Who doesn’t love a little Riot brand chaos? If that doesn’t float your boat, you’d be advised to switch over to something far tamer by comparison, like a Clive Barker movie or a film with Kane Hodder in the starring role. Because to the delight of sociopaths and anarchy enthusiasts worldwide this bi-weekly installment of Riot commences with a close up of a 2×4 enveloped in a spool of barbwire. It hangs via cable above the wrestling ring. The commentating trio provide an explanation as well as enhance the foreboding sight of this weapon dangled from on high.
Greyson: We’re underway with the latest edition of RIOT, and we’re not pulling any punches.
Frankie: Let me give the fans the skinny on what’s going on here, cause ya’ know my voice can set anyone at ease and make them weak in the knees. Tonight, we’re opening the show with a special preview of the Stairway to Hell match set to go down at our next pay-per-view Last Stand.
Sparkles: At the pay-per-view it’s going to be New Eden’s Cassidy Haze versus Marina Valdivia, tonight though it’s gonna be Cassidy one on one with her very own sister Emily Cage, and that collision will be under Stairway to Hell rules as well.
Greyson: These siblings collide in a Stairway to Hell match, and don’t go anywhere, cause that contest is…NEXT.
”Cut the Cord” by Shinedown plays in the background while a video package bombards the screen. An overhead shot, footage presumably provided by a drone, of a burning city skyline is the first in a string of violent imagery. Cut to IWC competitor Marina Valdivia walking down a street, navigating her way through burning and defaced vehicles. The scene switches over to a boiler-room where one can see the massive gloved fist of Miss Jon swinging across her wide abdomen and slapping into her palm. The visual that follows is of legend Orlando Cruze in the ring superkicking Tabitha Silverstone.
Another quick clip takes viewers to a playground in the dead of night. Mika Kozlov is seated on a warped, rusted and ashen carousel. It twists in a chillingly slow fashion with Mika’s legs dangling over the side. The video cuts to another location, the wrestling ring where Teiji Shintaro is mutilating the face of his victim Tyson Galloway by twisting a fork in his flesh. The following scene features Katelyn Buehler walking away from a building before the structure explodes into a ball of flame right behind her back. Back to the interior of the arena where we see Andre Jordan hitting a crossbody on Orlando Cruze that drives both men down through tables.
A graveyard is brought into view where numerous tombstones have been marked with graffiti. One such tombstone has Serenity seated on top it with a can of spray-paint shaking in her hand. The footage switches to Matthew Bowden coming off a corner with a corkscrew splash. The video then transitions into Taylor Chase standing on top of a ruined vehicle that has presumably been demolished by the crowbar that is flung back over her shoulder. Her focus isn’t on the car that’s been decimated, instead it’s on the freshly painted fingernails she’s blowing on.
Mya Denton is the next athlete featured as she delivers the shining wizard on a defenseless therapist trapped in the center of the ring. That image is short lived, replaced now by a clip of Karen, Melanie and Blaire McBride stood shoulder to shoulder around the flames that are rising from an old oil drum. The shot cuts to the squared circle where Cassidy Haze is smacking her own sister Emily in the face with a 2×4 wrapped in barbwire. The final image is from a police station that has been left in total ruin. All of the holding cells are open and there is no sight of the officers who would normally be hard at working filling those cages. Instead what we see is Kat Kelly seated in one of the cells with her hands and ankles bound by shackles, her mouth covered by a Hannibal Lecter style face mask. Seated just beyond Kat’s cage is her tag team partner Lexy Chapel, who is wearing a policeman’s cap that is turned sideways while she tears up the pages of a report, throwing the shreds into the air.
A fiery IWC emblem is the final image on the screen before the show goes LIVE.
Cameras go to the squared circle, or more accurately to the three figures who are moving towards it. The second the feed to the LIVE telecast is established the world witnesses the arbiters of DEATH descending down the ramp. The lyrics of ‘Judge & Jury’ are playing through the speakers as New Eden members Serenity, Cindy Todd and Cassidy Haze move in the direction of a ring that still has a barbwire wrapped 2×4 hanging high above it. In order to make sure Cassidy reaches New Eden’s favorite toy, she carries along a ladder.
Sparkles: For once Sparkles really-really wishes we had falsely advertised how we were starting tonight’s show.
Greyson: Couldn’t possibly agree with you more my little puppet pal. New Eden making their way in the direction of the ring where one of their own will face off against Emily Cage.
Frankie: In a Stairway to Hell match fellas. (Best AC/DC impression) Staiiiirrwaaaay toooo Heeeeeell!
Greyson: You know Frankie, something tells me you won’t be singing once this match gets underway.
Frankie: What will I be doing instead?
Greyson: My guess? Screaming.
Sparkles: Cassidy Haze about to take on her own sister, all stemming from what she did to Emily several weeks ago, bashing her in the face with a barbwire board.
Greyson: As we understand it, we’ve got our broadcast colleague Mark Comeau standing by backstage with Emily as we speak.
There’s Mark Comeau located front and center in the standard interview zone with open mic in his palm, but where oh where is Emily Cage, oh where oh where can she be? We see her just behind Mark’s shoulder, and her focus isn’t on the correspondent or on his questions, instead she’s in the middle of an argument with her on again off again lover, acclaimed IWC veteran Jackson Adams.
Jackson: Not in a million years….not in a million years!
Emily: Not like I’m giving you a choice.
Jackson: I didn’t show up here tonight just to stay back here while you go out and face a three on one mugging. I have to protect you.
Emily: No, you have to TRUST me.
Comeau: Uhhh, Mrs. Cage?
Emily keeps a hand to her man’s chest and her eyes are now looking back over her shoulder at the correspondent.
Comeau: In a few moments you’ll be facing off one on one against…
Emily: Go ahead and say it.
Comeau: Well, your own sister.
Emily: Is that such a strange occurrence around here? Seems family is always fighting family in the IWC.
Comeau: That’s true.
Emily: Well it IS strange when it comes to MY family. Cassidy and I have always looked out for each other, and that’s just what I’m about to do.
Comeau: (Sounding confused) Erm, by agreeing to face her in a Stairway to Hell match?
Emily: You bet. See, there’s only one way to get through all the layers of New Eden’s brainwashing, I have to CUT my way through Cassidy to reach the sister I know is still trapped inside.
There’s nothing much left to say, Emily takes off walking and leaves both Comeau and Jackson Adams behind, The pair don’t often share much in common, though at the moment they are united in their confusion.
CASSIDY HAZE VS. EMILY CAGE:
STAIRWAY TO HELL
Patiently waiting in the ring is Cassidy Haze, who has the ladder she brought out with her worn upon her shoulder. Stood around the ring is the queen of New Eden, Cindy Todd, and the Princess of Chaos, Serenity. The pair carefully study Cassidy as she prepares to put her ladder to use to reach a more destructive weapon dangled above the ring, a barbwire wrapped 2×4. All three sociopaths are about to get precisely what they want….CHAOS. The tunes of Emily Cage’s theme song are filtering through the PA system just as she stomps defiantly towards the squared circle.
Sparkles: Does Emily Cage really appreciate what she’s getting herself into here?
Frankie: Absolutely not. First the ditz challenges her own sister to a match here tonight and then she tells her man Jackson Adams to wait in the back? This girl’s just as stupid as the dye job on her hair.
Greyson: Or maybe Emily has a plan that your puny brain just can’t comprehend.
Frankie: Not one part of me is puny. Just ask your mother.
There is not a moment’s hesitation displayed by Emily as she stops at the end of the ramp, coming face to face with both Cindy Todd and Serenity. The pair seem to act as gatekeepers, and it isn’t until they part that Emily is able to enter the ring. Once inside it’s not Cindy, it’s not Serenity, it’s her own sister that Emily squares off with. Although she presently looks into Cassidy’s eyes, what she sees at that moment is not a trace of her long lost sibling. There is no warmth, there is no compassion or empathy in Cassidy’s expression, there’s only malice, menace and madness.
Frankie: Are you starting to get it Emily, is it getting through to those two brain-cells you’ve got left in your head that that’s NOT your sister anymore?
Sparkles: You would have figured she’d had realized that when Cassidy used that 2×4 hung over the ring on her two weeks ago.
Greyson: This match made as a result of that attack and also to serve as a preview for the Stairway to Hell match Cassidy will compete in against Marina Valdivia at Last Stand.
There may not be a preview, there may not be a match at all, not if Emily’s plans come to fruition. She doesn’t hold back, with her words.
Emily: Cass? Can you hear me?
Her hand extends toward her sister only to pull back just before she touches her.
Emily: It’s Emily, you know, you’re sister?
Each time Emily speaks she tilts her head to get a better look into her sibling’s face, studying it in the hopes to see a change in her expression.
Serenity: You mean MY sister, baby-cakes.
Shouts Serenity, not from ringside, but from the apron where she is now stood. This false claim has infuriated Emily to the point of turning her back on Cassidy in order to turn her fists on Serenity. Her knuckles go hurdling towards Serenity’s face with a punch cracking her in the lip. The blow sends Serenity down to the ringside, but while one mouth is shut another mouth is busted. The moment Emily’s focus returns to Cassidy a ladder smashes her lips. At last Cassidy greets her sister and does so by ramming the ladder that’s draped over her shoulder straight into her mouth.
Greyson: Emily getting a mouthful of ladder.
Sparkles: Just a precursor to the gore yet to happen.
Frankie: You want gore? Look at Emily’s horrible boob-job.
The impact with the ladder may have knocked lose a few of Emily’s teeth, she is pawing at them desperately. She tries to get up only to have Cassidy fling the ladder down into the small of her back. Emily rolls from the ring, spilling across the outside mats where she hopes she can have a moment to convalesce. That’s asking WAY too much.
Cassidy is following her sister, now waiting on the apron for Emily to get up. A double axehandle smashes Emily in the kidneys, the blow sending her stumbling along into the steel stairs. First it was the ladder that crushed Emily’s face, but now it’s the stairs she was leaning on. There is no remorse shown by Cassidy as she plants her sibling’s skull upside the steps and then throws her wounded body back inside the ring.
Cassidy goes on stalking her sister, who has been unable, or unwilling, to get any offense going. That’s all about to change. Cassidy starts to climb through the ropes and re-enter the ring but Emily gets on the defensive by taking the offensive. She dashes across the ring, catches Cass around the head then delivers the swinging neck-breaker. Cassidy is plucked from her feet, pulled the rest of the way through the ropes, and ultimately smacked on the back of her head with that last maneuver.
Greyson: Emily finally defending herself.
Frankie: Some sister she is.
Greyson: Don’t you even dare sit there and berate Emily for attacking her sister when Cassidy’s been trying to maul her throughout this match.
Cass won’t have the opportunity to do any more mauling considering she’s being dragged down face first into the ring via the X-Factor. After hitting the move Emily COULD follow it up by going for the barbwire board above the ring, but she doesn’t. Instead she’s sitting on the canvas expressing remorse for her actions. That grief is short lived, outweighed by a need to survive. That’s why Emily is grabbing the ladder and setting it in place beneath the barbwire.
Sparkles: Emily going up and she’ll be coming down with barbwire in hand.
Greyson: She said the only way to get to her sister was to cut through all that brainwashing.
Frankie: The lack of compassion shown by Emily disgusts me.
The distance between the barbwire and her body is being narrowed by Emily. Already she’s about half way up the ladder and reaching up for New Eden’s favorite toy. However, she soon learns that New Eden dos not share, nor do they play well with others. Cassidy catches hold of her sister’s legs then steps under them. Before Emily realizes it she’s being dragged away from the ladder in an electric chair drop position, her back on the verge of being crushed. Or at least it would have been if Emily didn’t start defending herself by slapping a fist down into her sister’s forehead. Eventually the blows cause Cassidy to lose her grip on her adversary, causing her to fall forward as opposed to back. Emily doesn’t hit the canvas, she lands on the ladder. She isn’t on the ladder for long, leaping off and into a hurricarana that flings Cassidy across the squared circle.
Greyson: I don’t think any of us expected this level of a fight out of Emily.
Sparkles: Cassidy especially.
Frankie: It’s all in vain. You honestly think, no-no, use your brain instead of thinking out of your ass for once, that Emily can beat Cassidy? Remind me, who did Cass beat two weeks ago?
Greyson: The World Champion.
Frankie: Exactly. And that was no FLUKE win. So Emily ain’t standing no chance in this one.
The hurricarana from the ladder has Cassidy in the corner of the ring, sitting up against the turnbuckle and holding her strained neck. Emily is about to inflict far worse punishment, and all it will take is reaching the barbwire. She exerts all her strength to climb and climb quickly, moving up the ladder in order to reach the 2×4 that will play a vital role in peeling the flesh from Cassidy’s body. Emily is right at the top of the ladder and is now reaching up from it, her fingers tapping the barbwire. Unfortunately they never lock onto the weapon, cause the ladder that Emily is stood on top of goes tilting over. Eventually Emily is unable to keep her footing, flying from the top of the ladder then all the way down to the top rope. Her throat bounces back from the cable, the whiplash almost snapping her neck.
Greyson: Emily falling from the top of the ladder.
Sparkles: Can someone please bring in Dr. Phil to put an end to all this family related drama here in the IWC? If it’s not Mika Kozlov going at it with her sister Taylor Chase, it’s Brittany Lohan fighting with her sister Serenity, and don’t even get me started on all the Cruze sibling rivalry we’ve seen play out time and time again.
Emily instinctively starts towards her feet with a hand clasping at her throat, but that hand SHOULD have been put up to defend her skull. The ladder comes swinging down straight into the top her skull. Cassidy pushes the ladder over, driving the steel legs into Emily’s scalp. The blow sends Emily staggering back and falling against the cables, which are the only things holding her up at the moment. Cassidy is about to move in for the kill, but first she has to move up the ladder to grab the proper weapon to commit said killing. She’s climbing the ladder and verging ever so much closer to the barbwire that hangs above it.
Sparkles: Cass has almost reached the barbwire.
Greyson: And she is the LAST person you want to see with that weapon.
Frankie: I’m eager to find out what creative uses Cass has in mind for that barbwire.
Much to the delight of either Cindy or Serenity, their New Eden ally is about to make murderous use of the barbwire. Right as it seems that Cass is going to grab the barbwire and peel a few layers of flesh from her rival’s face things take a drastic turn. Emily latches onto her opponent’s ankle and gives it a big tug, yanking her feet out from under her and sending Cassidy flying off the ladder. Eventually she comes down from tremendous heights and her face leads the way down to the canvas.
Greyson: That landing will deviate your septum!
Cassidy will have to be a mouth breather considering that her nostrils have swollen shut. Once she gets back to her feet her nose suffers an even nastier impact. Cass is caught by the back of the head, charged across the ring and her face is bounced off the ladder she was just yanked from the top of. Cassidy is then spun around and led towards the corner by the back of her skull, her face crashing against the turnbuckle pad. Emily then swings her own sister’s face against the corner again, then a third time, and a fourth. She twists Cassidy around, runs her the length of the ring and bashes her skull off the ladder once again.
Greyson: Forget about Cassidy’s turn to the dark-side, it looks like Emily is going to some pretty evil places as well.
Frankie: And here I thought Emily actually CARED about her sister.
Greyson: She does, otherwise this match wouldn’t have been put together and Emily wouldn’t be going postal right now.
The multiple slams against the ladder, against the corner and then against the ladder once more have rang Cassidy’s bell. She’s down on all fours, shaking off the barrage of blows, unable to thwart her sister Emily. The ladder is employed to ascend to the barbwire that Emily has finally latched her hands around. She takes down the 2×4 and you better believe she’s about to mutilate her adversary with it, kin or no kin, blood or no blood.
Though there definitely WILL BE BLOOD.
Serenity is the one who is going to spill it, interfering in the match by way of grabbing Emily’s ankle and giving it a yank. Emily falls from the ladder but lands with the poise of a cat, coming down on her feet instead of her face. Before Emily can use the barbwire board she finds a boot connecting with her ribcage. She drops the weapon and sadly drops her guard, meaning there is no defense from what Serenity has in store for her next. Serenity pulls Emily along by her wrist right into a roundhouse kick that smacks her upside the temple.
Greyson: Knew it was only a matter of time before the rest of New Eden got involved in this one.
Frankie: To be fair….
Greyson: When are you EVER fair?
Frankie:….hey now, Emily did punch Serenity in those luscious lips before this match started.
Sparkles: New Eden taking advantage of the lack of rules in this Stairway to Hell match.
The no disqualification nature of this particular bout pays dividends for Cassidy and crew. Her associate Serenity has just laid out Cass’s opponent and will do far worse when the barbwire board finds its way into her hands. With Cindy Todd watching from the ring apron Serenity prepares to carve a defenseless Emily up like a turkey on Thanksgiving morning.
Jackson Adams might not have been invited to this feast of flesh, but he’s going to crash the festivities nevertheless. Here he comes bolting straight down the ramp and intruding straight on the ring, looking to even up the odds a little.
Frankie: Oh isn’t this just peachy? Here comes Emily’s boy toy, Jackson Adams, who might I add has an even worse dye job than she does.
Sparkles: Emily specifically told her man to stay in the back, but he didn’t listen.
Greyson: It’s surprising to say the least to see Jackson Adams back in an IWC ring where he crafted quite the career for himself, but if anything could get him out from behind an announce table, it’s the threat of seeing what New Eden was about to do to his lady.
Jackson’s in ring career might have winded down ages ago but when properly motivated he can still go in the center of that squared circle, which Serenity discovers the hard way. A punch nails her upside the jaw, followed by another and another, Jackson just going ballistic on the blond hair brute.
Greyson: Look at Adams go, look at him!
Sparkles: We haven’t seen him in that ring in almost two years and yet here he is giving New Eden a spankin!
One punch after another has Serenity stumbling back and swinging her arms in a futile effort to stay on her feet. Finally Jackson almost takes her straight out of her boots when he delivers a running punch across her mouth. Although Serenity is down Jackson is not finished. He instantly turns from one New Eden member to another, his eyes locking on Cassidy Haze, who is using the ladder in the middle of the ring to reach her feet. She no sooner stands up before finding her arms caught from behind and her body being swung around into the unprettier!
Greyson: Unprettier unleashed by Adams!!
Sparkles: What a way to make your return to an IWC ring.
Frankie: By signing your death warrant?
The unprettier has rearranged Cassidy’s face, however nothing is as mutilating to one’s money maker as what Adams finds himself on the receiving end of. He’s no sooner on his feet before finding his face not just smacked, but PUNCTURED by a barbwire board. Squeals can be heard miles away as the audience witnesses Cindy Todd putting to use the very weapon that had previously dangled above the squared circle. The blow upside the brow has blood already seeping from Jackson’s face and his body twisting around into the waiting arms of Serenity. Her boot cracks him in the abs, and then her victim’s head cracks the canvas via the evenflow DDT.
Greyson: New Eden’s numbers just too much.
Frankie: Ya should’ve listened to your bitch, JA and stuck your ass in the back instead of coming out here.
Sparkles: Now he’s about to be in the same boat as Emily.
A stunned Adams sits up on the canvas and finds blood rolling down his cheeks, never expecting to mark his return to an IWC ring by getting busted open. He is no longer in a position to be of any aid to Emily, though she might not need it. Serenity and Cindy stand over their latest prey, staring down into the blood that trickles along down his cheeks. Their attention returns to their original target, going back after Emily, or so was their intention. The moment they make their synchronized turn both ladies find themselves the recipient of a stereo clothesline, Emily flying nearly off the top of the ladder and catching both New Eden members in their throats.
Greyson: EMILY TAKING OUT NEW EDEN!
Sparkles: Diving off the ladder no less to do it.
Frankie: She’s only prolonging the suffering.
Greyson: What a chaotic start to tonight’s show.
There is a loud outpouring of emotion heard from the crowd who are rallied behind Emily and her pursuit of vengeance. She is on the cusp of achieving just that, dragging herself up from the ring. But she makes a fatal error, showing compassion rather than malice. She checks on her man, looking down at Jackson, who is bleeding profusely from the gash in his scalp. It’s that one second of mercy that allows Cassidy to sneak in from behind, catch her sister and connect with the lighting spiral. The back of Emily’s head does not hit the canvas, it smacks straight into the barbwire board!
Sparkles: OH MY SPARKLES!
Greyson: Lightning spiral into-into-into BARBWIRE!
Frankie: You show mercy and you pay a huge price for it.
The back of Emily’s head now resembles the front of Jackson’s face. And the suffering does not end there. A recovered Cassidy has the barbwire board in hand and now places it right across her sister’s throat, pressing down with enough force to keep both of Emily’s shoulders pinned to the canvas.
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Thankfully the gore has come to a conclusion with Cassidy pinning Emily’s shoulders to the ring to end this sibling rivalry.
Greyson: Emily gave it everything she had guys, and I mean everything she had to get through to her sister here tonight….
Frankie: But the dark force that New Eden wields over Cassidy was too strong. Unlike Emily’s body New Eden’s influence is unbreakable.
Sparkles: Cassidy defeating her in the Stairway to Hell match and sending a message to Marina Valdivia in the process.
Greyson: Cause it’ll be Marina Valdivia versus Cassidy Haze in a Stairway to Hell bout at Last Stand.
Sparkles: If it’s anything like what we witnessed here, Marina is in serious trouble.
If what happened to Emily here this evening is any indication of things to come then Marina Valdivia might want to schedule an extended stay at the hospital after the next pay-per-view concludes. The suffering inflicted on Emily and Jackson Adams doesn’t end when the bell has rung….Nuh’uh. Cassidy and Cindy have plucked Adams up from the canvas by the arms and soon those limbs are being tied up by the top and middle ropes. He may kick, he may scream he may curse, but ultimately he’s defenseless. There’s nothing he can do but watch, watch through his mask of blood as all three members of New Eden descend upon his girl. As Emily paws at the blood that seeps from the back of her head she has no idea that there are piranhas drawn to the scent. Cindy, Cassidy and Serenity circle their prey and anticipate the moment they’ll swoop in and pick the meat from her bones.
Frankie: Emily is dead in the water here guys.
Greyson: Send a message to the Principle Owner and tell Karen McBride to send security out here now!
Sparkles: If they don’t get out here and get out here now then all that’ll be left of Emily could be fit into a doggy bag.
Security Guard: Are you sure about this, Mrs. McBride?
Far be it from security to question the will of Principle Owner Karen McBride, so it’s a good thing that’s NOT the McBride they’re challenging. Melanie, younger sister of the boss, stands across from a battalion of guards, giving them some last second orders here in the guerilla position.
Melanie: Would you guys stop questioning me and get your asses out to that ring? Emily needs you.
Security Guard: Is that what your sister would want?
Melanie: Listen, when Karen isn’t here, she’s trusted me to call the shots. So you consider ME the Principle Owner right now.
Security Guard: Well then….BOSS….aren’t you worried if we go out there to stop New Eden that it’s going to leave YOU unprotected? You know that Monarchy are going to be out for retaliation after what your sister had us do them on the last Riot.
Melanie: Yeah?
Security Guard: So shouldn’t we stay back here and protect you?
Melanie: I don’t need protection. Jackson Adams, Emily Cage, THEY need you. Now don’t worry about Monarchy and go do something about New Eden.
New Eden are about to reduce Emily Cage to nothing but a puddle of blood and bile with her beloved Jackson Adams tied to the ropes and unable to save her. Just before New Eden can shred the flesh from her body security runs out to prevent further mutilation.
Sparkles: Looks like the security crew got your message Lovejoy.
Frankie: You think these doofuses can deal with New Eden?
Greyson: They did an efficient job of handling Monarchy, another disruptive force here in the IWC, just a scant two weeks ago.
Frankie: Don’t you dare bring up that incident on our last Riot. Security had no right to throw Monarchy out of the locker-room, and they have no business interfering in New Eden’s business here tonight.
The security force have certainly had a rough go of it the past few weeks and tonight won’t be any easier. Their numbers might be sufficient enough to deal with the three members of New Eden, but they are NOT enough to contend with Monarchy. Before any of the black shirted security guards know what’s happening they find themselves dropping one after another at the feet of the very group that has just attacked them from behind. Lexy Chapel, Kat Kelly, Orlando Cruze, Ryan Watson, Alistair Taylor and Taylor Chase have swooped in from behind the security force and have toppled them with ease.
Greyson: Where the hell did they just come from!?!
Sparkles: Monarchy attacking security. What is the meaning of this?
Frankie: Really? You just referenced no more than two seconds ago what security did to Monarchy two weeks ago.
Monarchy pours from the backstage area, overflowing and bringing a downpour of violence on an entirely unsuspecting security contingent. Each of the guards hit the stage where their bodies are buried under a barrage of strikes. Several of them are able to roll from beneath all these shots and spill off to the side of the stage, hitting the concrete floor several feet below. They make a futile effort to stand up, because like bowling pins, they’ll just end up getting knocked right back down. Tay-Tay and Watson feed a security guard to Alistair, who gorilla presses him over his head. He steps to the edge of the stage and displays his Herculean strength by flinging the guard right down on top of his brethren massed on the concrete floor.
Greyson: Oh no!
Sparkles: HOLY SPARKLES!
Frankie: Monarchy annihilating security!
A microphone finds its way into the hands of Monarchy member Lexy Chapel, and it’ll hopefully amplify some type of explanation.
Lexy: Two weeks ago all these fuckers (points out over security) molested Monarchy…..
Taylor: They had their hands all over my ass!
Chimes in Tay-Tay.
Lexy: They had fingers in places where no fingers should DARE be! And now look at them (gestures again to all those laid out guards), lying broken on their backs. If you think this is bad, guess what, we’re JUST starting to get our hands dirty. Because by the end of the night every single person who tried to defy the rule of Monarchy are in biiiiig trouble.
Taylor: Including you, Karen McBride!
Once again Tay pulls Lexy’s hand and the microphone in it to her lips. She directs her threat straight at the Principle Owner.
Taylor: You had us thrown out of the locker-room, but by the end of the night, we’ll have you thrown into the dumpster like a newborn baby on prom night!
Monarchy begin to back away from the pile of bodies on the stage and ramp, the audience not the only ones watching the wake of their destructive onslaught. New Eden have their dark eyes affixed on the very group that have just laid out the only people, security, who could possibly be of help to Emily Cage and Jackson Adams.
Gym bags swing at the sides of Marina Valdivia and Victoria Salinas as both athletes move and move in a hurry down the hallway. They make a quick jaunt from the parking lot to the dressing room, their mouths moving as quick as their bodies.
Victoria: I know what you’re planning.
Marina stops at the doorway that leads into the locker-room, looking over her shoulder at her trusted ally.
Marina: Do you now?
Victoria: Just promise me, if you plan on confronting New Eden that you wait for me to have your back.
Marina: ‘If?’
Victoria: Heh, yeah, guess it’s a foregone conclusion you….no…WE’LL be having some business with New Eden.
Victoria takes off down the hall, presumably to make some last second arrangements before the inevitable collision with New Eden. Once parting ways with her friend, Marina steps into the locker-room where she runs into someone who is anything but a buddy. Seated right in front of Marina is a lady who was once the most trusted and valued confidante in her life.
Tabitha: Been waiting on you.
Confesses the lady who speaks from behind the newspaper held up in front of her face. At first all that can be seen is the paper’s headline, reading ‘Andre Jordan: MIA.’ Is isn’t long before Tabitha Silverstone’s face is revealed, looking through her sunglasses at the puzzled expression of her client.
Marina: Took the words right out of my mouth.
Marina’s bag is thrown down at the feet of her agent
Marina: You and I are loooong overdue for a discussion.
Tabitha: Couldn’t agree with you more, but….
Tabitha rises to her feet and moves to Marina’s side.
Tabitha:….now’s not the time. (Shoves the newspaper into her client’s chest) Andre’s missing, and finding him is our top priority.
Marina: You mean you actually care what’s happened to Dre?
Although her expression can be hard to read behind those thick sunglasses of hers, one can at least discern that Tabitha is taken aback by such a comment.
Tabitha: You and Andre are the most important people in my life.
Her hands squeeze Marina’s shoulders.
Tabitha: I don’t know what I’d do without you.
Before Marina can resist she finds herself engulfed in her agent’s arms, given a big ole’ squeeze.
Marina: Tabs….
It doesn’t take much to break free from Tabitha’s hug.
Marina: You’ll find out…if you don’t start shooting straight with me.
Tabitha: I would never lie to you.
Marina: Oh? So you didn’t try to frame Victoria for….
Tabitha: I think you need to be reminded just how important you and Andre are to me. It just so happens that I know what happened to Dre. He’s been abducted, and I know by who.
Marinas: You do? Tell me.
Tabitha: No-no, you’ve got enough to worry about, I’M taking care of this.
Marina: Hmmmmm….
The moment the car comes to a stop in the parking garage the doors instantly fly open. From the passenger seat steps Mika Kozlov, and from the driver’s side of the car emerges her heavy Borislav. The commentators don’t sound very thrilled to see the arrival of this unorthodox pair.
Sparkles: Danger, DANGER Will Robinson!
Greyson: I knew there was a reason the hair on my arms started to stand on end.
Frankie: The macabre and the murderous Mika Kozlov is in the hizzy-house.
Greyson: And who knows what she and Borislav have on the agenda for the evening.
Their first course of action is to step around to the trunk of the car, pop it open and peer inside. We don’t get to see what’s in the trunk, but evident by the smile on Mika’s face she does.
Mika: Wakey-waaaaakeeey, eggs and bakeeeyy.
She gleefully states while snapping her fingers in the face of the barely conscious captive.
Chance: Got to commend Mrs. McBride….
Stated Chance Fortune between sips of piping hot coffee. Want to know what was hotter than that? The topic of conversation between himself and his wife Samantha Raine. The competitors stand in the catering area mixing drinks and talking points, though their words keep going back to the part they played in removing Monarchy from the locker-room two weeks earlier.
Chance: She told us she’d stand up to Monarchy, and dammit if she wasn’t true to her word.
Raine: Sending them packing was honestly the highlight of my month.
Chance: It’s sad that they honestly believed they could just commander the locker-room and kick the rest of us out. Like their better than us or something.
Raine: Their no better than us.
Watson: We beg to differ.
That steaming coffee that Chance was just drinking doesn’t go down his throat it splashes right up into his eyes. He is blinded by the sting of caffeine just tossed in his face by Monarchy member Ryan Watson. Though Chance has boiling liquid in his pupils the worse pain radiates from his ribs that are subjected to a knee strike by another of Monarchy’s members, Orlando Cruze. Before Raine can lend aid to her husband she finds herself on the bad side of Alistair Taylor’s big boot. The powerful boot to her luscious lips sends Raine twisting into the catering table then over it, spilling to the floor. Chance tries his best to defend himself but his best isn’t good enough when overcome by the sheer numbers of Monarchy. His body is already being lifted up and onto the shoulders of Alistair and his back is going straight through the table.
Orlando: (Mocking Chance’s groans of agony) Ahhhhh, aaaahhhh!
Orlando has gone to all fours with his face mere inches from the expression of anguish consuming Chance’s features.
Orlando: Cry, crrrrrryyy.
Watson and Alistair bend at the knees, not getting down as far as Orlando but definitely stooping figuratively to his level.
Watson: Let this be a lesson to you fellas.
Yes Watson did just refer to Raine as a man, and it’s an intentional mistake.
Watson: You stand by McBride, you fall by McBride.
Alistair: It’s just like Lexy said, anyone and anybody who defied us two weeks ago are in for a very rough night.
Orlando: Consider yourselves lucky mates. You’ll get off a lot easier than Marina and Victoria. If only you were conscious enough to see what Watson and I do them when we get those birds in the ring tonight.
The lack of security means that New Eden can do what they want and to whomever they want.
Before the commercial break we witnessed the New Eden trio imposing their demonic wills on both Emily Cage and her man Jackson Adams. Nothing has changed, the pair remain in the ring and at the mercy of these three deranged dames. The only individuals capable of saving them are too busy convalescing after security were ambushed by Monarchy.
Sparkles: New Eden and Monarchy continuing to make this the most unsafe working environment since the set of Hell’s Angels.
Greyson: Monarchy assaulted security before the commercial and now are assaulting members of the roster backstage, and things inside of the ring are not any safer.
Frankie: Cause just like my little fuzzy friend said, Monarchy isn’t the only group that’s stirring the pot around here.
Sparkles: Before the break Emily Cage went down in defeat to New Eden’s Cassidy Haze, and now both she and her man Jackson are trapped inside of the squared circle by….
Frankie:…New Eden babay.
Greyson: These three have just been tormenting Emily and Jackson Adams since that match ended moments ago.
Sparkles: And you just know that New Eden are using these victims to send a message to their rivals Marina Valdivia and Victoria Salinas.
The crowd requests leniency but New Eden have never pandered to the people. The only thing Cindy Todd, Serenity and Cassidy Haze give into is that lust for blood. And it’s blood that is pooling in Serenity’s hands at this very moment. She finds herself knelt beside Emily and catching every droplet of blood that drips from the massive wound in her victim’s forehead. The tear in Emily’s flesh is opened via the barbwire board that her own sister is grinding across her forehead.
Cassidy sits on the lower back of her sibling, her rival, her prey, holding her up in the camel clutch and mauling her face with barbwire. As a result there is quite a bit of blood surging down Emily’s face and puddling in Serenity’s hands. That blood is then lifted in the direction of Serenity’s and Cassidy’s queen, the always plotting Cindy Todd. She observes the offering being made to her and it’s a sacrifice that appeases her.
One person who is not appeased by this gore is Jackson Adams, who continues to struggle in vain against the top and the middle ropes that have his arms bound. There is nothing he can do save for scream in order to help his beloved Emily. He roars through his own mask of blood, with all of his words failing to have even the slightest impact on New Eden.
Marina: I think you three have made your point.
Security may be in no position to stop New Eden after what Monarchy did to them, but there’s an even more powerful force that IS capable of intervening. Both Victoria Salinas and Marina Valdivia make their way to the stage, the longtime enemies of New Eden demanding the attention of the terrifying trio creating chaos in the ring.
Greyson: Thank God for Marina Valdivia and Victoria Salinas.
Sparkles: Hopefully these two are capable of stopping New Eden before this sacrifice goes any further.
Frankie: Those two should feel damned guilty about what’s happening inside of that ring. If it weren’t for Marina challenging Cassidy to a Stairway to Hell match at Last Stand, then this barbarism wouldn’t have been inflicted on Emily and her lover here tonight.
Greyson: Do you even know what the word ‘logic’ means?
Frankie: A deformity in the penis?
Victoria and Marina mirror one’s another disgust upon witnessing what New Eden has done and what they were about to do.
Marina: You won Cassidy, you beat your own sister half to death. Now why don’t you do the first compassionate thing you’ve ever done in your life and let Emily go?
Playing on Cassidy’s ‘mercy’ was not the wisest avenue for Marina to pursue. She soon realizes that when forced to watch as Cassidy puts the barbwire board down on the canvas then sits Emily’s face across it. Her boot is now wedged to the back of Emily’s head, threatening to deliver a curb stomp that would sheer so much flesh and spill so much blood from the skull of her darling sister. Earlier on Cindy Todd was offered a palm full of blood, but now she offers a handful of microphone, giving it to Cassidy.
Cassidy: You actually care what happens to Emily? (Gestures to the bloodied and about to be even more bloodied Emily pinned face first against the barbwire board) Then you might want to close your eyes, cause you won’t want to see what happens to her next.
Cassidy starts to lift her foot to complete the curb stomp.
Marina: You do that and it’ll be the last thing you EVER do.
Warns Marina who begins to move down the ramp with Victoria flanking her every step.
Serenity: Stop right there!
Orders the still kneeling Serenity, who leans through the ropes and points at her nemesis.
Serenity: If you get one step closer to this ring what happens to Emily will be on your conscious.
Cassidy: You’ll be picking pieces of my sister’s face out of this barbwire all night long.
Playing at Marina’s and Victoria’s ‘mercy’ proves to be a worthwhile pursuit. Both ladies stop on the ramp and do not take a single step closer to the ring where Emily goes on being threatened.
Cassidy: You stay right there and listen. Cause we (motions to herself, Serenity and Cindy) have a compromise.
Marina: (Surprised) A compromise?
Cassidy: Don’t act so surprised.
Marina: If you think I’m going to listen to whatever….
Cassidy’s foot once again hovers over the back of Emily’s head.
Marina: DON’T!
Cassidy: You challenged us to a match at Last Stand, a Stairway to Hell match, such fun (clapping giddily), but we know how to make it even more exciting. You want us to agree to your stipulation, then we have one of our own.
Greyson: This isn’t gonna be good.
Cassidy: You claimed that you were not only going to beat us at Last Stand but then move on to compete in the Rumble match that very same night….Actually, no-no, that’s not what you said. How did she put it Serenity?
The mic is held to Serenity’s lips, the former World Champion leaning towards it.
Serenity: She said she was going to WIN the Rumble.
Cassidy’s jagged dagger like teeth form a smile.
Cassidy: How quaint.
She’s right back to frowning.
Cassidy: You want to live your dream? Well we want you to live your nightmare. When we beat you in the Stairway to Hell match there will be NOTHING left but shreds and dripping sinew to compete in the Rumble. So why don’t we just go ahead and spare you the humiliation of having your lifeless carcass tossed over the top rope in record setting time. When New Eden wins Stairway to Hell, then you’re OUT of the Rumble.
That’s one heck of a caveat added to what already promised to be a match full of dire implications. Marina would like to take a moment and think her decision over, but Cassidy is not patiently waiting for her response. Her foot is just itching to stomp down at the back of Emily’s head and curb stomp her face into the barbwire.
Marina: I agree….
There’s Cassidy’s razor blade smile again.
Marina: But I have a condition of my own. Don’t think I didn’t notice how you kept saying ‘us,’ and ‘we.’ Well you may think this match at Last Stand will be three on one, but not anymore. If I agree to put my spot in the Rumble on the line, then you have to agree to leave Cindy and to leave Serenity in the back when we face off in the Stairway to Hell.
Frankie: This isn’t a negotiation Marina!
Greyson: And it’s none of your business Frankie, so stay out of it!
Sparkles: Is it Sparkles’ business?
Greyson: No.
Sparkles: Awww.
This business is between Marina and Cassidy, but it won’t stop the commentators and it won’t stop New Eden from adding their own two cents. Cindy cups a hand around her mouth and around Cassidy’s ear, whispering something to her follower.
Cassidy: You know what Marina? (Licks the tips of her fangs) DEAL!
Cassidy punctuates the statement by leaping into the air and stomping the back of Emily’s head, causing her face to be crushed against the barbwire board beneath it.
Greyson: NAAAAH!
Sparkles: That freak!
Marina and Victoria hurry to the ring though they don’t get there fast enough to spare Emily the disgusting fate just inflicted on her by New Eden. They do however prevent any further damage from being done, their entrance into the ring causing Cassidy, Cindy and Serenity to make an exit. Marina stoops down and checks on Emily’s condition, feeling great sympathy for the poor woman who simply tried to reach out to her sister. That very same sister is stood at ringside being pulled into a hug by Serenity, the pair going cheek to cheek.
Cindy Todd isn’t a hugger, no, on this occasion she’s a voyeur. She just stares back into the ring and into the eyes of Marina, which presently burn with hatred.
Sparkles: Poor Emily. Her face was just destroyed and Sparkles means DESTROYED by Cassidy.
Greyson: I find myself saying this more and more when it comes to New Eden, but their actions were truly rep-re-hensible tonight.
Frankie: Yeah, well their actions get things done don’t they? Cassidy got….
Greyson:….COERCED.
Frankie: Tomatoes toMAAToes. Anyway, Cassidy GOT Marina to put her spot in the Rumble at Last Stand on the line when the two square off in a Stairway to Hell match on that very same night. If Cassidy wins, Marina can’t compete in the Rumble.
Greyson: But we also know now that Cassidy will be completely on her own when that match happens, there will be no Serenity nor Cindy Todd at ringside to help her.
Frankie: Like Cassidy needs the help. She pinned the World Champion two weeks ago for Christ sakes.
Greyson: WITH HELP.
Frankie: Potatoes poTAAToes.
Right now there’s only one person in need of help, and that person is Emily. She might not get the aid she needs, but she gets the only aid available to her, and it’s provided by her man Jackson Adams. It takes a struggle for Victoria Salinas to pry Adams’ arms free of the ropes New Eden had them tangled up in. He quickly dashes across the ring and to the side of his on again off again lover only to pull back once he sees the hamburger where her face used to be.
Greyson: Look at Adams, he’s about to puke.
Frankie: Yeah and he’d probably make a shitty gimmick out of it too.
Sparkles: His wife has just been disfigured by New Eden.
Frankie: And what did he do about it? Nothin’!
Greyson: He was tied up in the damn ropes for Christ sakes!
Adams isn’t tied up now which means he’s free to do everything in his power to aid his beloved. She’s stretched across his arms and being carried up the ramp to the backstage area where medical assistance will hopefully be provided. Back in the ring Marina and Victoria are looking down into the blood splattered across the canvas beneath their feet. It’s a sight that both ladies are growing sick and tired of, but unfortunately it’s an image they might have to get used to as their war against New Eden continues.
Orlando: I hope you two didn’t think you’re night was over.
Shouts the microphone toting Orlando Cruze as he, Ryan Watson, Alistair Taylor, Lexy Chapel, Kat Kelly and Taylor Chase come walking out to the stage shoulder to shoulder to shoulder.
Sparkles: Aaaaah shit.
Greyson: Monarchy coming back out here AGAIN.
Frankie: You guys make it sound like a curse when it’s truly a blessing.
Greyson: They were a curse to security earlier tonight and to several members of the locker-room backstage moments ago.
Sparkles: Something tells me they’ll be more than a curse to the pair inside of the ring.
The Monarchy have many voices but they all seem to be channeled through Orlando’s lips. He’s the only one speaking, though each member of the group are walking down the ramp.
Orlando: Have you ladies heard the warnings yet? Have you seen the bodies stacking up at Monarchy’s feet?
The microphone is turned over from Orlando to Ryan Watson, who becomes the first Monarchy member to climb up onto the ring apron.
Watson: We sent word to the entire IWC roster and to your Principle Owner, Karen McBride, that Monarchy were going to make this night as miserable as possible for everyone who trifled with us two weeks ago. And by everyone, that means the two of you as well.
It didn’t take long for Monarchy to surround the ring and cut off all avenues of escape for either Marina or Victoria. Though it’s obvious that neither athlete had any designs on running. Instead they’ve got their knuckles clinched up into fists and are eager to crack any face that gets in the way of their fists.
Greyson: Just when I thought this couldn’t possibly get any worse than New Eden destroying Emily Cage, here comes Monarchy, who plan to pick up where they left off with Marina and Victoria from two weeks ago.
Sparkles: It was Marina versus Orlando Cruze one on one on the last Riot in a match that broke down into total chaos when Ryan Watson and Victoria Salinas interfered on behalf of their respective allies.
Greyson: That match ended in anarchy, and it looks like that anarchy is carrying over into tonight.
Frankie: Victoria and Marina ARE scheduled to face Watson and Orlando in tag action.
Greyson: Yes, Orlando and Watson NOT all of Monarchy.
Watson continues to try and distract Monarchy’s potential victims while his mates prepare to slip into the ring and get the drop on them.
Watson: New Eden may have let you ladies off easy, Monarchy…..won’t!
Watson is the first Monarchy member in the ring, though you damn well better believe that he won’t be the last. All of his teammates are slipping into the squared circle as well and going straight after Victoria, straight after Marina. However, unlike the security guards who were jumped by Monarchy earlier, their latest targets aren’t going down without a fight. Victoria is fighting back against insurmountable odds and Marina is fighting an equally as steep uphill battle.
Greyson: Somebody PLEASE put an end to this bullshit! Where’s Karen McBride!?!
Sparkles: Sparkles hasn’t a clue where the Principle Owner is keeping herself.
Frankie: Smartly it’s as far away from Monarchy as possible.
Sparkles: Oh wait, Sparkles did hear a rumor that Karen McBride might be away from the building tonight handling some contract negotiations.
Frankie: What kind of lame ass excuse is that for being a giant puss?
With there being no security, and there being no Karen McBride, it appears that there is nobody who can watch the backs of Marina or Victoria as they continue to be mugged by Monarchy. Desperate times require equally as desperate measures. Marina picks up a weapon she hopes she’ll get a lot of use out of at Last Stand, the barbwire wrapped 2×4 that New Eden left in the ring moments earlier. She turns herself into a helicopter, spinning in one circle after another swinging the board at absolutely anything that’s within range. Monarchy wisely backs off in time so that not a single one of them find themselves on the receiving end of a shot from the barbwire. Alistair Taylor isn’t as fortunate as his teammates. Although he avoids getting hit by the 2×4 he does not avoid the spinning heel kick that Victoria unleashes on his throat. The blow sends Alistair falling back through the ropes, spilling at the feet of his fellow Monarchy members.
Greyson: Lucky for Viccy and Marina that barbwire board was still in the ring.
Sparkles: Marina just used it to save their asses from this gangland Monarchy mugging.
A 2×4 wasn’t the only object left inside of the ring that Marina presently puts to use. Now she’s picking up a microphone, which can be equally as dangerous as barbwire in the right hands.
Marina: You guys aren’t leaving are you?
All the Monarchy members look up from ringside to the two heated athletes staring them down from the center of the ring. And it’s not just one of those ladies who have something to say.
Victoria: Cause things were just starting to get FUN!
What do Victoria and Marina consider fun? How about diving simultaneously through the ropes and through Monarchy huddled at ringside! The crowd absolutely flips out at the sight of their heroes connecting with and bringing down the ultimate villains. Victoria and Marina do so in perfect synchronism, hitting stereo diving headbutts.
Greyson: OOOOH WOW!
Frankie: Da fuck did we just see?
Greyson: We just saw Salinas, we just saw Valdivia, we just saw them both saying ‘to hell with it’ and diving right into Monarchy!
Frankie: Bitches, right?
Greyson: Things have gotten absolutely chaotic out here….again!
Mika: Slap him harder.
This is one order that Borislav is all but too eager to follow through with. His big old palm gives a big old slap straight to the cheek of an unconscious Andre Jordan. Blows like the one just delivered won’t allow Dre to stay out cold. Sadly he’s brought back to reality, to a world where his arms are tied to a chair and the rest of him is bound to a shadowy room where the only other occupants are his abductors Mika Kozlov and the equally as mad Russian Borislav. While the big man stands over the wooden chair that Dre is strapped to, Borislav’s beautiful companion is sitting Indian style on a table set up right in front of their captive.
Mika: Hiiii bright eyes.
A smiling Mika waves to Dre, who is still trying to come to grips with what’s happening.
Mika: It’s about time you woke up.
Starts Mika while she reaches behind her back, taking something off the table she’s seated on the surface of.
Andre: You being conscious will make what I have planned a lot more fun.
The sharp, emphasis on the word SHARP, corkscrew is taken out from behind Mika’s back with the tip of it twisting under her fingernail.
MARINA VALDIVIA & VICTORIA SALINAS VS. RYAN WATSON & ORLANDO CRUZE
If you thought that a commercial break was enough time to bring an end to the anarchy in the ring then keep on dreaming dumbass.
Not only has all the kooky chaos not ended but it’s actually gotten worse. When last we saw the ring Marina Valdivia and Victoria Salinas were leaping out of it into stereo headbutts on the members of Monarchy who attempted to jump them. Now we see Marina and Victoria back INSIDE of the ring and their focus is only on TWO of Monarchy’s members. Victoria has Ryan Watson in the corner of the squared circle subjecting his ribs to stomps. In the opposite corner of the ring Orlando Cruze is standing beyond the ropes shouting to Watson to make a tag. Marina is in a corner as well, the only difference between she and Orlando is that she’s not asking for a tag, she’s shouting for Victoria to kick their opponent even harder. A referee is in the ring shouting as well, but no one can hear him over the screams of either Orlando or Marina, or all the Monarchy members who are surrounding the squared circle.
Greyson: We are back live on Riot, and as you can see the tag team match that was advertised over the past several weeks pitting Monarchy’s Ryan Watson and Orlando Cruze against Marina Valdivia and Victoria Salinas officially got underway during the commercial break.
Sparkles: Hell broke loose between both of these teams and it only continued when cameras cut away.
Frankie: It all eventually led to referee Ficklebottom coming down here and starting this tag team action.
Greyson: I only wish said referee had gotten the rest of Monarchy away from ringside.
Frankie: They have every right to be out here to watch the backs of Orlando and Watson.
The presence of Taylor Chase, Kat Kelly, Alistair Taylor and Lexy Chapel at ringside definitely puts the two female athletes inside of the ring at a disadvantage. Both Victoria and her partner Marina ignore the numbers game, because they are just having too much fun beating down their opponents. Finally Victoria decides to share some of the mauling she’s giving Watson by tagging out. Marina leaps over the top rope, turns in mid-air and drives the heel of her boot straight into her opponent’s rib. Watson doubles over his stomach, turns away from Marina and tries to make it to his corner where he can tag out to his partner. Orlando is waiting for said tag only he never gets it, because Marina keeps Watson from reaching his corner. Instead of giving a tag he gets tagged right across the chest. Marina spins him around by the shoulder to face her and the knife edge chop she blisters his chest with. The blow takes Watson down to his back and it’s going to be impossible for him to get up at this rate.
Marina turns from her opponent to her partner, putting her foot in Victoria’s cupped hands. With a little lift from Victoria, Marina is sent flipping over backwards into a moonsault, crashing right across Watson’s chest.
Sparkles: Maybe Monarchy being out here won’t be such a detriment to Victoria and Marina after-all.
Greyson: Give it time, they’ll get involved eventually.
Frankie: They won’t have to, Orlando Cruze and Ryan Watson have got this match in their back pockets.
That doesn’t look to be the case at the moment given the punishment inflicted on Watson and the punishment that WILL be inflicted on him. Victoria is running towards her opponent and this time its Marina who gives her partner a little lift. Viccy is thrown into the air by her own partner, getting enough height under her in order to come down with a devastating elbow drop right across Watson’s clavicle.
Kat: Get them out of there ref!
Alistair: Their bloody double teaming him mate!
Victoria leaves the ring, not because of the protests of the Monarchy members at ringside, but so that she doesn’t risk disqualification. Marina takes some more liberties with the rules, sitting down on top of Watson’s sternum and driving some closed fists repeatedly into his brow. Finally she drags him up from the canvas and into a front chancery, calling for a tornado DDT. Already she’s pointing at the corner she intends on ascending and an unfortunate Watson will be pulled along for the ride. Marina takes off towards the corner only to stop in mid-step when Orlando attempts to interfere. He dashes in with a clothesline that Marina not only ducks but turns to her advantage. She reaches back, catches Orlando under the jaw and then drops him with a reverse neckbreaker while at the same time delivering a DDT on Watson’s head.
Frankie: Alright Watson, alright Orlando, time to stop making Marina look good. She’s got enough offense in already.
Greyson: It’s not like they can control how much offense Marina is getting in on them. In spite of all their friends being at ringside, neither Cruze nor Watson can stop Marina’s momentum.
Momentum that will remain on Marina’s side considering that she’s still got hold of Watson’s head. She maintains the front chancery on his neck while twisting along so that they both reach their feet. Marina then runs at the nearest corner, pulling Watson along with her into the turnbuckle, tornado DDT about to hit one way or another. Marina steps up the ropes and is about to push off the top cable, a process that becomes infinitely more challenging when Lexy Chapel is shoving her foot off the top strand. As a result of Lexy’s blatant interference Marina is unable to spiral along into the DDT and instead is pushed off the front chancery she had her opponent trapped in.
Marina manages to land on her feet though she may not stay on them much longer since Watson is barreling towards her with a clothesline. Somehow Marina has the presence of mind to duck that clothesline, run into the ropes perpendicular to the ones that Lexy Chapel is standing on the opposite side of and spring from the second strand. She turns in mid-air in order to deliver a dropkick on Lexy’s mouth. The strike sends Lexy flying off the apron and landing right on top of Alistair Taylor.
Frankie: Someone kindly beat Marina within an inch of her life for having just done that.
Greyson: Lexy dropkicked from the apron. That’ll teach Monarchy not to interfere in these matches.
Frankie: Oh someone is gonna learn a lesson, and it’ll be those bitches in the ring.
Watson looks to become a disciplinarian, swooping in from behind Marina to give her the prerequisite flogging for her misbehavior. Marina drops down right under Watson’s arms and right through his legs, baseball sliding until she’s behind her opponent. Watson walks right past her and into the ropes that Victoria is standing on the opposite side of. She catches Watson upside the cheek with a punch that sends him stumbling back into something far more devastating. Marina jumps to his side and hits him with the Russian Leg Sweep. After hitting the move Marina seamlessly floats over into the lateral press.
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Watson’s shoulder escapes the canvas meaning he escapes defeat. He will not escape Marina however, who has a hold of his wrist, pulling him into a knee to the ribs and setting him up for the swinging neckbreaker. She catches Watson by the head and spirals him around straight into….a counter. The Monarchy member rips his head right out of Marina’s clutches and then uses his newfound freedom to flip back into the Pele kick.
In spite of taking the shot to the skull Marina stays on her feet, staggered but on her feet nevertheless. Watson is determined to drive her down, sliding around on his back and then putting his boots against Marina’s ribs. A shove is given with his legs, sending Marina flying in reverse, ultimately hitting the corner, the enemy corner. Orlando takes advantage of his adversary’s position, hooking her around the biceps and restraining her arms so she’s all together defenseless. Watson capitalizes on the opportunity his partner just opened up to him. He dashes across the ring and throws his forearm straight at Marina’s mug. Just when it seems Monarchy are on the cusp of claiming control of this match their prone opponent slips out of the calamitous position they’ve put her in. Marina falls through Orlando’s arms and then slides through Watson’s legs. As a result Watson runs past her and the forearm he had been throwing at her face is now hurdling towards Orlando.
Frankie: AH!
Lucky for Orlando, his partner possesses lightning fast reflexes, stopping his forearm strike right before it can connect. Watson backs away apologizing for his unintended strike, so preoccupied with smoothing things over that he doesn’t see Marina crawling across her knees to her corner where Victoria is waiting for the tag.
Sparkles: Marina’s gonna bring the fresher Victoria into the match.
Marina reaches out and her fingertips are inches from her partners. Those inches then turn into feet when Victoria is grabbed by the ankles and her feet are torn from under her. Victoria tumbles from the corner with her face catching the apron on the way down. The fans are all over Taylor Chase’s case when she stops standing idle at ringside and openly interferes in the match by pulling Viccy out of the corner. Victoria paws at her face while Marina paws at thin air, left unable to make the tag. Furthermore she’s unable to block the move that her distraction with Victoria has opened her up to. Watson swoops in behind the still kneeling Marina, who won’t be kneeling much longer. He takes her around the waist and employs his strength to heave her into the wheelbarrow suplex, but not just any wheelbarrow suplex, because Watson throws her straight into the waiting clutches of his partner. Unbeknownst to everyone Orlando got the tag and then got into position to catch Marina around her neck just as she was thrown into the suplex. As a result Orlando is able to hit her with a reverse neck breaker out of his partner’s wheelbarrow.
Sparkles: Nice tag team move by Watson and Cruze.
Frankie: These two in ring phenoms gelling like they’ve teamed together for thirty years.
The double team move has left Marina clasping at a potentially snapped neck. ‘Potentially’ isn’t good enough, not for Orlando. He takes Marina by the head and leads her up into the pulling piledriver. Marina is spiked on top of her skull and then Orlando is draped on top of her chest.
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Marina pops her shoulder up and Orlando pops her across the face in retaliation. His fist keeps on pounding Marina’s face and then his boot starts to collide repeatedly with her ribs. Orlando shares the wealth, tagging out to Watson, who joins him in the beating being given to Marina. Now both he and Cruze throw their common foe into the ropes and catch her on the rebound with a stereo gorilla press. Marina comes down from said gorilla press and into a double gut-buster, landing on either of her opponents’ knees.
There’s a quick transition from that double gut buster into Watson’s next move. He takes Marina’s wrist and uses this grip to pull her arm through her legs. He lifts her into a pumphandle that is then transitioned into another gust buster straight across his knee. Marina bounces off the leg of one of opponent only to be caught in the clutches of another. The moment she stands up clasping at her ribs, it’s her back that takes a brutal blow via the running STO unleashed by Orlando.
Frankie: Daaaaaamn, that was cold son, that was off the chain!
Sparkles: Orlando and Watson really are making for a heck of a team.
Greyson: Yeah, but they only got this opening thanks to the repeated interferences of their teammates at ringside. I really wish Karen McBride were in attendance at the moment, otherwise you’d be damn sure she’d put her foot down and get Monarchy away from ringside. I mean, this is turning into a damned six on two handicap match.
Marina is in a bad way, though her partner is now in a position where she can actually be of some assistance. Victoria is back on the apron and shouting for a tag. Unfortunately Marina isn’t in a position to make it. Right now the only position she’s in is at the mercy of Monarchy. Orlando takes Marina by the ankle, gives it a lift and sends her rolling over backwards so that her legs end up caught in the clutches of another of her opponents. Watson lifts Marina into another wheelbarrow, looking to complete the move with a suplex. Though Marina won’t allow herself to be a victim of the same move twice. In mid-air she reaches back and takes Watson around the neck, going for the bulldog. Orlando races across the ring to catch Marina off guard and prevent her from countering, but instead he catches something else. Marina’s boots press to Orlando’s chest, kicking him back while at the same time pushing off in order to send herself flipping over the shoulder of her captive. Watson is unable to hold on as Marina flies over him and lands on her feet behind his back.
Marina turns away from her opponents and to her partner, desperate to make the tag. She reaches out to slap Victoria’s hand only it’s Victoria’s face that is about to slap the apron. Yet another member of Monarchy runs around ringside and interferes in the match, Kat Kelly grabbing Victoria by the ankle and pulling her legs out from under her. Victoria goes down to ringside but this time she lands straight on her feet. A swift punch then nails Kat straight across the kisser, knocking her back. The rest of Monarchy dash in to back Kat up but are unable to openly interfere now that the referee has his eyes firmly planted on them.
What the official doesn’t see is what’s going on behind his back in the ring. Marina has been caught by the waistband and dragged back into Watson’s arms. He places her in a full nelson, ensuring she’s totally defenseless, unable to use her arms to block the punches and the kicks that Orlando unleashes on her mid-section.
Sparkles: Look behind you ref.
Greyson: The official can only have his eyes in so many places at one time.
Frankie: That’s why it’s always smart to have the numbers advantage.
Kicks, punches and now headbutts tenderize Marina’s mid-section. It isn’t until the referee turns back around that Orlando stops wearing Marina out and stops wearing out his welcome. He exits the ring and leaves Watson to finish off their opponent. He’s about to do just that, Watson going for a half in half suplex. He drops back and throws Marina into the suplex, thinking he’s dumped her straight on top of her skull. That’s NOT where she lands. Instead Marina shows tremendous agility by landing on her feet and then falling back into the ropes. She is just about to run from the cables and build momentum behind a big dive onto the still laid out Watson, but there’s just one set of hands that are preventing her from doing that.
From ringside Alistair Taylor has reached under the ropes and latched onto Marina’s ankle, keeping her from following through with her move. She turns around and swings her boot through the ropes, managing to drive her heel into Alistair’s forehead. The blow knocks Alistair back but it was not delivered in time to prevent Marina from falling victim to the chop block that nails her in the crease of the knee. Watson connects with the move that buckles Marina’s legs and puts her down to all fours.
Greyson: See what I mean, this has just become nothing but a handicap bout.
Frankie: Quit pissing in the pool Lovejoy!
Sparkles: Yeah LOVEJOY!
Greyson: Don’t you two even DARE start that again.
After putting Marina in a prone position, Watson steps past her to his corner, tagging in his partner. Orlando swoops in and latches onto Marina’s hair, using it to slowly pull her up to her feet. With his free hand he blows a kiss to ringside, one that is caught by his wife Taylor Chase.
Orlando: See that? (Points to Tay-Tay) That’s aaaaalllll mine, hahahahaha.
Orlando won’t get a chance to enjoy what’s his when a head cracks him straight in the crotch. Marina drives the top of her skull straight into Orlando’s groin with enough force to break his grasp on her hair and send him staggering back. Marina has just enough space to roll across the ring towards her partner Victoria, reaching out to make the tag to her waiting hand. Once again that had is pulled out of position because Victoria is forced to jump into the air in order to prevent having her leg yanked from beneath her by another interloper. Taylor tries to grab Victoria’s ankle and drag her off the ring apron but she prevents it from happening by leaping over the attacker’s grubby mitts. She then swings her boot from the apron right into Taylor’s forehead, the shot putting her out of position to interfere once again. Victoria turns back to her teammate in time to slap her hand.
Sparkles: The tag has been made.
Greyson: Get in there Victoria.
That might not be so easy considering that Victoria’s attempts to enter the ring are thwarted by Kat Kelly and Lexy Chapel. The Tag Team Champions drag Victoria off the apron and away from the squared circle she’s desperate to get into. She lands in front of both Monarchy members, who have interlocked hands and are going for a stereo clothesline. They attempt to behead Victoria though it’s only air that their biceps slice through. Their intended target has ducked, has rushed and has now slid into the squared circle. Just as Victoria slides under the ropes, Marina flies over them. Marina soars over her partner, over the top rope and into a plancha that connects with Kat and Lexy at ringside.
Frankie: STOP DOING THAT!
Victoria crawls across the ring that she’s just entered though she may regret slipping inside. She finds herself crawling straight into Orlando’s clutches. He takes her around the waist and deadlifts her from the canvas into a powerbomb. He is about to connect only to have Victoria slip over his shoulders and slide down his back, catching him by the hips and rolling him up into the sunset flip.
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To Viccy’s dismay her opponent kicks out, prompting her to change strategy and change strategy quickly. If there’s one skill Victoria possesses it’s that innate ability to think on the fly. She rolls back from her pin and to her knees just in time to catch Orlando coming towards her. She catches him with the drop toe hold, planting Orlando’s mug into the ring and allowing her to slip around his leg. She traps him straight in the Boston Crab.
Frankie: Ha….hahahahaha! Victoria actually thinks Orlando will tap out?
Greyson: That could be a very likely scenario given just how….
Frankie: HAHAHAHA! Orlando NEVER taps!
Victoria is about to change that, bending Orlando’s leg at a most gruesome angle. She could be the first to make Orlando submit, if his partner wasn’t interfering. Watson is leaping through the ropes he had been standing on the opposite side of, refusing to play spectator any longer. He flies into the squared circle, or more accurately, he flies into Victoria’s boot. She cracks him straight in the face with a punt that both knocks him out and causes him to straddle the middle rope with his abs. Victoria then takes him around the head, traps him in a facelock and sets him up for a rope hung DDT. The move doesn’t connect, at least not until Marina manages to put a bit more stank on it. She leaps from her corner and to the top rope before flipping from it into a senton bomb across Watson’s back at the exact same time that her partner Victoria drops into the DDT.
The back of Marina’s head bounces off of Watson’s spine and she isn’t stopping there. She keeps on rolling past her opponent, into the ropes and then over them, flying into a crossbody that connects with an unsuspecting Orlando Cruze at ringside.
Greyson: Consider my breath taken away!
Sparkles: You’re not the only one, from the sounds of it everyone in this audience are breathless after that last move.
The crowd has to pick their jaws up off the floor after that last succession of big times moves unleashed by Marina. And the fans aren’t about to be given any time to catch their breath, cause back in the ring Victoria has hit the rope hung DDT on Watson which is then transitioned into the Koji Clutch.
Greyson: Seems that tag move was the last of Watson’s worries.
Sparkles: He’s trapped in a friggin Koji Clutch now.
Frankie: Watson, I swear to God, you had better not even DARE think tapping out is an option.
Victoria leaves Watson little other choice. His hand is lifting into the air and it appears on the brink of slapping the canvas. The referee hovers over this scene, waiting to signal for the bell the second he sees the submission go down. That’s not what he sees though. Instead what the ref witnesses is Lexy Chapel crawling into the ring. This prompts the official to get out of position, cutting Lexy off at the pass and ordering her out of the ring. Behind his back Kat Kelly has crawled into the ring, crawled up behind Victoria and dug her nails straight into her eyes.
Greyson: DAMMIT!
Sparkles: Monarchy are just too much, their numbers are just too strong for any two people to contend with.
Kat has her claws out and she’s got them embedded in Victoria’s eyes. This attack has caused her to break the Koji Clutch in order to grab Kat’s wrists and try to pry fingernails from her pupils. Kat releases her victim of her own accord before rolling from the ring in order to prevent the referee seeing her interference. Victoria can’t see anything, hence why she stands up and walks right into Watson’s step up enzugari. The kick to the back of her head sends a disorientated Victoria twisting into the ropes. She ricochets off of them and into Watson’s arms, finding herself caught with the full nelson face crusher. Victoria’s head bounces off the ring which her shoulders are then pinned against.
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Victoria gets one of those shoulders off the canvas and that’s all it takes to stave off defeat…for now. Watson is about to end this and end this right now. He has Victoria’s head lifted from the canvas and tucked under his seat while throwing his arms out to either side, indicating that it’s time the Insubordination Rules is delivered. The arms of his adversary are hooked and his version of the Angel’s Wings is coming. He just starts to lift Victoria into the air before divine intervention comes in the form of a recovered Marina Valdivia. She runs right up to Watson’s side and goes flipping forward, catching him by the leg in the process. She pulls him away from her partner and then over to his stomach before locking in the Cali Killer.
Frankie: Tell me I’m not seeing this right now!
Greyson: It looked as if Watson was setting up for a big finish and that’s just what we’re getting, only it appears that Watson is the one who’s about to be finished.
Sparkles: He’s trapped in Marina’s Cali Killer.
The Muta Lock variant is firmly established on Watson, who is desperately flailing his arms around in a futile effort to reach the ropes. It seems an escape is impossible, with the lone exception being to submit in order to earn his freedom. However, there’s another avenue of escape, and all it requires is depending on the aid of his allies at ringside. Lexy leaps up to the apron and then past it, scaling the nearest turnbuckle. She had no intention of diving off of it, her true motives becoming clear when the referee moves in to demand that she leave both the corner and the ring. This distraction allows for yet another interference, and it once again comes into the form of Kat Kelly. Only on this occasion when Kat enters the ring she doesn’t do it to rake anyone in the eyes, because her hands are filled with a STEEL CHAIR.
Sparkles: There’s Kat getting in the ring again, with a chair.
Greyson: As if Monarchy needed a greater advantage then the one they already had.
Frankie: Well they’ve got it.
The chair in Kat’s hand never makes contact with anyone in the ring, Victoria isn’t about to let that happen. She dashes towards Kat and grabs the chair straight out of her hands, wrestling it free from her clutches. Kat wisely makes a quick exit from the squared circle, and this time she does so empty handed. The chair she had brought in with her is swung at her heels as she makes her escape. Victoria then throws down the chair, which proved nothing more than another in a long string of Monarchy distractions. Behind her we can see Orlando breaking up the submission her partner has his partner locked in. He then goes dashing at Victoria’s back, going for an axehandle. Victoria only has a split second to think and even less time to react. She sidesteps Cruze, grabs the back of his head and uses his momentum to throw him over the ropes and back to ringside.
Victoria then turns back towards the ring just as Alistair Taylor slides in and boots her to the ribs, proceeding it with a DDT right into the chair. It isn’t until after another Monarchy member has interfered that Lexy finally drops from the turnbuckle and stops distracting the referee. The official turns around to face the action just in time to spot Orlando crawling back into the ring and into the cover on Victoria, hooking her legs.
Greyson: I’m sick….I mean it, I am legitimately SICK.
Sparkles: Monarchy using their superior numbers to guarantee the win here.
The referee slaps the canvas to the loudest jeers of the night.
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That dread you were hearing from the audience, it just changed to delight. Victoria kicks out even after that devastating DDT into the chair. The fact that Victoria kicked out in spite of everything that Orlando and Monarchy have thrown at her leaves Cruze sitting beside her looking as white as Michael Jackson’s ghost.
Greyson: Victoria showing the same will we’ve seen exhibited by her friend and her partner Marina.
Frankie: Save it for a Hallmark card, Lovejoy.
Victoria may have kicked out though that appears to be the only thing she’s capable of after suffering that DDT into the chair. She can’t move, not to help herself or to help her partner. Though Marina might not need much in the way of assistance. She’s up and she’s fighting against some pretty insurmountable obstacles given the fact that she’s fighting against six individuals and doing so without a partner. Nevertheless her forearm cracks Orlando upside the jaw and then her boot collides with the still laid out Watson. Marina no sooner stomps Watson before spinning around and ramming her elbow upside Orlando’s chin once again.
Marina latches onto Orlando’s wrist in the hopes of shooting him off into the ropes, that’s not about to happen. Cruze reverses and instead its Marina sent sailing into the cables. Marina bounces off of them and then goes running into Orlando’s clutches. He catches her and throws her over his head, thinking he’s launched her into a back drop….NOPE. Marina soars over Orlando and into a dropkick that nails his partner to the chest. A totally unsuspecting Watson is caught with the blow that sends him crashing onto his back then ultimately out of the ring all together. The referee goes to check on his condition, once again distracted from the action that is still ongoing behind him.
Orlando takes advantage of this opportunity, grabbing the steel chair off the canvas that Victoria’s head was spiked into. Soon that chair is going to crush Marina’s kidneys. The chair goes swinging towards Marina’s spine but if you thought it would make contact, you obviously don’t know the intended victim well enough. Marina tucks into a roll under the chair and into the ropes lined up behind her. Marina leaps out of the roll and goes leaping to the middle cable, springing back into an elbow aimed at her opponent. Orlando drops the chair just in time to catch Marina hurdling towards him, plucking her straight out of the air and dragging her down straight into the bridging German suplex.
Greyson: What a suplex!
Frankie: The mother of all friggin’ suplexes!
The referee’s attention is back on the action in the ring, coincidentally just in time to make the count.
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It doesn’t matter how impressive Orlando’s German suplex might have been, cause his opponent can still summon the strength to kick out. Orlando might lose his grip on Marina’s waist, but his partner is right there to latch onto her legs. While Marina is still slightly bridged onto the back of one of her shoulders, Watson comes running in, grabs her by the creases of her legs and flips into the jackknife cover.
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It once again takes all of Marina’s reserved energy to pop a shoulder up off the canvas in time to prevent defeat.
Frankie: Come on already!
Greyson: Monarchy just can’t keep either Marina or her partner Victoria down.
It looks as if frustration is starting to take hold of Monarchy and that is a bad thing for their opponents. Orlando and Watson appear to be on the verge of outright concluding this brutal bout, standing side by side and stomping their feet in synchronism.
Greyson: Looks like Watson and Orlando are about to hit their own version of the Superkick Soiree!
Watson is the first to unleash his kick on Marina’s face, but it’s not HER face that the boot hits. At the last second a recovered Victoria runs in and dropkicks the back of Watson’s knee, causing his foot to be shot around and to slap his own partner in the temple. Orlando is sent flailing to the ground while Watson staggers around griping at the back of his knee. He is soon clutching at his throat when Victoria hits him with a powerful leg lariat. Both athletes are down though Victoria is already ascending back to her feet. She points out her next target, and it’s a disorientated, unsuspecting Orlando Cruze. It seems that she could be setting him up for the Vanglorious Victory. She is just about to make the kill, but guess what, that’s NOT happening. Alistair and Lexy don’t let it. They reach into the ring and grab Victoria’s legs, using their grip to drag her from the squared circle.
Greyson: Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Monarchy interfer….HEY WAIT!
What Alsitair and Lexy don’t learn until it’s potentially too late, is that when they pulled Victoria out of the ring it wasn’t the only thing that they dragged from the squared circle. Victoria didn’t exit the ring empty handed, she has a steel chair in her hands and now she’s chasing Monarchy with it.
Greyson: Victoria picked up that chair that was used on her earlier and now she’s chasing Monarchy with it.
Frankie: That psychopath!
Monarchy continue to run away from a chair wielding Victoria. Meanwhile back in the ring Orlando has gotten over that kick upside his skull and is now prepared to deliver a concussing blow of his own on Victoria’s partner. Marina is getting back to her feet with the use of the ropes before Orlando takes her by the wrist and launches her into the cables. Just before she hits the ropes she leaps onto them instead, landing on the middle strand then springing back into an elbow. Once again Marina finds her effort for not, because Orlando reaches out and catches her around the waist. Orlando now throws Marina up into a German suplex, but this time things go horribly awry. Marina slips out of Orlando’s hands and uses her upward momentum to land on top of his shoulders. She then falls forward and pulls her adversary down into the victory roll.
Greyson: A surprise roll up!
Frankie: Kick out you bald bastard!
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Shocked as Orlando may be, he still has the presence of mind to get his shoulder up just a second before taking a loss. There may be nothing he can do to save him though when Marina rolls back onto her feet and then delivers a standing shooting star press. She comes down right on top of Orlando’s ribs and then hooks his leg.
Sparkles: Sensational splash followed by the pin!
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No matter how sensational said splash was, it still didn’t finish Orlando off. The Phenom gets a shoulder up once again in the nick of time to keep this match going. Marina is exhausted but not holding anything back. She’s on her feet yet again and this time she’s looking for something a bit more destructive, the 450 from the top rope. Marina scales the corner and prepares to unleash the California Splash to a standing ovation. Just as she is about to fly off the turnbuckle another of her opponents interferes. Watson leaps up to the apron and puts his hand to Marina’s backside, shoving her off the corner and into the ring where Orlando is back on his feet waiting to catch her. He does catch her, in the sense that her arm wraps around his neck and she drags him down into the tornado DDT.
Sparkles: The 450 blocked but not the tornado DDT!
Greyson: Marina turning chaos into opportunity.
A beleaguered and besieged on all fronts Marina forces herself up from the ring and turns just in time to see Watson springing up onto the top rope beside her. He comes flying off and lands…lands crotch first straight on top of Marina’s knee. The atomic drop sends Watson staggering back into the ropes, gripping at his crotch. Marina is just about to take advantage of her opponent’s preoccupation with his wounded groin but first she has to contend when Taylor Chase interfering. She comes sliding into the ring only to have Marina send her flying from it. She runs in and tries to clothesline Tay only to have her target drop to her knees and cover up. The referee approaches Tay and Marina, forcing them apart. Meanwhile, behind his back Orlando is being fed the ring bell by another of his Monarchy colleagues, Alistair.
Greyson: Watch out Marina!
The warning doesn’t reach Marina’s ears in time. She turns just as the ring-bell comes hurdling towards the back of her head. It’s just then that Marina’s reflexes take over. She ducks the shot from the bell, turns to Orlando’s back and shoves him along into the ropes. He ends up falling into his wife Tay and the two take a tumble through the cables to the outside of the ring.
Sparkles: Marina manages to avoid calamity yet again!
Frankie: How in the hell are she and Victoria holding their own against Monarchy?
The speed and resourceful Marina has displayed has kept her alive in this match thus far. She doesn’t just want to live though, she wants to thrive. She kicks the ring-bell from the squared circle and then turns to a hunched over Watson. The second she grabs his arm she finds out why he was doubled over, it was to hide the fact that a pair of brass knuckles are wrapped around his fist. The weapon that was thrown into the ring by Kat Kelly collides straight with Marina’s brow. The blow knocks Marina to her back while Watson drops down and puts his shoulders into the creases of her knees.
Greyson: Did Watson have something over his knuckles?
Frankie: Of course not, he just has a devastating right hand.
Sparkles: Uhhh, I think Sparkles saw something on his fist.
Frankie: Alright agent Mulder, keep on ‘wanting to believe.’
The moment the referee drops to the canvas and makes the count, Watson puts his legs back and places them over the middle rope for added leverage. Marina’s partner has no idea that the pin is happening in the squared circle, Victoria is still chasing Lexy Chapel around the ringside area with a steel chair threatening the Monarchy member.
Greyson: Your partner Victoria! Help your partner!
Nothing can help Marina at the moment after having brass knuckles bust her upside the brow.
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The dread in the arena is as thick as the clog in Louie Anderson’s arteries. The crowd is deeply saddened by the fact that Marina couldn’t get her shoulder up in time and that she has fallen victim to Monarchy’s numbers.
Frankie: That’s how it’s done! That’s how you get it done! Alright, Monarchy!
Greyson: They cheated their asses off, Frankie. They shouldn’t be happy with this win at all.
Frankie: You take it any way you can get it. Besides, it’s not Monarchy’s fault that Marina has a glass jaw.
Greyson: I’m telling you, Watson used some time of weapon on Marina.
Frankie: Stop with your silly conspiracy theorems.
One of Watson’s arms are raised aloft in victory, but the other remains conspicuously folded across his stomach, making sure that his hand never comes into view. Orlando staggers into his partner’s side and gives Watson a big hug. In the process the brass knuckles that were wrapped around Watson’s fingers are handed to Orlando, who quickly hides them by tucking the weapon into his trunks.
Greyson: There! There I just saw it!
Frankie: You didn’t see shit.
Sparkles: It looks like Watson handed something to Orlando.
Frankie: You two are pathetic. You’ll do anything to tear Monarchy down.
Orlando and Watson continue to celebrate their jaded victory, or at least they would if Victoria weren’t headed in their direction clutching a steel chair. She holds the weapon back and threatens to swing it at Watson and Orlando, who quickly evade the blow by means of vacating the ring. Once they’re outside of the squared circle, Watson, Orlando, Taylor, Alistair, Lexy and Kat have a proper celebration to commemorate their ‘win.’
Greyson: When Marina recovers from that blow on her noggin, you better believe there is going to be hell to pay for this.
Marina sits up holding the goose-egg protruding from her forehead and glares past her partner Victoria. Her eyes are seething as they settle on the six individuals who go on celebrating as they back up the ramp.
Orlando: We told you! We told you all (screaming at the fans) that everyone who conspired against us two weeks ago would pay!
Taylor: And Karen McBride is NEXT.
Tay looks straight into the nearest camera, getting as uncomfortably close to it as possible.
Taylor: You hear that Karen? I want you in this ring TONIGHT! This ends with YOU!
Attention turns to backstage correspondent Mark Comeau, occupying the designated interview zone and clasping hold of a microphone. It appears that he is without a guest, though that has a pattern of changing and quick. For the moment he speaks straight into the camera set up in front of him.
Comeau: Seems we’ve had an atmosphere conducive to some good ole’ fashion chaos here tonight on Riot, and I guess we can thank groups such as Monarchy and New Eden for that. From the sounds of the challenge just issued by Taylor Chase, things are not going to get any easier as the night progresses. Will Karen McBride accept Taylor’s demand to meet her inside of that ring later tonight? That’s the question on the minds of the fans and the roster. However, I have it on very good authority that Mrs. McBride is not yet here in the Manhattan Center hence why I cannot get a word with the Principle Owne….
Voice: AAAAHHH!
The roar is loud, the roar is primal, the roar is downright blood curdling. Who gives a damn about interviews anymore, Comeau is only concerned with self-preservation. He cowers at the image of a door completely breaking off its hinges and falling over into the very same hallway where the correspondent is stood. What was hurdled into the door in order to tear it down? The body of Flash Silver.
Holt: Tisk-tisk-tisk, big mistake kid.
Complains Ricky Holt, who steps out of the very same room that a mutilated Flash was just tossed from. Behind Ricky stands a man smeared in feces, the man responsible for the blood that is trickling down Flash’s cheeks, the man that has come to be known as Teiji Shintaro. At an even greater distance stands Eric O’Flaherty, the grand overseer of all this violence. The swig he just took from a silver flask makes this show all the more entertaining. The mildly inebriated O’Flaherty watches as Holt crouches beside the blood covered features of Silver.
Holt: Hopefully next time when my boy Teiji (points to the man stood over his shoulder covered in his own fecal matter and self-inflicted wounds) enters a room you don’t eyeball him. Otherwise, he might just add those eyes of yours to his collection.
Holt wears a big old smile, especially when giving a condescending smack to the unconscious Flash’s face.
The World Champion has seen better days. It appears that the injuries she sustained several weeks ago continue to plague her. Her arm is presently extended out to her side and although some of the swelling has went down in her shoulder it still doesn’t look to be fully healed. The Trainer that is presently studying Katelyn Buehler’s injuries can tell just at first glance that the champ still has some convalescing to do. Nevertheless he goes through the motions, feeling several parts of her arm, studying her expression to see how she reacts to each of his touches and keeping both her and her injuries exposed to the bright lights of his office. All Katelyn can do is just sit there on the cot and go through the motions.
Katelyn: I feel 100% better.
The Trainer lets his glasses slip down to the tip of his nose so Katelyn can see his disapproving stare.
Trainer: Really? From the looks of it you’re at 50%, TOPS.
Katelyn: I can handle 50%.
Trainer: If it were up to me, you wouldn’t be given the opportunity.
Katelyn: Well it’s not.
The Champion pulls her arm out of the Trainer’s clutches and then grabs the World Title belt that was sitting on the cot beside her.
Katelyn: Do you see this (puts the belt right in front of the Trainer’s face). This is why I’ll still wrestle even if I’m at 50%, 25%, hell 2%. Now do your job Mr. Magoo, tape me up and keep your mouth shut.
The Trainer does as he’s instructed, fixing his glasses, grabbing some tape and applying it to the Champion’s shoulder. As the medic does his job there’s another man waiting outside of the office to do his. Katelyn’s agent Dan Douglas lingers in the hallway and in his possession is a golden talisman.
Douglas: Well (never looking up from the talisman) here goes nothing.
He summons all of his will power to go stepping into the room where he will put the talisman to the test.
Melanie: Kar-Bear, where are you?
It’s been a struggle for Melanie McBride to watch everything that’s gone down here tonight, and an even greater struggle to get her sister Karen to answer her phone. This has to be the twentieth call that Melanie has placed to the Principle Owner in the last hour, though she keeps getting absolutely nothing in terms of a response. She paces back and forth through the office where her sister is SUPPOSED to be, calling the shots and leading the charge against Monarchy’s claim to total dominion over the IWC roster. Karen isn’t here though, and thus far Monarchy’s rule has gone largely unchecked.
Melanie: Look, things have gotten totally out of control tonight. Between New Eden and Monarchy, this place has turned into a friggin zoo. And-and-AAAAND Taylor Chase is threatening to call YOU out. You need to get here, get here QUICK!
A despondent Melanie lowers the phone from her ear and looks longingly at the screen, hoping to at least get a text message notification.
Howe: Seems you have your hands full.
Melanie tightens her grip on her phone when hearing the voice of Martin Howe III, the man who advises the most destructive force in all of professional wrestling, the female juggernaut, the destroyer of beauty, Miss Jon.
Melanie: What makes you think you have the right to just come waltzing right in here?
Howe: Please (slowly waving his open hands through the air), I didn’t mean to create a stir with my intrusion. Actually, that’s what I’m here to prevent.
Melanie: I don’t get your meaning.
Howe: I understand it’s been a troublesome night for your sister’s administration, so let me take this opportunity to relieve some of the pressure she might be under. Two weeks ago things got out of control and it led to my client, Miss Jon, making the unfortunate mistake of striking Karen.
Melanie: She almost broke my sister’s jaw.
Howe: Believe me, you should be thankful that she didn’t do far worse. Anyway, I’m promising you right here and right now that there will be no repeat of what happened two weeks ago. Tonight my client will be on her absolute best behavior.
Melanie: Ooookay?
Howe: And I trust that your sister will take notice of this?
Melanie: I’m sure Karen will.
Howe: Good. Because I’m sure once Karen has seen that Miss Jon can play by the rules, that it will sway the Principle Owner into giving my client the title matches she deserves.
There it is, Howe’s ulterior motive. He leaves the room and allows his words to ruminate with McBride. The camera doesn’t stay with Melanie, it follows Howe right out of the office and into the hallway. As he gingerly strides down the corridor he runs into the last people he expected to cross paths with. It’s been a long time since anyone has seen either Leviticus and the Great Ba-Bam, which makes their presence here this evening all the more surprising. The two are eagerly moving towards the Principle Owner’s office, but have to get past Howe first.
Leviticus: Hey Chief. What number you get?
Howe’s face puckers into a look of confusion.
Howe: Number?
Leviticus: Yeah, my bud and I are here to draw our numbers for the Rumble.
Howe: Hmmm, I think you two might be mistaken. The Rumble isn’t for another four we…..
Leviticus: What? Ooooh, I get it. You and all those other bottom-feeders in the locker-room don’t think Ba-Bam and I deserve to be in the Last Stand Rumble? Am I right? You think just because we haven’t been on television in months that we haven’t earned our spots in the Rumble? Well you’re wrong bozo! Now get out of our way, we’ve got balls to grab.
Leviticus doesn’t care how that sounded. He and Ba-Bam storm right into the office that Howe just vacated, the pair harboring the belief that numbers for the Last Stand Rumble are presently being drawn.
The opening tracks of “Unsettling Differences” play over the PA system leading to an UNSETTLING response from the fans in attendance. The crowd is already getting squeamish and yet neither Ricky Holt nor Teiji Shintaro have done a thing as of yet, other than head down the ramp. Holt stares out from behind his trademark shades while obnoxiously smacking his teeth around his gum. What Teiji is chewing isn’t gum, it’s something a lot more tasty, a patch of his own flesh.
Sparkles: Looks like we’re about to have the censors cut the feed again.
Frankie: Why? Was the show going to do an extreme close up on Karen McBride’s face?
Greyson: Cheap shot Frankie, very cheap.
Frankie: I like my insults just like I like my ladies.
Greyson: Two weeks ago Ricky Holt released his “REAL” wrestler on the IWC landscape and let’s just say that the behavior of Teiji Shintaro pushed the censors past their breaking point.
Sparkles: He mauled an unsuspecting Tyson Galloway with his fists, his fork, and Sparkles can’t believe I’m about to say this, with his FECES.
Frankie: Holt and Teiji made a lasting impression.
Greyson: I’m sure they plan on doing the same here tonight.
We don’t see Teiji dissecting either an unsuspecting victim or himself at the moment, we just see him crouching down in the corner of the ring anxiously leaning from one side to the other. He’s got an insatiable lust for violence and it MUST be appeased. Stood out front and center is where we find Ricky Holt, microphone in his hand.
Holt: A lot of those kids back there (points in the general vicinity of the locker-room) tend to make some pretty outlandish promises. They prattle on about winning the Rumble, about main eventing Invictus and some other such tomfoolery. But how many of those spunky little shits actually do as they promise, and how many of them are just blowing smoke up your assholes? You see, it’s rare, innnnncreeedibly rare that any of those big talkers actually back up their words.
An UNSETTLING smile comes to Holt’s face.
Holt: But me, I’m not that type of person. When I make a promise, you better believe I’m going to back it up. (Arches his brow when hearing the crowd groan) You have every single right to be cynical. You’ve heard this song and dance before from a long list of ‘talents.’ Guys like this Matthew Bowden kid, who came waltzing down this ramp two weeks ago swearing he’d beat Lexy Chapel then getting a mouth full of superkick for his troubles. Guys like the ‘immortal’ Johnny Kingdom who swore and swore that he was going to inject some life into this company but thus far has only managed to inject shit into his depends. So yeah, you’ve heard people make promises but you haven’t seen them follow through. That all changed two weeks ago. Cause for months I’ve vowed that I was going to grace this sport with a REAL wrestler and dammit if I didn’t deliver!
Teiji Shintaro tucks into a forward roll across the canvas, ending up kneeling at Holt’s side.
Holt: Two weeks ago I brought you THIS specimen, this human oddity, this Japanese NIGHTMARE, Teiji Shintaro, and boy did he ever make an impact. An impact that is SEERED into your minds. When you close your eyes at night, what is it you see? I’ll tell you what you see, its Teiji taking the points of a fork to rip the skin clean off Tyson Galloway’s face. When you’re in quiet places, what is it you hear? I’ll tell you what you hear, it’s the sound of Tyson squeeeeeeeeaaaling and beeeeegging for leniency. None of you people are gonna forget it, the sights and the sounds of Teiji’s debut in the IWC.
Drool actually drips from the corners of Teiji’s mouth when thinking back to what he did to Tyson.
Holt: I stuck to my promise just like I always do. I vowed to give you a real wrestler and that’s what you got. Now I’m making another promise that I’ll keep, a promise to give you people a proper main event to the much hyped mega-event, Invictus (here comes the obligatory point to the Invictus banner hanging from the rafters). 2016 will mark the first time in the history of Invictus, that a REAL main event takes place featuring a REAL wrestler. Ricky Holt WILL challenge for the World Championship, and I’m going to do it by throwing however many bodies it takes over the top rope in the Last Stand Rumble.
Holt slowly approaches the ropes while staring into the hard camera.
Holt: I will win the Rumble…
He leans over the cables to make sure the camera is as close to his face as it can possibly be.
Holt: I promise.
Flash: You want to talk promises?
For the first time in his entire pitiable existence, Flash Silver actually gets CHEERED. Both he and fellow wrestler Eric Sailes come waltzing on out to the stage with hardware in hand. Extending from either of their palms are kendo sticks, weapons they hope will help even the odds against the duo inside the squared circle.
Greyson: Flash Silver coming out here, he was the most recent victim of Teiji Shintaro and Ricky Holt.
Sparkles: Plus he’s got Eric Sailes with him, he got blindsided by Holt’s crew two weeks ago.
Frankie: What do these two think they’re going to accomplish?
Greyson: From the looks of the weapons in their hands, I think we can figure that out.
Flash threateningly points a kendo stick straight at Teiji and an amused Holt.
Flash: Well Sailes and I have a promise of our own. We’re promising to enter the 2016 Last Stand Rumble, and furthermore, I’m promising that I’m personally going to eliminate you from it.
This ‘promise’ actually has Holt rolling around on the canvas clutching his stomach he’s laughing so forcefully.
Flash: Yeah, go on, just go on laughing terrorist, cause you’ll never laugh again once Sailes and I come down that ramp and shove these kendo sticks straight up your pooper. Come on Eric!
Yes Flash did just say the word ‘pooper,’ and he is headed down the ramp with Sailes hitched to his side.
Greyson: From the looks of things we’ve got ourselves an impromptu match guys.
Frankie: Only you would be delusional enough to think that what we’re about to see is a match.
Sparkles: Sailes and Flash want to get themselves a piece of Holt, and a piece of Teiji.
Frankie: Whatever piece Teiji hasn’t already torn off himself.
RICKY HOLT & TEIJI SHINTARO VS. FLASH SILVER & ERIC SAILES
Although Flash Silver and Eric Sailes marched upon the ring all full of bravado they find themselves a bit hesitant once they’ve actually reached said ring. They immediately start rethinking their challenge when seeing the crazed look in Teiji’s eyes and the substance he is starting to smear across his chest. Let’s just say that that substance is brown, and every bit as flatulent as you would think it is.
Frankie: Oh boy, Flash, bud, you not only made by far and away the dumbest challenge of your life, but you’ve selected the worse tag team partner in history.
Greyson: Looks as if both he and Sailes are second guessing themselves.
Sparkles: Too late to back out now.
Flash directs Sailes, telling him to go around to the other side of the ring. The order is followed and once Sailes is in position both he and Flash storm the ring from opposite ends. They slide in with kendo sticks griped tight. They may never get a chance to use those weapons because they are instantly greeted by boots the moment they’ve gotten into the squared circle. Holt is clubbing away at the back of Flash’s skull while Teiji is slamming his boot across the face of Sailes.
Frankie: You know, Sparkles, you said it’s too late to back down, but it’s never too late to run.
Sparkles: Sparkles would advise doing just that.
Holt yanks Flash to his feet by his hair and is about to give him another face full of knuckles. That’s not about to happen, cause Flash finds himself on the receiving end of a blow straight across the ribs with the kendo stick. The strike to the abs has Holt stooped over, exposing his back to another stiff strike from Flash’s weapon. On the other side of the ring Sailes is fairing much better than he did with his initial assault. The very top of his kendo stick rams against his attacker’s stomach, driving deep into Teiji’s gut. Sailes then steps back from his opponent and swings his kendo stick as hard as he possibly can, cracking Teiji between the eyes.
Greyson: There we go. Sailes and Flash getting on the offensive.
Sparkles: Good thing they brought those kendo sticks out here with them.
One such kendo stick is placed across Holt’s throat, first grounding him and then choking him. Flash kneels down at Holt’s side and puts all the pressure he can muster into strangling his adversary. Teiji is in bad shape himself, receiving a second blow from Sailes’ kendo stick right between the eyes. The shot SHOULD rattle his skull, it SHOULD send him toppling to the canvas, it SHOULD have some type of effect on him, but it doesn’t. Teiji smiles with his teeth crusted in brown fecal matter and then slaps his fist into his own forehead, demanding another blow, insisting on another strike. Sailes once again follows orders, this time from his opponent as opposed to his partner. The kendo stick is driven for a third time into Teiji’s face, but the strike yet again fails to do much in the form of damage.
It doesn’t hurt Teiji, it just fires him up. He’s now compelled to grab the kendo stick still in Sailes’ hands and yank him forward straight into a thumb across his opponent’s throat. Sailes goes down to the canvas clasping at his neck and gasping for air. Teiji makes it harder for Sailes to breathe when he drops a head straight into his lungs.
On the other side of the ring Flash is swinging his kendo stick down into the stomach of a laid out Holt, hitting him again and again and again. He treats Holt like a piñata on Cinco de Mayo. This succession of blows stops when Holt rolls out from under them and into the ropes. He uses the cables to reach his feet, standing up just as the cane collides against his shoulder. Holt doubles over in pain while Flash barrels in to deliver a knock out, and potentially concussing shot. Instead of hitting his opponent’s head, Flash collides with Holt’s shoulder, finding himself back dropped over the ropes to the exterior of the ring.
Teiji sees Flash fall to the outside and quickly responds to his opponent’s descent. With delight Teiji scales the corner to the top rope then comes flipping off it with a senton bomb to the OUTSIDE of the ring. He hurts himself just so he can hurt Flash, doing significant damage to both men.
Sparkles: Look at Teiji….
Frankie: But don’t do it that long.
Greyson: He’s loving the hell out of this.
Sparkles: Mutilating his opponent and himself.
The blows to Sailes’ body make it complicated for him to fend off the demented plots of his adversary. Holt has a kendo stick in his hands as he backs up a corner, reaching the middle rope. He comes flying off and in the process swings the kendo stick directly into Sailes’ crotch. The blow just bent more than one stick, evident by the fact that Sailes is flopping around cupping his very tender region.
Greyson: There shall be no future generations of Sailes.
Frankie: I’m sure we’re all thankful for that.
The condition of Sailes’ groin is about to be the least of his worries. Teiji is reaching beneath the squared circle, first fetching a trashcan that makes its way into the ring and then snatching hold of a table.
Greyson: Teiji’s got a table. Jesus Christ, Teiji’s got a friggin table!
Frankie: This is gonna get REEEEEAL bad.
The table is slanted diagonally from the mats to Teiji’s hands, trying to get a good grip on it. He is unaware that Flash has recovered, leaning the bulk of his weight against the ringside barricade. Suddenly Flash summons the courage to jump onto that barricade, run across it and then dive off into a dropkick. His boots nail the table and drives it back into Teiji’s body. The impact sends Teiji staggering from one table to another, falling right in front of the commentators.
Greyson: Oh shit….
Frankie: Literally. I can smell it and based on the odor I think Teiji has been dining on some fine White Castle American cuisine.
Teiji tries to back away from the announce table only he doesn’t get very far on account of the chair shot that cracks him over the upper back. First Flash swings the chair and then he places it under his armpit. He leaps onto the barricade once again only to come flying off with an elbow drop while the chair was stuck under his arm. He comes down right across the back of Teiji’s head, sandwiching the skull of the Nightmare between the chair and the announce table.
Frankie: Where is Flash getting this from?
Back inside of the ring Holt has hold of the trashcan that his partner fed to him earlier. He steps towards a kneeling Sailes and swings wildly. The trashcan smashes him right across the top of his head, leaving him all together paralyzed by the impact. Holt further employs the trashcan, sliding it down over his opponent’s head and his upper body, trapping him inside. Holt then leaves his feet, swinging around into a kick that drives the trashcan into the back of Sailes’ head.
Meanwhile at ringside we see Flash standing on top of the announce table but preparing to leap from the top of it. He looks ready to fling himself into Teiji only to stop when realizing that his intended target is smeared in fecal matter. Flash cringes at the thought of getting himself covered in shit. So instead of leaping into the laid out Teiji, Flash reaches for him. He kneels down on the announce table and reaches out, grabbing Teiji by the hair and expecting to ease him back up to his feet. Nothing is ever easy when it comes to Teiji. The Nightmare spits foul and fragrant feces right into Flash’s eyes.
Frankie: Ewww, ahhhh, fucking gross!
Sparkles: Some of it hit Sparkles, oh my God, some of it hit Sparkles!
Greyson: We’re going to have to cover ourselves in slickers from now on.
The brown mist has Flash blinded and writhing across the top of the announce table. Teiji takes this moment to approach the table that he dragged out from under the squared circle, setting it up beside his visually challenged opponent. Maniacal laughter is emanating from Teiji as he climbs up onto the announce table where he places Flash in a front chancery.
Greyson: Oh lord, there is literally no way to tell what Teiji has planned now.
Sparkles: All Sparkles does know is that there’s shit, shit EVERYWHERE!
Teiji doesn’t just spread fecal matter, he spreads chaos.
The clearly crazed man hoists Flash up and hits him with a brainbuster from the top of one table and through another.
Greyson: OOOOOH GOD IN HEAVEN!
Frankie: Flash is dead, he’s friggin dead dude.
Sparkles: He’s broken in half!
The table shatters just as badly as Flash’s body. He lays comatose amongst the fragments of wood while his opponent sits up with only the whites of his eyes peeking out from behind his mask of fecal matter. The screams of ‘holy shit’ emanating from the audience seems to put Teiji in a trance. His tag team partner is getting equally as destructive. Holt is stomping and stomping at the trashcan that is wrapped around the body of Sailes. But the stomps are just not enough to truly get him off. It’s just not doing it for Holt, he wants something….something more DESTRUCTIVE. The wheels in his head are turning and now he’s come up with something truly reprehensible. With Sailes still trapped inside of the trashcan he’s dragged up and into position for a piledriver.
Greyson: No. Holt’s not going to…he wouldn’t.
Frankie: You don’t know Ricky Holt very well then.
Sparkles: Don’t do it Holt, you’ll kill him.
Teiji has slid into the ring while holding a piece of broken table that he is using to cut into the skin on his own chest. The cuts are every bit as euphoric for Teiji as what he is about to see his partner deliver. The crowd collectively loses their minds at the sight of Holt delivering the flipping piledriver on Sailes, who was STILL trapped inside of the trashcan.
Frankie: AAAAAAAAH!!!
Greyson: Unbelievable! Unbelievable!!
Sparkles: Sailes’ neck has to be broken, it HAS TO BE BROKEN!
The New Dawn Fades has connected and it has just put Sailes in a coma. If you think there is any possible way that he’ll kick out, then you need to slap yourself in the face with a hammer. Holt doesn’t even bother to remove the trashcan that remains wrapped around the body of his fallen opponent, he just lays down right on top of it in order to pin his hapless victim. Teiji continues to watch as the referee makes the count.
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Sailes stood no chance, of either kicking out or possibly ever walking again. Holt doesn’t even bother to celebrate his victory, blowing off Sailes while approaching his partner Teiji. However, Teiji DOES want to celebrate, in his own unique way. He walks right past Holt, barely even acknowledging his presence and then jumps to the top rope. He comes flipping off of into a moonsault that crashes into the trashcan that Sailes is stuck inside.
Greyson: Enough is enough!
Frankie: Flash and Sailes should’ve counted their blessings that they were let off easy the last time they tangled with these two men.
Sparkles: Nobody deserves treatment like this.
Greyson: This match is over dammit!
Teiji kneels beside the mangled can and the mangled man inside of it. His eyes veer to the face of his partner Holt, while his finger points at the nearest turnbuckle. A smile comes to Holt’s face as he nears the corner, steps up it and then comes flying off into a 450 splash. He crashes right into the trashcan and further smashes Sailes as a result.
Greyson: Stop this! Stop this!
Sparkles: Should we call out clowns or something to distract these two raging bulls so that we can cart what’s left of Sailes away?
Frankie: Don’t be silly, Sparkles. There’s NOTHING left of Sailes.
Sailes goes on doing nothing more than twitching and writhing inside of the can that may have to be cut off of him at this rate. All the while Teiji is kneeling beside his mutilated prey while Holt stands over his partner’s back and points straight to the Invictus banner hanging high from the rafters.
Greyson: Is Holt going to main event Invictus?
Sparkles: He’ll have to go through more than just Eric Sailes and Flash Silver to make that happen. He’ll have to go through the entire IWC roster to win the Rumble and qualify for a shot to become the World Champion.
The man with so much flare he has to wear earplugs when making his entrance is presently warming up in the backstage area. Unlike two weeks ago we don’t find Matthew Bowden doing a very ill advised splits, instead he’s simply jogging in place while singing the tune that is being fed into his ears by his IPod.
Bowden: Uptown girl, she’s been living in an uptown world.
Bowden will definitely have quite a career as a professional Karaoke singer if he decides to get out of wrestling.
Comeau: Excuse me, Sir Spectacular….
The earbuds plop out of Bowden’s head as he turns to acknowledge correspondent Mark Comeau.
Bowden: Didn’t we agree on Mr. EXCITEMENT?
Comeau: (Pauses for thought) Uhhhh, I can’t remember what I ate for breakfast, let alone what you demanded I call you when we talked two weeks ago.
Bowden: We talked two weeks ago? I thought I got interviewed by your better half, Susie Moore.
Comeau: No, everyone just HOPES their interviewed by Susie.
Bowden: Meh, I could give or take, unless she’s wearing something real low cut.
Comeau: Bowden, we just heard Ricky Holt….
Bowden: Ooooh great, this guy’s making headlines again? What stinky thing he do this time?
Comeau: Well he just vowed to win the upcoming Last Stand Rumble while also kind of throwing some back handed insults your way.
Bowden: Awww, you mean the mighty Ricky Holt dubbed me worthy of a name drop?
Comeau: That he did. He pretty much insulted you based on your failure to defeat Lexy Chapel two weeks ago.
Bowden: You know, (wagging finger at Comeau) between you and that other guy with dentures (referring to Johnny Kingdom), I’ve been hearing a lot about Holt lately. And nothing I hear is good. First he implies that guys like me and everyone else in the locker-room are not REAL wrestlers and now he’s calling me out for losing to Lexy two weeks ago? The brass ones on this guy. He doesn’t even know me. But-but-but you know what, if he wants to learn a little bit more about yours truly, and see what a REAL wrestler REALLY is, then you can tell him to watch my match later tonight.
Comeau: Alright, I’ll relay the message.
Informs Comeau before going to walk away. He doesn’t get very far before he’s grabbed by the sleeve of his jacket.
Bowden: Just one second (turns Comeau back to face him). Make sure that when you tell Holt to watch my match that you refer to me as Mr. Adrenaline….
Comeau: Ugh, gotcha.
Comeau goes to leave again only to continue finding his sleeve snagged on Bowden’s hand.
Bowden: AND you might also want to refer me to as the winner of the 2016 Last Stand Rumble.
Stagehand: Mrs. Silverstone?
The very same young man that was seen two weeks prior hand delivering a letter written by agent Tabitha Silverstone to her client Andre Jordan now faces a different task. He’s standing outside Tabitha’s dressing room, trying his best to summon the courage to go inside.
Tabitha: Come on in….
The distant voice of Tabitha carries from her room and into the hall. After taking a deep breath the Stagehand walks inside and finds himself facing a folding panel divider. Tabitha is presumably standing behind it and is in the process of getting herself changed. Like a true gentleman the Stagehand averts his eyes to the floor.
Tabitha: What can I do for you?
She multi-tasks, talking while dressing.
Stagehand: Ummmm, I don’t know quite how to say this….
Tabitha: I don’t have a lot of time, so out with it.
Stagehand: (Another deep breath) Alright, I know what happened to your client Andre Jordan.
The silhouette of Tabitha’s body that can be seen through the panel room divider suddenly stops moving.
Tabitha: Do you?
Stagehand: Yes, and I know you had something to do with his abduction.
Tabitha: Really? Well aren’t you a regular Sherlock Holmes?
Stagehand: I delivered that letter you told me to give to Andre….
Tabitha: Yeah, so? What does that prove?
Stagehand: I also saw you go into Mika Kozlov’s dressing room, and then later that night I saw Mika and Borislav leaving the parking lot with Dre.
Tabitha: Interesting. Why didn’t you notify the authorities?
Stagehand: Because, well, Mrs. McBride was preoccupied dealing with Monarchy, so…..
Tabitha: What do you want?
Stagehand: I’m sorry?
Tabitha: You didn’t tell the Boss because you want something, something she wouldn’t give you. You want a little monetary incentive to keep your mouth shut, right?
Stagehand: I….well….it wouldn’t hurt.
Tabitha: Of course not.
Stagehand: But maybe you can satisfy my curiosity first. Why are you doing this to your own client?
Tabitha: I’m not doing this to my client, I’m doing it FOR my client. He needs Mika Kozlov’s influence. He needs her to make him just as dark, just as ruthless, just as vicious as she is.
Finally Tabitha emerges from behind the divider, stepping into the light and revealing that her body is covered in ‘wrestling gear?’
Tabitha: Now let’s get down to brass tax. I’m a busy woman….
Stagehand: Are you planning on…..? (Gestures to her gear)
Tabitha: Doing whatever it takes to show how much I care about my clients? Absolutely.
Deanna: What an amazing ride this has been….
Selena: It’s been WILD.
Corrects the Queen of Wrestling Champion Selena Frost as she strolls along down the corridor with her much beloved Deanna Springs. The newlyweds waltz hand in hand, deeply enjoying one another’s company.
Deanna: First we finally tie the knot….
Selena: In the most beautiful ceremony I could ever envision.
Deanna: Then two weeks ago you beat Alistair Taylor…..
Selena: In the most brutal Steel Cage match I’ve ever competed in.
Deanna: And now tonight you’re in a triple threat match where you have the chance to beat the World Champion.
Selena: I know….
Deanna: Hmmm, you don’t sound very enthusiastic about that last part.
Selena: No…I mean, yeah….no-no….I mean….I don’t know what I mean.
Deanna: What’s going through your head?
Selena: I’m excited for the opportunity to face Katelyn and further along my career, but it’s the World Champion….Do you honestly think I’m ready?
Deanna: Without a doubt. And rather you win or not, at least the IWC is recognizing that your worthy of standing in the same ring and going toe to toe with the World Champion. Plus, it gives you a chance to give this title (slides palm down the Queen of Wrestling Title sitting over Selena’s shoulder) even more exposure.
Selena: I do want to make this belt stand out….
Deanna: So you see, it’s a win/win situati….
This sweet conversation ends on the most bitter of notes. A steel pipe wallops Selena right in the upper back and the blow instantly takes her down to the floor. In the process of falling over Selena unintentionally bumped into her wife, sending Deanna staggering back and falling against the wall. Neither lady is able to stop Selena’s attacker from swinging the pipe down over the spine of the Queen of Wrestling Champion. And who is that attacker? Well it’s impossible to tell considering that their face is tucked under a black ski mask while a leather jumpsuit clings to the curves of her body.
Desmond: Did I forget to register a wedding gift?
Chuckles replace the sound of steel on bone. An amused Desmond Drake strides confidently to the side of the mysterious woman who just ambushed Selena.
Desmond: How negligent of me.
He reaches down and picks up the Queen of Wrestling Title belt that fell out of Selena’s hands.
Desmond: Let me make it up to you by giving you the best gift possible. My new friend here (pats the masked woman on her lower back) and I will do what you can’t, and put this championship (raises the Queen of Wrestling Title) on the map. Ciao.
Drake and the masked lady walk away with Selena’s title in their possession. As much as she yearns to pursue the pair she’s unable to do anything other than writhe on the floor. A despondent Deanna crawls up beside her and takes her wife’s head into her hands.
Just when the fans thought they had seen enough of Monarchy we now hear the theme song of one of its most prolific members playing over the PA system. Orlando Cruze comes walking out to the stage and he is on a mission. Stood behind him are a sweaty Ryan Watson and an always angered Alistair Taylor. The three Monarchy members start to walk down the ramp together but Orlando suddenly stops, turns around and puts his palms up to his partners in crime. He politely asks them to go backstage while he heads in the opposite direction, traversing the ramp on his way to the ring.
Sparkles: Selena Frost just blindsided backstage by some masked assailant….
Frankie: All under the direction of Dessie D.
Sparkles: Looks like the issues between Desmond Drake and Selena Frost are not over.
Greyson: And neither are the issues between Monarchy and the Riot brand of the IWC.
Sparkles: Orlando Cruze headed out our way, and did you notice that he sent his posse to the back.
Frankie: Sparkles, you soooo need an anatomy lesson, men don’t have posses, if we did we’d never leave the house.
Greyson: After everything Orlando and Monarchy have done here tonight, I’m really not looking forward to finding out what brings him to the ring now.
Regardless of rather the commentators want to discover Orlando’s motives or not, their about to hear them. He’s got a mic in hand that he’s smacking upside his palm to test.
Orlando: I want to make sure even you fans sitting all the way up there in the cheap seats can hear this. All night long Monarchy have been forcing the cast of characters that put their hands on us two weeks ago to answer for their transgressions. That trend will continue later on when my smoking hot….and I mean SMOOOOOKING HAWT, wife, comes out to this ring and challenges the Principle Owner to a fight. But see, the security we beat down earlier, and Karen McBride who’ll be beat down later tonight, aren’t the only ones who are deserving of Monarchy’s wrath. There’s another no good piece of shit back there in that locker-room who put their hands on both myself and my wife two weeks ago. And the fact that he attacked my lady shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone, considering that this guy has a penchant for beating women. Isn’t that right, Andre Jordan!?!
The name gets a hell of a response from the fans, and that reaction only makes Orlando all that more bitter.
Orlando: (Speaking through his grinding teeth) Andre, I’m getting real sick and tired of you hiding from me. When Monarchy and I put together a list of all the people we were going to target tonight, yours was at the top of it. Now I’m sick of waiting to cross your name off. Stop laying low, stop cowering behind Tabitha’s dress and sending your friends Marina and Victoria out to fight your battles for you. Grow a set, come out here and FIGHT ME!
The microphone hits the floor and Orlando hopes it won’t be the last thing he tosses to the canvas. If Andre comes out, Orlando will send him crashing down too. Unfortunately, Orlando has no idea that Andre is still in the clutches of Mika Kozlov, meaning he’s unable to answer this impromptu challenge.
Greyson: I’m speechless….
Sparkles: Hi Speechless, I’m Sparkles, hahahahaha.
Frankie: My boy Orlando Cruze stepping up big here tonight.
Greyson: He wants to continue the war that he’s been waging with Andre Jordan for the latter months of 2015.
Sparkles: We saw them briefly go at it on the last Riot, and if Orlando has his way, they’ll keep on going at it right now.
Greyson: I’m surprised Orlando wants a fair one on one fight with Dre, having sent his Monarchy brethren to the back.
Frankie: Why does that shock you? Orlando is a stand-up guy.
The camera cuts to the guerilla position, revealing several stacked crates with two men trying to conceal their bodies behind them. Alistair Taylor and Ryan Watson, the very same guys that Orlando presumably sent to the locker-room were actually redirected to the guerilla position where they wait to jump Andre Jordan the moment he shows up. They hold pipe wrenches in their hands to inflict even more punishment on him. Unfortunately they never get that opportunity, because Dre is nowhere in sight. Instead there’s another figure who goes walking past both men. We can only see the very top of their head, the camera angled at a position where their face goes unseen. However, the faces of Watson and Alistair are in view as they stand in the distance peeking out from behind the crates they’re using as a hiding place. Both men look very confused at the sight of the individual who just went waltzing past them.
Orlando: Are you going to leave me waiting out here all night, Andre?
Shouts Orlando Cruze who continues to control the squared circle as he anticipates Andre Jordan’s arrival.
Orlando: Cause that’s what I’ll do if that’s what it takes. I’ll sit here in the ring until next month if I hav….
Tabitha: Andre’s not going to answer your challenge.
Informs Andre’s agent, Tabitha Silverstone.
She walks with determination to the stage, showing off the mic in her hand and the wrestling gear that is wrapped around her body.
Greyson: Tabitha Silverstone?
Sparkles: The estranged agent of Andre Jordan and Marina Valdivia.
Frankie: Not that I’m complaining, considering her getup is particularly revealing, but why does Tabitha look like she’s geared up to fight? Last time I checked, she’s not a wrestler.
Greyson: Yeah, and if you believe what she’s been shoveling, she’s suffering from post-concussion syndrome too. Meaning it’s even more concerning that she’d be dressed to fight.
Sparkles: Pfft, yeah right.
Orlando doesn’t look happy to see Tabitha, and he isn’t going to be any happier when he hears what she has to say.
Tabitha: I’m afraid Dre’s indisposed, but then again, you already knew that, didn’t you? See, I told my client Marina earlier tonight that I’d revealed who abducted her friend, who abducted my Andre.
Orlando: What are you babbling about?
Tabitha: It was YOU, Orlando, YOU kidnapped Andre.
Orlando: Are you on meth?
Tabitha: No, what I’m on is a mission to save my client.
Orlando: Dammit (turning blood red) I didn’t come out here to listen to this craziness, I came out here for a fight!
Tabitha: Don’t worry, you’ll get one.
Tabitha starts down the ramp.
Tabitha: You’re going to return Andre, you’re going to tell me where you’ve stashed him.
Needless to say Orlando is surprised to see Tabitha sliding into the ring with him, especially considering what happened the last time the pair shared the same squared circle.
Tabitha: What? You think I’ve forgotten when you stood right there and superkicked me? I haven’t.
Orlando: Not surprising. My superkicks tend to leave a lasting impression. Now stop covering for Andre and send him out here!
Tabitha: I can’t give you what you already have, but I’ll tell you what I CAN give you…..
In a move that absolutely shocks everyone Tabitha throws aside the microphone and then leaps straight at Orlando. She wraps an arm around his thick neck, hangs from it and starts to throw punches upside his face.
Greyson: LOOK AT THIS!
Frankie: Has she gone mental?
Sparkles: Tabitha is attacking Orlando!!
Tabitha keeps punching and punching and punching Orlando until she finds her light body tossed off his heavy frame. She is flung down to her backside by a peeved Orlando. While he’s in the process of pawing at his nose Tabitha leaps onto his back and starts throwing forearms across his shoulders.
Sparkles: She won’t stop!
Greyson: Tabitha is hell bent on standing up for her clients. I didn’t expect this at all.
Sparkles: She truly is showing just how much Andre and Marina mean to her.
An aggravated Orlando reaches back and gets a handful of Tabitha’s hair before giving it a yank. She’s sent flipping over his head and down flat on her ass. Orlando then steps past her rubbing at his neck and nearing the ring ropes.
Tabitha: Get back here! SUPERKICK ME!!
Orlando stops just shy of the cables he was about to slip through. He looks back over his shoulder at the kneeling Tabitha and mouths the words ‘what the fuck?’ It seems he’s legitimately weirded out by the fact that Tabitha is pointing to her jaw and insisting on being the recipient of a superkick. Although he once took such satisfaction in kicking her in the mouth, it appears as if doing it once again does not tickles his fancy.
Orlando: Tell your client to find me once he’s ready to become a man.
Instead of superkicking Tabitha, Orlando’s feet are used for another purpose, carrying him out of the ring and then up the ramp. The snide and sneering Cruze marches to the backstage area only he doesn’t get the chance to reach it without complication. Tabitha dashes from the ring, scurries towards Orlando and leaps onto his back. Once again she’s throwing punches into the side of his skull.
Greyson: Tabitha assaulting Orlando AGAIN!
Sparkles: She really wants to show him just how much her clients mean to her.
Greyson: Is that her true motivation though?
Frankie: I could give a shit. All I care about is the fact that she’s all over and disrespecting our phenom. And what the hell is she spouting on about with all this, Orlando kidnapped Andre nonsense?
It seems Orlando has reached his breaking point. His face is snarled and smoke is almost shooting from his nostrils as he leads Tabitha down from his back and grips tight to her bangs. Tabitha tries to pry her hair free and keep connecting with punches on Orlando’s body, but he manages to keep hold of her hair and at a distance where her fists couldn’t possibly reach him. Finally Orlando pulls back his free hand, balls it up into a fist and looks ready to punch Tabitha straight in the face.
Greyson: Don’t you do it Orlando, don’t you dare do this.
Frankie: She’s asking for it.
Greyson: But she is NOT a wrestler.
Frankie: Then she shouldn’t attack one.
Something goes flying from Orlando, but it’s not a punch, it’s his spit. In an act of total disrespect Orlando spits straight into Tabitha’s face and then throws her down straight to her ass. The fans are all over Orlando like he were the second coming of Justin Bieber. He dismisses their jeers and the effect spitting in Tabitha’s face has on the agent, instead he focuses on walking right to the backstage area. Tabitha goes on sitting across the stage wiping spit from her face and cursing under her breath.
Greyson: Such disrespect shown by Orlando, spitting in Tabitha’s face.
Frankie: Hey, he could have done a thousand times worse, but he’s a gentleman.
Greyson: A gentleman? A GENTLEMAN? Gentleman spit in the faces of women?
Frankie: Some do.
Cameras go to the very same Trainer’s Office where World Champion Katelyn Buehler was seen being treated moments earlier. The door is no longer open, meaning the viewers are unable to see what’s happening inside.
Greyson: Ladies and gentlemen, we understand that behind those closed doors our World Champion is being treated for a slew of injuries. Injuries that caused her to lose to Cassidy Haze two weeks earlier.
Sparkles: There’s even been some speculation that Katelyn Buehler might be going against doctor’s orders by competing here tonight in a triple threat match against Miss Jon and Selena Frost.
Frankie: If she wants to make a total fool of herself again, more power to her.
Greyson: Well we’ve got our broadcast colleague Susie Moore headed to the Trainer’s Office to find out just what the extent of Katelyn Buehler’s injuries are. We’ll have a medical update on Katelyn Buehler coming up shortly.
A candle burns and extends up from the hands of Cindy Todd. The Queen of Chaos, and the Queen of New Eden sits in front of a pentagram drawn in blood. The light from the candle illuminates both this demonic emblem and the black abysses that are her soulless eyes.
Cindy: Come back to me, Mika, return to my side…..
Cindy says….no…she chants.
One of her palms is open and hovering above the occult symbol drawn in human blood upon the very floor she’s sitting Indian style over.
Cindy: Remember where you belong.
It might not be Mika Kozlov at her side, but there is someone who saddles up to Cindy’s hip. An individual every bit as twisted and depraved as the psychotic Russian that Cindy is trying to enchant. Serenity crawls along towards the Queen of Chaos, until she’s close enough to have her face illuminated by the candle light.
Serenity: My Queen, I think you’re being a little…..obsessive.
She speculates while looking at the candle and the pentagram.
Cindy: The word you’re looking for isn’t obsessive, it’s….possessive. I don’t like it when things that belong to me are stolen. Aiken Frost took what’s mine, and I have every right to want it back.
Serenity: Mika will be yours again. Even if I have to go out, find her and drag her back to your side.
Cindy: No need to tax yourself needlessly. My influence over the darkness inside of Mika will lead her back to me.
Serenity: With all due respect, my Queen, it doesn’t seem to be working.
Serenity gestures to the pentagram, the burning candle, and ultimately the lack of Mika Kozlov.
Cindy: Well then, it looks like I’ll just have to cast a stronger spell. But…..
Serenity: But what?
Cindy: It may require us getting our hands a bit…..dirty.
Mika: What will it be Andre, your life might very well depend on your decision?
Andre Jordan has just been faced with a choice that will undoubtedly have dire consequences depending upon his response. He sits wide eyed bound to a chair across the table from Mika Kozlov. She leans towards her captive, digging her fingernails into her armrests and giving Dre the type of stare that could turn the hair on his head white.
Mika: DECIDE!
Andre: Alright…alright…..(sigh)….Red.
Mika: You’ve made a wise decision.
Mika returns to a relaxed position before snapping her fingers. At once her man servant Borislav approaches with a bottle of ‘red’ wine in his hands. A corkscrew is used to pop it open. He pours some of it into a glass for Mika and then into a glass for Andre before ultimately receding back into the shadows of the room.
Mika: Isn’t this fun?
She questions while sniffing at her wine. Finally she takes a crazy straw out of her back pocket and places it in the expensive crystal glass, using it to suck up her high priced drink.
Andre: Yeah, it’s a real gas.
Mika: Splendid. I do want you to enjoy our date.
Dre slouches down into his chair in defeat.
Mika: I think you’ll enjoy our meal. Borislav has been cooking up a storm all evening.
Sadly the feed from the dressing room where this date is going down gets cut off. What the viewers are treated to instead is a scene taking place in the ring, where the tag team known as the Hair-Doodes have just set up shop. Literally, they have a small salon put in place. There’s a chair, a small table covered in hair care products, and a big mirror. In spite of being surrounded by all of these objects, Franz and Froderick are focused entirely on the microphones in their hands.
Franz: Welcome back to Riot….
Greets Franz in his thick Austrian accent.
Greyson: What are these two goobers doing in the ring?
Sparkles: Giving the fans a good excuse to do some channel surfing.
Frankie: Hey, Franz and Froderick aren’t that bad. They styled my fro before the show got underway.
Greyson: Thanks for giving me even more reason to hate them.
Franz and Froderick carefully study the audience, as if looking for someone in particular.
Froderick: After much lobbying we have successfully petitioned the IWC to allow Franz and I to do the ultimate fan service.
Franz: We will be picking one lucky member of the audience to come into this ring and receive a free MAKEOVER!
Greyson: Are you flipping serious?
Froderick: Makeovers seem to be all the rage this New Year, so hows about we capitalize on the madness?
Franz: We will take one special smelly urchin and make them a beautiful ballerina.
Froderick: So which of you grotesque oddities wish to go from ugly duckling to breathtaking swan?
Franz: How about Mrs. Cool-Aide?
They point out a mildly overweight woman in the front row.
Froderick: No-no Franz, a woman that size would take us hours and too much product to makeover.
Franz: Yes, and the IWC only gave us one chair, which she would no doubt exceed the weight limit for.
Froderick: There are plenty of hideous people here in Manhattan, surely we can find another one.
Franz: Ahhh, look there Froderick, look at that Gremlin right there.
Another fan is singled out, this one with several pockmarks in his cheeks.
Froderick: We are stylists Franz, not miracle workers.
Franz: Yah.
Thankfully, for the confidence level of the fans, Franz and Froderick find themselves silenced by the lyrics of Matthew Bowden’s theme music. The fans are reinvigorated at the sight of the hot up and coming soon to be mega-star. They are all the more receptive to his arrival given the fact that Bowden’s descent down the ramp has put an end to the insults of the Hair Doodes.
Frankie: How disrespectful.
Greyson: I agree, Franz and Froderick definitely lack social graces.
Frankie: What? No! I’m talking about Matthew Bowden’s interruption. I mean, here the Hair Doodes are agreeing to makeover one of these uggos and do it for free, and Bowden comes out to disrupt their charitable activities.
Greyson: The Hair Doodes were doing nothing more than insulting the fan-base and from the looks of it Bowden has had enough.
Once in the ring Bowden’s fists clinch up and prepare to give the Hair Doodes his own type of makeover.
Froderick: It looks like we have a winner, Franz.
Franz: Yah.
Froderick: (Points at Bowden) And he has given us much to work with.
Franz: It is going to be a long night.
Froderick: Please, sit down.
The chair that is planted in the center of the ring is now designated for Bowden. Before he plops himself in it Bowden looks to the crowd with a smirk on his face, seemingly asking them for their opinion. They definitely don’t want to see Bowden get a makeover from the Hair Doodes, but he decides nevertheless to play along with the stylists. He makes himself comfortable in the chair and even goes as far as to brush his hair back from his shoulders.
Froderick: Where do we start Franz?
Franz: This hair. (Grabs a lock of Bowden’s bangs) The dye is all wrong.
Bowden: I don’t die my hair.
Franz: Oh please, look at all that gray buried under here. We will have to fix this.
Froderick: He would look better blonde, yah?
Franz: Yah. And this facial hair, it all has to go. Grab the wax Froderick.
Froderick: Yah.
A jar of hot wax is taken from the table beside the chair Bowden is seated in.
Franz: Do not worry (talking to Bowden) we will make sure you no longer look like you live beneath an underpass.
A stick lathered in hot wax nears Bowden’s face.
Bowden: Whoa-whoa, might I make a suggestion?
Franz and Froderick look annoyed.
Franz: It is not proper to interrupt the process.
Bowden: Well, I consider myself to be a pretty hip-cat, a guy who’s up to date on all the trends. I know all the latest fashions.
The Hair Doodes express annoyance.
Bowden: And there’s one look that is really making waves worldwide, all the kids are getting into it.
Franz: Yah?
Bowden: It’s called the Bowden Split.
Froderick: The Bowden split?
Bowden: Yeah, and it’s real easy to pull off.
Franz: Go on.
Bowden: All it takes is using my boot to split your face!
At that point Bowden stops playing along and starts playing his own game. He leaps from the chair and wallops Franz between the eyes with a big boot. One Hair Doode goes down and another goes charging. He runs right at Bowden only to be side stepped and thrown straight into the table where a number of cosmetics and hair care products were placed. Froderick goes flipping over it all and then down to the canvas. He uses the ropes to reach his feet and then goes flying over them when stuck with a clothesline. Bowden nails the lariat that sends Froderick to the outside of the ring. That means Franz is all on his own inside of the squared circle with his lightning fast opponent.
MATTHEW BOWDEN VS. FRANZ
A referee is on the scene and signaling for the bell to get this bout underway. Matthew Bowden is off to a predictable quick start. He runs straight at a recovering Franz and goes for a kick straight to his skull. The boot ALMOST cleaves Franz’s head from his shoulders, only it’s caught right before it can land flush on his opponent’s jaw. Franz pushes Bowden’s leg away, sending him spiraling around with his back now facing the chair he had previously been seating in.
Franz barrels towards Bowden only to get caught with a drop toe hold that sends his face crashing into the chair.
Greyson: It looks to me like Franz is going to have to be the one in need of a makeover after this match is over.
Frankie: I hope the IWC realizes what kind of message this is sending. That they condone opposing acts of good will and charitable deeds.
Sparkles: Sparkles does make-a-wish at least twice a month.
Greyson: You’re not registered in the make-a-wish foundation.
Sparkles: But Sparkles is always going to people’s houses in the middle of the night and sneaking in through the doggy door.
Greyson: That’s NOT make-a-wish, that’s breaking and entering.
Franz staggers back from the chair his mouth just smashed against, eventually walking right into Bowden’s waiting arms. He hoists Franz into a blue thunder powerbomb that would customarily be followed up by a pin. On this occasion it is not. Bowden rolls away from Franz and into the corner of the ring, leaping straight to the top of it. He then comes flying out of the corner and ultimately puts the point of his elbow square into Franz’s chest.
Sparkles: Bone crushing elbow off the top!
Greyson: Maybe Froderick will have better luck if he were in there.
Sparkles: Doubtful.
Frankie: This is really-really classless if you ask me.
Greyson: I didn’t ask.
Bowden uses his speed to a great benefit. He pulls Franz up from the ring and Irish whips him as hard as he can into the nearest turnbuckle. Franz hits the corner and yet somehow keeps his balance. He won’t be upright much longer when Bowden’s boot comes flying towards his face. He is just about to deliver the running yakuza kick only to be stopped shy of his target when a blast of hairspray strikes him directly in the eyes. Franz reveals that he picked up the can of spray that was knocked from the makeshift cosmetic and hair care table previously set up in the ring. He puts that spray to use in order to blind Bowden.
Greyson: That should be a disqualification right there.
Sparkles: The referees have been playing fast and loose with the rules all night long.
Frankie: Yeah, ever since this night started with that Stairway to Hell match it seems all rules are off.
The referee was out of position to see the use of the hairspray, but he does get an eyeful of Franz leaping from the middle rope and into a bulldog on a visually impaired Bowden. His face is driven with such force against the canvas, totally incapacitating him. Franz capitalizes on this rare opportunity, hooking both of Bowden’s legs and putting his back to Bowden’s chest.
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In spite of being blind and having all of his opponent’s weight across his chest Bowden manages to get his shoulder up. An annoyed Franz grabs Bowden by the ears, drags him to his feet and then puts a knee into the back of his neck. At the same time Franz grabs Bowden by the far wrist then drops back from him. As a result Bowden is sent flipping over to his side and coming down with the back of his neck across Franz’s raised knee.
Greyson: Unique move there by Franz.
Sparkles: For being a stylist, he does have some skills.
Franz transitions from his modified neck-breaker across his knee straight into a crucifix pin.
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There’s another kick out preventing Bowden’s loss. He rubs at his eyes, which are still burning. On instinct he gets to his feet only to be removed from them when Franz connects with a spinning heel kick. His boot cracks Bowden between the eyes and removes him from his feet. Franz then scoots up beside his fallen adversary, sitting him up for the sole intention of keeping him grounded via a submission. A modified seated abdominal stretch is applied on Bowden, who squirms from one side to the other in a desperate attempt to break free from his adversary’s clutches.
Frankie: Hahahaha, there you go Franz, give Bowden a makeover….a makeover in pain…mwahahahahaha!
Greyson: Really Frankie? That was….that was….AWFUL.
Frankie: I work with that they give me.
Bowden’s body shakes, it rattles, and it would roll if possible. Ultimately what Bowden’s body does is ascend, feeding off the crowd’s inspiration in order to regain his footing. In an act of raw rage Franz yanks Bowden by the hair, sending him crashing into the canvas. Franz drops back down behind Bowden, sits him up and places him in yet another abdominal stretch.
Sparkles: Franz effectively keeping Bowden on the mat and making sure he can’t hit any of that high flying flashy offense.
Franz’s partner Froderick is really enjoying what he sees from his vantage point at ringside. He smiles wide at the sight of Franz keeping the pressure on Bowden. But there seems to be no amount of pressure that Franz can apply in order to keep his opponent on the ground. Bowden puts his boots to the ring and forces himself up from it. A surprised Franz then grabs his adversary by the hair and prepares to give it yet another yank. He sends Bowden flipping backwards, COMPLETELY backwards, landing straight on his feet. Franz’s eyes widen as Bowden’s feet leave the canvas and nail a step up enzugari on the back of his head. Franz is sent swinging around and yet remaining on his feet as he falls into the corner. He no sooner leans against the turnbuckle before Bowden’s boot smashes him straight in his mug. A running yakuza kick hits and hits with enough force to take the recipient down out of the corner.
Franz rolls lifelessly to the middle of the ring while Bowden zestfully leaps to the top rope. The crowd is drop jawed at the visual of Bowden preparing to make his descent via the 630 corkscrew senton.
Greyson: Big splash coming from the Show Stealer!
Sparkles: This is how he won his debut match.
Bowden is about to put on a repeat performance, leaping off the top rope, but it isn’t into that 630 senton. No, instead he’s forced to LEAP FROG over the head of his recovered and his inbound opponent. Franz jumps back to his feet, rushes at Bowden with the intent of taking him off the corner but fails to succeed in his goal. Bowden leaps over him, lands on the canvas behind his back and then quickly turns to face his adversary’s spine. Franz thinks quick and moves quicker, twisting through the air to hit another spinning heel kick. However, his boot misses Bowden’s ducked head by a mile. Franz then hits the canvas, pops up from it and attempts to get his hands instead of his feet on his opponent. Not one of his limbs successfully connects with Bowden, who was standing on the middle rope and waiting for his adversary to make a fatal mistake. Franz runs right into Bowden’s arm, finding himself caught in a front chancery and then a devastating tornado DDT.
Sparkles: Dayum what a DDT!
Greyson: Franz driven down on top of his head!
Frankie: That might have messed up Franz’s hair!
Bowden flips forward into the jackknife pin on a totally unconscious Franz.
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There is a massive outcry of cheers when Bowden successfully pins one of the Hair-Doodes.
Greyson: Bowden caught him, Bowden caught him with that tornado DDT!
Frankie: WHAT!!??!!
Greyson: Bowden victorious. And not just victorious, but victorious in impressive fashion.
Frankie: But-but-but….what about Franz’s hair!?!
Bowden is back on his feet and celebrating his win with the ref raising his arm aloft. That arm falls the second Bowden is knocked to the canvas by the hair dryer that was just swung into the back of his skull. The crowd are unanimously all over the case of Franz’s tag team partner Froderick. And Froderick is all over Bowden with stomp after stomp. He then drops to his knees and starts bashing Bowden repeatedly in the upper back with the hair dryer.
Greyson: Bowden’s celebration short lived….Froderick avenging his tag partner.
Sparkles: Froderick is beating the crap out of him with a….
Greyson: Yes, with a hair dryer.
Frankie: You may have won the match Bowden, but you’re not winning the war, the war on HAIR CARE!
Greyson: You don’t piss off a stylist.
Froderick puts his knee between his victim’s shoulder blades while he pulls back on the electrical cord of the hair dryer, a cord that is wrapped around Bowden’s throat. Finally the blatant strangulation ends and Froderick backs off, dropping the hair dryer in order to grab a microphone.
Froderick: You are getting a makeover rather you like it or not. RING THE BELL!
Insists Froderick as he grabs and throttles the referee. The official pulls away and turns to Bowden, checking to see if he accepts this impromptu challenge. Bowden is kneeling with his side to the ropes and his hand on his throat. He may have trouble breathing but he can still squeak out the word ‘yes.’
Frankie: Are you INSANE Bowden?
Greyson: He just accepted Froderick’s challenge?
Sparkles: Meaning just seconds after beating Franz, now he has to try and survive Franz’s teammate in ANOTHER match.
MATTHEW BOWDEN VS. FRODERICK
The bell chimes in the background while Froderick drops down beside Bowden and starts clobbering him repeatedly over the back of his head. Forearms pound away at Bowden’s skull and his shoulders. He then backs off only to return to Bowden’s side and connect with a running knee strike. The shot sends Bowden rolling under the ropes and to the apron. Froderick allows no rest for the wicked, stepping in behind Bowden, grabbing him by the back of the head then running him the length of the apron. Ultimately Bowden’s face smacks off of the turnbuckle post, and the blow sends him spilling through the ropes back into the squared circle.
Greyson: It was very ill-advised for Bowden to accept Froderick’s challenge.
Sparkles: That’s showing right now. He can’t even get out of the gates.
Frankie: I think Bowden is so far up his own ass that he totally overlooked just how skilled Froderick is.
Froderick demonstrates even more of his unique brand of talent, showing off some of his strength at this point. He steps in behind a seated Bowden, places him in a dragon sleeper and then uses that submission to deadlift his opponent from the canvas. Froderick then hits a sit-out reverse impaler DDT. The back of Bowden’s head hits the canvas with enough force to knock him totally unconscious, unaware that his shoulders are being pinned.
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Bowden may have been knocked silly, but he’s still cognizant of the fact that he’s being pinned and still has the strength to kick out.
Froderick is furious, slapping the canvas with both hands and then grabbing the referee by the shirt. He shakes and shakes the official but cannot get him to reverse his decision. Froderick goes back on the assault, dragging his opponent up from the canvas and into a fireman’s carry. Whatever Froderick had planned to deliver from that position is irrelevant, because Bowden counters. He twists his way from the shoulders of Froderick and into a front chancery before spiraling around into an attempted tornado DDT.
Greyson: That’s the very same move that finished Franz off.
It will not finish off Froderick however. He puts his hands to Bowden’s ribs and shoves with enough force to break the front chancery and to send his opponent flying into the ropes. Bowden ricochets off the cables and then comes staggering back into his adversary’s shoulders. Froderick lifts Bowden into the fireman’s carry before swinging him around into the TKO. Bowden is driven down into the canvas with enough force to absolutely clean his clock. The blow to his skull leaves Bowden on dream-street and puts Froderick in a position to get the win.
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To Froderick’s total disbelief Bowden doesn’t just kick out but kicks out with authority.
Frankie: What the hell man? What the hell does it take to put away Bowden?
Sparkles: More than what Franz and Froderick have hit him with thus far.
Froderick’s face is buried in his trembling hands, trying to hide his look of shock and rage. He overcomes his emotions in order to pull Bowden from the canvas and into his shoulders. Here comes another TKO. Froderick whips Bowden around, sending him flying off his shoulders but not down onto his head, instead he lands square on his feet. A flabbergasted Froderick races towards Bowden but all his momentum comes back to haunt him. He’s caught around the neck and he’s pulled straight down into the ring with a jumping cutter delivered by Bowden. The impact knocks Froderick out cold and sends him flopping over to his back. All the while Bowden is racing to the nearest corner, climbing it to the top rope and taking advantage of his opponent’s condition. Before anyone can even catch their breath Bowden comes flying out of the corner into the corkscrew 630 senton.
Greyson: THERE IT WAS!
Sparkles: Bowden hit it! Bowden hit it!!
Frankie: That 630 flipping dippity doo-dah!
Sparkles: That should soooo be the name of that move from this day henceforth.
Bowden doesn’t care what you call his move, all he cares about is the effect connecting with it has on his opponents. It pays dividends for him yet again when he hooks Froderick’s leg and hears the referee slapping the canvas.
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Whoop there it is. Bowden scores another victory and puts down the last of the Hair Doodes in the process.
Sparkles: Now that was impressive.
Greyson: Bowden picking up back to back victories over either member of the Hair Doodes. Which is no easy task.
Frankie: Especially when he got mauled with a hair dryer before his second match even got started.
Sparkles: Speaking of Bowden getting mauled!
Once again Bowden finds his celebration crushed by a few spoiled sports. Franz, the first man who fell against Bowden moments ago, recovers in time to make him suffer for his victory. A kick cracks Bowden in the back of his head, knocking him off his knees and flat on his face. Franz goes on putting the boots upside Bowden’s skull and once Froderick is conscious enough he joins in on the assault.
Greyson: This is uncalled for.
Frankie: So was Matthew Bowden interfering in the Hair Doodes’ special makeover.
Franz and Froderick continue to rally what strength they have left to channel their frustrations into the beating they unleash on Bowden. They are so overwhelmed with their anger that it clouds them to the fact that there are presently two men jumping over the barricade and slipping into the ring behind them. Those individuals are the Great Ba-Bam and Leviticus.
Frankie: What in the freck are these two doing here?
Greyson: We saw them earlier on tonight trying to state their case for more exposure, now it looks like they have a chance to grab that spotlight.
And grab it is exactly what Great Ba-Bam does, accomplishing this task by literally grabbing Franz by the shoulder, pulling him around and forcing him to face the massive chop that nails him in the head. Franz is down first and his partner soon follows, getting a boot to the gut and then finding his body heaved into the uranage…a urangage delivered by Leviticus.
Frankie: Somebody please explain to Leviticus and the Great Ba-Bam that neither one of them are relevant anymore.
Sparkles: Well they just made a claim to legitimacy by taking out Franz and Froderick.
Leviticus and the Great Ba-Bam continue their assault on Franz and Froderick by performing a symbolic gesture. They scoop up the bodies of either Hair Doode member, then send their flailing victims flying over the top rope.
Sparkles: Is that a little symbolism?
Now that Leviticus’ hands are no longer occupied by Franz, he’s got something much more dangerous to fill them with, a microphone.
Leviticus: You guys getting it yet (he questions the audience)? Do you see why the Great Ba-Bam and I deserve to not only be in the 2016 Last Stand Rumble, but to be considered odds on favorites to win it?
Frankie: HAHAHAHAHA!
Greyson: Can you at least make an effort to hide your condescending laughter?
Frankie: Nope.
Ba-Bam bobs his head along with each word from his defacto mouthpiece.
Leviticus: The IWC hasn’t allowed us on television for weeks, cause they fear us. They fear that we will overshadow their handpicked golden boys and golden girls. But they don’t have a choice anymore. They’re not going to be able to protect their favorites, cause dammit, Ba-Bam and I are entering this year’s Last Stand Rumble, and that means their precious chosen few are in serious trouble. Ba-Bam and I are going to WIN!
Greyson: Ummm, Leviticus does realize that there can be only one Rumble winner right?
Sparkles: Sparkles doesn’t think he appreciates that fact.
Leviticus: The IWC will have no other choice but to grant US the spotlight after we’ve humiliated their beloved….
The spotlight is definitely on Leviticus, but for all the wrong reasons. Both he and the Great Ba-Bam find themselves forward flipping right over the top rope. It takes the bulk of Matthew Bowden’s strength, but he manages to grab the legs of the seven foot Ba-Bam, and his smaller compatriot Leviticus lifting them until either man is flung to the outside of the ring.
Sparkles: HEY!
Greyson: Bowden making a statement right there, showing Ba-Bam and Leviticus what they can expect if they enter this year’s 2016 Last Stand Rumble.
Frankie: That’s gratitude for you.
Greyson: That’s a statement.
After dispatching a stunned Ba-Bam and Leviticus from the ring, Bowden moves to the center of it where he drops into a pose. He crouches at the knees, flexes his biceps and smiles wider than ever.
Greyson: Matthew Bowden sending the message that he’ll be an odds on favorite to win this year’s Rumble.
Sparkles: Can you imagine the possibilities?
Mason: You have a big problem, but it just so happens that I’m your solution.
If there is one thing that Mason Van Stanton possesses a skill for, it’s weaseling his way into and out of any situation. The once former proponent of previous Principle Owner Silas Mason is now trying to ingratiate himself to the new regime. And he starts by making the effort to endear himself to Karen McBride’s baby sister. It doesn’t look as if he’s winning Melanie over, judging by her body language. Her chair is turned so that her side is to Mason, and her eyes are buried in a phone while blowing her bangs back out of her face.
Mason: Your sister has stirred up a hornet’s nest and now all the little bees are buzzing around just waiting to sting Macaulay Culkin to death….
Melanie finally looks away from her phone and over the desk that Mason is standing on the opposite side of. She instantly wonders how he managed to get into her sister’s office.
Melanie: What in the hell are you talking about?
Mason: I’m talking about preventing a ‘My Girl’ moment from happening.
Melanie: My Girl?
Mason: Brush up on your 90’s pop cultural references lass. I’m trying to say that I’m here to help you with your Monarchy problem.
Melanie: And I should trust you, why?
Mason: Because I’ve turned over a new leaf. I’m no longer Silas Mason’s hired muscle….
Melanie: You? (Looks over Mason’s stringy body) Hired muscle?
Mason: Don’t pretend you weren’t impressed by the physical specimen you saw dancing in that cage weeks ago. But prepare yourself to be even further amazed when I deftly handle your sister’s problem with Monarchy’s Taylor Chase. I guarantee that by the end of the night the last thing that Taylor will want, is to fight Karen in the middle of that ring. You and Karen just leave this all up to me….
Melanie: And what is it you want in return?
Mason: What? (Backs away from the desk laughing) I’m not expecting anything in return. Don’t be silly, that’s silly talk, you’re being silly, stop being so silly. Hahahaha.
The second Mason turns away from Melanie, he cringes and moves as quick as possible to the exit.
The chief arbiter of so much chaos this evening, Taylor Chase stands vie a vie with her fellow Monarchy ally Ryan Watson. The pair are stood in the hallway trying to keep their conversation as on the down low as possible.
Watson: You needn’t worry about a thing love.
Watson reassures while putting his hands on Tay-Tay’s shoulders.
Watson: We’ve got Lexy, Kat, Alistair, all of Monarchy out there spreading the word.
Taylor: Excellent.
Watson: Your sister Mika, and Pasty Katie, they’ll hear all about your challenge to Karen McBride.
Taylor: This news pleases Tay-Tay.
Watson: Uhhh, you’re not going to keep doing that are you?
Taylor: Referring to myself in the third person?
Watson: Yeah.
Taylor: I was thinking about it. But let’s table that discussion. You just make sure that Mika and Katelyn know I’m going to be in that ring all by lonesome later tonight.
Watson: Oh, they’ll know about it alright…
Watson takes off and leaves the camera to zoom in on Taylor’s smile.
Taylor: Tay-Tay is pleased. (Pauses) Man, that IS annoying.
Backstage correspondent Susie Moore is seated on top of a hover-round at the moment, still selling the ‘injuries’ she suffered several months ago. She plays through the ‘pain’ in order to get the interview she was summoned to the trainer’s office to conduct. She sits in the hall and knocks at the door, hoping that the World Champion, Katelyn Buehler, who was last seen inside will answer.
Susie: Katelyn…oooooh Katelyn…..it’s your bestest bud in the whole wide world, it’s Susie Moore…..
It doesn’t matter how politely Susie may introduce herself, there is still no response from anyone in the office.
Susie: I just want to find out how you’re holding up? We can totally compare battle scars.
Finally the door at Susie’s side opens though it’s not Katelyn who peeks out, it’s her agent Dan Douglas. At the moment he’s fidgeting with the talisman he was seen carrying earlier, trying to squeeze it back into his pants pocket.
Douglas: Susie, sweetheart, how nice to see you again.
In stark contrast to the depressed attitude Douglas exhibited two weeks ago, he’s currently in very high spirits.
Susie: Oh umm, hi you. Can I talk to Katelyn?
Douglas: What do you two want to talk about?
Susie: Well uh she’s got a match coming up tonight against Miss Jon and Selena Frost, and she wasn’t in the best shape when she showed up here….
Douglas: And now you want to find out if she’s going to go through with her match in spite of her injuries? Right?
Susie: You betcha!
Douglas: Put your mind at ease. Katelyn WILL wrestle and those injuries she’s suffering from will be of no consequence.
The grip on the talisman in his pocket tightens.
Douglas: See, it’s all about mind over matter.
Susie: Well Miss Jon and Selena Frost aren’t your client’s only worries. I take it she’s heard that her nemesis Taylor Chase is going to be in that ring later on to challenge Principle Owner Karen McBride? And she’s going to make that challenge all….by….herself. Wink-wink.
Douglas: You’re just supposed to wink, you’re not supposed to say it.
Susie: Oh.
Douglas: Anyway, what’s your point?
Susie: Is Katelyn planning on taking advantage of this opportunity to maybe get some revenge on Tay, and weaken her before the triple threat World Title match at Last Stand?
Douglas: (Smirking) Katelyn would like nothing better than to send a message to Tay and to Mika Kozlov before the pay-per-view, and believe me, before the end of the night, both of her challengers will get that message.
The pain in Selena Frost’s back is excruciating, still suffering from the multiple blows she withstood from a steel chair wielding masked militant. The very same masked assailant who took off with Selena’s coveted Queen of Wrestling Championship. It takes the wall to hold her up, pressing her shoulder against it as she painstakingly inches along down the corridor. Stood behind her is a particularly worried, for just cause, Deanna Springs.
Deanna: Let me get you some medical help.
Deanna reaches out to take her wife by the arm but Selena pulls it away.
Deana: At least let me get you an ice-pack.
Even that’s not in the realm of probabilities.
Deanna: Tell me what I can do help? Is there anything I can get for you?
Selena: (Growls) There’s only one thing I need.
Leviticus: That’s right, we’re still here mofos!
There is a clear derisive tone to Leviticus’ voice. Things didn’t exactly go as either he or the Great Ba-Bam had hoped moments ago, that’s why the two are presently occupying the ring and looking the part of volcanos on the cusp of erupting. Either man refuses to budge from the center of the very squared circle they were tossed from seconds earlier by Matthew Bowden.
Greyson: Leviticus and the Great Ba-Bam HIGHLY upset regarding what happened before the last commercial break.
Frankie: And they should be, they should be PIIIISSED OFF! I mean, out of the kindness of their hearts they help out Matthew Bowden, and then after they save his ass he throws them out of the ring.
Sparkles: Bowden showed these two what they can come to expect should they enter themselves in the Rumble this year.
Frankie: If? It’s a certainty they’ll be in there, regardless of rather the McBrides deem them worthy or not.
Greyson Of course the Rumble is part of our next upcoming pay-per-view event Last Stand, which will be emanating live in just over four weeks.
Leviticus is steaming, almost literally, it wouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone if smoke started to pour from his ears. His massive counterpart the Great Ba-Bam isn’t any calmer, but his caveman like features help to shield his feelings.
Leviticus: My big bad bud Ba-Bam and I are not leaving this ring until we’ve made our point, and anyone who thinks they can come out here and throw us out of it, are more than welcomed to try. So why don’t you bring yourself back out here Matthew Bowden? Huh? Why don’t you press your luck and try throwing us over the top rope when we’re ready for you?
Greyson: This is ridiculous. Leviticus needs to realize he’ll have people coming at him from every potential angle when that Rumble starts.
There is no response from Bowden, and Leviticus is secretly grateful for that.
Leviticus: Yeah, that’s what I thought KID, I knew you were too fat a coward to attack Ba-Bam and straight up. Plus you know, just like everyone else back there knows (points to the locker-room) that you can’t throw us over the top rope when our guard is up. No one, man, woman, strange mixture of both, is going to send us over the rope either tonight or during the Rumble at Last Stand. Want us to prove it, fine, we will,,,yep, uh-huh, that’s right, we’ll do it, yes we will….
”WAKE UP” by the Lost Prophets all of a sudden erupts over the PA system. The only thing louder than this theme song belting through the building is the reaction it gets from the sold out crowd. The entire audience jumps simultaneously to their feet, getting hyped at the sight of Johnny Kingdom. The wrestling legend and multiple time World Champion strides arrogantly to the stage. He comes to a rest with his eyes overlooking the thousands of cheering fans and the two contrarians in the ring who are the only pair not excited to see Kingdom.
Greyson: OH MY!
Sparkles: It’s Johnny Kingdom!
Greyson: One of the forefathers of the IWC, a multiple time World Champion, former Invictus main eventer…Boy, of all the people to answer Leviticus’ challenge.
Sparkles: Sparkles bets that Leviticus and the Great Ba-Bam might be regretting making that challenge now.
Frankie: The only person who’s about to live in regret is Kingdom, especially if he decides to get in that ring with Levi and the massive love machine.
The duo in the squared circle look gravely concerned regarding the man on the stage.
Kingdom: The Rumble. Everyone’s thinking about it, everyone’s talking about it, hell, their might even be people writing ballads about it. For some reason, this year the Rumble is just getting an UNGODLY amount of hype. And I’ve been trying to wrap my mind around WHY?
Frankie: Then why don’t you explain it to us, Kingdom? Hmmmm?
Greyson; Give him time, Frankie.
Kingdom: It wasn’t until these two …..wrestlers? I’m assuming that’s what you two are, right?
Leviticus: Of course! What do we look like to you?
Kingdom: Honestly? What’s left in the toilet after the Toxic Avenger’s latest bout with diarrhea.
Ba-Bam’s eyes have gotten as big as the rest of his body.
Kingdom: Anyway, it wasn’t until the two of you came out here that the answer to why the Rumble is so special this year smacked me straight in the face. Never before has there been such an eclectic and diverse mix of talents participating. For example, just look in the ring. We’ve got Gieco Cavemen (gestures to Ba-Bam) represented in the Rumble, and Ming the Merciless from the planet Mongo (gestures to the bald mustachioed Leviticus) entering the field this year as well.
The crowd chuckles while Leviticus and Ba-Bam throw a tantrum.
Kingdom: They’re coming out of the woodworks. All walks of life are participating in the Rumble, including a rare breed of talent, the ever elusive, the hard to spot species known as the Team Leader.
The chuckles turn to cheers, the crowd getting oh so revved up at the thought of Kingdom throwing his hat in the ring,
Kingdom: Yup. For the first time in two years your Team Leader is returning to Last Stand, returning to the RUMBLE!
Pauses for the obligatory reaction.
Kingdom: And I don’t intend to have my Rumble return spoiled by cavemen, imports from planet Mongo, or quote unquote “REAL” wrestlers. It’s a Team Leader who is going to be the last man standing inside of that ring and heading to the main event of Invictus.
Greyson: Huge announcement by Kingdom.
Sparkles: If anyone can pull it off, it’s Johnny Kingdom.
Frankie: Yeah-yeah, I’m sure he’s an odds on favorite in this year’s pool of talent.
Once the crowd calms down Kingdom directs his comments to the two perpetually restless men in the ring.
Kingdom: Now I could go down this ramp, get in that ring and send you two flailing over the top rope, but honestly, you guys aren’t worth me breaking a sweat tonight. So for once, consider it a blessing that you simply suck….out….loud.
That didn’t make either Levi or Ba-Bam feel any less aggrieved.
Kingdom: Be seeing you two in four weeks. Maybe.
On that note Kingdom is off with his theme music once again piping through the speakers and the crowd reacting louder than ever.
Greyson: Kingdom is in the Rumble.
Sparkles: Which greatly opens the playing field.
Greyson: Are we looking at the next Rumble winner?
Frankie: Not likely, because you might be SITTING beside the next Rumble winner.
Greyson: Oh God, don’t you dare enter it again this year. It didn’t work out well for you last time.
Leviticus: Cut that music! CUT IT!
By order of an irate Leviticus the theme track associated with Kingdom stops playing through the speakers. Leviticus is still angry though, hence why he’s kicking the bottom rope and storming back and forth in front of an equally as upset Ba-Bam.
Leviticus: You go on running Kingdom, and everyone back in that locker-room can go on shaking in their booties. You sons of bitches can’t hide much longer, cause come 4 weeks from now, Ba-Bam and I will be in that ring with you, and we’ll be sending your asses flying over the…..
The lights in the building all of a sudden go out completely. Everything and everyone are blanketed in total darkness.
Frankie: I uhhh, don’t like where this is headed.
Greyson: I can’t say as I blame you. Absolutely nothing good can come of this.
Sparkles: When the lights go out the darkness comes.
Sparkles has no idea just how accurate his comment is, not until the lights come back up. Not even the Cro-Magnon looks of the Great Ba-Bam can hide the unabashed fear he shows. Leviticus’ has gone as pale as a sheet in a snowstorm. Both men are horrified at the sight of the pair presently stood in the ring with them, the deadly duo known as New Eden. Serenity and Cindy Todd stare down their potential prey.
Greyson: This is absolutely chilling.
Sparkles: It’s moments like these that Sparkles is glad I can’t get goosebumps.
Frankie: Leviticus and Ba-Bam have just drew the ire of the very last people they wanted to piss off.
A microphone lifts to Serenity’s lips and her comments cause Leviticus’ heartrate to speed up.
Serenity: You should consider yourselves very fortunate.
As Serenity speaks her Queen is drawing closer and closer to Ba-Bam.
Serenity: Neither you nor you (points between Levi and Ba-Bam), have to worry about the Rumble. Why? Cause you’re not gonna be competing.. And that’s a GOOD thing.
Cindy: Because my Princess (strokes the back of Serenity’s head) and I are entering ourselves into the Rumble this year.
Greyson: Ooooh noooo.
Frankie: I am officially redacting my name from the list of entrants in this year’s Rumble.
Cindy: Meaning that the two of you will have zero impact on the match, you would just become two more casualties in New Eden’s ascent to Invictus.
Serenity: Wasted numbers. That’s it. That’s all. You’d be nothing special. So sure, you could enter the Rumble and you could get tossed out, or your sacrifices could go towards a greater, more worthwhile cause….
Cindy: Darlings, (pinching Leviticus’ cheek) we didn’t just come here to announce our intention to enter the Rumble.
Serenity: My Queen requires your help.
Cindy: My dearest Mika Kozlov has been led astray, and you boys can aid us in getting her back on the right path.
Serenity: All we need from you is a little…..yum…..blood.
Before Leviticus and the Great Ba-Bam can even get their arms up in defense they find themselves the recipients of punches and kicks. Ba-Bam is knocked back against the turnbuckle while his ribs are caved in by kick after kick by Cindy. At the same time Serenity is pulling Leviticus’ skull down into a side headlock and hitting palm strikes upside his face.
Greyson: Leviticus and the Great Ba-Bam should have stayed out of the ring when they were tossed from it by Matthew Bowden earlier tonight.
Sparkles: They didn’t and now they’re paying the ultimate price for it.
Frankie: Those two should take a cue from me and stay out of the Rumble now that New Eden have decided to enter.
Serenity’s palm continues to crush Leviticus’ nose, threatening to drive the bone straight up and through his brain. Meanwhile Ba-Bam’s internal organs are being transformed into mush by the barrage of boots Cindy swings into his mid-section. A referee has slipped into the squared circle and signals for the bell, indicating that another impromptu match has just gotten underway.
NEW EDEN VS. LEVITICUS & THE GREAT BA-BAM
Sparkles: We’re getting a tag team bout underway fellas.
Greyson: As if things weren’t bad enough for Ba-Bam and Leviticus.
Frankie: Now they’ve got to tangle with Cindy Todd and Serenity in tag team action.
Serenity’s palm thrusts have busted Levi’s nose, blood already dribbling down from his nostrils. She maintains the side headlock that she’s had Levi trapped in this whole time and now uses that hold to deliver a driver. The top of Leviticus’ head smacks into the canvas and the impact sends him flipping up onto his seat. Serenity knocks him flat on his back via a baseball slide lariat that hits him square across the throat.
The Great Ba-Bam is in no position to help his partner, abandoning the ring and moving to the corner of the apron. Cindy lets her prey go, for now, opting instead to occupy her team’s corner. Serenity sits beside the laid out Leviticus, putting him in the side headlock and pounding away at his face with punches. She finally rolls away from him, twisting onto her elbows and knees and waiting….for God only knows what.
Finally Leviticus sits up only to be knocked right back down when Serenity hits him with a Junkyard Dog style headbutt. She crawls right up beside him and smacks the top of her head right into Levi’s lips. Serenity rolls away from her unconscious adversary and towards her anticipatory partner. Cindy gets the tag and she glides across the ring to her fallen prey. Once she falls to her knees her hand ends up around Levi’s throat, choking the very essence of life from his body.
Cindy uses this grip on her opponent’s throat to drag him up from the ring and to his feet. She then throws him by the neck, sending him flying into the ropes, bouncing off and staggering back into a boot that slaps him straight in the windpipe.
The kick closes Leviticus’ throat and sends him sprawling around right into his team’s corner. The Great Ba-Bam is standing on the opposite side of the ropes and knows he should make the tag, but he’s intelligent enough not to willingly get in the ring with Cindy. In spite of being a seven foot beast with a back big enough to show drive-in films on, he’s legitimately frightened by the far smaller but much darker Cindy. In order to entice him back into the ring Cindy falls to her knees with her arms tucked behind her back, as if offering the giant a free shot.
Greyson: Just when you think Cindy couldn’t be any crazier, she’s actually putting herself at the mercy of an over 300 pound man.
Sparkles: Ba-Bam is so big he has to duck just to pass through the arch of St. Louis.
Frankie: Ba-Bam has always been a lover and not a fighter, but that needs to change right now, cause it looks like Cindy Todd and Serenity are immune to his charms.
Ba-Bam can’t pass up the opportunity being presented to him, slapping Leviticus’ chest and then entering the ring. He sizes Cindy up, knowing that just one of his strikes has been enough to knock out opponents in the past. Will it do the same to Cindy? Ba-Bam is about to find out by delivering a chop directly to the top of Cindy’s skull. The blow effectively knocks her from her knees and onto her back, though it does not knock her unconscious. Ba-Bam is already in the process of celebrating, swinging his hips in a highly sensualized fashion to the delight of the females in attendance. There’s another lady who takes notice of his crude gyrations, a woman who is not turned on by them, a woman who has just popped back up to her feet and stands right behind him. A woman named Cindy Todd.
Sparkles: Uhhhh Ba-Bam, that brain-chop wasn’t as effective as you thought.
Greyson: Cindy’s standing right back up.
Frankie: She’s not just standing, she’s smiling. Heh, maybe I was wrong, maybe Cindy is turned on by that big Indian ass.
The hairs on the back of Ba-Bam’s neck stand up and turn white. He slowly pivots around and finds himself looking into the murderous gaze of his opponent. On instinct he swings his arm down towards her head, going for a brain-chop that totally misses its mark. Cindy side steps the shot and then hits one of her own straight on the crease of the big man’s knee. Ba-Bam drops to all fours just in time to have his temple cracked via a running knee strike. Cindy smashes him in the face and sends him flopping onto his back. Cindy turns away from him and moves to her corner, tagging in Serenity. The pair run into opposite ropes, ricochet from them and then deliver simultaneous headbutts to either side of Ba-Bam’s broad chest.
That chest is looking worse and worse with each passing second. New Eden is turning it into spam. Cindy sits Ba-Bam up and pins his huge arms behind his back, exposing his chest to the buzzsaw kicks that a laughing Serenity delivers one after another after another across his sternum. She doesn’t stop until welts have started to form on Ba-Bam’s skin, and blood has begun to seep from said welts. She then races into the cables, ricochets from them and builds momentum behind a basement dropkick right on point to her opponent’s chest.
Ba-Bam tries to cover up but Cindy is doing an effective job of keeping his arms trapped behind him. That means there is no defense from Serenity’s impending dropkick, the second one to be hit on the sternum. Serenity runs into the cables with the intent of ricocheting from them only to find herself low bridged. From the apron Leviticus leaps out and grabs the top rope, yanking it down just in time to cause Serenity to go flipping over and crashing to the outside mats.
Serenity hits the mats with a thud but is quick to push past the pain and return to her feet. She stands just as Leviticus comes flying off the apron and crashing into her with a crossbody. Both athletes go down outside of the ring while two athletes stand up inside of the ring. The Great Ba-Bam is channeling all of his strength in order to get up from the canvas and free his arms while Cindy is exploiting her preternatural power to try and keep him grounded and maintain her grip on his biceps. Eventually Ba-Bam’s strength wins out, getting to his feet with Cindy stood behind him. She won’t be for very much longer though, cause Ba-Bam pushes back with his rear-end, driving it straight into Cindy’s bread-basket.
Sparkles: Ba-Bam using his buns of steel.
Frankie: Please don’t let that become a ‘thing.’
Greyson: Every woman in attendance here tonight loved it.
Sparkles: ALMOST every woman.
Cindy didn’t take kindly to the impact or the one that follows. The blow from Ba-Bam’s bum has sent Cindy flying back into the ropes, ricocheting from them and then returning to the massive arm of her opponent. He turns and clotheslines Cindy to the ring with as much strength as his lumbering frame will allow. Ba-Bam lays Cindy out but won’t let her stay down much longer. His huge palms engulf her throat and he now employs his incredible strength to dead lift the Queen of Chaos from the canvas. Much to the delight of everyone in the arena Ba-Bam sends Cindy plummeting from almost seven feet straight into the canvas via the double hand choke-bomb.
Sparkles: Ba-Bam and Leviticus surprisingly resourceful.
Greyson: Have we finally found a foil for New Eden?
Frankie: Don’t be ridiculous. That’s like saying a matchbox car is a challenge to a semi-truck.
Ba-Bam and his partner go on thwarting the plans of New Eden. The big man makes the tag to his much lighter and quicker partner, Leviticus, who takes instant advantage of this size disparity between both men. He steps up onto the top rope and then up onto Ba-Bam’s shoulders. Ba-Bam takes hold of Levi’s hands in order to stabilize him, keeping him balanced while the giant steps across the ring, Finally Leviticus leaps off of Ba-Bam’s shoulders and straight into an elbow drop that connects across Cindy’s chest.
Sparkles: Is this it guys? Is this going to be a HUGE upset?
Leviticus makes the cover, hooking Cindy’s leg and waiting for the referee to make the count. The official is just about to tell Levi that Cindy is not the legal athlete but it doesn’t matter, cause she’s already kicking out. Speaking of kicking, Leviticus gets his feet kicking under him as he dashes across the ring towards the ropes that Serenity is standing on the opposite side of. He now goes to fling himself through the ropes into a suicide diving headbutt. His skull connects….with Serenity’s shin. She leaps up from the mats and swings a kick straight into the top of Levi’s head. The shot knocks him back to the center of the ring, where his dazed condition will no doubt be taken advantage of.
Serenity leaps over the top rope twisting in mid-air, landing on the middle rope and then springing off. She flies from the cables into the springboard roundhouse kick. Her leg connects, with the massive arms of Ba-Bam. At the last second the big man shoved his partner Leviticus out of the way and catches the leg that was bound for his face. Ba-Bam then puts a hand to Serenity’s chest and swats her down out of the air into a spinebuster.
Greyson: Another shocking counter unleashed by this seven foot gargantuan.
Sparkles: For the first time in a while New Eden looks like they might be in some trouble.
Ba-Bam exits the ring just as his brother from another mother Leviticus crawls across it and into the cover on Serenity. The fans are at a fevered pitch, ready to witness the most improbable of underdog victories.
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That underdog has just been euthanized. Serenity overcomes the pain of the spinebuster in order to throw her shoulder off the ring. Leviticus is beside himself, honestly believing enough damage was done to finish off his opponent. Obviously that was not the case. Leviticus has to get over his surprise and fast, striking while his team has got a fleeting chance. He pulls Serenity into the Uranage and prepares to slam her back down to the ring. All the while Ba-Bam is watching and gargling words of support for his partner. He’s actually so fixated on seeing Leviticus deliver the Rock Bottom that the most pressing of dangers goes unnoticed. Cindy Todd has climbed up onto the turnbuckle that Ba-Bam stands beside and reveals a strand of barbwire griped between her hands. That wire soon finds itself wrapping around Ba-Bam’s throat.
Greyson: HEY! Cindy-Cindy-Cindy Todd has got barbwire and she’s strangling Ba-Bam with it!
Sparkles: Where the hell did she get that from?
Frankie: I think Cindy carries it on her pretty much everywhere she goes.
Ba-Bam is gasping for air and trying his best to pry the barbwire away from his throat. In spite of all his immense strength, all he can do is lean back against the turnbuckle that Cindy is standing on top of and hope for some type of divine intervention to save his soul. The referee won’t be Ba-Bam’s saving grace, far too preoccupied watching as Leviticus readies to lay Serenity out with the Rock Bottom. Or at least Leviticus WAS planning to deliver his finisher up until spotting the barbs slicing into the flesh on his partner’s throat. Levi lets Serenity go and dashes across the ring in an effort to reach and to save his partner. Levi doesn’t get very far though, finding the back of his tights caught on the hand of Serenity. She pulls him back to the center of the ring, forcing Levi to defend himself rather than his friend. He swings around into a clothesline that misses.
Serenity has ducked Leviticus’ clothesline and is taking off into the ropes behind him. He turns around just in time to get cracked right between the eyes thanks to Serenity’s springboard roundhouse kick. The shot not only knocks the brains out of Levi’s head but the strength from his legs. He goes down to his knees and finds himself defenseless against the move that instantly follows the kick to his head. Cindy has freed Ba-Bam, only so she can trap Leviticus. She jumps from the turnbuckle she had been standing on and into the ring then dashes into the front chancery on her opponent. Ultimately she hits the most vicious snap DDT imaginable, compressing so many bones in Leviticus’ neck and bursting so many capillaries in his skull.
Greyson: Cindy and Serenity stringing together a gruesome series of moves there.
Sparkles: All culminating to Levi getting spiked straight on his head.
Frankie: Ba-Bam better get off his ass and do something about this if he wants any chance of his team surviving.
Sparkles: He-he, like there was a chance to begin with.
Frankie: Yeah, a squirrel stands a better chance of surviving a collision with the wheel of a truck.
All Leviticus can do is twitch, and all his partner Ba-Bam can do is bleed. The big man finds himself hunched over the ropes and almost losing his footing on the apron where he’s stood. The cables won’t be enough to keep him up much longer. Serenity has dashed across the ring towards Cindy, who catches her partner by the thighs, throws her overhead and sends her flying into a dropkick that nails Ba-Bam on the chest. The shot knocks the huge love-machine from the apron and to the ground. Somehow he stays on his feet, knees buckling but feet still beneath him. That’s all about to change, because unbeknownst to him Cindy is rushing across the apron behind his back and then leaping off into a bulldog. She catches the back of his head and drives his face down into a set of steel stairs.
Sparkles: Ba-Bam’s face SMASHING the stairs.
Frankie: Those poor steps.
Ba-Bam bounces off the stairs and the collision renders him absolutely useless. He lays on his side bleeding from his throat and now a busted lip. Back in the ring Leviticus is trying to move from the ring he was just DDTed onto, but he gets absolutely nowhere. There will be only one way that Leviticus moves after this match is over, and it’s via being carted out on a stretcher, or if his opponents’ have their way, via being carted out in a body-bag. Cindy is back in the ring and her fingers are embedded in Leviticus’ throat. His gagging body is bridged up from the canvas as the air supply is cut off to huis lungs via the Hand of Anubis. Cindy not only has Levi trapped in her submission, but is positioning his body for her partner’s kill move.
Greyson: Hand of Anubis locked in on Leviticus, and uh-oh, oh God, look at Serenity, she’s climbing the ropes.
Sparkles: Are we going to see the same move these two hit back at Upping the Ante?
Serenity comes leaping from the top rope and into a shooting star press that connects with Leviticus’ ribs. He falls to the canvas with Serenity on top of his chest and Cindy’s fingers still dug deep down his gullet.
Greyson: A version of the Serenity Now, and hopefully that will bring a merciful end to this.
Frankie: Do you know New Eden at all? Do you think the word ‘merciful’ is in their vocab?
Greyson: I’m sure it’s just as foreign a term to them as the word ‘statutory’ are to you.
Serenity remains splayed across Leviticus’ chest with his leg hooked and Cindy’s fingers are buried about as deep into her victim’s throat as they can be.
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There was no chance for Leviticus to kick out after all the lethal blows unleashed upon his body. The maniacal Serenity peels herself off the damaged frame of her opponent and smiles in recognition of New Eden’s victory. Though it would appear that they have a far more deranged method of celebrating success. The festivities are truly about to begin as Cindy leaves the ring only to return to it with a few party favors, namely a noose made of barbwire.
Greyson: We know exactly where this is going.
Sparkles: Something depraved is about to happen.
Frankie: You wouldn’t expect anything less from New Eden would you? That’s like expecting Pewee Herman not to masturbate at an X-Rated theater.
Leviticus is forced to his knees via the barbwire noose that is now wrapped around his throat.
Cindy: Are you watching?
Cindy isn’t shouting at the crowd, she’s shouting to the back.
Cindy: Are you watching my Mika? This is for you….this is alllll for you!
A cackling Serenity and Cindy lead a defenseless Leviticus to his feet and then throw him over the top rope. His legs desperately thrash above the ringside mats, unable to make contact with them thanks to the barbwire noose that he is currently being hung by.
Frankie: Oh God, I’m gonna vomit.
Greyson: This has to be the most disturbing thing I’ve ever witnessed!
Serenity holds the slack of the barbwire while the Queen of Chaos rolls out of the squared circle. She steps up in front of the hanging Leviticus while using her sharp nails to begin carving insignias in his chest.
Cindy: Come back to me, Mika….Return to me!
Although Leviticus is the victim of Cindy’s wrath, former World Champion and co-number one contender Mika Kozlov, is the recipient of Cindy’s desires. However, Mika does not show up in response to Cindy’s screams. This does not sit well with Cindy, and Leviticus is the one who suffers for it. Her nails go on tearing at his skin while her screams only get louder….louder and more desperate.
Cindy: You will return to me, Mika!!
Serenity can see that the customarily docile outward demeanor of her Queen has changed. For the first time in as long as Serenity can remember, she detects longing in Cindy’s voice. The noose around Leviticus’ throat is released, allowing his body to slump to the floor. Another body goes to the ground, Cindy’s, dropping to her knees and looking into her bloodied finger tips. She examines the bits of flesh extending out from beneath her nails while chanting some form of incantation.
Serenity: My Queen….
Cindy looks from the skin she cut out of Leviticus’ body to her Princess. Serenity is knelt beside her, hands rested upon her shoulders.
Serenity: There’s another way.
The chanting stops and Cindy is now all ears.
In spite of competing in not one but TWO matches throughout the evening, Matthew Bowden is still looking like he can go a few more rounds. He’s making his way down the hall with a towel draped over the back of his neck and only just one drop of sweat evident on his forehead. Yep, even after defeating two members of the Hair Doodes in back to back matches, he’s only just broken a single sweat.
Holt: Well, we took your advice.
There will be more than sweat coming out of Bowden’s body should this unexpected encounter lead to violence. Knowing Ricky Holt, Teiji Shintaro and Eric O’Flaherty, that’s just where this is headed. These three very dangerous men approach Bowden, who either courageously or foolishly, does not back down.
Holt: Per your insistence, my gallery of rogues and I decided to watch your ‘performance.’
Bowden: I’m amazed. You saw my matches and yet your jaw isn’t scraping the pavement?
Holt: Oh, oh-ho-ho-ho (holding sides) wait-wait-wait you think I was supposed to be impressed with what I saw?
Bowden: Impressed? No. Blown away? That sounds about right.
Holt: (Smiling) Listen kid….
Bowden: Kid?
Holt: I’m not here to help build that ego of yours, I’m here because you made a CRUCIAL mistake. You went and you put yourself on my radar. The last place on earth you want to be.
Teiji leaps forward with his almost razor sharp teeth inches removed from Bowden’s face. The stench emanating from the Nightmare’s mouth has Bowden recoiling and swiping a hand in front of his nose.
Holt: You insult me by implying that you’re a REAL wrestler, or a REAL threat to me in the Rumble.
Bowden: I’m just as big a threat to you as tic-tac’s are to your friend here.
Holt: Teiji, I think this youngster….
Bowden: Youngster?
Holt:….needs another demonstration of what REAL wrestling is. Let’s make sure he won’t be causing us any headaches in the Rumble….
Kingdom: Headaches? You want to talk headaches?
No social soiree is complete without a late arrival by Johnny Kingdom. The Team Leader waltzes along into the scene and cozies up right behind Bowden, an arm placed over the much younger superstar’s shoulder.
Kingdom: I’ve taken almost an entire bottle of Aspirin today and I’ve still got a migraine after listening to you CLAIM you’re going to win the Rumble. I mean, listening to you is the equivalent of hearing Fran Drescher and Jar-Jar Binks sing a duet.
Holt: I guess you didn’t turn up your hearing aid when I was talking earlier, Kingdom, otherwise you would have heard me when I said that I’m a man who fulfills his promises.
Kingdom: Then can you do everyone a favor and make a few more promises? Promise us that you’ll have your friend here (points to the snarling Teiji) take a shower. Then promise us that you’ll finally SHUT THE HELL UP.
Teiji tries to get his hands to Kingdom’s throat but much to his surprise he finds himself restrained by Holt and O’Flaherty. In fact O’Flaherty has to use that baseball bat he constantly carries around, placing it across Teiji’s throat and pulling back.
Kingdom: Go ahead and let your hygienically challenged bud off his leash. I’ll gladly show him what a REAL wrestler is.
Holt: Kingdom-Kingdom-Kingdom. I understand that you’re still a little fussy, probably because you didn’t take your nap after the Price is Right this morning, and because I gave those kids you were training a course in wrestling that would actually be of benefit to them.
Kingdom: You call beating up my trainees beneficial?
Holt: You can’t shield those punks from the harsh realities of wrestling, just like you can’t protect this chump (gestures to Bowden) from guys like Teiji and I. But hey, if you want to waste your time, you’re more than welcome to try. I guess we’ll all be seeing each other at Last Stand.
Turns to Teiji and O’Flaherty.
Holt: Let’s bounce.
Teiji is growling as the bat across his throat is used to pull him away. Holt and O’Flaherty drag their associate from Kingdom and Bowden.
Bowden: What was that about?
Bowden steps out from under the arm that was draped over his shoulder.
Kingdom: Excuse me?
Bowden: You actually think I needed backup? I could’ve handled them.
Kingdom: Heh, I’d like to have seen that.
Bowden: If Holt and his friends get in my face again, you will.
Bowden walks away from Kingdom, who stands there cynically shaking his head.
Kingdom: Punks.
Mya Denton’s mind has always been a pretty crowded place, and now it’s reached its carrying capacity. Not only does she have her own personalities trapped inside, in constant conflict with one another, but now there’s a new voice fueling all the internal turmoil. Aaron Harrison comes walking into the near pitch black room where Mya has taken residency. She is seated in a steel folding chair, face buried in her hands. Her fingers part and her eyes look through them as the figure of Harrison approaches. The hood on the jacket that Harrison has been sporting these past few weeks peels back so that Mya can get a clear view of his face.
Harrison: There’s been questions….
Mya cranes her neck into a contemplative stare.
Harrison: Ever since Rachel announced her retirement people have been asking, do I have what it takes to continue her mission? They’ve questioned if I have the strength, and the cunning to finish what she started. They ask if I’m ruthless enough to do the unthinkable things that are required of me.
In a bold, calculated maneuver Harrison reaches out and rests his palms on Mya’s shoulders.
Harrison: Well it’s time we answered.
Harrison goes to vacate the room only to stop at the door when he notices that Mya isn’t following.
Harrison: Let’s go.
Mya: I’m not going anywhere with you.
Harrison: I’m not talking to YOU, Mya.
The shading around Mya’s eyes grows darker as a menacing smile etches its way across her face.
What’s that? It’s your gag reflex. Why’s it activating? Because of Mason Van Stanton.
His anxious face appears on the screen as he tentatively steps down the hall. He looks ever so fidgety at the moment, playing with the knot of his tie repeatedly. All the while his eyes veer from one side of the corridor to the other, as if searching for someone. Suddenly a door opens at his side and a portly fella steps out, the sight of him causing Mason to leap back clasping at his heart.
Mason: Don’t do that!
Demands the nasally Mason. The heavy set man arches his brow and goes on doing his job by emptying a waste basket into a much larger trashcan. He’s not the only one who carries on with their duties, Mason proceeds down the corridor in search of Taylor Chase. His hope being to bring a resolution to Taylor’s conflict with Principle Owner Karen McBride.
Sparkles: Mason looks a little skiddish.
Frankie: Definitely left some skid marks in his underpants.
Greyson: Will he demonstrate his worth to the McBride administration by stopping Taylor Chase from challenging Karen McBride?
Frankie: Lord knows Van Stanton’s my homie, but his chances of stopping Tay-Tay and Monarchy are about as fat as Adelle’s waistline.
The oh so adorable Susie Moore continues to put her motorized rascal to use, now trying to master the steering while multitasking by drinking a cappuccino. She balances the drink in one hand while using the other to steer her vehicle around the catering table. Unfortunately she’s paying far more attention to one task than the other, and one can safely assume what that task is. She backs up and the rascal unintentionally smacks into a wall…..wait, that’s NOT a wall. It’s a leg.
A horrified Susie’s eyes slowly rise from the leg she bumped into, to a thigh. The eyes keep on rising, looking from the thigh to a stomach, then to a chest, and finally settling on the fierce stare of Miss Jon. The Destroyer of Beauty glares menacingly at the defenseless Susie. Oh how tempted Miss Jon is to simply reach down and snap Susie like nothing more than a twig.
Howe: Hello, Susie.
States Miss Jon’s agent, Martin Howe III, who steps out from behind the enormous back of his client. He crouches down to the correspondent’s side and rests his forearm on the steering wheel of her rascal.
Howe: I understand you had a conversation with Katelyn Buehler earlier. And sadly my client and I were unable to catch what she had to say regarding her match against the Destroyer of Beauty tonight. Care to enlighten us?
Susie: Uhhh, I never talked to Katelyn, I talked to Danny…..
Howe: Oh, her agent, and what did he have to say?
Susie: I can’t remember. I think it was something about Spider-man, but that could just be my selective hearing again.
Howe: (Annoyed) So you have no idea what Katelyn or her ‘man-servant’ had to say?
Susie: Uhhh, Spooooongebob?
Howe: Are you answering me or asking me?
Susie: Booooth?
Miss Jon growls as her huge hands reach out for Susie. However, Martin manages to snag hold of her wrist and then calm her by providing some soothing pats on her broad shoulder.
Howe: That’s alright, Susie, we understand that your mind isn’t exactly fit to handle the role you’ve been cast in.
Susie finds it shocking that she’s getting out of this precarious predicament unscathed.
Howe: We made a promise to the McBrides that we would be on our best behavior, and we intend to honor that commitment. So…..we….pardon you.
The alarmed Susie looks up into something that distresses her greater than the threat of physical violence. Miss Jon’s cheeks are twitching, fighting and struggling, straining as she forms a….smile.
TWO WEEKS AGO
We’re transported from a scene backstage to a scene from a scant two weeks earlier. The visuals on the screen pertain to Rachel Tatum Lee’s defense of her NHB Championship against challenger Kat Kelly. The commentators are overheard in the background discussing this scene.
Greyson: That was odd to say the least.
Frankie: Did Miss Jon legitimately just smile?
Sparkles: Sparkles didn’t even think she was capable of that.
Greyson: Well let’s talk about someone who lost their smile. Two weeks ago on Riot we saw Rachel Tatum Lee defend her record setting title reign as NHB Champion
Sparkles: But as the match between she and Kat Kelly went on it became clearer and clearer that Rachel’s heart just wasn’t into it.
Greyson: She’s had her fair share of grievances with the IWC and it all came to a heading during Rachel’s title defense.
The video of the last NHB Title defense continues to play with Rachel half-heartedly employing a variety of weapons in her barrage against Kat Kelly. She just doesn’t have the motivation to carry through with striking Kat’s body via a kendo stick or a steel chair. She hesitates before every blow and in some cases outright decides against attacking her challenger. Ultimately Rachel decides to leave the squared circle. Though that’s not all she leaves behind, also abandoning the NHB Title she’s defended for near on two years, and a profession she’s devoted much of her life to.
Greyson: Rachel walked out on her match, walked out on her title, and walked out on her job.
Sparkles: According to sources from around the inter-webs, Rachel’s aggravations with wrestling unfortunately led to her retirement.
Frankie: Which led to this awesome foot fetish tweet sent out by Rachel earlier this week.
I should've done this a long time ago. #Retired pic.twitter.com/LQstbcgVGn
— Rachel Tatum Lee (@RachelTatumLee) January 20, 2016
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Greyson: And that pretty much confirms that Rachel is done with professional wrestling.
Frankie: Yeah-yeah-yeah, enough about Rachel though, let’s show another clip, a happier one…no…the happiest one. Let’s show the world what happened after Rachel walked out on her match with Kat Kelly.
We go back to the video of the title match several weeks ago. Seconds after Rachel has walked away from her championship the belt is scooped up into her challenger’s arms. Kat Kelly doesn’t just gather the title, she starts celebrating with it. Soon her fellow Monarchy cohorts are in the squared circle heaving Kat up onto their shoulders.
Greyson: Happy? You think this was a HAPPY moment, Frankie?
Frankie: Absolutely! We have a NEW Champion, Kat Kelly is the NEEEWW NHB Champion!
Greyson: The validity of her NHB Title reign is definitely questionable.
Frankie: Finders keepers.
Greyson: That is not a legally valid argument at all.
Sparkles: No givesies backsies.
Greyson: And that doesn’t even apply to this argument at all.
Frankie: Yeah-yeah-yeah getting back to Rachel, in spite of she and the IWC splitting on less that amicable terms, we still have a big farewell video planned for her later tonight.
Speaking of unlawful title reigns cameras are now centered on another woman illegally holding a championship. This particular woman is wrapped entirely in black leather, her face included, and the title in her possession is the Queen of Wrestling Championship. Earlier on we saw this masked fiend blindside rightful champion Selena Frost and snag her belt. All of this was done by the edict of the midget figure stood in the middle of the ring, the well-dressed Desmond Drake.
Drake: Did you all just see that? (Pointing to the Cartel-tron) That video the IWC just aired? I hope you were paying attention, because that package was sheer inspiration. The way Kat Kelly won the NHB Championship motivated me, motivated me AND my friend here (pats his masked associate on the leg). Kat TOOK what she wanted, and so WE took what WE wanted.
Drake’s masked associate raises the Queen of Wrestling Title aloft.
Drake: I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking we’re scum. You’re thinking we’re a couple of thieves. You’re thinking Selena Frost is little miss perfect sunshine and we had no right to take the championship from her. But that’s where your wrong you sexy little bastards. Selena is about as imperfect as the flab in a once hot Kirstie Alley’s thighs. Cause ya know what, she stole the Queen of Wrestling Title from me first!
Greyson: Is someone going to come out here and PLEASE shut Drake up. The guy had no right to hold that QOWT to begin with.
Frankie: The hell he doesn’t. The great and all powerful Silas Mason entrusted him with the championship.
Greyson: Yeah, but Silas is no longer the Principle Owner of the IWC, Karen McBride is, and she ordered him to give that belt to Selena Frost back at the End of the Year Special.
Sparkles: Which he refused to do.
Drake ignores the outrage of the crowd, believing himself to be perfectly justified in every action.
Drake: So much like my penis on a Saturday night, I took justice into my own hands. In the words of Sylvester Stallone, I am the LAWL! I was the judge, I was the jury, and my friend in leather here, she was the executioner. She and I decided it was not only in our best interests, but all of your best interests (open palm towards the heckling fans) that we reclaim what was taken from me back at the End of the Year Special. You can repay me by removing your itchy bras and tossing some room keys my way. Because now the Queen of Wrestling Title is where it belongs, around the waist of a champion that I’VE cherry picked, that I’VE hand selected, a champion each and every one of you can RESPECT. And that champion, her name is….
The mask peels back from the face of the woman unlawfully detaining the Queen of Wrestling Championship.
Drake: MARY ALLISION CHAINZ!
Oh lord….this reveal leaves just as many fans angry as it does unsatisfied. The recently revealed Chainz merely smirks in indifference to the crowd’s response, cause there’s only one thing that matters to her, and it happens to be the championship sitting on her shoulder.
Greyson: Are you friggin kidding me? Marcy Allison Chainz?
Sparkles: She’s our new Queen of Wrestling Champion?
Greyson: Of course not, because this isn’t legal.
Frankie: And why isn’t it?
Greyson: Because it’s stupid.
Frankie: No it’s not, Drake was put in charge of crowning a new….
Greyson: Can it Frankie, no one is buying into that line of BS.
Apparently Chainz is.
Drake: Thanks to your beloved Desmond Drake, there is now a Queen you can adore, a queen you can revere, a queen that will hold this championship with honor, a queen who will dominant the women’s division, a queen that will….
Selena: Tap out to the Frost Bite!
A bold proclamation is made by a woman with a legitimate gripe and a legitimate claim to the title over Chainz’s shoulder. That woman is the actual Queen of Wrestling Champion Selena Frost, and she’s also a woman who can withstand a few shots form a steel pipe and still keep on kicking. That much becomes clear when she shows up on the stage ignoring the agony of the multiple blows she took from Chainz backstage.
Frankie: Dessie D and Chainz should have got the hell out of this building with the QOWT when they could.
Greyson: The fact that they came out here to brag about stealing the championship may very well come back to haunt them.
Sparkles: Selena Frost was attacked earlier tonight, but it looks like Chainz didn’t do a good enough job on the REAL Queen of Wrestling Champion when she stole the belt.
Drake’s face has gone blood red as he spews vile at Selena.
Drake: Get your pasty ass out of here you icy prude! You have no right to interrupt this celebra….
Selena: Oh I plan on doing a lot more than interrupting your celebration, Desmond. I’m not just here to crash your party, I’m here to CRUSH your handpicked champion.
Chainz snags the mic out of Drake’s hand.
Chainz: Look at you, you can barely even breathe. You honestly think you have it in you to beat me?
Apparently Frost doesn’t even think that question deserves an answer. She’s already climbing up onto the apron and ignoring her preexisting injuries.
Chainz: Fine.
A frantic Drake is shaking his head and all but begging Chainz not to do it….Too late.
Chainz: You and me for the title!
Chainz brushes Drake aside and then runs across the ring, swinging the Queen of Wrestling Title into a crushing blow upside Selena’s head. The shot sends Selena flying from the apron and plummeting to the ringside mats.
QUEEN OF WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
The blow to the temple from the title belt has rendered Selena Frost absolutely defenseless, her body left splayed across the arena floor.
Greyson: Ah God, that belt cracking right upside Selena’s skull.
Frankie: What a great way to start this match.
Sparkles: Who knew coming into tonight that we’d see a Queen of Wrestling Title bout.
Greyson: With Mary Allison Chainz as the….
Frankie:….defending champion.
Greyson: As the CHALLENGER, you idiot.
The blow to the brain has left Selena all rattled yet not totally down and out. She’s trying to stand up but finds her progress thwarted when a double axehandle cracks her over the upper back. Chainz leaps off the apron and smacks Selena over the spine with a blow that drops the rightful champion to her knees. The malicious Chainz drags Selena back up to her feet though and then throws her along right into the barricade. Selena’s shoulder withstands much of the impact with the steel, threatening to separate it. Once again the champ is forced to persevere through the anguish, standing up with her weight supported by the very same barricade she just bounced off of. Suddenly she goes flipping back over that barrier when her face is crushed by a polish hammer.
Chainz rushes towards Selena and swings her forearms upside the champion’s nose. The blow is so powerful it lifts Selena off of her feet and sends her spilling into the audience.
Frankie: Chainz is just dominating Selena.
Greyson: Only because she smacked Selena in the head with her own title belt before the match got underway.
Sparkles: It’s surprising to see such intensity from Chainz considering that we haven’t seen her in an IWC ring in close to a year.
A busted up Selena lays out amongst the fans and uses one of their chairs to get back to her feet. Employing that chair as a crutch comes back to haunt her though, because Selena’s face is swung down straight into it. Chainz has snuck in behind Selena, grabbed the back of her head and is putting her nose directly into the seat.
Selena bounces from the chair and her disorientated body goes spiraling along into a scoop slam right across the exposed concrete floor. Chainz shows her strength by putting her adversary’s back into the unforgiving ground. Another scoop slam soon follows, one of the running variety that sends Selena flying over the barricade and smacking into the ringside mats.
A wide eyed Desmond Drake is standing back watching all of this and enjoying every bit of what he sees. He’s all the more delighted when seeing Chainz pull Selena off the mats and into another Irish whip that sends the champion’s body hurdling into the barricade. Drake can’t help himself, he steps to Selena as she lays on the ground and then grabs his own crotch, air humping mere inches from her face.
Greyson: We are just seeing a systematic destruction of the Queen of Wrestling Champion.
Frankie: It’s her own fault for taking this challenge after she was already clocked with a pipe backstage.
Sparkles: Selena determined to get back her title at even great risk to her career.
A career that continues to be shortened with each blow. Selena just won’t let those injuries stop her though, she won’t give up in spite of all her physical limitations. She employs the ring apron to drag her crippled body up from the ground. Once on her feet she channels all of her strength, all of her rage, all of her remaining power in order to bring the fight to Chainz. She turns to face her adversary, that is if her adversary were a set of steel steps. Chainz shows incredible strength by throwing the upper half of a set of ring stairs right into Selena’s brow.
Greyson: RIGHT IN THE FACE!
Sparkles: That did it! Selena’s got nothing left after that.
Apparently there a few others who are on the same wavelength as Sparkles, as scary a thought as that may be. Three EMTS come racing towards the ring amassed behind a referee. While the medics crowd around an unconscious Selena, the referee steps up in Mary Allison Chainz’s face, turning himself into a barrier. He blocks Chainz from getting anywhere near the Queen of Wrestling Champion.
Greyson: Thank God….THAAANK GOD…
Sparkles: EMTs coming out here and preventing this from going any further.
Frankie: Their too late though. Selena’s already all but crippled. I mean her brains have to be splattered all over the mats.
Sparkles: Sparkles can see them, they look just like cranberry sauce.
The audience are not happy with how this has gone, but contrastingly Chainz and Drake are thrilled with how this has played out. Not only do they have the Queen of Wrestling Title still in their possession but Selena is now in no condition to take it back. All she can do is physically labor to draw every breath into her lung. The EMTs will do everything in their power to make sure Selena is still capable of doing that, which is why they’ve stopped this impromptu fight. Unfortunately that allows a smirking Chainz and a chuckling Drake to go walking up the ramp with the Queen of Wrestling Title. Though their departure will have to wait until after Drake has given a few crotch chops aimed at the true champion.
Greyson: As unfortunate as it may be, Drake has once again managed to steal Selena’s title belt.
Frankie: And there ain’t a damn thing Selena can do about it.
To further cement her illegitimate claim on the QOWT and to further insult the fans, Chainz stops on the stage, turns to the camera and lifts the belt overhead. While she laughs her counterpart Drake continues making obscene crotch chops.
Greyson: I am morally repulsed.
Sparkles: Just think how Selena feels. It wasn’t just her body that was destroyed, it was her whole world.
Frankie: Mary Allison Chainz and Desmond Drake are leaving here tonight with Selena’s Queen of Wrestling Title. Suck it!
Mason: I understand you guys are upset, you have every right to be.
Mason Van Stanton exhausts every single trick in his bag in order to talk his way past the barrier stationed outside of Monarchy’s dressing room. That guard is none other than Ryan Watson, who uses one hand to keep Mason back and the other to hold a phone to his ear.
Watson: Shhhh-shhh-shhh….
An incredulous Watson places his finger across Mason’s lips, silencing him. At last Watson can hear his phone conversation.
Watson: And you’re sure about that? (Awaits an answer) Excellent. (Evidently the answer has pleased him) You did great.
The phone is hung up and the finger is taken from Mason’s lips.
Watson: You’re here to talk Tay out of finishing what we, what Monarchy, started earlier tonight? You think you can convince her not to go out there and add Karen McBride to our list of victims?
Mason: I uhhhh….
Watson: You’re welcome to give it the old college try….
Much to Mason’s surprise Watson steps out of his way and pushes open the door, the last barrier standing in the way of access to Taylor Chase. Just as Mason starts to enter the room he finds a hand not wedged to his lips but his chest.
Watson: You got fifteen minutes….
Mason: Fifteen?
Watson: Got a call from a friend of mine, said that Karen McBride is on her way to the arena as we speak. She should be here soon, so I suggest you say what you have to say to Tay, and you say it QUICK.
All of Van Stanton’s courage is summoned before he dares set foot in the same room with the First Lady of Professional Wrestling.
Two plates with steaming linguine noodles piled upon them sit on opposite ends of a table. While Andre Jordan lifelessly prods the pasta with a fork, across from him Mika Kozlov is slurping what has to be the world’s longest noodle. She keeps slurping and slurping and slurping while her head cranes from one side to the others, eyes batting at her ‘date.’ Andre might find Mika’s mannerisms a little more comedic if his wrists weren’t chained to the armrests of a chair, and he wasn’t her current captive.
Mika: Is the pasta not to your liking?
Andre doesn’t respond, keeping his eyes fixed to the dinner he is being coerced into eating.
Mika: Well I know you will enjoy (provocatively) desert.
The plate that WAS in front of Mika is swiped from the table, the porcelain shattering across the floor. Mika’s fingernail touches the edge of Andre’s plate and scoots it towards her. The end of one noodle is taken and placed in Mika’s pursed lips and the other end of that very same noodle is held up towards Dre’s lips.
Mika: Oh come on Andre, you know how this scene goes. Don’t you want to be….romantic? Don’t you want to sweep me off my feet?
Andre: Amongst so many other things I’d like to do to you.
Mika: Then SUCK!
The end of the noodle is placed to Andre’s lips but he will never ever suck it all the way down to the point where his lips ultimately meet Mika’s.
Mika: No foreplay huh?
Now its Andre’s plate that is thrown across the room, the table cleared so that there’s only one entrée on top of it. Mika makes HERSELF the main course, sitting herself Indian style in front of her Chocolate Pudding.
Mika: You’re so frisky Dre, I like that.
Andre: Isn’t this a little….one sided?
Mika: Hmmmm?
Andre: Well, I’m just thinking about how we can make this a lot more fun….for you?
Mika: Moi?
Andre: Is that really so surprising? That someone is actually thinking about YOUR needs for once?
There is something strangely enchanting about Andre’s words….and AROUSING.
Andre: You’re thinking I’m just like everyone else in your life, that you have to FORCE me to care about you. That I don’t understand you, but believe me, we’re a lot more alike than you might think. We’ve both been used, taken advantage of, had our trust abused. But I won’t USE you, I won’t take advantage of you, I won’t betray you’re trust, and you don’t need to force yourself on me. Just-just let me prove it, give me an opportunity to prove I’m different.
Mika: Well aren’t you a charmer?
Andre: How about I show you just how charming I can be?
He goes to lift his hands towards Mika’s face, however the chains around his wrists restrain his arms. He sullenly smiles while looking at the chains from the corner of his eye, hoping to draw Mika’s attention to them.
Andre: Can we take these things off already?
Mika: What will you do if I remove them?
Andre: A lot more than just slurping noodles.
Mika definitely likes the sounds of that, hence why her hand is fishing a key from her cleavage. The cuffs are removed and a smiling Andre takes a moment to rub at his chaffed wrists.
Mika: Well?
The red rings around his wrists are no longer Andre’s concern, instead his focus becomes putting a red ring around Mika’s throat. With lighting fast speed, before Kozlov can even blink an eye, her throat is engulfed in Dre’s hands and her back is pressed down to the table. Andre begins to strangle Mika with all of his strength, trying to choke her into unconsciousness. However, all he’s doing is choking her into laughter.
Mika: Hahahahaha…KINKY! SOOO KINKY!
There are no longer chains around Andre’s wrists, but there is now a chain around his throat. Mika’s bodyguard Borislav has just re-entered the room and does so in time to thwart this attempted homicide. He wraps a dog chain around Andre’s throat and pulls, dragging him back from Mika and restraining him in the corner of the room. Andre tries to pry the chain away from his neck though his fingers are no match for the strength exhibited by Borislav’s biceps. Eventually he finds himself choked into submission and unable to get to the woman who is sitting up on the table coughing…..coughing and laughing.
Mika: I never knew you were into that type of thing, babushka.
Fight as he may Andre just can’t get loose from Borislav’s hands and his chain.
Borislav: (Growling) Mika…..
Mika: Mmmmm?
Borislav: Your sestra.
Mika: My beloved Tay-Tay? What’s my sister up to now?
As Mika moves across the room and leans her ear towards Borislav’s whispers Dre desperately tries to get his hands back up and around her throat. Sadly Borislav manages to keep both of Andre’s arms pinned down to his sides. Once Mika has heard what her heavy had to tell her, she pulls back and looks into Andre’s furious eyes.
Mika: Sounds like we’re going out for our date, Pudding.
Someone was obviously raised in a barn, because the door that leads into the Trainer’s Office has been left open…just a smidgen yet open nevertheless. This allows the camera stationed in the hallway to catch a peak of what’s happening inside of the room. Conveniently the World Champion Katelyn Buehler and her agent Dan Douglas are seated in the corner of the room and in perfect position to be seen through the slit of the barely open door.
Douglas: Are you listening carefully?
Katelyn doesn’t answer with words, she just nods, and in the process of doing so she neither blinks nor breathes. It appears that her agent’s words and the talisman that dangles from his fingers have her totally enchanted.
Douglas: You are not injured. You are not in pain.
Katelyn: I’m not injured. I’m not in pain.
Douglas: You feel nothing, not anguish, nor…..emotion. You feel….NOTHING.
Katelyn: (Robotically) I feel nothing.
Douglas: Are you ready to do exactly what I tell you to do to your opponents tonight, and to Taylor and Mika, your challengers at Last Stand?
Katelyn: (Emotionlessly) Yes.
Douglas: (Sighs in relief) Thank God….
A kiss is planted on Katelyn’s forehead, a fatherly kiss.
Unfortunately cameras return to the ring just in time to catch one of the lowest moments of the show. EMTS are presently aiding an injured, beaten down Selena Frost up the ramp. In spite of everything the Queen of Wrestling Champion has withstood throughout the night she manages to bare some of her own weight. Although her arms are over the shoulders of two medics amassed at either of her sides, her feet are still under her, and helping to carry her towards the back. As if this wasn’t bad enough her wife Deanna Springs is forced to watch as the love of her life is being aided out of the arena.
Greyson: It’s been a tough night for Selena Frost.
Sparkles: The toughest.
Frankie: And the funniest!
Greyson: Come off it now Frankie.
Frankie: No-no-no-no, don’t take me out of this moment, let me enjoy this. In the same night that we saw Desmond Drake bring Mary Allison Chainz back to the IWC, she single handedly destroys Selena Frost and then she takes off with the Queen of Wrestling Championship.
Greyson: SELENA’S Queen of Wrestling Championship. Drake and Chainz stole the title, assaulted Selena and then ran off with her belt.
Sparkles: Drake’s vendetta with Selena prompting him to set her up tonight leading to the theft of her most prized possession and then the total decimation of her body.
Greyson: Chainz just mauled her, and I mean just MAULED Her when Selena came out to the ring to try and reclaim her property.
Frankie: And if you think Selena is bouncing back from the beating she just got, you’re so friggin wr….
Frankie is corrected before he can even finish his sentence. To his surprise and to the shock of all those onlookers in attendance, even Deanna, her wife Selena pulls away from the crew trying to help her to the back and starts to stagger towards the ring.
Greyson: Oh no…please don’t do this Selena, accept the help from these EMTS.
Sparkles: What is she doing?
Frankie: It better not be what I think she’s doing.
Although Selena is in worse pain than a mother giving birth to quadruplets, she rolls her battered body into the ring. Once inside she can’t even summon the strength to get up off of her knees but she does somehow possess the strength to demand a microphone then to put it to use.
Selena: Where you going, Chainz? (Selena has to stop because speaking actually gives her a pounding migraine) What? Think we’re done? (She grinds her teeth and grips at the back of her throbbing neck) Cause I feel like I’m getting my second wind. Yeah, you know what, I feel like I can go another round…no….in fact, I BELIEVE I’ve got one more fight left in me.
A loud chant of ‘we believe’ starts up from the audience. Their energy is infectious, feeding Selena with the adrenaline boost she needs to get back on her feet. Her legs nearly buckle under her but she somehow stays on her feet.
Selena: So what do you say MAC? You got the courage to come out here and give me one more shot at taking back my title? Or would it take too much work shaking that horny little dog Drake off your leg long enough for you to drag your flabby ass out here?
The crowd chuckles at the expense of both Chainz and Drake alike. However, Chainz is not laughing, she’s not smiling, she’s not happy at all, she’s looking absolutely furious as she comes stomping out through the curtains. For the second time tonight Drake is stood directly at Chainz’s side and is desperately trying to talk her out of making a fatal mistake. Once more Chainz is not listening.
Greyson: It didn’t take much to lure Mary Allison Chainz and Desmond Drake back out to the ring.
Frankie: And why would Chainz run from Selena’s challenge? Look at Selena, it’s taking everything in her power just to stand up.
Sparkles: For Chainz this is going to be like shooting fish in a barrel. Which will have PETA all over her ass.
Greyson: Well Drake doesn’t look happy that Chainz is coming back out here to answer Selena’s challenge. He may hate Frost, but he knows just how talented, and just how dangerous she is, especially when she has her back pressed to the wall. Selena proved that two weeks ago in that cage match against Alistair Taylor.
Frankie: Drake should be THRILLED that Chainz is coming back out here to finally finish the Dairy Queen off.
Well he isn’t, but ultimately there is nothing that Drake can say that will stop Chainz from getting back in that ring with Selena. Drake is just as powerless as the EMTS who foolishly try to stop Chainz at the base of the ramp only to find themselves thrown forcefully out of her way with just one hand. Her other palm is wrapped around the Queen of Wrestling Title that is dragging across the ground at her side. Eventually Chainz throws the belt to Drake and then throws herself into the ring.
Frankie: Selena making all the wrong choices. This is the dumbest thing I’ve seen since picking Sarah Palin as a running partner.
Greyson: Well her choices have lured Chainz back to the ring and that means she’s getting another shot at getting the Queen of Wrestling Championship that was stolen from her.
QUEEN OF WRESTLING TITLE
The very same referee who was seen before the last commercial break trying to stop Chainz from going after Selena now find himself reluctantly calling for the bell to start a match that allows more harm to befall the true Queen of Wrestling Champion. The moment Chainz hears the chiming in the background she charges with a fist flying towards Selena’s face. It’s not going to be that easy. Selena blocks the punch, keeping it separated from her face. Chainz’s eyes widen and the jaws of several thousand fans drop when seeing Selena not only block her opponent’s fist from connecting but then delivers a punch of her own. The shot sends Chainz staggering back.
Sparkles: Look at this.
Greyson: Selena Frost with a bit more fight left in her than she let on.
Frankie: Un-fucking-real.
Selena follows up the last punch with another, and then a third and then a fourth. The shots have Chainz staggering back yet somehow staying upright. That’s until Selena runs in and delivers a clothesline with such force that it sends Chainz down to her back.
Greyson: Selena’s got Chainz down!
Sparkles: Selena’s building serious momentum.
Frankie: Do something Drake!
Drake is doing something, clawing at his hair at ringside. He screams along with the rest of the crowd at the sight of Chainz getting to her feet only to be toppled with another clothesline. Selena hits the lariat with all the force she can muster and then screams with sheer primal rage afterwards. The fans get riled up as Selena digs deeper than she’s ever dug before. She waits for Chainz to get up before catching her in a scoop slam, running her towards the ropes and then throwing her over them to the outside.
Greyson: A little bit of payback for that scoop slam Chainz hit Selena with earlier.
Sparkles: God, she went all the way down to the floor!
Frankie: Her ass is probably swollen after that landing. Someone get me a bag of ice.
Chainz’ back hits the floor with so much force that it just about cripples her on impact. This can’t happen, Drake won’t let it. He jumps to Chainz’ side and screams at her to get back up and even goes as far as to grab her under the arms and start using what little strength his pint sized body possesses to force her onto her feet. Chainz finally gets up and leans on the apron for support only to find herself kicked away from it. Selena hits a baseball slide that nails Chainz and drives her back right into Drake. The collision sends Drake to the floor but causes Chainz to stay on her feet, at least long enough for her opponent to come diving over the ropes into a crossbody block. Selena comes hurdling down towards Chainz and hits….NOTHING BUT MAT.
In the split second before their bodies can collide Chainz clears out of the way, causing Selena to fly past her and smack straight into the ground.
Frankie: Hahahahaha….AAAAAH-hahahahaha…..AAAAAAAH!!!! Hahahahahaha!!!
Greyson: Stop it Frankie.
Frankie: That was priceless (wiping tears), that was HYSTERICAL! Look at you two, you both thought that Selena was actually going to have a baby-face come back, but instead it was her baby-face that just got SMASHED.
Greyson: Selena had started to build some momentum but that ill-advised dive cost her dearly.
Sparkles: It just opened the door for Chainz to get back in this.
Frankie: Not to get back in this, but to end this.
That’s precisely what Chainz is about to do. She lays in wait for Selena to expend all of her energy to get back to her feet. The moment Selena stands she finds her face hurdling towards the ringside mats yet again when she’s struck with the downward spiral. Chainz hits the move that may have sealed the Queen of Wrestling Champion’s fate.
Greyson: Selena’s face crushing the mats a second time.
Frankie: And Chainz crushing Selena’s chances of regaining the Queen of Wrestling Title.
For once Frankie may not have to eat his words. It appears that Chainz has this match in hand much like she has Selena’s hair in hand. The grip on Frost’s pony tail forces her back up to her feet and then back into the ring. It isn’t long after that Selena finds herself pinned to the canvas.
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Frankie: New champion cro…..
Well Frankie not only has to eat his words but follow it up with a desert made of crow. Selena launches her shoulder from the canvas and does so with such defiance that it elicits a HUGE reaction from the crowd.
Frankie: YUCK!
Greyson: Frost! Frost still has it in her to kick out!
Sparkles: Chainz not walking out of here that easily with the Queen of Wrestling Championship.
The fans might be at this very moment the happiest they’ve been all night long. Their cries of ‘we believe’ are so loud that they inspire goosebumps. They serve as the ultimate inspiration for Selena to start compelling more than just her shoulder from the canvas. Chainz makes sure that it was just her opponent’s shoulder that got up, refusing to let the rest of Selena get off the ring. She crawls on top of Selena and starts to punch her repeatedly in the forehead, busting up her face and inflicting some serious brain damage with each blow. Finally Chainz removes her fists from Selena’s face and instead puts a boot across her throat. Chainz keeps that boot to the champion’s neck until the referee has started a five count. At four the illegal choke is broken. A frustrated Chainz turns away from her adversary and slips through the ropes to the apron.
Chainz: Believe this!?!
Chainz gives the chanting fans cause to change their tone when she throws an ‘up yours’ taunt in their direction. She wisely redirects her focus back to the squared circle where an addled Selena is trying to work her way back up. The moment Selena stands Chainz’s body comes hurdling from the apron through the ropes and into a spear…a spear that is COUNTERED. Not only does Selena side step the arm bound for her ribs, but she catches it, hooks herself around it and then uses the limb to flip Chainz down into the cross arm breaker.
Greyson: THE FROST BITE LOCKED IN!
Frankie: How? How!!??! HOOOOOWWW!!!??!!!
Sparkles: This is amazing!
Frankie: Bull….this is bullshit!
An absolutely shocked Chainz tries to clasp her hands together in order to block the Frost Bite from being fully locked in, but it doesn’t work, there is no avail from Selena’s finishing submission. Selena has the hold tightly clamped on and this reduces Chainz’s options to one of two choices. Either Chainz submits or suffers a broken arm. It’s a tough choice but Chainz realistically only has one, which is why she’s emphatically slapping the canvas.
Greyson: She’s tapping! She’s tapping out!
Sparkles: Chainz submits to the Frost Bite!!
Greyson: And-and-and that means Selena Frost comes back from the most insurmountable of odds to retain her championship.
Frankie: Dear God, why couldn’t you smite Selena just once?
It seems everyone and everything, be it the forces on earth and in the heavens are conspiring to see Selena Frost persevere here tonight. She no sooner hears Chainz’s hand slapping the canvas before she’s breaking her hold and celebrating her victory. Although she’s in agony Selena manages to get to her knees and lift either arm aloft in celebration, however, she finds herself disappointed that one of those arms are now weighed down with her title. Instead of having her championship back in her possession it remains in the hands of Desmond Drake. A steaming mad Drake is shouting at Selena from ringside while pointing at the Queen of Wrestling Championship that he holds across his chest.
Drake: You think you deserve this (squeezes the title)? You think you earned this? Chainz is nothing! She’s NOTHING! You didn’t prove ANYTHING! I’ll find someone who deserves this title, and if you got a problem with that, you can suck….my….d…..
Drake is so furious that it clouds his peripheral view. He doesn’t see Frost’s wife Deanna running up behind him and grabbing the collar of his jacket.
Greyson: Deanna’s got Drake!
Sparkles: And she’s about to feed him into the ring where Selena is waiting!
Frankie: Unhand him you scallywag!
Deanna charges Drake towards the squared circle and finally tosses him in. She waits to see her wife take Drake apart only to realize that it was only part of him that was thrown into the ring, and that part was his jacket. At the last second Drake managed to slip his arms out of his coat. Once freed Drake picks up the Queen of Wrestling Title from ringside and then goes scrambling up the ramp with the belt in his arms.
Greyson: Damn. Just when I thought Drake was finally going to get his comeuppance he slips right through Selena’s hands.
Frankie: My boy Drake is as slippery as a snake.
Greyson: Yeah, that’s just what that no good son of a bitch is….a SNAKE!
Sparkles: Well that snake is slithering away with Selena Frost’s Queen of Wrestling Championship!
A very depleted Selena does not give pursuit to Drake, instead it’s her words that are nipping at his heels.
Selena: Go ahead and run away with my title Drake.
A microphone is once again in Selena’s hands and is amplifying the threats directed at the man who just stole her title.
Selena: You want to keep playing this game? FINE! But we both know how it’s going to end.
The microphone in her hand is flung aside and now Selena is grabbing hold of a recovering Mary Allison Chainz. If Chainz thought she was getting off with any form of leniency than she was gravely mistaken. She’s forced to her feet and then into a boot to the gut that is promptly followed by the Ice Breaker. The implant DDT drives her head almost right through the ring.
Greyson: Ice Breaker!
Sparkles: Selena Frost letting Drake know what he’s in store for when she finally does get her hands on that toad.
Frankie: Snake? Toad? Make up your mind already.
Deanna has slid into the ring and kneels beside Selena, but even her wife can do nothing to calm the champion’s anger. There’s only one thing that will finally set Selena’s mind at ease, and it’ll be regaining possession of her title at the expense of breaking Drake’s body.
Mason: Karen McBride has a habit of pissing people off, I know that better than anyone else.
Taylor Chase couldn’t be any less interested in anything that Mason Van Stanton has to say, no matter how passionately he speaks. It’s not the man who stands above her that concerns Tay, it’s her last minute prep for her brawl with the Principle Owner that she focuses on. Her eyes never rise from the tape that is being wrapped around her knuckles, not even once acknowledging the man who has infiltrated Monarchy’s dressing room and stands in front of the bench she’s seated on.
Mason: For God sakes, she had me stripping down to my skivvies and shaking my money maker in a cage just weeks ago.
Taylor: Please….PLLLLEEEASE don’t remind me of that.
Mason: Fair enough. Anyway, I’m just trying to say that I understand the overwhelming desire to want to punch McBride right in her mouth……
Taylor: Is there some type of ‘but’ coming here?
Mason: But….if you attack Karen you’re just going to be making things more difficult for yourself and for Monarchy.
Taylor: Why do you care if I attack the Crypt Keeper tonight? It’s like you said, you hate her more than I do. After-all, she did take your precious Silas Mason away from you.
Mason: (Sniveling) I’ve taken some therapy sessions to help me get through my loss, and now I’m trying to turn over a new leaf.
Taylor: No, you’re trying to kiss McBride’s ass so that she’ll give you a job in her administration.
Mason: That too. But this isn’t about me, this is about protecting you and your interests Tay. You’ve worked so hard to get yourself another shot at the World Championship, don’t risk losing your opportunity at Last Stand by pissing off the Principle Owner….
Taylor: Breath you little sewer urchin…
A hyperventilating Van Stanton wipes sweat from his brow.
Taylor: Relax. Do you honestly think I have any desire to fight that embalmed mummy when she gets here? Been there, done that. I’ve kicked Karen’s ass in the past, I don’t need to do it again. Besides, what Monarchy and I did to her security and her roster earlier tonight has already sent her the message that messing with us is the stupidest decision she could ever make.
Mason: (Sounding confused) Oooookay? Then why are you challenging her to a….?
Taylor: Do try to follow along Mason. I know it hurts to use your brain, but switch it on just this once. You mentioned my title match coming up at Last Stand, the one I had to wait almost a whole year to get. After all that time do you think I’m going to risk anything when it comes to facing Mika and Katelyn for the belt?
Mason: I wouldn’t think so.
Taylor: Of course I wouldn’t you Justin Bieber wannabe! Me challenging Karen to a fight, it’s all a smokescreen. I know Katelyn wants a piece of me, and so does Mika. So why not give the both of them what they want? Or how about I make it look like I’m giving them what they want?
Mason: Ooooh, I see.
Taylor: Do you really?
Mason: No.
Taylor: Ugh. My challenge to Karen is all part of a grand design. I’ve got my Monarchy sisters and brothers out spreading the word that my challenge to McBride is going down tonight, and that message will eventually reach Mika, it will eventually reach Katelyn. And when they catch wind of the fact that I’m going to be in that ring all by myself, the two of them will be chomping at the bit to get a piece of my beautiful ass.
Mason: Uhhh-huh?
Taylor: And theeeeen…..
Her finger circles through the air like she were cranking the handle on a fishing reel, hoping that Mason finally has a mouthful of lure.
Mason: You slip out and let those two annihilate each other? Thus making you’re night a lot easier at Last Stand?
Taylor: Yaaaay! (Clapping) You finally got it.
Mason: Yup.
Taylor: Now get out.
Taylor Chase may not have to worry about Katelyn Buehler if the behemoth Miss Jon has her way. The beast is presently drawing closer and closer to the guerilla position. Her triple threat encounter with the World Champion and Selena Frost is scheduled to go down coming up next. Now with this bout so close to its culmination Miss Jon’s agent Martin Howe III only has a finite amount of time to give her some advice.
Howe: I know just how badly you want to pull Katelyn apart like one of those Barbie Dolls you’re always mutilating, but we have GOT to play this all by the book.
Due to the perpetual frown on Miss Jon’s face it’s hard for her agent to tell rather she’s understanding him or not.
Howe: Hitting Karen McBride, rather it was on accident or not, put us in some hot water. So do I really need to remind you to behave yourself when we get out there?
Miss Jon’s expression remains unchanged.
Howe: Can you at least ‘GRUNT’ if you understand me?
It won’t take a grunt to make the inner workings of Miss Jon’s mind transparent. Suddenly Aaron Harrison and Mya Denton come walking out of an adjacent corridor, so deep in conversation that they don’t even notice Martin Howe or his imposing client.
Harrison: So the IWC plans on having a tribute for Rachel tonight? Well they won’t need one, because I have a far more fitting tribute in mind for…..
Miss Jon puts an end to this conversation when her body almost bowls Mya and Harrison right over. The two have just made the biggest mistake of their lives, accidentally stepping right into Miss Jon’s path. She bumps into Mya with such force that Denton is actually launched off of her feet and sent flying into Harrison’s arms. Customarily the duo wouldn’t express fear of any other human being, but Miss Jon stopped being human a long time ago. That’s why Harrison and Mya actually find themselves recoiling from the beast who is slowly reaching her gloved fist towards them.
Howe holds his breath and damn near shields his eyes to prevent seeing what his client is about to do. And what she does is the last thing anyone, especially Howe could ever predict. Miss Jon’s arm wasn’t reaching out to maim either Mya or Harrison, her hand was extending in order to pat the pair on the top of their heads. As horrifying as it may sound, Miss Jon is actually tussling their hair. After producing the most awkward scene imaginable Miss Jon moves along and pretends like nothing happened.
Howe has to pick his jaw up off of the floor as he watches his client walk along towards the ring without inciting any violence of any kind. Finally he turns to an equally as surprised Harrison and Mya, pretends to tip the bill of a non-existent cap in their direction then takes off after his client.
Frankie: Awwwwkward.
Greyson: Miss Jon in triple threat action, and that’s coming up NEXT.
An out of breath Desmond Drake scurries as fast as his stubby legs can carry him. Finally he’s reached the parking garage, a very dangerous place for him considering what happened the last time he set foot in this area. Luckily he won’t run into Selena Frost and find himself locked in the trunk of a car yet again. It appears that he will successfully escape the arena on this occasion and with Selena’s Queen of Wrestling Title in hand. How can we be so sure he’ll get out of the building unscathed, because he has a little assistance this time, unexpected assistance but assistance nevertheless. Stood just outside of a car with the engine running is Monarchy founder, Trinity Street. She stands behind the door that she has opened leading into the backseat of the car.
Trinity: I took the liberty of having a car brought up for you.
Drake clearly doesn’t know what to think of this act of charity, considering he’s never had any interaction with Trinity before now. He tentatively steps towards the car looking ever so cautious the closer he gets to the dangerously unpredictable wrestling legend.
Drake: Why?
Trinity: Am I helping you?
Drake: Yeah?
Trinity: Don’t look a gift-horse in the mouth, Mr. Drake.
He doesn’t have to be told twice. Into the backseat he dives and Trinity takes the liberty of shutting the car door behind him. After she gives the roof a few slaps the car goes speeding out of the parking lot. The camera turns from the disappearing taillights to the smile on Trinity’s face, proud that she just aided Drake’s escape with Selena Frost’s Queen of Wrestling Championship.
MISS JON VS. KATELYN BUEHLER VS. ???
Hearts start to beat all the quicker when the ultra-violent Miss Jon emerges from the back. Her theme is pounding over the speakers while the intimidating creature descends the ramp. Stood in the giant shadow that she casts is Martin Howe III, an agent who proves just as cunning as his client proves dangerous. The pair proceed to the squared circle where Miss Jon will have her hands full with the World Champion.
Frankie: I knew there was a reason my stomach was churning.
Greyson: Still not the biggest fan of Miss Jon?
Frankie: Not a fan AT ALL. Actually, I’d rather stick my face in a FAN than support Miss Jon.
Greyson: I hope you’re talking about a DESK fan, and not a fan, as in the ones we have in attendance tonight.
Frankie: You know exactly what I meant. Anyway, I’m not big on Miss Jon. Not even after she knocked Karen McBride’s head off two weeks ago.
Sparkles: But she’s been on her best behavior since then.
Greyson: It remains to be seen rather that will have any type of effect on this match she’s scheduled to compete in. A match with some pretty big ramifications.
Sparkles: As advertised all over the IWC website, there’s scheduled to be a series of triple threat encounters over the next couple weeks previewing the huge triple threat World Title match at Last Stand. And of course all three of these preview bouts will feature the trio of talents set to collide for the World Title live on pay-per-view.
Frankie: Mika Kozlov was successful two weeks ago, tonight Katelyn Buehler gets her shot to show her stuff, and then on our next show Tay-Tay steps up to the plate.
Sparkles: If Miss Jon has her way Katelyn Buehler may not make it to that World Title defense at Last Stand.
Frankie: Oh yeah baby, cause Miss Jon has been chomping at the bit to get another crack at Katelyn since their last run in.
Greyson: That’s part of the reason that Miss Jon has apparently been on her best behavior. She and her agent have been adamant about getting a fair one on one World Title match against Katelyn, and their making every effort to ingratiate themselves to the Principle Owner so that they earn it.
Miss Jon has set herself up in the corner of the ring, back to the turnbuckle and steely gaze locked on the entry way. Just then the tunes of ‘Not Afraid’ by Eminem start to play over the PA system. Through the curtains strides yet another in a cavalcade of rarely seen and often unspoken about IWC ‘talents.’ Rich Anderson, part of the almost universally forgotten ‘Underdogs’ tag team comes along to the stage and the crowd goes absolutely mild.
Greyson: Rich Anderson getting a massive opportunity tonight. This match WAS scheduled to feature Queen of Wrestling Champion Selena Frost, but those plans changed when Selena ran afoul of Desmond Drake and his associate Chainz earlier tonight
Sparkles: So Mr. Anderson, Sparkles is going to keep doing that by the way….
Greyson: Oh joy, because Matrix references aren’t out dated enough.
Sparkles: Anyway, Mr. Anderson was cherry picked to take Selena’s spot, and time will tell if this is a career boost or a career killer for him.
Frankie: I’m leaning towards the latter.
Once at ringside Anderson comes to a halt, refusing to move into the same squared circle where the beast Miss Jon is waiting for him.
Frankie: Smart move.
Someone who will presumably have no problem entering that ring even with Miss Jon hungry for violence is the lady who is presently ushered to the stage. Amidst a loud uproar and to the entrance tracks of ‘Satisfied,’ Katelyn Buehler comes walking…not limping….to the stage. Unlike two weeks earlier Katelyn’s ankle is no longer wrapped in ace bandaging, and the shoulder that had been bound in a sling now hangs freely at her side. There is no indication of the pre-existing injuries that caused her so much grief on the last Riot. There are no signs of injuries, just as there are no signs of emotion.
Frankie: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Katelyn Buehler has to be the World Champion of Stupidity if she’s coming out here to wrestle injur…..uhhhh, wait, time out, what gives? Why doesn’t Kate look as bad as she did earlier tonight?
Greyson: This IS strange to say the least. Two weeks ago Katelyn could barely walk or raise an arm due to injuries she sustained back at our 2015 End of the Year Special, and yet here tonight she looks perfectly healthy.
Sparkles: Better than healthy actually, she looks like she’s at 110%.
Frankie: Maybe she took one too many ‘red ones.’ That was a Jessica Jones refere….
Greyson: I’ve seen the show.
Sparkles: Whatever Katelyn’s trick is it seems that she’s coming into tonight not only READY but RARING to get it on!
Frankie: Hard to tell if she’s ‘raring’ or not. I’ve seen more emotion out of a toaster oven.
Greyson: Another peculiarity I noticed as well.
No doubt things are only going to get stranger as this match goes on. Once Katelyn has entered the squared circle she hands her World Title over to the referee. The second she relinquishes the title she has to clinch her fists and ready them for the brute baring down upon her. Miss Jon comes stomping along in her direction, chest heaving and breaths shooting from her snarled nostrils.
Howe: No! Not yet! The bell hasn’t rung yet!
Screeches Howe as he jumps around at ringside, getting his client’s attention. Miss Jon stops a few feet removed from Katelyn, and although she is so close to putting her hands on the champion she instead keeps those very same hands lowered to her hips. Instead of attacking her prey the ultimate predator starts to back away. The bell rings and Katelyn isn’t backing down from anyone. There remains no traces of her injuries as she launches her forearm right upside Miss Jon’s jaw.
Greyson: Miss Jon backed off from Katelyn but our champion isn’t holding back AT ALL.
Frankie: Taking a fight to Miss Jon? Katelyn’s head has to be as hollow as a vault on a Geraldo special.
Forearm after forearm after forearm cracks Miss Jon to her jaw, threatening to fracture it. She finally turns away from her opponent and goes racing towards the far ropes to build momentum behind her next move. Momentum is built, but it’s not her move that connects. Rich Anderson was biding his time and picking his spot wisely. He catches an unsuspecting Katelyn with a clothesline that sends her flying down to the ring. Anderson then steps past the laid out Champion and into a big boot that smacks an already disorientated Miss Jon in her jaw.
Sparkles: Sparkles completely forgot that Rich Anderson was even in there.
Frankie: Forgetting Rich Anderson is a good thing.
Anderson follows the big boot with a bigger chop across Miss Jon’s chest. He then smacks her across the cheek with a punch, proceeded by another and another. He’s got Miss Jon on her heels but not going down. So Anderson gets a running start behind his next blow, taking off into the far ropes to build momentum behind another strike, hopefully of the knock out variety. Something is knocked out alright, Anderson’s teeth when he runs straight into a thrust kick by the World Champion. Katelyn’s boot slams across Anderson’s bicuspids and the pain shoots all the way down into his legs, cutting them out from under him.
Greyson: Payback by Buehler!
Sparkles: Remember guys, this is supposed to be HER showcase. This match is designed to show off what she’ll be bringing into that big triple threat World Title match at Last Stand against Mika Kozlov and Taylor Chase.
This match isn’t Katelyn’s showcase, it’s her battle for survival. Right now she’s thriving as she pulls Anderson up from the ring and into a punch across his chin. Anderson returns fire, cracking the Champion upside the cheek. The two keep on going at it until their fight is interrupted by a stereo clothesline. Miss Jon’s huge biceps simultaneously crush the throats of Anderson and Katelyn, toppling them both in one fluid movement.
Greyson: You never can forget Miss Jon.
Sparkles: She’s not going to take very many chances in this match. Count on that. The last time she was in a triple threat she ended up losing and missed out on the chance to become Evolution Champion in the process. That’s not about to happen again.
Surprisingly Miss Jon is slightly less unhinged than one would anticipate and is attacking this match with some actual strategy. She pulls Katelyn and Anderson to their feet while griping the back of their skulls before ultimately slamming their faces together. The headbutts have the Champion and her opponent stumbling around but not going down. Miss Jon will change that when she delivers another stereo clothesline, only this time both of her arms find themselves flying past the heads of both of her opponents. Anderson and Katelyn duck then work in consortium to leave their feet and unleash stereo dropkicks. Miss Jon’s chest is nearly caved in by the blows of her adversaries.
Sparkles: Anderson and Katelyn finding it a necessity to work together in order to survive this encounter.
Miss Jon falls back after the double dropkick, hitting the ropes and almost flipping over them. Anderson climbs onto the ring apron behind Miss Jon and then runs across it straight into a version of an enzugari. He swings his leg over the top rope and smacks his target in the back of her skull. The blow sends Miss Jon staggering forward into another thrust kick unleashed by Katelyn. The shot sends Miss Jon spiraling around right into the very ropes that Anderson is standing on the opposite side of. He reaches out, grabs Jon by the back of the head and then leaps from the apron, snagging her throat on the top rope.
Miss Jon’s head snaps back off the cable and now she goes twisting around towards Katelyn and walking right into the thrust kick yet again. Katelyn unleashes another kick and this time it doesn’t catch Miss Jon, it’s caught BY Miss Jon. She shakes off all the strikes she was just hit with and uses her lightning fast reflexes to catch Katelyn’s boot. She shoves Katelyn’s leg aside, sends the World Champion twisting around and then once their facing each other again she snags hold of the back of her head. Before Katelyn can stop her forward momentum she is launched towards the ropes, her shoulder flying through the cables and smacking right into the gut of Anderson. He is sent flying off the ring apron, twisting in mid-air and ultimately smacking ribs first against the ringside barricade.
After hitting Anderson the ricochet sends Katelyn staggering back towards Miss Jon. The beast grabs her by the wrist and launches her off into the far ropes. An unfortunate Katelyn finds herself hurdling back towards Miss Jon’s bicep, a clothesline about to take her head off. Just before her throat is crushed Katelyn ducks down and parlays her momentum into a suicide dive. She hurdles herself through the ropes and into an almost fatal impact with Anderson at ringside. The collision sends Anderson to the floor, and Katelyn is falling down right beside her.
Greyson: Now Katelyn DIVING out of the ring too? How is she managing to pull any of this off while showing no ill-effects from her previous injuries?
Sparkles: Sparkles guesses that Katelyn’s agent Dan Douglas was right all along about the power of the mind to control pain.
Right now Katelyn’s not in pain, she’s dishing some of it out. She kneels beside a laid out Anderson and busts his brow with punch after punch after punch. The blows don’t stop until Katelyn’s EARS are grabbed and employed by her far more dangerous opponent, Miss Jon, to drag her up to her feet. Katelyn is then spun around and whipped by the wrist straight into the ring post. Katelyn bounces off the steel and goes twisting to the floor.
Miss Jon has sent one adversary down the hard way, and her other opponent isn’t about to fair any better. Anderson is dragged from the floor into an Irish Whip that sends him flying into the steel ring steps. The dominance displayed by Miss Jon continues when she snatches up Katelyn and gorilla presses her back into the ring. Once inside the World Champion is channeling all she’s got left into her knuckles. She throws some punches through the ropes and into the face of Miss Jon, who is still kneeling on the apron. Eventually the closed fists manage to knock Miss Jon from the apron to the floor.
No sooner does this silverback fall away from one set of punches before she finds herself the victim of another barrage. Anderson leaps across the ringside mats and rams his fist down Miss Jon’s mouth. He pulls back his knuckles for another punch but it will never connect. Miss Jon hits a Mongolian chop across Anderson’s shoulders, dropping him to the floor. She then looks back towards the ring that Katelyn is leaping out of. She flies over the top rope into a crossbody, successfully connecting with her target Miss Jon. Yes, she hits Miss Jon, but she does NOT take her down.
Miss Jon keeps her footing, sustains Katelyn’s weight and then hits her with a scoop slam right across the floor. The mats provide absolutely no cushioning for Katelyn’s back. The ring apron has no padding either, which Anderson is about to find out. He’s back on his feet and his face is sent hurdling into the hardest section of the squared circle. Anderson goes flying to the floor and Miss Jon’s fist goes flying into the face of another of her victims.
Katelyn has stood back up only to be sent right back down when Miss Jon’s fist crushes her cheek. The strike unleashed by her opponent has Katelyn on all fours, crawling towards the ring.
Greyson: Rather Miss Jon is holding back or not she remains one of the most dominate forces in professional wrestling.
Sparkles: She’s a one woman wrecking crew. And rather you’re an up and comer like Anderson or a World Champion like Katelyn, it doesn’t matter, you still stand no chance.
The indestructible Miss Jon has her sights set on Katelyn and Katelyn alone. Their previous encounter is still weighing on Miss Jon’s mind as she drags her adversary into the ring, lays her out and then prepares to squash her via a big splash. Miss Jon goes hurdling into the ring that Katelyn WAS lying across. The World Champion rolls out of the way and with a force of a meteorite hurdling into the earth, Miss Jon crashes into the ring. The impact knocks the air out of her lungs and leaves her susceptible to the impact of the basement dropkick Katelyn just unleashed. The shot sends Miss Jon rolling to the middle of the ring where she is desperately trying to regroup. That becomes impossible when Katelyn’s fists go raining down across her temples and her cheeks. Everything is put into the blows unleashed by Katelyn, who is determined to keep her biggest threat down to a knee.
Unfortunately Katelyn is so damned focused on Miss Jon that she’s completely forgotten that Anderson is part of this match. He slides in beside Katelyn and catches her off guard with a step up enzugari to the back of her head. Once Katelyn is sent spiraling to the canvas, Anderson pops back to his feet and then lobs his knee into the face of another unsuspecting adversary. He crushes Miss Jon in the temple, hitting her with enough force to nearly knock her over.
Anderson then gets a running start behind another knee that smacks his target to the cheek, though the shot still isn’t enough to topple his target. So Anderson changes his strategy, taking Miss Jon by the neck and signaling for the DDT. That move never connects because Katelyn has one of her own in store and it directly conflicts with Anderson’s. She flies over the kneeling body of Miss Jon and connects with a Lou Thez Press that sends Anderson collapsing to the canvas. Katelyn comes down on top of him pummeling her forehead with punch after punch after punch.
For the second time in this match Katelyn’s jabs are stopped when Miss Jon intervenes. She swoops in from behind her adversary and attempts to latch her hands onto her prey’s ears. This time Katelyn doesn’t let herself fall victim to the deranged ambitions of her opponent. She slides back and through Miss Jon’s legs before standing up behind her. Miss Jon swings around to go after Katelyn, but she’s well out of reach, in fact, the Champion is completely outside of the ring.
Miss Jon is still reaching for her though, stopping at the ropes and extending her arms over them. She keeps grabbing at Katelyn but fails to realize that another of her opponents was in her reach. Anderson comes racing in behind Miss Jon and leaps right over her back, catching her around the neck in the process. He falls onto the apron and yanks Miss Jon’s throat down into the top rope in the process. Her head snaps back and the whiplash sends a surprised Miss Jon stumbling back to the middle of the squared circle.
Greyson: So much ping ponging back and forth in this match that it’s almost impossible for one athlete to get the better of another.
Sparkles: Sparkles wonders if this is how the Triple Threat for the World Title will be at Last Stand.
Greyson: Who knows? The only thing that is clear, judging from THIS match, is that Katelyn will be going into that title defense against Taylor Chase and Mika Kozlov a lot healthier than we thought she’d be.
Frankie: Not if Miss Jon lands many more blows on her.
Right now the only one unleashing any type of strike is Rich Anderson, who goes charging towards a staggering Miss Jon. He takes her around the neck and prepares to unleash the downward spiral, on the cusp of concluding this bout. He doesn’t drop back, he’s THROWN back. Miss Jon puts her hands to Anderson’s ribs and gives him a shove, sending him flying across the ring. It looked like he was hurdling towards the ropes, but in actuality he was flying straight into the KTFO. Katelyn returns to the ring just in time to deliver the roaring elbow. The point of the Champion’s elbow smashes Anderson straight in the lips.
Greyson: KTFO totally catching Anderson off guard!
That’s not the last shot that will surprise Anderson, because he goes whipping around after being hit with the KTFO and staggers into the Eat It, Barbie. Miss Jon’s spinning back fist crushes what’s left of Anderson’s face and sends his braindead body collapsing to the canvas.
Sparkles: As if the KTFO wasn’t bad enough, it’s followed by Eat It, Barbie.
Frankie: He’s gonna need some serious reconstructive surgery after all of that.
Anderson will need more than just the help of a plastic surgeon after this bout. Katelyn may be in need of help too, because Miss Jon is barreling towards her with every intent of crushing every muscle in the World Champion’s body. It becomes clear that the only one who is going to help Katelyn, is herself. She drops down and low bridges the top rope, causing Miss Jon to trip over the champion’s body then fly over the cables. Ultimately she lands at ringside across her feet. She is totally unaware what’s happening in the ring behind her, where Katelyn is in the process of pinning Anderson.
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Miss Jon hurries back into the ring, but she didn’t hurry fast enough to break up the pinfall.
Greyson: Katelyn getting some momentum swinging back in her favor as she heads into the triple threat at Last Stand.
Sparkles: She just scored the win here tonight.
Frankie: Mostly because Miss Jon doesn’t believe in cardio. She couldn’t get back into the ring in time to break up the count by breaking Katelyn.
After the fierce altercation between all three of these athletes it takes some time for them to regroup. Ultimately it’s Miss Jon who is first to start moving and much to the surprise of everyone in the arena, primarily Katelyn, the monstrous woman has a hand extended to the World Champion. Her palm opens and she actually looks for a post-match handshake.
Frankie: Okay, this has just gone way beyond creepy.
Greyson: Miss Jon is asking for a….for a…..for a handshake?
Sparkles: Katelyn, much like the rest of us, don’t know what to make of this.
Frankie: Can’t she go back to pointlessly maiming people? That was a lot less scary.
For the second time tonight Martin Howe III might need some help picking his jaw up off the ground as he watches his client do the HONORABLE thing. Katelyn looks down into the hand that has been offered to her, but it will not get a shake. Trust does not come easy for the World Champion, especially when it’s being requested by a beast who has been bent on her destruction during their multiple past encounters. Instead of shaking Miss Jon’s hand, Katelyn backs away from it. She rolls to the outside and takes a gamble in turning her back on something as unstable as the woman in the ring.
Watson: So has your client got the message yet?
Cameras jump from the ring where Katelyn Buehler just put on a grueling performance, to the guerilla position backstage where her agent is facing a battle of his own. Dan Douglas stands opposed to three individuals who could indiscriminately remove his head from his shoulders via a single well placed kick. Kat Kelly and Lexy Chapel stand in the background with shoulders weighed down by multiple championships while Ryan Watson is front and center. He serves as the mouthpiece for Monarchy, and all of their words are directed at Douglas.
Watson: See, there’s only one way this night ends and it’s with Monarchy’s own Taylor Chase standing over the body of the Principle Owner. We laid the ground work earlier tonight, taking out Karen’s security and those on this roster foolish enough to be loyal to her. We made sure it’s going to be one on one between Tay and Karen. All that hard work won’t be undone by your girl, Katelyn. She had better not even THINK about going out to that ring and trying to muck things up. Understood?
Douglas knows anything he has to say would just upset Monarchy, so he opts wisely to keep his mouth shut.
Watson: Keep your client on a tight leash. Cause she wouldn’t recover from what Tay would do to her this time.
A slap is given to Douglas’ cheek as Watson walks past him. Kat Kelly follows her associate down the hall and it looks like Lexy Chapel is about to do the same. Only she doesn’t, instead Lexy pauses for a moment and opts instead to offer a few final comments to Douglas.
Lexy: A ‘thank you’ would be nice.
Douglas: Huh?
Lexy: Thank me.
Douglas: For what?
Lexy: Doing what the chromosomes your client inherited from her parents didn’t, by showing her some mercy.
Douglas: What are you talking about?
Lexy: I’m talking about the fact that I own TWO victories over Katelyn, and if I really wanted to, I could have THREE. But I’m not the type who has to rub in their superiority.
Douglas: (Sarcastically) Thank goodness.
Lexy: Listen you shaven ape, any time I want I could walk down that ramp, get in the ring with your client and give her a special invitation to the Superkick Soiree, but I don’t for one reason. Because there’s nothing in it for me. That’ll change in four weeks though. If by some divine intervention Trailer Park Kate manages to retain her World Title against Taylor at Last Stand, then she has ME to look forward to at Invictus. You’re looking at the best fucking athlete to ever enter the Rumble, and the one who’s going to win it all.
It isn’t until she’s said her peace that Lexy finally follows her Monarchy associates out of the camera shot. Douglas turns in the direction she just walked off in, but he’s not watching her, he’s watching the talisman that hangs from his hand.
Douglas: Good luck.
There continues to be a great deal of stress exhibited by Melanie McBride as she walks from one end of her sister’s office to the other. All the while a phone is pressed to her ear, hoping beyond hope that she hears Karen’s voice, and this time it won’t just be the Principle Owner’s answering machine. Unfortunately Melanie has no such luck.
Melanie: Kar-Bear (talking to the machine) it’s Mel again. Listen, you need to get here already. Monarchy are ruining everything, and it’s not going to stop until you show up and put Taylor Chase in her place.
The distress exhibited by Melanie is only getting worse and worse the longer her phone calls go unanswered.
Greyson: Melanie McBride still unable to reach her sister Karen.
Sparkles: Where is the boss?
Greyson: If you’re to believe the rumors, she’s been off handling contract negotiations.
Frankie: Oh please. She’s hiding from Tay-Tay, you and I both know it.
Sparkles: Frankie could be right.
Greyson: He isn’t. Will Karen get here tonight in time to answer Tay’s challenge?
Frankie: For the sake of her roster she had better get here ASAP!
Riot segues back from commercial break in the most jarring way imaginable. The tracks of ‘Boss’s Daughter’ by Pop Evil are streaming through the PA system, encouraging the fans to let loose with a frenzy of anger. An indifferent Taylor Chase steps through the curtains and to the stage, instantly throwing her palm up to the fans as if to let them know where to direct their comments. After telling the fans to ‘talk to the hand’ Tay makes her way down the ramp and to the ring where only HER voice will be heard.
Sparkles: We’ve come to it.
Greyson: The moment we’ve been building into all night is here. Taylor Chase coming down the ramp to challenge the Principle Owner to a fight.
Frankie: Somebody pop some popcorn and grab me a beer, cause I’m putting my feet up and enjoying the highlight of the night. Two weeks ago Karen McBride stepped in it big time, and now she’s gonna find out there are consequences for her ignorance.
Greyson: Her ignorance? She did the right thing, Frankie, by having Monarchy escorted from the locker-room two weeks ago after they attempted to take it over at the expense of the rest of the roster.
Frankie: No, what Karen did was have her security and her favorites violate Monarchy.
Sparkles: Security paid the price for it, and now the same fate is about to be suffered by their commander and chief.
Tay-Tay doesn’t immediately enter the ring, instead she circles it and keeps peaking beneath. At last she finds what she was looking for, a mop and a bucket. Both objects are tossed into the ring and it won’t be the last item procured by the former three time World Champion. A microphone is the last object Tay secures on her way into the squared circle.
Taylor: Who says I’m not a thoughtful person?
About 99.5% of the crowd.
Taylor: I’m doing a HUUUGE fan-service for you ungrateful people. I’m out here right now to put the most corrupt owner in wrestling history in her place. Actually, her place should be as the headline act at a circus freak-show, but let’s not get off point. We’re talking about ME, and the selfless humanitarian aid I’m providing to the whole world.
Greyson: Ooooh Gooood, Tay a humanitarian?
Frankie: What’s so inconceivable about that?
Taylor: I’m basically Mother Teresa, without all that ugly. I do so much for all those with so little. I’d even adopt a third world baby if I could find one who matches my purse. But my latest display of humanitarianism will be holding a warlord, a despot, a tyrant accountable for everything she’s done. Karen McBride has used her position of power to try and deprive you fans of your beloved Monarchy. She’s threatened to remove me from my World Title match at Last Stand and she’s had her troops attack my friends and I over and over again. She’s a poison pill, she’s cyanide for this industry, but I’m the sodium nitrate.
Frankie: AMEN!
Greyson: We’re not in church Frankie.
Frankie: We should be, because Tay is preaching baby, she’s PREACHING!
Taylor: Now I realize that Karen is horrified at the thought of fighting me. Who in their right mind wouldn’t be? So in another act of charity, I’ve taken it upon myself to help out the janitorial staff. (Lifts mop and bucket) I’ve brought these into the ring so that the custodians can clean up the piss that will puddle beneath Karen’s body when she finds herself standing mono-a-mono with the First Lady of Professional Wrestling.
Frankie: Awwww….
Taylor: Plus, the mop might come in handy cleaning up, you know, all those other fluids that are gonna come oozing out of Karen’s body when MY knee collides with HER face.
The mop and bucket are tossed to the ground.
Taylor: Oh, and if anyone tries to stop that from happening, they’ll get the exact same treatment that McBride is about to get. You hear that (points up the ramp) Pasty Katie? I know you’ve been itching to get some payback on me for breaking your arm back at the End of the Year Special. And Mika….my darling-darling baby sister, tonight’s not the night for a family reunion. I mean suuure, you COULD come out here and you COULD try to get the drop on me while I’m all by myself, and I’m busy dealing with McBride, but I promise you that if….
’American Dreamgirl’ starts to play over the loud speakers, getting the fans truly hyped. Everyone, everybody, each fan in attendance and watching abroad open up with a flood of emotions at the sight of Karen McBride making her way through the curtains and to the stage.
Greyson: The Principle Owner IS here!
Sparkles: Sparkles didn’t think she was in the building.
Frankie: It’s about damn time she stopped hiding and letting others take the bullet for her.
Greyson: Since becoming Principle Owner, Karen has definitely had her problems with Monarchy, and it’s all coming to a heading right here and now.
Much to Tay’s rage, Karen shows no fear as she makes her way into the ring. The Principle Owner doesn’t shy away from the former three time World Champion. Actually she gets straight up and straight into Tay’s grill, the two going face to face.
Karen: (Sarcastically) Can’t we just get along?
Tay throws her arms up in the air and backs away from the smile on Karen’s face.
Karen: No, I didn’t think so. Seems we’re constantly butting heads. Even all the way back during my first run as Principle Owner, over a YEAR ago, you were constantly coming out here making yourself sound like you were being persecuted and mistreated. You would whine and bitch, bitch and whine, whine and bitch about how the whole world, myself especially, were out to get you. Now here we are AGAIN, you’re bitching, you’re whining, and you’re threatening me….
Taylor: Is there a point somewhere in all your babble?
Karen: But this isn’t like before, is it? Yeah, you want to get your hands around my neck, but this really isn’t about me. If it had been, you would have made sure I was in the building before you made your challenge. No, this isn’t about the two of us, this is about you and Katelyn, this is about you and Mika. I know what game you’re playing Tay. You’re trying to lure your opponents at Last Stand into this ring so they’ll wipe each other out. You’re challenge to me is nothing more than a smokescreen.
Taylor: Alright, fine, YAAATZHEE, you got me, you sunk my battleship…But now that I DO have you in this ring, it’s time I do to you what I should have done a year ago. It’s time that Tay made you pay.
Karen: Oh I didn’t come out here thinking the two of us were just going to have a civil conversation. I know you weren’t going to let me just call you out on all your bullshit. That’s why I’m prepared….
Taylor: You had better be.
Karen:….to make a statement.
Taylor: A statement? It had better be that Tay-Tay is getting a whole WING dedicated to me in the Hall of Fame.
Karen: After tonight, if you, or any other member of Monarchy lays a finger on my staff again then your whole group will be SUSPENDED.
Taylor: You think…..
Karen: I’m not finished. Furthermore, after your actions tonight, I’m fining you, I’m fining you and every other Monarchy member $25,000 apiece for putting your hands on members of the security force.
Taylor: Are you through? Cause I’ll tell you, 25 grand? That’s a drop in the bucket. And suspensions? That doesn’t worry me one bit. Want to know why? I’ll tell you why. The second you send me home, is the second that the ratings for this show PLUMMET. And then who’ll be to blame? Who will the shareholders point the finger at when the IWC stock tanks? YOU. It’ll be your head on the chopping block. And it’ll be me they’re throwing truckloads of cash at to lure back. So it’s win-win for me.
Karen: Believe it or not, this show could go on without you.
Taylor: Are you on crack?
Mika: No-no-no…..I couldn’t live in a world without my sestra.
As if things couldn’t get any more tense. Here comes Mika Kozlov, here comes Borislav, and here comes….Andre Jordan? The former Evolution Champion finds himself unwillingly being coerced towards the ring via the chain that extends from his neck to Mika’s palm. She pulls her bound and gagged ‘lover’ along towards the squared circle. Try as he may Dre cannot break free from Kozlov’s clutches and even if he could, Borislav is stood right behind him waiting to keep him in check.
Greyson: Tay-Tay is about to get what she wanted. Here comes her sister, one of the women she’ll be facing at Last Stand in a triple threat for the World Championship.
Sparkles: Things aren’t looking good for Tay right now, she’s got Mika AND Karen to contend with.
Frankie: Don’t be a nutsack, this is all part of Tay’s master plan.
Greyson: And hold up guys, what is Andre Jordan doing with Mika and Borislav? We had heard he was missing since the last Riot….
Sparkles: Now we find out why. It looks like he’s Mika’s captive.
Greyson: She HAS confessed to being smitten with Andre in the past.
Frankie: This is the ultimate affirmation of love if you ask me.
Greyson: What? Kidnapping?
Frankie: Yup.
Once at ringside the captive Andre finds the chain wrapped around his neck now being tied to the ring-post. He attempts to break free but is having no such luck. Borislav is right there at his side, hands on Dre’s shoulders. Only Mika enters the ring with Karen and Tay anticipating anything that she might throw at them.
Mika: As much as I want to see Karen get a spanking, I just couldn’t stand back and hold my tongue no more.
Tay folds her arms across her chest and cranes her head to the side, looking very impatient with her sister and lifelong rival.
Mika: Now I know our problems (gestures between herself and Tay-Tay) go back much-much longer than a year. Which shhhhoooould give you no reason to trust me.
Taylor: To be fair, you only stabbed me in the back what, four, five, six hundred times?
Mika: Yeah, but that was the old, immature Mika. I’ve had some time to grow up, to EVOLVE. And in my evolution, in my growth, I’ve come to realize just how valuable family really is.
Taylor: Oh God (rubs her temple), please don’t….
Mika: There is a reason I saved you two weeks ago, sestra, when those security guards put their filthy hands all over you. It’s because I NEED my Tay-Tay. You….complete….ME.
Taylor: I don’t know how many times I’ve said this, and how many different ways I CAN say it. You’re CRAZY! (Her finger circles around her temple) Your eggs are scrambled.
Mika: Are they, konfetka? I’m not THAT crazy when you think about it. Consider the perks. If we have our family reunion, just think about what we would accomplish. We wouldn’t go into Last Stand as OPPONENTS, we would go in as PARTNERS.
The madness is actually starting to make sense for Tay-Tay.
Mika: You shouldn’t be trying to set me up, you should be EMBRACING me, you should be EMBRACING a family reunion. Because the two of us together, guarantees that one of us walk out of Last Stand as the World Champion.
Tay-Tay loves the sounds of that.
Mika: Katelyn wouldn’t stand a chance if we go into that triple threat at Last Stand UNITED. So what do you say, my sestra? Do we have ourselves a deal?
It’s an offer as tempting as a serpent presenting an apple to Eve. Tay contemplates a decision, one she knows she shouldn’t rush into.
Karen: As sweet as this is….
Karen McBride is not about to vanish into the background.
Karen: I’m afraid that….
Mika: You should be afraid. (Stepping closer and closer to the Principle Owner) I say that Tay-Tay and I cement our bond by breaking you into a crumpled heap.
Just when things look at their bleakest for Karen McBride, they only get bleaker. Three more figures slide into an already very crowded ring, and once inside they unleash CHAOS. Cindy Todd, Cassidy Haze and Serenity are all over everybody inside and outside of the squared circle. Cassidy instantly drops Karen McBride with a clothesline while Cindy removes Tay from her feet with an uppercut under the jaw. The only one who is spared any abuse is Mika Kozlov, who instead of being struck is shoved along back into the ropes by Serenity. Mika starts to fight back but finds her arms tied up between the top and middle ropes. Borislav slides in and makes the effort to protect his darling Mika only to find himself floored when Serenity springs from the middle rope behind him and connects with a roundhouse kick to the back of his head.
Greyson: Not New Eden! Anyone but New Eden!
Frankie: They just ignited the wick on a powder keg.
Sparkles: Sparkles will be the one to ask, why? What reason do they have to be out here attacking Taylor and Karen McBride?
Greyson: We know that Cindy is obsessed with Mika Kozlov, and that may be the only reason Mika is the lone survivor here.
The ropes remain tightly wrapped around Mika’s arms and keep her from joining in on any of the fun. She can only flail and thrash about as Cindy Todd’s hand reaches towards her face. The back of her fingers caress Mika’s cheek.
Cindy: Family IS important, Mika. New Eden, we’re a family (Cindy steps back and puts her arms over the shoulders of Cassidy and Serenity), and you should be a part of it.
Serenity: Stand at our side, sister.
Cassidy: You don’t need Tay-Tay, you need US.
Cindy: You WILL come back to me. That is (eyes drifting to ringside) if you want back what’s yours.
After giving a snap of her fingers, Cindy, Serenity and Cassidy leave the ring, though they won’t be walking away empty handed. Andre, who had remained tied to the ring-post with a chain throughout this whole altercation, now finds himself New Eden’s focal point.
Greyson: Now I’LL be the one who asks, why are these three going after Andre?
The chain that WAS tied to the post finds its way into Serenity’s hand. She gives it a tug and forces Dre to follow along.
Sparkles: Their leaving with Andre.
Frankie: That’s Mika’s property!
Andre’s bound hands make it impossible for him to get free from New Eden as they drag him up the ramp. There is only one member of this blood thirsty group who remains behind, Cindy. She turns around slowly to look back into the ring where Mika is desperately trying to free her arms.
Cindy: You want him back? You know where to find us.
The production crew SHOULD be use to running afoul of talent, but nothing can ever truly prepare them when they come face to face with men as dangerous as Aaron Harrison. At the moment he’s got three of the technicians stood outside of their production truck and backed into the side of it. He doesn’t speak up, he doesn’t need to, he doesn’t shout, that’s not necessary, he doesn’t put a finger on any of the crew members, that’s not required. The sight of him alone is threatening enough to have urine trickling down the pants legs of those unfortunate enough to be singled out by Harrison.
Harrison: That tribute you guys put together for Rachel Tatum Lee….it’s cancelled.
The trio cornered by Harrison exchange tense stares.
Crew Member: It’s not OUR call, Mr. Harrison.
Crew Member #2: We were told to put together a video to honor Rachel, and we’ll be damned if that hard work is going to be for nothing.
Harrison: Is that so?
He gets a bit closer to the more outspoken and courageous crewman, who shrinks to the size of Wayne Szalinski.
Harrison: I’m afraid it will be for nothing, rather you play that footage or not. Because I have my own tribute in mind for Rachel, and it’s going to overshadow anything you heartlessly put together.
Harrison backs away from the three men who are in dire need of new underpants. The commentators react in the background.
Greyson: What the hell does that mean?
Sparkles: What’s Harrison got in mind to pay homage to his former leader, the woman who saved him, Rachel Tatum Lee?
Frankie: Guess we’ll be finding out in a minute when he accompanies Mya Denton to the ring for her match against God’s gift to professional wrestling, Lexy Chapel.
Greyson: Mya Denton, with Aaron Harrison in her corner, one on one with Lexy Chapel, NEXT.
Katelyn Buehler’s eyes are affixed on a certain point beyond the camera, but much like the walls that can be seen around the World Champion, it has to be a blank white piece of plaster. Katelyn’s gaze upon the wall will not be broken, not even to blink. There is no emotion seen in her eyes, in her expression, or in response to the argument that is going on between her friend Destiny Nichols and Dan Douglas. The two stand in front of the seated Buehler, bickering with one another like she’s not even in the room.
Destiny: Look at her (pointing at Katelyn). She looks like a zombie.
Douglas: Believe me, she’d look a lot worse if I hadn’t done what I did.
The talisman draped over the knuckles of one hand is stroked by his fingers.
Destiny: There’s got to be another way.
Douglas: There isn’t. If I hadn’t taken control, and I let her go out to that ring when Taylor challenged her, do you have any idea what would have happened? I’ll tell you what. We wouldn’t be having this conversation, we’d be too busy driving to whatever hospital Kate was carted off to. Mika, Tay, Monarchy, New Eden, she would have fallen prey to every single one of them. I stopped her from making the most crucial mistake of her life. You need to trust that by controlling her, I’m doing what’s best for her.
Destiny: I….I do trust you, it’s just….
Douglas: I’m glad you trust me, because I’m about to suggest that Katelyn do something that you might…..question. But it’s something that NEEDS to be done.
Destiny: Oh, well…..(biting her tongue)…I hope you know what you’re doing.
Serenity: Move your buns buster!
Insists Serenity as she gives a few kicks to Andre Jordan’s fanny. He continues to be forced into cooperation with his New Eden captors. His wrists are cuffed together, and if that weren’t enough to secure him, Serenity has hold of one of his arms while Cassidy Haze has hold of the other. They force him towards the open doors of a van that is parked backstage. From the driver’s door emerges Cindy Todd, stepping around the side of the vehicle and supervising the abduction of Andre Jordan.
Cindy: Be careful with him. When Mika comes to reclaim her Pudding, I do not want so much as a blemish on his flesh.
Cassidy: Yes, my Queen.
They may not have to wait very long for Mika to come looking for her man.
Mika: That’s MINE!
She shouts as her legs kick as fast as they can beneath her. She comes rushing through the parking garage in the hopes of catching up to New Eden and concluding this game of hot potat….no….hot Andre. She gets within range of the man she’s been stalking and brought to the arena in chains, but she fails to free him. Cindy swoops in like a cat pouncing on a mouse. Within seconds Mika finds herself trapped in a crossface chickenwing and her body being forced to the floor. Cindy isn’t trying to hurt Mika with this hold, she’s trying to keep her at bay.
Cindy: I wish this wasn’t necessary. I wish you would simply hear me out. But getting your attention hasn’t proven easy.
Mika: Give me back my toy!
Cindy: I will return him to you when you’ve come back to my side, when you’ve….ARGH!
A chair slams straight into Cindy’s kidneys. The shot is hit with so much force that it causes the submission she had locked in on Mika to be broken. Her body goes writhing to the floor, and she won’t be alone in her agony. Cassidy detaches from Andre’s side and goes after the person who just attacked her Queen. Sadly she runs afoul of a very similar chair shot as the one that just laid Cindy out, only this blow is delivered straight across Cassidy’s brow. There is now only one member of New Eden left standing, and it’s Serenity. She throws Andre towards the van and then throws her body towards the chair wielding vigilante. Mika interferes in Serenity’s attack though, jumping up from the ground and lashing out at her former friend. She hits a superkick straight under Serenity’s jaw, the blow sending her staggering back and falling inside of the van. After laying Serenity out, Mika turns to do the same to the very person who just saved her bacon, the one who blindsided New Eden with the chair. However, when she comes face to face with her savior, Mika pauses, eyes widening in surprise. Stood in front of her with steel chair in hand is her sister, Taylor Chase.
Taylor: Maybe a family reunion wouldn’t be such a bad idea after-all.
Tay winks at Mika while backing off.
A rather distressed Mark Comeau finds himself in unfamiliar territory. Instead of lurking backstage to get interviews, Comeau is stood under the spotlight smack dab in the center of the ring. Instead of addressing the wrestlers in the back, he’s using a microphone to amplify his words for the thousands and thousands of fans that surround him.
Comeau: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here tonight to confirm some very sad news. No doubt the vast majority of you witnessed what happened two weeks ago when IWC competitor Rachel Tatum Lee walked out on her scheduled NHB Title defense against challenger Kat Kelly. There’s been a lot of speculation since then concerning Mrs. Lee’s standing with the IWC. Well, I’ve been sent out here to inform you all that contract re-negotiations between Rachel and the IWC have indeed fallen apart, and she has opted not to continue her wrestling career.
Comeau is forced to give the crowd a moment to air their grief.
Comeau: The IWC has instructed me to wish Rachel the very best in her future endeavors and to thank her for her numerous contributions to this federation. At this time, I’d like everyone to please turn their focus to the Cartel-tron as we pay our proper respect to Rachel and all of her wrestling accomplishments.
Comeau gestures to the big screen, drawing everyone’s focus to it.
Greyson: This is truly a classy act if you ask me by the IWC, given the unprofessional conduct that Rachel displayed two weeks ago.
Frankie: I’m really going to miss that Bubble-Butt.
Sparkles: She was just not happy with the lack of upward mobility within the ranks of the IWC. The company just wasn’t giving her opportunities to progress any further up the ladder. It’s really sad it came down to this.
Greyson: Well how about we do as our broadcast colleague asked and watch this special video tribute dedicated to the former NHB Champion.
The commentators go quiet just as the footage on the Cartel-tron begins to play. The very first image that comes into view is still a shot of Rachel Tatum Lee kneeling in the middle of the ring and holding up her coveted NHB Championship. The words ‘Thank You, Rachel,’ are written across the screen beneath her. The picture fades and now the video transitions into a highlight reel of all that Rachel has accomplished….no…..wait, that’s what the video was SUPPOSED to transition into. Instead of seeing Rachel defending the NHB Title against a slew of athletes, we get something else entirely, the entrance video for Kat Kelly. The fans are absolutely vile in response to Kat Kelly’s arrival, as she and Lexy Chapel come walking through the curtains bedecked in multiple title belts. Of course the championship belt that is highlighted the most, is the NHB Title that is now in Kat’s possession and one she pauses on the stage to raise over her head.
Greyson: Oh what the hell is this now?
Sparkles: It looks to Sparkles like Kat Kelly and Lexy Chapel have taken exception to the airing of this video tribute to Rachel Tatum Lee.
Frankie: I could care less what their motives are, I’m just so thrilled to see them.
Greyson: We can tell by that tent that just got pinched in your pants.
Frankie: Down boy….wait for later.
Greyson: When last we saw Kat Kelly she was taking off with the NHB Title that Rachel left in the ring upon waking out on the IWC, and now it looks as if Kat is claiming that the belt is hers.
Frankie: She’s not claiming anything, that title DOES belong to her.
Once inside of the ring Kat stops holding up the NHB Title and starts holding up the microphone that she just ripped out of Comeau’s hand. That’s not the last of the abuse Comeau suffers because his body is now being thrown from the ring by Kat’s partner Lexy. There’s only one person who gets the spotlight and that’s Kat.
Kat: Why?
Kat shrugs her shoulders all the way up to her earlobes.
Kat: Seriously, why?
Kat holds up her palms in a ‘what the fuck’ gesture.
Kat: Why would this company….?
Kat stops in order to pinch and rub the flesh between her eyes.
Kat: I just don’t get the IWC. I don’t get why this company would be STUPID enough to pay any type of respect to the most unprofessional and classless wrestler to ever stuff her gigantic ass into a pair of wrestling tights. It makes me want to vomit….
The rest of her sentence is delayed as Kat’s cheeks puff out and she holds a palm to her closed lips. It’s up to Lexy to speak on Kat’s behalf.
Lexy: You guys will have to give Kat a minute, she’s throwing up in her mouth.
Kat: No-no, I’m good-I’m good.
Informs Kat as she takes her hand away from her mouth and puts it on her upset stomach.
Kat: That was a close one.
Lexy: Yeah, I tend to vomit when thinking about Rachel wearing spandex too.
Kat: It’s not that, though that is disgusting. No, it’s just the stupidity of the IWC that makes me ill. This fed is just so backwards. You don’t commend someone for walking out on you. No, what you do is make every move to erase any association you ever had with that person.
Lexy: This is the IWC sweety, they let a blue dinosaur wrestle here once.
Kat: Point taken. Well the IWC may have no idea how to run their federation, evident by the fact that they keep messing with Monarchy, but you and I, we both know what it takes to be successful.
The ladies pause to hold up their respective championships, Kat’s NHB Title, Lexy’s Evolution Title, and their shared Tag Team Titles.
Kat: Which is why I won’t allow MY NHB Championship to have any further association with a quitter! This belt (looks down at the NHB Title) will forever be linked with Rach….no, you know what, from this point henceforth, her name will never again be mentioned. Anyway, the NHB Title is synonymous with she who will not be named, and that has to change. So I’m taking it upon myself to rechristen the NHB Championship. I’m going to make this belt a symbol of Wicked Intent’s success. Meaning that in two weeks, I will come back to this ring and I will unveil a BRAND NEW title, one that will have NO connection to that disgrace that once held this championship.
Greyson: That’s taking things a little too far.
Frankie: Not far enough if you ask me.
Greyson: Rechristening that NHB Title would be a great disgrace to Rachel Tatum Lee. She spent two years defending that belt and doing everything in her power to put it on the map.
Frankie: Then it’s only fair that Kat would destroy that title and as thus burn away any association with ‘she who will not be named.’
Kat: Two weeks boys and girls, two weeks till the debut of a NEW and vastly improved title personally designed by yours truly…..
Harrison: I regret to inform you, Mrs. Kelly….
Rachel Tatum Lee’s former associates Aaron Harrison and Mya Denton rather rudely interrupt Wicked Intent’s spiel. The pair move to the stage and keep on moving, getting closer and closer to the ring.
Harrison:….that we’ll never get to see this fancy and no doubt excessively flashy new title belt that you plan on debuting.
Kat and Lexy begin to exchange whispers.
Kat: Why are these hobos interrupting us?
Lexy: Did you feed one of them? Because you know they’ll follow you home if you feed them.
Harrison: You won’t get a chance to redesign the NHB Title, because after tonight you’ll no longer have any claim over that championship.
Bold words and even bolder actions come from Harrison and Mya Denton. The duo enter the squared circle, facing off with the unconcerned Kat and a straight up annoyed Lexy.
Harrison: I’m alright with you interrupting that video tribute to Rachel, because if she still watches this program, I’m sure she’ll be far more moved by the way my associate and I choose to honor her.
There is concern building amidst the audience.
Harrison: Rachel started on a goal just before she announced her retirement from wrestling. She wanted to help Mya (Mya curtsies at Harrison’s side) unleash a part of herself that she’s been restraining for so long. Unfortunately, Rachel never got the opportunity to witness the fruits of her labors. That…is about….to change. Because as of right here, as of right now, Mya is no more. Say hello to her dark half. The side of her that is going to defeat you here tonight, Lexy.
Lexy is no longer annoyed, she’s amused.
Harrison: And help me take back the NHB Championship.
The micis tossed out of the ring as Harrison jumps at the NHB Title belt dangling from Kat’s hands. It isn’t as easy as Harrison thought it would be to get the belt out of Kat’s clutches. The two are in a tug of war over the championship, Kat and Harrison fighting over possession of the belt. Finally Lexy has seen enough of this, lashing out and slapping a superkick right upside Harrison’s temple. The kick not only removes his hands from the NHB Title but removes him from the ring as well.
Greyson: SUPERKICK!
Frankie: Serves Harrison right for putting his grubby hands on Kat’s title.
Sparkles: Kat has no right to be holding that title anyways, she never pinned Rachel to win it.
Frankie: Well Harrison had no right to try and take it from her.
The incredibly stiff superkick just unleashed on Harrison, has left him unconscious at ringside and has elicited a rather visceral reaction from his associate Mya Denton. She steps in behind Lexy, who was preoccupied shouting over the ropes at Harrison, and twists her around into a big knee across the ribs. Mya then delivers another knee that lands right across Lexy’s face. The strikes sends Lexy flying back through the ropes and to the outside of the ring. No sooner does Mya knock Lexy from the ring before she has to contend with Kat, who comes dashing across the ring and swinging the NHB Title. The belt goes right past a ducking Mya’s head. The momentum carries Kat into the ropes, her back hitting them and then her chest colliding with Mya’s dropkick. As a result of this blow Kat is sent spiraling through the ropes and then to the outside mats.
Greyson: Mya cleaning house after that superkick on Harrison!
Sparkles: And now it looks like Mya and Lexy are gonna go at it! Their starting their scheduled Evolution Title match right now.
Frankie: Get her Lexy!
MYA DENTON VS. LEXY CHAPEL:
EVOLUTION TITLE
Unfortunately for Lexy, she will not have the opportunity to get Mya, because she’s the one getting got. The moment that Lexy stands up outside of the ring she finds herself on the receiving end of a unique hurricarana variant. Mya leaps over the top rope, twists in mid-air, lands on Lexy’s shoulders and then sends her adversary flipping across the ringside mats. Mya hits the move and then quickly pops up to her feet then pops up to the apron. She runs across it and ultimately goes flipping from it into a cannonball senton that results in her back crushing into a rising Lexy. The collision knocks both athletes to the mats.
Greyson: Mya is just unleashing everything she’s got on Lexy.
Sparkles: This is not the way Lexy wanted to start her Evolution Title defense.
Greyson: Especially when she’s trying to go into the impending Last Stand Rumble as an imposing force.
Frankie: Lexy’s just using a time tested strategy here….
Greyson: Ummm, care to elaborate as to what that strategy is?
Frankie: Uh, of course, an ummm-uhhhh, time tested one, duh’.
Greyson: That didn’t answer the question at all.
It looks like any strategy that Lexy might have had coming into this match went straight out the window thanks to Mya’s opening salvo, one that continues once the champion is sent rolling into the ring. Lexy slowly gets to her feet only to be quickly knocked from them. The super quick Mya leaps to the apron then to the top rope before flying across the ring and hitting a springboard clothesline. Lexy is sent crashing to the canvas and desperately trying to squirm her way off of it. She struggles to her feet where her constantly running mouth is shut via a forearm unleashed by her opponent. The challenger then hits a spinning back fist that cracks Lexy upside the jaw.
Mya liked it so much the first time that she now goes back to the same well. She twists around into another spinning back fist only to realize that she went to that same well once too often. Lexy ducks the fist bound for her face and then embeds her shoulder to Mya’s ribs, pushing her across the ring and ramming her spine into the turnbuckle. Lexy backs off from her challenger after driving the air from her body. It takes a moment for Lexy to get her bearings before racing towards her adversary and running afoul of her boots. Mya manages to get her feet up and her heels into Lexy’s jaw. The strike sends the double champion staggering back.
Somehow Lexy stays on her feet, fights through that shot to the skull and then goes racing towards Mya again. Once more Mya puts her boots up in defense, however this time those boots are caught before they ever make impact with Lexy’s jaw. The Champion gives Mya’s legs a big yank, pulling her out of the corner and then into a devastating back-breaker across the knee.
Frankie: YES!
Greyson: Lexy making a major counter to turn this title defense back in her favor.
Frankie: I told you that everything that happened in this match was all part of Lexy’s strategy.
Greyson: That last move did not prove your point at all.
Sparkles: But it did really-really hurt Mya.
That back-breaker may have done far worse than simply hurt Mya. She’s in horrible shape as she crawls towards the corner and starts to instinctively use it to climb back to her feet. Lexy swoops in from behind though and then uses Mya’s positioning to her opponent’s disadvantage. She drapes Mya’s chest and legs across the middle rope and then springs from the cable beneath her. Ultimately Lexy comes down with both knees right across Mya’s back, the impact knocking her down from the ropes she had been draped across and to the canvas.
Greyson: That was devastating!
Frankie: And as unique as you would come to expect from our Evolution Champion.
The unorthodox offense unleashed by Lexy transitions into a more traditional, but every bit as damaging hold. She slips in behind the seated Mya and wraps legs around her waist, applying a body scissors. The strength of Lexy’s thighs are employed to squeeze all the fight out of her challenger. All Mya can do in response to this submission, is grimace. She tries her best to counter by driving the point of her elbow down into one of Lexy’s knees over and over and over again. At last it seems to be effecting the strength of Lexy’s submission. In response the champion breaks her hold and while lying on her side starts to kick and kick and kick at the back of Mya’s head. She keeps kicking until her challenger has stopped fighting. Lexy then utilizes the position of her body to force Mya over into the crucifix pin.
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Shockingly Mya pops her shoulder up from the canvas and keeps her Evolution Title ambitions alive. Mya rolls over backwards and ends up on her feet only to have her back end up rammed into the turnbuckle. Lexy rushes towards her challenger, drives a shoulder into Mya’s mid-section and powers her spine first into the corner. Once again all of the air is knocked right out of Mya, causing her to buckle at the knees. Only the top rope that her arms are draped over manage to keep her upright. She looks like she’s prime for the pickings and Lexy’s about to pluck the freshest fruit.
Lexy puts a shoulder to Mya’s ribs and elevates her opponent up onto the top rope. The Champion moves as fast as she can to continue cementing her advantage. She climbs the corner, places Mya in the front chancery and then to the dismay of her opponent and the audience alike hits the superplex. Mya’s body is pulled all the way from the top and all the way down to the center of the ring. The impact reverberates through the canvas and through Mya’s shattered body. Immediately after hitting the superplex Lexy floats over into the lateral press.
Frankie: Here we go, another successful title defense for Lexy.
Greyson: Put that confetti back in your pocket.
Frankie: Alright, but I’m not putting away my kazoo. It’s celebration time baby!
The referee slaps the canvas to ensure that Mya’s title shot comes to an end.
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A shocked Lexy feels her opponent’s arm shooting out from under her, kicking out a moment before the three count could be finalized. Lexy looks infuriated with the speed of the referee’s count and tries to teach him how to do it properly, showing him the correct cadence. She then gives another lesson, one in the art of pain, and Mya will be her student. Lexy slips in behind Mya, wraps legs around her adversary’s waist, and places her in yet another body vice.
Lexy squeezes Mya’s ribs like they were a nut in the jaws of a nut-cracker. The pain is just too much for the challenger, who is lifting her hand into the air looking ready to submit. Suddenly, just when things look their bleakest, Mya is given renewed hope and reinvigorated strength upon seeing Harrison recovered and screaming at her from ringside.
Harrison: Let it out! Let it FREE!
The ‘it’ Harrison is referring to is that personality, that much darker and far more depraved personality that Mya has kept chained inside of her. The shackles are broken and Mya’s whole disposition changes. She finds strength from parts of herself she never knew existed. That power from within allows her to slip her arms between Lexy’s legs and force them away from the ribs they were crushing. Lexy tries to keep the pressure applied but it’s all for nothing, Mya forces her way free from the punishing predicament.
Greyson: Mya breaking free and keeping this match going.
Sparkles: Lexy getting a much bigger challenge from Mya than she thought she would.
Frankie: It’s not fair. Whenever Mya gets in trouble she tags in another one of her personalities. It’s like Lexy is wrestling a handicap match.
The only one about to be left handicapped is Mya Denton. The moment she gets to her feet she stoops down to grab at the legs that were locked around her ribs. But it’s Lexy’s feet that do all the damage this time. She puts them straight to Mya’s abs and pushes, sending her opponent flying back and hitting the corner spine first. Mya almost collapses out of the corner and is about to wish she had. Lexy dashes in and grabs her around the thigh, lifting until the Challenger is seated on the top rope. The frustrated Champion scales the corner to the top rope and once at the highest point of the turnbuckle she traps her adversary in a front chancery. Another superplex is about to hit. Or at least it would have if Mya didn’t just counter. She manages to push Lexy off the front chancery, off the top rope, and out of the ring.
Frankie: AAAAAHHHH!
Lexy crashes all the way down to the arena floor, smacking the ground and with enough force to almost knock her unconscious on impact.
Frankie: This is tragic. An angel just fell from heaven.
Greyson: Lexy just took a hell of a spill to the ground.
Sparkles: And….uh oh…what is Mya doing? What is she doing?
Right now she’s climbing to her feet on the top rope and she’s waiting for Lexy to stand up below. A beleaguered Lexy is getting back to her feet totally unaware that Mya is readying to fly off the top rope and come crashing into her. Finally Lexy learns what’s in store for her, but is too late to do anything to counter the body that comes hurdling into her via the shooting star press.
Greyson: That was AMAZING!
Sparkles: Mya with a friggin shooting star press off the top rope to the outside of the ring.
Frankie: Moves as risky as those should be barred from professional wrestling.
The fans don’t agree with Frankie, hence why they are going just totally nuts. Unfortunately for Mya, that move may have taken more out of her than it did Lexy. However, she’s not showing it, she’s getting back to her feet and with Lexy’s head in her arms. Once again Mya throws her opponent back into the ring and now sizes her up from the apron. Lexy fights her way up to her feet and is about to be taken off them once again when Mya comes springing from the top rope and flying into a lariat. This time Lexy has the presence of mind to avoid the clothesline by catching her opponent in mid-air then drive her down into the spinning powerslam.
Frankie: Oh yes what a counter! That reversal was just too sweet.
Greyson: That was a spectacular counter, but will it be enough to retain the title?
Lexy immediately hooks Mya’s leg the moment her challenger collides with the canvas.
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The spinning powerslam might have been a sensational reversal, but it proved to be an ineffective means of finishing Mya off. The Challenger kicks out and does so with defiance.
Greyson: Every time Lexy thinks she’s got this match in the bag Mya kicks out again.
Sparkles: This has been a far more grueling challenge than Lexy was anticipating here tonight.
A challenge that is about to end with a little aid from Lexy’s partner. Kat Kelly is back on her feet at ringside and she is in the process of sliding one of the Tag Team Title belts under the ropes. Lexy makes like she’s going to pick it up but the referee cuts her off. He jumps in Lexy’s way and offers her a verbal warning before snatching the title into his own arms. He goes to toss the strap from the ring, but his focus should have been on another title belt. Behind the referee’s back Lexy picks up her Evolution Title that was sitting in the corner of the ring. The gold is stretched between Lexy’s hands as she runs across the ring and swings the championship right into Mya’s bac…..NO….Mya reaches behind her and catches Lexy around the neck. The Monarchy member’s eyes widen as she finds herself being pulled along towards the corner with Mya about to deliver the Cra-Cra.
Greyson: Here comes the Sliced Bread!
Frankie: I’ll punch a baby right in its face if Mya hits this!
Sparkles: Be careful, some of those babies have very strong jaws.
Mya steps up the turnbuckle and prepares to push off into the Shiranui. She pushes off alright, but it damn sure isn’t into one of her finishing moves. Instead Lexy counters by rotating Mya around in mid-air and transitioning into the blue thunder powerbomb, one that brings her opponent’s back down straight onto the Evolution Title belt.
Frankie: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Greyson: Another incredible counter!
Sparkles: Dropping Mya right onto the title belt.
The referee has finally disposed of the Tag belt that had been introduced into this match. He turns around just in time to see Lexy making the cover on Mya by sitting up and leaning her shoulders into the creases of her adversary’s knees.
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It looks like Lexy has managed to successfully retain her title. She is already celebrating before realizing that she’s celebrated way too soon, cause Mya got her shoulder up.
Frankie: NO! I said, NO!
Greyson: Lexy still failing to put Mya away.
Frankie: Mya is just not going to die. Even after being powerbombed onto the Evolution Title.
A despondent Lexy is back on her knees with her palms clutching at hair that might be seconds away from being torn right out of her skull. She looks down at the canvas that is being saturated with droplets of her sweat. She can’t believe that this title defense is still going, and she can’t believe what she’s seeing unfold outside of the ring. Her tag team partner Kat Kelly looks ready to throw more than a title belt into the ring. She’s on the cusp of sliding her entire body under the ropes. She gets about half way in before her leg is caught, caught by the arms of Harrison. He yanks with all of his strength in order to drag Kat out of the ring and to the mats right in front of him. His hands do not latch onto Kat, they grab hold of her NHB Title belt.
Greyson: Harrison trying to once again snatch that NHB belt off of Kat’s shoulder!
Frankie: Someone arrest this thief!
Once again Harrison and Kat find themselves in a tug of war for the NHB Title. This battle culminates to Harrison kicking Kat straight in the bread basket, the blow forcing her to let go of the championship.
Greyson: Harrison has got it! He’s got the NHB Title and….OH NO!
Kat responds to the theft of her belt by delivering a snap superkick. The move would certainly collapse Harrison’s jaw, had it connected. It doesn’t, because Harrison has the reflexes to grab the boot that was bound for his jaw.
Sparkles: Harrison caught the superkick this time.
The determined Harrison pushes Kat’s boot away from his jaw and sends her twisting around into a total 360. Harrison then goes for the lariat. The clothesline would definitely snap Kat’s neck, had it connected. It doesn’t because Kat has managed to tuck into a forward roll across the mats, picking up the NHB Title in the process. She then leaps to her feet with belt in hand then runs for the barricade, jumping it into the crowd. Harrison is right behind her, leaping into the audience as well and pursuing not Kat, but the NHB Championship she’s holding into the backstage area.
Back inside of the ring Kat’s partner Lexy has been watching this whole scene play out, something she instantly regrets doing. Suddenly her opponent Mya runs across the ring behind her, catches Lexy around the neck and then delivers a springboard bulldog. The move plants Lexy’s face right into the Evolution Title belt that was still left lying in the middle of the ring.
Frankie: NOOOOO!!!
Greyson: Lexy’s face crushed by her own title!
Sparkles: We’re about to have a NEW Evolution Champion.
Frankie: Someone! Someone do something! Monarchy, Monarchy HELP!
There is no one able to lend aid to Lexy at the moment. She and anyone who could have helped her, are powerless to stave off the pin that her challenger is making. Mya hooks Lexy’s leg and listens to the sweet sound of the referee’s hand slapping the canvas, and the even sweeter sound of the fans counting along with each slap.
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The place absolutely goes ballistic when the referee’s hand comes down for the third time but Lexy’s shoulder comes up from the canvas a split second before the three count could be completed.
Greyson: Oh my God! Oh my God, Lexy has kicked out AGAIN!
Frankie: I’m-I’m-I’m having a heart attack. Someone call the EMTS. I’m going full on Jerry Lawler over here.
Sparkles: Sparkles can’t believe Lexy just came within an eyelash of losing her title.
Mya can’t believe it either, that she was so close to becoming the Evolution Champion. This title match might not be over, but it’s damn sure about to be. Mya grabs Lexy by the hair and uses it to pull her up from the ring. What remains of Mya’s strength is employed to drag Lexy into position for a piledriver, a piledriver onto the Evolution Title belt. Just before Mya can hit the move the belt is pulled out from behind her. The referee finally does something about the illegal use of the championship, removing it from the squared circle. Mya realizes that the weapon she had intended to use is no longer in play. She detaches from Lexy and goes after the ref, protesting the fact that he’s actually doing his job.
All of her arguing with the official is doing nothing more than wasting her breath and giving Lexy time to recover. When Mya finally does turn back to her opponent she finds herself on the receiving end of the superkick. Lexy goes to crush Mya’s jaw but her boot misses the mark entirely. Mya grabs Lexy’s leg just before it can strike her and then gives it a shove. Lexy is sent spiraling into a full circle, turning back to face Mya who catches her around the neck. A stunned Lexy finds herself subjected to a tragic fate, the loss of her Evolution Title via the Cra-Cra. Mya runs at the corner and pulls Lexy along into the Shiranui.
Frankie: I can’t watch.
Sadly, for Frankie, that means he misses Lexy’s shocking counter. Just before she and her opponent can reach the corner, Lexy pulls her head free from Mya’s clutches and catches her with the reverse Russian Leg Sweep. Mya’s face is sent hurdling into the canvas, or at least it would be if she hadn’t managed to squirm out of her adversary’s clutches at the last second. She slips through Lexy’s arms and then behind her opponent, wedging hands to her spine and giving her a big shove. Lexy is sent hurdling towards the turnbuckle but not colliding with it. Instead of hitting the corner Lexy jumps into it. She then twists around and sits herself on the top rope. Her positioning may come back to haunt her though, because it puts her in a predicament that her opponent is taking advantage of.
Mya runs at the turnbuckle the Champion is seated on, climbs up fast and then leaves her feet in order to hit the Frankensteiner. She catches Lexy around the neck and drops back, but unfortunately she does not send her adversary flying from the corner. Things do not go as Mya had planned at all. The Frankensteiner not only fails to connect but is countered, countered into a second rope Explicit Content!
Greyson: MOTHER OF GOD! HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!
Sparkles: That was-that was-that was….
Frankie: The most amazing thing I’ve ever seen!!
Mya’s head is almost driven through the ring after being struck with the package piledriver from such an extreme height. The move has completely incapacitated her and leaves her defenseless against the pin that follows. Lexy hooks both of Mya’s legs while screaming at the referee to make the count and to do it right this time.
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There was no way imaginable that Mya was kicking out this time, not after the Explicit Content, not after the Explicit Content from the middle rope. An exhausted Lexy barely even has the energy to celebrate her victory after everything she went through in the process of securing it. All she can do is roll away from Mya and summon what little strength she has left to grab her Evolution Title from the hands of the referee. Lexy then falls back onto her seat and leans her spine against the ropes while lifting her championship aloft.
Greyson: What a performance from both of these athletes.
Sparkles: That Evolution Title match was grueling in every sense of the word.
Frankie: It didn’t matter how close some of Mya’s nearfalls on Lexy appeared at certain points in this match, I knew, I always knew that Lexy was walking out of here still champion.
Greyson: Says the man who had giant pit stains after some of Mya’s pin attempts.
Sparkles: There were a number of times in the course of this match where Sparkles legitimately thought we were going to see a new champion crowned.
Frankie: But that didn’t happen, did it, cause Lexy was just the better ath….AAAAAH!
There’s a reason Frankie’s tone changed and changed so drastically, going from elation to horror. It all has to do with the fact that while Lexy was standing in the middle of the ring celebrating with the Evolution Title, an unexpected guest joined her in the ring and is slamming a kendo stick straight across the small of her back. The blow hits with so much force that it knocks Lexy completely off of her feet and sends shockwaves of pain all through her ravaged body. Her attacker stands over Lexy looking completely detached from all emotion. And who is that attacker? It just so happens to be the World Champion, Katelyn Buehler.
Frankie: That bitch! That God damned bitch! How dare she!
Sparkles: What gives here? Why did Katelyn Buehler just blindside Lexy with that kendo stick?
Greyson: That’s retribution. Retribution that has been long in the making. For too long Lexy Chapel and Monarchy have made Katelyn’s life miserable. It’s about time she started getting some payback.
Sparkles: But why now? Why Lexy?
Katelyn doesn’t look interested in answering those questions. She just stands above a screaming Lexy and throws the kendo stick that was used to knock the wind out of her right down onto the Evolution Champion’s back. Without taking so much as a glance in Lexy’s direction, Katelyn goes walking from the ring. She continues to display nothing in the way of emotion, looking like she’s in a perpetual trance. She walks up the ramp in a fugue like state, and never once do her eyes veer back to the ring where an agonizing Lexy is cursing her name.
Sparkles: What’s gotten into Katelyn?
Greyson: Something does look off about her.
Frankie: I’ll tell you what’s wrong with her. Years of crystal meth abuse has rotted her mind. He brain must be diseased if she thinks she can get away with hitting Lexy with that kendo stick. There is going to be absolute hell to pay for this.
Lexy continues to tremble in anger and pain as she sits in the middle of the ring. She won’t be alone inside of that squared circle for much longer. Suddenly a very well put together young man jumps the barricade and comes sliding into the squared circle. The man with muscles upon muscles and a flattering bone structure in his face comes crawling towards Lexy, stopping at her side and checking her condition.
Greyson: I really wish we had security, and I bet Lexy is wishing she hadn’t taken them out.
Sparkles: What’s that fan doing in the ring with her?
Frankie: Get him out of there, I was just about to slide in and check on Lexy myself.
It appears that Lexy isn’t quite as off put by the presence of this ‘fan’ as one might think. She actually allows the big man to assist her up to her feet and now employs him as a crutch.
It’s unclear rather Victoria Salinas is more exhausted or aggravated. After the way her match went earlier that evening she’s not happy…not one bit. Every movement she makes shows her frustration. She slides off an elbow pad and just flings it across the locker-room. Her breaths come from deep in her diaphragm as she plops herself down on a chair in order to begin removing her wrestling boots. Suddenly it’s not the way her tag match with Monarchy ended earlier that night that seems to be menacing her, it’s something that she sat on top of.
From beneath her a white envelope is removed, her eyes scanning the words ‘Property of Tabitha Silverstone’ written in black marker across its surface. Given Victoria’s history with Tabitha she shows absolutely no hesitation to invade the agent’s privacy, peering into the envelope. Her face recoils at the sight of about a dozen hundred dollar bills that.
Stagehand: Mrs. Silverstone? I kept my mouth shut, now it’s time for you to uphold your end. Do you got my money?
The very same gentleman seen earlier that night extorting cash from Tabitha in return for his silence comes looking for his paycheck. He stops his tongue from digging himself into a deeper grave the moment he spots Victoria seated in the room and holding the cash that was promised to him.
Victoria: No, Tabitha doesn’t have your money. But don’t worry, I’VE got something for you.
Speaking of hell, we see a man who has definitely been through it. Andre Jordan is trying to put as much distance between himself and the parking garage where New Eden tried to throw him into the back of a van. Luckily he managed to avoid that abduction and will not allow himself to fall prey to another. He walks with shackled wrists down the hallway that ends at the exit. Or at least that’s SUPPOSED to be where it ends. Instead the corridor ends at Tabitha Silverstone.
Tabitha: Dre! I’ve-I’ve been so worried.
Announces Tabitha the moment her eyes lock on her client, the very client that she conspired with Mika Kozlov to kidnap several weeks ago. Andre doesn’t know that, and he also doesn’t know what to make of the arms that go wrapping around his waist.
Tabitha: I thought I lost you forever.
The squeeze on Dre’s waist tightens.
Tabitha: I’ll never let you go….Never.
The camera slowly zooms in on Andre’s puzzled expression….puzzled AND angry.
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