The Uprising logo appears on the screen, spinning on an axis and pulsing in time with the sound of a heartbeat, as Eminem begins to rap over the increasingly fast noise
This is survival of the fittest
This is do or die
This is the winner takes it all
So take it all
The image of the Manhattan Centre in New York appears on the screen, several shots of the fans and the crowd waving banners in the air, mass hysteria coming from every corner of the arena
Wasn’t ready to being a millionaire, I was ill-prepared
I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there
From the beginning, it wasn’t ’bout the ends
It was ’bout busting raps and standing for something, f-ck an acronym
Cut the f-cking act like you’re happy, I’m f-cking back again
With another anthem, why stop when it doesn’t have to end?
It ain’t over ’til I say it’s over – enough when I say enough
Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up
Images flash up on screen and then sweep off to the side, and we see Drew Bryant and then Silas Mason grinning towards the camera. That image is replaced by images of Adam Chase, Tabitha Silverstone, Marcus Von Stanton and Ethan Von Aaron
I’m afraid of what’ll happen to them wolves
When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivated it
Weight is up; hands up like its 12 noon, nah, homie
Hold them bitches straight up; up wave ’em ’til you dislocate a rotator cuff
Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos
I ain’t deflate enough, last chance to make this whole stadium erupt
Now an image of Marie Jones flashes up, competing for the World title at Invictus, and then William Mason hitting his finisher on Christian Savior at the same event. An image flashes up of Riddick dropping crates on Gavin Taylor before we see Alana Starr leaping from the turnbuckle to land across a prone opponent. William Mason is then pictured atop a turnbuckle, holding the No Limits title in the air, till this is replaced by Vanilla Skyy and Tina Valentine going at it at ringside
[Chorus]
This is survival of the fittest
This is do or die
This is the winner takes it all
So take it all
The Uprising logo flashes back up on the screen, the heartbeat slowing down and the pulsing the same until it eventually explodes and is replaced by four words
END OF YEAR SPECIAL
The roof comes off the arena as both RIOT and Uprising fans makes their voices heard. The camera pans around the arena, picking up on various banners and then heading towards the announce table where Paul Hunter, David Mackie and Johnny Dollar are sat
Hunter: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to what promises to be an electrifying last night of IWC action, and for the first time ever, on one epic night…four hours of IWC action for you to take in, first us, and then RIOT straight after, it’s going to be immense.
Dollar: Damn right, I have looked forwards to this event since the format was announced
Mackie: Meh, sharing television time with RIOT sucks ass.
Hunter: You can feel this place rocking tonight, the first time the rosters have been under the same roof since the brand split, and thankfully behaving themselves at least for now.
Mackie: To be fair they have been warned both verbally and written
Dollar: I don’t like the fact Paradise and Sparkles have a bigger table than us though
Hunter: Come on guys…
Mackie: No, he’s right; I mean one of them is a puppet for Pete’s sake
Mackie is interrupted as a familiar tune hits over the PA system, the fans jumping to their feet.
Hunter: No, surely…it can’t be.
Mackie: No way
Hall of Fame emanates around the Manhattan Centre, and the place explodes as Drew Bryant in his custom made motorized wheelchair comes through the curtain, with Kitty Buehler by his side. The place goes absolutely nuts at the sight of him, and he seems almost driven to tears by the reaction.
Hunter: Drew Bryant is back in the building, on the final night of the year, and these fans love it.
Kitty passes him a mic, and he waits for the noise to die down, before lifting it to his mouth
Drew: Wow…so you missed me New York?
Another huge pop from the crowd brings another wide grin to his face
Drew: Honestly, I’d get up and applaud each and every one of you if I could.
He laughs, but the crowd isn’t sure how to take the joke
Drew: No, seriously, don’t feel sorry for me…I will walk again, and when I do, you’ll all get that applause I promise
Hunter: Classy move from Drew…it’s testament he’s even out here
Dollar: But why is he out here?
Drew: I couldn’t miss this night, not for anything, not just because I needed to be here in front of you all once again, but because there were a few things that needed dealing with. The first of which is you…Callista Christos
His eyes narrow
Drew: See, you could have stopped this, but you chose not to, so now, I have made a choice of my own. That choice, will bring about not only you, but the whole of New Eden, and WILL bring my sister back by my side. I know you will see this as some kind of joke Callista, but trust me when I say this, 2016 will bring about the demise of New Eden…I guarantee it.
Mackie: Big words from a man who can’t even walk
Dollar: He’s an intelligent guy. Maybe he has a plan?
Drew: Secondly, I’m here tonight to put the finishing touches on the contract for a new Uprising superstar, one that is going to rock the Uprising brand to its core. Oh, and to the board that ‘relieved’ me of my duties apparently…I CAN do it, because I’m Drew fucking Bryant…so fuck you.
Hunter: Drew showing a little anger at the IWC board there guys…something we don’t know about going on?
Dollar: Perhaps…they did seem to move pretty quickly
Drew: And on that note…when Uprising returns next year…I WILL be announcing the new Uprising General Manager. I accept I’m not right for the day to day running of the brand; it needs to be a ‘wrestling’ guy that does it. I have a few people in mind, and believe me folks, when the decision is made, it will be ME that makes it, and not some pencil neck behind a desk.
Hunter: Drew on fire tonight
Kitty whispers something in his ear which makes Drew laugh, and then nod his head
Drew: And finally, because I’ve already taken up enough of your time, it was with great pleasure that I watched Karen McBride win back her 25% ownership at Upping the Ante, and now that is the case, I believe that it is the right time to make this offer. So Karen, wherever you are in the building, I am offering you this one time deal…to buy 25% of the IWC from me, and make it joint ownership. I was wrong to think I could take this all on myself, so if you agree, get in touch.
Hunter: Wow, that’s huge
Mackie: Something like what happened to Drew gives you time to think, and it seems he has decided a lot of things whilst he has been away
Dollar: And good for him…I think he’s learned a lot from what happened
Hunter: Turning a negative into a positive.
Drew: Hopefully…tonight will see the announcement re our new roster member, but if not, I hope you all have a Happy Christmas, and a plentiful New Year. Enjoy the show.
His music hits again, and with a wave he backs through the curtain, the fans chanting his name.
Hunter: Drew Bryant making his presence felt and making it pretty clear he is still a part of this company, and always will be.
Kloe Masters is pictured walking through the backstage area, her eyes scanning the corridors as if looking for someone. She paints a picture of someone very determined, and when she comes to a halt, it is outside Tina Valentine’s dressing room. She pauses, looking that she may knock, but she doesn’t and instead walks straight in, Tina immediately jumping to her feet and on the defensive.
Tina: Get the fuck out of my dressing room; you have no right being here anymore
Kloe: It’s amazing how quickly you forget who the hell I am
Tina: A waste of time, disloyal, treacherous…need I go on?
Kloe: A waste of time that brought you the world title? Honestly Tina, every time you open your mouth you sound more and more pathetic.
Tina: You’d know all about pathetic though wouldn’t you? Taking Mason’s side the way you have
Kloe sighs
Kloe: See, there is my point…how have I taken his side?
Tina: You pretty must justified Rachel’s attack on me, how the fuck else can I take something like that?
Kloe: Tina, you opened your mouth, what did you expect?
Tina: Like I said, a bit of loyalty.
Kloe: I stood by you through EVERYTHING Tina
Tina: No, you humored me…nothing more.
Kloe shakes her head
Kloe: What happened to you?
Tina: I woke the fuck up, that’s all. Now get out of my dressing room before I do something we both will regret
Kloe: I’m not someone you need to be threatening Tina
Tina: Why, because you’ll set Jacob Laymon onto me? H.E.E.L maybe? You’re done Kloe; you’re all alone with nothing, no back up, and no power. You’re finished. Now leave, whilst you still have a little respect left or else I swear, I will smash those nice straight teeth of yours right down your throat.
Kloe doesn’t back down, and actually steps forwards and right into Tina’s grill
Kloe: Wrong choice Tina
Tina just laughs
Tina: Yeah…where you are concerned, I’ve made a few of those. Now GET THE FUCK OUT.
Kloe continues to stare, but then turns away, heading out the dressing room Tina watching her go with a grin on her face.
Vanilla Skyy walks into the arena to a huge ovation from the fans in attendance. Even from her vantage point she hears the noise and figures out she must be on camera, and waves. Those cheers are instantly replaced by boos however as Jessica Wilde steps into camera shot, her Sinistry surrounding her.
Jessica: I think we need to talk
Vanilla: I think you made it pretty clear at the PPV what you think
Jessica: I was trying to help
Vanilla: What? By making it looks like I couldn’t beat Chris by myself. Yeah, good plan Jess. And then tonight, instead of me being able to defend the title once again, I end up fighting my friends…all because of your stipulation.
Jessica: You will benefit greatly from the experience I assure you
Vanilla: NO, I won’t…I’m not joining the Sinistry Jessica, why don’t you get that?
Jessica: You will, once you have seen the power. I’m confident of that.
Vanilla sighs
Vanilla: Look, just get out of my way Jessica…
The Executioner steps forwards and in the way of Skyy
Executioner: Grrr
Vanilla looks up at him and then at Jessica
Vanilla: I suggest you get big ugly here out of my way, before I chop him down to my size
Jessica puts an arm on the Executioner and pulls him back as Benjamin pipes up
Benjamin: Ms Skyy, my esteemed colleague here is just suggesting that you reconsider your stance
Vanilla: Is that right?
Benjamin nods
Vanilla: Well, here’s a suggestion for you, I don’t take kindly to threats, nor do I like being told what to do. So here’s the thing. I’m a winner, so I’ll ensure that we win our match tonight Jessica, but after that, we are done. Do you understand?
Jessica: But Vee?
Vanilla: No Vee…I’m Vanilla Skyy, the Uprising World Champion, and I will never be a part of the Sinistry. Now…move.
Jessica nods to her flock, and then part, making a gap which Vanilla walks through and down the corridor
Benjamin: Now what my Queen?
Jessica just smiles
Jessica: Don’t worry Benjamin, once Vanilla sees what we do to her ‘friends’, she’ll realize that she has always really only had one choice, to join us.
Scene cuts to another part of the building where Sally is standing by
Sally: Ladies and Gentleman, I would like to present at this time, my guest…Gavin Taylor
Gavin steps into view, already in his wrestling gear
Sally: Gavin, at Upping the Ante you defeated Riddick in a hellacious match, a match that you said would be the end. You still feel that is the case.
Gavin: Riddick had a problem with me, I gave him the opportunity to resolve it, and he couldn’t. Now, I’ve proven that I am better than him; there is no need for me to fight him again
Sally: Do you think he will see it the same way?
Gavin: Honestly Sal, I don’t care how he sees it. I gave him his chance, and he couldn’t deliver on his promises, so now I move onto bigger and better things
Sally: Which tonight includes beating the Sinistry?
Gavin: Yeah, and the world champion
Sally: Do you think that adds another dynamic?
Gavin: Vanilla being in the match? Yes, of course it does. But Cassius, Chris and I have a chance to put a huge hold in the Sinistry this evening, something I would suggest Vanilla wouldn’t see as a bad thing.
Sally: What do you mean?
Gavin: Vanilla is a winner, and she’ll want to win this match, but will she stand in the way of us ending 2015 with the Sinistry on the back foot, I don’t think so. She’s a clever girl, and she knows that the True Sinistry isn’t what is right for this company. She’ll know what to do when the time comes.
Sally: Very cryptic
Gavin: Apparently it’s in fashion
Sally: So, as 2015 comes to an end, how would you say the year went for you?
Gavin: If I was grading myself, it would probably be a must do better. I’ve been close on several occasions, but never quite got over the line. That is going to change in 2016
Sally: How so?
Gavin: I think it’s about time I got my hands on some gold, but not just any gold…Vanilla Skyy’s world title, and when the New Year comes around, that will be my only focus. So Drew Bryant, if you really are back in the saddle, I’m glad to see you back bro, but save yourself a lot of heartache and book the match, because one way or another, it’s goanna happen.
Hunter: A huge challenge from Gavin Taylor. To the world champion none the less.
Dollar: He showed a couple of months ago that he was capable, with so many challengers though, will he get the chance?
Hunter: That is something we will look out for next year, but now it’s time for our first match of the evening, and one that promises to be a barnstormer.
Mackie: Gardner got the monkey off her back at Upping the Ante, putting Ember Young on the shelf in the process, and tonight she goes up again Damion Sommers who will be looking to rebound after losing to Lilith Evans.
“Nightmare” plays as the lights in the arena go out. The instrumental plays on as the entrance area slowly begins to light up. “Your NIGHTMARE” can be seen across the screen as Damion Sommer’s walks out from the back wearing a purple trench coat. Completely focused on the ring he makes his way down the ramp with a slight limp and hunched over a bit. He gets to the stairs as he slowly climbs to the side of the ring. Slowly getting into the ring he stands in his corner removing his trench coat, tossing it over the side.
Hunter: It may have been a bit of a surprise him losing to Lilith, but make no bones about it, this man is dangerous
Dollar: Definitely, I’m chalking that down as a one off. Crissy has to be at the top of her game, and may have to channel some of that brutal side we saw from her at the PPV
Man’s Voice: “Nine – one – one, what is your emergency?”
Woman’s Voice: “I think she just (thr)illed everybody!”
The opening of “The Last Fight” by Bullet For My Valentine plays throughout the building as the lights fade to black and a pair of strobe lights one red and blue start taking turns flashing like the lights of a police car on the entrance ramp.
Man’s Voice: “Who (thr)illed everybody?”
Women’s Voice: “The Serial (Thr)iller! She (Thr)illed everybody!”
A spotlight hits the top of the ramp showing Crissy standing there. Crissy stands there with her arms raised in the air wearing a knock out version of a correctional facilities’ jumpsuit that’s made with black fabric with silver lettering for the numbers on the left side of the chest and Property of Bad Behavior on the back. The top portion of the jumpsuit Crissy has left open leaving the white bikini top exposed for all to see.
“Can you see me through bloodshot eyes (through bloodshot eyes), Should I fight for what is right or let it die?”
Crissy brings down her arms and she starts loosening up her wrists while yelling to the fans that she’s about to knock someone’s ass out to get them even more pumped up.
“Now I’m choking on force fed lies, Do I fight or let it die? I will fight, one more fight, Don’t break down in front of me. I will fight, will you fight? I am not the enemy.”
She starts to make her way down the ramp trying her best to pump up the fans and stay focused on her impending match
“Everyone is sick of caring, No silver lining on the cloud that covers you, Let it pour and soak you through…”
Crissy pulls herself up onto the apron as they both on the apron. Crissy just stands on the apron for several moments as she watches the fans with a smile on her face. Before she seductively enters through ring ropes wiggling her ass for the fans.
“No hope, just desperation, So sit and wait for death, And pray it takes you soon. The addiction’s taking you.”
Once in the ring Crissy moves to one of the top turnbuckle and climbs to the middle pad. As she wanted them giving her everything they have with their cat calls as she waves her hands towards herself as if she was telling them to come on. As the lights start to come back from the rafter shoots a mixture of white and black pyro.
Dollar: A change of focus has brought about a change in fortunes…and Crissy will believe she can get this done tonight
Hunter: For sure, this has all the hallmarks of a knock down drag out match…and there is the bell, we are underway in this one
CRISSY GARDNER VERSUS DAMION SOMMERS
Crissy, showing all the confidence gained from her victory advanced, but finds herself immediately on a right hand shot from Sommers that sends her back on her heels, Sommers grabbing her by the wrist and whipping her across the ring and into the ropes. He scoops her up into the fireman’s carry and spins around; looking to plant her into the apron but Crissy escapes off his back and lands on both feet. Sommers spins around, straight into a right hand from Crissy, but as she fires off another Sommers ducks, and gouges her in the eyes. He then scoops her up and slams her into the mat spine first.
Hunter: Sommers with the early offence, Crissy’s momentum brought back to earth with a bump.
Mackie: A lot of people were surprised that Damion lost to Lilith, looks like he is looking to put that right here.
Sommers lifts her up and throws her into the corner, drilling her with a right hand and then one to the stomach that doubles her up in agony. He then lifts her up and spins around, power bombing her into the canvas, and straight into a pin
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Crissy kicks out, but Damion seems to realize that would be the case and he quickly picks her up, whipping her into the ropes. As she returns, he lifts his foot straight into her chin, leveling her once again. Sommers then bounces off the ropes and leaps in the air, landing a leg drop straight across her throat, then into a pin
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Crissy kicks out again, this time attempting to roll away but Sommers straight on her, looking her head into what looks like a choke hold, but Damion keeps turning so that the referee cannot see.
Hunter: Oh come on, that’s blatant.
Dollar: He’s not going to lose this one in a hurry. He has been totally dominant thus far.
Finally the referee sees the choke and demands Sommers release
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Sommers releases at five, and then picks Crissy to her feet, hooking her around the waist and lifting her up and over, slamming her once again into the ring.
Hunter: Belly to Belly Suplex…Sommers looking to break Crissy in this final match of the year for them both
He drops once again into a pin
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Another kick out from Crissy brings the fans to her feet. Sommer lifts her up and whips her hard into the corner, her spine crashing into the turnbuckle. He then runs in and leaps in the air, splashing her in the corner and then as she staggers out, talking her down with a thrust to the throat. Crissy goes down holding her throat, choking after the shot, as Damion goes to the top.
Mackie: Sommers going up top, and looking to end this early
Hunter: This could be a huge mistake
Sommers leaps, and into a frog splash, and comes crashing down. But Crissy lifts her knees, Damion crashing into them hard, and left rolling around the ring. Crissy rolls away and sits in the corner, trying to get her breath back and thankful for the break.
Hunter: Huge counter from Gardner, if he had hit that, this match could have been over already
Dollar: As it is, Crissy has found a way back, and she is up and on her feet.
Crissy clears the cobwebs and then drives her foot into the ribs of the downed Damion Sommers, and then again, stomping a mud hole in him. Sommers tries to get to his feet but receive an European Uppercut for his troubles which very nearly sends him through the ropes. He bounces off them as Crissy runs to the opposite side, leaping in the air and slamming into Damion with a Running Shoulder Block. Damion staggers again, and drops to one knee, Crissy running in and planting a foot on his thigh, before slamming her knee into the side of his temple.
Hunter: Shining Wizard…Sommers is down.
Crissy quickly scurries into a pin
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Sommer’s kicks out, Crissy dragging him up his feet, Damion reacting with a huge right hand which sends Crissy backwards. Damion then grabs her by the wrist and bails her into the ropes, and she bounces off them, leaping in the air and catching him with a Spinning Heel Kick, her foot connecting hard with his jaw, Sommers hitting the apron hard. Crissy then retreats to the corner and forward rolls, leaping in the air and landing across Damion with a splash, hooking the leg
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Damion kicks out, Crissy looking at the referee obviously frustrated, but leaping to her feet and climbing to the top.
Hunter: Where’s she going here?
Dollar: We’ve seen this many times, she’s waiting for Damion to get to his feet.
Sommers drags himself up, first to one knee and then to a vertical base, before turning to face Crissy who leaps from the top, landing across Damion with a Cross body. Sommers however rolls through the momentum, and its Sommers who gets the pin
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Crissy kicks out, and jumps to her feet, Sommers immediately getting to his and receiving a kick to the gut for his troubles. Crissy hooks him around the head and falls backwards, delivering DDT in the centre of the ring.
Hunter: DDT from Crissy Gardner…what a shot
Mackie: And there’s the pin.
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Sommers kicks out after the DDT, Crissy lifting him up before dropping into a backslide pin
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No, Damion kicks out again, the fans really now starting to get into this opening match
Hunter: Love her or hate her, you have to admit, Crissy has come on leaps and bounds since the split with Ember Young. She looks more aggressive, and ultimately faster than before
Mackie: Crissy said that she was being held back; maybe that really is the case
Crissy once again lifts Damion up, but he replies with a low blow that the referee doesn’t see. Damion then lands a head butt, and then another, rocking Crissy to her core. He lifts her up and spins her upside down, allowing her body to slide down his, before dropping to his knees, planting her head into the canvas.
Hunter: Huge piledriver from Damion, and he’s going up again
Mackie: This didn’t work out too great for him last time.
He holds his arms aloft before leaping, and landing a huge elbow drop from the top rope. Crissy looks well and truly out of it, as Sommers lifts her legs and steps through, before dropping to his back
Dollar: Figure four, right in the centre of the ring, Crissy in a world of trouble.
Hunter: She has to get to the ropes or this is over.
Sommer’s torques it for all he is worth; putting as much pressure as he possibly can on the move. Crissy tries to edge her way towards the ropes but Sommers has her stuck. She leans one way, and then the other, trying to get the momentum to counter the move and eventually manages to spin onto her front, changing the pressure onto Damion who has no choice but to let go of the hold. Crissy attempts to get to her feet, obviously in agony, but Damion has also taken some damage.
Hunter: Both of them feeling the effects of this opening match, and both of them will be also looking forward to the break
Mackie: For sure…it’s a whole month till we reconvene, that’s why they are not leaving anything behind.
Damion grabs Crissy by her wrist and bails her across the ring and into the ropes, scooping her up but Crissy using the momentum to nip over his shoulder, landing on her feet. Damion spins around, and walks straight into a Hurricanrana from Crissy, which drops him to the mat. Crissy then leaps onto the second strand and lands across Sommers with a Lion Sault, hooking the leg
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Sommers kicks out again, and is lifted up to his feet by his hair, Crissy jumping up in the air and landing across his neck with her leg, driving his head into the canvas
Hunter: Fameasser from Crissy Gardner, Sommers felt that
Mackie: And here’s the pin
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Sommers kick out yet again, the fans getting more and more excited. Crissy drags him up to his feet and hooks him around the head, running across the ring as Damion pulls the Brass Knucks from the waist of his pants, slamming his fist into her face.
Hunter: Nooo did you see that?
Mackie: The referee didnt, and heres the pin
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Damion Sommers rolls off Crissy and to the outside, immediately backing up the ramp
Announcer: You’re winner…Damion SOMMERS!!!
Sommers holds his arms aloft, the crowd booing, as the referee checks on Crissy
Hunter: Sommers with his first victory, but he steals it
Dollar: Crissy will have every right to feel aggrieved…when she wakes up that is.
Sommers disapeers through the curtain as Crissy is helped to her feet, still groggy
Hunter: Controversy straight off the bat…is this a sign of things to come
“Whoop…hey, up here…no, not there…here.”
The camera pans around the arena, and then to the rafters where Ambrosia is giggling and waving.
Ambrosia: There you go…
She throws her leg over the security barrier and sits on the edge showing no fear for the huge drop below her
Ambrosia: Now, you may be asking right now, what am I doing up in the rafters of the arena, generally sitting on the edge of my impending doom and acting with much tomfoolery? The answer to all those questions is quite simply…because I like it
Hunter: She is a strange one that’s for sure
Mackie: I think she’s cool
Ambrosia: Same as when I talk about whips and chains, and the slitting of throats, it’s not an act, it’s not me ‘pretending’ to be ‘hardcore’ like some people I could mention. I do it, because it’s me, being me.
Dollar: She has certainly gotten the attention of Riddick that’s for sure
Ambrosia: And that, you sexy people, is the reason why I made a point of singling out Mr Riddick, because Mr Riddick isn’t like the rest. He knows what true brutality is, and he doesn’t play at it either. When we say we are going to destroy each other we are not trying to sell tickets like Miss Primm Vanilla Skyy, or the Ghetto Prostitute Tina Valentine, we will kill each other for your viewing pleasure.
Hunter: And I believe her
Mackie: You should, anyone that has seen her in action will know she doesn’t mess around.
Ambrosia: So tonight, an epic saga begins, whereby you will see two people literally try to bleed the other dry. But don’t feel sorry for us…because we will do it with a smile. Chow, for now.
Hunter: That match will be coming up later, and looking at her, I’d say she cannot wait.
We cut to the dressing room of Flawless GOODness, where Alana is set and who to be fair looks VERY sorry for her, Ethan massaging her shoulder
Ethan: Come on, it’s not that bad, not really
Alana: Ethan, it’s really bad, in fact I’d go as far as to say it’s not GOOD not GOOD at all
Ethan: Oh, what’s wrong sweet pea
Alana: Just, I’m soooo disrespected here. We lost to Bubble Butt and that serial philanderer, and now tonight I have to get in the same ring as that two bit prostitute Tina Valentine. I think we should all just pack our bags and go to SCW
Ethan: Now, let’s not get hasty, the stuff that Mr Douche gets up to over there, makes Keenies skin crawl. They treat Keenie like a joke, and Keenie is not a joke.
Alana: But she doesn’t get disrespected week in week out
Ethan: Is Keenie the world champion?
Alana: No
Ethan: So there you go…huge disrespect. Look, Alana I didn’t want to say anything right away, but I’ve got something that will cheer you up.
Alana: Is it a holiday…it was good of you to send Keenie away on that break
Ethan: All part of the service sweetheart, and Keenie deserved a break after all the shit…
Alana: Language!!!
Ethan: Sorry…Poo, she has had thrown at her.
Alana: I don’t want to see the pee pee Ethan, not right now
Ethan: No, it’s not that…well, unless…
Alana: Ethan!!!
Ethan: Ok, OK, look, I’m planning a surprise for you as well
Alana: I like surprises, only the GOOD kind though
Ethan: You’re going to love this one
Alana: And it doesn’t involve find the sausage?
Ethan: Nope
Alana: Put the Tail in the Foo Foo?
Ethan: Nope…look, just trust me ok. You’ll love it, and it will turn that frown upside down. Promise
Alana: OK, I hope so
Ethan: I got some stuff to sort, but I’ll be back hot stuff.
He kisses her on the cheek and then heads out the room
The scene cuts once again to Sally, who is stood, albeit a little nervously with Riddick.
Sally: Riddick, last time out we saw you involved in a brutal match with Gavin Taylor, a match that you lost
Riddick: Before you continue, can I just remind you what happened to Kal when he pissed me off. How is he by the way?
Sally: He’s doing well; in fact he’s working tonight
Riddick: Good, I’ll have to say hello
Sally: Tonight you face Ambrosia, who has already made it clear why she wants to face you
Riddick: Yeah, Yeah, she’s the Harlequin of Hardcore, yadda fucking yadda
Sally: She says that you and her are about to…
Riddick: Yes Sally, I heard her monologue. Do you know how I interpreted it?
Sally: No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me
Riddick: You’d be correct. She’s hot for me Sally, seriously, the gal is literally foaming at the gash for a piece of Riddick. Luckily for her, I’m quite happy to oblige
Sally: I got the impression she wants to maim you
Riddick: That’s because you, like most women in this business are fucking stupid. It won’t be long till me and Ambrosia is doing the no pants dance, you just watch. In the meantime though, yeah, instead of just fucking her, I’ll be glad to fuck her up.
Sally: Before you go, Gavin Taylor said that the issues between you and him are over, and he has no desire to fight you again. Is it all over between the two of you?
Riddick: You know something Sally, Gavin may be a fucking idiot, but he can fight a great deal more than the Cassius fuckwit and that waste of fresh air Chris Davids. He can claim it’s over if he wishes, but it’s only over when I say so. And it will end with him laid unconscious at my feet.
Jessica Wilde is surrounded by Benjamin Flynn, Harbinger, Lilith Evans and the Executioner. She sits crossed legged in the middle, looking at each and every one of them
Jessica: Tonight my flock, tonight everything comes full circle, and our friend Vanilla Skyy finally finds her inevitable path. Tonight she will see first-hand how she would benefit from our alliance.
Harbinger: I think she sees it already my Queen
Jessica: Yes, I believe she does. She will get the confirmation she needs though when we put her friends to the sword, and joins her true friends.
Benjamin: Can I ask a question my Queen?
Jessica: Of course
Benjamin: Is there not a chance those others my rush to her cause should we take out the trio?
Jessica: You are correct to ask, and yes, there is the possibility that there could be interference from outside the Sinistry, however that is where the three of you come in…and my guest for this evening.
Harbinger: Guest?
Jessica: Yes my friend, tonight our numbers won’t just swell by one, but by two
Harbinger: I see
Executioner: Grrr Grrrrr
Lilith: Yeah he’s right, any clues?
Jessica: A clue, yes I think I can do that. Let’s just say that this person is very well known to Vanilla
Benjamin: No…not Darko, you haven’t.
Jessica: You like everyone else will have to wait and see Benjamin.
Benjamin: You’re a wicked tease my Queen
Jessica: I am, but I can assure you, the wait will be exquisite. All I need you to do is ensure no outside interference whatsoever. This match has to end clean; can you do that for me?
A collective yes, with a Grrr intermingled is heard.
Jessica: Then everything is ready then my flock. It’s time for the TRUE Sinistry to Rise to Greatness
Harbinger giggles
Jessica: Something funny?
Harbinger: No
Jessica: You sure.
Benjamin: You named a SCW PPV on IWC Television
Harbinger giggles again
Jessica: Really…you should get out more
Benjamin: I agree wholeheartedly my Queen
We cut to the corridor next to the refreshments stall, where Kal is stood
Kal: Ladies and Gentlemen, with me at this time…Kloe Masters
Boos ring out in the arena, Kloe nodding her head and laughing
Kloe: They really love me in New York don’t they?
Kal: I’m not sure they love you anywhere Kloe
Kloe: Ah, you’re probably right
Kal: Tonight, the two former Axis members, and the two people you built your group around face off for the No Limits title. Is it with mixed emotions you watch this?
Kloe: Errr…no
Kal: What do you mean?
Kloe: Have you not been reading social media over the last three weeks. Whereas William took his leave respectfully, Tina has done nothing but shout her mouth constantly. Honestly Kal, I hope William kicks her teeth down her throat and takes that title from around her skank waist.
Kal: Isn’t that a bit harsh?
Kloe: She deserves it Kal, she’s an ungrateful fuck that needs to be put in her place, and if I get my way, William will do that tonight.
Kal: OK, moving on…you stated that the AXIS was over; does that mean it’s all over for you in the IWC?
Kloe: I’d love to say no Kal, but the fact of the matter is this, my reputation, however low that was in the first place, took a pounding from my alliance with Tina Valentine. If my services are no longer required around here, then I will have no choice but to take my leave. However, the IWC isn’t the only wrestling company in the TRIAD, and SCW, ULW and the NxtGen would be well advised to remember that
Kal: We did see you at Misgivings, is that a sign?
Kloe: Read what you will Kal, but no matter what the spoilt brat might say, I’ve won ownership of this company, I’ve taken the then current World Champion to her limits, got rid of Silas Mason from Uprising, I’ve taken a turd like Tina and turned her into a polished champion, and I stopped William Mason from self-destructing. Unsuccessful Kal? I don’t think so. I’m not done, in fact, I’m only just getting started, and 2016 will see me start by decimating the rug rat and shutting her up, for good.
The sight of a parked van greets the viewers, its doors wide open while a female sits alone in the back smiling towards the camera, the “Harlequin of Hardcore” Ambrosia making her second appearance on IWC television in as many months. The newest member of the Uprising roster, the “Mistress of Mayhem” stares from her vehicle with an expression of joy etched all over her.
Ambrosia: So….Here I am. Back in IWC and ready to fight but first of all, I wanna address this whole “wedding of the year” thing with Selena Frost and Deanna Springs getting hitched at Christmas. Now, everyone knows I love a good time and I’d love nothing more than to be there but unfortunately….Well, apparently, I’m not allowed to attend on my own. Something about people being worried that I’d cause a scene, me needing my psychiatrist to chaperone me to things like that and she’s spending Christmas with her family.
So with no doctor to join me and the state unable to afford the security to whisk little ol’ me to a fancy celebrity shindig, I guess I haveta stay away. Sorry girlies, I know you both probably wanted me to show up, have a little food, give those reporters a shot of my cute little smile….Heh.
Good luck, though! It’s always good when two people bond themselves forever in a figurative way. If you wanna bond the real way, I could teach you how to tie someone up with whatever material you choose. I got rope, I got cables, I got….
The “Harlequin of Hardcore” turns and climbs into the back of her van fully, on her hands and knees as she searches through the collection of junk, rummaging through piles of random objects and shifting her personal belongings aside. A spare pair of knee-length black socks is tossed with abandon over her shoulder, followed closely by a purple dildo and then a burlap sack, taking something that had been hiding underneath the sack and crawling closer to the open doors.
Ambrosia: Handcuffs?
A pair dangles from her index finger, swaying gently with the steel glinting slightly in the available light until being replaced where they were found. Ambrosia then finds a long piece of material, tugging on it to get the full length of it exposed so that she can see what she’s discovered before turning back towards the camera and holding it up like a game of show and tell.
Ambrosia: Maybe a scarf? Hell, I got a spare straitjacket laying around here, see?
The “Mistress of Mayhem” clutches the straitjacket and hoists it up as if to prove she does indeed own one before tossing it towards the front of her van with a dull thud.
Ambrosia: I could even teach ya how to get outta them too, no problem. Kinda fun though, huh? All this focus on IWC, questions like, “How much is this gonna cost?” and, “How many new fans are we gonna have because of this?” but I guess what I’d really like ta know is whether The Snow Queen has a full-on avalanche down there or just a light sprinkling. Either way, we know there’s gonna be some plowing going on durin’ that honeymoon, huh?
A wicked grin flashes across her face briefly before she tilts her head and frowns while scratching the top of her head momentarily.
Ambrosia: Anyway, so the gist is that I can’t attend this whole celebratory thing and that sucks but luckily for me, I got something much more fun to do instead and it happens tonight. See, tonight, yours truly will fight Riddick in a hardcore match and that can only mean one thing. Pure…..Fucking……Chaos.
Hell, I could quote something my Vitriol came up with way back in 2009 and call this match “Insanarchy” because that’s exactly what it will be. Everyone watching tonight, wherever in the world you may be, you won’t have seen pure mayhem like this since the people of Ferguson, Missouri showed us how they practice for the Black Friday madness by breaking and looting as much shit as they could lay their hands on.
The “Harlequin of Hardcore” casually ruffles her long, blonde hair with her hand and lets it drop limply upon her shoulder, shifting slightly in the back of her van as her tone seems to shift too.
Ambrosia: Hurt me, Riddick. Do your fucking worst because I’ll do the same to you in return. This is my first IWC match. This is the second half to my first impression on everybody here. This is the night I take out any frustrations at not being allowed to attend a lesbian wedding at Christmas. This is my fucking wheelhouse, Riddick. My love and passion. I live for matches like the one we’ll have, it makes me feel good to have pain coursing through my body, blood leaking out of my body.
I’m bored with playing around with my menstrual blood, Riddick. I need to bleed from some place other than my cunt and be made to do it unnaturally, through whatever means at your disposal. I crave the chance to feel so alive with the sensation of pain that it drives me to a state of mind that makes the proverbial “red mist” seem like fuckin’ foreplay. I haven’t been allowed the chance to fight with the freedom we’ll have tonight for weeks and I’m more than desperate to scratch that itch tonight.
She stares intensely towards the camera and cracks a sly grin, shifting once more to sit upright and lean back, her body weight held up via her right hand while her left grabs at a black plastic box, revealed as her trusty taser. Ambrosia eyes it as though it were a lover, pushing the trigger button and watching as blue electricity appears and buzzes between two metal barbs, her grin widening at the sight and the sound of crackling lightning in the palm of her hand. Releasing the button, Ambrosia pushes off her right hand to lean forward again, ready to speak once more but frowning in confusion towards her right.
Ambrosia watches as Mika Kozlov wanders into view wielding a cupcake with a mountain of blue frosting on top. The two stare at one another silently until Mika looks down at her cupcake, scoops off some frosting with her index finger and wipes it onto Ambrosia’s cheek, the “Mistress of Mayhem” still perplexed but refusing to move, despite the taser still in her grasp. Mika smiles then leans closer, slowly licking the frosting from Ambrosia’s face and taking a step back to savor it, both women staring the other directly in the eye.
Mika breaks this stony showdown by smiling and winking towards Ambrosia, turning on her heel and starting to hum “Pop Goes The Weasel” as she skips away, disappearing from view but still being heard moving further and further away. The “Harlequin of Hardcore” grins broadly, perplexed but clearly enjoying such a strange meeting of seemingly like-minded individuals.
Ambrosia: She. Is. Awesome!
Hunter: Harsh words from Kloe there, and whilst that was playing on the big screen, we got ourselves a visitor.
As the screen fades, the camera pans back to the ring where Tina is stood laughing. Eventually she composes herself enough to speak
Tina: Fuck me…
Mackie: Is that an offer?
Dollar: I don’t think you’re her type
Mackie: Why…I pay
Tina: Are you people really still buying into this holier than tho attitude from Mrs. Never Was? I mean, what she has ever done in this business other than sleep with the former owner. Shiiiit, everyone’s slept with Lando it seems except me.
Boos ring out, but not in support of Kloe, but to shut Tina up.
Tina: I’m supposed to thank her for becoming world champion. I did that, not her, I became the fucking world champion and would have done with, or without her in my corner. She’s a fake; she’s a smokescreen with no power over wrestling AT ALL. But more than anything, she’s a fucking joke.
Mackie: Tina retaliating and then some
Hunter: To be fair, she does have the right
Tina: Tell you what bitch, instead of sitting in the back and spewing your bullshit, why don’t you come out here and face me, woman to woman. Then we shall see just how much sway you have over this business, when I plant you in the center of this ring.
Tina looks up the ramp way
Tina: Come on you slut…let’s see how brave you really are
She stand sin the middle of the ring, and waits, and then waits some more, but it quickly becomes obvious Kloe isn’t coming.
Tina: Yeah, I thought so…fucking spineless.
She paces the ring like a tiger, looking out over the fans
Tina: And you lot, you loved Mason’s latest girlfriend attacking me at Upping the Ante didn’t you? Yeah, apparently it’s ok to cheap shot as long as it’s someone you fuckers like. I mean, this is the same girl who tried to resign the day after, and trashed an office when she didn’t get her own way. She’s a joke, just as much as Kloe is a joke…and you fuckers, you’re a joke too.
Hunter: Tina not making many friends here
Mackie: I honestly don’t think she cares.
Tina: But you know what isn’t a joke? The fact that tonight, I’m going to defend this title against Kloe’s little favorite. I’m going to make it clear without any doubts whatsoever that this title belongs around my waist, and send William out of the IWC the way he came in, with fuck all. Then, next year, Vanilla Skyy watch out…because I’m coming for my title and you won’t be able to stop me…bitch.
She drops the mic, and slides out the ring, avoiding the fans who try to touch her at ringside.
Hunter: Tina making it clear she isn’t playing games, and if I was Kloe Masters, I’d stay well out of her way.
Dollar: I don’t think Kloe knows how to play nice, and from listening to her, I’d say she has a little surprise for Ms. Valentine before this evening is out.
Ba’al stands over Eve who is taping up her wrists, being assisted by Siqua. Eve looks all focused for her match with Alana Starr, a match that could have wider repercussions for 2016
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Ba’al: Ahhh, the end of the year special, an event with many memories for me, some good, some bad.
Siqua: We are sorry we failed you
Ba’al: Not at all my dear, when I brought you both to the IWC I didn’t assume for one second that you would rise to a shot at the tag titles, and Eve would already be a champion. This has been a very productive time for us, and we are way ahead of schedule
Eve: We please you?
Ba’al: Yes, Yes…and you will please me once more when you eradicate this ‘GOOD’ rubbish we have had to endure for so very long. Alana Starr is one of their protected ones Eve, if you beat her, they won’t be able to hide that title away from you for much longer
Eve: You…would like me to win the X-Class title?
Ba’al: I would like you to win EVERY title my Eve, and you will. Alana’s reign is on borrowed time, and I would like you to be the one that ends it.
Eve: I will
Siqua passes her wrestling boots, and then gets to her feet
Siqua: Is there anything else you would have me do?
Ba’al: Yes my dear, in fact there is. Eve here can take care of Ms Starr alone this evening; I would like you to find out whatever you can of New Eden’s plans on Uprising. Other than what they did to Mr Bryant, they have been fairly quiet of late, that cannot last.
Siqua: I will do what I can
Ba’al: I know you will
Siqua gives a respectful nod to both Ba’al and then Eve before leaving
Eve: Is everything now in place?
Ba’al: It certainly is my dear, we have had a while to wait, but now we are ready. At Uprising Nine, the IWC is going to find out exactly how powerful the Frost family is, and what hold it has over this company
Eve: And then?
Ba’al: And then Eve…we will destroy ALL our enemies until there is only ourselves and New Eden left.
Eve: And then there can only be one?
Ba’al: Yes my dear, there can only be one.
Hunter: Does anyone else get the feeling that we have some kind of impending Apocalypse?
Dollar: I’ve thought it for a while, that something was on the verge of happening. I don’t think 2016 is going to be remember for a lot of right reasons
Mackie: Meh, you two worry too much
Hunter: Well, worrying is in my nature, and I worry as to what is about to happen next. It’s Ambrosia versus Riddick guys.
Mackie: Oh goodie…this is going to be immense.
The screen cuts into static and then a cacophony of different grotesque and bloody images, mixed with headlines from various newspapers of murders, mutilations, rapes and wars as “Feisty Cadavers” by John 5 begins to play.
Stepping out onto the stage, Ambrosia grins sadistically, letting out a scream to the sky as she cracks her neck to the left and right before walking down the ramp, rubbing her hands while a huge grin forms across her face, an almost gleeful look at the carnage that could await.
Announcer: Making her way to the ring, from Lexington, Kentucky, she is the “Harlequin of Hardcore”……AMBROSIA!!!
After her introduction, Ambrosia walks around the ring like a predator surveying the landscape before rolling in under the bottom rope. She looks out at the crowds as she leans forwards on her knees, using the ropes as bars as if she were jailed within, licking her lips hungrily and sneering.
Getting back up to her feet, Ambrosia walks to the corner and steps up on the turnbuckle, grinning sadistically at the fans. Bringing her hands out to her sides, she mocks the fans and then drops back down to the ring before dropping to her knees and letting loose a guttural scream.
Hunter: Ambrosia, making her in ring debut tonight, and with the match she wanted
Mackie: These two go like peas in a pod. It’s not going to be pretty, but it is going to be brutal.
Dollar: And Ambrosia is already licking her lips in anticipation.
The lights go out in the arena and a blood red spotlight hits the entrance way as Evil Ways by Blues Saraceno the Justice Remix hits over the loud speaker. Riddick slowly saunters out to the music and without stopping he walks down the aisle with an intense look on his face and a sneer towards anyone who catches his eye. Boo’s rain down from every corner of the arena, but Riddick pays them no attention, almost seeming to enjoy the hatred. Riddick then rolls under the bottom rope and sits up with his hands on his knees and a cold, blank look on his face. He gets up slowly and raises one arm in the air, bringing an even bigger reaction from the capacity crowd. He then turns to Ambrosia and blows her a kiss.
Hunter: Riddick to me looks more like he wants this match than any other thus far.
Mackie: Just let them go referee…
Announcer: I have just been informed by the back that this match will be. NO HOLDS BARRED
The bell rings, and immediately the pair are on each other, Riddick slamming his forearm into Ambrosia’s face over and over again.
AMBROSIA VERSUS RIDDICK
Hunter: Riddick not messing around here, thunderous forearms to Ambrosia’s face.
Ambrosia seems to enjoy the shots, her smile reddening as blood already seeps through her teeth.
Dollar: Blood, already, and Riddick is not stopping
The referee moves in, trying to break the hold, but Riddick jumps to his feet and grabs the referee around the throat, choke slamming him into the canvas
Hunter: What the hell?
Mackie: No holds barred Paul…anything goes
Riddick turns backs to Ambrosia who reaches up and grabs him around the crotch, getting a full hand full and squeezing for all she is worth. Riddick’s eyes water as he is dragged back towards the corner. Once there, Ambrosia grabs the back of his head and slams it into the turnbuckle, and then again, bailing him through the ropes and to the outside. She smiles straight into the camera; her blood stained teeth evil looking and then slides out the ring and after her opponent. Riddick responds with a huge right hand and then a double punch to her breasts that sends her backwards and onto the announce table. But she reaches back and grabs a monitor, swinging it and sending it crashing into the face of Riddick. Riddick hits the floor hard, and immediately we see blood pouring from a wound on his forehead, which is combined by a huge gash on his cheek
Hunter: Ambrosia has just destroyed Riddick…what a shot
Mackie: That was my monitor…bitch
Ambrosia kneels by the side of Riddick, and licks the blood away from his wounds, her eyes widening as if in ecstasy.
Hunter: She…is…weird
Ambrosia drags Riddick up to his feet, and slams his head into the security barricade, and then then apron, finishing it off with a running bulldog onto the steel steps. A second referee comes running down the ring and immediately remonstrates with Ambrosia who is digging her nails into Riddick and drawing blood. The referee points at his jersey, and for a moment it looks like Ambrosia is going to back off, but then see lunges forwards, Super Kicking the referee, who falls backwards slamming his skull on the ramp. As she does, Riddick reaches under the ramp and pulls out a chair, Ambrosia turning and once again licking her lips as Riddick brings the chair down on her skull, the chair almost folding around her head. Ambrosia doesn’t slump to the floor however, which makes Riddick swing the chair yet again, this time taking Ambrosia down. He picks Ambrosia to her feet, but she drives him backwards, all the way down the ramp, slamming his spine into the apron and almost breaking it in half. Bailing Riddick into the ring, Ambrosia now reaches under the ring and brings out a steel pipe, throwing it into the ring and then following it in.
Dollar: This match is insane, no two ways about it.
Mackie: I don’t think either of them cares about pinfalls. They just want to kill each other.
Riddick gets to his feet, Ambrosia picking up the steel pipe as Riddick staggers back into the corner. She leaps in the air and brings the pipe slamming down, Riddick just getting out the way in time, the pipe crashing into the steel ring post. As Ambrosia turns, Riddick drills her with a devastating kick to the groin which causes her to drop the pipe, and then then follows it up with a shoulder block, sending her back towards the ropes. As she bounces back, Riddick picks up the pipe and brings it upwards, right underneath Ambrosia’s jaw, the impact lifting her off her feet and sending her backwards and to the mat.
Hunter: Horrific, brutal shot from Riddick, the pipe slamming into Ambrosia’s jaw
Dollar: This match is off the chart
Mackie: This match is everything Ambrosia hoped it would be
A bloody and beaten Riddick struggles to his knees but does so with a sickening smile, staring wild-eyed at equally bloody Ambrosia before rolling out of the ring and lifting the apron skirting to look underneath the ring for yet more mayhem. The fans cheer wildly as if their bloodlust matches those of the participants of this match, roaring louder when Riddick produces a small burlap bag from under the ring, holding it up ceremoniously so that the watching world can see what he has in his grasp.
Hunter: Ohhhh boy….
Mackie: As if this match wasn’t already violent enough.
Ambrosia begins to stir as Riddick snakes his way underneath the bottom rope and back into the ring, untying the string keeping the bag closed and pouring the contents onto the canvas like a fountain of brass, tacks spilling at his feet until the bag has been emptied. With blood pouring from his forehead, Riddick looks even more maniacal than usual, teeth bared as he grabs at the Harlequin of Hardcore and forces her to her feet in a bent position, putting her head between his thighs.
Dollar: Let’s hope she’s not a virgin because she’s going to have at least one prick in her any second now.
Riddick hoists Ambrosia up to the power bomb position but she instantly starts drilling him in the head with stiff right hands, every blow landing on his wound as more blood pumps out of him, turning Ambrosia’s knuckles red.
Hunter: She’s fighting back!
Dollar: Now she’s biting him! She’s insane!
Mackie: OH MY GOD, HE GOT HER!
The fans groan loudly at the sound of the forceful impact Ambrosia’s body made with the canvas after the Riddick power bomb, a replay window opening to show her carcass landing directly onto the pile of tacks and bouncing an inch off the mat, Riddick also collapsing after the move due to the blood loss and Ambrosia’s attempt at a comeback only moments before. The replay ends and shows the aftermath of the move, Ambrosia’s right arm twitching slightly and showing that at least she’s conscious.
Hunter: These two are just….wow, one of them might end up dead tonight.
“THIS IS AWE-SOME!”
*CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
Mackie: I agree with these people. Jesus Christ, this-
Dollar: What the hell….?!
Ambrosia’s right hand manages to find her stomach, resting upon it momentarily before snaking its way downwards and slipping inside her shorts. A smile and a twisted laugh emanates from her as her knees raise slightly, the fans in the Manhattan Center popping when they realize what she’s doing.
Mackie: Well, I always heard she admitted to enjoying pain, I never knew she enjoyed it that much.
Hunter: Wait a second!
Ambrosia’s self-pleasure is halted by Riddick with a lateral press, yet another referee cautiously finds a spot on the mat that doesn’t have tacks and starting to make the count.
1….
2….
No, Ambrosia’s left shoulder pops up at the last second!
Hunter: Riddick almost getting it done, but this match is unbelievably intense…I can’t believe these two
“Whoa, Whoa, Whoa”
The video screen whirrs into life, Drew Bryant appearing on the screen
Drew: What the hell are you two on…referee’s are to be respected damn it.
Hunter: Damn straight
Drew: With that in mind, this match is OVER…Double Disqualification.
The crowd boos, not liking that decision one bit. Riddick is on his feet, and he looks over at Ambrosia, the pair of them shrugging their shoulders, both grabbing the referee and double power bombing him into the steel tacks. With a handshake, the pair then continue to trade blows, both of them falling out the ring and only stopping when security makes its way down
Hunter: Drew laying down the law
Mackie: Yeah, and look what happened…another referee gets killed as a consequence.
Dollar: This is certainly not over between these two…things are going to get very ugly before that happens
Adam is stood next to Vanilla Skyy as she goes through her mental preparations. He doesn’t want to disturb her, and waits till she is finished and her eyes snap open
Vanilla: Is there something troubling you Adam?
Adam puffs out his cheek, rubbing his eyes
Adam: I don’t like this match Vee; I’m going to be honest with you
Vanilla: I’ll admit, I’d rather be defending the title on the last show of the year, but I’m not, I’m teaming with the Sinistry. But at least once this is over, I’ll be able to turn to Jessica and tell her no, one last time
Adam: That’s what worries me
Vanilla: Jessica won’t hurt me Adam; if she wanted to she would have done it a long time ago. I’m more concerned to be facing my friends again.
Adam: Friends that want your title don’t forget.
Vanilla: Yes, granted…but friends that know what respect is. They are all good guys; I have nothing to fear from them, or anyone in this match
Adam: I hope your right
Vanilla: I am, let Jessica have her little ‘showcase Sinistry’ match and then she will have no more excuses to make.
Adam: And you definitely have no intention…
Vanilla: Please Adam, don’t finish that question.
Adam stops himself, and turns to walk away
Vanilla: Adam?
Adam: Yeah?
Vanilla: Thank you for everything this year. I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much I appreciate you taking a chance on me.
Adam: It’s been my pleasure Vee. Here’s to 2016 hey?
Vanilla: Damn right…see you out there.
Adam: Wouldn’t miss it for the world.
We cut to the parking lot, Cindy Todd stood outside with Serenity, the camera panning out further to reveal both Callista and Melissa
Cindy: Can you feel it Sister, the fear in the air?
Callista: I can, the Frost, they are running. They know that the end of this particular epic is near.
Cindy: I assume that your plans are beating fruit on Uprising?
Callista: They are…it is now only a matter of time before the Frosts and the Sinistry engage, then I will make my move
Cindy: And Melissa, can I trust that she is almost ready?
Callista: She will be my sister
Cindy: Good…then we are set.
Callista: Was very interesting to see Drew Bryant return, didn’t see that one coming. Got to love a plot swerve like that one
Cindy: Yes, it was surprising; it seems Mr Bryant has a little more about him that I first thought.
Callista: Shall I conclude this evening?
Cindy: No my dear, let’s see what he has planned for Uprising first, then we shall deal with him. Till then, he won’t touch us whilst we have Melissa
She puts her forefinger under Melissa’s chin and smiles.
Cindy: Yes, I’d say things are looking very good for New Eden wouldn’t you girls?
Every member of New Eden nods, none of them noticing Siqua lurking in the shadows close by.
Siqua: Mr Frost will be pleased with me…I must…
A 2×4 slams into the back of her neck, immediately rendering her unconscious. Siqua drops lifelessly to the floor, her attacker going unseen. Cindy looks towards the figure, who lingers off camera, responsible for laying out Siqua.
Cindy: Very good, my dear.
Cindy sneers, a look of absolute devilment filling her face
Cindy: Ah, my dear Siqua…time for you to truly serve the Frosts.
Drew sits in an office, not his usual one but one that has been hastily put up after his surprise arrival. With him is Kitty Buehler, looking as beautiful as ever, whilst also taking care of Drew
Kitty: You really should slow down you know?
Drew: After this it’s over a month until the next show, I’ll rest up then.
Kitty: So, what you doing for Christmas?
Drew: Hadn’t thought about it really
Kitty: How’s about you and me…spend it together. Go somewhere nice, log fire, cabin somewhere in the woods.
Drew: That sounds perfect, and with the tread on this chair, I can go anywhere
Kitty: That’s settled then…can’t wait.
Drew: Me neither
She kisses him on the cheek, just as Sophie James walks into the office
Sophie: Err; sorry…I should have knocked
Drew: Yes you should, but as you are here what can I do for you?
Sophie: It’s good to see you back by the way boss
Drew: Yeah enough of the flannel, what can I do for you?
Sophie: I was wondering, what with Marie on the shelf so to speak…
Drew: What happens to your Tag team title shot right?
Sophie: Well, yeah, actually. I did win a shot at the tag team champions
Drew: Indeed you did, and it’s only fair you get that shot.
Sophie: I mean, I’ve spoken to Marie, and she reckons she will return, but…
Drew: You don’t want to wait
Sophie: Exactly
Drew: Well, how’s about this Sophie, first Uprising of the New Year, you get yourself a willing victim, and I’ll book the match, Wicked Intent versus Sophie James and her partner? Deal?
Sophie nods
Drew: Good…now if there isn’t anything else
Sophie: No, I’m golden
Drew: Excellent, if you would excuse us then Sophie
Sophie: Of course…oh, and Drew?
Drew: Yeah
Sophie: It really is good to have you back.
Drew: Thank you Sophie
As she leaves and closes the door, Drew looks up at Kitty and grins
Drew: Tell you what Kitty, if I’d have known that all it would take was getting paralyzed to get some respect, I’d have done it years ago.
Kitty: Just wait till they find out who you have in mind for the General Manager job…they will love you then
We cut too backstage and the medical centre, Riddick having several lacerations tended to, and being ever the awkward patient.
Riddick: I swear, in one fucking minute I’m going to shove that needle where the sun doesn’t shine.
The nurse backs off, Riddick giving her a glare. Another nurse takes the needle, but Riddick gets to his feet.
Riddick: I’m warning you, I’ll fuck you up
Nurse: There is no need to take that tone…
Riddick: I will turn you inside out if you come anywhere near me bitch, don’t test me
“Wow, aren’t you an angry old beat this evening?”
Riddick looks past the nurse and towards Crissy, who is smiling in his direction. Riddick seems to soften, if he is even capable of softening that is.
Riddick: Got a thing for needles, can’t stand the things
Crissy: There are a lot of cuts…that was quite a war out there
Riddick: Bout fucking time I got one instead of all the pussying about that’s been going on. She’s a feisty one that’s for sure.
Crissy runs her hand across one of his wounds, Riddick not even flinching.
Riddick: Is there something you want Crissy?
Crissy: Not something I want something you need.
Riddick: Oh yeah, and what’s that?
Crissy: Let me help you…let me help you take down Ambrosia
Riddick: I don’t need your help Crissy
Crissy: Maybe, maybe not. But imagine the fun we could have
Riddick: I’m not sure a pretty girl like you is right for this line of work
Crissy: Don’t let the looks deceive you; I could be of major assistance to you.
Riddick licks his lips.
Riddick: Is that right?
Crissy nods
Riddick: OK then doll, give me a call over the holidays, maybe we’ll sort something out.
Crissy: Excellent, you won’t regret it.
Riddick: I hope not, for your sake
Another nurse, this time male, approaches him with the needles, and receives a right hand straight to his nose which busts him open.
Riddick: I said…FUCK OFF!!!
Crissy walks off, to begin with, with a smile, but that smile rapidly changes to a grimace, and she visibly shudders
Crissy: Ewww.
Hunter: Did you guys see that? It looked like she was looking for an alliance with Riddick, but what was that shudder all about
Mackie: I have no idea, but I hope she isn’t playing Riddick, because that isn’t just career ending, it can be life threatening. I’m sure she isn’t though, and it was just a trick of the camera
Dollar: She’s playing with fire, whichever way you look at it.
Hunter: It’s now time for our next match, and this is likely to be a show stealer as perhaps the biggest Uprising up and comer takes on Alana Starr, the longest reigning champion on the Uprising brand.
Dollar: Eve wins this; she has to put herself in line for an X-Class title shot, and another step closer to claiming the world title Ba’al believes is her destiny.
*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 figure of Eve standing in the centre of the stage. The lights continue to flicker in time with the beat of the music and out of nowhere Ba’al appears by Eve’s side as a spotlight hits the centre of the stage and Eve throws off the white sheer hooded robe she was wearing to pose in a mock crucifix as the fans boo. Lowering her arms, Eve turns her cold eyes to the ring and begins to make her way down the ramp with Ba’al at her side.
Ring Announcer: “Making her way to the ring, accompanied by former IWC World Heavyweight Champion Ba’al, she weighed in earlier tonight at one hundred twenty four pounds and hails from Finsing in Germany. She is… EVE!!!”
The crowd continues to boo as Eve and Ba’al reach the bottom of the ramp and Eve walks up the steps as Ba’al hops onto the apron to pull the ropes open for her to step through before entering over the middle rope himself. Eve makes her way to the middle of the ring and adopts the mock crucifix once again before lowering her arms back down to her side and she blanks the crowd as she retreats to her corner where Ba’al climbs out of the ring and remains on the apron, standing on the outside of her corner as he leans on the ropes and whispers something into his protégé’s ear as her music fades and the lights return to normal.
Hunter: This girl has been super impressive since debuting, and has lost only a couple of matches during that time.
Dollar: Alana has her hands full, no doubt about that.
Hunter: Eve wins this, she puts herself in the upper echelons of the main event, perhaps even in Alana’s place.
The spotlight starts to shuffle through the entrance as the arena goes dark. Some huge red curtains drop down in the front of the entranceway and a carpet is rolled out. Suddenly the tunes of “I’m A Good Girl” by Christina Aguilera begins to play as suddenly 6 girls dressed in outlandish Burlesque lingerie out fits walk and starts to dance in the old tradition. The fans look on as the music continues….
The dress is Chanel, the shoes YSL
The bag is Dior, Agent Provocateaur
My address today, L.A. by the way
Above Sunset Strip, the Hills all the way
My rings are by Webster, they make their heads twirl
They all say “Darling, what did you do for those pearls?”
What?! I am a good girl….
The screen shows the word “Sexy GOOD” as the gorgeous Alana Starr walks out in her wrestling tights but wearing a burlesque jacket and hat followed by Ethan von Aaron in a tux and top hat with a cane, the two dance for a moment on stage before he bends her backwards and plants a huge kiss on her. Holding hands the two make their way to the ring as the Burlesque dancers continue to dance on the stage as the GOOD Couple walk together hand in hand as the theme continues to play…..
B.H. I adore, Rode-O L’amore
Breakfast Polo Lounge, and poolside for sure
The Chateau for cocktails, the Courtyard at nine
Dan Tana’s for dinner, the Helen’s* divine
You know I have found, the word’s gone around
They all say my feet never do touch the ground
What?! I am a good girl….
Alana and Ethan get to the ring; he helps her to the mat and then holds the ropes open for her to enter the ring. The GOOD Girl dances a little and poses in the middle of the ring stretching her arms out allowing Ethan the chance to take off her jacket and hat. She smiles at Ethan and kisses him again before climbing the ropes and flipping into a standing moonsault. She smiles at the crowd as Ethan applauds waiting for the match to start as the theme starts to fade……
You know I have found, the word’s gone around
They all say my feet never do touch the ground
What?! I am a good girl….
I am a good girl!
Hunter: Ethan promises her a surprise, nothing on that at the moment but we have been hearing that he left the building earlier and has only just returned. What does he have under his sleeve?
Mackie: I honestly dread to think
Dollar: Well, I’m guessing we may find out after this match, and there is the bell to kick us off.
ALANA STARR VERSUS EVE
Hunter; Something that hasn’t been discussed with this match, Ethan and Ba’al on the outside, these two simply do not get on.
Mackie: I’d love to see them step into the ring, just once.
Dollar: Ba’al says his done, and is concentrating on Eve and Siqua now, but as we have found out many times here in the IWC, never say never when it comes to the roster as anything can and usually does happen.
Alana and Eve ties up, and jostle for position, the two of them trying to get the advantage. Eve seems to be the one with the power advantage and she pulls her into the corner, but Alana slips out, landing a right hand which Ethan cheers on. Eve however replies with one of her own, and then a kick to the stomach, before locking Alana around the chin in a chin lock and attempting to take her to the mat. Alana however slips out the hold and kicks Eve in the thigh, following that up with another which drops Eve to one knee. Alana then grabs Eve in a head lock, Eve then pushing Alana towards the ropes and bouncing her off them to the other side. Eve goes for a clothesline which Alana ducks underneath and then jumps onto the second rope, spring boarding off it with an Elbow. Eve however sees it coming and catches her in midair, using the momentum to back body drops her into the canvas.
Hunter: Good early exchange by these two early doors, to be expected however as both are champions at this time.
Dollar: For sure, you’ve got to love whoever booked this match for the EOYS…it’s genius.
With Ethan’s words of encouragement ringing in her ears, Alana gets to her feet, Eve also shouting at her to get up. As she does, Eve thrusts out a boot which Alana catches, before sweeping away Eve’s standing leg and then spinning her over into a half Boston Crab.
Hunter: Good counter and that’s why she is the X-Class champion and has been for so long.
Mackie: You do actually forget that with Eve, because she has been so dominant you forget she is still a rookie here.
Eve scratches at the canvas and pulls herself closer to the rope, grabbing them and the referee calling for a break. Alana doesn’t get chance however as Eve, using the ropes for leverage spins around and catches Alana under the jaw with a devastating kick. Alana staggers back into the center of the ring, Eve jumping up to her feet and running towards Starr who reacts by scooping her up and slamming her into the canvas.
Hunter: See there you see it, the inexperience. Ba’al cannot teach that, Eve needs to learn.
Mackie: And learn she will, but Alana is a top, top talent in this company, Eve is bound to find it tough.
Alana picks Eve up and whips her into the ropes, Eve responding with a Shoulder Block which rocks Alana back on her heels. Eve then hits her with a brutal right hand which drops her to one knee, Alana immediately nipping back up and straight into a Clothesline.
Dollar: Seems she learns quickly
Eve picks her up and whips her into the corner, following it up with a Body Splash, crushing Alana against the turnbuckle. Eve then nips up onto the second rope and leaps from is, looking for a Double Knee to the chest, but Alana jumps out the way, Eve landing on her feet just in time for Alana to take her out with a Thrust Kick to the chest, sending Eve back towards the ropes. As she returns, Alana kicks her in the stomach, and then takes her to the mat with a Swinging DDT.
Hunter: This is quite a match thus far, to-ing and fro-ing all over the place. Both getting in their shots and showing why they won their respective championships
Alana drags Eve up by her hair, and hits her across the chest with a knife edge chop, and then another, following it up with a third which has Ethan jumping up and down with excitement. Ba’al makes his way around the ring, and starts pointing and threatening Ethan, Von Aaron moving around the other side of the ring to stay away from him
Dollar: Is Ethan scared of Ba’al?
Mackie: If he isn’t, he should be. I’m sure Ba’al hasn’t forgotten Ethan’s troubles with his brother.
Alana goes for an Irish Whip into the other corner, but Eve reverses it, and it is Alana that crashes into the corner, Eve running in and following it up with a knee to the stomach which bends Alana over, Eve grabbing her hair and driving her face into the canvas. Now it is Ba’al’s turn to smile as Eve climbs onto the second rope and leaps from it, driving her knee down and into the kidneys of a downed X-Class Champion. Eve jumps to her feet and raises her arms, which brings a few cheers, but also quite a few boos from the crowd who are obviously not sure who they want to win this one.
Hunter: This match has literally split the arena in two…which will be a lot different for two people who are used to receiving boos and nothing else.
Eve picks Alana to her feet and hooks her around the waist, lifting her up and looking for a Suplex. But Alana shifts her weight and lands on her feet behind Eve, and reaches back, grabbing Eve underneath the jaw and dropping to her backside, bringing the back of Eve’s neck down on her shoulder.
Dollar: Exquisite, what a counter from Alana Starr, and I don’t care who you are, you’re going to feel that.
With Ethan pointing at Eve, Alana goes for the first cover of the match
1…
2…
Eve kicks out, Ba’al breathing a sigh of relief whilst slamming his hands down on the canvas. Alana smiles in his direction, and then picks Eve up, hip tossing her into the centre of the ring, before running to the ropes and bouncing off them, dropping her fist down into Eve’s face, before once again hooking the leg
1…
2…
Eve kicks out again, this time Alana pulling her up to a vertical base and throwing her arm over her shoulder. She then grabs Eve around the waist and tries to lift her but Eve blocks the move, and then falls backwards, rolling Alana into a small package
1…
Alana kicks out, Eve rolling backwards and to her feet, Alana responding with a drop kick that sends Eve flying back into the ropes. Alana then runs in, looking for a Clothesline but Eve ducks out the way, Alana bouncing into the ropes and then back, stopping in the centre and turning, straight into a Hell Kick from Eve. Alana drops to one knee, which allows Eve the time to measure her opponent and then run across the ring, driving her knee into Starr’s temple.
Hunter: Tremendous wrestling from Eve…Alana felt the full force of that Shining Wizard.
Mackie: And here is the pin attempt
Eve grabs the leg, and a handful of tights and pulls back as far as she can
1…
2…
No, Alana Starr kicks out again, Ethan pulling at his hair with relief.
Hunter: Alana felt that, but still had the courage to kick out
Mackie: This is one of those situations where a match doesn’t mean anything, but actually means everything. The permutations of an Eve victory would be unthinkable for Alana.
Alana is once again pulled to her feet, the both of them starting to look exhausted from their efforts. Eve grabs her wrist and whips Alana into the corner turnbuckle, Alana’s spine crashing into the corner
Hunter: Did you see the force with which she hit that corner? Wow.
Mackie: I’m sure I saw the ring move
Eve points at Alana who looks out of it, and runs towards her, and leaps in the air, looking for the raised knee to the face. Alana however at the last possible moment is pulled down and out of the way by Ethan, Eve left in the corner hanging from it, her knee having connected with nothing but the steel ring post.
Hunter: Ethan with the huge save, this match could have been over.
Mackie: And Ba’al is not happy…not one bit.
Ba’al starts to stalk Ethan, the referee catching wind of it and jumping out the ring to intercept, getting between them both. Back in the ring, Alana gets to her feet and seeing Eve hung, punts Eve fully in the face, Eve falling from the corner.
Hunter: Alana with a huge kick, the referee didn’t see it, but Ba’al did
Dollar: And now he’s remonstrating…and looks at the look on Ethan’s face
Ethan’s face is a picture, a huge grin filling his face as he backs off, the referee rolling back into the ring as Alana makes the cover
1…
2…
3…
Noooo, Eve kicks out to the delight of many in the Manhattan Center, no more so that Ba’al who applauds his student vigorously.
Hunter: This match has had everything from beginning to end, and is a fantastic advertisement for the Uprising brand
Mackie: Unlike those two dick wads that have announced the RIOT matches this evening.
Hunter: I don’t know, I quite like Sparkles, and Frankie is pretty harmless
Mackie: You think it’s a good idea to have a puppet on the announce team?
Dollar: Why not…we have you
Mackie: ….
Hunter: Oh my God…the last night of the year and David Mackie has been rendered speechless
Dollar: My present to you all
Alana picks Eve up, and showing deceptive strength puts her into a Fireman’s Carry, holding the dazed Eve there and looking straight at Ba’al. She drops her from that position and into the Gut Buster, leaving in agony on the mat. Alana quickly on her, applying a front face lock and placing her body so that Eve’s face is pressed into the canvas
Hunter: Alana slowing it down, these two has expended a lot of energy this evening.
Dollar: No point doing anything else Paul, it’s the last night, so why not?
Eve conserves her strength for a moment, the referee checking that she is ok and doesn’t want to quit which of course she doesn’t. Eve then shifts her position and slowly gets to one knee, and then upright, before driving her elbow into Alana’s stomach. Alana keeps hold of the face lock, so Eve does it again, this time Alana letting go. Eve immediately rakes the eyes of Alana who is temporarily blinded, which allows Eve to bounces off the ropes springboard from them, a roundhouse kick sending Alana flying across the ring. Alana is only stopped from falling to ringside by the ropes, and as she rebounds Eve gets into position, leaping in the air and pulling Alana’s head back, driving it into the canvas
Hunter: TOTALIS FROM EVE!!!
Mackie: No, she calls it Die Gesamt, but you are right, it is homage to Ba’al, and look at the smile now on Ba’al face.
Ba’al grins over at Ethan who is literally frantic, trying to get the referee’s attention. The referee however ignores him, as Eve covers Alana, the referee dropping into position
1…
2…
3…
The arena explodes with noise, but for no reason whatsoever as the referee puts two fingers up at an unbelieving Eve who thought she had it won.
Hunter: Alana kicks out of the Totalis, these fans thought this was over
Mackie: And looking at Ethan, so did he
Ethan is on one knee, looking up at the heavens and thanking whoever he believes is his God. Ba’al whispers something to Eve, who nods her head, and picks Alana to her feet, locking both arms and driving her head into the mat
Hunter: Double Arm DDT, and Eve is going up top, she’s looking to finish this right here.
Eve stands on the top, the referee telling her to get down. Ba’al continues to applaud as Ethan screams at Alana to look out. Ever so slowly Alana gets to her feet and turns, just as Eve leaps from her position, going for the knee, Alana side steps and then as Eve lands drilling her with a Super Kick. As the referee checks on Eve, Ethan speaks to Alana, passing her something which we see is a steel pipe. Alana pulls Eve to her feet, as the referee see’s Ethan nipping up and onto the canvas. As Eve stands there dazed, Alana throws her the pipe, Eve looking confused, as Ba’al runs around the ring and pulls Ethan off the apron. As they push each other, Alana drops to the floor, just as the referee turns around. Eve looks wide eyed at the referee as he rips the pipe out of her hands, and calls for the bell
Hunter: You’re kidding me.
Eve remonstrates with the referee, Ba’al joining her as the ring announcer gets to his feet
Announcer: Your winner by Disqualification…Alana Staaaaarrrrr.
Ba’al grabs a hold of Eve’s shoulder, and pulls her out of the ring, as Ethan joins Alana, Alana now smiling and getting to her feet.
Mackie: Genius move from Alana and Ethan
Eve backs up the ramp staring at Alana, Ba’al nodding his head and smirking
Hunter: Ba’al accepting what has just happened, but Eve wants to get back in the ring and rip Alana’s head off…you can see it in her face
Dollar: Ba’al knows that Eve will get her revenge; it’s always a matter of time with them.
Mackie: Ethan looks nervous, what is he up to?
Dollar: I have no idea
Alana looks at him, as Ethan asks for a microphone, before bringing it to his lips
Ethan: Alana, I told you that I would make tonight better for you. I promised you that I would. And you know something, I live to make you happy. Ever since I dumped that trash to the curb, I knew I had made the right decision, and in this crazy mad world, you have been my constant. You’ve made me want to give up all my gang banging days, and settle down with the only woman I have truly loved.
He reaches in his pocket, and drops down to one knee.
Hunter: NOOOO, he isn’t
Mackie: He is you know
Ethan: Alana Starr…will you marry me?
The place erupts in noise, Alana looking at him wide eyed. Ethan smiles, and bites his bottom lip, holding the ring in Alana’s direction. Even the crowd are imploring her to say yes. Alana looks up and at the crowd, and then back at Ethan who kneels like a puppy dog at her feet.
Ethan: Alana? This isn’t doing the arthritis any good
Alana looks at him once again, then at the crowd, and then back to Ethan
Alana: I’m sorry…
Alana bends through the strands and up the ramp, Ethan watching her go in total shock
Hunter: Ethan just got snubbed
Mackie: She didn’t say no
Dollar: She didn’t say yes either
Ethan rolls out the ring, for the first time in his life stunned, and it seems shunned by the woman he loved. He runs up the ramp way chasing after Alana, the ring still in his hand.
Chris Davids walks through the corridors of the arena, heading to his dressing room in readiness for the six person match later. Kal steps up to him with mic in hand.
Kal: Time for a quick word Chris?
Chris: Sure
Kal: Three weeks ago we saw you face off against Vanilla Skyy the World Champion and come up short in an amazing match. How you feeling after coming so close?
Chris: I feel good, knowing that I took the best in the business to her absolute limits, but disappointed that I couldn’t get over the line. Hopefully I did enough to justify Orlando’s decision to put me in the match in the first place
Kal: I’m sure the fans will agree that’s the case Chris, and indeed your peers
Chris: I hope so yes.
Kal: Tonight you face Vanilla again in tag action, must be strange seeing her on the side of the Sinistry
Chris: Surprise? No, not really as it’s something she has to do, to get Jessica off her back. Needless to say though, Gavin, Cassius and I have no intention of signing off with a defeat so…
Chris’s eyes widen, and the camera pans out to show the masked individual that has been causing chaos of late. Chris looks them up and down, neither of them saying a word until finally Chris speaks
Chris: You’ve been quite the pain in New Eden’s ass my friend. Not sure what you were doing helping Jessica, but, you seem alright
The other individual says nothing, and just nods
Chris: You just keep sticking it to New Eden, and you’re alright in my book
Chris holds out his hand, and the masked individual takes it, both of them shaking
Chris: Thank you for trying bud
“You’re welcome”
The masked person turns, and makes his way down the corridor, Chris with a scowl on his face which changes to one of perhaps realization.
Chris: No…it couldn’t be
Ba’al is on his mobile phone, as Eve paces the locker room like a lioness.
Ba’al: I don’t know, I sent her to spy on the others and then the next minute she was apparently abducted. This is…hold on, I’ll call you back
Ba’al attention is taken to Melissa, who is stood in the entranceway, her eyes a deathly black
Ba’al: Ah, Melissa isn’t it, I take it you bring me a message?
Melissa: I do, from my White Queen Callista Christos
Ba’al: Yes, she does seem to have a flair for the dramatic. Go ahead, I’m listening my dear.
Melissa walks into the room and passes him a note
Melissa: Follow those directions and you will find the woman you seek. You must come alone however, or she will be removed, permanently
Ba’al: Really, and what’s to stop me from kidnapping you right now?
Melissa: That’s quite simple, if I’m not back in five minutes, Ms Todd will slash her throat.
Ba’al nods his head
Ba’al: I see, then you had best run along hadn’t you?
Melissa turns on her heels and leaves, Ba’al turning to Eve
Eve: This is…a trap
Ba’al: I know my dear I know. But what choice do I have but to play her game, at least till Siqua is safe. I’ll bring her home; you just stay here in case this is all a ruse on Ms. Todd’s part. And if you get a chance to tear Alana Starr apart…take it.
Eve: As you command.
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Hunter: New Eden stepping this up, and Ba’al knows this isn’t going to end well for him
Mackie: Cindy Todd was always a genius, now that she has added Callista to the mix, the situation for the IWC is even worse.
Dollar: But what’s going to happen to Ba’al when he finds Siqua, if he even does
Hunter: Going to have to interrupt you there guys, getting news of an altercation backstage, we have a camera on route.
The scene cuts to backstage where Damion Sommers is laying into Lilith Evans, lifting her up and slamming her spine into the concrete floor, before driving his knee into her jaw, and then into her ribs. He then mounts her and starts raining down with rights into her face, Lilith unable to defend herself. Thankfully, Sinistry arrive on the scene, Damion quickly getting to his feet and backing off, as Benjamin checks on Lilith who is dazed
Damion: I’m not done with her, or you lot…not by a long shot
Benjamin: We’re not hard to find my friend
Harbinger: Just hope we don’t find you first
Executioner: Grrrrr Grr
Tina leaves her dressing room, heading towards the ring for her No Limits title defense which is coming up next. As she walks with a confident stride, suddenly her shoulder is grabbed, and she is pulled into a side corridor, face to face with Callista Christos. Callista holds out her hand, a little mouse sitting on it.
Callista: You never did stroke Tina Mouse did you?
Tina: This isn’t going to work Callista; I’m not scared of you
Callista: Oh, maybe not…but you should be…you really should.
Tina: Just let me go
Callista: I just want a chat Tina, just a little one
Tina: I have nothing to say to you
Callista: Then perhaps, I shall do the talking. See, I’ve been watching you and over the past few weeks you have become more and more…alone
Tina: Just how I like it
Callista: Hmmm, see I know a lot about acting, and I know an Oscar performance when I see one. You don’t like it at all, because you know it leaves you vulnerable
Tina: I can look after myself
Callista: Yes, Mr Bryant said that as well, and looks what happened there.
Tina gulps
Callista: Yes, now I see a little fear…that’s good, it means we are getting somewhere.
Tina: Look, Callista, you’ve got this all wrong you really have
Callista: Really? You didn’t injure my husband, and put him in a bad place?
Tina: No, not really, not when you look at it properly
Callista: Oh this could be quite a script…continue
Tina: This all started when Orlando Cruze started to mess around with my matches, and he fined me for my actions. I, of course retaliated…to which ORLANDO decided that I would never compete for a title again. Because I’m not stupid, I found a way around it, and claimed the QOTR title, but then ORLANDO stripped me of the title…and the Slay Revolution was formed. I accept, I did hit your husband with a chair…but it was only to prevent ORLANDO from selling the company.
Callista: So you’re saying this is all on Orlando?
Tina: The logic is clear. If ORLANDO hadn’t tried to replace me with Aiken Frost, none of this would have happened. It started a domino effect that ended with me being stripped of the QOTR title, which drove me to do everything that took place afterwards. ORLANDO stays out my face, and nothing would have happened to your husband. You want revenge for what happened to him, it’s not me you should be looking at, and it should be Orlando Cruze.
Callista: Hmmm, that is quite the argument don’t you think Tina Mouse?
She looks at the mouse and nods her head
Callista: Tell you what Tina, as it will soon be the festive season, and all the Christmas movies will be screened, I’ll give you an early Christmas present and let you defend that little shiny you currently have around your waist.
Tina: Thank you
Callista: Oh, don’t thank me my dear, Orlando Cruze was scheduled to get his anyway, you DID hit my husband with the chair, and you WILL pay, just not this year. Enjoy the festivities Tina Bear…they may be your last
Callista walks away, Tina breathing a sigh of relief and from the end of the corridor, Kloe Masters watches on, a huge smile on her face
Hunter: It’s been a barnstormer of a night thus far, and now it’s for possibly the most heated match we have had in recent times, as William Mason faces Tina Valentine for her No Limits title. Now, we cannot forget, it was Mason who invented this title when it was the ‘Pure’ Championship, but when you factor in the splitting of the AXIS, and Tina’s apparently hatred for anyone who had a part in it, this match is not going to be pretty
Dollar: True, and also we have had no word on a new contract for William Mason, so this could indeed be the final time we see him in an IWC ring.
“Circus for a Psycho” by Skillet continues to echos from the louder speaker. The lights go out. When the lights come back on William appears on the stage with his back turned to the ring; the black hoodie he’s wearing standing out to us. He turns around and takes a moment to soak in the reaction from the audience. He methodically walks down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He then leans against the turnbuckle allowing the rest of the song to play out.
Hunter: As always, he looks focused, but there is genuine sorrow in his eyes right now
Mackie: I just cannot believe that this has been allowed to fester for so long, and that the IWC didn’t get him signed up immediately. Imagine him competing in a rival company; it’s going to be awful
“One Step Closer” by Linkin Park hits the airwaves and the crowd boos once Tina Valentine appears on the stage. Tina just scoffs at the reaction that she’s getting as she starts to make her way down the ramp, more focused than she has ever been to attain what she feels belongs to her. Her eyes continue to be locked on the ring the closer she gets to it. She gets in that ring, displaying a heightened sense of arrogance while doing so. She climbs to the top rope to soak in even more boos from the fans that can’t stand the sight of her and she adds to it by giving them a few seconds of lip service before getting down to the mat and focusing on the task ahead, lifting the middle finger up at Mason
Mackie: Classy as always
Hunter: She just doesn’t care Dave; she believes she doesn’t need anyone, not Mason and certainly not Kloe Masters
Dollar: She’s nothing more than a petulant child…simple as
Hunter: Perhaps, but she is one hell of a talent that’s for certain.
NO LIMITS CHAMPIONSHIP
TINA VALENTINE VERSUS WILLIAM MASON
The bell rings, and both competitors take a deep breath and begin to walk to the centre. Tina immediately starts to mouth off at Mason who just grins, and then actually bursts out laughing as ‘ROAR’ hits over the PA system, and Kloe Masters steps out onto the stage
Hunter: Kloe’s here, she wants to see this one first hand
Mackie: She wants to put her nose in and make sure Tina doesn’t win you mean
Tina turns to face Kloe, and immediately starts shouting expletives up the ramp, as Kloe walks towards the ring. The referee shouts at Tina, but she isn’t paying any attention, all her focus on Kloe.
Hunter: She is out of control here; Kloe has gotten right into her head
Kloe walks smugly around the ring, her eyes not even looking at Tina, and takes a seat at the announce table
Hunter: Kloe…
Kloe: Good evening Paul, how are we fella’s?
Mackie: Very good, any reason you are out here tonight?
Kloe: Simply put, to ensure that Ms. Valentine gets exactly what she deserves.
Dollar: She opened her mouth once too often huh?
Kloe: She didn’t take heed of the warnings Johnny, now she has to pay the piper
Tina is still shouting at Kloe, and doesn’t see William sneak up behind her and roll her up
1…
2…
Tina kicks out, her eyes widened with shock
Hunter: Mason nearly shocked her there. She needs to get her head back in the game and forget about Kloe
Kloe: I’m not an easy person to forget Paul, have you not seen my 2016 calendar?
Mackie: I have…hot, hot, hot.
Kloe: Not bad for a girl pushing thirty five right?
Mackie: Damn right.
William laughs at Tina who is obviously getting more and more irate with the situation. She rolls out the ring, and with the boos ringing in her ears, she walks around the ring and to the ramp way, and starts backing up it.
Hunter: It looks like Tina is leaving
Dollar: Can’t win a title like this on count out, pin or submission only.
Kloe: And to think, I associated with her as a friend…Pathetic.
William shakes his head, as Tina stops mid-way up the way, Kloe getting from her seat and grabbing a microphone.
Kloe: Hey Tina, there has been a lot of things said about you of late, but I never thought you were a coward.
Tina looks out over the crowd
Tina: I’m not a coward
Kloe: You want to prove yourself; it’s all you ever wanted. Get your ass back in here, and prove it…instead of being such a BITCH.
Tina’s eyes widen, and to the delight of the crowd she starts walking back to the ring, Mason sitting on the middle strand. Tina tells the referee to make Mason back off, which he does, Tina rolling under the bottom rope and back to her feet. Kloe retakes her place at the announce table, as the referee argues with Tina who obviously wants Kloe barred from ringside.
Mackie: Seems you had the desired effect
Kloe: Whether she realizes it or not David, I know what makes her tick. That’s why it will be so easy for William to defeat her tonight
Hunter: Are you saying you’ve been giving William advice?
Kloe: Now Paul, you’re putting words in my mouth honey.
Finally William and Tina lock up, Tina surprising him by driving her forearm into his face, but not for long however as William responds with a shot of his own, and a tackle which takes Tina down to the mat. He locks in an arm bar, which he changes to a front face lock, before then sliding Tina’s own arm across her throat, looking for a Sleeper. Tina’s realizes her predicament, and thrusts her head backwards, her skull connecting perfectly with the bridge of William’s nose causing him to let go, and allowing Tina to get to her feet. As William gets to his, Tina grabs him around the waist and looks for a side Suplex, but William blocks the move and instead delivers a Belly to Belly Suplex in the centre of the ring. As Tina gets to her feet, William tackles her in the midriff and sends the both of them through the ropes and to the outside.
Hunter: Now this is where No Limits comes into play
William is immediately on his feet, but Tina isn’t so quick, and by the time she has gotten up, William is ready and lifts her, running across the floor and driving Tina’s spine into the steel ring post. As Tina holds the small of her back, Mason is relentless, and grabs the back of her head, driving it into the steel ring steps. Tina’s head rests on the steps, and William gets up onto the apron, waiting for her to recover a little before running across the apron, and dropping his foot on the back of her head, driving her face into the steps
Mackie: Curb Stomp into the ring steps…Tina has to be out of it right now
Dollar: You think?
William looks over at Kloe who gets to her feet, holding out her hand for a high five. With a wry smile William does indeed high five his former Axis colleague, before grabbing Tina and rolling her back into the ring.
Hunter: What was that all about?
Kloe: Hey, he may not be Axis anymore, but he’s not left on bad terms. He made it clear it was all about Rachel and I respect that. Unlike the ungrateful bitch Tina who just hasn’t shut up over the past few weeks. Anything she gets here today, she deserves…end of story.
As Tina lies in the ring out of it, William rummages under the ring and pulls out a table, the fans on their feet as he slides it into the ring.
Dollar: Mason looking for a little table action here
Mackie: This is nothing but bad news for the champion
Hunter: Kloe, we’ve seen you over in NxtGen recently, what have you been doing there?
Kloe: You know me, always on the lookout for opportunities
Mackie: Yeah, with Mr Wasley
Kloe: Mr Wasley and I are good friends who enjoy each other’s company
Dollar: You want his company you mean
Kloe: Not at all, that is just rumor mongering. He’s a nice guy, and a nice girl like me deserves a nice guy after some of the animals I have been with
Hunter: Orlando falls into that category?
Kloe: Orlando and I will always have a connection…no, he wasn’t who I was talking about.
Back in the ring, William sets up the table in the corner, leaning it against the turnbuckle. He then reaches inside his wrestling gear, and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles
Hunter: We’ve seen the knucks come into play once already this evening
Mackie: I like this new William Mason, he’s come prepared and you can bet that’s Rachel’s influence.
William puts them on, and begins to stalk Tina who is slowly starting to stir. The first thing she does is check to see if she is bleeding, and then she pulls herself on the ropes, unaware that William is right behind her with his fist readied
Mackie: Tina about to be introduced to the brass
Tina turns, as William swings, Valentine managing to duck and avoid the shot at the very last possible moment. William is taken off balance, and Tina takes the opportunity to drive her forearm into the jaw of Mason, sending him backwards and into the center of the ring, the knucks sent across the ring in the opposite direction. Tina runs in, looking for a Clothesline, but William ducks it, Tina almost running into the wooden table. She turns, just as William leaps into a Spear, Tina managing to sidestep and allow William to crash into the wooden table, splintering it into many pieces. William lies amongst the wreckage, as Tina pulls herself up on the ropes, the high impact stair shots possibly having given her concussion.
Hunter: You have to put that down as a mistake by William Mason, but right now, Tina isn’t able to take advantage
Kloe: She got lucky…mind you saying that, looking at her right now, I’d hardly say she looks lucky.
Tina drops to one knee, the referee checking on her, asking if she is able to continue. At first Tina doesn’t reply, but finally she nods her head, the referee looking straight into her eyes and checking she is ok. Tina pushes the referee away and gets to her feet, walking over to Mason and berating the crowd and Kloe as she does
Mackie: She really seems to have a bug up her ass with you.
Kloe: The thing is with Tina she always needs someone to blame, before it was Victoria, and now it’s. Somewhere along the way though she forgot that crossing me isn’t a great idea, and whilst ever she keeps shooting her mouth, I’m going to be there ensuring her career goes nowhere.
Tina picks William up to his feet and bails him across the ring, leaping in the air and catching him with a drop kick as he bounces off the ropes. She then rolls out the ring and starts searching underneath it, pulling out a baseball bat, wrapped in barbed wire and holding it aloft.
Hunter: How come, there is always a bat under there with barbed wire around it?
Mackie: Because she put it there do you think?
Dollar: Errr…guys?
The announce team watch as Kloe gets to her feet, sneaking up on Tina.
Hunter: Kloe gunning for Tina here…she’s buying Mason some time.
Dollar: Uh ho…
As Kloe gets close, Tina realizes what is going on and turns, lifting the bat so that the point is literally millimeters from Kloe’s nose. Kloe’s eyes widen as Tina laughs.
Tina: Kloe fails…again.
Kloe backs off, Tina advancing with the bat still raised threateningly.
Mackie: Tina has had enough, Kloe is about to get a makeover.
Kloe holds up her hands, realizing that the game is up. But behind Tina she doesn’t see William getting to his feet and bouncing off the far ropes, before leaping over the top ropes and landing across Tina, taking her to the floor, Kloe picking up the bat
Hunter: William Mason with the save, and now Kloe has the bat…oh my God look at her eyes.
Kloe looks at Tina evilly, and lifts the bat as Mason looks on. Part of obviously wants to stop her, but he doesn’t, and watches as Tina pulls herself up on the apron.
Mackie: If you are of a nervous disposition, close your eyes right now because Tina is about to be cut to pieces
Tina turns, and now it is her eyes that widen, looking into her former mentors eyes. For a moment there is anger, but then it is defiance, daring Kloe to do it
Tina: Come on then bitch, finish it.
Kloe just sneers, and lifts the bat higher, Tina closing her eyes as Kloe brings the bat down, RIGHT ON THE SKULL OF WILLIAM MASON!!!
Hunter: Oh my God, what has Kloe just done?
William lies on the canvas as Tina looks on, first in shock, but then a grin forms on her face, and she throws her arms around Kloe who hugs her back
Mackie: FUCKING GENIUS…Kloe has done it again.
Dollar: Yeah…well she’d better run now
The crowd erupts as Rachel Tatum Lee comes hurtling down the ramp way, Kloe seeing her and hurdling the barricade making her way through the crowd. Tina tries to head Rachel off, but without even stopping, Rachel nearly takes her head off with a devastating clothesline from hell, Tina floored and left lying right next to William. Rachel takes one look at William who is somehow pulling himself up, blood gushing from his forehead. He motions for her to go, get Kloe, before pulling Tina up to her feet and bailing her into the ring. Rachel doesn’t need a second invitation and continues the chase as William wipes the blood from his face
Hunter: How is William Mason still stood? After that huge double cross from Kloe, how can he still be in this match?
Mackie: I have literally no idea, but he has the knuckles, and he has Tina Valentine with no clue where she is.
William leans against the turnbuckle, once again getting rid of the blood, as Tina pulls herself up on the ropes. William starts stamping his foot, the fans chanting along with him.
Dollar: Tina doesn’t know where she is, she going to turn into a world of trouble here.
She widens her eyes, looking out over the crowd and turns, just as William Mason runs in, the brass knuckles slamming into Tina’s jaw and knocking her clean out. The place erupts as Tina hits the floor hard, the force from the shoot dropping William to his knees, the blood loss obviously having an effect. He leans on top of Tina, who is still not moving, and pins her shoulders to the mat
1…
Mackie: No ref…her feet are under the ropes
2…
Hunter: He’s not seen it
3…
William lifts his arms aloft, but the referee throws them down again, seeing where Tina’s feet are at the last moment and stopping the count. William holds out his hands in disbelief, slamming his hand into his palm three times, the referee shaking his head
Mackie: Thank God, that would have been a travesty
Hunter: After everything that’s already happened? THAT’S a travesty.
William says something to the referee, and then drags Tina into the center of the ring, once again pinning her shoulders
1…
2…
3…
This time Tina Valentine kicks out to the sheer amazement of William Mason, who holds his head in his hands. He picks her up to her feet and bails her across the ring, Tina bouncing off the ropes and leaping into the air.
Hunter: Valentines Heartbreak!!!
Mason thought has scouted it, and blocks the move, planting Tina into the ring with a power slam. He then lifts her up, and upside down, going for the huge TFC.
Hunter: This is it…William Mason is about to become the No Limits champion once again
And yeah, he probably would, if it wasn’t for the chair that is slammed down on his skull, knocking him clean out. The camera pans to reveal the assailant who is quickly getting out the ring and up the ramp
Mackie: KELLEN JEFFRIES with the huge save. Tina is staggering to her feet.
She pulls William to his and leaps in the air, driving her knees into Mason’s chest. Immediately she drops down into the pin
1…
2…
3…
Tina rolls off, as Mason is still out, the referee sliding out the ring and Tina following, not having a clue what has just happened. The referee passes her the belt however and thats all she cares about, lifting it aloft to boos from the capacity crowd
Hunter: Valentine steals the victory, not just due to Kellen, but due to Kloe Masters as well. William Mason must be fuming
Mackie: When he wakes up, I’m sure he will tell us. But for now William if this was your last match…thanks for coming
Tina backs up the ramp with the belt in her possession holding it close, as Mason slowly starts to come too
Alana is sat in her dressing room, and looking quite stressed. Her stress levels seem to jump as Ethan finally catches up with her, bursting into the room
Ethan: Alana, what’s going on babe, I thought this was what you wanted. Me and you to be together forever. Look what we did to Ba’al, outsmarted him on every level, we are a team me and you.
Alana: No….I mean, I do, but…
Ethan: What is it? What’s the problem?
Alana: It’s just; you took me by surprise Ethan, and in front of all those people.
Ethan: I wanted to make the grand gesture babe. We’ve had it tough the last couple of months, people didn’t believe in all, and how GOOD we were.
Alana: We have had it tough…it hasn’t been GOOD
Ethan: If I’m married to you, nothing else will matter. As Alana Von Aaron you, me and Keenie, we will take over the IWC and you will finally get the world title you deserve
Alana: But Ethan, can’t you see…a proposal on live television. It’s a little tacky don’t you think?
Ethan: I wanted to show the world Alana, just how much I love you. I had a camera, and I used it…
Alana takes a deep breath
Alana: I…I just need some time Ethan
Ethan’s head drops
Ethan: You’re going to say no aren’t you?
Alana: I don’t know…I just don’t know if I’m ready…not yet. Can I be left alone for a while?
Ethan: Alana?
Alana: Please Ethan.
Ethan nods, and forlornly walks out the room, and straight into William Mason who considering what happened earlier is actually grinning
William: Always someone worse off than yourself huh Ethan
Ethan: Go fuck yourself Mason…she’ll say yes…
William walks off laughing, saying something under his breath.
Ethan: She has to.
Cut to a different part of the arena, where Chris Davids is stood with Gavin Taylor and Cassius DeLight
Cassius: The whole gang back together again, like the three amigos
Gavin: To put an end to this TRUE Sinistry crap once and for all
Chris: Won’t be easy boys, especially not with Vanilla on their side
Cassius: She’s not on their side, not really
Gavin: She is teaming with them, and knowing Vanilla, she’ll want to win
Cassius: Of course she does, so do we…don’t we?
Chris: It’s the last match of the year, if we want to end on a high, then we need to win, simple as that.
Gavin: And if we have to pin Vanilla?
Chris: We do it, she wouldn’t expect anything less.
Cassius: But respectfully
Chris: Of course
Gavin: But what if…
Chris: Don’t say it
Gavin: No, what if she does join the Sinistry
Cassius: It won’t happen
Gavin: It could
Cassius: No, it won’t, Vanilla would never join them
Gavin: But what if she did?
Chris: Then, in that instance, we would do what we have to
Gavin: That’s all I wanted to hear. Respect or not, she joins the Sinistry, then she is one of them
Cassius: She won’t though
Chris and Gavin turn to Cassius
Cassius: What? She won’t.
Kloe and Tina walk through the corridors and towards the exit, giggling after what had happened in the match earlier.
Tina: Did you see his face? The looks when the realization hit him
Kloe: Serves him right for taking his friends feelings over my needs. We are going to get a lot of hate for this though Tina, the whole worlds going to come down on us for this, especially Rachel who I bet is still looking for me.
Tina: Meh, fuck them all…it should always have been just me and you anyway Kloe. We never needed anyone else.
Kloe: Well, except Kellen Jeffries it seems. Maybe I underestimated him. Anyway, I think its best we get out of here…let the IWC cool down a little
Tina: Hopefully Callista isn’t waiting for me
Kloe: Your little story re Orlando will buy us some time. We’ll worry about that later.
“Klo-Worm”
Tina and Kloe turn to face Benjamin Flynn
Kloe: Benjamin…how are you?
Benjamin: Very well thank you, I see you’re latest plan came to fruition
Kloe: Of course…Mr Mason was suitably surprised
Benjamin: Good…before you leave, I have a message that I need to pass on to you, from my Queen Jessica
Kloe: Really, what does she want?
Benjamin: Well, actually…you
Kloe: Me?
Benjamin: Yes…and your friend here as well it seems
Kloe: I don’t understand
Benjamin: Well, with the demise of the AXIS, and the alliance that brought about the demise of Silas Mason, Jessica thought it wise to bring you both into the Sinistry fold where you could be of worth.
Kloe: I see…
Benjamin: Remember the fun we had Klo-worm, we could have all that again
Kloe: I have to admit, I find the offer tempting
Benjamin: Of course you do, we are Sinistry
Kloe: But, I will have to respectfully decline.
Benjamin: I see
Kloe: 2016 is going to be a big year for both me and Tina and I’m afraid I will have no time to give the Sinistry, although I wish you well
Benjamin: I shall pass your feelings on…it’s a shame
Kloe: It is.
She leans forwards and gives him a peck on the cheek
Kloe: See you around Benji
Benjamin: Goodnight Klo-worm
Kloe and Tina leave through the exit and into the parking lot
Tina: You like him don’t you?
Kloe: He’s a good guy…too good for the Sinistry
Tina: So, what happens next?
Kloe: Next Tina, we celebrate
Tina: And then?
Kloe laughs
Kloe: Then T, we turn 2016 into the year of the Valentine
Tina grins, rubbing Kloe’s back
Tina: THAT was exactly what I wanted to hear.
“KLOE!!!”
Kloe turns and see’s Rachel running over to them, and Tina and Kloe quickly get into the car and gun the engine, roaring out of the parking lot as fast as they can and away from Rachel Tatum Lee. She stops running, and surprisingly a smile forms on her face.
Rachel: You two will keep
We cut to Sally, who is stood with Vanilla Skyy
Sally: Vanilla, the final Uprising main event of 2015 is now just moments away, where you will fight side by side with the Sinistry against three of your friends. It’s got to be mixed emotions
Vanilla: Of course, on the one end I want to end the most successful year of my career on a high and with a victory, on the other, it will be over three men I ultimately respect…but I have to think about myself
Sally: Lots of talk on social media of you possibly joining the Sinistry tonight, something that you have always denied
Vanilla: I’ve denied it until I am blue in the face, but that won’t stop everyone from thinking it. I have no desire to be a part of that group, though I do respect Jessica for what she has achieved. That doesn’t mean I want to be involved, not now or ever.
Sally: But you understand why they would feel this way?
Vanilla: Of course, morals and such don’t tend to go well with this business. I’m different, I do show respect, and I do know the difference between right and wrong. I’m the Uprising World Champion and with that come a code, a code I always abide by.
Sally: You seem pretty clear on that
Vanilla: As I always have, the Sinistry’s fight in not mine, at least after this match it won’t be. All I’m concentrating on is the victory…nothing else.
Sally: After the match, thoughts will turn to 2016 and more potential challengers. Who would you say currently heads up the queue to be Uprising World title contender.
Vanilla: I’m only the champion, I don’t make that call, but I see many potential challengers, both new and old. I also want to make it clear that if any Uprising versus RIOT championship match can take place, I would be massively up for that, and it would be my chance to prove myself the very best in the IWC…as I’m sure Katelyn would be as well.
Sally: Thank you for your time Vanilla, and I’m sure I speak for the whole of the IWC when I say thank you for your efforts this year.
Vanilla: It’s been my pleasure Sally…and I look forward to 2016 being even better.
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Hunter: We just saw a very confident Vanilla Skyy…it’s been quite a year for the Uprising world champion hasn’t it?
Mackie: For sure, she came of age when the brand split occurred and right now, I’m sure she’s seen as one of the best not just in the IWC, but in the TRIAD beyond.
Dollar: And rightfully so, but 2016 is going to be a challenging year for that young lady with some real heavy hitters lining up for their chance.
Hunter: I’m sure she realizes that and is ready
UNKNOWN LOCATION
Ba’al pulls up in an area of New York and looks at the address, checking he is at the right place. He gets out of the car and looks around, scanning the area for any ambush. Satisfied he is the only person here, he walks up to the door of an old abandoned lock up and opens it, peering inside through the gloom. Suddenly the lights flick on, and after his eyes have gotten used to the light, he sees Siqua bound in a chair, blood seeping from her nose.
Ba’al: Siqua, my dear…are you ok?
She nods, the out from behind a pile of furniture steps Callista and Melissa, Ba’al immediately looking behind him to see if he is trapped
Callista: You did indeed come alone. I am glad you are a man of your word
Ba’al: Let her go
Callista: Of course, all in good time. First, I think we need to talk about where in the food chain you and your brother actually stand
Ba’al: I’m not here to play your games, let Siqua go, and no one gets hurt.
Ba’al steps forwards, as Callista steps towards Siqua, Ba’al catching the glint under the lights of a blade
Callista: Now, you wouldn’t want this to end early would you?
Ba’al: Just say what Cindy has told you, and then leave
Callista: See, this is the thing, there doesn’t have to be this animosity
Ba’al: Your ‘sister’ hung my brother
Callista: To which he has claimed his revenge over and over.
Ba’al: Nowhere near enough
Callista smiles at Melissa who smiles back.
Callista: This isn’t getting us anywhere. It is quite simple Mr Frost. Next year, New Eden is going to launch an attack on the TRIAD like never seen before. We will take out this Monarchy, and anyone who dares to oppose us, including the Frost’s.
Ba’al: Your illusions of grandeur are nothing new
Callista: This is happening Ba’al, and my advice to you right now, is to quite simply stay out of our way. We have shown you how easy it is to get to you, go away and think about it with Lucien…I’m sure you will both come to the right decision
Ba’al: We will never bow to you, or Ms. Todd.
Callista doesn’t show any anger; she just turns to Melissa and holds her hand
Callista: Then, the conclusion to this story is already known
The lights suddenly go off, and when they return, Callista and Melissa are gone
Ba’al: Smoke and Mirrors huh…pathetic.
Ba’al immediately rushes to help Siqua, untying her binds and helping her to her feet.
Ba’al: Come my dear, we have to get back to the arena…and fast.
Drew is packing up his things, helped by Kitty who carries his briefcase for him
Kitty: You ready?
Drew: Yeah, shame the paperwork didn’t get completed.
Kitty: I’m sure she will understand Drew…
Drew: I know but
The door opens, and a crew member walks in.
Crew: Sorry to bother you Drew but this just came in
His eyes widen, as he is handed a fax
Drew: A fax…what are we here in the eighties or something?
The crew member shrugs, and then leaves…Drew starting to smile
Kitty: Is it done?
Drew: It’s done…we’re not leaving yet, not quite babe that OK?
Kitty: Go get it done…I’ll wait here.
Drew smiles, and gives the impression of a giddy school kid.
Drew: Five minutes…promise
Kitty: Go on
Drew leaves the room in his electric chair, the fax still in his hand.
Alana sits in her dressing room, alone and thoughtful, the whole show passing her by. It plays on a video screen, but she isn’t paying any attention, she doesn’t even notice Ethan walk in
Ethan: You ok babe?
Alana: Yes
Ethan: I love you Alana…more than anything in this world. It would be difficult to find anyone who could love you more.
Alana: I know, but it’s such a big deal. You did dump me once before
Ethan: And that was my biggest mistake…like ever
Ethan pouts, putting out his bottom lip for effect.
Alana: I’ve spoken to Keenie
Ethan: You have, what did she say?
Alana: She said that we are perfect together
Ethan: So, what do you think?
She pauses for a moment, and then smiles.
Alana: Ask me again
Ethan: What?
Alana: Ask me again.
Ethan: Now?
Alana: No, in six hours, of course now
Ethan drops to one knee, and once again opens the box revealing the huge diamond.
Ethan: Alana Starr…will you marry me?
Alana nods, and then says the word Ethan was dying to hear
Alana: Yes…Yes I will Ethan
Ethan puts the ring on and then jumps to his feet, the pair sharing a passionate embrace
Ethan: Oh babe this is going to be amazing. There’s going to be balloons, lots of balloons. And pyro, I’m going to blow the budget. And Keenie, she can marry us…next Uprising…in front of everyone.
Alana: Slow down Ethan, let’s enjoy it
Ethan: Enjoy it…I got so much to do. I’ll see you back at home babe.
He goes to walk off but then returns, giving her a kiss and then dry humping her…only for a short while by his standards. He then leaves, as Alana just looks at the ring on her finger, her smile widening, that is until she she’s Eve in the door staring at her
Alana: I’ve already beaten you…don’t even think about it
Eve: Let’s hope you live long enough to enjoy your wedding Ms. Starr.
Hunter: She said yes
Mackie: Ethan is getting married…the whole female population will be in uproar.
Dollar: I can’t believe someone who was such a nice girl is going to marry someone like him. Crazy
‘Hall of Fame’ hits over the PA, and immediately Drew Bryant appears through the curtain. He lifts his hand, and calls for both the music to stop, and for the fans to quieten down.
Drew: One in a while comes along an opportunity, an opportunity to better yourself, to become more than you possibly thought you could. Whereas on RIOT, it seems to be a constant parade of same old, same old fighting for the top honors, on Uprising EVERYONE gets a chance, encapsulated by our current champion who finally claimed a world title, on our brand. Uprising is quickly getting itself a reputation as a place where if you are good, you WILL get your chance, and where the best NEW talent in wrestling can be found.
Hunter: I take it this is the new Uprising roster member then
Dollar: They are getting quite the buildup that’s for sure.
Drew: Three weeks ago, the IWC nearly made a big mistake. The IWC nearly let one of the brightest talents in the game go to either the SCW or ULW. Silas Mason messed up, big time, but I’m not going to make the same mistake, and in my last act as Uprising General Manager before I skulk into my safe haven as simply fifty percent owner of this company, I leave whoever takes over this huge, massive…and brand changing present. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the newest member of the Uprising roster, the Game Changer…Julia Braddock.
Hunter: Oh my days
Dollar: Julia is back…from right under the nose of RIOT
Mackie: McBride must be spitting fire right now
Julia Braddock steps out onto the stage, and shakes Drew’s hand, Drew passing her the mic.
Julia: On RIOT I was overlooked, and underappreciated by Silas Mason. In 2016, Uprising will benefit from that fatal error. Uprising roster you are all on notice, the Uprising Braddock legacy is just about to begin.
The crowd is going crazy as she passes the mic back to Drew
Drew: Stay safe guys, and have a fantastic New Year, and Uprising will see you in 2016
Drew applauds Julia before disappearing through the curtain, allowing the stage to Julia alone. She gets an amazing reaction from the crowd, before with a final wave she leaves too.
Hunter: We thought we had lost Julia when she left Riot, but Drew wasn’t going to allow that to happen
Dollar: And right there we have a bona fide title contender, for what title, we will have to find out
Mackie: If you are a title holder, you have to be looking over your shoulder…even Vanilla Skyy.
Hunter: It’s been an amazing end to 2015, and next year already promises so much, but right now it’s time for our final match and its six person action with a lot of backstory going on.
Mackie: And if you believe some…a lot of deceit.
The opening of Intoxicated cues up as Lilith comes to the ring followed by Ian Kilgore. They both look at each other before walking down to the ring where Lilith takes off her long leather jacket. She hands her jacket to Ian and jumps over the top rope as she waits.
Hunter: Still not certain Lilith wants to be in the Sinistry
Dollar: I’d agree, but she’s not been given a choice
The intro tracks of “The Enemy You Need” by Blameshift are filtering through the loud speakers leading to an unruly response from the crowd. The arena lights dim with only a feint red hue leaking out of the entrance canal. Jessica Wilde emerges through the light trailed by her monstrous masked bodyguard Executioner, and her equally as depraved associate Benjamin Flynn. They walk casually towards the ring with Wilde at the epicenter.
Hunter: There are some people talking about Jessica Wilde competing for the world title next year, but for now she seems content on bringing Vanilla into the fold
Mackie: Vanilla Skyy would be a huge addition to the Sinistry and could actually make all the difference.
Dollar: With Ba’al out of the building and rushing to get back, she could put a full stop on 2015 with the Sinistry on top.
The sounds of a blizzard can be heard…..
The arena goes dark with only one white spotlight at the entrance way……
it begins to snow inside as the fans look up……
The drum beats begin to play…
Suddenly the screen comes on with a woman holding her hair and screaming, the screen changes to many vantage points….
As “U & UR Hand” by Pink blasts through the arena, Vanilla Skyy comes out from behind the curtain. She looks around the arena as she slowly walks to the ring….
She looks at the fans as she just keeps her focus on the ring. Vanilla jumps up to the apron and she does a back flip over the ropes and into the ring…
She stands in the middle of the ring, puts her hands together in a handgun motion and aims into the camera….
She walks to the corner and sits on the ring floor and rests against the turnbuckle
Dollar: The World Champion guys
Hunter: And rightfully so…the best in the business in many people’s eyes.
Mackie: Would that be the case if she did join the Sinistry tonight though?
Hunter: I don’t think anything would happen tonight…would it?
Mackie: It’s the end of the year, it’s the perfect time.
“Business Time” explodes throughout the arena and the crowd cheers as soon as Cash appears through the curtain and starts making his way to the ring, in dark sunglasses and a long black trench coat. He stops along the aisle while his music plays taking selfies with fans who have cellphones. Once he is at ringside he hands his coat and glasses to the ring attendant then slides into the ring and strikes different poses in the middle of it for fans often mocking his opponent in the process if they are already in the ring, until his music ends.
Hunter: He came to the company on the back of being one of the hottest free agents in the business. How do you think he has done?
Dollar: Considering the step up, really well. I think we will see a lot more of him next year, and probably some gold to go with it.
The lights around the arena begin to flicker as “Whoa Is Me” by Down With Webster starts to play over the arena.
Whoa is me
I’m so whoa
See me decked out from my head to my toe
Whoa is me
I’m so whoa
Everywhere I go I’m a one man show
And the song continues…
Alongside the entrance ramp, an all-black Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren, top down, is driven out. The crowd boos as “All Star” Gavin Taylor steps out from the drivers’ side of the car. As he pulls himself onto the hood of the car, posing with his arms outstretched the chorus of the song plays.
Say whoa (whoa)
The more I feel it whoa (whoa)
The more I need it whoa (whoa)
You say whoa
Whoa is me
I’m so whoa
Gavin hops off the hood of the car and gets to the ramp itself, walking down towards the ramp with swagger. He smirks as he gets to the ring. Pulling himself to the apron, he hangs out of the ring while holding onto the top rope.
The song continues…
I cheated to get what I got
Stepped all over you self for my spot
I bet you I’m winning, I bet that you’re not
I bet you don’t see me, I bet you get caught
Gavin pulls himself through the ropes and steps onto the second ropes on the opposite side of the ring from the ramp. He opens his jersey, sliding it off his shoulders as he stretches his arms out.
Turning around, he bounces back off the ropes, high fiving Cassius.
Hunter: If there is anyone that deserves a World title shot it has to be Gavin Taylor surely?
Mackie: I didn’t think he would survive Riddick to be fair…
Dollar: If Gavin can get his mind focused on the world title, and away from these petty feuds he keeps involving himself in, then yes…he would be world champion material.
A single spotlight illuminates the entranceway as the opening strings begin. It flashes off and on again, highlighting the figure of Chris Davids, dressed in a black suit and top hat, staring down at the floor, his hands folded across a silver topped cane.
As the lyrics begin, Chris raises his head and begins to walk down to the ring in time with the music, his face composed into solemn lines. He circles the ring at the same funeral pace, before sliding into the ring.
As the chorus kicks in, his face cracks into a broad smile. He knocks his top hat onto the top of his cane, and extends his arms to the crowd, moving to each ring post in turn, playing to the audience.
Hunter: And finally Chris Davids, so close to becoming the champion three weeks ago, now he probably has to climb again…and maybe he will.
Mackie: Any way you look at it, it’s a shame the IWC is going into its Christmas break, because with all this going on, Uprising right now is the place to be.
Hunter: It looks like we are ready ladies and gentlemen, there’s the bell…the final Uprising match of 2015
LILITH/WILDE/SKYY VERSUS DAVIDS/TAYLOR/DELIGHT
Jessica Wilde walks to the center of the ring, a smug smile filling her face as Chris Davids looks to kick the match off for his team. The pair of them immediately hook up, and Chris straight away takes the initiative, pulling her back towards the corner where the referee commands them to break. Predictably, Chris does as he is told, but Jessica doesn’t, gouging David’s in the eyes behind the referee’s back and then taking him down to the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep. Jessica then helps him up, and drags him back towards their corner, but Chris escapes, and with a roll makes it back to his corner, tagging in Gavin Taylor. Jessica just smiles, and holds out her hand, tagging in Lilith Evans, who nips over the top rope, straight into a right hand from Gavin. Lilith retaliates with one of her arm, and then thrusts out her leg, Gavin catching it. Straight away Lilith leaps in the air and spins around, catching Taylor under the chin with a mule kick, which puts him on his backside, allowing Lilith to quickly get him into a head lock. Gavin immediately gets to his feet, and drives his elbow into Lilith’s stomach, and then again, causing her to let go. Lilith then goes for a clothesline which Gavin ducks under, ending up in his corner where he tags in Cassius DeLight. Lilith just grins, and holds out her hand, tagging in Vanilla Skyy
Hunter: The Sinistry in control at the moment, but it is early doors
Vanilla smiles at Cassius who gives her a respectful nod, the pair of them hooking up, Cassius transitioning her into a head lock which Vanilla nips out of, putting DeLight into an arm bar. Vanilla puts Cassius’s arm behind his back and then pushes him towards the ropes, Cassius jumping onto the second strand and then spring boarding backwards. Vanilla however see’s it coming and ducks under the attempt, Cassius crashing to the mat. Vanilla grabs Cassius and drags him over to her corner, tagging in Jessica Wilde. Jessica turns to Vanilla and smiles, shouting at the top of her voice so that everyone can hear
Jessica: I told you Vee, your place is in the Sinistry.
Vanilla just rolls her eyes, but Jessica is already slamming the back of her elbow into the spine of Cassius DeLight, before then taking him down the mat with a foot sweep. She nips up onto the second rope and them comes crashing down on his chest with both knees. She then turns around and tags in Lilith, who leaps over the top rope, dropping her leg across DeLight’s chest, and then hooking the leg
1…
DeLight kicks out, Lilith tagging in Vanilla who bends under the bottom strands and helps Cassius to his feet, whipping him into the ropes and catching him with a raised knee on his return. Vanilla then pulls him over to her corner once again, and tags in Lilith.
Hunter: Tell you what; the Sinistry and Vanilla Skyy are working VERY well here tonight
Mackie: Vanilla getting an insight into her future perhaps
Lilith picks Delight up to his feet and drives him into the corner, ramming her shoulder into his stomach two, then three times, driving the air from his lungs. She then fires off a left hand, and then a right, before grabbing the back of his head and forcing it down, straight into her knee. With a smile at Jessica, she then whips Cassius into the ropes, looking for a Lou Thesz press, but Cassius see’s it coming, and drop kicks her out of midair, Lilith crashing to the floor.
Hunter: What a counter from Delight, Evans did not see that coming.
Mackie: And Cassius heading to his corner…Lilith doing the same.
Lilith reaches her corner and tags in Jessica who runs across the ring, and drives her foot into the back of Cassius, but just a moment too late. Cassius makes the tag to a massive ovation from the crowd; David’s entering the ring like a house on fire, slamming his fist into Jessica’s face over and over again. He then bails her into the corner, and scoops her up onto the turnbuckle, before getting up their himself and throwing her arm over his shoulder.
Hunter: He’s going for the Super Plex
Mackie: Not if Vanilla has anything to do with it
Vanilla runs across the ring and puts David’s on her shoulder, showing extreme strength. Jessica clears her head and stands, drop kicking David’s from off her shoulders, the fans actually in shock as Jessica pats Vanilla on the back
Hunter: What the hell?
Dollar: Vanilla Skyy with the huge save and these fans do not like that one bit.
Mackie: Vanilla Skyy knows what is good for her guys; she knows the Sinistry is her future.
Dollar: I don’t think that is the case, not for one second. She’s a winner; it’s as simple as that.
Jessica drops to her knees, covering an unconscious Chris Davids.
1…
2…
To a huge ovation, Gavin Taylor makes the interception, the fans on their feet
Hunter: Gavin Taylor with the save…now what?
Lilith takes Gavin Taylor down with a Spear, the referee losing control as Jessica picks Davids up, and DDT’s him into the mat once again. Cassius DeLight bends under the strands, but immediately Vanilla tackles him, the pair of them falling through the ropes and to the outside. Back in the ring, Lilith bails Gavin into the ropes, but he explodes with a Huge Real Men use Lariats, sending Lilith through 360 degrees and to the canvas. The referee stops Gavin from getting to Jessica and forces him out the ring, as Jessica gets to her feet and then rams her forearm into David’s groin, the referee not seeing it. Lilith rolls out the ring, as on the outside Cassius and Vanilla argue
Cassius: What you doing Vanilla? This is the Sinistry for God’s sake
Vanilla: Winning, that’s all there is to it Cass
Hunter: Vanilla making it clear, she just doesn’t want to lose this final match
Mackie: That’s fair enough, if that was really the case, but it obviously isn’t. Mark my words, your Golden Girl is about to become Sinistry
Jessica lifts Davids to his feet, and whips him into the ropes, but Chris grabs the strands, Jessica running in, and straight into a shoulder block from Chris. Jessica runs forwards, ducking under a David’s clothesline, and hits the strands, and jumping back into a high cross body. David’s catches her in midair and using that momentum, he power slams her into the canvas. Before grabbing her arm and pulling her into the corner, tagging in Gavin Taylor. Vanilla and Cassius are still arguing at ringside, and only now finally go back to their corners. Gavin picks Jessica up, and stepping through her leg, pulls back on her back, locking in the Abdominal Stretch.
Hunter: Gavin slowing it down, and Jessica in a lot of pain right now
Jessica tries to power out, but Gavin forces his knee into the back of her, taking her down to the floor where he then grabs her arm and brings it across her throat, locking in a sleeper hold.
Mackie: And now he’s looking to make her pass out
Hunter: Gavin Taylor has made it pretty clear that 2016 is going to be his year. What better way to prove that than by beating the Sinistry and Vanilla Skyy tonight.
The referee moves in and lifts Jessica’s arm, and it drops heavily to her side. He then moves in again, and lifts it for a second time, and again it drops. Lilith Evans climbs to the top rope, the referee moving to intercept, Gavin releasing the hold when he sees what is going on. He doesn’t however see Vanilla Skyy on the opposite corner. Gavin shouts something at Lilith as she gets down from the turnbuckle and Gavin then laughs at her, turning to once again lock in Jessica. However Vanilla leaps from the turnbuckle, and catches him flush with a Missile Drop Kick, Gavin bouncing into the ropes and then rebounding, straight into Jessica who pulls him down into a small package
1…
2…
3…
Noooo, Gavin kicks out at the last possible moment, Vanilla shaking her head as she receives some inevitable boos from the crowd.
Hunter: Wow, these fans making their feelings known here.
Mackie: Can you blame her? She wants to win; her team mate was in trouble
Hunter: But this is the Sinistry we are talking about Dave
Jessica gets to her feet, and applauds Vanilla, before holding out her hand for the tag. Vanilla looks out over the crowd, who are still booing, and then at the hand
Hunter: What’s going on here?
Dollar: She’s not going for the tag that’s what
Vanilla is just about to make the tag, when her eyes suddenly widen
Mackie: Jessica…behind you
This time Gavin pulls Jessica into a schoolboy, the fans on their feet
1…
2…
3…
NOOOOOOO, Jessica kicks out just in time, Gavin rolling backwards and holding up his hand, tagging in Cassius, as Lilith tags herself in.
Cassius runs in, but Lilith drops, taking Cassius down with a drop toe hold, Cassius’s throat coming down on the second strand. Lilith puts the boot in on her opponent, whilst turning to Jessica, shouting at the top of her voice
Lilith: I TOLD YOU SHE COULDN’T BE TRUSTED
She looks straight at Vanilla who sighs, shaking her head, as Lilith picks Cassius up and pushes him back and into the corner. A Lilith runs in, she drives her knee into DeLight’s stomach, Cassius dropping to a seating position. Lilith takes a couple of steps back and then runs in, leaping in the air and looking for a Bronco Buster, but DeLight ducks out the way, and slides first out the ring, and then back in, grabbing the back of Lilith’s head and then holding it in a reverse DDT position, her legs still on the middle strand. He then drops backwards, spinning her around so that her face plants into the canvas, the fans on their feet applauding.
Hunter: Huge DDT from DeLight, the Sinistry is in trouble.
As if sensing this Jessica enters the ring, going after Cassius who is staggered by a right hand, Taylor exploding into the ring with a Lou Thesz press which takes Jessica to the mat. He unloads with some heavy artillery as Vanilla bends under the strands, intercepting Chris Davids, and pushing him back into the corner. As she unloads with some bombs, Cassius spins her around and kicks her in the stomach, bending her over. However as he grabs her, Vanilla lifts her body upwards, sending Cassius into the turnbuckle so that he is hanging from it upside down. She walks back into the center of the ring, again experiencing boos from the fans, but before she can do anything, Jessica is on her feet and leap frogs over Skyy, slamming into DeLight with a spear. Jessica raises her arms in joy, but Vanilla spins her around, asking her what the hell she is doing. Lilith bails Gavin Taylor through the ropes and to the outside, and then joins her Queen’s side.
Vanilla: I had this Jessica
Jessica: I did it for you Vanilla, can’t you see? You belong with us, you always have.
Vanilla gives her a look, and as Cassius slowly gets to his feet, Vanilla mouths ‘I’m Sorry’ to him, before hitting him with the devastating ‘White Out’. She leaps in the air and kicks him fully in the face, knocking him out. Vanilla then bends down, shaking her head, as the referee counts
1…
2…
3…
Vanilla rolls off with a sigh, and backs off to her corner as Lilith and Jessica celebrate their huge victory
Hunter: What a match, and what a conclusion to 2015 for Uprising, all six individuals putting on a show only Uprising can.
Mackie: A fitting end to the year…it looks like Jessica has something to say however.
Dollar: God help us…
Jessica grabs a microphone and turns to Vanilla who is stood in the ring. Jessica smiles, and places a hand on Vanilla’s shoulder, as behind them the rest of the Sinistry slide under the ropes.
Jessica: Vanilla, looks around you, and tell me that the Sinistry is not where your heart belongs. Look into the eyes of Harbinger, of Benjamin, of the Executioner, of Lilith, and of Decay, and tell me that this isn’t the strongest family you have ever seen. We are your destiny Vanilla, together; you and I can rule the IWC. All you have to do, having witnessed the loyalty, and togetherness of the TRUE Sinistry, is say the magic word…yes.
She passes the microphone to Vanilla who looks out at the crowd, all of them imploring her to say no
Hunter: Come on Vee, stick to your guns
Mackie: She’s going to say yes, I can see it.
At the top of the ramp, DeLight, Taylor and David’s are stood, like everyone waiting for the answer
Vanilla: Jessica, I respect you, and I know that this…this isn’t the real you. So, thank you for the offer…but the answer…is NO.
The place erupts with joy, as Vanilla nods towards Jessica and then goes to leave the ring.
Jessica: Errr, ok…Vee…that’s fine and all. After all, it’s your decision to make. However, the Sinistry does have a new member…and let’s just say, he may want to change your mind.
Vanilla looks at Jessica confused, but that confusion changes to shock, as the individual jumps over the barricade.
Hunters: That’s DORIAN…
Dollar: And looks at Vanilla, she’s visibly shaking
As Vanilla’s eyes are on the advancing Dorian, the Executioner drags her back into the ring and lifts her up, power bombing her into the mat.
Jessica: By the way Ms. Skyy…you made the wrong decision.
The Sinistry start putting their boots in, and to an explosion of noise, DeLight, Davids and Taylor hit the ring, an all-out brawl ensuing. The Executioner and Gavin Taylor trade right hands as Davids nail Benjamin Flynn with a Spear. Harbinger and Decay grabs a hold of DeLight and throw him into the corner, Lilith dropping him with a raised knee. Ba’al, Eve and Siqua then run down the ramp and slide in, Ba’al going after the Executioner, Eve nailing Jessica with a brutal Crescent Kick but Executioner then levelling her with a Clothesline. Siqua gets the upper hand on Harbinger, but Benjamin drops her with a DDT.
Hunter: The sheer weight of Sinistry numbers is just too much…Jessica has to be loving this.
Jessica gets to her feet, and through the carnage spots Vanilla Skyy who is unsteadily getting to her feet. She pulls something from out of her coat, and then extends it, revealing it to be a police baton.
Hunter: No, someone…look.
Mackie: The Sinistry is in total control…there is no one to save Vanilla now.
Jessica smiles, Vanilla not sure where she is. Jessica gets behind her, and lifts up the baton, her eyes narrowing.
Dollar: This could be brain damage, or worse…what a way for the year to end.
Jessica gets to just within striking distance when the arena explodes with noise, the Masked Individual charging down the ramp with Baseball bat in hand. He enters the ring and cracks the bat into the spine of the Executioner, and then an Uppercut sends the big man over the ropes. They then catch Decay with a shot to the knee, as Jessica slides underneath the ropes and to the outside. Dorian tries to grab hold of Vanilla, but he’s too slow, and the crack from the bat hitting him in the small of the back is heard around the Manhattan Center, and he gets out the ring almost as fast as he entered. As they keep swinging, they don’t hit anyone else, but they do clear the ring. The Individual then stands in the middle of the ring, slowly turning and pointing the bat at all who surround the ring, almost daring them to enter.
Hunter: Standoff…what’s going to happen now?
Mackie: Who the hell is this anyways…?
Dollar: Crazy that’s who they are.
First of all Jessica gets to her feet, and commands her Sinistry to follow her. Then Ba’al gets up, and he, Eve and Siqua disappear through the crowd. The fans are going crazy as DeLight, Davids and Taylor get back in, Vanilla turning to the Masked Individual, picking up a mic.
Vanilla: Thank you…whoever you are.
“Always welcome…I will always be there…always.”
Vanilla scowls, and then reaches for the mask, for a moment the individual backing off, but then relenting
Hunter: She’s going for the mask
Mackie: At last, we are going to find out
Dollar: What a way for the year to end
Vanilla lifts the ski mask, ever so slowly, her eyes widening and the arena exploding.
Hunter: IT’S DANNY FUCKING DARKO!!!!
Mackie: …. You swore
Dollar: It’s been him…all along
Hunter: I honestly do not believe it.
Vanilla stands there for a few moments, trying to take it all in, and then finally nods at Danny, and gives him a smile of approval, before sliding out the ring. Chris, Cassius, and Gavin nod as well before doing the same, and then joining Vanilla, leaving Danny in the ring alone. As he looks out the crowd, a huge grin on his face, they roar their approval to his return, to which he holds the bat aloft.
Hunter: Ladies and Gentlemen, Danny Darko is back…and I for one am glad of that fact
Mackie: One person that won’t be…Trinity Street, and I can’t wait to see that reaction.
Hunter: What a night it’s been for the Uprising brand, but that is it from us guys…we will be back in January which seems like an eternity away. All of you in the IWC universe please stay safe and have a fantastic Christmas and New Year’s and from me, Dave and Johnny…Good night. After the break…it’s time for RIOT
The camera pans back to Danny Darko who takes in the tremulous applause from the crowd, a huge grin on his face
A brief video package plays, and it’s not just that wonderful filler garbage we get to kill time between the end of one show and the start of another. All that can be seen at the moment is darkness, but what can be heard are the sounds of thunder. No, that’s not thunder, that’s the rumble of hundreds stomping their feet and clapping their hands.
The camera slowly rises and rises and, guess what, it rises some more, passing out of shadows and to sand. At last we see the source of this thunderous ovation, and it happens to be coming from the screaming spectators gathered in the circular stands that surround the pits of an arena. The crowds dressed in their ancient roman attire cut lose with screams at the sight of the gladiators fighting to the death on the sands below them. But this clash is just an appetizer before the main course.
Trumpets suddenly sound from the balcony where royalty watches on. All attention is drawn from the blood spilled across the amphitheater to the figure who presides over this chaos. Seated upon a throne in a toga with golden fleece is IWC President Drew Bryant. His eyes seem glazed over and listless, losing interest in the battles waging beneath his feet.
Soon the wandering eyes of the crazed crowd draw to the goiter hung from the throat of a portly announcer. He stands with one arm over his pot belly, the other gesturing to the pits so far below him.
Announcer: King Drewontavius Bryantis is pleased to present to you the main attraction of the third annual Invictus games.
More trumpets blare as flower petals shower the two combatants emerging from the dungeons. Shields are held in front of the already armored bodies of the gladiators, who walk in sandals across the sands. Eventually they reach the center of the fighting pits, turning to Bryantis and offering the their very lives.
Fighters: We who are about to die salute you!
Instead of lifting weapons aloft in tribute to the ruler, either athlete raise what appear to be Championship belts. The gold in their hands reflect the bright sun hung over head, the light also gleaming from their helmets. That armor is soon removed from their heads so as to give Drewontavius a better look at their faces. Uprising brand World Champion Vanilla Skyy and Riot brand World Champion Katelyn Buehler, allow the world a peek at their fierce, unshakable expressions.
The eyes of the fighters and those of the hundreds and hundreds of spectators closely watch the ruler rise from his throne. At last he gestures for the conflict to commence. And it shall start precisely on his cue with Skyy and Katelyn grabbing their respective spears and raising them over shoulder. They crouch into fighting stances, readying for a battle not of ultimate supremacy but to the death. Katelyn smiles and Skyy winks as the war begins.
And if you think you’re going to see it, think again stupid!
Instead what we see are the following words flashing across the screen.
INVICTUS III:
COMING TO NIMES ARENA 2016
The second half of this End of the Year IWC telecast commences right in the epicenter of what promises to be a figurative storm so frenetic that it puts a Sharknado to shame. The fans better have their umbrellas ready, cause here comes the deluge of chaos. Cameras open on the squared circle, which is covered in red felt and holds not the many grudge matches scheduled to go down here tonight at the End of the Year Special, but a podium. The commentators give the viewers that little bit of insight as to why the podium and the felt adorn the squared circle.
Greyson: Welcome everyone to the Riot portion of this all important night in IWC history, the third annual End of the Year Special. But before we get into the action scheduled to go down tonight, we’re going to hear from Karen McBride, who last month won back her position as Principle Owner of the IWC.
Sparkles: Karen McBride is going to have some MAJOR announcements to kick start tonight’s telecast.
Frankie: This is undoubtedly the darkest day in IWC history.
Greyson: We’ll be hearing from Karen McBride in a mere matter of moments, what’s she going to announce, and how will it affect this evening’s End of the Year Special? But first we’ve got a very special video package to put this night into perspective.
It’s close to Christmas so what better way to start this special event than by milking that yuletide spirit for all it’s worth? If Hallmark can get away with abusing the holidays you better believe the IWC will to. A video package commences that showcases jolly ole’ Saint Nick. At the moment he’s joined by dozens in a crowded mall, because why spend time with family when you could instead be out killing one another over discounted televisions? Santa sits in an ornate throne wearing his characteristic garb that is just as red as the makeup smeared on his cheeks.
Santa: How much longer?
Asks Santa to one of the middle aged men forced to swallow his dignity by dressing in Elvish leotards.
Elf: About another hour.
The elf to Santa’s right replies with a voice that cracks thanks to a two pack a day habit.
Santa: Jesus Fucking Christ….
Santa looks through his big fake beard and his billowing white hair towards the dozens and dozens of people waiting in line to take a seat on his lap.
Santa: Send in the next one…
The horror…the horror….Santa’s night isn’t over, meaning that bottle of bourbon sitting in his dressing room will have to go untouched just a wee bit longer. He’ll really need a drink when he sees the person who steps past the velvet rope that has been pulled back.
Orlando Cruze: Santeee Claus….Santeeeee Claus….SantEEEEE Claus…
Announces famed IWC athlete Orlando Cruze as he steps up onto the dais where the man with a bowl full of jelly is waiting for him. Orlando, sporting a black leather jacket and shades that are every bit as dark as his attire, slides onto Santa’s knee.
Santa: My oh my, aren’t you a big one?
Orlando: Speaking of big ones, that better be a candy cane in your pocket.
Santa shifts uncomfortably in his throne.
Santa: What can Santa get for you young man?
Orlando: You can start by taking a Mentos….Jesus, did some little shit leave out sour milk for you or something?
A self-conscious Santa breaths into his palm to test his breathe.
Orlando: And you should know what I want fat-boy, that Speak and Spell I asked for when I was a little boy but you never got me.
Santa: Ooooh Santa must have misplaced it in his big bag of goodies….
Orlando: Yeah, sounds like you been smoking something out of that bag.
Santa: Well as long as you’ve been a good boy this year Santa promises you that he can get you the toy you were deprived of as a boy.
Orlando: So in order to get what I want I have to be good?
Santa: That’s right.
Orlando: No deal.
Santa: But….
Orlando: Listen Claus, you don’t dictate terms to Orlando Cruze. I’m a member of Monarchy, and that means WE RULE. Besides, you got nothing in your “BAG” that I want. I’m already part of the most dominant faction in all of professional wrestling, I already have the most smokin’ hot wife in the whole frecken’ world, and I’ve been a champion more times than you’ve been accused of running a sweatshop.
Santa: So what is it that Santa CAN get for you this Christmas?
Orlando: Weeeellll…..it’s not so much what you can get me, but what you can TAKE from a very bad and very spoiled little brat. You’ll no doubt be receiving a letter from Andre Jordan very soon which explicitly asks you to give him a win tonight at the End of the Year Special. I want you to take that letter and use it to wipe the digested cookie crumbs from the crack of your ass.
Santa: Now what has this ANDRE done that was so bad?
Orlando: He’s a thief. He stole something from me a few weeks ago.
Santa: That IS bad. What did he steal?
Orlando: A VICTORY, right from the palms of my hands.
Santa: Oh..
Orlando: And erm yeah he likes to beat on defenseless women too.
Santa: That’s not very good.
Orlando: BUT his most important offense is screwing me over. So yeah, he needs to be punished, and to make sure he gets the beating he deserves I want you to vow that you will NOT help him defeat me at the End of the Year Special.
Santa: Santa would never willingly hurt another…..
Orlando: Than don’t give Andre what he wants this Christmas, and I’LL give him what he DESERVES.
Santa expresses some relief when Orlando rises from his knee and takes a stroll. Though Santa appears even happier when he sees the next person moving towards his lap.
Santa: Ho-Ho-hoooooo….
Provocatively moans Kris Kringle while he removes a candy cane from his pocket and begins to rub the tip against his lips.
Katelyn: Easy with that “HO” shit old man.
There isn’t much that Santa can give Katelyn Buehler, considering she’s already got everything she wants, holding the World Championship belt. She steps towards Santa in her black beanie, jeans with ripped knees and leather coat. The image of her is drank in….no…..SIPPED and swashed by Saint Nicholas.
Santa: Come, sit in Santa’s lap.
He pats an area just a little TOO close to his crotch.
Katelyn: I think I’ll take the knee.
Insists the World Champion, who hesitantly seats on the fat man’s kneecap.
Santa: What can Santa GIVE to you?
Katelyn: I know what you’d LIKE to give me, but I’d rather not catch genital warts.
Santa: Awww, don’t worry…let Santa reach into his sack and…..
Katelyn: Cool it Kringle.
Santa: How can Santa help you, (creepily) little girl?
Katelyn: Tonight during the End of the Year Special I’m supposed to face a woman I hate more than the Last Airbender movie, Taylor Chase. Buuut in spite of hating her so much, I’m still a fighting World Champion and I really want to beat her with the belt on the line so I can finally put our rivalry behind us.
Santa: Santa would love to get behind you….
Katelyn: Yuck. And to think I actually left cookies out for you as a kid.
The footage cuts to yet another lap-sitter later that evening, Emily Cage.
Emily: My sister has been missing for months and no one will help me find her. Maybe YOU can do somethin’ Santa.
A flier is taken from Emily’s pocket which sports an image of her missing sibling Cassidy.
Emily: This is her, her name is Cassidy….
Santa: Oh my…
A smiling Santa takes the photo, examining it a little too closely and a little too long.
Santa: Can uhhhh Santa hold onto this for a while? It would be very beneficial to me.
Emily: Ooookay.
Cindy: Ahem.
The lecherous gaze of Santa rises from the photo and to the faces of the two women who have enveloped him in their shadows. Two of the most demonic and downright demented figures in all of professional wrestling have Santa and Emily surrounded. Cindy Todd stands at their right while her New Eden follower Serenity stoops at Kringle’s left, twirling his beard in her finger.
Cindy: Leave.
The order is directed at Emily and you better believe that Emily is following it. She goes scurrying from Santa’s lap like she were running away from the blade of a knife. No…New Eden are far more dangerous than a knife.
Serenity: Did you get my letters Santa?
Santa: Uhhh….
Even a figure as ancient as Santa has never seen anything the likes of New Eden.
Cindy: We HUMBLY request a few gifts.
Santa: Anything.
Cindy: We insist that you bring our darling Mika Kozlov back to us.
Serenity: We’ve missed having our ‘sestra.’
The grin that plays across Serenity’s face is about as scary as watching the Exorcist alone in the dark.
Santa: Well uh, Santa will give her back to you.
Serenity: Goodie.
States Serenity while reaching over the backrest of the throne and rubbing Santa’s shoulders.
Cindy: We have one more gift in mind, though this one comes with a hitch.
All the shoulder rubbing in the world won’t put Saint Nick at ease when Cindy’s black eyes are drawing towards his face. No longer does Claus require the makeup on his cheeks to render his flesh red.
Cindy: We don’t think this next gift is in your bag, Mr. Claus, and we don’t think you’re elves can manufacture it in their workshop.
Serenity: What we want is…..
Cindy: Blood.
Serenity’s hands that WERE rubbing Santa’s shoulders at this point yank them with such force that both he and the throne he was sitting in go tumbling backwards. The flabby body of Mr. Kringle hits the ground, hidden behind the upturned seat of his throne and the big black boots that kick through the air. Serenity kneels down beside the family friendly icon and what she does with her hands now will NOT be described. Cindy turns from the assaulted Santa to all those who were waiting in line to bombard him with their materialistic desires.
Cindy: Sorry Children, but Santa has made Cindy’s naughty list.
The video cuts from this seasonal slaughter to a camera rotating around the branches of a Christmas tree. The ornaments hung from these branches contain random scenes of all the incidents that have brought us here to the End of the Year Special. In one ornament we see beloved IWC competitor Marina Valdivia attacking Serenity with a pipe wrench. In another we see famed athlete Andre Jordan rolling up an unsuspecting Orlando Cruze and scoring a shocking pinfall over the legend. The final ornament shows Katelyn Buehler holding up the World Title as she stands in the middle of the ring and goes nose to nose with her greatest rival Taylor Chase. This trinket explodes into thousands of shards and the camera zooms into the center of the fiery explosion.
END OF THE YEAR SPECIAL
This time the fire the world sees does not come from an exploding ornament but from the pyrotechnics that shoot up from the steel entrance stage. Pyro erupts from the turnbuckles as well as from the scaffolding. These flames ignite the excitement of the crowd as we come live to the Manhattan Center.
Greyson: This is it ladies and gentlemen, the final and perhaps the biggest event of 2015.
Sparkles: This is the voice of your generation, the most powerful puppet since Baby Sinclair uttered the words ‘not the momma,’ this is Sparkles, and I’m joined by my boy Frankie Paradise, and Greyson Lovejoy.
Frankie: Yup, and we’re all here to see how Karen McBride flops as our new Principle Owner.
Greyson: I don’t see how that’s even remotely possible given the card she’s put together this evening. But let’s not talk about Karen and her mad booking skills, let’s hear it from the Boss herself, because she’s going to open tonight’s edition of the End of the Year Special, and I’m sure she’ll have a lot to say regarding this event.
Everything goes silent, for all of about a second. “American Dreamgirl” plays over the arena PA system and results in an explosion even louder than the pyrotechnics display that went off to commence the telecast. The eruption comes from the crowd who are overjoyed to see their new Principle Owner Karen McBride making her way through the curtains joined by her sisters Melanie and Blaire. The triumphant trio make their way down the ramp with Karen waving to her fans, Melanie blowing a few kisses to the people and Blaire just staring forward.
Greyson: Last month at IWC Upping the Ante, Karen McBride accomplished what she’s been after for six months, she reclaimed her Principle Ownership from that despicable low life Silas Mason.
Frankie: Nobody wants to see it but play the damned footage and get me a barf bag.
UPPING THE ANTE
Highlights are aired from the six person tag team match for control of the Principle Ownership contested back at Upping the Ante. Karen, Blaire and Melanie McBride team up to take on Silas Mason and his crew of Marcus Briggs and Randal Williams in a bout that has been anticipated for over half a year. In the end of this clash viewers see Silas trying to escape the wrath of the women he’s wronged so many times in the past. His staff members Jeffrey Starxx and Mason Van Stanton try to help him away from the ring only for Karen to catch up with them on the ramp and drag Silas back to the squared circle. Just then the world relives Melanie’s breathtaking dive from the squared circle, her body crashing into Starxxx and Mason at ringside.
Back in the ring Blaire tries to use a steel chair on Silas only for him to meet her with a boot to the gut. He then takes the chair from Blaire and turns to use it on her sisters only to have Karen nail a bicycle kick into the steel. As a result the chair is knocked back into Silas’ face and his body is sent spiraling around into the End Game. Karen hits her snap swinging neckbreaker and then finally at long long LOOOOONG last pins Silas Mason to become the Principle Owner.
There is so much love being shown to Karen McBride and her sisters presently stood in the center of the squared circle. While Karen is behind the podium that was shown at the very start of tonight’s telecast, Melanie and Blaire stand off to either side of their sibling. The mic extending up from the podium stops at Karen’s smiling lips.
Karen: Hmmmmm, there’s something different about tonight.
Muses Karen as she looks around, trying to figure out what’s changed.
Karen: But I can’t put my finger on it. Maybe my sisters can help me. Mel?
Melanie steps closer to the podium and then whispers something into Karen’s ear.
Karen: OOH YEAH, that’s it. Silas Mason is GOOOOOONNNNE!
Oh how the world rejoices in recognition of Silas’ being deposed as the big boss.
Frankie: I need to punch something, like right now.
Greyson: Shut up Frankie.
Once the crowd FINALY settles down Karen gives her address.
Karen: It just feels like such a heavy weight has been lifted from this federation knowing that the burden of Silas Mason is NO MORE. So now that Silas’ regime is at an end, it’s time for things to start getting back on track here on the Riot brand. But first, first I have to give credit where credit is due.
Karen looks over one shoulder then glances over the other at either sister.
Karen: I have to say THANK YOU to two of the most important people in my life, two people who made sure that I would be standing here today as Principle Owner. My sister Melanie….
Melanie’s wrist is taken and she is pulled closer to the podium.
Karen: And yes, my sister Blaire.
Though the relationship between Blaire and Karen has been ripe with tension throughout their lives they stand united this evening. Karen takes Blaire’s hand, pulls her in and then lifts her arm aloft. Melanie’s wrist is raised as well, the three McBrides celebrating their monumental win at the pay-per-view.
Frankie: Yuck.
After hamming it up Karen goes back to the microphone, where she’ll throw a little more bacon on the sizzle.
Karen: Together we stood up to Silas, we fought Silas, we never gave up pursuing the Principle Ownership that he stole from me. And tonight, you see how that perseverance is going to pay off. Changes are coming to the Riot brand, starting with removing Silas’ influence on this show.
Focus shifts to the two cage dancers shaking their half-naked asses on the stage.
Karen: Girls, you’re services here are no longer required. So thank you but SKIDATTLE!
The reluctant ladies exit their respective cages and walk to the back.
Karen: Now in regards to tonight’s End of the Year Special, I plan on making this event unlike the shows you’d see under Silas’ regime. This event won’t be one giant ego stroke, no, it’s going to be a massive fan service. You people stood by me in my six month odyssey to reclaim the Principle Ownership, so how about I repay your loyalty by giving you the BIGGEST End of the Year Special EVER!
The fans lap this up like they were cats at a milk bowl.
Karen: Tonight you’re going to see the crowning of a brand new Queen of Wrestling Champion. But that’s just to whet your appetite. We’ve also got Orlando Cruze going one on one with Andre Jordan. A triple threat between Miss Jon, Samantha Raine and Lexy Chapel for the Evolution Championship. Wait though, there’s even moooore, cause we’ve also got Marina Valdivia and Serenity settling their long standing rivalry in a CARTEL CHAOS match.
Oh how the crowd wants to chug that milk now.
Karen: And speaking of rivalries, right here tonight maybe the greatest rivalry of them all WILL….BE….SETTLED when our World Champion Katelyn Buehler takes on Monarchy’s Taylor Chase.
A foul taste appears to fill Karen’s mouth.
Karen: That brings me to Monarchy. A group that seems to harbor this delusion that THEY’RE calling the shots around here. Well Silas may have let that fly, I on the other hand WON’T. I warned them that there would be consequences if they defied my orders to stay out of the World Title main event back at Upping the Ante. Yet they called my bluff when they sent a gate crasher, Ryan Watson, in to interject in Katelyn Buehler’s defense against Scott Cannon. Now it’s time for Ryan and for Monarchy to find out just how serious I was when I warned the…..
”Satisfied” hits the PA system to a response that rattles the Manhattan Center. This entrance music can mean one thing and one thing only, that the World Champion is on her way to the squared circle. Katelyn Buehler emerges from the back and receives a hero’s welcome. The belt shines in contrast to the dark leather coat over her body and the rest of her predominantly black attire.
Greyson: Katelyn Buehler coming to the squared circle and she definitely has an axe to grind when it comes to Monarchy.
Sparkles: It was her match that Ryan Watson interfered in back at Upping the Ante, ALMOST costing her the World Title.
Frankie: She should feel so honored that Ryan singled her out in his IWC debut.
Greyson: Everyone knows why Ryan attacked Katelyn. He was sent out there by Monarchy because they were all barred from interfering in Katelyn’s match…
Sparkles: But Ryan isn’t a member of the IWC roster, so he was immune to Karen’s decree that no member of Monarchy get involved.
Greyson: Ryan and Monarchy are just about to find out that they are NOT as immune as they think they are.
The World Champion’s arrival has the McBride sisters tensing up, knowing just how volatile Katelyn can be, especially when pushed.
Katelyn: Now Karen, before you start spouting off Eric Cartman quotes by demanding that I respect your authority, let’s not get the wrong impression here, I’m not trying to rock the boat. (Katelyn rolls her eyes) Okay, maybe just a LIIIIITTTLE bit, because while I know you want to personally deal with Ryan Watson and Monarchy, I have a counter proposal. Give ME Watson.
Oh daddy, the fans love this idea.
Katelyn: Let me KNOCK HIM THE FUCK OUT!
Karen: Uhhh, here’s the problem with that train of thought Katelyn. You’ve already got Taylor Chase one on one tonight, and we all know that she had a hand in getting Watson to interfere in your title match back at the pay-per-view.
Katelyn: Okay, well here’s a simple solution, give me BOTH Taylor AND Watson tonight. Oh, and let me put THIS on the line.
The World Championship rises over Katelyn’s head.
Karen: I admire your guts Katelyn, I think we all do, but you concentrate on Taylor and I’ll personally handle Rya……
Ryan: Trust her, High as a Kite Kate.
Those in attendance part for the arrival of Ryan Watson, who with bullhorn in hand draws nearer and nearer to the ring. But a bullhorn is not the only thing that Watson carries through the crowd, oddly enough he seems to have a picket sign thrown over his shoulder which reads ‘TAY ALL THE WAY.’
Ryan: Karen’s a woman of her word, she’ll deal with me, but it just might take her about six months to get around to it.
The McBrides, Buehler, and the fans, protest Ryan’s words amplified by the megaphone.
Frankie: There’s the man who created such a scuttlebutt.
Greyson: Watson called out for interfering in the main event back at Upping the Ante.
Sparkles: And Watson’s gonna answer for those actions.
A smirking Ryan is still situated in the audience but is now stood right behind the barricade.
Ryan: Don’t burst her bubble Kate, let Karen go on harboring this delusion that SHE’S in control. Let the Monarchy be the ones who correct her, let us show the Principle Owner who really RULES the wrestling landscape.
Karen: Yeeeeaaah, that’s about enough of that Watson.
Karen makes a cut throat gesture with her index finger.
Karen: I don’t know HOW you managed to slip your way into the building here tonight because I made it pretty clear to security NOT to let you step foot in the arena. You don’t have a contract here with the IWC, and that isn’t about to change. So you have no right to be in the Manhattan Center.
Ryan: Then by all means Karen, flex those authoritative muscles of yours by sending your security to throw me out. It won’t matter. I’ll just keep finding my way back in here and Monarchy will keep finding ways to remind you who really is in control.
Karen goes to respond but Katelyn cuts her off.
Katelyn: Ryan-Ryan-Ryan, you don’t have to worry about being THROWN OUT, what you should worry about is being KNOCKED OUT.
Katelyn is about to use her roaring elbow to do just that. She rolls from the ring, jumps the barricade and goes right after Watson. He barely has time to drop his megaphone and his picket sign before coming to blows with the World Champion.
Greyson: Katelyn wants Monarchy THAT badly!
Frankie: Well she’s got Monarchy here tonight and it’s going to end BADLY for her.
Sparkles: Watson and the Champ fighting it out.
Frankie: Tay-Tay is going to make Kate pay-pay for this later tonight.
This address to the fans has not gone how Karen would have liked. Her focus has turned from promising the fans change to protecting them from chaos. She stands at ringside shouting for security, who come rushing out in droves to separate Katelyn and Ryan as they brawl amongst the crowd of crazed spectators. It takes several dozen guards to forcefully pry Katelyn and Ryan off of one another, their shoulders almost dislocating as they reach for one another’s throats.
Greyson: What a crazed start to the End of the Year Special.
Sparkles: Taylor getting her hands on Watson here and now, but later on it’s going to be the World Champion against Taylor Chase in a non-title grudge match for the ages.
Taylor: What do we want!?!
Protestors: Tay!
Taylor: When do we want her?
Protestors: Every-DAY.
Cameras have turned to the area just beyond the entrance to the Manhattan Center. In spite of it being a frigid night protestors have poured out in droves to walk in concentric circles, shout their long list of grievances and occasionally give their picket signs an upward thrust. Leading this revolt is Monarchy member Taylor Chase, who has taken possession of a bullhorn and utilizes it to lead her supporters in a formal rally. Her cohorts Trinity Street and Lucas Knight stand just off to the sides of Taylor, proudly observing this protest.
Comeau: Ladies and gentlemen….
Stood a few feet away from this drama is correspondent Mark Comeau, who is trying to put this madness into some form of perspective…..TRYING.
Comeau:….this is Mark Comeau and we are stood just outside the main entrance to the Manhattan Center where some form of a boycott has broken out.
Mark peers back over his shoulder at the legions of rabble rousers all adorned in Monarchy style gear.
Comeau: It seems that Monarchy members Taylor Chase, Trinity Street and Lucas Knight are protesting this evening’s End of the Year Special….I’ll try to get you some more details as this story unfolds.
Screams, haunting and harrowing screams, echo through the halls of the Manhattan Center. The origins of these howls can be traced back to a dressing room. The door to it is shut, restricting the view of what’s happening inside. That all changes when Cindy Todd comes waking by.
The world unanimously shudders at the sight of Cindy as the New Eden member proceeds down the hall and comes to a stop just outside the room which serves as the epicenter of so many screams. Cindy steps inside and once past the door turns to look back at the camera with a devilish smile on her face. Just over her shoulder the viewers can see into the room. They can see Cindy’s teammate Serenity stooped over a chair that has some poor portly man strapped down onto it. A gag has been shoved in his mouth and it appears as if Serenity is about to embed a long needle into the flesh on his forearm.
Cindy closes the door.
We’re back in the squared circle where Ring Announcer Thomas Boll is stood front and center. A microphone is held in the hand of the Eastern European import who waits to address the thousands in attendance.
Boll: Lady and gentlefolk, following contest is triple threat scheduled for one fall and it for EVOLUTION CHAMPIONSHIP!
The crowd is all riled up just as the familiar lyrics of “Cynics & Critics” by Icon for Hire start to play throughout the arena. On that cue one of the challengers for the vacated Evolution Championship makes her way out from the backstage area. Massed behind Lexy are her Monarchy pals Alistair Taylor, and Kat Kelly. While one of the Tag Team Title belts hangs from Lexy’s palms, Kat holds the other half of the straps and Alistair clutches a picket sign reading ‘TAY ALL THE WAY.’ The Monarchy trio head down the ramp where Lexy is about to vie to add even more gold to her waist.
Cameras turn from Lexy’s entrance to the Evolution Title belt sitting on top of the announce table.
Greyson: There you see it guys, there’s the Evolution Championship….
Sparkles: As announced over social media the title has been vacated and now a triple threat match will decide a brand new champion here tonight.
Frankie: Only the prospect of an Evolution Title match could get Monarchy members Lexy Chapel, Kat Kelly and Alistair Taylor to cross the picket line.
Greyson: I have absolutely no desire to find out why Monarchy are protesting the End of the Year Special, but I have a very vested interest in finding out if one of their members leaves here tonight with even more championship gold.
Sparkles: It’s not going to be easy for Lexy, she’s got to contend with Samantha Raine AND Miss Jon if she wants to leave here with another championship around that waist of hers.
Frankie: That sexy-SEXY waist. Lexy and Kat Kelly have created a dynasty with the Tag Team Championships since they won them back at Invictus, so you better believe Lexy will do the same for the Evolution gold.
Inside of the ring Lexy climbs the nearest corner and holds up the Tag Title with one hand while pointing at the strap with the other. Her entrance and display of overinflated self-worth is cut short when the lyrics of Samantha Raine’s entrance music filters through the loud speakers. A major wave of support is heard from the crowd.
Greyson: Samantha Raine another challenger for the vacant Evolution Championship and a woman who just needs that ONE match to break out of the pack.
Frankie: The only thing that is going to BREAK is Samantha Raine.
Sparkles: Very real possibility given that she’s bitten off way more than she can chew.
Greyson: She’s got the Evolution Title in her sights, but in her side-view mirror she’s got to keep an eye on the beast Miss Jon.
Frankie: Miss Jon has been all over Raine like she were a box of Twinkies.
Greyson: Including back at Upping the Ante.
UPPING THE ANTE
The chaotic events at the previous pay-per-view are recapped, focusing on an altercation between Miss Jon and her rival Samantha Raine. As Miss Jon and her agent Martin Howe III stomp down a corridor neither are aware that Raine was lying in wait to get her hands on them. Raine leaps onto Jon’s back and pounds her with punches, their brawl consuming the guerilla position.
Cameras go back to the ring where Lexy Chapel is STILL waiting on the arrival of Samantha Raine.
Greyson: Raine took a bold risk in attacking Miss Jon.
Frankie: Which resulted in dangerous consequences.
Greyson: Jon has been dubbed the ‘Destroyer of Beauty,’ and as thus she’s been fixated on the insanely attractive Raine for weeks no……
Sparkles: Hold up-hold up-hold up Sparkles is hearing that something is happening backstage involving Raine and Miss Jon this very second.
Cameras cut from the ring where a triple threat match between Samantha Raine, Miss Jon and Lexy Chapel is SUPPOSED to be happening. That three way might not take place after all seeing as Miss Jon is not the type who shares when it comes to brutalizing Raine. The guerilla position backstage is filled with the sounds of Raine’s painful groans as she’s driven spine first into a vertically stacked steel crate. Miss Jon has the cagey veteran loaded up onto her enormous shoulder and is driving Samantha’s spine into a devastating collision.
Howe: She’s laughing at you! She’s LAUGHING AT YOU!
Shouts Miss Jon’s agent, Martin Howe III crouching at the knees and watching excitedly as his client decimates Raine.
Greyson: Miss Jon jumping Samantha Raine backstage.
Frankie: Ultimate comeuppance.
Sparkles: Miss Jon apparently wants Raine all for herself.
Raine’s back has withstood a NASTY slam against the steel and an even more devastating collision with the wall. Miss Jon snatches Raine by the hair and flings her across the hall. The force in which she’s thrown actually lifts Raine off of her feet and sends her flipping over back first into the wall. Although it feels like her spine is snapped Raine STILL tries to get up, refusing to stay down at Jon’s feet. Rather Raine likes it or not she’s going to STAY down. Miss Jon grabs one of the steel crates that line the walls of the hall and throws it with all of her strength into Raine’s lower back. As much as she tries to hold it back Raine can’t help but to scream in agony as she rolls to her side and clasps at her kidneys. That provides absolutely no release from the strain that her body is under.
Howe: Enough.
States Martin as he steps closer to the side of Jon and gestures towards the ring.
Howe: Save a little bit for Lexy. That pretty-pretty little Lexy.
There it was, the one word Miss Jon needed to hear to truly send her over the edge….’pretty.’
MISS JON VS. SAMANTHA RAINE VS. LEXY CHAPEL:
EVOLUTION CHAMPIONSHIP
Just as cameras get back to the ring the hair raising, heart rate quickening, goose bump elevating tracks of Miss Jon’s entrance theme bombard the PA speakers. No longer will Miss Jon’s wrath be contained to the backstage area, for it will now be on display for the entire world to see. The curtains that dangle over the entry way open as Miss Jon stomps to the stage and her agent Martin Howe III glides to her side. The pinpoint pupils of Jon lock on Lexy Chapel inside of the ring, who is now the only woman keeping the Evolution Title out of her reach.
Frankie: Alright Lexy, maybe the Evolution Title isn’t THAT important. Don’t stand in the ring with this-this-MONSTER. Instead come over here and sit in the safety of my lap.
Greyson: Miss Jon just decimated Samantha Raine backstage and now she’s looking to do the same thing to Lexy Chapel in that ring.
Sparkles: All in route to Jon capturing the vacated Evolution Title.
The arena almost shakes with each forceful stomp that Miss Jon takes down the ramp, drawing her menacing body closer and closer to Lexy in the ring. Lexy’s associates Kat Kelly and Alistair Taylor look on in concern as they’re friend readies to fight undoubtedly the most dangerous woman in professional wrestling. Yet Lexy goes right at her.
Nothing about Lexy is gun-shy, she rushes right at Miss Jon the moment the brute climbs up onto the apron. Lexy tries to drive her right back down to ringside, flinging punches and kicks into the daunting anatomy of her opposition. The blows have Miss Jon reeling back but do not remove her from her feet. Instead it’s Lexy who goes down when Miss Jon reaches out, takes her by the hair and then drags her into a powerful headbutt. Lexy goes down to the ring and Miss Jon steps over the ropes the cables, joining her opponent inside of the squared circle.
Jon drags Lexy up by the wrist, backs her up into a corner and then launches her into the diagonal turnbuckle. The moment that Lexy hits the corner Miss Jon comes dashing in and delivers a splash so forceful it moves the entire squared circle.
Frankie: OOOOH NO! NOOOOO!
Greyson: Lexy just CRUSHED in that corner.
Sparkles: Sparkles bets Lexy is regretting being so damned desirable right now.
Greyson: Miss Jon decimates beauty and Lexy is just about as gorgeous as they come.
And Lexy is paying for that beauty at the moment as she’s thrown through the ropes by the back of the head. Miss Jon follows her adversary from the squared circle, pulls her to her feet and then presses her spine against the turnbuckle post. Jon puts just a little distance between herself and her adversary in order to get a big running start behind a big devastating splash.
The splash connects….ON THE RING POST!
Lexy clears out of the way right as Jon runs past her and demolishes the post. The self-inflicted injuries have Jon stumbling back and looking ever so disorientated. She has lost all sight of her opponent, Lexy climbing onto the apron, then onto the turnbuckle. The crowd cannot help but to cheer as Lexy leaps from the top rope into a Cancun Tornado.
Frankie: OH BABAY!
Lexy’s body SLAMS into Jon’s shoulder and ALMOST takes the behemoth down.
But it didn’t.
Miss Jon reels back and falls against the barricade, leaning her bulk against it for support. Meanwhile Lexy rolls across the mats and towards the ring, using the apron to stand up. Lexy lunges from the apron and into a forearm smash on Miss Jon, followed by several more sudden and fatal blows. An aggravated Miss Jon shoves Lexy back, causing the Monarchy member’s spine to hit the apron. Lexy ricochets off the reinforced section of the ring and then stumbles into a hip toss…..just not ANY hip toss. Jon takes Lexy under the armpit and throws her over the barricade into the crowd.
Frankie: GAAAAAH!
The fans just BARELY part out of the way in time as Lexy’s body goes flying through them and cracking against the concrete floor.
Greyson: Good lord the HEIGHT, the HEIGHT that Lexy just got before that fall into the floor.
Sparkles: She might have cracked her backbone.
Frankie: Come over here Lexy, and I’ll mend it for you.
There will be no rest for the WICKED.
Miss Jon goes after Lexy only to have her Wicked Intent tag team partner Kat Kelly and her Monarchy cohort Alistair Taylor run interference. The pair jump over the barricade and gather around a laid out, motionless Lexy, who lies broken on the concrete. Instead of going through all three of these individuals Miss Jon decides to show off her dominance in another way. She returns to the ring and to the delight of her agent Martin Howe III, she takes her thumb then slides it across her throat. Her tongue extends from her mouth as she gestures that death is imminent for anyone who dares to oppose her.
Unfortunately for Miss Jon, some people just stubbornly refuse to DIE.
A steel chair wallops her right upside the spine, and the weapon can be traced right back to the hands of Samantha Raine.
Sparkles: Raine is BACK!
Greyson: How? How is Raine still alive and kicking after Miss Jon just decimated her backstage?
Frankie: Is she out of her gord?
Sparkles: Somehow Raine has recovered from that attack in the guerilla position and now she’s actually out here getting herself some of the woman who TRIED to take her out.
The referee is too preoccupied checking on the condition of Lexy outside of the ring to notice what’s going on within it. So Raine’s use of the chair goes without consequence, for everybody save for Miss Jon. The big woman at first appears effected by the chair shot, emphasis on the word APPEARS. Suddenly she whips back her braids and turns her huge maniacal eyes towards Raine, tongue yet again draped over her chin in Gene Simmons manner. She might just bite off that tongue though when the chair in her attacker’s hands slams with so much force across her brow. Raine hits Miss Jon with a chair shot so powerful that it actually BREAKS the makeshift weapon.
Greyson: OUCH!
Sparkles: Miss Jon is learning that Raine is made of much tougher stuff than she’s been given credit for.
Greyson: This ongoing war between Raine and Jon has proven that Samantha is more than just a beautiful face.
The Rogue Element has just left Miss Jon in a state she’s very unfamiliar with. She is balancing herself on her heels, TRYING to withstand these stiff chair shots. Raine pulls her weapon, what’s left of it, back and then THROWS it straight into Miss Jon’s face. The sound of steel to skull again reverberates throughout the arena as Miss Jon staggers back into the ropes, falls against them and then goes flipping over backwards. Amazingly Miss Jon lands on her feet, albeit a bit weak in the legs, which threaten to buckle on her. The referee has stopped checking on Lexy and is now sliding into the ring, noticing Raine inside doubled over, clasping her back. The referee checks on Raine, while behind him Miss Jon is regrouping and regrouping fast. Instead of going back after the woman who just bludgeoned her with the chair, Jon turns to her other opponent. She reaches over the barricade and into the crowd where Lexy is recovering after that deadly hip toss into the concrete she took a few moments earlier. The second Jon grabs Lexy a steel chair goes flying right upside her skull. Lexy has popped back up to her feet and has employed a chair to CRUSH Jon’s cranium.
Greyson: Another chair shot, this time by Lexy Chapel!
Frankie: Hahahahahaha, Miss Jon is really going to need to be imprisoned in the State Home for the Ugly after all these cracks to the face.
After multiple blows from the chair Miss Jon is on dream street…of course her dream street happens to go by the name of ELM STREET. Somehow, just like Freddy Kruger, she’s still standing even after all these shots to the skull. Her opponent continues to capitalize on the referee’s distraction, Lexy jumping to the barricade with chair in her hands then sailing off of it. The chair tucked under her arm is driven into Miss Jon’s scalp, the blow disorientating her even more. Yet STILL Miss Jon is not going down, which just doesn’t sit well with Lexy, NOR Raine. Surprisingly Raine and Lexy put aside any personal differences in order to grab Miss Jon by either wrist, take her by the back of the head and then charge her along towards the barrier around the time keeper.
No, not TOWARDS the barrier, but THROUGH it!
The barricade EXPLODES around Miss Jon’s body, which keeps on moving until it comes to a stop on top of the time keeper, and on top of the ring bell.
Greyson: HOLY GOD!
Sparkles: Raine and Chapel THROWING Jon through that barricade!!
Frankie: Lucky for her our time keeper Francisco was there to break Jon’s fall.
Amazingly the body of the Time Keeper holds Miss Jon up just enough to keep her from going down to the ground where the crumbled remains of the barricade can be found. She might be upright, but she sure isn’t conscious of that fact. She also has no clue that Lexy and Raine are continuing this fight, now going at it amongst one another, taking Jon out of the equation.
Lexy and Raine have rolled into the squared circle and are having a rather tense stare down. Finally Lexy turns her backside towards Raine and gives it a slap, insisting that her opponent should give it a kiss and then walk her OWN ass to the back. Obviously Raine doesn’t consider this request for even a second, instead she pie faces the Tag Team Champion. The shove causes Lexy to go spinning around, yet she turns this into a gold opportunity, swinging her leg into the air and hitting a kick right into Raine’s ribs. Lexy then hits another kick, this one a punt style blow that blasts Raine in the face, standing her upright, for a moment. Because Lexy threatens to take Raine down when she hits a step up enzugar-NO, Raine ducks her head at the last second, causing her adversary’s foot to go flying over her head. Lexy lands on her face after missing the kick, though she won’t stay down on her lovely mug. She just starts to get up only to have her opponent catch her with the camel clutch.
Raine locks Lexy in the hold for only a moment before falling forward, putting her knees into her adversary’s armpits and as thus flipping Lexy over onto the back of her shoulders.
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The banged up Lexy gets her shoulders off the ring and falls forward in the process, coming down with her seat on top of Raine’s lower back. Lexy then swings around, grabs Raine’s leg and folds it, seamlessly transitioning from that camel clutch pin into a Boston Leg Crab. The hold puts tremendous strain on both the leg and the lower back of the Rogue Element, a back that was smashed with a crate mere moments before this match started.
Though Lexy might earn a submission victory she instead goes for a shock pin. She flows from the Boston Crab to a body scissors before falling to her side and rolling Raine onto the back of her shoulders.
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Raine launches a shoulder off of the canvas.
Greyson: With Miss Jon out of the equation we’re actually seeing some WRESTLING go down here instead of blatant brutality.
Sparkles: Wrestling on a wrestling show? Inconceivable.
After kicking out of the body scissors Raine twists to her knees then tries to push herself up from them only to hit a roadblock, one in the form of her opponent Lexy. The Tag Team Champion steps to Raine’s side and begins to flip over her into the Oklahoma Roll but the potential pin is countered. Instead of being rolled onto her shoulders Raine quickly falls back and takes Lexy’s hand, using it to drag her down into the small package.
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Greyson: ALMOST.
Much to the relief of Alistair and Kat their friend Lexy gets her shoulder up just in time to keep her championship ambitions alive. Lexy leaps back to her feet and once upright she receives a stiff chop across the chest, then a European Uppercut against the chin. Raine puts her hands to Lexy’s ribs and gives her a shove, sending her adversary flying back into the ropes. After ricocheting from the cables Lexy unwittingly walks right into the spinning heel kick unleashed by her opponent. Raine gets significant height on the leaping heel kick and then plummets to whole new lows when she’s CAUGHT in mid-rotation and her move is countered into a back breaker straight across Lexy’s elevated knee.
Frankie: TOO SWEEEEET!
Sparkles: That back breaker was a thing of B-E-A-OOTY!
Greyson: Lexy dropping Raine right across the very same back that was injured by Miss Jon before this match got underway.
The impact with the knee has Raine’s already bruised back only swelling even further. Even more damage is done to that spine when Lexy comes leaping from the ring apron, to the top rope and then dropping from it skull first straight into the small of her opponent’s back. Raine unleashes a blood curdling cry, feeling like her back was just snapped like a pretzel. She is just about to TRY and stand up only to find Lexy’s knees embedded against the small of her back before her body is pulled over where it is locked in the bow and arrow stretch. Raine’s arms desperately swipe through the air, as if they’re searching for something, ANYTHING she can use to break her out of this hold. The submission is broken, though it’s not by Raine’s doing.
Suddenly Raine and Lexy find themselves engulfed by a shadow because Miss Jon’s planetary mass blots out all the light that WAS pouring down upon them. Now the only thing that comes down on either lady is Miss Jon’s body as she hits a big splash on Raine, crushing her ribs and breaking her back across the knees that WERE dug into it.
Greyson: Raine locked in the bow and arrow stretch and….OH JESUS!
Sparkles: That was the biggest and most devastating splash Sparkles has ever witnessed!
Frankie: How the fuck did she do that? How the hell is Miss Jon back in there? The big bitch went through a friggin barricade for Christ sakes.
Greyson: Nothing can stop this woman.
Sparkles: And both of her opponents just learned that the hardest way possible.
The big splash has not only hurt Raine but also inflicted quite a bit of punishment on Lexy, who’s knees buckled under the strain of Miss Jon’s weight. She and Raine lay side by side, hurting equally from the splash then hurting equally from the next move Miss Jon hits them with. She grabs one of Raine’s legs and she grabs one of Lexy’s before beginning to spin. The crowd watches in dropped jaw suspense as Jon makes one rotation after another, swinging BOTH of her opponents around in circle after circle.
Greyson: Holy Christ, Miss Jon is giving the giant swing to Lexy AND Raine.
Sparkles: This woman is a freak of nature.
Frankie: You’ve got that freak part right.
Greyson: Well this freak might be on her way to becoming the new Evolution Champion.
At ringside we can see Martin Howe counting off each revolution made by his client. He stops at the count of ten just as Jon throw down her opponents. Actually she just flings them to the ring like they were nothing but bags of garbage. She looks to compact that trash at this point by rolling Raine over on top of Lexy and then approaching the ropes which she intends to come flying off of into another big splash….the biggest of them all.
Jon steps to the apron then steps up the corner, verging closer and closer to the top.
Frankie: No way…no way..
Sparkles: Is Miss Jon thinking of coming off of that turnbuckle?
Frankie: Doesn’t she need some form of clearance from air traffic control first?
Greyson: If Miss Jon splashes both of these ladies form the top rope then their careers are over.
The moment Miss Jon puts one foot on the top rope she almost finds herself toppling from the turnbuckle thanks to Raine. Samantha hustles up the corner and catches Jon around the neck actually trying to do the unthinkable by delivering the superplex. There’s a reason it’s called the unthinkable. Miss Jon counters with brute strength, pushing Raine from the top rope and to the ring below. The moment Raine hits the canvas Lexy pops up from it. She goes scrambling up the corner and tries to succeed where Raine failed, attempting a top rope superplex. Raine catches Jon around the neck yet never drags her down off the turnbuckle, instead the big woman shoves Lexy off and sends her flying back to the ring.
As soon as Lexy crashes into the canvas Raine goes running past her and running up the ropes. She hits a step up corner enzugari, smacking Jon in the temple. The blow has Miss Jon nearly falling back and tumbling from the turnbuckle to the arena floor. Somehow she remains on the corner just as Lexy runs at the cables, steps up them and hits an enzugari of her own, smacking Jon in the temple opposite to the one that Raine struck a second earlier. Again Jon has to battle the temptation to go flying from the corner and hitting the ground so far below. Shockingly Jon stays on the corner that has both of her opponents climbing up the opposite side. Raine and Lexy get to the middle rope and take turns punching Miss Jon across either side of her face. That’s before they stop individually attacking and decide to the shock of the world to join forces. The two nod at one another, apply simultaneous front face-locks on Miss Jon and now prepare to do what the ring was not built to withstand.
Greyson: No…no….they’re not going to do this.
The fans watch in shocked disbelief as Lexy and Raine use their combined strength to lift Jon off the top rope into a superplex straight into the middle of the ring.
Frankie: AAAAAAAHHHHH!
The whole ring shakes once Miss Jon’s body comes plummeting into it with the force of a comet. Instead of taking out a whole race of dinosaurs, Miss Jon is the only one destroyed by the impact with the ring, which almost buckles once her body is flung into it.
Sparkles: SUPPPPERPLEEEX!
Greyson: Stereo superplex! Stereo superplex delivered by BOTH Lexy AND Raine!
Frankie: So friggin unreal.
Howe does not look pleased as he watches from ringside, balling up his fingers into a fist and shouting at his client to ‘GET UP!’
Shockingly that’s just what Miss Jon is doing, laboring to get off the ring and onto her feet. Even though her body was not designed to survive the type of impact it just withstood, Miss Jon STILL gets up and walks right into the Jem Star Stunner. Raine catches Miss Jon around the neck and prepares to exact revenge on her for all of their brutal encounters in the past. Just as it looks like Raine will finally have closure in her war with Jon, her target shoves her way out of the stunner. Raine is pushed forward and right into a SUPERKICK. Lexy was waiting like a spider to catch a fly and Raine was the first to be thrown into her web. She unleashes a superkick on Raine’s jaw and the force of it sends the victim turning absent mindedly into another kick, this one to the gut. Jon doubles Raine over with the kick to the stomach and then drags her head into position to unleash the dreaded Up Yours, Bobby Walker.
Greyson: Jon’s gonna hit the sit-down powerbomb!
Frankie: And this time Raine ain’t going to recover.
Sparkles: She hits this she could become our new Evolution Champion.
Greyson: That’s what these three ladies are fighting for, that vacated Evolution Title.
Jon is just about to hit the powerbomb but Lexy disrupts the delivery when she runs in, steps off of Raine’s back and hits an enzugari. Lexy’s boot smacks Jon across the temple, the strike sending her staggering back into the cables then falling absent mindedly through them to the outside of the squared circle.
Greyson: But Lexy saw an opportunity there, blocking the Up Yours, Bobby Walker to take out Jon.
Sparkles: Though she unintentionally saved Raine in the process.
Frankie: She had to strike when she could to keep Miss Jon off guard and to keep her hopes of leaving here tonight the Evolution Champion.
The enzugari upside the head has dropped Miss Jon to the floor, across her FEET. She leans on the apron for a moment and ONLY a moment to get her bearings before she shakes off the kick to the skull and prepares to avenge it. In a fit of raw rage Jon grabs the ringside mats and begins to rip them apart to reveal the concrete that is below.
Back inside of the ring Lexy has turned her focus to Raine, kicking her disorientated opponent in the bread basket in order to double her over and put her in position for the Explicit Content. Lexy is only a moment away from delivering a package piledriver that will undoubtedly win her the vacated Evolution Title. That second wasn’t fast enough, because Miss Jon blocks it from connecting by reaching under the ropes from the outside of the ring, snagging Raine by the ankle and then giving it a yank forceful enough to drag her out of position for the Explicit Content. Jon pulls Raine all the way outside of the squared circle and then boots her to the gut. Jon lifts Raine into the air in order to hit the Up Yours, Bobby Walker onto the exposed concrete, a move that would fatally injure her adversary.
Raine fights though and fights for all she’s worth.
Her fists collide with Jon’s skull until Raine is freed from her clutches, falling back onto the ring apron where she tries to get her footing. Raine stands, turns back towards the ring and now finds Lexy running across the squared circle, coming straight at her. Some quick thinking saves Raine, who bends down, sticks her head under the ropes, puts it under Lexy’s inbound body and back drops her over the ropes. Instead of crashing into the ringside mats, Lexy flips over and lands on top of Miss Jon’s shoulders. Everyone screams at the sight of Miss Jon about to deliver an absolutely crippling Up Yours, Bobby Walker onto the cement floor.
As Raine rolls into the ring and unintentionally distracts the referee, Kat Kelly interferes in the match. She jumps onto the announce table, runs across it and then lunges onto Miss Jon’s back, placing her in the sleeper hold. As a result Miss Jon gives Lexy a stay of execution, dropping her to the floor instead of dropping her with the sit-out powerbomb. Miss Jon twists around trying to swing Kat off of her shoulders but failing. This opens the door for Alistair Taylor to get involved as well. He steps in front of Miss Jon and kicks her to the ribs while punching her across the face as well.
Greyson: Monarchy attacking Miss Jon!
Sparkles: For the sake of Lexy’s survival.
A pugnacious Kat digs in deep with her sleeper, but that’s not enough to slow Miss Jon down.
Alistair kicks and punches but that’s not enough to slow Miss Jon down.
The beast turns with Kat still hanging from her neck and then steps back, driving Kat into Alistair and driving Alistair into the ring apron. Kat is crushed between Alistair and Miss Jon, while Alistair’s back crushes the ring apron. Both Kat and Alistair fall to the floor sitting up against one another and looking equally as damaged by that good ole’ fashion squishing that Miss Jon just gave them. Their attack finally shows some effect as the depleted Miss Jon leans on the announce table for support. She becomes a non-factor in what’s going on in the ring.
Lexy is running straight at a recovering Raine only to be met in mid-dash with a kick to the stomach. The blow doubles Lexy over, puts her head in Raine’s arms and sets her for the Jem Star Stunner. Raine is a second away from delivering the move and ending this confrontation, but it takes HALF a second for Lexy to counter. She swings her body to the side and frees her head from the three quarters headlock. Upon turning back towards Raine a thumb to the eye is delivered. Lexy gouges Raine’s pupils, blinding her and sending her twisting along towards the ropes. Raine never saw the eye rake coming, nor the big spinning back fist that DEMOLISHES her cheek.
Miss Jon jumps up onto the apron, swings around and delivers a bone crushing spinning back fist right across Raine’s face. The impact is so devastating that it almost sends Raine’s head twisting off of her shoulders. She turns away from the punch and into the kick to the ribs that Lexy uses to set her opponent up for the Explicit Content. There is no countering it this time, Raine is dumped square on top of her head with the package piledriver.
Greyson: Explicit Content connecting!!!
Sparkles: After Miss Jon hit the Eat It, Barbie!
Frankie: Make the pin Lexy, make the pin and become Evolution Champion!
Greyson: She’s trying, but look out for Miss Jon, she’s trying to get in the ring to break this pin up.
As Lexy hooks Raine’s leg Miss Jon begins to slip through the ropes from the apron to stop this match from ending. She’s in the right place to keep Lexy from nabbing the Evolution Title, or at least she would be if it weren’t for the fact that not one but TWO people were keeping Miss Jon from moving any further. Unbeknownst to the referee Alistair and Kat have reached up from ringside and snatched hold of Miss Jon’s ankles. The pair restrains Miss Jon from getting back inside of the squared circle where Lexy has the pin.
Greyson: Monarchy has hold of Miss Jon’s legs!
Sparkles: They’re keeping her from getting back in the ring!
Frankie: Count ref! COUNT!!
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The referee’s hand slaps the canvas for the third time and the moment it does the crowd reacts with such an uproar. There are boos, there are cheers, and then there are just a few indecipherable howls of shock.
Frankie: She’s done it! Yes-yes-yes-yes-YES Lexy has become the NEW Evolution Champion! Oh God yes, oh God yes, OOOOH GOOOD YEEEESSS!!!
Sparkles: Holy crappers, what a moment for Lexy Chapel here.
All within the Manhattan Center are reacting in some capacity to Lexy’s shocking victory. Her fast track to success continues and is reflected in not just the one but the TWO title belts that are hanging from her hands. In one palm her Tag Team Title belt is dangling, in the other palm we can see the belt her victory here tonight has just awarded her, the Evolution gold. The belts she clutches in either hand has her banged up body swaying from one side to the other as she tries her best to keep her balance. All the while Miss Jon’s wide eyes can be seen watching Lexy’s every move. The wronged woman is still half way through the ropes with her big boots glued to the apron where they were pinned in place by Lexy’s cohorts, ensuring she was in no position to prevent the pin that just ensured the crowning of a double champion.
Frankie: Congratulations Lexy, you did it baby, you did it, come give me a congratulatory hug.
Greyson: Do the words ‘restraining order’ mean anything to you?
Sparkles: Lexy Chapel our NEW Evolution Champion
Frankie: No better way to open the in ring portion of the end of the Year Special than this guys.
Samantha Raine, Miss Jon and Martin Howe III would beg to differ. Raine starts to regain consciousness as she rolls to the outside of the ring. Luckily she gets out just as Miss Jon enters, the brute narrowing the distance between herself and the new champion. Lexy wisely rolls from the ring where she falls back into the arms of Alistair and Kat. While Kat hugs Lexy’s waist, Alistair grips her wrist, holding the new champion’s wrist aloft. This celebration at the base of the ramp puts Howe in a bad spot, the unenviable position of trying to calm his client Miss Jon down. She stands there in the ring seething at the visual of Lexy holding up the Evolution Championship.
Greyson: Lexy may have just earned the Evolution Title, but at the same time she’s earned the wrath of Miss Jon.
Right now if there’s one place you wouldn’t want to be it’s on Karen McBride’s bad-side. That’s just where Jeffrey Starxxx and Mason Van Stanton find themselves at the moment. The pair most loyal to the FORMER Principle Owner Silas Mason, are gathered in Karen’s office listening to the orders of the lady who now runs the show. As they hear McBride out they fidget with the knots of the robes that cover their scrawny bodies.
Mason: This is just cruel.
Starxxx: I know my sex appeal steals the show but this is just shameless objectification.
In spite of these complaints Karen sticks to her guns. The Principle Owner shows her resolve is unshakable, she crosses her arms and does not flinch, refusing to give in to the whining of either of her subordinates.
Karen: Let me phrase this another way. You either do as you’re told and get out there (points towards the door and towards the ring) or I’ll see you both in court for breach of contract.
Starxxx: But….
Karen: But nothing. GO!
The disappointed and reluctant Starxxx leads the way. He steps out of the office with a downtrodden Mason Van Stanton following, the pair commencing for the ring in their matching robes. Once the two are gone Karen gets back to more pressing issues, namely the incident that opened tonight’s End of the Year Special.
Melanie: Nice to see you laying down the law, Kar-Bear.
A proud Melanie steps out of the corner of the office approaching her older sister.
Karen: Only just getting started.
Melanie: So uhhh, been waiting for the right time to ask. After what happened earlier in the night are you going to let Katelyn get her hands on Watson? I’d pay good money to see Katelyn kick his booty all over the Manhattan Center.
Karen: It would be money well spent, but you won’t go broke tonight. I fully intend on letting Katelyn and Ryan resolve their differences, just not here at the End of the Year Special. I meant what I said earlier, if anyone is going to deal with Ryan Watson tonight, it’s going to be ME.
Tay: What do we want?
Protestors: TAY!
Tay: When do we want her?
Protestors: Every-DAY!
Taylor Chase is STILL leading a very well organized protest just outside of the Manhattan Center’s primary entrance. She employs a bullhorn to dictate the chants of her supporters, who walk in circles with picket signs swaying over their heads. We can see two more people loyal to Taylor Chase, but they are not walking around waving signs, instead Trinity Street and Lucas Knight stand along with the former three time World Champion, whispering into either of her ears.
Comeau: Well guys, I’m still here….
The camera pulls away from the protest and to the face of backstage correspondent Mark Comeau, who continues to stand at a distance from the boycotters.
Comeau:….and I’m still trying to get answers regarding what this is all about.
His open palm gestures to those chanting oh so loud.
Comeau: I’ve yet to get any answers from Taylor Chase, who along with her Monarchy compatriots Trinity Street and Lucas Knight, seems to be leading a boycott of tonight’s End of the Year Special….
Orlando: Make way, make way, MAKE WAY.
Orders another member of Monarchy, who parts the protestors so that he and his guest can get through. Orlando Cruze pushes along a wheelchair that holds the bundled up body of IWC crew member Susie Moore. The ‘injured’ Susie holds tight to the blanket that covers her and looks wide eyed at the concerned protesters watching her get shoved by on her wheelchair. The man leading her into the Manhattan Center only stops for a moment in order to turn to his wife Taylor Chase and give her the most disgustingly lewd kiss imaginable.
Although the conversation between grapplers Andre Jordan and Marina Valdivia is joined en media res the viewers can tell their discussion is a particularly tense one. The pair are gathered in a locker-room reserved for the agency they’ve been faithful clients of for quite some time, Silverstone International. However, judging by their words, that faith has certainly been eroded.
Andre: So just to make things crystal clear, we’re united on this, right?
Marina has a tough time reconciling herself to do it, but she nods, showing solidarity.
Marina: When Tabitha gets here….(she pauses, having a hard time believing it’s come to this)…we’re going to get answers from her.
Andre: And?
Marina: At…..(voice trails off)….any cost.
Andre: (Detecting the uncertainty in Marina’s tone) Listen, I don’t like doing this anymore than you do. But the fact of the matter is, Tabitha’s been playing these mind games on us for weeks now, faking injuries, making us think she’s been attacked when she hasn’t, and-and-and (now his voice trails off) you saw how irrational she made me at the pay-per-view.
Marina: You need to stop blaming yourself for what happened to Susie Moore.
Andre: Who should I blame then?
Marina: (Finally embraces the truth) You KNOW who’s to blame.
Andre: Tabitha might have driven me to lose my cool, but it was MY hands that tossed that trashcan down the hall, and it was MY fault that it hit Susie in the head.
Marina: But it’s just like you said, NONE of that would have happened if not for Tabitha faking that injury and driving you up a wall. We won’t have to worry about that after tonight though, because (sounding more and more certain) one way or another we’ll get answers from Tabitha.
Stagehand: Sorry to interrupt.
Andre and Marina were so deep in thought that they didn’t even notice the crew member infiltrating their locker-room with a notecard in hand. Andre turns away from the plain white wall that he and Marina were standing in front of while talking.
Andre: What can I help you with, chief?
Stagehand: Just got a message from your agent Tabitha Silverstone….
Marina: (Sounding equal parts intrigued and concerned) What did she say?
The crew member scans the notecard.
Stagehand: She says she’s too injured to be here tonight, but she wants you both to know she’ll be supporting you in spirit.
The moment this sentence ends the stagehand can tell he better start putting some distance between himself and both members of Silverstone International. Neither Andre nor Marina even realize that the stagehand has left given their preoccupation with the resentment settling deep within them.
You want to know what it takes to make over a thousand people simultaneously groan? Play the tracks of Eminem’s “Phenomenal,” and then give them the visual of Orlando Cruze. It’s hard to believe, given the reaction of the crowd, that at one time Orlando was arguably the most loved man in professional wrestling, NOT anymore. The term ‘heat’ doesn’t even begin to describe what Orlando is getting as he makes his way out from the back, and as if the sight of him wasn’t enough to aggravate the fans, he’s also pushing along a wheelchair that holds an ‘injured’ Susie Moore.
Greyson: On a night that seems to be getting stranger with each passing second we’ve now got Orlando Cruze headed down our way and….and…he’s got our broadcast colleague Susie Moore with him.
Sparkles: Well we’re scheduled to see Orlando Cruze take on Andre Jordan here tonight in a rematch from their clash on Riot a few weeks back, but right now it doesn’t look like Orlando is very interested in battling Andre.
Frankie: No, hahahahaha, he’s far more interested in grinding some salt in Andre’s festering wounds by bringing Susie out here. After all, it’s Andre’s fault that the poor, defenseless, absent minded Susie is in that wheelchair.
Greyson: I think Orlando and Susie may be hamming up the extent of those ‘injuries.’
Frankie: Did you not see what Andre did to Susie back at Upping the Ante? You know what, let’s remind you what that cold hearted bastard did to our friend Susie.
A video package features an irrational Andre Jordan dealing with his agent Tabitha Silverstone backstage at Upping the Ante. Mere moments after Tabitha was apparently assaulted and left lying on the floor, Andre comes along in an effort to comfort her. But Tabitha’s words inspire Dre to lose pretty much all semblance of self-composure. The sight of Tabitha’s condition prompts Dre to snap, picking up a nearby trashcan and flinging it down the hallway. A high pitched scream brings Dre back to reality, his eyes widening the instant he sees that the can he tossed happened to collide with backstage correspondent Susie Moore’s head. Andre looks downright disgusted with himself.
And if he wasn’t truly disgusted with himself before Andre is about to be right now, his rival Orlando Cruze will make certain of that. Back in the ring live at the End of the Year Special, Cruze is stood with microphone in hand and Susie Moore plopped in a wheelchair directly in front of him.
Orlando: What kind of world do we live in?
Judges Orlando as he steps beside the bubble-headed babe Susie.
Orlando: What kind of sick twisted world would endorse the actions of a man who willfully beats on poor defenseless women?
The crowd aren’t the only ones booing Orlando’s sickeningly hypocritical comments.
Greyson: (Sickened tone) Listen to this. It….was…an….ac-ci-dent.
Frankie: The hell it was. Did you not see the look of joy in Andre’s eyes when he realized he hit Susie with that trashcan?
Sparkles: As if Orlando has any room to judge Dre, for God sakes, it was just a few months ago that Orlando superkicked Andre’s agent Tabitha Silverstone.
Orlando kneels down beside Susie and takes her hand into his own.
Orlando: Look at this beautiful young girl….okay, maybe she’s nowhere near on the level as my super sexy wife Taylor Chase, but Susie is still quite the looker? To think that her attractiveness could have been ruined by that misogynist Andre, it just makes me physically ILL. If that were to happen, if Susie’s face was permanently damaged, what would she have going for her? Absolutely NOTHING. I mean, the dodo has a bigger IQ than Susie. The girl still eats crayons for Christ sakes.
As Orlando insults Susie verbally he further patronizes her by patting her on top of the head.
Orlando: Without her face, Susie would be as worthless as Andre’s entire wrestling career. And her face is exactly what Dre tried to take from her. Yet you people, you sadists, each and every single one of you still cheer for Andre, you still show the man love. You actually support a son of a bitch who beats women? What’s-what’s-what’s next? Is OJ Simpson gonna come out here to a standing ovation?
Greyson: Oh this is just getting sick.
Frankie: He’s absolutely right.
Sparkles: Is Orlando actually comparing Andre to OJ Simpson?
Orlando: Are you people going to throw a parade for Chris Brown?
Greyson: COME ON!
Frankie: These people should be as ashamed of themselves as Andre Jordan.
Now Orlando is rubbing the top of Susie’s head like she were a kitten.
Orlando: Do none of you have any appreciation for what Andre did to this girl? Ever since he BASHED her over the head with a trashcan she hasn’t been the same. Tell them Susie, tell them how Andre’s attack has affected you.
The microphone is put in front of Susie’s mouth but there are no words amplified by it. It appears the tart has no idea how to react so she improvises….BAD IDEA.
Susie: Well, I have been a little gassier than normal.
This revelation forces Orlando to bury his face in his hand in order to hide his cringe.
Orlando: You hear that? Susie’s stomach has been in KNOTS, because she lives in constant debilitating fear of setting foot in this arena. She used to LOVE coming to work every day until that predator Andre got his hands on her. Ever since that night Susie’s been suffering PTSD….
Susie: I take penicillin for that..
Orlando: (Talking out of the side of his mouth) Shut it….(talking normally)….Unlike you people I sympathize with victims, not with the monsters who prey upon them. Unlike each of you cold hearted bastards I want to punish guys like Andre, guys who could hurt innocent and defenseless women. That’s just what I’m going to do here at the End of the Year Special. I’m going to avenge Susie…
Greyson: Orlando is NOT fighting for Susie Moore. This is all about Orlando’s ego being unable to tolerate the fact that Andre pinned him several weeks ago on this telecast.
Orlando: And I’m hoping each of you in this arena tonight do the right thing by withholding your cheers for Andre when he comes out here. Actually, you know what you all should do? You should show some solidarity, and join me in booing Andre out of this building. Make him feel as powerless and as victimized as he’s made Susie feel…..
The only person about to be victimized at the moment is Orlando Cruze. Before the Icon even sees him coming down the ramp, Andre Jordan goes sliding into the ring. Dre ‘unapologetically’ goes right after Orlando, the Phenom backing away from his antagonized rival.
Frankie: What does this Chris Brown wannabe want now?
Greyson: Thank God. Andre Jordan coming out here to finally shut Orlando up.
Andre has absolutely been pushed to a point where no man should ever be shoved. He steps back from the edge in order to toss Orlando over it. The snarling Andre goes right after Orlando but just as his hands reach for the Phenom the wrath Cruze is so deserving of receiving is denied. He steps behind the wheelchair that holds Susie Moore and turns her into a human shield. The chair is pushed along right into Andre’s legs, causing him to go tripping over and crashing right into the defenseless and stunned Susie.
Greyson: OH THAT SON OF A BITCH!!
Frankie: Andre taking his frustrations out on Susie Moore AGAIN!
Greyson: Shut up Frankie! Orlando PUSHED Susie into Andre so that he could tuck his tail and escape the ring.
Sparkles: Poor Susie.
When Andre gets back to his knees he scoots across them as quick as he can to return to Susie’s side. His shaking hands move towards the head of an unconscious Susie, who had all of Dre’s weight come crashing down on top of it. He cautiously takes Susie’s face into his palms and then looks over her through the ropes that Orlando is now standing on the opposite side of. Such fire burns inside of Andre’s eyes as he glares furiously at Orlando backing up the ramp. The flame within Dre only intensify as he hears the laughter coming from Orlando and sees the smile drawn across his face.
Greyson: That classless son of a bitch.
Sparkles: Man, Andre is so going to enjoy getting his hands on the Phenomenal Orlando Cruze later tonight.
Frankie: Boooo Andre…BOOOO. To all the kids watching at home, don’t support misogyny.
The very same door we saw Cindy Todd step through earlier tonight finally opens back up. Once again the Queen of Chaos steps into the hallway, but this time she does not go alone. Her New Eden follower, and former World Champion, Serenity is right behind her. A few minutes ago the world saw Serenity holding a needle, however this time she’s clutching a red cooler.
Cindy: How much did you get from our reluctant donor?
Serenity giggles before giving her answer. As she speaks she lifts the cooler with one hand and she taps at it with the other.
Serenity: Every last drop, hehehehe.
The two walk down the hall, leaving the camera situated on the door they just stepped out of. The wind just so happens to push that door open far enough to reveal the man left inside, a man who looks like an empty husk tied to a chair, breathing but breathing very shallowly.
Another door comes into view, this time a duo of them. The blue double doors that serve as the exit and entrance to the Manhattan Center open very slowly and very tentatively. An apprehensive Desmond Drake sticks his head into the hallway and nervously peeks around. He cautiously surveys the landscape before he dares enter the arena. Silas Mason’s former stalwart, and his tiniest stalwart, moves into the building carrying the Queen of Wrestling Championship over his shoulder.
Stagehand: HEY DESMOND!
One young man is TOO excited to see Desmond, and his display of elation has little Drake jumping out of his tiny britches.
Drake: WHAT!?!
Snaps Drake, who almost drops the Queen of Wrestling Title from his shoulder.
Stagehand: Been waiting for you to get here all night. Mrs. McBride sent me to get THIS (tries to grab the Queen of Wrestling title belt) from you,
Drake: I think not.
The gold isn’t about to leave Drake’s shoulder. The midget surprisingly puts up a great defense against the taking of the title.
Stagehand: But it’s supposed to be going to the winner of the four way for the Queen of Wrestling Title tonigh….
Drake: Says who?
Stagehand: Mrs. McBride.
Drake: Well I don’t work for McBride. I work for Silas Mason and he entrusted ME with this championship.
Drake hugs the belt and hugs it tight.
Drake: I’ll be the one who decides who gets this belt, and I’m telling you right now it’s not going to any of those ladies that Karen has hand-picked to challenge for the title tonight.
Stagehand: I’m afraid I’m gonna have to insist that you….
Drake: Have you ever been headbutted in the crotch by a midget?
Stagehand: Erm, can’t say that I have.
Drake: It’s not a pleasant experience, I promise you.
The Stagehand wisely backs off.
Drake: There will be a new Queen of Wrestling Champion crowned tonight, but it’ll be one that I cherry pick to be the champ.
When cameras transition from the backstage area and to the entrance stage they pay particular focus to the two empty cages that had been previously occupied by scantily clad dancers. At the start of the show the fans saw Karen McBride send the strippers packing, as thus removing even more of the former Principle Owner’s influence over the show. Apparently those cages aren’t going to remain empty for much longer, and there will be flesh to feast your eyes on, it just might not be the flesh fans are particularly interested in seeing.
Jeffrey Starxxx and Mason Van Stanton emerge from the back adorned in matching robes, either man coming to a stop beside either empty cage.
Greyson: Guys we’re about to hear from Karen McBride regarding what happened to start tonight’s show but ummmm, what brings Silas Mason’s former stooges to the stage?
Frankie: A stage that looked a thousand times better when it had the cage dancers on it.
Sparkles: Sparkles will dance in that cage for you, Frankie.
Frankie: Ehhhh, I’ll pass.
Greyson: Why are Mason Van Stanton and Jeffrey Starxxx out here? I would have figured these guys would get lost after Silas was deposed as Principle Owner.
Oh how the two men in question wish they could get lost. That’s not happening though, because they’re under the bright lights, and they’re subject to the most degrading moment of either of their lives. After they simultaneously sigh they unfasten the knots from their robes and throw them aside. The crowd instantly fights back the urge to upchuck their lunches when they see Mason and Starxxx standing there in nothing but there boxer shorts.
Frankie: Oh wow.
Sparkles: Oh gross.
Mason and Starxx have never looked more bashful as they enter the cages designated for them and close the doors behind their backs. In the most repulsive sight since Kathleen Turner, both Starxxx and Van Stanton begin to dance and dance horribly mind you.
Greyson: Hahahahaha, Starxxx and Van Stanton, have been-have been chosen as replacements for the cage dancers.
Sparkles: A fitting punishment for these horndogs.
Frankie: This is wrong, this is-this is-this is sexual harassment!
The crowd continues to either laugh or fight their urge to vomit at the sight of Van Stanton dancing the Charleston in his skivvies. The crowd knows precisely how to respond though when the tunes of ‘American Dreamgirl’ start to pump through the arena speakers and Karen McBride emerges from the back. With little sister Melanie at her side Karen comes to a rest on the stage, looking from one side to the other at the dancing Lotharios contained in their cages. Melanie can’t help herself, taking a bundle of single dollar bills and pelting Starxxx with them.
Melanie: Dance bitch, DANCE!
Starxxx sneers at Melanie while continuing to dance like Carlton Banks listening to a Tom Jones record. Karen proceeds towards the squared circle with a microphone squeezed in her hand.
Greyson: One has to wonder what brings Karen McBride out here now.
Frankie: She’s out to drool and nothing more. She wants to slobber all over Starxxx and Van Stanton
Sparkles: Well here’s the thing, Karen has got some issues to contend with this evening as it regards the group Monarchy and her dealings with Ryan Watson.
EARLIER TONIGHT
Another quick recap video replays what went down at the start of tonight’s End of the Year Special. At first things are going exactly as according to Karen McBride’s plans. The new Principle Owner comes out to address the audience only to have her statements cut short when World Champion Katelyn Buehler hits the ring. The Champ insists that Karen sign a match between herself and Ryan Watson after his interference in her title defense at the last pay-per-view. Before Karen can give an answer she finds her sentence once again abruptly interrupted, this time by Watson himself. He comes walking through the crowd employing a bullhorn to chastise both Karen and Katelyn alike. Before McBride can put Watson in his place, Katelyn puts her fists upside his face. A brawl between the World Champion and Watson breaks out in the crowd that has to be broken up by throngs of security guards.
The live feed from the End of the Year Special is re-established in time to catch Karen McBride on her way down the ramp speaking into a microphone.
Karen: You’re right Ryan Watson, the wheels do tend to turn slowly around here, but it’s not going to take me six months to deal with you.
Announces Karen as she enters the squared circle with Melanie pausing at the apron.
Karen: No-no-no, you’re not getting off that easy. Unlike Silas, I take more of a HANDS ON approach to dealing with trouble makers. I’m not going to be a doormat, I’m not going to allow Monarchy to go on thinking they call the shots all around the professional wrestling world. HELL NO. You want a job here in the IWC, come on out here and EARN it. But if you lose, no, WHEN you lose, then you are never allowed to show your face in the IWC again.
Watson: What an ultimatum, love.
It didn’t take much baiting at all to lure Ryan Watson out from the backstage area. He emerges through the crowd, but as he does so a group of security guards stand on either side of him. They ensure that Watson goes to the ring and ONLY to the ring.
Watson: How am I to resist a woman with your charms? I GRACIOUSLY accept your challenge….(sarcastically) BOSS.
The microphone Watson had been gifted is flung aside and he is now leaping over the barricade, springing into action.
KAREN MCBRIDE VS. RYAN WATSON
Ryan Watson dashes past Melanie McBride at ringside and then slides straight into the squared circle where the Principle Owner is waiting on him. Ryan throws a punch that Karen has the timing to duck. As a result Watson swings completely around and back to face the knife edge chop that crushes his chest.
Greyson: Karen wasn’t joking, she really is a HANDS ON type of boss.
Sparkles: She made a challenge to Ryan Watson and he’s accepted. The Principle Owner is facing off with the latest addition to Monarchy’s army.
Frankie: And if I’m hearing this right, there are some pretty big stakes on the line here. If Watson wins he gets an IWC contract, but should he lose, then he can never show his face in this federation again.
Greyson: Karen laying down the law and now she’s laying into Watson with these chops. She’s nipping this Monarchy problem in the bud and doing it on her very first night as Principle Owner.
The chop across his sternum has Watson doubling back and falling against the ropes for support. His jaw is then caved in by a straight right hand. The blows definitely have Watson in a condition he didn’t expect to find himself in this evening, on the defensive. Karen jumps into the air and drives her head into Ryan’s, the collision nearly knocking him down through the cables.
Sparkles: Karen fighting to keep the spread of Monarchy contained.
Greyson: She wants to stop them before they try to take over the Riot brand entirely.
The shot upside the skull has Watson all disorientated, and so does the right connecting upside his temple. Karen puts some distance between herself and her adversary before dashing into a clothesline, a clothesline that Watson manages to JUST avoid. He falls to his back and low bridges the top rope, causing Karen to go tripping over him before taking a tumble to the outside of the ring. Karen collapses to the ground, landing mere inches away from Melanie’s feet. Her sister is right there to try and shout some motivational words to Karen, who grabs at the apron in a valiant effort to reach her feet. Unfortunately Waston is right there to knock her back off of them. He runs the length of the ring then goes flipping over the top rope into a senton plancha, flinging himself right into…..the FLOOR.
Karen side steps Ryan at the last second, causing his body to go sailing into the ringside mats and hitting them with gruesome impact.
Greyson: They call those moves high risk for a reason.
Sparkles: Watson’s dive sending him flying right into the floor.
After crashing with a thud echoing throughout the Manhattan Center, it seems that Watson is pretty much dead to rights. He lays limp on the floor, totally unaware that Karen has leaped to the apron beside him and is now back flipping into the moonsault. She crashes down right on top of Watson with her move eliciting a loud pop from her supporters.
Greyson: Nice moonsault by Mc….oh wait, she’s not done yet.
Karen rolls off of Watson and to the announce table, climbing up into it and then diving off into a modified frog splash. The impact with Watson’s ribs has driven every last bit of air from his body. He’s obviously not in very good shape as Karen leaves him at ringside and returns to the squared circle.
Frankie: Would people STOP using our announce table already? It was okay when Kat did it earlier, but with Karen it’s a different story.
Greyson: And you’re biasness continues to know no ends.
The very aggressive McBride leaves the ring in order to drag Ryan back into it. He is thrown into the squared circle, ending up on his back while his opponent ends up on the top rope. Karen gets her balance, soaks in the response from her fans then goes airborne, leaping into the elbow drop. Her arm goes down right into Ryan’s elevated knees.
Sparkles: Top rope elbow blocked by Watson’s knees.
The impact of Karen’s elbow against Ryan’s legs has her in a particularly rough spot. She rolls away from Ryan and into the ropes, grabbing at her sore elbow. She quickly dashes away from the cables though and comes roaring towards Watson, only to have him side step her and get his knee up into her ribs. Karen flips over Watson’s knee and then crashes onto the canvas across her back. The quick and agile Watson takes off into the ropes at Karen’s side, springing from the middle cable with a moonsault. In mid-air he twists around, turning the lionsault into a senton bomb that slams straight into Karen’s stomach.
The impressive Watson crawls into the cover on McBride, hooking both of the Principle Owner’s legs.
Sparkles: What an auspicious start this would be for Ryan Watson’s IWC career to beat Karen McBride in his first night.
Greyson: If he does so he’ll have earned himself a contract with the IWC, and further empower Monarchy.
Greyson: Watson could do it, he is a former SCW Adrenaline and United States Champion.
Watson’s blend of speed and flexibility make him quite the dangerous opponent as evidenced by the position he’s currently got Karen in. McBride’s attempt to stand up becomes complicated when Watson grabs her wrist and pulls her into a short arm punch. He then pushes her back while keeping hold of her wrist then drags her into a short arm back elbow. He then pushes her back and pulls her back in by the grip on her wrist so he can slap her in the face with a forearm smash. Finally he pushes Karen back one last time before yanking her towards him with a short arm clothesline.
Sparkles: Nice sequence of strikes by Watson.
With Karen down Ryan is free to go running into the ropes, bouncing from them and then connecting with a jumping knee strike. He gets so much height on his vertical leap that he’s able to swing his legs beneath him before bending one just in time to send it smashing into Karen’s brow. McBride grabs at her face and rolls away from her adversary, ending up in the turnbuckle that she employs to reach her feet. The second she stands up she finds herself contending with a leaping forearm smash that collides straight with her already banged up face.
Melanie: COME ON KAREN!
Melanie screams from ringside and slaps the apron in an effort to build her sister back up. Ryan smirks at the concern he hears in Melanie’s voice, but will more enjoy the sound of Karen’s bones snapping under his fists. He catches her with a few jabs across either cheek before he takes her under his arm, carries her out of the corner and then drops her spine across his knee. A Canadian Back breaker connects, doing even more damage to Karen’s already banged up torso. She drops off of Watson’s knee and to the canvas where she’s then pinned by the Monarchy member.
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Karen’s shoulder is up in plenty of time to prevent defeat. This kick out has Watson aggravated yet nothing will keep him from being dominant as well. He takes Karen’s wrist, uses it to drag her along to her feet and then pulls her along into yet another Canadian Back breaker. Karen’s spine once again ricochets off of Ryan’s raised knee. The impact has her groaning in pain and rolling to the middle of the ring where she will try to convalesce her injured spine.
That’s NOT happening.
Watson hits a front dropkick to Karen’s ribcage, the impact sending her body flying under the ropes then crashing to the outside of the squared circle. She’ll get no rest outside of the ring either, because Watson is right behind her and right on top of her. He stomps her a few times before approaching the ring steps, beginning to dissect them just as he’s dissected his opponent. He grabs the top half of the stairs, flips them onto their side and has them now stacked up vertically. His attention returns to McBride, rolling her to the apron before going there himself. A repugnant grin comes to his face as he tucks McBride under his arm and lifts her into the air.
Greyson: He’s not….
Sparkles: It looks like Watson is going to give Karen a Canadian Back breaker off the apron and onto those steel steps!
Frankie: Karen will be walking as funny as any woman who’s ever slept with Desmond Drake.
A match, no CAREER ending, back breaker is about to be delivered. Karen has to fight to not only keep this match going but her life as well. Her knee flies up and hits Watson in the pectoral muscle, then the shoulder, causing his grip to weaken. Karen manages to drop to her seat on the apron, landing right in front of her opponent. To Watson’s surprise he finds Karen rolling backwards, extending her legs and wrapping them around his waist before pushing herself up into the wheel barrow. Karen takes Watson around the neck and pulls him off the apron into a wheel barrow bulldog that drives his face straight into the steps he had vertically positioned.
Greyson: OOOOH-OH-OH-OH MY GOD!
Sparkles: THAT WAS SICK!
Frankie: A bulldog into those stairs!
The steps remain in the same position but not Watson’s nose, which is presumably fractured on impact with the steel. His brain rattles around inside of his skull as he staggers back from the stairs that just did so much damage to his face. He’s on his feet, but not aware that he’s still standing, nor is he conscious of the Irish whip that is about to be his undoing. Karen takes him by the wrist and launches him right into the steel stairs, knocking them down from their vertical placement and also knocking all the wind out of Watson’s body. He bounces off the steel and then goes rolling lifelessly across the mats.
Sparkles: Remind Sparkles never to piss Karen off.
Greyson: Then you might want to start showing up for work on time Sparkles, instead of punching in late cause you were busy fighting pigeons over scraps of cheese.
A shocked Watson buckles under the strain of impact with the stairs. His opponent rolls back into the ring and then rolls back out to break the official’s ten count. The Boss then continues after Watson, who somehow is on his feet. He’ll find it very difficult to remain upright when Karen’s fist slaps him across the cheek. The fired up McBride leads Watson towards the ring only to stop briefly in order to slam his face against the stairs. Watson can barely stand as he limps into the squared circle, rolling in with his opponent entering right behind him. Karen stands up with her back to the corner and her foot crashing into the canvas, signaling that the bicycle kick might be seconds from connecting.
Greyson: Here comes the bicycle kick!
Sparkles: The very same move that sealed the fate of our FORMER boss Silas Mason back at Upping the Ante.
Greyson: It might very well be enough to send Watson packing for good.
A banged up Watson ebbs ever nearer to his feet totally unaware that Karen’s boot is about to knock him into next month. Karen unleashes the bicycle kick, her boot lunging for Watson’s face only it never makes impact. Watson catches the boot of his opponent, and then with lighting fast speed he hits an inside leg trip on her planted foot. McBride hits the canvas across her back with her leg still elevated into Watson’s hands. He swings around her leg, appearing to go for that inverted figure four leg lock he’s world famous for. However, the moment he turns his back on Karen she sits up, wraps her arms around his hips and pulls him back into a roll up. Ryan ends up folded under Karen who is seated on his thighs.
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Ryan kicks out with such force that Karen’s body is launched off the back of his thighs and sent flying forward into the ropes. She ricochets from the cables and then turns her momentum to her advantage. She leaves her feet, going for the bicycle kick. Her boot BARELY misses Watson’s head, because he baseball slides right under the kick and then ends up in front of the very same ropes that Karen just ricocheted from. Karen swings around to face Watson then comes bolting directly at him only to have the crafty veteran bend down and catch her coming in with a back drop over the cables. Karen flips completely over before crashing down NOT into the floor but into the STEEL STEPS!
Greyson: Karen’s back hitting the STAIRS!!
Sparkles: That was a BRUTAL landing.
Frankie: One that we can only HOPE broke Karen’s back.
A scream can be heard from Karen’s sister Melanie, who tries to stifle her squeals behind her palms. She is horrified at the visual of Karen being back dropped from the ring spine first into the stairs on the floor. She is even more despondent at the sight of Watson dropping to the ground and then tucking into a forward roll. He flips out of his forward sommersault with a rolling thunder, hitting the senton on Karen and crushing her back against the steps she was still splayed against.
Frankie: THAT WAS AWESOME!
The fans groan loudly at the sight of Watson hurting himself to hurt Karen even worse. The man fighting for an IWC contract pulls Karen off the stairs and throws her into the ring where he goes for an immediate pin.
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In spite of hooking both of Karen’s legs and stacking her on her shoulders Karen kicks out. Watson sits on the canvas with his cheeks puffed out like a blow fish, looking frustrated that he can’t seem to put the Principle Owner away.
Greyson: McBride and Watson putting on a display of innovation here in this match but they’re still failing to finish one another off.
Sparkles: Think of what they’re fighting for. Karen wants to take Monarchy down a peg by sending Watson packing back to SCW, and Watson wants that IWC contract so he can continue making a stink here in the IWC.
The end seems imminent at this point considering that Watson is pulling Karen along to her feet and then hitting her with a stiff bridging German suplex. The agony in Karen’s back is exacerbated as she’s planted viciously into the canvas and her shoulders are counted down on the canvas.
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Although she’s taken a lot of punishment to the back Karen launches a shoulder off the ring. Watson grabs hold of her hair, tugs it and returns her to her feet before launching her off into the turnbuckle. Unfortunately Karen turns and her back withstands much of the impact with the corner, instantly debilitating her limbs. She staggers out of the corner and into a boot to the gut, her opponent then pulling an arm through her leg. Watson lifts Karen into the air with a pumphandle that is then inverted into a back breaker.
Karen’s lower back almost snaps across Watson’s knee. She’s not in the best shape, not even bad shape, no, she’s in the WORSE shape. She falls almost limp to the canvas but won’t stay in the ring, rolling out of it and falling to the floor. She ends up knelt with her face leaning against the stairs that have been a double edged sword for her in this match. She has no idea that Watson has followed her to the outside of the ring and now crouches beside her in anticipation of unleashing the Wicked Kick in the Face.
Frankie: Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes…the superkick.
Sparkles: A move that has become a staple of Monarchy.
Watson’s foot lunges towards Karen’s face and connects….with the STAIRS!
McBride pulls back and lifts the stairs she was leaning against, propping them up vertically just in time for her opponent’s boot to crunch against them. A loud groan of agony comes from Watson as he turns away from the stairs and limps across the mats, unable to put any pressure on his leg. He absent mindedly rolls into the ring where he tries to stand up only to find the pain in his foot too severe to tolerate his weight. He is so preoccupied with the pain in his foot that he has no idea that he’s turning around right into the bicycle kick. There is a huge roar from the crowd at the sight of McBride hitting the pump kick straight to Watson’s chin.
Greyson: Karen’s boot just smashed Ryan Watson’s face!!
Sparkles: Smashed? It DEMOLISHED Ryan’s mug.
The crowd is at a fevered pitch at the sight and the sound of Karen’s boot crunching the bones in Watson’s face. He lies lifeless at Karen’s side as she crawls towards him and hooks both of his legs.
Greyson: Watson is done.
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Sparkles: Shortest IWC career ever.
McBride is about to send the newest member of Monarchy packing only to realize he’s far tougher than she anticipated. Watson gets his shoulder up and leaves Karen sitting on the ring ever so exasperated.
Frankie: Ha-ha! Watson ain’t done mother-fuckers. Monarchy WILL rule.
It takes what remains of McBride’s strength to pull Watson up from the canvas and trap his head in the front chancery. The whole building emotes excitement at the sight of McBride readying to deliver the End Game.
Greyson: Here comes the very same snap spinning neck breaker McBride used to become Principle Owner.
Karen spirals around to hit the End Game only to have her adversary twist his head free from her front chancery at the last second. Watson ends up putting his shoulder to Karen’s spine, lifting her into the air to deliver a back drop. However, Karen floats over, landing on her feet behind her opponent. Watson twists around and twists quick, but probably wouldn’t twist quite so quick if he knew he was turning around right into the End Game. Karen snatches him around the head and spins him around into the snap neck breaker. She is just about to connect only to have Watson again counter her finishing move. This time all it takes to block the End Game from connecting is a forearm straight to Karen’s kidneys. Her lower back once again comes back to debilitate her, causing her to be unable to connect with her finishing move. Karen reaches for her spine, though she’s not the only one grabbing at her back. Watson puts his hands to Karen’s kidneys and gives her a shove, sending her flying forward into the ropes. Karen bounces off them and then returns to her waiting opponent via her boot smashing him in the face. ANOTHER bicycle kick meets Watson’s mug.
Greyson: The Bicycle Kick AGAIN!
Sparkles: Ryan kicking out of one bicycle kick was shocking enough, it won’t happen a second time.
Frankie: But-but-but Monarchy….rules.
After hitting the bicycle kick Karen takes a knee, her lower back in just God awful shape at this point. In spite of that constant aggravating nuisance she crawls towards Watson, ready to make the cover. All the while her sister Melanie is screaming in support from ringside.
Melanie: Finish it Kar-Bear! Finish it!
The crowd echoes Melanie’s pleas, and Karen is right on the cusp of giving over to their demands. She crawls towards the pin on Watson only to stop a mere inch or two removed from her opponent when spotting two figures joining her sister at ringside. They are not so much joining Melanie, as they are trying to intimidate her. The crowd is equally as furious as Karen at the sight of Lexy Chapel and Kat Kelly surrounding Melanie. The Monarchy members are right up in Melanie’s grill, the Tag Team Champions trying their best to intimidate her.
Frankie: Oh hells to the yes, we’re getting another dose of Kat Kelly and Lexy Chapel.
Greyson: Seeing them once was bad enough.
Sparkles: They’re out here surrounding Melanie and distracting Karen as a result.
Greyson: Just go for the pin Karen.
When seeing one of her brood pushed around at ringside, Karen COMPLETELY loses her focus on her opponent. Instead of trying to cover Ryan, Karen steps past him as she runs to the ropes and goes diving through them. Lexy and Kat are totally caught off guard when they’re struck by the suicide diving headbutt by McBride.
Frankie: HEEEEEY! That snotty bitch!
Greyson: Karen with the big dive taking out Wicked Intent at ringside!
Frankie: That is no way to treat our Tag Team Champions.
Karen stands over top of a shocked Kat and Lexy, briefly checking on her sister before returning to the ring, That’s when she spots Watson laying at ringside, having cleared from the squared circle in an act of preservation. McBride takes off across the squared circle and leaps through the ropes into a second suicide headbutt. This time Karen goes flying into Watson…no….into the steel stairs.
The fans collectively gasp at the sight of Watson standing up, lifting the top half of the stairs into the air and causing Karen’s face to smash into them.
Greyson: The stairs AGAIN!
Sparkles: They just crushed Karen’s face!
A loud ‘holy shit’ chant bombards the arena as the fans witness Karen’s fatal collision with the steps. Her limp body is thrown into the ring and Watson quickly elevates her from it before delivering the Insubordination Rules. His version of the Angel’s Wings drops Karen straight across her face and incapacitates her long enough to be pinned.
Greyson: The Insubordination Rules connects. Don’t tell me that Watson is going to pin the Principle Owner…don’t tell me it’s going to end this way!
The referee slaps the canvas much to the despair of the audience.
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Aggravation doesn’t even begin to describe the feeling that permeates the arena at the sight of Watson defeating Karen McBride. All it took was one missed opportunity by Karen resulting in her face smashing the steel stairs in order to cost her this victory and give Watson one of the most important of his careers.
Greyson: Karen so close….so incredibly close to beating Watson here tonight, but the Monarchy’s number games are just too damn much.
Sparkles: You have GOT to give credit to McBride though for taking the fight to Monarchy and to Watson the way she did tonight.
Frankie: She should be fired, she should be fired right now for attacking the talent. What kind of Principle Owner fights members of their roster? It’s sickening and totally unprofessional.
Karen regains her senses, just seconds after her devastating loss. Her sister Melanie slides in and checks on her condition, patting her on the head. At the same time Watson is celebrating alongside Kat and Lexy at ringside, or at least he’s trying to. The moment he raises one arm into the air he groans in pain and falls to his knees, his mid-section having suffered quite the beating throughout the course of this match.
Greyson: Watson is very lucky to be walking out of here tonight the victor.
Sparkles: For the second match in a row Monarchy manages to cheat and distract their way to yet another victory.
Frankie: Why is that? It’s because they RULE. And with Watson now a full time member of the IWC roster, they’ll rule even harder baby!
Lexy and Kat step to either side of Watson, patting him on the shoulders as he smiles confidently. He knows with this victory tonight he’s effectively put the entire IWC roster on notice.
It doesn’t take Dr. Phil to figure out how the stagehand presently on screen is feeling. He looks about as vexed as a spoiled debutant when asked how to microwave popcorn. The source of this young man’s confusion correlates to the DVD he’s holding and the DVD he’s carrying towards the production truck. Unlike so many on the IWC roster, who would just go barging into the truck and pushing around the pencil necked geeks inside, the stagehand stops and knocks at the door.
Crew Member: Sup champ?
Asks the scrawny fella who peeks out from the production truck, eyeballing the stagehand.
Stagehand: Had this package given to me.
Crew Member: Yeah?
Stagehand: It’s from Tabitha Silverstone.
Crew Member: Okay?
Stagehand: The note that came with it has very strict instructions, asking that you play this (lifts up DVD) right before her client’s matches.
The crew member’s face is all screwed up.
Crew Member: Pfft….(swiping the DVD)…I’ll see what I can do.
Stagehand: She was very explicit that if this footage is not played then there will be….consequences.
Crew Member: Heh, consequences huh? What does she have in mind?
Stagehand: Erm, there’s a drawing on the back of her note.
The letter that came with the DVD is now studied by the technician, his eyes widening at the sight of the sketch. Soon all the color has faded from his flesh.
Crew Member: I’ll ummmm make sure this footage is aired.
Stagehand: Thought you’d say that.
It’s been a looooong, huge understatement, time since we’ve seen a grin so big on the face of Ricky Holt. The brash yet talented Holt stands right alongside his manager Eric O’Flaherty, baseball bat extended back over the agent’s shoulder. Behind them is a plain white wall and in front of them is a camera that both men are fixated upon.
Holt: Ooh-ooh-hoo-hoo-ooh hoo-hoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Don’t worry
Woo-ooh-woo-ooh-woo-ooh-ooh
Be happy
Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Don’t worry, be happy
Can it be? Is Ricky Holt actually SINGING? You betcha. And it’s just as awkward as you would think. The tune ends and is replaced by something equally unsettling, Holt’s smile.
Holt: For the first time in as long as I’ve been a member of the IWC roster I can honestly say I’M HAPPY!
Holt is grinning so wide it would make a yoga endorsing DDP cringe.
Holt: DAMMIT I’m-I’m-I’M GIDDY!
His clinched fist playfully swings across his chest.
Holt: Because tonight, right here at the End of the Year Special, I’m facing off against the type of talent I’ve been chomping at the bit to get in that ring.
At the moment Holt looks so excited he could slap his momma.
Holt: After BEGGING, after PLEADING, I’m finally-FINALLY going one on one with a REAL wrestler.
The thought seems to touch Holt so that he actually has to wipe away his crocodile tears.
Holt: You guys have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to get a man like the immortal Johnny Kingdom in that ring. I mean, Jesus, I’ve been decimating prissy little Nick Jonas wannabes like Devon Kayl for so long I’ve almost forgotten what a REAL wrestler is. But Johnny, he’s REAL, and it’s going to be a REAL honor to face him. So in recognition of this match, I’ve got a special tribute in mind. Something that is going to show just how like-minded guys such as myself and the incomparable Johnny Kingdom are. And I’ll be presenting that footage right here tonight, just a few moments before Kingdom and I go out and kill it for these spoiled New Yorkers….
He gives a second for the crowd to get their anger out of their system.
Holt: Hey, sorry New York, I know your use to watching the wrestling equivalent of a Hanson concert, but when Johnny and I face off, it won’t be no mmmBOP, nuh’ uh, cause the war pigs are about to be drunk with power as Johnny and I take ourselves a TOXIC WALTZ.
There are scars on top of scars on top of scars lining the backs of Selena Frost’s biceps. The wounds from her blitzkrieg with Alistair Taylor are still evident all throughout her flesh. Try as she may she can’t cover the cuts and scrapes from her Tables Are Legal match back at the last pay-per-view, and truth be told she’s not even trying to hide them. She is still sliding on her custom wrestling gear as she stands in front of a mirror that reflects her uncharacteristically tense expression.
Deanna: You’re not going to believe this.
The mirror Selena was looking into now reflects the face of her lover Deanna Springs. She steps into the room and does so in anger.
Deanna: I just got word that Desmond Drake showed up with the Queen of Wrestling Championship.
Selena: Heh, he’s got more courage than I gave him credit for. Good to know he’s got MY belt….
Deanna: Well brace yourself for a (sarcastically) big surprise. Drake said he’s not going to give the belt to the winner of your match tonight.
Somehow the Snow Queen becomes even icier.
Selena: Did he?
Deanna: He said HE’LL decide who rightfully deserves the championship, no matter who wins your four way.
Selena: Well…
A smile slowly comes to Selena’s face.
Selena:…we’ll just see about that.
Selena waltzes right out of the room with a wide eyed Deanna watching her leave, knowing that trouble is on the trajectory.
Back in the squared circle is where Thomas Boll can be seen standing, microphone in his hand ready to amplify the broken English of the ring announcer.
Boll: Lady and gentlefolk, please welcome, Cindy Todd AND Serenity….NEW EDEN!
There’s that cold chill.
It runs right up the spines of every fan when hearing the lyrics of ‘Judge & Jury’ playing throughout the PA system. The crowd checks their undershorts to make sure they aren’t filling with urine at the sight of without a doubt the most frightening duo in all of professional wrestling. Cindy Todd makes her way to the stage with hands interlocked and tucked behind the small of her back. Directly at her side is her most prized possession in the world, Serenity. The former IWC World Champion has one arm thrown across the shoulders of her Queen, while the other hand grasps a red cooler that sways out to her side.
Frankie: Well my sphincter definitely just tightened.
Sparkles: If Sparkles had one it be tightening too.
Greyson: As I understand it New Eden have asked for this time to address the crowd…
Frankie: You honestly think that’s why they’re out here?
Greyson: Of course not.
Sparkles: These two are without a doubt the most unpredictable pair we’ve got on this roster, and that’s really saying something.
Greyson: They’ve got some huge matches ahead of themselves this evening. Cindy Todd will be part of a four way to crown the first ever Queen of Wrestling Champion, and Serenity ends one of the most barbaric rivalries we’ve ever seen in the IWC when she takes on rival Marina Valdivia….
Sparkles: In a Cartel Chaos match babe.
Greyson: Only the third in IWC history.
Boll is eager to hand over the microphone and then get to stepping…no….FLEEING from the squared circle. Sadly for Boll it’s not only the mic he’s holding that Cindy takes, but his wrist as well. The Ring Announcer isn’t going anywhere, not until New Eden have said what they’ve come to say.
Cindy: Stop quivering…
That’s one order that Boll will not be able to follow.
Cindy: Tonight my dears we come before you to tell a story.
Announces Cindy to the intimidated masses.
Serenity: Hehehe, a fairy tale!
Excitedly chimes in Serenity, who WOULD rub her hands together giddily if not for the cooler clutched in her palm.
Serenity: But not the type of sappy, sentimental tale you people are used to. Where everyone’s beloved Disney Princess sings about a world outside of the doldrums of their pampered lives, then go on some whimsical journey of self-discovery, only for everything to eventually end oh so merrily.
Cindy: I’m afraid that the story New Eden will tell this evening does not come with a HAPPY ENDING.
Serenity: Hahahahaha, our story ends in….THE SUFFERING.
Cindy: You know most fantastical stories you’ve spent you’re lives admiring are in reality based on the gruesome lore of Jacob’s and Wilhelm’s Grimm Fairy Tales. Where in the majority of this literature the beloved Princesses endured such tortures and unspeakable torments. Well tonight (smiles) we go back to the SOURCE MATERIAL.
Serenity: For once, our fairy tales are going to be faithful to the original.
Cindy: Our opponents here at the End of the Year Special won’t be spared by true love’s kiss, or by the waving of a portly fairy’s wand. Such horrors will be inflicted on the likes of Victoria Salinas, Selena Frost, Marina Valdivia and Mya Denton, that it would make even the Brothers Grimm sick to the pits of their stomachs.
Serenity: Selena, Victoria and Mya won’t be SINGING when they face my Queen tonight, they’ll be SCREAMING…hehehehe….SCREAMING….HAHAHAHAHA….SCREEEEAAAMMIING!
Cindy: And the only thing that Marina Valdivia will discover about herself is just how much blood can seep from her body before she slips into a coma.
Serenity: Marina’s going to be just like Sleeping Beauty, but after I’m through with her she will NEVER wake up.
Cindy: The Princesses I face this evening will find themselves unable to match the power of the Queen. I will serve all those who face me in the four way a poison apple, and they will have no choice but to devour it all the way down to its rotten core.
Serenity: My Queen of Chaos will take a title away from her opponents this evening, but what I take from Marina, won’t be gold, it will be what she needs even more….revenge.
The thought of depriving Marina of what she desires amuses Serenity and amuses her so.
Serenity: Marina, there are many certainties headed into our match tonight. The certainty that good will not triumph over evil, the certainty that under Cartel Chaos rules I’ll be able to do so many unspeakable things to you, and the certainty that a lot of your blood is going to be spilt.
Cindy: So much blood in fact that it’s a certainty you’re frail body will pass out LONG before my Serenity has grown tired of breaking you.
Serenity: Don’t worry, MY fairy God mother, my BLACK EYED fairy God mother….
Cindy smirks.
Serenity: Answered my wishes by giving me a solution to the problem I’ll face in that Cartel Chaos match. I can’t have your body giving out on me in mid-mangling, just as I’m starting to enjoy the oh so intoxicating cadence of your cries. So Cindy and I have taken it upon ourselves to have a BLOOD-DRIVE.
The cooler Serenity brought to the ring with her is opened and inside we see a number of plastic bags filled with BLOOD.
Cindy: We have more than enough for a few transfusions that will ensure you stay awake long enough for Serenity to have her fill with your suffrage.
Serenity: Uhhh I don’t know my Queen.
An uncertain Serenity peeks into the cooler.
Serenity: A few more pints couldn’t hurt.
Cindy: Hmmmm, better too much than too little.
To crowd is horrified but their fear is nothing compared to the terror being felt by Ring Announcer Thomas Boll. He soon realizes that Cindy’s eyes are turning towards his face. Boll’s lips tremble when he sees Serenity licking her chops.
Greyson: Run Boll, for the love of GOD RUN!
Sparkles: Am I friggin hearing this? Serenity and Cindy are going to drain Boll of his blood?
Frankie: Couldn’t hurt him to lose one or two dozen pints.
Before Thomas can get his wrist out of Cindy’s hand she yanks him into a clothesline that threatens to cleave his head from his shoulders. The Announcer collapses to the ground where his body is held down by the boot placed to his throat. Cindy casually pins Boll in place, leaving him all together defenseless against his disturbing destiny. A long needle has been removed from Serenity’s pocket and her weapon is swooping down towards Bolls’ arm. She extends that arm out across the canvas and rolls up his sleeve to reveal the veins that she intends to pierce.
Greyson: Alright, come on now, this has gone way too damned far!
Sparkles: Is this wrestling or a friggin Eli Roth movie?
A tube can be seen leading from the needle in Serenity’s fingers and ending at a bag placed inside of the red cooler. Soon that tube will be filled with a fluid the same color as that cooler. Or at least it would be if it weren’t for divine intervention in the form of security. Someone high above is looking out for Boll’s well-being, though they are not nearly as fond of the guards sliding into the ring. One member of security is knocked right back out of the squared circle by the uppercut Cindy delivers straight to his throat. Though that guard got off lucky, because another finds Cindy’s hand going straight down his mouth. The Hand of Anubis is locked in and the recipient of it is already blue as he collapses to the canvas. Meanwhile Serenity is using her needle to swipe at any security guard who dares get near her.
Greyson: Security just as powerless to stop New Eden as Thomas Boll.
Sparkles: Security is going to need security to save them.
Frankie: Yeah, but there’s going to be absolutely no one who saves any of New Eden’s opponents tonight.
Protest signs are still being swung through the air by a ragtag group of Monarchy devotees. Their chants fill the air, letting loose with their cries of injustice against the persecution of their cherished Taylor Chase. They go on walking in one circle after another outside of the Manhattan Center’s primary entrance, making it difficult for anyone to get past them. Their ring leader continues to look on with pride, Taylor no longer employing her bullhorn in order to direct their chants.
Protestors: What do we want? TAY! When do we want her? EVERY-DAY!
The camera slowly pulls away from these protestors and settles on backstage correspondent Mark Comeau, the man given the unfortunate task of trying to get some type of explanation regarding what this boycott is all about.
Comeau: Well guys and girls I’ve been standing outside of the Manhattan Center all night long anticipating an answer from Taylor Chase regarding why she’s put together this protest…
Taylor: You should be thankful I’ve kept you waiting.
Informs Taylor as she approaches Comeau and gives the back of his bicep a pinch. He growls in pain, jumps back from Tay and looks at the bullhorn that seems glued to the palm of her hand.
Taylor: The longer you cover my story the more relevant you become. It’s fame by association. But don’t get used to it. People like you don’t deserve to stand in the sexy silhouette that is my shadow. Get it Creepy Comeau?
Comeau: I….
Taylor: GOOD. Now, as I was saying before you decided to rudely interrupt me by being shout of your mother/sister’s womb, Monarchy and I have organized a protest of the End of the Year Special….
Comeau: Why? Aren’t you getting what you want? A match against your greatest IWC rival Katelyn Bue…..
Taylor: Who gave you permission to exist, Comeau, let alone to interrupt me while I’m talking?
The megaphone raises to her lips and amplifies her voice to such a decibel that it threatens to burst Comeau’s eardrums.
Taylor: Interrupt me again and I’ll ruin my million dollar pedicure by breaking my toe nails upside your face!
Comeau rolls his eyes and decides to keep his mouth shut.
Taylor: You think I’m getting what I want tonight?
The megaphone is employed once again.
Taylor: NOOOOOO!
Comeau has to rub at his ears, which feel like they’re about to start spouting blood.
Taylor: My match against High As a Kite Kate should be for her World Championship gosh darnit. But is it…
Here comes the megaphone and here comes more irreparable damage to Comeau’s hearing.
Taylor: NOOOOOO!!!
Thankfully the megaphone is lowered from Tay’s snarled lips.
Taylor: I’ve been waiting six months, SIX MONTHS (taps her finger six times against Comeau’s forehead) for my World Title rematch, and tonight the setting couldn’t be any more perfect for me to FINALLY get my opportunity. Last year at this very same show I single handedly, with no help from anyone, SAVED this federation, and yet here we are 365 days later and the company REFUSES to give me a shot at the belt. How is that fair, huh Creepy Comeau, HUH!?!
Comeau starts to answer.
Taylor: Rhetorical question Comeau! There’s no explanation that can justify this-this-this criminal atrocity that is being committed against me! I will NOT stand by idly and allow myself to continue being degraded by the very same federation that would not exist without ME-ME-ME! So guess what? My legion of loyal ass kissers will stay out here protesting until their feet bleed if that’s what it takes to get our NEW Principle Owner to remove her head from her cunt and repay me for making it possible for her to even have a show to run.
Tay whips around to face the protestors, lifting the megaphone to her lips.
Taylor: WHAT DO WE WANT!!??!!
Protestors: (louder than ever) TAY!
Taylor: WHEN DO YOU WANT HER!!??!!
Fans: EVERY-DAY!
The reaction from the crowd is so damned loud that it threatens to crack the foundation of the Manhattan Center. The masses are oh so hyped by the image of Andre Jordan appearing at the top of the stairwell that cuts through them. The tunes of his theme music are playing through the arena, only enhancing the excitement that comes along with Dre’s entrance.
Greyson: We’ve been waiting on it throughout the night guys and at long last it’s finally here, Andre Jordan versus Orlando Cruze.
Sparkles: Boy did this match ever get personal earlier on.
Frankie: Personal? Listen puppet, this match isn’t personal, there is straight up HATRED between these two guys.
Greyson: And Andre has every right to despise Orlando after everything that cold hearted human being has put him through.
Sparkles: Earlier on we actually saw Orlando shove an injured Susie Moore into Andre after trying to make Dre feel horrible for accidentally hitting Susie with a trashcan back at Upping the Ante.
Frankie: There is occasionally a funny moment on Riot, but that was straight up Chevy Chase levels of hilarity.
Greyson: Andre definitely wasn’t laughing. Nor did he find it funny when his agent Tabitha Silverstone was superkicked by Orlando several months ago.
Once in the ring Andre runs the ropes, trying his best not to dwell on what happened earlier in the night. Just as it seems he’s finally going to get himself focused on the task before him….
Tabitha: Hiiii Andre…..
The voice of his agent causes Dre to stop….and by stop, we’re talking INSTANTANEOUS. Seriously, he freezes in mid-step, looking like he’s in suspended animation. He cannot believe that he’s hearing the voice of Tabitha, especially after hearing that she wouldn’t be here this evening. It takes all of his strength to look up from the canvas and towards the Cartel-tron that has Silverstone’s face stretched across it.
Sparkles: Hey look, it’s Silverstone….it’s Tabitha Silverstone. She’s here tonight after-all.
Greyson: I think this is pre-recorded Sparkles. At least I hope it is. Because Andre’s agent has been more of a distraction to him these past few weeks than a help.
Frankie: Her behavior has definitely been as erratic as Martin Lawrence having a heat stroke.
A set of sunglasses are placed over Tabitha’s eyes even though she’s sitting indoors with the lights dimmed down around her. The camera is aimed right at her face and pays little focus to her surroundings.
Tabitha: It’s so tragic that I have to break the news to you like this, Dre, but you have to know why, why I’m not by your side tonight. Why I’m not there to show you the support I’ve ALWAYS faithfully showed you.
Her words begin to slow as she raises her hand towards her face, burying it beneath her palm.
Tabitha: I’m not in the Manhattan Center tonight because-because (snivels)….well, I had a MRI done this week and the results weren’t good. It seems that the superkick Orlando gave me several months ago resulted in post-concussion syndrome.
The camera briefly cuts to Andre in the ring, who is shaking his head and throwing his hands up high, obviously not buying what he’s hearing.
Tabitha: It all makes sense now, doesn’t it? My bizarre behavior, and the strain it’s put on our relationship can be traced back to that superkick. So Orlando, he’s to blame, to blame for everything. And luckily, you’re in a position to do something about it….you’re in a position to avenge not just me, but to avenge US.
Tabitha leans forward in her chair so that her shaded eyes are closer to the camera.
Tabitha: Avenge us, Dre, AVENGE US!
ORLANDO CRUZE VS. ANDRE JORDAN
It’s safe to say that Andre has absolutely no idea what to make of his agent’s comments, especially given the trust issues between the two in recent weeks. Buuuut that all becomes a moot point the moment that the tracks of ‘Phenomenal’ start to play over the speakers, meaning that Orlando Cruze is headed on down the ramp. The confident smile on Orlando’s face makes his presence as aggravating as a birthday party hosted by Saved by the Bell’s Screech and attended by the entire cast of 3rd Rock from the Sun.
Greyson: Well that was an interesting message from Tabitha Silverstone to say the least.
Frankie: She definitely has a flair for motivating her talents.
Greyson: Is it just me or was Dre looking unconvinced about Tabitha’s injuries?
Sparkles: It wasn’t just you, Andre’s not sold.
Frankie: And yet Dre claims he’s loyal to Tabitha? Yet he questions the severity of her injuries? What a douche.
Greyson: Douche? You think Andre’s a douche? Look at the man headed down the ramp right now and you’ve got your definition of a douche.
Sparkles: As we documented earlier on tonight, Orlando actually used an injured Susie Moore as a human shield.
Frankie: Nah-nah-nah, what I saw was Andre maliciously attack Susie AGAIN. Guy is gonna have more domestic abuse charges than Floyd Mayweather and Flava Flav combined.
Greyson: Susie was PUSHED into Andre and…..
Sparkles: Nobody is pushing Orlando into Andre’s fist right now!
Orlando is a mere stone’s throw away from the ring but Dre isn’t waiting on him any longer. He’s hurrying up the ramp and his fist is colliding with Orlando’s chin. The blow has a disorientated Cruze stumbled back and swinging his arms out to his sides in surprise. Andre’s punches go on pulverizing Orlando’s cheek, chin and temple. Every inch of Orlando’s face is crushed by Andre’s knuckles. Although Cruze tries to cover up it’s all in vain, Andre’s revenge will not be denied. He kicks Orlando in the gut, takes him by the back of the head and whips him up the ramp towards one of the steel trusses that hold up the Cartel-tron. His face cracks off of the steel and the whiplash has him spiraling along towards Andre, who is waiting to catch him with a big back drop. Orlando’s body catches significant height before it ultimately goes down to the ramp, his back slamming into the steel grating. The pain that cuts through his body has Orlando bridging his spine from the ramp and his mouth hanging open, in such agony that he isn’t even able to produce words.
Greyson: BACK DROP on the ramp by Dre.
Sparkles: Maybe Tabitha’s words did the trick.
Greyson: I think Orlando’s actions earlier in the night have done more to ignite Dre than Tabitha’s comments pre-match.
We find out just how incendiary Andre is at the moment as he pulls Orlando up from the ramp and hooks either one of his arms. It seems he’s going to give the Phenom a pedigree right there on the ramp. The Game Changer would certainly crush Orlando’s face if not for the former World Champion’s resiliency. He drops to the ramp, though it’s not because of the pedigree, instead he rolls away from it and off of the ramp. Orlando drops down to the floor and stumbles along pawing at his back all the while. Luckily he puts some distance between himself and his intense opponent, unfortunately it’s not ENOUGH distance.
Orlando turns back to the ramp just as Andre runs across it and leaps from its highest point, sailing forearm fist into his stunned opponent. Perhaps the biggest forearm smash in IWC history connects and sends Orlando staggering along backwards into a table that holds a number of control panels and other such equipment.
Sparkles: Andre showing that he’s willing to put himself at whatever risk it takes to put a beating on Orlando here tonight.
Frankie: If Monarchy didn’t have cause to protest before then they certainly do tonight given the way the referee is just letting Andre straight up try to murder the Phenom.
The stunned Orlando has fallen to his knees still leaning his chest against the table that operates the pyrotechnics and other such controls for tonight’s telecast. Andre snags hold of Orlando’s chin, pulls back his head and unleashes punch after punch right across his rival’s face one punch after another, subjecting him to the brutality he’s got coming to him. Andre now drags Orlando up to his feet only to knock him back down with a knife edge chop. The swift shot sends Orlando falling back and landing across the table he had used as a prop earlier. Now he lays on top of all the electrical equipment and the wood that supports it, totally unaware that Andre is climbing up to the stage.
Frankie: This ain’t about to end well.
Sparkles: You said that Andre was trying to murder Orlando….
Frankie: But I was only half serious.
A disorientated Orlando remains strewn across the table, FIGHTING to cling to some semblance of consciousness. He remains oblivious to the fact that Andre is standing on the stage, though Dre won’t be standing there very much longer. After getting the fans riled up Andre takes off across the stage, readying to launch himself off the edge and put himself through Orlando on the table. He gets near the edge and is readying to leave his feet before a huge explosion of pyrotechnics erupt from the stage right in front of his face.
To the disbelief of the crowd Orlando has rolled off the panels he had been laying on and quickly hits one of the switches attached to it. A blinding explosion of flames shoots up straight in front of Andre’s face, blinding him.
Greyson: What the hell was that!?!
Sparkles: Orlando using the pyrotechnics to BLIND Andre.
Frankie: They could have done a lot worse than that. I think Dre will never have to worry about waxing his eyebrows anymore.
Sparkles: Dre waxes his eyebrows?
Frankie: Of course he does, I mean, erm, doesn’t every man?
All Andre can see right now are the spots dancing around in front of his eyes. No matter how much he grabs at his retinas it is not enough to return the vision that the bright flash just took away. He is clueless to the fact that Orlando has climbed up to the stage behind him and is grabbing the back of his head, running him the length of the stage. Before Andre is aware what’s happening he’s being tossed off the set and sent hurdling into the concrete floor several feet below.
Greyson: OOOOOOH!
Sparkles: Orlando THROWING Andre off the set.
Greyson: And right down to the floor.
Frankie: Orlando is a friggin genius. The smartest professional wrestler since Christopher Nowinski.
Greyson: I have no idea who that is.
Sparkles: Let’s keep it that way.
Andre’s vicious plunge into the ground has put a lot of strain on every muscle in his body. Now those very same muscles are deprived of oxygen when Orlando drops down to his side, rolls Dre to his stomach and puts him in the crossface. It’s not a typical crossface though, nuh-uh, cause Orlando employs an electrical cord to give him an even greater advantage. He wraps the cord around Andre’s throat several times making sure there’s very little slack before leaning back, using the cable to choke what little life remains out of Dre.
If Andre could shout in pain he would, but it’s kind of impossible given the sheer lack of oxygen. We don’t hear Dre’s screams, instead we hear Orlando’s laughter. He takes such satisfaction in punishing Andre, in inflicting such wanton barbarity upon his rival.
Orlando: You stole a win from me Dre….
Orlando shouts into his wounded opponent’s ear.
Orlando: Now I’ll steal everything from you, you little shit!
Orlando goes on choking Andre with the intent of not stopping until there are no more breaths in his victim’s body. Andre didn’t come here tonight thinking he’d be leaving in a body bag, so he does everything in his power to prevent that from happening. He fights his way up from the ground in spite of the fact that Orlando is putting even more and more exertion on the power cable that is choking him. Andre finally reaches his feet though he is still being strangled by the electrical wire, motivating him to take drastic actions to escape his fate. He runs across the concrete and doesn’t stop when he reaches one of the walls that support the Riot stage. Dre walks right up that wall and then back flips from it, flying over Orlando’s shoulders and then landing right behind his back.
Greyson: That was acrobatic!
Sparkles: Good thing for Andre that his vision damage was short lived.
Andre lands gracefully back on his feet and then rubs at his eyes, this delay to fully regain his vision proving costly. He dashes at Orlando only to have his opponent side step him. Orlando catches Dre coming in by the back of his head then throws him along not into the wall he back flipped off of seconds earlier, but THROUGH IT!
Sparkles: HOLLLY PROVOLONE!!!
Greyson: Andre tossed right through that wall…right through that wall…RIGHT THROUGH THAT WALL!!
Frankie: Somebody needs to start hiring better carpenters around here.
Those in attendance are still screaming holy shit and doing so just as loud as they possibly can at the sight of Andre’s body going right through that wall. There is a giant hole left in the wake of Andre’s plunge beneath the ramp and now Orlando is walking right through it. One cameraman is adventurous enough to follow this battle into the depths of the End of the Year Special set. He walks through the hole and films the brutality being inflicted on Andre. At the moment Orlando has Andre’s throat pinned against one of the many metal beams that is holding up the ramp. He stands behind Dre and puts a boot to the back of his head, wedging his throat against the bar that runs horizontal just inches above the ground. Andre gasps for what precious few breaths he can pull into his lungs….needless to say they are not enough.
Orlando stops just short of killing his opponent before he finally takes a boot off of Dre’s back and then drags him up to his feet. The two now navigate a very treacherous path, walking beneath the beams, the wires and other such equipment set up beneath the ramp. Orlando swings Andre’s face into one of these beams, his face bouncing right off of it. Andre then twists along and falls against another of the walls that support the ramp and hide all the goodies beneath it.
Just enough distance is placed between Orlando and Andre in order for the Phenom to get a running start behind a spear. He leaps straight at Andre only his shoulder never meets the ribs of his target. Instead Andre nails a kick right to Orlando’s face, causing him to stand up straight, looking disorientated. Andre then grabs Orlando around the thighs and lifts him into the air, driving the top of his head right into the steel ramp that serves as a roof. A dazed Orlando falls back to his feet right in front of his opponent who is oh so quick in snagging him around the waist. Shock takes hold of Orlando as he is belly to belly suplexed into the wall…no….THROUGH the wall behind Dre’s back.
The crowd erupts at the sight of Orlando flying through the wall and collapsing across the floor right in front of their bright eyed peepers.
Greyson: GOOD GOD IN HEAVEN!
Sparkles: Now Orlando suplexed through the wall.
Frankie: This is absolutely frackin’ nuts.
The denizens of the Manhattan Center are watching with hands on top of their heads as they witness Orlando go crashing through the wall which explodes around his body. Ultimately Orlando comes to a rest across the floor off to the side of the set where he produces shallow breaths. Andre crawls through the hole that Orlando’s body created, ending up right beside his rival. Several punches land across Orlando’s brow, the jabs lacerating the flesh on the Phenomenal One’s forehead.
Greyson: It looks like Orlando is bleeding guys.
Sparkles: Serves him right after everything he’s put Andre and his agent Tabitha through. Orlando did give Dre’s agent post-concussion syndrome.
Greyson: If you believe the validity of Tabitha’s reports.
A banged up Dre walks away from Orlando and the second his face passes under the lights we can see a bit of blood trickling down his brow. Apparently his face first crash through the wall moments earlier has resulted in a gash on his face. In the immortal words of Jesse Ventura, Andre has ‘got no time to bleed.’ He’s got something in mind for Orlando and no blood loss is going to keep him from completing his task. He approaches the crowd and grabs one of the equicross barricades that holds back the fans who are convened around the stage area. In the process Andre walks right past a big steel boom and the camera that is hung from it.
The equicross barricade is pulled down from its standing position and splayed across the concrete floor where it will no doubt be employed as a weapon. Dre now turns and crouches at the knees, waiting for Orlando to reach his feet so he can deliver the Tide Turner. Not just any Tide Turner mind you, but one delivered on the equicross barricade. A slightly bloodied Orlando absent mindedly staggers back into Andre’s version of the Olympic Slam. Before Cruze realizes it he’s being heaved into the air, swung through and he’s landing on the barricade, just not via the Tide Turner. In mid-rotation Orlando slides from Dre’s shoulders and lands behind his back. Andre swings around only to be caught right across the chest, the Phenom readying to unleash a uranage that would drive his rival’s spine into the steel.
Frankie: Oh how the worm turns.
Andre is taken off of his feet but it’s not because he’s being slammed into the barricade. He prevents a fate that would certainly cripple him by swinging out of Orlando’s arm as he’s lifted into the air. He ends up landing behind Orlando and then putting hands to his spine, shoving him along. Andre then takes a second to catch his breath and get his bearings after the multiple impacts he’s withstood in this brawl. Finally he goes back after Orlando, hands determined to meet his rival’s face, but it’s not to be. Instead Andre’s face meets the steel boom with a camera suspended from it. Orlando has grabbed hold of the boom and pushes it with all of his strength to send it swinging along and connecting directly with his rival’s face. The impact with the boom knocks Andre off of his feet and sends him crashing spine first onto the barricade he had been standing on.
Sparkles: Orlando just lowered the BOOM on Andre. Hahahahahahahaha, Sparkles is so clever.
Greyson: That friggin camera boom being used as a weapon as well.
Frankie: This is such a strange match between these two.
Greyson: It’s not even that, it’s not a match, it’s a BRAWL and nothing more between these two.
After making use of everything at his disposal to spare himself destruction at his rival’s hands Orlando falls along to his knees. The brutality of this fight is seriously starting to wear him down, yet he finds himself compelled to carry on when seeing the injuries he’s inflicted on Andre, injuries he’d love to exacerbate. He rolls Dre off the barricade and then drags it along towards a set of stacked up crates employed by the production crew. The barricade is slanted vertically between the barricades and the floor, positioned to inflict as much punishment on Orlando’s adversary as possible. He drags Andre up from the ground and then whips him by the back of the head towards the barricade. Andre turns around with his back withstanding much of the impact with the steel. He ricochets off and comes staggering back towards Orlando, who scoops him up then slams him down into the slanted barricade yet again.
Andre groans louder than he ever has before as his previously damaged ribs take the brunt of this last blow. He rolls off of the barricade and ends up landing right back in Orlando’s arms. The Phenom scoop slams Andre into the steel once more.
Greyson: This is straight up brutal!
Sparkles: The human body isn’t designed to tolerate impacts like those being suffered by both of the men in this brawl.
Frankie: Here comes another one for Dre.
The badly banged up Andre crawls away from the still slanted barricade and into his rival’s waiting arms. Orlando pulls Dre up and this time it won’t be for a scoop slam, it’ll be for an Alabama Slam.
Greyson: This is going to break Dre.
The Phenom just starts to flip Andre over into the slam, putting his body through the barricade, but that ain’t happening. Instead Andre’s body slides down Orlando’s back, snatches him by the hips and pulls him over into a sunset flip. Andre quickly rises to his feet and snatches hold of Orlando’s ankle before rolling him over onto his stomach. The crowd comes alive at the sight of Andre applying the ankle lock on Orlando, causing the Phenom’s roars of anguish to echo throughout the arena.
Greyson: Andre saves himself from the Alabama Slam by transitioning into the ankle lock!
Sparkles: Look at the pain Orlando is in!
Greyson: Maybe the worse of his career.
A desperate Orlando shakes his head and punches the floor in anger. That does nothing to save him though, his only salvation will be a counter and a vicious one at that. Orlando tucks his head and rolls forward, causing Dre to be launched over his opponent as he tried to maintain possession of the ankle. Andre staggers forward and almost smacks into the very same boom that his rival just used as a weapon. The quick Dre turns back towards Orlando and gets a running start behind a clothesline that is DUCKED. Andre’s momentum carries him into a full circle, turning back to face Orlando just as he’s hit with a spear, one that launches him back spine first into the slanted barricade.
Greyson: Orlando looked for that spear earlier but now he’s finally hit it!
Sparkles: And he’s almost put Andre’s back through that barricade in the process.
The barricade gives no leeway, causing Andre’s back to take all the strain from the collision with the steel. Orlando crawls past him at this point and instead of inflicting further punishment on his rival he decides to do what comes naturally to a man like himself, GLOAT. Orlando steps up onto a table that is set up on the opposite side of the stack of crates that the barricade is slanted against. He walks across the table then climbs the crates until he is on top of them, standing high above the screeching masses and his downed rival.
Orlando: Just in case you people haven’t heard…..(puts one hand over his heart and lifts his other open palm aloft)…..we are Monarchy and WE RULE!
The crowd screams, not in protest, but in shock.
Everyone reacts to the visual of Andre running up the slanted barricade and diving off of the edge into a crossbody that connects with Orlando. A stunned Orlando falls back from the top of the crates and goes plummeting through the table set up down below it, Dre landing on top of him as they plunge through wood.
Frankie: (High pitched squeal) AAAAAAAH!
Greyson: THAT WAS INSANE!
Sparkles: Both men through the table!
Greyson: They had to have plummeted from a good twelve feet in the air.
Frankie: And gents, their ain’t NOTHIN’ left of either of them.
The table is in just as many pieces as Orlando’s and Andre’s bodies. Both men are motionless amongst the fragments of wood that just obliterated them. The referee, who was assigned to officiate a WRESTLING match, has pretty much absolved himself of any idea that he’ll get to do his job. He just stands back and lets these two work this out of their systems. Just as it appears this brawl is going to wind down the brutality starts to pick up once again, Andre has managed to crawl out of the wreckage of wood and bodies in order to reach a number of chairs that have been stacked up alongside a wall. He takes hold of one of the chairs and doubles over it, gasping for air, desperately trying to push through the anguish that consumes him head to toe.
It takes one glance at Orlando to enliven Andre.
The chair goes swinging down into the back of a crawling Orlando. A howl of pain accompanies the tune of chair colliding with bone.
Greyson: Now a chair coming into play.
Sparkles: What haven’t these two used as a weapon in this brawl?
The chair comes down AGAIN into Orlando’s kidneys, resulting in a louder wail and a louder thud. The last blow has sent Orlando rolling to his back, desperately trying to protect it. He then lifts his palms into the air, actually begging off.
Greyson: Look at this son of a bitch, he’s actually pleading with Andre to show mercy after everything he’s done to him in recent weeks. For Christ sakes, Orlando cost Andre a potential shot at the World Championship.
The pathetic Orlando squirms across his back with his palms still defensively shot out in front of him, begging Andre not to swing the chair again. Although Dre has always been a compassionate soul, any semblance of mercy has long since abandoned him. The actions Orlando has taken against him, and the behavior of his agent Tabitha have seemingly led to the death of the Andre the fans have always adored, evident as he lifts the chair and prepares to crush his rival’s skull with it.
Suddenly Orlando lunges from his back and nails a low blow across Dre’s testicles. It just took one second, one second of hesitation to set Dre up to suffer this shot right to the crotch. Dre drops the chair and drops his defenses. Orlando slips in from behind, takes Dre by the back of the head and leads him towards the ring. Before they enter the squared circle Orlando lifts Dre into a gorilla press and drops him down face first into the ring apron. On instinct Dre rolls into the squared circle, clasping at his skull which just may have been fractured by all the blows it’s taken in this match. Upon sliding into the squared circle Orlando places Dre in a modified side headliock, keeping his opponent down on his back while throwing punch after punch after punch right across his bloodied brow.
The referee is still struggling to get some control of this wild-wild brawl. Orlando pulls his bloodied knuckles back from Dre’s head and now approaches his legs, slowly lifting them into the air in anticipation of applying the sharpshooter.
He twists Dre over onto his stomach and leans back until his opponent’s spine is about to snap. Andre knuckles up and forces himself off the ring, refusing to surrender, not to Monarchy and especially not to Orlando. He won’t use the ropes to escape this hold though, he’ll use his athleticism. He reaches back and takes hold of Orlando’s ankle, tugging and pulling it until the Phenomenal Cruze starts to lose his balance. Orlando falls flat on his face while Andre ascends to his feet, reversing the sharpshooter into the ankle lock. Already Orlando looks to be on the verge of submitting, his hand lifting aloft and swaying above the canvas.
Greyson: He’s gonna tap! Orlando is gonna….
Frankie: Hell no he ain’t gonna tap!
We now see some of Orlando’s athleticism and intelligence. He twists around onto his back and bends his knees, pulling Andre’s head down into position to be nailed right in the eye with a thumb. The eye gouge has Andre blinded for the second time in this match, and it leaves him unable to prevent being kicked back into the ropes. Orlando puts his boots to Dre’s ribs and employs his leg strength to shove Andre away. The former Evolution Champion goes staggering along into the cables, bouncing off then stumbling into the superkick aimed at his jaw. Orlando lashes out with the kick, a kick that MISSES by a mere half inch. Andre drops out of the way of Orlando’s superkick then catches Cruze around the thigh, pulling him over into the school boy.
Greyson: Andre’s got it! This is the same way he beat Orlando back several weeks ago!
Sparkles: Andre’s gonna steal another one.
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History seems bound to repeat itself, but Orlando isn’t a man who can tolerate repetition. He kicks out just one half second before suffering defeat at Andre’s hands for a second time.
Frankie: Not tonight. Not again.
The disheartened fans thought that was it, pleading with the referee to say that was a three. Andre stands up looking flustered as he barrels into a clothesline that sends his opponent crashing down into the canvas. Dre then waits for Orlando stand and once he’s upright a kick meets him to the stomach. Orlando is crouched and is now on the receiving end of the Game Changer. The pedigree is about to land only to have Andre’s finisher countered. Orlando stands up straight and back drops his rival, sending him flipping through the air. Orlando comes sliding down Andre’s back though and catches him around the waist in the process. He rolls Andre over into the sunset flip, but guess what, Andre doesn’t stop rolling. He doesn’t end up on the back of his shoulders, he ends up back on his feet and with a handful of Orlando’s ankle. A shocked Orlando finds himself on the verge of being trapped in the step over toe hold.
Greyson: The End Game about to be established, about to be locked in, Andre about to take this win.
Frankie: Monarchy will not accept this under ANY circumstances.
There’s only one thing Andre has left to do, he just has to swing around his opponent’s leg. Which is exactly what Andre does, but in the process he turns his back on Orlando and leaves himself susceptible to the roll up. Orlando reaches out and snags Dre’s waistband, giving it a tug and pulling him down into the school boy. The fans and Andre alike are stunned at the sight of Dre being rolled up into the school boy while Orlando holds onto his opponent’s waistband.
Frankie: Andre being rolled up.
Greyson: But ref, Orlando has hold of the trunks, he has hold of the trunks.
Sparkles: That’s not all he has hold of.
Orlando grips the waistband with one hand while his other hand grabs the middle cable for just a little extra leverage.
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There is a deafening chorus of cries from the crowd at the sight of Andre kicking out, only it’s a moment too late.
Frankie: Hahahahaha, yeah, how does it feel Andre!?!
Greyson: Orlando scoring the win with the roll up! The friggin roll up!
Sparkles: And a handful of ropes and tights.
Frankie: The ultimate comeuppance.
The crowd is crying over this injustice. Their groans only grow louder when Orlando moves to the middle of the ring with his fist raised in victory and his laughter only further aggravating the audience.
Frankie: This is wicked baby, Orlando got some retribution on Andre, and you know what else this victory means, that Monarchy has gone 3-0 thus far tonight.
Sparkles: They’re working on a sweep.
Orlando goes on celebrating his win, turning to rub his victory in Andre’s face. But instead it’s a ring-bell that rubs Orlando’s brow. Andre vacated the ring, grabbed the bell and returned to the squared circle where he puts his makeshift weapon to use. The bell cracks Orlando between the eyes, putting him down flat on his back.
Frankie: HEY!!
Greyson: Andre refusing to leave here tonight without some retribution on Orlando.
Sparkles: Man, Andre has been a lot more intense these past few weeks hasn’t he?
Frankie: Intense? No, he’s being an asshole is what he’s being.
Andre waits for Orlando to stand and once he’s upright he’s being flipped over into the Tide Turner. The angle slam plants Orlando in the middle of the ring where more suffrage awaits him. A red hot Andre lifts Orlando’s leg and is determined to apply the End Game. He swings around and establishes the hold that has Orlando roaring in anguish. Luckily Cruze has some friends in low places, who will not allow him to go on suffering like this. Trinity Street and Lucas Knight have shown up at ringside, have reached into the ring under the ropes and taken Orlando by his wrists. They pull him out of the ring and out of the submission that was traumatizing him. His arms fall over the shoulders of his Monarchy amigos, who aid in backing him away from the ring where a furious Andre is pacing.
Greyson: You were definitely right Sparkles, Andre has gone nuclear.
Frankie: He should be fined, he should be suspended, he should be fired, and he should be imprisoned for this attack on Orlando.
Greyson: To be fair, Orlando had this coming.
Frankie: HEATHEN!
So much rage consumes Andre as he makes eye contact with Orlando, who has trouble putting any weight on his ankle. He continues to lean on Trinity and Lucas while hurdling insults at Andre back in the ring. Clearly Orlando’s win tonight has only accomplished one thing, intensifying the hate both he and Andre share for one another.
Poor Thomas Boll will probably be hopping on the first flight back to Eastern Europe after tonight….IF he survives tonight. That looks increasingly unlikely for the ring announcer, as he’s pulled along through a backstage corridor by New Eden members Cindy Todd and Serenity. The black eyed birds of prey have their next meal clinched in their talons and no matter what Thomas does he’s not getting free. All he can do is squirm feebly as he’s pulled along down the hall in the direction of the very same room we saw New Eden emerging from earlier.
Serenity: Relax, it’ll just be a little prick.
Muses Serenity as she pulls the unwilling donor in the direction of the room which has been transformed into a makeshift blood-bank.
Cindy: It will be over before you know it dear….
Chimes in Cindy, who has a hold of the back of Thomas’ neck.
Cindy: You’re donation will ensure Marina experiences all the SUFFERING that sweet Serenity has dreamt up for her.
Serenity: You’re blood will keep her heart pumping long after the rest of her body has died.
A cackle of laughter emanates from Serenity as she kicks open the door where Boll will experience the same horrors that were inflicted on the donor who came before him. Once the door opens the New Eden members find themselves alarmed by what they see. The chair that we saw a stagehand strapped down to earlier is no longer occupied by some hollowed husk, but by a woman surging with blood, and surging with anger.
Marina: Thought you were going to keep us waiting all night.
Serenity’s most embittered rival is apparently not the only one who had been anticipating her arrival. A steel chair wallops Cindy Todd directly in the back, swung by none other than Victoria Salinas. The good friend of Marina and the heated adversary of Cindy surprisingly gets the drop on her nemesis. The blow has Cindy staggering forward and has her face twisting in an expression of anger. Her grasp has been broken on Thomas Boll, who quickly dives out of harm’s way. As Boll runs away from conflict, Marina charges straight into it. Her shoulder crashes into Serenity’s ribs, knocking her from her feet and to the floor. The two then roll around trading punches while at the same time Cindy and Victoria trade off with jabs.
Greyson: Marina Valdivia and Serenity going at it!
Sparkles: And so are Victoria Salinas and Cindy Todd.
Frankie: None of these ladies waiting to get their hands on one another!
Greyson: Chaos in the back and Cartel Chaos later tonight when Valdivia and Serenity finally settle their rivalry one on one.
IWC TRAINING CAMP: TWO WEEKS AGO
A video package starts to take over the screen that showcases famed IWC legend Johnny Kingdom bowling over some youngster with a shoulder block. The Team Leader shows this kid how it’s done and all those standing around the wrestling ring also take note. They watch as their fellow student takes the shoulder tackle then tries to kip up from the canvas he was knocked onto. Once he fails to display the necessary athleticism the kid is helped up by a smiling Kingdom. His words of wisdom begin to fill the crowded gym where many have gathered to pick the mind of the former World Champion.
Greyson: As security tries to get New Eden and their enemies under control we’re going to switch gears. Two weeks ago the IWC held what will hopefully be the first of many training camps for aspiring young wrestlers, and we had none other than Johnny Kingdom himself on hand to both teach as well as to gauge talent.
Sparkles: You just have to know that those kids had their work cut out for them trying to impress Kingdom.
Frankie: Yeah-yeah, Johnny’s a tough customer when it comes to making a good impression on him. But here’s my hold up. What kind of idiot is going to want to come to the IWC after seeing the type of shit that just went down regarding New Eden?
More clips from the training camp are shown as Kingdom instructs two youngsters on the proper way to lock in the crippler crossface. He crouches right over the two wannabe wrestlers, eyes glued to the hands that one has interlocked under the other’s chin. Another clip from later in the day shows Kingdom joking around with a youngster, helping him shoot a promo.
Greyson: What an invaluable learning opportunity for those kids regardless of who made the cuts or not.
Sparkles: We hope to have details on the next training camp very soon. Keep your eyes glued to social media.
Frankie: Otherwise you might miss one of my tweets.
Holt: Everyone get up off your asses and give Johnny Kingdom the props the man deserves!
Cameras quickly go back to the ring where Ricky Holt is staying true to his words. Earlier tonight we heard him vow that he would have something special in store for his opponent here at the End of the Year Special, and it seems he’s here to deliver precisely what he promised. Holt paces the ring with microphone in his hand and a big smile aimed in the direction of the entry way. His agent Eric O’Flaherty does not join Holt in the ring, letting his client have the attention he deserves.
Greyson: Strraaaaange. We’ve got Ricky Holt out here demanding the fans give Johnny Kingdom an ovation, but ummmmm, yeeeeeaaah, doesn’t Holt realize he’s facing Kingdom tonight?
Frankie: Didn’t you hear him earlier? He’s actually THRILLED about facing Kingdom as part of the End of the Year Special.
Sparkles: Holt thinks that Kingdom is a REAL wrestler, a throwback to the good old days of this sport.
Greyson: There’s just something odd about Holt this evening, can’t put my finger on it.
Holt, who is never generous with compliments, paces the ring ignoring the attitude of the audience.
Holt: Well if you guys won’t give him the props he deserves then I will. The man is a REAL wrestler. The type of guy I’ve been itching to fight since I got into this company. After all the waiting it’s finally-FINALLY going to happen. Holt takes on a REAL MAN. Not some prissy bitch with highlights in his hair, who runs from matches just because he’s got a scrape on his knee. Not some cowgirl who’s only excuse for being pushed down our throats has nothing to do with talent and everything to do with how she looks in daisy dukes. No, I’m fighting the immortal Johnny Kingdom. And in recognition of our match against each other tonight, I’ve got a little presentation in mind, something that honors the spirit of my opponent. So with that said, I’d like to HUMBLY request that you join me out here in this ring Mr. Kingdom.
Ricky can butter Kingdom up as much as a dinner roll on Thanksgiving day, but it’s not going to draw him out. The iconic Team Leader remains absent from these proceedings.
Holt: Johnny Kingdom COOOOOMMME OOOOONNN DOWWWWN!
Still no sight of Kingdom.
Holt: It’s a shame you don’t trust me, Kingdom….
Greyson: Why should he? The last time we saw Holt he was ending Devon Kayl’s IWC career by giving him the New Dawn Fades on the steel stage.
Frankie: Mind your own beeswax Lovejoy.
Sparkles: Yeah LOOOOVEJOY.
Well Ricky isn’t just going to stand around with a thumb up his ass all night.
Holt: Maybe I was wrong about you, maybe you aren’t a REAL wrestler, because a REAL wrestler would have the balls to….
Just then Ricky’s words are muted by the tunes of ‘Wake Up’ by the Lost Prophets. The crowd’s reaction is even louder than the music playing over the PA system. That response only gets louder when Johnny Kingdom in the flesh emerges from the back and comes to the stage. He won’t be going any further than that.
Sparkles: Listen to this reaction for Johnny Kingdom. Only Sparkles gets a bigger pop when I come out.
Frankie: These people love Kingdom as much as I love pu…..
Greyson: Frankie…..
Frankie: I was gonna say ‘pudding pops.’
Greyson: Oh. Well yeah, Johnny Kingdom is getting a hell of a reaction from these people. Back at Upping the Ante he ended the long and bitter rivalry with the monster Mordecai by burying the beast alive.
Sparkles: Tonight he collides with an entirely different type of animal though, he gets that brash young rookie Holt inside of the wrestling ring.
Right now Holt looks less brash and more gleeful. Johnny looks ever cynical, crossing his arms and awaiting an explanation.
Holt: Johnny, just let me reiterate what an honor it’s going to be for me to face you tonight.
Kingdom: Yeah-yeah-yeah, heard that song and dance already. Why don’t we stop beating around the bush here and you get to why you brought me out here. I’m a busy old man Holt, in thirty minutes Wheel of Fortune starts and guys my age can’t afford to miss it.
Holt: Oh yeah, absolutely, of course. Johnny, you and I, we’re cut from the same cloth brother. We’re both REAL wrestlers who compete in a company filled by a bunch of Caitlyn Jenners. I, unlike a lot of the he-shes in the back, actually appreciate you, Team Leader, which is why I was so thrilled to hear that you were going to be in charge of the IWC’s training camp. I was very excited to hear that you were going to help mold all the up and comers into REAL men, and not a bunch of spoiled debutants. In fact, I was so hyped I had to see your training methods first hand. But sadly, traffic being what it is here in this cesspool…..
If Holt was intent on pissing off thousands of New Yorkers, then mission accomplished.
Holt:…..I didn’t get to the gym in time to see you coach all the bright eyed bushy tailed youngsters.
Kingdom: Such a shame.
Holt: Oh yeah, but don’t worry Kingdom, I made the best of a bad situation. I decided that since I was already at the gym that I’d teach the kids who hung around after you left my OWN training seminar. And I made it explicitly clear that everything I did to them was in YOUR name. I told them that my training methods met with your seal of approval.
Kingdom: Did you now?
Holt: Hell yeah. But ya know, instead of me standing out here describing it, how about I show you how I helped transform all those boys and girls into REAL wrestlers.
Ricky’s hand outstretches towards the Cartel-tron poised high above the head of Kingdom.
Everyone’s focus is on the video that is now showing a bunch of rookies, ages running the gamut from teenagers to middle aged men, loitering about a squared circle. The venue is the exact same gym that was glimpsed in an earlier video package that focused on Kingdom training many of the workers presently stood inside of that squared circle.
Holt: Looks like I missed the show.
We can distinguish Ricky Holt making his way through the gym and headed for the ring. Wearing some calf length shorts and a gray wife beater, he marches straight up the steel steps and into the ring. Many of the rookies instantly recognize Holt, who has made major waves in his first year of professional wrestling.
Rookie: Oh man, it’s Ricky Holt. I’m such a huge fan.
The hand the kid extends is not reciprocated with a shake.
Holt: I didn’t come here for a blow job, boy. I’m here to give you pussies another lesson in REAL wrestling.
Another, heavier wrestler, groans, his shirt already dampened with his sweat.
Holt: Hey fuck-face (wags finger in the heavy man’s face) if I wanted to hear a bitch moan I’d buy a prostitute.
A swift punch nails the man in his rotund gut. The blow instantly drives him down to the canvas.
Holt: First lesson, expect the unexpected.
Holt stomps the chubby cheek of his victim even as the young man begs off.
Holt: Lesson two, show no mercy.
Blood begins to trickle from the nostrils of the man Holt has pinned to the ring.
Rookie: I think you broke his nose.
Warns the rookie that Holt initially insulted upon entering the ring. He crouches down beside his brutalized peer, checking on his condition, but it’s his own well-being he should be concerned with. A steel folding chair slaps him right over the spine. Holt dashed from the ring, fetched the chair and returned just in time to take advantage of the rookie’s preoccupation with his buddy. The steel crushes the rookie’s lower back.
Holt: Lesson three, compassion is a weakness.
The second the teenage boy rolls to his back the chair that did all the damage to his kidneys is now crushing his throat. Holt takes the top edge of the makeshift weapon and embeds it against the rookie’s trachea while pushing down on the steel legs.
Holt: Lesson four, when an opportunity presents itself take advantage of it!
Blood begins to spurt like a geyser from the rookie’s mouth.
Holt: Johnny Kingdom and I will turn you girls into REAL wrestlers yet.
The chair is removed from the rookie’s throat and placed on the gut of the rotund man that Holt also victimizes. Further punishment is dealt out on the poor man when Holt’s elbow comes sailing off the top rope and slamming into the chair that was stretched across the hefty fella’s abdomen. A shocked young girl, who has to be 90 pounds soaking wet, kneels on the apron watching this all with wide eyes. Suddenly her blond ponytail is grabbed and used to drag her black spandex and blue tank top covered body into the ring.
Holt: You want to be a REAL wrestler do ya? Hopefully you’re tougher than (gestures to beaten down rookies) these bitches?
Before the girl can react she’s yanked into a short arm clothesline that crushes her esophagus. Holt stomps and stomps and stomps at the untrained girl before lifting her from the canvas and giving her a sickeningly stiff scoop slam.
Holt: Kingdom would be disgusted by you pathetic wimps.
Holt goes on pummeling the students with their blood splashing the canvas, all in the name of Johnny Kingdom.
When cameras go back live to the interior of the Manhattan Center, we can see how Johnny Kingdom reacts to this video, and he does not react favorably. His eyes slowly drift from the big screen towards the smile on the face of Ricky Holt stood in the ring leaning forward with his forearms draped across the top rope.
Greyson: That was sick.
Frankie: Those kids should be thanking Holt, they’ll be the toughest bunch of up and comers this business has ever seen.
Greyson: Those kids will never wrestle again Frankie.
Frankie: Win-win.
The camera divides it’s time gauging the responses of both Kingdom and Holt to the video just aired. Clearly the two have vastly different takes on what they just witnessed.
Holt: In two, five, then months, however long it takes those kids to get out of the hospital, they’ll be thanking you and I, Kingdom, for molding them into REAL wrestlers. But how about the two of us give them another lesson later tonight when we step in that ring and show them what true wrestling is all about?
’Unsettling Differences’ starts to play over the PA system, Holt’s music punctuating his comments. Kingdom stands on the stage for a few moments just staring Holt down before at last beginning to back through the curtains.
Greyson: Kingdom clearly does not appreciate what Holt did to those kids at the training camp.
Sparkles: Well if Johnny does have a problem he has a chance to do something about it later tonight.
Greyson: Ricky Holt versus Johnny Kingdom still to come later tonight, can the rookie defeat the legend?
Frankie: Seems to me that that rookie is already lightyears ahead of the legend.
Greyson: That’s debatable, but we’ll find out later this evening as part of the End of the Year Special.
Unfortunately there is little refuge that Johnny Kingdom finds once headed into the backstage area. He walks along into the guerilla position and stops the moment he passes by Eric O’Flaherty. If hearing from Ricky Holt wasn’t bad enough, now Johnny is about to hear from his pending opponent’s manager. O’Flaherty was casually leaning with his back to the wall, a baseball bat slanted from his palm to the floor, before he spots Kingdom stepping past. He straightens up and tightens his grip on the bat as Kingdom draws nearer.
Kingdom: Let your client know he WILL get a REAL wrestler in that ring later tonight.
Kingdom keeps it short and poignant before walking away. As Kingdom trudges along down the corridor O’Flaherty’s eyes remain locked upon him. A half smirk slowly comes to the right side of his face.
A camera is positioned at the base of a stairwell that Katelyn Buehler is stood at the top of. The World Champion slowly makes her way down the steps with her World championship shimmering over her shoulder. Once she reaches the base of the steps backstage correspondent Mark Comeau dashes down the hall to catch up with her.
Comeau: Excuse me, Katelyn, do you have a moment?
Katelyn groans.
Katelyn: Let’s TRY to keep it to a minute.
Comeau: Fair enough. I just had a conversation with Taylor Chase…..
Katelyn: You mean Taylor actually talked…to YOU?
Comeau: More like insulted me.
Katelyn: That sounds a lot more like the Tay I know and love. Take it she commented on the fact that you dress like your part of a 1990’s boyband?
Comeau: Erm no actually.
Katelyn: Oh, then she must have insulted that Vanilla Ice style fro you’re sporting.
Comeau: Uhhh no. How about we forget about me….
Katelyn: No problem there.
Comeau: Are you aware that Tay-Tay is holding a protest outside of the Manhattan Center and will continue doing so until she gets a World Title match against you this evening?
Katelyn: Is she? Awwwww, isn’t that adorable?
Comeau: How do you intend to….
Katelyn: Listen Mark, before I go on smelling anymore of that stank breath of yours I’m just going to stop you right there. I went out to that ring earlier tonight and I made it pretty clear to our Boss that I wanted my match against Tay to be for the World Championship. But after talking to McBride, I realize that she makes a pretty compelling case. Tay is NOT the number one contender for the World Title, sadly that distinction falls on her sister Mika Kozlov. Mika won a tournament for the right to face me for the championship, so my next defense of the title is going to be against her, NOT Tay-Tay, and no amount of pouting is going to change that.
Comeau: What Tay is doing is far more than pouting, she’s leading a full-scale protes…..
Katelyn: Doesn’t affect a thing. Unfortunately our match tonight is not for the championship, instead there’s going to be another opportunity on the line.
Comeau: Opportunity? What opportunity?
Katelyn: My opportunity to knock Tay out and to show her once and for all, who’s house this is.
Cameras go back to the ring where wee-wittle Desmond Drake is wearing a smile that consumes pretty much his entire face. At the moment his hands are full, juggling both a microphone and more importantly the Queen of Wrestling Championship. A belt he’s been asked to relinquish this evening.
Greyson: Katelyn Buehler making a bold declaration to defeat Taylor Chase tonight in their eagerly anticipated confrontation.
Sparkles: A match that has been building up ever since Taylor double crossed Katelyn by bashing her in the face with barbwire and then joining Monarchy.
Frankie: Hey-hey-hey (snapping fingers) enough about High as a Kite Kate, we’ve got Dessie D in the ring and he’s holding the Queen of Wrestling Championship.
Greyson: Well we WERE scheduled to see four ladies collide for that belt in Desmond’s hands, but he’s claiming that he’s not going to give the belt to the winner of this upcoming match.
Sparkles: Nope, cause he’s saying that he’s going to bestow that belt unto someone that he’s hand-picked and it’s not any of the women slated to challenge for the belt this evening.
Frankie: Would you guys just shut the fuck up and let Desmond speak?
The commentators aren’t the only ones who are hassling Desmond, the fans are just as vocally outspoken against him.
Drake: I’m going to keep this brief. Tonight I was asked to come here and relinquish this Queen of Wrestling Championship that Silas Mason himself entrusted me to protect. And although Silas might have been deposed as Principle Owner, I’m going to ensure that his spirit and his influence over the Riot brand lives on. I will carry on Silas’ traditions. So I’m going to do what Silas would do in the situation I’ve been forced into tonight. I’m not going to surrender this belt (draws focus to the QOW title in his hand), on orders from our new Principle Owner. Karen McBride can suck a lemon for all I care. She, nor any of those hairy brods competing in the four way here at the End of the Year Special, are getting ANYWHERE near the title. Cause I’ve personally hand selected someone who is TRULY deserving of being anointed the Queen of Wrestling Champion, and that someone isn’t Cindy Todd, or Victoria Salinas, or Mya Denton, and damn sure isn’t Selena Frost. So without further ado let’s bring out the new champ, someone who embodies everything a female athlete should be. I’m talking about…..FLASH SILVER!
The theme song for Flash Silver couldn’t even begin to beat the deafening wails of disapproval from the crowd. From the back emerges Flash bedecked in a sunflower dress and wearing a bright blond curly wig on top of his head. Stood behind him are the tag team duo known as the Hair Doodes. Both men are also in drag, and horrible-HORRIBLE drag at that. They are definitely no Mrs. Doubtfire.
Greyson: You cannot be serious.
Sparkles: Flash is going to become the NEW Queen of Wrestling Champion? EPIC!
Greyson: No, STUPID. The last time we saw Flash he and the Hair Doodes wore women’s clothing to try and get involved in Julia Braddock’s match several weeks ago, that hardly qualifies any of them to hold the Queen of Wrestling Title.
Frankie: Well guys who go around in drag are called QUEENS, so it all makes sense.
Greyson: To you and you alone maybe, but not for the sane people of the world.
There is absolutely nothing sane about the situation the fans are witnessing at the moment. Flash and his cohorts enter the ring and his hands are drawing towards the belt in Desmond’s grips.
Flash: Thanks sugar-baby.
Sadly that was Flash’s best effort at sounding like the fairer sex. He plays his role to the hilt if it means gold around his waist, which is exactly where the Queen of Wrestling Title is about to end up. He starts to slip the strap out of Desmond’s hand.
Drake: A couple of weeks ago, when I saw you and your gal-pals here (gestures to the Hair Doodes) dominate the entire IWC woman’s division I just knew right then and right there that you were the only one deserving of holding this title. You’re not like the plastic whores on this roster who get themselves over posting half naked pictures all over social media, you don’t rely on your tits, you rely on your talent.
Flash: Which is saying something sugar, cause I got fantastic boobies. But let’s stop standing out here ogling one another, you just hand that belt on over here and….
Selena: LAAAAMMMMEEE….
Thank God, at last someone has come along that actually gives the crowd just a little bit of hope. Selena Frost walks to the stage and doesn’t stop there, she keeps moving on down the ramp with one fist balled up at her side.
Greyson: Luckily Selena Frost is coming out here to break up this….what do we even call this…I don’t think ‘TRAVESTY’ is a strong enough word.
Frankie: She’s just jealous. Selena can’t accept that she’s not talented enough in Desmond’s eyes to hold the Queen of Wrestling Championship. It sucks when you have to face your short comings….and no, short comings isn’t slang for premature ejaculation. Something I know NOTHING about.
Sparkles: Selena WAS scheduled to face three other talents to crown the first Queen of Wrestling Champion, but it don’t like that’s happening now that Desmond is giving the belt to Flash.
Or at least Desmond WAS about to give the strap to Flash, now it hangs in the air between the two. Both men have turned from titles to their tormentor, Selena, who is already half way up the stairs before she continues her sentence.
Selena: I mean SERIOUSLY? Cross-dressing? This has stopped being funny and started being pathetic weeks ago.
She slips into the ring unthreatened by the four men already inside.
Selena: It was ridiculous enough having you three (points at the cross-dressers) interfering in my match a couple weeks ago, but you better believe I’ll hold a Wintervention before I allow you to defame that Queen of Wrestling Championship.
Flash: You listen and listen good Dairy Queen, I’d prove how much I deserve this championship right now by kicking you straight in your cunt, but I can’t wrestle here tonight. I’m all bloated and I’m having cramps. So I’m afraid I can’t wrestle this evening.
Selena: Well dear, I’M AFRAID you don’t have a choice….
In spite of the fact that she runs along straight into a four on one disadvantage Selena leaps at Flash and crushes his face with a right hand. She then spirals around and catches the cheek of Hair Doode member Franz with a punch. Similar treatment is given to Froderick, the jab dropping him to his back.
Greyson: Selena doing just as she promised, she’s holding a wintervention.
Sparkles: The Ice Queen is decimating all of these cross-dressers who were out here making a total mockery of the Queen of Wrestling Title.
Frankie: This is wrong, Desmond was out here doing the right thing by honoring his former boss Silas Mason and giving the belt to a DESERVING champion.
Greyson: He was giving the women’s championship to a man in a bargain bin dress.
Frankie: Now your insulting Flash’s fashion sense? Have you no shame?
Selena’s hands can’t fly fast enough as she divides her time between all three of her targets. Though she’s forgotten about the fourth man in the ring, Desmond reminding her of his presence by lunging at her leg and latching onto it. He swings his tiny fist upside Selena’s knee several times to absolutely NO effect. Selena blows a strand of hair out of her face and doesn’t even look down at Desmond as he goes on jabbing her in the knee cap. Finally she reacts to this attack by grabbing the pesky midget by the collar of his jacket and pushing him backwards across the ring. Drake is already begging for his life, but all that pleading will be in vain, Selena is going to crush him and there’s no weaseling his way out of it.
Greyson: Get him, Selena, finish this little bastard off.
Frankie: Wasn’t it bad enough that Selena DDTed Drake all those weeks ago? Why does she get her jollies beating up on this guy?
Greyson: Because he keeps antagonizing Selena instead of learning from his mistakes.
Drake goes on begging for his life, one that is about to be drastically cut short. Just as Selena is about to end his miserable existence, she has the back of her skull crushed by the Queen of Wrestling Championship. Flash runs in behind Selena and clobbers her upside the head with the belt.
Greyson: Damn you, Flash, damn you.
Frankie: That’s why he’s the champ.
The blow from the belt leaves Selena absent mindedly teetering between her feet, staying upright just long enough for the Hair Doodes to heave her into a back drop suplex version of the 3D. With Selena laid out in the middle of the ring a now emboldened Drake climbs the nearest turnbuckle. He has a giant smile plastered across his face, really enjoying the sight of the punishment that has been inflicted on Selena, and the further brutality he’s going to give her. Drake flies off the corner and hits a frog splash on Selena’s head, putting all his girth straight into her skull.
Greyson: This has gone on long enough.
Sparkles: Sparkles bets Selena regrets getting into that ring with the feisty young ladies now.
Greyson: They are NOT ladies. In fact, they’re not even human beings.
The chuckles of Drake fill the ring as he backs away from a crippled Selena, clutching tight to the Queen of Wrestling Championship belt. He squeezes the gold even tighter when seeing Victoria Salinas sliding into the squared circle.
Greyson: Salinas! Victoria Salinas! Another of the ladies slated to compete for the Queen of Wrestling Championship tonight.
Sparkles: A woman who is certainly no fan of Selena Frost, but an even bigger enemy of Drake and company, judging by their social media exchanges.
Greyson: It’s unclear rather Victoria is coming to Selena’s aid or coming out here because of that Queen of Wrestling Championship.
The moment Victoria enters the ring she’s on the defensive. Her bionic elbow nails Franz in the head, then the same maneuver connects with Froderick. Finally Flash is nailed between the eyes with a bionic elbow so forceful it has to have Dusty Rhodes smiling down from heaven. It’s not until all three of his goons are dropped to the canvas that Drake fully grasps the severity of the situation he’s in. He puts out his palms and backs away from Victoria.
Greyson: Kick that huge head off his shoulders Vict….WATCH OUT!
Victoria’s ankle is snagged on a hand…the hand of CINDY TODD.
The Queen of New Eden has materialized at ringside, reaching under the ropes, grabbing Victoria by the ankle then pulling her legs out from under her. Before Victoria can stop it she’s pulled totally out of the ring and spun into the devastating uppercut that drills her across the jaw.
Greyson: It’s Cindy, Cindy Todd! Another of the ladies who were supposed to challenge for the Queen of Wrestling Title!
The blow delivered by Cindy has Victoria falling back against the apron before almost losing her footing. She is then taken by the back of the head, ran the length of the ringside mats and ultimately driven shoulder first into the steel steps. The impact with the steel renders Victoria dead to the world, her body going limp across the ringside mats.
Meanwhile back in the ring Desmond is picking up the Queen of Wrestling Championship belt and looking to escape with it. He’s running towards the ropes only he never reaches them on account of finding the belt in his hand caught on something that is NOT his palms. A wide eyed Drake turns around and looks up into the face of Cindy Todd. She has hold of the strap that Drake was so close to fleeing with.
Sparkles: Now you’ve done it Drake, now you’ve done it.
Drake’s face has gone as white as a sheet at the sight of Cindy holding the other end of the belt that he’s got his hand wrapped around. Cindy’s black eyes reflect the terror in the features of her next victim. Although soon those eyes will mirror something else, the fist that comes flying into it. Victoria has re-entered the ring, has grabbed Cindy by the shoulder and has spun her around into a vicious right hand straight across the brow.
Greyson: Victoria and Cindy have been going at it all night long.
Frankie: It ain’t gonna stop any time soon either. Not until Victoria isn’t breathing.
Punches go on being flung between the jaws of Cindy and Victoria, the ladies possessed with such rage at the mere sight of one another. Finally Victoria’s boot collides with Cindy’s ribs, causing her to drop her defenses just long enough to be crushed across the jaw with a right hand. Victoria is about to follow up and strike while the opportunity presents itself but the Hair Doodes stop her before she can capitalize. The two men leap in behind Victoria and hit her with stereo double axehandles over the back. They then interlock hands and rush into a stereo clothesline, only to have Victoria duck before her throat can be crushed by their blow. Franz and Froderick end up running right past her and into a stereo clothesline that is hit ON THEM. Cindy catches either man off guard with her own stereo lariats, knocking them simultaneously to the ring.
Greyson: The Hair Doodes finding out what separates Cindy from the normal competitors in the IWC.
Sparkles: She almost knocked their perfect hair right off their heads.
A mere second after taking out the Hair Doodes, Cindy subjects Victoria to very similar treatment. She lunges across the ring and rams her shoulder into Victoria’s ribs, the spear knocking both women through the ropes, sending them crashing into the floor.
Greyson: Cindy and Victoria just won’t stop.
Frankie: I don’t think either lady is even thinking about that Queen of Wrestling Title right now.
Sparkles: Yeah, they’re just hell-bent on destroying one another.
Greyson: Cindy has just been in a foul mood ever since her former follower Borislav turned his back on her at Upping the Ante.
Sparkles: To be fair Borislav didn’t just double cross Cindy, he hit her with a pipe wrench right in the ribs.
Greyson: The same treatment Cindy gave him several weeks ago.
Neither Victoria nor Cindy stay down on the arena floor very long. They’re already standing up and launching punches into one another’s faces. Cindy finds herself a bit surprised by the resiliency of the former GCW World Champion and Victoria is just as stunned when she’s reminded of how hard her rival can hit. Cindy is about to strike another fatal blow, running into a clothesline that Victoria manages to side step. As a result Cindy’s lariat flies past her intended target’s throat and slams instead into the steel turnbuckle post. Cindy stumbles back from the steel and into her rival’s palms. Victoria puts her hands to Cindy’s back and gives her a forceful shove, and now it’s Cindy’s forehead that takes the brunt of the impact with the steel post.
As this brawl goes on outside of the ring back in its center we see a recovered Flash Silver, Franz and Froderick convening around the Queen of Wrestling Championship belt. Flash starts to pick up the strap only to have Selena Frost leap across the ring and wrap her arms around the gold. She refuses to let Flash besmirch the belt by leaving with it tonight. Flash and his cohorts won’t give up possession of the title though, beginning to stomp and clobber Selena until she lets go. But Selena isn’t releasing the strap, she’d rather die before she allows it to leave with Flash.
Before it comes down to that another figure comes sliding into the ring and looks to help even up the odds a little bit. All those in the Manhattan Center find themselves thoroughly enthused at the sight of Mya Denton, yet another woman who was slated to challenge for the Queen of Wrestling Title tonight. She gets into the ring and in a matter of seconds she’s tossing Froderick out of it by the wig on the top of his head.
Greyson: Mya Denton has hit the ring, and she’s not getting paid by the hour.
Sparkles: She’s sending everyone flying out of it.
Greyson: She, Victoria, Selena and Cindy were supposed to fight in a four way to crown the first Queen of Wrestling Champion, but thanks to Desmond Drake and company all those plans went straight out the window.
Sparkles: Now it looks like Mya and Selena are actually working together to save the belt instead of fighting one another for ownership of it.
A spinning roundhouse kick is unleashed by Mya that results in her shin colliding upside Franz’s head, sending him twisting to the ring. Mya then turns just in time to catch Flash coming at her, delivering a back drop that sends him flying over the ropes and then tumbling down onto Froderick, who had just regained his footing on the arena floor.
Frankie: Da hale? Mya just cleared the ring.
Back at ringside the brawl between Victoria and Cindy is still ongoing. Salinas has dragged her rival up to her feet and readies to launch her along into the steel stairs. But just then Cindy reaches out, catches the creases of Victoria’s knees and plucks her legs out from under her. Victoria collapses onto her back for only a second before she’s then launched off of it and sent hurdling face first into the ring apron. Cindy catapults her adversary into the hardest section of the ring, causing Victoria’s mouth to crack steel. Her head ricochets from the apron and then goes staggering back into the arms of her attacker. Cindy bends Victoria back then hits her with the reverse DDT across the ringside mats.
Greyson: Victoria catapulted into that apron and then hit with that gruesome dropping reverse DDT.
Sparkles: Cindy is just too tough an opponent for any one woman to overcome.
Frankie: The sooner Victoria realizes that the lower her health insurance premiums will be.
Cindy leads Victoria from the ground up to her seat and then runs into a big kick right across her chest. The shot knocks Victoria to her back while Cindy looks to keep her from ever getting back up off of it. Cindy climbs onto the apron, dashes across it and then leaps into a double stomp, boots about to crush Victoria’s ribs. At the last possible second Victoria twists to her side and Cindy’s boots hit the ground instead of crushing her stomach. Cindy stumbles past Victoria before whipping around to face her and running into a boot…a boot that Victoria defensively gets up to protect herself. The shot catches Cindy across her chin and sends her staggering along to the base of the ramp. This is a chance Victoria has to take advantage of. She runs in behind Cindy only to find her mouth on the receiving end of a back elbow so forceful it sends her stumbling right back into the apron.
Greyson: I tell you these tw…..uh oh, things are about to get even more interesting.
Intrigue intensifies at the sight of Borislav making his way down the ramp.
Frankie: Is Borislav totally out of his mind? He should be running from Cindy, not coming towards her.
Greyson: We just talked about this a few moments ago, Borislav turned his back on Cindy at Upping the Ante.
Sparkles: He did more than that, he also bashed her with a pipe wrench.
Greyson: And it looks like he isn’t through with Cindy just yet, not after everything she’s done to him and to his beloved Mika Kozlov.
Borislav continues to walk right down the ramp unabated. While most would shy from Cindy, Borislav walks right up to her and has no qualms in introducing his fist upside her face. Cindy is stunned to see Borislav coming towards her but not stunned to the point where she loses her senses. She instantly lashes out, punching Borislav across either cheek with either of her fists. Borislav looks stunned by the sheer force in which he’s struck, the impacts knocking his huge body up the ramp and almost rendering him unconscious. The ferocious Cindy keeps coming after him, each punch she delivers a form of retaliation for the blows from the pipe wrench that he gave her just a few weeks ago.
Frankie: Cindy all over Borislav! She’s gonna kill him!
Greyson: Things have just broken down into total anarchy here.
Cindy continues to wallop Borislav upside his face, battling him up the ramp before the two eventually disappear behind the curtains that hang over the entry way. One woman is very familiar with both of these individuals is not about to allow either Borislav or Cindy to keep her from joining in on all the fun. Victoria has recovered from the reverse DDT at ringside and has snatched a steel folding chair out from under the squared circle. The crowd is going absolutely bonkers as Victoria runs up the ramp with chair in hand, bound and determined to shave a few years off the lives of her rivals.
Greyson: Borislav and Cindy brawling into the back and now Victoria is cashing them down.
Sparkles: She looks downright murderous when it comes to New Eden. Who have just been sticking it to her and her friend Marina for several weeks now.
The fans have a tough time dividing their focus between all the commotion on the ramp and the action inside of the squared circle. It’s in the ring where Mya Denton is pacing around like a caged beast anxious to bite the first hand that slips through the bars. She stares down Drake, Flash and both members of the Hair Doodes, as all four men converge at the base of the ramp and try to regroup. The look Mya is giving them has the group back peddling.
While Drake and crew are angered by Mya’s presence, Selena Frost is grateful for it. She uses the ropes to reach her feet, gripping at the cables with one hand while clutching the Queen of Wrestling Title in the other. Mya looks at Selena and then at the belt she has cradled to her chest. This visual causes Mya to absolutely snap and react in fashion that no one could have predicted, especially not Selena.
Mya runs up behind Selena and cracks her over the back with a forearm strike.
Greyson: HEY!
Sparkles: What the heck. I thought Mya was here to have Selena’s back!
Frankie: She was up until she saw that title belt in Selena’s hands.
The blow across the back of her head has sent Selena tumbling to the ring, landing right on top of the Queen of Wrestling Championship belt she came out here to save. Mya is now gesturing towards the backstage area, calling for something and that something turns out to be a referee. The official sides into the ring and calls for the bell.
Greyson: Guys it looks like we ARE going to see the Queen of Wrestling Championship match.
Sparkles: Where are Victoria and Cindy though?
Greyson: I guess the two have removed themselves from this match.
Frankie: And Mya is taking advantage of that fact.
Greyson: Not only that, she’s taking advantage of a weakened, prone Selena Frost to all but guarantee that she’s going to be the new Queen of Wrestling Champion.
QUEEN OF WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
The moment the bell rings Mya pulls Selena up from the canvas and flings her chest straight into the nearby turnbuckle. The impact with the corner has Selena staggering back where her head falls into the clutches of her opponent. Mya takes Selena around the neck then runs at the corner, stepping up it to the top rope then pushing off into a tornado bulldog. Selena’s face crashes across the canvas and causes her to go flipping into a prone state. Mya crawls into the corner, hoping she’s inflicted enough damage to capture the championship.
Sparkles: Mya may have just manipulated her way into becoming the first ever Queen of Wrestling Champion.
Frankie: I never knew Mya was this smart.
Sparkles: Sparkles thinks that Mya’s recent issues with Rachel Tatum Lee, Aaron Harrison and the rest of the group Tombstone have brought out a different side of her.
Greyson: It’s been rumored in the past that Mya suffers some form of multiple personality disorder.
Frankie: Well all of those personalities are about to become champion.
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The believers in attendance tonight are not disappointed, because Selena kicks out seconds before the Queen of Wrestling Title goes slipping through her fingers. Mya gets to her knees and gives the referee a look that just paralyzes him with fear. The unsettled Mya takes Selena around the neck, putting her in a sleeper hold and using the submission to lead her up to her feet. The hold is then transitioned into a sleeper neck-breaker variant, Mya dropping her adversary straight onto the back of her head. This high impact move is not followed up by a cover, instead Mya looks to deliver another fatal and perhaps damning blow. She climbs to the top of the nearest corner which she comes flying out of before connecting with the senton bomb.
Greyson: It’s been a very long time since we’ve seen Mya THIS motivated.
Sparkles: Something seems very off about her.
Greyson: Well the last time we saw Mya she was being shoved inside of a coffin by Rachel and Harrison. That has quite the effect on one’s sanity.
Frankie: Especially when there wasn’t much sanity there to begin with.
Although Mya just hit a senton that successfully knocked all the air out of Selena’s body the move is not followed by a lateral press. Instead of pinning Selena’s body down to the canvas Mya drags her up from it. She forces Selena onto her knees and then lunges at her with the shining wizard. Somehow, as unbelievable as it sounds, Selena has the presence of mind to duck the kick aimed at her skull. As a result Mya goes flying past her target, landing behind her instead of hitting her. A battered Selena pops up to her feet and then whips around to face Mya who is not flying at her with a shining wizard but with her whole body. Mya has sprung to the middle rope of the turnbuckle and then comes flying off of it, twisting in mid-air. She flies over top of Selena, who bends down to avoid a potential cross body, but in the process sets herself up for the sunset flip. A shocked Selena is rolled up into the pin, each slap of the referee’s hand against the canvas bringing her closer to the loss of her dream of walking away from the End of the Year Special as champion.
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Selena’s arm squeaks its away up and off of the canvas, keeping her dream alive.
Fans: WE BELIEVE! WE BELIEVE! WE BELIEVE!
As the crowd chants this Selena finds the courage and the perseverance to reach her feet. She then runs right into the kick straight across her ribs, Mya swinging around into a twisting back kick. The blow has Selena stooped over and causes her head to fall into her adversary’s clutches. Mya has the three quarter’s head lock applied and is now pointing at the turnbuckle.
Greyson: Mya barely missed the Demented earlier, but she damn sure is going to connect with the Cra-Cr…..What the heck is this about now?
Mya was mere inches removed from the turnbuckle she was about to step up before delivering the Shiranui, however she stops right in front of the corner that she is now looking over instead of running to the top of. Mya is watching the stage, which is occupied by NHB Champion Rachel Tatum Lee, Aaron Harrison, the members of the group Tombstone, and the most jarring visual of them all, a CASKET. The coffin that Mya was carried away in several weeks ago is set up vertically, making sure it stands out. There is no way that Mya could miss it no matter how the casket is positioned, her eyes are instantly fixated upon it.
Greyson: The NHB Champion Rachel Tatum Lee is out here with members of Tombstone and Aaron Harrison.
Sparkles: The group that has been physically and psychologically abusing her for several weeks.
Frankie: Their getting into her head with the use of that casket they carted her away in back at Upping the Ante.
The once nicely combed hair on Mya’s head is all tussled and tangled by her hands. Huge clumps of it are about to be torn from her skull as her watery eyes lock on the coffin, remembering how traumatizing it was to be trapped inside. It isn’t until Mya hears Selena coming that she breaks her focus on the coffin and puts all her efforts into breaking her opponent’s face. A back elbow nails Selena in the bridge of her nose, the collision knocking her back a few steps. Once she’s put some distance between herself and her opponent, Mya leaps onto the turnbuckle she was going to hit the Shiranui out of. But now she’ll be leaping off of it in order to hit the crossbody. She flies from the corner and it’s not a crossbody she connects with, it’s the boot of her opponent. A stunned Mya finds herself falling to her feet, stooped over by the kick to her gut, a blow that puts her in perfect place for the Icebreaker DDT.
Greyson: Icebreaker DDT outta nowhere!
Frankie: Will it be enough to make Selena the Queen of Wrestling Champion though?
With the fans, Rachel, Harrison and Tombstone watching on the referee makes the count. Selena’s arm is draped across Mya’s chest and she hopes enough damage has been done to capture the belt this evening.
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Turns out the Icebreaker DDT was Selena’s ticket to success. The believers rejoice with the mother of all ovations at the sight of Selena rising from the ground and onto her feet, arms raised in triumph.
Greyson: Man, just listens to the believers here tonight.
Sparkles: They are overjoyed to see Selena Frost leave here with the Queen of Wrestling Championship.
Frankie: She ain’t leaving with anything
The belt that Selena just won is nowhere near the hands of the newly crowned champion. Instead the gold is in Desmond Drake’s palms. The very man who carried the belt out to the ring earlier is the one who is leaving with it. He snags the belt and then hightails it up the ramp with Flash, Franz and Froderick following him.
Greyson: Hey dammit! Drake and co are leaving with the Queen of Wrestling Title.
Frankie: Hahahaha, look at those stubby legs kick. He’s running faster than Usain Bolt.
It doesn’t matter how quick Drake runs, because one way or another Selena WILL catch up with him. She dashes up the ramp and goes after Desmond and his boys, determined to get what’s rightfully hers.
Greyson: Selena going after Drake. She wants that belt, she wants what’s owed to her and she’s not going to stop until she gets it.
The cameras get backstage just in time to capture a rather chilling visual. Blood is gushing down the features of Borislav, the big Russian busted open by nothing more than the closed fists of his attacker. Cindy Todd sits on top of his hairy chest, pinning his back down to the floor as her knuckles continue to collide with the gash in his scalp. The sound of punches cracking bone fills the hallway that has been transformed into Cindy’s den of destruction.
Cindy: I regret being forced to do such unsettling things to you.
Informs Cindy as she takes Borislav by the bangs and lifts his bloodied head up from the ground.
Cindy: But you’ve given me little choice my dear.
Another punch cracks the opening in his flesh.
Cindy: You once served a useful purpose to my New Eden, but now the only purpose you’ll serve is sending your friend Mika a message for me.
She leans in close to make sure her words are unmistakable.
Cindy: Tell her that I will do far worse to you if she does not come back to me. Remind Mika that she….is…..MINE.
Cindy reaches back into her waistband and extracts a small knife.
Cindy: This should make sure she gets my message.
The knife moves towards Borislav’s chest.
Victoria: Dammit Cindy, we’re not through yet.
Gripes Victoria Salinas, who is making her way down the corridor with a steel chair extended from her palms. The war that she has waged with Cindy Todd throughout the evening is clearly not at an end and there conflict will no doubt be reignited should their paths once again cross. Victoria prays that she stumbles upon Cindy’s whereabouts as she traverses the halls of the building, yet those prayers have gone unanswered thus far. She keeps on searching in spite of her hunt yielding no results. She doesn’t see Cindy anywhere, nor does she spot the door that begins to tentatively open once she’s stormed past it. A head peeks from the doorway, and obviously it’s not the head of Cindy Todd, who would hide from no one. Nuh’uh, it’s not Cindy, it’s….Tabitha Silverstone?
Greyson: Victoria Salinas is looking to end her issues with Cindy Todd here tonight but…..hey guys, is that….
Sparkles: It’s Tabitha Silverstone!
Frankie: Uhhhh, I thought she wasn’t going to be here tonight.
Greyson: That’s what we ALL thought.
Sparkles: Tabitha sent in a prerecorded video message and everything for her clients saying she was too injured to be here, and yet, there she is.
Although Tabitha tries to go incognito by wearing a black hoodie and oversized sunglasses, there is no mistaking the contours of her face. She nervously watches Victoria walk away before she dares exits the room she had been hiding in.
A medallion shimmers as it twists from the ribbon held in Dan Douglas’ fingers. The very same golden trinket that has been employed dozens and dozens of times in the past to control the mind of his client Katelyn Buehler, just hangs there in the air at this point. Douglas stoops forward on the bench in his client’s locker-room, examining his medallion while immersed deep in thought. At last his thinking is derailed when confronted by a familiar figure.
Destiny: Dan, you see Katelyn anywhere?
The best friend of the World Champion, Destiny Nichols, enters the locker-room and pauses beside the somber agent.
Douglas: I used to know all of Katelyn’s comings and goings….
Destiny: I take it she’s off getting herself into trouble?
Douglas: Naturally.
Sullenly replies Douglas, his voice totally zapped of any happiness.
Destiny: Ummmm Dan, something on your mind?
Douglas: I’m transparent am I?
Destiny: Much more than normal.
Before Douglas tells his confidant what’s weighing on his mind he squeezes his hand shut around the medallion he had been studying.
Douglas: I’m losing my grip on Katelyn.
Destiny: I’ve noticed she’s been a bit more rebellious lately, ever since winning that World Title.
Douglas: It used to be so easy to influence her, to control her, but I can feel my power over her fading.
Destiny: Well, maybe that’s kind of a good thing.
Douglas: No….no it isn’t. Katelyn still needs me, she still needs me to keep her balanced. Without my ability to control her there’s no telling what she’ll do next.
Destiny: Let her make up her own mind for once and…..
Douglas: No.
Douglas’ palms remain wrapped around the medallion and his knuckles are now raised to his lips.
Douglas: Many years ago I went to a man who helped me develop my abilities. He told me that the power he gave me would eventually begin to slip….
Destiny: Why are you telling me this?
Douglas: So that you’ll understand.
Destiny: Understand what?
Douglas: What I’m going to have to do.
Destiny: And what’s that?
Douglas: Whatever it will take to once again control Katelyn’s mind. So I can save her, save her from herself.
RICKY HOLT VS. JOHNNY KINGDOM
The tunes of “Unsettling Differences” are playing throughout the arena PA system and you better believe Ricky Holt’s theme music has resulted in nothing shy of raw hatred from the audience. Everyone lets Ricky know exactly what they think of him as he steps out from the back and comes to a stop on the stage. His agent Eric O’Flaherty can be seen at Ricky’s side for only a moment before disappearing behind the curtains. He gives his client a last second pep talk, though Ricky needs no further motivation. He’s already pretty hyped for his collision with Kingdom, hence the pep in every step he takes towards the squared circle.
Greyson: Ladies and gentlemen it has certainly been one wild night here at the End of the Year Special, and here’s a man who made a contributing effort to all the insanity.
Sparkles: We can’t begin to put into words what Ricky Holt showed us earlier tonight. That video he arranged for Johnny Kingdom sure was…..something.
Greyson: it was an insult to Kingdom is what it was.
Frankie: Huuuuh? As if. Holt was honoring Kingdom.
Greyson: Don’t be ridiculous. Holt has no honor and he damn sure has no respect for anyone. He proved that earlier when he showed footage of him beating and bloodying the students that Kingdom had been training to become professional wrestlers.
Frankie: He was thinning the herd, weeding out the weak-links and making sure only REAL wrestlers got the chance to climb the ranks here in the IWC.
Greyson: That’s a crock of shit and you know it.
Once in the ring Holt shows just how excited he is by leaping up and down, getting his knees all the way up to his chest while swinging his arms out to his sides. He is getting himself even more energized for this collision with the Team Leader. The wait for Johnny isn’t a very long one, the tracks of “Wake Up” playing over the loud speakers, inciting nothing short of a riot from the audience. The fans are surging with adrenaline at the sight of the bona fide legend strolling down the ramp. In spite of this reaction from the people, Kingdom pays them little if not any attention. Every bit of his focus is on the man who he witnessed beating down a batch of students he was grooming to one day be superstars. However, after Holt was through with them they’ll be lucky to walk, let alone wrestle ever again.
Greyson: This match was enough to whet the appetites of wrestling enthusiasts given the sheer talents of either man, but add to it this most recent wrinkle from earlier tonight and now there’s even more intrigue headed into this contest.
Frankie: Forget all that stuff with Ricky crashing the training camp, focus instead on what’s the most important aspect of this match. We’re about to see two REAL wrestlers go at it. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since we’ve seen that.
Sparkles: What exactly in Ricky Holt’s mind constitutes a REAL wrestler.
Greyson: If ever there was a REAL wrestler, it’s Johnny Kingdom, and Holt is going to find that out.
A surprisingly reserved Kingdom stands back in the corner of the ring, eyeballing the young man that he is now very suspicious of. The bell sounds and every difference between Holt and Kingdom is about to play out in what should be an ultra-competitive contest. The match gets underway in highly unexpected form when Holt extends his hand and actually looks to be a good sportsman by requesting a pre-match shake. Kingdom stares down at the hand that is stretched towards him and finally reacts, giving Holt a shake….or more like a jolt. Holt’s extended hand is taken and twisted around, Johnny putting it in an arm ringer.
Frankie: That was classless.
Greyson: Kingdom isn’t falling for Holt’s disingenuous act.
The submission on Holt’s arm has him bending at the knees and grinding his teeth. One can see all those pearly whites, cause Holt is flashing a grin. That smile only widens when he swings his body around and puts his back to Kingdom’s chest. He then steps forward, driving his own sternum into Kingdom’s hands, breaking them away from the wrist they WERE clutching. Holt then reaches back, takes Kingdom around the neck and pulls him down into the side headlock.
Sparkles: Nice transition.
Greyson: Holt is a classically trained wrestler, I won’t take that away from him.
Frankie: Why not? You’ve done everything else in your power to try and insult him.
The headlock is draining Kingdom and doing so in a hurry, but at the same time it’s energizing Holt. Fortunes are ultimately reversed when Kingdom twists his body right around out of the side headlock and into a top wrist lock. Holt’s arm is bent over backwards at such an angle that it causes him to cringe and cringe pronouncedly. Further pain is exhibited on Holt’s face when his arm is taken from the top wrist lock position and then bent around behind his back into the hammerlock. Kingdom keeps changing it up on Holt, consistently keeping the young man guessing and at the same time schooling him. Kingdom makes another transition, breaking the hammerlock in order to step to Holt’s side and put him in the headlock.
Holt stomps his foot, a little aggravated that Kingdom is coming at him from every possible angle, making it hard to get a read on him. Finally Holt decides to make an unorthodox counter, taking his opponent by the thigh and the shoulder then falling back. Kingdom’s side headlock is broken as he’s rolled across the canvas right along beside Holt. Eventually both men roll until they end up on their stomachs where Holt quickly transitions into the arm bar.
Frankie: Ricky might be young but he definitely ain’t green around the gills. This guy is already well versed in chain wrestling.
Sparkles: He’s definitely proving that right now.
Although Kingdom’s bicep and triceps muscles are being worked over he’s still trying to get up from the canvas. The moment Kingdom reaches his knee Holt takes the arm he had in a submission and then drags it across his opponent’s throat. He locks in a modified cobra clutch, standing behind the kneeling Kingdom and pulling his forearm back into the legend’s throat. The air supply is only briefly deprived to Kingdom, who already is standing up. He gets to his feet only to fall right back off of them when he hits a drop toe hold on Holt, breaking the modified cobra clutch. Holt falls flat on his face and Kingdom leaps over his adversary’s back, landing on his seat beside him and applying the side headlock yet again.
Kingdom quickly flows from the side headlock into a basic but incredibly efficient front facelock submission. He grips and grips tight to Holt’s neck and in the process keeps him grounded on his stomach. The resilient Holt won’t stay down for long, starting to force himself up from the ring. When Kingdom feels his opponent elevating from the canvas he alters his strategy to keep him down on the mat. Johnny flips forward and now bridges back into the chin lock. A version of the last chancery is locked in on Holt, but even that isn’t enough to keep him floored. He is already on his way back up only to have Kingdom alter his submission once more. He breaks the bridging chin lock then falls to Holt’s side, immediately grabbing his bicep and placing him in the arm bar.
Although he’s in pain Holt actually smiles, immensely enjoying the move for move game of chess he’s playing with Kingdom. Naturally Holt has an escape in mind to free himself from the arm bar. He pushes himself up from the canvas and directly to his feet, causing Kingdom to stand as well, maintaining the submission hold. Holt now spins his body so that his arm is plucked out of Kingdom’s clutches and both men go back to back.
An attempt is made at the backslide, however Kingdom keeps his feet rooted to the canvas and prevents being dragged down into the hold. Instead when Kingdom goes down to the ring he does so of his own accord. Kingdom falls onto his back then reaches up from it, taking the still standing Holt by the hips then trying to pull him down into the sunset flip. Holt slaps one of Kingdom’s hands away from his hip and then swings his leg around the other arm of his opponent. He sits Kingdom up on the canvas and places him straight into a Stretch Plum submission hold.
Greyson: Holt got a Stretch Plum locked in on Kingdom right now, and thus far he’s managed to keep the Team Leader strictly to the ground.
Frankie: Yeah, he’s forcing Johnny to wrestle at HIS pace.
The explosive Kingdom makes the effort to begin inching his way up from the ring. The moment that Johnny starts to stand up his opponent employs a calculated move in order to keep him down. Holt switches it up on Kingdom by transitioning from the Stretch Plum into a crucifix pin.
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Kingdom wiggles his arm up from the ring in time to prevent being pinned in a shocking manner. He and Holt then race one another to their feet and once both men are upright they have a brief stand-off. Shockingly Holt raises his palms and backs away from the stone cold Kingdom.
Holt: Give this man the props he deserves?
Holt claps for Kingdom and several of the fans join in. The second that Kingdom looks towards his audience his adversary runs straight at him with a punch intended for his forehead. Kingdom side steps that punch though and then hip tosses Holt over onto his back. After his back hits the canvas Holt pops up off of it and returns to his feet. He then runs at Kingdom again only to be caught via another deep hip toss. Kingdom flings Holt down to the ring and does so viciously before falling over his chest, trying to surprise him via the lateral press.
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Holt gets his arm up and rolls out from under Kingdom in the process. He keeps on rolling until he’s past the ring ropes and out of the squared circle.
Sparkles: Nice ring awareness shown by Holt.
Greyson: He knew where he was and where he needed to be to stay away from Kingdom.
Once at ringside a smile comes back to Holt’s face. He claps his hands together while circling the ring that has a patient Kingdom waiting inside. Johnny has his hands on his knees and crouches down, watching Holt circle him and circle him and circle him. It isn’t until the referee starts to count Holt out that he slides back onto the apron and shows his first desire to re-enter the ring. At last Kingdom, the usual cool customer that he is, loses his calm. He steps right towards the ropes Holt is stood on the opposite side of, taking him by the back of the head. Kingdom then runs across the ring dragging Holt along and ultimately slamming his face against the turnbuckle. The impact with the corner has Holt bending back and almost falling from the apron to the arena floor, but he manages to grab the very post he was just bashed against.
Wait a minute, he’s not just holding onto the turnbuckle…..
As Ricky’s hands are busy at work Kingdom is being forced away from his opponent by the referee. The official warns Kingdom about attacking someone while there in the ropes. Kingdom gives the ref a condescending grin before going back after his adversary. He walks right into Holt, Holt’s HANDS. Ricky reaches through the ropes from the apron, grabs Kingdom by the waistband of his pants and gives him a tug, dragging him forward so that his face crushes the turnbuckle bolt that was just exposed.
Greyson: Hold up….Did-did-did Holt just pull off that turnbuckle pad?
Frankie: He certainly did and he smashed Kingdom’s face into the bolt beneath it.
The impact with the bolt has knocked Kingdom back to the center of the ring, falling from his feet and pawing at the lump forming across his scalp. Upon entering the ring Holt looks towards the turnbuckle bolt and shrugs.
Holt: How did that happen?
The amused Holt shouts down at Kingdom.
Holt: You would have done the same to me.
Holt’s heel swings down into Kingdom’s face, the stomp rattling his opponent. Instinctively Kingdom sits up on the canvas just as Holt comes running towards him and delivers a kick that nails his opponent between the eyes. Kingdom falls to his back then rolls across the ring, ending up in the corner diagonal to the one his face had just been driven against. Holt takes Johnny by the wrist and is about to send him the length of the ring before ultimately hitting the turnbuckle bolt once again.
Holt launches Kingdom across the ring and into the steel, which connects with his opponent’s HANDS. Kingdom catches the bolt and holds himself back from it, so relieved he didn’t smack into the steel that he doesn’t even see his opponent leaping into the big splash from behind. It appears Kingdom was playing possum though, side stepping Holt, who goes flying right past him and directly into the bolt.
Instead of Holt getting a taste of his own medicine though, he lands on the middle rope straddling the turnbuckle with his feet. He holds his head back from the corner, a task that becomes impossible when Kingdom nonchalantly takes him by the ankle and pulls his feet out from under him. Holt is tripped up and goes tumbling down forehead first into the steel bolt.
Kingdom: You’re right.
Muses Kingdom in response to Holt’s earlier statements. The impact with the bolt has Holt staggering back and reeling on his heels, desperately trying to stay upright. That isn’t going to be possible when Kingdom goes running into him with his boot leading the way. The kick connects right across Holt’s forehead, the impact taking Holt off of his feet and sending him rolling all the way out of the ring.
Greyson: Stiff kick by Kingdom and there goes Holt escaping from the ring again.
Frankie: It’s a strategic exit Lovejoy.
Sparkles: Yeah, LOOOOVEJOOY!
Greyson: I really-really wish you two would stop doing that.
Frankie: What’s wrong LOOOOVEJOY?
Greyson: The fact that together you two form the butt-cheeks of an ass.
This time Johnny isn’t about to let Holt catch his breath outside of the ring. He goes right after his opponent, reaching through the ropes, latching onto Holt’s arm and starting to pull him up to the apron. A back elbow to Kingdom’s eyes saves Holt. The impact and the placement of the point of Holt’s elbow against his eyeball has Kingdom stumbling back pawing at his face. He regains his vision and then goes back after Holt and yet he still doesn’t see the next move coming. Holt reaches out, grabs Kingdom by the back of the head then leaps from the apron, as a result the throat of his adversary is caught up on the top cable. Johnny’s head snaps back from the cable that he is spinning away from. Now his back is to the ropes and soon his spine will be embedded against them. Kingdom’s wrists are caught and pulled back over the top rope. It seems that Holt is trying to hyperextend his adversary’s arms as he leans back from the apron and pulls on Kingdom’s arms. All the while Johnny’s back is wedged against the ropes, keeping him from following the arms that are being almost torn out of their sockets. A five count starts that eventually causes Holt to break his submission hold and then shove his opponent by the back of the head. The push sends Kingdom down to the canvas, which he only stays on for a moment.
Kingdom is regaining his balance just as Holt comes flipping over the ropes behind him and catches both of his opponent’s arms, hitting a unique variant of the unprettier. After hitting the move Holt just sits there on the canvas grinning arrogantly and looking back over his shoulder at his unconscious opponent.
Holt: I expected better than this.
Informs Holt as his hands find their way around Kingdom’s neck, forcing him up from the ring and then into a stiff knife edge chop. The shot sends Kingdom falling back into the ropes, leaning against them for support while Holt’s forearm grinds right across his eyes. Holt then pulls down on the back of Kingdom’s head in order to bend him over so that a forearm can crash over his shoulders. The shot drops Kingdom to his knees, hands reaching up for his banged up neck and equally as banged up face. Holt puts his kneecap to the side of Kingdom’s face and grinds it straight across his eye. The blinded Johnny falls to his back as his opponent’s fist falls into his face.
The dropping punch across the brow has Kingdom in a position he’s not very familiar with, on the defensive. He crawls away from Holt and towards the ropes while taking one forearm after another across his shoulders and his lower back. Holt drags Kingdom up to his feet, sticks his head through the top and middle rope then pulls in reverse on his opponent’s jaw. The back of Kingdom’s neck is pressed against the top cable, ensuring he’s trapped in perhaps the most brutal rear chin lock variant imaginable. The referee starts a five count on Holt, who uses every bit of that count in order to inflict more damage on his opponent’s neck. Finally he lets go of Johnny’s chin and allows him to turn so that he’s seated on the middle rope. Unfortunately his chin is draped over the top cable and this proves to be Kingdom’s detriment. Holt takes him by the back of the head and pulls down on his skull, grinding his throat against the rope.
Kingdom is gasping for what precious oxygen can find its way into his lungs. Once again Holt employs every bit of the five count before breaking his illegal choke. He then runs into the ropes running perpendicular to the ones that Kingdom is seated on, springing off the middle strand then twisting into a dropkick. His boots nail Kingdom in the chest, driving him back off the rope he was seated on and then causing him to crash back first into the apron. The crowd lets out the obligatory ‘oooooh,’ after witnessing this move connect.
Frankie: See that, Holt is wrestling this match like he said he would, like a REAL wrestler.
Greyson: He’s bending the rules until Kingdom breaks. That’s not the MO of a REAL wrestler.
Frankie: Says a man who has never laced up his wrestling boots a day in his life.
Sparkles: You’re not a veteran like Frankie and Sparkles.
The dropkick on the button has ultimately sent Kingdom to the floor. He sluggishly works his way up from the ground before finding himself being led along into the clutches of his adversary. Holt scoops Kingdom up and then slams his back into the steel ramp.
Greyson: Now a slam into the ramp!
Frankie: Maybe Kingdom just can’t hang with young guys the likes of Holt.
Sparkles: He won’t now that his spine collided with the steel.
The impact of Kingdom’s body against the steel reverberates all through his every limb. Holt keeps applying the pressure, pulling his adversary into the ring where further brutality will be inflicted. Holt sits Kingdom up on the canvas and then places him in the oh so dreaded seated abdominal stretch.
Greyson: Back into the submission.
Sparkles: Holt showing his expertise at wearing his opponent down.
Not only is the abdominal stretch locked in but it puts Kingdom in a position where his ribs are entirely exposed to the multiple punches they are subjected to. Holt then simply embeds his knuckles against Kingdom’s ribcage and begins to twist his fist back and forth. He grinds the point of his knuckles directly between the ribs of his adversary. Kingdom calls out in pain as his opponent’s fist digs deeper and deeper into his body. Holt stops using his fist and now puts his head into it. He drives his skull right into Kingdom’s temple. The submission is broken and so might be Kingdom’s orbital socket. He falls to the canvas while Holt embeds his knee into the Team Leader’s spine, takes him by the knee and by the wrist then puts him in a modified bow and arrow stretch. Johnny lies on his side while Holt kneels behind him, putting his knee deep into the kidneys of his opponent.
Sparkles: Holt such a student of the game. He knows every submission and he knows just when to use them to hurt his opponent the most.
As shockwaves of pain course through Kingdom’s body he begins to inch his way up from the canvas. This won’t do for Holt who pulls his knee away from his rival’s spine only to swing it back into the Team Leader’s kidneys. Johnny falls to his stomach and Holt runs into the cables beside him, ricocheting off before flipping forward into a senton bomb. He comes down right on top of Kingdom’s kidneys, crushing them under his weight. Holt then sits at Kingdom’s side, smirking with so much pride. He is immensely enjoying himself as he inflicts such punishment on the Team Leader.
Holt slips in behind Kingdom and takes him by the arms, trying to apply another seated abdominal stretch. Though this time Kingdom fights back and keeps from getting himself trapped in this submission, he delivers elbow after elbow to the side of Holt’s head. Ricky’s response is to pop up to his feet and hit a swift kick right across Kingdom’s cheek, shutting him down before he can even get any offense going. Kingdom rolls to his stomach while Holt bolts into the ropes beside him. He climbs up to the middle cable and then comes leaping off with his fist aimed at his opponent’s forehead. All five of his knuckles collide with….the CANVAS. Kingdom rolls out of the way and causes Holt’s fist to fly past him before smashing the ring.
The impact with the ring has Holt’s knuckles swelling. He tries to shake off the impact with the squared circle in order to deliver another impact, this one via his elbow. He catches Kingdom coming in with an elbow upside his face, the shot knocking him off of his feet and to the canvas. His throat falls across the middle rope and Kingdom’s placement is going to be his detriment. Holt comes rushing in behind the Team Leader and leaps at the back of his head, attempting to land seat first across Johnny’s neck.
Holt lands, but it’s not on Kingdom’s neck.
Johnny drops down out of the way just in time, causing Holt to go flying right past him, flying right through the ropes feet first and crashing into the floor. Holt’s back hits the ground, sending waves of pain shooting throughout his spine. Nevertheless he hurries to his feet, climbs to the apron and then grabs the top rope, leaping over into a hot shot senton aimed at the still laying Kingdom.
Holt hits….THE CANVAS.
Kingdom rolls out of the way and Ricky goes flying right past him, back smacking the canvas. His fist, his lower back and now his upper back have all taken trauma after missing dives on Kingdom, the very same Kingdom who now crushes Holt’s throat. Johnny barrels into a clothesline on his adversary’s throat, taking him down to the canvas. Holt rolls across the ring and returns to his feet just as Kingdom dashes into another clothesline, the impact RETURNS Holt to the canvas. In an act of self-preservation and to keep Kingdom from building momentum, Holt skips town. He hightails it from the ring where he tries to regain his faculties. Kingdom is coming right after him, grabbing the top rope and pulling himself over into a high flying crossbody. All of Johnny’s weight is hurdled into Holt’s chest, taking both men down to the ground.
Greyson: Kingdom putting it all out there against Holt.
Sparkles: He’s starting to pick up the momentum, which proves incredibly dangerous.
The wind has been taken out of Holt’s sails and knocked from his body. The moment he stands up he gets cracked in the jaw with a right hand then clobbered across the chest with a knife edge chop. Kingdom has Holt on his heels, backing up straight into the steel turnbuckle bolt. He leans against for support while his adversary races in with a knock-out punch. Holt won’t be losing consciousness any time soon, ducking his head and causing Kingdom to go staggering past him into the turnbuckle post. Kingdom ends up swinging around with his back stopping against the turnbuckle, and his chest about to be crushed via a big splash.
Holt throws himself into his adversary….no…into the POST.
A resilient Kingdom sidesteps Holt and causes him to go flying past him, face smashing the turnbuckle.
Sparkles: OOOH, I think Holt just rung his bell.
Holt’s face caves in around the post that he goes staggering back from. He ends up walking right into Kingdom’s shoulder, who heaves Holt into a back drop suplex. Amazingly Holt still has the presence of mind to reverse the move, floating over and landing on his feet right behind his opponent’s back.
Kingdom spins around just as Holt lunges at him with a spear….into the POST.
The lightning fast reflexes of the Team Leader allows him to leap frog Holt, who goes flying under him and colliding shoulder first with the steel turnbuckle. As Holt grabs at his arm he seeks sanctuary inside of the ring, rolling in in an effort to evade his opponent. Just as he gets to his feet he finds his waist engulfed in the arms of Kingdom as he’s lifted into a back drop driver. Holt lands on top of his head, almost cracking his neck on impact. Kingdom crawls into the cover.
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A stunned Holt pops his shoulder up from the ring, and soon the rest of his body is rising from the canvas. He stands just as Kingdom catches him around the waist then gives him a second back drop driver. The back of Holt’s head tolerates much of the burden of the impact.
Sparkles: Holt wanted a REAL wrestler, well that REAL wrestler just gave Holt a REAL dump on top of his head.
Holt gets back up to his feet with the turnbuckle propping his legs beneath him. That’s when Kingdom comes racing in and crushes his throat via the lariat. Kingdom then backs away from Holt and gets another running start behind a second clothesline. Kingdom runs to the middle of the ring and then runs right back in with a THIRD lariat. Holt rolls out of the ring and to the apron where it will be the ropes that help him up to his feet this time. The moment that Holt stands he finds out that Kingdom has climbed up to the turnbuckle in front of him with some very dangerous intentions. Kingdom looks out over the crowd, summons some courage and then leaps from the top rope into a double axehandle smash across his opponent’s brow.
Holt falls to his back across the apron while Johnny lands on his feet, still putting himself in the dominant position. He grabs Holt’s legs, tucks them under his armpits and readies to catapult him from the apron and into the exposed turnbuckle post. It doesn’t matter how banged up Holt is, he’s not about to let himself fall victim to another encounter with the turnbuckle. Instead it’s Kingdom who is launched into the post, Holt kicking him off and sending him staggering back across the apron. Kingdom bounces off the post and then goes stumbling towards his opponent….scratch that…Kingdom is RUNNING right into Holt and smashing him in the throat with the clothesline.
Greyson: Holt has really lit the fuse on Kingdom.
The clothesline has sent Holt spiraling to the arena floor. However, Kingdom is still on the apron and is now stepping through the ropes. He sits on the middle cable and is about to slide completely through it only to find this simple process complicated. Kingdom’s head is caught, caught right in Holt’s clutches before he’s dragged down with the back of his neck and skull slamming against the apron thanks to the reverse DDT. Holt drops from the apron while planting Kingdom’s head against it.
Greyson: Kingdom dragged down out of those ropes into the most sickening reverse DDT I’ve ever seen.
Sparkles: The back of his neck just took ALL that impact.
Frankie: Let’s just hope that ole’ man Kingdom’s bones aren’t as brittle as they should be.
Somehow Kingdom starts to get up when back in the ring, putting himself in perfect position for his adversary’s next maneuver. Holt lifts Johnny into a pumphandle….a pumphandle NECK-BREAKER. The back of Kingdom’s head is dragged down right into Holt’s kneecap.
Sparkles: OOOH, another devastating landing across Holt’s knee.
After bouncing from Holt’s knee the legendary Team Leader finds himself looking less like an icon and more like a victim. Now he’ll be the victim of a loss. Kingdom is pulled down to his back and Holt drapes himself across his rival’s chest. As added insult Holt grinds his forearm across the face of his pinned prey.
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Not even the reverse DDT on the apron and the pumphandle neck-breaker are enough to defeat Kingdom. He’s pulled up to his seat and then the back of his head is devastated via a dropkick. Kingdom cringes as he clutches at his neck, though he’s not the only grabbing at it. Holt places Kingdom in a dragon sleeper and then utilizes the hold to bridge his opponent up to his feet. He then hits a reverse DDT that plants the back of Kingdom’s head right into Holt’s raised knee. The reverse DDT/neck-breaker combination has Kingdom languishing but not yet finished off. Holt is about to put the finishing touches on his opponent, maintaining the dragon sleeper hold even after that last lethal maneuver and using the submission to pull his opponent back to his feet. Holt then swings Johnny around so that he’s on his feet and staggering back and forth, trying to get his footing.
Holt looks to take advantage of his disorientated adversary, running into the ropes in front of Kingdom ricocheting from them and then leaping into a clothesline….a clothesline into nothing but thin air. Holt is confused when he dashes into the vacant space where Kingdom USED to be standing. He has no idea that Johnny ran right along behind him into the very ropes that he had just ricocheted off of. Holt doesn’t realize that until he turns around and receives a throat exploding clothesline from the Team Leader. The impact is so stiff it sends Holt flipping totally over backwards and has even taken Kingdom off of his feet.
Greyson: CLOTHESLINE FROM THE DEEPEST DEPTHS OF HELL!!
Sparkles: Holy fudge what a lariat.
Although it took the last vestige of his strength to hit the clothesline Kingdom taps into his reserves to crawl into the cover.
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Holt can barely breath but he can get his shoulder up.
Greyson: But Holt STILL kicks out.
Sparkles: Sparkles thinks Holt is getting what he wanted out of this match.
Greyson: Well I think he’s getting a lot more than he bargained for out of Kingdom tonight.
Every muscle on Kingdom’s body feels strained as he grabs his elbow pad and begins to slide it off. The pad will make one fan a great souvenir as Kingdom tosses it into the crowd. He exposes his bicep in order to deliver a stiffer clothesline this time. He runs into the ropes, ricochets from them and builds momentum into a decapitation clothesline that hits NOTHING. Kingdom is surprised as he swings his arm into the vacant space where Holt WAS standing.
Johnny has no idea that Holt followed him into the ropes that he just bounced off. It isn’t until Kingdom turns around that he realizes this, because Holt is leaping into him and hitting a sling-blade. The back of Kingdom’s head collides with the canvas and the impact leads to his shoulders being pinned to the ring.
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The little energy Kingdom has left is put into getting his shoulder up. There’s a smile on Holt’s face as he works his way up to his feet and shouts to the fans.
Holt: Take notes…this is REAL wrestling.
Holt pulls Kingdom along to his knees and cracks him upside the face with one, two, three, four lethal forearm strikes. He then steps back and whips around into a kick aimed at Kingdom’s head…a kick that MISSES.
Johnny ducks down out of the way, causing Holt’s boot to go flying past his skull. Holt is then shoved from behind, sending him charging into the cables. When he ricochets from the ropes he finds himself charging into Kingdom’s neck breaking clothesline. The lariat hits with such force that it damn near separates Holt’s head from his shoulders. His throat is absolutely crushed and he is now prime pickings for Kingdom, unfortunately Johnny is a little too beleaguered at the moment to follow up his clothesline. He can only crawl and crawl on instinct towards the ropes, dragging himself up with the aid of the corner. At the same time Holt is inching his way from the ring to his knees.
That’s about as far as Kingdom is willingly to let him get before nailing him with a forearm, followed by a spinning back fist, followed by the shining wizard. Kingdom leaps back into the ropes and gets a running start before lunging into the concussing shining wizard, a move that Holt has scouted. He reaches out and catches the insides of Kingdom’s thighs, throwing him over his head. Holt thinks that he’s thrown Kingdom into a back drop, but in actuality it’s not Kingdom’s back he’s dropping onto it, it’s his feet. Holt realizes this when he turns around and finds himself on the receiving end of a Pele Kick.
Even after taking the Pele Kick Holt remains balanced, yet teetering between his feet. All the while Kingdom is charging towards him to take advantage of his disorientated foe. He is just about to knock Holt out or so it would seem. Instead of Holt going down, he leaps up, delivering a devastating enzugari to the back of his opponents head. The stiff shot has Kingdom’s eyes rolling to the back of his head and drool pouring from the pockets his mouth. Holt leaves Kingdom more than just a slobbering mess, charging in with a knee strike that will leave him comatose. Just as Holt prepares to put his rival in a condition similar to Mason Storm in Hard to Kill, he finds himself caught in mid-air. He is sent flipping over into not just the t-bone suplex, but a t-bone suplex into the TURNBUCKLE.
Greyson: GAH!
Sparkles: That was one sick suplex!
Frankie: These guys just beating the absolute piss out of one another.
Greyson: And neither one can get the definitive advantage.
Sparkles: At least not up until that last suplex.
A suplex Kingdom is following up with the pin. He drags Holt out of the corner and then drops across his chest, the pinfall coming.
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The Manhattan Center is crying out in surprise when Holt flings his shoulder up from the canvas. The depleted Kingdom uses up what little he has left in the tank in order to smack Holt in the forehead with a punt kick. This shot pops Holt up to his knees and puts him in perfect position for the front facelock, a precursor to the Exodus Finale.
Greyson: Here it comes!
Kingdom starts to lift Holt into the brainbuster DDT, however, Holt blocks the move at the very last possible second. He shoves Kingdom back and as a result the Team Leader bounces right off the referee, sending the striped shirt careening to the floor. Holt’s not going down, he’s going OUT. He drops out of the front chancery then out of the ring, fetching something from beneath it. The fans are irate at the sight of a kendo stick ending up in Holt’s hands then ending up in the ring and ultimately about to end up introduced to Kingdom’s brow.
Greyson: Holt about use a kendo stick on Kingdom!
Sparkles: Is this what REAL wresting is?
Frankie: I see nothing wrong with this.
Greyson: You see nothing wrong with anything.
The kendo stick is about to be employed only to have Kingdom put the kibosh on these plans. He side steps Holt and the attempted blow from the foreign object. He then puts his hands to Holt’s back and shoves him along into the turnbuckle, the one where a steel bolt has been exposed. For the second time in this match Holt’s face bounces back off the bolt and he stumbles back into Kingdom. The second that Kingdom makes contact with Holt he flings the kendo stick in his hands back over his shoulder, slapping it straight into his opponent’s brow.
Greyson: Kendo stick upside the head!
Sparkles: And Holt’s face nailing the turnbuckle bolt!
Frankie: And look at how they fell.
Both athletes take a tumble, landing side by side with their arms splayed over top of one another’s chests. The referee slowly regains his consciousness, seeing the stereo pins and slapping the canvas with both hands.
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Both of his hands slap the canvas simultaneously.
Greyson: HOLD UP!
Sparkles: Did the referee? Did the referee just count both men’s shoulders down to the canvas?
Frankie: Someone, anyone, other than Lovejoy, explain to me what gives here.
The reaction is about as harsh as wiping your backside with a belt sander. The fans just can’t accept that this match ended in this fashion, with Kingdom and Holt obtaining simultaneous pin-falls. The still dazed referee signals for the bell to signify that this one is at an end.
Greyson: Oh coooomme ooooon!
Sparkles: It looks like Holt and Kingdom have both won this match.
Frankie: Bullshit. This isn’t a pre-school competition where everyone gets a ribbon so they don’t feel butt-hurt.
Greyson: After Holt bounces off that turnbuckle bolt and Kingdom was smacked in the head with the kendo stick neither man was able to kick out.
Sparkles: Neither man realized that they landed with their arms on top of one another.
The ropes are used to help Kingdom and to help Holt back to their feet, the two still weak in their knees and looking every bit confused. Their even further bewildered when the referee takes Kingdom’s wrist, raising it aloft in victory, then does the exact same thing with Holt’s arm. At the exact same time Holt and Kingdom rip their arms out of the referee’s hands. Neither man accepts this double edged sword they’ve just been handed.
Greyson: These two not taking what’s happened here very well.
Frankie: Can’t say I blame them, even though they both technically walk out of here winners.
In spite of everything that went down in this match coupled with the way it just ended, Holt extends his hand to Kingdom.
Greyson: Are you serious?
Holt is actually looking to finish this match the way he tried to start it, via a sportsmanlike handshake. Kingdom looks down into the extended hand, refusing to accept the gesture that is being made. Instead Kingdom responds with a gesture all his own, a middle finger. He raises it straight up in Holt’s face before he leaves the ring. As Kingdom walks away Holt watches him leave, wearing not an expression of anger, but a smile.
Greyson: Kingdom not buying Holt’s act and he just told him what he could do with that handshake.
Frankie: What a class act Kingdom is, huh?
Holt continues to smile as he watches an exhausted Kingdom turn his back on him and walk away.
It’s time to get your freak on.
Cameras have caught none other than Mya Denton making her way down a corridor. The hall is filled with multiple voices, but they are all coming from the same source, and that source is the particularly crazed looking Denton.
Mya: I told you this would happen.
Mya’s demeanor drastically changes, as does the cadence of her voice, now looking far more sheepish.
Mya: Shut up….Shut up…..
Again her expression and her voice change at the drop of a dime. A smile comes back to her face and the shadows around her eyes deepen.
Mya: You NEED to let me take over.
She begins to shake her head while slapping her palms upside her temples, fighting back this voice that is tormenting her. As Mya walks on the camera looks over her shoulder where two figures are situated behind her but at a distance. Rachel Tatum Lee wears the NHB Title AND a smile, taking great satisfaction in this visual of Mya in such frustration. Stood at Rachel’s hip is Aaron Harrison, his face shadowed by the hood attached to his trench-coat, his eyes peering out from beneath his shroud in order to watch Mya and watch her closely.
Harrison: She’s losing it.
Rachel: No sugar….she’s finding herself.
Harrison: Is THIS what she wanted?
Rachel: No….THIS is wat she NEEDS.
Oh great, it’s Desmond Drake AGAIN.
The diminutive douche is cautiously navigating the corridors of the Manhattan Center, peeking over his shoulder in search of anyone who would dare snatch the Queen of Wrestling Championship from his tight grip. The belt is flung over one of his shoulders, as he scurries down the hall that ends at the double doors marked ‘EXIT.’ He takes one last nervous look around before making his departure from the arena, with belt in hand.
Greyson: This is downright pathetic. Desmond Drake is fleeing from the Manhattan Center with the Queen of Wrestling Championship.
Frankie: He’s doing the right thing, actually, he’s doing exactly what Silas Mason would do.
Greyson: By trying to give that belt to Flash Silver earlier tonight?
Sparkles: Yeah, and Flash can’t be the Queen of the Ring Champion considering he’s got that PENIS thingy.
Tay: What do you want?
Protestors: TAY!
Tay: When do you want her?
Protestors: EVERYDAY!
A Taylor Chase led protest continues just outside the entrance to the Manhattan Center, boycotters walking in concentric circles repeating the lines fed to them by the Monarchy member. As their voices carry through the night and their picket signs wave overheard the camera rears back from the monitor that is showing this protest still in full swing. The flat-screen TV that showcases this Monarchy led rebellion is situated on top of a table present within the office of Karen McBride. Eventually the camera finds its way to the Principle Owner, who is seated on the edge of her desk holding a bag of ice to the welt on her forehead. She does not look in the slightest bit pleased by the footage that she’s seeing.
Sparkles: The Boss ain’t happy.
Greyson: All night long we’ve seen Monarchy protesting the End of the Year Special, and all because they want Taylor Chase’s match against Katelyn Buehler to be for the championship this evening.
Frankie: And why isn’t it for the title? I’ll tell you why, it’s because this company has been determined to destroy Tay’s legacy. She’s a former THREE time World Champion for Christ sakes and yet they’re doing everything in their power to degrade her. At this same event last year, Taylor SAVED this company and now they reward her tonight by refusing her a title opp…..
Greyson: Frankie, are you reading from cue cards? Were those written by Taylor Chase?
Frankie: Shhhh…The cards still smell like Tay-Tay.
Borislav: Vy suka!
Blood rolls down the flaming hot flesh of Borislav. For the first time since his arrival in the IWC the fans can see Borislav so mad that he’s trembling. The bare-footed brute stomps and stomps with enough force to crack the steel ramp beneath him as he heads for the squared circle. If the visual of Borislav weren’t menacing enough he’s also clasping hold of a tool that he has weaponized in recent weeks, a pipe wrench.
Greyson: Borislav headed down the ramp….
Sparkles: A bloodied Borislav.
Greyson: That’s right, we saw him being maliciously assaulted by Cindy Todd earlier this evening, his FORMER Queen. I think it’s safe to assume that he’s out here with retaliation on his mind.
Frankie: When are people finally going to learn to stop messing with Cindy? Borislav should be thankful that she let him off easy.
Greyson: Easy? He’s got a huge gash in his face and who knows how much blood he’s lost.
Frankie: That’s Cindy being merciful.
Sparkles: Sparkles doesn’t think that the blood coming out of Borislav’s head is the worst of his injuries. Look at his chest…
Greyson: Uhhh, is that a message that’s been sliced into Borislav’s skin?
The brawny Borislav turns his rage to the steel steps, slamming his wrench against them multiple times. The steel is almost crushed beneath these forceful blows. With each swing of the weapon more blood flies off of Borislav’s skull and from the gashes in his chest, gashes that form a message that reads…
”Mika, 1-2, Cindy is coming for you.”
Greyson: It looks like Cindy is using Borislav as one big billboard.
Sparkles: Gross.
Frankie: She’s using him to send a message to Mika Kozlov. Cindy wants her former New Eden follower to know that she’s coming to take her back.
Borislav will not be used as letter, intent on doing something about the carvings in his chest.
Borislav: Poluchit’ zdes’ Sindi.
The fiery eyed Borislav glares up the ramp as he issues this challenge in his native tongue.
Frankie: What the heck is Borislav saying? Is he asking for my autograph?
Sparkles: Luckily Sparkles is bi-lingual, I’m fluent in Russian. So Sparkles thinks that Borislav is calling Cindy Todd out for a fight.
Frankie: Dumbass.
Borislav begins to swing the wrench into the turnbuckle post, putting massive dents in the steel. At last he drops the pipe wrench and picks up the stairs, throwing them as far as he possibly can up the ramp. The sound of steel thumping against steel echoes throughout the arena. However, the volume of Borislav’s growls are far louder than his destruction of the ringside area. Unfortunately it’s not just inanimate objects that Borislav victimizes. A camera-man regrets putting himself in the trenches when he finds himself on the receiving end of a jumping side kick. Borislav’s boot flies past the camera and into a young man’s chin.
Greyson: Borislav just kicked a damn camera-man.
Sparkles: He has absolutely snapped.
Frankie: So did that camera-man’s neck.
The snarling Borislav is not content, not content at all. Nothing will satisfy his wanton need for violence until he gets his hands on Todd. He walks up the ramp fuming, his breaths almost visible clouds of smoke shooting out of his nostrils. Yet all focus is on his chest which continues to show the chilling message sent by Cindy Todd.
What a tumultuous night it’s been for Marina Valdivia.
At the moment she’s standing in the interview area dwelling on her multiple run ins with New Eden. Stood beside her is interviewer Mark Comeau who will provide her a platform in which to release her tensions.
Comeau: It’s been quite the evening here at the End of the Year Special to say the least, in particular for my guest at this moment, Marina Valdivia.
Marina tries her best to conjure up a pleasant grin.
Comeau: Marina, you’ve already endured quite a bit of chaos throughout the night, but nothing will compare to the chaos you endure as part of the CARTEL CHAOS match you’re still scheduled to compete in against Serenity….
Marina composes herself before just letting out the string of obscenities that want to go flying through her lips
Marina: Six months ago I scored the biggest victory of my IWC career when I pinned then World Champion Serenity. That win was supposed to be the catalyst for the biggest year of my career. But you know what Mark, it wasn’t. Because that victory was the start of the DARKEST and the BLOODIEST year of my career. Every night since I pinned Serenity, she’s sought to cripple me. Riot after Riot, pay-per-view after pay-per-view, I’ve found myself left a bloodied wreck. I’ve had barbwire rip my skin. I’ve had pipe wrenches nearly break my bones. I’ve had plastic bags just about suffocate the life out of me. But you know what the craziest thing is about all of that Mark, the fact that I just keep coming back for more.
A smile cuts across Marina’s face.
Marina: Serenity’s bloodlust, it’s infectious. But I’ve had enough of it being my blood that’s spilt, tonight I’m going to…..
Before even one more word can come from Marina she’s nailed over the upper back with a forceful forearm strike. The shot sends Marina collapsing to the floor, instinctively rolling over so that she can look up at her attacker. Instead of seeing Serenity’s face, she sees the huge needle in the palm of the
New Eden’s member hand. It comes swooping down towards Marina’s face, Serenity determined to plunge it deep into her rival’s skull.
Serenity: I’m bored, Marina! Let’s get the fun started NOW!
The sadistic Serenity goes on trying to stab Marina right in the eye with the needle, one that is hooked up to an IV tube with a blood bag at the end. Although initially taken from her feet by this psychopath’s assault, Marina manages to get hands up and around Serenity’s wrists. She puts all her strength into keeping the needle from piercing her skin. Serenity has both her hands wrapped around the syringe, pushing down on it with every bit of muscle she can put into it, smiling diabolically throughout the whole process. Thankfully some stagehands get involved, refusing to watch this happen. It takes all of their combined power to force Serenity and the needle she had such deadly designs on, away from the face of her target.
Neither Serenity nor Marina are separated for very long.
Marina spends no time expressing gratitude to those who spared her a perforated eye. The second she’s off of her back she’s trying to push her way through the stagehands in order to ram her fists down Serenity’s throat. Fortunately the crewmembers prove far tougher than they look, managing to keep Serenity and Marina apart, but they won’t be on hand later that evening to keep either of these ladies separated.
The show goes back to the parking lot where Desmond Drake is headed for his car and headed there as quickly as short legs can carry him. He keeps an eye out for anyone who would DARE to take the Queen of Wrestling Championship from him, clutching the belt tight to his chest. He is so focused on looking for the threats that could be following him that he doesn’t see the danger he’s walking right into. Upon reaching his car Desmond nearly trips over a body. Drake gets his balance, physically. He is taken aback at the visual of Flash Silver, Franz and Froderick splayed across the ground in front of him. Their bodies form a halo around his car, but it’s not his car anymore. And the Queen of Wrestling title over his shoulder is not his belt either.
Drake hurries through the ring of casualties and towards the backdoor of his Mercedes only to come to a dead (hopefully not literally) stop. His eyes widen and his breaths quicken at the sight of the window rolling down to reveal the face of none other than Selena Frost.
Selena: You’ve got something that belongs to me, short stuff.
The plus sized head of Drake isn’t the only part of his body shaking as he backs away from the car.
Drake: No…(clutches the Queen of Wrestling Title tighter)…you’ll never….
The tiny suit wrapped around his body is caught from behind. Drake is petrified upon realizing that Selena’s beloved Deanna Springs has hold of him and is leading him around towards the trunk of his own car. It pops open and before Drake can even get out a squeal he’s being thrown inside by Deanna. The belt falls out of his hands, which are too busy trying to block the trunk lid closing to care about the strap. A helpless Drake finds himself a captive within the trunk of his own car. The sunroof then opens and Selena exits. Once on the hood of the car Selena is tossed the Queen of Wrestling Championship and the celebration she was denied earlier is now enjoyed.
Selena: BELIEVE! BELIEVE! BELIEVE!
She utters these words while repeatedly thrusting her belt high overhead. Deanna stands on the ground beside the car that Selena is chanting on top of. She echoes the very words booming from the Queen of Wrestling Champion’s throat.
Deanna & Selena: BELIEVE! BELIEVE! BELIEVE! BELIEVE!
The images of Selena Frost celebrating her Queen of Wrestling Championship victory play out across a small monitor. This time the television is not set up inside of the Principle Owner’s office but in a backstage area currently occupied by Monarchy member Trinity Street. At the moment the dangerous and diabolical Trinity is crossing her arms and staring rather cynically at the crate mounted television. Obviously she does not enjoy the spectacle of Selena celebrating with the Queen of Wrestling Title.
Trinity: Oh, I believe….
A truly sardonic smile graces Trinity’s cheeks.
At the moment Eric O’Flaherty looks like a chimney, so much smoke shooting out of his nostrils and mouth. He puffs on his cigarette and casually sits down beside his client Ricky Holt, who is still glistening with sweat after his physical bout moments earlier. While Eric inhales his cigarette Holt unlaces his wrestling boots, tossing them across the room.
Eric: So did Johnny give you what you wanted?
Holt chuckles as he starts to remove his knee-pad.
Holt: Looks like Kingdom’s legacy is all window dressing. He’s not a REAL wrestler. He’s not a REAL man. But soon, very soon, we’ll introduce him and everyone else to a REAL wrestler. 2016 will be the year of….the Terror.
Protestors: What do we want? TAY! When do we want her? EVERYDAY!
If you thought that the Monarchy led protest would be contained to the parking lot, keep dreamin’ junior.
A long procession of protestors make their way through the curtains, to the stage, and then march single file down the ramp. Their picket signs are thrust high overhead, each one sporting a different Taylor Chase slogan. If that wasn’t enough to prove their undying loyalty to Chase, then how about the nifty Monarchy brand jerseys each one of them currently sports?
Greyson: What the hell is this hot garbage?
Sparkles: That protest that’s been going on outside all night long has trickled into the arena.
Frankie: Was only a matter of time guys…..
Greyson: Frankie, you can’t condone Monarchy hijacking our show just to express their grievances about Taylor Chase not getting a World Title shot tonight.
Frankie: The hell I can’t. Tay is not only Monarchy’s bread and butter here in the IWC, but she’s this federations entrée, it’s main course, and it’s desert. Each of us, every single last one of us, should be supporting her protest. And you know what, that’s just what I’m gonna do.
Greyson: Frankie, what the heck….SIT DOWN!
Frankie: NO, Monarchy will have a voice, and I will be that voice. WHAT DO WE WANT? TAY!!
Cameras cut to the announce table where Frankie is stood and ripping away his leather jacket to reveal the Monarchy t-shirt he was wearing beneath. He then reaches under the table and pulls out a picket sign that reads “TAY ALL THE WAY!”
Frankie: WHEN DO WE WANT HER? EVERYDAY!
To the disgust of his fellow commentators Frankie vacates the announce table and joins the gang of protestors who have gathered at the base of the ramp.
Sparkles: How come Frankie didn’t bring Sparkles along to protest with him?
Greyson: I think there’s enough Tay and Monarchy kiss asses out here already Sparkles.
Sparkles: But no one kisses ass like Sparkles kisses ass.
Greyson: This is ridiculous. Monarchy have been boycotting this show all night long on the basis that Taylor Chase is not receiving a World Title shot against Katelyn Buehler. It was bad enough that they were protesting outside of the arena but now they’ve brought their loud mouths to ringside.
Loud mouths weren’t the only thing that the protestors brought to the ring. Chains are now removed from several gym bags a number of the rabble rousers dragged out with them. One end of the chain is wrapped around a ring-post, then the other is bound about the parallel post. The steel links are extended across the waists of the protestors, chaining themselves to the ring.
Sparkles: Are they…..?
Greyson: Oooooh God.
Sparkles: They’re chaining themselves to the ring.
The protestors go on chanting their grievances. Eventually it takes the lyrics of Taylor Chase’s theme music to drown out their impassioned cries. The ring leader of this whole debacle emerges from the entry way and heads for the squared circle bedecked in her wrestling gear and her Monarchy brand t-shirt. In response to the heckles of the fans Tay merely throws up ‘talk to the hand’ taunt. She then gives a high five to a number of her protestors before stopping in front of Frankie Paradise. He wants more than a five, evident by his puckered lips. Tay cringes before ignoring Frankie and making her way up the stairs and into the squared circle.
Greyson: And there’s the woman responsible for all of this.
Sparkles: Taylor Chase slated to take on our World Champion this evening, but she has been very vocally outspoken against the fact that this match will be non-title.
Greyson: Here’s the thing, Mika Kozlov is the number one contender for the World Title, she won a friggin tournament to EARN the right to face Katelyn for the title.
Sparkles: Yeah, but who’s to say Tay wouldn’t have won the tournament if she had been allowed to participate in it? She does have a few legitimate gripes.
And gripe she shall do. A microphone is in her hand and Tay is about to remind the fans just how outspoken she can be.
Taylor: SING IT!
She shouts her orders at the protestors, who join in a chorus of chants.
Protestors: What do we want? TAY!
Taylor: Thaaaaaaat’s riiiiight. You hear them? Huh? You hear them IWC?
Tay cups her ear and leans towards the protestors in a Hulk Hogan-esque fashion….without the racism.
Taylor: The people, the world, the UNIVERSE are clamoring….no…BEGGING for TAY! Begging for MOI! Me…Miss Must-See. The three time-THREEEEEE TIME World Champion of the world! But what they really-really-REALLY want, what these little boys and girls have put at the top of their letters to Santa, is to see their hero become a FOUR TIME Champ-E-ON!
Greyson: This woman is downright delusional.
Sparkles: What do we want? Ta….
Greyson: Don’t you even join the bandwagon.
Taylor: And my fans around the world will not settle for anything less than seeing me emerge from my match against High as a Kite Kate without the title hugging these abs. That’s why my storm troopers have chained themselves to the ring in protest. They have bonded together in an effort to see that I FINALLY get what’s rightfully mine, a fourth reign as champion. They will not budge from ringside and will not allow this show to continue until Karen McBride brings her Crypt Keeper face out here and gives me what I’m owed.
Greyson: This is….
Sparkles: What we do want? TAY….
Greyson: I said stop that.
Tay paces while her protestors remain fastened together by a chain at ringside.
Taylor: So Karen, if you want your first show as Principle Owner to go on then you’ll actually use those two remaining brain-cells floating around in your head to…..
As shocking as this is going to sound, Tay actually shuts up! And for good reason. Her sentence trails off as a jarring visual infests her eyes, the image of World Champion Katelyn Buehler walking out from the backstage area. It’s not just the sight of Katelyn, the sight of her leather jacket, the sight of the title around her waist, that has Tay so focused on the woman headed down the ramp, but also the sight of the huge hose being dragged along in the hands of her rival.
Sparkles: It’s our champ, Lovejoy.
Greyson: I know that Sparkles, but what I don’t know is why Katelyn Buehler is carrying that fireman’s hose with her.
Sparkles: Fireman’s hose? But Tay told Sparkles that Katelyn was more into sailors….
Greyson: NOT that kind of hose.
Tay doesn’t care for this interruption, especially from her most bitter rival.
Taylor: Uhhhh exxxxcuuuse me, I was kinda in the middle of something here, Kate. So why don’t you take all that cottage cheese in your thighs to the backstage area. I mean, the fans might find it hard to see me after looking directly into your skin for more than a minute.
Not a single word is uttered by the World Champion, who merely smiles towards the woman who has done absolutely everything in her power to degrade her over the past several months, doing so even now by mocking her pale skin. The huge hose that is held in Katelyn’s hands and leads towards the backstage area is slowly raised, being turned to the ring.
Taylor: Here’s an idea Kate, why don’t you go back to protecting the Da Vinci Code and fighting Tom Hanks instead of interrupting me? Isn’t it bad enough that you’re hiding behind the edict of the Principle Owner to save your World Championship? Do you really have to make me look at your face too?
An angrier and angrier Taylor begins to storm around the ring.
Taylor: You know what….(shouts at the protestors chained together at ringside)…in case Katelyn didn’t hear you before, how about you let her know what you really want? And FYI Katie, they don’t want YOU as champion.
Protestors: What do we want?
A smiling Katelyn puts the hose she’s carrying into position.
Katelyn: A bath.
The lever on the spout of the hose is pulled and water comes bursting out. The protestors stop chanting and start screaming when the water hits them with enough force to knock them from their feet and to the floor. Katelyn laughs as she turns the hose from one protestors to another, the water she douses them with hitting with enough pressure to tear the Monarchy jersey off one of their backs.
Greyson: Katelyn turning the water hose on these protestors!
Sparkles: That’s how you break up a rally.
One unfortunate protestor gets a sustained spraying from the hose, rolling around on the floor and trying to cover up from the spray of H20 that they are being drowned in.
Greyson: Get ‘em Katelyn, get ‘em!
Sparkles: She’s spraying them down fierce.
The hose is shut off when Katelyn sees an enraged Taylor running up the ramp to avenge her fallen ‘fans.’ Kate drops the hose but throws up her defenses, blocking the punch that Tay tried to catch her upside the head with. The Champion hits a boot to Tay’s gut and then cracks her in the temple with a left hand.
Greyson: And it looks like we’re underway here, Katelyn Buehler and Taylor Chaser in the grudge match we’ve all been dying to see for months.
Sparkles: Months, how about YEARS.
KATELYN BUEHLER VS. TAYLOR CHASE
The crowd couldn’t possibly be any more excited as they are right now when seeing these two bitter rivals finally battling it out. To the delight of the masses Katelyn and Taylor are finally coming to blows after months and months of deep seated resentment and highly personal attacks. This exchange of punches come to an end when Tay goes low, kicking her rival to the stomach. She then drags Katelyn along into the barricade, smacking her jaw against it. Tay isn’t through introducing Kate’s face to various areas around the ring. She pulls the World Champion’s skull towards the ring post and bounces her head off it as well.
Sparkles: Tay just opening up on Katelyn.
Taylor is about to continue this barrage but soon realizes that her opponent is far more resilient than she believed. Katelyn leads an offensive salvo against Tay, hitting her with a bionic elbow across the top of her skull. She then pulls Tay into a headbutt that has the former three time champion staggering back and tripping over one of her water logged fans. Katelyn takes advantage of this, dropping down on top of Tay and beginning to punch her repeatedly in the cheek. Referee Marcus Mayfield has reached the ringside area, his boot splashing the water puddled under his feet and around the bodies of the combatants in the very brawl he’s set to officiate.
Try as Mayfield may there is absolutely nothing that is going to stop Tay and Katelyn from going at it full force before the match can even start.
Greyson: Katelyn just beating the tar out of Taylor before this match can even get started.
Katelyn goes on clobbering Tay in the forehead before the two finally work their way up off the water saturated mats. Tay staggers back from her nemesis, falling against the steel steps and using them for support. She holds herself up just long enough for Katelyn to come racing in and delivering a basement dropkick on her rival’s ribs. Tay is launched off of her feet and sent crashing spine first into the stairs. The steps hold her up in a seated position just long enough for her face to be crushed by the running knee strike. Katelyn puts all of her momentum behind a running knee, one she hits with enough force to break every bone in Taylor’s face.
Katelyn: WHO’S HOUSE IS THIS!?!
Shouts the World Champion to anyone who will listen. Judging by the reaction from the fans every single one of them are hearing what Katelyn is screaming. They give her all the support in the world, cheering each blow that she hits on Taylor. These blows come in the form of stomps, kicking her rival in the chest again and again and again. The heels to Tay’s stomach and sternum have her sliding further and further down the stairs until she is laid across her back across the floor.
Finally Katelyn pulls the woman who has degraded her for months off of the ground and into a scoop slam position. Actually she just elevates Tay high enough to send her crashing down face first onto the stairs. The disorientated Monarchy member rolls into the ring looking so frazzled. Though she’s further flustered when a soaking wet t-shirt is used as a whip across her spine. Katelyn has ripped a Monarchy jersey off of one of the protestors crawling around ringside and now uses it as a weapon. The saturated shirt hits the tattoo on Tay’s lower back with such force that it has the former three time World Champion screaming out in agony.
Katelyn stops using the shirt as a whip and starts using it as a noose.
Tay’s eyes are bulging out of their sockets as she’s strangled by the shirt tugged between her rival’s hands.
Greyson: The last time these two met was back at Reawakening Day of last year where they tore the house down in singles competition…
Sparkles: But right now this is pretty one sided, Katelyn making Taylor Chase pay for double crossing her a few months ago by bashing her in the face with a barbwire bat.
The shirt is at last tossed out of the ring because Katelyn wants to use her own hands to inflict punishment on Taylor. She grabs the bangs of her rival and starts to pull her up from the canvas only to have Tay suddenly lash out with a thumb connecting with the Champion’s eyes. The thumb stays there, nail grinding against Katelyn’s pupil. A screaming Buehler grabs her rival’s wrists, pushing them back and trying to get the claws out of her eyeballs. Finally the referee gets between Tay and Katelyn, pushing the pair away from one another and compelling the fingernails out of the title bearer’s eyes. Although the official intervened he failed to do so in time to provide much reprieve for Katelyn. The damage has already been done, Katelyn is all but blind as she staggers into the ropes and then accidentally falls through them to the apron. As she palms her eyes and works her way to her feet on the apron she’s totally unaware what’s happening in the ring behind her.
Referee Mayfield is warning Taylor, who mocks the official by moving her fingers like they were a flapping mouth. The ref turns away from Tay and goes to check on her opponent only Mayfield proves more detrimental to Katelyn than helpful. Tay puts her boot to the official’s butt and shoves him along right into the ropes that Katelyn is standing on the opposite side of. The impact sends Katelyn flying from the apron, twisting along and landing back first right across the announce table. She slides across the table and lands right on the floor between Sparkles and Greyson Lovejoy.
Greyson: OOOOOH WHOA! OOOH WHOA!
Sparkles: Katelyn almost knocked Sparkles over!
Greyson: Katelyn landing right on top of our announce table.
If the Head Referee wasn’t mad before you better believe he’s downright furious now. He does not take kindly to being used as a weapon, which he makes transparent to Tay. She all but ignores the roars of the referee, stepping past him and out of the ring.
The impact with the announce table has Katelyn in pretty dire condition, all the air knocked clean from her body. In spite of the damage she just withstood Katelyn is crawling around the table and trying to stand back up. She reaches her feet, though it’s not of her own power. Katelyn is pulled along by Taylor and then sent flipping straight into the barricade. Katelyn almost does a headstand as her lower back smacks off the barrier and her body goes down to the ground. Katelyn grimaces in pain while inching her way back up to her feet. Once upright Katelyn is kicked to the gut and then taken right back down via a vicious throw into the ring apron. Yet again Katelyn is sent flipping over with her lower spine smashing against the hardened fringe of the squared circle.
Greyson: How many slams can Katelyn’s anatomy tolerate against everything at ringside?
Sparkles: Maybe Tay will slam Katelyn against you next.
Greyson: She almost did a moment ago when she sent Katelyn flying from ringside right out here into our announce table.
It’s not the announce table that Katelyn is being flung into right now. Instead it’s the ringside mats that Taylor scoop slams Kate against. Tay rolls into the ring and prevents the official from counting her out. The moment that Tay rolls back to ringside her opponent is falling into her clutches and that opponent is sent flying into the steel steps. Katelyn goes tripping over her own feet, causing her to once again slam with her back against the stairs before coming down on top of her head.
The stairs, much like the bones in Katelyn’s spine, are separated. The lower half is now employed by the destructive Taylor, who drags her rival’s arm across the steel. She then leaps into the air and stomps down at Katelyn’s forearm, crushing it between the steel and her boot.
Greyson: Tay honing in on the arm.
Sparkles: Smart-smart-smart move. She knows that Katelyn uses that roaring elbow otherwise known as the KTFO. You take out the arm, you take out Katelyn’s most potent maneuver.
A wailing Katelyn reaches for her arm, which remains extended across the steel steps. Meanwhile Taylor is reaching for something else, picking up one of the picket signs that her supporters brought to ringside. She throws that sign over the ropes and into the ring. The referee sees this foreign object coming into play, snatching it up and throwing it from the squared circle. However, he has no idea that the picket sign was just tossed into the ring in order to distract him. He has no idea that Taylor is picking up yet another picket sign and swinging the wooden board into Katelyn’s shoulder.
Greyson: Damn you, Tay!
The picket sign is thrown aside so that Taylor can make use of another weapon. She grabs hold of the chain that had been employed by her protestors, now utilizing it for a different purpose. The chain is wrapped around Katelyn’s wrist and then the other end is thrown around the ring post. She keeps pulling on that chain in order to drag Katelyn’s arm up and into the air, entirely exposing it for the kicks that Tay is delivering. She keeps holding the chain and as thus holding Katelyn’s arm in the air while repeatedly kicking her in the bicep and the shoulder.
Greyson: Tay is entirely debilitating the World Champion’s arm.
Sparkles: Using everything at her disposal to do so.
Tay would go on decimating her opponent’s arm and using the chain to do so if the referee weren’t presently counting her out. So Tay releases the chain and rolls into the ring, breaking up the official’s ten count. She crawls back towards the chain, part of it draped over the canvas. Tay grabs it, gives it a yank as thus the steel links wrapped around Katelyn’s arm forces her to stand up. She keeps pulling on the chain until Katelyn is dragged into the squared circle. A big tug is given to the chain and as thus Katelyn’s arm is stretched out across the canvas. As a result there is no defense against the leg drop that Taylor hits right across her rival’s bicep. If Katelyn thought that was painful she hasn’t experienced anything just yet. An elbow drop collides right with her shoulder, nearly dislocating it. Taylor remains seated beside her opponent just long enough to drag her arm between her knees, sandwiching it place while also locking her hands under Katelyn’s jaw. A crippler crossface is applied on Katelyn, doing significant damage to the Champion’s neck, but more importantly to her arm.
Sparkles: Tay slowing the tempo a little.
Greyson: And wearing down Katelyn’s shoulder in the process. After the damage that’s been inflicted on it throughout this match this could realistically be the end of this rivalry between these two.
The crossface exerts so much pressure on Kate’s arm and yet it still doesn’t have her submitting. Being a woman who fights through such insurmountable obstacles it’s going to take more than the crossface to end her. She starts to slide herself across the ring and towards the ropes, eventually wrapping her hand around the bottom rope. The referee starts a five count which Tay uses every last bit of before finally releasing her rival. Katelyn continues to use the ropes to pull herself all the way up to her feet. The second she reaches her feet she finds her arm tucked around behind her into the hammerlock. Taylor then delivers forearm after forearm right into the prone bicep of her adversary. She only unfolds Katelyn’s arm in order to use it to drag her into the ropes. Tay wraps Katelyn’s arm around the top cable and now applies a hammerlock with the use of the cable.
As Katelyn’s screams cut through the arena Tay actually mocks her, making fun of her opponent’s expressions of pain. It isn’t until the referee starts a five count that Tay stops poking fun at Katelyn and tormenting her arm with the use of the ropes. A banged up Katelyn has her stomach draped over the ropes, her head hovering above the apron, an apron that Taylor is running across. Her knee is aimed for Katelyn’s face but it gets nowhere close to connecting. The World Champion pulls her head back through the ropes and into the ring to successfully avoid her rival’s knee. Tay’s missed strike causes her to go spinning entirely around, turning back to face the ring just as Katelyn launches herself out of it. In spite of her banged up shoulder Katelyn still drives it straight into Tay’s ribs with a spear. Katelyn dives out of the squared circle, through the ropes and into a spear so forceful that it sends Tay flying back off the apron and into the arena floor. Katelyn comes down right on top of her, bouncing up off of Tay and ending up just as limp as her rival.
Greyson: SPEEEAR! HOLY GOD ABOVE…what…a…SPEAR!
Sparkles: CRUUUSHING Tay right in her ribs and driving her right off that ring apron.
Greyson: I don’t know what was worse, the spear or the fall.
Sparkles: They probably both hurt Tay equally.
The rib breaking spear has got Katelyn out of her rut, but not out of danger. Her arm still feels like it’s hanging by a mere thread and yet she uses it to pull herself not only to the apron but up the nearest turnbuckle as well. Adrenaline is starting to surge, the crowd knows that things are about to get cray-cray-cra-ZAY as Katelyn ebbs ever nearer to the top of the turnbuckle. Down below her at ringside the soaking wet commentator Frankie Paradise has staggered to the side of the World Champion’s target. He helps Taylor up from the ground, but not because he’s chivalrous…hell-no….it’s because it gives him the chance to cop a feel. He stands behind Tay and actually assists her up to her feet by way of cupping her inverted camel humps. Once Tay comes through and feels two very grubby hands in very inappropriate places, she whips around and instinctively slaps Frankie right upside his face, almost sending the obnoxious commentator’s head spiraling around into a total 360.
Greyson: Hahahahahaha-aaaaaah-hahahahaha!
Sparkles: That wasn’t funny Lovejoy.
Greyson: Finally, there IS A GOD after-all. Cause he just made sure Frankie got what he had coming to him.
The slapped Frankie lays on the ground, and soon he’ll have some company on the floor right there beside him. Tay adjusts her ‘endowments’ then turns around to face the turnbuckle that Katelyn has come flying right off of. From the middle rope Katelyn flings her body, landing straight on top of Tay and driving her to the mats. Kate lands on top with her fist swinging, swinging and swinging some more right into every inch of her rival’s face. The Lou Thez Press from the middle rope has never looked so good and felt so brutal. Katelyn goes on punching until the bones inside of her fist feel like they’re broken. Finally Tay is given a reprieve, for a moment, only so that Katelyn can toss her back into the ring.
You better believe that Katelyn keeps the aggression coming. The second she gets in the ring she’s already backing up one of the corners and flinging herself off into an axehandle elbow drop that would make color return to Bret Hart’s hair. Right now the only thing changing color is the pigment of Tay’s skin, getting redder and redder with each blow her rival connects with. And there will be another blow, this one coming from the middle rope once again. Katelyn comes off the corner perpendicular to the one she just leaped off of, coming down into a second axehandle elbow across Tay’s brow.
That’s it, Tay’s had about enough of this. She goes rolling away from Kate, away from all this brutality, and away from the ring entirely. She gets under the ropes and sits on the apron before blowing off the squared circle and everything going on inside of it.
Taylor: To hell with this. (Swipes her arms from her chest out to her sides) If it’s not for the title then I’m done….
Oh if it were that easy, but Katelyn isn’t making it that simple.
She dashes any of Tay’s plans of walking away from the ring and away from this match. Katelyn reaches over the ropes, sinking her fingers into Taylor’s hair and giving it a yank, forcing her up onto the apron and then trying to drag her into the squared circle. Notice the word ‘trying.’ Taylor manages to complicate things for her opponent now, grabbing her by the arm that was yanking her by the hair and then leaping from the apron, pulling the champion’s bicep down straight into the top rope.
Sparkles: See that? With one move Tay manages to turn the momentum back in her favor.
Greyson: She went straight back after the arm. Tay ever the strategist.
After having her arm snapped off the top cable Katelyn finds herself doubled over, her bicep swelling to twice it’s normal size. Tay sees the pain her rival is in, and she immensely enjoys what she’s seeing. After ensuring that the tide is back in her favor Tay slips into the ring then runs across it, going after Kate’s arm but running afoul of her foot. To the surprise of everyone, Tay in particular, Katelyn takes her focus off the arm still cradled across her stomach and hits a thrust kick right to the jaw of her rival. The shot jacks Tay’s jaw and sends her plummeting to her back. Her chest is then covered by Buehler, who looks to catch her rival off guard and put this rivalry at long last to an end.
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It won’t end like that, cause Tay’s arm is thrusting into the air, refusing to live in a world where she’s been pinned by Katelyn Buehler.
Greyson: That thrust kick caught Tay but it damn sure didn’t finish her off.
Sparkles: It probably would have been enough against any other opponent, but everyone knows that Tay is a different brand of athlete.
A fact that Katelyn is grappling with right now as she kneels on the canvas clasping at her bruised arm. In an act that demonstrates why she won that belt and has held it in spite of some stiff challenges, Kate shakes off the injuries to her arm and uses it to pull her adversary up from the ring. It seems that a lightning spiral is coming up next, Katelyn about two seconds removed from successfully connecting with the SLO. She starts to swing her injured arm into the crease of Tay’s knee but then stops due to the sharp pain that suddenly radiates up through her bicep and shoulder. Katelyn can’t hit the move, all she can do is double over in a fit of pain, cradling her arm across her stomach. This is a rare opportunity that her opponent just can’t pass up, Tay running at Kate’s shoulder only to once again find herself connecting with a different part of her the champ’s anatomy. Katelyn hits a knife edge chop on Tay’s chest, driving her back. The blow has Taylor stumbled but the clothesline should take her down entirely. Katelyn runs into the clothesline, or so she planned. What connects is not a lariat, it’s a knee strike, as Tay leaves her feet and hits a dropkick right into Katelyn’s bicep.
A scream, ooooh what a scream emanates from Katelyn as she grabs at her arm, the muscles inside feeling like they just exploded. This time Tay will take advantage of these injuries and there isn’t a damn thing Katelyn’s going to be able to do to prevent it. Tay runs in behind a slouched Katelyn, puts hands to her back and shoves her along not into the turnbuckle but through it so that her shoulder collides with the exposed turnbuckle post.
Sparkles: Katelyn could only manage to keep her opponent from focusing her attack on that arm for so long.
Greyson: You knew that Tay was going to find her way back to that area of Katelyn’s body eventually, in spite of our Champion’s best efforts to fend her off.
Sparkles: And damn did she ever get back to that arm, driving it into the ring-post.
Greyson: Almost THROUGH the ring-post.
Surprisingly after slamming into the post Katelyn does not bounce back off the steel, instead she goes on leaning against it, her banged up arm wrapped around the corner. Taylor sees an opportunity and you best believe she’s about to seize it. She quickly rolls out of the ring and fetches the chain that was used in an effort to bind her supporters to the ring, now it’s used to bind Katelyn’s hands together. Tay steps around the ringside mats and reaches up to grab her rival’s hands, wrapping the chain around her wrists several times. In spite of her best efforts Katelyn cannot pull her arms back into the ring and defend her bicep from the brutality her rival has intended for it. Tay jumps up to the apron, dashes across it with a big smile on her face and actually screams with delight as she hits a basement dropkick straight to her adversary’s bicep. As a result Katelyn’s arm is squashed between the pillar and Tay’s boots. The pain is so severe that Katelyn can’t even express it, and that pain only gets worse when Tay hits a second basement dropkick to her bicep.
Greyson: Do something about this ref.
Sparkles: Yeah, Katelyn’s hands are tied around the ring post. Unshackle her for crying out loud.
That’s just what Mayfield is trying to do, stepping to the apron and desperately fidgeting with the chain that ties the champion’s wrists. Taylor doesn’t care about the referee’s warnings, hitting another dropkick, this time not to the shoulder but to her rival’s back. Taylor runs out of the corner perpendicular to the one that Katelyn finds herself suffering in and finishes her jaunt with a kick right to the thighs of the champion. As a result the kick sends Katelyn flying forward with her shoulder plowing into the turnbuckle post. Only her groans are louder than the impact of her shoulder into the steel. Actually there’s just one other thing louder, the decibel of Taylor’s voice. She skips almost playfully to the middle of the ring and then kicks back her hair while extending her arms straight out to her sides, looking up to the rafters with eyes closed.
Taylor: WHO’S HOUSE IS IT!?!
According to the crowd it’s definitely not Taylor’s.
Greyson: Why does Tay do this? She’s got the advantage, she doesn’t need to rub it in like this.
Sparkles: No, she doesn’t, but she will anyways, because it’s fun.
Tay puts a finger up to her mouth, playfully nibbling on the tip of it with a girlish grin on her face as she peeks over her shoulder at the referee struggling to get the chain off of Katelyn’s wrists. Yet another golden opportunity presents itself. Tay rolls out of the ring, reaches over the barricade into the crowd and retrieves a steel chair. She slides back inside the squared circle and readies to turn the chair into the instrument that will end this match and end Katelyn’s career. She runs across the ring to slam the steel into her rival’s back but in the eleventh hour the referee intervenes. Mayfield dashes right into Taylor’s way and grabs the chair from her hands. He rips the steel away from Taylor, and turns his back to her, totally ignoring her protests, her very loud and very ear drum shattering protests. No more breath is wasted on the referee, Tay walking past him and towards Katelyn, stepping right into a punch across her cheek. Tay’s eyes almost bulge from their sockets, finding herself shocked when the champion’s fist cracks her in the face. It wasn’t just a single punch either, because here comes another and another and another. Katelyn goes on jabbing Tay and driving her back towards the middle of the ring.
Greyson: Come on Katelyn, keep it up….Keep it up!
These desperation punches are unleashed by Katelyn, who has completely forgotten about the chain that is still dangling from around one of her wrists. She’s reminded of the chain though when she goes for one last knock-out jab only to have her bicep crushed by steel links. Tay picks up the other end of the chain, wraps it around her fist and swings it in time to catch Katelyn in her injured arm with such a swift and bone cracking shot. The referee, who was busy tossing the chair out of the ring, never saw Tay’s flagrant use of the chain. A chain that now cracks Katelyn over the back of her head. Tay wraps the chain around her arm and slams it right over the upper back of the beleaguered World Champion. The crowd screams but not in time to let the referee know what’s happening. Mayfield spins around when hearing the groans of the audience, turning back to the action just as the chain that was used as a weapon is tossed. Tay gets rid of the incriminating evidence and now drops down beside Kate, rolling her to her back and putting her forearm into the cheek of her unconscious opponent.
Taylor: COUNT!
Orders Tay with Mayfield promptly dropping down to do his job.
Greyson: She used the chain ref. She used the chain.
Sparkles: Which will be legal in that Cartel Chaos match later tonight but not right now.
Tay can give a damn about legality, she wants the win and that’s IT.
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Greyson: Don’t tell me Tay has stole it like this.
Thankfully no will have to lie to Lovejoy, because Katelyn amazes the entire world by launching her shoulder off the ring. Katelyn cannot live with herself if she knew Taylor pinned her, especially after everything she’s done to her over the past several months. Once again Katelyn’s skin is going red as she stares over the unconscious body of her opponent and at the referee, giving him that ‘are you serious’ look.
Sparkles: It’s amazing. It’s absolutely amazing that Katelyn can kick out even after that strike with the chain.
Greyson: Taylor THAT close to cheating her way to victory. She was literally half a second removed from defeating the World Champion.
It looks like Tay’s skin is about to squirm right off of her body. She is so unnerved by Katelyn’s kick out, one that she will make Katelyn pay for dearly. She rolls Katelyn over to her stomach and latches onto the arm of the World Champion, applying the crippler crossface.
Greyson: Back into the crippler crossface.
Sparkles: Which is incredibly smart by Taylor. Not only has she worked over the arm throughout this match but that blow from the chain hit Katelyn right in the back of her neck, an area which is also targeted by this submission.
Greyson: Come on Katelyn, you can fight through this, you’ve fought through so much….so much to become the World Champion and to hold onto that championship.
Sparkles: That’s true, but she just got nailed in the back of the head with a chain, and like Sparkles said, her arm is all torn up.
Although Katelyn should be tapping out and tapping out instantly to the crossface the hold seems to actually rejuvenate her spirits. Her free hand slams into the canvas and then squeezes at the ring, using her nails to pull herself closer to the ropes. The second Tay feels herself budged half an inch she decides to change up her submission. She reaches out, grabs Katelyn’s other arm and pulls it up into the RINGS OF SATURN.
Greyson: Oh my-OH MY, we haven’t seen this hold in a long time.
Sparkles: BOTH of Katelyn’s arms tied up behind her back. Leaving her with nowhere else to go.
Katelyn’s arms are bent back at the most unimaginable angle while her opponent’s hands interlock under her jaw. A very gruesome rendition of the Rings of Saturn may just lead to equally as gruesome results, Katelyn’s submission and months of Taylor bragging about her victory over the World Champion. The fans can’t live with that and neither can Katelyn, who begins to pull herself towards the ropes, not with her hands, but with her knees. She shows incredible leg strength in dragging both her opponent and herself closer and closer to the ropes. To the awe of the fans and to the dread of Chase, her adversary’s ankle falls across the bottom rope.
Greyson: Kate got to the ropes! Tay’s got to break the hold.
Sparkles: Unbelievable. Even after all that, all that cheating by Chase, her opponent still manages to get to the cables.
The fans are giving the World Champion a standing ovation while Taylor is giving the World Champion a two finger salute. She flips off Katelyn and then just pushes the back of her head disrespectfully. Kate surprisingly manages to react, hitting a back elbow on her obnoxious opponent. This unexpected strike sends Tay into a fit of rage, rolling to her knees and just clobbering Katelyn over and over again across the back of her head with forearms. Tay then uses Katelyn’s hair to pull her head up from the canvas then swing her face straight down into the canvas. The impact is about as painful as you would imagine…..naaah….it’s probably a lot worse. Katelyn can attest to that as she grips at the bridge of her nose. A nose that will not be the last area of her body broken.
Tay takes Katelyn arm, folds it behind her back and leads her to her feet. The hammerlock is only applied long enough for Taylor to push Katelyn backwards and right into the turnbuckle. Katelyn’s arm is caught up behind her, causing it to take the brunt of the impact with the corner. The impact has Katelyn crouching, trying to curl around her injured arm. Tay isn’t going to allow that, stepping in, putting her boot to Katelyn’s throat and pushing back. The World Champion is gasping for air as Taylor chokes her with the boot and holds the top rope to help maintain her balance. The referee starts a five count, getting to 4.5 before Tay takes her boot away from her opponent’s throat and instead wedges her knee against that very same larynx. The ever manipulative Tay steps up onto the middle rope with one foot while her knee is embedded against Kate’s neck, again choking all the air out of her.
The referee starts another five count, and gets to 4.9 before Tay removes her knee from Katelyn’s throat.
Taylor: This isn’t Kate’s house…(she shouts at the disheartened fans)…this is Monarchy’s castle baby!
After insulting on top of injuring her opponent Tay drops down out of the corner, takes Kate by the head and snapmares her to the middle of the ring. Tay then climbs up onto the turnbuckle behind her barely cogent opponent. If Tay’s words weren’t enough to upset the fans then her gestures will definitely have them postal. She slaps her knee several times, indicating that she’s going to not just hit the TKO, but hit it off the middle rope.
Sparkles: TKO is coming, Lovejoy.
Greyson: Taylor is going to finish this, finish it with the most powerful weapon at her disposal, that titanium knee brace.
The fans can only watch what is about to happen through the cracks between the fingers they have over their eyes. They live in perpetual dread at the thought of seeing their beloved Buehler smacked with the knee strike that will undoubtedly end her. Katelyn doesn’t hear her fans, too busy listening to the ringing in her ears, which is why she’s standing, standing just in time to have her face demolished by the titanium knee brace just dying to introduce itself to her mug. Finally Kate is up, but she won’t be very much longer with her opponent’s leg soaring towards her….then soaring OVER her. Katelyn drops out of the way, causing Taylor to fly right over the champion and ultimately right down to the ring.
Greyson: Katelyn saw it coming, somehow she saw it coming and she managed to avoid the TKO.
Sparkles: How much longer can these two continue going at it like this?
The protestors regrouping at ringside are asking themselves this exact same question as they gather around the aprons, shouting for Tay to get up. That’s just what she does, but she rises without realizing that Katelyn is waiting for her to stand in order to hit a potential concussing blow. A wobbly kneed Tay reaches her feet just as Katelyn swoops in with a clothesline, a clothesline that doesn’t hit her opponent’s neck but instead hits her opponent’s boot. Tay kicks Katelyn to her injured shoulder and does so with as much strength as she has left in her legs. Katelyn turns away from Tay, doubles over and grabs at her arm, but unfortunately her rival is reaching for it too. The ever aggressive Taylor takes Katelyn’s arm, trying to drive her down to the ring and into the fujiwara. There was that word ‘trying’ again.
Instead of Katelyn going down to the canvas, it’s Taylor who takes the fall. Kate reaches back, grabs Tay around the neck and snapmares her over onto the canvas. Whatever Katelyn had in store for her we will not find out, because Taylor on instinct and instinct alone rolls from the ring. She reaches the apron where a number of water drenched supporters are stood beneath her chanting.
Protestors: What do we want? TAY!
That’s just what they’re about to get.
Somehow Tay still has the strength to get up and as she does she rises unwittingly right into her rival’s clutches. Katelyn swoops in from behind Tay, grabs her by the shoulder and the knee then drags her off of the apron with the SLO. The lighting spiral sends Taylor flying from the apron then crashing right on top of her chanting entourage at ringside.
Sparkles: OOOOOOH GOOOUDA!
Greyson: Taylor just-Taylor just-Taylor just launched off the apron with the SLO!
Sparkles: And holy cripes, she landed right on her protestors!
The screams pierce the heavens as the crowd responds to perhaps the most stunning move they’ve ever witnessed. A move that ended Tay, that ended this match, that ended the most prolific rivalry in either of these ladies’ famed careers. Katelyn uses what little strength she has left to drag Taylor out of the wreckage of bodies at ringside then throw her along right into the stairs. Tay ricochets from the steps and goes stumbling back into Katelyn…into Katelyn’s SLO. The lightning spiral is hit and it’s hit on the arena floor.
Greyson: Another SLO, this time straight into the ground!
Sparkles: Put Tay in the ring Katelyn, you’ve got this, you’ve got this!
Katelyn realizes this, but given everything she’s been put through in this match it’s not the easiest job in the world throwing her rival back into the ring. At last Katelyn manages to throw Taylor into the ring where she waits to fall victim to a very rare loss, the first she has suffered in quite some time. She absent mindedly struggles to reach her feet, totally void of conscious thought, totally unaware that Katelyn is stepping in behind her. Just at it looks like Katelyn is going to clinch defeat, she walks directly into an elbow that smacks her in the mouth.
Greyson: How the hell did Tay just hit that?
Sparkles: Sparkles has no……YIIIIKES!
Taylor spins around after hitting the elbow and looks to capitalize on her unexpected strike. That isn’t about to happen because Katelyn falls back in the ropes and uses the momentum from the ricochet to leap into the Lou Thez Press. She connects with Taylor, takes her down to the ring and unloads with punches delivered from both sides of her body. Tay’s head is struck from the right, from the left, from the right, from the left, over and over again. Finally Katelyn stops bruising her knuckles on the skull of her greatest foe and looks to finally put her away, finally end THE greatest rivalry in IWC history.
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Greyson: Is it over?
Sparkles: Katelyn is pinning her with all she’s worth!
The referee’s hand swings for the ring but not fast enough, Tay still has the energy to kick out.
Greyson: Good lord it’s not! It’s NOT OVER!
Sparkles: These two are going to go all night long.
Greyson: It just goes to show how personal this is between Taylor Chase and Katelyn Buehler. Years of hate have poured into this one on one match here tonight, the most eagerly anticipated match we’ve ever seen.
Kate will follow up after she’s taken time to pick her jaw up off the floor. She’s absolutely stunned that Taylor managed to kick out after everything she was just hit with. Though there’s one more move left in Katelyn’s arsenal that hasn’t hit Tay yet, and that’s the very maneuver that the champion is signaling for as she moves to the corner of the ring. She swings her arm out to her side, trying to get some feeling back into her injured limb so that she can swoop in and deliver the KTFO.
Greyson: KTFO is coming. This has to be it Sparkles, the champion about to hit the roaring elbow on a woman she hates more than anything in the world.
Sparkles: Stop mugging for the camera and hit it Katelyn.
The fans have never been more excited than they are at the moment as they wait to see Katelyn’s forearm finally crush Tay right in the mouth that has been running and running for months. It won’t be running any longer as she rises and walks right into the KTF….Tay DUCKS and DIVES right over the hip of her inbound opponent. She catches Kate by the inner thigh and pulls her over into the school girl.
Greyson: TAY REVERSES!
Sparkles: SCHOOL GIRL!
The referee drops to make the count but Katelyn rolls out of the pin before he even has the chance to slap the canvas even once. A flustered Taylor stands up and walks into the stiffest thrust kick that has ever been unleashed. Katelyn hits the kick that collapses her rival’s chin, and leaves Tay staggering around looking like she’s been drinking for 48 straight hours.
Greyson: The THRUST KICK!
Sparkles: And Katelyn’s following it up with the Lethal Injection!
The crowd jumps up and down with their heartbeats racing faster than ever as Katelyn flips into the headstand, the back of her legs hitting the top rope, launching her back into the diamond cutter. She lands on her feet, lunges back but instead of falling to her spine, she is driven down onto her face, because Tay counters the lethal injection into the crippler crossface.
Greyson: OH MY-OH MY-OH MY GOD-OH MY GOD! Crossface! Tay countering into the crossface!!
Sparkles: On the injured arm! Tay’s got it locked in on the INJURED ARM!
Greyson: Our World Champion is going to tap out! There’s no other way out of this!
If the fans thought they were excited before they haven’t felt anything like they do right now, because their pulses are racing faster than ever. The screams are shaking the foundation of the Manhattan Center as the audience tries to rally behind Katelyn, who is doing everything she can to prevent tapping out to the crossface. Taylor is putting everything she has left into this hold, realizing that it is now do or die, if she can’t force the submission here then she may have no chance of winning this contest. Everyone can see the determination in Taylor’s eyes, just like they can see the pain etched in the lines of Katelyn’s face. Although her bicep muscle feels like it’s been snapped Katelyn still resists any temptation that might compel her to tap out. She won’t do it, she just can’t do it.
Sparkles: How is Katelyn still surviving this?
Greyson: This is absolutely amazing. Katelyn proving why she deserves that title.
Taylor cannot believe it, her eyes are so wide right now they look like dinner saucers. She has no idea how Katelyn can be doing this, how Katelyn can be surviving the crossface on an arm that Taylor has mangled and just torn to shreds throughout the course of this match. Taylor’s eyes get even bigger as she begins to feel Katelyn not dragging herself across the canvas but inching her way up from it. Before Taylor can put a stop to it, Katelyn is back on her feet and countering out of the crossface into the SLO.
Greyson: NOOOO WAAAAY!
Sparkles: WHAT A FRIGGIN COUNTER!!
Greyson: SLO! SLO OUT OF THE CROSSFACE!!
The back of Taylor’s head hits the ring with enough force to knock her completely unconscious. She lays there on the canvas motionless and she would be lying beside Katelyn, but the World Champion rolled out of the ring by sheer happenstance and happenstance alone. Katelyn falls to her knees at ringside, grabbing at her arm, which like the Grinch’s heart has swelled to three times its normal size.
Greyson: Katelyn hit the SLO totally out of desperation, but she just wasn’t able to follow it up.
Sparkles: Taylor has done too much damage to the champion’s arm.
Instead of pinning Taylor we see Katelyn clutching at her bicep, trying to will herself through her pain. She is desperate to get back in the ring and take advantage of the SLO she just managed to hit on Taylor. She’s doing just that, sliding about half way into the ring before her ankle is caught….caught in the hands of one of the protestors who came out to support Taylor.
Greyson: God dammit!
Sparkles: One of those protestors has hold of Katelyn. They really are out here to support Tay to the hilt!
Greyson: The referee needs to get these bastards out of here.
At the moment the referee is far too preoccupied with Taylor, checking on her condition after that nasty landing on the back of her neck. He has no idea what’s going on at ringside, and what is happening outside of the squared circle is Katelyn launching her boot into the jaw of a protestor. The young man who pulled her from the ring pays for his interference, getting a taste of Kate’s heel. Katelyn knocks the protestor to the floor and then readies to give the same treatment to anyone else who would interfere. However, she seems to greatly underestimate the length in which Tay’s supporters are willing to go to make sure their cherished Chase leaves this ring tonight the victor. One of them takes the board from the picket sign they were swinging around and breaks it right across the back of Katelyn’s arm…the INJURED arm.
Greyson: HEY! What the hell!?!
That very same protestor throws aside the broken picket sign and then throws something else, Katelyn’s body back into the ring. Once the World Champion has been returned to the squared circle her attacker backs away with the sounds of laughter emitting from beneath her thick soaked blond bangs. The chuckles are chillingly familiar and soon we learn why. The bangs that were covering her face pull back as the wig on top of her head is ripped off, meaning the identity of Mika Kozlov is no longer obscured.
Greyson: That’s-that’s-that’s MIKA KOZLOV!
Sparkles: You GOT to be kidding Sparkles.
Greyson: The number one contender for the World Title just-just-just attacked Katelyn.
Not only did she attack Katelyn but she just fed the World Champion to Taylor Chase, Mika’s sister. Tay follows the trend she has all throughout this match, capitalizing on an opportunity. She grabs the arms of the barely conscious World Champion and places her in the Rings of Saturn.
Greyson: Now Taylor like a shark drawn to the smell of blood is going right back to the scissored armbar!
Sparkles: Right after Mika, who disguised herself as one of those protestors, broke a picket sign over Katelyn’s arm.
The roars of pain coming from Katelyn echo throughout the Manhattan Center and through the sinking hearts of the fans. They are all crying out for Katelyn to fight her way through this, begging her to persevere. Katelyn has been able to do that throughout the night but not after having a board broken across her arm in combination with everything that limb has been put through during this highly physical fight. Her mouth opens as if on the cusp of screaming the two words that the fans do NOT want to hear.
Sparkles: Don’t say it Katelyn…
Greyson: Don’t you dare give Taylor that satisfaction.
Katelyn bites down on her tongue, not letting the words out, not allowing herself to shout ‘I Quit.’ Eventually she stops biting though, because her teeth, her tongue, her whole body has just gone limp in Taylor’s arms. Kate’s head falls lifeless to the side as her eyes close. The referee stoops down to check on Katelyn and instantly realizes that she’s out cold. He stands up and much to the dejection of the thousands in attendance calls for the bell.
Sparkles: Wait, hold on, what’s happening?
Greyson: I think, Good God I think, Katelyn has-has passed out.
Sparkles: You’re kidding.
Greyson: Oh how I wish I was.
The fans are angry but boy do they get even angrier when the referee takes Taylor’s wrist and lifts it aloft in victory. An exhausted Tay kneels on the canvas beside a still unconscious Katelyn, the winner savoring the sweet satisfaction of forcing her opponent into unconsciousness.
Sparkles: Sparkles just can’t believe this.
Greyson: Everyone in this arena are having a hard time swallowing the fact that their hero was just defeated.
Sparkles: Katelyn gave it everything she had tonight…..
Frankie: Did you see that? Hahahahaha did you see it!?!
Although Frankie is shivering in his soaking wet clothes and smarting from the slap to his cheek he still dances around excitedly behind the announce table. He’s got his headset back on, which makes it hard for him to do what he really would like to at the moment, cartwheel around the ringside area.
Greyson: Yeah, we saw it alright, Frankie.
Frankie: Tay-Tay did it! She did it again! She just beat the World Champion! JOY TO THE WORLD! HAHAHAHAHA!
Greyson: Dammit Frankie, did you not see Mika attack Katelyn with that picket….
Frankie: Tay did it! She did it! She did it! She did it! She did it!
Frankie has climbed up onto the announce table and is repeatedly thrusting his arms above his head each time he shouts these three words.
Frankie: SHE DID IT! SHE DID IT! SHE DID IT!
Greyson: Get down off the table you sniveling bastard.
Sparkles: Katelyn was so close to having Tay’s number at multiple points in this match. Sparkles really thought that she had the win after she countered that crossface into the SLO. But in the end Katelyn found her injured arm trapped in the Rings of Saturn and it was just too much for her to withstand.
Frankie: SHE DID IT! SHE DID IT! SHE DID IT!
The crowd looks like their hearts have been torn out of their chests, their hollow eyes watching as Tay struggles to her feet then falls back into the ropes. She laughs along to the lyrics of her entrance music playing through the Manhattan Center loud speakers. Those who have loyally stood at Tay’s side throughout the night slide into the ring and gather around her…no…beneath her. They hoist Taylor up onto their shoulders, holding her high in the air so that she can truly bask in this victory. One of them has even gone as far as to hand Taylor the World Championship belt. Tay can’t resist, she lifts the title high, resulting in unanimous outrage from just about everyone in the arena.
Greyson: That belt is not yours Tay.
Frankie: It’s a crying shame that it isn’t!
Sparkles: This match was non-title.
Frankie: It shouldn’t have been.
Eventually Tay lowers the belt while her body lowers as well. Her loyal devotees help her descend back to her feet, but she doesn’t stop going down until she’s on her knees. She scoots towards Buehler, the rightful holder of the title that is hanging from Tay’s hand.
Taylor: Savor this (holds out belt). It won’t be yours for very much longer.
The belt drops onto Katelyn’s chest while Taylor crawls back away from her with an incredulous smile on her sweaty face.
Frankie: Monarchy has gone 4-0 guys, it’s been a clean sweep for them tonight.
The cameras have gone to the guerilla position and have focused on Katelyn Buehler’s manager Dan Douglas. He pulls his face back from the curtains that he was just looking through, unable to watch his client suffer any further indignity. We don’t get a long look at his somber expression, the inconsolable Douglas drawing a hand to his face and burying it in his palm. He looks through the cracks between his fingers only so that he can stare at the medallion that he has used multiple times in the past to help center Katelyn and ensure her victories in high stakes matches like the one she just competed in. The trinket that has aided him in his mind control over Buehler falls to the floor.
A water cooler is set up in front of a plain white wall and surrounded by the sounds of ringing phones. A figure draws closer to the cooler, grabbing a Styrofoam cup and filling it. Just as the blue collar worker takes a sip a buddy of his jumps at him excitedly…too excitedly.
Man: HEY BILL!
The cup of water is spilt all over everything, including the pocket protector peeking out of Bill’s shirt. He is so jarred by his associate’s hyper greeting that he almost chokes on his drink.
Bill: What Mike?
It’s not often that Bill sees anyone as energized at the office as Mika is at that moment.
Mika: Did you hear?
Bill: Hear what?
Nasally questions Bill while pushing his black rimmed glasses back onto the bridge of his nose.
Mike: HE’S gonna debut….TONIGHT.
Bill: Who….?
It seems Bill formulates an answer before he even finishes his question.
Bill: No…no way….not him.
Mike: Yeah….HIM.
Bill: For what company?
Mike: He’s coming to the IWC,
Bill: At the End of the Year Special?
Mike: Hell yeah.
Bill seems just totally awe stricken.
Bill: I’ve GOT to see this.
Mike: I know, but we’re working….
Bill: Not anymore.
Bill starts to take off before he’s stopped by a harsh authoritative voice.
Boss: Bill, Mike, was hoping to catch up with you two.
Now their Boss is doing his best Bill Lumbergh impersonation.
Boss: I’m going to need those TPS reports right away.
Bill: You know what Boss….
The black rimmed glasses are torn off the unappreciated worker’s eyes. Now the pocket protector is defiantly torn from the chest of his shirt and thrown into his manager’s face.
Bill: You can shove those TPS reports up your ass. Cause Mike and I got some place we need to be.
Boss: And where is that?
Mike: The IWC End of the Year Special.
Bill: So we can see the debut of….MATTHEW BOWDEN!
The scene changes from a humdrum office, featuring row upon rows of tightly enclosed cubicles to the wide open spaces of a football field. A number of cheerleaders, mmmmm barely legal cheerleaders, are shaking their pom-poms and practicing their nimble maneuvers. One cartwheels, another back flips and another shows their athleticism in a different capacity, fingers quickly typing on a cellphone as she sits on the bleachers. Something that pops up on her phone causes her mouth to drop open and her eyes to go wide.
Cheerleader: Hey! HEY!
She shouts towards her teammates, who were busy forming a human pyramid with a particularly annoyed teen at the top.
Cheerleading Captain: Weeeee’reeee kinda busy here Jessie.
Jessie: You all are going to want to hear this.
The rest of the cheerleaders gathered beneath their Captain are all ears.
Jessie: He’s debuting TONIGHT.
The girls share quick glances in one another’s directions.
Cheerleader #2: You mean…..
Jessie: Yep.
Cheerleader #2: When?
Jessie: In just a few minutes.
Cheerleader #3: Then what the hell are we waiting around here for?
The pyramid is broken and broken so quick they give no time for the Cheerleading Captain to make a graceful descent from her high point. Instead she goes hurdling towards the earth with a scream. Luckily we don’t see her impact, instead all we see are her teammates dashing to a jeep, all cramming themselves inside. Jessie is behind the wheel and looking between her friends, doing a headcount.
Jessie: Where’s Naomi?
Cheerleader #2: Under the bleachers with the Captain of the football team.
Jessie blares the horn as loud as she can.
Jessie: Naomi! Move your ass! Matthew Bowden is debuting at the End of the Year Special.
Suddenly a young girl comes hurrying out from beneath the bleachers adjusting her hoop skirt and her halter top. A teenage boy steps out behind Naomi with his football slacks down around his knees but his jersey hanging over his unmentionables.
Football Captain: We weren’t finished.
Naomi: Finish yourself, I’m not going to miss him, I’m not going to miss Bowden!
She leaps into the Jeep which goes speeding away, kicking up the dirt from the football field, sending it flying back into the face of the football captain.
The camera cuts to an aerial view of the football field, where instead of white lines designating ten yard intervals they are used to spell out the words ‘Matthew Bowden Debuts TONIGHT.’
Mika Kozlov is laughing, but then again when isn’t she?
Okay so she’s laughing louder than ever. Her chuckles fill the halls of the Manhattan Center as she walks along down the corridor still wearing a damp Monarchy t-shirt. Clearly she has yet to shed the disguise she wore in order to get the drop on an unsuspecting World Champion mere moments ago.
Karen: Proud of yourself?
A bag of ice is held to the temple of Karen McBride, who has yet to shed the wounds from her previous encounter with Monarchy member Ryan Watson. In spite of the injuries she incurred during the course of that match the Principle Owner still has the courage to step up into the face of maybe the most deadly woman in professional wrestling.
Mika: Do I look proud? Hehehehehehe.
Karen: I’m guessing you really don’t appreciate what you just did out there.
Mika: Look at the smile on my face and tell me I don’t appreciate what I did to the World Champion.
Karen: I’m not talking about what you did to Katelyn Buehler, I’m talking about what you did to yourself.
Mika cups her jaw in her hands and leans in closer to Karen, anticipating the obligatory explanation.
Karen: Because of you, Taylor Chase has a win over the champion.
Mika: Mmmmmmhmmmmm.
Karen: And that means that she’s got a justifiable claim to challenge for the title.
Mika: Good for my sestra. She deserves it.
Karen: Which is why I’ve decided that at our next IWC pay-per-view, Last Stand, the Riot brand main event is going to be Katelyn Buehler defending the World Title against the winner of the number one contender tournament…..
Mika: ME! Hehehehehe.
Karen:…..AND Taylor Chase in a triple threat match.
Mika’s laughter dies down as her cheeks and the veins in her temples start to twitch.
Mika: How sweet, a ‘family reunion.’
The moment that the show goes back to the ring the tracks of “Brand New Day” from Dr. Horrible’s Sing-A-Long begins to play over the PA system. The fans come alive as Matthew Bowden steps out onto the stage. Pyro goes off behind him as he poses, taking in the crowd reaction as they cheer him on. Matthew then points towards the ring and charges down the ramp, sliding cleanly into the ring. He then hops up onto the second rope and poses one more time before hopping back down and heading towards the center of the ring.
Sparkles: MASSIVE announcement by the Principle Owner Karen McBride.
Greyson: Because of Mika Kozlov’s actions she will now be one of two challengers for the World Championship at Last Stand, Katelyn Buehler will now defend the belt in a triple threat match.
Frankie: I never thought I’d say this, but thank you, McBride, for pulling you’re head out of your ass and doing the right thing.
Greyson: I think Karen has a grander design and deeper motivation than just giving into Monarchy’s demands to give Taylor a title shot.
Sparkles: Enough about all of that though guys, we’ve got a moment that we’ve been building up to all night long, the IWC debut of Matthew Bowden. Sparkles has been hearing a lot about this young man….
Greyson: He’s definitely created quite the buzz around the wrestling world pre-debut, let’s see if he can continue to make headlines here as he competes in triple threat action against Aaron Harrison and Alistair Taylor.
Frankie: Kid has so got his work cut out for him tonight, he’s got two of the most lethal athletes in the IWC to contend with in this match.
Greyson: From what I’ve learned Bowden is quite the showboat, but survival should be his motivation, not showmanship.
As a pre-match ritual Bowden runs the ring, leaps to the middle rope and then back flips into a moonsault, landing on his feet. He shows off just a bit of the athleticism that the crowd can expect from this upcoming confrontation. Bowden swings around and glares up the ramp just as the lyrics of ‘Dare to Dream’ play over the PA system, letting the world know that Aaron Harrison is on his way to the squared circle. Though it appears that his arrival is being held up by something.
Rachel: We need to go over it again?
We find out what’s delaying Aaron Harrison’s arrival to the ring when cameras go back to the guerilla position. Standing there just behind the curtains are Rachel Tatum Lee and Harrison himself. The pair that has seemingly been working in consortium these past few weeks are once again entrenched in conversation, or more accurately it’s just Rachel doing all the talking and Harrison doing all the listening.
Rachel: Ya know what ya do if she shows up?
Harrison nods.
Rachel: Second thoughts?
Harrison: No…..I owe you and Tombstone for what you did for me. It’s time I repay the favor.
Rachel: Good sugar, real good. Do this for me and I can guarantee ya that we’ll be one move closer to fulfillin’ our plans.
Of course those plans are left intentionally vague, though Harrison is about to follow them to the hilt. He heads for the ring and Rachel watches his every step very closely.
AARON HARRISON VS. ALISTAIR TAYLOR VS. MATTHEW BOWDEN
Finally Aaron Harrison steps out from behind the curtains with his entrance music piping through the PA system. The former leader of the famed Blacklist stable marches along down the ramp in a long trench coat and hood that obscures the vast majority of his face in shadows. In spite of Harrison’s menacing aura, his opponent presently in the ring will not be intimidated. Bowden is still looking oh so casual as he welcomes Harrison into the squared circle.
Greyson: Ummmm one has to wonder what ‘plan’ Rachel Tatum Lee was just eluding too backstage when talking to Aaron Harrison.
Sparkles: Well Rachel has been pretty critical of the IWC lately, especially since losing out in the Semi-Finals of the World Title #1 Contenders Tournament.
Frankie: El Supremo Bubble Butt has got Harrison on a mission, we’ll find out what that mission is as this triple threat gets underway.
When the tracks of Alistair Taylor’s music hit the PA system there are nuclear levels of heat that bombard the entry way. From the back emerges the Monarchy member, who still looks a little banged up after his earlier encounter with the massive Miss Jon. Shockingly Alistair walks alone towards the ring, unaccompanied by his usual counterparts Kat Kelly and Lexy Chapel. The look on his face is particularly indicative of his distaste for this match and the athletes he is expected to collide with.
Greyson: It’s Alistair Taylor who rounds out this triple threat match.
Frankie: And he doesn’t look very happy to be facing the likes of Matthew Bowden and Aaron Harrison.
Sparkles: Yeah, because he, along with the rest of Monarchy have this blasted superiority complex.
Frankie: They are superior Sparkles, they ARE superior. Taylor Chase just proved that. In fact they’ve proven it all night, they’ve gone 4-0.
Greyson: What Taylor Chase proved is that she and the rest of Monarchy are nothing more than arrogant fiends who will do anything in their power to pick up a win.
Frankie: And that’s what makes them so superior.
Greyson: Well I’ve got to give Alistair some credit I guess. It’s a testament to just how tough this guy is that he’s out here right now. Last month at Upping the Ante he was involved in the most brutal Tables Are Legal Match I’ve ever seen and then earlier on this evening he got into it with Miss Jon.
Frankie: Boy did he pay for that one.
Alistair is about to enter the ring only to stop at the base of the ramp, refusing to go any further, at least not until he’s given ample opportunity to insult his opponents. Harrison takes some umbrage with these offensive comments, leaning through the ropes and shouting down at Alistair. However, Bowden will do a lot more than shout. He runs across the ring, leaps over top of Harrison’s back and over top of the ropes before crashing down directly into Alistair at ringside.
Greyson: WHAT A LEAP!
Sparkles: Bowden showing some more of that athleticism we talked about earlier.
Frankie: That’s not a good way to impress Monarchy.
Alistair is driven down to the ground while Bowden rolls off of him and dashes for the squared circle. The second that he hops to the apron he has to contend with the shoulder that is flying through the ropes and aimed at his ribs. Harrison tries to hit a shoulder block on Bowden’s ribs only to have his target leap frog over him. Bowden lands on the canvas behind Harrison and then runs the length of the ring, bouncing off the far ropes. The intense Harrison spins right around and throws a punch at the inbound face of Bowden only to have him drop into the baseball slide. Bowden slips through Harrison’s legs, under the ropes behind his opponent and then extends his ankles, wrapping them around the neck of Alistair. Just as the Monarchy member reached his feet at ringside he finds Bowden’s feet wrapped around his skull before he’s hit with a version of the head scissors.
Greyson: Impressive.
Bowden quickly rushes to the apron and tries to get into the ring before finding a shoulder hurdling towards his ribs. Harrison goes for a shoulder block only to have Bowden go to leap frog it and lunge back into the ring. He gets about half way over the ropes before realizing that he’s been suckered. The shoulder block was merely a red herring that sets him up instead to suffer a stiff thrust kick to the jaw. Harrison knocks Bowden out of the air and the brains out of his head. The stiff shot has left Bowden rolling around on the ground next to Alistair. Before long the two are working their way up to their feet, unintentionally leaning against one another. That’s not even enough to support them when Harrison goes running into one set of ropes, springing from the middle strand and then twisting upside down as he flies over the perpendicular cables. He hits a senton straight into Bowden and Alistair, knocking them all down like bowling pins.
Sparkles: And down they go.
Greyson: Harrison taking out two for one.
Frankie: Since when did Harrison get so agile?
Greyson: The man has always been a very versatile athlete, but now we’re learning just how multi-dimensional he can be.
After bowling over his opponents Harrison singles out just one of them. He drags Alistair to his feet and pops him right across the mouth that was running before this match got started. On instinct Alistair rolls into the ring, trying to avoid his opponent. Harrison is right there beside him though, forcing him to pay for every spiteful word he uttered pre-match. He drags Alistair along into the corner and slams his face up against the turnbuckle. Harrison then spins Alistair around and damn near crushes his chest with a chop that is so forceful it echoes throughout the Manhattan Center. Harrison then hits a second knife edge chop that somehow was even more brutal than the last one.
After hitting two chops Harrison backs up to get a running start behind a third. At the last second he stops when spotting from the corner of his eye another of his opponents bounding along towards him. Bowden lunges at Harrison, giving him little time to react. Harrison ducks down, catches the inner thighs of his opponent and throws Bowden over his head. The crowd screams as Bowden comes crashing down forearm first right into the jaw of a totally unsuspecting Alistair. The crack upside his jaw rattles Alistair, who somehow stays on his feet but his attacker isn’t so lucky. Bowden stumbles back from him and into Harrison’s boots. A dropkick hits Bowden in the back, launching him into a forward lunge that ultimately causes his shoulder to collide with Alistair’s ribs.
Bowden then staggers back again, this time into a school boy by Harrison, looking to put a quick end to this triple threat.
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Bowden gets his shoulder up and then rolls backwards onto his knees. He scoots across them and scoots across them quick, in order to slip right through Harrison’s legs. Aaron was running at Bowden in an effort to catch him but finds his opponent far too elusive. Bowden crawls right under Harrison then stands up behind his prone prey. Bowden rolls over backwards, extends his legs and latches them around Harrison’s waist before pushing himself up into the wheelbarrow. It looks like Bowden is going to hit a bulldog out of this position but instead what connects is an enzugari. Alistair steps out of the corner and delivers a step up enzugari on Bowden, knocking him down out of the wheel barrow position and onto his feet. Somehow he remains upright, or at least just long enough to fall victim to a move from another of his opponents. Aaron Harrison lifts Bowden the blue thunder sit-out powerbomb. Harrison drives Bowden down with so much force against the canvas and then leans with his shoulders wedged to the creases of his opponent’s knees, leaning forward from his seat into a pin.
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Suddenly Alistair ricochets from the ropes in front of his opponents then dives into the European Uppercut, cracking Harrison upside his jaw. The blow does damage AND breaks up the pinfall.
Greyson: Alistair landing some stiff strikes on both of these opponents.
Frankie: He’s about to cap it off, this great-great night for Monarchy.
Alistair rolls Bowden into the corner, sitting him up against it and delivering repeated stomps across his sternum. He chokes Bowden with his boot up until the referee intervenes. Alistair then turns from Bowden and towards another of his opponents. He grabs Harrison by the legs, tucks them under his armpits and drops back, catapulting one adversary into another…or so he had hoped. Harrison flies into the corner that Bowden WAS standing in. The lightning quick Bowden clears out of the way just as Harrison goes past him, crashing into the corner chest first. Harrison ricochets off the corner and then staggers along into Alistair’s arms, the complete shot about to be delivered. And it will connect with a little extra mustard after Bowden flies off the corner he was almost squashed against, catches Harrison by the back of the head and assists in a face buster/complete shot combination.
Greyson: Bowden impressing me thus far.
Sparkles: He’s impressing Sparkles too.
Greyson: Sparkles, a grilled cheese sandwich impresses you.
Sparkles: Grilled cheese is a modern marvel.
The teamwork between Alistair and Bowden is short lived, in fact it looks like Alistair is upset that Bowden mooched off of his move. He runs at the debuting young superstar only to find the capillaries in his chest crushed by a knife edge chop. Bowden then swings around with his leg and catches Alistair right in the crease of his knee, the impact taking him down flat on his back. Bowden turns his back on Alistair so that he can perform a beautiful standing moonsault. He catches great elevation before ultimately slamming straight into Alistair’s chest then hooking his leg.
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A boot to Bowden’s temple breaks up the pinfall. Harrison has managed to regain his faculties and nail the running kick on the skull of his opponent, hitting it with such force that it sends Bowden rolling to the ring apron. Harrison reaches over the cables in an attempt to grab Bowden by the hair and introduce him violently back into the ring. But just Alistair comes staggering in behind Harrison going for the double axehandle smash to his upper back. Harrison sees him coming, bending down and back dropping Alisrair over the ropes. Somehow Alistair manages to grab the top rope as he goes over them, floating over and landing on the apron. He won’t stay there for long, he dives through the ropes into a shoulder block aimed at Harrison’s ribs.
The shoulder to rib collision is blocked when Harrison catches Alistair around the neck, putting him in a front chancery with his opponent’s shins remaining splayed over the middle rope. Just as it looks like Harrison is going to hit the elevated DDT his plans are complicated by another of his opponents. Bowden flies from the apron and back into the ring via diving over the top rope, going for a shoulder block on his adversary. Harrison sees him coming though and uses his one free arm to reach up and catch Bowden around the neck. Bowden’s shins remain placed over the top cable, finding himself caught in a position for a rope hung downward spiral. Both he and Alistair are simultaneously dropped via a rope hung DDT and a rope hung flatliner at the same time.
Greyson: Harrison dumping both of his opponents right on their mugs.
Frankie: Won’t hurt either guy much, they’d never appear on the cover of Tiger Beat magazine like my face anyway.
Harrison rolls Bowden to the middle of the ring and looks to spoil his debut by pinning his shoulders to the canvas.
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Bowden isn’t going to let that happen, popping his shoulder up from the ring and narrowly avoiding defeat. Harrison takes him by the hair and hits him with a headbutt before taking off into the ropes, ricocheting from them and coming back in at his surprisingly resilient opponent. Bowden springs up to his feet and hits a dropsault on Harrison, the blow sending the recipient reeling. Somehow Harrison remains on his feet as he falls into the ropes and totally shakes off the last blow he received. Instead he runs right into a lariat on Bowden, but we get another display of his athleticism. Bowden bridges back in Matrix-esque fashion, causing Harrison to breeze right past him. However, Bowden isn’t so lucky when it comes to avoiding Alistair, who jumps into a double stomp. The bridging Bowden finds his mid-section crushed under Alistair’s boots.
Sparkles: That’ll knock Bowden’s lunch right outta his pooper.
Greyson: It’ll do worse than that, it could result in internal bleeding.
Alistair now looks to turn another of his opponents into a perspective victim, running at Harrison with a European Uppercut just about to connect upside his jaw. Harrison gets his boots up and drives them right into Alistair’s chest, sending him stumbling back across the ring. Another boot them lands across Alistair’s stomach, putting him in a position where both of his arms can be hooked. Harrison is setting up for the Hybrid Theory.
Greyson: Whatever Rachel Tatum Lee told Harrison backstage has got him in the zone.
Sparkles: He’s about to hit the Hybrid Theory on Taylor.
The finishing move is thwarted when Alistair forces his shoulder into Harrison’s ribs and pushes back. As a result Harrison is forced backwards across the ring and into the ropes, tripping through them to the outside of the squared circle. Harrison crashes with a thud across the ground while back in the ring Alistair is taking the top rope, about to launch himself over. Just before he takes the leap he’s caught from behind, Bowden rolling Alistair back into a pin. He ends up seated on the back of Alistair’s thighs, his opponent folded up under him with his shoulders wedged to the canvas.
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Alistair kicks out and launches Bowden off his thighs, sending him flying across the ring straight into the ropes…no…THROUGH the ropes. Bowden flies out of the ring and into a suicide PLANCHA. He flips forward and crashes straight into Harrison, taking both men down to the base of the ramp.
Sparkles: How did Bowden manage to turn that bad situation to his advantage?
Frankie: Won’t matter, Alistair will get his hands on him eventually, then it’s all over.
After knocking Harrison to the floor Bowden starts to crawl back towards the ring. He climbs to the apron when Alistair steps in and nails him with a punch. No, Bowden blocks it and then launches his shin over the top rope, cracking Alistair I the side of his head. The blow sends Alistair reeling in reverse and gives Bowden the opportunity to clinch his advantage. He starts to jump over the top rope before Alistair runs in and drives his shoulder to his opponent’s ribs, sending him flying off the apron. When he comes down he does not land on the mats, he lands on top of Harrison’s shoulders. The fans react in disbelief as Harrison hits an electric chair drop that throws Bowden down face first into the ring apron.
Bowden’s mug is cracked against the hardened fringe of the ring. As Bowden is thrown into the ring Harrison leans against the apron, trying to catch his breath. Though the oxygen is just about to get knocked from his body. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up, enticing him to turn around and stare up the rampway at Mya Denton.
Greyson: Oh this isn’t going to be pleasant at all.
Frankie: It never is when looking directly at Mya Denton.
Sparkles: Earlier tonight Mya was in route to capturing the Queen of Wrestling Championship before she was distracted by Aaron Harrison, Rachel Tatum Lee and Tombstone.
Greyson: Harrison is going to truly regret doing that.
An unhinged Mya gets closer and closer to the ring, running her palm up and down across her cheek, actually clawing at her own skin. The closer she gets to Harrison the more unbalanced she becomes. Harrison goes to protect himself, reaching down beneath the ring and grabbing the very same chain that was used during the previous bout between Taylor Chase and Katelyn Buehler.
Greyson: Harriosn is ready for My….what the heck?
The chain in Harrison’s hands soon finds its way into Mya. Granted, it’s not SWUNG into Mya, it’s GIVEN to Mya. The handoff has Mya taken aback, looking down at the weapon that now hangs from her palm. She looks up at Harrison, who interlocks his fingers and puts them behind his head.
Greyson: What’s Harrison doing?
Frankie: The crazy freak just gave that chain to Mya.
Sparkles: Maybe it’s a peace offering.
Greyson: No Sparkles, it looks like Harrison is offering himself up to Mya.
This is one opportunity Mya is not going to pass up, she swings the chain right into Harrison’s brow. The blow knocks him to the floor and Mya crawls on top, pummeling him and pummeling him and pummeling him with the chain. Meanwhile back inside of the ring the referee is too preoccupied watching Alistair and Bowden going at it to see Mya’s interference. There is one person who sees this happening though, and that person is Rachel Tatum Lee. The NHB Champion makes her way to the stage, looking down the ramp at the chain that is blasting Harrison in his face.
Greyson: Rachel watching Harrison get the beating of his life.
Sparkles: And she’s actually smiling.
Rachel adjusts her championship over her shoulder and smirks, yes, smirks in response to what she’s seeing. Mya looks up the ramp, sees that grin and becomes intent on removing it. She walks away from a bruised and swollen Harrison, approaching Rachel with chain still wrapped around her knuckles. Rachel raises no defense against Mya, she just throws her arms out to her sides and welcomes a blow from the chain.
Rachel: Let it out….
Mya stops in mid-swing, staring into a face she is now hesitant to crack via the chain.
Rachel: Let ‘er out!
The chain shakes as Mya tries to resist giving over to her internal demons.
Rachel: It’s what ya need.
These words seem to hold some type of sway over Mya, who eventually drops the chain all together. She then raises her hands up to her head and begins to swat her palms upside her temple.
Mya: Do what she asks.
Mya’s disposition changes again.
Mya: No.
Another change in her expression and her tone.
Mya: Embrace me!
This internal conflict is ongoing and seems to be annoying Rachel.
Rachel: Ya know, I ain’t a very patient person. Let yer friend out already.
Rachel’s hand slaps Mya across the cheek.
Rachel: GIVE IN!
The blow upside the face has Mya trembling to the point where her skin has gone blood red. The color of her eyes seems to have changed as well, indicating that she’s underwent a full shift in personalities. She stomps towards Rachel, who laughs as she begins to back up through the curtains.
Rachel: Thatta’ girl, that’s the side of ya I want to see. That’s the side ya NEED.
Rachel and Mya disappear through the curtains. Meanwhile, back in the ring Alistair has Bowden pinned to the canvas with repeated stomps to his chest and stomach. He then looks outside of the squared circle at the unconscious Harrison splayed across the mats. A lucrative opportunity presents itself and Alistair is about to seize on it while he can. He rolls out of the ring and drags Harrison’s limp body back inside of it.
Greyson: What did we just see?
Sparkles: Sparkles thinks that Rachel’s motives are becoming a bit clearer.
Frankie: Then kindly puppet, explain to the rest of the class.
Sparkles: Remember Mya’s multiple personalities we were talking about earlier? Sparkles believes Rachel is trying to get Mya to embrace her darker half. That’s why she offered Harrison up to Mya, to get her to let out all that inner rage.
Greyson: But what purpose does Rachel have for a ‘darker’ Mya?
All the drama involving Mya and Rachel has taken its toll on Harrison, who bless his heart is actually trying to move. He doesn’t have much in the way of luck getting up when Alistair keeps driving him back down with boots to the brow. Alistair finally pulls Harrison up and places him in position for the overdrive, draping his leg over the back of his injured opponent’s head. Before he finishes off his prey he lets out a chant that has become sickeningly familiar throughout tonight’s telecast.
Alistair: We are Monarchy and we…..
Suddenly a recovered Bowden runs across the ring, steps off of the stooped Harrison and launches himself into a tornado DDT on an unsuspecting Alistair.
Frankie: Hey! What!?! Where!?! HOW!!??!!
The DDT not only shuts Alistair up but spikes him right on his noodle. As Alistair unconsciously rolls from the ring Harrison unconsciously falls flat across it. The multiple shots to his head from the chain has him rolling mindlessly to his back, putting himself in a very unenviable position. Just as he eyes begin to flutter their way open he sees Bowden coming off the top rope into the corkscrew 360 senton.
Frankie: NOOOO!
Greyson: What was that!?!
Sparkles: Bowden flying from the top and absolutely crushing Harrison!
Bowden’s maneuver is delivered to tremendous fanfare, and his pin over Harrison receives an even louder ovation.
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Alistair tries to get up and get back into the ring to break up the pinfall but has no luck. He loses his balance and falls to the apron, watching powerlessly as the referee slaps the canvas for the third and the final time.
Greyson: There we have it, Bowden clinches the win with that tremendous top rope dive!
Sparkles: A corkscrew 630 senton.
Frankie: What Sparkles said.
Greyson: His big debut tonight culminates in success.
Sparkles: Is this a sign of bigger things to come for Bowden?
Although Bowden would enjoy nothing more than to celebrate his win under the bright lights above the ring he has to dive from the squared circle and do so quickly. Alistair goes chasing after him only to stop when reaching the ropes that Bowden has rolled under. He keeps his eyes trained to Bowden, who is now leaning back into the crowd, allowing them to slap his shoulders and the arm he has raised in victory.
A loud hammering sound fills the hallway of the Manhattan Center, cameras drawing nearer and nearer to the source. As the camera pans along the wall we see dozens and dozens and dozens of fliers, each one sporting a picture of missing IWC athlete Cassidy Haze. A message is written just beneath the photographs.
”HAVE YOU SEEN ME?”
At the end of the hall we can see the woman who has been tirelessly papering the building with these fliers. Emily Cage, the woman who will not give up on finding her sister. Emily lowers the hammer in her hand that she was using to nail these fliers to the wall. She then leans in towards the picture of her sister, speaking to it.
Emily: I’m not giving up on you.
She lifts the hammer to drive a nail in even further before suddenly the lights in the hallway go out. Everything is blanketed in darkness for a matter of seconds that feel more like an eternity of unbearable suspense. When at long last the lighting returns to normal Emily finds her eyes wide and her skin whitening at what she sees. Stretched across the dozens and dozens of fliers that Emily just nailed to the wall are words smeared in what looks like blood.
”STOP LOOKING FOR ME.”
Reads this chilling and oh so haunting message directed at a mortified Emily.
Several IV bags come into view, each filled with blood and each moving in the direction of the ring. This precious bodily fluid hangs from a number of poles all ascending upwards from a push cart, and who should be shoving said cart? Haven’t you been following along? It’s New Eden of course. Serenity is steering the cart and her Queen Cindy Todd is right there beside her step for step.
Greyson: Well guys, I hope you’re ready for this.
Sparkles: Who could prepare themselves for Cartel Chaos?
Greyson: Serenity and Marina Valdivia, they’re going to settle maybe the most brutal rivalry in IWC history when they battle in the most barbaric match this federation can produce.
Frankie: Who could stay mad at Serenity? She’s so thoughtful. I mean, look, she’s bringing donated blood to the ring just so she can keep Marina going during their fight tonight,
Greyson: That is just beyond sadistic.
Sparkles: Nowhere near as sadistic as what we are about to see in only the third ever Cartel Chaos match in IWC history. They’re rare for a reason guys.
A stagehand is flung down to the floor by the massive hands of Borislav. The angry Russian is taking out all of his frustrations on anything and everything that might just get in his way. Luckily the rest of the IWC crew steers clear of the bloodied Borislav, who goes on stomping down the corridor and serving as one giant billboard. The message ‘Mika, 1-2 Cindy is coming for you,’ remains sliced into the flesh on his sternum, a halo of blood formed around this chilling statement.
Greyson: Borislav still running amok backstage.
Frankie: Why? Because Cindy Todd actually made him useful for once?
Sparkles: She carved that message into Borislav’s chest, using him to send a message to former New Eden member Mika Kozlov. Cindy wants her back.
Frankie: Who wouldn’t want Mika?
Greyson: Uhhhh, anyone who values keeping their equipment where it is as opposed to finding it floating in a mason jar.
A steel chair continues to extend from the hands of Victoria Salinas, who does not, as of yet, put to use the weapon she’d really like to cave in Cindy Todd’s skull with. Instead she paces back and forth in the catering area, ever tightening her grip on the steel and yet losing her grasp on her composure.
Sparkles: Another person who is going to be very interested in the outcome of this upcoming Cartel Chaos match.
Frankie: Hasn’t Victoria Salinas had enough of New Eden?
Greyson: She and her best friend Marina Valdivia have been embroiled in an intense rivalry with New Eden for months, one has to think that when the shit hits the fan Victoria will be there to have her bud’s back.
Frankie: Yeah-yeah-yeah, we saw how well these two having one another’s backs worked out at the last pay-per-view. Marina and Victoria just have to face facts, nothing they do will save them from New Eden
The chorus of ‘Glamorous’ starts to play over the loud speakers, enticing a huge reaction from the packed Manhattan Center crowd. Thousands leap to their feet in accordance with Marina Valdivia’s entrance. The moment she comes to the stage the response becomes damn near deafening. Customarily Marina would spend some time playing to the crowd’s cheers and traversing a red carpet, she does neither tonight. Instead she is no nonsense, no fanfare, nothing but homicidal, and ready to unleash her murderous intents on her greatest IWC rival.
Greyson: My heart is literally in my throat right now.
Sparkles: Sparkles doesn’t blame you. It’s scary enough to think that Marina Valdivia is about to go one on one with Serenity, but you’ve got to couple that with the fact that their war will be contested under Cartel Chaos rules.
Greyson: At Upping the Ante this feud between Marina and Serenity escalated to the level where only a bout as barbaric as the one we’re about to see could settle it.
Sparkles: After Marina endured TWO grueling number one contender tournament matches it was Serenity who played a crucial part in seeing her lose in the finals.
Frankie: That’s only scratching the surface of what Serenity has done to Marina though. She’s left Valdivia lying in puddles of blood on multiple occasions.
Greyson: Including several months ago right before the two were slated to face off for the World Championship. But it’s not titles and it’s not contenderships on the line right now, this is all about vengeance, honor and pride.
Frankie: No Lovejoy, this is all about BLOOD.
Marina seems eager to spill some, especially after several moments ago her opponent threatened to stab her in the eye with a needle. She wants this, she needs this, and she’s through waiting for this, her chance to at last achieve some retribution…..Buuuuut it’s only further delayed on account of the images that consume the Cartel-tron.
Tabitha: I’m sorry Marina…
Marina’s head whips around and whips around fast to the big screen which has the face of her agent Tabitha Silverstone stretched across it. The words ‘pre-recorded’ are printed in the bottom left corner of the screen.
Greyson: Tabitha Silverstone again appearing on the Cartel-tron.
Sparkles: In the same type of pre-recorded message that played right before another of her client’s matches earlier tonight.
Greyson: All because Tabitha is ‘apparently’ not here due to injury.
Sparkles: Sparkles could have sworn we saw her backstage a little while ago.
Greyson: Your eyes weren’t deceiving you.
Frankie: Of course they were. Obviously you were suffering some type of puppet related hallucination. Why would Tabitha ‘pretend’ to be injured and then put together these videos?
Greyson: Because Tabitha is out….of….her….mind. She’s been acting just downright strange for weeks.
Marina’s eyes form pinpoint dots on the big-screen and on the pouting expression of her agent. Before Tabitha proceeds with her ‘pre-recorded’ speech she adjusts her thick lensed sunglasses.
Tabitha: If you didn’t hear that, let me reiterate, ‘I’m sorry.’ From the very depths of my soul I am sooo sorry. I know how badly you need me to be there tonight, standing in your corner, supporting you in this, your greatest hour of need.
Obviously Tabitha has a flare for the melodramatic.
Tabitha: But due to injuries that were inflicted on me several months ago I’m not going to be able to stand there in your corner, PHYSICALLY. But don’t worry, SPIRITUALLY I will never-ever leave your side.
Marina doesn’t look that sympathetic nor supportive.
Tabitha: In one way or another, injury or no injury, I’ll always be there for you, every step of the way. Just as I’m sure you’ll always be there for me, even through the good times and the BAD times. You and I, we’ll never turn our backs on one another. We’re more than just agent and client, we’re FAMILY. That’s why I’m battling through this post-concussion syndrome to send this message out to you in the hopes that in some small way my words can inspire you to overcome your own injuries, and power through the pain that Serenity will no doubt subject you to in this Cartel Chaos match.
Tabitha’s words can be described as anything but ‘inspirational.’
Tabitha: During this match, if you start to falter, if you start to fail, I want you to remember me, but more importantly remember my words. The only way for you to overcome New Eden’s darkness is to EMBRACE it. Absorb the evil and use it. If your enemies will abuse the ‘dark,’ if they will wield it, then you should do the same. I can attest to the benefits of welcoming darkness in your soul.
The sunglasses on the bridge of her nose are adjusted.
Tabitha: In the words of your opponent tonight, it’s time Marina, it’s time for you to go ‘rogue.’
The video cuts out but the words uttered by Tabitha continue to resonate with her client. Marina continues to pontificate upon her agent’s comments while she awaits the arrival of her most embittered nemesis. At last, no more delays, the theme of ‘My World’ start to play all throughout the arena, indicating that Serenity is headed for the ring. The black eyes of the New Eden member seem to be darker than ever as they reflect the visual of Marina pacing the ring. A smile sits on Serenity’s face, ghoulishly delighting in the images that are flashing through her head. She visualizes everything, every horrific act that will be visited upon her rival. A rival that will be kept going in spite of all her blood loss thanks to the donated sanguine that is being pushed down the ramp. Cindy and Serenity are shoving a cart that holds up a number of IV poles with bags filled with blood hanging from them.
Sparkles: Looks like the blood-drive paid off for New Eden.
Frankie: Marina’s going to need every single drop of donated blood before this match is over.
Greyson: Last year in the Cartel Chaos match at this same event it was Taylor Chase versus Ba’al for the World Title, and after what those two did to each other they required multiple blood transfusions. I expect the same will be required for both Serenity and Marina after what they do to each other in this match.
Sparkles: This is a message to our viewing audience, IF you are still letting your kids watch this, then tell them to put on some rain slickers, cause chances are there’s going to be so much blood it could come splashing through your television screens.
Greyson: These two have been embroiled in a rivalry with one another for so long that’s it almost hard to believe that it all ends right here, right now, in arguably the most anticipated main event we’ve had in quite some time.
MARINA VALDIVIA VS. SERENITY:
CARTEL CHAOS
The cart that holds multiple blood bags is left at ringside along with Cindy Todd, the Queen of Chaos watching as her charge enters the ring. Serenity makes her way up the steps and then up the turnbuckle, standing on the middle rope and leaning into the ring as she winks in Marina’s direction. Serenity lives to regret making this condescending gesture to her rival, because the moment she does she finds herself on the receiving end of a hurricarana. Marina catches her adversary totally off guard by running across the ring, stepping up the turnbuckle and then leaping into a top rope frankensteiner. The power of Marina’s legs throw Serenity nearly the length of the ring before hitting the canvas, with all the impact felt throughout her back.
Sparkles: What a way to start this match!
Greyson: Frankensteiner right from the get-go.
Frankie: And look here, Marina is already fetching some hardware.
There is no more waiting, Marina’s had enough of that. She rolls from the ring, lifts the tarp hung from the apron and reaches below to grab some weapons. And we’re not talking steel chairs, or street signs, no, she goes for the heavy artillery, dragging out a ladder.
Greyson: A ladder!?!
Sparkles: Marina’s not beating around the bush.
Frankie: I do plenty of that on Saturday nights with a big ole’ bottle of lubricant
Greyson: Less details please. The urgency in which Marina brings these weapons into play just goes to show the intensity of this rivalry.
Marina eagerly slides the ladder into the ring and then follows it inside. She is right on top of a still stunned and still kneeling Serenity, stomping her to the back of the head several times. Ultimately she drags Serenity not only to her feet but to Marina’s shoulder. It looks like Marina is about to hit her bitter nemesis with a running powerslam onto the ladder. She rushes forward in order to hit the move only to have Serenity slide back from her rival’s shoulder, land behind Marina and then give her a hard shove. Marina is sent staggering towards the ladder but then jumping over it, and then jumping onto the turnbuckle she was hurdling into. Marina leaps from the top rope, twists in mid-air, lands on Serenity’s shoulders and pops off with a hurricarana.
Sparkles: That was agile!
Greyson: And it totally caught Serenity by surprise.
Frankie: Not often that someone can claim that.
The stunned Serenity rolls to the outside of the ring to get a bit of a breather and regroup. She would seek guidance from Cindy but her Queen keeps a distance. Why? So as to avoid the body that goes flying through the ropes into a suicide headbutt. Marina hurdles herself with so much force into Serenity that it almost sends the former World Champion through the barricade.
Marina isn’t about to let up on her nemesis. She lunges up onto the barricade and starts to walk it like a tightrope before leaping off and hitting a back heel kick that catches an unsuspecting Serenity right in the temple. The stiff kick knocks Serenity from her feet and to the floor.
Marina looks to take advantage of her opponent’s positioning. She jumps to the apron above Serenity and then looks out over the crowd, summoning the courage to hit the move she has in mind next. Whatever Marina had dreamt up suddenly becomes irrelevant, because Serenity rolls out of the way and ends up standing with the aid of the barricade. She leans against the barrier, which stops being of aid to her and starts to be a hindrance. Suddenly Marina leaps off the apron, swings around and hits a spinning leg lariat that hits Serenity in the chest. The impact sends Serenity flipping back over the barricade and into the crowd.
Greyson: Marina has shown that she is perhaps the most improvisational athlete on this whole roster.
Sparkles: She definitely knows how to change things up on the fly.
Serenity is learning this the hard way, looking all disorientated as she crawls through the crowd, shoving numerous fans aside in the process. Behind her back her opponent is waiting for just the right opportunity to deliver another high impact move. Marina leaps up to the barricade then flies off into the crowd, smashing Serenity in the face with a flying forearm.
Greyson: Marina FLYING into the crowd!
Frankie: Nailing that forearm smash right upside Serenity’s head.
Sparkles: Serenity just can’t catch a break here thus far.
Serenity dragged from the floor and then given an Irish whip right into a retaining wall in the crowd. Serenity’s face smashes off the plaster with some force.
A very disorientated Serenity stumbles into the stairs falling into them. Though she’s unconscious of what she’s doing, Serenity starts to climb those steps with Marina following right behind her. One clubbing blow after another nails Serenity over the lower and upper back. Yet even while suffering these shots Serenity is standing back up. She finds it a lot harder to stay upright when she’s spun around and nailed with a headbutt, a blow so forceful it sends her to the floor. She crawls along until she’s almost standing on top of the very wall she was thrown into the side of several moments ago.
Greyson: We knew this brawl wasn’t going to stay in the ring.
Sparkles: Sparkles is surprised it was in the ring as long as it was.
Frankie: Yeah, for all of about a minute.
Greyson: Now these two are fighting into very dangerous territory.
As Marina steps up to Serenity’s side she hesitates in order to give the fans a good long look at her fierce stare. The passion in her eyes infuses the fans with an equal amount of passion, rallying behind Marina as she grabs her rival by the hair and starts to lead her along to her feet. Though this ends up with Marina being led along, into the shoulders of her rival. Before the California All-Star even knows what’s happening she’s being hit with the death valley driver, which sends her flying over the side of a wall and crashing several feet into a number of vacant steel chairs at ground level.
Greyson: OOOOHHH HOOOLY GAHD!
Frankie: Yikes.
Sparkles: Death-Valley Driver! Death-Valley Driver flinging Marina a good seven feet before plummeting into those chairs!
The crowd is awe stricken as they see Marina thrown from such an elevated height and hear her body slam through a number of chairs. . Marina is out, totally out, her body just lying there amongst several broken chairs and not moving one inch. Having Marina in this condition is not good enough for Serenity, who picks up a steel chair and steps on top of the wall.
Greyson: Don’t do this Serenity….
There is no reasoning with this wild woman, who leaps off the wall, falls just as far as Marina and crashes down into an elbow drop on her nemesis. Not just any elbow drop though, because the chair was tucked under Serenity’s arm the whole time. The steel is driven and driven with such malice, with such force, with such brutality into Marina’s chest.
Frankie: AAAAAAH!!!
Greyson: ARE YOU NUTS SERENITY!?!
A holy shit chant is echoing throughout the Manhattan Center as Serenity and Marina suffer across the arena floor. They are both in an equal amount of pain but Serenity is the first on her feet and Marina soon follows, just not under her own power. Serenity yanks her opponent onto her feet then just flings her down to the floor by the back of the head. Marina is sent rolling across the ground and towards the barricade. Amazingly Marina is able to will herself back onto her feet. She stands just in time to have her skull cracked when a steel chair goes swinging right upside it. Serenity delivers the blow with so much force that there is no amount of Advil in the world that will heal Marina’s headache.
A damn near braindead Marina goes flopping over the barricade and into the floor while Serenity follows, chair still in her hands. Serenity swings the steel across Marina’s lower back, potentially severing her spine on impact.
Frankie: See guys, this is where Serenity is at her best, in matches where there are no rules, no count outs, no disqualifications. Serenity was bred in this type of environment
Sparkles: Yeah, Serenity was probably taking chair shots even while she was in the womb.
Serenity takes Marina by the shoulders, pulls her up to her knees and then begins to club her across the chest repeatedly. Finally Serenity stops throwing the elbows in order to throw a foot. A boot nails Marina to the temple, knocking her into a roll across the mats. She ends up back on her feet where her fight for survival will continue. And that’s just what Marina does, FIGHT. Shockingly she manages to hit a forearm to the ribs of Serenity, followed by another, and then a third. These unexpected strikes have Serenity staggering back and then rolling into the ring to avoid her rival’s wrath. Her back may be in need of surgical repair but Marina gets up and starts to limp along after her opponent. She grabs the ring apron and leans against it, taking a second to mend….a costly second. Suddenly Serenity runs the length of the ring and hits a basement dropkick, not into Marina, but into the base of the ladder that was thrown into the ring earlier. As a result of this kick the opposite end of the ladder is sent sliding under the ropes and smacking Marina right in the mouth.
Greyson: Now the ladder comes into play!
Sparkles: Sparkles had almost forgotten totally about it.
Marina hasn’t forgotten the ladder, the pain in her jaw reminding her that she brought that very weapon into this equation. The ladder will continue to be used against her as it’s taken by Serenity and stretched out between the perpendicular ropes that converge in one corner of the ring. Serenity has turned it into a makeshift platform that Marina is about to get very up close and personal with.
Serenity exits the ring but it’s only so she can return to it with Marina in hand. Somehow Marina manages to fight back from her kneeling base on the canvas, hitting a forehead to Serenity’s ribs. The shot doubles Serenity over and Marina tries to stand up and regain the advantage she had in the opening salvo. She hits a stiff punt kick right to Serenity’s ribs, staggering her back. Marina then runs into Serenity with a clothesline only to have it countered when she’s caught with a drop toe hold. Much to Marina’s dismay her face comes tumbling down towards the steel rungs of the ladder. Marina’s head bounces off of the ladder and the impact causes her to go whipping around before coming to a rest on her seat. The back of her head is propped up against the very ladder her face was just mangled against.
Serenity: How about a little help, my Queen.
Serenity asks for assistance in the form of the weapon that Cindy Todd is tossing into the ring. A steel chair has ended up in Serenity’s hands. She then runs around the ring several times building momentum before leaping from her feet, sticking the chair under her boots and dropkicking it deliberately into Marina’s face. As a result Marina’s head is crushed between the ladder and the chair.
Frankie: That one hurt.
Greyson: Don’t be so glib about it.
Frankie: I didn’t think I was.
Sparkles: An impact like that could result in internal brain damage.
Frankie: Is there a such thing as external brain damage?
Sparkles: Good question.
After having her head sandwiched between steel there doesn’t look to be many active brain-cells left in Marina’s head. What little there remains are dislodged from her skull when she’s led along by the bangs, has her skull draped over the ladder and a chair about to crush her cranium. Serenity delights in the anticipation of hitting a con-CHAIR-to….no….a con-chair-LADDER-to. It’s going to be Christmas come early for Serenity, receiving her greatest gift, the end of Marina’s career. The chair in Serenity’s hands swings and nails the LADDER. Surprisingly Marina still has the presence of mind to get the heck out of the way, saving herself from a potentially life shortening blow to the head. She then staggers in behind Serenity only to find herself on the receiving end of a mule kick.
A cringing Marina backs away from Serenity while doubling over her potentially fractured ribs. But it’s her head she should be protecting, because a chair shot comes flying right towards it. A chair shot that Marina just barely avoids via dropping down into a forward roll. Groans can be heard from Serenity when she misses her chair shot, but then it’s moans that can be heard when Serenity turns around and finds herself on the receiving end of a Van Daminator!
Marina unleashes a spinning heel kick that nails the chair and drives it straight back into Serenity’s face. The impact has the former World Champion stumbling around looking about as disorientated as a spoiled hotel heiress exiting a nightclub. Somehow she remains on her feet after the chair went smashing into her skull. In an act that defies belief, Serenity actually lifts the chair and tries to use it once again. This time Marina leaps onto the ladder that is stretched across the perpendicular ropes, then springs back off of it, hitting a heel kick that nails the chair and the chair nails Serenity in her mug. The collision seemingly knocks Serenity unconscious and Marina is quickly following up with the pin.
Greyson: The chair BOUNCING off of Serenity’s face twice, and now Marina closing in on her revenge.
Sparkles: Marina looking to end the most intense rivalry of her IWC career.
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There remains no end in sight for Marina as her opponent throws her shoulder from the ring. The kick out causes Marina to roll away as her injuries steadily begin to catch up with her. That DVD off the wall continues to plague her, yet in spite of that pain she’s gathering up a steel chair. She places the weapon on top of Serenity’s face and then runs into the ropes, springing to the middle cable, twisting in mid-air and then hitting a leg drop right across the chair. The impact to her face has Serenity twitching and writhing across the canvas, but she stops moving entirely when her opponent springs off another set of middle ropes and hits the lionsault. She crashes down right into Serenity’s ribs, leaving the former World Champion potentially dead to rites.
Greyson: Marina’s athleticism and speed a very dangerous combination that is keeping her alive in this match.
Frankie: The fact that she’s doing all of this after that DVD she took early in this match is beyond my comprehension.
Marina’s wounds are weighing her down even as she approaches the ladder that was brought into the equation earlier. She takes the ladder away from the ropes before placing it on top of Serenity. The weapon is stretched over her rival and is about to be driven down into it. Marina points at the top rope, eliciting a huge response from the crowd.
Sparkles: Marina’s going to end this right now fellas. She’s gonna hit the California Splash.
Greyson: Onto that ladder and into Serenity.
Not if Cindy Todd has anything to say about it, though it’s not words she minces. The moment that Marina gets to the top rope and readies to come flying off into the 450 splash Cindy intervenes. She leaps to the apron behind Marina, puts a hand to her posterior and shoves her off the corner. Marina ends up flipping through the air and then cracking her back against the edge of the ring apron before ultimately falling all the way to the floor.
Greyson: NOOOO!
Frankie: That was a N-A-S-T-Y landing!
Sparkles: Cindy shoved Marina off the ropes and onto that apro…..BORISLAV!
The crowd goes from groaning at the sight of Marina’s nasty spill to ringside, to expressing jubilation at the sight of Borislav running down the ramp. Cindy’s latest victim grabs hold of the Queen of Chaos’ ankle and pulls her down off the apron. Cindy falls to the floor in front of Borislav and then receives a vicious right hand across the jaw. The shot to her brow has Cindy staggered but she retaliates, kicking Borislav in his blood stained stomach. She then hits him with a headbutt that disorientates her just as much as it disorientates Borislav.
Greyson: Borislav and Cindy have been going at it all night long.
Sparkles: After Cindy turned Borislav into a walking letter, using him to send a message to her precious Mika Kozlov.
Greyson: Who Borislav was assigned to protect.
Frankie: I tell ya, these two are gonna…..ooooooh snap, looks like someone is about to join this party.
There is a rise in the crowd’s response when seeing Victoria Salinas running down the ramp with a steel chair in her hands. She keeps on running and running and building more and more momentum before leaping with chair under her arm right into both Borislav and Cindy. While the chair takes Borislav down, the strike from the steel sends Cindy spiraling into the barricade. Victoria then goes right after her, slapping a fist across her cheek several times.
Greyson: Victoria Salinas wants a piece of Cindy too.
Sparkles: They’ve been battling throughout the night as well.
Victoria backs away from Cindy and then takes the chair, setting it up on the mats. Victoria runs at it, steps off of it and then launches herself into a leg lariat that connects across the Queen of Chaos’ throat. The collision knocks both Cindy AND Victoria over the barricade into the crowd.
Although there’s so much violence going on outside of the ring the fans find their attention turning back to what’s going within the squared circle. Serenity has regained her faculties and has dragged the ladder across the canvas. She ends up sliding said ladder under the ropes and then elevating it above the ringside mats by placing one end across the barricade and the other across the apron.
Greyson: Serenity turning that ladder into a bridge.
Sparkles: And you just know she’s going to do something absolutely disgusting with it.
Frankie: That’s a guarantee.
Serenity stops focusing on the ladder and starts honing in on Marina, pulling her up from the ground. She puts all her strength into Irish whipping Marina towards the ladder, trying to drive her face into the steel. At the last second Marina drops into a baseball slide, slipping under the ladder. She may have avoided impact with the ladder once, but she won’t do it a second time. Serenity runs to the opposite side of the weapon and slides it along the apron and the barricade it’s positioned upon in order to drive it right into Marina’s face. The collision knocks Marina to the floor and potentially breaks a few teeth out of her mouth. When she takes her hands away from her face we see that there is blood squirting out of her nostrils, indicating that she’s suffered a broken nose.
Greyson: The ladder just SMASHED Marina’s face.
Sparkles: Look at the blood, look at the blood, her nose is broken.
The bloodied Marina is primed for the pickings. Serenity throws her into the ring and will follow her, once she grabs a useful tool. She approaches the cart that was left at ringside holding the multiple blood bags and removes a very long syringe and needle. The demented Serenity slides into the ring and prepares to puncture the flesh on her rival’s face. She takes Marina under the chin, pulls her to her seat and stands behind her back before swinging the needle down directly into Valdivia’s eye.
Greyson: OH MY GOD!
Sparkles: Wait! Marina’s blocking! Marina’s blocking it!
Marina reaches up and grabs Serenity by the wrist, restraining the needle. A growling Serenity pushes down on the needle with all of her strength, trying her best to puncture her rival’s eye. Marina blocks the point of the weapon from blinding her as she fights her way up from the canvas. Finally she twists herself around and manages to pull Serenity into the fireman’s carry. Marina then throws Serenity into the air while she herself falls to her back and elevates both knees. As a result Serenity crashes down into a double knee gut buster. The impact has sent Serenity thrashing around on the canvas, grabbing at her busted ribs. Meanwhile Marina is getting to her feet and getting the crowd riled up with her screams.
Marina: You want blood Serenity? I’ll give you blood.
Marina rolls out of the ring and then reaches beneath it, finding just the weapon she was looking for. A 2×4 covered in a spool of barbwire is revealed, Marina staring into the very item that her rival has used against her on multiple occasions.
Frankie: It’s about time.
Sparkles: Barbwire coming into the equation.
Greyson: That’s the very same weapon that ignited this feud. It was six months ago that Serenity used that barbwire to tie Marina to the ring ropes and then savagely maul her.
With blood still rolling from her nostrils Marina rolls into the ring and approaches her fallen adversary. Her target kneels on the ring, it almost looks as if Serenity is welcoming a shot from the barbwire. Marina gives her exactly what she has coming to her, lifting the barbwire and preparing to swing it. The weapon connects, the weapon in Serenity’s hand. She leaps to her feet and swings the needle she was holding right into Marina’s forehead. The stabbing blow slices through Marina’s scalp, with the crowd covering their mouths in shock over this gruesome image.
Greyson: OH JESUS!
Sparkles: Marina stabbed! Stabbed in the face!
Frankie: Friggin sick.
Marina hits the ground and her hands move to her perforated flesh, grabbing at the blood that is now seeping from her scalp. Serenity grabs, no, stabs at that wound. She drops down beside Marina and begins to repeatedly drive her needle down into Marina’s scalp over and over and over again.
Greyson: Stop this Serenity! Stop this!
Blood is puddling across Marina’s brow as a result of these continous gouges with the needle. Finally Serenity throws the needle aside and looks towards a new toy, the barbwire that was just introduced into this match.
Serenity: For me? You shouldn’t have.
The 2×4 is taken and before Marina can fight it the barbwire is being introduced to her already bloodied brow.
Greyson: No dammit!
Frankie: Marina’s next trip won’t be back to California, it’ll be to a plastic surgeon. Hahahahaha.
The barbwire is fileting the flesh from Marina’s face, causing more and more blood to come trickling down her cheeks and splashing across her sternum. Finally the weapon is thrown aside so that Serenity can hit an elbow down right into her gash on her opponent’s head. Serenity then pulls that bloodied head along into position for a piledriver….onto the barbwire 2×4. It takes a lot of Serenity’s strength but she manages to get Marina up and slam her down skull first into the barbwire with the pulling piledriver.
Frankie: That’s it, it’s over, it’s done.
Marina lies a motionless and bloodied mess on the canvas where she is now being pinned by the New Eden member.
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The cries from the crowd are louder than ever when they witness Marina’s arm flying from the ring.
Frankie: Give it up already Marina. You’re only making this worse on yourself.
Greyson: What a performance we’re seeing out of Marina tonight. As long as her heart is pumping she will not give up against Serenity.
Ghoulish giggles emanate from Serenity as she pulls Marina’s blood soaked head from the canvas and then lifts her into another pulling piledriver. Once again Marina’s head is mutilated upon impact with the barbwire, but this time the slam into the board is not followed by a pin. Serenity crawls not into the cover but into the steel chair that was used in this match earlier on. She takes a moment to admire the blood of her opponent that is smeared across her stomach. It greatly amuses Serenity to be saturated in Marina’s blood but what she finds all the more hysterical is what she intends to do with the chair. She opens it and sets it on the canvas before swooping in to grab her barely conscious opponent. Marina’s head is forced into position for the pulling piledriver, the third and potentially final one. Serenity looks as if she’s ready to ram Marina’s head into the chair only to be stopped right before she cripples her prey. Without warning Marina stands up and back drops Serenity, not onto the canvas, but onto the barbwire 2×4.
Greyson: OOOOOH! Into the barbwire! Into the barbwire!!
The lacerated back of the former World Champion rises from the barbwire as her wail of pain fills the arena. She twists away from the board, showing the blood that is rolling down her back. She finally reaches her feet just as Marina comes staggering along towards her. Serenity puts the kibosh on whatever Marina had planned as she drives a punch right into the bloodied brow of her nemesis. The impact sends Marina stumbling back towards the steel chair, almost falling right into it.
Serenity shakes off the impact with the 2×4 and now comes rushing as fast as she can move right into Marina….right into Marina’s spinning powerslam…a spinning powerslam that puts Serenity’s back through the set up chair.
Greyson: SIIIICK!
Sparkles: That powerslam! That powerslam putting Serenity through a-through a CHAIR!
Frankie: You guys knew this was going to be a war to end all wars.
That war has definitely resulted in much bloodshed, evident by Marina’s face, which is covered beneath several layers of crimson. Serenity also wears the wounds of this battle, her back feeling as if it was just shattered by the impact with the chair. Even still she’s starting to get up. She only reaches a STOOPED posture before Marina dashes towards her, catches her around the neck then leaps into the tornado DDT. Serenity is swung around with her face eventually coming down right into the barbwire 2×4.
Greyson: Tornado DDT onto BARB-FRIGGIN-WIRE!
Sparkles: That’s GOT to do it, it just has to.
Now Marina and Serenity are starting to resemble one another. Blood is now flowing down Serenity’s face, just pouring from the laceration left in her scalp. She tries to push through, sliding across her back and towards the turnbuckle. She sits herself up against it, leaning back and letting the whole world get a good look at all the blood that is running down her cheeks. Blood loss will be the least of her worries. The barbwire 2×4 has found its way into Marina’s hands and now finds its way into Serenity’s chest. Marina leaves the weapon pressed against her opponent’s sternum before approaching another tool, a warped steel chair. What’s left of her energy is channeled into moving towards the ropes, sliding through them to the apron and then climbing the nearest turnbuckle. She gets one foot on the top cable before pausing to look through her crimson mask at all the fans.
Frankie: Oh, don’t tell me, don’t you tell me Marina’s gonna do what she’s thinking about doing here.
Greyson: If she does it’ll straight up kill Serenity.
Sparkles: That might be what it takes.
Marina steps all the way onto the top rope before she flies all the way across the ring. In mid-air she puts the chair under her boots and delivers a coast to coast dropkick that drives the steel into the barbwire and into Serenity’s body
Greyson: VAN-TERMINATOR!
Sparkles: Marina going coast-to-coast!
The fans are frothing in sheer exuberance as the chair and the barbwire rips Serenity’s body apart. Marina rolls away from her opponent, who has blood spurting from multiple areas of her face and her body. Her exsanguinated husk is dragged out of the corner to the middle of the ring where she’s pinned by Marina.
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Greyson: Marina finally ending this war.
The referee’s hand comes down again but it didn’t come down fast enough, because Serenity kicks out and kicks out in barely enough time to prevent a loss.
Sparkles: How on God’s green earth did Serenity just do that!?!
Frankie: Cause she’s a friggin monster. A livin’ breathin’ monster.
Many in attendance have their hands on top of their heads as they express total disbelief over Serenity’s kick out. Marina is equally as stunned that this blood-letting isn’t over. She stands just in time to be left lying thanks to the side kick that nails her in the cheek. The crowd is all over Borislav the moment he lays Marina out with this unexpected shot.
Greyson: Dammit Borislav!
Sparkles: The man’s got issues with everyone.
Greyson: This is the same thing we saw back at Upping the Ante when Marina took on Mika Kozlov. Borislav interfered in that bout as well.
Unfortunately for Marina, she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Borislav could care less about her, he’s only after Serenity. His hands take hold of her once blonde but now blood red hair, dragging her up slowly from the canvas with murderous intentions. But just then a steel chair slams over his back, resulting in a loud roar. Victoria Salinas is in the ring and she is getting some retribution for her friend by driving the chair over Borislav’s back. The big man growls as he turns around and finds his head on the receiving end of the sickest chair shot anyone anywhere has ever seen.
Greyson: OH GOD!
Sparkles: Jeeeez that was one bad chair shot!
The stiffest of stiff chair shots has taken Borislav off his feet and through the ropes to the outside of the ring. Victoria is about to follow after him but has a hard time of it she’s being caught from behind. A stunned Victoria is whipped around towards Serenity, who quickly lifts her opponent into a fireman’s carry and then into the F5.
Sparkles: F5! F5!!
Greyson: Serenity dropping Victoria with the F5!!
Victoria’s head bounces off of the ring with enough force to send her rolling under the ropes. She spills to the ground right beside Borislav, the two in an equal amount of pain. Surprisingly Borislav is working his way up from the ground with his fist connecting across Victoria’s head. He starts to compel Victoria to her feet even while crushing the bones in her face with his big right hands. Neither he nor Victoria are aware that Cindy Todd has recovered until she runs across the ring apron, does a forward flip over a turnbuckle and then comes down with a senton plancha right into both individuals down below.
Greyson: CINDY TODD!
All three bodies at ringside take a plunge into the floor and this time none of them are getting up any time soon. There’s only one person in or around the ring moving at the moment and its Marina. She crawls out of the squared circle and onto the ladder that remains bridging between the apron and the barricade. She reaches the mid-point of this makeshift platform and instinctively starts to push herself up off of it. Just as she begins to get her footing, albeit crouched over, she finds her head caught, caught right in Serenity’s clutches. Serenity leaps from the ring to the top rope then springs off, flies towards Marina and catches her with a DDT that spikes her down into the ladder.
Frankie: What the hell was that!?!
Greyson: Almost a version of the Serenity Now on top of the ladder!
Frankie: How much can these bodies take?
Marina’s head cracks off of the ladder and her body goes flopping off to the floor, falling a couple feet. An equally as banged up Serenity remains on top of the rungs, trying to regain her faculties but she ain’t having much luck. Eventually she manages to get Marina back into the ring and Serenity is right on top of her, throwing her bloodied torso over her opponent’s chest.
Greyson: That DDT spiking Marina’s head against the ladder and now she’s closing in on victory.
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The fans and Serenity alike express total shock when Marina, in spite of blood loss and physical fatigue, kicks out.
Sparkles: Marina digging down deep and getting her shoulder up.
Frankie: She must really want to leave the ring tonight in a body-bag.
Greyson: At this rate they may both be removed from the ring in a hearse.
The DDT into the ladder has reopened the wound in Marina’s scalp, meaning there’s even more blood flooding her face. Serenity drags Marina up from the ground and pulls her into a fireman’s carry, hoisting her up and then into the F5.
Sparkles: FFF-FIIIIIVVEEEE!
Greyson: Serenity hitting another one, this time on Marina.
Frankie: Yup. Marina got to feel her best friend’s pain.
Although Serenity could follow this up with a pin she doesn’t. Instead she grabs the 2×4 covered in barbwire and repositions it, putting it close enough to prove invaluable to her. It takes quite a bit of doing but Serenity drags Marina up from the ring and then into her shoulders, going for yet another F5, this one into the barbwire.
Marina swings around but it’s not into the DDT.
She slides out of the fireman’s carry, drops behind Serenity and then pulls her over into the backslide.
Sparkles: BAAAACKSLLIIIIDDDEE!
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After everything these two have went through in the course of this match and the course of this rivalry, a backslide just isn’t going to end it. Serenity gets her shoulder up and then falls back to her feet. She then runs right at Marina only to find herself caught with a drop toe hold. As a result Serenity’s face comes flying down right into the 2×4 covered in barbwire.
Greyson: That barbwire being used again.
Serenity’s lacerated face pulls back from the barbwire as she rolls across the ring. She absent mindedly ends up on the ring apron, kneeling beside the ladder that remains bridging between the apron and the barricade. Serenity sluggishly starts to stand up before doubling right back over when a kick hits her in the ribs. An exhausted Marina still has the strength to lift Serenity upside down before stepping onto the rungs of the ladder and then driving her opponent’s head directly into the steel with a running piledriver. Every fan inside of the Manhattan Center are jumping up and down in total shock over that last maneuver, which almost broke the ladder in half.
Greyson: Words cannot even describe what we just saw.
Sparkles: That was the most brutal piledriver Sparkles has ever seen.
Greyson: In the most brutal match either of us have ever witnessed.
The crowd is just exploding after that last move which has left both Marina and Serenity lying on the arena floor after crashing down from the ladder. Although she can’t even process thoughts at the moment Serenity’s body is instinctively crawling along the ringside mats. Her face is completely buried beneath about three layers of blood which is trailing behind her as she moves closer and closer to the announce table.
Frankie: You guys stay the hell away from me.
Sparkles: This Cartel Chaos match is coming our way.
Serenity is pawing at the table, using it to try and get her wobbly legs to stabilize beneath her. Just then Marina comes in from behind and comes in swinging. The ring bell is in Marina’s clutches and it is now cracking across the back of Serenity’s head. The blow knocks Serenity forward, causing her to drop across the surface of the table where her eyes gloss over, indicating that she is absolutely brain-dead at this point. The ring-bell falls out of Marina’s hands as the weapon does not factor into her plans. She rolls into the squared circle and grabs the top rope. Although she’s lost so much blood and her body has endured so many blows throughout the course of this match she is still about to go high risk.
Greyson: What is Marina thinking here?
Sparkles: Sparkles doesn’t think we want to find out.
Well the puppet is about to. Marina lunges to the top rope and then to the screams of thousands she comes flying off into the 450. The California Splash is used to hurl Marina towards Serenity and towards the announce table. That table EXPLODES when Marina’s body, and Marina’s body ALONE, goes crashing through it. In the eleventh hour Serenity rolls out of the way. The table explodes into thousands of pieces around Marina.
Greyson: OOOOOH SHIIIIT!
Frankie: Marina just plunged right through our table bruh!
The crash through the table has left Marina totally motionless, her body just lying there on the floor as limp as a noodle. Serenity, bloodied face and all, scrapes Marina off the ground and throws what’s left of her opponent into the ring. Only the whites of Serenity’s eyes can be seen, which makes her look as crazed as ever upon reaching the top rope. This time it’s Serenity who goes hurdling through the air, hitting the shooting star press.
Greyson: The Serenity Now delivered!
The commentators and the crowd are united in their despair at the sight of the official making the three count the second Serenity has hooked her rival’s leg.
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Marina’s ill-advised 450 through the announce table, combined with the shooting star press has ended what was one of the most brutal and career shortening rivalries. Or so it would have if Marina hadn’t launched a shoulder off the ring at the last possible moment.
Frankie: WHAT!!??!!
Greyson: Marina just barely, and I mean just BARELY getting her shoulder up!
Frankie: WHAT!!??!!
The whole of the Manhattan Center are on their feet screaming and chanting Marina’s name. Serenity just can’t believe it as she sits there on the canvas, eyes wider than they have ever been, jaw hanging lower than it’s ever hung. Never before has Serenity looked as shocked as she looks right now. Her eyes pierce through her mask of blood towards the turnbuckle. Serenity climbs in its direction, scaling the corner to the very top rope. If one Serenity Now didn’t do the trick a second definitely will. She takes to the air, flips towards Marina and comes crashing down right into nothing but CANVAS. Marina rolls out of the way JUST in time, causing Serenity to go flying past her and smashing against the ring.
Frankie: WHAT!!???!!
Serenity is more surprised than ever as she bounces off the ring and ricochets from it onto her feet. The moment that Serenity stands up she finds her head caught from behind and her body flipping back into the inverted hurricarana. The top of Serenity’s head collides directly with the steel chair introduced far earlier in this match.
Greyson: Marina summoning what strength she has left to hit that inverted hurricarana!!
Sparkles: And look, she’s climbing the turnbuckle! Good lord Marina is climbing the turnbuckle!
Greyson: This….is….unbelievable.
Although she’s in the worse shape of her life Marina scales the turnbuckle, gets to the very top rope and then goes flipping through the air. The California Splash connects.
Greyson: CALIFORNIA SPLASH!!
Sparkles: NO! Serenity caught her.
Amazingly Serenity manages to reach up and catch Marina as she crashes into her, turning her momentum into an inside cradle. The fans are shivering, their heads shaking in astonishment as the referee makes the count.
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Greyson: NOT THIS WAY!
The referee’s hand is merely an inch removed from the canvas before Marina’s arm launches up from it.
Greyson: IN-CRED-IBLE!
Sparkles: That was so friggin close.
Frankie: I really thought that was going to be it bruhs.
After rolling out of the pin Marina gets back to her feet as fast as her body will allow, turning just as Serenity comes flying off the second rope. In mid-air Serenity twists around in order to crack her opponent in the face with the roundhouse kick but Marina ducks and ducks just in time to cause her rival’s leg to go flying right over her head. Serenity ends up taking the plunge to the canvas while her rival ends up leaping to the top rope. Before Serenity has a chance to get up off of her back she has to contend with Marina hitting the 450 splash. This time Marina gets every bit of her finishing move, crashing down into and crushing Serenity’s sternum.
Greyson: There is it! There it is! The California Splash!!
Sparkles: And it brings to an end the most personal of rivalries!
Marina hooks Serenity’s leg and the referee makes the count.
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Greyson: It’s over….finally it’s all over.
The crowd is rejoicing in Marina’s victory before they nearly regurgitate at the sight of Serenity kicking out.
Frankie: No it’s not Lovejoy, it’s not over.
Greyson: I’m speechless. Just friggin SPEECHLESS.
The entire audience in a sheer malaise at the sight of Serenity getting her shoulder up. Both she and her opponent are in shreds as they inch their bloody bodies up and to their knees. Whatever either combatant has left is channeled into the punches they are throwing upside one another’s faces. When Marina’s fist connects to Serenity’s bloodied brow the crowd lets out a ‘yeah.’ This is followed by the obligatory ‘boo’ whenever Serenity’s fist lands across Marina’s cheek. This slug fest is not having the effect either fighter had hoped, instead of taking Serenity or Marina to the canvas they’re rising from it. Marina suddenly lets out a primal roar before unleashing a headbutt. She then follows it up with a kick to the gut and a hook of both of her adversary’s arms. All of Marina’s strength is put into the tiger bomb, throwing Serenity up but failing to throw her down. Serenity twists around in mid-air, landing on her feet right beside her opponent.
Serenity acts quick, throwing a forearm at Marina that slaps nothing but the dust trail that her target leaves in her wake. Marina ducks under the shot and takes off running into the ropes, ricocheting from them and then coming back in at Serenity. She charges right into a CHAIR SHOT!
The weapon is snatched from the canvas and then swung around directly into Marina’s skull, resulting in a halo of blood dispersing through the air. Somehow Marina is still on her feet, reeling back from the blow and falling against the ropes….no…ricocheting from them. She throws a lariat at Serenity that is DUCKED.
Serenity narrowly avoids the blow and then waits as Marina turns around, tossing her the chair instead of hitting her with it. Marina catches the weapon just as Serenity springs off the middle rope in front of her then twists into the roundhouse kick that nails the chair. The weapon flies back into Marina’s face, the sound of steel to skull reverberating throughout the Manhattan Center.
Greyson: Springboard roundhouse upside the damned chair!
Frankie: Upside Marina’s damned face!
Sparkles: It’s over. Gosh darn it’s GOT to be over.
Greyson: For the longevity of either of these athletes’ careers I hope it is.
Serenity kneels on the canvas having trouble following through with her last move until she finally at long-long last throws an arm over her opponent’s stomach and puts this clash at an end.
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The fans go almost hoarse when they see Marina’s arm limply rising from the canvas.
Sparkles: How the fudge nuggets did that just happen?
Greyson: I wish I had answers for you, Sparkles. I really-really wish I had answers.
The fact that Marina has kicked out leaves Serenity downright inconsolable. It doesn’t take a shrink to tell what she’s thinking right now, obviously asking herself what more she has to do in order to finally avail herself of her rival. Her eyes look around the ring and ultimately settle on the corner of the ring where she sees something that nobody else, or at least the more sane members of the audience, fail to see. Serenity crawls to the corner and grabs at the canvas, pulling and pulling it until it starts to tear away. The wooden boards beneath the ring canvas are now exposed.
Sparkles: The ring being torn apart.
Frankie: Sure, why not. They’ve already destroyed our announce table, might as well as destroy the ring too.
Greyson: Don’t tell me that Serenity plans to use those wooden boards as a weapon.
The canvas continues to be pulled and pulled until a substantial portion of the wooden layer of the ring is revealed. Serenity gets light headed, staggering back a little but overcoming her disorientation She goes back after Marina, pulling her along onto the wood and preparing to spike her head into it. All of Serenity’s strength is employed to pull Marina up into a piledriver, not just any piledriver though, a CRADLE piledriver.
Greyson: Don’t do this Serenity!
She won’t have the chance to.
Before Serenity can hit the kill move she finds her opponent shifting her weight. Marina comes back down to her feet and then twists her way out of the piledriver position. She then drags Serenity into a kick to the gut followed by a hooking of both of her arms. It looks like Marina is going to deliver the tiger bomb on the hard wood but Serenity blocks it, forcing her shoulder into her opponent’s ribs and then pushing her back into the turnbuckle. All the air is driven out of Marina’s body upon striking the corner, her legs and her arms losing all of their power. Serenity, who is bleeding so profusely she looks like Sissy Spacek in the final moments of Carrie, runs at Marina and runs right into her opponent’s front face-lock.
The fans rejoice as Marina leaps to the middle rope and then captures her rival’s head. Everyone knows what Marina has in store next, including her opponent. Marina leaps from the corner and swings into the tornado DDT onto the wood beneath the ring. The move was scouted, Serenity putting her hands to Marina’s ribs and shoving her off. As a result Marina ends up landing on her elbows and knees while her opponent bares down on her. Serenity runs right into Marina and right into the barbwire that stabs her directly in the face. Marina has grabbed the very weapon that was used to start this whole rivalry, pulls it up from the ring and slams it straight into the inbound forehead of her nemesis. The barbwire rips through Serenity’s scalp and sends her reeling in reverse. She barely gets her footing and then in near movie monster fashion shakes off the skin cleaving shot from the barbwire. She runs with a growl at Marina and hits her opponent’s shoulder, finding herself being flung high-high-HIGH into the air with a back drop. Ultimately what goes up has to come down and Serenity comes down HARD into the exposed wood.
Sparkles: Back drop onto that hard plywood!
Greyson: After Serenity’s face was hit with the 2×4 of barbwire!
Frankie: This ain’t happenin’! Do something Serenity! Do something Cindy. Someone do anything.
Marina IS doing something, falling into the corner then climbing it as fast as her body will allow. She gets to the very top rope where she almost loses her balance but she channels the energy of the fans, and all of her inner rage to summon the strength to go flipping from the corner into the California Splash. Serenity finds herself crushed between Marina and the plywood.
Greyson: Is this it!?! Is a second California Splash about to end this!?!
Frankie: Marina killed herself to just connect with that 450, she doesn’t have enough to follow up.
Just as Frankie pointed out, Marina has curled around her ribs instead of crawling over her opponent. The fatigue and the punishment Marina has endured has seemingly taken what little fight was left in her out of her body. She painstakingly crawls across the ring, but it seems that much like Serenity a few moments ago, Marina is drawn towards something that no one else sees. All becomes transparent when Marina grabs the ladder that has been employed so many times in this match and drags it into the ring. It takes all she’s got left to set the ladder up and then climb and climb, getting to the highest point. The white of her eyes widen, staring out through the blood that drenches her face. The crowd can see the intensity in Marina as she goes flipping almost from the top of the ladder into the California Splash. She crashes right into Serenity, yet again slamming her opponent’s back against the wood.
Greyson: AAAAHHH!!! 450! 450 FROM THE LADDER!
Frankie: HOLY CRAPPERS!
The crowd is jumping up and down in elation as Marina pushes through every last bit of pain that consumes her in order to hook Serenity’s legs.
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And the reception only gets louder and louder, now reaching its crescendo as the referee’s hand hits the canvas the third and the final time. Immediately Marina releases Serenity’s legs and rolls into a lifeless heap beside her opponent. Neither lady can move but both ladies are receiving a STANDING ovation.
Greyson: There are no words….
Sparkles: What a match. There, that was three words.
Once on her feet Marina buckles under her own weight and drops back to her knees. The blood loss and the physical battery she’s suffered in this match taking a heavy toll on her. The referee cautiously takes Marina’s arm and raises it into the air, causing the winner to grimace from the pain that radiates from her shoulder.
Greyson: Six months. Six bloody months. It all culminates to this one moment. This one win. The biggest in her IWC career.
Frankie: She definitely had to earn it though. These two just….beat…the shit…out of each other.
Sparkles: Sparkles has never seen the type of war we just witnessed between Serenity and Marina Valdivia.
It takes all that Marina has in her to stand up, finally taping into her final vestige of energy in order to embrace this win. Suddenly Marina erupts, letting out every bit of emotion in one big celebratory scream. She again falls to her knees but keeps both arms elevated to her sides, shaking her knuckles in victorious manner.
Greyson: Marina has done it tonight here at the End of the Year Special. She has vanquished without a doubt her greatest IWC rival, the woman who has victimized her over and over again, the woman who has cost Marina every title opportunity she’s had this year.
Frankie: Yeeeaaaah, guess she did kinda earn this one.
Sparkles: Think of everything Marina had to go through to win this match tonight. She was hit with a DVD into the crowd, stabbed multiple times with a needle, bludgeoned with chairs, ladders and barbwire, she even went through our announce table.
Greyson: And in the end she came flipping off that ladder into the California Splash to at last exorcize the demons known as New Eden. What a performance from both of these competitors tonight.
The celebration continues as Marina points out over the audience, who are chanting her name. Though soon the fans find themselves screaming something else….a warning….a warning that comes too late. Suddenly the barbwire 2×4 used throughout the Cartel Chaos match smacks right across the back of Marina’s head and the blow sends her toppling to the canvas.
Greyson: DAMMIT!
Sparkles: Whoa, what the hell….is….is….is…that?
It wasn’t Serenity who smashed Marina in the head with the 2×4.
It wasn’t Cindy Todd who mutilated Marina with the barbwire.
It was…Cassidy Haze, who just mangled Marina with the 2×4 wrapped in barbwire.
Greyson: CASSIDY HAZE!!??!!
Frankie: I don’t even know what to say.
Sparkles: She’s been missing for months!
Frankie: She’s not missing anymore.
Cassidy stands over an unconscious Marina with the 2×4 swaying from her hand. The barbwire is thrown aside as Cassidy’s demonic, dark eyes watch the blood flow from Marina’s skull. To the despair of the audience Cindy Todd has found her way back into the ring. For a moment Cassidy and Cindy exchange a tense stare down. That tension is broken when Cindy extends her hand towards Cassidy, who falls to her knees. Her head bows in the direction of the Queen of Chaos.
Greyson: This is absolutely chilling.
Sparkles: When last we saw Cassidy she was embroiled in a rivalry with New Eden, but now it looks like she’s serving them.
Frankie: Were New Eden the ones responsible for Cassidy’s disappearance all these months?
Greyson: What have they done to her?
Cassidy continues to bow before Cindy and she won’t be the last to kneel to the Queen. At last the blood on Serenity’s face has begun to clot, but it wouldn’t matter if gallons were still seeping out, she’d crawl along and enjoy this moment. She wraps an arm around Cassidy’s neck and gives her a hug while summoning the strength to actually smile and then to laugh.
Greyson: This is certainly not the way we wanted this night to end.
Sparkles: Marina Valdivia pulled off an amazing win here tonight but then Cassidy Haze came along and ruined her celebration.
Frankie: New Eden’s influence just continues to grow here in the IWC. Wins, losses, they don’t matter to these raving lunatics. They only care about one thing and one thing only, destruction.
Greyson: 2015 ends with a stunning revelation and what we thought would be closure between Marina and New Eden.
A victorious Marina is splayed across the canvas with her body and her face badly banged up. Meanwhile Serenity and Cassidy Haze kneel on the ring with Cindy stood above them, eyes observing all the wonderful, wonderful chaos.
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