BACKSTAGE
The screen is split in three sections in order to encapsulate four individuals chiefly responsible for the drama here in the IWC. On the far left we see Scott Cannon, stalker of World Champion Taylor Chase, sitting on a steel folding chair in his locker-room, face cupped by his Kevlar glove covered palms. In the center split screen we see the World Champion herself, the woman Scott pines for, Taylor Chase anxiously pacing back and forth in the confines of her dressing room. Finally on the right side of the split screen fans get a glimpse of Aiken Frost and Mika Kozlov, two people responsible for Scott’s morose disposition, and Taylor’s anxiety, two people who have been trying to bring Scott and Taylor into their group New Eden. The two New Eden members are stood with Mika’s back leaning to a wall and Aiken stood before her, ‘coaching’ his black eyed beauty. The voices of Greyson Lovejoy and Sparkles, the ventriloquist and puppet commentary duo, can be heard in the background.
Greyson: There they are Sparkles, those four architectures of anarchy, Scott Cannon, Aiken Frost, Mika Kozlov and Taylor Chase….
Sparkles: Sparkles was hoping it was Darkwing Duck and Launchpad McQuack.
Greyson: Sorry to disappoint you, Sparkles, but I for one am quite eager to see what these four do here tonight. Aiken and Mika, members of the reviled New Eden, have vowed that Scott Cannon and Taylor Chase will join their ‘family.’ Is it going to happen right here on Riot!?
No sooner does Greyson pose this question before we see Aiken and Mika, on their side of the screen, taking off down a hallway and presumably headed for the ring.
Sparkles: Looks like we’re going to find out pretty darn soon, Lovejoy, cause Sparkles thinks that Mika and Aiken are headed our way.
Greyson: But will Taylor and her stalker, Scott, come out here with them? We’ll find out where the allegiances of our World Champion and Scott Cannon lie right here on Riot, and presumably, right now.
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.
IN-RING
Almost immediately after the opening video package has finished summing up all the customary chaos most commonly associated with the IWC, we get a far different sight bombarding the eyes. That sight being the motorcycle that pulls through the curtains and comes to a stop on the stage. Seated upon this bike are Serenity and her bodyguard Maxine Moore. The crowd is less than accommodating to the sight of these two women comprising members of the group come to be known as Psychomachia.
Greyson: Well we thought that Mika Kozlov and Aiken Frost, NEW EDEN, were coming out here, but instead we get Psychomachia. Honestly, I don’t know which one is worse.
Sparkles: Thank God I had my comb ready for those long blonde locks of Serenity’s.
Greyson: Give it up, Sparkles, Serenity is liable to stick that comb somewhere you don’t want it should you try to comb that head of hair.
Sparkles: But your hand is already up there, Lovejoy.
Greyson: Psychomachia, the group that has threatened to transform members of the IWC roster, and succeeded in doing so to Cassidy Haze, morphing her into a absolute monster, are headed for the ring for….God…I shudder to even think given this group’s track record.
Sparkles: Just be thankful Willow Wilkes, Jessika and Cassidy Haze aren’t out here with Serenity and Maxine.
Greyson: Where are Serenity’s associates?
The rest of Psychomachia is conspicuously absent from the side of Serenity as she and Maxine speed along towards the ring on the motorcycle, eventually coming to a stop at the base of the ramp. The pair departs the bike and heads into the squared circle where a microphone is eventually placed in the center of Serenity’s leather glove covered palm.
Serenity: Were you fans expecting someone else? Mika Kozlov maybe? Well I’m just as sorry to disappoint each of you as I am to disappoint Mika. I’m sure she and Aiken were on their way out here, only to have me cut to the front of the line…
Serenity’s face turns to the nearest camera.
Serenity: Sorrrrrry Mika.
Serenity’s expression turns pouty.
Serenity: I hate to think that Psychomachia keeps stealing your thunder.
Serenity’s lips twist into a grin.
Serenity: But the actions of Psychomachia tend to captivate and consume the minds of the fans, especially when it involves certain transformations. The world has seen what Psychomachia did to Cassidy Haze, and tonight, you’ll see what we did to Prestige.
The reference to Prestige has the crowd swept up into a frenzy. And if there’s one thing Serenity feeds on, it’s frenzy.
Serenity: For several months now we’ve taken it upon ourselves to CHANGE Prestige by taking them through a long and arduous transformation. I’m glad to say that our efforts may finally have been achieved. Because last week on NewAge we saw this…
VIDEO
Footage hits the Cartel-tron pertaining to the events of NewAge. We get a visual review of the interactions between Prestige and Psychomachia. At this particular juncture in this video we see Psychomachia standing in the ring while the stage is occupied by William Mason and Karen McBride, the forerunners of Prestige. While Psychomachia’s focus is all consumed by the pair on the stage, they do not see the trio sliding into the ring behind them, each brandishing steel chairs. JaMarcus Avery, Melanie McBride and Christy Hightower, also members of Prestige, slide into the ring undetected, capitalizing on the distraction created by Karen and William. The trio swing their weapons into the bodies of Psychomachia. Willow Wilkes, Cassidy Haze, Serenity, Jessika and Maxine Moore each take a blow from the chairs. Eventually we see William and Karen join in on his assault with chairs of their own.
IN-RING
Serenity: Do you see?
We’re back to Serenity and her bodyguard Maxine in the ring. Serenity is leaning shoulder first into the bicep of her cross armed protector.
Serenity: Prestige has been changed, they’ve been tran…..
Karen: I am so sick of that fucking word already.
The Manhattan Center rumbles with excitement at the sight of Prestige, who are in full force this time as they make their way to the stage. Although Karen McBride and William Mason are both badly wounded resulting from the attacks at the hands of Psychomachia on NewAge, they still lead their forces from the backstage to the forefront. Christy Hightower, Melanie McBride, and JaMarcus Avery are all gathered right behind William and Karen, the five representing a truly unified front.
Karen: If you say the word ‘transform’ one more damned time I swear I’m going to vomit.
Serenity: Testy are we?
Karen: Having my knee hit with a baseball bat kind of does that to a gal, go figure.
William: And being knocked down a flight of stairs tends to piss people off too.
Serenity: What we did to the two of you aided in your trans….sorry, your METAMORPHOSIS. Which has finally succeeded.
Karen rolls her eyes.
William: Transformation, metamorphosis, call it what you will we still don’t understand it. What do you even mean you’ve succeeded with…whatever the hell it is you’re trying to achieve?
Serenity: Well Willy…
William rolls his eyes.
Serenity:….look at you and Karen, strong, powerful, UNITED. Before Psychomachia set its sights on the two of you, you couldn’t even stand to be in the same room with one another. As a matter of fact, right before the End of the Year Special both of you came to the ring and straight up tried to kill each other. But my oh my how things have changed. Look at all of you standing together instead of apart. Do you know who you have to thank for that? My friends and I. Our efforts have brought Prestige back together, but WAAAAY more importantly, have given Psychomachia a fitting rival.
That whole explanation may have answered the question, but it sure as shit did nothing to resolve Prestige’s confusion.
Serenity: You see Prestige, heroes can only be strong when they’ve been properly tested, and that’s what Psychomachia wants, a proper test….
Karen: Whoa-whoa-whoa, are you actually implying that Psychomachia are HEROES!?!
Serenity: Of course we are silly, and let me finish. As I was saying, heroes need strong villains to strengthen them. It’s only by walking through fire that true strength and power can be forged. We need RUTHLESS, MERCILESS and UNFORGIVING enemies to be that fire.. That’s what we’ve transformed Prestige into, a daunting foe, a group that will empower Psychomachia once we’ve survived their onslaught and eventually crippled them. Defeating Prestige will prepare Psychomachia for what’s to come in the months ahead.
All five members of Prestige just stand there awkwardly blinking their eyes and holding their mouths open.
William: Huh.
William and Karen turn to each other and shrug.
Karen: That was supposed to make sense.
William: You honestly think you can turn us into what….members of your Rogue Gallery? What, you want us to be your own personal Legion of Doom, or Slade Wilson, villians that will test your group?
Serenity: But of course. Facts are facts handsome, the process has already begun, that much was pretty clear the second Prestige blindsided Psychomachia in this ring on NewAge.
William: Alright already, enough-enough-ENOUGH. We are NOT in any way shape or form the ROGUES you want us to be. We are ‘PURE,’ we are….
Serenity: Keep on telling yourself that Willie, but deep down you know the truth, and it’s time that truth came to the surface. Actually, how about Psychomachia drags that truth kicking and screaming out of you. You just need a bit more in the way of convincing, and Psychomachia has a talent for coercion.
Just as Prestige begins to wrap their minds around Serenity’s twisted logic, steel chairs wrap around their spines. William is blasted from behind by Willow Wilkes. Karen is blasted form behind by Jessika. Avery and Hightower are struck with blows from Cassidy Haze. Melanie tries to intervene but gets a blow to the ribs by a chair wielding Willow. Psychomachia has caught Prestige totally off guard by rushing through the entrance curtains and assaulting them from behind.
Greyson: Psychomachia jumping Prestige just like Prestige jumped Psychomachia on NewAge.
Sparkles: Why is everyone out to abuse my Willie?
William tries to cover up his head as another blow is unleashed to the back of it by Willow. Eventually he, Karen, and the rest of Prestige end up at ringside where they start to fight back against this Psychomachia onslaught. This ambush rapidly devolves into an absolute war at ringside. Before Avery becomes a casualty in it, Cassidy rolls him into the ring. Maxine is waiting on him, putting her boots to his downed body and keeping him laid out. At the same time Serenity stands in the corner and lifts a microphone to her lips.
Serenity: Looks like Maxine will be the first to put Prestige’s transformation to the test. I say we have ourselves a match here, my bodyguard versus William’s bodyguard, Maxine versus JaMarcus. Someone get a referee out here…pwetty pweeeeeeeassse.
JAMARCUS AVERY VS. MAXINE MOORE
As the brawling members of Prestige and Psychomachia fight their way up the ramp and into the backstage area, referee Arnie Ficklebottom navigates his way through all this chaos on his way to the ring. He slides in, calls for the bell, and we’ve got a match underway.
Greyson: What an opening match here on tonight’s edition of Riot, bodyguard versus bodyguard.
Sparkles: Maxine Moore and JaMarcus Avery one on one, and whoever loses will have to hand over the right to bodyguard their respective client to me, Sparkles.
Greyson: That is not in any way stipulated in the terms of this match, Sparkles.
Said match is already off to a blazing hot start as Maxine takes Avery around the neck, places him in a side headlock and then scrapes his eyes across the top rope. They reach the turnbuckle Maxine pulls back Avery’s head and then swings it right into the padding. Avery’s skull bounces back into Maxine’s waiting hands, who turns the burly bodyguard around, rushes him across the ring and drives his face into the opposite corner. Maxine then puts her knee repeatedly into Avery’s ribs, hitting him with shot after shot after shot.
Maxine, who made her return to the IWC by way of DDTing William Mason two weeks ago, is looking to do even more damage to William’s bodyguard. She takes him around the neck and rushes out of the corner, going for a running bulldog. But Avery counters by method of putting his shoulder to Maxine’s spine then heaving her up into a back drop suplex. He then spins Maxine out into the blue thunder bomb, driving her into the canvas right between his spread legs. He does not follow this slam up with a pin, instead he rolls over backwards and into the corner he was just charged out of. He pulls himself up to the middle rope and although he was not a willing participant in this match he’s about to make the most of this situation. He looks to punish Maxine by diving out of the corner and into a headbutt that connects with Maxine’s chest.
Greyson: Very physical fight thus far.
Sparkles: Keep on injuring each other, because once you two are gone, Sparkles will swoop in and be the bodyguard for your clients.
Greyson: Keep on dreaming Sparkles.
Sparkles: Oh believe me, Sparkles does, every single night.
Avery’s comeback doesn’t stop at the headbutt, because he’s now forcing Maxine up to her feet and onto his shoulder. It doesn’t take long for him to drive her into the canvas with a running powerslam, followed by a lateral press and a hook of the leg.
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Maxine gets her shoulder up well before the three. The rest of her body is raised when Avery picks her up and drives her down to the canvas via the scoop slam. He then takes off into the ropes, ricochets from them and ultimately takes to the air, dropping with his knee right into Maxine’s face. The impact causes Maxine to grab at her skull and sit up on the canvas. Once she’s upright Avery prepares to put her right back down. He charges into the ropes in front of Maxine, ricochets from them and builds momentum behind a running knee strike. What his knee catches instead is the waiting hand of Maxine. She stands up and catches Avery charging in, lifting his massive frame above her head into a gorilla press.
Greyson: WHAT THE FUCK!?!
Sparkles: Are you kidding, ARE YOU KIDDING!?!
Greyson: Maxine’s strength is unreal.
Maxine unleashes Avery, letting him drop down to the canvas flat on his face. Maxine then follows this up with a back flip into the moonsault, crashing right across Avery’s chest. Now she hooks his leg for the three.
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It’s up to Avery this time to get his shoulder up before the three, which he does….JUST IN TIME.
After a struggle Avery gets to his feet only to be removed from them when a swift clothesline hits his larynx. Maxine puts him down to the canvas then approaches the ropes and slips through them to the apron. She grabs the top rope before flipping over them into a senton bomb right across Avery’s KNEES!
Avery gets his legs up and into Maxine’s spine, arching her back over his legs. Avery then rolls under the cables to the apron, gets to his feet and approaches the turnbuckle. He reaches the top rope, just starting to steady himself before Maxine goes charging up the cables and imbalances him. Hell, she does far worse than imbalance him, she takes Avery around the neck and drops from the corner, pulling him down off the turnbuckle throat first into the top rope. Avery’s throat snaps back from the cable. He goes twisting to the outside mats and crashes with a thud across them.
The moment Avery ends up on the mats, Maxine ends up flipping over the ropes. She grabs the top cable and then leaps from the ring over the ropes into a forward flipping senton all the way down to the mats and all the way into Avery’s ribs.
Greyson: HOOLLLY SHATNER!
Sparkles: Bitch is cra-cra!
With potentially busted ribs Avery rolls back towards the ring and back up to his feet with the aid of the apron. He is in a lot more agony when Maxine delivers a running knee straight to his ribs. She then whips him into the barricade and comes charging in with another knee, driving it into his gut. Avery is then whipped into the steel steps, his back hitting the steel and Maxine’s knee hitting his ribs. Maxine finally rolls Avery back into the ring and breaks up the official’s count, she then climbs to the apron and takes the top rope. A truly malicious expression consumes her face as she turns towards Serenity at ringside, the leather bound blonde giving her bodyguard a nod of approval. Maxine now takes the top rope and goes sailing over it right into….the waiting hands of Avery.
Avery reverses fates with Maxine, now holding her in a gorilla press slam position as he steps across the ring. He is just about to dump on her face before his battered ribs give out, causing him to drop Maxine. She slips off his palms, lands behind him and then takes him by the back of the head, rushing at the cables. She leaps out of the ring, over the top rope and drags Avery’s throat down into the cable. His head snaps back, his body goes spiraling and he ends up in the middle of the ring, a perfect position for Maxine to take advantage of. She climbs the nearest turnbuckle, ascending to the top rope and preparing to go for a big dive onto her prone opponent.
Maxine takes to the air and crashes right into that opponent, knocking him flat on his ass with the crossbody. This moment of confidence leads to a moment of Maxine’s undoing. Avery rolls back right out of the crossbody, rises to his feet with Maxine still stretched across his chest then throws her into the air, catches her on top of his palms and hits her with the gorilla press slam.
Greyson: FINALLY Avery unleashes that gorilla press, putting Maxine down HARSHLY.
Sparkles: And Maxine coming down on a face not even a blind mother could love.
An oxygen deprived Avery falls into the ropes gasping for air. He then grabs Maxine by the legs, puts them under his pits and giant swings her side first directly into the turnbuckle, her head and shoulder smashing against the corner. Avery keeps hold of those legs, pulling Maxine to the center of the ring. He then snaps back and catapults Maxine face first into the very turnbuckle she was swung into moments ago. She reconnects with the corner then stumbles back into Avery’s waiting shoulders. He heaves Maxine up into the torture rack before falling to his seat. A torture rack back breaker connects, splitting Maxine’s spine and sending her corkscrewing to the canvas. Avery stays on top of her in what has been a very physical encounter thus far. He grabs her by the legs, tucks them under his pits and then delivers another giant swing across the ring only to have Maxine reach up in the middle of that swing, catch Avery by the shoulder and pull him down into the small package.
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Avery rolls out of the pin and onto his feet, still holding Maxine’s legs. He then drops back, catapulting her into the corner. Once again she hits the turnbuckle, but this time the turnbuckle doesn’t hit back. Maxine lands on the middle rope, turns to Avery and takes to the air, hitting him with the very crossbody she was looking to deliver earlier. Maxine again hooks Avery’s leg.
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Avery’s shoulder explodes from the canvas, and his kick out tears through Maxine like shrapnel. She sits up on the canvas looking aggravated, not just aggravated but enraged, not just enraged but unstable. Maxine rolls to the outside and Serenity already knows what she’s after, hence why a weapon is presently in Serenity’s palms and presently being extended towards Maxine. The offering is accepted, Maxine returning to the ring with the very same weapon she bludgeoned Prestige with just a few moments ago.
Sparkles: Looks like this match is about to become nothing but a farce.
Greyson: Much like your commentary. But your right for once, Maxine was given a chair and that chair is about to be used on Avery for a second time tonight.
Maxine swings the chair rather forcefully into the canvas, the sound producing a resounding thud. She has Avery lined up, and in spite of the referee’s protests, nothing is going to stop that chair from nailing flesh.
But it won’t be Avery’s
Serenity is on the apron now and shouting instructions at Maxine.
The towering Red Widow nods before dwindling in size. She drops the chair, drops to her knees and turns her back on Avery.
Sparkles: What da hale?
Greyson: Maxine offering that steel chair up to Avery and turning her back on him in the process. What is this all about?
The chair finally ends up in Avery’s clutches, instinctively taking hold of it. He then stands up, looks between the chair and Maxine’s spine before ultimately setting his sights on Serenity’s APPROVING expression.
Serenity: Do it you big lug, be a ROGUE….swing on the defenseless Maxine….SWING.
Avery’s whole body trembles with such rage which consumes him to the point that he swings the chair straight into Maxine’s shoulder blades. The official calls for the bell, but the sound of the chair bouncing off bone is far louder than the chiming produced by that bell. Maxine is ultimately spread across the ringside mats, reaching for her mangled spine and grimacing from the considerable pain coursing through her body.
Maxine is in pain, but Serenity is in pride. She smiles and nods at the steel chair clutching Avery.
Serenity: Congratulations handsome, you’ve truly embraced your transformation.
The second these words emanate from Serenity, the chair falls out of Avery’s hands. He backs away from it, looking down at the steel and sliding his trembling fingers over his smooth scalp.
His scalp is the only part of Avery that is smooth at the moment.
Greyson: Serenity actually looks like she’s enjoying this.
Sparkles: Avery’s attack on Maxine, it just validates her point. She truly has made Prestige RUTHLESS. Avery just struck a defenseless Maxine, only a villain who hit someone like that when their back was turned.
Greyson: Not only has Psychomachia brought Prestige back together, but they’ve made the group into a formidable and remorseless adversary.
Sparkles: Who Psychomachia, in Serenity’s words, will grow stronger by defeating.
Greyson: This is just beyond twisted.
BACKSTAGE
As if we needed anymore madness, here comes Mika Kozlov and Aiken Frost towards the ring, the pair of demonic obsidian eyed sociopaths about to unleash their own particular brand of lunacy. Although we can’t hear it, due to the incessant blaring of the Riot theme song in the background, one can consume the corridor Mika skips through is filled with the sounds of her laughter. Aiken looks on confidently as he follows his destructive hell kitten to the ring where an announcement is about to be made. Greyson and Sparkles can be heard talking over the show theme track.
Greyson: We didn’t get them at the top of the show, but we’re getting Mika, we’re getting Aiken, we’re getting them right after the commercial break.
Sparkles: And we may finally find out if Scott Cannon and the World Champion Taylor Chase, are going to join Aiken’s New Eden.
Greyson: I said that situation between Psychomachia and Prestige was twisted, but I think this is going to be a thousand times crazier.
Sparkles: What’s gonna happen when Mika and Aiken enter the ring? Shits about to get real.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
Moments after crushing Maxine Moore’s spine with a chair, JaMarcus Avery steps through the corridor looking like he was the one who was crushed. He appears quite troubled upon stepping through the backstage area and his emotions are not uplifted even when reunited with his Prestige associates. Karen McBride, William Mason, Christy Hightower and Melanie McBride eagerly dash to Avery.
Karen: Man, I really envy you right now.
Avery was not expecting to hear this, anticipating the obligatory ‘are you alright’ line that Prestige has been saying far too often since their transgressions with Psychomachia began.
Avery: Say what now?
William: We really wish we were in your shoes when you bashed that chair into Maxine’s spine.
Avery: Yeah, and that’s a problem.
William: Whhhhhhaaat do you mean by that?
Avery: First of all Boss, you know damn well what happens to you when you have a weapon in your hand. When you go down that path.
William lowers his head, unable to contest that statement.
Avery: If you had hold of that chair and were in that ring with Maxine, you wouldn’t have stopped at one shot, you wouldn’t have stopped until Maxine had stopped….breathing. And that….that would be playing into EXACTLY what Psychomachia wants.
Hightower: What are you talking about Avery? You should be darn proud of what you did to Maxine out there.
Avery: Should I? Because even though I hurt Maxine, she, and the rest of Psychomachia, they’re the ones who won.
Hightower: How so?
Avery: Psychomachia HAVE changed me…I’ve gone…I’ve gone….ROGUE.
IN-RING
The reaction is understandably explosive when “Pop Goes the Weasel” begins to pipe through the PA system. The entrance curtains part and Mika Kozlov comes sashaying along through them. Her black eyes are more pronounced than ever, radiating with her inner darkness. As Aiken Frost follows along beside her, his devilish eyes are gleaming with such demonic delight. He is instilled with pride at the sight of Mika slipping into the ring and taking possession of a microphone.
Mika: Do not worry Serenity….
Mika’s dark eyes turn to the nearest camera.
Mika: I do not harbor grudges….
Mika’s lips turn down into a frown.
Mika: I know you did not mean to upset me on NewAge….nor did you want to cut me in line.
Mika’s cheeks turn up into a smirk.
Mika: So when our paths cross again, I do hope you do not hold me responsible for my actions malishka. Although actions, they do speak louder than words, do they not? Which is why NewAge was so-soooooo HUGE for New Eden and our journey to bring (impersonates Silas’ southern drawl) baby-dawl, and flllly-boyyyy-oh-boy-I say-I say-boy (somehow her Silas impression has changed into a Forghorn Leghorn impression) into New Eden. On NewAge, our actions not only made me the number one contender for the World Championship, but Aiken and Alana, they proved, with no doubt, that my sister Taylor, and that adonis, Scott Cannon, could trust us.
Aiken: I do believe our actions at NewAge put any lingering fears regarding our intentions to rest, yes? Neither Mrs. Chase, nor Mr. Cannon should doubt that our only motivation for asking them to join New Eden, is so that New Eden may aid the two in fulfilling their dreams. We vowed on NewAge that Mr. Cannon would have an opportunity to throttle his former agent, Silas Mason, and we delivered upon that promise. Then we vowed that Mrs. Chase would have a reunion with her sister, and at the end of the night THIS happened….
VIDEO
Aiken guides everyone’s eyes to the Cartel-tron, which once again is the medium employed to play footage from the most recent edition of NewAge. On that telecast we witnessed quite a bit of bizarre and perplexing scenes, perhaps none more so than what happened between Taylor Chase and her sister Mika Kozlov during the closing moments of the telecast. We see Taylor holding a switchblade and standing in front of a grounded Marie Jones, perhaps her most bitter rival. Marie is in the clutches of Mika, and Taylor is about to take advantage of Marie’s plight by taking the knife and carving the ginger out of her.
Marie: Yeah right Taylor, we all know you don’t have it in you…..whoa….what’s going on with your eyes.
Attention is turned from the blade in Taylor’s palm, to the blackness that is glazing over her eyes. All color is lost, save for the ebony that clouds Taylor’s pupils, making her eyes resemble those of everyone involved in New Eden. When all the chaos and carnage has concluded, the color returns to Taylor’s eyes and Mika returns to her side, wrapping her arms around Taylor’s waist and giving her a big squeeze.
Mika: We are finally together again
IN-RING
Aiken: Do you see?
We cut back to Aiken and Mika here and now, stood in the ring beaming with joy in regards to the images that took place on the latest edition of New Age.
Aiken: How can our motives be called into question when we facilitated all that we said we would? Mrs. Chase and my beautiful Kozlov, they stood together in the middle of that ring embracing. All I ask in return, is that Mrs. Chase, and Mr. Cannon, allow us even more opportunities to fulfill their dreams by agreeing to become members of my New Eden.
Mika: Yaaaay….hehehehe.
Aiken: However….
Milka: Boooo…hehehehe.
Aiken: I do not wish to put Mrs. Chase and Mr. Cannon in a corner, and I will gladly give them sufficient time in which to properly dwell on their decision. Though they will be very hard pressed to turn down our invitation to join New Eden after this evening has concluded, for I plan on seeing even more of their fantasies fulfilled.
Mika: Oooooh yeah, this going to be GOOD©.
Aiken: Yes it will my dear, yes it will. For I have personally arranged a number of events that will put matters into perspective for Mrs. Chase and Mr. Cannon. First in regards to you, Cannon, we shall give you yet another opportunity to exact revenge on our common enemies. And we shall ensure that your affections for Mrs. Chase do not go unrequited.
Mika: And sestra, for you, we have something sooo special in mind. You are going to love it almost as much as you love your Mika.
Aiken: Marie Jones, ever since she joined Silas World, she has been a persistent aggravation to you Mrs. Chase. She stole your titanium knee brace and then employed it against you. Actions that she has yet to be proficiently punished for. She will be punished this evening, New Eden will trap Marie and you Mrs. Chase will take your vengeance.
Mika: It’s going to be such a special night. Marie and Silas will be no more, and my sestra and that delicious man-meat Cannon joins New Eden, how could it possibly get any better?
Aiken: I believe I have an announcement that will make this evening even more auspicious. As many are presently aware of, the IWC will be holding it’s annual Rumble match at the Last Stand pay-per-view. That bout will decide who goes on to main even Invictus and challenge for the World Championship. It is my distinct honor to reveal the newest entrant into that Rumble….MYSELF, Aiken Frost.
Mika: WOW! This night could not get any bigger, could it?
That is a question that Mika is going to instantly regret asking.
Orlando: Ooooh I can think of a few ways to make this night a bit more special.
Cra-cra….nutter-butters….bat-shit insane….those are the only phrases that can be employed to describe the crowd’s reaction. Orlando Cruze, IWC President, is showered with praise as he steps to the stage with an expression that does not bode well for New Eden.
Mika: You can? Are you going to drop dead? That would make this a VERY special night.
Orlando: Noooo, I don’t think tonight will be about my demise, but one thing that IS going to come to an end, is this influence that you, Aiken and the rest of New Eden believe you possess over proceedings around here. I don’t know if you two realize this yet, but Kloe Masters, your personal bitch, is no longer in power, neither is your tinier bitch, Desmond Drake. The two of them are not running this federation and are not suckling at the New Eden teets anymore. So any booking powers your group once had, are finito….FINISHED….(Orlando makes a cut throat gesture)…D-E-A-DEAD!
Aiken: Be very careful with your euphemisms, Mr. Cruze.
Orlando: Be very careful who you threaten, MISTER Frost. You forget who you’re talking to, the MAJORITY owner of this company, and the man who has the true booking powers around here. Booking powers that I think I’ll be putting to use right here, right now.
Aiken: What miscarriage of justice do you plan on exposing us to?
Orlando: I am very-very tempted to really turn the screws on you Aiken, believe me. I mean, for weeks you’ve been coming out here messing with my wife’s mind…
Aiken: I’ve only been trying to help Mrs. Chase.
Orlando: By turning her into one of you?
Orlando points to the ring, primarily directing focus to the two sets of black eyes staring back at him.
Orlando: That’s not going to happen. Taylor will never-ever join New Eden.
Aiken: Is that a matter of fact?
Orlando: You betcha. And I’ll let you in on another fact…the fact that you’ll be facing, in the center of that ring tonight, the man who you refused to face two weeks ago on Riot….ETHAN VON AARON!
There is an absolutely explosive ovation at the sound of Ethan’s entrance music blasting through the speakers. Within seconds of his tunes hitting the PA system Ethan Von Aaron strolls along to the stage wearing his ‘black’ wife beater and equally as dark slacks. The word ‘FILTH’ is spelled across his chest, depicting just how much of a change he’s underwent since he and the GOOD© Girl Alana Starr parted company on less that amicable terms. The gentlemen who Alana rushed to after abandoning Ethan, is the one that looks unphased by the announcement of this impromptu matchup, Aiken. Once Ethan’s music cuts out in the background, Orlando’s voice can be heard once again.
Orlando: That’s right Aiken, you pulled every trick you could think of two weeks ago on this show to keep from facing Ethan Von Aaron. If I hadn’t of been distracted on that night by Marie’s attack on Taylor, I probably would have booked this match here and there….
Aiken: Are you quite done rambling yet?
A slight laugh comes from Orlando.
Orlando: Yeah-yeah, I’m done-I’m done….
After blowing off the ring Orlando turns to the curtains and is a moment from stepping through them. That moment turns into a minute, a minute that is about to be incredibly uncomfortable for Aiken.
Orlando: Oh crap, I almost forgot.
Orlando turns back to a disapproving Aiken.
Orlando: For your match against Ethan, we’re bringing back that ‘zero tolerance’ rule that Karen McBride put in place two weeks ago, meaning that if any member of New Eden interferes on your behalf, Aiken, then they will NEVER be allowed to step foot in an IWC arena again. New Eden is totally banned from ringside. I won’t have a repeat of what happened at the End of the Year Special when your group cost Ethan his match against you.
The New Eden leader sighs with indifference.
Aiken: No one allowed at ringside? How predictable.
Orlando: Whoa, wait a minute. When-when did I say that there would be no one allowed at ringside? I said there would be no New Eden allowed at ringside, but as for Ethan, I think I’ll make an exception. He can bring a friend with him…..
And that friend, is Rachel ‘FUCKIN’ Frost. Her music is blasting through the loud speakers and her body is moving to Ethan’s side. Once on the stage Rachel takes advantage of being the center of attention. She takes Ethan, dips him back and gives him a huge wet one of his lips. Once he is back upright Ethan pretends to fan his face and fight the urge to feint. All of this is viewed by Aiken, and none of it is taken very well by Aiken.
Greyson: Oh wow…OH WOW!
Speaks up the commentators in the background.
Sparkles: Ethan versus Aiken tonight in an End of the Year Special rematch.
Greyson And Rachel Frost, Aiken’s ex-wife, she’ll be in the corner of her new lover.
Sparkles: This is gonna be nuts!
BACKSTAGE
Crissy Garner: Listen William, rather you want to accept it or not, Bad Behavior is taking the fight to Psychomachia tonight…
As much as William Mason would like to argue with his old friend, he knows it would be a futile waste of his oxygen. So he just sits in front of Karen McBride’s desk with his shoulder slumped and his arms crossed, bobbing his head along to all the words Crissy is saying. Karen stays quiet as well, sitting in a chair behind that previously mentioned desk. She doesn’t know what to make of the situation either, her mind going in a mile different directions that each lead to a brick wall.
William: As much as I’d rather not have you, or Ember (Young) get involved in this, I know there’s literally nothing I can do to change your mind.
Crissy: My how you have grown, William.
That comment manages to bring a smile to William’s face.
William: I’ve learned one or two things about the stubbornness of ladies.
Crissy: Good for you. Now keep your eyes on the screen Big Will, because when Ember and I take to the ring in a few minutes to face off against Serenity and Cassidy (Haze), your not going to want to miss a minute of the action. We’re so going to pull our OWN transfor….
Karen: PLEASE!
At last Karen breaks her silence.
Karen: Do not say that word.
Crissy: Fair enough.
Crissy begins to make her exit while Karen and William chat in the background.
William: So do you think Christy (Hightower) and Melanie (McBride) are putting things ion perspective for JaMarcus?
Karen: I certainly hope so. He looked really shaken by what he did in that ring.
As this conversation between Prestige continues, Crissy keeps drawing closer to the door, now reaching out for the knob. Before she can twist that knob and step into the hall, the door opens towards her and a figure who was standing in that hall is making his way into the office. Make that figureS. Scott Cannon and his bodyguard Kordy are now entering the room. Crissy pauses before exiting, turning her eyes back towards her fellow Prestige friends as if to say ‘should I deal with this?’
Scott: Ummmm, sorry to just barge in like this, but William, you and I need to talk.
William is already uncrossing his arms and getting his hands into a far more protective stance.
COMMERCIAL
BACKSTAGE
Silas: So flyboy (Scott Cannon) and Baby Doll (Taylor Chase) think they’ve got plans for Silas World huh? Not happening.
As par for the course we find the wheelchair bound Silas Mason typing his words into a keyboard attached to the computer that puts out his digitized voice. Also, as per custom, Silas is surrounded by his roster of ever dangerous female clients. Sienna Swann, who has taken on the mantle of his nurse, Angelica Jones, who shook the world with her announcement that she’ll be entering the 2015 Rumble, Lenore Price-Mason, who is making waves all over the wrestling scene, Mrs. Budde, the owner of the deadly mafia kick, and Marie Jones, who is pacing at the moment and looking just as aggravated as Silas.
Silas: Relax baby spice (Marie Jones)….
Marie: Oh, I’ll relax when Mika’s taken care of. And Aiken is taken care of. Ah, and Taylor too. And while we’re at it, might as well as throw Cannon in as well. You know what, to hell with it, let’s just take out the entire roster….No one is safe until I’ve gotten my revenge for what I was put through, what you were put through (points at Silas) and what my sister Jessica (Lasiewicz) was put through. Everyone responsible has got to pay tonight, Silas, they have GOT TO SUFFER for what they did to us on NewAge.
Although Silas is ‘supposed’ to have full body paralysis, he can’t hide his facial twitches.
Silas: Alright Baby Spice, we’ll work something out and by the end of the night, we’ll have our reveng…..
Marie: By the end of the night? THE END OF THE NIGHT!?! I’m not waiting that long. Not after what New Eden did to Jessica, no friggin way….NO-NO-NO! New Eden threatened to cut my sister’s neck dammit, and Taylor tried to do the same to me…
Silas: Now-now Marie, you’re acting like a cra….
Marie: Crazy? Well maybe it takes crazy to fight crazy. And speaking of crazy, I think it’s time we start getting crazy right now. Me and my lil friend…
Marie knocks on the titanium knee brace wrapped around her leg that she stole from Taylor Chase several weeks ago.
Marie:…we’re going out to the ring and we’re going to pick a fight.
Marie storms out of the dressing room before anyone can say anything to stop her. After Silas finishes producing a sigh, he types into the keyboard and expresses his agitation.
Silas: Baby Red (Angelica), please go get your daughter.
Angelica: Sure Silas, sure.
Angelica goes to walk out the door, reaching out for the knob only to have it swing away from her palm. The last person that Silas World was expecting to see, and perhaps the last person Silas was wanting to see, comes stepping into the room…
Silas: Well-well-well…..was wondering when you were going to come back for seconds, Baby Brown.
Katelyn Buehler steps out of the hall and into Silas World’s dressing room. Angelica looks back over her shoulder, with an expression that reads, ‘PLEASE LET ME KILL HER.’ Silas does not give his seal of approval, he just glares at Katelyn, and Katelyn just glares right back at the man who shattered her life via one night of infidelity.
Katelyn: We NEED to talk….
Silas is stirring in his wheelchair, getting quite anxious to hear what Katelyn, the woman who’s life he single handedly ruined via his lecherous appetites has to say.
BAD BEHAVIOR VERSUS PSYCHOMACHIA
”Something Bad” is now streaming through the loud speakers and within seconds of their tunes hitting the speakers we see the vivacious Patience Ember Young and Crissy Garner. Bad Behavior makes their way to the stage and are hit with a loud response from the crowd. ‘The Serial Thrilla’ Crissy is doing quite a bit of preening and posturing on her way down the ramp while her tag team partner “The Seductive Spitfire” Ember Young is getting very up close and personal with the nearest camera.
Ember: No time off for good behavior, Psychomachia.
The Manhattan Center audience is quite enthused at the premise of seeing these two ladies make their tag team debut here in the IWC. What they’re not thrilled about is who that debut is about to be against…Cassidy Haze and Serenity, Psychomachia. The commentators discuss this in the background.
Sparkles: My Gawd….my gawd….my gawd….
Greyson: Caaaaalm down Sparkles, caaalm down.
Sparkles: Look at what’s in the ring, Lovejoy, How can you possibly expect me to be calm?
Greyson: Ember Young and Crissy Garner, two women we’ve seen a lot of since the Upping the Ante pay-per-view, FINALLY looking to make a splash in the tag team division. This pair is quite well known around the world as “Bad Behavior” and have acquired quite a list of credentials in various feds.
Sparkles: But now they step in front of a drooling Sparkles, and must appease me.
Greyson: I hardly think that’s very high on their priority list Sparkles.
Sparkles: Well it should be.
Greyson: Crissy and Ember want to make an impact right here in the IWC’s tag division, and this match will be for the number one contendership at the tag titles. Buuut….
Sparkles: But if they want that tag title shot it ain’t gonna be easy, cause it’ll have to come at the expense of Psychomachia.
Greyson: Indeed, Serenity and Cassidy Haze have been unstoppable since they reunited and since Psychomachia transformed Haze.
Bad Behavior looks to be the group that brings Psychomachia’s path of destruction to a conclusion, a task far easier said than accomplished. Just then the tunes of “Evil Ways” is streaming through the speakers marking the arrivals of the Psychomachia tandem. Cassidy Haze and Serenity step through the curtains harboring a sadistic twinkle in their eyes. Cassidy’s handler, Jessika, is stood behind the beast, whispering so many insidious things into Cassidy’s ear. It doesn’t matter what Jessika says, Cassidy’s expressions remains static, unchanging.
Greyson: Boy, what more can be said about these two? Their minds are so horribly warped and disturbed.
Sparkles: Yeah, they pretty much gave us that impression earlier tonight when Serenity at last revealed her logic for why her group Psychomachia has been targeting Prestige these past few weeks.
Greyson: And it’s because of Psychomachia’s attacks on Prestige that this match was put together, as William Mason, one of the Prestige’s leaders happens to be old friends with Crissy Garner of Bad Behavior.
Sparkles: We heard before this match Crissy vow that she and Ember would make Psychomachia pay for what they’ve done to my poor Slick Willie. Let’s see if they can accomplish that goal here tonight.
Greyson: Psychomachia has already had quite the productive night, let’s see if they can continue that dominance we’ve seen from them throughout this telecast.
Psychomachia enters the ring to a rather hostile response from the fans and an equally as hostile response from Bad Behavior. Crissy makes an attempt to reach Serenity but referee Michelle Blacker is keeping her held back, refusing to allow this Tag Title Contenders match to devolve so quickly into chaos. It isn’t until Serenity and Crissy are the only two in the ring that the bell is chimed. The match gets underway with Crissy cocking back her fist but Serenity extending her palm. Yes, it actually looks like Serenity is going to shake hands with Crissy.
Greyson: You have got to be joking.
Sparkles: How respectful. Don’t see this very often.
Greyson: What? A disingenuous handshake?
Sparkles: How do you know it’s disingenuous? Serenity is a hero, didn’t you hear her say it earlier? This is good sportswomanship, Lovejoy.
Crissy sneers at the outstretched palm of Serenity for a moment before finally reciprocating the gesture with a straight open palm strike across Serenity’s cheek. The leather bound Psychomachia member stumbles back into the ropes. Serenity holds her lip, which is upturning into a grin.
Serenity: Good….very-very good.
Before Crissy can even try to get a handle on Serenity’s twisted logic, a debilitating forearm connects with Crissy’s spine. Cassidy, Crissy’s other opponent, enters the ring behind her and delivers the double axehandle right between the shoulder blades. Serenity then exits the ring and allows Cassidy to take over. The damn near unstoppable creature ignores the protests of referee Blacker and instead focuses on dragging Crissy up to her feet. Whatever Cassidy had in store for Crissy is instantly put on hiatus when Crissy counters into a sit-down jaw breaker. Cassidy stands up and staggers back, trying to shake off the effects of that last move. Crissy then rolls over backwards to her feet and rushes right at Cassidy only to have Cassidy try to close the distance between them with a giant punch. Crissy slides under it and slides through Cassidy’s legs as well, ending up behind the monster. Crissy then jumps to her feet and the Serial Thriller connects with a retaliatory double axehandle between Cassidy’s shoulder blades. The monster is staggered forward but not taken down, instead she stands up straighter than ever with sheer malice reflected in her eyes.
Crissy is a bit surprised by Cassidy’s reaction to the blow and even more stunned to see the creature reaching out and snatching hold of her hair. Cassidy drags Crissy into a gorilla press and is about to pitch her to the canvas only to have Crissy squirm to the point where she escapes this pending doom. She drops behind Cassidy and delivers another double axehandle between the shoulder blades, this time knocking Cassidy forward into the waiting arm of Ember.
From the apron Ember turns her back to the ropes, reaches over them and takes Cassidy around the neck and hits her with a stunner into the top cable. Cassidy staggers back and into an inverted jaw breaker by Crissy. The blow to the back of the head has Cassidy standing up and staggering towards the ropes that Ember reaches over, taking the creature around the back of the head then leaping off the apron. Cassidy’s throat is snapped off the top rope and the ricochet sends her stumbling back into Crissy waiting arms. Crissy takes Cassidy around the head and then rushes forward to deliver a bulldog. It connects, driving Cassidy’s face viciously into the canvas.
The slam was effective but not efficient enough to keep Cassidy grounded. A mere fraction of a second after having her face slammed into the canvas, Cassidy is back up on her feet with her eyes burning with rage. The Serial Thriller has no idea that Cassidy is upright, and doesn’t realize what danger she’s in until she turns around and sees the demonic eyes of her opponent honing in upon her. Before Crissy can react, she’s being nailed under the jaw with a thrust kick. The blow is so powerful it sends Crissy staggering back and hitting the ropes that her partner Ember is standing on the opposite side of. The two collide and Ember is knocked from the apron while Crissy is knocked forward into a Double A twisting spinebuster by Cassidy.
Greyson: This lady….
Sparkles: Cassidy’s not a lady anymore, Lovejoy.
Greyson: This THING is unstoppable.
Sparkles: Ever since Willow Wilkes, Serenity and Jessika got hold of her and transformed Cassidy.
Cassidy takes a handful of bangs, holding Crissy’s head up from the canvas then driving her own skull directly into it several times. Once Cassidy has her opponent sufficiently shaken up she drags Crissy up to her feet and loads her onto her shoulder, holding her in a running powerslam position. She now takes off across the ring and throws Crissy into a snake-eyes, not only into Psychomachia’s corner but Serenity’s boot. She sticks it over the top rope and allows Crissy’s face to come crashing down into it.
Cassidy then reaches out and makes the tag to Serenity before grabbing Crissy’s arms and forcing them behind her back. Crissy is defenseless to prevent blocking Serenity springing to the top rope then taking off into a double axehandle smash. She nails Crissy to the top of the head with the move and now Serenity is grabbing Crissy’s wrist, swinging around it. She then pulls Crissy into a short arm punch right across the jaw. Crissy is taken to the canvas and Serenity is stepping past her towards Cassidy, who is now standing with her back to her team’s corner. Serenity slips through the ropes, climbs the turnbuckle and then steps up onto Cassidy’s shoulders. Cassidy reaches up and interlocks hands with Serenity as the two step out of the corner and Serenity prepares to leap off of her partner’s shoulders.
That’s when Crissy surrpises both of her opponents, kipping up to her feet and then delivering a dropkick right to Cassidy’s shin. The monster falls to her knees with Serenity still seated on top of her shoulders. She’s only taken off of those shoulders when Crissy lunges into the air and gives Serenity a hurricarana. Serenity is sent flipping off of Cassidy’s shoulders and down to the canvas. Crissy then scrambles to her feet, charges at the still kneeling Cassidy and takes her around the neck, snapping back into a DDT.
Greyson: Nicely done by the Serial Thriller.
Sparkles: Sparkles likes Crissy’s nickname. I should have one of my own.
Greyson: Oh God no.
Sparkles: Sparkles, the Cereal Eater.
Greyson: That’s awful.
Sparkles: Sparkles will keep working on it.
Greyson: For all of our sakes I hope you don’t.
Crissy crawls to her corner and tags out to a very eager Ember. Her bigger partner is in the ring and using her strength advantage on Serenity, who is already back on her feet. A forearm to the jaw threatens to take Serenity back down and then a spinning punch across the jaw finally does remove her from her feet. Serenity goes down as a result of the Torched being delivered by Ember.
Cassidy then receives the Torched as well, a roaring punch crushing her jaw. The shot sends Cassidy staggering back into the corner, leaning against it for support. Ember then drags Serenity up to her feet and turns her into a weapon, charging her shoulder first right into Cassidy’s ribcage. Serenity staggers back and right into Ember’s clutches. Ember then turns Serenity into a weapon once again, charging her straight at Cassidy. But this time Serenity switches around behind Ember and uses their forward momentum to shove Ember right into a devastating big boot from Cassidy. The shot sends Ember staggering right back into Serenity, who delivers a dropkick to her upper back. The blow sends Ember charging forward right into both of Cassidy’s raised boots. The blow sends Ember staggering back and into a spinning heel kick to the back of her skull by Serenity.
The shot knocks Ember down to the canvas across her elbows and knees. She starts to push herself up into a crawl before Ember is taken down when Cassidy charges out of the corner and leaps into the air, hitting a back first senton across Ember’s upper back. The collision knocks Ember down to the canvas then sends her flipping over to her back. Serenity quickly steps to Ember’s side and hits a forward FLIPPING senton. She crashes into Ember’s chest then leans back and hooks her leg.
Referee Blacker slips into position, emphatically slapping the canvas.
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Ember powers her shoulder from the canvas and Serenity makes her regret it. She begins to launch punch after punch right across Ember’s forehead. She then takes Ember by her blonde locks and sits her up on the canvas before taking off into the ropes. Some serious momentum is built that carries Serenity right into Ember’s waiting feet. She gets them up into Serenity’s ribs for a monkey flip. But Serenity sees it coming, hence why she’s cartwheeling past those legs. She lands on her feet and then goes rushing right at Ember who instead of using her legs to monkey flip is now lifting them up in order to wedge them to Serenity’s chest and kick her back.
Serenity goes spiraling across the ring before ultimately turning back to Ember and running right into a face breaker knee smash. Serenity’s skull is pulled right down into the slam, yet she won’t be taken off her feet. Instead she swings her arms, gets her balance then rushes right at Ember only to be caught and driven into the canvas via the Samoan Drop.
Greyson: Ember staring to build some momentum. If this continues, she and Crissy could very well be on their way to claiming a shot at the Tag Team Titles.
Sparkles: How about Sparkles, the Cheese Crusader? That could be my nickname.
Greyson: That’s a thousand times worse than Cereal Eater.
Jessika, who accompanied both members of Psychomachia to the ring for this match, looks annoyed at ringside.
Ember rolls away from Serenity and towards the outstretched hand of her partner, slapping it. Crissy climbs the nearest turnbuckle, getting to the top rope and glaring down at the struggling Serenity. She eventually reaches her feet only to have the Serial Thriller lunge off the top rope and into a missile dropkick. It connects with Serenity’s chest, knocking her down to the canvas. Serenity clutches at her sternum as she struggles along to her feet and then into a boot to the gut. Crissy then takes off into the ropes at Serenity’s side, ricochets from them and extends her foot, connecting with a running kick to Serenity’s cheek. Serenity is sent into a full spin, ultimately turning back so that her side is facing the inbound Crissy, who leaps into the air, catches Serenity around the head and hits a flip over swinging neckbreaker.
The back of Serenity’s head collides with the canvas, causing her to ricochet back up to her seat. Just then Crissy nails a sliding lariat to Serenity’s throat, taking her back down to the canvas. Crissy then uses their positioning to place Serenity in a side headlock and begin to deliver rapid fire punches across her forehead. Crissy now rolls into her corner, slaps Ember’s hand and brings her back into the match.
The second Ember enters the ring she has to contend with a recovered Serenity, who lunges into the air, wrapping her arm around her opponent’s neck. Serenity is about to hit what looks to be a stunner but Ember wedges hands to Serenity’s ribs and shoves her back into the ropes. Serenity ricochets from the cables and comes back into the waiting arms of Ember. She is about to hit the STO, but before Ember connects with the move, Crissy steps in and delivers a superkick to Serenity’s jaw. Ember THEN delivers the STO, putting Serenity down to the canvas. Ember then crawls into the lateral press.
Greyson: What a scintillating superkick followed by the STO. I believe Bad Behavior refers to that as the Shank.
Sparkles: What about Sparkles, the Dumpster Devourer.
Greyson: Do you really want to publicize that you eat out of the garbage, Sparkles?
Sparkles: Like there’s something wrong with that.
Adrenaline is pumping as Ember hooks Serenity’s leg and looks to conclude this fast paced encounter.
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Cassidy isn’t about to let it end this way, she reaches under the ropes, grabs Ember by the ankles and drags her not only off the pin but out of the ring. Ember drops down in front of Cassidy and then suffers a devastating uppercut to the jaw. Cassidy then takes Ember by the arm and prepares to whip her into the steel steps. However, Michelle Blacker, the official is shouting over the cables and warning Cassidy.
Blacker: Don’t think I won’t throw out this match, Cassidy.
Cassidy knows all too well that Blacker is a woman of her word, this very same official having thrown out both of Cassidy’s matches two weeks ago. But Cassidy STILL chooses to ignore the referee in order to inflict some pain on Ember, taking her by the wrist and launching her off towards the steel stairs. But Ember suddenly reverses, instead sending Cassidy charging along knees first into the stairs. Cassidy hits the steps with such momentum that she is actually sent flipping up and over them before ultimately crashing to the mats. Ember is now free to turn her focus back to the ring, climbing up onto the apron right before Serenity dropkicks her to the knee. Ember’s legs are knocked out from under her and her face goes crashing down right into the apron.
Ember takes a nasty thud off of the apron before ultimately collapsing to the mats. She then turns her focus to the hand that shoots into the air, rising up from the opposite side of the steel steps Cassidy just went flying over. Cassidy’s palm swings down into the stairs and now her menacing, devilish eyes rise into view, looking over the stairs at Ember.
Meanwhile, inside of the ring Serenity is trying to get back into the swing of things but is having a difficult time doing it considering that Crissy is all over her. She slides into the ring and rushes straight at Serenity, beginning to pummel her over the back with forearms and launch knees into her ribs. She then begins to deliver repeated European Uppercuts, Crissy hell-bent on making Serenity pay for that drop kick on Ember.
Crissy now backs away from Serenity and goes for the Thrill Shot. The bicycle kick is about to connect, and it does, with the ROPES. Crissy gets her leg caught up into the cables after Serenity ducks out of the way of the Thrill Shot. Serenity takes advantage by rushing in and delivering a chop block to the back of the leg that was still holding Crissy up. Crissy collapses to her back and Serenity takes off into the ropes at her side, springing to the middle cable. A lionsault seems to be Serenity’s intention, or at least it was until Crissy lunged back to her feet and charged in behind Serenity.
Just as Serenity springs to the middle cable, Crissy charges in and sticks a head under her seat. Crissy now steps to the center of the ring holding Serenity in an electric chair drop position. Serenity counters however, falling forward and pulling Crissy down into a victory roll.
Greyson: Serenity caught Crissy with the roll up.
Sparkles: Crissy ain’t legal though, Lovejoy.
Referee Blacker informs Serenity of just that, prompting the Psychomachia member to break her attempt at the pinfall. She then rolls over backwards and right onto her feet before charging at her rising opponent. Just then Crissy leaps forward and nails the bicycle kick straight to Serenity’s face, the Thrill Shot delivered.
Greyson: Thrill Shot! Thrill Shot!
Sparkles: Don’t matter though, need Sparkles remind you that Crissy is NOT the legal member of her team?
Greyson: Dammit Sparkles, why must you only pay attention when it’s to ruin my excitement?
Sparkles: Well your face ruins Sparkles’ erections, so consider this revenge.
Crissy turns away from Serenity and towards Cassidy, who is standing over Ember at ringside with such menacing intentions in store for the wounded Bad Behavior member. As Cassidy’s hands near Ember’s flesh, Crissy’s body nears Cassidy’s skull.
The Serial Thrilla grabs the top rope and leaps from the ring to ringside, crashing into Cassidy with the lateral press. Her intent was to take Cassidy down, but Cassidy has other plans, which involve staying on her feet and then dropping back into a fallaway slam. Crissy is sent corkscrewing through the air and then slamming spine first right into the barricade.
Greyson: Oooh JESUS!
Sparkles: Crissy driven into the barrier with such force!
All those in the Manhattan Center are cringing as Crissy’s body bounces off the barricade, paralyzing her instantly on impact. Cassidy is not through yet, full body paralysis not enough for the monster. She approaches Crissy, however Ember isn’t about to allow her wounded partner to fall prey to Psychomachia’s assault. Ember comes rushing straight at Cassidy, blasting her across the jaw with a big kick. Cassidy is then sent spiraling across the mats and into the ring. Ember briefly checks on Crissy then goes rushing into the ring to exact revenge on her behalf. She climbs up onto the apron and is about half way through the ropes before Serenity connects with a lionsault across the back of Ember’s head and shoulders. Again the crowd cringes as Ember goes flipping over forward and into the ring.
Sparkles: YOUCH! Sparkles doesn’t think I’ve ever seen a lionsault hit from that position before.
Greyson: Not only our Psychomachia twisted in their minds, but their just as twisted in that ring.
Inside of that ring Cassidy has made a tag to Serenity and is now dragging Ember to the center of the squared circle. She then drops to her knees and holds Ember down by her wrists, all the while nodding towards Serenity, who is racing into the ropes. Once again Serenity is springing off the middle rope and into a moonsault, crashing right across Ember’s ribs. Although Ember is in a lot of pain, her anguish is just not good enough. Serenity won’t stop until Ember is howling in anguish. She rushes into the ropes, springs to the middle cable and then flips back into a third lionsault. She comes down right into Ember’s raised knees….no…wait, Serenity flips OVER those knees and lands on her feet at Ember’s side.
Serenity then reaches down to grab those legs only to have Ember put her boots to Serenity’s chest and kick her back. Serenity keeps her balance and then closes the distance between she and Ember, charging at her opponent only to run right into a set of raised boots. Ember then monkey flips Serenity through the air right into Cassidy, her spine hitting the Psychomachia monster’s chest. But Cassidy reacts just in time to catch Serenity around the waist and maintain her balance. Serenity now hangs upside down from Cassidy chest, but not for very long.
Crissy re-enters the ring in time to charge up behind Cassidy and deliver a chop block to the crease of her knee. Cassidy drops to her seat and as a result accidentally hits Serenity with the piledriver!!
Greyson: Oh-hahahaha. Cassidy thought she was helping Serenity by catching her, instead it just led to her giving Serenity the piledriver.
Sparkles: That was unique.
Crissy is still feeling the impact with the barricade as she staggers to Ember’s side, the two leaning against one another. That’s when Cassidy comes charging in only to have Ember and Crissy break away from one another and then threaten to break Cassidy’s face when the pair connects with a double torched. Two swinging punches nail Cassidy across the jaw and cause her to stagger around, trying to fend off the blows that just connected to her skull.
Bad Behavior looks stunned that their combination roaring punch did NOT finish Cassidy off. So Crissy and Ember shrug then spiral around into ANOTHER stereo roaring punch. Just as they spin towards Cassidy they find their mouths engulfed with a double mandible claw. Cassidy digs her hands down the throats of Ember and Crissy, suffocating the oxygen from their brains.
Greyson: UN-FRIGGIN-REAL!
Cassidy continues to suffocate Bad Behavior right up until her victims simultaneously stomp her toes. Cassidy almost collapses but her offense DOES collapse. She takes her hands out of the throats of her opponent and now her own throat is about to be closed when Ember delivers a knife edge chop right across it. Cassidy goes staggering back into the ropes as a result of the blow, falling against them for support. Ember then comes charging in only to be caught completely off guard with a back drop over the cables. Ember flips over to the outside of the ring but surprisingly lands on her feet across the mats. She then reaches under the cables and is about to grab hold of Cassidy’s legs before Serenity comes rushing across the ring and baseball slides through Cassidy’s feet into a dropkick right to Ember’s face. The blow sends Ember staggering back into the barricade while Serenity stands up on the apron.
Serenity suddenly leaps off the apron and twists around into a buzzsaw kick right to Ember’s face. The pair hit the mats to a LOUD reaction from the fans. Meanwhile inside of the ring Cassidy is still leaning on the ropes and reeling from the multiple blows she’s withstood in this match.
Crissy comes charging in to take down this Leaning Tower of Pisa, but Cassidy’s foundation is a lot tougher than anyone would suspect. Cassidy lifts her boot and nails the inbound Crissy across the jaw, staggering her back. Cassidy then rushes out of the ropes and into a clothesline that Crissy manages to not only duck but catch. She hooks her arm around the crease of Cassidy’s elbow and then pulls on it upon swinging around behind Cassidy’s back. The monster is spun towards Crissy, who wraps an arm around her neck before going for the downward spiral.
Crissy is right on the cusp of falling back into the move only to have Cassidy counter. She puts palms to Crissy’s ribs and shoves her back. Crissy falls against the ropes and now Cassidy rushes in and drives the top of her head straight into her opponent’s ribs. The collision knocks Crissy back but not to the outside of the ring, instead she is still seated on the middle rope with her upper body hanging above the apron and her legs still dangling above the canvas.
For Cassidy this will just not do. She charges at Crissy once again, right on the cusp of turning her own skull into a battering ram. Crissy drops back just enough though to launch her shins up straight into Cassidy’s face. The collision causes Cassidy to stagger back, trying to shake off the blows to her skull. All the while Crissy is still seated on the middle rope with her upper body dangling precariously above the apron, a posture Serenity takes advantage of. She leaps to the apron, leaps onto the turnbuckle at Crissy’s side then back flips into a lionsault.
The crowd collectively unleashes a gasp when Serenity hits a lionsault across Crissy’s chest and face. Crissy’s grasp is broken on the top rope and the back of her head is driven down into the apron.
Sparkles: Sparkles has definitely never seen a lionsault hit from THAT position before!
Greyson: I can’t believe what I just saw. Serenity hitting a lionsault on Crissy on the APRON OF THE RING!
Sparkles: If Crissy’s back wasn’t hurt before, it sure as hell is now.
Greyson: It already took one nasty bump against that barricade, and now it just took an even nastier collision with the apron.
As Crissy collapses to the mats the back of her neck falls into her clutches. She clasps her skull, which has to be consumed with such agony at this point. Serenity sits up at ringside and watches, truly enjoying what she’s witnessing. And she’s about to enjoy what she sees next even more. Jessika, who accompanied her Psychomachia teammates to ringside, runs around the squared circle and stops right beside Crissy, stooping down and grabbing her arm. At the same time Willow Wilkes and Maxine Moore, two more members of Psychomachia are seen bolting down the ramp. They also clamp hold of Crissy’s limbs, forcing her up to her feet and then drabbing her around the ringside area.
Greyson: What is Psychomachia doing with Crissy Garner?
Sparkles: It looks like they’re taking off with her.
Greyson: Don’t tell me they’re going to do the same thing with Crissy that they TRIED to do with Karen McBride all those months ago.
Sparkles: Is Psychomachia going to transform William Mason’s friend?
Serenity stands up at ringside and watches with pride as her Psychomachia teammates lead Crissy up the ramp and towards the backstage area. Crissy has no idea what’s going on, still knocked loopy after suffering that moonsault across the apron.
The grin on Serenity’s face is suddenly removed when Ember, Crissy’s teammate, regains her consciousness at ringside and throws her shoulder right into Serenity’s ribs, pushing her spine first right into the apron. Serenity’s back bounces from the ring and then her body curls to the mats. As Serenity goes down, Ember takes off, trying to rush to the aid of her teammate, even though Crissy has already been dragged through the curtains by Psychomachia. Ember only gets so far before Cassidy reaches out of the ring and grabs a handful of Ember’s hair. Ember is dragged back towards the ring and up to the apron. Cassidy now suplexes her over the ropes and back into the ring.
Greyson: Ember looks like she’s going to have go it alone at this point, her partner was just abducted by Psychomachia.
Sparkles: Enough with the fucking abductions already!
Greyson: Or the handicap matches, I think we’ve seen enough of these to last us two lifetimes.
Cassidy now pulls Ember up to her feet, takes her around the neck and drops back into the DDT. Ember’s head collides with the canvas with enough force to knock her unconscious. Ember is about to fall prey to far more damage to the skull. Cassidy steps over Ember and grabs her by the bangs, lifting her head up off the canvas then subjecting her face to closed fist after closed fist. Michelle Blacker has clearly seen enough, the official stepping in front of Cassidy and shouting at her.
Blacker: Enough Cassidy! 1…2…..3…4….
Blacker is about to disqualify Cassidy for the third straight time for this disfiguring assault on Ember. Cassidy’s face twists into a mask of rage, and her hand lunges for Blacker’s throat. Just before Cassidy can get hold of Blacker, Ember gets hold of Cassidy. She reaches up, takes Cassidy around the hips and pulls her down into the sunset flip. Ember wedges her shoulders into the creases of Cassidy’s knees.
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Blacker slaps the canvas a third time and gets the fans oh so riled up.
Greyson: WAIT!
Sparkles: She done did it!
A loud reception is given to Ember, who has just pinned Cassidy to make Bad Behavior the number one contenders for the Tag Team Titles. Ember does not linger to celebrate the win though, rolling out of the ring and charging up the ramp to find her tag team partner.
Greyson: Bad Behavior have just become the number one contenders for the Tag Titles…
Sparkles: But Ember can’t celebrate, her partner was abducted by Psychomachia.
A stunned Cassidy sits up on the canvas, reeling from this loss. Referee Blacker continues to scold Cassidy for her actions, but what Cassidy is about to do to the referee will be far worse than scolding. She reaches out with both hands and wraps them around Blacker’s throat. The squeeze on Michelle’s throat is so tight her larynx is just about to explode as are the crowd in response to this assault on the referee.
Sparkles: That psycho-cunt Cassidy has got hold of a referee!
Blacker’s face is already turning every shade of blue imaginable as Cassidy continues to throttle her. Serenity watches her tag team partner with such pride, in fact, Serenity seems to be glowing. Blacker however isn’t glowing, she’s suffocating as Cassidy’s grip on her throat tightens. Before the referee’s neck can be so tightly clamped hold of that it bursts her head like a pimple, out rushes someone with the intention of preventing that from happening. Christy Hightower may have shown up too late to be of much assistance to Crissy Garner, but she is here to save Blacker.
Greyson: Here comes Christy Hightower, Prestige member, the very lady who went toe to toe with Cassidy Haze two weeks ago.
Sparkles: A member of the group that Cassidy and Psychomachia have been tormenting for weeks.
Greyson: It looks like Hightower is here to return that torment.
Or at least she would be if Cassidy weren’t releasing Blacker so that her hands could be filled with something else, a steel chair. She rolls to the outside of the ring, grabs the chair and then slides back into the squared circle before Hightower could even finish making it down the ramp. The sight of Cassidy with chair in hand does not slow Hightower’s roll, she still climbs right up onto the apron, staring over the ropes at the malice in Cassidy’s eyes.
But soon Hightower’s focus shifts rather jarringly from Cassidy’s eyes to the chair that lays at Cassidy’s feet.
The weapon Cassidy fetched to defend herself is now tossed to the ring and Cassidy is turning her back on it. She drops to her knees, interlocks her fingers and places them behind her head, assuming the role of someone about to be executed. Hightower looks highly confused by the position of the chair and Cassidy’s posture.
Serenity: Go ahead beautiful. Take a swing. Become a ROGUE.
Hightower briefly addresses Serenity, who is standing back in the corner of the ring observing all of this. She watches as Hightower enters the ring and picks up the chair.
Serenity: There you go…..
Hightower TRIES to resist the urge initially to bludgeon a defenseless Cassidy but once she recalls the multiple powerbombs Cassidy gave her on the mats two weeks ago Hightower abandons all inhibition. She swings the chair straight into Cassidy’s upper back. The steel bounces off of Cassidy’s shoulder blades, knocking the monster to the canvas and sending her rolling across it to the outside of the ring.
Greyson: Cassidy Haze sacrificing herself just like Maxine Moore did earlier tonight. In Serenity’s mind these attacks reflect how Prestige has become the ruthless, compassionless enemies that Psychomachia needs to forge them into a stronger force moving towards…God only knows at this point.
Sparkles: Yep, it’s like Sparkles said earlier tonight, only rogues would do something so horrible as to attack someone with their back turned and with no defenses.
Serenity: Good Christy, very good.
Serenity rolls to the outside of the ring via her own accord. She stoops beside her kneeling tag team partner, patting the ferocious Cassidy on her shoulders. Even Serenity’s loving embrace will not bring Cassidy’s deep and intense breathing under control. She looks penetratingly at Hightower in the ring, who has dropped the chair and is sliding her hands into her hair. She realizes that her actions may have hurt Cassidy, but they have thrilled Psychomachia, as Prestige continues to play right into their enemies games.
BACKSTAGE
William: So let me see if I’m following your logic here correctly.
Try as he may, Prestige’s William Mason is having a harder time understanding Scott Cannon’s thought processes as he is Serenity’s. The Pure Champion and Prestige member sits shoulder to shoulder with Principle Owner Karen McBride as the two force their minds to dwell on the words just spoken by Scott. He stands right in front of the pair seated on the edge of Karen’s desk, waiting to hear a response to the demands he made upon entering her office.
William: You want me to talk Taylor into….
A loud beeping noise is heard beside William.
William: Would YOU PLEASE STOP THAT!?!
It’s hard for either member of Prestige to focus when Kordy is hovering around them, waving a beeping metal detector in front of and behind their bodies. Clearly Kordy, who was appointed Scott’s bodyguard, is fulfilling her job qualifications by checking Prestige for weapons.
Scott: Kordy…come on now.
Kordy: Fine…(She puts the handheld metal detector down)….but if either of them are hiding a shiv, don’t say Kordy didn’t try to warn you Scotty Flamingo.
Scott: Just stand down for a second and let William finish.
William: Okay-okay, so just so that we’re on the same page here…
William returns his full focus back to Scott and not Kordy’s antics.
William: You want me to talk my sister in law into….what again exactly?
Scott: Just listening to me, that’s all I want from Taylor. I’m only asking for five minutes of her time. If you can help me get her to hear me out, I would be eternally in your debt.
William: What would you two talk about?
Scott: Heh, with all due respect William, that’s between she and I.
William: No, it WAS between you and she until you got me involved.
Karen: I think William has a right to know what he’s setting his sister-in-law up for.
Scott: Whoa, wait a minute, time out. You’re not setting Taylor up for anything. I just want five minutes to talk to her….
William: Wish we could trust your motives were pure, but given your track record….
Scott: Okay already, I made mistakes, but I’ve owned up to them, and I’m a changed man now. Taylor needs to see that. I mean, I broke away from Silas World for her, and I’ve tried everything in my power to bring them down just to protect her.
William: There’s a reason Taylor won’t give you five seconds, let alone five minutes, and although she won’t tell me that reason, I’m sure she has very good reason for not trusting you.
Scott: Please William, just TRY to convince her that I’m on the up and up.
William: I might find that a little hard to do considering I don’t trust you myself.
Scott: Come ooooon William, you can trust me, I mean, your wife certainly does.
The second mention is made of William’s wife, his whole body goes stiff as a board. His back straightens and his face flushes with a shade of fuchsia.
William: What about my wife?
Scott picks up on the change in William’s posture and the discoloration of the Pure Champion’s cheeks.
Scott: Relax mate, I’m just saying that your wife has been very open to me.
William: My wife never said anything about meeting with you, Scott.
Scott: No, I wouldn’t imagine she would.
William: And what’s THAT supposed to mean.
Not only does William’s spine straighten, but so do his legs. He stands up and finds himself on the cusp of going after Scott, only to have Karen there to make sure William doesn’t do something he might regret. She directs her hands to William, but her words to Scott.
Karen: Maybe you should leave now.
Scott: Fine, just consider my proposal, PLEASE. I’m sure if you really think about it, you will realize that Taylor needs my protection.
Speaking of protection, Kordy is right there between Scott and William, making sure he doesn’t get one step closer to her protectorate. Though hostilities are flared, this tension between William and Scott goes no further than tense stares. Scott is on his way out the door with Kordy following, plugging the ear mic deeper into her ear and then speaking into a tiny microphone wrapped around her wrist.
Kordy: Traveler is on the move…traveler is on the move.
Just as the two exit the room Ember Young, Crissy Garner’s tag team partner, comes stomping in. Although her body is fatigued after a grueling match against Psychomachia, Ember still has the strength and the energy to come bolting into the office and cutting lose with her comments.
Ember: You…you’re the one responsible.
Her pointed finger wags in William’s face.
William: Now what did I do?
Ember: You sent Crissy out there to fight this war against Psychomachia for Prestige and now they’ve taken her.
Now Karen is the one springing from the edge of her desk, her whole body going rigid and as stiff as Bob Dole after a few blue pills.
Karen: They did what?
Ember: They took Crissy.
William: God dammit.
The Pure Champion’s words are anything but ‘pure.’
Karen: Did you see where they were headed with her?
Ember: If I did do you think I’d be here demanding help from the two of you?
William: Okay-okay, Karen, I know you hate using your pull, but call security, tell them to block the exits.
Karen: Naturally. We can’t let Psychomachia take Crissy out of the building. God help us all if they’ve already put her in that van.
William: Let’s try not to think that way right now.
Ember: Well while you two are standing here making phone-calls, I’ll be looking for my friend….Unlike certain people I actually protect the ones I care about.
No sooner does Ember finish her sentence before she’s out the door.
William: Ember wait….wait….
Clearly William has lost his senses in the heat of the moment, racing out of the room. Karen would stop him, but she’s distracted by the number she’s dialing into her cellphone.
Karen: Get me security….NOW!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
Silas: So Baby Brown, you just couldn’t stay away from me, could you?
The Stetson wearing, wheelchair bound Silas somehow manages to sound super creepy even though his words are produced via a robotic tone producing the words he types into a keyboard. Normally any lady who found herself on the receiving end of these comments would be squirming, but Katelyn Buehler is not any mere woman. At the moment she’s not squirming, she pacing the confines of Silas’ dressing room, showing no concern for the dangerous ladies amassed behind Silas.
Lenore Price-Mason, Mrs. Budde, and Sienna Swann would customarily imbue fear into the hearts of any lady who crossed them, but Katelyn is far from any typical lady.
Katelyn: Silas, I’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time.
Silas: I bet you have, I bet you have, Baby Face (Sienna Swann)….
Sienna: Yes pumpkin?
Silas: Mouth spray and mood lighting, now.
Katelyn: You really have no remorse for what you did to me, do you?
Silas: Oh, why should I regret what I did to you? You seemed to enjoy every second of it.
Katelyn: That’s not….your just disgusting.
Silas: You didn’t seem to think so in that hotel room. You couldn’t take your paws off of me.
Katelyn: Obviously I wasn’t THINKING at all. I let you trick me into sleeping with you, and because of that one mistake, my engagement with Serenity fell apart. You cost me the love of my life….
Silas: Pfft, Baby Brown, you know you love the dick, you can’t get enough of it. You and Serenity were never going to be happy. She just didn’t have the equipment to keep you satisfied. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been so eager to get between the sheets with me. You animal.
Katelyn: You told me if I slept with you, you’d help me get my kids back….you know what, forget it. I’m through making excuses. What we did was a HUGE mistake, one I have to own up to, and one you WILL own up to as well.
Silas: Are you threatening me, Baby Brown?
Katelyn: Oh don’t worry Silas, I would NEVER in a million years touch you again. But I will have my revenge for all that you cost me. I’ve just been sitting back the past few weeks since my return plotting how would be best to go about getting that revenge.
Silas: And?
Katelyn: And I’ve decided I’m going to hit you where it will hurt you the most.
Silas: Heh, nice try, but I have no feeling south of my waistline…..
Katelyn: Not there, Silas, I’m talking about in your wallet. I’m going to take your clients away from you, like you took Serenity away from me.
Lenore, Sienna and Mrs. Budde exchange awkward glances.
Katelyn: Ladies….
Katelyn directly addresses the trio of clients gathered behind their agent.
Katelyn: You three need to listen to me. This man (points at Silas) will promise you the world in one hand, and then use the other hand to cut your knees out from under you. Look at what he’s done to his former clients Kelcey Wallace and Taylor Chase. He’s done everything in his power to sabotage their careers, all because they refused to be puppets dangling at the end of his strings. The second any of you start to think for yourselves, Silas will turn your lives into a living hell.
Silas: Nice speech, only took you what, six weeks since your return to finish writing it?
Katelyn: It’s more than a speech, it’s the truth, and it’s exactly the truth your clients need to hear, ALL of your clients, Marie (Jones) included.
Where Katelyn is headed next, no one quite knows for sure, but who she’s intent on talking to is fairly obvious. Marie Jones, the new crowned jewel of Silas’ agency, is clearly who Katelyn is on the cusp of chatting it up with. The second Katelyn makes her way out the door, Silas shows that he is not quite as stricken with full body paralysis as he would let on. He lifts his glove covered fingers into the air and snaps them in Mrs. Budde’s direction. The physically intimidating Budde stoops, no longer listening to Katelyn’s speech but Silas’ whispers. Whatever he tells her brings a smile to Budde’s face.
IN RING
Marie: Taylor….TAYLOR…you took this one step too far.
The crowd is absolutely malicious in their response to Marie Jones as she makes her way down the ramp. The only person in the building who isn’t verbally skewering Marie, is her mother, Angelica, who is following behind her daughter pleading with her to calm down and use her head. At the moment Marie is thinking with nothing but emotion, replaying over and over again in her head how Taylor Chase, the very woman she’s presently calling out, threatened her with a switchblade on the last NewAge.
Marie: You, New Eden, and (Scott) Cannon, took this issue between yourselves and Silas World to a new level, and I’m hoping each of you are ready to play at that level.
This statement, or more accurately, this threat, is delivered upon Marie’s entrance into the ring. With a microphone in her palms Marie continues to channel her rage towards all those responsible for not only threatening her well-being on the last NewAge, but the well-being of her sister, Jessica Lasiewicz.
Marie: Before NewAge, everything that happened between us, it was business, but you went and made the fatal error of turning things PERSONAL, when you brought my sister into the middle of this. She’s an innocent. She had NOTHING to do with this at all and yet you dragged her into this fight. I won’t take that shit sitting back or lying down. You want to turn this ugly, fine, I’ll have no trouble getting ugly…
Taylor: Won’t be too hard for you, you are pretty hideous to begin with.
The reaction for Taylor Chase is totally different than the one given to Marie Jones. The World Champion steps through the curtains and is hit with an absolute tidal wave of elation. The joy is off the charts at the sight of Taylor making her way down the ramp and straight into the ring. The Scarlet Socialite stands right in front of the woman who is wearing Taylor’s knee brace around her leg. Marie has employed that knee brace on Taylor a number of times since she stole it to make Taylor’s life quite miserable.
Taylor: I’m really sad to admit this, and I’ll probably need a few showers after I make such a confession, but part of me agrees with you. I don’t agree with what New Eden did to your sister. That was wrong. But on the flip side, any opportunity I get to see you suffer, is RIGHT.
Marie: Right? RIGHT!?! Let me tell you what’s right you ungrateful bitch, my new toy (points at her stolen titanium knee brace) busting up your heinous face.
Taylor: Try it, because I’ve been itching to get my hands on you, and get my hands on what you took from me.
Marie: Oh, it’s just like I said on NewAge, this brace (knocks on knee) won’t be the last thing I take from you.
Marie’s finger now points directly at the World Title propped upon Taylor’s shoulder.
Taylor: You think you got it in you to take this from me? (Slips belt into palm and raises it aloft) You want to stand up for my agent, Silas, you want to take my knee brace, you want to use that brace to try and fuck up my face….
Marie: No, I don’t want to, I WILL. And I’ll do it at Last Stand….I’m challenging you for your World Championship at….
Taylor: No you’re not.
Marie: Sorry?
Taylor: You’re not challenging me at Last Stand for anything. If you want a Title match, if you want me one on one, then we’re doing it right here on Riot, and that shit is going down right now.
Eyes widen, jaws drop and lungs are deflated of oxygen. The commentators Sparkles and Greyson sound super hyped in the background.
Sparkles: It’s on like Donkey Kong bitches.
Greyson: Is Taylor Chase serious? She’s actually challenging Marie Jones to a World Title match right NOW!?!
It only takes a moment for Marie to think about it. In spite of still having her mother Angelica standing in the ring right beside her and trying to talk Marie down, she makes a pretty brash and impulsive decision.
Marie: Let’s do this.
Sparkles: AWWWW YEAH!
Greyson: OMG, we’re seeing it right now Sparkles, a World Title match between Taylor and Marie. After everything that went down between these two the past few weeks, this is gonna be huge…..
And it’s only about to get bigger.
Alana: What a GOOD© match….
The crowd is absolutely tantalized by the sight of the black eyed Alana Starr. The New Eden member steps to the stage with the massive Jed Wayne standing behind her, holding Alana’s X-Class and Tag Team Titles over his shoulders. The two newest members of New Eden watch the pair in the ring with their dark and inky eyes.
Alana: Our beloved Taylor Chase versus THAT (points at Marie) for the World Title…your Goddess of GOOD© is markin’ out bro. This match totally has New Eden’s support…
Taylor: Alana, do yourself a favor and stay out of th….
Alana: But I don’t want to do myself a favor, God already did enough of those for me (Alana says while gesturing to her curvy body and ultimately pointing at her gorgeous face). New Eden wants to do YOU a favor Taylor. We want to make GOOD© on our promise to give Marie to you on a big ole silver platter, maybe with an apple in her mouth, and a kabob up her bottom.
Marie: Then get your ass in this ring, Alana, and try….
Alana: Nope, I wouldn’t dream of standing in the way of Taylor’s desires, actually, all I want is to make those fantasies a reality. So how about, to make sure there is no outside inference from Marie’s gal-pals in Silas World, and so there’s no chance of Marie escaping Taylor’s wrath, we make this a STEEL CAGE MATCH.
Before either Taylor or Marie can give their seal of approval, we see Silk and Mogui carrying a cage wall from the backstage area.
Greyson: What the hell is New Eden doing?
Sparkles: They’re bringing a Steel Cage to the ring.
Greyson: This is the total opposite of what happened two weeks ago on Riot. Silas World took down the cage that Taylor was slated to face Kloe Masters inside of, but now New Eden is bringing that cage back out here to trap Marie and Taylor inside.
Sparkles: And in New Eden’s minds, they actually think they’re doing Taylor a favor.
Marie, Angelica and Taylor watch as one of the cage walls are set in place against the ring while another is brought down by Mika and Krauzer. The two cage walls are attached to one another.
Sparkles: This might be the single craziest thing Sparkles has ever seen.
Greyson: Well you have lived in a trunk the vast majority of your life.
Sparkles: That would explain it.
Greyson: We’re getting Taylor Chase versus Marie Jones, World Title match INSIDE A STEEL CAGE!
TAYLOR CHASE © VS. MARIE JONES:
WORLD TITLE/STEEL CAGE MATCH
The steel cage has finally been set in place by New Eden, surrounding World Champion Taylor Chase, and challenger Marie Jones. Over the past few months Marie has taken a number of things from Taylor, her spot in Silas World, her titanium knee brace, but now Marie looks to take her World Title. Angelica Jones, Marie’s mother, is now standing outside of the cage, watching through the steel mesh as her daughter and her daughter’s number one enemy prepare to lock up. The crowd sounds just as excited as both Greyson Lovejoy and Sparkles, the commentators especially pumped.
Greyson: This is it babay, a match we’ve been anticipating since the new year began.
Sparkles: Yuppers, because for the past two weeks these two, Marie and Taylor, been beating the tar out of one another.
Greyson: It started two weeks ago when Marie used Taylor’s titanium knee brace to lay the World Champion out and make Taylor pay for leaving Marie’s agent, Silas Mason. Then on NewAge, Taylor was on the cusp of using a switchblade on Marie.
Sparkles: And now New Eden has just forced these two into a Steel Cage, which is gonna be a lot more dangerous than a switchblade.
Head Referee Marcus Mayfield is present and is calling for the bell, getting this World Title match started. The excited masses watch as Marie and Taylor waste absolutely no time, the two picking up right where they left off on NewAge. They rush towards one another and instantly come to blows, exchanging right hands.
Greyson: And here we go Sparkles. I still can’t believe we’re seeing this.
Sparkles: And we have New Eden to thank. They’re the ones who promised they would help Taylor get her revenge on Silas World….
Greyson:…And that’s just what they did by surrounding that ring with the cage, keeping Silas World out.
Sparkles: New Eden so hellbent and determined to lure Taylor into their family, first by abducting her sister Mika Kozlov, and now by putting that cage in place.
Greyson: Alana and Aiken of New Eden also tried to serve Marie up to Taylor like a sacrificial lamb last week on NewAge.
Sparkles: This whole situation has been so f’n twisted.
Speaking of twisted that’s exactly what’s about to happen to Taylor’s face. Marie guides it towards the steel cage only to have Taylor launch her foot into the air, wedging it to the mesh and blocking her forehead from connecting with it. She throws a back elbow into Marie’s ribs, staggering her back, Taylor then delivers a hard knife edge chop right across Marie’s sternum, causing her to go spiraling across the canvas. Taylor rushes in behind Marie, takes her by the back of the head and charges her at the opposite cage wall. Marie is thrown over the ropes and into the steel, but before her face hits the mesh she wraps her hands around it and blocks that impact from happening.
Marie then stomps Taylor’s foot, causing her to stop her attempts at driving Marie’s flesh into the mesh. Marie turns to the World Champion and scoops her up onto her shoulder, holding her in a running powerslam predicament. Marie rushes across the ring with the intent of throwing Taylor into the cage like she were a battering ram. At the last second Taylor slips off of Marie’s shoulder, lands behind her back, wedges her hands to Marie’s spine and shoves her towards the cage.
Marie manages to drop down and roll under the ropes though instead of sailing over them into the cage wall. She then pops up to her feet between the ropes and the cage. Taylor comes rushing in to take advantage of Marie’s predicament but receives a harsh forearm strike to the jaw as a result. Marie then takes Taylor around the back of the head and drops to her knees, pulling Taylor’s throat down into the top cable.
Greyson: At last some offence by Marie Jones. Thus far these two have been trying to take advantage of that cage, but neither has been able to use that steel to either lady’s detriment
Sparkles: That won’t last too much longer.
Indeed it won’t. Taylor is spiraling across the ring into the ropes perpendicular to the ones her throat just snapped off of. She falls against the cables, leaning on it for support when Marie comes racing straight towards her. That momentum comes back to haunt Marie though because upon launching herself at Taylor she instead finds herself launched right into the cage wall. Taylor drops to her back and Marie flies over her, flies over the ropes and smashes into the mesh face first. Marie bounces off the steel and then goes staggering back, trying to get her balance.
Angelica watches from ringside with distress as her daughter’s face ricochets from the cage. Marie staggers back from the steel only to be introduced to it. Taylor steps to Marie’s side, snatches the back of her head and charges her at the cage, throwing her over the ropes right into the mesh. Marie’s skull bounces back and she staggers right into Taylor’s waiting arms, The Champion heaves Marie into the air, going for the True Story. The crowd is absolutely electrified as Taylor sets up to deliver her version of the Go To Sleep right into her knee.
Before Marie’s face can be crushed by the Champion’s knee, the challenger squirms until she’s freed from her rival’s clutches. She lands on her feet beside Taylor and wraps an arm around her neck, applying a headlock. The Ava Marie is about to connect, Marie going for that deadly headlock driver. She is about to crush Taylor’s skull only to have the champion pluck her head free from the headlock at the last second. She then reaches out and takes Marie around the neck, putting her in a dragon sleeper. Taylor then flips Marie over backwards into an inverted suplex, but then twists and drops Marie across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
Taylor is going for the True Story.
Greyson: A big counter back into the True Story, but can Taylor finally hit it?
Sparkles: What a fast paced cage match this has been between these two.
That pace quickens when Taylor throws Marie over into the Go To Sleep only to have Marie counter in mid-air. She catches Taylor around the back of the head and instead of coming down into a raised knee, Marie comes down into an inside cradle. She rolls Taylor over and might have the pin. Head Referee Mayfield slips into position, making an emphatic count.
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The highly excited fans almost blow a gasket when Taylor comes within a fraction of a second of losing her World Title. She amazingly kicks out and sends Marie rolling away from her into the ropes. A grimacing Marie gets to her feet with the aid of the cables as Taylor comes barreling towards her. Just then Marie ducks down and turns Taylor’s momentum against her by employing it to launch the champion into a back drop over the ropes and into the cage wall. Taylor bounces off the steel back first and then comes crashing down to the apron.
Taylor reaches for her kidneys while using the mesh she just bounced off of to reach her feet. Once upright Taylor receives a springboard dropkick. Marie rushes across the ring, springs to the middle cable and then twists through the air, hitting a dropkick over the top rope to Taylor’s face. The back of Taylor’s head crashes into the cage as a result. She then falls back into the ring through the ropes.
She ends up crawling across the ring only to be removed from her elbows and knees via the running punt Marie delivers straight to the champion’s ribs. Taylor is sent flipping over to her back and Marie drops down beside her, delivering repeatedly jabs across the champion’s forehead. Marie stops throwing punches in order to throw Taylor right into the cage.
Marie forces Tay to her feet then charges her across the ring before throwing her over the ropes and into the steel. Taylor’s face bounces off the cage with such force that she goes spiraling right back into Marie’s clutches. The challenger places the champion in a side headlock, setting up for the Ava Marie yet again.
Marie begins to fall forward in order to spike Taylor on top of her head but Taylor suddenly falls back instead of falling forward. She grabs Marie around the thigh and pulls her over backwards into the school girl.
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Marie kicks out, rolling over backwards to her feet and then rushing right at the World Champion. But Taylor sees her rival coming, bending down and back dropping Marie over the cables into the cage. But Marie has other plans, the back of her heels hit the cage wall and she does a headstand on the top rope. She pushes herself back from the cage and down towards Taylor only to come down across the champion’s shoulders. The crowd erupts as Tay steps to the center of the ring preparing to deliver the True Story.
Greyson: Is this it? Is this it? Is Taylor gonna nail Marie right in the face with her knee? Is this her retribution?
Sparkles: Tay-Tay about to get some payback on Silas World.
Taylor is right on the cusp of having her vengeance, launching Marie over her head and down into the true Story. Taylor launches her knee straight into Marie’s face, or at least she would have if Marie hadn’t managed to twist her body on the way down to the canvas. She lands on her feet as opposed to face first across Taylor’s elevated knee. That knee is caught in Marie’s clutches and lifted into the air while Taylor’s planted foot is hit with an inside leg trip. Taylor lands on her back and Marie flips forward into the jackknife cover.
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Taylor sits up and reverses the pin, rolling Marie over backwards onto her shoulders.
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Marie keeps on rolling backwards, ending up on her feet. She then steps towards Taylor’s legs only to have the champion lift her feet, wedge them to Marie’s chest and kick her back. Instead of falling to the ring, Marie back flips over and lands on her feet. She then goes rushing right at Taylor who suddenly bends down and catches the challenger with a back drop over the ropes and into the cage wall.
Greyson: Marie avoided going into that cage the first time, but not the second.
Marie bounces off the steel and crashes between the mesh and the ropes. She is agonizing as she rolls back into the ring where the World Champion is prompt to go for the pin. She drops down on top of Marie, the Champion hooking both of Marie’s legs.
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A kick out seems like a difficult task but Marie still manages to achieve it. She rolls away from Taylor, who sits up on the canvas mumbling beneath her breath. Although Taylor is peeved by this kick-out, she can take but a modicum of solace in knowing she’ll have more opportunity to beat down Marie.
Taylor indulges this opportunity to make Marie suffer by pulling her to her feet and throwing her along right into the ropes. Marie’s head falls over the cables and into the cage, Taylor taking the back of her skull and grinding Marie’s flesh against the cage. Marie screams out in pain as her skin is peeled from her bone.
Taylor then steps back and lunges into the air, dropkicking Marie to the back of her head, ramming her face against the cage. Marie collapses to the canvas while Taylor ascends to her feet, feet that are carrying her towards the cage door. It is presently opened by the referee, Arnie Ficklebottom, on the outside of the ring, allowing Taylor to make her exit and retain her World Title.
Taylor is about half way out of the cage before spotting Angelica Jones waiting for her on the outside mats. Angelica is just daring Taylor to try and exit the cage, because once Taylor does, Angelica will make her regret it. This brief distraction allows Marie to go rushing in behind Taylor and leap frog not only over the champion, but over the ropes and through the cage door. Marie lands on the steel steps and quickly tries to move down them in order to reach the ringside mats with both feet touching them and the title coming into her possession.
Sparkles: Holy spamonie, Marie’s gonna reach those mats, she’s gonna reach those mats.
Marie is literally only two steps away from reaching the mats before Taylor reaches something else, Marie’s hair. She grabs hold of it and keeps Marie from getting any closer to the mats. The hair is yanked and Marie is dragged back up the steps and onto the apron. Taylor then turns Marie around, places her in a front chancery and vertical suplexes her back into the ring. But Marie counters in mid-air, twisting around and landing behind Taylor.
Marie wraps her arms around Taylor’s waist and then drops back into the roll up. Taylor is folded up beneath Marie, who sits on the Champion’s thighs, pinning her shoulders to the canvas.
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Taylor kicks out, launching Marie across the ring and right towards the ropes that separate her from the open cage door. Marie prepares to dive through those ropes and to the outside of the ring to win the World Title. Marie is half way out of the cage before having her waistband caught. Taylor pulls Marie back into the ring and then into the back stabber. Marie’s spine bounces off of the knees and as a result bounces back to her feet. She falls into the ropes, leaning over them and drearily looking through the still opened cage door that is mere inches removed from her face.
Taylor now comes rushing in after Marie only to have the challenger side step the inbound champion. As a result Taylor goes flying through the ropes to the outside of the ring. She comes down right on top of the steps with her hands mere centimeters removed from the ringside mats.
Greyson: Taylor is going to reach the outside of the ring! She’s about to retain the World Title!
Sparkles: If only she hadn’t landed on those steps.
Taylor is sliding down those steps and is right on the cusp of reaching the mats before Marie reaches something else, grabbing hold of the champion’s ankle. Marie pulls on Taylor’s leg until she is dragged back up the steps and back to the apron. Taylor stands up with her back to the cables and back to Marie. The challenger reaches over the cables and grabs Taylor’s shoulders only to have the champion nail a back elbow right into Marie’s cheek. The impact sends Marie staggering back to the center of the ring and gives Taylor another huge opportunity to reach the ringside mats. She begins to step down the stairs when Angelica grabs the cage door and swings it with all of her strength right towards Taylor’s body.
It seems the door is about to smash Taylor in the face but instead they connect with the World Champion’s feet. Taylor leans back against the ropes and lifts her feet into the air, wedging her boots to the cage door, keeping it from connecting with her body. Angelica is pushing on the other end of that door though, determined to drive it right into Taylor’s body.
Sparkles: The Dragon trying to smash Tay-Tay with the cage door.
Greyson: Angelica trying to help her daughter Marie win the World Title. Good lord, if Angelica is entering the 2015 Last Stand Rumble match, and Marie wins the World Title tonight….
Sparkles: It could very well end up being mother versus daughter for the World Title at Invictus II.
Taylor continues to put her feet to the cage door, forcing it back from her body. Angelica won’t give up trying to squish the World Champion. Actually scratch that, she DOES give up when Katelyn Buehler comes scrambling down the ramp and towards the cage.
Sparkles: My Twitter gal-pal is here again.
Greyson: Katelyn Buehler has made it pretty damn clear tonight that her ambition is to break Silas World apart in retaliation for Silas Mason ruining her life. Now it looks like she’s coming out here to deal with two more members of Silas World, Marie and Angelica.
Angelica has no idea that Katelyn is closing in on her before Angelica is being spun around. She comes face to face with Katelyn, who is TRYING to reason with the Dragon.
Katelyn: You don’t need to do this….Silas is using YOU.
Angelica sneers at Katelyn then turns her focus back to the cage door that is being pushed by Taylor’s feet right back and right into Angelica’s forehead. The mesh bounces from Angelica’s face sending her flying back to the mats. Katelyn stands over Angelica, shaking her head.
Taylor remains on the apron before starting down the steps, intent on getting to the ringside mats and retaining her world Title. That’s before Marie reaches under the ropes from the ring, grabs Taylor’s ankles and drags them out from under her body. Taylor falls forward and smashes her face against the steel steps.
Sparkles: OOOOH SNAP!
Greyson: Taylor’s face taking a NASTY thud against those steps.
Marie now pulls on Taylor’s legs, dragging her under the ropes and back into the ring. Once she’s in the squared circle Taylor is taken around the neck, led to her feet and put into position for the Ava Marie.
Greyson: This might just be it, Sparkles, this might just be the denouement to the issues between Taylor and Marie. I just hate to think it’ll conclude with Marie winning the World Title.
The Ava Marie is about to be delivered and is about to seal the World Champion’s fate. Or at least it would be if Marie weren’t suddenly distracted by something, that something being Katelyn Buehler. She is now standing at the top of the steel stairs, glaring into the ring and trying to talk to Marie.
Katelyn: You need to listen to me Marie. You may think you want Taylor’s title, but the moment you win this match, Silas will make your life a living hell. You don’t want this Marie, you don’t want Silas in your corner as Champion. He’ll ruin you. He’ll destroy your legacy. Just look at what he did to me.
Marie: Get the hell out of here WHORE!
Katelyn TRIES not to lose her cool. She just stands there and seethes but Marie will do no seething and she will do no standing around. She finally begins to drop forward into the Ava Marie only to have Taylor suddenly swing her body around out the headlock driver and into the back slide. She pulls Marie down to the canvas and Mayfield makes the count.
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Marie BARELY manages to get her shoulder up in time to prevent falling victim to the three count. In the process of kicking out, Marie rolls over backwards onto her feet and then catches the rising Taylor around the neck. Marie is setting up for the Ava Marie once again, but this time Taylor pushes her off, sending Marie charging across the ring before ultimately crashing directly into the ropes that Katelyn is standing on the opposite aside of. The collision sends Katelyn flying off the apron and plummeting to the outside of the ring to nothing but a chorus of boos from the crowd.
Greyson: Holy shit…Taylor just threw Marie into Katelyn.
Sparkles: On accident?
Greyson: Well the long standing issues between Katelyn and Taylor have been so well documented over the past year or so. Maybe it wasn’t as unintentional as it would appear.
Katelyn is splayed across the mats, knocked unconscious by her tumble and sickening thud against the mats. The other recipient of this bump, Marie, now finds her body spiraling away from the ropes and into Taylor’s waiting arms. Taylor stoops, catches Marie across her shoulders and stands up in anticipation of at long last delivering the True Story. The whole building erupts as Taylor throws Marie over her head and then catches her coming down with the True Story finally connecting. Taylor’s knee catches every inch of Marie’s face, knocking the Phoenix absolutely loopy. Marie’s face bounces back from the knee as she unconsciously stands on her feet bobbing from side to side. Ultimately she takes a flop to the canvas that would make Ric Flair envious. Speaking of making people envious, Taylor is about to be the envy of everyone in the Manhattan Center when she goes crawling towards the cover.
Greyson: Taylor is going to do it…she’s going to pin Marie Jones after a devastating True Story.
Sparkles: Retain your title Tay, do it for Sparkles!
Taylor COULD go for the pin on Marie, but instead she’s going after something else. The fans are howling in delight at the sight of Tay wrapping her hands around the titanium knee brace affixed around Marie’s leg, beginning to tear it away.
Greyson: Look at this Sparkles, Taylor’s taking back her knee brace.
Sparkles: The one that evil Wendy’s mascot stole from Tay-Tay-Salad.
Anticipation builds for the reunion between Taylor and her knee brace. The World Champion has a few straps undone and is right on the verge of tearing the brace away from Marie’s leg. Just when it seems the crowd has cause to at long last ‘hope’ Angelica Jones dashes that fantasy. She slides into the steel cage and the mother protects her daughter’s ‘belongings.’ The Dragon rushes in and blasts Taylor across the cheek with a running boot that is so vicious that the Champion is seemingly rendered instantly unconscious. Taylor falls back, grabbing at her skull which has to be splitting in pain.
Greyson: Dammit-dammit-dammit….knew it was only a matter of time.
Sparkles: Angelica was neutralized earlier, but Taylor couldn’t keep her out of this cage match forever.
Angelica now takes a seat on Taylor’s stomach, grabbing her by the bangs and lifting the Champion’s skull off the canvas. Angelica now subjects Taylor’s face to repeated headbutts. At the same time that her mother is beating down Taylor, Marie is sitting up with the help of the ropes and already fastening the straps on her stolen knee brace, securing it to her leg. The boos from the crowd become all the more heated when Mrs. Budde, Lenore Price-Mason and Sienna Swann come racing down the ramp and sliding into the cage.
Greyson: Here comes the rest of Silas World to add to Taylor’s wounds.
Sparkles: Why can’t they leave Tay-Tay alone? She doesn’t deserve this. She gave Sparkles a piece of cheese once.
Boots begin to rain down on Taylor from every conceivable angle, hitting every inch of her anatomy. Budde, Swann, Lenore and Angelica continue to savagely wail on a seemingly defenseless Taylor. Their blows only stop when Marie’s screams fill the cage.
Marie: Stand her up!
If the crowd wasn’t feral before, now they are straight up beastly as Lenore and Budde grab Taylor’s arms and use them to force the World Champion to her feet. All the while Marie is lining her up for a knock out shot with the KNEE-BRACE. Marie stands in front of Taylor slapping the titanium plated weapon covering her leg. Obviously Marie is intent on introducing that brace with Taylor’s face for the second Riot in a row.
Greyson: Silas World orchestrating the destruction of Taylor Chase yet again. They are determined to make her pay for leaving their group, and clearly Marie wants to send the message that she is after that World Title in Taylor’s possession.
Sparkles: This Cage match didn’t go the way that New Eden thought it would at all.
And this attack on Taylor is not about to go the way that Silas World thought it would either. Lenore grabs Taylor by the bangs and pulls back on her head so that Marie can get in a clear, unobstructed blow on the champion’s chin. But in the process of pulling back Taylor’s head, her eyes come into view, eyes void of pupils and coated in blackness.
Marie: What the fuck…..
Taylor: Hehehehehee….do your worse Marie….hehehehe.
Marie looks legitimately frazzled by the sight of Taylor’s eyes, and the sound of her maniacal laughter.
Sparkles: What is going on here?
Greyson: Taylor’s eyes….they’re just like all those belonging to New Eden.
Although Marie is surprised, her effort to destroy Taylor will not be derailed. She begins to rush forward to deliver the TKO with the titanium knee brace on the verge of connecting with the Champion’s face only to have her attack redirected.
The fans change their tone from one of despair to one of delirium when Katelyn recovers from her collision with Marie, which happened moments earlier, and comes rolling into the ring with fists cocked back.
Greyson: KATELYN!
Sparkles: Casper is back on her feet, back on the cage, and back on the attack against Silas World.
Greyson: She warned them earlier tonight, and they wouldn’t listen.
Sparkles: Now some bitches gotta pay.
Budde comes charging at Katelyn only to receive a brutal roaring elbow to the jaw. The KTFO connects across Budde’s face, sending her spiraling to the canvas. The moment Katelyn knocks out Budde, Marie and Angelica are making as discreet an exit from the cage as possible. Actually Angelica is FORCING Marie out of the door and away from the steel structure. Although the match has clearly been thrown out, Marie does not want to give up on her chance to inflict injury on Katelyn. Unfortunately for Marie, the only one who is sustaining injury at the moment is her Silas World teammate Lenore Price-Mason, who is presently draped over Taylor’s shoulders. Taylor spins in several circles around the ring, laughing menacingly and continues to wear a set of inky eyes. She finally stops spinning and starts hurting, throwing Lenore into the TRUE STORY.
Taylor’s knee smashes Lenore in the face, knocking her back into the waiting arms of Sienna. Sienna tumbles back and falls to the canvas, now hiding beneath Lenore’s body. Meanwhile Taylor drops to her knees in the middle of the ring, continuing to snicker with those pupiless eyes. Katelyn, her long time rival, now turns towards Taylor, staring her up and down.
Katelyn: Taylor….what….the….fuck?
The moment Katelyn’s words reach Taylor’s ears the laughing stops and the color begins to return to Taylor’s eyes. We at last see her pupils even though she’s blinking her eyes repeatedly.
Taylor: Where…where am I? And what are YOU doing here?
It’s unsure who’s more confused, Katelyn or Taylor. While Katelyn has no idea what to make of what she just saw happen, Taylor has no idea what happened period.
BACKSTAGE
Serenity: Didn’t Katelyn look so yummy out there?
Willow: Absolutely delicious my love, absolutely delicious.
The leather wrapped and mask sporting Serenity is making her way through the backstage area with Willow Wilkes faithfully at her side. The two members of Psychomachia are shown headed for the squared circle while regaling each other with conversation regarding Serenity’s ex-fiancée Katelyn Buehler.
Willow: What a shame things ended so badly between the two of you.
Serenity: That’s the route most storybook romances go.
Willow: Not all.
Willow reaches out and interlocks hands with Serenity, their clasped hands almost swinging back and forth between them as they proceed down the corridor.
Susie: Ummmm, scuse me Abi-cat and Willow-Wonka…..
If anything could take Serenity and Willow out of the mood, it would be Susie Moore and her intrusive questions. The bubbly backstage correspondent approaches Psychomachia with a tentative gait in her step and a shivering hand clasping her microphone.
Serenity: Hello Susie, can we assist you with something?
Susie: Answers maybe?
Willow: Then we need to know the questions.
Susie: Okay, firstly, WTH ladies? Everyone is looking for the two of you, security has asked me three times if I’ve seen you, and after they finish frisking me for God only knows what reason, I told em no.
Willow: We can be quite discreet when we wish to be.
Susie: Did you two seriously abduct Crissy Garner?
Serenity: We have her stored away someplace very safe.
Susie: But why?
Willow: She made it pretty public that she’s a friend of William Mason’s….
Serenity: Which makes her the perfect bait.
Susie: Bait, for what? Bass?
Serenity: No-no-no. Earlier tonight I told the world that Psychomachia’s efforts to transform Prestige were successful, that we had turned them into the ruthless villains we would need to properly strengthen us for what is to come next. JaMarcus Avery, Christy Hightower, the two of them have proven that the transformation was complete. They mercilessly assaulted members of Psychomachia while their backs were turned. Well we feel that their leader William, he requires a bit more coaxing.
Willow: We think William needs that one last push over the ledge….hahahahaha, no that wasn’t SUPPOSED to be a joke about throwing him down a flight of stairs.
Serenity: So we took Crissy to give William that final push. And now we will head for the ring and show the world that William has truly been transformed when I offer him what so many have wanted.
Susie: The whole Power Rangers DVD box-set?
Serenity: Not exactly. I’m offering William a free shot….
The hand that wasn’t wrapped around Willow’s, is raised, Serenity showing that she’s holding a baseball bat in her palm.
Serenity: It’s time to show that William has abandoned PURITY and has truly become the RUTLESS enemy that Psychomachia NEEDS.
Serenity turns her almost hollow eyes to the hard camera.
Serenity: Come along William, meet us in the ring.
Willow: Batter up!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
Marie: What are you doing? Let go of my damned arm.
Angelica Jones does not listen to the demands of her daughter as she leads Marie Jones along into the guerilla position. In spite of the rage prevalent in Marie’s tone, Angelica will not bend to her will. It isn’t until Marie yanks her arm free that Angelica at last affords her some attention.
Marie: Seriously? What the hell are you thinking dragging me away from that cage?
Angelica: I did what was best for you.
Marie: Wait a minute-wait a minute-wait a minute. You call dragging me away from a World Title match, what’s best for me?
Angelica: When you walk into a match of that magnitude so impulsively, and agree to fight under New Eden’s rules, then yes, pulling you out of that situation was for the greater good.
Marie: Pfft. You know damn well that Taylor deserved to have her hideous face crushed by MY knee brace….
Once again Marie is tapping at the titanium brace around her leg that she took from Taylor.
Marie: After the way she threatened me with that knife and allowed my sister to be threatened, I’m…..
Angelica: Marie, Taylor isn’t the one who should be held responsible for what happened to Jessica (Lasiewicz). Your anger is misdirected.
Marie: Who SHOULD I be directing it at?
Angelica: The people pulling Taylor’s strings….NEW ED….
Alana: GRAB THEM!
Marie and Angelica look away from one another and towards the army baring down upon them, an army led by New Eden’s Alana Starr. Within seconds Angelica finds her body being pushed back and forced against a wall by Jed Wayne and Krauzer, the monsters holding her in place. Marie has her legs pulled out from under her by Silk and Mogui, causing her to tumble to her back. Aiken Frost then grabs Marie’s wrists, pinning her arms down to the ground. Just then Alana steps into view standing at the side of Marie’s outstretched leg and the valuable piece of equipment wrapped around it.
Aiken: Take it my love.
Alana is way ahead of Aiken, she’s stooping over Marie’s legs and unfastening the titanium knee brace. Taylor’s stolen possession now ends up taken from Marie’s leg and in Alana’s hands.
Marie: No…dammit NO!!
Angelica: GET OFF OF HER!!
Angelica struggles to get out of the clutches of Jed and Krauzer, but it’s to no avail.
Alana: Relax mommy dearest.
The knee brace is now resting across Alana’s shoulders.
Alana: We’ve got what we came for.
Aiken: But we WILL be back for the rest later.
The rest presumably being Marie’s life. New Eden suddenly makes themselves scarce, absconding with Taylor’s knee brace. The second New Eden is out of view, Angelica drops to Marie’s side, sitting her up on the concrete.
Marie: This isn’t over….
Angelica: No, it’s just beginning.
IN-RING
”Evil Ways” is playing over the speakers inside of the Manhattan Center, amply warning the crowd that something wicked this way comes. A baseball bat clutching Serenity steps through the curtains with Willow Wilkes right beside her. The two Psychomachia representatives are headed for the squared circle, dangerously without the back up of Cassidy Haze, Maxine Moore or Jessika. The commentators’ voices flare up in the background.
Greyson: Just when we think we’re through with the insanity, here comes Psychomachia.
Sparkles: Do you think they can possibly be anymore insane than what we just saw in that cage between Taylor Chase, Marie Jones and Katelyn Buehler?
Greyson: If anyone can raise the bar for insanity, it would be these two ladies.
Said insanity is about to be unleashed when Willow and Serenity step to the center of the ring. While Serenity holds a bat, Willow holds a microphone.
Willow: Prestige, we have been very-very pleased with the progress you’ve shown throughout the night. It started with JaMarcus Avery abandoning his pride and indulging his rage, we saw him be the merciless villain Psychomachia so desperately needs to face. Then Christy Hightower, she proved that she is becoming a sadist as well, one who will give us a proper challenge. Now it’s your turn William (Mason). You’re friends have proven they’ve embraced their transformation, so monkey see, monkey do.
Serenity: Step into my parlor said the spider to the fly. Come down that ramp William and do what you’ve been yearning to do for months. Take this baseball bat (holds her weapon aloft) and knock my God damned head off with it.
Willow: Let’s see you mercilessly thrash Serenity.
Serenity: And then, after you’ve finished, we’ll give your friend Crissy Garner back to you.
Willow: Crissy Garner, the woman WE nabbed during her match with Psychomachia earlier tonight.
Serenity: Doesn’t that make you so angry, William? Doesn’t it just tear you up inside knowing that we took your friend?
Willow: Who knows what sick and twisted things we’ve done to her.
Serenity: Maybe we’ve transformed her too.
Willow: Let’s go William, get out here and embrace that anger that blackens your heart.
Serenity: Be the villain!
Serenity throws the baseball bat to the ground and turns her back on it before falling to her knees. She then interlocks her hands behind her head, leaving her entirely exposed to the pending blow. The wait for William Mason isn’t a very long one. Already his entrance music, “The Night,” is blaring throughout the PA system. The curtains open and William Mason and Karen McBride are stepping through them to the stage. It’s here that the Prestige pair stop, William shifting around the Pure Title over his shoulder. He and Karen take a deep breath and then head for the ring.
Sparkles: There’s my Willie, popping up when you least expect it.
Greyson: Please for the love of all that is good and holy, THINK before you SPEAK.
The fans are more than a little enthusiastic regarding what they’re about to see next. Presumably Prestige’s destruction of Psychomachia. Karen is watching from the apron as William approaches the baseball bat, stooping to pick it up.
Serenity: Yes, that’s it William, take the bat….
William has the baseball bat in hand.
Serenity: Splendid. Now embrace your hate…Embrace your anger….Swing and don’t hold anything back….Show me no mercy.
William stares down at the baseball bat and the oh so tempting target that is Serenity’s turned back.
Serenity: Come on William….come on….just swing…..be the ROGUE.
William turns his sights to Karen, who’s only response is a shrug of the shoulders. She clearly has no insight or advice to give to William, forcing him to make his own decision. Finally after much deliberation, the bat begins to lower, never connecting with Serenity’s back. This does not sit well with either Serenity or Willow.
Serenity: What’s wrong with you William? Don’t you care about what we did to Crissy?
Willow: Don’t you give a damn about your friends?
Karen: Fuck it…
Karen enters the ring and takes the baseball bat out of William’s hands.
Karen: I’ll hit the bitch.
The bat is already raising and Karen is already on the cusp of swinging it. Just then William intervenes though, grabbing Karen and preventing her from following through.
William: No…..
A look of betrayal fills Karen’s eyes as she turns to William.
William: We won’t be what Psychomachia wants us to be.
The baseball bat falls out of Karen’s hands and hits the canvas. Prestige gets as far away from that bat as possible, rolling out of the ring and heading up the ramp. Serenity takes her hands away from the back of her head, turning it to watch Prestige walk away.
Serenity: Where are the two of you going? Come back here….attack me! Accept your transformation.
Neither William nor Karen respond to these demands, they just keep walking, right up the ramp and into the backstage area.
Serenity: Fine, William, fine. I guess we haven’t done enough to transform you into the rogue Psychomachia needs. But hey, maybe THIS will do the trick.
Serenity extends her palm to her normal lurking perch, the rafters. Standing in the scaffolds high above the ring are Serenity’s fellow Psychomachia cohorts, Cassidy Haze, Jessika and Maxine Moore. And standing amongst them is a bound woman with her back to turned to the camera and her neck wrapped in a noose. The second William spots the abducted Crissy Garner in the rafters, with rope around her throat, the Pure Champion is prompted to head back to the ring, back to the woman who put Crissy in this predicament, back to Serenity.
Serenity: You don’t want to see harm come to Crissy, then be vengeful, be wrathful, be Psychomachia’s villain.
William slips into the ring and takes hold of the baseball bat. All the while Karen is standing at ringside, shaking her head and shouting at William. This time she IS giving William advice, but it’s not advice he’s taking. Instead of walking away from this situation at Karen’s behest, William stands in the thick of it, ready to put the bat to use.
William: Don’t you care about your friend, William? Hit Serenity and save Crissy.
The bat is shaking along with William’s whole body, finding himself so incredibly conflicted by Serenity’s disturbing proposal. He suddenly lifts the bat above his head and takes a momentum building step towards Serenity.
Karen: No William….
Now it’s Karen who grabs the bat in William’s hand and pulls his eyes to her face.
Karen: You were right…..
Karen takes the bat out of William’s hand and throws it to the ground.
Karen: We won’t be what Psychomachia wants us to be.
It takes some strong words to at last compel William to level his head.
William: You’re right…
This dedication to purity displayed by Karen and William has Serenity and Willow looking profoundly disturbed. Actually Serenity looks sad….very sad….her eyes ridden with despair and downcast to the canvas.
Serenity: You give us no choice then.
Horrified screams fill the Manhattan Center as the body of Crissy is knocked over the railing of the rafters by Cassidy.
William: NOOO!
Terror consumes the eyes of the Prestige members looking up from the ring at the body that now hangs from the noose high above their heads.
William: What have you…?
To the relief of Karen and William the pair simultaneously realizes that the body hanging from the noose, is not the body of Crissy Garner, and is not a body at all…it’s a mannequin.
Serenity: GOTCHA.
Such rage overwhelms both members of the Prestige, rage so all-consuming that it brings William to his knees. He realizes there is no outlet for his fury, as it would play directly into Psychomachia’s desires. A now smiling Serenity makes those demands transparent after she and Willow exit the ring.
Serenity: You can find your friend Crissy in the janitor’s closet just outside of your office, Karen, and last time we saw her, she was still in good health. Don’t know how much longer that will last. I wouldn’t count on any of your friends remaining healthy for very long, because until you accept your transformation, and embrace your role as Psychomachia’s rogues, anyone Prestige cares about will suffer.
BACKSTAGE
Katelyn: She has totally lost it.
Katelyn Buehler was just ambling on down the corridor, recovering from her earlier escapades when she spotted a monitor providing a feed of what’s going on in the ring. The sight of Serenity pleading with William for him to assault her has left Katelyn cringing.
Katelyn: What’s gotten into her?
Susie: Holy monkey balls, Katie-Bear.
Backstage correspondent Susie Moore steps into view holding a microphone and looking blown away by everything that’s happened throughout the night. Though to be fair, a jingling set of car-keys can blow Susie away.
Susie: Did you just see what your ex-fiancee was doing in the ring?
Katelyn: Uhhh…yeeeeaaah.
Katelyn says with an arched eyebrow and hands gesturing to the TV that is so obviously playing footage of Serenity.
Susie: Did you know she and her friends totally abducted someone too.
Katelyn: To be honest with you Susie, that doesn’t even surprise me.
Susie: So whacca gonna do about it?
Katelyn: Me?
Susie: Yeah. You’re kinda responsible for this ain’t ya?
Katelyn: How do you figure?
Susie: Didn’t your affair with Silas kinda push your fiancée over the edge?
Katelyn: Hmmmm, I suppose you do have a point there, Susie. You deserve a big gold star for that.
Susie: And glitter?
Katelyn: Let’s not go that far.
Susie: Awww.
Katelyn: But your right, Susie, I think it’s time for a talk with Abigail….
Susie: With Serenity?
Katelyn: I won’t call her that. She’ll always be MY Abigail.
Susie: Speaking of other people you might need to give a frowny face lecture to, what about all those ladies in the Last Stand Rumble match that have been threatening the holy guacamole out of ya? Are girlies like Mary-Allison Chainz and Jessica Wilde, and their attacks on you making you regret your decision to participate in the Rumble?
Katelyn: Absolutely NOT. All of these threats, all of these attacks from Chainz and Wilde, even the fact that they branded me with a ‘W’ on the last NewAge, have only strengthened my resolve. Now I’m more determined to be in that Rumble than ever, so I can not only win it, but personally eliminate both of their skanky asses….
Susie: Okay, another question. Why did Wilde spray-paint a ‘W’ on you? Is she trying to imply that you’re a ‘walrus’ or something? Because I love walruses, they have mustaches and look suspiciously like Wilfred Brimley.
Katelyn: No Susie, Wilde wasn’t calling me a ‘WALRUS,’ that W she branded me with stood for ‘Wh….”
Wilde: WHORE….oooooh Whore.
The same monitor that Katelyn was employing to watch Serenity in the ring is now displaying images of Jessica Wilde. The very woman who branded Katelyn with a can of spray-paint on the last NewAge comes into view. Wilde’s surroundings are the merchandize booths, where a number of Katelyn Buehler t-shirts are displayed. The seven foot Executioner is stood right beside Wilde and is holding one of the t-shirts, stretching it between his palms.
Wilde: Did you think I was through? That I would stop at leaving my scarlet letter on you? So wrong yet again, Whore. Because still your fans cheer you, still they support you, still they buy your merchandize. They don’t realize that all they’re doing is endorsing you’re perverse and depraved lifestyle. I won’t allow it. Your fans have to know what they’re truly supporting….
A can of spray-paint is shaken out to Wilde’s side. She uses it to spray the letter ‘W’ on the t-shirt Executioner is holding. The masked giant chuckles as he proudly holds up the shirt that has just been marked with the scarlet letter. Wilde isn’t through yet though, she approaches the merchandise stands and every article of clothing associated with Katelyn is sprayed as well.
Susie: That’s mean.
Katelyn, who was watching all of Wilde’s actions via the monitor mounted on the crate backstage, begins to tremble with anger.
Katelyn: Susie…
Susie: Yes?
Katelyn: Looks like I have to go deal with a W….
Susie: Walrus?
Katelyn: Sure, Susie, a walrus.
Excitement builds as Katelyn Buehler makes her way down the corridor, looking intent on wrapping up what has already been a crazy night by bringing finality to her long standing issues with Jessica Wilde.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
Kelcey: Taylor, talk to me….Please.
There is a surprising lack of dialogue from Taylor Chase-Cruze. The World Champion remains quiet as she sits in her sofa, head flung over the back of it and hands cupping her eyes. Her best friend Kelcey Wallace is seated right beside her on the sofa, palming Taylor’s knee.
Kelcey: What’s going on with you?
Taylor: I wish I knew.
Finally Taylor speaks before removing her hands form her eyes, allowing the world to see that she DOES have pupils once again.
Taylor: It’s happening more and more.
Kelcey: What’s happening?
Taylor: The blackouts, Kels. I’m losing time.
Kelcey: You’re blanking and having trouble remembering what happens when you do?
Taylor: Exactly. Like a few minutes ago when Marie challenged me. I remember stepping into the cage, but literally nothing after that.
Kelcey: All I know is that Silas World attacked you again. That’s all I can tell you. I was away from the TV….
Taylor: Doing what?
Kelcey: That’s not important right now. It sounds like you could use some rest.
Taylor: Where are you going?
Kelcey stands up and approaches the door only to turn back to the room before exiting.
Kelcey: You’re under a lot of stress right now, and I don’t want to keep prodding you and adding to it. I’m going to get you something to help raise your spirits.
Taylor: Marie Jones’ decapitated head?
Kelcey: I was thinking more along the lines of an espresso.
Taylor: That works too.
Kelcey smiles warmly and then steps into the hall. The door no sooner closes behind Kelcey’s back before being pounced on by the figure in the hallway.
Scott Cannon: So did you talk to her?
Co-holder of the Tag Team Titles, Scott Cannon, accompanied of course by his bodyguard Kordy, step into view. Kelcey looks less than thrilled to see either one of them, especially Taylor’s stalker, Scott.
Kelcey: No, I didn’t. Don’t you realize what you caused earlier tonight?
Scott: What are you talking about?
Kelcey: You had me distracted earlier. When I should have been running out to help Taylor against Silas World, I was too busy listening to you drone on and on about why I should go to bat for you.
Scott: And you should. Silas World never would have gotten the drop on Taylor if she just trusted me, if she just allowed me to be there for her. That’s what you need to tell her, that’s what you need to convince her of.
Kelcey: No, Scott, I don’t need to do anything for you. Not after what you’ve done.
Scott: Kels, deep down you know Tay needs me. I’m the only one who can keep her safe.
Kelcey: By doing what exactly? Convincing her that joining New Eden is a good idea?
Scott: Their a means to an end Kels, a means to an end. They’re going to help Tay and I get rid of Silas World once and for all.
Kelcey: Listen, I have a pounding migraine right now. I’m through with this.
That’s all she wrote, Kelcey walks away from Scott who will not be heard. The Tag Champion sighs, rubbing his eyes while Kordy pats him reassuringly on the shoulder.
Kordy: You win some, you lose some.
Scott: Kordy, do me a favor.
Kordy: Mmhmmmm..
Scott: Stop touching me.
Kordy: Sure.
Kordy takes her hand off his shoulder.
Scott: With BOTH hands.
Kordy: Oh….
Kordy lifts her other hand into view.
Kordy: Kordy was just giving you a pat on the bottom to show good sportsmanship.
Scott: Sure Kordy, sure.
IN-RING
Mika: Hey-hey Scotty!
The crowd is rather unapologetic regarding Mika Kozlov and her skips taken towards the ring. The dangerous Russian, who’s eyes show a total absence of color, rendered jet black as a result of her association with New Eden, makes her way down the ramp. While a microphone is clutched in one palm, another object hangs from the other. A protective steel knee brace, the one that had been stolen by Marie Jones, and was just reclaimed by New Eden backstage. The commentators are a little concerned regarding Mika’s arrival, given the heightened aurora of insanity that has permeated tonight’s telecast.
Greyson: We transition from one of the oddest scenes we’ve ever witnessed featuring Serenity and Psychomachia, to the equally as odd Mika Kozlov and New Eden.
Sparkles: What is Mika holding?
Greyson: That looks like her sister’s, Taylor Chase’s, knee brace. We saw New Eden take that brace off of Marie Jones, who stole it from Taylor back at the End of the Year Special.
Sparkles: Now what is Mika going to do with it?
Greyson: I shudder to think.
Once in the ring Mika is holding up the knee brace for everyone to get a very clear view of it.
Mika: I hope your somewhere listening Scott (Cannon). Because New Eden has a present for you.
Once again the knee brace is raised above her head.
Mika: Right here, in Mika’s hands, is my sestra’s knee brace. Her most prized possession in the whole wide world. New Eden took it back from Marie (Jones), and now, we want YOU (Mika does an Uncle Sam inspired finger point towards the backstage area) to be the one who gives the brace back to Taylor.
The crowd is not on board with this idea, not whatsoever.
Mika: Just think of all the points you would win with my sestra if you were the one who took her brace back to her. You have been dying to regain Taylor’s trust, this (raises brace) will do it. And when she does jump so lovingly into your arms in gratitude for returning her property, you will have New Eden to thank. For once again we fulfilled another of the promises we made to you Scotty, and all we ask in return, is NOTHING AT ALL. It is only your happiness that we are concerned with.
The knee brace lowers to Mika’s side and now Mika is turning to the hard camera.
Mika: Speaking of happiness. Let us talk about something that makes Mika very-very happy. The World Title, the World Title held by my precious sestra. I told her several weeks ago what I wanted, and it’s the championship around her waist. On NewAge, I won a number one contenders match against Karen McBride to become the next challenger for the World Championship…..
Greyson: Erm correction. That match between Karen McBride was actually for the number one contendership to the NHB Title….Mika has just convinced herself that it was for a World Title shot.
Sparkles: Yes, but most the time when Mika says she wants something, people aren’t stupid enough to tell her no.
In spite of the ‘facts,’ Mika is obsessed with selling everyone on her ‘fiction.’
Mika: I am not going to allow what Serenity did on NewAge to ruin what was the biggest victory of my career.
Mika sneers upon mentioning Serenity’s name.
Greyson: Serenity was the one who attacked Karen McBride’s knee backstage with a baseball bat, keeping her from competing against Mika and causing Mika to win via forfeit.
Sparkles: And Mika isn’t too happy about that.
Mika: Nothing will devalue my victory, not Serenity, not anyone. I have worked all my life to challenge for the World Title. Facing Taylor for the belt is more important to me than anything in the world, and it will happen….it will happen at Last Stand. I will face my sestra, and I will become the World Champion. It will be an all New Eden main event. Aiken (Frost) promised Taylor that she would be reunited with me, and he is true to his word. Because Taylor and I will be back together, in the center of the ring, at Last Stand, with my sestra’s title on the li…..
Marie: Do you even realize how delusional you sound?
Suddenly Mika’s comments are drowned out by the tones of Silas World. Marie Jones stands front and center, stepping through the curtains with a microphone in hand and an aching Mrs. Budde, Lenore Price-Mason, Angelica Jones and Sienna Swann right along beside her. While Mrs. Budde and Lenore are still wearing wounds after their physical encounter in the cage earlier tonight, Marie looks more fired up than ever after that bout. While a microphone draws to Marie’s lips, her attention draws to the knee brace dangling from Mika’s hands.
Marie: You expect us all to believe that you’re the next challenger for the World Title, because you won a number one contenders match for the NHB Championship? Are you really convinced that you’ll be going to Last Stand to face Taylor for the World Title? Well that is one desire that New Eden will not fulfill. Because after what you and the rest of New Eden did to my sister on NewAge, I’m not about to let you walk into a title shot….no, let me clarify that, I’m not about to let you walk out of that ring.
Mika: Awww, are you going to come down here and fight me? Are you and your friends going to come down that ramp and gang-bang Mika…hehehehehehe? It sounds like a lot of fun, doesn’t it? A big ole gang banging?
Marie: No-noooo. You’d be expecting that wouldn’t you, Mika? You want us to come down that ramp and fight you. NO. I’m not giving you what you want. Instead, I’m going to do for others what New Eden claims their doing for Scott and Taylor, I’m going to help a few others realize their fantasies….I believe, Mika, you know the two men standing behind you?
Suddenly Eric Sailes and Tyson Galloway come rolling into the ring behind Mika, the two getting the drop on the black eyed beauty. Before Mika realizes what’s happening, she’s been swarmed by the very same two men who on NewAge she dragged from the backstage area and forced to face Scott Cannon.
Greyson: Eric Sailes and Tyson Galloway?
Sparkles: Why can’t these two seriously just fuck off already?
Greyson: It looks like these two are out here to get revenge on Mika for what she and Kordy did to them on NewAge when she forced them to compete against Scott Cannon in a series of matches where they were absolutely crushed.
Sparkles: Marie and Silas Mason must have motivated them to come out here and get some revenge on Mika as a result.
Stomps and forearms are driven into Mika’s body by Sailes and Galloway. All the while the knee brace that Mika was carrying falls to the apron. It doesn’t stay there for very long, because it’s eagerly snatched up by Marie. The crowd is heckling the holy hell out of Marie as she makes her way up the ramp holding the knee brace above her head. She then turns back towards the ring and lifts something else, the microphone.
Marie: Mika, you left Eric Sailes and Tyson Galloway in the same boat as me after NewAge. They’re just as pissed off at you as I am, so I’m going to let the two of them have some fun with you first, THEN Silas World will take our revenge.
Marie’s Silas World compatriot, Sienna Swann, had vanished to the backstage area for only a moment before returning with a referee in her clutches. Arnie Ficklebottom is dragged to the ramp and then given a swift kick to the ass, sending him to the ring. Arnie rushes down the ramp and slides in, calling for the bell to get this impromptu match start.
Eric Sailes rolls out of the ring and watches as Tyson takes on Mika.
MIKA KOZLOV VS. TYSON GALLOWAY
Sparkles: Are we gettin’ ANOTHER change to the format?
Greyson: You’d expect anything different from the IWC?
Sparkles: Course not.
Greyson: After what Mika did to Tyson on NewAge, it looks like he’ll be stepping up to the plate to face her in the ring right now.
The seven foot over 300 pound Tyson grabs Mika by the hair, forces her up to her feet and then delivers a hard open hand palm strike right across her chest. The blistering blow causes Mika to spiral away from Tyson holding her sternum and giggling hysterically. Tyson then steps in behind Mika, palms the back of her head and charges her across the ring. He is right on the verge of introducing her face into the top rope turnbuckle pad only to have Mika squirm free at the last second. She steps behind Tyson and then rakes his spine with her painted black finger nails. Tyson cringes from the pain then turns his back to the corner, leaning against it for support.
Mika then rushes straight at Tyson only to be caught under the thighs and thrown into the air. She flies over Tyson’s head and then comes crashing down face first right into the top turnbuckle pad. Her head bounces back and she staggers right into Tyson’s waiting clutches. He takes her around the noggin and delivers a devastating headbutt right to the back of her skull. As a result of this collision Mika loses her balance and falls chest first into the corner. She leans on it for support, somehow remaining upright even as Tyson steps in and delivers a vicious headbutt to Mika’s kidneys. He then pulls her back by the waistband into a forearm right between the shoulder blades.
The blows have Mika slouched, reaching for her spine, which continues to be worked over. Tyson pulls Mika into his shoulders, standing up and stretching her with the torture rack.
Greyson: Tyson might actually make quick work of Mika after the way she was attacked before the match.
Sparkles: They definitely softened Mika up, but we know by now that Mika never does ANTHING quick.
Greyson: Indeed, she is quite slow and methodical in her attacks.
Mika continues to be bent across Tyson’s shoulders until her back is ready to be snapped. All the while Silas World watches from the stage with satisfied grins on their faces, truly enjoying the visual of Mika’s suffrage. Mika’s pain only becomes more intolerable when Tyson drops to his seat, hitting a torture rack back breaker. The wounded body of Mike bounces off the shoulders and goes spiraling down to the canvas. She then goes rolling across the ring straight into the ropes. Sailes takes advantage of Mika’s position, reaching into the ring, taking her around the back of the head and strangling her against the middle cable.
Greyson: I would feel sympathy for Mika based on all this cheating at ringside, but this IS Mika Kozlov we’re talking about here, and she’s pretty much as unsympathetic as it gets.
Mika gasps for air as her throat is closed by way of the pressure applied to it by the middle rope. Sailes only stops strangling her to avoid having his interference spotted by the official. Arnie continues to TRY and preside over this chaos, and it doesn’t get any more chaotic than an unscheduled match involving a hysterical Mika.
She is laughing at the top of her lungs even as they are deflated upon having Tyson stepping on top of her ribs. He holds the cables, giving him balance as he puts all of his 300 plus pounds on Mika’s mid-section. She gasps for air, and yet STILL laughs. Tyson now steps off of those ribs, takes Mika by the hair, leads her to her feet and gives her ANOTHER straight headbutt to the skull. The blow sends Mika stumbling back into the ropes but not off of her feet. She bounces off the cables and staggers right back into a devastating open hand palm strike across the chest. Again Mika is sent staggering into the cables but not losing her balance. She ricochets from the ropes and returns right back to the waiting hands of Tyson. He snatches her around the head with both of his huge hands. He applies a vice grip on Mika’s head and then prepares to drive his own skull into it. He nails her with another headbutt, this one even more forceful than the last.
Mika now loses her balance and collapses to her knees, bobbing back and forth as she TRIES to remain upright. But Tyson takes off into the ropes and prepares to finally put Mika on her back and hopefully keep her there. He bounces off of the cables and runs right into a headbutt by Mika. She leaps to her feet, leaps as high into the air as possible and drives her skull into Tyson’s.
BIG MISTAKE.
Mika’s head bounces back from Tyson’s, and their collision has ZERO effect on the seven footer. He just stands there looking totally undaunted by the blow. Mika however, has totally lost her balance, falling back to her knees and awkwardly blinking her eyes as she fights to remain conscious.
Tyson sneers, taking off into the ropes to render Mika completely out cold. He bounces off the ropes and comes back in at Mika only to receive ANOTHER headbutt. But this collision is not against the head on Tyson’s shoulders, it’s on the head between his legs. Mika drives the top of her skull right into Tyson’s crotch. He doubles over and cups his testicles with both hands, putting his face in perfect position for Mika to leap into the air and catch him with the code breaker.
Tyson’s face bounces back from Mika’s knees, causing him to stagger and swing his arms in a desperate attempt to remain upright. One of those swinging arms catches the referee in the face, knocking Arnie back. When the official turns his back on the action Sailes steps into the thick of that action. He slides into the ring and rushes in right behind Mika, diving at her spine. Mika side steps Sailes though and sends him flying right past her, head first directly into Tyson’s testicles.
Greyson: Ooooh God, that did NOT go the way Sailes had anticipated.
Sparkles: Unless he wanted his face in Tyson’s sweaty crotch.
Greyson: Well, stranger things have happened.
Sailes rolls across the canvas holding his skull while Tyson doubles over the canvas holding his groin. Mika then picks Sailes up and throws him out of the ring before turning her focus to her original target. She steps in and hooks Tyson’s neck, bridging him over backwards and standing at his side. She then bends down and licks Tyson’s forehead, while her eyes are focused on Silas World at ringside. Marie cringes at the sight of Mika’s disgusting lick that is followed by the Killing Joke. Mika swings Tyson around and SLAMS his face right into the canvas. Tyson bounces off of the canvas and flips over to his back where he is immediately pinned. Arnie recovers in time after taking an elbow to the face earlier in this match to make the count.
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There is a very awkward response from the crowd at the sight of Mika pinning Tyson. The seven footer clutches his face as he rolls across the canvas and spills to the outside of the ring. Sailes is right there, denigrating Tyson for his loss. Meanwhile Mika is standing up in the ring with her arms raised in victory. Just as Mika begins to celebrate, she finds the back of her skull smashed with her sestra’s knee brace. Marie rolls into the ring behind Mika and bashes in the cranium with the weapon that she just took back.
Greyson: Mika wins the match….
Sparkles: She don’t look like a winner right now Lovejoy.
Greyson: No she doesn’t, Sparkles. Marie attacking her with that knee brace.
The rest of Silas World slides into the ring and begins to assault Mika, laying into her with boots.
Marie: Stand her up!
Lenore and Angelica drag Mika up to her feet, keeping her arms stretched out to her sides. They pull back on her bangs, showing the black eyes in Mika’s skull.
Mika: Hehehehehehe….do your worst, Marie….hehehehehe.
Marie had been sizing up Mika with the knee brace, about to smash her in the face with it, but now it’s Marie’s face that twists. Her expression changes to one of both disgust and confusion as Mika’s chillingly familiar words enter her ears. This moment of hesitation shown by Marie, allows aid to come racing towards Mika. Down the ramp charges none other than Scott Cannon and his bodyguard Kordy. The co-holder of the Tag Team Titles slides into the ring and Kordy is nipping directly at his heels.
Greyson: Look at this, Sparkles, Scott is actually coming to the aid of New Eden’s Mika.
Sparkles: Well he hates Silas World more than anything he has ever hated in his entire life. And New Eden has been helping Scott get revenge on them.
Greyson: I guess now is the time to return the favor.
The second that Scott slides into the ring, Silas World hightails it. Marie, Budde, Lenore, Sienna and Angelica wisely clear form the squared circle as their former ally comes after them. Scott stops at the ropes, shouting over the cables at Silas World. Kordy would threaten them as well, but she’s too busy checking on Mika’s condition.
There’s a very good reason that Silas World vacated the ring when Scott arrived, because the second his eyes come into view Marie and her compatriots have a strong urge for self-preservation. Scott’s eyes have become clouded with a thick black substance, totally erasing his pupils. Just like Taylor Chase earlier in the evening, her stalker Scott finds himself suffering the same blackening of his eyes.
Scott finally turns away from Silas World, Marie primarily, transferring his focus to the now kneeling Mika. She looks at him with her black eyes darker than ever.
Mika: My oh my Grandma, what big eyes you have.
BACKSTAGE
Moments after having her merch branded with a scarlet letter by long-term rival Jessica Wilde, we find Katelyn Buehler making her way down the hall that leads straight to the concession booths. It’s obvious that Katelyn poses a clear and present danger to Wilde, who is wisely nowhere to be found once Katelyn reaches the merchandizing section. Katelyn looks around in a totally flummoxed state when she finds that the vast majority of her gear has been removed from the hooks they were hanging on.
Katelyn: Whoa. Wait a minute….
It’s clear that Katelyn is a tad confused regarding what happened to all the t-shirts that Wilde spray-painted a few moments ago.
Katelyn: Where the hell is….
All of a sudden a forearm crashes right into Katelyn’s back, taking her off of her feet and down face first to the floor. The woman who just knocked Katelyn clean out now stands over her back, wearing not only a huge grin on her face but one of the Katelyn t-shirts that was spray painted with the letter ‘W.’ Mary-Allison Chainz puts her foot on the back of Katelyn’s head, forcing her face down against the floor. All the while Chainz is tugging on the collar of the branded t-shirt she is wearing.
Chainz: Like the new swag, Katelyn?
Chainz lets go of the collar and takes her boot off the back of Katelyn’s head.
Chainz: Looks good on me doesn’t it? Should be the latest fashion.
Truly Chainz enjoys the pain exhibited by Katelyn and the shirt that has literally painted Chainz’s latest victim as a whore.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
Now that Taylor Chase’s knee brace is back in Marie Jones’ possession she looks as if her mood and spirits are elevated….slightly. She’s still beyond pissed regarding events both last week on NewAge and throughout this evening. Every chance for revenge continues to be denied to her, but perhaps the man she and the rest of Silas World are approaching can be of aid to them in achieving that revenge. Sienna, Lenore, Budde, Angelica and Marie find themselves closing in on their agent, Silas, who is parked in his wheelchair obstructing their path.
Silas: I see you got back your toy.
Silas makes reference to the titanium knee brace that’s been given the hot potato treatment throughout the night.
Marie: I did, but Mika (Kozlov) avoided having it turned against her.
Silas: Forget about Mika for a second…
Sienna: Yes Pumpkin, you really should be focusing on Scott right now, he’s the one who ruined our revenge on…
Silas: No, flyboy (Scott Cannon) is NOT who we should be targeting right now either.
All of the Silas World members exchange glances followed by shrugs.
Marie: Then WHO should we be concentrating our efforts on?
A smile begins to form on Silas’ face.
Silas: The woman who orchestrated the theft of your knee brace earlier tonight….
Silas’ fingers feverishly type away at the keyboard responsible for producing his voice and producing his plan.
Silas: The woman who has been orchestrating all of these attacks on me and our agency these past few weeks, ever since she joined with New Eden.
Marie: Alana….
Never has it been more difficult for Marie to utter someone’s name.
Silas: Yes Baby Spice, if we want to send a message to New Eden, we cut out their heart with a spoon, and that heart, is Alana Starr. Just think about it, she’s Aiken Frost’s new pride and joy, she’s Scott Cannon’s tag team partner, she’s the one who held you down in that ring on NewAge and allowed flyboy to threaten you with a switchblade. So you see, if we want New Eden to really suffer for all they’ve done to us these past few weeks, it’s their Alana we need to strike at.
Marie: Say no more Silas. I have the means (holds up the brace) to finally deal with that hypocritical two faced black eyed bitch….
Silas: That’s all swell and stuff, Baby Spice, but maybe you should hear my plan this time before you go rushing the gun.
The knee brace lowers to Marie’s side as she picks up her ears and lends them to her agent.
Marie: What did you have in mind?
Silas: It’s not so much WHAT I had in mind, it’s WHO I had in mind.
IN-RING
Mary-Allison Chainz: Yaawwwwnnn.
Mary-Allison Chainz is not alone in her expression of boredom. Her fellow Slay Revolution teammates also show quite a bit of disinterest to everything that has gone down here tonight. Prii Foote, Tina Valentine and Victoria Salinas are standing around Chainz, the woman who just laid out Katelyn Buehler in the merchandizing section. The four are not only unified by their common perception of the IWC, but by the matching swag they are adorned with. Each lady that comprises the Slay Revolution sport the very same Katelyn Buehler t-shirts that were spay-painted with a ‘W’ by Jessica Wilde.
Sparkles: Sparkles never knew Katelyn Buehler’s middle initial was “W.”
Greyson: It isn’t Sparkles. That’s the scarlet letter that Wilde branded all of Katelyn’s merch with.
Sparkles: Well it got some of Katelyn’s merch moving didn’t it?
Greyson: Must the Slay Revolution come out here showing off those shirts? Wasn’t Mary-Allison Chainz’s attack on Katelyn Buehler bad enough?
As the Slay Revolution members make their way down the ramp they not only show off their matching duds, but their matching microphones as well. Now Prii is the one speaking with her words magnified by the building’s PA system.
Prii: This is the definition of boredom.
Victoria: Watching Riot tonight has been worse than watching paint drying on growing grass while listening to Ben Stein give a classroom lecture.
Prii: Our brain-cells can’t take much more of this abuse.
Tina: This is JUST what the Slay Revolution has vowed to put an end to.
Prii: The tired and boring traditions of the IWC.
Tina: Watching the same pathetic and talentless wannabes steal our mother-fuckin’ shine.
Prii: It’s time for the Slay Revolution to do exactly what it was created to do…
Chainz: And it just started with Katelyn Buehler.
The sound of the Slay Revolution’s words are almost as difficult for the fans to contend with as the apparel adorning their bodies.
Tina: We were sooo bored and upset by tonight’s show that we decided to put our efforts to much more entertaining use by hitting the merch tables.
Prii: Yep, we decided to go on a bit of a shopping spree.
The Slay Revolution members gesture to the Katelyn Buehler brand t-shirts stained red with the ‘W’ standing for ‘WHORE.’
Tina: Not to sound like a of couple stereotypical chicks, but now and then, shopping can be a little fun. Especially when we find clothes we like, right ladies?
Prii: So right.
Chainz: When we spotted these special, one of a kind t-shirts, we KNEW we had to have them.
Tina: And let’s talk about something else the Slay Revolution simply MUST have….JUSTICE.
There it goes, Tina tossing any tact aside. Her whole expression changes, becoming deadly serious.
Tina: Stop lookin’ so damned confused yo. Each of you peeps in the hizzy tonight know that the way each member of the Slay Revolution has been treated over the past couple of months has been criminal.
Prii: From the way that Tina and I were strung along by the GOOD Movement.
Chainz: To the way we’ve been forced to listen to Katelyn run her ugly fucking mouth.
Victoria: To the way we’ve been forced to watch a PAPER champion carry around Tina’s title.
Tina: To the way we’ve seen the same FUGMOS crammed down our throats week after week after week, with the Slay Revolution shoved into those FUGMOS’ shadows, shoved further and further out of the spotlight.
Chainz: Shoved aside so Katelyn can give some speech about a Rumble she has no chance of winning….
Prii: Shoved aside so that the family drama between Taylor Chase and Mika Kozlov can hog all the air time
Victoria: Shoved aside so that the same tired old people can do the same tired old shit.
Tina: Shoved aside so that the IWC can protect their new Queen of the Ring Champion, Jessica Lasiewicz. But ya’see, when you push the Slay Revolution, we push your asses right back, and we push pretty damn hard.
Chainz: Ember Young learned that on NewAge, when I took a steel chair and bashed her pretty face into oblivion.
Victoria: Jessica Lasiewicz learned that when I personally knocked her out two weeks ago on Riot.
Prii: And the entire IWC is about to realize how hard we shove back when you push us too damned far.
Tina: That’s exactly what you’ve done IWC. You pushed us to our breaking point, and it ain’t happen’ no mo’-no mo’-no mo’. I mean what were you thinking, huh? That we’d be cool with all this injustice, including the change you made to tonight’s card? I was promised a crack at the man who strung me along, the man who promised me international exposure and title glory. I was told I was going to fight my former agent Ethan Von Aaron tonight. But then I get here, and what do I hear? I hear I’ve been pulled…that’s right, me, the FIRST Queen of the Ring Champion was PULLED out of the main event. And why….?
Victoria: So that Aiken Frost could be put into the match instead?
Tina: You gots to be shittin me yo. Ain’t no way that’s right. You don’t pull me out of matches especially when they’re the main event.
Prii: So just an FYI, Orlando Cruze, BOSS, Tina WILL be in the main event.
Tina: That’s right Orlando, you bald bitch. And if you don’t like it, you can kiss my ass you ugly mother fucker!
Wilde: Wow….I mean…WOOOOW!
The fans aren’t the only ones floored by the fiery intensity shown by Tina Valentine, that much becomes evident when Jessica Wilde and Executioner make their way through the curtains. Gracing Wilde’s shoulder at the moment is the Extraordinary Title belt, and gracing her face is an expression of total delight. She seems quite smitten with the words she’s heard from the Slay Revolution, and equally as smitten with the clothing that binds to their bodies.
Wilde: Before I get into what I just heard the four of you saying, I have to make a confession, those shirts look darn good on you.
Chainz grins and much like she did when standing over the body of Katelyn Buehler, she tugs on her MARKED t-shirt. Wilde now rolls into the ring and Executioner steps up onto the apron, towering behind the self-righteous young lady’s back.
Chainz: Wilde-Wilde-Wilde, thank you-thank you-thank you, for making a piece of Katelyn’s swag actually wearable. These things will be flying off the shelves.
Wilde: Well, let’s hope not. Kinda negates the point I was trying to make. But that’s neither here nor there right now. I just wanted to come out and tell the four of you that I agree with everything you’ve said 120%. The Slay Revolution has been victimized by Katelyn, by Lasiewicz, by Orlando Cruze, and by the entire system the IWC has set in place to hold each of you down. I for one am not like the rest of the locker-room. Unlike all those ego driven, self-pandering spotlight junkies, all I want is to help others achieve. That’s why I want to do something special for the Slay Revolution. I want to give you gals THIS…
The Extraordinary Title is slipped from Wilde’s shoulder and extended towards the four members of the Slay Revolution.
Wilde: The IWC might be determined to keep you from holding titles, but I wouldn’t dream of withholding championships from four beautiful and talented ladies like yourselves. Two weeks ago, I came to this ring and I offered this to you Chainz (holds up title), but you wouldn’t take it THEN. Now, I think you might sing a different tune. You can use this title to better position yourselves in your fight against the IWC. Titles equal power and give you leverage….
Chainz: Enough Jessica….
Wilde: But we’re kindred spirit…..
Chainz: Literally nothing has changed between now and two weeks ago. I won’t be handed anything, I’ll take what I want when I want it. So don’t come out here FORCING your title belt on me, just so you can avoid having to face Shilo Valiant for it.
Wilde’s face whitens, hives forming on her flesh in response to the mere mention of the legendary Shilo Valiant’s name.
Wilde: I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Chainz: Do yourself a favor, don’t lie to the Slay Revolution. It isn’t good for your health. What I just did to Katelyn, proves that. Now It’s common knowledge that you leave a wet spot in your panties at the thought of facing Shilo, who has made it pretty damn clear that he’s here in the IWC for one reason, taking that title off your shoulder. So don’t stand out here pretending you’re doing me a favor. Handing me that title is just your way of getting out of a fight against Shilo.
Wilde: Don’t be silly Chainz, just take the belt….
Chainz: Absolutely not.
Wilde: Okay, tell you what, since you won’t just take my belt, maybe you’d be open to winning it.
Chainz: Meaning?
Wilde: The powers that be, in their infinite stupidity, have scheduled us to go one on one here on Riot. I say why, why just make this some run of the mill singles match? Let’s make this bout for the Extraordinary Title. You beat me, you win my championship. Sound fair?
Chainz: I…..
Wilde: GREAT! Let’s do this.
Referee Michelle Blacker, still rubbing her throat after being strangled by Cassidy Haze earlier tonight, makes her way down the ramp. She slides into the ring and gets this ‘title’ match underway. As the bell rings Chainz turns to her Slay Revolution teammates and offers a shrug of indifference. The Slay Revolution vacates the ring and allows this match to proceed.
MARY-ALLISON CHAINZ VS. JESSICA WILDE:
EXTRAORDINARY TITLE
Greyson: Well I guess that makes it official, Jessica Wilde, who reeks of desperation, is putting her unsanctioned Extraordinary Title on the line against Mary-Allison Chainz right here and right now.
Sparkles: Wilde really will go to absolutely any lengths necessary to avoid putting that belt on the line against Shilo Valiant, won’t she?
Now that Chainz’s entourage have been cleared from the ring, and Wilde’s protector Executioner has vacated the squared circle, this match is free to get underway. Chainz and Wilde are just about to lock up for the gold, Chainz rushing right at her opponent. Her hands reach out for Wilde only to have the Extraordinary Champion suddenly hit the canvas, falling to her back. Chainz stops and looks Wilde over with an annoyed expression.
Wilde: Come on, pin me, pin me….
An increasingly desperate Wilde calls Chainz over to make the pinfall, yet Chainz looks a little reluctant to take the win like this.
Wilde: Just PLEASE pin me.
Chainz looks towards the shrugging members of the Slay Revolution at ringside.
Wilde: Just pin me dammit.
A disgruntled Wilde leaps back to her feet then directly in front of Chainz, giving her a shove.
Wilde: I said pin me and take my damned title.
Another hard shove is given to Chainz, who staggers back and frowns. Finally she reacts to Wilde’s demands, but it isn’t via pinning Wilde. Instead she delivers an absolutely vicious discus lariat to Wilde’s throat, taking her down to the canvas.
Greyson: It looks like we’ve actually got ourselves a match, Sparkles
Sparkles: Sparkles doesn’t mind seeing these two hurt each other after all they did to my Twitter stalker, Katelyn.
Chainz sits on Wilde’s chest and drills her across the cheek with one forearm after another, obviously not taking kindly to that forceful shove she was given moments ago. This lethal barrage of forearms is followed by an equally as devastating volley of foreheads. She nails headbutt after headbutt across the brow of Wilde. Chainz now drags Wilde along to her feet by her wrist and ultimately yanks her into a short arm clothesline. Wilde goes down to the canvas then rolls across it right onto her feet, ending up in the cables. She gets to her knees and from the corner of her eye spots Chainz coming towards her. Wilde reaches out and grabs Chainz by her waistband, instinctively pulling down on it. As a result Chainz falls throat first into the middle cable, her head snapping back. She rolls to the center of the ring, gets to her knees and then finds her skull crushed by a running basement dropkick. Both of Wilde’s boots drill Chainz across the temple.
Wilde quickly follows this up by rushing to the nearest turnbuckle, scaling to the middle rope then diving off into a leaping fist drop that would make Jerry Lawler roll his eyes. Wilde then gets to her feet, charges into that same turnbuckle, scales it to the middle rope and takes off into a SECOND fist drop across the face of her opponent.
Wilde: Why won’t you just take the title!?!
Wilde demands answers from the woman who’s mouth she keeps closed by repeatedly subjecting it to punches. She now takes off into the turnbuckle, scales to the middle rope and shows her in-ring inexperience by going airborne for a third time. Her fist connects with nothing but canvas, causing her to cry out in pain. Chainz then rushes into the ropes at Wilde’s side, bouncing off the ropes and coming back in for a basement dropkick. Before she can leave her feet Chainz is knocked off of them when Wilde lunges into the air and catches her with a back elbow to the chest. Chainz hits the canvas and Wilde rolls away from her right into the turnbuckle, scaling to the middle rope. Wilde then takes to the air, hitting a THIRD fist drop right across Chainz’s forehead.
Chainz cups the bump forming on her face as she twists along into the ropes. Wilde now comes rushing in with Chainz catching a glimpse of her from the corner of Chainz’s eyes. Chainz reaches out with her feet, catching Wilde’s ankle and hitting her with a drop toe hold that plants Wilde’s throat against the middle cable. Wilde’s head bounces back, rolling her to the center of the ring. Once Wilde gets to her feet, Chainz comes charging in and nails the big running boot she was looking for a few moments ago. The shot cracks Wilde in the side of the face, causing her to spiral around and fall prey to the rear waist-lock. Chainz quickly drops back and delivers the German suplex.
Greyson: This action really starting to pick up in intensity.
Sparkles: Wilde wanted to end this quick, but Chainz likes to beat ‘em up and tear ‘em down.
Greyson: More like break them down with these moves she likes to ‘chain’ together…
Sparkles: Chain together…..AAAAAAHH-HAA-HAA-HAAA!
Greyson: Oh good gravy, not again.
Sparkles: AAAH-HA-HA-HA-HA!!
Chainz does not go for the pin, instead she flips back over top of Wilde and retains the waist-lock. She then forces Wilde up to her feet and transitions into the abdominal stretch. The crowd cannot help but to applaud this sequence of moves culminating to the stretch. Plus the fans really enjoy watching Wilde suffer. They put their hands together at the sight of Wilde’s shoulder almost being torn from its socket and her ribs mangled by Chainz’s submission. But Wilde tries to counter and successfully does by reaching her finger in the air and digging it straight into Chainz’s eyes. The eye rake allows Wilde to escape the waist-lock then turn around to face a blinded Chainz, taking her by the wrist. She drags Chainz right into the bridging Northern Lights suplex.
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Chainz is just about to get her shoulder up, prompting Wilde to flip over backwards. She transitions from the Northern Lights into a bearhug. She drops to her knees in front of a now seated Chainz, keeping her arms tightly wrapped around Chainz’ waist, squeezing and squishing the ribs. Chainz looks both agitated and antagonized. Nevertheless she slowly works her way up to her feet, even as her ribs are being squashed at Wilde’s hands. Finally upon reaching her feet, Chainz grabs hold of Wilde’s hair, blatantly pulling it with all of her force. Wilde screams in pain as her hair is yanked with enough force to make her break her bear-hug.
At the referee’s best, Chainz releases Wilde, then Chainz steps back from her victim, palms raised. Wilde is now pointing at her hair and screaming at Chainz, while Chainz is pointing at her eyes and shouting at Wilde. Both are calling one another out for their blatant cheating.
Chainz: You know what? I’m sowwy.
Wilde: Me too. Hug?
The two open their arms and step towards one another with arms outstretched. The moment they get within arms-length the two suddenly jab one another right in their eyes. They stagger back and grab at their faces. Wilde turns her back to Chainz, who pulls her over into the school girl, hooking the tights in the process.
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Wilde kicks out and rolls away from a partially blinded Chainz, but Chainz isn’t letting her get very far. She rushes right at Wilde, reaching down for her opponent but then being pulled down by that very opponent right into a small package. At the same time Wilde is reaching out and grabbing the bottom rope
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Yet another back handed attempt at a pin is avoided, Chainz getting her shoulder up.
Greyson: It’s almost like these two are trying to out cheat each other.
Sparkles: Sparkles loves it. Someone is going to walk out of here feeling very butt-hurt, and they both deserve it.
Right after Chainz gets her shoulder she gets her fists up as well. She launches a punch right at Wilde, who ducks the blow, hooks the arm and pulls her opponent around into a swinging neck breaker. But Chainz reverses that move by swinging her head out of the neck breaker position, turning to Wilde’s back and wrapping arms around her waist. Another German suplex is about to happen, Chainz seconds form finishing Wilde off. But Wilde suddenly falls to her knees and scoots back, sliding right through Chainz’s legs. Wilde then leaps to her feet behind Chainz, who spins around before being caught around the neck. Chainz is pulled around right into the swinging neck breaker, Wilde finally connecting with the move. In the heat of the moment Wilde rolls back into the lateral press, not even realizing that she’s going for the pin.
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Chainz launches a shoulder out from under Wilde, who sits up and suddenly realizes what she’s done.
Wilde: What the hell am I doing? I’m never going to lose the title like this.
Wilde reaches out and grabs Chainz by the wrist, pulling her arm over and draping it across Wilde’s chest.
Greyson: Are you kidding me?
Sparkles: Wilde is actually FORCING Chainz to pin her.
Blacker slides into the right position and makes the count.
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Wilde doesn’t kick out, Chainz breaks her own pin attempt, or more accurately, the pin attempt she was FORCED into.
Greyson: This might just be the weirdest scenario I’ve ever seen play out.
Sparkles: We actually have a match where Wilde is forcing Chainz to pin her, but Chainz won’t take the pin under those circumstances.
Greyson: Craziness.
Wilde sits up beside a now kneeling Chainz, grabbing her arm and trying her best force it across her chest.
Wilde: Come on, pin me dammit!
Instead of going for the pin with the arm that Wilde is clutching Chainz uses that arm to apply a side headlock. She forces Wilde down to the canvas and begins to pummel her face with a series of punches. Wilde tries to cover up but to no avail. Eventually the referee gets involved, Blacker forcing Chainz off of Wilde. This is just a mere moment’s reprieve and Wilde realizes that. The moment Chainz turns her back on Wilde to argue with the referee, Wilde rushes in behind Chainz, catches her around the waist then falls back into a roll up. Wilde has Chainz folded up beneath her, sitting on the back of Chainz’ thighs and pushing Chainz down onto the back of her shoulders.
Before a three count can be made on Chainz, she reaches up, wraps her arms around Wilde’s waist and pulls her down out of the pin into the rear waist lock. Chainz then flips back over Wilde, landing on her feet behind her opponent and pulling Wilde up to her feet. Ultimately Chainz snaps back into the bridging German suplex.
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On instinct Wilde gets her shoulder up. The moment Wilde kicks out and falls over to her stomach, the error of her ways set in.
Wilde: Dammit.
Wilde totally forgot that she WANTED to be pinned, and now slaps herself on the back of the head for kicking out. Chainz does far worse to Wilde’s head then slap it. She steps in and grabs Wilde by the arms, forcing her up and into a double underhook, perhaps looking for that lethal piledriver variant of hers. But Wilde refuses to be subjected to the Chain Reaction, that devastating double underhook impaler. So Wilde drops down and attempts to crawl through Chainz’s legs. This time Chainz reaches down and catches Wilde by the ankle though, refusing to allow her to slip behind Chainz like Wilde did earlier. Wilde rolls to her back and Chainz turns to face her, still holding Wilde’s ankle.
Wilde bends her knee and pulls Chainz down into a stoop as Chainz was trying to maintain her grip on the ankle. Wilde rolls completely back with Chainz STILL trying to keep a grip on the leg. So Chainz ends up crouched and Wilde ends up on her feet before rushing into the ropes at her adversary’s side. Wilde ricochets from the cables, charges up beside Chainz and goes to the air, attempting to deliver the Scarlet Letter. The jumping curb stomp is about to connect but Chainz swings her head out of the predicament at the last second. She then turns around to face Wilde’s back, going for another German suplex. But Wilde has other ideas, reaching back with her legs wrapping them around Chainz’s ankle and hitting her with a drop toe hold. Chainz falls to her stomach and Wilde rolls over her opponent’s back, ending up beside her Slay Revolution adversary. Chainz starts to stand up when Wilde lunges into the air and catches her with the Fame-ass-er.
Chainz’ face crashes into the canvas and Wilde instinctively goes for the pin. She pushes Chainz over to her back and then crawls into the lateral press, hooking both of her adversary’s legs.
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Sparkles: You idiot Wilde, pinning Chainz won’t help you lose that Extraordinary Title you’re so desperate to unload.
It doesn’t matter if Wilde is going for the pin or not, because Chainz is getting her shoulder up. It’s clear that Wilde is operating on nothing but survival instincts at this point, hence why she’s racing to her feet and rushing back into the ropes. Once again Wilde is setting up for the Scarlet Letter, jumping into the air to deliver her curb stomp variant. Her foot connects…with canvas, NOT the back of Chainz’ head. Wilde now spins around looking stunned and walking right into a boot to the gut, followed by a butterfly lock. Chainz is now going for the Chain Reaction. The double underhook impaler DDT is seconds from connecting, or at least it would be if Wilde weren’t standing up and back dropping her opponent. Chainz flies over Wilde before sliding down her back, catching her around the waist and pulling her over into the sunset flip. Chainz rolls Wilde over backwards but does not go for the pin. Instead she stands up and forces Wilde to hang upside down. Chainz then steps over the shoulders of Wilde and connects with the Chain-ge of Heart, her version of the Styles Clash delivered.
Chainz rolls to her back and forces Wilde over into the pinning predicament. Chainz puts her shoulders to the creases of Wilde’s knees, forcing her down into the pin.
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The match finally comes to a close, probably not nearly as merciful as Wilde would have liked.
Greyson: Chainz with the victory off that devastating move she calls the Chain-ge of Heart. This actually turned out to be a lot more competitive than I thought it would be.
Sparkles: Wilde’s an idiot, an absolute idiot. She makes Jessica Simpson look like a Rhodes Scholar. She put the Extraordinary Title on the line in this match and was desperate to lose it, and yet she gave Chainz a competitive match. What sense does that make?
Greyson: Pretty sure Wilde’s survival instincts kicked in here once things really started to get heated between she and Chainz.
Speaking of Chainz, she’s presently leaning with her back against the turnbuckle and the Slay Revolution standing behind her. Tina and Prii are rubbing Chainz’s shoulders, trying to work the tension and the pain out of them. On the opposite side of the ring Wilde has gotten to her knees with Executioner casting a massive shadow over her. The masked giant crouches down beside Wilde holding her Extraordinary Title belt. He now hands the belt to Wilde, who upon taking the belt from her bodyguard’s hand almost collapses under the weight of the strap. Nevertheless she slowly works her way to her feet, leaning on Executioner for support. She then staggers away from him and towards Chainz. A figurative olive branch is extended to Chainz, that olive branch being the Extraordinary Title.
Wilde: Congratulations, you EARNED this.
The belt is extended towards Chainz and Wilde is determined to see her take it. Chainz contemplates it for a moment before slowly reaching out for the gold. Just as her fingers begin to wrap around the gold being offered to her….
Katelyn: You want to brand me?
The crowd comes unglued at the sight of Katelyn Buehler making her way to the stage, clutching the back of her neck with one hand a microphone with the other. Clearly Katelyn is no fan of any of the individuals in the ring, upset with Wilde for spray painting Katelyn’s clothing earlier tonight, and with Chainz for attacking her moments ago backstage. Wilde grins when Katelyn brings up the scarlet letter that Wilde left on all of Katelyn’s merchandize.
Katelyn: You want to attack me?
Chainz grins when Katelyn brings up the assault in the merch section.
Katelyn: You want to keep me out of the Rumble?
The entire Slay Revolution grin when Katelyn brings up their attempts to damage Katelyn’s chances of making it into the Last Stand Rumble match.
Katelyn: I think it’s time for me to leave my own MARK, by beating some ass and proving why I am going to win the Rumble and why I am going to main event Invictus.
Katelyn no sooner finishs her sentence before rushing down the ramp and leaping up to the apron. Wilde comes rushing right at her only to have Katelyn drop down and low bridge her rival. Wilde goes flipping over the top rope and crashing with both feet hitting the floor. After this symbolic display, Katelyn drops from the apron and is anything but symbolic with her blows. Her punches landing across Wilde’s face are about as straightforward and blunt as they can be. Wilde tries to protect her head against this onslaught, that has her laid out across the mats. Katelyn mounts Wilde’s chest and continues to pulverize her face with punches. Slay Revolution and Executioner finally react. The group rushes around the ring and goes straight after Katelyn. Chainz is out front and center, charging right at Katelyn who leaps to her feet and delivers a straight slap across Chainz’s cheek.
Sparkles: Ahhh-hahahaha, that was funnier than your ‘chain together’ line Greyson.
Greyson: Please don’t get started on that again, Sparkles.
Sparkles: Hahahahahah, it’s funny cause Chainz’s name is Chainz, and then you put that together with ‘chain together’ and it….HAHAHAHAHAHA….uh-oh, just peed myself.
A loud Katelyn chant has commenced from the crowd, who excitedly watch as the woman they hail instinctively backs up the ramp. All the while she is glaring back down the ramp at the Slay Revolution, who are surrounding Chainz and checking on her. Chainz does not even glance in the direction of either Victoria, Prii or Tina, she just glare straight at Katelyn, trembling like a volcano waiting to spew magma. Chainz is furious with Katelyn, but Wilde might be even angrier with Katelyn.
Wilde: DAMN YOU WHORE…DAMN YOU!!
Katelyn stops walking up the ramp and turns back to the ringside area, glaring at Wilde, who kneels at the end of the ramp. Executioner stands beside her, holding a microphone up to his protectorate.
Wilde: You just won’t go away!!
The intense Katelyn nods her head, agreeing with Wilde for the first and definitely last time.
Wilde: But I’m not giving up, I’m not going to stop until you are gone, Katelyn. And I know just the way to do it, by turning your dreams to dust. You want to win the Rumble? You want to go on and main event Invictus to challenge for the World Title. That isn’t happening. I won’t allow it Whore. I’m keeping you away from the World Title, I’m keeping you out of the main event at Invictus, and I’m not about to let you set foot in that Rumble match. You and I are going to face each other at Last Stand, we’re going to end this. I’m going to avenge what you did to my Master…..
Katelyn: Blah-blah-blah bitch…just get to it already!
Wilde: Fine…You and me, one on one at Last Stand, and if I beat you, you’re OUT of the Rumble!
BACKSTAGE
Alana: Are we prepared then?
Current Tag Team and X-Class Champion Alana Starr stands in the center of the New Eden dressing room chatting it up with two of her very faithful teammates. Fellow New Eden loyalists Mogui and Silk are stood around the double champion, the pair nodding their heads.
Alana: GOOD©-GOOD©-GOOD©. Then it’s time to go to the ring and deal with my former agent, once and for all.
Silk: I will gladly shatter even more of Von Aaron’s ribs to see my Tongzi zhe protected.
Mogui: I’ll split his skull and drink what oozes out.
Alana: How lovely. Then let’s go to the ring and you can enjoy a feast upon Ethan’s innards. Mmmkay?
Silk: We will not allow him to get anywhere near Aiken this evening.
Alana: Let’s finish him off then.
Neither Silk nor Mogui have to be asked twice, the pair are off and racing towards the ring, eager to get their hands on Ethan Von Aaron. Ethan’s former prized client, Alana, begins to follow her New Eden comrades, exiting the room but getting no further than that before coming to a rather abrupt halt upon seeing the co-holder of her Tag Team Titles seated in the hall a few feet away. Much like at the beginning of the night, Scott Cannon finds himself languishing in thought. He sits on the edge of a crate, stooped over with his hands interlocked and his eyes downturned to the floor.
Alana: There he is…there’s my GOOD© partner.
Alana is all too thrilled, perhaps FAR too thrilled, to see Scott. He does not embody the same enthusiasm.
Alana: Why so glum chum? And where’s Kordy?
Scott: I managed to ditch her in catering while she was testing my sandwich for poison.
Alana: That’s not very nice. You’ll hurt Kordy’s feelings, and if Kordy’s feelings are hurt that hurts Mka’s feelings, which leads to a chain reaction that ends up with MY feelings hurt. Do you really want that on your conscious Scott?
Scott: Some might argue I have no conscious.
Alana: Oh that’s just silly. I know my partner’s emotions run awfully deep. Now rap with Alana, tell me what’s eating you.
Alana takes a seat next to Scott, sliding an arm over his broad shoulders. In weeks past he may have pulled away, but this evening he seems surprisingly okay with Alana violating his personal boundaries.
Scott: Something strange happened earlier tonight.
Alana: Strange? I don’t like strange.
Alana says while batting her big black eyes.
Scott: Yeah, sure you don’t.
Alana: What do you mean by strange?
Scott: When I went out to fight Marie earlier, something….I don’t know….I had a black out.
Alana: A black out you say?
Scott: I lost time I guess. The same thing happened to me on NewAge when I got my hands on Silas. For some reason everything just went black. I remember having my hands on his throat, then..well…next thing I know I’m backstage in the trainer’s office having my sore back looked over and being told I was laid out by Mordecai.
Alana: You remember none of Mordecai’s attack? The attack we all know that Marie put the big dumb creature up to.
Scott: Not a thing.
This revelation has Alana quite amused, yet she represses her glee, showing only concern for Scott’s ‘maladies.’ Said maladies coinciding with the blackening of Scott’s eyes and the indulgence of his inner most evil.
Alana: I’m sure you’ll be fine. But I’ll tell you who WON’T be…..Mordecai. I’m going to have him dealt with for putting his hands on you on NewAge.
Scott: No….
Scott slides off the crate and to his feet.
Scott: I’ll take care of him.
Alana: Okay, fine, but PLEASE take Kordy with you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I knew so much as a hair on your head was disturbed.
Scott: Yeah, don’t worry, I’ll be fine. You be careful tonight too.
Alana: Oh, I have nothing to fear from Ethan….Mogui & Silk will do the heavy lifting, they’ll leave him in even worse shape than they did at the End of the Year Special.
Scott: Although Ethan is a bigger threat than your giving him credit for, he’s not the one you really need to worry about right now.
Alana: Oh?
Scott: When you stood up for me against Silas World, you stirred up a hornet’s nest, and believe me, Silas’ sting can be deadly.
Alana: Aaaawww, and he would come after me wouldn’t he? Because you know what bees are attracted to don’t you?
Scott: What’s that?
Alana: HONEY!
Alana throws her arms out to her sides, obviously considering herself to be as sweet as honey.
Scott: Yeeeah, just keep your head on a swivel. Silas has his methods and his connections
Alana: Don’t worry, if Silas comes after me, I’ll deal with your former agent, the same way I’m dealing with my former agent. It’s time to put both of our neglectful and abusive agents in our past.
Scott: You’re right.
Alana: Of course, because when you’re this GOOD© you can never be wrong.
A pat is given to the top of Scott’s head before Alana takes off down the hall, bound for the ring where she and Ethan Von Aaron will have quite the rendezvous.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
A long free floating stairwell leads from the ground to a glowing entry way that hovers high above. Golden luminous oozes from the doorway and fills the dimly lit chamber where it is situated. A group of figures stand at the precipice of the staircase, looking up into that blinding light. One of the figures finally begins to make their way up the stairs….that figure being Evolution Champion Gavin Taylor. He looks back at all the other faces staring up at the effulgent port, the faces of Jessica Lasiewicz, Cassidy Haze, Rachel Frost, Chris Davids and so many others. Gavin summons the courage to continue climbing the steps and now others find the will to follow. As they reach the top of the stairs, the glowing doorway they are attracted to transforms. The light pouring out from the door turns into words, those words spelling out…
“Invictus II:
BELIEVE”
BACKSTAGE
Wilde: I am so so so very sorry, Mary, you have no idea how sorry I am, like super sorry…ubber sorry, sorry raised to the power of mega-sorry.
Could Jessica Wilde be any more apologetic? She’s certainly trying to be. And who is she expressing her guilt to? The woman who was on the receiving end of a very hard fought physical match with her moments before the commercial break, Mary-Allison Chainz. She stands right in front of Wilde and Wilde’s seven foot bodyguard, Executioner. The only thing that separates Chainz from the duo, is the Extraordinary Title belt extending from Wilde’s palm towards Chainz’s chest. Chainz doesn’t even look down at the belt, she just continues to stare across the hall into Wilde’s sullen features.
Wilde: I kinda got carried away out there. I never meant to hurt you in our title match.
Chainz: Uh-huh.
Wilde: It’s just when things started to get heated, I got kinda caught up in the moment. So again, I’m sorry if our match put strain on our friendship, and has given you any second thoughts about accepting the fruits of your labors.
The Extraordinary Title continues to be thrust towards Chainz’s chest. She looks down at the belt and with a sigh finally takes it out of Wilde’s hands. Wilde is almost leaping for joy as she watches the title thrown over Chainz’ shoulder.
Chainz: Alright already, I’ll take your damn belt. Are you happy now.
Wilde: I’m the happiest woman on the planet.
Chainz: But if I accept this belt, you had better do me a favor?
Wilde: Anything.
Chainz: I don’t want you to just beat Katelyn Buehler at Last Stand and deny her the dream of fighting in the Rumble….I want you to deny her the dream of ever wrestling again. Understood?
Wilde: Absolutely…
Chainz is now putting her face in her I-Phone.
Chainz: Alright, you can leave now.
Wilde: Okay, sure. Belt looks good on you by the way.
Black streaks are almost left in the floor behind Wilde and Executioner, who cannot get away from
the Extraordinary Title belt fast enough. The very title that the ever creepy Shilo Valiant has made it apparent he’s come to the IWC to claim.
Prii: It really does look good on you.
Wilde and Executioner may be gone, but Chainz now finds herself in the company of the Slay Revolution. Tina Valentine, Victoria Salinas, and Prii Foote approach her, the group surrounding their newest member. For them, Chainz WILL take her focus off of her I-Phone.
Chainz: Yeah, it makes a good accessory.
Tina: You could use a bit of bling yo. And speakin’ of blingin’, that meek little thing Jessica Lasiewicz has some bling that belongs to me, your Inner-City Duchess.
Chainz: The Queen of the Ring Championship?
Tina: Yup, and mark my words ladies, I’ll be gettin’ that title back very soon…
Prii: I think Lasiewicz got that message two weeks ago….
Victoria: You could say I hand delivered it…
A chuckling Victoria slaps the very fist that she used to bludgeon Lasiewicz backstage on Riot two weeks ago.
Chainz: Funny isn’t it? Victoria joined the revolution by laying out Lasiewicz backstage two weeks ago, and tonight, I officially join the Slay Revolution after knocking Katelyn out cold….where else…but backstage. It’s almost becoming like a gang initiation ain’t it?
Tina: A rites of passage….
Paul: How dare you.
Adorned in his bright purple blazer, as if he needed anymore help standing out, ‘The Genius’ Paul Garrett steps into view. He looks absolutely flustered and disgusted by the actions of his FORMER client, the woman he ended his business relationship with on the last NewAge.
Chainz: Look ladies, it’s that over-opinionated self-righteous gas-bag I threw to the curve.
Tina: Oh, is this the guy who tried to lecture you like you were a twelve year old?
Prii: The one who thinks he can slap you on the bottom and send you to bed earlier without dinner for behaving like a bad girl?
Paul: How can either of you ladies (points to the four women joking at his expense) condone the type of behavior I’ve seen my former client partaking in? (His wagging fingers stops on Chainz’s smirking mug) Each of you should be ashamed of yourselves for what you’ve done to and said about Katelyn Buehler. It’s absolutely appalling.
Victoria: Like your breath?
Paul: Hardy-har-har.
Chainz: Paulie-Paulie-Paulie….
All of Paul Garrett’s bravado flies right out the window when Chainz grabs him by the lapel of his jacket, beginning to straighten it and getting her body dangerously close to his.
Chainz:…for a man who calls himself a ‘GENIUS’ you sure do make some pretty stupid decisions, don’t you? For starters, you try to scold me like a second grader. Then you go all over social media demanding matches. Well, if you’re so eager to step into the ring, it won’t be against that pipsqueak you challenged on Twitter, Mason Van Stanton, no-no-no. If you’re eager to wrestle, I’ll be your huckleberry.
Paul: Wait…what?
Chainz: On NewAge, those clients you represent in Cartel Next Gen, stopped me from doing some pretty horrible things to you. Tonight’s a different story. Their nowhere to be found, meaning there’s no one to protect you. That’s why Paulie…(she fixes the knot in his tie)….you and I will be wrestling each other here on Riot.
IN-RING
Silk: Ethan Von Aaron, you fu zha…
Cameras cut from a challenge backstage to a challenge being made in the ring. The squared circle has once again become occupied by members of New Eden. This time it’s not Aiken Frost and Mika Kozlov, it’s Silk, her faithful companion Mogui, and double champion Alana Starr. The trio look ever so threatening with their gleaming black eyes, and Silk’s voice carries with it a truly chilling tone.
Silk: You believe you have the right to face our glorious Aiken in a match this evening? We do not agree.
Alana: Ethan-Ethan-Ethan, my former BFF, my former GOOD© accomplice, my once trusted remora…
Now Ethan Von Aaron’s former client is doing all the talking, Alana, with both shoulders drenched in title gold, steps up in more ways than one.
Alana: Have the past few weeks taught you nothing? You should know by now that you will never beat Aiken. You stand no chance against him, or any member of New Eden. Silk, she almost broke every rib in your body during your last encounter with her. And just two weeks ago, the world rejoiced at the sight of Aiken giving you the Desecration right across his knee, leaving you looking just as ugly on the outside as you are on the inside. So we’re here to remind you, Ethan, that you need to leave this alone, because GOOD© always triumphs over BAD. And you’re as bad as they get.
Mogui: Ethan truly deserves to suffer. Just think of the ways he dishonored you and defiled you. The way he corrupted your legacy.
Alana: Oh yes Ethan. You neglected me, you used me, you never believed in the GOOD©. You just wanted to take advantage of my universal appeal. You wanted the instant credibility that comes with being associated with the Alana Experience. And then, to make it all so much worse, you started engaging in lewd, filthy, and disgusting acts with the most reviled woman in all of wrestling, Rachel Frost. You had no appreciation for how your affair with bubble-butt affected me, how it would impact my standing amongst the masses? Do you realize how hard it would be to get PR appearances at children’s hospitals and so forth, if people knew my agent was having extra marital affairs with a bubble-butt biscuit? No, you didn’t think about me at all.
Silk: New Eden made you suffer for your indifference to the beautiful Alana.
Alana: Your bad ways, Ethan, they are what inspires us to keep maiming you over and over again. We fight for justice, we fight for truth, honesty and the GOOD© way. So every time you and Rachel go after Aiken, we will be right there to stop you.
Silk: Orlando Cruze believes he can keep us from interfering in our Aiken’s match against you this evening….
Alana: But Orlando never said anything about some New Eden versus Ethan action BEFORE this evening’s main event.
Silk: We do not intend on leaving this ring until you come out here to answer for your filthy ways.
Mogui: And the manner in which you insulted our Alana.
Alana: Come on out and face the GOOD© Evil.
There remains no sight of Ethan Von Aaron, who for once shies from stepping into the spotlight when it is offered to him.
Alana: Where oh where has my Ethan gone, oh where oh where could he be?
Rachel Frost: You really want to find out where Ethan is?
As odd as this is about to sound, Rachel Frost, yes THAT Rachel Frost, the once universally despised NHB Champion, is now getting an enormous response out of the crowd. Rachel, who is scheduled to be in Ethan’s corner for his match against Rachel’s ex-husband, Aiken, presently does not stand in any corner, but face to faces with New Eden.
Rachel: You want Ethan, then you’ll have to go through my….what do you call it again Alana? My…bubble-butt? Cause see sugar, you made a big mistake two weeks ago when you laid me out with your Five Starr. And when you and Aiken took my friend, Jed (Wayne), and ya turned him into one of your New Eden minions, ya made an even bigger mistake. So I locked Ethan in the dressin’ room to make sure ya don’t get yer hands on ‘em, and so that you’ll be aaaall mine tonight, Alana.
Alana eagerly nods. But those nods soon turn to shakes when Alana realizes that Rachel is rushing right down the ramp. The NHB Champion slides into the ring, pops up to her feet and goes right after the group that has threatened to maul and mutilate her lover, Ethan Von Aaron. Silk reacts quickly, charging at Rachel and meeting her with blows to the face. Silk then gets a little fancy…too fancy, attempting to deliver a spinning back fist only to have Rachel duck under this intended blow. Rachel then rushes across the ring right into an unsuspecting Mogui, catching him with the Loredo Lasso. The clothesline knocks Mogui to the ring with some force. Rachel then rolls past Mogui and back to her feet. Ultimately she leaves those feet though, lunging into the air and catching the inbound Silk with the Boot Licker. The leaping back heel kick cracks Silk right under the jaw, sending her spiraling down to the canvas.
Rachel at last pops back up to her feet and stares a hole into Alana. The moment these two go eye to eye in the ring the crowd goes ape-shit. The tension is incredibly palpable between the NHB and X-Class Champions, who look ready to tear one another apart. The commentators finally speak up in the background regarding this long awaited confrontation.
Greyson: This is it Sparkles, the face off we’ve been waiting for. Rachel Frost and Alana Starr about to go at it.
Sparkles: Rachel’s probably still fuming over being dropped on the back of her neck with the Five Starr at Alana’s hands several weeks ago.
Greyson: So much more has gone down between these two though, Sparkles, months and months of drama culminating to this moment.
At last Rachel rushes at Alana, intent on doing to the X-Class Champion far worse than what has already been inflicted on Mogui and Silk.
Rachel gets within a few steps of Alana before the X-Class Champion takes a powder to the outside of the ring.
Greyson: Of course. Should have figured Alana would walk away from a fair fight with Rachel Frost.
Sparkles: Sparkles would RUN away from a fight with Rachel Frost, with your hand up my bum and all.
Greyson: Funny you say that, because Rachel was probably on the cusp of turning Brittany into a human pupp….HEY!
Rachel is so preoccupied glaring at Alana, who is back peddling up the ramp, that Rachel doesn’t see Mogui and Silk rushing in from behind. The two have recovered from the blows Rachel inflicted on them and now deliver some blows of their own. They stomp away at her repeatedly, but forearms and kicks are about to be the least of Rachel’s concern. At the moment Silk is extending her tongue, revealing the blade that is attached to it, the blade that is about exsanguinate Rachel.
Sparkles: What are they going to do to Rachel?
Greyson: Whatever their sick and depraved minds fancy, Sparkles.
A gleeful Alana watches from the base of the ramp as her New Eden associates are about to inflict some unspeakable atrocities on Rachel inside of the ring. However, an even greater atrocity might be on the cusp of befalling Alana when she finds her back hitting a wall. Wait, that’s not a wall. Well actually it is…a wall with muscles…a wall with a very intense expression…a wall that suddenly has Alana doubled over and being put in position for the Final Solution. The fans inside of the Manhattan Center are going absolutely and totally beyond nuts at the sight of Brittany Lohan setting Alana up for the kill move right on the ramp.
Greyson: Its….it’s…it’s Brittany Lohan! Perhaps Alana Starr’s greatest nemesis.
Sparkles: What is she doing here? We haven’t seen her since the End of the Year Special.
Greyson: And now she’s going to mark her return by breaking Alana Starr’s neck for a second time in their storied rivalry.
Brittany has both arms hooked and is just about to deliver the tiger driver on the ramp before Alana falls out of Brittany’s clutches then crawls right through her legs. Brittany turns and watches as Alana leaps to her feet and goes backing up the ramp. Alana is shaking her head in disbelief over Brittany’s presence and her attempted assault. Meanwhile, inside of the ring Mogui and Silk are glaring ever so frighteningly over the top rope and down at Brittany. Their preoccupation with Brittany leads to the detriment of these two New Eden members. Their original target Rachel comes rushing in from behind and hits them both with lariats to the backs of their skulls. Silk and Mogui are sent flipping forward over the top rope and crashing to the mats.
Rachel now backs to the center of the ring, glaring at the menacing blue eyes situated at ringside.
Greyson: What an absolutely STUNNING turn of events Sparkles. Brittany Lohan not only returns but goes right after Alana Starr.
Sparkles: I thought their rivalry was over though.
Greyson: Apparently not Sparkles, apparently not.
BACKSTAGE
Moments after being challenged by his former client to a one on one match this evening, we find ‘The Genius’ Paul Garrett looking understandably disconcerted. Every step he takes through the corridor is one with trepidation, eyes beaming with anxiety.
Mark Comeau: Yo, Mr. Garrett.
Paul leaps in place and then places a palm over his heart, TRYING to control his pulse rate and his anxious breaths. The backstage correspondent Mark Comeau caught Paul at the absolute worst possible time, stepping towards him with microphone in palm and inquires in mind.
Paul: WHAT!?!
Paul’s response is more a yelp than a question.
Comeau: Just found out that you were challenged by your former client, Mary-Allison Chainz to a match. Heard you two broke up on NewAge after ya stood against her for the way she was treating people like Katelyn Buehler since Chainz joined the IWC. Did you think the lecture you gave her on NewAge would lead to this?
Paul: First of all, it WASN’T a lecture, I was merely giving some sound advice. I had no idea that Chainz would take it the wrong way.
Comeau: Well, it seems trouble is following you around lately. Ever since you returned to the IWC after the death of your former client, Aerik Walker, you’ve been at odds with a number of people, including agent Mason Van Stanton, who as I understand it, has accepted a match against you over social media at Last Stand.
Paul: And that my geekazoid is one match that I WILL compete in. If you look up the word ‘obnoxious’ in the dictionary, it’s Mason Van Stanton’s picture you’ll find beside it. It will be my greatest pleasure to face him at Last Stand and finally shut his….
Mason: Biiiiig shock, Paul Garrett writing checks that his fat, geriatric body will bounce.
Into view steps Mr. Obnoxious himself, Mason Van Stanton. The agent to the Noel family approaches his nemesis Paul, who isn’t backing down. The two square up on one another.
Paul: Now is not the right time to throw around your childish insults you petulant pus filled pimple.
Mason: Actually it’s the PERFECT time to berate you, because there’s no better time to insult one when they’re at their lowest. It can’t get any lower for you than right now, Paulie, I mean, you not only just lost your best client, but now you’re going to have to wrestle her. So if you’ll excuse me if I feel the need to rub the proverbial salt in your wounds. Actually, you know what, I think I will do a little better than that.
Open hand, insert Paul’s face. Van Stanton wraps his palm around Paul’s forehead and pie faces him down to the floor.
Paul: That was a big mistake, Pimple.
Mason: I don’t make mistakes, Paul, I make legends. But if you feel the need to retaliate against me, the Sultan of Sexy, feel free to come to the ring, that’s where I will be in a matter of minutes when I introduce the world to my next LEGEND.
With every word and every action Mason proves more and more aggravating. He has grated on all of Paul’s nerves, actually Mason has gone one nerve too far.
Paul: I’ll be there.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
The reaction for Brittany Lohan’s arrival was absolutely deafening, but that’s how the crowd responded, Silas World’s reception is quite different. As the Blue Eyed Devil makes her way into the backstage area she finds herself on the receiving end of a very harsh glare from her wheelchair bound agent. The man she’s been on the outs with for several weeks now, Silas Mason, gives Lohan quite the grimace.
Lohan: Alright Silas….
With knuckles clinched, Lohan stoops in front of Silas, tension building between the pair.
Lohan: It’s done.
Silas’ grimace changes to a grin.
Silas: You did real good Baby Blue, but you could have done even better.
Lohan: How?
Silas: You could have broken Alana’s neck again. That IS why I called you to come back to the IWC after-all.
Lohan: You called me here to deal with Alana, I’ll deal with her. I’ll live up to my end of the bargain, will you live up to yours?
Silas: How could you ask such a thing? I’ve always been a man of my word, Baby Blue. I promised you if you came back and broke Alana’s neck, that Marie (Jones) and I would stay away from your sister, and ever since the End of the Year Special, that’s just what we’ve done.
Lohan: I noticed, and that’s the only reason I’m here.
Silas: I fulfilled my oath, now you fulfill yours. You end Alana, and I’ll keep Silas World from ending your sister.
Lohan: You know Silas, there is another way around this.
Silas: Is there?
Lohan: I could just break YOUR neck right now, and that would keep you from threatening Serenity.
Silas: Sure you could, but just keep in mind that anything you do to me, will be visited upon your sister tenfold. Silas World will avenge me, by snapping Abi’s neck like peanut brittle.
The rage that consumes Lohan threatens to manifest itself in the form of smoke pluming from her nostrils.
Lohan: Fine Silas, I’ll do what you ask, for NOW.
Silas: End Alana, and Abi will be just fine.
IN-RING
Mason Van Stanton: Move over Jolly Old Saint Nick….
The crowd has absolutely zero tolerance for Mason Van Stanton as he makes his way down the ramp, microphone in hand and arrogance in every word
Mason: Screw off Great Pumpkin….
The ring is now occupied by Mason, and his ear drum agitating comments continue to occupy the PA system.
Mason: Get bent Easter Bunny, and take a suck off my long and hard one Cupid, because absolutely none of your holidays are worth celebrating anymore.
The commentators verbalize the disgust felt by the crowd in response to Mason’s presence.
Greyson: Whoever allows Mason Van Stanton to have a microphone should be beaten to death and hung from a telephone pole.
Sparkles: Yup. The guy’s more annoying than constipation.
Greyson: And after what happened on NewAge, when Mason debuted his client, ‘Queen’ Julia Noel, Mason is going to get even more annoying, if that’s even possible.
Oh yes, it’s possible, and Mason proves it.
Mason: Every holiday that has been celebrated for decades will pale in comparison to the day that will forever be circled on calendars and heralded as the most anticipated event of the year. I’m talking about January 19th. The day that will forever be associated with the IWC debut of the honest to God royalty, the Queen, your future ruler and your future champion, Juuuuullliiia Noooeee…..
Paul: I don’t think so Pimple.
Anyone, even Adolf Hitler, would receive quite the warm reception for interrupting Mason Van Stanton, so Paul Garrett understandably gets a great reaction upon making his way down the ramp.
Greyson: Paul Garrett on his way to the ring, thank God.
Sparkles: Yeeeeaaaah, I love Paul Garrett, his jacket matches my fur color. Think we’re related?
Greyson: Highly doubt it, I just think purple is in right now.
Paul maneuvers his way up the steps and through the ropes into the ring, showing not even an iota of hesitation to go vie a vie with Mason. The man he has developed a very bitter twitter rivalry with over the past few weeks.
Greyson: These two have developed quite a bit of animosity haven’t they, Sparkles?
Sparkles: Yep. We saw it on NewAge when Paul cost Mason an over the top rope challenge against CNG commentator Eric Moxley, who is now Sparkles’ best friend.
Greyson: Is Moxley aware of this?
Sparkles: He will be when he finds Sparkles hiding under his bed.
Greyson: How wonderfully disturbing.
The crowd is rather excited at the prospect of seeing these two go at it, right chere, right cnow.
Paul: Wait…what’s that noise? (Paul does a Hogan inspired ear cupping) I think I just heard a million television remotes simultaneously changing over to Golden Girls reruns. Well I won’t allow this. I’m not about to let you personally kill the IWC’s ratings. I’m going to keep the fans tuned in, because nothing will grab ratings faster than watching me POP A PIMPLE.
Paul’s hands wrap around Mason’s collar, dragging him in close, ready to burst him like he were a zit.
Mason: Hahahahaha…AAAAH…HAHAHAHAHA.
Sparkles: Why is Van Stanton laughing? Did someone just tell him a joke about a chain reaction? Hahahahahaha.
Greyson: Dear lord, not again.
No one told Mason a joke, but apparently the joke is about to be ON Paul Garrett.
Mason: Boy, Chainz was right, for a self-described Genius, you sure are gullible. Baiting you to the ring was a lot easier than I thought. He’s all yours Chainz!
Paul’s skin color suddenly changes from blood red to as white as the hair on top of his head. He releases Mason and turns around quickly, but not quick enough. Paul’s former client, Mary-Allison Chainz has slid into the ring behind him, is dropping her Extraordinary Title to the canvas and is now dropping Paul to the canvas with a devastating right hand.
Greyson: This was a set up. Mason Van Stanton lured Paul Garrett to the ring…
Sparkles: And now Paulie’s former client is beatin’ up on that old man.
Mason is making his way around the ring laughing so obnoxiously it makes the fans front row feel the need to purge their stomachs of their recently devoured nachos. His presence becomes all the more intolerable when Mason motions to the back and an exhausted referee Arnie Ficklebottom makes his way down the ramp. The referee passes right by Mason, who directs the official to the ring.
MARY-ALLISON CHAINZ VS. PAUL GARRETT
Ficklebottom slips into the ring and calls for the bell, this ‘bout’ getting underway. Paul sits up on the canvas holding his jaw in one hand and lifting his other palm into the air. He begs off but his pleas fall on deaf ears, Chainz is absolutely compassionless, even when it comes to her former agent.
Greyson: I’m just appalled by this Sparkles.
Sparkles: Sorry, Sparkles had no idea that amount of cheese would have such an effect on my flatulence.
Greyson: Believe me, what’s happening in the ring right now is a thousand time worse than your cheese related farts.
The crowd is all over Chainz, and Chainz is all over Garret. She steps over his stomach, wads up his tie around her hand and with the other begins to deliver slaps across his face. She back hands one of his cheeks, then follows it with an open hand palm strike across the other. All of this is viewed by an irate audience, save for one. Mason Van Stanton continues to laugh hysterically as he backs up the ramp, getting a very good view of the brutality being inflicted on the defenseless Paul.
Chainz now drags her former agent to his feet, scoops him up onto her shoulder and slams his body viciously into the canvas. Paul sits up, groaning in pain and reaching for his kidneys….kidneys that receive a straight kick. Chainz treats Paul’s kidneys like they were footballs, of the none deflated variety. She then treats his head like a soccer ball, gently brushing her boot across the side of his temple. She playfully kicks at Paul’s head several times.
Ultimately that head falls into Chainz’s clutches, grabbing his white hair and rolling him over to his knees. Once again Chainz proceeds to back hand him across the lips and then blatantly slap him to the cheek.
Chainz: You should have kept your mouth shut Paul. You’re not my father you fat piece of shit.
Paul suddenly brushes the hand that was holding him by the hair away and rises to his knees, his face flashing with defiance.
Paul: No, I’m not your father, but I dare-say your father would be DISGUSTED by what you’ve become.
This statement suddenly changes Chainz’s expression, her whole face going blood red. In a split instant Chainz grabs Paul by the arms, hooking them both. She then heaves him up to his feet and ultimately into the air before driving his skull straight into the canvas with the Chain Reaction. The double underhook impaler DDT drives Paul’s head viciously into the ring. He then flops over to his back, totally unconscious and completely prone to the pin. Chainz crawls into the cover, hooking his leg.
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Ficklebottom is about to bring this match to a merciful conclusion before Chainz breaks her own pinfall attempt. Instead of finishing Paul off, she drags his shoulders up off of the canvas, holding onto his bangs and holding his fate literally in the palms of his hands.
Chainz: I’m not bored yet.
Now the man observing from the ramp, Mason, is doubled over slapping his knees in fits of hysterics. He actually swipes a finger under his eye, brushing away a tear from his loud and excessive laughter.
Greyson: This honestly has to be one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever seen.
Sparkles: Worse than seeing Mason in a wrestling singlet.
And it’s about to get a lot worse as Chainz drags Paul’s head under his seat and extends her arms out to her sides, setting up for the Chain-ge of Heart. She is about to finish off another opponent with this move before the building goes dark and lightning bolts put an abrupt end to this finality. Yes, lightning bolts. They shoot straight down from the rafters and explode into fire once hitting the turnbuckles.
Greyson: Oooooh shit.
Fog has rolled in upon the stage and before long a figure materializes from behind it, that figure being the Queen of the Ring Champion Jessica Lasiewicz. The arena comes unglued at the sight of Lasiewicz making her way down the ramp with her title thrown over her shoulder.
Greyson: Jessica Lasiewicz, the woman who was assaulted numerous times by Mary-Allison Chainz and the Slay Revolution, she’s come for revenge.
Sparkles: Sparkles imagines there’s a lot of people on Lasiewicz’s hit list, not just Chainz and the Slay Revolution.
Greyson: After everything that went down on NewAge, I think that’s a fair assumption Sparkles.
Chainz readies for as fight against Lasiewicz by picking up the Extraordinary Title belt. She stretches it between her palms and prepares to introduce it to the face of Lasiewicz, who pauses at ringside, glaring into the ring at a woman who in her short time with the IWC has become a bitter rival. Lasiewicz pauses at the base of the ramp, that Mason wisely cleared from the second he saw the Queen of the Ring Champion on her way towards the ring. Mason no longer watches from the ramp, instead he’s rushing to the backstage area, getting out of harm’s way. As Mason runs away from the ring, Lasiewicz draws closer to it. The fans are quite excited to see Lasiewicz exact some revenge on the Slay Revolution, starting with Chainz.
Chainz isn’t going to make it easy on Lasiewicz though, tightly gripping the Extraordinary Title she took from Wilde earlier tonight, and readying it for use against Lasiewicz’s pretty skull. Lasiewicz doesn’t mind the threat, hence why she’s methodically pulling herself up the apron.
Greyson: This is about to get very violent.
And just as the violence is inevitably about to erupt the lights dim and the howling of a wolf fills the arena.
Sparkles: What the hell is this now?
Greyson: We’ve got ANOTHER blackout.
The only light is coming from the Cartel-tron, which flashes with the image of a snarling wolf’s face. That feral beast is replaced by the image of a letter.
”N”
The letter dissolves into the black backdrop and now a Jester mask is juxtaposed against the darkness. That mask fades away, another letter now taking prominence.
”E”
Back to the wolf’s gnarled features followed by a third letter.
”C”
Back to the bloodstained Jester mask set against the dark background, which is immediately followed by the flashing of a fourth letter.
”R”
The eyes of the wolf that are featured look more intense and actually glow red when they come into view for the final time. This image is gone in a flash, and now the final letter appears on the screen.
”O”
All five letters are put together interspersed between quick clips of the wolf’s face and the jester mask.
”N-E-C-R-O”
The Manhattan Center better have a strong foundation, because it’s shaking in response to the crowd’s reaction.
Greyson: Uh-oh….we all know what this means….Shilo Valiant is here.
Sparkles: And he’s probably not very happy that Mary-Allison Chainz took that Extraordinary Title from Jessica Wilde. He wants to be the one who beats her for the gold.
Greyson: Hence why Wilde was so eager to put it on the line against Chainz earlier tonight.
The lights remain dimmed with the exception of the ominous glow cast from the Cartel-tron, but even that fades into the blackness eventually. All of a sudden the lights just burst back to life, illuminating the ring where Chainz remains untouched. Confusion fills Chainz’s face, obviously questioning what the hell just happened. Suddenly all becomes clearer when Chainz goes to swing the belt she was holding at Lasiewicz only to now realize that the Extraordinary Title is no longer in her hands.
Chainz turns around in circles, looking for the belt, which is now nowhere to be found.
Greyson: The Extraordinary Title, it’s gone.
Sparkles: Where the hell did it go?
Probably the same place as Chainz’ chin, into oblivion. She turns back towards Lasiewicz, who enters the ring and blasts Chainz right to the face with a punch. The shot knocks Chainz back, before retaliating with a strike of her own. The Queen of the Ring Champion rushes at Chainz only to have the Slay Revolution interfere. Prii Foote, Victoria Salinas and Tina Valentine rush to the ringside area, reach under the ropes and grab hold of Chainz’s ankles. They drag her to the outside of the ring where Chainz now has to be restrained. Lasiewicz then looks to the outside of the ring, her eyes burning a hole into the group that is making its way up the ramp. The moment Lasiewicz’s eyes meet with Tina’s, the Duchess begins to pantomime a title across her waist.
Tina: That title you’re holding WILL be mine again.
Lasiewicz raises the Queen of the Ring Championship and slaps the gold plate.
Lasiewicz: Come and get it.
BACKSTAGE
An uncharacteristic display of anger is reflected upon Alana Starr’s face resulting from what went down in the ring moments ago. The return of Brittany Lohan and her attempt to give her the Final Solution on the steel ramp-way has left Alana frazzled. Gathered around her are Mogui and Silk. her fellow New Eden compatriots attempting to show her as much support as possible in this, her hour of the utmost need. They fill Alana’s dressing room with their concerned comments.
Silk: A thousand apologies. We had no idea you had fallen prey to the Devil.
Mogui: We were so busy trying to splay Rachel Frost’s innards across the canvas that we….
Alana: No need to apologize. I should have listened to Scott when he warned me about Silas and his tactics. But if Silas wants to play, well, I do love games.
Mogui and Silk smile ever so devilishly.
Alana: But I’m fine, so no worries….
That tune changes the second the door opens and Scott Cannon steps into the dressing room.
Scott: Alana, what happened? I heard things didn’t go according to plan.
Alana: Oooow….ooooh….Ouchie…
Alana suddenly throws her body weight across the shoulders of Mogui and Silk, pretending that she needs their support just to hold her up.
Alana: I can’t believe I let him get the drop on me. Quick, lay me down, I’m in so much pain.
Scott’s expression twists into one of legitimate concern as he watches Alana being lowered to a bench. She now lies across it, putting the back of her wrist across her forehead.
Alana: Oh heavens to betsies, the horror-the horror.
Scott: Can someone please explain to me what the heck is going on here?
The co-holder of Alana’s Tag Team Titles begs for answers but only Alana is going to give them.
Alana: Scott, is that, is that you?
Scott: Yeah, it’s me.
Alana: Come closer. It’s hard to see.
Scott’s eyebrow arches as he approaches Alana.
Alana: Closer…
With a roll of his eyes Scott crouches down beside the laid out Alana.
Alana: I just want you to know that I don’t hold you responsible.
Scott: Responsible? For what?
Alana: Not being there when Ethan and Rachel jumped me.
Scott: What do you mean they jumped you? You had Silk and Mogui with you.
Alana: They caught us off guard. We weren’t anticipating a fight. All I wanted to do was go to the ring and offer a truce between Ethan, Rachel and I. I was even going to offer to bake them muffins.
Scott: God I don’t know what’s worse, you being jumped or you’re cooking.
Alana: What…oooooh golly, the pain, my spleen….
Alana holds her shoulder, nowhere even close to wear her spleen is located. Silk discreetly reaches in, takes hold of Alana’s elbow and gently guides her hand down to her abdomen, where her spleen IS located.
Scott: So Ethan and Rachel attacked you huh?
Alana: Totally unprovoked.
Scott: That’s horrible.
Alana: No Scott. You musn’t.
Scott: What?
Alana: You shouldn’t feel the need to go out and attack Ethan in retaliation.
Scott: I ummm….
Alana: Stop beating yourself up, Scott, the fact that you weren’t there to protect me, is no reason for you to be so upset with yourself.
Scott: Well to be perfectly honest, I’m really not….
Alana: I won’t let you do it…
Scott: Do what?
Alana: Avenge me. It’s too risky.
Scott: You know what, I think I’ll go and have words with Ethan.
Alana: No, you can’t…
Scott: Maybe your rig….
Alana: ALRIGHT ALREADY. If you insist on attacking Ethan in response to what he did to me, then go.
With a groan Scott rises to his feet and makes his way out of the room. He steps into the hall where his Alana appointed bodyguard Kordy is standing with her back to a wall and her hands clasping at her stomach.
Scott: Something wrong?
Kordy: There was too much cheese in that sandwich I taste tested for you earlier. Kordy is lactose intolerant.
Scott: Fine, you take care of that, while I take care of something else.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
Is smug a strong enough adjective to describe Mason Van Stanton at present? Probably not. He has a very confident gait as he swaggers down the hallway. He walks away from the ring where he just lured his enemy Paul Garrett into a trap. Speaking of traps, it looks like Mason might be walking right into the middle of one.
Marina: You piece of filth.
Paul Garrett is not the only enemy that Mason need concern himself with. A vengeful Marina Valdivia comes into view, grabbing a bundle of Mason’s jacket and forcing him back first into the wall. The moment Mason’s back hits the wall he lets out a high pitched yelp. His hands fly up into the air, palms defensively raised.
Mason: Whoa-whoa-whoa…calm it down She-Hulk.
Marina: Shut your disgusting mouth you toad.
Demands the woman who has been scorned far too often by Mason over the past few months.
Marina: Did you think I was just going to let you off the hook after what you and your client did to me on NewAge?
Declares the co-number one contender for the Queen of the Ring Championship.
Marina: What were you thinking? That you could just get away with assaulting me and their wouldn’t be consequences? What planet are you living on? Because it sure isn’t planet earth.
In spite of the physical threat that Marina poses, a grin comes to Mason’s face, a smarmy grin that MUST be instantly erased.
Mason: Listen up you Hollywood whore….
A slap removes the smile from Mason’s face. He reaches for his cheek in shock.
Mason: How dare you.
Another slap connects to his opposite cheek.
Mason: You scoundrel!
He’s pulled away from the wall only to have his back driven against it once again.
Marina: Shut your mouth Mason, shut it right now.
Mason makes a zipping gesture across his lips.
Marina: The only reason you’re still conscious right now, is because I want you to send a message to your client. I want you to tell your Queen that Marina is calling ‘cut’ on her career. Last week on NewAge, that was an ‘outtake,’ and tonight we’ll film a ‘reshoot.’ And when I get my hands on your client, the film will have a far happier ending.
Mason: Is that all you want me to tell her?
Marina: Yeah. Oh wait, just one other little thing.
A knee shoots up right into Mason’s testicles.
IN-RING
Mere moments after drilling Mary-Allison Chainz with the fist in the center of the ring Jessica Lasiewicz now paces it with the Queen of the Ring Championship thrust over her shoulder. She paces back and forth with her dark, chilling eyes matching her dark, chilling voice, one that carries through the mic into the Manhattan Center’s PA system.
Lasiewicz: Right now my focus should be on one thing, successfully defending this title.
The Queen of the Ring Title is elevated into view.
Lasiewicz: It was announced by the powers that be that I’ll defend this title in a three way match at the Last Stand pay-per-view against Marina Valdivia and Selena Frost, but I’ve been unable to give my two number one contenders the time and attention they deserve. Why? Because there’s been one distraction after another thrown in front of me. Not only was I attacked two weeks ago right here on Riot by the Slay Revolution, but then NewAge rolls around, and what happens? I was abducted and threatened by New Eden. NEW EDEN! Co się tu dzieje. One group after another tries to use me as a means to an end. więcej nie. This ends and it ends right now. I’ll do what I’ve been trying to do for my sister since the day I returned to this company. Marie’s problems have always been MY problems, but more so now than ever.
The commentators can be overheard in the background discussing the very subject Lasiewicz is so vocally bitter about.
Greyson: Our Queen of the Ring Champion of course discussing what went down on NewAge when Mika Kozlov had her abducted and New Eden used her to lure Lasiewicz’s sister Marie Jones to the ring.
Sparkles: Lasiewicz ain’t happy about that, actually she ain’t happy about very many things, including what the Slay Revolution did to her two weeks ago.
Lasiewicz’s angry diatribe continues as well as her pacing.
Lasiewicz: Knocking Chainz out and sending a message to the Slay Revolution, that was just the beginning. There is still so much that needs to be done. So many others who need to pay. So get in line and come out here one after the other, starting with you New Eden. I want each member of your group to waltz down that ramp, enter this ring and find out what it feels like to have…
The entrance music that suddenly cuts Lasiewicz off does NOT belong to any member of New Eden, instead it belongs to the man who has his OWN agenda against New Eden. Ethan Von Aaron is presently embarking down the ramp, and following right beside him is the NHB Champion, Rachel Frost. Ethan and Rachel are wearing predominantly black attire that has the word “FILTH” inscribed across the chests.
Greyson: Well Lasiewicz asked for New Eden, but once again she does NOT get what she wanted.
Sparkles: Hell nah, instead it’s two more of New Eden’s enemies, Rachel Frost and Ethan Von Aaron.
Greyson: And Ethan has the chance tonight to cut the head off the serpent sort of speak. He’ll be going one on one with Aiken Frost, in a match that I can only presume will be taking place here in a few moments.
Sparkles: Yep, and earlier on we found out that Rachel will be in Ethan’s corner for that match.
Greyson: Not only that but we’ve learned that there will be ‘zero tolerance’ for interference from any members of New Eden, meaning if anyone interferes on Aiken Frost’s behalf, they will be fired on the spot.
Now that the particulars of that match have been discussed Ethan prepares to get to it, but first he’ll have to smooth things over with Lasiewicz. Ethan slips through the cables and wisely keeps his distance from an angered Queen of the Ring Champion.
Ethan: Jessie…..sorry if my timing leaves a little to be desired….
Specifies the man now holding a mic and keeping a lot of space between he and Lasiewicz.
Ethan: I know you really want to see New Eden get their collectives asses handed to them, and believe it or not, you and I actually agree on something for once. I know, shocking ain’t it? I mean, for weeks you were pretty vocal about your sister Marie working with me in the GOOD Movement. But let’s get past that shit, build a bridge and get over it. Cause like I said, we can both agree that New Eden has done far worse things to your sister than I ever have, or ever could, and right now I’ve got a chance to get some retribution for Marie, for you, for me, and most importantly for that REAL Goddess at ringside….
Rachel smiles as she looks up into the ring at the man determined to defend her honor against her former husband.
Ethan: So let’s not concern ourselves with the past and….
Lasiewicz: Enough.
Ethan goes quiet while wisely raising his defenses.
Lasiewicz: Are you going to kick Aiken’s ass tonight or not?
Ethan: That’s the plan Jessie’s girl, that’s the plan.
Lasiewicz: Then stop bullshitting about it and do it already. Bring New Eden down!
Ethan: Yes ma’am.
Tina: Whoa…wait one fuckin’ minute.
Once again the crowd has a rather unforgiving and regretless response when it comes to the Slay Revolution. Tina Valentine is out front and center this time as Mary-Allison Chainz, Prii Foote and Victoria Salinas backs her on her way to the ring. The four embark down the ramp with Tina speaking one damning word after another.
Tina: Apparently you bitches need to listen, because ya got it all wrong. There ain’t gonna be no Aiken Frost versus Ethan Von Aaron anything…..I was promised my main event tonight, and I ain’t stopping until I get it. So fuck whatever plans any of you had in place, because my match against Ethan, it’s gonna happen, and rather it goes on at the end of the show, or right now, it’s the mother-fuckin’ main event.
Ethan: Tina, maybe you’re the one who needs to clean all the crack out of your ears.
Ethan steps to the ropes that separates him from the ladies at ringside, leaning over them to make sure his former GOOD Movement stablemate can hear him loud and clear.
Ethan: I don’t think you heard what Orlando Cruze came out here and said earlier tonight.
Tina: Oh I heard every word of that bullshit.
Ethan: Then maybe it’s not the crack in your ears that’s the problem, it’s the crack that rotted your brain. We aren’t fighting tonight Tina, I’m facing Aiken, now deal with it.
Tina: Nah, no way. I ain’t takin’ no for an answer.
Lasiewicz: You know what…
Lasiewicz is tired of hearing from the Slay Revolution and having her presence overlooked.
Lasiewicz: Fuck this…
The second her sentence ends Lasiewicz takes off across the ring and jumps over Ethan’s body. She clears Ethan, clears the top rope and ultimately crashes down right into the Slay Revolution at ringside.
Greyson: Big senton by the Queen of the Ring Champion right into the Slay Revolution.
Sparkles: Finally she gets some payback on the group that attacked her two weeks ago.
Lasiewicz quickly works her way up to her feet, throwing wild right hands into the faces of Chainz, Prii and Victoria. Somehow Tina manages to crawl past her and crawl towards the ring. Rachel is so distracted at ringside by Lasiewicz’s onslaught against the Slay Revolution that she doesn’t even notice what’s happening inside the squared circle behind her. Ethan is so focused on the damage that Lasiewicz is inflicting with her rights and lefts that he doesn’t see what’s occurring behind his back. Suddenly he falls victim to the Street Smart Lung Blower. Tina rushes in behind Ethan and leaps into the air, catching him by the shoulders and pulling him down into the maneuver.
Greyson: Tina assaulting Ethan from behind.
Sparkles: She is just bound and determined to get her match against him isn’t she?
Tina now stands over Ethan and begins to deliver multiple stomps across his back and his shoulders.
Tina: You’re gonna fight me one way or another tonight Ethan. Rather you agree with that shit or not.
Tina drags Ethan up by the bangs of his hair and begins to deck him repeatedly in the face with vicious right hands. Finally officials Marcus Mayfield, Arnie Ficklebottom and Michelle Blacker come sliding into the ring. They surround Tina, force her up to her feet and force her back from Ethan, who’s rage is quite explosive at the moment.
Ethan: You know what….screw it…
Ethan rises to his feet with the aid of the turnbuckle, reaching for his kidneys, which were just on the receiving end of the backstabber a few moments ago.
Ethan: You want to fight me that bad? You want your main event. Well just like any lady who goes one on one with me, you’re about to get a lot more than you asked for.
Ethan rushes across the ring, jumps through the referees and connects with a punch across Tina’s cheek, knocking her back into the corner. Arnie and Michelle clear out of the ring and Mayfield calls for the bell, getting this match underway,
ETHAN VON AARON VS. TINA VALENTINE
Finally everyone, save for Rachel Frost, have been cleared from ringside. Now it’s just Tina and Ethan left to settle this, the two exchanging punches in the corner of the ring.
Greyson: It looks like we’re getting this match after-all.
Sparkles: Shit just got FUBAR.
Ethan continues to unload with piston like rights to Tina’s face in spite of her best attempts to get her arms up to block the blows. Finally Head Referee Mayfield interjects, forcing Ethan back and to the center of the ring. Just then Tina rushes out of the corner and attempts to blindside Ethan for a second time. She goes for a big yakuza kick that Ethan barely manages to duck his head under. He then swings around behind Tina and wraps his arms around her waist, going for what looks like a German suplex. That’s when he eats a back elbow for his trouble. The blow to the mouth sends Ethan staggering back into the ropes before falling through them. His shins then hit the top rope, catapulting his feet back down to the canvas and his body up into a clothesline. Tina turns around and ducks the inbound clothesline though, swinging around behind Ethan and placing him in a rear waist-lock. Whatever Tina has in mind is derailed the moment Ethan hits her upside the skull with a back elbow. The blow sends Tina staggering back towards the ropes but ultimately rolling under them to the apron. She then leaps up to her feet and grabs the top cable. The former Queen of the Ring Champion springs to the top rope and takes off across the ring, going for a double axehandle smash.
Ethan just barely manages to roll out of the way of Tina’s elbows, ending up on his feet behind his opponent. Ethan quickly rushes in behind Tina, grabbing the back of her head and the waistband before rushing her at the ropes and throwing her through to the outside of the ring.
Tina crashes to the outside mats and then proceeds to return to her feet before Ethan takes off across the ring, bouncing off the far ropes. It looks like Ethan is about to go for the suicide diving headbutt, building momentum behind the big dive. He just begins to leap through the ropes, getting his head through the cables before finding that head crushed. Tina leaps from the ringside mats and to the apron, launching her foot up and into Ethan’s face. The kick knocks Ethan senseless, sending him staggering back towards the center of the ring. Tina then stands up on the apron, grabs the top rope and springs to it, ultimately flying off into a double axehandle smash. Her arms connect with Ethan’s skull and the blow sends him staggering back into the ropes. He falls through them…no wait, his ankles catch the top rope, launching him back up to his feet and into the Nigel. The clothesline crushes Tina’s throat, sending her body into a full corkscrew.
Greyson: What a crazy sequence leading to that devastating lariat. Man, I’m guessing Orlando Cruze is not going to be happy about this, Tina Valentine is definitely disrupting the plans both the President and Ethan had for Aiken Frost tonight.
The physicality wages on with Ethan dragging Tina up by her bangs and delivering a swift forearm shiver across her temple. He then follows that up with a headbutt to the back of her skull, proceeded by a knife edge chop across Tina’s sternum. This succession of strikes has Tina staggering into ropes, bouncing off and then walking right back into a bionic elbow across the brow. Tina collapses, rolls back to her feet and walks into another bionic elbow that removes her from her feet.
Tina gets back to her feet but not as quickly as the last time. Ethan is right there on top of her, putting his hands to the former Queen of the Ring Champion’s chest and forcefully shoving her back into the turnbuckle. Tina hits the corner and Ethan hits her with something far more devastating. He charges in and hits her with a hard jumping back elbow to the chest. Ethan then rushes to the center of the ring and gets another running start behind another jumping back elbow to the sternum. He follows this up by grabbing Tina by the back of the head, throwing her down out of the corner and to the canvas.
Ethan climbs up the corner in reverse, standing on the middle rope and slapping his elbow repeatedly. He waits for Tina to stand up, and once she does, Ethan takes to the air, connecting with ANOTHER bionic elbow. Tina collapses to the canvas, clasping at her face.
Sparkles: Ethan’s really handing it to his former client. To think, these two use to be pretty close, they were like cheese and Sparkles.
Greyson: Tina a former member of Ethan Von Aaron’s and Alana Starr’s GOOD Movement collective before the group severed ties at the End of the Year Special.
Sparkles: Which has led to Ethan establishing FILTH, Tina forming the Slay Revolution and Alana Starr joining New Eden.
Tina continues to cup her forehead on her way back to her feet. Ethan steps in on the cusp of removing her from that position, delivering a discus bionic elbow to the top of the head that Tina manages to avoid by getting her boot up into the air. A kick nails Ethan across the jaw but sends him staggering back into the ropes. He falls through them…nope…wait, his shins hit the top rope and launch him back up into the Nigel….nope…wait…Tina sees it coming, hence why she rushes in and nails Ethan with a spear the moment he catapults back up to his feet. The blow sends Tina and Ethan flying through the cables and crashing to the outside mats.
Greyson: Tina wasn’t going to be caught with ANOTHER Nigel out of Ethan, she just split him in half with the spear.
The blow to the ribs has Ethan feeling like he wants to cough up a lung.
Tina is hooked on that feeling.
She steps across the mats, snatches Ethan by the hair and the wrist then launches him towards the barricade. However, Ethan gets his foot up, placing it against the barrier and blocking his skull first collision with it. He then delivers a back elbow to Tina’s chin, sending her spiraling back then rolling into the ring. Ethan follows her, climbing up to the apron, climbing the turnbuckle to the top rope and ultimately taking to the air. He flies straight at a rising Tina, trying to take her down with a super bionic elbow, But instead he lands crotch first right across Tina’s knee, hitting the atomic drop. Ethan leaps back, holding his crotch and ultimately finding his chin to be in far worse shape when Tina hits it with a lightning fast dropkick.
Ethan falls to his back, looking wide eyed, his brain frazzled by that last blow. The Slay Revolution member stays on Ethan, this time by hitting the Arabian Press. She connects with the moonsault across Ethan’s sternum, crushing her former agent’s ribs. She then rushes to her feet, rushes into the ropes and steps through them to the apron. Ultimately she flips right back over them into a senton leg drop. Ethan clutches his throat, rolling away from Tina, who instantly takes advantage of her opponent’s positioning. She steps over Ethan’s back and pulls him up into the camel clutch.
Tina has the hold perfectly applied, but them opts to change things up just a little. She transitions from the standard camel clutch, to a dragon sleeper camel clutch variant. She remains seated across the back of Ethan while twisting his head back into this deadly dragon sleeper variant.
Rachel slaps the apron a few times and screams at Ethan, demanding he escape the hold or else he won’t like the consequences. Ethan feeds off the inspirational comments, forcing his way towards his feet in an attempt to escape the dragon sleeper.
Ethan forces his way up to his feet, forcing Tina to stop mounting the small of his back, but maintain possession of the dragon sleeper. She keeps Ethan stooped over backwards into the hold before making a quick modification. She swings her leg around, throws it over Ethan’s neck and drops, hitting almost a version of the inverted DDT. Her leg comes down right across Ethan’s throat, resulting in him gasping for oxygen.
Tina is going to make him gasp for another reason. She waits for Ethan to get up to his elbows and knees before delivering the double stomp right between his shoulder blades. Ethan’s face is driven straight down into the canvas, ricocheting off of it and flying back right into Tina’s waiting arms. She places him in ANOTHER dragon sleeper.
The submission cuts off Ethan’s windpipe, causing severe oxygen deprivation. The hold is taking a very physical toll on Ethan’s already depleted body. However, Ethan continues to do what he’s synonymous with, fighting against obstacles.
Greyson: Another dragon sleeper, and a more painful toll being taken on Ethan’s body
Sparkles: Rachel had better do something about this, otherwise there’s going to be nothing left of her man for the post show celebration.
Tina’s arms are like a vice, SQUEEEEEZING Ethan’s carotid artery and his esophagus, preventing any air from reaching his brain.
Tina: You never should have strung me along, Ethan. You promised me main events, you promised me a lifetime reign as Queen of the Ring Champion. You never fulfilled even one of your promises.
Well, he’s fulfilled at least one, because she’s competing in the main event, the most hotly anticipated match coming into tonight’s telecast, a bout that is living up to the hype. Tina grips onto Ethan’s neck with all of her strength, but Ethan refuses to bend to his former client’s will. He forces his body up but does not free his neck from that dragon sleeper. There’s only one way this dragon sleeper is being broken, via Tina’s own volition. She delivers a rolling cutter from that dragon sleeper position, spiraling Ethan down forcefully into the canvas. His face bounces from the ring and his body pops up into a crawling position. Tina then rushes past him, leaps to the top rope and delivers ANOTHER Arabian Press, coming down across the upper back of the crawling Ethan.
Tina steps over Ethan’s back and pulls him up by his fishhooked nostrils into a dragon sleeper. She has it really clamped on this time, Ethan struggling but it’s ultimately to no avail. He just can’t get out of this hold in spite of his best efforts, hence why his hand is shooting out to his side. He looks ready to tap to his former client.
Rachel: You tap and I’ll bite your fingers off Ethan!
Said fingers ball up into a fist, Ethan quite attached to them. A renewed conviction overcomes Ethan, who defiantly begins to inch to his feet. Tina is growing agitated, breaking the sleeper and then delivering a headbutt right to the back of Ethan’s neck. He falls to the canvas across his elbows and knees while Tina takes off into the ropes. She drops the creases of her knees across the top rope, flipping back into the Arabian Press. This time she comes down on top of Ethan….Ethan’s SHOULDER. He stands up and catches Tina in a powerslam position, turning to the center of the ring and preparing to pay homage to the British Bulldog. He rushes to the center of the ring to deliver the slam when Tina suddenly swings around and latches onto Ethan’s head, spiking him directly on top of it via the DDT.
Ethan pops into the air, eventually landing on his seat and looking quite shaken by that DDT. He is then pulled down to the canvas and placed in a lateral press, Tina hooking the creases of both of his knees.
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A pin nor a submission have managed to finish Ethan off, getting his shoulder up into the air. Tina sits there on the canvas, huffing and puffing, and now she’s ready to blow Ethan away. She grabs Ethan’s bangs, forces him up to his seat and then begins to scoot in from behind to apply the dragon sleeper. She takes Ethan around his neck only to have her opponent suddenly fall back, launching her shin up and straight into Tina’s forehead. The shot sends Tina rolling back and to her feet, clutching at her forehead. Ethan then stands up in front of her and comes rushing in with a boot aimed at her face. But Tina ducks under the kick, causing him to go stumbling past her and into the ropes. He leaps over them to the apron. Tina then stands up turns around and wants to go after Ethan only to spot him springing off the top cable and into the bionic elbow. It connects, his elbow smashing Tina’s forehead and knocking her to the canvas.
Sparkles: Looks like to Sparkles that Ethan is gettin’ back into the swing of shit.
Greyson: Tina’s kept him shut down for the vast majority of this, but as we’ve seen in Ethan’s matches against Aiken Frost and Jed Wayne over the past few weeks, he’s a lot tougher than any of us give him credit for.
Sparkles: He would have to be if he survives those long nights of sexual escapades with Rachel. Sparkles imagines she’s pretty freaky in the sack. If they even use a sack. Sparkles imagines they screw on a bed of nails.
Right now Ethan feels like he’s been exposed to a bed of nails, every inch of his body experiencing piercing pain. In spite of that pain Ethan steps across the ring and delivers a straight head butt across Tina’s chest. He then rises back to his feet at the same time that Tina is forcing her way up. She then limps along right into Ethan and his scoop slam. Once driving his opponent down into the canvas, Ethan takes off into the ropes, ricochets from them and into another headbutt across Tina’s ribs this time.
Tina grabs at her abdomen, rises to her feet and then rushes right into Ethan’s waiting hands. He slips her up to his shoulder and goes for the running powerslam. But Tina slips even further, going right over Ethan’s shoulder and landing behind his back. She wedges hands to Ethan’s spine, shoving him along into the turnbuckle. Once he reaches the corner, with Tina racing in behind him, Ethan grabs the top rope then launches his legs into the air. He flies back right over top of Tina, who charges under him and into the corner.
The corner holds nothing back against Tina when she connects against it. And her elbow is equally as unforgiving when Ethan rushes straight into it. The blow sends Ethan stumbling but still upright. Tina WILL take him down though, leaping to the middle rope, springing off and throwing her legs back at Ethan’s shoulders, but instead it’s her ribs that come down on top of said shoulders. Ethan catches Tina, rushes her across the ring and delivers the running powerslam.
Greyson: Momentum shifting.
Sparkles: It’s the perm Sparkles tells ya, the perm gives Ethan mythical powers.
Ethan hooks Tina’s leg and grinds his forearm against her face.
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The crowd groans right alongside Ethan and Rachel when Tina gets her shoulder up. She’s obviously shaken up from the slam, but not shaken enough to suffer defeat. Ethan looks to shake her up a little more via the diving head-butt that SADLY misses its mark. Tina rolls out of the way and Ethan goes crashing down right into the canvas. Tina then seamlessly transitions around, sitting down on Ethan’s back and pulling him up into the dragon sleeper.
Or at least that was the plan.
Ethan slips back through Tina’s legs, grabbing one of her arms in the process and pulling it through her legs. He stands up and hooks her far arm before lifting Tina up into the pumphandle slam. But Tina swings around Ethan’s shoulders and catches him around the neck in the process. She then lands on her feet in front of Ethan, setting up for a DDT. She is about to spike Ethan on his skull one last time…the key word in that statement being ABOUT. Ethan stands up straight and back drops Tina. She shows remarkable agility by flipping over and landing straight on her feet. She then takes off into the ropes, bounces from them and comes back in at Ethan. But she fails to realize that Ethan is coming to her instead of vice versa. Ethan rolls over backwards and catches Tina around the neck, dropping to his seat and connecting with a stunner. Tina’s chin bounces off of Ethan’s shoulder and her body goes staggering back into the ropes.
Ethan then goes rushing straight at her only to run directly into two raised boots. Tina kicks Ethan to the chest, pushing off and flipping back. She lands on the apron and is about to re-enter the ring only to have Ethan charge in and lunge through the ropes, catching her with a spear to the ribs. Tina and Ethan go crashing to the outside of the ring amidst an explosive ovation from the crowd.
Greyson: AAAAH!
Sparkles: Ethan with some big time retaliation for that spear Tina gave him to the outside of the ring earlier on.
Greyson: That had to bust a few ribs.
Tina clasps at those ribs while rolling away from Ethan, who is all banged up himself. The two work their way up to their feet and begin to exchange punches across the outside mats. Ethan then turns his back on Tina, taking her around the neck and going for another stunner. Somehow Tina manages to push Ethan off though, sending him spiraling into the announce table.
Greyson: WATCH OUT!
Ethan crashes ribs first into the table then bounces back into the waiting arms of Tina. She leaps into the air, lands on Ethan’s back and places him in a sleeper hold. But just then Ethan slips back through Tina’s arms, through her legs and ends up behind her back. He takes Tina’s arm, forces it between her legs, hooks the other one and heaves Tina into the pumphandle. He then turns and throws her down on top of the ring apron with the pumphandle slam.
Greyson: OOOOOH FUDGE!
Sparkles: That was MC-NASTAY!
Tina bounces off the edge of the ring and collapses to the mats. Ethan then takes her by the hair, rolls her into the ring and slides in after her. He crawls across the ring, he drops into a lateral press.
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Victory seems a certainty, but Tina never adheres to the plans of others. She does what she does best, defies. Tina rolls her shoulder out from under Ethan, who now sits on the canvas mumbling obscenities.
Greyson: And yet the match still rolls on.
Sparkles: I didn’t expect things to get so physical between these two, I mean, these two were once friends.
That friendship has completely dissolved as a result of Tina’s rage against the machine. She isn’t the only one angry, so is Ethan, who sits there shivering mad. And that anger gets all the more explosive when from the corner of his eye he spots Silk and Mogui of New Eden rushing down the ramp. Rachel has no idea what’s going on until she’s dropped to the mats by the very same individuals she laid out earlier tonight. Mogui and Silk blast Rachel to the upper back with forearms, dropping her to the ground where she is subjected to Mogui’s camel clutch and Silk’s hard roundhouse kicks to both sides of Rachel’s face.
Greyson: New Eden attacking Rachel as a result of her assault earlier tonight.
Sparkles: Silk and Mogui putting a beaten’ on our NHB Champion.
Earlier tonight it was Rachel who came to Ethan’s aid against these two New Eden members, and now Ethan returns the favor. He rolls to the outside of the ring and begins to throw blows into the faces of Silk and Mogui, knocking the pair back. They are caught completely off guard by the man who’s ribs they shattered back at the End of the Year Special. Ethan now grabs Mogui and Silk by the back of their heads and rams their faces together. Their skulls collide and their bodies go spiraling back. Ethan then turns to Rachel, who comes rushing at her lover, who throws her over into a back drop. Rachel flips through the air before ultimately crashing into Mogui and Silk, taking all of their bodies down to the mats.
Greyson: OOOOH WOW! Some crazy offense just displayed by Ethan and Rachel.
Sparkles: Ain’t they cute when they’re beatin’ the shit outta people together?
Greyson: I suppose so, Sparkles, I suppose so.
The fans are really into said beatdown. Ethan rises to his feet, feeding off this emotion. Meanwhile his opponent is feeding off of her anger, which she verbalizes to referee Mayfield. She kneels on the canvas, grabs the official by the jersey and shouts at him. Meanwhile, behind the official’s back the fight between FILTH and New Eden continues. Rachel has Silk seated with her back to the barricade, subjecting Silk’s chest to repeated stomps. Ethan has Mogui in a side headlock and is repeatedly punching him across the forehead. These shots only end when a set of hands take hold of Ethan’s shoulder, spinning him around and right into a boot to the gut. A piercing cry comes from the crowd at the sight of Scott Cannon pulling Ethan into a front chancery then heaving him up into the jackhammer right on top of the steel rampway.
Greyson: SCOTT WITH THE HOUSE RULES!
Sparkles: On the RAMP!
Greyson: Why did he just do that to Ethan?
Sparkles: Two words one name….Alana Starr.
Greyson: Scott’s tag team partner and Ethan’s former best friend.
The jackhammer has left Ethan splayed across the stage, his whole body racked with pain. Scott no sooner lays Ethan out before finding himself the victim of an assault at the hands of Rachel. She rushes in behind Scott and nails him with a double axehandle across the back of the head. Scott whips around and he and Rachel begin to exchange punches on their way to the backstage area. Rachel unintentionally leaves Ethan behind where he is subjected to the brutality of Tina. She rolls under the ropes, snatches Ethan by the hair, leads him up to his feet and throws his crippled body into the ring.
Tina then slides in and realizes that Scott has already done the damage, meaning he’s prime for the pickings. She crawls into the lateral press.
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And that lateral press achieves NOTHING…Ethan kicks out.
Greyson: Holy smokes, even after the House Rules on the ramp, Ethan manages to kick out.
Sparkles: What does one have to do to put this FILTHY animal down?
Even the crippling blow on the ramp fails to finish Ethan off and exacerbates Tina’s anger to a point where she is literally on the cusp of blowing her top like Mount Vesuvius. In agitation she grabs Ethan by the bangs of his hair, forces him up to his feet and locks in a front chancery. She then goes rushing at the nearest turnbuckle, steps up it to deliver the tornado DDT. But the moment Tina pushes herself off the top rope, Ethan counters by swinging his body around so that he transitions Tina out of the front chancery and into a fireman’s carry.
Ethan steps to the center of the ring and prepares to deliver the death valley driver, but Tina slips off Ethan’s shoulders, slips down Ethan’s back and catches Ethan’s hips. She pulls Ethan over into the sunset flip. She then transitions that pin into a school boy, grabbing hold of Ethan’s waistband in the process. When the referee drops down into position to make the count Tina throws her feet out, placing them over the bottom rope.
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It took every trick in Tina’s disposal to pull it off, but she manages to secure a huge pinfall victory over the seemingly unstoppable Ethan.
Greyson: Oh GOD!
Sparkles: In the words of Taylor Chase, ‘she did it.’
The fans are not taking to Tina’s victory like they would be the World Champion’s. Their voices carry a note of anger at the sight of Tina sitting up basking in the allure of her win. She doesn’t get much of a chance to celebrate before Ethan comes crawling towards her, looking for revenge. Tina rolls out of the ring though, falls to her feet on the outside mats and throws arms up high in a winner’s pose. She then turns to the ring, or more accurately to Ethan, rubbing at her eyes as in to imply that Ethan should be drying his weepy eyes.
Greyson: This is a statement making victory for Tina tonight.
Sparkles: But Ethan isn’t going to accept this defeat, and he’s going to be after those responsible.
Ethan kneels in the ring, trembling mad and trembling in pain. All the while Tina is backing up the ramp, really hamming up her win.
BACKSTAGE
Mere seconds after witnessing the insanity in the ring, cameras cut to further insanity backstage. Mason Van Stanton is still holding his crotch, and this time it’s not even Saturday night, and there’s no presence of lube or scented candles. Mason holds his groin not for pleasure, but due to a great amount of pain. He finds himself limping along through the backstage area still suffering from the crotch shot delivered by co-number one contender to the Queen of the Ring Title, Marina Valdivia.
Selena: Ahem.
It’s not Marina that Mason presently needs to worry about though. Within seconds he finds his throat grabbed and his body tossed back first into a wall, all at the hands of the Snow Queen, Selena Frost. She takes him by the collar of his jacket and holds him in place.
Selena: Well hello there, Mason.
Greets another of the women who have been subjected far too long to Mason and his disgusting comments.
Selena: Did you think I would forget what you and your client did to me on NewAge?
States the co-number one contender to the Queen of the Ring Championship.
Mason: Well you know what they say…(Mason looks Selena up and down)…ELEPHANTS never forget.
Selena: How charming.
Mason: Is there a reason, besides getting close to my sexy body, that you would want to put your hands on me right now?
Selena: Don’t flatter yourself. There’s only one reason, non-sexual, that you’re feeling my icy touch. I want you to listen to every word I have to say so you can relay my message to your client. She attacked me on NewAge, and soon, very-very-very soon, I’ll have my retribution in the form of a nice bitter-cold Frost Bite.
Mason: Pfft, yeah-yeah-yeah, is that all you want me to tell her you FAKE Queen.
The Snow Queen smiles.
Selena: Did I forget to punctuate my message? Let me correct my grammar.
A knee launches right into Mason’s already swollen testicles.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
Orlando Cruze: So what, you get off on defying my orders now?
A very bold Orlando Cruze stands directly in front of the Slay Revolution. All four very dangerous ladies stand shoulder to shoulder in the guerilla position, staring the IWC President down. Mary-Allison Chainz, Prii Foote, Victoria Salinas and especially a sweaty exhausted Tina Valentine smile with indifference to Orlando’s anger.
Orlando: I said that Ethan Von Aaron would be facing Aiken Frost tonight….
Tina: Yeah, well I wasn’t cool with that shit. You didn’t consult me first. I was promised main events….
Orlando: What makes you think I wasn’t going to give you a replacement match, one just as big as the main event.
Tina: Because I, and all the ladies here (gestures to her Slay Revolution teammates) have never been your focus. Your nose is so far up your wife’s ass that your eyes are clotted with shit, meaning you can’t see REAL talent. (Again Tina gestures to her teammates and this time HERSELF) We all know ya would have just stuck me in some jobber squash against Leviticus or Mr. Ridiculous. Ya would have trivialized my mad skillz son, and I ain’t about to have none of that no more.
Orlando: Are you done?
Orlando asks after consulting his watch.
Tina: Naaaah, the Slay Revolution is jus gettin’ started.
Orlando: Well prepare to take a hit to your pocket book then. Based on what you and your friends have done tonight, I’m fining each of you five thousand dollars a piece.
Victoria: WHAT!?!
Chainz: That’s total BS and you know it.
Orlando: Actually, make it ten thousand. And if I so much as see any of you put your hands on another member of the roster tonight, I’ll make it fifteen thousand.
Chainz: Are you crazy? You think I’m just gonna let Lasiewicz walk after what she did to me and the rest of the Slay Revolution?
Orlando: You had better, because if you DO go after Lasiewicz, or anyone else, I’ll make sure you can only afford to live on Ramen Noodles for the rest of your IWC tenure.
Orlando gets right up in Tina’s face.
Orlando: Belee dat!
Again the President consults his watch.
Orlando: Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a meeting to get to.
After putting his foot DOWN, Orlando uses those feet to carry him away from the angered foursome. Prii tries to calm her associates down.
Prii: Relax. We won’t let Orlando get away with this, and we won’t let Lasiewicz off easy either.
Wilde: Who does Orlando think he is?
Just when Prii was successfully taming the emotions of her friends, Jessica Wilde and Executioner show up to stir the hornet’s nest.
Wilde: How dare that bald baboon mistreat you four charitable souls. Has he no shame?
Chainz: You, we need to talk.
Chainz pulls Wilde aside.
Chainz: Listen, I did you a favor earlier tonight by taking that Extraordinary Title from you…
Wilde: Where IS that cursed belt?
Her eyes are scanning Chainz’s waist, noticing the title belt is not wrapped around it.
Chainz: Not important.
Chainz withholds the fact that the belt was taken when Shilo Valiant played with the house lighting earlier tonight, snuck in under the shroud of darkness, and snatched the gold right out of her hands.
Chainz: You owe me, you owe me BIG, and you told me you were willing to do whatever I asked to repay the favor.
Wilde: Absolutely.
Chainz: Now’s your chance. Since Orlando is going to fine us if we get physical with anyone, the Slay Revolution is choosing YOU to deal with someone who got psychical with US.
AMANDA BLAYZE VS. LILITH EVANS VS. JULIA NOEL
Greyson: Next up we have a Triple Threat match between three individuals who all believe themselves to be Queens
Sparkles: You mean like those guys that dress up as women?
Greyson: NO…Queen of the Ring, keep up
Sparkles: I’m just wondering which one of the three has the biggest cup size…and if they like cheese. And if they can put cheese in those cups. Emm a bra stuffed with cheese….best idea ever.
Greyson: Can we just concentrate on the wrestling?
Sparkles: But it’s so hard when the boobies start jigging…and I’m not on about my penis you pervert.
Greyson: Who said anything about your penis?
Sparkles: You never stop talking about it.
Greyson: WHAT!?!
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.
Greyson: A lot of people are saying that Amanda is at a bit of a crossroads right now. A lot of folk thought she was nailed on for title glory, but she has found titles hard to come by.
Sparkles: Sensible comment alert!!!
Greyson: Go on
Sparkles: If she didn’t involve herself in feud after feud, then maybe she could focus
Greyson: That actually makes sense
Sparkles: Hey, I have hidden depths, you ask Katelyn Buehler. I’m telling you, that girl is a minx
Greyson: We really don’t need to know Sparkles. But your right, Amanda has been so embroiled in a feud with Silas World that is has cost her multiple title opportunities.
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 her pre-match stretches
Sparkles: Gotta love a stretching Blayze…
The opening of Intoxicated cues up as Lilith comes to the ring wearing her leather trench coat. She eventually hands it off to the official, who takes it to the outside of the ring.
Greyson: Another young lady who possibly believed she would be winning more in the way of Gold
Sparkles: True story…sorry Tay for the breach of copyright
“Now hold on…just one second”
The crowd erupt in boos as Mason Von Stanton appears at the top of the ramp. He is presently wincing with each step he takes, having suffered multiple knees to his crotch throughout the night.
Mason: Thank you for the warmest of welcomes…it’s so nice to be appreciated
More boos
Sparkles: I don’t think they like him
Greyson: You think?
Mason: Much as I would love my client Julia Noel to come down there and show what being a true woman is all about…and give Sparkles exactly what he wants…
Sparkles: I do want Julia Noel…he isn’t lying
Mason: But I’m afraid that for me to allow such, would mean me devaluing my client, as it is obvious to all in attendance that she is the new ruler of the IWC. I see nothing to be gained from her facing the two peasants currently in the ring. They do not measure up to my client.
Boos ring around the arena, Mason pulling a face of shock
Mason: However, because I am the IWC’s number one agent, and because Queen Julia is a just Queen, tonight my client will preside over the the pair of you competing, and she will decide which of you earn the right to face her one on one
Greyson: Mason changing the match around, and it seems to me that Julia Noel is possibly a little scared
Mason: Boys…bring it out please
All eyes turn to the stage, as four men bring out a huge Golden Throne, which is set up on the stage. Once the throne is in place, Mason nods his approval, before lifting the mic to his lips
Mason: Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, and children of all ages…
Greyson: Where have I heard that before?
Mason: She is the most beautiful, talented lady on the IWC roster. She is the one woman who can turn the IWC on its head and give you a company to be proud of. She has the most perfect figure in professional sports, she is kind hearted, warm and loving, and she is here now for each and everyone of you. Please, be upstanding, for YOUR Queen and mine, the one, the only….Julia Nooooooooelllllllll,
Julia steps out onto the stage with her arms by her side, as Amanda and Lilith shakes their heads at the pomp and circumstance. Julia nods in Mason’s direction and he motions her in the direction of the throne, one which she takes a seat, crossing her legs and smiling out at the crowd
Greyson: She looks confident, but she is going nowhere near the ring
Sparkles: Would you? I’d say Lilith and Amanda just want to tear a strip of her right now
Mason: Referee…why don’t you go ahead and ring that bell.
The referee shrugs his shoulders, calling for the bell, Amanda and Lilith for the moment taking their eyes off Julia, and concentrating on each other. The bell rings, and the pair circle for a second before hooking up in the centre of the ring.
Greyson: This could be a classic match, both ladies need this victory
As if on cue, Blayze uses her power to force Lilith back to the corner, the referee quickly moving into to separate them. Lilith could take advantage but she doesn’t and instead backs away, Blayze nodding her head and smiling. The two go to hook up again, but this time Lilith lands with a right hand, Blayze surprised by the shot and then rocked by another, and another as Lilith starts to get more and more confident. Blayze tries to retaliate with a shot of her own, but Lilith ducks the shot and takes Amanda down to the mat, hooking her into an headlock. Amanda tries to get to her feet, but Lilith increases the pressure and keep her down on the mat, the referee checking to see if its a choke. Amanda then gets up onto one knee, and lands an elbow into the stomach of Lilith, and then another releasing the hold. Amanda then bounces off the ropes, but Lilith is ready, scooping her up and dropping her into the mat
Sparkles: Good stuff from Lilith, she’s been eating her cheese.
Lilith lifts Amanda up, and pushes her back into the corner, climbing the turnbuckle and standing over her on the top rope, before beginning to land right hands, the crowd counting along. As she gets to 6 however, Blayze powers out of the corner, dropping Lilith with an Atomic Block. Lilith looks surprised for a moment, Blayze running in with a Clothesline attempt. Evans has scouted it however and hooks the arm, dragging Blayze down and to the mat with an Arm Lock.
Greyson: Good move from Lilith right there, and she is outwrestling Blayze at the moment, some might say surprisingly.
Sparkles: Some might, I wouldn’t…Lilith has threatened to put in a performance like this for a while.
Lilith torques the arm some more, twisting it and applying more pressure. Blayze tries to get to her feet and gets to the ropes, spinning around and sending Lilith to the outside.
Greyson: Good move from Amanda, and now she gets chance to have a moment
But she doesn’t because Lilith is back in the ring quickly, and lands another hard right, kicking Blayze in the stomach and doubling her over. As she leaps in the air however and goes for the Famesasser, Blayze moves out the way, Lilith hitting nothing but mat. Blayze backs off, and bounces off the ropes, Lilith getting to her feet and ducking underneath a Lariat. She isn’t lucky a second time however, as Amanda almost cuts her in half with a Spear.
Greyson: And just like that…the power of Amanda Blayze brings her back into this match
Amanda gets to her feet, shaking the cobwebs from her head whilst pointing up towards Julia Noel who merely scoffs in her direction. Amanda picks Lilith up to her feet and then lands a right, and then a left, Lilith looking unsteady on her feet. She scoops her up and drills her into the mat with an Inverted Scoop Powerslam, almost snapping her spine with the impact. Amanda points up the ramp again, and then hooks the leg
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Lilith kicks out, and slides out the ring, Blayze smirking and following her out as the referee counts. Lilith is immediately caught by Blayze and is spun around. Lilith pushes her back but is then met by a right hand. Lilith staggers as Amanda runs in, but Lilith is too quick and takes her down with a toe hold, Blayze’s neck crashing into the barricade
Sparkles: Ooh, what a shot
Greyson: And she is struggling for breath right now
Up on the throne Julia is laughing, shaking her head, disrespecting the two competitors
Lilith slides back into the ring and then out again to break the count, she then grabs Blayze and throws her back into the ring. Once back in she picks Blayze up and throws her into the corner, running in and driving her shoulder into Amanda’s chest. Amanda falls onto her backside, allowing Lilith to stomp the living daylights out of her opponent, before pausing and this time Lilith pointing up towards Julia Noel. She then lifts Amanda to her feet, and lifts her foot into her throat, choking her in the corner. Lilith then backs away as the referee’s count hits four, lifting her arms in the air, and then once again mocking Julia. She then lifts Amanda onto the top turnbuckle, climbing up in front of her, and throwing her arm over her shoulder. She then stands Amanda up…taking a moment before falling backwards, hitting a SuperPlex in the centre of the ring
Greyson: What a shot from Lilith, she is surpassing all expectations here Sparkles
Sparkles: Damn right she is…I swear I saw a nip slip right there.
Lilith regains her composure and hooks the leg, imploring the referee to count
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Lilith holds her arms aloft, but for no reason as the referee calls it a two count. Lilith looks at him frustrated and immediately drops down again
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Kick out again by Amanda, Lilith remonstrating with the referee
Greyson: This has been one heck of a match, both of these competitors putting it out there.
Lilith picks Amanda to her feet and lands a brutal Head Butt, which staggers Amanda back into the ropes. As she bounces back Lilith kicks her in the stomach with a Sidekick, before then drilling her with her patented Cradle DDT
Greyson: Sinfull…in the middle of the ring…Referee is counting
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No, NO, NO, Lilith pulls at her air in frustration as somehow Blayze kicks out again
Sparkles: What a showing…and I’m not on about that nip slip
Lilith walks over to Amanda, who pulls her down with her hair and into the small package
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Lilith kicks out and is up on her feet, Amanda doing the same, but is whipped into the ropes. Lilith goes for the Thrust Kick, but Amanda puts the brakes on, Lilith hitting nothing but fresh air. Amanda goes for a kick, but Lilith scouts it, grabbing the foot. But Amanda quick as a flash goes for her Dragon Tail Kick, the Spinning Heel Kick connecting perfectly on Lilith’s chin, sending her to the mat. Amanda almost falls into a pin
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No, Lilith Evans kicks out to everyone’s surprise, none more so than Amanda Blayze. Even Julia on the stage looks shocked that this match is still on going. Amanda pulls herself up using the ropes, looking over at Lilith who is almost out cold, her back to the mat.
Greyson: Both these competitors dead on their feet…the next mistake will surely clinch this.
Amanda walks in and grabs Lilith by her hair, dragging her to her feet. With a right hand and then a left, Lilith is dazed and confused, and is unable to counter the Spinning Spine Buster, which leaves Lilith in a heap. Amanda then climbs to the top of the turnbuckle, lifting her arms aloft, staring a hole in Julia Noel who smirks at her adversary
Greyson: Do it Amanda…you are wasting time.
Amanda turns back to Lilith, and leaps from the top with a Frog Splash, but she has taken too long, and Lilith lifts her legs, Amanda hitting nothing but Lilith’s knees
Sparkles: From nowhere, Lilith has nailed Blayze…pin her Lilith
Lilith is unable to move…Blayze is out cold, and it seems that only the adrenaline from the crowd enables Lilith to lift her arm and place it across the chest of Amanda. The referee drops down into the count, the fans counting with him
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Lilith rolls onto her back, wondering how the hell she managed it. But the referee has other ideas, and thrusts two fingers in her face, Amanda having just kicked out.
Lilith grimaces and rises to her feet, dragging Amanda along and into another cradle. She lifts Amanda up into the air and begins to set up for the Sinful, that same Cradle DDT she hit a few moments ago. But the second that Lilith wraps Blayze’s legs around Lilith’s waist, Blayze suddenly applies a front chancery. The crowd screams as they realize that Blayze has just locked in a modification of her classic Huntress Trap.
Greyson: Oh wow, Blayze has got her hold locked in. Lilith never saw that one coming.
Lilith struggles to free herself from this predicament, fighting through this front chancery, body vice combination. She slowly works her way under Blayze’s thighs, forcing them away from her gut and forcing them upwards. Amanda ends up seated on Lilith’s shoulders, Lilith charging forward to powerbomb her. Just then Amanda slides down over Lilith’s shoulders and down her back, wrapping legs around Lilith’s waist then delivering the Blayze of Glory. The sunset flip driver connects, planting Lilith directly on the back of her neck.
Greyson: Blayze of Glory OUTTA NOWHERE!
Sparkles: Vintage Amanda Blayze.
Greyson: Oh no, don’t you Cole us.
The fans are particularly expressive of their joy as Blayze sits up after hitting her sunset flip driver, placing her shoulders to the back of Lilith’s thighs and folding her into the pin.
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The entire Manhattan Center rocks with applause.
Greyson: Blayze just manages to pull this one out of her back pocket.
Sparkles: Sparkles would love to live in Amanda’s back pocket, I could probably fit.
Amanda rolls away from Lilith, getting to her knees and looking quite exhausted. She is about to embrace this victory but instead her eyes embrace the face watching her from the ringside area. Amanda’s face twists into an expression of sheer confusion as she sees New Eden’s Jed Wayne standing in the front row, leaning over the barricade and watching Amanda very closely.
Sparkles: Erm why is the demonic Santa Clause looking at Amanda?
Greyson: Well, we did see Mika Kozlov and Scott Cannon approach Amanda in recent weeks about some kind of plan, maybe Jed, of New Eden, being here at ringside plays into that in some way.
Amanda doesn’t care how this plays into anything, she just rolls out of the ring and walks away from those menacing black eyes of Jed watching her as she walks away.
Once Amanda has vacated the ringside area Queen Julia Noel finally ascends from her throne and makes her way towards thering. Mason Van Stanton is following right behind her with microphone in hand.
Mason: Alright Lilith….
An exhausted Lilith rolls to her side and looks towards the inbound Julia and Mason.
Mason: You have proven yourself worthy of a match against you’re new ruler. So you have two options at the moment…
Mason makes those options apparent when he climbs to the apron and Queen Julia enters the ring, standing over a seated Lilith.
Mason: You either bow down to the Queen or you will be beheaded by her. Your choice.
An exhausted Lilith makes her choice, rising to a knee. Just when it looks like she’s about to bow down to the Queen, Lilith instead springs up and lays the Queen out. A European Uppercut drills Julia to the jaw, sending her staggering back. Julia ricochets off the ropes and into a diving basement dropkick to Lilith’s knee, knocking her feet out from under her. Lilith collapses to her stomach and Julia rises to a knee, looking offended by this dishonor she has just been shown. Referee Ficklebottom calls for the bell to commence another match between Julia and Lilith.
Greyson: This is patently ridiculous. All of a sudden Julia Noel…
Sparkles: That’s Queen Julia Noel….
Greyson: Whatever. NOW Julia wants to get involved in the action, conveniently after Amanda Blayze and Lilith Evans just tore each other to pieces.
Sparkles: But Lilith ain’t having none of it.
Greyson: No she isn’t. This is just sad. Queen Julia taking advantage of a weakened and battered Lilith, who is competing mere moments after taking the Blayze of Glory.
Lilith tries to stand back up and stand in defiance of Queen Julia. She gets to her feet only to be taken from them when Julia nails her across the brow with a spinning heel kick. The shot knocks an already exasperated Lilith back down to the canvas. She clutches at her jaw and tries to get back to her feet only to have Julia rush in at her side and leap into a knee strike. But Lilith swings out of the way of her blow. She gets behind Julia, wraps arms around her waist and then falls back, rolling her over into a pin. Lilith ends up sitting on the back of Julia’s thighs, folding her up into a pin.
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A shocked Julia kicks out and Lilith further surprises the Queen by spinning around, instantly taking Julia by the arms, standing her up then spiraling her around into the backslide.
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A horrified Mason lunges to the apron when it becomes apparent that his Queen is about to taste defeat. But Julia kicks out, falling over to her knees and avoiding the pinfall. Lilith quickly takes Julia around the neck though and pulls her down from her knees into an inside cradle.
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Julia kicks out in defiance, sitting up on the canvas. Lilith rolls in behind her, hooks both of her arms and drags her down into the crucifix pin.
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Amazingly Julia gets her shoulder up again.
Greyson: Lilith coming with an eyelash of pinning Julia…
Sparkles: Queen Julia…
Greyson: Ugh, fine, QUEEN Julia…
Sparkles: Yaaay!
Greyson: Anyways, Lilith very close to pinning Jul….QUEEN Julia several times in this bout.
Lilith refuses to taste defeat again and instead wishes to suckle at the sweet nectar of victory. She rolls away from Julia and back to her feet before taking off into the ropes. Lilith goes airborne, jumping to the middle rope and preparing to back flip towards Julia, who is presently kneeling on the canvas distracting the referee with her shouts. This distraction pays off when Mason leaps to the apron, grabs Lilith by the bangs and pulls her down off the middle cable so that her throat hits the top rope. Lilith’s head bounces back and goes spiraling right into the Julia in Excelsis Deo. The code breaker connects on Lilith’s face and sends her spiraling down to the canvas. Julia then crawls into the cover, hooking Lilith’s legs.
Greyson: Dammit, Lilith Evans already just wrestled one match, and if that didn’t give Queen Julia enough of an advantage, her agent, that despicable Mason Van Stanton just got involved.
Sparkles: And it set up for his Queen’s finishing move.
Under duress the official finally falls to the canvas and makes the count.
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To unanimous outrage Queen Julia lays to waste Lilith, who gave it her all in this match, but at the end of the day was just too winded by the bout that proceeded it. Julia rises to her feet and does a regal bow to the dejected fans. All the while Mason is climbing up to the apron with microphone in hand and his braggadocios tone infecting the PA system.
Mason: Do you low-life serfs see now? Victories like the one just achieved by my client are why you should all be bowed in worship to her. If you do not show her the honor and the respect her majesty deserves then you will be swiftly executed just like Lilith Evans was to….
Just then “Superstar” belts through the PA system, replacing Mason’s insidious comments. But Marina Valdivia, California’s All-Star, will do a lot more than simply cut off Mason’s comments. She’s about to cut both he and Queen Julia down physically. She rushes right down the ramp slides in and immediately goes after Julia. Unfortunately Marina couldn’t get to her feet fast enough and Julia takes advantage, jumping on top of Marina and pummeling the All-Star with clubbing blows.
Greyson: Valdivia rushing the ring, looking for some retaliation after what Queen Julia did to her and Selena Frost on NewAge.
Sparkles: She made her debut by laying out both number one contenders for the Queen of the Ring Championship.
Queen Julia continues to decimate Marina with the blows and would go on doing so if it weren’t for Marina’s stubbornness. She rises to her feet and wedges a shoulder to Julia’s ribs, powering her backwards into a turnbuckle. Marina then begins to slug away at Queen Julia’s ribs before backing off and getting a running start behind a yakuza kick. The blow connects across Queen Julia’s jaw, but somehow she remains standing. Marina then takes off to the center of the ring to build more power behind her next kick. She begins to rush at Queen Julia only to find her progress impeded when Mason lunges across the ring and protects his client by preventing Marina’s boot from hitting Julia’s face. He wraps his arms around Marina’s ankle, impeding her progress. Marina turns and clubs repeatedly at Mason’s back, preventing her from seeing Julia’s superkick. It lands right across Marina’s temple, sending her tumbling down to the canvas.
Greyson: Mason Van Stanton interfering AGAIN…..can this man possibly be a bigger annoyance?
That annoyance is about to be dealt with when…
YOU BETTER BELIEVE
These lyrics are playing through the PA system and Selena Frost is rushing down the ramp to her entrance music.
Greyson: Here comes the Snow Queen, Selena Frost was also laid out by Queen Julia Noel on the last NewAge.
And Selena looks to get revenge for that. She slides into the ring and goes straight after Julia, who looks to cut off the Snow Queen via a basement dropkick. It misses Selena’s knee because Selena cartwheels right past Julia’s inbound boots. Selena lands on her feet then leaves them to connect with a dropkick on Julia’s chest, knocking her back into the ropes. Selena is about to follow up with her attack only to have Mason lunge across the ring and grab hold of her ankle, holding on tight.
Greyson: Dammit, Mason is getting involved AGAIN!
And once more Mason’s interference leads to a distracted Selena which leads to a second superkick from Julia. The blow nails Selena across the cheek, knocking her to the canvas.
Sparkles: And Queen Julia capitalizes.
The fans are spitting out insults while Selena might be spitting out teeth. Queen Julia now stands in the center of the ring while her agent crawls up beside her, bowing repeatedly at her feet. When Julia’s victims, Marina and Selena recover, they will not bow.
The pair are still lying on the canvas cradling their faces in their palms and swearing revenge beneath their breaths.
Sparkles: What dominance displayed by Queen Julia Noel.
Greyson: Oh how she’s going to pay for this Sparkles, oh how she is going to pay.
BACKSTAGE
Cameras revert to the backstage area and to another woman who has the recognition of calling herself Queen. The Queen of the Ring Champion, Jessica Lasiewicz, is making her way down a corridor with an expression that reads disgruntled. She is not in a mood for anything more than revenge, revenge against the entire Slay Revolution. Presently her stride takes her right past Mya Denton and Chris Davids, the two Pain & Pleasure members in the midst of a conversation before they spot Lasiewicz.
Mya: How are we going to convince Danny that teaming up with Mordecai tonight is not..well…very smart.
Chris: You just let me talk to Danny, and I think after he’s listened to me, we can get this all straightened out….Oh hey Champ.
Chris and Mya turn around in order to fully address the Queen of the Ring Champion who was content with not stopping for idle banter.
Lasiewicz: What?
Chris: Just saying hi is all.
Lasiewicz: Not in the mood.
Mya: Yeah, you’re definitely giving that fuck off vibe.
Lasiewicz: Sorry to be short with either of you, but can you blame me? New Eden abducts me last week and then when I had a chance to get revenge on the Slay Revolution….
Wilde: Revenge?
Jessica Wilde comes into view, stepping right towards Lasiewicz and right up into her face. All the while of can of spray-paint is being shaked to Wilde’s side.
Wilde: The Slay Revolution are the ones who deserve revenge, but thanks to Orlando Cruze they can’t get their hands on you tonight.
Lasiewicz: Aw, what a pity.
Mya: Serves them right.
Wilde: You shut your mouth!
Wilde turns to Mya and gives her a hard shove right back into Chris, the two falling into the wall. Wilde then quickly sprays an ‘S’ across Mya’s chest.
Wilde: I’m not letting what you did to me last week go without punishment, Slut.
Lasiewicz: What’s your problem?
Lasiewicz grabs Wilde by the shirt and spins her around.
Wilde: My problem is the Slay Revolution’s problem, and if they can’t deal with you tonight, I will.
Wilde reaches out and rakes Lasiewicz’s eyes, temporarily blinding her.
Wilde: You’re going to come to the ring and answer for what you did to the Slay Revolution.
With this warning made clear, Wilde makes her way down the corridor, leaving Lasiewicz doubled over and palming her eyes in pain.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
A very confused….no totally mind-fucked…Amanda Blayze is in her locker-room at the moment packing up her personal gear and looking to hit the road. She appears almost haunted by the presence of Jed Wayne at ringside earlier during her match. It’s almost like she can still feel the dark eyes of that giant watching her as she gets her gear together to vacate the arena. Once she has all of her belongings together and stuffed in her gym bag, she tosses it over her shoulder and prepares to vacate her dressing room. She takes a few steps before finding her progress halted by the physical obstruction that is the ever so vivacious Susie Moore.
Susie: Holy shit-kittens, Amanda, just saw the ubber-weirdness down there in the ring, are you copasetic?
Blayze: What are you talking about?
Susie: I’m talking about how that inky eyed Grizzly Adams cosplayer showed up at ringside and watched your match. Aren’t you freaked?
Blayze: Well to be honest with you, I’d rather have Jed Wayne standing ringside than Silas World interjecting themselves in my matches. I’m actually shocked that Mrs. Budde, or Sienna (Swann) or Silas himself didn’t get physically involved and try to screw me out of another victory, considering they’ve shafted me every chance they get.
Susie: But what about Jed? Why was he there? What business did he have being front row?
Blayze: I’m sure in the twisted minds of New Eden, it made perfect sense for Jed to be out there, but for you and I, I guess we’ll just have to go on scratching our heads.
Susie: From lice?
Blayze: Ummm, no, from confusion.
Susie: Oh.
Blayze: I suppose Jed’s presence front row COULD have something to do with this plan New Eden and Scott Cannon have tried to get me invested in.
Susie: Why haven’t you invested in it?
Blayze: Ooooooh let’s see, could it be that Scott drugged me, or that New Eden are a bunch of psychopaths? Kind of makes it a little hard to trust them.
Susie: Fair enough.
Blayze: Now if we’re done here, I’m out. Getting out of the building while I can leave on a good note.
The dressing room couldn’t be escaped any quicker. Blayze makes her exit and Susie follows. Strangely enough the camera remains centered on the dressing room though, primarily on the shadows in the background. From this dense darkness emerges the towering physique of Jed Wayne, who steps out of the corner and reveals that he had been watching this whole scene unfold.
IN-RING
Wilde: Jessica Lasiewicz….I do believe that you and I should have a chat.
Pure venom is spat by the fans at Jessica Wilde as she makes her way through the curtains and down the ramp, microphone in her clutches. The woman who just hit Lasiewicz in the eyes and then marked Mya Denton, heads for the squared circle determined to fulfill the vow that she made to the Slay Revolution. Wilde starts up the stairs and slips through the ropes into the ring. All the while she is removing the can of spray from her back pocket and shaking up the contents inside.
Wilde: Earlier tonight you crossed the wrong people. You angered the Slay Revolution, and seeing as Orlando Cruze has levied heavy fines against them for getting ‘physical’ with the talent and standing up for their personal beliefs, they have selected me, a non-member of their group, to get revenge on their behalf. So now that all that exposition is out of the way, why don’t you come out here Mrs. Queen of the Ring so that I can brand you with my scarlet letter.
Mya: IIIIII don’t thiiiiiiiink sooooo.
The crowd lunges right out of their seats at the sight of Mya Denton and Chris Davids making their way to the stage. The Pain & Pleasure members stand side by side, glaring down the ramp at a confused Wilde. She looks perplexed as to why this pair is disrupting her plans. However, things become clearer to Wilde when she spots the ‘S’ that she spray-painted on Mya’s chest backstage. Clearly Mya has not taken kindly to be branded as a ‘slut.’
Mya: Lasiewicz isn’t a stupid girl, she wouldn’t be the Queen of the Ring Champion if she were. So she’s not stepping into whatever ambush you had planned. Besides, you’re problem isn’t Lasiewicz, your problem is Mya Denton.
The crowd is electrified by this announcement.
Mya: You branded me backstage, and you’ve made the life of my good friend, Katelyn Buehler, a living hell. That’s why I helped her set you up on NewAge to take that plunge off the stage.
Wilde’s face is suddenly consumed with such rage.
Mya: Oh honey, that nasty little fall you took on NewAge, isn’t your problem either. Because that’s gonna feel like a love tap compared to what I’ll do to you….
Mya starts down the ramp and Chris is following right behind her with a huge grin on his face.
Wilde: Whoa, hold on just a second Mya…
She doesn’t know why, but Mya pauses and actually listens.
Wilde: You were right about one thing in all your slutty ramble. Lasiewicz was going to be walking into an ambush….
The seven foot Executioner and Wilde’s protector, rushes down the ramp and drives his forearm into Mya’s upper back, knocking her down to the ramp. Chris suddenly goes after Executioner, spinning the giant around and throwing right hands across his masked skull. The giant is stumbled back and towards the ring. Chris is so preoccupied fighting with Executioner that he doesn’t spot his age old rival Wilde charging in behind him and cracking the back of his skull with a can of spray paint. Once Chris collapses to the ground at Wilde’s feet, she turns her focus back to Mya.
Wilde: EXECUTE HER!
Executioner hears Wilde’s orders loud and clear. He stomps towards Mya, grabs her by the bangs, leads her up onto his palms and gorilla presses her into the ring. Executioner then begins to climb up onto the apron only to be knocked from it when Mya gets back to her feet in the ring and connects with a dropkick to his huge chest. Executioner falls to his feet and stumbles away from the ring.
Mya picks up the microphone that Wilde dropped on the canvas, putting it to her own use.
Mya: Big mistake big man. You want to get nasty, let’s get nasty. Bring a referee out here.
The mic is thrown to the ground and Mya tosses caution to the wind. Executioner steps up onto the apron, accepting Mya’s challenge. Official Michelle Blacker slips into the ring and signals for the bell. A giddy Sparkles and Greyson comment on this unscheduled match from the announce table.
Greyson: Here we go again.
Sparkles: ANOTHER CHANGE TO THE FORMAT!
Greyson: Executioner versus Mya Denton. The issues between these two go back a long way when the Sinistry was trying to lure Mya into their group.
MYA DENTON VS. EXECUTIONER
The monster enters the ring and goes straight after Mya. The bell rings in the background to commence this highly physical affair. Mya then rushes right at the masked man, throwing punches into both sides of his ribs. The shots have little effect, but Executioner’s push does. He puts his palm on Mya’s forehead and gives her a hard shove, sending her rolling back across the ring. She then gets to her feet and finds Executioner charging at her with a clothesline. Mya manages to leap into the air though and deliver a blow that DOES have some effect. She hits a dropkick on Executioner’s bicep, causing the big man to turn his back on her.
Mya then wraps an arm around Executioner’s neck, charges at the ropes and leaps into the air, about to hit the springboard bulldog. But Executioner puts his hands to Mya’s back and pushes her up into the air, causing her to flip back and land on her feet behind her monstrous opponent. She then charges straight into his waiting palm, Executioner catching her around the throat.
Sparkles: This one is going to be over short, Lovejoy.
Greyson: A very hasty end to what has been a hastily put together match.
Executioner squeezes hold of Mya’s throat and tightly. He is about to deliver the chokeslam on Mya, all to the delight of Wilde. She can’t help herself, she climbs into the ring to get a closer view of Mya’s destruction at the hands of Wilde’s beast.
Wilde: Execute her! EXECUTE HER!!
Executioner heaves Mya into the air, holding her in place for the chokeslam that would put an emphatic end to the Pain & Pleasure member. Just when the dread hits new depths, the lights go out and the fans are hit with a tinge of excitement.
Greyson: Oooooh snap.
The only light is coming from the Cartel-tron, which flashes with the image of a snarling wolf’s face. That feral beast is replaced by the image of a letter.
”N”
The letter dissolves into the black backdrop and now a Jester mask is juxtaposed against the darkness. That mask fades away, another letter now taking prominence.
”E”
Back to the wolf’s gnarled features followed by a third letter.
”C”
Back to the bloodstained Jester mask set against the dark background, which is immediately followed by the flashing of a fourth letter.
”R”
The eyes of the wolf that are featured look more intense and actually glow red when they come into view for the final time. This image is gone in a flash, and now the final letter appears on the screen.
”O”
All five letters are put together interspersed between quick clips of the wolf’s face and the jester mask.
”N-E-C-R-O”
Finally after all these theatrics the lights come back on and a horrified Wilde is cowering in the corner. She looking everywhere for Shilo Valiant, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Why? Because in the cover of darkness he entered the ring and already fulfilled his task. Wilde doesn’t realize this until she looks down at her waist and sees that the Extraordinary Title belt is once again wrapped around it.
Wilde: NO….NOOOOO!
The belt that Wilde has tried her best to get rid of has once again found its way back to her waist.
Greyson: Shilo Valiant strikes again. He took that belt from Mary-Allison Chainz earlier tonight, and now he’s put it back around Jessica Wilde’s waist!
Everyone in the Manhattan Center is screaming their lungs out, truly enjoying the look of utter dread consuming Wilde’s face.
Wilde: No-no-no.
Referee Blacker is pleading with Wilde to leave the ring. Meanwhile, Executioner has dropped Mya to her feet and turns around to face the official’s back, looking over his shoulder to check on Wilde. But the moment Executioner turns around he receives the spear. Chris Davids recovers from the blow with the can of spray paint, rushes across the ring and drives his shoulder with all his strength right into the masked man’s ribs. Executioner is taken down with the Break Thru.
Greyson: Break Thru! Break Thru connecting on Executioner!
Chris rolls out of the ring while Mya is climbing to the highest point of it, reaching the top rope. She now takes to the air, hitting a twisting phoenix splash right onto Executioner. She remains strewn across his chest, going for the pin. All the while Wilde is rushing out of the ring and darting up the ramp, screaming at the sight of the Extraordinary Title still wrapped around her waist. She has no idea that the pin is happening in the ring.
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The crowd goes absolutely insane at the sight of Mya pinning the over 300 pound monster.
Greyson: Pain & Pleasure taking Executioner down.
Sparkles: All after Shilo showed up under the veil of darkness and left that Extraordinary Title around Wilde’s waist.
Chris re-enters the ring, helping Mya up and raising her arm in victory.
BACKSTAGE
A set of car keys jingle around in Amanda Blayze’s fingers, inserting into the door of her car. She pops the lock, throws her gym bag into the passenger seat and hops behind the wheel. After fastening her safety belt she starts up the car and prepares to make a quick exit from the Manhattan Center.
Mika: Been waiting on you Mishka.
Amanda’s eyes leap to her rearview mirror which reflects the image of Mika Kozlov lurking in the backseat of the car. Amanda spins around, locking eyes on the black orbs floating in Mika’s head.
Amanda: What the fu…how did you get in here?
Mika: I have my ways.
Just off to Mika’s right is a shattered car window, the glass dispersed on the seat beside the dangerous Russian sociopath.
Amanda: You’re paying for that.
Mika: Come now mishka, is it ME you wish to see pay, or is it Silas World?
Amanda’s expression transforms from one of confusion to one of rage.
Mika: We can help you get back at them for all they have done to you.
Finally Amanda takes the bait.
Amanda: How?
Mika: All you have to do is listen to Scott’s plan.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
Aaron Harrison: Things have been a little hairy between Lukas and I, mainly because of all this business with Mika.
Cameras capture Aaron Harrison, one half of the Blacklist collective, loitering beside the concessions table and surprisingly having a conversation with Evolution Champion Gavin Taylor. As Gavin listens to Aaron vent his frustrations Gavin sips at a cup of joe.
Gavin: Then why don’t you set this right?
Aaron: It’s not so easy trying to figure out what’s right, especially when you’ve spent the better part of your life just doing what felt good.
Gavin: I can tell you right now chief, the only way to set this right is….
Aaron: If you even suggest I lay so much as a finger on Mika then this conversation ends right now.
Gavin: Hey, you’re the one who came up to me and started ranting and raving. I was just standing here minding my own business and giving myself a caffeine headache.
Aaron: Fair enough.
Gavin: So if you come to me, you had better be ready to hear my advice. And I’m telling you right now, the only way to make things right with Lukas, is to take Mika out, regardless of rather she’s your ex fiancée or not.
Aaron: I just….I just….I just can’t.
Gavin: Then you can pretty much kiss your friendship with Lukas goodbye, because I don’t think your friend is going to stop until he’s destroyed Mika.
Aaron: I really wish you weren’t right. I need to talk to Lukas.
Gavin: Yeah, you do that.
As Aaron walks away Gavin finds himself approached by someone else with a need to purge their soul. That person being Tabitha Silverstone. She and Sebastian Knight draw nearer to Gavin, who is already sighing.
Gavin: Oh this should be good.
Tabitha: Gavin, we just want to talk…
Gavin: What do I look like, Dr. Phil? Why is everyone coming to me with their problems tonight?
Tabitha: This is your problem too.
Gavin: Okay-okay, get on with it then.
Tabitha: This business with you calling out Andre (Jordan). It needs to stop.
Gavin: Why’s that? Just because the two of you have given up on him doesn’t mean I have to.
Tabitha: We haven’t given up on Andre, we’re respecting his boundaries and giving him time to clear his head. You should be doing the same instead of going to the ring week after week pleading for him to return.
Gavin: You think I’m doing more harm than good, huh?
Tabitha: We think so, yes.
Knight: Shouldn’t your efforts be more focused on defending that?
Points to the Evolution Title hanging from Gavin’s palm.
Knight: You do have Kellen Jeffries to worry about at Last Stand.
Tabitha: And now that he’s got some kind of alliance going with La Onda, he’s a pretty viable threat to your title.
Gavin: That’s exactly why Andre needs to come back, and come back NOW. With Kellen and La Onda backing each other, their more dangerous than they’ve ever been, so we need Andre’s help in bringing them all down.
Tabitha: Just give Andre time and I’m sure….
Gavin: No, he’s had more than enough time to sort through his shit. I’ll get him to come back, and I know just the way to do it.
The Evolution Title in Gavin’s clutches is raised and slapped before the champion takes off towards the ring.
IN-RING
Suddenly “Whoa Is Me” starts to pump through the PA system. The fans are getting very hyped and for very justifiable reasons. The curtains open and the Evolution Champion makes his way through them. Gavin Taylor wears not only his title over his shoulder, but a smile upon his face. It’s clear that the wheels are turning and a plan is taking shape inside of his mind. Gavin does not head for the ring, instead he walks right around it to announce table where an excited Sparkles and Greyson are waiting for him.
Sparkles: OMG, OMG, Gavin’s headed our way. Quick, does my breath smell like hot ass?
Greyson: No Sparkles, it smells like month old cheese. I wonder what brings Gavin our way?
First Gavin drapes the Evolution Title across the announce table before reaching over to take hold of a microphone. No time is taken for pleasantries, instead Gavin just climbs up on top of the announce table, stands there and says precisely what’s on his mind.
Gavin: Andre Jordan, I know you’re not in the building tonight, so I’m not even going to bother getting in the ring and calling you out. But I also know you’re somewhere watching right now.
Gavin turns and looks down at one of the cameras filming him.
Gavin: Listen Dre, you never gave up on me, and I’m not giving up on you. We all face hardships from time to time, trials and tribulations. We all have to wade through a sea of shit now and again, but giving up and drowning in that shit, that’s not a very smart move, Dre. I would think better of you than to do that bro. I didn’t want to believe you could just throw in the towel man. That ain’t like you. You’ve said repeatedly that you were devoted to this place, that you were IWC through and through and that you would forever fight for this federation. So to hear that you walked away from it to reevaluate things, that’s a pretty tough pill to swallow.
A look of disgust consumes Gavin’s face as he shakes it.
Gavin: As much as I would like to give you time to sort through your problems, I’m afraid time is a luxury we don’t have. So here’s what I’m going to do, Dre, I’m going to give you some proper incentive to return to the IWC, to reinvigorate your love for this company.
The Evolution Title slips off of Gavin’s shoulder and into his palm, holding it up in front of the nearest camera.
Gavin: Several months ago you sacrificed your number one contendership for the Evolution Title to make things right between the two of us. Well it’s high time I returned that favor. If you come back to the IWC, I’ll give you a shot at the Evolution Championship.
Greyson: No way.
Gavin: At Last Stand, I’ll come to the ring and put this title on the line against you.
Sparkles: But-but-but-but that title means everything to Gavin.
Greyson: I can’t believe it, but it sounds like he’s willing to risk it in order to ensure the return of his tag team partner.
Sincerity is reflected in Gavin’s eyes, which remain honed in on the camera. The precious Evolution Title continues to dangle from his clutches.
Gavin: The IWC needs you, Dre, and deep down you know you need the IWC….
Kellen: Whoa-whoa-whoa….hold up a second.
The crowd is swept up into a fervor at the sight of the Man-God and current number one contender to the Evolution Title, Kellen Jeffries, making his way down the ramp. With mic raised to his lips Kellen unleashes his frustrations.
Kellen: You’re making a big mistake, bro. Because after our match at Last Stand, you won’t be in any position to make title challenges. That Evolution Title will belong to me.
Gavin continues to stand on the announce table and watch as Kellen slides into the ring, returning the stare.
Kellen: I won a triple threat match on NewAge to get my shot at that title, Gavin, and I ain’t sacrificing my opportunity so you could suck off Andre Jordan.
Gavin: Listen Kellen, you’ve already made a few mistakes since 2015 got started, like joining up with La Onda, don’t make crossing me ANOTHER mistake. Believe me, it would be a mistake you won’t recover from.
Kellen: What? You think you worry me? I’ve been through fire…..TWICE….You, you ain’t nothing compared to that.
Gavin: Do you really want to try and prove that?
Kellen: I got nothing to prove. But I’ll tell you what Mr. All-Star, if your so determined to turn Last Stand into your Andre suck-fest, how about we have our Evolution Title match right here and now. Then you’ll find out that I’m 100% man, 100% God, and 200% Man-God.
Gavin: If you want to a fight, you got it Kellen, but it sure isn’t going to be a match.
Before Gavin can even finish his sentence, he’s answering the threat Kellen poses. Kellen rolls out of the ring and goes straight after Gavin, who leaps off the announce table right into a Lou Thez Press. He comes down on top of Kellen and begins to blast him repeatedly across the jaw with punch after punch.
Greyson: These two aren’t waiting for their Evolution Title match at the pay-per-view.
Sparkles: The fight is on right now, Lovejoy.
Gavin stands up and unbuttons his shirt, eventually shedding his designer apparel and then turning it into a noose. He wraps it around Kellen’s neck and then launches him at the announce table. Kellen loses his balance and smashes into the announce table back first. He now sits up against it, feeling the wear and tear from this abuse. Boots are put to Kellen’s body, Gavin wearing down the number one contender for his championship.
More than just stomps are going to be delivered, Gavin approaching the steel steps.
Greyson: Uh-oh, what does Gavin have in mind here?
Sparkles: I think he’s pretty much out of his mind at this point.
The bottom section of the steel steps are now dragged into position, Gavin stepping up onto them and pulling Kellen along. He drags Kellen’s head under Gavin’s seat as the Evolution Champion prepares to deliver the Highlight of the Night on top of the stairs. Gavin just begins to heave him into the slam before his eyes suddenly catch a glimpse of El Cuhillo and Solomon of La Onda emerging from the crowd. The pair jumps over the barricade and land on the ringside mats a few feet away from Gavin.
Greyson: La Onda is here.
Sparkles; And their distracting our Evolution Champion.
Greyson: It looks like there is some kind of relationship between La Onda and Kellen Jeffries.
Gavin is all consumed with the sight of two of the men responsible for the abduction of his wife, Maddie, several months ago. Kellen takes instant advantage of Gavin’s preoccupation with La Ona, delivering a low blow square to the champion’s testicles. Gavin doubles over, grimacing in pain. Just then Kellen stands up, pulls Gavin’s stooped head under his seat and then heaves him up into a powerbomb right through the announce table.
Greyson: OH SHIT!
Sparkles: Gavin just put right through our announce table!
Greyson: Kellen has just destroyed him.
Kellen steps down off the bottom section of the steel stairs. The moment his feet hit the mats, El Cuhillo and Solomon approach him, the pair patting Kellen on his shoulders. He doesn’t even turn to acknowledge the pair, instead he just glares down at Gavin lying amongst the broken sections of announce table. Kellen then grabs the Evolution Title off the mats and steps over the fractured table, but more importantly over the fractured Gavin. The gold plate of the belt is inches removed from Gavin’s face, reflecting his injured expression.
Kellen: Fuck Andre. I’m the one you worry about, hear that? I’m TAKING this at Last Stand.
BACKSTAGE
It’s not often that you can describe Aaron Harrison as CONFLICTED. Customarily he’s not burdened with doubts, as per the norm for such a sociopathic soul, but tonight is a different story, all resulting from the events that have unfolded between himself, his tag partner Lukas Montgomery, and his former fiancée Mika Kozlov. The Blacklist’s breakdown seems to be stabbing Aaron’s soul. Finally his heavy eyes raise from the floor he was traversing and center on the figure who is exiting the office that he was drawing closer to. The door to Orlando Cruze’s office comes to a close behind the back of Lukas Montgomery. He emerges from the President’s chamber with a HUGE grin plastered across his face.
Aaron: Been looking for you…
Lukas’ smile is buried the moment he sees Aaron drawing closer.
Lukas: Have ya? Sorry I’ve been so hard to find.
Aaron: We really need to talk about NewAge.
Lukas: I already know what this is going to be about man, and you know what, I’m just going to stop you before you cut my head off.
Aaron: Lukas-Lukas relax. I’m not gonna kill you. Part of me understands WHY. Why you’re going after Mika, she’s put us both through hell these past couple of months since she joined New Eden….
Lukas: I’m glad to hear you say that man…
Aaron: I said I understand why, but I’m not saying that I condone it.
Lukas: Aaron….
Aaron: I won’t give up on Mika, I’ll NEVER give up on Mika….NEVER…So I’m not about to let you destroy her.
Lukas: Aaron please…
Aaron: And the fact that you went behind my back and you assaulted Mika on NewAge, that was like a dagger straight between my kidneys. What were….
Lukas: Aaron just listen.
Aaron: No, this NEEDS to end….
Lukas: Fine…
Aaron: Dammit Lukas I’m telling you to just end this….wait, what?
Lukas: It’s done. It’s finished.
Aaron: Seriously?
Lukas: Yeah man, this whole thing between Mika and I, it’s over.
Aaron: Well that was a lot easier than I thought it be.
Lukas: I just want you and I back on the same page.
Aaron: You mean, you and I and Mika.
After a long and dreadful sigh, Lukas tells Aaron what he wants to hear.
Lukas: Sure I do.
Aaron ignores the sigh, hearing what he wants to hear.
Aaron: That’s great man, you have no idea what a relief it is to hear that you and I are seeing eye to eye.
Lukas: Yep.
Aaron: What do you say we go ahead, hit the ring, and show that we are truly a united front by dominating our tag team match?
Lukas: Sounds like a solid plan man. Let’s do it…brother.
A hand slaps down on Aaron’s shoulder while Lukas’ other hand raises into the air, giving a thumbs up. All the words, and all the gestures will be nothing but window dressing until the Blacklist hits the ring and proves that there is some merit behind those words and behind those gestures. The two head for the ring where their tag team match is scheduled to take place coming up in just a few minutes against Danny Darko and Mordecai. The camera does not follow them, it remains behind, and it remains focused on the door that Lukas exited before running into Aaron. That door marked by the name of ‘Orlando Cruze.’
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
All the typical wheeling and dealing behind closed doors is being conducted by the IWC President, Orlando Cruze. He reclines in his chair and listens to the duo seated in chairs in front of his desk, as the pair makes a heck of a sales pitch that would be hard pressed to ignore. Sebastian Blake and Calista Cristos, the very same couple that has been seen over the past few months chatting it up with the Icon as it pertains to very important ‘business’ matters, once again have the President’s ear.
Blake: So Orlando, I took the papers to the lawyers, and they looked everything over, and…
The persuasive tongue of the Hollywood star Blake goes numb when the door opens to the dressing room and a gentleman enters holding two coffee cups.
Man: Hey Mr. Cruze, don’t know how you take it, but I got you some coffee.
Orlando: Thanks Drew.
The coffee cup slides across the table to Orlando while the other remains in “Drew’s” hand. He now steps into the corner of the room, casually leaning back against the wall.
Orlando: You and I need to talk….
Orlando was just about to say something to Drew before Blake produces a cough to get the focus back on himself.
Orlando: Oh, sorry Blake, what were you saying?
Blake: That I had some talks with my lawyers, they looked over the documents and everything is looking golden.
Orlando: Great.
Blake: So we only have a few more things to discuss and then we can push this forward…
Vanilla Skyy: ORLANDO!
The door again flies open and this time someone steps into Orlando’s office that is NOT carrying coffee. Instead Vanilla Skyy is carrying quite the grudge. She steps into the room followed closely by her agent Adam Chase.
Orlando: Mrs. Skyy, could you please….
Skyy: No….absolutely not.
Orlando: But I’m trying to conduct some business here…
Skyy: You’re only business involves the match you booked for my husband tonight.
Orlando: *Groans* I assume you’re not happy that Danny (Darko) and Mordecai are teaming up together in a few minutes?
Skyy: Listen to the base of my voice and tell me if I’m happy.
Orlando: Alright Skyy, let’s set the record straight here right from the get go. I did book your husband teaming with Mordecai against the Blacklist….
Skyy: What the FUCK were you thinking? Didn’t you see what Mordecai did to Danny on NewAge? How that monster stabbed Danny in the back?
Orlando: Let me finish. I only booked this match because your husband requested to team with Mordecai.
Skyy: *Groans herself* Tell me I didn’t just hear that.
Orlando: Yeah, he came in my office right after NewAge and all but demanded that he and Mordecai partner up.
Skyy: After Mordecai chokeslammed him?
Orlando: Yeah.
Skyy: I’m ashamed to admit this, but that sounds just like Danny.
Orlando: So maybe he’s the one you should be talking to about this tag match.
Skyy: Lord knows I’ve tried, Orlando. I’ve talked to him until I went blue, and he still won’t listen, he still thinks that there’s something more to Mordecai. Danny still wants to believe he can change him. So it’s up to you to put your foot down. You’ve GOT to call off this tag match, or what Mordecai does to Danny, will be on your head.
Orlando: Skyy, with all due respect, I don’t have to do anything, and unfortunately there’s nothing I CAN do at this point.
Skyy: Why, because your too busy trying to unload all your responsibilities of running the company on the shoulders of these naïve assholes?
Blake: Ouch.
Callista: Well that stung a little.
Skyy: Fine, fuck it, I’LL deal with this. One way or another, Mordecai is NOT teaming with my husband, even if you’re too lazy to do your job, and Danny is being too pig headed to see the mistake he’s making.
Skyy leaves the room but her agent lingers behind for a moment or two, overlooking Orlando, Blake and Cristos.
Chase: Shame on you….tisk-tisk.
Finally Chase follows his client and exit the office. Once Skyy and Chase are gone, Orlando is free to get back to business. But first he takes a sip of his coffee and TRIES not to regurgitate it.
Orlando: What the hell Drew? This thing is like 99% sugar.
Drew speaks up from the corner of the room AFTER sipping his own coffee and cringing.
Drew: That’s just how I like it.
Orlando: You’re a sick-sick man.
BLACKLIST VS. DANNY DARKO & MORDECAI
Greyson: It’s been one hell of a night so far, and it doesn’t show any signs of letting up any time soon. We have tag team action up next, where Mordecai will team up with Danny Darko, in one of the strangest relationships we have seen in a while, against the Blacklist, who have also had their disagreements of late over Mika Kozlov
Sparkles: After what Mordecai did last week, it wouldn’t surprise me if it was Darko who kicked his ass.
The sounds of a blizzard can be heard…..
the arena goes dark with only one white spotlight at the entrance way……
it begins to snow inside as the fans look up……
The drum beats begin to play…
Suddenly the screen comes on with a woman holding her hair and screaming, the screen changes to many vantage points….
As “U & UR Hand” by Pink blasts through the arena, Vanilla Skyy comes out from behind the curtain with Adam Chase stood by her side. She looks around the arena as she slowly walks to the ring….
She looks at the fans as she just keeps her focus on the ring. Vanilla jumps up to the apron and she does a back flip over the ropes and into the ring…
She stands in the middle of the ring, puts her hands together in a handgun motion and aims into the camera….
Greyson: Vanilla Skyy is not happy about this match and she has been telling anyone who will listen.
Sparkles: And it looks like she has something to say now as well
The noise level calms down enough for Vanilla to take a mic, and lift it to her lips
Greyson: You can feel the electricity here tonight…
Vanilla: I know you are all expecting a tag team match, whereby my husband will team against Mordecai against the Blacklist. But before I speak of that, I firstly would like to make a few announcements
Sparkles: Please let it be she’s going to get naked like Kennedy does
Greyson: Just calm yourself Sparkles…jesus
Vanilla: First of all, I know the rumor mill has been churning re the Last Stand Rumble match that will take place in a few weeks time. I’m confirming right here right now, that I will be in that match, and all you other bitches in there has better believe on thing…I will throw all your asses over that top rope, and I will be heading to the main event at Invictus, because I am the best damn wrestler in the universe.
The crowd erupts, seemingly in agreement with her, as Adam Chase claps enthusiastically.
Vanilla: Secondly, Mordecai…GET OUT HERE!!!
Greyson: Wow, Vanilla calling out the monster, and not afraid it seems
Sparkles: She shouldn’t be afraid, Sparkles will save her
Greyson: I’m sure thats very reassuring.
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. Vanilla doesn’t back off however,. Adam Chase on the other hand looks very concerned. The two of them, Vanilla and Mordecai, go face to face, Vanilla staring him in the eyes.
Vanilla: Mordecai…much as I would love to kick your ass right now, I didn’t call you out here for a fight, not this time. Mordecai, you and I need to talk
Greyson: Does Mordecai talk?
Sparkles: One apparently…monsterneese
Vanilla: See, I couldn’t talk any sense into my husband Danny, the stubborn son of a bitch that he is…gotta love him. But I sure as hell can talk some sense into you. So, I’m going to ask you nicely Mordecai, walk away from this match, and let me team with Danny instead
Mordecai tilts his head to one side, pondering the offer
Vanilla: After what you did last week, I don’t trust you Mordecai. It was your fault Danny lost to that joker Flash Silver, your fault. So do the right thing big man, for the first time in your life…walk away
Greyson: Wow, Mordecai looks like he is actually considering it.
Sparkles: Either that or he’s going to kick Vanilla out of this arena…not as I’m going to let that happen obviously
Amazingly, Mordecai nods his head, and slides out the ring, making his way to the back as Vanilla watches on
Greyson: I don’t believe it…did I just see that happen?
Sparkles: Maybe Mordecai does have a heart in there somewhere…wonder if he likes Gladiator movies?
Vanilla smiles, and keeps smiling as Darko walks out from the back, shaking his head and pointing at Vanilla. He slides under the ropes, his words clearly heard at ringside
Danny: What the hell are you doing Vanilla, this is my match, why are you interfering?
Vanilla: You can’t trust him
Danny: Why not…it was an accident last week, he was trying to help
Their argument is broken as the Blacklist’s music hits over the PA system, Lukas Montgomery and Aaron Harrison appearing to cheers from the crowd
Greyson: The Blacklist vowed earlier on tonight, that they would put their issues over Mika Kozlov to one side for tonight, as both want to deal with it differently
Sparkles: Of course they do…Aaron loves her and can’t believe she has gone for good, and Lukas wants to destroy Mika for all she’s done to the Blacklist
Greyson: But it looks like their finally on the same page.
Lukas and Aaron just take one look at each other and storm the ring, the referee calling for the bell. Aaron takes Vanilla and whips her into the corner as Darko and Lukas trade punches, until the both of them fall through the ropes and to the outside, still continuing to fight
Greyson: We are off and running, and it looks like Vanilla and Aaron are legal.
Sparkles: Always better if they are legal
Aaron drills Vanilla with a right hand, Vanilla reacting with a shot of her own, nipping behind Aaron and bending his arm behind his back and forcing him towards the turnbuckle. Aaron drills Vanilla with a elbow which smashes into her face sending her stagger backwards, Aaron taking her down with a Short arm Clothesline. He then picks her up to her feet, but Vanilla is ready and pulls him into a small package
1…
Aaron immediately kicks out, as the referee finally gets Lukas and Darko separated, sending them to their own corners. Aaron is up the quickest and Vanilla slaps him across the face, bringing an ‘ooohhh’ from the capacity crowd. Aaron holds his face, and smiles, but Vanilla hits him again, grabbing his wrist and going for the Irish Whip. But Aaron reverses it, sending Vanilla into her corner, where she tags Danny into the match. Danny doesn’t waste any time and storms into the ring, taking Aaron down and hitting him with hard punches to the face, Aaron doing his best to cover up. Darko then drags Aaron to his feet and whips him into the ropes, looking to flip him over. But Aaron stops just before he gets their and drops to one knee, hitting an Uppercut on Darko which nearly takes him off his feet but just sends him backwards and into the ropes. Aaron tries to follow this up with a Big Knee but Darko nips out the way, just managing to evade the shot. Aaron spins around, Darko looking to go for the Swinging Neckbreaker, but Aaron counters it, slipping out of the move and executing a Double Arm DDT, slamming Darko into the mat. Aaron holds his arm aloft and takes in Lukas who immediately picks Darko up and slams him to the mat.
Greyson: The Blacklist showing the teamwork they have always been known for right here…and at the moment I don’t think Danny has his head in this match, and is still thinking about what Vanilla did
Sparkles: I think about what she does quite regular.
Lukas powers Darko into the mat with a German Suplex, before hooking a leg
1…
2…
Darko kicks out, but Lukas is immediately on him, lifting him up to his feet and then whipping him into the ropes, taking him down with a Clothesline. Lukas begins stomping into Darko’s body, everytime Danny tries to get to his feet, Lukas slamming another shot in. He then lifts Darko to his feet, looking to put more punishment on the body of Danny Darko. Behind him however he doesnt see Vanilla climbing up to the top rope. He spins around to late, a Missile Drop Kick connecting with his chest and sending him straight through the ropes and to the outside. The referee warns Vanilla, but she is already on the outside, looking to take advantage, but Aaron is already there, and stops her from getting to Montgomery. Aaron whispers something into Montgomery’s ear, before moving back around the ring, as Lukas slides back inside. Darko uses the ropes for leverage and gets to his feet, ducking under the desperation Lariat from Lukas, and then forward rolling to Vanilla and tagging her in.
Greyson: Both teams trying to use tags to keep fresh…I can’t call this at the moment Sparkles.
Sparkles: I need cheese…its getting late…more cheese
Lukas runs across the ring and takes Vanilla down with a Lou Thesz Press, but Vanilla somehow slides out underneath it, and nips up to her feet, just in time to evade a Spinning Kick from Lukas which nearly connects. The Bitch from Barrow rakes the eyes of Lukas and ignores the reprimand from the referee, nipping up to the second rope and connecting with a Tomahawk Drop. Lukas is dazed and in big trouble, Vanilla measuring him before jumping off the second rope and hitting with a Spinning Kick, dropping Lukas to the mat
Greyson: Frost Bitten…Lukas is out, what a shot
Sparkles: Vanilla Skyy with one of her patented moves…and now look, she is looking to finish this right here
She holds her arm aloft, watching as Lukas gets to his feet.
Greyson: She’s looking for the White Out Sparkles…
Sparkles: I love this woman
She runs in, looking to hit her finisher on an unsuspecting Lukas Montgomery, but Aaron is there, hitting her with a brutal Spear before she can hit the move. The referee pushes Aaron away from the carnage, Aaron holding up his hands, and he doesn’t see Danny Darko come flying out of the corner, tackling him and taking them both out of the ring. Lukas sees Vanilla down, and drops into a cover
1…
2…
No, Vanilla kicks out, Lukas lifting her up and whipping her across the ring, as she comes back, both of them go for the High Cross Body, the two of them clashing heads, and both of them left out of it on the canvas. On the outside, Aaron and Darko trade lefts and rights, Darko running towards the turnbuckle, looking to slam Harrisons head into it, but Harrison reverses it, and it is Darko then crashes into the steel. As he stands dazed, Aaron hooks his head and falls backwards, slamming his skull into the steel steps.
Sparkles: What a match this has been, and the referee is counting, Vanilla and Lukas are both down.
1…
2…
3…
Greyson: Neither of them are moving, that was quite a shot
Sparkles: Double Count Out right here
4…
5…
6…
Vanilla starts to stir, and rolls onto her front. Lukas still isn’t moving however.
7…
On the outside, Aaron picks Darko up, but Darko pushes him away. Aaron runs in, but Darko kicks him in the gut. He then hooks him around the mid section, and hits a snap suplex over the steps
Crowd: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!!!
Greyson: What a shot from Darko…but hold on…pin from Vanilla
Vanilla hooks the leg, the referee dropping into a count
1…
2…
No, Lukas kicks out just in time, both of them left flat out on their backs. Darko staggers to his corner and climbs up, begging for the tag. Lukas is closer to his corner, but Lukas is out on the outside and not moving. Vanilla makes her way over, finally making the tag to a massive reaction. Darko enters, grabbing Lukas by his ankle as Aaron gets to his feet. Lukas tries to spin around and kick Darko in the face, but Darko nips down and into an ankle lock, torquing on the ankle for all he is worth. Lukas slams the mat in agony as Aaron climbs the turnbuckle, looking to catch Darko unawares. But as he leaps, Darko has it scouted, and Drop Kicks him in mid air.
Greyson: What a shot from Darko…Danny had this won, Lukas is in trouble, Aaron is down…Pain and Pleasure have got this.
Darko screams at the top of his lungs, as Vanilla is finally back on her feet. Lukas gets to his feet, Darko slamming to a right hand into his face, as Vanilla Skyy enters the ring, dropping her leg across Aaron Harrison
Greyson: The referee losing control of this…it’s all out war now.
Vanilla picks Aaron to his feet, as Lukas spins her around. Darko who is about to run across the ring, has his legs sweeped from underneath him, and is dragged from the ring, his face slamming into the steep steps
Sparkles: Flash Silver and Infinity…they are going after Darko
Greyson: And the referee hasn’t seen it either
Vanilla is trying to fight off the Blacklist, but the numbers game is too much for her. Lukas bails her across the ramp as Aaron tries to take her out with a Super Kick. Vanilla ducks underneath it however and bounces off the ropes, hitting the White Out on Lukas, before taking out Aaron with a Russian Leg Sweep. Outside, Flash picks Darko up and smacks him across the face with a slap
Greyson: Vanilla cleaning house…but Danny is in trouble…hold on!!!
Mordecai comes running down the ramp way, Flash and Infinity immediately jumping the barricade and making their way back through the crowd. Mordecai stands over Darko, making sure he doesnt get any more hurt.
Sparkles: Mordecai with the huge save…perhaps he is a good guy after all
Vanilla finally turns around, and sees the monster looking over her husband. Her eyes widen, and then fill with anger
Greyson: NO, Vanilla…he helped
Vanilla slides out the ring and hits Mordecai with a right, and then a left, kicking him into the stomach as Mordecai backs up the ramp, trying to take the punishment. They spill through the curtain and to the backstage area
Greyson: This is wrong, Mordecai was helping…someone tell Vanilla what was going on.
Sparkles: You tell her…I’m not
The physicality in this match continues to be felt by all parties involved, Darko especially. After his crash into the stairs he now lies at ringside, absolutely motionless and without a partner. Lukas looks to take advantage of this fact, rolling out of the ring, scooping up Darko and rolling him into the ring. Lukas follows his opponent and now he and Aaron set up to end this contest. Aaron grabs Darko around the neck and leads him up to his feet then into position for the Hybrid Theory. He is just about to deliver it before Lukas comes flying off the top rope, catches Darko’s shins and now the Blacklist delivers a SPIKED version of the Hybrid Theory.
Greyson: And with that it’s over…IT’S GOT to be over! A SPIKED Hybrid Theory!!
Sparkles: Yuck.
Greyson: The Blacklist truly are back on the same page.
And the pair is about to cement this fact by picking up the pin. Aaron is just about to crawl into the cover on Darko before the Cartel-tron springs to life. All eyes suddenly divert to the big screen, which is playing what looks to be security camera footage from Orlando Cruze’s office. The time stamp in the corner of the screen implies that this footage was taken a little earlier in the night. That fact is made abundantly clear when we see Lukas Montgomery standing in front of Orlando’s desk, stooped over it and laying his words on thick.
Lukas: You’ve GOT to do this for me man….PLEASE…
Aaron stands up in the ring, watching this footage on the Cartel-tron and listening very closely. He doesn’t even hear Lukas shouting at him in the ring, begging the ringside crew to cut the footage. Neither Blacklist member realizes that Mordecai is making his way back down the ramp, staggering after his collision with Vanilla Skyy.
Back to the footage on the Cartel-tron.
Orlando: Are you sure you really want this Lukas?
Lukas: More than anything..make it happen.
Orlando: Fine-fine, on NewAge, you’ll go one on one with Mika Kozlov.
Lukas: Thank you, Orlando, thank you.
Back to the ring.
We see Aaron reeling from the footage he just witnessed. He’s absolutely taken aback by the fact that his partner, who SWORE that he was going to put this issue with Mika in the past, in actuality just demanded a match against Aaron’s former fiancée.
Sparkles: Uuuuuh-ooooh.
Greyson: My sentiments exactly, Sparkles.
Sparkles: And here we thought the Blacklist were back to reading from the same script. That’s what Lukie told Harrison backstage wasn’t it?
Greyson: Indeed it was Sparkles, indeed it was.
Aaron slowly turns around to face Lukas, who looks truly apologetic at this point.
Aaron: So you lied to me?
Lukas: I never lied man. I told you that this thing between Mika and I was over, and it is. Because on NewAge, when she and I have gone one on one, it really WILL be over.
Aaron is so flustered by Lukas’ comments that he actually turns his back on his partner.
Lukas: Aaron, come on man….
Suddenly Mordecai grabs Lukas by the shoulder, spinning him around and delivering a big kick to his gut. Mordecai then drags Lukas’ head under his seat and lifts the unsuspecting Lukas into a Last Ride style elevated powerbomb. Aaron is none the wiser, his back still turned on his partner as he now stands on the apron where he continues to shake his head in disbelief. Mordecai then throws his weight over Lukas’ chest, hooking the leg.
1
2
Greyson: Behind you Aaron!
The hand comes down for the three, and when it hits the canvas Aaron finally detects that something is amiss. He spins around and spots Mordecai rolling off of his partner, having just pinned Lukas in the middle of the ring.
Greyson: They did it, Mordecai and Darko have just won this tag team match, talk about a major, major upset.
Sparkles: I’m not upset that the Blacklist lost.
Greyson: Of course you wouldn’t be. But talk about a shocker here. Mordecai wins the match as he WAS originally slated to be in this tag match before Skyy demanded his spot.
After Mordecai defeats Lukas, the monster grabs Danny by the wrist, dragging him out of the ring. He pulls Danny to safety, and that safety is surprisingly in Mordecai’s clutches. He drapes Darko over his shoulder, carrying his partner up the ramp. The pair leaves the ring behind where another pair seems to be on the brink of implosion. Aaron glares into the ring at the man who just challenged his fiancée to a match on NewAge, and did so behind Aaron’s back. That man, Lukas, is sitting up on the canvas wondering what the hell just happened. His eyes eventually turn to Aaron, watching as Aaron is trying to tear his own hair out in frustration.
Aaron: You lied to me….You lied to me.
Lukas: I had to.
Mordecai reaches the top of the ramp and turns back to enjoy the visual of the Blacklist imploding But any enjoyment he gets out of the misery comes to an end when he experiences some misery of his own. A steel chair comes cracking right into his spine, the blow delivered by none other than Vanilla Skyy. The blow across the spine causes Mordecai to fall to his knees and drop Danny. The chair is then thrown aside so that Skyy can swoop in and grab hold of her husband’s arm, draping it over her shoulders. She leads Danny up to his feet and aids his limp body to the backstage area.
Greyson: This is total madness…Now Skyy rushes out and assaults Mordecai with a chair.
Sparkles: After they brawled to the back earlier on.
BACKSTAGE
The cheeks of Mika Kozlov are twitching, upturning into a sinister grin as she makes her way through the double doors that lead to the parking lot. All the while she is holding an I-Phone in her hands, watching the footage coming from the ring.
Aiken: Enjoying the spectacle my dear?
The only thing that could convince Mika to remove her eyes form the phone is the presence of her beloved Aiken Frost. He steps into view with his monstrous Krauzer standing behind him holding all of Aiken’s baggage. It seems the pair are on the cusp of leaving the building before running across their fellow black eyed New Eden member.
Mika: Hehehehehe, this is better than Ernest Scared Stupid. Who did you pay to hijack that security cam footage from Boss-Man’s office?
Aiken: I spared no expense my dear in securing that video of Lukas’ challenge. That part was easy, however coercing those in the production truck to play it when I demanded was a tad more difficult. It took quite a bit of persuasion.
As Aiken says these words, his eyes draw to the knuckles of his monster, Krauzer’s fist noticeably scuffed up.
Aiken: Do you intend on accepting Lukas’ challenge?
Mika: Hehehehe, I guess Lukie will find out on NewAge. Where you going?
Mika’s finger points out the bags over Krauzer’s shoulders.
Aiken: Considering that my opponent this evening is presumably in no shape to compete given the events earlier on, I will now take my leave and ready myself for the Last Stand Rumble.
Mika: Awww, I was looking forward to seeing you maul Ethan in the main event.
Aiken: I do believe Mr. Cannon sufficiently mauled Ethan enough. It would be unlike me and very unsportsmanlike to face a beaten down opponent.
The grin on Aiken’s face makes the viewing fans feel like their standing on a boat that is sailing through incredibly turbulent waters, everyone getting seasick.
Mika: So what do we do with the rest of our night?
Aiken: I can think of few ways for us to spend our leisure time.
Aiken’s lecherous eyes look Mika up and down.
Stagehand: Uhhhh. Mr. Aiken…
Black and ominous eyes shift to the pimply stagehand, who instantly regrets his career choice when becoming Aiken’s focal point.
Aiken: WHAT do you want?
Stagehand: Ummmm, well, Mr. Cruze….
Aiken: Mr. Cruze what?
Stagehand: He-he-he….
Aiken: Out with it.
Stagehand: He wanted me to tell you that you’re still going to wrestle tonight.
Aiken: Did he not witness the destruction of Ethan Von Aaron? Is Mr. Cruze truly so malicious that he would force an injured Mr. Von Aaron to face me this evening?
Stagehand: He just said that you still have a match. That’s ALL he told me, I swear.
Aiken: Krauzer, see if this young gentleman is telling us all he knows.
Krauzer nods before reaching out and latching his hand around the throat of the stagehand. Before the stagehand can so much as scream he’s being forced off camera by the monster. Aiken’s hand becomes occupied by something else, Mika’s phone.
Mika: Who you going to call…Ghostbusters?
Aiken: No, I do believe it is time for me to once again call upon the expertise of Silk and Mogui.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
Pain can be seen reflected in the features of Ethan Von Aaron as he leans back first against a wall. He stands just outside the trainer’s office, although he should be inside having the injuries inflicted on him earlier tonight surveyed. He is still badly banged up after Scott Cannon gave Ethan the House Rules on the steel ramp, which ultimately led to Ethan’s defeat at the hands of Tina Valentine. Backstage correspondent Mark Comeau is standing directly beside Ethan with mic in hand.
Mark Comeau: Uuuuh Ethan? Are the rumors true?
Ethan: Rumors? What rumors? I swear that thing with the gerbils never happened.
Comeau: That’s totally not the rumors I was talking about. Are you really going to face Aiken Frost tonight even after everything you’ve already gone through?
Ethan: Well I CAN confirm that Aiken will wrestle again tonight and….
Ethan’s eyes veer away from Comeau.
Ethan: Hold that thought.
What did Ethan see? Silk and Mogui rushing straight at him, that’s what. The same duo that has been after Ethan throughout the night finally catch up with him. The New Eden members charge in and pick up with Ethan exactly where they left off earlier tonight. Mogui spears Ethan back first against a wall and Ethan defends himself via delivering clubbing blows across the tattooed monster’s back. Silk then rushes in and joins in with the assault.
IN RING
”Dead Silence” by Charlie Clouser plays over the PA system, indicating that Aiken Frost is on his way to the ring. His dark and sinister eyes come into view upon reaching the stage where he and Krauzer linger for only a moment. The two chillingly overlook the audience and Aiken sneers before heading for the ring. The commentators finally chime in in the background.
Greyson: We heard it before the commercial break, Sparkles, Orlando Cruze sent word to Aiken that he is STILL going to compete tonight.
Sparkles: What is Orlando thinking booking Aiken Frost against an injured Ethan Von Aaron? Did are El Supreme Chrome Dome not see what Scott Cannon did to Ethan earlier?
Greyson: He’s clearly not in any condition at the moment to wrestle, but that hasn’t stopped Ethan before. I wouldn’t doubt it if he marched into Orlando’s office and insisted on having this match still go down, even after Ethan was hit with a House Rules on the ramp and endured a grueling match against Tina Valentine.
Once in the ring Aiken’s hand is supplied with a microphone.
Aiken: I never knew Mr. Cruze harbored such ill will towards Mr. Von Aaron. I realize that Mr. Von Aaron is not a very well liked man amongst his peers or amongst management, but even I pity the decision to force Mr. Von Aaron into a match against me this evening. Has the poor Mr. Von Aaron not suffered enough throughout the night? Why would you commit such a truly heinous act of barbarism and sadism Mr. Cruze? Do you not appreciate what you are subjecting Mr. Von Aaron to? I do, and I have taken steps to ensure that Mr. Von Aaron will not come to this ring and risk further injury. I took it upon myself to send Mr. Mogui and Mrs. Silk to the backstage area, where the pair cordially suggested that Mr. Von Aaron reconsider his participation in this match tonight. From what I understand, he was VERY receptive to the notion of outright calling off this bout as he apparently is still quite injured after his previous match against Mrs. Valentine. So Mr. Cruze, I am afraid you shall not get your sick jollies by watching Mr. Von Aaron compete for a second time this evening while he is suffering a litany of injuries. Also to the delight of my many and many admirers, not competing tonight will ensure I am at my physical best headed into the Last Stand Rumble. So you see, Mr. Cruze, I have spared you so many potential problems….
Orlando: At the risk of sounding a little repetitive. How thoughtful Aiken…
The Cartel-tron is suddenly consumed with an enlarged image of Orlando Cruze’s face. The President is currently wearing a sneer that mirrors Aiken’s. Words pass through that sneer, filling not only Orlando’s office, but the interior of the Manhattan Center, where Aiken is all ears.
Orlando: I know you’ve been so determined as of late to be helpful to others…
Aiken: I am a truly charitable soul, just ask your wife.
Fans: Ewwwwww.
Orlando: No need, I’ve watched you TRY to manipulate my wife through your little bribes, it’s not working, she won’t join you…and I won’t be manipulated either. I said earlier tonight you would WRESTLE, and I meant it. You WILL compete tonight.
Aiken: I am afraid not, for Mr. Von Aaron is presently in no condition to….
Orlando: I didn’t say that you would be facing Ethan.
Fans: RACHEL! RACHEL! RACHEL!
Orlando: That’s right, after Ethan was injured by Scott, I had a change of heart. So tonight, you face your ex-wife RACHEL FROST!
”Blue” by the Birthday Massacre plays over the PA system and the reaction inside of the Manhattan Center is absolutely deafening. The sight of the NHB Champion Rachel Frost making her way to the stage has the crowd trembling with excitement. The whole building reverberates with suspense as Rachel comes storming down the ramp and straight towards her ex-husband, looking for retaliation against the man who has had her lover assaulted so many times over the past couple of months, and subjected her to so much torture.
Greyson: Listen to this ovation Sparkles.
Sparkles: It literally blew me out of my seat, Lovejoy. Seriously, I’m lying on your shoes right now, pick me back up.
Greyson: I will as soon as I finish picking my jaw up too.
Eyes are bugging out of sockets, jaws are falling through the floor and pulses are quickening at the sight of Rachel Frost rolling into the ring, coming face to face with Aiken. The moment everyone has been waiting for is finally here, the eagerly anticipated collision between Rachel and Aiken. Referee Arnie Ficklebottom is sliding into the ring…
Sparkles: And there’s the ref to make this official.
The referee lifts his hand to call for the bell before Aiken shouts something at Krauzer. The monster steps forth and decks the official across the jaw, knocking Ficklebottom out cold.
Greyson: DAMMIT! Aiken isn’t letting this match happen.
Sparkles: Krauzer just leveled the referee at Aiken’s behest.
The referee is knocked out cold, limply falling at Krauzer’s feet. Rachel drops her NHB Championship and goes after Krauzer, lunging across the ring and driving her shoulder into the monster’s ribs. She throws the behemoth back. He catches himself though and then rushes right at Rachel with a lariat that the NHB Champion manages to duck. Krauzer rushes past her, spins around and then eats a heel, Rachel’s Boot Licker connecting. The goliath staggers back into the ropes, falling against them for support. Rachel then picks up her NHB Championship, rushes across the ring and nails Krauzer right in the face with it. The blow is delivered with enough force to send the monster flipping back and over the cables to the outside of the ring.
As Krauzer crashes to the floor right in front of the shattered announce table, referee Michelle Blacker comes sliding into the squared circle. She’s just about to lunge to her feet and call for the bell to start this match between Aiken and Rachel, only to have Aiken drop his elbow straight into Blacker’s back.
Greyson: NOOO! Rachel takes out Krauzer, but at the same time Aiken has just taken out another referee!
Head Referee Marcus Mayfield tears through the curtains, the last of the officiating staff. He begins to head down the ramp and referee this contest. Sadly he only gets a few steps before finding his jersey caught from behind He is then spun around and finds himself contending with the massive Jed Wayne, another of New Eden’s members. Jed knocks Mayfield silly with a big right hand, then swings around to connect with another. Mayfield ducks the blow though and then steps around behind Wayne, who turns to the official only to receive a European Uppercut to the jaw.
Greyson: Now Mayfield is trying to get to the ring but Jed Wayne is blocking his path.
Sparkles: There’s no referees left to officiate this match.
Aiken throws referee Blacker out of the ring by the back of her head, then turns around to find his black eyes focused on his malicious ex-wife. Rachel stares with burning intensity at her ex-husband. Tensions are mounting, anticipation is building, goosebumps are forming, stomachs are knotting, hair is standing straight up across the backs of a thousand necks. Everyone watching this scene is getting a thrill as Rachel Frost prepares to make Aiken pay for every act of humiliation he has ever subjected her to.
Greyson: This is your chance Rachel! For months Aiken dragged you around on the end of a chain. He forced you to strip in the middle of the ring, he forced you to watch as he screwed everything with a pair of tits, he forced you to be nothing more than his slave….GET HIM! For the love of God, GET HIM!!
And that’s exactly what Rachel does. She charges straight at Aiken only to run right into the fist of Alana Starr. The fans are going ballistic as another member of New Eden rolls into the ring, the double champion, the woman with quite the storied history with Rachel, Aiken’s newest love.
Greyson: DAMMIT! DAMMIT!! DAMMIT!!!
Sparkles: Alana! Alana Starr! She’s attacking Rachel!
Greyson: She’s protecting Aiken from Rachel is what she’s doing.
The crowd is swept up into a wave of pure pandemonium as Rachel and Alana finally throw down. Fists swing between both ladies faces, and while this brawl consumes the ring Aiken wisely exits it. He rolls under the ropes to ringside, backing away from the squared circle, watching the action rather than participating in it. A grin forms on his face as he watches Alana get the better of Rachel, driving her back with punch after punch across the cheek. Alana now throws a big haymaker that Rachel surprisingly gets her forearm up to block. She then pushes the fist away and then absolutely crushes Alana’s jaw with a forearm strike. Alana is staggered back and Rachel is stooping over. She picks up the NHB Championship and prepares to use it on Alana’s face only to have the X-Class and Tag Team Champion pulled out of the ring before Alana could be victimized. Scott Cannon has come rushing down the ramp and reaches the ringside area just in time to reach under the ropes, take Alana by the ankle and drag her out of the squared circle. Alana falls between Scott and Aiken, who both help her up to her feet. The three now glare at the squared circle where Rachel is glaring right back. Not only does she have the NHB Championship in one hand, but a microphone now in the other.
Rachel: You think you spared yerself from what ya got comin’ baby?
Rachel’s venomous words and spiteful eyes are focused straight on Aiken.
Rachel: Nuh’ uh, ya only delayed the inevitable. I will get my hands on yer ass and it will be me who pounds it ALL NIGHT LONG. I’m gonna violate ya, honey, I’m gonna tear ya up from the inside out. And I’m gonna do it at Last Stand. If yer enterin’ the Rumble, then guess what, I’m enterin it too!
Greyson: HOLY SHIT!
Sparkles: HUGE.
Greyson: Rachel Frost, Aiken Frost, their both going to be in the Rumble!
Sparkles: Good lord what’s going to happen if their paths cross?
Aiken is uncharacteristically shaking with anger as his oily eyes reflect the image of a defiant Rachel smiling sadistically in the ring.
BACKSTAGE
Since Aiken Frost couldn’t get his belongings to his car before being forced to go back to the ring, Mika Kozlov does it for him. She was already in the parking lot anyway, so it was no hassle. She’s now got the trunk of Aiken’s car open and is putting his bags inside while multitasking, also talking on the phone raised to her ear.
Mika: This night has been crazier than watching Fire Marshall Bill give a lecture about safety, hehehehe. I do hope all the fun hasn’t put too much strain on my sestra though.
Of course Mika eludes to Taylor.
Mika: And I wish you could have been here to enjoy all the festivities, Red Rayne, you missed so much fun…
Taylor: The fun is just getting started.
Suddenly Taylor Chase runs in behind Mika, grabs the back of her head and pushes her along into the trunk of the car. Taylor slams that trunk closed and then shouts through it, her words presumably reaching her sister Mika.
Taylor: Is this what it’s going to take Mika? Is this the only way I can reach you? So be it.
Taylor takes the car keys out of the trunk lock and then rushes around to the driver’s door. She hops into the Rolls Royced and starts up the engine. Her eyes slowly drift to the rearview mirror, reflecting the demonic darkness that has erased her pupils. The tires of the car kick up dust and leave black streaks across the pavement as the Rolls Royce speeds off out of the building with Mika still trapped in the trunk. Taylor abducting her own sister.
FADE TO BLACK
Riot 26
VIDEO
It’s time for a little rock and rolla!
The tracks of “Lose My Life” by Papercut Massacre are assaulting your ears as the first Riot of 2015 opens with a video package retread of everything 2014 had to offer. You had better believe it’s no easy task condensing 365 days worth of in ring action, backstage insanity, and out of this world wackiness into a three and a half minute video, so appreciate the effort!
Backwards and forwards
Seems always undercovers
They lined us all
Pressed against the wall
There’s nothing that you should fear
I’m the pilot behind the wheel
Where do we even begin? How about clips of the former Blacklist advisor Spencer Klein kneeling beside his pupil Mika Kozlov, who is strewn unconscious across the stage with his tongue lathering her cheek. Yeah, that’s a GREAT visual to start 2015 off on. Let’s cut to something else…FAST! We now get shots of Marie Jones, the once respected and revered Phoenix, standing in the ring and shaking hands with Silas Mason, arguably the most despicable agent on the face of the planet. Another agent who gets about as much love as a case of vaginal warts is Mason Van Stanton, who consumes the screen standing in the crowd holding up a megaphone and protesting the action in the ring. And if you thought this footage wasn’t aggravating enough, we haven’t even gotten to Ethan Von Aaron, who sits in the balcony with his Harem, one of its members, Polly Norah, holding up inflammatory messages written on a white-board.
Don’t fret they’re coming
They’re lining up to join me
To save us all
Which ones will fall
They don’t even care we’re here
How do you save someone without fear
The focus of this video package cuts to Andre Jordan and Gavin Taylor staring at one another over the top of the ladder that they are standing on with the Evolution Title hanging from a hook just above their heads. After the footage dissolves we cut to Andre and Gavin in the ring once again, this time respectfully bumping knuckles instead of throwing them into one another’s faces. We cut now to the End of the Year Special where Andre is kneeling in the center of the squared circle, head hanging and morale shattered after his loss against bitter rival Alana Starr. This somber moment fades out before being replaced with a visual of Gavin Taylor kneeling in the ring at the End of the Year Special with the Evolution Championship extended across his forearms and his forehead wedged against the gold plate, celebrating his first singles title victory.
The noises screaming
Stop!
Look what we started
The heroes falling
Could you save em
You would give your life to me
The sky is burning
The fear consuming
I’ll live forever if I lose my life tonight
A limo driven by Orlando Cruze comes barreling down the ramp and crashing right through the wall of a Hell in a Cell. The video switches from one moment of unbridled chaos to another, now showing Brittany Lohan handcuffed to the ring ropes with long-time nemesis Alana Starr bashing Lohan’s head in with a steel chair. The footage segues into Scott Cannon giving Lethal Weapon the jackhammer onto a set of steel steps. The customary madness brazen in the IWC now takes the form of Aaron Harrison rushing down the ramp with a bandage covering his bloodied brow, the moment he slides into the ring we see him coming to blows with the man who busted him open earlier on that very night, Ba’al. Speaking of Ba’al, the video cuts to him breaking a gavel over the skull of Serenity during their World Title clash at Reawakening Day. This scene is replaced by imagery featuring Ethan Von Aaron pulling an overweight Miss Juicy between himself and the airborne TPKid, her boyfriend, who was coming off the top of the cage with a crossbody aimed at Ethan only to crush Mrs. Juicy instead.
Tensions are boiling
To the point of overflowing
The stage is set
Curtains drenched in red
We sent off our only sons
We’re killing them one by one
Best friends and lovers
Turned against one another
Their faces change
Only shame remains
Out here we stand alone
Operation “Come Back Home”
We now see the Frost family occupying the ring with Ba’al holding the IWC World Championship and his brother, Aiken griping a microphone that he employs to taunt the crowd.
Aiken: Willkomen auf SIN.
Desmond Drake, Principle Owner of the IWC, becomes the focus of the video as he shakes hands with Ba’al, cementing his pledge of devotion to the Sinistry. We see people lining up to challenge the Sinistry’s control over the IWC, before those very people are stabbed in the back by the one person they thought they could trust when General Manager Kloe Masters turns against the company and joins the Sinistry.
The video package transitions into Abigail Lindsey standing outside of a door with her ear pressed to it before the blade of a knife comes ripping through from the other side. Abigail is then shown leaning backwards over the barricade and allowing the crowd to shower her with adulation before the footage captures her transformation into Serenity. We see the somber Serenity standing in the rafters dressed all in black, eyes peeking out from the slits of a mask that covers her brow. Abigail’s startling metamorphosis is replaced by a scene of Mika Kozlov being thrown into the trunk of a Rolls Royce, with her abductor, the diabolical Aiken Frost poking his head out through the sunroof of the car she was just tossed into. A few weeks later we find Mika’s sister, Taylor Chase, pleading with Aiken for the safe return of her sister, Mika. Taylor shouts over a table at Aiken, filling a room with the sounds of her desperate pleas before he prompts her to turn around. Taylor spins in her chair, adjusting her eyes to the sight of Mika standing behind her, eyes rendered black and void of pupils, matching Aiken’s eyes.
The noises screaming
Stop!
Look what we started
The heroes falling
Could you save em
You would give your life to me
The sky is burning
The fear consuming
I’ll live forever if I lose my life tonight
A troubled Katelyn Buehler spirals across the ring and crushes her best friend Taylor Chase in the face with the roaring elbow. We then see Taylor and Katelyn teaming together at Upping the Ante only to see that relationship end when Taylor smashes her knee into Katelyn’s face via the TKO. Tina Valentine is shown making her IWC debut by attacking Jessica Lasiewicz from behind in a backstage corridor. The footage then transitions to Tina standing on a corner holding up the Queen of the Ring Title. The clips move faster and are far more frantic with shots featuring William Mason delivering a middle rope Perfect Driver on Brittany Lohan, Selena Frost forcing Rich Anderson to tap out to the Frost Bite, Rachel Frost and Alana Starr rolling over the body of Ethan Von Aaron while trading punches, Danny Darko snatching the Pure Title belt out of the hands of William Mason, and Chris Davids hitting a powerful spear on Ba’al.
I’ll live forever if I lose my life tonight
The noises screaming
Stop!
Look what we started
The heroes falling
Could you save em
You would give your life to me
The sky is burning
The fear consuming
I’ll live forever if I lose my life tonight
Not crazy enough for ya? Alright, how about we hit you with a few clips of Vanilla Skyy nailing Marie Jones repeatedly in the head with a briefcase, Cassidy Haze attempting to drive over top of Karen McBride’s head with a van, Chris Davids nailing a spear on Jessica Wilde, Mr. Ridiculous teaming alongside Leviticus to help the midget Stumpy deliver a triple team powerbomb on P Clarence Whitman III, Kordy running around the ringside area celebrating with the Evolution Championship, Desmond Drake stepping out of a Dalek during the Last Stand Rumble, Danny Darko trying to get through bulletproof glass to wrap his hands around the throat of the man surrounded by it William Mason. The footage then transitions into Mya Denton hitting the Demented across the face of Tina Valentine, Aerik Walker hitting the 747 off a balcony through stacked tables, and Amanda Blayze hitting the Blayze of Glory on Kathryn Pearson at Invictus.
Look what we started
The heroes falling
I’ll live forever if I lose my life tonight
The sky is burning
The fear consuming
I’ll live forever if I lose my life tonight
There is a final series of clips pertaining to the final match of 2014, a contest pitting World Champion Ba’al against Taylor Chase. With everything on the line, title gold, the Sinistry’s ownership over the IWC, and Taylor’s career, an absolute war is waged inside of the ring in the first Cartel Chaos bout. With the lack of rules, and the inability of the referee to stop the title match, everything and anything is employed by Taylor and Ba’al to pull off the most monumental of victories. A series of still frame images showcase the lengths both athletes go to in order for Ba’al to retain his title and his ownership over the federation, while Taylor struggles for all she’s worth to regain her belt, regain control of the IWC for her husband Orlando Cruze, and save her career. After multiple shots with ladders, chairs, and the implementation of thumbtacks, the battle begins to draw towards a conclusion.
Multiple run ins attempt to sway the outcome of this bout, but one interference neutralizes another. We see Katelyn Buehler return to the IWC after her suspension in order to shove Kloe Masters, the woman who suspended her, from the top of a ladder and through a table at ringside, as well as Scott Cannon hitting a muscle buster on Ba’al off that very ladder.
Eventually all of the outside inference comes to an end and the match concludes the way it started, one on one. Another screen grab showcases Ba’al hitting Taylor with the Tombstone Piledriver on a 2×4 wrapped in barbwire before cutting to Taylor giving Ba’al the Tombstone Piledriver onto thumbtacks. One last image captures the closing moment of the World Title bout when Taylor’s barbwire wrapped knee crashes into Ba’al’s temple, delivering her finisher the TKO, and putting her rival away for the three.
I’ll live forever if I lose my life tonight
The music fades out in the background as the video begins to dissolve on the image of Taylor Chase celebrating in the ring with the World Title thrust over her bloodied head and the ring filled with her family and friends. The universe rejoices as the Age of SIN comes to an end, and the World Title is returned to Taylor Chase.
IN RING
2014 ended on a moment of exultation, and now that joy carries over to the opening seconds of 2015.
There is still an atmosphere conducive to excitement when cameras find Orlando Cruze standing in the center of the ring in his tailor-made suit. Forget the clothing though and focus on the other thing he’s wearing, something we haven’t seen on Orlando in quite a bit of time, a GIGANTIC grin. His smile only widens as he steps to the center of the ring, lifts a mic to his lips and tries to talk through his emotion.
Orlando: Ladies and gentlemen…
The crowd’s fervor makes it almost impossible for Orlando’s words to be heard over the PA system.
Orlando: Your NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, TAYLOR CHASE!!
Seismographs are probably putting out some irregular readings at the moment, because nothing can capture the ground-swell of excitement that shakes the Manhattan Center. The reaction stems from the arrival of the newly anointed World Champion. “Bosses’ Daughter” is the track playing through the PA system and Taylor Chase is the champion stepping through the curtains. It’s almost difficult for Greyson Lovejoy and Sparkles, the commentating duo, to speak over such a feral ovation from the fan-base. Yet the ventriloquist and the puppet do their best to make their voices heard.
Sparkles: Taylor Chase, hot off the heels of the biggest win of her career, starts off our 2015.
Greyson: This is how you begin the new-year, Sparkles.
Sparkles: I missed Taylor Chase over our holiday break, almost as much as the female fan-base missed my soothing Luther Vandross voice.
Greyson: Sparkles, please, you make Gonzo’s voice sound masculine by comparison.
Sparkles: Tay-Tay showing off the gold she took from previous champion Ba’al after one of the most violent, bloody and brutal matches any of us have ever seen.
Greyson: She’s still wearing some of the scars from that war with Ba’al, but the most important thing she took from that match, the World Title presently in her grips.
The moment that Taylor enters the ring she has to shift around the contents in her hands, the title, in order to wrap her arms around Orlando’s waist. The two open 2015 the same way they closed 2014, with a passionate hug. This show of affection and display of celebration is short lived so that Orlando can step aside and give his wife the spotlight she deserves. Those spotlights are shining brighter than ever as they focus upon Taylor in the center of the ring where her eyes are consumed with the World Title she presently has draped across her forearm.
Taylor: Over a year and a half ago I held this World Title belt in my palm for the very first time, in what was both the proudest and most frustrating moment of my career. Yes, I was the IWC Champion, but no, I did not have the recognition nor the respect that comes with being the title bearer. Did I have the support of the fans? Sure. But did I have their respect? No. Was I the envy of my peers? Yep. But did I have their respect? Absolutely not. The way I won the title left a LOT to be desired, as my win was the culmination of a convoluted plot set in motion by Frankie Paradise and my at the time enemies, the Blacklist. So although I had the championship, defending it wasn’t my greatest challenge, building trust and respect WAS.
It’s pathetic really, because it took the loss of my championship and the long and arduous journey to reclaim it, before I finally did earn that respect. Now my reign will not be about building my reputation, it will be about building the reputation of this title. The title that was robbed of prestige by that group of devout sociopaths who did everything in their power to hold down any viable threats to taking the World Title off of Ba’al’s shoulder. I will restore faith in this world title, just like I restored faith in this company.
Greyson: That she did Sparkles.
Sparkles: She ended the Age of SIN by winning that title.
Taylor: For over six months the Sinistry imposed their will on this title and on the IWC. They tried so hard to tear down the company, and rebuild it to cater to their own twisted whims. Those days are over. I took the Sinistry’s most valuable bargaining chip (holds up the World Title), and in the process I removed from power those that they influenced. Now, Kloe Masters, Desmond Drake, their run as owners of this company, are over, just like Ba’al’s run as champion is done.
The crowd provides the obligatory standing ovation in recognition of all that Taylor Chase accomplished with her victory at the End of the Year Special.
Taylor: So we’re well on our way to removing the Sinistry STANK. It’s not going to be easy, but the cleansing is well on its way. Ba’al GONE. Drake GONE. Kloe Masters……(a smile forms on her face)…will be gone after tonight.
All eyes ascend, Taylor getting the crowd to look up towards the Steel Cage that is hanging above the squared circle.
Taylor: My second title reign starts with maybe the most personally gratifying moment yet, when I step into the ring with the Sinistry’s former lapdog. In tonight’s main event I face Kloe Masters, the woman who stabbed me, my husband, and every fan in the back when she joined with Ba’al and Desmond in an attempt to steal control of the IWC. An act she might have successfully pulled off it wasn’t for that darn meddling Taylor Chase.
Tay lifts a finger to her smiling lips before shrugging.
Taylor: I can imagine no greater present for returning ownership of this federation back to my hubby, than facing Kloe inside of that cage. For weeks she wore a hood over her head to hide her identity and attacked everyone I cared about, and for months she used her position of power to pull every string and keep me from challenging for the World Title. Well tonight, the only thing Kloe will be wearing is blood. The only thing Kloe will pull, will be the mesh wiring out of her ugly face. She may have kept me from facing Ba’al for all those months, but not a thing is going to keep me from getting her blood on my hands in a few moments.
The crowd, along with her husband standing in the corner of the ring, applaud Taylor’s comments. She receives unanimous support in her effort to rid the IWC of the final remnants of the Sinistry, namely, Kloe Masters.
Taylor: I might not have my knee brace on the account of my FORMER agent, Silas Mason, stealing it from me, but I won’t need it tonight. If my match against Ba’al proved anything, it’s that I’m a master of innovation. So maybe I’ll take a portion of the cage, wrap it around my knee and….nah….you know what, I’ll just finish Kloe off the old fashioned way, bare knee and bare hands.
The focus shifts from her speech to the man who proudly supports every single word of it. Orlando beams with pride.
Taylor: I want to thank you baby, for giving me this shot at Kloe tonight, and for so much more. You never lost faith in me, you always supported me, you never stopped believing that I could hold this title again and be counted amongst the best in this industry.
Orlando stays quiet, using some non-verbal communication, everything he needs to say being conveyed through his expression.
Taylor: Thank you for putting up with me even when I could be a raging bitch. I also want to say thanks to another person who has always been at my side, someone who has always shown me such loyalty, my best friend Kelcey Wallace. Thanks gorgeous for having my back during what has been one of the toughest years of both of our lives. And when you get here tonight I want you to sit right there (points to the front row) and get a very good view of everything I’m about to put Kloe through.
Silas: And next you’ll want thank your agent, Silas Mason, for making your dream a reality.
One voice manages to bring a crashing halt to absolutely everything. All of the joy, all of the excitement, all the threats, they abruptly end the moment Silas Mason’s digitized voice filters through the speakers.
Taylor’s eyes snap to the stage where her former agent is slouched in a wheelchair. His fingers navigate the chair by method of pressing a series of keys on a small pad built into the arm rest. A collection of speakers are attached to the keys as well, which provide Silas with a voice…a computerized voice, but a voice nevertheless. Somewhere, someplace, Stephen Hawking is unleashing a guttural growl over this blatant mimicking of his appearance.
Silas: This is like the pride of a father feels when he watches his daughter walk down the isle. I am sooo proud of you Baby Doll. There is no doubt in my mind that if it were not for my fatherly guidence, you would not be standing there this very moment holding that World Title.
Taylor wants to argue against Silas’ belief…..actually she wants to do a lot more than just argue with Silas. A the moment she visualizes ripping his head off of his shoulders and shoving it straight up his narrow ass, and only resists the temptation to do so given the bevvy of loyal clients that surrounded him. Silas does not come to the stage alone.
Standing at his side, there’s the recently debuted Mrs. Budde, who knocked out Amanda Blayze at the End of the Year Special via the mafia kick, costing Blayze the Queen of the Ring Title.
There’s the shrewd Lenore Price-Mason, perhaps Silas’ most eager pupil.
There’s the gorgeous Sienna Swann, assuming a duel role as both wrestler and nurse, tended to her patient Silas.
There’s the Dragon, Angelica Jones, the most intimidating of all Silas’ clients.
Then there’s Marie Jones, the Phoenix, Silas’ new crowned jewel.
While Sienna’s hands are occupied dabbing a wet wash-clothe across Silas’ brow, Marie’s hand is occupied by a microphone which she will use with the intention of making Taylor’s brow break out into sweat.
Marie: How dare you, Tay-Tay, if you’re thinking people for helping you win the World Title, Silas Mason’s name should have been the first one to come out of your lips.
Taylor: The only thing that Silas wants is to keep me pinned under his boot. Do yourself a favor, Marie, get away from Silas while you can, before he ruins you the same way he’s tried to ruin me.
Marie: Heh….
These warnings result in so much laughter from Marie, with no attempt made to hide it.
Marie: Anything Silas did to you in the past, you had coming.
Taylor: Excuse me?
Marie: If you showed your agent just a LIL appreciation, he wouldn’t have had us in Silas World jump you backstage before your World Title match. When we removed your titanium knee brace, it was to send a message to you, that Silas is to be appreciated for everything that he’s done on your behalf. If it wasn’t for him, you never would have had that knee brace in the first place, so by disrespecting him, by threatening him, by allowing your sister to assault him, he was well within his right to take that knee brace back.
Taylor: First of all, I have no control over who my sister attacks, and second, you need to stop talking about things you don’t understand Fire-Crotch. I don’t owe Silas a thing. The man did everything in his power to set up one roadblock after another between me and reclaiming that championship. He’ll do the same thing to you the second you decide to grow a brain of your own, Marie.
With her head shaking, and her lips sneering, Marie makes her way down the ramp. Lenore, Sienna and Mrs. Budde follow behind. Angelica hangs back, standing sentinel over Silas.
Marie: Unlike you, Tay, I DO have a brain, which is exactly why I sided with Silas. That’s not where our differences end though….
Taylor: Oh, there are PLENTY of differences between us.
Marie: Yes there are, cause see, I’m not like you in the sense that I’m willing to do whatever I have to to one day wear that belt you have flung over your forearm.
Taylor takes the title from her bicep and intentionally taunts the encroaching Marie with it. As the belt rises above Taylor’s head, Marie rises onto the apron. Eventually she slips through the ropes and stands face to face with the World Champion.
Marie: While you were resistant to employ Silas’ methods to win matches, I am not.
Mrs. Budde, Sienna and Lenore climb up onto the aprons of the ring, Taylor and Orlando realizing that they have just been surrounded.
Marie: Like I said, I’m willing to do whatever I have to in order to wear title gold.
Suddenly Mrs. Budde comes rushing in behind Taylor only to have the World Champion spin around and deck her across the jaw, staggering her back. Lenore Price-Mason then comes charging at Tay and finds herself side stepped. Lenore’s intended attack is avoided by Taylor, who pushes Lenore right along into the waiting arms of Orlando. He manages to take Lenore’s arms and pin them behind her back, keeping her from getting involved. Taylor then makes a pre-emptive move towards Sienna, who had remained on the apron this whole time without joining in on the assault. But the second Sienna spots Taylor coming towards her, Sienna makes Tay pay for her over-eagerness. Sienna reaches out, grabs the back of Taylor’s head and leaps off the apron, dragging her throat down into the top rope.
The whiplash closes Taylor’s throat and sends her staggering back towards the waiting clutches of Marie.
Wait, it’s not Marie’s hands that are employed to victimize Taylor, it’s Marie’s knee. The slacks that cover Marie’s leg are pulled up to reveal the titanium knee brace she was wearing beneath the fabric. Marie quickly takes to the air, extends her knee and returns the brace to the very woman it was stolen from.
Taylor turns just in time to be smacked in the jaw with the same titanium knee brace that has led to so many countless victories for her in the past. Now it’s turned against her, used to ensure her destruction rather than her success.
Sparkles: Marie using Taylor’s own knee brace against her!
Greyson: What an inauspicious start to 2015. I can’t imagine this is how Taylor wanted her second World Title reign to begin.
The concussing TKO just delivered by Marie has Taylor sprawled across the canvas with a bruise already forming under her chin. Not only does Marie do Taylor the dishonor of using the knee brace against her, but now Marie takes ANOTHER of Taylor’s belongings. She picks up the World Championship belt, overlooks it and truly admires her reflection in the gold plate. Finally the title is tossed back into Taylor’s unconscious face.
Greyson: What brazen disrespect being shown to Taylor by her former Silas World compatriots.
Sparkles: They’ve completely ruined her lil’ celebration here.
Try as he may to lend some aid to his wife, Orlando has been neutralized. A foot is wedged to his throat by Mrs. Budde, using her leg strength to keep Orlando’s back pinned against the turnbuckle. Meanwhile Lenore has her shoulder wedged to Orlando’s gut, restraining him as well.
Both Lenore and Budde continue to hold Orlando at bay and leave him incapable of lending aid to his unconscious wife. Instead assistance is provided to Orlando’s spouse by Scott Cannon. Former Silas World member and Taylor’s stalker comes sliding into the ring. His arrival cues an immediate departure by Sienna, Marie, Lenore and Budde, the four diving out of harm’s way.
To no one’s surprise Scott does not give pursuit, instead he lingers in the ring, checking on the condition of his beloved Taylor. But the first person she sees when her eyes force their way open, belongs to Orlando. He is crouched over her and propping her head in his arms.
Sienna, Marie, Lenore and Budde finally join Silas on the stage, surrounding their agent as he types on his keyboard.
Silas: You will respect me Baby Doll. You will appreciate me.
The message sent to Taylor is heard loud and clear, the swelling of her jaw selling the sincerity of Silas’ comments.
Greyson: This is NOT how I imagined, nor would have desired, 2015 starting off.
Sparkles: Tay-Tay assaulted by Silas World, I wonder how this is going to affect her match against Kloe Masters inside of that cage later tonight.
BACKSTAGE
A set of double doors part, bursting open and making way for a fuming Kloe Masters. She steps into the backstage corridor, but she does NOT come alone. Trailing behind her is an individual who’s expertise Kloe has employed on numerous occasions over the past several months. Samantha Hodgson, Kloe’s legal-council, follows her client while talking on an IPhone and holding a briefcase that sways to her side. While Samantha conducts business, Kloe looks to be ALL business. Her glare is the type you wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of. Clearly the FORMER Majority Owner is NOT taking kindly to the news that she’ll be stepping inside of a steel cage with Taylor Chase later tonight. Greyson and Sparkles confer about this, their voices filtering into the background.
Greyson: Looks like Kloe Masters is here to face her punishment.
Sparkles: Yeppers. But she’s got Samantha Hodgson along with her, and that sends up a couple of red flags.
Greyson: Indeed.
Sparkles: I have a feeling Kloe is going to try everything in her power to get out of that cage match against our new World Champion, Taylor tonight.
Greyson: The very woman who is responsible for costing Kloe her ownership and putting an end to the Sinistry.
Sparkles: But will she put an end to Kloe in the cage before all is said and done?
Judging by the expression on Kloe’s face, Taylor is going to have a very hard time putting her down when they set foot in the cage later this evening, a match that has already been complicated via Silas World’s attack on Taylor mere moments ago.
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BACKSTAGE
The ill-effects of Silas World’s assault on Taylor at the start of tonight’s telecast continue to plague her. She is slouched over in a chair backstage, rubbing at her jaw after Marie Jones’ titanium knee brace assisted TKO delivered against her jaw. Some aid to Tay is provided by the man who crouches at her side. Scott Cannon, her ‘friend’, continues to be a valuable asset, having sent Silas World, the very group that just attacked her, scurrying from the ring before they could inflict any further damage on the World Champion. And now Scott is stood in Tay’s dressing room providing her with a Styrofoam cup full of water.
Scott: Here you go mate, drink this down.
Without thinking about it Taylor takes the cup from Scott’s hand. It isn’t until the water is put to Taylor’s lips that her mind switches back on and her guard goes up.
Taylor: Whooooa…(the cup pulls away from her mouth)…what’s in this?
She cautiously studies the contents of the cup. Scott can only sigh in response to Tay’s skepticism.
Scott: Relax, it’s just water.
Taylor: Are you sure? I remember what happened after I took the last drink you gave me.
Scott: Can’t we get past that?
Taylor: Oh I’m sorry, am I being a little too vindictive? I guess I should just get over the fact that you had me drugged and took compromising photos of me while I was unconscious.
Scott: That was-that was a different time, Tay. I was-I was operating on orders.
Taylor: So were the Nazis.
Scott: Are you seriously comparing me to a Nazi?
Taylor: If the jackboots fit.
Scott: Are you ever going to be able to forgive me? I mean, I’m doing everything I can to make up for my past.
Taylor: My trust is a very hard thing to earn, and at one time, you had it. Then you went and you pissed on it.
Scott looks legitimately emotional at the thought that his actions destroyed his ‘relationship’ with Taylor.
Scott: You WILL trust me again.
The crouching Scott straightens his back, standing tall at the side of his wounded ‘friend.’
Scott: Silas caused all of this, he had me drug you, and he had Marie attack you. Tonight, I’m going to put an end to him.
In a bold move Scott puts his gloved palm on Taylor’s shoulder, the first physical contact the two have truly shared since the dissolution of their unique bond.
Orlando: Take your hands off my wife.
No sooner has Orlando stepped into the dressing room, holding a cup of water that he just went to fetch for his wife, before we see him bursting with anger. The cup is tossed to the ground so that Orlando can free his hands and use them to mangle Scott’s face. Only a few steps are taken towards Scott by Orlando to get Scott to back off.
Orlando: You never put your hands on her again!
Orlando makes an attempt to get HIS hands on Scott, only to have Tay subdue those hands to her husband’s sides. She leaps from her chair and stands in front of Orlando, wrapping her arms around his waist, restraining him.
Taylor: Don’t….
Orlando: I’d rip your heart out if you had one….
This deranged threat is directed at the back peddling Cannon, who keeps his palms defensively raised.
Taylor: Orlando, please.
Scott: I’ll make things right. I promise you, Tay.
The snarling breaths of Orlando are so loud it almost makes it difficult to hear Scott’s proclamation. Scott exits the room in a hurry, leaving Tay to deal with her husband’s rage.
Orlando: I’m going to kill that bastard.
The door to the room re-opens just after it had closed when Scott made his exit. Now it serves as entrance for Kelcey Wallace, the Perfect 10 arriving with her belongings stuffed in a gym bag.
Kelcey: Hey guys, sorry for getting here so late….
Kelcey stops talking the second she gets a glimpse of the bruised tissue around Taylor’s chin, and the fire in Orlando’s eyes.
Kelcey: What did I miss?
IN RING
Sienna: Taylor, honey, I hope you are starting to get the point.
The South African Superstar, Sienna Swann, has taken to the ring yet again. Mere moments after she contributed to having Taylor Chase laid out in the center of it, Sienna paces the squared circle. She clutches a microphone and finds her back flanked by the woman who possesses the most devastating mafia kick known to woman and man, Mrs. Budde. The two loyal Silas World proponents desire to gloat about their actions at the start of Riot, and what Sienna desires, she gets.
Sienna: Believe it or not pumpkin, Silas World dropped you in this ring not because we WANT to hurt you, it’s because we WANT to help you.
Okay….time-out…the crowd HAS to bat an eye and arch a brow in response to that last statement.
Sienna: You need Silas Mason, you need Silas World. Without us, you’re doomed. Just imagine how long your title reign will be with the angelic Sienna supporting you, and with the lethal Mrs. Budde knocking out anyone who dares step up to challenge you.
Mrs. Budde lifts her foot, the very one that knocked out Amanda Blayze at the End of the Year Special, and stomps it against the canvas.
Sienna: You saw what Mrs. Budde did to Amanda Blayze, that dirty whore who tried to steal your husband away from you. With one kick Mrs. Budde made Amanda pay for the way Blayze flirted with your precious Orlando. If Mrs. Budde could take out a woman who prides herself on her MMA skills with one kick, imagine what Budde will do to anyone who….
Amanda: There you are!
You speak Amanda Blayze’s name, she makes you regret it. There is a pretty sizeable pop for Blayze as she makes her way to the stage, lingering there with tensed muscles and an even tenser stare. The mic in her hand is squeezed with such friction that it threatens to explode in her palm.
Amanda: I’ve been looking everywhere for the two of you.
An unabashed smile inches across Sienna’s cheeks.
Sienna: Really? I would think with my looks I wouldn’t be very hard to find. I tend to stand out.
Amanda: Oh, you definitely make an impression Sienna. Just not a good impression
Sienna: Pfft, yeah, whatever. I’m done now. Let us return to Silas, Mrs. Budde.
Sienna attempts to exit the ring, but only gets a leg through the ropes before Amanda forces her to slow her roll.
Amanda: WHOA-WHOA! Hold up. You two leaving?
Sienna: What does it look like?
Amanda: It looks to me like you two are running.
Sienna: Running?
Laughter follows Sienna’s words.
Sienna: Why would I run from you? Have you already forgotten what Mrs. Budde did to you?
Mrs. Budde: Maybe my kick gave her a concussion.
Sienna: That, coupled with all her drug abuse, has probably seriously impaired her memory.
The fact that Sienna is reminding Amanda of the way that Sienna had her drugged several moments ago, is only digging a deeper and deeper and deeper grave for Sienna.
Amanda: Ladies-ladies-ladies, you do enjoy taking your shots at me, don’t you?
Sienna: Immensely.
Amanda: Well I’m sure I’ll get just as much fun taking shots at the two of you. You call yourself an angel, Sienna, well it’s time to introduce you to my demon. Budde, you do have one nasty kick, but you’ll find my fist across your face can be equally as nasty. Let’s see if you can nail that kick of yours when you’re not coming at me from behind, and you’re standing directly in my crosshairs.
Amanda is inching dangerously close to the ring.
Amanda: How about someone get a ref out here, and let’s have ourselves a HANDICAP MATCH. Time to kill two bitches with one FIST.
With clinched knuckles Amanda slides into the ring and begins to throw her fist right into the face of Sienna. The crowd pops so loud that the commentators Sparkles and Greyson have trouble speaking over this ovation.
Sparkles: It’s a new year, but it’s the same old chaos.
Greyson: Amanda going head to head with Mrs. Budde and Sienna Swann, the two who cost her the Queen of the Ring Championship at the End of the Year Special.
Sparkles: If Amanda isn’t careful she’s going to end up being knocked out with another mafia kick from Budde.
AMANDA BLAYZE VS. SIENNA SWANN & MRS. BUDDE
The arrival of referee Michelle Blacker pretty much makes this impromptu handicap match official. Although she’s arriving a little late to the party, Michelle still enters the ring, chimes the bell and gets the match started in spite of the fact that the brawl is already on its way.
The inexperienced Sienna keeps her head protected from the rain of devastating blows delivered by a woman she has pushed too far over the past year. Amanda throws rapid fire shots to both sides of Sienna’s skull, batting her back into the turnbuckle where she is continuing to shield her beautiful face. Finally Mrs. Budde interjects, rushing into a double axehandle across Amanda’s back. This blow knocks Amanda to her knees, her shoulder wedged to Sienna’s stomach.
An explosion of forearms are delivered by an irate Sienna, who does not take kindly to the punches delivered to her face. She then throws a few knees straight up and straight into Amanda’s jaw. All the while Mrs. Budde continues to stomp at Amanda’s back.
Greyson: Looks to me like Amanda picked a fight she couldn’t possibly win.
Sparkles: Anger drives people to do some pretty stupid things. I got so angry at Jim Varney that I punched him in the face.
Greyson: Isn’t Jim Varney dead?
Sparkles: Yep, Sparkles still has blisters on my hands from doing all that digging.
Greyson: So you actually dug up Jim Varney just to punch him in the face? What would possess you to do such a horrible thing?
Sparkles: Apparently you haven’t seen Ernest Goes to Africa.
The forearms and the knees being delivered by Sienna and Budde have Amanda absolutely overwhelmed. Eventually they pummel her all the way down to her stomach, Amanda stretched across the canvas on her gut. Yet even though they have Amanda laid out their assault never stops, in fact, it just becomes more vicious. Sienna drops to her knees and grabs the back of Amanda’s head, grinding her face back and forth across the canvas. All the while Budde is moving around Amanda’s body, stomping at every limb in the process. Finally Sienna forces Amanda up to her feet by the hair, charges her across the ring and throws her through the ropes to the outside of the ring.
Sparkles: Note to self, never piss off Sienna Swann.
Greyson: It looks like she has quite the temper.
Sparkles: And Amanda is just discovering this.
Sienna steps through the ropes, getting a foot to the apron before Amanda reaches up from the mats and grabs that foot. Amanda rips Sienna’s leg right out from under her, causing her to collapse onto her back across the apron. Budde darts across the ring to aid Sienna only to find HERSELF caught off guard. Amanda leaps from the mats, dives over Sienna, lunges through the ropes and catches Budde around the hip. Amanda pulls Budde down to the canvas into a school boy before standing up and taking advantage of Budde’s elevated legs. Amanda swings around them then falls to her back, applying a figure four leg lock that has Budde grimacing in pain and the crowd cheering at the top of their lungs.
Sparkles: Amanda just caught Budde completely off guard with that figure four.
Greyson: She’s looking to take out that very leg that cost her the Queen of the Ring Championship via the mafia kick.
The hold is locked in tight and has Budde’s face twisting into an expression of both pain and anger, yet the thought of taping out never once enters her mind. She holds on long enough for Sienna to come to her rescue. Sienna slides back into the ring and goes after Amanda, but what Sienna didn’t count on was that her rival possesses borderline superhuman awareness.
Amanda breaks her figure four on Budde, leaps to her feet and then wedges those very feet to Sienna’s gut. Amanda takes Sienna around the back of the head then drops back, monkey flipping Sienna over back first right into the chest of a seated Budde.
Sparkles: Oh what da hale was that!?!
Greyson: Amanda using her opponents against one another.
Sparkles: Not fair, she’s taking advantage of Sienna. Sienna is a rookie.
Budde and Sienna attempt to get to their feet, but Blayze is right there to cut them back down to the canvas. She charges towards Budde and catches her with a spinning back fist across the side of the face, sending Budde spiraling towards one of the turnbuckles. Amanda then turns back towards Sienna and charges at her only to have Sienna reach up, grab Amanda by the bangs and then force her down face first into the canvas. Sienna just throws Amanda down into the ring, causing her face to bounce off of it. She then rolls onto her back, stretched across the canvas and exposed to the tag team move from her ever dangerous opponents. Sienna rushes into the arms of Budde, who scoops her partner up into the air and then throws Sienna down with a scoop slam across Amanda’s ribs
Sienna then rolls away from Amanda and into the turnbuckle, climbing up it to the middle rope. She then shouts at Budde to throw Amanda to her. That’s exactly what Budde does, stand Amanda up and whip her head right into the waiting legs of Sienna.
Swann extends her legs, wraps them around Amanda’s arms and now Swann begins to pull her legs back towards the turnbuckle. As a result Amanda’s forehead is driven repeatedly into the middle turnbuckle pad. Swann repeatedly uses her legs to swing Amanda’s face into the corner over and over again. She then removes her legs from Amanda’s arms and takes her around the head with both hands. Swann leaps out of the corner, twists around and eventually comes down to her knees pulling Amanda’s face down into the canvas. A tornado face buster connects, causing Amanda to roll over to her back, but this is not a position she stays in for very long.
Budde steps in and grabs Amanda by the legs, tucking them under her armpits and then dropping back into a catapult. Amanda is sent flying right into the very same turnbuckle she was just spun out of. Amanda’s face bounces off of the turnbuckle and she goes staggering back into Budde’s waiting arms. A Russian leg sweep takes Amanda over. Yet even after the move is successfully delivered, Budde keeps hold of Amanda’s shoulder while continuing to lock one of her legs around one of Amanda’s.
Budde rolls over backwards, pulling Amanda along with her until both athletes are back on their feet. Budde then steps aside and lets Sienna charge in behind a disorientated Amanda, catching her by the back of the head and driving her down face first into the canvas with a two handed bulldog.
Greyson: This is the risk one runs when making a challenge to a handicap match.
Sparkles: Amanda should have known better.
The bulldog has Amanda laid out in prime position for the pinfall. Sienna takes advantage, crawling in and hooking Amanda’s leg with one of her own while wedging a forearm against Amanda’s face.
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No….Amanda refuses to be pinned by the woman who has repeatedly victimized her over the past four months. Amanda rolls away from Sienna, but doesn’t get very far before Sienna crawls in beside her, takes a handful of hair, lifts Amanda’s head from the canvas and now begins to deliver repeated headbutts across the back of it. Sienna then pulls Amanda up to her knees, wraps an arm around her neck and hits a snap DDT.
Once again Amanda finds herself on the receiving end of a pinfall, Sienna open leg straddling Amanda’s stomach and holding her wrists down to the canvas.
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Amazingly Amanda manages to get her shoulder off the canvas once again. Neither Sienna nor Budde are about to tolerate this kick out. Sienna drags Amanda up by her wrist and then guides that wrist into Budde’s clutches. She grabs hold of Amanda’s wrist, pulls her along to her feet and then yanks her forward into a short arm clothesline. Amanda collapses to her back before being dragged back up to her feet and pulled into ANOTHER short arm clothesline. Budde keeps hold of Amanda’s wrist and tugs on it, dragging Amanda along to her feet and into a THIRD short arm…NUTTIN…Amanda ducks the arm, swings around behind Budde, wedges hands to her spine and shoves her along head first right into Sienna. The two crack skulls and subsequently Sienna goes staggering back into the ropes then spilling through them.
Budde spills as well, just not out of the ring. Instead she backs right up into Amanda’s arms. Amanda clamps on tight with a rear waist lock before snapping back into a German suplex. Budde is dumped on the back of her head and neck while Amanda swings her hips, pulling Budde along back to her feet and then delivering a SECOND German suplex. Budde crashes into the canvas with such force and then is dragged from it into position for a THIRD German. But Budde tries to counter, rushing across the ring and pulling Amanda along behind her. Budde drops down in front of the ropes that Sienna is presently standing behind. As a result Amanda is sent flying over Budde and flying shoulder first right through the ropes and right into Sienna’s ribs. There goes Sienna, twisting to the outside of the ring, and Budde is about to follow.
She comes charging in behind Amanda who manages to turn, stoop and catch Budde coming in with a back drop over the ropes. But Budde catches the top cable, floats over and lands on the apron instead of crashing to the outside mats. She then bends down to re-enter the ring only to have Amanda flip back and crack her in the top of the head with a pele kick.
The blow knocks Budde nearly out cold, sending her buckling from the apron and landing beside Sienna. The two attempt to recover before Amanda impedes their recovery by rushing across the ring, diving over the top rope and taking them both out with a big senton plancha.
Greyson: Amanda going airborne to take out both of her adversaries!
Sparkles: I do hope Sienna’s boobs are okay. Maybe I should check them to make sure their holding up well.
Greyson: Good luck with that Sparkles.
Amanda’s back bounces off the shoulders of Budde and Sienna, landing on her feet then lunging up onto the barricade. She throws a leg over it and throws her arms into the air, getting the crowd amped up. After playing to the crowd Amanda goes back after her rivals, Sienna in particular. Amanda unleashes all of her pint up frustrations on the South African import, blasting her across the temple with repeated forearms and then nailing her across the sternum with knife edge chops. Sienna rolls into the ring while Amanda picks Budde up at ringside and hits her with a harsh snap suplex across the thin protective mats. Amanda then returns to the apron, keeping after Sienna.
Sparkles: Leave our angel alone Amanda.
Greyson: To be fair, Sienna deserves everything that Amanda is unleashing on her in this handicap match.
Nothing, not even Sparkles’ pleads will keep Sienna from receiving the injuries Amanda is about to subject her to. The opportunity that Amanda has been waiting for for months finally presents itself. Sienna, the woman who contributed to having Amanda drugged and then photographed in compromising positions, Sienna, the woman who was instrumental in spreading rumors about Amanda’s affair with Orlando Cruze, Sienna, the woman who aided in costing Amanda the Queen of the Ring Championship, Sienna, the woman about to pay for everything she’s done to Amanda.
Amanda cracks her knuckles and retracts them to black Sienna’s eyes only to find herself BLACKED OUT. Amanda turns just in time to spot Budde charging in behind her, but does not react in time to prevent having her face crushed by the mafia kick.
Greyson: That DEVASTATING mafia kick unleashed again!
Sparkles: And with the same effect, Amanda looks to be out cold. Serves her right for threatening our sweet angel Sienna.
The sound of Budde’s boot nailing skull echoes throughout the arena, the crowd gasping as the sound enters their ears. The fans stand and cringe but Amanda is going down and she is out. Her eyes are closed and won’t be opening for a while after that sickeningly stiff mafia kick. Sienna realizes that Amanda is out, hence why she now has the courage to crawl towards Amanda and playfully with Amanda’s hair. Budde just stands back and takes heavy breaths, her thoughts on what she just did to Amanda are hard to read. Before anymore can be done to Amanda, referee Blacker backs Sienna off. The referee returns to Amanda’s side, stoops down and checks on her condition. When Blacker can’t get a response out of her, the referee throws her arms into the air and crosses them into a ‘X.’
Greyson: Oh man, Amanda must really be out after that kick.
Sparkles: She ain’t movin’.
Indeed, Amanda just lays there, more vegetative than a can of sweet peas. She is not cognizant of the fact that the referee is throwing out the match on account of an apparent injury, nor is Amanda aware that Sienna is skipping around her laid out body, with Sienna tussling blonde hair and showing off for the crowd. Try as the crowd may not to focus on Sienna, she demands their attention, especially when joining with Budde, beginning to exit the ring and only pausing to blow a kiss in Amanda’s direction.
Greyson: For God sakes Sienna, haven’t you done enough?
Sparkles: She got to rub salt in them wounds, Lovejoy. And then Sienna can come over here and rub anything she likes on me. I’m partial to peanut butter though.
Greyson: This is just despicable. Though I guess I shouldn’t expect anything less from Silas World.
Sienna has to coerce Budde to exit the ring, because she’s standing above Amanda frozen like a statue. Budde examines the unconscious Amanda, studying the injury she inflicted very closely. As Budde finally departs the ring, two EMTS come sliding into it, checking on Amanda’s condition.
Greyson: This is very serious ladies and gentlemen, Amanda Blayze hasn’t moved since she took that mafia kick from Mrs. Budde. We’ll stay on top of this situation…
Sparkles: But it ain’t lookin’ good for Amanda right now.
BACKSTAGE
We wish we could say that cameras were switching to a less troubling scene, but then that would make us great big liars. Focus shifts from the EMTS lending aid to Amanda Blayze in the ring to Samantha Hodgson lending aid to Kloe Masters backstage. Kloe is shown leaning with her shoulder to a wall and looking down into the manila folder that Hodgson is extending towards her. An instrumental version of the Riot theme song is playing in the background, along with the voices of Greyson and Sparkles.
Greyson: Oh what a surprise. Kloe Masters doing precisely what she does best.
Sparkles: Plotting.
Greyson: Me thinks it’s just as you speculated earlier, Sparkles. Kloe and Hodgson look like their formulating some type of plan to get Kloe out of that Cage Match against Taylor Chase later tonight.
The document now taken from the manila folder is very carefully studied by Kloe. What she reads seems to bring the faintest hint of a grin to her mug.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
A long, pearl stairwell surrounded by a vast nothingness.
A number of IWC combatants are stood at the precipice of the stairwell, looking at the imperceptible darkness at the top of it.
There’s Ethan Von Aaron, Serenity, Gavin Taylor, Cassidy Haze, Tina Valentine, Alana Starr, Marie Jones and a handful of others standing shoulder to shoulder, all of their eyes focused at the top of the stairwell. Finally what sounds like a boulder rolling can be heard in the background as a giant cement door begins to open at the top of the staircase. When the door slips aside, a blinding white light appears in the aperture left behind. This light transforms into the words….
INVICTUS II:
BELIEVE!
A hesitant Tina is the first to lift her foot and place it on the stairwell, beginning the climb to the top.
BACKSTAGE
The ill-effects of Silas World’s assault on Amanda Blayze are more than transparent when cameras find her stooping in a chair in the locker-room. Amanda’s hand cups her cheek, which suffered a sickeningly stiff Mafia Kick before the commercial. The blow initially rendered her dead to the world, but luckily she has managed to regain consciousness, just not in time to make Mrs. Budde pay for knocking her out. Just as she begins to acclimate herself to her surroundings a glass of water enters her peripheral view.
Scott: Looks like you can use this.
Amanda instinctively reaches out to take the cup only to stop when she realizes who it is that’s offering it to her. Her eyes cut from the Styrofoam to the stoic, looking up into Scott Cannon’s face. She quickly leans back in her chair, lifts her foot and kicks the cup right out of Scott’s hand.
Amanda: You twisted son of a bitch…..
A justifiably hostile Amanda lunges to her feet, grabs Scott by the shirt and pushes him back first into the wall.
Amanda: You think I’d take anything from you?
Amanda tilts her head in the direction of the cup she just knocked out of Scott’s hand.
Scott: Relax-relax, the cup had water in it, nothing else.
Amanda: Bullshit! I KNOW you and Sienna spiked my drink, I know you two drugged me in that bar, I know you two put me in that emergency room. Don’t even try to deny it.
Scott: I had no intention to.
This response leaves Amanda more than a little confused.
Scott: That’s why I’m here, to confess. You’re right about everything, Sienna and I had you drugged. All to set you up, and all under Silas’ orders.
Amanda: No surprise there. You and he have been trying to destroy my credibility since the day the two of you set foot in this company. Do you even care that you almost KILLED ME!?!
Amanda references the night she spent in a hospital barely drawing oxygen into her lungs thanks to overdosing on the narcotics that Scott had slipped into her drink.
Scott: At the time I did it, no. But now that I’m trying to turn over a new leaf, now that I’ve thought about my actions, yes, yes I do care. I’m sorry.
Amanda: You’re sorry? YOU’RE SORRY!?!
Amanda uses her grip on Scott’s shirt to throw him across the room. He just barely keeps his footing, grabbing hold of the chair that Amanda was sitting on top of.
Amanda: You think an apology fixes anything? You think it makes up for what you did to me!?!
Scott: No, it won’t. There’s only one way to make things right….I have to destroy Silas Mason….and you’re going to help me.
Once again Amanda finds herself struck by a response she hadn’t anticipated.
Amanda: Just-just-just GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!
Scott realizes the futility of trying to reason with Amanda, hence why he’s leaving before she can finish her sentence. Once he’s out the door Amanda grabs the chair in the center of the room and sends it flipping into the wall.
Amanda: I’m going to kill that son of a bitch!
IN-RING
The cacophony of screams bombard Kloe Masters. Nonetheless she steps through the curtains and to the stage. With Samantha Hodgson remaining behind her the pair comes to a halt at the edge of the ramp, staring down it towards the ring and towards a very indignant crowd. The fans aren’t the only ones short with Kloe though, evident by the tones of Greyson and Sparkles, who speak up in the background.
Greyson: As if 2015 wasn’t already off to a pretty miserable start.
Sparkles: First Taylor attacked, then Blayze laid out, and now Kloe Masters is here. It just keeps getting worse and worse and worse.
Greyson: Our FORMER President standing on the stage and not looking even the slightest bit happy.
Sparkles: She’s probably upset with whoever cut her hair.
Greyson: Uuuuh no, I think what she’s upset about, is how 2014 closed the books on her reign as owner and the tyranny of the Sinistry.
Sparkles: Plus, she has to compete in a Steel Cage match against the woman responsible for the loss of her power and for the loss of the Sinistry.
Greyson: If Taylor Chase is going to be in any condition to compete against Kloe in the cage, after the way she was attacked by Marie Jones at the start of the show.
Kloe: You think you have my back against the wall, huh?
These are the first words Kloe has spoken publicly since losing everything.
Kloe: I gather that Orlando (Cruze) and Taylor (Chase) are overjoyed at the thought that I’m entirely at their mercy. Am I right? I mean, they seemed to be getting off on that thought in the ring earlier tonight when they announced that I would be WRESTLING tonight, in a Steel Cage no less.
Although many would presumably be horrified beyond belief at the thought of entering a cage and facing the wrath of Taylor Chase, Kloe’s reaction is just the opposite. She seems amused by the premise of battling Taylor, hence her grin and her upbeat disposition.
Kloe: Ooooh my, they really got me good, didn’t they? I guess I should be shivering and leaving little puddles in my panties. That’s how I’m SUPPOSED to react, isn’t it?
Her grin only widens.
Kloe: I don’t think so.
Kloe sticks out her arm and snaps her fingers, Hodgson sliding a manila folder into Kloe’s palm.
Kloe: Although I may no longer be the President of the IWC thanks to Taylor Chase and her ‘victory’ at the End of the Year Special over Ba’al, I am not without power. I still have influence, and I still have CONTROL.
The manila folder is pressed to Kloe’s chest, holding it near and dear to her heart.
Kloe: I might not have control over the IWC, but what I DO have control of, are Orlando’s CHILDREN. I know the one thing that Orlando loves more than this company is our kids. He, like myself, would do anything for them, including cater to my every single demand in order to continue being part of their lives. After our divorce, we agreed on joint custody, but now that some time has passed and Orlando’s TRUE character has been revealed, I don’t think it’s wise to expose my kids to the toxic environment that is my ex-husband’s home. He and his wife, Taylor, are in no way, shape or form, fit to raise children. I will NOT allow Taylor to corrupt my children against me, and I won’t see Orlando psychologically abuse them like he’s done to me over so many years…
Greyson: This is total and compete horse-shit. Seriously, Orlando gave Kloe a job for Christ sakes, even after their history together, even after their divorce. Not very many ex-husbands would do that for their ex-wives.
Sparkles: Yeah, Orlando is a saint. Saints can be bald right?
Greyson: Last I checked baldness does not exclude one from sainthood.
Sparkles: What about being a puppet?
Greyson: That just might.
The folder recently placed in Kloe’s palm is now elevated above Kloe’s head.
Kloe: I have here in my hand the custody agreement that our lawyers had drawn up, Orlando. Well, I just so happened to have Samantha Hodgson, one of my many legal consultants, take a look at this document and employ her cunning mind to find every single loop-hole around it. She ensures me that there are a few, and she has also promised to vehemently represent me as I take you to court for SOLE custody of our children. You should be receiving the court summons as we speak.
The fans couldn’t be anymore disgusted with Kloe even if she changed her name to Paulie Shore
Kloe: Buuuut, we can avoid all of that Orlando, if you call off your dog, Tay-Tay, and put a stop to this Steel Cage match later tonight.
Yep, that did it. It took Kloe threatening to assume full custody of her children to make her more reviled than an Adam Sadler movie.
Kloe: Do the smart thing, Orlando, call off this cage match and MAYBE I’ll allow you to continue being a part of our children’s lives….maybe.
With that, the one woman who is more internationally despised than a George Lucas remaster, makes her way through the curtains, allowing her threat to linger and to resonate. Cameras instantly cut to Greyson and Sparkles at the commentary table so the two can properly sell the magnitude of Kloe’s demands. We, the audience, can see that Greyson is more than a little perturbed, shaking his head condemningly. Naturally, the puppet Sparkles just sits there with that same crazed, unchanging look upon his face.
Greyson: What is wrong with Kloe Masters?
Sparkles: Besides that haircut?
Greyson: What kind of despicable human being…no…no….at this point I refuse to even call her a human being. I mean, what possesses someone to threaten to take a man’s children away from them? I’m just sick to my stomach.
Sparkles: I’m sick to my stomach too.
Greyson: Actually, that’s probably just because I forgot to clip my fingernails.
Sparkles: And their in my stomach right now? You filthy hippee!
BACKSTAGE
No sooner do Kloe Masters and Samantha Hodgson pass through the curtains into the guerilla position before they’re inundated with questions. The bubbly backstage correspondent Susie Moore, arm still in a sling after multiple attacks by Kordy in recent weeks, comes rushing up to the pair, her good hand clutching a microphone.
Susie: Kloe-Kloe-Kloe-Kloe-Kloe-Kloe….
The mere sight of Susie is enough to annoy Kloe, so being forced to hear Susie’s voice is absolutely grating on the former president’s nerves. Nerves that were already tested by Orlando forcing her into a Steel Cage match later this evening.
Hodgson: If you have questions, Suzanne, then I suggest you direct them right here.
Hodgson puts one palm to Susie’s chest, and the other hand is used to point to her own face.
Hodgson: My client is far too aggravated at the moment to answer any questions. So I’LL handle any inquires on her behalf.
Susie: Inquiries? But my door doesn’t swing that way….Maybe once, back in senior year of high-school.
Hodgson: Just get on with your questions.
Susie: Okie dokie. Is it true that Kloe really wants to take Orlando’s kiddies away from him?
Hodgson: No. She doesn’t WANT to take her kids away from their father, she NEEDS to. Her decision is being made under duress. Put yourself in her shoes for a moment, Susie….
Susie: I can’t, I can only fit my feet in a child’s size four.
Hodgson: Not literally. (Swipes hands through the air) Any-any-anyway, what I’m trying to get you to understand….
Susie has gone cross-eyed, examining a gnat that has just landed on the tip of her nose.
Hodgson: Forget it. Bottom line is, Kloe is not about to let her children be subjected to the same type of abuse that she’s been forced to endure. It’s downright malicious that Orlando would force his ex-wife into a Steel Cage match. Any court of law would see that as a clear cut indication of the very abuse Kloe has been suffering at Orlando’s hands for years. I intend on arguing just that when the custody case comes in front of a judge.
Susie: So you’re really going to sue for custody if Orlando doesn’t cancel the cage match tonight?
Hodgson: You really are as stupid as you look. You haven’t heard a word I or Kloe have said, but I hope Orlando has. Because if he doesn’t call off the cage match, he can wave bye-bye to his kids.
Fingers snap beside Hodgson’s ear, Kloe insisting that Hodgson lean in closer so that the former President can whisper in her lawyer’s ear. A smile cuts across Hodgson’s face the longer she listens.
Hodgson: And furthermore, if Orlando doesn’t agree to reinstate Kloe Masters as the President of the IWC, then that custody case goes before a judge.
Susie: Whazza?
Hodgson: So to recap…do TRY to follow along here Susie. Either Orlando calls off the cage match, and gives Kloe back the ownership of this company that she was UNFAIRLY striped of, or he loses any connection with his kids.
Susie: That’s mean.
Hodgson: No…that’s JUSTICE.
Finally Kloe speaks of her accord.
Kloe: The Sinistry will not die. Their grip will remain on this company’s soul, and I will be their hand…..
Ethan: Tell me, is that the same hand you used to stroke Ba’al’s long and hard one?
Kloe’s hand is currently balling up into a fist, one she would sooo like to swing straight into the face of Ethan Von Aaron. Of course Ethan conjures that feeling in many a young lady. In fact, he has the type of face the world will unanimously like to slap, so Kloe is justified in wanting to remove that sneer from his face. Ethan picks up on that hostility, hence why he’s winking in Kloe’s direction, only exacerbating her anger.
Ethan: It’s funny, people tend to refer to ME as delusional, and yet here you are, Kloe, refusing to let go of the Sinistry’s cock. They lost at the End of the Year Special, Ba’al’s title is Taylor’s, and the IWC is back in the hands of El Grande Supreme Bald-Lando Snooze.
Kloe: Laugh now, but rest assured, that she who laughs last, laughs loudest.
Rachel: I couldn’t agree more sugar.
A shocked and startled Kloe spins on her axis, turning to find the most dangerously unpredictable woman in all of professional wrestling standing behind her. With a shoulder graced by the NHB Title, Rachel Fro…McGraw, stares down both Kloe and Hodgson, detecting the fear wafting from their bodies. Kloe’s horror is well justified, given the torment and torture that was inflicted on Rachel over several months at the hands of the very group that Kloe was just aggrandizing, the Sinistry. But now Rachel is free from the dog collar that her husband, Aiken Frost, one of the many Sinistry’s members, employed to drag her around. What will Rachel do with that freedom, besides spending her leisure time with lover Ethan Von Aaron? Perhaps tormenting others the same way SHE was tormented.
Rachel: Want to know what makes ME laugh, Kloe?
Kloe: Not particularly.
Rachel: Well you’ll find out later tonight, because I’m gonna be laughin’ so hard when I see yer face bashing off those cage walls.
Kloe’s lip trembles with anger as she tries to restrain her words.
Kloe: You were Aiken’s (Frost) biggest mistake.
Rachel: Nah, my husband’s biggest mistake, treatin’ me like an animal. Because those who tend to be treated like animals start actin’ like animals.
Ethan: Aiken is about to find that out.
Ethan steps around to Rachel’s side, slipping an arm over her shoulders.
Ethan: Now that Rachel is off the chain, it’s time for the two of us to get FERAL.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
The ill-effects of multiple run-ins with several unforgiving ladies takes its toll on Scott Cannon, who presently finds himself leaning over in a steel chair. He wallows in despair within the confines of his locker-room. His thoughts are a heavy burden at the moment, contemplating how to regain the trust of so many people that he’s wronged while under the influence of his former agent, Silas Mason. Clearly Cannon needs an outlet for his aggravations, and perhaps the cup of H20 moving towards his lips will aid in relieving him of his pressures.
Aiken: Take a sip my child.
With his mind clearly anywhere but on the cup being offered to him, Scott takes the water and begins to move it towards his lips. He stops once the liquid reaches his tongue and he realizes it does not resemble the taste of water. His eyes drop and stare down into the black fluid that is floating in the Styrofoam….black liquid that soon finds itself splashed across the wall. Scott throws the cup as far from his mouth as possible, then rises to toss his fists into the face of the man who tricked him into almost drinking it.
Aiken: Calm down.
Scott hesitates when he finds himself staring into his own reflection cast within the black eyes of Aiken Frost. The leader of New Eden, and the once devout member of the Sinistry, stands before Cannon with a characteristic smirk upon Aiken’s face. A smirk Cannon would so delight in removing with his Kevlar glove covered fists.
Scott: You’re asking me to calm down, after everything you’ve done to Taylor….
Aiken: Do you not mean, after everything I’ve done FOR Taylor?
Scott is taken aback.
Scott: Do I even want to know what you mean by that?
Aiken: Of course you do dear boy. You find my words to be absolutely spellbinding, do you not?
Scott: Don’t toy with me, Aiken. You have some nerve even setting foot in this locker-room. No-no, even setting foot in this building. Why couldn’t you be like the rest of your family and just up and vanish?
Aiken: Because my mission here in the IWC is not yet complete. My brother, Ba’al, may have went down in defeat, and has meekly crawled away to mend his wounds and relieve his aggravations, that much is true. Though the rumors of the Sinistry’s demise, those are false. For while the Sinistry may be gone in it’s original form, a far greater incarnation shall rise in its wake. It is time for New Eden to transform this federation, and I will be at the head of this revolution. Where my brother failed, I shall succeed.
Scott: In any of your rambling, did you ONCE explain why you’re in my locker-room?
Aiken: I was getting to that my child. I am here to see that you fulfill your role in New Eden. Perhaps with your mind so fixated on Silas Mason, you have forgotten that you hold this….
The IWC Tag Team Championship that Scott won several weeks ago is elevated, now dangling from Aiken’s palm.
Aiken: I trust you recall who it is that holds the other half of this coveted title.
Scott: I don’t need to be reminded of my ‘partnership’ with Alana.
Aiken: Wunderbar.
Although Aiken is grinning, one has to believe his smile is a masquerade for the disturbing thoughts that race through his mind.
Aiken: Mrs. (Alana) Starr has become very near and dear to me.
Scott: I saw what you did to her at the pay-per-view. The whole world saw Alana with those… those ….eyes.
Aiken’s demonic, pupil deprived black eyes widen. He delights in references to Alana’s physical transformation, the way her eyes were rendered the same shade as his own, meaning that she has been indoctrinated into the beliefs of Aiken’s New Eden.
Aiken: Alana is now cherished amongst the ranks of my New Eden. I lavish her in the adulation that she was starved of while Ethan Von Aaron’s client. Now that she is free of Ethan’s mismanagement of her career, she can truly spread her angelic wings and soar to whole new heights. I will not allow you to clip her wings, Mr. Cannon. Do we have an understanding?
The Tag Title is extended from Aiken’s hand and forced against Scott’s chest. Naturally Scott is reluctant to take it, realizing what accepting the belt symbolizes.
Scott: Sorry to burst your bubble mate, but defending these Tag Team Titles, and making your Alana look good, is not high on my priority list right now.
Aiken: Then your priorities are clearly out of balance. Allow me to rephrase my statements. If you do not make sure Mrs. Starr retains her Tag Team Title tonight when she and you defend the belts against the Blacklist, I promise you that certain members of your family will suffer.
Scott: Don’t threaten my family…..
Aiken: Oh but Mr. Cannon, your loved ones are more threatened by your actions, than mine. If you truly wish to restore the faith in you that you have gone out of your way to shatter, then stop focusing on Silas, and put your energies towards retaining the title.
Rather Scott accepts the belt or not becomes a moot point. The strap is slipped unto Scott’s shoulder and Aiken now gives the gold plate a few gentle pats.
Aiken: It is time for me to join my New Eden family in the ring and I trust you will be along shortly.
Aiken walks away from Scott after leaving Scott’s already overwhelmed mind with even more to think about.
IN RING
Cameras jump from one set of soulless onyx eyes to another. These eyes belong to Jed Wayne, the massive bearded brute who like Alana Starr was transformed by the influence of Aiken Frost. At the moment he is towering over Mika Kozlov, Red Rayne, Silk and Mogui, the assortment of beautifully psychotic ladies who comprise New Eden. This macabre cadre head for the ring to unleash the same levels of chaos we saw out of them at the End of the Year Special. Naturally, there is a quiver of concern in the voices of Greyson and Sparkles, who feel no safety being behind the announce table at the moment.
Sparkles: Oh lord, here they come, and there I go.
Greyson: You’ll find it very hard to flee the ringside area when my hand is still tucked in your bottom, Sparkles. So if I’m not allowed to leave, neither are you.
Sparkles: You’re a cruel-cruel man, Lovejoy. Jed’s beard frightens me. Who knows what horrors might be hidden beneath it.
Greyson: We saw many horrors unleashed by New Eden at the End of the Year Special when Aiken Frost gave his mistresses and Mogui a hit-list comprised of all the IWC talents who have stood against him. And even worse, Jed Wayne, the man we thought was out to help save Aiken’s abused wife, Rachel, was abducted then transformed into a member of New Eden.
Sparkles: Which led to Jed costing Chris Davids the NHB Championship.
Greyson: Sadly Chris, as well as the rest of us, misplaced trust in Jed, and that trust was betrayed.
Sparkles: Aiken used his arcane abilities to warp Jed’s mind.
Greyson: The same effect he’s had on so many, like Taylor’s sister Mika, and Red Rayne and Silk. Hence the lack of pupils in all of their eyes.
Those ghostly eyes currently reflect the images of a thousand fans mercilessly skewering the group taking the ring. The tunes of “Pop Goes the Weasel,” Mika’s intro track, are finally dying down in the background once the five have reached the center of the squared circle.
Finally Aiken Frost makes his way down the ramp, running a little late due to his aside with Scott Cannon backstage a few moments ago. The important thing, in the minds of the New Eden members at least, is that Aiken is here now, and stands amongst them with a microphone in palm.
Aiken: Many of you (gestures to the fans) are harboring a misconception that New Eden is here to correct. Although it is true that the Sinistry has fallen, and that my brother, former World Champion Ba’al, has decided to take a sabbatical from this federation, you would be wrong to believe that New Eden will follow him. In fact, now that my family no longer needs to conduct ourselves in a manner that my brother’s wife deems appropriate, our influence over this company will only grow stronger. New Eden has shed the skin of the Sinistry, and a mighty serpent now slithers across this company with venomous fangs ready to inject position into the veins of anyone foolish enough to stand in opposition to us.
The crowd has absolutely no trouble believing these threats and quivering in reaction to them.
Aiken: The Sinistry is no more, but New Eden will never release our grasp on this company. That grip was tightened exponentially when our newest member was unveiled to the world. At the End of the Year Special each of you witnessed my proudest moment….a moment that will affect the course of this federation for eons yet to come…that moment being Alana Starr’s defection to New Eden. Yesssss, oh yessssss, our ranks were imbued with GOOD©….GOOD© EVVVVIIIILLLL.
Aiken’s words seem to mesmerize him.
Aiken: Without further ado, allow me to introduce you to the most recent addition to New Eden. Prepare to rejoice in the inspiring presence of our beautiful, GOOD© Alana Starr!
”Now We Are Free” plays over the loud speakers, but the theme is almost drowned out in crushing waves of animosity. The fans are vindictive in response to Alana Starr’s arrival. Nevertheless the GOOD© Evil makes her way through the curtains and to the stage with a smile and the darkest eyes anyone has ever seen. She continues to exude many of her trademark gestures and mannerisms, only now they are associated with her onyx eyes and her chilling paleness. Striding along behind the Goddess of GOOD©ness is Krauzer, the masked behemoth loyally devoted to Aiken Frost, seen over recent months dragging Aiken’s wife, Rachel, around by a chain. Now all he drags are Alana’s title belts, the Tag and X-Class Championship straps flung over his shoulders.
Greyson: There she is Sparkles, the woman who absolutely stunned the world at the End of the Year Special when she severed ties with her agent, Ethan Von Aaron and joined with Ethan’s number one enemy, Aiken Frost.
Sparkles: That was a moment I definitely wasn’t expecting. Alana and Ethan are like Sparkles and cheese, a perfect fit.
Greyson: They’ve been together forever, but the second Ethan’s relationship started to blossom with Aiken’s now estranged wife, Rachel Fros….McGraw, things soured between Alana and Ethan.
Alana will more than likely acknowledge all of that when she steps into the ring and takes the microphone from Aiken’s outstretched palm.
Alana: Ahhhhhh. Don’t you all feel so uplifted? Now that the GOOD© Evil is here, you can all, each of you, at last feel that warmth in your bellies, and that flutter of your hearts. Your life finally, at long last, has just been given meaning.
Ooooh boy, the reaction Alana gets to these statements is one it will take weeks to get out of the crowd’s system.
Alana: Do you all feel it, the power of the GOOD© Evil? It’s coursing through your veins, it’s pumping through your organs, its resonating in your very souls. Isn’t it such a wonderful feeling? Aren’t you addicted to it? Don’t get hooked on crank or on smack, get hooked on the GOOD© Evil, its one drug that will actually benefit your lives rather than destroy them.
And it’s going to take MONTHS for the crowd to get THIS off their chests.
Alana: You can think Aiken and I for peddling the GOOD© Evil. Unlike my former agent, my new advisor Aiken Frost will allow me to PUSH my power and help so many inject GOOD© into their bodies. Aiken doesn’t lie to me like Ethan (Von Aaron) did. Ethan, that Big Bad, he strung me along. He made me false promises he had NO intention of backing up. He said I was his diamond, his jewel, that he would give me the chance to shine, but there was only ever one person on Ethan’s mind, one person that would ever shine in his eyes, Rachel McHOOKER. He obsessed over her while he should have been obsessing over me. Instead of being addicted to the GOOD© Evil, he was only ever addicted to that bublble-butt biscuit. It hurts my feelings to think he could have been representing me and all my best interests, like an agent should do, but instead he was too busy committing infidelity with Aiken’s wife. I don’t know who I feel worse for, myself, or for Aiken. I’m sorry either of us ever met Ethan.
Aiken: Do not fret needlessly….
Aiken puts a finger beneath Alana’s jaw, raising her downcast eyes so that she can see the pleasant grin on his face.
Aiken: My beautiful Starr will never worry again. I will remove the burden of worry from your heart.
Alana: But Ethan, he stole your wife from you….
Aiken: That is true, yet he has given me so much more. While he traded down, I traded up. Rachel and I may have severed our ties, but you have more than filled the gaping hole she left in my life. Thank you for that my Starr Chylde. You have saved me much in the same way I have saved you. We have saved each other. But there is no force on this earth that will ever save Mr. Von Aaron. I will not allow the cardinal sin that he and my wife committed against the both of us to go unpunish….
Ethan: Aiken-Aiken-Aiken….
The balls on Ethan Von Aaron must be so huge he has to get custom made pants. The curtains open for Ethan and he steps right out of the entrance tunnel to the stage. With microphone in palm and smile on his face Ethan prepares to direct his statements to the group in the ring, primarily the woman he once represented as agent.
Ethan: You want to talk punishment? That’s funny, cause I wanted to talk about punishment too. I wanted to talk about the way I punished your wife’s ass all night long after the End of the Year Special.
Aiken closes his eyes and shakes his head.
Ethan: That’s right Alana, I got very personal with that ‘bubble-butt.’
Alana: You’re repulsive.
Ethan: No, I’m FILTH…..That’s what I represent from this day onward, not GOOD, but FILTH. And another thing, when did I gain the powers of Jon Edward? Because I can swear I’m communing with the dead right now.
Alana: What are you yammering ab….
Ethan: No…sorry, just lost my ability to go all Haley Joel Osment, can’t talk with the dead anymore.
Alana: How dare you try to….
Ethan: Is someone speaking? Maybe I have to bust out my Ouija board to hear what’s being said.
Alana: You’re behaving like a chil….
Ethan: Damn, if only I was Whoopi Goldberg in Ghost, then I could hear what the DEAD Alana Starr was trying to tell me from beyond the grave.
Aiken: I believe we have had our fill with this tomfoolery. You wish to spoil the GOOD© Alana’s liberation and night of celebration?
Ethan: Oh I plan on doing a lot more than that Aiken. Actually I plan on coming down that ramp and beating the black out of your eyes.
Aiken: How amusing. I take it then you desire another match between you and I?
Ethan: Yup.
Aiken: Was the last beating I delivered on you not debilitating enough?
Ethan: I’m just like my penis Aiken, I can take a beating once, twice, heck, six times a night, and I’ll still keep coming.
Aiken: You truly are the embodiment of sleaze, and I will not allow my precious Alana to be further subjected to such vulgarity. If it is a match you desire, it is a match you will receive.
Ethan: That’s all well and good, Aiken. But before I come down that ramp and we get round two in our war, I want to introduce who will be in my corner tonight. You know her, and I tap her, she’s Raaaaacheeel FROOOOOSSST!
The despair that had crept over the fans is instantly replaced with joy when Rachel Frost makes her way to the stage. The NHB Champion stops right beside her lover and agent, Ethan, who she then takes by the far cheek. His head is turned towards Rachel and his lips are buried into her own. The visual seems to repulse Alana while Aiken shows not a semblance of emotion. He doesn’t even respond when a microphone is raised to Rachel’s lips and she lets Aiken hear the words she’s waited so long to get off her chest.
Rachel: For months you had your big dumb monster Krauzer drag me around with a chain like I was a dog. You forced me to watch as you screwed everything and anything that had a pulse. You turned my sister Daisy into Red Rayne, you had my uncle imprisoned, and you changed Jed Wayne into another of your monsters. After all this, ya thought I would just lay there and take it.
Aiken: Oh, but you did just lay there and take it my dear, and I was the one who gave it to you, over and over and over and over….
Rachel’s lip trembles with anger.
Aiken: And over….and over….and over….again and again and again….
Rachel’s eyebrows twitch with rage.
Aiken: I took you when I wanted, whenever I wanted, and I will do so again. Because you are my wife, and I hold power over….
Rachel: Nah, not anymore ya don’t. Yer power over me, its dun, Lucien, we’re dun.
Ethan: But we’re not Aiken. We’re not through by a long shot, and we won’t be until we finish this in that ring. Rachel here, she’s going to give me some insight into how your mind works. I won’t go into another match against you as unprepared and jacked up as I did at the End of the Year Special. So I got into Rachel’s head, and she told me all of your secrets, all of your tricks. Tonight, I’ll be ready for you.
Aiken: You fill prepared for a fight against me tonight, yes?
Ethan: Didn’t I just say that?
Aiken: I heard you correctly, but I’m afraid it is you who is not understanding me. I said there would be a match, however, I never once specified that the match would be Ethan Von Aaron versus Aiken Frost. We will have no rematch of our bout at the End of the Year Special, at least not until you have demonstrated you are worthy to once again step into the ring with me. I will only agree to have a rematch against you if you can manage to defeat another of my New Eden’s newest initiates, Jed Wayne.
The wide eyed and crazed Jed steps forth, staring up the ramp at his new target, Ethan, and the woman he once protected, Rachel. Those eyes soon shift to another sight however, a chain that extends towards his sternum, gifted to him by Krauzer.
Aiken: However, it will not be a simple singles contest, you shall face Mr. Wayne in the very match that you could not defeat me in, a DOG COLLAR match. Only by surviving this contest will you have proven yourself worthy to face me yet again.
ETHAN VON AARON VS. JED WAYNE:
DOG COLLAR MATCH
Although Ethan does not like to play this game under Aiken’s rules, he has no qualms about going toe to toe with Jed Wayne. Rachel also has no scruples about following Ethan right into that battle. The NHB Champion pauses at ringside however, while Ethan slips under the ropes. But Ethan isn’t going after Jed, he’s charging straight at Aiken, who rolls under the ropes mere seconds before he can fall prey to Ethan’s wrath. Alana, Mika, Rayne, Silk, Mogui and Krauzer also make their exit, yet linger at ringside and watch the two remaining in the squared circle. Ethan stares each of them down but his eyes should have been in the back of his head, because Jed is charging right up behind him and delivering a big boot across the back of his skull
Greyson: Another impromptu contest here on the first Riot of 2015. A Dog Collar Match no less.
Sparkles: As you mentioned earlier, Lovejoy. Jed Wayne joined New Eden at the pay-per-view, and was instrumental in costing Ethan his match against Aiken Frost at that event.
Greyson: Now it’s time for Jed to face the consequences.
Sparkles: If Ethan beats Jed in this Dog Collar match, he’ll get Aiken in a rematch.
Greyson: Won’t be easy, Ethan lost under these very same stipulations at the End of the Year Special.
The big boot across the brain has Ethan on all fours, grabbing at his skull, though he should be protecting his neck. Jed is presently wrapping a collar around it and then attaching the other collar on the opposite end of a chain to his own throat. The Dog Collar match is now underway with referee Arnie Ficklebottom sliding into the ring to preside over the madness. The bell chimes and Ethan’s bell is rung when Jed pulls him up from the canvas onto his shoulders then spins in several circles before ultimately connecting with the sit-out powerbomb. Jed then leans forward into the creases of Ethan’s knees, going for a quick victory. Aiken looks delighted at ringside as the official makes the three count.
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Here comes the three…..or at least it WOULD have been three if Ethan hadn’t been so determined to get his match against Aiken, hence why he’s throwing a shoulder from the canvas. Rachel’s face cracks with a smile at ringside while Ethan inches his way up to his feet only to have his arm dragged through his legs and his other arm hooked. Jed lifts Ethan up into the air and then drops him down with a pumphandle slam. Ethan’s body is driven rather forcefully into the canvas by Wayne, who quickly pops up to his feet and approaches the nearest turnbuckle, scaling it to the middle rope.
Greyson: Tell me I’m not actually watching Wayne scale a turnbuckle right now.
Sparkles: This big mass of humanity is about to take to the air.
Wayne gets his balance on the second rope and is seconds from diving out of the corner only to be pulled out of it instead. Ethan lunges to his feet, yanks on the chain and sends Jed flying off the middle rope into a dropkick to his face. Ethan’s boots nail Jed under the jaw, sending him staggering back into the turnbuckle. He falls against the corner for support while Ethan wraps the slack of the chain around his fist then climbs up onto the turnbuckle in front of his adversary. Ethan throws a punch into Jed’s forehead with the chain wrapped knuckles, then does it again and again and again, the crowds counting along. Eventually the fans reach a count of ten, or at least they would have if Jed wasn’t so determined to complete the task assigned to him by Aiken. He reaches up and grabs Ethan around the hips, dragging him out of the corner and to the center of the ring where another powerbomb is about to be delivered.
Ethan has another idea however, wrapping his legs around Jed’s neck and then falling back from the powerbomb predicament into a hurricarana.
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Jed manages to kick out, launching Ethan off of his chest. Both men then race to their feet only to have Jed’s shin nailed with a thrust kick, knocking his legs out from under him. Jed falls down to his knees and then finds his jaw subjected to a SECOND thrust kick, this one even stiffer than the last one.
These kicks are beginning to give Ethan the momentum he needs and the chain will help him maintain that momentum. He wraps it around his arm and uses it to deliver a bionic elbow across Jed’s brow. Somehow Jed does not go down however, he just teeters between his knees, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull but his body remaining upright. So Ethan rushes across the ring, jumps over the top rope to the apron and then springs back to the top rope. He flies off the cables into SUPER bionic elbow, chain still wrapped around his arm. The chain connects, to Ethan’s JAW.
Just before Ethan’s bionic elbow could be hit, Jed pops up to his feet and uses his chain wrapped knuckles to uppercut Ethan across his jaw. Ethan’s teeth and his brain are rattled, but he remains on his feet just long enough for Jed to connect with a roaring lariat. Though Jed doesn’t use his arm to deliver the clothesline, he uses the chain stretched between his palms. The steel connects with Ethan’s throat and knocks him to the canvas, Jed falling to his knees beside his opponent. The chain is then wrapped around Ethan’s throat several times and used to pull him up to his feet. Jed goes back to back with Ethan then pulls the chain down over his shoulder, lifting Ethan up off of his feet. His legs kick through the air as the life is choked out of his body.
Jed walks around the ring, pulling down on the chain and elevating Ethan into the air, stretched over the big bearded man’s back. Finally Jed stands up straight and just drops Ethan off of Jed’s back, sending Ethan crashing throat first into the top rope. He bounces off and staggers back first into Jed’s waiting shoulder. Ethan is then hoisted into the air and hit with a powerful back drop suplex.
An intense Wayne could go for the pin, only he seems more determined to go for Ethan’s destruction. He stands up and pulls on the chain that binds them together, forcing Ethan along to his knees and then hooks both of his arms behind his back. Jed compels Ethan up to his feet and begins to deliver knee after knee right across Ethan’s forehead, inflicting untold amounts of damage.
Jed now uses the butterfly lock on Ethan to toss him up into the air before side stepping him and tossing him to the canvas. The double underhook suplex connects and once again leaves Ethan lying at Jed’s feet.
Greyson: Ever since Ethan went for that springboard bionic elbow and had it countered by Jed’s uppercut, Ethan has just been unable to get back in this.
Sparkles: Ethan is thinking too far ahead. He’s focused only on a match with Aiken and not the one he’s competing in right now.
Greyson: And Jed is making him suffer for that.
Jed forces Ethan along to his feet by the bangs of his hair then subjects him to a straight headbutt. The head on collision sends Ethan staggering back and falling into the corner, where his ribs are collapsed with a series of knee strikes. Jed then then steps to the center of the ring, wraps the chain around his hand then pulls on it, dragging Ethan out of the corner and into a short arm clothesline. Ethan ducks the bicep bound for his throat, then takes the chain that tethers him to Jed and pulls on it. Jed spins around and Ethan nails him across the chest with a knife edge chop with the chain wrapped around his hand. The blow blisters Jed’s chest and sends him stumbling back. But Jed then steps right back towards Ethan and goes for another lariat that is once again ducked by his elusive opponent. Ethan charges into the ropes behind Jed, who spins around just in time to spot his opponent springing from the apron to the top cable then flying off into a bionic elbow. Suddenly Jed wraps the chain around his fist and nails the inbound Ethan under the jaw with an uppercut shot. Once again the blow has Ethan staggering back, but instead of falling into the ring, he falls into the ropes. Well, almost….
As Ethan tumbles through the cables, his shins hit the top rope, catapulting him back up to his feet and then into the Nigel. The rebound clothesline connects across Jed’s throat, taking the big man down to the canvas.
Sparkles: Ethan does what he does best, he keeps getting it up.
Greyson: He is beyond determined to get this match with Aiken, and Jed isn’t going to keep him from getting it.
Jed rolls along to his knees and Ethan comes charging in to press his advantage. Unfortunately the only thing Ethan pressed, was his luck. He walks right into a tilt a whirl, loaded up on Jed’s shoulder, who now prepares to deliver the running powerslam. However, Ethan slides down off of Jed’s shoulder and takes the chain, wrapping it around Jed’s throat several times. Ethan now hangs off of Jed’s back using the chain to apply a sleeper hold. The submission chokes the life out of Jed’s body, hence why he is spinning in circles and doing everything in his power to shirk Ethan off of his back. Finally Jed reaches up, takes Ethan by the hair and flips him over Jed’s shoulder. The bearded brute falls to his knees and Ethan goes flying over him and slamming into the canvas. Ethan tucks into a forward roll though, ending up back on his feet and turning to face Jed, who is already barreling in with a big boot intended for Ethan’s face.
The boot connects across Ethan’s chin, though the blow isn’t powerful enough to remove him from his feet. Ethan is sent staggering back into the ropes and tumbling through…no, scratch that, his shins hit the top rope and he’s catapulted to his feet and then into another Nigel. This time Jed is waiting for it though, reaching out and catching Ethan around the throat. Jed then heaves Ethan into the chokeslam only to have Ethan counter, slipping his throat out of Jed’s palm then catching him around the head and spiking him via the DDT.
The top of Jed’s head bounces from the canvas and he now goes flopping onto his back, his black eyes fluttering as he tries to remain conscious. Ethan scrambles along to his feet, looking a little worse for wear at the moment considering all the high impact moves he’s withstood throughout the course of this Dog Collar match. In spite of it all, Ethan staggers along into the nearest turnbuckle, looking to get to the highest point imaginable to deliver the most crushing of blows. He climbs the corner, reaches the top rope and just begins to steady himself before Silk leaps to the apron, climbs up the turnbuckle and wedges her hand to Ethan’s chest. Silk gives a hard push and sends Ethan flying off the corner right into the waiting hand of Wayne.
Jed catches Ethan by the throat, then chokeslams him into the canvas.
Greyson: Silk, the very woman who crushed Ethan’s ribs with a curb stomp off the Cartel-tron at the End of the Year Special, she may have just cost Ethan ANOTHER victory here tonight.
Sparkles: Ethan’s gonna have to owe Silk for that….HIIIIIYAAA!
Although referee Ficklebottom might have been out of position to see Silk interfere in this match, Rachel Frost saw it all, and she’s about to do something about it. Rachel leaps to the apron running perpendicular to the one that Silk is standing on before bolting across it. Rachel then dives off the apron, through the ropes, past the turnbuckle at her side and into a spear against Silk’s ribs. Both Silk and Rachel launch off of the apron and go crashing into an unsuspecting Mika, Rayne and Mogui on the mats down below. All of these bodies at ringside crash to the mats while all the bodies in the stands are standing in celebration.
Greyson: Rachel takes out New Eden! Rachel takes out New Eden!
Sparkles; Those ladies tormented her bubble butt for months!
Greyson: But is her interference too late?
Although Rachel has taken out New Eden, her response to Silk’s interference wasn’t in time to prevent Ethan from falling prey to the chokeslam. The chokeslam is about to be capitalized on, Jed falling into the lateral press.
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It looks like Ethan’s pursuit of a rematch against Aiken may have just been derailed. Jed is just about to embrace victory before he is instead forced to compete with shock when Ethan launches a shoulder into the air.
Greyson: Ethan just too damned bound and determined to get Aiken one on one.
Sparkles: We saw Ethan do this at the End of the Year Special when he faced Aiken. It didn’t matter what Aiken hit him with, Ethan just kept kicking out in spite of all the internal injuries Aiken was inflicting on him
Greyson: I doubt Ethan has recovered from those injuries even during his downtime during the IWC’s seasonal break.
Wayne does not deal with agitation well, nor does New Eden process Rachel’s interference with even a semblance of decorum. Rachel may have taken out four targets at once with her spear, but Krauzer was not one of those targets. Rachel has just gotten to her feet before Krauzer charges in, wedges his shoulder to her gut and lifts her into the air. He then charges her across the mats and slams Rachel’s back into the steel barricade. Rachel’s back is nearly shattered by the collision with the barrier her arms falling over it to keep her upright. Aiken and Alana make light of her predicament, the two getting directly in the face of Aiken’s ex-wife so they can make light of Rachel’s predicament.
Aiken: I see you are back to being the same meek, frail little cowgirl that you were before I saved you, before I empowered you.
Alana: You don’t deserve Aiken’s love.
Rachel isn’t the only one forced to listen to these scathing remarks from Alana and Aiken, because Jed’s ears are also attune to their statements. He stands up in the ring and cranes his neck, watching Rachel’s suffrage on the outside of the squared circle. Finally Jed returns his focus to Ethan, stooping down to pick him up only to have his opponent launch a boot up from the canvas. Ethan’s shin blasts Jed to the temple, sending him twisting around so that his back is facing his adversary. Ethan then reaches up, hooks Jed around the thigh and pulls him down into the school boy. But instead of making a traditional cover, Ethan throws the chain across the creases of Jed’s knees and pulls down on the steel links, using it to pin Jed’s shoulders to the canvas.
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Fans leap out of their seats in recognition of this unexpected pin….NEAR-fall. Jed gets his shoulder up and drops over to his knees in the process.
Ethan deals with unexpected kick outs about as well as Jed does. In spite of grappling with his shock over this pinfall, Ethan lunges to his feet, bustles into the ropes and ricochets off. He comes right back into Jed, who catches Ethan’s gut to his stomach and throws him up into the air, catching Ethan on top of his shoulders. Jed is about to hit the very same pop up powerbomb that he delivered on Chris Davids at the End of the Year Special that cost Chris the NHB Title.
Just as Jed is about to spike Ethan into the canvas, Jed finds his forehead smashed by a chain wrapped fist. Ethan punches Jed several times to the face but amazingly Jed remains on his face. He’s staggering but still upright as he takes one punch after another across the brow. Ethan now punches harder and faster, the crowd counting along with each slugging blow across Jed’s face by an enlivened Ethan. Finally the fans reach a count of ten…that’s ten chain wrapped punches to Jed’s forehead that is followed by Ethan slipping over his head and down Jed’s back. The big man is rolled over into a sunset flip, Ethan standing up and wedging his shoulders to the creases of Jed’s knees, leaning into them and holding his shoulders down to the canvas.
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To the shock of the Manhattan Center Jed just doesn’t kick out, he puts his hands on the back of Ethan’s head and pushes down on it. Ethan is sent flipping forward with Jed sitting up to catch him with a reversal into his own pinfall. But Ethan didn’t flip over onto the back of his shoulders, he flipped over and landed straight on his feet. Ethan then lifts one of those boots into the air and connects with the Epic Fail, the spinning superkick nailing the forehead of a seated Jed.
Greyson: OUT OF NOWHERE!
Jed is knocked to his back and Ethan is dropping across his chest, hooking both legs and leaving the fans riveted in suspense. Ficklebottom gets into position and makes the count.
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The absolutely thrilled audience bombard the ring with their loudest, most high pitched screams as Ethan pins Jed’s shoulders to the canvas and picks up a win that will guarantee him a rematch against Aiken Frost.
Greyson: An Epic Fail completely caught us and more importantly Jed off guard.
Sparkles: And now Ethan, he gets-he gets Aiken in a rematch of their barbaric bout at the End of the Year Special.
Aiken tears his onyx eyes from the distressed Rachel at ringside to the delighted Ethan in the ring. Although he’s in a weakened and impaired state, Ethan still stands in recognition of his very hard fought victory this evening. He falls against the ropes for support, staring over them at Aiken and Alana, the pair shaking their heads in response to Ethan’s victory. They make their way around the ringside area, joining with a recovering New Eden and the aggravated Jed Wayne. No sooner does Jed rip the collar off his throat and roll out of the ring before he tries to step right back into it.
Krauzer, the only man at ringside as big as Jed, is able to compel Wayne from re-entering the squared circle. And Jed won’t be the only member of New Eden who does not return to the ring, because in spite of Ethan’s insistence, Aiken refuses to set foot on the canvas.
Instead Aiken is backing away from it, reaching the ramp before he finally responds to the PAIR now in the ring. Ethan is no longer the only one baiting Aiken to step through the ropes, because a recovered Rachel stands behind her crouched lover, also encouraging her ex-husband to re-enter the ring. She rubs Ethan’s shoulders while Ethan uses HIS hands to gesture for Aiken to bring it.
Ethan: Let’s go Aiken, you and me, one on one.
Rachel: Be a man of your word for once, Lucien.
These demands seem to amuse rather than offend Aiken, who will not be baited. That much becomes evident once a microphone is placed in his palm and is employed to give an answer to Ethan’s challenge.
Aiken: I see that we once again have a fundamental breakdown in communication, Mr. Von Aaron. Apparently you misrepresented my intentions. I never once inferred that by beating Jed Wayne, you would face me this evening. If we are to clash, I want you at your strongest to make it all the more gratifying when I once again break you down piece by bloody piece. So no, Mr. Von Aaron, in spite of Mrs. Starr’s desire to witness me tear your internal organs from your body, I will grant you a stay of execution. We will meet, but it will be at a far more appropriate time.
Aiken has said his peace, but Rachel hasn’t. The moment her words are heard through the PA system, the entirety of New Eden stop walking up the ramp and start listening.
Rachel: Hold on jus one cotton pickin second there sugar. Ya ain’t leavin’ just yet. Yer ass is gettin’ in this ring one way or another, and yer goin one on one with the woman ya tormented worse than anybody. I’m challenging ya to a Dog Collar Match….
Sparkles: In the words of Joey Lawrence, WHOA!
Greyson: Don’t you Blossom us.
Rachel awaits an answer, receiving one in the form of a scoff.
Aiken: I harbor no intention of facing you my dear.
Rachel: Who said I was talkin’ to you, Lucien?
For the first time in as long as Aiken can remember, he finds himself legitimately confounded.
Rachel: I’m not challenging ya, I’m challenging that big demented goalie ya had dragging me around on a chain for months. Krauzer, it’s time ya find out how it feels to be an animal on the end of a chain.
RACHEL FROST VS. KRAUZER:
DOG COLLAR MATCH
The challenge has barely finished getting out of Rachel’s mouth before Krauzer is answering her challenge. Aiken is so initially surprised that he fails to put the kibosh on Krauzer’s decent down the ramp and ascent up the steps into the ring.
Greyson: Is this some type of joke?
Sparkles: We’re getting ANOTHER Dog Collar match?
Greyson: This one pitting the now liberated Rachel Frost against the monster who has been pulling her around on a chain for months at her husband’s behest.
Sparkles: This is sweet vindication for bubble-butt. She’s out from under her husband’s thumb, and Krauzer isn’t pulling her chain any longer.
Krauzer’s only manages to get one foot in the ring before having his jaw nailed with all five of Rachel’s knuckles. She blasts him across the face and then leaps into the air, delivering a dropkick to his knee. The blow brings Krauzer down to all fours in a ring that Ethan has now vacated, taking his place at ringside and watching as his lady love takes it to one of her many oppressors.
Rachel continues to seek vindication in the form of punches, stomps, chops, just about every one of her limbs swinging into Krauzer’s body. But perhaps it isn’t Krauzer she’s assaulting in her mind, maybe it’s the man who watches her from ringside. Aiken closely observes the violence unleashed by his wife and seems to be enlivened by it. Every blow she delivers seems to captivate Aiken, hence why he is holding back his massive army and keeping New Eden from reaching the ring to aid Krauzer against this onslaught.
With Krauzer knelt on the canvas, he is now at a perfect height for Rachel to slide a dog collar around his neck. Now he and Rachel are bound by a chain leading between their throats, one that will inflict such grieves harm upon both of their bodies. Rachel pulls on the chain, forcing Krauzer along into her arms.
Well, more like into her gut.
Krauzer uses the momentum of Rachel’s tug to launch from his knees skull first right into her ribcage. The collision doubles Rachel over and now her head is at a perfect height to almost be separated from her shoulders via a high knee lift. Krauzer drives his leg into Rache’s face, sending her sprawling back into the ropes and almost spilling through them. However, Krauzer grabs the chain bound to her throat and does not allow her to get very far. He pulls Rachel into a gorilla press, heaving her above his head and approaching the ropes. The crowd begins to squeal as they realize Rachel is about to be gorilla pressed over the ropes and to the outside of the ring.
Rachel has plans of her own though, and they do not involve an extended stay at the hospital. She manages to twist her body and slide off of Krauzer’s palms before landing on top of his shoulders. She sits across the back of Krauzer’s neck while wrapping the chain connected to her dog collar around her fist. She begins to swing that fist down into the top of Krauzer’s skull repeatedly, causing his knees to start buckling. The crowd once again counts along with each swing of the chain wrapped fist.
Rachel takes advantage of Krauzer’s disorientation by dropping back and flipping her massive opponent over into a reverse hurricarana. The fans have to pick their jaw up off of the floor when they witness Krauzer land right on top of his head, bounce off of the ring and pop up to his knees, looking very-VERY shaken up. Rachel hustles to her feet, hustles into the ropes and then hustles into the Loredo Lasso. Her arm crashes directly into Krauzer’s throat, taking him off of his knees and to the canvas. As Rachel comes down to her knees beside him, her eyes are veering towards the smirk settled across Aiken’s face. Apparently the destruction of Krauzer makes no difference to Aiken.
The onslaught proceeds, Rachel wrapping the chain around her knuckles and swinging it over and over again into Krauzer’s forehead. A smidgeon of blood trickles from a wound now opening in Krauzer’s brow. Like a shark Rachel is drawn to it, opening her mouth and digging her teeth directly into his flesh, gnawing at it.
Greyson: Rachel is biting Krauzer!
Sparkles: I wonder if he tastes like beef jerky. Sparkles imagines that I taste like strawberry shortcake.
Greyson: Why-why-why does anyone pay you to speak?
Rachel continues to maul Krauzer’s face with her teeth and now with her skull. She delivers several headbutts on Krauzer, even as he’s in the process of forcing himself along to his feet. Now Rachel blows a kiss to Ethan in spite of the fact that her face is splashed with Krauzer’s blood. Ethan pretends to catch the airborne kiss before storing it away by stuffing it down the front of his pants.
Rachel stops making kissy face with Ethan and now turns to have her own face almost torn to shreds by Krauzer. The monster wraps the chain around his skull and now delivers another headbutt, this time straight to Rachel’s face. The strike knocks Rachel back but the dog collar around her throat and the chain attached to it is once again tugged, dragging her into a powerful spinning powerslam. Krauzer drives Rachel viciously into the canvas and then leaps to his feet before taking to the air with a devastating big splash. All of his weight comes crashing down directly across Rachel’s forehead.
Krauzer pulls back from Rachel’s skull, charges into the ropes, bounces off and delivers another big splash. All of his girth comes careening into Rachel’s face, inflicting who knows how much damage to her brain. Krauzer looks to inflict even further punishment on that head, but no longer with the use of his own body. Instead he calls for and receives a steel chair, one being slid under the ropes by an agitated Jed.
The chair is carried into the corner, wedged between the top and middle rope and prepared to inflict significant damage. Krauzer turns back towards Rachel and looks to put the chair to use against her, before she comes barreling in out of nowhere, spearing him to the gut. Krauzer finds his spine pushed along into the corner and the chair he had placed between the ropes. He hits the corner with enough force to make his legs weak.
Rachel steps back from the big man, who is now dropping through the ropes and landing at the ringside area. Rachel is about to go after him only to be PULLED towards him instead. Krauzer lunges to his feet at ringside and yanks on the chain with all of his strength, tugging on the dog collar around Rachel’s neck and forcing her along head first right into the chair wedged between the ropes of the turnbuckle. The steel is left with an indentation of Rachel’s head, one that is rolling back towards the center of the ring.
A stunned Rachel works her way back up to her feet before the chain is pulled by Krauzer standing outside of the ring, and pulled with enough force to drag her right along skull first into the chair once more. This time the chair falls out from between the ropes and Rachel falls to her knees, her cheek resting against the middle turnbuckle pad and her eyes a reflection of a shattered mind.
Greyson: Rachel’s head taking a full on head first impact with that chair.
Sparkles: Two of ‘em.
The multiple collisions with the chair have left Rachel sitting in the middle of the ring desperately clinging to consciousness. It’s a struggle she’s about to be on the losing end of considering Krauzer now has the chair in his hands. He steps towards Rachel, opens the chair, slides it around her head and then uses the chain attached to her neck to whip her face down into the canvas, Rachel’s head hits the ring while it is still trapped between the chair.
The chair operates like a mouse trap, almost snapping Rachel’s neck.
Sparkles: Ooooh GOD! That was-that was nastier than Clint Howard’s face!
Greyson: Krauzer once again bringing that chair into play.
Sparkles: This is vicious….
Greyson: And it’s a match we weren’t even expecting to see here tonight.
The mangled chair is tossed to the canvas with Krauzer pulling Rachel away from it only to threaten dragging her back down into it. He puts Rachel’s head in a front chancery before falling back into a powerful DDT, spiking her skull straight across the steel. Rachel flips over to her seat, swaying from side to side and AGAIN finding herself in a confrontation between mind and body. Her mind wants to continue fighting, her body doesn’t.
Krauzer is about to help one, brain or body, win over the other. To a loud cackle of laughter from the ladies of New Eden at ringside, Krauzer begins to step around the ring tugging on the chain and dragging Rachel across her seat. He is now playing with Rachel like a cat plays with a mouse.
Greyson: Krauzer looks like he’s just toying around with Rachel at this point.
Sparkles: She hasn’t recovered after being pulled head first into that chair wedged in the corner.
Krauzer stops dragging Rachel around the ring, in an act that symbolizes precisely what he’s done to her for months, and now steps in to finish her off. After briefly looking towards Aiken at ringside, and receiving his master’s approval, Krauzer forces Rachel up and onto his shoulder. He then steps over the chair, about to drop her with the Dead in Tombstone right across the chair.
But Rachel begins to twist and wiggle and writhe until she slides down Krauzer’s stomach and almost out of his arms. She now hangs down just low enough to reach down and grab the chair off of the canvas that she was going to be tombstoned on top. She then turns that chair and swings it straight up and into Krauzer’s taint. The monster’s face, what can be seen beneath his mask, twists into an expression of pure agony. He drops Rachel out of his arms and stoops over her laid out body. He then goes to grab her before Rachel throws the chair in her hands straight up into his face.
The chair bounces off of Krauzer’s forehead and causes him to stand up straight, swinging his arms to his sides in an attempt to remain on his feet. Rachel now rolls over backwards and extends her legs towards Krauzer’s body, wrapping them around his waist. She then pushes herself up off of the canvas and reaches back, wrapping her arm around Krauzer’s neck then pulling him down face first into the chair with a wheelbarrow bulldog.
Krauzer’s already busted brow bounces from the chair and he pops up straight onto his feet, looking almost daunted by these blows across his skull. Rachel twists along to her knees and appears a bit surprised to see that Krauzer is still standing. So she picks up the chair and prepares to swing it the good old fashioned way. That’s until Krauzer grabs the slack in the chain, yanks on it, and pulls Rachel along right into a big boot to the chair, driving it straight back and straight into Rachel’s face. She drops the chair, stumbles back and falls against the ropes, looking stunned.
Krauzer now has her in his sights, charging straight at his staggered opponent and straight into a drop toe hold. Krauzer tumbles throat first into the middle rope, his chin now draped over the cable. His head is propped in position for Rachel, who leaps to the apron, charges across said apron and crushes the side of Krauzer’s skull with a front dropkick.
The stiff blow from both boots sends Krauzer twisting to the center of the ring where Rachel prepares to put an end to him. She stands up on the apron, grabs the top rope and prepares to spring to it and eventually off of it into a move that will put Krauzer to an end.
Mogui has a different idea however.
As Rachel leaps into the air, about to fly over the top rope only to have her ankle snatched by the CNG Champion, Mogui yanking her off of the ropes. Rachel comes crashing off the ropes and face first into the apron.
Rachel’s face crushes the apron, and yet she still lands on her feet across the ringside mats. Or at least she’s on her feet just long enough to turn and find Mogui rushing across the apron above her, delivering a straight punt kick to her face. The kick is so stiff it sends Rachel flipping completely over backwards, splashing the mats.
Greyson: Like we didn’t see this coming.
Sparkles: New Eden interfering AGAIN!
Greyson: Taking full advantage of the no disqualification rules in this Dog Collar bout.
The stiff shot across the brow has rattled Rachel’s mind, though it was already pretty off centered to begin with. Mogui now stomps his foot several times across the apron, waiting for Rachel to stand up so that he can deliver another scintillating kick. All the while Mika, Rayne, Silk and Jed are applauding Mogui’s efforts, eager to see him crush Rachel’s face for her betrayal.
Mogui’s plans, yes even monsters can form plots, are tossed right out the window when he spots Ethan leaping to the apron in front of him. Mogui directs his boot at Ethan instead, launching a yakuza kick at the face of Rachel’s boy-toy. But Ethan ducks his head at the last second, catching Mogui’s leg over his shoulder. The reaction is deafening as Ethan throws Mogui over his head into a release capture suplex, sending the monster crashing into New Eden at ringside. Rayne, Silk, Wayne and Mika tumble to the mats with Mogui coming down onto their bodies.
Greyson: Now Ethan taking out all of New Eden with ONE Mogui!
Sparkles: Is that like killing two birds with one stone?
The crowd’s reaction is crazed, as is Rachel’s. She feeds off the momentum changing move just delivered by her lover, returning to the ring by jumping over the ropes and going after a still staggered Krauzer. She charges right into his waiting boot….no….this time she catches it before it even connects with her face. The boot is then shoved aside, sending Krauzer spinning in a full circle back to face Rachel, who leaps into the air for the Boot Licker….no…Krauzer catches her boot….actually he catches her whole body right across his chest. He then flips Rachel up and onto his shoulder, causing her to dangle upside down before dropping her into the tombstone piledriver.
Greyson: Krauzer just hitting Rachel with a version of her own finishing move, the Dead in Tombstone.
Sparkles: Aiken has no doubt GOT to be pleased by this.
After spiking Rachel directly on top of her skull, Krauzer turns to his master. Although the crowd expects to find Aiken looking on with satisfaction, he appears anything but gratified. Aiken snaps his fingers and calls out to Krauzer to deliver ANOTHER tombstone puiledriver.
Aiken: Show the world how weak and frail the cowgirl is without me.
Krauzer does just as instructed.
Though he throws in a little added touch all his own. He takes the chain that tethers his throat to Rachel’s, wraps it around her head several times and then heaves her up and into another tombstone piledriver. Rachel’s chain wrapped skull is driven forcefully into the canvas, the steel links embedding in her flesh. All of Rachel’s limbs go limp, and her body is stricken with paralysis, which might be a good thing, as total numbness prevents her from feeling the agony that HAS to be surging through her head.
Krauzer looks towards Aiken, who gives his seal of approval. The monster leans down with both palms wedged to Rachel’s chest, holding her down for the pinfall.
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Aiken is already preparing his speech to rub salt in Rachel’s still gaping wounds. Just as his mouth opens to produce some vile rhetoric, his jaw drops for an entirely different reason, Rachel getting her shoulder up.
Greyson: We call Krauzer a monster, but Rachel is absolutely inhuman. She just took two of her own Dead in Tombstones, one with a chain wrapped around her head and she STILL kicks out.
Sparkles: She’s an animal…AN ANIMAL….AN AAAAANNNNIMMAAAALLL!
Greyson: Jesus Christ Sparkles, take it down a notch.
The crowd is just as spastic as Sparkles, every fan erupting into a wave of pure euphoria upon Rachel’s kick out. Yes, wrap your minds around that, the fans are actually CHEERING on Rachel. That’s right, they empathize with her. Aiken is annoyed by their reactions and by Rachel’s persistence. He lifts his thumb and in Gladiatorial spirit, he turns that thumb downward, calling for his wife to be finished off.
Krauzer drags Rachel along to her feet by the chain, forcing her throat into his enormous palm. He then heaves the NHB Champion into the air and ultimately puts her through the canvas with the chokeslam. Rachel is left splayed lifelessly across the canvas, but Krauzer will not stop until she has totally flat-lined.
He takes the chain and wraps it around her neck several times before pointing at the ropes, the crowd screaming in response to what is about to happen. Rachel is charged across the ring, right on the cusp of being thrown over and having the chain transformed into a noose that would strangle the life out of her. She is tossed over the cables but she will not allow Krauzer to become her hangman Instead of just hanging over the cables and being strangled by the chain, she floats over and lands feet first on the apron. Krauzer reaches over the ropes and slaps a hand around her throat, preparing to chokeslam her off the apron and to the outside mats. But Rachel suddenly takes some of the slack of the chain and hooks it around the back of Krauzer’s head. She then leaps off the apron and pulls down on the chain, dragging Krauzer’s throat into the top rope. His head snaps back, the whiplash causing him to stagger to the center of the squared circle. This is where Rachel prepares to finish him off. She leaps over the ropes, returning to the ring and then taking off across it right into a goozle.
Krauzer grabs her around the throat and then heaves her into the air, the chokeslam coming but never connecting. She shoots her legs across Krauzer’s back, wrapping her legs around his far arm. She has Krauzer in a position to connect with the crucifix pin, however, she never drops down into said pinfall. Instead she remains splayed across the back of Krauzer’s shoulders and wraps the chain around her elbow.
Aiken’s expression sours as he watches Rachel deliver MMA elbows repeatedly across the side of Krauzer’s skull. One elbow after another, chain laced elbow, is delivered to Krauzer’s cranium. Eventually he drops Rachel, who twists her body, goes rolling down Krauzer’s back and attempts to hit the sunset flip.
She thought she had Krauzer addled enough by her blows, but the second she goes for the pin she learns that her opponent is far tougher than she anticipated. Instead of going down Krauzer reaches down, wrapping both hands around Rachel’s throat, then heaves her up into a double handed chokebomb. But Rachel counters by slipping free from Krauzer’s hands, flying through the air and eventually landing on her boots several feet away from her adversary. She then charges at Krauzer only to be caught with a tilt a whirl back into the tombstone piledriver position. Krauzer is hell-bent and determined to cripple her via her own move.
Krauzer steps over the chair still splayed across the canvas and falls to his knees, effectively ending Rachel’s in ring career…..hold that thought.
Rachel puts the kibosh on Krauzer’s murderous plot, squirming until she slips right out of her opponent’s arm, slips over his shoulder and lands on her feet behind him.
Rachel thinks quick and acts even quicker, wrapping the chain employed in this Dog Collar match around her boot several times. Krauzer then spins around just as Rachel takes to the air and cracks him in the jaw with the Boot Licker….a Boot Licker with the chain wrapped around her heel. The blow knocks Krauzer back, but to the shock of everyone it does not take him off of his feet. His back hits the cables, the monster ricocheting off and coming back in towards Rachel, who is waiting for him with a steel chair in hand. She swings that weapon with every ounce of strength right into Krauzer’s face.
The chair bounces off of Krauzer’s cranium and sends him staggering. He falls back first against the ropes, ricochets from them and comes back into a SECOND Boot Licker. The heel and the chain crushes Krauzer’s face, sending him stumbling back into the ropes. He ricochets off and comes back into the waiting arms of Rachel, who catches the big man with an inside cradle into the pin.
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Aiken rises to the apron with the intention of interfering, but he’s too late, Rachel pinning Krauzer before Aiken can even get a foot through the ropes.
Greyson: It took a helluva effort on Rachel’s part tonight, but she finally, after a grueling Dog Collar Match has vindicated herself against Krauzer.
Sparkles: The monster who forced her along by a dog collar and chain, has just tasted defeat thanks to that very dog collar and chain. How bittersweet.
Greyson: Indeed Sparkles, Krauzer has just got a taste of comeuppance.
Sparkles: Ewwwww.
Greyson: Come-UPPANCE. Get your mind out of the gutter, Sparkles.
The victorious Rachel gets to her feet and stares through the blood of Krauzer splashed across her face. Her eyes are wide and maniacal and her grin is JUST as crazed as she glares at Ethan entering the ring in order to celebrate with her. He takes Rachel’s cheeks into his palms and plants a big kiss on her lips.
This surprisingly emotional display between Ethan and Rachel is very short lived, because happiness is a ‘no-no’ in the IWC. The Tag Team Title belt that was carried down the ramp by Krauzer finds its way into Aiken’s palms, and then the belt finds its way into the back of Ethan’s skull.
The gold smashes off of Ethan’s cranium, knocking his legs out from under him and his body into Rachel’s chest. The two collapse to the canvas, Rachel falling on her seat with Ethan’s head wrapped in her arms. Before she can do anything in retaliation, Rachel finds her arms grabbed by Mogui and Silk. The New Eden members slip undetected into the ring and ensnare Rachel’s limbs, keeping her from interfering.
Aiken: You believe your victory has proven anything? You are still feeble. You are still weak. You are still nothing without my guiding influence.
Rachel’s entire body shivers, but she can do nothing to silence Aiken’s insidious statements, her arms remaining trapped in the clutches of Mogui and Silk. All she can do is watch as Aiken forces an incoherent Ethan to his feet and into the cobra clutch.
Aiken: Your victory this evening is nothing but a fluke. You will never discover true success without my aid. You NEED me.
Rachel is FORCED to watch Ethan heaved into the air with the cobra clutch before eventually being dropped across the back of his head…..directly across Aiken’s KNEE! The crowd cringes at the sight of the Desecration, but Rachel’s response to witnessing it is far more visceral.
Finally Rachel is able to force her arms out of the clutches of Mogui and Silk, but not with enough speed to put an end to Ethan’s punishment. Once on her feet Rachel reaches out and grabs Aiken by the collar of his jacket, pulling him in close enough so that he can feel her hot breath on his face…a face that does not flinch or show even the slightest tinge of emotion.
Aiken: Go ahead my dear.
The grasp on Aiken’s jacket weakens.
Aiken: You know that you cannot exist without me.
Before Rachel can FINALLY take a stand against Aiken’s manipulation and insidious comments, the X-Class Title belt comes swinging right into the back of her head. A paralyzing blow is delivered by Alana Starr, knocking Rachel to the canvas. Shortly after using the belt to lay out Rachel, Alana tosses the X-Class Title to the canvas. She frees her arms so that she can wrap them around Rachel’s neck, force her up to her feet and then prepare to deliver the Five Starr. Ethan slowly sits up on the canvas just as Red Rayne and Mika Kozlov, two members of New Eden who had been lingering at ringside, crawl up on Ethan and take his arms. All Ethan can do is sit and watch.
Alana: You never cared about me, Ethan. You’re a liar. You’re a user. And most importantly, above all else, you …..are ……no ……GOOD©.
Alana flips over and delivers the Five Starr on Rachel, driving the back of Rachel’s skull right into the X-Class Title belt. The flip over swinging neckbreaker is destructive enough, but when delivered across the surface of the X-Class Title, Rachel is rendered absolutely dead to rights, and all before the eyes of a powerless Ethan. He is now forced to watch as Alana stands up with the X-Class Title hanging from one hand, the Tag Title drooping from the other, and Aiken standing behind her back, massaging her shoulders.
Alana and Aiken cackle with laughter as their dark eyes glow.
Ethan, in spite of having just suffered the Desecration, still tries to seek vengeance on his fallen lover’s behalf. He struggles to his feet and shows that he has learned nothing from his past encounters with Aiken, refusing to stay down in spite of the traumatic toll that has been taken on his body. And speaking of trauma, he endures far worse when Jed manages to get a hand around his throat.
The Desecration suffered moments ago has rendered Ethan incapable of fending off the chokeslam that is seemingly seconds away from being delivered by a vengeful Jed.
And unfortunately Jed is not the only monster seeking vengeance. Krauzer has recovered and now has a handful of Rachel’s throat, forcing her up to her feet. The smirking Aiken and Alana now watch as Krauzer and Jed simultaneously heave Rachel and Ethan into the air before driving them down to the canvas with stereo chokeslams. The exclamation mark on a savage assault led by Alana and Aiken.
BACKSTAGE
The bubbly Susie Moore is no longer examining a gnat parked on the tip of her nose, instead the backstage correspondent is gauging the reaction of “The Icon” Orlando Cruze. Current President of the IWC stands just outside of his office with a….grin? Yeppers. Orlando is actually smiling, in spite of the fact that his ex wife has just threatened to abscond with his children and excise him from their life entirely. Susie presently has a microphone elevated to the grinning lips of the President.
Susie: So Big Boss, the world HAS to know, is there something in my teeth?
Orlando: No.
Susie: Great. Also, the world probably expects to get your opinion on Kloe threatening your children. Any thoughts on that?
Orlando: Probably one too many thoughts, actually. But I’ll need to share one with you, and my ex-wife…
Orlando’s focus redirects from Susie and her microphone to the camera and the person presumably watching him through it.
Orlando: Kloe…honestly, this just takes the cake. I mean, sure, you’ve made some pretty stupid and risky gambles in the past, but this tops them all. You honestly think that you have ANY legal precedence to push for sole custody of our children? And can you really be so delusional as to believe that I would EVER return ownership of this federation to you? The Sinistry is DONE, Kloe, and it’s never coming back….
Harrison: Amen to that.
It’s funny, a year ago Orlando’s reaction to the presence of the Blacklist, would have been to clinch fists and prepare for a war. But today, no guard is raised, no fists are thrown, and Orlando actually accepts Lukas Montgomery and Aaron Harrison instead of trying to assault them. He does not shy away from either man as the Blacklist members surround him.
Montgomery: Glad to hear you stick to your guns, Orlando, because no one….not even HILTER or Walt Disney, would want to see the Sinistry running the show.
Harrison: Everyone on this roster sacrificed all we had to put an end to the Sinistry’s reign, we’re not letting it come back.
Orlando: No chance of that happening.
Harrison: We know you say that now, Orlando, but with all due respect, Kloe and the Sinistry have a way of making people do what they don’t want to do. There is no low they will not stoop to in order to see their goals accomplished.
Montgomery: They’ll go to any lengths imaginable, Orlando.
Orlando: No need to remind me of that mate, I remember precisely what Kloe did to my brother to force me to sell her my shares of the IWC.
Harrison: And there’s no telling what she’ll do to get that power back.
Montgomery: Now you’ve got New Eden running around here too, which, sad to admit, is a far more dangerous offshoot of the Sinistry.
Orlando: We beat Ba’al, we beat Kloe, we beat Drake, and we beat the Sinistry, we can beat New Eden too. I’m ready to go to war one more time to make sure this fede…..
Harrison: Yeeeeaaah Orlando, about that. We know you’re a fighter. That you stand up for what you believe. I’ve still got some scars to prove it….
The bangs of Harrison’s hair are pulled back to reveal a few lingering gashes from the multiple wars between he and Orlando conducted throughout 2014.
Montgomery: But besides being a fighter, you’re also a GOOD man.
Harrison: And good men can’t fight the New Eden on their level. Face it, you need people just as despicable and just as compassionless as Kloe and New Eden to push them back. If my war with Kellen Jeffries taught you anything, Orlando, it’s that you need to fight FIRE with FIRE.
Orlando: Erm, what did you two have in mind?
Harrison: Let US deal with Kloe and New Eden in our own ‘unique’ way.
Montgomery: Give us your blessing, Orlando.
The Icon KNOWS what giving the Blacklist free reign means. He’s faced an unchained Blacklist in the past, and wears his own accumulation of scars to prove it.
Harrison: Your silence says it all.
Montgomery: If you’ll excuse us, Aaron and I, we’re going to get to the ring and do what NEEDS to be done.
Harrison: Don’t worry about YOUR children, Orlando, worry about the kiddies in attendance tonight who have to watch what we do to Kloe, Aiken, and all the rest of New Eden.
Orlando: I….ummm….think I appreciate it guys. Are you sure you shouldn’t be focusing on the Tag Team Titles though, instead of on MY problems.
Harrison: Believe it or not, your problems and our problems are one in the same.
Montgomery: New Eden took our Mika, and took the Tag Team Titles. Now it’s time we take them BACK. And if Mika won’t come back to us, well…..
His sentence trails off, wisely not finishing it in an effort to spare his partner, Harrison, Mika’s FORMER fiancée, any further mental strain.
Montgomery: Anyway, we’re you’re gun, Orlando, aim us and pull that trigger.
Eyes shift to Harrison, who emulates the prophetic statement made by his former fiancée Mika Kozlov at the End of the Year Special.
Harrison: BANG-BANG.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
Most people would be disgusted, or distressed, or dismayed over the events Scott Cannon has experienced this evening, but Scott is not most people. In fact, most people try to avoid Scott like the plague, and for very good reason. At the moment he’s on an island unto himself as he sits in his locker-room, head hung and eyes staring at the Tag Team Title belt draped over his knees.
Alana: It looks like you could use a pick me up.
A hand moves towards Scott’s mouth holding, you guessed it, a not so eco-friendly Styrofoam cup. Before Scott can even examine the contents of said cup, he’s pulling back from it and turning his tense gaze to the person who offered him some hydration. The cup slips from the palm of his ‘tag team partner.’
Alana: Howdy partna!
Alana stands at the seated Scott’s side, lifting her finger into the air and pantomiming shooting him. She then pulls her finger up to her lips and blows on the tip, like she were cooling a pistol.
Scott: Alana, plllllleeeaase make your words very short, simple, and to the point.
Alana holsters her finger.
Alana: Did I catch you at a bad time?
Scott: Tell me something, do you see Silas Mason’s rotting corpse at my feet right now?
Alana stoops to check.
Alana: No. Just a lot of Styrofoam cups.
Scott: Well that should answer your question then. If his bludgeoned and bloated body isn’t splayed across this floor (points at the ground) then I’m NOT in a pleasant mood.
Alana: Hmmmm, so all it will take is murdering Silas Mason to make my partner happy? I wish I could help, but murder is never GOOD©. Not even GOOD© Evil.
Scott: Then you’re of no help to me at all.
Alana: Awwww, don’t be that way. As your Tag Team partner I’m bound and determined to help. So tell me how, with the exception of murder, Alana Starr can help you.
Scott: By not referring to yourself in the third person for starters.
Alana: Fair enough. Tell me something Scott….
Alana crouches beside the co-holder of her Tag Team Titles and drapes an arm over his burdened shoulders.
Alana:….are you really upset with Silas, or is this all about Taylor (Chase)?
Scott: What do you know about that?
Alana: Only that Aiken and I can give the two of you ULTIMATE happiness.
Try as he may to resist listening, Scott can’t help but to be intrigued.
Alana: By bringing you BOTH into New Eden. You want Taylor? Join us, help me retain the Tag Titles tonight, and Aiken can make her yours.
Scott thinks about it for a second, and ONLY a second.
Scott: Someone made me that same promise a year ago, and he never delivered.
Alana: Silas?
Nothing needs to be said, Scott just sitting there seething in silence.
Alana: Fiiiine. If ending Silas will REALLY float your boat, then I’m sure New Eden can help.
This statement perks Scott up….a little. His head finally rises to see his reflection cast in Alana’s black eyes. Her orbs are mere inches removed from Scott’s face as she gauges his reaction.
Scott: In what way?
A giant smile breaks across her face.
Alana: Use your imagination pookie.
Scott: Hmmm….
Alana: New Eden will help you with Silas, we’ll help you with Taylor, all you need to do is help me with this….
The Tag Team Title is raised in Scott’s lap and dangled inches from Scott’s face.
Alana: If you and I retain the Tag Team Titles tonight against the White-List…..
Scott: The White-List?
Alana: That’s what Mika (Kozlov) calls her former clingers….
Scott: Ah, the Blacklist.
Alana: Whatever. Anyway, help me beat the White-List and we’ll help you with more than you could ever dream.
Scott: I….
Alana: You still don’t trust that I’m looking out for your best interests? Let me prove to you how much you mean to me as my Tag Team partner…..Turn around.
Scott: What?
Alana: Cooome on, just turn around, pretty please.
A reluctant Scott rises from the chair and at last turns, his eyes narrowing on the face of Kordy. The loyal New Eden supporter and self-described “Alana Lackey,” is presently standing behind Scott with a Christmas style bow wrapped around her head.
Alana: I got you a present.
Scott: Whoa-whoa….what?
Alana: Kordy, she’s YOURS!
Scott: What do you mean, mine?
Alana: What do you think I mean, silly? Kordy is your new bodyguard.
A flustered Scott tries feebly to make sense of this, as his eyes veer from Alana to the former Evolution and Tag Team Champion, the giddy Kordy.
Scott: I don’t NEED protection.
Alana: Well Kordy is yours regardless. She’ll help you wherever and whenever you need her. Which might be tonight, when we defend our Tag Titles against Mika’s former lackeys, the White-List.
Kordy: And great news Scotty Flamingo….
Kordy eagerly steps towards the man she has now been assigned to protect.
Kordy: ….Kordy only ever talks about herself in the third person.
This revelation has Scott’s eyes rolling back into his head.
IN-RING
Harrison: Very few things legitimately turn my stomach.
The camera catches two men who have quite the history of unsettling tummies themselves. Lukas Montgomery and Aaron Harrison, collectively known as the Blacklist, currently occupy the ring. The pair is on a mission greater than the one passed down to “Juliet” Jake Blues and Elwood Blues, and this particular quest will not involve high speed pursuits with Nazis….maybe.
Harrison: But congratulations, Kloe Masters, you’ve actually managed to make me SICK.
Harrison announces as he paces the canvas with microphone in hand. His brother in arms, Montgomery, stands back in the corner nodding along and waiting for the opportunity to chime in. Presently the only ones who chime in are the commentators, speaking up in the background.
Sparkles: Harrison is hardly one to talk about making people sick. His face makes me feel like I just drank a bottle of disulfiram.
Greyson: It’s a new year, Sparkles, can’t you let go of your hate for the Blacklist?
Sparkles: Sparkles said it before and I’ll say it again, NEVAH!
Greyson: Well if they’re able to make good on their promise to END New Eden and put a stop to Kloe Masters and her disgusting threats, then that will go a long way in building our respect for the Blacklist.
Sparkles: Pfft, fat chance.
The intense Harrison continues to produce his thoughts, yet is far more intent on producing some violence. This IS the Blacklist after-all.
Harrison: It takes a particularly low form of life to use children as leverage. I daresay that Lukas and I wouldn’t even lower ourselves to such levels.
Montgomery: And that’s saying something.
Harrison: Kloe threatens to break up a family, which is why she and New Eden make such a perfect fit. Because Aiken and his merry band of pupil deprived sociopaths broke up the Blacklist, they took Mika and turned her into something that is well…NOT Mika.
Montgomery: Yeah.
Harrison: We ended 2014 vowing to bring Mika back, and 2015 won’t end until she IS returned, and until the New Eden and Kloe are driven straight out of this company. It starts tonight when we begin to remove their influence and power by taking their Tag Team Titles.
”Pop Goes the Weasel” is strumming through the speakers, which can mean only one thing. In a roundabout way the demands of Montgomery and Harrison are about to be answered. Both Lukas and Aaron now watch as the curtains open and their Mika Kozlov comes stepping through. But her ebony eyes, and the picket sign thrusting above her head are all reminders that she is not THEIR Mika anymore.
Mika: Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys!
The words on the sign extended above her head spell out the exact same comments passing through Mika’s lips.
Mika: Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys!
The protesting Mika makes several laps around the ring now, skipping along and proudly displaying her picket sign, complete with message and with lip stick stains. Yes, she was so proud of her handiwork that she actually planted a few kisses on it.
Greyson: What the hell is Mika doing out here with a picket sign no less?
Sparkles: Looks like she’s leading a protest against the Blacklist, and I will be the first to endorse it. “Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys.”
Greyson: Of course “Cowboy” WAS Mika’s pet-name for Harrison while the two were a couple.
Mika: Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys!
A laughing Mika continues to protest the Blacklist pair on the inside of the squared circle. Aaron’s chilling eyes watch Mika as his former fiancée continues to dash around the ring like a racially insensitive stereotypical band of Indians circling a wagon train.
Harrison: Mika….
Mika doesn’t listen, she just keeps on circling the ring and protesting.
Mika: Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys!
Harrison: Mika….enough.
The sight of Mika’s dark eyes coupled with her words actually seem to plague Harrison, effecting him on a number of levels.
Mika: Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys!
Harrison: MIKA!
Mika: Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys!
Harrison: MIKA LISTEN TO ME!
Harrison gets closer to the ropes and closer to Mika but no closer to actually reasoning with her.
Montgomery: GOD DAMMIT MIKA, THIS SHIT NEEDS TO END!
That was enough, Lukas just couldn’t sit idle any longer. He nudges Aaron aside so that HIS words take precedence. Mika finally stops skipping and stops protesting, actually attuning her ears to Lukas’ harsh tone.
Montgomery: You put me through a flaming table, you set fire to Aaron, and we’ve given you free pass after free pass. Now you either come back to us RIGHT NOW, we wipe the slate clean, or I promise you, you are not going to like the consequences.
Aaron snatches hold of Lukas’ wrist, turning him around so that the long-time friends are face to face.
Harrison: That’s not how we’re going to play this.
Montgomery: It’s the only way it can be played.
Mika: He-he-he. Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys!
The protest continues to resonate through the loud speakers as the picket sign thrusts above her head over and over again.
Montgomery: That’s it…
Lukas goes to vacate the ring and silence Mika only to find his wrist still bound in Aaron’s clutches.
Harrison: What are you doing?
Montgomery: What should have been done weeks ago.
Before either Aaron or Lukas can continue discussing what should be done about Mika, her true motivations for being at ringside are revealed. She is no more than a distraction that allows Alana Starr, one half of the Tag Team Champions, to come sliding into the ring. Aaron becomes the second victim of a title belt being bashed across the back of his skull at the hands of Alana. Just like Rachel Frost earlier tonight, Aaron is knocked unconscious by the very strap that he is supposed to challenge for this evening.
Greyson: Mika distracting her former Blacklist colleagues long enough for Alana to get the drop on them. Haven’t we seen enough of New Eden for one night after what their forces just did to Rachel Frost and Ethan Von Aaron?
Sparkles: You can never get enough of New Eden, and Sparkles is still demanding that all of their matches be played in super slow motion, so I can enjoy them for longer.
The fans are less than thrilled to witness another Alana sneak attack that has Aaron laid out. However, his partner, Lukas, is still standing, and is about to do something about the plight befallen his partner. He charges straight at Alana, wedging a shoulder to her gut, forcing her backwards across the ring and driving her body into the turnbuckle.
Meanwhile Kordy, wearing a pair of sunglasses and pressing her finger to an ear-mic is escorting Alana’s tag team partner, Scott Cannon down the ramp. She continues to assume the role of Scott’s bodyguard. An annoyed Cannon follows behind Kordy, who is now pulling the wig off a fan in the front row to check and make sure there are no weapons hidden beneath that could threaten Scott’s well-being.
Scott walks right past her though and throws his Tag Team Title belt down on the apron of the ring before rolling into the squared circle beneath the ropes.
Greyson: And there’s Alana’s partner, who looks rather ‘reluctant’ to say the least.
Sparkles: We saw flyboy win the Tag straps along with Alana as a result of that random pairing in the Tag Team Title Tournament on the last Riot of 2014. I dare say no one thought we’d see Scott and Alana emerge with the straps on that night.
Greyson: Now it’s going to be interesting to see if they co-exist as a team long enough to retain them.
Sparkles: Their well on their way to being great tag team partners. Look at the way Alana has sacrificed for Scott, she gave him Kordy as his bodyguard for Christ sakes.
Greyson: Don’t remind me.
It seems the highly touted Tag Team Title match pitting Alana and Scott against challengers, Aaron and Lukas is underway. Referee Arnie Ficklebottom rushes down the ramp to call for the bell and officiate this bout. Only he’s stopped at ringside by Kordy, who insists on frisking the referee before he gets anywhere near Scott. She gives him the pat down proceeded by a spank on the bottom that sends Ficklebottom off towards the ring. After a roll of the eye Ficklebottom enters the ring, signals for the bell and we’re underway with this explosive tag team title bout.
Scott steps into the corner diagonal to the one that Alana is currently wedged against by Lukas. She calls for his assistance and Scott, hesitantly answers. He bolts across the ring, extends his foot and goes for the yakuza kick on Lukas, only to have his target duck the blow. As a result Scott’s boot flies past Lukas and crushes Alana’s face. The crowd cringes at the sight of Alana’s skull being demolished by her own partner, by accident.
Scott looks surprised by his actions, not upset, but surprised.
What does upset him however, is the heat seeking dropkick nailed to the back of his head by Lukas. The move is a lot more painful considering Scott’s leg was still draped over the top rope, putting some strain on his pelvis.
Lukas puts more strain on Scott’s back though, stepping to his opponent’s side, hooking the leg draped over the top rope and the back of Scott’s head. He heaves Scott into the air and then drops him via the cradle back breaker.
Greyson: Well Scott TRIED to help Alana, but both he and his partner ended up paying for it.
A pained Scott rolls into the ropes and eventually through them to his corner. Alana has taken position in the opposite corner, standing with her back turned to Lukas, who comes rushing in with the intent of taking her down for GOOD©. But Alana delivers a swift back elbow straight across Lukas’ jaw, sending him stumbling back.
Alana pulls herself up onto the turnbuckle, spins around to face Lukas and prepares to take to the air. And she DOES go airborne, just not of her own volition. Lukas grabs her by the ankle, yanks her legs out from under her, sends her flying off the turnbuckle and eventually crashing back first directly across Lukas’ raised knee.
The crowd pops at the same time that Alana’s back buckles.
She rolls away from Lukas, who has been a back breaking machine throughout the course of this contest. Spines aren’t the only thing he’ll crack though, intent on destroying the wills and spirit of New Eden by claiming their tag team titles. He snatches Alana by her bangs, forcing her along to her into a double underhook. Lukas throws her up into the air, catches her on his shoulder and drives her into the canvas with a tiger bomb. He does not follow up with the pin, instead he grabs Alana by the ankle, lifts it into the air and sends her rolling over backwards onto her knees. Lukas hooks both of her arms and drops back into a double underhook suplex. But he doesn’t let go of her arms, instead he flips over backwards, keeping Alana’s arms trapped in a butterfly lock. He pulls her up to her feet then throws her into the air, twists her around and drops her into a butterfly back breaker.
Alana grimaces in pain, rolling away from Lukas’ elevated knees. His chilling gaze watches Alana roll to her feet in the middle of the ring. Lukas charges in, wedges a shoulder to Alana’s ribs, powers her backwards across the ring and drives her body into the turnbuckle.
Lukas then rolls back to the center of the ring and gets a running start behind a lariat. His clothesline connects against Alana’s throat. He then rushes back to the center of the ring and gets another running start behind a SECOND clothesline. Lukas then rushes to the center of the ring and bolts into a THIRD clothesline across Alana’s throat.
Greyson: Please tell me those clotheslines have shattered Alana’s voice-box.
Sparkles: That’s okay, I can watch Alana on mute all day long.
Lukas backs up for a FOURTH clothesline, charging in only to have Alana get her boots up into the air, ramming them directly into his face. The shot sends Lukas staggering back to the center of the ring and trying desperately to regain his faculties. Alana then comes charging out of the corner into a clothesline of her own only to have Lukas duck the attempted blow, catch her under the leg and around the back of the head. He now heaves Alana into the cradle back breaker, but instead of dropping her across his knees, she flips over completely.
Alana flips back and out of Lukas’ arms, landing on her feet in front of him and then charging straight into a roaring lariat delivered by Lukas, that connects with enough force to send his opponent corkscrewing through the air.
Greyson: I think Mika’s protest at ringside has had the opposite effect on Lukas that New Eden had anticipated.
The clothesline landed with enough force to leave Alana gasping for air as she rolls across the ring. She ends up with her side to the very ropes that Mika Kozlov is standing on the opposite side of. Mika becomes a bit more verbose with her protests.
Mika: Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys!
The sign in her hands shoots into the air repeatedly but neither her gestures or her words effect Lukas, he remains single mindedly focused on brutalizing Alana. Her hair falls into his hands and a headbutt nails her across the brow, knocking her back into the ropes she had been utilizing as a crutch.
Lukas then steps back and only briefly shifts focus to Aaron, making sure his partner has recovered from the blow from the Tag Team Title. Aaron is back on his feet and in his corner, the knot on his head swelling just like the anger in his soul.
He directs Lukas to get his focus back on Alana, and Lukas does not need to be told twice.
Lukas rushes straight at Alana, who gets her foot up and right into Lukas’ inbound face. The kick knocks Lukas back and sends Alana flipping in reverse over the top rope, landing on the apron. Lukas then goes charging right at Alana with a spear instead of a clothesline. But Alana sidesteps the inbound shoulder, causing Lukas’ arm and head to fly through the ropes. His upper body extends through the cables, elevated above the apron before ultimately crashing directly into it. Alana leaps into the air and delivers the Starr Crossed, a scissors kick nailing the back of Lukas’ head and driving his face down into the apron.
Greyson: That might have been the most sickening Starr Crossed I’ve ever seen.
Sparkles: With Lukie’s head stuck through the ropes and his face mashing the apron.
The blow looks like it’s instantly concussed Lukas, his brain rattled about the confines of his collapsed cranium. He rolls to the center of the ring where he is stooped before having the back of his head smashed with ANOTHER Starr Crossed.
Greyson: Make that TWO of the most sickening Starr Crossed-s I’ve ever seen.
Alana hits the move so viciously and yet lands so gracefully on her feet. With one hand she grabs at her back, and the other extends for a tag. Scott looks down at her palm and seems rather reluctant to slap it. Finally after a long breath he makes the tag and enters the battlefield. His eyes are focused on Lukas, who is rolling into his corner where he sits with back propped against the turnbuckle. Aaron is just now in the process of reaching over to make the tag to his partner’s shoulder before Scott comes barreling in and prevents that from happening. He connects with a face wash on Lukas, and a forearm on Aaron, hitting them both in one fell swoop.
Aaron is sent twisting from the corner and Lukas is sent twisting to the apron. He slowly starts to stand up on the apron grabbing at his face while Scott reaches over the ropes from the inside of the ring, snatches hold of Lukas’ head and charges him face first into the exposed turnbuckle post.
Lukas’ skull bounces off of the corner and he now falls to his knees against the apron, his cheek leaning against the exposed turnbuckle post. A particularly fired up Scott slides through the ropes to the apron and stands on the opposite side of the turnbuckle Lukas’ cheek is nestled against. Scott now reaches around the post, grabs both of Lukas’ wrists and yanks them, pulling Lukas’ forehead directly into the exposed steel. Lukas’ head bounces off and now goes twisting back into the ring with Scott following right behind. He takes hold of Lukas’ head, pulls it from the canvas and then drags it along into the furthest corner. Lukas’ head bounces from the turnbuckle and now Scott spins him around and charges him at another turnbuckle, driving his skull into it.
Lukas staggers away from the turnbuckle, holding his temples with both palms. He doesn’t get far before falling back into Scott’s clutches. The Tag Champ runs in behind Lukas, ensnares his hair, charges him across the ring and rams him into ANOTHER turnbuckle.
That’s when Alana reaches over the corner Lukas was just smashed against and makes the tag to Scott’s shoulder.
Greyson: Alana with a blind tag. Don’t know how well that’s going to set with Scott.
Sparkles: He should accept it and like it.
Alana gets into the ring and takes hold of Scott’s head while Scott is holding the other side of their opponent’s noggin. Alana points at the far corner and then gives Scott a thumbs up. After a guttural sigh Scott follows Alana’s lead, the two charging Lukas across the ring and driving his face into the further turnbuckle pad. He bounces off and staggers right back into Scott’s arms. He lifts Lukas into the air and then delivers an inverted atomic drop, planting Lukas’ rump right into Scott’s elevated knee. Alana then comes running out of the corner into a leaping knee strike that nails Lukas in the chest, sending him flipping over Scott’s knee and down to the canvas.
Scott then stands up with Alana charging to his side and hooking him under the arm. She employs her strength to TRY and lift Scott into a hip toss onto Lukas….the most important word in that statement being, TRY. Scott looks at Alana like she just asked him what type of underwear he wears, he has an expression of complete and utter confusion draped across his mug.
Scott: What the hell are you doing?
Alana: Trying to flip you into an incredible tag team move. GOOD© partners hit awesome spots like these all the time. Come on, work with me.
Alana tries to flip Scott again but he does not leave his feet, refusing to be used as a weapon against his opponent.
Alana: Fine, we’ll work on this later….KORDY.
Alana’s faithful supporter and Scott’s bodyguard, lunges to the apron.
Alana: Get in here so I can flip you.
Kordy: Gladly.
To some laughter from the crowd, Kordy enters the ring just as Scott exits it and presents her arm for flipping purposes. Alana takes her under the armpit and hip tosses Kordy towards Lukas.
Kordy connects, with canvas!
Lukas rolls out of the way and Kordy lands on her backside with nothing to show for her efforts. She turns to her elbows and knees while rubbing her wounded backside, Lukas standing up at her opposite side. Alana now rushes at Kordy, steps off the small of her back and launches herself into Lukas, landing on top of him with a crossbody. Both athletes collapse to the canvas with Alana crushing Lukas’ chest.
Alana rolls back to her feet and shouts at Scott, who is watching from his team’s corner.
Alana: Seeee, this is how a GOOD© team works together. Let’s show him Kordy.
Alana backs into her team’s corner and sticks out her wrist.
Alana: WHIP ME.
Kordy eagerly steps in and grabs Alana’s wrist, the two watching as Scott stands up in the opposite corner. Alana is launched off across the ring, but not before Scott makes a blind tag to her shoulder. Alana never feels it, too gunho about charging at her prone opponent, going for a clothesline to his throat.
Lukas gets his feet up though, aiming them at Alana’s face only to have her drop down into a baseball slide right under his legs and right under the ropes. She ends up on the apron behind Lukas, who quickly turns around and goes for a spear through the ropes, attempting to drive his shoulder into her ribs. But Alana side steps the intended blow and then charges at Lukas’ head with the Star Crossed once again about to connect. This time Lukas pulls his head back at the last second though, BARELY missing the blow.
Alana steps past Lukas after missing the kick and walks right into the European Uppercut delivered by Aaron. He steps out of his corner, across the apron and crushes Alana’s chin with his arm, retaliation for her blow to the back of his head with the Tag Team Title. The stiff strike causes Alana to turn her back to the ropes which Lukas is now reaching over. He grabs Alana by the neck, spins her around and lifts her into the vertical suplex. However, Alana manages to twist her body in mid-air, dropping down onto Lukas’ shoulders then pulling him over into the crucifix pin.
Referee Ficklebottom does not make the count considering that Alana is NOT the legal participant in this match.
Greyson: Alana going for the pin, but she’s NOT legal, Scott made the blind tag.
Sparkles: Then get in there and protect Alana already, Scott.
Lukas now manages to roll his shoulder off of the canvas and drop over to his feet just in time for Scott to sneak in behind him and go for the backslide.
Scott tries to catch Lukas off guard with a match winning cover, pulling his opponent down to the canvas and into the pin.
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Lukas will NOT be caught off guard that easily though, and will not allow this opportunity at punishing New Eden to slip through his fingers. He kicks out, dropping over to his feet. Scott is still kneeling in front of him, and Alana is taking advantage of her partner’s position. She rushes in behind Scott, steps off his stooped spine and launches herself into ANOTHER crossbody. But this time Lukas side steps her inbound body, catching her around the chest and under the leg. The crowd pops out of their seats as Lukas throws Alana down with a cradle back breaker right on top of Scott’s upper back.
Greyson: HOLY MOTHER!
Sparkles: Total ouchies.
The back breakers come back to service Lukas yet again and aid him in potentially making the tag. But first his body calls for a breather. He falls against the turnbuckle, leaning on it for support and watching as his opponent’s attempt to collect themselves. Before either athlete can get up Lukas staggers away from them and towards his corner, where Aaron is eager for a tag. He reaches out to slap Aaron’s palm but Lukas is suddenly grabbed from behind. Alana lunges across the ring and wraps her arms around Lukas’ knee, keeping him from getting much further. Lukas begins to slam his forearm repeatedly across the back of her head, trying to detach her grip on his leg.
Alana won’t let go until her partner’s move connects. Cannon charges into the ropes in front of Lukas, ricochets from them and then comes charging back in with the roaring elbow. But it never connects, Lukas ducking his head, allowing the blow to go flying right past his skull. Lukas then reaches out and catches Scott around the chin, going for the reverse neck breaker.
Alana tries to interject though, standing up and still holding onto Lukas’ leg. Ultimately she throws it into the air and causes Lukas to flip up and over onto Scott’s shoulder. Scott turns and catches Lukas in a running powerslam predicament, charging him across the ring and throwing him into a face first collision with a top turnbuckle pad. Lukas’ head bounces off of the corner and his body now goes staggering back into Alana, who leaves her feet and nails Lukas with a dropkick to the upper back. He is sent staggering right into Scott, who heaves Lukas up and onto his shoulder. He has Lukas in a running powerslam position, charging him across the ring and preparing to drive him into the canvas. But Lukas has another idea, twisting his body, sliding off of Scott’s shoulder and landing behind his back. Lukas then takes Scott around the neck and successfully connects with the reverse neck-breaker.
Greyson: Lukas finally hitting that neck-breaker.
Sparkles: BOOOOO. Boo this man. Come on Lovejoy, boo him with me.
Greyson: No thanks. I prefer to keep my skin on my body.
Sparkles: You wuss.
Mere seconds after delivering the reverse neck breaker, Lukas rolls along to his feet and tries to go for the tag to his partner. Once again his progress is impeded when Alana lunges across the ring and wraps her arms around his knee, refusing to let him get much further. Lukas can’t break his leg free from Alana’s clutches though, and it looks like he’ll never be able to make the hot tag to Aaron at this point. Scott is getting back to his feet to prevent that from happening, charging in behind Lukas and diving at his back with a double axehandle. It connects, knocking Lukas along right into the ropes. They are the only thing that keep him upright, Lukas leaning on the cables for support. Scott then charges in and blasts Lukas under the jaw with a forearm before taking him by the wrist and whipping him towards the center of the ring where Alana is waiting. She catches him with an atomic drop, planting Lukas’ crotch straight into her knee. Instead of allowing him to bounce off, Alana keeps Lukas seated, inverted style, on her knee, allowing Scott enough time to take off into the ropes in front of Lukas before rushing into a big boot. He nails Lukas to the face, knocking him off of Alana’s knee and onto the canvas across his back.
Alana then stands up and takes Lukas’ legs before falling back into a catapult. Lukas is launched into the cables….no…he’s launched THROUGH the cables. Lukas ducks his head and dives between the ropes, landing on the apron. He slowly rises to his feet when Scott comes charging in, going for the roaring elbow a second time….And just like before the blow misses its intended target.
Lukas drops to his seat on the apron and then baseball slides under the ropes and through Scott’s legs. Scott ends up falling against the cables with Lukas standing up behind him and charging at the ropes as well, with the intent of tagging out to the eager Aaron.
Greyson: He’s gonna make the tag!
Sparkles: Not if Alana has anything to say about it.
And she does.
The X-Class and Tag Team Champion leaps across the ring, wrapping her arms around Lukas’ ankle and keeping him from making the tag. Scott spots Alana latched onto Lukas like a bear-trap, prompting his next move. He rushes in behind Lukas with a double axehandle only to have Lukas turn just enough to catch Scott with a drop toe hold. Scott crashes down right on top of Alana, breaking her clasp upon Lukas’ ankle.
Sparkles: Scott living the dream by coming down right on top of Alana.
Greyson: And that leaves Lukas in position to make the tag.
Lukas lunges from his knees, diving across the ring and at long last slapping the outstretched palm of Harrison.
Greyson: There it is.
Sparkles: BOOO. Come on, Lovejoy, join Sparkles in heckling Harrison.
Greyson: Believe it or not, I’ve grown rather attached to my head, Sparkles. I’d prefer keeping it on my shoulders.
Sparkles: Puss.
The hot tag is made and Aaron is in the ring bringing the heat. He rushes right at the now standing Scott and begins to drill him repeatedly under the jaw with punches. Scott is addled by these strikes, staggering back into the ropes and then falling against them. Aaron now takes him by the wrist and whips him off across the ring only to have Alana interfere. She comes rushing towards Scott, who stops in the middle of the ring, stoops and catches her against his palms. He then turns and throws Alana straight at Aaron with a gorilla press.
But Aaron drops down out of the way, grabs the top rope and pulls down on it, causing Alana to fly over him, fly over the top rope and ultimately go crashing down to the outside of the ring. Aaron then stands up just as Scott comes charging towards him. But Aaron stoops, catches Aaron to his shoulders and back drops him over the ropes.
Scott’s lightning fast reflexes allow him to grab the top rope, float over it and land on the apron. Aaron then steps to the center of the ring and catches his partner Lukas charging towards him. Aaron heaves Lukas into a gorilla press then turns and throws him straight over the top rope and straight into Scott’s chest. Scott is knocked off the apron and to the outside of the ring, crashing down right onto Alana at ringside. The three hit the mats amidst an explosive ovation from the fans.
Aaron then charges at the nearest turnbuckle and steps up it to the very top rope. He then leaps off, twisting in mid-air and crashing into the Tag Team Champions once they’ve reached their feet at ringside. The big splash knocks all three combatants to the mats.
Greyson: Harrison took to the air and took out both of his opponents in one devastating splash.
Sparkles: BOOOO….
Greyson: We get it already Sparkles.
A now fired up Aaron stands up at ringside, pulls Scott up to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Aaron now starts to follow him, getting about half way inside before Scott comes charging in. So Aaron alters his strategy, standing up on the apron, throwing a forearm over the top rope and crushing Scott’s jaw. The shot sends Scott staggering back while Aaron takes the top rope and pulls himself over into a diving shoulder block that Scott somehow manages to side step. As Aaron flies past him, Scott delivers a devastating roaring elbow to the side of his skull.
Greyson: SNAKE EYES!
Sparkles: On a totally unsuspecting Harrison. Thank you Scott, Sparkles will send you a cheese tray.
Greyson: If it’s coming from you though, I suspect Scott will just end up getting the tray.
Sparkles: Every once in a while you do have a pearl of wisdom.
The roaring elbow has seemingly shattered Aaron’s face, as well as any chance of victory. He drops limp across the canvas and Scott is right there to make the cover. He falls over Aaron’s chest, hooking his leg with the crowd glued to every slap Ficklebottom makes to the canvas.
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Now the fans are watching another hand, Lukas’.
He reaches under the ropes, grabs Scott by the ankle and pulls him off of the cover at the last second. And Lukas doesn’t stop pulling until Scott is dragged all the way to the outside of the ring, landing on the mats right in front of his adversary.
Lukas then goes for a thrust kick on Scott’s jaw only to have Scott duck the intended blow. The momentum of his missed kick carries Lukas right past Scott and right into Alana, who catches him with a drop toe hold that sends Lukas crashing face first into the steel steps.
Meanwhile Scott is pulling himself back up to the apron with the intent of capitalizing on the Snake Eyes he delivered just a moment ago. But Harrison is far tougher than Scott has given him credit for, a fact he learns the hard way.
Scott no sooner gets to the apron before finding Aaron leaping from the ring, over the top rope and into a shoulder block. The fans are particularly expressive at the sight of Aaron and Scott flying from the apron then ultimately crashing to the outside of the ring.
Greyson: Harrison once again throwing caution to the wind!
Sparkles: He’s an idiot, an absolute idiot!
Both Aaron and Scott crash to the mats and try to mend their broken bodies.
Meanwhile Alana is rolling into the ring dragging Lukas along with her. She delivers repeated knees into the side of Lukas’ skull, which has already taken a significant amount of damage throughout the course of this match. She then takes him by the neck and seems to be setting up for the Five Starr, the very move she just employed against Rachel Frost to such devastating consequence. She leaps into the air and begins to flip forward only to have Lukas twist his body around and catch Alana’s airborne frame right on top of his shoulders.
Lukas has Alana in a fireman’s carry, right on the cusp of hitting the Samoan Drop. But Alana manages to squirm free, sliding off of Lukas’ shoulders and wrapping her arm around his neck in the process. Alana drops back, DDTing Lukas.
Lukas bounces off the top of his head then rolls across the ring, ending up on the apron. He grabs the ropes and desperately tries to reach his feet before Alana comes charging at the turnbuckle behind him. She steps up the ropes and leaps off the top one, twisting in mid-air and flying at Lukas with a DDT onto the apron….scratch that….Lukas turns and catches Alana as she flies off the top rope, causing her to land on top of his shoulders. He then turns and stares down at Scott at ringside before Lukas leaps off the apron, flips forward and hits Alana with a Finley Roll into Scott.
Greyson: Oooh wow!
Sparkles: Not my ALANA! She promised me cheese.
Lukas, Alana, Scott and Aaron are all spread across the outside mats and are receiving quite the ovation for their efforts in this Tag Title bout. Meanwhile Mika is continuing to protest on the other side of the ring and Kordy is just watching on from the base of the ramp with her head shaking. Kordy, like the crowd, is awe struck by the action in this match.
The action reaches a quicker pace when Lukas pulls Scott to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Lukas then slides into the ring, and steps up the nearest turnbuckle, all the while dragging Scott’s head along behind him. Scott stands up and finds his skull now trapped in the front chancery, Lukas about to hit him with a tornado DDT off the turnbuckle.
Lukas leaps out of the corner, twists into the move but never connects.
Scott pulls his head free and Lukas lands on his feet with his back turning towards him. Scott then grabs Lukas around the thigh, pulling him over into a release school boy that sends Lukas crashing back first into the turnbuckle. He then falls to his seat just in time to have Scott rush across the ring and deliver perhaps the stiffest face wash that has ever been unleashed before.
The Cannonball connects and leaves Lukas potentially concussed.
Scott now turns away from Lukas and spots Aaron trying to re-enter the ring, getting his head through the ropes. Scott takes care of that by charging at Aaron’s side and crushing his skull with ANOTHER Cannonball. Aaron is knocked from the apron and back to the outside of the ring, unable to bear witness to the THIRD Cannonball.
Scott turns towards Lukas still seated in the far corner, charging at him and extending his boot for the knock out shot. But Lukas rolls out of the way, causing Scott’s boot to fly through the ropes, totally missing his desired target. Scott then turns around as Lukas rushes at him, catches him around the neck, steps up the turnbuckle and flies off, twisting into a sickeningly stiff tornado DDT.
Scott’s head bounces off of the canvas and he rolls right along to the apron with Lukas following along behind him. Scott collapses to the outside mats with Lukas stepping through the ropes, standing with one foot on the apron and reaching down to grab his opponent on the mats below.
However, Lukas should have been watching the opponent in the ring. Alana rushes across the ring, steps up the turnbuckle in front of Lukas, leaps off and twists, catching him around the neck then spiking him straight head first into the apron with the DDT.
Sparkles: Holy shit on a shingle!
Greyson: The action in this match has just been spectacular.
Sparkles: You should have known that would be the case, Lovejoy, when those Tag Team Titles are up for grabs, no one is going to be pulling any stops.
Lukas collapses to the outside mats right alongside Scott, who is reeling from the DDT HE suffered just a few moments ago. And speaking of DDTs, there might be a few more of them. Alana rises to the apron and then spots Aaron re-entering the ring then rushing across it. He leaps into the air to deliver a shoulder block over the top rope only to have Alana launch her foot into the air, swinging it right into Aaron’s airborne face. He now comes back down onto his feet, looking disorientated and prone to Alana, who leaps over the top rope, twists and catches Aaron with a hot shot DDT.
Aaron’s skull careens into the canvas and his body is left in a state of paralysis, prime for the pickings. Alana realizes this, hence why she is rolling to the outside of the ring, standing up on the apron and then grabbing the top rope. She now comes flipping over the top rope and into a senton splash across Aaron’s ribs.
But Alana decides once just ain’t good enough. She rolls back to the apron, stands up and holds the top rope before flipping over it into ANOTHER senton. She hits Aaron’s body…his STANDING body. Aaron lunges to his feet just in time to catch Alana in the midst of flipping over the top rope, grabbing her around the neck and letting her feet dangle over the cables. He then drops back and spikes Alana straight on top of her skull with a top rope hung DDT.
Sparkles: Damn you Harrison, damn you to the bowls of Hades.
The crowd is going absolutely spastic at the sight of Alana’s head taking such a nasty collision with the canvas. Aaron now pins her on that very canvas, hooking her legs.
Ficklebottom WOULD make the count, but Alana is NOT the legal combatant in this match. Her partner however, is. At that very moment Alana’s partner, Scott, is reaching under the ropes and grabbing Aaron’s legs, pulling on them and dragging him out of the ring. Aaron ends up on the apron though and then wedges his feet to Scott’s chest, pushing him back and sending Scott spiraling across the mats right into the barricade. Scott bounces off the steel and staggers right into Aaron, who comes leaping off the apron into a tornado DDT. He gets Scott spun around to deliver the move, dropping back to spike Aaron’s skull into the ringside mats but to the shock of everyone, no one more so than Aaron, Scott keeps the DDT from connecting by rooting his feet to the mats. Aaron now hangs from Scott’s neck, keeping the front chancery applied while also wrapping his legs around Scott’s waist.
Scott takes advantage of his attacker’s position, hooking his arm around Aaron’s head, standing up straight then snapping back into a cradle DDT into the outside mats.
Sparkles: HOOOOLLLY FUDGE!!
Greyson: Enough with the DDTs people.
All four combatants in this match find themselves suffering the ill effects of these numerous drops on their skulls. Only Scott is now moving and he’s dragging Aaron along with him towards the ring. Aaron rolls under the ropes to the interior of the ring, a battered Scott following behind him. Scott crawls in at Aaron’s side, hitting him with punch after punch across the brow. He then forces Aaron to his feet and throws him back into the turnbuckle. Scott heaves Aaron into the air, sits him on the top rope and then drags him out of it into position for the muscle buster.
But Aaron begins to struggle and ultimately is able to shift his weight so that he comes down onto his feet instead of onto his head. He lands right in front of Scott and then stands up delivering a boot to his ribs. Scott is doubled over where both of his arms are hooked in anticipation of being spiked with the Hybrid Theory.
The double underhook driver is about to connect, or at least it would be if Alana weren’t interfering. She suddenly comes springing off the top rope and flying right into Aaron.
She had a dazzling aerial move in mind but all her plans go out the window when Aaron tosses Scott aside and demolishes Alana’s face with a thrust kick. Alana is knocked out of the air and down to the canvas at Aaron’s feet. He twists away from her and falls into the ropes that Lukas is using to pull himself from the ringside mats to the apron.
Aaron steadies himself just in time to spot Scott charging at him, delivering the Snake Eyes a second time. But Aaron ducks his head, causing the forearm to fly past him and instead crash right upside Lukas’ face.
Lukas no sooner got to his feet on the apron before finding Scott’s roaring elbow flying from the ring, over the top rope and right into his brow. The stiff blow sends Lukas flying off of the apron and crashing to the outside mats.
Greyson: Snake Eyes now taking out Montgomery!
Sparkles: Hahahaha-aaaaah-hahahaha, in the words of Kordy, WOOTIE.
The crowd watches Lukas take the fall, but a greater fall is in store for Scott the moment he turns around and finds his chin shattered by a thrust kick. The blow has Scott knocked back and into the ropes, falling against them for support. He looks highly disorientated by the jaw shattering kick, but it’s the top of his head on the cusp of receiving the most damage. Aaron staggers towards Scott, takes him under the arms and begins to climb the turnbuckle. The fans find themselves getting very hyped as Aaron sets up for the Hybrid Theory off the top rope.
Ficklebottom might be in a position to talk Aaron out of this course of action if the official presently wasn’t arguing with Kordy on the apron. The referee is blocking Kordy’s access to the ring, but is unaware that Kordy never had any intention of actually interfering.
Kordy just keeps the official’s eyes on her and her alone, keeping Ficklebottom from seeing what is about to happen to Aaron. At the moment Aaron is hoisting Scott into the air to deliver the Hybrid Theory off the turnbuckle only to find that it’s not Scott’s head that is shattered, but Aaron’s intentions.
The picket sign that Mika has been protesting with at ringside throughout the duration of this match, now comes swinging right into Aaron’s back. Not only does this cause Aaron to drop Scott, but it causes him to lower his defenses. Aaron can do nothing to prevent Alana stepping up the ropes in front of him and then delivering the GOODnight. The enzugari smacks Aaron in the back of the head, causing him to stoop forward and find his already wounded skull falling into Scott’s arms.
Scott steps up to the middle rope, hooks the creases of Aaron’s knees then falls back out of the turnbuckle into a super-muscle buster.
Sparkles: OOOOOH SNAP!
Greyson: Muscle buster from the top rope, Cannon DRIVING Harrison so viciously into the canvas.
Sparkles: And Mika set up everything.
A smile settles over Mika’s face as she watches from the apron and continues to lift her picket sign into the air, the very sign that just cost Aaron the Tag Team Titles. Scott hooks Aaron’s legs but at this point the outcome is academic.
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The crowd is unanimous in their disgust as they witness Scott and Alana retain the Tag Team Titles. Scott slowly sits up, wincing in pain and feeling the obvious wear and tear of what was a highly physical bout. Alana steps in beside him and begins to pat Scott on the back, congratulating him based on their successful Tag Title defense.
Greyson: I would commend Scott and Alana for their hard fought victory if it hadn’t been for the interference of Mika Kozlov. Which we all should have seen coming from a mile away.
Sparkles: Yet again she costs Aaron success. And you have GOT to love her for it.
Greyson: I don’t HAVE to love anything, Mika especially.
The dark eyes of Mika shine so brightly as she now skips around the unconscious Aaron still holding the protest sign.
Mika: Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys!
Aaron is in no position at the moment to shut Mika up as her shouts resonate louder than ever. Lukas however, IS in a position to silence her, however, he enters the ring moments too late to get his hands on her. Mika is already making her exit, avoiding Lukas. He does not give pursuit, and instead kneels beside Aaron, checking on his condition. His eyes repeatedly veer to the stage where Mika is now standing and thrusting her picket sign above her head.
Mika: Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys!
At the same time Alana is helping Scott to his feet just in time for Kordy to step in and hand them both their respective Tag Team Titles.
Alana: What are you doing, Kordy?
Kordy: Giving you your belt.
Alana: Can’t you see Scott needs your help. Carry him.
Kordy: Mmmkay.
Kordy stoops down and attempts to pick Scott up but doesn’t nearly have the strength to lift his far heavier frame. He eventually brushes off her hands and steps away from Kordy and Alana. It isn’t until he reaches the ropes that he spins back around to address the New Eden pair.
Scott: You had better keep your word, Alana.
BACKSTAGE
Mika: Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys!
The protest goes on even as Mika makes her way into the backstage area. The sign in her hands remains elevated above her smiling head, hands clasping to the picket board that was just used to cost the Blacklist the Tag Team Titles. She strolls merrily along through the backstage area, belting out the same three word sentence over and over again.
Mika: Death to cowboys!
Not only do her words aggravate the fans, but they unnerve the man she runs right into, the man who was headed in the opposite direction, towards the ring as opposed to away from it. Orlando Cruze, the President of the IWC, crosses his arms over his chest and gives Mika the type of look that threatens the perpetual grin on her face.
Orlando: Enjoying yourself?
Mika: Always mishka, always.
Orlando: Let’s see how much you enjoy yourself in a few minutes.
Mika: Oh? You have plans for Mika?
Orlando: I know Tay wants to bring you back home….
Mika: That’s my sestra, always so loyal to her little tykva.
Orlando: Yes-yes, but Taylor’s loyalty to you and seeing you brought back home, doesn’t give you license to get away with murder. Maybe seeing the consequences of your actions, will reinforce why you NEED to get away from Aiken and New Eden….
Mika: Oooooh how Mika likes the way your mouth moves, hehehehehe.
Mika’s hand moves close to the lips of her sister’s husband, only to have Orlando pull back from her touch.
Orlando: Well you won’t like the words that come out of it. I’m on my way to respond to Kloe’s threats, but I just wanted to take a moment and let you know that you’ve got a match for tonight
Mika: Do you want to wrassle with Mika?
Orlando: No, but I know someone who probably does. Tonight, you go one on one with….Aaron Harrison. And New Eden are BANNED from ringside.
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BACKSTAGE
A shirt is wadded up and tossed into a gym bag. Aaron Harrison is storing away all the belongings he had amassed in his locker when he’s finally caught by his Blacklist teammate, Lukas Montgomery.
Lukas: Boy oh boy, do I ever have a bombshell for ya bud.
Lukas steps into the locker-room and stops beside Aaron, watching his friend continue to pack. Aaron doesn’t even look away from his gym bag, too focused on the pain coursing through his head as a result of ex-fiancee’s attack. The assault by Mika Kozlov that just cost him the Tag Team Titles, continues to plague him both physically and especially mentally.
Lukas: Just got word that Orlando (Cruze) has done us a solid, he’s given you a one on one match against Mi….ka….
The excitement in Lukas’ tone is replaced with confusion once he realizes that Aaron is packing up his gear.
Lukas: Um, going someplace?
Aaron: I’m leaving.
That’s all Harrison has to say, zipping up his bag, throwing the strap attached to it over his shoulder then turning to leave. He takes all but two steps before Lukas manages to hold him in place via the hand wedged to his chest.
Lukas: Whoa-whoa, what do you mean you’re leaving?
Aaron: I mean I’m leaving, can’t put it any more bluntly.
Lukas’ hand is gently nudged from Aaron’s chest.
Lukas: But what about….
Aaron: I’m not fighting Mika.
Lukas: God-dammit man. You’re telling me that after everything…EVERYTHING that she’s done to the two of us, you’re just going to let this opportunity at payback slip through your fingers? She put me through flaming tables. She set you on fire. What is it going to take before you realize she’s lost…the Mika you loved, is no more.
Aaron: I’m not going to give up on her, Lukas. I WILL get her back, and I fail to see how fighting her tonight is going to help turn her against New Eden.
The words Lukas is about to say seem to take a heavy burden on him.
Lukas: There is no going BACK. Mika is GONE.
The words Lukas has just spoke seem to place just as heavy a burden on Aaron.
Lukas: She can’t be saved, and I’m through watching you suffer TRYING to save her. You might be willing to let this opportunity Orlando has given us pass you by, but I won’t.
There is no need to read between the lines, there is no subtlety, Lukas is as straightforward with his proclamation as you can be. He makes his exit and leaves Aaron to stand there weighing a choice no man should ever have to make.
IN RING
”You Know My Name” rips through the speakers and rips the fans right out of their seats. They collectively stand on their feet and shower Orlando Cruze with such adulation. The universally beloved President of the IWC steps to the stage as his intro tunes begin to fade away in the background. His music cuts out just as he reveals the microphone in hand that he presently raises to his lips. Before Orlando can get a word from his makeshift dais, the stage, the commentators get a few words of their own in.
Sparkles: The Grand Supreme Chrome Dome is here, Lovejoy. Think he’s going to sing some Barry Manilow and woo us all?
Greyson: Not if there’s a God, Sparkles, not if there’s a God.
Sparkles: Then I guess he’s put here to answer to Kloe Masters’ threats regarding his children? I wonder if his kids are bald too.
Greyson: That wouldn’t surprise me at all.
The President provides the answer many have been clamoring to hear throughout the night.
Orlando: So yet again we find ourselves facing another Kloe Masters ultimatum. Big surprise there, right? Not like she can get anything done without using threats and blackmail. Her latest attempt being…..
A document is removed from the inside pocket of Orlando’s expensive jacket.
Orlando: This here….
The folded piece of paper is raised above Orlando’s head.
Orlando: These papers were delivered to me, not personally mind you because that would actually take the presence of a backbone, and in pretty specific terms they state that my ex-wife, Kloe Masters, will pursue sole custody of our children if I do NOT call off the Steel Cage Match tonight that she’s slated to compete in.
After a long, drawn out sigh, Orlando continues.
Orlando: I guess it’s only fitting that the first Riot of 2015 starts the same way the last Riot of 2014 ended. Kloe tried to pull this same tactic against my wife (Taylor Chase), threatening to put me and her best friend, Kelcey Wallace, in a crucifix match against the ENTIRE Sinistry if Tay didn’t sign a contract. On that night Tay easily could have bent to Kloe’s will, she could have succumbed to my ex’s manipulation, but instead she took the road very few would risk taking. She stood up to Kloe, she stood up to the Sinistry, and she refused to sign a contract that would force Tay to nullify the stipulation she had placed on her World Title match against Ba’al. As a result of that defiance, Kloe’s no longer in a position to control and manipulate anyone, myself included. If this show is truly going to mirror the final Riot of 2014, then I guess you all know what I’m about to do with this document.
With their eyes bulging from their sockets, and their pulse rates quickening, the fans watch Orlando takes Kloe’s court summons and rip it straight down the center. He continues tearing again and again and again before throwing the tattered remnants into the air and watching as they fall like confetti upon the stage.
Orlando: Kloe, your days of threatening me into giving you what you want are over. I won’t make the same mistake I did when you threatened my brother’s well-being, I won’t give you back control over this company, and you damn well better believe I’m not calling off the cage match. You want to take me to court, FINE, I’ll see you there. And Tay, she’ll be seeing YOU inside of THAT!
Orlando hand is no longer employed to rip up the contract. Instead it’s now employed to point straight at the Steel Cage lurking high above the ring.
BACKSTAGE
Kloe Masters looks absolutely sick.
A pale hue overtakes her clammy flesh. Sweat is starting to trickle down her brow and over her cheeks. Her horror inspired by Orlando Cruze’s announcement just made on the stage. She hears every word of it from her vantage point backstage, positioned right in front of a monitor that provides footage from the ring. Behind her we can see Samantha Hodgson, Kloe’s legal-council, discreetly grabbing her belongings and making a slow exit from the locker-room. Her departure goes unnoticed by Kloe, who is glued to the screen, unable to tear her eyes away from it and see Hodgson getting out while the getting is good. The commentary duo of Sparkles and Lovejoy just can’t help themselves, their amused voices heard in the background.
Sparkles: Ooooh hells yes, Kloe, yer ass is gettin’ in that cage tonight.
Greyson: I think it’s finally dawning on her, there’s NO escape. Kloe WILL face Taylor inside of the Steel Cage in our main even tonight.
Sparkles: She is fucked six ways from Sunday.
Greyson: Taylor Chase versus Kloe Masters, inside a cage, it’s on!
Kloe looks like she’s trying to swallow down a giant boulder at this point, though it’s presently caught up in her throat. Her whole world has just been shattered, and so too might be her body when Taylor gets her hands on it in the steel abomination this evening.
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BACKSTAGE
With gym bag flung over shoulder and his destination being the parking lot, Aaron Harrison moves as far away from the ring as possible. The Blacklist member is clearly intent on leaving the building rather than heading to the ring to compete against his ex-fiancée, New Eden’s Mika Kozlov. The woman who has his heart and who has tormented him endlessly in recent months. Yet again Greyson and Sparkles can be overheard speculating in the background as to Aaron’s motives.
Greyson: Looks like Aaron Harrison is leaving. But he’s supposed to be facing Mika Kozlov tonight.
Sparkles: Great, get out of here, and PLEASE let the door hit you as hard as possible in the ass on the way out.
Greyson: What’s going to happen to Harrison’s match with Mika?
This thought has just popped into Aaron’s head, coupled with the vow made by Lukas Montgomery, Aaron’s brother-in-arms mere seconds after Aaron made it apparent that he wouldn’t fight Mika. Aaron stops, lets his gym bag slip down into his palm, and begins to think with his brain rather than with his heart.
MIKA KOZLOV VS. AARON HARRISON
“Pop Goes the Weasel” plays through the speakers for the third, and HOPEFULLY last time tonight. These tunes highlight the arrival of Mika Kozlov, who is all smiles as she sashays through the curtains and to the stage. The laughing Mika continues to hold the picket sign that she employed earlier tonight to cost Aaron Harrison and Lukas Montgomery, her former Blacklist teammates, the Tag Titles.
Mika: Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys!
A collective groan is heard from the audience in response to Mika’s protest and flamboyance. She doesn’t give a care in the world as to how they react to her, she’s still laughing louder than ever as she makes her way down the ramp. It doesn’t even bother her that she’s about to face a man who she was once madly devoted to before her abduction and transformation at the hands of Aiken Frost. Of course all of this background information is about to be recited by Captain Exposition himself, Greyson Lovejoy, who chimes in from the commentator’s table.
Greyson: This is one that’s been building for a long time. Mika Kozlov FINALLY about to answer for everything she’s done to her fiancée Aaron Harrison since that faithful night at Reawakening Day when she was abducted by Aiken Frost and brought into his collective known as New Eden.
Sparkles: She’s never been more dangerous, Lovejoy, she’s cra-cra dangerous. Oh, and you got something wrong in your little exposition fest….
Greyson: Please don’t start in with your horrible Captain Exposition theme song.
Sparkles:….You said Mika was FINALLY going to answer for her crimes against Aaron, but you should have said, she’s PRESUMABLY going to answer for her crimes against Aaron, seeing as we just saw Aaron leaving the building.
Greyson: Mika may have turned against him, but Harrison is still madly in love with Mika, maybe the one person on the planet he’s ever TRULY loved. It’s hard to turn your back on a love like that.
Sparkles: Save it for a Lifetime movie of the week, Lovejoy.
The fans are jacked up for a contest they’ve been waiting to see since Mika was instrumental in putting her ex, Harrison, inside a crate then setting fire to it. The situation gets all the more combustible when Mika is provided a microphone.
Mika: Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys!
The protest continues right up until Mika decides she’s bored. The sign is thrown down at her feet then the microphone in her opposite palm is raised to her lips.
Mika: Come along my cowboy. Come on out and put your hands all over your precious Mika, hahahaha. You want to fondle me, do you not? Hahahaha. You want to ravage me over and over again? Come along, and let us get nasty!
Greyson: Mika truly has taken a long walk off that short cliff known as sanity. She’s only further inspiring Harrison’s wrath. And she doesn’t even have New Eden out here to watch her back. Orlando had them banned from ringside.
Sparkles: Not like she’s risking much at all by baiting Harrison, the guy is NOT coming out here to fight her.
The comments interspersed with laughter being made by the sociopathic Mika come to an end when another tune drowns out her words. The intro track of “Enemy” is blaring all throughout the Manhattan Center, alerting Mika to the danger she is presently facing. Her laughter grows louder when Lukas Montgomery steps to the stage, NOT the man she was slated to face, Aaron Harrison.
Greyson: Oh-ho-ho-ho, it doesn’t like Harrison wants a fight, but his Blacklist teammate does.
Sparkles: It’s Lukas Montgomery….yuck.
Greyson: Lukas had just as much history with Mika, as Aaron does, the three of them were part of the Blacklist for years. That family dynamic the three have created was shattered the night of Mika’s abduction.
Sparkles: I think Aaron and Lukie aren’t seeing eye to eye on what needs to be done about Mika, the guys are taking two radically different approaches.
Greyson: Indeed, with the exception of Harrison smashing an urn over Mika’s head several weeks ago, he’s outright refused to fight her, Lukas on the other hand has been hell-bent on destroying Mika. He even tried to set her on fire.
Lukas rolls into the ring with the woman he and Aaron teamed alongside of for a year here in the IWC. Never did he imagine that after that year he’d stand in the ring not teaming with Mika, but looking to tear her apart.
Mika: Hi Lukie.
Lukas: Shut up.
Mika: I bet you have always wanted to touch Mika too. Did it make you jealous? Watching Aaron and I kiss? Hehehehe….
Lukas: Shut up.
The pacing Lukas snarls in response to Mika’s comments.
Mika: Did your eyes go green with envy every time Cowboy and I screwed….
Lukas: SHUT UP!
The last nerve has been struck and now Mika is the one struck. Her throat is grabbed and squeezed, Lukas pushing her back against the turnbuckle. He leans in towards Mika’s face so that she can see the rage that consumes his eyes. The microphone that she was holding is now in Lukas’ palm, and he’s the one putting it to use.
Lukas: I’m tired of this bullshit Mika, I’m tired of you fucking with Aaron and I every chance you get. I’ve been patient, I’ve even tried to be understanding, but there is one thing I’m not, forgiving. There is no forgiveness for what you’ve done Mika, and if Aaron refuses to do something to put an end to you, I WILL.
MIKA KOZLOV VS. LUKAS MONTGOMERY
Referee Michelle Blacker comes sliding into the ring and calls for the bell just as Lukas delivers a knife edge chop across Mika’s chest. He then throws a knee into Mika’s ribs, doubling her over, getting out his frustrations on her. He then charges in and delivers a lariat to her throat.
Greyson: I think the fact that Mika cost the Blacklist the Tag Team Titles was the final straw.
Sparkles: He’s snapped-crackled-and popped.
Although he’s still wounded after the very physical Tag Title bout, Lukas isn’t holding anything back against Mika. He throws another knee into her mid-section, followed by a second, then a third, forth, fifth, sixth. He’s absolutely determined to inflict some significant internal injuries on Mika, who he now takes by the wrist and launches into the far corner. Mika charges at the turnbuckle but never connects with it, instead she grabs the top rope, leaps into the air and extends her legs, dropping them onto the shoulders of an inbound Lukas. She then let’s go of the rope, twists around and sends Lukas flying forehead first into the middle turnbuckle pad via a head scissors.
His skull bounces back from the corner and now his body goes staggering into Mika’s clutches. She catches him with a side headlock then turns his head into a battering ram, driving it into the middle turnbuckle pad. Lukas is sent staggering back from Mika, but within a matter of seconds she’s right back on top of him.
She charges at Lukas and receives a stiff knife edge chop across the chest for her troubles. Mika stumbles only to regain her footing, take Lukas around the head, put him in a neck cravat then lower his face so that she can launch a knee straight up into it. She then breaks the cravat and spins around into a roaring lariat only to have her move thwarted when Lukas hits her across the chest with a SECOND knife edge chop. Skin is almost torn from Mika’s chest by the impact with the chop. She’s reeling but is still capable of responding. She reaches out, places Lukas in a side headlock and now begins to deliver punch after punch straight into his face. She unloads with piston like rights while laughing the whole time.
Mika now charges him towards the turnbuckle, about to transform his skull into a battering ram for a second time. However, Lukas pushes her off and sends Mika racing into the corner. She lunges into the air, lands on the middle rope and then springs off, twisting back towards Lukas and into a knife edge chop. The blistering blow crushes Mika’s chest, swatting her out of the air and down to the canvas.
Greyson: A very aggressive start to this match. One that is BEYOND personal. Who can forget Mika tearing through the Cartel-tron several weeks ago at NewAge to cost Lukas a match against Kellen Jeffries.
Sparkles: I remember Kellen put Lukas through two stacked flaming tables as a result. Which was the highlight of 2014.
The fans find themselves increasingly jacked with every blow that Lukas delivers on Mika. He’s now connecting with a few more, dragging Mika up to her feet and blasting her forehead with a hard punch. Mika is sent back peddling into the corner and Lukas is getting a running start behind a knife edge chop. It connects with such force that Mika is knocked off of her feet and to her seat, back wedged against the corner. Lukas now gets another running start, barreling towards Mika with a knee instead of a chop. The running knee smash connects, with the corner!
Mika rolls out of the way and under the ropes, causing Lukas’ knee to connect with the turnbuckle and causing him to grimace in pain as a result. From the outside of the ring Mika reaches under the ropes, grabs Lukas by the legs and pulls them out from under him. She then drags him to the outside of the ring, Lukas landing right in front of her. Lukas acts quicker than Mika had anticipated. He wedges his hands to her stomach and pushes her back, causing her to lose her footing and land on her seat. Mika’s spine is wedged to the steel steps and her face is about to be crushed by a running knee.
Lukas charges in and delivers the running knee smash to the STEEL STEPS.
Once again Mika has rolled out of the way and caused the object that was supporting her to destroy Lukas’ leg. He hits the steps with such force that he instantly goes flipping over them and ultimately crashing down on the opposite side across the mats.
Greyson: Lukas so determined to destroy Mika, that he’s destroying himself in the process.
Mika now watches as Lukas pulls himself up with the use of the steel steps….steel steps that Mika is launching herself off. She charges across the mats, leaps on top of the stairs then lunges into the air, driving both of her knees into Lukas’ chest. He collapses to his back with Mika coming down on top of him, her knees driven into Lukas’ lungs and knocking the air right out of them.
Mika leads Lukas along to his feet and eventually rolls him into the ring. He barely gets a knee under him before Mika comes charging in and blasts him across the side of the face with a basement dropkick. The blow sends Lukas rolling towards the ropes, desperately grabbing at them and just as desperately trying to get to his feet. Mika charges in behind him though and grabs her former best friend’s back, raking it with her finger nails.
Lukas then turns to Mika and finds his chest raked by her nails as well, leaving gashes in his flesh. He turns his back on Mika and she digs her claws into his back, scraping it once again. Lukas finally spirals into the corner and Mika puts her thumbnails straight into his eyes. She tries to push with enough force to burst his pupils but Lukas avoids blindness. He puts his hands to Mika’s gut and shoves her back with all of his strength. In spite of his impaired vision Lukas can still make out the form of Mika, and he now goes rushing right into it. But instead he rushes right into a basement dropkick to the knee, knocking it out from under him.
Lukas drops to his back and grabs at his leg, which is quickly latched onto. Mika swings around it and laughs while shouting the word “WOOO.” She falls to the canvas and applies the figure four on her weakened and addled opponent.
Lukas lunges to his seat, shouting out in pain. The moment Lukas opens his mouth, Mika reaches out and puts her fingers down it, applying a mandible claw at the same time that she has the figure four leg lock established.
Greyson: A double submission by Mika in what has been a wild match thus far.
Finally Lukas is able to spit out the fingers of Mika, sparing himself the pain of at least one of her submission holds. Now he tries to escape the other by rolling his body and forcing Mika right along with him. Both athletes turn towards the ropes and Lukas manages to reach out and grab the bottom one. Referee Blacker demands the break of the hold before Mika can break both of Lukas’ legs. She releases him and rolls to the outside of the ring. She reaches back inside, grabs Lukas’ leg and pulls it out over the apron. She then lifts it into the air and swings the crease of his knee down into the hardest section of the ring.
Lukas sits up and bites his tongue to keep from hollering in pain. Mika then grabs Lukas’ leg a second time, heaving it into the air and preparing to swing the kneecap down into the apron. But Lukas lifts his other foot, sticks it through the ropes and wedges to Mika’s chest. He then pushes her off, sending Mika twisting into the announce table. She falls against it while her prey is scooting towards the center of the ring and more importantly towards the picket sign she brought with her.
Once again Mika decides that she’s bored, grabbing a chair from ringside and then looking to use it to end this charade. She slides into the ring and lifts the chair above her head while charging straight at Lukas. However, what she runs into instead is a shot from the wooden board on her sign, taking it directly to the ribs. Mika drops the chair, staggers back and falls on the middle rope.
The referee instantly calls for the bell, throwing out the match after Lukas’ use of the picket sign as a weapon, and he isn’t through employing it to brutalize his former Blacklist partner.
Greyson: Lukas using that sign on Mika’s ribs….
Sparkles: And now the miserable son of a bitch has got hold of a chair.
The sign is tossed and the chair grabbed. Lukas aiming it at Mika’s head, finally on the cusp of bringing all of her uproarious laughter to a gruesome end. He lifts the chair above his head and charges in with the intent of delivering a concussing blow. Instead of blocking it, Mika actually seems to be anticipating it. Her smile grows as the chair inches towards her skull. However, it never connects with her brow, the chair instead landing in a set of hands…a set of hands belonging to Aaron Harrison.
Greyson: Look it’s Harrison, he didn’t leave after-all.
Sparkles: As if Sparkles was that lucky.
Greyson: But why…why is he keeping Lukas from using the chair?
A delighted Mika remains seated on the middle rope, a prime vantage point to observe the disagreement now breaking out between Lukas and Aaron. Clearly Aaron didn’t come to aid Lukas in the desired destruction of Mika, Aaron is here to put a stop to it. He even goes as far as to throw the chair out of the ring. No sooner does he toss the weapon before being grabbed by the shirt and spun around by a fiery intense Lukas.
Lukas: What’s it going to take? Huh? What’s it going to take before you realize she has GOT to be stopped!
Aaron says nothing, biting his tongue.
Lukas: She’s a monster, Aaron, and we’re the only ones who can stop her.
Still no words pass through Aaron’s lips, he just looks on with a hollow stare. Not even Mika’s words emanating from ringside spark a reaction from her deeply troubled ex.
Mika: Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys!
Once again the picket sign has returned to Mika’s hands and flails through the air as she skips around the ringside area. Aaron might be watching her, but Lukas isn’t, his eyes study the reaction of his tag team partner. Lukas watches Aaron very closely, but looks past his expression, TRYING so hard to understand where Aaron is coming from.
Mika: Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys! Death to cowboys!
BACKSTAGE
Desperation is not something that Kloe Masters wears very well. The fact that she was unsuccessful in blackmailing her way out of the Steel Cage match tonight against Taylor Chase prompts her to stoop to even more desperate measures, hence her present company.
Kloe: After everything that I did for you, all the time I spent guiding you, and standing up for you, the least you can do is go to bat for me tonight. Can’t you use some of your pull to sway Orlando? Convince him to drop the Steel Cage stipulation?
Kloe crosses her fingers and hopes that she catches more flies with honey than she does vinegar. It remains to be seen rather her insincere speech moved its target audience, Karen McBride, to alter the cage match this evening. Karen leisurely reclines in her chair and turns from side to side as she glances at Kloe out of the corner of her eye. If someone had told Karen at the beginning of the night that Kloe would come groveling at her feet, she probably wouldn’t have believed it. But lo and behold, Karen, the Principle Owner, now watches Kloe stand in front of Karen’s desk BEGGING for help, filling the office with the sounds of her pleas.
Karen: So let me TRY to understand this. You want moi, the woman you strung along and played like a fool for months, to intervene on your behalf, and keep you from competing in a Steel Cage? Am I following you correctly thus far?
Kloe: I-I-I never wanted to hurt you when I revealed my alignment with the Sinistry. Don’t you remember how I defended you against Taylor Chase? How I was the one person who stood up for you when everyone else had turned against you? All I’m asking now is that you do the same for me.
Karen: Hmmmm….
Kloe: Why are you thinking about it? You OWE me this, Karen. Do what’s right!
Before decibels can get any higher, the door to Karen’s office enters and her Prestige stable-mate William Mason comes strolling on in. The bearer of the Pure Championship waltzes right in with his customary aurora of ‘I own the place.’ He further marks his territory by taking a seat on the desk while popping a tic-tac in his mouth, chewing on it as obnoxiously as possible. Naturally William goes nowhere without his entourage, followed by his bodyguard JaMarcus Avery, and his pupil, Christy Hightower.
William: I trust I’m not interrupting anything.
The intrusion of Karen’s fellow Prestige allies has Kloe internally wanting to cut every throat in the room, but externally she wears an accommodating smile.
Kloe: Absolutely not. Your friend Karen and I were just wrapping up business.
William: Were you?
Kloe: Indeed. But I’ll step aside for now and let you two talk, sure you’d like to have some alone time.
The nervous Kloe tries her very best to hide her anxiety as she turns to the grin on Karen’s face.
Kloe: I trust you’ll make your decision known to Orlando?
Karen: Sure I will. Don’t you worry about a thing; I’ll do what’s right.
Karen interlocks her hands, places them on her desk, leans forward and produces the toothiest of smiles.
Kloe: Glad to hear it.
The FORCED pleasantries come to an end as Kloe makes her exit. The second the door closes behind Kloe’s back, Karen’s smile transforms into a frown and she falls back into her chair, crossing arms.
William: I really-really hope you’re not falling back into your old routine of trusting the wrong people, Karen.
Karen: Heh Don’t worry, I’m not prone to making the same mistakes twice. Learned my lesson in those regards.
William: Glad to hear it. Was bad enough when Silas (Mason) was constantly in your ear.
Karen: Yes-yes, but enough about all that. Let’s focus on what I SHOULD have been focusing on all these months. YOU.
William: Me?
Karen: All our problems started because I was too distracted taking advice from the wrong people, it’s time for me to focus my efforts on setting everything right between us.
William: I think we got off to a pretty good start at the pay-per-view.
Karen: That we did, BUT I can do better. Your match against Cassidy Haze tonight, I’ve got plans for it.
William: Uh-huh? Just PLEASE don’t make it an Ambulance Match. I’ve put up with more than my fair share of those.
Karen: Don’t worry, no ambulances involved. Well, maybe one, but you’re not the person who will be squatted out on it.
William: (Sarcastically) Wow, aren’t you vindictive? For future references, remind me never to threaten to smash your sister’s (Melanie McBride) head in with a sledgehammer.
Karen: Don’t remind me what Cassidy tried to do to Melanie before you intervened. Actually, let’s stop living in the past entirely. It’s a brand new year, and a brand new slate between us.
William: Like the sounds of that.
Karen: I’ve got some announcements to make regarding your match, AND the main event tonight. I think I’ll make them in the ring.
Karen is already leaving her chair and is on the verge of leaving her office.
Karen: Want to join me?
William: I thought you’d never ask.
The door opens and Karen leads what resembles a conga-line into the hallway. She’s followed on her way to the ring by William, JaMarcus and Hightower, almost the entirety of Prestige, sans Karen’s sisters Melanie and Blaire. Shockingly, in spite of the eight eyes amongst them, not a one spots the woman lingering in the hallway eavesdropping on the conversation Prestige were just having in the office. Jessika, the mouthpiece for the monster Cassidy Haze, stands in the hall behind the Prestige members, leaning almost casually against the wall. The wheels in her mind are turning and turning quick, a plot forming behind her cold, malicious gaze.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
We closed on a set of cold and malicious eyes, and now coming back from commercial, we find that same chilling gaze yet again. Jessika stands beside the gasmask wearing Cassidy Haze, who is the picture one finds in the dictionary beside the word ‘unorthodox.’ If these two weren’t twisted enough, they’re presently joined by two more warped souls. Although we can’t hear what Jessika is saying, it’s obvious her words sound like music to the ears of Serenity and Willow Wilkes. Jessika’s audience listens carefully to her every syllable. The pair that abducted and transformed Cassidy into the creature on the brink of facing William Mason in the ring, are quite pleased with the news they are hearing. Willow cups her hand around Serenity’s ear, leaning in and whispering it. Though we can’t hear what Jessika or Willow are saying, we CAN hear Sparkles and Greyson Lovejoy. The commentators are yapping in the background.
Greyson: What can these four possibly be plotting?
Sparkles: I don’t care if they’re planning to stick a bottle rocket up yer ass, Lovejoy. As long as we get more Serenity in leather, Sparkles is one happy-happy puppet.
Greyson: Well with Prestige headed for the ring, this could be a very explosive situation given the history between them and these four whackadoodles.
IN-RING
As the ominous plot continues to be formed between the four ladies backstage, their collective enemies are making their way to the ring. “The Night” by Disturbed is filtering through the speakers as William Mason, Pure Wrestling Champion, stands beside Karen McBride. The two members of Prestige head for the ring and find themselves trailed by JaMarcus Avery and Christy Hightower. The group that took a stand against Serenity and company at the pay-per-view, head for the ring where another stand is about to be taken. It’ll just remain to be seen rather that stand is a successful one or not.
William: As you may or may not be aware of, Karen here has a couple of announcements she’d like to me.
Karen nods along with the words William channels to the crowd via the microphone and the PA system.
William: But being the generous and accommodating friend that she is, she’s allowed me a few minutes to talk about how 2014 ended for Prestige. I know our behavior, mine primarily, left a few fans scratching their heads. I mean, first I came out and pretty much dissolved my whole alliance with Karen and tried to replace her in Prestige with Christy Hightower.
Christy curtsies when her name is dropped.
William: Only to then, literally ten minutes later, rush backstage and save Karen and her sister Melanie from getting assaulted by Cassidy Haze. There’s a simple explanation for my erratic behavior, and in the words of Arnold Swartzenegger, ‘it’s NOT A TUMAH,’ nor is it bi-polar disorder. To be totally honest, and at the risk of making myself look just a teensy bit flawed. I made a major mistake when it came to Karen. She and I seem to have the same problem. We misjudge people. I made a poor decision without thinking through the ramifications first. Although Karen has forgiven me, it’s going to take a long time before I forgive myself for turning my back on her all those weeks ago at NewAge, when she needed me more than ever.
Karen: William….
Another microphone is given to Karen, who HAD to get a word in here.
Karen: It’s all water under the bridge. This little rocky patch in our friendship is just as much my fault, as it is yours. We both made some mistakes, but I think given time, we’ll look back at these mistakes and actually be thankful that it all happened. Because it’s only served to strengthen our bond.
William: Couldn’t agree with you more.
Karen: We’re both able to take some valuable lessons from this tension amongst us. For instance, I’ve learned that I can’t take you for granted. For weeks I turned a blind eye to all your troubles, William. Instead of being there to help you like a good friend should of, I was too swept up in all those drama with Kloe (Masters) and Silas (Mason), etc. etc. the list goes on and on. But now, I know who my time and my energies SHOULD be devoted to.
William: That sounds great Karen.
Karen: And it all starts tonight, like I said, I have a plan for your match coming up against Cassidy Haze. But if you’ll excuse me for just one second, I’ve got another announcement I want to get out of the way first.
William: Alright…
Karen: A few moments ago Kloe Masters came to me and requested that I call off the cage match tonight pitting her against Taylor Chase.
The fans unleash a rather harsh reaction to Kloe’s request.
Karen: And I’ll be honest, I thought about it, for about ooooh, 2 seconds, if that. It didn’t take me very long to reach a decision, and this might surprise all of you, but I agree with Kloe, the stipulation for this evening’s main event DOES need to be altered. But I’m making an addition rather than a subtraction. Meaning that in this cage match, if there is ANY interference from members of the Sinistry or members of New Eden, or from anyone on the roster, I will hand them their severance papers on the spot. It’s ‘ZERO TOLERANCE’ tonight in the main event.
The fans unleash a rather huge pop to Karen’s announcement.
William: So in other words, Kloe should have left well enough alone.
Karen: Exactly.
Karen and William are both beaming at this point.
Karen: Enough about Kloe. It’s time we focus on you, William.
William: I won’t argue with that.
Karen: I said I had a special stipulation for your match against Cassidy (Haze), and that stipulation is…..
Serenity: Aren’t you two just the cutest?
This moment of reconciliation and healing between William and Karen comes to an abrupt halt thanks to the voice calling out to them from the rafters above the ring. All four members of Prestige look up towards the three ladies glaring down at them, Serenity, Jessika and Willow Wilkes.
Serenity: You just have so much chemistry together. It’s adorable.
Willow: It’s so sweet I’m sure it’s giving me diabetes.
Serenity: As much as we hate to come along and ruin it, well, that’s just kind of our shtick.
Willow: We’re the ants at the picnic.
Jessika: We’re the rain at the parade.
Serenity: We’re just great big pests aren’t we?
An agitated Karen can’t listen to any more of this.
Karen: Are you three getting to a point as to why you’ve interrupted me?
Willow: A lil birdie..(eyes veering towards Jessika)….told us that you were planning something special for our friend, Cassidy.
Serenity: We’re not big fans of unexpected and last second changes involving members of our flock.
Willow: Plus we had a surprise of our own in mind, and naturally we think our surprise is MUCH better.
Serenity: And it was cleared by Cassidy before-hand, so it’s win win.
Karen: Ummm ladies I think you might a bit more confused than you normally are. See, you’re not in ANY position to book matches….
Serenity: And YOU’RE not in any position to put a stop to our reunion.
William: Reunion? What reunion?
Serenity: An old friend of mine wants to say ‘howdy’ William.
William: What craziness as you talking?
Serenity: Why don’t you ask that nice lady standing behind you sweetheart?
Before William can ask anything or even finish spinning around, he’s receiving a sickening kick right to the testicles. The Pure Champion’s jaw drops, both from pain and from the surprise of seeing Serenity’s bodyguard, Maxine Moore, delivering the shot right to his testicles.
Greyson: The Red Widow!?!
Sparkles: What is she doing here? We-we-we haven’t seen her in ages!
Greyson: And right now William wishes he had never seen Serenity’s bodyguard again.
William continues to crouch and clutch his nuggets right up until he’s taken around the neck and spiked with an evenflow DDT right into the canvas. Finally Karen, Christy and JaMarcus feel the vibration of the ring beneath their feet, coercing the three to spin around and react just a second too late to spare William pain. All six eyes do not miss the sight of the towering Maxine standing in the ring with an intense grimace on her face. They immediately give pursuit, chasing Maxine out of the ring and up the ramp. Yes, to the surprise of many, the fearless Maxine is taking to the road, rushing to the back with Prestige nipping at her heels.
Greyson: I didn’t expect to see Maxine here tonight at all, especially since it’s been months since the last time we saw her.
Sparkles: And she returns by DDTing William in the middle of the ring.
Greyson: Luckily Karen and the rest of Prestige were there to keep Maxine from doing any more damage to William.
Sparkles: My poor Slick Willie. Quick, someone get out here and put him in a cervical collar, and where is a shiatsu massage therapist when we need them?
Greyson: I think William has survived worse than a DDT, Sparkles.
Indeed William has sustained far more gruesome punishment than the DDT, and we’re about to find out just how much pain he truly can suffer.
Serenity: Seems to me that the odds have been evened up a little.
Muses Serenity from her perch in the rafters.
Serenity: I think now would be an apropos time to bring Cassidy out so we can begin her match against Mr. Mason. Wouldn’t you agree ladies?
Smiles grace the faces of Willow and Jessika, obviously the pair agreeing with Serenity’s statement. The crowd however, would beg to differ. Sadly their opinions are irrelevant, Cassidy Haze is on her way to the ring. Her entrance music is belting through the speakers and her deranged form is passing between the curtains, making her way down the ramp in anticipation of getting her hands on William’s already injured skull. Her whole body shivers with the urge to unleash so much suffrage on a defenseless William. She has an ache brewing within her stomach and the pain can only be taken away by inflicting such depravity and barbarity on William.
He sluggishly turns to his side, feeling the strain in his neck, but that’s about to be the least of his worries. Cassidy is licking her lips as she slides through the ropes and sizes up the Pure Champion. What she has planned for him is anything but pure.
Greyson: I don’t know how many times I say this throughout the course of an IWC show, but this is not right.
Sparkles: Don’t you touch Willie, Cassidy. Hands off my Willie!
Greyson: Uhhhh, yeah, I’m not going to comment on that statement, Sparkles.
Cassidy is about to get more than just a handful of William. With Jessika, Serenity and Willow watching on from the rafters, Cassidy approaches William with all fingers extending for his flesh. It seems she’s is about to do exactly as Jessika instructed her to do at the End of the Year Special, tear apart the face of the IWC.
Christy: HOLD ON!
There is quite the reaction for the return of Christy Hightower. She hurries back down the very ramp that she just chased Maxine Moore up. She climbs up onto the apron and shows absolutely no fear in stepping between the kneeling William and the menacing Cassidy. For some reason Cassidy shows intrigue. She is so fascinated by Christy’s boldness that she hangs back rather than outright assaulting her.
Christy: You think you’re getting your grubby paws anywhere near William tonight? NOT HAPPENING!
There is a surprising wave of elation in response to Christy’s decree, showing some real fortitude in standing up to a woman many would cower away from. Cassidy continues to watch and listen with that same ever present sinister gaze.
Christy: I was brought here for a reason, and it’s to be more than just William’s personal assistant. He brought me to this company to protect his best interests, not in a boardroom, but IN THIS RING! And that’s exactly what I’m about to do. William might not be able to compete, but I sure can and I sure will.
Before Cassidy can provide a response to this challenge, she finds her jaw smashed by a running, leaping forearm smash. Christy knocks the beast back into the turnbuckle where repeated stomps are delivered to the ribs.
Greyson: Is this actually happening? Christy Hightower, who made her debut at the End of the Year Special, is competing in William Mason’s stead.
Sparkles: I can ALMOST tolerate this change, because Hightower is the same name of Sparkles’ favorite Police Academy character. But this Hightower is hotter, slightly.
Greyson: There’s referee Blacker…it looks like we’ve got ourselves another impromptu change to the card here tonight.
Referee Blacker is sliding into the ring, calling for the bell, and indeed, we’ve got ourselves ANOTHER sudden change to the Riot format.
CASSIDY HAZE VS. CHRISTY HIGHTOWER
As the bell chimes in the background Christy continues to deliver boots to Cassidy’s ribs. Christy eventually breaks away from Cassidy in order to aid William from harm’s way. She gives her crawling benefactor a nudge, rolling the still incoherent William to the outside of the ring. Unfortunately, the care she shows to her boss, might be a careless act in regards to her well-being. Cassidy charges right in behind her, grabs the back of Christy’s head, charges her across the ring and throws her through the turnbuckle shoulder first right into the exposed turnbuckle post. Christy bounces off the post before finding her body twisting to the apron.
Sparkles: This is the big show, Hightower.
Greyson: Yep, she’s where the lights are their brightest, right here on Riot.
Sparkles: I was talking about my penis, actually. Sparkles calls it the big show.
Greyson: That’s not even a penis, Sparkles, that’s a magic marker.
Sparkles: I have to make good with what I’ve got, Lovejoy, since you decided not to make me anatomically correct.
Greyson: There is absolutely NOTHING correct about you, Sparkles.
Speaking of incorrect, that’s exactly how one can describe Cassidy’s mind, one that is bent on the destruction of Prestige. She slides through the ropes and takes a member of that very group by her blond hair. Cassidy forces Christy up to her knees on the apron, yanking back on her hair in the process. Cassidy’s almost glowing eyes look out over the crowd, building anticipation behind the big right hand that connects across Christy’s forehead. She then delivers a second and then a third and then a fourth blow. Ultimately she steps around behind Christy on the apron and just digs her finger nails into Christy’s face, ripping at it from both sides, TRYING to tear the brow in twain.
This depraved act of violence is only brought to an end when Cassidy decides to end it. She removes her claws from Christy’s face then pulls her along to her feet, pointing down at the outside mats. Before Cassidy can finish whatever plans she has in place for her latest victim, the prey turns into the predator. Christy pulls her hair out of Cassidy’s hand then fills her own hands with the back of Cassidy’s head before leaping off the apron into a bulldog. Cassidy is dragged off the apron and all the way down face first right into the announce table.
Greyson: Cassidy’s face….
Sparkles: Sparkles doesn’t like looking at it either.
Greyson: No, it just smashed right across our announce table. Christy showing toughness on top of courage.
Cassidy’s skull takes a nasty collision with the announce table, and the impact sends her stumbling back into the apron. It’s the only thing that is holding her up at this point. Christy realizes this is her best opportunity to get the better of Cassidy.
Christy races across the mats, leaps into the air and extends her legs, sticking them through the bottom rope and the apron. She then swings around and hits a modified 619 right to the back of Cassidy’s head. The crowd gasps at the sight of this unique and unorthodox move that has sent Cassidy launching into the announce table. She falls against the table, only this time it’s not face first. Instead she leans with her back arched over the table that Christy is climbing up onto. She continues to put on a display of her resourcefulness as she extends her leg, drapes it across the back of Cassidy’s head and leaps off the table into a fame-ASS-er that drives Cassidy right into the mats.
Greyson: Good lord, Hightower has definitely got a mean streak.
After driving Cassidy’s face into the mats, Christy rolls into the ring, breaks up the official’s ten count and then rolls back out to the apron. She stands up on the apron, stares down at Cassidy and then to the delight of the crowd employs two fingers to pantomime pistols firing.
Christy: Bang-bang!
She erupts into laughter after making this homage to Mic Foley, but she does his legacy no favors upon leaping off the apron into the elbow only to find her throat caught in Cassidy’s palm. Cassidy shot straight up to her seat in time to catch Christy flying into her.
Sparkles: That settles it, Cassidy is like a straight up HP Lovecraft monster.
Greyson: This woman has forgotten what pain is.
No she hasn’t, because she remembers how to inflict it very well. Cassidy rises to her feet with Christy’s throat in her hand, actually readying to chokeslam her. But Christy spares herself such a damaging fate, throwing forearms repeatedly into the crease of Cassidy’s elbow and finally detaching her hand form her throat. Christy then lunges into the air and catches Cassidy in a front chancery body vice combination. The double submission is locked in to everyone’s delight until that joy turns to dismay. Cassidy manages to counter the submission by hooking her arms under the creases of Christy’s knees, breaking Christy’s legs from Cassidy’s waist. She then forces Christy’s legs up onto her shoulders before Cassidy delivers a sit-out powerbomb right across the outside mats. Christy’s spine arches form the mats, trying to cry out in pain but unable to form even a grown.
Cassidy unleashes a whole new world of pain on Christy by standing up, grabbing Christy’s legs, forcing them over her shoulders then deadlifting Christy into ANOTHER sit-out powerbomb across the thin protective matting.
Greyson: Another damn powerbomb into those mats which are almost non-existent.
Sparkles: Uhhh, actually it looks like Cassidy is making them non-existent at this point.
Referee Blacker is shouting over the ropes at Cassidy and for very good reason, because Cassidy has decided to take up interior decorating as a side gig. She grabs those thin mats the commentators were referring to and tears one of them away to reveal the hardened exposed concrete beneath.
Greyson: You’re taking this too far Cassidy!
The concrete is about to be put to some pretty nefarious purposes as Cassidy grabs Christy by the hair and slowly drags her along to her knees. Cassidy has to be smiling as she pulls Christy’s body into position for the powerbomb onto the concrete. Referee Blacker continues trying to dissuade Cassidy from doing this.
Blacker: Don’t do this…I’m warning you.
Cassidy doesn’t listen to the warnings, she just listens to the words Jessika is shouting from the rafters.
Jessika: TRANSFORM HER, CASSIDY, TRANSFORM HER!
Cassidy knows exactly what she’s being asked, hence why she’s lifting Christy up onto her shoulders to sit-out powerbomb her across the concrete.
Blacker: That’s it! Ring the bell!
At Blacker’s request the bell begins to chime repeatedly in the background, bringing this battle to an abrupt end.
Greyson: It looks like Blacker is throwing out this match in an attempt to stop Cassidy from powerbombing Christy onto that concrete.
Sparkles: It doesn’t look like the ref’s decision has swayed Cassidy at all.
Victories are insignificant to Cassidy, hence why she throws one away in order to demolish Hightower. The powerbomb is still on the cusp of being delivered across the concrete, and the only thing that stops it from happening are the courageous actions of a man few would expect to show even a hint of a backbone. To the surprise of the Manhattan Center and to perhaps the shock of Cassidy, William is calling out to her from the center of the ring. He might be kneeling, and still suffering the ill-effects of an evenflow DDT, but William will still put himself at risk so as to NOT risk seeing one of his most valued assets powerbombed across that concrete.
William: Cassidy…I’m the one you came here for. I’m the one you want!!
Truer words have never been spoken.
Cassidy drops Christy, not with a powerbomb, but with a toss to the mats. The monsters now hunts new prey, grabbing the middle rope, pulling herself up onto the apron and salivating at the wounded victim in the ring. William’s heart might be quaking with fear, but he does not show it outwardly. He remains as stoic as possible, although his cheeks twinge ever so slightly with fear. Cassidy steps through the ropes and takes William up on his offer, more than willing to toss him onto the sacrificial slab. Her hand shoots out and slaps around William’s nostrils, hooking them both. William tries to blow the fingers out of his nose as the fishhook begins to force him up towards his feet. Before Cassidy’s sinister plot can become manifest, and the Pure Champion can be left a bloodied puddle in the middle of the ring, a steel chair connects with Cassidy’s back. She bends forward, releases William and then turns her cold eyes to the person who just smashed her in the spine with the steel.
Christy steps back with chair in hand, looking legitimately stunned that her blow with the chair had absolutely zero effect on Cassidy.
Greyson: Hightower trying to save William again…
Sparkles: Good girl-good girl. Throw yourself over Slick Willie if ya have to. Wrap yourself around him like a cocoon.
The shocked Christy has only one recourse at this point, swinging the chair once again, this time directly into Cassidy’s forehead. The sound of chair connecting with skull echoes throughout the Manhattan Center but it does not resonate throughout Cassidy’s body. Instead she just stands there, totally and completely unfazed by the blow.
Greyson: No—-friggin—-way!
Sparkles: Two chair shots have done nothin…A BIG FAT KRISTIE ALLEY NOTIN.
Greyson; You were right Sparkles…Cassidy IS nothing short of a monster.
And Christy is learning this truth very quickly. She steps back from Cassidy with the mangled chair in hand but Cassidy STILL standing, showing absolutely no ill-effects from these multiple blows with the chair. Christy begins to grow upset that her blows are not hurting Cassidy, prompting her to put a little more oomph behind the next blow. She lifts the chair into the air but William stops her. He rushes in, wraps his arms around Christy’s waist and compels her to drop the chair and leave the ring while Cassidy is allowing them to do just that. For some strange reason Cassidy isn’t giving pursuit. She just stands there as the signs of the chair shots finally do show across her brow. Blood is seeping down from her scalp and over the gas mask that covers the lower half of her face. The blood drips from her chin but she looks unconcerned with it. She lifts her fingers to her bloodied brow, swiping it across her fingers and then staring the crimson. She looks away from the blood and towards the people responsible for the gash in her face, the retreating members of Prestige. As Christy and William look back towards the ring, Cassidy is lifting her two bloodied fingers into the air, making sure they can see it. Otherwise the rest of her body remains totally static, unchanging, unwavering, absolutely unshakeable.
Greyson: What have Willow, Jessika and Serenity done to this woman?
Sparkles: I don’t think she’s even a woman anymore, Lovejoy.
BACKSTAGE
Karen: Did you see where she went?
Karen McBride’s words are directed at referee Arnie Ficklebottom, the first person she and JaMarcus Avery have come across upon making their way into the backstage area. Of course Ficklebottom is not who either Karen or JaMarcus are looking for.
Karen: Did Maxine Moore come through here?
Ficklebottom shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders, clearly having no idea what Karen is talking about. Two people who DO have a clue are Karen’s sisters, Melanie and Blaire, the two emerging from an adjacent corridor. They finally catch up to their fellow Prestige colleagues.
Melanie: We just saw what happened? What in the world is that amazon thinking putting her hands on William?
It takes a moment for Karen to stifle her anger so that she can provide a halfway coherent answer.
Karen: I don’t know what Maxine was thinking, but I do know what’ll be going through her mind in a few moments, MY FISTS.
Blaire: Pfft, how barbaric.
These sardonic words from Karen’s eldest sister are accompanied with cynical mannerisms, Blaire rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
Karen: Excuse me.
Melanie: She didn’t mean anything by it. Let’s just stay focused. Want us to help you find Maxine?
Karen: Of course I do. As long as the two of you promise to watch each other’s backs.
Blaire: As if I would let anything happen to my baby sister.
Karen: Yeah-yeah, but just to make sure Cassidy doesn’t get her hands on either of you, I’m sending JaMarcus along to watch your backs.
JaMarcus: Whoa, time out. Couldn’t you do with my protection?
Karen: Maxine is the one who needs protection, not me. Just go with my sisters and keep them safe, PLEASE.
JaMarcus: Alright, you’re the boss.
The massive JaMarcus towers over Karen’s sisters, following them wherever their search for Maxine may take them. Karen goes along on her own, not wanting anyone to see what she does to Maxine in retaliation for Maxine’s attack on Karen’s good friend William Mason a few moments ago. Karen makes her way down the corridor, looking around every corner, but not looking fast enough. She just steps around a corner and the second she does, a baseball bat smashes her straight across the cheek. Karen collapses to the ground with Maxine Moore stepping out from behind the corner where she was lurking. The baseball bat dangles from Maxine’s palm for only a moment before being tossed aside so that she can fill her hands with another weapon. A steel chain now extends between Maxine’s palms and ultimately finds its way around Karen’s neck. Maxine yanks on the chain, pulling Karen up to her seat and making sure the Principle Owner is JUST conscious enough to hear what Maxine has to say.
Maxine: Did you think Cassidy and Serenity were through with you? You’re transformation has only just begun. Cassidy is waiting for you.
The chain is tugged and now used to drag Karen across her back, across the pavement and towards the ring.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
Christy: Why did you stop me from caving Cassidy’s head in when I had the chance? I could have finished her right there in the ring.
A protective Christy Hightower finds herself trailing behind her fellow Prestige ally, William Mason. The two traverse a backstage corridor with William staring straight forward and rubbing the top of his head while Christy stands behind him, now carrying his Pure Championship belt, and carrying a grudge in her heart against the woman, Cassidy, who assaulted the both of them in the ring moments ago.
Christy: I had her….
William: You only THINK you had her, Christy.
Christy: What’s that supposed to mean?
William: It means Cassidy is a lot more dangerous than you’re giving her credit for. I looked into her eyes at the End of the Year Special, and do you know what I saw?
Christy: What?
William: Nothing….nothing at all.
Christy: Nothing?
William: A total absence of conscious, absence of mercy, absence of soul. Willow, Serenity and that Jessika girl, they really have transformed her, and until we understand the full effects of that transformation, we’re steering clear of Cassidy.
Christy: You mean we’re running?
William: No, we’re PICKING our fight. You don’t rush blind into any war without a strategy.
Christy: Funny, because if I hadn’t, you’d still be getting your butt whooped in that ring by Cassidy.
William: I appreciate what you did for me, but you really shouldn’t have been so impuls…..
Melanie: Oh good, you’re okay.
Melanie McBride, Blaire McBride, and JaMarcus Avery who were making their way down the corridor in the opposite direction, stop when they come face to face with their fellow Prestige comrades.
JaMarcus: Sorry I left you hanging out there Boss. I wasn’t thinking when Maxine attacked you. I was…
William: Being IMPULSIVE when you chased her to the back?
JaMarcus: Yeah.
William: See what I mean, Christy?
Christy finally bites her tongue.
William: Don’t worry JaMarcus, all is forgiven. Now you, Karen and I, we need to…..wait, where is she?
Melanie: Huh?
William: Where’s your sister?
Melanie: I…I mean, WE, left her to look for Maxine.
William: You LEFT her?
Melanie: Well she really didn’t give us much choice.
JaMarcus: We were ordered….
William: Alright-alright-alright, we need to find her and find her fast.
JaMarcus: I’ll find her Boss. I never should have left her alone in the first place.
Before William can respond, his bodyguard is off like a shot.
Wright: EXCUSE ME!
William’s focus is now shifted from the departing JaMarcus to the inbound Stuart Wright. The former Head SIN referee comes marching up on the Pure Champion, and brings some back up with him. Alex Ingelson and Patrick Fitzpatrick, two more referees who were corrupted by the Sinistry, shadow Wright. The trio step rather threateningly towards William, Hightower and the McBrides.
Wright: You repulse me.
William is surprisingly nonplused.
William: I seem to have that effect on a lot of people.
Wright: I wasn’t talking to you.
At that moment it becomes clear that Wright’s words are directed at Melanie McBride.
Melanie: Whoa, hold up. What did I ever do to you?
Wright: It’s not what you’ve done to me, it’s what your sister has done to Kloe Masters. Our Boss….
William: Your FORMER boss.
Wright: (After sneering at William)…like I was saying, our Boss shouldn’t be forced to compete in a cage match, let alone a cage match where there is no interference allowed. I have half a mind to go find Karen myself and give that bitch a slap on her ass.
Melanie: You? Slap my sister? Believe me, you wouldn’t live to talk about it.
Wright: Is that so?
Melanie: I know so.
Wright: Your sister doesn’t realize that Ingelson, Fitzpatrick and I, we use to lace up the boots just like the rest of you and compete in that ring before we decided to throw on the zebra stripes. So if I wanted to slap some sense into Karen, I could, and you know what, I WILL.
William: I don’t think so….
Before the Pure Champion can finish his sentence, Wright hauls off and slaps him right across the cheek. The blow has William’s disposition changing and changing fast. The toes that were dangling over the edge of sanity are now plunging over that edge. William goes to react to this slap only to have Christy and Melanie restrain him.
Melanie: He’s not worth it, William.
The trembling William watches Wright, Ingelson and Fitzpatrick take off.
Melanie: Don’t lose your focus.
William: You’re right, you’re right.
At last his calm is restored, Melanie and Christy releasing his arms.
William: Let’s find Karen.
IN-RING
All anybody needs to do to find Karen McBride is turn their eyes to the nearest television monitor. At this very moment every screen backstage is occupied by the image of Karen’s limp body being dragged through the curtains by the chain around her neck. The other end of that chain is clutched in the hands of Maxine Moore, who has made a HUGE impact upon her return to the IWC. At the moment she further sells that impact by pulling Karen down the ramp and towards a ring presently occupied by Cassidy Haze. The monster, with blood still dripping from her brow, looks almost euphoric at the sight of Karen being led towards her. Cassidy’s associates, Serenity, Willow Wilkes and Jessika are also tantalized by the image of Maxine forcing Karen into the ring. This trio of ladies watch from the rafters with craned necks and now emotionless expressions on their faces. There is plenty of emotion evident in the voices of Greyson and Sparkles however.
Greyson: What are we seeing right now?
Sparkles: The biggest yet sexiest woman I’ve evah seen.
Greyson: It looks like Maxine Moore, Serenity’s bodyguard, who returned to the company moments ago by DDTing William Mason, is now forcing Karen McBride towards the ring.
Sparkles: Looks like Maxine is giving Karen to Cassidy as an offering.
Greyson: The issues between Karen and Cassidy have been really heated up over the past few months. When Cassidy was abducted by Serenity, Willow Wilkes and Jessika, it was Karen, acting as Principle Owner in an effort to protect her roster, who demanded Cassidy’s return.
Sparkles: Remind us Captain Exposition what happened when Cassidy was returned?
Greyson: She not only revealed how she had been transformed from blonde bombshell to raven-haired ravager, but Cassidy punctuated her metamorphosis by giving Karen a totally unexpected piledriver in the middle of the ring. Then at the End of the Year Special, these two met in a Hardcore Match that Karen barely survived.
Sparkles: Serenity has vowed to TRASNFORM Karen the same way Serenity transformed Cassidy. Looks like Cassidy is about to make that happen.
Greyson: Not like we haven’t seen enough from Cassidy here tonight. It was just a few minutes ago that she threatened to powerbomb Karen’s friend, Christy Hightower, onto exposed concrete, leading to that impromptu match between Cassidy and Christy being thrown out.
Once Maxine and Karen have reached ringside, the physically intimidating Maxine lifts the battered Principle Owner from the mats then rolls her into the ring. An unconscious Karen ends up right at the feet of Cassidy, who looks down at Karen with a look that reads ‘hypnotized.’ Yes, the sight of an unconscious Karen has a hypnotic effect on Cassidy. And now she looks like she’s having an out of body experience as she reaches down and slips her hand around the chain still bound to Karen’s neck. It is pulled with enough force to cause Karen to sit up on the canvas, not of her own volition. The Principle Owner is still dead to the world at the moment.
Serenity: Karen, all you had to do was come along peacefully.
Once again the microphone finds its way into Serenity’s hands as she speaks while standing in the rafters.
Serenity: If you had just stepped into Ambrosia’s van all those months ago, we could have avoided scenes like these. But now it’s pretty clear that there’s only way you’ll accept our efforts to transform you…..Cassidy, begin the process.
A tantalized Cassidy takes the blood from her own forehead and swipes it across Karen’s lips.
Sparkles: Yuuuuuuck.
Greyson: What the hell is Cassidy doing?
Cassidy slowly reaches her bloody fingers up to her mask and pulls it away to reveal the black lipstick around her mouth. That mouth now extends towards Karen’s lips, giving her a kiss to both a rousing and at the same time repulsed reaction.
Greyson: Allow me to repeat myself. What ARE WE SEEING HERE!?!
Cassidy pulls her lips away from Karen’s then spits directly into the Principle Owner’s face. She now tightens her grip on the chain, Cassidy forcing Karen up to her knees. Before Cassidy can do anything even more lewd and depraved to Karen, we see an intervention.
JaMarcus: Take your hands off of her right now.
True to his words, JaMarcus Avery, the Prestige muscle, has found Karen. His enormous body hurries down the ramp before ultimately sliding into the ring. He immediately grabs Karen by the wrist and pulls her limp body out of Cassidy’s arms. The monster twists her head back and forth, examining JaMarcus’ face form every perspective.
JaMarcus: I’ve stood back and watched you hurt my employers…no…my FRIENDS long enough. If you think I’ll stand back and let you beat Karen down again, you really are out of your mind. You want to get violent with someone, get violent with ME!
Cassidy is given no choice, JaMarcus Avery rushes across the ring and rams his shoulder right into her ribs. He uses all his raw power to force Cassidy backwards and into the turnbuckle with his shoulder pressed to her ribs. Referee Michelle Blacker is back, sliding into the ring, calling for the bell and getting ANOTHER impromptu match underway.
CASSIDY HAZE VS. JAMARCUS AVERY
Avery’s shoulder pulls back from Cassidy’s ribs before being driven into them once again. He hits one shoulder block after another across Cassidy’s mid-section, perhaps inflicting internal injuries. He then steps back, puts some distance between he and Cassidy and then comes charging in once again to deliver ANOTHER shoulder to the ribs. Just then Cassidy side steps him though and attempts to subject him to the very same punishment she inflicted on Christy Hightower moments ago, tossing him through the ropes and shoulder first into the exposed turnbuckle post.
Avery won’t have his shoulder separated by an impact with the post though, dropping down just shy of the ropes and rolling under them to the outside of the ring. He then reaches back into the squared circle, but he isn’t grabbing at Cassidy, instead his hands wrap around Karen’s ankle. He finally manages to pull Karen out of the ring where she drops to the mats in front of him.
Greyson: JaMarcus Avery getting Karen out of Dodge.
Sparkles: But he should be more concerned with saving himself.
Although Avery has successfully cleared Karen from the ring, he has put himself straight in the line of fire to do so. Cassidy suddenly comes diving through the ropes behind Avery and delivers a suicide forearm smash right into the back of his neck. Avery is sent stumbling forward and into the barricade, crashing into it then and falling over into the crowd.
Greyson: Cassidy taking to the air, in what I believe is ANOTHER match, Cassidy’s second of the evening.
With Willow, Jessika and Serenity watching from the rafters Cassidy puts on a show to keep them entertained. Cassidy steps over the barricade and into the stands, grabbing Avery by the back of the head and the wrist then whipping him right into the barrier. Avery turns and slams side first into the barricade, bouncing off then to the floor. He clutches at his shoulder, rotating it in order to make sure there is no numbness in his limb. Cassidy grabs him around the neck, pulls him along to his feet and then pulls his face down into the top edge of the barrier. Avery’s head smacks off of the steel, his back turning towards the barrier and his spine leaning against it.
Cassidy now rushes through the crowd, steps off of a vacant chair and launches herself into another diving forearm smash. Her blow connects right across Avery’s face, knocking she and her opponent over the barrier and to the ringside mats.
Jessika looks very pleased, watching from her heightened vantage point with a smile on her face. That grin begins to waver when she realizes that Avery isn’t staying down. He’s pulling himself up to his feet with the use of the barricade. Just then Cassidy comes charging in behind him and delivers a straight headbutt directly into his kidneys. Avery arches his back and tries to put some distance between he and this demented young lady.
Cassidy only allows him a few steps before rushing in and driving the top of her head right into Avery’s lower back. The strike has Avery in even worse shape but still not backing down, even if that back is on the verge of being broken. He falls against the steps for support while Cassidy comes charging in behind him and dives head first right into Avery’s back. This time he side steps her though and sends Cassidy flying head first right into the steel stairs. Her own momentum causes her to crush the stairs and then go spiraling right down to the mats.
Greyson: Avery barely saving himself from another blow to the kidneys.
Sparkles: If Avery gets injured in the course of this match, do you think Slick Willie Mason will hire me as his new bodyguard?
Greyson: I would love to see that application process.
Sparkles: Sparkles will be just like Kevin Costner, and Slick Willie can be my Whitney Houston, without the drug overdose in the spa part.
Cassidy is sprawled across the mats and Avery is sprawled across the canvas. He rolls into the ring briefly then out of it, breaking the official’s ten count. The fight wages on outside of the ring. He charges straight at Cassidy only to stop just short of reaching her when he spots his intended target sitting up on the mats. More blood is flowing down her face, a face that shows not even the slightest hint of an emotion. Instead her eyes are wide, and her gaze absolutely penetrating. Avery is stunned to see her sitting up and now rising to her feet, completely no selling the head first collision with the steel steps.
Avery charges at Cassidy, wedges a shoulder to her gut and now shoves her spine first into the steels steps with a spear. Avery causes his opponent’s body to go bouncing off the stairs, and even after this gruesome assault, Cassidy STILL looks unaffected. Avery steps back and watches Cassidy step away from the stairs, not reaching for her back, her ribs, or even grimacing remotely in pain. Avery now charges in and drives his shoulder to her gut, pushing her along into the barricade with ANOTHER spear.
Cassidy is staggered but STILL standing. Avery can’t believe what he’s seeing. He shakes his head and charges into another spear across Cassidy’s ribs, this time forcing her back first into the apron. Finally Cassidy looks a little shaken up by this collision, her knees at last starting to buckle. She falls into the turnbuckle post, leaning on it as exhaustion and pain corrupts her body.
Avery charges in with a fourth spear that is driven straight into the exposed turnbuckle post.
Greyson: Spear on the POST!
Sparkles: Cassidy’s ribs are probably harder than that post, considering she’s like made of adamentium or something.
Avery’s arm has not wrapped around his intended target. Cassidy manages to suck him in and then sidestep him, causing Avery’s shoulder to crush the post. The pain is excruciating considering that Avery put all of his power behind that spear only to have it hit an object that does not budge even in the slightest. And that post remains as unforgiving as ever when Cassidy steps in, grabs Avery by the wrist and swings his bicep right into the steel post.
Avery’s entire face is consumed by a painful grimace. But Cassidy makes him feel TRUE pain, rushing in and delivering a swift thrust kick to his arm while it was still wedged to the post. Avery’s knees buckle, his legs cutting out from under him due to the extreme pain coursing through his shoulder and his bicep. Both areas are swelling and turning black and blue the longer this assault continues.
Greyson: You’ve done enough Cassidy!
Sparkles: She’s lost it again, Lovejoy.
Greyson: I don’t think she had it to begin with, Sparkles.
Yet again Referee Blacker finds herself trying to reason with this sadist assaulting Avery’s arm.
Blacker: How many times do you have to be warned?
Apparently once or twice more.
Cassidy steps in and delivers another thrust kick right to Avery’s arm, squashing it between her boot and the turnbuckle post.
Greyson: Dammit Cassidy come on!
Sparkles: We saw her indulge this sadism earlier tonight when she kept powerbombing Christy Hightower on the ringside mats over and over again.
Greyson: Ending with the referee stopping the match to save Christy from Cassidy.
Right now that very same referee is thinking about doing the exact same thing, because Cassidy is not responding to any of the official’s demands. Evident as she steps across the mars and delivers a THIRD thrust kick across Avery’s shoulder. His swollen arm is compressed between foot and steel post once again. The bones inside of Avery’s arm feel like their splintering off into the muscle that surrounds them. But Cassidy won’t stop until it’s MORE THAN A FEELING.
She steps back, stomps her foot and prepares to unleash a fourth superkick to Avery’s badly wounded arm. The second she lifts her foot into the air to deliver this debilitating blow she hears the sound of a bell chiming rather than the sounds of bones breaking. Her demonic eye shift to the referee, Blacker demanding the match be stopped on account of Cassidy’s flagrant attempts to end her opponent’s career.
Greyson: And she does it again, Blacker calling off the second of Cassidy’s matches tonight on account of Cassidy’s attempt to cripple her opponent.
Sparkles: But do you really think that’s going to stop Cassidy from crippling Avery? It didn’t work the last time.
Indeed it didn’t, and it won’t work now.
Cassidy pulls her foot back and prepares to launch it straight into Avery’s already brutalized arm. She lifts her foot to deliver the scintillating superkick only to stop when hearing the last voice she expected to reach her ears.
Karen: Don’t do this Cassidy!
The boot Cassidy was about to use to end Avery’s career, lowers back down to the mats. All the while her eyes find themselves fascinated by the view of Karen McBride once again conscious and kneeling in the middle of the ring. Cassidy isn’t the only one surprised by this show of bravery out of Karen. The three…make that FOUR ladies in the rafters are also intrigued. Maxine has now joined Jessika, Willow and Serenity in the rafters, and they are each watching Karen very closely.
Karen: I’m the one you want to transform. Come on….here I am! HERE I AM!
It doesn’t take much prompting to convince Cassidy to return to the ring. She grabs the top rope, pulls herself up to the apron and examines the desperation in Karen’s eyes. Cassidy’s cheeks twitch as she holds back her smile. Finally after so much waiting she slides into the ring and prepares for the pay off to all of her anticipation. She approaches Karen and is just reaching out to transform the Principle Owner. However, to Cassidy’s total lack of surprise, Avery is rushing into the ring with a steel chair in hand. It just so happens to be the very same steel chair that Christy Hightower dumped at ringside after bashing Cassidy in the head with it earlier on this very telecast. However, that chair fails to bash Cassidy in the skull for a second time.
She turns just in time to duck her head and avoid the blow, the chair flying past her skull and causing Avery’s momentum to carry him into a full spin. He turns back towards Cassidy who steps in for another superkick, this one aimed at his jaw rather than his arm. Avery ducks the inbound boot, racing under it and into the ropes behind Cassidy’s back. She turns around and ANOTHER spear is delivered right across her ribs. Cassidy is taken down to the canvas and Avery is rolling away from her clutching at his shoulder, forced to use his banged up limb to hit that spear.
Greyson: Avery fulfilling his role as Karen’s bodyguard, but sacrificing his shoulder in the process.
JaMarcus rolls away from Cassidy and clasps at his shoulder, obviously feeling the strain of that spear one that turned his victim inside out. But Cassidy, is ANYTHING but a victim. This much becomes evident when Cassidy sits straight up a mere second after being hit with the spear. Avery’s eyes look spring-loaded, about to shoot right out of their sockets when he realizes that Cassidy has overcome the spear and done so with such speedy recovery. Her chilling gaze turns to Avery, prompting him to go crawling towards the chair he dropped a second ago in order to defend himself. But before Avery can grab the chair, Karen grabs Avery.
Karen pulls on Avery’s wrist, enticing him to roll out of the ring right along beside her. She and Avery then back up the ramp while Karen is spitting and wiping Cassidy’s blood out of her mouth. All the while she and Avery are staring back in the ring where Cassidy is sitting and smiling.
BACKSTAGE
No sooner does Karen McBride make it through the curtains and into the backstage area before she and an equally as achy JaMarcus Avery are pounced on by William Mason. The Pure Champion, flanked by Christy Hightower, hustle along in the direction of their Prestige teammates, eager to reunite.
Christy: Holy crap am I glad you two got out of there when you did.
Karen: You’re not the only one.
The pain from that baseball bat shot to the chin makes it difficult for Karen to even talk without being in agony,
William: We just heard where we could find the two of you….
William finds it painful to speak, not because he took a blow from a baseball bat to the jaw, but because his emotions took a blow watching Karen and JaMarcus assaulted by Cassidy Haze in the ring. He’s so angry in fact that he has to turn away from Karen, slipping the Pure Title down from his shoulder into his palm and squeezing it until the gold plating almost liquefies in his palm.
William: And I heard that bitch Maxine got the drop on you too, Karen.
The aggravation from the evenflow DDT can still be felt in William’s skull, vividly recalling the blow he took from Maxine within the ring a few minutes ago.
Karen: She tried to offer me up to Cassidy like….like….I seriously got a Naomi Watts, King Kong vibe out of the whole deal.
JaMarcus: And worse yet, Cassidy is still out there. No doubt, wanting our blood.
Christy: Well if I didn’t finish her off in the first round, it won’t go any further than the second…I’ll deal with this like I SHOULD HAVE….(winks at the disgruntled William)….if a certain someone hadn’t stopped me.
JaMarcus: No. I didn’t get a chance to settle up with Cassidy (Avery puts a hand on Karen’s shoulder) for a couple of reasons. I still owe her a lil’ something for what she just tried to do my shoulder.
Christy: Then how about the two of us get to that ring to finish…..
William: NO!
Not only has William tightened his grasp on his title, but now he tightens his grasp on his employees.
William: There’s only going to be one thing that stops Cassidy Haze. I thought she was going to leave this alone when she failed to get her hands on me, but now I see, this doesn’t end until she gets what she wants.
William summons his courage, dredging what inner strength he possesses to compel his resistant body to head for the ring. He takes a few steps before Karen’s palm slaps down over his chest, holding him back.
Karen: You think YOU’RE the one that Cassidy wants?
William: Isn’t that obvious?
Karen: Your wrong about that William, and your wrong to believe I would let you go out there alone.
Christy: Let’s do this then….
Karen: No. You and JaMarcus have sacrificed enough. Besides, it’s like William said, Cassidy won’t end this until she gets her hands on…..
William: Then let me get out there.
Karen….on BOTH of us.
Although William would protest Karen stepping right back into battle with Cassidy, he knows that he would only be wasting precious oxygen.
Karen: And if we’re the ones she wants, we’re the ones she’s going to get. I wouldn’t bend to the will of Kloe Masters, and WE will not be broken by Cassidy.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
Everything, her whole world, it’s all come crashing down around former President Kloe Masters. Everywhere she’s turned for help, every avenue she’s pursued to get her out of the Steel Cage match against Taylor Chase tonight have led absolutely nowhere. In fact, it’s only dug her into a deeper and deeper grave. The reality of the situation has caught up with her, hence why she’s pulling nervously at her hair and pacing the same spot in a corridor until a ravine is created beneath her feet.
Wright: Mrs. Masters….
Right now Kloe doesn’t know rather she should be happy or concerned to see Stuart Wright, Alex Ingelson and Patrick Fitzpatrick approaching her. The three former SIN referees, and ardent supporters of her regime, step towards her with distress in their eyes.
Wright: We just heard what that cankerous whore Karen McBride announced…It’s fucking disgusting. Just like Julie Sweeny, of Full House fame, hosting a show called Pants Off Dance Off, and her pants don’t come off even ONCE!
Kloe: Ummm, thanks for your concern, Stuart. Your loyalty has always been valued.
Wright: Alex, Patrick and I, we’re not about to let this happen.
Kloe: I’m glad at least someone supports me against this injustice.
Wright: Oh, we’ll do far more than just support you.
Ingelson: That’s right, Kloe, we’ll FORCE Karen to reverse her decision on this ‘ZERO TOLERANCE’ rule.
Wright: And, considering I am still the Head Referee, I’ll make sure she announces me, Stuart “F’N” Wright, as the official for that main event.
Kloe: Onward my Sinistry solders.
Wright: Don’t you worry about a thing, the three of us have got this handled.
Stuart looks back at his fellow SIN officials, Ingelson and Fitzpatrick.
Wright: Let’s do this boys.
Patrick: Lead the way.
Wright: Like I always do.
Although Kloe really-REALLY wants to cling to the concept that Stuart will be successful in his endeavors, she knows precisely how this is going to turn out. As her three allies walk away, her head lowers into a defeated posture, beginning to accept the dreaded fate that awaits her inside of that Steel Cage.
Silas: You need help, do you?
Scratch that….there remains one person who CAN be of some assistance to the former President. Kloe spins around and instead of shedding tears, she forms a smile, one aimed at the wheelchair bound Silas Mason. He, Marie Jones, Sienna Swann, Mrs. Budde, Angelica Jones and Lenore Price-Mason make their way towards Kloe. Silas World, the former associates of Kloe’s opponent tonight Taylor Chase, surround Kloe, but it remains to be seen if they’ll leave her in the same condition they did Taylor at the beginning of the night.
Silas: A couple weeks ago….
Silas’ words continue to be typed out on a keyboard mounted into his armrest, and a set of speakers repeat his comments.
Silas:….you came to me with a proposition. You wanted to align your forces with my own. Well, the timing wasn’t right then, but now, things are different. We might just be able to do some business.
Kloe likes where this is headed.
IN-RING
It’s just as William Mason and Karen McBride speculated before the break, the ring is occupied by Cassidy Haze, and the monster has no intention of leaving it until her appetites for chaos and carnage have been clinched. Greyson and Sparkles sound a little freaked at the lingering presence of Cassidy, who paces the ring and keeps on glaring up the ramp, eyes never breaking from the entry curtains.
Greyson: We’re back from like the fourth straight commercial break to find Cassidy Haze standing in the ring, waiting to hurt someone….I don’t even think it matters at this point who it is she hurts.
Sparkles: It matters to Sparkles. What if she picks me to split in half? Doesn’t she realize that Sparkles is normally the one who splits ladies in half? Not the other way around?
Greyson: I don’t think Cassidy would honor that arrangement, Sparkles. We’ve seen her indiscriminately handing out beatings throughout the night. First it was Christy Hightower, then it was JaMarcus Avery, and now who knows who will be next.
”American Dreamgirl” is the track blaring through the speakers and serving as a precursor to answering Greyson’s question. However it won’t be Cassidy who gets her hands on another victim, it will be the victims who get their hands on Cassidy. Within seconds of her entrance music hitting the PA system, Karen McBride steps to the stage, and William Mason is right there beside her, step for step. The pair has shed their protective detail, realizing that they are the only two who can finish this with the monster waiting for them in the ring.
Sparkles: It’s my Willie, he’s about to get all up on Cassidy.
Greyson: I hope you ARE talking about William Mason.
Sparkles: Depends.
Greyson: On what?
Sparkles: How drunk Sparkles can get Cassidy.
It might take copious amounts of alcohol to lull Cassidy into a position where William Mason and Karen McBride can at least finish her off. The seemingly inhuman Cassidy continues to stare down the two and encourage them to enter the ring, but before they get in there, Karen has something to get off her chest, and she will do so via the microphone in her hand.
Karen: Cassidy, you want to see a transformation?
The menacing creature in the ring nods with wide, maniacal eyes.
Karen: Great, because you’re about to face a totally different Karen McBride and William Mason, compared to the ones you faced at the End of the Year Special.
William: This time Cassidy, after what you did to Christy and JaMarcus, WE will be the merciless ones.
Karen: I fought for your return, Cassidy, and now I’ll fight with every fiber of my being to see you GONE.
Suddenly William and Karen find themselves cut off when double axehandles smash them over their respective backs. These blows are delivered by the last assailants anyone would have anticipated. Alex Ingelson and Patrick Fitzpatrick, operating under orders from former Head Referee, Stuart Wright, are putting the fists to Prestige. William tries to cover his head as he’s batted down the ramp and eventually taken by both wrists, Ingelson and Wright stereo Irish whipping him right along into the steel steps. At the same time Karen, still weakened from the shot with the baseball bat earlier tonight, finds herself subjected to punches to the back of her head delivered by Fitzpatrick.
Greyson: Why-why-why are the former Sinistry referees attacking Mason and McBride?
Sparkles: I don’t think they’re very appreciative of McBride’s change to the main event. These three are still devoted to Kloe Masters, and want to see her protected at any cost.
Greyson: That explains quite a bit, Sparkles.
Sparkles: It does? Sparkles was just talking out of his non-existent sphincter.
The fans are all over the former referees in much the same way said referees are all over Mason and McBride. Finally William is rolled into the ring by Ingelson and Wright, who then follow him in and continue to stomp away at his body. Cassidy Haze stands back watching all of this unfold with a sneer on her face. Eventually she slips through the ropes, actually leaving the ring instead of lingering behind to maul either Karen or William who are presently being served up to her with apples in their mouths.
Greyson: Now where is Cassidy going?
Sparkles: She’s stepping out of the ring and straight into a Sparkles fantasy. This one involving Sparkles, Cassidy, and a Pepsi Cola machine.
Greyson: I don’t even want to know any further information.
Sparkles: But Sparkles hasn’t even brought up the trampoline yet.
A stunned Karen is now rolled into the ring and ends up seated with her back wedged to a turnbuckle. At the same time referee Fitzpatrick has a knee to her throat, pinning her in place. She is rendered defenseless, unable to help William.
Presently William has both of his arms trapped behind his back by Ingelson, and is receiving several boots to the ribs by Wright.
Wright: Karen!
The former Head Referee and Sinistry stalwart, glares across the ring at a a desperate Karen.
Wright: The way we see it you have exactly two options. Number one, you recant your statement about there being zero tolerance for outside interference in the Steel Cage match tonight, and you name me the referee for that match. Option two, you watch Ingelson, Fitzpatrick and I take your best friend and we….
Wright’s threats can only be taken seriously if he actually has someone to threaten. At the moment, he doesn’t. William manages to shove his way backwards across the ring and drive Ingelson who was standing behind William still clasping hold of his arms, right into the turnbuckle. Ingelson’s grip is broken and now the same is about to happen to Wright’s face. William steps out of the corner and slams his knuckles across Wright’s cheek, knocking him almost out cold. Fitzpatrick tries to get involved, but is caught from behind, spun around and grabbed by the back of the head. Karen charges Fitzpatrick across the ring and throws him right into Ingelson, the two crashing into one another and then flipping over the ropes to the outside of the ring.
Now Wright is the only one left in the ring with William and Karen. Although Karen is keeping her eyes glued to the outside of the ring, surveying the landscape for a vanished Cassidy, the fuming William is picking up a microphone and keeping his focus on Wright
William: The way I see it, Wright, you’ve got two options. Option one, you face me one on one right now and answer for all the people you screwed over on the behalf of the Sinistry. Or option 2, you do jack shit and you like it!
William looks towards Karen, who smirks and then bobs her head towards the time keeper. The bell is chimed and we seem to be having an impromptu match between William Mason and former Head SIN Referee, Stuart Wright.
WILLIAM MASON © VS. STUART WRIGHT
Sparkles: Wait, what’s going on here?
Greyson: I think we’re getting an impromptu match, Sparkles, William Mason has challenged Stuart Wright, and Wright doesn’t have any choice in the matter, he’s facing Mason one on one.
Sparkles: Stuart made the fatal mistake of touching my Willie, now Sparkles will never forgive him. Sparkles feels very violated over the touching of my Willie.
The bell continues to chime in the background and a stunned Ingelson and Fitzpatrick can do nothing but watch from the ringside area as Karen assumes the role of referee for this ‘contest.’ Said match begins with William forcing Wright’s bicep into an arm-bar. The official’s limb is bent at a very awkward angle, William absolutely mangling the official with this submission.
In spite of this pain, actually, in response to it, Wright stands up and tries to pry his arm out of the Pure Champion’s clutches. William now tugs on the arm, turns Wright around and places him in a side headlock. William is just having his way with Wright at this point, thoroughly manhandling him.
William almost playfully connects with a side headlock take down, flipping Wright over and driving him into the canvas. William leans with his back to Wright’s chest while putting a lot of pressure on the former referee’s neck.
William: You want to stand up for Kloe? You can’t even stand up for yourself you perverted little….
Suddenly William finds himself caught off guard by a set of legs placing him in a head scissors. Wiliam is stunned when Wright applies the head scissors on the Pure Champion.
Greyson: Whoooooa. Wait a minute. What is this?
Sparkles: Wright actually countering William.
Greysin: Well from what I understand, Wright is a former collegiate wrestler.
William kips up out of the head scissors and looks offended by Wright’s attempt to WRESTLE him. The Pure Champion grabs Wright’s leg, lifting it into the air and then rolling him over to his stomach, applying a step over Boston Leg Crab. A screaming Wright crawls across the ring and towards the ropes, reaching out for the bottom cable. Before he can reach the cables, Wright suddenly finds himself dragged back to the center of the ring. William sits down on the crease of Wright’s knee, causing the official to scream so loud it threatens to shatter glass.
Karen is right there, kneeling in front of him and asking Wright is he submits, but the former referee shouts ‘no.’ This surprises Kloe, who was anticipating a far quicker end to this contest. Rather Wright wants to submit or not becomes irrelevant, his leg is bent at a gruesome angle at William’s hands, prompting Wright to prepare to tap out.
When it seems that Wright is about to give up, his fellow Sinistry supporter, Ingelson, leaps up to the apron, pretending that he’s going to enter the ring. Karen charges at him and throws a knee right into his side, knocking Ingelson off the apron, launching him to the outside of the ring. Meanwhile, behind Karen’s back, Fitzpatrick is sliding into the ring with William’s Pure Title in his hands. He stretches the belt between his hands and charges at William, swinging the gold at the Champion’s scalp.
Unfortunately for Ingelson his target possesses lightning fast reflexes. William breaks the Boston crab and catches Ingelson by the very arm that was swinging the Pure Title. William forces Ingelson down to the canvas and places him in the fujiwara to an explosive roar from the crowd.
Sparkles: Get ‘em Slick Willie! Get ‘em!
Greyson: Mason catching Ingelson, and now he’s got him in the fujiwara.
The hold is applied for only a few seconds, just long enough to inflict some serious aggravation on Ingelson. Sadly William has to break the submission when he spots Wright stumbling in. William releases the fujiwara then hustles to his feet to catch Wright with something presumably far more devastating. And it IS devastating, for William. The second William reaches his feet Wright throws a boot into his gut, doubling him over then snapping back into a DDT right into the Pure Title belt. William’s skull bounces off the gold plate of his championship and he now flops onto his back, rendered unconscious.
Greyson: ANOTHER evenflow DDT, the second one that Mason has taken tonight!
Sparkles: And this time onto a title belt! Not my Willie! Stop abusing my Willie!
Greyson: Could that DDT have actually set Wright up to win this match? Stranger things have happened.
After spiking William’s head into the belt, Wright grabs the championship and throws it out of the ring. He then crawls into the lateral press, hooking his leg. Karen turns around and spots the pinfall being made, her eyes widening and her shoulders shrugging. Finally with a sigh she goes to honor the rules of this contest, dropping to the ring and making the three count under duress.
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Luckily Karen won’t have to worry about the ramifications of counting William’s shoulders to the canvas, because he manages to get one of them into the air.
Sparkles: That’s my boy, Willie, that’s my boy!
Wright stands up in protest of Karen’s officiating, a referee actually arguing with a wrestler about the speed of their count. This irony is not wasted on Karen, nor the fans. The crowd continues to heckle Wright, who goes back after his opponent only to walk right into a surprise inside leg trip. William rises to his knees on the canvas and pulls the SIN referee’s leg out from under him, dropping him to his back and putting him in position for the Texas Cloverleaf. A resurgent William gets to his feet and twists both his and Wright’s bodies over into the hold. He sits down on Wright’s back, putting significant strain on the official’s frame.
Wright cries out shrilly, lifting his hand into the air to submit. Before Wright’s hand can swat to the canvas and end this match, Karen’s focus is drawn away from the potential tap out due to the distraction created by Ingelson.
Once again Ingelson sacrifices his body on Wright’s behalf. He is about half way through the ropes before Karen hits him with a basement dropkick to the cheek. Ingelson is sent corkscrewing to the outside mats. While Karen sits up to enjoy her handiwork, she has no idea that William is getting NO enjoyment out of this, in fact, it’s serving to his detriment. The Pure Champion keeps the cloverleaf on Wright applied until another of Wright’s allies, Fitzpatrick comes racing to his aid.
Fitzpatrick charges at William with a double axehandle aimed at William’s head, but the Pure Champion ducks his head just enough to catch the inbound referee with a back drop. Fitzpatrick flips through the air and ultimately crashes to the canvas. In the process William was forced to break the cloverleaf however, meaning he did not earn the submission he was banking on. He turns to regain his grasp on Wright, stooping down to grab the former Head SIN official only to get a fingernail dug straight into his eye. William’s eyes are gouged and he’s now turning his back on Wright, who lunges to his feet and hooks both of William’s arms from behind. The crowd are even more stunned than William as they watch the Pure Champion hit with a reverse Russian Leg Sweep.
Sparkles: How the hell is Wright doing this to Slick Willie?
Greyson: Like I said, Sparkles, Wright, Ingelson and Fitzpatrick were actually very talented athletes before they became members of the IWC officiating staff, and Wright is proving that at the moment. Can you imagine if he actually beats, Mason?
Sparkles: Sparkles will not live in a world where that is a capability.
Wright forces William onto his back and then throws himself over William’s chest. He hooks William’s leg in anticipation of the most shocking upset victory in IWC history. Once again Karen turns around to find William splayed beneath the body of Wright. Although she questions how this is possible, and if it were right to make the count, she finally drops to the ring and begrudgingly slaps the canvas.
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Squealing fans are aplenty in the Manhattan Center as Karen’s hand comes dangerously close to hitting the canvas for a third time only to have William launch a shoulder from the ring before the count could be completed.
Sparkles: Next time there’s a fall that close, throw Sparkles into the ring so that I can maul Wright’s eyes and save Mason.
Greyson: It looks like he’ll have no trouble saving himself, Sparkles.
Wright looks to be one second away from a full on meltdown, and ten seconds past a break from reality. He steps towards Karen, extends his finger and wedges it to the Principle Owner’s chest.
Wright: Quit slow counting me! You do not bend the rules for your partner. Have you no appreciation or respect for the sacred art of match officiating? Who taught you how to ref a match?
Karen: I learned everything I know from watching how YOU referee matches.
Suddenly a giant lump forms in Wright’s throat, realizing what Karen is inferring, considering that Wright has spent much of his officiating career screwing over in ring combatants. Finally he hauls off and swings his fist at Karen’s face but she ducks the blow. As a result Wright’s momentum spins him around so that his back is facing Karen, who then gives him a forceful shove. Wright is sent staggering into a boot to his gut from the recovered William, who then follows it by catching his stooped opponent and planting him on top of his head via the Perfect Driver.
Greyson: Perfect Driver! Perfect Driver! It connects.
Sparkles: Slick Willie has just made Sparkles the happiest puppet ever.
Karen drops into position and delivers the three count once William has rolled into a pinning predicament.
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One final and emphatic slap of the canvas later and the Pure Champion has just defeated one of the Sinistry’s most corrupted of the corrupted.
Greyson: Prestige managing to salvage a victory from what was a pretty painful night for the group all together.
Sparkles: Yeah, but Slick Willie always lands on his feet. He’s like a cat, and Sparkles loves cats, they have enormous butt-holes.
There is an explosive ovation from the Manhattan Center in response to William’s victory against the Sinistry’s most ardent supporters. He rises to his feet and is quickly handed his Pure Title by Karen, the two releasing a sigh of satisfaction. The pair watches as an unconscious Wright is dragged out of the ring by Ingelson and Fitzpatrick. He falls at their feet where Ingelson and Fitzpatrick snap fingers in front of his face, trying to help him regain some consciousness. Meanwhile, Karen and William continue to watch the results of this latest impromptu bout, but their eyes SHOULD have been on the rafters high above.
Serenity: Bravo….Bravo….Braaaaaavooooo!
The cynical ovation emanates from the rafters. That’s where all focus shifts, every fan and every in ring combatant watching Serenity, Willow Wilkes, Jessika, Maxine Moore and NOW Cassidy Haze lurking in their bird’s nest. The five equally as deadly ladies lean over the railing and examine the four athletes presently in the ring.
Serenity: What an amazing victory William. I think that’s what the smarks would call a five star classic. I want you to live up this moment though, really rejoice and enjoy it. Because the good times are rapidly coming to an end. You’ll have no cause to celebrate after NewAge.
This ominous threat is accompanied with an equally as ominous change in Serenity’s entire disposition. Somehow her entire façade manages to darken, and her voice deepens to whole new depths. Somewhere Christian Bale is studying his television and trying to match Serenity’s voice so he can one day emulate it for another Batman project.
Serenity: The two of you, Karen, William, you were both right when you told Cassidy that you were the ones that she wanted, and she will get what she wants. Next week, on NewAge, Cassidy is challenging the two of you to a handicap match, and on that night, the transformation will be…..COMPLETE!
BACKSTAGE
Melanie: Blaire!?! Where the heck did she go?
Clearly Melanie has no clue what just happened in the ring, still on a mission assigned to her earlier tonight. But instead of hunting Maxine Moore now Melanie McBride has her sights set on tracking down new game. She hunts the backstage area in search of her sister, Blaire, who she got separated from throughout all of the madness between Prestige and Serenity’s army. Now Melanie peers into one room after another hoping that Blaire will pop out.
Melanie: Someone needs to put a bell on that woman. BLAIRE? Where are you? Karen needs us.
It is until Melanie hears some distant voices, one resembling her sister’s, that she realizes she’s on the right path. Melanie puts a little more pep in her step, moving quickly around a corner only to slow to a stop. Her mind struggles to process what she’s seeing. The camera turns to find her sister Blaire standing in the hallway chatting it up with Silas Mason and Marie Jones. Well, not really chatting it up, instead Blaire seems to be intently listening to the words that pour through the speakers built into Silas’ wheelchair. He types out each syllable that reaches Blaire’s ears.
Silas: If you really think about it, Mrs. McBride, your sister’s decision was made a bit impulsively.
Blaire: Hmmm, maybe you’ve got a point.
Silas: There’s no maybe baby. I know what I’m talking about. Trust me when I tell you that Karen isn’t in the right frame of mind to be making decisions regarding this Steel Cage match tonight
Blaire: Well Karen does have a habit of making poor choices. Been cleaning up after her messes for too long.
Marie: Why don’t you make this the LAST mess you clean?
Finally Marie Jones chimes in.
Blaire: I’ll go to Karen and get her to look into….
Silas: Do we really need to wait on Karen to see the error of her ways?
Marie: Yeah, aren’t you a McBride? Can’t you do exactly what William Mason just did, and use your association with your sister, the Principle Owner, to make this change?
Melanie: BLAIRE!
Melanie takes offence to what she’s hearing, hence why she puts an end to this ‘meeting.’
Melanie: What are you doing?
Blaire: What does it look like? Silas and I are talking business.
Melanie: But you don’t have the right to overturn Karen’s decisions.
Blaire: I don’t? The way I see it, I have more of a right to preside over this company than Karen does.
Silas: She does possess a knack for it.
Marie: Agreed. Far more open minded than her sister.
Melanie: Blaire, PLEASE. Don’t do anything….
Blaire: Melanie, buzz off, we’re talking business right now. Find me later.
There’s no point in arguing any further, hence why Melanie is throwing her palms into the air and walking away from Blaire rather than pressing this any further.
Blaire: Now what was your idea, Silas?
Silas: I thought you’d never ask.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
Mason Van Stanton: I hear you’re the go to girlie around here.
Blaire McBride: You heard correctly.
The most ruthless and cunning of the McBride sisters has taken her sister Karen’s chair, nestled in behind the desk of the Principle Owner. While Karen is away, Blaire will play. Instead of trying to run the federation bi-proxy, she’s taking control straight-up. Which suits scoundrels such as Silas Mason and Mason Van Stanton very well. The perverse agent to the Noel family stands in front of ‘Blaire’s’ desk, wearing a…trench-coat? Yup, Mason has got a serious ‘flasher’ vibe going right now.
Blaire: What can I do for you, Mr. Van Stanton?
Mason: Besides continuing to be your lovely self?
Blaire: Flattery will only get you so far, Sir.
Mason: Alright fine, if you are going to be such an eager beaver, I’ll get to it. You may not be aware of this, but there has recently been a few changes made in my managerial client pool. After her betrayal and defection from the Noel family, it has been decided that I will no longer represent Gloria Noel.
Blaire: Oooookay?
Mason: But there’s no need to worry, even though Gloria is gone, I’ll still make Selena Frost and Marina Valdivia, those granny pantie wearing ladies, suffer for threatening me and for being prudes in general. And you’re going to help me see them suffer.
Blaire: So you expect me to reprimand Selene Frost and Marina Valdivia, the new number one contenders for the Queen of the Ring Championship?
Mason: Oh, I expect you to do a lot worse than simply reprimand them. They’re not the only ones who need to answer for their actions at the pay-per-view though. I ALSO want that Neanderthal from CNG, Eric Moxley to pay for putting his hands on me at the End of the Year Special. He had the audacity to scoop slam me over the top rope….ME…..Mason Van Stanton, proud proponent of the Noel family dynasty.
Blaire: Listen-listen-listen, believe it or not, Mr. Van Stanton, the world and everyone in it does not revolve around you.
Mason: This is news to me.
Blaire: You want to make Selena, Marina and Moxley pay? Then YOU take care of it. I’ve got bigger and more important issues to worry about.
Mason: The Noel family will not be pleased to hear you say that.
Blaire: Scram Mason.
Mason: FINE.
This conversation is getting Mason nowhere faster than flying the Red Eye. Now the only place he flies is out the door, stepping into the hall. The void in front of Karen’s desk that Mason has left behind is shortly filled by Head Referee Marcus Mayfield. It seems Mayfield, bedecked in his striped jersey, is one person that Blaire actually WANTED to see.
Blaire: Ah, glad you could finally pull yourself away from your busy schedule to join me, Mr. Mayfield.
Mayfield: Ummmm, I was summoned….by Karen, and as far as I can tell, you’re NOT Karen McBride.
Blaire: No, you were summoned by a McBride, Blaire McBride, and I’m acting as Principle Owner at the moment.
Mayfield: Is that even legal…?
Blaire: You needn’t concern yourself with all of that. The only thing I want you focused on is the Riot main event. I understand you’ve been assigned to officiate it.
Mayfield: Yes ma’am.
Blaire: Well there are going to be some changes made to that match, primarily as it relates to the ‘zero tolerance’ clause set in place by my sister, and the exclusion of Silas World from ringside.
Evident by the expression on Mayfield’s face he does NOT like where all of this is headed
IN-RING
Alex Ingelson: What just happened out here to Stuart Wright was the greatest injustice this federation has ever committed.
Alex Ingelson and Patrick Fitzpatrick, the only two remaining SIN referees, are stood in the middle of the ring protesting the beating just given to their brethren Stuart Wright. Clearly the turncoats do not take kindly to the fact that William Mason turned Wright into his own personal punching bag. The referees who still wear ‘SIN’ emblems sewn unto the chests of their shirts, stand shoulder to shoulder, ready to go to bat for their fallen comrade.
Ingelson: William Mason, you are a low-down scoundrel of a man.
Fitzpatrick: Not to mention the most naïve man on this entire roster of cretins. You think that by assaulting Stuart Wright, it will put an end to the Sinistry?
Ingelson: Where our leader, the TRUE Head Referee, fell, the two of us will rise. We will take his place, we will stand in his stead, we will….
Mason: Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen, sounds to me like you are now in need of some guidance.
With his trench-coat flapping along behind him Mason Van Stanton moves to the stage, microphone lifted to his always cocksure smile.
Mason: Stuart Wright, he was your navigator, he was your leader, and now that he was just destroyed by William Mason, it seems the two of you are left rudderless. How about you let Mason Van Stanton be your motor, the man who will help carry you through troubled waters.
The ever so arrogant Mason slips into the ring and steps towards the SIN referees, who cannot help but to be magnetized by the agent’s inflated self-worth.
Mason: I can be of invaluable aid to the two of you. For instance, I can help you redirect your efforts to targets that when assaulted will have a far greater impact on this federation. That’s who you two should be angry with, the IWC. Don’t think with such a myopic perspective, employ a hyperopic view. The IWC allowed Stuart to be beaten down, they forced the Sinistry out of power, they want to make Kloe Masters, your former boss, compete in a steel cage match. So target the IWC, lash out at those most faithful to it. Bring down the system boys.
Ingelson: How do we go about doing that?
Mason: For starters. I say we crush the stars of tomorrow, the people the IWC are banking on to one day become the backbone of this federation. CNG is filled with bright eyed young wrestlers just Jonesing to get on the main roster and make an impact. Let’s lash out at them first….
Fitzpatrick: You make a good point.
Mason: Naturally. Now, the first of CNG’s targets we should go after, is Eric Moxley. He’s the mouthpiece of that whole federation. By vanquishing him in this ring tonight, it will send an appropriate message to every one of those knuckle draggers in CNG that no one is safe.
Ingelson: You have a plan for the destruction of Moxley?
Mason: Just so happens I do gents.
The trench-coat wrapped around Mason’s body is shed to reveal the wrestling singlet that covers his body. The disgusted voices of the commentators Greyson and Sparkles can at last be heard in the background.
Greyson: Believe me when I say this, Mason Van Stanton is the last man on the planet who should EVER be seen in a singlet.
Sparkles: My lips are bigger than his arms.
Greyson: And of course he would be turning the highly susceptible Alex Ingelson and Patrick Fitzpatrick against Eric Moxley. We all saw at the End of the Year Special how the CNG commentator Moxley scoop slammed Van Stanton over the top rope.
To the shock of everyone in the building, Mason is dressed for some gladiatorial exploits.
Mason: I am here to challenge Eric Moxley to step out from behind the commentator’s table, emerge from whatever subterranean cave he currently inhabits, bring his sloped forehead into this ring, and face me one on one. When he shows up, Alex, Fitzpatrick, I trust the two of you know precisely what to do.
The referees mirror one another’s sadistic smirks.
Mason: Wonderful.
Now the agent is turning to the stage, directing his comments to Eric Moxley, who Mason presumes to be loitering backstage.
Mason: You want to try and make a fool of me, Moxley. You think you can just have your way with me like I’ve had my way with so many women? You are sorely mistaken you walking Geico commercial, you caveman, you troglody…..
Selena: Is this snooze-fest going to continue?
There is a cold chill going up the spines of the fans as the Snow Queen makes her way to the stage. Selena Frost, microphone in hand, has had more than her fill of Mason Van Stanton and his absolutely repulsive rhetoric.
Greyson: It’s the Snow Queen, Sparkles.
Sparkles: Great, Sparkles could really go for a hot fudge sundae right now.
Greyson: That’s DAIRY Queen, this is the SNOW Queen. She and Mason Van Stanton have developed quite the mutual hatred for one another over the past few months. It was in Selena’s debut interview that she was interrupted by Van Stanton. Then at the End of the Year Special, Selena and Marina Valdivia, another of the ladies Mason has disrespected, all but threatened to take Van Stanton out for good.
Sparkles: Sadly they didn’t fulfill that promise.
Greyson: Indeed. Hopefully Selena is here to fix that mistake.
In her short time with the IWC, Selena has already built quite the fan-base, hence why she’s getting such a response from the riled up crowd.
Selena: Listen Mason Van-Baby Penis, haven’t the two of us gone down this road already? You come out make a mockery of this federation, force your misogynistic views of women down our collective throats, and insult the aspiring talent looking to make their way up the ranks, then I come out, threaten you until a giant urine stain forms in your pants and eventually you come out looking like the big ole’ horse’s ass that you are.
Mason’s lower lip trembles with anger.
Mason: You listen here you pasty faced skeezer, I will not be threatened by you, or anyone else with both sets of sexual organs. You may not be Eric Moxley, but I will still make an absolute fool of you should you choose to step in this ring.
Selena: Are you, wait, YOU are challenging ME to a match? Well you don’t have to ask me twice.
Pulses are racing faster than ever as Selena makes her way to the ring and the man who is backing across it. Mason steps behind the backs of Ingelson and Fitzpatrick. In spite of being dressed to compete, Mason looks as if he has no intention of wrestling Selena. She isn’t clued into this fact until she climbs up onto the apron and spots Mason cowering behind the referees.
Mason: Don’t delude yourself, Selena, you know I’m way too much man for you to handle. No one wants to watch me wipe the floor with you tonight, so instead, if you’re so eager to get your firm lil’ ass handed to you, Alex Ingelson and Patrick Fitzpatrick here will be give you the spankin’ you deserve.
Alex and Patrick are WAY too eager to get physical with Selena. The two are already crouched and urging Selena to bring it.
Greyson: Again, this should come as no shock to anyone who knows Mason Van Stanton.
Sparkles: He’s sending the former SIN referees, Alex Ingelson and Patrick Fitzpatrick in there to face off against Selena Frost?
Greyson: It’s only fitting, Selena sent the End Effect packing, will she do the same to the final remnants of the Sinistry?
The fans are eager to see if Selena will accept this challenge for a handicap match. It doesn’t take long for her to show the world that she is not one who shies from even the stiffest competition. Selena slides through the ropes, stands in front of Alex and Patrick but prepares to stand over them in victory. Mason Van Stanton, watching from the apron at this point, couldn’t have a bigger smile on his face if both ends of his mouth were being stretched by fishing hooks.
Marina: Here’s an idea….
Much like Selena Frost, Marina Valdivia’s tenure with the IWC has been short lived, yet she still gets a riveting ovation upon heading for the ring. Apparently the crowd are just a smitten with the Hollywood starlet, as they are the Snow Queen. Marina is much like Selena in other ways as well, entering the ring without the slightest inclination of fear.
Greyson: Another of the ladies who has been forced to suffer Mason Van Stanton’s intolerable disposition towards women, is coming out here to take a stand.
Sparkles: Van Stanton ruined Marina’s debut interview as well.
Greyson: And Marina was on hand to threaten Mason at the pay-per-view.
She’ll do a lot more than threaten should her hands get anywhere near Mason tonight. And speaking of Mason, he doesn’t look nearly as self-assured as moments earlier now that the number’s advantage that Ingelson and Fitzpatrick just had over Selena has been negated by Marina’s arrival.
Marina: I’ve got a suggestion. Selena…
Selena is all ears.
Marina: You and I were SUPPOSED to face each other tonight.
Selena: In some antiquated method of determining who the rightful number one contender for the Queen of the Ring Title should be, right?
Marina: Exactly, seeing as we were both screwed at the End of the Year Special by Mason’s ‘former’ client.
The ladies are obviously eluding to what happened to them at the pay-per-view during the course of the Noel Invitational to crown the number one contender to the Queen of the Ring Title. In the closing moments of that match, Gloria Noel, under orders from Mason, pulled both Selena and Marina out of the ring, costing the last two survivors of an over the top rope battle royal to hit the outside mats at the same time.
Marina: But I say we put that match on hold for a moment….
Selena: Did you have something better in mind?
Marina: Oh yeah, you better believe it. I think it be a lot more fun to TEAM together rather than face each other. If Ingelson and Fitzpatrick want to gang up on you, I’ll stand by your side and we’ll even up the odds.
Selena: I like the sounds of that.
Marina: What do you say boys? Tag Team match, Marina and Selena versus Ingelson and Fitzpatrick?
The SIN officials are conferring amongst themselves before turning towards Mason, who has already dropped from the apron and is pretty much turning his back on both men.
Selena: You know what, Marina, since the Sinistry never really gave people options, why are we giving these two Sinistry devotees a choice?
Marina: Good point.
The two rush across the ring and pounce on Ingelson and Fitzpatrick, battling the two back and into the ropes. Punches and forearms connect with the bodies of both referees. Now official Ficklebottom is rushing down the ramp and sliding into the ring, calling for the bell to start the match.
Greyson: It looks like we’ve got ANOTHER change to the format.
Sparkles: Selena and Marina were supposed to fight each other, but it looks like these hot and cold chicks have just decided to team against the Sinistry stooges.
MARINA VALDIVIA & SELENA FROST VS. ALEX INGELSON & PATRICK FITZPATRICK
Ficklebottom watches with glee as Marina knife edge chops Patrick across the chest while Selena delivers forearms across both sides of Alex’s cheeks. The two fight Alex and Patrick into opposite ends of the ring, having their opponents stooped against the ropes. Now Selena grabs the back of Alex’s head while Marina is taking the back of Patrick’s skull. Both ladies simultaneously charge the referees across the ring and drive the referees skull first into one another. Patrick and Alex bounce off one another and stagger along into simultaneously back drops over the top rope. The referees crash to the outside and desperately try to collect themselves. They stand up just in time to have Selena dive through one set of ropes and Marina leap through the other set of cables. Selena hits Patrick with a suicide headbutt while Marina connects with the same move on Alex.
Greyson: Big dives from both Marina and Selena!
Sparkles: Sexy! Sexy! Sexy!
Marina is the first to roll her victim into the ring, Selena too busy stomping away at her own outside of the ring. Marina now climbs up onto the apron and then scales the nearest turnbuckle, her back facing the laid out Alex in the middle of the ring. She now flips over backwards into a moonsault and comes down right into the SIN official’s raised knees. He gets them up right into Marina’s ribs, subjecting her mid-section to such strain and pain. She stands up albeit doubled over griping at her gut. Alex then reaches out, catches her by the back of the head and pulls her down into an inside cradle.
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The fans are prepared for heart ache, but instead find their heart’s warmed when Marina gets her shoulder up.
Sparkles: How about that? Ingelson ALMOST caught Marina.
Greyson: We saw this earlier in William Mason’s match against Stuart Wright, apparently the SIN officiating staff are a bit more credible inside of that ring than we thought they would be.
Alex further demonstrates his wrestling capabilities by pulling Marina to her feet then giving her a textbook scoop slam across the canvas. Once she’s laid out before him Alex takes to the air, eventually coming down knee first straight into his opponent’s face. Mason Van Stanton’s face is now turned back to the ring, watching with a smile from the ramp, he too seems as stunned as the crowd at the sight of Alex and Patrick holding their own in this match.
That match now takes on some structure as Selena climbs up onto the apron, taking a stand in her corner. Patrick is doing the same, occupying his corner with his ribs still hurting after all the stomps he took from the Snow Queen at ringside.
Both Patrick and Selena watch as Alex forces Marina up to her feet and then hits her with a standard but effective snap suplex. Alex rolls back, ends up kneeling beside Marina and pulls her head up by the bangs, subjecting her forehead to repeated punches. He continues to hold onto Marina’s bangs, using them to drag her along and towards his corner, where he reaches out and slaps the outstretched hand of his tag team partner. Patrick quickly enters the ring and rushes into a boot straight across Marina’s face. She is knocked to her back but only for a moment. Alex stoops down behind her, sits Marina up and hooks her arms in a full nelson, rendering her defenseless. Patrick now stomps at her mid-section repeatedly.
Alex now pulls Marina up to her feet still trapping her in the full nelson and exposing her mid-section to the running headbutt delivered by Patrick. The former SIN Referee takes off into the ropes, ricochets off and builds momentum behind another running headbutt straight into Marina’s ribcage, stooping her over into a display of pain. Once she is doubled over, Alex and Patrick are able to take her around the neck and connect with a stereo vertical suplex.
Greyson: My goodness. I never would have suspected that Ingelson and Fitzpatrick were this capable in a wrestling ring.
Sparkles: Me thinks they spent quite a bit of time being trained as grapplers before joining the referee pool.
Alex vacates the ring while Patrick bends down and wedges his shoulder to Marina’s ribs. He squeezes his arms around her waist, applying the bearhug. Marina grimaces in pain as her ribs are tightly bound in the arms of Patrick, who employs some brute strength in his attempt to fracture a few of her ribs. Marina lifts her hands into the air, interlocks them and ultimately swings them down right into Patrick’s upper back. The blows weaken his grasp enough for Marina to slip free and then launch a knee straight up into his still stooped body. Her knee cracks him under the jaw and sends Patrick staggering back into his corner where Alex makes a quick tag.
Marina is also looking to make a tag, moving towards Selena and her outstretched hand. But she suddenly finds her waistband caught from behind, Alex pulling Marina back and into his shoulder. He hoists her into the air and nails another text-book move, the back drop suplex. Once Marina has been laid out in the ring, Patrick shouts from his corner, DEMANDING a tag.
Alex slaps his palm, Patrick makes his way into the ring then backs up the turnbuckle before leaping off of it into a Bret Hart inspired axehandle elbow. His elbow is driven straight into Marina’s face and now he’s responding to Alex’s demand for a tag. He slaps Alex’s palm, and the second Alex gets the tag Alex scales to the top rope. The fans find themselves stunned at the sight of Alex flying off the turnbuckle into the diving headbutt. The move connects directly with Marina……or more accurately, Marina’s RAISED KNEES.
Greyson: Turnabout is fair play.
Sparkles: Alex’s head went sailing right into Marina’s knees.
Alex rolls away from Marina clasping at his wounded forehead. On instinct he pops up to his feet with his back turned to Marina, who hooks him around the thigh, pulling him over into the school boy.
Alex ends up rolling out of the pinning predicament though and then charges straight at Marina, who manages to use her quick timing to crawl through his legs. She ends up behind him then launching from her knees into a tag. Selena’s hand is slapped and she’s immediately flipping over the top rope, landing on her feet and lunging off of them into a lariat across Alex’s throat.
Alex is knocked to the canvas and Selena is staggering right past him into the waiting clutches of Patrick. He enters the ring and tries to help his partner by catching Selena with a scoop slam. But Selena slips out of Patrick’s hands before he can hit the move, lands behind Patrick’s back, grabs him by the head, stoops him over and charges him shoulder first into a spear right to Alex’s ribs. Both men crash to the canvas with Patrick rolling over to his seat and then immediately getting clocked in the face with a running knee strike. Selena hits the move with pinpoint accuracy before turning and draping her body across Patrick’s chest, going for the pin.
As much as Ficklebottom would like to call for the bell, he can’t, considering that Patrick is NOT the legal member of his team
Greyson: Selena got the hot tag….
Sparkles: Cold tag….
Greyson: Stop that. Selena is in there right now burning through her opponents.
Sparkles: Icing through her opponents.
Selena steps away from Patrick and towards Alex, stooping down to pin him. Just then Alex reaches up, grabs her by the belt and pulls her down into the ropes, launching her through to the outside of the ring. She lands on her feet across the mats and now Alex is standing up in the ring, grabbing the top rope. He pulls himself over and into a crossbody that Selena side steps. Alex lands on his feet in front of her and then finds himself pushed along across the mats right into the waiting kick delivered by Marina standing on the apron above him. The running punt kick is hit with such force to Alex’s face that it sends him flipping completely over backwards.
Marina no sooner hits the kick before she’s forced to deal with her other opponent, Patrick charging across the ring intent on hitting her with a spear to the back. But Marina wraps her arms around the top rope and then flips in reverse over the cables, over Patrick’s back and ultimately lands behind him.
Patrick ends up with his head stuck through the top and middle ropes, leaning over the second cable. That’s when Marina charges in behind him, leaps high into the air, clears the top rope and ultimately double stomps Patrick right in his upper back. The collision causes Patrick’s head to go crashing into the apron.
Greyson: What in the hell was that!?!
Sparkles: A nasty-nasty-nasty-nasty sexy move!
Marina lands on her feet across the outside mats while Selena is landing on her feet in the ring. Selena rushes towards Patrick, grabs him by the bangs and pulls him up into position for the snapmare. She is just about to deliver the Cold Snapmare before Alex comes running into the ring to stop her. He rushes skull first into Selena’s ribs, doubling her over. He then rushes in at Selena’s side and hits her with a big boot across the cheek, sending her twisting around into a code breaker by Patrick.
Selena bounces off of the knees and she now goes staggering back into Alex’s waiting arms. He catches her from behind and places her in a full nelson, exposing Selena’s mid-section. Patrick looks to take advantage of his opponent’s predicament, rushing in for a headbutt to Selena’s ribs. What he hadn’t banked on was Selena getting her feet up, wedging them to the top of Patrick’s head and pushing him back. Patrick ends up twisting around towards an opponent who was not in a compromised state. Marina hits an inside leg trip on Patrick then rolls him to his stomach, wraps his legs around her own and eventually bridges back into the Cali Killer. The Muta Lock is established on a screaming Patrick.
At the exact moment Patrick was being hit with the inside leg trip to set up for his current predicament, Selena, still trapped in Alex’s full nelson, has lunged into the air, reached back with her legs and wrapped them around Alex’s waist. She drops forward and flips Alex down into the roll up then transitions both of their bodies into the Frost Bite. She forces Alex to his stomach, grabs his arm and leans back, applying the modified arm bar.
Greyson: Simultaneous submissions from Marina and Selena on Ingelson and Fitzpatrick. We’ve seen these two referees show some talent during this match, but do they have the wrestling skill to escape these holds?
The answer is a big fat emphatic ‘NO.’
Alex and Patrick are tapping out almost instantly to the respective submission holds they are trapped in. Although Mason Van Stanton SHOULD be kicking himself at ringside over his plans for Marina and Selena back firing, he’s instead smirking. He steps up the ramp and stops on the stage, watching as Marina and Selena break their holds after they’ve broken the limbs they were targeting.
Beaming with pride, Ficklebottom steps in and grabs Selena and Marina by their wrists, raising the arms of the victorious combatants.
Greyson: Selena and Marina with an emotional victory for the IWC, they’ve just managed to finish off the SIN officiating staff.
Sparkles: The very same ladies responsible for taking down the End Effect, have just taken down SIN.
The aching Ingelson and Patrick drop to the outside mats, but there’s only one figure beyond the ropes that anyone is interested in at the moment. Mason draws the attention of the crowd as he backs through the curtains laughing hysterically. Smiles also grace the faces of Marina and Selena, who’s arms remain elevated in the clutches of referee Ficklebottom. Eventually they pull their hands out of the referee’s clutches and back away from one another. Marina pantomimes a title belt across her waist, sending Selena the message that SHE will be holding the Queen of the Ring Title, even if it comes at Selena’s expense. Selena just watches on with her icy gaze, convincing herself that the title that both she and Marina are co-contenders for WILL be in Selena’s clutches when all is said and done.
Greyson: Marina and Selena with an alliance here tonight, but that association will be put to the test given their number one contenders status regarding the Queen of the Ring Championship.
BACKSTAGE
Speaking of the Queen of the Ring Title we now get a very close up view of it. The camera captures the current bearer of the belt, Jessica Lasiewicz. The Morning Star stands in a corridor with her shoulder casually leaning to a wall and her opposite shoulder covered by the Queen of the Ring Title that she won from Tina Valentine at the End of the Year Special. Standing in front of her at the moment is Mark Comeau, microphone in his hand with the backstage correspondent waiting to catch her comments.
Comeau: Jessica Lasiewicz, let me start off by congratulating on what was quite the victory at the End of the Year Special, where you became the SECOND Queen of the Ring Champion.
Lasiewicz: Thanks. Although I never had the desire to hold this belt in the first place, after a couple of conversations with family, I can see a purpose in being a champion. The very first championship a member of my family has held since we came to this company.
Comeau: It’s pretty obvious that the IWC has no intention of letting you rest on your laurels though, Jessica….
Lasiewicz: Like I would ever do such a thing.
Comeau: We know that in your first defense of the title, you will not be facing one, but two challengers, who have been equally as red hot since their debut. We just saw those challengers, Marina Valdivia and Selena Frost, force a simultaneous submission in the ring, how do you intend to combat two individuals with such a dangerous aptitude for technical wrestling?
Lasiewicz: The same way I combat every challenge my dear. It doesn’t matter what style of wrestling my opponents subscribe to, be it submission, hardcore, strong style, they all fall just the same.
Comeau: Well best of luck to you in your first defense, and in your match coming up here tonight.
Lasiewicz: Nie potrzebuję szczęścia.
After spouting God only knows what in Polish, Jessica Lasiewicz is on her way to ready herself for her first match as Queen of the Ring Champion. Comeau doesn’t stand idle for long, finding a new target for his questions, the universally beloved, Marcus Mayfield. It doesn’t bode well for Mayfield that Comeau has spotted him vacating the office of Karen McBride. Naturally, this inspires about a billion questions from the backstage correspondent.
Comeau: Marcus Mayfield….
The IWC Head Referee looks so lost in thought that it barely even registers that his name was just called.
Comeau: Yoo-hoo, Marcus.
Mayfield finally reacts.
Mayfield: Yes sir?
Comeau: Just wanted to see if I could get an exclusive with you…..
Mayfield: Regarding?
Comeau: How about what you were talking to McBride about?
Mayfield: I ummmm, well, it’s complicated. She had a few ‘interesting’ demands.
Comeau: Really?
Mayfield: And it wasn’t Karen who was making the demands, it was Blaire.
Comeau: Karen’s sister?
Mayfield: One in the same.
Comeau: What were her demands?
Mayfield: I would like to tell you mate, honestly I would, but I’m not at liberty to discuss what I was told to do during the main event tonight.
Comeau: Hmmmm, why am I getting a little concerned?
Mayfield: No need. If my officiating abilities during the Ba’al, Taylor Chase main event at the End of the Year Special proved anything it’s that I’m determined to see that what is right is done at any cost, even at the expense of my own well-being.
Comeau: Speaking of which, how does it feel knowing that you were the one who counted the three at the End of the Year Special to put an end to Sinistry?
Mayfield: At the risk of sounding a little biased, I have to honest, it felt….great.
Comeau: I think everyone here in the IWC owes you mad props for doing what few others had the courage to do. You stood up to the Sinistry, survived multiple attacks at their hands, navigated through all the madness in that match and then managed to make the three count to declare Taylor Chase the new IWC World Champion.
Mayfield: It was no easy feat. Kloe Masters and the Sinistry threw every trick they had up their sleeves into that match, but….
Wilde: You cost us EVERYTHING!
A wild, no pun intended, Jessica Wilde, one of the Sinistry’s most faithful servants, comes out of nowhere and crushes the back of Mayfield’s head with a double axehandle. Comeau gets out of the way in the nick of time, clearing from the chaos instead of getting swept up into like he was at the End of the Year Special. Wilde’s crazed blow did not have the desired effect, because Mayfield is still standing, and now he’s spinning around and crushing his attackers jaw with a European Uppercut. Mayfield has Wilde reeling, but he does not have eyes in the back of his head. Otherwise he would have seen that Wilde is not the only Sinistry supporter out to maim him. Hunter Locke, former head of SIN security, nails a clothesline to the back of Mayfield’s head, knocking him to the concrete. Executioner now steps into view, the seven foot masked protector of Jessica Wilde, his enormous boots crashing into Mayfield’s body.
”Surly” Sam, the former Head Trainer and a man most susceptible to the Sinistry’s bribes, comes into view as well, joining in with some blows on Mayfield.
Wilde: You bastard! You BASTARD!
Wilde leaps through the pack of feral beasts assaulting Mayfield, dropping down on the Head Referee’s back while pummeling him over the shoulder blades with forearm strikes.
Wilde: You cost my Master his title, you cost him his control over this company. You took everything from me…from US.
The Sinistry supporters only stop their assault on Mayfield in order to drag him to his feet so that said ‘assault’ can be a bit more public.
Hunter: Take him to the ring!
’Surly’ Sam and Executioner clutch Mayfield’s arms and force him along down the corridor. Following right behind are Hunter and an absolutely deranged Wilde.
Wilde: We will crucify him in honor of our fallen Master!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
Selena: I think Ingelson tapped maybe a fraction of a second before Fitzpatrick did. So technically that win should go on my record.
Marina: Say what!?! Fitzpatrick submitted a solid fifteen minutes before you even got Ingelson in your hold.
Some surprisingly playful, yet competitive, banter is exchanged between co number one contenders for the Queen of the Ring Title, Marina Valdivia and Selena Frost. Mere moments after forcing the Sinistry’s referee staff to submit in the ring, these two victorious ladies find themselves making their way through the backstage area.
Selena: I’m afraid we have to agree to disagree. There’s no way that Fitzpatrick tapped first. Once I get that Frost Bite locked in, people submit quicker than….
Gloria: Excuse me ladies
All the good natured ribbing comes to an end when Selena and Marina happen upon the former client of Mason Van Stanton, Gloria “Don’t Call Me Noel.”
Marina: What do YOU want?
Gloria: I know I’m probably the last person either of you want to see right now.
Selena: I wouldn’t say the LAST person, but your pretty high on the list of those I find intolerable.
Gloria: I get that. And you two have every right to be upset with me for what I’ve done to you since my debut in the IWC. But just know that all the things I did to you was under duress. If it hadn’t been for Mason Van Stanton, I wouldn’t have pulled you both off that apron at the End of the Year Special and cost you two ladies the chance to declare a number one contender for the Queen of the Ring Title without controversy.
Marina: Gloria, it’s going to be pretty hard to forgive you….
Selena:….Or trust you.
Marina: But know that it warms my heart to see you stand up to Mason Van Stanton and the Noel family. The way you set them up and shattered their grip over there in GCW, it was beautiful.
Gloria: Thank you.
Selena: Although it doesn’t really make up for all the garbage you stood by and let go down. You should have intervened when your agent Mason thought it be a good idea to interrupt our matches, and interrupt our interviews.
Gloria: You can beat me up for it all you want, Selena, but whatever you two put me through, won’t even begin to compare to what I’m putting myself through right now. I’ll never be able to look past the things I did while I was under the control of Mason and the Noel’s.
Mason: Reeeaaally?
Disapproving glares are shot in the direction of Mason Van Stanton, who shows a surprising amount of courage in approaching the three ladies he has chastised and abused since his debut in the IWC.
Mason: So you think you made a few mistakes while being my client, Gloria? The way I see it, the only mistake you made, was turning you back on me and the Noel family. A mistake on YOUR part, but in actuality, your betrayal is going to pay off in spades for yours truly.
Gloria: I think you haven’t checked your phone messages, because I believe I left one informing you that your duties over in GCW now extend to scrubbing toilets….
Mason: You can do to me whatever floats your boat over in that company, but here in the IWC, I and the Noel family, are free to do whatever we want. And what we want right now, is to make the three of yours lives very-very-very-very miserable.
Selena: You’re already off to a great start just by making us look at your face.
Marina: Yeah, it really is the cure for obesity, because just looking at you makes me never want to take another bite of food again.
Mason: You know, you two aren’t nearly as cute as you think you are. Sure, you got some nice knockers, but your brains aren’t nearly as huge. If they were, you would know not to make light of me, because every insult, every threat, will make what Noel does to you so much worse.
Gloria: Noel? Are you truly that delusional? Have you still not come to accept that I’m no longer affiliated with you or….
Mason: Who said YOU were the Noel I was talking about?
Gloria’s throat suddenly becomes clotted with concern.
Gloria: You don’t mean…
Mason’s grin is all the confirmation she required.
Mason: Listen here you trannies….(looks towards Marina and Selena)…on NewAge, the Noel family reconfirms its dominance, and this time it will be right here on IWC soil. On the same night that I teach CNG’s Eric Moxley to never put a finger on me again, the two of you will see the true power of the Noel family unleashed.
IN RING
Initially Marcus Mayfield put up a pretty good fight against the disgruntled former followers of the Sinistry, but the numbers were too much, and their rage over his actions at the pay-per-view too intense for him to overcome. The Head Referee who counted the three that cost Ba’al the World Title and the Sinistry their control over the federation, finds his mangled body tossed under the ropes and into the ring. Executioner and Hunter Locke were the pair that forced him inside, two of Sinistry’s most loyal advocates. Making their way down the ramp are three more faithful devotees of the power consumed group just forced to relinquish their strangle hold on the federation. Jessica Wilde leads ‘Surly’ Sam and former SIN commentator William Mayne towards the ring. The commentating duo of ventriloquist and puppet cannot keep their mouths shut regarding this scene of sheer depravity that consumes the ring.
Greyson: I really hoped the Sinistry’s lackies wouldn’t make good on the promise they made just before the commercial break to crucify Marcus Mayfield.
Sparkles: Why are they doing this to Marcus?
Greyson: Because he was the referee who made the three count that declared Taylor Chase the World Champion, and as thus, put an end to the Sinistry’s control over the IWC
There is quite the embittered response to these, the final remnants of the Sinistry’s corruption of the IWC staff. They stand in the ring surrounding Mayfield, clutching his arms and keeping them stretched out to his sides, holding him up on his knees in the process. Wilde stands behind them, microphone clutched in her palm and fire in her eyes.
Wilde: Are you proud now, Marcus? Huh? WELL ARE YOU!?!
A hard slap across the cheek removes the taste from his mouth.
Wilde: Because of you this company is destined for failure. The Sinistry were trying to save this federation and enrich everyone’s lives, and then you, Taylor Chase, Scott Cannon, and the Whore…the WHORE…you came along and ruined it all! Now my Master…(tears form beneath her eyes)….my beautiful Master, the great Ba’al, has vanished. Your three count took from us our salvation, our enlightenment, our strength, our-our EVERYTHING! You took him from us, and now we’ll deal with you, the same way I dealt with Katelyn Buehler…
The crazed Wilde turns in circles, her head almost spinning as she brings up the name of her most intense rival.
Wilde: Anyone who was sick in the mind enough to actuallywant to see Katelyn here tonight, you’re all out of luck. The Whore won’t be here, I made sure of that. I warned her at the End of the Year Special that something would happen to her precious sister if Katelyn set foot in this ring again, and unlike the Whore, I’m a woman of her word. I took to the open road a few weeks ago, right around the holiday season, and I gave the world the greatest gift. I followed Karina Buehler, you know, the one who took over Katelyn’s Twitter account while the Whore was off plugging dikes, well I found Karina driving along in her trampy little sports-car, and I forced her off the road into the very same gutter than Katelyn never should have dragged herself out of.
Greyson: Well that just confirms the rumors. I had noticed Karina Buehler wasn’t here at ringside fulfilling her role as photographer.
Sparkles: You mean to tell Sparkles, that Wilde took away some of my eye candy?
Greysin: Indeed she did. Wilde just confessed to attempting vehicular manslaughter on Katelyn’s sister for Christ sakes.
Sparkles: That little bitch. If she goes after cheese next, Sparkles is gonna slap a hoe.
Wilde: Katelyn is NEVER coming back, and neither will Mayfield after we are done with him.
Hunter slips his fingers into Marcus’ bangs, pulling back on them to show off the pain etched in his face.
Wilde: To honor our Master, we will crucify Mayfield. We will do to him what Ba’al and his family did to Orlando Cruze and the Whore. We will cut pounds of flesh from his body, and nothing…NO force on this planet will stop us until Orlando Cruze comes to this ring and announces his immediate resignation as President, followed by naming the Sinistry as his replacement as President of the IWC.
The crowd is clearly not enamored with Wilde’s demands, nor her methods of seeing them fulfilled.
Wilde: The Sinistry will reclaim control over this company, or Mayfield will suffer far-far worse than Karina Buehler. Either meet our demands Orlando, or Mayfield’s blood will be on your hands.
BACKSTAGE
Once again the viewers find Susie Moore lurking in a cluttered backstage corridor, mic in the hand of the interviewer.
Susie: Ladies and gentlemen, we all just heard that prudish meanie weenie in the ring claim that she injured a good friend of mine, ringside photographer, Karina Buehler. Well I’m standing by with the IWC’s New Head Trainer, and hopefully she can give us some confirmation on Karina’s condition. How’s about it, Yvonne?
The fans almost explode out of their seats at the sight of wrestling royalty, Yvonne Knight, standing just outside of her office. Instantly the crowd falls in love with the idea of the incomparable Yvonne, aka Ivy, assuming a role that was corrupted by ‘Surly’ Sam, a man all too eager to take a handout, especially if it came from the Sinistry.
Ivy: Well…
Ivy tries to talk but the cheers are so loud from the crowd that they drown out her voice.
Ivy: Let me start by getting the elephant out of the room. Seems the fans are a little surprised to see me here as the Head Trainer.
Susie: I’m more surprised there’s an elephant in your office and you haven’t invited me to come in and feed it peanuts.
Ivy: That’s a subject for another time hon. Anyway, Orlando wanted someone he could trust in this role since my predecessor was more than happy to take a few cash bribes to falsify medical records. So long story short, I agreed to take on this position to bring a bit more respect and morality to a staff that the Sinistry had totally corrupted. But enough about me….
Susie: Yes, let’s get back to that elephant. Does it have Dumbo ears that imbue it with flight capabilities?
Ivy: Actually, let’s talk about Karina.
Susie: Okay, we’ll get back to the elephant at the end of the interview.
Ivy: Fair enough. Although I’m not Karina’s physician, I have gotten hold of her medical documents, and apparently she suffered some pretty severe fractures in her wrist and forearm that required surgery to mend. Other than that, she’s fine.
Susie: Any prognosis on when we’ll see Karina again?
Ivy: I could not say with any degree of accuracy. Sorry hon. Any other questions?
Susie: Not now, I’ll get back to you about that elephant.
Ivy: Okay.
After rolling her eyes Ivy returns to her office, closing the door behind her back. Susie will have to wait to see any elephants, but she won’t have to wait to get another interview.
Gavin: Hey-hey Suuuusie Moore.
The backstage correspondent is instantly smitten, not with Gavin Taylor, but with the bright shiny title belt currently sitting on top of his shoulder. With the Evolution Title draped across his arm, Gavin steps into the figurative spotlight, trailed by his wife Madison Chase.
Susie: Oh my goodness, you’re more sparkly than Edward Cullen.
Gavin: I guess that’s your way of eluding to my newest trinket?
The Evolution Title is elevated from Gavin’s shoulder and stretched across his palms.
Susie: Yeppers.
Gavin: As much as I’d love to stand here jawing all night long about how amazing it feels to be standing here holding the belt I’ve been chasing for over a year, that’s not why I’m here at this moment, Susie.
Susie: It isn’t? Are you getting in line to see the elephant too? Did you bring peanuts?
Gavin: No, I didn’t….
Madison: Whoa-whoa-whoa, hold on. Did you just say elephant?
Susie: I did.
Gavin: Terrific, Susie, you have no idea what you just started. Before this goes any further though, I’ve got to get out what I came here to say. I take it you’re aware that the Sinistry’s stooges just took over the ring?
Susie: Uh-huh.
Gavin: And they’re effectively holding Marcus Mayfield ransom.
Susie: Uh-huh.
Gavin: And are demanding that Orlando Cruze give back total ownership of the company to the Sinistry.
Susie: Uh-huh.
Gavin: Are you listening to a single thing coming out of my mouth right now?
Susie: Uh-huh.
Gavin: Sure you are. Anyway, I’m not about to let this go any further. I won’t allow the Sinistry to return. So I’m going to find some like-minded individuals, and we’re going to head out to the ring to put an end to the Sinistry once and at long last.
Madison: Then we’re coming back for the elephant and we WILL bring peanuts.
Susie: Awesome.
Gavin: No, what’s awesome, is the fact that Gavin Taylor, the NEW Evolution Champion, is about o be the man who puts to an end the final remnants of the Sinistry. Let’s just get it trending right now. #GavinWrestlingSavior. Come on Maddie, let’s go get a posse together.
Susie: Yuck.
Gavin: I said POSSE.
Susie: Oh, well, who are you going to get to head out there with you?
Gavin: There’s a list literally a mile along of people who would jump at the chance to get rid of the Sinistry, but there’s one name in particular, sitting on the top of that list, that I’ll be calling on for help.
Susie: Who?
Gavin: Andre Jordan.
COMMERCIAL
BACKSTAGE
Mere seconds after Gavin Taylor declared that he would build an army to deal with the Sinistry threat looming within the ring, we return from commercial to discover him making good on his vow.
Gavin: So I can count on you guys?
Presently his head is stuck through the crack of a barely opened door SOMEWHERE backstage, talking to the unseen individuals gathered within the room beyond said door. Madison Chase stands behind her husband Gavin, shaking a bag of peanuts.
Gavin: I knew it was smart coming to you all first. I’ll see you out there.
As the conversation concludes Gavin pulls the door closed then turns to make his way to the ring. However, before he can get to the ring, he finds himself instead running into someone who he’s had even more troubles with than the Sinistry.
Tabitha: I never thought I’d say this….
A rather surprised Gavin finds himself approached by Tabitha Silverstone, agent to Gavin’s tag team partner, Andre Jordan, and a woman who is not on the best of terms with the current Evolution Champion.
Tabitha: But I fully endorse your stand against the Sinistry. Go out there and give them hell.
It takes a lot to get Gavin off his game, but at the moment he finds himself pretty darn frazzled to hear these words coming out of Tabitha’s mouth given his long and storied history with her.
Gavin: Why um, thank you.
Tabitha: Again, I never thought I’d say these words, but, thank YOU, Gavin.
For the first time in as long as Gavin can recall, he’s rendered speechless. Tabitha goes to pass him by at this point before Gavin’s tongue overcomes its paralysis.
Gavin: Tabby, I know you’re just as opposed to seeing the Sinistry return as I am. So maybe you can help me prevent their return.
Tabitha: Meaning?
Gavin: Give Andre a call. Get him to help me finish this.
Tabitha: Don’t you think I’ve TRIED to call Dre? He’s not answering my calls.
Gavin: Mine either.
Tabitha: You heard him at the End of the Year Special. He said that if he couldn’t beat Alana (Starr), his career didn’t have meaning. And I’m sure you read his tweets after that match. He’s finished, Gavin.
Gavin: I refuse to accept that. Andre is not a quitter. He didn’t give up on me even when I was being a total and complete bastard.
Tabitha: Being? As in past-tense?
Gavin: Valid point. I guess I can kinda still be a bit of a prick.
Tabitha: Kinda?
Gavin: Alright already. I’m a dick.
Madison: Hey babe, if you’re a dick, and you’re getting together with a Posse, doesn’t that….
Gavin: Don’t even finish that sentence. Like I was saying, Tabitha, Andre is not the type who walks away from anything, and I’ll prove it. When I go out there and I take on the last of the Sinistry, Andre will show up.
Tabitha: I wouldn’t count on it. He’s not even anywhere near the Manhattan Center.
Gavin: Knowing Andre the way I know him, I’m sure he was the first man on the roster to get to the building tonight, and in typical Andre fashion, he’ll be the last one to leave.
Tabitha: Gavin, you wouldn’t be saying that if you had seen the look in Dre’s eyes after he lost that X-Class Title match to Alana. He would barely even look at me backstage. He just walked to his locker-room, grabbed his gear and left without saying a word. You need to face it, when Andre posted on Twitter that he was done, he wasn’t exaggerating, He’s finished. So if you were counting on him coming out to help you against the Sinistry, you might want to rethink your strategy, starting by finding someone else to back you up.
After giving Gavin the most sound advice Tabitha has ever bestowed upon him, his ‘agent’ walks away from him for what might presume to be the final time. Gavin unleashes a sigh and Maddie stops fidgeting with the bag of peanuts long enough to see her husband’s distress.
Madison: You okay?
Gavin: I will be when I get to that ring and Andre shows up to have my back.
Madison: But what if he doesn’t? What if he really is gone?
Gavin: Then I guess….
Voice: You’ll have nothing to worry about sport.
Okay, Gavin and Tabitha talking cordially is shocking, but Gavin coming face to face with Shilo Valiant, that’s just plain mind boggling. The jester mask that customarily hides Shilo’s grin is pulled away, revealing the chilling smile that extends PAST his earlobes, almost reaching his temples.
Shilo: If you’re going to the ring to confront the Sinistry, then you will not be going alone.
Gavin: I ummmm take it your coming with me?
Shilo: Ya betcha.
Gavin: Not to sound ungrateful, but why would you help me take out the Sinistry?
Shilo: Take out? Ooooh no-no-no, I have absolutely zero intention of aiding you in destroying the Sinistry.
Gavin: Then why do you want to come out there with me?
Shilo: To return a piece of property to its rightful owner. I found this in the belongings of a certain Kordelia Price….
The Extraordinary Title that Jessica Wilde attempted to pawn off on Kordy to prevent an eventual clash with Shilo Valiant, is pulled into view. He holds the belt that he in no uncertain terms implied he was here in the IWC to take from Wilde.
Shilo: I do believe Mrs. Wilde misplaced it, and I’d like to see her reunited with it.
The screen suddenly bursts in pixilation….something disrupting the feed right in the midst of Shilo’s ‘conversation’ with Gavin.
VIDEO
The backstage pow wow is replaced by footage showing the boy and girl from the previous vignette seen at the conclusion of the End of the Year Special, only now the children are a bit older. The girl is in the back seat of a minivan, filled with various boxes and the like. Based on this, it’s concluded that the girl is leaving and the boy is depressed and sad. In the background of this heartbreaker of a scene is Three Days Grace’s “Scared”.
“So real these voices in my head,
When it comes back you won’t be,
Scared and lonely.
You won’t be scared, you won’t be,
You won’t be scared and lonely,
You won’t be scared, you won’t be lonely.”
The boy hands the girl a flower similar to the one he’d given once before. As the minivan drives away, the boy waves to his departing friend with tears in his eyes. The scene shifts to a graveyard, highly thick in a fog. In the distance stands a figure, unknown and mysterious. This person doesn’t move, save for their trenchcoat blowing lightly. They speak in an ominously deep voice.
“The light of justice shines so bright, Cartel. The righteous has reassumed her throne. Jubilation is the order, is it not? The loathsome Sinistry vanquished; Ba’al all but a memory. And yet, all the king’s horses and men cannot reassemble this roster again.”
The figure shifts about the graveyard like an ethereal. It, again, speaks.
“The kingdom is in anarchy. The vindicator is not what she claims. The sheep has donned wolf’s clothing and fooled the masses. Belief in all she claims causes inflation. The world is crumbling around you blind mice. Yet, you shan’t fret.”
The figure stops moving.
“The one shining light that Cartel has long needed is about to break through and cleanse the corruption. It has been a long time coming. A changing of the guard; a new sheriff in town. Come, Cartel, either follow your damned leader who gives no damns about you… Or follow a proven voice.”
The figure turns around, facing the camera. A huge gust of wind blows through, tossing the trenchcoat into the air, leaving nothing there. Nothing at all. The voice hasn’t, however.
“I’m coming back, Cartel. Soon.”
The scene crackles to snow and fades out completely.
IN RING
Wilde: We’ve given you long enough, Orlando….
The Sinistry’s followers continue to occupy the ring, subjecting Marcus Mayfield, Head IWC referee, to their merciless whims. He is now seated with his back to one of the turnbuckles with a boot to his throat, Hunter Locke holding him in place. A neck brace wearing William Mayne, a grin wearing ‘Surly’ Sam, a mask attired Executioner, and a microphone toting Susie Moore stand in the squared circle. They broadcast their support for the Sinistry, the group that was removed from power thanks to the efforts of Taylor Chase, and the man who officiated what may very well be the Sinistry leader’s final IWC match, Mayfield.
Wilde: We couldn’t have been any clearer with our demands. You either come out here, step down as President and reinstate the Sinistry, or Marcus Mayfield will be crucified. If you think I’m bluffing, just ask Katelyn Buehler if I’m a person who fulfills their promises? I told her I’d take out her sister, and that’s just what I did, and now you’ll never see the Whore in this ring again.
The crowd is growing tired of being reminded of Wilde’s participation in the hit and run performed on Karina Buehler, Katelyn’s sister.
Wilde: If I could do that to a woman just for annoying me, imagine what I and my friends will do to Mayfield for costing my Master his championship.
The commentators, Sparkles and Greyson, couldn’t keep silent on this disgusting visual in the ring any longer.
Sparkles: If the Sinistry devotees are going to crucify Mayfield can they at least keep their hands off of his face?
Greyson: He’ll be lucky to walk out of this with his face still attached, Sparkles.
Sparkles: If it is removed, I’m keeping it.
Wilde is growing impatient with Orlando’s lack of a response to her demands, which is not good considering Mayfield’s well-being hangs in the balance.
Wilde: It’s not wise to leave us waiting. We’re giving you to the count of five to come out here and….
Gavin: I guess Orlando didn’t make it obvious.
Eyes open as wide as mouths, the fans standing in recognition to Gavin Taylor’s arrival. He steps through the curtains with Madison standing behind him, holding her beau’s Evolution Title and bobbing her head to every single one of his words.
Gavin: He told Kloe earlier tonight that he was through answering the Sinistry’s ultimatums and that he wouldn’t be threatened. So he’s not coming out here and he’s damn sure not giving you what you’re asking for. Instead I’ll come down that ramp and I’ll give the Sinistry what they deserve.
Sleeves are rolled up as Gavin prepares to do some dirty work by taking out the trash. He’s about half way down the ramp where he’ll assume the role of Duke ‘The Dumpster’ Drosee, but before any gimmick infringement can transpire, Wilde’s words cut him off.
Wilde: So YOU are going to eliminate all of us?
Executioner, Hunter Locke, William Mayne and ‘Surly’ Sam step up behind Wilde, forming an impressive and formidable wall of opposition.
Susie: I don’t think so. See, it’s going to take the national-guard to get us out of this ring.
Gavin: Hmmm…
A finger raises to Gavin’s chin and taps it.
Gavin: Maybe you’ve got a point, Wilde, only problem is, I don’t have the national guard to support me. What I do have however, is a group a whole hell of a lot more dangerous.
The second Gavin finishes his sentence, the Pain and Pleasure theme song kicks in. Goosebumps are forming on the flesh of the fans as Danny Darko, Vanilla Skyy, Chris Davids and Mya Denton step out from the backstage area. It suddenly becomes obvious who Gavin was talking to a few moments ago behind the closed door, a group that to the pleasure of the fans, became quite the pain to the Sinistry throughout the latter portions of 2014. Wilde looks like she just shat an acorn when spotting the four individuals, trailed by Vanilla’s agent, Adam Chase, embarking towards the ring.
Greyson: The Sinistry’s goon squad just now realizing that they have made the biggest mistake in their lives.
Sparkles: Gavitron Taylor standing alongside Pain and Pleasure to take out the final remnants of this group.
Gavin briefly turns to his former agent Adam Chase, the two sneering in one another’s directions. They set aside their past differences for the pursuit of the greater good. Chris Davids winks from the stage in the quivering Wilde’s direction. If Wilde thought she was unsettled before, she’s going to be very shaken, in the physical sense, when Evolution Champion, Gavin, joined by Pain and Pleasure come bolting down the ramp, sliding in and going to war with the Sinistry.
Greyson: Here we go!
Sparkles: It’s on like Donkey Kong.
Hunter rushes right at Skyy only to have her dodge his attempted punch. He then swings around and finds his chin crushed by several right hands, knocking him back. Davids and Denton go at it with Executioner, their fists blasting the seven footer to both sides of his cheeks. Darko has hold of the neck collar around Mayne’s throat, using it to drag him along head first right into the turnbuckle. Gavin meanwhile is slamming his knuckles across Wilde’s forehead repeatedly. She eventually gets a boot up and into Gavin’s ribs, knocking him back into the ropes. The second he hits the cables Gavin finds himself on the receiving end of a clothesline attempt by Wilde. But Gavin drops to his back, grabs the top rope, pulls it down and low bridges Wilde, sending her flying over the cables and collapsing to the outside mats.
Just as it seems that the Sinistry are being overwhelmed by these forces, out rushes some reinforcements. In spite of the beatings they received earlier tonight, Stuart Wright, Alex Ingelson and Patrick Fitzpatrick come staggering down the ramp with steel chairs in their hands.
Greyson: Here comes the rest of the corrupted.
Before any of the Pain & Pleasure members realize what’s happening, their backs are being cracked with steel chairs. Gavin then finds himself on the receiving end of a mafia kick by Hunter, knocking the Evolution Champion to the canvas, The former Head of SIN security, Hunter, is keeping true to form, reaching into his pocket and removing a plastic zip tie.
Greyson: Oh no….not this…
Sparkles: Hunter pulling out that zip tie we saw him use to bind the wrists of so many of the Sinistry’s enemies.
The zip tie is about to trap Gavin’s arms behind his back while Pain & Pleasure are being nailed repeatedly with chair shots and foot stomps from the Sinistry’s corrupted. Wilde stands up at ringside, beaming with pride.
Greyson: Just when it looks like we have cause for celebration here in the IWC, it looks like the Sinistry has achieved its goal.
No traces remain of Wilde’s pride when the lights dim in the Manhattan Center. The only light cast comes from the Cartel-tron, which flashes with images of a wolf’s face. When that animal dissolves, it is replaced on the screen by the letter…
”N”
The letter is replaced with a shot of a Jester mask set against a plain black background. It fades into another letter.
”E”
The letter transforms back into the wolf’s face with darkness surrounding it. This visual is replaced by a third letter.
”C”
Back to the jester mask, proceeded by a fourth letter.
”R”
Finally there is a clip of the wolf, and then one final letter.
”O”
Put all the letters together and what do they form?
”N-E-C-R-O”
The crowd is unanimously going nuts as this word consumes the big screen, and now a figure stands just under the Cartel-tron. A jester mask briefly covers the face of Shilo Valiant, who is also holding the Extraordinary Title. He pulls the mask away and reveals the haunting grin manifested upon his face. If Wilde shat an acorn at the sight of Pain & Pleasure, now she’s crapping an entire tree.
Greyson: SHILO VALIANT!!
Sparkles: If Sparkles wasn’t so constipated after years of cheese overindulgence, I’d probably be dropping a load right now.
Greyson: I can’t get over this, Shilo of SCW fame, the man who made his IWC debut at the End of the Year Special, he’s here again and he’s got Wilde’s Extraordinary Title in his hands, the very belt he apparently came here to claim.
Shilo takes one step towards the ring before Wilde is off and running. An amused Shilo gives pursuit, never breaking stride or breaking his smile as he and Wilde make a few laps around the ring and eventually up the ramp. Wilde looks terrified as she glances over her shoulder at Gavin nipping at her heels.
Greyson: Shilo pursuing Wilde right to the back. She looks absolutely terrified of this SCW icon.
Sparkles: Wilde running faster than Sparkles does when he spots a block of cheddar cheese.
The curtains close behind the backs of Wilde and Shilo as they disappear into the backstage area, but the curtain has not closed on the issues between those still fighting in the ring. Wright steps towards Skyy with a chair held above his head, swing it down at his kneeling prey. But Skyy suddenly GRABS the chair, blocking it from smacking her face. She then pushes it back, causing the chair to end up directly in front of Wright’s face just in time for Darko to deliver a Darkolater into it. The chair is corkscrew kicked into Wright’s face, knocking him almost out of his boots.
Darko took out Wright, but didn’t realize that Executioner was sneaking up on him. He turns Darko around goozels his throat and prepares to chokeslam him. He heaves Darko into the air before Mya grabs Mayne by the back of the head and charges the top of the former commentator’s head right into Executioner’s crotch. Darko then slips out of the goozle, lands on his feet then hits ANOTHER Darkolater, this time to the side of Executioner’s face.
Ingelson and Fitzpatrick drop their guard for only a second, turning away from Chris Davids, who they had kneeling on the canvas, so that they can watch the plight that just befell Executioner. When they turn back around to their original target, Davids comes charging in and nails them with simultaneous spears. Both men go flipping over backwards to a riveting response from the crowd.
Greyson: Pain & Pleasure is turning the tide back in their favor.
Sparkles: Could this really be the end of the Sinistry’s forces?
’Surly’ Sam gets out of the ring and to the apron once he sees the momentum shifting. Hunter doesn’t go anywhere though, still fidgeting with the zip tie, still trying to wrap it around Gavin’s wrists. Just then Gavin rolls to his back though and lifts his feet into the air, wedging them to Hunter’s chest. Hunter is kicked back and sent spiraling right into the White Out. Skyy nails the bicycle kick directly to the face of her target.
Pain & Pleasure now begin to gather up the Sinistry’s corrupted and throw them to the outside of the ring. A stunned ‘Surly’ Sam watches from the apron, shaking his head in disbelief over the dissection of his compatriots. But perhaps he should have been scowling a little further away from the ring. Because he’s still within range to take a beating of his own.
Gavin suddenly launches a shoulder through the ropes and into the ribs of the Head Trainer. The very man who weeks ago falsified Gavin’s medical records now finds himself doubled over, his head extending through the ropes. Gavin takes him around the neck, pulls him into the ring so that Sam’s ankles are draped across the middle cable and then falls into the Cubic Zirconium Cutter.
Sparkles: That had to be a cathartic experience for Gavin, dropping ‘Surly’ Sam right on his head.
Upon his landing Sam’s neck bends at a very awkward angle. And Gavin’s back is about to be bent awkwardly as well. A recovered Executioner steps in behind Gavin with the steel chair elevated above his head, about to bring it down over Gavin’s spine. Just then Mayfield, the Sinistry’s original target who had been recovering in the corner this whole time, grabs the chair out of Executioner’s hands. He then bends the seven footer backwards and hits him with the Spin Cycle. The rolling cutter plants Executioner’s face across the canvas and Mayfield is left sitting and fuming on the canvas.
Greyson: They’ve done it, Pain & Pleasure, Gavin Taylor, Marcus Mayfield, they’ve taken down the Sinistry tonight.
Sparkles: And Marcus, THAT FACE, got in on the fun.
A well-deserved ovation is given to Mayfield, given to Gavin, given to Pain & Pleasure, given to the IWC. At the moment the members of Pain & Pleasure are dragging Hunter, Ingelson, Wright, Fitzpatrick, Mayne and Sam up the ramp and towards the backstage area, taking them God only knows where.
Eventually the ring is cleared of all but one man. Gavin strides across the ring, grabs one of the chairs that were brought into it is then set up in the middle of the ring. Gavin plants himself in that chair and makes himself comfortable. He lifts the Evolution Title in one palm, and a microphone in the other.
Gavin: No more….
The words are spoken with conviction.
Gavin: No more power hungry sociopaths. No more ass kissing brainwashed zealots. No more falsified medical records. No more corrupt referees. No more zip ties. No more SINISTRY!
A standing ovation is given to this impassioned decree.
Gavin: And no more waiting for Gavin Taylor to call himself….CHAMPION!
The Evolution Title rises high above Gavin’s skull, somehow eliciting an even louder response from the fans.
Gavin: A year ago I made no bones about it, I said I WOULD become the Evolution Champion. It might have taken me a little longer that I had hoped, but I fulfilled that promise. And it might have taken a smidge longer that we anticipated to get rid of the Sinistry, but my sister-in-law made good on that promise as well. Taylor Chase took out the Sinistry, and reclaimed the title, meaning our little family is forming quite the dynasty here in the iWC. With me holding the Evolution Title, Taylor holding the World Title, and our brother from another mother, William Mason laying claim to the Pure Title, our family has established quite the trifecta. But this dynasty, it never could have happened, it never would have happened, none of it would have been possible if there wasn’t one man working either in front of the camera or behind it to support us. Through every step, through every struggle, through every battle, Andre Jordan was right there. At the risk of coming off as cheesy….
Sparkles: YES!
Greyson: Not literally, Sparkles.
Sparkles: Damn.
Gavin: Andre was a constant source of inspiration. Even when the company was collapsing all around him, and falling into rot and ruin, he remained devoted, he kept a stiff upper lip. His dedication to this company never waivered, even when everyone else’s did. Months ago, he couldn’t have made it any clearer, he was Mr. IWC, he was IWC through and through! That attitude was infectious. It’s the reason I came out here tonight to put an end to the Sinistry. If it hadn’t been for Andre, I wouldn’t have had the inclination or the motivation to rally the troops behind this assault. So given Andre’s unshakeable conviction, and his unwavering dedication to this federation I find it a little hard to believe that he could just walk away. I know times have been tough for him, he lost everything in his pursuit of conquering Alana Starr. A goal he ultimately failed to achieve. But hope isn’t lost, and I know in the back of Andre’s head he’s got to realize that. So Andre, I’m asking you to please come out and join me. I know-I know, I made this request at the End of the Year Special, but I must have caught you after you had already left the building. Just come out Andre, PLEASE come to the ring…..None of this would have happened without you brother. You deserve to join in this moment. It’s just as much YOUR moment as it is mine. Come on Dre…..come on….
Gavin, along with the rest of the world, stare up the ramp yearning to see the former Evolution Champion, the highly respected Andre Jordan. After going silent on screen, and over Twitter, the anticipation for even a glimpse of Andre has built to a fevered pitch. But what they get, is silence.
Sparkles: Oh no…..oh God….
Greyson: What Sparkles?
Sparkles: Andre must be invisible.
Greyson: Actually, I think it’s more realistic that he isn’t showing up.
Sparkles: Oh. It be cooler if he were invisible though. Just imagine how many women’s locker-rooms he could get into.
Gavin stoops in his chair as it finally dawns on him that Andre is NOT coming.
Gavin: I’m not giving up on you, Andre.
BACKSTAGE
Panic is stretched across the face of Jessica Wilde, who repeatedly glances over her shoulder as she rushes down the corridor, keeping an eye out for Shilo Valiant. She is horrified for a very good reason, given Shilo’s skills with psychological warfare. A few more of Shilo’s games have been put on display this evening when he showed up holding the Extraordinary Title that Wilde handed to Kordy in an attempt to avoid having to face Shilo. But there seems to be no avoiding it now, no matter how fast Wilde runs, and how far she gets away from the ring.
Paul: Ahem….
So much time was spent looking over her shoulder that Wilde failed to keep eyes on where she was going. She almost crashes right into a man who hasn’t been seen in quite some time. A man no one anticipated seeing here tonight, or well, ever again. “The Genius” Paul Garrett, manager to the departed Aerik Walker, occupies the corridor that Wilde was navigating her way through.
Wilde: My God, you just scared the life out of me.
Paul: Heh, my apologies dear.
Wilde: Uuuhhh, is there something you wanted?
Naturally Wilde isn’t in the mood to waste time with idle banter, she needs to get out of the building as fast as possible.
Paul: Yes, actually. I have some news for you, news that you might enjoy hearing….
Wilde: Okay?
Paul: After the unexpected passing of my client, Aerik Walker, it took some time and some effort to recover on the psychological and professional front. But all of my geekazoids will be overjoyed to hear that my agency is regaining its former strength. I have clients down in Cartel Nxt Gen, and I have another client ready to make her debut by defeating the Queen of the Ring Champion.
Wilde: And how does this affect me?
Paul: Well before she debuts, my client wanted me to inform you that she is quite taken by your attempts to ruin the life of Katelyn Buehler. On a personal front, I don’t condone your actions, but my client seems to be a fan of your work.
Wilde: She is? Well, it’s always nice to have a fan.
Paul: I wouldn’t go as far as to claim she’s a fan, but she does enjoy hearing how you’ve made the Buehler family suffer. The only thing she’s going to enjoy more….
Wilde: What’s that?
Pail: Beginning her winning streak, starting with Jessica Lasiewicz. Do keep your eyes glued to the screen after the commercial….ooooh who am I kidding? Nobody is going to be able to look away when Mary-Allison Chainz returns to the sport of wrestling and builds a true legacy.
Wilde: I hope she has a blast. But if you’ll excuse me, I’ve really got to be running.
The Genius moves out of Wilde’s path, extends his arm and gestures for her to take her leave. The still worried Wilde takes off down the corridor, still nervously watching her back. Yet again she should have been watching her front. She steps around a corner and loses her balance upon finding Shilo Valiant standing there, waiting for her. She trips over her own feet and collapses to her back, looking up wide eyed into the intimidating grin on Shilo’s face.
Shilo: Hello my sweet…
Wilde tries to talk, but her tongue, much like the rest of her body, is paralyzed.
Shilo: Why look at you. You’re so pale and clammy? Are you afraid of me? You shouldn’t be. Because I’m not here to hurt you, I’m here to reward you.
The Extraordinary Title is pulled out from behind Shilo’s back and extended towards Wilde.
Shilo: I found your title belt. Somehow after the End of the Year Special, it ended up in Kordy’s possession. I do wonder how that could have happened.
Obviously Shilo knows that Wilde pawned off the Extraordinary Title on Kordy in an effort to avoid facing him, who has made it apparent, in no uncertain terms, that his goal is take the belt from Wilde.
Shilo: Make sure to keep a better eye on MY title. I wouldn’t want you to misplace it before I’ve had the opportunity to fully take possession of it.
Shilo walks away and leaves a trembling Wilde seated on the floor with the belt that she is desperate to get rid of now once again strewn across her lap.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
PaulBACKSTAGE
With blue tooth in ear ‘The Genius’ Paul Garret truges confidently along, filling the backstage area with his confident tone. All the while he fidgets with a rubix cube that he just started working on for God only knows why.
Paul: All the pieces are coming together. Chainz debuts next, and Aerik’s boys will be make a huge impact in Cartel Nxt Gen. The geekazoids will be markin’ out….
Luckily another sound drowns out Paul’s obnoxiously arrogant words. The screams of William Mayne and ‘Surly’ Sam trump all other noises in the corridor.
’Surly’ Sam: Where are you taking us?
Mayne: Rape! RAAAAAPE!
Paul pauses, his brows furrow, and his head tilts as he examines the horrified expressions of Mayne, Sam, Ingelson, Wright, Fitzpatrick and Hunter Locke. The entire Sinistry contingent that were attacked in the ring are now pulled through this large hallway and towards an oversized dumpster. Who’s doing the pulling? The members of Pain & Pleasure. Adam Chase shouts some encouraging words at his client, Vanilla Skyy, as she and her husband Danny Darko lead Mayne and Sam along. Hunter Locke and the SIN referees are dragged down the corridor by Chris Davids and Mya Denton. Eventually they reach the dumpster and slide back the side panel. A horrified Mayne is the first tossed into the dumpster by Skyy.
Darko follows that up by flinging Sam into the garbage.
Mya gets in on the fun, taking the back of Hunter’s head, leading him towards the dumpster and eventually throwing him in as well.
Chris Davids double fists, holding the backs of Alex Ingelson’s and Patrick Fitzpatrick’s heads, leading them along towards the dumpster and filling it with the bodies of the former SIN referees.
Stuart Wright tries to crawl away but his ankles are snatched by Davids and Denton.
Wright: No-no….NOOOO!
He breaks his finger nails against the pavement as he tries to hold onto the floor. There is nothing to wrap his hands around though and prevent being dragged towards the dumpster.
Chris: Don’t worry Stuart, we wouldn’t dream of neglecting you.
Mya: Join your buddies.
Now it’s both of Wright’s wrists that are clutched as he is thrown through the side opening of the dumpster and introduced to the piles of garbage and piles of bodies within. The door is slid shut and Darko is grabbing one of Hunter Lock’s zip tie, wrapping it around the handle of the door and the side of the dumpster. He bars that door from opening, trapping the Sinistry’s corrupted inside of it.
Chris: Now what do we do with them?
Mya: I was wondering the same thing myself.
Darko: Skyy and I will let you guys figure that out. We’ve got some other business to get to at the moment.
Mya: What business?
Darko: Just trust us.
Before Davids and Denton can further interrogate the pair, Skyy and Darko are walking off, Chase following behind. It seems Davids and Denton have been left with quite the conundrum as they examine the dumpster that has the Sinistry’s faithful followers trapped inside. Just then Davids’ eyes veer towards a forklift several feet away.
Davids: I’ve got an idea.
Mya: No good can come of this.
The two approach the forklift with Denton TRYING to pick over her Pain & Pleasure teammate’s mind regarding his plans for the Sinistry. As this pair steps out of view, focus draws back towards Paul Garrett, who was watching this whole scene unfold with the rubix cube still in his hands. In the span of the time it took Pain & Pleasure to dump the Sinistry, Garrett has already solved the rubix cube. He tosses it over his shoulder and crosses his arms.
Paul: Chainz is going to be right at home here.
JESSICA LASIEWICZ VS. MARY-ALLISON CHAINZ
The musical tracks provided by Zoe Girl are playing through the speakers and the fans are instantly on their feet in recognition of the Queen of the Ring Champion’s arrival. Jessica Lasiewicz makes her way through the curtains boasting the very belt that she fought through so many obstacles to claim at the End of the Year Special. The Queen of the Ring Championship wrapped around Lasiewicz’s waist stands out amongst the cloud of fog that surrounds her. Greyson and Sparkles are overheard hyping Lasiewicz’s arrival and her first match as champion.
Greyson: Now that we’ve got that downer over and done with in the ring, let’s transition to something a bit more UPBEAT. The new Queen of the Ring Champion Jessica Lasiewicz heading into her first match since winning the title.
Sparkles: She might not have wanted the title, but damned if it doesn’t look good on her.
Greyson: Sparkles, control yourself.
Sparkles: Where would the fun be in that? Is Lasiewicz legal?
Greyson: Has that ever stopped you before?
Sparkles: Valid point.
Greyson: For God sakes you posted a pic of yourself on Twitter in bed with a dog.
Sparkles: Jealous?
Greyson: Anyway, there is no rest for the weary. Lasiewicz just a few weeks after winning the Queen of the Ring Title will face off against a rather enigmatic new talent brought to us by ‘The Genius’ Paul Garrett.
Sparkles: And Garrett IS a genius. He helped Sparkles do his algebra homework.
Greyson: Uhhh, yeah, sure he did Sparkles.
Before this non-title match can get underway, Lasiewicz is requesting a microphone. It becomes transparent that she intends to use this device to address the crowd and give them her thoughts on capturing the Queen of the Ring Title just a few weeks ago. Her mouth opens, but it’s not her voice that comes through the PA system, unless it’s dropped a few octaves.
Paul: That’s right my Paulasites, it’s time for the greatest moment of your lives.
Lasiewicz’s chilling and almost soulless eyes shift to the entry way and lock on the man who just cut her off. “The Genius” Paul Garrett makes his way through the curtains and onto the stage, microphone in palm.
Paul: We kick off 2015 in the most epic fashion imaginable. The best way to start the new year, is with the commencement of the CHAIN REACTION. Ladies and gentlemen, ‘The Genius’ Paul Garrett proudly brings to you, the newest member of the IWC roster, and the soon to be Queen of the Ring Champion, Mary-Allison Chainz!
Paul’s voice is finally cut off by the sounds of ‘Shoot to Thrill’ by AC/DC blaring through the loud speakers. The music is a precursor to the arrival of Mary-Allison Chainz, who steps through the curtains and to the stage. She stands there staring down the ramp straight at the ring where she will make her debut, and at the woman who stands between Chainz and the start of her chain reaction. Lasiewicz is not intimidated by the stare she’s receiving, if she were, then the Queen of the Ring title wouldn’t be around Lasiewicz’s waist.
Sparkles: Lovejoy, I’m frightened.
Greyson: Of what? Wait, are you actually afraid of the debuting Mary-Allison Chainz?
Sparkles: Aren’t you? Just look at her. If she gave you a sideways glance you’re testicles would shrivel up.
Greyson: She definitely does have an intense look about her, and judging by her twitter comments over the past few weeks, she has a brash attitude to go along with that intense demeanor.
Sparkles: She frightens Sparkles’ penis.
Greyson: Seeing as you actually don’t have one, that’s rather surprising. Let’s see if Chainz can continue to surprise us by besting the Queen of the Ring Champion in her debut match.
Lasiewicz carefully watches Chainz make her way down the ramp, with her agent Paul right behind her. He only stops shadowing Chainz when she slides into the ring, rises to a knee and stares penetratingly at Lasiewicz. The Queen of the Ring title is being handed to referee Blacker, who then calls for the bell to get this contest underway.
Almost immediately Chainz leaps across the ring and dives straight at Lasiewicz’s leg. But Lasiewicz manages to barely side step Chainz, avoiding falling victim to her lunge. Lasiewicz then turns to eye Chainz, who remains kneeling on the canvas. Now Chainz slithers hand over hand across the ring, slipping across her knees and giving Lasiewicz the type of stare a snake reserves for its next meal.
Chainz inches to her feet with hands on knees and lips being licked. In spite of all the twisted mannerisms displayed by her opponent Lasiewicz remains unconcerned, even as Chainz leaps at her leg and this time catches it. Lasiewicz hops up and down on one foot, Chainz holding her other leg tight and forcing her backwards into the ropes. Referee Blacker steps in and starts a five count before being forced to physically step between Lasiewicz and Chainz when it becomes clear that Chainz isn’t breaking her clasp on the leg.
At last Chainz lifts her open palms into the air and backs away from Lasiewicz with a sneer on her face. Just as the referee steps out of the way, Chainz moves in with a knife edge chop aimed at Lasiewicz’s chest. But the Queen of the Ring Champion ducks down out of the way and now it’s Chainz who ends up with her back to the ropes. Her jaw is on the receiving end of a few right hands from Lasiewicz.
Greyson: Wow, this match getting physical and fast.
Sparkles: Sparkles wouldn’t mind getting physical with either of these ladies.
Lasiewicz continues to swing rights and lefts across Mary’s jaw, hitting her with punches from every angle. The referee finally intervenes, demanding that Lasiewicz stop throwing the closed fists. Lasiewicz finally backs away from her opponent with palms open and elevated at her sides. Just then Chainz rushes out of the ropes and slips in behind Lasiewicz. Chainz catches her around the waist and drops back into an incredibly stiff German suplex.
The Champion is spiked right on the back of her neck with Chainz bridging into the pin.
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Lasiewicz manages to get her shoulder up, she and Chainz rolling to their sides with the rear waist lock still applied. Instead of going for another German, Chainz breaks the waist-lock, places her hands to Lasiewicz’s back and shoves her forward into the ropes. Lasiewicz bounces chest first off of the ropes and staggers back into Chainz’s arms.
Chainz hooks Lasiewicz’s arm into a half nelson before dropping back into a bridging suplex. Again Lasiewicz is driven into the canvas right across the back of her head. This time Chainz doesn’t go for the pin, instead she flips over backwards, right over her opponent’s back. She pulls Lasiewicz back to her feet and wedges her hands to the champion’s spine, shoving her off into the cables. Lasiewicz bounces sternum first off the cables and comes rushing back into the waiting arms of Chainz, who hooks the shoulder and the leg. She then snaps back into the bridging Regal Suplex. This time she does maintain the bridge and the pin on the Queen of the Ring Champion.
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A pain stricken Lasiewicz manages to roll her shoulder from the canvas.
Greyson: I guess we can call that last sequence of moves a ‘chain reaction.’
Sparkles: Ohhhhh-hahahahahaha- ahahahahahaha.
Greyson: Enough with the insincere laughter, Sparkles.
Sparkles: AAAAH-HAHAHAHAHA!
Greyson: ENOUGH!
Sparkles: HAAAAA- HAAAAA- HAAAA!
The bridge is broken and Chainz may be about to break a lot more. She pulls Lasiewicz along to her feet, wedges hands to her spine and shoves her off into the cables. This time instead of bouncing off them Lasiewicz springs off of them. She leaps into the air, lands on the middle cable and then flies back, landing on top of Chainz’s shoulders in an electric chair drop position.
Just before Lasiewicz can bust out an inverted hurricarana, Chainz reaches up, wedges her hands to the back of her opponent’s thighs and throws Lasiewicz into the air. Chainz steps back and causes Lasiewicz to come down right into Chainz’s waiting arms. Chainz locks her in a rear waist lock and then prepares to snap back into the German. She hoists Lasiewicz into the air but Lasiewicz reaches back, wraps her legs around Chainz’s wait and falls forward. She puts her palms to the canvas then pushes herself up into the air. She reaches back, wraps her arm around Chainz’s neck and goes for a wheelbarrow face-buster. Chainz isn’t about to let that happen, wedging her hands to Lasiewicz’s back and shoving her off of the wheelbarrow towards the ropes. Lasiewicz lands on the middle cable, springs off and flies back, landing on top of Chainz’s shoulders in an electric chair drop position. She then falls back and flips Chainz over into the reverse hurricarana.
The top of Chainz’s skull is spiked directly into the canvas. She then flips over to her knees, looking more than a little frazzled by that last blow. In spite of that collision with the canvas, Chainz is working her way up to her feet only to be removed from them when Lasiewicz springs off the middle cable then twists into a springboard European Uppercut. Her arm crushes Chainz’s chin, taking her to the canvas.
Chainz reels from these springboard maneuvers, rolling over to her back with Lasiewicz charging into the cables at her side and, you guessed it, going for ANOTHER springboard maneuver. She leaps to the middle cable and flips back off the ropes, flying right towards Chainz and connecting right with NOTHING.
At the last second Chainz rolls out of the way of an attempted lionsault, forcing Lasiewicz to alter her move literally on the fly. She comes down on her feet instead of into a moonsault. She then charges right at Chainz, not letting her opponent get very far. Chainz stands up just in time to catch the inbound Lasiewicz, hooking the inside of her thighs and throwing the champion through the air. Lasiewicz flies over Chainz’s head and into the ropes, she lands feet first on the middle cable, springs off and twists around into a DROPKICK from her opponent right to the chest.
Lasiewicz is swatted out of the air and down to the canvas, grabbing at her sternum and grimacing from the pain that consumes her body. All the while Chainz is kneeling beside her, wearing a sickeningly gratified expression on her face.
That smile is about to widen as Chainz steps in behind the laid out Lasiewicz, only to find herself stunned when the champion rolls back and extends her legs, wrapping them around Chainz’s waist. Lasiewicz pushes herself up into a wheel barrow then reaches back and goes to hook her arm around Chainz’s neck for the bulldog. But Chainz suddenly stoops down and pushes Lasiewicz up from the wheelbarrow and onto Chainz’s shoulders. She has Lasiewicz in an electric chair drop position but then shoves Lasiewicz over and catches her on the way down into a reverse waist lock before snapping back into a German suplex.
Greyson: I don’t think Jessica can take very many more moves like that on the back of her neck….
Sparkles: Agre….hehehehe-hahahaha…’chain reaction’….HAHAHAHA!
Greyson: Knock it off already…it wasn’t even that clever.
Sparkles: MAAAAH-HAAAA!
The move that Chainz was going for earlier has finally connected, dropping Lasiewicz so painfully across the back of her shoulders and now holding her there. Blacker slips into position and slaps the canvas.
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The Queen will not be defeated, throwing her shoulder from the canvas mere seconds before she could be bested.
Greyson: Mary-Allison Chainz continuing to impress the holy hell outta me in this match.
Sparkles: She’s giving Lasiewicz…..hahahaha…CHAIN REACTION….MYAHAHAHAHA!
Greyson: Are you going to be going on like this all night?
Sparkles: AAAAH-HA-HA-HA!
Lasiewicz may keep kicking out, but Chainz keeps intensifying the pressure. She swoops in behind Lasiewicz, sits her on the canvas, wedges a knee to her lower back and then grabs her arms, pulling them back. The Queen of the Ring Champion remains seated with her arms pulled almost out of their sockets and her back suffering serious strain as a result of the knee dug deep into her kidneys.
Chainz has her opponent grounded, but Lasiewicz is not one who can be kept down for very long. Her incredible resilience is put on display as she forces her way up to her feet. Chainz pulls her knee away from her opponent’s spine but keeps tugging on the arms of the Champion, almost dislocating them from their shoulders. Nevertheless Lasiewicz gets to her feet only to be removed from them when Chainz uses the arms of the champion to pull her up into a vertibreaker position. Chainz is just about to drop Lasiewicz on the back of her head but the Champion avoids a broken neck, She flips over and lands on her feet behind Chainz then lunges into the air, landing on Chainz’s shoulders. Lasiewicz is going for ANOTHER inverted hurricarana but Chainz blocks it by throwing her opponent up into the air. Lasiewicz ends up coming down in front of Chainz, who looks to catch her and then drop back into the German. But on the way down Lasiewicz reaches back, wraps her legs around Chainz’ waist and then falls into a wheelbarrow. Lasiewicz puts her palms to the canvas, pushes herself back up and then reaches out, hooks an arm around Chainz’s neck and drops into the wheelbarrow bulldog.
Greyson: That move Lasiewicz has been going for repeatedly in this match finally delivered, Lasiewicz DRIVING Chainz into that canvas with the wheelbarrow bulldog.
The collision with the canvas has Chainz shaken up but not staying down. She rolls along into the ropes, employing them to reach her feet when Lasiewicz steps towards the cables in front of her staggered opponent. Lasiewicz slides through the cables and onto the apron, taking the top rope and waiting for Chainz to fully reach her feet. Once upright Chainz finds herself on the receiving end of a head scissors. Lasiewicz leaps over the top rope, twists her body and comes down with both shins landing on Chainz’s shoulders. She is about to hit the Our Lady Sorrow, that crazy twisting piledriver variant, however Chainz provides a surprising counter. She puts her hands to Lasiewicz’s knees, pushing on them and sending the champion flipping forward over the top rope. Surprisingly Lasiewicz lands on the apron, turning towards Chainz and then diving through the cables to hit her opponent with a spear to the ribs. Chainz side steps that spear though, catching Lasiewicz around the neck. She forces Lasiewicz into the ring and then spins her around into the swinging neck breaker.
Chainz is about to drop Lasiewicz right on the back of her neck only to have Laisewicz spin her way out of the predicament. She turns to face Chainz’s back, wedges her hands to her spine and shoves Chainz forward into the ropes. Chainz bounces off the cables and comes back into a back drop by Lasiewicaz. The Queen of the Ring Champion stoops forward to catch Chainz with the back drop only to have her opponent turn her back to Lasiewicz, falling spine to spine with her opponent. Lasiewicz stands up, flipping Chainz over and onto her feet. She stands behind Lasiewicz, and charges in to latch onto Lasiewicz only to be caught around the neck. Lasiewicz is going for a diamond cutter, just about to leave her feet and deliver the move before Chainz supplies a surprising counter. Just before Lasiewicz can hit the cutter, Chainz grabs her around the neck and places her in a dragon sleeper.
Chainz then pulls Lasiewicz around and into the swinging neck breaker. She drops Lasiewicz across the back of her head but never breaks the clasp on Lasiewicz’s head. Chainz rolls back and pulls her opponent along with her. She pulls Lasiewicz up to her feet and hits a SECOND swinging neck breaker. Even after planting Lasiewicz on her skull yet again, Chainz is not satisfied. She keeps hold of Lasiewicz’s neck and rolls over backwards, pulling the Queen of the Ring Champion to her feet then delivering a third swinging neckbreaker.
The Chain Breaker successfully connects on Lasiewcz, but will it successfully put her down for the three count?
Greyson: That series of swinging neck-breakers, also known as the Chain Breaker, taking Lasiewicz apart.
Although Chainz COULD go for the pinfall, she just sits there on the canvas, wearing a mask of indifference. Her eyes cut towards Paul at ringside, who is informing his client to finish this.
Not only will Chainz do that, but do it with gusto.
She drags Lasiewicz along to her feet and then drags her head under her seat, perhaps setting up for the piledriver. She lifts Lasieiwcz into the air and now seems to be going for a double underhook driver only to have Lasiewicz shift her weight and come back down to her. Lasiewicz swings her body free from the arms of her crafty opponent, then turns back to face Chainz before ultimately leaping into the air and hitting the Code Breaker. Chainz’s face bounces off of the knees and she stands straight up, arms swinging to her sides in a dire attempt to remain upright. Lasiewicz then rolls back to her feet, rushes at Chainz, leaps into the air and goes for a SECOND code breaker. But Chainz has a counter for that, reaching out and catching the creases of Lasiewicz’s knees, refusing to let her drop back into the code breaker. She then pushes Lasiewicz off, sending her flying back and turning her spine to Chainz.
The malicious Chainz rushes in to take advantage of Lasiewicz’s turned back, but Lasiewicz knew what was coming. She reaches back and catches Chainz, going for the diamond cutter a second time. But Chainz counters the same way she did a moment ago, pulling her head out from the cutter predicament and putting Laisewicz’s head in a dragon sleeper. She then twists Lasiewicz around into position for the swinging neck-breaker. It seems the Chain Breaker is about to be delivered once again.
Chainz spins through, but Lasiewicz spins out of the predicament. She then turns to face Chainz, leaps into the air and goes for the cutter a third time only to have her move blocked again. Chainz pushes Lasiewicz off and towards the cables. The momentum causes Lasiewicz to flip forward into a head stand, the back of her legs hitting the top rope. They ricochet off and she flips back, landing on her feet then leaping into the air and catching Chainz with a diamond cutter.
Greyson: Headstand springboard into a diamond cutter!
Sparkles: Wow-weeeeeee.
The crowd gives a big pop to that last move which has Chainz in the worst condition she’s been in throughout this entire match. The ever resilient Lasiewicz looks to capitalize on all her hard-work and determination. She rolls along into the turnbuckle, scales to the top rope and prepares to connect with the very same move that won her the Queen of the Ring Championship. The 630 is about to be delivered on a prone and barely moving Chainz. Lasiewicz gets her footing and is about to take to the air before catching a glimpse of something from the corner of her eye.
Former Queen of the Ring Champion Tina Valentine is making her way to the stage, and she doesn’t come alone. Prii Foote is stood right beside the Duchess.
Greyson: This can’t be good for Lasiewicz. The former Queen of the Ring Champion, the woman that she beat for the title, Tina Valentine is making her way down the ramp.
Sparkles: And Tina from the Block has made it pretty damn clear that her Ghetto booty wants that Queen of the Ring Title back.
Greyson: And Tina’s not coming out here alone either, she’s got Prii Foote with her, fellow GOOD Movement member.
Sparkles: Is the GOOD Movement still a thing? Sparkles is confused.
Greyson: Sparkles, you’re confused when someone asks you how to spell your name.
Sparkles: It’s all the letter ‘Z’s’ in there that throws Sparkles off.
Lasiewicz’s dark and foreboding gaze hones in upon Tina, who at the present moment is making a title belt gesture across her waist. Tina is making it clear, that in no uncertain terms, that she wants her championship back. Lasiewicz tries not to be distracted by Valentine and Foote, but that’s easier said than done, especially when both ladies are stationed right outside of the ring. However, Chainz MAKES Lasiewicz focus on the match. She rushes across the ring, steps up the turnbuckle to the top rope and then prepares to flip Lasiewicz out of the corner. While Chainz flies off the top rope, Lasiewicz does not. The Queen of the Ring Champion sends her opponent flying off the corner and ultimately crashing into the canvas so far down below. Lasiewicz immediately takes to the air and hits the 630.
Greyson: There it is, Sparkles, the move that made Jessica Lasiewicz the second Queen of the Ring Champion in IWC history.
Sparkles: And it’s the very move that is about to put down Mary-Allison Chainz in her debut
Or at least it would be if Lasiewicz were able to go for the pin. She crawls towards Chainz with an arm extending to drape across Lasiewicz’s chest. However that arm never makes the cover, and instead goes swinging towards Tina.
The Duchess has leaped to the apron from the ringside mats, on the verge of entering the ring, That is until Tina spots Lasiewicz coming towards her. Tina immediately drops to the mats and backs up the ramp with Prii stood right along beside her. The two have their palms defensively raised into the air, begging off as Lasiewicz rolls under the ropes to the ringside area. She threateningly approaches both ladies until they back to the mid-way point of the ramp. Lasiewicz finally returns her focus to the ring where Chainz is desperately trying to get up from the canvas. Lasiewicz goes after her adversary, leaping to the apron and then taking the top rope, seconds from springing up onto it. She lunges into the air, but before she can get her feet on the top rope, she finds both of those boots grabbed. Tina and Prii rush down the ramp and catch Lasiewicz by her feet just as she goes airborne. They pull on the legs and drag Lasiewicz hands off the top rope. Smiles graces the faces of both GOOD Movement members until they realize that their attack didn’t pan out quite as they had expected. Instead of sending Lasieiwcz crashing to the mats, she lands on them feet first.
Tina and Prii charge in to remove her from her feet but Lasiewicz leaps into the air and leaps right over both of her assailants. She then lands on the apron behind them and in front of Chainz in the middle of the ring. Lasiewicz quickly springs to the top rope then takes to the air, going springboard.
She tucks her head and lunges into a senton. The back of her head hits Chainz’s chest, but Chainz does not go down. Instead she catches Lasiewicz, hooks her arms and drops into the Chain Reaction. A double underhook driver drills Lasiewicz’s head into the canvas, paralyzing her whole body.
Greyson: HOOOLY MOTHER!
Sparkles: Lassie dumped on her cute little cranium.
A battered Chainz crawls towards Lasiewicz and seems to be on the cusp of pinning her. She is right about to put away the Queen of the Ring Champion before a smirk forms on her face, one that is mirrored by the watching Prii and Tina at ringside. Chainz suddenly forces Lasiewicz up to her feet and takes her by the back of the head, rushing her at the ropes and in what could be a symbolic act, throwing her over the top rope.
Greyson: What’s Chainz doing?
Sparkles: Maybe she thinks this is the Last Stand Rumble.
The second Lasiewicz collapses across the ground, Tina and Prii are on top of her, stomping at her already wounded body. The referee shouts at them from the ring, then turns towards Chainz, verbally condemning her. Just then Chainz grabs the ref by the back of the head then charges them at the cables, throwing them over the top rope in ANOTHER symbolic move. The ref collapses to the mats and at this point it appears that this contest has been completely called off.
Greyson: This Mary-Allision Chainz, she’s….
Sparkles: Nuttier than a jar of Jiff?
Greyson: You just took the words right out of my mouth. She looked like she had the win, but instead she threw Lasiewicz AND the ref over the ropes, feeding Lasiewicz to Tina and Prii at ringside.
After delivering a few more stomps across Lasiewicz’s body, her attackers finally break away from the beatdown. A smiling Prii and Tina make their way up the ramp, gloating over their actions.
Once again Tina is pantomiming a title belt across her waist and pointing at the Queen of the Ring Champion downed on the mats.
Greyson: Tina Valentine and Prii Foote seemingly sending a message to Jessica Lasiewicz. Tina wants that title back.
Sparkles: She was the first Queen of the Ring Champion EVAH, and she lost it in no small part thanks to the interference of Kordy in her triple threat title match at the End of the Year Special.
The confident Tina makes her way up the ramp while Prii takes one last look back at the squared circle, sneering at Lasiewicz. She and the Duchess are making their way up the ramp, backs turned to the ring and to their target. HUGE mistake. Lasiewicz recovers from the assault, stands up, grabs her Queen of the Ring Title and rushes straight up the ramp. Tina has no idea what’s coming her way until her shoulder is grabbed, her body is spun and a forearm comes crashing into her cheek. Lasiewicz gets some sweet vindication as she delivers blows on Tina and now Prii, swatting both ladies back.
Greyson: Lasiewicz looking for some payback on both these ladies.
Sparkles: She is probably so sick of Valentine interfering in her business at this point.
Greyson: The issue between both of these ladies has been on-going for over six months.
Punches and chops are delivered by a woman who’s patience has been sorely tested by the GOOD Movement. This onslaught caught Prii and Tina so unaware that they are unable to muster much of a defense. All they can do is get their arms up to protect their heads as Lasiewicz fights them to the backstage area.
Once Prii, Tina and Lasiewicz are gone, it’s Mary-Allison Chainz’s time to take center stage. Although she’s aggravated by the physical toll her match against Lasiewicz took on her body, Chainz is still standing and putting a microphone to use. Paul Garrett stands on the apron behind her, watching with a disapproving sneer on his face as Chainz prepares to make a statement.
Greyson: The match might be over, but Chainz is not through. She’s got a mic and it looks like she’s no longer content with letting ‘The Genius’ do all the talking for her.
Sparkles: This is gonna be off the CHAINZ….hahahahaha-aaaah-HAAAA-HAAA-HAA!
Greyson: Don’t even get that started again Sparkles.
The intense Chainz raises a microphone to her downturned lips as she prepares to deliver some particularly chilling comments.
Chainz: 2015…..this is the year…the year that the chain reaction begins….
The powerful tones of Chainz’s voice compels the crowd to listen, demanding their utmost focus. Just as Paul Garrett speculated earlier tonight, NO ONE can turn their focus away from Chainz.
Chainz: For a long time I’ve been bound, and kept from reaching my potential. No more, 2015 WILL be different, 2015 will be when Mary-Allison Chainz reaches that potential. I’m no longer allowing obstacles to get in my way. It’s time I do WHATEVER it takes to achieve what has been denied to me. I will employ any tactic, I will cut short any career, all on my way to establishing a reign of dominance here in the IWC. It started tonight, and it will continue at the 2015 Last Stand Rumble.
The nearest camera pulls into a close up on Allison’s face. Her tone deepens to add impact to her statement.
Chainz: I am announcing here and now that the chain reaction will continue at Last Stand, and that chain leads from the Rumble to Invictus, where I will challenge for the World Championship. Many will try to stop me, many will enter the Rumble and try their absolute best to crush my aspirations. But chains, they aren’t so easily broken. And whomever tries to toss me over that top rope, will learn that. Already their lining up, already people are making their claims on social media that they’ll be capable of stopping me, but I’m not about to let that happen. No one is standing between me and gold any longer. I’m referring to people like Katelyn Buehler, who seems to be implying that she will also be in the Rumble this year. She’s made a lot of bold promises on Twitter, but there’s the big difference between she and I. While she makes promises, I make statements, and I don’t do it over Twitter, I do it in this ring. That’s exactly what will happen in the Rumble. Katelyn will not break the next link in the chain. I’ll win the Rumble, and I’ll win at Invictus to become the World Champion….
Wilde: Ummm, excuse me, Mrs. Chainz, but you don’t have to wait till Invictus to be a champion.
A prolonged and pronounced sigh emanates from the crowd at the sight of Jessica Wilde. The fans could have died happily having never seen her again, but for the second time tonight they are forced to watch Wilde on her way to the ring. Much like Tina Valentine a few moments ago, Wilde does not come alone. Strewn over her forearm is the Extraordinary Title.
Wilde: I heard that you and I have a lot in common, Mrs. Chainz, in the sense that neither one of us are very big fans of the Whore, Katelyn Buehler.
The ropes separate so that Wilde can slip through them, she enters the ring and continues to dangle the Extraordinary Championship from her palm.
Wilde: I also heard that we’re both prepared to do anything, ANYTHING to keep the Whore from achieving her aspirations. I will not allow her to infect the minds of the impressionable with her vile and pernicious ways. I’m glad to hear someone else is just as determined to keep the Whore from succeeding and will go to any lengths possible to tear her down. You and I, we seem to be kindred spirits.
Chainz looks Wilde up and down, trying to get a good read on her.
Chainz: (Cynical) Yeah, sure we are.
Wilde: Since we have so much in common, such as fortitude, honor and determination, I know I can trust you to proudly represent this championship….
The Extraordinary Title is held aloft by Wilde before it extends towards Chainz.
Wilde: I think anyone who sticks by their convictions and says what needs to be said to those contemptible and grotesque harlots, needs to be rewarded. So, considering that we’ve built quite a mutual appreciation for one another’s talents and mind-sets, I want to offer you an olive branch, a token of our blossoming friendship. Here you go.
The Extraordinary Title is all but forced on Chainz, who looks down at the belt and then up into Wilde’s desperate expression.
Chainz: With all due respect, when I become champion, it’ll be when I pry the belt out of the hands of a broken champion.
Wilde: There’s no need for all that effort, just take the belt. You know you want it.
Wilde looks oh so longingly into the stubbornly resistant face of Chainz.
Greyson: Oh God, this is just sad. Wilde is trying her best to get Mary-Allison to take that Extraordinary Title, because Wilde does NOT want to face Shilo Valiant, who has made it clear that he’s here to beat Wilde for that belt.
Sparkles: Now she’s trying to pawn the gold off on Chainz, so that she’ll be the one on the receiving end of a Shilo beatin’.
Wilde: Go ahead, just reach out, take it. No strings attached.
Chainz: I don’t think so.
Wilde: Take it.
Chainz: No.
Wilde: TAKE IT!
Chainz: NO!
Wilde: TAKE IT!!
Finally Chainz just gives up on Wilde, turning towards Paul and gesturing for the two to take their leave.
Chainz: Let’s go Paul.
Paul: After you.
The pair vacates the ring, leaving a desperate Wilde lingering behind. Her eyes frantically dart around her surroundings, looking for someone, anyone who is willing to take the Extraordinary Title.
Wilde: Alright Chainz, you had your chance. Now I’m giving this opportunity to someone with the guts to hold the Extraordinary Title. Come on….who’s it going to be? Huh-huh? Who wants to be the Extraordinary Champion? All you have to do is come out and accept the title, nothing else….that’s all…
N-E-C-R-O
These letters flash across the Cartel-tron and terror flashes across Wilde’s face. The bags under her eyes are instantly more pronounced and her lips are shaking at the vision of Shilo Valiant making his way to the stage. Someone has answered her request to take the Extraordinary Title, but it’s the very man she was hoping to avoid by handing the belt off to someone else.
Greyson: There’s no avoiding him, Wilde.
Sparkles: That’s right, just like constipation after excessive cheese digestion. It’s unavoidable.
The crowd is going bonkers, yes, BONKERS, at the sight of Shilo once again appearing within the confines of the Manhattan Center. This time he doesn’t even have to take a step from the stage towards the ring to get Wilde high tailing it from the squared circle. A horrified Wilde offers one final comment to Shilo before tucking tail and trying to avoid his wrath.
Wilde: You’re making a big mistake messing with me, Shilo. Just ask Katelyn what happens to those who mess with….
Wilde was already half way out of the ring and half way finished with her sentence, her head stuck through the ropes before her cheek is crushed by the KTFO. If the crowd was going bonkers for Shilo, now they’re going clusterfuck crazy at the sight of Katelyn Buehler.
Sparkles: It’s my Twitter STALKER!
Greyson: Katelyn Buehler! Katelyn Buehler! She’s here! She just jumped out of the crowd!
Sparkles: And she crushed Wilde’s face like Sparkles crushes beer cans with my butt-cheeks
The last name on Wilde’s lips belonged to the woman who just leaped out of the crowd, where she was waiting for this perfect opportunity to knock Wilde right on her ass. The Extraordinary Title flies out of Wilde’s hands and her body collapses to the canvas, lights out. Katelyn climbs up onto the apron listening to the reaction from a crowd that is in in serious need of oxygen tanks, their positively hyperventilating at this point. Katelyn is not hyperventilating, she’s hyper-violent. Her eyes tell the story of a woman who has been pushed past the point of too far. Now she’ll push Wilde, not figuratively, but literally to Wilde’s breaking point. She slides into the ring, drops beside Wilde and begins to pummel her with both forearms over the upper back repeatedly and viciously. There is no pause between each forearm that is swung and that crushes Wilde’s body.
Greyson: You might not have wanted to brag about being the one who ran Katelyn’s sister off the road, Wilde.
Katelyn pulls more than a drive by, her beating on Wilde is sustained and increasingly vicious. She forces Wilde up to her feet, charges her at the ropes and throws her over the top rope and to the outside of the ring. A shaken up Wilde is surprisingly getting to her feet on the outside mats and looks to make her escape by fleeing up the ramp. She doesn’t walk backstage, she walks right into a superkick to the jaw delivered by Shilo. His presence will not go overlooked, especially by Wilde, who collapses flat on her back. Shilo then picks up the Extraordinary Title that was dropped at ringside, examines it and finally drops it across Wilde’s gut. A smiling Shilo backs up the ramp after giving the crowd and then Katelyn a bow.
Sparkles: Shilo, the man who makes Michael Jackson look dark by comparison, just superkicked the shit right out of Wilde.
Greyson: I have to admit it has been so incredibly satisfying to see the Sinistry get their comeuppance tonight.
Even having a title dropped across her waist fails to elicit any type of response from Wilde, who just lays on the mats incommunicado after taking the superkick. She doesn’t even hear Katelyn’s words, spoken from the ring at this very moment. With microphone in hand Katelyn further hypes the already psyched crowd.
Katelyn: I keep hearing bitches drop my name around here. So you know what, I think it’s time I stepped back in this ring and started dropping said bitches.
With microphone in hand Katelyn rolls out of the ring and approaches the first of many bitches that are to be dropped. She grabs a handful of Wilde’s hair, forces her to her knees then drags her up the ramp towards the stage. Finally Wilde and Buehler reach their destination.
Katelyn: You drove my sister off the road and into a ditch? Maybe this will help you appreciate what you did to her.
Katelyn points with the microphone towards the edge of the stage, signaling that she’s about to throw Wilde off of it.
Sparkles: Ooooh snap, this is what Casper did to Wilde almost a year ago when this whole rivalry between these baby cakes started.
Greyson: We’re about to have a little bit of dejavu then, because Wilde is about to take another trip off the stage.
With a handful of Wilde’s hair in hand Katelyn charges towards the edge of the ramp and is seconds from exacting revenge. All of Wilde’s past crimes committed Katelyn are about to be answered for. Or at least they would be if Katelyn the executioner weren’t replaced by an ACTUAL Executioner. The seven foot Executioner, Wilde’s masked protector, staggers through the curtains and grabs Wilde by the wrist, yanking her out of Katelyn’s clutches. At the last second Executioner recovered from the beating he took from Gavin Taylor and Pain & Pleasure, showing up just in time to spare Wilde further harm. He pulls Wilde into his massive arms, forming a protective cocoon around her and whisking her to the backstage area.
Greyson: But Executioner manages to show up in the nick of time to save Wilde.
Sparkles: That damned seven foot gimp, go back to raping Ving Rhames in a Pawn Shop basement ya dick.
Executioner and Wilde avoid Katelyn’s wrath, but they cannot avoid the sound of her voice. She lifts the microphone to her intense expression, one that has the crowd so drawn in and captivated.
Katelyn: So many have tried to keep me away from the IWC. Kloe Masters suspended me, Jessica Wilde threatened my family, and Silas Mason destroyed my world, but all the blackmail, all the threats, all the losses will NOT keep me from returning. I will compete again in the IWC, and it will happen at Last Stand, when I enter the Rumble….Oh, and you better believe I am going to WIN IT! YAAAAAH!
Short, sweet, to the point. No more needs to be said. The microphone sails to the stage and Katelyn’s intimidating eyes look out over the teeming thousands.
Greyson: Allison-Mary Chainz, Katelyn Buehler, two entrants already in the 2015 Last Stand Rumble, this is already shaping up to be one of the biggest matches in the history of this federation.
Sparkles: And one of the only matches Sparkles will watch without thinking about cheese.
BACKSTAGE
As par for the course, chaos consumes every area of the Manhattan Center during a telecast of Riot. The sounds of quite a bit of commotion can be heard backstage, cameras racing to find Tina Valentine and Prii Foote staggering through the corridor. Both ladies are on the receiving end of an assault at the hands of a vengeful Queen of the Ring Champion, Jessica Lasiewicz.
Lasiewicz: You should have left well enough alone ladies!
Tina and Prii try to cover up from this assault at the hands of a highly peeved Lasiewicz. It’s clear that Lasiewicz has more than had her fill with Tina, hence why she puts so much strength behind every punch that connects across Tina’s jaw. Finally Tina stumbles into a table while Prii is staggered into a wall by a devastating roundhouse kick to the cheek by Lasiewicz. The Queen of the Ring Champion then turns towards Tina and prepares to attack only to find her assault halted when a devastating forearm cracks Lasiewicz right in the back of her skull, not delivered by Prii, not delivered by Tina, but delivered by Victoria Salinas?
Yes….
…THAT Victoria Salinas.
The woman of GCW fame not only hits Lasiewicz with the forearm but then grabs Lasiwivcz by the back of the head, rushes her towards the wall and slams her skull off of it. Lasiewicz twists to the ground, the Queen of the Ring Title falling off of her shoulder to the concrete. The belt is quickly picked up though, finding its way into Victoria’s hands. She stares down Lasiewicz, who is griping her skull and aching from a traumatizing migraine.
Victoria: Is Daddy’s lil girl going to survive?
Victoria makes a duck face…okay, it’s ACTUALLY a pouty face, but in this day of social media, who knows the difference. Her expression changes however, when handing the Queen of the Ring Title back to its first holder. Tina takes the championship from Victoria’s hands and then holds the gold over Lasiewicz’s face.
Tina: Surprised?
Tina reaches out and pats Victoria on her shoulder, referring to her surprising assault on the totally unsuspecting Lasiewicz.
Tina: You shouldn’t be. Because by now, Lasie, you need to realize that the Duchess is willing to go to ANY lengths to regain the Championship. And my friends, my truly GOOD friends, they’re going to help me do that.
The Queen of the Ring Title is thrown back down on Lasiewicz’s waist. Tina, Victoria and Prii back away from the true holder of the most prestigious title in all of woman’s wrestling, leaving the champion lying on the ground and feeling like she was a piñata on Cinco De Mayo.
Tina: Come on ladies, it’s time for the SLAYING to begin.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
Katelyn Buehler is in rare and fighting form as she takes her rage from the ringside area to the backstage corridors. After making a HUGE splash upon her first Riot appearance in several months, Katelyn is understandably still in a fired up state, even if her surroundings are a bit more docile, or at least they are for the time being. Who knows how much longer they’ll stay that way given the dangerously unpredictable nature of Buehler.
Mya: So the rumors are true then….
Katelyn pauses and turns her head to stare around a stack of crates that Mya Denton is currently leaning against. Her elbow is wedged to the boxes and a cunning grin is affixed to her face.
Mya: You really are back?
Katelyn: Like anything was going to keep me away?
The Pain & Pleasure member, Mya, steps forth and boldly puts a hand on the incredibly tense shoulder of Katelyn.
Mya: Believe me when I say this, I, and the rest of Pain & Pleasure, were thrilled to see you come back at the End of the Year Special.
Katelyn: Why’s that? I’m not exactly the most liked person on the roster.
Mya: Because having you back, makes things very interesting.
Katelyn: Does it?
Mya: Your return caused a lot of people, like Kloe and the Sinistry, PAIN, which meant a lot of PLEASURE for my friends and I.
Katelyn: Where ARE your friends?
Mya: Well, Darko and Vee had some business to attend to, and Chris, he’s taken out the final remnants of the Sinistry. He drove off with them trapped in a dumpster. It was hysterical.
Katelyn: And where did he take them?
Mya: He really wouldn’t tell me. He just kept saying they were being taken some place they could be examined by top men….TOP….MEN.
Katelyn: Did he really say it all slow and dramatic like that?
Mya: Verbatim.
Katelyn: Well hopefully we never see or hear from them again.
Mya: Indeed.
Katelyn is off and walking, no longer interested in further banter with the highly unorthodox Mya. The Pain & Pleasure member watches Katelyn leave, Mya wearing a smile the whole time. But she probably wouldn’t be smiling if she knew what was standing in the shadows behind her. Mordecai, the huge monster who put Mya’s head through a windshield several weeks ago, is standing behind her and watching her every move.
Mya: I wonder what Chris meant by…TOP MEN?
BACKSTAGE
As the Indiana Jones theme music plays in the background we cue to Chris Davids behind the wheel of a forklift. He is navigating through the narrow passageway of what looks to be a giant storage facility. There are endless rows upon rows upon rows of crates shelved as high as the eye can see. One can look all the way into the distance and STILL see crates, making this the perfect place for Chris to deposit the dumpster he is presently transporting by way of the forklift. The Sinistry followers who are trapped inside of this large dumpster presumably struggle to get free, but there is no avail. Chris is determined to bury them deep deep away. He drives far into the distance, his forklift lost amongst the dozens of other forklifts transporting boxes that will also be shelved never to be opened again.
IN RING
Tina: THE REVOLUTION HAS JUST BEGUN!
The fans are just now getting over the fact that Chris Davids all but Raiders of the Lost Arked the Sinistry’s supporters, before their brought down from an extreme emotional high, to whole new levels of dread. Tina Valentine is responsible for this plunge into despair. She, Prii Foote, and to the shock of everyone, Victoria Salinas, are presently making their way down the ramp. All the while Tina clutches hold of a microphone, one she is presently putting to use in order to antagonize the fans.
Tina: Am I a liar? Am I full of shit? No and nope, I’m not….So when I said that 2015 was going to be my year, there ain’t no doubting it, especially now that our revolution is underway.
Tina is the first into the ring, but she won’t be the last, Victoria and Prii are presently slipping through the ropes as well. They agree with everything Tina is saying, bobbing their heads in the background.
Tina: Look at how 2015 has already gotten started? I got the backing of my girl, Prii, and now my best friend, you know and love her as Victoria Salinas yall, is in the hizzy. And the three of us, we’re starting an upheaval. We’re here to put a stop to traditions, and to the same ole’ shit going down with the same ole’ people flinging it. We’re going to SLAY the status quo, we’re going to SLAY the system, we’re going to SLAY anything that is holding us back. This is a revolution yall, one that is going to make sure 2015 goes a whole helluvalot smoother than the way 2014 ended.
The thought of the manner in which 2014 concluded leaves a truly sour taste in Tina’s mouth.
Tina: 2014 was awful yall. I mean, yeah, I was Queen of the Ring Champion through a lot of it, but look at the way my reign came to an end? On the same night the GOOD Movement ended. I thought my reign was something special, and I thought my alliance with Ethan Von Aaron and Alana Starr was JUST as special. But Prii and I, we were just as wrong to team up with Ethan and Alana, as we were to think this company valued it’s champions. I mean, shit, not only did Alana go all dark side and dark eyed by joining with Aiken Frost, but, fuck, this company hasn’t even given me a rematch for my title. It’s a shit sandwich, and neither Prii or I are going to eat it.
Prii: That’s why, regardless of rather the GOOD Movement technically still exists without it’s backbone Alana, Tina and I don’t want a damned thing to do with it. It’s too much drama, it’s too much bullshit that neither of us want to get ourselves caught up in the middle of. So we’re done with it, done with it, done with it, done with it. In the words of Tina, it’s time to KILL THAT NOISE.
Tina: Damn right it is. We ain’t dealin’ no more with Ethan, with Alana, or with this company keepin’ us down. That’s why Victoria is here….That’s right, Victoria Salinas. GCW superstar and my main home girl.
Victoria does a little curtsy to the disgust of absolutely everyone.
Tina: She, Prii and I, we’re going to bring anyone who wants to keep the old ways alive, down to their fucking knees. Because this is a new day, and change is here.
Prii: But before we can get on with the new, we have to take care of some old.
Tina: That’s right-that’s right, because I got some business to finish with a certain third person talkin’ bitch. KORDY! Your ass cost me the Queen of the Ring Title, and your ass is going to be handed to you as a result right now. We don’t care if yer job is now to be Scott Cannon’s bodyguard, which is funny, cause you’re the one who is going to need some protection. Get out here and face me, Kordy, face me for what you cost me at the End of the Year Special. Let’s start 2015 off by finishing what we left unresolved in 2014. Come on, get out here….
Ember: So let’s get this straight…
Tina, Victoria and Prii narrow their eyes on the stage in confusion and for very good reason. It’s not Kordy who shows up on the stage….hell no…that would be logical…instead its Ember Young, the very woman who was blindsided by Tina at the End of the Year Special. Much like Tina, Ember brings back up, joined by Samantha Raine and Crissy Garner. The trio stare down the ramp at this ‘revolution.’
Ember: You think your issue is with Kordy? That SHE’S the one you need to be worried about? Nope. Don’t think so honey, your number one concern needs to be me, the bitch you attacked at the End of the Year Special.
Tina: Who in the Sam hell are you?
A smile consumes Ember’s face while Raine and Garner shake their heads, instantly taking pity on Tina.
Tina: You know what, forget it, I don’t know you, and I don’t WANT to know you.
Ember: Ain’t that a shame? Cause you and I, we’re about to get very up close and very personal….Because Sam, Crissy and I, we’re starting a revolution too. But our revolution is not against the ‘system,’ it’s against a bunch of ghetto bootied bimbos.
Here they come.
Ember, Raine and Garner are bolting straight for the ring where Prii, Tina and Victoria are crouched in anticipation of a fight.
Greyson: This issue is about to get red hot.
Sparkles: Just like Sparkles’ anus the morning after eating jalapeno cheese.
Greyson: Ember Young and her friends taking exception to Tina’s attack at the End of the Year Special. It was right before Ember’s participation in the Noel Invitational, when Ember was on her way down the ramp that Tina assaulted her from behind.
Sparkles: All cause Tina the Terror wanted to win the Noel Invitational and become Number One Contenderess to the Queen of the Ring Title.
Greyson: Of course Kordy cost Tina that match as well.
Raine, Garner and Ember slide through the ropes and are instantly going at it with Victoria, Prii and Tina. All six ladies are brawling it out to a piercing cry from the crowd. Ember and Tina are picking up right where they left off at the End of the Year Special, trading blows with one another. At the same time Victoria is unloading with chops on Raine, only to have Raine respond with forearms across Victoria’s jaw. Prii and Garner go back and forth, back and forth, back and forth with open hand palm strikes.
Greyson: This is crazy.
Sparkles: Like Amanda Bynes levels of crazy.
This war only continues to escalate between all six ladies in the ring to a rousing ovation from the crowd.
Greyson: All six of these amazing athletes going at it, and this is just like what we’ll see at the Last Stand Rumble, when the ring is filled with so many bodies….
Sparkles: Delicious bodies…
Greyson: Each trying to eliminate one another.
Ember and Tina stand dead center of the ring and continue to unleash vicious blows across one another’s faces. The only thing that takes their focus off of one another is the bolt of lightning shooting down from the rafters and striking the turnbuckles. A plume of fire shoots from all four turnbuckles. Tina and Ember drop their defenses out of surprise, the duo spinning in circles and finding themselves absolutely shocked when the smoke on one of the corners clears and Jessica Lasiewicz materializes standing on top of it.
Greyson: It’s the Queen of the Ring Champion! She’s recovered from that attack by Tina, and this Revolution Tina is forming, backstage.
Sparkles: That explosion just caused Sparkles to pass stool.
Greyson: That’s not stool, that’s my cufflink.
Neither Tina nor Ember have time to react to Lasiewicz’s shocking arrival before the Queen of the Ring Champion is taking to the air. She flies off the top rope and crashes right into Tina with the crossbody. Tina and Lasiewicz go down and find themselves rolling around on the canvas exchanging punches to a shrill uproar from the excited fans.
Sparkles: Lasiewicz getting herself some of Valentine, yo.
Valentine and Lasiewicz roll across the canvas constantly changing positions, ending up on top of one another and raining down blows for only a second before their roles are reversed. Eventually they manage to break away from another, Valentine standing up in the middle of the right with Ember rushing at her from across the ring, through being a bystander and onlooker. Lasiewicz is not about to allow Valentine to get away, charging at her from behind and throwing a lariat. Valentine turns in the nick of time though and ducks, causing Lasiewicz’s clothesline to miss Valentine and instead connect with Ember’s throat.
Sparkles: Oh poopers!
Greyson: Lasiewicz went for the clothesline on Valentine but missed and got all of Ember Young as a result.
Lasiewicz stares down rather unsympathetic to Ember and unconcerned with that botched clothesline. Valentine employs this time to wisely roll out of the ring and call out to her associates. Victoria and Prii break away from Raine and Garner, rolling out of the ring and convening with Valentine at ringside. The three now back up the ramp shouting at the ring and threatening all the ladies inside.
Prii: Nothing is going to stop the revolution.
Tina: Anyone who tries to stop it will be SLAYED.
Lasiewicz leans over the top rope and shouts from the ring at the departing trio. Meanwhile, behind her back Raine and Garner and stepping to Ember’s side, helping her sit up. All three ladies now glare at Lasiewicz with the most threatening of stares.
Lasiewicz remains indifferent to the stares she’s receiving from the three ladies, but one person who does seem overly concerned with their condition is the individual popping up at ringside. Kellen Jeffries, the Man God, jumps up to the apron, getting the attention of Ember, Crissy and ESPECIALLY Samantha. He slides through the ropes and although Ember was the one injured by the unintentional clothesline Kellen is asking Samantha if SHE’S okay. Raine gives Kellen, a man known for his highly sexualized mentality, quite the look….and NOT a good look.
Greyson: Why is Kellen Jeffries out here now? And why the hell is he checking on Raine? She wasn’t the one caught with Lasiewicsz’s clothesline.
Sparkles: Maybe once, long ago Sparkles might have wanted some insight into Kellen’s mind, but not anymore, I am no longer a fan of his after the way he blew it against Aaron Harrison at the End of the Year Special.
Greyson: Jesus Christ, let it go already!
Kellen looks LEGITIMATELY concerned regarding Raine and her well-being, but respectfully keeps his distance from her.
RINGSIDE
A shocked Greyson Lovejoy, and an equally as stunned Sparkles, though to be fair Sparkles ALWAYS looks stunned, become the focal point of the camera. The pair sits behind the announce table continuing to preside over all the excitement and insanity that has run amok throughout the course of the night.
Greyson: What can we say, Sparkles, about the way 2015 has begun?
Sparkles: It’s been nipples on the bat-suit cra-cra, Lovejoy.
Greyson: I couldn’t have put it any better myself. We just saw more chaos in the ring due to this ‘revolution’ being started by Tina Valentine, Prii Foote and the SHOCKING debut of Victoria Salinas, but it’s going to be a thousand times more chaotic in just a few minutes Sparkles, because look what’s coming down towards the ring.
Eyes adjust, everyone looking up at the object that is inching its way down. A massive steel cage nears the squared circle, moments from surrounding it and trapping Taylor Chase-Cruze and Kloe Masters inside.
Greyson: This is it Sparkles, Steel Cage match finally bout to happen. Kloe Masters has tried to weasel her way out of this all night long, but there’s no stopping it now.
Sparkles: Taylor Chase-Cruze, Kloe Masters, Steel Cage….
Greyson: In arguably one of the most anticipated main events we’ve ever had on Riot. World Champion versus the woman who stabbed her in the back. It’s all coming up next.
Cameras remain focused upon the Steel Cage that continues to descend upon the squared circle, where it will serve as the confines for perhaps one of the most intense rivalries in the history of the federation.
COMMERCIAL
BACKSTAGE
Sadly upon returning from commercial we do not instantly revert back to the Steel Cage. Instead cameras transition to the back where the massive arms of the equally as massive Mordecai presently find themselves wrapped around the throat of a barely conscious Mya. He sits down on the small of her back while she is strewn across her stomach on the floor, finding her neck trapped in the powerful grip of this daunting behemoth. She struggles to pry the arms away from her throat, her esophagus on the cusp of being crushed. The only force keeping Mordecai from breaking that neck are the words of Vanilla Skyy and Danny Darko. The two stand in front of Mordecai, crouching slightly to talk to the crazed giant.
Darko: You don’t have to do this, Mordecai.
Skyy: It doesn’t have to be this way anymore.
Darko: The Sinistry is gone…they’re FINISHED. You don’t answer to them anymore.
Skyy: You don’t have to hurt Mya, let her go.
The intimidating goliath looks reluctant to trust Darko or Skyy. His nearly crazed eyes cut back and forth between their faces, studying them. At the same time his brow winces, suffering a horrible migraine, hearing not only Darko’s voice, but another inside of his head that is repeating the same instructions over and over again.
Darko: Just ease up Mordecai, just let her go….
The tension Mordecai was placing on Mya’s neck begins to weaken. Slowly but surely he is letting her out of his clutches.
Skyy: That’s it, just let her go.
It seems Mordecai is about to let Mya go, but then Darko makes the crucial error or touching Mordecai’s forearm. Instantly Mordecai tightens his grasp on Mya’s throat and stands up, backing towards a wall. He lifts Mya off of her feet, causing her to dangle from his thick forearms, her feet kicking through the air.
Skyy: I said PUT HER DOWN!
Darko: Take a second and listen to me big man. You don’t have to hurt Mya, not when there are so many out there who deserve to feel some PAIN.
Mordecai’s head tilts, listening.
Darko: You get PLEASURE from PAIN, right? Well, who knows more about Pain & Pleasure, than Vee, Mya and I. See, Mya can help you, Mordecai, WE can help you. Just trust us.
The sincerity in Darko’s tone compels Mordecai to do the truly unthinkable. He lowers Mya to her feet and lets her go. Skyy immediately grabs Mya by the wrist, pulling her away from Mordecai, who just stands there, seething. Eventually Mordecai slips his hands into his hair, palming his temples and trying to fight off the voice that is screaming at him from within his brain. He slides down the wall and takes a seat on the floor, rocking back and forth. Darko kneels down at the monster’s side.
Darko: Let Pain & Pleasure be the voice inside of your head, Mordecai. Let us guide those destructive hands of yours.
Mordecai pulls his palms away from his temples and stares into them, visualizing the blood that should be smeared across them. One of those hands slowly extends and Darko takes it.
Darko: Come with us, let’s talk.
Mordecai allows Darko to lead him to his feet while Mya and Skyy watch on in the background, the pair looking very perplexed by this unorthodox ‘friendship.’
IN RING
Now the audience does see the Steel Cage in all of its imposing glory surrounding the squared circle. The steel mesh that is seconds away from being used to shred the flesh of both Taylor Chase-Cruze and Kloe Masters. The steel mesh that will be unforgiving, uncomprimising, and provide not a shred of compassion to either of the athletes moments from stepping inside of it.
Greyson: The moment is here Sparkles.
Sparkles: Time for Sparkles to lactate milk from my nipples?
Greyson: Noooo. It’s time for the Steel Cage.
Sparkles: Oh, that’s just as cool.
Greyson: Kloe Masters, the woman who stabbed the IWC in the back when she betrayed her ex husband Orlando Cruze and his wife Taylor Chase, by joining the Sinistry will be forced to step into a cage with Taylor and answer for all that she’s done.
Sparkles: For weeks Kloe hid her identity under a hood and repeatedly attacked Taylor’s best friend, Kelcey Wallace with a steel chair, and to throw off suspicion, Kloe even made it look like she had been assaulted by that same hoodie sporting mofo.
Greyson: Of course we always found Kloe AFTER the attack. We never actually saw her assaulted by that person in the hood, who we later found out was Kloe all along. She then blackmailed Orlando into selling her his shares of the IWC, and if it wasn’t for Taylor defeating Ba’al at the End of the Year Special, in a match where control of the IWC was on the line, Kloe and the Sinistry would still be in control of this federation.
Sparkles: Yeah, well….What the deuce?
Silas: Alright, enough of this sham.
There are some athletes headed for the ring but they are NOT Taylor Chase nor Kloe Masters. Instead we find Silas Mason seated in his electric wheelchair navigating his way towards the ring with the keypad build into the armrest. His digitized voice continues to feed through the speakers built into his chair as he types his words in true Stephen Hawking fashion. Surrounding him are Marie Jones, Angelica Jones, Sienna Swann, Mrs. Budde, and Lenore Price-Mason. The six individuals collectively known as Silas World head for the ring. Taylor Chase’s stolen titanium knee brace remains wrapped around Marie’s knee.
Silas: This is an insult. How can the IWC expect to have a main event featuring my Baby Doll (Taylor Chase) in a cage with Baby Rose (Kloe Masters) and expect Silas World not to be at ringside? Tay-Tay is after-all, one of my most VALUED clients….
Even in Silas’ broken down shape he’s capable of producing a half-sneer.
Silas: So I had a long talk with McBride (Silas intentionally neglects using a first name) and she’s agreed to make an exception to her ‘zero tolerance’ rule by allowing Silas World to be at ringside of this ma…..
Orlando: I think not bud.
The fans feel more bi-polar than Carrie Fisher, going from one emotional extreme to the other. First they were saddened by Silas’ declaration to be at ringside, but now their overjoyed to see Orlando Cruze putting an abrupt end to that potential interference. The Icon steps to the stage with the referee for the pending cage match, Marcus Mayfield, stood beside him.
Orlando: I just had a conversation with my friend Marcus here, and he told me what BLAIRE McBride had to say to him backstage, about bending the rules to accommodate Silas World’s interference in this match. First of all Blaire has no authority to book or make changes, and secondly, that zero tolerance rule set in place by KAREN McBride stands. If anyone interferes in this Steel Cage match they WILL be fired on the spot, and hit with a LIFETIME ban from the IWC.
Silas actually stews in his chair, his angered display indicating that perhaps he’s not as injured as he’s letting on.
Orlando: So I would suggest Silas, that you take your haram of babies and head to the back, this match is happening, and not you, nor Kloe can do a bloody thing to stop it!
The excitement levels are off the charts as Orlando has said his peace then heads for the back. Mayfield remains on the stage though, arms crossed and pronounced grin on his face.
Greyson: Orlando lays down the law.
Sparkles: If the Silas World threat has been neutralized then Kloe is boned and boned in a big way.
Greyson: It means Silas World won’t be able to try and cost Taylor this match as revenge for leaving their group.
Yes, Silas World can’t interfere in the match, but that’s not to say that they can’t do something to influence the contest BEFORE it begins.
Marie: You know what….
Marie Jones, the very woman who laid Taylor out with Taylor’s own knee brace at the beginning of the night, now grabs a microphone.
Marie: You might want to work on your wording, Orlando. You said we couldn’t interfere in this match, but you never said anything that happens BEFORE this bout gets underway. We promised Kloe she wouldn’t have to wrestle in a Steel Cage, and unlike Taylor, we keep the pledges that we make.
Marie turns to Sienna, Lenore, Budde, and Marie’s mother Angelica.
Marie: Ladies….let’s take care of this.
A proud smile nestles upon Silas’ face as he watches Marie and Sienna dig under the ring and retrieve what looks to be a set of tools. Angelica picks up one of these tools and goes to work on the bolts that hold the cage walls together.
Greyson: Errrrrm, what’s going on here?
Sparkles: They couldn’t possibly be doing what I think they’re doing.
Greyson: It-it looks like Silas World is….oh my God, they’re taking down the Steel Cage!
Sienna has climbed all the way up to the top of the cage and is working on another of the bolts that support the wall. Finally the wall comes collapsing down, Mrs. Budde and Lenore catching it before it crashes into them.
Greyson: I-I-I’m almost speechless.
Sparkles: Sparkles has never seen anything like this before.
Greyson: Silas World is actually dissembling the Cage, this is unreal.
Sparkles: Well ya heard ‘em, they told Kloe she wasn’t going to compete in the cage, and they were serious about it.
Greyson: Well what’s going to happen to this match now?
BACKSTAGE
Kelcey: Tay! TAY!
A sense of urgency compels Kelcey Wallace, best friend of Taylor Chase and former SCW World Champion. At the moment she is standing in the hallway just outside of Taylor’s dressing room, opening the door and looking inside.
Kelcey: Hurry.
Finally Taylor appears in the doorway, all the while holding a bag of ice to her jaw, still feeling the effects of the attack from her own knee brace earlier tonight.
Taylor: What is it?
Kelcey: It’s Silas.
Taylor: What about him?
Kelcey: He and Silas World, their taking the cage down!
Taylor: WHAT!?!
Kelcey: If you hurry maybe we can still stop them.
Taylor: Alright, just give me one more second.
Kelcey: Hurry.
Taylor: I’m hurrying.
In the span of that second, when Taylor turns her focus to grab something from her gym bag, a steel chair finds its way right into Kelcey’s spine. The stiff blow from a chair collides with Kelcey’s back and sends her collapsing to the floor of the corridor. The Perfect 10 covers the back of her neck with both hands, Kelcey suffering from the strike delivered by a woman wearing a hoodie. That hood is now pulled back to reveal the face of the lady who stands over Kelcey….Kloe Masters.
Taylor: What the fuck!?!
Taylor returns to the hall and finds Kelcey strewn across the floor, lying at her feet. Tay stoops to check on her most trusted and valued friend before looking towards the very lady who put Kelcey in such a position. Kloe backs away from the vengeful Taylor, chair still hanging from the former President’s palms.
Kloe: Looks like you’re in no position to stop anyone. Our cage match isn’t happening tonight after all. Better tend to your friend, hahahaha.
Before Tay can seek retribution, Kloe takes off running, disappearing around a corner. Taylor continues to kneel at Kelcey’s side and tremble with rage, looking like a teapot left on a stovetop for way too long.
COMMECIAL BREAK
VIDEO
BEFORE THE BREAK
A still composite takes over the screen showing Silas World working over the walls of a steel cage. All the while Greyson Lovejoy and Sparkles are heard ranting in the background.
Greyson: If your just joining us here on Riot, what an absolutely shocking….no…that’s not even strong enough…what a MIND BLOWING turn of events before the commercial break.
Sparkles: We were promised a Steel Cage Match between Taylor Chase-Cruze and Kloe Masters but then….damn…..Silas World comes along and to get revenge on Tay-Tay for disobeying Silas, they took the cage apart.
Greyson: Which one has to presume means the bout between Taylor and Kloe is off tonight.
Sparkles: Silas World costs Taylor again.
Greyson: As if it wasn’t bad enough that they cost Taylor’s friend, Chris Cannon the SCW World Title at their End of the Year event.
Sparkles: Who? What?
Greyson: I was referencing something outside of the IWC, Sparkles.
Sparkles: Oh, stop that. Sparkles has a hard enough time keeping track of everything that happens INSIDE our own company.
The screen is no longer frozen, playing footage of Mrs. Budde and Lenore Price-Mason actually carrying one of the steel cage walls around the ramp and towards the backstage area.
IN RING
Once cameras return to the interior of the Manhattan Center we find the view of the ring totally unobstructed, and why is that? Because the final remnants of the cage that had been set up around the ring is now being carried away. Angelica Jones, Sienna Swann, and Marie Jones are carrying the cage wall off to God only knows where. Following right behind this bevy of beautiful but brutal ladies is Silas Mason, who continues to grin as he navigates his wheelchair to the backstage area. As Silas travels to the back, Kloe Masters travels to the ring. The two pass each other, with Silas driving through the entrance curtains and Kloe walking in the other direction.
Greyson: And just because there wasn’t enough rain on our parade.
With a hooded sweatshirt wrapped around her torso, Kloe makes her way down the ramp, still clutching the very same steel chair she just used to attack Kelcey Wallace. In stark contrast to Kloe’s appearance earlier tonight, she’s now all smiles. In fact, she looks to be floating on clouds at the moment. She couldn’t be any happier over the way things have changed, not even if Publisher Clearing House presented her with an oversized check. Right now, the only check she’ll accept, is the one where she puts Taylor and Orlando IN CHECK….clever? Didn’t think so.
Kloe: Well-well-weeeeellll…
Every time Kloe opens her mouth a baby throws itself off a bridge. Her voice and her demeanor is THAT upsetting and it’s about to get even more annoying now that she’s in the ring, chair in one hand, microphone in the other, and in full fledge gloat mode.
Kloe:….Your precious Tay-Tay, and that bald bimbo Orlando, thought they had me backed into a corner did they? Hahahaha, but what they fail to realize is that when I’m backed into a corner I come out SWINGING! Hahahaha.
The steel chair in her palm is raised into the air, getting even more frowns and teary eyed children.
Kloe: You never can tell where I’m going to come at you from next. To steal a line from a great and wonderful man, ‘just when you think you have the answers, Kloe Masters changes the questions,’ hahahahaha.
Greyson: This is worse than a pile of dead kittens.
Sparkles: This is like Hitler’s birthday.
Greyson: Can this get any worse?
Sparkles: Kloe just living up the fact that Silas World took apart the cage that she was going to have to compete in.
Greyson: All thanks to Silas’ biasness towards Taylor.
Sadly, Kloe is not wrapping up her gloat-fest, she’s just getting started.
Kloe: It’s sad really, that people still believe they can get one over on me, but what you all, each of you, fail to realize is that you are all subject to Kloe’s Law. Rather your some grayed hair grandma, or some snot nose brat, or some greasy whore, like Kelcey Wallace. NO ONE IS GREATER THAN KLOE’S LAW! NO ONE!! Meaning nobody gets the best of me. Hahahaha.
If Kloe could she’d turn herself inside out just in an attempt to kiss her own ass. What she doesn’t realize though, is that someone is moments from coming out to twist Kloe inside out. “Boss’s Daughter” is the track tearing through the PA system and tearing through the cocky grin on Kloe’s face. The smile on the face of the former President threatens to vanish as Taylor Chase-Cruze makes her way through the curtains and immediately embarks for the ring. A ring that was SUPPOSED to be surrounded by a Steel Cage, trapping Kloe inside. But now thanks to Silas, that cage is gone, meaning Kloe can make her escape from the ring and from Taylor’s wrath whenever she wants.
Greyson: Here comes Taylor, and boy does she HAVE to be pissed. I mean, all night she’s been counting on getting Kloe in that cage, and now, Silas World has just ruined that.
Sparkles: Not to mention that Kloe just attacked Taylor’s best friend, Kelcey Wallace, with a chair backstage.
Greyson: The very chair she’s holding at this moment
Kloe tightens her grasp on that chair and for very good reason, considering that the newly crowned World Champion is sliding into the ring, Taylor stands up in front of Kloe, shifting the World Title from palm to shoulder. Taylor wants her hand free so that she can put to use the microphone just fetched from the waistband of her tights.
Taylor: Aren’t you a chipper one, Kloe?
Kloe: I’m aces.
Taylor: I bet you are. You and Silas are probably giving yourselves a pat on the back for managing to ruin the Steel Cage match that I, and every one of these fans have been waiting for for weeks.
Kloe: Yep.
Taylor: Congratulations Kloe, you really stuck it to Orlando and I tonight, bravo.
Kloe: Hehehehe. I’m surprised to hear you accept defeat.
Taylor: I hate to say this, but Kloe, you WIN.
Kloe: Wow. That had to be hard for you.
Taylor: There won’t be a Steel Cage match between us tonight
Kloe: As if there was ever a possibility.
Taylor: But not because Silas had the cage torn down before we could step inside of It. No-no. We won’t be fighting in a cage, because I just caught my hubby backstage where you attacked Kels, and I got him to sign off on the two of facing in a different match….a CARTEL CHAOS match.
All the color instantly vanishes from Kloe’s face. Her mind is inundated by the violent images of the match between Ba’al and Taylor at the End of the Year Special, all contested under Cartel Chaos rules. On that night Taylor set the bar high for violence, and tonight, she might just raise that bar a smidge higher. And she gets a pretty good start to it by rushing across the ring and bashing Kloe right in the forehead with the World Title belt.
Greyson: CARTEL CHAOS!?!
Sparkles: And we’re already starting the same way the LAST Cartel Chaos match started.
TAYLOR CHASE-CRUZE VS. KLOE MASTERS:
CARTEL CHAOS
A huge welt has formed on Kloe’s forehead as she rolls across the canvas, feeling the pain from that punishing blow from the World Title belt. The gold falls from Taylor’s hands, which now clamp hold of Kloe’s hair, dragging her up to her seat and shouting into her ear.
Taylor: You want to talk about law? I AM THE LAW BITCH!
Taylor whips Kloe by her hair so that the back of Kloe’s head crashes into the canvas. At that moment, when Kloe’s in the worse pain of her life, Marcus Mayfield comes sliding into the ring, calling for the bell to commence this Cartel Chaos bout.
Although Marcus is present, his role is pretty much only to make the three count, and he won’t even get to do that considering Taylor has no intent of ending this match quickly. Already she’s picking up the steel chair that Kloe carried to the ring with her and examining the weapon. Taylor overlooks the chair then overlooks the back of Kloe who is crawling desperately away from her. Kloe doesn’t get very far before the chair comes swinging down right into her kidneys. A piercing wail emanates from Kloe, who arches her back then scoots across her knees. She immediately regrets subjecting Kelcey to this same torment on multiple occasions in the past. Taylor continues to avenge her best friend by walloping Kloe over the back with the chair again. A louder scream emanates from Kloe, who has never experienced such levels of hell in her entire life.
Taylor is only getting warmed up, taking Kloe by the hair, forcing her to her feet and then placing the chair across Kloe’s back. The World Champion heaves the former owner into a scoop slam while the chair was still wedged against Kloe’s back.
Kloe rolls away from the chair and reaches for her back, which is enflamed by pain. It becomes clear at this moment that Taylor is bored with the chair, hence why she’s rolling to the outside of the ring and finding a new weapon to play with. Her new toy, something she definitely won’t get bored with as quickly. A kendo stick now extends from Taylor’s hands.
The crowd gets really pumped as Tay rolls into the ring and swings the cane around in her hand several times. Finally she squeezes the handle tight, steps up to Kloe’s side and swings the weapon with a blistering blow right over the former President’s kidneys. Kloe flops from her knees over to her back, reaching for the red mark left in the flesh across her spine. The kendo stick now finds its way down into Kloe’s ribs, not once, but twice. Every time Kloe tries to roll away from Tay, she receives a harder and stiffer blow from the cane.
Tay now takes the cane, steps over Kloe’s back and uses the weapon to place Kloe in a camel clutch. The cane is pulled with enough force to choke the life out of Kloe, who gags for air and finds color returning to her face, that color being blue.
Taylor: You fucked with my career, you fucked with my husband, you fucked with my best friend, and now you’re just plain FUCKED.
Taylor removes the cane from Kloe’s throat, grabs the back of her head and just shoves her face right down into the chair that was still strewn across the canvas. Kloe’s face bounces back from the chair and right back up into a shot from the kendo stick. The devastating blow from the cane to the cranium drops Kloe from her knees and sends her twisting along into the turnbuckle.
With kendo stick in hand Taylor begins to stalk her prey, but before she can reach Kloe, this lioness pauses for a moment of doubt. Taylor’s eyes draw to the kendo stick in her hand which leads to a shrug of her shoulders and ultimately the dropping of the weapon. Why did Taylor toss the kendo stick? Because there are far more fun weapons to play with beneath the ring. Taylor rolls to the outside to find one, reaching beneath the ring and wrapping her hand around an object that brings a huge smile to Taylor’s face.
Sparkles: Uh-oh, what does Taylor have in her hand? Usually Sparkles doesn’t get a look on my face like that unless I’m holding my…
Greyson: No one on the planet wants you to finish that sentence, Sparkles.
Finally the object is extracted from beneath the ring and once it comes to light absolutely EVERYONE in the Manhattan Center rises to their feet. Pulses race at the sight of a black sack hanging from Taylor’s hands.
Greyson: She’s got the friggin THUMBTACKS!
Sparkles: I’m getting goosebumps.
The smile on Taylor’s face is so wide and fierce, sending a shiver down the spine of the barely conscious Kloe. This match is about to get a lot more violent and fast considering that Taylor is rolling into the ring and the sack in her hand is verging dangerously close to the desperate Kloe.
Kloe: Please Tay….PLEASE!
If no other tactics have worked throughout the night Kloe plays on Taylor’s compassion. The kneeling Kloe longingly looks up into Taylor’s face and clasps hands together in prayer.
Kloe: Think of my children.
Suddenly Tay pauses, seemingly dwelling on Kloe’s words.
Taylor: I am.
The sack begins to open and thumbtacks are seemingly seconds from being piled on the canvas. But Taylor’s moment of contemplation comes back to her detriment. Without warning a figure, who just emerged from the crowd, slides into the ring behind Taylor totally unseen. The individual is adorned in the same hoodie that Kloe is wearing, and is also clutching a steel chair in their hands.
Greyson: What in the….? Who the fuck is that?
The individual in the hoodie rushes up behind Taylor and swings the chair. The steel connects with canvas, Taylor stepping out of its trajectory at the last second. She then swings around into a right hand across the jaw of the individual who just tried to attack her, knocking them flat on their ass. Taylor is about to put the boots to them before a chair is swung into the back of her skull by ANOTHER individual who just emerged from the crowd also bedecked in a hoodie.
Sparkles: There’s ANOTHER ONE!
Taylor collapses to her stomach after taking this blow from the chair. Her assailant then steps over Tay, going bow legged in order to keep her centered beneath him. He lifts the chair long ways and prepares to drive the top edge down into Tay’s face, but instead its Tay’s foot that goes up, and it’s her assailant’s testicles that are mangled.
The chair drops out of the gentleman’s hands, hands that are clasping his genitals. He stoops over and turns away from Taylor, who is working her way up to her feet with the chair in her hands. She lifts the weapon in order to swing it before a THIRD individual in a hoodie clips her in the back of the knee with a chair.
Greyson: A THIRD ATTACKER!
Sparkles: Where in the hell do they keep coming from?
Greyson: They’re like cockroaches, they just keep popping up everywhere.
These three individuals with faces hidden beneath hoodies stand all around Taylor and join in with stomps across her body. One of them lifts a chair and is about to bring it down over Taylor’s mass before stopping at the request of Kloe Masters. Although every inch of Kloe’s anatomy is hurting, she still has the strength to take the chair from the hands of the individual in the hood.
Kloe: What did you think, Tay? That I’d be stupid enough to come out to this ring without a back up plan? What do you take me for? Huh?
Kloe whole expression changes, skin pigment going blood red as she lifts a chair and brings it down over Taylor’s body, not once, not twice, not three times, but four times, five times, six times. After the seventh blow from the chair lands, Kloe tosses the weapon aside and tosses her body over Taylor’s chest. The unthinkable is about to happen Kloe seconds from pinning the World Champion. Mayfield doesn’t want to make the count but the head referee does his job, falling into position and slapping the canvas.
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The crowd turns their eyes from the ring, unable to bear witness to this sight. Sadly, they miss another display of Taylor’s resiliency. She launches a shoulder into the air, getting it out from under an absolutely shocked Kloe. The former President glares wide eyed at the official. Finally she looks at her three helpers.
Kloe: What are you waiting for?
Two of the hooded attackers begin to put the boots to Taylor’s body, while the third is exiting the ring and reaching beneath it. A table finds its way into their hands and is slid into the ring. One of the other hooded figures joins their associate in beginning to set up the table. Meanwhile Taylor has the top edge of a chair pressed to her throat by the last of the three hooded attackers. He grinds the chair back and forth across her esophagus. Another chair in Kloe’s hand now comes swinging down into the legs of the chair wedged to Taylor’s throat, impaling the steel against Taylor’s windpipe. The crowd groans as Taylor gasps for air, rolling around on the canvas and clutching at her possibly crushed throat.
Greyson: That was a sickening blow from Kloe.
Sparkles: Who has really turned the tide of this match back in her favor.
Greyson: Thanks to these three sons of bitches in hoods that jumped from the crowd to attack Taylor.
Taylor continues to hold her throat while she rolls away from Kloe. Unfortunately, what she’s rolling towards is the table set in place and waiting to have her body driven through it. Two of the hooded individuals grab Taylor by the hair and force her onto the surface of the table. They now pin her wrists and her ankles down to the table surface, keeping her incapable of stopping Kloe’s insidious plans from culminating.
Kloe has rolled to the apron and is approaching the nearest turnbuckle, scaling slowly and methodically. Once on the top rope, Kloe glares down at the prone Taylor and can’t help but to add insult to injury
Kloe: It’s just like I said, no one is above Kloe’s law.
Kloe gets her balance on the top rope and prepares to take flight, putting the prone Taylor through the table. But it appears that Taylor is not quite as prone as she was letting on. Suddenly her foot busts lose from the clutches of one of Kloe’s friends and smashes in the top of the skull of the man who was holding Tay’s arms down. The kick sends him staggering back and allows Taylor to sit up so that she can swing a fist into the face of the person still clutching onto her ankle. The punch sends him staggering back then spilling through the ropes. Taylor rolls off the top of the table and no sooner drops to her feet before leaving them to catch the THIRD hooded man with a drop toe hold. His face crashes off of the table at Taylor’s side.
Taylor craws under the table and picks up the kendo stick as she makes her way towards the turnbuckle propping Kloe. The former President is in the process of trying to climb down off of the turnbuckle before Taylor swings the kendo stick and smacks her in the shin. Kloe’s legs are knocked out from under her and she lands crotch first across the top rope.
With kendo stick still in hand Taylor begins to climb the turnbuckle and now place Kloe in a front chancery. All the while she is looking back over her shoulder at the table, intent on superplexing Kloe right through it.
Sparkles: Tay is about to suplex that butch haircut bitch through the wood.
Greyson: This is going to be ghastly.
Taylor is about to fly back off the turnbuckle and that’s just what she does, only it’s not into a suplex. Instead one of the hooded figures steps beneath Tay, putting his shoulders under her seat and dragging her out of the corner into an electric chair drop position. It’s not an electric chair drop they’re going for though, instead he’s holding Tay so that Kloe can come flying off the top rope into a clothesline. The Doomsday Device is about to connect, Kloe sailing through the air right towards Taylor and flying right into a shot from the kendo stick. Taylor, still seated across the shoulders of the man in the hoodie, cracks the inbound Kloe across the skull with the cane. The blow knocks Kloe out of the air and she lands right at the feet of the man in the hoodie Tay is sitting on top of. Taylor now takes the cane, turns it long ways and drives the edge of the handle down right into the top of the individuals’ head that is presently holding her on his shoulders. His grip on her is broken as a result, allowing Tay to go slipping down his back, catching him by the shoulders in the process then nailing him with the backstabber.
Sparkles: How is Tay holding her own against all of these obstacles? Is she-is she-a wizard?
Greyson: I think not. Tay is just so hell-bent on destroying Kloe that she’s not letting a thing get in her way tonight, including these three in the hoods.
Sparkles: I wouldn’t say that, Manhattan isn’t really that ghetto.
Greyson: Not in the HOOD, I meant, wearing hoodies.
The fans are solidly behind Taylor as she struggles to her feet, rubbing at her throat with one hand and reaching out for the throat of Kloe with the other. She doesn’t realize that Kloe is grabbing hold of a chair, not that it will help the former President against the woman determined to destroy her. Suddenly another chair comes flying at Tay’s face though, flung by one of the men in the hoodies. Taylor catches it before it can smack her in the skull. But just then Kloe stands up and swings the chair in her hands, right into the chair griped by Taylor.
The chair is driven back into Taylor’s face, crushing her skull and sending her spiraling across the ring right into the ropes. She ricochets off the cables, somehow remains on her feet, and now stumbles right into a boot to the gut, Kloe doubling her over. Kloe takes Tay by the waistband then heaves the World Champion into the air, dropping back into a pulling piledriver right into the chair.
Greyson: Kloe busting out a VICIOUS PILDRIVER against the steel!
Sparkles: Kloe showing she got some skillz.
Greyson: Just like the SIN officiating staff earlier tonight before they were Raidered by Chris Davids.
The spastic fans watch with horrified expressions as Taylor’s head bounces off of the steel and Kloe crawls over her into the cover. Despair clings to the voices of the fans as they watch Mayfield begrudgingly make the count.
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Hope seems lost for Taylor, right up until Taylor breathes new life into the sullen hearts of the fans. Taylor kicks out and gets and gets a response from the fans that rattles the foundation of the Manhattan Center. An indignant Kloe rises to her feet and then points at her hooded allies before gesturing to the table.
Kloe: Finish this.
The hooded attackers pull Taylor along to her feet with one of the men heaving her up and onto his shoulders. He turns and is about to powerbomb Taylor through the table before interference comes in the form of…MAYFIELD.
The Head Referee has seen enough, snapping out of the daze that Blaire McBride’s words put him in before this match began, and snapping into action. He delivers a forearm into the kidneys of the man holding Tay in a powerbomb predicament. As Tay slips off his shoulders, her assaulter is bent over backwards and about to be hit with the Spin Cycle. That’s until the other two individuals in hoods intervene, one swinging a chair into Mayfield’s back.
The Head Referee breaks his grasp on his target, then turns around to face his attacker only to eat a steel chair across the brow.
Greyson: Mayfield standing up for what’s right, but now he’s lying at the feet of Kloe Masters who only knows how to do wrong.
The blow from the chair has Mayfield splayed across the canvas and at the mercy of Kloe. Once again Kloe is gesturing to the table, prompting one of the men in the hoods to throw Mayfield on top of it. He is now spread across the table while Taylor once again ends up liffted across the shoulders of another individual in the hood. He is about to powerbomb her through Mayfield and through the table but the world Champion counters. She places her hands to the top of his head and leap frogs over him, landing on her feet behind his back then taking off into the cables. She ricochets off the ropes and comes back in at her attacker only to be caught and thrown into the air. She lands on his shoulders and the hooded man turns, powerbombing Tay right through Mayfield and right through the table.
Greyson: Tay and Mayfield put into the wood.
Sparkles: This is just like at the End of the Year Special.
Greyson: The casualties piling up in what has been an out in out war.
Sparkles: One that looks like it’s about to come to a close.
If Kloe has her way it WILL end, and it will end right his second. She drags her wounded body across the canvas and towards Taylor, about to pin her in spite of a lack of a referee. In fact, Kloe is going to pin Tay while she’s still strewn across the chest of the referee. Tay and Mayfield are laying across the broken fragments of table, their bodies barely moving an inch. Kloe extends her arm to place it across Taylor’s chest, but the pin never happens on account of the figure now sliding into the ring. There is a pop that would make Beethoven jump out of his seat when Kelcey Wallace slides into the ring.
Greyson: It’s the Perfect 10!!
Sparkles: I guess she got over that attack from Kloe backstage.
And she’s about to start recovering from another attack when a hooded figure swings a chair at her face. Kelcey ducks it however, then lays in wait for the man to turn around. The second he does Kelcey leaves her feet and dropkicks the chair right back into his face. The blow to the skull sends the hooded figure spiraling into the ropes then falling through them to the outside of the ring. Kelcey then rolls under another shot from a second hooded attacker. In the process of her forward roll Kelcey grabs hold of a chair. The second she pops up out of the roll and to her feet, she goes leaping towards the THIRD hooded individual in the ring, smashing their unsuspecting face with the chair. He’s laid out and Kelcey goes staggering past them into the ropes.
The final man in the hood comes rushing at Kelcey with chair in hand only to have Kelcey catch him with two boots to the jaw. He staggers back and drops the chair. Kelcey pulls herself up into the turnbuckle before leaping off the middle rope and landing across the back of the hooded man’s head. Said hood provides little protection against Kelcey’s Canadian destroyer that drives the top of his skull right into one of the chairs.
But even after taking out these three individuals in hoodies, Kelcey is left unsatisfied. She picks up a chair and surveys the damage she’s done, having no idea that Kloe is sneaking up behind her with a chair of her own in hand. She swings it right at Kelcey’s spine only to have the Perfect 10 spin around at the last second and swing a chair into the one bound for her spine. Kloe drops her chair and twists away from Kelcey. When she turns back to face Kelcey, Kloe finds her skull smashed by a straight chair shot across the brow.
Greyson: FINALLY Kelcey gets her retribution on Kloe Masters!
Sparkles: She split Kloe’s skull in twain with that chair.
Greyson: In what?
Sparkles: Twain.
Greyson: As in Mark Twain?
All of Kelcey’s strength is put behind the chair shot that has dropped Kloe to her back and pulled the fans out of their seats. They are giving Kelcey a well-deserved ovation for finally giving Kloe her comeuppance. From the corner of her eye Kelcey catches a glimpse of the three men in the hoodies gathered outside of the ring, trying their best to collect themselves. Kelcey goes rushing across the ring and dives over the top rope into a corkscrew crossbody. She connects with all three individuals who attacked Tay throughout the course of this match, driving them down into the mats. They spend little time on the ground, Kelcey pulling them up and nailing them with rights and forearms and kicks, driving them up the ramp and away from the squared circle. That’s when Orlando Cruze emerges from the back, the President racing down the ramp and aiding Kelcey, though she clearly doesn’t need the help. Orlando spins one of the hooded men around, chopping him with such force across the chest that it instantly knocks him to his back.
Sparkles: Kelcey taking out Kloe’s reinforcements. FINALLY leaving this one on one. And now there’s Orlando, he’s taking out the garbage as well.
Greyson: Good thing Kelcey isn’t a member of the IWC roster, otherwise she might have been subject to that lifetime banishment rule set in place for this bout after bashing Kloe in the face with that chair.
Greyson: And look, Kloe is coming right towards us.
The extremely hard shot upside the skull that Kelcey delivered before leaving the ring has Kloe all out of sorts. On instinct she rolls to the outside mats, trying to get away from the ring and away from Taylor. Although she does get away from the ring, she does not get away from Tay.
The World Champion has recovered, is dashing across the ring and then leaping into a back flip over the top rope and into a moonsault across Kloe’s shoulder. Both ladies collapse to the mats with the fans screaming their hearts out. Taylor rolls away from Kloe, clutching at her back, still feeling the effects of that powerbomb through the table. She overcomes her suffrage in order to inflict even more suffrage on Kloe. An electrical cord is employed, detached from one of the ringside cameras and now attached to Kloe’s throat. The cord is turned into a noose, strangling the life out of Kloe’s body.
Now the cord is turned into a leash, pulling Kloe along to her feet then into the announce table. Taylor palms the back of her rival’s skull and drives her face down into the announce table not once, not twice, but three times, four times, and now five straight times. Kloe eventually collapses onto the surface of the very table she’s been bashed against so many times. Now that she is splayed across her back upon the table, Taylor is free to put her through it.
The Scarlet Socialite returns to the ring and now steps across it in the direction of the turnbuckle, climbing to the very top rope.
Sparkles: Oooooh golly gee, Tay is about to do something BAD.
Greyson: She’s going all the way up top and I think….dear God I hope I’m wrong….she’s about to come back down through our table.
Sparkles: Sparkles hopes all the nudie mags under the table cushion Taylor’s landing.
Tay gets her balance on the top rope and delights in what she is about to do. The World Champion takes to the air, flying from the highest point of the turnbuckle into an elbow drop that puts her right through the announce table. Kloe rolls out of the way at the last second, causing Taylor’s body to explode as it goes through the wood.
Greyson: KLOE MOVED!
Sparkles: Tay through our table!!
A loud holy shit chant starts at the sight of Taylor crashing through the table and eventually hitting the floor. Her mangled body lays limp across the ground, barely even drawing shallow breaths into her lungs. Kloe comes shambling along towards her fallen foe, latching onto Taylor’s hair. She drags on it until Tay is pulled to her knees then into the ring. Kloe rolls the comatose Tay into the ring and prepares to take advantage of her condition. The former President climbs up onto the apron and then grabs some of the chairs strewn across the canvas. She throws one down a few inches away from Taylor’s face and then rolls the champion so her head is splayed across the steel. Kloe now employs another chair to deliver a one woman conchairto. She smashes Tay’s head between both chairs once, then does it TWICE. And she’s still not through. Kloe delivers a third conchairto, then a fourth, then a fifth.
Greyson: Stop this Kloe, for the love of all that is holy, stop this!
After delivering six conchairtos on Taylor, the chair in Kloe’s hand is dropped and she is now forcing the champion to her back so that she can be pinned. She hooks Tay’s leg, hoping that sufficient enough damage has been done to net her a victory. A barely conscious Mayfield crawls out of the broken chunks of table, dragging his body into position to make the count. On instinct he slaps the canvas.
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Greyson: This has to be the biggest upset in the history of the IWC.
The crowd bites their nails and winces in anticipation of the three. Kloe sits up in celebration, embracing arguably the biggest underdog victory in the annals of wrestling. Her life has culminated to this moment, the moment where her whole world comes crashing down around her. Taylor gets her shoulder up just a fraction of a second before the three. Kloe’s lips quiver and all color is suddenly erased from her face.
Kloe: No! NOOOOO!
The fans rally behind Taylor, giving her all the support she needs to win what has been another absolutely grueling Cartel Chaos match. Kloe will not listen to the reaction the fans are giving Taylor at the moment. She instead forces her way up to her feet and tries to force a “W” into her win column. She grabs a chair and sets it up before grabbing another one and doing the same thing with it. She sets both chairs up so that their seats are facing one another and wedged together. Kloe then turns towards Taylor, who kneels on the canvas clasping at her skull.
Kloe: You wanted this Tay….YOU WANTED THIS!
Kloe drags Tay towards the chairs set in place and now prepares to suplex her into them. Kloe heaves Taylor into the air but the Champion suddenly floats over, landing behind her rival. She then takes Kloe by the shoulder, spins her around and heaves her up into position for the True Story. Tay’s rendition of the Go to Sleep is seconds from connecting. It seems Tay is about to end this barbaric bout but Kloe has other ideas in mind. She puts out her thumb, digs it into Tay’s eye socket and tears. Tay drops Kloe as a result and now the former President puts her adversary in a side headlock. Kloe rushes at the chairs and leaps into a bulldog, about to put Tay’s skull right through the steel. At the last second though, Tay wedges her hands to Kloe’s spine and shoves her off, sending Kloe flying high into the air and ultimately crashing down into the chairs.
Greyson: Kloe through the steel!
Sparkles: That didn’t work out at all how Kloe had planned it.
Obviously not. Kloe is presently arching her back and bemoaning the pain that courses through her entire body, a body that is dragged down to the canvas. Tay pushes Kloe to her back then grabs the very chairs that she just put Kloe through. Both of them are thrown down on top of Kloe’s chest and face.
Taylor then approaches the turnbuckle, leaps to the top rope, balances herself and then to a rousing ovation takes to the air with a senton bomb. She crashes right into the chairs strewn across Kloe’s body, resulting in a loud and sustained pop from the crowd. But perhaps the loudest pop came from the bones in Kloe’s face. Taylor looks to at long last finish this, crawling into the cover, actually collapsing on top of her nemesis.
Mayfield wakes up in time to make the three count.
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Greyson: Taylor finally has her vindication.
The crowd is on the cusp of losing their collective minds when Kloe kicks out!
Sparkles: WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!?!
Taylor sits up with an expression of legitimate shock when the referee informs her that Kloe got her shoulder up. With pain etched in the lines of Taylor’s face, she rolls along to her feet and approaches the chairs that have been so instrumental throughout the course of the match. She picks one up and turns towards Kloe, who again on instinct has rolled to the outside of the ring. Kloe falls into the barricade and now throws her leg over it, trying to escape into the crowd. Taylor rolls out of the ring and throws the chair she was carrying down on the mats, so that her hands are free to impede Kloe’s escape. She grabs Kloe by the shoulder and pulls her away from the crowd. But what Taylor didn’t realize is that Kloe has grabbed a chair from the front row. That chair is turned sideways and the top edge is rammed right into Taylor’s ribs. The blow has her doubled over, knocking Tay back towards the ring. Kloe throws down the chair she used to assault Taylor, putting it right beside the one that Taylor threw to the mats seconds ago.
Kloe now goes after Taylor, who has rolled into the ring with her legs still hanging off the apron, Kloe grabs those legs only to have Tay wedge her feet to Kloe’s chest and kick her back. Kloe goes spiraling into the barricade, falling against it and then reaching over into the crowd. ANOTHER chair is brought into play, Kloe carrying it towards the ring. That’s when Tay lifts her feet that were still dangling over the apron and drives them right into the chair, sending it flying back into Kloe’s face. She collapses to her back and the chair she was clutching comes tumbling down onto the other chairs littering the ringside area.
Taylor slowly works her way up to her feet in the ring and watches Kloe staggering around on the mats down below. On instinct Kloe begins to climb up to the apron, and the moment Kloe does Taylor reaches over the ropes and takes her by the bangs. Kloe is dragged up and into a front chancery. Taylor prepares to heave Kloe into the ring with a suplex only to have the former President launch a knee through the ropes and into the Champion’s ribs. Then to the shock of everyone Kloe lifts Taylor up into a vertical suplex over the ropes and to the outside of the ring directly onto the chairs piled at ringside.
Greyson: OOOOOOH FUCK! OOOOH FUCK!!
Sparkles: Kloe suplexing-Kloe suplexing Taylor outta the ring and into those chairs!
Greyson: And here I thought the Cartel Chaos match at the End of the Year Special was brutal.
A holy shit chant has started from the crowd as a result of that absolutely devastating suplex into the steel at ringside. Neither lady is responding to this ovation, they are lying there at ringside motionless. Finally after much coaxing, Kloe is able to compel herself to begin moving. She grabs Taylor by the hair, forces her up to her feet and way from the chairs. She then rolls Tay into the ring before following the World Champion. Instead of going for the pin, Kloe goes for something else. Her eyes are magnetized to the black sack that Tay brought into the match right at the beginning. She grabs the sack, opens it and prepares to pour the thumbtacks out onto the canvas. A giant smile forms across her face as she turns the sack upside down and watches the contents spill to the ring. What falls out of the sack is NOT thumbtacks, but a knee pad….a knee pad with thumbtacks glued to it, pointy ends aimed outward.
Greyson: What in the hell?
Sparkles: That’s a…that’s a kneepad with thumbtacks covering it.
Greyson: That’s weird.
Kloe looks as confused as everyone else as she stares down at the kneepad. She then turns towards Taylor, who is crawling across the canvas trying to get some feeling back into her lower extremities. Kloe ignores the kneepad in favor grabbing another chair, she lifts it over head and rushes at Taylor, charging right into her waiting shoulders. Tay heaves Kloe into the air, getting her in position for ANOTHER True Story.
Tay throws Kloe up into the air, but Kloe twists her body just enough to land beside Tay instead of landing face first across her knee. The chair in Kloe’s hands is now thrown straight at Taylor’s face, but Taylor ducks it. The chair flies past her and now Tay puts her head under Kloe’s seat, heaving her up into an Alabama Slam positon. Taylor then rushes across the ring towards the chair that was just thrown, leaps into the air and spikes Kloe’s head into that chair with an over the back piledriver.
Greyson: HOLY SHIT!
The bar continues to be raised for violence when Kloe’s head smacks so brutally into the chair, leaving her body stricken with total paralysis. Taylor’s exhausted body rolls across the ring and towards the thumbtack covered kneepad. She grabs it, overlooks the screaming fans and now begins to slide the kneepad up her leg, putting it in the place where her titanium knee brace USED to be.
Greyson: Ooooh my, oooooh my. We saw Taylor do this at the End of the Year Special against Ba’al. She wrapped barbwire around her knee to hit the TKO and finish him off at the pay-per-view.
Sparkles: And tonight she’s going to use a thumbtack laced knee to get the job done against Kloe.
The knee with thumbtacks in all affixes to Taylor’s knee, one that is seconds from careening straight into Kloe’s face. A banged up, aching Kloe gets to her elbows and stares up into the knee pad laced in thumbtacks.
Kloe: No one defies Kloe’s law….
Taylor: Didn’t you hear me earlier? I AM THE LAW!
After busting out a line that would make Judge Dredd very-very happy, Taylor leaps into the TKO with her thumbtack covered knee, and it connects, with a steel chair. Kloe pulls the weapon out from behind her at the last second and drives the chair right across Taylor’s inbound knee, perhaps fracturing it on impact. Taylor rolls around on the canvas trying to grab her knee but unable to caress it due to the thumbtacks that are protruding from it.
Greyson: I thought that was going to be it, but Kloe still has tricks up her sleeve.
Sparkles: She’s got more tricks than a hooker on Times Square.
And the last trick, might just be the most damning of them all. She grabs Taylor by the wrist and forces her along not only onto her feet but into Kloe’s shoulders. She heaves Taylor into a fireman’s carry then throws her over into the True Story.
Greyson: Kloe just hit Tay with her own finisher!
Sparkles: Talk about insult.
Tay’s face bounces off of Kloe’s knee and Tay’s body goes staggering back into the ropes. She bounces off of them and then leaps through the air right into the TKO, her thumbtack wrapped knee driving right into Kloe’s temple.
Greyson: AAAAAAHHH!
Sparkles: What da hale!?!
The crowd is absolutely blown away, totally shocked to see Tay hit the TKO a second after she was forced to suffer her own finisher. The thumbtacks extending from Taylor’s kneepad slash through the flesh on Kloe’s face. Although she’s dead on her feet, Kloe is still standing and spiraling around right into the waiting shoulders of Taylor. She heaves Kloe into the air with a fireman’s carry then throws her over into the True Story. Kloe’s face comes down right into that thumbtacked knee. Skin is torn from Kloe’s face and tacks are left embedded in her brow. She collapses to her back and Taylor collapses into the cover. The Manhattan Center is going BEYOND nuts at this point as Taylor makes the cover. She has both legs hooked on the now bloodied Kloe, all it’ll take is Mayfield dragging himself along to make the count,
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Once again Taylor Chase has given the New Yorkers crammed in the Manhattan Center cause for an uproarious celebration. All fans vacate their seats, giving Taylor a standing ovation in response to this, perhaps one of the greatest personal victories of her life.
Greyson: Another AMAZING moment for Taylor Chase. She FINALLY gives Kloe Masters the ending she deserved.
Sparkles: With a frackin knee covered in thumbtacks to Kloe’s face too. That was all kinds of nasty.
Greyson: That it was Sparkles, but that’s what it took to finally bring an end to this long standing issue between Taylor Chase and Kloe Masters.
The crowd feels finality, they have closure, it seems at last with Kloe’s defeat and the banishment of the Sinistry’s corrupted, that the book has been shut on the war between the IWC and SIN. The person who fired the final shot now defies all the aches and pains that consumes her body in order to stand victorious in the ring, The World Title is handed to her by an eager Mayfield, who is just as eager to lift her arm on high in a display of victory.
This feel good moment gets tender when Orlando Cruze comes sliding into the ring to embrace his wife in victory. It seems we are on the brink of rehashing the closing moments of 2014, when Taylor was surrounded by friends and family after winning back her World Title from Kloe’s associate, Ba’al. At the moment only Orlando stands in the ring to honor Taylor’s victory, but there will no doubt be many well wishers waiting in the wings to congratulate her.
Taylor’s arms fall around Orlando’s neck, and her cheek is wedged to his chest, hearing his heart excitedly beating so quickly. He embrace her with a hug and lifts her into the air, holding her as high as he can as she stretches the belt between her palms, thrusting it above her skull.
Greyson: Another amazing, milestone event in the legacy of Taylor Chase-Cruze.
Sparkles: She just keeps racking them up, she collects wins just like Sparkles collects Chia pets.
Greyson: No one wants to hear about your damned Chia pets, Sparkles, especially right now.
Sparkles: Awww…but I just got a Chia Goat….
Greyson: NO ONE CARES!
The only thing the fans care about, Taylor Chase, and the victory she embraces over the still vegetative Kloe. From the corner of his eye Orlando glares down at his ex wife and the former President who upon regaining consciousness will realize that she just lost everything.
Orlando is now lifting Tay’s arm aloft, pointing at his wife and getting the crowd to shower her in even more praise. He steps back, giving Tay her well-deserved spotlight. And now, as anticipated, there are more individuals showing up to praise Taylor, but it isn’t the same group that were seen celebrating with her in the ring at the conclusion of the End of the Year Special. Instead of seeing her friends and family, Taylor’s eyes drift towards the group collectively known as New Eden.
Greyson: What am I seeing right now?
Sparkles: It’s New Eden, the group that took Tay’s sister, Mika.
Tay’s eyes narrow on the faces of all those who occupy the stage. Amongst the members of New Eden we see Alana Starr…clapping, Red Rayne… clapping, Mogui…clapping, Silk…clapping, Tay’s sister Mika….clapping, Aiken Frost….clapping. All with their eyes as black and as inky as ever. But there is only one man who stands amongst the group clapping that does not bare the same dark and demonic pupils. That man is Taylor’s ‘friend,’ her ‘stalker,’ her once revered and trusted ally, the man desperate to get back in her good graces….Scott Cannon. Yes, Scott stands amidst the New Eden, clapping in synchronism with each of them.
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