URGENT NEWS
The camera opens right inside the ring, no fancy pyrotechnics displayed, nothing that would give you a hint that this is the ULW. Instead of being packed into a giant arena, the camera is located within a much smaller venue, inhabited by hundreds of screaming, excited fans nevertheless. They are all very eager as it concerns the proceeding event though, things already getting started with none other than Dan Douglas occupying the middle of the ring. He has a microphone clutched in hand and a large, eager smile adorning his face. Beside him lurks an apathetic, almost bored looking Billy Mayne, who is busy checking his teeth in the reflection cast by his watch.
Dan Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Dan Douglas, standing along side none other than Billy Mayne, starting things out in the ring tonight to bring you some big news.
Billy lifts his own microphone to his lips, as if jarred by the fact that the show has started.
Billy Mayne: That’s right, while you would usually never see our handsome, borderline gorgeous faces on television, and instead hear my wonderful verbal prose only dragged down by Dan’s blue collar commentary, as we sit behind the announce table, we have urgent news that effects the world. Or only the small majority of the fans we have left.
A cheesy grin is plastered across his face while he lifts his thumb towards the camera, Dan rolling his eyes before quickly taking over for his less than stable minded broadcast colleague.
Dan: Amongst those changes is not only a brand new show, but also a brand new name for the company. That’s right, the rumors you’ve been hearing are true, the ULW is no more. For four glorious years we’ve been employed by perhaps one of the biggest wrestling companies on the planet today, but all that changed when a new investor, who’s identity we’re still unaware of, purchased the rights to ULW from Sheryl Marie Gray.
Many of the fans display shock, or awe, as if surprised by this revelation, even though they are attending a show that seems completely different than anything in ULW.
Billy: That’s right, not even I’ve been told who the new owner is. The only thing I do know for sure is that we’re no longer calling Annihilation, like we’ve done for years together now.....
Douglas: Because the new show name is Riot. But again, show names aren’t all that’s different. Especially considering that we’re no longer calling the whole company the same thing anymore. But even with a name change, the new IWC will continue to stand for the principles that ULW upheld for so long...
A confused Billy taps Dan on the shoulder reluctantly.
Mayne: You mean all our bosses are still going to be raging alcoholics?
Douglas: Uhhh, maybe. Anyway, the new name is IWC, and although we’re in for a new revolution in wrestling, God that comments overused as hell, we’re going to keep with tradition. So everyone wel....
”Killing in the Name Of” by Rage Against the Machines hits the PA system and causes the crowd to stand, erupting into a wave of anger over what they are hearing. Both Billy and Dan turn quickly and fearfully towards the entry way with Mayne ushering Douglas in front of him, using him for protection. Through the curtains to an even louder negative reaction emerges a rather arrogant, smirking Desolation while behind him strolls the World Heavyweight Champion, with the new IWC title positioned over his shoulder, Hurse. The two members of the Alpha Generation step out onto the stage side by side with Jackson Adams entering the building through the curtains behind them as well. He wears a very snide smirk on his face while looking around at the fans. Too Magnificent then strolls out, towering over his fellow Alpha Generation teammates while Ryan emerges as well. The entire Alpha Generation are located just in front of the curtains with incredibly arrogant smiles on their faces. The crowd is just repulsed by them, especially Desolation, who turned his back on them by siding with the new Champion Hurse, who is located right beside him. All five men start towards the ring with the crowd still reacting with disgust at the mere sight of them.
Billy and Dan continue to look confused as to what to do as both Hurse and Desolation hop onto the apron, the World title glistening while over the Master of Control’s shoulder, his eyes glaring into the ring at the two long time commentators. Desolation stares at them as well with an annoyed air about him before they both slide through the ropes at the same time. Jackson jumps onto the apron, his eyes cutting between the Champ and former title holder, seeming somewhat dejected over the fact that he’s not at Hurse’s side.
Douglas: Well isn’t this wonderful, it seems that we’re being joined by the Alpha Generation, who just enjoy nothing more than raining on all our parades.....
Dan turns towards Desolation, pointing at him, inches away from jabbing him with his finger.
Dan: Just like you did, Desolation, by stabbing these fans in their backs by pledging your alliance to Hurse. I’m actually glad your in the ring here tonight so that you can explain yourself, because we need, no we deserve an explanation for your actions....
The fans react with cheers, agreeing with Desolation smirks somewhat at the sight of Dan’s intense features, bombarding him with demands. Hurse and Jackson grin towards one another and shake their heads while Billy is standing far behind Dan, insisting that he doesn’t even know his co-commentator.
Dan: We thought we could respect you Desolation, that you stood up for your principles. Explain yourself dammit, tell us why you’ve done what you’ve do....
Desolation snatches the microphone straight from the grasp of Douglas and gives him a somewhat threatening stare. He raises the mic to his lips slowly while continuing to give the commentator an intense stare.
Desolation: Dan, I can tell you’ve taken your enzyte this morning because your just awfully excited, but nevertheless, I’m going to have to ask you to go sit your ass where it belongs, behind the announce table. Now.
His finger is extended outward in the direction of the announce table, which is Billy is already making his way towards. He plants himself in the seat behind the table and interlocks his hands on the surface of the wooden structure, wearing a big smile on his face. However, Dan is a little more reluctant to listen, seething as he moves backwards in the direction of the ropes, slowly slipping through them onto the apron. His eyes are focused sternly on the face of Desolation before he shakes his head sadly then drops to the outside mats.
Mayne: When Desolation barks out an order you listen to it Dan, no matter how heart broken you may be. And yes I’m well aware I’m entirely contradicting myself by showing support for Desolation when I’ve spent the last three or so years publically berating him.
Dan apathetically steps around the announce table, sliding into his chair while Desolation overlooks the fans, several of them still cheering him. Their response merely makes Desolation roll his eyes and stare in the direction of Hurse, who continues to covet the World Championship over his shoulder.
Desolation: You know, I really don’t get this hate at all. Everyone is acting as if I’ve done something wrong. As if I deliberately spat in the faces of everyone of these fans collected in this mediocre setting. Everyone is acting as if I’ve changed, as if I’ve suddenly upped and sold my soul to the devil incarnate.
He gestures towards Hurse, who smugly observes the booing, harassing fans.
Desolation: Yet, much as you people tend to do, you’ve forgotten or omitted the truth yet again. Because how can I align myself with the devil, when I’m the devil.
His thumb points to his chest while he turns the side of his face towards the camera, the reddish tint of his eye appearing somewhat demonic while placed beneath his raised brow.
Desolation: I turned to the dark side? Please, I was already deep in the darkness before I ever chose to do what I did at Paranoia IV. You people act as if I turned my backs on you, when the sad truth is, I never much cared for any of you in the first place. Nothing has changed, not a thing about the Dark Man has been altered, expect for those I choose to grace with my association. Like it or not, I’m still an honorable person, and what happened at Paranoia IV was nothing but honorable. It wasn’t some brilliant, manipulative plan that Hurse and I had concocted going into the Weapon’s Lair that would eventually see me kick Orlando’s face into pieces and allow this man to win the World title. No. Much like the rest of the guys or girls or sexually ambiguous personal lurking in the lockeroom, your all pathetically mistaken. Hurse had no idea what was going to happen in that Weapon’s Lair match, he didn’t know I was going to hand the title to him at the end of the night, and as a matter of fact, neither did I. We’ve both got the battle scars to prove that.
Desolation drawls attention to his bandaged features and the uncovered scars that line his features before taping one of the concealed wounds on Hurse’s forehead. Touching it causes Hurse to jump and wince in pain before giving an irritated glare in the Dark Man’s direction, yet Desolation merely grins before progressing with an explanation.
Dark Man: The reason I chose to bestow the Championship onto Hurse is simple to me but probably overly complicated to the rest of the world. I had been searching, searching for years in fact for a new main event caliber star, somebody with the wit, the brilliance, the craftiness, the intellect to bolster an otherwise abysmal upper card here in ULW, or IWC, whatever the fuck you want to call it. And after such a long, exhausting search, after going through Orlando, who failed time and time again to prove he was worthy of such a main event opportunity, I stumbled across a man simply named Hurse. A man of brilliance, of ambition, who manipulated the whole world into believing that he had retired just in an attempt to set me up. In doing so he proved he had that intangible gift, that power of manipulation that I sought in a main eventer, that guys like Orlando Cruze proved themselves to lack.
He pats Hurse on the shoulder repeatedly then slaps his hand over the World title belt, while the new Champion perks up a bit, smiling even wider now.
Desolation: What I did was for the good of this company. I’m not selfish like many of you deem me to be. I’m not corrupt as is the general opinion around here, and I certainly was not bribed to side with Hurse, or the Alpha Generation. I made my decision to benefit each and everyone of you, to give you a new main eventer, someone I knew possessed the skills to carry this company into a new genesis, a reawakening of sorts. Through the brutality that Hurse inflicted on me both physically and mentally, I knew that he was the person who could fill this role, that he would be the chosen one. Only without a corny Kid Rock ripoff as his entrance music and without constantly having to utter the phrase, “Slap Nuts” to get himself over. No, no, his cunning, his genius is what got him over with you people, and with me. That’s why at Paranoia IV, I decided I would give the title to whomever showed me that they possessed not only the necessary mental facilities to be champion, but could endure the physical rigors that the title obligated as well. Hurse showed he was capable of handling that stress, while Orlando proved to me that he was unable to live up to the challenge, crumbling under the pressure like he’s done time and time again. That’s why in the closing moments of that match I did what was right for business. I sacrificed my title to give this company what it desperately needed, a new champion, and a new star. I almost allowed myself to die for this company, for it’s failures, for it’s sins. I gave up my World Heavyweight Championship so that it would continue to live on. Would you all make such a sacrifice for what you believe in? No, you wouldn’t. Hell, you probably wouldn’t even part with your cable TV if it meant the survival of an entire industry. That’s why I was the one who had to make the sacrifice, that’s why I took the burden onto my shoulders. That’s why I stand here today without the title, and watch it glisten around the shoulder of a man I hand picked to take the championship. A man who like me, will be the savior of this company, that man is you, Hurse.
His finger extends in Hurse’s direction while he takes the World title in both hands, raising it slowly above his head to a loud collection of boos from the sold out crowd.
Mayne: I never knew until today just how noble and honorable Desolation truly was.
Douglas: This is outrageous, outrageous I say.
Mayne: And I also never realized the lack of argumentative skills that you possess, Dan.
The reaction from the fans continues to be vile while Desolation gladly bestows the microphone onto Hurse now who lowers the World title onto his shoulder again. The crowd is reacting with further disgust as Hurse saunters forward into the spotlight, the mic gripped tightly in his hand while Jackson, Too Magnificent, and Mills all clap in the background.
Hurse: Desolation couldn’t have put it any more elegantly if he were channeling the spirit of Robert Frost. I find it reprehensible that even after hearing this man’s explanation you still boo him. Shame on you people, shame on each and everyone of you. Do you not understand what Desolation has done, the sacrifices he’s made for each and everyone of you> Without him, I very well might not be standing here today your new World Heavyweight Champion. Now applaud this man, show you have a heart and cheer the person who damn near died for your sins in the Weapon’s Lair.
He turns, extending his hands outward in the direction of Desolation, who raises his eyes towards the heavens but only gets met with a flurry of boos from the very agitated fanbase.
Dan: That’s right, tell him what you really think fans.
Mayne: These people are so fickle and hypocritical that it makes me want to wretch, much like listening to your commentary Dan.
Hurse shakes his head, deeply offended by their reply but continuing nevertheless.
Hurse: Well you people may not respect his sacrifices, but I sure as hell do. Because now I stand here before you all a two time World Heavyweight Champion. A man who like Desolation before him, has overcome the odds, and the obstacles placed before him. A man who again like Desolation, will change the face of the world as we know it. With the Alpha Generation beside me, with Desolation now amongst our ranks, and with the World title over my shoulder, changes will begin to be implemented around here. For you see, as unstoppable as we were before, we’ve just become that much stronger, that much more invulnerable. With the combination of Hurse, Jackson Adams, Too Magnificent, Ryan Mills, and now Desolation, there is not a force on this earth that will be capable of stopping our might. Plus, if the former ULW:R AG members that Jackson put together prove themselves tonight, they will be added to our unstoppable ranks. So as cliche as this may sound, allow this to be a warning to the world as we know it, the Alpha Generation has truly arrived, and all those who stand before us, will be destroyed in our wake. I mean, come on, who’s going to stop us, Orlando Cruze? Ha! He can’t even beat one of us, with Desolation and I combined he’d be completely outmatched, not that he wasn’t before by just battling us mono a mono.
Desolation nods, agreeing with that sentiment.
Hurse: Who else is going to stop us? Nathan Creed? The mere thought of him being a threat to anyone is laughable at best. What about Chapel, Psycho, or Simon Cagero? Well, I think combined, Desolation and I have beaten them all about a billion times before. So who else is going to stand up against us? Who else is left? Hmmm, let me think, oh that’s right, nobody.
Jackson begins to chuckle and nod his head while Too Magnificent does the same. Desolation steps forward anxiously and taps Hurse on the shoulder, motioning for him to bring the mic towards his lips.
Desolation: You forgot about Bitchcakes McPhee, that guy is pretty terrifying.
Hurse: Yes, to any toilet the day after binge drinking and eating, but the last time I checked, we weren’t made of porcelain.
Desolation: Speak for yourself.
Hurse smirks before suddenly feigning fright.
Hurse: Oh no, I just remembered, Aurora Rose is still on the roster, we better stay clear of her.
Desolation: Well, if she’s anything like Teresa Hilton, if we haven’t raped her yet she has no basis to start a feud with us.
Hurse stomps his foot and finally turns away from Desolation, readjusting the World title over his shoulder.
Hurse: Damn, that’s right. Then who’s left? Who out there is going to possibly give us a challenge? Oh well, I guess we’ll have to be content with being just about completely unbeatable. Which means, if there’s no one left to stand in our way in the ring, we’ll have to channel our energy elsewhere. We’ll have to concentrate on running this establishment. If the Grays have gone by by, then that means the inmates have been left to run the asylum. And since we’re the biggest, baddest, and most pleasant to look at inmates, you know, seeing as we’re not covered in Nazi tattoos and our last name isn’t Torretto, by the law of the jungle, that means we’re the ones in control.
Dan: Oh no.
Mayne: They’re right, they’re right. I’m checking my laws of the jungle handbook and they’re completely correct.
Dan: Billy, that’s Curious George.
The fans are reacting in outrage as the Alpha Generation all step to the center of the ring, and begin to get into a pose. Desolation just crosses his arms, not caring as he stands beside Hurse who slowly lifts the World title above his head, Too Magnificent standing behind him with a raised clinched fist. Jackson Adams and Ryan Mills are both crouched down in front of them making gestures with their hands.
Hurse: Therefore, we thus declare that the Alpha Generation are the rulers of the IWC!
”Killing in the Name Of” hits the PA system and causes the fans to begin reacting in outrage again at the sight of all five men posing in the ring, the Alpha Generation united.
OPENING VIDEO PACKAGE
The fans are shown throwing their hands into the air in slow motion, caught in different colors, with the feed freezing every so often on a crazed spectator’s features, exhilerated by what they are witnessing. It then cuts to aerial scenes of the city streets below with cars buzzing by an arena in fast motion.
If you feel so empty
So used up so let down
If you feel so angry
So ripped off so stepped on
You're not the only one
Refusing to back down
You're not the only one
So get up
The fans are again shown going even more crazy with their fists held up high, the camera freezing on a clinched set of digits, as it turns from normal color to a black and white hue. It then switches to Bitchcakes McPhee standing on the stage with a beer in one hand a large smile plastered on his face before cutting to an aerial view with stop motion footage of hundreds of fans waiting in line to get into the building.
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Scenes cut from the crazed fans in the stands to deranged mobs throwing Molotov cocktails down the street with burning rags stuck out of the back of them. It switches quickly to AWOL’s fierce face glaring forward maliciously before shifting to Aurora Rose standing on the turnbuckle, pointing out over the fans with a large smile on her face. It then cuts to Jackson Adams giving an opponent the Spectacular Ending before shifting to an explosion rocking through a building while it crumbles and collapses to the ground. Desolation is then featured jumping off the top of a cage roof with a shooting star press.
If you feel so filthy so dirty
so fucked up
If you feel so walked on
So painful so pissed off
You're not the only one
Refusing to go down
You're not the only one
So get up
Police are shown gathered in a straight line with shields held out in front of them, dressed in all riot gear while marching down the street. The video then switches to Simon Cagero disrobing in the ring. Thankfully the images transfer to Too Magnificent bashing someone over the head with a trash can. Another image features Orlando Cruze standing on the stage and raising his arm above his head, as pyros explode on all sides of him. This image is short lived as people are featured being detained, cuffs slapped around their wrists while being forced into the back of large police vans.
Let's start a riot, a riot
If you feel so empty
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
So used up, so let down
If you feel so angry
Just get up
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Robin Brooks takes up the screen diving off the top rope with a moonsault and coming crashing down stomach first towards the camera that was aimed upwards to catch a glimpse of her in all of her acrobatic splendor. The package then showcases Chapel delivering the Cardinal Sin while surrounded by a steel cage before shifting to a bloodied smile face of Psycho, his dementia clear within his wide deranged eyes. Police are shown beating some looter with their knight sticks until Seth Owens takes over the screen, hitting a big lariat on someone. Pat Evans is then the focus of intention, ripping at a victim’s ankle with a tough, yet textbook submission. That’s before images are shown of Jon Rich delivering a missile dropkick as well as Orlando giving the Rock Bottom on Desolation. It then switches abruptly to Jon Torretto trying to force Too Magnificent’s head into a shredder. Zack Nolen is shown delivering a huge powerbomb on one of his victims before it cuts to a burning building, people running out of the flaming structure with stolen goods.
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Hurse is featured on top the shoulders of the Alpha Generation while holding the World Heavyweight title above his head. Abruptly the video switches to Psycho delivering the Psychotic Episode on one of his many victims before transitioning into an image of Roxas Knoxx taking out a large group of people with the use of her own body as a weapon. Ryan Mills takes up the screen delivering a superkick to his opponent’s jaw before cutting to Pat Evans holding onto the fujiwara.
Let's start a riot, a riot Let's start a riot
RIOT!
The camera agin comes live to the inside of the venue, everyone going nuts, very excited for the show ahead even after what just took place in the ring.
Dan: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back, we’re officially kick starting Riot as of right now, even after the ludicrous behavior of the Alpha Generation.
Mayne: Ludicrous? They made their intentions known here tonight, Dan, rather your ready to accept the fact that they are in control or not is your problem, a problem your going to have to live with throughout the rest of this evening and the years to come.
Dan: Yeah right. Anyway, let’s stop boring these people with talking, and lets get right into the first IWC match.
5 WAY FRAY
Rumor by Lindsay Lohan starts to play and after 15 seconds the curtains start to move & out runs Robin with the X-Class Championship draped over her shoulder. She runs to the middle of the stage as white pyro goes off sending stars above the young wrestler. Sparklers are now shooting off along the edge of the stage and ramp. Doing some of her kick boxing moves she waves to the crowd. Sprinting down the ramp she continues to wave and smile at the fans, blowing them kisses. She slips into the ring and raises the title high above her head, causing the crowd to begin cheering as loud as they can.
Dan: Here’s one of the biggest talents in this five way fray. A true veteran of the squared circle, who I have high hopes for in this match.
Mayne: Then your hope would be sadly misplaced. Although Robin is talented, she’s not exactly capable of eliminating four other competitors.
Douglas: Are you kidding me? She’s an X-Class Champion, she’s proven time and time again that she’s able to overcome the obstacles. Although, I’m a bit weary of who she might pick as a tag team partner should she win this match.
Billy: I feel bad for whoever she’s select. By the way, that’s the major stipulation on this match, the winner will pick whomever they want as their tag team partner for an upcoming tag team Scramble.
“Outsider” plays throughout the arena. The lights dim and fade to black. After a few moments of the opening piano chord being played, a spotlight shines down on Pat Evans as he walks out from the back. The crowd cheers/boos/whatever you want them to do as he makes his way down, but Evans merely ignores their fanfare and walks up to the ring. He looks up at it before walking to the steel steps. He then walks along the apron and enters the ring. He takes off his black trenchcoat, placing it on the top rope in the far corner before pacing the ring as his music fades out.
Mayne: Now here’s a man I’m actually impressed with. In his first time in a ring for ULW, he forced three people to submit in the span of less than five minutes. It was a remarkable sight, and I think he may be capable of doing the same thing tonight.
Douglas: Well he certainly proved he was capable of being a vicious submission expert, but rather he’ll have the same success in this playing field, in the IWC remains to be seen.
Billy: Why must you constantly disagree with me? It really hurts my feelings.
Pat Evans and Robin Brooks stare across the ring at one another, the Black Widow anticipating the match while Evans goes through the motions, appearing very apathetic in his corner. The arena lights dim, the stage slowly fills with smoke, the constant banging of the drum's echoes throughout the arena shortly followed by the guitar as the song heats up and gets faster. Blood For Blood by Machine Head finally starts to kick in as The shadow lurks in the smoke, a huge ball of fire spirals up from the rampway and Psycho emerges from the smoke. A hooded sleeveless jacket covers his torso and the hood up... He walks menacingly down to the ring with an icy cold glare in his eyes. The fire now ignites all the way down the ramp as he walks down the fiery corridor towards the ring. He slides into the ring underneath the ropes and de-robes himself, he throws the garment over the ropes to the outside and crouches down in the corner and grasps his hands together and waits, glaring around his surroundings in a rather demented manner.
Dan: And here comes the former Livewire Champion, surprisingly competing after that bloodbath he was involved in at Paranoia IV just two weeks ago. And I have to ask, where the hell is Michelle Blacker?
Mayne: I have no idea where Psycho’s keeping her, but the longer she stays off the air and I get more screen time the better.
Douglas: This is an abducted young woman we’re talking about here Billy. Who knows where Psycho is keeping her.
Mayne: So?
Psycho menacingly glares about at the two individuals in the ring, trying to get at them but being restrained by the official.
Soil Rayne’s Remix of “Redefine” hits the PA system, causing the crowd to react with a mild response, consisting of both cheers and boos. They seem unclear of who this man is as Rayne Young emerges through the curtains onto the stage, staring around with explosions going off on the stage around him. He now bolts towards the ring before sliding in under the ropes. He gets to his knees, exchanging a glare with all those gathered around him.
Mayne: Here’s a newcomer, and.... that’s all I know about him.
Dan: That’s pretty much my problem as well, but I understand that this guy has put together an impressive resume on the independent and national circuit for years now. He should be stellar addition to the roster, and this five way fray will give us a good opportunity to see what he’s made of.
Billy: I guess, you do realize this is basically a clusterfuck though right?
The lights dim as black light fade on in the ringside area; Giving In by Adema hits the sound system. Blue and green spotlights start blinking and roaming their way through out the audience as Jackson Adams Step through the curtain an arrogant, yet cocky smile stretches across his features. He slowly walks to the ring pointing to himself, and mouthing to the crowd how much better he is. He reaches the steps and walks up them slowly, walking along the ring apron now, he stops and takes one last look up the ramp and at the crowd before wiping his feet cockily on the ring apron, before stepping through the ropes. As he walks to the center of the ring he lifts his arms as if he was accepting the loud chorus of boos from the crowd, as he slowly spins in a circle and the lights return to normal.
Billy: All hail the mighty Adams!
Douglas: Jesus, different company, same old ass kissing.
Mayne: I have a right to kiss Adams’ ass, not literally though. The man came within a second of pinning AWOL, he’s got to get the win tonight, he’s destined to. In fact I guarantee he’ll eliminate all four other opponents, bend a steel spoon with the power of his mind and rescue a barrel of kittens from a raging fire.
Inside the ring, everyone is glaring around at their opposition, Robin, Jackson, Evans, and Engima occupying the corners while Psycho stands in the middle. His twisted, enraged face turning to observe those gathered about him, just aching for a fight to break out. He slaps his chest and tells them all to bring it before then rushing straight at Jackson in the corner. He dives forward, delivering repeated right hands on his face before Adams was even ready while Robin and Enigma charge at one another now. They start to come to blows with one another while Pat Evans just hangs back in his corner, not doing anything, just watching on with a rather stoic expression on his face.
Douglas: This five way fray underway.
Mayne: Nice rhyming their Dan, I never knew you were a lame ass poet.
The crowd is excited as all but one individual is throwing blows in the ring. Brooks now begins to square off with kicks to the back of each leg belonging to Rayne, who is hopping between feet thanks to each shot. Robin then spins around with a back kick at his gut only for Engima to catch it before it connects. He then shakes his head in the direction of Brooks who jumps into the air and turns her body though, reaching back with her legs and wrapping them around Young’s head, flipping him over forward with the head scissors. Enigma crashes into the canvas then rolls across the ring as a result, sitting up in a state of disbelief before Robin gets to her feet, listening to the ovation from the crowd. She steps in quickly and throws another kick at Rayne’s sternum only for him to reach out and catch her foot again. He stands up and then lifts up on the foot, causing Brooks to flip over backwards, landing on her feet right in front of Engima who charges forward with a lariat that she ducks under. She then rushes into the cables, jumping onto the second one and springing off with a back elbow. That’s Engima jumps into the air and counters by turning his body into a huge European Uppercut right to the back of her head. The crowd reacts with utter shock as Robin is knocked out of the air and sent crashing into the canvas, Engima landing beside her and shaking his arm in pain.
Psycho decks Jackson repeatedly to the jaw in the corner and then takes him by the wrist, whipping him across the ring directly at Pat Evans who simply drops into a roll under the cables to avoid him. Psycho reaches out and catches the top rope with Adams rushing in after him. The Psychotic One turns and back elbows Jackson to the face, causing him to stagger in reverse before Psycho spins around and rushes out of the corner with a huge lariat. Adams ducks it and rushes into the turnbuckle behind him, jumping onto the middle cable and then springing off as he turns, flying straight at Saine who spins around to catch him with a swinging powerslam right onto the canvas. Jackson begins to roll away from Psycho, arching his spine and yelling in pain before the sadistic former Livewire Champion turns to face Rayne who comes running in with a big boot. Psycho ducks it and sticks his head under Young’s posterior in the process, standing up and holding him in an electric chair drop position before placing his hands to the back of his thighs. Psycho pushes Enigma over his head and sends him flying down with a back first senton splash right on top of Jackson’s mid-section. Adams starts to yell out in pain, cradling his ribs and kicking both of his feet while rolling across the canvas while Enigma remains on his back, appearing to be in anguish as well. Just then Robin stands up and comes rushing in at Psycho as well only to be caught with a huge hip toss that flips Brooks over and causes her to drop a leg straight across Young’s throat. The fans react with a huge wave of cheers at the sight of this before Robin rolls to her knees, starting to stand up only for Psycho to catch her around the neck. He pulls her to feet and then hoists her into the air with a vertical suplex before allowing her to drop into a 450 splash behind his back right on top of Jackson Adams.
Douglas: Ohhh! Are you seeing these moves being hit by Psycho and Robin Brooks!?!
Mayne: This is suppose to be a five way fray dammit, every man for themselves, not a tag team match.
Dan: Well, Robin isn’t a man Billy, so that just excludes your entire argument right there.
Billy: Says you.
Robin stands up, pointing and shouting down at Jackson before she is grabbed by the back of the pants and rolled up into a school boy by Psycho.
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Robin kicks out with seconds to spare, falling over onto her knees and looking up at Psycho in shock over this betrayal before receiving a hard boot straight to the side of the face. She is knocked right onto her back before Psycho turns, pointing to a nearby turnbuckle and getting the crowd off their feet. Psycho merely spits in the crowd’s direction while approaching the corner, beginning to step up it quickly with his back aimed in the down Brooks’ direction. The fans start to scream, realizing he is about to squash his former teammate with a huge moonsault. He plants his feet on the top rope, beginning to steady himself before Pat Evans jumps onto the apron at his side, placing his hand to his thigh and shoving him off the corner sideways. Psycho flies over the mats and crashes violently into the steel barricade, falling onto his back in the process. Pat, who was buying his time, puts on an apathetic glare at the sight of Psycho’s impact with the steel before scaling the turnbuckle. He gets to the top rope with Robin prone in the center of the ring before diving off, flying through the air with a well placed elbow drop right into her sternum. Brooks’ entire lower body kicks into the air before Evans turns, hooking both of her legs.
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With enough energy exerted from her battered frame, Robin finds the strength to kick out of the quick elbow drop from the opportunistic Evans. He then turns to face Rayne Young who is forcing himself onto his feet while still gripping his lower back. Evans comes rushing in with a running side kick only for Rayne to spiral out of its intended path, causing him to connect with nothing but air. Pat spins around into Rayne who kicks him to the gut and places him in a front gantry before dropping back into a hard evenflow DDT. Yet he holds on after the impact as Evans flips over, landing on his posterior Young rolls backwards and interlocks his hands between Pat’s shoulder blades, applying a double chickenwing on both his arms. Evans kicks at the canvas with the back of his foot while trying to force himself up to his feet, attempting to get his legs beneath him. As soon as he does he exerts all his strength to spin around out of the double chickenwing to Ryan’s side, grabbing him around the neck and hooking his leg with his own, dropping back into a huge Russian Leg Sweep. After completing the move Pat rolls backwards onto his feet and grabs Young by the ankle, lifting up on it and pushing Rayne over in reverse to a standing position. He briefly chops him to the sternum and then takes him by the wrist, whipping him off across the ring into the opposite cables. Enigma bounces off and comes back in at Pat who sets himself, bending forward for the back drop only for Rayne to stop just short of him and deliver a swift kick right to his face. Evans stands up straight before Rayne moves in with a quick lariat only for Pat to catch his arm and switch around behind his back. He hoists Rayne into the air and delivers a hard full nelson suplex, that drives the IWC newcomer violently into the ring. He flips over onto his knees with a groggy glint in his eyes before tumbling onto his back. Pat gets to his feet looking down at Young and yawning again, as if he’s indifferent to this challenge before Jackson steps up behind him, catching Evans around the arms. He pulls him around then drops to the canvas with the unprettier, planting Evans hard face first into the canvas. He flops onto his back, but before he can make the cover, Adams turns onto his knees, just in time to spot Robin getting up and rushing in with an attempt at the shining wizard.
Somehow Jackson catches her legs though and stands up, forcing Robin to hang from around his neck while he wraps his arms around her waist and then jumps into the air. He comes down onto his seat with a brutal piledriver, that slams the skull of Brooks violently into the canvas. She flies upwards into the air and lands directly at Adams’ side after the collision.
Douglas: These five not waiting to bust out the heavy duty artillery in this five way fray warfare.
Mayne: Again, I find your cliches more impressive than what’s going on in the ring.
Jackson quickly crawls into the cover on Robin, hooking her leg throughout the process.
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Robin gets her shoulder up while Rayne is using the cables to stand in front of Adams. As soon as he gets to his knees to protest the speed of the official’s count, Young charges across the ring and dives forward with a shining wizard of his own straight to Jackson’s jaw. The impact knocks him onto his back while Rayne falls spine first on top of Robin, hooking her leg instinctively.
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Inside the ring, Rayne Young has spotted this before moving towards one of the corners in a somewhat dazed state. He makes his way up the turnbuckle while Pat and Jackson rising to their feet on the outside of the ring. Both men are coming to blows before they turn to face the corner, Rayne diving off the top into a twisting, corkscrew moonsault right on top of them. This causes the fans to again start screaming and cheering loudly over what they just witnessed.
Mayne: There are bodies flying from every direction, Dan!
Douglas: We’re seeing a true aerial display from everyone involved in this intense five way fray. Everyone wants to score the first official IWC victory.
Billy: At this rate, we might have to sit here all night before we get even our first elimination!
Inside the ring the fans are clamoring for the now standing Robin to take flight. She raises her arm high above her head to cheers from the crowd before turning and charging into the far ropes, bouncing off and coming back in when Psycho stops her with a well timed lariat right to the throat. The fans react with disgust as Robin is driven down hard to the canvas, Psycho landing on all fours at her side. An angry former Livewire Champion rises to his feet, his features twisted with frustration before he motions with his palm extended outward for Robin to get up, demanding that she stand or face the consequences. A battered, tired Robin rolls to her hands and knees, trying to get to her feet to the best of her ability before Psycho steps in and slaps on a quick side headlock, then starts to run at the ropes to throw her over. Robin places her hands to Psycho’s back though and shoves him off across the ring into the ropes then drops down onto her hands and knees, causing the former Livewire Champion to have to jump over him as he continues across the ring. He bounces off and comes back in as Robin get to her feet, jumping into the air in order to leap frog him but Psycho turns and catches her on top of his shoulders, setting up for the Death Valley Driver. Robin begins to knee her former PLC teammate to the side of the face over and over again before placing her palm to the top of his head and pushing herself up into the air, landing on his shoulders in a hurrricarana position. He then charges forward though and drops down with a brutal powerbomb that launches Brooks right back first into one of the turnbuckles. The crowd reacts with shock as Robin lands on the canvas, rolling back and forth in pain, Psycho standing up in front of her with a furious expression on his face. He doesn’t even notice Jackson sliding into the ring behind him and jumping into the air, twisting as he wraps his arms around Psycho’s waist, rolling him up into a sunset flip.
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Psycho kicks out, rolling backwards in the process while Rayne crawls into the ring behind the seated Adams and wraps his legs as well as his arms around both of Jackson’s, dropping sideways to the canvas to pull him over into the crucifix.
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Adams kicks out desperately while Rayne gets to his feet and turns to face Psycho who rushes in with a lariat, ducking it at the last second then reaching back, hooking both of his opponent’s arms. He back slides him down into a pin.
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Psycho again kicks out before Pat Evans slides into the ring behind the crouched Young and grabs him by the back of the pants, rolling him up into the school boy.
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Now Rayne kicks out with everyone cheering their heads off at the sight of all these nearfalls. Rayne falls over onto his back after kicking out with Evans getting up in front of him before Jackson quickly moves in, kicking him to the gut and placing him in a front gantry, then snapping over into a vertical suplex that plants Pat hard spine first into the rib-cage of the Engima. Both men begin to convulse on the canvas while Adams immediately rolls to his feet, turning to face Psycho who is crouched in the middle of the ring, trying to catch his breath. Jackson quickly steps in though and grabs both his arms, setting up for the Double Take (Angel’s Wings). But Psycho gets his arms free and then places his hands to Jackson’s gut, shoving him backwards into the ropes. Adams bounces off and comes back in before jumping into the air with a crossbody at Psycho who catches him straight across his sternum. Psycho shakes his head before pushing Adams’ legs away and turning him in mid-air out of the fall away position so that he comes down ribs first right on top of his knee. The crowd reacts with shock over what they just witnessed, the tremendously violent move that causes Adams to begin cradling his mid-section and groaning in pain. Psycho stands up and steps in front of Adams now, hooking his arm around his neck then dragging him to his feet before a battered Robin steps out of the corner. She wraps her arm around the back of Psycho’s neck to place him in position for the reverse neckbreaker before Pat gets to his feet holding his spine and rushing into the cables in front of the Black Widow. He bounces off and comes charging back in before Robin kicks him to the gut and then wraps her other arm around his neck then drops down to the canvas. She pulls Pat down to the ring with the downward spiral at the same time as dragging Psycho down with the reverse neckbreaker, who pulls Jackson over into the vertical suplex as a result.
Fans: IWC, IWC, IWC!!
All four competitors are laid out on the canvas as a result of that last incredible combination move.
Douglas: What a combination of moves! Robin hitting a downward spiral and reverse neckbreaker, and forcing Psycho to snap off with that suplex as well. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that done before in any promotion!
Mayne: Even though I’m doing nothing more than continuing to give IWC a blow-job, I have to admit we just proved what kind of innovative material you’ll be seeing n this new company.
The overly excited fans are still standing, putting their hands together thanks to this breathtaking action thus far. The only person not effected by that last series of moves is Rayne Young, who is desperately dragging himself up the ropes, his body killing him as he falls back first against the cables. Both Robin and Psycho are starting to stand up now side by side, coming to blows with one another before Rayne comes rushing in at them. They both turn and bend forward at the last second, catching him against their shoulders and elevating him into the air for a double back drop only for Young to wrap his arms around their necks and drop back into a huge double DDT. Both their heads are driven hard into the canvas, rolling over onto their backs now while kicking their legs, Rayne left lying on the canvas while Pat rolls under the ropes onto the apron. He stands up, grabbing the top rope and then jumping onto the cables before springing off and delivering a huge leg drop right across Young’s throat. The action never stopping in this fast paced opening contest. Evans gets to his feet slowly while Rayne is going into convulsions, holding his throat. As soon as he stands up, Jackson comes rushing in with a lariat that Evans blocks by hooking his arm. He pushes him around into a circle thanks to the hooked arm then places his arm across Adams’ sternum when he turns to face him, perhaps setting up for the Spinal Tap (Uranage Back-Breaker). He lifts Adams into the air in a rock bottom position before Jackson counters in mid-flight by turning and wrapping his arms around Pat’s neck, dragging him down into the canvas with a diamond cutter. The fans react with shock as Pat’s head crashes hard off the canvas, the rest of his body flopping over onto his back and Adams quickly diving into the cover.
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No, Evans gets his shoulder up again. A flustered Jackson sits up, his eyes bulging from their sockets and his mouth hanging open. He shakes his head over the fact that he just didn’t get the elimination on Pat. So far, all five competitors still left in this high impact, fast paced thrill ride.
Douglas: What an exchange of moves between everyone in this contest. Counter after counter after counter being performed.
Mayne: I’m starting to enjoy the prospect of this whole five way fray contest, although it is kind of your usual clusterfuck.
Adams begins to stand up, trying to do so at least before a tired Rayne steps up in front of him, delivering a stiff upward kick directly into his face. Jackson stands up straight after the strike before Rayne lifts his leg for a standing spinning heel kick that Adams ducks under though, Young revolving around to face him and receiving a kick to his gut. Jackson hooks both arms, going for the Double Take (Angel’s Wings). Before he can lift him though, Rayne stands up, countering with a back drop as Jackson falls behind him and Young collapses backwards on top of him, going for the pin.
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Before the three count can be made Evans grabs Rayne by the ankle, dragging him off the pinfall and then turning him around onto his chest and stomach, applying the ankle lock. The fans start to scream loudly at the sight of the submission before Evans steps over the back of his legs and starts to lock them around his own, applying an Inverted Indian Death lock. Young turns sideways away from him, yelling in tremendous pain while raising his palm, ready to submit to the anguish flowing through his legs. Robin Brooks gets to her feet though and rushes right into the cables in front of Evans before charging in and unexpectedly getting caught around the waist by a bent forward Pat. He drops back into a northern lights bridging suplex, holding onto the pin while still maintaining the Inverted Indian Death Lock on Rayne. The crowd stands up, cheering what they are witnessing as the official drops down, making the count.
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Robin gets her shoulder up just in time but Rayne starts to tap out repeatedly on the canvas, giving up to this submission hold being locked in by Evans. The fans are still screaming, Young tapping out to Evans, who breaks the hold, rolling away from him and then grabbing the arm of Brooks beside him. He hooks her arm, then the other one before jumping forward into the bridging double chickenwing, the Cattle Mutilation. Screams of pain come from Robin, who is trying her best to keep from submitting.
Douglas: Enigma Rayne Young the first person eliminated from this five way fray, forced to submit by this super impressive Pat Evans.
Mayne: And now he’s going to make Robin tap out as well to the Cattle Mutilation. This man is unstoppable with these submissions!
Rayne rolls out of the ring but is unable to put much pressure on his knees while Robin is still screaming in agony in the ring, trying to keep from tapping out while trapped in this bridging double chickenwing. Just then though, Psycho gets to his feet and comes rushing in, jumping into the air while extending his back, coming down with a spine first senton splash directly into the ribs of Evans while he was still bridging over. The crowd reacts with shock as Psycho now sits up, Evans wrapping his arms around his gut and rolling away from him. Psycho turns onto his knees while Robin gets to get up in front of him. The two start to come to blows with one another, exchanging right hands to each other’s jaw while the fans are putting their hands together. Their fists continue to impact one another’s faces while rising to their feet slowly, still exchanging shots. The two former teammates are still beating on each other while Jackson gets up in front of them, sweating heavily. He comes rushing in with a double lariat though that both Robin and Psycho avoid by turning just in time to duck it. A flabbergasted Adams turns around and rushes at Robin now with Psycho standing behind her when Brooks bends forward, catching him with a big back drop. Jackson flies through the air and lands across the back of his legs right on top of Psycho’s shoulders who drops down into a sit-out powerbomb. The fans put their hands together at the sight of what they just witnessed, almost a tag team move performed by the former Project Lost Cause members. Psycho has the pin on Adams.
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Somehow Adams gets his shoulder up off the canvas in the nick of time, avoiding the submission just barely. Robin steps towards Psycho and gives him a hard straight kick directly to his face, knocking him onto his back as a result. She then grabs him by the head, sitting up while he is dazed then stomps Jackson to the face and sits him up as well. Jackson and Psycho are both sat up facing one another before they awake and both go for the same move, locking one another in a front gantry. Jackson has Psycho’s head trapped while the former Livewire Champion is applying the same submission on Adams before Robin grabs the free arm of her former teammate. She extends it out to his side and applies a version of the fujiwara while he still holds Adams in the front gantry. Pat steps up to the opposite side of Jackson, grabbing his free arm and applying his own fujiwara, the crowd screaming as four submission holds are locked in all at once.
Douglas: What a predicament in the center of the ring, several submissions being established all simultaneously.
Mayne: I don’t recall ever seeing anything quite like this before.
The crowd is still screaming before Adams and Psycho break the front gantry submission holds, forcing themselves up to their feet slowly. They are both bent forward by the fujiwara submissions applied on their arms before they turn and counter. Jackson spins around to free his arm then turns to face the back of Evans, grabbing his arms and turning him around into position for the unprettier. Psycho spins around out of the submission and grabs both of Robin’s arms, locking her up in the cobra clutch for the Psychotic Episode. Just then Evans shoves Jackson forward though and Robin ducks down out of the way, causing Psycho to change up his move by turning and catching Adams around the neck with the cobra clutch. He drops back into a release Psychotic Episode that flips Jackson over into a moonsault where he crashes right on top of Robin, a loud ovation being heard as a result. Psycho forces himself up to his feet afterwards when Evans comes charging straight into his shoulders. The former Livewire Champion stands up holding Evans in a death valley driver position before pulling him over, delivering the move that launches Pat over the cables, sending him crashing hard to the outside mats.
The collision causes Evans to sit up, gripping at the back of his neck in pain while Jackson rises to his feet behind Psycho. He comes rushing in with a great burst of speed before Psycho turns, bending forward to catch Adams against his shoulder. He stands up, elevating Adams over the cables, causing him to turn, landing on the apron feet first while catching the top cable. He plants himself, just barely avoiding tumbling to the outside of the ring on top of a slowly rising Evans. Psycho turns and steps in quickly before Adams jumps onto the top rope then dives forward at him only for the former Livewire Champion to catch Jackson by the leg on the way in, driving him down hard into the canvas with a flapjack counter. Adams bashes violently off the ring while Psycho rolls away from him, trying to get to his feet throughout the process before Robin steps in, delivering a kick to the back of his thigh. She then kicks him to the back of the other leg before jumping into the air, going for a huge roundhouse kick. But Psycho ducks it, causing Robin to land on her feet right in front of him before the Sadistic One grabs her around the head, dropping down into a quick stunner. The impact sends Robin flying backwards into the turnbuckle, hitting it hard spine first but yet she remains standing with Psycho getting to his feet then moving in quickly. He scoops Robin up into the air across his sternum then steps up the turnbuckle, moving towards the top rope, with Brooks trapped in a fall-away slam position.
Mayne: Oh boy, look at this, Psycho about to deliver a fallaway slam from the top rope! This could injure Robin, which would just be wonderful in every possible way.
Douglas: Thank about what your doing, Psycho, thank about what your doing.
Psycho gets to the top rope with Robin still pinned across his sternum, beginning to steady his feet beneath him on the cables. It appears that he really is going for that top rope fallaway slam when Jackson gets to his feet in the ring, moving in quickly before delivering a clubbing blow over Psycho’s back. Psycho almost loses his footing on the top rope before Jackson quickly climbs up the cables behind him. Before either of his opponent’s can do anything, Jackson jumps into the air, landing on top of Psycho’s shoulders from behind then dropping back with a reverse hurricarana that sends his hefty opposition flipping over backwards with a moonsault fallaway slam right on top of Robin. The entire arena goes nuts over what they just witnessed, Psycho crashing on top of Robin thanks to Jackson’s reverse hurricarana.
Fans: IWC, IWC, IWC!!
Dan: That was friggin crazy!
Mayne: What a combination move; Jackson pulling Psycho off the top rope with the reverse hurricarana and thus causing him to crash down right on top of Robin Brooks with a moonsault fallaway slam! It doesn’t get much more crazy than that.
The fans are still going nuts while Psycho rolls away from Robin, holding his ribs in tremendous pain, Jackson trying to force his feet beneath him although he appears very, very winded. He can barely keep his wobbly knees beneath him before he turns and marches straight towards the down Psycho. A malicious grin starts to set into his features as he slowly reaches down, grabbing hold of Psycho’s long hair. He drags him onto his knees then begins to force him up to his feet while making a cut throat taunt, as if signaling for the Spectacular Ending (C4). The Sadistic One is no more than dead weight as Adams pulls him to his feet and shoots his arm across his throat, about to flip over backwards when Psycho drops down to the canvas, pulling Jackson down with him into a small package.
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The crowd reacts with a massive ovation, everyone thrilled by the fact that Adams was just eliminated from this five way fray, kicking out a second too late. He sits up on the canvas, his eyes bulging from their sockets and his mouth hanging wide open. He can’t seem to process the fact that he was just eliminated, running his hands through his hair while almost ripping it out; the official steps in front of him and demands that he vacates the ring.
Billy: What? How? No! That crafty son of a bitch Psycho caught Adams with a small package. He wasn’t allowed to do that.
Dan: Well he just did! Psycho has now eliminated Adams from this five way fray!
A very tired Psycho starts to stand up, his body wracked with pain, yet a grin is present on his features before Jackson grabs him by the shoulder. He’s spun around then lifted into the a moonsault rock bottom from Jackson Adams, hitting the Spectacular Ending. Psycho’s body is driven violently into the canvas while Adams stands up, shouting downward at the man who just eliminated him out of nowhere. He even goes as far as to spit on the man who took the Livewire Championship from him several months ago. Finally the referee starts to physically shove Jackson backwards, lightly pushing him towards the cables. That’s before Jackson slaps his hands away and gives him a very intense stare, then slowly slips through the cables, the crowd still vocalizing their absolute rage over what they just witnessed. Although Robin is in tremendous pain she starts to sits up, holding her ribs and her shoulder, which possibly took a nasty bump on the canvas via that last move. Her eyes turn towards the laid out Psycho, who isn’t moving, confusion setting into the X-Class Champion’s batting eyes. It’s clear she doesn’t know quite what to make of this situation but rises to her feet nevertheless, approaching the turnbuckle. Even though she doesn’t know how Psycho got laid out it’s clear that she has to capitalize on the moment, slipping through the ropes then climbing the turnbuckle. The fans are slowly standing up, watching as Robin gets to the top rope even though her shoulder is still killing her. She gets her feet on the top cable, delicately balancing herself and then taking flight with the Flying Star. Jackson watches from the outside of the ring as Robin flips through the air with the shooting star press then comes down crashing right on top of Psycho, sucking the air right out of his lungs with the tremendous impact.
Dan: The Shooting Star by Robin Brooks!!
Mayne: Hahaha, she never would have hit that if it wasn’t for Jackson softening Psycho up first, but dammit if I don’t still enjoy him getting his comeuppance!
Robin has Psycho’s leg hooked with the fans still screaming loudly.
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To the shock of everyone, Robin has eliminated Psycho from this five way fray.
Mayne: Hahaha, that’s what you get Psycho, that’s what you get.
Douglas: Psycho eliminated by his former teammate Robin Brooks, that certainly has to bruise his ego.
Just seconds after his elimination, Psycho sits up on the canvas, breathing hard, his eyes narrowed in a state of shock. Instead of just sitting there, convalescing his wounds, Psycho rolls across the canvas to the outside of the ring, dropping to the mats. He doesn’t even seem interested with gaining retribution on Robin or Jackson who is still remaining at ringside. Instead he just rushes straight up the ramp towards the backstage area, holding his ribs throughout the process.
Douglas: Psycho getting out of here and doing so in a hurry!
Mayne: Maybe he’s got a hot date with Michelle Blacker, wherever she is.
Dan: Billy, you can possibly be anymore offensive to all five of my senses?
Robin starts to stand up, still holding her ribs while Pat Evans slips into the ring behind her. He is bent forward, waiting for her to get up while Brooks shakes off her arm, which is causing her problems. Just then Evans charges in with a burst of speed only for Brooks to turn around and deliver a swift kick to the back of Pat’s knee. The strike knocks Evans onto his back before Robin turns her spine towards him and jumps high into the air. The X-Class Champion gets tremendous height before coming down with a standing moonsault right on top of Evans, the crowd erupting into cheers. She now hooks his leg.
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Somehow Evans gets his shoulder up in the nick of time, turning away from Brooks in the process. An agitated Robin rises to her knees, becoming flabbergasted while Adams begins to stand up on the apron in front of her. He uses the ropes to steady himself before Robin gets to her feet, jumping over Evans then spinning around with a back kick through the cables into JA’s gut. The strike doubles Jackson over before Robin slaps her forearm and goes for a roaring elbow only for Adams to duck it. He catches Robin’s arm though and drops off the apron, pulling him down shoulder first into the top rope. The crowd responds with disgust as Brook’s arm bounces hard off the cables, turning back towards the center of the ring. Her shoulder seems to be throbbing while turning back towards Evans, who has stood, catching her unexpectedly around the waist. He lifts her up into the air for the Tombstone Piledriver or as he calls it the Released Anxiety. Before he can hit it though Robin lifts her legs under his armpits, catching hold of them and then pulling him over forward. She rolls him up onto the back of his shoulders into a pinning predicament, seated on his chest with the crowd screaming.
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Again Evans kicks out to the shock of the fans, falling over sideways to his knee while Brooks gets up in front of him. As soon as Pat reaches a kneeling base, Brooks steps in with a hard kick aimed directly at his face. Evans ducks it though, causing Robin’s back to end up facing him before he stands, placing his arms around her waist for a German suplex. He hoists Brooks into the air when Robin reaches back with her legs, wrapping them around his waist. She again falls forward, attempting to roll him up again only for Evans to place his arms about her hips, causing Robin to land palms first on the canvas. She then pushes herself up into a wheelbarrow, reaching out for his head when Evans shoves her down unexpectedly and grabs the arm that was extending towards his neck, that same damaged limb. Brooks is forced down to the canvas onto her chest and stomach with Evans coming down beside her, locking in the fujiwara. The fans start to scream at the top of their lungs as is Brooks who bites down on her feet knuckle, trying her best to escape this submission. The X-Class Champion is roaring in agony while Jackson watches on from the outside, somewhat enjoying the sight of this.
Douglas: Evans, this dangerous submission expert has got Robin trapped in the fujiwara!
Mayne: On the same damaged arm that has been hampering Brooks throughout the majority of this contest! How long can she survive in this submission? How long can she hold out, especially against Evans?
Robin is shaking her head, screaming from the pain that courses through her shoulder, yet refusing to tap out. The Champion reaches out for the cables that are so very far away, yet her hand just falls short of them. Pat only wrenches further back with the submission hold, really tightening it, looking for another tap out in this five way fray. Yet Robin seems determined not to give him one before she tucks her head, rolling forward across the canvas right onto her seat, with Evans still holding onto her wrist. The crowd is screaming as she turns on her knees to face Evans who still has hold of her arm before he lifts his legs, clamping them around her bicep and around her neck, applying the triangle choke. Robin tries her best to escape this new submission, that is not only targeting her arm but also choking her out. She gasps for air while Evans keeps the hold tightly clamped on.
Mayne: Now Robin has been put in the triangle choke! How is she still hanging in there? How I ask, how?
Douglas: It almost defies belief that she’s continuing to persevere in this match!
The fans are still going nuts, screaming and pleading with the X-Class Champion to escape this submission hold, yet she’s fading, slowly, slowly fading, until there seems to be nothing left. In fact it now appears that she’s completely passed out due to the pain in her arm and the fact that the air is being restricted to her head thanks to the triangle choke. She makes one last ditch effort to free herself but then tumbles onto her side, Evans turning while still maintaining the submission. The referee steps in looking into Robin’s eyes then turning, motioning for the bell.
Mayne: Robin Brooks, the X-Class Champion has been forced to pass out due to the pain in her arm and the triangle choke!
Douglas: I can’t believe this, Evans has made Robin pass out to his triangle choke, he’s eliminated her and has thus won this intense five way fray!
Many of the fans are heckling the exhausted Evans, who turns to his knees, trying to force himself up to his feet. His body almost collapses under the strain yet he forces his shaking legs under him, his arms rising above his head in celebration. Just as the official steps in to take hold of Evans’ wrist he pulls away sharply, and approaches the cables, not even basking in the glory of this hard fought victory. Therefore the ref turns back towards Robin, who is slowly regaining her senses, sitting up while gripping the back of her neck.
Mayne: Remember this name ladies and gentlemen, Patrick James Evans! I don’t remember anyone as deadly with their submissions as this man.
Douglas: Since being here he’s forced five people to either submit or pass out, that’s damn impressive. But no more impressive than the guts and determination we saw from the X-Class Champion Robin Brooks this evening. She gave it her all, but fell just a little bit short on this evening, meaning Pat Evans will get to choose a tag team partner for the upcoming tag title scramble.
The official is still helping Robin out of the ring while she grips her arm, Pat Evans not even turning to face the ring while marching up the ramp a sweaty mess, they both leave a very bitter Adams at ringside.
Douglas: What a match, what an opening contest to the IWC. The first ever five way fray, and here’s hoping we see this style of match in this growing company again.
Mayne: It was nice for a spotfest.
Dan: Must you be so cynical?
Mayne: Yes actually, or they’d fire me.
The fans are still applauding what they witnessed in the ring while a flustered, infuriated Jackson Adams marches around the ringside area. Sweat races down his features while running his hands through his hair, moments away from ripping it straight out of his scalp. He quickly approaches the time keeper and demands they move out of their chair, the portly chap doing so as fast as he can. Adams snatches up the steel mass and turns, throwing the chair over the ropes into the ring.
Douglas: Oh no, Jackson having a meltdown here.
Mayne: No he’s not, maybe he’s just setting up the ring for a game of musical chairs?
Jackson grabs Kaily by the hair and forces her screaming out of her chair before scooping it up then throwing it into the ring. His flustered, furious frame approaches the ring, grabbing the tarp, throwing it into the air while reaching beneath the squared circle. He grabs another chair and pitches it over the cables before slamming the sides of his fists against the apron repeatedly. Its clear that he has snapped, imploding here while grabbing the microphone that Kaily has dropped then rolling under the ropes.
Adams: That’s it, I’ve had e-fucking-nough of this bullshit!
Adams rises to his feet, storming back and forth in the ring while his chest heaves and his shoulders raise repeatedly to his ears.
Jackson: I’m Jackson Adams! Jackson Adams!! I don’t deserve this type of ridiculous treatment. This was suppose to be a new era, yet I’m faced with the same redundant shit that has constantly plagued me throughout my tenure here. I worked my ass off from day one, for what? To be put in a five way clusterfuck with people who have no right to be standing in the ring with me? I’m Jackson Adams, Jackson Adams! That’s a marquee name that is being disrespected by being placed in the opening contest to the IWC. This is ridiculous. I go from wrestling a show stealing match against that big dumb retard that is AWOL, to facing four people who will never amount to jack shit in this industry!
Steam almost seems to be shooting out of Jackson’s ears while his flesh becomes a bright shade of red.
Adams: I’m a main eventer, not a curtain jerker. I deserve better than this, much, much better. A man of my talents shouldn’t be subjected to this type of treatment. I’m with the Alpha Generation, I’m with the single greatest stable ever assembled, and yet I’m facing these fucking losers? I’ve been wrecking my body for years in this company, no matter if it’s name has changed or not, and this is how I’m repaid? Jackson Adams deserves better, and I’m not leaving this ring until I get it. AWOL! I know you were behind this, I know you had a hand in this shitty booking, so you get your ass out here right now.
The crowd begins to scream, realizing that Adams is actually daring the General Manager to emerge from the back. He steps towards the ropes, glaring straight at the entry way with the microphone tightly clutched in the palm of his hand.
Jackson: I’m not leaving this ring until AWOL comes out here, and faces me mono a mono. Until he hears what I have to say without hiding in his little office like the tool that he is. If we need to pick up and finish what went unresolved at Paranoia IV, then let’s do it. Now come out here AWOL, before I walk back there and I find you myself!
With the message delivered, Adams tosses the mic down and extends his arms to his sides, backing up slowly. His eyes are focused furiously on the curtains, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the GM, who he pushed to the very limit at Paranoia IV.
Douglas: I cannot believe this one, Jackson Adams challenging the man who knocked him out at Paranoia to come out here and explain himself, possibly leading to part 2 in this bitter rivalry they’ve been waging for years now.
Mayne: Possibly? You know damn well that if AWOL comes to that ring he will possess no power of restraint, and he will go straight after Adams.
The furious Mr. Adams seems to be growing impatient, sinking his teeth into his curled lower lip, fuming over the fact that AWOL has yet to emerge from the back. He keeps shouting and baiting the Big Crazy Bastard to come out already before Orlando’s entrance music hits the PA system and causes many of the fans in the arena to explode into a wave of cheers. Jackson’s eyes open widely as a foul expression settles into his twisted features. Through the curtains emerges a very irritated looking Orlando Cruze, dressing in expensive clothing and shades but pint up with a great deal of tension.
Douglas: Oh my, Orlando is here and he is not looking very happy whatsoever.
Mayne: Hahaha, after what happened to him at Paranoia IV he shouldn’t be pleased whatsoever, but if wants some second helpings of what the Alpha Generation can dish out, then he need not look much further than the man standing in the ring.
Jackson looks somewhat anxious, his eyes cutting back and forth while Orlando marches towards the squared circle immediately, not taking the time to hang with the fans who are screaming at the sight of his scared, bandaged features. The Icon strides towards the ring with a very stoic, yet intense look about him before he jumps straight onto the apron, glaring through his shades at Jackson who is still located in the middle of the squared circle. Adams doesn’t know what to think, yet plants himself in a fighting stance before Orlando slips through the ropes into the ring. As soon as his feet hit the canvas, Adams drops to the ring and rolls under the ropes to the outside, bailing. The Icon turns and watches him leave, not very happy about this whatsoever while Jackson remains at ringside, holding up his palms and insisting that he doesn’t have a problem with the former three time World Heavyweight Champion. Orlando glares at him before snatching the microphone off the canvas that was dispatched by the illusive Adams.
Douglas: Look at this, Adams avoiding a conflict yet again.
Mayne: He just wrestled a match, do you honestly expect him to stay in there and fight again?
Dan: But you just said..... oh never mind, your logic does not resemble our Earth logic.
The tense, twisted Cruze continues to eye Adams at ringside while raising the microphone to his downward curled lips.
Orlando: Jackson, you piece of shit, I should have known you’d avoid fighting me. After all, the Alpha Generation is comprised of nothing more than a bunch of panty wearing fairies in the first place. But running won’t save you Jackson, because sooner or later I will get my hands on you, just like the rest of the Alpha Generation. That’s why I’m out here, to remind you, and everyone else that my new mission in life is the complete and utter eradication of the Alpha Generation until I have my hands around Desolation’s and Hurse’s throats, and the World title where it belongs, draped across my shoulder!
Spit flies from the twisted lips of Cruze, veins dancing about on his temples while his finger is cast in the direction of Adams. A snide, crude grin comes to Jackson’s face though, shaking his head as if not fearful of this threat whatsoever. The heavy breathing Cruze continues to point at Jackson before speaking in a deep tone again.
Cruze: There is not going to be a single, solitary Alpha Generation member, present, past, or future, that won’t endure my wrath. You guys have brought down hell itself upon you, and I will show no mercy until the Alpha Generation is dead and buried! You’ve awoken something in me that.....
I HOPE YOU’RE SATISFIED!
The fans in the stands unleash a huge ovation as through the curtains storms General Manager, apparently, AWOL. A very fierce glare inhabits his eyes as he emerges onto the stage, staring down Orlando in the ring, and Jackson just outside of it. His cruel features are centered upon while he storms towards the ring, the GM on a clear mission.
Mayne: And now AWOL is coming out here? How can this get any worse? Oh well, at least they’re cramming all the shit in one segment.
Douglas: The man who apparently is still GM, we’re not for sure on that yet as the owners still have yet to materialize, is making a straight line for that ring, and he doesn’t appear happy.
Billy: Why is AWOL even bothering to go through the motions? He doesn’t even know if he still has a job or not.
The Big Crazy Bastard continues towards the ring with a microphone gripped in his palm before he steps up onto the apron, holding the top rope to steady himself. The sunglasses have been plucked from Cruze’s nose and thrown across the ring while the GM steps over the ropes into the ring. He stares directly into the face of Orlando, both men exchanging a long glare. The GM taps the microphone several times with his fingers before raising it slowly to his lips.
AWOL: Um, pardon me for a second here, but I must ask, what the fuck are you thinking?
Cruze tilts his head and his tense eyes only further focus on AWOL, who all the while grows more apathetic.
Dan: An odd way to start a conversation.
Mayne: How would you know? You barely leave your parent’s basement.
The GM and the Icon continue to stare between one another while Adams remains outside the squared circle, cutting his attention between both men.
AWOL: Orlando, have you lost your God damned mind? Have you taken one too many shots to that old cranium of yours? Is your ability to produce cognitive thought slowly fading away?
Orlando: Get to the point AWOL, your not as clever as you think you are and your starting to bore me.
In a threatening manner, the Icon steps towards AWOL who doesn’t back down or shown even a slight indication of fear.
AWOL: Calm down Princess, and listen. I’m afraid I’m going to have to put the kibosh on your little quest to destroy the Alpha Generation, and any attempt on your part to chase the World Heavyweight Championship for a long while.
Orlando’s lower lip quivers with anger as he steps up closer to AWOL still.
Orlando: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT! That Championship belongs to me!
AWOL again raises his open palm and places it to Orlando’s sternum, pushing him back a little in a not conflictive manner.
AWOL: What I’m doing is for your own good Orlando. Because you don’t have any back up should you wage war against the AG, and frankly, I think you kind of suck.
The crowd responds with a long, drawn out “oh” while Orlando’s eyes fill with greater intensity than ever before.
AWOL: But don’t take that as an insult, because I honestly believe you can get better. But your not going to become better by getting your ass constantly kicked by the Alpha Generation. Therefore, for your own protection, and to help you learn what made you good in the first place I’m going to start you from the bottom, and make you work your way up to the top again. And then when I’m satisfied, and only when I’m satisfied that you no longer suck, I’ll grant you another opportunity at the World Heavyweight Championship, but until then your just going to have to prove yourself again. You’ve fallen out of touch with what made you good Orlando, whatever that was, and starting from the bottom is the only way to make you remember what made you talented in the first place. So deal with it.
A mixed reaction is heard from the fans while the GM turns to vacate the ring before Orlando grabs his arm, keeping him from leaving.
Orlando: Whoa, whoa, whoa!
The GM’s eyes shift to the hand gripping his arm before he looks up into the face of Cruze with a fury brewing in his features.
Douglas: Uh oh, AWOL making a major announcement here about Orlando being forced to start from the bottom again, and now the Icon physically accosting the General Manager as a result.
Mayne: AWOL is a pain in the ass to everyone, although I do agree with him sometimes.
The General Manager rises to a straight position while Orlando keeps his hand gripped around his arm.
Cruze: Do you think that’s it? Do you think you can waddle out here with your broken old brittle body, play with my future in this industry then walk to the back? There’s only one part of your moniker that’s correct, you are a bastard, AWOL, a fucking bastard! And if you think you can get away with what your pulling here by hiding behind your job, your full of shit.
Orlando lightly shoves the side of AWOL who steps back with a slight grin coming to his face. A smile is the farthest thing from Cruze’s features though.
Orlando: The only one who started sucking was you, AWOL. Which is exactly why you ran away when you started to get faced with actual challenges, which is precisely why you hide behind your GM role now. Admit it AWOL, your nothing more than a Big Crazy Pussy!
The fans react with a very loud mixed response as AWOL continues to smirk and rub at his jaw.
Douglas: Uh oh, I think AWOL is the last person you want to try and punk out.
Mayne: Hahaha, it’s about time someone started to speak the truth.
AWOL slowly begins to lift the microphone to his lips then smiles and allows it to spill through his fingers to the canvas below. Instead of talking he reaches up and begins to slowly remove his jacket, the crowd screaming while Orlando nods, smiling slightly. He also removes his coat, getting ready for a fight as the electricity in the air becomes very thick. Every fan is anxious to see these two go at it.
Mayne: Oh yes, here we go, AWOL and Orlando about to battle one another.
Douglas: If these two start fighting, there’s going to be no turning back. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.
Everyone is still screaming as the jackets are thrown down and AWOL begins to roll up his sleeves slowly, not taking his eyes off of Orlando who is limbering up for a fight. Suddenly the fans start screaming though as Adams drives a forearm into the back of AWOL, knocking him down to all fours before stomping away at him. Orlando begins to step towards Adams before he is clipped to the back of the knee by John Torretto who just entered the ring out of nowhere. Orlando spills onto his back, holding his leg in agony while Torretto begins to stomp his knee repeatedly.
Mayne: Hahaha, yes, yes, look at this, Adams assaulting AWOL, and Orlando’s opponent for later tonight, John Torretto getting him some of the Icon.
Douglas: We knew this was going to explode like a powder keg.
Billy: One more cliche analogy and I’m walking out.
The angry reaction continues to escalate as Adams drives his forearm over the back of AWOL repeatedly, Torretto kicking at Orlando’s leg over and over again. Jackson finally looks up, giving Torretto a look of disgust, before stepping towards him and grabbing his shoulder. Torretto is spun around to face Adams, who seems to have a problem with John trying to steal his spotlight. John shouts back at Adams, both men about to come to blows it seems before Jackson is taken down with a huge spear from AWOL. The Big Crazy Bastard got back up just in time to take down Jackson, crawling on top of him and driving his fist into his face repeatedly. Adams kicks both his legs, trying to escape, to push AWOL away before finally rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring. However, the GM is going right after him, diving feet first to the outside and running up furiously behind Jackson who was walking away with a smug grin on his face. AWOL grabs him and spins Jackson around before delivering an absolutely stiff chop directly to his sternum. Adams then reaches out and rakes both of AWOL’s eyes before kicking him straight to the testicles, the fans responding in outrage at the sight of the desperation move. With one swift kick to the family jewels, AWOL is effectively stunned, bending forward to grab his battered genitalia while Jackson quickly storms up the ramp.
Billy: Damn that AWOL, damn him to the darkest, stinkiest depths of hell.
Douglas: The GM is outraged by what just happened, Jackson obviously feeling that this issue between himself and AWOL is far from over.
Still hunched over and holding his testes, AWOL walks up the ramp, driven by rage to pursue Adams. Inside the ring Torretto is watching on with a grin, enjoying the sight of the brawl between the GM and Adams, not even noticing Orlando scooting up behind him. Cruze catches John around the thigh and rolls him over backwards, standing up and trying to step through his legs with the sharpshooter. The fans are screaming, everyone putting their hands together as referee Alex Ingelson rushes from the back, sliding into the ring. He motions for the bell, officially starting this match.
ORLANDO CRUZE VS. JOHN TORRETTO
Douglas: And we are on with Orlando Cruze vs. John Torretto.
Mayne: Cruze isn’t dressed to compete, but he’s going to lock up with Torretto anyhow. How good do you think he will be without his spandex though, Dan?
Dan: That’s probably a question you’ll have to ask him in private, Billy.
Cruze is still trying to force his leg through both of Torretto’s to apply the sharpshooter before John sits up, slugging at his knee repeatedly. He is striking the same limb he damaged with the from behind assault, causing Cruze to break the sharpshooter attempt and turn away from him. Shooting pains course through his knee and distract him as Torretto grabs the back of his pants, rolling him over in reverse into the school boy.
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Somehow the Icon launches his shoulder from the canvas in the nick of time, falling over onto his knees in the process. Just as he’s standing, Torretto is getting up in front of him and connecting with an absolutely brutal European Uppercut. The shot sends shockwaves of pain through Orlando’s teeth, and almost take them straight out of his mouth. He’s left staggering on the canvas before John turns, rushing into the cables in front of Cruze. Despite his size, Torretto jumps onto the middle rope with the grace of a cat before springing off and turning into a sprinboard twisting European Uppercut directly to Cruze’s face. The same throbbing agony comes from the dazed face of Cruze, who tumbles onto his back with the fans replying in shock. With Cruze down Torretto quickly crawls into the cover.
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Again Cruze gets his shoulder up, turning away from Torretto who spins around, placing his hand to the elbow of his opponent and driving knees down in between his shoulder blades. Orlando responds with groans as John drives another knee directly into his back, again causing the Icon to express his pain verbally. John stands up and grabs Orlando around the chin, rolling him to his feet and then taking him by the wrist. With a quick whip the Icon is sent rushing into the turnbuckle, hitting it hard back first then stumbling forward right into Torretto’s shoulder, who drops back into a northern lights suplex.
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With another groan Orlando kicks out of the pinning attempt, rolling to his hands and knees, trying to get to his feet. Yet Torretto is right there, kicking and stomping at his head, then taking him by the jaw, leading him to his feet. He delivers a quick kick to Cruze’s gut then grabs his wrist and whips him across the ring again. The Icon turns and hits the cables with his arms falling over them to the opposite side, John rushing in for a huge diving forearm. But Cruze ducks, burying his shoulder into Torretto’s gut and back dropping him over the top rope. John turns and comes crashing down with a big thud face first into the outside mats. He rises to his knees, very dazed by the impact while Orlando steps to the center of the ring, shaking his leg to get some feeling back into it. Anger crawls deep down inside of him as he steps towards the ropes, grabbing the top cable. Torretto stands up outside the ring when Orlando pulls himself over for the crossbody. John steps out of the way though, causing Orlando to land feet first on the apron, changing things up instead. He then turns towards and begins to charge across the apron at him before John tries to sweep his legs out from in front of him with a judo kick. Orlando jumps over his foot though, landing on the apron behind him as John turns around on the mats and watches Cruze dives off with a huge twisting back elbow to his sternum. The fans put their hands together and watch as both men crash into the mats hard.
Douglas: Some graceful agility being shown by Orlando Cruze, who seems to be the defacto fan favorite out here.
Mayne: These fans still love Orlando for his agility, switching teams doesn’t change that.
Dan: And we all know how much you enjoy switching teams Billy.
Billy: Great comeback Dan, you been working on your homosexuality metaphors lately?
With his knee still bothering him, Cruze stands, grabbing Torretto around the head and dragging him to his feet. Before John has time to respond he’s scooped up into the air and driven down hard into the mats with a quick scoop slam. Orlando, expensive designer pants and all slips into the ring and turns towards the ropes. He grabs hold of it and then pulls himself over with a huge senton splash to the outside across Torretto’s ribs. Everyone in the arena is screaming in joy while Orlando sits up on the mats, gripping his neck as if that move hurt him just as badly. John is kicking his feet and holding his ribs when Orlando kicks him to the sternum then leads him to his feet by cupping his armpit. The pumped up Orlando then grabs him by the wrist and whips him with all of his strength right at the barricade, Torretto turning and slamming into it hard against his spine. He winches in pain as Orlando steps in and kicks him to the gut, taking him by the wrist once again. He leads him down to the mats some and then whips him once more at another barricade. John ducks his head and slams so hard into the steel that he almost flips up and over it into the crowd. However, he just falls right on the back of his head across the outside mats. The front row fans scream and applaud the stiff impact Torretto’s head made with the barricade.
Even though his head is in dire condition, Torretto perseveres and rises to his feet, just in time to watch as an inpatient Orlando charges in with a running elbow. Torretto side steps him though, placing his hand to Cruze’s back, pushing him along into the barricade only for him to jump over it, landing feet first in the crowd. The fans clear out of the way as Orlando again displays his agility, then turns and jumps onto the barricade feet first for a springboard off the steel when John turns and sweeps his legs out from under him with a well timed judo kick. It hits with enough force to cause Orlando to fall forward with his knee striking the top of the barricade. The impact causes Orlando to flip forward and land hard across the mats, doing so awkwardly as he sits up, reaching for his leg in pain. His knee throbs, falling side first against the barricade while Torretto steps across the mats on his opposite side. He then turns around and rushes forward with a huge pump kick right into the face of Orlando, driving the side of his head into the barricade. The steel almost breaks away while Torretto steps in reverse, a wide smile crossing his face. He rolls into the ring, then out of it to break the official’s count, even though Ingelson was doing so very slowly, not wanting to disqualify either man.
Mayne: With two precise kicks Torretto has changed the pace of this match.
Douglas: Torretto’s judo kicks definitely being of great assistance this evening.
Orlando has fallen onto his back, blinking his eyes, perhaps brain damage being done after that kick while Torretto rolls him to his knees. He drags him to his feet and steps him towards the ring, rolling him in under the cables. Cruze gets to his hands and knees, trying to push himself up while Torretto steps onto the apron, and slingshots over top of it. On his way down he catches Cruze around the head and thigh, rolling him over sideways into a Mahistrial Cradle.
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Orlando kicks out, falling over onto his knees throughout the process before Torretto gets up and steps beside him. An elbow is dropped right into Orlando’s knee before Torretto rises and comes down with his own knee into the back of Cruze’s. Both impacts cause the depiction of pain on Orlando’s face to increase dramatically. He tries to push himself up again before Torretto grabs his leg, lifting it up high into the air before throwing it down directly into the canvas. Again Orlando yells in pain before Torretto steps over his leg, lifting it into the air while placing both his knees on opposite sides of it. He falls forward into the canvas, sandwiching Orlando’s leg between his knees and causing the Icon to unleash a loud roar of pain.
Torretto stands up quickly, or as fast as he can, grabbing Orlando’s ankle while pushing him over onto his back. He lifts the leg into the air and wraps his arm around his knee, applying what appears to be a reverse Boston Crab of sorts. He extends his foot out and places it beside the opposite hip before leaning forward with the leg hooked around his hip. Orlando is yelling in pain, pushing himself up onto his seat while throwing fists at Torretto’s face but missing. John just continues to hold onto the leg before stepping back and turning Cruze’s soul so that it is facing the canvas then dropping back with a DDT onto the leg. Again Orlando finds himself yelling at the top of his lungs, turning away from Torretto who stands, calling for the fans to show him support. They find themselves disgusted by the mere sight of him before John turns back to face Orlando, who is still holding his knee between his hands. With all his might he forces himself to his other knee, trying to stand up before Torretto kicks him to the leg he is favoring. The shot of pain that rushes through his body almost causes him to fall over before he tells himself to stand up. Orlando forces himself upward while John steps behind his back, burying his shoulder into his spine. He hoists Cruze into the air, only for the Icon to flip over backwards, landing on his feet behind him. Orlando limps badly after landing but quickly grabs Torretto’s shoulder, spinning him around and going for a kick to his gut. John catches the kick though and then falls sideways, connecting with a dragon screw that pulls Orlando down hard into the canvas with the use of his knee.
Mayne: More torture being inflicted on Orlando’s knee with a precisely timed dragon whip.
Douglas: I have to give Torretto props for consistently countering Orlando’s office thus far.
The whip causes Orlando to lie on his side, reaching for his leg while Torretto gets to his feet and stomps his knee again. He then grabs Cruze around the jaw, leading him up to his feet before hooking up his leg. He folds it over so that the back of his shoe is almost touching his hip, then lifts him into the air by holding onto his shin. He intends to drop him knee first right onto the front of Torretto’s leg but Cruze turns when lifted and slides over his head. Cruze wraps his arms around Torretto’s waist, rolling him up into the sunset flip.
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Torretto rolls backwards onto his knees then grabs Cruze’s leg, standing up while pinning his shin under his armpit. Desperately he tries to turn Orlando over into the Boston Crab it seems before Orlando begins to kick him repeatedly to the sternum. Somehow John holds on even when taking a shot straight to the forehead. Finally Orlando bends his legs forward enough to get them free from Torretto’s grasp while pushing his feet into his sternum. With a loud grunt he blocks the pain and pushes Torretto hard back first into one of the turnbuckles. John strikes it but remains standing while Orlando tries to get to his feet in the ring. Although his leg is killing him he stands while Torretto pulls himself up onto the second rope then flies off with a crossbody. Orlando turns but drops to the canvas to avoid it, causing Torretto to crash into the ring with great impact. So much so in fact that he springs up onto his feet while holding his ribs, and turning his back towards Orlando who stands up and steps behind him. He wraps his arms around Torretto’s waist and drops back with a huge German suplex.
There is a loud collision between the canvas and the back of Torretto’s head before Orlando rolls over in reverse, over top the spine of his opponent. He lands on his feet behind Torretto’s back while pulling him over into a backwards roll as well right to a standing base in front of him. Cruze hooks his arm in a half nelson then drops back with the suplex. The throw flips Torretto over in reverse, crashing across the back of his head and shoulder before Orlando rolls over sideways, pulling him along. He gets to his knees with John seated before him before agonizingly reaching his feet, dragging John with the half nelson still applied. The fans are all getting to their feet before John suddenly reaches back, wrapping his hand around Orlando’s battered knee, lifting up on it. Cruze begins to hop on one foot as Torretto turns to face him, just about to step in for another dragon screw before Orlando jumps, connecting with an enzugari to the back of John’s cranium. Torretto’s eyes roll to the back of his head before he turns, tumbling into the canvas face first. Orlando is down beside him before he crawls quickly into the cover.
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Torretto kicks out just in time, rolling to his side away from Orlando with his arm raised high above his groggy frame.
Mayne: Somehow Orlanjdo getting in some explosive offense on Torretto after that botched crossbody attempt.
Douglas: John took to flight but it definitely didn’t pay off for him this evening, even though he’s severally softened that knee up thus far.
Both men are starting to stand up before Orlando moves in with a hard closed fist to Torretto’s jaw. John is almost taken down to the canvas before he responds with an upward chop into Orlando’s sternum, almost knocking him over. John goes into another chop before Orlando side steps it and then moves in, wrapping his arm around Torretto’s neck and dropping back into a huge DDT. John is planted hard face first into the canvas before bouncing off onto his back. Again Orlando turns, crawling into the cover.
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John gets his shoulder from the canvas in time again, Orlando sitting up, flustered that he didn’t just earn the pinfall in this highly competitive bout. His expensive pants seem to be weighting him down as he rises to his feet, which proves to be quite the struggle with the pain in his knee. As soon as he stands up, John gets to his knees in front of him, crawling in quickly while wrapping his arms around the back of Orlando’s knee. He lifts up on his leg and causes Cruze to fall onto his back, John trying to stand up while holding onto the leg to lock in some type of submission, but Orlando is repeatedly bringing down the back of his other shoe into John’s skull. With Torretto somewhat dazed, Orlando sits up, grabbing one of his arms, slowly prying it apart from his leg then turning slowly, trying to lock in a crossface before. But John awakes and rises upright on his knees to elbow Cruze right to the face, causing him to roll away from Torretto. He begins to stand up when Torretto turns around behind him and dives forward for a chop block to the back of his leg. Orlando turns and jumps out of the way though, causing John to crash to the canvas beside him before Cruze drops down, wrapping his hands around Torretto’s jaw while putting the arm between his knees, applying the crossface. The fans are on their feet, going nuts over the sight of this, unable to contain their shock and pleasure at the sight of Torretto finding himself in Cruze’s crossface. However, he has one counter to make and he makes it effectively by beginning to push his trapped elbow down into the bottom knee of Cruze, the one he’s targeted. He does it several times before Orlando is forced to sit up, reaching for his leg while breaking the crossface. Torretto quickly stands beside him while wrapping his arms around that same battered knee, causing Cruze to fall onto his back before John rolls him to his gut, stepping over his leg with the Boston Crab. He sits down on the back of Orlando’s thigh, the Icon pushing himself to his elbows and yelling in extreme pain.
Dan: Another amazing counter by John Torretto, escaping the crossface by locking in the Boston crab!
Mayne: Impressive yes, effective yes, priceless indeed.
Dan: What?
With his elbows buried into the canvas beneath him, Orlando starts to drag himself in the direction of the ropes. He gasps in pain with each tug in the direction of the cables, which seem so very far away, yet not far enough for the determined Orlando to reach. John only sits down further on the knee and rears back with his upper half to further along the pain coursing through his leg. Orlando’s drive will not be stopped though, pulling himself towards the cables with whatever will power he has remaining in his very tired, battered frame. Finally his hand reaches out for the cables, just inches away from them before Torretto steps back to the center of the ring, dragging Orlando with him. Cruze scrapes and claws at the canvas, trying to stop this from happening before Torretto turns around, and drops down on top of Orlando’s back, wrapping his arm around his jaw to lock in the STF. Both Orlando’s head and very battered leg are placed in this submission, his pain further amplified by what his body just went through two weeks ago, his battle scars still littering his body. A tired Torretto, and an even further exhausted Cruze struggle against one another, caught in a conflict of will power. Orlando pushes himself to his elbows, eyeing those cables which again he perceives to be just within arms length when they are actually half way across the ring.
Douglas: Torretto has changed things up into the STF, will this time testing submission move be enough to warrant a tap out from the Icon?
Mayne: It might just be the trick that Torretto has pulled out under his sleeve for this match. It be cooler if it was a rabbit or something, but hey, this is just slightly less entertaining than that.
The fans jammed into this small venue, are on their feet, slapping the barricades while shouting at the top of their lungs for Orlando to escape the hold. Others pleading with Torretto break it out of kindness, but there’s an even slimming chance of that happening that Marisa Tomei winning another Oscar. Both men continue to struggle against one another while Orlando physically drags both his weight, and the girth of Torretto towards those cables. They get closer and closer with every desperate tug from Cruze, who agonizes in his pursuit for the ropes. With a loud roar he reaches out, his fingers just falling short of the cables. The crowd screams, realizing that may have been it while Torretto revels in this moment. But just then Orlando’s hand raises again and his fingers interlock about the bottom cable, causing John’s face to overwhelm with grief.
Mayne: Orlando has reached the ropes, Dan, John’s STF just not enough to put the Icon away.
Douglas: I can’t remember the last time we’ve seen Orlando tap out, this man is a fighter, an absolute fighter.
Billy: Of course he is, or he wouldn’t be getting paid.
The crowd is still clapping and cheering for Orlando who is gutting it out in this match even with a damaged leg, even after the brutality he endured inside the Weapon’s Lair. He holds onto the top ropes, using them to begin forcing himself up to his feet. Although his leg is killing him he stands up only for Torretto step in, connecting with a hard kick to the back of his knee. Orlando almost falls over from the impact before John gets almost in a boxing position and steps in with another kick right to the back of it. Cruze falls sternum first into the top rope to keep himself upright, desperately holding on no matter what pains his leg is subjected to. Torretto grabs Orlando around the thigh of his damaged leg now and turns him around to face the ring with his back pressed to the cables. With a twist of his body, Torretto extends one arm out to his side then swings in with a stiff, brutal European Uppercut right to the back of Orlando’s thigh. The fans react with shock as the sheer impact causes Cruze to be knocked up and over the ropes with his leg in the air before he turns, falling onto the apron back first.
Mayne: A European Uppercut to the back of the leg!
Dan: Your not alone in your genuine disbelief, Billy. I don’t think my eyes have ever seen anything quite like that before.
Cruze remains on his side on the apron, holding the cables and desperately trying to pull himself back up to his feet. He gets them beneath him, battered one and all while Torretto stands up in the ring then rushes in with a baseball slide dropkick aimed at the ankle of his beaten leg. Orlando lifts it into the air though, avoiding the baseball slide while Torretto falls under the cables due to his momentum and lands on the mats feet first behind Cruze who turns around. Before John has time to respond, Orlando jumps off the apron and catches him around the neck, swinging around into a huge tornado DDT right onto the mats. Torretto flips over onto his posterior, the crowd going nuts over what they just witnessed, the incredibly agile move just performed by the already agonizing Orlando. After the collision Torretto sits up, holding his leg and trying to endure the pain while forcing himself up to his feet. With sweat streaming down his features and his knee in terrible shape, Orlando gets to his feet, falling against he apron for support. Even after the hard head first impact with the mats, Torretto begins to stand up, slowly turning towards Cruze who steps away from the apron. He shoots his arm across John’s sternum then hoists him into the air with the Rock Bottom directly onto the thin protective mats. Another loud cheer arises from the crowd, shocked by the fact that John was just driven so violently into the mats, his body laid completely out now with Orlando at his side.
Billy: Wow, the Rock Bottom on the outside mats!
Douglas: These two are hitting each other with everything that they’ve got in what has been a tremendous match thus far.
Orlando pushes himself up to a crawling base beside him, still wincing from the pain that runs through his leg.
Fans: ORLANDO, ORLANDO, ORLANDO!
The mention of his name being chanted from the fans seems to begin reawakening Cruze, who raises his head to look around at all those screaming his name, those he turned on many months ago. He swallows hard and forces himself up to his feet with Ingelson in the ring, still making a ten count to disqualify one or either of them. John is completely sprawled out over the mats, his eyes hazy, blinking sporadically as he tries to wake up. Orlando rolls into the ring under the ropes, getting onto his back and appearing absolutely spent thanks to this match.
Referee: 4, 5, 6, 7....
Somehow Torretto turns towards the ring, getting to his elbows and knees while crawling desperately for the apron, yet his battered torso holds him back from doing so very quickly.
Douglas: This match may end with Torretto getting counted out.
He seems almost incapable of reaching the ring before the official can make the ten count after the way his head hit the mats and his body was driven into them with the Rock Bottom, yet he persists onward. Orlando turns onto his side, sweating heavily and reaching for his leg as John grabs the tarp hanging from the apron, pulling himself up it with all his remaining energy.
Referee: 8.......9.......
Somehow Torretto pulls himself up onto his knees on the apron, keeping the official from reaching ten. Ingelson ensures that this match is continuing by checking Torretto who pushes him away and starts to stand up on the apron with the assistance of the cables. As soon as he gets up, Orlando rises and steps in front of him only for Torretto to bend forward, driving his shoulder directly into Cruze’s gut. The Icon is doubled over thanks to the impact before John stands up straight, still holding onto the top rope then pulling himself over, again showing tremendous agility. He tucks his head and rolls over Orlando’s back right onto his feet behind him before charging into the cables. He builds some speed, bouncing off the opposite ropes and coming back in before Cruze spins around and steps forward, right as John slaps his knee to go for the big boot. But Orlando steps in, shooting his arm across John’s sternum then lifting him into the air before driving him down to the canvas with a second Rock Bottom. Every person packed into this small structure start to erupt into cheers, jumping up and down, acting like absolute fools as Orlando scores with his Rock Bottom again, this time in the ring, and avoiding the big boot of Torretto in the process.
Dan: Another Rock Bottom by Cruze!
Mayne: He’s got to have it after that one, there’s no way Torretto is getting back up after being hit with a second Rock Bottom. The first one was violent enough.
Right after his body hit the canvas, Torretto begins to instinctively roll across the canvas then spill under the ropes to the outside of the ring. Orlando is much too exhausted and engulfed in pain through the knee to give pursuit while Torretto lands on his back on the outside mats. He is completely sprawled out across them, a very groggy glint inhabiting his eyes while he lies there, almost completely motionless, just like Orlando in the ring. The official turns and steps to the ropes, starting a ten count again on Torretto.
Dan: Torretto escaping the ring before Cruze could go for a pin, which I suppose was a very smart move.
Mayne: It will be smart if he can get his ass back in the ring.
The referee continues his ten count on Torretto, who is still not moving on the outside mats.
Ref: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.....
Somehow John begins to sit up, sweating profusely while glaring in the direction of Cruze, who is resting on his knees, demanding he get into the ring. John starts to rise to his feet now, reaching for his throbbing back throughout the process.
Mayne: Is Torretto going to beat the ten count?
Dan: He’s on his feet, there’s a good chance he can.
The exhausted, battered Torretto starts to make his way towards the ring, reaching out to grab the apron before he stands up straight. His feet are planted beneath him before he reaches up for the cables.
Ref: ...7, 8, 9...
John again tries to pull himself up onto the apron but slips and tumbles onto his back on the outside mats, unable to get back up after those two Rock Bottoms.
Ref: 10!
The crowd is going nuts, celebrating the fact that Orlando has won this match, albeit via count-out. Sweat glistens on the Icon’s exhausted frame while glaring at the very tired Torretto, who is still trying to get up on the outside of the ring. He rolls to his side, outraged that he was counted out before he could get back into the ring.
Douglas: Torretto counted out after an intense one on one match, where John almost forced the Icon to submit on several occasions.
Mayne: I think a rematch may be in the cards between these two down the line, after this match failed to end properly.
Many of the fans are having a mixed reaction now after what they just witnessed, several of them unsettled by the crummy finish. Torretto gets to his knees on the outside of the ring, holding the back of his cranium and eyeing Cruze in the ring with great frustration. Orlando starts to stand up, hobbling a bit though while locking his sights on the man he defeated thanks to a count out just when it seemed he had a legitimate victory in hand. John rises slowly to his feet and begins to back up the ramp, glaring furiously in the direction of Orlando.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BORING
A loud ovation cuts through the arena at the sight of Aurora Rose, her enchanting features turning back and forth while marching through the lockeroom. She seems to be impatient, as if waiting for something very anxiously while running her hands through her long blond hair. It gets tangled in her fingers almost due to pulling it and stringing it along so much before she stops using it to consume her time. She just continues to pace now, twiddling her thumbs, moving back and forth in front of a collection of lockers at her side, some spaced out slightly with bags positioned on a bench between them.
Hey Aurora, funny seeing you here.
The crowd has a loud reaction at the sight of Seth Owens materializing from off screen, making his way into the forefront of the camera as he briefly overlooks Aurora who spins quickly around to face him. She forces a smile and places her hands to his sternum while stepping in. As per response, Seth leans in for a kiss only for Aurora to turn her head away, as if conflicted by something. Owens places his hand under her jaw and pulls her head up to stare into his face.
Seth: Aurora, what’s wrong?
Rose bats her eyes and tries to hide what’s plaguing her by cupping her hand over her face but Seth won’t rest until he’s gotten to the bottom of her frustrations. As he tilts his head and looks into her eyes it seems to dawn on him what’s causing her such angst.
Owens: Did that son of a bitch call you again?
Even though she seems reluctant to drag him into the situation or give him more to think about than need be, especially considering they have a match later tonight, she can’t help but to vent.
Aurora: Yes....
Seth: How come you haven’t changed your number yet?
Rose: I plan to, but listen, these calls are starting to get really creepy.
Seth’s intention is peaked by this influx of startling information, crossing his arms over his sternum.
Owens: How so?
There is a bit of awkwardness in the air between them, Aurora unsure of how to relate the dirty message she’s been receiving from an obscene caller to him.
Seth: Tell me what that son of a bitch said, Aurora.
Seth seems to be becoming more and more agitated the longer he waits for a response, realizing the caller must have said something truly unnerving to her. Aurora is about to speak up and enlighten him finally before....
Yawwwwwnn...
Both Owens and Aurora turn with speculative eyes to stare straight at Pat Evans, who is standing just a few feet away from them. He is stretching his arms behind his sweaty head while still unleashing one long, drawn out yawn. His expression of dreariness seems to offend the two gathered in front of him, Seth turning in a somewhat threatening manner to face Evans.
Seth: Can I help you?
Pat cups his mouth while finishing out the over dramatic yawn.
Pat: Yes, for starters the two of you can stop talking because your boring the living shit out of me. Secondly, you sluts can get out of my way so I can get my bags, pick up my paycheck and get the hell out of here as fast as I can so I don’t have to be subjected to this level of boredom any further.
Aurora’s eyes bat repeatedly while she turns to face Owens, who is taken aback by the comment. Strangely a small smile seems to settle on his face while he turns towards Aurora, who is about to step forward and say something.
Aurora: Who the hell do you think your talking to...?
Before she can go on Seth places his hand over Aurora’s mouth, holding her back while she struggles to get free and at Evans. Pat doesn’t budge one bit, in fact the whole displays seems to make him all the more drowsy.
Owens: Calm down now Aurora, the man made a civilized request, so let’s give him what he wants and let him be on his way. Which one of these bags are your’s sir?
Evans sporadically blinks his eyes and turns enough to stare around him at the collection of bags positioned on the bench between the lockers. He extends his finger towards the bigger, more expensive one as Owens takes his hand off Aurora’s mouth.
Seth: Oh please sir, let me get that for you.
Owens lifts the bag into the air with Aurora watching on, greatly confused by all this. The bag is extended out towards Evans who begins to take hold of it when Seth turns it upside down. It is unzipped, causing the contents within to start spilling out all over the floor, rather it be an electric shaver, his clothes, or other personal items. They all tumble out onto the floor in one great big pile with Seth even shaking the bag now to lock lose any other belongings that may be stuck inside. Aurora smirks while Seth drops the bag on top the other items and raises his hand to his mouth.
Owens: Oops, it slipped.
The silent Evans continues to look down at all his personal belongings spread out across the floor. He shows no emotion whatsoever, remaining stoic as his eyes raise to take in the sight of both Seth and Aurora smiling as they stand side by side. He doesn’t respond, he doesn’t even flinch or show one sign of anger as Seth interlocks his arms around Aurora’s.
Aurora: Well, it was nice talking to you, but I’m afraid we’ve got something more boring to do, like beating someone in the ring.
Seth chuckles as he and Aurora turn, walking away, Rose purposely stepping on top of Evans’ belongings as they walk away. They don’t even look back while vacating the dressing room as Evans slowly turns, watching them walk off in an act of defiance. As they leave Evans’ cold, emotionless eyes follow them.
BITCHCAKES MCPHEE VS. JON RICH
LEAGUE TITLE MATCH
The screen begins flashing with the beat of "Unbreakable" by Bon Jovi. The fans jump to their feet and watch as Jon walks from the back, smile on his face and the League title around his waist. He points to the fans as he steps on the stage. He stands dead center, drops to both knees, crosses his arms and lowers his head before snapping the arms outward and snapping his head back with a scream as the pyros from the screen begin to shoot off. He hops to his feet and jogs the isle, slapping the hands of the fans before sliding into the ring. He gets to his feet, runs to the corner, and taunts the fans.
Dan: Well, regardless of some unusual antics backstage we’re in the ring now, ready for a League title match, the first title defense in IWC history.
Mayne: How dare a ULW:R championship be the first belt put on the line here in IWC. Oh well though, at least we get to see a complete and utter idiot who’s killed his brain cells and can barely wrestle compete, and Bitchcakes McPhee too.
The sound of a beer can opening and being poured echoes through the P.A. Systems and the Crowd begins to go nuts. As the opening verse of BEER! by Psychostick begins to play, Bitchcakes McPhee stumbles out from behind the curtain and waddles down the entrance ramp, slapping every last hand of fans he sees.
"I drink beer because it's good.
I drink beer because I should.
If there was a song to sing.
I'd sing it and beer you'd bring.
I drink beer when I am sad.
Cuz the beer it makes me glad.
Now there is nothing more to sing.
So let's go drink beer."
Bitchcakes rolls into the ring just before the chorus begins, and begins to get the fans involved in singing the chorus of the song with him.
"Beer is Good, Beer is Good, Beer is good, and Stuff! BEER! BEER
Beer is Good, Beer is Good, Beer is good, let's go drink some
BEER!
BEER!
BEER!
BEER!
BEER! BEER!
BEER! BEER!
BEER!"
After the rowdy chorus Bitchcakes ascends the turnbuckles and drunkenly falls off, before doing a few stretches waiting for the bell to ring.
Douglas: Bitchcakes McPhee now here Billy, and we’re ready, raring to go for this League Title Match.
Mayne: What a shame that the first IWC title match is contested between these two guys. It’s a true waste of a historic moment.
Dan: I couldn’t disagree with you anymore Billy. This is a great one on one match between two former ULW:R competitors, giving them both a big chance of shine here this evening.
The bell rings while inside Bitchcakes McPhee is staggering a bit, utilizing the ropes to keep himself steady while doing a ballerina style squat thrust, even placing the tips of his fingers on the top of his head while bending at the knees several times. Jon is limbering up by swinging his arms, eyeing McPhee then giving a rather smug grin towards the laughing crowd. Finally they both stop stretching and move towards one another, Rich the first to begin extending his hand as a sign of respect. McPhee eyes the palm of Jon Rich then rears smiles, pointing between himself and the League Champion. He then grabs Rich’s hand and pulls him forward into a huge bearhug, engulfing Jon’s frame with his massive arms. McPhee is hugging him tightly in his arms, lifting him up off his feet while Jon tries to maintain a stoic expression, finally being lowered back down. He steps away from McPhee and holds his palms out as Bitchcakes steps forward to lay a big wet kiss on him.
McPhee: But I thought we were buds now. Buds cuddle all the time.
Jon shakes his head, insisting quite that he will not partake in cuddling with Bitchcakes before McPhee sighs and lowers his head. He then shrugs his shoulders and launches a huge right hand into the side of Jon’s face, staggering him then chopping Rich hard across the sternum. The crowd starts to cheer over the way this match has gotten started as McPhee jabs him repeatedly to the jaw, knocking him back first against the cables then taking him by the wrist. He whips Rich across the ring only for Jon to turn, placing the breaks on the move and pulling McPhee forward into a quick side headlock. The League Champion is holding on tightly before Bitchcakes places his hands to his back and shoves him off across the ring into the opposite cables. He bounces off and comes rushing back into a huge shoulder take down by McPhee, driving him violently into the canvas. Bitchcakes then turns and rushes into the cables at Jon’s side, bouncing off while coming back in quickly. Jon rolls towards him onto his gut, causing McPhee to have to hop over him as he continues into the opposite cables. He bounces off when Rich gets to his feet then leap frogs him when he comes back in, McPhee rushing into the cables behind his back. He ricochets off them when Jon turns and jumps into the air, going for a huge dropkick, however, Bitchcakes has wrapped his arms around the top rope. He keeps himself from coming back in as Jon collapses hard onto his back, McPhee quickly stepping in and bending forward into the back of the champion’s knees, pinning his shoulders down to the canvas.
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Jon kicks out, rolling over backwards in the process before McPhee steps forward and wraps his arm around his throat. He has Rich trapped in the front gantry while some of the fans clap, McPhee looking around excited that he has this submission expertly established. However, Rich won’t be held down for long, slowly getting his feet beneath him and then spinning around out of the submission, getting behind Bitchcake’s back, while locking his arm in the hammerlock.
Dan: Some textbook wrestling right here from the get go between these two.
Mayne: I hardly think hugging another man is considered textbook in a wrestling match.
Dan: Well, I guess you’ve never seen many of the independent promotions hailing from San Francisco.
An agitated, yet still grinning McPhee tries to pluck his arm free from the grasp of Rich, bending forward to escape it before Jon releases the hold then steps to his side, wrapping Bitchcake’s head up in the side headlock again. McPhee tries to free himself before he places his hands to Rich’s back, shoving him off across the ring straight into the cables in front of them. Rich bounces off and comes back in before Bitchcakes moves forward for another shoulder block, this time though the champion drops down into a baseball slide between McPhee’s legs, ending up behind him. McPhee bends forward to catch him while Jon gets up behind his back and quickly shoves him off him off into the cables. The rotund frame of Bitchcakes bounces off the cables before he comes rushing back in at Jon, throwing a lariat that Rich ducks under then continuing across the ring. He bounces off the opposite ropes and rushes in again only for Rich to jump into the air, connecting with a hard dropkick right to his face. Both men land on the canvas, but Jon quickly flips forward, standing on his head then nipping up onto his feet from his cranium. The crowd erupts as he slugs his sown sternum and steps forward with clinched fist, Bitchcakes rolling across the ring and spilling under the ropes to the outside.
He begins to throw punches wildly in the air, looking for his opponent, but not finding him until he turns towards the crowd. He rips a cap off a fans head then shoves it in their face, still highly disorientated after that stiff dropkick as Rich steps towards the cables. He grabs the top rope and pulls himself over into a huge crossbody at McPhee who reaches out and catches him across his sternum. The crowd starts to scream as McPhee drops back into a fall away slam that throws Rich spine first hard into the barricade. The entire arena is shocked by the violent collision of Rich’s frame into the steel, arching his spine while he lies on his side.
Mayne: Hahaha, yes, now this is what I like to see. I heard this division had relaxed rules, it’s about time we see that!
Douglas: Only you can get off on the fact that a man could possibly be seriously injured.
Mayne: Just as long as that man is Jon Rich.
Still staggering about, McPhee falls forward into the ring apron, that same inhebriated, confused expression settled over his features. He reaches down and grabs the tarp hanging from the apron, throwing it up into the air then reaching under the ring. The crowd starts to scream as he slides a table out from under the squared circle then delicately lifts it into the air, placing it on the apron before pushing it into the ring. He turns quickly towards Jon Rich sitting up against the barricade, the champion still unable to defend himself as McPhee starts to pat him reassuringly on the head. Right after comforting Rich, McPhee slaps him hard across the face, causing a very disorientated expression to settle into his features. The crowd reacts with a groan as they heart the collision, McPhee returning to his business though. He grabs another table and slips it out from under the ring, the fans reacting with great delight as Bitchcakes starts to set it up on the ringside mats. He then turns towards Rich who is trying his best to pull himself up by utilizing the barricade, stepping towards him to finish his devious plot, whatever it may be. Before he can though, Jon slugs him to the face and then kicks him hard to the knee. McPhee starts to back up, staggering a bit by both the collisions and his own drunken stupor. Somehow he plants himself though as Jon turns and jumps on top of the barricade feet first before springing off. He spins around to face McPhee in mid-air before he is caught by Bitchcakes and turned into a huge scoop slam hard across the thin protective mats at ringside. The fans react with a wave of both cheers and shock as Rich again arches his spine from the ground and tries to sit up after the stiff impact. McPhee steps forward and kicks him hard to the back of his head before grabbing him by the hair and rolling him to his knees. He drags him up to his feet and pulls him towards the table before rolling him on top of it then slapping him on the sternum.
Bitchcakes: STAY!
Rich is completely laid out on the table, still feeling the effects of both collisions his spine just took with the barricade as well as those thin mats. McPhee’s pain seems to be dulled by alcohol consumption though, while he steps towards the apron but makes sure to turn back to check on Rich. He steps towards him before reassuring himself that he’s still there then climbing up onto the apron. He almost falls off after becoming disorientated but steadies himself and makes his way towards the turnbuckle, briefly slipping into the ring in order to start climbing it. A buzz begins to fill the arena as Bitchcakes gets closer and closer to the top rope.
Douglas: No, no way!
McPhee gets to the very top rope with Jon positioned on the table below before he no longer thinks about it and takes flight. He soars through the air with an extension of his arms and legs and comes down with a big splash right through the table, Rich rolling out of the way in the nick of time. The fans are screaming as the wood shatters to pieces around his hefty frame, his body connecting with the mats as well as he now lies a drunken, unconscious mess.
Mayne: Ohhh, that’s exactly why fat men shouldn’t fly!
Douglas: I think Bitchcakes may have just really hurt himself and proven why it’s so dangerous to drink and fly.
Fans: IWC, IWC, IWC!!
Bitchcakes is still motionless while Rich rests back first against the barricade, taking deep breaths. He finally steps towards McPhee and stomps him to the back of the head, then does it once again. He falls to his knees beside Bitchcakes and pushes him over onto his back before falling into a hook on his leg. Referee Chester Princeton vacates the ring and drops down making the count.
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No! Somehow McPhee gets his shoulder up to the shock of the crowd. Rich rises to his knees, eyeing the referee in absolute shock over the fact that he didn’t just retain his League Championship. He quickly rises to his feet though and stomps McPhee right to the face, then jumps into the air, coming down with his boot into the bridge of the big man’s nose. Rich steps towards the ring quickly, sliding in under the ropes while favoring his back throughout the process, then moving quickly towards the table that McPhee slid in earlier. He begins to set it up as quickly as he possibly can, getting its legs beneath it and then turning towards McPhee on the outside. Somehow, even after crashing and burning through the table, Bitchcakes is trying his best to get to his feet, just now starting to plant them beneath him. The official implores McPhee not to get up, to throw in the towel, but Bitchcakes won’t listen as he turns towards the ring just in time to spot Rich flying over the ropes. He comes down back first into McPhee’s shoulder with the senton pancha. Both men are knocked down to the mats with the fans putting their hands together. The League Champion turns away from his drunken opposition and then rises to his feet before approaching McPhee, who is somehow getting to his feet again. Rich slugs the glutton for punishment then kicks him hard to the side of the face, trying to take him back down, yet somehow Bitchcakes is staying upright. Jon grabs him around the neck and pulls him to his feet before dragging him towards the ring and rolling him under the cables, then climbing onto the apron himself. McPhee ends up on his hands and knees in the ring, crawling across it while Rich reaches under the squared circle, pulling out a steel chair that gets a rousing response from the crowd. With his opponent crawling in the ring, trying to stand up, Rich jumps onto the apron then climbs the nearby turnbuckle, getting to the top rope. He ensures that Bitchcakes is down then dives off, sticking the chair under his leg and dropping it straight across the back of McPhee’s head. The drunken warrior crashes face first into the ring with the chair and Jon’s weight coming down hard right across the back of his cranium. The crowd is screaming at the sight of this before Rich throws away the chair then crawls quickly into the cover again.
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Again McPhee kicks out somehow, getting his shoulder from the canvas in an ultimate display of defiance while Rich sits up, flabbergasted that his opponent will not stay down. He does not allow this to deter him though, grabbing the chair and placing it on top of McPhee’s sternum before rushing into the cables. He bounces off and comes back in before jumping into the air, going into a forward flip before crashing down hard back first across the chair as well as McPhee, who goes into convulsions on the canvas as a result. Rich holds the back of his neck before rising to his feet and approaching the slowly trying to stand McPhee. He kicks him to the side of the head, and then grabs him around the back of his noggin, beginning to rifle off repeated forearm strikes right into the side of his face. The shots almost knock McPhee down to the canvas before John places him in a front gantry, dragging him to his feet and snapping off with a crisp vertical suplex with the float over into the pin.
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McPhee again gets his shoulder off the canvas, somehow remaining in this contest after the brutality his portly frame has endured. The intense Jon Rich gets to his feet and approaches the steel chair, grabbing hold of the weapon that has assisted him greatly in this contest thus far in dishing out the punishment on McPhee. Bitchcakes is laid out on the canvas for a change, this time not moving as Rich approaches the corner, slipping through the ropes onto the apron with the chair in hand. He steps up the ropes with the fans again starting to rise to their feet, realizing that he’s about to take flight. As soon as he plants his feet on the top rope he sticks the chair under his elbow and dives off, soaring across the ring, going for the flying elbow with the steel mass added to further the brutality of the impact. He connects, straight with the canvas, McPhee getting out of the way in the nick of time, and leaving Rich seated on the canvas, holding his elbow while roaring in pain. McPhee stands up slowly, trying to get his feet beneath him and capitalize on this opportunity before he approaches Rich and kicks him hard to the spine. Jon arches his back, gritting his teeth in pain before McPhee grabs him around the head, rolling him to his knees and then underhooking both of his arms. He drags Rich to a standing position and then drops back with a huge release double arm suplex that flips the champion over, sending him crashing hard into the canvas. McPhee rolls away from him to a crawling base before approaching the steel chair quickly.
Douglas: Rich went for an all or nothing move there and it most certainly did not pay off.
Mayne: It’s given Bitchcakes McPhee the opportunity that he needs to get back into this match.
An agonizing Rich tries to force himself to his feet, while holding his arm, which seems to be injured while McPhee is busy setting up the chair in the middle of the ring. He turns around to face Rich now who moves in and slugs Bitchcakes right to the jaw, before following it up with a spinning back fist straight to his cranium. McPhee is staggered before Rich goes for another spinning back fist only for Bitchcakes to duck it, stepping around behind his back. As soon as Rich turns around, McPhee catches him around the waist, looking for a belly to belly suplex. However, Jon quickly launches his knee upward into Bitchcakes’ ample gut, doubling him over. Jon then delivers a vicious European uppercutt right to his jaw, staggering McPhee, almost knocking him down yet not quite doing the job. He steps in and delivers another European Uppercut before McPhee side steps it and swings around behind Rich’s back, hooking the arm that was coming at his jaw and hooking the other one as well. He goes for a back slide only for Rich to flip over completely and land on his feet right in front of McPhee to the shock of the fans then charge in with a lariat that Bitchcakes ducks under. Rich turns around and walks right into his opponent’s shoulders, McPhee standing up with him caught in a fireman’s carry before he swings him around into a TKO diamond cutter that drops Jon face first directly into the set up chair. The sound of skull connecting with steel echoes throughout the arena while Rich bounces off, dropping onto his back and McPhee remains seated on the canvas, catching his breath after such a high impact move.
The look on Rich’s features is a very groggy one, his eyes dazed and his jaw hanging slightly open while the crowd is screaming, jumping in excitement. Bitchcakes turns and crawls into the cover, hooking Rich’s leg.
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Rich shoots his shoulder from the canvas, somehow kicking out in the nick of time even after being driven so violently into the steel. The hefty drunken warrior rises to his feet, stumbling a bit in the process and taking hold of the hair sprouting out from Rich’s battered cranium, rolling him onto his knees. He takes him by the wrist and drags him to his feet before whipping him across the ring right into the turnbuckle hard back first. His arms fall over the ropes before McPhee turns and charges in with a great burst of speed before he engulfs Rich with his girth, connecting with a huge big splash in the corner. Rich’s eyes begin to flutter and roll to the back of his head while he almost falls out of the corner, McPhee stepping backwards to the center of the ring, pressing his advantage. He comes charging in once again for another big splash before Rich gets both his boots up straight into his face. They strike McPhee right under the jaw, causing him to stagger in reverse before the League Champion drags himself up the turnbuckle backwards, standing on the second rope. Although dazed he takes flight, soaring straight at McPhee who suddenly reaches out and catches him. Rich drops to his feet in front of him before Bitchcakes drops back into a huge belly to belly suplex, flipping Jon over, sending him flying across the ring back first into the canvas.
Mayne: Hahaha, Bitchcakes continuing to dominate Jon Rich. This is a hilarious site to behold. Teach him his place in the world Bitchcakes.
Douglas: I cannot believe your actually cheering McPhee. The last time he was here you spent most the time berating him.
Billy: Bitchcakes is the lesser of two evils in this case.
A very tired Jon Rich sits up, trying to force himself up to his feet before McPhee scoots up behind him on his knees, then locks in a sleeper hold. His massive arms are crossed in front of Jon’s throat, squeezing the life out of his cranium throughout the process. All the energy begins to fade from Jon’s already tired body before McPhee takes one of his arms away and sticks his finger straight up Rich’s nose. Jon tries to blow it out of his nose repeatedly with whatever wind he has left in his lungs before McPhee takes the nostril gold he has collected from Rich’s nose and begins to put it in the League Champion’s mouth. Jon spits and tries desperately to free himself, kicking his legs as Bitchcakes mines for more nostril gold and deposits it on the tongue of his opponent. The Champion spits out to the best of his ability before a smiling Bitchcakes pushes him down to the canvas then falls into the cover.
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McPhee: Quit yelling at me! Your not my daddy! Are you?
The official defiantly shakes head no, while McPhee turns towards Rich who has gotten to a single knee, holding his slightly bloodied ear. As soon as McPhee starts to step in Rich gets up, burying his shoulder into Bitchcakes’ gut, then hoisting him into the air, dropping him down crotch first right onto his knee. Bitchcakes doubles over, reaching for his testicles before Jon gets to his feet and throws repeated forearm strikes right into the side of his face. The crowd is rallying behind Rich who responds with forearm after forearm into McPhee’s cranium, knocking him backwards throughout the process. Unable to defend himself, Rich slaps one of his cheeks, then does the same to the other, connecting with stiff strikes. He turns and rushes backwards into the cables with Bitchcakes disorientated, bouncing off the ropes and coming back in with a huge roaring forearm. Right before he can connect McPhee drops down to his knees and places his face to the canvas, interlocking his hands in front of the top of his head, praying. Several of the fans start to cheer or laugh while Rich places his hands on his hips, observing the crowd and his opponent then rushing into the cables at his side. He bounces off and comes rushing back in at McPhee, diving forward into a basement dropkick right to the side of his opposition’s features. The stiff impact knocks Bitchcakes over onto his back with Rich rolling across the canvas to his feet then charging into the ropes again. He bounces off and comes rushing in with a quick leg drop across McPhee’s throat, causing his legs to klick into the air. Jon rises to his feet with his body inflamed with pain before he turns towards McPhee and raises his clinched fist, falling with it directly into the face of his opponent. Bitchcakes begins to flop on the canvas again before Jon rolls across the canvas to his knees, sweating profusely but getting the firm advantage in this contest.
Billy: Dammit, I should have known that Bitchcakes’ drunken hijinks would eventually ruin his chances.
Douglas: I don’t think that was the case, Billy, Jon just spotting a momentary weakness and capitalizing on it.
Bitchcakes slowly starts to ascend to his feet before Rich steps in and kicks him hard with a vicious shin strike directly to the face. The shot echoes throughout the arena while McPhee stands up straight, swinging his arms, trying to keep himself upright though before Rich chops him brutally to the sternum. Bitchcakes staggers from the chop before Rich charges into the cables at his side, bouncing off and coming back in while his back throbs with pain. As he charges in, Bitchcakes turns his side towards him and then reaches out, catching Jon under his arm, hoisting him into the air for the sideslam. Rich pushes himself up and over his shoulder though, flipping over it really and landing on his feet right behind McPhee. Jon almost loses his footing but charges in only for McPhee to turn and kick him to the gut hard, doubling him over. McPhee then looks out over the crowd who start to scream.
McPhee: Mooo!!
He steps forward to jump into the air and catch Rich around the head for the DDT when Rich spins around in a circle and connects with a stiff back heel kick directly to Bitchcakes’ gut. The strike doubles McPhee over while Jon turns in a circle then steps up him, delivering a stiff enzugari to the back of his head. It’s a kick so brutal it sends McPhee spiraling towards the corner, turning and falling back first into it with his arms tumbling over the ropes. He has a very dazed glint in his eyes, barely able to keep himself upright after that last shot while Rich gets to his feet in the center of the ring. Jon unleashes a piercing primal roar and rushes across the ring, jumping into the air with a huge double knee strike directly to Bitchcakes’ sternum while standing in the corner. The fans react with praise as Jon lands on his feet in front of McPhee, who somehow is still standing in the corner. Rich backs up quickly to the center of the ring and then charges in, jumping into the air for a double knee strike again when Bitchcakes moves out of the way. This causes Rich to land knees first on the top rope, turning around in a kneeling position quickly in order to face McPhee who steps in and grabs Jon around the neck. He steps forward, holding Jon in a diamond cutter position while his legs are crossed over the top rope, dropping down into the tower of London. Jon crashes face first into the canvas with a diamond cutter while his ankles were still positioned on the top rope. The fans react with shock at the sight of the high impact move just connected with by McPhee, driving Rich so violently face first into the canvas.
Douglas: What a counter by McPhee!!
Mayne: We’re going to have a new League Champion!
The fans are screaming as McPhee hooks both of Rich’s legs quickly, going for the pin.
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The entire arena is going nuts before they realize that Jon’s shoulder has vacated the canvas, shooting high into the air. McPhee sits up with a stunned expression on his drunken features, running his hands through his sweaty hair. His eyes focus to a sharp point directly on the referee, sticking four fingers up in the air, then changing it two, before finally settling on three. The official ensures him that he didn’t get the three while the crowd is still screaming loudly, vocalizing their praise at the top of their lungs. Bitchcakes slaps the canvas in frustration before standing up, approaching the table that he brought in earlier. His exhausted body takes hold of the sheet of wood, lifting it slightly and repositioning it so that it is facing the turnbuckle sideways. Rich is trying his best to get back up to his knees after taking such a hard collision with the canvas before McPhee steps in, going for a boot to the side of his face. Rich pushes his boot out of the way though, and stands, spinning away from McPhee, getting behind his back and then grabbing his arms. He places them in a cobra clutch, setting up for the Get Rich Quick before McPhee counters, bending forward and slipping around behind his back. He buries his shoulder into Jon’s spine, hoisting him into the air only for Rich to flip over backwards, landing on his feet behind him. McPhee turns and launches a boot at Jon’s cranium only for him to duck it and rush into the ropes behind the big man’s back, springing onto the middle cable. He jumps off it and then turns, going for the Up and Over (Springboard Blockbuster), but misses McPhee who drops down out of the way. This causes Rich to duck his head and roll across the canvas onto his feet, turning around quickly to face to McPhee who charges in and connects with a huge spear directly to his mid-section. Jon crashes hard into the canvas across his back while the fans put their hands together at the sight of Bitchcakes’ trademark spear. He quickly crawls into the cover, hooking Jon’s leg.
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Again Rich kicks out to a thunderous ovation, everyone putting their hands together while McPhee sits up. His eyes bat with disbelief while sweat continues to race down his inebriated features.
Douglas: What a series of counters, each man going for their finishing moves but in the end it was McPhee coming within inches of winning with the spear.
Mayne: Dammit, dammit to all hell, I thought we had crowned a new League Champion!
McPhee is breathing heavily, trying to get his head straight, exasperated by the fact that he has yet to put Rich away. He gets to his knees and grabs Jon around the head, rolling him to a kneeling base as well then backing towards the turnbuckle. He steps around the table, gripping Rich’s hair, pulling him along throughout the process. He places Rich in a front gantry, hoisting him into the air and placing him seat first on the top rope before beginning to climb up himself. He steps up onto the second rope with his back facing the table behind him before his eyes cut to ringside, confusion settling into his features. His head tilts while glaring into the crowd where a masked man is prying a purse out of an elderly lady’s hand. She struggles to hold on while the much larger gentlemen scurries away with the purse in his hands.
Douglas: What the hell, we’ve got a mugging going on in the crowd!
Mayne: That’s what happens when most your fan-base are convicted felons.
McPhee continues to look on with a confusion as the masked mugger scurries through the fans with the bag in hand, the old lady screaming for help. Suddenly a figment jumps out of the crowd, with his chest heaved and his fists placed to his hips, blocking the thieves attempted path of travel. He is adorned in a superhero ensemble, and the mere sight of him seems to terrify the would-be robber who throws a fist only to be kicked to the gut. The unnamed superhero takes the back of the muggers head and throws him down face first into unoccupied steel chair before grabbing the purse and returning it to the excited old lady. McPhee wears a large grin on his face at the sight of this, enjoying what he is seeing before he turns back towards Rich who suddenly launches a forearm into his jaw, then another. McPhee almost tumbles off the turnbuckle yet maintains his footing on the second rope before Rich stands up in front of him, slapping on a front gantry. The crowd reacts with shock as Jon jumps off the turnbuckle, swinging around and pulling McPhee off the turnbuckle with a tornado DDT that plants him head first right into the table. The wood shatters around both men’s bodies and leaves them lying in a heap.
Douglas: OH MY GOD! Whoever that superhero is in the crowd, he just distracted McPhee long enough to eat that wood with a tornado DDT from the top rope.
Mayne: Muggers? Superheroes? Is Vince Russo booking IWC?
The crowd is still going nuts as Rich turns, dropping his arm across the sternum of the out cold McPhee, barely able to muster the strength to do so.
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The fans respond with cheers and disbelief as Rich has retained his title somehow in this very action packed League Championship match. With little energy remaining in his frame, Rich begins to shove himself up onto his knees, looking down into the canvas as he takes short deep breaths, attempting to get some air back into his lungs.
Douglas: What a match between these two, but Jon Rich was able to narrowly pull out a victory with his League title on the line.
Mayne: Narrowly doesn’t even begin to accurately describe it. If it wasn’t for that odd superhero in the crowd, Bitchcakes McPhee may very well be leaving here with the belt. Although it wouldn’t fit around his waist, he could still put it over his championship, or possibly even lose it during a drunken binge, either one is acceptable.
The crowd is still putting its hands together as Jon Rich rises but falls sideways into the cables, unable to keep his legs beneath him. His entire body is racked with pain as the official steps in with the League title, handing it off to Rich, who quickly snatches the gold. He then tosses it over his shoulder while leaning back first against the cables, his arm raising slowly above his head. McPhee rolls onto his side, trying to stand up, while looking into the crowd for the man who was just dressed as a superhero, speculation abounding in his dazed eyes.
A POLITICAL CLUSTERFUCK
No, the Network will put their foot down, and demand a stop to all this mystery...
A loud reaction, consisting of pure negativity sounds throughout the backstage area at the sight of Network Rep. Jason Seagreen. A shimmering silver cell phone is clutched in the palm of his hand, and held to the side of his face while he saunters onward down the corridor. Although he seems somewhat peeved he moves along, gripping the phone very tightly while flanked by a group of darkly clad private security personal. They stare around anxiously from behind their black sunglasses, pushing their small white mics further down into their ears while following the agitated Seagreen.
Seagreen: Yeah, I know, the ULW broke their contract by selling the company to some private investor, Sheryl Marie Gray had no business doing what she did without consulting the Network first.
He stops while bitting his lower lip and then continuing.
Seagreen: Of course I know we had a controlling stake in the ULW while they were still on our station, why do you think I’m here on the IWC? We’re owed what’s ours, and that’s a portion of this company as well, and since I can’t get in touch with whomever this mystery investor is, then I’m just going to do the best thing for the Network by taking controlling interest in this federation. You heard me! Jason Seagreen and the Network will once again regain control over this establishment until we’ve received everything we were suppose to be entitled to. And believe me, things will go much more swimmingly than before, I’m not going to allow any Samurais to attack me, and if I want to put the World title on myself again, then dammit I wil.....What the hell are you doing here?
Seagreen slowly pulls the cell phone away from his ear, his face scrunching up as if he just sucked on a very sour lemon. For what his eyes behold the sight of, is none other than Michael Synclaire, the leader of the much famed Syndicate. He strolls forward in the direction of Seagreen, overlooking him with a wide smile stretched across his smug features. Much like Seagreen he’s adorned in some rather fancy attire, but unlike the Network Rep he wears an incredibly cocky expression.
Synclaire: Well, well, well, Jason Seagreen, the Network Representative. The man who damn near destroyed the company I provided numerous loans to in order to keep in business.
Jason is stunned by this accusations, doing a double take.
Seagreen: Are you kidding me? I made the ULW something watchable. Who doesn’t like new guys pushed to the top immediately, and given World title opportunities to freshen things up?
Synclaire: Hmmm, let’s see, how about the whole world?
Seagreen is about to respond sharply but holds back, trying to think up some kind of intelligent retort but finding himself incapable of finding one. Finally he spits something out.
Seagreen: Yeah, like you have room to pass judgement, you were no better when you were here. Running around recruiting guys like Chapel and such. What are you even doing here, Synclaire?
Synclaire: Well, I imagine I’m here for the same reason you are, for answers. You see, Sheryl Gray owes me a tremendous debt, and as such I should be entitled to controlling interest in this new IWC venture. Which is why I’ve arrived here to.....
Seagreen: Please don’t say, take control of the company...
Synclaire bats his eyes for a moment then shrugs his shoulders slowly.
Synclaire: Well then I’d be doing something you do horribly, and that’s lying. I’m owed a portion of this company, the biggest portion in fact. So if there’s no leader around, besides AWOL, and who knows if he even has the right to do what he’s doing, then I’ll be the one taking control of this company.
Jason: No, no, no, I’m the boss, I’m the boss!
Synclaire: Oh yeah, well we’ll just see about that.
Seagreen: I’m the boss! There’s no debating it! The Network is in control!
Synclaire: No, the Syndicate is!
Both men step up into one another’s faces, yelling in anger.
Seagreen: The NETWORK!
Synclaire: THE SYNDICATE!
Mom, Dad, stop fighting...
Both Seagreen and Synclaire stop bickering only long enough to turn and settle their sights on none other than former General Manager, Bob. His hefty frame moves beside the duo struggling for power, surprisingly wearing a tie for this occasion, of course the rest of his body, excluding his nether regions continue to go uncovered. His fat arms fall over the shoulders of both competitive individuals with a tear in his eye.
Bob: Fighting make Bob sad. It make Mnooses all gassy. Think what your arguing does to Bob. Me not like fighting, so Bob will be IWC President. Then all the Mnooses in the parsley patch can dance!
Bob does an excited gig while Synclaire and Seagreen peer at one another completely befuddled as to how to respond to this revelation by the rotund figure beside them.
Synclaire: Dancing Mnooses aside here, I’m the one in control of the IWC, and you don’t want to get in my way.
Seagreen: Well we’ll just see about that. Your not the only one with connections around here, pal. You’ll learn shortly that the Network is not to be toyed with.
Synclaire doesn’t even bother any longer, just walks right past Seagreen, purposely bumping shoulders with him while passing. Jason turns to watch him walk off, increasingly agitated before Bob steps up behind him, his chubby arm falling over his shoulder once again. He leans in, almost with his lips touching Seagreen’s face.
Bob: Bob miss you.
He leans in quickly and delivers a large smooch to the Seagreen’s cheek then pulls away slowly, wearing a large smile on his face. The respectful peck leaves a ghastly look on Seagreen’s contorted features, watching as Bob inexplicably raises a large chunk of ham into the air, sinking his teeth into it.
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CHARITY
A surprisingly loud ovation commences at the mere sight of Roxas Knoxx located backstage, standing alone in the hallway, completely cut off from everyone else who prepare themselves in the lockeroom. She remains the constant outsider as she slides on a glove then reaches for the back of her neck, a soar spot present in her muscles, still feeling the lingering effects of the match she participated in several weeks ago. A grueling encounter where she proved a lot, not only to herself. A hand suddenly reaches out and grabs the soar spot on her neck, rubbing it a bit. For a brief moment, Roxas actually seems to enjoy it, and feel comforted by it before she spins around suddenly. Her eyes narrow as they settle on the face of one Jackson Adams. A very loud reaction, consisting of primarily boos shift throughout the backstage area at the sight of the Alpha Generation member. His eyes overlook Roxas slowly with a disgusting grin coming to his sweaty features.
Roxas: Don’t you ever put your fucking hands on me!
Roxas steps forward with her finger extended outward in the direction of the still sweaty Adams, who raises his palms into the air. She is completely disgusted by the fact that Jackson would dare touch her.
Jackson: Calm down buttercup, I didn’t mean to offend. Just looked like you had a strained muscle, and needed some manly hands to fix it.
A condescending smile rests on his face while looking between his palms then back at Roxas, who isn’t amused in the slightest, in fact her anger seems to be growing with each word that comes from Jackson’s mouth.
Roxas: Well nothing about you is exactly manly now is it?
Jackson’s eyes open widely before he begins to chuckle.
Adams: Defensive aren’t we? You should feel honored that I would even touch your skin. Besides I’m much more manly than that poser Jon Rich who you’ve been getting friendly with lately.
The mere mention of Jon’s name causes her eyes to close and for her to become drawn back a bit.
Roxas: I don’t know what your talking about.
Jackson: Sure you do sugar-knees. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Even you can’t deny that you’ve got a little soft spot in your heart for Rich, but I’m afraid your just barking up the wrong tree with him. Because like it or not, he’s not manly enough to satisfy your urges. And although Emily Cage and I are quite the item, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind me taking on a charity case and providing you with the satisfaction that Jon Rich is never going to be capable of giving you.
Adams steps towards her, scanning her up and down with his eyes while Roxas keeps her head lowered, then raises her eyes spitefully to stare into his face.
Roxas: There’s nothing going on between me and Rich....
Jackson: Keep telling yourself that honey, because next week, you’ll find out how you truly feel. Seeing as I’m a member of the Alpha Generation, and we’re the real ones in control around here, I’ve got myself a match booked for Riot. It’s going to be Jackson Adams one on one with Jon Rich. So your going to be forced to sit in the back and watch as I mangle him before your very eyes. As you watch him get brutalized and beaten so maliciously, then you’ll find out how you really feel about him. Hell, maybe you’ll finally open your legs give him a pity fuck.
His face is just a few centimeters away from Roxas’ lowered head, her eyes still staring at the floor beneath her feet. Reluctantly she raises her head to stare into the sickening smile right in front of her eyes. Strangely a smile comes to her face as well, followed by a slight giggle before she slaps Jackson hard across the cheek. The strike almost knocks Adams off of his feet as he turns away from her, holding his jaw and rubbing at it slowly. She turns and storms off in the opposite direction, still in preparation for her match. Jackson is just left standing there, rubbing his jaw and raising his eyes to watch her leave.
Adams: Fucking lesbian.
He continues to rub at his sore jaw and cheek, with a dark red print left on his skin.
SETH OWENS & AURORA ROSE VS. KEV DOGG & DYNAMITE X
Douglas: Interesting turn of events there. Well, what we have next is a tag match for a chance to get into the tag team title scramble. Dynamyte X and KevDogg Harris will team up to face the IWC couple in Aurora Rose and Seth Owens.
Mayne: Couples should not compete together. There is too much room for jealousy and a chance for an opponent to cop a feel on their other. All X and Harris need to do is concentrate on the fact that they can get a cheep feel on Aurora Rose then they will be home free.
Dougles: Aurora Rose was once worried about that. But if you look at her now, all of the problems of her feeling discriminated because she is a female has gone away. She is a very competent wrestler and I think she finally realizes that.
MADNESS IS THE GIFT THAT AS BEEN GIVEN TO ME! The pyros explode as Dynamite X walks from the back to a chorus of boos from the fans. He looks around at the stage before scoffing at them and walking down the isle and sliding into the ring. He steps into a corner and waits for his partner. The music dies as Kev Dogg walks from the back, no music, no nothing, and just walks the isle as the fans continue to boo him. He stops mid way down the isle and begins yelling at a fan and threatens to hit him. He backs away and walks the rest of the way down and rolls into the ring. He steps into Dynamite’s face and begins talking with him harshly. X talks back before Kev backs up and begins stretching out on the ropes.
Dan: Kev Dogg and Dynamite X appearing rather tense here.
Mayne: I’m sure they’ll put their differences aside long enough to function as a cohesive unit.
The lights go off as the big screen comes to life. On the screen it shows Seth holding a beer and a cigarette as he speaks. " Perfection never looked so good." Then various images of Seth in matches play as Down with the Sickness” by Disturbed plays…again… and sets the crowd into a frenzy. Seth runs out on the stage and stops. He grins to the fans and points to them as Why Do You Love Me by Garbage plays. The lights go red and blue as Aurora Rose steps from the back and holds her hand up in the air and gives her signature gesture. Seth and Aurora kiss real quick before walking the isle together. Halfway down they charge and slide into the ring and begin the attack. Aurora on Kev Dogg and Seth on Dynamite X. Rose goes right for Harris with forearm shots and Kev returns with a right hand of his own. Rose backup and lays a forearm into the head of Kev and staggers him. She follows up with a kick to the gut and then grabs him in a three-quarters bulldog position, going for the Sinful Desires. KevDogg drops to his knees quickly and rolls from the ring. Rose steps to the ropes, pulls back, and catapults herself over the top and lands right on KevDogg. As that is happening, Owens trades blows with X. X with a powerful knee to the gut of the smaller Seth Owens and follows up with a right hands which puts Owens on the mat hard. X stomps Seth in the chest before grabbing him by the head and pulling him up to his feet and throwing him to the ropes. Owens ducks a clothesline, bounces, ducks another, then follows up with a flying forearm which knocks Dynamite X back. Owens is to his feet, jumps to the middle rope and plants a kick to the head of the bigger Dynamite X and puts him to one knee. Owens runs to the ropes, bounces off and blasts a dropkick to the face of X and puts him on his back. Owens is quick to jump on X for a cover, but before the first count is made, X kicks out. Both get to their feet at the same time and X lashes out with a lariat and drops Owens. He pulls Owens to his feet and throws him to the ropes, goes for a clothesline, Owens ducks, bounces, Rose is in her corner by this time and gets a blind tag, Owens dropkicks X in the gut and doubles him over. Rose pulls back on the top rope, hops on top, and lands on the back of Dynamite’s head with a legdrop and puts him to the mat.
Douglas: Wonderful team effort by Rose and Owens.
Mayne: I can see that. But you know Owens is just doing this to get laid, right? Nothing gets a woman hotter than a big win, if you know what I mean.
Douglas: Since a win is what’s required, I can see why you never succeed in your conquests.
Mayne: You know what? I’m tired of working with you. Where’s my contract?
Rose is back to her feet and runs to the ropes, hops on the middle rope and moonsaults on the back of X. She rolls him over and covers
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Kickout by X. Rose to all fours, turns and front rolls to her corner and tags in Owens. Owens hops in the ring and smacks a kick to the head of X. KevDogg hops in the ring and clotheslines Owens. The ref jumps in and tells Kev to leave the ring. Rose hops in now and goes after Kev. The ref tries to restrain Rose. This gives Kev the chance to stomp on Owens and backs into his corner. As Dynamite gets up, Kev slaps his hands together giving the sound of a tag and charges and drops an elbow on Owens then rams his hand into the throat of Owens as the ref finally gets Aurora out of the ring. Kev drops the choke hold and gets up, jumps in the air, and lands a knee to the head of Owens. Kev pulls Owens to his feet, front face luck, lifts him in the air, and falls back with a suplex. Kev gets back up and steps around and pulls his legs up and steps through and stomps Owens in the gut. He looks at Aurora and calls her a BITCH. She jumps through the ropes and the ref catches her. Kev takes this time to stomp Owens in the nuts. He keeps hold of the legs and pulls him into his corner and tags in X. X steps in, measures, and drops an elbow onto Owens’ chest. He then rolls on top of Owens and begins hammering him in the head. The ref tries to break it up but X pushes the ref away and gets back to his feet and screams at the ref to intimidate him. He turns around and pulls Owens up and walks him into a corner and nails him with a back elbow puytting all of his weight and force into the elbow. He then pulls him from the corner and throws him to the other corner. Dynamite charges for a clothesline but Owens drops to his knees and rolls out of the way. Owens staggers to his feet and runs to the ropes, bounces off, cross body block, Dynamite Catches him. He spins around to face Aurora puts him over his shoulder then into a tombstone position, jumps, and hits a big piledriver. X gets up slowly and walks over to Rose and starts taking shit to her. He starts commenting that she needs to get back in the kitchen, she bolts from the ropes and the ref intercepts her. Kev jumps in the ring and begins to chokes Owens out and slamming his head into the mat. Kev rolls away and exits the ring as X steps around and pulls Owens to his feet then pulls his head between his legs, and pulls him up for a powerbomb. Owens uses the momentum to hop over X’s head, lands on his feet, leaps and tags in Aurora. The fans explode and Rose climbs to the top rope, and jumps off and hits X with a missile dropkick. X goes for a tag and Kev jumps off the ring apron to avoid the tag. X looks at him as the fans boo, wanting to get Rose and Kev fighting.
Douglas: What cowardice. He has given Aurora Rose so much grief and now he won’t even get in the ring with her.
Mayne: Why should he? He has nothing to prove. Not as much as Aurora does.
Aurora points at Kev, who is smiling at her. X turns to Rose and misses a clothesline, Rose to the ropes, Kev grabs her foot and trips her. X goes for an elbow and Rose rolls out of the way and gets to her feet and backs away and points at Kev. The ref walks to Kev and warns him about interfering when not tagged in.
Mayne: Look at this. Brilliant. Aurora Rose with the momentum and Kev Dogg trying his best to disrupt that momentum.
Douglas: Harris doing his best to keep Aurora Rose off base and doing a good job of it.
Owens calls Rose over to talk to her as X gets back to his feet and backs into his corner. Kev steps up and tags himself in. X looks at him in disbelief as the ref tells X to leave the ring. Kev smirks and tells Rose to lock up with him. She steps forwards with a grin, looks to the fans, and gestures to them which causes them to cheer. As they begin to lock up, Kev backs up and goes to the ropes to an overwhelming boo from the fans.
Douglas: Oh come on. Look at this. Kev Dogg refusing to lock up with Aurora Rose just like in the rest of this match.
Mayne: Would you want a wild and crazy bitch after you? I completely agree with Kev Dogg.
Kev steps forward as if he were going to lock up, then side steps and smirks at Owens and Rose, and puts his body thought the top and middle ropes. The fans begin to chant CHIC-KEN SHIT! CHIC-KEN SHIT! CHIC-KEN SHIT! Kev smirks and flips off the fans. He smirks and begins to steps in to lock up with Rose, Kev steps out of the way, slips behnd her, and slaps her on the ass with a loud SMACK! OHHHHHHH! Cries the fans. Rose let lose by swinging around and blasting him right in the mouth and knocking him down. He jumps on him, straddles him and continues to pummel him with right hands into the mouth. She begins to slam the back of his head to the mat before getting to her feet and stomping him in the head with a vengeance. She drops to her knees and begins choking him out. The ref counts to 5 and pulls her off of Kev. Kev panics and tries to go to his corner, but X drops off the apron and leaves him in the ring. Kev to his feet, blood flowing from his mouth, and looking at X in disbelief. Rose grabs him from behind and pulls him back with a back-cracker. She covers
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Shoulder up. She gets up and pulls Kev up, front face lock, swinging neck breaker. She runs to the corner and climbs up, corkscrew moonsault on Kev. Rose gets t one knee and pulls Kev up and drives a forearm into his face. She truns to the ropes, bounces off, Kev scoops her up, steps backwards and falls backward and clotheslining her over the top rope. Kev slowly rolls to the ropes and slowly pulls himself up.
Mayne: You see what I mean? She is crazy and she paid for it.
Douglas: I’ll admit, her temper cost her the momentum there.
Kev walks over to Aurora and stomps her in the head. He wipes his lip and sees the blood. He spits the blood in his mouth out before pulling Aurora to her feet and quickly nailing her with a DDT. Kev gets back to his feet and sneers at X before pulling Rose up, scooping her up and slamming her to the mat. Kev runs to the ropes, bounces, and drops a leg drop on her. He rolls back to his feet and pulls her up, walks her to the corner and slams her head into the corner. He then follows up by turning her around and chops her. He pulls her from the corner and whips her to the other. He charges and clotheslines Rose in the corner. He grabs her by the wrist and pulls her from the corner, then yanks her towards him, grabs har and picks her up, and plants her down with an Arn Anderson spine buster. He covers for the
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Shoulder up by Rose. Kev gets back to his feet, backs up, quickly turns and hits Owens in the head and knocks him from the apron. He turns to see Rose getting to her feet. He charges and nearly takes her head off with a clothesline. Kev slowly climbs the ropes to the top, jumps off, and hits the Marvelous Dreams. He covers again and hooks the leg for the
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Aurora got her shoulder up at the last possible moment. Kev slaps the mat in frustration as he got to his feet and began arguing with the ref. Dynamite slaps Kev in the back and steps into the ring. He looks at Kev as he steps over and stomps Aurora in the chest. He pulls her up and raises her up in a Gorilla Press and drops her onto his shoulder and into a back drop. X snaps back up to his feet, raises a leg in the air and drops on Rose’s chest. Dynamite X walks around the ring as Rose begins to get to her feet. When she finally get up, X charges and nails her with a boot to the head. He then is quick to snap down and yank her to her feet before snapping her head between his legs with a fury. He then pulls her up and delivers a ferocious jackknife powerbomb. He drops to hs knees, hooks her leg and covers for the
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Owens with a dropkick to X’s head to break the count. He runs and rolls from the ring before the ref has to warn him. He then gets back up and begins slapping the top pad and getting the fans into it. X gets to his feet and crouches back into a corner as Rose crawls to the opposite corner and pulls herself up. Dynamite X charges, Rose leapfrogs over him and X puts his shoulder right into the ring post. Aurora is on her belly now, trying to pull herself to the corner to tag in Owens. Owens is getting excited trying to get her over. When she was almost there, Kev charges out and flies at Owens and knocks him off the apron again. The fans boo as the ref pulls Kev away and forces him to leave the ring. X slowly pulls himself from the corner and walks over to Rose. She is to her feet by this time and X slaps his hand around the throat of Rose, lifts her in the air and chokeslams her down. He covers her for the
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Owens grabs X’s leg and pulls him from the ring. Owens nails X in the head with a right hand before slamming his head to the ring. Kev slides into the ring with a chair and lays it in the center of the ring as the ref counts X out of the ring. Kev pulls Rose up to her feet before DDTing her onto the chair. Kev grabs the chair and slides out of the ring, leaving the chair under the ropes. He runs around the ring and goes for Owens. Owens takes no time in nailing Kev with a Superkick. X rolls back into the ring and crawls in and covers for the
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NO! She gets the shoulder up. X can’t believe it. He gets to his feet as Owens rolls into the ring. He tries to clothesline X, but X ducks, Owens bounces off the ropes, X ducks and lifts Owens in the air and backdrops right on top of the ref.
Mayne: THE REF IS OUT! THE REF IS OUT!!!
X looks around and sees the chair still in the ring. He walks over and picks it up. He slowly walks over to Rose, but she hops to her feet quickly and delivers a spinning heel kick through the chair and into the face of X. He drops the chair and Rose is slow to get to her knees and gives him a low blow/nut shot. She pulls her arm out and delivers another. She gets to her feet and locks in a bulldog, runs to the ropes, jumps up, kicks off the top rope and hits the SINFUL DESIRES right onto the chair. Owens gets to his feet and slides the chair from the ring before going to the ref and shaking him and carrying him over to Rose and X. Rose is now covering for the slow
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Douglas: That’s it! Aurora Rose and Seth Owens get into the Tag Team Scramble.
Mayne: As a result of using a chair!
Douglas: Kev Dogg brought the chair into the ring. Hey, what the hell is this?!?!
Both Rose and Owens embrace and kiss after that win. Pat Evans slides into the ring and puts a knee to the back of Owens and knocks them both into the ropes, sending Aurora from the ring to the outside. Pat Evens applies the Time To Let Go sleeper in the middle of the ring and just flails him around.
Mayne: That’s what you get for messing with Pat’s stuff in the locker room.
Douglas: Pat Evens shouldn’t even be out here.
Aurora slowly gets to her feet and rolls into the ring. Pat Evens drops the hold and leaves the ring as Aurora chases him out of the ring. Pat backs up the ramp with a grin on his face. Aurora turns to check on her boyfriend. The last thing we see is Pat’s evil grin on his face.
EVALUATION
Orlando Cruze marches back and forth across his dressing room floor, obviously in very deep thought, very troubled by something. His hand is raised to his jaw, rubbing it while moving from one wall to the other, constantly marching until a groove is almost worked into the ground beneath his feet. The white walls surrounding him almost seem to be growing closer to his body, entrapping him, closing in. Cruze tries not to think about it, just keeps pacing with his mind already worried about enough plaguing problems. That’s when the door opens and in enters one Kloe Cruze, she’s clearly excited to see her man, moving towards Orlando but growing concerned as he doesn’t even look up to greet her.
Kloe: Well hello to you too.
Finally the Icon glances up from the floor and eyes her briefly, nodding before turning away again. He doesn’t even provide a response, just keeps pacing while hobbling a bit on the leg that was targeted by John Torretto earlier in the evening.
Kloe: Is something bothering you?
She tilts her head and tries to get an introspective glare into his troubled mind. He finally stops pacing and turns towards her, very agitated.
Orlando: Of course nothings bothering me. What do I have to be concerned about? I mean, I’m only standing here without the World title over my shoulder, with a knee that’s still bugging me after that last match. I’ve got the Alpha Generation to worry about, as well as so many countless others who are just aching to get their hands on me, not to mention the fact that AWOL is jeopardizing and toying with my entire career. So no, I don’t have anything to be bothered about at all, now do I?
His entire demeanor has changed from anger to remorse while staring into Kloe’s eyes, realizing that he may have just offended her with his crude tone. Instead of sending her out of the room with tears in her eyes though, Kloe steps forward and softly places her hand on his cheek.
Kloe: I know you’ve got a lot on your mind, and you probably think you need some time alone to deal with it, but that’s not for the best.
Cruze: Oh, so now your going to tell me how to live my life too?
Kloe: No, just reassure you that I’m always right here, always ready to listen. And to tell you that your better than all this, that you can’t let these problems drag you down or stand in your way of the title.
Cruze begins to turn away for a moment before his jaw is grabbed and his head is turned to stare into the deep recesses of her eyes.
Kloe: So what if AWOL thinks you should start from the bottom, just do it, just play along. Because you know damn well that they can only keep you away from that World title belt for so long. You know that championship is going to be around your waist sooner or later regardless of what happens, so you might as well as pick up a few wins along the way. Don’t let these idiots get you down, just rise above it like you always do.
Orlando takes a very deep breath, reflecting on everything he just heard before his eyes lower to stare into her reassuring face. It never flinches, or shows a sign of weakness at all.
Orlando: You know what, your right. But maybe it is time for me to look deep down inside myself, and ask what I want out of life.
Kloe pats him softly on the cheek.
Kloe: I’m sure you’ll find the answer your looking for.
The statement causes Orlando shift his eyes away from hers again, perhaps not quite as convinced as she is.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
NOW ON DVD
THE GOLDEN BALLROOM
Just as the camera comes back live an explosion of golden pyros erupt from every turnbuckle, and the lights are shaded to resemble a light yellow color. This enhances the ring with a golden glow of sorts, especially around one Too Magnificent who is standing in the center of the ring, a microphone in hand. Two golden trash-cans are turned upside down to serve as seats beside him while he strolls back and forth, a very excited expression on his face. He’s obviously enthused about the return of the Golden Ballroom.
Douglas: Well, as if we haven’t already had to endure enough of the Alpha Generation’s antics tonight, now we must put up with Too Magnificent and this unscheduled Golden Ballroom appearance.
Mayne: It’s nice to have some deviation here and there, for things to happen when your not expecting them. A good twist is welcome now and then, unless your M. Night Shamalayn, or however you say it, and your just throwing them out there for the sake of having twists.
Dan: Billy, please stop speaking.
Too Mag turns in circles in the ring, observing the screaming, angered fans located in the seats that surround him before beginning.
Too Magnificent: Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come, it is now, the return of the Golden Ballroom is here!
More boos flood outward from the outraged spectators while Too Magnificent spins in circles, gesturing to the elaborate setting arranged around him for his talk show.
Too Magnificent: I know what your all thinking. “Hey, there wasn’t suppose to be a Golden Ballroom tonight, that’s not what I was expecting.” Well, let me reassure you people, I don’t care about what you expected, and what you didn’t expect, because the Golden Ballroom is happening now regardless. For you see, there is a definite need for it this evening. I felt as though both Desolation and Hurse were a bit jilted by only having twenty minutes of air-time earlier tonight, so I’ve decided to invite them to my Golden Ballroom and provide them with an even bigger venue to speak from. After all, I’m sure you people just can’t get enough of those two, or the Alpha Generation entirely. So without further ado, allow me to.....
Suddenly the screen becomes distorted, static beginning to set in, overlapping all other images, including the ones o the big screen. This clues Too Magnificent into the fact that something wrong is happening, his eyes shifting back and forth to find the source of this feed interruption.
Too Magnificent: Hey, I knew we were going independent but I didn’t know the production value was going to get this cheap, someone fix this!
Too Mag storms back and forth as the feed gets more grainy and hazy, slowly starting to break down into static.
Mayne: Did someone hack our feed?
Douglas: I don’t know what’s going on here.
Too Magnificent only appears to be growing more agitated before the whole screen goes into complete and utter static.
The lights dim down, and turn to red and blue, as soft, serene music starts to play, followed by something heroic. The crowd starts to boo, as two spotlights come onto the stage, and the video on screen plays, showing children playing soccer in a field, without a care in the world, before Simon Cagero steps into the scene and punts it behind a fence, where a ravenous dog is, before the scene on video burns out and is replaced with another scene where Simon is guiding a woman's head to his crotch, and another where Simon is riding a woman he's bent over a car. A third spotlight comes up on stage, following the start of the entrance music, this one, circling around the other two spotlights. Suddenly, white noise followed by a voiceover comes over the PA
"Who are we kidding?! It's time to get WASTED!"
The boos from the crowd get louder, and louder, until finally Simon Cagero is revealed standing in front of the curtains in a crucifix position. His arms are extended out to his sides while looking towards the heavens, his back aiming an outraged, yet confused Too Magnificent, bewildered as to why he’s being so rudely interrupted by Cagero. Finally Simon spins on his foot and plants the other to stage while shifting his attention the man located in the middle of the ring. A microphone is planted directly in his palm while a very smug grin resides on his face.
Dan: Oh no, as if Too Magnificent wasn’t bad enough.
Mayne: It’s Simon Cagero, yay!
Everyone is shouting, throwing things at the stage in fact but they fall very short on Cagero, who’s eyes are interlocked with the furious ones planted in Too Magnificent’s contorted, furious features. In a very slow, egotistical manner, Sinon raises the microphone to his smirking face.
Simon: Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, I’d apologize for interrupting your little snooze fest here, but that would imply I had done something wrong which warranted the need for an apology, which I haven’t. If anything you should be thanking me right now Too Mag for spiking the ratings for your Golden Ballroom, which I can only imagine were quickly spiraling downward before I chose to show my lovely face and spark some kind of interest in this whole foray.
Many of the fans have a mixed reaction at the conclusion of this statement while Too Mag only continues to grow more hostile with every condescending, pompous word that flows from Cagero’s mouth.
Cagero: That’s right, Too Mag, due to our long, abysmal history with one another, I’ve opted to once again save you by bringing some interest to your increasingly stagnant production.
With a confident swagger Cagero saunters towards the ring, showing very little fear if any of the increasingly agitated Too Magnificent in the ring. His former acquaintance follows Simon with burning embers in the deep recesses of his eyes, scrutinizing Cagero who gingerly strolls up the stairs and onto the apron. Instead of entering the ring he seems content with meandering about on the apron.
Simon: To rekindle any interest that might have once existed in this show, I’m going to provide it with the fundamental element that it’s lacking. Besides of course replacing a boring as hell host, who doesn’t possess the proper linguistic skills to carry his own talk show, your also missing the one thing telecasts of this sort needs, controversy!
Although he could be easily provoked the longer Cagero speaks, the former Anni Champion slips through the cables and into the ring with Too Magnificent hanging back, not reacting quite yet. He seems to be giving Simon just enough rope to hang himself with.
Cagero: And as controversial as you may deem yourself, I’m afraid your just way off base with that assumption. Frankly Too Mag, your about as controversial as a Hurse promo. So why don’t you stop wasting these people’s precious time, seeing as I’m sure they’d rather be home sticking their genitals in various appliances, and give them something with a little bite to it. You’ve got to give them entertainment the likes of Jerry Springer provides. Which is why when I saw this ring being set up for the Golden Ballroom, I took it upon my humble yet masculine shoulders to invite a couple of guests who will add some much needed sizzle to your otherwise bland show.
Too Magnificent fails to be amused, even though Simon obviously considers everything he says to be solid gold. A smile cracks Cagero’s face again before he turns his attention to the entry way, his hand rising slowly to gesture in its direction.
Simon: Instead of Desolation or Hurse, who have about as much ability to entertain people as you do Too Mag, basically meaning all of you put people to sleep, I’ve brought to this building some colorful individuals I met in line outside the clubs down by the airport. So without further ado, allow me to present Mickey, or Michelle, depending on what gender they’ve chosen to stick to today. They’re a local tranny, who’s seventy year old sister is having an affair with both his girlfriend, and his boyfriend, both of which were already impregnated by a Vietnamese midget. How this is capable, I have no earthly idea, but it should be fun to find out. So please welcome our special guest, and I mean really give him a standing ovation because he had to stop pole dancing long enough to come down here and take part in this show, but don’t worry, I already told him that Too Mag would pay him for his time.
This insinuation causes Too Magnificent’s eyes to dart in Cagero’s direction before stripper style techno music begins to play in the background. The host of the Golden Ballroom doesn’t say a word, just keeps watching with a very twisted glint in his eyes as through the curtains strolls a very tall individual dressed in skimpy woman’s clothing, including a big pink cowboy hat. They dance a little and then start to make their way down the ramp while the fans watch on in obvious disgust.
Dan: Oh no, and I thought this night couldn’t get any worse. Now we have trannies on their way to the ring? Have we reverted back to WWE circa 1998?
Mayne: You’ll know when an eighty year old woman gives birth to a hand, Dan.
All the fans are vocalizing their disgust while the very tall stripper continues to make their way towards the ring with the best fake woman’s walk that he can produce. He almost trips over his pink high heel pumps before making his way up the ramp onto the apron, waving to Cagero who smiles and gives them a thumbs up. This causes the transvestite stripper to grin as well, revealing a mouth full of golden misshapen teeth before slipping through the ropes in a tight skirt that causes many male fans to cringe and almost vomit. They then enter the ring, waving to the fans who are still booing furiously while Cagero claps and then looks reassuring in Too Magnificent’s direction. Too Mag doesn’t look at all pleased with this circus act, he just foully stares in Simon’s direction.
Simon: See, I told you, these fans love it. At least your finally getting a reaction out of them, which you’ve been incapable of doing in any of your matches.
A groan is heard from the fans while Too Magnificent allows his head to fall back, staring towards the rafters. Cagero however, just continues to smirk snidely while the tranny waves and blows kisses in Too Magnificent’s direction. Simon approaches him now, patting the tall gentlemen on the shoulder while lifting the mic to their crusted, painted lips.
Simon: Why don’t you tell everyone your name, and why you’re here.
Tranny: Sure, no thing baby. My name is Michelle Shantelle, but people down at the club know me by my stage name, Shagasam. And I be here today cause my no good sister be sleeping with all my boyfriends, and all my girlfriends, and all my co-dancers, and all my pets. She’s a no good slut with a stretched vagina....
He moves his hands around to animate his anger while Simon closes his eyes, patting the Shagasam on his shoulder in a reassuring manner.
Simon: Well, it sounds like you have a lot of pint up, almost homicidal anger towards your sister, which is just perfect because I’m about to bring her out here. We all know public television is the best place to solve family disputes, so please, everyone now welcome, Shagasam’s dirty slut of a sister, straight from the nursing home, Boom Boom!
Too Mag slaps his hand over his face before running his palm down his features as an old lady now makes her way through the curtains, using a walker to hold herself up. Her body is covered by a pink robe with a feather boa around her neck. The robe is made from such thin material that it’s almost see through, causing the crowd to again becoming disgusted. She stops on the stage only momentarily to shake her hips before grabbing her back in pain and waddling towards the ring, where Shagasam does not look happy.
Mayne: Hahahaha, this can’t get any better unless there was a Mexican dwarf dancing around a sombrero with a bottle of tequila and blow torch.
Douglas: Someone please wake me up when this travesty is over.
Billy: Come on Dan, this is must see TV.
Boom Boom finally makes it to the ring, discarding her walker and slowly moving up the steps onto the apron while Simon parts the cables for her, leaving the mic in Shagasam’s hand. Just as Boom Boom starts to make it through the ropes, revealing the bald spot on the top of her head, almost hidden beneath the strands of her thin white hair, Shagasam starts in with a forced diatribe.
Shagasam: Nuh uh, don’t let that skank hoe in this ring, she’ll try to get on with all you playas.
Boom Boom immediately steps towards Shagasam and pushes her down, the fans beginning to scream as a result. The elderly slut drops on top of her sister, beginning to punch her in the face while Cagero is hopping in excitement, greatly enthused by what he is seeing. Too Magnificent just stands back, his eyes narrowed with anger.
Simon: Hahaha, now this is entertainment, this is controversy! This is the type of show people want to see Too Mag! Not your repetitive stilted comments, and your lack of charisma! Besides, who wants to watch a host who can’t even win a match?
Another “oh” can be heard from the crowd while both guests roll around on the canvas, pulling at one another’s hair in a true Jerry Springer like moment. Cagero gawks at them while Too Magnificent just glares in his direction, something finally snapping. Just then Boom Boom starts to stand up, ripping the fake blond wig off Shagasam when Too Magnificent steps in, grabbing the golden trash can off the canvas before lifting it into the air. The seventy year old Boom Boom turns around and receives a thunderous shot to the cranium with the can, knocking her hard to the canvas with her legs spreading, opening up widely, providing a ghastly sight for the crowd.
Douglas: Oh God, I think I just lost my appetite for like the rest of my life.
Mayne: Oh man, it’s got cobwebs.
Simon appears outraged as he looks down at his guest, as well as slightly turned on before he shifts his focus back to a fuming Too Magnificent who is still clutching the dented trash can.
Simon: What are you doing you big dumb ox? Your killing your ratings! This isn’t controversial, this is boring! Stop ruining my show you idiot.
A half grin, a disturbing one at that, settles onto Too Mag’s features as Shagasam uses the ropes to stand up, then turns towards the biggest AG member. He lifts the can and bashes it viciously over the tranny’s head now, knocking the he/she off their feet to the canvas. They roll under the ropes to the outside of the ring with the fans screaming, going nuts over what they just witnessed. Too Magnificent now turns his attention towards Cagero who is backing towards the ropes cautiously.
Simon: You have no idea what you’ve done you utter cliche! I’m going to take this out on your boss later tonight, you seven foot bitch.
With this statement an outraged Too Magnificent rushes straight at Cagero who dives to the outside through the cables, then jumps the barricade into the crowd. He backs up as Too Magnificent rolls to the outside with the trash can still in hand.
Dan: Finally Too Magnificent has snapped, and while I certainly don’t condone hitting innocent people in the head with a trash can, hey, they were skanks.
Mayne: Real nice image to send to the kids at home, Dan. You should be telling them to be tolerant of skanks.
Cagero is backing up through the fans with Too Mag stepping over the barricade, keeping after him.
Simon: You better stop this Too Magnificent, your only making yourself look like a neanderthal!
Too Mag doesn’t listen, he just keeps going after his former friend who now turns, pushing the fans out of his way to flee from the Alpha Generation member. In the ring, security is helping the tranny and his much older sister from the squared circle, both of them looking to be in tremendous pain. However, that doesn’t remain the center of attention as now Psycho appears marching down the ramp, with his arm hooked about Michelle Blacker’s. Her mouth is taped and so are her wrists, which are bound together behind her back. Blood smears her forehead with tears rolling down her eyes as she tries to get free, yet Psycho won’t allow her to escape. A look of pure dementia inhabits his burnt face while he moves towards the ring, still sweating from that earlier five way fray.
Mayne: And things just continue to get weirder out here, because now Psycho is on his way to the ring and he’s got Michelle Blacker with him.
Dan: We were wondering what he did with her when we didn’t see her at ringside for the match earlier tonight. Something tells me this may be even more unsettling than what we were just forced to watch.
Psycho scoops Michelle up into his arms then rolls her into the ring under the ropes. Once in the squared circle she rises to her knees and desperately tries to crawl away before Psycho slides in himself and grabs hold of her hair. She screams but her cries of pain are muddled by the tape over her mouth. There is no getting away as Psycho drags her on her knees beside him and grabs a microphone off the canvas, Shagasam and Boom Boom helped out of the ring on opposite sides of him. Psycho kicks one of the golden trash cans over then begins to yell furiously into the microphone.
Psycho: CHAPEL!! CHAPEL! Where are you, you mother fucker!?! Did you think it ended at Paranoia IV? Do you think I’d really let you leave without giving me a rematch?
His crazed eyes scan the crowd, looking for Chapel, who he must be thinking is hiding somewhere, waiting to pounce.
Psycho: Since Too Magnificent is gone, Psycho has come out to play, meaning I’ll host this show, and my guest is Chapel! So now your obligated to come out here, right Chapel? Now you’ve got to come out here and give me my rematch!
The thought makes Psycho shake, his entire body trembling with inner rage that causes his grip to tighten on a crying Michelle’s hair.
Douglas: I have never seen Psycho in this state. The man has gone completely over the edge.
Mayne: Of course he has. You saw what happened at Paranoia IV, he was within seconds of beating Chapel in one of the most ungodly violent matches I think we’ve ever seen.
Dan: But that gives him no excuse to put his hands on Michelle Blacker, to come out here and brutalize her.
Psycho eyes dart back and forth, still desperately searching for Chapel while continuing to drag Michelle around beside him. Finally his attention turns towards the kneeling backstage correspondent at his side, dropping down and unexpectedly wrapping his arm around her neck, twisting it slightly.
Psycho: Do you see this woman, Chapel? I’m sure wherever your sitting you see her perfectly. I want you to look into her eyes as if break her fucking neck! You heard me, I’ll kill this bitch if you don’t come out here and give me a rematch! I thought she could get it arranged, I thought she could help me get my match with you, which is why I abducted her, but if she can’t, she’s of no use to me whatsoever! I’ll have no problem twisting her until it pops clean from her shoulders. So you better come out here and give me what I want or this woman’s death will be on your hands!
He is still trembling with his eyes wide as saucers, completely clouded with paranoia. The mic is flung to the canvas as Psycho wraps his other arm around Michelle’s neck, standing her up while she is fighting to get free, still screaming beneath her gag.
Dan: No, don’t do it Psycho, don’t do it for the love of God. Get out here security, get out here.
Mayne: I can’t believe Psycho is this homicidal! If he breaks Michelle’s neck it will be such a tragic waste of a perfectly good body.
Douglas: Is that all your thinking about Billy, this woman’s life is as stake here.
Billy: Yeah, that is pretty much all I was thinking about.
Tears continue to roll down Michelle’s cheeks while Psycho stands there, twisting at her head slowly, almost to the point that it breaks.....
Chapel: Psycho, put her down right now..
The fans produce a loud reaction as through the curtains strolls Chapel, making his way onto the stage with a microphone gripped in hand, dressed for combat later in the evening. He’s somewhat worried about what is transpiring in the ring while Psycho turns towards him, still shivering from the rage and dementia that courses through his tensed body. He can’t bring himself to remove his arms from Michelle’s neck.
Chapel: Not that I care about that big breasted bimbo you have in your arms in the ring right now, but I’m not going to let you put another victim on my already guilty conscious. Yes, I do have a conscious, I think, as startling as that may sound to you people.
Psycho’s grip begins to weaken on Michelle, who becomes slightly less terrified, her breaths slowly returning to the closest thing to normal she’s capable of in the present situation. Yet the look of complete insanity has yet to fade from his eyes.
Chapel: Do you really think breaking Michelle’s neck is going to make me give you a rematch? What the fuck is going on in your head man?
The War Angel taps his temple while glaring in the still trembling Psycho’s direction.
Chapel: Maybe I messed your head up a little more than I thought at Paranoia IV when I dropped you skull first from the top of the cage into all those chairs. But regardless of how far you’ve slipped from the edge of sanity, you need to listen, and you need to listen good. Hurting Michelle, hurting all these innocent people is no way to get your rematch against me, Psycho. After all, anybody can go around and brutalize defenseless individuals all they want, but ultimately that proves nothing to me. Which is exactly what you need to be doing, Psycho, proving yourself worthy of a rematch against me.
The thought strikes Psycho as particularly odd while he continues to lessen his grip on Michelle. His head twists and his eyes bat with confusion while listening to the insightful King of Monsters.
Chapel: If you ever want to step foot in the ring against me again, you’ve got to earn that sacred right. You’ve got to show me that your capable of changing what your all about, because the old psychotic you, wasn’t enough to beat me at Paranoia IV. If you want me one on one again, you’ve got to change your ways man, and you’ve got to prove yourself to me as well. And beating on Michelle is no way to go about showing me that your ready for a rematch. Until I’m satisfied that you’ve changed, that you’ve grown and evolved, then you’ll never, ever step foot in the ring with me as my opponent again.
The War Angel releases the microphone and turns his back to Psycho, marching through the curtains, leaving the former Livewire Champion standing in the ring with his arms still wrapped around Michelle’s neck. The look in his eyes displays a feeling of doubt, and grief as he slowly processes all he just heard. His arms let go of Michelle, allowing her to fall to her knees in front of him while he steps back, continuing to think about what he was just told.
Mayne: Well, I’m not sure I understand what Chapel just said, but it seems to have done the trick, Psycho has let go of Michelle Blacker.
Douglas: I kind of agree with what Chapel just told Psycho, with his present attitude he’s just not ready for a match with the War Angel yet, and it seems that our former Livewire Champion has gotten the point as well.
The slightly bloodied Michelle has fallen to her knees while slowly looking up at Psycho, batting her eyes throughout the process. The Psychotic One raises his shaking finger, pointing towards the curtains.
Psycho: Get the fuck out of here!
His voice is tense, heavy with emotion while he looks away from Michelle, staring down at the canvas, contemplating a number of things. He seems fixated on this belief that he needs to change before he can get a rematch against Chapel. Strangely though, Michelle has yet to leave the ring, she just looks up into Psycho’s face before scooting towards him on her knees. Psycho turns towards her, confused as to why she’s yet to leave when given this fleeting opportunity to escape him.
Psycho: I SAID GET OUT OF HERE!
He steps forward and places his boot to the side of Michelle’s face, kicking her over onto her back and causing her to roll under the cables, spilling to the outside mats. More security charges from the back and to the aid of Michelle, gathering around her. They help her up to her feet while Psycho steps towards one of the turnbuckles, leaning against the top pad with his forehead, sinking his fingers into his hair as he shakes. Michelle is helped to her feet and towards the back as they remove the duct tape from over her lips. Although she is bleeding from the torture that Psycho inflicted on her throughout these many weeks she turns and for no logical reason begins to smile at the former Livewire Champion.
Dan: Thank God, Psycho has released Michelle Blacker, but he looks to be more conflicted than we’ve ever seen him before.
Mayne: This man has a one way ticket to the loony bin, Dan. It’s just a matter of time.
Psycho begins to bound his forehead against the turnbuckle repeatedly while shouting something.
Psycho: WHAT DO THEY WANT FROM ME!?!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
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ROXAS KNOX VS. ZACK NOLAN
Dan Douglas: “A real David vs Goliath battle going on here tonight as we see Roxas Knoxx goes up against Zach Nolan. Both competitors look really good in the ring, but the advantage has to go to Nolan who is almost double Knoxx’s size.”
Billy Mayne: “Not to mention Knoxx was accosted by Jackson Adams earlier tonight in the backstage area. That might play a factor into this match. But hey, she’s hot so who knows what’ll happen.”
Dan: Nolan may also be motivated by the fact that if he wins this, he gets a guaranteed spot in the Alpha Generation.
"Unholy Confessions" by Avenged Sevenfold hits the sound system. “The Phenom” Zach Nolan makes his way out onto the stage and stands with his hands on his hips. He looks out over the crowd and laughs as they break out in a chorus of boos. Zach makes his way down the ramp, stopping every few feet to laugh a bit more at the crowd. When he gets down to the ring, Zach jumps up onto the ring apron and climbs into the ring. Inside the ring Zach runs the ropes a few times before stopping in the center of the ring and laughing some more at the crowd as his music fades out.
Billy Mayne: “Take a look at that power house! Zach Nolan looks like the future of IWC. This is a new era and guys like Nolan are the ones that will carry this company on their backs. Forget about guys like Psycho, Cruze, Chapel and all those morons, this is the man who will rule IWC.”
Dan Douglas: “Sounds like you really like this guy. To be honest its guys like these, the fly by night wrestlers that come into a high profile place like IWC or the former ULW that will find themselves out the door quicker then Killjoy comes out of retirement.”
Billy Mayne: “So once every 3 weeks?”
Dan Douglas: “Yeah.”
“School Of Hard Knocks” by POD hits the sound system and the crowd breaks into a mixture of cheers and boos as Roxas Knoxx makes her way out onto the stage. Roxas stops for a moment and looks at the man she is going to face in a few minutes. The cheering from the crowd gets louder as Roxas mouths off at Zach as she makes her way down to the ring. At the ring Roxas slides under the bottom rope and flips up onto her feet right in front of Nolan. The two stand looking at each other for a moment before the referee pushes them both back into their respective corners.
Dan Douglas: “Roxas Knoxx has been very impressive as of late. She reminds me of a more confident version of Robin Brooks. Its amazing to see that the females in this company can not only keep the pace that the guys set, but are able to out shine them sometimes too.”
Billy Mayne: “Well Roxas sure is impressive, but lets not forget that she is like 100 pounds under Nolan’s weight so this guy is going to roll over her faster then The Flash on speed.”
Dan Douglas: “Damn that’s fast.”
Billy Mayne: You better believe it bucko.”
Once the referee has finished doing the mandatory check, he calls for the bell. Both competitors start circling each other around the ring, extending her hands to each other in the traditional way of feeling out their opponent. After a few laps around the ring, the two lock up and Nolan pushes Knoxx across the ring with ease. Roxas rolls to her feet and rushes right back into another lock up which again sees her thrown across the ring by Nolan. Knoxx rolls up to one knee and looks at Nolan. Nolan laughs at Knoxx as she gets back to her feet asking for another lock up. Nolan reaches in to lock up and Knoxx ducks around Nolan, bounce off the ropes and goes for a chop block to the back of Nolan’s knee but Nolan lifts his leg and kicks Knoxx in the head sending her rolling to the outside.
Dan Douglas: “Roxas Knoxx going downstairs trying to get the big man off his feet but Nolan had that well scouted. His time in ULW:R seems to be paying off against the quick little minx.”
Billy Mayne: “She’s a saucy little minx, I’d like to see her scurry…”
Dan Douglas: “Hey, hey ,hey; that’s enough of that talk. Do you want to be booted off this program before you even begin under this new management?”
Billy Mayne: “I’m just saying…”
Dan Douglas: “Well keep those comments to yourself or go post them on Bash.org”
Nolan laughs at Knoxx as she regains her balance from the boot to the head. In a show of arrogance, Nolan turns his back on Knoxx and starts having a go at the referee. Knoxx uses this chance to slide back into the ring and hits Nolan from behind with forearm. Nolan doesn’t even move, he turns around and grabs Knoxx by the hair and throws her into the corner. Nolan goes to the other side of the ring and charges at Knoxx and connects with a splash. Knoxx stumbles out of the corner but before she can fall down, Nolan grabs Knoxx by the neck and lifts her up into a Military Press. Nolan presses Knoxx up and down a few times before Knoxx surprisingly is able to slip free and catch Nolan with a victory roll attempt. Knoxx lands on the ground and tries to pull Nolan over but the big man grabs her by the neck and lifts her up to her feet before dropping her down with a very sloppy chock slam. Nolan puts his foot on Knoxx’s chest for the cover.
1…
2…
The referee points out Knoxx’s foot under the bottom rope.
Nolan grabs Knoxx by her shirt and lifts her to her feet and throws her with ease into the corner. Nolan backs up and gets ready to charge again. Nolan charges at Knoxx but Knoxx rolls out of the way and Nolan goes chest first into the turnbuckle. Knoxx takes advantage and connects with a drop kick to Nolan’s knee and then a stiff roundhouse kick to Nolan’s head which takes the big man to the mat for the first time.
Dan Douglas: “Knoxx finally takes Nolan off his feet. She’s taken a beating from a guy who is close to twice her size.”
Billy Mayne: “It’s probably going to take a mack truck to keep the big guy down. I don’t think I’ve seen a miss match like this since seeing The Little Bastard standing next to The Great Khali at the Royal Rumble.”
Dan Douglas: “The Little Bastard? The Great Khali? Who the hell are you talking about?”
Billy Mayne: “Some crappy Sports Entertainment company on Spike TV.”
Knoxx climbs out onto the ring apron and slingshots herself over the top rope and connects with a leg drop on Nolan before going for a cover.
1…
2…
Nolan kicks out.
Knoxx waits for Nolan to get to his feet before she kicks him in the gut, grabs his head and heads to the top rope where she swings around and hits Nolan with a Tornado DDT. Knoxx keeps up the advantage by pulling Nolan to his knees and hitting his with a combination of stiff kicks before ending it with a dropkick to Nolan’s head. Knoxx heads to the top rope and waits for Nolan to get up before taking him back down with a frog cross body splash. Knoxx holds on for the cover.
1…
2…
Nolan kicks out again
Knoxx sits up on her knees and hits the mat a couple of times out of frustration. She then gets up and pulls Nolan into a hunched over position. Knoxx stops for a moment before hitting a dropsault on the head of Nolan that makes him tumble to the outside. Nolan lands on his feet and faces the ring just in time to see Knoxx leave her feet and fly over the top rope with a Catapult Summersault Plancha. Knoxx crashes into Nolan and both of them tumble to the floor.
Billy Mayne: “Excuse me for a moment while I channel Joey Styles… OH MY GOD!!”
Dan Douglas: “You moron.”
Billy Mayne: “Wait I’ll channel him again… OH MI DIOS!!... Wait… That’s Joey on the Spanish channel.”
Nolan, the stronger and more resilient of the two, makes his way up to his feet first. He pulls Knoxx up to her feet and whips her into the steel ring steps. Nolan rolls in and out of the ring, cutting off the referee’s count out count. Nolan looks at Knoxx for a moment before driving his knee into Knoxx’s head which is next to the steel ring steps. Nolan picks up Knoxx and rolls her lifeless body into the ring. Nolan climbs into the ring and signals for the end. He picks up Knoxx and lifts her up onto the Torture Rack, but before he can drop her into a DVD finishing up his Phenom Bomb finisher, Knoxx rolls off and pushes Nolan into the ropes. Nolan bounces off the ropes and trips over Knoxx who grabs Nolan’s legs for the pin and grabs a handful of tights.
1…
2…
3!!
Dan Douglas: “Even outsized in almost every way, Roxas Knoxx gets the surprising upset over The Phenom Zach Nolan.”
Billy Mayne: “Zach powered his way through this match, upstaging Roxas in every way and in the end it took a cheap tactic like grabbing the tights to get the win.”
Dan Douglas: “Shut up Billy, you’d do the same thing in that situation.”
Billy Mayne: “No I wouldn’t; I would have used a chair first.”
The referee raises Knoxx’s hand as Nolan looks on in disbelief. Knoxx doesn’t even have the energy to sit up on her own so the referee helps her to her feet. Nolan gets up and pushes the referee out of the way. He grabs Knoxx, lowers her down between his legs and lifts her up for a power bomb. Nolan drops Knoxx to the mat with a thunderous force then makes his way out of the ring.
Dan Douglas: “What a bastard! Nolan power bombing Roxas Knoxx after the match is over; that is pure disrespect right there.”
Billy Mayne: “The big lug was humiliated by her tonight, why shouldn’t he do something like that?”
Dan Douglas: “Because it’s cheap thuggery! I know we’re used to seeing that from some of our older and crazier roster members here in IWC, but not an up and comer like Nolan who has a great future in front of him.”
Nolan makes his way up the ramp laughing at Knoxx as referee’s come down to the ring and help her out of the ring. After disappearing into the back, Jon Rich emerges from the opposite side, having just missed Nolan. He charges towards the ring and slips in under the cables, scooting across his knees to come to the aid of Knoxx. He seems to be checking on her in this brutalized state.
PULLED APART
The shimmering World Heavyweight title belt comes into focus, which causes a stir from the crowd. The belt flickers as the light from above shines down on it, even as the strap moves around a bit. A set of long fingers extend outward, sliding down the surface of the belt in almost a sensual manner. The camera pans out slowly to reveal Hurse standing in front of Robin Brooks, who is examining the Championship with a very large smile on her face. Although one arm is elevated and placed across her stomach, she doesn’t allow the pain to bother her, just tries to look happy for Hurse and his World Heavyweight Championship. The two are standing inside the Alpha Generation lockeroom, the camera panning out a bit to reveal Desolation seated in the background, yawning while leaning back first against a sofa, his arms thrown out over the back of it. He rotates his head just to keep himself awake, while Ryan Mills sits a few inches away from him on a perpendicular sofa, appearing rather antsy. However, of greatest interest is Jackson Adams, who is seated in the corner foully glaring in the direction of the World Champion and Robin Brooks.
Robin: Okay, okay, how many times do I have to tell you that it looks great on your shoulder already? It just looks beautiful, is that what you want to hear for the 100th time?
Hurse seems to think about it, raising his finger to his chin, rubbing at it slightly while pondering his response.
Hurse: Saying it 101 times would be even better.
She playfully slaps him on the shoulder before grimacing from the pain in her elbow.
Robin: Well maybe I’d have more time to shamelessly compliment you if you’d actually accompany me to the ring now and then? I certainly could have used your support earlier, especially with controlling your friends.
The mere mention of this makes Hurse grimace a bit before anxiously looking over his shoulder at Jackson, who is rolling his eyes. He then turns towards Desolation, who is giving him a raised eyebrow then pointing at the top of his wrist, insinuating that they’re late for something.
Hurse: Yeah, I’m real sorry about that honey, but Desolation and I got sidetracked playing with a lot of those old contracts he stole from Mark Comeau. You know the ones that Tia didn’t put macaroni art on could be really helpful if phasing AWOL completely out of the picture, and thus ensuring we have absolute control over this company.
Robin nods with a forced smile but quickly lowers her head, turning it away from Hurse who finds this somewhat odd. He reaches down, grabbing her under the jaw to raise her eyes to meet his.
Hurse: Something wrong?
The question makes Robin sigh.
Brooks: Now’s not the time to discuss it.
Hurse: Why not? It’s as good a time as any.
She nervously glances around at the rest of the Alpha Generation members before finally speaking her mind.
Robin: Well, with your alliance with Desolation, your sphere of influence in the IWC, hanging out with the rest of the Alpha Generation, and being World Heavyweight Champion, where do I fit in to the mix? When are we going to have time to be together distraction free. Every time I even get you alone your mind seems to be elsewhere.
Hurse smiles and begins to shake his head and respond before Desolation steps up behind him, throwing his arm over the World Champion’s shoulders.
Desolation: Allow me to field this one, Stevie Boy. Robin, listen, you knew what you were getting into when you started to date this man. Obviously his priorities were always going to be horribly skewed, and combined with the fact that the mere thought of physical interaction between the two of you terrifies him enough to make his penis shrivel up to the size of the one between your legs, it should be obvious that he’d try to avoid you at all cost. And you should be accepting of that fact. Besides, he's only got so much time to spread between us, and your actually expecting him not to spend that time with me, the Dark Man? Your kidding yourself if you think that....
Hurse: Desolation, thanks, you’ve helped me quite enough.
Hurse turns, patting the Dark Man on the shoulder while Desolation steps back slowly, his arms extended out to his sides.
Desolation: Are you sure? I’m always here to provide assistance.
Hurse: Yes, I think I can take it from here.
Desolation: Okay, but hurry it up, I’d actually like to hurt someone tonight if that’s okay with you?
Hurse nods anxiously before the Dark Man turns and begins to march away. Robin watches him walk away with a smile and a shake of her head before the World Champion grabs her around the jaw again, turning her attention back towards him.
Hurse: Robin, we’ll talk about this later, but just rest assure of one thing, no matter what your always going to be the most important thing in my life. No one, or nothing is going to change that. Not this title, and not the Alpha Generation. So don’t worry. I’ll drop by tonight so that we can talk.
Although not entirely satisfied, Robin steps back, nodding her head and holding her arm.
Robin: Okay, but you better show up distraction free this time.
Hurse crosses his heart before Brooks turns and leaves the room, the Champion tilting his head to watch her leave. He finally starts forward in the direction of the door as well, his match only seconds away. However, instead of following him out of the room the camera remains in the dressing chambers, slowly turning in fact to take in the sight of Ryan Mills and Jackson Adams. Ryan has risen to his feet, about to leave the room before Jackson gets stands quickly, walking up behind him. A very speculative glare is captured in Jackson’s narrowed eyes as he grabs Ryan by the shoulder before he could leave, his attention focused on the departing Hurse.
Ryan: What’s up Jackson?
Adams continues to watch the door before glancing at Mills.
Jackson: Oh nothing, I’m just starting to get a little worried about Hurse.
This revelation confuses but intrigues Mills.
Ryan: How so?
Jackson: I’m not sure just yet, but his whole relationship with Robin Brooks just offends me. How could he bring her in here after she helped eliminate me in that match earlier tonight?
Mills: Oh come on man, can’t you just let bygones be bygones?
Adams: Maybe, but I feel disrespected that he just brought her in here without even consulting us.
Ryan begins to chuckle before he pats Jackson on the shoulder.
Ryan: Just calm down, Bro, everything will be cool. Hurse knows what he’s doing, and I’m sure the last thing he wanted to do was offend you. So just chill out.
Mills turns and walks off, leaving Jackson in his wake. Instead of looking reassured, he just appears that much more agitated and unsure.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
CHAPEL & SIMON CAGERO VS. DESOLATION & HURSE
The show comes back to the ring, where the fans seem overly anxious for the next, impending contest, the very first IWC main event.
Douglas: Well, Billy, are you ready for another history making moment?
Mayne: Another one? Haven’t we had enough already tonight?
Dan: Apparently not. Anyway, this will be the very first Riot main event ever and even though I’m not particularly fond of the participants involved it should be a great tag team match up.
The crowd begins to quiet down, growing impatient, wanting to bask in the greatness of yet another huge wrestling star, another phenomenal athlete. That’s when the lights begin to dim in the arena, everything becoming almost completely pitch black. An opening guitar riff begins to play in the background, causing the fans to begin booing quite viciously, realizing who is about to stroll through the curtains, tying this musical beat in with the arrival of a true Legend.
Hey,
I’m your life,
I’m the one who takes you there
As this word is screamed through the sound system, Sad But True by Metallica begins to play throughout the arena, a single spotlight shining upon the curtains that comprise the entry way. Yellow lights dance around the ring from the rafters as through the curtains strides none other than Hurse, the Master of Control. Everyone is infuriated, nay outraged by his presence as he stops upon the stage, soaking up the appreciation he believes he is receiving for all of his prior acts here in the ULW. A long yellow, sleeveless trench coat, with a hood, hangs from his body, shadowing his face somewhat and dragging across the stage behind him with the World title belt shimmering while positioned around his waist. A small white surgical mask clings to the area around his nose and mouth as Hurse sticks his arms out to his sides and now begins to spin in circles, revealing the black protective gloves clinging to his hands, and showing off the black dragon design upon the back of his coat. The fans are screaming, vocalizing their pure hatred as Hurse stops abruptly upon the ramp and turns towards the curtains. Through them stride two men in yellow shirts, carrying with them matching cans of air sanitizer. They begin to spray into the stands at Hurse’s sides and then around the area of the ramp where he intends to walk, making sure to prevent any type of contamination. Hurse turns around to face the ring, where the lights from the rafters are still sending beams of yellow rays down upon the canvas, dancing about it in synchronism with the music. Hurse shoves aside the two men with air spray as he now jumps gracefully onto the apron, removing his coat slowly before tossing it to one of the individuals in yellow shirts. This allows his yellow wrist bands and tights to come into view, as well as his black elbow pads and boots, matching the color of the dragon designed wrapped around the thigh areas of his lower attire. He grabs the top rope now and jumps over it into the center of the ring as he sticks his arms out to his sides and spins in circles across the ring, the crowd screaming with absolute disgust at the sight of him. He just looks towards the heavens however, absorbing all that he is being bombarded with, the pure negativity from the stands. He removes the World title from his waist and lifts it high in the air.
Mayne: And what a way to kick off the main event than by having the Alpha Gen Prophet, and World Heavyweight Champion Hurse be the first one to grace us with his magnificent, awe inspiring presence.
Dan: I think he may have the longest entrance I’ve ever been forced to endure sitting through. I guess his long entrance matches his long windedness.
Mayne: He has a right to have a big overblown entrance, and an hour’s worth of time to berate whomever he may be discussing. He’s the World Heavyweight Champion.
Dan: Yes, but he doesn’t have the right to bore us to tears while doing it.
The arena lights dim and the opening chords of the Rolling Stones' "Paint it Black" echo throughout the arena. Lights begins to flash as the electronic noise of the opening to Tarot's "I Rule." As the distroted strings kick in, the arena lights begin to flash, Desolation's logo appearing on the Jumbotron.
The heavy metals guitars kick in and a spotlight picks Desolation out in the audience, one fist raised in the air.
"I was crowned a king in a womb,
tore my mother apart at birth,
gnawed at my father's bones,
then gave them to the earth!"
Desolation begins to slowly walk down the stairs to the ring, stripping of his black leather duster and stepping onto the ring barricade. He raises his arms straight out from his body, turning his head to the right, and then slowly to the left, looking over the crowd who has a mixed reaction at the sight of him.
"Bowels of a grave turned loose,
I RULE!"
spat out the one the reaper couldn't use.
Desolation slides into the ring and jumps onto his feet before approaching Hurse who is bowing down to him, the Dark Man smirking before shaking his head.
Mayne: I never thought I’d see the day where I’d be so pleased with the arrival of Desolation.
Dan: Your ass kissing knows no shame.
Billy: Any member of the Alpha Generation deserves a shameless ass kissing, Dan. Their superior to the rest of us, haven’t you figured that out yet?
The lights go dim and suddenly red lights begin to flash and light the staging area. The speakers throughout the arena come to life and the scream of ‘REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!!!’ is heard as “Personal Jesus” by Marilyn Manson begins to play as fire rises around the entranceway. A massive form is seen shrouded in darkness standing behind the flames. As the song hits the hard, echoing chorus for the first time, Chapel walks through the fire and out to the aisle. The massive zealot walks to the ring, his head covered in a black hood and a black trench coat covering his body. He walks up to the side of the ring and stands outside the ropes. The hardcore titan steps into the ring and stands in the center. He slowly removes his coat and tosses it to the side and finally rips off his hood and tosses that to the side as well, revealing his black and white War Angel shirt. With red light filling the ring, Chapel stretches out his arms and lifts up his head looking to the sky. With the lights dying down and his music fading out, Chapel stands in the ring and blesses himself with his taped fists, ready to battle. Hurse and Desolation stand back, eyeing him, before the Master of Control steps forward, holding out his title while pointing in its direction. Chapel merely smirks insidiously.
Mayne: Man, I wish I knew rather I should support Chapel or not. I mean, he did damn near kill himself in that match at Paranoia IV and prove what kind of hardcore Icon he is, but at the same time he’s standing in direct opposition to the Alpha Generation! This is so tough.
Douglas: Billy, I don’t understand why you can’t go without being brainwashed for more than five minutes and reach your own informed decision on who you want to support. Wait, why do you need to support anyone anyhow, can’t you remain unbiased?
Mayne: And what, be like you? No thanks, I actually want to have a personality.
Chapel stares up the ramp in the direction of the stage, impatiently waiting for his partner in order to get this match started. Finally the lights dim down, and turn to red and blue, as soft, serene music starts to play, followed by something heroic. The crowd starts to boo, as two spotlights come onto the stage, and the video on screen plays, showing children playing soccer in a field, without a care in the world, before Simon Cagero steps into the scene and punts it behind a fence, where a ravenous dog is, before the scene on video burns out and is replaced with another scene where Simon is guiding a woman's head to his crotch, and another where Simon is riding a woman he's bent over a car. A third spotlight comes up on stage, following the start of the entrance music, this one, circling around the other two spotlights. Suddenly, white noise followed by a voiceover comes over the PA
"Who are we kidding?! It's time to get WASTED!"
The boos from the crowd get louder, and louder, until finally Simon Cagero comes out from the backstage wearing a long sleave black shirt, as well as his wrestling tights and boots. He has a smug look on face, as he dusts his hands off, and looks down. He looks completely surprised, as he turns around, and makes the motion of doing up his fly. He turns around on the stage, and shakes his head before walking. He stops before reaching the ramp, raising his arms.. Oh wait, no he doesn't. He just laughs and tells the fans to fuck off. He walks down the ramp and jumps onto the apron, eyeing all those in the ring with a very apathetic expression on his face. He finally slips through the cables into the squared circle while yawning in the direction of his opposition, Desolation and Hurse having a slight chuckle at his expense.
Dan: Nice to see Cagero out here again, as long as he keeps to wrestling, and not to the same type of antics we saw earlier in the evening.
Mayne: Ohhhh, he’s just going to be wrestling this time?
Dan: Yes, God dammit, that’s what he gets a paycheck for!
Billy: Says you.
The crowd is cheering as both Hurse and Desolation stand in one corner, lifting their hands in the air while doing a paper, rocks, scissors to decide who gets to start the match for their team. The Dark Man stops half way through though and eyes Chapel standing in the corner, ready to start things out for his team. He then turns back towards Hurse and shrugs.
Desolation: I’ll let you start this one out.
The Dark Man pats Hurse softly on his head while the Champion turns to eye Chapel in the corner then mouths the words, “gee, thanks.” He steps forward as the bell rings, Chapel starting to move out of the corner as well before Simon reaches in and slaps his back, tagging himself in. The War Angel turns, eyeing Simon who enters and begins to wave the monster out of the ring with the back of his hand. He then slaps his chest, and points to himself implying that he’s the only one capable of properly wrestling this match. Chapel’s eyes roll before he turns and slips through the ropes onto the apron, Cagero turning to eye Hurse, who rushes out of the corner with great quickness. As soon as he comes in though, Simon catches him with a huge hip toss, flipping Hurse over hard onto his back. The bandaged Champion collapses onto his back before Simon steps forward, grabbing him around the ankle and lifting up on it, pulling Hurse over into a backwards roll, straight onto his feet. Cagero takes him by the wrist, whipping him into the cables before the champ bounces off and comes back into Simon who catches him under the arm, setting for another hip toss. Hurse plants his feet though and then steps around to Cagero’s opposite side, setting up for his own hip toss, yet Simon blocks it. He raises his finger and motions, “no, no, no” before kneeing Hurse to the gut and lifting his leg into the air, placing it on top of the back of his opponent’s neck. Hurse stands up and in turn causes Simon to flip over backwards, landing on his feet with the Alpha Prophet turning to take him by the wrist. He pulls Cagero forward into a short arm clothesline only for Simon to duck it, continuing across the ring into the opposite ropes. He bounces off and comes back in when Hurse drops down onto his chest and stomach in front of him, causing Cagero to hop over him but then duck forward as he rolls across the canvas. He gets right back onto his feet while Hurse stands and rushes in at him only to be caught around the neck, Simon falling over into a side headlock take down. Hurse crashes onto his back with Cagero coming down spine first onto his sternum only for the World Champion to lift his legs, locking them around Simon’s neck. He pulls down on it before Cagero nips up out of the headlock right onto his feet. He then steps to Hurse’s side and flips forward into a senton leg drop only for his opponent to roll out of the way in the nick of time. Simon crashes hard into the canvas with Hurse standing up and flipping forward into his own senton splash, but Cagero rolls out of the way this time. Hurse lands hard on his back then rolls to his knees, as does Simon, both men eyeing one another with their fists clinched and their eyes full intensity. The fans clap loudly at the sight of all the counters leading into this stare-down.
Douglas: A very nice series of counters and chain wrestling between these two men. This is shaping up to be a truly epic main event on the first edition of Riot.
Mayne: This main event could set the tempo for IWC going into the new year.
The Champion and just one man who might find himself being a future challenger begin to circle one another, still staring the other down. They then lunge forward into a collar elbow tie up before Hurse swings around Simon’s arm, extending it out to his side with the twisting wrist lock. Cagero stomps both feet in pain before he dives forward across the ring. He rolls onto his posterior and then drops back still being held in the wrist lock, rolling in reverse this time. He gets onto his feet and then cartwheels over sideways still trapped in the submission, landing straight on his feet then swinging around under Hurse’s arm. He reverses the submission into his own wrist lock before Hurse rushes forward into the cables, jumping onto the second one. He springs off it then extends his legs, dropping them onto the top cable in order to moonsault over backwards right onto his feet. As soon as he does this he frees his arm and steps under Cagero’s, dragging it around behind his back into the hammerlock. Cagero stomps both his feet, trying to get out of this submission before reaching back with his arm, locking it around Hurse’s, he pushes down on his knees then jumps high into the air. He is holding Hurse in a stunner position before he turns his body and falls sideways towards the canvas, connecting with a snapmare that flips the Champion over right onto his posterior. The Master of Control crashes into the canvas while the creator of controversy scoots up behind him, locking Hurse in a quick rear naked choke. He is cutting off the air to his opponent’s head, really squeezing at it with both arms while the fans have a mixed reaction. Hurse tries his best to free himself, attempting to pull the arms away from his throat while forcing his feet beneath him, Desolation yelling at him to get his ass up already and stop hamming it up. Hurse gets to his feet with Cagero standing up behind him with the rear naked choke still applied before the Champion grabs the arm cutting off his throat. He drops down to the canvas, pulling down on the arm as well in order to flip Cagero over with a huge arm drag. Simon rolls across the canvas right onto his feet with Hurse standing up in front of him before rushing in at the World Champion. He jumps over Cagero though, Simon running into the cables behind him and bouncing off, rushing back in at Hurse who turns into a jumping butt attack straight from Cagero. His posterior connects right with Hurse’s sternum, knocking him off of his feet, and sending him crashing into the canvas. Simon turns around to face his opponent while slapping his own ass.
Simon: Buns of steel people, buns of steel. You only wish you were this toned.
There are some boos from the crowd while Hurse gets to his feet slowly, holding his chest and Simon charging in. He turns into a running butt assault again before the Alpha Prophet reaches out, catching Cagero around the waist and allowing him to drop down onto his palms in front of him. Cagero pushes himself up off the canvas into a windmill almost before swinging around the side of Hurse, ending up landing behind his back while wrapping his arms around the Champion’s waist. He pulls Hurse over into a sunset flip.
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Hurse kicks out by rolling over backwards while Cagero does the same, getting onto his feet. Hurse is on all fours before Simon rushes into the cables behind him, bouncing off and coming back in, stepping on his opponent’s back then with his other foot pushing down hard into the back of the Champion’s head. The crowd groans a bit after the collision while Hurse is pushed face first down into the canvas, Simon turning and charging in again as he steps off the Champion’s spine, jumping off at his corner. He tags Chapel in quickly, the War Angel appearing rather foul in temperament before sliding in himself.
Douglas: Chapel tagged in here Billy, the War Angel about to step foot in the first IWC main event.
Mayne: When Chapel sets foot in the ring your always guaranteed some type of history making moment, and what better place to make history than right here on IWC’s inaugural show? There, have I done a good enough job hyping it?
The War Angel steps towards Hurse who has risen to his feet, his back facing the religious zealot lurking behind his back. As his entire frame is shadowed beneath Chapel, a large gulp forms in his throat and his eyes open wide with panic. He turns quickly towards Chapel and then falls backwards onto his posterior at the mere sight of the monster. He lifts his hands, palms open and extended out towards Chapel, begging off before the King of Monsters reaches out slowly, as if going for a handshake. He suddenly changes it up into a test of strength on Hurse’s hand though, then does the same to the other. He is really bending the wrists of the World Champion backwards, Hurse roaring in anguish while resting on his knees, shaking his head and beginning for mercy. Chapel yanks Hurse right up onto his feet and then swings around under his arm, still cupping his palm in his own. He then places his other hand to Hurse’s elbow and lifts him into the air, holding him up by one arm alone. The crowd is surprisingly putting their hands together as the Cartel Champion keeps Hurse hoisted in the air with one arm alone before he changes things up, placing one of his palms to his opponent’s gut. He then places the other hand to Hurse’s chest, hoisting him high above his head in a gorilla press before throwing him down to the right, causing the World Champion to crash hard spine first into the canvas. Hurse sits up on the canvas, arching his back and closing his eyes together, unable to shout out in pain before Chapel steps up behind him and kicks him hard to his skull. The Alpha Prophet turns away from Chapel, the War Angel shifting his attention straight to Simon in the corner. Cagero yawns and pats his hand against his mouth, acting indifferent to what he is seeing while Chapel shouts something at him.
Chapel: You see that? That’s how you wrestle, you remember how to do that right?
Cagero chuckles and makes a jerking off motion while Hurse gets to his feet rushing up behind Chapel then drilling him over the back with a forearm strike. Chapel is staggered a bit but not taken down as he slowly turns to eye Hurse with anger depicted in his features. Hurse smiles and puts his hands up again before Chapel throws a brutally stiff knife edge chop right across his sternum. The shot echoes throughout the arena while Hurse is knocked onto his back, going into convulsions then rolling to his knees and rushing to his feet as fast as he can. As soon as he does though Chapel takes him down with another stiff chop to his chest. The Champion scrambles to his feet when Chapel rushes forward with a lariat directly to his throat, again knocking him to the canvas hard across his back. The fans are getting into this while Hurse rolls quickly away from Chapel, and gets to his knees before scurrying towards Desolation in the corner. He reaches out, wrapping his arms around the Dark Man’s waist while Desolation rolls his eyes and reaches in, tagging Hurse’s shoulder. Chapel steps back, motioning for Desolation step in, to bring some of whatever he’s got to offer while the former Champion’s eyebrow merely raises, followed by a slight, dismissive chuckle.
Douglas: And here we go Billy, a match up I’ve been waiting a while to see. These two haven’t stood in the ring against one another in over a year, and still, up to this point, I’m unsure if there’s ever been a singles match between them.
Mayne: Which is probably for the best, since the two would un-doubtfully tear the house down in the process of tearing each other apart. Heh, my segways are so creative.
Dan: To one person they are at least.
Desolation steps into the ring slowly, eyeing Chapel closely who is still waving him onward, demanding that he bring him. Both men begin to circle one another slowly, keeping their eyes on another before Hurse steps up behind Chapel, tapping him on the shoulder. The War Angel spins around before Hurse spits right in his eyes, the crowd reacting with outrage at the sight of this. The disrespectful act causes Chapel to step back, slowly swiping the saliva out of his eyes in anger and then stepping towards a smirking Hurse who has slipped back onto the apron, his back facing his large opponent. Chapel grabs Hurse by the hair and spins him around before slapping his hand around his throat before Desolation comes rushing in behind him, delivering a huge dropkick right to the War Angel’s upper back. The impact causes Chapel to fall forward against the cables while Hurse grabs hold of his arm, taking it off his throat and then dropping off the apron, pulling his shoulder down into the top rope. Chapel’s arm bounces off the top rope before he turns to face Desolation who has stood up in front of him. He moves in quickly and delivers a hard buzzsaw kick right to Chapel’s shoulder, the impact sounding throughout the arena before Desolation connects with an even stiffer chop to his sternum. The strike causes Chapel to fall back first against the cables, leaning on them for support before the Dark Man grabs him by the jaw, holding his head up. The Dark Man playfully slaps Chapel on the cheek lightly before the King of Monsters reacts with his own, brutal palm strike to the side of Desolation’s face. The former World Champion is staggered by the strike before Chapel moves forward with a palm strike to the other side of his face. Each strike backs Desolation up slowly, and disorientate him even more, almost losing his balance throughout the process. Chapel slaps him to the other cheek, then the far one, spit flying throughout the air and dispersing in the process. Desolation then spins around though, connecting with a back heel kick of the stiff variety to Chapel’s gut, doubling him over. The Dark Man then moves forward, connecting with a kick to the back of Chapel’s thigh, before striking the rear side of his other leg. The strikes cause Chapel to hop between feet before Desolation connects with an even stiffer chop to his sternum, both men just exchanging hard shots.
Desolation slugs Chapel under the jaw several times now, backing him up into the cables and then kicking him several times to the gut. Again he hits another stiff as hell chop straight to Chapel’s sternum that causes the crowd to groan in shock before Desolation steps in front of him, spinning around for a roaring elbow. The War Angel launches his foot up into Desolation’s jaw though, booting him to the face and causing him to hunch over as he turns away from his bigger opponent. Desolation is checking the alignment of his teeth while Chapel starts to step away from the cables only for Hurse to step across the apron, reaching out and wrapping his hands around the big man’s chin. He drops off the apron, pulling Chapel down across the back of his neck into the top rope, the crowd groaning as the move causes the giant to stumble forward into Desolation. The Dark Man bends forward, catching Chapel against his shoulders, standing up straight with all his strength to keep his much bigger opponent loaded in the fireman’s carry. Desolation turns, wrapping his arm around the back of Chapel’s head before dragging him down to the canvas with a hard death valley driver. The collision with the canvas causes Chapel to sit up, wrapping his hands around the back of his head, the fans unable to believe the demonstrate of strength from Desolation that they just witnessed. As they react with cheers Desolation rises, giving them a snide stare then returning his attention to his seated opponent. Planting himself in front of Chapel he kicks his leg back and then launches it hard with a buzzsaw kick directly to his opponent’s sternum. Chapel is knocked onto his back while Desolation falls into the cover, burying his elbow into his face.
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With a few seconds to spare Chapel kicks out, turning away from Desolation who quickly stands up, stomping him to the back of the head. Chapel tries to roll away from him but Desolation keeps stomping him to the back of his skull over and over again. The shots weaken Chapel who gets to his knees, trying to stand up only for Desolation to move in now and begin driving elbow after elbow directly into the back of his skull. Yet Chapel is still rising to his feet before Desolation grabs the back of his head and then delivers a stiff upward kick right into his face. The strike causes Chapel to land on his knees, grabbing his forehead, almost knocked out by the strike. Desolation turns and charges right into the cables in front of Chapel, bouncing off before coming with a great burst of speed before the big man stands, placing his hands to his opponent’s mid-section, throwing him up high into the air while standing. The upward pitch causes Desolation to catch tremendous height before he comes crashing down chest and stomach first directly into the canvas. He slams into the ring hard, bouncing up onto his elbows and knees, grinding his teeth in pain but trying not to show it. Just then Hurse springs onto the top rope and flies off at the rising Chapel, who catches the World Champion on his shoulders before powerbombing him on top of Desolation in the crawling position. The entire arena erupts into a wave of cheers as Hurse bounces off the Dark Man and rolls across the canvas, arching his spine, Desolation doing the same.
Fans: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!
Douglas: What a move by Chapel! He pulled Hurse down right out of the air on top of the Dark Man!
Mayne: I can’t believe I’m seeing this. We though Desolation and Hurse would be unstoppable, but Chapel is actually getting in a lot of offense here.
Dan: Right now he’s dominating both of these men.
Instead of celebrating with the rest of the fans, Simon is turned away from the ring, talking to Kaily Wolf at ringside, motioning towards his penial region while she looks on disgust. Chapel steps in and slaps him hard on the back though, Simon arching his spine and turning back towards an intense War Angel, who is motioning for him to get his ass back in the ring. He doesn’t even notice Desolation stepping up behind him, holding his kidneys throughout the process. Desolation grabs the shoulder of Chapel, spinning him around and then slugging him hard to the chin before doing it once again. The strikes cause Chapel to be knocked backwards into the cables while Hurse stands up and then moves in on the attack as well. He is holding his spine as he slugs the War Angel under the jaw as well, both men then grabbing one of Chapel’s wrists each and whipping him across the ring. Chapel bounces off the cables and comes back in while Desolation and Hurse interlock hands, charging forward for a double lariat only for their opposition to get his elbows up in front of him. He plows through their arms, causing both men to be sent into spirals before they turn to face Chapel who bounces off the opposite cables, coming back in with a double lariat. He connects with Hurse yet Desolation ducks the attempted strike at his head. As soon as he stands up though, Simon springs onto the top rope then flies off, turning in mid-air to land on Desolation’s shoulders, dropping back while swinging around into a huge hurricarana. The crowd erupts as Desolation is flipped over, crashing onto his back then rolling across the ring. Both Alpha Generation members spill under the cables to the outside of the ring, landing on their feet in order to gather themselves before Chapel steps towards the ropes, turning his back to those lurking just beyond them. Simon stands up in front of the War Angel then rushes straight at him, jumping into the air and placing both of his feet in his cupped hands. Chapel raises his hands up into the air quickly, throwing Cagero over top of him and the ropes, Simon flying high, high into the air, flipping over into a huge senton pancha right on top of Desolation as well as Hurse at ringside. All three men crash into the mats with the fans going absolutely insane. They slap the barricades and stomp their feet while Cagero rolls onto his seat, raising his arms into the air then motioning towards himself, demanding praise.
Mayne: Simon thrown like he were a cannonball right onto the Alpha Generation at ringside! This is not fair at all, these two won’t even give Hurse or Desolation the chance to recuperate.
Douglas: Of course they wouldn’t. If they did they wouldn’t be capable wrestlers in this stage of the game.
The crowd is still excited, going nuts over what they just witnessed while Simon forces himself to his feet, turning towards Hurse who has just gotten to his feet. He slugs him across the face, and then does it again, the World Champion stumbled by the strikes while Chapel turns to face everyone on the outside of the ring. A rather maniacal expression settles into his features, the crowd standing and screaming as they realize he might be about to take flight. Chapel turns, rushing across the ring into the opposite cables, bouncing off before coming back in only to be met with a basement dropkick directly to one of his shins. The stiff strike knocks Chapel off of his feet and to a crawling base thanks to Desolation, who just slid into the ring in the nick of time. Desolation gets up and bolts up beside Chapel, delivering another stiff basement dropkick right to the side of his monstrous opponent’s face. The strike knocks Chapel over onto his back, rolling across the ring and towards the ropes. Desolation rolls to his hands and knees, getting up quickly before turning towards the cables which Simon is standing up just behind. He grabs the top rope and pulls himself over before turning and landing on the middle cable. He springs off and spins around in mid-air, flying at Desolation who was un-prepared before catching him around the neck, then dragging him around into a huge tornado DDT. The Dark Man’s head crashes hard into the canvas before he flips over onto his posterior, looking glossy eyed. Hurse has slid into the ring holding his jaw behind the slowly rising Simon now, bent forward, motioning for him to stand up eagerly. Simon stands and turns right as Hurse rushes in with a lariat, however Cagero ducks it, stepping behind his back. The World Champion turns around quickly when Simon steps up him and delivers a stiff enzugari kick right to the back of his head. The impact sounds throughout the arena and causes Hurse’s eyes to roll to the back of his head while throwing punches at imaginary figures. Simon stands up in front of him and then delivers a hard European Uppercut directly to his jaw. The shot almost causes Hurse to fall down before Simon kicks him to the gut, placing him in a front gantry.
He attempts to lift him but somehow Hurse is able to counter with a well placed knee directly to Cagero’s gut, doubling him over. Hurse now slaps on a front gantry of his own and lifts Simon high into the air for the vertical suplex only for the controversial one to shift his weight. He begins to fall back down towards the canvas before turning his body, reaching back with his legs and wrapping them around Hurse’s waist, setting up for a roll up. Hurse wraps his own arms around Simon’s waist though while turning so that his back is facing the rising Desolation. Simon’s palms place against the canvas before he pushes himself off and upward with his legs still wrapped around Hurse’s waist. He is going for a wheelbarrow move of some sorts again before Hurse catches his arms, hooking them and allowing Cagero to land on his feet in front of him, then dropping back into the release dragon suplex. The momentum flips Cagero over, causing him to crash chest and face first into the canvas before popping right back up onto his feet due to the sheer impact with the ring. As soon as he stands up though, Desolation moves behind him hooking his arm and lifting him into a half nelson back breaker straight across his knee. The fans react with shock over the combination move that causes Simon to bounce off Desolation’s knee then land on all fours at his side. The Dark Man stands up straight and turns around to face Cagero, grabbing him around the head before pulling it between his legs. He wraps his arms around Cagero’s waist and lifts him up into the air in a powerbomb position before Hurse rushes in, jumping high into the air, catching Simon by both shoulders while burying his knees into his lower back. Desolation powerbombs Cagero down straight into a huge back cracker across Hurse’s knees. The fans cannot help but to stand up and go nuts over what they just witnessed while Simon bounces off the knees, falling to the canvas and roaring in pain.
Mayne: OHHHH, what a sequence of tag team moves by both Desolation and Hurse. These two guys working exceptionally well as a team here.
Douglas: Shockingly your correct, Billy. But I’m also stunned to see that both Simon Cagero and Chapel have been working as a cohesive unit as well, in what has so far been an excellent tag team main event!
Simon is lying on his chest and stomach in utter agony throughout his back while the referee implores the World Champion to vacate the ring, Desolation demanding his partner play by the rules as well. Hurse shrugs and then steps on Simon’s back in order to get over him, walking into his corner, inflicting as much pain as he could on Cagero before departing. Desolation drops down beside Simon, pushing him over onto his back and nonchalantly hooking the leg.
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Cagero narrowly gets his shoulder off the canvas, Chapel stepping back up into his corner and shouting at Simon to get his head out of his ass. Desolation stands Cagero up, the battered former Anni champion barely able to get his feet beneath him before the Dark Man hits a spinning back chop to his face. The strike causes Simon to spiral into the cables, Desolation moving in and delivering a blistering shin kick right to his sternum. The impact causes Cagero to bend over forward, writhing in pain while his wrist is taken hold of and he’s whipped across the ring. Simon charges into the opposite ropes and jumps into the air though at the last second, landing on the middle cable. He springs off and turns in mid-air, flying right at Desolation who catches him across the chest with one arm though and drags him down with a urange back breaker straight across his knee. Simon bounces off the knee and flips over backwards onto his knees, reaching for his kidneys before Desolation steps forward, hooking up both of his arms, dragging him to his feet then throwing him up into the air. Simon is turned in mid-air so that he comes down back first right onto Desolation’s knee again with a double underhook back breaker. The pain really becomes apparent in Simon’s features while he tumbles onto his side, reaching for his kidneys and vocalizing his anguish. Desolation stands up slowly, looking around at the fans, many of which actually are cheering for Simon, therefore he lifts his hands into the air and begins to mock them by clapping his palms together. He puts on a sad expression while continuing to clap as if he’s actually trying to motivate Cagero who has pushed himself up onto his elbows and knees, desperately trying to make it to his corner. Before he can though, Desolation steps forward, jumping into the air and delivering a double stomp right to his kidneys. The impact knocks Cagero right back down to his front on the canvas, reaching for his back once more. Desolation grabs him around the jaw, dragging him to his feet before scooping him up into the air and stepping towards his corner. He places Simon’s legs around the top rope and causes him to hang from the turnbuckle in a tree of woe before turning and making the tag to the World Champion. Hurse enters the ring quickly while Desolation steps up onto the corner as well then places his foot directly between Simon’s legs, standing on his crotch.
Fans: Oh Canada!
Desolation shoots a brazened, shocked expression to the fans.
Desolation: Do I look Canadian you fucking Canucks?
Right as he says this Hurse rushes across the ring and delivers a hesitation dropkick directly to Simon’s face with the Dark Man still standing on his testicles. Ingelson steps in, starting a five count before Desolation drops off of the testicles of Cagero and exits the ring at the official’s behest. Simon falls down out of the tree of woe with his side against the ropes before Desolation sticks his foot through the cables, placing it to the side of Cagero’s head and pushing it against playfully. This causes Simon to fall back first against the turnbuckle before Hurse rushes in quickly, diving forward with a knee directly into Cagero’s face. The crowd groans the impact before Hurse bends forward, grabbing both of Simon’s legs and lifting them up onto his shoulders. Cagero reaches up, trying to grasp the middle cable before Hurse pulls him into the air with what looks like a powerbomb out of the corner, but instead turns and allows Simon to drop with a back breaker across his knee. The fans react with repulsion and despair as Simon falls off the knee onto his chest and stomach, reaching for his kidneys in tremendous pain.
Mayne: The Alpha Generation now thoroughly dissecting Simon Cagero’s back. He’s the sacrificial lamb in there right now.
Dan: Indeed, after connecting with that powerbomb, back cracker combination everything for the team of Chapel and Cagero has been going down hill. With the spinal column just being thoroughly picked apart by the AG.
Billy: You forgot to add the word, brilliantly in there as well. I mean, every time you involve the name Alpha Generation in a sentence, you’ve got to include the word brilliant as well.
Douglas: I think you do enough ass kissing for the both of us as it is Billy.
The fans are still reacting with disgust while Hurse now gets to his feet and interlocks his hands behind his head, doing squat thrust across the canvas in the direction of Chapel. The War Angel doesn’t look amused by Hurse who stands up with a wide grin on his face. He then flips off Chapel, who refuses to be baited into the ring before Hurse turns back towards Simon on all fours. He begins to step towards him when Cagero crawls quickly across the canvas, right through Hurse then reaches out for the tag. His fingers fall just short of Chapel’s hand though as Hurse turns, grabbing Cagero by the ankle and dragging him backwards before dropping a quick elbow directly into Simon’s spine. Cagero yells out in pain before Hurse rushes to his feet and drops another quick elbow to his opponent’s kidneys then steps over his back, grabbing him by the belt line to pull him back up into a crawling position. He jumps into the air, coming down posterior first right into his kidney area, Simon falling onto his stomach and yelling in pain. Hurse steps to his side and grabs Cagero under the jaw, pulling him up onto his knees while bending forward to get into his face, glaring straight into his eyes.
Hurse: What do you think about me now, Mr. Controversial?
Cagero: I think you’re a thirty year old virgin who still can’t get his dick wet!
Hurse’s eyes widen before he stands up and delivers a hard boot right to Cagero’s jaw, knocking him onto his back then mounting his sternum. He pulls up on the back of Cagero’s head and begins to drill him repeatedly to the forehead with closed fists, the referee starting a five count to disqualify him. He reaches four before Hurse jumps into the air and stomps down on Simon’s forehead, Cagero convulsing a bit on the canvas as a result, rolling back and forth while protecting his forehead. Hurse grabs Cagero by the hair and rolls him onto his seat now before dropping down behind his back, locking his leg around one arm and hooking up the other. He has him placed in a picture perfect abdominal stretch, really tearing at the muscles in Simon’s back and abdomen. Hurse lifts his free hand and begins to club Cagero over the ribs repeatedly, keeping him on his seat and still trapped in this submission. After enduring all of the attacks on his back it seems that Simon is almost incapable of standing up, of fighting out of this submission. He tries to push himself up only for Hurse to club him over the ribs again and continue to press the advantage. Before he has the time to even comprehend tapping out, Chapel enters and boots Hurse right to the face, forcing him to break the hold and fall onto his back. Chapel quickly steps into his corner again and extends his arm over the top rope, his fingers twiddling, desperate for a tag while Hurse rolls across the ring, slapping Desolation’s out stretched palm. The Dark Man enters the ring while Simon is just starting to get to his feet, one knee placed to the canvas and his arm stretched towards Chapel’s open palm. Just then Desolation scoops Simon up off the canvas under one arm and then drops him spine first directly across his knee with a textbook Canadian back breaker. All the air and energy is sucked out of Simon’s pain ridden body while he tumbles onto his stomach, Desolation standing up then beginning to clap his hands together again to further patronize the fans. They begin booing him instinctively while Simon pushes himself up onto his elbows, his eyes clouded with a daze and his hands reaching desperately for the tag. The Dark Man bends forward, giving him the thumbs up then turning, bolting across the ring at Chapel and delivering a flying forearm strike directly under his jaw. Chapel is knocked off the corner onto his feet while Hurse comes rushing around the ring, driving his shoulder into the War Angel’s gut and pushing him backwards spine first into the steel plates of the barricade. Chapel’s body hits hard, causing him to fall onto his posterior as Hurse backs away, admiring his handiwork.
In the ring Desolation is still slapping his hands together as he now slips through the ropes onto the apron, standing in Simon’s corner while extending his palm out over the ropes. He calls out desperately for Simon to make the tag as the desperate, incoherent Cagero gets closer and now slaps the hand of Desolation. Some of the fans laugh as Desolation enters the ring, looking all fired up with his fist clinched and raised into the air before he immediately commences with stomping at Simon again. The crowd boos this while others still cheer with laughter, watching Desolation at first pretend to be Simon’s partner only to get the tag in and dish out more punishment on his battered opponent, who’s ring rust is shining through quite clearly.
Mayne: Hahaha, Desolation playing some mental games with Simon Cagero, that’s just hilarious.
Douglas: Well Billy, its not as if you have the best sort of sense of humor, I mean, you thought Cat in the Hat was hilarious.
Billy: It was dammit, it was. That big furry cat was hilarious, and his hat which served as a metaphor for his penis. You can’t ask for better family entertainment than that. It even had Dakota Fanning in it, and children are suppose to be obligated to watch anything she’s in!
Dan: Calm down Billy.
Desolation grabs Simon by the jaw, pulling him to his knees and then kicking him hard to the side of the face to knock him down to the canvas again. Many of the fans are now calling for Simon to get up while Chapel starts to drag himself up onto the apron, his back throbbing with pain, yet he blocks it, even after enduring the hell of the Death Match at Paranoia. Desolation steps over Simon’s back and interlocks his hands under his jaw, pulling in reverse with the camel clutch. The pain on Cagero’s face is severe, he squints his eyes and desperately reaches out for the cables which are just a few feet away. But he can’t make it, Desolation staring straight up into Chapel’s eyes while he tries to pull himself up onto the apron. Cagero is still holding on though, refusing to tap even as Hurse rushes into the ring behind Desolation. He bounces off the cables and comes back with a hard basement dropkick straight to Simon’s face while he was trapped in the camel clutch position. After the impact which elicits a groan from the crowd, Hurse rolls to the outside of the ring and Desolation drops forward, his knees lodged beneath Simon’s armpits, pulling him over onto his shoulders as a result.
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Simon kicks out, dropping over sideways while Desolation keeps his ankles under his armpits, rolling with him. He sits up behind Cagero’s back then steps forward, immediately burying his knee into the small of Simon’s back, wrapping his hands around his jaw. Repulsion escalates throughout the crowd at the sight of the Dark Man staying in firm control, once again holding onto a submission, seconds away from causing Cagero to tap out. Many members of the crowd are standing, clapping, slapping the barricades, stomping their feet, doing whatever it takes for Simon to get up and for this match to continue. Somehow, even after all the pain that has been unleashed on his spine, Cagero starts to push himself up, attempting to will his body onto his feet. The fans are all standing, putting their hands together and really getting into this match as Simon finally reaches his feet with Desolation’s hands tightly interlocked around his jaw. Right as he begins to turn out of the hold, Desolation stands up, hooking both his arms and lifting him into the air. He turns Simon and drags him down face first into the canvas with the Last Rites (Full Nelson into a DDT). Simon’s head bounces with a thud from the canvas before he rolls onto his side, Desolation getting to his feet and tagging in Hurse. With Cagero down Hurse jumps over the top rope, rushing in and dropping down on top of Simon, hooking his leg as well.
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Cagero again gets his shoulder from the canvas somehow while Hurse sits up, mumbling something morally reprehensible beneath his breath. He turns around to face Cagero quickly and then grabs him by the hair, forcing him to his feet before launching a quick shin kick upward into his chest. The strike echoes throughout the arena as Simon falls back first against the cables to keep himself upright. Hurse steps in and delivers a very hard chop to Simon’s chest then points straight at Chapel, who is standing in the corner again. He mouths off before Simon moves forward with a quick lariat that Hurse ducks out of the way of. He ends up behind Cagero’s back, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around his waist before dropping back. Hurse delivers a German suplex but somehow Simon flips over, landing on his feet and backing into the cables. A shocked Hurse rolls to his knees, turning towards his opponent in shock before the controversial Cagero delivers a brutal superkick right to the side of his face. The crowd reacts with shock at the sight and sound of the kick which knocks Hurse over backwards, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in shock. Simon falls from the ropes right on top of Hurse, barely able to stand.
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Desolation quickly enters the ring, rushing it across and jumping into the air. He extends his back and drops with a spine first splash right across Cagero’s lower back. Simon yells out in pain before rolling off of Hurse, landing beside him on the canvas in incredible anguish.
Douglas: A superkick out of nowhere by Cagero!
Mayne: A desperation superkick you mean.
Dan: It’s not always got to be a desperation move when someone other than the Alpha Generation hit it.
The fans are still booing and heckling while Desolation gets to his feet, Ingelson right in his face, demanding that he exit the ring. The Dark Man gives Ingelson an almost disturbing glare before sliding out of the ring, Simon still writhing in great pain through his lower back, especially as Hurse rolls into him, wrapping his arms around his waist. Simon sits up immediately, sweat dripping off his features and shaking his arms in incredible pain while Hurse keeps himself clamped on with the bearhug. Many members of the crowd are standing, slapping the barricades again, getting their feet stomping beneath them, all trying to motivate Cagero. Simon finally begins to force himself upward, with every forced breath that he takes, with every slight twinge of a muscle, his existing injuries are further aggrevated. Yet finally he gets to his feet only for Hurse to launch a knee upward into his gut. Cagero is doubled over before Hurse grabs him by the pants and the back of the head, rushing him at the cables and then throwing him through to the outside. Simon flips forward, crashing hard across the mats back first. He sits up, his face tensed with pain while Hurse enjoys what he’s seeing from the inside of the ring. Cagero rolls across the mats, reaching for his back throughout the process while Hurse steps towards the cables, shouting for him to get up. Desolation leans around the turnbuckle, calling for Cagero to stand as well, both men eager to get their hands on him again. Simon starts to get to his feet on the outside of the ring, desperately pushing his already badly damaged body to his feet. As soon as he does though, Hurse grabs the top rope, pulling himself over into a crossbody. Cagero avoids it though, dropping down to his hands and knees while rolling towards the ring, causing Hurse to have to land on his feet on the mats. Hurse turns back towards Cagero who is standing in front of the apron before rushing in and being caught by the leg. With a grunt Simon hoists Hurse into the air and flapjacks him face first off the apron. He bounces off with a loud, audible thud before Simon gets to his feet, Desolation charging in quickly. Cagero turns and catches him with a drop toe hold that plants the Dark Man face first into the ring steps. The collision sounds throughout the arena while Desolation rises to his knees, his head bobbing back and forth with only a groggy expression resting upon it.
Douglas: Look at this, Simon Cagero coming back in this match now, scoring two brutal offensive moves on both his opponents!
Mayne: Damn Cagero, I’d hate him if I didn’t like him.
Even though it truly pains him, Simon sits up on the mats, briefly glancing between his two down opponents before forcing himself to his feet. He grabs the apron and stands up before rolling under the ropes to the inside of the ring. The crowd is all standing, everyone getting to their feet but Cagero unable to do the same. He forces himself, every bruised muscle, every fractured bone towards his corner, where Chapel is eager for a tag. With one final lunge he slaps the King of Monster’s massive palm. Chapel steps into the ring as Hurse rolls under the ropes, trying to stand up and stop Simon several moments to late. As soon as he stands he’s taken down with a hard running lariat, Chapel stepping forward in the process then turning to stop Desolation dragging himself up onto the apron. He stands behind the ropes when Chapel rushes in, lifting his boot and slapping it hard to the Dark Man’s chin while he was still standing on the apron. The collision knocks Desolation down hard to the apron before Chapel to turns to face Hurse, who comes barreling in with a discus forearm. Chapel ducks it and gets behind Hurse, bending forward while wrapping his hands around his jaw and thigh, hoisting him up for the Cardinal Sin it appears. Hurse reaches out and rakes Chapel’s eyes though, causing him to drop him to the canvas behind his back. The World Champion wraps his arms around Chapel’s waist, trying to lift him up for the German suplex but unable to do it before the King of Monsters performs a standing switch. He gets around behind Hurse and locks on a full nelson while the Champ tries to fight it, he eventually slides free and down Chapel’s gut, landing on the canvas in front of him with his legs raising to catch him under the armpits. But Chapel steps around those legs, wrapping his arms around the knees then dropping back with a catapult that sends Hurse flying up and over the top rope. Hurse turns as he flies over the apron before crashing hard to the outside mats.
Chapel stands up as quickly as he can before turning towards Desolation who is scaling one of the turnbuckles in a pain ridden manner. He gets to the top rope before diving off straight at Chapel who reaches out, catching him around the waist while he drops to the canvas in front of him. The War Angel grunts and then drops back into a huge belly to belly overhead suplex, that flips Desolation over, sending him crashing hard into the canvas spine first. The World Champion then slides into the ring in front of the rising Chapel, holding his back and appearing tired before charging in with a burst of speed and adrenaline only for the King of Monsters to catch him gut first against his shoulder. He hoists him into the air and turns, delivering a brutal double A spinebuster that slams Hurse viciously into the canvas. The crowd is going nuts as the Livewire Champion hooks Hurse’s leg, going for the pin.
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Desolation dives into the scene, dropping an elbow to the back of Chapel’s head, breaking up the pinfall at the last possible second.
Douglas: Look at Chapel in their, really cooking against the World Champion and the former title holder Desolation. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the War Angel this fired up before.
Mayne: Cooking? Fired up? Could you possibly get anymore cliche? Your dragging me down here, Dan, your dragging the whole announcing team down.
The fans are still screaming with both Desolation grabbing Chapel around the jaw, dragging him to his feet while slugging him repeatedly to the face with closed fists. The referee admonishes him for his actions before the Dark Man kicks him to the gut and takes hold of his wrist. He whips him off across the ring only for Chapel to turn, placing the breaks on it, reversing the whip by pulling Desolation into his arm, swinging around into a huge black hole slam. The crowd reacts with a wave of cheers at the sight of the Dark Man being driven so viciously into the canvas while Chapel gets to his feet and turns towards Hurse who has risen to a standing base, his legs wavering beneath him. He turns towards the War Angel who steps forward, slugging him to the forehead, then doing it again before taking him by the wrist. He whips him off across the ring into one of the turnbuckles before Hurse dives into the air, landing feet first on the second rope. He then turns and jumps off at Chapel only to be caught right on top of his shoulders, the King of Monsters once again looking to powerbomb him before Simon springs onto the top rope behind his back. He then springs off and extends his legs before landing right on top of Hurse’s sternum posterior first, Chapel powerbombing him down to the canvas throughout the process. Hurse hits the ring hard with Cagero coming down on top of him and Chapel driving him down hard into the canvas. The King of Monsters then turns to face a rising Desolation before stepping in and grabbing him by the throat with both wide hands. He then throws Desolation up high into the air only for the Dark Man to turn and dropkick the King of Monsters directly to his sternum. The impact knocks Chapel down hard to the canvas while Desolation tumbles onto his hands and knees, starting to stand up before Simon moves in, grabbing him around the head then stepping up the ropes. He swings around out of the corner with a tornado DDT before Desolation places his hands to Cagero’s gut, shoving him off so that he lands on his feet right in front of him. Desolation then barrels out of the corner while unleashing a roar and diving forward with a vicious front dropkick right to Cagero’s sternum and gut. The strike sends Simon flying backwards as a result, crashing into the canvas then rolling over onto his chest and stomach.
The fans are all standing, putting their hands together over what they just witnessed while Desolation remains sprawled out on the canvas, trying to catch his breath before rolling towards the nearest turnbuckle. Just as Hurse begins to get to his feet now, Chapel steps in behind him, hooking both of his arms then hoisting him into the air with the crucifer. Somehow Hurse reaches back with his legs though, sticking them under Chapel’s armpits and falling forward, rolling the King of Monsters forward in the process. He ends up seated on Chapel’s chest while holding down the back of his legs for the pinfall before standing up and switching around behind them. Before Chapel has time to react his legs are tied up around Hurse and then he is rolled onto his chest and gut, in an inverted Indian Death lock position. The Master of Control then bends forward, grabbing both of Chapel’s arms and bounding them around his throat before falling backwards, burying his knees into the arched spine of the King of Monsters. Chapel is bent completely over backwards over the knees of Hurse, trapped in both the cobra clutch and the Inverted Indian Death lock while Desolation scales the turnbuckle at their side. He gets to the top rope and now jumps off, delivering a vicious double stomp right to Chapel’s exposed rib-cage, the crowd reacting with shock at sight of what they just witnessed. Desolation rolls forward right onto his feet afterwards before a battered Simon steps out of the corner and kicks him top the gut, hooking his leg and his head, lifting him into the air for a fisherman suplex but then turning him so that the Dark Man crashes across the back of his head and shoulders on the canvas between Cagero’s legs.
Fans: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!
Everyone packed into the arena are going nuts over the intense tag team move just delivered, followed by that high impact fisherman driver from Cagero.
Douglas: BODIES FLYING EVERYWHERE!
Mayne: Much like earlier tonight in that 5 way fray, everyone showing their innovative abilities in this contest, putting on a show for our very first IWC main event!
There is not an occupied seat in the arena while Ingelson still tries to get some control in the ring, but can’t seem to do it. An exhausted, hurting Cagero gets to his feet right in time to spot Hurse rushing in with great speed. He throws a lariat that Cagero ducks under, with the Champ continuing into one of the corners. Simon turns around as Hurse jumps and spins to land feet first on the second rope, his posterior planted on the top turnbuckle pad. As soon as Simon comes rushing in, Hurse kicks him hard to the side of the face, knocking him away. Cagero turns away from Hurse, holding his jaw while Desolation starts to push himself up to all fours beneath his partner. Just then, Simon turns around, charging in and jumping on top of Desolation’s back while he is still in the crawling position then diving into the air. He catches tremendous height before landing on top of Hurse’s shoulders and dropping back into a huge hurricarana while falling with almost a moonsault on top of Desolation’s lower back. The entire arena explodes into a wave of cheers and chants at the sight of the incredible combination move, Hurse crashing hard into the canvas, arching his back from the ring while stomping both feet in pain. Chapel crawls quickly into a cover on him, holding his sternum in the process.
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Hurse somehow gets his shoulder off the canvas, the fans still standing, going nuts over what they just witnessed.
Douglas: Chapel almost earning the victory there, near falls coming left and right all evening, my blood pressure has to be going through the roof.
Mayne: Yay, maybe you’ll have a stroke and become slightly more interesting.
The fans are still screaming as the King of Monsters begins to force himself to his feet, still holding his sternum after that huge double stomp from the top rope. Right as his feet are planted to the canvas, Simon steps up beside him, the War Angel turning and burying his shoulder into Cagero’s back. He lifts him up into the air and then throws him down spine first on top of Hurse’s ribs with a huge back splash, the fans putting their hands together at the sight of this. Ingelson desperately tries to plea for some control to return, but doesn’t get it as Desolation starts to stand up by utilizing the cables. He leans against them for support with his body aching before Cagero stands up, turning to face him. He now comes rushing in and jumps into the air, connecting with a dropkick directly to Desolation’s sternum, knocking him through the cables to the outside of the ring. The Dark Man spills onto the mats then begins to crawl across them towards one of the nearby barricades, utilizing it to pull himself to his feet. He doesn’t even spot Simon slipping through the cables and onto the apron before rushing across it. To the shock of everyone, Simon bends his head forward, allowing the back of it to strike the outside of the turnbuckle so that he does a headstand before flipping over forward into a body press right on top of the Dark Man. Everyone in the arena erupts into shock at the sight of what they just witnessed, putting their hands together loudly.
Inside of the ring Chapel is stalking Hurse, just begging him to stand up, motioning with an upward thrust of his hand for the World Champion to get to his feet. Hurse tries to get his shaky knees beneath him, his back and his body dragged down with exhaustion. He almost trips over his own feet before turning to face the winded Chapel who steps in, kicking him straight to the gut. He drags his head between his knees and reaches down, wrapping his arms around his waist, he now signals for the Apocalypse. Outside of the ring Simon is peppering Desolation to the jaw with right hands, almost knocking him down from his knees to the mats as a result before turning, jumping onto the apron again. He steps across it then turns back to face the rising Desolation before running in with a great burst of speed and diving off. He soars through the air, straight at Desolation who stands and catches him on his shoulder. Without warning Desolation pushes him over his shoulder so that he is hanging upside down from his back, reaching out to wrap his arm around the neck of Cagero then jumping into the air. He brings him down to the outside mats with the Kryptonite Krunch. The fans groan as a result of the impact Simon’s body just took with the thin protective mats.
Douglas: Oh, the Brand X on the outside mats! That’s a career shortening move.
Mayne: Who gives a shit about Cagero right now, Hurse is being set up for that dangerous Apocalypse move!
Chapel begins to lift Hurse who suddenly swings around out of the powerbomb, taking hold of the big man’s wrist and dragging him forward into a short arm lariat. Chapel ducks it, getting around behind Hurse and hooking both of his arms, setting for the Crucifer. Before he can hit it though, Hurse reaches back with his leg, wrapping it around Chapel’s to avoid being hoisted into the air, then performing a standing switch. He gets around behind Chapel’s back before the King of Monsters bends forward, sliding under Hurse’s arm to step behind him. Chapel bends forward, burying his shoulders into the spine of Hurse and hoisting him into the air in position for the Cardinal Sin, the fans screaming loudly as a result. Hurse lets out a high pitched squeal as he’s lifted into the air, Chapel dropping to his posterior and connecting with the torture rack back breaker. Hurse tumbles off Chapel’s shoulders, dropping behind him on the canvas while Desolation steps towards the time keeper, prying the World title belt out of his hands and flinging him to the mats throughout the process. The Dark Man rolls into the ring with the Championship, waiting for Chapel to stand while the official implores him not to do it, reminding him he could be disqualified. He doesn’t listen though before charging in, lifting the Championship into the air only for Chapel to turn and catch him against his shoulder, hoisting Desolation into the air and then slamming him down violently into a twisting spinebuster. Desolation’s back hits the canvas viciously before Chapel pops up onto his feet, appearing to be on fire, completely motivated to do more harm. He seems sucked up into the moment as he now grabs the World Heavyweight title belt off the canvas, quickly lifting it up into the air while turning towards Hurse who is starting to utilize the cables to pull himself to his feet.
Mayne: Hey, put that belt down Chapel, put that damn championship down!
Douglas: You weren’t complaining when Desolation tried to use it!
Billy: But I like Desolation slightly more.
Chapel is planted, ready and raring to knock Hurse’s head off as he slowly begins to turn towards him, his body no more than dead weight. The official tries his best to stop Chapel who doesn’t listen, simply stepping in and swinging the championship right into Hurse’s face. The belt knocks him down to the canvas with Chapel stepping forward, frothing at the mouth in anger. The official turns and calls for the bell now, forced to disqualify both Chapel and Cagero.
Douglas: No, I can’t believe it!
Mayne: Yes, yes, what a win for the Alpha Generation.
Boos drown out all other sounds, the crowd miffed by this finish as Chapel stands there, shocked by the referee’s decision, the World title still hanging from his grasp. He looks down into the belt then swings it right into the face of Ingelson as well. The crowd reacts with shock as Alex is taken down to the canvas across his back, putting his hands over his features. His eyes are wide with shock and his lips are trembling with fury over the way that he was just defeated by Desolation and Hurse, disqualified in quite the corrupt manner.
Mayne: Chapel has lost, and now he’s snapped!
Dan: I don’t blame him, Desolation was the one who brought that World title into this match in the first place.
Billy: Yeah, but Chapel was the only one stupid enough to actually use it.
Chapel looks deranged before turning towards the down Hurse, who is again struggling to reach his feet in exhaustion before Desolation low blows the War Angel from behind. The King of Monsters doubles over, dropping the Championship before Desolation gets to his feet, rushing into the cables in front of him and bouncing off. He comes back in with a hard lariat to Chapel’s throat, taking him down to the canvas while falling forward into the ropes himself to keep his legs beneath him. He now approaches the World title belt, grabbing it off the canvas before approaching Hurse who is still trying to stand up.
Mayne: Desolation making Chapel pay for ruining what was otherwise a great main event.
Douglas: But Desolation tried to ruin it first... you know what, I’m through trying to rationalize things to you.
Billy: It’s about time.
The Alpha Generation duo rise to their feet, Desolation grabbing Hurse’s wrist, lifting it into the air before the Champion breaks away, instead grabbing the Dark Man’s hand and making sure it’s aloft. They keep switching who holds up who’s arm in victory while Hurse tries his best to keep his feet beneath him after that hard shot with the belt, which has been handed off to him.
Mayne: What a way to end Riot, the Alpha Generation standing victoriously. It almost brings a tear to my eye to see this.
Dan: It brings vomit to my throat to watch this disgusting display by two men who have completely abandoned every respectable trait I once saw in them.
They continue to celebrate while Hurse points to Desolation, insisting that he is indeed the man, while the Dark Man shakes his head, making the same claim about the World Champion. Just then Chapel rushes up behind them and takes both men down to the canvas with a double lariat to the back of their heads. A loud reaction commences from the fans as a result, both the Champion and the Dark Man sent plummeting to the canvas face first. An outraged Chapel turns and glares at them with demonic eyes while Cagero slips into the ring, holding the back of his head. He shakes off the pain from the trauma of being dropped back of the head first into the outside mats and now begins to stomp away at Desolation. Chapel begins to lay boots into Hurse.
Mayne: What a bunch of sore losers!
Douglas: They have a right to be pissed off after the way this match just ended.
The crowd is surprisingly cheering for both men who continue to stomp away at the AG members before Jackson Adams, Too Magnificent, Ryan Mills and Zack Nolan all rush from the back, straight towards the ring. The fans are screaming as they slide into the squared circle, neither Chapel nor Simon spotting them in time. Cagero turns just in time to be hit with a big boot to the jaw from Too Magnificent, taking him down hard to the canvas while Jackson, Ryan, and Nolan begin to drill Chapel over the back with clubbing blows. He tries to push them away before Desolation gets to his feet and dives in with a right to the War Angel’s face, blasting him to the jaw with stiff strikes. Chapel drops to his knees as the three Alpha Generation members, and the one still under scrutiny, continue to rifle off with right hands and clubbing blows to his battered frame. An exhausted Cagero tries to stand up before Too Magnificent drops with an elbow to his upper back, taking him down to the canvas yet again. This allows Hurse to stand up, snatching his World title off the canvas then approaching Simon, placing his foot to the side of his head. He pins his skull down to the ring and raises the Championship into the air, gesturing in its direction while yelling down at Cagero. He now steps back with Chapel and Cagero being laid out, lifting the Championship high into the air with both hands.
Hurse: We’re in control dammit! Nobody can stop us!
Mayne: And the AG has come to the rescue, hahaha. They’re physically dominating Chapel and Cagero, treating them like the literal bitches that they are.
Douglas: This numbers game is too much for any men to withstand, especially after the physical battle they just endured.
Billy: Sure, make excuses.
To a loud ovation though, AWOL emerges from the backstage area, the GM storming onto the stage with a fierce glint in his eyes. A bag of ice is held to his privates while he ferociously glares at the inhabitants in the ring, the AG still assaulting Chapel as well as Cagero. The ever intense AWOL now turns and gestures towards the backstage area, calling for someone. To an even louder reaction the curtains split and out rushes the IWC lockeroom. Jon Rich, Roxas Knoxx, Aurora Rose, Seth Owens holding his neck, a drinking Bitchcakes McPhee, and John Torretto all rush towards the ring with great haste. Torretto and Rich are the two leading the way, John barking out orders at the League Champion who doesn’t appear too eager to listen. Clearly, Torretto having unscrupulous motives for being out here as he slips into the ring then rushes straight at Mills, who turns, eating right hands to the jaw. Jon Rich and Roxas Knoxx enter before they come to blows with Zack Nolan.
Douglas: AWOL has sent the entire roster out here to battle the Alpha Generation!
Mayne: What does he think he’s doing? AWOL does not want to go to war with the Alpha Generation.
The fans are going nuts as Nolan is knocked to the canvas with a double dropkick by Rich and Roxas. Hurse and Desolation turn in time to spot everyone coming at them so they exchange a quick glance as well as a nod then dive into the fray. Desolation is coming to blows with Aurora while Hurse is exchanging shots with Seth Owens. Adams gets taken down with a running butt bump from McPhee, who then urges Jackson to stand and catches him with the pit of doom directly to the face. Chapel and Simon get up and join into the battle engulfing the ring between the Alpha Generation as well as the entire roster.
Douglas: It’s a war out here, it’s a war!
Mayne: We’re having a riot on the first Riot. I love my clever word usage.
Everyone in the ring is battling it out before the roster starts to combine, moving to one side of the ring, joining together. They join in ranks while the Alpha Generation does the same on the opposite side. Jackson is wiping his face down frantically, while Ryan and Nolan stand beside them. Too Magnificent is between those two, urging the roster to bring it while Desolation and Hurse stand side by side, the Champ holding out his belt while shouting that they’re the ones in control. Torretto, Rich and Chapel shout just the opposite while AWOL continues to watch on from the ramp with a twisted grin on his face. He nods his head, enjoying this before the physicality commences once again, everyone rushing into another massive brawl with one another. Everyone is fighting as the battle-lines have been drawn.
Mayne: I hope AWOL is happy with what he’s started!
The ring is absolutely filled with carnage as the first Riot goes off the air.
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