismayed Rachel at ringside while Aiken makes his way up the steps and through the ropes.
Aiken: You were warned, sufficiently so, Mr. Von Aaron, that should you continue down this path to fulfill your lecherous desires, that you would not find the gratification in which you pursue. The only bodily fluids that shall be purged of your body this evening will be the blood that surges from your veins….
Much like Rachel at ringside Ethan struggles against the oppressive grasp holding him in place within the ring, but neither has any luck freeing themselves.
Aiken: You and I could have had a potential show stealing performance this evening, Mr. Von Aaron, but instead you will slip away into obscurity. You will be forgotten the moment the bell rings and my bout against your replacement begins. Thank you, Mrs. Masters, for selecting a more befitting opponent to square off against me this evening.
Kloe curtsies in a manner that has the crowd gagging.
Aiken: I do believe that Leviticus is the perfect sparring partner for me this evening, as I do owe him a measure of payback for the manner in which he assaulted my testicles several weeks ago on NewAge.
Aiken turns to the curtains after revealing that Leviticus, the Marketing Guru who Ethan blackmailed into assaulting Aiken, emerge from the back and make his presence known in the ring.
Aiken: Come along Mr. Leviticus, so that I may make quick work of you…..
BACKSTAGE
Stagehand: Who did this? HUH? Who did this!?!
The Cartel-tron lights up and reveals not only the piercing cries of stagehands backstage, but their concerned bodies gathered around the unconscious Leviticus. He is laid across the floor with his associate Mr. Ridiculous standing a few inches away, appearing just as concerned regarding Levi’s fate as the stagehands.
Mr. Ridiculous: Maybe Scruffy saw who attacked Dick’s client.
The stuffed cat stuck under Mr. Ridiculous’ arm is raised and questioned.
Mr. Ridiculous: What did you see, Scruffy?
He shakes the stuffed cat when it doesn’t respond.
Mr. Ridiculous: We have ways of making you talk.
Stagehand: Leviticus, did you see who did this to you?
Levi remains incommunicado, knocked silly by whomever assaulted him in this backstage corridor.
IN RING
Back to the ring we go, where Aiken stands smiling and lowering the chain that he brought along with him. He drops the chain, attached at two ends to dog collars, to the canvas, giving up on putting it to use tonight. Kloe Masters is already in the process of sending ‘Surly’ Sam backstage to look over Leviticus. But Sam should stay in the ring in order to patch the wounds that Silk is about to inflict on Ethan with her bladed tongue. Ethan’s arms are still restrained behind his back by a cackling Wilde, who rejoices at the thought of seeing her trainer Silk dispatch Von Aaron with extreme prejudice.
Aiken: It appears as though no one is in a condition to face me this evening.
Aiken kicks the chain and dog collars across the ring.
Aiken: Which is befitting, as it provides adequate time for Rachel and I to properly celebrate tonight’s….
”SATISFIED” by Social Code all at once brings everything occurring either in the ring or around it to a crashing halt. Every set of eyes veers to the stage that is now occupied by Katelyn Buehler!
Greyson: NOOO WAY!
Sparkles: She’s-she’s-she’s HERE!
Greyson: I think I just dropped something in my pants, and it isn’t chocolate pudding.
The ovation is so loud the Manhattan Center threatens to implode. Katelyn stands there on the stage inundated by the screams, but not hearing a single solitary one of them. Her head is filled by only one sound, that voice that tells her to destroy EVERYONE inside of the ring, including the woman who suspended her.
Kloe tries to exude strength, but right now she has a boulder in her throat she’s trying to push down into the pit of her stomach. That anxiety is exacerbated when Katelyn stops soaking in the ovation she’s hearing and starts bolting straight for the ring. Jed and Krauzer have pulled Rachel out of Buehler’s paths, as both men watch with their jet black eyes the sight of Buehler sliding into the ring. She leaps to her feet and overlooks all the tempting targets before her, trying to select who will be the first to be subjected to her wrath.
Greyson: I never would have suspected Katelyn would be here tonight.
Sparkles: I know my penis is very happy right now.
Suddenly Wilde detaches from Ethan and goes barreling across the ring right into the KTFO. The very mouth that was used to threaten Katelyn’s sister is closed by Katelyn’s roaring elbow. The stiff strike sends Wilde spiraling down to the canvas.
Greyson: Katelyn knocks out Wilde! It’s about damn time!
Wilde rolls across the canvas clutching at her fractured jaw, which won’t be the last bone broken by Katelyn. She turns now to Kloe, the very individual who forced Katelyn to the sidelines via suspending her. Unfortunately for Katelyn, Kloe is already being led from the ring by Silk and Sam. They form a protective cocoon around the Majority Owner, who only now is shouting at Buehler from ringside. Katelyn encourages her to re-enter the ring but Kloe is not foolish enough to answer to these demands. Therefore the ring is only occupied by three individuals at the moment, a beaten down kneeling Ethan, the disturbed Aiken Frost, and the deranged Katelyn Buehler.
Katelyn’s eyes turn from Kloe to the chain resting on the canvas, stooping down to pick it up. Instantly Aiken begins to shake his head in protest as he watches Buehler open one of the dog collars, presumably on the cusp of wrapping it around her own neck.
Greyson: No…don’t tell me, don’t tell me Katelyn is going to be Aiken’s opponent.
Sparkles: That might be why she took out Leviticus backstage.
Greyson: If it wasn’t shocking enough just seeing Katelyn here tonight, the last thing I would have suspected is seeing her wrestle and wrestle a member of the Frost family to boot.
A dejected Aiken is suddenly unbalanced when he finds the back of his skull subjected to the Epic Fail. Ethan hits the spinning superkick and knocks Aiken to the canvas amidst an explosive roar from the crowd. Ethan falls back into the ropes and now glares at Katelyn, the two sharing a shrewd glare. To the surprise of everyone Katelyn tosses the dog collar to her ex, Ethan snatching it out of the air, and then Katelyn exits the ring. It appears she’s after one target at the moment, and that target is the lady being escorted to the back. Kloe remains surrounded by Silk and Head Trainer ‘Surly’ Sam as the three disappear backstage with Katelyn closing the gap that separates them.
Greyson: Katelyn Buehler has returned and she’s going straight after the Majority Owner AFTER she knocked Wilde out with that roaring elbow.
Sparkles: And Aiken, he was just knocked out with the Epic Fail by Von Aaron.
Greyson: Who looks like he’s about to get this Dog Collar match started one way or another.
Ethan may have internal bleeding but it won’t stop him from grabbing the dog collar off the canvas, wrapping it around his neck, then putting the other collar around Aiken’s neck. Both men finally find themselves chained together by the throats, prompting referee Patrick Fitzpatrick to slide into the ring and shamble his way across it before calling for the bell.
AIKEN FROST VS. ETHAN VON AARON:
DOG COLLAR MATCH
Greyson: Here it is Sparkles, here it is….the Dog Collar Match is finally underway. Ethan versus Aiken in what might be arguably the most anticipated match on tonight’s card in the minds of many fans.
Sparkles: I’m looking more forward to the potential of Rachel and Ethan celebrating should Ethan win.
Greyson: Yes, we all know what Ethan has planned for that celebration, and it’s going to make the sponsors very-very angry.
Now that their necks are bound by the chain Ethan begins put the linked steel to good use. He drags Aiken up to his feet, turns him around and wraps the chain around Aiken’s throat before using it to deliver a modified Rude Awakening style reverse neckbreaker, swiveling hips included.
Rachel looks delighted at ringside, in spite of both her arms being clasped by Jed and Krauzer.
Aiken grabs at his throat, which is further subjected to trauma when Ethan wraps the slack in the chain around in front of Aiken’s larynx. Ethan stands behind Aiken and rears back on the chain several times, choking all of the life from Aiken’s body.
Finally Aiken reaches up and manages to slip his fingers in between the chain and his increasingly red throat, then proceeds to bridge his body up off of the canvas. Ethan thinks quick and for once thinks smart. He turns his back to his opponent and pulls down on the chain stretched over his shoulder. Aiken is sent flipping over Ethan’s back then landing on his feet in front of his nemesis, then being pulled by the chain into a short arm lariat. Aiken collapses to the canvas and Ethan staggers past him into the ropes. Although his abdomen is killing him, Ethan still employs a few pelvic thrusts in the direction of a smirking Rachel at ringside.
Greyson: Stay on your opponent Ethan.
Sparkles: I think he wants to get to the post match celebration.
Greyson: He actually has to beat Aiken first.
Ethan blows a kiss in Rachel’s direction before turning back towards Aiken and once again wrapping the slack in his chain around his fist. He then pulls on it, dragging Aiken across the canvas into another short arm clothesline that connects. Aiken bounces off the ring then rolls towards the ropes, grabbing them in a desperate attempt to reach his feet. Ethan rushes in and blasts Aiken to the cheek with a punch, knocking him over the cables and to the outside of the ring.
Aiken lands on his knees and scoots across them towards the announce table, but doesn’t make it very far considering that he’s still bound to Von Aaron by the chain. Ethan slips through the ropes to the apron them begins to climb up the turnbuckle behind him. He stands on the outside of the corner and then winks in Rachel’s direction, right on the cusp of taking to the air. And he does go airborne, just not in the way he had intended.
Aiken stands up, grabs the slack in the chain and pulls with all of his strength, sending Ethan flying off the turnbuckle before crashing face first into the announce table.
Greyson: OOOH SHAT!
Sparkles: Ethan landing on our announce table right in front of us.
The grimacing crowd watches as Von Aaron collapses to the mats clasping at his wounded mug. He desperately tries to get up, palming his face before Aiken gives the chain attached to his throat another forceful tug. As a result Von Aaron is launched forward right into the steel turnbuckle post. His head bounces off and he goes tumbling into a chair that is situated between two converging barricades. He plants himself on top of it and takes a breather, even though every inhalation hurts his lungs so.
Aiken now climbs up onto the apron and watches Rachel from the corner of his eye, puckering up his lips and making a kissy face gesture towards his disgruntled wife. Aiken now takes off across the apron before leaping off the edge into a diving missile dropkick right into Ethan, who was still sitting in the corner of the barricades.
Greyson: OOOH MY!
Sparkles: AIR AIKEN!
Greyson: Aiken DESTROYING Von Aaron with that dropkick in this, the culmination to one of the most bitter rivalries in the history of this company.
Aiken rolls away from Ethan, who surprisingly remains seated upright in his chair, although he’s slanted over the barricade. Aiken takes full advantage of this, taking off towards the apron and then leaping onto it. He turns towards Ethan, runs across the apron and dives off into ANOTHER missile dropkick, this one even more powerful than the last one. The side of Ethan’s head bounces off the barricade and he finally tumbles off of the chair and to the mats. He slowly crawls away from Aiken, trying to regain his faculties, but not fairing very well, especially when the chain attaching him to Aiken is now being wrapped around his throat.
Aiken pulls on the chain and forces Ethan up to his feet then employs said chain to drag said Ethan directly into the barricade. Aiken yanks the chain with enough force to lift Ethan off of his feet and send him flipping upside down right into the barricade. Ethan’s kidneys crash into the steel, taking much of the impact. Aiken then drags Ethan up to his feet by the chain attached to his neck and uses it to whip him into the ring.
Ethan rolls to the center grabbing at his back while Aiken slides in beside him and employs the chain as a whip. He slams the steel links repeatedly over Ethan’s back, resulting in Ethan’s screams of agony. He tries to crawl away from the chain but Aiken provides him a very short leash. He steps in at Ethan’s side and slams the chain over his back once again. Aiken now takes the chain and wraps it around Ethan’s throat several times before backing into one of the turnbuckles. He takes a seat on the top rope and then pulls back on the chain, lifting Ethan’s feet off of the canvas and strangling him to the dismay of the audience and the watching Rachel in particular.
Greyson: Nothing pretty or fancy about this match Sparkles, these two are just choking and maiming one another with that chain.
Sparkles: Wouldn’t suspect anything less given the history between these two.
Aiken continues to strangle the oxygen out of Ethan’s brain, squeezing the chain about Ethan’s throat until his opponents face goes bright blue. Referee Fitzpatrick does nothing about this, the SIN referee providing Aiken with a lot of leeway. Aiken takes full advantage of this fact, yanking on the chain with enough force to pop Ethan’s head like a pimple. But Von Aaron won’t see his chances of celebrating with Rachel busted. He surprisingly puts his feet on the middle rope and reaches back, taking Aiken around the head. Ethan now leaps off of the turnbuckle and drags Aiken down into a SUPER STUNNER!
Aiken’s jaw bounces off of Ethan’s shoulder and he now ricochets back through the ropes. Eventually Aiken collapses to the outside mats while Ethan starts to get his bearings in the ring. He forces himself to his feet then goes after Aiken only to be surprised to find Aiken giving the chain a forceful tug. A tug powerful enough to pull Ethan along through the ropes shoulder first right into the exposed turnbuckle post.
Ethan’s clavicle bounces off of the post and his body goes turning away from it just as Aiken leaps back to the apron, flies through the ropes and twists into a modified DDT. He catches Ethan’s head on the way down then plants it directly into the ring.
Ethan flips over to his seat looking very disorientated while Aiken stands up at his adversary’s side, wrapping the chain around his own elbow. Aiken then rushes into the ropes in front of Ethan, ricochets off and dives into a sliding elbow, with the chain tied around it, directly into Ethan’s face.
Ethan is laid out but Aiken is standing and taking the chain, wrapping it around Aiken’s foot. Aiken then leaps into the air and stomps down with the chain laced boot right across Ethan’s forehead.
Greyson: These two coming up with some creative uses for that chain.
Sparkles: Aiken wrapping it all around his body to inflict pain on Ethan.
And Ethan is in a pretty bad state, looking shaken up as he tries to get away from his opponent, an impossible task considering he’s competing in a Dog Collar Match. Aiken grabs Ethan by the bangs and slowly drags him along to his feet, methodically exacting punishment on his adversary. But just then Ethan throws some excess chain back over his shoulder, wraps it around the back of Aiken’s neck and yanks down it. He flips Aiken over into a snapmare. Ethan then scrambles to his feet and charges at Aiken only to be hit under the jaw with a scintillating thrust kick by Aiken’s boot that is STILL wrapped in the chain.
The kick inflicts double damage as a result, taking Ethan right off of his feet and putting him in a position where he can be pinned with the utmost ease. Aiken drops to his knees and looks to go for the cover, but stops, a broad smile forming across his face. He then takes some of the slack in the chain, wraps it around his fist and throws a punch at Ethan’s forehead. It connects with such force that it instantly puts a small tear in Ethan’s scalp, a gash that Aiken proceeds to headbutt repeatedly.
A trickle of blood runs down Ethan’s face, one that is twisting away from Aiken, who takes the chain and begins to wrap it around Ethan’s throat. To Aiken’s distress however, Ethan manages to get his hands between his throat and the chain, wrapping his hand around the steel links. He pulls down on it with all of his strength, once again flipping Aiken over and onto the canvas. Ethan stands up and goes to press this short lived advantage, only to suddenly realize his advantage was far shorter lived than he had anticipated. Another devastating thrust kick with a chain wrapped boot greets Ethan the moment he gets to his feet.
The kick sends Ethan tumbling backwards and falling through the ropes, only for his shins to catch the top rope and push his feet right back down to the canvas. Ethan is catapulted out of the ropes and extends the chain out to his side to aid him in delivering an absolutely devastating clothesline across Aiken’s throat. The impact sends Frost crashing to the canvas and grabbing at his carotid artery while the fans are leaping out of their seats and grabbing at their heads in disbelief.
Greyson: THE NIGEL delivered by Von Aaron.
Sparkles: And his ricochet clothesline was aided by that chain.
The blow to the throat makes it hard for Aiken to breath, a task further complicated when Ethan wraps the chain around Aiken’s neck several times then pitches him over the top rope. The chain has now been turned to a noose, strangling Aiken as his feet dangle over the outside mats and oxygen is asphyxiated from his body.
Aiken finally alleviates some of the pressure on his throat by reaching back over the ropes and digging his nails directly into Ethan’s eyes, raking them. Ethan staggers back and Aiken now grabs the top rope and skins the cat back into the ring. Well, he ALMOST skins the cat. He gets his legs over the top rope but his feet never reach the ring, instead they end up draped over Ethan’s shoulders. Ethan drags down on the creases of Aiken’s legs and hits him with the Alabama Slam, driving his nemesis into the canvas.
Aiken grins through the pain, but the smile is about to removed from his face when his boot is removed from his foot. Ethan grabs Aiken’s boot the one that is wrapped in the chain and pulls it clean off. He then drops down on top of Aiken’s chest in a mounted position before swinging the chain wrapped boot right into his opponent’s forehead over and over again.
Now a gash has been opened in Aiken’s forehead resulting from these numerous concussing blows. And the damage is about to get even more severe, because Ethan leaves the chain wrapped boot on top of Aiken’s face before taking off into the ropes, ricocheting from then then delivering a huge knee drop right into that boot.
Greyson: Ethan using Aiken’s own boot AND the chain against him.
Ethan rolls to the outside of the ring at this point, with just enough slack in the chain allowing it to happen. He reaches beneath the squared circle and grabs a kendo stick to a surprisingly loud ovation from the crowd.
Greyson: What does Ethan have planned for that?
Sparkles: Maybe he’s going to use it in his post-match celebration with Rachel.
Greyson: Your mind really does work in very deranged ways.
Ethan returns to the ring with the cane extended from his hand, narrowing in on Aiken.
Greyson: Looks like Ethan is about to take full advantage of the lack of rules in these Chain Matches. Allow me to reiterate…
Sparkles: Here comes Captain Exposition again….
Greyson: There can be no disqualifications in a Dog Collar Match, only way to win is via pinfall.
Ethen steps towards Aiken with the cane raised into position for a knock out swing. That’s when Aiken suddenly pulls on the chain, dragging Ethan forward right into a chain wrapped fist across the ribs. Ethan doubles over grabbing at his mid-section and wincing in agony, still feeling the ill effects of that devastating double stomp he was hit with earlier in the night
Aiken now stands up and swings his chain wrapped fist right into Ethan’s cheek. The blow sends Ethan staggering back into the ropes, spilling through them. Once again his shins hit the top rope though, propelling his feet back down to the canvas. He is launched back onto his feet and into another rebound clothesline only to have his head smashed with the kendo stick.
The cane bounces right off of Ethan’s forehead and sends him tumbling back into the ropes. Ethan falls through the cables but once again his shins hit the top rope and it catapults him back up to his feet, charging right into the chain wrapped boot that Aiken swings directly into Ethan’s face. FINALLY Ethan is taken down to the canvas with Aiken throwing aside the boot then falling into the cover, hooking his opponent’s leg.
Greyson: A shot from the cane to the head, followed by a blow from the chain!
Sparkles: Can that bring an end to Ethan’s lust?
Fitzpatrick is in position and is making the count.
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To the shock of everyone in the arena, perhaps Aiken more than anyone, Ethan launches his shoulder from the canvas.
That blood that was trickling down Ethan’s forehead is now gushing. He is busted pretty bad, but even that doesn’t stop him from trying to get to his feet. Aiken takes a moment to detach the chain from his boot and slide it back on his foot, but this might prove to be a costly time consuming endeavor. Aiken gives Ethan enough time to crawl into the ropes and stare through them at Rachel, who is pleading with him from ringside.
Rachel: Get up Ethan….GET YER ASS UP!
This is all Ethan needed to hear, finding the motivation from Rachel’s words to begin reaching his feet. He stands up just as Aiken rushes in from behind and delivers a spine crushing blow that knocks him through the ropes to the apron. Ethan lies on his back desperately trying to recover while Aiken returns to the center of the ring desperately trying to grab hold of the kendo stick. He has it in his possession and now has such sickening ideas in store for it only to have his body suddenly dragged back into the ropes. He hits the cables and now Von Aaron is taking the chain and wrapping it around not only Aiken’s arms but the top rope as well. Aiken struggles to get free as he finds both of his arms tied to the top rope.
Greyson: Ethan has got Aiken in an incredibly bad position right now.
Sparkles: Aiken is chained to the ropes and can’t get himself free.
Ethan takes full advantage of Aiken’s predicament by grabbing some slack in the chain, wrapping it around his hand then employing it to deliver some knife edge chops across Aiken’s chest. Soon the chops begin to be delivered with rapid succession, until Ethan’s hand and the chain wrapped around it become nothing but a blur and Aiken’s chest becomes nothing but a bruise.
Greyson: Ethan with Kobashi style chops right across Aiken’s chest and he’s got a damned chain wrapped around his hand while he’s doing it.
Sparkles: And Aiken can’t do a thing about it, cause his arms are chained to the ropes.
Who knows how many chops have connected across Aiken’s chest at this point, but what is transparent is the grief it is subjecting Aiken to. Welts form across Aiken’s sternum, bleeding welts that match the laceration in his forehead, a laceration widened when Ethan turns from chops to punches. He begins to deliver jabs, knuckles laced with chain, repeatedly across Aiken’s forehead, really widening the gap in his forehead. Blood is streaming down over the smiling upturned lips of Aiken, his reaction not what Ethan was anticipating in the slightest. So Ethan changes his strategy, approaching the kendo stick that was left splayed across the canvas. He picks it up and prepares to put it to some pretty nefarious purposes.
Greyson: Ooooh boy, Ethan’s got some bad ideas for that kendo stick.
Sparkles: I hope it’s not the type of stuff we typically see in a prison shower.
The moment the kendo stick finds its way into Ethan’s hands, Jed Wayne finds his way to the apron. He steps up behind Aiken and desperately tries to free his arm from the chain that Ethan has employed to bind his arms to the ropes. However, Jed has no luck freeing Aiken considering Jed’s own head is on the receiving end of a crushing cane shot. Jed collapses to the outside mats as a result of Ethan’s blow, and Krauzer quickly steps in to assist Wayne to his feet. Krauzer doesn’t realize that he’s released Rachel, who is now free to leave, but she’s not going anywhere, not until this match has ended. She’s spellbound to the action, much like the rest of the crowd.
And the action is only about to get more pulse pounding, more thrilling, more intense now that Ethan has Aiken entirely at his mercy. Ethan is pointing between the cane and Aiken’s lacerated forehead, warning him that he’s about to crush his skull. And to the surprise of everyone, there’s Rachel not just chiming in from ringside, but cheerleading for Ethan.
Rachel: Get him sugar!
Rachel is just as intent as the rest of the world in their desire to see Ethan crush Aiken’s skull with the Kendo Stick, but it’s only Rachel that Ethan is eager to please. He retracts the cane and start to swing at Aiken’s bloodied face before hearing the sole detractor in attendance.
Alana: Don’t take this any further, Ethan.
The X-Class Champion, Alana Starr, Ethan’s most prized client, climbs up onto the apron, shouting at her agent….a very CONFUSED agent. Ethan lowers the cane to his side yet heightens his suspicions. He tilts his head in Alana’s direction as she demands his focus.
Alana: Can’t you see how wrong you are in all of this? You crossed a line by pursuing a relationship with Aiken’s wife. You’ve pushed this man too far. That’s not the type of behavior I would suspect from one of the leaders of the GOOD Movement.
Ethan: He’s…he’s….he’s the one….
Ethan points the kendo stick directly at Aiken, putting all blame for the escalation of their hostilities square upon Aiken’s bloodied shoulders.
Alana: NO Ethan. The GOOD Movement and the Sinistry, we could have had an unstoppable alliance, but you don’t think that far ahead. Instead you only think with one head, and it’s smothered by your jock strap right now.
All of this talk between Ethan and Alana proves to be a detrimental distraction for Ethan, because it permits Krauzer to come sliding into the ring behind him and taking his shoulder. Ethan is suddenly spun around and nailed with a vicious right hand across the jaw, sending him spiraling down to the canvas. Jed has recovered from that shot by the kendo stick and is climbing over the ropes, joining in on the assault against Ethan. Both monsters with obsidian eyes put their giant boots across Ethan’s already traumatized body, causing the kendo stick to fall out of his hands. And those empty hands are now reaching out towards Alana, begging her for her help.
Ethan: Alana…..ALANA!
The X-Class Champion looks between the blood seeping down Ethan’s face and then towards Aiken’s shaking head.
Aiken: You know the GOOD thing to do.
A distressed Alana makes her decision, dropping from the apron and backing away from the desperate Ethan. Her eyes drift towards Aiken, blowing him a kiss, which brings a giant smile to his face.
Sparkles: Where is Alana going?
Greyson: She’s walking away from Ethan when he needs her the most.
Sparkles: Huh? Oh, I don’t care about that, I’m just upset she’s leaving in the first place. Get your GOOD derriere back out here.
Ethan watches that very derriere sashay up the ramp and into the curtains, and now Ethan is about to have his own derriere handed to him. Krauzer has managed to unchain Aiken’s arms from the ropes and is now handing him the kendo stick. Aiken looks between the cane in his hand and the inviting target that is Ethan’s spinal column.
Greyson: Now Aiken has got the cane, which is as bad as you can imagine. We all saw what Aiken’s brother Ba’al did with that cane when he had the Brod tied to a crucifix several weeks ago.
Sparkles: This is going to be a lot worse than what happened to the Brod.
Aiken steps to Von Aaron’s side and truly relishes in lifting the cane up and over Von Aaron’s spine, on the brink of breaking it. Aiken now swings the cane but it never connects with Von Aaron’s back. Instead it slips right out of Aiken’s hands before it ever reaches its original target. Aiken quickly spins around and finds his eyes narrowing on the face of his wife, Rachel stood behind him clutching the kendo stick she just stole straight out of Aiken’s hand.
Greyson: HEY! Rachel just…she just took the kendo stick away from her husband!
Aiken’s brow furrows as Rachel lifts a palm to her lips, kisses it then blows it to her husband, intentionally mocking what she just witnessed Alana do before Alana abandoned her agent. Aiken is on the cusp of expressing his outrage before Rachel takes the cane she was holding and throws it to through her husband’s legs. She then turns and catches the man who was barreling towards her, Jed, taking him by the back of the head and throwing him along right into Krauzer. The two crash into each other and then tumble through the ropes, Rachel effectively taking out two monsters in one fell swoop, including a monster she once trusted as a valued ally. And speaking of men she once trusted, now her husband is spinning her around and is immediately cutting into her verbally.
Aiken: This is no way to honor the sanctity of marriage. As my wife, you must and you WILL obey me….
Rachel: Well there’s a simple fix for that Lucien…..
Aiken: Oh?
Rachel: I want a DIVORCE!
Aiken’s initial reaction is anger, but it is then followed by an expression of elation. His laughter fills the arena and the ears of his wife, before she hears a far different tune coming from her husband’s mouth, a groan. The kendo stick she tossed through his legs is now being pulled up; and directly into his crotch. Ethan kneels beside Aiken and pulls the cane right up into his nether regions, doubling Aiken over into an expression of pure agony.
Greyson: And now…now Rachel has all but turned her back on her husband in favor of Ethan!
Sparkles: What the hell is going on with these ladies!?! First Alana, now Rachel.
Rachel smiles as she watches her husband’s genitalia crushed by the cane, which leads to him being rolled over backwards into the school boy. Ethan has the pin and Fitzpatrick drearily falls into position to make the count.
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The crowd shows a surprising amount of fervor, everyone lunging out of their seats in recognition of the fact that Aiken just kicked out. The cheers that just filled the arena change into audible gasps as Aiken’s shoulder evades the ring. He falls away from Ethan, who is kneeling on the canvas feeling robbed.
He glares at referee Fitzpatrick, feeling that the SIN official’s count was far too slow. It takes some doing but Ethan at last gets over his shock, rises to his feet and stomps his foot to the canvas. The crowd is getting hyped, finding themselves more and more enthused every time Ethan’s stomps across the ring. It seems that the Epic Fail, Ethan’s roaring superkick, is mere moments from being unleashed on Aiken for a second time tonight.
Aiken is slow to get to his feet before Ethan assists him by yanking on the chain and sending Aiken twisting directly into his own demise….no….scratch that, Aiken suddenly falls down out of position and Ethan’s boot goes traveling right past his head. In the process the chain that binds the two men together ends up stretching through Ethan’s legs, putting it in a position Aiken can’t help but to take advantage of. He stands behind Ethan and yanks up on the chain, driving it directly into Ethan’s crotch!
Sparkles: Are these guys secretly part of the Lorena Bobbitt fan-club or something?
Greyson: Aiken with another blow to Ethan’s crotch, he’s been trying to all but castrate him for weeks now…..Why doesn’t Ethan looks effected?
That’s the same question on everyone’s minds, especially given the fact that Ethan is producing a giant smile in spite of the fact that he was just hit in the crotch with the chain. He reaches down into the front of his tights and now extracts a steel protective cup.
Sparkles: Ethan came prepared….hahahaha.
Greyson: A steel protective cup? I have to admit….that’s BRILLIANT!
Ethan’s brilliance will not be ignored by Aiken, who is unaware that Ethan is crouched behind him ready to swing the protective cup. Finally Aiken turns and finds his head crushed by the steel cup, or at least he would have if he hadn’t ducked that head out of the way. Ethan’s missed swing causes him to drop the protective cup then turn back around to face Aiken and receive not a boot to the gut but an impaler DDT right onto the steel cup.
Greyson: A damned implant DDT on the protective cup! Did I…did I….did I really just say that?
Sparkles: Are you honestly surprised by anything that we’re forced to say out here at ringside anymore?
The crowd collectively cringes at the sight of Ethan’s head bouncing off his protective cup and his body flopping over strewn across the canvas. Aiken crawls into the cover, hooks both of Ethan’s legs and ensures victory in this brutal Dog Collar match that has been filled with so many shocking events, but perhaps none as surprising as Aiken’s pending victory.
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Rachel buries her face in her hands at ringside, unable to bear the sight of Aiken pinning Ethan in the canvas for the count of….two? Yep! Ethan just BARELY manages to get his shoulder out from under Aiken.
Greyson: Even after all Ethan has been through in this match, he manages to kick out. After all the betrayals, and all the shots from the chain, Ethan hangs tough. And if he wasn’t such a horse’s ass, I’d almost be behind him in this match.
Sparkles: No one is behind Ethan, because he’s always the one with someone in front of him, more often than not while they’re bent over the foot of a bed.
As blood trickles down Aiken’s cheeks he twists his head and snarls in the direction of a breathless Von Aaron.
Aiken returns his focus to the kendo stick, picking it up and stepping to Ethan’s side. The weapon rises above Aiken’s head and swings, right into the canvas. Ethan rolls out of the way JUST in time. Aiken looks irate as Ethan clears from the path of his intended blow. But Aiken won’t let him get very far, storming towards Ethan only to have his opponent leap to his feet, reach back and hook Aiken around the neck. A stunned Aiken is then hit with the side headlock driver that plants Aiken’s forehead into the steel protective cup.
Greyson: Now Aiken getting a face full of steel cup.
Sparkles: Yikes, and that cup has been nestled over Ethan’s crotch this whole night.
Aiken rolls to his back and Ethan rolls over Aiken’s chest.
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Rachel is just about to climb into the ring and celebrate with Ethan before finding her progress halted when Aiken launches his shoulder from the canvas, kicking out just in time.
Greyson: AMAZING.
Sparkles: Ethan and Aiken just continue to decimate one another all for Rachel.
Greyson: Who has made her choice, she’s through with Aiken and the Sinistry.
Rachel slams her palms against the apron and riles Ethan up, trying to give him the spunk he needs to win this. The ravaged Ethan struggles to his feet and approaches the nearest turnbuckle. He steps up onto the top rope when Krauzer leaps to the apron beneath him, reaching out to catch Ethan only to receive a fist to the face. The punch knocks Krauzer off the apron the outside of the ring. While Ethan is successful in taking Krauzer out, he does have the same luck against Jed.
Jed leaps to the apron on the other side of the turnbuckle, reaches up and places his hand to Ethan’s throat, shoving him back off the turnbuckle. Ethan crashes NOT into the canvas but into Aiken’s knees. Aiken leaps into the air and catches the airborne Ethan with a back stabber.
Greyson: Ethan shoved off the turnbuckle right into Aiken’s BACKSTABBER!
5parkles: And Ethan’s ribs are already injured by the curb stomp from Silk earlier tonight.
There is nothing that remains of Ethan at this point to power out of the pin, Aiken realizing this as he crawls into the cover. He hooks Ethan’s leg for the pin with the official fulfilling the formalities of making the obligatory three count.
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The count goes along exactly as Aiken predicted, right up until three, because Ethan manages to kick out a mere half second after two.
Greyson: Ethan STILL hanging in there.
Sparkles: He won’t give an inch to Aiken.
But Aiken will take a mile.
Aiken rolls away from Ethan, who’s now spitting up a little blood, suffering internal bleeding. Aiken then picks up the kendo stick and steps to Ethan’s side, swinging the cane down into Ethan’s ribs. Ethan curls into the fetal position before finding his side slammed with the stick. Ethan fops over to his stomach and now it’s his kidneys that take a blow from the stick. SIN Official Fitzpatrick just stands back watching this unfold with a sickening grin on his face.
The stick is then thrown aside and Aiken falls into the lateral press across Ethan’s chest.
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Greyson: Don’t kick out Ethan.
The official’s hand falls to the canvas and Ethan’s shoulder shoots from the ring.
Sparkles: Have you lost your marbles Ethan? Think about your career!
Ethan is only thinking about one thing at the moment, the woman, Rachel, watching from ringside.
Aiken staggers back from Ethan, falling against the ropes and watching as Ethan struggles to reach his feet, blood oozing out of his forehead and out of his mouth in the process. Aiken picks up the kendo stick steps in and swings ig AGAIN across Ethan’s back. Ethan drops to the canvas and rolls away from his opponent who just inflicted even more internal injuries.
Greyson: Stay down already Ethan.
In spite of the multiple injuries and numerous contusions consuming Ethan’s body, he tries once again to reach his feet. Fitzpatrick steps in and checks on Ethan’s condition, imploring him to quit, but Ethan won’t do it. He rises to his feet and turns into ANOTHER sickening shot across the ribs, this time via Aiken’s chain wrapped fist.
Ethan falls to his knees and coughs up even more blood while Aiken leans into the ropes beside him, shouting discouraging comments at his badly wounded opponent. Rachel tries to give Ethan inspiration to continue, but the multiple shots he’s taken to the mid-section throughout this match, coupled with the double stomp from Silk earlier in the night, leaves him hard pressed to adhere to Rachel’s request. He is still trying to get to his feet but then falls back to his elbows and knees. Aiken picks up the kendo stick and prepares to use it on Ethan again before Fitzpatrick calls for the bell.
Greyson: What the hell is Fitzpatrick dong!?!
Aiken turns to the referee who is speaking through the ropes and into the ear of the time keeper. Eventually Thomas Boll speaks out loud the words whispered to him by Fitzpatrick.
Boll: Lady and gentlefolk, I have been informed that due to referee stoppage, the winner of this match, Aiken Frost!
The boos are so loud they drown out even the tunes of Aiken’s entrance music. He smiles diabolically in response to his victory over the badly injured Ethan, who shockingly has just gotten back to his feet. The moment Ethan stands up Aiken steps in and swings the kendo stick right into Ethan’s gut, shattering the ribcage.
Greyson: Dammit Aiken stop….STOP THIS…the match is already over!
Ethan doubles over, quivering in pain before his lower back is smashed with the kendo stick. Ethan twirls to the canvas landing on his back and curling into a fetal position.
Greyson: Enough Aiken.
Sparkles: Aiken is not going to stop until Ethan is out of Rachel’s life forever.
Aiken heaves the stick into the air and steps in at Ethan’s side to swing the staff into the ribs only to have Ethan pulled out of the way. The stick hits the canvas and Ethan’s body hits the mats, landing in front of Rachel. She stoops down and helps Ethan up to his knees, cradling his bloodied skull in her arms while glaring into the ring where Aiken kneels. He extends his arms out to his sides, calling for Rachel.
Aiken: It’s not too late, return to me and all can be forgiven.
Jed and Krauzer step to opposite sides of Aiken, crouching to try and get down on his level. All six black eyes stare towards Rachel in anticipation of her answer.
Rachel: Fuck you!
BACKSTAGE
Mere seconds after turning her back on her agent Ethan Von Aaron in the ring, Alana Starr finds herself backstage facing down a proud proponent of the GOOD Movement, Tina Valentine. The Queen of the Ring Champion doesn’t look happy as she confronts the X-Class Champion here in the guerilla positon backstage.
Tina: What….the….fudge?
Alana: Upset about something?
Tina: Tell me that my eyes are playing tricks on me, Alana. Tell me I didn’t see you blowing a kiss to Aiken and…wait-wait…more importantly, tell me I didn’t see you abandoning Ethan.
Alana: Tina, I know you have issue with the Sinistry based on this half-baked theory of yours that Kordy is going to join them and she’s been playing us all along, but you’re wrong about Kordy and your wrong about the Sinistry, well, at least about a few members of the Sinistry. Not all of them are BAD. Aiken Frost for instance, is a very-very GOOD man. I almost feel like he and I are kindred spirits.
Tina: Girl no! Just no. You’ve been brainwashed or something.
Alana: I thought you might react like this, Tina, that’s why I’ve been biting my tongue and waiting for the proper moment to bring up my association with the Frost family.
Tina: I can’t believe what I’m hearing right now….
Kordy: SEE!
If Tina wasn’t in a stupor before, now she’s in an absolute tizzy when Kordy comes stepping up behind Alana, shoulder glistening with the Evolution Title. Standing behind her is the loyal yet ever so foreboding Stranger. The pair step up and surround Alana on either side, Kordy throwing her arm across Alana’s shoulders while wedging her cheek against Alana’s clavicle.
Kordy: If Alana can love the Sinistry, that doesn’t make Kordy bad for being friends with Mika (Kozlov), Jaina (Frost) and Jessica (Wilde). Kordy can be gal-pals with the Sinistry, and still be in tight with the GOOD Movement, just like Alana….right Alana.
Alana: That’s right.
Tina: WHAT!?!
Alana: The reason I haven’t come down on Kordy about associating with the Sinistry, is because I don’t see any problem with it.
Tina: This is some bull-snot right chere.
Kordy: You don’t have….how does Kordy put it in your terms….you don’t have to be hatin on Kordy anymore, PLAYA. You can join Kordy and Alana. We can all be GOOD in the HOOD.
Tina: By doing what? Selling my soul to the Sinistry?
Alana: No, by pledging your undying loyalty to GOOD. Kordy and I will be headed for the ring in a few moments, Tina, and we expect you to join us.
Tina: Whyyy?
Alana: It’s time to put the issues between you and Kordy to rest, and find out if you are truly worthy to be counted amongst the GOOD.
BACKSTAGE
Kloe: Get her out of here! Get her out of here this instant!
SIN security, led by Hunter Locke, have formed a wall between Katelyn Buehler and her target, the Majority Owner Kloe Masters. Head Trainer “Surly” Sam all but seems to be cowering behind Kloe’s dress, well more like a power skirt, as she directs her forces to escort Katelyn out of the building. In spite of being surrounded by security, including the particularly menacing Hunter Locke, nothing will remove the burning passion exuded from Katelyn’s eyes. She shows an unwavering and unrelenting determination to get her hands on Kloe, even if said hands are currently being forced back by the security guards.
Katelyn: Go ahead and waist your energies throwing me out of the building, Kloe, do you honestly think you’ll be able to keep me out for long? You know how this works. You throw me out, and then I find a way to come back and make you miserable. Do you really want to do this same old song and dance?
Kloe: Hmmmm, valid point Katelyn….
Kloe suddenly raises a finger to her chin, tapping it as she weighs her options.
Kloe: I think you might be onto something, Katelyn. So let’s buck tradition shall we? Instead of throwing you out and having no clue what you might be doing , I think we should keep you contained in house. I won’t risk you doing to me, what you did to Wilde a few moments ago…
Kloe’s face lights up when she sees the door leading to an empty room just a few inches away.
Kloe: Hunter, please escort Katelyn into that room, lock the door and make sure she does not get out until after Ba’al has successfully defended his SIN Championship against Taylor Chase.
Hunter: Yes ma’am.
Locke grabs hold of Katelyn’s arm, his tight grip forcing her along towards the door in spite of her reluctance.
Katelyn: If your suspension couldn’t restrain me, what makes you think a locked door will?
Kloe: Shut your filthy mouth and get in that room.
Hunter gives Katelyn a forceful shove and then slams the door shut, trapping her inside. He removes a set of keys from his pocket, finding the right one to lock the door and keep Katelyn contained.
IN RING
The crowd couldn’t be any more negative. The sound of Alana Starr’s entrance music piping through the speakers and the sight of the X-Class Champion making her way down the ramp has resulted in one of the most aggravated responses in the company’s history. Alana largely ignores their comments however, far too self-absorbed to be bothered. She just moseys on down the ramp like nothing just happened between she and Ethan in the ring a few moments ago. Starr slips through the ropes with one shoulder graced by the X-Class Title and now the Tag Team Championship drooping from her palm. With all of this gold bedecking Starr, it’s going to make it difficult to juggle a microphone, but Starr is the queen of finding her way around dilemmas.
Greyson: Haven’t we reached our Alana Starr quota for one night?
Sparkles: The question you really should be asking yourself is why Alana isn’t in super slow motion as I demanded?
Greyson: This woman just came out to the ring and turned her back on Ethan, and why? Because she has some type of twisted relationship with Aiken Frost behind the scenes?
Alana taps the microphone, not to test if it’s working, but to signify to the audience that it’s time for them to shut their gobstopppers.
Alana: I’m sure there a lot of questions people want to ask me right now concerning my relationship with my agent, Ethan Von Aaron, based on my actions earlier tonight, but your questions will have to be answered AFTER the pay-per-view tonight when I host a very special GOOD Press Conference. And two people who I hope will stand on the dais with me later tonight are the ladies I’m inviting to the rig, starting with you KORDY.
The flyleaf track associated with Kordy belts out through the speakers and the Evolution Champion Kordy comes strolling out from the backstage area, shoulder graced by her title, Cletus. Naturally her belt isn’t the only thing that accompanies her to the ring, because the Stranger is also present, following her right down the ramp. The two enigmatic figures slide into the ring where Kordy walks up to Alana, grabs her by the fingers and guides her knuckles to her lips, giving her a kind kiss.
Alana: Thanks for coming out here, Kordy.
Kordy: When the Goddess of GOODness summons Kordy, Kordy shows up.
Alana: Well let’s hope Tina is equally as respectful of my wishes.
Starr, Kordy and the Stranger turn to the entry way.
Alana: Tina, Duchess, would you care to join us?
Regardless of rather she would care to or not, it doesn’t matter, Tina Valentine still comes to the ring. The tracks of “Talkin That” are pumping through the speakers and highlighting Tina’s descent down the ramp and into the ring. She adjusts the Queen of the Ring Title so that her hands are free for anything that might come next. Though the only thing they are used for at the moment is the microphone being tossed to her by the time keeper.
Tina: Well I’m here and I’m telling you right now, I ain’t waiting for no damned press conference to get answers outta you Alana.
Alana: Before I explain anything, YOU need to explain something to Kordy and I. What’s sooo bad about the Sinistry? Honestly? Have they done ANYTHING to hurt your career, either of our careers? People keep painting the Frost family as these power hungry monsters who will do anything to control, manipulate and dominate people, but have they ever once done harm to you Tina? The way Kordy and I see it, you’re career has prospered under their regime.
Tina: That might be true, but I ain’t overlookin’ what that crazy bitch right there did to me on Riot.
Tina points straight at Kordy, the woman who attacked Tina backstage with a trashcan a mere two weeks ago.
Alana: You assaulted Kordy first though, Tina, in fact, you’ve been assaulting her for weeks, because you were under this illusion that Ethan has cast that the Sinistry can’t be trusted. It’s the furthest thing from the truth, and Kordy and I have come out here to convince you of that. If Kordy is willing to overlook your multiple attacks on her, then why can’t you look past your issues with her, and your issues with the Sinistry?
Tina: Sorry, but I ain’t no dark eyed sociopath, and I ain’t ever gonna be one. I’m a Duchess, I’m a Queen of the Ring Champion, and I actually like having some color in my beautiful eyes….
Kordy: You can still have all that and so much more. Plus Kordy won’t make you TAP-TAP-TAP like Kordy will do to Gavitron Taylor later tonight.
Alana: Speaking of which, you’ve got your own title defense in a few moments, don’t you, Tina?
Tina: Yeah, what’s it to ya?
Alana: It’s everything to us, Tina, and everything to the Sinistry as well. I went to Aiken at the beginning of the night and he and I discussed how we might be able to win you over seeing as your still on the fence.
Tina: On the fence!?!
Alana: And he and I decided that the best way to curry favor with you and show you that the Sinistry is on the level, is by making a little tweak to your Queen of the Ring Title match tonight.
Tina: Shhhhhiiit. What did ya do?
Alana grins.
Alana: I arranged for there to be a special guest referee for your Queen of the Ring Title match.
BACKSTAGE
The vivacious and ever so bubbly Susie Moore stands in front of the camera holding a microphone in one hand while her other hand is placed in a cast, arm still suffering a break from the Hello Kordy she suffered several months ago. Nevertheless Susie prepares to hop back into the swing of things, holding a mic and standing in the standard interview area.
Susie: Hi world, it’s Susie ‘Gotta Have’ Moore, and I’m standing here with not one, but TWO challengers for Tina Valentine’s Queen of the Ring Championship, Amanda Blayze.
The camera pulls back just enough to reveal Amanda Blayze standing on Susie’s right.
Susie: And Jessica Lasiewicz.
The camera pulls back even further, showing Jessica Lasiewicz at Susie’s left.
Susie: Now both of you ladies are scheduled to compete against Tina in a triple threat match for her title. What are your thoughts headed into a match of this magnitude?
The microphone is held out to a rather disinterested Lasiewicz.
Lasiewicz: Honestly, I feel like that kid on Christmas who asked for a new Gameboy as a present and got new socks instead. I didn’t ask for this, I didn’t want this. I came back to the IWC after a short hiatus with one intention, NOT capturing the Queen of the Ring title, or any title really. I came back here to save my sister, Marie, from a lifetime of bad decisions, and because the IWC insists on rewarding me shots at championships I haven’t been able to focus my efforts where they should be. There are more important things than championships…
Susie: Okay, what about you Amanda?
The microphone is redirected to the sneering Blayze.
Amanda: Well first of all, let me just say, that everything that came out of Lasiewicz’s mouth is Grade A horse-shit.
Lasiewicz grins and shakes her head.
Amanda: If you’re not here to win titles then you’ve got no business being in professional wrestling period. It just kills me to hear someone trivialize getting a title shot….
Lasiewicz: I’m sorry you feel that way, Blayze, but I believe there can be something more to this industry.
Amanda: By turning it into nothing but a glorified episode of Dr. Phil? Listen, I worked hard…damn hard, and overcame too much to EARN this title opportunity. So you’ll just have to excuse me if I take offence to your comments.
Lasiewicz: You’re excused, but I take it we’ll have to agree to disagree on this matter. In spite of our differences, I’m sure there is ONE thing we can agree on. That Tina Valentine cannot be the standard bearer for the women’s division. She can no longer hold that Queen of the Ring Title.
Amanda: Oh, I agree with you big time on that one.
Lasiewicz: And the two of us have to do everything in our power to take that belt off of her waist and rid this company of the influence of GOOD.
Amanda: Oh don’t worry, after everything I’ve went through this past year, the disgusting rumors, the war with Scott Cannon, the issues with Silas Mason, I’ll be damned if after all that, 2014 ends without something-ANYTHING to show for my troubles….namely, a title around my waist.
Voice: GOOD luck…
Amanda’s piercing words are replaced by a piercing stare. She eyeballs the hell out of the woman who comes strolling along, that woman being Ashley Marie Chase, her torso wrapped in a stripped referee jersey.
Ashley: As the special guest referee for this impending Queen of the Ring Title match, I just want to wish you two the best out there, but know I will NOT tolerate any monkey business out of either of you. I will call this match by the letter of the law.
Lasiewicz frowns and Amanda gives Ashley a heated stare, instantly recalling her long and storied history with the special referee, the very lady who cost her the Queen of the Ring Title back at Reawakening Day. Before Amanda can say anything, Ashley is headed off towards the ring to ‘officiate’ this upcoming Queen of the Ring Title match. Amanda is left simmering…no….RED HOT.
Amanda: Tell me I didn’t just see that.
TINA VALENTINE © VS. AMANDA BLAYZE VS. JESSICA LASIEWICZ:
QUEEN OF THE RING TITLE
Once cameras return to the ring we see Tina Valentine pacing inside. Neither Alana Starr nor Kordy, the two ladies who WERE standing in the ring with her before the foray backstage, are stood beside Tina now. She’s about to go it alone, but even without Alana or Kordy, Tina’s got quite the advantage considering who comes moseying down the ramp in the striped officiating jersey. Ashley Marie Chase, the very woman instrumental in keeping Amanda Blayze from winning the Queen of the Ring Title at Reawakening Day, proceeds towards the ring. Neither Greyson nor Sparkles can keep their mouths shut on this subject from ringside.
Sparkles: O-M-G, it’s ANOTHER Chase! The Brod must have miracle sperm or something.
Greyson: And this Chase, Ashley Marie, is about to officiate this Queen of the Ring Title match, in spite of what she did to Amanda Blayze several months ago. It was at Reawakening Day that she served as special guest referee for the first ever Queen of the Ring Title match, and employed that position to screw Amanda out of the title.
Sparkles: Do you blame people for lining up to screw Blayze?
Greyson: Don’t twist my words. It’s going to be hard enough for me to talk about this Triple Threat Match for the Queen of the Ring Title as it is, considering this last second curveball thrown into the mix.
Tina watches with a rather tense frown as Ashley enters the ring and settles into a corner, getting ready to ‘officiate’ this highly anticipated title bout.
’Zoegirl’ now blasts through the speakers and the haunting Jessica Lasiewicz emerges through a flume of fog. The Morning Star participates in little fan-fare, her focus on the ring and finishing her long standing rivalry with the woman currently standing inside of it. The memories of Lasiewicz’s BACKSTAGE BRAWL with Tina way back at Extreme Fury still have to be fresh in Lasiewicz’s mind. No doubt Lasiewicz is also thinking about how she was run down by a car driven by Tina several months ago. This very long standing grudge finally has the chance to be settled here tonight as Lasiewicz enters the ring and threatens to take Tina’s Queen of the Ring Title.
Greyson: So much history between Lasiewicz and Valentine here. These two have been at odds since the very night after Invictus over six months ago.
Sparkles: Another feud coming to an end tonight that has waged throughout the better part of 2014.
Greyson: Indeed, and it has been such an incredibly bitter feud at that.
Lasiewicz sizes up Tina upon entering the ring, never allowing the crafty champion to pass out of her peripheral view.
The intro of “Warriors of the World (United)” by Manowar blares into the arena, generating thunderous cheers from the crowd.
Then, as the song begins, Amanda Blayze emerges through the smoke and comes down toward the ring, high fiving fans as the arena continues to erupt with thunderous cheers. When, she reaches the ringside area, she stands there taking in the atmosphere of the arena as the fans continue to show their reactions. Then, she takes off her vest and reveals herself to the crowd, which fires up the crowd even more. She then climbs up the apron and jumps over the ropes to enter the ring.
Seconds later, she runs up two of the opposite ringposts, jumps onto the ropes and extends her arms with a traditional Hawaiian Shaka signal with her extended hands, taking in the atmosphere while the crowd reaction continues and the cameras flashing.
After going through her ritual, Amanda jumps down and does pre-match stretches, waiting for this huge title opportunity.
Greyson: Amanda Blayze has been with the IWC since day one but one goal has gone unfulfilled in her tenure with this company.
Sparkles: She’s never smooched with Sparkles?
Greyson: No, she’s yet to win a title.
Sparkles: Smooching Sparkles is a far better reward for her services.
Greyson: Amanda has done everything in her power to win a championship, but every chance she’s earned to win a belt has ended with her being robbed or shafted out of a title, primarily at the hands of Silas World. Will that change tonight? Can Amanda finally win a title to close out a year of absolute hell?
Sparkles: If she doesn’t, the offer still stands for her to smooch with Sparkles.
All three combatants now stand in opposite corners of the ring, Tina, Jessica and Blayze staring one another down. Ashley steps towards Blayze and insists on checking her for weapons, but Blayze refuses to be touched by the referee, sneering in response to her demands. Once Ashley is confident that she’s gotten into Blayze’s head, the referee turns to call for the bell. Both Blayze and Jessica come rushing out of their respective corners and go right after Tina, who high tails it. The Queen of the Ring Champion wisely rolls to the outside.
Sparkles: Nice strategy by Tina, she’s going to force Lasiewicz and Blayze to fight each other before they ever get their hands on her.
Tina walks around the ringside area with a cocksure smile on her face. At first Jessica goes to make her way out of the ring and get her hands on Tina, only to find herself rolled up from behind. Blayze tries to pin her with Tina still on the outside of the ring
Ashley drops down and makes a very slow, methodical count.
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Jessica is given more than sufficient time to kick out. She then drops over to her knees, grabs Amanda by the arm, swings around it and then leaps over her before dropping Amanda down into the Mahistrial Cradle.
Ashley makes another count with a far quicker cadence.
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2
Blayze rolls back out of the pin and onto her feet before grabbing Jessica by the legs and flipping forward into the jackknife cover.
Another slow count from Ashley.
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Jessica has sufficient time to sit up and get out of the pin, sending Blazye rolling over backwards onto her feet. Blayze quickly rushes at Jessica, who drops to her back and gets her feet up, wedging them to Blayze’s stomach and monkey flipping her over. Amanda lands into a headstand though, the back of her ankles hitting the top rope and causing her to catapult backwards into a leaping back flip right over top of Jessica. Amanda lands in front of Lasiewicz, who still has her legs raised into the air and now Amanda grabs hold of them, trying to step through and apply a sharpshooter…..NOOOO…Lasiewicz manages to lift her legs up high, wrapping them around Amanda’s neck then falling back, hitting her opponent with a modified head scissors.
Amanda goes rolling across the ring and onto her feet, ending up hitting the cables and springing back off towards Lasiewicz, who now rolls over in reverse and wraps her legs around Amanda’s neck. She sets up for ANOTHER head scissors, flipping Amanda over and down to the canvas.
Amanda rolls forward across the canvas and ends up staggering into the ropes. She bounces off and comes back in at Jessica, who pushes herself up into a head stand then lunges out of it into a hurricarana on her opponent complete with a pin.
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Amanda sits up and pushes Lasiewicz over to her back, causing Lasiewicz’s legs to elevate into the air and allowing Amanda to easily step through them, successfully locking in the Sharpshooter. She turns Lasiewicz to her stomach and Amanda leans back into the hold.
Greyson: Some unorthodox offense from both ladies leading to this sharpshooter submission.
Sparkles: If Lasiewicz taps out, come over here and celebrate with Sparkles via some smoochies.
Greyson: You will get no such smoochies out of Blayze.
The pain emanating from Jessica’s spine is so severe, yet she will not submit to it. And she won’t have to even worry about breaking out of this painful predicament, because Tina is finally re-entering the ring and delivering a front dropkick straight to the top of Amanda’s head. The shot knocks Blayze back, coming down right on top of Lasiewicz, who reaches up and hooks Blayze’s arms. Lasiewicz pushes herself up onto her knees and actually has Blayze pulled over into a modified backslide pin.
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Tina rushes into the fray, grabbing Blayze’s legs, which are elevated as she fights to free herself from the backslide. Tina then flips forward into a jackknife style cover on Blayze, while Lasiewicz is still holding Blayze in the backslide.
Ashley makes a double count at this point.
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2-2
Shockingly Blayze manages to get her shoulders up and breaks free of both pins simultaneously.
Greyson: That was unorthodox.
Sparkles: Tina AND Jessica were about to share a pinfall.
Greyson: Which is precisely what happened during Amanda’s and Jessica’s number one contenders match, hence why this bout is being contested under triple threat rules.
Blayze drops over to her knees with Jessica standing up in front of her and catching her around the neck, going for a DDT. Jessica snaps back and plants Blayze’s from a kneeling position head first into the canvas. Blayze then rolls away while Jessica tries to get up only to have Tina step in and grab her leg. Tina rolls Jessica to her stomach and applies a Boston Leg crab to a chorus of boos from the crowd.
The hate being lauded upon Valentine actually brings a grin to the face of the Duchess.
Greyson: Blayze tried to make Lasiewicz tap but failed, will Tina be any more successful?
Not if Amanda has anything to say about it. She charges in behind Tina, leaps into the air and nails her to the back of the head with a spinning heel kick. The stiff shot to the back of her skull sends Tina stumbling into the ropes then falling through them.
Amanda races back to her feet and turns towards Lasiewicz, going after her legs once again. She lifts them into the air only to have Lasiewicz put her feet directly to Amanda’s ribs, shoving her back. Amanda charges backwards into the very cables that Tina is now standing on the opposite side of. Tina pulls down on the top rope, low bridging Amanda and causing her to flip over, shockingly landing on her knees across the apron.
Amanda starts to stand up with Tina delivering a kick to her gut, doubling her over. Just then Jessica comes rushing across the ring and attempts to interfere only to have Tina bend down and catch her coming in. Tina sticks her shoulder through the ropes and back drops Jessica over them, but in the process Jessica grabs the top rope and extends her legs, dropping them right on top of Blayze’s shoulders. Jessica then swings away from the ring into a head scissors that sends Blayze charging shoulder first right into Tina’s ribs.
Tina is sent staggering back into the turnbuckle with Blayze’s shoulder still wedged to her ribs and holding her in place. All the while Jessica is climbing back up to the apron, then rushing across it and actually leaps over Blayze’s back in order to hit a stinger style splash on Tina with Tina’s spine pressed to the outside of the turnbuckle post.
Greyson: What an insane sequence of moves we just witnessed Sparkles.
Sparkles: A stinger splash on the OUTSIDE of the turnbuckle. I haven’t seen anything like that before. But then again the only thing I see when outside of the trunk you keep me in, Lovejoy, are copious amounts of internet porn.
Greyson: The sticky keyboard on my laptop can attest to that.
Tina drops down to her seat with her back still wedged to the steel turnbuckle post while Amanda, the woman who was holding her against the corner backs away from the champion. Amanda eyes Tina sitting up with her back wedged to the exposed turnbuckle post, and then Amanda’s eyes cut to Lasiewicz standing on the outside mats just beneath them. Finally Amanda settles on a target, rushing straight at Tina with a knee aimed at her face. But somehow Tina catches the inbound knee and then swings Blayze’s leg away from Tina’s face, casing Blayze’s shin to blast Jessica to her face. Jessica had just stood up on the outside mats before turning to find her face smashed by the kick delivered by her opponent who was still standing on the apron above her.
Jessica goes spiraling across the ringside mats and Blayze goes spiraling across the apron. Both ladies catch themselves before going down. Blayze steadies herself and then goes charging at Tina, who is standing up in front of her on the apron, but Tina is the one who catches Blayze, taking her under the armpit then flipping her over into a hip toss that sends her crashing from the apron into Jessica at ringside. Both ladies hit the mats amidst an explosive roar from the audience.
Sparkles: Tina kills two birds with one Blayze. Hehehehehe, I’m so wonderfully clever.
Greyson: Suuuure you are, if you want to continue believing that I won’t stop you.
Although both Blayze and Lasiewicz are aching, the pair are still working their way to their feet just before being knocked off of them when Tina rushes across the apron then dives at the nearest turnbuckle, springing off the middle rope into a moonsault. She crashes down right into Blayze and Lasiewicz at ringside, the three now splayed across the mats.
Greyson: And now Tina goes airborne.
Sparkles: Everyone flying everywhere all in an effort to impress Sparkles. Kudos ladies, kudos.
Finally Tina works her way up to her feet and bows to the angered masses, doing everything in her power to antagonize them. Finally Tina turns back towards her opponents, catching Lasiewicz with a couple forearms across her back. Lasiewicz tries to get up but receives one clubbing blow after another that drops her to her elbows and knees. Tina then backs up and prepares to deliver a punt straight to Lasiewicz’s gut before Amanda makes use of Lasiewicz’s back. Amanda rushes across the mats, and uses one opponent to target the other, stepping off of Lasiewicz’s kidneys then launching herself into a hurricarana on Tina, sending her flipping over into the steel steps.
Greyson: Some brilliant timing on Blayze’s part to set up that hurricarana.
Tina slowly rises to her feet even after bashing off of the steps, now turning the very structure that inflicted such damage on her into an aid, employing the stairs as a crutch. She sluggishly turns towards her opponents who are about to partake in quite the exchange. Blayze stands just in time to spot Lasiewicz charging in, prompting Blayze to leap into the air, wedge her feet to her opponent’s gut and then monkey flip her right over into Tina.
Lasiewicz crashes upside down right into Tina’s chest and causes both ladies to go spilling over the steps to an absolute roar from the audience.
Greyson: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?!
Sparkles: Blayze using her opponents against each other.
Greyson: These three ladies really bringing out new elements in their arsenals to win that Queen of the Ring Title here tonight.
Amanda rolls into the ring and then eyes the special referee Ashley, who now ceases counting in an effort to disqualify Amanda.
Amanda merely sneers at Ashley, before turning her focus to the body currently rolling in under the ropes. Lasiewicz gets into the squared circle before being led to her feet by Blayze and hit with a combination forearm, knife edge chop. She then hits another combo forearm, knife edge chop, sending Lasiewicz staggering back into the ropes. Lasiewicz falls against the cables for support before Amanda comes charging in to deliver a potential knock out shot. Suddenly Lasiewicz gets her feet up though, wedging them to Amanda’s chest and kicking her off while Lasiewicz flips back over the rope, lands on her feet across the apron then dives off. The crowd squeals as Lasiewicz pulls a swerve, looking like she was going to leap into the ring and take out Amanda but instead twisting in mid-air, catching Tina around the neck as she stands up at ringside then pulls her around into a tornado DDT.
The top of Tina’s head is spiked off of the mats and the adrenaline levels of the crowd are spiked as well.
Greyson: Tornado DDT off the apron and on Tina’s skull.
Lasiewicz rolls back towards the ring, grabbing the apron and using it as a prop, standing up just in time to spot Blayze’s boots sliding under the ropes and coming straight at her. But Lasiewicz steps out of the way at the last second, causing Blayze’s boots to go sliding right past her. Blayze slides completely under the ropes and to the outside of the ring, dropping to the mats now directly beneath Lasiewicz, who springs up onto the apron. Lasiewicz then dives off said apron and twists her body around into another tornado DDT, catching Blayze around the neck. But Blayze keeps her footing and makes a full rotation, swinging Lasiewicz back around to the apron where she started. Lasiewicz ends up landing across her feet on the apron, then flipping forward into a modified senton splash that connects directly with Blayze’s shoulder, knocking both ladies down to the mats.
Greyson: You never know where Lasiewicz is going to come at you from next.
Sparkles: I know which direction I’d like to come at Lasiewicz from.
Greyson: I truly wish I had designed you without a mouth.
Sparkles: If only women were designed the same way.
The crowd is eager to see what these three ladies bust out next given their highly unorthodox styles. Lasiewicz leaps up to the apron with her back now aimed towards a recovering Tina, before flipping back into a moonsault. She crashes directly into Tina’s shoulder but somehow the Queen of the Ring Champion remains on her feet and turns Lasiewicz into a javelin. She rushes across the mats and throws Jessica like a projectile, launching her face first into the apron.
Jessica’s face bounces off of the ring and she now goes staggering back into Tina’s arms. Tina hooks both of Jessica’s arms from behind and then heaves her up into the air into a lifting double chickenwing. Ultimately Tina throws Jessica down out of this predicament into a face first collision with the apron. The elevated double chickenwing facebuster knocks Jessica unconscious and may have just rendered her incapable of capturing the Queen of the Ring Title.
The Queen of the Ring Champion then grabs Lasiewicz and rolls her into the ring. Tina slides in after her and crawls into the cover, hooking both legs in an effort to retain her title.
Ashley is directly on hand to make the count.
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A count that ONLY gets two because Lasiewicz manages to roll her shoulder from the canvas. She turns away from Tina and tries to crawl back towards the center of the ring but Tina is right on top of her, delivering a double axehandle across the small of her back. She then pulls Jessica up to her feet and twists her around into position for an exploder suplex.
A smile consumes Tina’s face as she prepares to unleash this destructive move, but instead it’s her own body that meets with some punishment. Amanda slides in behind Tina, takes her around the waist and before Tina knows what’s about to happen she’s being snapped over backwards into the German suplex. However, Tina keeps hold of Lasiewicz in the process, flipping her over into a t-bone exploder at the same time.
Tina and Lasiewicz are simultaneously suplexed as a result.
Amanda staggers to her feet, really feeling the effects of this Queen of the Ring Title match but refusing to let it slow her down. She then turns towards Tina, who is struggling to her feet. Amanda charges in and takes her around the waist, dead lifting her from the canvas to her feet then into the German suplex, but Tina counters, dropping forward and wrapping her legs around Amanda’s waist. Blayze is flipped over into the pinning predicament with Tina seated on top of her chest and holding down on the creases of her knees.
Ashley makes a very quick count.
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But Blayze manages to get her shoulder up, kicking out and in the process sending Tina rolling over backwards right into Lasiewicz. Tina extends her legs, wraps them around Lasiewicz’s waist and then pushes herself up into a wheelbarrow. Tina ends up wrapping her arm around Lasiewicz’s neck, going for a wheel barrow face buster only to have her attempt countered when Lasiewicz leaves her feet and reverses into a back stabber. Lasiewicz pulls Tina right down out of the wheelbarrow and into this devastating move.
The reversal sends Tina bouncing back up to her feet and then staggering right into the waiting shoulder of Blayze, who connects with a bridging northern lights suplex.
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Tina manages to successfully kick out moments before the three, retaining her Queen of the Ring Title, for now at least.
Greyson: Tina dangerously close to losing the Queen of the Ring Title.
Sparkles: I don’t think we’ve ever seen her tested like this.
Amanda slowly rises to her feet, cautiously eyeing the referee Ashley, who provides an incredibly costly distraction. It allows Lasiewicz to slip in behind Amanda and lunge into the back stabber. She is just about to drive her knees into Blayze’s spine before having the move countered. Blayze reaches back and grabs Jessica around the neck before dropping forward and flipping Jessica overhead.
Jessica hits the canvas, rolls across it and then leaps into the nearest turnbuckle, springing off the middle rope. She twists in mid-air, catches the rising Blayze around the neck and then delivers the very same tornado DDT she was looking for earlier. Blayze is spiked directly on top of her head, rolling forward across the canvas as a result and then falling into the ropes. Jessica quickly rises to her feet before finding herself stunned by the running yakuza kick unleashed by the woman she just spiked on top of her head. Blayze is so overwhelmed with emotion that she overcomes the DDT and now crushes Jessica’s face with the running boot. Both challengers are taken down to the canvas while the champion stands. Although her spine is aching from the back stabber Tina looks to be on cloud nine, realizing that she has her choice of which opponent she wishes to put away.
Tina finally selects Lasiewicz, approaching her and then reaching down to grab the Morning Star only for the champion to find herself pulled down into the small package. But Tina rolls right out of the pin and onto her seat just in time for Blayze to step in in front of her unleashing the devastating roundhouse kick to the cheek. But wait…no…the kick is ducked under, causing Blayze’s own momentum to carry her around so that her back is aimed towards the Queen of the Ring Champion. Tina takes Blayze around the thigh and rolls her over backwards into the school girl. But Blayze rolls right out of it and back up to her feet only to be dragged down off of them and into a back stabber by Lasiewicz.
Lasiewicz finally hits it, driving her knees into Blayze’s back and sending her popping up to her feet where she’s then hit with a code breaker by Tina.
Blayze falls back to the canvas with Lasiewicz standing up and staggering into a potential cover. She has just stooped over to go for the pin when Tina comes rushing up behind her, grabs Lasiewicz by the back of the head and then charges her towards the nearest turnbuckle, throwing her through shoulder first into the exposed steel post. Lasiewicz’s shoulder bounces off of the post and her body now goes twisting through the ropes to the outside of the ring.
All the while Tina is throwing herself across the ring and across Blayze’s chest.
Greyson: This is just like how Tina won the title back at Reawakening Day!
Sparkles: Is it gonna work for her again?
Official Ashley slides into position and gleefully makes the count, determined to see Blayze pinned and cost her shot at the Queen of the Ring Title.
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The crowd has a dreary reaction at the sight of Tina pinning Amanda. The dread exhibited from the fans changes to euphoria however, when Blayze shocks the world by getting her shoulder up from the canvas.
Greyson: It didn’t work for Tina AGAIN.
Sparkles: Blayze JUST keeps on fighting.
Greyson: Winning the Queen of the Ring Title, that’s Amanda’s potential redemption for a year worth of misery. Misery at the hands of Silas World.
Tina will not allow Amanda to have her redemption at Tina’s expense. She rises to her feet and grabs Amanda by the shoulder, standing her up and then throwing her shoulder first across the ring right into the ribs of Lasiewicz.
Lasiewicz had just stood up on the apron when Amanda’s shoulder is tossed through the cables into her ribs. Lasiewicz goes flying to the outside mats and Amanda comes staggering back into Tina’s waiting knees. She lunges into the air and prepares to hit her devastating lung blower on Amanda, only to have Amanda suddenly flip backwards over the knees, over her opponent and onto the canvas. She then waits for Tina to rise to her feet, the Queen of the Ring Champion rolling to her knee and then finding herself subjected to the step up enzugari. But Tina ducks her head out of the way of the kick, causing Amanda to land on her hands and knees, urgently trying to stand up. Tina beats her to the punch though, leaping to her feet, grabbing Amanda by the back of the head then charging her at their common foe. Lasiewicz climbs up onto the apron and Amanda is thrown shoulder first into her ribs….wait…not THIS time.
Lasiewicz avoids the shoulder to her ribs by method of pushing herself up into a headstand on the top rope. She then springs off of it and flies over Amanda who comes charging under her. Lasiewicz lands behind Amanda, but comes down right into the superkick unleashed by Tina. The blow sends Lasiewicz staggering back into Amanda’s waiting arms. Amanda wedges her hands to Lasiewicz’s back then shoves her into a head to head collision with Tina. The impact sends Tina collapsing to the canvas and Lasiewicz staggering back into the Blayze of Glory.
Greyson: Amanda hitting that devastating finisher on Lasiewicz. We’re about to have a NEW Queen of the Ring Champion crowned!
Sparkles: Amanda will have her redemption, and then Sparkles smoochies.
It seems that Amanda is mere seconds from acquiring the Queen of the Ring Title. Or at least she would be if it weren’t for the fact that Ashley is remaining the most biased official in history. She stands back and refuses to make the count for Amanda, one of her most bitter rivals.
Greyson: Make the count Ashley!
Chase remains resistant, outright crossing her arms and shaking her head. A flustered Amanda rises to her feet and approaches Ashley, threatening to take her head off if she doesn’t make the count. But Instead it’s Amanda’s head that is about to be taken off when Tina comes rushing in behind her to deliver the lariat. But Amanda ducks it and Tina’s arm instead crushes Ashley’s throat, taking out the referee.
Greyson: Tina just knocked out the ref!
A stunned Tina then staggers back into the BLAYZE OF GLORY!
Amanda spikes the Queen of the Ring Champion onto the back of her head, but there is no referee to make the three count.
Greyson: Blayze caused Ashley to be taken out, meaning there’s now no referee to make the three count.
Sparkles: Not like Ashley was going to make the count for Amanda in the first place.
Greyson: Valid point.
Amanda is under such strain as she rises to her feet and now prepares to put one of them to either the face of Lasiewicz or Tina. She sizes both competitors up for that vicious roundhouse kick before suddenly finding her focus shifting to the figure leaping to the apron in front of her. Sienna Swann of all people, proudest of Silas World members, is screaming at Amanda, trying her best to get Amanda’s attention.
Greyson: What is Sienna Swann doing out here?
Sparkles: And not that I’m complaining, but why is she wearing a candy striped nursing uniform?
The seductive nurse’s outfit continues to bind to the beautiful body of Sienna, but that’s not why Amanda is so fixated on her. Amanda goes after the woman who collaborated in having her drugged and almost killed several months ago. She goes after Sienna, who instinctively drops from the apron, refusing to fall victim to Amanda’s attack. But Sienna wasn’t here for a fight, she was here for a distraction. She has Amanda’s full and undivided attention, meaning that Amanda can’t see the figure sliding into the ring behind her. A buxom blonde stands behind Amanda, crouched with hand on her knee.
Greyson: Who’s that!?!
Sparkles: Why are you angry? We’ve got two blondes in the ring right now for Christ sakes. This is the happiest moment of my life.
Greyson: Who is this lady behind Amanda?
The hairs on the back of Amanda’s neck begin to stand up, alerting her to the crisis coming at her from behind. Amanda turns around and suddenly finds her face crushed by one of the most devastating mafia kicks ever heard. The boot to Amanda’s face seemingly shatters all the bones beneath the skin, knocking her unconscious.
Greyson: OH FUCK WHAT A KICK!
Sparkles: I think whoever this lady is just shattered Amanda’s face.
Amanda lies comatose on the canvas at the feet of this towering blonde, who upturns her nose from her victim. The blonde turns her focus to Sienna at ringside, who looks quite pleased to see Amanda suffer. Finally the lady vacates the ring while Tina is crawling across it. She drops down right top of Amanda’s chest, hooking her leg and preparing to capture the Queen of the Ring Title. Sienna and whomever her associate are, head up the ramp, leaving Amanda splayed across the cover being pinned by Tina.
Greyson: I can’t accept this…
Sparkles: Silas World has screwed Amanda out of the Queen of the Ring Title AGAIN!
Tina continues to hook the leg of an unconscious opponent, now all she needs is a referee to make the three count for her, which is easier said than done. Ashley, the special guest referee assigned this match, is still unconscious as a result of that sickening clothesline she received from Tina.
The angered Queen of the Ring Champion shouts at Ashley, before her attention is turned from the unconscious official to the lady now sliding into the ring. KORDY, the Evolution Champion, slips into the ring with Kordy’s friend the Stranger climbing onto the apron.
Greyson: Now what is Kordy doing out here?
Sparkles: Once again, why are you complaining!?! It’s friggin’ Kordy.
The Evolution Champion steps towards the unconscious Ashley and grabs the referee shirt binding to her body, starting to pry it off.
Kordy: Don’t worry Tina, Kordy will take over as ref and help you retain that Queen of the Ring Title. Then you’ll see, you’ll see how GOOD the Sinistry really is.
Kordy continues to pry the shirt off of Ashley’s body, about to slip on the jersey before Tina interferes.
Tina: I don’t want any help from you brainwashed bitches.
Tina rushes across the ring and nails Kordy with a kick straight to Kordy’s arm. The blow sends Kordy spiraling into the ropes and then spilling through them. She lands at ringside and grabs at her arm, grimacing in pain.
Greyson: Tina refusing the help of Kordy, these two ladies have developed quite the bitter rivalry over the past couple of weeks.
Sparkles: But Kordy was only operating on orders from Alana to HELP Tina.
Tina will not accept any help from Kordy, or from Alana, OR from the man still standing on the apron, the Stranger. Tina goes to treat him the same way that she treated Kordy, rushing at him with a kick aimed at his face. But the Stranger side steps Tina’s boot then throws a handful of dust right into her eyes.
Greyson: Tina is blinded!
Sparkles: The Stranger strikes again.
Tina turns away from the Stranger, doubling over and cupping her palms around her eyes. She cannot see a thing, even the boot traveling into her ribs. Kordy couldn’t take anymore PLAYING ALONG, delivering a boot to Tina’s ribs then spiking her on top of her head with the Can Opener DDT.
Greyson: Now Kordy hitting the Can Opener DDT.
Sparkles: That probably won’t make Alana very happy, because Kordy was supposed to be trying to prove to Tina that the Sinistry could be trusted.
Greyson: Pretty sure she just did the total opposite.
Tina rolls away from Kordy, who exits the ring with an expression of pure malice in her eyes. The vindictive Kordy has just laid out Tina, who is TRYING to get back to her feet, but she can’t move, nor can she see through her blinded eyes as Lasiewicz goes flying off the top rope. Lasiewicz performs a picture perfect 630 senton splash right across Tina’s ribs.
Tina is too weakened by the Can Opener DDT to block the 630 splash from connecting or recuperating in time to kick out for the pin that follows it. Lasiewicz falls back and hooks Tina’s leg while a disorientated Ashley crawls across the ring and then begins to slap it.
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Greyson: Wait-wait-wait!
Ashley’s hand finally comes down to the canvas just as Tina’s shoulder shoots from the ring, a second TOO LATE.
Sparkles: WHOA NOW…
Greyson: Can it be!?!
The fans are just as blown away, collectively gasping for air at the sight of Lasiewicz just pinning Tina to become the NEW Queen of the Ring Champion. The thousands in attendance are screaming so loud their throats will be hurting in the morning as Lasiewicz sits up on the canvas looking ‘miffed.’ With a groan she accepts the Queen of the Ring Title that a disorientated Ashley is handing her.
Greyson: Lasiewicz, the one woman on the planet who didn’t want the Queen of the Ring Title, has just become the champion.
Sparkles: What a twist of fate.
Lasiewicz finally accepts the belt from Ashley….reluctantly.
Lasiewicz then rises to her feet with her shoulder weighed heavy by her new title belt. She seems unsure what to make of this situation, that becomes even more difficult to process when Ashley lifts Lasiewicz’s arm in victory.
Greyson: What a crazy turn of events here that just led to Jessica Lasiewicz being anointed Queen of the Ring Champion.
Sparkles; She owes a big thank you to whomever that blonde was who took out Blayze, and Kordy for taking out Tina.
Greyson: I don’t know if Jessica WOULD be thankful.
Lasiewicz stares down into the belt, examining it while Tina, NOW the former champion, tries to open her eyes so she can examine the laughing Kordy backing away from the ring. And the moment Amanda regains consciousness, she’ll go looking for Silas World to examine the expressions of pain she puts on their faces.
BACKSTAGE
Hunter Locke continues to stand guard outside the room that Katelyn Buehler is locked behind. His thick arms are crossed over his even thicker chest as he blocks entry to the room, even against fellow supporters of the Sinistry, just like Jessica Wilde. She steps into view holding her jaw, which took quite the vicious blow as a result of the KTFO Katelyn delivered across it earlier tonight.
Wilde: Is the WHORE in there?
Hunter doesn’t answer with words, he just nods his head.
Wilde: Then open that door….
The bearer of the Extraordinary Title is pre-emptively sliding the title belt gifted to her by Hurse down off of her shoulder and into her palms. She is prepared to put it to use as a weapon.
Hunter: Sorry, can’t do that.
Wilde no longer directs her wrath at the individual behind the door and at the individual denying her access to that door.
Hunter: No one is to enter that room under ANY circumstances.
Wilde: Did you not see what she did to me?
Wilde taps her swollen jaw.
Hunter: Doesn’t change a thing.
Wilde: I have to make her pay for what she did, and for these letters she’s been sending me.
A bloody note is raised into the air, the very one retrieved from the mangled body of Executioner.
Wilde: Look at this Hunter, you know who’s blood this is? It’s Executioner’s BLOOD! Katelyn, she jumped him in that ring earlier tonight, and she left THIS pinned to his body.
Harbinger: I wouldn’t be so quick to assume that.
The competitor formerly dubbed Hurse now stands in blackened robes behind Wilde, his face darkened by the hood that hangs over his head.
Wilde: What do you mean?
Harbinger: This JUST arrived at your locker-room.
A letter, one not stained with blood, is extended towards Wilde. The sight of it has Wilde aghast.
Wilde: Hmmm, the Whore must be playing some type of trick….
Harbinger: These letters, they are NOT from Katelyn.
Wilde: And how do you know that?
Harbinger: I know Katelyn very well, and sending letters to intimidate her foes, is not HER style.
Wilde: Then-then, what your telling me is that Katelyn wasn’t behind the letters, and wasn’t the one who attacked Executioner?
Harbinger: An attack like this is far too cerebral to be conducted by the Whore. Another has to be responsible.
Wilde: Does the letter give any clues?
She grabs said letter and then feverishly opens it up, revealing the card inside with a simple inscription.
“12-14-2014: The Answer Will Come.”
Wilde lowers the letter and frowns.
Wilde: That’s tonight’s date.
Harbinger: Then it is safe to assume that whomever is behind these letters shall reveal themselves and their motives tonight.
Both letters in Wilde’s hands, the bloodied one and the one just delivered by Harbinger, are squeezed with such force.
Wilde: Then you assumed wrong. Because I don’t care what their motives are, and I don’t care when they intend to debut. Their coming to the ring when I say, and I’m not going to give them an opportunity to open their filthy mouths when they do show up.
Harbinger: And when are you going to call them to the ring?
Wilde: Right now!
Wilde embarks for the ring with Harbinger right behind her. The two walk past Hunter, who remains stationed in front of the door leading to the room where Katelyn has been imprisoned.
IN RING
We don’t have to wait long to see Jessica Wilde’s challenge manifest. “My Demons” by Starset is once again strumming through the speakers while Jessica Wilde makes her way down the ramp, flanked this time by Harbinger. The two make their way down the ramp with Jessica rubbing at her still aching jaw and Harbinger holding her by the shoulder, allowing her to guide him towards the ring. Once at ringside Wilde throws the Extraordinary Title belt over the top rope and then drags Harbinger by the hand up the ramp and into the squared circle. The voices of Greyson Lovejoy and Sparkles at long last chime in and do what they do best, speculate.
Greyson: So it seems that Jessica Wilde still has a task left unrealized.
Sparkles: She’s mad, Lovejoy, and she has every right to be. Her protector Executioner was laid out by whomever has been writing these creepy letters, and then Wilde was knocked on her ass by Katelyn, who came out of nowhere.
Greyson: What? You expect me to show Wilde pity? Everything that’s happened to her here tonight has been because SHE brought it on herself. SHE threatened Katelyn’s handicapped sister, Kitty, and SHE and Executioner have assaulted so many innocent victims.
Wilde slides through the ropes into the ring where she stands over the Extraordinary Title and prepares to unleash all of her pint up frustrations upon the microphone.
Wilde: WHOOORE! I told you, plain as the sky is blue that if you returned to this federation, I would pay your sister Kitty a visit, and instead of heeding my warnings, you choose to defy them. So what happens to Kitty, that’s YOUR fault!
Wilde now segues from one enemy to another, having developed quite a few of them in a very short period of times.
Wilde: And what happens to this barely literate oaf, who has been sending me so many threatening letters, what happens to them will be a product of their own design as well. They have spun their web, but I will not be the moth who flies unwittingly into it. Instead I will be the bat who tears through that web. You think you have fangs?
Wilde directs her question towards the Cartel-tron.
Wilde: You have not seen fangs until you feel my bite. So whoever you are, and whatever your thinking, it’s irrelevant, because as of this moment, your life is over. Stop hiding behind letters, stop shielding yourself in theatrics, step out from whatever skirt your hiding behind and….
A loud wolf’s howl cuts through the speakers and reduces Wilde’s tough tone to a mere yelp. Her eyes widen and a panicked expression befalls her as the very same howl that was heard before the assault on Executioner continues to fill the arena. Once it tapers off a NEW sound is heard through the speakers, the tune of blood curdling laughter. These odd sounds coincide with equally as odd sights. All eyes are veered to the Cartel-tron, that at first flashes with the vague outline of a wolf’s face before it fades away and a letter shines brightly in its place.
”N”
The letter vanishes and the wolf’s face reappears before once again fading to give attention to the next letter.
”E”
This time the appearance of the letter is not juxtaposed between shots of the wolf’s face. Instead we see what looks to be a mask.
”C”
The next time the mask appears it becomes clearer, taking shape.
”R”
Finally we see the mask entirely, in full form.
It’s the mask made in the style of a Jester.
The final letter appears immediately after the mask becomes clear.
”O”
Take all five letters, put them back to back and what do you got?
”N-E-C-R-O”
Another ominous laugh cuts through the speakers. The tunes of “Sin with a Grin” now hits the PA system, eliciting an UNREAL response from the crowd. Well, not only from the crowd, but from a shocked Wilde in the ring. She is already shaking her head and crying out in disbelief as a fog comes rolling in across the stage and the man behind each of the letters that have been written to Wilde finally emerges from the back. Although his face is tucked behind a Jester’s mask, everyone and their goldfish knows who the man is standing amongst the fog…..
Greyson: HOOOOOLY MOTHER OF GOD!
Sparkles: Are my shrooms kicking in, or is that-is that….
Greyson: It’s-it’s SHILO VALIANT!!
The former SCW Champion is getting the type of reaction he is quite accustomed to, a standing ovation…no…a screaming ovation from the crowd. Every fan in attendance finds their lungs bursting at the sight of Shilo employing all of his typical gesticulations upon his way down the ramp. At last, to the shock of every fan in the Manhattan Center, Shilo enters the ring and stands before Wilde and Harbinger.
Sparkles: Please catch me if I faint.
Greyson: Shilo Valiant…SHILO VALIANT…let me take a moment and reiterate this….SHILO VALIANT…is in the ring.
The crowd is squealing so loud it almost makes it hard for Greyson or Sparkles to hear their own thoughts. Shilo’s music cuts out in the background, not that anyone could hear it in the first place given the reaction from the crowd. The Jester mask that covers Shilo’s face is removed and at the exact same time Wilde is taking off the doll mask that normally keeps her own face hidden. Now Wilde and Shilo are TRULY face to face.
Wilde: Why-why-WHY!?!
The stammering Wilde finally gets out the question EVERYONE has been dying to hear an answer to. All those in the Manhattan Center watch and listen carefully, wondering if Shilo is going to divulge the inner workings of his demented mind. Finally Shilo answers Wilde’s question, not via words, but via gestures. He lifts his finger and points, not at Wilde, not at Harbinger, but at the Extraordinary Title that sits over Wilde’s shoulder.
The crowd’s reaction intensifies as Shilo lowers his finger and uses his hands to make a belt gesture across his waist. Wilde, much like the crowd, finds herself in a state of total and complete awe.
BACKSTAGE
Hunter Locke’s broad and imposing physique continues to dissuade anyone who might be foolish enough to TRY and make their way past him into the room where Katelyn Buehler is trapped. The Head of Sinistry security is showing about as much emotional range as a guard parked outside of Buckingham Palace.
Kloe: I trust you’ve kept anyone from paying our prisoner a visit?
Hunter nods to the question posed by Majority Owner Kloe Masters, who steps into view with anger etched into the lines of her face. Clearly Kloe will show no forgiveness to the woman who made a very valiant effort to attack her earlier tonight. Luckily for Kloe, the very woman that she suspended, Katelyn, was caught by her security personal and trapped under lock and key.
Kloe: Keep up the good work, and continue making sure NO ONE enters that room under ANY circumstance.
Again Hunter nods instead of offering a verbal reply.
Kloe: Your diligence will be rewarded Hunter, count on….
Alana: Speaking of rewards.
Alana Starr was the last person that Kloe suspected to hear from this evening, but there she stands in all of her golden glory, staring down the Majority Owner. With one shoulder covered in a Tag Title, and the other draped in the X-Class Championship, Alana looks positively stunning, not that she wouldn’t WITHOUT title belts. Even Kloe is overwhelmed by the inspiring sight of Alana bedecked in so much gold it could fill Scrooge McDuck’s vault.
Alana: You and I still have to talk about MY reward for my display of loyalty here tonight.
Kloe: Relax Alana, Aiken and I already talked…
Alana: AND?
Kloe: The strings I pulled to get Ashley Marie Chase added to that Queen of the Ring Title match, won’t be the last I pull tonight. I know your plans for Tina Valentine’s title defense didn’t go as you had wanted.
Alana: No, they didn’t.
Kloe: But I’m already in the process of leaving NOTHING up to chance when it comes to you, and that X-Class Championship.
Alana: Care to fill me in on your plans?
Kloe: Oh, you’ll be pleasantly surprised, as will your opponent tonight, Andre.
The name of Alana’s ex-boyfriend sparks such unrest in Alana’s face.
Alana: Andre has tainted my GOODness for the last time, Kloe. For months he either neglected, or straight out abused me. And finally, I get a chance to see him suffer the exact same way he made ME suffer. It wasn’t GOOD enough that I salvaged the reputation of the Tag Team Titles by taking the belt off of Andre’s shoulder. He still has hope, and tonight, it must be crushed.
Kloe: And so it will. You might forget that I have just as much of a vested interest in seeing Andre in pain, as you do. He and Gavin, they led the assault against the Sinistry at the end of last week’s Riot….
Alana: His assaults on me were just as terrible.
Kloe: But the retribution we get against him is going to be a thousand times worse.
Kloe lifts her wrist and checks the watch wrapped around it.
Kloe: Dre should be finding out right now what it means to defy Kloe’s Law.
Alana: No, Dre is about to find out why it’s never GOOD to treat me so BAD.
BACKSTAGE
There is quite a bit of hoopla ongoing inside of the ring, and just as much going on in the locker-room. That’s where we presently find Andre Jordan, who for the first time in as long as anyone can remember, stands without a championship to his name. He almost looks naked without the gold around his shoulder or around his waist. Not even the presence of the bodyguard for Silverstone International, Sebastian Knight, can deflect Jordan’s attention from the loss of his titles, and the fact that he may soon be reunited with some gold.
Knight: Dre, this problem between you and Tabitha (Silverstone)…
Andre: Greeeat. I sooo want to talk about the issues between my agent and I right now.
Andre couldn’t be anymore annoyed.
Knight: I just think the two of you need to talk things out.
Andre: Talking is not going to help the way she betrayed me. From now on, the relationship between Tabitha and I, it’s nothing but business.
Knight: But Tabitha really needs you right now man, didn’t you see what this La Tigra bitch did to her? I know you got the same video that I received.
Andre remains chillingly silent regarding any video he may or may not have been privy to. Just then the door opens to their dressing room and a rather somber Tabitha Silverstone steps in. She looks surprisingly unscathed after her run-in with the group ran by La Tigra, the faction known as La Onda in the week building up to Andre’s title match against La Onda’s protectorate, Alana Starr. While Andre barely acknowledges Tabitha’s arrival, Knight seems a bit elated by her arrival.
Knight: Tabitha….I didn’t think you were even going to be here tonight.
Tabitha: No worries. Nothing was going to keep me from being here to watch my client avenge what Alana’s friends, La Onda did to me.
Andre continues to remain sketchy.
Tabitha: Dre?
Andre: Tabitha….
Finally he talks to his agent.
Andre:…you and I have had some differing opinions lately, but know that in spite of our problems these past few weeks behind the scenes, when I enter that ring in front of the whole wide world, I WILL make Alana pay for what she did to you, and what she did to me. I can’t let her get away with her actions, and I can’t let her beat me. Not in a make or break match like this.
Tabitha: Make or break? You think this match against Alana is make or break?
Andre: How can you ask me that question? Seriously? How Tabitha? You know everything Alana has done to the both of us over the past year. You’ve heard her accuse me of being an abusive thug, and she’s assaulted you more times than I can count. Tonight either all of that comes to an end, or I end up crippled at Alana’s hands, because that’s the only way she’ll beat me.
Tabitha: You won’t end up crippled Dre, I would NEVER allow that. And I won’t allow Alana to walk into 2015 with that X-Class Title around her waist.
Andre: Tabitha….
Andre buries his face in his palm, lowering his head directly into it as he struggles with the words he HAS to say next.
Andre: Promise me you won’t interfere in my match against Alana. And by interfere, I mean, don’t you DARE stop the match. Not under any circumstances, understood? I don’t care if I’m your top client or not, you don’t throw in the towel even if I’m taking a worse beating than Apollo Creed ay the hands of Ivan Drago.
Tabitha: I’ll respect your decision Andre, but know I won’t stand around and watch Alana take your career just to retain her X-Class Championship.
Andre: Tabitha, face it, if Alana DOES retain her X-Class Championship, that means my career IS over.
”Surly” Sam: To be fair, your career might be done before you even get to your match, Andre.
Head Trainer ‘Surly’ Sam steps into view, noticeably attired in an upgrade to his customary jersey and blue jeans. His association with Kloe Masters has provided Sam with a whole new wardrobe, hopefully with some tailor-made DEEP pockets. He also carries with him not only an aura of entitlement, but more importantly, a feeling of invincibility.
”Surly” Sam: If the reports I’m hearing are true, then I’ll be forced to pull you from the X-Class Title match until I’ve had the opportunity to subject you to a proper medical examination.
Andre: A proper medical examination? From you?
”Surly” Sam: That’s right?
Andre: Laughable. What rumors are you even talking about?
”Surly” Sam: The rumors that your suffering a serious injury to your throat resulting from being choked with a piano wire several weeks ago.
Andre: Say what!?! I’ve been over that injury for weeks now.
”Surly” Sam: Not according to the rumors, and until I’ve disproved them I cannot in good conscious allow you to compete tonight.
Gavin: Is that so?
A chill goes up “Surly” Sam’s spine as Gavin Taylor, Andre’s former rival turned trusted ally, steps in behind the Head Trainer. A handful of Sam’s collar is taken hold of, Gavin lifting up on it and treating him like a baby cat in the jaws of its momma.
“Surly” Sam: Take your hands off of me.
Gavin: I don’t think so Sammy Boy, I’m not about to let you pull the same shit on Andre that you pulled on me two weeks ago.
”Surly” Sam: I’m only doing my job. Your arm was far too injured for you to compete in that Tag Title match.
Gavin: Not according to MY doctor’s note. One you altered to keep me from competing.
”Surly” Sam: That’s a liable accusation.
Gavin: Dre, bud…..
Gavin turns focus from the man he’s gripping by the jacket, to the man Gavin’s developed quite the unusual relationship with. Andre is all ears.
Gavin: Why don’t you head on out to that ring, I think Alana is waiting for you to sweep her off of her feet. Sam and I here are going to have ourselves a little conversation.
Andre: This is probably the first time I’ve ever said this….thank you, Gavin.
Gavin: Ain’t no thing Andre. I owe you man, for giving me that Evolution Title match against Kordy tonight, and I’ll repay you at any cost. So don’t worry about Sam, and don’t worry about anything other than giving Alana a SPANKIN for being such a bad-bad girl.
Knight: And mate….
Sebastian Knight finally breaks his silence, no longer content with being a piece of scenery in the background. He steps forward and reassuringly pats Andre on his shoulder.
Knight: Don’t you worry about Alana’s Papi, Tabitha and I will make sure he and his goons do not interfere to keep that X-Class Title away from you.
Tabitha: See Dre, although Gavin and I might not like each other….
Gavin: Awwww.
Tabitha: All of us (points to herself, Gavin and Knight) are here to support you.
Gavin: Someone cue up ‘you are the wind beneath my wings.’
Andre: No. I don’t think that’s necessary. But what IS necessary is bringing an end to all this crap I’ve taken from Alana for over a year.
Gavin: In the immortal words of Patrick Swayze, ditto.
Andre: Aren’t you using that slightly out of context?
Gavin: Hey, at least I didn’t use his, ‘nobody puts baby in the corner’ line.
Andre: Good, cause I’m nowhere near as adorable as Jennifer Grey.
Gavin feels Sam trying to discreetly slip out of Gavin’s clutches.
Gavin: You go handle business Dre, while I deal with Sam here.
Andre: Let’s put an end to this fight against the GOOD Movement once and for all.
Both members of the pairing collectively known as Team EPIC extend their knuckles Andre and Gavin fist bumping before Andre heads for the ring, flanked by both Tabitha and Knight.
ALANA STARR © VS. ANDRE JORDAN:
X-CLASS TITLE
Cameras cut back to the interior of the arena just as Alana Starr’s theme song pipes through the PA system. Although Alana Starr’s agent, Ethan Von Aaron is not on hand to handle his client’s ring introduction, she employs all the other over the top hallmarks of her entrance, lowering from the heavens in her angelic apparel. Like a heavenly body she descends from the celestial planes to the earth below. Once down on planet earth Alana removes both the Tag and X-Class Titles from her shoulders, lifting both straps high above her skull. Greyson and Sparkles provide even further hype for one of the most anticipated matches on tonight’s card, the pair chiming in from the commentator’s table.
Greyson: On what has already been one of the most memorable nights in IWC’s history, we now find ourselves on the cusp of witnessing the biggest X-Class Title match in IWC history. Alana Starr about to defend the championship she won back at Reawakening Day against undoubtedly her toughest opponent to date.
Sparkles: I’ve asked for it twice already, so now I guess I have to beg, will someone PLEASE put Alana Starr in slow motion?
Greyson: Ask and beg all you want, Sparkles, it won’t happen. Concentrate less on Alana in slow motion and focus on what should be the most fast paced and energetic match of the night. For four months Alana has held that X-Class Title after ending the career of Kathryn Pearson in order to take the title, but for a year she’s been tormenting her ex-boyfriend Andre Jordan.
Sparkles: I’m sure all Andre’s torment stems from the fact that he’ll never again get another piece of that FINE Alana booty.
Greyson: Well, he’ll get more than a piece of it in a moment.
Alana looks less like she’s preparing for a title defense and more like she’s preparing for a celebration. Her request for a microphone is answered by time keeper Thomas Boll.
Alana: I know everyone came here to see another Alana five STARR match, but that warning on the back of your programs stating ‘card subject to change,’ is there for a reason. I have it on very GOOD authority that Andre Jordan will not be able to compete tonight due to some type of throat injury inflicted on Dre by one of my Papi’s friends. Apparently he’s been doing a lot of CHOKING since then.
Greyson: Alana of course referring to the fact that the man we’ve come to know as Solomon, strangled Andre with a piano cord several weeks ago on NewAge. Though I don’t recall hearing about any prolonged injury resulting from that choking.
Sparkles: Are you trying to say Alana is a liar? She’s the leader of the GOOD Movement for crying out loud and GOOD girls don’t lie.
Alana: So I’m afraid Andre is going to have to what he does best, cop out. Run along Andre and thank the GOOD heavens above that you were spared the beating I was going to give you in retaliation for all the abuse you’ve subjected me t…..
”We Own It” blares over the speakers and every set of eyes widen at the sight of Andre Jordan appearing in the crowd. Tabitha Silverstone and Sebastian Knight stand behind Dre, who whips back the hood of his sweatshirt so that Alana can see the fire in his eyes.
Greyson: Nuuuh-uhhhh, Andre ain’t running nowhere!
Sparkles: Except for the ring, which doctors have advised him not to do. But does this idiot listen? I guess he’s going to have to do all of his talking through one of those electronic voice boxes from now on.
Greyson: I think Andre would risk that for the sake of getting his hands on Alana. For a year, Alana and the GOOD Movement have tortured and tormented Andre every chance they get. Alana has attacked everyone Andre cares about, including his agent….REPEATEDLY. And now after an issue that has been waging since way back at Last Stand, we get our ultimate showdown, Andre versus Alana to close out 2014.
Alana sighs and then shrugs, showing indifference to Andre’s arrival, for in her mind this changes nothing, the outcome of the match remains a foregone conclusion. Andre leaps the barrier and is all but too eager to enter the ring. He climbs up onto the apron with Tabitha and Knight staying on the mats down behind him. At last Dre enters the ring and the reality of the situation at last kicks in for the fans, the world realizing that after everything that’s transpired between these two for a year, they will at last collide with so much hanging in the balance. Head SIN referee Stuart Wright chimes the bell, finally getting this bout underway.
Greyson: And here we go ladies and gentlemen. Alana versus Andre, one on one.
In spite of all their animosity the two slowly step out of their corners and tentatively extend their hands, looking for a Greco Roman knuckle lock. Just as they begin to interlock hands Alana suddenly throws a back elbow straight into Andre’s eye. The blow knocks Dre back and into the ropes, the crowd booing mercilessly. Alana backs up with her hands raised and a huge smile on her face. Andre now steps out of the corner once again as Alana calls for a collar elbow tie.
Andre steps towards her and the two begin to lock up until at the last second Alana hauls off and slaps her ex-boyfriend right across the cheek. Once again Dre finds himself staggered back and grabbing at his face while Alana grabs at her sides, doubling over in fits of hysterics.
She finally stands up and lifts one hand into the air, beckoning Andre in to establish a test of strength with her. Dre is understandably reluctant as he approaches Alana and lifts his hand into the air, the two about to interlock knuckles before Dre gets an eyeful of thumb…no Andre catches that thumb in his hand and squeezes. Alana jumps between feet screeching in pain as her thumb is bent over backwards and her ears are forced to hear Andre’s scathing words.
Andre: What did I ever see in you?
Alana: The answer to all your imperfections.
Alana hauls off and swings around with her other arm, drilling Dre under the jaw with a forearm. Although so much has happened between Dre and Alana, Andre STILL looks reluctant to fight her. He staggers into the corner and leans his forehead against it, taking deep breaths, trying to stifle the anger that is growing inside. All the while Alana is smiling and rolling her eyes.
Alana: What are you going to do, DRE, cry? Blubber like a little baby and bury all your heartache under galloons of ice-cream? Are you finally realizing that I’ll never-ever-in a million-billion years, come back to you?
Andre: No, I’m just now realizing something else….
With a face now void of emotion, Andre turns away from the corner and towards Alana.
Andre: You were the single biggest mistake of my life.
Andre catches an unsuspecting Alana to her ribs with a boot, then drags her down into position for the Game Changer. The Pedigree is about to connect to a piercing cry from the crowd only to have Alana drop down to her knees and then roll out of the ring. She drops to the outside mats and blows off Andre, sticking up her palm and insisting he talk into it. She then makes her way around the ring, looking like she’s on the brink of leaving only to have Tabitha and Knight cut her off. The two form a barrier between Alana and the ramp.
Alana: Haven’t I kicked your bottom enough, Tabitha?
Andre’s agent does not respond with words, instead she smiles. Her grin widens when seeing Andre exiting the ring behind Alana and twisting Alana around into a straight jab across her chin. The crowd goes nuts as the sight of Andre finally landing some blows on Alana. He then hits another right, a third right and a fourth, staggering Alana back. Andre then gets a running start behind a knock out shot only to have Alana leave her feet, wedge them to Andre’s gut and then monkey flip him over. Andre catches some significant height before ultimately crashing into the ringside mats. He arches his kidneys from the ground in pain while Alana rolls into the ring to break the official’s ten count. Once in the ring she tussles her hair then throws her arms out to her sides, basking in the ‘cheers’ she believes she’s receiving. The absolutely delusional Alana fails to realize that the crowd are tearing her down rather than building her up.
Alana steps across the ring and grabs the top rope, pulling herself over onto a recovering Andre down at ringside. She lands right on top of his chest with a senton plancha, but to her chagrin she does not take Andre off of his feet. Instead Dre wraps his arms around Alana’s waist and then charges her back towards the ring with the intent of throwing her into the ropes with a release powerbomb. Instead Alana reaches back though, grabbing the cables she was about to be thrown into and instead uses the cables to flip back into the ring.
She lands gracefully back on the canvas then launches her feet through the ropes right into Andre’s chest, sending him staggering back into the barricade. Alana then pulls her feet back into the ring and continues to clutch the ropes before pulling herself over into another senton plancha. This time the move DOES connect, knocking Dre off of his feet and to the mats.
Sparkles: Look at Alana go, she is unstoppable.
Greyson: I don’t know what’s going on with Andre, but he is being dominated right now by Alana.
Sparkles: He still looks reluctant.
Greyson: He looks more lost than anything else.
Alana stands up and returns to the apron where she once again throws her arms up into the air, but this time unleashes a chant.
Alana: GOOD! GOOD! GOOD! GOOD!
The crowd responds with a chant of “BAD! BAD! BAD! BAD!”
Once again their hate goes ignored by Alana, who waits for Andre to reach his feet on the mats beneath her. Once he’s upright Andre finds himself the victim of a forward flipping senton from Alana as she turns herself into a human wrecking ball, leaping off of the apron and back first right into Andre’s shoulder….and she remains on that shoulder just long enough for Andre to lift her up then powerbomb her down kidneys first right into the apron.
Greyson: OOOOH-HO-HO!
Sparkles: Powerbomb!
Greyson: Onto the apron!
The powerbomb into the apron has Alana screaming out in pain then falling to her knees in front of a highly emotional Jordan. His whole body is shivering as all of his feelings come flowing to the surface and threaten to burn Alana like molten hot lava. Jordan quickly pulls Alana up into the air and hits her with a SECOND powerbomb across the edge of the ring apron.
Sparkles: Not ANOTHER ONE!
Greyson: Andre has finally snapped.
And so too has Alana’s spine. In desperation she rolls onto the apron, trying to get some distance between she and Andre, but he’s right there on top of her. He steps up onto the apron in front of Alana, grabs her head, drags it under his seat then lifts her into the air and drives her down into the apron with ANOTHER powerbomb.
Greyson: A third powerbomb this time directly into the apron and not along the edge of it.
Sparkles: Stop it Andre! STOP IT for the love of GOOD.
The three powerbombs across the apron have Alana in immediate need of a chiropractor’s appointment. She rolls into the ring clasping at her kidneys but her back is about to be the least of her worries. Andre shows no qualms about grabbing Alana by her hair and using it to force her back, getting her up to her knees. He then takes off into the ropes behind the X-Class Champion, ricochets off then comes charging back in and delivers a powerful kick right across the back of Alana’s head, knocking her down to the canvas.
Alana rolls along into the turnbuckle, standing up with the use of the corner when Andre comes barreling in extends his foot and drives it right across her forehead with the yakuza kick. The boot knocks Alana off of her feet, down to the canvas and then under the ropes. She looks to be in quite the state of distress, her body ravaged with pain after all the boots and after all the powerbombs. She instinctively rises to her feet on the apron when Dre rushes across the ring and delivers a THIRD yakuza kick, this shot knocking her off the apron and sending her twisting down to the ringside mats.
Greyson: Dre is just all over Alana. He’s got so much pint up hostility that has been building for months and months FINALLY culminating here tonight.
Andre watches as Alana rises to her feet with the aid of the barricade, compelling him to take off for a big dive. Dre charges across the ring and is right about to dive through the ropes at Alana before she suddenly leaps to the apron and catches Andre’s head as it comes through the cables. Alana now stands on the apron and holds Andre’s neck in a very BAD position. She has him set up to take the Five Starr, the flip over neckbreaker across the apron that ended up being the death knell in the career of Kathryn Pearson.
Greyson: Don’t hit this Alana, don’t you dare take another career!
Alana is just about to flip over and drag Dre through the ropes and into the apron before he swings his OWN body right out of her clutches. He steps back, getting his body fully through the cable and into the ring. He then grabs the top rope that Alana is clutching hold of and yanks on it, sending Alana flipping off the apron, over the cables and eventually landing right on Andre’s shoulders. There is quite the ovation as Andre turns, preparing to hit a running powerbomb. He charges across the ring with the intent of hitting the maneuver only to have Alana wrap her legs around Andre’s neck and flip him over into the huricarana.
Alana ends up seated on Dre’s chest for only a moment before Dre sits up and rolls her over backwards into a pinning predicament. But wait, Alana keeps rolling, out of Andre’s attempted pin, onto her feet and into the nearest turnbuckle.
Andre rolls back as well then gets a running start behind the yakuza kick only to have Alana lift her legs into the air, driving them into the inbound face of her rival. Dre staggers back and doubles over, mistakenly turning his side to Alana, who comes leaping off the middle rope of the turnbuckle into the Starr Crossed. The scissors kick connects to the back of Dre’s head, driving his face down into the canvas.
Greyson: Starr Crossed off the middle rope!!
Sparkles: Alana always busts out something new in clutch situations like these.
Greyson: And it doesn’t get any more clutch than this, another match that has been so long in the makings.
Andre rolls to the center of the ring where Alana eagerly makes the cover, hoping she’s done enough to retain her X-Class Title.
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Andre manages to just barely squeeze his shoulder out from under Alana, who sits up trying to keep her composure. She leaps to her feet and then approaches the nearest corner, lunging to the top rope, dropping the back of her legs across it and then hitting a split legged moonsault that connects across Dre’s chest. She ends up on her knees and pulls Dre up by the back of his head, subjecting him to punch after punch across his brow. She then goes as far as taking the point of her elbow and grinding it back and forth across Dre’s eyes.
Tabitha and Knight are slapping the apron in support of Andre, who continues to be blinded by the elbow rubbing against his face. Alana only takes that elbow away in order to approach the turnbuckle she has already launched herself out of repeatedly. This time she pushes herself up into a headstand on the top rope, straightening out her body then twisting it as she falls back to the canvas with an elbow drop straight across Andre’s chest.
Sparkles: Mmmm, Alana is sooooo flexible. She must be triple jointed…is there a such thing as triple jointed? If so, I hope Alana is tripled jointed.
Greyson: ENOUGH!
Alana continues to showboat and hit her flashy moves, but now she flashes her pearly whites at the crowd.
Alana: GOOD! GOOD! GOOD!
Once again the crowd is rallying in a ‘BAD! BAD! BAD!” chant in retaliation.
Alana shows no concern for their response. Her only concern now is making Andre suffer. The number one contender for the X-Class Title remains splayed across the canvas with Alana rushing past him and into the turnbuckle. She does ANOTHER headstand on the top rope, then twists her hips and comes down into a leg drop aimed at Dre’s throat. But at the last second Dre leaps to his feet and catches the legs coming down towards his throat. He staggers back to the center of the ring trying to pull Alana down into the powerbomb. But Alana leap frogs over Dre’s head, slides down his back and pulls him over into the sunset flip. Dre rolls back right out of the pin though and into the nearest turnbuckle. He stands up with his back against it while Alana comes barreling in and eats a back elbow to the mouth. Andre then leaps to the top rope, gets his balance and flips back into a moonsault that sends him crashing right into Alana’s sternum. Both competitors crash into the canvas while the crowd leaps out of their seats.
Greyson: Jordan with the moonsault…..
Sparkles:…And the pin.
Dre has Alana’s leg hooked and the crowd hooked to every slap of the canvas.
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Alana launches a shoulder from the canvas, retaining her X-Class Title. A greater sense of urgency compels Jordan, as he takes Alana by the wrist, forces her up to her feet and now into position to deliver the Game Changer. The pedigree is just about to connect before Alana wedges her hands to Andre’s stomach and shoves him backwards into the turnbuckle. He hits the corner and almost loses his balance, just as Alana comes charging in to make him even more unstable. She launches herself into a flying forearm only to receive two boots to the ribs, the kick knocking her backwards to the center of the ring. Meanwhile Andre is pulling himself up into the corner, standing with his back turned to Starr. He then takes to the air, flipping over with ANOTHER moonsault. He crashes into Alana for a SECOND time the falls once again into the cover.
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Alana manages to slip her shoulder from the ring and avoid another pinfall as a result of the moonsault. Alana is quickly dragged up to her feet and now into a fireman’s carry, Andre about to hit the Rolling Thunder. Before he can connect with the Finley Roll followed by the moonsault, Alana slips off of his shoulders, lands behind Andre’s back and manages to shove him into one of the turnbuckles. Alana comes charging in after him only to have Andre turn his back to the corner and get his foot up into Alana’s inbound face. The boot knocks her back while Dre turns his back to her and climbs the turnbuckle. He gets to the top rope, steadies himself and then flips back into ANOTHER moonsault. This time Alana sees it coming though, having it scouted well in advance and diving out of the way of her inbound opponent.
Andre lands on his feet instead of into the splash while Alana rolls forward into turnbuckle he just launched himself out. Andre takes advantage of her positon, charging in and leaping into a big splash on his opponent only to have Alana clear out of the way at the last second. As a result Dre changes his trajectory, landing on the middle rope instead of having his ribs crushed against the turnbuckle. He spins around and takes a seat on the top cable, getting in a perfect position. He’s just about to launch himself out of the corner before Alana charges at Dre, leaps all the way up to the top rope, lands with the back of her legs across the cables at her opponent’s and takes Dre around the neck, falling back into a modified downward spiral.
Greyson: OOOH MY GOD!
Sparkles: What the hell was that!?!
Greyson: A springboard top rope version of the downward spiral, Sparkles.
Sparkles: I didn’t actually WANT an answer.
The brain rattling blow has Dre laid out and Alana splayed out across his chest.
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Andre JUST manages to roll his shoulder off the canvas, a move Alana will make him regret. She takes hold of his wrist, drags him along to his feet and then with a grip still on his hand, she rushes towards the nearest corner, stepping up the ropes. She now walks the top cable with Dre’s hand still clasped and then leaps into a twisting motion, landing on Dre’s shoulders before ultimately flipping him over into the hurricarana.
Greyson: Everything about Alana is so flashy.
Sparkles: Did you just say….
Greyson: Nooo. I said Alana is FLASHY. Now that she FLASHED us.
Sparkles: Oh. You should know better than to get my hopes, as well as other parts of my anatomy, UP like that.
Alana just can’t help herself, she leaps to her feet and instantly gets the crowd riled up into a chant of….
Alana: GOOD! GOOD! GOOD!
The crowd grows angrier and angrier with every syllable shouted by Alana.
Sparkles: GOOD! GOOD! GOOD!
Greyson: Knock it off Sparkles.
Alana keeps chanting even as she approaches Andre and begins to slap him across the back of her head with both hands. Every slap is followed by another scream.
Alana: GOOD! *Slap* Good! *Slap* GOOD! *Slap*
Tabitha and Knight are also slapping, slapping the apron in an attempt to rally the fans behind Dre. It doesn’t take much work for the crowd to begin cheering on Dre, but their support is doing him little GOOD at the moment. Alana takes him by the wrist, forces him up to his feet then rushes to the nearest turnbuckle, dragging Dre along behind her by his wrist. She steps up the ropes, across the top cable and then leaps off, twisting back towards Dre, catching him around the neck then spiking him directly on top of his skull with a modified tornado DDT.
Dre flips over to his back and doesn’t even have the strength to lift his hands to protect his aching skull. Alana continues to take advantage of his crushed head and perhaps his crushed spirit. She pulls Andre along to his feet by his wrist and then drags him along behind her into the cables. But Andre will not fall prey to another of her rope assisted assaults. She steps up the ropes to the top cable, still clutching Andre’s wrist before he frees his hand from her gasp and then uses his palms to shove her legs right out from under her. As a result Alana ends up sitting on the top cable with Andre trying to step up behind her. He takes her by the arm, drapes it across the back of his neck and now prepares to deliver the Olympic Slam from the top rope.
Greyson: Andre’s gonna hit the Opinion Changer off the friggin top rope!
Sparkles: Nuh-uh, not on my Starr Chylde he isn’t.
The crowd gets eager but Alana dashes any expectations of seeing the Opinion Changer delivered from this heightened point. She delivers an open hand palm thrust to Andre’s forehead and knocks him back off the turnbuckle and to the canvas where he surprisingly lands on his feet. He staggers back and Alana now leaps to the top rope, springs feet first off the cable, twists in mid-air, lands feet first on the cable AGAIN and then springs off towards her opponent into a double axehandle smash. Her arms may be aimed towards Andre’s face but it’s her ribs that take all of the punishment. Andre gets his foot up and into Alana’s ribs, causing her to double over as she lands on her feet and puts her in perfect position for Andre to step over her head, hook both of her arms and go for the Game Changer. The pedigree is yet again seconds away from finishing Alana off, but she remains an ever persistent one.
Alana grabs the creases of Andre’s knees, tears his legs out from under him and causes him to trip onto his back. But Alana keeps hold of Andre’s legs and then falls back, catapulting him into the turnbuckle, one that he will NOT collide with. Instead Dre lands on the middle rope with the utmost grace, gets his balance, turns around and prepares for a momentum changing leap. And there is a leap, but it keeps momentum on Alana’s side. She lunges at Dre and lands beside him on the top rope across the back of her tights. She takes Andre around the neck and drops back into another modified downward spiral. Once again Dre comes along for the ride, but this time, he’s the one in the driver’s seat. He counters Alana’s downward spiral attempt off the turnbuckle into a BACK-BREAKER!
Dre gets his knee up into the air and Alana’s spine is bridged over it.
Sparkles: HOT SHIT WHAT A COUNTER!
Greyson: And Dre’s not done yet!
Andre keeps Alana’s back stretched over his knee before bridging her back up to her feet then Dre falls back into a downward spiral that drives Alana’s face right into the middle turnbuckle pad. She bounces off the corner and then staggers back into the man laying behind her, Andre hooks her around the thigh then pulls her over into the school boy. But the pin is just a set up, he lets Alana roll out of the pinning predicament and over to her elbows and knees. Dre leaps to his feet, catches Alana around the waist then heaves her up into a running sit-out powerbomb that at last connects.
Greyson: And Dre tops this combination off with the running bomb he was looking for earlier in this match.
Andre doesn’t just deliver the sit-out powerbomb, but he puts Alana in a position where he can lean forward from his seat into the creases of her knees, pinning her to the canvas.
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Alana JUST barely manages to roll her shoulder from the canvas.
Andre’s burst of offense almost had Alana, but almost never cuts it in this industry. Andre stands up grabbing Alana by the ankle then lifting it into the air, rolling her over backwards and straight into one of the turnbuckles. Dre then comes charging in only to have Alana lunge into the air getting both knees out from in front of her, determined to drive them into Andre’s face just like she did earlier. But this time Dre sidesteps the knees then hooks the crease of one of them then drags Alana away from the turnbuckle and into a capture back-breaker. Alana bounces off of the knee and then flops over to her stomach, screaming in pain.
Andre approaches with the intent of finishing her off before Alana rises to her knees and gets her palms into the air.
Alana: I-I-I thought you cared about me.
Andre stops and scowls at Alana, who takes advantage of this distraction by launching the top of her head directly into his gut. Andre doubles over and staggers back while Alana falls to her knees with a big smile on her face.
Alana: GOOD! GOOD! GOOD!
Alana leaps from her knees head first right into Andre’s ribs….no….he ends up catching Alana’s inbound head this time and forcing it under his seat before hooking her arms and hitting the GAME CHANGER!
Greyson: He just nailed it! He just nailed the pedigree!
Sparkles: He calls it the Game Changer, but will that really be the effect it has on this match?
We would find out if Dre hadn’t rolled away from Alana, exhaustion coupled with the blows to his skull, taking a detrimental toll on his body. Finally Dre gets to his feet and grabs Alana by the bangs of her hair, forcing her up to her feet then hooking both of her arms. He leaps into the air and nails a SECOND pedigree to a huge ovation from the crowd.
Greyson: And now another Game Changer delivered.
Sparkles: Don’t let him pin you Starr, please don’t let him pin you.
Andre’s languishing body begins to crawl into the cover before his eyes catch sight of a knuckle whitening image bombarding his eyes from the crowd. Mercedes Starr, Alana’s Papi and the very man Andre punched in the face several weeks ago, comes strutting down the aisle way cutting through the stands. And he does not come alone, following behind him is La Tigra and her group La Onda. Hector, Solomon and the newest initiate to their cartel, Mateo, who dresses in stark contrast to his counterparts via wearing predominantly fancy attire, all three make their way down the steps and all the while surround someone in a hoodie. Andre is now in red alert mode, eagerly wanting to find out WHO is beneath the hoodie considering what happened the last time La Onda showed up with a mystery guest. That mystery guest ended up being Madison Chase, wife of Andre’s tag partner, Gavin Taylor, and she was held hostage and used by this very group to screw Gavin out of the X-Class Championship.
Greyson: It’s Mercedes Starr and the group we know to be called La Onda….
Sparkles: And they have a little friend with them it looks like.
Greyson: Which raises so many red flags. The last time we saw them arrive with someone under a hood it turned out they had abducted Madison Chase, costing her husband Gavin the X-Class Title in his match against Alana.
Sparkles: Hopefully that trend continues.
Andre stands up looking PISSED, all capital letters, at the sight of Mercedes playing these psychological war-games. Mercedes stops at the barricade, winks at Andre and then points for the lady trapped between Solomon and Hector to take the chair set up beside him. The woman is forced down into the chair with her face continuing to be shadowed.
Sparkles: Well who’s under that hood?
That question remains unanswered even as Mercedes makes his way around behind the seated woman’s back and dares to rub her shoulders in a rather sensual manner. Mercedes’ words are directed at Andre.
Mercedes: Did joo think I would forgive joo puta? Joo put joor hands on me, and now I put my hands on her!
La Tigra smiles in such conniving fashion as she stoops, grabs the hood over her captives’ face and pulls it back.
La Tigra: Look who we found.
The hood falls away from the face of Amelia Ford.
Andre’s jaw almost hits the floor at the sight of Amelia in the clutches of Mercedes and his deadly associates. And Dre’s expression isn’t the only one that changes, so too does Tabitha Silverstone’s as she watches her assistant struggle against the clutches of La Onda. The man standing beside Tabitha, isn’t about to tolerate this, Sebastian Knight storming towards the barricade before Solomon puts a stop to his progress by extending a piano wire across Amelia’s throat. He is just about to strangle her with the wire but stops when Knight stops.
Sparkles: Who the hell is that?
Greyson: I-I-I believe that’s Amelia Ford. Tabitha’s assistant, and Andre’s friend.
Sparkles: No, if Solomon used that piano cord, it be more accurate to say she WAS Andre’s friend.
The cord tightens about Amelia’s throat and Mercedes lifts his thumb into the air, making sure that Andre sees his gesture. He then turns the thumb downward as if implying that it’s time for Dre to take the dive.
Mercedes: Don’t make me do something to this beautiful young chica the two of us would regret. Save her by laying down on that canvas and letting my hija pin you…..THUG.
The wrong word, the TRIGGER word was just spoken, Andre approaching the ropes with the intent of slipping through them to get his hands on Mercedes and La Onda. He is about half way through the ropes, legs straddling the middle cable when Alana steps in and delivers a straight kick to the rope, launching it straight up into Dre’s testicles. Andre grimaces in agony and doubles over as he steps back into the ring where he’s immediately hit with the Five Starr. The flip over neckbreaker that ended Kathryn Pearson’s career is now about to help Alana retain her X-Class Title. She drops back into the cover, hooking Dre’s leg.
Greyson: The FIVE STARR!
Sparkles: The move that killed Kathryn Pearson!
SIN Referee Stuart Wright, allows Alana plenty of leeway, not even calling her out for kicking the rope into Andre’s crotch. The only thing Wright does is make a count, which could very well decide the fate of the X-Class Title.
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And his fate is to continue to hang in the balance, because Andre manages to squirm his shoulder out from under Alana’s back. Alana sits up exuding an expression of disbelief, unsure HOW Andre just managed to do it, how he kicked out of her Five Starr. In protest she crosses her arms, drops to her back and now refuses to compete any further until the referee changes his decision. Wright unfortunately cannot bend the rules to such an extreme for Starr.
At last Alana realizes that all her pouting is getting her nowhere, hence why she’s rolling back to her feet and then sizing Andre up. He is struggling along to his knees as Alana steps in and blasts him across the cheek with a forearm, then delivers the same blow once again, and proceeds that with a third shot across the cheek.
Andre is disorientated by the blows, and then doubled over by the knee to his gut, where she can take him around the neck and then flip over into a SECOND Five Starr. The back of Jordan’s head hits the ring with such force, rendering him unconscious and capable of being put away for the pinfall.
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Capable of being put away, but still kicking out before it ever happens. Dre launches a shoulder from the canvas, shocking the collective audience and angering Alana.
Greyson: And much like he’s done throughout his entire IWC career, Andre continues to shock and defy expectations.
Sparkles: This time kicking out after a SECOND Five Starr. We’ll never get to see Alana in slow motion at this rate.
Alana will not have one of her most potent and dangerous moves made to look less impressive by Andre’s constant kick outs. So she drags Andre up to his feet and into the nearest turnbuckle, this time not dragging him along by the wrist, but by the neck. Alana backs up the corner and pulls Andre to the middle rope in a stooped positon. It seems she’s about to hit the SUPER Five Starr.
Greyson: Ooooh my, we saw Alana finish off Marie Jones on Riot with this move.
Sparkles: The kill move.
Alana has Andre and the world exactly where she wants them, in the palms of her hands. She flips forward into the Five Starr but fails to recognize that Andre has twisted his body just enough to catch her ribs across his shoulders and is now diving off the turnbuckle into the Finley Roll. Alana crashes spine first into the very center of the ring while Andre rolls along into the diagonal corner, lunges to the top rope and prepares to spring off into the moonsault, connecting with the Rolling Thunder. He is just about to come off the corner when Mateo, the very individual who cost Andre the Tag Team Titles on Riot, leaps over the barricade and lunges onto the apron, grabbing Andre around the back of the head and pulling him off of the turnbuckle THROAT first into the top rope.
Greyson: Dammit! That same member of La Onda we saw debut on Riot, he just choked Andre against the ropes.
Not only has he choked Andre against the ropes but he now sends Andre staggering back into the small package. Alana rolls up her opponent and secures her stake to the X-Class Title.
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Wright’s hand comes down to the canvas for the third time, the SIN official outright ignoring the interference of Mateo. But even Mateo’s interference, and Wright’s ignorance are not enough to put Andre away, he manages to get his shoulder up to one of the loudest ovations in IWC history.
While Wright ignored Mateo’s interference Knight hasn’t. The second Mateo climbs back up to the apron shouting at the referee, the bodyguard for Silverstone International, Knight steps beneath the member of La Onda, reaches up from the mats and takes him around the hips. Knight then rushes across the mats and throws Mateo over the barricade into a powerbomb right into Solomon and Hector in the front row. All three men crash to the mats to a massive ovation from the crowd while Knight reaches over the barrier, grabs hold of Amelia’s hand and pulls her out of the chair she was occupying right in front of Mercedes. Before Mercedes can grab her Amelia is being dragged over the barricade, ushered along towards Tabitha, and being led to the back.
Knight sends Tabitha and Amelia to the backstage area, instructing them to get while the getting is good. And in hindsight Knight probably wishes he had rushed backstage with the ladies, because Mercedes rushes in behind him and cracks the bodyguard straight in his spine with a baton. Mercedes removes the weapon from his pocket, stretches it out and then slams it across Knight’s kidneys, instantly dropping him to the ground. He and the other members of La Onda are now all over Knight, stomping and clubbing away at him. La Tigra shouts instructions at the group who battle up the ramp and towards the backstage area.
Greyson: Sebastian Knight continuing to prove his worth to Silverstone International. At Upping the Ante we saw him fight New Eden away from the ring during Andre’s Evolution Title defense, and now here tonight, he’s battling La Onda to the back and keeping them from interfering in Andre’s X-Class Title bout.
Sparkles: But he’s getting his ass kicked in the process.
Alana and Andre are both in weakened, impaired states after everything they’ve hit each other with, but at the very least this match is FINALLY one on one. Or at least it is until Kordy comes strolling down the ramp with the Evolution Title around her shoulder and an intense expression on her face.
Sparkles: And along came a Kordy.
Greyson: What is SHE doing out here now?
Greyson: As if Alana didn’t already have enough interference on her behalf.
Alana slowly works her way up to her knees, turning towards Kordy who is stopped at ringside and is shouting words of encouragement at the Starr Chylde. Alana finally gets to her feet then takes Andre by the jaw, leading him up and into a big spinning back heel kick that nails Dre straight to the ribs. This puts his head in perfect position for the GOODnight. She rushes right at Dre and MISSES her step up enzugari when Dre swings his head around of positon. Alana lands on her elbows and knees in front of Andre, who swoops in and steps over Alana’s head, pulling her up and into position for the pedigree.
Andre leaves his feet to hit another Game Changer only to have Alana turn his upward momentum into a backdrop. Andre is sent flipping over and crashing to his back while Alana takes off into the ropes at her opponent’s side. Andre just begins to stand up when Alana lunges into the air and goes for the Starr Crossed.
Alana leaps into the air and into the second axe kick of the night but Andre manages to stand up and catch her in bound legs across his shoulders. He is about to deliver the powerbomb only to have Alana counter by slipping down out of the move that has subjected her to so much pain and anguish throughout the night. She catches Dre around the neck on the way down and swings around into a DDT only to be tossed off the front chancery. Alana flies back landing on her feet in front of Andre, collects herself then comes charging in at her opponent only to be caught by the stomach and heaved into the air. Andre goes for the Thrill Ride, his version of the Sky High Press only to have Alana twist her body in mid-air, reach back with her legs and wrap them around Andre’s waist. She falls forward to the canvas, lands on her palms and then pushes herself right back up. She finds herself in position to deliver the wheelbarrow bulldog only to have her move countered into the Opinion Changer. Amazingly Andre manages to hit the Olympic Slam out of the wheelbarrow position, driving Alana into the canvas and driving the fans nuts.
Andre leans back into the cover while the crowd is leaning forward in their chairs.
Greyson: The-the-the OPINION CHANGER!
Sparkles: Kick out Alana, get your shoulder up, get it up NOW!
Andre has both legs hooked and a reluctant Wright makes the count.
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The crowd is super hyped as they watch the referee’s hand fall to the canvas for the third time. Andre is already on his seat celebrating before he has two fingers thrust in front of his face, indicating that Alana just kicked out.
Dre is in sheer disbelief, but can’t afford to lose hope now. He rises to his feet, grabs Alana by the bangs and forces her up to her feet then drags her into an Irish whip into the turnbuckle. Alana hits the turnbuckle and Andre comes charging in after her, delivering a powerful lariat to her throat, Andre then backs up and gets another running start, this time with a diving forearm smash to Alana’s jaw. Somehow Alana is on her feet still even after taking all of these shots to the head. But she has a harder time staying on her feet when Andre comes charging into another lariat, but Alana suddenly leaps to the middle rope of the turnbuckle she’s popped against and then dives off of it. She leap frogs right over top of Andre’s head and hits a double stomp to the back of his head while traveling over it. Andre is sent staggering into the turnbuckle and colliding with the middle rope face first. He then goes staggering back into a reverse neckbreaker out of Alana….or at least that was the plan until Andre swings around, steps under her arm and heaves Alana into ANOTHER Opinion Changer. Scratch that, Alana twists her body, facing towards Dre and taking him around the neck with a front chancery, attempting to counter into the DDT. She swings around into the tornado DDT only to have Dre shockingly counter into the Thrill Ride. The Sky High press connects with Dre leaning forward from his seat and holding down Alana’s stomach.
Greyson: Andre with ANOTHER amazing counter!
Sparkles: Into the mother-lubbin’ Thrill Ride.
Official Wright reluctantly drops to the canvas and makes the count.
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All those in attendance are justifiably screaming as loud as they can as a new X-Class Champion is anointed. Andre lifts his arm into the air in celebration when Wright once again infuriates the challenger and the crowd by informing Andre that Alana got her shoulder up.
Greyson: Andre so close once again to becoming champion only to have Alana kick out.
Sparkles: Again and again and again Andre tries to put Alana away, but she worked for too long to capture that X-Class Title, she isn’t losing it now.
The vast majority of the viewers are behind Andre, save for one spectator, Kordy. The Evolution Champion continues to watch from the ringside area, shouting at Andre now and getting his attention. Dre rises to his feet and outright ignores Kordy, instead keeping his assault aimed at Alana. He bends down to grab Alana by the wrist only for her to get her feet up and wedge them to his chest. She kicks Andre back into the ropes, his body ricocheting off and coming back in at Alana who has rolled to her feet and then leaps into a spinning heel kick. Dre drops into a baseball slide under the leg though before leaping to his feet, wedging his hands to Alana’s kidneys and shoves her back into the ropes. Alana lungs into the cables instead of bouncing off of them. She springs from the middle cable and twists in mid-air only to be caught by the stomach, Andre attempting to twist her around into the Thrill Ride. But Alana twists her body in mid-air, reaches back with her legs, wraps them around Andre’s waist, falls to her palms and then pushes her back up and back towards her opponent. She catches Andre around the neck then drives him down into the canvas with the wheelbarrow face-buster.
Greyson: Alana finally hitting the very move that Andre countered into the Opinion Changer earlier.
Sparkles: Roll into the cover Alana, come on, you can do it, just roll over into the lateral press.
Alana is right on the cusp of doing just that before she catches a glimpse of something from the corner of her eye. That something is Kordy standing at ringside lending Alana support before Kordy is suddenly grabbed by the shoulder and being spun around to stare right at Tina Valentine. The woman that Kordy shafted out of the Queen of the Ring Title earlier tonight, attempts a punch on Kordy only to have her duck down out of the way. Tina falls with her back against the apron, shouting at Kordy who is backing away from the ring, Meanwhile Alana is leaning through the ropes behind Tina, insisting that she and Kordy bury the hatchet and allow the power of GOOD to consume them. On instinct Tina spins around and throws a straight right hand into Alana’s jaw. The blow knocks Alana back and Tina is taken aBACK when she realizes that she just did, her blow sending Alana spiraling back into the GET GOT.
Andre pulls Alana into a short arm spinning powerslam complete with the pin. Neither Tina nor Kordy are in any position to stop this pin from happening, because now both ladies are exchanging punches between one another as they spiral up the ramp. Meanwhile, Alana’s leg is being hooked by Dre and the electrified audience watches as the three count is made.
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The fans are already lunging out of their seats in celebration. A party is about to get started in the Manhattan Center only to have the festivities abruptly cut short when Alana gets her shoulder into the air.
Sparkles: What did I tell you, Greyson? Andre just can’t finish Alana off.
Greyson: But at the very least this match is FINALLY down to one on one.
Shockingly there is no one left at ringside to influence the outcome of this match, no Tabitha, no Knight, no La Onda, no Kordy and no Tina. Andre and Alana are left to resolve this issue one on one. Andre struggles to his feet and looks to finally settle this, forcing Alana up to her feet and then sticking his head under her armpit, going for the Opinion Changer. He heaves Alana up into the Olympic Slam when Alana suddenly twists her body in mid-air then slides down over Andre’s shoulders. She slips down his back, catches him around the waist and pulls him down into the sunset flip.
Dre keeps on rolling back though, ending up on his feet and then grabbing Alana’s legs. He deadlifts her from the canvas onto his shoulders then goes rushing across the ring into the running powerbomb. Just before Alana can fall prey to this punishing move, she twists her body and comes down across Andre’s shoulders. But Alana trades one bad predicament for another, escaping the running powerbomb in favor of the fireman’s carry followed by the Finley Roll. Andre hits the move then rolls right to his feet before leaping to the nearest turnbuckle, springing off the top rope and connecting with the Rolling Thunder.
A THIRD moonsault connects with Dre crashing so forcefully into Alana, who begins to twitch and convulse as a result. Her in ring savvy leads her to roll away from Andre though, preventing fall victim to the pin. She ends up in the corner, grabbing at the ropes and desperately trying to get up only to have Andre lunge across the ring and finally connect with the stinger splash he was looking for earlier in the match. He splashes Alana straight to her back, squashing her between his body and the turnbuckle. Alana bounces back off of the turnbuckle and into Andre’s waiting arms. He bends her forward then heaves her up onto his shoulders before connecting with a twisting sit-out powerbomb.
Greyson: That’s like the fifth powerbomb Alana has suffered in the course of this match.
Sparkles: How much punishment can one back withstand?
We’re about to find out because Alana rolls to the apron and Andre is following right along behind her, pulling her under his seat and setting up for the powerbomb. He is going to deliver the move onto the apron once again. He heaves Alana up into the air and onto his shoulders when she suddenly slips her legs free, slides down his chest and catches Andre around the neck, spiking him with a DDT right across the apron.
Greyson: DDT ON THE APRON!
Sparkles: What a GOOD counter!
Andre’s head ricochets back from the apron and his body goes rolling into the ring. He ends up on his elbows, eyes glazed over, looking very groggy. Alana then slides into the ring at Andre’s side, charges in beside him and leaps into the air, connecting with the Starr Crossed. Her leg nails Dre in the back of the head, driving the challenger’s face into the ring. He rolls to his back and now Alana rolls into the cover.
Sparkles: GOOD lord it’s finally over!
Wright makes the count to a reaction of sheer dread.
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Alana’s face breaks with a smile, realizing that she has just put an end to a year of ‘abuse.’ Literally a second later she finds out she’s still going to be a victim of REAL abuse though, because Wright informs her that Dre got his shoulder up.
Alana is so flustered, yet she perseveres. She grabs Andre by the neck, dragging him up to his feet and placing him in another front chancery. She then charges at the nearest turnbuckle, stepping up and pushing off into another tornado DDT. However, in mid-air, Andre puts his hands to Alana’s ribs and shoves her off the front chancery, sending her flying over the top rope and landing on her feet across the apron. Andre quickly climbs up the turnbuckle at her side, about to leap over the ropes and take her out, but Alana has other plans. She suddenly springs to the top rope and leaps off of it, twisting towards Dre and landing straight on his shoulders, dropping back into the frankensteiner. However, Dre keeps his feet planted to the middle rope with Alana hanging upside down from his neck and then heaves her back up onto his shoulders before diving off the corner into a SUPER SIT-OUT POWRBOMB!
Greyson: NYAAAAAH!!
Sparkles: OOOOH-NOOO!
The crowd is expressing such exultation as Andre leans with his shoulders to the creases of Alana’s knees, pressing down on her body and pushing her shoulders to the canvas.
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Cracks form in the foundation of the Manhattan Center due to the seismic reaction that takes place when Alana’s shoulder launches into the air.
Greyson: I-I-I CANNOT PROCESS THIS!
Sparkles: Neither can Andre.
Dre’s eyes are bugging right out of his skull. His eyes are opened so wide and his jaw is hanging down his naval. Many of the fans are looking on with the same expressions drawn across their faces. They have their hands on top of their shaking heads, in disbelief that Alana could kick out after suffering the top rope powerbomb. Andre rolls to his knees and slaps his palms against the canvas, wondering what it’s going to take. He forces himself up to his feet in spite of all the strain it puts on all of his muscles. He slowly approaches Alana and takes her around the neck, pulling her up to her feet and then wedging his shoulder to her kidneys. He heaves Alana into the air and then twists her around before dropping her down back first across his raised knee. The back breaker has Alana grimacing in pain, but she’s about to experience true agony when Andre steps under her arm, heaves her up into the air and goes for the Opinion Changer once again. But Alana slips off of the shoulder, lands behind Dre, wedges her hands to his spine and then shoves him forward into the turnbuckle. Andre turns and crashes against the corner with Alana following him in.
To her dismay Andre leaps to the top rope and sits down on top of it, grabbing Alana around the head and forcing it under his seat. He then reaches down and takes Alana around the waist, heaving her up into position for the top rope sit-out powerbomb. He is just about to deliver it a second time before Alana manages to slip out of his arms and drive her forehead straight into Andre’s testicles.
Greyson: HEY! That was a damned low blow.
Sparkles: And once again, Stuart Wright is completely ignoring it.
Dre stoops over from his seat on the top rope grabbing at his crotch and exposing the back of his head to the step up enzugari.
Sparkles: THE GOODNIGHT!
Andre is almost knocked out of the corner by this lethal kick yet somehow he remains seated on the top rope. That’s when Alana goes charging up the corner, stands on the top rope beside Dre and wraps her arms around his neck. The fans find themselves unleashing a lung deflating scream when Alana comes flipping off the top rope into the FIVE STARR!
Greyson: A top rope Five Starr! A top rope FIVE STARR!
The crowd barely has a chance to get over their shock at the sight of the top rope Five Starr before Alana is crawling into the cover. She has both of Andre’s legs hooked.
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Dre kicks out…seconds too late to prevent falling victim to Alana’s pinfall. The whole building is standing and giving quite the ovation for what was one of the most hotly contested X-Class Title bouts in the company’s history. Alana rolls away from Andre aching from head to toe but still managing to scream something at the fans.
Alana: GOOOOOOOD!
Shock doesn’t even begin to describe the reaction from the fans as Alana rolls to her elbows and knees, rising to her feet and having both of her title belts handed to her. She lifts the X-Class and Tag Team Titles high above her profusely sweating head.
Greyson: I almost find myself shocked in saying this but Alana TRULY earned this win tonight.
Sparkles: And what a win.
Greyson: What an amazing performance from both she and Andre.
Sparkles: Match of the year contender if there ever was one.
Greyson: There have already been a few of them here tonight, and no doubt there will be more as this show rolls along.
A sullen Andre gets to his knees, head hung in despair. His eyes look distant and lost. He has to be asking himself how this match could have just ended without him picking up the win he’s been after for close to a year.
Although she’s in some serious pain Alana still manages to step across the ring and rub her victory in Andre’s face.
Alana: Do you believe, Andre? Do you believe in Alana Starr? Do you believe in the power of GOOD?
Alana points out over the crowd.
Alana: Do you hear my fans? They believe in GOOD! EMBRACE IT! EMBRACE THE GOOD!?! STAY CALM AND ALANA STARR!!
Alana extends her arms out to her sides with both championships hanging from her palms and turning her back to her ex boyfriend. The moment Alana turns her back to Andre, he pops up to his feet, catches her under the arm and heaves her into the Opinion Changer. The fans finally have a reason to rejoice when Andre drives Alana into the canvas, laying her out.
Sparkles: That sore loser!
Greyson: Alana’s celebration was in very poor taste, Sparkles. She had that coming.
Sparkles: What has gotten into Andre?
Something does seem to be off about Andre, who rolls to his knees slapping himself in the temples in response to his attack on Alana post match. The man we are seeing in the ring is NOT the Andre of yesteryear, gone is his calm and docile demeanor, replaced with a crestfallen and shattered Andre.
BACKSTAGE
We transfer away from a moment of dread to another moment of heightened drama. Sebastian Knight finds himself spread across the floor in a backstage corridor, desperately trying to cover up his head from the deluge of blows being delivered by La Onda. Solomon, Hector, and their newest member Mateo, have Knight grounded and are putting the boots to his body, operating at the behest of both Mercedes Starr and their benefactor La Tigra. The pair stands back watching this trio assault Sebastian.
La Tigra: Stomp that nina until he stops squirming.
Solomon: Only one way to make sure of that.
A piano cord stretches out between Solomon’s hands and is moments from finding its way across Knight’s throat before all five individuals are forced to set their sights on another target. A crowbar is swung at their bodies, forcing Solomon to drop the cord and lunge back to avoid having his head cracked by of all people…Brittany Lohan.
The Blue Eyed Devil squares off against La Onda, tightly gripping a crowbar and giving the group a truly menacing stare. At the same time Knight is grabbing hold of a crowbar left sitting on top of a stack of crates a few inches removed from him. He picks up the crowbar and swings it right into Solomon’s shoulder, knocking him back into Hector and Mateo. To the shock of everyone, Knight and Lohan stand side by side, facing off with La Onda. Mercedes is so angered, directing his outrage at Lohan.
Mercedes: What is joor problem perra?
Lohan: My problem isn’t with the five of you.
Her crowbar swipes back and forth through the air, pointing in the direction of the La Onda members in the process.
Lohan: My problem is with HIM…
The crowbar stops moving, at the moment fixed straight at Knight, who spins around with crowbar clutched and ready to be swung at Lohan.
Lohan: And if anyone is going to kill him, it’s going to be me. Understood?
Mercedes: As long as he’s dealt with, I don’t care who ends the puta.
It takes some coaxing but Mercedes and La Tigra manage to subdue La Onda, dragging the three men away from Lohan and Knight. Lohan then turns and finds herself in a face-off with Knight, the two holding up their respective crowbars and readying themselves for war.
Lohan: I made a promise several months ago, Knight. That if you didn’t leave this issue between us alone that I would take more than just a year of your career, and you’ll learn tonight that I am a woman who keeps her word.
IN RING
Pain. Aggravation. Frustration. These are just three of the litany of feelings that burden Alana Starr at the moment. She sits on the canvas in the middle of the ring, looking absolutely devastated by what just transpired in the center of the ring. Her celebration ruined by Andre Jordan’s post match Opinion Changer. A single tear is streaming down her cheek while the fans in attendance rise to their feet and are commencing with a chant she does NOT want to hear at the moment.
Fans: GOOD! GOOD! GOOD! GOOD!
The heart broken Alana lowers her face into her palms while the commentators, well Sparkles primarily, scolds the crowd for their merciless reaction
Sparkles: How dare you people, HOW DARE you. Have you no shame? Show Alana Starr some sympathy.
Greyson: Alana has been out here since the conclusion of her match and she looks absolutely devastated by Andre’s post match attack.
Sparkles: Wouldn’t you be after what happened in that ring?
Greyson: I find it very difficult to feel grief or remorse for Alana, sorry Sparkles. The woman is a callous, cold and manipulative individual who got exactly what she deserved in the center of that ring.
Sparkles: Saying what you just said is tantamount to sacrilege, and I will NOT stand for it.
Alana slowly slides her hands up and over her face, feeling so overwhelmed, so overcome, so stricken with grief. The severity of all that she endured is just starting to kick in, finding herself smacked in the face with reality. That is until her face is consumed by something else, the gentle caress of Aiken Frost. All of Alana’s pain seems to melt away as she finds her cheeks held in the Aiken’s palms.
Greyson: What is Aiken doing in the ring now?
Sparkles: Fulfilling my lifelong fantasy by actually touching Alana.
Not only does Aiken embrace Alana, but he leads her along to her feet and actually lifts her OFF of her feet, both literally and figuratively. The broken Alana leans her temple to Aiken’s chest as he helps her out of the ring, drops to the mats and carries her up the ramp towards the backstage area. All the while his coal black eyes show nothing but the reflection of Alana’s agitated mind and shattered body.
BACKSTAGE
Camera segue from black eyes to blue eyes. The close up of Brittany Lohan’s face is short lived, pulling back to reveal the corridor she is presently strolling through, crowbar no longer in her clutches. The most dangerous woman in professional wrestling continues along down the corridor before coming to an abrupt halt. The Silas World member releases a sigh over what she sees standing….no….wheeling in front of her.
Lohan: You’ve GOT to be kidding me.
The camera suddenly spins around and we finally see the source of Lohan’s consternation. Her fellow Silas World members, including her agent, Silas Mason, are making their way down the corridor. While Marie Jones, Lenore Price-Mason and Sienna Swann are standing, Silas is not. He’s presently parked in an electric wheelchair, one powered only by the movements of his fingers across a keyboard.
The rest of his body seems to be stricken with total and complete paralysis, his head even tilted over slightly to the side as if his neck is incapable of bearing any weight. Clearly Silas is overselling the severity of the beat down he received on one of the most recent editions of Breakdown. Actually overselling is probably not an accurate word to describe what Silas is doing here. He looks to be in worse shape than Captain Pike in the famous Glass Menagerie episode of Star Trek. Unfortunately he’s able to communicate with more than just a series of light flashes. The keyboard that operates his chair also works a computer that puts out a digitized voice.
Silas: We have been looking for you Logan.
Lohan finds it hard to talk to Silas when his words are being channeled through the computer speakers and produced only by the keys his few functional fingers are capable of striking.
Silas: I mean Lohan…stupid predictive type on this keyboard.
His fingers work their way across the keyboard in agitated fashion.
Lohan: What-what the fuck happened to you?
Lohan gestures to the frail Silas who is unable to even straighten his back due to the litany of injuries inflicted upon him. Sienna, who is adorned in a candy striper nursing uniform stoops down beside Silas and gives him a sip of orange juice out of a cup.
Sienna: Shhh, Brittany, try to keep your voice down. Silas’ eardrums are very sensitive right now. I don’t want my patient suffering another migraine. Here, take a sip Silas, it’s freshly squeezed, all pulp removed.
Sienna puts the straw to Silas’ lips and he ‘pretends’ that he barely even has the strength to suck the fluid up into his mouth.
Lohan: This has got to be a joke. I doubt you were hurt that bad.
Sienna: A joke? I hardly think Silas would joke about the severity of his injuries. Look at my poor sweetheart, he can barely even breathe on his own.
Marie: We’re lucky he’s even here right now to support us.
Marie at last chimes in, stepping to Silas side and taking a napkin, gently dabbing it at her agent’s lips.
Marie: And yet here you are questioning the validity of his injuries? Have you no shame, Brittany?
Lohan: Shame? You want to talk about shame?
Lohan steps towards Marie, who instinctively moves behind the wheelchair of their agent, and grabs Lenore Price by the wrist, about to turn her into a human shield if necessary.
Lohan: Have we forgotten what you did on Riot? How you dressed up as my sister and tried to impersonate her? Ruining my match against Sebastian Knight in the process?
Marie: I was hoping we could talk about that actually.
Lohan: Talk? TALK? I’ve tried to talk to you about your issue with my sister for weeks, and instead of listening to me, you’ve been going behind my back assaulting Abigail, and then trying to put the blame on me for setting her up. So you’ll just have to forgive me if I’m in no mood to talk at the moment.
Marie: Why are you angry with me? Your sister is the one to blame. Abigail caused all of this. She and my sister stole my identity, they worked together to falsely imprison me and you expect me NOT to retaliate?
Lohan: No. I expect you to keep me out of it, but instead you and Silas have been dragging me into this middle of this fight for weeks, and if Silas weren’t in that wheelchair I’d….
Silas: Easy Logan….
Although he can barely move any of his muscles, Silas can still swing the side of his fist into the keyboard. He then retypes his message.
Silas: Damn this predictive type.
Marie: This is exactly what Abigail wants. She’s trying to divide us, Brittany. Why can’t you accept that something needs to be done about her? It’s just like I said on Riot, she’s a rabid dog, and we need to put her down.
Lohan shakes her head, refusing to accept that.
Marie: I’m sorry I went to such lengths to make a mockery of your sister two weeks ago, but I needed her to suffer the same way I suffered. That’s why I dressed as her and attacked Knight in the middle of your match against him, and then attacked Abi’s best friends backstage. She needs to appreciate the magnitude of her sins, and as long as you’re protecting her, she’ll continue to think she can get away with murder. I will show her there are consequences for what she did to me, and I want you to be at my side when I do it….
Lohan’s cold and calculating blue eyes rise from the floor and turn towards Marie’s face.
Lohan: NO.
Marie: Wh-wha-what?
Lohan: I will NEVER hurt my sister. GET IT?
Marie withholds her answer so as not to risk saying something she might regret.
Lohan: I’ve got some frustrations to work off, and since Silas is already in a wheelchair I guess Sebastian Knight will just have to be the one I cripple.
With a tense glare Lohan flashes her demonic blue eyes in the direction of Silas World, passing them by on her way to the ring. Once she is out of range to hear her words, Marie at last speaks freely.
Marie: It sounds like Lohan needs one more push to turn her against her sister.
Lenore: So we’re going through with our plan for tonight then?
Marie: I left everything in my gym bag. You’ll find it in my locker.
Lenore: I’m on my way.
There is a pep in Lenore’s step as she urgently takes off down the corridor. All that can be heard, save for the clicking of Lenore’s high heels against the pavement, are the typing fingers of Silas Mason. The words he types once again filter through the speakers of the computer mounted on his wheelchair.
Silas: Don’t worry Maroon, we will turn Logan against Abigail License.
Though addled by injury Silas still manages to roll his eye.
Silas: Someone please turn off this predictive typing app on my keyboard.
Sienna: Will do sweety. You just relax and let your angel take care of everything. Just like I did earlier when I brought your newest member of Silas World into the fold to cost Amanda the X-Class Title.
Silas: You made Silas very-very happy.
Sienna: Of course, Sienna makes all men happy.
BRITTANY LOHAN VS. SEBASTIAN KNIGHT:
CROWBAR ON A POLE MATCH
When cameras return to the interior of the Manhattan Center we no longer see a sullen Alana Starr in the middle of the ring, we see a crowbar swaying high above it. The weapon hangs from a pole and one of two individuals will climb the turnbuckle in order to reach it. One of those potential bearers of the crowbar is presently making his way down the ramp to the tunes of “Badass” by Saliva. For the second match in a row Tabitha Silverstone follows one of her clients into the battlefield, Sebastian Knight. In spite of Amelia Ford’s attempted strangulation via piano cord, Tabitha overlooks the plight of her assistant to be here to support Knight.
The agent and her client prepare to go into a battle that has been over a year in the build. A battle the two have eagerly anticipated ever since Knight’s opponent in this match, Brittany Lohan, took a year off of his career by bashing him in the bridge of his neck with a crowbar. Greyson and Sparkles speak up from the commentators table to sell the magnitude of this pending match.
Greyson: Are you prepared for this, Sparkles?
Sparkles: I don’t think anyone or anything can prepare us for what’s about to happen next.
Greyson: Sebastian Knight and Tabitha Silverstone at long-loooong last get closure to an issue that has been waging for such an extensive period of time. So much has happened between Knight, Silverstone and Brittany Lohan that it’s almost sad to see it finally come to an end here tonight in this crowbar on a pole match.
Sparkles: I know, these three have been all consumed with getting this match since almost the first day of operations here in the IWC.
Greyson: It all started back at Awakening, our FIRST pay-per-view event where Lohan made her IWC debut by bashing Sebastian Knight in the back of his neck with a crowbar and putting him on the shelf for over a year. But while he was away, Knight’s agent, Tabitha Silverstone, did everything in her power to avenge her client, by hiring masked thugs to attack Lohan and even trying to sign Lohan’s worst enemy, Alana Starr. But now, at long last Silverstone stands behind the man she fought for, the man she tried to avenge, the man who will make Lohan answer for what she did to him so very long ago.
Sparkles: This match couldn’t be any bigger if Sienna Swann showed up and came bursting out of her top.
Greyson: Keep dreaming Sparkles….no wait, don’t. I hate washing the stains out of your trunk when you do that.
A very resolute Knight occupies the ring, finally about to get the match he and Silverstone have been eagerly anticipating for so long they’ve almost forgotten how this whole issue all started. Before Knight takes hold of the crowbar hanging above the ring, he grabs hold of a microphone from the time keeper at ringside.
Knight: Brittany, I want you to take one minute before you come down that ramp and THINK. I want you to think about what you said to me a few moments ago backstage. How you talked about keeping promises. Well you know what’s stronger than a promise? A vow. And Tabitha and I vowed a year ago that one day I would return to this ring and on that day I would avenge what you did to me with that crowbar. I WILL see that vow fulfilled, because this has gone beyond injuring my body. You’ve went out of your way to injure far more than that. You’ve injured my reputation and my marriage. You’ve made the critical mistake of turning this personal. And when things get personal, that’s when I get down to BUSINESS.
The microphone is handed to Tabitha.
Tabitha: And Lohan, we have a lot of unfinished business. Knight and I have waited to finish this for a year. I’ve tried everything in my power to hurt you this past year, and I’ve failed. But where I failed, Knight WILL succeed. It’ll feel so weird tomorrow when I wake up and realize that this issue between the three of us is finally over. I might not even know what to do with myself when I’m not walking around perpetually harboring this grudge against you. But one way or another, tomorrow, will be a brand new day, one where you are no longer a plague upon my mind.
Before Tabitha can say anymore that familiar track provided by Breaking Benjamin cues the world to adjust their gaze to the stage where a fired up Brittany Lohan is standing. The customarily detached Lohan looks oddly emotional headed into this, one of the most personal and longest going feuds she has ever been embroiled in.
Greyson: Lohan so intense. Even she knows how big this match is, Sparkles.
Sparkles: Oh yeah, Lohan and Knight have been more closely associated than peanut butter and jelly.
Greyson: For a year you couldn’t bring up one name without thinking of the other. But that connection FINALLY comes to an end tonight.
The crowd is so eager to see this match finally happen, and Knight is even more eager to get it started. Before Brittany can even reach the ring, Knight is rushing across the ring, stepping up the turnbuckle, reaching the top rope and then grabbing at the crowbar hanging from the pole.
Greyson: Knight is already going after the crowbar.
Sparkles: Smart man, he ain’t waiting.
The crowbar finds its way into Knight’s hand but does not come down off the pole. Instead it’s Knight who comes down off the turnbuckle. Lohan leaps to the apron and with a sense of urgency reaches out and grabs Knight by the waistband of his trunks as well as by the chest. Knight tries to fight Lohan off but has no luck preventing being hit with a military press OFF the turnbuckle and ONTO the apron!
Greyson: HOLY SNOT!
Sparkles: A-a-a-gorilla press across the apron!
The fans are just as emotive as the commentators, everyone leaping to their feet at once at the sight of Lohan throwing Knight down onto the hardest section of the ring from such a height. Knight’s back bounces off of the apron and he now goes twisting to the outside, landing across his elbows and knees. Lohan does something uncharacteristic that reinforces the magnitude of this match, pulling herself up backwards onto the turnbuckle and standing on the middle rope. She glares down at the struggling Knight, who has just reached his feet before Lohan leaps off the turnbuckle into a lariat that connects with Knight on the mats so far down below. The two crash to the ground though Lohan isn’t staying down on it for very long. She rolls straight to her feet and takes a few steps towards Tabitha, who backs away but not out of intimidation. Tabitha doesn’t want to interfere in her client’s vengeance.
Greyson: Surprised Tabitha isn’t getting involved here. She has to be worked up after her employee Amelia Ford was threatened by La Onda.
Sparkles: If Tabitha has frustrations she’d like to work off, I’m sitting right here and my lap is always empty.
Lohan sneers snidely at Tabitha then turns back towards Knight, who is rising to his feet with the use of the apron that put his back in traction. The apron continues to be employed against him, Lohan drags him away from the ring then wedges a shoulder to his ribs and powers him back first into the apron.
She then drags him away from the apron, turns him and charges him spine first into the steel steps. Lohan then drags Knight away from the steps, keeping a shoulder to his gut before charging him spine first into the barricade. She then pulls him away from the barrier with arms remaining locked around his gut before ultimately falling back and launching him through the air into an overheard belly to belly suplex. Knight catches some significant air before crashing into the mats.
Greyson: This eagerly anticipated fight continuing at ringside, with these two obviously taking full advantage of the lack of rules in this match. I would discuss how there are no count-outs or disqualifications, but I’d have to listen to Sparkles’ horrible Captain Exposition theme song.
Sparkles: You might just hear it anyway.
Knight struggles along to his feet, again using the apron to stand while Lohan is climbing up onto that very apron, and then up onto the turnbuckle. She reaches the middle rope, glaring down at Knight, who is in perfect position for the double axehandle smash. Lohan leaps off the corner with her forearms traveling down towards Knight’s face. The move connects, it’s just not the double axehandle. Knight reaches out and surprises Lohan by catching her around the waist. He then turns his back towards the steel steps and delivers his own belly to belly suplex that sends Lohan flipping upside down and spine first into the stairs.
Greyson: Release belly to belly suplex into the stairs!
Lohan’s body bounces off of the steps and twists to the mats, landing directly at Knight’s feet. He puts one of them to Lohan’s throat then pushes down on the knee attached to said foot. Quite a bit of force is exerted across Lohan’s esophagus, making it very difficult for her to breathe. Knight takes his boot away from her neck and then slides into the ring, going after the crowbar. He starts up the turnbuckle, reaching the top rope and then reaching up for the weapon dangling from the pole.
Sparkles: Knight once again in position to take that crowbar down off the pole and use it on Lohan the same way she used it on him to shave a year from his career.
The crowbar begins to lower form the pole just before the extremely heavy top section of the steel steps come flying across the ring and smash Knight right in his lower back. Lohan shows her incredible strength by dragging the stairs into the ring and throwing them with enough force to crash Knight over the spine.
Greyson: AAAAAH!
Knight is knocked forward over the ropes and sent tumbling to the outside of the ring with the steps following the same trajectory. Knight grabs at his kidneys and tries to put weight on his legs only to have no luck, especially with Lohan swooping in behind him, wedging a shoulder to his kidneys. Lohan heaves Knight into the back drop suplex position and successfully delivers it right across the surface of the announce table.
Sparkles: Bitches just knocked over my Fresca!
Greyson: You don’t even drink…
Sparkles: Yeah, but I still like to hold the can. It helps me fit in.
Greyson: You’re a horny fluffy white puppet, I think you’re going to fit in about as much as you’ll ever fit in, Sparkles.
Knight’s back bounces off of the announce table and goes staggering into the apron. He instinctively rolls into the ring with Lohan following right behind. She now stalks Knight, arms stretched out to her sides, looking to make quick work of her long-time nemesis. He tries to stand up, fighting his way towards his feet when Lohan steps in and begins to hook both of his arms, setting up for the Final Solution. The modified tiger bomb is about to connect but Knight will not be dumped across the back of the neck, the very area of his anatomy previously injured by Lohan.
He begins to struggle, forcing his arms down and out of Lohan’s clutches. He the stands up straight, leaving Lohan hanging over his back in an Alabama Slam position. However, the modified spinebuster fails to connect due to the injuries inflicted on Knight’s spine and the struggle Lohan is putting up to prevent falling prey to this move. As a result Knight ends up staggering back towards the turnbuckle and the post holding the crowbar with Lohan still hanging over his shoulders.
Lohan looks up and spots the steel post, reaching out and grabbing the steel beam, beginning to scale it hand over hand, drawing nearer to the crowbar while her legs are STILL strung over Knight’s shoulders.
Greyson: Oh-hahahaha-look at Lohan turn this predicament to her advantage. She’s still hanging from Knight’s shoulders but she’s climbing the post to the crowbar as well.
Sparkles: All right behind Knight’s back.
Finally Knight hears the screams of his agent Tabitha at ringside, warning him that Lohan is getting closer and closer to the crowbar. So Knight just drops straight to his seat, pulling down on Lohan’s legs while they are still draped over his shoulders. As a result Lohan is dragged down chin first into the top of the turnbuckle so far below the crowbar. Her face bounces off of the turnbuckle and she goes staggering back right into Knight’s waiting arms. He catches Lohan around the back of the head, charges her across the ring and throws her over the turnbuckle face first right into the exposed steel post holding up the crowbar.
Lohan’s forehead ricochets off of the post and she now goes twisting over the ropes and collapsing to the apron. Knight feels compelled to go for the crowbar. He climbs the turnbuckle he just threw Lohan over and reaches the top rope, grabbing hold of the support pole for the crowbar. He reaches up for the weapon, so close to pulling it down and putting it to such destructive uses. He’ll never get that opportunity, because Lohan re-enters the ring behind Knight and grabs him by the legs. She steps under them and now begins to push herself up the turnbuckle beneath her opponent. Knight’s legs now end up draped over Lohan’s shoulders as she stands up straight on the middle rope, allowing her opponent to hang over her back. The crowd rises in anticipation, getting that ominous feeling that calamity is about to ensue.
They should trust those feelings.
Lohan pulls down on the back of Knight’s shins and delivers a SUPER Alabama Slam. Knight crashes from such heights all the way down to the ring below, his back perhaps snapped by the collision with the canvas.
Greyson: An Alabama Slam! An Alabama Slam delivered from the turnbuckle.
Sparkles: Someone’s gonna die in this one, Greyson, I just have that feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Greyson: Actually I think that’s the alarm on my wrist watch going off.
Sparkles: Oh. Is that why whenever I open my mouth this strange beeping noise keeps coming out?
Greyson: I would imagine so.
The puppet and ventriloquist continue their banter at ringside while Lohan continues to climb the turnbuckle she’s sitting on top of. She gets to the highest point of it and then reaches up to grab the crowbar. She’s about to take the weapon down before spotting Knight struggling to reach his feet in the middle of the ring. Lohan realizes that she hasn’t done enough to Knight to keep him down and prevent her from reaching the crowbar, so she drops from the apron with the intention of inflicting some more damage. She gets into a three point stance then barrels across the ring and lunges into the POUUUUUNNNCEEE. Her shoulder is driven with such force into Knight’s body that he is sent corkscrewing through the air and ultimately flying through the ropes to the outside of the ring.
Sparkles: The POOOOOUNNCE.
Greyson: I haven’t seen anyone deliver one of those in-in-in God, was I still wearing diapers at the time.
Sparkles: Seeing as you’re wearing diapers now, that doesn’t sound too far-fetched.
Just because one wasn’t devastating enough, Lohan rolls to the outside of the ring and sizes Knight up, watching him struggle along to his feet. She then rushes across the mats and drives her powerful frame with all the force of a locomotive right into Knight, lifting him off of his feet and throwing him back with ANOTHER pounce.
Sparkles: A second POOOOOUNCE! Oh God, I think I just ruptured something.
Greyson: Well I KNOW Lohan just ruptured something, Knight’s whole body.
Lohan returns to the ring and sets her sights on the crowbar, approaching it with no one to stop her. She makes her way up the turnbuckle, reaching the top rope and then extending her hand out for the crowbar before her focus is once again distracted from the weapon by the individual climbing up onto the apron. Tabitha has stayed out of this long enough, refusing to see her client injured and taken out of the IWC for perhaps longer than even a year.
Tabitha screams at Lohan, who lowers her hands from the crowbar and then extends them towards Tabitha’s face. She is moment from catching hold of Tabitha’s hair…but those moments transform into an eternity when Knight interjects. He leaps to the apron and steps up the turnbuckle beside Lohan.
Now it’s Lohan who is grabbed by the hair, Knight using it to spin her away from Tabitha and down towards him, Knight takes Lohan around the neck and then grabs the back of her tights while standing on the middle rope. The crowd cringes, once again getting that ominous feeling as Knight drops back and SUPERPLEXES Lohan onto the APRON!
Greyson: AAAAAAAAH!!
The fans cover their mouths and collectively shake their heads in recognition of that deadly, dangerous and oh so destructive superplex across the ring apron of all places. Lohan’s back bounces so viciously from the apron and then her wounded body goes rolling back into the ring.
Greyson: I can’t believe what we just saw Sparkles.
Sparkles: A superplex onto the apron? Yeaaaah, that was pretty scary.
A loud ‘holy shit’ chant fills the Manhattan Center, reverberating from the walls of the building and reaching the two badly damaged athletes in the ring. One of which, Knight, is struggling along in the direction of the crowbar. He looks up at the weapon that serves as a guiding beacon, drawing him in like a ship through turbulent and rocky waters. He grabs the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckle in oh so painstaking fashion. Finally he reaches the top cable and then reaches out for the crowbar that by mere happenstance is tapped away from his fingers. He then reaches out for the crowbar once again only to find it slip through his hands. Finally the crowbar swings back and Knight manages to grab hold of it. The arena fills with glee at the sight of Knight dragging the crowbar down off the pole and now extending it between his hands. He glares down at Lohan, who is struggling to reach her feet and prepares to put the crowbar to nefarious uses.
Sparkles: Knight has got that crowbar in hand!
Greyson: Yes, but that’s only stage one. Now he actually has to pin Lohan after he gets some good use out of that weapon.
Lohan struggles along to her feet just as Knight comes diving off of the turnbuckle and drives the crowbar down right into her forehead. The blow across the brow knocks Lohan clean out.
Sparkles: And he drives the weapon RIGHT into Lohan’s head.
Greyson: She’s out….Go for the pin, Sebastian.
Sparkles: I think it’s just like you said, Greyson, Knight hasn’t finishing getting his jollies just yet.
Knight should crawl into the cover, but he isn’t, not until he’s had his fun. He pulls Lohan over to her elbows and knees then steps over her back, wedging the crowbar under her throat and employing it to apply the camel clutch. Lohan gasps for air, her face going purple as the crowbar puts such stress on her windpipe. Yet in spite of this oxygen deprivation and this blow across the brow, Lohan actually starts to stand up, Knight still hanging off of her back. He shakes his head in disbelief as he finds himself hanging from Lohan’s spine by the crowbar he has stretched across her throat. Lohan now rushes backwards into the turnbuckle and drives Knight’s spine directly into it, causing him to drop the weapon that was asphyxiating his opponent.
Lohan then staggers to the center of the ring rubbing at her throat, before turning and rushing right at Knight in the corner. But he turns her own momentum against her, side stepping Lohan and throwing her by the back of the head over the turnbuckle and face first right into the exposed steel post that WAS supporting the crowbar. Lohan’s face crushes the steel and she now goes staggering back into Knight, who once again has the crowbar in his hands. He rushes across the canvas and swings the weapon straight into Lohan’s forehead.
The crowbar bounces off of Lohan’s skull, a potentially fractured skull at that.
Greyson: And ANOTHER shot from the crowbar.
A crowbar Knight isn’t through using just yet. He throws the weapon down to the canvas then approaches a disorientated Lohan, taking her by the ears and forcing her head under his seat. Knight grabs the back of Lohan’s waistband then heaves her up into a pulling piledriver onto the crowbar. Lohan’s forehead bounces off the weapon and her body goes spiraling to the canvas. Knight fights through all the debilitating trauma in order to reach his feet, which do not want to stay under him. He then grabs the crowbar off the canvas and steps over Lohan, who lies on her back looking about as conscious as Rip Van Winkle.
Knight: One year! ONE YEAR!
Knight shouts down into Lohan’s face.
Knight: I’m going to give you one hit from this crowbar for every day you took off of my career, sunshine.
The weapon is elevated above Knight’s head, but it never comes down into Lohan’s face. Instead Lohan’s boot comes launching straight up and straight into Knight’s crotch.
Greyson: Low blow!
Sparkles: And there’s nothing the referee can do about it.
Knight doubles over grabbing at his crotch while Lohan stumbles along to her feet, steps in over her opponent’s head and hooks both of his arms. Knight is thrown into the air for the Final Solution, Lohan’s devastating tiger bomb. But Knight never lands on Lohan’s shoulders, instead they slip right off of Lohan’s shoulders, Knight flipping over and not just landing on his feet in front of his opponent but catching her around the neck in the process. Knight now heaves Lohan up into the air and drives her down on top of her skull via the brainbuster DDT.
Greyson: Brainbustah!
Knight drives Lohan with such force into the ring that it actually shakes the support struts. The impact with the canvas has Lohan in perfect position to be pinned by her long-time nemesis, but it STILL isn’t enough. It will never be enough until Knight is sure that Lohan will never again compete in a wrestling ring. He grabs hold of the crowbar and lets it dangle from one hand while the other is signaling for something.
Tabitha acts quickly to the demands of her client, reaching beneath the ring and retrieving a roll of duct tape.
Greyson: What the hell does Knight have planned for that tape?
Sparkles: I don’t even want to hazard to guess.
The tape and the crowbar are left beside the ropes that Lohan is now being dragged towards. Knight sits her up with her back propped against the cables, then Knight takes the duct tape and begins to wrap it around Lohan’s arms.
Greyson: Knight is…Knight is strapping Lohan to the ropes!
Sparkles: We saw Ethan Von Aaron do this earlier with that chain, he tied Aiken’s arms to the cables.
Greyson: Hopefully what Knight has in store for Lohan won’t be as nasty as what Ethan unleashed Aiken when he had his arms trapped.
Knight stomps away at Lohan’s ribs several times to ensure her compliance with what he has planned. He takes her other arm at this point and extends it out over the middle rope, beginning to wrap it in duct tape. But Lohan suddenly launches her head forward right into Knight’s stomach doubling him over. She then grabs the crowbar that Knight left sitting beside her and swings it right into his temple. The blow sends Knight twisting away from Lohan and staggering into the turnbuckle, losing his balance and turning the corner into a crutch. His knees buckle as he tries to hold himself up, but only the ropes keep him on his feet just long enough to have his face demolished with a yakuza kick.
Lohan charges in and delivers perhaps one of the most devastating moves in her arsenal, a move that has Knight almost collapsing out of the corner. But Lohan keeps him upright, and why? So that she can use the duct tape and the crowbar in her hands. She places the crowbar to Knight’s forehead and then employs the duct tape to strap it in place.
Lohan then takes off into the diagonal corner so that she can get another running start behind a second Yakuza kick, this time driving her boot directly into the crowbar taped to Knight’s forehead.
Greyson: I NEVER!
Sparkles: I didn’t think I’d ever see a crowbar used like that.
The crowbar and Lohan’s boot are driven into Knight’s face with enough force to shatter his skull. Said skull comes tumbling to the canvas only to be caught in Lohan’s clutches. She keeps him up on his knees so she can hook his arms, throw him up into the air, catch him on her shoulders and spike him down into the Final Solution. At last Lohan drops into the pinning predicament, hooking Knight’s leg with the crowbar.
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Every eye is glued to the hand of Blacker that falls to the canvas for the third and FINAL time. The moment Blacker’s hand hits the canvas, Lohan drops the crowbar and rolls away from her opponent. Lohan ends up on her back, looking up at the bright lights and taking shallow breaths, extreme fatigue setting in.
Greyson: Brutal. Intense. Violent. Those are the only words we can use to describe this match.
Sparkles: And those adjective aren’t even enough to give justice to what we just saw.
Greyson: What we witnessed Sparkles, was the end to an issue that has been waging since 2013. After one calendar year, this feud between Knight and Lohan at long last comes to end.
Several fans are on their feet giving quite the ovation to Lohan and Knight after one of the most grueling bouts of their careers. Their battle tested bodies are still incapable of responding even after the bell chimes in the background. Finally Lohan rolls into the ropes, grabs the cables and drags herself up to her feet. It takes quite the struggle, but Lohan manages to get to her feet where she’s taken by the wrist, referee Blacker lifting her arm into the air in victory. Meanwhile Knight is being tended to by Tabitha, who can’t believe the outcome to this match. She holds Knight’s head in her arms, lamenting with despair over his failure to defeat Lohan tonight. Although she’s under a great deal of emotional pain, Knight’s agony is all physical. He has to employ Tabitha as support as he limps away from the ring.
Knight walks away from the squared circle where Lohan has both of her arms raised in victory.
Greyson: Knight versus Lohan finally comes to an end. One of the most personal grudges at last brought to a conclusion in the middle of that ring.
Lohan stoops over and grabs at the back of her neck, feeling the effects of the brainbuster she just received a few moments ago. But the brainbuster isn’t the last thing that will inflict punishment on the back of her neck. A crowbar is suddenly swung straight into her shoulder blades, and the person who assaulted her is NOT her latest victim, Sebastian Knight, it’s Lohan’s own sister!
Serenity stands over Brittany, watching her sibling spiral down and into the canvas, left lying on her feet.
Greyson: HEEEY! Serenity, Lohan’s sister, she just-she just….
Sparkles: Just looks super-hot in all that leather? Even with the mask?
Greyson: No, she just attacked Lohan with the crowbar.
Lohan rolls onto her back, grabbing at her neck and looking up into the masked face of her sister. Shock clings to Lohan’s expression as she watches Serenity step over her and lift the crowbar into the air. She is about to bring it down over her sister’s skull only to have Marie Jones interfere. Marie scrambles down the ramp and slides into the ring, sending Serenity hightailing it with crowbar in hand.
Greyson: Marie actually coming out to save Brittany from Serenity.
Sparkles: Damn you Marie, I was just getting my comb ready for Serenity’s hair.
Greyson: ENOUGH ABOUT BRUSHING ABIGAIL’S FUCKING HAIR!!
Sparkles: I’m going to cry now.
Marie scowls at Serenity, who is bolting up the ramp. Once Serenity vanishes through the curtains, Marie turns back towards Lohan and extends a hand. Brittany stares at the palm outstretched in her direction then reluctantly takes hold of it. Marie helps the tentative Brittany to her feet and brushes off the shoulders of her fellow Silas World member.
Marie: Not to say I told you so, but uhhhh, I told you so. Are you starting to see? Serenity can’t be saved. You and I, we HAVE to stop her.
Brittany shakes her head, refusing to believe that’s it come to this.
Greyson: Why? Why did Serenity attack her own sister here tonight?
Sparkles: And why won’t she let me comb her hair!?! I’ve been asking for months.
BACKSTAGE
Serenity: Can’t believe she actually showed up.
Willow: You should talk to her.
Whoa…hold on….is this some type of error? How is Serenity presently standing backstage with her friend Willow Wilkes? Unless Serenity possesses Roadrunner speed how did she get from the ring to this backstage corridor so quickly? Oh well, we’ll just go with it. Serenity and Willow Wilkes stand side by side and peer just around a corner towards the room containing Katelyn Buehler. The ex-fiancee of Serenity continues to be stowed behind a door that Hunter Locke stands sentinel outside of, refusing to allow anyone to get past him and potentially consort with the woman he’s imprisoning.
Serenity: I’m not sure I have anything left to say to Katelyn.
Willow: I know she wounded you deeply by sleeping with Silas. But I think some part of you, deep-DEEP down inside, still yearns for her.
Serenity: I’ve already forgiven her, Willow, but that isn’t to say I can ever trust her again.
Willow: Well….
Karen McBride: I figured I’d find the two of you here.
Willow and Serenity spin around just in time to spot Karen McBride, Principle Owner of the IWC, stepping into view flanked by her two sisters Blaire and Melanie. The trio stomps in the direction of Serenity and Willow, Karen’s fists raised in order to properly greet the pair. She immediately starts to swing at Serenity, nailing the side of her masked face. Before she can really get into the ‘swing’ of things, Karen is grabbed by Blaire and Melanie, restrained from Serenity while Willow forms a protective barrier in front of her friend.
Serenity: There it is…
Karen is so vexed by this response that she actually lowers her clinched knuckles and allows intrigue to take hold.
Karen: What?
Serenity: That FIRE!
Willow: Passion Karen, we’re talking about passion.
Karen: Shut up!
The rage emanating from Karen brings a smirk to Serenity’s face.
Serenity: Two weeks ago I told you I wanted to transform you.
Karen: I have no interest in turning into one of your sociopaths.
Willow: It’s the only way we can help you.
Karen: Help me? You call trying to throw my sister into the back of a van, helping me?
Serenity: We weren’t going to take your sister, we wanted YOU. And we still DO want you.
Willow: You want the admiration and respect of your roster. We can help you.
Serenity: The only way anyone will ever respect you, is by striking FEAR into their hearts.
Karen: The only one who should be afraid of me is your monster, Cassidy. Where is she? WHERE IS SHE!?!
Both Willow and Serenity smirk.
Serenity: Where do you think, Karen? She’s waiting for you…
Karen: GOOD.
At last Karen is released by her sisters.
Karen: Because I’ve been waiting for her too.
The McBride sisters head for Cassidy, the woman they presume to be anticipating their arrival in the ring. Serenity and Willow return to their conversation once Karen has walked away.
Serenity: Her transformation has begun.
Willow: The dissolution of her relationship with William (Mason), will coax her into coming to us.
Serenity: Soon she’ll grow tired of all the hate, and instead of walking away, she’ll walk to me.
Willow: She’ll come to you, and you should go to Katelyn.
Willow points in the direction of the door still being blocked by Hunter Locke.
IN-RING
The crowd inside of the Manhattan Center find themselves captivated by the strange image of a van slowly backing through the curtains off to the side of the stage. The oddly decaled and bizarrely painted van belonging to Ambrosia, the very vehicle that has been employed several times over the past few weeks to abduct Cassidy Cage, whisking her away to a location where she was transformed, and attempted to be employed in the abduction of Karen McBride just two weeks ago. The voices of commentators Greyson Lovejoy and Sparkles filter into the background.
Sparkles: Their coming to take me away ha-ha, their coming to take me away ha-ha.
Greyson: If only. But I don’t think that van is here for you, Sparkles. I’m pretty confident that van has just arrived because Cassidy Haze is moments away from facing our Principle Owner, Karen McBride, in a Hardcore Match. And I think Cassidy intends on throwing Karen inside of that van.
Sparkles: Yeppers, and that vehicle right there was the one that Karen was about to be thrown into the back of on the last Riot!
Greyson: With Serenity and her friends intent on taking her someplace Karen could be transformed, just like Cassidy Cage.
Sparkles: Yeah, and we all saw what happened to Cassidy. She went from blonde bombshell, to black haired beast. Still hot though.
Greyson: For weeks Karen tried her best to find Cassidy and ensure her safe return to the IWC, and when she finally DID get Cassidy back, it wasn’t the Cassidy that Karen was bargaining for.
Sparkles: No it wasn’t. Serenity and Willow returned Cassidy to Karen and the IWC, and then she turns around and hits Karen with a piledriver in response.
Greyson: It was one of the most shoc….
”The Night” by Disturbed brings an abrupt end to the speculation between Sparkles and Greyson, building to the arrival of William Mason. The Pure Champion makes his way to the stage with his championship adorning his shoulder and his back flanked by the massive JaMarcus Avery. Karen McBride’s FORMER allies make their way down the ramp with William displaying a confident swagger and ignoring the many hands outstretched from the crowd yearning for a high five.
Greyson: Ooooh isn’t this just dandy. Speaking of shockers.
Sparkles: Here comes my brother from another mother, Slick Willie Mason. He’s probably coming out here to talk about our most recent business endeavor between he and I.
Greyson: Oh great, can’t wait to hear this one.
Sparkles: He’s gonna bankroll my new line of erotic snack-cakes. I’m so going to reinvent the ‘Ho-Ho.’
Greyson: He’s not bank rolling any of your ludicrous and disgusting business endeavors, Sparkles. I believe he’s here to watch his FORMER ally, Karen McBride compete.
William and JaMarcus pause at ringside, grab some chairs and park themselves directly on top of them. The pair makes themselves comfortable as they prepare to watch the action moments from occurring within the ring.
Greyson: What a classless and disgusting individual William Mason is. He turns his back on Karen when she needed him in that tag match against the Sinistry several weeks ago, and then on the last Riot, he refused to help Karen when her sister was being abducted by Serenity.
Sparkles: All for good reasons.
Greyson: Okay, what reasons?
Sparkles: Uh-what?
Greyson: What were his GOOD reasons?
Sparkles: Um-um, Karen being a skank.
Greyson: Epic fail, Sparkles, epic fail.
CASSIDY HAZE VS. KAREN MCBRIDE:
HARDCORE MATCH
William and JaMarcus are making themselves cozy while keeping an eye fixed on the van belonging to Ambrosia still parked beside the ramp. Said ramp is soon occupied by Karen McBride, her arrival in tune to the theme of ‘American Dreamgirl.’ She steps through the curtains looking quite perturbed, and for very justifiable reasons. For one, she’s about to face the woman she worked so hard to see safely returned only to have that woman piledrive her to the canvas upon her return, and secondly, her once trusted ally, William Mason is presently parked at ringside. Karen gives him a stern glare from her stance on the stage, before turning her attention to the vehicle parked beside that stage.
Greyson: Karen with so many obstacles beset before her at the moment. I don’t know how she can continue to overcome.
Sparkles: That’s precisely what she’s done though. She’s been involved in one Hardcore Match after another that people never suspected she’d walk away from, but here she is, still standing tall. Still a skank.
Greyson: Yes Karen, you made your view of her pretty public. And Karen and William have made their views of one another pretty apparent as well.
Sparkles: Right now she looks like she’s getting a pretty good VIEW of that van.
Indeed Karen is closely scrutinizing the vehicle parked beside the stage. She now climbs down off the stage and begins to circle the vehicle, looking under it, over it and eventually inside of it. She reaches out and tentatively grabs the backdoors, hesitant to find whomever might be hiding inside. She swings the doors open and finds…..nothing but a hollow space inside.
Greyson: I think Karen thought Cassidy was going to be inside of the van, but as you can see, there’s no one inside.
Sparkles: At the moment.
Karen continues to stare into the van before slowly beginning to shut the doors. Before they can close, Cassidy Haze rushes in behind Karen and smashes her in the upper back with a clothesline. The blow knocks Karen forehead first right into the back door. Her face smashes against the door and her body goes twisting to the pavement.
Greyson: There’s Haze…and she’s disgustingly assaulting McBride from behind.
Sparkles: I’ve done that several times to numerous ladies.
Jessika, Cassidy’s verbal conduit, stands beside the van and watches her monster decimate Karen.
Karen is forced up to her feet, taken by the throat and then thrown into the side panel of the van. She bounces off the hardened structure and then twists down to the ground. Not only does she find herself spread across the pavement, but then she finds her head placed directly in front of the back wheel to the van. Cassidy approaches the driver’s side door of the van now and hops behind the wheel.
Greyson: No…no….this is going too far Cassidy. Stop this…STOP THIS!
Sparkles: She’s going to turn Karen’s face into roadkill.
The van revs up and Cassidy switches the vehicle into drive, the tires screeching towards Karen’s face. Fortunately she rolls out of the way and the van goes speeding past her head and straight into the wall beneath the stage. It crashes through that wall before ultimately coming to a stop.
Greyson: GOOD GOD! Cassidy just took out the stage.
Sparkles: Awesome.
Jessika steps into view, surveying the damage just done by the van that came to a rest with its front grill positioned against the steel support beams beneath the stage. Though Jessika’s eyes are soon detached from the van when her head threatens to be detached from her body. Karen steps in and grabs Jessika around the throat with both hands, throttling her neck.
Karen: You’re Cassidy’s voice, huh? Well you’ll find it hard to talk for anyone with a crushed windpipe.
Karen continues to strangle Jessika before the back doors of the van fly open and Cassidy emerges from within holding a sledgehammer in hand.
Greyson: Ohhhhh shit.
Sparkles: Cassidy’s got a friggin sledgehammer.
Greyson: This is insane.
Cassidy jumps out of the van and swings the sledgehammer down at Karen’s head only for Karen to side step the attempted blow. The hammer smashes the ground where Karen was standing. Now Karen is staggering into the barricade, leaning against it for support. That barricade saves Karen from falling to the floor, but will not save Karen from the sledgehammer traveling towards her face. She steps out of the way just as her opponent smashes the barricade with the hammer.
The barrier is knocked over, the fans being backed away from it by security. Cassidy stands over the steel bars of the barrier for only a moment before turning towards Karen, who steps in and nails Cassidy across the jaw with a right hand, followed by several more. Karen has Cassidy disorientated before Jessika interferes. She grabs Karen by the shoulder before Jessika finds herself subjected to a back heel kick to the ribs doubling her over. Karen then steps behind Jessika before rushing at her spine, stepping up her back and launching herself off right into a front chancery on Cassidy. Karen swings around and spikes Cassidy’s head directly into the knocked over barricade with a tornado DDT.
The crowd screeches at the top of their lungs in response to this devastating move that has Cassidy splayed across the ground. Karen takes advantage of the Hardcore Rules in this match, crawling into the cover across the monster’s chest. Referee Alex Ingelson, proud Sinistry proponent, hustles around the stage, drops down to the floor and makes the three count.
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Cassidy kicks out.
Greyson: Karen almost scoring the win after that DDT. Remember that in Hardcore Matches, pinfalls count anywhere.
Sparkles: Yep. Two months ago at Upping the Ante, Karen had another hardcore match that ended in a casino of all places.
Cassidy is dragged away from the barrier and towards her knees before she unleashes a vicious uppercut right to Karen’s jaw. The blow sends Karen stumbling back, trying to get her balance before she can go down. Cassidy then pulls the knocked over barricade into a vertical position before swinging it straight into the top of Karen’s head. The blow sends Karen staggering backwards, clutching at her skull…a skull that is further wounded when Cassidy rushes in behind her and delivers a harsh lariat. The blow sends Karen corkscrewing through the air. She collapses onto her back right beside the collection of electrical panels and giant loading crates used for the production in tonight’s show. One of the crates, that is set up vertically, is grabbed, Cassidy exerting all of her strength to begin pushing it over right on top of….no….Karen rolls out of the way and the crate crushes the ground instead of crushing it’s intended target. Karen rolls out of the way of the crate at the last second then steps up onto the very object that threatened to squish her like a bug.
She lunges off the edge of the crate into a diving forearm that smashes Cassidy in the face and sends her staggering back. Cassidy collects herself though then unleashes an absolutely devastating open hand palm strike right across Karen’s sternum knocking her backwards in the direction of the crate. Cassidy comes barreling towards Karen before being caught with a drop toe hold that sends the monster crashing down right onto the loading crate, her head ricocheting back. The barricade is then grabbed and Karen drags it over top of Cassidy’s back. The crowd is getting quite enthused at the sight of Cassidy sandwiched between the barricade and the crate while another vertically situated crate is being climbed on top of. Karen scales to the top of the crate, gets her balance and then leaps onto the barricade with a giant splash, crushing Cassidy.
Greyson: OOOOOH MAN!
Sparkles: What a splash onto that barricade!
Karen rolls across the pavement clasping at her ribs, her splash inflicting just as much damage on herself as it did on Cassidy. Speaking of Cassidy, she’s presently sliding out from beneath the barrier and dropping down to her seat, looking very shaken up. She’ll be even more banged up though should Karen’s plan come to fruition. She climbs up onto the top of the very crate she dove off of moments ago and gets her balance. She then comes diving off the crate into a lariat that connects across Cassidy’s throat, knocking both ladies to the floor.
Sparkles: Karen surprisingly holding her own.
Greyson: She’s been in her fair share of Hardcore Matches the past few weeks, so her body is adequately prepared for this type of violence.
To be fair, nothing can really prepare anyone for a match against Cassidy, who up until this point has been unshakable. Karen steps towards her and delivers a forearm across Cassidy’s jaw, then snatches her around the neck and prepares to deliver a DDT onto the concrete. Karen prepares to snap back only to have herself lifted up. Karen is elevated into the air instead of falling to the floor.
Cassidy stands up and heaves Karen into a gorilla press before turning and throwing the Principle Owner down across the side of one of the large loading crates. The small of Karen’s back bounces off the crate, arching her spine and causing her to screech in agony.
She scoots away from the crate grabbing at her lower back while Cassidy steps in beside her, takes Karen around the waist then lifts her up and drops her down via a side slam across the concrete. The crowd doesn’t even have a chance to cringe before watching Cassidy hook Karen’s leg, going for the pin.
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Ingelson’s hand does not reach the concrete for a third time, Karen kicking out to prevent it from happening. In retaliation, Cassidy drags Karen up to her feet and then nails her with a devastating headbutt, the blow knocking her down to her knees. Cassidy then nails a SECOND equally as vicious headbutt across Karen’s face, driving her down to the pavement. The merciless Cassidy takes Karen by the wrist and now begins to drag her towards the backstage area. All the while Jessika is following behind, clasping her ribs AND the sledgehammer that was brought into play earlier.
Greyson: Where is Cassidy taking Karen?
Sparkles: I’m afraid to find out.
William and JaMarcus perk up in their chairs, watching McBride led along to the backstage area. Once McBride and Haze have vanished through the curtains, William takes this moment to grandstand. He slides into the ring, snaps his fingers and is given a microphone.
Sparkles: My boy Mason is about to grace us with his harmonic voice.
Greyson: Of course William is going to try to hog the spotlight whenever given the opportunity.
The microphone is put to very good use, William demanding the focus of the masses.
William: I can’t sit idle any longer and let this INPURE debacle continue. It repulses me to see such wanton violence and carnage. I’m sure it disgusts each and every one of you as well. So allow me to stand up on your behalf and put an end to this. I’m demanding that cameras remain on me rather than cutting backstage to continue filming the acts of depravity between Karen and Cassidy. And you’ll want to stay on me for very GOOD reason, because I just so happen to have a BOMBSHELL of an ann….noooo…wait….a NUCLEAR BOMB of an announcement to make.
Greyson: William stealing Karen’s signature phrase there.
Sparkles: Much like Karen tried to steal William’s pride and spirit?
JaMarcus stands behind his employer, William, but he isn’t listening to William’s words, instead his eyes keep cutting to the ramp, yearning to rush to Karen’s aid. Unfortunately, William will not allow JaMarcus to do that.
William: As you are all presently aware of, Karen McBride and I have ended our association, so you’re probably asking yourselves what that means for the group that she and I built, Prestige. I’m here to put your concerns at ease, Prestige WILL go on, and now that Karen has been removed, the group will be stronger than ever.
The crowd unanimously groans, especially at the sight of William’s grin.
William: I’m here now to ensure Prestige is stronger than ever by introducing the world to our NEWEST member, a fitting replacement for Karen. So let me just take a moment and introduce the world to a woman who really needs no introductions, Christy Hightower.
”The Night” by Disturbed once again plays through the speakers and now the long talked about, but until this point unseen, Christy Hightower makes her way down the ramp. She pauses on the stage and briefly rolls her eyes in response to the crowd’s reaction before proceeding along down the ramp. She slides into the ring and steps up beside William, the two throwing their arms over one another’s shoulders.
Sparkles: Whoooo is that?
Greyson: I believe, if my sources are correct, that’s William Mason’s former protégé.
Sparkles: Me like, me like a lot.
William and Christy continue to showboat to unanimous dread from the audience. The crowd’s response entices William to do what he does best, rub it in.
William: As my past protégé, Christy will….
Melanie: This needs to stop….
William and Christy stop hamming it up and start focusing on the woman urgently racing to the stage. Melanie McBride, Karen’s youngest sister, steps through the curtains to the edge of the ramp and begins to flail her arms in a desperate state. Blaire, Karen’s other sister, is conspicuous by her absence.
Melanie: Don’t any of you care what’s happening to my sister right now? Why aren’t any of you helping her?
William seems to scoff at the notion.
William: And why would I come to your sister’s aid, huh? Where was SHE when I needed her? When my friends were being locked in trailers, or kicked out of the building? Where was she when I needed help getting back the Pure Title that was stolen from me? Huh? Huh? HUH!?!
Melanie: None of that matters now, William, it’s in the past, right now Karen needs help!
William: She brought this on herself, Melanie. I’ve forgiven her time after time after time.
Melanie: You’re not hearing me, William, Cassidy is going to hurt…..
Avery: You need to listen to her, BOSS.
William is beyond stunned when he sees the microphone being yanked out of his hand by his employee, JaMarcus Avery. William, The Pure Champion, leaps back with a flabbergasted expression.
William: Give me back that microphone….
Avery: No, I’m sorry Boss, but what’s right is right, and what’s wrong is wrong, and what you’re doing at the moment is sooo wrong man. Like it or not, you and Karen, you two need each other.
William: That’s ridicul….
Avery: No it’s not boss. And not to be cliché, but ummm Karen completes you.
William: Now you’re ripping off Tom Cruise? Seriously? It’s a good thing I don’t pay you for your opinion.
Christy: Ummm, William, this is one opinion you might actually want to listen to.
William: What?
Christy: JaMarcus is right. You and Karen have survived so much. Your friendship can’t end this way.
William: It ended a long time ago…
Melanie: To heck with this. If you won’t help me, I’ll save Karen myself.
Melanie drops the microphone and then hurries along through the curtains, racing to her sibling’s aid. JaMarcus and Christy go to follow her only to have their wrists caught and bond by William, refusing to allow anyone to lend aid to Karen.
Avery: But Boss…
William: No….
BACKSTAGE
The plight of Karen McBride remains a hot button topic in the ring and continues to play out backstage. We see the Principle Owner rolling across the concrete, thrown to the ground by Cassidy, who continues after her opponent. Jessika is standing behind them dragging a sledgehammer and referee Ingelson is on hand to continue officiating this Hardcore Match. The voices of commentators Greyson and Sparkles once again play in the background.
Greyson: It looks like Karen is going to have to save herself. The Hardcore Match between she and Cassidy continues backstage.
Sparkles: And Cassidy is tearing that ass up.
Karen is dragged up to her feet, taken by the wrist and whipped into a wall, her spine hitting the plaster. Cassidy continues to grip Karen’s wrist and pulls her across the hall into the opposite wall. She then pulls her across the hall into the OTHER wall. Karen continues to be whipped back and forth from wall to wall to wall. Finally Karen is pulled into a knee to the gut, and her head is dragged under Cassidy’s seat. Jessika cheers Cassidy on as she prepares to deliver the piledriver, the very move she hit against Karen several weeks ago, but now it’ll be across the pavement.
Cassidy just begins to heave Karen into the air and spike her on top of her head when Melanie McBride comes racing to her sister’s aid. She leaps into the air, lands on Cassidy’s back and places her in a sleeper hold.
Sparkles: Look at Melanie…
Greyson: I know, she’s jumping all over Cassidy Haze.
Sparkles: No. I was just saying LOOK at Melanie….she’s HAWT!
Greyson: Melanie saving her sister from taking the piledriver and assaulting the woman who tried to abduct her two weeks ago.
Melanie throws punches into the side of Cassidy’s head as Cassidy spirals in circles, trying to shrug the youngest of the McBride sisters off of her back. Cassidy finally rushes backwards and drives Melanie’s body into the wall, crushing her.
Greyson: Oh, but Melanie smashed against that wall.
Sparkles: And she’s about to be smashed in other ways too.
Jessika forks over the sledgehammer she’s been holding this whole time, putting it in Cassidy’s palms and then directing her to swing it, NOT at Karen. Jessika points her finger straight at Melanie, who is seated up only because her back is propped by the wall she just bounced off of. Cassidy takes the sledgehammer and now prepares to take Melanie’s head off. The hammer is lined up by hovering just above Melanie’s head, Cassidy taking her sweet time in delivering this head crushing blow. Karen tries to interfere only for Jessika to straddle her back and place Karen in the camel clutch. As a result Karen cannot interfere in the plight about to befall her poor, sweet sister.
Jessika: Once shed of all your emotional attachments, we can take the next step in your transformation.
Jessika’s eyes lunge towards Cassidy, who is awaiting approval.
Jessika: Do it!
The sledgehammer rises into the air and prepares to swing down into Melanie’s skull, demolishing it like a watermelon. Cassidy is just about to destroy the poor loveable Melanie, the hammer swinging but never reaching its intended target. Instead the hammer is slipped right out of her hands. Cassidy turning around and finding her chin crushed by the sledgehammer, the sledgehammer swung by WILLIAM MASON!
Sparkles: My man Slick Willie to the rescue!
Greyson: Mason just-just saved Melanie!
William has Cassidy staggering back into the condiments table and flipping over it, crashing down to the other side. Jessicka detaches from Karen in order to help her monster. An urgent William then turns to his two allies rushing down the hall.
William: Get her out of here!
He points at Melanie, who is quickly surrounded by Christy Hightower and JaMarcus Avery, the two taking hold of her arms and escorting her out of harm’s way. William then turns towards Karen, who is slowly working her way back up to her knees and wearing a very-very confused expression on her face. She seems legitimately stunned that of all the people who came to her aid, William was the one who did so. But she looks a little weary of the fact that he’s presently clutching a sledgehammer, one that he suddenly tosses aside, freeing up his hands in order to extend them out towards Karen. It looks as if William is actually offering to help Karen up to her feet, yet she’s reluctant to accept this invitation.
Greyson: And now-now he’s offering Karen his hand.
William: I’m guessing that Christy and JaMarcus actually got to William with their words.
There is incredible tension between William and Karen, the world waiting to see if Karen will take his hand. Before we find out if Karen can actually bring herself to trust William’s intentions, they hear a maniacal laugh emanating from behind the table that Cassidy was just knocked over. And now they see her palm shoot up into the air before slapping down onto the table’s surface. This is followed by her eyes slowly rising above the surface of the table, her pupils fixated on both Karen and William. A shocked and somewhat frightened Karen takes off right behind William, getting as far away from Cassidy as humanly possible. Jessika just stands at the side of her beast, petting her head and stroking back her black mane.
Greyson: Mason and McBride getting the hell out of here and for good reason.
Sparkles: But what about the match?
Greyson: It doesn’t look like we’re going to get a conclusion to it, Sparkles.
BACKSTAGE
Danny: Babe, I think we’re having a bad effect on William.
Danny Darko stands in the locker-room, parked right in front of a monitor that provides footage of the event thus far. While Darko observes the actions of his friend William Mason, his wife, Vanilla Skyy, is in the background lacing up her boots, getting ready for the huge tag team match that is scheduled for later tonight. She barely acknowledges what Darko just said, far too immersed in thought.
Danny: Don’t worry Vee, I’m sure William will be fine. I have no idea what the hell he’s thinking, but he’ll be okay.
Skyy: I’m not worried about William.
Skyy clarifies while removing her boot from the chair she had it elevated upon in order to properly lace it.
Danny: Then what ARE you worried about?
Skyy: Who says I’m worried about anything?
Danny: Just thought you were a little concerned is all, maybe about our tag match tonight.
Skyy: Ohhh Danny, you got me figured all wrong sweety. I’m VERY excited about our match in a few minutes. Actually, all I’m thinking about it how far I can get Desmond Drake’s body up Mordecai’s ass.
She manages to get a chuckle out of Danny, before he goes back to all business.
Danny: Speaking of Mordecai. Can you do me just one favor?
Skyy: Depends.
Danny: Leave Mordecai to me.
The request has Skyy a little perplexed.
Skyy: Are you serious? The guy is a monster who put Mya’s head through a windshield and powerbombed Chris (Davids) on the hood of a car just two weeks ago. He’s been taking out members of Pain & Pleasure week after week.
Danny: I know, but-but I still think I can reach him.
If Skyy was perplexed before, well she’s downright mind-fucked at the moment.
Skyy: Danny, the only way you’re going to get into Mordecai’s head, is by splitting it open in the middle of the ring tonight when he teams alongside Desmond and Flash (Silver).
Danny: Why did you have to say Flash’s name?
Darko really has to work to restrict the vomit that wants to come oozing out of his mouth.
Skyy: Well, he is the one you should be focusing on right now. The guy has what, 97 victories against you?
Danny: Heh, don’t remind me.
Again Skyy gets a grin out of her husband, reminding him of the completely fraudulent winning streak Flash brags about holding over Danny.
Danny: The only victory anyone will be talking about, will be the one I have over Flash tonight.
Darko starts to leave, which confuses Skyy even more.
Skyy: Where are you going? To find William?
Danny: I am going to find someone, but it’s NOT William.
Skyy calls after her husband but can’t stop him from leaving. The moment she goes to follow him out of the dressing room she finds her path blocked by her Pain & Pleasure cohort Mya Denton, Mya’s good friend Lilith Evans, and Lilith’s daughter, Abby.
Mya: Jacked up?
Skyy: Always. What about you? Ready to get your hands on Desmond?
Mya: Ha! You already know the answer to that question. After the months of hell he’s put me through, I’m ALWAYS ready to tear his tiny body into confetti. And tonight, will be my ticker-tape parade.
Skyy: I like to…..I’m sorry, what is SHE doing here?
A worried Skyy gestures to the tike at Lilith’s side, clutching at her mommy’s hand and smiling.
Mya: Oh, Abby?
Skyy: Yes, Abby. Aren’t you worried after what happened to her last time you brought her here?
Mya: Don’t worry, Desmond will NEVER get anywhere near my Goddaughter….
Lilith: Sorry Skyy, but Abby insisted on being here tonight to watch her Auntie Mya make that mean little man suffer.
Skyy: Well then, sounds like it’s going to be Christmas come early for Abby.
Abby: Awesome!
Mya: You have no idea how AWESOME it’s going to be to at long-loooong last put an end to this issue between Dessie and I. It’s gonna feel so good VIOLATING HIM tonight.
IN RING
William: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve had a change of heart.
The crowd has no clue how to react to William Mason after he developed a spine and came to the aid of Karen McBride. His mixed motivations leads to mixed reactions from the crowd as William urgently races down the ramp and towards the ring. All the while the Pure Champion is peeking back over his shoulder as if looking out for someone. He has a lot of cause for concern, what with so many enemies and with absolutely no protection from them due to the absence of his bodyguard JaMarcus Avery, or his protégé Christy Hightower.
Greyson: And here comes William Mason again. Hopefully we can get some clarity on what his relationship with Karen McBride is after first coming out here and verbally tearing her apart and then rushing to the back to save her from Cassidy Haze.
Sparkles: William has justification for everything he does. The man doesn’t have a bowl movement without planning it three days in advance.
The meticulous William slides into the ring with his Pure Title falling into his palm, the one that isn’t occupied by his microphone.
William: I’m going to make this very brief. I’m not coming out here to admit that I was wrong, because frankly, I don’t make mistakes. What I did do though was misjudge. I think Karen and I made a rushed decision when we decided to severe ties, and it took JaMarcus and it took Christy to help me realize that I was being brash, I was being impulsive. She and I have been through too much together to just write off our relationship now. So I’m coming to this ring to say I’m sorry to….
Jessika: Cassidy?
William leaves trails in his skivvies when spotting Jessika, Cassidy Haze’s verbal conduit, stepping to the stage and leading her monster along behind her. The fuming eyes of Haze are focused on the intimidated William in the ring, who really wishes he hadn’t sent all of his backup to protect Melanie McBride, the very woman Haze was about to crush with a sledgehammer backstage before William’s interference.
Jessika: Cassidy is the only one you owe an explanation to. You ruined her match against Karen….you kept us from transforming Karen, and that was very-very mean Mason. The two of us don’t tolerate bullies, we take a stand against intimidation and against interference. You do not interfere in our plans, especially not for Karen. And if you’re so eager to stand up for her, then you’ll fall beside her.
SIN referee Alex Ingelson, the one who was officiating the Hardcore Match between Cassidy and Karen a few moments ago, steps through the curtains and to the stage. William does not care for the sight of the official.
Jessika: You see we brought Mr. Ingelson with us, as he’s agreed to officiate the match about to happen next. Cassidy Haze versus William Mason. HARDCORE RULES!
Greyson: WHAT!?!
Sparkles: So not fair.
Greyson: I agree. What gives Ingelson the right to book a match? Just because he’s associated with the Sinistry now, and they have 75% ownership of the company?
Sparkles: They can’t do this to William. They can’t. William wasn’t supposed to even be competing tonight. Look, he’s dressed in a thousand dollar suit for Christ sakes.
William is removing his sports jacket as Cassidy comes sliding into the ring and instantly grabs hold his tie. Before William can react he’s being yanked by said tie into a throat crushing lariat. The clothesline almost snaps William’s neck, and now something else really does snap, Cassidy’s fingers. She seems to be calling for something from Jessika, who reaches beneath the ring and grabs a steel trashcan, sliding it into her monster. Cassidy picks up the steel and prepares to put it to good use by crushing William. She places it right on top of his face and chest then approaches the nearest turnbuckle, beginning to climb it to the top rope.
Sparkles: Oh no. She’s going to destroy Mason’s face…not his face…NOT HIS FACE!
Greyson: For once, Sparkles, you and I are in agreement, this is not right. William did not come here with the intention of wrestling tonight, and now he’s being decimated by Cassidy in an impromptu Hardcore Match.
Cassidy is nearing the top rope with the intention of flipping back and devastating the Pure Champion, only to have her plans averted when Karen McBride comes sliding into the ring. Cassidy goes charging at the Principle Owner she was decimating backstage before William interfered on Karen’s behalf. However, Cassidy charges right into a kendo stick shot to the ribs, Karen not coming to the ring empty handed. Cassidy stoops over grabbing at her mid-section and exposing her spine to another shot from the cane.
Greyson: Karen McBride! Karen McBide coming to the aid of William Mason now!?!
Sparkles: These two tried to destroy each other on Riot, and now their helping each other tonight? What the fuck is going on here?
Greyson: Karen is returning the favor William paid to her a few moments ago when he saved her from Cassidy backstage.
And that repayment comes in the form of bashing Cassidy over the spine with ANOTHER shot from the cane. The blows eventually knock Cassidy down to her knees with Karen stepping in front of her and lifting the cane over head for the knockout blow. The cane comes down into Cassidy’s HANDS. She catches the cane before it can connect with her skull and then rips the weapon out of Karen’s hands. She then puts her palms to Karen’s ribs, throwing her back into the ropes. Karen ricochets off and comes back in at Cassidy, who throws her up into the air, catches her on top of her shoulders on the way down then hits a devastating pop up powerbomb.
Greyson: POP UP POWERBOMB ON MCBRIDE!
The second Cassidy powerbombs Karen into the canvas, Cassidy spins around and almost beheads William with a discus lariat. William made the mistake of getting back up and trying to aid Karen, paying for it with the devastating clothesline that crushes his windpipe. William collapses to the canvas while Cassidy rises to her feet then turns to the struggling Karen, catching the Principle Owner by the hair. She stands Karen up, bridges her over backwards and places her in a reverse DDT predicament. Cassidy then steps back over the trashcan and delivers the Stinger Drop right on top of the steel. The back of Karen’s head bounces off of the trashcan and she now goes rolling away from Cassidy, who sits there on the canvas wearing wide, crazed and demented eyes.
Sparkles: This woman is killing everyone in that ring right now.
Greyson: She is the embodiment of a monster, Sparkles.
Cassidy no sooner lays Karen out with the DDT on the back of her head before going to pick the meat off her bones. Cassidy slowly and methodically stoops down, grabbing Karen’s bangs and beginning to drag her to her feet. However, Cassidy is in a stooped position too long, just long enough for William to take advantage of her posture. He steps over an unsuspecting Cassidy and delivers the Perfect Driver, planting the top of his adversary’s head straight into the canvas.
Greyson: The Perfect Driver on Cassidy and…HOLY SHIT!
Just a second after Cassidy’s head bounces off of the canvas, she’s popping back up to her FEET, completely unaffected by William’s finishing piledriver.
Sparkles: Are you kidding me!?!
Greyson: I’m seriously getting goosebumps right now.
William was lulled into a false sense of security, one that is ruined when he turns his eyes to the outside of the ring, focusing on the smile drawn across Jessika’s face. William’s eyes widen, and then turn back towards Cassidy, who somehow is standing right back on her feet. She then delivers a thrust kick right under William’s jaw, knocking him back into the ropes.
Jessika leaps up onto the apron, reaches over the ropes and hooks both of William’s arms from behind, binding them behind his back.
Jessika: Destroy the FACE of this company.
Cassidy grins in ever so demented fashion as her claws extend towards William’s face. However, Karen takes advantage of the distraction that William provides, slipping in behind Cassidy and taking her around the thigh, pulling her over into the school girl. But Cassidy powers right out of the pin, rolls past the trashcan and gets to her knees. She starts to stand up only to have William break away from Jessika, step over Cassidy’s head then pull her up into the Perfect Driver directly into the trashcan.
Greyson: ANOTHER Perfect Driver, this time into the trashcan!
Sparkles: That HAS to do it!
Cassidy’s head ricochets back off the trashcan, popping up to her knees and putting her in position for Karen to swoop in from behind, hooking both of her arms then pulling Cassidy over into the crucifix pin. At the same time William comes rushing in, stoops over and buries his shoulders into the creases of Cassidy’s elevated legs, pushing down on them and aiding in the pinfall.
Greyson: Karen AND William pinning Cassidy simultaneously!
Ingelson is disgusted to have the make the pin, but slips into position and slaps the canvas.
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It took the combined effort of both Karen and William to do it, but the pair manages to finally put away Cassidy in this Hardcore Match.
Greyson: They did it….good GOD they finally did it.
Sparkles: William and Karen had to throw aside their differences in order to put Cassidy away. It took that much….TWO people and TWO Perfect Drivers, but Cassidy is finally defeated.
Greyson: What insanity.
William rolls away from Cassidy gasping for air and holding his jaw after that lethal thrust kick he took a few moments ago. His focus slowly shifts from his injuries to the hand that is now extended towards him. To the shock of everyone in the building Karen is standing in front of William and holding a hand out in his direction, imploring him to take it.
Greyson: And now the roles are reversed.
Sparkles: It’s Karen offering a hand to William.
The reluctant William looks into the palm extended towards him. It takes some coaxing to finally grab that hand and allow Karen to help him up to his feet.
Greyson: I never thought going into tonight we would see this.
Sparkles: Indeed. William and Karen came into the End of the Year Special trying to annihilate one another, and now here they stand shaking each other’s hands.
Greyson: It seems that the rift between Prestige has been mended.
William and Karen continue to shake hands before Cassidy comes rushing across the ring right at Karen’s back. William shockingly some chivalry by pulling Karen out of the way of Cassidy’s fist and taking the blow himself. The punch knocks him straight on his ass, Cassidy standing over him and glaring at his battered body with such malice in her eyes. She then side steps the inbound Karen, grabs her by the back of the head and tosses her through the ropes to the outside of the ring.
Greyson: Cassidy is back up and now she’s attacking Prestige!
Cassidy grabs hold of William’s bangs and prepares to mangle his face. Her fist draws closer to William’s flesh only to find her own skin crawling when Vanilla Skyy and Mya Denton come racing down the ramp. The Pain & Pleasure members, and William’s close associates, slide into the ring.
Greyson: It’s Pain & Pleasure!
Sparkles: Their coming out here to the aid of William Mason.
Cassidy bucks up ready for a fight only to have Jessika slide into the ring and grab the beast by her arm, imploring her to exit the ring, insisting their fight is NOT with Pain & Pleasure. After some coercion and quite a bit of convincing, Cassidy exits the ring, leaving it so that Skyy and Denton can check on William’s condition. Karen is stood up at ringside, watching this whole scene unfold, and making eye contact with William in the process
BACKSTAGE
Flash: Listen up you roided freaks…..
The three members of the Cartel ARE listening, unfortunately.
Zak Norton, Alex Clayton and Nate Barlow have their eyes lowered to the floor, refusing to look up into the face of the man who is denigrating them here in the backstage corridor. Flash, joined by his agent, Infinity, have the ears of the very trio who have been FORCED into cooperation with Kloe Masters under the threat of being blackballed from professional wrestling. The extent of Kloe’s coercion plays out here backstage as the three are FORCED to listen to the man they will shortly team with against Pain & Pleasure.
Flash: Let’s get one thing straight here tonight, you’re the John Diggle to my Oliver Queen, only none of you are black, and a mask would never cover this gorgeous face.
Infinity: What my client is trying to say, is that we’ve talked to your Boss, Kloe Masters, and you three have one job for the evening. You’ve been tasked with making sure that nothing happens to Flash in that tag team match against Pain & Pleasure. You’ve been assigned as his protective detail.
Flash: Understood?
Neither of the three men respond.
Flash: Speaka the Englais?
Nate: We don’t like it but we understand.
Flash: Excellent.
Drake: Alriiiight, is team Drake ready for action?
The pint sized Principle Owner comes sashaying along wearing a sparkling black robe and stopping beside his teammates.
Infinity: Indeed, Team FLASH is prepared for action.
Drake: We’ll argue over team names later, just as long as we’re each unified in the common goal of eradicating Montgomery and Pain & Pleasure from the face of the earth.
Drake eludes to the pending eight person tag team match.
Infinity: My client will gladly beat (Danny) Darko one more time tonight.
Drake: Great, and just so we’re all clear here, Mya Denton, she’s mine. If anyone pins her in that ring, it’s going to be me.
Infinity: Fine.
Drake: Now that we’ve got that all straightened out let’s head for the….wait.
Drake does a headcount and realizes something is amiss
Drake: Where’s the ace up my sleeve? Where’s my monster Mordecai?
BACKSTAGE
Cameras drift from one corridor to another. Standing in this hallway is Mordecai, who is intently watching the flapping lips of Danny Darko. The Pain & Pleasure member stands in front of Mordecai, talking to him, filling his ears with words that the monster is hard pressed to hear when he’s already got a voice inside of his head drowning out all other tunes. Mordecai holds his palms over his ears, struggling to hear that voice that has been guiding him for months. Suddenly Darko reaches out grabs Mordecai’s wrists and pulls his hands away from his ears, FORCING him to hear what Darko has to say. Now Mordecai does listen as Darko talks to him about the tag match pitting the two in opposition to one another.
PAIN & PLEASURE & LUKAS MONTGOMERY VS. MORDECAI & ZAK NORTION & FLASH SILVER & DESMOND DRAKE:
EIGHT PERSON TAG
Adrenaline is being kicked up to a whole new level at the sight of Vanilla Skyy and Mya Denton still in the ring after they just cleared Cassidy Haze from it. After saving William Mason from the monstrous Cassidy, the Pain & Pleasure pair prepare themselves for a battle they have so eagerly anticipated. The commentators confirm this while talking in the background.
Greyson: Fresh off the heels of their support to William Mason, we’ve now got Vanilla Skyy and Mya Denton in the ring, MOMENTS from competing alongside Danny Darko and Lukas Montgomery in what has become one of the most eagerly anticipated matches of the night.
Sparkles: Yep, Skyy and Mya, they finally get their hands on a group of opponents that have been persistent agitators to them in recent months.
Greyson: Skyy has her issues with Zak Norton of the Cartel, after he was assigned by Kloe Masters to destroy her a few weeks ago, and Mya, good lord her issues with Desmond Drake have been ongoing for MONTHS now after Drake ‘allegedly’ drugged Mya and forced himself on her.
Sparkles: Only in the IWC, only in the IW…..
Infinity: We’ve held our breaths long enough.
Skyy and Mya stop warming up and start focusing on the pair that have just made their way to the stage, Infinity and her client Flash Silver. Infinity is holding a microphone and Flash is holding a giant cardboard sign with the message “101-0” scribbled across its surface. Infinity holds the mic to her lips and Flash holds the sign above his head.
Greyson: Oh great, its the pair that have claimed they’ve defeated Vanilla Skyy’s husband, Danny Darko, several times over the past few weeks.
Sparkles: Well Darko and Skyy will finally get Flash in the ring in a few moments, he’s slated to team with Mordecai, Zak Norton and Desmond Drake against Pain & Pleasure.
Before Flash participates in anything, his manager has something very important to say.
Infinity: I said we’ve held our breaths long enough, and frankly, we can’t do it any longer. Flash is deeply offended that everyone is talking about this pending eight person tag team match and citing it as the first clash between Daniel Darko and my client Flash Silver. That is a bold faced and ignorant lie. As you can see by Flash’s win-loss record (Infinity points at the sign in Flash’s hand that boasts his inflated record), he holds NUMEROUS victories over Darko. In fact, just this week, Flash defeated Danny Darko TWELVE more times in house shows. Unfortunately, those house shows took place in the Amish country, where cameras are not allowed because the Amish fear such devices will steal their souls.
Greyson: Bullshit!
Infinity: And since Flash holds so many wins over Darko just this week alone, and takes such offence to the ignorance displayed by the ‘fan-base,’ we do not believe Flash should be competing this evening. He has absolutely nothing left to prove against Darko, a man he has already defeated so many times over only to have you ‘fans’ question the legitimacy of his wins….
Flash is just about to back up through the curtains and walk away from this encounter before finding the back of his head crushed by a clubbing blow. At long last Danny Darko get his hands, well, his arms, on Flash. The blow knocks Flash down to the ramp and causes the cardboard sign to tumble out of his hands. Infinity looks wide eyed at Darko, who gives her a piercing stare that has her back peddling in fear. Darko then grabs the cardboard sign that advertises Flash’s record, throwing it down the ramp right into Flash’s back.
Greyson: Darko all over Flash!
Sparkles: Finally!
Greyson: For weeks Flash has claimed victories over Darko, but not a one of them were legitimate. But what is legitimate, is the ass kicking that Darko is giving Flash right now.
Flash attempts to crawl away from Darko by sliding into the ring, big mistake. He now tries to crawl under the ropes only to have his ankles caught by both Mya and Skyy, who were already in the squared circle. They do not let him get away, and instead drag him by the legs back into the center of the ring. They then roll him over onto his back and keep hold of his legs, stretching them out to his sides and exposing his crotch to the man presently climbing the turnbuckle. Darko gets to the top rope where he overlooks the crowd, smiles, and then takes to the air with a big diving headbutt right into Flash’s crotch.
Flash begins to flop around the ring in agony, clasping at the very crotch just destroyed by Darko’s headbutt. Darko allows Flash to roll to the outside of the ring, because now Darko’s hands are filled with something that isn’t the battered body of his victim. The crowd screams at the sight of Darko lifting the cardboard sign that has Flash’s record written across it, then tearing it straight down the middle. The tattered remnants of the sign is thrown into the air to a huge ovation from the crowd.
Greyson: That’s what Darko thinks of Flash’s winning record.
Darko is about to continue his onslaught on Flash, but stops just shy of exiting the ring through the ropes, because Flash has crawled right past the three men now at the end of the ramp. The Cartel, consisting of Alex Clayton, Zak Norton and Nate Barlow, are stood shoulder to shoulder, now allowing Pain and Pleasure to get to Flash. He stands up behind the Cartel, staring over their shoulders and laughing at the group in the center of the ring.
Greyson: And the Cartel reluctantly standing out here protecting Flash from Pain & Pleasure.
Sparkles: All at the behest of Kloe Masters.
Greyson: Indeed, she’s forcing them to protect Flash, just like she forced them to attack Pain & Pleasure over the past couple weeks.
And Flash isn’t the only one being protected by the Cartel. The tunes of “Pornstar Dancing” hits the PA system and Desmond Drake now makes his way to the stage with the peace of mind knowing that the Cartel are blocking Mya from rushing up the ramp and getting his hands on him. Of course the Cartel aren’t the only ones protecting Drake, as he stands beneath the shadow of a massive Mordecai. The towering beast makes his way through the curtains stood directly behind Drake, following the Principle Owner down the ramp and towards the ring.
Greyson: Mordecai flanking Desmond Drake through the curtains and giving him this false sense of invincibility.
Sparkles: He IS invincible though, he’s UNTOUCHABLE. Pain & Pleasure won’t lay so much as a finger on Drake here tonight. He’s not only got the Cartel watching his back, but he’s also got Mordecai here with him. A man who has destroyed so many members of Pain & Pleasure.
Drake and Mordecai make their way down the ramp to an outcry of heckling tunes. Drake ignores them, his focus only on the intense gaze of Mya Denton, a woman he has wronged in so many ways. And tonight she is bound and determined to set things right. She rolls under the ropes, not waiting for Drake to reach the ring. She then tries to get to him only to have the Cartel cut her off. Zak, Alex and Nate step forth, surrounding Mya and not letting her get even one step closer to the Principle Owner.
Greyson: Mya trying to go after Desmond, the very midget who apparently drugged then violated her several months ago, but the Cartel…
Sparkles: Are on their asses!
Zak, Alex and Nate look up just in time to spot Darko and Skyy flipping over the top rope into simultaneous senton planchas. Pain & Pleasure crash into the Cartel, all five bodies going down to the ground. With the Cartel out of Mya’s way, a direct path has been created between her and Desmond, who looks a little uneasy. He takes a deep breath and backs up as Mya rushes up the ramp. Unfortunately she’s so single mindedly focused on Drake, that she forgets Mordecai is standing right there behind him. She suddenly realizes the error of her ways when she charges directly into Mordecai’s waiting palm. He clamps it around Mya’s throat, Mordecai on the verge of chokeslamming her directly on the stage.
Drake’s confidence begins to swell, realizing that no one can get to him with Pain and Pleasure consumed by their fight with the Cartel and Mordecai. His grin widens with every back-step he makes up the ramp. But soon it’s his eyes that widen when his tiny back hits the thighs of Lukas Montgomery.
Greyson: Oooh Desmond, I think you forgot all about Pain & Pleasure’s teammate in this match.
Sparkles: The very guy who knocked one of Drake’s teeth out.
A huge lump forms in Drake’s face as she slowly turns around and looks up into the winking eye of Lukas. Before Drake can plead for his life, he’s having a boot wedged to his face and being nudged backwards by Lukas. The soft kick knocks Drake off his feet and sends him rolling down the ramp, and eventually rolling right through Mordecai’s legs. The monster releases Mya to free his hands in order to swing a fist into Lukas’ jaw, staggering him back. Mordecai then delivers a headbutt on Lukas, taking him down to the ramp.
Although Mordecai keeps Lukas from getting his hands on Drake, now Mya is free to fill the void Lukas leaves behind. She takes great joy in grabbing the bangs of Drake’s hair and forcing him kicking and flailing down the ramp. To the joy of the crowd she throws Drake into the ring, then slides into the squared circle behind him.
Greyson: Finally Mya has got Drake in the ring for a fight that has been building and building and building for so many months.
A desperate Drake rolls to his fanny and then scoots back across it, putting his palms up and extending them in Mya’s direction. She smiles diabolically, truly enjoying the sound of Drake begging and pleading. She takes even greater joy in reaching down and hooking Drake by his nostrils.
Sparkles: Mya’s got him by the nostrils.
It looks like Mya is just about to rip Drake’s nose off before her whole head is almost ripped off by a clothesline. Flash enters the ring and knocks Mya down with the lariat, then proceeds to put boots to her downed body. A horrified Drake dashes into his corner, hiding behind the turnbuckle and the individuals who are now climbing up onto the apron. The Cartel takes their spots in the corner right alongside Drake, while Pain & Pleasure take their corner as well. Mordecai and Lukas are detached from one another at the behest of the official ‘assigned’ this match, SIN Referee Stuart Wright. He gets the two men to take their corners and then slides into the ring and demands the chiming of the bell.
Greyson: And we’re finally under….why is Wright in the ring?
Sparkles: He’s the Head Referee, he should be officiating this match.
Greyson: Oh don’t be ridiculous now. The Sinistry sending one of their own out here to make sure their team is protected.
Flash gets a knee into Mya’s throat and begins to strangle the life out of her. He then begins to deliver a few jabs across Mya’s forehead while holding her down to the canvas by the throat. Finally Flash gets to his feet then puts them repeatedly into Mya’s chest and forehead. All the while Infinity is cheering him on from ringside and demanding the fans join her in her praise. They do not adhere to her request.
Flash gets animated with his stomps, throwing a bit more zeal behind them. He stutter stomps Mya across the chest and then employs the Ric Flair strut across the ring. He finishes it off with a hop then a woooo towards the heavens. The crowd jeers in response and find themselves getting particularly vocal when Flash lifts Mya’s legs into the air and begins to shout into her face.
Flash: You think you’re going to damage my manhood? Well you’re not the first woman who went after my balls.
Flash lifts his foot and stomps down directly into Mya’s crotch. He then turns away from Mya and begins to strut across the canvas again, one of many ill-advised maneuvers. The second he spins away from Mya, she rolls back and onto her feet, shrugging her shoulders in response to the low blow Flash just delivered. She waits for Flash to turn around before charging in and delivering a leaping knee straight across his jaw. The blow sends Flash spiraling across the ring and right into a fist flying over the top rope, Darko throwing one out of his corner across his rival’s chin. Flash staggers back into Mya’s hands, taking him by the back of the head then charging him face first into the boot that is placed over the ropes. Flash’s forehead bashes against Darko’s boot, the blow knocking him back into Mya, who hits a dropkick straight to his back. Flash is sent flying forward into Skyy, who reaches over the ropes, takes him around the back of the head and drops from the apron snapping his throat off the cable.
Flash’s head flies back, his body spiraling into a spinning heel kick delivered by Mya. Immediately after laying Flash out, Mya goes rolling into the corner and slaps the outstretched hand of Darko. He enters the ring in a hurry, going right after Flash and grabbing him by the wrist, leading him up to his feet and repeatedly subjecting his chest to chops and his face to forearms.
Sparkles: Darko all over Flash again!
Greyson: He’s been seeking this retribution for months for Flash’s fabricated winning record at his expense.
All the blows to the body have Flash staggering back into the ropes where Darko takes him by the wrist and whips him off across the ring. Flash comes back in at Darko, who drops to his stomach, causing Flash to have to leap over him. Darko then jumps to his feet and then into the air, leap frogging over Flash, who goes charging under him and into the cables behind Darko’s back.
Darko then turns around and leap frogs Flash as he ricochets off the ropes. But to the dismay of everyone, Darko in particular, Flash stops just shy of running under his opponent. As a result Darko lands back on his feet in front of Flash, who then delivers a straight slap right across Darko’s cheek. The crowd explodes into boos and laughter at the sight of the slap that sends Darko twisting down to his knees, grabbing at his face.
Sparkles: Flash with a powerful bitch slap.
Flash moseys on past Darko and then slaps Zak on the shoulder, insisting he get into the ring. The flustered Cartel member slides into the ring and goes right after Darko, taking him by the wrist and dragging him into a short arm clothesline. However, Darko drops into a forward roll under the clothesline then leaps out of said roll into a diving tag. There’s quite the ovation for Vanilla Skyy getting into the match and getting her payback on the Cartel.
In an acrobatic display, Skyy springs to the top rope and then flies right at Zak, delivering a double axehandle smash over his unsuspecting face. Zak crashes to the canvas then rolls away from his opponent, ending up in the nearest turnbuckle. He ends up standing with his back to the corner when Skyy comes charging in and drives her knee right into his ribs, doubling him over. Skyy then places him in a side headlock and rushes him out of the corner into what appears to be a bulldog. In actuality she charges him straight into the waiting arm of Darko, who catches Zak with a DDT at the same time that Skyy is hitting the bulldog.
Greyson: Nice combination from the husband and wife duo collectively known as Dark Skyy.
Sparkles: This is their first official pairing as a team here in the IWC, and it couldn’t come at a more opportune time.
The tag team combination has Zak in bad shape, and his Cartel teammates turning away from the ring. Neither Alex nor Nate can watch the fate befalling their brother, lowering their eyes to the floor and shaking their heads. They don’t even see Darko forcing Zak up to his feet then hitting him with a spinning back heel kick to the gut. Just then Skyy comes rushing in at Zak’s side, catching him with a basement dropkick across the cheek. Zak is sent spinning away from Skyy’s boots and into the thrust kick beneath his jaw delivered by Darko. The shot sends Zak staggering back into a sweeping kick across the heels by Skyy. The swift kick knocks Zak off of his feet and onto his back, exposing him to the double stomp now delivered to his ribs by Darko. He quickly makes room for his wife, Darko rolling out of the way and allowing Skyy to deliver the flip over leg drop directly across Zak’s throat.
Greyson: What a lethal sequence by Dark Skyy. With offense like this I hope to see more of these two as a tandem.
Skyy rolls along to her knees and begins to punch Zak across both cheeks, then takes him around the neck and leads him to his feet. She clasps Zak by the wrist and launches him into the turnbuckle, his spine hitting the corner with such force. She then comes charging in with her knee aimed at Zak’s ribs only to have him catch her with a drop toe hold that sends Skyy crashing face first into the middle turnbuckle pad. Skyy’s face ricochets off the corner with Zak rolling to his feet then charging in behind her and nailing the back of her skull with his OWN running knee strike.
Skyy’s face is crushed between knee and turnbuckle, and now Darko comes rushing back into the ring to help her. But instead he falls prey to a drop toe hold as well. Zak catches him with the drop toe hold and sends Darko crashing into his wife’s back. The two are propped against each other, both leaning forward against the corner and both suffering a running knee to the back of their heads. Zak gets two for the price of one with this blow, then immediately proceeds it by making a tag. And who does he bring into the match?
Mordecai of course.
Greyson: And here he comes….Here comes Mordecai!
Sparkles: The most destructive entity we’ve seen in the IWC in quite some tim….hey now.
Flash quickly reaches over the ropes and slaps Mordecai on the shoulder, tagging himself into the match before the monster could so much as land a single blow on his opponents. Flash enters the ring and signals for Mordecai to hit the bricks. Mordecai glares at Flash for several moments with a soul wrenching glare. He exits the ring and leaves Flash to go after Darko and Skyy who are still leaning on one another as they try to stand up. Flash rushes into the ring in front of them and then places both of his opponents in front chanceries. He is about to snap back into a stereo DDT before both Darko and Skyy suddenly hit a double drop toe hold, planting Flash down face first into the turnbuckle. His skull bounces off and now Darko and Skyy simultaneously roll to the center of the ring. They wait for Flash to reach his feet and once he’s upright, both Darko and Skyy charge into a spear and a yakuza kick respectively. Darko’s smashes Flash’s ribs, and Skyy smashes Flash’s face.
Darko exits the ring and Skyy crushes both sides of Flash’s head with repeated forearm strikes. Finally she turns away from Flash and requests Lukas’ demand for a tag, slapping his outstretched palm.
Greyson: Lukas finally getting a tag into this highly volatile match.
Sparkles: And he’s just going to make things even more volatile. The Blacklist bastard.
Greyson: Let it go already, Sparkles.
Sparkles: NEVER!
Lukas takes off across the ring and catches Flash with a forearm to the jaw. He then takes Flash by the wrist and drags him into a boot to the gut, followed by a double underhook suplex. Lukas then floats over, pulls up on the bangs of Flash’s hair and begins to headbutt him over and over again. Lukas then stands up, ricochets off the ropes and dives into a fist drop across Flash’s face.
Lukas then stands up and stares at Mya’s extended hand, slapping it and bringing her into the match. She doesn’t go straight after Flash though, instead she steps to his side and points straight at his corner, finger directed at the huge gulp forming in Drake’s throat.
Greyson: Mya wants Desmond.
Sparkles: Her want for Desmond is what started this issue in the first place.
Greyson: I hardly think drugging a woman to have your way with her constitutes wanting someone.
Sparkles: I can’t believe that Drake “Bill Cosbied” Mya.
Flash scoots across his knees and extends his hand towards Drake, who summons his courage and slaps the hand. The crowd goes nuts as Drake enters the ring and finds himself on the verge of finally going mono a mono with Mya. The moment she takes one step towards Drake, the Principle Owner dives at Mordecai and slaps his knee.
Greyson: Should’ve known.
Mordecai steps over the ropes, eager to get his hands on the woman who cost him a win back at Upping the Ante. Mordecai enters the ring and Mya goes charging right across it, driving the top of her head square into his massive ribcage. Mya then drops into a back roll and gets to her feet before charging at the staggered monster and then leaping into another diving headbutt. But Mordecai side steps her and catches Mya in mid-air around her waist. He holds her off to his side before spinning in a full circle and then throwing her over into the side suplex.
Mordecai then launches to his feet and grabs Mya by the bangs, rolling her over to her knees and placing her in a front chancery. Mya is deadlifted into the air and then held upside down for several seconds, letting all the blood rush into Mya’s skull. Finally Mordecai falls back, delivering the vertical suplex. Mya’s body hits the ring hard but Mordecai is about to subject her to something harder. He stands up and backs away from Mya with palm raised to deliver a chokeslam. But that open palm is slapped, Drake climbing up the ropes and reaching over them, tagging Mordecai’s hand.
The snarling behemoth spins around and glares at Drake as the little man slides into the ring and then goes after Mya, stomping at her repeatedly.
Greyson: And of course Drake tags himself in only when Mya is down.
Sparkles: Doesn’t look like Mordecai is very happy about it.
Mordecai covers his ears with his palms and listens, listens intently to the voice inside of his brain. He finally vacates the ring and leaves Drake to continue stomping at Mya’s stomach. Drake finally takes a seat on top of Mya’s stomach and begins to slap her to the face with both palms. Drake then stands up over top of Mya, looking down at her with his fists to his hips and disgusting comments coming through his lips.
Drake: You loved it, you loved every single second of it.
It’s time for Mya to do something she truly does enjoy. She sits up and suddenly delivers an incredibly stiff knife edge chop right across Drake’s crotch.
Greyson: OHHHH-JESUS!
Sparkles: A knife edge chop-a knife edge chop to the groin!
Drake falls onto his back and grabs his groin, crying out in pain and then scooting across his knees, desperately tagging out to Mordecai.
The moment Mordecai steps over the ropes, Mya comes charging in and delivers chops and forearms across his body, trying her best to wear him down. Mya then charges into a big dropkick on Mordecai’s chest, knocking him into the corner.
Mya then steps over top of him and delivers punches across his forehead only to have Mordecai reach up and take her by the throat with both hands. He drags her out of the corner, steps to the center of the ring then delivers the sit-out two handed chokebomb.
Mya’s body hits the canvas with such force, but Mordecai is on the verge of delivering something far more forceful. He stoops down and takes Mya’s legs, placing them over his shoulders and then dead lifting her off of the canvas and into position for a powerbomb. Mordecai is about to drive Mya into the canvas when Flash reaches over the ropes and slaps the monster’s shoulder. Mordecai allows Mya to drop out of his arms and turns his intense eyes to the man entering the ring behind him. Flash signals for Mordecai to get out of the ring before going after Mya, blasting her across the cheek with a forearm. He then then puts his boot to the side of Mya’s skull and gives it a kick.
Mya falls to her back while Flash arrogantly steps around her, then swings his arm out to his side in a full circle before ultimately flexing his bicep. He then points at his elbow.
Flash: OOOOOOO-YEEEEEAAAH!
He drops the point of his elbow directly into Mya’s chest.
Sparkles: Got to admire Flash’s spunk.
Greyson: I don’t have to admire a damn thing about Flash.
Flash rolls to the center of the ring and begins to do pushups to unanimous rage from the crowd. Ultimately Flash does a headstand and then kips up to his feet, showboating even further. He then turns around towards the struggling Mya before charging at her and driving his crotch directly into her face. Mya falls to her back with Flash standing over and smiling from ear to ear, further outraging the fans. Finally Flash grabs Mya by the wrist and drags her into one of the corners, sitting her up against it before making a tag to Drake.
The Principle Owner slips into the ring and begins to make crotch chops at Mya to the disgust of the crowd. He then takes off across the ring and throws his diminutive body into a bronco buster right across Mya’s face. The crowd is absolutely repulsed as Drake rubs his crotch in Mya’s face then rolls over backwards onto his feet, gyrating his hips in Val Venis fashion.
Greyson: Someone get me a barf bag.
Sparkles: Drake is one super sexy beast, isn’t he?
Drake stops hip thrusting when he spots the little girl he abducted, Abby, being led to the ring by her mother Lilith. Drake’s eyes narrow on the pair, causing him to sneer. Finally he approaches Mordecai and slaps his knee.
Drake: Get in there and finish her off.
Mordecai does not take kindly to being ordered about, but finally enters the ring and goes after Mya, extending his foot into her throat. She sits against the turnbuckle and has her throat crushed by Mordecai’s boot. He strangles the life out of her, and then grabs Mya by the ankle, dragging her to the center of the ring. Mordecai takes off into the ropes, ricochets from them and then dives into a big splash that absolutely crushes Mya beneath him.
Mordecai then lunges to his feet and takes Mya by the wrist, forcing her along onto his shoulder, putting her in a running powerslam position. Mordecai backs into his corner and prepares to charge out of it in order to slam Mya down to the canvas only to have Flash reach over the ropes and tag the beast by his shoulder.
Mya is dropped and Mordecai spins, his eyes burning a hole into Flash’s face. He slips through the ropes and orders Mordecai to exit the ring.
Flash: Hit the bricks ugly.
Mordecai is steaming at this point, wedging his hands to his ears and appearing as if he’s under tremendous strain. The voice in his head is screaming now. He tries to keep his head from exploding, and the only thing that keeps it from happening are the words being shouted across the ring by Darko.
Danny: You’re more than this man, and you know it.
Mordecai slowly takes his palms away from his ears and then uses them to reach out, grab hold of Flash’s shoulder then spin him around into a goozle. Mordecai grabs Flash around the neck then heaves him into a scintillating chokeslam.
Greyson: AAAAAAH!
Sparkles: Mordecai!?! Are you bonkers!?!
Greyson: I think we know the answer to that.
Mordecai has had enough, chokeslamming Flash in the middle of the ring and then turning towards the rest of his partners. Zak is trying to hide his grin but Drake makes no attempt at withholding his emotions.
Drake: WWWWWHHHY!?!
Mordecai doesn’t answer that question, instead he just turns his back on Drake, steps over the ropes and exits the ring. He drops to the mats then makes his way up the ramp to a loud ovation from the crowd.
Greyson: Now Mordecai is leaving?
Sparkles: After he almost chokeslammed Flash through the ring.
Mya crawls away from the broken body of Flash and into her corner, where she makes a tag to Darko. Obviously Darko is pretty excited about getting into the ring and going after Flash, but even in his impaired state Flash’s survival instincts kick in. He rolls to his knees and scrambles across them in the direction of his corner, reaching out and slapping Drake on the chest.
Greyson: Oh no, Drake tagged in.
Sparkles: Does Flash realize what he just did?
The full weight of his actions are unrealized or more accurately, fully ignored. Flash is interested in one thing, self-preservation. He rolls to the outside of the ring and then goes staggering up the ramp, grabbing his agent Infinity by the wrist then pulling her up the ramp.
Sparkles: Now where is Flash going?
Greyson: He and Infinity are taking off too.
Sparkles: I think Flash might see the writing on the wall.
Flash walks away dragging Infinity along behind him while the pair are drowned in boos.
A desperate Drake shouts at them to come back, but neither Flash nor Infinity are about to turn around, instead they just keep on walking.
Drake: Come back! COME BACK!!
Now team Drake is down to just two members, the Principle Owner and Zak Norton of the Cartel. Drake takes only a small amount of relief in the presence of Zak, reaching out to tag him in only to have Zak drop from the apron. He backs up and joins Alex and Nate, his fellow Cartel brothers at ringside.
Zak: Sorry Drake, but we were assigned to protect Flash. Kloe’s orders.
Nate: So where Flash goes, WE follow.
The trio make their way up the ramp, abandoning Drake.
Sparkles: Now the Cartel are leaving too?
Greyson: They’re just doing as ordered, Sparkles. Kloe told them to watch Flash’s back. I love this.
Sparkles: Now Dessie is all on his own though.
Reality sets in, Drake realizing that all of his partners have abandoned him in the center of the ring. He slides his hands into his hair with his breaths labored. His breathing gets even more intense when a finger taps him on the back of his shoulder. Drake slowly turns around and looks up into the merciless grin on Darko’s face. Darko grabs a handful of Darko’s bangs, griping them tightly before dragging him across the ring and reaching out to slap Mya’s hand. The adrenaline levels are spiking as Mya slips into the ring and truly relishes in the anticipation of getting her hands on Drake.
The owner is released by Darko, causing Drake to stagger back to the center of the ring where he is already fishing through his singlet. He removes a wad of cash, holding it out to Mya and trying to bribe her.
Greyson: This hasn’t worked for you before Desmond, it’s not going to work tonight.
The money continues to be extended towards Mya, who suddenly bursts into a fit of hysterics. She then kicks Drake’s hand and sends all the money flying out of it. Just as the cash begins to rain down upon him, Mya lunges across the ring and rains down on Drake with something else, her shin. The Demented connects, Drake put on his back by the shining wizard.
Greyson: FINALLY! Mya hits the Demented on Drake!
Sparkles: She’s been waiting so loooooong to hit that move on this perverted little bugger.
Drake is stretched across his back with dollar bills still floating down and landing on top of him. Mya now crawls into the cover, throwing her body across Drake’s chest. All that is left to do is for the official to make the three count. However, Head SIN Referee Stuart Wright REFUSES to do so.
Greyson: Dammit ref.
Sparkles: Looks like the SIN referees our loyal to their principle owner.
Wright continues to resist making the count but cannot resist being grabbed by the back of the head and being thrown through the ropes by Lukas. The official twists down to the mats and hits them hard, rendered unconscious by the vicious landing. Just then Alex Ingelson and Patrick Fitzpatrick, the SIN officials rush down the ramp, helping Stuart along to his feet and then aiding him to the backstage area.
Greyson: Lukas tossing Wright out of the ring!
Sparkles: And his buddies come to his rescue.
Greyson: NOW Drake is truly on his own in the ring.
The Demented still has Drake unconscious, a position Mya could take advantage of. But she wants to spread the wealth, leaping to her feet and making the tag to Lukas. He returns to the ring, grabs Drake by the wrist, pulls his dead weight up to his feet and then throws him into the ropes. Drake bounces off and comes back in at Lukas, who tosses the midget into the air then catches him with the roaring elbow on the way down. The Quieter crushes Drake directly in the mouth, sending a tooth flying out from between his lips.
Greyson: Now the QUIETER!
Sparkles: A pop up version of it connects, and it pops out one of Desmond’s teeth.
Drake falls to the ring and Lukas could go for the pin, but just like Mya, he’s willing to share in the spoils of victory. Lukas makes a tag to Darko now, who quickly enters the ring, grabs Drake by the bangs then pulls him up into the piledriver predicament. The crowd explodes as Darko delivers the Last Rites.
Greyson: Last Rites! Last Rites!
Sparkles: Desmond dumped directly on his big ole head.
The crowd is eating this up and asking for seconds. All eyes are fixed on Drake, who is twitching on the canvas. Darko follows up his highly destructive piledriver by making a tag to the outstretched hand of his wife, Skyy. She slips into the ring and is about to go after Drake before stopping. A smile slowly forms on her face, Skyy walking right past Drake and towards the ropes, putting her foot on the bottom cable and then lifting up on the middle one. She now gestures for someone to enter through the parted ropes, and that someone is Mya’s Goddaughter, Abby. She not only enters the ring but then rushes at the nearest turnbuckle, dragging her tiny body up the ropes and to the top cable.
Greyson: Noooo way.
Sparkles: Yeees way.
The little lady gets her balance on the top rope and then goes to the air, flying across the ring and hitting a frog splash right on top of Drake.
Greyson: AAAAH-HA-HA-HA!
Sparkles: Frog-splash, frog-splash by lil Abby.
The crowd are laughing their asses off at the sight of Abby hitting the frog-splash then rolling away from her totally incapacitated victim. She exits the ring and joins her mother Lilith at ringside, the two watching with huge smiles as referee Marcus Mayfield goes rushing past them. Perhaps the only respectable referee left in the IWC slides into the ring and intently watches as Drake is dragged up to his feet by Skyy. The Principle Owner is absolutely brain-dead, teetering on his heels and desperately trying to remain upright. He throws some shadow punches at imaginary objects while his eyes flutter, finding himself caught between the brink of unconsciousness and reality.
Skyy steps back and stomps her foot, setting up for the final blow, the White Out. She now goes rushing across the ring and delivers the bicycle kick….or at least she was about to before stopping her leg, keeping it from ever delivering the kick. She puts it right back down and then leans forward with hands on her knees, simply blowing in Drake’s direction and sending him collapsing to his back. Another round of laugher and cheers emanate from the fans as Skyy simply blows Drake over and then falls across his chest.
Mayfield slaps the canvas with the fans emphatically counting each slap out loud.
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The voices of the crowd reach a whole new decibel when they reach 3.
Greyson: Unbelievable!
A standing ovation is given as a response to Drake’s total destruction at the hands of Pain & Pleasure. He lies on the canvas nothing but a bruised skin bag tossed over a pile of broken bones. Skyy stands up at Drake’s side, lifting her arms up in victory. While Darko, Lukas and Mya step into the ring celebrating. That’s when Mya drops down and lies on the canvas beside Drake, supporting her head by the elbow wedged to his chest.
Mya: All good things come to an end Cupcake. Hope you had your fun while it lasted.
Mya sits up and her Goddaughter runs into her arms, giving her a tight hug. Referee Mayfield watches as Lukas celebrates right along all three members of Pain & Pleasure, the group stood over Drake’s eviscerated body.
Greyson: What a special moment. Mya, Skyy, Darko and Lukas, they are victorious tonight, and at long last have brought their issues with Desmond Drake to a close.
Sparkles: The Sinistry are not going to like this.
But the fans certainly do, hence why they are giving quite the ovation to the four, well four and a half counting Abby, individuals standing in the ring and celebrating.
BACKSTAGE
”SINISTRY”
Is the name stenciled across the door that of all people, CNG commentator, Eric Moxley, is standing beside. The viewing audience is understandably a bit befuddled to see Moxley on an IWC telecast, but hopefully the microphone he holds in hand will be employed to provide some much needed clarity.
Moxley: For those of you who don’t know me, shame on you, the name is Eric Moxley, and I’m here on loan from Cartel Next Gen to do a little shameless cross promotion. Make sure you people are checking out CNG Pandemonium streaming live every other Thursday night. And make sure you’re listening very closely, because I really don’t like repeating myself. I’m standing here outside of the offices of the Sinistry to get their response to what just happened to their business partner, Dessie Drake in the middle of the ring,
Moxley plays the role of backstage correspondent this evening by preparing to knock at the door leading to the Sinistry’s dressing room and interrogate whomever may answer. But he doesn’t even get his knuckles to the door before they are stopped by the physical obstruction known as Kordy. The Evolution Champion is flanked by the Stranger as the two step into view and keep Moxley from knocking at the door.
Kordy: What are you doing?
Moxley: I’m about to interview the Sinistry regarding what happened to…
Kordy: Does Kordy know you?
Moxley: Probably. I do commentary over in CN….
Kordy: Kordy doesn’t want to know you.
Moxley: Did you just in a roundabout way Dwayne Johnson me?
Kordy: Silence!
Kordy grabs the knob leading into the dressing room of the Sinistry.
Kordy: If anyone is going to pester the Sinistry, it’s going to be Kordy, now make like a leaf and get the heck out of here.
Moxley: Now you just Biff Tannened me.
Kordy: Just go!
Moxley rolls his eyes and takes off leaving Kordy to twist the knob and prepare to step into the room leading to the Sinistry. Before she can get the door all the while open, a head emerges from the crack in the doorway. Aiken Frost is peering out into the hall, smiling politely at Kordy.
Aiken: Mrs. Price my dear, how can I be of service to you?
Kordy: Kordy was just trying to talk to Alana. Kordy saw you bring Alana back here.
Aiken: What, do tell, is your intent for speaking with Mrs. Starr?
Kordy: Kordy just wants to apologize for ALMOST costing her the X-Class Title tonight. Kordy feels horrible…
Aiken: No need to worry, Mrs. Starr is doing just fine. She is recovering nicely and harbors no ill will towards you.
Kordy: Kordy still would like to apologize face to face.
Aiken: And you will have the opportunity to do just that later this evening. I’m sure Mrs. Starr will meet with you before the conclusion of this evening’s festivities.
Kordy: Mmmkay.
Aiken: Rest assured that the Sinistry will keep a close eye upon your match this evening, Mrs. Price. We wish you the best of luck in your attempts to successfully retain your Evolution Championship.
The door closes and Kordy steps back, nodding towards the Stranger.
Tina: Let’s make the Sinistry proud.
The Stranger: Let us go to the ring and put an end to Gavin Taylor then.
The two make their way down the corridor while Moxley steps back into view, still holding the microphone and sporting a CNG t-shirt.
Moxley: Oookay, now that that’s out of the way, let’s get back to my reason for being here.
Moxley taps the emblem on his t-shirt.
Moxley: Shameless plugs AND an interview with the Sinistry.
Another attempt is made by Moxley to knock at the door before stopping when another obstruction rears its head.
Tina: Step off butt-face.
Moxley unleashes a very deep and guttural sigh when insulted and when cut off by an exhausted Tina Valentine. She steps into view holding her still burning eyes after the events of earlier tonight.
Tina: Ain’t nobody talking to the Sinistry, but me!
Moxley: Fiiiiine. I guess I’ll just head for the ring then.
Tina turns her focus from the CNG commentator and to the door she raises her knuckles to knock at. Just then the door flies open and Aiken’s face appears before Tina can even knock.
Tina: Where is she?
Aiken: Whom do you speak of?
Tina: Where is ALANA!?!
Aiken: Oh yes, Mrs. Starr. She is with my family at the moment.
Tina: Well I need to talk to her and I need to talk to her now.
Aiken: I am afraid, dear child, that I am not in a position to produce Mrs. Starr presently. She needs a second or two of quiet reflection.
Tina: Well when she’s through pissing and moaning, tell her that I said I’m not sorry for almost costing her the X-Class Title. She had it coming for what she did to Ethan earlier tonight.
Aiken: I shall relay the message.
Tina: And then you tell her to come out and talk to me, understood?
Aiken: Oh, she plans on addressing both yourself and Mrs. Price.
Tina: GOOD! Now if you excuse me, I’ve got a title match to go keep my eye on.
Tina is off and marching towards the ring, leaving Aiken lingering in the door with a smile gracing his bloodstained and crudely bandaged face.
IN RING
Mayfield: Alright, I’m not biting my tongue or pulling punches.
Head IWC referee Marcus Mayfield has remained in the ring since the conclusion of the previous Tag Team match. Even after Desmond Drake’s broken body was carted away, Marcus remains, microphone in hand and disdain attached to his every word spoken via the microphone.
Mayfield: The actions of the SIN officials, Stuart Wright, Alex Ingelson and Patrick Fitzpatrick have left me with no other recourse. After this Evolution Title match, I want all three of you to join me in this ring, because I believe you’ve each got to be held accountable for your actions, and I will see there are consequences for the way you’ve bent rules and manipulated circumstances to help the Sinistry.
Marcus throws down the microphone and backs into one of the corners, preparing to officiate one of numerous main events this evening. Greyson and Sparkles, the dynamic commentating duo get ready to call what should be an exciting bout for the Evolution Title.
Greyson: Here we are Sparkles, another very eagerly anticipated match on tonight’s card. The Evolution Title is going to be on the line with either Gavin Taylor, the challenger, fulfilling his year long quest to at last hold singles gold, or Kordy, the champion, retaining the belt she worked her cute little Asian ass off to win.
Sparkles: All you had to say was Asian ass, and you had me sold immediately.
Greyson: Well I hope the fans are sold less on ass and more on athleticism.
Sparkles: What planet are you living on?
KORDY © VS. GAVIN TAYLOR:
EVOLUTION TITLE
Mere moments after Marcus Mayfield makes his impassioned statement the tunes of “Wow Is Me” are tearing through the PA system. The reaction is absolutely indescribable as Gavin Taylor, number one contender for the Evolution Championship makes his way to the stage. The crowd reacts like Michael Jackson just crawled out of his grave and did a moonwalk over the dirt mound. Their lung deflating, throat bursting reaction brings a huge smirk to Gavin Taylor’s face. He takes a moment to play it up, extending his arms out to his sides to show off the shirt that has every single one of his nicknames written across it. So naturally every available inch of space is covered on the fabric, and one more patch of it will be concealed should he place the Evolution Title around his waist tonight. The magnitude of this moment really kicks in once he’s reached the ring and is drowned in applause from the crowd.
Greyson: Good lord listen to this reception Gavin Taylor is getting.
Sparkles: And to think, just a few months ago Gavin was one of the most reviled men on the planet. Seriously, Kim Jong Il was sending him hate-mail.
Greyson: Gavin has turned the page sort of speak. His association with Andre Jordan and Silverstone International, it’s brought out a whole new side to the man once driven by ego and self-promotion. Not that he still isn’t, but at least he’s a lot less of an insufferable asshat about it.
Sparkles: Agreed. Gavin owes quite a big thank you to Andre by the way, considering the Dre handed him a shot at the Evolution Title here tonight against Kordy.
Greyson: A selfless act that really cemented the alliance between Andre and Gavin, and set up a match that has been building between Gavin and Kordy for several months now.
Sparkles: Figure Gavin owes Kordy a receipt for the way she contributed to Gavin losing the X-Class Title match at Upping the Ante. Good luck with that Gavitron Taylor.
After a year of waiting, after so many obstacles thrown his way by Kordy, at last, Gavin stands now on the precipice of realizing his greatest aspiration. There’s just one problem fulfilling his dream, Kordy is standing in his way. The intro track provided by Flyleaf is blaring throughout the Manhattan Center, leading to an eruption from the thousands packed in the building, Many have already started in with the obligatory “Kordy’s Gonna Kill You” chant directed at Gavin, but it doesn’t effect him, in fact it fires him up more than ever. He gets really hyped, eyes intensely focused on the woman now making her way through the curtains. The Evolution Champion Kordy at last emerges after making her challenger wait for what felt like an eternity. She then pauses and lifts her title from her shoulder into the air, putting a bit of strain on the arm she injured HERSELF in the week building to this match. In spite of everything that has went down tonight, Kordy produces a big grin, showing no fear of her challenger. The Stranger stands behind her back and gives her all the confidence she requires. She comes bolting down the ramp at this point and then slides into the ring across her knees, stopping just a few inches removed from Gavin and looking up at him with the type of expression warn by William Defoe when acting in…well anything.
Sparkles: God Kordy is crazy….hot, but crazy.
Greyson: Indeed she is. You know she actually injured her own arm in preparation for this match to put she and Gavin on an even playing field?
Sparkles: Exactly. But if she cared about honor, would she have crushed Gavin’s arm with a huge loading crate to begin with?
Greyson: It’s like you said, Sparkles. Kordy is nuts. There’s no rhyme or reason for anything this woman does.
Sparkles: And a lot of her insanity has been unleashed on her challenger Gavin over recent weeks.
Greyson: Indeed, as you touched on earlier, Sparkles, Kordy pushed a huge storage crate onto Gavin’s arm on NewAge, and we can still see a little discoloration in it.
Sparkles: That doesn’t put Gavin in a good position knowing Kordy’s passion for making people “TAP-TAP-TAP.”
Greyson: For Kordy’s sake though, I hope her mind is on making Gavin do that, and less on what’s already happened between herself, Tina Valentine and Alana Starr throughout the night.
Even as Kordy stands back up and hands her Evolution Title over to the Stranger, her eyes never leave the face of her challenger. Which is fitting considering that Gavin never takes his eyes off the champion. The Stranger has possession of the Evolution Title and is not about to let the referee, Mayfield, even touch it in order to hold it aloft before the match. Instead this honor is all the Stranger’s, he raises the Evolution Title above his skull, proudly showing off Kordy’s trinket.
Although Mayfield does not have the honor of lifting the title, he will have the duty of signaling for the bell to chime.
Greyson: We’re underway here, Sparkles.
Sparkles: Kordy versus Gavin, Evolution Title, another HUGE match on this loaded card. Go get ‘em Kordy.
That’s exactly what she has planned, as she lunges at Gavin and the two tie up in a collar elbow lock. They spiral across the canvas, desperately trying to get in the dominant position. Eventually Gavin ends up with his back to the turnbuckle, the official stepping in and starting a five count. Kordy breaks the collar elbow with Gavin, stepping back with her palms raised, behaving oh so sweet and oh so innocent. Sadly she is not a convincing actor.
Kordy steps into a knife edge chop aimed at Gavin’s chest only for him to duck out of its way, causing Kordy to go spiraling into the turnbuckle as a result. Now Gavin pulls back a closed fist and prepares to launch it into Kordy’s face before she drops to her seat and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring.
Gavin looks on from the ring shaking his head as Kordy regroups with the Stranger at ringside. The Stranger puts his palms over Kordy’s ears, blocking out the heckles being directed at her from the crowd. The Stranger then stops using his palms as muffs and starts employing them to massage Kordy’s shoulders, getting the tension out of her muscles.
Greyson: Kordy getting a massage before heading back into the ring.
Sparkles: If she needed a rub, I have hands tailor-made for reaching those tense spots.
Greyson: Suuuure you do, Sparkles. Suuure you do.
Finally Kordy detaches from the Stranger and returns to the squared circle, getting some last minute advice in the process. Once in the ring she and Gavin lock up in a collar elbow, once again fighting for control. Eventually Gavin manages to swing around under Kordy’s arm and force it behind her back, applying a hammerlock submission hold.
Kordy will not stay in any submission for very long, swinging her free arm into a back elbow aimed at Gavin’s face. But he ducks under the shot and releases the hammerlock, allowing Kordy’s back elbow to carry her around so that her gut ends up wedged to his chest. Gavin charges her spine first into the turnbuckle then stands up in front of his opponent and goes for a right hand on her face. Kordy ducks out of the way though, causing Gavin to go spiraling into the turnbuckle, falling back first into it and then exposing his face to the palm strike Kordy is about to employ. But Gavin suddenly drops to his seat and rolls under the ropes, avoiding the shot.
Once at ringside, Gavin approaches the Stranger and begins to tap at his own shoulders, Gavin insisting on a massage. The crowd chuckles but the Stranger scowls beneath his mask, eyes not focused on Gavin’s shoulders, but on the veins beating through the surface of his neck.
Sparkles: Gavin wants a massage too.
Greyson: I’ll tell him to come your way.
Sparkles: Uhhhh, sorry, but Sparkles only massages the ladies.
After playing around with the Stranger at ringside Gavin gets back to business upon sliding into the ring. He stands up in front of Kordy, who is gesturing for her opponent to lock up with her in another collar elbow. Gavin steps in and we’re right back to square one, both athletes fighting to achieve that all important opening momentum. Eventually they struggle right into the turnbuckle with Gavin’s back ending up pressed against it. Kordy suddenly breaks the hold and goes for a palm thrust that Gavin manages to just barely side step. The momentum of her missed strike causes Kordy to spiral into the corner, falling back first against it and exposing herself to the big right hand that Gavin has intended for her jaw. Somehow Kordy manages to avoid it. She drop to her seat though and then slide, not under the ropes, but through Gavin’s legs. She then stands up behind the challenger and grabs the arm she threw the storage container on top of several weeks ago. She folds it up and into the hammerlock before Gavin attempts to counter by swinging his free arm around into a back elbow. But Kordy ducks down and misses the shot then wedges her shoulder to Gavin’s ribs after his missed back elbow sent him into a full spin. Kordy now goes to charge Gavin backwards into the turnbuckle but Gavin manages to counter by leaving his feet and jumping over her shoulder. He then grabs Kordy around the waist and drags her down into the sunset flip.
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Kordy manages to kick out and roll over backwards to her feet before building some serious steam behind a clothesline. She barrels teeth first right into Gavin’s fist. The swift punch knocks Kordy off of her feet and into the canvas.
Sparkles: POW!
Greyson: No need to ADD sound effects, Sparkles, we could hear that punch clear on the other side of the country.
Sparkles: Gavin finally hitting it.
The punch has Kordy clasping at her face and rolling across the canvas to her knees. She looks badly shaken up by the blow that Gavin looks to take advantage of. He goes charging chest first right into a double open hand palm thrust to his chest unleashed by Kordy.
Greyson: The HADOUKEN!
Kordy even employs a Ryu from Street Fight style posture when delivering the blow that has Gavin corkscrewing through the air.
Sparkles: What did she just launch into Gavin’s body?
Greyson: Her own palms, Sparkles. Her own palms.
Gavin rolls across the canvas clasping at his bruised sternum and then ends up in the ropes, desperately trying to get up. He manages to stand just in time for Kordy to charge in and hit him with another palm thrust, this time directly to his jaw. The blow sends Gavin flipping back over the ropes then crashing across the mats.
Kordy isn’t through using her hand, rushing across the ring with the intention of delivering the suicide diving palm thrust. The diving palm strike crushes Gavin’s face, driving his nose back into his skull and his body back into the barricade. Gavin falls over the barrier into the stands while Kordy rises slowly to her feet and bows honorably towards the crowd.
Now Kordy returns her focus to her challenger, making her way towards him when Gavin suddenly springs out of the crowd, to the top of the barricade then launches himself off into a flying superman punch. Gavin soars over the mats and into the absolutely vicious punch right across Kordy’s brow.
Greyson: Gavin turning himself into a flesh and blood video game character as well with that flying punch.
Sparkles: Well Kordy will retaliate against this blow by ripping the flesh and blood right out of Gavin.
The crowd is getting oh so loud as Gavin leaps back to his feet and then grabs Kordy by the hair, forcing her into the ring. Gavin climbs up to the apron and begins to slip through the ropes when Kordy suddenly catches him around the neck. She then folds one of Gavin’s arms around behind his back, placing it in a hammerlock and going for the Can Opener DDT. She is about to drag Gavin through the ropes and shatter his skull, but Gavin pulls back, freeing his head from Kordy’s front chancery. He stands up on the apron, grabs the top rope and pulls himself over only to be caught right under the jaw with a leaping knee strike. Gavin is sent spiraling off the ropes and down to the apron.
Greyson: Gavin can’t catch a break.
Sparkles: Not true. Because I think Kordy’s knee just broke Gavin’s jaw…..hardy-har-har.
With urgency Kordy slips onto the apron and grabs Gavin around the neck, forcing him up to his feet and into a front chancery. She then hooks his arm behind his back, going for a Can Opener DDT that would drive her opponent’s face into the apron. Kordy is about to unleash her dreaded finishing move and potentially break Gavin’s skull wide open in the process. Gavin has another idea though, standing up and twisting just enough to back drop Kordy over the ropes into the ring. Kordy flips over and crashes into the canvas. Gavin then turns towards the ring and prepares to fly over the top rope only to have Kordy lunge into the air with a knee strike. But Gavin never made the leap over the cables, instead he was suckering Kordy in. Her knee hits nothing but air because Gavin only feigned lunging over the cables, and instead he now lunges through the ropes, hitting the airborne Kordy in the ribs with a high impact spear.
Greyson: GAVIN SET KORDY UP!
Sparkles: With a spear right through the ropes.
Kordy clasps at her ribs and rolls away from Gavin, looking as if she’s in some bad shape. Gavin is right there behind her, charging in and leaving his feet before dropping forehead first right into Kordy’s ribcage. She curls into a fetal position and tries to turn away from Gavin only to be caught and dead-lifted from the canvas into a gutwrench suplex. Kordy is flipped over and so is Gavin.
He rolls over backwards with his arms still clasped around Kordy’s waist, forcing her up to her feet and then delivering a second gutwrench suplex. And guess what, Gavin flipped back as well, turning this into a trifecta of moves. Gavin gets to his feet and lifts Kordy into the air, allowing her to dangle at his side only momentarily before delivering a THIRD gutwrench suplex.
Greyson: Both of these athletes busting out some innovative offense. I’ve never seen rolling gutwrench suplexes before.
Sparkles: You’ve also never seen a woman’s nipples. You’ve lived a very sheltered life, Lovejoy.
Gavin floats over once again, only not into another suplex, instead it’s into a pin.
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The lateral press and the triple gutwrench suplexes are not enough, Kordy defiantly kicking out then trying to reach her feet. Gavin isn’t going to make her ascent very easy. He swoops in beside Kordy, puts a shoulder to her spine and then heaves her up into the back drop suplex position only to twist her around and drive her down into a back breaker across his elevated knee. He does not allow Kordy to roll off of that knee either, placing one hand to her knee, and the other to her chin. He pushes down on both sides of her body, bending Kordy’s back at a very awkward angle.
Greyson: A modified bow and arrow stretch now applied, Gavin torqueing Kordy’s body over his knee….
Sparkles: I remember when Kordy use to torque all the time.
Greyson: That’s TWERK, not TORQUE you idiot.
The official asks Kordy if she gives, but she will not submit, even as her body is so badly contorted over the knee of her opponent. Finally she attempts to fight free, launching a knee into the air and aiming it at the side of Gavin’s face. But he pulls his head back out of the way of the knee and Kordy goes flipping backwards off of Gavin’s knee, landing on all fours. Gavin quickly stands up at her side, grabs her around the waist and deadlifts her from the ring into another gutwrench suplex.
Scratch that…
In the process of lifting Kordy and preparing to throw her back, Kordy twists her body, slides around Gavin’s hip and catches him around the thigh. She attempts to pull him down into the school boy only to have Gavin slap Kordy’s hand away from his thigh, then take hold of her wrist, dragging her through his legs so that she’s laying on the canvas in front of him. Gavin then reaches down to grab Kordy only to have her lift her boots into the air, wedge them to his chest and then push him back. Gavin staggers to the center of the ring, balances himself then dives back at Kordy with the leaping superman punch that leads his head right into a roundhouse kick. Kordy catches him in mid-flight, blasting him straight across his cheek with the devastating kick that knocks him to the canvas.
Greyson: The roundhouse kick out of….out of….
Sparkles: NOWHERE!
The blow has Gavin’s brain rattled and Kordy is about to shake him up even more. She drags Gavin up to his feet and blasts him across the forehead several times with forearm strikes. Kordy then goes for a spinning back kick to Gavin’s stomach only for her ankle to be caught in his clutches. Gavin holds Kordy by the ankle and then pushes her heel away from his gut. Kordy is sent spinning in a circle, turning back to face the punch aimed at her face, one she manages to avoid by catching Gavin’s arm. At first it looks like Kordy is about to go for the Hello Kordy, her arm bar variant, but instead she swings her back around and wedges it to Gavin’s, hooking his far arm and then going for the backslide. But Gavin reverses, pulling down on her arms instead, sending her flipping up and over his back, landing on her feet in front of him. Kordy then charges at Gavin only for him to stoop, catch her by the inbound thighs and then throw her over his head and towards the turnbuckle.
Kordy lands on the middle rope of the corner instead of smashing into it, and then steps up the turnbuckle to the top cable and springs off, twisting in mid-air then ultimately catching Gavin across the back of his head with ANOTHER roundhouse kick.
The stiff strike knocks Gavin through the ropes, spiraling down to the mats where he collapses across his knees. He slowly works his way back up to his feet, looking up just as Kordy leaps over the top rope, going for the crossbody. But Gavin steps out of the way, causing Kordy to change up her strategy, landing on her feet across the mats instead. At the same time Gavin is rolling into the ring, rushing across it into the far ropes and using them to build some momentum. He charges into the suicide diving headbutt, launching straight at Kordy and straight into a roundhouse kick straight across the temple.
Greyson: OOOH FUDGE!
Sparkles: Gavin going for the suicide dive but receiving the roundhouse kick just as he dove through the ropes.
Greyson: That was….that was…outta….
Sparkles: NOWHERE!
The stiff shot knocks Gavin out of the air, landing on his feet right across the outside mats. The crowd is squealing at the top of their lungs, finding themselves absolutely stunned by that sickening shot. Gavin slowly works his way up to his feet, clutching at his cheek and his forehead, then turning towards Kordy, who springs up to the apron then comes twisting off into ANOTHER roundhouse kick. The shot knocks Gavin around into the announce table, bouncing right off of its surface. He then falls to his back where he borders between consciousness and sleep. Kordy is about to help his mind make it’s choice. She climbs up onto the announce table, balances herself then takes to the air, going for the double stomp. Her feet crash, not into Gavin’s ribs, but into Gavin’s FACE.
Greyson: CHRIST ON A CRACKER!
Sparkles: Kordy with the double stomp….onto Gavin’s mug! Thank God it wasn’t Mayfield’s face though. God help me if anything ever happened to THAT face.
Kordy rolls across the mats to her feet and then leaps onto the apron, getting her balance, turning back towards Gavin then lunging into a SECOND double stomp. This time her feet come crashing down right onto Gavin’s bicep.
Greyson: Now Kordy attacking the ARM!
Sparkles: The face, the arm, Kordy’s assault is so sporadic.
Greyson: And yet so destructive.
Gavin is hurting all over, but all of his pain is primarily emanating from his arm. He is forced along to his feet and then placed in a hammerlock by Kordy, who pushes her opponent along shoulder and bicep first right into the exposed turnbuckle post. Gavin’s shoulder bounces off of the steel, causing him to stumble back into Kordy’s waiting hands. She turns him around, places him in a hammerlock then charges him at the steel steps, throwing him along shoulder first into the stairs.
Gavin’s arm crashes into the steps amidst an outcry from the fans. The Evolution Champion rolls into the ring then right back out to break up the official’s ten count. She then grabs Gavin by the arm and places it over the steel steps, stretching his bicep across it. Kordy climbs up onto the apron, then to the top rope, looking down at Gavin and then staring towards the screeching crowd.
Fans: KORDY’S GONNA KILL YOU! KORDY’S GONNA KILL YOU!
Kordy takes to the air, crashing down feet first with a double stomp right into the steps. Luckily Gavin manages to move his arm out of the way in the nick of time, tucking it to his stomach and wrapping his body around it. He then comes charging at Kordy, and throws a punch only to have his arm caught and for Kordy to leap off the steps, dragging his elbow and his bicep down into the stairs in the process. Gavin bounces off of the steel, then twists back towards the ring, rolling in under the ropes. He is still clutching at his arm as he rises to his feet then finds Kordy sliding into the ring beside him, charging across it and catching Gavin with a head scissors. But the head scissors transitions into a modified Octopus hold. She keeps her legs wrapped around Gavin’s neck while pulling back on his arm, about to snap it right out of its socket if need be.
Gavin bites down on the tongue that WANTS to say ‘I Quit’ He channels all of his remaining strength into charging sideways across the ring and ramming Kordy’s body right into the turnbuckle, causing her to break the Octopus Hold. She drops to her feet and then leaves them by lunging into the air twisting towards the turnbuckle, landing on the middle cable and springing off into…..you guessed it….a roundhouse kick. But this time Gavin manages to avert calamity by side stepping Kordy and then catching her across his chest.
Gavin prepares to drop back into a fallaway slam only to have Kordy transition in mid-air while flying over his head. She lands in an electric chair drop positon across Gavin’s shoulders, wrapping her legs around his neck and then falling forward, dragging him down into the victory roll.
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Gavin manages to reach up and wrap his arms around Kordy’s waist then rolls over backwards. Kordy ends up on her elbows and knees while Gavin ends up on his feet, stooped down over her back and wrapping his arms around her waist. Gavin heaves Kordy up into a German suplex only to have Kordy wrap her legs around Gavin’s ribs then fall forward, pulling her challenger down into ANOTHER roll up.
Referee Mayfield goes to make the count but Kordy suddenly transitions out of the pin into an arm grapevine, wrapping her legs around Gavin’s arm and then dropping to her back. She stretches Gavin’s arm out and squeezes the bicep between her thighs.
Greyson: What a sequence leading into the arm grapevine.
Sparkles: You know this is all a precursor to the Hello Kordy.
Greyson: That arm bar that has earned Kordy a number of submissions.
Kordy unleashes a loud cry.
Kordy: Tap! Tap! Tap!
Gavin will not acquiesce to this request. Instead he rolls over backwards, forcing Kordy to roll over to her chest as she continues to try and keep the grapevine established. Gavin manages to free his arm and grab Kordy’s legs in the process, lifting one into the air. However, Kordy tucks her head to her chin then rolls forward across the canvas to her feet. Gavin then comes charging in with the Real Men Use Lariats only to have Kordy spin around, lunge into the air, wedge her feet to Gavin’s chest and push him down with a modified double stomp on her standing opponent. Kordy lands on her feet after driving Gavin into the canvas.
Sparkles: Da hale!?!
Greyson: Standing stomp by Kordy. That was impressive.
Kordy stands tall in the ring and wears a prideful grin. The Stranger nods approvingly at ringside.
The attack continues, Kordy going after Gavin, grabbing his arm and pulling him over to his stomach. Kordy now goes to lock in her devastating submission hold but Gavin suddenly rolls over sideways, forcing Kordy into a backwards flip. She goes rolling over Gavin’s ribs, over the canvas and onto her feet before charging at Gavin and receiving the REAL MEN USE LARIATS.
The throat crushing blow sends Kordy flipping back and landing on her knees, looking groggy eyed.
Greyson: LARIAT!
Sparkles: Poor Kordy.
Kordy rolls across the canvas clutching at her throat while Gavin crawls away from her, unable to follow up with the pin. He grabs the ropes and uses them to stand, huffing and wheezing throughout the process. He then eyes Kordy TRYING to get to her feet, allowing her to get a knee before he swoops in and takes her around the waist. He lifts Kordy into a gutwrench, loading her on top of his shoulder and going for the Highlight of the Night. He steps forward to hit the move only to have Kordy twist her body, catch Gavin’s arm and force him down to the canvas into the HELLO KORDY.
Well…ALMOST.
Kordy is right on the cusp of applying he arm bar on Gavin’s injured bicep only for him to force his way back up to his feet. Kordy stands at his side, still trying to force him down into the submission. That’s when Gavin spins his body away from Kordy, freeing his arm in the process. Kordy turns around with him and right into ANOTHER Real Men Use Lariats. This one is followed by the pinfall, Gavin wedging his shoulders into the creases of Kordy’s elevated legs.
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Kordy suddenly pushes down with her legs, driving them into the back of Gavin’s shoulders and forcing him to the canvas face first. Kordy sits up on the back of Gavin’s head and neck before swinging her body around and grabbing his arm, lifting it up and going for the Hello Kordy once again.
Greyson: What a sensational counter into the Hello Kordy!
Sparkles: But she’s not got it locked in just yet, Gavin is fighting for all that he’s worth to block it.
Gavin realizes that if he doesn’t keep Kordy from trapping his arm in this submission, that his year long pursuit of the Evolution Title is over. So he digs down deep, tucks his chin to his chest and rolls forward across the canvas. Unfortunately for Gavin, Kordy is rolling right along with him, getting to her feet as well then transitioning around out of the Hello Kordy into a front chancery. She quickly tucks Gavin’s arm behind his back then delivers the Can Opener DDT.
Greyson: HOLY BAHAMA MAMA!
Sparkles: Kordy led Gavin right along into her finisher!
The DDT drives Gavin’s skull into the ring with such force, enough force to end his Evolution Title pursuit. Kordy crawls into the lateral press with referee Mayfield making the count, and the Stranger already entering the ring with the Evolution Title.
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Kordy gets to her seat with both arms raised, celebrating what was a truly hard fought victory. She stands up to embrace her win before Referee Mayfield leaps in front of her and points to Gavin’s foot draped over the bottom rope.
Greyson: Kordy retains the Evolution…
Sparkles: No, look-look, Gavin got his foot on the ropes before the three.
Greyson: Meaning this match wages on.
Kordy is beside herself when she hears this. She gets so aggravated that she all but loses her senses, charging at Gavin and beginning to pepper his now kneeling body with palm strikes and kicks. In spite of all of this, Gavin is still fighting his way up to his feet, waging a futile battle. Kordy steps to Gavin’s side at this point and nails a roundhouse kick to his chest, followed by another, and then a third, knocking him back into the ropes. Kordy then takes off across the ring, bounces off the far ropes and then comes charging back in at Gavin, lunging with both boots square into Gavin’s chest. The kick knocks him back through the ropes and to the outside of the ring.
Kordy prepares to take advantage, leaping over the top rope and to the apron, gesturing repeatedly for Gavin to stand up. The moment Gavin reaches his feet, Kordy rushes across the apron then dives off right into…Gavin’s REAL MEN USE LARIATS!
The fans erupt into a euphoric response at the sight of Kordy receiving the clothesline that sends her body crashing into the thin mats.
Greyson: A THIRD Real Men Use Lariats!
Sparkles: The most vicious one yet.
Gavin cradles his wounded arm across his chest, while his free hand takes Kordy by the hair, leading her up to her feet. He then rolls her into the ring and prepares to follow up with a pinfall, one that has been coming for so long. He crawls into the lateral press, using his one good arm to hook Kordy’s leg. Mayfield makes the count to a raucous response from the masses.
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The fans are about to blow out a lung screaming so loud, right on the verge of joining Gavin in celebration only to watch as Kordy’s arm launches from the canvas.
Greyson: SO CLOSE! SOOOO CLOSE!
Sparkles: Gavitron Taylor was a millisecond, a MILISECOND away from capturing the title.
An exasperated Gavin rises to his seat and slips his hands into sweat soaked hair. He HAS to be asking himself how much he has left, and how much Kordy can take. Gavin puts a lot of strain on his body by rising to his feet and taking Kordy around the wrist, pulling her along into a gutwrench. It looks like Gavin is once again about to set up for the Highlight of the Night only to have Kordy swing her body around right out of his arms and into a vicious clothesline only to have Gavin catch her by the arm and force her down into the canvas, applying the HELLO KORDY!
Greyson: Gavin’s got the Hello Kordy applied on Kordy! He’s got it locked it! He’s got it locked in!
Sparkles: On the very arm that Kordy injured herself!
The fans are on their feet chanting the very thing that Gavin is screaming.
Gavin: TAP! TAP! TAP!
Fans: TAP! TAP! TAP!
Everyone yearns to behold the exact same sight, Kordy submitting to her own submission hold. But she won’t do it, she won’t allow it. She puts her knees to the canvas and pushes herself up into a position where she can roll to her side, rolling away from Gavin and forcing him to flip back over her ribs. Gavin ends up landing on the back of his shoulders only for Kordy to push him over onto his stomach and reverse the Hello Kordy into the….HELLO KORDY.
Greyson: Now Kordy’s got it locked in!
Sparkles: Epic….absolutely epic!
Greyson: Is Gavin going to TAP-TAP-TAP?
Kordy leans back into the arm bar that has Gavin’s arm bent at such an awkward and gruesome angle. Somehow he’s hanging in there though, refusing to TAP-TAP-TAP. He pushes himself up onto his knees and screams at the top of his lungs, trying his absolute best to persevere through the trauma, through the pain. Finally he tucks his chin to his chest and rolls forward across the canvas, pulling Kordy over along with him. But Kordy quickly transitions around out of the Hello Kordy and attempts to go for the front chancery along the way to their feet. But Gavin side steps her arms, and wraps his own around her waist before heaving her up and draping her across his shoulder. Gavin then delivers the Highlight of the Night. The over the shoulder reverse neck breaker connects to an absolutely explosive response.
Greyson: The Highlight of the Night!
Sparkles: Will it be the Highlight of Gavin’s IWC career?
Gavin rolls into the lateral press, hooking both legs as the official Mayfield slides into position and emphatically slaps the canvas.
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The people rejoice as Ring Announcer Thomas Boll lunges to his feet and prepares to announce Gavin the victory. The microphone lowers from Thomas’ lips though, when referee Mayfield informs he, and the entire world, that Kordy just BARELY got her shoulder up.
Greyson: WWWWHHHHAAAT!?!
The crowd is asking themselves the very same question, looking on mystified at the sight of Kordy actually kicking out even after suffering that lethal reverse neck breaker variant. Gavin is sitting on the canvas with eyes about to burst from their sockets like they were loaded on springs.
Sparkles: It looked like Gavin was a fraction of a second away from winning this match.
Greyson: But Kordy does what she does better than any other, blows your mind.
Desperation begins to set in for Gavin and Kordy alike. The two slowly work their way up to their feet with bodies extremely fatigued. In spite of his exhaustion Gavin reaches out and grabs Kordy by the hair, forcing her up to her knees. He then takes off into the ropes, and prepares to ricochet off of them before the Stranger leaps to the apron behind him and pulls down on the top cable. As a result Gavin’s back hits the ropes and he goes flipping over them to the outside of the ring.
Gavin lands on the mats with the crowd jumping all over Kordy’s advisor, the Stranger, lashing out based on his interference.
Greyson: And now the Stranger doing what he does best, cheats like crazy.
Sparkles: He’s not cheating, he’s protecting.
Official Mayfield shouts over the ropes at the Stranger, threatening to disqualify Kordy based on the masked man’s actions. The Stranger is so preoccupied with the referee that he doesn’t even see Gavin stepping in and grabbing him by the lapel of his jacket. Gavin thrusts him about violently, threatening to give the Stranger whiplash. That’s when Kordy comes rushing across the ring and leaps over top of Mayfield’s back, over top of the ropes and ultimately into a corkscrew crossabody that sends her crashing right into Gavin’s chest.
Kordy and Gavin hit the mats and rest there for only a moment or two, the pair trying their best to recover. An exasperated Kordy rolls Gavin back into the ring and then enters herself. Eventually Gavin’s head falls back into Kordy’s clutches, as she sets him up for the Can Opener DDT. But Gavin suddenly spins right out of the front chancery then charges into the Real Men Use Lari…..not this time…Kordy catches Gavin coming in with a small package.
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The crowd’s reaction actually shakes the foundation of the Manhattan Center in response to Kordy catching Gavin with such an incredibly close NEARFALL. Gavin manages to roll his shoulder from the canvas, JUST getting it up in time.
The Stranger has seen enough of all of this, climbing up onto the apron and then reaching into his pocket, retrieving a handful of something. The Manhattan Center fills with the sounds of harrowing screams at the sight of the Stranger lifting his palm into the air, sand spilling out from between his fingers.
Greyson: Greeeeat, the Stranger has a handful of dust, the very substance that cost Andre the Evolution Title back at Upping the Ante.
Sparkles: And it’s about to cost Gavin the exact same thing.
The Stranger pulls back his hand and is about to throw the dust into the eyes of the rising Gavin. That’s when to the surprise of everyone gathered in the Manhattan Center, Gavin is spared a potential blinding by of all people….TINA VALENTINE!
The Duchess grabs the Stranger by the ankle and drags him down off of the apron. She then catches the Stranger by the back of the head and throws him along right into the barricade. His body bounces off of the steel and goes down to the mats at Tina’s feet. She turns her eyes back to the ring where Kordy is watching and brimming with rage.
Greyson: Tina…Tina ATTACKING the Stranger. Retaliation for what happened earlier tonight.
Sparkles: Kordy and the Stranger cost Tina her Queen of the Ring Title, and now she’s out for some retribution.
Greyson: And she saves Gavin in the process.
Kordy glares over the ropes and shouts at Tina, the distraction causing her to be caught from behind. Gavin grabs Kordy around the waist and rolls her over backwards into a pinning predicament, ending up seated across the back of Kordy’s thighs.
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The crowd erupts into a wave of sheer hysteria as the referee’s hand comes down to the canvas for the third and final time.
Greyson: WAIT! HOLD ON!
Sparkles: No-effin-way.
The crowd is rendered hoarse as a result of the image they just witnessed in the center of the ring, Gavin successfully pinning Kordy’s shoulders to the canvas.
Greyson: I-I-I don’t believe this.
Sparkles: You’re going to be cutting dingleberries out of my furry bottom, cause I think I just shat myself.
Sparkles isn’t the only one who will need a fresh pair of undershorts judging by the crowd’s response. Kordy, who kicked out just a second after the three, drops to her knees and grabs at her bangs, looking absolutely SHOCKED! It doesn’t truly register with her what just happened before her eyes veer towards the man standing above her in celebration. Her eyes then adjust to the smile that consumes Tina’s face at ringside.
Greyson: Ga-Ga-Gavin has-has-has….
Sparkles: Stop STAMMERING!
Greyson: He’s won it!
The reaction from the crowd reverberates from the walls of the Manhattan Center at the sight of Gavin rising to his feet in the middle of the ring where referee Mayfield hands him the Evolution Championship. Gavin looks awe struck as he stares into his sweaty reflection in the surface of the title. A belt he has worked for over a year to capture at long last draws close to his cheek. He wedges the Evolution Title to his face then falls to his knees where he absorbs this win. He soaks in undoubtedly the greatest victory of his IWC career. The belt falls across the canvas and Gavin bows down with his forehead wedged to its surface.
Greyson: What a moment for Gavin, a moment he has been pursuing since the very day the IWC opened its doors, since the invention of the Evolution Title.
Sparkles: I hate that Kordy lost the title, but I have to admit that Gavin’s victory is a well-deserved one.
Gavin rises to his knees with tears clotting his eyes and the Evolution Title strewn across his forearms. After a long and deliberate struggle Gavin leaps to his feet and lifts his championship above his head, getting an incredible ovation from the fans.
Greyson: What an AMAZING moment. Gavin Taylor, after so long, after so much hard work and effort, he captures his first singles title.
Sparkles: I know that Serenity has been talking about transforming Karen McBride, but it looks to me like Gavin Taylor is the one who has transformed, and that transformation is now complete.
Madison Chase now comes racing down the ramp and slides into the ring before slipping her arms around her husband’s head. She plants a huge kiss on his cheek, which overwhelms Gavin with such emotion. He rushes across the ring and goes absolutely spastic as he leaps to the middle rope, thrusting the Evolution Title into the air with both palms. The crowd is giving him the standing ovation he so justly deserves.
The only people not celebrating this triumphant moment are Kordy and the Stranger, who are bolting up the ramp, going straight after Tina Valentine in retaliation for what she just did to them. The trio leaves Gavin behind in the ring where he continues to celebrate this incredible moment. He finally drops down from the turnbuckle and steps towards his wife once again, the two embracing in a passionate hug. Gavin brushes Maddie’s hair back from her cheek and plants his own kiss on her face. She is hard-pressed to do it, but she breaks away from her husband and requests a microphone. Maddie does not steal even a second of her Gavin’s shine, saying nothing and just handing him the mic.
Fans: SPEECH! SPEECH! SPEECH!
Gavin is way ahead of them, trying to speak but finding his words clotted in his throat by emotion.
Gavin: Hot damn….
Gavin holds the Evolution Title in a single palm now, the straps folded up behind the big gold plate that he is so mesmerized by.
Gavin: For once, I have no idea what to say.
The crowd says it for him, chanting his name at the top of their lungs.
Gavin: One year ago…
His loss for words was very short lived.
Gavin: I said I was going to become the Evolution Champion, and dammit, I MEANT IT! In the words of my sister in law….I DID IT! I DID IT! I DID IT!!
The fans join in with this chant inspired by Gavin’s sister-in-law, Taylor Chase.
Gavin: I faced so many obstacles…so much bullshit, but here I am standing before you….God it’s hard to actually believe it….
Again Gavin is overcome with a swell of emotion that makes it difficult to keep his sentences straight.
Gavin: There are so many people I want to thank right now. My wife, for starters….
Maddie curtsies.
Gavin: And in spite of our strained relationship, I want to thank Tabitha too….But there’s one man I owe this win to above any other. A man who was generous enough to afford me this opportunity. I’m talking about you, Andre Jordan.
The response is deafening for Gavin’s partner in Team Epic.
Gavin: You sacrificed your number one contendership for the Evolution Title so that I could stand here in this ring, at this moment holding this title. So this moment of celebration is just as much yours, as it is mine. Come on out here Dre, join me, bro.
All eyes immediately shift to the stage in anticipation of Andre’s arrival. Yet they just keep on waiting, and waiting and waiting. All that anticipation culminating to a big fat NOTHIN. Andre never shows up.
Greyson: Well, where is he?
Sparkles: No sight of Andre.
BACKSTAGE
Kordy: Where are you Tina? Kordy’s gonna make you tap-tap-tap!
The normally crazed Kordy is behaving a bit more eccentric than normal as he storms through a corridor in search of the woman who just cost her the Evolution Title. The Stranger follows along behind Kordy, seething just as loud, if not louder than she is. The pair makes their way down the hall with vengeance clouding their minds.
Kordy: Kordy’s gonna kill you!
The duo step down the corridor before being stopped by a figure not too unfamiliar with Kordy. One Kordy’s newest besties, Jessica Wilde, who has had a HORRIBLE night in own right blocks Kordy’s path. All the while Wilde is wearing the Extraordinary Title. The very belt that the Shilo Valiant, in his shocking IWC debut, singled out as his motive for coming to the company, targeting Wilde based on her ownership of the belt.
Wilde: Kordy, you’re JUST who I was looking for.
Kordy: What do you want? You know where Tina is? Kordy wants to tear Tina apart.
Wilde: I ummm don’t know where Tina is. But I saw what she just did to you, and uuh-ummm….
Kordy: Out with it.
Wilde: I want you to have this.
The Extraordinary Title is forced into Kordy’s hands.
Kordy: What is this?
Wilde: I know you just lost your title thanks to Tina, so here you go, take mine.
Kordy: Uhhh thanks? Why are you giving this to Kordy?
Wilde’s panicked eyes get very shifty, still looking out for Shilo, the very scary individual after the title she just pawned off on Kordy.
Wilde: No reason.
An uneasy grin forms on Wilde’s face before she takes off and leaves Kordy to continue holding the belt and continue looking for Tina. Kordy and the Stranger go about their business, walking down the corridor and passing right by SIN officials Stuart Wright, Alex Ingelson and Patrick Fitzpatrick. Ingelson and Fitzpatrick stand on opposite sides of Wright, who is still hurting after he was tossed to the outside mats earlier in the night.
Ingelson: So what are we to do regarding Mayfield’s challenge?
Wright: What do you think? We’re going to answer it.
Fitzpatrick: But ummm, the guy looks a little ‘homicidal,’ doesn’t he?
Ingelson: Should’ve figured he’d behave like a petulant child when we stood up against him and stood up for the Sinistry.
Wright: And that’s who we represent now. The SINISTRY. We’ve got to make them proud. We’ve got to put an end to Mayfield and do it right this second.
Ingelson: We must not allow him to interfere in the plans of our Masters this evening.
Wright: Yup. Ba’al and Kloe (Masters), they hand selected me to officiate the SIN Title match tonight, and I’m not about to let Marcus go and screw that up.
Fitzpatrick: You’ll make the perfect referee for that title match, Wright.
Wright: Absolutely. I mean, it’s not like I would bend the rules just a little to keep that title away from Taylor Chase.
Ingelson: Nooo…of course not.
Fitzpatrick: That’s crazy talk.
Wright: And there’s been enough talk already. It’s time to silence Mayfield.
Fitzpatrick: He will not interfere in your plans for Taylor Chase’s title match tonight.
Wright: Her title match? Let’s call it exactly what it is. Her crucifixion.
The referees chuckle while heading down the corridor, walking away from the door that was located behind them. The door slowly opens and a familiar figure steps out, the co-holder of the Tag Team Titles, Scott Cannon. He stops just shy of fully exiting the room, Taylor Chase’s ‘stalker’ and former friend watching the SIN referees walk away and listening to their plans for the love of his life.
IN RING
Mere seconds after the culmination of Gavin Taylor’s over year-long pursuit of the Evolution Title concluded in the ring, cameras find a far different sight transpiring in the squared circle. Head Referee Marcus Mayfield is stood on the canvas and clutching a microphone, making good on his vow to call out Stuart Wright and the rest of the SIN officiating staff.
Mayfield: Wright, Fitzpatrick, Ingelson…I told the three of you that you had until the conclusion of the Evolution Title match to come to this ring and answer for your actions throughout the night. Now if you don’t come out here, I’m afraid I’ll be forced to go back there.
Marcus points directly at the curtains, referring to the backstage area.
Mayfield: It’s like I said before Kordy and Gavin tore the house down in this ring, I am not about to allow the three of you to further infect this company with the SIN doctrine. I will not allow you to further influence the outcomes of tonight’s matches, especially the World Title bout. You will not manipulate….
Wright: Manipulate? You want to talk about manipulation?
Stuart Wright makes his way through the curtains clutching a microphone while Ingelson and Ftizpatrick nip at his heels. The three SIN officials make their way down the ramp, drawing nearer to Mayfield, who prepares to employ his extensive wrestling knowledge to battle them back if need be. While Ingelson and Fitzpatrick, the very same men who stabbed Mayfield in the back several months ago, make their way up opposing steel steps, Wright remains at ringside, clinging to his microphone. Mayfield watches Ingelson and Fitzpatrick, never taking his eyes off the turncoats, two men who joined the Sinistry initiative to take over the IWC.
Wright: The way we see it, Mayfield, you’re the manipulator! You’re words are dangerous, and they have caused so much pain and suffrage for Fitzpatrick and Ingelson. You made the two of them believe in this ridiculous idea that by doing everything right and following the letter of the law, that they would be respected and admired. But how many times have they been attacked by Aerik Walker? How many times have they been threatened by the roster? Your ideas threatened their safety Mayfield, and only now that they have joined me in pledging our devotion to the Sinistry, do they have the power and influence they craved.
Mayfield turns towards Ingelson, who already has one foot through the ropes.
Wright: You paint US as the villains here, Mayfield, as a detriment to this company, but it’s your influence that has been corrosive to both this federation and to its officiating staff. And it’s you who must be dealt with. Ingelson, Fitzpatrick, finish this so that I can concentrate on officiating the main event tonight, and then getting to the local high-schools to watch some cheerleader competitions.
Ingelson proves to be nothing but a distraction, Mayfield so focused on him that he doesn’t see Fitzpatrick charging in behind him. Or at least that’s what Mayfield wanted Fitzpatrick to believe. Mayfield sidesteps Fitzpatrick, takes him by the back of the head then charges him right into Ingelson. The two crash into one another with Ingelson falling through the ropes and Fitzpatrick staggering back into Mayfield’s clutches.
Mayfield bridges Fitzpatrick back into position for the Spin Cycle. The modified cutter is about to connect before Wright bashes Mayfield in the back of his head with the microphone. Mayfield drops Fitzpatrick and then drops to the canvas where Wright, Fitzpatrick and Ingelson join together in stomping away at his body. The head referee tries to cover his skull as he’s overwhelmed by the SIN officiating staff.
That’s when the odds are evened up a little when the IWC referees Arnie Ficklebottom and Michelle Blacker come bolting into the ring. The pair slips into the ring but before they can do anything they are cut off by Wright.
Wright: It’s about time…
Ficklebottom and Blacker exchange a confused glance.
Wright:…We’ve been waiting for the two of you to join us.
More confused glances.
Wright: Join us in DESTROYING Marcus Mayfield, and setting yourselves free from the shackles he would see forced upon you. Forget honor, forget doing what’s right. It’s time the two of you did what feels good.
Apparently Blacker and Ficklebottom agree, hence why the two immediately begin to exchange blows with Fitzpatrick and Ingelson. The crowd erupts as the officials go back and forth caught up in this huge brawl. Wright looks disgusted by the actions of Ficklebottom and Blacker, leaving the pair behind. He rolls under the ropes and backs up the ramp, shouting towards the ring at Fitzpatrick and Ingelson, demanding that his fellow SIN officials deal with this. But what they should have been dealing with is the threat being posed to Wright at that very moment.
Wright has no idea that he’s backing right into a peril far greater than the one presented by the IWC referees in the ring. He doesn’t realize the calamity he’s in store for until he finds his back hitting the chest of Scott Cannon. The co-holder of the IWC Tag Team Titles, and faithful Taylor Chase proponent, taps Wright on the shoulder. The referee’s eyes widen and his face goes white as he spins around and finds his face instantly crushed by Cannon’s bullhammer elbow.
The blow crushes Wright’s face, collapsing it like a tin can. He collapses to his back after the sickening blow just delivered by Cannon, who now watches as Fitzpatrick and Ingelson are simultaneously clotheslined over opposite ropes by Ficklebottom and Blacker. Once the SIN officials are knocked from the ring, the IWC staff are capable of returning their focus to Mayfield, taking him by the arms and aiding his addled body. Mayfield can barely stand, suffering the repercussions of that particularly nasty blow to the back of his skull via the microphone.
Eventually he is led out of the ring, making room for the man who now comes rolling into it. Scott, sans the Tag Team Title belt, steps to the center of the squared circle, stoops and takes a microphone off the canvas.
Scott: Well, doesn’t this create quite the dilemma for the IWC?
Scott gestures to Wright sprawled out across the ramp, and Mayfield being assisted up it.
Scott: Looks to me like neither SIN Head Referee Stuart Wright, nor IWC Head Referee Marcus Mayfield, are in any positon to officiate tonight’s main event between Taylor Chase and Ba’al. So how do we go about fixing this problem? Who could possibly handle the responsibility of officiating such an important contest?
The smirk on Scott’s face pretty much serves as proper forewarning for his intentions.
Scott: How about a man who has quite the vaunted history as a referee? Someone who’s judged his fair share of high profile matches? I think if any one man on this roster can handle the responsibility of refereeing Ba’al versus Taylor Chase, then that man is ME.
There is a split reaction to Scott’s statement. Several fans endorsing it, others not so much.
Scott: I’ve officiated number one contenders matches, crucifixion matches, the whole nine yards. So I think I can handle a World Title match.
Kloe: Do you now Scott? That’s practically adorable.
The Cartel-tron fills with a scene emanating from the backstage area where Kloe Masters stands beside the imposing brute Hunter Locke. The two are standing just outside of the door that leads to the very room where Katelyn Buehler has been imprisoned throughout much of the night.
Kloe: How could you think, in a million years, that we would ever entrust YOU to fairly, and impartially referee the main event. Your bias against the Sinistry, and your affections for Taylor Chase, are all pretty much public record. So I’m afraid, my answer is….
Scott: Whoa, hold on Kloe, I think we got our signals crossed.
Scott finally retaliates from ringside.
Scott: Who said I was asking for your permission?
This statement elicits quite the reaction both from the fans and from Kloe, though their responses vastly differ.
Scott: If I said I’m going to officiate the main event tonight, then that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
Kloe: Over my dead body Scott.
Scott: That can be arranged.
The microphone drops out of Scott’s hand and his body goes rolling under the ropes before starting up the ramp and towards the backstage area. The expression on Kloe’s face changes, realizing that Scott is coming after her. She quickly makes a throat cutting gesture with her finger, the Cartel-tron going black. At last Greyson and Sparkles, the commentating duo, are able to offer their slant on all this insanity, their voices heard in the background.
Greyson: Scott Cannon making it clear, he wants to officiate the main event, and Kloe Masters is keeping him from doing just that.
Sparkles: Hence why he’s storming up the ramp to get his hands on our Majority Owner.
Greyson: Will Cannon earn the opportunity to be the special guest referee for the main event by tearing Kloe apart?
Sparkles: Stranger things have happened.
BACKSTAGE
Scott Cannon is on a mission, one that takes him through the backstage corridor and towards Majority Owner Kloe Masters. His Kevlar gloves are slowly slipping over his fingers and encasing his fists. His knuckles are properly cushioned in anticipation of landing a few blows.
Nothing will cushion Kloe’s face however from the fists on the verge of connecting with it. That’s why she is noticeably aghast at the visual of Scott closing the distance between them. The camera looks over his shoulder, capturing Scott’s target in the distance. Standing down the hall are Kloe, and Hunter Locke, who is still guarding the door leading to Katelyn’s makeshift prison.
Kloe turns away from the camera she was speaking into moments ago during her back and forth spat with Scott, now seeing him barreling down upon her.
Scott: Here I am Kloe, as advertised.
Kloe’s breathing becomes heavier, face flashing with fear as Cannon comes towards her with his gloves tightened around his clinched fist.
Kloe: Hunter…Hunter stop him.
The Head of SIN security steps away from the door he’s been guarding this whole night and goes after Cannon, moving to protect Kloe. Cannon sees Hunter coming, which is why he picks up a wooden palette leaning against the wall. He heaves it into the air and catches Hunter completely off guard by throwing the palette directly into his face. The wood cracks around Hunter’s head. He is taken down to the ground, clutching at his wounded skull.
Scott: Think he was going to stop me?
Kloe takes off running with a panic stricken expression on her face, Scott continuing after her.
Scott: Keep on running Kloe, I’ll still find you, and you WILL name me the special guest referee for tonight.
Scott comes to a sudden stop, with his eyes drifting from one target to another. He reaches out and grabs the doorknob leading to the room where Katelyn is trapped. He reaches out and removes the key to the knob, unlocking the door then pushing it open.
We can now see Katelyn Buehler sitting on the floor inside of the room, her back propped to the wall, her legs crossed and the floor in front of her filled with playing cards. She takes one card after another out of the deck in her hands before tossing them across the room, aiming at but ultimately missing a small wastebasket. Eventually she turns her eyes from the playing cards to the man standing in the doorway.
Scott: Can Katelyn come out to play?
IN RING
Sienna: Scott Cannon, sorry to tell you this sweety, but you will NOT be the special guest referee for tonight’s main event.
Normally the fans would be crawling over one another to get a closer view of Sienna Swann in a nursing outfit. Not this time though, instead they back away from Sienna when seeing who she is administering all of her nursing care too. Silas Mason goes on playing up the extent of injures inflicted on him several weeks on Breakdown, employing a keyboard mounted on his wheelchair to cruise out onto the stage. He goes on doing his best Stephen Hawking impersonation. Actually, Stephen Hawking is probably contacting his lawyers at the moment.
Sienna: Silas has got his own plans for the World Title match and they do not involve you.
If Silas could nod, he would. Well he can, be he won’t.
Sienna: You will not help Tay-Tay win the title. There is only ONE person she can turn to to make her champion tonight, and that person is my honey bunny Silas Mason.
Sienna stoops down beside Silas and dabs the corner of his mouth with a napkin, cleaning away the saliva. Silas’ fingers begin to tap the buttons on his keyboard, and a computerized voice filters out of the speakers built into the wheelchair.
Silas: Either Taylor comes begging Sandwich for help tonight…
Silas rolls his eyes before going back to typing.
Silas: Please excuse the predicative type. I meant, either Taylor comes begging Silas for help tonight, or I will make sure she does not walk out of here with the World Title.
The boos are so loud even Sienna’s palms wedged to Silas’ ears can block out the sound.
Silas: Threaten me all you want, Taylor, I still have control of your contract, and I still hold your destiny in my hand. So after this match has concluded, I expect you to come to me, Baby Doll, and come on your knees.
Sienna: You owe everything to this man, Tay-Tay. So you better start showing him your appreciation. Just like the rest of us here in Silas World. Just like me, just like my trainer Blue Eyes, just like the Dragon, and just like Baby Spice…..
On cue “Haunted” by Taylor Swift begins playing through the speakers and through the curtains strides none other than the very woman Sienna just name dropped. Baby Spice AKA Marie Jones makes her way to the stage followed by her mother and fellow Silas World member, Angelica. The two stop on the stage and listen to the waves of hate that are washing down upon them. The crowd’s reactions are ignored, Marie’s focus on Silas and Silas alone.
Marie: Sienna is right.
The moment Marie speaks into her microphone, her intro track begins to fade out in the background.
Marie: We all, each and every one of us, owe a tremendous debt to Silas Mason, a person who above all else is a man of his word. Every promise that he’s made to us, he’s fulfilled. He told me that he would get the courtroom footage of my trial against Abigail Lindsey and reveal her testimony to the world. He did just that. He told me that when I acquired him as an agent, that a match against Abigail would be guaranteed. And guess who I’m about to face in a matter of minutes here….Thaaaaat’s right, Abigail ‘Identity Theft’ Lindsey herself. Silas promised to treat me like a crowned jewel, and that’s just what he’s done. So Taylor, answer me this…..why? Why do you loathe Silas? Why don’t you trust him? Are his business methods a little unorthodox? Of course. But it takes an unorthodox approach to get things done in this business. You have to keep people on their heels, and that’s exactly what Silas does. So stop threatening him, and start respecting him. Come back to us, come back to Silas, and come back begging him to help you win that Championship tonight. I don’t think you’ll like the outcome of the main event if you don’t.
Silas: Speaking of main events, let’s get to the true main event.
Marie cups her ear and leans towards the speaker embedded in Silas’ wheelchair.
Silas: Let’s get to the match pitting the crowned jewel of my agency against the woman who likes to think she is a threat to everything that I have built.
Marie: I think we’ve made the world wait long enough, Silas. I think it’s time that I get what I’ve been after for nearly six months. It’s time for The Phoenix to leave Serenity in ASHES!
BACKSTAGE
Speaking of the devil…
Serenity is making her way down the corridor. Beside her stands Willow Wilkes, her most loyal and ardent friend. She follows right along with Serenity as the two near a ring presently occupied by Marie Jones.
Willow: I still say you should have talked to your ex.
Serenity: Closure with Marie first, closure with Katelyn later….
Lohan: ABI!
The elevated and angered voice of Brittany Lohan compels her sister to stop. Serenity starts to look over her shoulder at the inbound Lohan but never gets her head fully turned. Willow puts her finger to Serenity’s chin, forcing her eyes back towards the entrance tunnel.
Willow: You’re right, this issue between you and Marie, it’s been building for too long for you to lose focus now. Keep your mind on Marie, I’LL handle your sister.
Serenity: Are you sure?
Willow: What are best friends for?
Serenity proceeds down the corridor, wasting no more time on her sister, Lohan.
Lohan: Get back here Abi, you have a lot of explaining….
Such tunnel vision is shown by Lohan, that she doesn’t even notice Willow standing in her way, looking right through her at Serenity heading for the ring.
Willow: Blue Eyes-Blue Eyes-Blue Eyes, now is not the time.
Lohan stops only to acknowledge the finger wedged to her clavicle, not taking kindly to this invasion of her personal space.
SERENITY VS. MARIE JONES
The tense situation backstage cannot even begin to compare the tense situation about to take place inside of the ring. Marie Jones is presently inside of the squared circle, doing some last second stretches in anticipation of her eagerly anticipated showdown with Serenity. Greyson and Sparkles sound just as excited as Marie, the commentators eagerly speaking up with their voices heard in the background.
Greyson: Marie Jones is about as ready as she’ll ever be for what’s about to happen next, Sparkles.
Sparkles: I’ve got my comb ready too Abigail.
Greyson: Marie won’t be using any combs on Serenity. Not after all that’s happened between these two ladies, who have been at odds for the better part of 2014.
Sparkles: Yup-yup-yup. Their issues have really intensified ever since Marie Jones joined up with Silas Mason a mere week after we found out that Silas slept with Serenity’s fiancée, Katelyn Buehler.
Greyson: Talk about a fucked up situation.
Sparkles: And it’s a situation that gets more and more fucked with every week. We’ve seen everything employed in this feud between Serenity and Marie. They’ve played their respective sisters off of one another, they’ve thrown each other into cages, stolen identities, thrown each other into chairs, hit each other with bats…..
Greyson: So much has gone down between them over the past six months, and now we finally get it, Serenity, Jones, one on one, Silas World is not at ringside, Serenity’s friends not at ringside. This ends the way it needs to end.
Sparkles: And the winner gets to have me personally comb their hair.
Greyson: Yeeeah, Sparkles, yeeeeah.
Marie is through stretching and is now leaning with her back to the turnbuckle, fierce gaze locked on the entry way. Her gaze threatens to burn the curtains to ashes, and now Serenity steps into the path of that fiery gaze. “Evil Ways” by Blue Saraceno is the tune fed through the speakers while the entrance canal gives birth to Serenity, spitting her out to the stage. She stands there for only a moment with black and white strobes flashing on opposite side and her head lowered, palms extended out to her side where they shake. The mask around her face cannot shield the passion we see in her eyes as they rise from the stage and center on the face of the woman who has made her life a living hell over the past six months. After pulling a deep breath in her lungs, Serenity comes bolting for the squared circle. Marie greets her, rolling out of the ring and charging to the base of the ramp where she and Serenity immediately begin to trade punches.
Greyson: YEEEAAH! THIS IS HOW YOU START A MATCH!
Sparkles: This match EXPLODING before the bell can even be rung.
The fans are jumping around excitedly in the stands as Marie and Serenity light each other up with these punches that they’ve been waiting so incredibly long to unleash. Finally Marie stops punching and starts chopping. She delivers a knife edge chop across Serenity’s chest that gets a European Uppercut in response. Marie is staggered back and now Serenity wedges a shoulder to her gut, charging her spine first across the mats before ultimately throwing her back first into the apron. Marie crashes into the hardened section of the ring, bridging her back over it and grimacing in pain. Serenity backs away from her bitter rival and then leaps back in with a big stinger splash. Marie barely gets out of the way in time, causing Serenity’s ribs to catch the apron, doubling her over.
Marie then takes Serenity by the hair, pulls her away from the ring and then swings her face right back into it. Serenity bounces off of the apron then goes staggering into the steel steps. Marie comes charging in after her and grabs the back of Serenity’s head, attempting to drive it down into the steel steps. But Serenity slaps her palms down onto the stairs, refusing to have her face driven into them. She then hits a back elbow to Marie’s ribs, grabs Marie by the back of her head and drives her forehead into the stairs.
Marie goes spiraling away from the stairs clasping at her face, then moving her hands defensively towards her back. Serenity charges in and delivers a lariat to the back of Marie’s head, knocking her forward into the barricade. Marie turns her wounded spine to the barrier then finds her chest collapsed by a knife edge chop. Serenity then follows it up with an open hand palm thrust across Marie’s sternum. Serenity then follows that up with another knife edge chop, followed by another open hand palm strike. This is proceeded by the same sequence of blows that ultimately culminates to Marie losing her balance and going down to her seat, back propped against the barrier.
Serenity backs away from her and points straight at Marie before Serenity slaps her knee, signaling for what is about to come next. Serenity comes charging at Marie’s face with a knee strike intended for her face only to have Marie leap to her feet, catch her opponent ribs against her shoulder then back drop her over into the barricade. Serenity surprisingly lands on her feet across the concrete and staggers through the fans, employing a few of them to maintain her footing.
Serenity then turns towards Marie, who is climbing up onto the barricade. Before Marie can get all the way over the barrier, Serenity comes charging in for a lariat only to have her crafty nemesis leap onto the top of the barricade and then leap frog over Serenity’s head. Marie lands on the concrete and then stumbles forward through the fans, pushing them out of her way. Serenity then comes charging at Marie before she can get her balance. But Marie swings around and catches the inbound Serenity before hitting her with a spinning powerslam right into the concrete floor.
Greyson: These two not waiting to start dishing out the barbarity.
Sparkles: Marie giving Serenity a damned powerslam onto the floor.
The collision with the concrete seems to have rendered Serenity incapacitated, rolling limply to her side. Marie grabs her by the bangs, pulling her head off of the floor then hitting her forehead with repeated punches. Marie then uses her opponent’s bangs to roll her over to her feet where a knife edge chop can blister Serenity’s chest. Marie then puts a shoulder to Serenity’s ribs, heaves her up into the air and rushes across the floor, ultimately driving Serenity back first into the barricade. Serenity’s back arches over the barrier, causing her to grimace in such agony.
Marie grabs a steel chair and places it in front of Serenity then puts some distance between herself and that chair. A running start is employed to give Marie the momentum she needs to step off the chair and lunge into Serenity, but the moment Serenity puts a foot on the chair she finds her jaw crushed by an uppercut. The shot causes Marie to teeter back and forth while still standing on top of the chair. Somehow she remains on her feet and on top of the chair even as Serenity is putting her in a front chancery.
Serenity steps up onto the top edge of the barricade, gets her balance and then suplexes Marie off of the chair she was standing on, over the barrier and straight into the thin protective mats at ringside.
Sparkles: Holy CRAP!
Greyson: That was almost like a superplex off the barricade.
Sparkles: These two getting pretty innovative with their violence.
The suplex into the mats leaves Marie grabbing at her kidneys and crawling towards the ring. The apron is employed to help her regain her balance, turning back towards Serenity, who has hold of a chair retrieved from the crowd. Serenity puts the chair in front of Marie then steps off of it, launching herself into a big splash that connects against Marie’s sternum. The crowd celebrates as Serenity finally hits the move that she was looking for earlier, doing a great deal of damage to Marie in the process.
Marie gets some separation between she and her nemesis, rolling into the ring and struggling to reach her feet. She just gets up when Serenity comes springing off the top rope flying knee first into the side of Marie’s head. The blow sends Marie spiraling away from her adversary and falling into the ropes. She ricochets off and comes back in at Serenity, Marie’s throat caught with a roaring lariat.
The collision knocks Marie to the canvas yet she’s popping back up to her feet, turning towards Serenity who comes flying off the middle rope of the nearest turnbuckle, delivering a bionic elbow into the top of her rival’s head. Marie is taken down to the canvas once again, rolling across it and onto her knees while Serenity stoops at her side and signals repeatedly for her to stand up.
Marie gets to her feet with the use of the ropes, stooped forward and putting her in perfect position for Serenity to deliver a powerful thrust kick straight to her cheek. Marie goes corkscrewing through the ropes and to the apron as a result of this stiff shot.
Serenity now grabs the top rope at Marie’s side then springs up on top of it, about to fly off into a high risk move. But Marie shows why they call these moves high risk by pushing Serenity’s feet out from under her, causing her to come crashing down ribs first right across the top rope. Serenity ends up arched over the top rope, her upper body dangling over the apron with her legs extended out over the ring. Marie now throws her legs over top of Serenity’s head and takes her around the waist, pulling her off of the top rope and holding her upside down. Marie turns just enough to be able to drop to her back and plant Serenity’s skull into the apron with the piledriver.
Greyson: Oh my God-Oh my God-Oh my God!!
Sparkles: Holy shit in a Stetson.
Greyson: Marie giving Serenity a friggin piledriver on the apron.
Sparkles: That move has been notorious for inflicting concussions in the past.
Serenity rolls across the mats holding her skull and ending up splayed in front of the announce table. Marie drags Serenity up onto her limp legs and then throws her by the back of the head straight into the front of the announce table. Serenity bounces off of the table and then rolls right back into Marie’s hands. She forces Serenity up to her feet then throws her by the back of the head into the announce table once again. Serenity ricochets off of the table into the waiting arms of Marie, who pulls her up and launches her into the announce table AGAIN. The back of Serenity’s head and neck bounces brutally off of the table.
Greyson: For God sakes, you’ve done enough Marie!
Sparkles: You spiked her on her head for fuck sakes.
Marie forces Serenity back into the ring, where she is trying desperately to reach her feet. Marie then charges up beside her and leaps into the air, briefly standing on top of Serenity’s upper back and then leaping off it in order to come down with a fam-ass-er across the back of Serenity’s head.
Serenity’s face ricochets off of the canvas, popping her back up to her feet, albeit stooped over. Marie then rushes in, catches Serenity around the neck and delivers a swinging neckbreaker. The back of Serenity’s head crashes into the canvas, she rolls over to her knees and starts to instinctively rise to her feet. Just then Marie charges in beside her and catches Serenity with a second swinging neckbreaker.
The back of Serenity’s head takes the brunt of the impact with the canvas, ricocheting from the canvas and sending her body popping back up to her feet. Amazingly Serenity gets to her feet, albeit stooped over and placing her in a perfect position for a THIRD swinging neckbreaker.
Marie charges in and catches Serenity around the neck, dragging her around into the swinging neckbreaker only to have Serenity twist out of her opponent’s arms at the last second. She then turns towards Marie’s back, grabs her by the shoulder and spins her around into a clothesline. But Marie ducks the blow and then stands up straight behind her opponent, catching Serenity around the neck and pulling her around into what looks to be a swinging neck breaker. This time Serenity is swung around out of the reverse neck breaker position into a face buster right across Marie’s raised knee.
Serenity’s forehead ricochets off of Marie’s knee, bouncing up into the air and still finding itself caught in her opponent’s clutches. Marie holds Serenity on her feet by the bangs of her hair while subjecting the back of her neck repeatedly to elbow strikes.
Marie keeps hold of Serenity’s hair and then uses it to whip her along into the turnbuckle. Serenity crashes into the corner and has no time to recover from her impact against it before being forced to defend herself. She amazingly launches her feet up into the air, attempting to drive them into Marie’s face only to have Marie stop just short of the raised boots, catching them and then swinging them away from her face. As a result Serenity ends up seated across the middle rope and then has her head bent over backwards where the back of it is crushed with a series of leaping knee strikes. Marie drives her knee repeatedly into the back of Serenity’s head, inflicting serious damage.
Marie then wraps her arm around Serenity’s head and falls to a knee, dragging Serenity down by the back of her neck right into Marie’s opposite knee. A modified reverse neck breaker connects across Marie’s knee and sends Serenity rolling towards the center of the ring. She clutches at her skull, feeling the adverse effects of all the punishment inflicted on her head throughout the course of this highly physical bout.
Marie takes her sweet time in pulling Serenity up to her feet by the hair then points at the turnbuckle across the ring. Marie charges her opponent across the ring and then throws her into the corner, however, Serenity drops into a slide before she could ever crash into the turnbuckle. Serenity baseball slides across the canvas and then under the bottom rope, landing on her feet across the mats. Once outside of the ring Serenity is stooping over grabbing at her pounding head, suffering the worse migraine imaginable.
An annoyed Marie drops to the ring and rolls under the ropes to the mats, making her way around the turnbuckle to reach Serenity standing on the other side of it. But just then Serenity bolts at the turnbuckle, leaps from the mats, dives through the bottom and middle ropes and then catches Marie around the neck before swinging around into a tornado DDT. Marie is driven right down into the mats across the top of her head before flipping over and landing on her back.
Greyson: WOW!
Sparkles: How did Serenity just manage to swing that?
Greyson: Both of these ladies have a tremendous threshold for pain.
And that threshold is definitely being tested tonight.
Marie agonizes as she grips at her neck and Serenity puts so much stress and strain on her body just by twisting over to her side. It takes everything that Serenity has in her body go crawling towards the ring, rolling in to break up the official’s ten count. Marie is crawling after her, grabbing the apron and compelling her injured body to her feet. She slowly pulls herself up onto the apron when Serenity catches her red headed opponent off guard. Serenity steps up onto the middle rope then reaches over the top cable, placing Marie in a front chancery. Tremendous strength is employed by Serenity to heave Marie off the apron, hold her upside down for a moment then fall back into a suplex.
Greyson: Now Serenity hits that deadlift suplex into the ring!
Sparkles: We saw her do that earlier on the mats.
Greyson: It’s absolutely shocking she still has the strength to pull off moves like that with her head in such bad shape.
With Marie down in the middle of the ring Serenity decides to take to the air. She approaches the nearest turnbuckle and begins to scale it, perhaps setting up for the shooting star press. She gets to the top rope only to have her opponent Marie come charging in behind her, attempting to push Serenity’s legs out from under her. This time Serenity has this counter scouted, jumping down off the top rope before she can be pushed off of it. She then twists her body and comes down onto the middle cable, standing on the opposite side of the ropes as Marie.
The crowd grows giddy as Serenity stoops down and takes Marie around the neck, preparing to dead lift suplex her over the top rope and to the outside of the ring.
Greyson: Oooh shit, this is gonna be painful.
But not for Marie.
Serenity tries to lift Marie into the air only to have Marie twist her head around out of the front chancery. She then reaches back and takes Serenity around the neck, dragging her towards the center of the ring but leaving Serenity’s ankles draped over the top rope. Marie is about to drop down and deliver the rope hung diamond cutter.
But then Serenity puts her feet on the top rope and pushes off, flipping forward and over Marie’s shoulder. As she comes down in front of her opponent Serenity reaches back with her legs and wraps them around Marie’s waist, rolling her over forward into the pin. Serenity sits down on Marie’s chest and holds down the creases of her knees for the pin.
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Marie manages to kick out in spite of being caught completely off guard by that acrobatic and stunning pinfall.
Serenity goes rolling over backwards and onto her feet. The moment Serenity stands up she spots Marie rolling over backwards right towards her, then leaping out of said roll into the diamond cutter on her unsuspecting rival. Marie leaves her feet for the cutter only to be shoved off at the last second. Marie goes charging across the ring and right into the official. But Marie stops just short of a face to face collision with the referee, which leads Fitzpatrick to count his blessings.
But it seems he counted his blessing too soon.
Serenity steps in for another thrust kick aimed at the back of Marie’s head only to have her duck down out of the way, causing the inbound boot to crush Fitzpatrick’s jaw. The referee is knocked on his ass and Serenity is left standing over him shrugging her shoulders in indifference. She then turns towards Marie before being caught across the throat and dragged down into the diamond cutter.
Sparkles: Marie hits it this time!
Greyson: But the referee’s knocked clean out!
Sparkles: He can’t make the count when he’s laid flat on his back.
Greyson: What an insightful point, Sparkles.
Sparkles: You seriously suck at sarcasm.
The cutter has left Serenity rolling to her back and Marie not even bothering to go for the pin. Instead of covering Serenity, Marie rolls away from her to the outside of the ring. From beneath the squared circle Marie retrieves a baseball bat, just one of the countless weapons employed in the war between these two ladies that has been waging for a countless number of months.
Marie now comes sliding into the ring with weapon in hand, charging straight at Serenity then driving the top of the bat straight into Serenity’s ribs. The blow bends Serenity over, clutching at her ribs while Marie continues to make use of the ref bump by employing the baseball bat. She swings it at the back of Serenity’s head only to have the bat miss its target. Marie bends forward with the bat crashing into the canvas instead of into the head.
Marie just begins to lift the bat back up into the air when Serenity delivers a basement dropkick to her rear-end, launching the Phoenix into the turnbuckle. Marie drops the baseball bat to the canvas as she’s kicked along into the turnbuckle that she manages to forward flip over top of. Marie twists her body over the cables and then comes down on her feet across the apron. She then grabs the top rope and takes to it, flying through the air and straight into a shot across the face with the baseball bat.
Sparkles: Serenity catching Marie with her own baseball bat!
Greyson: Directly into the skull no less!
After going Sammy Sosa on Marie’s jaw, Serenity throws the baseball bat out of the ring and then spirals into the lateral press on her unconscious opponent. Referee Fitzpatrick just happens to be coming through after taking the superkick, lifting his arm into a slap across the canvas.
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The fans are already screaming at the top of their lungs, before their cheers transform into cries, Marie getting her shoulder up and preventing the three count.
Greyson: A bat to the face…NOT ENOUGH!
Sparkles: These two ladies, they are just consumed by their hate for one another.
Greyson: And that hatred has made them almost invincible.
The crowd noise is drowning out all ambient sound, including the punches Serenity is delivering across Marie’s forehead. Serenity suddenly wishes she hadn’t thrown the baseball bat away, because it would have been so much fun to beat her senseless with the weapon, oh well, now she settles for the use of her fists. Serenity drives her knuckles repeatedly into Marie’s face before growing bored. So now Serenity rolls out of the ring and kindly asks the time keeper to vacate their chair. She grabs the steel and then returns to the squared circle.
Sparkles: Serenity bringing another party favor into this match.
The chair is elevated above Serenity’s head and on the cusp of swinging down into Marie’s spine only to have the official intervene. SIN Official Fitzpatrick grabs the chair out of Serenity’s hands and then goes to throw it back out of the ring. Serenity argues with the back of Fitzpatrick’s head before she feels the hairs on the back of her own neck standing up. Serenity ducks just in time to avoid a spinning heel kick by Marie, causing the inbound kick to instead slam right into the back of Fitzpatrick’s head.
Greyson: Once again the official is taken out.
Fitzpatrick is knocked to the outside of the ring, collapsing across the mats. The chair he was about to toss is left inside of the ring and snatched up by Marie. She turns towards Serenity with the intent of putting it to use only to have her ribs crushed by a spinning back heel kick, Serenity driving her boots deep into her adversary’s abs. Marie drops the chair and Serenity carries it towards the turnbuckle, wedging it between the top and middle ropes of the turnbuckle.
Serenity then grabs Marie by the back of the head and backs her to the center of the ring with one hand, while pointing at the chair with the other.
Greyson: Deja-vu.
Sparkles: Bless you.
Greyson: No, I said deja-vu….
Sparkles: Is that a type of bra?
Greyson: Noooooo. This is a callback to Upping the Ante when Marie threw Serenity’s head into that chair wedged in the turnbuckle. I think Serenity is about to get some revenge for that.
Serenity charges Marie across the ring and throws her into the chair only to have Marie reach out and grab the top rope, preventing her head from colliding with the chair. She then launches her lower body into the air and catches Serenity coming in, wrapping her legs around the back of Serenity’s head. Marie lets go of the rope and performs a head scissors that sends Serenity flying skull first into the chair wedged in the turnbuckle. Serenity’s head bounces off of the chair, sending her twisting around right into the diamond cutter. Marie nails the move that plants Serenity’s already injured head straight into the canvas.
Greyson: Serenity’s head rammed into the chair and then rammed into the canvas with the diamond cutter!
Sparkles: All Red has to do is make the cover.
Baby Spice crawls into the lateral press on Serenity, hooking both legs. But the official is slow to get back to his feet and even slower to make the count. He finally climbs to his feet at ringside then enters the ring and slaps the canvas.
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Fitzpatrick’s hand raises into the air but never descends on account of Serenity’s shocking kick out. She turns her shoulder from the canvas.
Marie grabs the chair wedged between the ropes, removes it and then sets it up. She then puts another piece into position, lifting Serenity into the air and sitting her on the top rope. Marie climbs up the corner, turns her back on Serenity and places her in a diamond cutter position. The crowd screams in anticipation of seeing a top rope cutter that would surely finish Serenity off. Referee Ficklebottom gets between this pair of lethal ladies and the chair, shouting at Marie not to employ the steel as a weapon. Marie sneers at this request and prepares to hit the cutter anyways. She dives off the turnbuckle into the diamond cutter only to be pushed off at the last second, Serenity shoving Marie out of the 3 quarters face lock and launching her over the chair. Marie lands on the opposite end of the chair, turns back towards Serenity then goes charging at her opponent. Marie steps off the chair and launches herself into the air only to be cut in half in mid-flight when Serenity launches herself out of the corner into a spear. Both combatants crash into the canvas amidst a shrill cry from the fans.
Greyson: Marie getting a lung bursting spear while in mid-air.
Sparkles: These two are not going to rest until they’ve killed each other.
Greyson: It might even take more than that for one of these two to finally win this match.
An exhausted Marie and an equally exhausted Serenity begin to inch their way towards their feet. Serenity compels her opponent to her feet and then takes her around the head, placing her in position for a DDT straight onto the chair. Serenity is about to spike Marie into the steel when official Fitzpatrick intervenes. He grabs the chair and folds it up, preparing to throw it out of the ring. Serenity drops Marie, sighs and then delivers a powerful lariat to the back of Fitzptrick’s head, knocking him to the canvas.
Greyson; No accident this time.
Sparkles: Serenity blatantly taking out the official.
Then she picks up the chair. Serenity turns towards the struggling Marie and then throws the chair with all of her strength right into the top of Marie’s skull. The steel ricochets from Marie’s head and causes her to stagger around trying to maintain her balance. Serenity then charges in to take advantage only to receive a straight superkick to the jaw, Marie blasting her rival under the jaw. Serenity is sent stumbling back, somehow remaining on her feet just as Marie comes charging in only to have Serenity leap into the air, catch her around the neck and spike her on top of her head. The DDT slams Marie head first into the ring, sending her flipping over to her back.
Serenity is about to go for the pin but realizes the referee is still unconscious. She grabs Fitzpatrick by the jersey, dragging him to the center of the ring, stooping in order to pull him along behind her. This stooped posture comes back to haunt her though, because her bent head puts her in perfect position for Marie to step in, step over her head and then hook both of her arms. Marie delivers the Hot Shot, dropping Serenity’s face into the canvas.
Greyson: PEDIGREE!
Sparkles: Marie connects!
An exhausted Marie crawls into the cover on Serenity, hooking her leg but not hearing the canvas being slapped. Marie veers her eyes towards Fitzpatrick, shouting at him to make the count. The referee is very disorientated but eventually lifts his hand into the air, slapping the canvas.
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Greyson: Has Marie done enough?
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Sparkles: Will the pedigree finish Serenity off?
The referee’s palm finally falls to the canvas to the despair of the masses, but it does not slap the ring before Serenity’s arm comes shooting into the air.
The fans are in such disbelief, but it’s Marie who is the most stunned of them all. She sits up stringing together a long line of profanities before eventually working her way up to her feet. In frustration she drops a knee, not on Serenity, but on the back of the referee’s head.
Greyson: Now Marie blatantly knocks out the official.
Sparkles: Fitzpatrick’s having a hell of a night.
A bitter Marie stands up and spits on the official before preparing to do something far more vicious to the laid out Serenity. Marie takes off into the ropes, springs from the middle cable and prepares to hit the lionsault. But Serenity gets her knees up into the air, preparing to drive them into Marie’s ribs only for her to fly over Serenity’s knees and land on her feet. Marie then grabs the elevated legs of her opponent, trying to pull her over to her stomach and lock in a liontamer, but Serenity puts her feet to Marie’s ribs and pushes her off the potential hold. Marie back flips and lands on her feet while Serenity kips up then takes to the air, performing a standing shooting star press before ultimately catching her opponent around the neck. Serenity falls back, attempting to deliver a modified version of the Serenity Now. The shooting star DDT should finish Marie off, if Serenity could actually get her off of her feet. Marie stoops over but does not go do the canvas, instead she keeps her feet planted with Serenity’s legs stretched out to both of her sides. Marie then stands up and launches Serenity into the air only to have her opponent slip over her shoulder, Serenity landing on her feet behind Marie.
A flustered Marie spins around and gets a boot up into the gut of Serenity before pulling her head into position for the pedigree. Marie is about to spike Serenity on her face, and it should be enough to defeat her adversary, if she could actually drive her opponent into the canvas. She is unsuccessful in this attempt, because Serenity stands up and back drops Marie. But wait, Marie twists her body while going over and lands on her feet behind her opponent then wedges her hands to Serenity’s spine, shoving her into the ropes.
Serenity ricochets from the cables before leaving her feet.
Marie lunges into the air.
BOTH ladies connect with simultaneous crossbodies.
Greyson: Marie and Serenity crushing one another with those crossbody blocks.
Sparkles: Quick, let me get in there and give them some mouth to mouth resuscitation.
Greyson: I doubt either lady will take you up on that offer, Sparkles.
The energetic audience watches as Ficklebottom at last works his way back to his feet, the masses anticipating that he’ll begin a ten count on the unconscious ladies. But that’s NOT what Fitzpatrick does. Instead he turns and straight out calls for the bell.
Sparkles: Whoa, what are you doing Fitzpatrick?
Greyson: He’s calling for the bell, Sparkles.
Sparkles: But he didn’t even count both ladies out, they might have been able to get to their feet before the ten.
Some clarity is provided when Fitzpatrick shouts through the ropes at ring announcer Thomas Boll. It falls on Boll to make the official decision.
Boll: Lady and gentlefolk, referee Patrick Fitzpatrick has decreed that both Marie Jones AND Serenity are disqualified!
Greyson: WWWWHAAAAT!?!
Sparkles: BULLSHIT!
The crowd is just as outraged and angered with the referee’s decision as the commentators. It doesn’t matter that Fitzpatrick is justified in disqualifying both combatants considering they attacked him multiple times throughout this match, the crowd expected a clean finish, but instead they get something worse than an exploding monitor in the face.
Fans: BULLLLSHIT! BULLLLSHIT! BUUUULLLSHIT!
Greyson: I hear you fans. I’m just as upset about this as the rest of you.
Marie and Serenity struggle to reach their feet after crushing one another’s ribs with the crossbodies, and doing so many destructive things to one another throughout the course of this dramatic grudge match.
And things only get more dramatic when the curtains on the stage open and through them steps both Brittany Lohan and the woman trying to hold her back, Willow Wilkes.
Greyson: And as if this situation wasn’t already bad enough, here comes Serenity’s sister, Brittany Lohan.
Sparkles: Wilkes can’t hold her back any longer.
Greyson: Me thinks ole Blue Eyes is a bit pissed off about her sister attacking her earlier tonight.
Sparkles: Yep. Right after Lohan’s match with Sebastian Knight, Serenity assaulted her big sis, and Marie Jones made the save.
Lohan continues to come after her masked sister with Willow trying and failing to talk sense to the blue eyed brute. Suddenly Lohan gives Willow a hard shove, sending her back peddling across the mats and falling against the apron. Lohan then slides into the ring with Official Fitzpatrick attempting to cut her off only to receive a boot to the gut. Lohan hooks both of Fitzpatrick’s arms, throws him up into the air and then delivers the Final Solution.
Sparkles: That’s what you get Fitzpatrick.
Greyson: I think he already got enough throughout the course of this match.
The crowd is now chanting Lohan’s name as she steps past the mangled official and makes her way towards Serenity. Before Serenity knows what’s happening, she’s being snatched by the throat, heaved up to her feet and thrown back first into the turnbuckle. An exhausted Serenity leans against the corner, looking incapable of defending herself as Lohan snatches her by the throat.
Lohan: I didn’t want to believe it, but they were right about you. You are a feral animal. And-and-and…..
Lohan’s trembling fist slowly rises into the air.
Lohan: I have to put you down….
Serenity: Then do it!
This is not what Lohan expected to hear. And what she never anticipated seeing was Serenity grabbing her own mask and sliding it back off of her face so that Lohan can see the sincerity in her sister’s eyes.
Lohan: I warned you about letting this monster take over. I told you what would happen.
Serenity: Stop talking and get on with euthanizing me.
Lohan: I don’t want to do this.
Serenity: But you have to. I understand sweetheart, go ahead and finish me.
Lohan: I wish it didn’t have to come to this.
Serenity: DOOOO IIIIITT! END ME!
Every inch of Lohan’s skin is shivering. It’s safe to say the audience has never seen Lohan like this before, so conflicted, so overwhelmed with emotion. Although she knows that Serenity needs to answer for her multiple attacks, Lohan just can’t bring herself to be Serenity’s executor.
Marie: You know what needs to be done, Brittany.
Lohan peeks over her shoulder at Marie, who is kneeling in the middle of the ring and trying her best to encourage the blue eyed beast.
Marie: DESTROY HER!
Lohan: She’s-she’s-my sister.
Marie: Not anymore.
Lohan glances between her fist and then at the face it’s targeting.
Serenity: She’s right. Get it over with already.
Lohan’s fist clinches even tighter and pulls even closer to Serenity’s face.
Marie: END HER LOHAN!
Serenity: End me….sis.
Finally Lohan swings her fist towards the sister she has fought so hard to protect and to influence over the past few weeks. Serenity closes her eyes and prepares to shed her mortal coil, only to open them a few seconds later. Her pupils move to the left side of her head, tracking her sister’s forearm down to the fist that was swung into the turnbuckle padding directly beside her face. Lohan’s chest heaves with despair, and her eyes show something we have never seen from her before, compassion.
Lohan releases Serenity’s throat and then backs away from her sister, head dropped so that her chin touches her chest. All Lohan can do is shake her head as Serenity drops to the canvas and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring. Willow steps in beside Serenity, props her up and the two make their way up the ramp. All the while Serenity is peeking back over her shoulder at the conflicted Lohan in the ring.
Serenity: How….disappointing.
Willow escorts Serenity up the ramp, leaving an oddly emotive Lohan in the ring. She lifts her fingers to the twitching veins in her temples, suffering such an internal conflict. Marie slowly works her way back to her feet, feeling extremely fatigued and extremely annoyed. She paces in front of Lohan for a few moments while mumbling beneath her breath. Finally Marie step towards Lohan and straight slaps her across the cheek.
Greyson: Ooooooh noooo…oooooh NO!
Sparkles: What the hell are you thinking Marie!?!
Lohan’s flesh is pulsating for a whole new reason, Her blue eyes slowly turn towards the red face of Marie.
Marie: What’s it going to take? HUH!?! How many times does she have to attack you before you take your fucking blinders off and open your eyes!?!
There is no response from Lohan, other than her trembling skin and deep, intense breaths.
Marie: When are you going to realize Serenity can’t be saved!?!
In frustration Marie delivers ANOTHER slap across Lohan’s cheek.
Marie: WAKE UP!
That’s it….Brittany launches her boot up and right into Marie’s ribs, doubling her over. Brittany then begins to hook both of Marie’s arms.
Greyson: Lohan’s had enough. She’s had enough!
Sparkles: But she’s snapping on the wrong person.
Lohan begins to heave Marie into the air for the Final Solution only to find her slipping out of Lohan’s arms. Marie drops to the canvas as quickly as possible then rolls to the outside of the ring. Once out of harm’s way Marie throws a conniption fit, kicking the steel steps, slapping her palms on the apron and exploding with rage.
Marie: Do you have any appreciation for how hard I worked on this!?!
The anger that has taken hold of Lohan turns to intrigue.
BACKSTAGE
Marie’s agent, Silas Mason is still parked in his electric wheel chair backstage instead of being at ringside along with his client. His fingers rest on the keys that operate his chair and also provide his voice trough a set of computer speakers. Little emotion can be seen in his placid expression, even as he listens to some bad news from the woman clad in all leather and sporting long blonde locks. Wait a minute….can it be? Is Silas talking to…Serenity?
Serenity: I’m afraid Lohan didn’t take the bait.
Whoa…stop the presses. How is this possible? Perhaps the words Silas has just typed into the keyboard will help clarify matters a little.
Silas: Better luck next time, Lenore.
The blonde hair and mask that conceals Serenity’s face pulls away, revealing the features of Lenore Price-Mason, proud proponent of Silas World.
Lenore: I just wish my attack on Lohan earlier would have paid off. Now it just seems pointless.
Sienna: Sure it may not have had the desired effect….
Sienna, still clothed in a nursing uniform, steps across the room and provides Silas with another sip of freshly squeezed orange juice.
Sienna: But it’s still gnawing away at Lohan’s mind. Eventually she WILL turn against Serenity. We just have to find the right leverage, sweety.
Lenore: I under….wait, you’re not upset that I assaulted your trainer?
Sienna: I hate to see my blue eyed beauty suffer, but it’s for the greater good. Her sister will just end up destroying her if Brittany doesn’t turn against her.
Silas: Agreed.
Silas’ computerized voice fills the room, along with the sound of his typing fingers.
Silas: I will save Lohan from her sister, much like I will save Taylor from herself.
Sienna: Oh my sweet compassionate Silas, always thinking of others.
Sienna kisses Silas on the cheek.
Silas: Speaking of which. Scott Cannon. I want to talk to him.
Lenore: Want us to track him down?
Silas: Yes. We cannot allow him to officiate the main event.
Before Silas can do anymore typing the door to his dressing room pops open and Taylor Chase steps inside.
Sienna and Lenore immediately put themselves in fighting stances at the sight of Taylor standing in the doorway, staring at the man who has eagerly anticipated her arrival throughout the night. The faintest hint of a grin forms on Silas’ face.
Silas: How nice of you to join us.
Taylor looks between Silas and the two ladies who protect him.
Silas: Girls, leave us.
Sienna and Lenore look just a smidgeon confused by this request.
Lenore: Are you…sure?
Silas: I want to talk to my Baby Doll alone.
Sienna: Okay Silas, we will be right outside if you need us.
Sienna and Lenore begin to exit the room, but Taylor stops Lenore just short of the door jamb.
Taylor: Nice outfit.
Taylor scans Lenore’s all black leather ensemble.
BACKSTAGE
Kloe: I am not about to run from you all night, Scott.
The crowd is particularly vicious at the sight of Kloe Masters making her way through the curtains and to the stage. Naturally she does not come alone. Standing behind her are Zak Norton, Alex Clayton and Nate Barlow, the trio collectively known as the Cartel. The commentating team of Sparkles and Greyson can only speculate as to what brings Kloe towards the ring.
Greyson: The Majority Owner back out here and she’s obviously fed up with fleeing from Scott Cannon throughout the night.
Sparkles: We saw Scott threaten Kloe earlier, trying to get himself added as the special guest referee for the Ba’al versus Taylor Chase World Title match.
Greyson: It looks like Kloe does not take kindly to being threatened.
A vindictive Kloe enters the ring with the Cartel stopping at the apron, turning their eyes towards the ramp.
Kloe: I’m growing tired of this game of cat and mouse. It’s time to end it. I’m not going to be testing my stamina the entire evening. I’m not fleeing from Katelyn, Scott, Taylor, NOBODY. By the end of this night, the Sinistry and I will be fully vested in the ownership of this federation, meaning everyone who attempted to put a finger on me will find themselves in line at the soup kitchen. But why wait till after the show to get started handing out the punishment and the severance papers? Let’s get a jump on things. So Scott, come on down the ramp so I can give you what you REALLY deserve tonight, and for your information, it’s NOT a role as the special guest referee for the main event….
Scott: Are you-are you-threatening me?
Scott Cannon makes his way through the curtains with hands still covered in Kevlar and a sneer on his face.
Scott: That’s….adorable.
Kloe: You find me cute huh? How about we find out how cute you think I am when I’m the one responsible for you picking your meals out of a trashcan.
Scott: So am I safe to assume that you’re about to fire me?
Kloe: About to? No. The paper work is already going through. You were fired the moment you stepped backstage and started pursing me.
Scott: Okay, that’s all well and good, but I have to question your logic, Kloe. I mean, do you think I’m less dangerous under your employee, than I was while working for you?
Kloe: You’re not a danger to me at all.
Scott: Why is that? Because you surround yourself with a bunch of barrel chested baboons? You saw how well that worked for you earlier.
Obviously Scott is referring to the last man who tried to come to Kloe’s protection, Hunter Locke.
Scott: Employed or not employed, it doesn’t matter. Because I will still officiate the main event, and I will still make sure that Taylor (Chase) walks away with the World Title around her waist.
Kloe: Listen here you love struck puppy dog. You are not about to make promises that you couldn’t possibly….
The crowd, who were booing Kloe mercilessly, now change their tune when Katelyn Buehler come sliding into the ring behind the woman who suspended her.
Sparkles: Uuuummm behind you, Kloe.
Greyson: Katelyn finally about to get the revenge she was looking for earlier tonight.
At last there is no one standing in Katelyn’s way, Scott keeping the Cartel and Kloe’s attention drawn to himself. But Katelyn is about to adjust Kloe’s perception, grabbing her by the shoulder and spinning the Majority Owner around. The fans go nuts as Kloe finds her throat engulfed in Katelyn’s hands and her back wedged to the ropes.
Katelyn: This is gonna feel so good.
Kloe: Ca-Ca-Cartel!
Zak, Alex and Nate look reluctant to help, but know their jobs depend on keeping Kloe safe, so the three men slide into the ring and go straight after Katelyn.
The lightning fast reflexes of Buehler prove beneficial. She lunges across the ring and catches Alex before he can even fully get into the ring, blasting him across the cheek with the roaring elbow. She then ducks under a clothesline attempt by Zak and hits him with the SLO. The lightning spiral drives the back of Zak’s head into the canvas.
Katelyn then pops up to her feet and gets caught with a kick to the gut by Nate, who immediately proceeds to drag her head under his seat. Nate quickly heaves Katelyn up into the air for the powerbomb only to have her counter into a sit-out x-factor style face buster. Zak’s face bounces off of the ring and he goes rolling across the canvas before eventually spilling to the outside.
Although the Cartel could not take Katelyn out, they at the very least managed to give Kloe the time to exit the ring. Not that it matters, because she’s in just as much danger outside of the ring as she was inside of it. Scott is waiting to pounce on her, grabbing Kloe by the wrist and squeezing it tightly. He drags her up the ramp and towards the backstage area.
Kloe: Let go of me. Where are you taking me?
Scott: Someplace we can talk in private and we can discuss the finer details of you naming me as the special guest referee for the World Title match.
Kloe continues to protest as her wrist is being bent at such an awkward angle and her body is being compelled towards the curtains. Those curtains suddenly fly open though before Scott can reach them, and the SIN Championship comes swinging through it. Ba’al, bearer of this gold belt, clocks Scott in the temple. The blow detaches Scott’s Kevlar glove from Kloe’s wrist and knocks him on his back. He is barely conscious, eyes open just enough to look up into the face of Ba’al, who tosses the very title that he just cracked Scott in the head with over a shoulder.
Kloe then steps to Ba’al’s side, rubbing at her red wrist and spitting vile down at the man responsible for putting this blotch on her flesh. Ba’al now stoops beside Scott, staring down into the raised flesh on Scott’s temple.
Ba’al: Do you believe you stood even the slightest chance of being named special referee for my SIN Title defense?
The belt that bludgeoned Scott slips from Ba’al’s shoulders back into Ba’al’s palms, dangling mere inches away from Scott’s eyes.
Ba’al: There is no need to employ your services as the referee, my boy. Yes, Stuart Wright was knocked unconscious. Yes, Marcus Mayfield has been rendered incapable of officiating, but there a very capable referee I have already selected to replace either of them, and her name is KLOE MASTERS.
The building suddenly fills with such anger, the fans screeching like banshees at Ba’al and Kloe. Although Katelyn will do far-far worse than screech. There’s bark to her bite, and Katelyn is about to bite down on Ba’al and Kloe with the power of a pit-bull’s jaws. She goes marching straight up the ramp towards the SIN Champion and the Majority Owner, who wisely back through the curtains. Katelyn now stops right beside Scott, stooping down over him to check on his condition
BACKSTAGE
Cameras cut away from the two individuals that Taylor Chase has a ‘strained relationship’ with, to the one individual she’d like to put a bullet through the forehead of. Silas Mason sits in his electric wheelchair and peers at Taylor from the corner of his eye. Taylor stands across from Silas in his private dressing room, crossing her arms and tapping her foot impatiently. She waits for Silas to finish typing out his message on the keyboard attached to the speakers that turns his typed statements into spoken words.
Silas: I think you’ve given me a bum wrap, Baby Doll. You misjudge my motives. Everything that I have ever done, has been for your greater good.
Taylor: Drugging me and taking photos of me in bed with Scott Cannon was for my greater good? Using those photos to blackmail me was for my greater good?
Silas: Yes.
Taylor: Having Katelyn Buehler hit me with the KTFO when she was supposed to be my tag team partner. That was for my greater good?
Silas: Yes.
Taylor: Letting my husband be crucified and put on life support was for the greater good?
Silas: I wouldn’t have let it happen if it wasn’t.
Taylor: You are so utterly full of crap, Silas. Just admit it, everything you’ve done has been for YOU. Our relationship has never been about me, it’s always been about serving your own agenda, feeding your own ego, putting money in YOUR pockets.
Silas: That’s not true, Baby Doll. Look at that weapon around your leg.
Taylor peers down at the Titanium knee brace that Silas bought for her back at Reawakening Day, the weapon she employed to defeat Katelyn Buehler and so many opponents since.
Silas: Who gave that to you? Me. Now if I was only worried about myself, would I go to such lengths to put such a powerful tool at your disposal?
Taylor: Yes-yes you would, because this weapon (slaps the knee brace) has helped me pick up wins, and wins mean even more money in your pockets.
Silas: Why can’t you just accept that you need me, Baby Doll?
Taylor: Why can’t you accept that we’re through? I DON’T need you, Silas, and I never have. I’ve killed myself for every single win, and you’re the one who capitalized on it. I-I can’t believe that at one time I actually bought into your lies, Silas. But those days are behind us. And you are just another part of my past too.
Silas: I’m sorry to hear that.
Taylor: I bet you are. You’re control, your manipulation, it’s all over, Silas. You, the Sinistry, Kloe Masters, you’re all out of my life after tonight. I beat Ba’al and take back the title he’s kept from me for over six months….
Silas: You think the Sinistry will let you do that? You need Silas World to have your back.
Taylor: No, I don’t. I have Kelcey, I have Orlando, and I have this.
Again Taylor slaps her knee brace.
Silas: I’m sorry to hear that. But if that is your choice then I will respect it. I wish you the best of luck Baby Doll.
Needless to say Taylor is more than a little surprised by Silas’ reaction to her impassioned declaration. She was expecting more of a fight, or at least another of his threats, and yet he seems respectful of her wishes. Or at least that’s what his computerized voice would imply.
Taylor: I WILL take back my title, and I will take back the IWC, or I will die trying.
Silas: Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.
Taylor exits the dressing room, leaving Silas behind in his wheelchair, fingers hovering over the keys that operate his chair.
IN RING
Cameras once again transition back to the ring, not for a match…don’t be silly….instead we get what everyone who puts their hard earned cash down on a pay-per-view wants, more talking. This time it’s Eric Moxley, CNG commentator, employing his gift for gab. He stands in the middle of the ring clasping a microphone and repeatedly drawing reference to his CNG brand t-shirt.
Moxley: Hello fans, for those who need reminding, it’s me, Eric Moxley, CNG Commentator, and I’ve been given a moment here to not only conduct an interview with the number one contender for the IWC World Championship, Taylor Chase, but also to oh so shamelessly plug the very first CNG pay-per-view. On February 14th, CNG will hold its inaugural pay-per-view entitled St. Valentine’s Day Massacre. On that night you fans will get a chance to see the next wave of talent soon to hit the IWC show their worth and prove who is ready to make it to that next level.
The crowd is quite enthused at this prospect of CNG’s first pay-per-view telecast given the slew of dynamic personalities that populate their roster and the potential for so many stellar encounters.
Moxley: Now let’s talk to a person who embodies everything that the competitors in CNG strive to one day become. It is my distinct honor to interview none other than the number one contender, the very woman who will challenge Ba’al in just a few moments for the World Championship….TAAAAYLLOOR CHA….
Mason: No-no-no-no….you’ve got it all wrong, ALL WRONG you nincompoop.
The crowd unanimously sighs, their faces falling into their palms. Their cringes are justified given the arrival of Mason Van Stanton, perhaps the most reviled man in the wrestling industry. The man who gives the term ‘disgusting’ a whole new meaning, makes his way through the curtains and down the ramp. The word ‘pervert’ doesn’t even begin to accurately describe the oh so smarmy Mason, who makes his way up the steps and into the ring followed at a distance by his client, Gloria Noel. She blows a strand of hair out of her face, showing some annoyance upon entering the ring, standing behind her agent and listening to him continue to make an absolute horse’s ass of himself. Actually, a horse’s ass would probably be insulted to be compared to Van Stanton. His vile rhetoric is directed at Moxley, who he repeatedly jams a finger into the chest of.
Mason: Listen up you disgusting, scuzzy troglodyte, I understand your just now wrapping your mind around the concepts of using fire for warmth, but even you must realize the inaccuracy of your statements.
Moxley TRIES to let these insults roll down his back,
Mason: You think the CNG roster yearns to be like Taylor Chase? Soooo WRONG! If there is any woman on this roster that those in CNG should strive to be like, it’s my client, Gloria Noel.
Gloria rolls her eyes and nods her head, trying to play along.
Mason: And if there’s a man that those who populate the CNG should attempt to emulate, you’re looking at him.
Mason points at his way too toothy grin.
Mason: Any man who can put together a bra and panties….let me reiterate….a BRA and PANTIES battle royal, should have people lining up to TRY and be like them. That’s why, Mr. Moxley, you should go back down to CNG, and tell your den of Neanderthals and misanthropes to stop dragging knuckles and start looking towards Mason Van Stanton as their enlightenment. Tell them to pull their granny panties out of their ass-cracks and to find their inspiration to compete by watching the spectacle that is the Noel Invitational. A match that I personally arranged for the women of this roster to prove the legitimacy of their claim to the Queen of the Ring Title.
Mason tries not to chuckle too loudly.
Mason: I have ensured that the ladies competing in the Noel Invitational for the number one contendership to the Queen of the Ring Championship, must truly demonstrate their worth, by competing in a strenuous, grueling, INTENSE, bra and panties battle royal. Talk about a battle of attrition. A battle that will….
”YOU BETTER BELIEVE”
These lyrics cut through the speakers and cut through Mason Van Stanton like a knife. He almost gives himself whiplash as he turns his head so quickly towards the entry way, eyes widening at the sight of Selena Frost making her way down the ramp. One of the women scheduled to compete in the Noel Invitational this evening is presently descending down the ramp towards both Noel and Noel’s agent. Selena slides into the ring, examining the stunned expressions on Van Stanton’s and Moxley’s faces. Gloria looks apathetic regarding Selena’s arrival.
Mason: How nice of you to come and give us a sneak peek of what we were about to see in the Noel Invitational. I didn’t realize that you were that eager to disrobe, Selena.
Selena will not be baited by Van Stanton’s comments, ignoring rather than reacting to them.
Selena: Soooo, Mason Van Baby-Penis, is it?
Mason grumbles beneath his breath.
Selena: You want to get your sick jollies by watching I and a number of other ladies tear one another’s clothing off? I can only presume you were breast fed into your early adulthood, and it’s left you very sexually confused. But I’m not here to dissect your mind, I and a number of other ladies, are here to dissect your body.
Mason: What other ladies would be foolish enough to attempt to tangle with me….while their pants are still on at least?
Selena: Well me for starters….OH, and HER.
Mason suddenly realizes that the ring is becoming a bit more cramped. Standing behind him is none other than Marina Valdivia. The Hollywood starlet and professional model does not look like she’s taking kindly to the prospect of being stripped of her clothes in order to potentially become number one contender for the Queen of the Ring Title.
Marina: Hi there, Mason.
The agent becomes increasingly distressed the more that he realizes that all avenues of escaping the ring are being cut off.
Marina: Sorry for my rude interruption, but I HAD to come out here and lend support to Selena. In spite of the fact that the two of us are opponents in this Noel Invitational, Selena and I can still agree that you a disgusting troll of a man, and neither one of us are about to compete under the stipulations you’ve forced on our match.
Mason: It’s not like either one of you have a choice in the matter. I SAID this match would be contested under bra and panties rules and….
Selena: I’m sorry, Mason, but you’re the one who seems to be without much in the way of CHOICE.
Marina: That’s not true, Selena, because the way I see it, Mason has TWO choices. Either he chooses to take back the bra and panties stipulation he put on this Noel Invitational, OR the second option is that I force Mason into the Cali-killer….
Selena: I don’t know about that Marina, because the way I see it, the Frost Bite would probably be a bit more painful to latch in.
Marina: We can always try to lock in both.
An increasingly alarmed Van Stanton looks between Selena and Marina as the two close in around him. Gloria does little to nothing to help her agent, just standing back in the corner and watching.
Selena: I wouldn’t mind sharing in a beat down on this weasel.
Mason: What is it…what is it you two want? Besides getting your hands on my body?
Marina: You know precisely what we want. We couldn’t have made it any clearer.
Mason: Alright, but I’m not paying for the hotel room.
Selena: Remove this bra and panties stipulation you placed on the Noel Invitational and MAYBE we’ll let you walk away from this ring
Marina: Maybe.
It doesn’t take much to make the chauvinistic Mason intimidated.
Mason: If it will put a smile on your faces….FINE. I suppose we’ll go the boring route and make this a traditional battle royal. But don’t blame me when the fans call and demand refunds.
At last Moxley comes back into focus when Van Stanton turns his attention to the CNG commentator.
Mason: Alright you feces flinging, sloped forehead cave dweller, let’s find you a bar of soap and some deodorant to clean the STANK off you, THEN you can have the honor of conducting a very special interview with yours truly instead of Taylor Chase.
Moxley: You know what Mr. Van Stanton? The ladies here, they might be willing to let you leave this ring of your own accord, but I have another idea.
Suddenly Van Stanton finds himself lifted off of his feet by Moxley then scoop slammed over the top rope to the outside of the ring. The crowd goes absolutely insane as Moxley flexes his biceps into a Hulk Hogan-esque pose and then departs the ring.
Greyson: Moxley just scoop slammed Van Stanton out of the ring!
Sparkles: Everyone taking a stand against Mason Van Stanton here tonight.
Greyson: And thanks to Valdivia and Selena, the stipulation for this battle royal has been altered, no more bra and panties.
Sparkles: Awww.
Greyson: And no more insults to our female roster.
THE NOEL INVITATIONAL
Gloria Noel finally does react to the attack on her agent, begrudgingly.
She charges right at Moxley only to be cut off by Selena. She catches Julia with a scoop slam before charging her at the ropes and trying to throw her over the top cable just like Moxley. But Gloria reaches out and grabs the top rope, preventing going over. Referee Michelle Blacker comes sliding into the ring and calls for the bell to get this match OFFICIALLY started.
Greyson: This open invitational battle royal underway. Can I explain the rules without you calling me Captain Exposition?
Sparkles: I’m too crushed by the change in this stipulation to berate you, Lovejoy.
Greyson: Pinfalls and submissions are irrelevant in this match, the only way to win is to throw your opponents over the top rope with both of their feet hitting the mats. The last woman standing in that ring will become the number one contender for the Queen of the Ring Title. They’ll move on to challenge the new champion, Jessica Lasiewicz.
Gloria resists being eliminated here right from the get go of this Invitational named in her ‘family’s honor. Gloria’s attempts to remain a fixture in this match is further complicated when Marina steps in and aids Selena in her attempts to toss Gloria over the ropes.
Just then another entrant in this battle royal emerges from the backstage area. The crowd clamors about the barricade at the sight of Ember Young making her way through the curtains in her orange prison jumpsuit.
Greyson: We have another entrant in this Open Invitational for the number one contenders match. Ember Young, who is hot off the heels of a very impressive debut.
Sparkles: This YOUNG, pun intended, lady has a lot of upside, but I’m more interested by her backside, hahahahaha.
Greyson: That’s about enough of that Sparkles.
Before entering the ring Ember stops right in front of Mason Van Stanton, who is sitting on his butt at ringside pouting. Ember points into his face and has a hearty laugh at his expense. The good times come to an end though when Tina Valentine rushes down the ramp and blasts Ember in the back of the head with a forearm. The former Queen of the Ring Champion then grabs Ember by the back of the head, charges her towards the ring and throws her skull first into the steel steps.
Sparkles: What da hale!?!
Greyson: Tina Valentine, the woman who lost her Queen of the Ring title earlier tonight, she’s attacking Ember for….who the fuck even knows at this point.
No sooner has Tina laid out Ember, before she’s stepping around the squared circle and grabbing the ring announcer’s microphone.
Tina: Open Invitational? Is that what the rules of this match are? Fine. I’m entering bitches and I’m getting back my Queen of the Ring Title.
Tina rolls into the ring and rushes right up behind Marina, hitting her with a double axehandle over the back. She then takes Marina, charges her at the ropes and throws her over. But on the way over the cables Marina grabs hold of the top rope and manages to turn her body so she lands on the apron instead of on the ringside mats.
Greyson: It looks like Tina Valentine is entering the Open Invitational.
Sparkles: She’ll do anything to get back her title.
If Tina weren’t a shocking enough entrant in this Open Invitational, now we get another figure added into the mix. The fans go nutty when backstage interviewer, the delectable Susie Moore comes skipping through the curtains to the tunes of “Barbie Girl” filtering through the PA system.
Greyson: SUSIE MOORE? She’s entering the Invitational?
Sparkles: The ditzy lil thing. Didn’t she JUST come back from an injury inflicted by Kordy?
Greyson: Indeed she did, and her arm is STILL in a sling after Kordy subjected it to that lethal armbar.
Susie doesn’t care as she excitedly skips down the ramp only to suddenly be blindsided from behind. The crowd screeches as Kordy knocks Susie down to the ramp with a double axehandle over the back. No sooner does Susie hit the ramp before Kordy is dropping at her side, grabbing the arm in the sling and then extending it out to her side, placing it in the Hello Kordy. Susie screams at the top of her lungs and immediately slaps the ramp, tapping out.
Greyson: Now Kordy is attacking Susie Moore.
Sparkles: More Kordy is never a bad thing.
Kordy bends Susie’s arm at such an awkward angle until a sickening pop is heard. The Stranger, holding Kordy’s Extraordinary Title, emerges from the curtains and stoops down over Susie, speaking discouraging words into the screaming correspondent’s ear. Susie is finally released from the armbar so that Kordy can fill her hands with something else. She moves around the squared circle and grabs a microphone from the ring announcer.
Kordy: If Tina is entering in this Invitational, then so is Kordy!
The crowd has a loud response to the sight of Kordy sliding into the ring where Tina is waiting on her. Both ladies dash at one another and begin to exchange punches to a loud ovation from the crowd.
Greyson: This is nuts. Kordy and Tina BOTH entering the Invitational!
Sparkles: These two cost one another their respective titles earlier tonight, now their both making a bid for the Queen of the Ring Championship.
Greyson: They’ve been trying to tear each other apart all night long.
Tina and Kordy continue to unleash a barrage of right hands on one another. Meanwhile, Gloria has managed to back elbow Selena in the face and prevent being tossed over the top rope. She drops to her feet in front of Selena and places Selena in a front chancery. Gloria then goes for a vertical suplex that would send Selena flying over the top rope. She sends Selena over the ropes with the suplex but not crashing to the outside mats. Instead Selena lands on the apron and grabs the top rope, preventing going down to the mats.
Behind Selena’s back Samantha Raina and Crissy Garner, associates of Ember Young, are tending to the injuries inflicted on their friend by Tina. They stoop over Ember and begin to help her up to her feet.
At that exact same time Gloria is rushing across the ring, springing off the middle rope and then twisting into a dropkick on Selena’s chest. Selena is sent flying off the apron and to the outside of the ring, but her feet never hit the mats. Instead Selena lands on top of the shoulders of both Samantha and Crissy.
Greyson: HAHAHAHA….BRILLIANT!
Sparkles: Samantha and Crissy just accidently caught Selena.
They then return Selena to the ring, throwing her onto the apron where she grabs the top rope and flips over it, her legs landing on Gloria’s shoulders before hitting a head scissors take down. Selena then gets to her feet just in time to be hit with a lariat by Tina, who hasn’t forgotten that in Selena’s debut she attempted to trap Tina in the Frost Bite submission hold. Tina then pops up to her feet and catches Kordy charging in with a lariat across the throat as well, knocking her to the canvas. Marina leaps from the apron to the top rope and springs off towards Tina, who turns in the nick of time to deliver a big boot across Marina’s jaw. Marina is taken to the canvas and now Tina is the only one standing in the ring. Or at least that’s the case up until Ember breaks free from the hands of her friends, Samantha and Crissy, then goes rushing into the ring. Ember then spears Tina to the ribs, taking her down to the canvas before introducing her fist to Tina’s face.
Greyson: Ember getting revenge on Tina for that attack before this match could get started.
Sparkles: Whoop that trick, Ember!
Ember continues to unleash punches across Tina’s face to the delight of the crowd. At the same time Kordy is getting to her feet with the aid of the ropes, holding her jaw after that sickening lariat she received from Tina.
That’s when to the shock of everyone Susie Moore comes rushing down the ramp and sliding into the ring.
Greyson: No Susie no!
Susie, who’s arm hangs limp at her side, rushes across the ring attempting to get revenge on Kordy for attacking her before the match began. She unleashes a feral scream then charges at Kordy, who suddenly drops to her back and pulls down on the top rope. As a result Susie goes flying over Kordy, flying over the ropes and crashing to the mats.
Sparkles: Susie ELIMINATED!
Kordy shakes her head in the direction of Susie before Kordy almost has her own head taken off when Marina charges across the ring and hits her with a lariat across the throat. The blow sends Kordy flipping up and over the cables only to ultimately land on the apron.
Greyson: And Kordy ALMOST eliminated immediately after taking out the ever so bubbly Susie.
Marina sticks her foot through the ropes and places it to Kordy’s throat as Kordy lies on the apron. Marina grabs the top rope for added leverage, pushing with all of her leg strength to shove Kordy to the outside of the ring.
In an opposite corner Selena is stooped under Gloria’s legs, lifting up on them and attempting to flip her back over the ropes and eliminate her from the match. At the same Ember has Tina on her feet and is backing her towards the cables via knife edge chops across the chest.
Suddenly some all too familiar entrance music belts through the speakers, everyone veering their eyes to the stage where the last person anyone expected to see comes strutting to the stage. That person is none other than LeTITicus.
Greyson: Oh Jesus God no.
Leviticus, dressed in the worse drag queen ensemble ever seen, pauses on the stage fixing the beach balls he has stuffed under the bosom of his dress and adjusting the bright red wig that crudely hides the knots on his head. Although Leviticus is still suffering the effects of the assault he received at the hands of Katelyn Buehler earlier in the night he seems intent on entering this Open Invitational.
Greyson: Tell me I’m not seeing what I think I’m seeing right now.
Sparkles: It’s the return of LeTITicus.
Greyson: This is the worst thing to happen in the history of mankind. I would take witnessing the drowning of a thousand baby kittens over LeTITicus.
LeTITicus, with microphone in hand, starts down the ramp.
LeTITicus: That’s right sugar boogers. Get your bibs ready to soak up all that drool, because a REAL woman…one that OOZES of sex appeal…is entering this Noel Invitational. It’s time for LeTITicus to rock your world and totes become number one contender for the Queen of the Ring Title!
LeTITicus slides into the ring and immediately joins Selena in attempting to eliminate Gloria from the match. He steps under one of Gloria’s legs while Selena is stooped under the other, the pair trying to force Gloria into a backwards flip over the top rope. Suddenly Selena looks to her right though and spots the man helping her, inspiring Selena to drop Gloria’s leg and step back. Selena looks LeTITicus up and down with a sneer on her face. LeTITicus then turns towards Selena and lifts his palm into the air for a high five.
LeTITicus: Us bitches need to stick together. Femininity ROCKS!
LeTITicus continues to raise his hand in anticipation of a high five but instead what he receives is a lethal jumping back heel kick to the jaw from Selena. The blow knocks LeTITicus off of his feet and to the canvas. Just then another familiar into track hits the PA system and the curtains open to reveal a sight just as, or perhaps even more, disturbing that Leviticus in drag. ‘Mr. Ridiculous’ Fitzgerald, Leviticus’ tag team partner, moves to the stage wearing a pink tutu, a bright blonde wig on top of his head and a sparkling tiara across his brow.
Greyson: Oh for fuck sakes.
Mr. Ridiculous has his stuffed cat Scruffy, also wearing a blonde wig, tucked under his arm while his opposite hand is occupied by a microphone.
Mr. Ridiculous: LeTITicus is right. Femininity is awesome, and I’m here to prove it. MRS. Ridiculous is about to bring a bit more estrogen to that ring and become the number one contender for the Queen of the Ring Title.
MRS. Ridiculous comes rushing down the ramp and slides into the ring, his tiara immediately being removed and thrown straight into Selena’s chest. He then goes for a right hand on her face only to have Selena duck and then catch him with a leaping knee strike to the back of his head.
Greyson: MRS. Ridiculous? Honestly now….
Sparkles: This is awesome. LeTITicus and MRS. Ridiculous should form a team.
Greyson: They already HAVE formed a team, Sparkles. That’s Mr. Ridiculous and Leviticus.
Sparkles: The hell you say.
The fans are starting a ‘this is awesome’ chant at the sight of LeTITicus and MRS. Ridiculous entering this Noel Open Invitational Battle Royal. The two now put their heads together, LITERALLY. They roll to one another’s sides, place one another in side headlocks then turn one another into battering rams. They rush right at Selena and nail her to the ribs with the top of their skulls, knocking her back into the turnbuckle. They then stand up and high five one another before turning towards the inbound Ember and hitting her with a double back elbow, knocking her to the canvas. Once Ember goes down, LeTITicus and MRS. Ridiculous begin to swivel their hips and turn in circles to the absolute disgust of the crowd. Once they stop flaunting their money makers the two interlock hands and drop a double elbow into Ember’s chest.
Greyson: This is the most…..
”BA….BAAAAMMMM!”
This word is roared over the PA system and now some Bollywood style music starts to play through the speakers. All eyes suddenly transfer to the entry way where an enormous individual comes stepping through the curtains. The seven foot giant stops on the stage twirling a rose in his fingers and suavely running his hand through his jet black hair.
Greyson: Who in the hell is THIS now!?!
Sparkles: I believe, based on what I’ve heard on-line, that’s The Great Ba Bam. And he is quite the charmer.
Greyson: Oh yes, I had heard rumors that he signed a contract with the IWC, and I’ve ALSO heard that he has some type of animal magnetism that just draws in the ladies.
Sparkles: No better time than to debut here and now then. I guess he’s here to employ that magnetism on all the ladies in this Battle Royal.
The Great Ba-Bam continues down the ramp eliciting quite the uproar from the fans. Eventually he steps up onto the apron and then right over it. The Great Ba-Bam steps up right behind Marina and taps her on the shoulder. Marina spins around with her fists raised at first before all of her defenses suddenly drop. Her eyes light up as she looks the Great Ba-Bam up and down, soaking it all in. Her cheeks instantly go red and her lips upturn into a smile. She looks absolutely smitten by the 7’4 behemoth, and within seconds she’s sent head over heels when The Great Ba-Bam offers her a rose.
Sparkles: Awwwww.
Greyson: Marina almost-almost looks hypnotized.
Sparkles: Is she hypnotized, or mesmerized?
The Great Ba-Bam taps a finger to his cheek while leaning down towards Marina, who just can’t help herself. She leans in and kisses the giant on his face to both applause and laugher from the crowd. The Great Ba-Bam then turns his face and taps his lips, insisting that Marina give him a smooch on the mouth this time. Before she can be hypnotized into doing so, both MRS. Ridiculous and LeTITicus leap on the Great Ba-Bam and begin smothering his cheeks with kisses.
Greyson: Oh my God! LeTITicus and MRS. Ridiculous, they’re spellbound as well!
Sparkles: So the Great Ba-Bam’s romantic powers work on those even impersonating the opposite sex?
The fans are cracking up with laughter as the Great Ba-Bam staggers back into the ropes with both MRS. Ridiculous and LeTITicus hanging from his neck, continuing to shower the giant’s cheeks with smooches. Finally the Great Ba-Bam turns and throws both men off his neck and into the ropes. The second MRS. Ridiculous and LeTITicus hits the cables, Ember rushes in and delivers a stereo lariat, sending both men flipping over the ropes, eliminating them simultaneously.
Greyson: LeTITicus and MRS. Ridiculous thrown out. They’ve been eliminated from the Noel Elimination.
To properly congratulate Ember on a job well done, The Great Ba-Bam bends forward and gives her a come hither glance. Ember is all at once overcome by the goliath’s charms. Much like Marina, Ember seems hypnotized by the seven footer. But before she can give over to The Great Ba-Bam’s charms, Kordy comes rushing in behind the massive man, takes him under the leg and pushes him forward into the ropes. She ultimately lifts up on his leg and sends Ba-Bam flipping over the ropes and crashing to the mats.
Greyson: And now Ba-Bam eliminated by Kordy!
Sparkles: She single handedly just tossed a seven footer out of the ring.
Just then Kordy turns back towards her original target, Tina. The two leap at one another and immediately begin to exchange punches to the delight of the crowd.
Kord: Kordy is gonna kill you!
Tina: Bring it you stupid bitch.
The punches exchanged between both ladies eventually brings them towards the ropes, Tina and Kordy falling against the cables. That’s when Ember comes charging in and nails them both with clotheslines, sending Tina AND Kordy flipping over the ropes. But the pair do not hit the outside mats, instead they land on the apron. They then rise to their feet and begin to exchange punches, trying their best to eliminate one another from this match.
Sparkles: So much for Alana getting these two back on the same page tonight.
Greyson: Any potential alliance between Kordy, Tina and Alana, has to be all but a distant memory.
The shots continue to be exchanged between these two ladies with nothing to bring an end to the violence…with one exception.
Alana: Now-now ladies, you two are not behaving yourselves…..
Everything about Alana seems to be different as she steps through the curtains and to the stage. The tone and cadence of her voice, her mannerisms, even the gait of her step. But primarily, the one glaring difference between the Alana seen earlier tonight, and the Alana who stands on the stage now, is in her eyes.
Alana: I told you two that you would start playing nicey-nice, and you WILL!
Alana’s jet black eyes, void of pupils, are fixated on the ring where a stunned Kordy and Tina have stopped throwing shots and are now staring at the transformed X-Class Champion.
Alana: It’s time for the both of you to fall in line with the GOOD….Evvvvvviiiillll…..
Alana begins to thrust her fists up into the air while chanting.
Alana: EVIL! EVIL! EVIL!
Many of the fans actually join in on this chant, but not Kordy and not Tina. The two just glare at Alana with their jaws hanging open. Only Kordy is capable of overcoming her shock and producing words.
Kordy: Where do I get eyes like that?
Suddenly Tina goes rushing at Kordy and Kordy snaps out of her daze to rush at Tina, the two hitting one another with lariats. Both of their bodies collapse from the apron to the outside mats.
Greyson: What in the hell has happened to Alana Starr? Her eyes are oily black now.
Sparkles: It looks like Aiken Frost’s evil influence has infected her just like it’s infected all the members of Aiken’s New Eden.
Greyson: And because of the distraction she just created, both Kordy and Tina have eliminated one another from this Open Invitational.
The crowd stops chanting ‘evil’ and now starts to scream in response to Gloria sneaking in behind Ember, catching her arms and twisting her around into position for the unprettier. But Ember suddenly counters and pulls her head down and sticks it under Gloria’s seat before standing up and holding her in an electric chair drop position. The screeches from the fans only grow louder as Ember backs towards the ropes and prepares to throw her over the cables out of the electric chair drop position. But just then Gloria wraps her legs around Ember’s neck and as Gloria falls back over the cables she pulls Ember into a reverse hurricarana. Ember is sent flipping over the cables and then twisting down to the outside mats.
Greyson: Gloria eliminating Ember Young from the Noel Invitational via that amazing inverted hurricarana.
Sparkles: I definitely did not see that coming.
Gloria now rises to her feet staring down at Ember and smiling. Her grin is removed when Selena comes charging across the ring and throws a right hand that Gloria manages to side step. Gloria then launches her leg over the top rope and nails Selena in the forehead with a kick. The blow sends Selena staggering back and towards Referee Michelle Blacker.
To the shock of the crowd, Blacker grabs Selena by the back of the head, twists her around towards the ropes and throws her over.
Greyson: WHAT!?!
Sparkles: Michelle Blacker, the referee, she just eliminated….
Greyson: No Selena is hanging in there.
Selena flies over the ropes but grabs the middle cable and lands on her seat across the apron, just barely preventing elimination. Blacker then comes rushing in to knock her off the apron only to have Selena extend her head through the ropes, sticking it under the referee’s butt and then back dropping her. Blacker flies over the ropes and crashes to the mats.
Greyson: Blacker tried to sneak in there and eliminate Selena, but she ended up paying for it.
Sparkles: Selena tosses her. I guess since Blacker is technically a lady, she thought she could participate in this match as well.
Blacker stands up at ringside and shrugs before sliding back into the ring and continuing to officiate this crazy Noel Invitational. Selena also re-enters the ring just in time to be hit with a running boot to the side of the face by Marina. The shot sends Selena twisting into the cables and falling back against them. Just then Marina is spun around by Gloria and nailed with a hard palm thrust across the cheek. The shot sends Marina twisting away from her adversary then falling to her knees.
Gloria’s confidence grows before it’s burst like a pimple when Selena rushes across the ring and drives her knee right into Gloria’s ribs, doubling her over. Selena then places Gloria in a side headlock, punching her repeatedly to the face. The two ladies continue to go back and forth before Marina suddenly steps in and lunges into the air, landing on the shoulders of BOTH Gloria and Selena then hitting them with a double hurricarana. The crowd erupts as both Selena and Gloria go rolling across the canvas.
The pair looks shaken up by the double hurricarana from Marina, who is back on her feet and really getting fired up. She then turns towards Selena, rushing straight at her with a boot aimed at her gut. But Selena catches the inbound boot and swings it away from her body, sending Marina’s leg into the waiting arms of Gloria.
Before Gloria can turn her grasp on Marina’s leg to her advantage, Selena grabs Gloria’s leg and hits it with a dragon screw leg whip. As a result Gloria pulls Marina down into the dragon screw leg whip as well. The crowd erupts at the sight of Selena hitting the double dragon screw.
Selena then pops back up to her feet listening to the loud reaction from the crowd and really getting fired up at this point…..or cooled off….whatever phrase best describes the motivated Snow Queen. She steps towards Marina, grabs her by the neck and forces her up to her feet before placing her in positon for the Cold Snap.
Selena is just about to hit the snapmare on Marina, before Gloria rushes into the fray, grabs Selena around the neck then drops into a stunner. Yet Selena keeps her arm wrapped around Marina’s neck, pulling her down into the stunner as well.
A loud pop is heard from the fans as Selena and Marina are hit with simultaneous stunners that sends both of their bodies staggering back into the cables then flipping over them to the outside of the ring.
Greyson: Selena and Marina simultaneously eliminated…..
Sparkles: Hold on Lovejoy, it looks like they grabbed the ropes.
Indeed.
Much to Gloria’s dismay both of her opponents have taken hold of the top rope and have landed across the apron. Selena and Marina then work their way to their feet where they begin to exchange punches and kicks, trying to knock one another off the apron.
Gloria will help them in this department.
She rushes across the ring and dives with a flying forearm aimed at both of her opponents’ faces. Gloria is right about to connect and knock the two off the apron only to have Marina and Selena reach over the ropes, hook her under both arms and then stereo hip toss Gloria.
The crowd goes bonkers as Gloria flips over the top rope then goes crashing down to the outside mats.
Greyson: A stereo hip toss to the outside!
Sparkles: Gloria Noel is eliminated!
Greyson: And now we’re down to two.
Sparkles: Either Marina Valdivia or Selena Frost are about to be crowned the number one contender for the Queen of the Ring Title.
The Hollywood Starlet and the Snow Queen stand on the apron, Marina and Selena now duking it out to win this match and become number one contender. They trade punches back and forth and then exchange knife edge chops, then exchange forearms, then exchange headbutts, but nothing will take either lady off the apron and send them crashing to the mats below.
Finally Selena hits a big boot under Marina’s jaw, sending her staggering back but NOT going down off the apron. Somehow Marina manages to hook the top rope and keep from going down. Selena then comes charging at her opponent only to have Marina leap into the air, landing on Selena’s shoulders. She drops back and attempts to hit the hurricarana on the Snow Queen. There is quite the swell of excitement in the stands as Marina goes to hurricarana Selena off the apron and to the outside mats. But Selena suddenly wedges her hands to the back of Marina’s thighs and shoves them into the air, blocking the hurricarana and sending Marina flipping over backwards. The crowd covers their mouths in anticipation of seeing Marina collapse to the outside, but instead she flips back and lands on her feet across the apron.
That’s when Gloria, under orders from her agent Mason Van Stanton, goes rushing in beneath both ladies and reaches up from the ringside mats, grabbing them by their ankles. To the disgust of the masses Gloria yanks both Marina and Selena’s feet out from under them, causing both ladies to go crashing down to the mats at the same time.
Greyson: HEY! Dammit Gloria!!
Sparkles: It should be Mason Van Stanton you damn, he’s the one who ordered Gloria to do that.
Greyson: Gloria pulling Marina and Selena out of the ring simultaneously, so what does this mean? Who becomes number one contender for the Queen of the Ring Title?
Mason doesn’t care who won this match, he’s far too busy verbally skewering Gloria as the two make their way to the back. As this pair leaves the ringside area, another pair stands on the mats, Marina and Selena, both glaring into the ring at the official. They wait for some type of confirmation regarding which of them will become number one contender for the Queen of the Ring Title. They are pleading their respective cases before Blacker, who now stands before them and intently listens. Finally she grabs both Marina and Selena by their wrists, lifting the arms of both ladies into the air.
Greyson: It happened again!
Sparkles: This is the second straight Queen of the Ring contenders match that ends with the naming of TWO number one contenders.
Greyson: Marina Valdivia and Selena Frost, they’ll BOTH go on to challenge new Queen of the Ring Champion, Jessica Lasiewicz for her title.
This decision from Blacker doesn’t sit well with either Marina OR Selena, who tear their arms away from the referee and begin to bicker with one another.
Greyson: Neither of these ladies very happy with this announcement.
Sparkles: Can you blame…..
Greyson: Hold on Sparkles, I’m hearing that something is happening backstage…get cameras back there PRONTO!
BACKSTAGE
Marie: Rip it off of her! Rip it off!
The cameras transition from the tumultuous situation in the ring to a jarring visual backstage.
Number One Contender to the World Championship, Taylor Chase, is splayed across the floor with Sienna Swann, Angelica Jones, Lenore Price-Mason and Marie Jones standing over top of her. Silas World has Taylor pinned to the ground as Marie removes the titanium knee brace that wraps around Taylor’s leg.
Taylor: Let me go dammit.
Taylor TRIES to fight back but finds it difficult when all of her limbs are restrained by her former Silas World associates. She cannot prevent the removal of her knee brace nor can she can get her hands on the man now wheeling into view. Silas Mason pulls up beside Taylor, slouching in his wheelchair and craning his neck to the side.
Silas: What the good Silas giveth.
Silas types his words into the computer, speakers providing him with a voice.
Silas: The good Silas taketh away.
Marie ends up with the knee brace in hand that Silas gifted to Taylor several months ago.
Silas: Let’s see you beat Ba’al now without my help and without your knee brace.
BACKSTAGE
Moments after scoop slamming Mason Van Stanton out of the ring, Eric Moxley, CNG Commentator, traverses the backstage corridors. A smile is plastered across his face, one that is suddenly evaporated when he spots Ba’al standing in front of him.
Ba’al: Hello dear boy.
Moxley’s eyes widen as the SIN Champion approaches, followed by his wife Rachel Foxx, Ba’al’s sister Jaina, and the imposing Decay. The four approach Moxley and eventually have him surrounded.
Ba’al: You wished to conduct an interview with the contender to my championship this evening, yes? To what gain precisely?
Moxley: Erm, to get her views on her title bout.
Ba’al: So you wished to hear a misguided perception from a very troubled, and lost soul? Tisk-tisk, Mr. Moxley. If you wished for a reliable opinion of tonight’s SIN Title bout, you should have come directly to me.
Moxley: I went where I was assigned….
Ba’al: An assignment you SHOULD have questioned, and ultimately should have refused. Taylor Chase would only spout lies. She would tell you how long she has waited for this title bout, and how many obstacles she’s climbed, and then make such glorious promises that she would NEVER be capable of fulfilling. Ultimately, she would be setting up her faithful followers for the greatest of disappointments. If you had come to me I would have have spared both you, and she, from the backslash of hate that would no doubt proceed her most false promises.
Moxley: Pretty confident aye?
Ba’al: Confidence has nothing to do with it dear boy. My victory tonight has been ordained since Mrs. Chase and I began down this path over six months ago. It is not confidence, it is certainty. My followers, my supporters, my legion, they have NOTHING to fear, for I shall not fail them. I will keep my title, and the Sinistry will retain ownership of this company. Our influence will expand, and the Frost family will only strengthen our grip. As it is written, so it shall come to pass.
Moxley: Ooookay.
Ba’al: Taylor’s attempt to stand against destiny will be as feeble as your company’s, CNG, attempts to stave off the influence of my family. She and the CNG have much in common. BOTH have resisted the Sinistry’s offers to become indoctrinated into the Sinistry’s methodologies, and both shall fail. The longer CNG resists us, the greater the impact we will make when our power corrodes the protective barriers you have set in place and we plunge our hands through the ribs to squeeze hold of your federation’s heart. Taylor Chase, for the better part of 2014, she has attempted to resist us, she has fought us for all she is worth, and her reward for this struggle? The worse heartache she has EVER endured. A heartache that could have been prevented if she had simply let us in. I placed her husband on life support when he stood against me, and I shall do far worse to Taylor for resisting my offer to join my family.
BA’AL © VS. TAYLOR CHASE:
WORLD TITLE/CARTEL CHAOS
Excitement levels are surging as the biggest title match in IWC history is about to unfold. Before we get to this championship bout, we get a sight that takes the crowd from cloud nine, to the mud puddles down on planet earth. Kloe Masters, Majority Owner, and Special Guest Referee for this Cartel Chaos match sucks the joy right out of the building when she makes her way down the ramp. The commentary team of Greyson and Sparkles sound JUST as aggravated as the crowd once the pair’s voices filter into the background.
Greyson: Why couldn’t it have been an Opium induced hallucination when Kloe Masters was announced as special guest referee for this title bout?
Sparkles: Because then it wouldn’t set up for a far more dramatic title bout.
Greyson: This pending title match was already plenty dramatic without the influence of Kloe Masters, a woman aligned with the Sinistry and with a bitter history with Taylor Chase. Well ladies and gentlemen, in spite of Kloe’s inclusion as special guest referee, what we are about to see is truly the end of an era here in the IWC.
Sparkles: We’re going to witness a title match that has been…GOD….soooo long in the making.
Greyson: Over six months, Sparkles, ever since Extreme Fury, when Taylor Chase lost her title to Ba’al and the Sinistry. Since that night so much has come to pass between Ba’al and Taylor…crucifixions, betrayals, kidnappings, and so much more.
Sparkles: Culminating to the Sinistry helping Kloe Masters claim control of the company, stealing it from Taylor’s husband, Orlando.
Greyson: And culminating to a match with so many HUGE stipulations.
One person who is profoundly affected by these stipulations, Kloe Masters, enters the ring where she will make every effort to ensure Taylor Chase does NOT regain the World Championship. And she’s not the only one who has went out of their way to complicate Taylor’s title pursuit. This much is evident when “Boss’s Daughter” blares through the speakers and Taylor Chase makes her way to the stage, sans her titanium knee brace. Nevertheless the fans are screaming past their lung capacity. Every seat is abandoned in order for the fans to leap to their feet and shower Taylor with so much love and affection. She remains centered though, trying to look past the cheers, past the adulation and keep her focus on what matters more than anything, reuniting her husband with control of his federation, and reuniting her waist with the World Title.
Sparkles: So much on the line for Taylor tonight.
Greyson: She’s facing a man who crucified her husband, crucified her father, crucified her best friend, forced her good friend Katelyn Buehler to turn against her, collaborated in bringing her sister Mika Kozlov into the Sinistry, and so much more.
Sparkles: Plus, as we learned at the beginning of the night, her CAREER is on the line.
Greyson: If Taylor loses tonight, she’s gone. That’s it. Kloe plans on firing her right in the middle of the ring.
Sparkles: Tay-Tay is going to die before she lets that happen.
Speaking of death, that’s exactly what might be in store for Kloe if she didn’t exit the ring just as Taylor entered. Taylor steps towards Kloe, who wisely rolls out of the ring and begins to threaten the number one contender. Taylor finally turns away from Kloe, then approaches the nearest turnbuckle, scaling to the middle rope then lifting her arms into the air, receiving a reaction that is simply unreal.
Greyson: These fans know it, Sparkles, they can feel it.
Sparkles: I’d like to feel a few of them too.
Greyson: There is something in the air tonight, the crowd just amped up for what is, without a doubt, the BIGGEST World Title match we’ve ever seen.
Sparkles: if Taylor wins tonight, ownership of the company is taken from Kloe Masters and Desmond Drake and goes back to Orlando. And more importantly, if Taylor wins she becomes the World Champion.
Taylor drops from the turnbuckle and leans over the ropes, staring at Kloe. The only thing that pulls Taylor’s focus from the woman who stabbed both she and her husband Orlando, in their backs, are the lyrics belting through the PA system.
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 individuals can be seen stepping through them onto the stage.
The lights on the stage raise back to their normal level as a wave of boos wash over the three individuals at the top of the ramp. Ba’al and Rachel share a look of contempt for the fans as Jaina smirks at the people in the crowd, going as far as to wave at them mockingly, blowing kisses at them. After a small moment, Decay steps through the curtains too, coming to a stop and lingering a few feet behind the three people in front of him. With another smirk, Jaina turns back to her brother and his better half and the three of them begin to walk down to the ring, Decay following behind keeping an eye on the people in the crowd. At the bottom of the ramp, Ba’al walks up the steps before stopping next to them and offering his hand to Rachel, who places her own hand into his. Ba’al kisses the back of her hand before helping her up the steps. Turning around, Ba’al grabs the bottom rope and hops up onto the apron with one knee, pausing to smirk at the masses who continue to boo the pair as Jaina skips around to the other side of the ring with Decay following her, silently standing at ringside as Jaina taunts the fans in the front row. On the apron, Ba’al has pushed up to his feet and he has hold of the middle rope, pushing the bottom rope down to open them for Rachel to climb through.
With Rachel inside the ring, Ba’al steps under the top rope himself and walks right to the centre of the ring, where he adopts a mock-crucifix pose usually associated with Ms. Foxx. On the outside, Jaina now leans against the apron looking on at her brother with a smile on her face, while Decay stands with his back to the ring keeping watch. As Ba’al stands there looking up into the rafters, Rachel walks in front of him, running a finger along his arm, across his chest and back down the other arm, but as she gets to his other hand, Ba’al quickly clasps her hand and spins her in a dramatic dance move before taking her in his arms and looking her deep in the eyes, a smile spreading across both their faces before he lets go of Rachel and she makes her exit to the apron, where she stands in Ba’al’s corner, leaning into the ropes and whispering something into his ear as they await the start of the match.
Ba’al then removes his SIN Championship belt from his waist, allowing it to dangle from his palm.
Sparkles: There is the man who has not just taken possession of the World Title, but has managed to corrupt the ENTIRE federation.
Greyson: Indeed, ever since Invictus, Ba’al has been on a mission to take full control over the IWC, and he has finally succeeded. He has Desmond Drake and Kloe Masters under his spell, and he has throngs upon throngs of IWC employees answering to his every whim. He has managed to infiltrate and influence almost every aspect of the federation, and now there is only one person who can break that grasp he has on this company’s soul.
Sparkles; Taylor Chase.
Greyson: Yep. Unlike everyone else who Ba’al wields control over, Taylor has resisted. She has fought the Sinistry tooth and nail in spite of their best efforts to brainwash her. She cost Ba’al a victory over Shaun Cruze back at Upping the Ante, she gave Ba’al’s wife, Rachel Foxx, the True Story, she has bested every single wall the Sinistry has thrown in front of her. Taylor Chase will stop at NOTHING to regain the title tonight, and put 75% ownership of this federation back in the hands of her husband.
Sparkles: Everything is on the line in this match, Greyson, EVERYTHING.
Greyson: And it’s all to be contested with no rules, no count-outs….the first ever CARTEL CHAOS match.
Kloe Masters enters the ring with the smuggest of grins before turning to Ba’al and requesting his championship. Ba’al extends the SIN Title to her, Kloe taking the gold in one hand, lifting it above her head and then calling for the bell with the other hand. The reaction from the excited crowd is HUGE when the bell rings in the background.
Sparkles: This is it!
Greyson: We’re finally underway with the most eagerly anticipated match in IWC history……
Sparkles: YIKES!
The moment the bell rings Taylor leaves her feet, and titanium knee brace or no titanium knee brace, she nails Kloe right in the jaw with the TKO.
Greyson: TKO right out of the gates…
Sparkles: Spinning Kloe’s head around into a friggin 360!
Greyson: That had to feel so good for Taylor!
Kloe drops the title belt on the canvas, goes spiraling across the ring and ultimately spilling through the ropes to the outside of the ring. The belt crashes to the canvas behind Taylor, who is snarling over the cables at the Majority Owner. Tay wanted no part of Kloe as the special referee, and just made sure she is left in no capacity to officiate this main event. And now that Kloe is removed, Taylor can turn her focus back to her original opponent only to find her eyes closed by the SIN Title smashing into her face. Ba’al charges in and bashes Taylor across the brow with the belt, knocking her to the canvas.
Greyson: And now Ba’al BASHES Taylor in the face with the title.
Sparkles: I can never recall a title match beginning like this before.
Greyson: They call the stip Cartel Chaos for a reason.
Ba’al doesn’t bother with wasting time, he steps back and gestures for his followers to deal with Taylor.
Decay, Jaina, and Ba’al’s wife Rachel come sliding into the ring, surround Taylor and are on the cusp of putting their boots to her before the fans swell with such excitement instead of dread. Kelcey Wallace, Taylor’s best friend, and Orlando Cruze, Taylor’s husband, come charging down the ramp straight for the ring.
Greyson: Here comes Taylor’s reinforcements right out of the gates!
Sparkles: Ba’al was already sicking his group on Taylor, but her loved ones won’t let that happen.
Ba’al redirects his associates, sending Decay, Jaina and Rachel rolling out of the ring and cutting off Orlando and Kelcey on the ramp. A huge brawl begins between all five individuals that eventually spills into the backstage area, leaving this match exactly the way it should have been to begin with, one on one. With or without his followers Ba’al prepares to finish off Taylor. Already he’s crouched behind her, signaling for his challenger to stand so that he can deliver the Totalis.
The crowd is stunned at the sight of blood seeping down Taylor’s forehead, her face coming into view as she ascends to her feet.
Greyson: Taylor BUSTED after that shot with the title belt.
Sparkles: But this match has only just started.
Ba’al continues to crouch in anticipation of hitting his finishing move on the unsuspecting Taylor, who’s brain was rattled by the blow with the title. She finally staggers back into Ba’al, who lunges into the air catches her around the neck and drives the back of her head right into the canvas via the Totalis.
Greyson: He hits it! Ba’al hits it!
Sparkles: After all of this hype, the biggest title match in IWC may end within a matter of minutes.
Referee Stuart Wright is about to make sure of that. In spite of an aching jaw, the results of the bullhammer elbow he suffered at the hands of Scott Cannon earlier tonight, a move he’s had ample time to recover from, SIN official Wright comes sliding into the ring to take over officiating this match. He slaps the canvas to nothing but despair from the masses.
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And the screams from the fans are all the more deafening when Taylor launches her shoulder into the air, kicking out mere seconds before the three.
Greyson: Not happening!
Sparkles: Taylor refusing to go down…..mmmmm….
Greyson: Sparkles!
Sparkles: Sorry. Where was I? Oh yeah, Taylor refusing to GIVE UP that quickly.
The fans are slapping the barricades and stomping their feet in reaction to Taylor’s kick out. She rolls away from Ba’al, who begrudgingly rises to his feet while approaching his coveted SIN Championship. He slides it into his palms then crouches, preparing to knock Taylor out with the title a second time. With blood dribbling down her face Taylor stands and steps unsuspectingly into ANOTHER shot across the face via the championship.
The big gold belt bashes off of Taylor’s face and knocks her to the canvas where Ba’al is falling into the lateral press. He hooks Taylor’s leg for the three, receiving nothing but fierce cries from the crowd. Wright drops down and makes a quick, emphatic count.
Greyson: This can’t be how it all ends.
Sparkles: Sorry Tay-Tay, it was nice looking at your ass while I had the chance.
Wright’s hand moves very quickly to the canvas.
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It seems Wright is just about to fast count Taylor before the official is dragged out of the ring by his ankle. Before Wright even realizes what’s happening, he drops to the mats and is bent back into the arms of IWC Head Referee Marcus Mayfield. The official hits the Spin Cycle on Wright, driving Wright into the mats with the rolling cutter.
Greyson: MAYFIELD! Head IWC official, he just laid out the SIN Head Referee with the Spin Cycle!
Sparkles: Mayfield said earlier tonight he wasn’t going to let the SIN officials influence the outcome of this bout.
Greyson: And he just made good on that promise.
Mayfield not only removes Wright from the equation but now he inserts himself into this match. Mayfield slides into the ring and prepares to officiate this main event, and do so…FAIRLY.
Ba’al isn’t about to have any of it though, stepping towards Mayfield and threatening him. He digs his finger into Mayfield’s chest, pushing the official back into the ropes. But Mayfield retaliates, SHOVING Ba’al backwards in response to his intimidation techniques. The shove sends Ba’al staggering back before turning into a boot to the ribs and a DDT by Taylor onto the SIN Title belt. The crowd pops HUGE as Ba’al’s skull bounces off of the belt, sending him popping back up to his knees. His eyes just begin to roll back into his head before almost being knocked right out of their sockets when Taylor leaps into the TKO. Her knee bashes Ba’al in the temple, knocking him onto his back and resulting in an ear drum bursting reaction from the crowd.
Greyson: T.K.O!
Sparkles: You’re already going hoarse, Lovejoy.
Greyson: Can you blame me?
It looks as if a new champion is about to be crowned as a bloodied Taylor crawls into the cover and hooks both of Ba’al’s legs. Mayfield drops into position, checking to make sure both shoulders are down before making the count.
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The fans can’t believe it, the referee can’t believe it, and the number one contender can’t believe it, when Ba’al’s arm comes launching into the air, refusing to succumb to the three count.
Taylor sits up grimacing, swiping the blood out of her emotive eyes.
Greyson: I wonder if Taylor’s TKO would have picked her up the win IF she had her titanium knee brace.
Sparkles: Which we saw Silas steal from her backstage before this match began.
Taylor isn’t pulling any punches, rolling out of the ring and then reaching beneath it before retrieving a steel chair. She rolls into the ring and prepares to put that chair to good use by opening it just enough so that she can slide it around Ba’al’s head. The chair sandwiches Ba’al’s skull and Taylor now prepares to crush it. She backs up into the turnbuckle, scales to the middle rope and the crowd begins to get very excited when they spot her lunging through the air and coming down with a stomp right onto the chair.
Yes, she stomps the chair, but no, she does not crush Ba’al’s head.
He pulls his head out of the chair in the nick of time, preventing the conclusion of not only his title reign, but perhaps his life.
Greyson: Ba’al barely avoiding his own damnation.
Ba’al puts sufficient space between he and Taylor before climbing up to his feet and charging at his challenger only to end up with a mouth full of steel. Taylor picks up the chair and throws it with all of her strength right into Ba’al’s forehead. The steel connects with Ba’al’s brow and has him dropping to his knees in response. His eyes flutter, desperately trying to remain open before they are finally shut when Taylor picks up the chair and throws it into his forehead a second time. Ba’al teeters back and forth between his knees before finally being dropped to his back when Taylor picks up the chair and throws into his brow a THIRD time. The steel cracks off of Ba’al’s face and knocks him to the canvas.
Taylor lays Ba’al out with the multiple chair shots and then approaches the ropes, sliding through them to the apron. The crowd gets very excited at the sight of Taylor springing to the top rope and then taking to the air, connecting with a springboard 450 splash that sends her crashing right into Ba’al’s chest.
Greyson: Springboard 450!
Sparkles: And……wait, what is Tay doing?
Instead of predictably going for the pin, Taylor rolls off of Ba’al’s body and towards the ropes opposite to the ones she just sprung off of. She reaches the cables, leaps over them to the apron then springs back to the top rope, hitting ANOTHER springboard 450 splash. She drives all of the air out of Ba’al’s body and might have just clinched her victory.
Now she DOES go for the pin, and Mayfield is right there to render the three count.
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A three count that fails to materialize when Ba’al gets his shoulder out from under Taylor’s body.
Greyson: Not even TWO 450 splashes could not put Ba’al down.
Sparkles: Ba’al’s a monster, don’t you get that yet? He’s a frackin’ MONSTER. And monsters don’t give up that easily.
Although Ba’al’s head and mid-section are agitated by the numerous blows he’s suffered, he is already starting to work his way up to his feet. Taylor is already back up though and is sliding out of the ring. She grabs hold of the tarp hanging from the apron, throws it into the air and reaches beneath it, grabbing a ladder. The sight of the ladder sliding into the ring elicits an excited response from the crowd. Once in the squared circle Taylor picks up the ladder, placing it in front of her and preparing to fling it right into her opponent. Taylor takes off across the ring and throws the ladder right into the upright Ba’al, knocking him down to his knees. The rungs bounce off of his face and the ladder bounces back into Taylor’s hands. She then returns the ladder to Ba’al’s face for a SECOND time. The steel rungs crack across Ba’al’s forehead, the ladder ricocheting off his flesh. Once again the ladder falls into Taylor’s hands before she launches it back into Ba’al’s forehead for a THIRD time.
Greyson: Much like the chair, Taylor repeatedly driving that ladder straight into Ba’al’s face.
Sparkles: Taylor taking no chances, employing a rudimentary and yet BRUTAL strategy to wear Ba’al down.
And she seems to be doing a fairly sufficient job of it.
Taylor has Ba’al kneeling on the canvas, wavering back and forth but still not going down. Now Taylor picks up the ladder and sticks her own head through the rungs. The ladder is draped over Taylor’s head as well as her shoulders. She then twists her body and waits for Ba’al to stand up before swinging the bottom section of the ladder around, driving it into the side of Ba’al’s head. The blow from the ladder sends Ba’al twisting away from Taylor and stooping towards the canvas.
Taylor keeps the ladder stretched over her shoulders with her head stuck between the rungs before swinging around once again. She is just about to drive the struts into Ba’al’s face before he suddenly spins around and drives a steel chair into the ladder Tay has her head struck through the rungs of. As a result the steel struts fly back and hit Taylor in the face and knock her from her feet. She falls to her back with the ladder coming down on top of her.
Greyson: The ladder coming back to haunt Taylor in a big and brutal way!
More blood begins to trickle down Taylor’s face as she rolls across the canvas and employs the ropes to reach her feet. She has no idea that Ba’al is picking up the ladder, loading it up onto his shoulder like it were a javelin.
Ba’al: You could have joined us!
The hard, steel top of the ladder is now charged along right into Taylor’s chin. The steel almost breaks Taylor’s jaw, and successfully knocks her over the cables. Taylor flips to the outside of the ring and collapses across the mats. Ba’al now puts the ladder down on the canvas and seems to be lining it up for something. Taylor employs the apron to reach her feet on the outside of the ring, having no idea that she’s standing up right in front of the ladder. Suddenly Ba’al runs into the ropes and hits a dropkick on the opposite end of the laid out ladder, sending it sliding across the canvas with the top of it flying under the cables and cracking Taylor right in the forehead.
The steel collides with skull and sends Taylor spiraling across the mats then collapsing over the barricade into the stands. The fans are right there making a valiant attempt to help her up to her feet, no one aware that Ba’al is climbing up to the barricade behind Taylor. He takes to the air and ultimately connects with a double axehandle smash across the back of Taylor’s head, knocking her down to the floor.
Greyson: These two brawling into the stands. I hope the crowd signed hold harmless agreements before they got here tonight, because they might get caught in the crossfire of this war we’re witnessing between Ba’al and Taylor.
Ba’al stands Taylor back on her feet and then shouts at the fans to move out of their seats. Several of them clear from their chairs and now Ba’al hip tosses Taylor directly into the empty seats. The chairs are crushed beneath Taylor’s body, leaving her in such a perpetual state of anguish.
Some of these mangled chairs, and some that are unaffected are now scooped up in Ba’al’s arms before being tossed over the barricade, over the ropes and into the ring. One after another is thrown by Ba’al until a nice little pile of steel has been formed in the squared circle. He now goes back after Taylor, his original target, who is trying her best to stagger to her feet. Ba’al goes charging in behind Taylor, grabs her by the back of the head and then tosses her towards the stairs that lead up into the balcony. She bounces off the handrail beside said steps, then grabs hold of it before falling to her seat upon the stairwell.
Ba’al follows right behind her, hands raised and ready to clamp around her head only to have Taylor suddenly reach out, grab him around the neck then drop back hitting a modified downward spiral that plants Ba’al’s forehead into the handrail.
Ba’al’s skull bounces off of the steel rail and sends him spiraling away from Taylor, swiping his palm across his forehead. He pulls the hand away from the huge welt forming in his forehead. He is so consumed by his injury that he doesn’t realize that Taylor has climbed the steps up and into the balcony section of the Manhattan Center.
Sparkles: Where is Taylor headed?
Greyson: Into the nose bleed section.
Tay steps through the screaming and drunken fans, making her way towards the handrails of one of the balconies. She steps over it and stands on top of it without even an inkling of hesitation.
Greyson: Oh my God, Taylor, oh my GOD, Taylor.
The fans are rising to their feet in such anticipation. The crowd stands just as Taylor drops, leaping off the balcony into a crossbody onto Ba’al on the floor so far down below.
Greyson: HOLY SHIT!
Sparkles: TAAAAYYYLLOOOOR!
The fans are immediately expressing their excitement with their own ‘holy shit’ chant.
Greyson: Taylor off the fucking balcony.
Sparkles: Crushing Ba’al on the floor.
The crossbody has both Champion and Challenger splayed across the ground and aching, After struggling for a number of minutes Taylor ends up back on her feet and Ba’al’s hair ends up in her hands. She drags Ba’al across the floor towards the barricade and then throws him over to the ringside mats. Ba’al ends up rolling instinctively back into the squared circle while Taylor’s instincts compel her to do something far more destructive. She reaches beneath the ring and brings another toy into the equation. The crowd erupts at the sight of a table coming into play.
Sparkles: Now a table too?
Greyson: Everything that isn’t hammered down is being brought into play.
The wooden table is set up at ringside and now Taylor is staggering past it towards the ring. She climbs up onto the apron and now looks over the ropes at Ba’al, who is laid out in perfect position for another springboard 450 splash. Tay takes to the top rope and launches herself off, flipping towards Ba’al and then coming down straight into the chair that her opponent throws directly into her face.
The chair ricochets off of Taylor’s face, causing her to land on her knees instead of into the 450 splash. She now teeters between her knees, fighting to remain conscious after the chair bounced off of her skull. Ba’al now picks up the chair and throws it once again into Taylor’s face, subjecting her to the same barbarism she forced him to endure moments earlier.
Taylor is knocked to her back, blood really seeping down her face at this point.
The blood has not even begun to flow as of yet, not according to Ba’al, who grabs the chair he just threw into Taylor face, unfolds it, sets it up only to kick it over onto its sides. He then grabs Taylor around the neck and forces her up into position for the brainbuster on top of the turned over chair. Ba’al is about to drive Taylor’s head down into the chair placed in such an awkward position only for the challenger to save herself. She drives her knee down into the top of Ba’al’s skull and then flips forward, landing on her feet behind Ba’al while holding him around the jaw, going for a reverse neckbreaker onto that chair turned onto its side.
But Ba’al’s neck will not be snapped by the number one contender. He spins around in a circle, turns to face Taylor’s back and shoves her off her neck breaker attempt into the nearest turnbuckle. Chase crashes into the corner, her whole body going limp yet remaining upright. She is in perfect position for Ba’al, who comes charging in only to eat Taylor’s raised boot. She gets her foot up and into Ba’al’s jaw, sending him staggering back. She then steps slightly out of the corner into a stiff thrust kick that has Ba’al falling back and landing rump first onto the set up chair turned onto its side. Somehow Ba’al remains seated upright as Taylor climbs up the turnbuckle, reaching the top rope and preparing for God shudders to know.
Unfortunately, we here on planet earth never find out because Taylor’s legs are knocked out from under her the moment she reaches the top rope. Ba’al employs the Cobra Kai methodology by sweeping the legs. He knocks Taylor’s legs out from under her, causing her to crotch the top rope and now lean forward, once again placed in perfect position for Ba’al. He reaches up, takes her around the neck and then rushes forward into a rope hung diamond cutter that plants Taylor’s face right down into the chair turned on its side.
Greyson: OH MY..OH MY…JESUS CHRIST!
Sparkles: UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE!
The crowd cups their mouths in shock as Taylor’s face takes such a nasty collision with the side of the chair. Blood really begins to gush down her face at this point as she rolls along to her back where she is pinned by the eager World Champion. He has both of her legs hooked and the fans glued to each and every slap of the canvas.
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Here comes the three. Mayfield hates doing it but he adheres to the rules, slapping the canvas for the third time. At least he would be if Taylor’s arm wasn’t launching into the air.
Greyson: NO! The war wages on. Taylor and Ba’al continue to fight with so much on the line here tonight.
Sparkles: UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE!
An aching and antagonized Ba’al rises to his feet and gives Mayfield a cold stare.
Ba’al: This is on you.
Ba’al grabs the chair that was turned on its side and puts it upright before he grabs another chair, setting it up in front of the other one. Another chair is then set across both of these chairs, forming a bridge. After this intricate process is completed Ba’al grabs Taylor’s bloodied hair, forcing her up to her feet and then into position for the death valley driver. Ba’al rushes across the ring towards the chair bridge but Taylor manages to shock him, twisting her body and then coming down in front of her opponent, placing him in a front chancery. Taylor is about to deliver a DDT onto the chair bridge only to have Ba’al wedge his hands to her gut, twist their bodies and then shove her back into the turnbuckle. Taylor’s spine crushes the corner and Ba’al comes racing in to crush her throat with a lariat. However Taylor manages to get her feet up and into Ba’al’s chest, or at least she tries to. She manages to get her boots up but cannot drive them into Ba’al’s face, instead he catches them and then pushes them up into the air.
What Ba’al hadn’t counted on was his counter leading Taylor rolling backwards up the turnbuckle and then ending up seated across it. He didn’t anticipate it, but he makes the most of this precarious predicament. Ba’al rushes at the corner, leaps to the middle rope and then places Taylor in a front chancery, setting for the SUPER brainbuster off the ropes and through the chair bridge.
To the harrowing cries of the crowd Ba’al heaves Taylor up into the air to drive her through the steel only to have Taylor slip out of his front chancery, slide down his back and give him a sunset flip powerbomb off the turnbuckle and right into the chair bridge. Ba’al’s back crashes through the steel and he ends up splayed across the canvas writing in anguish.
Greyson: AAAAAAAH!
Sparkles: UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE!
Taylor sits on the canvas with blood dripping through her fingers, but she won’t let the title slip through her hands just as easily. She crawls across the ring and towards both Ba’al and the mangled chairs around him, hooking both of his legs then flipping forward into the jackknife cover.
Mayfield drops into position and makes the count to a piercing cry from the crowd.
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Mayfield makes the count and declares that a NEW CHAMPION has YET to be crowned. Ba’al gets his shoulder up and Taylor rises to her knees, eyes bulging through the blood that presently cakes her face.
Greyson: But Ba’al keeps his strangle hold on the World Title.
Taylor is suddenly filled with such a surge of emotion, rising to her feet and shaking as she stares at Ba’al desperately trying to get to his feet. The crowd knows what’s coming next as Taylor crouches down in the corner and begins to slap her knee with both palms, the TKO about to be delivered.
Greyson: If Taylor hits this…
Sparkles: New Champion, Lovejoy.
Greyson: Exactly.
Taylor waits for what seems like an eternity for Ba’al to get up, but the payoff will be worth the anticipation. He gets up just as Taylor leaps across the ring, extends her knee and drives it into nothing but air. Ba’al manages to twist his body, catch Taylor’s inbound leg over his shoulder and now hold her in a powerbomb position. He now turns in the direction of one of the chairs that fell over to its side but is still unfolded, making it all the more dangerous.
He rushes at the chair and delivers the running powerbomb. Ba’al is just about to spike Taylor’s back into the chair only to have her suddenly slip off of his shoulders, catch him around the neck and deliver a modified Taylor-Made, driving Ba’als face down into the side of the flipped over chair.
Greyson: OOOOH-H0-HO-GOODNESS!
Sparkles: Fuuuuuck.
Ba’al’s forehead crashes off the hardest section of the chair and has been lacerated as a result. The blood can be seen dripping down over Ba’al’s face as he pops up to his knees. The sight of the crimson flowing down his flesh seems to INSPIRE Ba’al. He rises to his feet and smiles diabolically before turning and getting nailed right in the forehead with the TKO!
Greyson: ANOTHER TKO!
Sparkles: Right into that busted forehead!
Greyson: That’s what Taylor needed to hit, that’s just her ticket to the World Championship.
An exhausted and damn near exsanguinated Taylor crawls towards Ba’al, feeling the exact same sensation as the fans, that something truly special is about to happen. The magnitude of this moment finally falls upon the entire world as Taylor’s arm falls over Ba’al’s chest. Mayfield drops to the canvas and the crowd counts along with each of his slaps across the canvas.
Greyson: A NEW Champion….Taylor about to save us all!
Mayfield’s hand slaps the canvas to deafening cries from the crowd.
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The moment everyone has been clamoring for has FINALLY arrived. Mayfield’s hand dropping for the third time. The fans are screeching at the top of their lungs, but not in celebration, because Mayfield’s hand fell, only it was not to slap the canvas a third time. Just as he was about to make the three count, a steel chair cracks right over Mayfield’s back. The fans are absolutely vindictive as they direct all of their anger at Kloe Masters, the woman standing over Mayfield with the chair in hand.
Greyson: DAAAAMIIIT!
Sparkles: I thought Taylor took care of Kloe before the match even started.
Greyson: It looks like Kloe has recovered from the TKO and just in time to keep Taylor from capturing the World Championship.
Taylor’s bloodied eyes rise towards Kloe, the ORIGINAL referee for this match, standing up to get her hands on the President only to receive a face full of chair. Kloe swings with all of her remaining strength, driving the chair right across the gash in Taylor’s forehead. The incredibly stiff shot knocks Taylor off of her feet and straight down to her back, laid out at the feet of the Majority Owner.
Sparkles: Now Kloe knocks Taylor out with the chair!
After the chair bounces off of Taylor’s head it falls out of Kloe’s hands. Kloe collapses into a corner, still suffering the ill-effects of the TKO, and only summoning what remained of her strength to knock Taylor out with the chair in response.
Speaking of those suffering from the TKO, a bloodied Ba’al is still trying to recover from the last one he suffered. Amazingly Ba’al manages to get to his knees and even more shocking is the fact that he has the wherewithal to grab the ladder that was introduced into the ring way earlier in this match. He slowly pulls the ladder up and almost on instinct sets it so that it can be climbed.
Ba’al turns his back to the ladder and starts to climb up the rungs in reverse, preparing to dive off onto the mangled Taylor. Ba’al is almost up the ladder before his focus suddenly shifts to a familiar foe sliding into the ring, the man he bashed in the face with the SIN Title earlier tonight.
Greyson: Scott Cannon is out here now!
Sparkles: This is just getting fucking insane.
Scott goes right after Ba’al, showing absolutely no qualms about throwing a punch directly into the World Champion’s balls. Ba’al doubles over and almost falls off the ladder in the process of grabbing at his crotch. Scott takes advantage of Ba’al’s position, reaching up from the canvas, grabbing Ba’al by the back of the head and then hooking his leg. Scott runs to the center of the ring with Ba’al loaded on top of his shoulder and then drops back, delivering the muscle buster to a loud scream from the crowd.
Greyson: Cannon with a muscle buster…a muscle buster just delivered on Ba’al!
Sparkles: He might have just set Taylor up to win the Championship. Doesn’t that AT LEAST entitle him to a blow job out of Tay?
Scott is more obsessed with a screw job, on the cusp of screwing Ba’al out of the World Title. Scott works his way up to his feet and begins to approach Taylor to help her cover the champion. He stoops down to grab Taylor by the wrist only to suddenly find his spine collapsed by a chair shot at the hands of Kloe.
Greyson: Kloe with ANOTHER chair shot.
Sparkles: And she just took out ANOTHER of Taylor’s allies.
The chair shot across the spine has laid Scott out and now Kloe tosses aside the weapon that she has employed to inflict so much punishment throughout the course of this match, as well as during the months building into it.
Kloe: Didn’t you hear me, Scott? I told you, I told everyone that anyone who defies the Sinistry would be PURGED from MY federation…..
From the corner of her eye Kloe spots Taylor getting to her knees, bloodied brow rising towards Kloe.
Taylor’s ascension INSPIRES Kloe to pick up the chair that was dropped to the canvas, and lift it above her head.
Taylor: Let me show you ALL what happens to those who break KLOE’S LAW!
The chair comes swinging down right into Taylor’s head. The crowd readies themselves for an expression of despair before their tune drastically changes at the sight of the chair being caught mere inches away from Taylor’s face.
Taylor blocks the chair from hitting her, and then rips it out of Kloe’s hands. The sight of Taylor’s blood curdling grin, coupled with the presence of the chair in Taylor’s hands, has Kloe headed for higher ground. A horrified Kloe tries to evade Taylor, who is inching to her feet and inching after the President. Kloe grabs the rungs of the ladder and begins to climb it in an attempt to escape Taylor, but she’s nipping right at Kloe’s heels.
The crowd is watching with baited breath as Kloe reaches the top of the ladder, running out of room to run. Taylor is climbing the ladder right beneath her, cutting the gap between them in half. The bloodied number one contender gets almost to the top of the ladder, where she reaches up and grabs Kloe by the ankle.
Just as the crowd readies themselves for an expression of exultation, they find themselves unleashing unanimous despair when Ba’al goes running up the ladder behind Taylor, catches her around the neck then pulls her off into the TOTALIS!
Greyson: NOOOO…TOTALIS! TOTALIS almost from the very top of the ladder!
Sparkles: Oh my fucking Christ!
The fans have to check and make sure they’re not saturating their pants in response to that last move that has left Taylor and Ba’al splayed across the canvas side by side. Finally, although it takes every ounce of remaining will, Ba’al rolls over and drapes his arm across Taylor’s chest, pinning her shoulders to the canvas. Kloe, the original special referee for this match, starts to climb down the ladder with maniacal laughter pumping through her lungs, knowing she’s on the cusp of making the three count that will keep her control over the company and Ba’al’s ownership over the World Title.
Kloe: No one disobeys Kloe’s law.
She makes it down one or two rungs, in anticipation of climbing all the way down starting from the top of the ladder, and then fulfilling her role as referee to make the three count and declare Ba’al the victor. Such lofty goals that are never achieved thanks to one last interference in this World Title match, an interference by KATELYN BUEHLER. She comes sliding into the ring to an explosive reaction then steps up beside the ladder that Kloe is seated at the top of.
Greyson: Katelyn…it’s Katelyn…it’s Katelyn!
Sparkles: The woman who made her shocking return earlier tonight and has been after Kloe Master all night long in retaliation for suspending Katelyn.
Kloe looks full of malice as she stares down from her safe perch on the top of the ladder at Katelyn standing so far below. That look of malice soon transforms into an expression of horror when Kloe realizes that Katelyn is grabbing hold of the steel supports of the ladder and pushing them.
Kloe: No…stop…STOP!
The ladder tips over and Katelyn sends Kloe flying off the top of it, over the ropes and then through the table that Taylor set up at ringside earlier in the match!!
Greyson: KLOE THROUGH THE TAAAAABLLLEEE!!!
Sparkles: I-I-I…just fuck it…WOW!
Everyone inside of the Manhattan Center leap around excitedly while chanting ‘holy shit’ at the top of their lungs in response to Kloe’s destruction. The woman responsible for Kloe’s annihilation, Katelyn, now steps back surveying all of the chaos inside and around the ring, wondering what should be done next. That’s when from the corner of her eye she spots Ba’al struggling to get to his feet. The bloodied World Champion finally reaches his feet, almost falling over in the process of simply standing. Taylor is putting in just as much effort to reach her feet, painstakingly standing with the use of the ropes.
At last an opportunity against the group that has made Katelyn’s life a living hell over the past year presents itself. This is a chance Katelyn will not pass up on. She goes spiraling across the ring and extends her elbow into the KTFO aimed square at Ba’al’s bloody head. The roaring elbow CONNECTS on TAYLOR CHASE!
Ba’al ducks at the last second and causes Katelyn to shoot past him before ultimately blasting Taylor’s bloodied face with the vicious KTFO.
Greyson: NOOOOO!!
Sparkles: Katelyn! Katelyn! She-she-she just KNOCKED OUT TAYLOR!
The hoarse Greyson is just as breathless as the fans at the sight of Katelyn accidently knocking out Taylor and now standing over the number one contender with shock and grief stretched over her face.
Greyson: Katelyn accidentally hitting Taylor with the very move that the Sinistry forced her to betray Taylor with some four months ago.
Sparkles: She had Ba’al in sight, ready to retaliate against him for forcing her to make that betrayal, but he ducked and her elbow crushed Taylor’s face.
Katelyn can’t believe what she just did, and her shock is exactly what Ba’al capitalizes on. He rushes in behind Katelyn, grabs her by the back of the head and then throws her through the ropes where she has a hard collision with the mats. Ba’al immediately twists back to the ring and dives across it into the lateral press. He falls over Taylor’s chest and shouts at any referee who is still conscious to make the count. Referee Mayfield, who is still suffering the ill-effects of the chair shot he received to the spine earlier, crawls across the ring and ends up right beside Ba’al’s pinfall.
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Greyson: Not this way ref!
Sparkles: Katelyn is never going to forgive herself for this.
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Greyson: This can’t be the end of Taylor’s career!
The crowd is rendered speechless…why? Because they’re too busy screaming hysterically when Taylor kicks out.
Greyson: SHE KICKED OUT! SHE KICKED OUT! SHE KICKED OUT!!
Ba’al lunges to his seat and runs his palms down his bloodied face, smearing crimson across his cheeks. He turns his maniacal eyes towards the unconscious Taylor as the wheels begin to turn in his head. Just then the hamster falls off the wheel and Ba’al straight up loses all his remaining marbles. He goes rolling across the canvas to the outside of the ring before reaching beneath it. The fans unleash the loudest, most piercing cry of the night when Ba’al extracts a 2×4 wrapped in barbwire from beneath the ring.
Greyson: No….oh God no.
Sparkles: It’s a-it’s a 2×4….
Greyson: Wrapped in barbwire Sparkles. Barbwire!
Sparkles: Hasn’t this match been violent enough?
Ba’al actually cracks a grin as he introduces this weapon into the match. He rolls into the ring and methodically stalks Taylor, who is slowly getting to her elbows and knees, staring down into the blood that puddles beneath her face. Ba’al finally steps in and swings the weapon at the back of Taylor’s head. It nails….the canvas.
Taylor rolls out of the way at the last second and then ends up back on her feet. She then steps in and hits Ba’al across the cheek with another thrust kick. The stiff shot sends Ba’al spiraling away from her and trying to get his balance. Taylor then turns back towards Ba’al when he suddenly comes charging in for a lariat only to receive a SECOND thrust kick under the jaw. This strike is stiff enough to knock Ba’al’s knees out from under him, causing him to drop to his seat on the canvas. The moment his butt hits the ring, Ba’al finds his face crushed by a THIRD thrust kick.
Ba’al finally falls to his back, looking up towards the rafters, barely conscious. But Taylor wants him to be awake so he can feel what comes next. Taylor grabs the 2×4 wrapped in barbwire from the canvas staring into the razor mesh. Now HER hamster has fallen off the wheel, evidenced by her maniacal, CRAZED eyes, which slowly turn towards Ba’al.
Somehow Ba’al has managed to reach his feet and now turns right into the shot across the ribs with the barbwire 2×4.
Greyson: Taylor nailing Ba’al with the 2×4!
Sparkles: And rending the flesh right off of his body!
Taylor pulls the 2×4 away from Ba’al’s ribs, revealing shreds of her opponent’s skin hanging from the barbwire. Taylor now pulls the 2×4 back and gets a running start behind a knock-out blow right across Ba’al’s forehead. The barbwire tears apart Ba’al’s face and knocks him to the canvas where his blood turns the ring red.
Greyson: Now Taylor drives the 2×4 into Ba’al’s face!
Sparkles: She just turned our champion’s mug into hamburger.
The excitement is reaching an absolute fevered pitch as Taylor steps over the badly wounded Ba’al and slowly lifts the 2×4 into the air. Suddenly a grin forms across her face in conjunction with a lowering of the 2×4. She throws the weapon aside and then exits the ring, reaching beneath it for one last bag of tricks, and what she removes literally IS a bag, a black bag.
Greyson: I’m getting chills.
Sparkles: Would explain why your nipples are perky right now.
Taylor rolls into the ring and delights as she unties the sack, turns it upside down and spills thousands of thumbtacks across the canvas.
Greyson: Taylor has absolutely lost it!
Sparkles: She’s bringing thumbtacks…FUCKING THUMBTACKS into this match. The bitch has gone mental!
The fans give a rousing ovation to the sight of the thumbtacks, thousands of them in fact, strewn across the canvas at Taylor’s feet. She then turns away from them and approaches the man she intends on putting into them. Ba’al will regret reaching his feet when Taylor steps in and boots him to the ribs, doubling him over. She then places him in a headlock and prepares to deliver the Taylor Made into the thumbtacks. She leaps into the air to deliver the move only to have Ba’al suddenly counter her attempt at the jumping reverse bulldog by catching the creases of her knees on top of his shoulders. The fans collectively gasp as Ba’al appears to be on the verge of powerbombing Taylor into the thumbtacks. But she resists and instead sits on Ba’al’s shoulders while punching him across his bloodied face. Finally she’s about to counter out of her precarious predicament, pushing herself over Ba’al’s head, leap frogging it and then landing on her feet behind her opponent.
Taylor then takes off across the ring, bounces from the cables and comes back in at Ba’al, who surprises her by throwing Taylor into the air, catching her on top of his shoulders and hitting a pop-up powerbomb that drives Taylor spine first into the 2×4 wrapped in barbwire!
Greyson: INTO THE BARBWIRE!
Sparkles: I did NOT see that coming!
And neither did Taylor, who arches her back from the barbwire screaming through the pain and through the blood that cascades down her face. Ba’al kneels before her, actually shivering as he blocks out the pain and tries to overcome the substantial amounts of blood that have been drained from his body. Instead of going for the pin Ba’al reaches out, grabs Taylor by the bangs, forces her up to her feet and then heaves her up onto his shoulder. The crowd screams as Ba’al drops into the tombstone piledriver, putting the top of Taylor’s head directly into the barbwire 2×4.
Greyson: OH GOD NO!
Sparkles: Taylor just given a tombstone into the 2×4! Into the barbwire!
So much blood has poured through Taylor’s forehead that it has now begun to clot. Yet in spite of all of this suffrage and the fact that her head was jumped on the 2×4 with the tombstone, Taylor actually tries to will herself to her feet. Ba’al looks to be in sheer amazement as Taylor actually turns away from him and shows the heart and determination to stand up. Ba’al gets over his surprise and grabs Taylor by the hair, forcing her up and onto his shoulder before stepping over the barbwire and dropping into a SECOND tombstone piledriver onto the barbwire….wait….Taylor falls back over Ba’al’s shoulder, lands on her feet and actually flips Ba’al into position for a tombstone piledriver. Only Taylor’s tombstone piledriver is into the THUMBTACKS!
Greyson: AAAAAAH!
The Manhattan Center shakes with the sounds of the crowd chanting ‘holy shit’ until they can no longer breath. Even then they continue to cheer, risking asphyxiation. The desperate, bloodied Taylor reacts to the screams of her fans, falling down across Ba’al’s chest and hooking his leg. Mayfield navigates through the barbwire and through the tacks in order to make the count.
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The moment…the DREAM…has finally been realized, streamers being thrown into the ring by the overjoyed fans. Well, turns out they were actually over-ZEALOUS fans, because they threw their streamers into the ring a second too soon. Ba’al KICKS OUT.
Greyson: WWWHAT!?!
Sparkles: Hahahaha-ooooh-hahahaha, that was awesome.
The camera captures the pale and shocked faces of the fans before cutting back to the desperation etched in the lines of Taylor’s face. She rolls away from Ba’al looking to be at such a loss, having no idea what she can hit to finally finish him off.
She struggles along to her feet, trying her best to push aside the anguish she’s suffering. All the while her back is turned on the Champion, not a very wise decision. Suddenly Ba’al leaps to his feet and lunges into the air, catching Taylor around the neck and giving her the Totalis into the THUMBTACKS!
Greyson: What the fuck!?!
Sparkles: TAY INTO THE TACKS!!
The absolutely stunned audience watches as Taylor rolls to her side with tacks sticking out of her back. Ba’al pushes her over to her spine and then crawls into the cover, throwing all of his weight across her chest. Mayfield makes the count.
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Heartache fills the arena.
Greyson: And the Age of SIN continues…
Or does it?
Mayfield’s hand never connects with the canvas on account of Taylor kicking out.
The crowd are so shocked they can’t even respond. They just watch with mystified eyes as Taylor gets her shoulder up, prompting Ba’al to sit on the canvas shaking his head in pure disbelief.
Greyson: This is unimaginable.
Sparkles: At the last possible second Taylor kicks out and this World Title match continues.
Greyson: I’m gonna have a heart attack at this point.
Ba’al tears some of the tacks out of his face and throws them aside while slowly working his way up to his feet. He staggers towards the 2×4 wrapped in barbwire and then swings it down right into Taylor’s back. Tay screams in pain as the barbwire rips at the dragon tattoo in the small of her spine. Ba’al is about to rip that tattoo right off. He manages to tear some of the tacks out of Taylor’s spine then throws his weapon aside. Ba’al grabs Tay by her blood soaked hair, dragging her up to her feet and then into a front chancery that ultimately culminates into the brainbuster DDT.
Greyson: Ba’al finally hits it, but will it be enough to retain his championship?
Clearly Ba’al doesn’t think so, hence why he’s grabbing the ladder that was used to send Kloe toppling through the table at ringside, then setting it up on the canvas. Ba’al slowly backs up the ladder, staring down at his unconscious opponent, who is prime for whatever he has in store. To his shock however, Taylor has managed to get to her knees, forcing Ba’al to alter his strategy. He now dives off the ladder into a double axehandle smash only to find his ribs crushed by the 2×4 and the barbwire wrapped around it.
Greyson: Taylor STILL has life left in her body.
Ba’al doubles over grabbing at his ribs and groaning in pain while spinning in a circle, turning back to face Taylor, who tries to heave him up onto her shoulders to hit the True Story. However, the extreme wear and tear of this match makes it impossible for her to do so, falling to her knees beneath the weight of Ba’al’s body.
Sparkles: Tay went for that True Story, but she’s too wounded and too exhausted to hit it.
Ba’al rolls away from Tay, who kneels on the canvas bleeding profusely. Finally, after summoning what remains of her will power she grabs the 2×4 wrapped in barbwire and begins to tear at the razor wiring. The crowd is intrigued at the sight of the barbwire being removed from the board, before finding themselves electrified when that barbwire ends up wrapping around Taylor’s knee.
Greyson: What in the hell is Chase doing?
Sparkles: She’s wrapping that barbwire around the leg where her titanium knee brace used to be.
Greyson: Oh don’t tell me she’s going to….
Taylor is careful to get to her feet, trying her best not to rip the flesh from the knee surrounded in barbwire. She now watches Ba’al desperately trying to get to his feet. With blood spilling down every inch of his face and thumbtacks embedded in his forehead, Ba’al gets to his feet and then turns towards Taylor, who leaps across the ring and delivers the TKO with a barbwire wrapped knee.
Greyson: The TKO!
Sparkles: With barbwire!!
The leaping knee strike tears Ba’al’s face apart and knocks him to the canvas. Taylor lands right down on top of him, hooking both of his legs this time.
Mayfield makes the count with the crowd getting louder each and every time he slaps the canvas.
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The ring is fully engulfed in multi-colored streamers pitched by the crowd, who are almost fainting due to oxygen deprivation as they scream in response to Mayfield’s hand slapping the canvas for the third and final time. Taylor instantly rises to her knees unleashing a scream at the top of her lungs, through her injuries, through her blood loss and through all of her frustrations. Though pain is forgotten, the blood loss is ignored, and all the frustrations are purged in one primal scream of joy.
Greyson: I am at a total loss for words right now.
Sparkles: She did it! She did it! She did it!
Indeed, after six months of set-backs, double crosses and crucifixions, Taylor Chase has finally at long last just done the unthinkable, she has pinned Ba’al in the center of the ring to become the World Champion.
Greyson: Taylor Chase has just saved us all!
Tears mix with the blood that streams down Taylor’s cheeks as the reality of her victory finally sets in. It is especially poignant when the World Title is dropped across her forearms and Taylor’s forehead presses against the big gold plate. She now kneels in the ring, amidst all the bodies, all of the chaos, all of the carnage and all the streamers she is drowned in.
Greyson: Ladies and gentlemen, we have just witnessed the end of an era and a new dawn for the I-W-C.
Sparkles: The Age of SIN is OVER!
Although Taylor should probably be squatted out of the arena on a stretcher right now, nothing is going to keep her from celebrating THIS the proudest moment of her professional wrestling career. She rises to her feet and stares between the World Title stretched across her forearms and the face of the man who has slid into the ring. Orlando Cruze stands across from his wife with tears rolling down his face. He at first stands back keeping his distance and clapping his hands before Taylor runs directly into his arms. She leaps into him and wraps her body around Orlando’s, the two sharing in one of the most amazing moments in IWC history.
Greyson: In all the time we’ve been doing this Sparkles, I don’t think either one of us has ever felt what we’re feeling right now.
Sparkles: I’m legitimately moved right now.
Greyson: Taylor celebrating with her husband…and apparently he won’t be the only person she shares this moment with.
Kelcey Wallace, Taylor’s best friend, returns to the ring, stepping towards her and wrapping her hands around the back of Taylor’s head. Kelcey doesn’t even care that Taylor’s face is covered in ounces of blood, she still pulls it to her lips and gives her a kiss on the forehead. Kelcey and Taylor then share a hug, swaying together from side to side. Meanwhile more well-wishers are sliding into the ring, including Taylor’s brother in law, Gavin Taylor, waist wrapped in the Evolution Title, Taylor’s sisters Madison Chase and Ashley Marie-Chase are also present, clapping and cheering for the new World Champion. Finally Orlando and Kelcey step under Taylor and heave her up onto their shoulders, holding her aloft while she lifts the World Championship above her head.
Taylor: I DID IT! I DID IT! I DID IT!
The reaction truly defies description as Taylor, surrounded by all those near and dear to her celebrates the biggest win of her career, a win that brings the title back to her waist and brings power back to the IWC. Scott sits in the corner watching this celebration and wisely keeping his distance from it, but obvious by the expression on his face, he is brimming with pride. Another individual who smartly keeps away from the ring but also shares in this moment of joy, is Katelyn Buehler. She backs up the ramp clapping her hands and smiling oh so wide in response to Taylor’s emotional victory. Ba’al is not in a celebratory mood as he and Kloe are dragged away from the ring where the absolute power the two had established has just been ripped away from them.
Finally Taylor is lowered back down to her feet, rushing across them to the turnbuckle and then leaping to the middle rope where she thrusts the World title as high as she possibly can.
Greyson: Thank you Taylor Chase for giving us back the IWC World Title and the IWC period.
Sparkles: And thank you fans for joining us not only tonight but for what has been an incredible, WILD year.
Greyson: Join us back in 2015 as the IWC begins on a new era with a NEW World Champion.
Taylor is lifted back up onto the arms of her friends and family. Pain and Pleasure members are now sliding into the ring, with Danny Darko, Vanilla Skyy, Mya Denton, Chris Davids and Taylor’s uncle Adam Chase, joining the celebration. Lukas Montgomery and Aaron Harrison come rolling into the ring, the Blacklist, giving Taylor a pat on the back and congratulating her on this career defining moment….a moment that can only be commemorated with one phrase….
Taylor: I DID IT!
FADE TO BLACK
NOT SO FAST….
A strange video begins to play just before the copyright symbol can appear and the pay-per-view can officially be considered under wraps. The video features an image of a little boy and a little girl chasing each other around a yard, laughing and carrying on. During this, Saliva’s “Always” begins to play in the background.
“I hear a voice say “Don’t be so blind”,
it’s telling me all these things,
that you would probably hide.
Am I your one and only desire.
am I the reason you breathe,
or am I the reason you cry?
Always… always… always… always…”
As the song continues, the kids stop running and collapse to the ground, still laughing. The boy picks a flower beside him and gives it to the girl, who immediately smells it. She kisses his cheek, which is responded in kind. The two get up and chase each other around again. The song fades out as the scene fades to black. Words appear on the screen immediately following this.
“The darkness came and brought with it a war. Blood was shed, tears were wept, lives altered. You can continue your deplorable lives like you don’t see it, or you can heed the call to arms and fight. Fight the darkness! Fight the hell that it beckons! Or perish into dust with the rest of the mindless. Destiny awaits your decision with her hands aloft. Judgment day is nigh. Which side of the scales of justice to you stand upon?
Do you stand with the empty, numbing void?
Or in the light of fallen kings?”
The words slowly fade and are replaced by the following phrase:
“TWO-VXV.”
Scene fades out on this.
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The city streets are empty with the exception of a single ominous entity occupying a corner and clutching a cardboard sign. A foreboding message is scribed in crayon across its surface.
”The End is Nigh.”
A quick transition takes us from the transient to the tumultuous, cutting from the homeless man occupying the streets to the unmitigated violence that consumed the most recent edition of NewAge. We bear witness to the chilling rhetoric of new majority owner, Kloe Masters, who stands in the ring, microphone clutched in palm and steel chair situated beside her, a hooded sweat-shirt strewn across its surface. The very article of clothing that concealed Kloe Masters’ identity as she threaded a plot that ultimately culminated with stabbing her ex-husband, FORMER President, Orlando Cruze in his back to claim control of the company.
Kloe: GOTCHA.
This one declaration has the crowd unanimously expressing their rage. Kloe’s taunting phrase made in the ring on NewAge is proceeded by footage of transgressions spread over several weeks. We see her wearing the hoodie to hide her face as she bashes a chair across the spine of Kelcey Wallace. Across the spine of Kraven Wallace, and across the skull of Danny Darko. Clips that provide insight into Kloe’s twisted mind and warped instincts are short lived as the video transitions back into Masters within the ring, microphone palmed.
Kloe: For weeks I was ignored by the roster, but the whole world is hanging on my every word now, aren’t they? Everyone accused me of not being able to get anything done, but I sure did mastermind the greatest plot in wrestling history, didn’t I? A plot that allowed little old me to swoop in, take what I was owed, my ex-husband’s shares of the company, and by virtue take control of the IWC….
We get another flash back to the events Kloe is referencing. We find Orlando Cruze under duress as he stands in the ring with cellphone in hand, dialing a number and contacting the advisors he put in control of selling his shares. With the threat of Kloe Masters having Orlando’s brother torn in half backstage by the Sinistry’s Mika Kozlov, Orlando is forced to place a call that sells his diabolical ex wife, and the Sinistry, control of his federation. Now we’re back to the treacherous Kloe stood in the ring at NewAge, regaling the world with tales of her plans for the future.
Kloe: the Sinistry has controlling interest of the federation and at last it can move in the direction my FAMILY wishes. A direction where the Cruze name will be scrubbed from the IWC. A direction where defiance and unrule will no longer be tolerated. A direction where the Sinistry’s power and influence will go unchecked.
Kloe’s words are appropriately divided amidst clips of all those who defy the Sinistry suffering brutal and garish assaults. We see Danny Darko finding his body wracked with pain as it is given the death valley driver across a barricade by Sinistry World Champion Ba’al. We see Lukas Montgomery being knocked off the Cartel tron after the Sinistry’s Mika Kozlov nailed him with a Singapore Cane, causing her former Blacklist compatriot to take a plunge through two flaming tables.
All of this trauma inflicted upon the roster throughout NewAge weighs heavily on the mind of former President Orlando Cruze, who is forced to bear witness to the annihilation of his federation and of all those who dare challenge the will of the Sinistry. He is shown sitting in the backstage area viewing the destruction of his roster via monitor.
Taylor Chase: Don’t worry Orlando, I have a plan.
A smile is drawn across the face of the most rebellious roster member of them all. Taylor Chase, number one contender to Ba’al’s World Championship, makes a promise to her depressed husband, kneeling before him and vowing that the Sinistry’s reign of tyranny shall be dealt a deadly blow. A promise we see manifest when a limo arrives backstage, creating some unrest amongst the crowd and some speculation amongst the commentators. The unrest was warranted, for the person who occupied the limo emerges and reveals their identity as the legendary Broderick Chase, Taylor’s father and shrewdest of business men.
Taylor: I have a plan.
These words are repeated as Taylor engages her best friend, Kelcey Wallace backstage. We then transition to that very same Kelcey stepping into the ring alongside another victim of Kloe Masters, Kelcey’s brother Kraven. The two occupy the squared circle alongside the very woman who has savagely assaulted them in recent weeks with the use of a chair, Mrs. Masters.
Kelcey:….. you owe me an explanation, but I’m not coming out here for an explanation…I’m here to put you in your place.
Kloe: I thought you might say something like that.
The lights in the building dim and when they rise we find Kelcey and Kraven surrounded by the Sinistry, Ba’al at the forefront. They narrow in upon the Wallaces but the Sinistry find their hands stayed by the Chases. Taylor and Broderick make their way to the stage and have drawn Ba’al’s focus.
Broderick: I was brought here tonight because I know a little bit about wheeling and dealing.
Many of the Brod’s past career accomplishments are highlighted, including him standing in the ring with his daughter, as she raises the World Championship high overhead and unleashes a chant of “I DID IT.”
Broderick: I am a business man, and believe me I know my way around a contract, and I’ve been taking a very close look at the contract my daughter gave me a few days ago. The contract that was made up for Taylor’s world title shot at the EOTYS.
Taylor is smirking from ear to ear, Ba’al still looking on intrigued.
Broderick: See, it’s there in black and white, the one thing that Karen McBride has gotten right for once.
We cut briefly from Broderick’s announcement at NewAge, to Karen McBride’s announcement a few weeks earlier when the principle owner stood in the ring with the number one contender and told Chase that she was giving her the right to name whatever stipulation she wanted for her Championship bout with Ba’al. Back to Brod and Taylor standing on the stage on the most recent IWC show we go.
Broderick: It states that Taylor has the right to name ANY stipulation for her showdown with Ba’al, and the stipulation she has chosen…well, I’ll let my daughter announce that
Taylor: My little stipulation? Well Ba’al, if I win the World title match at the End of Year Special against you…then, my husband regains 50% of his ownership in the company.
Kloe is infuriated by this announcement, losing all semblance of control as she tosses a chair across the ring. Ba’al reacts differently, calling for the head of Broderick Chase. The Sinistry rush up the ramp and attempt to bring Ba’al the severed skull of Taylor’s papa, but Tay-Tay stands up for her daddy, fending off the Sinistry before eventually getting into the ring…..or more accurately being placed there by the Sinistry’s Red Rayne. Once inside the ring Ba’al sets Taylor up for a chair shot by Kloe, the very same chair shot that has felled so many who stood against Masters in the past. Kloe is about to take out another victim only to find her fist target, Kelcey, grabbing the chair out of her hands and preventing Taylor’s destruction. Ba’al is not so lucky, falling victim to a chair shot that could not be prevented, Broderick standing up for his daughter by cutting down the World Champion with a chair that leads to an attempted True Story. Tay is just about to deliver the GTS on Ba’al only to have Kloe drag Ba’al from the ring, the two standing on the outside mats, glaring into the ring where a triumphant Taylor proudly stands beside her best friend, Kelcey, and her father, Broderick.
BACKSTAGE
Distant screams are heard and a shaking camera frantically races towards the source.
Stagehand: SOMEBODY STOP THEM!
At last the camera stabilizes, centering on the floor of the backstage corridor, a floor now occupied by the body of Broderick Chase. A powerful blow has knocked the patriarch of the Chase family to the ground and busted his forehead as well. As blood trickles over the groggy eyes of the Brod, the man who put him in his perilous condition steps into his view. Ba’al emerges from the door the Broderick came crashing out of and now the SIN Champion stoops over his latest victim, father to the number one contender to his championship.
Ba’al: My good man, please wipe your brow before your daughter arrives to the building this evening…
A handkerchief is removed from Ba’al’s pocket and stuffed directly in the Brod’s mouth.
Ba’al: And do make it a point to stay OUT of my business.
Ba’al steps away from Chase, leaving Broderick desperately sucking air into his lungs and clinging to consciousness.
EDGE OF A REVOLUTION by Nickleback blares in the background as we transition to the opening video package for Riot. The screen is overwhelmed with a litany of shocking and violent images, highlighting the atmosphere of chaos cultivated by the IWC. There are clips of William Mason delivering the Perfect Driver, Abigail Lindsey and Katelyn Buehler waltzing hand in hand down the ramp, Mya Denton skipping around with the Queen of the Ring Championship, and all of this is just a prelude of the insanity yet to come. We get another dose of disorder upon witnessing Danny Darko driving his forehead into a locker, Marie Jones nailing Lindsey with a baseball bat, Alana Starr delivering the Five-Starr on Kathryn Pearson, Tina Valentine back dropping Cassidy Cage off a stage, and we round it out with Amanda Blayze attacking the GOOD Movement on the ramp. But we’re not through yet, because we reach the climax with footage of Taylor Chase driving a semi-truck THROUGH a limo, Orlando Cruze hanging above the ring mounted upon a cross, Mika Kozlov smiling with her glowing black eyes the camera’s focal point, Scott Cannon delivering the House Rules on Lethal Weapon, and finally Ba’al standing outside of the ring being pelted with garbage by the fans as he holds up the SIN Championship.
JESSICA LASIEWICZ VS. SELENA FROST
We forego the customary introductions by the commentators and jump directly into the in ring action. A streak of lighting launches from the rafters, strikes the turnbuckles and ignites them into flames while a tune provided by Zoegirl is playing through the PA system. Once the smoke from the flaming corners has rescinded, we find Jessica Lasiewicz seated in the middle of the ring, prepared for competition. Finally the commentators, Greyson Lovejoy and his puppet Sparkles, are heard from the announce table, cameras only briefly cut to the excited pair situated at ringside.
Greyson Lovejoy: We are LIVE from the Manhattan Center for the final Riot of 2014, and the final Riot before the End of the Year Special….
Sparkles: And good holy moly, things are already starting off hotter than Sienna Swann in a French maid uniform.
Greyson: At the very start of tonight’s telecast we witnessed the father of Taylor Chase being decimated at the hands of Ba’al.
Sparkles: All in retribution for the part the Brod played in securing that HUGE stipulation for the World Title match at the End of the Year Special.
Greyson: Indeed, thanks to the Brod we now know that if Taylor Chase is victorious in her pursuit of the World Title then Orlando Cruze will regain his 50% ownership of the IWC.
Sparkles: And if the assault on the Brod wasn’t enough to get you hooked, we’ve got some jail-bait booty in the ring right now.
Greyson: Jessica Lasiewicz, co-number one contender for Tina Valentine’s Queen of the Ring Championship occupying the ring in anticipation of her opponent, Selena Frost.
“YOU BETTER BELIEVE!”
“You Were Born For This” by Epic Score brings forth a falling of snow along the ramp, while purple-blue lights in the design of snowflakes stream across the arena. From the falling of white, from the back, out walks The Snow Queen, herself, Selena Frost. With a twirl within her “winter-wonderland”, Frost slowly strolls down the ramp, her platinum-white hair in a long-braid swishing this way and that. Sliding into the ring, the Winter Diamond is quickly on her feet, stepping into the center of the ring as all the snowflake-lights rush to the center of the ring to form a large blue-white snowflake-shaped light over Selena. Raising her arms, the Defier of Worlds looks up at the lights before they return to normal.
Greyson: A very appropriate paring here given the ‘unorthodox’ nature of both these athletes.
Sparkles: Yep, Lasiewicz embodies the darkness, and Selena embodies the….cold?
Greyson: Guess that’s accurate enough.
Sparkles: Sorry, just a little off my game at the moment considering what happened to the Brod at the start of the show.
Greyson: That attack on Taylor Chase’s father is still weighing heavy on my mind as well. But we’ve GOT to give these two ladies their due, because I’m sure they’re going to put on a fantastic bout here this evening.
’SIN’ Referee Alex Ingelson crouches in one of the corners, dark circles beneath his eyes and his once platinum blond locks rendered as black as those very circles. His pale, corpse like frame calls for the bell to start this match.
Sparkles: Good lord, what the fuck happened to Ingelson?
Greyson: Well on NewAge he revealed his affiliation with the Sinistry, alongside fellow referee Patrick Fitzpatrick, and obviously his association with that Sinistry group is having an effect on him both mentally and physically.
Sparkles: Get to a God damned tanning bed already Alex.
Greyson: Well in his own defense Alex is British, I’m pretty sure they’re incapable of getting a tan over there.
Selena is about to tan something, the hide of Lasiewicz as the two tie up in a collar elbow lock in the middle of the ring. The collar elbow leads to a quick transition, Selena slipping behind Lasiewicz and locking in a high angle hammerlock. But Jessica does not remain in this position for long, managing to drop to her knees and slip back through Selena’s legs. Frost tries to hold onto the arm of her opponent, bending over and reaching through her own thighs to keep a grasp upon Jessica’s wrist. Jessica now elevates that wrist into the air, driving Selena’s own hands into her taint and sending her flipping over as a result. Selena crashes onto her back and Lasiewicz now rushes into the ropes at Frost’s side, springing off the middle rope then twisting into a leg drop that connects….but wait…no Selena reaches up and catches the leg about to come down onto her throat. She then stands up and lifts Jessica’s leg into the air, attempting to transition into the Boston Crab.
The submission is just about to be locked in only to have Jessica roll over backwards right out of her opponent’s clutches. Jessica gets to her feet and staggers back into the ropes, ricocheting off then attempting to deliver a lariat only to have Selena duck, catch Jessica’s arm then tuck it around behind her back, applying another hammerlock.
Jessica’s arm is bent at an awkward angle before she attempts to bend her whole body at an awkward angle as well. Lasiewicz twists her body just enough to get her shoulders into Selena’s ribs. Jessica then falls to her knees and attempts to hit a fireman’s carry flip over. She gets to her knees, she gets Selena onto her shoulders, but Jessica can never flip her opponent to the canvas, because Selena catches both of her opponent’s arms with a crucifix and pulls her down to the ring. Not into a pin mind you, but into a position where Selena can stand and catch Jessica’s leg, attempting to lock the Morning Star in the Boston Crab.
The Number One Contender to the Queen of the Ring Title resists being placed in this hold, squirming back across the canvas and then reaching up to grab the ropes. Even though Jessica has reached the cables, Selena is not about to break the grasp on her leg. She tugs on it several times, prompting Jessica to reach up and grab the top cable, her body elevated into the air what with her legs still trapped in Selena’s clutches. Frost gives the legs a yank and pulls Jessica off the cables only to have her flip over backwards and land straight on her feet.
The acrobatic display is met with cheers from the crowd, but annoyance from Frost, who instantly takes hold of Jessica’s leg and attempts to take her down into the Boston Crab only to find the opposite foot of her opponent swinging into the side of Selena’s skull. The enzugari knocks Selena into the ropes and eventually crashing through them.
Greyson: Selena definitely bringing her A game into this match considering that she’s facing the number one contender for the Queen of the Ring Title, a championship Selena has designs on one day holding.
Sparkles: Yep, she made that pretty much obvious in that sit-down interview with Axl Evermore a couple weeks ago. Literally every other word out of her mouth was about the Queen of the Ring Title, at least when she wasn’t talking about how she yearns to snuggle with Sparkles.
Greyson: Your hearing is so deceptive.
The enzugari that Selena just withstood continues to plague her at ringside as she struggles to her feet just in time to look up and spot Lasiewicz rushing across the canvas with the intention of diving out of it. Selena drops down out of the way though and Jessica instead grabs the ropes she was about to lunge through and performs a version of the 619, swinging her legs around and bringing her feet back down to the canvas. She keeps hold of the top rope and waits for Selena to stand up at ringside before Jessica leaps into the air and swings her legs through the cables with both boots aimed at her opponent’s chest. Those boots do not connect and are instead caught. Selena reaches out and grabs Jessica’s legs, pulling them all the way through the cables and Jessica’s body all the way down to the mats. She then finds herself being rolled over to her stomach and being trapped in the Boston Leg Crab.
The amazing counter has the crowd lunging to their feet and cheering even if a submission outside of the ring will not net Selena a victory. Nonetheless she gets the hold locked in as tightly as possible, severely cramping Jessica’s leg. Even if a tap out wouldn’t count, Jessica still will not submit, instead she drags herself across the mats and towards the steps, pulling herself up them. She finally ends up back to back with Selena, who is still trying to hold onto Lasiewicz’s leg with the crab. Once they find their spines pressed together, Jessica reaches back, hooks her arms around Selena’s and then pushes off the steps with her foot. She flips right back and right over Selena, landing on her feet in front of a stunned Frost, who suddenly finds her head caught in a front chancery and her body being heaved into a reverse suplex onto the steel steps.
Frost’s ribs bounce off of the stairs and her body twists to the mats where it writhes in agony. She doesn’t get the chance to writhe for very long before her opponent closes in on her. The somewhat remorseless Jessica drags Selena along to her feet before depositing her in the ring. Amazingly Selena rises to her feet just as Jessica lunges to the apron, then lunges to the top rope, springing off into a big crossbody. She connects with Selena, driving the two down to the canvas into a crossbody. Somehow Selena turns the momentum of the crossbody to her advantage though, rolling over backwards and pushing Jessica onto her spine and at the same time taking Jessica by the leg. Jessica instantly finds herself being turned to her stomach where she’s trapped in the Boston Crab.
Greyson: Another sensational counter by Selena right into the Boston Crab.
Sparkles: She is pugnacious with that hold isn’t she?
Greyson: Every time Jessica builds momentum, she finds herself caught once again in the Boston Crab. How much longer can her leg tolerate this type of punishment?
We’re about to find out the answer to that question because Jessica is forcing herself up to her elbows and inching across them towards the ropes. Selena holds on tight, but perhaps not tight enough, because Jessica still reaches the ropes and reaches out to take them. Official Ingelson makes the ten count in a slow, methodical manner, almost delighting in the suffrage he sees from both athletes. Finally Selena breaks the hold and re-evaluates her strategy.
She steps towards Jessica, who employs the cables to reach her feet only to be on the cusp of having her legs taken out from under her. She’s grabbed around the neck by Selena, who is on the cusp of delivering her patented Cold-Snapmare. Selena drops forward into the rolling snapmare only to have Jessica block it by reaching back and hooking the top rope with the creases of her elbows. As a result it’s only Selena’s body that goes rolling across the canvas, ending up on her seat while Jessica ends up rushing into the ropes in front of her seated opponent. Jessica springs off the cables and then dives with her knee at Selena’s face, crushing it.
Selena is knocked flat across the ring and Jessica is dashing across it into the ropes, springing off the middle cable then twisting into a springboard leg drop upon Selena’s throat.
Selena just begins to gasp for air before Jessica threatens to knock what little oxygen remains from her opposition’s body. She pulls Selena up and into a double underhook, looking to deliver the Hot Shot. The Pedigree is right on the brink of being delivered before Selena suddenly spins around out of it and turns her back on Jessica in the process. She then reaches back and hooks an arm around Jessica’s neck, setting for the Cold-Snapmare. She is about to hit the rolling snapmare only to have Jessica counter, but not by hooking ropes, instead she does it by hooking arms. Jessica reaches out, hooks both of Selena’s arms and counters the attempt at the Cold-Snapmare into the Deformation. The Skull Crushing Finale drives Selena’s nose into the ring and leaves her twisting over to her spine, Lasiewicz crawling into the cover.
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Selena kicks out of the first pinfall of the match.
Greyson: Selena getting her shoulder up here, in what has been her toughest challenge to date since joining the IWC. Before this bout with Lasiewicz, all of Selena’s victories have been very one sided submissions over the End Effect.
Sparkles: Yeah, and since Lasiewicz’s return she’s been absolutely dominant herself. She hasn’t faced a challenge like this either.
Greyson: Well it’s definitely preparing Lasiewicz for the hell she’ll endure trying to take the coveted Queen of the Ring Title from Tina Valentine’s waist at the End of the Year Special.
The Deformation may have ruined more than Selena’s face, it also may have crushed Selena’s chance of victory. She is plucked from the ring and now into position for the Bad Moon Rising. Lasiewicz just begins to nail her version of the spinning fisherman neck breaker but Selena twists right out of the move and swings herself right along into a huge forearm across Jessica’s mouth. Lasiewicz is staggered by the blow and then her ribs are crushed by the spinning back heel kick by Selena. Then Lasiewicz’s face is smashed by a big punt kick that has her standing up and staggering in reverse. Jessica tries to keep herself upright, but the potential of that happening are next to none when Selena is taking to the air and connecting with a spinning heel kick. The blow knocks Jessica to the canvas, but only momentarily. Lasiewicz struggles to her feet and then stumbles right along into the waiting boot of Frost. She puts her shoe to Jessica’s chin then takes Jessica by the wrist, Selena about to drop back into the Paydirt. Her momentum has apparently carried her to a major victory this evening, falling back into her rendition of the Eat Defeet only to have her attempt blocked. Jessica manages to get her fingers in between the boot and her chin, pushing down on Selena’s leg and causing Frost to crash into the canvas with nothing to show for her efforts. Lasiewicz then watches as Selena rolls over backwards to her elbows and knees then lunge up to her feet. Just as Selena stands up she finds her head caught and her leg hooked, Jessica driving her into the canvas via the Bad Moon Rising.
Greyson: Jessica at last catches Selena with that move but can she parlay the Bad Moon Rising into a victory, giving her definite momentum headed into that Queen of the Ring Title match at the End of the Year Special?
Sparkles: Most the time I’d be happy whenever a woman wins, because then they hop around in victory and things tend to start jiggling, but Jessica’s not got very much to jiggle.
After being slammed into the canvas Selena finds herself rendered unconscious, unable to stop Lasiewicz from attempting another pin.
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In spite of having the leg hooked, Selena still manages to get her shoulder up. Lasiewicz should be unnerved, but she never misses a beat. She grabs Selena around the chin, drags her up to her feet and then goes for the Hot Shot once again. This time the move is countered into a fireman’s takedown. Selena twists her body just enough to wedge her shoulders to Jessica’s ribs and attempt to flip her over but this time it’s Jessica who counters this very move, only in a different fashion. Lasiewicz twists her body as she goes over, flipping out of the fireman’s taken down and landing on her feet as opposed to her seat. Lasiewicz then goes charging into the ropes, turning to ricochet from the cables only to suddenly find a title belt smacking her directly in the back of the head. The crowd is unanimous in their outrage at the sight of Tina Valentine standing on the apron behind Jessica and caving in the skull of the number one contender for the very title Jessica intends to challenge for. The Queen of Ring Title demolishes Jessica’s head and demolishes her chances of victory. Lasiewicz is sent stumbling forward as a result right into the waiting arm of Selena, who unintentionally had the official distracted. Frost reaches out and catches the addled and near unconscious Jessica around the neck, hitting the Cold-Snapmare which serves a fluid transition into the Ice Breaker. The Impaler DDT brings Lasiewicz down face first into the canvas. Selena then twists around into the pin.
Greyson: Tina Valentine…that disgusting young woman just smashed Jessica in the back of the head with the Queen of the Ring Title while the referee was out of position.
Sparkles: And it set up Selena for the Ice Breaker!
Tina drops from the apron with title over shoulder and grin across face. She watches along with the rest of the crowd as Selena slides into the cover on Lasiewicz, pinning her shoulders to the canvas.
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Selena sluggishly rises to her feet, feeling the wear and tear of a very combative confrontation. She straightens her back and lifts her arms high above head but should have been using said arms to protect said head, because the Queen of the Ring Title belt comes crashing straight into the back of it. Tina topples Selena to the canvas and watches as she thrashes about on the ring.
Sparkles: Tina back and she just knocked Selena’s frosty ass out COLD….hehehehe, get the pun there.
Greyson: I get it and I still don’t find it funny.
Sparkles: You have no pulse, Lovejoy.
Greyson: If it wasn’t bad enough knocking Lasiewicz out with the belt now Tina KO’s Selena with the championship as well. What a despicable champion.
Sparkles: Tina’s taking out anyone who might be coming after her Queen of the Ring Championship, anyone.
Greyson: I take it the Duchess hasn’t forgotten how the Snow Queen assaulted her back at Upping the Ante.
Tina rubs salt in the wounds of the crowd, actually, she rubs just about every spice in the drawer in the faces of her injured opposition by lifting her championship overhead and laughing menacingly.
Greyson: Tina raising the stakes headed into that Triple Threat match for the Queen of the Ring Title at the End of the Year Special.
BACKSTAGE
The audio track of ”Edge of a Revolution” plays in the background as Broderick Chase, forehead lacerated and face stained by his blood, comes into view. He seems to be stomping down a corridor that ultimately leads straight to the ring. Greyson’s and Sparkles’ voices speak over the music playing in the background.
Greyson: The Brod is still here, and is still mobile.
Sparkles: And he’s bringing his Brodness towards the ring.
Greyson: Don’t do it Brod, don’t do what we’re all expecting you to do. Let this issue with Ba’al go.
Sparkles: The man is standing up for is daughter Lovejoy, his insanely HAWT daughter.
Greyson: Are we going to witness an explosion between Broderick Chase and Ba’al?
COMMERCIAL
VIDEO
A series of chaotic clips burst across the screen featuring Lukas Montgomery throwing Desmond Drake into the air and cracking him in the face with the roaring elbow as the midget makes his descent. We then see Brittany Lohan delivering the Final Solution and Amanda Blayze hitting a roundhouse kick to the skull of Scott Cannon. A voice-over speaks in the background, chiming in on all of the deranged images flashing upon the screen.
IWC PRESENTS THE SLAM OF THE WEEK
A Maxi Pad emblem is positioned in the bottom right corner of the screen, the advertisers properly highlighted along with the brutal chair shot that Broderick Chase delivered across the spine of Ba’al at NewAge. The World Champion finds his kidneys crushed when the Brod bludgeons him with the steel. The excited vocals of NewAge commentators, Hunter and Mackie, hype what just happened in the ring.
Hunter: MY GOD, THE BROD NAILS BA’AL WITH THE CHAIR!
Mackie: Is this guy nuts!?!
The video flashes to the Brod standing in the ring, glaring to the outside where Ba’al is stood, returning the beaming stare shot in his direction.
IN RING
There is quite the euphoric response from the fans as the intro track for the Brod plays over the PA system, leading to the arrival of Broderick Chase himself. The curtains split and Broderick makes his way through them before embarking down the ramp. Greyson Lovejoy and Sparkles speak up at ringside, reflecting on Broderick’s decent towards the ring.
Greyson: Don’t do it Brod. Don’t get in that ring. You’re daughter and Orlando aren’t here yet to have your back.
Sparkles: What do you think he’s going to do?
Greyson: Probably make the biggest mistake of his life.
The man who has amassed quite the heralded legacy and populated the planet with so many former and future World Champions, makes his way up the steps and into the ring. A microphone eventually finds its way into his hand and draws to his lips.
Broderick: You want to put your hands on the Brod, Ba’al….you wouldn’t be the first, there are thousands just itching to molest this bod.
A bod that the Brod shows off by tearing away his blood stained shirt and throwing it to the canvas, revealing his chiseled physique. Though he’s not showing off his six pack to fulfill the fantasies of the female fans, he’s doing so because he’s readying himself for a fight.
Broderick: If you want it that badly come on down that ramp, step into this ring and let’s get to it. I’ve stayed out of this issue between you and my daughter for too long, it’s time for a Daddy to do what a Daddy does best, watch out for his kin. And once we get started, Ba’al, YOU’RE the one who is going to need THIS.
The handkerchief that was shoved in the Brod’s mouth at the beginning of the night is now removed from his pocket and thrown across the ring. A rather gothic rendition of “Ring Around the Rosies” begins to filter through the PA system, the tunes inspiring Broderick to ready himself for a fight, clinching his knuckles and crouching as if prepared for a lunge. It doesn’t take long for a target to present itself, the curtains opening to accommodate the arrival of Ba’al, who moves through the curtains with Decay, Jaina Frost and Rachel Foxx emerging behind him. Foxx holds the SIN Championship on her husband’s behalf, considering Ba’al’s hands are already occupied by a microphone.
Ba’al: You yearn for even more physicality do you? Not a wise decision on your part, Mr. Chase.
Broderick: I don’t care what’s wise, I care about what’s right for my daughter.
Ba’al: If you truly believed that you never would have involved yourself in your daughter’s affairs, because now she will forever be haunted by the visual of what I do to you in the middle of that ring. I accept your challenge for a fight this evening, for if the Chase family will not join with my own, then I shall be forced to remove the patriarch of their clan.
Broderick: The only thing removed tonight, will by my shoe laces from between your ass cheeks bud.
Ba’al: Amusing. If not utterly preposterous. But you shall find little humor in the plight that befalls you this evening, when the two of us collide in a match of my choosing, a match made synonymous by my family…If we are to come to blows this evening, then it will be in the form of a CRUCIFIXION MATCH.
The Brod doesn’t even have to think about it for a second…hell…not even a milli-second.
Broderick: You’re on pal, but don’t delude yourself ParaNorman, there isn’t going to be a match, there’s going to be a slaughter.
Ba’al: Heh, for once you and I can agree on something.
BACKSTAGE
Tina: Two whores down, two more to go.
The vaunted Queen of the Ring Champion traverses a corridor that will eventually bring the Duchess to the squared circle. Her championship shimmers upon her shoulder and her eyes glimmer with delight. Yes, it seems hurting others fills Tina with such glee, and if that’s the case she’s about to be beyond gratified. Once again the commentators can be heard speculating upon the Duchess’ plans as she encroaches upon the ring.
Greyson: Now it looks like Tina Valentine is headed in our direction. Hasn’t the Queen of the Ring Champion done enough for one evening?
Sparkles: Well another of the woman who will challenge her for her title is still standing, so no.
Greyson: Tina no doubt coming to the ring on account of the fact that Amanda Blayze, the other number one contender for her championship, is scheduled to compete one on one with Jessica Wilde, and that match will be coming at you right after the commercial break.
COMMERCIAL
BACKSTAGE
Before the break we witnessed an individual moving towards the ring, so it’s almost fitting that after the break we see someone walking away from it. SIN Champion Ba’al moves away from the guerilla position with Jaina, Decay and Rachel nipping at his heels. The Sinistry move further and further away from the ring, but are drawing closer to Kloe Masters.
Kloe: Interesting Kirian, veeeerry interesting.
The smile on Masters’ face is not a beacon guiding wayward vessels to shore, but a siren calling ships to a watery grave. She steps towards Ba’al clutching a clipboard in hand and finding herself nestled between Jessica Wilde and the enormous Executioner.
Ba’al: I have you intrigued do I?
Kloe: Of course. I have to admire your moxie and the brilliance of your challenge to Broderick Chase. He’s played precisely into our hands.
The clipboard in Masters’ palms is raised, but the documents pinned to it intentionally withheld from the camera.
Ba’al: My only regret is that Broderick’s daughter might not arrive in time to see the fate that befalls her father.
Kloe: It’s unfortunate that Taylor was scheduled to attend so many public appearances on the IWC’s behalf today.
Ba’al: It is, but someone had to be entrusted with the ribbon cutting duties at the newest Wal-Mart.
Both Ba’al and Masters produce despicable grins.
Kloe: I do know how to keep my employees busy, don’t I?
Ba’al: To be more accurate, you know how to keep certain employees from being a nuisance.
Kloe: That I do…That I do. And speaking of nuisances, perhaps your time is better served preparing for your Crucifixion Match with Broderick Chase.
Ba’al: Agreed.
Ba’al is followed by the Sinistry as the group pass by Masters, leaving Kloe to focus on another of her associates, the bearer of the Extraordinary Title, Jessica Wilde, who stands beside her massive protector, Executioner.
Kloe: I believe the two of you have other business to attend to as well.
Wilde: Oh-oh yes. But before I compete against Amanda Blayze, I just want to thank you for this opportunity.
Kloe: It’s a fitting reward for your unshakeable faith in the Sinistry. I think it’s only fair that you be gifted the opportunity to take Amanda Blayze’s Queen of the Ring Title should you defeat her in the ring this evening.
Wilde: Oh…..that’s-that’s-that’s not what I was talking about.
Kloe: It isn’t?
Wilde: I mean, I appreciate it and all, but what I was really grateful for was the opportunity to put an end to The Whore at long last.
Kloe: I’m eager to see what you have planned for Buehler.
Wilde: You’ll love it my Lord. I cannot wait to unleash my plan for Katelyn Buehler at the End of the Year Special.
Kloe: Well go and dispense with Amanda Blayze first, anoint yourself the NEW number one contender for the Queen of the Ring Championship THEN see Katelyn Buehler dealt with.
Wilde: Yes my Lord, yes.
Wilde proceeds in the direction of the ring, with Executioner naturally following directly behind her, the pair inseparable, especially with Wilde on the cusp of competition.
AMANDA BLAYZE VS. JESSICA WILDE
The intro of “Warriors of the World (United)” by Manowar blares into the arena, generating thunderous cheers from the crowd.
Then, as the song begins, Amanda Blayze emerges through the smoke and comes down toward the ring, high fiving fans as the arena continues to erupt with thunderous cheers. When, she reaches the ringside area, she stands there taking in the atmosphere of the arena as the fans continue to show their reactions. Then, she takes off her vest and reveals herself to the crowd, which fires up the crowd even more. She then climbs up the apron and jumps over the ropes to enter the ring.
Seconds later, she runs up two of the opposite ringposts, jumps onto the ropes and extends her arms with a traditional Hawaiian Shaka signal with her extended hands, taking in the atmosphere while the crowd reaction continues and the cameras flashing.
After going through her ritual, Amanda jumps down and does pre-match stretches, waiting for her opponent to arrive.
Greyson: Amanda Blayze better have eyes in the back of her head.
Sparkles: Would it help if my eyes were already on her backside?
Greyson: No Sparkles, it wouldn’t. Amanda has made her fair share of enemies over recent months, one of which we saw headed in the general direction of the ring before the commercial break. Queen of the Ring Champion Tina Valentine is going to no doubt be out here shortly to get involved in a match where Blayze is unfairly forced to defend her Queen of the Ring Title number one contendership against Jessica Wilde.
Sparkles: Sinistry looking out for their own.
Greyson: We’re already starting to see how Kloe Masters will affect the course of this show. She’s pulling every string to make sure the Sinistry, and all those who support them are rewarded opportunities for their loyalty, even if they don’t deserve those opportunities.
Sparkles: And Amanda has already been through so much just to earn her shot at the Queen of the Ring Championship.
Blayze, who has encountered so many obstacles since winning a title shot, now has to vault one last hurdle. She stares up the ramp in anticipation of Jessica Wilde’s arrival. “My Demons” by Starset filters through the speakers and Jessica Wilde is already appearing not standing on the stage, but seated on the shoulders of Executioner. The massive masked man carries Wilde towards the ring while she solemnly hangs her head and clasps her hands together in prayer. The Extraordinary Title that was gifted to her by Harbinger, the artist formerly known as Hurse, now hangs around the neck of her seven foot subordinate. The two reach the ring and Executioner turns his back to the ring, allowing Wilde to slip off of his shoulders, stand on the apron then take her belt off his neck. She lifts it into the air while pointing at Blayze and making a belt gesture across her own waist.
Sparkles: Awww, aren’t Executioner and Wilde so cute together?
Greyson: As cute as a pack of wolves mauling a bunny.
Sparkles: How adorable.
Greyson: What we’re about to see right now is not cute, nor is it adorable. Blayze is forced to defend her number one contendership at the Queen of the Ring Title against Wilde….why? Not because Jessica has beaten Blayze, or well, ANYONE to earn this chance, it’s all because she’s blindly devoted to the Sinistry.
Sparkles: You got to know who’s ass to kiss, Greyson, not who’s ass you have to stick your hand up
Greyson: You’re a puppet Sparkles, I have to put my hand somewhere.
Sparkles: Sure, keep on justifying your perversion, sicko.
Wilde continues to flaunt the Extraordinary Title before the face of Blayze and for very good reason. She keeps Amanda focused on her to make sure Amanda’s isn’t focused on Executioner sliding into the ring. The giant charges up behind Blayze, grabs her by the shoulder and spins her around, snatching her by the throat. Before the match can even begin Executioner is attempting to chokeslam the opponent of his beloved Wilde. But Amanda will not fall victim to his assault. Delivering an elbow right to Executoner’s forearm then staggering away from the seven footer. Executioner then rushes forward and attempts a big boot that Blayze ducks under, causing the giant to crotch himself over the top rope. The masked man has to be grimacing in pain as his nads end up draped across the cable.
Wilde looks to avenge the fate befallen her protector, rushing across the ring straight at Amanda’s side only to have her side step whatever Wilde had planned and instead deliver a kick straight to the back of her knees. Wilde’s feet launch into the air as a result and hit Executioner’s hip with a front dropkick. The blow knocks the giant fully over the cables and to the outside of the ring.
A frustrated Wilde races to her feet and charges at the elusive Amanda, throwing a clothesline that is ducked. Jessica’s momentum carries her forward after missing this clothesline, her body spinning towards Blayze who now stands with her side to the cables. Jessica comes charging in with another clothesline attempt only to have Blayze duck and catch her with a back drop over the ropes.
Jessica flips over before ultimately crashing down right into the shoulder of Executioner at ringside, both individuals plummeting to the mats. They just begin to collect themselves before Amanda rolls out of the ring, clutches the back of Jessica’s head and charges her towards the ring, depositing her back inside. Blayze then climbs up onto the apron, grabs the top rope and launches herself over into a flip forward senton that has her crashing down right onto the elevated knees of Wilde. The blow to the spine arches Blayze’s back and has her grimacing in pain as she instinctively pops up to her feet. She stands for only a moment before Wilde leaps in behind her, catches both of Amanda’s shoulders and delivers a back stabber. Amanda bounces off of the knees and back up to her feet, muscles reacting to this damaging blow. She stands upright and puts herself in perfect position for Wilde, who rushes in from behind, lunges into the air and catches Amanda with a bulldog, all the while interlocking her hands under Amanda’s chin in a praying gesture.
Wilde lunges to her feet, puts a palm over her chest and raises her other hand towards the heavens.
Wilde: HAIL SIN, HAIL SINISTRY!
The crowd does not react in the way Wilde had imagined they would. Instead of joining her in this chant, they hurl insults upon her. An embittered Wilde turns back to her opponent, stepping towards Blayze, taking her head into a front chancery and then blasting her repeatedly over the upper spine with clubbing blows. Amanda falls to her knees and Jessica continues to clasp onto her head with one arm and lift the other into the air.
Wilde: I SAID, HAIL SIN….HAIL SINI….
Blayze takes advantage of the way her body is position and the way Wilde is distracted demanding the crowd join her in a sign of respect to the Sinistry. Amanda wedges a shoulder to Wilde’s gut and snaps back into the bridging northern lights suplex. But she’s not going for the pin, instead she’s flipping back and landing on her feet, keeping Wilde’s abdomen trapped in a front waist lock. Wilde is pulled up to her seat and her face is then crushed by a lethal roundhouse kick. The blow nails Wilde in the cheek and knocks her to her back with Amanda falling into the lateral press, leg hooked for the three.
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Not happening, Wilde manages to get her shoulder off the canvas to prevent the three count. This suits Blayze just fine, because she’s not through bludgeoning and brutalizing Wilde just yet. She drags Jessica up to her feet with both arms trapped behind her in a double undehrook, exposing Jessica’s face to one knee after another. Each strike is more damaging and crippling than the last and has Jessica fighting to remain conscious. Ultimately Blayze stops employing the knees and now drops back into a bridging double underhook suplex.
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Blayze flips back out of the bridge and onto her feet, pulling Jessica along to her seat by the arms still trapped in Blayze’s possession. Amanda now stands in front of Jessica and attempts another roundhouse kick, this one caught before it can connect.
Jessica quickly rises to her feet with Blayze’s leg still caught under her arm pit and then pushes it away, sending Blayze twisting away and exposing her spine to Jessica’s back stabber. Wilde leaps into the air, catches Amanda’s shoulders and drops back, but what she didn’t realize is that Amanda has caught something as well, the top rope. She stands tall and prevents falling victim to the lung blower that leaves Wilde’s body deflated of air. She sits up grimacing in pain while Amanda swings her body into a roundhouse kick. This time the blow is avoided by virtue of Wilde dropping back, avoiding the shot that just grazes the bangs of her hair. Amanda turns in a full circle as a result, falls back into the ropes and ricochets off them to build some momentum, carrying herself full steam ahead right into a Canadian back breaker across Wilde’s knee.
Amanda corkscrews off the knee and to the canvas, grabbing at her kidneys, which have just suffered a lethal blow. She gets to a crawling base only to be knocked all the way down to her stomach by Wilde’s back first senton splash. Wilde comes down spine first with all her weight across the small of Amanda’s back, driving her down into the canvas.
Greyson: Looks like Wilde is finally starting to hone the craft of professional wrestling.
Sparkles: I think the tutelage of New Eden’s Silk is helping her progress along quite nicely.
The blow across the kidneys has Blayze grimacing as she tries to sustain her body weight. She stands up just as Wilde comes rushing in from beside her and lunging into the air for the Penance Paid. The Famasser is about to connect only to have Amanda step back, avoiding the leg of her opponent. Wilde lands on her feet as a result then turns towards Blayze, who goes for a thrust kick only to have her foot caught mere inches from Wilde’s jaw. Jessica smiles at Blayze then pushes the foot away from her face, sending Amanda turning away from her opponent into a full spin and then receiving a kick to the gut. The blow doubles Amanda over and puts her in a position where she can be subjected to the Pestilence.
Jessica lunges into the air and catches Amanda with the Famasser, planting Amanda’s head directly into the canvas. Blayze not only bounces off the ring but bounces right back up straight to her feet. She stands just as Wilde turns towards her and then delivers a lethal thrust kick right across Wilde’s chin. The crowd is shocked at the sight of Amanda no selling the Pestilence and instead unleashing that dreaded kick. Jessica is knocked on her ass and Amanda goes spiraling into the ropes, falling against them as the results of the Pestilence finally catch up with her. Blayze tries to shake off the damage inflicted on her brain and now sets to give Wilde some brain damage as well.
The moment Jessica gets to her seat she’s blasted across the brow with a diving front dropkick. The shot knocks Wilde to her spine and Amanda looks to be on the cusp of retaining her number one contendership to the Queen of the Ring Title. She rolls over backwards and grabs Jessica’s leg in the process, lifting it into the air. Jessica is then rolled over to her stomach and into the ankle lock. Wilde is about to have her leg snapped, prompting her to lift a hand into the air with the intention of tapping out.
Executioner recovers at ringside from that earlier crotching upon the top cable and now tries to interfere to prevent Wilde from quitting. He climbs up onto the apron and summons the focus of the official. Referee Patrick Fitzpatrick shambles in almost zombie like fashion across the canvas, stopping in front of Executioner and apathetically warning him.
Meanwhile behind the referee’s back Wilde is slapping the canvas repeatedly, tapping out to the ankle lock.
Greyson: Ref, Wilde is tapping…she’s tapping out. Turn your ass around.
Sparkles: He’s too busy jawing with Executioner.
Wilde continues to tap and Amanda continues to twist at the ankle, refusing to break the submission until she breaks the leg. Unfortunately for Amanda, she never gets the opportunity to snap Wilde’s limb because instead it’s Amanda’s own head and neck that are snapped when the Queen of the Ring Title smashes into the back of her skull. The crowd is all over Tina Valentine as she interferes in the second straight match tonight and takes out another of the contenders for her title at the End of the Year Special.
Greyson: It’s Valentine….AGAIN!
Sparkles: And she just smashed Blazye in the head with the belt in the same way she did to Lasiewicz earlier tonight.
The concussing strike across the back of her head knocks Amanda to her knees, rendering near vegetative from this blow. She’s so out of it she can’t even see the grin on Valentine’s face, but the Queen of the Ring Champion can see, she can see the pain etched across Amanda’s features as Amanda grips at the knot forming on the back of her skull. Tina exits the ring just as the official turns around to spot Wilde leaping into the air, putting her foot to the back of Amanda’s head and then driving her face down into the canvas via the Absolution.
Blayze’s face is crushed against the canvas via the modified curb stomp, leaving her defenseless against Wilde’s pin. Jessica throws herself over Amanda’s chest and hooks the leg, Fitzpatrick slipping into position to make the count.
Valentine watches from ringside as she not only costs another of her contenders a match, but costs Blayze her very contendership.
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The hand swings down into the canvas for the third and perhaps fina….noooo….Amanda overcomes obstacles once again by launching her arm from the ring and out from under a stunned Wilde’s body.
Greyson: But Amanda is not through yet.
Sparkles: Even after taking a blow from a fucking belt to the back of her head?
Greyson: Blayze has endured too much to earn a shot at the Queen of the Ring Championship just to get screwed out of it here tonight.
Wilde is absolutely flabbergasted by this kick out and now shouts at Executioner. The masked behemoth climbs to the apron getting the referee’s attention. Fitzpatrick cuts him off before he enters the ring and now Wilde is capitalizing on the referee’s distraction. She pulls Blayze to her feet with both of Blayze’s arms pinned behind her back. Now it’s Tina that Wilde is shouting out. Tina slides back into the ring with the Queen of the Ring Title stretched across her palms. She now rushes across the ring and swings the gold right at Amanda’s face only to have Amanda duck and for the gold to crash right into Wilde’s forehead.
Greyson: Tina and Wilde were trying to collaborate to screw over Blayze, but Tina just took Wilde out with the belt!
Sparkles: This just went from worse to horrible.
The shot across the brow with the title sends Wilde spiraling around the canvas, somehow remaining upright just long enough for Amanda to leap into the air, catch her around the neck then snap back into the DDT. Blayze drives Wilde’s skull into the canvas then flips back, wrapping her legs around Wilde’s waist. Blayze has the Huntress Trap locked in and Wilde is almost instantly tapping to it. A smiling Tina doesn’t even turn around to watch Wilde submitting, the Queen of the Ring Champion making her way up the ramp and into the back.
Greyson: Blayze successfully retains her shot at the Queen of the Ring Title.
Sparkles: She forced Wilde to tap to the Huntress Trap after Valentine accidentally cracked Wilde in the face with the belt.
Greyson: Tina is not making any friends tonight.
Blayze at last stands up and basks in the allure of victory.
BACKSTAGE
Tape is applied to the wrists of Broderick Chase…yes, THAT Broderick Chase, as he readies himself for the physicality that lies ahead. The Brod will not even allow the blood seeping down from the hematoma in his forehead to stop him from participating in what might just be the most intense encounter of his career. In a matter of moments he steps into the ring fighting not just for his honor, not just for the honor of his daughter, but for the honor of his entire family. The commentating duo of Greyson Lovejoy and Sparkles reflect upon the magnitude of the match ahead of the Brod.
Sparkles: What is the Brod thinking?
Greyson: I’m pretty sure he’s not thinking at all right now. The only thing on his mind is his daughter. Taylor Chase and the threat Ba’al poses to her.
Sparkles: Well he’s in a position to do something about it coming up next, but has to survive a Crucifixion Match in order to see his goal accomplished.
Greyson: Ba’al versus Broderick Chase, Crucifixion Match, don’t go anywhere, because you don’t want to miss what’s going to happen next.
COMMERCIAL
BACKSTAGE
A wounded Amanda Blayze stumbles along into the backstage area, clasping at the back of her head, the very spot targeted by the Queen of the Ring Champion. Blayze, one of the number one contenders to that very title, staggers through the gorilla positon but doesn’t get very far before finding a physical obstruction blocking her path.
Lasiewicz: I think the two of us need to talk.
The first victim of Tina Valentine’s guerilla tactics, Jessica Lasiewicz, materializes before Blayze, her daunting and fear inspiring physique encroaching upon Blayze’s personal space. The co-number one contenders for the Queen of the Ring Championship step vie a vie, but it doesn’t seem that either has come looking for a fight.
Blayze: About?
Lasiewicz: Making Tina Valentine as miserable as she’s made us.
Blayze: You have my attention.
THE BROD VS BA’AL
CRUCIFXION MATCH
Cameras are centered upon the giant crucifix ominously descending onto the ring. Of course the cameras aren’t the only objects fixated on this daunting symbol that has been implored numerous times over the past few months by the Sinistry to victimize all who dared defy them. Every fan watches with unblinking eyes as the cross reaches the ring and finds itself slanted diagonally against the ropes.
Greyson: There it is Sparkles, the crucifix that will find either the body of Broderick Chase or Ba’al suspended from it.
Sparkles: Talk about a total mind-fuck this evening. Did any of us honestly expect going into tonight that we’d be seeing friggin Broderick Chase fighting our SIN Champion, the Sinistry’s own Ba’al, in a Crucifixion Match?
Greyson: No, and I doubt anyone suspected to tune in and see a puppet doing commentary, either.
Sparkles: Don’t be so hard on yourself, Lovejoy, you’re not a puppet, a tool maybe, but certainly not a puppet.
Greyson: Thanks….I guess. Anyway, the only method of winning this pending match is to have your opponent completely strapped to that crucifix and then proceed to have it raised above the ring.
The crucifix continues to await the latest victim to be strapped in place upon it, will that be the man presently making his way down the ramp? Broderick Chase would like to think otherwise. He marches straight down the ramp with an expression of such intensity on his normally cocky and arrogant features. The Brod slides into the ring, clinching and un-clinching his knuckles in anticipation of putting them across the face of the SIN Champion.
Greyson: The Brod all upset after being attacked at the start of the show by Ba’al, and now he looks to do something about that ambush.
Sparkles: Yeah, but this is about more than just that ambush, Lovejoy.
Greyson: Indeed. Ba’al scheduled to face the Brod’s daughter at the End of the Year Special for the World Title, and soooo much has gone down between those two in the build to that title match it’s not even funny.
Sparkles: Taylor’s husband, Orlando Cruze, was beaten to within an inch of his life by Ba’al…
Greyson: And Taylor, she knocked Ba’al’s wife, Rachel Foxx, out cold with the True Story a few weeks ago.
Sparkles: Let’s hope the Brod doesn’t become just another casualty in this war.
The Brod focuses on the entry way in anticipation of Ba’al’s arrival, and a member of the Sinistry does arrive, but it’s not the member Chase was waiting for. The fans remorselessly heckle Majority Owner Kloe Masters as she steps through the curtains and makes her way towards the ring with clipboard in one hand and a microphone in the other.
Sparkles: When did Ba’al grow boobies?
Greyson: That’s NOT Ba’al.
Sparkles: Oh thank God, then this erection isn’t as inappropriate as I thought.
Greyson: You’re holding a magic marker Sparkles.
Sparkles: It’s the closest I’ll ever get to an erection DAMMIT!
Greyson: Kloe Masters coming out here for….God only knows why….and I’m sure even HE doesn’t want to know.
The Brod tries to compose himself as he watches Masters slide into the ring and seemingly taunt him with her smile. But she’ll employ far more than her grin to taunt Chase, that is after all why she brought the microphone to the ring with her.
Kloe: BROOOODERICK CHASE…..Wow! Your reputation is definitely a deserved one.
Broderick: Yeah, you got quite the reputation too, read all about it on the wall of that bathroom stall.
Fans: OOOH SNAP!
Kloe: Awww, cute Broderick, very cute. As is your ridiculous challenge here tonight. You honestly expect to face Ba’al in a Crucifixion Match? Have you not seen what happens to those who stand in the same ring with Ba’al and a crucifix? It isn’t pretty, Brod.
Broderick: Yeah, it won’t be pretty for Ba’al tonight, that’s for damn sure.
Kloe: Keep telling yourself that. If you believe you stand a chance against Ba’al tonight you’re clearly delusional. But I’m NOT. My mind isn’t in the clouds, it’s right here on planet earth, and on this planet we don’t have matches between my champion and non-contracted wrestlers. So if you want to get your hands on Ba’al in this Crucifixion match, you sign this first.
The clipboard in Kloe’s hand is raised, the contract pinned to it mere inches from Chase’s face.
Broderick: And what’s this?
Kloe: Come on Brod, you claim to be an expert with contracts.
Broderick takes the contract out of Kloe’s hands…no…he SNATCHES it out of her hands and reads it a bit closer.
Kloe: This a hold harmless agreement. It states that if you end up being seriously hurt throughout the course of this match, then you have no provocation to sue SIN, or me personally. If you want to fight Ba’al, you have to sign this contract and….
Broderick: You honestly think I’m going to sign anything you give me? What do you take the Brod for?
Kloe: Sign the contract…
She removes a pen and holds it out to Chase, but he will not take it.
Broderick: If you hand me that pen, it’s not going to be used to sign any contract.
Kloe: Sign the God damned contract this instant!
Broderick: Pushy aren’t we? (Begins to thumb through the pages of the contract) What exactly is in this contract?
Kloe: Just SIGN IT!
Finally the Brod grabs the pen out of Kloe’s hand but as he speculated he isn’t using it to put his John Hancock on the document. Instead he’s swinging around rapidly and swinging the pen like a dagger into the face of the man who slid into the ring behind him. Ba’al had the intention of getting the drop on the Brod, but instead finds his forehead impaled by the ink pen.
Greyson: Look at this, Ba’al tried to sneak in through the crowd and get the drop on Brod, but instead gets stabbed right in the face with the ink pen.
Sparkles: Broderick saw it coming.
Indeed, Chase foresaw Ba’al’s attack, but didn’t foresee Kloe’s.
Masters drops to her knees behind Chase and gives him a straight uppercut to the crotch, the blow doubling Broderick over. He grimaces in pain, dropping the contract that Kloe eagerly picks up before departing the ring.
Greyson: Dammit, a low blow by Masters on the Brod.
Sparkles: Well, I stand corrected about Broderick’s omnipotent powers.
Chase continues to stoop forward and clutch his swollen genitalia, but he should have been protecting another head. Ba’al lines up Brod’s face and then delivers a running knee straight across his chin. The stiff shot sends Broderick staggering back, swinging his arms to remain upright and almost falling back into the crucifix slanted against the ropes. He just gets his balance before finding his equilibrium tested by the running punch Ba’al is about to deliver. The jab isn’t just ducked…no…Brod turns Ba’al’s own momentum against him, back dropping the SIN Champion into the air and causing him to come down spine first right into the crucifix.
Ba’al’s kidneys bounces off the cross and now rolls down its surface to the canvas. He ends up spread across his elbows and knees, reaching back for his lower spine which the Brod is now targeting, with the Singapore Cane. The crowd goes nuts as Chase snatches a cane from beneath the ring then slides back into the squared circle where he puts the weapon to use. The cane smacks off of Ba’al’s kidneys, causing him to grimace and scoot across his knees, putting as much distance as he can between himself and his assailant.
Broderick rushes in behind Ba’al and swings the cane again, smacking it right off of Ba’al’s back. The Champion groans from the physical toil his body is undergoing. He falls forward from his knees into the cross, leaning on it for support. Broderick then steps across the ring, swinging the cane out to his side before griping the handle tight, lining up for a Casey Jones inspired strike. He rushes in and yanks back on the cane only to have the crucifix driven right into his skull.
Ba’al stands up, steps to the side of the cross and pushes it right into the inbound face of Broderick, completely stopping his momentum. Chase staggers back, the hematoma on his forehead lacerated by this collision with the cross and sending blood seeping down his face. Ba’al then comes charging in to press his advantage only to have Broderick launch from his feet and connect with a dropkick right to the World Champion’s chest
A stunned Ba’al is sent spiraling backwards into the cross, falling across its surface. He leans on the crucifix slanted against the ropes and tries so desperately to collect himself. The Brod will give no rest to the wicked, rushing across the ring to latch Ba’al to the cross only to find his ribs caught against the champion’s shoulder, Ba’al heaving Chase into the air, twisting and driving Brod’s body straight into the cross with a double A spinebuster.
Broderick’s body collides with the cross so forcefully every bone in his body instantly feels broken and every organ said bones are meant to protect feel lacerated by the shattered fragments. Ba’al seizes upon these injuries, attempting to latch one of the Brod’s arms to the cross. He successfully does so but runs into a problem when he goes after the other arm of his opponent. He places it upon the cross and then attempts to tie it in place before the Brod uses his one free remaining weapon, his boot, driving it straight up and straight into Ba’al’s testicles.
Greyson: Oooh…The Brod with some retribution for that low blow given to him by Kloe Masters before this match started.
Sparkles: Is this even a match? I don’t think there’s a referee out here.
Greyson: Valid point.
The blow to the gonads has Ba’al stumbling back and stooping over his crotch, cupping it with both palms. Meanwhile the bloodied Brod unties his hand that was tied in place, steps away from the cross and grabs the creases of Ba’al’s knees. He rips the legs out from under the champion, causing Ba’al to fall to his back before being catapulted right into the cross. Ba’al flies towards the cross and crashes right into the hardened surface. He bounces off but does not ricochet from the cross, instead he wraps his addled body around it.
Thankfully for Ba’al, he possesses quite the threshold for pain, which explains why he’s still on his feet and twisting around to face the inbound Broderick, who bolts across the ring and dives at the World Champion’s ribs with a spear. The Brod hits every bit of the spear, INTO THE CROSS.
Ba’al steps out of the way in the nick of time, causing the top of the Brod’s head to crash into the crucifix, perhaps splitting his skull on impact. The collision with the cross leaves Chase all discombobulated and now twisting around right into a deadly blow across the brow with the Singapore cane. The very weapon Broderick introduced into this match almost splinters into a thousand fragments as it connects across Chase’s forehead.
A huge gash has been opened in the Brod’s scalp, a gaping wound that immediately submerges Brod’s face in a bucket of blood. The sickeningly stiff shot and the ensuing cranial damage leaves Chase stumbling back and falling against the cross, perfectly positioned in the most precarious state one can imagine. Ba’al steps in and grabs the straps hanging from the arm supports of the cross, latching Broderick’s arms in place.
The bloodied and bludgeoned Brod is unable to stop the plight befalling him as his arms are tied in place.
Greyson: Oh no…Ba’al has got the Brod trapped on the cross.
Sparkles: Hey, the Brod put in a much better fight against our World Champion than I thought he would.
Greyson: The way he took it to the champ tonight was definitely commendable, but…..put that down Ba’al.
Ba’al takes full advantage of the fact that Broderick’s arms are trapped upon the cross, hence why he’s grabbing the Singapore cane and slowly sizing up the father of the number one contender.
Ba’al: You may find this strange, Mr. Chase, but I wish to take this moment to thank you.
The bloodied Brod stares with such intensity through the crimson that cakes his face. He doesn’t hear a single word that seeps through Ba’al’s lips.
Ba’al: You have my utmost appreciation for coming to this ring in pursuit of a fight. For it affords me an opportunity to send quite the message to your family, your daughter in particular.
Broderick: Get fucked.
Ba’al: Humorous. But I do believe that is what my brother Aiken, had envisioned for your little girl.
The kindo stick swings right across the Brod’s ribs, then across the top of his skull then across his chest and arms. Literally every inch of the Brod’s body is being smacked repeatedly with the cane, leaving deep red impressions across his flesh. Chase groans in anguish with each of these powerful and devastating blows that buckle Brod’s knees and have him collapsing to the canvas. Yet his arms keep him upright, remaining strapped to the cross.
Greyson: This is depraved. Someone put a stop to this PLEASE!
Sparkles: Fat chance bub. Me thinks Kloe ain’t about to let anyone interfere in this.
Another blow connects with cane across flesh, rending skin from the Brod’s already badly battered and bloodied body. He has succumb to these shots which now leave him lifelessly dangling by his arms from the cross. Ba’al extends the staff, placing it under Brod’s chin and raising his limp head so that his groggy eyes can see the smile forming across the Champion’s face.
Ba’al: I could extinguish that light in your eyes and your zest for life, but I do believe forcing you to watch what becomes of your daughter at the End of the Year Special would be a far harsher punishment. You agree, no?
Ba’al tilts his head in preparation for the Brod’s answer, but the dozens of blows Chase withstood from the cane leaves him hard pressed just to breathe, let alone produce a response.
Ba’al: I thought you would see things my way.
The cane is thrown aside and Ba’al throws himself to his knees. His eyes watch the cross elevating towards the rafters with the Brod’s decimated frame hanging from it. The remorseless grin on Ba’al’s face is directed to the destroyed body of Chase displayed high above the ring, chin dipped to chest and incapable of rising.
BACKSTAGE
Broderick Chase wasn’t the only one who suffered an attack earlier tonight, we see two more victims of an assault nursing their ailing wounds. Jessica Lasiewicz and Amanda Blayze, the co-number one contenders for the Queen of the Ring Championship, who were attacked with the very belt that they are in pursuit of, find themselves exiting the office of Principle Owner Karen McBride.
Amanda: I can’t believe McBride actually signed off on that.
Lasiewicz: She’s one of the few around here who knows what’s right.
Amanda: That’s refreshing.
Lasiewicz: Indeed. And speaking of doing what’s right. Let’s make things RIGHT with Tina Valentine.
Amanda: Her night is about to be very-VERY interesting.
Lasiewicz: Lace up your boots Blayze. We’ve got one more match ahead of us.
Amanda: Match? Noooo. We’ve got an ass kicking to deliver.
COMMERCIAL
BACKSTAGE
The enclosed parking facility is highlighted, but this time it’s not a limo pulling into view, it’s an ivory shaded Humvee, screeching to a halt. Smoke dissipates from the rear tires and scorch marks are left in the concrete beneath the vehicle. The doors pop open and from the Humvee emerges Taylor Chase. The number one contender then turns towards the passenger door which comes flying open as Orlando Cruze steps out.
Taylor: I can’t believe we’re this fucking late.
Orlando: You didn’t HAVE to make all those public appearances, Tay.
Taylor: I know-I know, Kloe is just trying to overwork me as much as she can to keep me from training for the World Title match, but if the fans are promised an appearance by Taylor Chase, I’m not going to leave them hanging.
Orlando: I know you have an obligation to the fans, but you have to think about the obligation to yourself as well. Don’t you two agree?
The back doors of the Humvee pop open and out steps the very same individuals seen at the conclusion of the last NewAge. Sebastian Blake and Callista Christos, the pair that Orlando was prepared to sell his shares of the IWC to before Kloe Masters swooped in and pulled her swerve, exit the vehicle and drop down behind the Icon.
Blake: Ditto Tay, ditto.
Callista: You’re not the only one counting on your victory over Ba’al at the End of the Year Special.
Taylor: Yeah…no pressure, right?
Blake: It isn’t until you beat Ba’al that Orlando and I can get back to talking business.
Taylor: Might want to get a jump on that, because there’s no way I’m losing to Ba’al…no way.
Kelcey: Tay.
The best and most loyal friend of Taylor comes into view, Kelcey Wallace darting across the parking lot and stopping in front of Taylor.
Kelcey: We seriously need to talk.
Taylor: What’s up Kels?
Kelcey: it’s about your father.
Orlando: What’s the Brod got himself into this time?
Any semblance of joy is soooo zapped from the conversation when seeing the grave expression on Kelcey’s face.
Taylor: Kels, what happened?
IN RING
”Talkin That” plays over the PA system and both Queen of the Ring Champion Tina Valentine and Prii Foote come strutting down the ramp, the two nearing the squared circle. They slip in under the cables where the Duchess proudly displays the title belt strewn over her shoulder, the very weapon that has been of such aid to her in the destruction of both of the contenders for her championship.
Greyson: Oh geez, didn’t we get enough of Tina Valentine this evening?
Sparkles: You can never have enough of that ghetto booty.
Greyson: This cold and malicious young lady has been on a tear tonight. First she took out Jessica Lasiewicz, then she attempted to do the same to Amanda Blayze. So who’s next?
Sparkles: Please let it be Greyson Lovejoy. Add him to your Whore Hit List, Lovejoy is the biggest whore of them all.
The Duchess steps across the ring requesting a microphone and you better believe she’s not about to be denied what she wants.
Tina: So let me get this straight. The Duchess….YOUR QUEEN has already had herself an incredibly busy night taking out one skanky bitch after another, and yet even after all my tireless work, the IWC is still expecting me to lace up my boots and compete in this Lethal Lottery Tag Team Title Tournament tonight?
Prii: A tournament for the Tag Team Championships where the pairings are selected totally at random.
Tina: And because God really-really hates me, my randomly selected partner is Kordy? Fucking Kordy of all people!?!
Valentine continues to bemoan her fate.
Tina: I don’t know if the brass have been watching, but Kordy and I, we’re not exactly on the same page. Though we’re both technically members of the GOOD Movement, while I’m fighting on behalf of GOOD, Kordy’s sucking off the Sinistry. Right Prii?
Prii: You’re darned skippy.
Tina: She and I cannot be tag team partners in this tournament tonight. It’s not gonna happen. Especially when I have a GOOD partner standing right here beside me.
Foote, another member of the GOOD Movement, produces a smirk and bobs her head.
Prii: Tina and I are GOOD through and through. Kordy on the other hand, she’s allowed darkness to corrupt her heart, and penetrate her nether regions. For weeks she’s masqueraded herself as a member of the GOOD Movement, and yet every time we turn around, we see her running around with the Sinistry. Every Twitter comment she makes is about the Frost family and how awesome-possum they are.
Tina: She sings the praises of a group that has tried to have her agent castrated over and over again, and yet still claims to be loyal to him?
Prii: Ethan Von Aaron does not deserve to be strung along and mistreated the way you’ve mistreated him. Just look at all he’s done for you Kordy. You would NEVER be the Evolution Champion if it weren’t for Ethan Von Aaron.
Tina: So seriously, take your tongue out of Aiken Frost’s asshole or stop pretending you care about the GOOD Movement. You can’t be friends with the Sinistry and a member of the GOOD Movement too, doesn’t work that way.
Prii: You either choose a side, or we’ll make the choice for you.
Tina: But that choice, it ain’t comin’ tonight. I don’t trust you to team alongside me in this tournament, so it ain’t happening. Prii’s gonna be my partner, and if anyone has a problem with that they can come out here, pucker up their lips and kiss my a….
Amanda: We DO have a problem with that.
The fans are quite relieved at the sight of Amanda Blayze and Jessica Lasiewicz, the pair of contenders to Tina’s title at last giving the crowd something to shake them from the dread over recent proceedings. Tina looks unshaken by the sight of the very women she assaulted throughout the night making their way down the ramp. Lasiewicz and Blayze overcome their injures in the pursuit of inflicting some of their own. The duo slides into the ring and stands before the GOOD Movement.
Amanda: And we’re not the only ones.
Prii: You’d be wise not to threaten us ladies.
Lasiewicz: Oh we’re not out here making threats, we’re out here making promises. And Karen McBride, she’s promised the both of us a crack at the two of you.
Amanda: We just came from McBride’s office, and she told us that we’ll get an opportunity to take your spot in this Tag Team Tournament, Tina.
Lasiewicz: All we have to do is beat you right here, right now.
Amanda: Since you brought your friend out here with you…
Lasiewicz: Who I owe some payback to for laying me out a couple of weeks ago on this very show.
Amanda: Then I guess we can make this a tag team match. Blayze and Lasiewicz versus Tina and Prii with the winners advancing to be in the tournament.
Tina: I in no way agree to any of th….
Amanda: Tough shit.
Lasiewicz: It’s time I marked your name off MY list.
Lasiewicz suddenly steps forth and decks Tina straight across the jaw, staggering her back. Prii goes to interfere but receives a spinning back heel kick to the ribs, doubling her over. Blayze then steps to one side of the stooped Foote while Lasiewicz occupies the other. Both ladies dive in with simultaneous basement dropkicks to opposite ends of Prii’s skull. The simultaneous shots knock Prii to her knees, where she bobs back and forth, looking very disorientated. Tina comes rushing in to interfere, delivering a double axehandle across the back of a rising Blayze, then taking her by the hair and charging her at the ropes, throwing her through. As Blayze exits the ring, referee Arnie Ficklebottom slides in and starts the match.
TINA VALENTINE & PRII FOOTE VS AMANDA BLAYZE & JESSICA LASIEWICZ
Greyson: Looks like we’ve got ourselves an impromptu tag team match, Sparkles.
Sparkles: Too much hotness in the ring for my brain to compute.
Greyson: What a twisted situation. Tina and Prii came out here protesting the Lethal Lottery Tag Team Tournament tonight, where Tina would be forced to pair up with Kordy, and then Lasiewicz and Blayze came out here to challenge Tina for her team’s spot in the tournament. Leading to this match.
Sparkles: Where’s Kordy in the middle of all this? What does she make out of this whole situation?
Greyson: Is Kordy ALL you care about?
Sparkles: Is there anything else WORTH caring about?
The bell continues to chime in the background as Tina looks through the ropes at the woman she just tossed to the outside. Amanda is beginning to rise to her feet before Valentine comes flying over the cables into an attempted crossbody, but Blayze avoids the move by sliding back into the ring. Tina changes her strategy, landing on her feet across the mats, just barely getting them beneath her in time. She then turns towards the ring where Amanda is on all fours and Lasiewicz is stepping off of Amanda’s back in order to launch herself over the top rope into a huge plancha. Jessica’s spine connects with Tina’s chest, knocking both ladies to the mats.
Meanwhile inside of the ring Blayze is standing up and pivoting between feet, preparing to go for a big dive. She turns to build momentum by rushing into the far cables only to charge right into the spinning heel kick unleashed by Foote.
Prii’s heels nail Amanda with enough force to knock her to the canvas. Foote then rises to her feet and rushes at the nearest turnbuckle, scaling to the top rope. She balances herself before taking to the air and delivering the elbow drop right into Amanda’s raised knees. Foote yelps in pain, rolls away from Amanda and finds herself leaning against the ropes. She just begins to stand up when Amanda comes rushing across the ring and gets caught against Foote’s shoulders, then launched over the ropes with a back drop. But Blayze grabs the top rope on the way over and transitions her body so that she lands on the apron instead. She then turns back towards the ring and prepares to fly over the cables only to have Valentine step under Blayze, putting her in an electric chair drop position. Tina backs across the mats and drags Blayze off the apron seated across Tina’s shoulders and trying to fight out of this predicament. Just then Foote rushes across the ring and dives through the ropes into a spear on Blayze’s ribs, knocking her down out of the electric chair drop position and into the mats.
The crowd lunges out of their seats, unleashing quite the ovation at the sight of this unbelievable tag team maneuver. The move leaves Blayze clutching at her mid-section before ultimately being dragged along to her feet, placed in a front chancery and on the cusp of being hit with a DDT across the mats by Foote. That’s when Lasiewicz suddenly comes running across the barricade and stepping off the edge, launching herself into a lariat that connects across Foote’s throat, breaking up the DDT attempt.
Greyson: These four ladies have built up so much animosity over recent weeks, and we see it in every punch, every kick and every sensational move we see in this match.
Jessica grabs Prii by the hair, pulls her along to her feet and then rolls her into the ring. Jessica goes to follow, climbing up to the apron when Tina steps in under her and catches Lasiewicz around the legs, dragging her down from the apron into a powerbomb across the mats. Tina keeps her spine wedged to the apron just long enough for Blayze to come charging in only to be caught with a back drop by her target. Tina pushes Blayze up into the air and causes her to do a headstand on the apron with Tina turning around to knock her down out of this predicament. However, Amanda twists her body and comes down legs first on top of Tina’s shoulders and ultimately connects with a head scissors that sends Tina flying shoulder first into the steel steps.
Meanwhile Foote is dragging Lasiewicz to her feet and throwing her into the ring. Prii then reaches down and grabs the Queen of the Ring Title belt that Tina dropped to the ringside area at the beginning of this match.
Greyson: Didn’t take long for the GOOD Movement to live up to that hypocritical status.
Sparkles: They’re always trying to pull some type of trick out of their sleeves.
Right now that trick happens to be the title that Prii slides into the ring clutching but never gets the chance to put to use. She barely even gets to her feet before receiving a step up enzugari to the side of the face delivered by Lasiewicz. The strike causes the belt to fall out of Prii’s clutches and for her body to go staggering along into the ropes, leaning against them for support. Amanda then comes sliding into the ring and stands at Lasiewicz’s side before both ladies take off towards Foote in the corner, who amazingly manages to get her feet up into the air, launching them into the faces of both of her opponents. Lasiewicz and Blayze are staggered back, putting enough distance between their bodies and Foote to allow her to climb the corner and flip back into a moonsault that knocks her standing opponents to the canvas. The crowd cries out at the sight of Prii taking everyone out with the moonsault and leaving everyone strewn across the canvas. Well, everyone with the exception of Valentine, who comes sliding into the ring and snatching up her title belt.
Once again Tina finds herself on the cusp of putting the Queen of the Ring Championship to use, stretching the belt between her palms and sizing up one of her potential victims. Lasiewicz and Blayze are attempting to stand, totally unaware that Tina is on the cusp of cracking them in their skulls with her title belt for a second time this evening.
Tina just begins to take a step towards her injured opponents when her plans are dashed by the interference of two more of Tina’s victims throughout the night. Selena Frost comes dashing down the ramp while Jessica Wilde moves through the isle between the barrier and the ramp. Both are descending upon the ring, and about to make mince-meat of Valentine.
Her spidey senses are tingling, going on red alert when she spots Selena sliding into the ring going right after her. Tina dives to the outside to avoid the wrath of the lady she personally wronged earlier in the evening by cracking upside the skull with the Queen of the Ring Title earlier this evening.
Tina vacates the squared circle and makes sure her title belt is coming with her. All the while her eyes are directing back to the ring where Selena is now standing, but Tina’s focus should be on the woman dashing across the mats in her direction. The fans unleash a harsh and bitter reaction at the sight of Jessica Wilde, who also pursues vengeance against the woman who left her lying in the ring earlier tonight.
Greyson: Now Wilde is after Tina as well.
Sparkles: Can’t Tina get no love?
Apparently not, hence why she’s bustling up the ramp in retreat from Wilde and from Frost. Tina is so eager to escape the beating she so justly deserves that she doesn’t even see the fate befallen Foote in the ring. Although Prii was holding her own against the number one contenders to the Queen of the Ring Title a few moments ago, the momentum has shifted. Prii has hold of Lasiewicz’s hair, trying to drag her to her feet only to have Lasiewciz catch Prii with a sit-out jawbreaker. Prii stands up and staggers back into the waiting legs of Blayze, who wraps her thighs around Foote’s waist and then snaps her over backwards into the Blayze of Glory.
The back of Foote’s head is driven forcefully into the ring…forcefully enough to hit her snooze button. She looks numb, just lying on the canvas unresponsive, not even as Lasiewicz comes flying off the top rope and nails Prii’s already traumatized body with a frog splash.
The crowd is absolutely stunned by this destruction of Foote, and the way this match was thrown out on account of the interference of Selena Frost and Jessica Wilde.
BACKSTAGE
We can’t hear the words being shared but we can definitely tell that Kelcey Wallace is regaling Taylor Chase with a pretty harrowing tale. Taylor’s expression becomes more and more emotional with every word she hears from Kelcey in the backstage corridor. The primary emotion Taylor is showing? ANGER. Her husband, Orlando Cruze, seconds that emotion. He stands behind his wife listening to Kelcey’s words and having the exact same reaction to them. It appears that Kelcey has finally sold the pair on the severity of the injuries inflicted on Taylor’s father, the Brod, before Taylor could arrive in time to do anything to prevent it. But she’s here now, and evident by her stomps down the corridor, she and Orlando are about to do something in retaliation for the Brod’s Crucifixion.
COMMERCIAL
BACKSTAGE
There is quite a bit of heat directed at Tina Valentine over her actions throughout the night, what with attacking so many potential candidates for her Queen of the Ring Championship. All of those assaults throughout the night have come back to plague her, resulting in the absolute beat-down that her GOOD Movement compatriot Prii Foote received in the middle of the ring. And speaking of GOOD Movement teammates…..
Kordy: Oh GOODIE, it’s Kordy’s tag team partner.
Valentine veers her eyes from behind her back to the space Kordy occupies in front of her. The Evolution Champion is joined by the Stranger, the two standing in front of the departing Tina, who is as thrilled at the sight of Kordy as she would be a fire cracker shoved up her own nostril.
Tina: Think again you two faced FUGMO. Tina ain’t teamin’ with your back stabbin’ ass tonight, it ain’t happening yo.
Kordy: Do Tina speaketh da English?
Tina: Oh here, let me translate it for you.
Valentine pulls back her fist.
Kordy: Whoa-whoa-whoa!
Kordy defensively throws her palms up into the air.
Kordy: Tag team partners shouldn’t treat each other like this.
Tina: But we’re NOT tag team partners, Kordy. The sooner you accept that the better it is for your health.
Kordy: Are you threatening Kordy?
Tina: Ya damn straight I am.
Kordy: But Kordy and Tina are partners in the title tournament tonight.
Tina: No, Tina and Prii were going to be partners in the tournament, and now that Prii can’t compete because of those skank ass hoes jumping her in the ring, I’m not gonna compete at all in no tournament.
Kordy: Awwww, well, I guess that means Kordy can go and find herself a NEW partner then.
Tina: I don’t give….wait, say what?
Kordy: If you’re not gonna be Kordy’s tag team partner then Kordy’s going to find someone who would LOVE to be Kordy’s partner.
Tina: Pfft, yeah right. Ain’t no member of the GOOD Movement gonna team with a tricky bitch like you. Not after the way you been playing all our asses the past few months…
Mika: Who said anything about Kordy teaming with the GOOD Movement?
Tina spins around so quickly it almost gives her neck whiplash. She finds herself staring at the dangerous but enticing Russian, Mika Kozlov.
Mika: Kordy teaming with Tina? Ewwwww.
Mika blows a raspberry.
Mika: Kordy teaming with Mika? YEEEAAAH!
Kordy: So no worries Tina. Mika and Kordy will be the NEW Tag Team Champions, and we owe it AAAALL to you.
Mika and Kordy walk away with arms interlocked and the Stranger following. To say Tina is shocked is putting it mildly. She just stands there with her eyes bulging out of their sockets and all the veins in her neck popping through the surface of her flesh.
Tina: Nuh-uh, Tina don’t play this shit.
IN RING
Before the crowd can even recover from the news that Mika Kozlov and Kordy will be teaming tonight, the fans are inundated by the opening beats of Taylor Chase’s entrance theme. The Number One Contender to the World Championship makes her way down the ramp followed by husband Orlando Cruze, and best friend Kelcey Wallace. The trio head for the ring with a fired up Taylor leading the way. Naturally Greyson and Sparkles put their spin on this arrival from the commentator’s table.
Greyson: Here they come, Taylor Chase in quite the state after Ba’al’s assault on her father earlier tonight.
Sparkles: I feel worse for Taylor then I do for the Brod, but then again that’s probably just because Taylor has boobs.
Greyson: Fair enough.
Once in the ring Taylor Chase’s request for a microphone is instantly met. The ring announcer supplies her with the device that will amplify her anger and make her statements all that more profound.
Taylor: We’re not waiting for the End of the Year Special. Ba’al…
Chase turns to the entry way, looking past the curtains, past the gorilla position and straight into the merciless black heart of Ba’al.
Taylor:…you, me, in this ring right now.
The crowd is lapping this up like milk put in front of a hungry cat.
Taylor: I’m not leaving until you come down that ramp and answer for what happened to my fathe…..
Kloe: Tay-Tay, now-now, let’s caaaaaallm down just a little, mkay?
If Taylor can’t get her hands on Ba’al, Kloe Masters will be a fitting surrogate. The Majority Owner makes her presence felt yet again, stepping through the curtains to the stage with the clipboard once again in her palm. She looks to truly be enjoying the anger flashing in Taylor’s eyes and the menacing aura exuding from the number one contender.
Kloe: How abouts ya think a bit more rationally my dear. Otherwise, you might make a brash decision that you, and everyone you care about, live to regret.
Taylor: You might want to work on your threats sweetheart, because everyone I care about, have already been hurt by Ba’al. He’s had my husband crucified, my father crucified, my best friend assaulted, and….
Kloe: And he’s only just getting warmed up, hahahaha.
Taylor: If he wants to get warm, no problem. Because now he’s playing with fire, and I’m going to fry his ass. Send him out here.
Taylor has to be physically restrained by her compassionate entourage. Every attempt is made by Kelcey to contain the explosive rage of her dearest friend.
Kloe: I’m sorry Tay-Tay, but “no.” Oh wait, you might be unfamiliar with that word, because I’m sure you hear it as little as you use it.
Taylor: SEND BA’AL OUT HERE!
Kloe: Nope. Ba’al’s not coming out here and if you even think of putting a hand on him tonight I will fire you on the spot.
Taylor: You better enjoy pulling your strings now, because after the End of the Year Special, you won’t be in any position to fuck with me or my family.
Kloe: Oh Tay, I haven’t even started ‘fucking with you’ yet. I’m just beginning. Because I came here with a very specific plan for you, and I’m going to see it executed.
The clipboard in her hand is elevated and emphasized.
Kloe: I have to give a little credit to your daddy, he’s actually a pretty smart cookie. He wasn’t foolish enough to sign this document in my hand without reading it first, whhhhiiich kinda threw a monkey wrench into my plans. Seeing as your dad is acting as your legal-council of sorts, I thought if I got him to sign off on this contract it would be legally binding.
Orlando: What are you even rambling about Kloe?
Kloe: Do not interrupt me again.
Orlando: I’ll do worse than that if you don’t get to your point.
Kloe: So impatient. How did I manage to stay married to you for so long with that attitude of yours?
Orlando: Klooooe.
Kloe: Fine-fine. This contract in my hand nullifies the stipulation that Taylor put on her World Title match against Ba’al at the End of the Year Special. You know, the one stating that if Taylor defeats our champion, that Orlando Cruze will regain his 50% ownership of the company….
The crowd confirms their knowledge of this stipulation, the very one announced at the conclusion of NewAge, hence why they are screeching past the point of their lung capacity.
Kloe: But the Brod didn’t sign off. That won’t stop me from getting a Chase’s signature on this contract though.
In spite of the anger overwhelming her, Taylor produces a half smirk and ultimately begins shaking her head.
Taylor: What universe are you living in? I would NEVER sign that contrac….
Kloe: Never say never, Tay. Because I have a way of motivating people to do what I tell them. Which brings me to my next announcement. Tonight, Taylor, if you don’t sign this contract nullifying your stipulation, Orlando Cruze and Kelcey Wallace will compete in the center of that ring in a Handicap Crucifixion Match against the ENTIRE Sinistry.
BACKSTAGE
Tina: Not happening bitch! Not happening!
A trashcan slams over the back of Kordy repeatedly, swung by an outraged Tina Valentine. Every time that the Evolution Champion tries to stand up she finds herself cracked over the back once again by the already warped trashcan in Tina’s clutches. So now all Kordy can do is lay on the floor backstage and continue to listen to Tina’s angered statements.
Tina: I ain’t about to let you and Mika go out there and win those Tag Team Titles. You don’t deserve happiness after everything you put the GOOD Movement through. Now lie there and suffer bitch.
Another shot from the trashcan collides with Kordy’s spine and renders her completely unconscious at this point.
Mika: Leave my bestie alone!
Mika Kozlov and the Stranger finally bring an end to this assault, rushing down the corridor and sending Tina fleeing in the opposite direction. Kozlov and the Stranger stoop down around Kordy, checking on her condition and realizing that she is in bad, bad shape.
COMMERCIAL
BACKSTAGE
Mika: Yoooooo-hoooo, earth to Kordy, are you in there?
Fingers snap in front of Kordy’s face, but she won’t so much as blink. She just keeps on staring into the distance, looking to be in a delirious daze. Kozlov nor the Stranger, who are both stooped at opposite sides of Kordy in the very corridor where she was just attacked, will not give up trying to bring Kordy back to reality. She just sits there on the floor with her injured back to the wall and her eyes staring off into the distance.
Mika: If you don’t snap out of it can I Weekend at Bernie’s you so we can still win the Tag Team Titles? Hahahahaha, you can be my Mika Muppet. Wouldn’t that be amazing?
The Stranger: I think something might be broken.
Mika: You mean Tina went and broke one of Kordy’s bones?
The Stranger: No, I think what Tina broke, was Kordy’s mind.
Alana: Well hopefully all the king’s men, all the king’s horses can piece her mind back together again.
X-Class Champion and leader of the GOOD Movement, Alana Starr, steps into view, trailed rather closely by her agent Ethan Von Aaron. The two approach Kordy, Mika and the Stranger rather cautiously given Ethan’s quarrel with Mika’s superior, Aiken Frost.
Alana: I feel absolutely horrible about all of this.
Alana crouches down beside Kordy, yet not even her lovely face can pull Kordy’s gaze away from the wall.
Alana: Are you going to be okay, Kordy?
The Stranger: She hasn’t spoken since your GOOD Movement lapdog assaulted her.
There is a note of suspicion in the Stranger’s tone.
Alana: I hope you’re not implying that either Ethan or I had anything to do with this.
The Stranger: Kordy and Mika WERE scheduled to be your opponents in the Tag Team Tournament…
Alana: I would NEVER have one of my own attacked. To imply as much is absolutely balderdash!
Ethan: That’s right BALDERDASH!
Alana: So don’t go spreading that bull hockey. Because it isn’t true. We here in the GOOD Movement still love Kordy, in spite of her going down a wayward path.
Mika: And what are you implying by that mishka?
Alana: Don’t take it the wrong way, I was just saying that she’s veering from the path the GOOD….
Ethan: What my client is saying is that we don’t appreciate Kordy hanging out with anyone who would stoop low enough to hop on Aiken Frost’s pogo stick.
Von Aaron not only cuts Alana off, but gently guides her around behind his back just in case his words enflame the passions of the Sinistry’s Mika.
Alana: Ethan that’s not what I was saying at al….
Ethan: Relax Alana, I’ve got this.
Alana: No, Aiken is actually a GOOD man, and a GOOD friend.
Ethan: I’ll pretend I didn’t just hear you stick up for a man who abuses his wife.
Alana: That bubble butt biscuit has got it coming.
Ethan: ALANA!
Alana: We’re not going to go into this right now. I’ve got a Tag Team Tournament match to win. If you want to stay back here disgracing the upstanding reputation of Lucien Frost, that’s YOUR business. I won’t be sucked into the middle of this any longer.
Ethan: Alana…ALANA!
Starr takes off with Ethan in pursuit, trying to reason with his client. Slowly the camera turns from the departing GOOD Movement to the dark eyes of Mika and the grin that is stretching across her face.
ALANA STARR & MARIE JONES VS. TINA VALENTINE & KORDY:
TAG TEAM TITLE TOURNAMENT
Silas: Ladies and gentlemen….
The second cameras cut to the ring the viewing audience at home wishes that the show had instead switched to commercial break. They fight the urge to hit the station changer on their remotes when Silas Mason pops up on the ramp with a microphone in his hand and his Stetson placed over his heart.
Silas: It is my esteemed honor to introduce you all to the next Tag Team Champion of the World, the crowned jewel of Silas World, my Baby Spice, your Marie Annabelle Jones!
The fans resist their overwhelming compulsion to gag when “Haunted” by Taylor Swift begins to play over the speakers and Marie Jones makes her way to the stage exuding all of the prototypical characteristics of confidence. She sashays to the stage where pyrotechnics are erupting at both of her sides. She then gives a respectful curtsy to Silas and the two head for the ring.
Greyson: Our Lethal Lottery Tag Team Tournament finally underway, Sparkles.
Sparkles: And it couldn’t come a moment sooner after having watched The Brod being crucified.
Greyson: It was a harrowing image to say the least, one we’ll be hard pressed to get over, and on top of that, we have the threat of ANOTHER Crucifixion hanging over our heads like a black cloud.
Sparkles: Another Crucifixion? Try crucifixon-S!
Greyson: True, if Taylor Chase doesn’t go back on the stipulation she announced for her World Title match against Ba’al, her husband Orlando, and her best friend, Kelcey, they’ll be forced to take on the ENTIRE Sinistry in a handicap Crucifixion Match.
Sparkles: But right now, let’s get to the tournament.
Greyson: Alrighty then. This will be the first of two semi-final tag matches where the teams were drawn totally at random. The winners will move on to challenge Team EPIC in a three way Tag Title match later tonight.
Sparkles: And boy, talk about some odd teams. These partnerships will have a harder time surviving each other then they will their opponents.
Greyson: We’ve already seen one of those teams self-destruct when Tina attacked Kordy backstage, and their scheduled to be partners against former stable allies Marie Jones and Alana Starr.
Marie is already in the ring and readying herself for competition while Silas offers her some last second advice. 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 as Porno Lad slowly takes it off 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. He takes the X-Class Title off of Alana’s waist in the process.
Greyson: Well X-Class Champion Alana Starr and her manager Ethan Von Aaron, AKA Porno Lad, look like their willing to let bygones be bygones this evening regarding teaming alongside Marie Jones.
Sparkles: Odd considering that Ethan has had his GOOD Movement enforcer Polly Norah trying to take Marie out for several weeks after she left the GOOD Movement for Silas World.
Speaking of Silas, and for the first time not while stringing together a long line of curse words, he presently steps towards Alana and Ethan with a microphone in hand.
Silas: Ethan, Alana, I think before we get this match underway that we all four have ourselves a conversation here.
Starr and Von Aaron are naïve enough to take the bait Silas dangles.
Silas: Now Silas is not a dullard, I know there are some sore feelings between you two and my Baby Spice over her departure from the GOOD Movement. But that don’t mean on this rare occasion Silas World and the GOOD Movement can’t form a one night alliance to ensure we all walk away from this situation happy. Why let petty grudges stand in the way of titles and glory? And who’s to say that once everything is said and done, and those Tag Title belts are around the waists of Baby Spice and Baby GOOD, that ya THEN get any sore feelings outta yer systems? So all I’m askin’ is that for the time being we all try to get along? Can we do that?
Alana and Ethan consider the offer…for too long in Silas’ mind.
Silas: You’d be wise to consider this if ya value yer careers, because I hold certain sway around these parts and I could make ya both miserable if ya decide to screw with Marie’s title ambitions. You two have seen what I did to my own client, Scott Cannon, he was my right hand man, and now he’s become nothin’ but my bitc….oh sorry….my BISCUIT!
Alana: Are you threatening us?
Marie: That’s right!
Jones takes the microphone right out of Silas’ hand and steps right up into the face of her tag team partner.
Marie: He IS threatening, but I’ll go one step further than that if you stand between me and those tag titles.
Marie’s finger embeds into Alana’s chest and pushes her back.
Marie: I’ve been forced to cater to you and stand in your shadow as part of the GOOD Movement for TOO damned long, and I won’t take a backseat to your agenda again. Not now that I stand beside an agent who is concerned with the progression of my career rather than getting his knob waxed by Rachel Frost.
Alana: Why don’t you take that tone out of your….
Tina: Ladies, ladies, ladies…
Alana’s fellow GOOD Movement associate comes sliding into the ring, The Duchess and Queen of the Ring Champion steps right up beside Jones and Starr.
Tina: Look I know you two don’t get along.
The Duchess points between Starr and Jones.
Tina: And I have issues with my tag team partner as well. You, Marie, turned your back on the Goddess of GOODness by joining Silas World, and my partner, Kordy, she’s on the edge of turning her back on the Goddess as well by siding with the Sinistry. So obviously, neither you nor I, Alana, can trust either of the partners that were selected as our opponents in this Tag Tournament.
Alana: Agreed.
Tina: So here’s what I suggest….
Alana: You know what Tina, I’m already right there with you. I know exactly what you’re suggesting.
Marie: What are you two rambling….
Suddenly Alana spins around and clotheslines Marie down to the canvas. No sooner does Marie’s back hit the canvas that her front is pounced upon, Tina mounting Jones’ chest and pummeling her face with punches.
Alana: The way Tina and I see it, Marie, is that if neither of our partners can compete tonight then the IWC will have no other alternative but to team the GOOD Movement together. So you can consider Tina Valentine and Alana Starr the NEXT Tag Team Champions.
Alana drops the microphone and begins to stomp away at Marie’s body.
Tina: We won’t tolerate any more back stabbing bitches.
BACKSTAGE
Cameras segue to the judgmental gaze of Selena Frost, who stands in the backstage area watching footage from the ring via the tablet in her hand. Clearly Frost is not pleased by the behavior of Tina Valentine, the very woman who assaulted her at the beginning of the night.
Selena: She truly does give royalty a bad name.
Wilde: Excuse me.
Selena preemptively rolls her eyes while turning towards Extraordinary Champion Jessica Wilde.
Selena: Well that explains the odor.
Wilde: WHAT?
Selena: How can I help you, Mrs. Wilde?
Wilde: You can help me by never getting in my way again?
Selena: Moi? How did I get in your way?
Wilde: I would have gotten revenge on Valentine if you hadn’t chased her off before I could get to the ring.
Selena: First come, first serve dear.
Wilde: Well the next time you prevent me from getting my revenge, I’ll make sure YOU’RE the one I take down instead.
Selena: Heh. Well then, for your sake, let’s hope we don’t cross paths again.
Selena maintains an upbeat disposition even in the face of Wilde and her threats. Wilde tries not to be effected by Selena’s comments but finds herself plagued nevertheless as she approaches the door leading to her dressing room. The Extraordinary Champion opens the door and steps inside her dark room. The second she looks up and tries to peer through the shadows, she spots something shining from the corner of the room, what looks to be the face of a wolf.
Wilde: Uh!
She jumps back and quickly flips on the light, the face instantly vanishing when the room becomes illuminated.
Wilde: Hmmm.
Now her eyes are drawn to something that materialized instead of vanished, a letter hanging from her locker.
Wilde: Not another one of these.
The envelope is pulled off the door to her locker, torn open and the message studied by an annoyed Wilde.
Wilde: Can’t run! Can’t hide!
Her aggravation continues to show as she balls up the letter after reading it out loud and tosses it to the floor.
Wilde: Is that even supposed to make sense?
BACKSTAGE
A set of black Kevlar gloves come into view, slipping over a set of fists. Just as intrigue begins to develop, the mystique surrounding the bearer of these gloves ends thanks to the profile view now provided of Scott Cannon. He has his gloves over his knuckles, cracking them as he moves towards the ring.
Greyson: Oooooh lord.
Sparkles: Is that Scott Cannon? He’s here?
Greyson: And he’s coming to the ring.
Sparkles: Silas Mason better hope he wore a bulletproof jacket to the building tonight.
LETHAL LOTTERY TOURNAMENT
Scott’s ‘agent’ Silas Mason stands at ringside bemoaning the fate befallen the new crown jewel of Silas World, Marie Jones.
Tina’s knuckles collide with Marie’s forehead repeatedly. While one agent stands back shaking his head, Silas, another agent stands back laughing, Ethan.
Greyson: Well this Lethal Lottery Tag Team Tournament underway in shocking fashion. Before the break Alana Starr assaulted her own partner and now, it looks like she and Tina Valentine are teaming up instead.
Sparkles: Well if Kordy nor Marie can compete then the IWC has no other choice but to allow Alana and Tina to team up, right?
Greyson: That logic is absolute horse shit.
Sparkles: Please try to watch your vulgarities around Alana’s GOOD ears.
Tina finally drags Marie up to her feet and holds her in position for Alana to take her around the neck and then flip over into the Five Starr. Alana is just about to deliver the move that effectively ended the career of Kathryn Pearson only to have Jones swing out of the predicament and slip behind her ‘partner’s’ back. She wedges hands to Alana’s spine, shoving her forward into a skull to skull collision with Tina.
Greyson: Jones is fighting back though against this convoluted plot that Alan and Tina had cooked up.
Alana staggers back into the waiting hands of Marie, who stoops Alana over and then throws her shoulder first into a spear against a staggered Tina’s ribs. Both ladies crash to the canvas with Tina grabbing at her mid-section then rolling away from Starr wearing an expression of pain. Valentine ends up in the center of the ring where she’s immediately hit with the lionsault by Jones. The brooding Referee Fitzpatrick stands in the background watching all of this with a melancholy expression on his face, which makes it hard to read his opinion of this last second change in the match format. He just lets it all go down even going as far as to call for the bell to start what has effectively become a handicap match against Marie.
In spite of the odds being against her, Jones seems to be doing pretty good for herself. This is evident as she pulls Tina up by the bangs and begins to swing punch after punch right across her face. She then goes as far as to throw a headbutt across Tina’s skull, inflicting a significant amount of damage. Jones then gets to her feet and turns towards the inbound Alana, catching her with a boot to the gut that doubles Alana over and puts her in position for the pedigree. Marie is just about to drop Alana on her pristine face only to have Starr stand up straight, allowing Marie to hang over her shoulders in an Alabama Slam position. Instead Alana just leaps into the air and comes down on her knees, driving the top of Marie’s head into the canvas with an over the shoulders piledriver.
Marie bounces off the canvas and rolls to her side clasping at her skull. At the same time Tina is stepping across the ring and taking Marie around the neck, forcing her up to her feet and placing her in a neck cravat. Tina then falls to a knee, lifting the other into the air and situating it directly beneath Marie’s downturned face. That’s when Alana comes rushing in and leaps into the air, delivering a modified Five Starr of sorts as she catches Marie with a flip over neck breaker that drives the back of Marie’s head straight into Tina’s raised knee.
Greyson: What a tag team move by Alana and Tina!
Sparkles: These two showing why it was such a huge mistake on the IWC’s part not to book them as a tag team right off the start.
Greyson: Well in the IWC’s defense, all of these teams were selected totally at random, but neither Tina nor Alana could stand for that, they insist on being partners, hence why they’re trying to take out each other’s partners in this tournament.
And they are doing a damn GOOD job of it considering the last move they just delivered that has Marie seated on the canvas holding her potentially snapped neck. Silas shouts instructions at ringside, begging Marie to get back into this match, a task that is made impossible when she has both of her legs caught and hooked by Tina and Alana. The pair now lifts Marie off of the canvas and subject her to the Washing Machine slam. Marie’s is flipped up and off of the canvas by the creases of her knees, loaded onto the shoulders of both of her opponents for only a moment before being slammed into the canvas spine first.
BACKSTAGE
We cut away from the action briefly to the backstage area where a monitor is positioned in front of two very interested observers. The Tag Team Champions Andre Jordan and Gavin Taylor, collectively known as Team EPIC, sit in steel folding chairs and find themselves glued to the action in the ring.
IN RING
Greyson: Andre Jordan and Gavin Taylor very interested in the outcome of this match.
Sparkles: Indeed, they defend their belts against the winner of this tournament bout in a three way at the end of the night.
Inside of the ring Starr extends her foot and places it in the interlocked hands of Tina, who lifts Starr’s leg into the air, flipping her over backwards into the moonsault. She crashes right down on top of Marie, then hooks her leg for the pin.
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Marie manages to get her shoulder up and off of the canvas, twisting away from Alana in the process but twisting right into the waiting arms of Valentine.
Valentine hooks both of Marie’s arms and forces her up to her feet while subjecting her face to repeated knee lifts.
Silas: Somebody get out here! Somebody, anybody in Silas World, get out here now!
Silas Mason has a microphone lifted up to his palms and is screeching towards the backstage area.
Silas: Baby Spice needs a partner. So Silas World, step up and do what’s right. Get one of yer asses to this ring right now and team up with Marie…
Scott: You rang?
The crowd has a very split reaction to the sight of Scott Cannon making his way down the ramp sliding a pair of Kevlar gloves over his hands. The sight of Cannon approaching the ring has Silas’ heart leaping up into his throat. He shakes his head at the sight of his ‘client’ and yet budding rival nearing the squared circle. But Silas realizes that Scott isn’t here to team with Marie nor help Silas World, he’s here for an entirely different reason, a reason that will result in Silas’ blood being washed out of Scott’s gloves by the end of the night.
Greyson: Oh lord, it’s Cannon…Scott Cannon.
Sparkles: I take it he’s the last man Silas wanted to see answer his call.
Greyson: Well you heard Silas before the match began, he’s made Cannon’s life a living hell ever since Scott started taking up for those being abused by Silas’ control.
Sparkles: And to think, just a few weeks ago Scott was Silas’ number one guy.
Now Scott is making Silas take a number two in his pants. He backs away from Cannon, who draws dangerously close to his ‘agent.’ The second Scott gets within range to add some color to his black gloves, his ‘agent’ takes off running. Silas rushes across the mats and leaps over the barricade, preventing himself from becoming nothing but a bloody splotch on Scott’s palms. Cannon leaps over the barrier and keeps hot on Silas’ heels.
All the while in the ring we see that Alana and Tina have been distracted by all this madness between Silas and his ‘client’ Scott. So distracted in fact that it’s allowed Marie to get to her feet behind them, utilizing the ropes to reach her feet. Tina is the first to spot her, rushing across the ring to get her hands on Marie only for her to drop to her back and low bridge the top rope, causing Tina to go flying right over top of them.
Alana then spins around and comes charging at Marie who drops into a baseball slide right through Alana’s legs while taking Alana by the wrist in the process. Jones then stands up at Alana’s side, keeping one of her arms pulled through her legs and then hooking the other one. She heaves Alana up into a pumpehandle and then twists her around in mid-air to deliver a sit-out powerbomb. Jones then leans with her shoulders into the creases of Alana’s legs, seemingly on the cusp of advancing in the Tag Tournament by pinning the woman who was originally slated to be her partner
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Alana says ‘no such luck’ by rolling her shoulder off of the canvas. So Marie is now forced to alter strategy, standing up and grabbing Starr by the hair, forcing her up to her feet and into position for a downward spiral. But now Tina leaps up to the top rope in front of Marie and flies off into a clothesline. Shockingly Marie ducks her head out of the way, causing Tina to miss the clothesline and land on her feet behind her opponent’s back. Marie reaches up, takes Tina around the neck then falls to the canvas, delivering a reverse neck breaker and DDT combination on both of her opponents.
Greyson: Jones shocking the GOOD Movement with that combo.
Sparkles: I think Alana and Tina thought they’d make quick work of Jones by ganging up on her, but they didn’t realize that Baby Spice is one tough customer.
Jones may be aching from hair tip to tailbone, but she manages to get to her feet and look to press her advantage. Initially she goes after Tina, but Tina is already rolling to the outside of the ring and dropping to the mats with her back propped against the corner of two conjoining barricades. So Marie instead goes after Alana, walking right into a double leg take down. Alana grabs the creases of Marie’s legs, ripping them out from under her, causing Marie to fall to her back and then catapulting her right into the corner. But instead of slamming against the turnbuckle Jones lands on the middle rope with the grace of a cat before leaping up to the cable and twisting to face Alana in the process. She turns to Alana but she cannot pounce on her because Starr is already cutting the distance between them in half. Alana rushes across the ring and grabs Marie by both the throat and the thigh, throwing her off the top rope with a gorilla press. However, Marie tucks her chin to her chest and drops into a forward roll upon hitting the canvas before ending up on her feet and then flipping over the turnbuckle diagonal to the one she was just thrown out of before ultimately crashing onto Tina outside of the ring with a senton plancha.
Greyson: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?!
The fans are asking themselves the exact same question, everyone lunging out of their seats and onto their feet expressing disbelief over Marie’s amazing high risk dive, actually seeing her CLEAR the entire turnbuckle in one leap.
Jones rises to her feet ignoring the outburst from the crowd then lunging onto the apron just in time to spot Alana charging in. Marie quickly steps onto the middle cable and then pushes off, leaping through the ropes, catching Alana around the neck and swinging around in order to spike Alana on top of her head with another DDT, this one of the tornado variety.
Alana has a different idea though, countering in mid-rotation by twisting her head out of the front chancery and then stretching Marie across her shoulders. She has Marie in a fireman’s carry for a split instant before pushing her over into a death valley driver that drops the back of her opponent’s head right across Alana’s raised knee.
Greyson: Another devastating move unleashed in this match.
Sparkles: This just goes to show how bad the GOOD Movement wants to add those Tag Team Titles to their waists tonight.
Alana no sooner delivers this vicious DVD variation before rolling the addled Marie to her feet, taking her around the neck then flipping over into the Five Starr. The move at last connects with enough devastating impact to perhaps render Marie unconscious and claim the GOOD Movement a spot in that three way Tag Title match later in the evening. Starr climbs into the cover….a cover that elicits a…
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And the hand is just coming down for the three in synchronization with Marie’s shoulder just coming up to prevent falling prey to the three.
Greyson: Unfathomable.
Sparkles: You mean to tell me Marie managed to kick out of that? What does she hope to gain from all this? Even if she wins she’ll have no partner to team with her in the three way for the Tag Team Titles.
Greyson: Marie is only thinking about gold, Sparkles, and nothing else.
The fans are again rallied in a wave of sheer shock at the sight of Marie kicking out even after taking one of the most potent moves in Alana’s arsenal. Starr just sits there now with a shocked expression on her face, huffing and puffing as she labors along to her feet. She finally pulls Marie along and kicks her to the gut, doubling her over before taking off into the ropes. Alana ricochets from the cables and then lunges into the air, delivering the Starr Crossed right to the back of Marie’s head. Wait…no, Marie swings around out of position to suffer the kick and then turns towards Alana’s back. Marie then takes Alana around the waist and goes for the German suplex only to have Alana run along into the ropes, dragging Jones behind her. The two reach the cables and Alana ducks down at the last second, causing Marie’s momentum to carry her into a shot to the face from Tina’s knee.
Tina leaped to the apron and lunged into the air to deliver a scintillating knee strike that has Marie staggering back to the center of the ring looking to be incredibly dazed. Starr now turns around to take advantage, rushing right at Marie and throwing a boot directly at her face but Marie amazingly reaches out and catches Starr’s foot before it can connect. She then pulls Starr in close and folds her leg up so that Starr’s knee is pointed outward. Marie lifts Alana into the air and throws her knee first right into Tina’s face. The shot knocks Valentine off of her feet and to the mats outside of the ring while Alana collapses to her elbows and knees. She just begins to struggle to her feet when Marie lunges in at her side and delivers the axe kick across the back of Alana’s head.
Sparkles: That was Alana’s move you thief!
Greyson: Marie knows Alana perhaps better than anyone else, being former stable-mates, I’m sure they’ve trained extensively together, so she’s probably learned how to deliver that Starr Crossed.
Sparkles: But that still doesn’t give Marie the right to use it.
Alana’s face bounces off of the canvas and she now rolls to her back, looking like she’s on dream street. Marie is about to put her in permanent nap mode, catching Alana around the neck, dragging her to her feet and then lifting her up via a front chancery and sitting her on the top rope of the nearest turnbuckle. Marie now begins to climb up after Alana and put the finishing touches on her by hooking both of Starr’s arms.
Greyson: OOOOH snap, Marie isn’t gonna do this is she?
Sparkles: It looks like Marie is setting up for the pedigree off the top rope.
Or at least that was the intention, an intention derailed when Tina steps in and puts her head under Marie’s seat, trying to place her in an electric chair drop position. Marie won’t fall victim to this, delivering jab after jab down right into Tina’s face and breaking up this attempt. Tina goes staggering back as a result, clutching at her face. At the same time Marie is turning away from Alana yet still standing on the middle rope, slightly stooped in front of Alana seated on the top of the turnbuckle. Marie kicks at the inbound Tina, knocking her back once again, but also taking Marie’s focus off of Alana.
Starr takes advantage of her opponent’s position and distraction, wrapping arms around Marie’s neck and then diving off the turnbuckle and flipping over Marie, dragging her all the way down to the canvas via the SUPER Five Starr!
Greyson: AAAAAH!
Sparkles: What in the H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS was that!?!
Greyson: A super…a super…a SUPER FIVE STARR!!
The flip over swinging neck-breaker drives the back of Marie’s head into the canvas with just enough force to render her entirely unconscious. Alana realizes this, dropping back from her seat spine first across Marie’s chest.
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There are boos, cheers, varying reactions of all types and volumes, everyone responding to the shocking fashion in which the GOOD Movement have just advanced in this Tag Team Tournament.
Greyson: What an absolutely stunning series of events here in the opening match of the Lethal Lottery Tag Team Tournament.
Sparkles: Was Marie Jones just pinned by her own partner? I’m so horribly confused.
Greyson: Well Alana was SLATED to be Marie’s partner in this match, but Alana and Tina refused to adhere to the Lethal Lottery format of this tournament and instead teamed up together to defeat Marie.
Sparkles: This is unheard of, as well as totally illogical.
After with this hard fought victory Alana and Tina rise to their feet and embrace in a GOOD old fashion celebratory hug.
Greyson: Well this means that the Queen of the Ring Champion and the X-Class Champion move a step closer to total domination. By the end of the night they might have the Tag Team Titles in their possession as well.
Sparkles: Can you imagine the type of power the GOOD Movement would wield with that many championships around their waists?
Ethan Von Aaron HAS to join in on this celebration, sliding into the ring and stepping between his GOOD clients. He takes Tina by one wrist and Alana by the other, raising both of their arms into the air in celebration of their victory.
BACKSTAGE
Mika Kozlov: What the GOOD Movement did to my new bestie, it was….it was….MEAN. Hehehehe.
Mika airs her grievances to the man who has joined she, The Stranger, and the still catatonic Kordy in the backstage corridor, that man being the bearer of inky eyes, Aiken Frost. He stands on one side of the seated Kordy while the concerned Mika and the Stranger hover over the other side. All the while he is tightening the knot in the velvet smoker’s jacket and puffing upon a cigar.
Mika: Something must be done. They can’t get away with treating Kordy like this. Let me go to the ring and gouge out Tina’s and Ethan’s eyes. Because I’m hungry for eyes….hahahaha….I have hungry eyes, I feel the magic between you and I..hahahahaha.
Aiken: Oh, I plan on taking action against Mr. Von Aaron and those who stand idle in the torment of your friend.
Mika: Do you want me to help? I promise I won’t hurt Alana.
Aiken: Yes, no harm is to befall Mrs. Starr under any circumstances, understood?
Mika: Hehehehehe, you and she, you had a good time did you?
Aiken: We shall not discuss that matter at present, instead our conversation shall only extend to the punishment inflicted upon Mrs. Starr’s agent, Mr. Von Aaron, who has been complicit in the torment of Mrs. Price.
Kordy doesn’t even veer her wide eyes from the wall when hearing her name uttered by Aiken.
Aiken: Krauzer, my child, bring forth the object of Mr. Von Aaron’s affections.
The monstrous Krauzer sporting a hockey mask, steps into view tugging upon the chain that leads to the dog collar wrapped about the throat of Aiken’s wife and Ethan’s mistress, Rachel Frost. The NHB Champion will not raise her eyes, which are focused upon the floor, nor uncross the arms from the title belt that is wrapped about her waist.
Aiken: My beloved….
Aiken puts his finger under Rachel’s chin and lifts it only for her eyes to cut to anywhere that isn’t her husband’s face.
Aiken: Last week on NewAge you made quite the fool of me in that ring when you and Mr. Von Aaron threatened to engage in coitus. Well if you have such carnal desires that are not satisfied, allow me, as your dotting husband to attend to those needs. Krauzer, take her to the ring, for my wife and I shall have quite the exhibition for the world to observe.
The deformed giant begins to pull Rachel towards the ring only to have Aiken take her by the hand and lift her knuckles to his lips.
Aiken: And do not fret my dear, for I am confident that Mr. Von Aaron will enjoy the spectacle.
Rachel: I can’t wait to see Aiken destroy you at the End of the Year Special.
Aiken: Is that anyone for a wife to speak to their husband? Go to the ring!
Rachel is whisked away and towards the ring and Aiken is on the verge of following before turning back to Mika, The Stranger and a disinterested Kordy.
Aiken: Mrs. Price shall be avenged.
Mika: YAAAAAH!
COMMERCIAL
BACKSTAGE
Silas: What happened in that there ring, it was robbery, McBride, highway robbery.
Marie: I was screwed, Karen.
Silas Mason and Marie Jones emphasize their point by banging the sides of their fists on the surface of Karen McBride’s desk. She looks unaffected by the impassioned cries of the agent and his client, in spite of all the damage they inflict on her desk. The subdued Principle Owner just slouches back in her chair, interlocked hands raised in front of her lips…lips that never open. She stews in silence, and barely affords either Silas or Marie much in the way of her focus.
Silas: My Baby Spice is owed another opportunity in this Tag Team Tournament tonight. Team GOOD in the HOOD double crossed her and fucked her over. It ain’t right, McBride, and you need to do something about it.
Marie: Alana was supposed to be my tag team partner, not my opponent. What gives the referee the discretion to allow Alana and Tina to team up instead? It’s not right!
Silas: Put yer foot down McBride and do somethin’ about this travesty right now. I demand it.
Karen: Oh? You demand it do you?
Silas and Marie stare piercingly at McBride, who finally removes the hands from in front of her mouth and wraps them around the IPhone situated on the surface of her desk.
Karen: I’m not here for the sole purpose of answering to your demands, Silas.
Silas: What? Yer just gonna ignore us like ya did yer buddy William? We all saw how that worked out, didn’t we?
Karen’s eyes rise and narrow on Silas’ smirk.
Karen: Is that a threat.
Silas: Don’t make it one, McBride.
Karen inches to the edge of her chair and Silas wedges his knuckles to her desk, leaning across it.
Silas: You owe me, don’t you forget that. Don’t be an ingrate like Scott Cannon, don’t forget who it was that put you in your throne.
Karen: Get out of my office.
Silas and Marie exchange a glance.
Marie: You’re going to regret this Karen.
Silas: Big mistake, McBride, big mistake. Yer lucky I have Cannon to worry about tonight, otherwise yer old buddy William would be the least of yer worries.
Marie: You ungrateful little…
Silas: ENOUGH. We’ll deal with her later.
At last Marie and Silas walk away, the two exiting the office and affording Karen the opportunity to lift her phone to her ear and make a call.
Karen: I want to see William Mason in my office, and I want to see him yesterday.
IN RING
The lights go out as the music box intro to Dead Silence by Charlie Clouser fills the arena sending a shiver down the spine of all of those in attendance tonight. The big screen lights up with various images, black and white video footage of Aiken appears, one of him laughing; the frame then freezes and a splatter of blood covers it before it switches to another where he throws a fireball into the face of an individual.
The process repeats again only this time showing various pieces of footage before returning to an image of Aiken standing on a pedestal looking down at a makeshift globe, the picture begins to zoom in onto Aiken’s eyes which are now jet black… The reflection of the globe continues to be shown, however this is when it then begins to burn ferociously… Just then smoke begins to bellow out from the entrance and ramp as a crimson red light takes over the stage and a silhouette of a figure walks out only to be flanked by two others…
That silhouette belongs to Aiken Frost, fashionably attired in a velvet smoker’s jacket, and the two that follow are Krauzer, his servant, and Rachel Frost, Aiken’s wife. She trails behind Aiken and Krauzer reluctantly, forced into compliance by the dog chain leading to the hand of her husband’s monstrous servant. Greyson and Sparkles speculate as to what Aiken Frost’s motivations might be, daring to delve into the mind of the very madman sliding into the ring puffing upon a cigar.
Greyson: What in the hell is Aiken Frost wearing?
Sparkles: Looks like a jacket lifted right out of Hugh Heffner’s closet. Aiken is PIMPIN tonight.
Greyson: Might as well as be a pimp, the man has his own personal haram for Christ sakes.
Sparkles: And yet he’s STILL a happily married man.
Greyson: HAPPILY MARRIED!?! He’s forcing his wife into the ring by a DAMNED DOG COLLAR!
Sparkles: Maybe Rachel gets off on it, you ever think about that?
Greyson: Your…your…HOPELESS!
The slack on the chain attacked to Rachel’s neck is tightened, Krauzer wrapping the links around his fist and making sure the NHB Champion is dragged to the thin space between Aiken and his ‘child.’ All the while Aiken is requesting the use of a chair one that Head SIN referee Stuart Wright brings into the ring before setting up behind his master. Aiken squats down onto it and crosses his legs, looking quite gentlemanly in spite of being anything but.
Aiken: I trust that somewhere someplace, perhaps in the midst of a celebration with his GOOD Movement allies, I have the attention of one Ethan Von Aaron. I am sure that anytime my wife appears upon the screen, Mr. Von Aaron’s eyes are instantly drawn to it. She does captivate him so. He has quite the soft spot for my Rachel, who’s charms are hard for any man to ignore. There are many would be suitors who would like to engage my love in acts of carnal lust, but I have managed to dissuade many a man from pursuing these cravings. That is until I made your acquaintance Mr. Von Aaron. You, unlike so many other men in Rachel’s life, stubbornly cling to this idea that you and she can still have some form of a sexual relationship. You made that much abundantly clear on NewAge when you showed the world your plans for the ‘victory celebration.’ Mr. Von Aaron, you stated that if you were capable of defeating me in this barbaric Dog Collar match you have challenged me to at the End of the Year Special, that you would engage my wife in sexual intercourse right in the center of this ring in recognition of your win.
The thought seems to amuse Aiken, who uncrosses his legs and leans forward in his chair, making sure his jet black eyes are just a smidgeon closer to the camera.
Aiken: And it appears that my wife is quite eager to participate. Did she not lie on this canvas at NewAge and encourage you to crawl on top of her? I saw such lust in her eyes that night, the type of lust I have not seen in quite some time. Clearly my dear wife has a need that must be filled, and as her husband, I am in a position to see it attended to.
Aiken rises from his chair, undoing the knot in his smoker’s jacket.
Greyson: Ohhhh God…Jesus God no….PLEASE no.
Sparkles: What’s wrong?
Greyson: I know where this is headed.
Sparkles: Is he? Is-is-is Aiken about to…?
Greyson: Yes, Sparkles, yes.
The smoker’s jacket slides off of Aiken’s body and is tossed onto the chair, revealing his bare chest and stomach.
Aiken: Rachel…
The NHB Champion looks highly confused as Aiken draws closer to her and then brushes the side of his knuckles across her temple.
Aiken: LIE DOWN.
Rachel: What?
Aiken: Lie down in this ring at once!
Rachel looks between her husband’s bare chest and then down at the ring behind her, at last realizing what this is all about.
Rachel: Noooo…Your kidding me.
Aiken: Did I not make myself clear? I told you to drop to the ring. The time has come to show your dear Mr. Von Aaron that I and only I am capable of satisfying your urges.
Sparkles: Chica-bow-wow-wow.
Greyson: Do not condone this, Sparkles. Aiken is about to FORCE his wife to have sex with him in the middle of the ring.
Sparkles: This is like high class porn. Can I be the fluffer?
The crowd seems to be just as opposed to this notion as Rachel. She continues to show defiance to the orders of Aiken.
Aiken: I am your husband. You took a solemn vow to love, honor and OBEY me. I am ORDERING you to drop to the ring, disrobe and prepare yourself to be satisfied.
After much coercion Rachel begins to lower herself to the canvas, falling to her knees and starting to unbutton her blouse. She just begins to remove her shirt as Aiken unzips his britches.
That’s it…that’s as far as Rachel will allow this to go. She reaches out, grabs the microphone from Aiken and then rises back to her feet.
Rachel: I’m not doing it Lucien…Not here…no-no…not anywhere! After everything you put me through, and put Ethan through, there’s no way I’ll fuck you in this ring.
Aiken: You shall fornicate me wherever I deem appropriate. Remove your clothes at once.
Rachel: NO! I’m not another of your whores.
Aiken: You certainly have been behaving like one.
To the shock of everyone in the building Rachel pulls back her fist and comes dangerously close to swinging it straight into her husband’s lips. But the knuckles stop a fraction of an inch away from Aiken’s smiling mouth.
Aiken: Hahahaha, amusing my love, very amusing. You know you will not put a finger upon me. Now do as I have instructed or I will be forced to take action against your dearest friend, Jed Wayne.
Rachel’s fist opens and her fingers begin to shiver.
Rachel: What……what about Jed?
Aiken’s smile grows.
Aiken: Oh, you were not aware? The breathtaking Alana Starr and her father bestowed quite the gift to me on NewAge while you were in the ring dancing half naked with Mr. Von Aaron. Mrs. Starr all but placed a decorative bow upon Mr. Wayne’s head when she handed him to me.
Rachel: You…you have Jed? What have you done with him? What have you done with him!?!
The sides of Rachel’s fists are driven into Aiken’s chest to little effect.
Aiken: Nothing my love….at the moment. Mr. Wayne is presently fine. Enjoying the lap of luxury at my estate. And he will continue to be of sound body if you follow my instruction. Now disrobe.
The NHB Champion’s whole body is shaking as she undoes the last buttons of her blouse and removes it to reveal the black bra beneath. She tosses the shirt to the floor and now begins to unbutton her blue jean shorts, sliding them down her legs and kicking them off of her feet. It isn’t until she goes to remove the NHB Title from around her waist that Aiken intervenes.
Aiken: No, you may continue to wear that.
Rachel sighs and the crowd groans.
Aiken: Your undergarments however, are a different story. REMOVE THEM!
Rachel once again shows reluctance, shaking her head.
Aiken: Perhaps Mr. Wayne is not as precious to you as I had perceived. Maybe my threats are directed at the wrong man. Maybe Ethan Von Aaron should be the one that I….
Rachel: No, please.
To ensure the safety of Von Aaron, Rachel falls to her knees in front of Aiken and reaches up, beginning to unhook her bra to cat-calls from the male fans and squeals from the ladies in attendance. A humiliated Rachel begins to slip the straps of her bra down her arms as Aiken’s eyes grow darker and darker.
Ethan: Why you horny little goat.
There is a surprising amount of fervor shown for Ethan Von Aaron as he steps through the curtains and puts the kibosh on Aiken’s plans. He marches down the ramp with a microphone in one hand and a dog collar and chain wrapped around the other.
Ethan: As hot as I find Rachel stripping in this ring, I’m not copasetic with watching you, Aiken, bang the daylights out of my fudge-buddy.
Ethan makes his way up the steps and onto the apron, but goes no further when spotting the monstrous Krauzer stepping up behind Rachel and warming her shoulders with his engulfing palms.
Aiken: I am not surprised to see you, Mr. Von Aaron, I was actually expecting your arrival.
Aiken steps around behind his wife, shooing Krauzer away while stooping down and wrapping an arm both threateningly and lovingly around Rachel’s neck.
Ethan: Ummm, don’t tell me you had plans for the three of us to get down and dirty in a menage-a-trois? Sorry Aiken, but two girls on one guy, maybe, but two guys on one girl, too much sausage getting in the way.
Aiken: Hahaha, always with the clever and juvenile lines, Mr. Von Aaron, I do find your sophomoric humor quite amusing at times. And I am sure that is part of the reason that my wife has been so taken by you. Your jokes do humor her.
Aiken sways back and forth with his arm still wrapped around Rachel’s chest and hand cupping her shoulder.
Aiken: You are nothing but a jester to her, and when you stop amusing her, she will cut you down. I, however, will not stand patient and wait until she stops finding you amusing.
Before Ethan can question what Aiken means by this chilling statement he finds Krauzer rushing across the ring and snatching hold of the bangs to Ethan’s hair, yanking forcefully on it. Von Aaron is sent flipping over the cables and into the ring where Rachel is now pleading with her husband.
Rachel: But you-you PROMISED you wouldn’t hurt him if I cooperated.
Aiken: And you promised to be loyal to me. It appears Mr. Von Aaron has made liars of the both of us.
Ethan is grabbed by the ears by Aiken’s monstrous servant, Krauzer about to punish Von Aaron in the same manner he did the GOOD Movement’s hair and make up department two weeks ago on Riot. He pulls Ethan along to his feet only to have Von Aaron surprise the creature by delivering a sit-out jaw breaker that has the behemoth staggering back. Ethan then rolls backwards onto his feet and rushes across the canvas into a diving forearm smash to Krauzer’s jaw.
The shot has the giant reeling but still on his feet, prompting Ethan to nail him to the jaw AGAIN with another diving forearm smash, one that meets with the same result. Krauzer stumbles around on his feet trying to maintain his balance, a task made all the more difficult when Ethan grabs the chain that he brought the ring and dropped on the canvas when he was flipped over the ropes. He picks up the chain only to find that the other end has already been grabbed, wrapped around the knuckles of Aiken. Frost drags on the chain and pulls Ethan right into a damning roaring elbow right across the agent’s forehead. Ethan is knocked out cold and Rachel watches in dread as her husband and her lover come to blows.
And the blows don’t end at the roaring elbow delivered by Aiken. He now steps to Von Aaron’s side with the chain hanging from his hands and his words directing the actions of the monstrous Krauzer. The beast drops down in front of Ethan and pins his arms to the canvas, keeping Von Aaron strewn across his stomach and incapable of fighting off the whips he receives from the chain. Aiken swings the chain repeatedly over Ethan’s back, rending flesh and leaving red splotches with each impact.
Another devastating blow is about to be delivered by the chain, Aiken raising it over his head but find himself incapable of bringing it back down over his shoulder. The reason? The chain has become ensnared on something and that something happens to be the hand of his wife. Aiken spins around and glares at the chain that Rachel has wrapped around her forearm and wrist, keeping it from being employed against Ethan once again.
Aiken: Have you lost your senses?
Rachel: Enough Lucien, enough.
Aiken: And what is that supposed to…
Aiken’s words are abruptly cut short when his testicles become squashed under Ethan’s forearm. A kneeling Ethan uppercuts Aiken’s testicles from behind, doubling him over and causing him to grimace in pain. Ethan then grabs Aiken’s arms, pinning them behind his back and leaving him defenseless. All the while Ethan is glaring at Rachel, shouting at her to swing the chain that is wrapped around her knuckles, and swing it right into her husband’s face.
Ethan: This is it Rachel. This is what we’ve been waiting for. Knock him out. Choppy choppy his pee-pee.
The grip on the chain tightens, Rachel staring between the weapon that Aiken has employed to drag her around for weeks, and then into her husband’s face. She is so overwhelmed with a compulsion to knock Aiken out, actually swinging her fist around to do it only to stop a few inches away from Aiken’s smiling lips. She begins to quiver as she realizes she can’t do it, she just can’t knock Aiken out, in spite of everything he’s done to deserve it.
Ethan: Come on Rachel.
Aiken: Yes, come on Rachel…hahahaha.
Rachel turns her back to Aiken and Ethan, throwing the chain down and slipping through the ropes to the apron. She then drops to the outside mats and begins up the ramp with Ethan releasing Aiken and going after her. Rachel is already stepping through the curtains before Ethan even reaches the base of the ramp. He continues to hurry along after Rachel, abandoning the beat-down he would LOVE to give Aiken in the ring. However, Aiken has been spared any further brutality, now sitting up on the canvas clutching at his testicles while Krauzer staggers to his master’s side. The big man finally recovers from the multiple forearm smashes in order to aid Aiken back to his feet where the two lean heavily on one another and stare at the departing Von Aaron.
Ethan pauses on the stage, looking up at the Carel-tron, which amplifies the image of Aiken’s laughing face.
BACKSTAGE
There is quite the embittered reaction at the sight of William Mason, the Pure Champion extracting several articles of clothing from his gym bag and hanging them in his locker. The man given the unenviable task of protecting Mason, JaMarcus Avery, sits slouched on a bench in the background. JaMarcus doesn’t even raise his head, keeping his eyes focused on the floor although backstage interviewer Mark Comeau is entering the locker-room. He steps dangerously close to Mason, who all but ignores the microphone extended to his lips.
Mark: Slick Willie Mason, can I get a moment of your time?
William cuts lose with a predictable response.
William: I can just GUESS what this is about.
Mark: Well, inquiring minds have to know. Why did you abandon your Prestige teammate, Karen McBride, during that Hardcore Tag Team Match on NewAge?
William: There you go, Mark, doing what the media does best, misrepresenting the truth just to spike your ratings.
Mason finally removes his focus from the clothes he was hanging to address Comeau with a piercing stare.
William: I didn’t abandon Prestige on NewAge….Karen McBride abandoned Prestige months ago.
Mark: What do you mean?
William: I mean she turned her back on me in my hour of need dozens of times over the past few months, all I did was return the favor.
Mark: But.
Security: Excuse me, Mr. Mason.
The two security dopes who have been repeatedly victimized in recent weeks tentatively step into view and surround Mason. This time Avery does rise to his feet to from a protective bubble around his employer.
William: Can I help you two?
Security: Karen McBride has requested your presence in her office.
William: Requested? I’m guessing it’s more like she ORDERED me to go to her office.
Security: Erm….
William: Well then, allow me to make a counter offer. I’M going to the ring to defend my Pure Championship, and if Karen wants to meet me, then SHE can go to the ring too, and THEN we can talk business.
Security attempts to answer, but William isn’t waiting for his idea to be nixed.
William: You gentlemen can feel free to escort me if you feel so inclined.
Both members of security sigh and drop their shoulders to their hips in defeat.
William: Let’s hit the ring then gentlemen.
Melanie: JaMarcus, William, my BOYS, can we talk?
Karen McBride’s youngest sister, Melanie steps into the room and blocks the exit of the Pure Champion and his bodyguard. William does not look very happy to see Melanie, veering his eyes to any place that isn’t her disapproving expression.
William: Now is not….
Melanie: Nuh-uh, don’t you dare. You owe me an explanation for why you cut out on my sister last week. She trusted you William, I-I-I trusted y….
JaMarcus: William will explain everything to you….
William: JAMARCUS!
The bodyguard may have been scorned for overstepping his bounds but it doesn’t stop him from two stepping past the tight parameters Mason keeps him under.
JaMarcus: She’s right Boss, she’s innocent in this whole thing, this problem is between you and Karen, and you need to explain that to her.
William: I don’t need to do anything but go to that ring, defend my title, and then put an end to this situation between Karen and I.
William moves through the door followed by security, but his most trusted protector remains behind, Avery continuing to smooth things over with Melanie.
JaMarcus: You just wait right here girl, and I’m sure William will be back soon to explain everything to you.
Melanie: He had better, because I’m really starting to lose faith in him.
JaMarcus: Just wait here, please.
At last Avery steps through the door and leaves Melanie in the dressing room, where she begins to pace in anticipation of Mason’s return.
COMMERCIAL
BACKSTAGE
A now fully gowned Rachel Frost paces the backstage corridor perhaps reflecting on everything that just went down in the ring, the way her husband attempted to subjugate and humiliate her. These events seem to be weighing particularly heavy on her mind, even as her savior, Ethan Von Aaron steps into view, eagerly dashing down the corridor in her direction.
Ethan: Rachel-Rachel-Rachel….come on!
Ethan grabs Rachel by the hand and gives it a tug.
Rachel: What are you doing?
Ethan: Getting you out of here. This is our chanc…..
Rachel: This is our chance? Is that what you were about to say? Our chance for what exactly? To save me from my husband by fleeing the building?
Ethan: That’s the plan.
Rachel: Don’t be delusional sugar, ya know we wouldn’t make it one step past that exit before Lucien would find a way to drag us both back to the ring and put my throat on the end of that chain.
She tugs on the seemingly unbreakable dog collar around her throat
Rachel: There’s only one way I’m ever gonna get away from Lucien. Yer gonna have to beat him so badly at the End of the Year Special, he never dares look in my direction again.
Ethan: Oh, I was already planning to do that, don’t worry. When his neck is attached to mine by that chain, and our Dog Collar match begins, I have so many wonderfully twisted plans for your husband.
Voice: You know there’s another way for you to break away from your husband.
Rachel is a bit surprised by the person who so boldly approaches her without concern for his physical well-being. Chris Davids, number one contender for Rachel’s NHB Title, proceeds towards her undaunted by the fact that he was left in a puddle of blood by this very woman two weeks ago on Riot
Rachel: Booooy, ya got yerself some set of brass ones to come walkin’ up to me right now. Ya forgot what I did to ya in that parking lot?
Chris: Does it look like I’ve forgotten?
Davids tilts his head and points at the small scar on the back of his neck resulting from the chair shot Rachel crushed his head with two weeks ago.
Chris: No, Rachel, I haven’t forgotten what you did to me, and I haven’t forgotten who was truly responsible for orchestrating that whole attack. Aiken’s brother, Ba’al..who I’m sure forced you to attack me at Aiken’s behest.
Rachel: Honey, really now, it doesn’t take much provocation to get me to attack someone who speared me through a table.
Chris: Yeah, I speared you, I put you through that table back at Reawakening Day. But that was before I knew you. Before I knew you were being treated like nothing but Aiken’s dog. That was before I began to PITY you.
Ethan: She’s not asking for your pity.
Chris: Maybe pity is a poor choice of wording….how about SYMPATHY then. Yes, believe it or not Rachel, even after everything you’ve done, there are still some who can sympathize with you. I realized after everything I saw at Reawakening Day, that YOU were just as much of a victim of the Sinistry as I’ve been. That’s why I agreed to help Jed Wayne try to save you….
Rachel: (Worried whispering tone) Jed….
Chris: Now he seems to be the one who needs to be saved, and the way I see it, there’s only one way that’s going to happen, and it isn’t by Ethan beating Aiken in a Dog Collar Match. YOU have to stand up to your husband. YOU have to be the one who stops him. Then and only then, can you, Jed, and the entire IWC be saved from him. If you stand up to Aiken and knock him out, it will be a killing blow to the Sinistry that they would never recover from.
Rachel: Why am I even listening to you right now?
Chris: Because you know what I’m saying is the truth. You BOTH know this is the way it has to be done. And it just so happens I have a plan in mind that would set about the erosion of the Sinistry and the salvation of all of their victims. I got an idea for the perfect way to maximize you standing up to your husband and entire Sinistry.
Rachel: Go on.
At last the NHB Champion is listening.
Chris: Not now Rachel. Meet me here….
A piece of paper is slipped into Rachel’s palm and her hand closed around it.
Chris: We’ll discuss this in…..(turns to Ethan)…PRIVATE.
Ethan’s mouth drops open and his eyes flare with indignation. He doesn’t take kindly to the insinuation that he cannot be trusted, but doesn’t have the chance to verbalize his anger given the fact that Chris is already walking away.
Ethan: Can you believe that? What does his note say?
Rachel looks at the document but won’t allow Ethan to do so.
Rachel: I have to go sugar.
Ethan: Without me?
Rachel: Yes.
Ethan: But….
Rachel: Relax darlin’, I’ll be fine.
IN RING
“The Night” by Disturbed is cutting through the speakers and security is cutting through the curtains. They part the veil to allow William Mason to step between. The ‘Pure’ Champion stands beneath the bright lights and listens to the hateful comments of the crowd with a look of relief stretched across his face. JaMarcus Avery doesn’t look nearly as ‘relieved’ as his employer, the massive brute lowering his head and shaking it even as he follows William towards the ring. Greyson and Sparkles do not sound relieved either, Lovejoy sounds repulsed.
Greyson: Why does William look like he just took the most satisfying piss of his entire life?
Sparkles: Because my home-boy finally passed that walking kidney stone known as Karen McBride out of his system.
Greyson: The man has no reason to appear so smug. Does he not hear the crowd lashing out at him for the way he ditched Karen McBride? He was supposed to stand beside Karen in the war against the Sinistry, and instead he left her twisting in the wind and receiving a beat-down from the Sinistry’s Mika Kozlov and Evolution Champion Kordy.
William enters the ring, overlooking the drawn and agitated expressions of the fans and sneering in reaction to their dissatisfaction.
William: It’s always nice to have such a captive audience, to have the world eating out of the palm of my hand and hanging on my every word.
The crowd really regrets the fact that the ring announcer allowed Mason anywhere near a microphone.
William: In spite of the disrespect you show me, I will give everyone in this arena an explanation for why I severed ties with my business associate Karen McBride and tossed her to the wolves. But first and perhaps more importantly I’ll raise the PRESTIGE of my coveted Pure Championship.
The title slides from his shoulder and into his palm before being elevated into the air.
William: Before Karen McBride comes out here bitching and moaning and trying to paint herself a victim, I’m going to do put on performance that leaves no doubt that I am the savior of professional wrestling as we know it.
The crowd is split in their response to this declaration.
William: I’m going to put this championship on the line to demonstrate that I am a fighting and respectable title holder. One that should be revered rather than reviled. It’s time the world realizes that I’m truly a good and honorable man, who was simply pushed to his breaking point by the misguided and malicious actions of my business partner. So let’s send out my challenger and I can give you, my supporters, justification for your undying loyalty to me.
Eyes veer to the entry way in anticipation of seeing who has been selected as the challenger for the Pure Championship this evening. Questions abound and hype builds before the suspense pays off with the arrival of “The Iceman” Eric Sailes. He strolls through the curtains and embarks towards the ring to a reaction that is tepid if anything. No one in the audience can figure what to make of Sailes being selected as Mason’s challenger. Lovejoy serves as the embodiment of this confusion.
Greyson: Ummm, hold on…What in the hell has Eric Sailes done to earn a Pure Title match?
Sparkles: First of all, I’m sure Eric has a very impressive win/loss record, and secondly, I have absolutely no idea who Eric is.
Greyson: You’re not the only one, I think he has two matches under his belt in the span of about four months with the company.
Sailes slides into the ring and looks to make good on this wonderful title opportunity. He immediately steps towards Mason, who backs away from the challenger with a palm raised and a mic lifted as well.
William: Whoa there sport.
Eric ceases his forward momentum primarily in response to the intimidating gaze of Avery, not the demands of Mason as bespoke over the microphone.
William: I know you want a crack at my Pure Title, everyone is just itching for an opportunity to challenge me for my gold, but I don’t think you’ve done enough as of yet to earn this shot.
Sailes throws his arms up into the air while sighing.
William: I think that you should have a Qualifying Match first, just to prove you’ve rightfully earned an opportunity like the one I’m giving you. So you’ll face my bodyguard, JaMarcus Avery, one on one next, and should you be capable of defeating him, THEN I’ll grant you a shot at my Pure Title.
JAMARCUS AVERY VS. ERIC SAILES
The second Mason makes the announcement regarding this impromptu match, JaMarcus takes off across the ring and plows right into Eric with a monstrous shoulder block.
Greyson: What a surprise….
Sparkles: What are you whining about now?
Greyson: William Mason claims he’s going to defend the Pure Title, and then pulls out at the last second.
Sparkles: Well pulling out at the last second is the surest way to prevent pregnancy, so can you blame….
Greyson: That’s not what I meant by pulling out.
Referee Michelle Blacker is on hand to commence this match, having the bell chimed just as Eric flips back from the broad shoulder of Avery. The big man grabs Eric by the hair, leads him up to his feet and then throws him directly into the turnbuckle. He follows this up by rushing across the ring and ramming his knee directly into Eric’s ribs, doubling him over. This whole onslaught is viewed by Mason, who proudly watches his employee decimate the would be challenger for the Pure Title.
Avery pulls Eric out of the corner, catches him and delivers a lung bursting spinning powerslam. Eric sits up grimacing in pain while Avery stands behind his back unleashing forearm strikes across both sides of Eric’s skull. The stiff strikes have Sailes fighting desperately just to stay conscious. This fight is hindered when Avery bounces off the ropes in front of Sailes to build momentum behind a big running boot. His huge foot crashes directly into Sailes’ face, knocking him flat across his back.
Avery doesn’t allow him to stay in that position for very long, dragging Sailes along to his feet by his bangs and then hoisting him into the Court Marshaled. The move connects with devastating repercussions, incapacitating Sailes to the point where he can be pinned with the utmost ease.
Avery rolls Sailes to his back and presses down on his chest with both palms, holding Sailes’ shoulders to the canvas.
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A rather mixed reaction emanates from the antagonized crowd, who now watch as Avery rises to a knee and lifts a fist in victory.
Greyson: JaMarcus Avery too powerful and just too much for Eric Sailes to overcome.
Sparkles: Sure William would have made quicker work of Eric than his employee did. If you think about it, Sailes got off easy.
Greyson: I don’t want to think about this any longer than I have to.
Avery makes his way across the ring and opens the ropes for William to slip through them. The Pure Title that Sailes was intent on challenging for, now hangs from Mason’s palm as he steps over the mangled body of the potential challenger
William: Looks like your title aspirations will not be realized this evening. Better luck next time.
Mason turns from the dismantled to the dismantler.
William: JaMarcus, kindly show Mr. Sailes out of the ring.
Although Avery has already done his fair share of work this evening, he fulfills one last job function, grabbing the back of Eric’s head, leading him up to his feet and then pitching him through the ropes to the outside of the ring. In spite of witnessing Sailes crashing to whole new lows, the excitement in the arena rises. The fans are overcome with a burst of adrenaline once “American Dreamgirl” plays over the speakers and Karen McBride makes her way to the stage, tightly clasping a microphone.
Greyson: This is it, the moment we’ve been anticipating Sparkles.
Sparkles: Karen about to have that narrow ass of hers handed to her by Mason.
Oddly enough the arrival of McBride fails to take the smug grin off of Mason’s face. In fact, William grins even wider when seeing his former business associate stepping to the stage and giving him a fierce stare.
Karen: A lot of people are expecting me to come out here and ask that obligatory ‘why?’
Mason cranes his neck into a posture of intrigue.
Karen: Typically after being stabbed in the back, people come out here and whine and cry and BEG for answers. But I’m not the typical type, William…
With each word Karen speaks, she takes another step closer to the ring.
Karen: And the only person who is about to beg, is you.
The fans feel goose-bumps forming on their flesh in reaction to McBride rushing down the ramp, sliding into the ring and showing no qualms about diving shoulder first into William’s ribcage. Mason collapses to his back with Karen coming down on top, throwing wild punches into the cheeks, temples, ribs and hips of her former ally.
Greyson: No time to air any dirty laundry, these two are going straight at it Sparkles.
Sparkles: This is no way to conduct business, McBride.
Greyson: I can’t say that I blame Karen for this, she was ditched, she was abandoned, she was betrayed by Mason.
Sparkles: Didn’t you hear Mason backstage before he came out here? McBride was the one who turned her back on him a long time ago.
Mason tries to cover up with this hailstorm of punches nailing him from every potential angle. Although Avery is conflicted by it he does his job, protecting Mason. The big man swoops in, grabs Karen around her waist and drags her away from William, allowing the Pure Champion to escape the ring. William rolls to the outside with his belt tightly nestled against his chest. He retreats so quickly from the ring that he doesn’t even turn back to acknowledge the fact that McBride is delivering a huge slap right across Avery’s cheek. Avery staggers back and grabs at his lip, but still does not lose his cool. He just points at McBride and offers a verbal warning before exiting the ring.
Karen: Keep running William.
McBride doesn’t allow William to get very far before lashing out at him via the very microphone he dropped beside the wounded frame of Sailes. Once hearing this statement, William spins around on the stage, staring back into the ring now occupied by his former friend.
Karen: Run all you want, because cardio is great exercise, and I want you to be in tip top physical shape for our match.
Mason doesn’t even have time to finish mumbling the words ‘our match,’ before Karen finishes her comments.
Karen: I want you at the top of your game when we face off for your Pure Championship.
William: WHAT!?!
Karen: You think you’re escaping this building without defending the Pure Title, think again.
William: What’s wrong with you, Karen?
Someone was foolish enough to hand Mason a microphone which he employs to shout at Karen from the safety of the ramp.
William: Huh? Haven’t you victimized me enough already?
Karen: What are you even bitching about? Are you upset simply because I refused to give you what you wanted? Is that why you’re throwing such a tantrum?
William: No, what I did on NewAge, when I abandoned you in that ring and left you to the Sinistry, it wasn’t a tantrum, it was an intervention. It was me finally taking a stand against you. For months, Karen, you ignored me. You refused to help me get back my Pure Title when it was stolen from me by Darko. You wouldn’t even help me out two weeks ago when all I asked for you do was help out a few of my friends in need.
Karen: Believe it or not. I was a little busy holding the whole federation together, so you’ll have to excuse me if I didn’t spend countless hours playing to your ego.
William: Hours!?! You wouldn’t even give me a second of your day. Instead you were off flirting around with Silas Mason, in spite of all my protests and warnings…..
Karen: Bitch-bitch-bitch. I’m sick of hearing it William…
William: Well there we go, mission accomplished, at least you actually ARE hearing me for once.
Karen: Oh I hear you, and I’ve heard more than enough. It’s time to shut your mouth.
McBride rolls under the ropes and goes storming up the ramp. Mason at last demonstrates that he possesses a backbone, tossing his Pure Title to Avery then bolting towards Karen, throwing a right hand at her face. Karen retaliates with a shot of her own and here we go both McBride and Mason are flinging fist into one another’s faces.
Greyson: McBride and Mason….is this actually a match for the Pure Title?
Sparkles: If so, it’s not off to a very PURE start.
WILLIAM MASON VS. KAREN MCBRIDE:
PURE TITLE
Punches continue to fly between the cheeks of Mason and McBride. Ultimately Mason manages to wedge his shoulder to McBride’s ribs and push her backwards right into the apron. Her spine hits the ring and she winces in agony, doubling over and then finding her head being pulled under her opponent’s lap. Mason prepares to give Karen the Perfect Driver right across the thin protective mats.
Sparkles: He’s gonna end Karen’s career already?
Greyson: If he hits the Perfect Driver on the apron, that’s a very-very real possibility.
Mason just begins to lift Karen up and into a move that would snap her neck, but Karen counters, standing straight and back dropping Mason right onto the thin protective matting. He reaches for his kidneys, grimacing in pain while inching towards his feet. The moment he stands up Karen comes charging in and delivers a scintillating bicycle kick that Mason manages to avoid by ducking down and catching Karen’s leg over his shoulder. A shocked McBride is then heaved into the air by Mason who looks to be going for a T-bone suplex only to turn and throw McBride down back first right across the apron with a cradle capture back breaker.
Greyson: OOOOH! You weren’t kidding Sparkles. This IS off to a very impure start.
Sparkles: Mason just dropped that ignorant bitch right across the apron. You go boy! What-what!
The crowd pops and cringes at the same time at the sight of McBride’s spine bouncing once again off of the apron and her body instinctively rolling into the ring. She gets to her elbows and knees, grimacing from the trauma flowing through her spine while Mason slides into the ring and catches her around the neck and the thigh. He heaves McBride into the air, lifting up on the leg and pushing down on her head to send her flipping over and crashing down back first across his elevated knee. Another collective groan emanates from the crowd at the sight of Mason continuing to employ the back breakers.
Karen rolls away from her opponent clasping at her kidneys, which are being shown no mercy from a man who about a week ago was one of her most trusted allies. Now Mason is out to end McBride’s career by fracturing her back. He might just accomplish that task as he heaves Karen up and over into a basic but effective snap suplex. Mason then spins the hips and drags Karen along to her feet while still trapped in the front chancery before throwing her into the air and bringing her back down with an orange crush sit-out powerbomb.
William leans into the creases of Karen’s knees while official Blacker, who has been out here since she presided over the Avery versus Sailes match, drops to the canvas and makes the count.
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Karen manages to push her shoulder off of the canvas and roll away from Mason, who quickly takes her by the hair, drags her up to her feet and then heaves her into a gorilla press slam position. The fans are not groaning, instead their begging Mason not to do what he has planned next, military press slamming McBride into the turnbuckle.
Greyson: Don’t do this Mason, this woman was your business partner for Christ sakes.
Mason rushes across the ring and is just about to throw McBride into the corner only to have her suddenly slip down off of his palms and catch him around the neck on the way down. She turns Mason’s own momentum against him, dropping back and planting William face first into the middle turnbuckle pad with a downward spiral.
Sparkles: Don’t you fuck with William’s million dollar mug.
Greyson: I can’t believe that up until a few weeks ago, these two were so close.
Sparkles: Yeah, and if Karen were to maybe once get down off her pedestal and give Mason a sympathetic shoulder, this match wouldn’t be taking place.
Mason’s face bounces back from the corner, causing him to stagger to the center of the ring while Karen lunges into the very same corner that she just drove her opponent into and then comes diving off. She catches William around the neck with a front chancery and then wraps her legs around his waist, applying a double submission.
William tries to fight through this tandem hold, swinging his arms out to his sides and refusing to use them to tap out to the front chancery, body vice combination. JaMarcus Avery watches his employer from the apron, still looking a little conflicted as his boss struggles at the hands of a woman the bodyguard once considered a friend.
Karen locks in both holds tightly, seemingly seconds from earning a tap out. Though what she gets is not what she had anticipated at all, and sure as shit isn’t a tap out. Mason manages to force her legs away from his waist and then wrap his arms around her torso before snapping back into a bridging northern lights suplex. Yet again the fans are quite audible at the sight of this unique and potent counter that has the official dropping into position to make the count.
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McBride is too full of spunk and anger to go down in defeat tonight. Instead she wraps her arm around Mason’s neck and not only kicks out but rolls to her side, dragging her opponent along with her. The moment she gets over to her knees with William still trapped in the front chancery she flips forward, bridging back into a rear chinlock. The Last Chancery submission has Mason balling up his fists and grimacing in pain from this unexpected counter.
William is just as stubborn and persistent as McBride though, digging his fingers into the canvas then pulling himself desperately across the ring towards the ropes. After all he went through to take back the Pure Title, he is not about to lose it now to the very woman who initially gifted him the belt. McBride won’t let Mason get to the ropes, instead she flips over backwards, landing on her knees in front of her opponent and continuing to trap his skull in the chancery. She then rolls towards the center of the ring, pulling Mason along so that he’s as far from the cables as humanly possible.
McBride then goes to flip forward and bridge into the Last Chancery, but the second she pushes herself up into the headstand, Mason squirms out of her front facelock and leaps to his feet. He catches Karen around her waist while she was still in the headstand position and then lifts her up onto his shoulders in a powerbomb predicament. He then rushes forward in order to deliver a powerbomb on McBride’s already injured back only to have her reverse on her way down to the canvas, countering his powerbomb into a triangle choke.
Greyson: Karen literally seconds from capturing the Pure Title.
Sparkles: That’s IF Mason taps out, which we all know Mason would never ever-ever-ever DO! Not in a million, gaggillion years, no way no how.
As speculated Mason is not about to give up to Karen, in spite of the fact that she has the triangle choke so tightly clamped on. Instead of giving up Mason begins to push McBride over and onto her stomach while stepping across the small of her back. He shockingly counters the triangle choke into the Texas Cloverleaf. Mason has the submission locked in for only a moment before Karen pulls herself across the ring and into the ropes, clasping on to save herself from enduring any further punishment.
Official Blacker starts a five count which eventually causes Mason to relinquish the hold at four. He drops McBride’s leg and then watches her squirm under the ropes to the apron. William spins around and glares at McBride standing up on the apron before he rushes in to take her off her feet. He throws a forearm over the top rope but she steps out of the way, avoiding the blow. Karen then leaps into the air and across the apron, delivering the bicycle kick to the side of Mason’s skull.
The very move Karen went for earlier connects, sending William spiraling back towards the center of the ring where he desperately tries to hold himself up. He stands just long enough to be subjected to a SECOND even more powerful bicycle kick across the chin.
Greyson: McBride almost took Mason’s head off and now she’s going to take his Pure Championship.
Sparkles: I might cry. Seriously, give me a Kleenex.
Greyson: Your hero is on the cusp of losing his Pure Title.
Sparkles: I’m gonna ball just like I did after watching Beaches.
The concussing kick has Mason lying on the canvas primed for the pin and McBride on the brink of covering him to become the new Pure Champion.
Melanie: No Blaire, I still haven’t got to talk with William.
Karen finds herself turning in circles searching for the source of this familiar voice. Finally her eyes veer to the Cartel-tron, where an image of Melanie McBride becomes visible. Her youngest sister strolls across the Prestige locker-room with a phone to her ear, talking to Blaire, another of Karen’s sisters. A look of confusion befalls Karen’s face in the ring, wondering why this footage is being shown on the Cartel-tron. Unfortunately her question is about to be answered. There is a knock at the door leading to the room where Melanie is standing.
Melanie: Oh, is he back already?
Melanie stops talking to Blaire and starts answering the door, but obviously it’s not William Mason or JaMarcus Avery standing in the hallway….it’s the intimidating and terrifying Cassidy Haze, the very woman who drilled Karen with the piledriver on NewAge. An alarmed Melanie leaps back but not fast enough, her throat being caught in Cassidy’s hand. Haze then yanks Melanie forward so that McBride can feel Haze’s breaths hitting her in the face.
Cassidy: How…pretty.
Melanie can’t even force out so much as a whimper before being yanked into the hall, causing her phone to fall out of her hand and hit the floor. Blaire’s voice can be heard impatiently calling out Melanie’s name through the IPhone but getting no answer. Finally a hand reaches down and picks up the phone, raising to the side of a crouched Serenity’s face. The very Serenity who transformed Cassidy into the monster that just abducted Melanie.
Serenity: I’m sorry, but Melanie can’t come to the phone right now. She’s about to go for a little ride.
The phone pulls back from Serenity’s masked face, a face twisting with a smile.
Cameras cut back to the ring where finally Karen has snapped out of her paralysis, sliding out of the ring and rushing straight up the ramp. She abandons the title match that is now thrown out at this point, which suits William just fine. He sits up in the corner and has the Pure Title handed to him by his bodyguard JaMarcus. The two then watch as Karen races through the curtains into the backstage area. JaMarcus goes to follow and lend aid to Melanie only to find his wrist caught in William’s clutches.
William: This isn’t our fight. Not anymore.
BACKSTAGE
The map drawn across a napkin guides NHB Champion Rachel Frost through the chilly parking lot. Her breaths can be seen due to the bitter cold that infiltrates this enclosed facility. She navigates around a few cars while tentatively whispering the name of the man she came to meet with.
Rachel: Davids? Where are ya sugar?
She peers around a parked mini-van.
Rachel: Come on out and talk to me. I ain’t gonna bite. Not this time. I jus’ want to talk about yer plan is all.
Rachel stoops down to check around another car before a chair suddenly bludgeons her in the spine, the stiff shot knocking her off of her feet and down to the concrete. The figure who delivered this blow happens to be the very same monster who has been leading her around by a chain for weeks now, Krauzer. He’s not dragging her around at the moment though, he’s standing over her with a warped chair in hand, the very weapon he used to fell Rachel to her knees. She has yet to turn around and spot the man who bludgeoned her.
Chris: What’s going on here?
At last Rachel’s original target steps into view, Chris Davids moving across the parking lot where he was scheduled to hash out his plan with her. He only gets a few steps towards Rachel before finding Krauzer employing the chair once again. This time though, Krauzer doesn’t swing the chair, he throws it, Chris catching the steel mere inches from his face. The beast then hightails it, running back into the building and leaving Davids standing there with the chair in his hands. At last Rachel gathers herself to the point where she stand up and turns just in time to catch sight of Chris standing behind her clasping onto the chair.
Rachel: You sneaky bastard.
Chris: Huh?
His eyes cut from the anger flashing across Rachel’s face, and then back to the chair in his palms.
Chris: Wait. No. You’ve got it all wrong.
Rachel rushes across the parking lot and spears Chris directly in the ribs, knocking him backwards into the side of a van. Survival instincts now kick in, Chris throwing forearms across Rachel’s back in an attempt at self-defense.
Rachel: I should have known better than to trust you.
Chris: It wasn’t me dammit! I didn’t hit you!
Davids finally nails a knee right across Rachel’s chin, staggering her back just far enough for Chris to try and reason with her.
Chris: I swear, I didn’t do it Rachel…I was just coming out to talk to you when….
Suddenly Krauzer comes back into view, and he doesn’t come alone, he’s joined by another Sinistry ally, Mordecai, and both men are right on top of Davids, clobbering him from behind. Rachel watches in shock as Krauzer and Mordecai drop Chris and begin to stomp away at him repeatedly. It takes Rachel a moment to get over her initial surprise before stepping in and actually joining on this assault, putting the boots to Davids as well. She only gets in a few shots before Krauzer takes her by the dog collar and snaps a chain onto it. He then gives the chain a yank and drags Rachel back from the traumatized Davids, who is doing everything in his power to get back to his feet. As Rachel is forced to go back to her husband, Chris is forced up into the arms of Mordecai, who then turns and heaves Chris into a powerbomb position.
The monstrous Mordecai turns towards an automobile, lifts Davids up by his waist band and then delivers a Last Ride style powerbomb driving Davids spine first into the hood of the car. Chris’ traumatized body slides out of the dent left in the hood’s surface before collapsing to his knees at Mordecai’s feet. The massive brute steps back from Davids with palms over his ears, as if Mordecai is trying to drown out all ambient noises so he can listen solely to the voice in his head.
COMMERCIAL
BACKSTAGE
Cassidy: Let’s go for a ride, pretty.
Melanie: Let go of me!
That same van that whisked Cassidy Cage out of the parking lot at Upping the Ante now readies itself to take off with a new passenger, Melanie McBride.
Ambrosia, one of the women responsible of Cassidy’s abduction and transformation, sits behind the wheel of her oddly painted van with the side door slid open and a hollow spot ready to be filled by Melanie’s body.
Both Jessika and Willow Wilkes grip Melanie’s arms and pull her along towards the van with Cassidy Haze following behind, patting the young girl on her shoulders. Serenity stands with her back to the van, and demented twinkle in her eye.
Serenity: Step right up Melanie, hop aboard and make sure to keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times.
Melanie: I’m not going with you.
Jessika: No? I don’t think you have much of a choice in the matter sweetie pie.
Karen: Take your hands off of her!
Just when all hope seemed lost for Melanie, here comes her sister to the rescue. In spite of her fatigue stemming from that impromptu Pure Title bout she just competed in, Karen still comes racing into view with the intent of picking a fight with four more targets. The second they spot Karen dashing across the parking lot, Jessika and Willow drop Melanie and ready themselves for a fight, too late however to prevent succumbing to Karen’s onslaught. She leaps right on top of Jessika and Wilkes, knocking all three ladies down to the pavement. Karen’s fist no sooner pulls back to swing upon the faces of her targets before Cassidy interferes. She grabs Karen by her raised fist, leads the Principle Owner along to her feet and then throws her right into the side of the van face first. Karen bounces off and collapses to the pavement, landing right at the feet of Serenity.
Serenity: There you go Karen, trying to masquerade yourself as some type of hero. Well, we can fix that.
Serenity stoops down beside Karen, who struggles to remain conscious. At the same time Cassidy’s gloved hand is gently caressing the top of Karen’s wounded skull, brushing back her hair.
Serenity: You don’t have to keep fighting for the respect of this federation. It’s a battle you’ll never win. Why be loved when it’s so much better to be feared? Look at Cassidy, she fought so hard to win over the affections of the world only to never find that adulation. Her quest for love led her to lose match after match, culminating to her defeat at the hands of Tina Valentine. You may think the two of you have nothing in common, Karen, but you’re more alike than you think, because you’re pursuing a goal that you will never realize. Your peers will never respect you, and they shouldn’t, they should fear you.
Cassidy: You need to be transformed.
Serenity: Yes, let us transform you, Karen. All of these attacks you’ve suffered at our hands, all of these Hardcore Matches against us, they’ve been designed to strengthen you for what’s to come next. It’s time you took a ride in Ambrosia’s mystery machine.
Serenity turns to Cassidy and nods before the monstrous lady stoops, grabs Karen by the hair and begins to toss her into the van.
Melanie: No…NOOO! Security! SECURITY!!
Melanie steps back into view, waving her arms frantically towards the security guards who come racing along behind her. Before Cassidy can toss Karen into the back of the van, security grabs Cassidy by the arms and pries them off of her target. Cassidy turns and knocks one of the guards out with a straight right hand while Willow charges in and spears another guard with enough force to rip them in two. Jessika then rushes into the fray, bludgeoning guards with piston like rights and lefts. As all of this goes down Serenity stands in the background, shaking her head. Her eyes are glued on Melanie, who acts as a crutch, leading Karen away from the chaos.
Serenity: My offer still stands Karen, when you’re ready, come and take a ride. ALL ABOOOOARD! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!
MORDECAI & DANNY DARKO VS. SCOTT CANNON & BA’AL:
TAG TEAM TITLE TOURNAMENT
A graphic flashes across the screen showing the bracket for the Lethal Lottery Tag Team Tournament where the pairing of Tina Valentine and Alana Starr have already advanced to the finals. Greyson and Sparkles try to retain their focus on the tournament as opposed to everything else that is going down backstage.
Greyson: This tumultuous night continues, Sparkles.
Sparkles: People getting torn apart all over the Manhattan Center.
Greyson: And it’s all stemming from this chaotic Lethal Lottery Tag Team Tournament. We’re about to see the Semi-Finals in that tourney right now when two very unorthodox tandems pair off with the winning team advancing to face the groups of Andre Jordan and Gavin Taylor, as well as Tina Valentine and Alana Starr.
Sparkles: With the Tag Titles being on the line in those finals.
‘You’ve never known such fear,’ flashes across the screen, followed by a brief shot of a headstone, as white fog rises from the ground to swirl at waist height around the entrance. Mordecai emerges through the mist and makes his slow and methodical way to the ring. As he reaches the apron, the lights go off and when they come on again, he’s standing in the dead centre of the ring.
Greyson: Prepare for goosebumps, Sparkles. That’s what I expect is about to form with Mordecai, the man who just powerbombed Chris Davids onto the hood of a car, teaming with one of Chris’ closest allies, Danny Darko.
Sparkles: This is gonna be FUBAR. How in the heck is Mordecai gonna be able to team with Darko given everything this giant in the ring has done to members of Darko’s Pain & Pleasure? He’s done some pretty destructive things to Danny’s buddies Mya and Chris.
Greyson: Mordecai put Mya Denton’s head through a window on the last edition of this show and then on NewAge he tried to strangle her with a steel chain. Then mere moments ago, he powerbombed Chris Davids onto the hood of a car. All under the guise of the Sinistry.
Sparkles: Guess the Sinistry has some pretty deep pockets.
Greyson: I hardly think that Mordecai is a man obsessed with money. His desires are baser and far more animalistic, this man craves destruction and nothing more.
Mordecai seems to be a man capable of navigating his way through tense situations, hence why he looks unconcerned as he lingers in the ring in anticipation of his partner’s arrival. “Guilty All The Same” strums through the speakers at this point and Danny Darko makes his way from the back hand in hand with his wife and fellow Pain and Pleasure member Vanilla Skyy. Bringing up the rear is Skyy’s agent, Adam Chase. The trio come stomping right down the ramp amidst an outcry of cheers from the enthused crowd.
Greyson: I hope Darko and Skyy know what they’re getting themselves into here. Mordecai is a very dangerously unpredictable juggernaut.
Sparkles: Well Pain & Pleasure are used to biting into more than they can chew. They’ve picked a fight with the Sinistry after all.
Mordecai knew exactly what to anticipate the moment he saw the gleam in Darko’s eyes. Hence why he’s abandoning the ring just as Danny enters it. Skyy and Chase now stand at ringside, watching as Darko steps across the squared circle and stops at the cables that separate him from the massive Mordecai at ringside. Instead of using his fists to throw blows Darko employs his hands to grip a microphone. Skyy hands her husband the very device that will convey his demented thoughts to the equally as demented mind of Mordecai, who surprisingly is all ears at the moment.
Danny: Alright Mordecai, let’s dispense with the bullshit. We both know where this is headed.
Mordecai remains quiet, leaning back in the corner and legitimately listening.
Danny: You and I are going to pretend we can function as a team, there’s going to be a crap load of tension between us the longer we pair together and eventually we’ll disintegrate, things will break down into chaos and there’s a very real possibility that we’ll be leaving each other lying on the canvas in puddles of blood. Sound about right?
Mordecai at last responds, via gestures rather than words. He nods.
Danny: It didn’t have to be that way, Mordecai. Pain & Pleasure could have offered you the opportunity to turn your dark impulses against all those who try to control you. You could have stood beside Skyy, Davids, Denton and I, and we could have given you a proper outlet for that rage that consumes you. Think about it Mordecai, you and I, we could have worked together to massacre the entire Sinistry for believing they could control and use it. But nooo, instead you and that voice you answer to, seem content with making you nothing more than the Sinistry’s goon. Well you know what makes me content, Mordecai?
Darko rushes across the ring and slides under the ropes to the outside of the ring, rushing right at Mordecai. The monster does not back down, charging right back in at Danny as the two come to blows, throwing fists between one another’s faces to a loud outpouring of cheers from the crowd.
Darko: You’re not going to keep Pain & Pleasure from ending the Sinistry! You hear me you big stupid son of a bitch? I will get my hands on Ba’al in this match and nothing you do will keep me from….
Mordecai suddenly catches Darko by the throat, goozling his carotid artery and preparing to chokeslam him onto the announce table.
Greyson: Run Sparkles, run!
Sparkles: How can I run with your hand up my ass?
Greyson: Mordecai is going to chokeslam Darko onto our table.
Darko is heaved into the air by his throat and on the cusp of being driven through the table only to have Danny put his boots down, landing feet first on the table instead of going through it. He quickly throws his knee into the side of Mordecai’s face, sending the menacing figure twisting away from the chokeslam attempt and towards the ring.
Darko should press his advantage over his tag team partner in this Tournament match, but instead he stoops down and grabs a headset off the announce table.
Darko: Fuck Mordecai…FUCK SINISTRY!
Danny leaps off of the announce table right at Mordecai…no…right into his arms. The devilish colossus catches Danny then throws him up to his shoulders. Mordecai then turns towards the ring, heaves Danny into the air by the waistband of his hands and POWERBOMBS Darko kidneys first into the apron.
Greyson: NAAAAH!
Sparkles: OH SHIT!
Darko’s body bounces off of the ring apron and he now collapses to the ground at Mordecai’s feet, the monster staring down at the limp body of his partner. It’s that very same limp body that Vanilla Skyy and Adam Chase are rushing towards, the two charging to the aid of their fellow Pain & Pleasure member. Skyy picks up a chair in the process, rearing back on it and threatening to swing it at Mordecai if he doesn’t step away from Darko. Finally the demonic apparition backs off, leaving Darko to be tended to by Skyy and Chase.
Greyson: Mordecai has just taken out his tag team partner in the tournament.
Sparkles: It couldn’t have worked out anymore perfectly for the Sinistry. Mordecai has all but given their opponents, the SIN Champion Ba’al, and Scott Cannon, a bye into the next round.
BACKSTAGE
Mordecai’s assault on Danny Darko has captured the attention of the Sinistry supporter Kloe Masters. The Majority Owner stands in the gorilla position watching what just happened in the ring with her fingers raised to her lip and her elbow cupped by her palm, taking on a rather confident posture.
Hodgson: Mrs. Masters, I found them.
Kloe spins around and eyes the pleasant smile on Samantha Hodgson’s face and the disconcerting frowns of the Cartel members stood behind her. Alex Clayton, Nate Barlow and Zak Norton solemnly hang their heads as they are forced once again to hear and adhere to the orders of Kloe Masters.
Kloe: Where have you three been?
Neither Zak, Alex and Nate are willing to answer that question.
Kloe: Need I remind you who you work for? Who you’re assigned to protect? I’ve went to that ring twice already tonight and put myself in harm’s way, and where were you when I was placing myself in jeopardy? Huh….HUH? I’m waiting for an answer.
Zak: We don’t have to explain ourselves to you.
Kloe: Oh you don’t, huh? Funny, considering that I hold your contracts. Orlando Cruze gave the three of you to me as a gift.
Zak: He assigned us to protect you, that’s it….
Kloe: No that’s not it. I have your contracts and I have the power to direct you to do whatever I order. Otherwise you’ll be eating the rest of your meals at the soup kitchen. So consider yourselves my own personal toys, and Kloe wants to play.
Alex: What do you want us to do now?
Kloe: Well, I take it you heard what Danny Darko just said out there?
Nate: Nope.
Kloe: Not surprising. He threatened the Sinistry, and by virtue that means he’s threatening me. So I want you three to do something about him.
Alex: Wasn’t attacking his wife on NewAge bad enough?
Kloe: Bad? No. It was RIGHT. You seem to be forgetting this is Kloe’s Law. So stop questioning my orders and do as I say.
Nate: But he just got the crap kicked out of him by Mordecai.
Kloe: No, Mordecai laid the ground work, it’s your job to finish him off.
The Cartel reluctantly step out of focus, leaving the agent Samantha Hodgson to talk to the owner, Kloe.
Hodgson: At last, a woman in charge who shows STRENGTH.
Kloe: Thank you Samantha, and also big thanks for preparing this contract for me.
The document bound to the clipboard is raised from Kloe’s side and now occupies the space between she and Hodgson.
Hodgson: It was my pleasure, Mrs. Masters. And come on, I kind of owed you after you had the Cartel help me with my Vanilla Skyy problem.
Kloe: Speaking of which, Skyy is in the ring at the moment, meaning….
Hodgson: It’s time to show that no good hussy that there are consequences for opposing the House of Hodgson.
Kloe: My thoughts exactly.
Hodgson: Great minds, they do think alike.
Kloe: And it’s time for me, to show Taylor Chase that I’m to be taken seriously. If she doesn’t nullify that stipulation for the World Title match at the End of the Year Special by signing this…
Kloe taps her finger on the contract.
Kloe: I’ll have no other alternative but to have the entire Sinistry crucify her husband and her best friend.
COMMERCIAL
BACKSTAGE
Taylor: I-I-I can’t believe I’m actually about to do this.
The Number One Contender has been faced with a very tough choice tonight, and right now we see her making an equally as difficult decision. She stands in a corridor looking up at someone off camera, her face showing her varying and conflicting emotions.
Taylor: You saw what Ba’al did to my father?
She waits for an answer but never gets one from whomever remains off camera.
Taylor: And you heard the choice that Kloe is forcing me to make?
Still silence from the individual off camera.
Taylor: I wouldn’t even be talking to you right now about this, if-if you weren’t in a position to help Orlando and Kelcey. You owe me this.
The camera finally turns to reveal the scowl on Scott Cannon’s face as he stands there listening to Taylor make her request.
Scott: You didn’t even have to ask, Tay. I’ll take care of Ba’al.
Taylor: Okay.
Scott: And then, I’ll take care of Silas.
Taylor: Okay.
Scott: And then, maybe YOU can take care of ME.
Taylor: Erm…meaning?
Scott: Once Ba’al’s finished off, and Silas is gone, my purpose on this earth is over. I won’t go on living if you’re not part of my life. So once I’m through protecting you, I need you to put me out of my misery.
MORDECAI & DANNY DARKO VS. BA’AL & SCOTT CANNON: TAG TEAM TITLE TOURNAMENT
Cameras return to the ringside area where Vanilla Skyy is still checking on her husband Danny Darko at ringside. Skyy’s agent Adam Chase is also examining Darko’s condition while the man who put Danny in a bad shape, Mordecai, paces the ring listening to the crowd’s embittered reaction.
Greyson: Well this Lethal Lottery Tag Team Tournament continues, and before the break we saw the landscape of this semi-finals match change drastically when Mordecai powerbombed his own tag team partner, Danny Darko, onto that apron.
Sparkles: These guys weren’t beating around the bush.
Greyson: No they weren’t. Sparkles, no they weren’t.
”Bad to the Bone” begins to play through the speakers, eliciting quite the reaction from an already exhausted crowd. The fans stand and observe the entry way where Scott Cannon has emerged, still wearing the very same Kevlar gloves that he used to threaten Silas Mason with earlier in the night. Cannon undoes the knot in his tie and removes his suit jacket, getting himself ready for the war he is about to endure. Scott pauses at ringside however, staring into the squared circle where Mordecai is standing and is quite eager to get his hands on Cannon.
Sparkles: Man, you almost have to feel for Scott Cannon tonight. He’s in a very tough spot. He went from being booked to team with Taylor Chase tonight to challenge for the Tag Team Titles, to now teaming with Taylor’s worst enemy, Ba’al.
Greyson: Scott is in a very unenviable position, that’s for sure. Is there any way at all that Scott can possibly coexist with the Sinistry in this tag match?
Sparkles: And look at who’s waiting for him in the ring too. Mordecai, the guy who took out both Davids AND Darko here tonight.
Mordecai prepares to partake in even more demented delights, readying his hands to wrap around Scott’s throat. However, his mind is so fixated on his opponent, that he doesn’t even see the wife of Mordecai’s tag team partner sliding into the ring behind him. Vanilla slips in undetected and then avenges the plight befallen her husband with the aid of the ring bell in her clutches. She rushes in behind Mordecai and cracks him straight in the back of the head with the bell. The blow sends Mordecai staggering forward but not losing his balance.
Greyson: Ah-ha-ha, Skyy-VANILLA SKYY, she’s attacking Mordecai!
Sparkles: Sweet vengeance for everything Mordecai has done to Skyy’s teammates in Pain & Pleasure both tonight and throughout the weeks.
Greyson: The Bitch from Barrow strikes.
And her agent, Adam Chase, stands on the apron encouraging her wrath. Skyy drops the ring bell and waits for Mordecai to turn around, stomping her foot repeatedly in anticipation of delivering the White Out. Mordecai slowly begins to spin around and turns right into the bicycle kick that has laid out so many…nooo….Mordecai suddenly lunges forward and catches Skyy by the throat with both hands before she could deliver her devastating kick. Mordecai then throws Skyy into the air and catches her on top of his shoulders before heaving her up into position for the Last Ride style powerbomb onto the ring bell that she brought into the ring.
Sparkles: Mordecai is going to take out ANOTHER member of Pain & Pleasure with that damned powerbomb.
Or at least that was his intention, an intention that never materializes on account of the spear that connects with Mordecai’s ribs. The fans unleash a loud outburst at the sight of Chris Davids, injured back and all sliding into the ring and taking Mordecai out with the Break Thru.
Greyson: DAVIDS!?!
Sparkles: What the fuck!?!
Greyson: I thought he would have been stretchered out of the building after what happened to him in that parking lot a few moments ago.
Chris probably wishes he HAD been carted out of the Manhattan Center after his endorphins stop kicking in and he feels the unbelievable pain coursing through his back and kidneys. He rolls away from Mordecai while Chris classes at his own kidneys. It took everything he had left to hit that spear and now roll to the outside of the ring. The move proved effective however in putting Mordecai down, because now Skyy has landed on her feet and is rushing at the nearest corner. She steps up the corner with her back aimed to Mordecai, who just lies on the canvas looking comatose. Skyy leaps back into the moonsault to a loud reaction….a reaction that changes to shrill screams when Skyy lands on Mordecai only to find HERSELF in dire straits when he reaches up and catches her by the throat. Skyy’s eyes widen as she is pushed along to her feet, Mordecai standing straight up and standing in front of her, on the cusp of chokeslamming her into the canvas.
Greyson: Are you fucking serious? Even after taking the spear, Mordecai has managed to catch Skyy with that goozle.
Sparkles: This is the guy that Leatherface checks under his bed for at night.
Mordecai glares intensely into the eyes of a struggling Skyy, before the big man has his OWN eyes closed via the DARKOLATOR! Danny recovers from the powerbomb into the apron and then delivers the corkscrew kick right across Mordecai’s forehead. The shot has the menacing beast staggering but still remaining on his feet…well, at least long enough to turn around and find his jaw crushed by the White Out. Skyy delivers the bicycle kick that FINALLY knocks Mordecai off of his feet.
Greyson: Pain and Pleasure, they’ve finally got Mordecai down!
Sparkles: Darko coming to the aid of his wife at the last second there.
Greyson: And then his wife kicked Mordecai into next month.
The crowd are at a fevered pitch at this point as they watch Mordecai roll to the outside of the ring where he actually lands on his feet. The creature tries to balance himself but it’s not going to be easy especially when Skyy and Darko are simultaneously rushing across the ring with Danny throwing himself over the ropes and Vanilla diving through them. The two go crashing into Mordecai all at once, knocking all three bodies down to the mats.
Sparkles: GOOD GAHD!
As all of this action takes place outside of the ring it be understandable if the crowd missed the fact that Cannon was now standing in the squared circle. He looks to the outside of the ring where Darko and Skyy are pummeling Mordecai with punches. Scott doesn’t know what to think of this, just standing there and watching this fight consume the ringside area.
Kloe: I’ve been looking for you everywhere Scott.
Cannon spins towards the source of this chilling and unfortunately all too familiar voice. It belongs to Kloe Masters, Majority Owner, who is making her way down the ramp with that contract still in her hands. To the shock of everyone, Cannon primarily, Kloe actually steps up onto the apron, juggling the microphone and the contract.
Kloe: I was hoping the two of us could talk, instead of just going at it over Twitter.
Cannon isn’t here for dialogue with Kloe.
Kloe: Listen, I know you and Tay have had some issues these past few weeks, which tends to happen when the only way you can get any action is by having someone drugged, but I think if you talk to her she’ll listen. You’ve got to convince her that signing this document that nullifies her stipulation for the World Title match against Ba’al, is the best thing for her, and all those she cares about. If you really care about her, you’ll do this….
Scott suddenly reaches out and not only takes the microphone from Kloe, but the contract as well.
Scott: In all of your rambling you managed to get ONE thing correct. I do CARE about Tay, I love her, which is why she and I had a chat before this match and I agreed to do what I do best, I agreed to KILL Ba’al when he comes out here to team with me.
Kloe: Awwww, that’s sad, I don’t think your brother, Michael, is going to like that.
Scott’s expression sours.
Scott: Oh, and there’s just one more thing….
A massive loogie is summoned as Scott spits all of the phlegm in his throat right onto the contract. He then tosses the document back at Masters, who recoils in disbelief. In spite of her shock, Kloe still grins…why? Because Ba’al is sliding into the ring behind his ‘tag team partner.’ Before Scott realizes what’s happening Ba’al is dragging him down to the canvas and spiking him across the back of his head with the Totalis.
Greyson: Kloe distracting Cannon just like she distracted The Brod earlier tonight.
Sparkles: Must be that new haircut of Kloe’s.
Greyson: Careful now, I think Taylor Chase went off on that enough over Twitter.
Cannon grabs at the back of his neck and winces in pain from the inverted bulldog that just laid him out. Meanwhile Ba’al is getting back to his knees, staring down at Cannon and shaking his head.
Ba’al: If only you had listened to the advice of your brother. Taylor will never return your affections, Mr. Cannon. She cares not what happens to you. But I care dear boy. I care immensely. I do not wish to see…..
A shadow is suddenly cast over the kneeling Ba’al, his eyes removed from Cannon and turned towards the man standing beside him…Danny Darko.
Greyson: Ooooooooh shiiit.
Sparkles: It’s about to be on like Donkey Kong playas!
In spite of everything that Darko has been put through this evening, he can still smile and sile wide when seeing the expression on Ba’al’s face.
Darko: I think you and I….have some unfinished business.
Danny dives shoulder first into Ba’al’s ribs, powering him backwards across the ring and driving him spine first into the corner. Darko then begins to drive shoulder after shoulder into Ba’al’s ribs to a HUGE reaction from the crazed Manhattan denizens. They are absolutely delighted by the sight of Darko and Ba’al picking up where they left off at NewAge. Danny’s shoulder continues to ram into Ba’al’s ribs, turning his innards into mincemeat. Danny finally drops into a backwards roll, getting to his feet in the middle of the ring and then charging in for another spear only to have Ba’al get both of his knees up, driving them into the top of Darko’s head.
Danny turns away from his opponent in this Tag Team Tournament, allowing Ba’al the opportunity to rush in behind him, leap into the air and set up for ANOTHER Totalis. However, Darko manages to counter by suddenly spinning around and catching the airborne Ba’al across his chest then swinging him aroiund into a spinning powerslam. Referee Michelle Blacker, who stood idle in the corner of the ring throughout all of this chaos, drops into position and makes the count for Darko.
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Ba’al manages to get his shoulder up and prevent Darko from achieving the victory. Darko never loses his composure, dragging Ba’al up to his feet and then lifting him into the air and holding him upside down, going for the Last Rites. He is just about to drive the top of Ba’al’s head into the canvas and perhaps fracture his neck before Darko’s target shifts his weight, coming back down onto his feet. Ba’al then stands up and heaves Darko over his shoulders into an Alabama Slam position.
Ba’al yanks down on the legs but does not flip Darko over into the modified spinebuster, instead Danny lands on his feet with his arms wrapped around Ba’al’s waist, heaving him up into position for the piledriver yet again. The crowd cheers in response to what they’re about to witness as Darko repeats the very sequence of moves we witnessed two weeks ago. However, this time Ba’al circumvents the repetition of history, sitting up and out of the piledriver predicament. He ends up loaded onto Darko’s shoulders and driving repeatedly punches down into Darko’s face. The blows have Danny disorientated but not to the extent that he can’t rush across the ring and THROW Ba’al into the buckle bomb. Ba’al bounces off the corner and grimaces in pain, staggering forward just enough for Darko to come running in to deliver the lariat…NO….Ba’al shockingly reaches out and catches Danny around the waist before throwing him over head with a belly to belly suplex that sends Danny’s already battered back colliding with the corner.
Greyson: YAAAAH!
Sparkles: Ba’al with quite the threshold for pain.
Greyson: Darko just learned that the hard way.
Danny grabs at his spine and rolls around on the canvas huffing and puffing.
Ba’al grabs at his spine and sits up on the canvas groaning and grumbling.
Finally Ba’al gets to his feet just as his OWN tag team partner, Cannon comes barreling across the ring and drives a forearm into the side of the World Champion’s face. Ba’al just can’t get any love, finding himself on the receiving end of punches and forearms by Cannon, who sends Ba’al staggering back and falling against the very turnbuckle that he just drove Darko into. The crowd begins to heat up as they witness one forearm across the cheek followed by a chop across the chest, connecting repeatedly across Ba’al’s face. The longer Cannon keeps delivering these rapid fire blows the more the crowd gets excited. Eventually everyone is on their feet cheering on this ‘violence party’ being unleashed by Cannon on his Tag Team partner in the corner. Punches and forearms repeatedly drill Ba’al again and again and again and again until the Champion has fallen to his seat in the corner.
Greyson: Look at Cannon go, I’ve lost track of all the blows he just delivered on Ba’al.
Scott: AAAAAH!
Cannon finally detaches from Ba’al, who sits in the corner looking winded by all of these strikes. Just then Scott takes off across the ring, ricochets from the far ropes and then comes charging back in for the face wash. His boot just begins to extend before Ba’al leaps to his feet, catches Cannon around the neck then snaps back, planting Scott’s face right into the middle turnbuckle pad with a downward spiral.
Sparkles: JESUS!
Greyson: Ba’al does it again!
BACKSTAGE
Cameras briefly segue backstage where Team EPIC, Gavin Taylor and Andre Jordan, the defending Tag Champs, are planted on top of steel folding chairs and watching a monitor that plays footage of the ongoing match inside of the ring.
IN RING
Ba’al rolls away from Cannon, the man he is supposed to be teaming with, not fending off. The moment Ba’al reaches his feet he finds the back of his head crushed by a lariat delivered by Darko. The blow knocks Ba’al to the canvas where he rolls to his back and now finds his chest repeatedly stomped by Darko. One stomp after another connects with Ba’al’s torso, and the longer these kicks proceed the louder the fans become. Eventually every fan is standing and going nuts as Darko’s foot becomes nothing but a blur, moving so fast between stomps.
Darko: YEAAAAH!
Darko turns away from Ba’al, so worked up that he doesn’t even realize that he’s still stomping nothing but air at this point. But his boot would be better served not kicking imaginary objects, but his tag team partner. Somehow Mordecai has detached from Skyy and Chase at ringside, has slipped back into the ring and has grabbed hold of Darko’s throat. Before Danny can block it, he’s being heaved into the air and chokeslammed down into the canvas.
Greyson: Do either of these four have any idea what a tag team is supposed to be?
Sparkles: Honestly, we knew going into this that neither of these teams could coexist. It’s like trying to get Shannon Dorothy to get along with her cast-mates on any show she’s ever been part of.
Greyson: A Shannon Dorothy reference? Do you still watch 90210?
Sparkles: Don’t be a hater Lovejoy, so what if I want to live in a time where Luke Perry is still the measuring stick for cool.
Mordecai no sooner unleashes the chokeslam on Darko before Darko is bouncing off the canvas nad right back up to his feet.
Darko: I don’t think so mother-fucker!
Mordecai suddenly spins around wide eyed just as Darko rushes across the ring and nails his partner in the face with the SICK KICK. The diving big boot drills Mordecai across the face and the impact echoes throughout the Manhattan Center. Mordecai goes staggering back into a corner, falling against it while Darko is scrambling up to his feet, looking all fired up. He stands just in time to catch Ba’al coming in and nails him to the gut with a boot, doubling the SIN Champion over. Darko then heaves Ba’al up and onto his shoulders in a powerbomb predicament. The crowd squeals as Danny rushes across the ring and throws Ba’al into a running powerbomb that sends his opponent crashing right into Mordecai in the corner.
Greyson: Ooooh, another buckle bomb into MORDECAI!
Sparkles: You idiot Darko, Mordecai is SUPPOSED to be your partner.
Danny now turns towards Cannon and to the shock of everyone these opponents work as a team. Darko drops to his elbows and knees and Scott rushes across the ring, stepping off of Danny’s back and launching himself into a diving forearm smash that connects with the face of Ba’al. The SIN Champion collapses to the canvas and now Scott turns towards Darko, shouting for him to come rushing. Danny charges towards Scott, who catches Danny to the chest and stomach, lifting him into the air, charging across the ring and throwing Danny like a long dart head and shoulder first into Mordecai’s ribcage.
Mordecai doubles over in the corner, grabbing at his mid-section.
Greyson: This is the craziest situation….Darko and Cannon, OPPONENTS, working as teammates against the Sinistry and all of those in their sphere of influence.
Mordecai remains stooped over in the corner before Cannon comes charging in and delivers a vicious yakuza kick across his cheek. The monster almost collapses out of the corner, but somehow remains upright. So Darko steps to the center of the ring, slaps his forearm then comes rushing across the squared circle and leaves his feet, diving into the another forearm only to have his throat caught. The crowd is stunned as Mordecai backs Danny up to the center of the ring, preparing to chokeslam him. But Cannon won’t let that happen, charging in with a forearm of his own only to run into Mordecai’s OTHER palm. The fans screech at the visual of Mordecai hoisting BOTH Cannon AND Darko into the air with stereo chokeslams.
Sparkles: This BEAST just laid out Darko AND Cannon!
The Manhattan Center fans are screaming as loud as they possibly can at the sight of Mordecai driving both men to the canvas and now teetering between his feet. Mordecai continues to stagger around looking disorientated from all the blows he’s withstood, but centers himself just long enough to spot Darko rolling into the ropes, grabbing hold of them and trying to stand up. Just then Mordecai comes charging in only to have Danny shockingly get a boot up and into the big man’s jaw. The shot sends his tag team partner staggering back, Mordecai trying to get his balance. Now Danny pulls himself up and onto the corner before launching himself off and into hurricarana, but wait, Mordecai catches Darko on top of his shoulders then turns towards the center of the ring where Cannon is forcing himself up to his elbows and knees. Just then Darko is powerbombed right on top of Scott’s back, knocking both men to the canvas amidst a loud roar from the crowd.
Sparkles: HOLY FUCK!
Greyson: Mordecai POWERBOMBING Darko on top of Cannon!
Sparkles: Mordecai is a powerbombing machine here tonight.
Scott and Darko reach for their respective backs after that devastating sequence of events. Eventually Danny rolls away from Cannon and finds himself lying beside the ring bell that his wife brought into the ring before this match officially got underway. Blacker hasn’t had an opportunity to remove that weapon due to all of this anarchy, and she continues to be unable to pitch the bell out of the ring what with checking on the condition of Cannon, asking him rather he can continue after having Darko powerbombed on top of him.
Mordecai shows his strength by stepping in and grabbing Darko’s legs then dead lifting him from the canvas into yet ANOTHER powerbomb…HOLD THE PHONE…Darko has the ring bell in hand and is now swinging it down right into Mordecai’s forehead. The bell chimes against Mordecai’s face, rendering him dead on his feet. He drops Darko to the canvas then staggers back right into the waiting arms of…BA’AL. The SIN Champion catches Mordecai around the thigh, pulling him down and into the school boy. Blacker breaks away from Cannon and drops into position to make the count.
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Ba’al extends his feet and places them over the middle rope, giving him just the added leverage he needs to hold onto the pin and WIN this Semi-Finals match.
Greyson: Hey-HEY-HEEEEEY!!
Sparkles: Did that just happen? Did-did-did…
Greyson: Yes, Ba’al just snuck in and pinned Mordecai.
There is apparently no honor amongst thieves, evident as Ba’al pins the very man who was aiding him in the course of this Tag Team match.
Sparkles: Well Mordecai and Ba’al WERE working together, but technically they WERE opponents in this match.
Greyson: That doesn’t make what Ba’al just did anymore right.
The crowd is absolutely flabbergasted by what they just witnessed, Ba’al picking up the win for his team and falling to the outside of the ring immediately preceding his victory. He collapses to his knees while Mordecai rises to his seat, face twisted into an expression of pure malice. Mordecai takes several deep breaths before slapping the side of his own face and then placing his hands over his ears, listening to the voice inside of his head and nothing else.
Greyson: Do you realize what this means, Sparkles?
Sparkles: That I get to brush Abigail Lindsey’s hair?
Greyson: No. That Scott Cannon and Ba’al have advanced to the finals in this Tournament.
Sparkles: So it’s going to be team CannonBa’al versus Team GOOD in the HOOD versus Team EPIC for the titles later tonight?
Greyson: Indeed. And I wouldn’t trademark those team names just yet.
Mordecai continues to sit on the canvas looking flustered for only a few moments before the voice he hears inside of his cranium says exactly what he needs to hear. Suddenly Mordecai is overcome with a sense of calm…a calm that only comes when his fists are swung at the recovering Darko.
Danny retaliates with blows of his own, both men going back and forth exchanging shots before Skyy and Chase come sliding into the ring to help out their fellow Pain & Pleasure member. An aching Chris Davids slips in as well, trying to be of as much assistance as possible. All three individuals jump on Mordecai’s back as he now finds himself overwhelmed by almost the entire Pain & Pleasure group. He spirals across the canvas and eventually spills through the ropes with Darko, Skyy, Davids and Chase sliding out after him.
Greyson: Pain & Pleasure jumping on Mordecai.
Sparkles: I’m guessing we won’t be seeing Mordecai teaming with Darko again in the future.
Darko and Mordecai aren’t the only team destined for self-implosion. Inside of the ring Cannon is getting to his feet when Ba’al comes sliding in behind him. To Scott’s surprise he finds his wrist caught and his body being dragged to the center of the ring, but Ba’al does not inflict any blows on Cannon, no, he instead lifts Scott’s arm in victory.
Greyson: What strange Tag Team Champions Cannon and Ba’al would make.
Sparkles: They would have to survive each other before they even have a chance to become champions.
Cannon gets over his initial shock and tears his hand out of Ba’al’s clutches, before swinging that same hand around into a punch aimed at his ‘partner’s’ head. However, Ba’al ducks down out of the way and rolls back to the outside of the ring. Scott glares at the smirk drawn over Ba’al’s face, the SIN Champion amused by the rage he seems consuming Cannon, who has stepped up onto the turnbuckle, leering over it at Ba’al and shouting down at him.
Scott: Enjoy this Ba’al, enjoy it while you can, because I’ve got one more crack at you. I’ve got one more chance to do what’s right by Taylor and ENDING you, Champ….
Cannon continues to make these threats before he suddenly finds his body being dragged off of the turnbuckle he was standing on. Scott’s eyes widen as he realizes he’s being powerbombed onto the canvas by…..BRITTANY LOHAN!
Greyson: WHAT!?!
Silas Mason, Brittany’s agent now comes sliding into the ring, and he doesn’t come alone. Sienna Swann, Marie Jones and Angelica Jones all enter the squared circle as well, surrounding the laid out Cannon then immediately putting boots to his body.
Greyson: Silas World coming out of nowhere and assaulting Cannon.
Sparkles: This has to be retribution for Cannon coming after Silas earlier tonight.
Greyson: Cannon has made his intentions for his former agent pretty damned clear in recent weeks, he’s intent on taking Silas out and freeing Taylor Chase and Kelcey Wallace from their servitude to Silas.
Sparkles: Doesn’t look like Silas’ clients are about to let that happen.
Cannon is forced up to his feet by Lohan, who hooks both of his arms then throws him up into the air and spikes him down across the back of his head and shoulders with the Final Solution. The moment Cannon hits the ring, he’s being dragged off of it, up to his feet and then dumped square on his face with the Hot Shot by Marie.
Scott’s forehead ricochets from the canvas and he pops up to his knees just in time to be nailed to the cheek with a scintillating thrust kick by Swann.
Greyson: They’re absolutely mauling Cannon in that ring right now.
Ba’al stands back at ringside watching all of this with a twisted sneer on his face. Finally Cannon is forced up by his arms, which are restricted to his sides by Angelica and Marie, mother and daughter forcing Scott to look into the smile on Silas’ face.
Silas: Ya think Baby Doll’s ever gonna love ya? She ain’t. She’s so far up Orlando’s ass it ain’t even funny. She’ll never forgive ya, but me….I’m a forgiven type. I’m still willin’ to overlook all ya tried to do to me flyboy. There’s still a spot for you at my side. So give up trying to win Baby Doll’s heart, and start focusin on winning back my trust.
Silas punctuates this statement by taking Cannon around the neck then snapping back into the very same evenflow DDT he hit on Shaun Cruze two weeks ago.
Greyson: Silas World decimating one of their own.
Silas at last leads his clients out of the ring where Scott lies, reeling from this assault at the hands of people he once long ago trusted. But Scott does not stay on the canvas for long before Ba’al slips into the ring, kneels beside him and begins to laugh at the plight befallen his tag team partner. Ba’al lifts his fingers into the air and snaps them above his head, coinciding with the lowering of a giant crucifix from the rafters.
Greyson: No…not this…NOT THIS….Not again!
Sparkles: That’s the cross we saw the Brod loaded on earlier tonight.
Greyson: And it may very well be the cross we see Orlando Cruze and Kelcey Wallace put on later on.
The cross reaches the ring and slants against the ropes. The straps hanging from the arm supports soon find themselves wrapped around Scott’s wrists, and his legs are shortly thereafter latched in place. Ba’al then drops to his knees and stretches his arms to his sides as he watches the cross raise towards the rafters with Cannon’s motionless body strapped to it.
Ba’al: Make the right choice Taylor…make the right choice.
The squeals of the crowd are louder than ever at the sight of Cannon hanging from the cross high above the squared circle.
BACKSTAGE
Mordecai spirals through the backstage area trying to protect his head as blows are thrown at his skull from Danny Darko, Vanilla Skyy and Chris Davids. Agent Adam Chase stands behind Pain & Pleasure, cheering them on as all three individuals overcome the monstrous Mordecai, battling him through the corridor. They finally spill through a set of double doors and into the loading bay area, but the second the three Pain & Pleasure members cross over the threshold into this area they find themselves overwhelmed by the Cartel. Alex Clayton, Zak Norton and Nate Barlow were lying in wait for just this opportunity, the three pouncing from the shadows and leaping on Pain & Pleasure after Mordecai lured them into this area.
Nate nails Darko across the back of his head with a clothesline, while Chris finds himself hit in his already battered spine with a forearm by Alex, and Skyy is spun around into a leaping knee across the chin by Zak. The tired and banged up Pain & Pleasure members are sent spiraling towards the open door of a loading trailer and eventually all three individuals spill inside of it. Adam Chase is shouting at the Cartel before he’s grabbed by his shirt, Nate tossing him inside of the trailer as well. Alex drags down on the steel door and slams it shut, trapping almost the entirety of Pain and Pleasure inside of the trailer.
Hodgson: Very good gentlemen…very-very good. Mrs. Masters will be pleased with your actions.
Samantha Hodgson steps into view, quite enjoying the plight that has befallen Darko, Chase, Davids and in particular Skyy.
Hodgson: She’ll be pleased to hear that you followed her orders.
Nate: Get fucked.
Barlow has to be physically restrained from the smiling Hodgson. Eventually Alex and Zak drag Nate away from the agent, who looks like she’s walking on air as she approaches the door to the trailer that Pain and Pleasure are trapped inside of. She knocks on the door now and puts her ear up to its surface.
Hodgson: Veeee…ooooh Veee…can you hear me? I hope the four of you have enough air in there. I’d hate for you to suffocate, hahahaha. Enjoy the rest of your night dear.
Hodgson walks away laughing and passing right by Mordecai, who stood back watching this whole scene unfold with a gleam in his eyes, quite enjoying the suffrage of Pain & Pleasure.
COMMERCIAL
BACKSTAGE
There are several security guards gathered around a steel loading door backstage, trying to break the lock that has Pain & Pleasure trapped inside of a trailer. The stagehands work with a sense of urgency to shatter the lock and free the four individuals struggling for freedom.
Stagehand: Someone go and find some bolt cutters.
IN RING
Mya: Cupcake….ooooh cupcake….
The crowd is red hot in response to Mya Denton’s lingering presence inside of the ring. The only member of Pain & Pleasure not presently locked in a storage trailer backstage paces the squared circle with a microphone in one hand a burlap sack in the other. Her friends, Lilith Evans and Ian Kilgore are standing at ringside.
Mya: I think you and all your Sinistry buddies have forgotten about lil ole’ Mya. Your probably all standing backstage right now patting each other on the backs for trapping the entire Pain & Pleasure inside of that trailer, but you’re getting a little ahead of yourselves, because you haven’t caught me. So stop celebrating boys and girls, then turn your attention to the ring, because I have a statement to make. A statement you might be VERY interested in hearing.
Denton almost licks her lips in anticipation of dropping her bombshell.
Mya: Not only did you guys throw my Pain & Pleasure buddies in the back of that trailer, but you kidnapped my Goddaughter, Abby, two acts that are inexcusable, and have forced me to take action.
The sack in Mya’s hand is opened and a champagne bottle is removed.
Mya: This is the evidence that implicates you, Desmond, in having me drugged and violated. You spiked the contents of this bottle with ketamine, and there are still trace remnants inside that proves it. If you don’t want me to turn this over to the police, then you’ll come to the ring right now with Abby, return her to me and then try to pry this bottle out of my hand.
The crowd finds this stipulation….intriguing to say the least. Lilith and Ian support this challenge, considering they yearn for the safe return of their daughter Abby.
Mya: I want you in this ring right now, Dessie, and I’m not leaving until you come out and face me like a man.
Greyson: Whoa-whoa, timeout, is Mya actually challenging Desmond Drake to a fight?
Sparkles: I think in Mya’s mind that’s the only way she’ll get Abby, her Goddaughter back.
Greyson: Well we saw on NewAge that Desmond abducted Abby to get out of his indentured servitude to Mya.
Sparkles: Yep, Mya has had control of Desmond testicles after her buyer’s remorse.
Greyson: It’s NOT buyer’s remorse, Sparkles. Mya was drugged and taken advantage of by Desmond, and she has the champagne bottle that was spiked as proof. She’s been threatening to turn that evidence over to the authorities for months if Desmond doesn’t do her bidding.
Sparkles: Yeah, see, Desmond was backed into a corner, he had to do something to get out from under Mya’s thumb.
Greyson: Child abduction crosses the line though, Sparkles.
The fans are solidly behind Mya and her pursuit of closure with Desmond and the salvation of her Goddaughter.
Mya: Come on Desmond. Bring Abby out here and then put your bubble butt in this ring so I can kick it, because I’m not leaving until I get a fight. You hear that, give me a FIGHT!
Her demands for a fight are finally met, but it’s not Desmond Drake answering her challenge. Instead we see a man on his last legs being shoved through the curtains. Eric Sailes, who looks like he just went ten rounds in a bare knuckle brawl with Mike Tyson, staggers along to the stage and instantly doubles over grabbing at his banged up mid-section. After enduring the beating he received at the hands of JaMarcus Avery this evening, it’s obvious that Sailes isn’t in any condition to survive a second match. Lilith and Ian shake their heads at ringside, realizing that this is not Desmond.
Mya: What are you doing out here? You’re not the one I want to fight.
Suddenly referee Michelle Blacker charges past the staggering Sailes, slides into the ring and calls for the bell, starting this match.
MYA DENTON VS. ERIC SAILES
The bell rings in the background as Sailes comes sliding into the ring. The second he gets to his knees a shining wizard crushes his face. Mya delivers the Demented and has an unconscious Sailes pinned within seconds.
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Blacker’s hand swings down into the canvas, bringing an abrupt end to this, Eric Sailes’ SECOND match this evening.
Greyson: It’s over? Already?
Sparkles: You shouldn’t have sneezed Lovejoy, you missed the whole thing.
Greyson: Poor Sailes, that’s the second loss he’s suffered here tonight.
Mya is back up on her feet within seconds of finishing off Sailes and is already gathering up a microphone.
Mya: What was that Dessie? Huh? Did you think that was going to do it for me? No? I said it had to be YOU who come out here to fight me. Otherwise, you’re never getting your hands on this….
The champagne bottle is raised from the canvas.
Mya: Bring Abby back to me and then…..
Drake: Come off it Mya…
The jeers are quite deafening at the sight of Desmond Drake making his way through the curtains and to the stage. There is quite the pep and arrogance in the step of the diminutive Principle Owner, who finds himself followed to the stage by Jaina Frost, who has a hand on the shoulder of Abby, Mya’s Goddaughter. Jaina and Desmond stand on the stage with their captive caught between them, struggling to get free and rush back down the ramp to get to Mya.
Drake: You don’t want me to come to that ring, because everyone knows that I’m too much man for you to handle.
Mya rolls her eyes.
Drake: In fact, I’m too much man for ANY one woman to handle. So no, you’re not getting your hands on my smoking hot bod.
Mya gags.
Drake: I’m through doing as you order. I’ve already been superkicked in the fact by Lasiewicz, and had my tooth knocked out by Lukas Montgomery because you put me in matches against those psychopaths. And poor William Mayne, my former SIN commentator, he’ll never be the same after what Montgomery did to him two weeks ago because of you.
Mya blushes.
Drake: I’m not coming to that ring to fight you. Instead let me be the sole voice of reason here. I have something you want, you have something I want. So I suggest we make a trade. You give me this ‘evidence’ implicating me in drugging you, and I’ll give you back Abby. That will put us both at Even Steven.
Mya mulls it over, rubbing at her chin. Lilith and Ian shout at her from ringside to accept the deal.
Mya: Fine Desmond.
Drake: I thought you’d see things my way.
Jaina leads Abby down the ramp with Drake stood in front of the ladies, leading them to the ring. All three individuals reach the squared circle where Desmond extends his hand asking for the bottle in Mya’s clutches.
Mya: Nuh-uh, first you hand over Abby.
Drake: I’m not stupid Mya. We do this at the same time or we don’t do this at all.
Both individuals tentatively reach out, Desmond taking hold of the champagne bottle and Mya taking hold of Abby’s wrist. At the same time both the little girl and the bottle are exchanged. An excited Desmond hops around in the ring, flailing the bottle overhead and then high fiving Jaina. All the while Mya wraps her arms around her Goddaughter, the two embracing in a hug.
Drake: FREEDOM! FREEDOM!
A laughing Drake exits the ring with Jaina following, the two almost skipping up the ramp.
Mya: Oh-wait-wait….
Neither Frost nor Drake have any intention of waiting to hear what Mya has to say. Nevertheless Denton stands up and says what she really needs to get off her chest, all the while guiding her Goddaughter into the arms of Lilith and Ian.
Mya: Dessie, hold on, when you said you wanted me to turn over the evidence, did you mean ALL of the evidence.
The breaks screech as Desmond comes to an abrupt stop, his whole body freezing then turning ever so slowly towards the ring where he is forced to bear witness to Mya’s grin.
Mya: Because I just so happened to come into possession of a little piece of potentially damning evidence….
Drake: Your-your-lying!
Mya: Am I, Dessie, am I really?
Drake looks towards Jaina for guidance, who is too busy picking her nails with a little knife to pay much attention, let alone offer a suggestion.
Mya: Are you willing to take that chance?
Drake: What do you want?
Mya: I already said what I want. I want a fight, and you’re going to give me one. In fact, you’re going to give me AND my friends in Pain & Pleasure a fight. Book a tag team match at the End of the Year Special.
Drake: Ugh…
Mya: Give me a chance to finish. Because you haven’t let me get to the competitors in that match. I was thinking that I want it to be me, Darko, Skyy and a partner of our choosing versus any member of the Cartel, based off what they did to Skyy. That annoying Flash Silver guy, considering that he keeps claiming that he beat Darko. That monster Mordecai, reason needs no explanation. And….hmmm…who else…who else can team up against Pain & Pleasure? Let me think about it for a moment…oh yeah…YOU!
Drake’s face goes as white as Elmer’s Glue.
Drake: You must be out of your mind….
Mya: If you agree to be part of that match and face Pain & Pleasure, you’ll get all of the evidence I have and the two of us will never have to see each other again.
The temptation is too much for Desmond to pass up.
Drake: Alright, your-your-ON!
The fans go nuts over the announcement of this blockbuster tag team match.
Mya: Awesome. It sounds like we’ve got all our lil duckies in a row then….oh wait…I totally forgot to mention who our tag team partner will be.
Drake: Like it even matters.
Oddly enough Desmond’s confidence seems to be growing.
Drake: With a team like Mordecai, the Cartel and Flash Silver standing beside me, there’s no one you can pick as part of your team that would….
”Enemy” hits the PA system and immediately causes Drake’s gold teeth to begin rattling. He spins around with a panic stricken expression on his face, staring up the stage at the very man who knocked out one of his front teeth, Lukas Montgomery. The crowd is going absolutely nuts at the sight of Lukas, who stares down the ramp at a terrified Desmond.
Mya: Pain & Pleasure’s tag team partner will be, LUKAS MONTGOMERY.
BACKSTAGE
The loading bay area continues to be filled with the sounds of urgent stagehands still fighting to break a lock. At last a set of bolt cutters are being employed on the padlock holding a steel door in place that contains four members of Pain & Pleasure inside of a storage trailer. It takes all of their strength but the lock is at last shattered and the door instantly flies up, revealing Danny Darko, Vanilla Skyy, Chris Davids and Adam Chase dying to get out. They almost tumble over one another as they climb out of the storage unit with Darko and Skyy scanning their surroundings.
Darko: Where are they?
Stagehand: Who?
Skyy: Where’s that bitch Hodgson?
Stagehand: I haven’t a clue.
Skyy: Your useless then, come on Danny.
Darko: I’m right behind you.
Darko and Skyy aid Chris Davids along between them, his body still suffering from that powerbomb on the hood of the car he took earlier tonight. Yet in spite of their maladies, Pain & Pleasure are off in hot pursuit of the Cartel and Samantha Hodgson. They almost completely forget about their agent, Adam Chase, who finally emerges from the trailer with his shirt wrapped around his head, forming a bandana, and huge pit stains in the white t-shirt that clings to his body. The second he steps out of the trailer Chase falls to his knees and begins to kiss the pavement.
Chase: I’m FREE…GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY I’M FREE!
He goes on kissing the ground then spitting out the grime on his lips.
Chase: I didn’t think I’d ever get out of there….
Chase’s words are directed at a nearby stagehand still holding bolt cutters.
Chase: Here.
A Gatorade bottle filled with a yellow substance is thrust directly into the Stagehand’s chest.
Chase: I had to tinkle.
COMMERCIAL
BACKSTAGE
Mere moments after surprising the world with the announcement that he would be joining the team of Pain & Pleasure at the End of the Year Special, Lukas Montgomery strolls into the backstage area. In spite of all the aggravations he’s suffered over the past few weeks, Montgomery still wears a smirk, even when coming face to…well….face to KNEES with an angered Desmond Drake. The Principle Owner looks more than a little upset standing there in the backstage area and looking up into the face of the Blacklist’s Montgomery, the very man who busted one of Drake’s teeth.
Drake: You’ve got some nerve.
Lukas: What’s wrong short round? Worried that I’m going to knock out a few more of your bicuspids at the End of the Year Special?
Desmond rubs his gold tooth.
Drake: What are you thinking, Lukas? Huh? Haven’t you gotten enough from the Sinistry yet? Wasn’t putting you through those flaming tables last week enough to make you realize you’re fighting a losing battle?
Lukas: Winning….losing….doesn’t really matter how the battle turns out, Desmond, what matters is that I picked a side and went to war.
Drake: You’ve picked the wrong side. And I swear to God if you so much as put a finger on me, or my friends again I’ll….
Lukas: Hahahaha…wow…WOW…your threatening me?
Lukas wipes a tear from his eye.
Lukas: Thanks Desmond, I needed that laugh.
Drake: No, I’ll tell you what you need.
To Lukas’ disbelief Desmond actually charges at him, tiny fists swinging wildly at a stunned Montgomery’s body. The smile on Lukas’ face widens as he now reaches out and places his palm directly to Drake’s forehead, holding him back just far enough for Desmond’s short arms to never land anywhere close to Lukas’ body.
Lukas: Seriously, Desmond? What do you hope to gain from this? You actually think you’re going to hurt me?
Drake: No, but I am distracting you.
Suddenly a steel chair cracks Montgomery over the spine, causing him to double over and wince in pain. The chair was swung by ANOTHER of Montgomery’s victims, William Mayne. The man left in a neck brace at the hands of Montgomery drives the chair straight into Lukas’ kidneys, staggering the Blacklist member. Montgomery stoops but does not go down to the concrete as Mayne had anticipated. He slowly stands up and turns his fierce eyes towards a back peddling Mayne. The former SIN commentator’s lower lip trembles as he realizes he just made a huge mistake.
Mayne: It was…it was all HIS idea.
Mayne points to the area where Desmond WAS standing…not anymore, Drake having high tailed it and left his friend to the compassionless Lukas.
Mayne: Desmond? Desmond? Where are you!?!
Lukas: I think your buddy has hit the yellow brick road.
At last Mayne realizes that Desmond has left him in the lurch….AGAIN.
Mayne: Mr. Montgomery…I-I…there was a tick on your back, I was just trying to squash it.
Lukas: Suuuureee, well…
Lukas picks up the chair that Mayne mistakenly struck him with.
Lukas: I think I see a bug on your head, and I’m going to smash that too.
Mayne: No…noooo! HELP!
William almost collapses from a cardiac arrest at the sight of Montgomery stepping towards him with the chair raised in his palms.
Mayne: Somebody help!
The horrified William almost collapses over his own feet as he scurries down the corridor with Montgomery nipping at his heels.
IN RING
Samantha Hodgson: Mrs. Taylor Chase….
The crowd is just as remorseless as Lukas Montgomery, unleashing hell on Samantha Hodgson. She steps through the curtains with a microphone in one palm and a contract in the other. The always clever and incredibly shrewd businesswoman has the Cartel watching her back as she heads down the ramp. A disgruntled Zak, Alex and Nate may be following Hodgson, but they clearly do not want to be joining her on her way to the ring.
Hodgson:….I think you’ve had more than enough time to make a decision.
Once in the ring Samantha holds up the contract that SHE personally put together, the very contract that Majority Owner Kloe Masters has been demanding that Taylor sign throughout the night.
Hodgson: Kloe Masters not only trusted me with the task of having this contract put together that will nullify your World Title stipulation, but I have the esteemed honor of being the one who gets you to sign it.
The contract is raised high to ensure everyone, Taylor Chase in particular, gets a great view of it.
Hodgson: Please Mrs. Chase, I implore you on behalf of your family and your friends, to come to this ring this instant and sign. Do you really want to see your husband, and your beloved Kelcey, suffer in the same way that your father, and your associate Mr. Cannon have? Surely you wouldn’t wish them to be crucified tonight. You couldn’t possibly be so barbaric. No one else has to get hurt. There don’t have to be anymore crucifixions. Save your husband, save your best friend, sign this contract, do what’s right by them….
Vanilla: She IS doing what’s right by Orlando and Kelcey.
The reaction for Vanilla Skyy is polar opposite to the one that Hodgson was greeted with. Samantha turns to the entry way with a sneer when spotting Skyy, the very same woman she locked in a storage trailer earlier tonight, making her way down the ramp. However Skyy never makes it all the way to the ring, pausing at the midway point of the ramp and staring at the three man who form a protective bubble around Hodgson.
Hodgson: Who let you out of your cage, Vee? Hahahaha, and what do you hope to accomplish by coming down that ramp. Do you want me to make a fool of you for a fourth straight week? Hahahahaha…oh I’m ever so delightful aren’t I?
Skyy: Hahahahaha…
At first it appears Vee is legitimately laughing along with Hodgson, but even when Samantha’s giggles stop, Vee’s continues. She chuckles in exaggerated fashion, dropping to the ramp at this point and actually rolling back and forth clutching at her ribs as if her lungs were about to explode. Finally she sits up, pretends to dry her eyes and ceases the fake laughter.
Skyy: Good one Sam. Who knew you were so hysterical.
Hodgson: I’m surprised you can understand my sophisticated brand of humor, what with being the common street trash that you are.
Skyy: Me, trash?
Hodgson: You conduct yourself like garbage, and I was very glad to throw you out like the trash you were several weeks ago. And if you had the courage to step into the ring with me here again tonight, you would get the exact same treatmen…
Skyy: Okay.
This was not the response Hodgson expected to hear out of Skyy, especially with the Cartel standing behind her. The agent finds herself even more surprised to see Skyy making her way down the ramp and onto the apron.
Hodgson: Are you crazy? Have you forgotten what I, and the Cartel, have done to you?
Skyy: Some people have accused me of having a selective memory, but you better believe I haven’t forgotten what you did to me earlier, and what the Cartel did to me on NewAge.
Hodgson: And yet you’ve learned nothing from all of this?
Skyy: Ooooh, I wouldn’t say that.
The crowd suddenly comes alive when Danny Darko leaps up onto the apron behind the Cartel having just emerged from the crowd. The three men have no idea that Darko is climbing up onto the top turnbuckle before he’s already leaping off into a crossbody that connects with the dangerous trio. The four individuals collapse to the canvas that Darko is rolling across before dropping under the ropes. Zak, Alex and Nate are gathering themselves and going right after Darko, pursuing him up the ramp and through the curtains. Hodgson stood back watching all of this chaos unfold with her hands sliding into her hair, but it’s more than her locks that will be tussled.
Skyy: For instance, I learned how to get rid of your protection…and you want to know what else I’ve learned?
Skyy leaps across the ring and into the White Out only to have Hodgson duck her head at the last second, doing precisely what she’s done over the past couple of weeks by avoiding the boot aimed at her face. She then rolls to the outside of the ring and backs up the ramp with the contract still in her hand and the mic in the other. She puts it to use to laugh at Skyy who is still standing in the ring.
Hodgson: No Skyy, you learned nothing at all, because you will never…NEVER hit me with that move of yours and you will NEVER pin me in that ring….
Skyy: Ooooh Sam, who said anything about pinning you?
Once again Hodgson’s face twists into a look of confusion, an expression exacerbated by the arrival of Skyy’s agent Adam Chase. He steps through the curtains pushing a huge garbage can on rollers with a locked lid. Hodgson looks over her shoulder at the can that draws closer and closer to her.
Hodgson: And what is this supposed to symbolize?
Skyy: What I think of you, and what the whole of the IWC thinks of that contract you had written up. It’s time for both you, and that document to go in their rightful place bitch.
Skyy rolls out of the ring and goes charging straight up the ramp where Hodgson realizes she’s trapped between a rock and a hard place. She looks between Chase, who is blocking her exit through the curtains, to Skyy rushing up the ramp. But Hodgson, like a girl-scout, plans for any scenario. She drops her microphone, reaches under her suit jacket and grabs a lead pipe from her waistband, one that she swings right into the inbound ribs of Skyy.
The stiff blow has Vanilla doubled over, her ribs possibly fractured by this impact. Laugher once again emanates from Hodgson, who stoops down beside Skyy, picking up the contract and wedging it to the side of Vee’s face.
Hodgson: It’s inevitable Vee, Tay WILL sign this contract just like I WILL always get the better of you. Do you get that now Vee, or are your insides screaming too loud for you to hear me?
Samantha goes as far as to poke Vee in the side of her face.
Hodgson: You will NEVER get the better of m….AAAAAH!
The finger that Hodgson was poking at Skyy with is caught right in-between Vee’s teeth. She bites down Samantha’s digit, causing the agent to squeal at the top of her lungs and stomp her feet repeatedly from the pain coursing through her hand. Finally Vee spits out the finger, then picks up the contract and the clipboard it’s attached to before swinging it right into the top of Hodgson’ skull. The devastating collision echoes throughout the arena and sends Hodgson spinning with her back to the trashcan that Vee’s agent now has the lid pulled back on.
Somehow Samantha gets her balance but only long enough for Skyy to lunge into the White Out, her pump kick NAILING Hodgson in the forehead and knocking her back into the trashcan. Skyy then grabs the lid of the can and swings it shut to a HUGE reaction from the crowd.
Everyone in attendance basks in the vision of Hodgson being kicked into the trashcan with Skyy slamming the lid closed, trapping Samantha inside. Skyy no sooner takes out the trash before picking up the contract that Hodgson had written up to negate Taylor’s challenge for the World Title. Skyy lifts up the lid of the trashcan and tosses said contract inside, right on top of the body of an unconscious Hodgson.
Once more the lid is slammed shut and Skyy has at last vindicated herself against Samantha Hodgson while also throwing a major wrinkle into the Sinistry’s plans. Greyson and Sparkles finally chime in to give the moment the recognition it requires.
Greyson: Yes….YES…Skyy knocks Hodgson into that trashcan with the White Out.
Sparkles: What a moment.
Greyson: And Pain & Pleasure continues to be a thorn in the side of the Sinistry, tossing that contract Kloe has been trying to get Tay to sign in the trash right alongside Hodgson.
Sparkles: Skyy better be careful that she isn’t crucified next.
BACKSTAGE
The Cartel members, Nate, Zak and Alex resemble a tornado cutting through the backstage area, knocking over any items that might get in their way. It appears that trio are flustered by what just happened in the ring when Danny Darko assaulted them. Although they didn’t want to be in that ring to begin with to protect Samantha Hodgson, they don’t care for the way they were taken out of it, hence why they are very difficult to approach at the moment. That still doesn’t stop Kloe Masters from giving it a try however, stepping towards her subordinates with a look of frustration on her face.
Kloe: What was that?
Alex, Nate and Zak exchange glances.
Alex: What was what?
Kloe: I sent you three out there to protect Hodgson and coerce Taylor into signing that contract. So tell me why Samantha is lying in a trashcan right now and there’s no signature on said contract.
Zak: Because Hodgson is a loud mouthed bitch who writes checks with her mouth that her body can’t cash.
Kloe: Excuse me?
Alex: You heard him.
Nate: We’re not Samantha’s bodyguards, and we’re not your errand boys.
Kloe: You’re not? Hmmmm. Then maybe you don’t want to be employed either.
The Cartel take deep breaths in a valiant attempt to compose themselves.
Kloe: How many times must I remind you who pays your hefty salaries? Not Orlando, not Taylor Chase, ME, Kloe Masters. Now do something right for once and follow my orders. Go find that trashcan Skyy stuffed Hodgson in, help Samantha out of it and grab the contract while you’re at it.
The bitter Cartel members do as their told rather than risking being blackballed from this wrestling industry. They walk off just as Silas Mason walks in. Silas is surprisingly on his own as he approaches Kloe, who does not look shocked at the sight of the man desperately clinging to his control over Taylor Chase and Kelcey Wallace, a control that has all but slipped away after recent events in Supreme Championship Wrestling.
Kloe: Silas, so glad to see you could make time for me. I just wanted to say that I truly…TRULY loved what you did out there to Scott Cannon.
Silas: Was unfortunate, but necessary.
Kloe: Indeed. Speaking of doing what’s necessary. I hope you’ve had time to consider that proposal I made to you on NewAge. Regarding the consolidation of Silas World and the Sinistry?
Silas: I’ve given it some thought, but I haven’t made up my mind jus yet.
Kloe: Of course. You need some time to think about it, I respect that.
Silas: I tell ya what might go a long-long way in possibly sealin’ a deal between us Baby Rose.
Kloe: Go on.
Silas: Well it struck me that maybe Scott isn’t gettin’ the point jus yet. That I need to make myself a bit clearer when it comes to why he needs my services as his agent.
Kloe: I’m guessing you’re going to ask ME for a favor. How come you didn’t go to McBride?
Silas: Karen and I ain’t seein’ eye to eye at the moment. She lacks VISION. You on the other hand, I think ya got a keen mind, you and I are gettin’ on the same level.
Kloe: You flatter me, Sir.
Silas: That’s why I made sure my plan benefits the both of us.
Kloe: Go on.
The plotting eyes of Mason sweep his surroundings to make sure no one is lingering about to hear him whisper his plans into Kloe’s ears. The more she hears the redder her cheeks become.
COMMERCIAL
BACKSTAGE
A microphone clutching Mark Comeau stands in front of the Trainer’s Office with the backstage correspondent clinging to a microphone and a sense of urgency in his tone.
Mark Comeau: Big surprise ladies and gentlemen, the injuries just keep piling and piling up tonight. I’m about to get word on one of those injuries at the moment. Earlier tonight Scott Cannon was assaulted by Silas World and left hanging from a cross by Ba’al, and I’ve got Head Trainer ‘Surly’ Sam here with me to find out what his condition is at the moment.
The camera pulls back to reveal the snide look on ‘Surly’ Sam’s face, the Head Trainer stood outside of his office and looking disgruntled to have to appear on camera.
Mark: So Sam, can you tell us how Sc….wait-wait-wait, you know what, before I ask about Cannon’s condition, can you tell me why your still here?
’Surly’ Sam: What do you mean by that?
Mark: Didn’t Kloe Masters say she was going to fire you two weeks ago for falsifying Danny Darko’s medical reports?
’Surly’ Sam: I’m sorry to say that reports of my firing have been greatly exaggerated. And why would Kloe fire me when I was only doing what she asked me to do?
Mark: So Masters WAS the one who ordered you to….
’Surly’ Sam: Let’s not get into that right now, you came here to ask about Scott’s physical well being, right?
Mark: Indeed. I, and the rest of the world, want to know the severity of his injuries, and if they’ll keep him from competing in the finals of the Tag Team Tournament.
’Surly’ Sam: I’m in the process of subjecting Cannon to some strenuous impact testing at the moment to determine rather he’s suffered a concussion. But I can tell you that after a short physical examination that Scott has some herniated disks in his back and in his neck, and because of that, it’s my medical opinion that Scott should not compete in the finals of the Tag Team Tournament.
Mark: So Cannon is out of the tournament?
’Surly’ Sam: I know I won’t be giving him medical clearance.
Mark: So what does that mean in regards to the three way Tag Team Title match about to take place?
’Surly’ Sam: Pff…that’s for the big wigs to decide. I’m just a humble Head Trainer, nothing more. All I can tell you, is that I’m not giving Scott clearance….
Gavin: Speaking of clearance.
With their Tag Team Title defense just mere seconds away, Team EPIC, Gavin Taylor and Andre Jordan step into view. And just because we haven’t seen enough contracts and documents throughout the night, Gavin holds a paper in his hand that he extends in ‘Surly’ Sam’s direction.
’Surly” Sam: What’s that?
Gavin: My doctor’s excuse.
Andre: And don’t worry. It’s from an actual medical professional.
Gavin: You can tell because it’s not written in crayon.
’Surly’ Sam tentatively takes the document from Gavin’s hand before examining the bruising and swelling in Gavin’s arm. It’s crudely tucked under some ace wrap.
’Surly’ Sam: Hmmm. You don’t look to be in fighting shape in my opinion.
Gavin: Well someone obviously thinks I am.
Gavin jabs at the paper with his extended finger.
Gavin: My arm might not be pretty, but it’s in good enough shape to go out there and wrestle this match.
Andre: Kordy really did fuck up that arm pretty bad.
Gavin: I’ve had worse.
Andre: You’ve had worse than a giant storage crate being dropped on your arm?
Gavin: That’s not even the worst thing that happened to me this week. Anyway, my arm is just fine…well actually it is as long as I take about half a bottle of Tylenol every morning….but I’m still good to go. No worries. Just try not to let anyone touch my arm out there and I’ll be fine. Oh, and as long as a strong wind doesn’t hit my arm I’m great. Plus, you might not want to look in my arm’s direction, for some reason that makes it sting too.
Andre: I’ll try to keep that all in mind.
Gavin: Great. Let’s get out there then and prove why we’re the greatest thing to happen to Tag Team wrestling since they paired Owen Hart with Koko B Ware.
Andre: Hmmm.
Gavin: Our team really needs a parakeet by the way.
Andre: I’ll think about it.
Dre and Gavin head out for the ring where they’ll compete in perhaps the most hotly anticipated tag team match in IWC history, where the championships will be up for grabs. In ‘Surly’ Sam’s mind, Team Epic couldn’t have left any sooner. Now all the Head Trainer has to deal with is Comeau, who lingered behind for God only knows what reason.
’Surly’ Sam: Why are you still here?
Mark: I’ve got nowhere else to go.
’Surly’ Sam: Well that’s YOUR problem. I’ve got a patient waiting for me.
With the document in hand the Head Trainer steps into his office where the patient he eluded to comes into view. A catatonic Kordy sits on a cot and stares forward with hollow eyes, totally unresponsive to the Head Trainer and her precious Stranger. The masked man stands beside Kordy, leaning with the small of his back against the cot and his arms crossed over his chest.
’Surly’ Sam: So how long has she been like this?
The Stranger: Since she was attacked by Tina Valentine.
Though the Stranger talks about Kordy, his eyes are focused entirely on the document in Sam’s palms.
The Stranger: Pardon my impertinence, but is that Gavin Taylor’s medical record?
’Surly” Sam: That’s none of your business.
Kordy: No….
At last Kordy opens her mouth for the first time since she was silenced by Tina Valentine with that trashcan assault. Her words may be directed at Sam, however her eyes are not, they just glare at the wall without a blink.
Kordy: Anything that has to do with Gavin, is KORDY’S business.
The Stranger slowly closes the door to the Trainer’s office, trapping an alarmed ‘Surly’ Sam inside, nervously clutching to Gavin’s medical record.
LETHAL LOTTERY FINALS
Once more that gothic rendition of Ring Around the Rosies plays over the speakers and the SIN Champion Ba’al emerges through the curtains. He steps to the stage flanked by his wife Rachel Foxx, and head of SIN Security Hunter Locke. Rachel clutches her husband’s title while following him down the ramp and into the ring where a microphone is waiting to be delivered to him. He snatches it right out of the time keeper’s hands and outright ignores the vile and hatred surging from the Manhattan Center crowd in response to everything he’s done here tonight to so many undeserving victims, with who knows how many more on the verge of being added to the list of casualties.
Greyson: Isn’t the fact that you’re in the ring bad enough, Ba’al? Do you have to rub salt in our wounds?
Sparkles: I got something his wife can rub.
Greyson: Spaaaaaarrrklllless. If you get me crucified I swear to God I’ll never forgive you.
Sparkles: Speaking of crucifixions, we’ve already seen two tonight, will there be more throughout the course of this Tag Title match?
Greyson: This is what the whole night has been building towards, Sparkles. Ba’al and his partner Scott Cannon, survived….well…Ba’al did at least….a semi-finals match to get this title opportunity where he and….I have no clue who is partner is going to be now….will be competing against the Tag Team Champions, and the team of Alana Starr and Tina Valentine with the belts on the line.
Sparkles: After what has been an absolutely C-R-A-Z-Y type of night thanks to the Lethal Lottery nature of the tournament that brought us to this title bout.
All of the events that transpired before this contest are recounted by Ba’al, who puts to use the microphone that waited for him in the ring.
Ba’al: Are each of you surprised to see me standing in this ring prepared to fight for the Tag Team Titles? I know our lovely number one contender for my SIN Championship must be. She harbored the foolish notion that Scott Cannon would assassinate me in the Semi Finals match and keep me from not only winning the Tag Titles, but seeing her husband and best friend strung from the rafters on a crucifix. Yet once again I managed to disrupt Mrs. Chase’s plans, and instead it was Scott Cannon who suffered the grimmest of fates during our Semi-Finals match. The same punishment will be inflicted upon the man of her dreams, and her most revered ally. I will personally string them up on their respective crosses then dance in the shower of blood that rains down from their bodies as they ascend towards the heavens. Her father could not prevent me from doing so to him earlier tonight, and neither could Cannon.
Poor misguided Scott thought he would gravely injure me to prove his devotion to Taylor, but my devotion proved stronger than his own, for I do not fight on behalf of love, I fight on behalf of salvation. If Scott were strong or smart enough, he would have stood beside me and found that salvation himself. His actions this evening cost him the grand opportunity to compete for the Tag Team Titles. But do not fret children, for I have found a partner deserving the recognition of standing beside me. I am speaking of an individual who demonstrated that he is a strong and competent ally, a man who plays his role so deftly. My partner this evening in the finals of this tournament is….Hunter Locke.
The crowd has a rather harsh reaction, especially as Locke steps forth and towers ever so menacingly behind Ba’al’s back.
Ba’al: Your devotion to my family has sorely been appreciated over the past several months, Mr. Locke, and I will see your services rewarded with this opportunity.
Locke’s silence is chilling, even when he manages to produce a half smirk.
Gavin: Whoa, back it up, back it up, back it up!
At last the crowd has a reason to react with delight as opposed to dread. The Tag Team Champions, Gavin Taylor and Andre Jordan, Team EPIC make their way to the stage and are instantly starting down the ramp. In spite of his arm looking as colorful as a box of Crayola markers its Gavin who leads the march down the ramp. Andre has to struggle just to keep up with Gavin, who is rather emotional when replaying the events of the night in his mind.
Gavin: I’ve kept my mouth shut for long enough Frost. I’ve sat on the sidelines worrying about my own selfish needs to the detriment of friends and family. That’s about to end, and end right here.
Gavin moves up the steps and to the apron with Jordan sliding under the cables and getting to a knee, glaring at the Sinistry forces with an intimidating expression.
Gavin: You put my father in law on a cross tonight, big-big mistake, because your actions, they’ve pulled me into the middle of this war. I’m not sitting on the sidelines anymore. It’s time to get off the bench and get my ass in the game.
Andre takes the microphone from his fired up partner.
Andre: And we’re not just a bunch of towel boys. We’re GAME CHANGERS. I’ve been saying it for weeks, I’m IWC through and through, and thanks to what you did to the Brod, now Gavin is as devoted to fighting for this federation as I am.
Ba’al: You know nothing of devotion. You are shiftless and ego driv….
Gavin: Blah-blah-blah! You got lucky the last time you faced Team EPIC, Ba’al, we weren’t on the same page back in that tag team hardcore match. It’s a different story here tonight, and we owe the unity between Team EPIC, to the Sinistry.
Andre: You created a monster, Frost.
Gavin: It’s ALIVE…IT’S ALLLIIIVEEE!
Gavin and Andre rush across the ring and the fight is on. Locke trading shots with Andre and Gavin teeing off on Ba’al.
Sparkles: The third team isn’t even out here yet you jackasses!
Greyson: Gavin and Andre aren’t waiting for Team GOOD in the HOOD, they’re sending a message to the Sinistry after what Ba’al did to Gavin’s father in law earlier tonight.
The rapid succession of strikes at last have Ba’al and Locke staggering back before both men decide to high tail it from the ring when Dre and Gavin simultaneously lift their feet to deliver stereo superkicks. The Champion and his Protector fall to the mats standing on opposite sides of Rachel, who is trying to talk strategy with her husband. He is hard pressed to listen given the anger he directs at the pair still lingering in the ring. Gavin leans over the ropes shouting at Ba’al to get back in the ring.
Alana Starr: Give it up boys.
The crowd is going to need a shrink after this night considering how the IWC just keeps playing with their emotions. They only got a split instant of euphoria before Alana Starr and her agent Ethan Von Aaron came to rain on their parade. The pair are already making their way down the ramp with Alana wearing her X-Class Title around her waist and tightly clasping a microphone. Andre’s eyes are fixed on Alana and never blink as the Goddess of GOODness drawls closer and closer to the ring.
Alana: There’s no point in arguing about who’s fighting for what. It doesn’t matter if you’re fighting for the IWC, or if you’re fighting for the Sinistry, because the power of GOOD is about to trump all else.
The glare that Andre beams in Alana’s direction is shot right back at him as she moves to the apron.
Alana: Listen you fudging thug, I’m sick of hearing you try to masquerade yourself as a hero. Hero’s don’t put their hands on my defenseless Papi. You’re lucky I don’t go to your home and slap your mother across her face, but she’s already heinous enough as is. So I guess I’ll just have to get payback for my Papi by taking those tag straps off your shoulders.
Andre drops the belt from his shoulder willingly and then rushes across the ring and swings his fist over the ropes at Alana’s face. Starr jumps out of the way though, Dre’s knuckles barely missing her head.
Alana: SEE! Do you all see how abusive he is? This is just like when we were together, Dre. I had to live in terror of this thug every day. It’s time to stop being your victim thug. Just wait until my tag team partner gets out here and the GOOD Movement DOMINATES!
BACKSTAGE
Kordy: Did you think you could be mean to Kordy?
A mangled trashcan swings down over the spine of Alana Starr’s Tag Team partner, Tina Valentine. She tries feebly to protect her skull as trashcan shot after trashcan shot is swung over her body at the hands of Kordy. The Evolution Champion bludgeons the very woman who assaulted her in the exact same way, in this exact same backstage location, earlier tonight. The Stranger stands back and nods his head approvingly as Kordy snaps out of her catatonic state and repeatedly bashes Tina over her back with the can until Valentine is no longer moving.
Kordy: Kordy won’t let you be happy, and if Kordy had time Kordy would make you tap-tap-tap! Your lucky Kordy has a tag team title to win.
Kordy throws the trashcan down the hall and then turns to the Stranger.
Kordy: Let’s go get Kordy’s Cletus back.
COMMERCIAL
BACKSTAGE
The sight of Mercedes Starr is met with unanimous disdain as he occupies the backstage corridor plotting alongside La Tigra, Solomon and El Cuchillo. Conspicuous by his absence is Hector, the third member of La Tigra’s hit squad. Though Hector’s disappearance is of little concern to the viewing audience considering that El Cuchillo is polishing a machete and Solomon is stretching a piano wire between his hands. We only catch the tail end of their conversation.
Mercedes: I am pleased that joo took care of the weak link.
La Tigra: I have dealt with Hector.
Mercedes: Now it is time to deal with Andre Jordan.
Mercedes professes while dabbing his finger to his still swollen bottom lip, the results of the punch Jordan delivered last week on NewAge.
La Tigra: Yes, Hector’s replacement will make sure the thug pays for what he did to you.
LETHAL LOTTERY TOURNAMENT FINALS
We come back to the ring to find three ‘teams,’ well two and a half to be more precise, occupying opposite corners. The Tag Team Champions, Andre Jordan and Gavin Taylor are stretching in one corner, Alana Starr is warming up in another while anxiously awaiting the arrival of her partner Tina, and Ba’al with his surrogate partner Locke, stand front and center waiting for this competition to begin
Greyson: The Lethal Lottery Tournament finally coming to an end with three teams now vying for the Titles.
Sparkles: We’ve been eagerly anticipating this all night…but ummmm, where’s Alana’s partner?
Greyson: I haven’t a clue what’s keeping Tina Valentine from reaching the ring.
Sparkles: Diarrhea?
Greyson: I doubt it.
The crowd is ready for this match to begin, but it cannot get underway until all teams are in the ring. Ethan Von Aaron, Alana’s agent, is holding a huge Zack Morris style cellphone to his ear, trying to pinpoint the location of Tina Valentine. The call he is making abruptly disconnects when Ethan hangs up the phone at the sight of Kordy making her way down the ramp. The Evolution Champion looks quite disgruntled as she makes her way down the ramp followed by the Stranger.
Greyson: Uhhh, what’s Kordy doing out here?
Sparkles: To make a confusing situation even more confusing?
Greyson: I suppose so.
Kordy steps past Ethan and ignores her agent’s questions as she steps up and takes her place in Alana’s corner, holding a microphone to her lips.
Kordy: Kordy regrets to inform everyone that Tee-Tee-Tina won’t be coming out here to team with Alana. Tina fell down and went boom-boom backstage, so Kordy will now be the Starr Chylde’s partner.
Greyson: WHAT!?!
Sparkles: SHE SAID SHE’S GOING TO BE ALANA’S PARTNER.
Greyson: I heard her. I’m just confused.
Sparkles: You’re always confused.
Alana and Ethan try to talk to Kordy but her mind is made up, she’s not going anywhere.
Kordy: Kordy was never eliminated from this tournament, so it’s only fair Kordy gets what Kordy deserves. Oh….and one more thing….GAVITRON TAYLOR!
The All Star suddenly whips around and glares at the woman responsible for his arm being fifty shades of purple.
Kordy: Kordy was in the Trainer’s Office when you dropped off your medical report, Gavitron, and the old grumpy doctor said you’re a liar, a great big, stinky pants liar!
Kordy slips through the ropes and steps past a confused Alana, moving to the center of the ring where she has Gavin’s utmost attention.
Kordy: And grumpy ole’ doctor said that you falsified your clearance papers. Kordy knows your arm is in no shape to compete tonight and Kordy won’t let you risk further injury before our Evolution Title match at the End of the Year Special. So…..
Kordy glances over her shoulder in the direction of the entry way where several security guards are now making their way down the ramp.
Kordy: Kordy took care of everything. You are not cleared to wrestle tonight, Gavitron, no matter how many fake and forged doctor’s notes you produce. So security is here to take your crippled butt backstage.
The expression on Gavin’s face transforms and transforms quickly. He goes from an emotional high to a whole new low. Anger boils in the pit of his stomach, especially as security climbs up onto the apron DEMANDING that he exit the ring.
Greyson: I can’t believe this. Even MORE falsified medical documents? This is the same thing that happened to Danny Darko two weeks ago.
Sparkles: That Head Trainer ‘Surly’ Sam is as corrupt as they come.
Greyson: Indeed. And nothing will ever be done about him until the Sinistry is no longer in power.
Kordy looks upset that Gavin has yet to adhere to the demands of security.
Kordy: Kordy said you have to leave the ring, Gavitron. Because if you don’t, you’ll be striped of those Tag Team Ti…
Kordy is no longer outraged, now she’s out cold. Gavin lunges across the ring and blasts her straight across the jaw with the superkick, the blow knocking her unconscious.
Greyson: WHAT A KICK!
Sparkles: NOT MY KORDY!!
Kordy lies there on the canvas clutching at her fractured jaw with Gavin standing over the Evolution Champion and bitterly tearing into her with his words. Just then Hunter Locke, head of SIN Security, charges in behind Gavin, grabs him by the back of the head and the tights, charges him across the ring and throws him through the ropes shoulder first into the exposed turnbuckle post.
Greyson: And now Ba’al’s tag team partner and head of SIN security just tossed Gavin right into that turnbuckle post.
Sparkles: On the injured shoulder.
Gavin’s already banged up arm bounces hard off the post and he now goes spiraling through the ropes and collapsing to the outside mats. Hunter then removes a ziptie from his pocket and throws it to the two security guards who came to the ring to grab Gavin. They make use of the plastic tie wrapping it around Gavin’s wrists then forcing him up to his feet and escorting him to the back.
Greyson: This is wrong…this is soooo wrong. One half of the Tag Team Champions being forced out of this match. It isn’t right! How can Andre Jordan be expected to wrestle two teams entirely on his own?
Andre answers that question the moment he rushes in behind a distracted Hunter, takes him under the arm and delivers the Opinion Changer. The Olympic Slam connects and Dre immediately crawls into the cover. Referee Arnie Ficklebottom drops into position and makes the count to a thunderous ovation.
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Ba’al steps in and grabs Jordan by the leg, dragging him off of the cover at the last possible second.
Greyson: Dre sooo close, soo close to sneaking in and retaining his Tag Team Titles.
Ba’al flips Jordan over to his back and then lifts up on his leg, sending him rolling over backwards onto his feet. Ba’al then steps in and swings his fist at Dre’s chin only to receive a boot to his gut, that doubles him over and puts him in position for Dre to hook both of his arms then deliver the Game Changer….A pedigree that plants Ba’al right on top of an unconscious Hunter Locke’s chest.
Greyson: The GAME CHANGER…oh-ha-ha….The GAME CHANGER!
Ba’al rolls away and Jordan falls across Locke’s stomach once again, hooking his leg a second time.
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Alana comes charging in and grabs the number one contender for her X-Class Championship. She takes him around the neck, then forces him up to his feet before placing him in positon for the Five Starr. She just about to deliver her flip over backwards before Jordan twists his body into a full spin, ending up stepping to Alana’s side and tugging on her wrist, dragging her into a fireman’s carry. Jordan then flips forward and delivers the Finley Roll that has Alana crashing back first right into Hunter’s chest and stomach. Now Starr and Hunter end up stacked on top of each other while Jordan is rolling along into the turnbuckle that he leaps on top of. He then flips over backwards into the moonsault, crushing both Starr and Locke.
Alana rolls off of Hunter and now Jordan drops down over Hunter’s sternum, hooking the leg
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To Jordan’s dread Hunter lobs his shoulder into the air, preventing taking the three count.
As all of this action takes place in the ring the fans have trouble recognizing the fact that the Stranger is presently aiding Kordy up the ramp. It appears that the Evolution Champion suffered quite the malicious superkick, one that has all but rendered her incapable of competing in this Tag Team Title match.
Ethan: Where are you going!?! WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?!
A flabbergasted Von Aaron watches as a dead on her feet Kordy is led up the ramp and into the backstage area. His face flashes with rage upon realizing that his client, Alana, is now left without a partner, a problem only he can fix. Ethan scrambles towards the ring, removing his suit jacket, tossing it to the ground then leaping up onto the apron. The fans are absolutely shocked at the sight of Von Aaron occupying Alana’s corner and preparing to team with Starr in this tag title match.
Sparkles: Tina was taken out, Kordy was taken out, now it falls upon Ethan to be Alana’s partner. This may be the greatest tandem in the history of history.
Greyson: This is absolutely bonkers.
Von Aaron will do far more than just step up into Alana’s corner, he grabs the top rope and prepares to fly over it right into Andre, the challenger for Alana’s X-Class Title at the End of the Year Special. Ethan leaps into the air about to springboard to the top rope when Andre turns and blasts him straight across the cheek with a thunderous superkick knocking him straight out of the air. Ethan turns and goes crashing down to the mats amidst a HUGE pop from the crowd.
Sparkles: NOW ETHAN SUFFERS A SUPERKICK!
The blow from Jordan is so vicious it looks to have knocked Ethan into not only next week, but the next decade. His GOOD Movement compatriots, Polly Norah and BMW, come racing down the ramp with a heightened sense of urgency. The two surround Von Aaron, realizing their agent is in bad shape hence why they stoop, grab his arms and lead him along to his feet. Ethan almost collapses several times as they escort him to the backstage area.
Greyson: Wait? Ethan’s taken out too?
Sparkles: Alana having no luck with her tag team partners tonight.
Greyson: She probably should have just stuck with Marie Jones.
If there’s one thing Andre can salvage from this night, it’s that he’s finally shut Ethan up. He looks quite proud of himself for blasting Ethan to the jaw, but that pride is about to change to pain. Alana swoops in behind Jordan and catches him with a school boy only to have Dre hit the canvas back first then roll over straight onto his feet. Once upright Jordan goes for the superkick on a kneeling Alana only to have her catch him by the ankle and push the foot away her face. As a result Jordan twists around and finds his leg caught in the hands of a rising Hunter. Locke grabs Jordan’s inbound leg and then delivers the dragon screw, slamming Andre’s knee into the canvas. Hunter then rolls to his knees when Alana steps in and goes for the thrust kick on his chin, but Locke manages to catch the boot and shove it away from him. Alana’s boot ends up falling into the waiting arms of Ba’al, who is just about to deliver a dragon screw leg whip only to have Alana leave her feet and deliver a modified enzugari.
The shot cracks Ba’al in the side of his face and sends him twisting into the canvas. Alana then begins to rise to her feet but Hunter charges in from behind and catches her by the arms, going for the full nelson slam. He lifts Alana into the air, but Starr manages to counter in mid-flight, twisting her body around to face Locke, catching him around the neck and then dropping to the canvas, rolling him over into the small package.
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Alana breaks her own pin attempt in order to roll along to her feet, eye a seated Hunter and then blast him clear across his cheek with a powerful thrust kick. Locke falls to his back and Alana takes off into the ropes, ricocheting off before leaving her feet in order to deliver the standing shooting star press. She comes crashing down right onto Hunter and then immediately hooks his leg.
Sparkles; Such grace and speed from Alana, going to the air and taking Hunter out in the process.
Greyson: Question though, if she wins this match, who-who-who is she going to be champions with? All of her potential partners have been taken out.
Sparkles: Sounds like a job for SUPER-SPARKLES!
Greyson; No Sparkles. Noooo.
Referee Ficklebottom makes the count to quite the reaction.
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It seems that the GOOD times are about to roll only to have Alana’s ambition derailed when she’s taken by the ankles, dragged off of the pin and then rolled to her back by Andre. He hooks the creases of Alana’s legs, turning his back to Ba’al leaning against one of the turnbuckles in the process. Dre suddenly drops back and catapults Alana through the air right into Ba’al. But Alana doesn’t crash into him, instead she extends her feet, wedges them to the SIN Champion’s stomach and interlocks her hands around the back of his head. She falls back and monkey flips Ba’al over right into Jordan, who he removes from his fee with a devastating clothesline. The fans cheer in response to this unorthodox series of moves culminating to Ba’al’s clothesline.
The Champion bustles along to his feet after taking out Jordan, then turns just as Alana comes rolling backwards out of the corner, extending her legs and wrapping them around Ba’al’s waist. She pushes herself up into a wheelbarrow, attempting to take him around the neck and drop him straight on his face with the bulldog. But Ba’al pushes Alana up out of the wheelbarrow and sends her flipping over his shoulder into a moonsault that causes her to crash directly on top of Jordan.
Andre grimaces in pain after having Starr crash into him with the moonsault. He’s going to suffer far worse than a moonsault however, considering Alana is taking off into the ropes, building momentum and then leaving her feet in order to deliver the standing shooting star press. She flips through the air asnd comes crashing down directly on top of Andre’s raised knees. All the air is instantly knocked out of Alana’s body, which goes rolling along right into Ba’al’s arms. The SIN Champion takes Alana around the neck, drags her head under his seat and then heaves her up into a powerbomb position. He now throws Alana down right on top of the still raised knees of Jordan, delivering a powerbomb, lung blower combination.
An aching Alana arches her back from Andre’s knees, sitting up in front of him and groaning in anguish. Andre then sits up behind Starr and wraps his arms around the X-Class Champion’s neck, applying a sleeper hold. He has this submission locked in for only a moment before Ba’al comes charging in and delivers a devastating running knee strike that smashes BOTH Andre AND Alana in their faces.
Sparkles: Ba’al with a two for one special.
Greyson: Two faces mangled by that knee simultaneously.
Alana and Andre fall back, the two stacked on top of one another. Ba’al then shouts at Hunter, who answers to the champion’s request, taking him by the chest and the knee then gorilla pressing him into the air. Locke then drops Ba’al down right on top of Andre and Alana with a big splash. Ba’al rolls out of the way and Hunter then leaves his own feet and connects with ANOTHER splash. He quickly rolls away so that Ba’al can hit another splash across Andre and Alana. Ba’al then rolls away and Hunter leaps into another splash across both of his opponents. Hunter rolls out of the way and Ba’al hits another leaping splash into his adversaries.
Sparkles: What the hell?
Greyson: Ba’al and Locke just repeatedly splashing Alana and Andre.
Sparkles: How rudimentary.
Greyson: But effective none the less.
Ba’al and Hunter stand up, nod in one another’s directions then rush into opposite ropes, ricochet off and leap into simultaneous splashes. Ba’al comes down into the waiting arms of Jordan, who turns in the nick of time, catches his opponent coming down and traps Ba’al in a triangle choke.
Hunter comes crashing down into Alana, who shocks the SIN Head of Security by catching him around the neck on the way down and not trapping him in the Koji Clutch.
Greyson: Ba’al and Hunter trapped in simultaneous submission holds.
Sparkles: If only Kordy were still out here, she’d be having an orgasm at the thought of seeing someone TAP-TAP-TAP.
Jordan continues to bear down on the throat of Ba’al, while Alana asphyxiates Hunter. Before either Ba’al or Hunter can be forced into submission the World Champion plants his feet and begins to dead lift Jordan into the air. He actually stands up with Dre still hanging from his neck with the triangle choke established and then throws Jordan down with almost a modified powrerbomb directly on top of Alana. The Koji Clutch is broken and as well as the wills of Ba’al’s opponents.
Ba’al gathers himself and then grabs Jordan by the arm, dragging him away from Alana and then into a short arm clothesline. But Andre ducks his head and avoids the clothesline, rushing into the ropes behind the World Champion. Ba’al spirals around and then glares at Dre charging at the nearby turnbuckle and grabbing the top rope and kicking his lower body into the air. Ba’al chases after him and foolishly falls right into his opponent’s trap. Jordan twists his body, falls down seat first across Ba’al’s lower back and then drops forward into a modified sunset flip roll up.
He has the pin established for only a moment before Ba’al rolls over backwards out of the sunset flip and onto his knees. He then scoots forward wedging his shoulders to the creases of Andre’s knees.
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Ba’al only gets half a one count before Jordan pushes down on the back of his head and sends Ba’al flipping forward where Ba’al lands across the back of his shoulders in another pinning predicament. Andre sits up and wedges his shoulders to the creases of Ba’al’s knees.
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Ba’al sits up and causes Jordan to fall onto the back of his shoulders with Andre seated on his chest then twisting his body around Jordan’s arm, trapping him in the grapevine. Jordan grimaces in pain and attempts to separate the legs that are interlocked around his shoulder. He tries to throw his fist into Ba’al’s knees in a desperate attempt to break up the submission.
At the same time Alana is being dragged to her feet by Hunter, and then hit with a boot to the gut that has her perfectly placed for Locke’s powerbomb. He hoists Alana up and onto his shoulders only to have Alana leap frog over his head and land behind his back. Hunter spins around and rushes right into a drop toe hold that sends his skull crashing down directly into Ba’al’s chest. The submission is broken up, saving Alana’s chances at winning the Tag Team Titles.
Greyson: Ba’al was seemingly on the cusp of forcing Jordan to tap out before Alana breaks up the submission by using Hunter as a weapon.
Ba’al rolls into the corner holding his chest in pain before Alana comes leaping in with both feet extended to her opponent’s stomach. She is about to drop back and deliver the monkey flip only to have Ba’al catch her by the creases of her knees and throw her over his head. Alana flies over Ba’al and then comes crashing down with the back of her thighs hitting the top rope of the turnbuckle before moonsaulting right on top of the still laid out Locke.
Sparkles: What the fuck was that!?!
Greyson: Only Alana Starr could pull something like that off.
Sparkles: That was amazing. Alana’s flexibility, mmmmm, just another reason to fantasi…I mean, love her.
Alana finds herself seemingly seconds from acquiring even more gold for the GOOD Movement as she cradles Hunter’s leg.
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Ba’al is right there to break up the pin, grabbing Alana by the hair and pulling her from the pinfall. He forces her up to her feet before Starr leaves them by dropping back into the Pele kick. Her boot nails Ba’al directly in the face, sending him stumbling back into the waiting clutches of Jordan, who has the SIN Champion in position for the Opinion Changer. He heaves Ba’al into the Olympic Slam only to have Ba’al slip from Jordan’s shoulders and land behind his back. Ba’al wedges his hands to Jordan’s back and shoves him forward right into ANOTHER pele kick by Alana. Her boot nails the top of Jordan’s head and sends him stumbling back into the Totalis.
Ba’al lunges into the air to deliver the inverted bulldog only to have Jordan drop forward instead of backwards, causing his opponent to go flipping over him and rolling across the canvas. Ba’al gets to his feet with Jordan stepping to his side, the two about to fight for dominance when Alana suddenly leaves her feet and nails a STEREO pele kick on both of her opponents.
The fans go absolutely nuts as Dre and Ba’al find themselves tumbling to the canvas and clasping at their wounded skulls.
Alana instantly kips up to her feet with a prideful grin on her face that transforms into a painful expression when Hunter charges out of the corner and delivers an absolutely sickening lariat across her throat. Alana crashes to the canvas and Locke goes staggering along into the ropes, falling against them for support and to gather his senses.
Hunter’s focus shifts to Andre, who is rising to his feet and hurting BAD as a result of this chaotic Tag Team Title bout. Locke quickly charges in and goes to remove his head with another lariat only to have Dre drop to his back, avoiding the blow. He then kips up to his feet and the second he lands he finds his throat crushed by a lariat from Ba’al.
Greyson: Dre avoided the first lariat, but he had no luck avoiding the second.
Ba’al and Locke end up standing side by side and turning towards Dre and Alana, the two just laid out by their respective lariats. Ba’al and Hunter charge at their adversaries with stereo lariats but Jordan and Alana duck at the last second and hook the inbound biceps of their opponents. Jordan and Starr simultaneously push on the arms, sending Hunter and Ba’al spiraling around and ultimately hitting each other with clotheslines. Ba’al then turns towards Jordan, who delivers a scintillating Thrill Ride, wait…no….Ba’al counters in the middle of Jordan’s Sky High by catching Andre around the neck with a front chancery while wrapping his legs around Andre’s waist with the body vice.
Jordan stoops over when finding himself trapped in this simultaneous hold, fighting to keep from being dragged down to the canvas.
Alana is in no position to break this hold Ba’al has applied, as she’s too busy fighting having her own face broken by Locke’s punches. The two go back and forth for several minutes behind the back of the stooped Jordan, who shockingly reaches down and forces his arm around Ba’al’s thigh, while at the same time hooking an arm around Ba’al’s neck. He then drops back, breaking Ba’al’s front chancery body vice combination by throwing him back into a modified exploder suplex that sends Ba’al crashing into both Alana and Hunter. All three competitors go down to the canvas amidst an electrified response form the crowd.
Greyson: Dre takes out all three of his opponents at once! What a phenomenal counter that just saved the Titles for Team EPIC.
Sparkles: Jordan’s gonna have to keep busting out moves like that, because he’s in the same boat as Alana right now. He’s got no tag team partner.
It takes quite the struggle but Jordan gets to his feet and now has the liberty of picking and choosing which opponent to target. He instinctively goes right after Alana, grabbing her by the bangs and dragging her up to her feet. Jordan then hooks both of Alana’s arms, about to drive her down onto her face with the Game Changer. The Pedigree is seconds from connecting before a traumatized Ba’al comes limping towards Jordan and lunging into the air. Andre instinctively ducks his head, causing Ba’al to flip over Andre’s back, catching him around the waist and pulling him over into the sunset flip. As Jordan falls back, Alana flips over and counters the pedigree position into a jackknife cover. The crowd is screaming at the sight of Jordan being trapped in both the jackknife cover by Alana, AND the sunset flip by Ba’al. Referee Ficklebottom slaps the canvas with BOTH hands.
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Somehow, as unbelievable as it may seem, Jordan manages to kick out of these simultaneous pinning predicaments. An achy Andre rushes to his feet with Alana standing up in front of him then lunging into the air and twisting her body so that she wraps her legs around Andre’s waist and flips him forward into a modified victory roll.
Alana only has the pin on Dre for a moment before he stands up, back facing the laid out Alana with the creases of his knees pressed to the creases of Alana’s. Just then Ba’al comes charging in only to have Dre catch him against with Jordan’s shoulder pressed to the champion’s ribs. He then snaps back into a bridging Northern lights suplex…a bridging Northern lights suplex over top of Alana, with her legs hooked by Dre’s legs. Once again Ficklebottom delivers a double count.
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The crowd is going nuts as Jordan prepares to pick up a pinfall over both of his opponents only to have Locke intervene. He steps in and reaches down, grabbing Dre around the waist before pulling him up and out of the bridge and then up and onto Locke’s shoulder. Hunter has him in a running powerslam position, taking off across the ring only to have Dre slip off of Hunter’s shoulder at the last second, landing on his feet behind his opponent. The Head of SIN security is pushed along into the ropes, which he goes spilling through to the outside of the ring.
Locke lands on his feet across the outside mats before Jordan comes barreling across the ring and diving through the ropes into a flip forward suicide senton. He crashes into Hunter and knocks Locke back into the barricade. Hunter loses his balance, falls on his butt and it’s the back of his head that takes the brunt of the impact with the barrier. All the while Jordan is flipping over the barricade and landing in the crowd.
Jordan then turns around amongst the fans, shooing them out of his way as he prepares to make a mad dash to the barricade. He runs right through the fans and then lunges on top of the barrier before launching himself over the mats and back towards the crowd only to have Ba’al suddenly dive out of the ring, through the ropes and into a spear against the airborne ribs of Jordan, knocking both men down to the mats with a devastating crash.
Greyson: OOOOOH MY GAAAAAHD!
Sparkles: Tell me I didn’t just see that happen!
Greyson: Jordan was trying…he was trying…Good lord I can barely even describe it. Jordan was attempting to leap from the barricade back to the apron but then Ba’al dove out of the ring and caught him with a spear while Jordan was lunging off the barrier.
The fans inside of the Manhattan Center are standing and unleashing a loud holy shit chant based on what they just witnessed. Many have their hands on top of their heads, and you better believe those heads are shaking in response to that rib shattering spear. Andre grips at his mid-section, understandably in a lot of pain while Ba’al is getting to his feet and towering over his opponent. Just as Ba’al’s confidence grows he finds it shattered when Alana comes rushing across the apron and dives off into a blockbuster neck breaker, catching Ba’al around the neck and pulling him down into the move while she also crashes into Jordan’s ribs with a senton splash.
Greyson: And Alana follows it up with a move JUST as breathtaking!
Sparkles: Yeah, pretty sure neither Jordan nor Ba’al will be able to breathe after that one.
Everyone in the building stands in recognition of that last series of moves, with the exception of Hunter Locke. The impact the back of his head took with the barrier results in a laceration that is sending blood oozing down his shoulders and spine. It seems like he was concussion by the collision with the barrier hence why Rachel Foxx and Decay, who had been ringside throughout this match swoop in and lend aid to the Head of SIN security. They help him up to his feet and realize he is in urgent need of care, acting as crutches as they lead him up the ramp and towards the backstage area.
Greyson: Now where’s Hunter going?
Sparkles: I think he busted his head on the barricade.
Greysn: If Ba’al’s partner is being escorted out of here, that-that means neither he, Alana or Jordan are wrestling with tag team partners.
Ba’al, Starr and Jordan are too banged up to care if they have partners in this match or not. Alana struggles to her feet with the aid of the apron then rolls Ba’al inside. She crawls towards the SIN Champion and drops into the lateral press.
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Ba’al manages to get his shoulder up.
Alana rises to her feet and eyes the nearest turnbuckle, beginning to scale it to the top rope.
Greyson: Now Starr is going to the top, and good lord who knows what she might have planned should she come off that corner.
Starr steadies herself on the top rope and prepares to flip back onto the waiting body of Ba’al only to have Jordan lunge to the apron in front of her, and then leap into the air so that his leg swings up and cracks Alana right in the forehead. The shot knocks Alana off of her feet and causes her to drop back hanging in the tree of woe. A position that Ba’al immediately takes advantage of, rushing across the ring, leaping into the air and delivering a hanging dropkick right to Alana’s chin.
Ba’al then rolls away from Alana who is still hanging in the tree of woe and is none the wiser that Andre is crawling the very corner that she’s dangling out of. He stands on the top of the turnbuckle and waits for Ba’al to turn around. The second the World Champion spins towards the corner Dre comes flying out of it and crashes into Ba’al with a big crossbody block. The impact inflicts just as much damage on Ba’al as it does on Jordan. He immediately curls into the fetal position, gripping at his ribs which are still suffering the strain of that spectacular spear.
It seems as if Andre is going to have a very difficult time following up on that crossbody given the condition of his ribs.
Although the fans should be focused on Dre’s plight, their eyes are instead captivated by the man making his way down the ramp. A man that nobody thought they’d see play a role in this match. A man carrying a giant crucifix over his shoulder.
Greyson: Is that-is that…SCOTT CANNON!?!
Cannon makes his way down the ramp with the very cross he was crucified upon loaded over his shoulder. He drops the huge cross at ringside and leans it against the apron before dragging himself up and into the corner…the corner of his team, extending his hand towards Ba’al for the tag.
Greyson: What is…what is Scott Cannon doing here?
Sparkles: We saw him crucified by Ba’al earlier and taken out of the Tag Team Tournament.
Greyson: But now it-now it-now it looks like he’s out here TRYING to get a tag from Ba’al!?!
Sparkles: He wants in this match.
A shaken up Ba’al crawls away from Jordan, having no real inclination where he is headed. All he knows is that there’s a hand extended towards him, one he instinctively reaches out to tap. Once Ba’al gets within range of that hand though, it balls up into a fist and Scott swings it right into Ba’al’s chin.
Greyson: You fool Ba’al…you fool!
Sparkles: Cannon never had any intention of teaming with Ba’al.
The blow to the face knocks Ba’al to his back and now Cannon is limping around the ringside area and climbing up into the corner of Team EPIC. Since Gavin isn’t there to make a tag to Andre, in this, Dre’s hour of need, Scott is offering his services as a surrogate partner.
Greyson: Now Scott is in Andre’s corner asking for a tag.
Sparkles: This guy has got a major screw lose.
A wincing Jordan gets to a knee and spots Scott desperately trying to get the tag so he can get his hands on Ba’al. However, Jordan will NOT tag him in, refusing to trust Cannon. Instead Andre turns his focus back to Ba’al, albeit a second too late. Ba’al lunges into the air and drives his knee square into Andre’s chin, sending him spiraling back and into Alana who is now seated on the corner she was just hanging from. She catches Jordan around the neck then leaps off the corner into the tornado DDT, spiking Andre right on top of his head.
Scott now leaps off the apron, rushes around the ring and leaps up into Alana’s corner, where he extends his hand BEGGING for a tag.
Greyson: Now Scott’s in Alana’s corner!
Sparkles: Would it be legal if she tags out to him? I mean, would that make Scott and Alana tag team partners?
Greyson: I don’t know, good God help me, I don’t KNOW.
A wounded Alana sits up and looks at the hand covered in a Kevlar glove stretching out from her corner. Instinctively Starr begins to crawl towards it, absent mindedly reaching out and slapping the palm.
Greyson: Alana tagging in Cannon!
Sparkles: Watch out Ba’al.
The World Champion turns around just in time to be caught with a devastating clothesline by Cannon. The blow sends Ba’al crashing into the canvas then rolling across it. He stands up and rushes at Scott only to be hit with a running boot square across the cheek. As a result of this collision Ba’al goes spiraling down to the canvas, landing a few inches away from a kneeling Andre. Jordan struggles along to his feet looking a little worse for wear, and none the wiser that Cannon and Ba’al are brawling a few inches away from him.
No, Jordan doesn’t realize what’s happening in the ring because he’s more focused on what’s happening OUTSIDE of the ring. Solomon and El Cuchillo, the very same two men who have aided Alana Starr several times over the past few months, lunge onto the ring aprons, capturing Andre’s focus. Andre rushes right at the man who choked him with a piano wire a few weeks ago on Riot, knocking Solomon off the apron. Cuchillo tries to get in the ring only to have Dre rush in and drive a knee into the side of his body, knocking him to the outside mats as well.
Greyson: La Tigra’s army trying to get in the ring and get at Jordan.
Sparkles: They’re attempting to help Alana out again.
Greyson: But Andre has them neutralized.
Jordan has taken both men off the apron before turning towards another individual of Spanish descent leaping onto the apron clothed in a white suit.
Greyson: Wait! Who’s that!?!
The individual clad in ivory duds, catches Jordan by the back of the head and leaps off the apron, dragging Jordan’s throat down into the top rope. His head snaps back and he goes spiraling towards Ba’al and Cannon.
Scott has Ba’al stood up and is now closing the distance between them with the roaring elbow. However, Ba’al ducks down out of the way, causing the elbow Cannon had aimed at his face to crush Jordan’s skull instead. Andre collapses to his back with Cannon standing over him looking conflicted by his actions. Cannon now turns back towards Ba’al and receives a harsh thrust kick across the chin for his troubles, the blow knocking Scott off of his feet and landing across Andre’s chest.
Greyson: Hold on a minute…wait…wait!
Referee Ficklebottom, who hadn’t noticed the interference of La Tigra’s goons, finally spins around to acknowledge the pin being made by Cannon. Ficklebottom drops into position and makes the three count.
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The Manhattan Center ignites, the crowd leaping to their feet with dropped jaws as they witness Cannon pinning Jordan.
Greyson: Wait-wait-wait!
Sparkles: Cannon just…Cannon just….
Greyson: He just pinned Jordan.
The fans are blown away at this sight, wondering what just happened, how this just happened. The referee returns to the ring with the Tag Team Title belts in his hands, dropping one across a barely conscious Cannon’s chest then forking the other into the anticipatory hands of Alana.
A huge grins forms across Alana’s face as she takes possession of the Tag Team Title.
Greyson: Cannon and Starr, they’re the NEW Tag Team Champions!
Sparkles: How in the hell is this possible?
Greyson: Well all of Alana’s partners were taken out before this match and then Starr was the only one willing to tag in Cannon when he came out here….you know what, let’s skip with the explanations and just go with it.
Sparkles: But….
Greyson: Stop asking questions!
Sparkles: Fine.
Ba’al rolls to the outside of the ring at this point, glaring into the squared circle where Cannon is regaining his senses, sitting up on the canvas with the Tag Title belt hanging from his forearm. At the same time Alana is leaning against the ropes clutching her new championship. Her eyes slowly drift to the outside of the ring where Solomon, El Cuchillo, and the man in the white suit are watching with grins.
Scott: Where are you going Frost!?!
Scott finally gets his shit together, throwing aside the Tag Team Title belt that was given to him and instead clutching a microphone. He uses to shout at Ba’al, who was already half way up the ramp.
Scott: You and I are not through yet mate. You put me on that cross (points to the giant wooden crucifix he left at ringside) and I’m intent on returning the favor. I made a promise to Taylor, and believe it or not, I am a man of my word.
Ba’al almost chuckles over this insinuation, and he laughs even harder at the prospect of Scott’s challenge. He outright ignores Cannon, marching to the backstage area. Scott picks up the Tag Team Title strap he just won, but only so he can use it as a weapon. He rolls to the outside of the ring and barrels up the ramp, stalking Ba’al into the backstage area.
Although her NEW Tag Team partner just abandoned the ring, Alana remains inside of it, holding her Tag Team Title in one hand and the X-Class Title in the other. She approaches the man she just took the Tag Title away from, stooping over a motionless Andre. At the same time El Cuchillo, Solomon and the man in white are sliding into the ring and surrounding Dre as well. Cuchillo holds Andre up by his chin while Solomon and the man in white stretch his arms out to his sides, rendering the already unconscious Jordan defenseless.
Alana: It looks like I won’t have to slap your mother in her ugly face after-all.
Alana states while holding the gold plate of the Tag belt centimeters from Dre’s nose.
Alana: Because I have the feeling that seeing me with THIS…(Alana throws the belt over her shoulder)….is really going to hurt you.
Alana goes to walk away with the X-Class Title and Tag Team Titles in her possession before stopping and looking back at Dre in order to offer one last comment.
Alana: See you at the End of the year Special….THUG.
BACKSTAGE
Silas: I can’ say I’m very happy. Flyboy shouldn’t have been in any condition to go out there and win the Tag Team Titles.
Marie Jones, Brittany Lohan and Sienna Swann take their scolding from Silas Mason. All three of these dangerous and destructive ladies stand in the corridor listening to Silas preach.
Silas: Tonight was supposed to be all about showing Scott that he needs us. All about making him come to his senses, but I see now, we took it too easy on ‘em. We won’t be makin’ that mistake again. Not with the rest of our targets for the night.
Marie: Ladies, earlier tonight I was SCREWED out of the Tag Team Tournament, but Silas World can still salvage a win here on Riot.
Silas: A win against that twisted bitch Serenity and her friends.
Brittany Lohan’s blue eyes narrow into a scowl when hearing her sister’s name mentioned.
Marie: We’ve got a plan for Serenity this evening that is…..
Lohan: Hold on-hold on-hold on….We NEED to talk.
”The Blue Eyed Devil” has heard enough plots against her sister.
Silas: Baby Blue, I figured you might speak up when we stared plottin’ on yer sister.
Lohan: Do me one favor, Silas, just one favor, stay away from Serenity. Katelyn put her through enough stress already.
Marie: Whoa-whoa? You’re asking us for to go easy on your sister when she broke one of your ribs with a crowbar attack two weeks ago? Are you….mental?
Lohan: My sister made a mistake when she used this (raises crowbar) on me, just one of many mistakes she’s made since coming to the IWC. But I’m not about to give up on her.
Marie: Well….
Lohan: And I don’t appreciate the fact that you implicated me in setting her up on the last NewAge either. I wanted to talk to her, I wanted us to put an end to our differences before things went any further, but you called me out of that room where I was supposed to be meeting with her just….
Silas: Just to do what ya don’t have the strength to do.
Lohan: Wha….wha…what?
Lohan almost laughs off the notion of ‘weakness.’
Silas: Face it Baby Blue, Serenity is a feral animal that needs to be put down.
Marie: She’s Old Yeller, and your little Travis holding the rifle, you just don’t have the courage to pull the trigger.
Silas: Exactly.
Lohan: I don’t believe…..no…just no….Abi is not too far gone, I can still talk her down off that ledge. Just give me that chance, you owe me that much.
Though reluctant Marie and Silas consider the offer, the two joining in a huddle that purposely excludes Lohan, keeping her out of their circle.
Silas: Alrigh’ Baby Blue. Ya did a good job on flyboy tonight. So I guess Baby Spice and I can give ya a chance to talk yer sister down.
Marie: If you want to go to the ring and talk to Serenity, FINE. But we won’t be there to protect you.
Lohan: I won’t need any protection.
This statement is emphasized by the crowbar that Lohan raises into view before swinging it into her free palm.
Lohan: I’ll get through to Abigail, and if I can’t, then I’LL deal with her.
COMMERCIAL
BACKSTAGE
With Brittany Lohan no longer at her side cameras now capture Marie Jones openly plotting, but it isn’t with her fellow Silas World members. Instead Marie is standing beside a large armored vehicle talking to two police officers. Greyson Lovejoy and Sparkles give their take on this bizarre scene.
Greyson: Erm, why is Marie Jones talking to those officers?
Sparkles: Oh no. You don’t-you don’t think she called the police over one pair of underpants missing from her gym bag do you?
Greyson: For you sake, I prey not.
IN RING
Lohan: You’re probably asking yourselves what brings the Blue Eyed Devil out here tonight.
That is just one of a thousand questions at the forefront of the fans’ minds when seeing Brittany Lohan in the middle of the ring, clasping a microphone and a crowbar. Serenity’s sister paces with a look of agitation in her features.
Lohan: I’m out here to clear up a few miscommunications between you and I, Abigail…or am I supposed to call you Serenity now? I want to know what you like to be called so I can avoid a few more busted ribs. Why don’t you come on out to this ring and clarify things for me, Abi? How about you explain what you did to me two weeks ago with my very own crowbar? Because I’m having a lot of trouble understanding it. I really don’t see why you would try to take out the one person in your life who has been a rock. I’ve been there for you no matter what. And how do you repay me, you break my ribs….
Serenity: And you got your payback, right?
There is quite the unique reaction for Serenity, who is met with loud cheers and a smattering of boos upon stepping to the stage. Serenity gets the type of reaction only she can elicit, both from the fans and from her intimidating sister stood dead center of the ring.
Serenity: I busted your ribs, and you lured me backstage to have me thrown in the cage. Seems to me we’re even.
Lohan: Abi, I had noooothing to do with that. I would never…NEVER hurt you.
Serenity: And why’s that, you think I need protection?
There are no qualms shown by Serenity as she climbs up onto the apron and glares over the ropes at the woman who has crippled more people than polio.
Serenity: See, you still haven’t got the point, have you? I don’t need you to protect me. I don’t need you to mettle in my business.
She slides through the ropes and emphasizes her point by stepping straight up into Lohan’s face, coming nose to nose with a woman who strikes fear into the hearts of even the darkest souls.
Serenity: How many of your ribs do I have to break before you get the point? I don’t need you in my life and I don’t want you in my life.
This powerful statement is punctuated by Serenity’s attempt to exit the ring only to find her wrist caught by the hook of the crowbar in Lohan’s clutches. Lohan pulls back on the crowbar, causing Serenity to spin back around to face her.
Lohan: Cute, Abi, real cute. You think that’s it, huh? That we’re all through here? We’re not. Because you do need me. If I wasn’t there for your protection, you would still be marrying a WHORE.
Serenity: I’m sick of hearing about Katelyn. She made a mistake with Silas….
Lohan: No, you’re the one making a mistake trying to cut me out of your life. Without me who knows what’s going to happen to…..
Marie: Don’t worry Brittany, I still appreciate you.
As if this moment needed anymore tension. Oh well, because that’s exactly what Marie Jones brings to the table, TENSION. She steps to the stage, with a grin heinous enough to send fans searching for barf bags. But she doesn’t come to that stage alone, there are also two police officers stepping out behind her.
Marie: If it wasn’t for you, I’m not sure I could have got Serenity trapped in the ring where my associates here could place her under arrest.
Lohan’s blue eyes widen and Serenity’s eyes narrow on the beating veins in Marie’s throat.
Marie: Based on the court transcripts Silas made a matter of public record, I had all the evidence I required from Abigail’s testimony to press charges against her for unlawful imprisonment and conspiring to commit identity theft. So the long arm of the law is here to take you into custody, and it would be wise that you do not resist.
The police officers close in on the ring, hands tentatively wrapped around the grips of their pistols. Even as she’s surrounded by police, Serenity never removes her eyes from Marie.
Lohan: Hold on-hold on-hold on.
Brittany is about to do what she does best, stand up for family, but before she can take out these police officers, Serenity raises a hand to her sister’s chest, restraining her. Soon it’s Serenity who finds herself restrained though, cuffs being slipped over her wrists and her arms being forced behind her back. She kicks her blond hair back away from her masked face, making sure she gets an unobstructed view of the blood curdling grin on Marie’s face as Serenity is led up the ramp by her shackled wrists. Ultimately Marie and Serenity stand at eye level, the two awkwardly staring each other for a few moments before the police escort their captive through the curtains to the backstage area.
Marie: Thanks again Brittany. Couldn’t have done it without you.
Lohan seethes in the ring and if Marie doesn’t dash to the backstage fast enough, Lohan will be standing over Jones’ mangled body. Marie hurries through the curtains the second that Lohan throws a leg through the ropes and puts a foot on the apron. She’s a moment away from bolting up the ramp and doing everything in her power to save Serenity, but her knee is suddenly clipped. She no sooner puts her boot through the ropes before Sebastian Knight comes rushing out of the crowd, rushing across the mats, and rushing shoulder first right into the crease of Lohan’s leg. Brittany trips over backwards and lands spine first across the apron.
The vengeful Knight pursues payback on Brittany for the year she took off of his career. He grabs Lohan by the legs and drags her off the apron, where the two begin to go back and forth with punches between each other’s faces.
Greyson: Serenity arrested and now Sebastian Knight and Brittany Lohan fighting at ringside.
Sparkles: They’re not waiting until the End of the Year Special and that Crowbar on the Pole Match.
Greyson: It’s on right now.
The shift to the backstage area is poorly timed, causing the crowd to miss out on all the violence in the ring where Knight and Lohan are still going back and forth.
BACKSTAGE
Officer: You have the right to remain silent, anything you say and do can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney….
The Miranda Rights are recited by the police officers guiding Serenity through the parking lot in the direction of the huge truck parked several feet away. The back doors are opened to accommodate the prisoner about to be placed inside of the armored vehicle.
Marie: I can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting to see you pay for what you did to me.
Serenity doesn’t even look back at Marie Jones, who gloats as she follows from behind at a distance.
Marie: Do you regret it, Abi? Do you regret helping my sister imprison me and steal my identity? Well?
Serenity: Oh I have regrets alright….
At last she breaks her silence, just as she’s being forced into the back of the armored truck and the doors begin to swing shut behind her.
Serenity: I regret that your sister Kim didn’t just finish you off when she had the chance.
Marie: Oh, you’ll have far more to regret by the end of the night.
Marie steps up onto the rear running board of the armored truck and stares through the bulletproof glass patrician allowing her a view of the cuffed Serenity imprisoned inside.
Marie: For instance, you’ll regret not asking the police who’ve detained you to show you proper identification.
A pouting Marie lowers her head, intentionally protruding her lower lip as far as it will go.
Marie: Because who knows, you might have realized they’re not actually officers.
Serenity’s face suddenly leaps into view, standing on the opposite side of the patrician with a stare that threatens to melt the glass separating her from Marie.
Marie: You don’t realize just how deep Silas’ pockets are, do you? He got this nice armored truck for me, and two of the best character actors money can buy.
A grinning Marie slaps the steel reinforced sides of the truck.
Marie: I could have had you arrested, sure, but it would be a lot more fun to force you to watch your crimes come back to haunt you.
A black mask slides out of Marie’s pocket, the very same mask worn by Serenity. The black fabric is now placed around Marie’s eyes.
Marie: You know what they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery…..HAHAHAHA.
COMMERCIAL
BACKSTAGE
Willow: We have to save Serenity.
The three ladies who have been seen alongside Serenity for several weeks come into view. Willow Wilkes and Jessika hold the wrists of Cassidy Haze, guiding the monster through the backstage area as they search for their ‘arrested’ partner in crime.
Jessika: Should we get some bail money together?
Willow: I don’t think we’ll need it.
Jessika: Why’s that?
Willow: Because I don’t think those were police officers who took Serenity.
Jessika: Really? How can you tell?
Willow: There was just something off about them.
Cassidy: I hope we find Marie before we find Serenity.
Jessika: You have such plans for her, don’t you?
Cassidy: Hmmm…
The three get closer to the area where Serenity was taken before being forced into captivity within an armored car. They are seemingly on the brink of tracking down their friend, stepping past an adjacent and shadowy corridor. The moment they move past it, a figure suddenly emerges from this corridor with a baseball bat in hand, swinging the top of it directly into Cassidy’s ribs. Haze groans and doubles over her mid-section before her attacker swings the bat over her spine, dropping her to a knee. Wilkes and Jessika quickly rush in and prevent any further harm from befalling Cassidy at the hands of….Serenity?
The very woman they were out to save has now taken out one of their own. Serenity, in her leather gear and leather mask, stands over Haze with the bat hanging form her palm and a twisted grin etched across her face.
Jessika: WHY!?!
Serenity says nothing, she just licks her lips and walks away.
IN RING
Lohan: Dammit Marie, what are you thinking?
The menacing Lohan paces the ring, piercing blue eyes focused on the entry way. Greyson and Sparkles chime in from the commentators table, TRYING to put this madness into perspective for the fans.
Greyson: Brittany Lohan STILL in the ring in spite of having that fight with Sebastian Knight right before the break. But she looks more upset that her Silas World teammate, Marie Jones, had Serenity arrested.
Sparkles: I don’t know what got into this bitch, but I know what I’d like to put inside her.
Greyson: SPARKLES! You won’t be content until you’ve gotten us both killed, will you.
Sparkles: One of us killed at least.
It seems only one person here tonight has earned Lohan’s homicidal wrath.
Lohan: You and I are going to have a conversation, Marie. And Abi, you have to know I had NOTHING to do with having you arrested, that’s entirely on Marie and Silas. I’ll handle this, but right now I’ll handle you, Sebastian Knight. You’re one feral animal I WILL take care of. You came out here and attacked me when my guard was lowered, but let’s see how well you fair when you face me straight on. I want a fight, and I’m not leaving this ring until I get it. And if you’re not man enough to answer my challenge, Knight, then the top brass had better send someone out here. Because I swear to God, if I don’t get an opportunity to work out my frustrations in this ring at this very moment I’ll…..
Like a cow being lowered into a pit of hungry raptors, an already wounded Eric Sailes finds himself being pushed through the curtains by several stagehands. Although he’s still hurting from the beating he took in his earlier matches against JaMarcus Avery and Mya Denton, Sailes still staggers along towards the ring, just not of his own volition.
Sparkles: Oh this is hysterical. This is PRICLESS!
Greyson: Eric Sailes being sent to the ring AGAIN!
Sparkles: He fought JaMarcus Avery earlier tonight and fought Mya Denton as well. He got his ass absolutely handed to him both times.
Greyson: I don’t think he’s gonna fair any better in this encounter. The IWC just feeding him to Lohan to placate this woman’s animalistic desires.
BRITTANY LOHAN VS. ERIC SAILES
It’s pretty obvious that Eric is regretting have set foot in the arena tonight, and he’s gonna regret putting his foot in the ring even more. He no sooner steps through cables before Lohan rushes across the ring and caves in his skull with the Yakuza Kick. The stiff and powerful blow sends Sailes twisting down to the canvas and plopping straight on his face. Lohan doesn’t keep him in that position for long, swooping in, hooking both of Eric’s arms and then driving him into the canvas via the Final Solution. Sailes’ whole body goes absolutely limp. But there is no rest for the weary. Sailes finds himself seated upon the canvas with his head now trapped in the Buffalo Sleeper, resulting in an instantaneous tap out.
Greyson: It’s over that fast!?!
Sparkles: Seriously Lovejoy, you’re surprised by this?
Greyson: No, probably shouldn’t be.
Sparkles: Lohan beat Sailes quicker than Avery pinned him earlier tonight.
Mangling Sailes just doesn’t quench Lohan’s appetite for destruction. She throws down the unconscious Knight to the canvas and then picks up the microphone, returning it to her snarling lips.
Lohan: That’s it? You think that’s going to buy me off? I’m just getting myself warmed up. So who are you going to send out next, huh? Who’s the next lil lamb to be lead to the slaugh….
Knight: You want a fight mate?
The crowd has a loud response for Sebastian Knight, who steps through the curtains to the stage trailed by his agent Tabitha Silverstone and now griping a microphone.
Knight: Well I’m fine with not waiting until the End of the Year Special for our match, the sooner I get my hands on you, the better.
Knight is already off and running towards the ring before Lohan can even give him an answer.
Greyson: Sebastian Knight and Brittany Lohan scheduled to face off in a Crowbar on a Pole match at the End of the Year Special, but their locking up right here and right now.
BRITTANY LOHAN VS. SEBASTIAN KNIGHT
Sebastian slides into the ring with Tabitha pausing at the apron and cheering her client on. The instant Knight gets into the squared circle he swings the crowbar in his hands straight at Lohan’s face, but Brittany ducks under it and then waits for Sebastian to turn around to deliver the yakuza kick. But Knight baseball slides right under the boot directed at his face. He then leaps to his feet behind Brittany and once again finds himself on the cusp of swinging the crowbar, raising the weapon above his head and charging at his target. Brittany side steps him and pushes Knight along into the ropes, Sebastian bouncing off the cables stomach first and then staggering back into Brittany’s waiting arms. She catches him around the waist and snaps back into the German suplex.
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Knight manages to get his shoulder off the canvas and roll over backwards to his feet, dropping the crowbar in the process. The weapon finds its way up into the hands of Lohan, who will put it to such destructive and devastating use. She rears back on the weapon in the process of charging at Knight, who lunges from his knees skull first into Lohan’s ribs. Lohan doubles over grabbing at her stomach while Knight rises in front of her and delivers a powerful European Uppercut, the shot sending her stumbling back. Somehow Lohan remains upright, prompting Knight to take off into the ropes, ricochet off and build momentum into ANOTHER running European Uppercut. This blow is even more powerful than the last, but Lohan is STILL upright.
Greyson: I’m more than a little surprised here to see these two going at it tonight when they have that big pay-per-view match slated to go down at the End of the Year Special.
Sparkles: Their a couple of eager beavers.
Greyson: I can’t blame Knight for being impatient when it comes to getting his hands on Lohan. She cost him a year of his career AND his marriage.
Sparkles: That’s not fair, marriage is P.O.T.
Greyson: P.O.T?
Sparkles: Puntang On Tap.
Greyson: Why did I HAVE to seek an explanation?
Lohan is staggered but not down, forcing Knight to take it up a notch. He rushes into the ropes, bounces off and comes charging back in for ANOTHER European Uppercut only to have Lohan counter by putting a big boot into Knight’s inbound arm. Her opponent spins away from her and into the ropes, Knight leaping onto the middle rope, springing off then twisting into a springboard diving European Uppercut that at last takes Lohan off of her feet.
Knight then rolls along into the ropes, rests his body weight on top of them and warily watches from the corner of his eye as Lohan rises to her feet. The second she does get up Knight charges in and grabs her around the head, going for the swinging neckbreaker, but Lohan twists right out of it and wedges her back to Knight’s back. She pulls him straight down into the backslide.
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With mere seconds remaining before he tastes defeat at the hands of Lohan, Knight gets his shoulder up, rolling over backwards onto his feet. The moment he stands, Lohan almost decapitates him with the roaring double axehandle smash. The blow absolutely crushes Knight’s face knocking him to the canvas and giving Lohan the opportunity to gloat as she towers above him. All of her gloating, which are more-so taunts than anything else, are directed at Tabitha.
Lohan: This is what you’ve been waiting a year for? Begging for?
Tabitha tries to ignore Lohan and instead rally behind Knight, who is working his way to his feet with the aid of the ropes. He doesn’t get very far before Lohan steps in, takes him around the waist and goes for the German suplex only to have Knight clasp onto the top cable. He refuses to be pulled over and into the move, forcing Lohan to begin delivering clubbing shot after clubbing shot across Knight’s spine. She then takes him around the waist and goes for the German again only to get an elbow to her eye. Knight sends Lohan stumbling back, palming at her face while Sebastian turns with his back to the cables, about to bounce off the ropes and take Lohan out.
He hits the ropes alright, but to Knight it feels like the ropes just hit back. A baseball bat swings right into the upper spine of Knight, swung by of all people….SERENITY!?!
Greyson: The hell?
Sparkles: LEATHER!
Greyson: Focus on what Serenity just did, not what she’s wearing.
The fans find themselves rendered speechless at the sight of Serenity bludgeoning the back of Knight’s head with the baseball bat, causing the official to signal for the bell. The masked Serenity watches from the apron as Knight stumbles forward into the waiting boot that nails him in the ribs. Lohan catches him with the kick and follows it up with something far more devastating, the Final Solution. The tiger bomb lays Knight out, rendering him motionless, but Lohan does not go for the pin on account of her sister entering the ring with baseball bat still in hand. Serenity runs her hand through her long blonde locks and then uses that hand to twiddle her fingers in waving fashion towards a confused Lohan.
Lohan: What are you doing?
Serenity: You’re welcome Sis.
Lohan: How did you get away from the police?
Serenity fields no questions, she’s just rolls to the outside of the ring and starts up the ramp only to have Brittany charge up behind her and grab her shoulder.
Lohan: Talk to me, Abi.
Brittany hadn’t counted on Serenity showing up throughout this impromptu match, she hadn’t counted on Serenity coming to her aid, and she hadn’t counted on ripping Serenity’s entire scalp off when mistakenly grabbing her hair instead of her shoulder. Serenity keeps on walking even as her wig is pulled off with the mask dangling from it. Both items now hang from Brittany’s palm and her blue eyes cut from the mask to the shocked face of Marie Jones. It at last dawns on Marie that her disguise has been plucked right off of her head, a fact she only recognizes when she reaches up and feels at the area around her eyes, realizing that the mask is gone.
Greyson: Wait-wait-wait, am I seeing this?
Sparkles: Serenity was Marie Jones all along?
Greyson: Why didn’t I design you with half a brain? Marie was IMPERSONATING Serenity.
Marie turns towards Lohan and offers no explanation for her actions other than a grin and a shrug of her shoulders.
Lohan: What have you done?
Marie: I made your sister feel my pain.
BACKSTAGE
Serenity: Hey…..hey handsome.
Try as they may, the two actors impersonating police officers cannot help but to be drawn towards the magnetic personality of Serenity. They stand just outside of the armored truck Serenity is locked inside of, attempting to keep their eyes front and center but finding it harder and harder to do so given Serenity’s come hither tone. Eventually the two turn and look up into the bulletproof glass window Serenity is peering towards.
Serenity: Hi gorgeous. I’m feeling a little dehydrated. Would it be too much to ask for to get a drink?
The actors peer in one another’s directions before shrugging.
Klein: Be careful with that one my children.
The actors veer eyes from one another to the man now passing by, Spencer Klein, advisor of the NEW Blacklist. Normally his presence is jarring enough, but the addition of a black suit and a white clerical collar makes Spencer stand out a bit more than usual.
Klein: I’m presiding over one funeral already this evening, not sure I’ll have time for three. So do be careful gents.
Spencer winks in the direction of Serenity peeking out from the armored truck then straightens his clerical collar and comes strolling towards the ring. He adjusts the bible tucked under his armpit as he prepares to conduct perhaps the most sacrilegious act in IWC history.
COMMERCIAL
BACKSTAGE
Marie: I hope she enjoyed the show.
In spite of a major hiccup being thrown into her plan Marie Jones can still smile as she strolls along in her Serenity inspired leather get-up. Her grin only grows the closer she gets to the armored truck that has kept Serenity contained throughout the night.
Marie: Did you get a chance to see it Serenity? Huh? Did the ‘coppers’ provide you with a tablet to let you watch as I shattered your pathetic world?
An eager Marie leaps onto the running board of the armored truck and peers through the bulletproof window. All at once her laughter ends and her grin fades away, seeing something inside of the truck she had not anticipated.
Marie: No…..
She quickly opens the back doors of the armored truck and finds two bodies lying inside, neither of which being Serenity. The very same gentlemen she had impersonating police officers are strewn across the steel flooring with their frames mangled and left motionless. A seething Marie swings the truck doors shut.
Marie: Aaaaaabbbbiiiiggaaail….
IN RING
A black wreath is set up in the corner of the ring with several burning candles situated around it. The flames highlight the picture of Aaron Harrison centered inside of the wreath. A small alter seems to have been set up in tribute to the Blacklist member who was locked inside of a crate and set fire to several over a month ago. Greyson Lovejoy and Sparkles sound equally as confused by this bizarre set up within the ring.
Greyson: I guess the rumors were true, Sparkles.
Sparkles: That Jamie Lee Curtis was born with both sets of sexual organs?
Greyson: No, that Kellen Jeffries has a funeral planned for Aaron Harrison here tonight.
Sparkles: Oh, then Kellen’s burying a man who was born with no sex organs at all.
Greyson: Still holding a grudge against Harrison I see.
Sparkles: The man almost kicked the cotton stuffing out of me.
Greyson: Well I think he suffered enough for doing that, Sparkles He was locked inside of a crate and set fire to by Kellen Jeffries and Spencer Klein.
Klein: Dearly beloved….
The jarring visual of Spencer Klein clothed in a black suit and clerical collar has the crowd wincing. Many eyes avert from the unholy vision of Klein making his way down the ramp with a bible in one hand and a microphone in the other. Spencer makes his way up the steps and into the ring where the black wreath and shrine has been set in place for Harrison.
Klein: I understand you are gathered here for the purposes of closure. You want to say farewell, or most cases, say ‘good riddance,’ to Mr. Aaron Harrison. Don’t worry, each of Mr. Harrison’s past victi….I mean, FRIENDS, will have the opportunity to eulogize their lost acquaintance. Before they have that opportunity though, I would like to share my own thoughts on Mr. Harrison, given our closeness and long history together.
Spencer steps to a podium placed several inches away from the shrine. He pretends to dab his eyes and choke back his emotions before opening up about Harrison.
Klein: Many of you are well aware of the turbulent history between Harrison and I. It’s no secret that we had our fair share of problems stemming from Aaron’s stubborn refusal to abandon attachment to others, namely his former fiancée, Mika Kozlov. Yet in spite of all of our problems, I always had some degree of sympathy for Aaron. He honestly believed that his jaded past could be overlooked and that he could live a normal life. But men like Mr. Harrison, can never be normal, and there will always be those he wronged coming back to remind him of his checkered history. I’d like to introduce one of those men, one of those reminders that Harrison could never move on and be normal given the sins of his past….So everyone, please welcome the man who arranged this funeral….Mr. Kellen Jeffries!
”Cocky” plays through the PA system and there he is, Kellen Jeffries, clad in a black suit and clutching something tucked under his arm. He doesn’t even wait to reach the ring before beginning his eulogy. The moment his entrance music cuts out, his words replace these tunes.
Kellen: I just want to start off my eulogy by apologizing….apologizing for my actions. I ask for forgiveness.
The fans are shocked to hear remorse in Kellen’s tone.
Kellen: Wait-wait, before you get confused, I’m not asking forgiveness for the part I played in the torching of Aaron Harrison, I’m asking for forgiveness for forcing you people to be reminded that Harrison ever existed. I know it would be so easy to remove Harrison from your minds and forget about the man entirely, and I’m fairly confident that many of you HAVE scrubbed him from your minds, but I refuse to let Harrison just fade into obscurity. The man had a huge impact on my life.
Kellen slides into the ring, still holding something under his arm, being very careful with it.
Kellen: If it weren’t for Harrison, I never would have met Spencer Klein. He brought the two of us together.
Spencer beams with pride.
Kellen: And Harrison’s attempts to take my career actually strengthened me. They made me into the man you see before you today, the unbreakable machine, the remorseless and uncompassionate man who no longer obeys his conscious. So I owe quite the debt to Harrison for setting fire to me over a year ago. Yes, wrap your minds around that, I’m actually thanking Aaron Harrison for taking a bottle of liquor, dousing me in it and then throwing a burning lighter onto my back and setting me on fire. It actually HELPED ME. And I only wish Harrison could have benefited from my incendiary acts in the same way that I benefited. Unfortunately, when I set fire to Harrison, I didn’t make the same mistake he did when he lit me ablaze. There was nothing left of Aaron after I locked him in that crate and set it on fire. Nothing left but the ashes held in this urn.
The object Kellen has stuffed under his arm is raised, revealing an urn.
Kellen: Contained within this jar are the final remnants of a man who CANNOT be forgotten. If you stop remembering him, then you will stop remembering what I did to him, and that is unacceptable. I waited a year….A YEAR for my revenge on Harrison, and I will not allow my vindication to be forgotten. My wrath deserves recognition today and a thousand days from now. It cannot be ignored, it cannot be erased. You will be reminded of my payback every day until it is scarred into your memories just like the burns scarred into my back. You will never be able to shake the vision of that crate bursting into flames, the screams of the children watching Harrison burn inside, and the smell of his smoldering flesh. You will NEVER forget…WE will never forget.
The urn is lowered down to the canvas and placed in front of the wreath.
Kellen: We will never forget.
Jeffries drops to a knee and makes a pantomimes a cross over his chest.
Klein: Poignant and moving words, Mr. Jeffries. Thank you for that eulogy. Now is there anyone else who would like to pay their respects to the departed Mr. Harrison. If not, we will proceed with Mr. Jeffries’ match against Ember Young….
”Pop, Goes the Weasel” by Laughing Jack hits the speakers and every set of eyes, with the exception of Kellen’s, hit the entry way. Spencer is glaring up the ramp with noticeable unease but Kellen never takes his focus off the urn he kneels before. Not even the sight of Mika Kozlov in a black dress and dark veil can pull Kellen’s eyes form the urn that apparently contains the ashes of Aaron Harrison.
Aaron’s former fiancée, and the woman aided in having set on fire, makes her way down the ramp, giggling beneath her veil and twirling an object between her fingers. She slips through the ropes, careful to protect her long black funeral dress and the object she’s carrying. Once reaching the shrine erected in Harrison’s honor, Mika stoops down and pulls back her hood. She kneels right beside a somber Kellen, the two staring down at the urn and the black rose that Mika places beside it.
Mika: Goodbye my cowboy.
Mika bends forward and places a kiss on the urn.
Mika: Mika will miss you.
BACKSTAGE
Crissy Garner: It finally happens tonight.
Ember Young, the newest acquisition to the IWC, stands between her friends Samantha Raine and Crissy Garner, the trio discussing matters pertaining to Ember’s pending in ring IWC debut. They draw closer to the ring with Ember trying to remain centered and focused.
Samantha: Eager?
Ember: Just want to get it over with. Trying not to think too much about it.
Samantha: Fair enough. Don’t want to get yourself psyched out.
Ember: Exactly.
Crissy: Well let’s give you something else to think about. Like that disgusting Mason Van Stanton guy.
The mere mention of the agent’s name causes Ember to fight back her vomit.
Ember: That’s the LAST thing I want to think about. I can still feel his pervy eyes all over me.
Crissy: Really wish we had caught up with him on NewAge.
Marina: You’re not the only one.
Marina Valdivida, the Hollywood starlet herself, steps into the intended path of Raine, Young and Garner, insisting upon a moment of their time.
Samantha: Excuse you.
Marina: Sorry to get in your way. Just wanted to show a little solidarity.
Crissy and Samantha chuckle.
Samantha: Solidarity? Sweetheart, you’re nowhere near on the same level as the three of us.
Marina: So you say.
Valdivia possesses a thick skin, keeping her from feeling insulted by such verbal jabs.
Marina: I just wanted to tell you that you’re not the only ones disgusted by Mason Van Stanton and regretting letting that slimball slip through their fingers on NewAge.
Samantha: Well you didn’t, now did you?
Ember: We’ll fix that mistake at the End of the Year Special, because I’m officially entered into the Noel Invitational, and not only will I win the whole thing and become number one contender for the Queen of the Ring Title, but then I’ll slap the taste out of that worm Van Stanton’s mouth.
Marina: That sounds great.
Young, Raine and Garner begin to walk towards the ring only to have Marina grab hold of Young’s wrist.
Marina: But you know what sounds even better? Marina Valdivia winning the Noel Invitational, becoming number one contender for the Queen of the Ring Title, and then beating the ugly out of Van Stanton.
Ember: Dream on lil girl, dream on.
Young at last follows her cohorts down the corridor and in the direction of the ring. Marina watches them walk away, but little do they know that Marina is not the only one watching. Mason Van Stanton emerges from an adjacent corridor some distance away, trailed by his client Gloria Noel. While Gloria just looks down at the floor taking deep breaths, Van Stanton gives the group of ladies intent on assaulting him the most repulsed of glares.
Van Stanton: So everyone is jumping at the chance to fall at your hands Noel in our very first Invitational.
Gloria: Yeah-yeah-yeah.
Van Stanton: It’s no surprise to me that all leap at the opportunity to associate with the Noel legacy.
Gloria: Uh-huh.
Van Stanton: I believe with so many eager participants lining up to compete in the Invitational that it’s at last time to properly acquaint them with the rules. Come on my dear.
Van Stanton tugs on Gloria’s wrist and escorts her down the hall and towards the squared circle.
COMMERCIAL
BACKSTAGE
Although it probably violates about a thousand privacy laws, cameras venture into the women’s lockeroom where Marina Valdivia is packing up her belongings to leave, Lilith Evans is busy showering her daughter with affection, and several other ladies are stretching in preparation for their respective dark matches.
Gloria: Here-he, here-he, here-he!
All eyes instantly race to Gloria Noel, a woman forced into the ranks of the Noel family, and forced into making this pending announcement.
Gloria: I am here via request of my agent Mason Van Stanton to inform you all to pay the utmost attention to the ring where Mason Van Stanton will make an announcement regarding an added stipulation to the Noel Invitational. That is all.
Gloria turns to leave before Marina reaches out and places a hand on her shoulder.
Marina: Uhhh, hold on there one second dear.
Gloria brushes the hand away.
Marina: Do you actually LIKE being Mason Van Stanton’s puppet?
Gloria: I’m no one’s puppet.
Marina: That’s strange, because in my opinion, it looks like you aren’t very happy with the actions of your agent.
For a moment Noel goes silent.
Gloria: It’s a complicated situation.
Marina: Then un-complicate it.
Gloria: Hmmm..just watch the ring and wait for Van Stanton’s announcement.
Gloria walks away from she has to endure any more of the advice being given by the ladies in the lockeroom.
KELLEN JEFFRIES VS. EMBER YOUNG
The show returns to the ring where Kellen Jeffries is still kneeling in front of an urn with a lipstick stain on its surface. The shrine for Aaron Harrison’s funeral has been removed from the squared circle and now Spencer Klein is standing on the outside of the ring, glaring inside at his associate Kellen. Greyson and Sparkles are also glaring at the ring from the commentators table, voices trembling with shock in regards to what they just witnessed before the break.
Greyson: Well, what we saw before the commercial break was certainly….something.
Sparkles: I never thought I’d say this, but that funeral actually moved me to tears.
Greyson: You have no tear ducts, Sparkles.
Sparkles: Then what’s seeping out of my eyes.
Greyson: Probably sweat from the hand I have up your rear. Putting your hand in a puppet all night tends to make my hand sweaty.
Sparkles: Oh, gross.
Greyson: Agreed. But no more gross than what we witnessed before the break when Kellen Jeffries and Spencer Klein held a funeral for Aaron Harrison, the man they set on fire four weeks ago on Riot.
Sparkles: It was a moving moment, Greyson.
Greyson: No, it was sickening beyond belief, and I pray that Kellen Jeffries’ opponent this evening, the debuting Ember Young, makes him answer for that deplorable scene we were all just forced to witness.
The arena suddenly goes dark and for a moment it looks like nothing is going to happen, but then lights underneath stage start to slowly fade in and a flicker in a way to simulate the look of the stage being on fire. The fans in the arena break out in to cheering as “My friends say you’re messing with my mind, but I’m already crazy and I feel fine” comes through the speaker system to signal the start of Katie Armiger’s “Playin’ with Fire”.
Sparkles: Oh goodie, a chance to do background vocals.
Greyson: Background vocals?
Sparkles: Yep. And I heard somebody say, “Burn, baby, burn! Disco Inferno!”
Greyson: That’s not even the right song!
Sparkles: Well, maybe next time there’s a fire, you’ll bring marshmallows!
Greyson: After that last segment the last thing I want to talk about our fires, Sparkles.
“As I cross this line between wrong and right, You can’t put this out like a cigarette
Cause I’m already lit and this ain’t done yet, I’ll just bet you’re something I won’t forget
It’s like being in the eye of a hurricane, With the wind and rain crashing all around me”
A spotlight hits the top of the ramp showing Ember standing at the top of the ramp by herself. She is of course wearing a sexy version of a correctional facilities’ jumpsuit that’s made with white fabric with black lettering for the numbers on the left side of the chest and Property of Bad Behavior on the back. The jumpsuit’s pants have been cut down to look more like Daisy Dukes, and she isn’t wearing her over shirt portion as it’s tied around her waist. Instead she’s wearing a black bikini top that’s covered by a white fishnet top.
Sparkles: Okay, what’s it gonna be today, Lovey? Either “I demand solitary confinement with that girl”, “Oooo, Ember’s come to pay me a conjugal visit!”, or “What was her crime? Being that fine? If so, she’s guilty!”. You pick.
Lovejoy: I pick the one where you don’t talk for a bit.
Sparkles: Solitary confinement it is!
“I’m drawn like a moth to flame, Oh and after this I won’t be the same
I know you’re like playing with fire but I like the burn, Momma said I should cut and run
That I’m on the wrong end of this smoking gun, All wrapped up, what’s done is done
I could see it coming from a mile away, I could feel the heat, but there’s no escape”
Ember stands there with her hands on her hips as she bobs her head along with the beat of the song with a smile of pure excitement on her face.
Sparkles (also bobbing to song): Kellen’s bobbing, Ember’s bobbing, I’m bobbing. Oh! Sparkles-Bobbleheads! We’ll make millions!
Greyson: I seriously doubt that.
Sparkles ignores him, continuing to bob his head with Ember. Meanwhile, Ember starts to do a little seductive dance that gets a few cat calls from some of men and women in attendance. There is slight disappointment for the fans when she finally stops her dance and starts to make her way down to the ring. Along her way down to the ring she stops and high fives a few fans and hugs a couple of others, but it ends all to soon when she reaches the ring and has to walk up the ring steps up to the apron. She moves to the center of the center continuing to smile.
“Burn me down, I don’t do things halfway, It’s like being in the eye of a hurricane
With the wind and rain crashing all around me, I’m drawn like a moth to flame
Oh and after this I won’t be the same, I know you’re like playing with fire but I like the burn”
Ember puts both of her hands on to the top rope as she spins around to where her back is up against it. She looks out at the fans for a second before she starts to blow them kisses. Though she doesn’t keep that up for too long as she places her hands back on to the top rope again, but this time so she could lean forward away from the ropes. Then in an instance she throws herself back against the ropes, cutting a back flip in to the ring. Once she is has her balance under check she moves to the corner turnbuckle on the opposite side of the ring and climbs up to the top and starts to blow kisses at the fans on this side of the ring. Just before the lights in the ring return there is a small explosion as a mixture of white and black pyro shoot up from the ring posts.
Sparkles: And now, a half hour later after everyone’s made their entrances, we can start THE MATCH!
Kellen finally rises from his knees and takes the urn that apparently contains Harrison’s ashes, handing them through the ropes to Spencer for safe keeping. The official calls for the bell, but it is barely heard by all before Kellen Jeffries rushes at Ember Young, body splashing her into the turnbuckle. Ember barely has time to register an expression of shock before she is crashed into the turnbuckle.
Greyson: And Kellen wasting no time to start the offensive.
Sparkles: I CALL FOUL! Ember wasn’t ready!
Greyson: You were expecting a warning? “Ready, here I come!”?
Sparkles: Sure.
Greyson: That’s what the bell is for!
Kellen does not cease his attack as he unloads a series of punches to the face and stomach of Ember Young. Grabbing her by the hair, he drops down and monkey tosses her across the ring before pulling himself up and holding his arms out, instantly gaining a series of jeers from the audience.
Kellen: I do this in your loving memory of Aaron Harrison.
He calls out before stomping away at the still dazed Ember. However, Ember does not remain dazed for long, rolling out of the ring to collect her bearings, rubbing her head and neck as she regains her composure. All the while Spencer is pointing and laughing at her, placing the urn with Harrison’s ashes in it on the steel steps.
Greyson: And Ember doing, probably, the smartest thing and rolling out of the ring to collect herself.
Sparkles: She stopped, she dropped and she rolled out of trouble!
Greyson: And Kellen less than impressed.
Inside the ring, Kellen holds his arms up, mocking and laughing at Ember, a similiar set of actions as that of Spencer Klein.
Klein: Too much for you? Hmmm?
Ember Young ignores the squawking voice and slowly pulls herself up the ropes to stand on the apron. As she does, however, Kellen swings with a right hook. Ember drops down just in time to avoid the hit. Again, she is mocked by both Kellen and Spencer. Quickly, she pulls herself up to the ropes and Kellen swings again. This time, however, Ember drops down and grabs the leg of Kellen, pulling it to trip him up.
Landing on the mat with a dull thud, Kellen jumps back up to his feet but it is too late, as Ember has already slid into the ring and nails him with a swinging neckbreaker. Kellen barely has time to get up before Ember snaps him back with a snap suplex. The crowd is shouting their support as Ember flips over into a pinfall on Kellen but only manages a 1 before Ember tosses her off.
Back on her feet, Ember’s eyes catch Jeffries getting to his feet. The two lockup, fighting for an inch, only for Jeffries to throw Ember Young to the ropes. As she rebounds back, he catches her with a running kneelift. Jerking her back up from the blow, Kellen catches Ember with a rolling snapmare and lastly, into a headlock to finish the chain. As the official checks on Ember however-
Sparkles: Hey! What’s that?
Lovejoy: Kellen with the thumb!
– the official sees that, along with the headlock, Kellen is pressing his thumb into Ember’s eye-socket! Immediately, the official demands that Kellen release the hold! Despite an initial refusal, Kellen obeys the second order, slamming Ember down onto the mat and stepping on top of her and over her to gloat once more to the audience.
Sparkles: Again with the posing. It’s like watching a bad Sears commercial.
As Young clutches her eye, rubbing it with one hand, Kellen returns to pull Ember back to her feet. He doesn’t have time to prepare for the suddenly punch that knocks him right in the kisser, sending stumbling back to the turnbuckle.
Sparkles: Whoa, what a shot! I think Kellen’s moved to a different postal code!
Greyson: And Ember- look out!
Kellen doesn’t have the ability to hear or heed the warning as Ember runs back but then forward and jumps, driving her knee into Jeffries’ skull. Jumping down, Ember watches Kellen collapse to the mat before turning him over and going for the pin.
1
2
No, Jeffries manages to get the arm up. Checking her position, Ember quickly jumps onto the turnbuckle, but finds herself unable to jump as-
Greyson: Wha- Spencer’s got Ember’s leg!
Sparkles: That lucky bastard!
As fast as she can, Ember kicks Spencer away from her, but it is still too late, as Kellen is suddenly there with another thumb to the eye. He quickly drags her down off of the turnbuckle and across his shoulders before running to the center of the ring and delivering the death valley driver.
Greyson: That’s the very same move that finished off Lukas Montgomery on New Age.
Sparkles: I wonder why Lukas didn’t show up to pay his respects during the funeral to pay respects to his fallen Blacklist stable-mate, Aaron Harrison.
Greyson: I think he’s a little too busy chasing William Mayne around backstage.
Kellen sits up looking as arrogant and confident as always. That’s before that arrogance fades away, his face flashing white hot with anger when he realizes that the urn he entrusted Spencer to protect is no longer sitting on the steel steps. His eyes shoot towards Spencer.
Kellen: Where is it? Where’s Harrison?
Spencer shrugs his shoulders.
Kellen: Who took Harrison’s ashes!?!
Kellen is so fixated on the missing urn that he doesn’t he even realize that Ember is catching him around the arms and rolling him over into a crucifix style pin.
1
2
In spite of all of Kellen’s kicking and trashing, he cannot get his shoulder up in time.
Greyson: WHOA! Kellen so obsessed with the urn apparently holding Harrison’s ashes it caused him to get rolled up.
Sparkles: Who took the urn?
Greyson: I don’t know, I was actually paying attention to the match.
Sparkles: The hell you say.
Kellen scrambles to his feet with his face flushed with anger, watching as Ember rolls out of the ring and continues to celebrate her victory here in her debut. Spencer slides into the ring and tries to console Kellen after this loss, but Jeffries isn’t as angry about his loss as he is the theft of the urn.
A winded and wounded Ember turns her back to the ring and makes her way up the ramp before stopping just shy of the curtains and for good reason. A smiling Mason Van Stanton has just made his way to the stage holding onto a microphone and wearing a grin that makes Ember’s skin want to crawl right off of her body.
Greyson: What is this goof doing out here?
Sparkles: I like Mason Van Stanton, he and I share similar opinions of the woman’s roster.
Greyson: Well that would explain why he turns my stomach then.
The repulsive smirk on Mason’s face widens as he directs his comments to the microphone in his hand.
Van Stanton: Ah, so nice of you to join me out here to no doubt eagerly anticipate my announcement.
Ember: I was already out here way before you showed up….
Van Stanton: SILENCE!
Ember silently steams, plotting all the things she would like to do Van Stanton.
Van Stanton: I hope the Twitterverse is ready, because I’m about to give them something truly trend worthy. At long last I am here to announce the rules of the Noel Invitational.
Sparkles: Sweeet.
Greyson: Who in their right mind gave Mason Van Stanton the right to not only book his own matches, but name the stipulations of them as well?
Sparkles: Shoooo.
Van Stanton: We already know that the Noel Invitational will be contested for the number one contendership for the Queen of the Ring Championship. That is only one prize though. For perhaps the greatest prize of them all will be seeing each and every combatant in that match, with the exception of Gloria Noel, stripped down bear. Because the Noel Invitational will be a Bra and Panties match. That’s right, the only way to win is to be the one woman who is not stripped of their clothes. Can you just imagine it? I know I can.
The corners of Van Stanton’s mouth begin to turn downward, as do his eyes, noticing the twinges in his undershorts.
Van Stanton: Hmmmm, looks like I’m going to be standing here for a while.
BACKSTAGE
A contract, no, THE contract that Kloe Masters has been carrying around throughout the night finds itself the focal point of the camera. The dotted line that is supposed to feature a signature remains empty, for who knows how much longer. The camera slowly pulls back from the document to the woman clutching it. The Majority Owner Kloe Masters stands beside backstage interviewer Axl Evermore just inches removed from the curtains leading to the ramp-way.
Axl: Well Kloe….
Kloe: Mrs. Masters..
Axl: Oh, my bad, well KLOE….
Kloe scowls at the interviewer.
Axl: It’s almost time for our scheduled ‘main event’ this evening….
Yes, quotation fingers were employed.
Kloe: And what a main event it should be.
Axl: Yeeeeeaaah, that’s your opinion.
Again Kloe squints rather piercingly in the interviewer’s direction.
Kloe: Is there something wrong, Axl? If so, I urge you to PLEASE express yourself. There’s no comment taboo under the Sinistry/Masters regime.
Axl: You want to know my honest opinion on this whole handicap crucifixion match?
Kloe: Of course.
Axl: Alright, I’ll try to sugarcoat this as much as possible, I think the fact that your forcing Orlando Cruze and Kelcey Wallace into a match against the entire Sinistry is absolute BULLSHIT.
This crass comment results in a chuckle from Masters.
Kloe: Well thank you for being candid with me, Axl. I truly value the opinion of all of my employees, even if your opinions are entirely inaccurate. There’s clearly been a miscommunication between us. It’s not ME who’s forcing Orlando and Wallace into this Crucifixion match, it’s Taylor Chase. Allll Tay had to do was sign this document….(holds contract up)….that’s it.
Axl: You honestly think Tay is going to sign anything that cancels the stipulation for her match against Ba’al? That she’d go back on any opportunity to give Orlando back his 50% ownership of this company?
Kloe: Tay doesn’t care about her husband, she never has. She’s only obsessed with her own self-interest. She wants to be the SAVIOR of the IWC. Pfft….Tay is nothing but a showboating glory hound, and that’s the only reason she refuses to sign this document. And in a matter of minutes I’m going to test just how stubbornly she can cling to the spotlight. Let’s find out how much she’s willing to sacrifice just to get her exposure.
Axl: So your honestly going to force Orlando, your ex-husband, a man who just a few weeks ago was clinging to his life, to compete against the very group that left him on life support?
Kloe: Yep.
Axl: That’s just so malicious….
Kloe: Listen Axl, I’ll do whatever it takes…WHATEVER it takes to ensure that this company succeeds, and if it means taking out Orlando and Kelcey to get Taylor to sign this document, so be it. And just to make sure Tay doesn’t interfere in what’s about to happen to her husband and her best friend, Silas Mason came to me with a proposition, one that I believe has a lot of potential.
Axl: This should be good.
Kloe: In a few minutes when that Handicap Crucifixion Match happens, I’ll allow Taylor Chase to be at ringside to get a front row glimpse of the effect her pride has on her friends. But, if Tay’s going to be at ringside, I’m going to make sure she cannot interfere. So I’m going to have Taylor wear this….
Kloe snaps her fingers and from the shadows emerges Decay, Ba’al’s faithful servant. It isn’t Decay that has the attention of the crowd though it’s the strait-jacket stretched between his hands.
Kloe: Tonight, Taylor Chase will stand front and center to watch the destruction of those she cares the most about, all while wearing this strait-jacket. Hehehehehe.
Axl: That’s….that’s…..terrible.
Kloe: Again, I appreciate your opinion, Axl. It’s rate to hear an employee be so honest and forthright.
Masters and Decay begin to head for the ring.
Kloe: Oh, and one more thing Axl?
Axl: What’s that?
Kloe: You’re fired.
COMMERCIAL
BACKSTAGE
A monitor consumes the screen showing footage of the Brod valiantly fighting Ba’al in the center of the ring only to have his skull eventually crushed by a Singapore Cane. The results of this blow from the weapon in Ba’al’s hand, is the Brod’s crucifixion. He is loaded upon a cross that rises towards the rafters, the patriarch of the Chase family bleeding profusely from the multiple blows he withstood at the hands of the World Champion. Ba’al kneels beneath the Brod, looking up into the deluge of blood pouring from his victim’s body.
Finally the camera pulls back from the monitor and captures the person watching this scene filmed earlier in the night. Taylor Chase, daughter of the Brod and number one contender for the World Championship stands there and watches what Ba’al did to her father. Once the scene ends, Taylor lifts a remote into the air and rewinds the footage, viewing it all over again.
Kelcey: I think you’ve seen this enough.
Taylor’s best friend steps in and takes the remote from Taylor’s hand, hitting the pause button. Orlando then moves to Taylor’s opposite side but doesn’t take anything from her, instead he embraces her with his hands on her shoulders.
Orlando: Not healthy for you to keep watching that.
Taylor: No, what’s not healthy is the two of you stepping into the ring tonight fighting for me. Look at what happened to my father when he tried that. I won’t watch what happened to him, happen to the two of you….
Kelcey: Please tell me you’re not considering signing that contract.
Orlando: You can’t do it, Tay, I won’t allow it.
Kelcey: If you think you’re protecting us by nullifying that stipulation on your Title match, you’re not. Because just think what the Sinistry will do to us, and this roster if they remain in power after the End of the Year Special.
Orlando: I’ll sacrifice myself a thousand times over if it means taking their power away from them and placing it in the hands of those who can and will take the IWC in the right direction.
Kelcey: We’re willing to go down swinging tonight Tay if it means you keep that stipulation on your title match at the End of the Year Special.
Taylor: I can’t watch you two be crucified. It’s NOT happening.
Orlando: It doesn’t even matter if we’re crucified, Tay, because at least we’ll take down some of the Sinistry in the process.
Kelcey: And maybe we’ll get our hands on Ba’al too, soften him up a little for the pay-per-view.
Taylor: Listen….
Orlando: No, you need to listen…
Cruze turns to Tay and slips his hands over her cheeks.
Orlando: For six months you’ve waited for your match with Ba’al. For six months you’ve cleared one hurdle after another. You’ve overcome obstacle after obstacle after obstacle. You’ve been betrayed by your best friends, manipulated by your agent, and forced to watch those you love destroyed at Ba’al’s hands. For six months Ba’al and the Sinistry have done everything in their power to ruin your life. There’s no going back now, not when you’re so close to finally making them pay for everything they’ve done. Not when you’re so close to saving this company.
Kelcey: No matter what the Sinistry does to Orlando and I out there in this Crucifixion match, it will all be worth it as long as you beat Ba’al at the End of the Year Special and finally stop the Sinistry.
KELCEY WALLACE & ORLANDO CRUZE VS. THE SINISTRY:
HANDICAP CRUCIFIXION MATCH
Cameras instantly open inside of the Manhattan Center to find two enormous crucifixes slanted against the turnbuckles. There is a chilling vibe in the building, goosebumps forming in anticipation of this brutal bloodletting moments from occurring.
”YOU KNOW MY NAME”
In spite of the hairy situation that their beloved Perfect 10 and Icon are on the cusp of competing in, the fans still leap to their feet to embrace the former SCW World Champion and the former IWC President. Kelcey Wallace and Orlando Cruze make their way through the curtains with an emotional Taylor Chase stood behind her best friend and her husband. Distress can be seen in the lines of Taylor’s face as she walks between the two most important people in her life on their way down the ramp and into the ring.
Greyson: This is disgusting, Sparkles, absolutely disgusting.
Sparkles: Come on, Orlando’s face doesn’t look THAT bad.
Greyson: Not what I was talking about, Sparkles. I’m referring to this malicious booking from Kloe Masters. She’s forcing Orlando Cruze and Kelcey Wallace to compete in a handicap crucifixion match against every member of the Sinistry.
Sparkles: Yeah, but it all can be avoided if Taylor just signs that contract…
Greyson: A contract that nullifies the stipulation she placed on the match between she and Ba’al at the End of the Year Special, which states that if she wins the match and the title, then Tay’s husband regains the ownership of the company that Kloe stole from him. It’s so sad that when we get the faintest glimmer of hope, the Sinistry finds a way to destroy it.
Sparkles: Hope won’t be the only thing destroyed here tonight.
Tay climbs up onto the apron and watches as Orlando and Kelcey step into the ring where they prepare for perhaps the greatest challenge ever placed before them. Their focus shifts to the crosses slanted against the ropes the very object that Broderick Chase and Scott Cannon were crucified on earlier tonight. Taylor takes a deep breath, trying to summon the strength to see this match through to the bitter end.
A strength challenged once that same gothic rendition of “Ring Around the Rosies” starts to filter through the speakers and through the curtains strides Kloe Masters with contract in hand. She is followed by an absolute army. Decay stands behind one of her shoulders clutching a strait-jacket, one that will find itself around the body of Taylor Chase. Trailing behind them are Aiken Frost and his New Eden consisting of Silk, Mika Kozlov, Red Rayne and Mogui. Krauzer is also amongst the ranks of the Sinistry, and if he’s not enough to give the group a physical advantage, we have Rachel Foxx stood between Jessica Wilde and the seven foot Executioner. Jaina Frost also emerges with her own protection in the form of the enormous Hunter Locke, and the pint-sized Desmond Drake. But wait, that’s not all, because trailing them is a neck brace sporting William Mayne, who stands alongside referees Stuart Wright, Patrick Fitzpatrick and Alex Ingelson, all three men wearing SIN patches on the chests of their striped jerseys. And lastly there’s SIN GM Franklin Paradise.
Greyson: Good lord look at the force gathered here.
Sparkles: You don’t realize the full reach of the Sinistry until you see the numbers they have assembled.
Greyson: They have enough members to build their own nation.
Sparkles: They have referees, former ring announcers and commentators, members of the security staff, and even the President. It just goes to show how deeply they have infiltrated this company.
Greyson: They’ve been working for a year to fully take over and transform the IWC, but one person has the chance to undo all of that hard work. Taylor Chase.
Tay presently glares at the forces of the Sinistry who consume the entire length of the ramp and prepare to take over the ring. Of all the people she could fixate on, it’s Kloe Masters who has captured Taylor’s focus above all else.
Kloe: Did you think I was bluffing?
Kloe holds up a microphone and a contract.
Kloe: I never lie, unless it suits me, Tay, so when I said Orlando and Kelcey were going to face the entire Sinistry in this Crucifixion Match, I wasn’t lying. I promised that the same fate that befell your father, would be suffered tenfold upon them. Buuuuuut, it’s not too late, Tay, we can avoid a very VERY messy situation if you just sign this contract.
Masters holds up the document but Taylor’s eyes never leave Masters’ face.
Kloe: Either you sign it, or you step out here and slip your arms into this strait-jacket, then watch as the Sinistry puts your husband back on life support and ends your best friend’s wrestling career. Can you handle having that on your conscious?
The conviction we’ve seen in Taylor’s expression begins to fade. At last she breaks away from Kelcey and Orlando who are pleading with her to stop as the Number One Contender rolls to the outside of the ring and approaches the contract extending from Kloe’s hand.
Kloe: That a girl, do the right thing by your family and by this company.
The document is taken from Kloe’s hand and Taylor examines it for all of a second. She somberly scans the fine print before taking a deep breath and then doing precisely what needs to be done. The documents are taken off the clipboard and ripped right in half.
Greyson: Yes…YES!
Taylor continues tearing the contract to pieces before throwing it into the air, confetti falling over Kloe’s head. The President’s lower lip begins to tremble, her whole face going blood red.
Kloe: CRUCIFY THEM!
Before Taylor can react Decay is right on top of her, smothering her with the strait-jacket and trying to bind her arms. Neither Orlando nor Kelcey will allow this fate to befall Tay, the pair beginning to exit the ring only to suddenly be caught from behind. For the third time tonight Ba’al capitalizes on the distraction presented by Kloe Masters in order to slide into the ring behind his opponents and lunge right on top of them. Before Orlando knows what’s happening, his body is being dragged down to the canvas and the back of his head is spiked into the canvas via the Totalis.
Sparkles: Yes…YES!
The crowd is stunned at the sight of Orlando’s head taking this blow. He wraps his hands around his skull, one that only a few months ago was split open and subjected to emergent surgery to stave off the effects of internal hemorrhaging. Kelcey spots Ba’al and now rushes across the ring diving shoulder first into the SIN Champion’s stomach, driving him back into the turnbuckle. She begins to deliver punches repeatedly to both sides of his stomach. She is right on the cusp of getting revenge on the Champion only to find herself overwhelmed when Mika and Silk lunge on top of her, delivering clubbing blows and kicks to her mid-section. Kelcey collapses to her knees only to be pulled right back to her feet with her arms stretched out to her sides by Mika and Silk so she cannot defend herself from the deadly thrust kick that Red Rayne drills her under the chin with. The Perfect 10 hits the canvas, lying right there beside Orlando in a batted heap.
Greyson: Orlando and Kelcey trying to defend themselves, but the Sinistry is just TOO MUCH for any pair to handle.
To make matters worse, Taylor has been forced into the strait-jacket by Decay and Krauzer. She now kneels on the outside mats and watches the ring where her best friend and her husband are being savaged by the Sinistry.
Ba’al: STAND HER.
Jaina and SIN GM Franklin Paradise do exactly as instructed, forcing Kelcey up to her feet with her spine facing Ba’al, who instantly lunges into the air, catches Kelcey around her neck and delivers the Totalis.
Wallace grips at her skull, which soon finds itself into the clutches of Wilde and Executioner. The two force Wallace along to her feet and towards the crucifix, her body being wedged against its wooden surface. They now begin to strap her arms down.
Ba’al: STAND HIM.
Foxx takes one of Orlando’s wrists while Aiken grabs the other, the two tensely stare at one another over the body they force into cooperation with Ba’al’s demands. Orlando is stood up on legs that are completely incapable of supporting his body weight. He almost goes down several times once propped on his feet by the Sinistry. Foxx and Aiken ensure that Orlando will not go down, and Mogui makes sure his eyes are open, standing behind the former President while forcefully prying his eyelids back. Obviously Mogui wants Orlando to see what’s coming.
A gavel has been slid into the hand of Ba’al, who slowly approaches the surgically repaired skull of the Icon while patting the hammer against his own palm. The Champion is truly enjoying himself as he prepares to take the light from Orlando’s eyes.
Speaking of light in eyes, Taylor’s eyes are presently burning with rage as she kneels on the mats in the strait-jacket watching what’s about to happen to her husband. To further antagonize Taylor, she has Kloe Masters stooped beside her and filling the number one contender’s ear with such vile rhetoric.
Kloe: This is all on you, Taylor. YOU caused this!
Ba’al slowly retracts the hammer and is about to bring it down over the previously shattered skull of Orlando, all hope for the Icon lost before Scott Cannon comes bolting down the ramp.
Greyson: CANNON!
The newly crowned Tag Team Champion barrels down the ramp and sends Kloe bolting into the ring for safety. He does not pursue, instead he stays at ringside, glaring into the squared circle where the countless hordes of the Sinistry are urging him to enter. Instead of answering their demands, Cannon backs away from this battle in favor of aiding Taylor to her feet and then pointing ot the back.
Taylor: What are you doing? Help them!
Instead of lending aid to Orlando and Kelcey, Scott forces Taylor over his shoulder and begins to carry her towards the backstage area.
Greyson: Dammit Cannon….
Sparkles: He’s out here to protect Taylor. He doesn’t give a damn about Orlando or Kelcey.
Scott gets about half way up the ramp with the strait-jacket bound Taylor loaded over his shoulder before finally hearing what she screams into his ear.
Taylor: If you ever really cared about me you’d help them!
This particular poignant statement brings Scott to a dead halt. All at once he seemed burdened by his ‘conscious.’ He lowers Tay back down to her feet and then goes running straight for the ring to a massive pop from the crowd.
Greyson: Cannon coming to his senses.
Sparkles: And he’s coming straight after the Sinistry.
Cannon slides into the ring and swings his fist directly into the face of Krauzer, knocking him back. Scott then bats back Decay, then does the same to Mogui. He then turns back towards Decay only to have his face crushed by a devastating brogue kick. Decay stands over his victim with a twisted sneer.
Ba’al: Do not concern yourself with him….
The SIN Champion continues to direct his forces, Decay and Hunter, who looks to have gotten over the knock on his head he suffered earlier in the night, surround Orlando and force him onto the cross beside the one that Kelcey is loaded on top of. They begin to strap Orlando’s wrists to the crucifix, a moment that should elicit a dreadful response from the crowd. Instead the fans are going absolutely nuts, why? Because Ethan Von Aaron is scrambling towards the ring.
Greyson: Von Aaron! Ethan Von Aaron, he’s coming for Aiken Frost.
Ethan slides into the ring and goes right after Aiken but Executioner blocks his path. Ethan hits a double leg take down on the seven footer, dropping Executioner to the canvas then crawling on top of him and pummeling his face with punches. Just then Aiken rushes in beside Ethan and blasts him straight to the temple with a swift boot. The shot knocks Von Aaron onto his back, lying on the canvas right beside the unconscious Cannon. Referees Ingelson and Fitzpatrick begin to stomp away at Ethan repeatedly.
Greyson: But Ethan not enough to stop the Sinistry either.
The boots the SIN officiating staff deliver on Von Aaron come to a stop when Head IWC Referee Marcus Mayfield dives through the ropes and goes right after both men who stabbed him on the back on NewAge.
Sparkles: What the fudge? Marcus Mayfield getting involved now?
Greyson: Why not? Patrick Fitzpatrick and Alex Ingelson double crossed him on NewAge.
Marcus nails blows across the guts of the referees, but it’s a blow to the back of Mayfield’s neck that stops his fight before it ever truly gets started. Foxx charges in behind Mayfield and catches him to the shoulder blades with a leaping knee strike that knocks Mayfield to his stomach.
Kloe looks quite pleased over how this is turning out. She turns to gauge Taylor’s reaction as the number one contender kneels on the ramp….however, Tay is not the only one occupying the ramp. Kloe is disgusted to see Danny Darko, Chris Davids, Vanilla Skyy and Mya Denton racing towards the ring.
Greyson: PAIN & PLEASURE!
The odds begin to even up a little as these four slide into the ring and immediately begin to hit anything with a heartbeat. Krauzer is all at once overcome by both Davids and Denton, while Darko is goiung straight after Ba’al, nailing the World Champion with punches across the face. Skyy no sooner gets to her feet in the ring before ducking an attempted lariat by Wilde. Jessica then spins around and finds her head almost knocked off her shoulders by the White Out.
Skyy topples Wilde to the canvas and then inflicts the same punishment on her masked seven foot protector, hitting Executioner with the White Out as well.
It looks like Pain & Pleasure are turning the tide against the Sinistry before Mordecai comes sliding into the ring. He immediately grabs Darko by the shoulder, spinning him around then grabbing him by the throat. Before Danny can counter he’s being heaved into the air by the seven footer and chokeslammed into the middle of the ring.
Greyson: Dammit, Mordecai all over Darko.
Sparkles: Guess those two have some unfinished business after earlier tonight.
Now Skyy finds herself blindsided by a chop block to the back of her knee by Kozlov. The second Skyy falls to her back she’s subjected to stomps by Mogui and Silk.
Neither Davids or Denton fare any better than their partners, Krauzer catching Chris with a headbutt that knocks him to the canvas and Jaina and Desmond blindsiding Mya from behind, knocking her to the canvas where she’s pummeled with clubbing blows. Once again the Sinistry has reclaimed control, for all of about five seconds before Lukas Montgomery slips under the bottom rope with a steel chair in his hand. The Blacklist member stands up and throws the chair right into the face of an unsuspecting William Mayne. The commentator is knocked off of his feet and to the canvas and Montgomery employs his now free hands to swing knuckles into the faces of Jaina, Paradise and so many others.
Sparkles: Are you dense Montgomery? What makes you think you’ll do any better than everyone else who’s come out to fight the Sinistry.
Greyson: He seems to be holding his own at the moment.
Lukas knocks back everyone so that there is a clear cut path between he and Mika Kozlov. He points at Mika, who giggles and waves towards her former Blacklist compatriot. That’s when Lukas finds himself caught completely off guard by Spencer Klein and Kellen Jeffries, the NEW Blacklist.
Greyson: Don’t the Sinistry have enough of a number’s advantage out here without Kellen and Spencer joining in?
Sparkles: It looks like that advantage is about to dwindle.
Kellen and Klein may have put the Sinistry back in control of this brawl, but that control is tested when Andre Jordan and Gavin Taylor come leaping into the ring.
Greyson: TEAM EPIC joining the fray!
The two leap into the squared circle with Jordan throwing punches into the faces of Jeffries and Klein while Gavin fights it out with Mika and Rayne.
Greyson: The former Tag Team Champions answering the rally call.
Sparkles: Who else is going to leap into the middle of this?
Suddenly referees Stuart Wright and Alex Ingelson latch onto Andre’s legs, keeping his feet grounded ot the canvas and distracting him long enough for Rayne to nail Jordan under the jaw with a dangerous thrust kick. Dre collapses to the canvas right beside Gavin, who was just knocked out via the woman who slid into the ring with the Evolution Title in her clutches. The Stranger stands on the apron watching Kordy smack her belt across the back of Gavin’s head, knocking him to the canvas.
Sparkles: KOOOORDY! Kordy! Kordy! Kordy!
Greyson: She’s assaulting Gavin in retaliation for that superkick he gave her earlier tonight.
Sparkles: This is sheer pandemonium.
The ring is filled with bodies, either standing or toppled, but there are two figures who have the fixation of the crowd. Kelcey and Orlando remain strapped to their respective crucifixes while Ba’al urges them to ascend towards the rafters.
Ba’al: RISE!
The crosses look as if they’re about to be lifted towards the rafters with Taylor screaming on the ramp, forced to do nothing but watch as her friend and husband are crucified.
”MONSTER”
Kellen’s eyes almost shoot out of their sockets and Mika Kozlov’s head rises from the bodies at her feet to the body making its way through the curtains. Goosebumps have formed on the flesh of everyone either inside of the ring or gathered in the stands around it when Aaron Harrison comes stepping down the ramp with an urn in hand.
Sparkles: No! NOOO!
Greyson: I’m getting a cold chill down my spine right now….AARON HARRISON IS BACK!
Heads are shaking all over the building at the sight of the man who was burned alive inside of a crate just a few weeks ago on Riot. Kellen and Spencer, two of the three individuals responsible for putting Aaron out of action, find themselves the most surprised by what they are seeing. Their hearts are beating fast enough to give them a cardiac arrest as they watch Aaron climb up onto the apron with his hand occupied by the urn that went missing earlier tonight. Kellen quickly rushes across the ring and swings his fist at Harrison only to have his knuckles crushed by the urn swing by Harrison.
Jeffries turns away from Harrison, stooping over his knuckles and exposing his back to an even more devastating shot from the urn. Aaron enters the ring and knocks Kellen out. Aaron then dodges an attempted punch by Spencer, who’s momentum carries him around into a full circle, turning back to face the urn that bashes right over the top of Klein’s head.
Harrison not only takes down both members of the NEW Blacklist but provides the boost that the IWC needs to begin fighting back against the Sinistry. Kloe and Ba’al stand shoulder to shoulder, watching with disbelief as Andre catches a Mogui boot aimed at his face, pushes it away and then nails the Psycho Surgeon with a kick to the gut followed by a pedigree. At the same time Gavin is throwing punches into Kordy’s stomach, knocking her back into the ropes and then driving her through the cables with a shoulder block that sends the two spilling to the outside mats.
Darko and Skyy have Mordecai reeling back with punches across his jaw while Davids is jumping all over Krauzer, knocking him back into a turnbuckle and ultimately out of the ring. Mya grabs Desmond by the throat, choking his neck with both hands while Jaina tries her best to pry him off. The three eventually fall to the outside of the ring where Mya is still strangling the life out of Drake’s body.
Lukas Montgomery eventually works his way back up to his feet and shockingly stands beside Ethan Von Aaron as the two rush forward and nail Red Rayne, Silk, Aiken and Paradise with a quadruple clothesline that knocks them all over the ropes to the outside of the ring.
Mayfield is peppering the chins of Stuart Wright, Alex Ingelson and Patrick Fitzpatrick with European Uppercuts, eventually knocking all three men through the cables and to the outside. They just begin to stand up and dust one another off before Mayfield rushes across the ring and leaps over the top rope into a senton plancha, crashing down into all three SIN officials.
Kelcey is now undoing the straps that hold her in place before leaping off the crucifix and into a Lou Thez Press on a shocked Decay, the two collapsing to the canvas where she begins to blast him over and over against the chin. Decay rolls out of the ring, joining his Sinistry sisters and brethren. They are trying to get their wits about them before being rendered witless when Scott Cannon rushes at the cross Kelcey was strapped to, steps up it and then leaps off edge of the crucifix slanted against the ropes, diving into a big crossbody on all those at ringside.
They crash to the mats but only stay down for a few moments before fighting their way to their feet. That’s when Kelcey goes rushing across the ring, steps up the cross slanted against the ropes and leaps off the end of it into a corkscrew phoenix splash that nails almost the entire Sinistry at ringside, taking everyone to the mats.
All those in the Manhattan Center are standing and going absolutely nuts, especially when they realize there are just two bodies standing in the ring right now, Harrison and Kozlov. Mika looks through her jet black eyes at her former fiancée, the man she aided in setting fire to just a few weeks ago on Riot.
The excitement levels are off the charts as the crowd watches Mika and Aaron stepping through the bodies piled up all around them, going mono a mono in the middle of the ring.
Mika: I missed you cowboy.
Aaron: Mika.
Mika: Yes?
Aaron: Dosvidania.
The urn in Harrison’s palms swings right into Mika’s skull with enough force to knock Kozlov right off of her feet. Mika drops to the canvas and then rolls under the ropes while Aaron stands in the middle of the ring shouting with primal rage towards the heavens. He then turns rushes at the ropes and dives through them into a suicide headbutt that connects with a recovered Jeffries and Klein at ringside.
The reaction is indescribable at the moment and is only getting louder when the crowd spots Taylor being freed from her strait-jacket by her uncle Adam Chase on the rampway. With her arms free she now goes rushing towards the ring where Orlando is fighting to free himself from the cross he was strapped to. He’s got one arm lose, not the other, a fact Ba’al is taking advantage of. He grabs Orlando by the chin and pinches his cheeks together while pulling back the gavel still in Ba’al’s clutches.
Ba’al: This company is ours, Orlando, and so is it’s championship. They will always be mine!
Ba’al pulls back the gavel and is just about to swing it before Taylor slides into the ring and dives knee first into the hammer, knocking it out of Ba’al’s hand via the TKO.
Ba’al spirals into a circle, pulling his hand in close to his stomach and then falling through the ropes. Taylor quickly scrambles to her feet and helps her husband off of the cross, Orlando falling to his knees at the side of his wife once all of his injuries catch up with him. The crowd is enjoying this feel good moment, so naturally Kloe comes along to ruin it. With an absolute war consuming the ringside area behind her, Kloe stands up on the apron with microphone in hand.
Kloe: TAYLOR! You think you’ve proven something here!
Tay’s eyes at last cut from her husband to the red face of the majority owner.
Kloe: You’ve only proven that it’s time to take this to the next level. You want to stubbornly cling to your stipulation for the title match at the End of the Year Special? Fine? I’m adding one of my own. If you lose your match against Ba’al, you will never again receive another World Title match!
Taylor’s face twists into a sneer over this most recent change to her title bout. That sneer is removed when Ba’al returns to the ring, catches Chase by the shoulder and spins her around, delivering a punch square across her jaw. Taylor and Ba’al now begin to go back and forth with punches. The crowd rising and expressing their glee in response to this war between Ba’al and Taylor Chase coming just a few short weeks before their huge clash for the World Championship.
Greyson: Ba’al and Chase closing out the final Riot before the End of the Year Special.
Sparkles: These two will face off in the biggest Title match in IWC history.
Greyson: One way or another, the war will end!
The crowd is at a fevered pitch that could only be cured by a tub full of ice as Ba’al blasts Taylor with a right hand, and Taylor retaliates with a punch across Ba’al’s jaw. The two battle in the ring while the ringside area is consumed by the war between the IWC roster and the Sinistry.
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