November 2015

There are so many flashing lights within the parking garage of the arena that it could result in epileptic seizures. An ambulance comes pulling into tonight’s venue for the IWC pay-per-view Upping the Ante. Once the vehicle cruises to a stop the doors pop open and two very familiar figures make their exit. From the driver’s side we see Serenity emerge and from the passenger seat departs Cindy Todd. The New Eden members convene in front of the ambulance and examine their choice of transportation.

Serenity: Somebody is gonna take a riiiide tonight.

Announces Serenity in a sing-song voice.

Serenity: Maybe I’ll even let them play with the sirens.

Cindy: No dear…

States Cindy as her hand moves to Serenity’s arm.

Cindy: They’ll be in no condition.

The black eyed soulless duo that has tormented and tortured almost the entirety of the IWC roster proceed along into the Manhattan Center. Although they leave the ambulance behind, they will no doubt be returning to it soon with an unwilling guest in their hands.

A video package commences that features a dimly lit and rather smoky room occupied by a handful of IWC combatants. There are at least five athletes seated about a round table covered in green felt. In their hands are playing cards, and stacked up in front of them are poker chips. It’s Johnny Kingdom who is the first to ante up. He grabs a handful of red chips and tosses them to the center of the table. As he goes back to examining his cards the camera looks over his shoulder to see what he’s seeing. Every card in his hand features videos that capture the barbaric moments of his feud with Mordecai, a rivalry set to conclude here tonight on pay-per-view.

Mrs. R: Mordecai will devour the Fallen King from below….

As the voice over of Mrs. R is heard in the background, haunting Kingdom’s memory, on one of the cards he clutches we can see the monster Mordecai tearing his way up through a wrestling ring and latching onto Johnny’s ankle. A stunned Kingdom is dragged down beneath the squared circle by the beast and brutally bludgeoned.

Mordecai: I want Johnny Kingdom in a BURIED ALIVE MATCH!…

Another of the playing cards flashes with images of Kingdom attacking Mordecai out behind the Manhattan Center, blasting him over the back with a shovel and knocking his enormous rival into an open grave.

Alistair: Selena Frost will learn that we are Monarchy, and we will rule….

The camera moves from Kingdom’s face to the features of another poker player. Selena Frost is seated beside the famed former World Champion and is throwing her own set of chips forward. On the cards in her hands the viewers can see images of her rival Alistair Taylor hitting Selena with the overdrive, a move that costs her the Tag Team Titles back at the last pay-per-view.

Alistair: At Upping the Ante I’m going to do something horrible to Selena Frost….

The voice of her rival continues to resonate in the back of Selena’s head while the cards in her hand show Frost swinging a guitar that shatters over Alistair’s skull. The camera pulls away from Selena and away from the cards she’s holding in order to turn to the individual seated at the table beside her. Andre Jordan stretches five cards between his palms and each one depicts another image from his rivalry with Mika Kozlov.

Mika: Come to me my chocolate pudding….

On one card we get a glimpse of Andre defending his Evolution Title in a hotly contested three way against opponents Scott Cannon and Kat Kelly. At the conclusion of that match Mika Kozlov comes crawling sensually to the stage wearing lingerie that makes her the most alluring sight seen in quite some time. She’s a feast for Andre’s eyes but ultimately a costly distraction that results in the loss of his Evolution Title.

Harrison: Mya Denton, at Upping the Ante, you get what you want….

The person seated beside Andre is revealed as the unpredictable and unstable Mya Denton. She clasps to her cards with one hand while shuffling chips around in the other. On the cards are visuals of Aaron Harrison talking to Mya in the middle of the ring before attacking her injured knee.

Greyson: Mya has been waiting for months to get her revenge on Harrison, and at Upping the Ante it sounds like we’re finally going to see it….

The video on one of Mya’s cards shows her sitting in the ring and staring up the ramp at the coffin that her nemesis Harrison is stood on top of while the commentators hype an eventual clash between the two.

Greyson: Harrison versus Denton, we’re gonna see it go down at Upping the Ante…

Finally the camera reaches the last person seated at this table, and that individual happens to be the acclaimed World Champion herself, Katelyn Buehler. Although later tonight she’ll be gambling the World Title in a match against challenger Scott Cannon, at the moment all she puts on the line are a handful of poker chips. On the cards stretched between her hands are images of Katelyn clashing with Scott around every turn headed into the pay-per-view.

Scott: I’m going to do the RIGHT thing…

These words echo in the back of Katelyn’s head, listening as Scott tells the world that he has reformed, turned over a new leaf and begun the arduous process of revamping his bad boy image. In the cards that Katelyn clutches we actually see her rival striving to repair his tarnished image but facing numerous set-backs in large part thanks to his brothers undermining him around every turn. Michael and David Cannon clearly do not agree with Scott’s attempts at reformation and attempt to sabotage it by means of attacking the World Champion and then get their brother to join in on the mugging. Scott not only resists that temptation but actually drags his brothers off of the champion. Katelyn however, misrepresents Scott’s attentions and lays him out with the KTFO.

Scott: Scott Cannon….a GOOD man?…

The visuals within the cards clutched by Katelyn show clips of Katelyn holding up the World Title and Scott Cannon holding up a briefcase that contains his Number One Contender Contract. The camera goes back to Katelyn seated at the poker table, dropping her cards and pushing all the chips stacked up before her to the middle of the poker table. She literally puts it all, everything on the line, just like she will tonight when she defends the World Title against Scott Cannon.

The Upping the Ante theme track is rocking it out in the background while on the screen a video airs that shows playing cards flying straight at YA! Kings, Queens, Jokers and Jacks travel from the back of the screen and fly with near 3D effect at the screen. Before long the Kings turn into Orlando Cruze, the Queens turn into Marina Valdivia, the Jokers turn into Mika Kozlov, and the Jacks turn into Andre Jordan. The final card that hurdles towards your monitor and looks like it’s going to crash straight into your living room is a picture of the arena. No, it’s not a picture, it’s a live shot from the interior of the venue for tonight’s pay-per-view.

The fans are in an absolute frenzy. They are out of their seats, on their feet and enjoying the spectacle of the fireworks that blanket the stage and the entrance ramp in sparks. All those in the Manhattan Center are already having the time of their lives and the show hasn’t even gotten started yet. The commentators sound every bit as jacked up as the audience.

Greyson: We are finally here, Upping the Ante is LIVE from the Manhattan Center!

Cameras fly past the crazed expressions on the faces of the fans.

Sparkles: This is Sparkles, the most beloved puppet since Kermit stopped being funny, and I’m joined by my bruh Frankie Paradise, and Greyson Lovejoy on one of the biggest nights of IWC action we’ve EVER delivered.

Frankie: Every night delivers big when Frankie P is here to see.

Sparkles: You know it!

Greyson: Tonight couldn’t get any bigger, it’s almost like an Invictus atmosphere in the building tonight as we prepare to witness the finals of the World Title Number One Contender Tournament.

Frankie: Plus the World Title itself will be on the line when Katelyn Buehler defends the belt against Scott Cannon.

Sparkles: All that plus Sparkles here at Upping the Ante.

The commentators stop yapping and start clapping when the chorus of “Glamorous” plays over the arena PA speakers meaning that beloved IWC grappler Marina Valdivia is on her way to the ring. The multi-platform superstar makes her way to the ring traversing the red carpet that has been rolled out for her and her alone.

Greyson: We start out the night with a Semi-Final match in the Number One Contender Tournament. Marina Valdivia headed out to compete against Lexy Chapel….

Sparkles: And one of them will advance to the finals that will be contested here this evening.

Frankie: Don’t even feign uncertainty Sparkles, we all three….okay, you and I know, because Greyson’s an idiot, that Lexy’s gonna be sexy and she’s gonna be the number one contender for the World Title by the end of the night.

Greyson: I’m just going to do what I do every night and just ignore you’re comments Frankie. Instead I’ll talk about what’s germane to this match we’re about to see the road that Marina took to getting here to the final four of the tournament.

A video package chronicles the arduous journey that Marina Valdivia faced in recent weeks to get this close to becoming Number One Contender to the World Championship. At the moment the viewers see the opening round match up in the tournament where Marina collided with Ricky Holt. The two battle in a very technically precise confrontation that culminates to Marina managing to reverse just one of Ricky’s moves and set him up for the California Splash. She hits her finisher the 450 splash in order to pin Holt and advance to the Quarter Finals of the World Title Contender Tournament.

It doesn’t take long to show the outcome of that Quarter Final bout as Marina locks up with the red hot Rachel Tatum Lee. The reigning NHB Champion puts Marina through the battle of her career and looks to end Valdivia’s World Title ambitions. However, just as Rachel narrows in on the biggest win of her IWC career she’s ambushed by her ex-boyfriend Ethan Von Aaron, and his new girlfriend Alana Starr. The end result being Rachel getting counted out and Marina advancing to the Semi-Finals here this evening.

Cameras go back live to the ring where Marina Valdivia is running from one set of ring ropes to another. She knows she’s in store for the very same thing she’s faced in her previous two tournament matches, a bout that will test her limits and most definitely push her past them.

Greyson: That video documenting perhaps two of Marina’s toughest bouts.

Frankie: She ain’t seen tough yet. Not until she battles her opponent Lexy Chapel.

Sparkles: By the skin of her teeth Marina survived matches against Ricky Holt and Rachel Tatum Lee, can she continue to build her momentum here tonight?

A woman who is on just as big a momentum swing presently heads for the ring. The tracks of Cynics and Critics by Icon for Hire are belting through the PA system, indicating that Lexy Chapel is coming along down the ramp. As always Lexy does not walk out alone. The Tag Team Champions move down the ramp united, Kat Kelly at her partner’s side and holding a sign high above Lexy’s head. Said sign reads ‘STOP MASTURBATING AND START CELEBRATING.’ The Tag gold shines about the waists of both Lexy and Kat, who continue to ignore the jeers from the audience.

Frankie: God, I don’t thank you nearly enough, but truly, truly THANK YOU for giving us Wicked Intent.

Greyson: The Tag Team Champions on their way to the ring but it’ll only be Lexy Chapel who steps inside of it.

Sparkles: Hopefully.

Greyson: It’s rather fitting that Lexy and Marina will be locking up in the semi-finals, these two have been on the biggest streaks of their careers. Let’s take a look at how Lexy advanced here to the Semi-Finals.

A video dominates the screen showcasing the two previous collisions Lexy Chapel endured to get to the pay-per-view this evening. First we start with the opening round match where Lexy fought against another up and comer Devon Kayl and defeated him via the superkick delivered straight to the back of his previously injured skull.

Flash forward to a few weeks later where Lexy went one on one with former World Champion Serenity in yet another tournament match. After the video shows the dazzling array of high flying and hard hitting maneuvers traded between these two the footage brings us to the conclusion of the bout. A distraction created by Marina Valdivia allows Lexy to hit her finisher the Explicit Content on Serenity and then pin her to advance to the Semi-Finals.

We’re back live to the ring where Lexy Chapel is stood on the middle rope of the turnbuckle lifting her half of the Tag Team Titles over-head. She points at the gold with her opposite finger while shouting at the hecklers.

Lexy: That’s right, I’m THAT awesome fuckers!

Laughter can be heard from her tag partner Kat Kelly at ringside, who catches the belt that Lexy tosses down to her.

Greyson: Lexy went through qualifying matches against Devon Kayl and Serenity to get to this leg of the tournament…..

Sparkles: All the while dealing with her issues with Eve and Siqua, the members of the Sinistry who BLOOD BATHED Kat and Lexy a few weeks ago.

Frankie: That wasn’t fair, and you want to know what else isn’t fair? The fact that Lexy has to defend her Tag Team Titles tonight against Eve and Siqua, meaning that when she wins this tournament match, she’ll have to wrestle not once, not twice, but THREE times tonight.

Greyson: Wicked Intent set to defend the belts against the Sinistry this evening, but it remains to be seen rather we’ll see Lexy in the Finals of the tournament too.

Frankie: Of course we will.

It seems that at long last the opening bell is coming and Marina Valdivia and Lexy Chapel will be unleashed on one another. However, just before this match officially gets underway cameras take a brief foray to the backstage area.

Tabitha: Vicky, would you mind stepping out of the way?

There’s a very good reason we haven’t seen Marina Valdivia’s manager at her side for this big tournament match. It’s because Tabitha Silverstone has been cut off backstage. The sunglasses on the edge of her nose reflect the face of Marina’s best friend Victoria Salinas. The curtains that veil the entry way are dangling behind Victoria’s back.

Victoria: Don’t think for one second that I’m going to let you go out there and ruin this for Marina….

The argument goes on with the commentators putting things into perspective for the fans watching around the world.

Greyson: It looks like Marina Valdivia’s friend Victoria Salinas is keeping Tabitha Silverstone away from the ring.

Sparkles: Yeah, Victoria has been very suspicious of Tabitha’s behavior the past few weeks and obviously doesn’t want that behavior to negatively affect Marina.

Frankie: All because Tabitha has started acting a little bizarre.

Greyson: That’s putting it mildly.

LEXY CHAPEL VS. MARINA VALDIVIA:
SEMI-FINAL WORLD TITLE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER MATCH

Back in the ring the bell has sounded and both Lexy Chapel and Marina Valdivia have begun to circle one another. But just before they prepare to tie up in a classic collar elbow lock everyone’s attention, including Marina’s, turns to Kat Kelly leaping up onto the apron.

Greyson: What is Kat doing?

Frankie: Being the world’s sexiest distraction.

A distraction that pays off in spades for Kat’s tag team partner Lexy. She runs up behind Marina and gets in a cheap shot to start off the match. The double axehandle smash across the back of Marina’s head sends her spiraling along face first into the turnbuckle. Marina turns her back to the corner and exposes her stomach to the multiple stomps and her chest to the multiple chops unleashed by Lexy. The blows take Marina all the way down onto her seat where her throat is being crushed by the Wicked Intent member’s boot. The referee starts a five count before Lexy removes her heel from her opponent’s esophagus and then she backs to the center of the ring. She gets a running start behind a hip thrust directly into Marina’s face….wait…Marina rolls out of the way and instead the point of Lexy’s hip hits the corner.

Marina rolls across the ring and ends up in the diagonal corner, standing up just as Lexy recovers from her collision with the turnbuckle. She goes taking off right after Marina before eventually leaving her feet, diving into a heat seeking dropkick aimed at her adversary’s face. The kick never connects with Marina’s skull, flying right past it just as Valdivia ducks out of the way. As a result the back of Lexy’s legs collide with the corner and her body goes tumbling down to the canvas. She rolls over to her knees and stands just as Marina swoops in from behind, grabs the back of her head and charges her face first into the top turnbuckle pad.

One collision isn’t good enough, Marina pulls Lexy’s head back from the turnbuckle and slams her face against it a second time. A third collision follows and then a fourth and a fifth, Marina just driving Lexy’s skull into the corner again and again and again.

Greyson: The intensity that Marina brings into this match is well justified. There have been issues between herself and Lexy Chapel dating back several months.

Sparkles: Marina’s got a grudge against Lexy’s group the Monarchy, and that has carried over to here tonight.

Frankie: If she slams Lexy’s face against that corner one more time I’ll have to start pelting Marina with this big thing of candy corn you got sitting in front of you Sparkles.

Sparkles: That’s Sparkles’ candy corn and only I reserve the right to pelt people with it.

There is one more face first impact with the corner in store for Lexy before she’s thrown back to the middle of the ring. Somehow she manages to roll right over onto her feet, standing up just as Marina comes flying out of the very same corner Lexy’s head was bashed against. A clothesline connects with enough force to topple Lexy to the canvas while Marina lands beside her and lets out a loud roar that gets the crowd riled up even further. She quickly ascends back to her feet and hustles along into the ropes, leaping from the middle strand into the lionsault that sends her back flipping towards her adversary. Lexy possesses the wherewithal to roll clear from Marina’s flight path, meaning her opponent has to rethink her strategy in mid-air. Instead of slamming into the ring across her face, Marina lands directly on her feet. She then goes twisting along into the ropes, falling against them just as her adversary Lexy closes the gap between the two. Unfortunately Lexy runs right into a back elbow to the mouth, the shot sending her staggering away. The ever quick Marina turns her back to Lexy and leaps to the middle cable, springing back into an elbow. An elbow that connects with nothing but air. Lexy manages to roll under Marina, who flies right over her, crashes down to the ring and then rolls back. The moment Marina gets a knee under her she finds her face on the receiving end of a superkick.

Frankie: Superkick! Su-per Kick! Suuuuu-PER KICK!

Sparkles: And her boot caught every bit of Marina’s face.

Frankie: She’s out. Just go ahead and stop the match now. Cart Marina out of here and then bury her deep.

Unfortunately for Lexy, her kick was so powerful it sent Marina rolling under the ropes and eventually landing at ringside. It isn’t long before Lexy’s partner Kat takes advantage of this lucrative opportunity. She swoops in, leads Marina up to her feet and then powers her kidneys along right into the ring apron. A scream of pain emits from Marina as her back buckles around the hardest section of the squared circle.

Greyson: Come on Kat! Stay out of this.

Frankie: She has every right to get involved on her partner’s behalf.

Greyson: Maybe in their scheduled Tag Team Title defense, but not right now when it’s one on one.

The referee is distracted by Lexy, allowing Kat to act with impunity at ringside. Kat makes the best of this opportunity by taking Marina by the wrist and readying to Irish whip her along into the ring steps. Kat sends Marina hurdling towards the stairs but Marina manages to avoid a collision with the steel. She lunges into the air and lands on the stairs instead of hitting them. Marina quickly whips around to face Kat and then runs across the apron before leaping off into a forward flipping senton. Her back collides directly with Kat’s chest and sends them both hurdling into the mats.

Frankie: Now that wasn’t called for.

Greyson: Kat wanted to get physically involved, well then now she’s suffering the consequences.

Though it seems Marina might be the one who suffers. She gets to her feet just as Lexy slips in at her side, takes her by the wrist and launches her right into the steel steps. Before Marina can prevent it her shoulder and the back of her head is slamming off of the stairs, which barely budge upon impact. She ricochets from the steel and then walks right back into Lexy’s arms. A devastating scoop slam follows that drives Marina’s kidneys into the very thin and particularly unforgiving ringside mats. Lexy rolls into the ring and then rolls back out, breaking the official’s ten count. It isn’t long before Marina’s body is sent hurdling right into the ringside steps for a second bone breaking collision. This time the upper half of the stairs DO budge, detaching from the lower section. Marina finds herself using the bottom half of the steps to try and stand up, but Lexy is about to use them for a totally different reason. She kneels at her opponent’s side and then grabs the back of Marina’s head and begins to slam her face down into the stairs. Marina’s head ricochets from the stairs then flies back down into them a second time, a third time, and a fourth time.

Greyson: if you thought Marina slamming Lexy’s face into the corner was brutal, well Lexy is topping it.

Sparkles: Lovejoy, you mentioned how personal this match was, well we’re seeing it. Marina has had a handful of encounters with Wicked Intent ever since the draft special a number of months ago, and it’s now boiled over into this Number One Contender Tournament.

Frankie: Get ‘er Lexy, get ‘er.

Another slam of Marina’s face against the stairs results in her body falling into complete paralysis. She is eventually pulled away from the steps and then back into the ring where a big old hematoma threatens to form on her scalp. She manages to get to her knees just as Lexy crawls up beside her, grabs the back of her head and flings her face into the canvas. Marina rolls to her back while Lexy’s boot comes flying down into her brow. Lexy’s heel scrapes against her adversary’s scalp and continues to exacerbate the injuries that have already been inflicted. The laughing Lexy moves across the ring and nears the ropes, kicking back her hair and then licking her lips in order to rub her superiority in the faces of the fans. They react rather unkindly and Lexy shows an equal lack of love for her opponent. She drags Marina by the wrist back to her feet before whipping her along into the ropes. When Marina ricochets from the cables she runs right back into a leaping heel kick that nails her straight across her face. The blow sends Marina down to the ring and rolling across it before reaching the turnbuckle. Just as Marina sits up Lexy’s hip collides right with her face. Lexy runs the length of the ring and ultimately slams her side right into the prone Marina’s face.

Lexy drags Marina out of the corner and makes an arrogant cover. She kneels over Marina and puts her palms to her opponent’s chest, pushing down on it.

Lexy’s confidence proves costly, because the lackadaisical cover allows Marina to get her shoulder off the ring.

Lexy: SERIOUSLY?

The annoyed co-holder of the Tag straps drags her rival up from the ring while holding tight to her wrist. She keeps hold of Marina’s wrist while wiping a leg around to connect with a standing heel kick. The arrogant Lexy watches as her foot flies right over Marina’s head and misses its target entirely. Marina ducks under the blow and then goes rushing along right into the ropes behind her spiraling opponent. Lexy turns around to face Marina just as she springs from the middle cable into a flying back elbow. The collision takes both combatants down to the ring amidst cries from the crowd. Marina continues to get momentum back in her favor, dashing to her feet and then into the ropes, springing off the middle cable into the lionsault. She crashes down right onto Lexy…..right onto Lexy’s raised knees.

The reflexes of Lexy take over, getting her knees up just in to drive them into Marina’s mid-section. However, Marina flips right over the legs, lands on her feet and then grabs hold of the creases of Lexy’s knees. She lifts them into the air, tucks them beneath her armpits and then drops back, catapulting Lexy through the air. Lexy manages to turn a bad situation into an optimistic one, landing on the cables she was launched into, instead of hitting them. She twists around in order to stand on the turnbuckle before lunging into what looks like a crossbody. When she comes down she comes down directly into Marina’s raised knees. Marina quickly drops to her back and lifts her knees into the air, causing Lexy to come down ribs first right into them.

Lexy’s mid-section takes a nasty collision with Marina’s knees, and the impact knocks the air right out of her. The breathless Lexy rolls back to the middle of the ring just as Marina comes flipping back from the middle rope and into the lionsault. FINALLY Marina hits it, driving her body down into Lexy’s stomach.

Greyson: Lexy is just addled by this onslaught from Marina.

Frankie: Get up Lexy! You can’t let your opponent build momentum.

Sparkles: That’s just what Marina is doing. She’s got all the momentum on her side right now, meaning she might very well be on her way to the finals in the Number One Contender Tournament.

An ailing Marina crawls away from Lexy and towards the nearest turnbuckle, ascending to the highest point. She gets her balance and then takes flight, soaring into a senton bomb that aims her back right at her adversary’s ribs. But at the last second Lexy manages to avoid calamity by rolling out of the way. As a result the back of Marina’s head hits nothing but canvas, causing quite a bit of strain. She sits up grimacing while Lexy sizes her up for another superkick. Lexy steps across the canvas and launches her boot straight at Marina’s face but the heel just barely misses it’s target. Marina ducks her head out of the way and Lexy goes staggering past her.

With a sense of urgency Marina jumps to her feet and then leaps onto Lexy’s shoulders, going for a reverse hurricarana. However, just before Marina can drop back, she’s being launched forward. Lexy puts hands to the back of Marina’s thighs and pushes on them, sending her flying up and over her head and eventually landing feet first on the canvas directly in front of her adversary. Lexy then hooks Marina’s arms from behind and hits the Union Jack Attack. The reverse STO sends Marina’s face hurdling into the canvas.

Frankie: UNION JACK ATTACK! UNION JACK ATTACK! Lexy’s got that plastic Hollywood bitch right where she wants her.

Greyson: Does you’re biasness ever end?

Frankie: Not even when I’m sleeping.

The collision cleans Marina’s clock, leaving her splayed across the canvas with her body wedged beneath Lexy’s.

The referee’s hand comes down to the canvas but Marina’s arm comes up from the canvas. Her kick out seemingly prolongs her suffrage however. At the moment Marina has no idea that Lexy is scaling the nearest turnbuckle and is preparing to throw a little pizzazz in with a large dose of pain. To the cheers of her partner Kat we see Lexy leaping from the top rope and into the frog splash that puts all of her weight, what little there is, square into Marina’s body. Lexy then hooks Marina’s leg with one hand while her other hand is lifted into the air, counting off each slap of the canvas by raising a finger aloft.

Again Marina manages to pop her shoulder up from the canvas in time to prevent elimination.

Lexy: RIDICULOUS!

Lexy is getting flustered and for good cause. Marina just won’t go away. It seems that Lexy is going to have to intensify her efforts. She pulls Marina up from the ground and into position for the Explicit Content. The package piledriver will undoubtedly end Marina, would it have connected. It doesn’t, on account of Marina managing to twist herself free from the piledriver predicament and into a short arm clothesline. Yes, she drags Lexy towards a bicep bound for her throat, but no, neither the bicep nor the throat make contact with one another. Lexy ducks under the arm that encroaches on her neck and slips behind Marina before hooking her arms, going for another Union Jack Attack.

Just as Lexy falls forward to plant Marina’s face viciously against the ring her adversary surprises her with a timely counter. Marina reverses into the drop toe hold on Lexy and then transitions right into position for the Cali Killer. Marina is about to bridge back and into the chin lock but Lexy is scrambling and scrambling quick for the ropes. She manages to not just grab the cables but drag herself under them as well. Ultimately she spills to the ground right beside Kat, who is there to fan off her partner with a towel stolen from a fan in attendance.

Frankie: Good job Kat, keep fanning Lexy off. And then put some ointment on her. Yes, that thought appeases me.

Greyson: You make me want to vomit.

Sparkles: Sparkles vomited once, it was after seeing a Barbara Streisand concert.

It looks like Lexy and Kat may barf when hearing the crowd chant for Marina who is about to go flinging herself into her unsuspecting opponents. Marina takes off across the ring above her adversaries stood on the mats below. She leaps over the cables with the intent of sending her body into Lexy but instead it’s Marina’s feet that connect and it’s not with Lexy. She lands on the apron on account of Lexy rolling out of Marina’s flight path. But this little set back won’t stop Marina, who now leaps from the apron and right into the senton bomb. This time she DOES connect with Lexy who laid on the ringside mats and was caught completely off guard by Marina’s dive.

Greyson: Marina making something out of nothing.

Sparkles: Lexy didn’t see that coming.

The senton bomb has presumably busted up some of Lexy’s ribs and has sent her absent mindedly twisting towards the ring. Kat is once again on hand, helping her partner as best she can without blatantly interfering in front of the referee’s face. Marina swoops in behind a recovering Lexy and then throws her into the ring. Just as Marina prepares to enter the squared circle herself she stops and whips around with a fist clinched back. She readies to punch Kat, who was trying to swoop in from behind undetected, needless to say she failed. Kat backs off from the raised fists of Marina, but Lexy draws nearer to them. Lexy dashes across the ring and attempts to make good on the distraction created by her partner by laying out her opponent with a baseball slide dropkick. But Marina could see the writing on the wall. She side steps the boots that go sliding right past her, meaning Lexy has missed her dropkick and is now falling to her feet right in front of her adversary. Marina removes Lexy from her feet via a stiff clothesline that drops her to the mats.

Marina rolls into the ring then back out to break up the referee’s count before standing up on the apron and readying to launch herself off of it. Before she can go airborne into the laid out Lexy, the Tag Team Champion tries to cut her off. Lexy dashes to her feet on the ringside mats beneath Marina and then goes for a superkick on her ankle, trying to knock Valdivia’s feet out from under her. Marina leaps over that kick though and lands back on the apron. An unsuspecting Lexy stands down below her, twisting around to face Marina just as the Hollywood bombshell comes leaping from the apron. She flies at Lexy for a clothesline but has that lariat reversed and reversed in a very brutal manner. Lexy ducks down just as Marina goes flying over her, totally missing the lariat. Although Marina’s arms miss Lexy’s neck, Lexy’s hands successfully catch the creases of Marina’s knees. Before Marina realizes it she’s being driven into the mats with the Alabama Slam.

Greyson: Allllla-BAM-a slam!

Frankie: Into the mats baby, into the mats!

Sparkles: A lot of internal injuries could have been inflicted.

Greyson: At the rate these two are tearing into each other, there might not be much left of either Marina or Lexy in the final round of the tournament.

Sparkles: Neither one of them is thinking about that right now. Their mind is on this match and doing whatever it takes to survive it.

The ringside mats offered absolutely zero protection from the concrete beneath it, meaning Marina’s impact with them has potentially injured every major internal organ. Lexy shows no compassion for her opponent, forcing Marina up from the ground and returning her injured body to the ring. It takes a lot for Marina to do it but she actually starts to work her way up from the ground only to have Lexy swoop in at her side and cut off her upward momentum. Lexy puts knees to Marina’s back, takes her under the jaw and by the knee before applying the Bow and Arrow stretch.

Frankie: Flawless, just frackin’ flawless. Everything Lexy does is perfect.

Greyson: I have to applaud her for showing some very sound strategy in this match as opposed to putting all her focus into aggravating the fans and her opponent.

Sparkles: But that’s what Lexy does best.

Frankie: No, we’re seeing what Lexy does best. Dominating!

Greyson: I’m just going to put you in a skirt and give you pom-poms.

Marina’s body is arched at an angle it shouldn’t be bent at, in fact, no human body, even that of an acrobat should be twisted in the manner that Marina’s is. Of all the screams that come from Marina’s mouth, not one of them are the words ‘I Quit.’ She claws at the hand that is locked under her jaw, trying to force Lexy’s fingers away. To the delight of the audience Marina is forcing Lexy’s finger’s back until they almost break at the knuckles. As a result Lexy is forced to release her bow and arrow stretch just as Marina comes twisting down and landing across her opponent’s chest. The unexpected lateral press results in a thunderous cry from the crowd.

Although Lexy may have been caught off guard by the pin, she will not be defeated by it. Lexy doesn’t just get a shoulder up, oh no, that’s not nearly showboating enough. Instead Lexy bridges her body up from the ring and out from under Marina. She then swings around to face the side of her crawling opponent. Lexy acts quick, stepping over Marina’s back and then pulling her up into the camel clutch.

Frankie: Lexy seamlessly, hear that, SEAMLESSLY transitions into the camel clutch.

Greyson: Just keep on waving those pom-poms Frankie

Sparkles: You can wave Sparkles if you don’t have pom-poms.

Screams of pain emanate from Marina, who is digging down and digging oh so deep to find the strength not to submit to this hold.

Lexy: Don’t be a hero!

Insists Lexy who throws a forearm right across the side of Marina’s mouth. The camel clutch was bad enough but combine that with these forearm cracks and these verbal cracks and you’ve got Marina in the worst position she’s ever been in throughout her life. But it’s a position that will not see her undone. She scoots across her knees, nearing the ropes that are so far removed from her hands. But not the hands of Kat Kelly. From ringside Kat grabs the bottom rope and pulls back on it, trying to make it even harder for Marina to reach it.

Lexy: Let’s go Marina! Let’s go Marina!

Lexy mocks the fans in attendance who are rallied behind Valdivia, but her insulting tone is not enough to shut them up. They chant even louder for Marina, who scoots across her knees for the ropes with Lexy seated right across the small of her back. The referee shouts at Kat to let go of the ropes that she’s been holding and as a result Lexy snaps.

Lexy: Stop showing favoritism ref!

Orders Lexy, who takes her focus off of Marina for a split second in order to chastise the referee. It’s in that split second that Marina manages to scoot back and through Lexy’s legs. She escapes the camel clutch, slipping behind Lexy and then leaping right onto her opponent’s shoulders. Lexy’s eyes widen just as she’s flipped over backwards and spiked right on top of her head with the reverse hurricarana driver.

Greyson: OOOOOOOH!!!

Frankie: Da’ fuck just happened!?!

Sparkles: Marina looked for that move earlier but now she hit it here in the clutch. When she needed to hit it the most.

After bouncing off the top of her skull Lexy rolls to her back and finds her chest covered by Marina. An exhausted Marina has Lexy’s far leg hooked while leaning with her back to her opponent’s chest.

The hopes and dreams of the fans are crushed when Lexy throws her shoulder up from the canvas.

Greyson: NO! Lexy says NOT YET!

Sparkles: Amazing.

Frankie: Yes it is, but man with Lexy putting this much into this match how is she going to have anything left when she competes in the finals and when she defends her Tag Team Titles here tonight against Eve and Siqua?

Greyson: It’s not a foregone conclusion that Lexy will be in the finals of the tournament Frankie.

Marina is about to crush any potential of seeing Lexy wrestle three times here tonight. She steps past Lexy and gets to the turnbuckle, looking to climb in spite of her exhausted muscles and her multiple injuries. It’s become apparent that the California Splash is the only thing that is going to win this match for her. So she reaches the top rope and readies to descend from it. But just as she starts to get her balance on the top rope with her back aimed in Lexy’s direction, the Tag Team Champion dashes in beneath her adversary. She’s shaken off the inverted hurricarana driver in order to step beneath Marina, catch her by the creases of her knees and drag her from the turnbuckle into position for the Alabama Slam.

Frankie: Hit it again Lexy! Hit it again!

Lexy is just about to send Marina flying over-head and into the ring but her opponent proves far craftier than she was giving her credit for. Marina begins to squirm until her legs are out of Lexy’s hands and her body is sliding down Lexy’s back. Marina counters into the sunset flip…no wait…it’s not a pin Marina’s going for after-all. Instead she drags Lexy down to the canvas with the sunset flip but then stands up with her opponent’s legs in her arms, transitioning into the Cali Killer. Marina attempts to roll Lexy over into the bridging Muta Lock but finds it far harder to get the hold applied than she had initially thought. The crowd may be feeding her will to get the hold locked in but Lexy’s will is just as strong and she’s channeling it all into blocking the hold. She ultimately manages to reverse Marina’s attempt at the Cali Killer into a small package.

Frankie: She’s got it, Lexy’s advancing to the finals!

The fans fear this possibility but suddenly realize it was an unfounded phobia considering that Marina has just popped her shoulder up from the ring. A despondent Lexy rolls away from Marina but then leaps to her feet, crouched in anticipation of hitting the superkick.

Frankie: Here it comes.

The fatigued Marina has no idea that she’s standing up only to walk unwittingly into the superkick. She’s on her feet and she’s turning right towards Lexy’s boot inbound for her brow. At the last possible second Marina not only sees Lexy’s inbound kick but catches it. She nabs Lexy around the knee and then manages to sweep her adversary’s planted foot. Lexy lands on her back and Marina goes to step through her legs in order to apply the Cali Killer.

Greyson: Marina just damn determined to get that Cali Killer lock….

Frankie: Lexy REVERSED it!

Lexy slips her legs out of Marina’s arms and then puts her boots to her opponent’s ribs, kicking her back into the ropes. The moment Marina’s spine hits the corner she leaves her feet, flipping up and towards the top of the corner. The fans scream at the top of their lungs as Marina turns a disadvantage into the biggest moment of her career. Marina rolls up the turnbuckle and ends up standing on the top rope. Lexy is laid out on the canvas below her having no idea that Marina is hurdling towards her with the California Splash.

Greyson: 450!!

Marina’s body is only an inch or two removed from Lexy’s body before she rolls out of the way. As a result Marina hits the canvas with such unbelievable force that it ends up with her ricocheting from the canvas and standing on the canvas. She’s only upright for a second, because a superkick nails her right in the temple. The shot hits Marina with enough force to crack her skull and send her plummeting to the ring. Lexy spins away from Marina after hitting the kick and then falls back against the turnbuckle, leaning against it and catching her breath.

Frankie: Superkick laying out Marina!! Go for the pin Lexy! Go for the pin!

Greyson: This is the most trouble we’ve seen Marina in during this match. It seems Lexy has got herself in position to advance to the finals of the World Title Number One Contender Tournament.

Sparkles: She’s got to find the strength to make the pin first.

This extremely physical match has obviously left Lexy breathless and zapped of strength. But with her partner Kat being so vocally supportive at ringside it gives Lexy that little pep of energy she needs to go for the pin. She staggers away from the corner and flips into the jackknife cover.

Marina’s arm gets up off the canvass within seconds of losing the match. An angst ridden Lexy looks to end this with her own top rope finishing move. She climbs the corner in anticipation of hitting the Raising the Standard. She gets all the way up to the top rope and leaps back into the Twisting Phoenix Splash but is stunned when she doesn’t hit Marina and is instead CAUGHT by Marina. Her opponent leas to her feet and displays tremendous strength by catching Lexy on top of her shoulders. Valdivia now goes for a death valley driver only to have Lexy counter in mid-air by flipping over and landing straight on her feet. Marina then comes running in only to be captured around the waist then snapped back into the bridging Northern Lights suplex.

Yet again Marina is forced to expend what precious energy she has left to get her shoulder up. Needless to say Lexy is annoyed at this point, yet that agitation will not throw her off her game. She runs into the corner and begins to climb as fast as her body will allow, looking to ultimately deliver the Raising the Stand. However, Marina has returned to her feet and is running in behind her opponent. That’s when Lexy backflips through the air and over her adversary, landing right on her feet behind Marina, who takes the spot her adversary WAS occupying on the corner. Marina leaps back off the middle cable and lands right on top of Lexy’s shoulders, going for the inverted hurricarana. She drops back to deliver the move only to find herself dangling upside down off of Lexy’s back. Somehow Lexy keeps her footing and refuses to be flipped back. She then puts her hands on Marina’s shins and to the shock of everyone, Marina especially, pulls her over into an inverted Alabama Slam. Marina’s face comes swinging down right into the turnbuckle she had just leaped from. She then bounces off and staggers back into ANOTHER Union Jack Attack.

Greyson: That’s the SECOND Union Jack Attack we’ve seen in this match.

Frankie: No, it’s the LAST Union Jack Attack you’ll see in this match. Lexy has got this in the bag.

Sparkles: Sparkles has got a bag, it’s fill of candy corn.

Lexy nears the unconscious Marina, ready to make the cover. But just then, when Lexy is poised to advance to the finals of the tournament and her proudest proponent Kat should be louder than ever she instead goes silent. The lights in the Manhattan Center begin to flicker and fluctuate.

Sparkles: Is Sparkles having a seizure again?

Greyson: I don’t know what’s going on here Sparkles. But what I do know, is that whatever is happening is not good.

The lights in the arena behave like strobes, sporadically flashing above the ring and above the bodies that can be seen fighting beside it. With each flash of the lights we can see two bodies surrounding Kat Kelly and exchanging blows with her. Though we can make out little in the brief segments of time that the lights flicker, we can at least tell who it is that Kat is fighting with, Eve and Siqua. The challengers for the Tag Team Titles here at Upping the Ante are getting the drop on Kat.

Greyson: Is-is-is that Siqua and Eve?

Sparkles: The challengers for the Tag Team Titles are attacking Kat!

Frankie: Wasn’t it bad enough that they blood bathed her two weeks ago?

Apparently not, as indicated by the flashing lights that briefly enhance the violence that has broken out at ringside. Kat is valiantly defending herself but it appears to be a feeble effort given the combined veracity of Siqua and Eve. Eventually when the lights return to their normal luster neither Siqua nor Eve are present at ringside, and the same can be said for Kat.

Frankie: Where’s Kat? Where has Kat gone? Somebody tell me where KAT IS!!

Greyson: Am I to believe that Eve and Siqua have just abducted one half of the Tag Team Champions?

The fans certainly think so given their loud screeches when they recognize that Kat is no longer at ringside to support her tag team partner. An out of breath Lexy crouches in the middle of the ring and stares through the ropes at the base of the ramp where her partner used to be. Lexy is BEYOND shocked and left scatter brained by the disappearance of Kat Kelly. She is so confused that she turns absent of thought and lacking of defense towards the middle of the ring where she’s pulled down into the inside cradle by Marina.

The whole arena rejoices at the sight of Marina scoring an absolute shocker.

Frankie: YOU’RE FUCKING KIDDING!!

Greyson: WWWHOOOOAA.

Sparkles: Marina just-Marina just-Marina just-Holy crap she did it! She just advanced to the finals of the World Title Tournament.

Frankie: That isn’t fair! That isn’t fair! Don’t you ring that bell ref! You hear me!?! Don’t you dare.

Marina rolls out of the ring and falls to her knees, grabbing at forehead, obviously still in awful shape after taking the Union Jack Attack. Nevertheless she allows the referee to grab her by the wrist and raise her arm in victory….a victory that moves Marina one step closer to becoming the number one contender for the World Championship. The referee is still holding Marina’s wrist in the air before he’s nearly bowled over. Lexy runs right through him on her way up the ramp and to the backstage area, desperate to find her kidnapped part Kat Kelly.

Greyson: Marina advances in the tournament and Lexy is on the hunt for Eve and Siqua.

When we saw Marina Valdivia’s manager arguing with her best friend a few moments ago Tabitha Silverstone was in good health. That has changed. Blood trickles down from her nostrils while her hands clasp at her swollen, presumably shattered nose. She sits up with her back wedged to the corner of a hallway and finds it hard to resist the urge to take a fall flat to the linoleum floor. The commentators respond with their highly predictable shock.

Greyson: Hey! That’s Tabitha Silverstone, and good lord, it looks like she’s been attacked.

Frankie: Again?

Sparkles: What the hell is going on? Who jumped Marina Valdivia’s agent THIS time?

Greyson: My God, when the rest of Silverstone International catches wind of this, when Marina hears about this, I shudder to think what’s going to happen.

The palms that had been pawing at Tabitha’s mouth and nose pull back from her face to reveal all the blood that has puddled in her hands.

Kat: What the fuck are you freaks doing!?!

Screeches Wicked Intent member Kat Kelly, who is pinned to her knees by the two figures who jumped her mere moments ago at ringside. Now Eve and Siqua have her forced down to the ground, each clasping one of Kat’s arms and rendering her defenseless. Stood in the well lit hall between stacks of black crates is the man responsible for bringing Eve and Siqua to the IWC, and seeing them compete for the Tag Team Titles here tonight.

Ba’al: Aren’t you a feisty one?

Ba’al approaches Kat with his hands interlocked behind his back, clasping hold of something that Kat will presumably not like.

Ba’al: Tonight my girls will challenge you for your Tag Team Titles, but before that match happens we wanted to indulge a….curiosity. You can help us answer a question.

A fire poker is taken out from behind Ba’al’s back with the end of it glowing red as if it has been super-heated. As Kat’s eyes draw to the red hot poker Siqua’s mouth draws to the ear of her soon to be victim.

Siqua: Do cats really have nine lives?

Try as she may Kat cannot squirm out of her torturers’ hands as the poker moves closer and closer to her eye. Ba’al readies to mutilate the beautiful face of the Tag Team Champion, but Lexy Chapel is not about to let that happen. She scrambles into view, dashing at Siqua, Eve and Ba’al, and given each of them cause to break away from her partner. Eve and Siqua detach from Kat’s arms and back down the hall, but the fire poker never detaches from Ba’al’s palm. He stands between his followers as the trio back down the hall, eyes never leaving the faces of Lexy and Kat. Currently Kat’s face is being hugged in Lexy’s arms and checked for signs of blood.

Lexy: Mother-fuckers!

Shouts Lexy in the direction of those who just came so close to performing an unspeakable act of mutilation on her best friend.

Words cannot be heard but if they could we would safely presume that their delivered with a hearty weight. Scott Cannon stands just outside of his dressing room with the door at his side and Head Referee Marcus Mayfield in his face. Clutched in Scott’s hands is a briefcase that holds his number one contender contract for the World Championship. It won’t be HIS for very much longer. The briefcase that Scott has held for several months is tentatively handed over to Mayfield. Just as the ref looks to take the case Scott pulls it back, having a very difficult time letting go.

Sparkles: Scott Cannon set to challenge for the World Championship here tonight in our main event.

Greyson: But first he has to surrender that briefcase holding the number one contender contract he intends to cash in tonight to challenge for the title.

Frankie: Stupid-stupid-stupid move Scott, you should hold onto that case and cash it in when the World Champion is on her last legs, not when she sees you coming.

Greyson: Katelyn Buehler versus Scott Cannon, it’s on for tonight.

The camera zooms in on the briefcase that at last ends up in the Head Referee’s hands.

*CRUNCH*

The sound of an apple being bitten into echoes around the room as the lights cut, plunging the arena into total darkness and the rhythmic humming of Jen Titus’ “O Death” begins to fill the darkened room. Dim white lights flash on the stage in time with the humming vocal intro of the entrance music, fading in and out several times before the haunting voice of Jen Titus finally fills the arena. The room remains washed in darkness during the opening melody until the drums kick in with the second round of humming and this time, as the lights flash on and off again we see the figures of Eve, Siqua and Ba’al. The trio proceed along down the ramp to little fanfare from the audience.

Greyson: We switch gears now from a future title match to a championship bout taking place this very moment. Eve, the reigning Queen of the Ring Champion, and her partner Siqua to challenge for the Tag belts momentarily.

Frankie: Somebody call Immigration and have these bitches deported this INSTANT! What they and their little puppeteer Ba’al threatened to do to Kat Kelly backstage has me ready to….

Greyson: Do something more than sit there pissing and moaning?

Sparkles: We saw Siqua and Eve try to get a psychological advantage against the reigning tag champions Wicked Intent by abducting Kat and then threatening her backstage with that fire poker. It remains to be seen rather that just gave them any type of…..

Siqua, Eve and Ba’al continue to near the ring just before the curtains behind them fly open revealing both Kat Kelly and Lexy Chapel. Their forearms collide with the upper backs of their challengers, driving Eve and Siqua down to the ramp.

Greyson: We ain’t waiting to get this started fellas.

Sparkles: Wicked Intent insistent on revenge and getting it right now.

Frankie: You don’t stick a fire poker in Kat’s face and expect their not to be repercussions? That’s like sticking a pine cone in my ass and….wait, where was I going with this?

WICKED INTENT © VS. SIQUA & EVE:
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS

Kat Kelly flings her fist right upside the cheek of Siqua, the blows disorientating her target. A surprised Eve finds her jaw caved in by one jab after another thrown by Lexy Chapel as the two spiral around the ringside mats. Lexy takes hold of Eve’s head, and drags her along towards the steel turnbuckle post, cracking her face right up against it. Meanwhile on the opposite end of the ringside mats Siqua and Kat are continuing to lob bombs on one another. Siqua falls back against the barricade and a running knee caves in her ribcage. The blow has Siqua doubled over and clasping at her abdomen before she’s taken by the wrist and launched along towards the ring apron. At the last second Siqua turns so that it’s her back that takes much of the impact against the reinforced steel under the canvas.

Greyson: What a raucous start we’re off to in this Tag Title match. Wicked Intent motivated by what their challengers did to them two weeks as well as here tonight, hence why this bout is nothing shy of an out and out brawl.

Sparkles: With Wicked Intent on the offensive.

Frankie: Poor Lexy, no rest for her at all, we just saw her involved in one of the toughest bouts of her career against Marina Valdivia and yet here she is just a scant five minutes later brawling with the Sinistry.

The ‘father’ to Eve and Siqua, a man known as Ba’al, stands on the ramp and watches as the brawl consumes the ringside area. He has yet to interfere, instead watching as Eve is thrown along towards the barricade by Lexy. Right before Eve hits the steel she leaps right over it and right into the crowd. The fans jump out of the way just as Eve lands out amongst them. She then turns around and gets a running start back at the barrier, lunging up and onto it, catching her balance and preparing to dive off. However, Lexy shuts that down and shuts it down in a bad way. She runs straight at Eve, puts hands to her stomach and gives her a hearty shove back. Eve flies into the crowd and crashes across her back on the cement floor.

Greyson: Oh man, what a bad fall for Eve.

Sparkles: Did the back of her head crack against the concrete?

Frankie: We can only hope.

On the other end of the ringside area Siqua has managed to catch an inbound Kat upside the chin with a back elbow. The shot sends Kat staggering back and allows Siqua to move away from the apron she had been leaning against.

Cameras jump back to Eve, who is splayed across the concrete floor and Lexy, who is climbing up onto the barricade. She shows remarkable agility by leaping onto the barrier then readying to take flight. But just then Siqua grabs Lexy’s ankle and gives it a forceful tug, yanking her legs out from under her. The pull tears Lexy’s legs out from under her and causes her ribs to come slamming down right onto the top of the barrier. After having endured a very physical confrontation with Marina, this landing on the barricade hurt Lexy a thousand times worse than it normally would have. Her body is bent by the abs over the barricade, but it’s not her ribs she need to worry about at the moment. Eve has stepped in and grabbed Lexy around the head while Siqua has jumped over the barricade and joined her partner in trapping their opponent in a front chancery. Both Eve and Siqua simultaneously drop back, lifting Lexy off the barricade and into a stereo suplex that slams her spine into the concrete floor.

Frankie: Not my Lexy!!

Greyson: As if Eve’s fall into the floor wasn’t bad enough, now Lexy’s back taking a hell of an impact against the unforgiving cement.

Both Eve and Siqua rise to their feet on either side of their laid out foe, enjoying the sight of her agony. Sadly they’ve lost sight completely of another of their opponents, Kat running across the ringside mats and then leaving her feet as she dives over the barrier into a stereo clothesline. Neither Siqua nor Eve saw it coming, the clothesline that crushes either of their throats and knocks them to the floor. The fans cannot help but to express enthusiasm when it regards Kat’s devil may cry display. After dropping either adversary Kat focuses on just one, taking Siqua by hair and pulling her from the crowd, to ringside and ultimately into the squared circle. Kat goes to follow, climbing up onto the apron in order to finish Siqua off for her participation in the forced branding that was going to happen backstage. Unfortunately Kat is not nearly quick enough in the execution of her plans. Unbeknownst to the Tag Team Champion, another of her challengers, Eve has slipped in beneath her. Kat’s eyes widen as she’s dragged from the apron and then thrown via a running powerbomb over the barricade and right into a recovered Lexy in the crowd. Both Kat and Lexy collide with one another take a heinous spill to the floor amidst the high pitched screams of the crowd.

Frankie: NOOOOO!

Greyson: There is absolutely no holding back from either of the four athletes in this Tag Title bout.

Sparkles: This is the craziest start to a match that Sparkles has ever witnessed.

Lexy and Kat crawl away from the cement they smashed into and towards the barrier, using it to reach their feet. Eve is all over Lexy in a hurry, dragging her into the ring where Siqua is waiting for her, as is the ref who instantly calls for the bell. The Tag Title bout is officially underway and commences with Siqua pulling Lexy up from the ring with both of her arms trapped beneath her adversary’s pits. Siqua locks Lexy’s arms in place and then begins to headbutt her exposed collar bone over and over again. These brutal headbutts cause Lexy’s legs to buckle and for her to fall to her knees. Finally her arms are freed but her face isn’t as lucky. A running boot slams right upside Lexy’s cheek, knocking her to the canvas. After delivering the swift kick Siqua approaches her partner Eve and makes the tag.

Greyson: A smart move by Eve and Siqua here, focusing their assault on Lexy. They know she just wrestled and she has got to be weakened by her performance against Marina Valdivia.

In spite of the initial vigor that she showed Lexy is feeling particularly drained at this point as she’s pried from the canvas. Siqua once again traps Lexy’s arms, this time behind her back, exposing her ribs to the running basement dropkick unleashed by Eve. The impact knocks the wind out of her but proves nowhere as devastating as what follows. Siqua puts a shoulder to Lexy’s kidneys and then lifts her into the air for a back drop suplex. At the same time Eve leaps into the air, hitting a clothesline to Lexy’s throat just as she’s dropped into the suplex.

Sparkles: It appears as if Ba’al’s influence has really helped these two hone their craft and gel together as a team.

Greyson: They wouldn’t be number one contenders for the Tag Team Titles if they hadn’t meshed as a tandem.

Ba’al sagely watches from ringside as his girls take control of this confrontation. Their focus remains on Lexy, who Eve pulls along into a headbutt that catches her right across the bridge of the nose. As Lexy falls to the canvas her partner Kat manages to climb up onto the apron. Kat kneels in the corner of the ring and extends a hand in the hopes of a tag. Lexy begins to drag herself along towards her partner in order to tag out but Eve dashes past her opponent and nails a forearm to Kat’s cheek, sending her sailing from the apron to the ringside mats.

Frankie: HEEEY! Come on now!

Eve turns back to the middle of the ring where Lexy is knelt and prime for the pickings. Eve comes hustling towards her only for Lexy to surprise her inbound opponent with a big back drop. To the shock of Eve she finds out just how aerodynamic her body is as it flips through the air then plummets viciously to the ring. After delivering this counter Lexy falls back to her knees and begins to crawl towards her corner to make the tag only to realize that Kat is not there to receive it. Instead Kat has been knocked to the floor where she continues to try and recover. So Lexy turns back to Eve and gets a running start behind a clothesline that knocks the challenger to the canvas. Eve doesn’t stay down for long, working her way up from the ring just as Lexy speeds across it. She ricochets from the ropes and comes back into Eve….into Eve’s waiting arms. Eve manages to catch Lexy with a tilt a whirl straight into a back-breaker.

Lexy bounces off the knee, pops up to her feet and grabs at her kidneys. Eve drives those kidneys into the turnbuckle though. Immediately after hitting the back-breaker Eve wedges her shoulder to Lexy’s ribs and shoves her along into the corner, crushing her spine against the post. Siqua reaches over the ropes and tags Eve’s shoulder before entering the ring. She steps to the middle of the ring and waits for her mistress to serve her. Eve whips Lexy out of the corner and into Siqua’s spinning powerslam. After hitting the move Siqua remains stretched across Lexy’s chest and is hooking the leg.

Lexy throws her arm from the canvas and into the air, avoiding a loss of the Tag Team Championships.

Greyson: Siqua and Eve verging ever closer to doing what no other team has been capable of thus far and taking the belts off of Wicked Intent.

Frankie: Wicked Intent are creating a dynasty with those belts, and the old Sinistry are not going to end it.

Greyson: It would be a major feather in Ba’al’s cap to return to the IWC and have his followers win the tag straps. But no doubt it would stick in the crawl of Ba’al’s FORMER follower Jessica Wilde, who’s TRUE Sinistry, has been embroiled in a war with Ba’al and his ladies for weeks now.

Although Lexy got her shoulder up it’s no guarantee that she’ll still be leaving with the tag belts. Siqua and Eve continue to decimate her in route to claiming the belts. Another tag is made bringing Eve back into the contest. She and Siqua drag Lexy along back to her feet and then hoist her up into a double gut buster across both of their elevated knees. Siqua then stands up at Lexy’s side, putting her in a pumphandle stretch position. Siqua lifts Lexy into a pumphandle slam position while Eve leaps into the air, catching Lexy around the head on her way down to the canvas. The crowd screams at the sight of the pumphandle slam, reverse neck-breaker combination.

Sparkles: Where did that come from!?!

Greyson: These two ladies continuing to impress the hell out of me in this match.

Frankie: I’m getting so sick to my stomach. Sparkles, hand me Lovejoy’s baseball cap.

Sparkles; Sure.

Greyson: I don’t think so, you’re not using it as a vomit bucket.

Instead of going for the pin Eve continues to inflict a little bit of punishment on her adversary. The theme to Jaws should start playing as Eve crawls in circles around Lexy, waiting to surface and sink her jagged teeth into the flesh of her adversary. Lexy is struggling towards her feet just as Eve prepares to end this, to end this with the Totalis. Just as Lexy gets to her feet Eve leaps into the air from behind, attempting to catch her with the leaping reverse bulldog. But right before Eve can latch onto Lexy’s head, she drops down out of the way and causes her opponent to miss an opportunity to finish this match. Eve flies over Lexy and lands on her feet with her back to her opponent. Lexy runs in behind her challenger, takes her around the waist and goes to roll her over backwards into a pin. However, Eve refuses to be rolled up and instead runs forward at the turnbuckle. Lexy remains latched onto her opponent’s waist, still trying to roll her opponent up. Neither Eve nor Lexy are cognizant of the fact that they are running towards the very same corner that Kat is standing in. She reaches over and makes a blind tag to the back of Lexy, who is presently dropping down and finally rolling Eve into a pin. But Eve counters in mid-roll, ending up with Lexy folded beneath her. The challenger sits on the back of Lexy’s thighs in order to keep the champion’s shoulders pressed to the canvas.

However, the referee doesn’t make the count and is just about to inform Eve that Lexy is not her legal opponent but she doesn’t have to. Kat comes leaping from her team’s corner and into a missile dropkick on Eve’s chest. The blow sends her flying back to the middle of the ring.

Greyson: Kat with the tag and now a HUGE dropkick that just crushed Eve’s chest.

Frankie: YAAAAY, Wicked Intent ALL…..THE….WAAAAAY!

The dropkick hit with so much force that it sent Eve rolling all the way into her corner where Siqua makes the tag. Under the instruction of Ba’al, Siqua climbs the turnbuckle and then leaps straight out of it. She dives into Kat and connects with Kat’s boots. Kat sees Siqua coming off the top rope and acts quickly. She dashes at a kneeling Lexy, steps off her partners back and hits a dropkick on the airborne Siqua’s ribs, knocking her to the canvas.

Greyson: OUCH!

Sparkles: Another HUGE dropkick unleashed by Kat, this one with a little aid from her partner Lexy.

Again the fans find themselves riled up by yet another dropkick that has broken down the challengers for the tag titles. Amazingly Siqua feels no pain when rising to her feet and the physical juggernaut is already staggering towards Kat only to walk right into a spinning back kick to the gut. Siqua doubles over just as Kat takes her by the back of the head and leaps into the air. Siqua’s face is dragged down right into the canvas with a modified face buster, Kat coming down on her knees right beside her opponent’s injured skull. No sooner does Siqua’s face bounce back off the ring and she pops up to her knees before finding Kat’s shin sailing right into her cheek. The shining wizard crushes Siqua upside the head, the blow knocking her back towards the center of the squared circle.

Kat briefly checks on her partner Lexy, who lays on her side across the canvas recovering, and then turns attention back to her opponent. Kat hurries along towards Siqua and pops her upside the temple with a right hand, followed by another and then another. The blows have a rising Siqua stumbling back into the ropes. Just as Siqua falls into the cables Kat takes her by the wrist with the intention of shooting her off across the ring. She successfully Irish whips Siqua but doesn’t have a chance to complete the second stage of her move, because another of her opponent’s interferes. Eve jumps to the apron behind Kat, reaches over the ropes and grabs her by the shoulder. Eve spins Kat around and cracks her upside the cheek with a punch. All the while Siqua is ricocheting from the far ropes that she was whipped into and is now running in behind Kat. She lungs into the air for a forearm to Kat’s back but the Tag Champ steps out of the way. As a result Siqua’s forearm flies over the ropes and unintentionally connects with the jaw of her own partner. A stunned Eve is sent flying off the apron and crashing to ringside at the feet of her master Ba’al.

Greyson: That could prove to be a very costly miscue for the challengers.

Sparkles: But look at Eve, this woman is inhuman, she’s already getting back to her feet.

Eve is standing up with the aid of the apron while her partner Siqua has ricocheted from the cables she bounced from chest first and is rolling over backwards to the middle of the ring. She gets to her knees just as her adversary comes hustling towards her. Kat leaps into the air for another shining wizard but her move is thwarted and thwarted in a very vicious manner. Kat is caught on Siqua’s shoulders, lifted into the air and then thrown via a running release powerbomb into the turnbuckle. At the same time the leg of Siqua’s partner Eve flies up from the apron and over the turnbuckle, catching Kat right in the back of her head.

Frankie: What the hell? That was a move out of Wicked Intent’s playbook!

Greyson: In this case imitation is not the sincerest form of flattery.

The kick and the buckle bomb work in consortium to knock all the fight from Kat’s body. She is grabbed by the back of her skull and is just thrown down by Siqua. As a result Kat rolls to the middle of the ring where she ends up on her knees, bobbing from side to side. All the while Siqua is making the tag to Eve, who enters the ring and crouches right beside her partner. The two stomp in anticipation of hitting stereo superkicks.

Frankie: This is just going too far now.

Greyson: Eve and Siqua about to unleash their own version of the Superkick Soiree.

Sparkles: It won’t be a Superkick Soiree, it’ll be a Superkick Slaughterhouse.

Frankie: They know Wicked Intent are world famous for their superkicks. This is just a violation of the highest order.

The superkicks are unleashed, but not by Eve or Siqua. From behind Siqua is caught and spun around just as Lexy lunges into a superkick that cracks her right on the chin. As Siqua twists out of the way Eve’s superkick flies right past her partner’s head and nails Lexy in the jaw. The blow has sent Lexy spiraling along and into the cables. Eve has no time to enjoy the fruits of her labors because Kat joins in on the soiree by superkicking the Queen of the Ring Champion straight in her cheek. The blow sends Eve twisting down to her knees while her opponent approaches Lexy, helping her partner regain her faculties. Kat then turns towards her adversaries and rushes straight into a stereo superkick unleashed by both Eve and Siqua.

The shot takes Kat almost clean out of her boots and sends her hurdling into the canvas. At the same time Lexy stumbles away from the ropes she had been propped against just as Eve and Siqua unleash ANOTHER double superkick. This time Lexy side steps Eve’s boot and catches Siqua’s. Lexy uses her hold on Siqua’s ankle to fling her leg along right into Eve’s stomach. The quick reflexes of Eve take over, instinctively catching her tag team partner’s foot before it hits her in the gut and now holding it. As a result Siqua is balancing herself on one foot, or at least she was until Lexy hits a step up enzugari on the back of her head.

Siqua falls to the ring while Eve dashes at Lexy to avenge her partner. She throws a lariat at Lexy’s head that is ducked under. Eve’s forward momentum carries her into the ropes and once she’s bounced off of them she runs right into a STEREO superkick unleashed by Lexy and a recovered Kat. The fans stand up and give a loud ovation as a result of this fast paced exchange.

Frankie: WHAT A SOIREE!!

Greyson: Kicks! Kicks! Kicks!!

Sparkles: They’re coming from everywhere and anywhere. One might pop up and smack you in the jaw Lovejoy.

Frankie: That would be the single greatest thing to happen in the history of mankind since the invention of Hustler magazine.

Clearly Ba’al does not enjoy the visual of his student Eve strewn across the ring suffering the results of the stereo superkick. Though he’ll be far more agitated when seeing Eve hit with the Raising the Standard. Lexy approaches the turnbuckle and climbs as fast as her exhausted body will allow. She reaches the top rope and readies to come flying from it into the Twisting Phoenix Splash. Lexy comes off the corner but not of her own volition. Siqua runs across the ring, puts hands to Lexy’s calf muscles and gives them a shove. As a result Lexy’s legs are taken out from under and she ends up falling back into the tree of woe. This won’t do in Kat’s mind. She runs across the ring to avenge her partner only to find herself caught with a drop toe hold. It’s not bad enough that Kat goes falling to the ring, but her forehead collides with Lexy’s chest while she was still hung from the tree of woe.

Greyson: An accidental impact between Kat and Lexy.

Frankie: I’m in tears right now. TEARS!

Kat rolls away from her partner, leaving Lexy dangling upside down and at the mercy of her opponents. Eve runs the length of the ring and then hits a hanging dropkick right into Lexy’s skull. Eve then rolls out of the way just as Siqua runs the length of the ring and flips forward into a cannonball senton that sends her back crashing right into Lexy’s chest.

Greyson: The Challengers continuing to build momentum!

Frankie: Do something Kat! DO SOOOMETHING!

Siqua rolls over backwards after hitting the cannonball senton and returns to her feet, though it seems she’s going to be knocked straight to the canvas once again. She turns to her side and spots Kat standing on the ring apron, prompting Siqua to go dashing at her prey. However, Kat manages to drop down and slide under the ropes as well as through Siqua’s legs. Kat then stands up behind Siqua and signals that she’s going for the Chelsea Smile. Kat leaps into the air, wedges her knees to Siqua’s back and readies to deliver the backstabber. That’s when Siqua grabs the top rope, holding tight and refusing to be pulled down into Kat’s knees. As a result Kat remains elevated with her knees embedded into Siqua’s upper back, or at least she stays in that position just long enough for Eve to leap into the air and pull Kat down into the Totalis.

Greyson: OOOOH WWWWOOWW!

Sparkles: That was friggin awesome!

Greyson: Totalis! Totalis!

Sparkles: The belts are about to change hands.

Frankie: This isn’t happening! I’m so distraught I’m about to piss blood!

The crowd is oh so exuberant in their display of emotion as Eve and Siqua prepare to take the IWC Tag Team Titles. Ba’al even manages to produce a very rarely seen smile. Though happiness is not an emotion commonly associated with the leader of the Sinistry, and he’s reminded why he is the embodiment of perpetual dread when he notices a gathering of familiar faces massing behind the barricade at his side. Ba’al’s attention has deviated to the group that has dubbed themselves the TRUE Sinistry. Jessica Wilde leads her brood along through the crowd, finding herself flanked by Benjamin Flynn, Executioner, Lilith Evans and Decay. The five fearsome foils of Ba’al, Eve and Siqua, force their way through the crowd before at last coming to a stop directly behind the barricade.

Greyson: Tensions building here. It looks as if the TRUE Sinistry have just shown up. Jessica Wilde leading Benjamin Flynn, Decay, Lilith Evans and Executioner out here towards the ring.

Frankie: What are even more Uprising talents doing on our show?

Sparkles: As we mentioned earlier, Siqua, Eve and Ba’al have been embroiled in a bit of a turf war over on the Uprising brand with Ba’al’s former followers.

It is evident in Ba’al’s mind that the True Sinistry are not in attendance this evening merely to watch the culmination of this Tag Team Title bout. Ba’al will not allow his past demons to effect the outcome of this hotly contested championship match. He steps towards the barricade and stops on the side opposite that of his former charge Wilde, and his former servant Decay.

Ba’al: I am afraid the five of you have no business here.

Wilde: That’s where you’re wrong, master.

Ba’al: Do take your leave before something unpleasant follows…..

Unpleasant doesn’t even begin to describe the fist that flies over the barricade and cracks Ba’al right upside his jaw. Decay, once a steadfast minion of Ba’al and his regime, blasts his former leader with such force across the chin that it instantly takes him from his feet.

Greyson: DECAY! He just punched his former master Ba’al right in the face!

Sparkles: That’s been a long time coming. We’ve seen those two butt heads over on Uprising and now it’s spilled over to night two of this Upping the Ante pay-per-view event.

The sucker punch has left Ba’al laid across the ground with a hand moving towards his bloated lip. Back inside of the ring Siqua has noticed what just happened at ringside to a member of the family that she has faithfully served the vast majority of her life. She immediately leaves the ring, slipping to the outside and checking on Ba’al, prompting Wilde and her TRUE Sinistry to begin backing their way through the crowd.

Wilde: Not yet….

Warns Wilde as she sweeps her arms out to her sides and pushes back her followers.

Meanwhile inside of the ring Eve has crawled into the cover on Kat and looks to secure the Tag Team Titles for her team.

Greyson: Ba’al laid out at ringside by Decay, but back inside of the squared circle Ba’al’s student Eve is about to capture the Tag Team Titles.

Frankie: Someone PLEASE tell me I took some bad shrooms before the pay-per-view and that all of this is a hallucination.

The referee makes the count to confirm that the Tag Team Titles are about to change hands.

The official’s hand begins to come down at the exact same time that Lexy’s body comes down out of the turnbuckle. She pulls herself up from the tree of woe she had been hung in and then stands on the top rope before flying back into the Raising the Standard. Lexy hits the Twisting Phoenix Splash onto the back of an unsuspecting Eve.

Greyson: Where did Lexy just come from!?!

Frankie: YES! YEEESSSS!!!

The fatal impact has incapacitated Eve, who rolls to her back. Lexy crawls across the ring and throws herself across Eve’s body, pinning the challenger. All of this goes down behind the back of Siqua, who is far too preoccupied as she stands at ringside and checks on Ba’al’s condition. She has no idea that inside of the ring the referee is making the count on Eve.

The fans go nuts, yes, imagine that, a sold out arena is cheering for Lexy Chapel. She celebrates her win by recoiling from Eve’s body and throwing her arms up above her head. The referee hands her the Tag Team Title strap that she rips right out of his clutches. She then pie faces the official and rises to her feet, lifting the belt high above her head. Kat then stumbles towards her, wrapping arms around Lexy’s waist. The two hug as they celebrate this successful title defense, maybe one of the hardest fought of their careers.

Greyson: Lexy and Kat endured one hell of a clash here tonight to walk out of here with those Tag Team Titles.

Sparkles: It looks like Eve had the win after hitting the Totalis on Kat but then Lexy came flipping off that top rope, hit the Raising the Standard and it led to a successful title defense for the champs tonight.

Frankie: Eve never saw Lexy coming, and that’s what it took for Wicked Intent to emerge from this match with the titles.

Lexy and Kat continue to lean on one another while lifting their belts up high. Meanwhile Siqua is climbing up onto the apron, glaring into the ring ant a laid out Eve and shaking her head in despair. She looks between Eve spread across the canvas and Ba’al spread across the ringside mats. Upset with herself over the conditions of both those she was here to protect.

The blood has stopped flowing from Tabitha Silverstone’s nose, but the lump on her forehead is only swelling larger and larger. She hasn’t moved from the floor where we last saw her sitting just moments after being assaulted. The only difference is now she has company in the hallway. An EMT is kneeling down beside Tabitha and cautiously feeling at her face with his gloved hands, ensuring there are no broken bones. The EMT is not the only one checking on Tabitha, because both of her clients, Andre Jordan and Marina Valdivia have also gathered about their agent.

Andre: Who did this to you!?! GIVE ME A NAME!

It’s a very rare sight to see Andre lose his customary cool. The side of his fist slams into the wall that Tabitha has propped her back against.

Tabitha: I don’t…..I don’t….remember….

Apparently Tabitha is far too light headed to recall who was responsible for putting her in this present condition.

Marina: Don’t worry about that right now Tabitha.

The hand of her client gently slides onto Tabitha’s shoulder.

EMT: Ma’am, I’m gonna have to take these sunglasses off….

The cracked sunglasses that have sat on the edge of Tabitha’s nose all this time threaten to be removed.

Tabitha: MIKA!

Blurts out Tabitha the moment she feels the sunglasses beginning to pull back from her nose. Andre grabs the EMT by the wrist, staying his hand.

Andre: Hold on there Chief. (Turns to Tabitha) What did you say?

Tabitha: I think-I think-I think it was….Mika.

The name that Tabitha just gave Andre has the former 2 time Evolution Champion snarling. Never before has Dre looked quite so nuclear.

Andre: That psychotic bitch!!

Marina: Dre, calm down….

Andre: I won’t calm down DAMMIT!

A nearby trashcan is picked up and thrown the length of the hallway by an infuriated Andre.

Voice: AAAAAAHHHH!!!

A piercing cry can be heard from the same general vicinity that Dre just threw the heavy steel trashcan in. Dre’s eyes widen as he whips around and sees several people have now gathered around the body of the unconscious backstage correspondent Susie Moore. Lying right next to her head is the trashcan that Dre absent mindedly threw down the hall. The moment Andre realizes what’s he done his trembling fingers slide over his gaping mouth.

Marina: What did you do Dre!?!

Marina hurries past Dre and joins several others in checking on Susie’s condition. All the while Andre is backing further and further from the scene of the crime. That’s until a hand latches onto his ankle, the hand of his agent Tabitha Silverstone.

Tabitha: This isn’t your fault Dre.

Dre’s widened eyes shoot towards the bloodied and swelled face of Silverstone, not even noticing the smile that has formed.

Tabitha: This is ALL Mika’s fault!

The very same ambulance that was featured at the start of the pay-per-view is once again spotlighted. However, this time the drivers are nowhere to be seen. Neither Serenity nor Cindy Todd are anywhere in the vicinity of the ambulance the two New Eden members were shown driving into the arena tonight. The commentators speak up in the background, their voices overlapping the image of the vehicle ominously stationed in the parking garage.

Frankie: From the looks of things that ambulance we saw New Eden arrive in earlier tonight may come in handy right about now.

Sparkles: Tabitha Silverstone injured and now Susie Moore has just been laid out backstage as well.

Greyson: By of all people, Andre Jordan?

Sparkles: But one has to wonder why New Eden showed up in that ambulance this evening? What do they have planned for it?

Frankie: More accurately, who do they have planned to take a ride inside of it?

The moment that cameras return to the interior of the arena the excited fans are bombarded with the sounds of ‘We Own It’ playing over the loud speakers. Everyone gathered within the building have lunged directly onto their feet to let out a roar at the sight of much loved grappler Andre Jordan. Instead of making his customary jaunt through the crowd and towards the ring, he employs the ramp-way. He seems to be deeply troubled by what happened just a moment ago backstage.

Frankie: This guy has got some nerve showing up right now.

Greyson: Give Andre Jordan a break Frankie. What happened in the back was clearly an accident. He didn’t intend to throw that trashcan into our colleague Susie Moore’s head.

Sparkles: Yeah, it was obviously an accident brought on by stress.

Greyson: For God sakes, Andre had just found out that his agent had been attacked by his opponent tonight, Mika Kozlov.

Sparkles: As concerned as Sparkles is about Susie’s well-being and Andre’s mental health, we really should focus on what brings Dre to the ring right now.

Greyson: Right Sparkles, let’s TRY to focus on this match and we’ll give you the fans an update on the conditions of Tabitha and Susie the moment we find out more.

Frankie: Dre is scheduled to take on Mika Kozlov here in a Semi-Final Round match in the World Title Number One Contender Tournament.

Greyson: Let’s go back and show everyone what Dre went through to get here to the Semi-Finals.

A video package begins to play that documents Andre Jordan’s intense struggle to reach this stage of the tournament. First the video showcases Dre’s opening round clash against opponent Mordecai. After enduring a very physical bout Mordecai intentionally gets himself disqualified with the intent of inflicting further damage on Andre, hitting him with a post-match powerbomb for no other reason but to injure Dre’s ribs.

Two weeks after enduring a very physical war with Mordecai, Andre finds himself in competition against a very different brand of athlete. The former World Champion Orlando Cruze tries to prevent Andre from moving on in the tournament and looks as if he’ll prove successful in doing so. However, when Orlando goes for a superkick on his ailing opponent’s jaw Dre manages to counter into a roll up and a win. After his victory however, Dre finds himself assaulted by Orlando, receiving a superkick straight in the very ribcage that was injured just two weeks prior.

Cameras have gone back live and have focused on the ring where Andre Jordan looks bothered by both his ribs and by his actions backstage. He paces back and forth through the ring with his hands sliding over his skull.

Greyson: Andre definitely faced a very steep climb in getting to the Semi-Finals of this tournament.

Sparkles: And he suffered after each of his previous victories in the tourney. First Mordecai injured Dre’s ribs with the Embrace the Dark power-bomb, then Orlando superkicked Dre in his ribcage.

Frankie: Plus Mordecai attacked Dre’s ribs AGAIN two weeks ago.

Greyson: Dre may not be physically or mentally ready for this match.

Sparkles: Yeah, because his opponent tonight is definitely inside of his head.

Greyson: Can Dre overcome his adversary Mika Kozlov tonight to join Marina Valdivia in the finals of the tournament to be contested later on here at Upping the Ante?

The slow tunes of “I Started A Joke” by Sydney Chase plays throughout the arena…..

The arena goes dark……

A strobe light shines throughout the arena…..

Laser Lights begin to flicker in the dark and into the middle of the entrance way where we see a woman hanging upside down on some elevated bars and straps as she spins around. She bends back revealing her painted clown face, it is Mika Kozlov. She starts to slowly use her ballet talent to exercise some of her moves before she slowly drops her legs down and drops onto the stage beside her revered leader Aiken Frost. The sight of these two has Andre’s blood boiling.

Sparkles: For weeks Mika Kozlov has been eluding to the fact that she has a boyfriend, and on our bi-weekly syndicated program Riot we found out that Andre was that boyfriend.

Greyson: Problem is Andre wasn’t in on this fact, and has sense refused Mika’s ‘charms.’

Frankie: Andre had to have been born without a penis if he can resist Mika.

Greyson: The unique relationship between Dre and Mika, or the lack-thereof is just one subplot to follow headed into this match.

Frankie: Let’s show everybody what got Mika, the only former World Champion left in this tournament, to the Semi-Finals here tonight.

We get another video package that highlights everything Mika Kozlov had to go through to get just two matches away from becoming Number One Contender to the World Title. In her first round match we witness her collide with Selena Frost in a highly combative and very competitive confrontation. In the end Mika manages to catch Selena off guard with the Killing Joke, her rendition of the Sister Abigail. Selena’s face is brutally spiraled around and sent crashing into the ring apron, resulting in Mika’s victory.

In the second round of the tournament Mika faces off with the up and coming Samantha Raine. The two have what is arguably the most athletic match in the tournament. After a multitude of transitions, reversals and momentum changes, Raine makes one fatal error that ends up costing her gravely. She dives through the ropes into a suicide headbutt only to be caught in Mika’s arms and hit with the Killing Joke right across the ringside mats. Mika then pins Raine a few seconds later to officially put herself into the Semi-Finals here this evening.

We return to live action as the eagerly anticipated clash between Andre Jordan and Mika Kozlov prepares to go down. While Dre snarls at Mika, Mika giggles and waves at Dre. Planted at ringside is Aiken Frost, who does not snarl nor does he smile. He just stands there as emotionless and as still as a tombstone.

Sparkles: Mika went through Selena Frost and Samantha Raine to get here tonight, but will she be able to clear Andre Jordan, clear Marina Valdivia in the same night to become the number one contender?

Greyson: As Frankie mentioned earlier, Mika is the only former World Champion remaining in this tournament, and one would have to think that would give her an advantage.

Frankie: She’s got more of an advantage than just her championship pedigree. The woman is a BEAST. She’s too hot to handle, too cold to hold, they call her Mika Kozlov and she’s in control.

Greyson: Andre’s gonna have his hands full with her that’s for sure.

Frankie: Mika actually offered to give him a handful of her and he turned her down.

ANDRE JORDAN VS. MIKA KOZLOV:
SEMI-FINAL WORLD TITLE #1 CONTENDER TOURNAMENT MATCH

The bell rings in the background to signify the start of what could potentially be the show stealing match of the evening, or perhaps the most SADISTIC. Andre, who is still affected by his actions backstage, begins to approach Mika with his fist cocked back ready to swing. But just then Mika lashes out with something else, not a punch, but a HUG. She not only throws her arms around Dre’s neck but her legs around his waist, putting all of herself into her snuggle.

Frankie: This might just be the greatest wresting hold I’ve ever seen.

Greyson: It’s a hug you idiot.

An amused Aiken watches from outside the squared circle as Mika continues to latch onto Andre with the hug. She bats her eyes directly into Dre’s confused face.

Mika: Can I have a nibble? A lick of my chocolate pudding?

She doesn’t wait for permission, her tongue extends and slides right up Andre’s face. It rolls over his chin, over his lips, over his nostrils and up the bridge of his nose.

Mika: Mmmmm…yummy for my tummy.

At last Andre reciprocates the hug, wrapping his arms around Mika’s hips. It’s not a snuggle Andre wants though, instead it’s a belly to belly suplex. Mika’s hug and the body scissors she had locked in on Dre’s waist are broken when she goes flipping through the air. The collision with the canvas has Mika clasping at her spine and yet laughing crazily. Andre sizes her up, bending at the knees as he readies for a big running spear on Kozlov. The rage seen in Dre’s face is very uncharacteristic of the former 2 time Evolution Champion, who is steamrolling towards his adversary’s ribs. Mika suddenly side steps Dre at the last second and takes him by the back of the head, throwing him through the ropes to the outside of the ring. Instead of crashing to the ground Andre lands on his feet and is about to dash back into the squared circle. However, he stops when he climbs to the apron and looks through the ropes at his opponent who is down on all fours, her backside aimed towards him.

Mika: Let us make a human centipede, you and I.

One of Mika’s demonic black eyes wink at Andre, who does not take her up on her offer. Instead of burying his face where the sun doesn’t shine he leaps into the ring, grabs Mika by the leg and takes advantage of her positioning by applying the step over crossface.

Greyson: Mika tried to offer Andre rear-door access but he didn’t take her up on the offer.

Sparkles: Instead he’s got her locked in the STF.

Frankie: That fruity bastard.

Greyson: This has definitely got to be one of the most unorthodox starts to a match that I can remember.

Mika CLAWS at the canvas and manages to reach out to her side, her body positioned just close enough to the ropes to grab the bottom one. A five count is started by the referee in order to get the intense Andre off of his adversary. Instead of allowing himself to be disqualified and lose out on a potential World Title match Dre breaks the hold and as a thus this allows Mika to roll from the squared circle.

Mika: Kinky.

Sensually moans Mika once at ringside, reacting to the submission Andre had her wrapped up in. She climbs up onto the apron holding onto the top rope and winking her ebony shaded eye in her opponents direction. Andre latches onto that rope and gives it a yank, flipping Mika over the ropes and back into the ring. She crashes onto her seat and rolls away from Dre, who is racing after his opposition only to come to a stop when Mika’s hand shoots into the air and wraps right around his genitalia.

Mika: I knew you were happy to see me.

The hand clasped tight to Andre’s junk is swatted away finally. Dre then turns his side on the kneeling Mika and goes for the superkick on her jaw. Before he can fully execute his plan Mika launches from her knees with the top of her head crushing Andre in his groin. The referee is just about to threaten Mika with disqualification only to be dragged out of the ring. He now comes face to face with Aiken Frost, who offers his own warning, insisting that something of a nefarious nature might just befall the referee should he disqualify Mika. Back in the ring Andre continues to clasp at his testicles while his opponent is dashing into a hard forearm smash to the side of his face. Dre goes twisting to the ring, landing on his back beside the demented Mika.

Mika quickly ascends the nearest corner, reaching the top rope and then flying from it directly into the big headbutt. Her skull crashes not into Andre’s chest, but right into his crotch. As Andre flops around on the canvas clasping at his testicles, the referee returns to the squared circle, having totally missed yet another blatant low blow. All he is sees is Andre rolling around clasping at his groin. Eventually he starts to work his way up to his elbows and knees while Mika sits down on the small of his back. She pantomimes firing pistols above her head as she rides Dre like a horse.

Mika: Gitty up pudding! Gitty up!

Although Andre’s crotch has taken multiple blows….not the type of blows most men would hope for…he manages to turn this ‘horsey ride’ to his advantage. He scoots back and through Mika’s legs, ending up kneeling behind her with one of her ankles in his hands. A hard yank is given to Mika’s leg, dropping her to the canvas and subjecting her to the ankle lock.

Greyson: First the STF, and now the ankle lock. Andre employing his wide array of submission holds in an effort to combat Kozlov’s craziness.

Frankie: There’s no force on earth greater than Mika’s madness. For God sakes, she just tried to ride Andre like a horse.

Sparkles: Sparkles had a pony once, but it wasn’t nearly as tasty as I thought it be.

Mika is in misery resulting from the ankle lock that threatens to snap her leg. Yet she giggles all the way along into the ropes that she has finally latched her hands around. Andre breaks the hold but maintains a grip on Mika’s ankles, giving them a tug in order to pull her back to the middle of the ring. Instead when her legs are pulled Mika flips completely over backwards then lands on her feet.

Mika: Ta-da!

Mika highlights her agility by throwing arms out to her sides and smiling at the fist that flies towards her face. Mika manages to side step the punch aimed at her face and take Andre by the back of his head, throwing him through the ropes to the exterior of the ring. This time the moment Andre falls to the mats he reaches back into the squared circle he was just tossed from and grabs Mika by the ankle. He rips her foot right out from under her and then gives it a tug, dragging Mika from the squared circle. She drops onto her back on the ringside mats while her ankle is elevated and twisted in Dre’s hands.

It appears Andre is going to get the ankle lock applied only to have Mika reverse by putting her boots to his chest and kicking him off. Dre staggers back and collides with the steel steps, his side withstanding much of the impact.

Greyson: Oh no! Dre’s ribs crushing the steel stairs.

Sparkles: And as documented by the video before this match Dre has been dealing with some nagging rib injuries these past few months.

The stairs serve as both a prop for Andre and as a detriment to him. Mika comes running along into a spear that nails Andre to the gut and drives his side into the stairs once more. Andre calls out while his knees buckle, the strain on his ribs far too much for him to tolerate.

Frankie: And as you can predict Mika is honing her assault in on that mid-section.

Andre is dragged away from the stairs only to be driven ribs first into them once more. The threat of internal bleeding is becoming a reality at this point, one that Andre has to contend with if he wants to become number one contender to the World Title. Andre is flung back into the ring, rolling to the middle of it where he will get no time for recuperation. Mika re-enters the ring and re-enters it violently, flying from the top rope and into a headbutt, her skull crushing Dre’s ribs.

Frankie: As insane as she is, Mika is also very skilled when it comes to that ring, she wouldn’t be a former World Champion if she wasn’t.

Greyson: But Andre is no slouch himself. He’s made a career out of combating injuries and coming back from them. That’s how he managed to win two Evolution Titles.

The groans from Andre echo throughout the arena but are soon drowned out by Mika’s laughter. She actually lays down across Andre’s chest and stomach while swinging her arms and legs out to her sides.

Sparkles: Is Mika doing what Sparkles thinks she’s doing?

Frankie: She’s ummm, making snow angels on top of Andre.

Greyson: Mika is no angel.

At ringside Aiken is looking quite amused by the visual of his beloved Mika making snow angels on top of Dre. But all that amusement ends when Andre reaches up and slaps a sleeper hold on Mika. Her arms stop swaying to her side and now start to frantically swing through the air as she tries to find an escape from this predicament.

Greyson: Andre with the rear naked choke latched onto Mika. All of this lunacy she’s displayed throughout the match coming back to haunt her.

The submission is locked on very tight and with enough force to drain the life from Mika’s body. Yet with one swing of her elbow into Dre’s ribs, the choke is broken. Mika rolls back to her feet and then lunges into the air, coming down with a standing splash across Dre’s already injured mid-section. She then hooks Dre’s leg for the three.

That’s not enough to finish off a man who has made a career out of perseverance. Andre throws his shoulder up off of the canvas and has left Mika pouting.

Mika: Why would you keep me from the title pudding? I thought you loved me?

The honeymoon is definitely over. Mika rolls from the ring with a grip on Andre’s wrist. She uses her immense strength to pull Andre along into the turnbuckle post, wedging his ribs against them. Mika drags on both Dre’s wrist and his ankle, bending his battered torso around the steel turnbuckle post. With Andre yelling out in pain it’s almost impossible to hear the referee starting his five count and drawing ever so closer to disqualifying Kozlov.

Finally Mika releases her adversary and lets him wriggle off her hook. She leaps up onto the apron, grabs the top strand and then goes flying up onto it. She twists in mid-air, dropping across the back of her knees on the top rope and then moonsaulting over backwards. She crashes straight into Andre’s ribs, putting even more pressure and inflicting even more punishment on his already wounded abdomen.

Mika scoots in behind a seated Dre and extends her legs, wrapping them around his wounded ribs. She employs the walnut cracking strength of her thighs to exert pressure on Andre’s ribs. A vice is employed on her target, resulting in Dre trying to yell out in agony but finding it impossible to speak. That oxygen that was in his lungs is squeezed right out of it thanks to Mika’s hold.

Sparkles: Andre’s ribs can’t withstand this level of punishment after everything they’ve endured the past several weeks.

Frankie: Especially when those ribs are being worked over by Mika ‘friggin’ Kozlov.

Greyson: A woman who rejoices in the suffrage of other human beings.

Frankie: They’re not human beings in Mika’s mind. They’re just toys for her to play with and once she’s had her fun she chucks them in the trash.

Andre is not a toy, nor will he be toyed around with. His elbow comes down into Mika’s knee again and again and again until she is forced to break her hold. Mika merely transitions from one submission to another. She breaks the bearhug with her legs in order to wedge a knee into the small of Dre’s spine while pulling back on his jaw. The rear chin lock puts a lot of pressure on Dre’s mid-section and on his neck as well. Yet in spite of this he is still laboring to get back up and back on his feet.

At last Andre is standing but that won’t last very much longer. Mika puts her hands to Andre’s back and gives him a shove, sending her charging right along into the turnbuckle, his mid-section crashing into it. He ricochets from the corner and staggers back into Mika’s waiting knee. She leaps into the air and hits the knee strike on Dre’s back, the blow sending him stumbling forward into the cables then falling through them.

Greyson: That may be a very fortuitous tumble by Andre, as it creates some separation from Mika.

Frankie: But Mika is like a vulture, she’s just waiting to swoop in with her claws and carry off the carrion.

As Dre works his way up from the ground Mika goes running across the ring, grabbing the top rope and clearing it in one giant hurdle. She goes for a back first senton but Andre manages to jump back at the last second avoiding a collision. As a result Mika flips over and lands on her feet, but she’s not going to remain upright very much longer. Dre catches her right around the waist and then lifts her into the air, twisting her down to the mats into a belly to belly suplex.

Greyson: Mika THROWN into the mats with that suplex!

The impact with the thin protective matting has Mika clasping at her back all the way up and onto her feet. She stands just as Andre swoops in and takes her around the waist. The crowd screams as Andre throws her over head into a SECOND belly to belly suplex. Upon colliding with the mats Mika lets out a roar, not of pain, but of laughter.

Both Andre and Mika are showing the signs of the physical nature of this tournament match as they stand back up. Mika leans back against the steel steps but Andre races in and hits her with a lariat that sends her flipping over the stairs and hitting the ground. Andre rolls into the ring then back out to break the official’s count. He then races at the steel steps that Mika is standing on the opposite side of. The quick witted Dre leaps onto the stairs and prepares to dive off of them only to find his legs knocked out from under him. Mika pushes on Dre’s shins, sweeping his legs back and causing him to come crashing down ribs first right onto the steel steps.

Sparkles: Andre’s ribs! Andre’s ribs into the stairs!

Frankie: That was a nasty little landing.

Andre remains splayed across the stairs and doesn’t have the strength to reach for the ribs that collided with them. He is so preoccupied with his injuries that he doesn’t see Mika climbing up onto the top rope high above him. She leaps from the corner and then comes crashing down with a double stomp straight onto Andre’s back, grinding his ribs against the steel steps. The fans explode into a ‘holy shit’ chant as a result of Andre’s brutal collision with the steps and the devastating double stomp that followed it.

Greyson: DOUBLE STOMP!

Sparkles: With Andre’s ribs across the steps.

Frankie: I think this whirlwind romance is over.

Mika returns to the ring in order to break the official’s ten count. All the while Dre is staggering back to his feet at ringside, doubled over and clasping at his ribs. Just then Mika runs the length of the ring and goes diving over the ropes into a forward flipping senton plancha. This time her move DOES connect and DOES send Dre down to the ground. A smile graces the lips of Aiken as he watches his cherished Mika collide with an already banged up Dre.

It takes a lot of will power for Andre to start back towards his feet especially when he’s got Mika running up behind him and leaping on top of him. Mika drives Andre down to the ground with her landing across the small of his back. She now begins to deliver forearm after forearm after forearm across Andre’s back, clubbing him viciously. Mika’s maniacal laughs fill the arena as she slides into the squared circle and then slips back through the ropes to the apron. She looks down at Andre splayed across the ground and makes a calculated risk. She dashes across the apron and then leaves it in order to hit the double stomp. Her feet come down not into Dre’s ribs, but into the mats. He manages to roll out of the way in the nick of time to avoid a collision that would undoubtedly destroy his mid-section.

Mika swings around and runs at Dre only to be caught around the waist. Andre goes for the belly to belly suplex but is unable to hit it thanks to the big wet sloppy kiss that Mika is planting on his lips.

Frankie: Awwwww.

Greyson: This is just depraved.

A disgusted Andre puts his hands to Mika’s ribs and shoves her back, launching her to the floor. Mika then turns her back to Andre and rolls in reverse, extending her legs and wrapping them around her adversary’s waist. She pushes herself back into the wheel barrow but Dre counters, wrapping his arms around Mika’s waist and then delivering a German suplex out of this position. Mika doesn’t go down to the ground though, she flies back first into the ring apron instead.

Greyson: OH SHIT!

Sparkles: Wheelbarrow German into the hardened ring apron.

Frankie: Gaaah. Don’t either of these two realize that they still have another match to wrestle after this?

The spine of Kozlov bends around the apron as she bounces off of it. Somehow she remains on her feet as she staggers along right into Andre, who catches her around the waist then throws her back into ANOTHER release belly to belly suplex. Mika hits the ground to devastating results, her whole body going into paralysis. Dre, who is in quite possibly the worse shape he’s ever been in, crawls across the mats to Mika’s side. He leads her to her feet and then into the squared circle, Dre sluggishly following behind. He crawls in after Mika and hooks her leg for the three count.

Mika’s far more resilient than that, getting her shoulder up to prevent an elimination from this tournament. An exhausted Andre gets to his seat and runs his hands back over his head, questioning how much more he has to throw at Mika. Eventually he realizes it’s his own body he has to toss into Kozlov. He approaches the turnbuckle, climbs to the top and to a huge ovation leaps into the frog splash elbow drop. He comes down right into Mika, right into Mika’s waiting legs. She lifts her legs and catches Dre right as she lands beside him, applying a body scissors submission hold.

Greyson: What the heck!?!

Sparkles: A counter right into the leg scissors body vice.

Frankie: Andre had no clue he was setting himself up for that.

Andre sits on the canvas bemoaning the pain that is coursing all throughout his mid-section as a result of the vice like grip Mika’s legs have on his ribs. Although Dre feels like he’s in a compactor he tries his best to counter out of this hold. First he attempts to pull himself along towards the ropes but Mika catches on. She doesn’t let Dre reach the cables and instead uses the legs latched onto his ribs to roll him over and stack him on the back of his shoulders.

Dre sits up and causes Mika to roll back onto her side maintaining the body vice with her legs. Nothing Andre seems to do will free him from this hold that Mika has clamped on with such force. But he does it again, Dre tries to scoot across his seat towards the ropes. Once again Mika puts the kibosh on this plans, rolling to her side and using her thighs to force Dre onto the back of his shoulders.

This time instead of sitting up to break the pin attempt. Dre keeps rolling back until he lands on his knees. He’s not only freed his ribs from the legs that were wrapped about them but has put himself in position to yet again apply the STF. He throws himself across Mika’s back and begins to latch his hands under Mika’s jaw.

Greyson: STF again locked in….

Frankie: It’s not locked in just yet asshat, Mika is blocking it!

Sparkles: And she’s going for the ropes.

Although Mika initially blocked the STF she couldn’t avoid it forever. Andre manages to get the hold locked in and stops Mika’s forward momentum into the ropes.

Sparkles: NOW it’s applied.

Aiken’s eyes darken as he stands at ringside and watches Mika’s hand raise into the air, swinging about and trying to prevent slapping the canvas. Instead of giving into what the fans want to see, she reaches out for the bottom rope, which was just close enough to wrap her hand around.

Greyson: But Mika got to the ropes, she got to the ropes dammit.

Frankie: And now she’s going right under them.

A big yank on the cables allows Mika to squirm free from Andre’s clutches and then roll to the exterior of the ring. She lands on her feet across the mats, backing away from the ring that Andre is dashing across. Before Mika realizes what hit her she looks up to find Andre diving through the ropes with a suicide headbutt that connects with enough force to send both the giver and the recipient flying back into the barricade. They hit with the force to go right THROUGH the barrier.

Greyson: Andre turning himself into an arrow that just shot right through Mika’s heart!

Andre has been knocked silly after his slam against the barricade, but he manages nevertheless to get up and get to the apron. Instead of returning to the ring Dre turns around and spots Mika splayed across the ringside mats, putting her in a position Andre HAS to take advantage of. He pantomimes firing two pistols above his head before leaping from the apron into the frog splash elbow. The Big Air connects, driving the point of Dre’s elbow right through Mika’s heart.

Greyson: That may have just caved in Kozlov’s chest!

Frankie: A world with a flat chested Mika is a world I don’t want to live in.

The sheer fatigue of this match has obviously set in on both Andre and Mika, who have put each other through tremendous physical rigor. Andre pries Mika up from the mats and throws her into the ring before exhaustively following and making the lateral press.

Mika’s arm is thrown into the air, squirming right out from under a shocked and despondent Andre.

Sparkles: Not yet Dre, not yet.

Frankie: More like not ever.

Greyson: Dre has defeated Mika in the past, remember he pinned her nearly two years ago to win his first Evolution Championship.

Frankie: Yeah, but she won’t be his springboard to another title, mark my words.

Dre sees his window of opportunity rapidly closing, moving with a greater sense of urgency. He reaches down for Mika’s hair only to have her sit up and plant another big kiss on his lips. Andre fights and struggles to get lose, eventually breaking away and falling back into the ropes. His hand pulls back from the blood that is gushing from his lower lip, revealing that Mika bit right into it. The ravenous Kozlov is returning to her feet, albeit still stooped over, but a punt kick straight to her face has her standing fully upright. Dre kicks her with enough force in the skull to cause Mika to not just stand up straight but go staggering back to the middle of the ring. Dre then swings around and cracks Mika upside her skull with a roundhouse kick. The shot has Mika bending to the side but not fully going down to the canvas. So Dre steps in and nails her across the sternum with a weakened but still effective knife edge chop. He follows this up with a second blow that has Mika falling back into the ropes. Dre takes her by the wrist and launches her across the ring, however, at the last second Mika counters. She spins around to face Dre and then launches her palms into his throat, closing it on impact.

Andre falls against the corner just as Mika comes racing in and leaping into the air, landing on the middle rope with her crotch straddling her opponent’s face. Her fists go flying down into both of Dre’s orbital sockets, blinding him and inflicting some brain damage at the same time. But Dre will not sacrifice even one more brain-cell in this war with Mika. He manages to bend at the knees, slip under Mika and then stand behind her while she’s still balanced onto the middle ropes. Before Mika realizes what’s happening she’s being yanked from the corner into the Tide Turner. The Olympic Slam is just about to connect and is just about to end this grueling tournament bout but in mid-rotation Mika manages to slide off of her adversary’s shoulders. She lands on her feet as Andre twists around to face her and walks right into a double underhook of his arms. Mika sets up to deliver the Dos-Vi-Dania.

Before Dre can counter he’s being spiked right on top of his head with Mika’s snap double arm DDT. A beaten up Mika makes the lateral press.

She didn’t make the pin quick enough because Andre still manages to get his shoulder off the ring.

Greyson: Back and forth this match continues to go….

Sparkles: And what a strange match it’s been.

Frankie: Strange? Mika is trying to EAT Andre for God sakes. Strange is an understatement.

Speaking of strange, Aiken Frost edges ever so much closer to the ring, his physical presence instilling a greater resolve in his precious Mika. At the moment she is slithering up Dre and onto his chest, before pushing down on his shoulders, going for another pin.

Andre kicks out once more, which seems to delight his opponent. Mika wipes her adversary’s blood from her lips before hitting him with a straight headbutt. Her chilling laughs fill the arena as she flings her skull towards her opponent with a second headbutt….this one hitting the CANVAS. Andre squirms out of the way and through Mika’s legs, causing her to headbutt the ring instead of her intended victim. The impact has disorientated Mika, who stands up by sheer muscle memory and goes stumbling back into the TIDE TURNER! Andre hits the Olympic Slam on Mika and immediately crawls into the cover.

Greyson: Andre got it that time!

Sparkles: Tide Turner ending Mika Kozlov’s quest to reclaim the World Championship.

Greyson: Andre is going to advance to face his friend Marina Valdivia in the finals.

The breathless crowd feel their lungs about to explode at the visual of Mika kicking out. To say Dre is devastated would be an understatement. But he is about to experience even more devastation, albeit this time it won’t be physical.

Orlando: Some hero….

Oh how pissed the fans become at the sound of their once revered Icon’s voice. A smug Orlando Cruze steps along to the stage with a microphone raised to his frowning lips.

Greyson: God no…Please no….

Frankie: It’s Orlando Cruze guys. Hey Orlando! Hey Orlando! It’s Frankie!

Greyson: Stop waving, you’re making a fool of yourself.

Sparkles: Last time we saw Orlando and Andre cross paths, Cruze was superkicking Dre’s agent Tabitha Silverstone in her jaw.

Orlando won’t kick anyone in the jaw, but he will do some jawing as he descends straight on down the ramp. Andre’s full and undivided attention is on the Monarchy member who Dre pinned several weeks earlier.

Orlando: Boo that man! Boo him!!

A finger is pointed, and you better believe it’s wagging, in the direction of Andre.

Orlando: He’s not a hero. He’s not a good guy. He’s not the plucky underdog. Andre has ice in his veins. I mean, what kind of callous, cold hearted son of a bitch would attack an innocent woman?

The crowd knows what type, ‘Orlando’s type.’

Orlando: It’s friggin disgusting is what it is. That he has you all wrapped around his finger thinking he’s some kind of awesome dude, when he’s really a scumbag who gets his jollies beating up on defenseless women.

Greyson: Coooome ooooon….

Frankie: Orlando’s right though. Andre attacked Susie Moore backstage before this mat….

Greyson: Andre did NOT attack Susie, he threw a trashcan and it accidentally struck…

Frankie: Stop making excuses for spousal abuse.

Greyson: WHAT!?! Andre and Susie aren’t even together!

Orlando continues to near the squared circle, stood at ringside, mere inches removed from the man he’s chastising.

Orlando: There Susie was, just being her good natured self, minding her own business and then what happens? She gets jumped by Andre and beaten to within an inch of her life. She’ll never be the same after this, NEVER.

Greyson: She got hit in the head with a trashcan by accident.

Sparkles: Sparkles can’t believe Andre was like this all along.

It’s painfully clear that Orlando revels in reminding Andre of his indiscretions, no matter how accidental they might have been. Dre hears Orlando’s disgusting words getting closer and closer. In fact he’s now standing on the apron and leaning over the top rope.

Orlando: You’re a sham Dre, a charlatan, a hypocrite. You sold all these people on a lie and you should be ashamed of yourself….For SHAME!

Greyson: The only one who should be ashamed of himself is Orlando Cruze. He’s only doing this because Andre pinned him four weeks ago and Orlando’s ego can’t handle it.

As Orlando verbally assaults Dre, Mika physically assaults him. She steps behind a distracted Dre, takes him by the shoulder and twists him around. She now bends Dre back into position to deliver the Killing Joke. Just as she readies to hit her version of the Sister Abigail, Mika finds her move suddenly countered at the last possible second. Andre swings himself out of Mika’s clutches, steps behind her and puts hands to her spine, shoving her along into the very ropes that Orlando is standing on the opposite side of. The two collide with one another and a surprised Orlando is knocked from the apron while a shocked Mika staggers back into her opponent’s arms. Andre latches onto Mika’s thigh and rolls her back into the school boy.

Greyson: This is the same way Dre eliminated Orlando from the tournament.

Sparkles: Way to rub salt in still fresh wounds.

Frankie: How dare Dre throw Mika into Orlando! So uncool.

Mika’s body may be thrashing around but it’s not getting her shoulders off the canvas.

And just as the three count looks on the verge of happening Mika pops her arm into the air. The crowd can barely reconcile with the fact that Mika has kicked out, and Andre is even more profoundly shaken by it.

Greyson: Mika kicks out AGAIN!

Sparkles: So this thing is still going. Neither Andre nor Mika have advanced to the finals later tonight YET.

Frankie: At this rate this match might just go all night.

As Mika reaches her feet Andre goes racing towards her with a lariat. All of a sudden Andre’s momentum is turned against him because Mika manages to side step him and catch the former Evolution Champion around his neck. Dre is bridged back and Mika sets him up to deliver the fatal Killing Joke. She just starts to spin through and hit the move only to have Andre suddenly swing out of her clutches and step behind her back. He once again goes for the Tide Turner, lifting Mika into the air to a downright nipple hardening response from the crowd. But in mid-air Mika manages to slide off of Dre’s shoulders, land behind his back and then gives him a hard shove across the ring. Andre runs into the ropes that Orlando is standing on the opposite side of. Down on the mats below Orlando has picked both himself up and the microphone he dropped as well.

Orlando: POOR SUSIE MOORE!

Andre stops right in front of the ropes and glares over them at the intense face of his rival.

Orlando: SHE’LL NEVER BE THE SAME!

Dread overwhelms Dre, who turns away from Orlando and walks right into Mika’s Killing Joke. This time there is no counter quick enough to avoid it as Dre is spiraled around and slammed face first into the canvas with such whiplash and force. Dre’s face springs off the canvas like a jack in the box and his body rolls to his spine where he’s pinned.

The fans are frothing in anger at the sight of Mika managing to pin Andre’s shoulders and keep them down for the full three count. While the fans rebel against Mika’s victory, Orlando Cruze deeply enjoys it. There is a huge grin on his face as he casually backs up the ramp.

Frankie: Mika’s moving onto the finals! She’s going on to face Marina in the FINALS!

Greyson: Dre had her, it seemed he was well on his way to victory before Orlando showed his mug out here at ringside.

Frankie: Stop focusing on Orlando and put your attention where it deserves to be, on this huge win in Mika’s career.

Sparkles: A victory that moves her closer to reclaiming the World Title she lost way back right before Invictus.

It appears that the finals of the number one contender tournament are at last set in stone with Mika Kozlov colliding with Marina Valdivia later tonight. Mika’s advisor Aiken Frost has climbed back into the squared circle where he kneels beside his beloved and raises her arm in victory. It takes all of her remaining energy to get back to her feet and enjoy this win. But soon she’s going right back down onto her knees and crawling towards a still barely conscious Andre.

Mika: Be seeing you around, lover boy.

Mika licks Andre’s cheek.

Head Referee Marcus Mayfield has the spotlight for one reason and one reason alone, because held in his hands is a briefcase that contains perhaps the second richest prize in all of the IWC. At the moment Mayfield stands beside correspondent Mark Comeau in a hall with eggshell white walls and a closed door behind their backs.

Comeau: Mika Kozlov qualifying for the finals of the World Title Number One Contender Tournament here tonight, and speaking of the championship, at this moment I’m standing by with the man tasked with officiating this evening’s World Title bout, Head Referee Marcus Mayfield.

Comeau turns from the camera to his guest.

Comeau: Marcus, I see you’ve already been given custody of the briefcase that holds Scott Cannon’s number one contenders contract that can be used at any point of his choosing…..

Mayfield: That’s right.

Comeau: That contract to be cashed in later this evening when Scott Cannon challenges World Champion Katelyn Buehler in a match that is going to be bowling show ugly to say the least. How do you plan on officiating these two very unstable elements?

Mayfield: It’s not as if I haven’t been in this position multiple times in the past. I’ve officiated numerous bouts that, as you described, were a bit out of control. My job here tonight is to ensure that the World Title ends up on the right per…..

Lexy: Truer words have never been spoken!

The intense expressions of Wicked Intent members Lexy Chapel and Kat Kelly draw nearer to the referee, or more accurately to the briefcase he clutches.

Lexy: The right person WILL leave here tonight as the World Champion.

Lexy’s knee swings straight up into Marcus’ crotch. As his hands move to protect his wounded genitalia the briefcase he was holding falls out of his hands and into Kat Kelly’s. Lexy pie faces the Head Referee to the floor while she and Kat take off down the hall holding the briefcase with a contract to a World Title match inside. The commentators react in the background.

Greyson: Did Wicked Intent just steal that briefcase that holds a contract for a World Title match?

Sparkles: That’s Scott Cannon’s contract!!

Frankie: Not anymore it isn’t. Lexy was screwed over in the tournament earlier tonight. She deserves a shot at the title, and it looks like she’s going to get one.

Sparkles: Scott did stand in the way of Lexy’s title ambitions a few weeks ago.

Frankie: And Lexy has pinned the World Champion twice.

Greyson: That does not justify what she’s doing here tonight.

Cameras cut away from a theft to a man who was just robbed. Andre Jordan has just made his way to the guerilla position where he’s slouched forward and resting his palms on his knees. It appears that he’s still feeling the effects of the Killing Joke he suffered in route to his loss moments earlier in the World Title Number One Contender Tournament. He leans his side against a large crate which sustains the bulk of his weight.

Security: Excuse me, Mr. Jordan.

A man clothed in a t-shirt labeled ‘security’ approaches Andre while holding a tablet in his hands. Andre does not acknowledge the security guard, he just goes on leaning against the crate and trying to regain his faculties.

Security: Sorry to bother you right now, but I’m looking for your agent Tabitha Silverstone.

Andre remains incommunicado.

Security: She caused some property damage here earlier tonight and….

Andre: What?

Andre wonders if he just hallucinated that last sentence.

Andre: Tabitha was attacked because you guys aren’t doing your jobs.

Security: I’m sorry Mr. Jordan, but you’re mistaken. Why don’t you take a look at this?

The tablet in the security guard’s hands is switched on and held just in front of a groggy Andre’s face.

Security: This is security cam footage from earlier on.

The camera turns just enough to see what Andre is seeing. On the tablet are images from the very same backstage corridor where Tabitha was attacked towards the beginning of tonight’s show. An overhead camera has an eagle eye view of Tabitha, who at that particular moment seems to be in fine health. Although she’s not suffering physically, she’s under a bit of mental strain thanks to her standoff with Victoria Salinas. The two seem to be in a heated argument as Tabitha tries to get around Victoria only to be held back.

Victoria: You’re not going out to that ring Tabitha!

Tabitha: Marina needs me.

Once again Tabitha tries to get around Marina’s good friend only to have Victoria restrain her.

Victoria: Not until you’ve gotten your head on straight. You’ve been acting like a damned lunatic the past couple of weeks.

Tabitha takes a deep breathe while adjusting the sunglasses over her eyes.

Victoria: Get your shit together Tabitha.

With that Victoria walks away, trusting that her words have resonated with the recently unstable manager. Tabitha slowly lowers her face into the palm of her hand and sooths herself with a prolonged sigh. She turns herself completely around then runs head first as fast as she can straight into the wall. She bounces off and collapses to the floor where her palms are inching to the blood that trickles from her nostrils.

Security: I’d suggest that you get your friend some help.

Andre’s eyes shift from the security cam footage to the guard standing beside him, the very man who just showed him the unsettling truth behind the ‘attack’ on his agent.

Security: And let her know we expect her to pay for the hole she put in the wall.

Andre’s face has twisted into the expression of a man who has just been forced to sit through the entire Beethoven movie series.

Andre: She’ll pay for more than that.

The haunting melody of Ba’al’s entrance theme starts to play throughout the arena, enticing quite the rabble from the audience. The curtains that dangle from the entry way part open and the former leader of the Sinistry steps through them. The brooding Ba’al heads along down the ramp with one hand rubbing at the jaw that was presumably fractured by the punch of his former stalwart Decay. Hanging from his opposite hand is a fire poker.

Greyson: It looks as if we haven’t seen the end of the strange and the macabre here tonight.

Sparkles: Ba’al back on his way out here after his earlier interaction with the True Sinistry.

Frankie: Show the footage and remind the peeps what happened.

EARLIER TONIGHT

A video shows what happened moments ago when Ba’al’s followers Eve and Siqua challenge Wicked Intent for the IWC Tag team Titles. At the conclusion of that very competitive bout, Ba’al, who was stood ringside, finds his eyes deviating from the squared circle and into the crowd. He has taken notice of five entities gathered behind the barrier, the group known as the True Sinistry. Ba’al goes to confront the group spearheaded by his former follower Jessica Wilde. This tense stare-down between the two results in a vicious jab delivered across Ba’al’s jaw by another of his previous devotees, Decay. The sucker punch levels Ba’al.

The live feed is re-established just in time to catch Ba’al pacing the ring clutching both a fire poker and a microphone. His ghostly aura gives a foreboding vibe to every word that seeps from his tongue.

Ba’al: Jackson my lad. It was only a few months ago that you were answering my doors, polishing my shoes and lighting my cigars, but now, you’ve managed to elevate yourself from mindless servant to mindless thug.

Greyson: Jackson, the given name of Decay.

Frankie: Thanks for that wonderful insight, I’m sure none of us could have figured that out for ourselves.

Sparkles: To be fair Frankie, Sparkles thinks our only job as commentators is to be exposition machines

Ba’al continues to pace and aim his ever so chilling words at his past follower.

Ba’al: I congratulate you on showing such immense growth as a human being but tonight is where you’re evolution comes to an end.

The grip on his fire poker tightens.

Ba’al: Your actions this evening has brought our differences to a head. So bring yourself to this ring so that we can have a PROPER resolution, kinder.

It takes little more to motivate Decay to respond. Already the crowd are clearing a path for the mass of muscle that comes stomping through them on his way to the ring. It’s a very daunting image, that of Decay walking amongst the fans as he draws closer and closer to the squared circle.

Greyson: There he is guys. Decay headed for the ring.

Sparkles: And headed out ALONE.

Frankie: Where are the rest of the True Sinistry?

Greyson: Jessica Wilde and her group conspicuous by their absence.

It seems Decay is going to get what he has long desired, a one on one scenario with Ba’al. The brute climbs the barricade and scales the apron. His eyes connect with the face of the man who stands on the opposite side of the ropes, Ba’al and Decay giving one another a soul wrenching glare. After only a moment’s delay Decay enters the ring and a fist instantly greets his face.

Greyson: IT’S ON!

Sparkles: DECAY AND BA’AL!

Frankie: About time these two finally went at it.

There are almost goosebumps forming on the skin of the crowd as they watch these two creatures collide. Decay nails Ba’al with such a vicious uppercut that it sends him spiraling back. But Ba’al then takes his fire poker and rams the end of it right into his former charge’s gut. Decay doubles over and clasps at his stomach while the fire poker comes down over his back. Decay turns away and falls against the cables as Ba’al steps in and drives the fire poker into his ribs once again.

Greyson: This has been a very long time coming between these two.

Sparkles: Ever since Decay returned to the IWC and sided with Wilde over his former master Ba’al.

Ba’al takes the fire poker and stretches it across Decay’s throat, pushing against it and closing off the oxygen to his throat. But just then Decay’s boot flies into the air and hits his attacker in the ribs. Ba’al doubles over and Decay’s forearm crushes his upper back. The blow sends Ba’al falling to all fours. However Decay doesn’t let him stay down on the canvas for very long. He takes Ba’al by the throat, leads him up to his feet and then throws him into the nearest turnbuckle. Decay points at his target and snarls before barreling in, barreling in right into the corner he intended to crush Ba’al against.

Ba’al clears out of the way and Decay’s momentum carries him right along into the corner, his chest bouncing off it. He turns around right into the fire poker that slams against his forehead.

Ba’al: Is it not fitting kinder? That the man who gave you new life, will be the one who takes it?

Ba’al leaves his feet, catches Decay by the neck and drops him via the Totalis.

Greyson: The Totalis delivered by its originator!

Sparkles: We haven’t seen Ba’al hit his finishing move in almost a year now.

Frankie: That just changed.

Unfortunately for Decay the Totalis is not the worst his former master has intended for him. Ba’al picks up the fire poker yet again and stares at the blunt end of it. The demonic twinkle in his eyes lets the crowd know that in a moment Ba’al is about to embrace all those homicidal tendencies buried beneath his gentlemanly façade. The fire poker never gets a chance to mutilate Decay because its his intended attacker that is mutilated. Unbeknownst to Ba’al, from the crowd behind him jumps Benjamin Flynn, Executioner, Lilith Evans and finally Jessica Wilde. The four of them slide into the squared circle but it’s Executioner’s boot that enters first as it slams right across the back of Ba’al’s head. The impact knocks the former IWC World Champion down to the canvas.

Frankie: You wondered where the rest of the True Sinistry were? Well you got ‘em.

Greyson: Well I didn’t want them.

Sparkles: Jessica Wilde sending her brood into the ring to protect one of their own.

Frankie: And now they’ve got their claws into Ba’al.

At the moment it’s not claws ripping Ba’al apart its heels. Flynn, Executioner and Evans bludgeon Ba’al while their leader Wilde stands on the apron immensely enjoying this beating. She tilts her head to the side and grins at the visual of the man who once led her being led straight into a grave. Before this goes any further, before Ba’al’s body withstands yet another fatal strike, here comes the save. Siqua and Queen of the Ring Champion Eve hustle on down the ramp, slide right in and go right after all those assaulting their master.

Greyson: Ba’al being saved by Eve and Siqua…which I guess we should be happy about?

Sparkles: You sound very uncertain.

Greyson: I guess I don’t want to see ANYONE butchered in that ring, even if that someone is Ba’al.

The moment Wilde sees both Eve and Siqua coming she ditches the squared circle. The same cannot be said for her brood. Executioner lunges at Eve before she can get fully to her feet, his hand engulfing her throat. Siqua swings around and frees her ally by delivering a back kick right across Executioner’s ribs. The blow doubles him over clasping and puts him in quite the unenviable position. The side of his skull is exposed to the front dropkick delivered by Eve, a shot so stiff that it sends him twisting in a full circle. Executioner turns right into the Fatal Fouette, the devastating discus kick delivered by Siqua. The second the masked man hits the floor his compatriots spring into action. Flynn hits a forearm across Siqua’s back while Evans lays out Eve with a clothesline across the back of her head as well. Both Eve and Siqua collapse to the ring and lay beneath the deluge of boots unleashed by the True Sinistry members. This assault brings yet another smile to the face of Wilde, who sits on the top rope of a nearby turnbuckle, fist to her chin and her elbow to her knee.

Greyson: Wilde really seems to be enjoying this.

Frankie: And rightfully she should.

Oh what joy Wilde gets out of seeing the suffrage of others, and there will be much more suffering in store for Siqua. She is pulled to her feet by Flynn and Evans, who set up for an inverted 3D variant. However, at the last second Eve intervenes, hitting a step up enzugari on the back of Evans’ skull, knocking her out of position to deliver a reverse neck breaker. At the same time Siqua manages to flip back over Flynn’s shoulder, land on her feet behind him and then deliver a dropkick to his upper back. The blow launches Flynn right along into Wilde seated across the top rope. The two crash into one another and Wilde is sent flipping back off the turnbuckle while Flynn spills through the cables, landing right beside her.

Greyson: Eve and Siqua clearing Wilde and her brood out of the ring!

Sparkles: The True Sinistry didn’t come here tonight anticipating this.

Once at ringside Wilde is rallying her troops, snatching up Flynn and Executioner, leading the pair away from the ring. Both Decay and Evans crawl along after their associates, climbing the very barricade that Wilde and company just leaped over. The entire group converges in the very crowd that they emerged from before staring back into the ring where Eve & Siqua more than hold their ground. The Queen of the Ring Champion stoops down beside Ba’al and helps him up to his feet, while Siqua puts him behind her back, ensuring he’s protected. Decay holds the back of his head and snarls as he stands amongst the fans and makes eye contact with Ba’al.

Sparkles: When are Wilde and her True Sinistry going to have finality in this war against Ba’al, Eve and Siqua?

Cameras have segued to a hallway where we come across super-agent Tabitha Silverstone. This time instead of sitting on the floor with her nose gushing blood, we see her plopped on top of a box, turning it into a makeshift chair, while pinching her nostrils together to keep any more bodily fluids from leaking. Stood beside her is her very sympathetic client Marina Valdivia.

Marina: You really should go to a hospital and get your head scanned, make sure you’re…..

Tabitha: Don’t worry about me.

Marina’s agent insists while fixing the cracked sunglasses sat over her eyes.

Tabitha: I’m not the person you should be concerned with.

Marina: I’m focused on the tournament, don’t wor…..

Tabitha: That’s not what I’m talking about either. It’s-it’s-it’s all coming back to me now.

Informs Tabitha while rubbing at her temples.

Tabitha: I remember who attacked me….

Marina: Yeah, Mika Kozl……

Tabitha: No….Victoria….Victoria Salinas.

The name of her best friend was not the name that Marina expected to hear. She recoils from her agent with widening eyes.

There it sits, ever ominous and foreboding, the ambulance driven into the parking garage by New Eden. At that very moment the backdoors are flung open and a stretcher is being pushed….no….it’s being CARRIED. And who has the strength to lift this stretcher? New Eden’s muscle Borislav. He throws the stretcher down out of the back of the ambulance and then leaps to its side. Borislav pushes the stretcher further and further into the innards of the arena.

Greyson: I was starting to wonder where Borislav was when we saw New Eden show up here in that ambulance.

Sparkles: I wasn’t wondering where Borislav was, actually Sparkles was hoping we wouldn’t see this behemoth here tonight.

Frankie: We’re not only seeing him, but he’s got a stretcher. Who’s he going load on it though?

Sparkles: Sparkles hopes it’s Neil Patrick Harris, can’t stand that guy.

Greyson: What do New Eden have planned for tonight!?!

The viewers are given the visual treat of Katelyn Buehler seated in her dressing room upon a folding chair with laces weaving through the holes of her boots. The camera slowly draws back from the IWC World Champion, going past the door that leads into her dressing room and into the hallway where two of the most important people in Katelyn’s life are positioned. Her agent Dan Douglas and her friend Destiny Nichols are in the midst of a conversation, periodically turning from one another to look into the room at the champion.

Destiny: I’m worried Dan….

Douglas: Heh, why?

Destiny: This is the BIGGEST match of Katelyn’s career, a real make or break type situation. Winning the World Title was one thing, but defending it, here on pay-per-view, that’s just as big if not even bigger for Kate….

Douglas: I realize that.

Destiny: Then why are you so…..calm?

Douglas: Because I have no doubt that by the end of the night Scott Cannon will NOT have the distinction of calling himself the World Champion. All it will take…..

The very same gold medallion that Douglas has employed several times in recent weeks in order to hypnotize his client is extracted from his pocket.

Douglas: …..is to ensure that Katelyn is….MENTALLY….ready for the title match.

Destiny is ever cognizant of the power in Douglas’ hypnotic words and the influence of his mesmerizing medallion.

Douglas: Kate’s mind is her most powerful weapon, and I will ensure that it is centered….

Michael: Afraid you’re little hocus pocus won’t help your girl tonight.

Douglas and Destiny unfortunately find themselves in the unwelcomed presence of two of IWC’s most reviled competitors. David and Michael Cannon, the brothers of the very individual who challenges Katelyn Buehler for the world Title tonight, have surrounded Douglas and Destiny.

David: So save your David Copperfield crap, it’s useless against our brother. Nothing you, nor your client Katelyn does, will keep Scott from walking out of this building tonight the WOOOOORLLLD CHAMP!

Michael: We’ll (throws his arm over David’s shoulders) will make sure of that.

All Douglas can do is offer a judgmental shaking of his head.

Douglas: It’s such a shame that the two of you are not more like your brother. Scott saw the error of his ways and is working to fix his image, why can’t the two of you learn from his example?

Michael: Don’t talk about our brother like you know him.

David’s hands lash out and lock onto Douglas’ shirt, giving it a yank forceful enough to drag him closer.

David: Scott will do whatever it takes to win that title tonight….WHATEVER….IT….TAKES.

A hand slips onto David’s shoulder and prompts him to twist his eyes from the trembling Douglas to the unshakeable Scott Cannon. The moment David locks eyes on the brother stood behind him, he can see the disapproval in Scott’s eyes. The grip on Douglas’ shirt weakens and ultimately the agent is released from David’s clutches. As David and Michael step up into their brother’s face, staring Scott down, no words are exchanged, they don’t need to be.

David: Let’s go.

Michael and David take their leave but never take their eyes off of Scott as they pass him by. Scott watches the two walk away until he is sure they no longer pose a risk to Douglas. When he finally does turn around to say something to the agent, he finds himself face to face with World Champion Katelyn Buehler. The tension is thicker than the gravy that oozes through Louie Anderson’s veins. There, stood in the hallway is the Champion Buehler and the man she defends the title against tonight, Scott Cannon. The two do not break eye contact.

”Blue” by Birthday Massacre is the theme currently pumping through the PA system. The curtains hung from the entrance canal slowly inch open just as a coffin is carried through them. Stood on either side of the casket are Goddard, Elijah Dallas and Sundown, members of the group Tombstone. One can safely presume that inside of the coffin they carry is the body of famed IWC competitor Aaron Harrison.

Greyson: Tensions building between our reigning World Champion Katelyn Buehler and the man who challenges her for the belt tonight Scott Cannon.

Sparkles: That World Title match is going to be out of control.

Frankie: Do either of them realize that Lexy Chapel and Kat Kelly stole Scott’s number one contender contract?

Greyson: That’s a story we’ll have to keep track of. But right now the only story we SHOULD be focused on is a match we’ve been anticipating for several months now. At long last we’re going to see Mya Denton collide one on one with Aaron Harrison.

Sparkles: Harrison being transported to the ring inside of that coffin we saw him carted away in at our last pay-per-view, but from what Sparkles understands, his opponent Mya Denton is backstage with our colleague Mark Comeau.

The slightly demented Mya Denton is seated on a floor in a backstage corridor. Her back is propped to a plain white wall, her knees are bent and raised with her forearms draped over them, and her eyes are downturned to the floor. Crouched beside her is correspondent Mark Comeau, microphone raised to his lips.

Comeau: Mya, in a moment you go one on one with Aaron Harrison in a match that you’ve been DEMANDING for a number of months.

Mya: Months, hehehehehe, it’s felt more like a LIFETIME.

She never looks up from the floor even when addressing Comeau.

Comeau: Fair enough. It was back right before our last pay-per-view offering Awakening that your knee was assaulted by Harrison….

Mya: Assaulted? Oooooh you and you’re underselling. My knee was CRIPPLED before Harrison ever got his mitts on it. He took advantage of me in my compromised condition, all because he wanted a response. Well tonight, when he comes out of hiding, he’ll get a response alright. Months ago he begged me to end his life, well now I’ll get the opportunity, and I won’t waste it.

Rachel: Yer welcome sugar.

Mya’s eyes drift from the mic held in front of her mouth to the face of NHB Champion Rachel Tatum Lee. Instead of standing up Mya finds Rachel stooping down and sitting on the floor beside her.

Rachel: You’re probably wonderin’ why I’m letting my friends Tombstone take Harrison out to that ring….

Mya: Because I asked you nicely?

Rachel: Naaaah. See, two weeks ago I was supposed to advance in the World Title Number One Contender Tournament, but that was taken from me. I was deprived of what I needed, and it didn’t feel……GOOD. So I’m not goin’ to do it anymore, I ain’t gonna keep YOU from gettin’ what YOU need Mya.

Mya: You’re really going to let Harrison out of his box to play tonight?

Rachel: He’s all yours. But uhhhh, a thank ya would be nice.

At first Mya looks into Rachel’s face with an expression of puzzlement. Before long Mya breaks down into laughter.

Mya: Hehehehehehe-hahahahaha-I will NEVER thank you.

Mya stands up and walks towards the ring where her eagerly anticipated match is about to take place. The camera closes in on Rachel as she shakes her head.

Rachel: Oh, you will thank me….soon.

AARON HARRISON VS. MYA DENTON

Cameras transition back to the ring where the casket containing Aaron Harrison remains planted. The members of Tombstone who carried the coffin to ringside are nowhere to be seen at this point. Just then the tunes of “Shatter Me” begin to play over the loud speakers, resulting in quite the ovation from the crowd. Orange and black strobe lights flicker over the back of Mya Denton as she skips along to the stage. It looks as if she’s walking on clouds as she narrows the distance between herself and the ring.

Greyson: Look at Mya….

Frankie: But not for too long, otherwise she might gouge your eyes out.

Sparkles: She looks….happy.

Greyson: Actually she looks EXCITED. Several months ago when Aaron Harrison was going down a self-destructive route, he attacked Mya Denton’s injured knee. But before Mya could get revenge on Harrison, Rachel Tatum Lee got to him first and locked him inside of that coffin.

Sparkles: Her group Tombstone then vowed that they would help Harrison pull his head out of his ass.

Frankie: Apparently they succeeded, because when we saw him a few weeks ago for the first time in months he wasn’t the same mopy son of a bitch that attacked Mya to begin with.

Greyson: In Mya’s mind it doesn’t matter if Harrison has changed. He’ll still always be the man who attacked her leg when she was injured.

On her route to the ring Mya makes a detour. She climbs up onto the apron but then drops to her elbows and knees across the lid to the coffin that holds her opponent this evening. Her ear is placed to the casket as if listening for Harrison inside. She then knocks on the lid.

Mya: Can Harrison come out and play?

She taps at the casket a few more times before rolling off of it and into the ring. She remains on her knees, glaring through the ropes at the coffin and eagerly anticipating its opening. The wait finally pays off in spades, or will it be a hand of aces & eights? The lid begins to push back and a figure starts to be revealed.

Greyson: This is chilling….

Frankie: I know….

Greyson: Aaron Harrison emerging from the coffin.

Frankie: Oh I was talking about the cup of ice I just spilt in my lap.

Sparkles: Last time we saw Harrison, he accepted Mya’s challenge for a match here tonight, and now he exits that coffin to give it to her.

The crowd can fill an icy chill run up their spines as Harrison stands fully upright in the coffin, his body buried under a trench-coat and his face shadowed by a hood. That very hood that masks his face slowly rescinds from his features to reveal the cold, emotionless expression of Aaron Harrison.

Greyson: He’s….AAAAAH!

Mya Denton can’t wait any longer, she scrambles across the ring then throws herself through the ropes into a suicide headbutt. She crashes into Harrison and knocks both her opponent and herself backwards into the coffin. The whole casket tips back and lands on its side while Harrison and Mya roll away from it.

Greyson: What a start to this match!

Sparkles: Mya showing Harrison that that knee of hers isn’t injured anymore.

Frankie: Unfortunately.

The crowd goes spastic as Mya drags her opponent away from the coffin and then swings her forearm upside his temple. The shot sends Harrison twisting around and falling against the ring apron. A furious Mya steps in behind him, taking the back of his head and then swinging it down right into the hardened section of the squared circle. Harrison’s skull ricochets from the steel and he now twists around to Mya, who clobbers him upside the temple with yet another forearm shiver. She finally throws Harrison into the ring and then starts to follow him.

The second she gets up to the apron though Mya finds herself knocked from it. Harrison runs the length of the ring and drives his shoulder right into Mya’s ribs, sending her flying from the apron and crashing back first onto the coffin that had been flipped over onto its side. As a result Mya’s body bends back over the casket when landing on the wooden side panel.

Greyson: OOOOH SHIT!

Sparkles: Mya’s body hitting that coffin in all the wrong ways.

Frankie: Is there a right way for her body to hit the coffin?

Greyson: I wouldn’t think so.

After sending Mya’s body flinging into the coffin her attacker just stands in the ring, refusing to follow after her or press his advantage. Harrison just stands there coldly watching as Mya drags her broken body away from the casket and desperately tries to get back into the ring. It takes all of her strength to push past her pain but she gets up onto the apron and starts to roll into the squared circle. Although Harrison could pounce on her and press his advantage he instead hangs back and does nothing. He continues to wait, now forcing Mya to stand up under her own power. The moment she does Harrison steps in and grabs her by both cheeks before starting to whisper something into her ear. Mya suddenly lashes out and shoves Harrison’s hands away from her head before throwing her forearm upside his jaw.

Sparkles: Mya so full of spunk.

Greyson: For so long Mya has desired a clash with Harrison….for so long.

Mya’s arm cracks Harrison in the cheek, not once but twice. She has him rocking back on his heels and almost going down to the ring. Finally he falls back against the ropes just as Mya comes charging in to hit him with a lariat that would send him flipping to ringside. Harrison steps away from the cables though and attempts to take Mya down only to have her drop of her own volition and baseball slide right through his legs. She catches one of Harrison’s ankles in the process and gives it a yank. As a result Harrison collapses onto his face. Mya has slid under the ropes to the apron where she leaps to her feet and continues to try and build on her advantage. She reaches through the cables and grabs Harrison’s legs, but just then her opponent rolls to his back and wedges his feet to her stomach. He pushes with his legs and as a result sends Mya flying from the apron, twisting in mid-air and crashing down into the corner of the announce table.

Greyson: Mya bouncing right off of our table!!

Frankie: Her head caught the corner!

Sparkles: Holy spaomi, Mya is….Mya is BLEEDING.

The impact with the corner of the announce table has opened a gash right in the scalp of Mya Denton. The crimson is dribbling down her forehead and over her cheeks, yet in spite of blood loss, in spite of head trauma, Mya is crawling back towards the ring.

Greyson: Mya busted open and she’s STILL going after Harrison.

Sparkles: Given how long Mya has pined for this match, that’s not surprising.

The gash opened in Mya’s forehead is a lot more visible once she’s ascended to the apron and the hair has been pushed back from her face. Harrison slowly steps in Mya’s direction before a shoulder is introduced to his ribs. His opponent drives her shoulder through the cables and it connects with Harrison’s gut, doubling him over. Mya takes the top rope and pulls herself over it, twisting in mid-air, catching her adversary around the neck and going for a tornado DDT. However, Harrison maintains his footing, puts his hands to Mya’s mid-section then carries her to the nearest corner, sitting her on the top rope. Harrison could send the bloodied Mya flying from the corner but he doesn’t, instead he backs away from her with his hands extended out to his sides.

Frankie: Come on Harrison, go for the kill already.

Greyson: It almost appears that Harrison is holding back.

Sparkles: You don’t think….no.

Greyson: What?

Sparkles: That Harrison is still suicidal?

Frankie: You think that Harrison still wants Mya to end him?

Harrison’s motives are open to speculation as he steps backwards to the middle of the ring. No, he’s not stepping anymore, he’s being KNOCKED back. Mya flies from the top rope and collides with Harrison’s throat, hitting a spinning heel kick off the top rope. Both athletes are down but it’s the bloodied Mya who is the first to reach her feet. She then runs into the ropes beside Harrison, ricochets from them and drops into a forward roll. Ultimately she flips from the canvas and into the rolling thunder, her spine CRUSHING Harrison’s ribs. A winded and wounded Mya may be losing plenty of blood but she continues to dish out plenty of offense. She grabs Harrison by the hair the moment he’s rolled to his knees and begins to throw her kneecap into his face again and again and again. Somehow Harrison manages to stand in spite of all the shots to his face. Of course the moment he reaches his feet he finds his jaw clocked by Mya’s punches, her blows driving him to the center of the ring. Mya then kicks him to the gut, places him in a front chancery and runs at the turnbuckle, stepping up in order to push off into the tornado DDT. However, in mid-air Mya finds hands placed to her ribs as she’s shoved off the front chancery and flung over the top rope. As Mya falls to the outside of the squared circle she twists and suffers the nastiest of landings, her face slamming into the steel ring steps.

Greyson: NOOOOO!!

Sparkles: Another absolutely DEVASTATING landing by Mya!

Frankie: Her already bloodied face running afoul of the steel steps!

A bloodstain is left on the steps but the steps leave a far more brutal impression on Mya. After her head careens into the stairs her body is left limp at ringside. Although Harrison COULD pursue her, COULD continue to inflict pain on her, COULD very well end this match, he instead just stays put in the ring. He watches emotionlessly as the referee approaches the ropes that Mya is on the opposite side of, starting a ten count. Before the official can even finish shouting the number ‘one,’ Harrison grabs the zebra by his striped jersey. The ref whips around and looks confusingly at Harrison’s shaking head.

Greyson: Why? Why is Harrison asking the referee NOT to count out Mya?

Sparkles: That’s a very good question.

Greyson: One of many left to be answered on what has already been a very bizarre night.

The blood that is coming down Mya’s face is no longer trickling, it’s flowing like a flooded ravine. So much crimson is coming down her cheeks but it isn’t stopping her from returning to the squared circle, from getting her hands on Harrison. She climbs up onto the apron and looks through her bloodied mask at Harrison, who remains stationary, not budging from the middle of the ring. Just then everyone’s attention is swapped from Mya and Harrison to the woman presently making her way down the ramp. The NHB Title hangs over the shoulder of Rachel Tatum Lee as she nears the squared circle.

Greyson: There’s Rachel Tatum Lee. Who has played an integral role in this whole rivalry between Mya Denton and Aaron Harrison.

Sparkles: Yeah, she’s kept the two apart for a long time, but as we heard backstage, Rachel is through denying people what they need.

Frankie: From the looks of things, what Mya needs right now is a blood transfusion.

There is so much blood streaming down her cheeks, over her nose, over her chin, over every inch of her face. She gets back into the ring and looks DOWN at Harrison. You heard that correctly. Harrison has fallen to his knees and extends his arms out to his sides, offering Mya a free crack at his face.

Sparkles: Told you so.

Greyson: You were right Sparkles, it appears Harrison hasn’t changed one bit.

Frankie: He’s still the same manic depressive suicidal jerk-head that Rachel threw in that casket over two months ago.

Surprisingly Mya is TENTATIVE and for just cause. She doesn’t know what to make of Harrison’s behavior. Yet in the end she decides not to look a gift horse in the mouth. She makes the dash across the ring before leaping into the shining wizard. Her shin never hits Harrison’s face because it’s ducked down out of the way JUST in time. Mya flies past him, lands on her feet behind him and then finds herself being elevated into the air. The blood soaked Mya is flung across the ring with a crucifix powerbomb.

Greyson: CRUCIFIX BOMB! Looks like you were wrong Sparkles.

Sparkles: Impossible.

Harrison kneels over the unconscious body of his opponent while his eyes draw to the approving nod of Rachel at ringside. He then takes the blood caked hair of his opponent into his hands and leads Mya up to her feet before taking her around the waist, flinging her up into the air and hitting her with an over the shoulder back-breaker. Shockingly Mya is inching her way up from the ring while blood puddles across the canvas beneath her face. Harrison methodically approaches her while glancing back up the ramp at the equally as emotionless Rachel.

Greyson: Something about the presence of our NHB Champion has altered something inside of Harrison.

Sparkles: It’s like Rachel’s presence flipped a switch inside of Harrison.

One of Mya’s wrists are taken and used to pull her up from the ring. If he were capable of still being surprised he might just find himself shocked when the top of Mya’s head crushes his ribs. Mya does the only thing she can think of, turning herself into a weapon. Like a ram she drives her horns into Harrison’s gut, knocking the air out of him. Mya drags her uncooperative body to her feet and then jumps into a second headbutt, her skull bouncing from Harrison’s skull. Aaron stumbles back with Mya’s blood smeared across his face. Mya hopes to spill some of Harrison’s, but first she’s going to lay him out with the Cra-Cra. She drags Harrison along into the corner and then steps up them before launching back into the Shiranui. However, Harrison puts his hands to Mya’s back and gives her a shove. This time it’s NOT a shove to the outside of the ring though, because Mya flips over landing on her feet behind her opponent. Harrison swings around and Mya takes him by the head, trapping it in position for the Cra-Cra yet again.

Mya starts to run out of the corner only to have Harrison put his hands to her kidneys and gives her a forceful shove. Mya’s momentum launches her into the ropes, her body bouncing off and coming back in at Harrison, who stoops in anticipation of catching his rival. He sets up for the back drop, looking to end this only to have Mya catch him around the skull, placing him in a front chancery. She then runs past Harrison, steps up the corner and drags him around into the tornado DDT. The top of Harrison’s skull is spiked viciously into the canvas, before he springs up and onto his seat. It looks like he’s spent at this point and Mya is about to bankrupt him via the Demented.

The blood and strength deprived Mya runs along into the ropes in front of her opponent, bouncing off and then coming back in at Harrison. It appears this match is over and all that Mya has to do now is just ram her shin upside her rival’s face to finish it. She leaps into the shining wizard only to have Harrison shock her via his counter. He leaps to his feet, embeds his hands in Mya’s ribs, lifts her into the air and throws her back, not only into the air but OVER the ropes. Mya comes down from a tremendous height and then goes crashing into the ringside mats face and chest first.

Greyson: NOT AGAIN!

Sparkles: HOLY SHIT ON A SHINGLE!

Frankie: Friggin brutal dude, friggin brutal!

The approving Rachel isn’t the only one at ringside now, because Mya is lying just a few feet away from her. The blood that WAS coming down Mya’s face has clotted, leaving her with the cliché crimson mask. Her languishing, brutalized and battered body nevertheless draws towards the ring, grabbing the apron and using it, or at least trying to, in order to get her legs under her. Extreme blood loss and physical punishment causes Mya’s knees to buckle and her body to go down to the ground. She keeps one arm over the apron and uses it to will herself back up to her feet.

Rachel: Come on! This is what you wanted!

The NHB Champion steps around the overturned casket at ringside in order to stoop to Mya’s side, shouting into her ear.

Rachel: You begged for this!

Although Mya is in the worse shape of her life she’s not giving up this opportunity. Rachel’s words inspire her to roll into the ring, which may prove to be the worse decision she’s ever made. The moment Mya gets into the ring but Harrison swoops in and hooks both of her arms. She has no time to react as she’s pulled into the ring and Harrison sets her up to deliver the Hybrid Theory. Before the move is delivered Harrison looks at Rachel at ringside, who remains silent….chillingly silent. Harrison hoists Mya into the air but in the process of being lifted she manages to counter, wrapping her legs around Aaron’s neck then sitting up and preparing to unleash the hurricarana. Just as it looks like Mya is going to successfully reverse the move Harrison counters her counter into a running buckle bomb. Mya’s back hits the turnbuckle and has left her leaning against the corner looking absolutely spent. Harrison appears ready to finish her off, stepping towards Mya and walking right into the elbow she smacks him in the face with. Harrison stumbles around looking disorientated while Mya reaches out, takes him around the neck and sets up for the Cra-Cra AGAIN.

Harrison isn’t about to be hit with the Shiranui, reaching out and grabbing the cables, causing Mya to flip back over his shoulder and land behind him. Harrison blocks the Cra-Cra but then finds himself stunned by the roll up, Mya pulling him over into the school boy.

Greyson: WHOA! WAIT! Mya-Mya got him! She got him!

The crowd is blown away by what they just witnessed, Mya successfully catching Harrison totally off guard and with the school boy of all things to at last….at loooong last defeat him.

Sparkles: Harrison’s been pinned!

Greyson: But in spite of this loss, he showed us here tonight that he’s not the same soul that was stuffed in that casket several months ago.

Sparkles: Mya with a major victory both personally and professionally this evening. After weeks and weeks of wanting Harrison, she got him, and she beat him.

The banged up Mya returns to her feet seconds after her victory only to lose her balance and fall back into the ropes. Then, from the corner of her eye, she sees Rachel Tatum Lee climbing up onto the ring apron. The NHB Champion smiles in Mya’s direction. The grin unsettles Denton, unsettles her enough to do something about it. She approaches Rachel, reaching out over the cables only to find HERSELF caught. Harrison grabs Mya’s wrist, pulls her around into a boot to the gut, hooks both of her arms and then delivers the Hybrid Theory.

Greyson: A post match Hybrid Theory just delivered on Denton.

Sparkles: But it looks like Harrison took no pleasure in it.

Greyson: It appears that Harrison has changed quite a bit.

Looks are not deceiving, because Harrison truly is an entirely different animal now. Instead of taking pleasure in Mya’s suffrage he just watches the blood stream down her unconscious face with no emotion at all. At ringside Rachel is summoning someone from the back and before long members of her group Tombstone are making their way down the ramp. Goddard, Sundown and Elijah Dallas head for the squared circle.

Greyson: Tombstone coming back out, for what reason I have no idea.

Harrison lowers his lips to Mya’s ear, whispering into it.

Harrison: You got what you wanted, but now it’s time to give you what you NEED.

Harrison grabs Mya by the wrist and her ankle, pulling her limp body towards the ropes. After rolling to ringside he gives the limbs of his fallen opponent a yank in order to drag her into his arms. He carries her towards the coffin surrounded by Tombstone at ringside.

Greyson: He’s not gonna….

Rachel holds open the lid to the coffin and looks into Harrison’s face, wordlessly instructing him. Before long Mya’s unconscious body is eased into the coffin and the lid is slammed shut. Rachel leans in towards the casket.

Rachel: I know what ya need.

Tombstone grabs the railings of the coffin and carry it up the ramp towards the backstage area. Rachel begins to follow, leaving a still and silent Harrison at ringside. He watches as the casket carrying Mya is dragged away. Finally Rachel turns around on the ramp, looking back at Harrison then gesturing for him to come along.

Greyson: Tombstone are taking Mya Denton out of the arena in a scene eerily familiar to what we witnessed back at Awakening when Harrison was carted out of the building in a coffin.

Sparkles: What plans does Rachel have for Mya?

Rachel and Harrison walk up the ramp and leave the door open for so much conjecture regarding their intentions. The fans hope that they have not seen the last of Mya Denton, the very woman just carried off trapped within a casket.

Taylor: You’re gonna look so YUMMY with the World Title around your waist.

If there’s anyone who knows something about World Titles, it’s former three time World Champion Taylor Chase. She stands in the backstage area talking to the woman who now holds a briefcase that contains a number one contender contract to the richest prize in all of professional wrestling. Lexy Chapel clutches the attaché she and her tag team partner Kat Kelly pilfered earlier in the night. At the moment Wicked Intent, co-holders of the Tag Title straps are stood across from Taylor Chase and her husband Orlando Cruze.

Taylor: That belt will look sooooo much better around your six pack abs instead of being on Buehler’s beer gut.

Lexy: Heh, well that belt isn’t going to hide Katelyn’s butt-gut any longer. Cause if I’m not leaving here tonight as number one contender, I’ll do one better and leave as World Champion.

All four members of Monarchy are amused by this statement and watch closely as Lexy’s hand slaps against the briefcase that was SUPPOSED to be cashed in by Scott Cannon later tonight.

Taylor: Listen kitten…

Tay puts her hand on Lexy’s shoulder while her other hand cups the spot where Chase’s heart should be.

Taylor:….I’m moved at the thought of seeing you win the title tonight. It almost brings a tear to my eye.

Kat: I think that’s a stray eyelash actually.

Kat looks closer then reaches out and takes the lash off Tay’s cheek.

Taylor: Thanks dear.

Kat: Don’t mention it.

Taylor: Anyway, I may be barred from contending for the World Title thanks to that dumbass injunction that our ESTEEEEMED Principle Owner Silas Mason placed against me, but that won’t keep me from deciding the future of the championship. It makes me sick in my perfectly Pilated belly to see Pasty Katie walking around with the World Title, it should be on a member of Monarchy.

Lexy: You’ll get no argument from me.

Taylor: So let me help you cash in that case and take the championship tonight.

Lexy: It seems that Elvira is going to learn what everyone else has, that WE are Monarchy, and WE totally rule.

Lexy muses while clutching the briefcase holding the number one contender contract to her chest. The camera zooms in on the case that Lexy intends to use to parlay her way into even MORE title gold.

A cellphone is placed to the ear of IWC competitor Victoria Salinas as she carries on an exposition laden conversation and paces the locker-room.

Victoria: I haven’t found out yet. I got no idea who my partner is going to be when I take on New Eden tonight. For all I know it could be Prii Foote….

She sticks a finger down her throat, pantomiming throwing up.

Victoria: Yeeeeaaah I heard that rumor too….(Victoria says while raising her free hand, opening it and twisting it from side to side at the wrist)….But I don’t know if she was serious about teaming up with me or not. Besides, she comes from a family that hasn’t proven very trustworthy these past couple of months.

The door to the locker-room opens and once Victoria sees who’s coming in she wraps up her phone conversation quick.

Victoria: Hey, Marina’s here, I’ll talk to you later.

The phone is back in her pocket and her focus is on the woman who steps to her side, Marina Valdivia. Although Victoria’s happy to see Marina, at the moment Marina isn’t happy to be seen. She looks anywhere that isn’t her friend’s face.

Victoria: Hey, I got to get ready for my match, but I was hoping we could talk on my way to the ring….

Marina: So you um found a partner to tag with you against Cindy and Serenity?

Her voice sounds distant, as if she’s talking about something she doesn’t really want to be talking about.

Victoria: From what I’ve been told the IWC found someone and…..is there something wrong? (She takes notice of Marina’s unease) You don’t have to worry about me, I don’t care who I’m teamed up with, because I’ve been ITCHIN’ to get my hands on Serenity after all the hot garbage that she and Cindy have put you through this year….

Marina: Viccy, I need you to be honest with me.

Victoria: Ain’t I always?

Marina: Earlier tonight, did you and Tabitha get into it?

Victoria: I really wouldn’t say we got into it, it was more like we had a difference of opinions. She wanted to be at ringside for your tournament match and I wasn’t about to let….

The door to the locker-room opens once again but this time Victoria doesn’t look towards who entered fast enough. A pipe wrench goes sailing into her upper back, the blow knocking her from her feet and to the ground right in front of Marina. Just before she can exact revenge on her friend’s behalf Marina is caught in the enormous hand of Borislav. His palm engulfs Marina’s throat and then gives her a forceful shove, lifting her off of her feet and throwing her back. Marina almost trips over a small wooden bench and flies through the door-less locker, her spine smacking off the wall. As Marina slides down to her seat, Victoria is lifted into the arms of Borislav. The blow from the pipe wrench has left her defenseless as she dragged by the hair on the back of her head towards the door.

The camera switches to the hallway just outside the locker-room, fixated on a stretcher that is set up in front of an open door. That doorway is soon filled by Borislav, who is pulling Victoria along on her knees beside him. He then throws Victoria over the stretcher and then uses one of the straps hanging from the side of the cot to bind her in place. Just as Victoria regains consciousness she realizes that she’s tied to the stretcher and is being pushed down the hallway by Borislav.

The camera is aimed right at the shocked expressions of the commentators as they sit behind their announce table and react to the sight they just witnessed backstage.

Greyson: New Eden’s muscle Borislav just-just-just attacked Victoria Salinas and Marina Valdivia backstage guys.

Sparkles: That’s not all he did.

Frankie: That’s right my little purple buddy, because Borislav left Marina laying on her flat ass, but he strapped Victoria down on that stretcher.

Sparkles: And it looks like he was pushing it in OUR direction.

Greyson: Victoria is supposed to be facing off against Borislav’s superiors Cindy Todd and Serenity tonight in a tag team match but….what’s that coming our way?

Off to the side of the Riot set an ambulance comes into view, it’s sirens sounding and it’s warning lights flashing all throughout the arena as it backs into place just beneath the entrance stage. The doors go flying open as New Eden members emerge, Serenity stepping out of the driver’s seat and Cindy Todd exiting from the passenger side.

Greyson: Things just go from creepy to downright scary!

Sparkles: New Eden driving that ambulance we all saw them show up in at the start of the show.

Greyson: These lunatics Cindy Todd and Serenity backing it right out here in front of us, and now we know why Borislav is bringing Victoria Salinas our way in that ambulance.

Frankie: Looks to me like neither Cindy nor Serenity have any intention of facing Victoria in that tag team match scheduled for tonight.

Greyson: I don’t even want to begin to think what they have in mind for Victoria.

We’re about to find out considering that Victoria Salinas is being pushed along on a stretcher through the huge black drapes hung over the entry way. As much as she struggles against the straps holding her down all her wriggling proves futile. There’s no getting out of her predicament, the bindings attaching her to the stretcher proving to be just too tight. Borislav pushes Victoria along to the stage, looking off just beside it to the two bodies on the ground below. Serenity is shouting for Borislav to just give Victoria a little nudge in order to push her off the side of the stage.

Greyson: No-no-no-no…don’t you dare do it Borislav.

Sparkles: He’s going to shove Victoria off that stage while she’s strapped to a stretcher.

Frankie: At least New Eden brought an ambulance.

Greyson: God dammit Frankie, this isn’t funny.

Borislav begins to bend at the knees in order to get a running start behind the shove that will send Victoria and the stretcher sailing to the ground. Ultimately it’s his back that bends, bends thanks to the swinging of a pipe wrench right into his kidneys. Apparently Marina Valdivia has recovered from her crash into the wall backstage, because she’s returned to her feet and she’s bashing Borislav with the very same weapon he initially assaulted Victoria with.

Greyson: Thank God for Marina Valdivia!

Sparkles: She’s just come to Victoria’s rescue.

Frankie: It’s stupid of her to get involved in this, she’s still got a match against Mika Kozlov in the finals of the tournament tonight.

Greyson: Victoria is Marina’s friend, Frankie.

The crack of the pipe wrench has sent Borislav crumbling to the ground, laid out beside the stretcher that Victoria is still tied down onto. Maria looks over him and over her friend to the two ladies stood behind the ambulance. Cindy and Serenity are not in the slightest bit happy that Marina just interfered with their plans. Though they’re even angrier when Marina dashes across the stage and leaps off the edge, forward flipping into a senton plancha that sends her body crashing into New Eden.

Greyson: Marina diving into Cindy, diving into Serenity, taking out New Eden!!

Sparkles: She’s had such a brutal and lasting rivalry with Serenity for months now.

Greyson: It’s playing out here on pay-per-view!

Marina lays out both of her New Eden rivals but her focus is primarily directed at just one of them. She grabs Serenity by the hair, forces her up to her feet and throws a forearm upside her jaw. The shot sends Serenity staggering towards the open doors of the ambulance, risking being placed inside. Marina throws another punch upside Serenity’s chin, and then another, and then another, staggering her closer and closer to the ambulance. Unbeknownst to Marina is the fact that Cindy is knelt behind her and reaching her tights. A plastic bag is removed and now wraps around Marina’s head, suffocating her.

Greyson: Oh no! OH NO!! Cindy Todd is-is-is using that plastic bag to suffocate Marina.

Sparkles: we saw her do this to Taylor Chase a few months ago.

Marina wildly swings her arms around in a desperate attempt to get the plastic bag off of her head. The oxygen deprivation causes her to just lose her senses, her muscles instinctively flailing about. Those muscles soon lose their strength and Marina begins to fall to the ground. As Marina loses her balance Serenity swoops in and begins to stomp at her weakened foe. Cindy continues to hold tight to the plastic bag, not letting go until every bit of life has been suffocated from the body of her target.

Greyson: Security PLEASE intervene! PLEASE do something!

There’s only one person in any position to end this, and that’s Victoria Salinas. After struggling against the straps holding her down for several minutes she finally manages to get free. She springs into action, climbing down off the stage and dropping behind Cindy. She scrambles into Cindy and blasts her across the back with a forearm. Before Cindy can stop it she’s being spun around by the back of the head then charged face first into the wall that holds the stage up. Cindy bounces off and spirals away from it before staggering through some drapes, disappearing into the back. There is no one pursuing her on account of the fact that Victoria is more preoccupied ripping the plastic bag off of her friend’s head. Marina gasps for air, replenishing oxygen to her lungs.

Greyson: Victoria returning the favor to Marina.

Sparkles; It was her turn to save her buddy.

Frankie: For how long can these two watch each other’s backs?

Serenity is about to go after Marina with more stomps only to have Victoria cut her off. Salinas charges at Serenity and Serenity charges into the ambulance. She jumps into the back and Victoria jumps in as well, chasing her all the way to the driver’s door. Serenity opens it and lunges out of the ambulance before vanishing into the backstage area. Victoria would go on chasing her but has gotten caught up when trying to get around the driver’s seat. All she can do is reach out but not reach far enough to grab Serenity.

Sparkles: Serenity and Cindy Todd vanishing…for now.

Greyson: But they’ve still got Victoria to contend with later tonight in tag team action.

Frankie: Who’s going to be crazy enough to team with Victoria against New Eden? Especially after what they just tried to do.

The camera is zoomed in on a table that is slanting up from the floor and leaning against the wall. A photograph suddenly moves into view, not just being placed against the surface of the table but being stapled there. The image is of Selena Frost, the beloved Snow Queen of IWC fame. A staple gun ensures that the photograph will stay in place, for now at least. The camera pulls back away from the table, away from the photo, and to the repulsed expression of the man who stares into both objects. Alistair Taylor looks disgusted by what he’s seeing, the image that he just stapled in place.

Alistair: You have no idea….no idea what I’m going to do to you tonight.

His head rears back as his throat trembles. A huge glob of spit flies from his mouth and strikes the picture of his opponent this evening, hitting Selena Frost straight in the face.

Alistair: That’s what I’m going to do to you, I’m going to spit on you and spit on all your believers, and then your ass is going through this table.

Growls Alistair while slapping his palms down on the very table he’ll use without consequence this evening in his Tables Are Legal match against Selena Frost.

Greyson: Well we’re still in total shock over what happened out here with New Eden, Victoria Salinas and Marina Valdivia, but I guess the show HAS to roll along.

Frankie: Ooooh yeah, you bet it will, because coming up next we’re gonna see Alistair Taylor break the Snow Queen like she were nothing but a lowly pauper by putting her icy ass through a table.

Sparkles: It’s gonna be Alistair versus Selena in Tables Are Legal, and this match all came about after the unspeakable act we saw Taylor commit two weeks ago.

TWO WEEKS AGO

The video package that plays at the moment shows highlights from Riot two weeks ago, starting with Selena Frost in the ring seconds after a hard fought confrontation. Stood on the apron is a woman who makes all of Selena’s trials and tribulations worth it, her fiancée Deanna Springs. She is talking to Selena before their conversation is rudely interrupted. Alistair Taylor sneaks in under Deanna and pulls her off the apron into a powerbomb right through a table that had been sitting at ringside. The video cuts to a few seconds later where Selena is crouched beside an unconscious Deanna lying on the broken fragments of table while staring up the ramp at the grin on Alistair’s face.

The feed transitions to the interview area where Selena Frost can be seen pacing behind the back of correspondent Mark Comeau. Instead of wearing her traditional wrestling apparel Selena is adorned in blue jeans and a t-shirt, wearing street clothes in recognition of what will no doubt be a glorified street fight she’s scheduled to compete in next as she goes to exact revenge on Alistair Taylor.

Comeau: I’m standing by here with Selena Frost, who in just a few minutes takes on Alistair Taylor in a Tables Are Legal match-up. But first I just wanted to ask you, Selena, how your fiancée Deanna Springs is doing after being maliciously powerbombed by Monarchy member Alistair two weeks ago.

Selena stops pacing and starts glaring at Comeau, when she looks into the correspondent’s face all she sees is the smile of Alistair Taylor. Her silence is almost chilling, no pun intended. Her slow movements are methodic, as she reaches up grabs the wrist of Comeau and pulls the microphone he’s holding towards her lips. Her icy, pun intended, eyes turn to the camera.

Selena: Alistair Taylor, tonight it’s not just winter that is coming, because what you’re about to get is…a….blizzarrrrd.

The microphone is pushed away from Selena’s mouth which has stopped moving, but her body hasn’t. She walks towards the squared circle while the camera remains stationed on the concerned expression across correspondent Comeau’s face.

Greyson: Selena Frost has got ice in her veins here tonight.

Sparkles: She’s headed into what’s going to be a straight up BRAWL with Monarchy’s Alistair Taylor under Tables Are Legal rules.

Greyson: Her rivalry with Monarchy has been ongoing for several months now, but in particular she’s fixated on Alistair, who actually cost her the Tag Team Titles several months….ago….Guys, get cameras out here right now….

The reason the commentator requested that the camera return to the ringside area becomes transparent when the world is bombarded by the image of Desmond Drake. The midget with a massive ego is presently headed around the squared circle holding a belt that Selena Frost may be very interested in, the Queen of Wrestling Championship.

Greyson: Desmond Drake, assistant to Principle Owner Silas Mason, is coming down our way and he’s holding the recently revealed Queen of Wrestling Championship.

Frankie: Come on over Drake, I got you a high chair right here.

Sparkles: That’s Sparkles’ chair.

Frankie: SHUT UP!

Greyson: I find it highly suspicious that Drake would be coming out here right now considering that the last time we saw him he was being attacked by Selena Frost, who is scheduled to compete coming up next.

Drake steps to the side of the announce table where he takes a seat, but he does not put on a headset. Instead he leans back in his chair with the title that has yet to crown a champion, seated across his lap.

Frankie: Ummm Drake, come on man, sit next to me, I got you a headset right here bro.

Sparkles: That’s Sparkles’ headset.

Frankie: I said shut it!

Greyson: It doesn’t look like Drake is interested in doing commentary. I pray that he’s out here to announce that Selena Frost will be partaking in a future match to crown the first ever Queen of Wrestling Champion.

A surly looking Drake sits back in his chair and watches the pending match with a big old frown on his lips.

SELENA FROST VS. ALISTAIR TAYLOR:
TABLES ARE LEGAL

The intro track of Selena Frost gets a response that has to be heard to believe. The crowd just lets out all their emotion at the sight of the Snow Queen walking to the stage. She looks almost naked at the moment without her fiancée Deanna Springs shadowing her to the ring. The lack of Deanna is no doubt a sore point for Selena, who marches up the ring stairs wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt. The word ‘Monarchy’ is written on the shirt with a big red ‘X’ airbrushed across the name of the group she has opposed for several months.

Greyson: You can just feel how the atmosphere changes when Selena Frost comes to the ring.

Sparkles: it just sends chills up your body.

Frankie: Sparkles, bud, PLEASE don’t start with the puns.

Sparkles: Sparkles can’t help it, I’m a pun loving puppet.

Greyson: Selena has built up quite the grudge with Alistair Taylor that is going to finally be resolved here in a moment. Over the course of this rivalry we’ve seen Selena impersonate a musician and bust a guitar over Alistair’s head, we’ve seen Selena drug a bottle of champagne to give Alistair stomach issues, and we’ve seen Alistair cost Selena the Tag Team Titles, as well as powerbomb her fiancée through a table.

Frankie: All of their problems come to an end here tonight though.

Selena is so focused on her match that she doesn’t even notice Drake seated beside the announce table giving her the stink eye. The glare of Selena is fixated on the stage where the tunes of her opponent’s theme are playing throughout the building. As strobes flicker off to either side of the stage Alistair Taylor tears through the speakers and walks disgruntled to the stage. The moment his eyes cross the face of Selena is a moment where he stops hiding any emotion. Obscenities fly from his mouth as he moves down the ramp.

Greyson: Alistair revved up for this one.

Frankie: Shouldn’t he be? That bitch in the ring poisoned him for Christ sakes.

Sparkles: Costing him the Evolution Title several weeks ago.

Greyson: A fitting retribution for Alistair screwing Selena out of the tag straps back at Awakening.

Alistair learns and learns quickly just how vocal Selena’s fans can be. One of them is standing up behind the barricade shouting directly at Selena’s rival. Alistair bickers with the fan for a moment before he unleashes a slap right across the guy’s chubby face

Greyson: Alistair slapping one of Selena Frost’s fans.

Sparkles: And Selena is not going to stand for that.

The second the slap hits the fan Selena hits the ropes, diving right through them. She runs up behind Alistair and jumps onto his back, driving him down into the barricade and throwing punches upside his skull.

Frankie: Selena all over Alistair Taylor like Miss Jon on a carton of Krispy Kreme donuts.

Sparkles: *Snort*

Greyson: That slap to that fan crossed a line.

The barricade that Alistair uses to hold himself up is now employed as a weapon. He reaches back and takes Selena around the head, throwing her down chin first into the steel. The Ice Queen’s jaw ricochets from the barricade and sends her staggering back towards the ring. Alistair dashes towards her, intent on shrinking her a little by way of detaching her head from her shoulders via the clothesline. Selena has the wherewithal to counter though, hitting the drop toe hold on her adversary that sends his face careening right along into the hardened apron of the ring.

It wasn’t a slap like the one he gave the fan but the impact with the apron is just as jarring for Alistair. He crawls away from the ring while Selena slides into it. It now appears that she’s about to go high risk, running the length of the ring and leaping to the top rope. Alistair has already made it to the base of the ramp before looking back at Selena flying as high as an eagle before extending her talons and swooping in for the kill. She flies from the ring, flies over the ringside mats, and flies right over Alistair. He side steps her at the last second and sends Selena crashing into the steel rampway.

Sparkles: AHHHH!!

Greyson: Selena went for the dive but she took a header right into the ramp instead.

Although she collides with the ramp Selena tries to get back up and walks right into Alistair’s scoop slam. Once again Selena’s body nails the steel that comprises the ramp. What follows is the point of Alistair’s elbow hitting Selena in the chest. He then rolls away from Selena and once he’s cleared his opponent he stomps and curses his way towards the backstage area. He marches through the curtains and into the back, seemingly walking out on the match. Nope, wait, Selena’s not that lucky, cause Alistair returns and returns with a table in his arms.

Greyson: Well I thought Alistair was leaving, but instead he was retrieving a table.

Sparkles: That didn’t take long.

Greyson: No it didn’t. Tables are of course completely legal under the rules of this match.

Sparkles: Yeah peeps, and don’t think it ends when either Selena or Alistair go through ONE table. Nuh-uh. They can use one, two, three, fifteen tables even if that’s what it takes…

Greyson: Ultimately the only way you win in Tables Are Legal is by going for the pinfall, which due to the nature of this match can happen anywhere in the building.

Frankie: Seems Selena’s going to be the first to go through wood, and I’m praying that she’ll be the last.

Given the place that Alistair has set the table up Frankie’s speculation may be right on the money. The table goes no further than the stage, Alistair setting it up right there on the steel. He then goes back after Selena, intent on subjecting her to the exact same punishment he inflicted on her fiancée a few weeks ago. Already Selena is back on her feet but she may not stay there for long, because Alistair is bearing down on her. He grabs Selena only to have her suddenly hook one of his arms into a half nelson and then begin to bash him to the back of his neck over and over again with punches. Fire can be seen in Selena’s normally icy eyes as she punches and slugs and slugs Alistair in the brainpan. Selena then grabs Alistair’s far shoulder and uses that grip along with the half nelson to fling the back of her rival’s head down into the ramp. After Alistair’s head hits the steel grating his hands clasp at the back of his possible fractured skull.

The uncharacteristically intense Selena drops down beside Alistair, grabs hold of his ears and lifts his head only to drive the back of it down into the ramp again. Right now it feels like there are jackhammers tearing up asphalt inside of Alistair’s head, though he’s working his way back up. Selena is gonna make him regret that, grabbing him by the ear, dragging him along up the ramp and then introducing his face to the very table that HE brought into play. Alistair’s head cracks against the table and he goes stumbling away from it towards one of the steel truss that support the Cartel-tron. Alistair’s face is cracked off of it as well and now he goes staggering towards the last place in the world he wants to be, the edge of the stage.

Frankie: No! No! Alistair, don’t go that way, turn around.

Greyson: I don’t think he has much choice in the matter Frankie.

Alistair turns away from the edge of the stage just as Selena comes hustling towards him, intent on driving him down to the table set up several feet below. She throws a punch into Alistair’s jaw that has him further unbalanced, his heels precariously dangling over the edge of the stage. Selena goes in for the kill, throwing another punch that just BARELY misses Alistair’s head. Instead it’s a boot that connects, Alistair’s kick hitting Selena in the ribs and doubling her over. Alistair steps over the back of Selena’s head and pushes her towards the table set up on the stage.

Alistair: You want to know how Deanna felt? Alright, that’s just dandy.

Selena is lifted into a powerbomb, one that will put her right through the wood. Just as the crowd squeals in anticipation of seeing Selena go through the table, she counters and counters the only way that presents itself. She reaches out over Alistair and grabs the truss behind his back. She not only grabs it but now pulls herself towards it, freeing herself from her adversary’s shoulders. Selena stands on the truss then begins to climb it as she tries to escape Alistair. That’s not an easy task considering that Alistair is following right up after her.

Greyson: These two going up into no man’s land.

Frankie: Selena’s panties?

Greyson: NO! Their climbing up onto the Cartel-tron.

Selena reaches the top of the truss and turns around on the steel framing, throwing punches down into the face of her encroaching rival. One blow after another nails Alistair in the brow until his hands slip off the truss and he goes falling to his feet across the stage. He then loses his balance and goes falling back over the table. His eyes just begin to flutter open in time to see Selena standing so high above him and pointing with one finger towards the heavens. It seems Selena is giving a shout out to someone watching high above and that someone becomes a bit clearer when she goes flying off the bottom section of the Cartel-tron frame and hits a frog splash that puts Alistair through the table.

Frankie: AAAAAAAHHHH!!!

Greyson: THROUGH THE….THROUGH THE…THROUGH THE TAAAABLE!

The entire fanbase is stood and giving that last high risk move some proper recognition. They start a ‘holy shit’ chant at the sight of Selena plunging right through Alistair, putting them both down to the stage. If you think that Selena should go for a pin here, then you clearly have no idea just how much Alistair has riled her up. She doesn’t go for the pin, a win is nowhere near as important to her as hurting her nemesis. It kills her body but Selena stands up with clumps of Alistair’s hair in her hands, dragging him away from the broken table and onto his feet. A strange gleam inhabits Selena’s eyes as she pulls Alistair down the ramp and towards the ring where so much punishment waits to be inflicted. She reaches under the squared circle, grabs a table and then slides it on out.

Frankie: This chick’s gone psycho!

Greyson: We told you there would be multiple tables involved in this one Frankie.

Sparkles: No joke.

Selena sets a table for Alistair and then rolls him on top of it. She only breaks away from her rival for a second in order to climb up a turnbuckle. Once on top and once turned towards Alistair, Selena grabs her long almost white pony tail and twists it into a tighter knot. This signifies to the world that she is about to get a lot more intense. Selena is about to dive from the turnbuckle but Alistair rolls off the table before he can be put through another one.

Sparkles: Alistair getting out of the way.

Greyson: I don’t even know if he’s cognizant of the fact that he avoided going through a table a SECOND time.

Alistair tries to use the apron to help himself stand, but it actually turns out to be his detriment. Selena runs across the apron and delivers a kick so stiff to his face that the shot sends him staggering back across the mats and falling over the table once again. Selena quickly returns to the corner, climbing the turnbuckle and readying to dive off only to realize that Alistair has cleared from the table a second time. He then falls over the steel steps, using THOSE as help, but they may prove to be his detriment once again. Selena drops from the corner and to the ringside mats, dashing across them towards Alistair. Although she intends to meet her rival, she instead meets the steel steps in his hands. Alistair rips the top half of the stairs off the bottom section then whips around and absolutely crushes Selena’s face with his makeshift weapon.

Frankie: DAAAAYYYUUUMM!

Greyson: Everything in and around that ring being used as a weapon in this absolutely brutal match thus far.

The stairs are thrown down onto the mats right beside the table situated at ringside. On the opposite side of them Selena is getting to her feet, unaware that Alistair is waiting behind her. She learns in brutal fashion what Alistair was anticipating as he lifts her into the air with a gorilla press and then drops her flat on her face across the steps.

Sparkles: Those stairs have already proven detrimental to the athletes competing here tonight. Poor Mya Denton’s face was absolutely mangled by them earlier tonight.

Greyson: And who can forget how Lexy Chapel just bashed Marina Valdivia’s skull into them over and over again?

Alistair will do more than just mangle Selena with the stairs, he’ll absolutely BREAK her with any weapon he can get his hands on. Right now his hands are on Selena’s head and are swinging her face down into the stairs once more. Somehow Selena ends up back on the apron and is using the ropes to stand up only to realize that Alistair is once again waiting on her. He lifts Selena into the air with a gorilla press, preparing to throw her from the apron and through the table several feet below. It seems Selena’s body is going to be destroyed via the crash into the wood but her attacker fails to take into account her resiliency. Selena manages to shift her weight, slip from Alistair’s hands and land in the ring behind her opponent. Alistair swings around only to realize he’s turned too late, because Selena is already back flipping into the Pele Kick and catching him right upside his skull.

Alistair goes falling from the apron and landing on his feet at ringside only to trip into the steel steps. He unconsciously climbs them to the very top while behind his back inside of the ring Selena is dashing towards the ropes then flipping over them. She flies into a senton plancha that connects, but sadly it does not take Alistair off the stairs he was standing on. He doesn’t just balance himself, he actually CATCHES Selena across his shoulders before turning and powerbombing her through the table she set up moments ago. From his elevated stance on top of the stairs he throws Selena directly into the wood.

Greyson: POWWWWWEEERBOMB!

Frankie: Sweet-sweet retribution for Alistair.

Greyson: Retribution for Alistair? RETRIBUTION FOR ALISTAIR!!??!

Frankie: Calm down Lovejoy, or you’ll ruin your underwear.

The fans are watching with their hands on top of their heads and their mouths hanging down past their knees at the sight of Selena’s body exploding on impact with the table. Alistair is unable to follow up nearly as quickly as he would like, eventually just falling off the stairs and on top of Selena.

Greyson: There’s the pin. Remember, falls count anywhere in this match!

Selena’s shoulder pops up from the broken table, ensuring that the match will continue. As the ‘believers’ rejoice Alistair shakes with anger. He does not take kindly to Selena’s kick out, which to him serves as a grave insult. He approaches the ring at this point and looks beneath it for another table, where you better believe there is a bountiful supply. Yet another table is brought into the fray, sliding under the ropes and into the ring. But Alistair isn’t through doing a little shopping beneath the squared circle. Here comes ANOTHER table, this one sliding into the ring as well. He’s not done yet, he grabs a THIRD table and this time sets up on the ringside mats.

Frankie: Good God man, how many tables is Alistair going to throw into that ring?

Sparkles: How many tables do we still have left UNDER the ring?

Greyson: Alistair is about to use every last one of them.

Not only is Alistair employing tables but the ring steps as well. They are forced in between the ropes and into the squared circle. Alistair makes his way around the squared circle, approaching the other set of ring steps. Those too are brought into the ring.

Greyson: What sick plans are going through Alistair’s mind right now?

Once back in the ring Alistair begins to put to use all of his toys to manufacture what will undoubtedly be a deathtrap for his rival. Although Alistair has trouble doing it because of the frog splash through a table earlier in this match, he completes his diabolical task. He sets up a table not on the canvas but on top of the two sets of ring-steps. He makes sure the table is elevated higher than normal, what with one set of legs situated on one set of stairs, and the other set of legs placed on top of the other set of stairs. Alistair grins at the platform he created but that smile fades the moment he sees Selena climbing her way back up onto the apron. The fact that she’s still breathing angers Alistair to the point where he wants to vomit….no….scratch that, he’s been there and done that.

Alistair grabs Selena by the pony tail and gives it a hard enough tug to send her flipping sideways back into the ring. As she drops to his feet the grin returns to Alistair’s face. He slowly backs towards the corner, stepping up and dragging Selena along with him. Selena unknowingly is led along into position for a super powerbomb from the top rope and through the table. At the announce table we can see Desmond Drake perking up in his chair, eager to see Selena’s career ended.

Greyson: Look at Drake, he’s really enjoying this.

Frankie: You act like he shouldn’t after Selena DDTed him two weeks ago?

Speaking of Selena’s DDT.

As Alistair lifts Selena up onto his shoulders and readies to throw her through the table via a deadly powerbomb she counters and boy does she counter in a way most fatal to her opponent. Selena slips off of her adversary’s shoulders and lands on the middle rope right beside him, trapping Alistair’s head in a front chancery. The crowd knows what’s coming, even the one who got slapped in the face, hence why they are all carrying on in excitement at the thought of seeing Selena put Alistair through the table via the Ice Breaker DDT…no…a SUPER Ice-Breaker DDT.

Frankie: Don’t you do it Selena! Don’t you do it! You’ll only make Monarchy madder.

Greyson: Shut up with all that Monarchy crap Frankie.

Selena begins to drop back into the DDT but Alistair has no intention of going through the wood. He grabs the top rope with both hands and blocks having his body dragged from the ropes and his neck potentially broken. Instead it’s Selena who might just end up being broken as her opponent stands up straight, elevating her on top of his shoulder. Alistair then pushes Selena around and turns her front chancery against her in order to load her up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Just as it seems he’s about to put her through the table in the ring, Alistair instead hits her with a Death Valley Driver from the middle rope that sends Selena flying over the top cable and going right through the table he set up at ringside a few seconds ago.

Greyson: OOOOOH! OOOOOH! OOOOOOH NOOOOO!!

Sparkles: Into the table! Holy fuck into the table!

Frankie: That was….hahahahaha….that was WICKED.

The fans are shocked to say the least at the sight of the table exploding around Selena’s motionless, limp body.

Greyson: Selena is done. That’s it. That’s all she has left.

Frankie: New Eden might want to bring that ambulance back out here.

Greyson: Would you stop making jokes?

Frankie: Who was joking?

Alistair finds it hard to stand as he moves through the ropes and to Selena’s side. It takes all his strength to roll her back into the ring and then to climb up the nearest turnbuckle. To the dismay of the audience Alistair’s elbow comes sailing from the turnbuckle and eventually straight into Selena’s chest. That’s not good enough though. Alistair rolls back to the corner, climbs it and comes flying off a second time, hitting ANOTHER elbow drop right into Selena’s heart.

Frankie: Hahahaha, this is great. Alistair isn’t going to stop until he’s killed Selena’s heart.

Greyson: He may very well have done that when he powerbombed her fiancée Deanna Springs through a table several weeks ago.

Logically Alistair could go for the pin right now, however, at the moment he could give a damn about logic, All he’s interested in is seeing Selena suffer. To further antagonize her, Alistair steps onto her pony tail, pinning it with his boot to the canvas. He then grabs her wrists and lifts on them with all his strength. As a result Selena’s hair is being pulled and her pony tail is almost getting ripped right out of her scalp. The referee admonishes Alistair yet there is little he can do to stop this. Unfortunately he has to let nature take its course. Finally Alistair drops Selena’s wrists so he can pull a Babe Ruth by pointing to his target, the table that he elevated on top of the stairs. Selena’s body is placed across it, Alistair positioning her before he approaches the turnbuckle. He starts to climb only to stop, some kind of sick thought popping into his head. Alistair rolls to the outside of the ring, lifts the tarp and reaches beneath it, grabbing a ladder.

Greyson: No, just no. You put that away right now Alistair.

Sparkles: How far is the referee going to let these two bend the rules of this match. It’s supposed to be TABLES are legal, not ladders.

Frankie: I can’t wait to see what Alistair does with that thing.

The ladder slides into the ring and Alistair follows right along behind it. He kicks aside another of the tables he put in the squared circle earlier on so that he can set up the ladder. Alistair now starts to ascend it, climbing each rung closer to the top that he’ll momentarily come flying off of with the intent of perhaps putting his elbow through Selena’s heart, stopping it once and for all. What he fails to realize is that Selena’s heart is not in her chest, it comes in the form of Deanna Springs, who is sliding into the ring at that very second and complicating Alistair’s plans.

Greyson: Deanna Springs is here! She’s here guys!

Frankie: Dammit to all hell and back again! Why can’t she stay dead?

Sparkles: We haven’t seen her since she was powerbombed through that table by Alistair!

Greyson: Now is not the right time to show up Deanna.

In her mind it’s the perfect time to arrive, because she’s here to save her fiancée from whatever diabolical act Alistair had in mind for her. Deanna grabs an unaware Alistair by his ankle, pulling on it and pulling on it until he comes down off the ladder. Alistair lands in front of Deanna then goes wide eyed at the sight of her. His hand lashes out and grabs Deanna by the hair, resulting in both her screams and the screams of the crowd.

Greyson: Don’t you do it Alistair! Don’t you dare do it.

Deanna claws at Alistair’s hand, trying to tear it away from her hair. His grip won’t be broken, nor will his lip lock. He smiles as he pulls Deanna in and gives her a big wet sloppy kiss on the lips. Deanna fights and flails to get free but Alistair’s lips will not be detached from her face.

Greyson: This is just sick.

Frankie: He’s showing her how it feels to be kissed by a real…WATCH OUT!

Behind Alistair’s back Selena has climbed to her feet on the table that has been turned into a platform across the two sets of ring-steps, she then comes flying from it into a double axehandle. She smashes Alistair over the back, breaking his lip lock on her fiancée. Selena then turns Alistair around and rushes him at the ladder, cracking his face against it.

Greyson: Thank God for Selena.

Alistair bounces off the ladder and falls to his knees. All the while Selena is checking on Deanna, who has backed into one of the corners desperately trying to wipe the taste of Alistair off of her tongue. Selena shakes with anger as she approaches one of the tables Alistair tossed into the ring, picking it up and slanting it against the corner of the ring. She then runs at the table that was set up across the ring steps, climbing onto it and waiting, waiting for her opponent to stand up. Alistair uses the ladder to support his legs, but much like the apron he leaned on earlier in the night, using the ladder for the same cause comes back to haunt him. Selena dives off the table and leaps THROUGH the ladder and catches Alistair around his neck with a blockbuster.

Sparkles: WHOA! Now THAT was awesome!

Deanna stands back clapping at the sight of what she just witnessed.

Greyson: That’s right Deanna, this is all for you.

It seems Alistair is out cold, meaning Selena can have her way with him. She drags Alistair to his feet and backs him into the corner opposite to the one that has the table slanted against it. Alistair hits the turnbuckle and instantly finds his face on the receiving end of punch after punch after punch. Selena climbs up the turnbuckle in front of him and slugs away at his skull, getting such great satisfaction out of feeling the bones in his face breaking beneath her fist. Yet she stops, stops and looks back over her shoulder at Deanna. She calls her fiancée over and Deanna joins right in, grabbing Alistair by the wrist at the same time that Selena does. The two look towards the table slanted up in the diagonal corner of the ring then simultaneously launch him towards it.

But Alistair suddenly catches himself right before he goes through the table, placing his palms against the wood and holding himself back from it. While Deanna looks dejected Selena looks optimistic, running across the ring with the intent of spearing him through the table. Alistair swings around in the nick of time though, kicking Selena in the face and causing her to stand up straight. Alistair then runs in to level her with a clothesline only to have Selena duck his intended blow. Alistair swings around and walks right into a kick to the gut. The blow doubles him over and puts his head in position for the DDT. Selena locks her arm around Alistair’s head and readies to deliver the Ice-Breaker. However, at the last second Alistair pushes back and frees himself. Wait, he doesn’t just escape the DDT, he grabs something to prevent him from falling victim to it in the later stages of this match. He grabs DEANNA.

A stunned Deanna is dragged right between Alistair and Selena, turned into a human shield. Selena WAS going for a punch only to stop in mid-swing, her fist a centimeter removed from her fiancee’s face. She then eases Deanna aside, but there is nothing easy about the eye poke that Alistair gives his compassionate opponent. Selena staggers back holding her eyes and ending up right in front of the table slanted against the corner.

Greyson: What a low down son of a bitch Alistair Taylor is. Using Deanna as a shield.

Frankie: She never should have got in the ring in the first place.

Deanna may not be a classically trained brawler the likes of Alistair Taylor, but that ain’t stopping her from swinging a fist straight at his mug. The punch misses Alistair’s head though as he ducks down and buries his shoulder into Deanna’s ribs. She doesn’t even have time to scream as she’s lifted into the air, charged across the ring like a tackling dummy and ultimately through the table slanted against the corner. No wait, Selena sees Deanna nearing the table so she bites the bullet and jumps between her fiancée and the wood. As a result Deanna is driven into Selena and Selena is the one driven through the table, cushioning some of the impact on her beloved.

Greyson: NOOOO!!

Sparkles: Selena sacrificing herself to save her fiancée!

Frankie: Alistair put them both through the table! Both of ‘em through the table. That was HYYYYSSSTEERICAL!

Greyson: It’s sickening is what it is.

Both Selena and Deanna are sitting up against each other in the corner of the ring with broken table chunks laying around them. Alistair carelessly throws Deanna out of the way and then grabs Selena by the ankle, dragging her to the middle of the ring. The lowest form of human life, otherwise known as Alistair, drops his back into Selena’s chest and hooks her limp leg.

Frankie: Alistair wins Tables Are Lega….

No he doesn’t. Selena kicks out at about as close to the count of three as one can possibly get.

Greyson: IN-CRED-I-BLE!

Sparkles: Sparkles HAS to agree with you for once Lovejoy.

Frankie: Break her Alistair, just break her and be done with it already.

He will break her, though Selena is not the ‘her’ being eluded to. Alistair stands over Selena yet he’s not attacking her, instead his eyes are drifting towards her fractured fiancée. He smiles as he approaches Deanna, grabs her by the pony tail and pulls her along her knees towards the table elevated by the steel steps. He rolls Deanna right on top of it before approaching the ladder.

Greyson: Enough is enough Alistair, leave that girl alone.

Frankie: It’s like I said, she NEVER should have got in that ring.

Deanna is really going to regret entering the ring with a man who has never come across a line he won’t spit on. He climbs up the ladder and keeps looking back over his shoulder at Deanna spread across the table.

Greyson: Don’t you do this you son of a bitch! Don’t you dare!

Sparkles: He’s going to kill Selena’s heart.

Frankie: Stop fucking around and do it already Alistair!

It takes some doing but Alistair gets to the very top of the ladder and readies to come flying off of it into Deanna and the table she’s been planted on top of. The crowd begs him not to do it but he’s indifferent to their reactions. He is just about to start turning around on the ladder before something derails his progress. A fist flies into his stomach. The crowd screams as Selena scales to the top of the ladder, standing on the opposite side as her rival.

Greyson: Selena saving her fiancée yet again.

Selena exacts revenge on Alistair for all he’s done in this match by punching him and punching him hard across his forehead. She almost has buckling from the ladder before he throws his thumb DIRECTLY into her eye.

Greyson: That bastard.

Frankie: Guys gotta do what he’s gotta do to survive.

Alistair reaches out and grabs a blinded Selena by the head, now preparing to superplex her off the ladder and through the table as well as through Deanna laid out on it….no….wait just a tick, Deanna ISN’T on the table anymore. Instead she’s on the ladder and she’s directly beneath Alistair. Her forearm swings straight up and right into Alistair’s crotch. He’s in so much pain that he can’t even begin to verbalize it, his mouth just hangs open with eyes widening to near saucers.

Greyson: DEANNA with some payback!

Frankie: Someone get her the hell out of here already. That should be a disqualification right there.

Sparkles: Sparkles thinks the ref has just totally thrown the rules book out the window.

A gasping Alistair bends forward to shield his precious junk yet in the process exposes himself to the move Selena has been itching to hit. She leaps over top of the ladder, over top of Alistair and delivers a sunset flip powerbomb that sends her rival flying through the table down below.

Greyson: HOOOOLLLLY GOD IN HEAVEN!

The table explodes around Alistair’s body, which is every bit as broken as the wood that surrounds him. He lies on the canvas a shattered mess and Selena is coming in to clean up. She crawls slowly into the cover, dropping across his chest and listening to not only the loud ‘holy shit’ chants from the crowd but the referee’s palm slapping the canvas.

Sparkles: A sunset flip powerbomb off the top of the ladder at last clinching victory for the Snow Queen.

Desmond Drake and the fans alike are rendered absolutely speechless when they see the arm that goes launching up from the canvas. Alistair kicks out to a response that rattles the very walls of the arena.

Frankie: No….damn…..way.

Sparkles: Yes way.

Greyson: Alistair Taylor just kicked out of a mother-lovin super-SUPER sunset flip powerbomb from a gosh dang ladder.

Sparkles: This is just incredible. Only way to describe it.

The expression on Selena’s face right now tells the story. She’s exhausted, she’s in pain, and still she’s determined to best the man who has been a cancer to her in recent weeks. At last her mind dreams up a fitting resolution to this battle. She crawls past Alistair and to the ringside arena, reaching under the squared circle and retrieving a table, but it’s not just ANY table. What is revealed in her palms at that very moment? A GLASS TABLE.

Greyson: Are you kidding me right now?

Frankie: What the hell is that? Tell me that’s not what I think it is.

Sparkles: Selena Frost bringing out a GLASS table. Sparkles has never seen anything like that before.

One glass table is simply not enough. Another is dragged out from beneath the ring as well, now the two are set up side by side at the base of the ramp.

Greyson: What is Selena setting up for here?

We’re no doubt a moment from finding out. She steps up onto the apron and then grabs the top rope, waiting for something. She watches her rival expend the energy to reach his feet and the second he does, Selena springs to the top cable then comes flying off with a huge forearm smash. Alistair is driven to the canvas and rolling over backwards towards the ladder. He grabs it and desperately paws at it, using it to drag his mangled body to his feet. Deanna watches from the corner of the ring, cheering Selena on as she steps up to the ladder and starts to climb it. She reaches around the ladder legs and grabs Alistair by the hair, pulling on it and forcing him up higher and higher.

Sparkles: Sparkles wishes I could get goosebumps right now.

Greyson: The hairs on my arm are standing on end.

All those in attendance are on their feet watching excitedly as Alistair and Selena reach the very top of the ladder. Their wounded and mangled bodies barely have the strength to stand upright after everything they’ve put each other through in the course of this match. Yet nothing will compare to what happens to them next. Selena applies a front chancery on her rival and looks like she’s about to throw him off the top of the ladder and send him flying through the two glass tables set up at ringside.

Frankie: Don’t you do it Selena, do you friggin dare!

Suddenly Alistair’s fist rams deep into Selena’s bread basket, doubling her over. He then throws another punch that nails Selena in the temple. She almost falls back only to get her balance and then retaliate with a European Uppercut. Alistair responds via an open hand palm strike across Selena’s chest. The two become a little unbalanced, almost losing their footing. In one last desperate act Selena grabs Alistair by the back of the head and Alistair grabs Selena by the hair. Both athletes throw one another to the side and as a result the ladder their standing on goes tipping over. Everyone in the arena leaps from their seats at the sight of Alistair and Selena flying from the top of the ladder, over the ropes and through the glass tables at ringside.

Frankie: AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

Sparkles: They’re dead. That’s it. Selena’s dead. Alistair’s dead. They’re both dead.

Greyson: There are no words!

The bodies of Alistair and Selena lay amongst thousands and thousands of glass shards that pierces and rips the skin of these bitter rivals. Neither of them are moving after that fall from the highest of highs. The referee is out of the ring checking on the condition of Selena then checking on the condition of Alistair. He raises one arm, then raises the other, watching them fall limp to the sides of their unconscious bodies. The referee realizes that neither competitor will be able to carry on so with a heavy heart he calls for the bell.

Greyson: It’s over guys.

Sparkles: No shock there.

Frankie: Neither Alistair nor Selena were able to continue after taking the nastiest fall I’ve ever seen.

Greyson: Culminating in a plunge through friggin tables of glass.

The fans are simply blown away by everything they witnessed in this match, culminating in the fall through tables of glass. The broken and punctured bodies of Alistair and Selena continue to lay in piles of glass while Deanna watches from the corner of the ring in shock and Desmond watches from the announce table with a big smile on his face.

Greyson: Alistair and Selena have DESTROYED each other.

Sparkles: All for the sake of retribution.

Greyson: How many years did they just take off of one another’s careers?

Frankie: Are either of them even going to have careers after this?

Deanna is stooped down beside Selena at this point and is checking on her condition while Alistair starts to move away from the glass that has left gashes all over his body. Although neither athlete can stand the crowd does, giving these two a standing ovation.

Greyson: What….a…..war.

Cindy: I don’t think I’ve been clear enough about how I feel regarding failure.

If there’s any position Borislav would care to avoid, it’s the one he’s in at the moment. He’s kneeling on the floor in a hallway, right between Cindy Todd and Serenity. His New Eden masters are evidently not pleased with him and are ever so vocal about it.

Cindy: I gave you a simple task this evening my dear….

States Cindy as she moves closer to Borislav and starts to run her hands through his shoulder length black hair.

Cindy: I asked you to deliver Victoria Salinas, gift wrapped in a stretcher, but you failed me.

Serenity: You failed our QUEEN!

Serenity crouches down towards Borislav and begins poking at his shoulder.

Serenity: We had such visions for Victoria, such wonderful, entertaining plans, but now we have to settle for just humiliating her, and whoever her partner is, in that ring later tonight.

Cindy: It’s not very considerate of you to get our hopes up.

Informs Cindy, who speaks not with anger in her voice, but in an almost motherly manner. Her hands continue to gently run through Borislav’s hair.

Cindy: But don’t worry….

The Queen of Chaos’ fingers slip under her Russian’s chin and pulls back on it, bringing his eyes to her face.

Cindy: You can still make your Queen happy. All you have to do is bring Serenity and I another plaything for the evening.

The strangely sweet Cindy pulls Borislav’s cheek into her stomach while twirling a lock of his hair around her finger.

Cindy: There’s a man here in the IWC that doesn’t know how to die, I want you to teach him.

Serenity holds a pipe wrench out to Borislav and is insistent that he take it.

Serenity: Aiken Frost stole something near and dear to your Queen. Someone YOU care about as well.

Cindy: Aiken stole our Mika Kozlov away from us. I want her returned, and I want the skin of the man responsible for taking her from me.

Finally Borislav’s hands take hold of the pipe wrench.

Serenity: Don’t fail us AGAIN.

Amber liquid pours down the throat of Principle Owner Silas Mason. In spite of a million voices filling his office all at once, he seems rather relaxed. Although he’s dressed for in ring competition and prepared to defend his 25% control of the IWC Silas looks almost casual. Hence why he’s reclining in his chair, kicking up his boots onto the corner of his desk and drinking a little alcohol. Stood off to his side is the man who manages both of Silas’ tag team partners for the evening, Jeffrey Starxxx.

Starxxx: My boys are some lean, mean McBride killin’ machines.

Brags Starxxx who only seems to wear things that are trimmed in gold. Although he’s talking up Marcus Briggs and Randal Williams, who are seated in front of Silas’ desk, Starxxx is only focused on the Principle Owner.

Starxxx: I got Randal and Marcus so worked up they’re ready to devour Karen and her sisters, skin, muscle bone in all.

Silas: They might not need ta do it.

Prognosticates Silas as he examines his half empty glass of bourbon.

Silas: In fact, yer boys and I probably won’t have to lift a finger when we face off against the McBrides. Cause I used something to beat Karen’s girls that’s a lot stronger than muscle…..

Starxxx: Money?

Silas: Nah….my mind.

Silas taps his temple.

Silas: I got those sisters so ready to kill each other they’ll have that ring stained red with one another’s blood before we even set foot in it.

Marcus: So what’s our job then?

Silas: Well boys, (turns to Randal and Marcus) every execution needs an audience.

It seems we won’t have to wait very much longer to see blood, because the door to the office flies open and Blaire McBride comes waltzing right through it. A chair is in her hand and it’s swinging right into Silas’ desk. The Boss slides back from it and Marcus, Randal and Starxxx leap out of range of Blaire’s swings.

Blaire: You don’t think I’m onto you, Silas?

Silas: Now-now-now Blaire, don’t go exhaustin’ yerself before we face off tonight.

Blaire: Listen to me and listen really good. All of your efforts to drive a wedge between my sisters and I….

Silas: Is workin’ like a charm ain’t it? I mean, we did see yer sister hit ya with the End Game two weeks ago, now didn’t we?

Blaire: SHUT UP SILAS!

The chair in Blaire’s hands slams into the desk once again, knocking over Silas’ bottle of Kentucky’s finest bourbon.

Blaire: Yeah, Karen hit me with the End Game, but at the end of the day we’re STILL family and nothing you do will ever change that.

Silas: Ya’ll didn’t look too peachy keen when Karen was tryin’ to break yer neck. Face it baby, if you go to that ring tonight and try to team up with yer sisters, it’s gonna go bad fer ya, REAL bad.

Sadly Blaire can’t ignore this truth.

Silas: But it don’t have to be that way, cause ya’ see, I’m a compassionate guy. You and I, we worked real well together a ways back. Don’t ya remember what a team we made?

Blaire: Oh, I remember, and I remember how you screwed me over.

Silas: Lika ya wouldn’t have stabbed me in the back? I was just ahead of the curve is all baby.

Blaire: What is the point of all this Silas?

Silas: My POINT is that you and I should work together again. Ya scratch my back tonight and I might just be willing to share a piece of my Principle Ownership with ya.

It isn’t the chair Blaire raises, but a finger, one she puts to her chin. It seems as if she’s contemplating Silas’ offer.

The fans instantly feel like they’ve been given a punch right in the gut when hearing the tracks of “Boss’s Daughter” playing throughout the arena loud speakers. There are so many pyrotechnic explosions going off you would think there was a fire at an ACME supply warehouse. Former World Champion Taylor Chase comes spiraling through all the fireworks, revealing herself to fans who definitely do not appreciate her presence. Oddly enough her body is bedecked in wrestling gear in spite of the fact that she is not scheduled to wrestle here tonight.

Frankie: Be still my beaten’ cock, it’s the woman who causes me to wake up with stiff sheets in the morning, THE Tay-Tay.

Greyson: We weren’t scheduled to see Taylor Chase coming out to the ring tonight, but then again who follows a runsheet around here?

Frankie: Not Tay-Tay and not the group she recently aligned with, Monarchy.

Sparkles: Yeah, haven’t you heard, Monarchy rules.

Frankie: You bet your furry white ass they do. Monarchy is in control of everything. So when Tay-Tay wants to come to the ring she’ll damn well do it and you’ll damn well embrace the opportunity enjoy the visual feast that is our former World Champion.

Greyson: Well the last time we saw Taylor come out to the ring things got tense.

TWO WEEKS AGO

A video package plays showcasing events from the final Riot before tonight’s pay-per-view. At first viewers see reigning World Champ Katelyn Buehler in the ring calling out number one contender Scott Cannon. However, it’s her long-time nemesis Taylor Chase who answers the call. She comes out and has quite the verbal spat with Katelyn, leading the Champ to draw a line in the sand and dare Tay to cross it. Tay responds by informing Katelyn that if the fans want to see the two of them face off they’ll have to pay first. Tay then walks away from a potential clash with Katelyn.

Now that Taylor Chase is in the ring she reveals the microphone in her hand and the big beautiful smile on her face.

Greyson: Still have no idea why Tay is out here….

Frankie: Shut up and let her explain.

Tay tries to speak only for her words to pale in comparison to the volume of the fans’ jeers.

Taylor: BOOO Taylor BOOOO.

She mocks the reaction she’s getting.

Taylor: You all are just too cute.

The crowd that she directs her words at are only gets angrier, yes, it’s possible.

Taylor: I swear, I want to go around and pinch each of you on your chubby, greasy, pimply cheeks. I mean, the way you let yourselves be played like a bunch of gullible little kids is downright adorable. You cheer who you’re told to cheer and boo who you’re told to boo. You let the IWC make your decisions for you, because you think this company is giving you all what you want. Fraid not.

Tay produces a toothless smile while shaking her head.

Taylor: They tell you that you should cheer for your bright shiny new toy named Katelyn Buehler, but what you don’t realize, what the IWC wants you to ignore, is that the action figure you’ve been playing with for years, is still vastly superior to the newer model. For one, I came batteries included. Katelyn, the only batteries that have ever gotten close to her are in her vibrator.

Fans: OOOOOOH!

Taylor: What I’m trying to say is that Katelyn has no pulse. But me, I’m not a pulse, I’m the HEART. Without me none of this can be. (Points to the ring, the rafters and the thousands of fans in attendance) But Katelyn, she’s like a pancreas, a totally useless organ that you wouldn’t even miss if it were cut out.

Greyson: Why is Tay out here ripping on Katelyn?

Frankie: Why not?

Taylor: It’s time to show you people what deep down in your flabby guts you already know, that I’m still the face that runs this place, that without Tay you wouldn’t stay, that I’m what you people REALLY want. Cause see, that new toy the IWC has given you, it’s gonna be broken the second you take it out of the box. Let me prove it. HOOOOWWW? By inviting my best bud Katie B down this ramp and giving her what she demanded just a few weeks ago, a one on one match against the hottest commodity in all of professional wrestling.

Tay turns to the entry way.

Taylor: Kate, I told you that I would only face you when it was lucrative for me to do so. Since I can’t challenge you for MY World Title, I’ll get myself a big fat payday by facing you LIIIIIVE on pay-per-view. So Katelyn, hitch up those teeny weeny black shorts into the crack of your ginormous ass then bring it on down that ramp….Come on….Don’t keep me waiting…..

Greyson: Just how delusional is Taylor Chase? Doesn’t she realize that the world does NOT revolve around her?

Frankie: Since when?

Greyson: Since forever.

Sparkles: Wasn’t Copernicus imprisoned for proposing such an idea?

Greyson: Taylor is calling Katelyn out even though Katelyn is slated to defend the World Title against Scott Cannon later tonight.

Frankie: It’s just like you said when Tay came out here, no one follows a runsheet around these parts.

Tay and the crowd alike go on waiting, for far too long it seems.

Cameras segue to a backstage corridor, fixating on a door that leads into Katelyn Buehler’s dressing room. That door don’t stay closed for long. It’s flung open and there’s the World Champion marching right through it. In the background we can see her agent Dan Douglas hot on his clients heels, holding the medallion that he’s employed numerous times in the past to help him influence Katelyn’s mind.

Douglas: Stop Katelyn! Look at the coin, listen to me!!

Katelyn: I’ll tell you what you can do with that coin.

A distraught Douglas stops, throwing his arms into the air as he watches Katelyn walk out of his view, nothing deterring her from reaching the squared circle where she will no doubt jeopardize her World Title defense.

A bored Taylor Chase remains in the ring, awaiting an answer to her challenge. She is actually lying across her stomach with her chin propped up by her knuckles and her heels tapping against the back of her thighs. She looks more like a teenage girl stretched across a bed doing some girl talk over the phone and less like someone about to face the World Champion.

Taylor: What’s the hold-up Kate? Did you stumble across a hotdog vendor on your way to the ring? Are you having trouble fitting your pudgy body into your tights?

Greyson: Tay still trying to lure Katelyn out here so that we can finally see the two face off.

Sparkles: This is weird. Didn’t Tay say she would never face Katelyn if the title wasn’t on the line?

Frankie: True, but she also said she would fight Katelyn if there was a money bonus in it for her.

Tay’s wait at last pays off because the tracks of ‘Satisfied’ are playing over the speakers and have piqued the crowd’s interest. Within a matter of seconds Katelyn has stepped to the stage and is making her way for the ring, headed for Tay in such a hurry that she hasn’t even bothered to put on the rest of her wrestling gear. While her upper half sports a leather style halter top, her lower body is covered in purple sweats. Her attire isn’t important though, all that matters to the woman carrying her World Title to the ring, is shutting Taylor up.

Frankie: Katelyn has taken the bait.

Greyson: Our World Champion is going to make Tay eat her words.

Sparkles: Can’t she make Tay eat cheese instead?

Greyson: Katelyn is risking a lot by coming out here to face Tay when she’s got a World Title defense against Scott Cannon scheduled for our main event tonight.

The fans are incredibly excited at the premise of seeing these bitter rivals finally settle it all right here on pay-per-view. They’re going to get it, they’re going to get Tay versus Kate in the eagerly anticipated resolution to this rivalry. Taylor has popped up to her feet and is crouched at the knees, waiting to pounce on Katelyn. The belt in her hand is thrown over the ropes, freeing up her fists to collide with Tay’s mouth. She isn’t going to hold anything back, hence why she’s sliding into the ring and stepping right up into her rival’s face. Just as it seems Katelyn and Taylor are about to throw down a briefcase smacks right into the back of the World Champion’s head. The reaction is that of total disdain at the sight of Lexy Chapel and Kat Kelly jumping Katelyn from behind.

Greyson: Wicked Intent….Wicked Intent attacking Katelyn.

Sparkles: And look at what’s in Lexy’s hands.

Frankie: It’s-it’s-it’s the briefcase that holds the number one contender contract for the World Title.

Greyson: That’s Scott Cannon’s contract, he gave it to head referee Marcus Mayfield earlier tonight and then we saw Wicked Intent steal it from him.

Frankie: It’s Lexy’s now and that means….oh God….that means….

Greyson: I don’t even want to begin to think what that means.

As Lexy and Kat brutalize Katelyn with boots Tay crouches down towards the champ.

Taylor: You thought I’d actually fight you tonight? Awwwww, that’s so sad.

Apparently there’s only one person who is going to fight Katelyn tonight, and that’s the woman clutching the briefcase that holds the number one contenders contract. She begins to wave towards the back.

Lexy: Get a referee out here, I’m cashing in MY briefcase!

Informs Lexy to the distress of everyone in the building. She now looks out over the crowd.

Lexy: Start jizzing in your jockies right now people, cause Lexy Chapel is about to become the NEEEE-EW-EW-EWWWWWW WORLD CHAMP-I-OOOOON!

Frankie: Lexy’s gonna do it! She’s gonna cash it in! She’s gonna become the WORLD CHAMPION!

Greyson: That is not HER briefcase to cash in though dammit!

Frankie: Possession is nine-tenths of the….

Greyson: Don’t give me that shit. That briefcase belongs to Scott Cannon!

Lexy: Got the confetti ready?

Kat throws some confetti from her pockets and into the air.

Lexy: NOT YET!

Kat tries to pick up the confetti and return it to her pocket.

Lexy: Where’s the referee!?!

Finally someone answers Lexy’s demand, emerging from the back and hustling for the ring. Unfortunately for Lexy that someone is NOT a referee, it’s Scott Cannon.

Greyson: Here comes Scott RIGHT NOW!

The rightful owner of the briefcase Lexy is trying to cash in, slides into the squared circle where his fists are flung into multiple faces. Lexy dashes at Scott only to be laid out with a right hand. Kat then charges at Scott only to be leveled via the bionic elbow. Tay stays back, watching all of this unfold and sizing up her opportunity to strike. She doesn’t have to, because now Orlando Cruze is sliding into the ring behind Cannon. He grabs Scott by the shoulder, twists him around and begins to deck the true number one contender to the World Title right across his chin. Scott is staggered back by the blows until he responds with one of his own, a swift kick to the ribs of his long-time rival. Orlando staggers back clasping at his ribs while Scott prepares to run in and take his skull off with the roaring elbow. However he twists around right into the superkick, Orlando unleashing it out of nowhere.

Sparkles: No! Cannon taken out with the superkick!

Sadly that’s not all Scott is about to be subjected to, because now Orlando drops down beside him and locks him in the crossface. Scott is rendered incapable of preventing the cash in of his briefcase. Lexy has picked it up and is standing on the back of a laid out Katelyn’s head while calling for a referee.

Lexy: Get your ass out here now ref!

Two people respond to Lexy’s request this time, though neither one of them are a referee. David and Michael Cannon are rushing straight for the squared circle just as fast as their feet can carry them.

Greyson: Dem Cannon Boys!

Sparkles: They have their brother’s back after-all.

Sparkles: Last time we saw them they turned their backs on Scott, but it looks like they’ve got it here tonight.

David and Michael immediately trade blows with Kat and Lexy, creating even more carnage in the middle of the ring. Finally Tay gets physically involved, running in behind David and clubbing him to the upper back, dropping him to a knee. It appears that Monarchy are going to own the ring, or at least they were going to until Katelyn Buehler has a physical resurgence. The Champion gets back to her feet and then runs straight at Taylor, lobbing punches into her face. The two trade shots before Tay decides she’s had enough of this, rolling out of the ring the moment she sees Katelyn picking up the steel briefcase. Katelyn goes postal, swinging the case around the ring at any member of Monarchy that she sees. At this same time Scott gets free from the crossface, standing up just as Orlando barrels towards him. At the last second Scott side steps Cruze and uses his momentum to throw him over the ropes. Scott turns his back on everything that is going on in the ring as he shouts through the ropes at Orlando recovering at ringside. Meanwhile behind him we see Michael and David going after the Wicked Intent members, who have just abandoned the squared circle.

Greyson: Monarchy cleared from the ring by the unlikely combination of Katelyn Buehler and the Cannon brothers.

Frankie: Scott and Katelyn are supposed to be opponents tonight, NOT teaming up.

Greyson: Stressful situations create strange bedfellows.

Katelyn throws down the briefcase she was using as a weapon and points towards the retreating Monarchy members gathered at the base of the ramp. Finally the champion turns around to reclaim the World Title belt she threw into the ring earlier only to be caught against Michael Cannon’s shoulder. He lifts her just as his brother David leaps into a clothesline, the two laying Katelyn out with the Hart Attack!

Greyson: The Cannons turning on Katelyn!

Frankie: That’s more like it.

Greyson: Damn them! DAMN THEM!

After they’ve laid out the World Champion, Michael grabs the briefcase holding a guaranteed World Title shot and David grabs his brother Scott, the owner of the parchment inside of that attaché. Michael forces the briefcase into Scott’s chest then points down at Katelyn.

Michael: CASH IT IN! CASH IT IN RIGHT NOW!

David: DO IT!

Both brothers are adamant that Scott use the case now in his hands to defeat a beaten down champion. Scott looks at his briefcase then looks at the prone Katelyn laid at his feet.

Frankie: Yes Scott, go ahead, do your thing. Cash in that case, win the World Title!

Greyson: Don’t do this Scott, it’s not the RIGHT thing.

Frankie: It’s the right thing for him dammit!

A very conflicted Cannon weighs his options, realizing that he has Buehler in a position that is almost impossible to turn down. Finally he looks at his brothers who are not just urging him, but ORDERING him to use his briefcase.

David: NOW!!!

After a deep breath Scott makes his decision, and it’s not going to be one that sits well with his family. Scott takes his briefcase and leaves. He rolls out of the ring and walks away. As speculated his brothers are not taking this decision very well. Michael goes running up the ramp and latching onto Scott’s arm, spinning him around so that their nose to nose.

Michael: Don’t throw this opportunity away! Don’t you realize how hard David and I worked to get you here?

Back inside of the ring David is leaning over the ropes and shouting at his siblings, demanding to know what’s going on. In the end he just throws his arms up into the air before one of those limbs are taken and used to spin him around. David’s eyes widen as his face is smashed with the roaring elbow. Katelyn hits the KTFO with so much force that it almost knocks David not only out of his shoes but out of his socks.

Greyson: The Champion with a measure of retribution!

Sparkles: K-T-F-OOOOOOH!

The World Champion picks up her belt and steps over David’s body. She straddles his motionless frame with her feet while stretching her gold across her palms and lifting it high above her head. On the ramp we see Scott and Michael continuing to argue and on the stage we see four Monarchy members watching this all play out.

Cameras segue to the locker-room of the McBride sisters, though only one of them is presently accounted for. Melanie McBride, arguably the most beloved member of her family. Is seated in front of a box that has been turned upside down. Playing cards are gathered across both the makeshift table and in Melanie’s hand. She examines the cards while also puffing on an almost comically oversized cigar.

Melanie: Read ‘em and weep.

The cards fanned out in her fingers fall onto the box, revealing that she was holding a full house. Loud groans can be heard from those foolish enough to try their luck at besting Melanie in a game of poker….but not just any poker.

Sailes: This is bullshit!

Franz: Worse game of strip poker I have ever played.

Melanie: Stop whining boys and drop them drawers.

Orders Melanie while knocking some ash off the end of her cigar. The camera pulls back to reveal that she’s playing poker with both Eric Sailes and Hair-Doodes member Franz. The two are already without their shirts, having been forced to remove them in order to honor the terms of strip poker. It’s not just their shirts they’re losing, because now both Franz and Sailes are standing up from their steel folding chairs and unbuttoning their slacks, seconds from removing their pants.

Karen: What is this?

Melanie’s older sister Karen comes walking along into the room and is clearly disapproving of what she sees, especially now that Sailes is standing there in his Batman themed tighty-whities.

Melanie: Just unwinding a little before our big match tonight Kar-Bear. Why don’t you sit down and play a hand?

Karen doesn’t sit down, she leans down so that there is no mistaking the sincerity in her eyes and in her voice.

Karen: Melanie, do you truly appreciate what’s on the line tonight?

Melanie: Of course I do.

Karen: Then why aren’t you getting ready for our match?

Melanie: This IS how I get ready.

Karen: Ugggh, just-just do me a favor and promise me that when the bell rings tonight all these little antics come to an end. I need you centered on helping me finish off Silas and his crew then taking back the Principle Ownership. Can you do that for me?

Melanie: Absolutely. I won’t let you down, I swear it. Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye….

Karen: Good, I’m glad the two of us are on the same page. You and I are going to be fighting for our lives out there. Because even though there’s no outside interference allowed, Silas still has an advantage with this being three of on two….

Melanie: Uhhhh, hold up. Three on two? We have a partner Karen. Blaire’s here tonight and she’s going to help us win…..

Karen: No.

Karen takes the cigar out of Melanie’s hand and then puts it out by rubbing the tip of it against the cards piled up in front of her sister.

Karen: We DON’T have a partner. It’s just you and I. Blaire doesn’t exist in my world.

That’s all Karen will say on that matter. She’s already out the door before Melanie can even raise a stink.

Melanie: Erm, excuse me….

Melanie looks over the cardboard box turned table and at Franz, who is pulling his pants back up.

Melanie: Did I say you could put those on.

With a roll of his eyes Franz drops his slacks.

The camera is facing down a sloped ramp that leads up into the arena. Suddenly a backhoe appears, pulling in off the street and making use of the ramp to enter the building. Hung from its side is a man who is universally recognized, for just as many good things as bad. Johnny Kingdom dangles from the side of the construction machinery that is being driven along further and further into the arena.

Greyson: Is that…is that Johnny Kingdom? And is he showing up on the side of a backhoe?

Sparkles: *Snort* A backhoe, sounds so dirty.

Frankie: What gives tonight? First we see New Eden arriving in an ambulance, and now Johnny Kingdom is pulling in on a backhoe.

Greyson: Kingdom scheduled to face off against the monstrous Mordecai here at Upping the Ante in a Buried Alive match, and it looks to me like he ain’t taking ANY chances when it comes to making sure Mordecai is six feet under.

Fire has started to form in a ring upon the entrance stage. As the flames kick up higher two bodies can be seen emerging through the blazing halo. Cindy Todd stands beside Serenity, the two looking through the fire that surrounds them into the hate that burns in the eyes of the audience.

Sparkles: It’s time for tag team action. New Eden is here guys.

Frankie: Which means something bad is about to happen to someone good.

Greyson: Earlier on tonight we saw New Eden attempt to take their opponent this evening, Victoria Salinas, out of the arena in an ambulance, but their plans didn’t go as either Serenity or Cindy Todd would have hoped.

EARLIER TONIGHT

A video documents the clash earlier this evening between New Eden and their latest potential victim. While Cindy Todd and Serenity stand behind the open doors of an ambulance, their supporter Borislav pushes a stretcher to the stage that has their rival Victoria Salinas strapped down on it. Before New Eden can put her inside of the ambulance and drive her to some undisclosed location Victoria finds herself saved by the interference of her friend Marina Valdivia. She takes out Borislav then eliminates both Cindy and Serenity via a stage dive. Eventually we see Victoria get off the stretcher and chase Serenity through the ambulance. The pursuit ends when Serenity jumps from the driver’s door and takes off into the backstage area.

The show returns to the ring where Serenity is hanging upside down from a turnbuckle with her arms crossed over her chest like some kind of vampire. At the same time Cindy Todd is seated on the middle rope, arms thrown out to her sides and draped over the top cable.

Frankie: New Eden’s latest toy got away from them earlier, but this time they will get to play with her.

Greyson: And these two play a very deadly game.

Sparkles: We’re finally going to see Victoria and her mystery tag team partner collide with Serenity and….uhhhh….Sparkles hears something is happening backstage.

Greyson: Not surprising. It’s been a beehive of activity tonight.

Frankie: A beehive? More like a shark’s cage.

Greyson: Let’s get cameras back there pronto.

Victoria: Wait-wait-wait, you think I did what?

Stood in the guerilla position backstage are a shocked Victoria Salinas and a troubled Marina Valdivia.

Marina: So what you’re telling me is that you DIDN’T punch Tabitha in the nose earlier on?

Victoria looks outright offended by such an accusation, so offended in fact she can’t even come up with a response.

Marina: I know Tabitha can be a little headstrong at times, and she has a certain way about her, but Viccy, please tell me you didn’t….

Victoria: I thought you knew me better than that.

These words cut and cut deep.

Marina: Oh, I do know you which is why it wouldn’t be too far fetched to think you’d do something like this.

That cut even deeper.

Victoria: Fair enough. But no, I didn’t attack your agent….Even though she really could use a good kick in the head.

Security Guard: You should believe your friend.

Announces the very same security guard we saw talking to Marina’s friend Andre Jordan earlier tonight. Once again he’s carrying a tablet that holds some very incriminating footage.

Guard: She’s telling the truth. She had nothing to do with assaulting our agent. I got some footage you should see.

Marina begins to take the tablet being offered to her while looking towards Victoria.

Marina: Maybe you should get to the ring.

Victoria: Right.

She starts to head off but not before letting Dre and Marina see the roll of her eyes.

Marina: Wait. What about your tag team partner?

Victoria: Huh?

Marina: Don’t you need one?

Victoria: Turns out it’s been taken care of.

Back inside of the arena Serenity and Cindy have broken from their respective poses in reaction to the theme music that plays over the loud speakers. New Eden are not the only ones who react to the arrival of Victoria Salinas, because the crowd is letting lose with quite the response for the once very polarizing figure. Victoria absorbs the reaction she’s getting but has little in the way of a physical response to it. It seems she has total tunnel vision, her focus only on the pair inside of the ring, a pair she is nearing and nearing ALONE.

Frankie: Turn around Victoria, grab your shit and get out of here.

Sparkles: That might be a good idea, Victoria Salinas is coming to the ring by herself, and it’s not one, but TWO of the most destructive forces on the planet waiting for her inside.

Greyson: From what I gather Victoria Salinas DOES have a partner tonight though guys.

Frankie: That doesn’t change either Jack or shit.

Greyson: Either way Victoria is going into this match with New Eden. They’ve assaulted her friend Marina numerous times over the past year, which is what has pulled Victoria into this rivalry with Cindy and Serenity.

Victoria continues down the ramp and is ALMOST in the ring before the laughter of Serenity seeps through the PA system.

Serenity: Stop Viccy….just stop….(Serenity breaks into laughter while waving the hand that isn’t holding a microphone through the air). This is just so funny. I mean, look at you, coming down that ramp with your chest all puffed out and fists clinched and your shoulders up to your ears and giving us that stank eye. You really think that you and you alone are going to be able to stop New Eden? That’s right, I said you and you ALONE, because nobody in that locker-room has the courage to be your partner.

Cindy: All those pathetic souls in the back know, and have seen what we are capable of. Not a one of them wishes to be a hero, because New Eden equals the DEATH of HEROES…..

Cammie: Well I sure as shit am not a hero.

Hundreds of eyes widen and just as many jaws are agape when of all people Cameron Chase steps along to the stage, mic clasped in her hand and body adorned in wrestling gear.

Frankie: Da fuuuuccck?

Greyson: That’s Cameron Chase!

Sparkles: Why is SHE here? We haven’t seen her since her very public divorce from her ex-husband William Mason.

Sparkles: WILLIE!

Greyson: Not now Sparkles.

Another of the rather infamous members of the Chase wrestling family prepares to make herself far more prolific.

Cammie: Like I said (she reiterates after having been forced into silence by the deafening roar of the crowd) I might not be a hero, but what Victoria needs in her corner tonight is no hero, it’s a stone cold BITCH! No, it’s an ALPHA BITCH!

The microphone falls from Cammie’s hand as she runs down the ramp. Once at Victoria’s side, Cammie rips off the tiara she was wearing as the Queen Bee bolts into action. Both ladies dash at the squared circle where New Eden are not flinching.

VICTORIA SALINAS & CAMMIE CHASE VS. CINDY TODD & SERENITY

The referee BARELY has time to signal for the bell before Victoria and Cammie slide into the ring and throw their fists upside the skulls of Serenity and Cindy. The brawl is on and the sight of it has got the crowd all worked up.

Greyson: Turns out this isn’t going to be a handicap match after all.

Sparkles: We had heard some grumblings over social media that Cameron Chase had offered her help to Victoria but now it’s been confirmed. Cammie is Victoria’s partner.

Frankie: Worse mistake Cammie has made since she married William Mason.

Sparkles: How dare you, Frankie!

The ref may have called for the bell, but he isn’t nearly as successful in his next endeavor, getting some control over this tag team match. Cammie and Cindy lob haymakers into one another’s faces as they roll from the squared circle. Back in the ring Victoria and Serenity are going at it in an eagerly anticipated clash. The punches stop flying when Serenity grabs her opponent by the wrist and launches her along into the ropes. Instead of hitting the cables Victoria slides under them to the apron before popping back up to her feet and latching onto the top rope. As Serenity comes racing towards her Victoria flings herself over the rope and into the diving European Uppercut.

Greyson: Very nice start to this match for Victoria and her partner Cammie. Still in shock right now to see Cameron Chase teaming up with Victoria in this match against New Eden.

Sparkles: Well you heard what Cammie said, Victoria doesn’t need a hero as her partner, she needs a BITCH.

At ringside the referee has forced himself in between Cindy and Cammie, somehow getting the two separated and demanding they enter their respective corners. Meanwhile inside of the squared circle Victoria has dragged Serenity into the corner of the ring. The former IWC World Champion finds herself sitting up against the turnbuckle while stomps and stomps and stomps collide with her chest and her ribs. Victoria is walking the proverbial mudhole in her adversary before the referee gets involved, starting with the five count. An intense Salinas breaks away from Serenity and watches as her adversary works her way back up to her feet. Serenity has a hard time keeping her legs under her when Victoria is leaping into her throat and closing it via a clothesline. Victoria then takes the back of Serenity’s head and throws her down out of the corner before her attention turns to scaling the corner.

The fans are getting excited as Victoria reaches the top rope, steadies herself and gets ready for a highlight worthy dive, but it won’t be into Serenity. At the last second Victoria calls an audible when spotting Cindy Todd stepping across the apron and moving in her direction. So Victoria dives off the top rope and hits a clothesline on Cindy’s throat, knocking her to her back across the apron. Victoria lands at ringside across her feet and then shows her remarkable agility in the way she returns to the squared circle. She runs at the ring, leaps headfirst over Cindy, through the ropes and into the ring where she lands on top of her head only to kip off of it and into a clothesline that nails the throat of a recovered Serenity.

Greyson: SO IMPRESSIVE!

Sparkles: That’s the term we’ve been using to describe Victoria ever since her debut here in the IWC, IMPRESSIVE.

After laying out Serenity with the lariat Victoria looks towards the corner where her partner has a hand held out, looking for the tag. It may be a difficult for Victoria to share and to trust, but she makes the tag. Cammie is in the ring and all over Serenity in a hurry. She runs right at the former World Champion and catches her to the jaw with a few well-placed right hands, followed by a couple kicks to the back of her thighs. Serenity grows bored with this so she throws out her palms and drives them straight into Cammie’s throat. She then takes her gasping opponent by the throat and whips her into the ropes. On the rebound Serenity catches her with a hip toss only to have Cammie transition out of it and into a hurricarana. Needless to say Serenity is surprised as she goes flipping across the ring and ultimately rolling into the very ropes that Cindy is stood on the opposite side of. A blind tag is made and now Cindy is in the ring.

Frankie: Uh ooooh, this just got real bad for Cammie and Victoria. Cindy is legal.

When coming eye to eye with the sadistic Cindy it gives Cammie pause. After a gulp she summons the courage to run into Cindy, right into Cindy’s devastating uppercut. The shot instantly takes Cammie off of her feet and sends her rolling back to the middle of the ring. Somehow Cammie gets to her feet just as her opponent closes in on her. Cindy dashes towards Cammie with a clothesline that is somehow ducked. A headstrong Cammie runs into the ropes and then back into Cindy, who whips around just in time to be hit with the leg scissors. Cammie flings Cindy half way across the ring, taking her from her feet to the surprise of everyone in the building.

Cammie continues to keep momentum in her team’s favor, running into the nearest turnbuckle then jumping to the top rope. The usually impenetrable Cindy gets to her feet just in time to learn that she isn’t quite as invincible as she thought. Cammie flies from the top rope, extends her boots and drives both of them into her adversary’s chest. The top rope front dropkick has sent Cindy reeling back on her heels and falling against the cables.

Greyson: Maybe Cammie was right. She is just what Victoria needed to stand a chance against New Eden.

Sparkles: When’s the last time you’ve seen Cindy on the defensive like this?

Frankie: Never. It looks like Cammie’s speed is a little much for either New Eden member to combat.

Cindy continues to lean on the ropes as Cammie comes dashing towards her. Before Chase has the chance to hit the move she had in mind, Cindy reaches out and snatches her by the throat with both hands. Cammie’s eyes widen as Cindy just straight up chokes her, all the while backing her up towards the center of the ring.

Frankie: So much for that speed now.

A gagging Cammie desperately throws an elbow down into Cindy’s forearms, breaking the choke. Cammie then leaps into the air and hits a step up enzugari on the back of her opponent’s head. The shot has Cindy looking staggered but yet to go down. It’s no secret what Cammie has to do, strike while the iron is hot. She runs into the corner, climbs to the top rope and comes flying off into another front dropkick that hits NOTHIN’. Cindy turns her back on Cammie and casually walks out of the way, causing her opponent’s boots to miss and for her spine to hit the ring with such force.

Sparkles: Cindy saw it coming that time.

The impact with the canvas has Cammie in distress yet she’s still working her way up to her feet. That’s until Cindy crouches beside Cammie, sizes her up and delivers a devastating right hand across her temple. The punch sends her adversary twisting straight down to her knees. A boot to the cheek knocks her all the way down to the canvas, finally ending up on her back. Cindy makes a tag to Serenity, who immediately drops down to Cammie’s side and begins to blast her over the back with both forearms. A smile is fixed over Serenity’s face as she unleashes one shot after another on her fallen opponent. Finally Serenity takes Cammie by the hair and starts leading her up to her feet and then into a standing dropkick on the jaw. Once again Cammie is sent down to the ring, clasping at her face.

Frankie: You know I think the world of Cammie Chase, but even I have to question her sanity here.

Greyson: You only think the world of her because on social media she offered you extra-marital sex. But there are a lot more reasons to be a fan of this young woman, including what we’re seeing from her here tonight.

Frankie: If you say something about her having a big heart I swear I’m going to vomit all over your lap.

The dropkick on her chin has Cammie down on the ring but trying to inch her way up from it. The task of standing up becomes far more difficult when Serenity’s arms lock around her neck, applying a sleeper hold. The submission is locked in by a playful Serenity, who seems to get more and more excited with each squeeze she gives to her adversary’s skull. Yet Cammie is not about to let Serenity go on getting her jollies. She starts to stand up, or at least try to. Serenity breaks the sleeper then tries to break Cammie’s skull, swinging her face down into the canvas. Cammie bounces off the ring and grabs her swelling lips while Serenity grabs at Cammie’s hair. The New Eden member sticks her tongue out to the side of her mouth like Michael Jordan slam-dunking a basketball. It’s not a ball she’s slamming though, it’s her opponent’s face. Serenity drags Cammie across the ring by the back of her head and then slams her face into the turnbuckle.

The collision has Cammie dropping to her knees where she finds a boot placed to the back of her head. Serenity pushes on the back of Cammie’s skull, driving her face into the middle turnbuckle pad, squishing it due to the pressure. Serenity then takes off across the ring into the far ropes, ricochets from them and comes back in at Cammie before leaping into a dropkick that nails her in the back of her skull. The Chase sister finds her head squished between Serenity’s boots and the turnbuckle, mashing her brains like Betty Crocker potatoes.

Sparkles: Heroes, bitches, they all fall against New Eden.

Greyson: Cammie and Victoria were holding their own for a while, but New Eden are just so depraved and thrive off such wanton violence.

Cammie rolls from one corner and into another, grabbing the cables and managing to pull herself to her knees. Unfortunately she is right back in the same position she was a few moments ago and it’s about to lead to the same results. Cammie has no idea that Serenity is running across the ring behind her and preparing to lunge into a basement dropkick to the back of her head. That is until Cammie swings around out of the corner and digs down deep to deliver a clothesline. Both Serenity AND Cammie go down to the canvas with the fans screaming their hearts out.

Greyson: Cammie’s got a little more fight left in her body.

Sparkles: The Chase family are a tough breed.

Frankie: And a hot breed too. God bless Broderick Chase’s sperm.

Greyson: Another sentence that has no business airing anywhere.

The clothesline that Cammie just delivered spent up what strength she still possessed, or at least that’s how it appeared. She suddenly finds her second wind, which explains why she’s able to run the ring and hit a baseball slide dropkick under the ropes and into an unsuspecting Cindy’s shin. The kick knocks Cindy off the apron and causes her mouth to catch the ring apron on the way down. As Cindy staggers away from the ring and falls against the barricade, her attacker is crawling towards her partner. Although Victoria has her arm stretched as far as it will go her partner is still out of her reach. Suddenly Serenity puts herself between her opponents and goes to grab Cammie only to have her crawl right through her legs then reach out and slap Victoria’s hand. The crowd goes absolutely nuts as Victoria leaps over the ropes, twists in mid-air, lands on the middle rope then springs back into an elbow. Serenity spins around just as the point of her opponent’s elbow rams into her chest.

Greyson: Victoria got the tag and she’s running roughshod over New Eden at the moment.

Sparkles: How is she going to follow up that back elbow?

Victoria pops back up to her feet just as another of her opponents Cindy enters the ring. But Victoria cuts her off, leaping into the air and catching Cindy with the code breaker. Cindy’s face bounces off of Victoria’s knees and the collision has sent her stumbling back along into the corner, falling against it in order to keep her legs under her. Victoria dashes to her feet just as Serenity throws a spinning heel kick at her throat. In the nick of time Victoria ducks down and avoids the leg lariat before swinging around behind her opponent and latching onto her hips. Victoria is determined to deliver a roll up and a subsequent pin on Serenity but the former World Champion won’t be taken over. She runs towards the ropes and drags Victoria along behind her. Just as they are about to hit the corner Serenity bends down and the woman who was standing in the turnbuckle, Cindy, steps from the ropes, throws a lariat over her partner’s back and into her opponent’s throat.

As Victoria goes down to the canvas Cindy stumbles right past her and right into a series of punches that connect across her jaw. Cammie dashes in and begins to unload on Cindy with one punch after another directly to the chin. She then goes for a big leaping lariat that Cindy ducks under, causing Cammie to fly past her and into a headbutt unleashed by another of her opponents. Serenity leaps out of the corner and into the headbutt, the blow taking Cammie to the canvas.

Frankie: That momentum was short lived.

Sparkles: And so to might be Victoria’s and Cammie’s lifespans.

Greyson: If New Eden have their way.

After laying out both of their opponents Cindy pulls Serenity in and whispers something to her. An eager Serenity leaves the ring and reaches beneath to procure exactly what she was instructed to grab, the handle of a weapon covered in a black sack.

Sparkles: What is Serenity holding?

Frankie: If it’s not my penis I could care less.

Greyson: I think that might be the very same pipe wrench we’ve seen New Eden employ the past few weeks including earlier tonight.

Frankie: Don’t go and get yourselves disqualified using it ladies.

Greyson: Wins and losses are pretty irrelevant to New Eden. That’s been pretty well chronicled.

With the mysterious weapon in her hands Serenity returns to the ring where she will at long last reveal the implement of her opponents’ destruction. The fabric that shrouds the weapon is removed in order for the whole world to now see the 2×4 wrapped in barbwire.

Greyson: That’s NOT a pipe wrench!

Frankie: Oooooh damn.

Sparkles: They might want to bring that ambulance back out here, either Cammie or Victoria are going to need it.

It looks like Cammie is going to be the one in need of the ambulance, because she’s the one that New Eden has singled out. The sadist Cindy has crouched behind Cammie, ensnared both of her arms behind her back and is forcing her up to her feet. It seems that she is defenseless against the gruesome plans Serenity has in store for the 2×4. The barbwire is just about to come swinging into Cammie’s body but her foot connects first. She kicks Serenity right in the ribs, knocking her back and almost causing her to drop the weapon. Cammie then throws her head back, her skull hitting the bridge of Cindy’s nose. Finally she’s free and on the warpath. She hits a back elbow to Cindy’s cheek and then in the same motion launches a punch into Serenity’s jaw. Cammie has both New Eden members reeling yet she hasn’t knocked them down, which won’t happen until she steps up the brutality.

Cammie launches another right hand at Serenity only to have the punch ducked under. As a result Cammie’s momentum carries her around so that her back ends up wedged to Serenity’s shoulder. Just as Serenity lifts her opponent into the back drop suplex, Cindy comes stepping in to aid in the destruction of their adversary. However, Cammie manages to stick her feet out, put them to Cindy’s chest and kick her back. At the same time Cammie goes flipping backwards over Serenity’s shoulder and landing behind her. Cammie catches the back of Serenity’s head, bends her forward and throws her along shoulder first right into the ribs of her own partner. Serenity drives Cindy back into the ropes then through them to the outside of the ring.

Just as Serenity and Cindy begin to stand up at ringside, they look towards the apron where Victoria Salinas is standing, for a moment. She runs the length of the apron before diving off and extending both of her boots in the process, she hits a stereo front dropkick to the chests of Cindy and of Serenity. The collision sends both women spiraling back with Serenity falling over the stairs and Cindy falling over the barricade.

Greyson: Victoria and Cammie making a surprisingly good team here.

Sparkles: Which is even more shocking considering that they’ve never worked together before and had little prior knowledge that they’d be working together tonight.

Back inside of the ring Cammie is staring from the center of it and over the ropes at one of her opponents standing up in the crowd. She sizes up Cindy and seems to be on the verge of taking her out with a dive that will leave the crowd breathless. Cammie’s nimble body climbs up onto the turnbuckle and she readies to leap from it, over the mats, over the barricade and straight into Cindy. She leaves her feet but it is not of her own volition. Her legs are knocked out from under and her body drops across the top rope, her stomach straddling the corner. The woman responsible for taking Cammie off of her feet now takes her around the head. To the disgust of thousands Serenity drops back into a rope hung DDT that drives the top of Cammie’s head into the ring apron.

Greyson: BRUTAL!

Sparkles: Did you hear the sound of Cammie’s head colliding with the apron?

Frankie: Poor Cammie, I’ll lick your wounds after this match babe, no worries.

It’ll take a lot more than licks to mend the injuries inflicted on Cammie, who has rolled unconsciously into the ring. Serenity follows her but walks past Cammie in order to grab the 2×4 wrapped in barbwire that was introduced into this match a few moments ago. She stoops down to pick up the weapon only to receive a swift kick right in the face. Victoria interrupts her opponent’s plans with the well placed kick. The shot has Serenity stumbling back and frees up the 2×4 to be taken into her adversary’s hands. Victoria picks up the 2×4 and shows absolutely no hesitation in putting it to good use.

Victoria is mid-swing before she finds the 2×4 caught on something, that something being the hands of Cindy Todd. The weapon is ripped from Victoria’s palms and now prepares to be used to tear the skin from her face. Cindy pulls the 2×4 back over her head and is about to drag it down into her opponent’s skull, but she finds it snagged on something. That something is the hands of the referee. Cindy turns around to face the official and offers him a stern warning. She doesn’t get the chance to capitalize on her threats considering she’s caught from behind and rolled up into the school girl by Victoria.

Cindy gets her shoulders up in time to prevent defeat. She then falls to her knees and leaps from them, the top of her head cracking Victoria under the jaw. The blow disorientates her and sends her stumbling back to the middle of the ring. Somehow Victoria manages to catch herself though just before going over. Her opponent Serenity sees this and will do something to make sure Victoria not only goes down but stays there. She runs across the ring, steps off the back of a crawling Cindy and flies towards Victoria only to find herself side stepped. Serenity flies past her original target and now collides with the referee who was stood behind Victoria, or more accurately, Serenity collides with the 2×4 wrapped in barbwire he was still holding. The ref looks shocked as Serenity’s head bounces off the weapon. His eyes widen even further as a disorientated Serenity, who now has a spot of blood trickling from the gash in her forehead, staggers back into a bridging German suplex. Victoria hits the move and maintains it until she hears the referee make the three count.

Sparkles: The ref! The ref just accidentally hit Serenity with the 2×4!

Frankie: He should disqualify himself right now!

Greyson: But Serenity is the one who drove her own head into the weapon.

Said weapon is thrown out of the ring and the referee gets over his surprise in order to do his job and make the three count.

At the last second Cindy dives in and breaks up the three count by driving a double axehandle down into ribs of her adversary.

Greyson: Cindy breaks up the pin!

Blood runs down Serenity’s face as she slowly gets to her knees. She goes no further on account of the punches now being unleashed by Victoria. Although she’s winded she delivers a punch on Serenity’s bloodied brow then turns away from her and hits a punch on a kneeling Cindy. Once again Serenity finds herself on the receiving end of a punch as Victoria tees off on her. Victoria then turns back to Cindy, catching her across the brow as well with a jab. Victoria hits another punch on Serenity and then goes back after Cindy, attempting a knock-out blow. That isn’t how plans play out because Cindy catches Victoria coming in and throws her up into the air.

Victoria manages to slip off of Cindy’s palms though and then come down behind her before grabbing the Queen of Chaos by the arms. It looks like she’s setting up for the Straight-jacket back breaker. It’s just then that Cindy falls forward instead of back, causing Victoria to go flipping over her as she tries to hold onto her adversary’s arms. Victoria flops onto her seat and sits up just as Serenity leaps into the air and hits her with a version of the double stomp. The impact drives Victoria down from her seat and viciously back first into the ring.

Greyson: Another devastating sequence unleashed by Cindy and Serenity.

Sparkles: New Eden are just unstoppable.

Victoria tries to lay on the canvas and convalesce, only to find that the old saying is true, that there is NO rest for the weary. Cindy steps over her adversary, reaches down and grabs Victoria by the throat. She drags Victoria to her feet and then traps her in the lifting arm triangle choke. Victoria looks limp in the arms of her opponent and it seems a submission at this point is inevitable. Victory is slowly slipping out of the reach of Victoria’s team until her partner Cammie interferes. She stumbles in behind Cindy and takes her around the waist. It seems Cammie is setting up for a suplex though we never find out. Cindy swings right around out of the waist lock and grabs Cammie by the wrist, whipping her along into the turnbuckle. Instead of hitting the corner though Cammie leaps into it, lands on the middle rope then springs off. She twists in mid-air, flying right into Cindy….Cindy’s arm lift triangle choke. Cindy wraps her arms around either side of Cammie’s chest and squeezes tight. Instantly Cammie goes to a knee with Cindy stooped beside her to apply even further pressure on the submission.

Victoria tries to help her partner out, though that proves difficult when someone is blocking her path. Serenity jumps in front of Victoria and her fists jump into Victoria’s face. Victoria answers back with her own punches. The two trade shots back and forth before Serenity swings for the fences. Unfortunately she swings right PAST Victoria, who falls to the ring while hitting a drop toe hold. Serenity’s head comes down and collides with the back of her Queen. The impact causes the triangle choke that was being locked to break and for Cindy to arch her wounded spine….a spine far more wounded when Victoria hits it with her version of the backstabber.

Greyson: Victoria hitting a version of the Siren Breaker!

Sparkles: But she didn’t get all of it or hit it the way we normally see.

Cindy rolls off the elevated knees of her adversary, bowing her back from the ring. In the meanwhile Cammie is now slugging it out with Cindy’s partner Serenity. She is trying her best to make sure that Serenity will not play a factor in the outcome of this contest. Though Serenity nails a kick to Cammie’s ribs and knocks her back into the ropes. This is followed by a clothesline that Serenity intends to use to send her adversary flipping over the cables. Sadly for Serenity her momentum is used against her, Cammie side stepping her opponent and throwing her by the back of the head to the outside of the ring.

Victoria and Cammie have managed to work this match down to 2 on 1 handicap advantage. They have Cindy as the lone member of her team remaining in the ring and look to capitalize on this opportunity. After Victoria talks to her partner Cammie, she approaches the corner, slides through the ropes to the apron then starts to climb the turnbuckle. She gets to the very top rope, looking to finish off her laid out opponent. Cindy is spread across the canvas in the middle of the ring, seemingly waiting to be crushed by whatever top rope move Victoria has in mind for her. It seems that Cammie has her own plans though, and they circumvent that of her tag team partner’s. Cammie approaches Cindy and latches onto her legs, perhaps looking to apply some type of submission hold, yet in the process she blocks whatever Victoria was going to hit off the top rope.

Victoria: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!

Shouts Victoria from the turnbuckle, her words falling on the deaf ears of her partner. Cammie is already starting to swing herself around in order to apply the figure four leg lock. However, the moment she aims her back towards Cindy a boot is wedged to her seat and she is kicked right along into the turnbuckle. Cammie ends up colliding with Victoria’s feet, causing her to lose her balance and go tumbling from the turnbuckle all the way down to the ringside mats.

Greyson: A costly miscue between Cammie and Victoria!

Cammie spends little time concerning herself with Victoria’s well-being and instead goes straight after Cindy, walking directly into the fingers that try to push into her mouth. Cindy is going for the Hand of Anubis. Just before the hold can be locked in Cammie grabs Cindy’s wrist and forces the fingers back from her throat, blocking the Mandible Claw.

Amazingly Cammie manages to deny the fingers access to her throat and delivers a kick to her attacker’s ribs. Cammie turns away from her adversary and runs into the nearby ropes, about to leap from them. Or at least Cammie would be springing back from the cables if she wasn’t being caught by another of her opponents. From the ringside mats Serenity has leaped to the apron, caught the back of Cammie’s head and dragged her throat down into the top cable. Cammie’s head snaps back and she goes spiraling around right into the Hand of Anubis.

Greyson: It’s locked in now!

Frankie: Hand of Anubis applied!!

Sparkles: All that’s left now is the SUFFERING.

Try as she may Cammie can’t get the fingers out of her windpipe. Cindy’s hand is buried so deep in Cammie’s throat that the nails are cutting into her heart. Cammie bridges back but will not go down to the canvas at least not until Serenity comes flipping off the top rope into the shooting star press. She crashes into Cammie’s stomach while Cindy pushes down Cammie’s head with the Hand of Anubis.

Frankie: HOLY FUCK WHAT WAS THAT!?!

Greyson: A combination Hand of Anubis and Serenity Now!

Sparkles: Talk about NASTAY!

A blown away audience watches as the referee slides into position and makes the count. Serenity is spread across Cammie’s chest and Cindy is holding her opponent down with the Hand of Anubis. The referee makes the count with BOTH palms.

And there it is, Cammie had NO chance of kicking out.

Greyson: The Hand of Anubis and the Serenity Now have secured New Eden an incredibly hard fought victory.

Sparkles: Victoria Salinas and Cammie Chase brought it and they brought it hard but it’s just like what was said earlier on, Heroes, Bitches, doesn’t matter who or what you are, they all fall down against New Eden.

Frankie: Shame it had to happen to Cammie. I’ll make a bubble bath for her later tonight.

Although New Eden would like nothing more than to continue inflicting pain and agony on their opponents they’re never given the opportunity. Victoria has recovered from her plunge to the outside of the ring and is now returning to it with a steel chair in hand. Instead of continuing to hurt their adversaries Cindy and Serenity vacate the ring. They both wear the wounds of this match, a little blood leaking out from Serenity’s scalp, yet she is still smiling. Cindy puts a hand on Serenity’s shoulder, patting it as the two back up the ramp. They never look away from their latest victim, Cammie, who is slowly starting to regain some semblance of consciousness. She rubs at her throat and twists over to her side, feeling pain from pretty much everywhere one could imagine. Victoria throws aside the chair then goes to check on Cammie only to have her hands swatted away. With what little strength she has left Cammie pushes Victoria away and then rolls out of the ring.

Greyson: What was that all about?

Frankie: It’s so obvious what caused Queen Cammie to lose tonight. An inferior tag team partner.

Sparkles: This so wasn’t Victoria’s fault at all.

A confused Victoria puts her hands out to her sides and watches as Cammie disses her. Cammie falls to the ringside mats, sitting up and staring angrily at her partner.

Horror….sheer unbridled horror inhabits the eyes of a poor unfortunate priest. There are no amount of ‘hail Marys’ or other such prayers to the big man upstairs that will get the kindly old reverend out of his present predicament. He finds himself cornered in a backstage corridor with the devilish Mrs. R in his face and the equally as demonic Mordecai towering behind his back. We don’t hear what Mrs. R is saying though we can tell it’s having quite the effect on the priest, who clutches his bible tighter and tighter to his chest. The snarled breaths tricking down the elder’s neck aren’t helping his anxiety. Mordecai stares murderously at the reverend while the creature’s sister continues to give orders.

Greyson: What the heck? Is that-is that-is that a priest that Mordecai and his sister Mrs. R have cornered backstage?

Sparkles: Well the two are planning to bury Mordecai’s opponent Johnny Kingdom tonight, so I guess they’re going to have a full-fledged funeral for the former World Champion.

Frankie: Time is ticking down until the Buried Alive Match and until we say sayonara to the Team Leader.

Greyson: Mordecai and Kingdom still scheduled to collide here at Upping the Ante, and that match is NOT going to be a very pleasant experience.

One can almost see Borislav’s breaths escaping from his nostrils and mouth like smoke from the beak of a dragon. The New Eden enforcer is on a mission, one that will not end very well for his former master Aiken Frost. Clutched in his hand is a pipe wrench, one that is no doubt about to take a few years, if not all of them, off of Aiken’s life. He marches down a hallway as he mentally readies himself to fulfill the edict that was given to him earlier tonight, when Cindy Todd told him to be the instrument that ENDS Aiken once and for all. If Aiken wanted to hide he didn’t do a good job of it, because Borislav has found the door marked “Aiken Frost,” which serves as access to his dressing room.

The doorknob is twisted and Borislav walks through, barging into the room where he anticipates bloodshed. What he gets instead is not what he was expecting at all. Seated within the locker-room is the woman he was once assigned with protecting, the clown paint wearing Mika Kozlov. She sits Indian style on the floor, knuckle raised to her chin.

Mika: Been waiting for you handsome.

Borislav’s breaths begin to calm, his huge chest no longer heaving as he looks into the eyes of Aiken’s greatest proponent. Mika’s smile seems to have a soothing effect on the brute.

Cameras segue to the trainer’s office where we can quite clearly see Devon Kayl seated in a chair in front of the old medic wearing glasses that sport bottle thick lenses. We don’t hear what’s being said though we can see that Kayl is pointing to his temple, one that the doctor is looking over. It appears that the prognosis is not good, the doctor pulling back and shaking his head as if to indicate that Kayl may be harboring some type of serious injury.

Sparkles: This doesn’t look promising.

Greyson: Devon Kayl scheduled to face “The General” Ricky Holt in a grudge match this evening, but it looks like he might be getting some bad news from our Head Trainer.

Frankie: There’s been speculation all over social media that Kayl is not medically cleared to wrestle this evening due to injuries inflicted on him by Mordecai a few weeks ago.

Greyson: It appears Holt might just win his match tonight via forfeit then.

Frankie: That’s not going to sit very well the General at all.

Sparkles: Uhhhh, forget all that noise, look at who’s headed for the ring guys.

Tyson Galloway: You think you can make a fool of me, Ricky Holt!?!

Cameras segue back to the ring just as the seven foot Tyson Galloway steps over the ropes and into the squared circle. The huge and daunting figure clasps a microphone which amplifies his angered words for the whole world to hear.

Greyson: Can we PLEASE go one night without seeing the man who makes Barry Horowitz look like a wrestling legend.

Sparkles: Sparkles will have to give you a ‘pat on the back’ for that reference. See what I did there?

Frankie: Tyson looks just a smidge upset about what happened two weeks ago when his paths crossed with Ricky Holt.

Sparkles: He got the stuffin’ absolutely kicked out of him by Holt before he was pinned in the middle of that ring.

Greyson: In a match that wasn’t even scheduled to happen, Tyson was jumped backstage and then dragged to the ring where Holt pinned him.

Tyson is still fuming over that fact as well as the added insult that his t-shirt, which he personally designed himself, was used as butt-floss by Holt.

Tyson: Listen Holt, I can tolerate you pinning me, you humiliating me, but when it comes to you destroying the shirt that I spent hours and hours weaving together, the shirt that is selling like hot-cakes (he tugs on the t-shirt that reads ‘1-49,’ publicizing Tyson’s abysmal win/loss record), I have to say ENOUGH.

Greyson: Tyson looking really fired up right now.

Sparkles: And for good cause, I mean, we did see Holt use that t-shirt Tyson is so proud of to wipe his taint.

The brooding eyes of Tyson are locked on the entry way, anticipatory of his rival’s entrance.

Tyson: So with all these rumors swirling around that your opponent tonight is injured, why don’t you step down that ramp right now Holt and give ME another crack at you?

The fans are unsure rather they should be excited at this prospect or not.

Greyson: Tyson wants Holt. Are we gonna see it?

Sparkles: Well Hol doesn’t have an opponent if the Kayl rumors are true, so Holt might as well as accept.

Frankie: Sure Ricky wants that pay-per-view bonus.

Tyson: Face it Holt, I’m all you’ve got tonight. Either fight me, or fight nobody.

What a sale’s pitch.

Tyson: Get out here and give me one more…..

The demands end when the pulse pounding lyrics of “Miss Jon’s” theme music bursts through the loud speakers. Tyson’s eyes almost become crustaceous, shooting out of their sockets when he sees the menacing, planetary mass of Miss Jon stepping through the curtains. Her clinched fists hang off to her sides and her enormous body is orbited by her agent Martin Howe III. He stops at his client’s side and rubs his hands together rather gleefully while wearing a smile that would make the Cheshire Cat envious. Miss Jon doesn’t smile, she probably doesn’t even know what a smile is, and if she saw one on the face of her next victim she would have to KILL IT.

Greyson: Oooooh Gaaaaaahd.

Frankie: Who did it? Who thought of the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man?

Sparkles: Nobody steps on a church in my town.

Greyson: Careful guys, Miss Jon is no laughing matter at all. This woman has been blazing a path of total and utter destruction through the IWC roster since her debut.

Sparkles: She’s also the number one contender to the Evolution Championship.

Frankie: And word has it neither she nor her manager Martin Howe III are very happy that she was left off tonight’s pay-per-view card.

Greyson: Yeah, we’ve actually heard Martin all over social media insisting that Miss Jon SHOULD be added to the World Title match this evening between Katelyn Buehler and Scott Cannon.

Sparkles; Then why is she sizing up Tyson Galloway right now.

Frankie: An appetizer to the main course maybe?

Miss Jon’s appetite is ravenous, but it isn’t food she craves, its violence. Tyson looks like a deer caught in the headlights, unsure what he should or where he can run to avoid the menacing mass that is headed his way. Miss Jon reaches the ring and reaches up to grab the middle rope, using it to pull her imposing figure to the apron.

Frankie: What are you doing Tyson? RUN you stupid bastard!

Greyson: Tyson looks petrified with fear.

While Martin pauses at ringside his client goes one step further, slipping in through the ropes. Tyson finally reacts, running at Miss Jon and immediately going on the offensive. He throws punches into the monster’s face and kicks into her stomach, doing everything and anything to hold her at bay. He makes the fatal mistake of breaking away from her though, running the length of the ring, ricocheting from the far cables and coming back in at his adversary, crashing directly into her. No wait, Miss Jon just threw all of her mass right into Tyson, knocking the seven footer flat on his back.

Greyson: Tyson just ran into a brick wall!

Frankie: Every organ in Tyson’s body just got turned into pudding.

The impact with Miss Jon has left Tyson googly eyed, and has knocked all the wind right out of his body. He has no defenses left to ward off the big hands wrapping around his head and dragging him up from the ground. Miss Jon pulls Tyson’s head into position and then looks out over the crowd with her tongue rolling over her upper lip. If there is one thing that she delights in its acts of wanton savagery, much like the one she is about to deliver. Tyson’s unaccustomed to finding his seven foot body being lifted into the air and then nearly slammed through the ring with the sit-out powerbomb.

Sparkles: OOOOOH SHIT!

Greyson: POWERBOMB! POWERBOMB!!

Frankie: On ‘friggin’ Galloway, a guy who has to be about three hundred plus pounds.

Miss Jon doesn’t stop at just brutalizing Tyson, she also assaults his wardrobe. She rips the t-shirt that he was wearing right off his body and then looks down at it hanging through the fingers of her black padded glove. Before long that t-shirt ends up in her mouth, Miss Jon actually eating it.

Greyson: She’s eating Tyson’s shirt.

Frankie: Hopefully he had a few more prototypes designed.

Martin doesn’t eat a shirt, no-no, because then his mouth would be full meaning we wouldn’t get to hear his heavenly cadence. With a microphone in his hand Martin steps over Tyson’s broken body and stops beside his client.

Martin: The IWC has done you all a great disservice this evening (announces Martin while pointing out over the crowd). They have denied you the opportunity to see the destroyer of beauty compete on tonight’s pay-per-view. But fret not boys and girls, for all hope is not lost….at least not yet.

There is a very devious twinkle in Martin’s eyes.

Martin: Several weeks ago on social media I made a proposition. I suggested a solution to this egregious oversight that would see Miss Jon left off this evening’s pay-per-view. On the last addition of Riot, my client went one on one with the World Champion Katelyn Buehler in a match that had NO resolution. So why not have that resolution here tonight?

Greyson: What is Martin getting at?

Sparkles: Exactly what he was eluding to on social media several weeks ago.

Martin: One must also take into account the fact that my DESTROYER is the current number one contender for the Evolution Championship that sits on the shoulder of Scott Cannon, the very man slated to face Katelyn for the World Title right here in this evening’s main event. Unless you’re an amoeba, you can figure out what the practical solution is. I’m demanding that my client, Miss Jon, be included into the match between Katelyn Buehler and Scott Cannon. I say we make it a three way with BOTH the World AND the Evolution Championships on the line!

Miss Jon’s eyes widen as she continues to chew on the shirt of the fallen Tyson Galloway.

Greyson: Is Howe serious? I mean, his client hasn’t even been in the IWC for more than three months, and he’s already insisting she receive a World Title shot?

Frankie: AND an Evolution Title shot.

Sparkles: Surely our Principle Owner won’t go for this.

Martin salivates at the thought of seeing his client leave here tonight with two titles over her shoulders.

Martin: The decision is YOURS IWC, and it is a decision that I would not make lightly.

As Martin makes this final chilling comment we see a few EMTS sliding into the ring and gathering around the unconscious Tyson, the latest victim of his client’s wrath. As a female medic tends to Tyson’s potentially injured neck she suddenly feels her pony tail grabbed. She unleashes a loud scream as she’s dragged towards Miss Jon and then lifted into the sit-out powerbomb.

Greyson: HEEEEY! NOOOO!

Sparkles: Now Miss Jon has just laid out an EMT!

Frankie: This woman is a straight up psychopath.

Miss Jon sits on the canvas with a t-shirt hanging out from between her teeth and a crippled EMT spread across the ring in front of her.

The door to the offices of Silas Mason open and we see perhaps the last person we wanted to exiting through it. Blaire McBride steps out into the hallway with her chin lowered into her hand, appearing as if she’s in deep contemplation. Apparently the Principle Owner has given her quite a bit of food for thought just moments before she’s slated to team up against him and his thugs in a six person tag team match. At last Blaire walks off down the hall, while she remains deeply immersed in her thoughts and in the proposition Silas just made.

EARLIER TONIGHT

The footage on the screen correlates to the events of earlier this evening when all hell broke lose in the ring regarding the World Title.

Greyson: This night has not been one we’ll soon be able to forget, thanks in large part to the destruction just unleashed by Miss Jon, and all the chaos that occurred earlier on when our World Champion was drawn into the ring by her rival Taylor Chase.

Frankie: And Katelyn was stupid enough to take the bait.

Sparkles: Katelyn came out to face Taylor but it was all just a set up.

Just as the World Champion Katelyn prepares to lock up with Taylor, a briefcase cracks her in the back of the head. Taylor’s Monarchy teammate Lexy Chapel uses the briefcase holding the number one contender contract to lay Katelyn out. She then tries to use the briefcase, that she stole from the rightful owner, to demand an immediate shot at the championship. However, the true number one contender, and the man destined to face Katelyn for the title tonight, Scott Cannon, runs to the ring and attacks the Monarchy members.

Eventually Scott is overwhelmed by Monarchy, which draws out his brothers Michael and David Cannon. They lend their brother aid in clearing the ring but then lay out the World Champion. The pair then insists that Scott cash in his number one contender contract and defeat Katelyn right then and right there for the World Title. Although Scott contemplates it, he ultimately decides to do the honorable thing and does not take advantage of the injured World Champion. As he walks away from the ring his brother David shouts at him in anger before turning around and walking right into the roaring elbow by the Champ. Katelyn lays David out then stands over him with the World Title raised aloft above her head.

Cameras go from the video package to dem Cannon boys, or at least two thirds of them. While an irritated Michael paces the hall, his brother David sits against the wall rubbing his hand across a jaw that is still smarting after receiving the World Champion’s roaring elbow. Correspondent Mark Comeau is stood in the forefront, microphone clasped in his hand.

Comeau: Ladies and gentlemen, earlier tonight we witnessed an encounter between the Cannons and our World Champion Katelyn Buehler. Gentlemen (turns from camera to the Cannons), there’s been a lot of speculation in regards to your motives of late. Two weeks ago we saw you turn your backs on your brother Scott while he was being assaulted in the ring….

David: We were sending our brother a message.

Michael: One that didn’t take apparently.

Comeau: Well tonight, you two pulled a 180 and actually came to Scott’s defense….

Michael: A lot of good that did.

Comeau: What are you trying to accomplish?

David: We came out to that ring tonight to help our brother because we hoped that by walking out on him two weeks ago that it would make him realize that this whole quest for redemption he’s been on is only going to end in embarrassment for our family.

Michael: But judging by what he did…no, what he DIDN’T do earlier on, he still hasn’t accepted that he is, nor will he ever be, a GOOD man.

David: Meaning that if he wants to become World Champion, WE’RE going to have to step up our efforts.

Comeau: So you guys don’t think that Scott possesses the skills to win the World Title in a straight forward match?

Michael: Did we say that? No, we didn’t. But why should we leave anything up to chance?

David: Especially when we’re in a position to make sure we don’t have to.

Cameras have transitioned back to the Riot set or more accurately to the huge mound that is set off to the side of it. A tarp is being removed from a giant hill of dirt, revealing the grave embedded into it.

Greyson: The time is upon us guys.

The ominous statement is punctuated by the arrival of a backhoe. The giant piece of construction machinery drives along from the back before it comes to a stop right beside the grave.

Sparkles: That backhoe out here for perhaps the most macabre reason imaginable.

Frankie: To bury someone alive.

Greyson: The issues that have been steadily building for six months between Mordecai and Johnny Kingdom comes to a heading.

Sparkles: With one of these two men ending up six feet beneath dirt.

Greyson: This feud really kick started back at IWC Awakening when Kingdom was shockingly assaulted by the monster who looks to bury him tonight.

AWAKENING

A recap shows what happened back at the last pay-per-view event when Johnny Kingdom took on Scott Cannon in a culmination of their long standing rivalry. In the waning moments of that bout Kingdom looks to be on the verge of potentially capturing a victory over Cannon, hitting him with the Exodus Finale. Kingdom then goes for the pin only to have a set of hands rip up through the canvas and latch onto his ankle. A stunned Kingdom claws at the ring but can’t prevent being dragged beneath the ring by the deranged Mordecai.

RIOT!

The footage transitions into a show several weeks later where Mordecai buries what he claims to be the remains of Kingdom in a burlap sack before going on to challenge for the World Title. When it appears that Mordecai may pull off a stunning win over the Champion, to the relief of thousands Johnny Kingdom makes his return and does so by causing his rival to be rolled up for a three count costing him the title.

RIOT! TWO WEEKS AGO

On the last edition of Riot before the pay-per-view we witness Mordecai holding a mock wake for Kingdom in the ring. There is nothing fake about the hands that tear their way through the canvas and grab Mordecai’s ankle. Kingdom attempts to drag his nemesis under the squared circle before the two brawl. Eventually they fight their way up the ramp and towards a number of black cars that participated in a funeral procession. Once on top of one of these vehicles Kingdom tries to hit the Exodus Finale on Mordecai only to have the monster’s sister, Mrs. R, throw dirt directly into his eyes. A blinded Kingdom is then chokeslammed onto the roof of the car. Mordecai and Mrs. R follow this act of destruction via observing a moment of silence for the fallen Kingdom.

JOHNNY KINGDOM VS. MORDECAI:
BURIED ALIVE MATCH

After so much has went down between Mordecai and Johnny Kingdom in the past six months the finale is finally here. The open grave dug into the mound of dirt beside the stage will provide for a resolution to this long gestating rivalry. Before we get to it the haunting melody of Mordecai’s entrance theme descends upon the ears of the crowd. The mood in the arena takes a turn at the sight of Mrs. R emerging from the back, representing her brother, who has yet to make his entrance. Dragged along beside her is a Priest, who through physical coercion is being forced to make his way towards the edge of the grave.

Greyson: The Buried Alive Match between Mordecai and Johnny Kingdom is SUPPOSED to be starting right now but for some bizarre reason a priest is being dragged out here by Mordecai’s sister, Mrs. R.

Frankie: Isn’t it fitting?

Greyson: What?

Frankie: That a priest be here to give the last rites to Kingdom before he ends up in the bottom of that grave?

Sparkles; It’s not quite such an open and shut case Frankie. We’ve seen Kingdom rise above challenges as great as….

Frankie: Bullshit, Johnny has NEVER faced anything the likes of Mordecai before.

The mental edge headed into this match definitely goes to Mordecai and his sister. Mrs. R nudges the priest several times, pushing him to the edge of the open grave and urging him to begin his sermon. With tears of fear welling up in his eyes the priest begins to read a passage from the bible in his palms.

Priest: Today we gather to pay our final respects to the once revered Johnny Kingdom…

Mrs. R digs her nails into the Priest’s bicep and yanks his ear towards her lips.

Priest: We pay NO respects to the Fallen King….

It sickens the Priest to say these words.

Priest: Who’s death was a blessing that ended the curse of a man who long surpassed his usefulness. Please would you all join me as I recite Psalm 23 in recognition of Kingdom’s….Kingdom’s…. passing….I can’t do this.

Confesses the Priest, who shuts the bible and shakes his head towards Mr. R.

Priest: This is sacrilege.

Mrs. R: Do as you’ve been instructed.

Priest: I won’t….

Mrs. R: Do not force me to do something you will regret dear.

Priest: I wont….

Suddenly Mrs. R gives the reverend such a forceful shove that it takes him off of his feet and sends him rolling down the dirt hill.

Greyson: COME ON!

Frankie: Oh great, the bible thumpers are gonna be angry!

The moment the Priest hits the ground at the base of the dirt mound the livid crowd have an emotional resurgence at the tunes of Johnny Kingdom’s theme music playing over the loud speakers. Mrs. R whips around to face the stage but does not do so quick enough. Kingdom is already making his way from the backstage area and has dropped to the side of the fallen Priest, checking his condition. His eyes, more ravenous than ever, have focused on Mrs. R, who steadily back peddles closer and closer to the edge of the grave.

Greyson: Kingdom getting a hero’s reception here tonight.

Frankie: Then he should receive a hero’s funeral by the end of it.

Sparkles: He’s got Mrs. R in his sights. This woman has aided her brother Mordecai numerous times over the past six months in torturing and tormenting Kingdom.

Greyson: Now it appears she is about to answer for those many transgressions.

As Kingdom climbs the hill Mrs. R backs from his reach. She doesn’t have much more room to flee, if that’s what she was doing. Needless to say it wasn’t. She’s not retreating, she’s luring. The moment Kingdom steps to the side of the grave a set of hands reach up out of it. The crowd squeals in response to Mordecai as the devilish figure rises from the hole and locks his hands around Kingdom’s ankle.

Greyson: This was a set up!

Sparkles: Mordecai was hiding inside of that grave this whole time, just WAITING to get his hands on Kingdom.

Frankie: This might be a very short lived Buried Alive Match.

The grip on his ankle pulls Kingdom right off of his feet and down into the grave. The second Johnny lands at the base of the hole he finds a big fist slamming across his jaw. Mordecai levels Kingdom with one powerful punch, taking him down to the ground. Mordecai begins to exit the grave with the intention of burying his rival and burying him in record setting time. He is just about half way out of the grave before Mordecai finds his legs caught in the clutches of Kingdom. The former World Champion holds tight to his adversary’s ankle before being kicked off and knocked to his back. Mordecai then stands up at the edge of the grave before approaching a shovel that has the blade dug into a pile of dirt. Mordecai lifts the shovel and prepares to throw some dirt down onto Kingdom, starting the process of burying him. Before even a speck of dirt hits him Kingdom climbs up and out of the grave.

The shovel is no longer employed to bury Kingdom but to brutalize him. He swings the shovel down at Kingdom’s back. The shovel hits Kingdom right between his shoulder blades. The impact echoes throughout the arena and reverberates throughout Johnny’s bones. Mordecai tosses the shovel into the grave and then takes hold of Kingdom’s head, pulling him up from the ground. The monster loads his prey up and onto his shoulder before charging him head first towards the side of the steel backhoe.

Before Kingdom’s head can collide with the construction machinery he manages to slide back and off of his opponent’s shoulder. Kingdom lands behind Mordecai, who is quickly spiraling around into a boot to the gut. With lighting fast speed Kingdom manages to DDT Mordecai’s head into the dirt mound, the impact causing him to pop back up to his feet and spiraling away from his rival. Kingdom dashes in behind a disorientated Mordecai, puts hands to his back and shoves him head first into the side of the steel bucket of the backhoe.

Greyson: That backhoe being used as a weapon as well.

Sparkles: No rules, no count outs, no disqualifications, might as well as make use of the backhoe too.

After his head ricocheted off the bucket Mordecai’s body goes spiraling to the base of the hill, stumbling towards the crowd. The two are off to the side of the Riot set and are now making their way in the direction of the barricade. Kingdom delivers a forearm over his adversary’s back, the blow knocking his opponent onto the barrier. A dazed Mordecai drops with his arm over the barricade, which is the only thing that is holding him up. His legs start to buckle when Mordecai finds his face on the receiving end of one punch after another punch after another punch from Kingdom’s piston like hands. The punches stop flying into his adversary’s skull so that Kingdom can step back and give Mordecai an ‘up yours’ taunt. He then steps in and nails a knock out shot across Mordecai’s chin. The blow has Mordecai staggering back towards the dirt mound and the backhoe set up right beside it. Kingdom stops his opponent’s momentum though, spinning him around, latching onto his wrist then Irish whipping him towards the barricade. However, Mordecai twists around and instead he sends Kingdom’s body into the steel. Kingdom hits the barricade with enough force to knock it completely over, Johnny coming down on top of it.

Sparkles: Kingdom launched right through the barricade!

Greyson: If it buckled on impact just imagine the effect it had on Kingdom’s body.

The crowd that WAS being held back by the barricade are now restrained by security, keeping them out of harm’s way. The injured body of Kingdom starts to work its way up from the barricade and then into Mordecai’s arms. Before Johnny can counter he’s being struck with a scoop slam that sends his already injured muscularity colliding with the knocked over barricade. Instinctively Kingdom rolls off of the steel and tries to work his way back up to his feet, standing just in time to be leveled with a vicious right hand. The blow knocks Kingdom down onto the barricade where he bows his spine from the unforgiving, merciless steel.

In spite of his multiple impacts with the barricade Kingdom is still attempting to stand up. Amazingly he does get up only to regret doing so when Mordecai swoops in, scooping him up onto his shoulder. Mordecai dashes Kingdom along and then throws him like a dart right into the side of the backhoe.

Greyson: Ooooh damn! OOOOH DAMN WHAT AN IMPACT!

Frankie: We all knew this match was going to be every bit this vicious.

Sparkles: Especially with a total lack of anything that even remotely resembles rules.

The head first slam into the backhoe has Kingdom leveled and desperately trying to push himself up from the ground. Mordecai snags him by the wrist and then Irish whips Kingdom into the side of the backhoe a second time. Kingdom bounces off then stumbles along right into the uppercut unleashed across his jaw. The shot has taken Kingdom down to a knee, the effects of this hard hitting contest beginning to show.

Mordecai latches onto Kingdom’s throat and gives it a tug, dragging him up onto his feet and preparing to throw him into the side of the backhoe once again. He whips Kingdom towards the steel only to have the Team Leader reverse. Instead he sends Mordecai running into the side of the construction machinery, his back hitting it forcefully. He bounces off but does not go down to the ground, instead Mordecai ricochets from the backhoe then runs right into a clothesline that knocks his opponent to the ground.

Greyson: Man, what does it take to keep Mordecai grounded?

Sparkles: Grounded? First Kingdom has to knock Mordecai to the ground in order to keep him there.

A gasping Kingdom tries to stand up even as boots drill him in the back of the skull. A few well-placed stomps send Kingdom rolling along in the direction of the stage. The moment that he stands up Kingdom finds himself lifted onto Mordecai’s shoulder in a spinebuster position and then charged back first right into the wall that supports the stage. Kingdom’s body hits with enough force to not just knock air out of his body but to break the bones within it. Mordecai takes a few steps back with Kingdom still held across his shoulder and his spine about to be on the receiving end of another collision with the wall. Kingdom’s organs feel like they’ve just been turned into jam thanks to the multiple brutal impacts that his opponent has subjected him to. Mordecai flings his opponent down to the ground, sending him rolling towards the backhoe. Kingdom grabs at the treads, using them to struggle along to his feet.

Mordecai is about to knock him right back down to the ground, stepping up behind Kingdom, grabbing the back of his head and swinging it towards the treads. Somehow Kingdom is able to get his hands out and block the collision. He then throws his elbow back into Mordecai’s ribs before taking HIM by the back of his skull and swinging it along right into the backhoe treads. Mordecai stumbles back with his arms out to his sides, unable to block the punches that Kingdom unleashes. One shot after another staggers Mordecai towards the base of the dirt mound. He staggers up the hill while Kingdom follows, continuing to unleash punches and clubbing strikes on his rival.

Once the two are on top of the hill Kingdom runs in to level Mordecai with a clothesline only to receive a boot square across the jaw. The shot knocks Kingdom away, giving Mordecai a little breathing room. He slouches down with his hands to his knees, unaware what’s happened to his adversary. Kingdom has rolled down the hill and then disappeared under the boom of the backhoe.

Mordecai finally turns around to face his opposition only to realize that Kingdom has vanished entirely. Although Mordecai searches high and low for him it isn’t until the Team Leader WANTS to be found that his whereabouts are discovered. The fans are almost creaming all over themselves at the sight of Kingdom standing on top the backhoe boom. He is elevated high, high, HIGH in the air, but before long he comes plummeting down from those tremendous heights into a clothesline that nails Mordecai in the throat.

Frankie: AAAAAAHHHHH!!!

Greyson: Kingdom off the boom, Kingdom off the boom and into a clothesline!

Sparkles: Listen to the reaction from these fans.

Mrs. R stands behind the tombstone that is set up at the head of the grave that she hopes will not be occupied by her brother. It looks like Kingdom is about to gravely disappoint Mrs. R though, because his fists are swinging into the side of a kneeling Mordecai’s face. The punches knock him over and then Mordecai is pushed by the back of his head straight into the hole.

Greyson: Mordecai is in the grave, Kingdom’s got him in there, just cover him with dirt and this will all be over!

Kingdom crawls towards the edge of the grave and makes the mistake of peering inside. That’s when a fist flies up out of the hole and slams directly into his temple. Mordecai lunges to his feet, jabs Kingdom in the skull and the blow takes him completely off his game-plan. As Johnny rolls onto his side he raises a palm towards his forehead, and the whites of his eyes widen until his pupils almost disappear. Somehow he turns back to face the grave only to find himself on the receiving end of a headbutt. The shot knocks Kingdom away from the grave and allows Mordecai to exit it. Amazingly Kingdom is back on his feet and dashing towards his opponent only to be caught with a big scoop slam that drives his body into the dirt.

The remarkable resiliency of Kingdom is on display as he tries to stand up only to walk into yet another headbutt. This blow sends Kingdom twisting along and falling into the grave.

Greyson: Now Kingdom is in the hole.

Frankie: Someone give Mordecai a crash course in operating that backhoe.

A handful of dirt finds its way into Mordecai’s palm and begins to spill through his fingers. He crouches towards the hole, peering inside at the body left broken some six feet below.

Mordecai: Even KINGS cannot escape death.

Preaches the monster as he allows the dirt in his hand to fall onto the head of his rival. But that may be the last bit of dirt that strikes Kingdom. The blade of a shovel comes flying up out of the grave and smacking Mordecai straight in the top of his head. The impact of skull to steel echoes throughout the arena. As Mordecai’s eyes roll to the back of his head his opponent climbs out of the grave. More than head trauma is inflicted, because the shovel crushes Mordecai directly in his ribs. The blow doubles Mordecai over and exposes his head to the front chancery. The crowd is erupting as Kingdom prepares to give Mordecai the Exodus Finale, hitting him with a brainbuster DDT on top of the dirt hill.

Sparkles: Remember Kingdom! Remember how this man tried to take your life.

Frankie: Mordecai still argues that he DID take Kingdom’s life.

Greyson: It looks like Kingdom might be about to return the favor if he successfully delivers this.

Kingdom is just about to elevate Mordecai into the Exodus Finale only to halt when he spots a handful of dirt about to go sailing into his eyes. Mordecai’s sister Mrs. R is about to toss the dirt and blind the Team Leader. Unlike two weeks earlier Kingdom sees this coming and puts a stop to it. He catches Mrs. R by the wrist and holds it tight, pushing back on her arm and forcing her to her knees.

Greyson: He’s got Mrs. R! Johnny is going to make her pay for what she did two weeks ago.

Frankie: Unhand that defenseless woman.

Greyson: Defenseless woman? She’s just as sick and twisted as her brother!

As it seems Kingdom is about to fulfill his quota on revenge things go horribly awry. An open palm engulfs his throat and before Kingdom has a chance to react he’s being chokeslammed directly into the grave. Mordecai stands at the edge of the grave that he just sent Kingdom flinging down into.

Greyson: OOOOH!

Sparkles: Kingdom chokeslammed six feet under!

The crowd is very vocally voicing their disbelief at the sight of the chokeslam that may have just shattered every bone in Kingdom’s body. Somehow the fans become even louder when observing a far deadlier act about to be committed by Mordecai. He steps around the grave and nears the tombstone planted at the head of it. A disgusting grin creeps across Mordecai’s face as he puts his hands on the headstone and begins to push it with all of his strength.

Greyson: Things taking a very nasty turn here.

Sparkles: Mordecai is trying to push that tombstone down on top of Kingdom inside of the grave.

Greyson: He’ll crush Kingdom if he does this.

Mordecai displays his raw power as he pushes the tombstone closer and closer, inch by inch, towards the grave. The fans are begging him not to do it, as if their pleas have the slightest effect on him. With one final shove the tombstone is sent tumbling into the grave, but it’s not into a grave that Kingdom still occupies. The Team Leader stands up and rolls out of the grave just in time to prevent being crushed by the tombstone.

Sparkles: Kingdom barely….BARELY avoiding being squished by that tombstone.

Kingdom crawls away from the hole while Mordecai moves around it. He closes in on the Team Leader, reaching down to grab his shoulder only to get something else, a shovel right between the eyes. Kingdom has picked up the shovel and he’s just creamed Mordecai straight in the forehead, resulting in a potential hematoma. He staggers to the hole with his heels going over the edge, seconds from falling back and into the grave. Kingdoms steps in to deliver another blow with the shovel, walking right into a big boot straight across his jaw. The shovel falls out of Kingdom’s hands and his body goes twisting down to the ground.

Greyson: Mordecai is simply put UNSTOPPABLE!

Sparkles: The guy makes X-Men’s Juggernaut look like Bozo the Clown.

The macabre monster locks his hands around Kingdom’s head and pulls it along under his seat. The crowd trembles in fear as Mordecai prepares to commit an unspeakable act. He readies to deliver the Embrace the Dark.

Sparkles: What is Mordecai thinking here?

Greyson: I dare say not even Hannibal Lecter wants to know the answer to that question.

Frankie: Looks to me like Mordecai is going to give Kingdom the Last Ride powerbomb into the grave.

The twisted Mordecai lifts Kingdom into the air with every intention of ending his life and accomplishing as much via throwing him back into the grave with the Embrace the Dark. Mordecai gets Kingdom up onto his shoulders and is just about to hit him with a powerbomb that would certainly end the career of the Team Leader. At the last second Johnny puts his hands to the top of Mordecai’s head and shoves himself over into a leap frog. He lands behind Mordecai, coming down on his feet just as Mrs. R comes in swinging at Kingdom with a shovel. Kingdom steps out of the way just in time to avoid the makeshift weapon that goes flying past him. Mrs. R’s momentum carries her by Kingdom and into the grave.

Greyson: Mrs R in the GRAVE!

Sparkles: She tried to hit Kingdom with the shovel but she missed him by half an inch.

Frankie: That half an inch has just left Mrs. R six feet below.

Mordecai’s eyes brood at the image of his sister lying inside of the grave. With as much speed as he can muster he climbs down into the hole and checks on Mrs. R, trying to revive her and get her out of the hole. All the while Kingdom is capitalizing on his opponent’s distraction, approaching the bucket of the backhoe. He climbs up it and onto the mound of dirt that is held inside. Johnny then turns to the driver of the machinery, pointing up towards the sky. The boom begins to raise with the Kingdom standing atop the bucket.

Greyson: Uhhhh, what is Kingdom doing?

Sparkles: He’s got Mordecai and Mrs. R inside of that grave and now he’s on top of the steel bucket holding all that dirt.

Greyson: And it’s raising him towards the heavens.

The boom raises just as high as it can, putting Kingdom at an elevation that would even make Peter Pan’s sphincter tighten. After pantomiming a cross over his chest Kingdom leaps out of the bucket and goes flipping through the air, hitting a 450 splash all the way onto Mordecai inside of the grave.

Greyson: OOOOOH MMMMMYYYY!!

Sparkles: HOLY PEPPERJACK!

Everyone watches with dropped jaws as Kingdom delivers perhaps the most impressive move he’s hit in his over 20 year career. Mordecai took every last bit of the 450 splash, while Mrs. R barely avoided it, being thrown out of the grave by her brother just in time. She gets to her knees and watches in shock as Kingdom climbs up and onto his feet inside of the grave, standing over her brother. Kingdom bends down to say something to the monster.

Kingdom: You’re right Mordecai, everyone dies eventually….but I won’t die TONIGHT.

Eh, maybe he spoke too soon. Mordecai hand launches into the air and takes Kingdom by the throat. Mrs. R leers towards the driver of the backhoe, now screaming at him and pointing to the bucket filled with dirt.

Mrs. R: DROP IT!

The backhoe driver isn’t about to question Mrs. R. He starts to tip the bucket that will drop a huge pile of dirt into the hole and onto Kingdom with Mrs. R believing her brother is about to get out of the way. She instantly regrets calling for the driver to drop the dirt, because Kingdom reaches from the hole, grabs the shovel sitting beside it and slams the steel right down into Mordecai’s head. Johnny falls back and looks up at the dirt beginning to spill down on top of him. At the last possible moment he jumps from the hole just as a huge pile of earth goes flying past him and filling the grave that Mordecai is lying inside of.

Greyson: Kingdom out of the hole!

Frankie: With Mordecai STILL inside, and he just got BURIED.

Greyson: It’s over! It’s over! Mordecai BURIED ALIVE!

Every single soul inside of the arena lets out a reaction that compels Kingdom to rise to his knees with one fist elevated overhead. He kneels beside the grave now filled with dirt, but he’s not the only one at the edge of the hole. Mrs. R is also on her knees as she looks into the massive pile of earth that has just buried her brother beneath it.

Greyson: The Fallen King has risen tonight to best the beast.

Sparkles: Kingdom has won World Titles, he’s beaten legends the likes of Orlando Cruze and Daemon Frost, but this is without a doubt one of the biggest wins of his long endearing legacy.

Greyson: After six months of torture at the hands of Mordecai, the Team Leader has at last defeated his greatest threat.

Kingdom stands up on top of the dirt that has Mordecai buried under it. He lifts his arms aloft, absorbing the cheers of the crowd, all thankful to see him remaining above ground. His eyes slowly turn from the celebrating audience to Mrs. R kneeling beside him with a handful of dirt. She slowly looks up with a demented grin coming to her face.

Mrs. R: He will devour you from below….hahahahahaha.

The dirt falls through her fingers and onto her brother’s grave. Kingdom shakes his head after hearing what Mrs. R has to say then steps towards the backhoe. He climbs up onto the boom and lets it once again raise him into the air so that the whole world can witness his celebration.

Greyson: Congratulations Kingdom. You have just done everyone in this federation a great service.

Sparkles: He has slayed the monster that has tormented us for the past year.

Frankie: Or did he?

Cameras have transitioned to the Monarchy dressing room where emotions are running high. Lexy Chapel, Kat Kelly, Taylor Chase and Orlando Cruze are speaking with elevated tones. Trinity Street and Lucas Knight attempt to smooth things over. It doesn’t appear that their arguing with each other, but voicing and voicing LOUDLY their outrage regarding what transpired earlier tonight.

Greyson: Monarchy are still all riled up regarding what happened when they TRIED to steal the World Championship earlier tonight.

Sparkles: Lexy Chapel came within an eyelash, an EYELASH, of capturing the title.

Greyson: After her Monarchy teammate lured World Champion Katelyn Buehler to the ring and then Lexy tried to use the briefcase that she stole from the TRUE Number One Contender Scott Cannon to steal the title.

Frankie: It wasn’t stealing anything, she was TAKING what was owed to her.

The Monarchy members continue to talk amongst themselves before Trinity at last silences everyone with just a single sentence.

Trinity: The night isn’t over!

A fist pounds repeatedly into the door that leads to the Trainer’s office. Finally it opens and the elderly medic in his super thick glasses emerges from his dwelling. He looks up from the race track betting sheet in his hand to the very intense gaze of Ricky Holt.

Trainer: Can I uhhhh….

Holt: You can start by looking me in the eye like a man.

Trainer: Okay.

He summons the courage to stare into Holt’s face, which is akin to looking directly at the sun.

Holt: Then you can tell me that you’ve given Devon Kayl medical clearance to face me TONIGHT.

Trainer: Well I hate to be the bearer of bad new…..

Holt: Then don’t you little skidmark!

The ever threatening Holt latches onto the Trainer’s throat.

Holt: Tell me that Kayl is good to wrestle me.

Trainer: I’m-I’m-I’m sorry, but Mordecai did a number on him several months ago, he didn’t pass concussion protocol and-and-and….

Holt: I didn’t ask for a medical evaluation! I told you to….

Eric: Ricky-Ricky-Ricky chill out man.

An unfamiliar figure to the IWC fandom steps between Holt and the Trainer. A baseball bat hangs from this gentleman’s hand, a great equalizer if there ever was one.

Eric: Your on thin enough ice as it is. If anyone catches wind of you beating up some old douche, no matter how much they might deserve it, TMZ will have a field day and you’ll be out some pay.

The Trainer looks relieved that his throat is free from Holt’s clutches and has only this mysterious stranger to thank. A stranger that seems to have calmed down the highly volatile Holt.

Trainer: Ummm, thank you….

The gentleman whips around and raises the bat so that the very top of it is wedged beneath the Trainer’s chin.

Eric: O’Flaherty, Eric O’Flaherty. And don’t thank me just yet. Because you and I, we’re gonna have a little a chat, and it won’t end, until you tell me what Ricky and I want to hear.

The bat is used to nudge the trainer back into his office. The door closes behind O’Flaherty’s back and a smirking Holt stands guard outside of the office.

Marina Valdivia is about as pissed as pissed can be. The look on her face would be enough to send anyone running for the hills, though hills probably aren’t high enough to escape the hate in her eyes. Moments after hearing that her agent had duped her, Marina marches along to confront Tabitha Silverstone and to get the cold hard truth, no matter how difficult it might be to face.

Marina digs deep to find the courage to go bursting through the door and into the room where she mistakenly believes Tabitha is waiting. Instead what she finds is a card on the chair where Tabitha SHOULD be seated.

Marina: Gone to get X-Rays….

The card is read out loud.

Marina: Win for me. XOXO Tabitha Silverstone.

An angst ridden Marina balls up the note and throws the wadded paper across the room.

A woman who gives a whole new meaning to the word ‘intense’ stands with her side to the camera. Her silhouette is a truly intimidating visual, with her snarled lips, her broad tensed shoulders and her clinched fists. Her agent Martin Howe III stands beside her, dwarfed by her immense proportions, and drinking in the image of his client. The two stand in a rather shadowy hallway, with only a few gray pipes running up the walls at their sides.

Martin: Don’t concern yourself with Silas’ announcement. He’ll make the right decision, the one most beneficial to his life expectancy.

The cheeks of Miss Jon twitch as she tries to resist her laughter.

Martin: By the end of the night you WILL leave here with the Evolution and the WORLD Championships. Silas WILL add you the main event, and he WILL do so after this six person tag match for his Principle Ownership has concluded. I guarantee that tonight the DESTROYER OF BEAUTY will be UNLLLLLLEEEASSHHEEED!

The camera slowly zooms in on the pinpoint black pupil in Miss Jon’s fierce eyes.

”Hail to the King” by Avenged Sevenfold is playing over the arena loud speakers, resulting in a loud cacophony of screams from the audience. Their anger is directed at Silas Mason, the Principle Owner, who is the first to emerge from the backstage area. Behind his backs are two very imposing figures, Randal Williams and Marcus Briggs, his teammates for the evening. Bringing up the rear are Jeffrey Starxxx and Mason Van Stanton, two more members of Silas’ staff. All five men head along down the ramp and towards the squared circle where Silas prepares to compete in the biggest match of his life.

Greyson: As much as we’d like to address what we just witnessed backstage with Miss Jon and her agent Martin Howe III, the match we’re about to witness up next takes precedence over anything and everything else.

Sparkles: After over six long months it all finally comes down to this. The McBrides versus Silas Mason and Team Excellence for control of the Principle Ownership. Karen, Blaire and Melanie versus Silas, Marcus Briggs and Randal Williams.

Frankie: In a match that Majority Owner Drew Bryant set up to intentionally screw Silas over.

Greyson: No, what Drew did was even the playing field. After months of hiding behind others to keep Karen McBride from reclaiming the Principle Ownership that he stole from her, Silas is now being FORCED into that ring and FORCED to fight for himself. After months of having people interfere and backstab Karen, there will be no outside interference permitted in this match. And if Silas thinks he can get himself disqualified, that isn’t happening either, this match is NO DQ.

Frankie: Exactly, Drew might think that he’s got Silas backed into a corner, but he’s about to find out that Silas is a very resourceful man.

Greyson: Silas may have Randal Williams and Marcus Briggs in his corner, and he’s done everything in his power to drive a wedge between his opponents but one way or another he’s going to be held accountable here tonight.

TWO WEEKS AGO

On the final edition of Riot we witness clips of Blaire McBride seated in her dressing room just moments before her sister Karen collides one on one with Silas Mason. Oddly enough Silas enters Blaire’s abode with little concern for the consequences of his intrusion. He throws a referee shirt on Blaire’s lap and then informs her that she’ll be the special referee for that evening’s match pitting Silas against Karen. When Blaire refuses Silas shows her footage on his cellphone of his goons Marcus Briggs and Randal Williams loitering outside of her younger sister Melanie’s dressing room. They threaten to inflict great bodily injury on Melanie should Blaire not play along.

LATER THAT NIGHT

Later on the evening the fans see Karen finally getting her hands on Silas in the center of the ring, beating him down with a barrage of punches. However, special referee Blaire McBride calls for the bell, disqualifying her own sister for use of closed fists. Although Blaire tries to explain that she had no choice in DQing her sibling Karen is hearing nothing other than the sound of her sister’s neck snapping. Karen hits Blaire with the swinging neck breaker otherwise known as the End Game.

THE MCBRIDES VS. SILAS MASON & TEAM EXCELLENCE:
PRINCIPLE OWNERSHIP ON THE LINE

Silas and his brigade are in the ring save for Mason Van Stanton and Jeffrey Starxxx, who remain beyond the ropes. At the moment Randal Williams is stood behind Silas, massaging his shoulders to get him physically ready for the big clash ahead.

Greyson: Silas Mason has been very successful in driving the McBrides apart.

Frankie: He’s a brilliant strategist, he’s been able to capitalize on Karen’s distrust of her sister Blaire to ensure that his opponents come into tonight’s match at each other’s throats, rather than at his.

Sparkles: We’ll see just how well those tactics play out here tonight.

Frankie: You just saw how those tactics worked in that video package, Karen laid Blaire out with the End Game. And she’ll do far worse if Blaire comes to that ring to be in her corner.

”American Dreamgirl” plays throughout the arena and in stark contrast to the way the crowd greeted Silas, they are on their feet cheering on his opponent Karen McBride. She steps through the curtains with her sister Melanie in tow, yet predictably Blaire is not side by side with her family on their way to the squared circle.

Greyson: We probably say this WAAAAY too many times, but truly this is, without a doubt….

Frankie: Yeah-yeah-yeah, the BIGGEST match of Karen’s career, yadda-yadda-yadda. Same old song and dance. Face it, the magnitude of this match has no bearing on the outcome. There’s only ONE way that this match ends and it won’t be pleasant for either Karen OR Melanie.

Sparkles: Uhhhh guys, has no one noticed that Blaire McBride hasn’t come out here with her sisters?

Frankie: Big shock there. She’s probably still sitting at home with a broken neck after Karen gave her the End Game two weeks ago.

Greyson: This is a shame. This whole dilemma started because of Blaire and her thirst for power, and tonight she was in a position to make everything right with Karen.

Sparkles: Sparkles doesn’t think that Blaire knows the meaning of the word ‘right.’

As Melanie keeps peeking back over her shoulder at the entry way, hoping to see her sister Blaire, Karen keeps moving for the ring. Once on the apron Karen shouts at Melanie, ordering her to give up on their sister and to get her head in the match. Before long Melanie is in her team’s corner and Karen is marching straight across the ring towards Silas. The referee given the unenviable task of keeping this match under control, jumps right in Karen’s way, holding her back. It isn’t until Marcus and Randal exit the ring that the official calls for the bell, allowing the bout to begin with Silas Mason and Karen McBride being the legal participants.

Greyson: This match starting just the way it should, Silas and Karen at last about to finish this.

There isn’t one second of hesitation on Karen’s part to get her hands on Silas. She makes a mad dash across the ring for the Principle Owner only to have him leap back out of her reach, slapping the huge chest of his partner Briggs. Instantly Karen comes to a stop when seeing the immense proportions of Marcus stepping over the ropes into the squared circle. His gigantic body approaches the woman who looks like a mere midget beside him. He reaches out for Karen only to have McBride duck down and avoid being caught. Marcus spins around and receives one knife edge chop across the chest and then gets caught with a forearm against his sternum. Karen then leaps into a dropkick that nails Marcus across the knee, causing him to almost buckle down to the canvas. The pace is kept at a lighting fast speed, just the way Karen needs things to proceed. She runs into the ropes, ricochets from them and comes back in at Marcus only to be caught against his big hands then thrown extremely high into the air. Karen catches the height of LeBron James slam dunking a basketball before her face goes down right into the canvas.

Frankie: Did you see the ELEVATION on that throw?

Sparkles: Sparkles wonders if Karen could see my house from there.

Greyson: Karen caught a lot of height, but sadly what goes up comes down.

Karen hit the canvas with the force of a meteorite and is now desperately trying to work her way up from it. Unfortunately Marcus is right on top of her, his hands engulfing her throat, lifting her from the ring and throwing her into the turnbuckle. A laughing Silas is truly enjoying the spectacle of it all, cheering on his teammate as Marcus runs into a big splash. He aims the bulk of his weight at Karen only for it all to connect with the corner. The air is knocked out of Marcus’ body, which stumbles back into Karen’s waiting feet. A dropkick hits Marcus in the upper back, sending him twisting along into the corner, ending up with his spine pressed against it. Karen dashes in, jumps onto the ropes in front of Marcus and begins to pound at his face with rights and lefts. She is punching so fast that the crowd can’t even keep count of how many blows she’s delivered across Marcus’ head.

After pummeling Marcus with the strikes Karen leaps away from her opponent and goes racing towards the Principle Owner. Silas drops down from the ring apron and backs up with a smile still on his face, patronizing his opponent with a dismissive wave of his hand. An angered Karen turns away from Silas and focuses on her legal opponent only not fast enough. Marcus levels her with a clothesline so forceful that is instantly closes her throat.

From her corner of the ring we can see Melanie watching her sister take this beating while periodically looking back over her shoulder at the entry way, hoping to see another sister come to their aid. Back inside of the ring Karen is inching her way up from the canvas unaware that a tag has just been made to another of her opponents. Randal Williams dashes into the squared circle, introducing his fist to the back of Karen’s head. He drops down driving all five knuckles into his adversary’s skull, the impact knocking Karen out cold. Randal then lifts Karen up from the ring before dropping her spine straight across his knee with the Canadian back-breaker. At ringside Starxxx is making an absolute ass of himself, leaping around and shouting excitedly at the sight of one of his boys taking the advantage.

Randal maintains that advantage but first he does some hip grinding for the delight of the ladies in attendance.

Starxxx: OOOH YEEEAH BABAY! BRING THAT SWEET STUFF OVER HERE!

Apparently the females aren’t the only ones excited by Randal’s gesticulations. He brings his grinding hips towards the ropes just as his boy Starxxx jumps to the apron with a bundle of single dollar bills in his hands. He stuffs them right into Randal’s waistband.

Frankie: Hahahahha, glad to see Silas and his crew are having fun with this.

Greyson: This isn’t fun and games AT ALL, the Principle Ownership is on the line for Christ sakes, AND the McBrides are facing a 3 on 2 deficit here.

With the dollars in his breeches Randal gyrates his way towards Michelle in the corner of the ring.

Randal: Want a private lap dance?

Muses Randal while Melanie shrugs her shoulders and eagerly nods.

Frankie: Even Melanie likes this. Heard she’s always been into the big black studs.

Melanie urges Randal to come a bit closer and once his pivoting pelvis gets within inches of her body she reaches out, grabs him by the waistband then gives it a tug. She jumps back from the apron and pulls Randal along crotch first right into the middle turnbuckle pad. He staggers back from the corner grabbing at his crotch only his hands aren’t the only ones clutching at his testicles. His opponent Karen sneaks in from behind, grabs Randal by the groin and gives him the BALLS-PLEX.

Frankie: Not the crotch!

Greyson: Randal’s genitalia just smashed against the corner and then subjected to the balls-plex.

Randal rolls around on the canvas grabbing at his testicles while all those men in and around the ring sympathetically clutch their crotches. Meanwhile Karen is scooting across her knees towards Melanie with the intent of making the tag. However, her hand stops an inch away from her sister’s fingers when spotting, from the corner of her eye, another of her siblings nearing the ring.

Sparkles: Hey look, there’s Blaire, there’s Blaire right there!

The crowd nor all those competing in the ring have any clue as to how to react to Blaire’s late arrival. The scrupulous young lady, who’s motives are constantly in question, steps down the ramp only to pause at the base of it. Karen does not take her eyes off of her sister, giving her the type of look that would seer the flesh off a pig. Karen is so preoccupied with Blaire that she doesn’t even realize that a tag is being made to her shoulder. Even as Melanie climbs up the corner at her side, Karen remains fixated on the figure outside of the squared circle. The near giddy Melanie comes flying from the top rope and into a crushing crossbody that knocks Randal down to the canvas.

Greyson: This could very well be it! Melanie about to win back the Principle Ownership for her sister Karen.

Sparkles: What is Blaire McBride doing just standing there?

NOT HAPPENING. Before Randal can be pinned his partner Silas enters the ring, grabs Melanie’s ankle and tugs it, dragging her off the pin. Silas then high tails it from the ring and once back in his corner raises his gloved palms, pleading total innocence. Melanie won’t be distracted by Silas, her focusing remaining on Randal, who she drags along to his feet. Randal is whipped into the corner, his back bouncing off the padding and launching him into Melanie’s big spinning heel kick. Randal and Melanie hit the canvas but it’s Randal who takes a fortuitous roll, ending up next to his team’s corner.

The ever opportunistic Silas makes the tag to Randal’s shoulder then goes hustling into the ring. Just as Melanie gets to her feet she’s hit with a double axehandle over the back, the blow knocking her along into the ropes. Instead of hurting her, Silas’ blow seems to upset Melanie more than anything. She spins around and goes after the Principle Owner but he’s already off and running, making the tag to Marcus before he leaps from the ring.

Melanie stops at the ropes Silas dove through, reaching over them to grab at the boss but coming up short. That’s when a massive fist flies over the cables and cracks Melanie in the jaw. She never saw Marcus’ punch coming until it almost broke her cheekbone.

Frankie: OOOOH-HO-HO! Did you see that!?! Did you see that punch?

Sparkles: Sparkles heard it loud and clear.

Greyson: Someone who didn’t see or hear it is Karen…Look at her arguing with Blaire at ringside, these two are supposed to be tag team partners.

Cameras cut to Karen at ringside stepping right up into Blaire’s face, keeping her from getting one inch closer to the ring. Blaire doesn’t say a word, she just listens and just stares into her sister’s face. Meanwhile inside of the ring the near 500lb Marcus is standing right on top of Melanie’s lower back. She lays on the canvas screaming at the top of her lungs as her petite body is crushed under the thick boots of her adversary. All the while Silas is standing at ringside, shouting beneath the ropes directly into Melanie’s face.

Silas: Should’ve let yer sisters fight ‘er own battles. And ya know what else? Ya should’ve jus let me put it in yer as…..

Even while in the worse pain of her life Melanie spits through the cables straight into Silas’ eyes. He steps back shouting in anger while his assistant Mason Van Stanton grabs a water bottle off the announce table and uses it to clean the saliva out of his boss’s face.

Greyson: A couple of months ago when Silas propositioned Melanie to swap some bodily fluids I doubt this is what he had in mind.

Marcus retaliates on his employer’s behalf, grabbing Melanie by the hair and yanking her up from the canvas. He then takes her by the throat and tosses her back into the corner. Marcus proceeds to distract the referee while his tag partner Randal reaches over the cables and begins to strangle Melanie. He stops when the referee turns away from Marcus to keep a better eye on the action. Marcus then grabs the official by the shirt, pulling him around and commandeering his focus. Behind the referee we see Silas now jumping to the apron, grabbing the tag rope and using it as a noose. He strangles Melanie to the point where her eyes are bulging from her blue face. Silas stops strangling Melanie just as Marcus comes bolting in and engulfing her with a half-ton splash. He then backs away from Melanie and waits for her to come staggering into his hands. He heaves Melanie up into the gorilla press, then goes as far as to lift her up and down like she were a barbell.

Melanie’s screams at last get Karen’s attention off of her untrustworthy sister Blaire and back on the match. Karen TRIES to get back into the ring only to have Marcus spot her, instantly dropping Melanie behind his back. What Marcus doesn’t realize as he stomps at Karen, causing her to pull back from the squared circle, is that Melanie landed on her feet when thrown off the gorilla press. Marcus whips around to face Melanie, dashing towards her only to have his opponent drop to the ring and go crawling right through his legs. Melanie then reaches out and slaps her sister Karen’s hand.

Greyson: The tag has been made, Karen is getting back in there.

And much like how her sister Melanie entered the match, Karen is about to do so in very similar fashion. She climbs up the corner and then comes leaping off into the crossbody. Unlike earlier though, when Melanie flew into Randal, on this occasion when Karne flings herself into Marcus, she’s caught. Marcus then throws Karen up onto his palms, looking to military press her down onto the canvas. But just then Melanie comes flying back into the ring, off the very same top rope Karen just launched herself out of. A front dropkick hits Marcus in the chest, taking him down to his back with Karen landing on top of him.

Marcus’ partner Silas scrambles into the ring, grabs Karen by the foot and yanks her off of the pin. He scrambles to his corner and takes the tag rope, acting like he did no harm.

Greyson: God I just can’t wait…I JUST CAN’T WAIT….until someone finally gets their hands on Silas.

Frankie: It’s never gonna happen. I’m telling you he’s set this up so he doesn’t get so much as a scrape on his body.

From the base of the ramp Blaire continues to observe everything going on in the ring but does not participate in any of it. She just hangs back, watching as her sister Karen throws her fists into the side of Marcus’ head. The blows have the big man reeling back on his knees but not going over to the ground. Karen then takes off into the ropes to get some momentum building behind her clothesline. However, Marcus leaps to his feet, catches her under his arm then hits her with a scintillating side slam. A second after hitting the move Marcus rolls to his corner where Silas is insisting on a tag. The second Marcus slaps Silas’ hand the Principle Owner’s entrance into the ring is met with unanimous boos from the audience. Silas looks legitimately amused by the crowd’s response, though what entertains him more are the repeated stomps that he is delivering to Karen’s body. He then grabs Karen’s hair, pulls her up to her knees and performs the most distasteful act he can think of. After slapping Karen across the cheek he takes her under the jaw and holds her head up while taking the front of his slacks, about to pull them away from his crotch.

Silas: I got somethin’ fer ya here Karen. An early Christmas present.

Silas starts to slide down his slack to present his penis only Karen is not about to see it and she damn sure won’t interact with it. She slides right through Silas’ legs and then rolls onto her back, putting her boots to his butt and kicking him towards the ropes. Silas hits the cables, ricochets off and is about to run right back into the bicycle kick that Karen is going to unleash. All of a sudden Starxxx reaches under the ropes though and grabs Silas by the ankle, pulling him out of the ring.

Greyson: HEY! There’s not supposed to be any outside interference in this match!

Frankie: Well Starxxx didn’t actually get invo….

Greyson: Don’t split hairs with me Frankie.

Sparkles: Sparkles splits hairs every time I fart.

Once at the safety of ringside Silas finds himself surrounded by Starxxx and Mason, his army of personal kiss asses. They check on his condition in spite of the fact that he has not suffered a single blow in this match. That’s about to change. Melanie has climbed up to the top rope in her team’s corner and then comes flying off of it. She flips back into a moonsault that sends her crashing into Mason, crashing into Starxxx, and above all else, crashing into Silas.

Greyson: YEEEESSSS!

Sparkles: That was….NOOOOO!

Inside of the ring Karen might be overjoyed with the sight of her sister taking out Silas and co at ringside, but what she does not enjoy is the double running shoulder block unleashed on her the second she turns around. Marcus and Randal run in behind an unsuspecting Karen, who spins into the tag team move that has leveled her. From ringside Melanie sees this and decides to do something about it. She slides into the ring and runs at Randal only to be caught with a European Uppercut. Melanie stumbles back from the blow and into a clothesline to the back of her skull this time delivered by Marcus.

Frankie: Team Excellence didn’t earn that name for no good cause. Marcus and Randal showing what makes them….well….EXCELLENCE.

Neither man looks excellent at the moment, they look like downright scoundrels as they shout towards ringside at Blaire. As they try to bait her into the ring they gesture to her wounded sisters laid out at their feet. Instead of taking either Randal or Marcus up on their offers, Blaire does not enter the ring. Instead she turns her back and starts to walk away from it.

The camera cuts to the smile forming on Silas’ face as he stands up with the aid of the barricade and watches as Blaire leaves.

Silas: Good girl.

Back inside of the squared circle Marcus and Randal have dragged Karen up to her feet and lead her by the wrists into the ropes. They launch her off and into the far cables, cables that she ricochets off before returning to the clutches of her adversaries. Randal and Marcus lift Karen into a stereo spinebuster…nope…it’s a stereo DDT. Karen catches Randal and catches Marcus around their necks before falling back and spiking them simultaneously on top of their heads. Both men flip over to their seats, looking like about all their braincells have been killed. Karen cold follow up, but she doesn’t, because her focus is on the man being escorted from ringside.

Silas plays up the injuries inflicted on him by the moonsault at ringside to the hilt. He has his arms placed over the shoulders of his boys Starxxx and Mason, the two supporting him as they aid him up the ramp.

Greyson: Where the hell does Silas think he’s going?

Frankie: He’s injured, can’t you tell?

Greyson: That’s such bullshit and you know it.

Silas is about half way up the ramp before Karen ends up on top of him. She runs in behind Silas and his entourage, jumping onto all three of them and knocking everyone down to the floor. She lands on Silas’ back, and begins to punch him repeatedly in the side of his head.

Greyson: Karen’s got him! She’s got Silas!

A stunned Silas is dragged to his feet and then pulled towards the ring by the wrathful Karen, ultimately being deposited inside of the squared circle. Karen then slides in and goes after Silas, who is crawling away from her as fast as he possibly can. Karen just about gets her hands on his boot only to have her head almost cleaved from her shoulder via the clothesline unleashed by Marcus.

Greyson: Dammit, every time, every single time that Karen ALMOST gets a hold of Silas, his goons interfere.

Frankie: Their his partners, Lovejoy, it’s their job to protect them. Stop being so biased.

Sparkles: Yeah LOVEJOY.

The crowd and Karen alike want Silas’ head on a pike but they aren’t going to get it. Karen is dragged up to her knees by Randal and Marcus, the two clasping her arms tight and exposing her face to the slaps being unleashed by Silas. He takes such joy in slapping Karen’s cheek and bloating her lip with his blows. To make this even worse, YES it can get worse, Silas even shouts some insults into the very face he’s slapping.

Silas: All you bitches are the same. Stubborn to the hilt. You just don’t learn, do ya!?! It’s time ya get it through ya skull.

Silas runs back into the ropes, ricochets off and unleashes a boot to Karen’s forehead. In spite of taking this blow Karen remains on her knees and in the clutches of Marcus and Randal, who have a laugh at her expense. Silas looks out over the fans.

Silas: What’s that? Ya want to see me kick ‘er one more time? Sure!

Silas takes off into the cables to build momentum behind another running kick, however, the second he hits the ropes hands reach under them. Melanie grabs Silas’ leg, pulls it out from under him and then drags his body to the outside of the ring. Silas drops down in front of Melanie but doesn’t stay there, he takes off running with her hot on his heels.

Greyson: Melanie! Melanie going after Silas!

Silas runs around the ring though he can’t run fast enough, cause Melanie catches up with him and grabs the back of his head. Silas is swung along into the barricade, his body cracking against it. Melanie is just about to do even more damage before she finds her hair caught from behind. Randal reaches through the ropes, grabs Melanie’s hair and gives it a yank, dragging her up onto the apron. She reaches back instinctively though, takes Randal around the head then falls from the apron, snapping her opponent’s throat against the top rope. Melanie drops back down to ringside after making this counter, and it’s here that she’s caught with a spear to the ribs. Silas runs out of the barricade, drives himself into Melanie’s gut and then powers her back first into the ring apron. Melanie bounces off the ring and then tumbles to the ground.

Back inside of the ring Randal has staggered back and into Karen’s clutches. She jumps to her feet while Randal is disorientated and Marcus is distracted, taking advantage of both scenarios. She grabs Randal by the back of the head, bends him down and charges the top of his skull right into Marcus. The big man turns away from what’s happening at ringside and finds his crotch nailed by the top of his partner’s head. Marcus stumbles back holding his groin yet it’s his face he should be protecting, protecting from the bicycle kick unleashed by his opponent. Karen hits the kick that sends Marcus tumbling off his huge feet onto his even bigger back.

Greyson: Did you see the power behind that bicycle kick!?!

Sparkles: It took Marcus right off his feet.

Greyson: And Karen and Blaire, the McBrides are starting to take control of this match.

Sparkles: Will this end with Karen taking back control of her Principle Ownership though?

After Randal’s head hit his partner in the groin he finds himself twisting back towards his opponent only to receive a kick to the gut. Karen doubles Randal over then takes him around the neck and hits the End Game!

Greyson: END GAME CONNECTING!

Sparkles: Randal AND Marcus BOTH taken out.

Frankie: No-no, this can’t be.

Sparkles: Silas’ partners taken out, meaning he’s now on his ow….

Frankie: Don’t speak too soon Sparkles.

A recovered Starxxx and Mason Van Stanton make their way down the ramp where they had been taken down moments earlier. It seems the two are about to flagrantly disobey the no outside interference rule, we never find out though. In the ring Karen has dropped to all fours while Melanie dashes up to her sister’s side, steps off her back and launches herself over the ropes into a big side first splash that nails Starxxx, that nails Mason, and takes them both to the ground.

Greyson: MELANIE!!!

Sparkles: That was amazing!

Frankie: I’m going to throw up!

Momentum is on the side of the McBrides, and now there is only one person in this match who has yet to be on the receiving end of their wrath. Karen stands up looking for Silas and finding him when a steel chair slams right into her upper back. The blow takes Karen to the ground, laid at Silas’ feet with the chair cocked back in his hands.

Frankie: Yes! Hahahahaha YEEES!

Greyson: Silas abusing the no disqualification rule tagged to this match.

Frankie: Can’t fault him for that Lovejoy.

Sparkles: Yeah LOVEJOY!

Greyson: Stop that.

The blow to the back has Karen on all fours yet still trying to will herself up to her feet. Silas puts a stop to that, or at least is about to as he lifts the chair and prepares to break her spine with it. But that’s when he stops, stops in mid-swing on account of the body sliding into the squared circle. Blaire McBride pops up to her feet and runs in front of Silas, putting her open palms into the air, holding him back, staying his hands.

Blaire: NO!

Greyson: Blaire protecting her sister Karen from another shot from that chair…

Blaire: Let ME do it!

Frankie: Think again, hahahahaha.

The grin on Silas’ face has to be reminiscent of a serpent as it offers Eve an apple. He looks at the chair in his hand, at Blaire’s smile and then at Karen spread across the ring between himself and the woman offering him her services. This opportunity is just too rich to pass up. He gives the chair right over to Blaire and then steps around behind her, waiting to see the steel she’s been gifted end up slamming across Karen’s spine.

Greyson: Don’t do this Blaire. Remember all the work that’s went into repairing your relationship with your sisters.

Frankie: No, remember how Karen laid you out with the End Game two weeks ago. Swing that chair! SWING IT!

It seems that Silas and Blaire alike are relishing the cruel fate about to befall Karen, who is none the wiser that her own sister is going to drive a chair into her spine. Blaire pulls the chair back and swings, only it’s not into Karen’s spine. Instead she whips around and prepares to slam the steel right into Silas’ face, or so that was her intent. A boot hits Blaire in the gut, cutting her off and causing her to drop the chair right into Silas’ hands. Silas then kicks Blaire again, this time in the side of the face, the shot knocking her to the ground.

Silas: Do ya think I’m an idiot?

Shouts Silas as he stoops towards Blaire and points at her with the chair.

Silas: I knew you were jus as stupid as yer sisters.

Frankie: Blaire tried to use the chair on Silas but it backfired. Man is too smart to fall for that.

Sparkles: Blaire actually attempted to redeem herself here.

Greyson: And Silas shut her down.

The boot of Silas grinds across Blaire’s temple, nudging her.

Silas: Now ya get to watch what I do to yer sisters.

Silas turns away from Blaire and lifts the chair just in time for it be hit with the bicycle kick. The world erupts as Karen delivers the kick that sends the chair flying back into Silas’ face.

Frankie: AAAAAHHHH!!!

The chair ricochets from Silas’ skull and sends him spiraling around with his nose quite clearly busted and his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He ultimately turns to Karen, who catches him around the neck and feels the utter joy of hitting him with the End Game. The snap swinging neck breaker drives Silas’ head into the canvas and shuts him down entirely, leaving him defenseless against Karen’s pinfall.

Greyson: THE END GAME!

Sparkles: Will that finishing move truly live up to it’s name?

The referee’s hand slaps the canvas with every fan in attendance counting along.

Greyson: YEEEEEESSSS!!!

All those in the arena feel like throwing a parade, they’re more raucous than a group of partygoers at Mardi Gras. Everyone is excited and justifiably so to witness Karen pick up a win that not only takes the demon that is Silas off of her back but allows her to retake possession of the Principle Ownership. She rolls to her knees seconds after the pinfall is over and the tears welling up in her eyes show just how much this win means to her. The second her name is announced as the victor of this match Karen explodes with emotion. She leaps to her feet with arms raised aloft in victory. Her sister Melanie slides into the ring and is instantly pulled into a hug. Even Melanie has tears of joy in her eyes.

Greyson: An amazing-AMAZING moment here on pay-per-view. Karen at last reclaims the Principle Ownership from Silas Mason

Frankie: I’m….I’m…..the world is over as we know it.

Melanie and Karen go on hugging while their sister Blaire stands in the background, away from her siblings. She smiles and claps before going to exit the ring. It’s just as she gets one leg through the ropes that she finds her wrist caught and her body pulled back into the squared circle. Blaire comes face to face with Karen and the crowd wonders if this situation will erupt in further violence. What it erupts in is a display of affection, Karen pulls Blaire in as she and Melanie welcome her into their hug.

Greyson: What a moment!

Sparkles: The McBrides, all three of them, joined together here tonight to celebrate their combined win over Silas and his forces.

Greyson: A win that has just made Karen the Principle Owner of the IWC.

Frankie: This is worse than the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.

The whole arena is swept up into this emotional moment as Karen, Blaire and Melanie embrace in victory. The three of them then stand side by side with Karen in the center and her arms being raised in victory.

Greyson: You did it Karen, you did it!

Sparkles: Say hello to our new boss.

Frankie: Remind me to put in my two weeks’ notice on Wednesday.

Oh what a reaction the crowd continues to give Karen in recognition of this all important win.

Cameras return to the dressing room of Aiken Frost. There, kneeling on the floor, is where we find Borislav. Spread across the ground at his knees is a pipe wrench, a weapon he was told to brutalize Aiken with. It has yet to be employed for the purposes Cindy Todd gifted it to Borislav to perform. He just continues to sit there on his knees and wait, perhaps for Aiken’s arrival or maybe for an entirely different purpose known only to New Eden’s muscle.

A split screen takes over the television monitor with the right side showing Mika Kozlov doing a pirouette through some shadowy undisclosed location. On the left side we see Marina Valdivia pacing in a well-lit corridor, her body still gleaming with sweat. The music playing in the background resembles that of a heart thumping.

Greyson: Guys, the moment is upon us, Mika Kozlov and Marina Valdivia have went through hell these past few weeks to get here to this, the FINALS of the World Title Number One Contender Tournament.

Sparkles: Either Mika or Marina will walk out of this next match with a shot at the World Championship.

Frankie: How can you guys just go on and pretend that nothing just happened? For God sakes we just witnessed the darkest day in this federation’s history. The greatest boss the IWC has ever known was just screwed out of his ownership.

Greyson: Deal with it Frankie, learn to live with it while we take this moment to look back at what Marina and Mika had to go through in order to reach the finals of the tournament to be contested up next.

Frankie: I’m not going to deal with it, I’m gonna sit here and pout, pout until Silas gets his job back.

Greyson: Have fun with that.

EARLIER TONIGHT

The Semi-Finals of the World Title Number One Contender Tournament match are replayed, starting with the clash seen at the start of tonight’s show when Lexy Chapel and Marina Valdivia went one on one. Their fast paced bout shows off the technical expertise as well as the high flying skill-set that both women possess. After a number of transitions and counters the match ultimately concludes when Lexy is distracted by the presence of her rivals Eve and Siqua at ringside. This results in her being rolled up and pinned by Marina.

LATER THAT NIGHT

Another of the Semi-Finals matches featured Andre Jordan and Mika Kozlov colliding in an eagerly anticipated bout. The two wage quite the war for the right to make it to the finals and perhaps become the next person to challenge for the World Title. After several incredible sequences the match is at last decided when Orlando Cruze, Andre’s rival, shows up at ringside and distracts Andre long enough to fall victim to Mika’s Killing Joke finishing move. As thus Mika scores the pin and scores a birth into the finals.

Greyson: Marina and Mika both endured a hell of a lot to get into the finals here tonight and they’re about to go through even more layers of hell in order to pick up a shot at the World Title.

The tunes of “I Started a Joke” begin to play over the arena loud speakers resulting in a concerned reaction from the audience. The crowd are well justified in their fears given their knowledge of what the woman headed to the ring is capable of. Mika Kozlov steps along to the stage moving a tad more gingerly given her earlier confrontation with Andre Jordan. Yet even still she is able to dance around in a very acrobatic manner. Stood in the shadows behind her is a man who has made his home in the darkness, Aiken Frost. The two walk along towards the ring where the finals of the tournament wait to be decided.

Greyson: As we documented a few moments ago, Mika Kozlov endured a very steep climb to reach the mountain top. She’s had to defeat the likes of Selena Frost, Samantha Raine AND Andre Jordan to get to the finals.

Sparkles: Every one of her opponents have fallen victim to Mika’s ‘Killing Joke’ finishing move, will the same fate befall her adversary Marina Valdivia tonight?

Frankie: You would have to be a fool to think it wouldn’t. Mika is the odds on favorite in this match, she’s a FORMER World Champion for Christ sakes.

Greyson: That’s an indisputable fact. However, Mika’s championship history doesn’t necessarily guarantee her a win here tonight. I mean, Marina Valdivia has pinned numerous World Champions in the past, Mika may just be the next amongst them.

As Mika sits on the top rope and hangs back over the ring her associate Aiken Frost watches with his dead eyes from ringside.

A monitor is set up in a backstage corridor with the images upon it being taken straight from the squared circle. There is a close up shot of Aiken Frost loitering beside the squared circle, and there are two women watching this scene and this man very intently. The camera pulls back from the monitor and brings into view both Cindy Todd and Serenity, the deadly duo known as New Eden. They have their arms crossed and look very displeased that Aiken is still at Mika’s side given the task they entrusted with their thug Borislav earlier this evening.

The crowd is soooo energetic at the sounds of “Glamorous” playing throughout the PA system. The response only gets louder when Marina Valdivia steps out from the back to the tunes of her theme music. A red carpet has been rolled down the ramp and Marina follows it towards the squared circle where Mika anxiously anticipates her arrival. Once at ringside we get a good look at the bruises on Marina’s skin after her earlier skirmish with Lexy Chapel.

Sparkles: Listen to the crowd come alive at the sight of Marina Valdivia. Arguably the biggest up and coming sensation in all of the IWC.

Greyson: Again, this is an indisputable fact. Marina has been just nuclear levels of hot these past few months. Her momentum all started when she pinned THEN World Champion Serenity in a tag team match, and now it’s carried over to her wins against the likes of Ricky Holt, Rachel Tatum Lee, and Lexy Chapel.

Sparkles: Victories that have brought her to the Finals.

Frankie: Victories that have set her up to be a lamb led merrily along to a slaughter, and she will be slaughtered at Mika’s hands.

MIKA KOZLOV VS. MARINA VALDIVIA:
WORLD TITLE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TOURNAMENT FINALS

Two months of tumultuous and torturous tournament matches come down to this, the established Mika Kozlov versus the up and coming Marina Valdivia. Who leaves here tonight as the Number One Contender, a former champion, or a woman eager to taste title gold? The bell rings and at last these two emerge from their respective corners, Mika bobbing her smiling head from one side to the other and Marina looking as straight laced as a Catholic Priest.

Greyson: This is it guys, the most prolific tournament in Riot history ends when these two polar opposite get it on.

The bell chimes and immediately Mika pie faces Marina. The shove causes Marina to stumble back before lashing out at the mouth of her opponent, which presents itself as a target. Mika makes a ‘duck-face’ taunt like she were posing for a selfie, not a punch to the face. The punch misses, Mika avoiding it by bridging back out of its path. She then steps in behind Marina and catches her in a rear waist lock. Before Mika has a chance to perform whatever depraved act her twisted little mind can conjure up, she finds her move countered. Marina performs a standing switch, getting around behind Mika and then twisting so that their back to back. Marina grabs Mika’s arms and pulls, dragging her over into the back slide.

Sparkles: BAAAACKSLIIIIIIDEEE!

Mika rolls back out of the pin and onto her feet. She then steps to the crawling Marina’s side and leaps over her, catching her shoulder and her thigh. Mika tries to pull her opponent over into the Oklahoma Roll only to have Marina counter. She ends up with her back across Mika’s chest and her arm hooking the crease of her adversary’s leg.

A quick thinking Mika transitions from her botched Oklahoma Roll attempt into a crucifix pin. Marina is stacked up on the back of her shoulders, resulting in a….

Marina manages to pop her shoulder up from the ring and fall to her knees. At the same time Mika is racing to her feet and charging at her adversary only to be caught by the creases of the knees. Marina pulls her opponent’s legs out from under her and then flips forward into the jackknife cover.

The pin is avoided as Mika sits up, rolling Marina back and stacking her on top of her shoulders in a variant of the sunset flip pin.

Marina rolls completely over backwards at this point and out of the pin before dashing at her rival. All of her momentum is turned against her when she’s pulled down into the ring and into the small package.

Another kick out results in an even louder reaction from the crowd, but wait, it’s not JUST a kick out we see. Marina gets her shoulders off the canvas and her arms around Mika’s legs. She rolls her opponent over onto her stomach and instantly locks in the Cali Killer.

Greyson: Oh wait! OH WAIT!

Sparkles: Cali Killer applied!!

Frankie: How the hell did that happen?

The very hold that has tormented so many now fittingly tortures the woman who revels in torment. Fortunately for Mika the ropes are very nearby, well within her reach. She extends a hand, grabs the cable and forces the referee to break the submission. Before the referee can even admonish her, Marina breaks the submission, grabs Mika by the ankle and tries to drag her back to the center of the ring in order to get her finishing hold applied in a more fitting location. Mika gets her foot up and kicks Marina in the side of the head once, twice, four times, five times, however many times it takes to finally get her to leg go. Marina stumbles back to the middle of the ring with empty hands, her opponent’s ankle now free. The pace remains red hot, Mika is back on her feet and dashing towards Marina who offers her incoming guest a nice warm reception via a big punch across the jaw.

The stiff shot knocks Mika back, her arms flailing out to her sides. Marina then hits ANOTHER punch and you know what, how about a third? Each jab has Mika staggering back and Marina moving closer and closer to the kill. She goes for a fourth punch but Marina’s knuckles don’t hit Mika’s jaw, they collide with her boot. The kick sends the recipient spinning away from her adversary and stooping over her wounded knuckles. When she turns back to face Mika both of her arms are hooked and before Marina realizes what’s happening she’s being hit with the Dos-vi-Dania. The snap double arm DDT drives Marina’s head right into the canvas and sends her limp body flopping to her back.

Greyson: Dos-vi-Dania!

Sparkles: And it’s over just like that?

Given the fatigue and the beatings both ladies have suffered in their previous matches there’s little doubt that the double arm DDT could pay off in a win for Mika. She hooks the leg of her opponent and leans back into the pin.

Just before the referee’s hand comes down for the three he looks up and spots Marina’s foot hung over the bottom rope.

Greyson: Thank goodness for Marina’s ring positioning.

Sparkles: Being so close to the ropes saved her that time.

Aiken protests from his stance at ringside, insisting the referee continue his count.

Greyson: There we see Aiken Frost trying to get his two cents in.

Frankie: The referee SHOULD listen to Aiken, the man is a genius.

Greyson: What makes you think that?

Frankie: The sheer volume of ass that he gets.

Sparkles: It remains to be seen how big an influence Aiken will have on this match, and what kind of advantage he’ll present to Mika as this bout rolls on.

Greyson: We would normally see Tabitha Silverstone out here with Marina, but due to current circumstances that’s not going to happen.

And roll on it will considering Marina got her foot on the rope. Mika grabs Marina by both the wrist and her ankle, using them both to drag her along to the middle of the ring. Once there Mika drops down and mounts Marina’s chest while pulling up on her head and subjecting it to a series of punches. She then hits a headbutt or two, caving in Marina’s eye socket. A seductive pin is attempted with Mika interlocking her hands with Marina’s and pushing the back of her knuckles against the canvas, thus holding down her shoulders as well.

Marina gets her shoulder up from the canvas but her hands remain in her adversary’s clutches. Mika stands up and has her opponent kneeling before her while bending back her hands, putting a great deal of pressure on Marina’s wrists.

Frankie: Oooold school yo. Mika going back to the day with this hold.

Marina starts to get up and out of the hold only to have Mika swing a knee right into her chin. The shot knocks Marina onto her back with Mika laughing as she runs up to her side. She grabs Marina’s hand, extends it out over the canvas then jumps into a stomp right across her fingers. A scream emanates from Marina, who pulls her hand back to her stomach while rolling across the ring. Mika runs to her side, grabs Marina’s arm, extends it out to her side and then steps over her bicep, straddling it. She then grabs Marina’s fingers and begins to pull them back towards her body until they threaten to snap. Marina is crying out in pain yet still refusing to cry out the words ‘I Quit.’ Instead it’s after her blood curdling scream that we hear something else, bones potentially breaking. Marina manages to fall to her side away from Mika, who by virtue of TRYING to hold into her opponent’s fingers ends up tripping backwards over Marina and hitting the turnbuckle. Mika falls onto her seat but far worse than that is the impact of the back of her head with the bottom turnbuckle pad.

Frankie: Hey now! That was uncalled for Marina.

Greyson: Marina getting just as brutal as her opponent.

Sparkles: Pfft, nobody could ever be as brutal as Mika Kozlov. Not even the bastard love child of Sadam Hussein and Jason Voorhees.

A dazed Mika sits up against the corner reaching for the back of her neck, but leaving her front side unprotected. Marina runs at the turnbuckle her adversary is seated against, steps up and holds the top rope while swinging her feet down and into Mika’s chest.

Greyson: Nice slingshot dropkick by Marina.

After hitting the dropkick Valdivia rolls back away from Mika, who has taken a roll of her own to the outside of the ring. Mika drops to her seat with her back ending up pressed to the steel steps, which hold her up, at least long enough for what her opponent has in mind. Marina drops to ringside, runs across the mats then leaps towards the steps Mika is propped against. She grabs the stairs and holds onto them while swinging her legs down and into Mika’s chest. The former New Eden member finds herself squished between Marina’s boots and the stairs, resulting in a loud, piercing cry from the audience.

Greyson: And now one to the outside of the ring.

Sparkles: It’s amazing to see these two ladies do things like this considering everything they’ve both endured throughout the night.

Greyson: They’ve both had a long time to recover from their previous matches this evening, but it still might not have been enough time for them to get over the injuries they suffered in the courses of those bouts.

Mika rolls away from the stairs unaware that they are yet again going to be used against her. Somehow she gets to her feet and turns just as Marina runs along the mats, steps off the stairs and launches herself into a big flying forearm smash. Amazingly Mika possesses the wherewithal to drop out of the way, Marina flying over her as a result and then tucking into a forward roll just before she makes contact with the ringside mats. Mika instinctively crawls away from her adversary and ends up sitting in the very spot where this whole sequence began, with her back propped against the steel steps.

Marina just HAS to take advantage of the opening she sees here. She runs straight at Mika, grabs the stairs that Kozlov is propped against, launches her legs up into the air and then swings them down towards Kozlov’s face….Scratch that, Mika catches Marina’s legs on top of her shoulder. Mika leaps to her feet, grabs the legs that were about to dropkick her and then falls back, flapjacking Marina’s face right into the stairs. Marina’s head ricochets off the steel, resulting in her body rolling back several feet before finally coming to a rest as an unconscious heap.

Frankie: Very-very nice counter by Mika. Come on guys, give her her dues.

Sparkles: Sparkles will commend Mika for being a great athlete, but not a very good human being. And Sparkles knows something about being a human being.

Mika isn’t through using the steps just yet. After rolling into the ring then back out to break the official’s ten count Mika grabs Marina by the hand and pulls it in order to drag her along towards the stairs. Mika puts Marina’s fingers between the stairs and the steel turnbuckle post. She then delivers a running dropkick right on the stairs, crushing Marina’s hand in the most brutal fashion imaginable. A cry as loud as any Marina has ever let out comes from her lungs as she doubles over her potentially broken hand.

Greyson: Oh damn that was gruesome.

Frankie: Can we see it again? PLEASE give us a replay.

Greyson: Please don’t!

On instinct and instinct alone Marina rolls into the ring holding her badly damaged hand, feeling the potentially broken bones in her fingers. Mika steps in from behind, grabs Marina’s hand and bends it back. As a result Marina falls to the canvas across her back with her arm bent over and her fingers pressed against the ring. Mika now leaps into the air and stomps down at the tip of Marina’s elbow, causing her own arm to compress her fingers against the canvas. Again Marina lets out loud howls of pain as she rolls along into the turnbuckle and sits herself against it. Mika makes use of her adversary’s positioning, rolling under the ropes, reaching back into the ring from the apron, grabbing Marina’s hand then folding her fingers back over the middle cable. Marina’s hand is bent at such an awkward and brutal angle while her heels kick at the canvas in an attempt to block the pain surging down her arm.

Mika lets go of the hand only so she can reach under the ropes and grab it again, this time placing it over the apron. An exhausted Marina has no idea that Mika is leaping off the middle rope and hitting a double stomp onto her hand as it was placed across the apron. Pain doesn’t even begin to describe what Marina is in at the moment as she rolls towards the center of the ring and curls over her hand, which is just one area of her anatomy that is wrought in agony. Mika runs up beside her opponent, looking to take advantage of Marina’s preoccupation with her injury in order to pull her over into the Oklahoma Roll.

Although she was surprised by the roll up Marina still manages to get her shoulder off the canvas in time to avoid the pinfall.

Greyson: Mika ALMOST got her that time.

Frankie: We were half a second away from crowning a new number one contender for the World Title.

An exhausted Mika steps over Marina’s back, grabs her arm, extends it out to her side and then grabs her fingers, once again bending them at an angle that no piece of the human anatomy should be bent. Marina is trying her absolute best to resist that little voice in the back of her head that repeats ‘submit you crazy bitch.’ Marina doesn’t give in, she backs up. She slides right through Mika’s legs, frees her hand and then leaps into the air, going for a reverse hurricarana on Kozlov. But Mika has that move scouted, bending down and causing Marina to fly over top of her head instead of landing on her shoulders. Marina falls to her feet and now Mika is right behind her and instantly grabbing her by the arm. Mika applies what looks like a fujiwara…LOOKS LIKE. In actuality Mika is going right after the hand again. She grabs Marina’s fingers and bends them back once again while also keeping the arm bar applied.

Greyson: Dammit! Mika is not going to stop until she’s broken Marina’s fingers.

Frankie: I think their already broken. All Mika wants to do now is rip them off.

Sparkles: Sparkles will keep them in a pickle jar.

Mika tries her best to snap Marina’s fingers like they were turkey wishbones. The only thing that snaps though may be her spine. Marina turns her body just enough to get one arm wrapped around Mika’s waist then falls back into the German suplex. Even though Mika is still holding onto the arm, and still clutching Marina’s fingers, she is STILL hit with the suplex, coming down right on the back of her head.

Sparkles: Unique counter to that submission.

After bouncing off the ring Mika rolls over backwards to her knees where she’s immediately taken by the neck. Marina drags her up to her feet and points at the turnbuckle. The crowd gets excited, realizing that Marina is going for the tornado DDT. She runs straight at the corner, steps up it and then pushes off, swinging around with her rival’s head in her clutches. The tornado DDT is about to connect, or at least it would have if Mika were taken off of her feet. She isn’t. Mika not only stays upright but has Marina suspended in mid-air from her neck via the front chancery. Mika then counters and counters shockingly so into a dead lift orange crush. The moment Marina comes down to the canvas between Mika’s legs, those very legs latch onto Marina’s shoulder and her fingers fall into Kozlov’s clutches. She applies a grapevine armbar submission while twisting and twisting brutally so at the fingers of her adversary.

Frankie: That was beautiful.

Greyson: Mika going right back into the submission on Marina’s hand!

Sparkles: After an absolutely deadly rendition of the Orange Crush.

Marina is fighting against this hold with every fiber of being left in her depleted body. She crawls across her side and drags Mika’s weight along with her in the process before reaching out to grab the nearest set of ropes. When they appear too far out of her reach Marina makes a hasty decision that actually pays off. She rolls her entire body over backwards and in the process drags Mika over to her stomach in the process. Mika is forced to break the grapevine and the grip she had on Marina’s fingers, resulting in her own body falling victim to a submission. The abnormally aggressive Marina grabs Mika’s legs, wraps them around her own and then begins to bridge back, looking to apply the Cali Killer once again.

Greyson: Can Marina be the first person to make Mika Kozlov tap out!?!

Sparkles: If she gets the Cali Killer locked in we very well could see the unthinkable become reality.

Greyson: And Marina very well could become the number one contender for the World Title.

To a triumphant roar from the crowd Marina bridges back and into the chin lock. Her bridging STF is applied and if it weren’t for her previously injured fingers she might just earn a submission victory. Instead Marina’s hand is grabbed and Mika bends back her fingers until they almost snap off at the knuckles. The Cali Killer is broken with Marina falling to her seat at Mika’s side. Kozlov stands up behind Marina and continues to bend her fingers back at a gruesome angle. But just then Marina rolls over backwards, extends her legs, wraps them around Mika’s hips then pushes herself up from the canvas into a wheel barrow. In mid-air though Marina twists around, latches onto Mika’s head and swings her around out of the wheel barrow into a tornado DDT.

Frankie: OH WHAT THE FUCK!?!

Sparkles: That was insane!

Greyson: Marina went for that tornado DDT earlier but missed her opportunity, that time she didn’t.

Obviously this night has taken its toll on both ladies, hence why they are laying side by side on the canvas with neither barely budging an inch. Finally they start to get up simultaneously with Marina’s punch connecting first across Mika’s jaw. Mika’s counter is to whip around and slap her heel across the back of Marina’s skull. The impact sends Marina spiraling around and back towards Mika, who is running in with a clothesline only to be caught with a boot to the ribs. Mika doubles over, finds her head caught in a front chancery and now finds her body being pulled towards the corner. Marina steps up the turnbuckle and then pushes herself off the top rope into the tornado DDT that WOULD connect if she managed to get Mika off of her feet. Once again Mika plants her boots to the canvas and REFUSES to be taken over. She leaves Marina dangling above the canvas from Mika’s neck, that is trapped in the front chancery. We see Mika’s immense strength as she lifts Marina up into a second Orange Crush, though this time in mid-air her opponent swings her body around, lands on top of Mika’s shoulder then drops back into the inverted hurricarana. The top of Mika’s head is almost driven right through the canvas.

Frankie: JESUS CHRIST!!

Greyson: Another spectacular sequence culminating this time in the inverted hurricarana driver.

Sparkles: We’re going to crown a tournament winner.

Marina might be in agony but she is still crawling along towards an unconscious Mika, her sweaty arm falling over a sweaty chest.

Aiken has almost entered the ring to break up the pin before seeing that Mika has kicked out and saved him the trouble.

Greyson: Marina just a second and I mean a SECOND removed from leaving here tonight as the number one contender to the World Title.

Sparkles: If she hits another transition like the one we just witnessed the win WILL be hers.

Instead of interfering in this match physically Aiken is interfering psychologically. He sticks his head under the ropes and starts to whisper something to Mika only to have his face nearly crushed when Marina tries to stomp down at it. Aiken steps back and warns Marina, though she’s not paying one bit of attention to him. Instead, much to the delight of the masses, Marina is fixated on the top rope that she is climbing towards.

Greyson: The California Splash! We’re gonna see it guys.

Every muscle in Marina’s body weights a hundred pounds and in spite of this she still manages to reach the top rope. She stares down at Mika, who seems primed to suffer the 450. To a standing ovation Marina leaps from the top rope and dives down into the 450 that connects….no it doesn’t…..it’s countered when Mika scoots back out of the way, and lifts her legs into the air, wrapping them around Marina’s arm the second she lands on the canvas. Mika then rolls to her side and flips Marina over onto her back, trapping her shoulder in a grapevine with Mika’s legs while wrapping an arm around Marina’s wrist and bending her fingers back at the most disgusting angle imaginable.

Greyson: OH WOW! OH WOW! BACK INTO THE SUBMISSION!

Sparkles: Marina’s gonna tap! She’s gonna have to tap!!

Frankie: We saw Mika do that earlier to Andre Jordan, lure them into the top rope dive only to trap them in a submission.

Marina finds herself locked in an arm grapevine with her wrist caught and her fingers bending back in Mika’s hand. Mika is really-really-really applying the pressure this time, determined to earn a tap out or just straight up break Marina’s fingers. Marina isn’t about to let either option come true, she digs her free hand into the canvas then uses it to pull herself closer and closer and closer to the ropes. She has drag all of Mika’s weight along with her though, which proves particularly challenging given the extreme physicality that both ladies have endured here tonight.

Greyson: Just a little closer Marina. You’re almost there.

Sparkles: She’s within a finger tip of the ropes.

Greyson: She’s fighting for all her worth to get there.

With sweat streaming down into Mariana’s eyes she closes them and dreams of an end to the anguish she is in. Though there is only one way out of this hold and that’s her grip on the bottom cable. The fans breathe a sigh of relief as Marina latches onto the rope and the referee now forces Mika to break her submission. He starts a five count that eventually forces Mika to break the hold or risk disqualification. She lets Marina go and her opponent instantly takes advantage of this opportunity. With her discolored fingers cradled against her stomach Marina rolls under the ropes and onto the apron. She slowly starts to get up totally unaware that Mika is standing in wait behind her. A demonic giggle emanates from Kozlov the second she grabs Marina by the hair, bends her back and traps her head in position for the Killing Joke…a Killing Joke ON THE APRON.

Greyson: No….NO WAY.

Frankie: She’s gonna hit the Killing Joke on the apron!

Sparkles: This is a career ender right here.

Mika prepares to spiral Marina around into the Killing Joke from the apron and to the outside of the ring, which would surely break her opponent’s neck. Just before the move connects and permanently ends Marina, she manages to avoid such grim finality. She twists around out of the Killing Joke position, puts her hands to Mika’s back and shoves her along towards the exposed turnbuckle post. Mika stops herself just shy of connecting with the steel, then turns away from it, spinning on the apron just in time to spot her adversary dashing in. Marina is going to drive Mika down with a spear off the apron only to have Mika duck down and catch her opponent coming in. She stands up with Marina hanging over her back before delivering the Kryptonite Krunch on the APRON!

Frankie: OH MY GOD! OOOH MY GOD!

Sparkles: It’s broken!

Greyson: What’s broken?

Sparkles: Everything.

Frankie: A friggin Kryptonie Krunch on the God damned ring apron.

Marina’s unconscious body rolls into the ring on sheer muscle memory alone. All the while an exhausted Mika is crawling into the cover. For the first time in a long while we can see pain actually etched in the lines of her face. Mika casts an arm out and across Marina’s chest while the referee slaps the canvas.

A new number one contender is NOT crowned, because Marina has gotten her shoulder up. Aiken looks unamused at ringside, but everyone else in the building are celebrating.

Greyson: These two athletes….what can we say about these two athletes?

Sparkles: What they’ve both managed to pull off tonight is a performance neither of them will ever forget.

Frankie: None of us will ever forget this.

Mika gets to her knees sweating so profusely that the clown paint on her face has been largely melted away. Although she’s past the point of exhaustion she still manages to grab Marina’s arm, fold it over backwards into the top wrist lock and then grab the fingers, trying to bend them. Somehow Marina is fighting against this though, twisting from one side to the other in a desperate attempt to spare herself the agony about to be inflicted on her. Marina suddenly rolls back out of the top wrist lock and onto her feet before stumbling towards Mika, who suddenly stands up and catches the crease of her adversary’s knees. Before Marina knows what’s happening she’s being flipped down to the ring into a brutal Alabama Slam. The whole ring shakes due to the impact of Marina’s body with it while Mika falls to her knees and then crawls with her shoulders embedding into the creases of her adversary’s legs. Mika has Marina folded up into the pin.

Another loud and sustained ovation can be heard from the crowd at the sight of Marina kicking out. Her absolutely depleted body then goes rolling under the ropes and to the apron where she can do nothing but lay there and sweat. Mika doesn’t have much left, but what she does have in the tank is channeled into crawling out of the ring and to the apron behind her opponent. She blasts Marina over the lower back causing her target to screech. Mika now begins to force Marina up onto her feet only to suddenly receive a back elbow right across the cheek. The impact sends Mika twisting down from the apron and to the arena floor. She lands on her feet across the ringside mats and then looks back up at the apron that Marina is leaping off of. Marina dives into a clothesline that misses on account of Mika stepping out of the way.

Mika swings around behind Marina and catches her around the hips the second she lands. It seems that Mika is going to deliver some type of German suplex on the outside mats but Marina counters the only way she knows how. She lifts her feet, puts them against the ringside barricade and pushes back. As a result her body pushes against Mika’s chest and forces her to stagger backwards into the ring apron. The rear waist lock is broken, freeing Marina, who now spins around, catches Mika around the head and leaps at the apron. She steps off of it going for the tornado DDT into the ringside mats but Mika counters by putting her hands to Marina’s ribs and pushing her off. Marina flies back and lands on her seat across the apron while her opponent turns her back to her.

That is one mistake Mika will regret for a lifetime. Suddenly Marina sticks her legs out and wraps them around Mika’s head. Marina pushes herself off the apron and then drops back, flipping Mika over into an inverted hurricarana driver that plants the top of her opponent’s head right into the arena floor.

Frankie: NOT AGAIN!

Greyson: An inverted hurricarana onto the damned mats!

Sparkles; How much more can these two throw at each other?

They may have just reached their threshold. Kozlov rolls into the ring, not of her own power, she’s tossed in under the ropes. Marina drags herself into the squared circle and over Mika’s chest.

The fans are just about to celebrate Marina’s emotional victory only to cry out in shock when Mika kicks out.

Greyson: Wow. That’s all I can say.

Sparkles: What more do these two have left?

Marina went for it earlier but now is the perfect time to deliver a California Splash that will be etched in the minds of the fans forever. She drags her brutalized body up the turnbuckle and to the top rope where she almost loses her balance. Somehow she gets her footing and then leaps into the air, hitting the California Splash on her unconscious opponent.

Greyson: Marina hit it! She FINALLY hit it!

The California Splash has been delivered and has left Mika and Marina motionless, unfortunately for Mika though, she’s motionless under the body of Marina.

The referee’s hand is just swinging down to the canvas to make it all official before a set of hands reach under the ropes and latch onto his ankle. The crowd remorselessly tears Aiken Frost apart as he drags the referee out of the ring and sends him falling face first into the floor.

Greyson: Oh fuck you! FUCK YOU AIKEN FROST!

Sparkles; He just ruined Marina’s opportunity!

Frankie: Run for President, Aiken, I’ll vote for you in a heartbeat.

The official’s head bounces off the ground and has rendered him braindead. This gives Aiken a free pass to run amok. He slides into the ring, approaches Marina and takes her by the hair. He slowly begins to drag her defenseless body up and into his clutches before he spots something from the corner of his eye….Serenity and Cindy Todd.

Greyson: Here comes New Eden.

Sparkles: They’re here for Aiken Frost.

Greyson: The man who stole Mika Kozlov from their group.

Serenity is leaping into the ring while Cindy is slowly making her way up the ring steps with her interlocked hands placed to the small of her back. Aiken realizes this is a rather fruitless endeavor, rolling from the squared circle to avoid a confrontation he does not have an interest in partaking in, at least not just yet. Cindy and Serenity stand empty handed in the ring, watching as Aiken makes his way around to the base of the ramp. Since they can’t get Aiken it appears that New Eden will have to make due with Marina. Serenity latches onto her sweaty hair and drags Marina up to her feet before pulling her into a fireman’s carry, going for the F5.

Greyson: Dammit no, no dammit!

Sparkles: Serenity couldn’t get her hands on Aiken so she’s going after the next best thing.

Greyson: She and Marina have a very long and violent history, but dammit now is not the time to cut deeper into that wound.

A smile cuts across Serenity’s face as she prepares to whip her rival around and dump her square on the top of her head.

Serenity: Anyone else, Marina, anyone else.

A DDT connects, just not the DDT that Serenity was going for. Instead Marina counters the F5 into a DDT of her own, slamming Serenity’s skull painfully into the canvas. Cindy stands back observing this with a disappointed expression on her face. She is about to put an end to Marina once and at long last before she’s caught from behind, swung around and finds herself going eye to eye with Aiken Frost.

Greyson: Oh my….

Frankie: This is what we’ve been waiting for, Aiken Frost versus Cindy Todd.

It looks like the only way to combat evil is with evil. At long last Cindy and Aiken trade blows and do so to a very excited response from the crowd. Aiken’s quick rights and lefts seem to be getting the better of Cindy, driving her back into the ropes. That is until she retaliates with a blow of her own, a straight uppercut that lands right across Aiken’s throat. The blow has Frost reeling back and falling to his knees as he struggles for oxygen. In Cindy’s mind Aiken hasn’t suffered nearly enough. Hence why she’s approaching with her hands nearing his already injured throat. That’s when Marina, still empowered by her hatred for New Eden grabs Cindy by the shoulder, twisting her around into a punch that lands across her chin.

Greyson: Marina picking up where she left off with Cindy earlier tonight.

Sparkles: She hasn’t forgotten that Cindy tried to suffocate her with that plastic bag.

As it seems that Marina is closing in on retaliation she finds one of her punches stayed in mid-swing. Serenity catches Marina’s arm from behind then gives it a forceful tug, dragging her around and into the fireman’s carry. Before Marina can react she’s being spun out and dumped straight on top of her head with the F5.

Greyson: SHIIIIIITTT!

Sparkles: Serenity with a friggin F5 unleashed on her nemesis Marina!

Frankie: Marina screwed with one crazy bitch too many.

Instead of continuing to go after Marina both members of New Eden instead focus their assault on Aiken, who kneels on the canvas gasping for air after the shot he took to the throat. As Cindy and Serenity close in on Aiken a figure comes sliding into the ring, one who will provide some crucial aid to New Eden and their murderous intentions. Borislav is now in the ring and in possession of the pipe wrench.

Greyson: As if things couldn’t possibly get any worse for Aiken Frost.

Frankie: He’s basically being served one giant shit sandwich right now. A FOOTLONG shit sandwich.

Sparkles: That’s Borislav entering the ring now, New Eden’s enforcer.

Sadly, nay pathetically, Aiken has no idea the cruel fate on the cusp of befalling him. Cindy and Serenity observe Borislav nearing the man they assigned him to destroy earlier tonight. Borislav steps over his former master with the pipe wrench in hand and seems to truly enjoy himself as he swings the weapon. The pipe wrench connects directly with the ribcage…..the ribcage of Cindy Todd.

Frankie: WWWWHHATT!!??!!

The blow from the pipe wrench has Cindy doubled over, clasping at her ribs. Another shot from Borislav’s weapon nails Cindy right across the upper back, dropping her to the ring. The sight of her Queen going down to the canvas has Serenity going nuclear. She runs at Borislav only to have the big Russian leap into a standing side kick that nails her right under the jaw. Serenity spirals away from Borislav and right into the hands of a recovered Aiken Frost. He grabs the back of Serenity’s head, runs her towards the ropes and throws her over to the outside of the squared circle.

Greyson: Borislav has made a SHOCKING decision here tonight.

Frankie: No, he just made a HUGE mistake.

Sparkles: After weeks of abuse Borislav has turned against Cindy and Serenity.

Frankie: Then who is he aligned with now?

The answer becomes all the more obvious given Borislav’s next maneuver. The moment that Marina has struggled to her feet she stumbles absent mindedly right into a big jumping side kick to the face unleashed by Borislav. The burly Russian then grabs Marina’s opponent Mika and drags her over on top of Marina before evacuating the ring. Aiken has snatched up the referee from ringside and is rolling him into the squared circle so he can count the three.

Greyson: I think that about clears it up. Borislav has joined Aiken and Mika once again.

The referee begins to awaken from his stupor before spotting Mika’s lateral press over Marina. He makes the count to the dejected cries of everyone watching around the world.

At last a number one contender is ALMOST crowned, Marina pops her arm up from the ring just a half second before the three could be counted.

Frankie: UN-FRIGGIN-REAL!

Mika and Marina are equally as depleted and exhausted after everything they’ve hit each other with throughout the night. Yet Mika is starting to stand up with a handful of Marina’s hair in her hands. She drags Marina up and into position for the Killing Joke. It seems she’s about to deliver her version of the Sister Abigail, beginning to swing around only to have Marina suddenly throw her legs out across Mika’s back, hooking them around her shoulder. Marina drops down into a crucifix roll up on her stunned adversary.

Greyson: Marina stole it!

The referee’s hand does indeed come down to confirm this, however Mika’s shoulder goes up from the ring to deny it.

Greyson: That was soooooo close!

Mika rolls back off the canvas and onto her feet before falling against a turnbuckle for support. Though she’s more beat up than she’s ever been Marina comes running towards her adversary just as Mika comes leaping off the middle rope. The top of Marina’s head is hit with a double axehandle that drops both athletes to the ring. A sweaty and exhausted Mika looks back over her shoulder at the turnbuckle while approaching her adversary’s legs. She takes Marina under the creases of her knees, going to catapult her face into the corner. Mika drops back and launches Marina into the corner only instead of her skull slamming into the turnbuckle, her feet land on the middle strand. A surprisingly fast Marina twists around towards Mika and lunges at her with a double axehandle all her own. But Mika drops out of the way, causing Marina to fly over and then tuck down into a forward roll after missing the axehandle smash. Marina goes on rolling, ending up in the opposite corner of the ring, leaning against it for support. Mika is about to make that corner inconsequential, lunging the length of the ring for her adversary. She goes for a spear to Marina’s ribs only to have her head caught, caught in her opponent’s clutches. Marna then leaps to the middle rope and prepares to dive off into the tornado DDT.

It seems Marina is going to crush her rival’s head only to have Mika swat aside the arms that were clutching her head. She then nails a vicious uppercut across Marina’s chin, threatening to knock her back from the corner. All the while Mika is climbing it, getting to the top rope right in front of her adversary then producing a weak smile as she grabs her opponent around the neck, bending it back. Marina is forced up to her feet and is about to be forced into the Killing Joke off the top rope.

Greyson: NO WAY!

Frankie: A SUPER Killing Joke? AWESOME!

Sparkles: This is going to be disgusting.

Frankie: Not to mention debilitating.

Mika is just about to hit the move that would ultimately conclude not only Marina’s title ambitions but perhaps even her life. In an act that will prolong Marina’s life expectancy she drops down off the top rope and through Mika’s legs, landing beneath her with shoulders wedged to the back of her opponent’s thighs. Mika’s laughing stops when she’s dragged away from the corner, carried the length of the ring and hit with an absolutely brutal running sit-out powerbomb. Marina may have very little strength left in her body but is still able to lean forward with her shoulders pressed to the creases of Mika’s legs.

Greyson: Will the running powerbomb do it? Will it be enough to crown Marina the Number One Contender?

Apparently not. Mika kicks out a split second before she could be defeated.

Greyson: Once again Marina Valdivia just one second removed from winning what has been the most competitive tournament I can ever remember.

Every ounce of Marina’s body is killing her as she crawls along towards the corner and then scales, scales, scales for all she’s worth to the very top. Once on the top cable Marina gets her balance, says a little prayer and winks at the supportive audience before flipping into the California Splash.

Sparkles: YEEEESSSS!

Marina flies right into Mika, but not via the splash, instead she lands right in Mika’s arms. Kozlov leaps to her feet, catches Marina on the way down, causes her to land on her feet then bridges her back into position for the Killing Joke. Jaws hit the floor as Marina’s jaw hits the canvas.

Frankie: OOOOH WHAT A COUNTER!

Greyson: That was the Killing Joke!

Sparkles: The move that Mika has finished off every opponent with in this tournament.

The referee makes the count to the distress of thousands.

All those in attendance watch as Mika advances in the tournament….or at least she would have if Marina hadn’t just gotten a shoulder up.

Greyson: NO! NO….WAY!!

Sparkles: Did that happen? Did-did-did-did THAT happen?

Mika’s eyes are so wide right now, expressing legitimate shock that someone kicked out of her Killing Joke, the move that has earned her victories in every single previous tournament match.

Frankie: I don’t think I’ve ever seen Mika as shocked as she is right now.

Greyson: Marina kicked out of her Killing Joke. To date, there has only ever been one other person who’s done that.

Sparkles: Just think of all the greats that Mika has finished off with that Killing Joke.

Greyson: But Marina, this woman with the heart of a lion, just dug down deeper than she has ever dug before to get her shoulder up.

The joy and the surge of emotion the crowd is feeling is short lived when Mika grabs Marina by the neck, bridges her back to her feet and then swings her around into the Killing Joke for a SECOND time.

Greyson: Another Killing Joke!

Sparkles: Can Marina do it again?

The answer to that question is three seconds away from being discovered.

After all of the punishment and brutality Marina’s body has endured not only here tonight but in recent weeks she just did not have enough left to get her shoulder up.

Frankie: It’s over, good lord almighty it is OVER!

Greyson: Marina kicked out of the Killing Joke once, but it just wasn’t going to happen twice. Not after everything these two put each other through tonight.

A wounded Mika gets to her feet and TRIES to celebrate, but she loses her balance, going right back down to her knees. Even the act of laughter hurts Mika. Some support is given to Mika by Aiken, who steps in to the side of his bruised and brutalized lady, aiding her onto her feet and clutching her arm. Mika nearly falls away from Aiken when turning to look back at Marina, who is actually TRYING to move. Borislav slides into the ring at this point and steps to the opposite side of Mika, holding her arm aloft as well. Meanwhile at ringside Serenity and Cindy are kneeling on the mats looking none too pleased about how this all panned out.

Greyson: The tournament is over guys, Mika Kozlov is our NEW Number One Contender.

Sparkles: But man, she REALLY had to earn it, didn’t she?

Greyson: Marina came here tonight and gave Mika the match of a lifetime.

Martin: I think we’ve been more than patient.

Expresses Martin Howe III as he and the brute Miss Jon make their way down a hallway that presumably ends at the entrance tunnel.

Martin: We’ve given them time to consider our offer, well their time is UP.

No words are spoken by Miss Jon, her response is given in demented cackles of laughter and via the occasional growl.

Greyson: Earlier tonight Miss Jon and her agent Martin Howe III demanded that she be added to this evening’s main event to make it a triple threat with BOTH the World and the Evolution Titles on the line.

Sparkles: Now they’re headed for the ring to get an answer to their demands.

Greyson: With the regime change, who knows, maybe Karen McBride will be agreeable to these terms.

Frankie: Do you really need to remind us that Karen McBride is once again the Principle Own…..AAAAHHHH.

The second that Miss Jon and Martin Howe pass by one of several doors lining the walls of the hall, it pops open and a figure familiar to the pair makes her exit. Samantha Raine dashes in behind Miss Jon and jumps right on her back, immediately locking her in a sleeper hold.

Raine: You forget about me you big bitch!?!

Howe is awe struck as he watches his client spiral around with Raine hanging off of her back.

Greyson: That’s Raine! That’s Samantha Raine!

Sparkles: And she’s all over Miss Jon!

Frankie: These two going at it again?

Greyson: Raine’s been waiting a long time for this opportunity, the chance to get her hands on Miss Jon.

Sparkles: And vice-versa.

Miss Jon tries to shirk Raine from her shoulders but Samantha is dug in as deep as a tick. The two just go on twisting along down the hallway with Martin shouting in the background.

A rather somber Devon Kayl is shown sitting on a crate backstage with his elbow in one palm and his other hand raised to his eyes, rubbing at them. Although he’s scheduled to compete here in a few moments he’s still adorned in his casual apparel, a pair of black slacks and a long sleeve white button up shirt.

Greyson: By the look on Devon Kayl’s face I can safely assume that he got some tragic news from our Head Trainer earlier this evening.

Sparkles: It’s looking more and more likely that he will not be medically cleared to wrestle Ricky Holt tonight.

Frankie: Not after the injuries that were inflicted on him several weeks ago at the hands of Mordecai.

Greyson: It’s a shame because we know Holt and Kayl are DYING to get their hands on one another after everything that’s went down between them in recent months.

Sparkles: These injuries kept Holt and Kayl from colliding two weeks ago on Riot, and it looks like it’s going to keep them apart here tonight.

Greyson: I know the fans were really looking forward to seeing these two go at it.

The show goes from a sullen moment to one of utter elation. Karen McBride is at her emotional zenith at the moment as she stands in the interview area along with her sisters Melanie and Blaire. All three of them are being showered in confetti and in the champagne that is gushing from the bottles in their hands. Melanie can’t help herself, she pours some of the sweet nectar over top of Karen’s head, saturating her in it. Several IWC employees and competitors stand on the fringes of this celebration, clapping their hands and showing their respect to the NEW Principle Owner.

Melanie: You did it Sis!

Melanie kisses Karen on the cheek.

Karen: No….WE did it.

Karen points between herself and Melanie, while Blaire stays in the background and stays silent.

Karen: Like I said.

Suddenly Karen reaches back and takes Blaire by the wrist, pulling her in.

Karen: WE….did it.

All three sisters hug in commemoration of this monumental victory.

Taylor: Yaaaaaay!

All the good will amongst women ends when some uninvited guests crash the party. Monarchy members Taylor Chase, Orlando Cruze, Trinity Street and Lucas Knight join the celebration.

Taylor: Congratulations ole buddy ole pal.

Tay slaps Karen on the shoulder, slaps her perhaps a little TOO forcefully.

Orlando: What a relief it is knowing that Silas Mason no longer helms the Riot brand. Meaning that things can finally start to change around here.

Trinity: And things WILL change.

Lucas: Right, Karen?

McBride knows exactly where this is going and it’s taken a route she would have used GPS to avoid.

Taylor: You’re in a position to fix so many of Silas’ mistakes, like banishing me, the body that puts asses in those seats, from World Title contention.

Lucas: We expect that ruling to be overturned right here and right now.

Orlando steps in behind his wife, supportively rubbing her shoulders.

Orlando: You want your first night as Principle Owner to be one that people are talking about decades from now? Then lift the injunction against Taylor and allow her to challenge Katelyn Buehler for the World Title TONIGHT.

Karen seems to be taking this offer into consideration, first looking between her sisters Blaire and Melanie before giving her answer.

Karen: I have a counter proposal. How about the four of you leave this arena right now before I have you THROWN OUT.

Taylor: Excuse me? You would actually let your oafish security guards put their damn dirty hands on THIS body?

Karen: I’ll have them put their foot in your ass if that’s what it takes to kick you out the door. After everything Monarchy has done here tonight, I’m vowing that if any of you interfere in the main event, then you just won’t be barred from title contention, you’ll be barred from showing your face on IWC programming PERIOD.

Orlando: That’s ridiculous….

Karen: Any member of Monarchy on the IWC roster interferes, and I’m vowing that all of you will pay the price.

This isn’t a conversation Karen is interested in continuing. She along with Blaire and Melanie walk away leaving Monarchy a bunch of very unhappy campers. Campers so upset that they are about to create a forest fire.

Just as the world reels from Karen McBride’s decree their given a whole new reason to open a floodgate of emotion. Every fan looks towards the stage where the curtains are opening and Miss Jon is stepping through them, no….staggering through them. She reels back from the punches that are landing across her jaw, all of the shots being delivered by Samantha Raine.

Greyson: Karen McBride laying down the law to Monarchy and now we’re seeing Samantha Raine laying into Miss Jon with these punches.

Sparkles: They couldn’t keep their fight in the back apparently.

Frankie: Meaning we’re all FORCED to see Miss Jon again.

Greyson: She was headed for the ring to get an answer to her challenge regarding tonight’s main event, but instead she ran afoul of her rival Samantha Raine.

The last person to step out from the back is Martin Howe III, agent to the huge Miss Jon, who is in no position to help his client. Miss Jon has to help herself but is in no position to do so given the swift and powerful strikes being unloaded across her brow. Raine actually has Miss Jon teetering on the brink of losing her footing. One more left might just do it, however her wrist is caught, Miss Jon grabbing Raine’s hand and squeezing it until the bones threaten to snap. Miss Jon then unleashes such a vicious uppercut that it levels Raine from her feet, knocking her to the steel grating of the ramp-way. The snarling beast pulls Raine up from the ground, hooks her under the armpit and then throws her HIGH into the air. The hip toss sends Raine crashing down from a tremendous height and into the ringside mats.

Greyson: Miss Jon finally getting her hands on Raine.

Sparkles: And she’s trying to break that beautiful face.

Frankie: That’s how this all started. Raine epitomizes beauty and Miss Jon is determined to be the destroyer of it.

Miss Jon approaches the agonizing Raine, who is arching her back from the ground. Jon grabs her by the bangs, leads her to her feet and nails a devastating punch across her brow. The impact sends Raine twisting towards the ring then rolling in under the ropes. Miss Jon starts to go after her but finds her path to the ring not so easily traversed. Suddenly Raine goes diving through the cables and smashes right into Miss Jon with the headbutt. The blow knocks Jon back up the ramp and almost off of her feet. Raine quickly gets back to her feet and slides into the ring before scaling to the top of a turnbuckle. The crowd unleashes a huge response as Raine flings herself off the corner and to the outside of the ring, crashing into Miss Jon with a lariat. The impact knocks Jon back towards the barricade, falling against it and utilizing it to hold herself up.

Raine sees that Jon is still standing and can’t believe it, though she’s in a position to do something about it. Raine runs across the mats, leaves her feet and hits a dropkick on Miss Jon’s jaw. The strike almost knocks Jon over the barricade yet she still doesn’t buckle.

So Raine backs across the mats then goes dashing into a running yakuza kick. The boot threatens to crush Miss Jon’s jaw only to be caught right before it makes impact. Jon throws Raine’s foot aside, sending her spinning into a full circle. Once she turns back to Miss Jon, Raine finds herself heaved into a gorilla press. Before Raine has a chance to react Miss Jon is stepping up the ramp and throwing her down onto the steel. Raine crashes into the ramp and screams in pain from the impact of the military press.

Greyson: We desperately need security out here to try and get between these two.

Sparkles: Like that will work?

Frankie: Yeah, that’s like sending the military in to break up a fight between Godzilla and Mothra. It just ain’t happening.

The fire breathing Miss Jon continues up the ramp after Raine, grabbing her by the hair, standing her up and throwing her along head first into the steel truss that supports the Cartel-tron. Raine bounces off it and then twists along into the curtains, spilling into them. Miss Jon keeps on the pressure, going after her in spite of the protests of her agent Howe.

Howe: The main event! The MAIN EVENT!

Miss Jon doesn’t care about any challenges that were made earlier in the night, her focus is on the challenge presented to her right now, Samantha Raine. She pursues her prey straight into the backstage area.

Greyson: So much for Miss Jon’s desire to get involved in the main event this evening.

Holt: You think you’re injured? You ain’t injured yet!

Not getting enough violence in the ring, then how about a nice little brawl in the guerilla position to satiate your lust for chaos?

Cameras dash to the very location where Ricky Holt has his rival Kayl pinned with a back against a giant metal crate and is blasting him upside the face with punches. Kayl’s nice button up shirt is torn open due to this brawl that just broke out in the back. It didn’t take long for Holt to find Kayl and then to start laying into him with punches. Stood behind Holt is his agent Eric O’Flaherty, wielding a baseball bat and shouting encouraging words to his client.

O’Flaherty: Show this little boy what a REAL injury is.

At last security have gotten off their ever expanding asses in order to intervene. They dash into the scene and drag Holt and Kayl away from one another just as Devon was beginning to nail a few punches to either side of Ricky’s ribs. The guards have a hard time pushing Holt off of the man he WAS scheduled to face this evening, and once they do force him back they have another obstacle to contend with. O’Flaherty steps between his client and the hands of the security guards, preparing his bat as if ready to swing it.

O’Flaherty: Keep your hands to yourselves boys.

In the background we can hear screams as through the curtains that dangle behind the backs of Holt and O’Flaherty we see two bodies spilling into the guerilla position. Samantha Raine is rolling across the ground and Miss Jon is narrowing the gap between them. Security attempts to divide themselves amongst the skirmish between Kayl and Holt as well as the fight between Raine and Miss Jon. Thankfully Holt is no longer going after Kayl and is instead backing up through the curtains. His agent O’Flaherty stays behind pointing the bat at Kayl, who is still surrounded by a few guards, holding back the snarling athlete.

Holt: When did professional wrestlers become so fucking brittle!?!

Shouts a red hot Ricky Holt as he stomps along down the entrance ramp. He doesn’t even need a microphone, his anger is enough to amplify his enraged words.

Greyson: Good lord almighty, things just keep getting more and more out of hand around here.

Sparkles: We’ve got Miss Jon and Samantha Raine brawling into the back, where another fight was going on between Ricky Holt and Devon Kayl. And NOW Holt is coming down the ramp looking for yet more physicality.

Frankie: I’m wiping my hands of this. I’m THROUGH trying to see the method in all of this madness.

Greyson: From what I can presume Holt is in a very foul mood resulting from the news that broke over social media that Devon Kayl wouldn’t be cleared to wrestle him tonight.

Frankie: He’s got every reason to be pissed. He’s been demanding this match ever since Kayl cost him the NHB Championship several weeks ago.

Once in the ring Holt at last procures a microphone, all but ripping it out of the hands of the time keeper.

Holt: When I was just a knee high sawed off runt and watched professional wrestling, I was amazed by what I saw. Not the pageantry, not the showmanship, but the true grit, the TOUGHNESS. The guys I grew up watching compete in this ring were REAL MEN. The type of guys who didn’t need a medic to come in the ring and patch their every little boo-boo because the fans are too squeamish to see blood. The type of guys who wouldn’t stop wrestling a match even if they broke a leg, an arm, even a fuckin’ neck. They were gladiators, they were iron men. And they are a DEAD breed. What we got today are the Devon Kayl’s of the world. Boys who should be shaking pom-poms rather than competing in this ring. Little ladies who back out of matches just because they broke a nail or…..

Cameras cut to the stage as Devon Kayl makes his way out through the curtains. The fans are excited to see Kayl making his way down the ramp rolling up the sleeves of his unbuttoned shirt. There is an intensity in his eyes unlike any that has been seen in quite some time.

Greyson: Devon Kayl has heard enough.

Frankie: What’s he gonna do about it though? He’s not medically cleared to wrestle.

As Kayl gets closer to the ring Holt becomes even more incredulous with his comments.

Holt: What’s wrong honey? You come out to beg one of these female fans for a spare tampax?

There will be blood but it’s not coming from Kayl’s nether regions.

Holt: Maybe you should run to your mommy and have her come out here and fight your battles for…

A furious Kayl enters the ring then takes Holt down with a double inside leg tackle. Needless to say Holt is stunned as he’s driven to the canvas with Kayl on top of him and just unloading with strikes.

DEVON KAYL VS. RICKY HOLT

A referee slides into the ring and in spite of Devon Kayl’s health issues the bell is called for to start this match.

Greyson: Injuries or no injuries Devon Kayl is getting himself a piece of Ricky Holt.

Frankie: I totes agree with Holt though, there are no real men in professional wrestling anymore.

Sparkles: Well Kayl is showing him what kind of man he is right now.

A referee starts a five count to disqualify Kayl but before that could happen Holt shoves his opponent back. Kayl rolls to his side and to his feet then dashes back at Holt, drooping down on top if him and unleashing jabs. Again the referee threatens Kayl with disqualification yet that isn’t enough to make him stop dropping bombs on his opponent. It takes Holt shoving Kayl off to stop this onslaught. Kayl returns to his feet and then to the delight of the masses connects with a standing shooting star press. His body crushes Holt and his fists begin to fling into his adversary’s skull again and again and again. Holt rolls away from this onslaught then into the nearest corner, propping himself up. Kayl comes running in and drives his boots square across Holt’s chest, then his face, then his chest, then his face.

Greyson: Have we EVER seen Kayl THIS aggressive before?

Sparkles: Can you truly blame him? Just think of everything that’s happened between these two in recent months. It was Holt who screwed Kayl out of the World title Number One Contender Tournament

Frankie: True, but Kayl also robbed Holt of the NHB Championship.

One of Kayl’s boots end up embedded against his rival’s throat, wedged firmly in place and choking the life out of his body. The referee’s five count at last forces Kayl to take his boot away. This allows Holt to begin rising to his feet, yet the second he stands he finds his face crushed via right hands. Kayl has climbed up the turnbuckle in front of Holt and is lobbing some devastating jabs across his adversary’s forehead. The fans reach a count of five, that’s five punches into Holt’s skull before he counters. He slips out from under Kayl, steps behind him while his opponent is still standing on the turnbuckle then hits a dropkick to his seat. The impact sends Kayl forward flipping over the ropes then crashing all the way down to the arena floor.

Frankie: One move baby, one move and Holt takes over on offense.

The fall to the floor has only aggravated any injuries that Kayl may have been suffering headed into this clash. A whole new batch of injuries are about to be created when Holt slides out of the ring behind Kayl, puts hands to his spine and shoves him along face first into the exposed turnbuckle post. Kayl’s head ricochets from the steel, sending him staggering back and into a German suplex onto the floor.

Greyson: If Kayl wasn’t injured headed into this match, then he definitely is now.

Frankie: I feel no pity for Devon, if he was that banged up he should have stayed backstage and tried on training bras or something.

Sparkles: There’s only so many stabs at Kayl’s manhood that he can withstand.

It’s not shots at his masculinity that Kayl is taking right now, it’s blows to his body. At the moment Kayl is being dragged up from the ground with Holt stood behind his kneeling opponent, clasping him by the jaw, pulling back on his head and then raining down punches across his forehead. Holt twists Kayl around before throwing him into the ring. Once inside Kayl stands only to fall right back down to his knees. He puts a palm to his forehead while his eyes roll back in his skull, looking as if he’s suddenly suffering some form of aneurysm. Any damage to his brain is exacerbated when Holt comes running in and connects with a front dropkick right to his opponent’s cheek.

The collision has Kayl rolling absent mindedly into the ropes. His chin falls over the middle cable and Holt’s boots end up pressed against his upper back. Holt stands on top of Kayl and keeps pushing down on the young man’s throat, choking the very life out of his body. The referee starts a five count on Holt, threatening him with disqualification. Holt ignores the referee’s complaints and slips through the ropes to the apron. He drops to his knees and places Kayl in a front chancery while also embedding the middle rope against his opponent’s throat.

Greyson: This dangerous young man bending all the rules to break Kayl down.

The referee starts another five count and then PLEADS with Holt to stop attacking the head of his injured rival. Holt’s response? He drops to the floor then nails an uppercut right upside Kayl’s temple. The shot has sent him rolling back to the middle of the ring. His forehead is then on the receiving end of a knee drop. Holt tucks into a roll, gets back to his feet and then throws his arms out to his side whils shouting at the crowd.

Holt: Where are the REAL wrestlers!?!

The crowd heckles Holt, as he bashes his injured opponent. Holt keeps verbally AND physically skewering Kayl, taking him by the arms, forcing him up to his feet then hitting a bridging Northern Lights suplex.

Although Kayl is dealing with a slew of complications he manages to get his shoulder up off of the ring. The kick out brings a smile to Holt’s face, a grin that widens when he puts his boot on Kayl’s temple, pushing down against his skull. The referee starts a five count, warning Holt that he’s on very thin ice. The boot pulls back from Kayl’s head and then another knee comes down into it. Kayl rolls away from his opponent, putting palms to a skull that has been worked over throughout this bout, and was injured going into this match. Holt steps over Kayl’s back, reaching down and taking him around the waist. Much to Kayl’s dismay he’s dead lifted from a crawling position and then hit with a bridging German suplex.

Sparkles: That’s some power right there guys.

Frankie: Holt is just having fun with Kayl right now.

The bridging German suplex wasn’t quite enough, not yet, to finish Kayl off. He gets his shoulder off the canvas, falling to his side. This kick out leaves Holt amused, thinking he’ll have more time now to continue punishing his rival. He stands up with a handful of Kayl’s hair, dragging him across his knees and then putting him in position for the piledriver. Kayl is lifted to his feet as his opponent readies to deliver the New Dawn Fades.

Frankie: Hope the IWC is ready to pay Kayl’s extensive medical bills.

Greyson: When Holt hits this flipping piledriver he’s gonna put Kayl in the hospital for a very-very VERY long time.

Holt prepares to flip forward into the piledriver but just then to a HUGE ovation, Kayl stands up and back drops his adversary. A stunned Holt is sent flying not only through the air but also over the ropes. Upon hitting the floor Holt cringes in pain while also slapping the ringside mats in anger. He scrambles back up to the apron then up the turnbuckle reaching the top rope. He refuses to let go of his advantage on the kneeling Kayl in the middle of the ring. Holt sizes up his prey then goes leaping off the turnbuckle into a clothesline. Suddenly Kayl leaps to his feet, lunges into the air and hits a big roundhouse kick to the back of an airborne Holt’s head.

Greyson: OOOOOH WOW!

Sparkles: Kayl digging down into parts of himself that he never knew he possessed to hit that kick.

It looks like Holt’s bell has been rung by that kick. He is shaking off the impact while rising to his feet. Obviously Holt refuses to believe that his advantage is slipping through his fingers. He runs right at Kayl with another clothesline but Devon drops straight to his back in order to avoid the lariat. Holt steps past his opponent then turns back around to face him just as Kayl kips to his feet then flips over into the Pele Kick.

Greyson: Yes! Yes! Kayl building some momentum.

The kick right to his face has Holt staggering backwards into the turnbuckle then losing his balance and falling to his seat. All the while Kayl is limping along to his feet and then racing towards the corner his adversary is propped up against. Kayl begins to stomp and stomp ferociously at Holt’s chest then throw some wild haymakers upside his skull. The referee steps in and physically pries Kayl off his adversary. A disgruntled Kayl pulls the referee out of the way then goes back after Holt, who suddenly stands up, catches his opponent across his chest then drops back into the downward spiral. Kayl’s face smashes into the middle turnbuckle pad, the impact sending him stumbling out of the corner and into the middle of the ring. Holt then comes running at his rival only to go wide eyed when Kayl successfully connects with the Code Breaker.

A shocked Holt stands up straight with his pupils dilating. Just then Kayl scoots across his back and through Holt’s legs before grabbing him by the hips and pulling him over into a sunset flip style pin.

Holt gets his shoulder up and rolls to his side. He is starting to work his way up from the ring only to have Kayl pounce on him, punching him across the temple then hitting elbows to the back of his head. Kayl then leaps into the air and drives his knee into the side of Holt’s head. The impact sends Holt staggering back into the corner. A furious Kayl is on top of him, running in leaping into the air and going for the monkey flip. Before the move can connect Holt counters it by reaching out, catching the creases of Kayl’s legs then lifting them. He throws Kayl over his head and into the turnbuckle. Somehow Kayl manages to land on the middle rope and hold firm to the top rope. He has no idea that Holt has gotten to the apron and is now springing up to the top rope then leaping off into a super Sling Blade. Kayl goes flying off the corner with the back of his head crushing the canvas.

Frankie: Hahahahaha….I love it.

Greyson: A Sling Blade from the top rope by Holt, driving Kayl down by the back of his head.

Sparkles: And we’ve documented Kayl has some medical issues resulting from head injuries.

It feels as if Kayl’s head has imploded after its impact with the canvas and yet he’s trying his absolute best to get up. He works his way to his feet just as Holt swoops in from behind, takes him by the arm, folds it up into a hammerlock and then steps to his adversary’s side. He hooks Kayl’s leg at the same time and then lifts him into the air, swinging Devon around into a modified blue thunder powerbomb. Kayl’s body nearly goes through the ring, left lying on the canvas between Holt’s legs. He leans forward with his shoulders to the creases of Kayl’s knees, going for the pin.

Kayl barely does it but he DOES kick out. Holt gripes all the way up to his feet and all the way up the turnbuckle. He gets to the middle rope before flying off and driving his knee down straight into Kayl’s skull. The impact has Kayl rolling around grabbing at his face, looking like he was shot in the mug with both barrels of a shotgun. Holt continues to exploit his adversary’s pre-existing injuries. He delivers a kick to Kayl’s cheek, knocking him to his back, dangerously close to the turnbuckle. Holt takes advantage of his opponent’s position, stepping up the corner then leaping out of it into another knee drop. However, the moment Holt’s knee verges close to his opponent’s face Devon reaches up and catches hold of it. He rolls out from under the leg and causes Holt to land flat on his face with his leg being lifted and placed in a Stretch Muffler.

Frankie: What the heck!?!

Greyson: That’s the Stretch Muffler!

Sparkles: Sparkles hasn’t seen this submission in a long time.

Greyson: And Holt may not have a counter for it.

Holt growls in agony as his leg is bent at such an awkward angle and Kayl bends him up like a pretzel. Amazingly Holt doesn’t submit though, he turns and twists until he is on his back and his free foot is kicking Kayl’s head. The blows cause Kayl to release his adversary, staggering around looking glossy eyed. He tries to go back after Holt, who stands up and bends pre-emptively to hit a back drop. Kayl has it scouted though, hence why his knee is shooting up slapping Holt in the face. The impact causes Holt to stand and reel in reverse from the strike across the brow. Kayl then goes barreling in with a forearm only to be stopped via the leaping roundhouse kick just unleashed by his rival. The blow upside the head has Kayl getting weak in the knees, almost going over. He finally leaves his feet, not because he collapses, but because he leaps into a step up enzugari that SMACKS Holt square upside his head.

The stiff shot has Holt swinging away from his opponent who is already leaping to the turnbuckle behind his back. Kayl springs from the middle strand and then twists into a crossbody that hits Holt but does NOT remove him from his feet. He catches Kayl before swinging him around into the Blood and Thunder. The rock bottom out of the fallaway slam position drives the back of Kayl’s head square to the canvas.

Greyson: That was a brutal move landing Kayl right on the back of his head.

Sparkles: The referee is going to have to stop this match.

Frankie: It’s a match that isn’t even supposed to be happening anyway, this idiot Kayl shouldn’t even be out here with his head injuries.

The impact against the canvas has Kayl clasping at a head that has been worked over and worked over throughout this match and was banged up before he even came into this contest. He tries to stand up but falls back to the canvas. The sight of this amuses Holt, who stands back with his spine to the corner and a huge grin on his face.

Holt: Where are the REAL wrestlers?

He shouts one more time before running out of the corner and catching Kayl via the New Dawn Fades. Kayl is flipped over and spiked straight on top of his cranium.

Greyson: Nooooo! The New Dawn Fades!

Kayl is just out, completely motionless save for the eyes that are rolling to the back of his head. Holt makes the cover, pulling on the slacks that cling to his rival’s leg in order to complete the pin.

Sparkles: And this is mercifully over.

Holt throws down Kayl’s leg the moment the referee slaps the canvas for the third and final time. In anger Holt rises to his feet, backs away from his opponent and sneers with indifference to his victory. The referee grabs Holt’s hand to raise it in victory only to get a shove that knocks the official off of his feet.

Greyson: That’s gonna cost Holt some money.

Sparkles: He’s still not happy, even after his victory over Kayl.

The official gets to his knees and crawls towards Kayl, checking on his condition before lifting his arms into an ‘x.’ Two more referees come sliding into the ring where they check on Kayl, confirming that he is indeed sporting a very nasty injury. Holt stands back in the corner of the ring watching this whole scene play out with his upper lip curled into a snarl.

Greyson: Kayl never should have competed tonight.

Sparkles: It looked like he wasn’t going to but Holt kind of forced him into a fight.

Kayl steadily begins to regain his consciousness and just in time to shake his head when asked if he needs to be stretchered out. He won’t need a stretcher but he will need a lot of help from the referees if he wants to WALK from the ring. The prideful Kayl is given the bare minimum of aid as the officials help him to ringside.

Greyson: Kayl showed a lot of heart in this match and right now as he wants to leave on his feet as opposed to on his back.

Frankie: We’re not going to see Kayl’s heart, we’re about to see his BRAINS!

The moment that Kayl and the referees reach the stage a forearm cracks him straight across the upper back. Holt runs up the ramp and clobbers his rival, the shot taking him off of his feet and to the steel.

Greyson: DAMMIT HOLT!

Sparkles: That son of a bitch.

Frankie: Kayl has this com….

Greyson: Nobody deserves this type of treatment, especially Kayl.

And we’ve yet to see the worse of what Holt has in store for his nemesis. He grabs Kayl by the long hair and uses it to drag him into position for what will undoubtedly be the deadliest act he’s ever committed. Holt takes one look out over the crowd, who are pleading with him not to do what he has Kayl set up for. The referees try to stop Kayl but a baseball bat wielding Eric O’Flaherty, the manager for Holt, emerges from the back and keeps the officials at bay. No one can stop what Holt is about to do. All the world can do is watch in horror as he delivers the New Dawn Fades ON THE STEEL STAGE!

Greyson: NOOOOOOOO!!!

Kayl’s head SLAMS with so much force against the stage that it’s a wonder he doesn’t look like a character from the movie Scanners. His head doesn’t explode but it definitely feels like it. He drops limp to the side of a seated Holt, who isn’t even looking down at his broken opponent. Holt just sits there with his skin reddening and his flesh trembling in anger.

Frankie: NEW DAWN FADES ONTO THE STAGE!!

Sparkles: Absolutely sickening.

Greyson: I-I-I’m at a loss for words right now guys.

Holt sits on the steel with Kayl crumbled up beside him, blood leaking out of his nostrils as an indication of internal bleeding. Referees gather around him now that O’Flaherty has stepped aside. He watches with a grim gleam in his eyes as his client lays Kayl to waste.

It’s been a night full of twists and turns, and a night that people such as Lexy Chapel and Kat Kelly are very eager to forget. But they aren’t about to put this night behind them just yet. While a pouty Lexy, pouty in the since that her lower lip is stuck out about ten inches further than her upper, throws her belongings into a gym bag her partner Kat is pacing the locker-room with a phone to her ear.

Kat: You’re here then?

The answer she receives from the voice on the other end of the line puts the biggest smile on Kat’s face.

Kat: Sweet. Your timing couldn’t be any more perfect. I take it you heard that McBride has banned any member of Monarchy on the IWC ROSTER from interfering in the main event? (Waits for an answer) Well I was thinking you could help us get around that.

This conversation that Kat is having seems to at last pique Lexy’s interest, given her insatiable lust for the World Championship, a belt to be defended in a matter of minutes. She turns from the gym bag and leans towards the phone pressed to Kat’s ear, trying to eavesdrop.

Kat: You’re a sweetheart.

Kat informs the individual on the phone before hanging up.

Kat: Well Lexy, looks like one way or another, Monarchy are still going to have juuuuust a wee-bit of influence on the main event.

Gushes Kat while returning the phone to her pocket.

Lexy: You know, I would so kiss you if it wouldn’t be totally gay.

Kat: Yeah, and um, there’s way too much of that around here already.

Speaking of the main event we see the name of one of the athletes slated to compete in it. The doorway leading to Scott Cannon’s dressing room consumes the screen, his name stenciled across it. Presently two figures are approaching that door, siblings of the man scheduled to challenge for the World Championship mere moments from now. David and Michael come to a pause right in front of the door and exchange one last stare, non-verbally confirming that they’re in agreement. After a nod Michael reveals the steel folding chair in his hand, wedging it between the knob of the door leading to Scott’s dressing room and the floor. He ensures that there is no way Scott can get out.

David: We couldn’t let him go out and there and embarrass himself.

Michael: There’s no room for failure.

Michael begins while leaning towards the door with hands still on the chair that now bars it, his eyes aimed to the floor.

David: It’s time to do what’s RIGHT.

Cameras transition back to the squared circle just as Scott Cannon’s entrance music starts to play over the loud speakers. The tracks of “Bad to the Bone” signify that Scott is on his way to the ring yet there’s no sight of him.

Greyson: We finally come to the conclusion of what has been an absolutely WILD night fellas.

Sparkles: Our main event is here. Katelyn Buehler scheduled to defend the World Championship against Scott Cannon, and this issue has really…..where’s Scott?

Frankie: I was just starting to wonder the same thing myself, actually I was wondering what Lexy Chapel looks like in a bikini, but yeah, I was ALSO wondering where Scott Cannon is. I mean, we’re hearing the dumbass’s music but there’s no sight of him.

Greyson: Maybe this is some type of psychological warfare on his part. Perhaps he’s getting into Katelyn’s head by making her come out first.

Frankie: Oh come on, that doesn’t seem like something Scott “Goody Two Shoes” Cannon would do.

Greyson: Stop being so cynical about Scott’s desire to clean up his act. After his current ‘friend’ Vanilla Skyy convinced him that he could be a GOOD man, Scott has done everything in his power to go from rogue to respectable.

Frankie: Don’t you mean to go from being a pitbull to a French poodle?

Greyson: Scott is going down a road very few men dare to travel. The road to redemption.

Sparkles: Something his opponent tonight knows a thing or two about.

It’s apparent that Scott isn’t about to show up, at least not yet. So his music cuts out and is now replaced by the tunes of “Satisfied.” The crowd really opens up, letting all their emotion come pouring out as World Champion Katelyn Buehler emerges from the back, shoulder bedecked in title gold.

Sparkles: Katelyn Buehler ain’t playing no games here tonight. This match is so important to her. She wants to prove to the world that she DESERVES to hold that gold sitting on her shoulder.

Greyson: In my opinion there’s no challenging the legitimacy of Katelyn’s reign as champion. She beat a monster back at Awakening to capture the belt and she has defended the title against monsters ever since.

Sparkles: Well the Monarchy has been very critical of Katelyn’s big win back at our last pay-per-view and have done everything they can to try and undermine her and her success.

Greyson: She shouldn’t let cynics such as Lexy Chapel and Taylor Chase get into her head, Katelyn fought all her life to win the title and now she’s living a dream she’s had since she was a little girl.

Frankie: Don’t you mean since she was a crack whore sucking cocks in back alleys?

Greyson: Thank you again for that ever insightful commentary.

Try as Katelyn may to be all business she can’t help but to stop at ringside and hug a little tike in attendance that just so happened to be wearing some of her merch. Katelyn even pauses for a selfie with the kid’s mother before entering the squared circle where she does the toughest thing she’s ever had to do, surrender her World Title to the referee. While limbering up by swinging both her arms one after another across her chest, her focus and the focus of everyone in the building gravitates towards the entry way.

Greyson: Let’s give this another shot.

Frankie: Get your ass out here Scott and let’s get this over with.

Once again “Bad to the Bone” starts to play over the speakers, meaning that Scott Cannon is coming out to give Katelyn the test that she’s been seeking since becoming World Champion. Finally the curtains that drape the entry way open and….wait…that’s NOT Scott Cannon coming through them….it’s his brothers Michael and David.

Greyson: Oh how wonderful, it’s the doubting Thomas and the turncoat Judas.

Sparkles: Michael and David Cannon, the guys who have been trying to cut the heels on their brother’s drive to become a good guy.

Frankie: Apparently the only SANE Cannons in the IWC. These two know what it takes to become a champion, unlike their brother.

Greyson: What are you talking about? Scott’s the Evolution Champion! And he did it without treachery or cheating.

Frankie: SHUT IT! I will not be challenged.

Sparkles: Gotta wonder what brings these two out here, Scott’s been pretty adamant that he doesn’t want their help.

A microphone is held in the hand of the Cannon who got crushed with a roaring elbow by the World Champion earlier tonight.

David: Yeah, our brother WAS scheduled to come out here and challenge for the World Championship, but we weren’t about to let him go down to that ring and make an ass of himself. He’s got a contract to challenge you whenever he wants, and we’re not about to let him waste it.

Michael: So guess what Katelyn, he still IS going to cash in his number one contender contract tonight, but he’s only going to do it AFTER the two of us have come down that ramp and given you the absolute worst beating you’ve ever had in your entire life.

David: Scott might want to leave things up to chance, but we’re not. After we’re through with you there’s NO CHANCE that Scott won’t walk out of here with the World Title.

That’s it, nothing elegant, nothing poetic, Michael and David break it down to the nitty gritty. There’s nothing flowery about what they say and there’s damn sure going to be nothing pretty about what they’re going to do.

Greyson: Is this for real? Wasn’t what these two did to Katelyn earlier on enough for them?

Frankie: Katelyn’s still walking ain’t she? Then no, they didn’t do enough.

Sparkles: They attacked Katelyn earlier and tried to get their brother Scott to cash in his contract, but he wouldn’t do it. He’ll have no choice in the matter now though, because the main event is upon us, and Scott has already cashed in his contract to get this title bout.

Frankie: Meaning that if Scott doesn’t take advantage of the injuries his brothers are about to inflict on Katelyn, he loses his title opportunity.

What’s Katelyn’s reaction to all of this? She actually encourages Michael and David to TRY and give her in the beating that they’re promising. Michael steps to one side of the ring, David to the other, surrounding Buehler. The Champion shifts eyes between both men, waiting for one of them to make a move. David is the first to budge, eager to get his hands on Katelyn after she laid him out with the KTFO earlier tonight. He dashes in behind Katelyn and throws a fist only to have it blocked. The Champion swings around and pops him straight in the jaw, the shot taking him off of his feet.

Greyson: Katelyn holding her ground!

Frankie: She should be tucking her tail and running.

Sparkles: Sparkles thinks that Katelyn proved earlier on when she took on the impromptu challenge made by Taylor, that she’s not the running sort.

Katelyn has to have lightning fast reflexes in order to combat the two men determined to leave her all but paralyzed and prime pickings for the vultures seeking to tear her World Title away. Michael slides into the ring and is going after Katelyn, yet the moment he reaches his feet he’s removed from them. Katelyn hits a clothesline that takes him to the canvas. There is no time wasted by Katelyn, who whips around to face a recovered David and leaps into him with a Lou Thez Press. David crashes to the canvas with Katelyn coming down on top, her fist unloading across his temple.

Greyson: Katelyn doing everything in her power to hold these two back.

Sparkles: She’s actually doing a sufficient job of it.

Frankie: Nothing lasts forever, like Katelyn’s title reign for instance. The door is quickly closing on it as we speak.

All of her rage is channeled into each punch that pulverizes David’s face. She is so wrought with anger that it causes her to be a little TOO focused on David and lose sight of his co-conspirator. She has no idea that Michael left the ring, grabbed a chair from the crowd and is sliding back into the ring with it. Katelyn’s fist just keeps crushing David’s face before her spine is crippled with a vicious chair shot. Michael swings the steel right into Katelyn’s kidneys, causing her to drop limp to the canvas.

Greyson: Dammit!

Sparkles: Chair shot by Michael!

Frankie: And so the end begins.

Sparkles: How prophetic.

The door that we saw Michael and David Cannon trap their bro behind comes back into view. It is rattling and thumping, indicating that Scott is still locked on the opposite side desperate to get out. However, the chair that is slanted from the floor to the doorknob ensures that Scott is not going anywhere and is no position whatsoever to stop his brothers.

Cameras go back to the middle of the ring where Katelyn Buehler is trapped in a position she can’t get out of either. She continues to be on the receiving end of a beating at the hands of Dem Cannon Boys. Michael has placed a chair across the canvas and is scoop slamming Katelyn right on top of it. Buehler screams in pain on impact, arching her spine from the steel.

Greyson: The Cannons just remorseless in their assault on our World Champion.

Frankie: I always knew Katelyn’s title reign was on borrowed time, and now that time is up.

Greyson: Their brother Scott wanted a fair one on one match against Katelyn, but his brothers aren’t letting that happen. They’re ensuring that when Scott DOES come out here that Katelyn is in no condition to defend the belt against him.

Sparkles: She’ll be easy pickings.

The chair that WAS under Katelyn is now on top of her chest. Michael sets it in place for his brother David, who is flying from the top rope and crashing with the point of his elbow into the chair. The steel is driven into Katelyn’s body, causing her to groan in agony. She instinctively tries to stand up only to have her head caught in a front chancery by Michael, who lifts her into what looks like a suplex position. He drops Katelyn’s body back but holds onto her neck. The creases of Katelyn’s legs land on top of David’s shoulders, who powerbombs her down to the canvas at the same time that his brother is hitting her with a reverse neck breaker.

Frankie: OH HELLS TO THE YES! What a combo by the Cannons.

Greyson: Stop supporting this Frankie.

Sparkles: Yeah, do you REALLY have to stand up and clap?

Frankie: You’re damn straight I do.

That double team slam has left Katelyn as vegetative as Rip Van Winkle. The Cannons are not through just yet…nuh-uh, and they won’t be done until they stop seeing Katelyn’s chest raising and lowering, indicating that she’s drawing oxygen into her lungs. David sets up the steel chair while Michael takes the World Champion by her hand, leading her up to her feet. He shoots her off into the cables, Katelyn ricocheting from them and then coming back in at David, who looks to catch her with a drop toe hold into the chair. Katelyn leaves her feet, though it’s because she’s LEAPING from them not being knocked from them. She jumps into the air, puts her boots to David’s ribs and then twists so that she can drop back and monkey flip him into the air. Instead of coming down to the canvas David lands on the steel chair, which folds up after his spine goes through it.

Greyson: You can sit down now Frankie.

Frankie: How? HOW DID SHE DO THAT!?!

After taking out David it looks like Katelyn is going to subject Michael to the same treatment. He comes rushing towards her and runs right into her boot. Katelyn unleashes one of her scintillating thrust kicks, the shot rattling his teeth and maybe even knocking a few lose. Michael stumbles back from the blow trying to get his balance. He steadies himself just as Katelyn’s elbow comes swinging towards his face, the KTFO about to be delivered. However, Michael ducks under the shot at the last second and causes Katelyn’s arm to go flying right past his head at the same time that his arm shoots up across her chest. Michael heaves Katelyn into the air then drives her down into the canvas via the Uranage.

Cameras return to the door that has Scott Cannon pinned behind it. Only he won’t be trapped in his dressing room for very much longer. There is nothing that will keep Scott from getting to the ring and stopping his brothers, not even the chair that is pressed to the doorknob. It buckles and falls to the floor as the whole door comes crashing off its hinges. All it took to take down the door and the chair all in one move was for Scott to put his shoulder into them. The frantic Evolution Champion emerges from his dressing room and into the hallway, stepping over the fractured door. After his crazed eyes examine his surroundings he takes off running for the ring, the briefcase holding his Number One Contenders contract hanging from his hand.

Scott might not get to the squared circle in time to be of any help to the World Champion, at the moment Katelyn Buehler is laid out across the canvas and Michael Cannon is climbing a turnbuckle. He comes flying off into a frog splash that sends his body hurdling straight into Katelyn’s elevated knees.

Greyson: Katelyn playing possum!

Frankie: I’m getting annoyed.

Sparkles: Somehow Katelyn is managing to fight off not one but TWO Cannons.

Greyson: Their plan is back firing and back firing in a major way.

A hurting Katelyn isn’t in enough pain to shut down and become nothing more than a victim. As she stands her fist hurdles into the cheek of David, who just got back up as well. Her blows knock David back into the ropes and then she prepares to take him over them via the clothesline. Unfortunately her ankle is caught, her eyes looking down at the hands that are locked around them. Michael has grabbed Katelyn’s leg and isn’t letting go, griping it tight. Just then David capitalizes on the distraction running into a big boot that slams right upside Katelyn’s temple. The shot knocks her out cold, eyes fluttering as she tries to stay conscious.

Frankie: You were saying something about a plan back firing, right Lovejoy?

Sparkles; Yeah LOVEJOY.

Greyson: I thought I told you to knock that off.

When it appears that Michael and David are going to take total control, resulting in Katelyn’s total decimation the fans become far too upbeat. Why are they cheering their lungs out? Because Scott Cannon is running down the ramp, carrying his briefcase and carrying a grudge against his meddling brothers.

Greyson: I’ve never been happier to see Scott Canon!

Sparkles: He loooooks piiiiiissssed.

Greyson: He told his brothers that he wanted to challenge for the World Title the RIGHT way and they just won’t respect that.

Sparkles: And they’ve just ruined any chance of him doing that.

The riled up audience watches in delight as Scott slides into the ring, briefcase held back and ready to clobber his own family. The second they see Scott standing with makeshift weapon in hand, David and Michael turn their backs on the World Champion. They begin to approach Scott and it appears that at long last these three are going to go at it. A family is moments from imploding and the crowd is eating it up eager to see Scott at long last put his brothers in their place. It seems the world won’t get the opportunity to see that though on account of Katelyn’s interference. She runs in behind Michael and David, catching the two just as they turn to face her with a stereo clothesline.

Greyson: There we go Katelyn! Lay these bastards on their asses!

Frankie: Stop cheering Lovejoy.

Sparkles: Yeah. LOVEJOY.

Greyson: ENOUGH!

A stunned Scott steps back and just absorbs everything that he’s seeing. It’s hard for him to process all of this, thoroughly unsure how to react to seeing his brothers dropped by the champ. Finally he smirks, actually enjoying the sight of Michael and David getting what they deserve. Katelyn pulls David up from the canvas, runs him at the ropes and throws him through to the outside of the ring. She then spins around and runs at Michael, who stands with his back to the cables. He is sent flipping backwards over them thanks to Katelyn’s clothesline.

Sparkles: Katelyn’s taken out both of the Cannon boys!

Greyson: Now we can finally….AAAAH!

A briefcase smashes Katelyn right in the face, and it was swung by SCOTT CANNON.

Greyson: WHAT THE HELL!?!

Sparkles: Uhhhhhh….did Scott mean to do that?

Greyson: He just-he just-he just smacked Katelyn right in the head with the briefcase.

The shot from the case has laid Katelyn out and put an even bigger smile on Scott’s face. That smile soon leads to uproarious laughter, that is only amplified when he calls his brothers David and Michael back into the squared circle. His brothers tentatively inch their way through the ropes, seemingly unsure of how to react to their brother’s behavior. Finally, once in the ring, David and Michael begin to laugh and then wrap their arms around Scott.

Frankie: YES! Scott’s back to his old self!

Sparkles: Sparkles is starting to think that he never stopped being the OLD Scott Cannon.

Greyson: I’m STILL trying to figure out what’s happening here.

Frankie: Don’t you get it? Scott was never interested in redemption. This was all a set up!

Scott steps back from his laughing brothers and directs them. They grab an unconscious Katelyn by the arms, force her up to her feet and render her absolutely defenseless. There is NOTHING that Katelyn can do to block the briefcase that goes swinging right into her face. Yet again Scott has clobbered Katelyn upside the head with the case and dropped her prone to the ring.

Greyson: This isn’t happening. This isn’t…this isn’t….

Frankie: Right? Hahahahahaha.

Greyson: No, it isn’t right, it’s disgusting.

The briefcase raises above Scott’s head while he shouts towards the entry way.

Scott: Get a referee out here, I’m cashing in!

A very reluctant Marcus Mayfield makes his way down the ramp, getting over the injuries sustained to his groin in order to officiate the main event. The sight of an injured Katelyn only makes Marcus more hesitant to call for the bell. Neither David nor Michael give Marcus much choice in the matter, they shove and intimidate him until he takes the briefcase and then calls for the bell.

Frankie: Its official guys. Hahahaha it’s official. Our World Title match is starting right now. This is incredible.

Sparkles: With Katelyn in the condition she’s in right now this is going to be the shortest World Title match in history.

Frankie: Damn straight it is, and you wanna know why? Because Scott, David and Michael planned this out METICULOUSLY.

Greyson: They waited for Monarchy to get themselves barred from interfering in this match and to lure Katelyn into actually trusting Scott was on the up and up. We all did.

Frankie: And he fooled every single one of you idiots. Not me though, I knew what Scott was up to all along.

Greyson: Sure you did Frankie. Sure you did.

The bell rings in the background while David and Michael exit the squared circle. They watch with pride, yes they actually take pride in this, as Scot lifts his boot and puts it down on Katelyn’s chest. The laziest and most arrogant cover imaginable is employed to show off Scott’s dominance and to insult the World Champion. Unfortunately Katelyn will not have the distinction of calling herself that very much longer. Marcus drops down to the canvas and then slaps it to put an end to Katelyn’s dream in nightmarish fashion.

The whole building groans as Scott’s arms launch into the air in victorious fashion, prematurely. Katelyn’s shoulder flies up from the canvas to a reaction that threatens to send the roof flying off the arena.

Frankie: WWWWWHHHHAAAAT!!!???!!!

Greyson: Katelyn showing the heart and the strength of a true champion.

Sparkles: She kicked out even after two shots from the briefcase.

Scott steps back wearing a look of absolute disbelief. He bites his lower lip and clinches his fists. His desire to win the World Title after putting in the bare minimum of work did NOT pan out that way. So in outage he drops down beside Katelyn and throws his knuckles into her already swollen face. His punches are enough to bust the welt on Katelyn’s scalp, sending blood trickling down her cheeks.

Greyson: Katelyn’s busted open.

Frankie: Serves her right after disrupting Scott’s brilliant plot.

Katelyn’s face is starting to look like hamburger thanks to all of these jabs from the challenger for her title. Finally Katelyn is allowed to fall to her back where Scott pins her shoulders to the canvas.

Frankie: You earned this Scott.

Greyson: The hell he did!

The hand swings down one last time to slap the canvas and anoint Scott Cannon as the NEW World Champion. Marcus’ hand is about a half centimeter removed from the canvas but Katelyn’s shoulder is inches separated from it. She manages to roll her shoulder from the ring and do so just in time to stop Marcus’ three count. Scott pulls back from Katelyn with his eyes widened and his face trembling, absolutely stunned that she would DARE to do the unthinkable by kicking out.

Scott: Do you have any idea how long I worked on this?

Michael and David continue to support their brother as they watch from ringside. Their eyes are glued to Scott’s fist pummeling Katelyn’s face, causing even more blood to come gushing out from benath the surface of the World Champion’s skin. Scott now pulls Katelyn up from the ring by the hair and then flings her into the ropes. As she comes back in Scott catches her across his chest and then hits a fallaway slam. He keeps his feet rooted to the canvas even while throwing Katelyn over his head, sending her corkscrewing down to the canvas behind him. The second Scott hears Katelyn’s body hit the ring he throws his arms out to his sides and starts to shout at the fans.

Scott: Where’s the love now?

The crowd so enjoys verbally skewering Cannon, who reacts with a mocking bow. He then turns back around to face Katelyn, who is on all fours with blood dripping down off the tip of her nose and puddling on the canvas beneath her face. Scott runs in and kicks Katelyn with such force to the ribs that it sends her flipping over sideways and rolling into the turnbuckle. She sits up against the corner and the second she does Scott’s boot ends up pressed to the side of her face.

Scott: I told you I wasn’t a GOOD man.

And he proves it by scraping his heel across the gash in Katelyn’s brow. He then does it once more and repeats the process for a third time. The conniving Cannon gets a running start behind the fourth kick, dashing into the ropes, ricocheting from them and then barreling towards Katelyn and smashing her skull with the face wash.

Greyson: This is appalling, Katelyn has no defense against ANY of this.

Sparkles: Not after the briefcase bounced off her head TWICE before this match even got underway.

One running face wash just isn’t good enough for Scott. He turns away from Katelyn and hops on one foot while wagging his finger from side to say, duck facing towards the disgusted fans in the process. He takes off into the ropes, ricochets from them and then comes back at Buehler, his boot smashing her face a second time. Scott smiles all the way across the ring as he hurdles himself into the ropes, bounces from them and then comes back chugging along into a third face wash that smashes Katelyn right in her bloodied brow. The World Champion is done. If she were a turkey the timer would have popped up out of her by now. Scott is going to do exactly what his brothers suggested though and leave NOTHING up to chance. He drags Katelyn up and onto the turnbuckle her lifeless body has been sitting against. Before long she finds herself clutched upside down on top of Scott’s shoulder as he steps towards the middle of the ring, holding her in position for the Muscle Buster. Just to show that Katelyn is totally at his mercy, Scott begins to do some squat thrusts. Finally after he insults Buehler he assaults her, dropping into the Muscle Buster. He takes his dear time in floating over into the pin and wedging his forearm across her bloodied brow.

Sparkles: In the immortal words of my Willie, ‘Katelyn Buehler, thanks for coming.’

Greyson: It’s tragic that her World Title reign is going to end likes this.

Frankie: It’s damned entertaining is what it is.

It eats at Marcus to do so but he falls to the ring and slaps the blood stained canvas.

Again Scott starts to celebrate, far too soon. Katelyn’s shoulder is up a mere half second before Marcus finishes his count. Scott’s eyes are wider than they’ve ever been. They are almost bursting right out of their sockets when he sees the referee raise TWO fingers up into the air, signifying that Katelyn kicked out.

Greyson: Katelyn has fought her whole life to hold that World Championship, she will not let it go now.

Frankie: Just give it up Katelyn, just please stop fighting.

The longer this match has to go the surlier Scott and his brothers become. He grabs Katelyn’s hair, which is beginning to cake with blood and gives it a yank, forcing her up to her feet. Scott tosses her body into the ropes and then catches her on the rebound, putting the World Champion in a fallaway slam position. He puckers up like he’s kissing Katelyn goodbye then throws her over his head. He steps forward already jaw jacking without realizing that Katelyn didn’t hit the canvas, she landed on her feet. One of those feet meet Scott’s jaw the moment he turns back around. The thrust kick shuts Scott up and sends him spiraling back into the ropes. His body ricochets off them and stumbles back into an unexpected Lou Thez Press. Katelyn drives Scott down to the canvas and lets go of all her rage, putting it behind each swing of her fist across Scott’s cheeks.

Greyson: (Screams in conjunction with each punch that lands) YES! YES! YES!

Frankie: How and WHY is she still doing this?

Sparkles: Katelyn putting everything she has left behind these punches.

Katelyn just keeps wailing on Scott with everything, every bit of her remaining energy. Finally Marcus has to drag her off of Scott. This moment of separation allows Cannon to stagger his way back to his feet. The moment he gets up Katelyn steps under him and prepares to deliver the SLO. Her version of the lighting spiral threatens to slam Scott down on the back of his neck, potentially breaking it. Michael and David turn away from the ring, unable to watch their brother fall victim to this. They soon realize that they SHOULD have kept their eyes glued to the action because Scott has managed to swing out of position for the lightning spiral, put his hands to Katelyn’s back then shove with all of his strength. She is sent running into the cables, ricocheting from them and then running back into the POP UP POWERBOMB. Katelyn hits the ring with so much force and Scott bends down, putting his shoulders into the back of his opponent’s thighs. He folds her up into the pin while the crowd is screeching at the top of their lungs.

Screams reminiscent of banshees can be heard throughout the building at the sight of Buehler getting her shoulder up at a count of two and a half.

Greyson: Katelyn kicked out once again!!

Frankie: I’m seriously getting pissed off right now so just imagine how the Cannons feel.

Fury can be seen welling up behind Scott’s eyes. He crawls in behind a now seated Katelyn and puts her in a seated abdominal stretch. It’s not a submission he’s looking for though, it’s a knock out. His elbow begins to collide with the entirely exposed head of the World Champion over and over again. More and more blood is sent flying from her face as Scott’s elbow absolutely crushes her skull. After a while Scott realizes that there’s just one elbow he needs to hit in order to finish Katelyn off, a ROARING elbow. Scott pulls Katelyn up from the ring and throws her into the very same cables he tossed her into a few moments ago. This time he won’t catch her on the rebound with a pop up powerbomb, he’ll hit her with the roaring elbow.

Frankie: It’s done.

Katelyn staggers back into the Snake Eyes, Cannon swinging around with his forearm brushing the Champion’s hair. She ducks the shot right before it can slam into her face. Scott spins past Katelyn and then whips back around to face her just as she goes for her OWN roaring elbow.

Sparkles: The K-T-Ooooh SHIT!

Katelyn’s roaring elbow misses because Scott bends down, catches her with his shoulder to her ribs and then heaves her into the spinning spinebuster slam.

Frankie: Spinebuster! BIG SPINEBUSTER! The BIGGEST Spinebuster Scott has ever delivered.

Sparkles: A spinebuster over a year in the making.

The Evolution Champion kneels beside an unconscious World Champion but does not go for the pin. Instead of making the cover and potentially becoming a double title holder, Scott pulls Katelyn up from the ring and into a front chancery. He lifts a finger into the air, pointing it up into the sky as if to say he’s number one. He then lifts Katelyn into the air, dangling her upside down for a moment or two as he sets up for the House Rules. The jackhammer is about to plant Katelyn and cost her the World Title that she has worked so hard to capture. Cannon has put in a lot more work than he thought he would this evening in order to take the belt from his crafty opponent…an opponent he holds upside down for far longer than he should have. Scott gives Katelyn all the time in the world to slip out of his arms, over his shoulder and then slide down his back. She catches Scott by the hips and tries, unsuccessfully, to pull him over into the sunset flip. Scott plants his feet and they won’t be unrooted from the canvas. He then reaches down to the face looking up at him and gives Katelyn an unsportsmanlike slap right across her face.

Greyson: I still can’t believe that I thought Scott had changed his ways.

Frankie: He so got you. You should see the look on your face right now.

Greyson: You were just as shocked as the rest of us Frankie.

Scott grabs Katelyn’s hair and yanks it, sitting her up on the canvas in front of him while he goes running back into the ropes. He then runs back at her like he’s going to deliver a boot to her face but then stops and just slaps her across the cheek. Katelyn falls to his back while Scott walks away from her laughing at the outrage being expressed by the fans.

Scott: I thought you people LIKED me.

They DID when he was actually showing some indications that he had a soul, but his actions here tonight prove that he is without a doubt soulless. Now Scott prepares to rip Katelyn’s soul out as he steps back into the corner of the ring, crouches and begins to slap his forearm against his palm. He mocks the manner in which Katelyn sets up for her KTFO.

Greyson: Scott’s got Snake Eyes on his mind.

Just as it seems he’s going to spiral around and take out the World Champion with the roaring elbow he has a change of heart. Yes, rather you believe it or not Scott does have a heart. Okay, maybe he doesn’t, because at the moment he’s calling for one of his brothers to toss him the briefcase he used to bust the World Champion open. Now he’s going to use it to cost her the title. Michael takes the liberties of jumping up to the apron and distracting referee Mayfield while David slides the briefcase over to his brother.

Frankie: Ahhhh family bonding at its best.

Sparkles: This is just like old times.

Greyson: Scott leaving nothing up to chance this time, he’s got that briefcase and he’s going to destroy Katelyn with it.

Scott crouches at the knees with the case griped tight in his hands, the very case he’s been carrying for months in preparation of cashing it in to do exactly what he’s about to do right now, capture the World Championship.

Frankie: Lights out Katelyn, lights out.

Greyson: This isn’t fair at all.

A bloodied Katelyn works her way up from the ring just as Scott begins to spin towards her with the briefcase about to bash her upside the head. But just then someone gets in Scott’s way. That someone wearing big sunglasses and a ski cap has just emerged from the crowd, slid into the ring and is now jumping all over the World Champion. He stomps and stomps and stomps at Katelyn.

Frankie: Who the hell is this joker? SECURITY! Get this asshat outta the ring.

Greyson: Somebody has just jumped the guardrail and is attacking our World Champion.

Sparkles: Waaaait a minute, is this the person that Kat Kelly was talking to on the phone earlier?

Scott could care less who this person is. What he cares about is the fact that this guy just got in his way. He approaches this attacker, grabs him by the shoulder and begins to turn him around only to receive a straight punch across his chin. The shot knocks Scott back into the corner and causes him to drop the briefcase. All the while the man who just assaulted him grabs his sunglasses, pulls them away from his face and at the same time tears off his ski cap, revealing himself to be none other than….

Greyson: That’s RYAN WATSON! It’s-it’s-it’s RYAN WATSON!

Frankie: What the hell is HE doing here!?!

Sparkles: We’ve never seen Watson in an IWC ring before.

As Kat promised Monarchy finds a way to have as presence in this main event. Ryan has knocked Scott off of his feet and then does the same to both of his brothers. Michael has dropped from the apron and now stands beside David at ringside, the two looking shocked by what’s happening in the ring. They are so stunned that they don’t even realize that Ryan is running at the ropes and then leaping over them into a huge senton plancha. He takes out BOTH David and Michael at ringside.

Greyson: OOOOH GAAAHD!

Sparkles: Watson throwing himself into the Cannons.

Frankie: He’s just attacking EVERYONE!

Watson gets back to his feet and then shouts towards the crowd.

Watson: MONARCHY RULES!

The crowd is too shocked by his presence and his actions to even pick up on what he just said. They watch spellbound as Watson picks up both David and Michael then drive their heads together. He then slugs both men across their jaws, knocking them up the ramp. Back inside of the squared circle Scott has shaken off the punch he received from Watson and is picking up the briefcase to use it as a weapon. He sets up to nail Katelyn in the skull the second she puts herself in position. She is inching her way up from the ring and into a calamitous situation. She has no idea the fate that is about to befall her, Scott running in and swinging the briefcase right into her….nooo….Katelyn spins into the KTFO. Her roaring elbow smashes Scott in the jaw and causes his precious briefcase to go flying out of his hands.

Greyson: THE KTFO!!!!

Sparkles: It hit! It hit! It hit!

Frankie: NO-NO-NO-NO-NO!!

Shockingly Scott remains on his feet after suffering the roaring elbow but he is definitely not conscious of the fact that he’s still upright, nor is he aware what Katelyn is doing next. She goes into a headstand with the back of her legs striking the top rope and flipping her back into the LETHAL INJECTION. She catches Scott around the head and then drives him down with the diamond cutter! Scott’s face bounces off of the ring, flopping up from it and onto his back.

Greyson: LEEEETTHALL INNNNJJJJEECTTTION!!!

An exhausted and bloodied Katelyn crawls into the lateral press, arm draped over Scott’s chest. The referee’s hand swats the canvas with every fan leaping up and down with each slap.

And there it is, the three, the biggest three Katelyn has ever heard in her life.

Greyson: She did it! Holy effin’ Christ Katelyn has done it!

A hoarse Lovejoy continues to scream as best he can in the background in recognition of maybe the single greatest moment in Katelyn’s career. The triumphant World Champion is in absolutely no condition whatsoever to celebrate, but that’s not going to stop her from enjoying this landmark achievement in her career. She struggles to her feet while her arm is raised in a pose of victory. The World Championship belt is proudly given to her by Head Referee Marcus Mayfield. The gold hangs form Buehler’s hand, almost falling over it as she raises it over her head.

Sparkles: You have GOT to respect Katelyn Buehler for what she did here tonight.

Greyson: After being bashed in the face with the briefcase TWICE! After being assaulted by all THREE of the Cannon brothers. After being attacked by Ryan Watson. Still, STILL Katelyn Buehler walks out of this arena tonight with the World Heavyweight Championship.

Frankie: Which is why this has officially become the worse night of my commentating career.

All of her injuries at last catch up with Katelyn, who falls to her knees. She huffs and she puffs as she clings to the title that it took everything she had in her to retain here tonight. Cameras cut to the ringside area where Scott Cannon is sitting on the mats with his back slumped against the barricade. He just can’t believe it, he just can’t accept it. It hasn’t sunk in on him yet that he just LOST this match after all of his meticulous conniving. All of his plans didn’t account for one thing, the sheer resiliency of his opponent. Katelyn gets to her feet and stumbles along into the ropes, falling through them. She then approaches the barricade, steps right onto it and ultimately falls back into her fans. They carry the crowd surfing World Champion in a scene reminiscent of her title win back at Awakening.

Greyson: She’s done it guys. Katelyn survived EVERYTHING that was thrown at her here tonight. What an amazing moment for our World Champion.

Sparkles: What an amazing night.

Greyson: Congratulations Katelyn, you earned this, and you just proved to the world that you DESERVE that title.

Sparkles: Thanks everyone for joining us on what was an absolutely spectacular evening.

Greyson: Katelyn is leaving Las Vegas with the World Championship.

The final image we see is a bloodied Katelyn Buehler being carried on the hands of the crowd with the belt held out in front of her.

FADE TO BLACK

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Month: November 2015

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