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 before cutting to Nathan Creed maliciously glaring about his surroundings. 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
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot

If you feel so empty
So used up, so let down
If you feel so angry
Just get up

Let's start a riot, a riot
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!



Instead of fireworks, instead of explosions and loud crowd pops, the camera opens to find the apron surrounding the ring occupied by just about the entire IWC roster with the exception of the Alpha Generation. Jon Rich is there with the League title over his shoulder, standing beside Roxas Knoxx as the two chat amongst themselves. John Torretto is leaning back first against the outside of one of the turnbuckles, overlooking the excited fans with a very emotionless expression on his features. Amongst those amassed are also Seth Owens and Aurora Rose, the two of them with their arms over each other’s shoulders, awaiting something to happen. They both stare across to the opposite side of the ring where Pat Evans is located, leaning forearms first against the top rope and giving them a smug stare.

Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Riot, and as you can see we’re getting off to an odd start here tonight, because the entire IWC roster is amassed around the ring.

A few inches away from him is Robin Brooks, overlooking her nails throughout the process. Chapel is one side of the ring wearing his Livewire title, with Riggs just a few inches away from him, the fans cheering at the sight of both men present as well. On the opposite side of Chapel looms a yawning Simon Cagero.

Mayne: Everyone ranging from Simon Cagero to Aurora Rose have been standing out here for several moments now, and we’ve got no idea why. Maybe they’re out for a Methadone treatment or to be cleansed from the roster or something. Either one would be entertaining.

Douglas: I think if the roster was being cut you’d be the first release, Billy. Anyway, maybe this has something to do with the actual owner of the company, perhaps they’re finally going to reveal themself and want the whole roster to be here to do so.

Billy: Yeah, they’ll need the roster here to protect them from the Alpha Generation, even though they apparently have yet to arrive here tonight.

Dan: Thankfully.

An irritated, flustered Psycho is glancing over his shoulders up the ramp, very impatient as to find out why he’s here. Nathan Creed is just a few feet away from him, almost waiting for this revelation. Bitchcakes McPhee downs a beer in anticipation. As everyone gathered around the ring begin to grow even more impatient...

I HOPE YOU’RE SATISFIED

Is screamed over the PA system and causes the fans in the building to begin erupting into a loud roar, cheers amplified off the thick walls. They seemingly all show their support as the curtains part and through them saunters the GM, AWOL. His cold, malicious eyes observe the crazed, cheering onlookers before he moves towards the ring with quickness, a microphone positioned in the palm of his hand.

Mayne: Well so much for the new owner actually stepping forward, because it seems AWOL is the one behind this whole town meeting.

Douglas: He’s not Jim Cornette, Billy, I mean he doesn’t have the racket or anything. But I agree, AWOL must be the culprit behind this gathering of the roster, with the exception of the Alpha Generation or Orlando Cruze of course.

AWOL continues towards the ring, listening to the fans, some of which banging their head to his music. On the apron, Psycho gives him the evil eye but slowly steps aside for him, a smug Nathan Creed doing the same. They provide a space in which AWOL pulls himself up onto the apron between them, briefly glancing between the two then slipping into the ring. The fans are cheering loudly, very enthused over the arrival of the General Manager, dressed elegantly for this occasion with the mic tightly bound within his hand. He turns in a circle to observe all those roster members gathered around him.

AWOL: Ladies and gentlemen, I imagine there may be some confusion as to why the roster is standing around the ring right now, but if you’d be a little patient I’ll explain myself. Not that anyone deserves much of an explanation for whatever I might do, but I’m feeling particularly generous with my explanations this evening.

Mayne: How unfortunate.

Douglas: I really hope AWOL’s major announcement here is challenging you to a match in the ring right now. Something about seeing your mangled corpse thrown around the ring would be just hilarious.

Billy: You have a disturbingly morbid sense of humor.

AWOL strolls back and forth in the ring, meeting eyes with several of the roster members gathered around him. His iris’ even cross Chapel’s, both men giving one another a tense glare.

AWOL: The reason I’ve called everyone out here to start this show is simple. I know, judging by last week that just like myself, these men and women standing on the apron are not going to tolerate being pushed around by a power hungry group like the Alpha Generation. I know this roster, comprised of mildly adequate performers, will not stand to be abused, mistreated, mishandled, and misrepresented by a group only out to push themselves to the forefront while shoving the rest of them aside. If last week demonstrated anything, it’s that this roster is divided by their hatred of one another but its unified in their frustration with the Alpha Generation. They, like myself, and believe me there’s very few actual comparisons between us, are through allowing political groups to dominate the show while systematically taking away their opportunities, forcing them out of the spotlight.

AWOL moves across the ring and finds his eyes locked with Jon Rich’s, both men glaring into each other’s faces for several moments.

AWOL: These individuals standing on the apron must know that the Alpha Generation is no more than a cancer, one that is eating away at the core of this company, and threatening to destroy it before the IWC even has the chance to get off the ground. For years they’ve sacrificed everything, their bodies, their hearts, their personal lives, sacrificed it all for this company, rather the name changes or stays the same. But now the AG threaten to destroy all the hard work that they’ve put into this federation. They disgrace it’s legacy, and thus disgrace all our accomplishments. By spitting on everything that this company stands for, they spit in each and everyone of your faces...

Upon completing the statement, AWOL turns, his finger extended directly into Robin Brooks’ face. Robin seems somewhat tense now, her loyalties somewhat split as it relates to the AG and the rest of the roster, which is perhaps why AWOL singled her out from amongst the group.

AWOL: They think that simply because the new owner has chosen to remain silent, that it gives them the right to run this whole company right out of business. But they forget, I earned the right to be the General Manager of the ULW, and I’ll be damned if that role is taken away from me simply because the name of the company has changed. Just like all of you around me, I put every ounce of my being into the survival of this federation, and I will not allow my sacrifices to be trivialized, I will stand up to the Alpha Generation to stop them at all cost! To stop them before they can seize control of this federation, play with all your lives, and ultimately run the whole company out of business. My role as GM gives me that power to fight them, it makes me a General in this war, and thus I’ll be building an army to head off their offensive. An army comprised of those willing to lay down their very lives for the principles this company was founded on. An army still loyal to everything that the IWC is suppose to be. Individuals like you Aurora Rose, are you loyal to this company?

All fired up AWOL steps towards Rose, extending the microphone out in her direction before she bends forward to speak.

Aurora: Your damn straight I am, fuck the Alpha Generation!

A loud cheer comes from the crowd while AWOL turns away from Rose and now marches straight across the ring.

AWOL: Soldiers like you Nathan Creed, what do you think?

The mic is thrust outward in the direction of Creed’s face while he puts on a condescending grin then responds slowly.

Nathan: Everyone knows I hate the Alpha Generation just as much as anyone else, and I’ll fight to make sure they don’t seize control of this company. Just like tonight when I take back my X-Class title from that Alpha Gen supporter, Robin Brooks!

Boos commence from the crowd while Robin glares across the ring at Nathan absolutely speechless. She’s too stunned by this accusation to even speak. At the sight of her outrage, Creed smirks then blows a kiss in her direction.

Douglas: That’s quite the claim by Nathan.

Mayne: One I even have trouble swallowing.

Dan: And we all know you’re a swallower Billy.

AWOL backs up, liking what he just heard.

AWOL: That’s right, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. Pat Evans, are you ready to put it all on the line to keep control of this company out of their demented possession?

The mic is thrust towards Pat Evans’ lips, who just glares forward nonchalantly in the GM’s direction. He seems to be almost half a sleep, with dreary, stoic eyes. No response comes from him whatsoever, which again riles the fans up. AWOL raises an eyebrow in his direction before pulling the mic towards his lips again.

AWOL: Oookay. But the point is clear here ladies and gentlemen, the Alpha Generation want a war and dammit, we’re going to give them one!

The fans respond with a huge wave of cheers at the sound of the conviction in AWOL’s voice.

AWOL: We’re going to smoke them out of their holes, and we’re going to meet them on the mother fucking battlefield! We’re going to stop them before they ruin this company, before they take your future’s away from you. My choice of battlefields will be this ring.

AWOL’s finger extends towards the canvas beneath his feet.

AWOL: To save everything that this company represents, I have devised a simple strategy that will come into fruition at IWC’s first pay-per-view event, entitled, “Born Again.” At that show I will select four of the most deserving, staunchest IWC supporters, and if the Alpha Generation have any balls whatsoever, which I’m sure they don’t, they will choose four of their very best as well, to lock up in an eight person anything goes tag team warfare match.

The crowd puts their hands together, just about everyone enjoying the concept of this match, including the majority of those gathered on the apron.

Billy: What? Is AWOL serious? The roster versus the Alpha Generation? Please!

Douglas: It’s about time a force was convened powerful enough to put an end to the Alpha Generation for good, and from the sounds of it, Born Again may be the place the death nail is driven into your favorite group Billy.

Mayne: I highly doubt it. After all, nobody can stop the Alpha Generation! Not AWOL, and not any army he’s putting together.

AWOL turns in circles to eye all of the roster members gathered around him.

AWOL: I’m doing something I’ve never done, nor thought I would do before. I’m trusting you people to stand together and ward off this scourge known as the Alpha Generation. Although I’m sure there’s many of you ready and willing to go into battle to fight for this company, I can only choose four. Which is why over the next few weeks, I will be watching each and every match as closely as possible to determine which four people will be selected to team up and take on the Alpha Gen at Born Again. Matches just like the one you two are in tonight, Torretto and Cagero, will you team up to take on the AG in a six man tag...

His thick finger shifts between both Simon Cagero and John Torretto, both men a bit taken aback that they’ve become the subject of attention. Simon feigns surprise while Torretto just nods his head, stroking his chin in a plotting manner.

AWOL: Battles just like the World title match tonight, Psycho!

The fans explode into cheers at the mention of the impending Championship fight between Psycho and Hurse. The Sadistic One doesn’t even turn to acknowledge the fans, his eyes are locked on the Livewire title holder, Chapel across the ring. AWOL slaps Psycho to the side of the face though to get his attention, to get him even more fired up.

AWOL: Listen to me you son of a bitch, you will take that World title off Hurse tonight!

Psycho is fuming in outrage over having AWOL put his hands on him as the GM steps back to the center of the ring, pleased that he has got the Sadistic One enraged.

AWOL: There will be countless matches I will be watching to determine the ultimate team to face the Alpha Generation at the first IWC pay-per-view, a team that will bask in the glory of my admiration should they be victorious. A team that will end the tyranny, the path of destruction that the Alpha Generation have embarked on for over a year now. They may deem themselves unstoppable, but my army will show them the error of their ways. I will be very selective when it comes to assembling this army, watching everything I can, such as all the title matches that I’ve put together tonight to show me who has that fire. As well as all the other matches, just like the one between Bitchcakes McPhee and Max Craven, which starts right now. Both of you get your assess in here and prove yourselves!

Craven looks surprised on the apron as does McPhee. But Bitchcakes just grins and throws his beer bottle over his shoulder, a loud scream coming from the crowd where it landed, then slipping into the ring. Max enters as well while AWOL turns, vacating the ring, the rest of the roster dropping off the apron as well. They all seem confused as to rather the meeting is over or not, many of them heading for the back while AWOL steps towards the announce table. Instead of sitting behind it though he calls for Kaily Wolf to stand up, stealing the chair from the ring announcer and planting himself in it, getting an up close view of this match. Craven and McPhee are now stepping around one another in the ring, surprised that they are already wrestling one another, unprepared for their match but out to prove themselves nevertheless.

Douglas: Well, this is certainly surprising Billy. We’re seeing Bitchcakes McPhee vs. newcomer Max Craven right now with GM AWOL seated right out here in front of us.

Mayne: Yeah, I know, the light refraction from his bald scalp is blinding me.


BITCHCAKES McPHEE VS. MAX CRAVEN


Bitchcakes stares apprehensively across at Max Craven, the two circling one another slowly, glaring at one another. Strangely McPhee seems to be observing every inch of Max’s face, turning side from side to stare into it. It strikes him as odd upon first glance, as if there’s something familiar about it. Bob then turns towards AWOL, stepping in his direction while motioning over his shoulder at Craven. He seems to be trying to ask him something before Max rushes up behind him, catching him with a school boy.

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Bitchcakes kicks out at the last second, rolling onto his knees while Craven tries to get up in front of him. Both men reach their feet with Craven stepping forward for a right hand only to have it blocked by McPhee who responds with a shot of his own. He then connects with another hard right that almost knocks Max from his feet. He staggers thanks to the strikes before McPhee turns, rushing into the cables. His rotund frame bounces off the ropes, swinging his arm for the right hand before Craven counters by putting his hands on the back of his head and swinging his hips. The seductive posture freezes McPhee who overlooks Max in a stunned state of mind. He steps back in fact to overlook Max for a second before reaching into his pocket, removing a dollar bill. Without reluctance he shoves the dollar into Craven’s tights while Max glances down at it quickly. As soon as he does McPhee uppercuts him straight to the jaw. Max is taken down to the canvas across his back with the fans cheering their heads off, McPhee standing there for a second while overlooking the fans. He then puts his own hands behind his head and begins to swing his hips, the female fans cheering their heads off. Bitchakes then grabs his shirt, beginning to unbutton it slowly, blinking his eyes towards the female crowd members.

Mayne: Anything but this, AWOL get back on your pedestal and demand Bitchcakes stop this right now before he can strip.

Dan: Apparently Bitchcakes is taking a page out of his opponent’s playbook. Seeing as Max is a porn star.

Billy: Yeah, but that’s no reason to channel the spirit of Val Venus, Ravishing Rick Rude and every other arrogant male heel in the nineties, or ever booked under Vince Russo.

Dan: Val Venis isn’t dead yet.

Mayne: You could have fooled me.

McPhee lifts his elbow and drops it at Craven who rolls out of the way at the last second. Bitchcakes’ elbow hits the canvas hard before he sits up, rubbing at his arm in pain before Craven scoots up behind him. He hooks his legs around one arm and sticks his other one under the armpit of his free arm. Craven pulls Bitchcakes down into a crucifix.

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Bitchcakes rolls over backwards onto his knees then stands up, dropping down with an elbow directly at Max’s neck again. Yet once more Craven moves out of the way, leaving McPhee’s elbow to connect with nothing more than canvas. Bitchcakes sits up, reaching for his battered arm before Craven scoots beside him on his knees. He grabs his arm, forcing it forward into the arm lock while placing his palm to the back of his shoulder. Bitchcakes grits his teeth, grinding them against one another in pain before he starts to stand up with Craven at his side. Max is still holding onto the submission before McPhee turns, grabbing Craven by the back of the head and charging him at the ropes. He then switches to his other side while hooking him under the other arm and hip tossing him towards the cables. The back of Craven’s legs hit the top rope though, sending him into a backwards flip where he lands right on his feet then drops hooks McPhee’s arm, dropping down into a huge arm drag that flips Bitchcakes over onto his posterior with Max ending up behind him. Craven gets to his knees behind him and pulls his arm around into the hammerlock. He has it tightly applied while tentatively standing up behind the seated McPhee. Before Bitchcakes has time to do much of anything, Max drops down into a hard European Uppercut right to the back of his head. Bitchcakes grips at the back of his noggin in pain, rolling onto his knees throughout the process.

AWOL is still watching on from ringside, leaning back in his chair with a raised eyebrow, trying to keep his attention focused on the match at hand, mildly impressed by the actions in the ring. While McPhee tries to stand up, Craven charges into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off and roaring back in before Bitchcakes stands up then side steps him. He grabs him by the back of the head, pushing him off into the cables before Max hits them gut first then flips over them, but maintains a grip on the top rope. His legs hang over the outside of the ring, his feet dangling above the mats before he tries to pull himself back up and over into the ring, going for the skin the cat. Just as he does though McPhee rushes in, dropping down into a dropkick through the ropes right into Craven’s face. The strike echos throughout the arena as Craven is knocked off the ropes and sent crashing onto the apron across his side. A groan is heard from the crowd as a result while McPhee stands up then does a little strut before glancing over his shoulder at a rising Craven. Just as Max gets to his feet, McPhee charges into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off them coming back in before bending forward and driving his shoulder through the ropes directly into Craven’s gut. The force of the collision sends Max flying off the apron, then turning and crashing hard sternum first directly into the barricade. The fans react with gasps and groans while Craven turns, leaning back first against the barricade, utilizing it for support. He can barely keep himself standing up straight as McPhee slips through the ropes onto the apron then interlocks his hands. Max jumps from the apron with a double axehandle only for Craven to move out of the way in the nick of time, causing Bitchcakes to crash chest first into the steel barrier. The collision causes Bitchcakes to be staggered, holding his own chest now.

Douglas: Both men crashing and burning against that barricade. It’s certainly been an equal opportunity offender here tonight.

Mayne: Jesus, Dan, can your comments get anymore stereotypical? Anyway, the more I watch this Craven, the more I like him. He’s got great in ring knowledge.

Dan: How can you possibly know that after only watching this match for five minutes?

The GM seems to be getting anxious in his chair, leaning forward with speculative eyes as Craven steps up behind the staggering McPhee. He grabs him around the neck, bending his head over backwards, setting up for the Craven Awakening (Rude Awakening). Before he can hit it though, Bitchcakes turns, placing his hands to Max’s back and shoving him forward at the ring. Craven counters by springing into the air though, landing feet first on the apron and then flipping over backwards into the moonsault right on top of Bitchcakes, taking him down to the mats. The crowd puts their hands together, cheering the very acrobatic, agile maneuver from Craven who slowly works his way to his feet, McPhee trying to do the same. Bitchcakes looks startled, shocked by the collisions his body has taken in this match before he begins to stand up, looking into the front row for something. He leans over the barrier now, snapping his fingers as a middle aged spectator hands him his glass of beer, McPhee chugging it down quickly. Craven is standing up behind him throughout the process before jumping onto the apron, turning to face his back, setting up for something big. He jumps off into a crossbody attempt when McPhee turns, catching him across his sternum without warning in a fall away slam position, looking over his shoulder at the barricade. Instead of doing what he did to Rich last week though he turns abruptly so that his back is facing the exposed turnbuckle post. The crowd screams as McPhee falls back, throwing Craven with a fallaway slam back first against the exposed turnbuckle, the fans reacting with shock over what they just witnessed. Craven spills onto his side, arching his spine and yelling in tremendous pain.

Fans: IWC, IWC, IWC!!

Dan: Whoa! McPhee with a fallaway slam throwing Craven back first into the exposed turnbuckle post, that had to have been painful.

Mayne: Thank you King of the Obvious, Dan Douglas.

McPhee stands up, turning in circles to overlook the fans before giving them a big thumbs up, yet strangely keeping his mouth closed throughout the whole post move celebration. The traumatized Craven is still trying to get to his feet, his body agonizing throughout the process before McPhee clubs him over the back then drags him to his feet, burying his shoulder into his side then dropping in reverse with a back drop driver. It plants Craven across the back of his head and shoulders, causing everyone to cover their mouths in shock as Max rolls onto his seat, appearing to be completely out of it now. Bitchcakes gets up and approaches him, grabbing him around the head, rolling him to his feet then dragging him towards the ring, rolling him in under the cables. Max ends up on all fours, holding the back of his neck while also reaching for his kidney area as MxPhee slips into the ring, crawling in and pushing Craven onto his back. He drops into the cover.

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No, Craven gets his shoulder off the canvas somehow. AWOL’s interest is definitely peaked, scooting forward in his chair to watch this action more closely while McPhee gets to his feet and now backs up. He bends forward, motioning for Max to stand up, demanding he do so in fact as he sets up for his big spear. The pain ridden Craven is trying to get to his feet, attempting to the best of his abilities to rise to a standing base no matter how much his body is hurting him. He finally gets his feet beneath him before turning towards the eager McPhee, who rushes in for the Charging Bull. Craven leap frogs him though at the last second, Bitchcakes charging under him into the ropes. The ample McPhee turns, hitting the cables back first then rushing in at Craven who drops to the canvas across his chest and stomach, causing Bitchcakes to have to jump over him. McPhee rushes into the opposite ropes now, bouncing off and coming back in at Craven who gets up, launching a spinning heel kick at his face. The big Bitchcakes ducks it though, getting behind Max’s back before he spins around only for McPhee to spit a mouth full of alcohol right into his face like it were mist. Craven turns away, blinded by the spray of beer, holding his hands to his eyes while Bitchcakes listens to the loud ovation he’s receiving, sticking two fingers under his jaw and putting on a Great Muta style pose. He then turns as does Craven and kicks him to the gut before shouting “Moo.” Bitchcakes steps in and jumps into the air, going for his big DDT when Max steps forward and instead connects with a STO out of nowhere. The crowd puts their hands together at the sight of the quick counter by Max who jumps to his feet then hops over top of McPhee, stepping towards the turnbuckle. He is still rubbing at his eyes while moving up the turnbuckle. The porn star steadies himself on the top rope and now flies off, soaring through the air with a huge 80's style elbow drop right into the sternum of McPhee, who goes into convulsions on the canvas as a result.

Douglas: Two huge moves from Craven in a row, after being blinded somewhat by that beer mist.

Mayne: Only in the IWC will you see beer mist used as an offensive weapon.

Craven doesn’t even go for the pin, instead he backs into one of the corners, still holding his back while urging McPhee up to his feet. Bitchcakes rolls towards him, trying to stand up after those two hard hitting moves before Craven kicks him to the gut then drags him towards one of the corners in a front gantry. Craven steps up the ropes, getting to the second cable with Bitchcakes still trapped in the front gantry, setting up for perhaps his version of the diamond dust. He has him trapped in the front gantry before jumping off, turning in mid-air only for McPhee to push him off unexpectedly. Craven is launched through the air but lands right on his feet in front of McPhee who charges out of the corner straight at him with a huge lariat. Max ducks it though, hooking his arm in the process while stepping behind his back. He hooks the other arm and lifts Bitchcakes into the air over his back, the crowd reacting with shock as Craven drops back into a huge Maxochism (vertibreaker.) AWOL nods with appreciation of the move as McPhee’s head hits the ring hard then flips over onto his knees before finally tumbling sideways to the canvas. Craven turns, crawling quickly into a hook of the leg.

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The fans put their hands together at the sight of this, Craven picking up the win over Bitchcakes McPhee in a hard fought battle.

Douglas: And with the Maxochism, Craven has picked up the win in this hard hitting confrontation.

Mayne: From the looks of it, he even impressed AWOL with that last move. Although a slinky still impresses AWOL.

Craven gets to his knees, his arms raised in victory, several fans cheering him while he rises to his feet slowly. His legs almost cut out from under his battered body while reaching for his spine, his arm still aloft in the air. AWOL gets to his feet, clapping on the outside of the ring while Max turns to wards him, glaring into the GM’s face with an apathetic expression.


BASKING IN GLORY


A long black limo is shown arriving in the enclosed backstage parking lot. The cement structure amplifies the sound of the limo careening to a stop just a few feet removed from the blue double doors leading to the entrance of the arena. As the vehicle finally comes to a stop the driver’s door pops open and leads to a loud collection of boos from those gathered within the building already, for they spot none other than Zack Nolan. A black chauffeur’s cap is placed on his head, while the rest of his body is covered with his regular street clothing. His current attire doesn’t seem to please him whatsoever as he moves around to the back of the limo, grabbing the door and popping it open, leading to a flood of boos at the sight of Jackson Adams emerging from within. He steps away from the limo fixing his black leather jacket and appearing rather disgruntled at the sight of Desolation himself exiting the vehicle behind him, holding a champagne bottle that he is trying to pop the cork out of. Again the crowd reacts vilely at the sight of him until Hurse slips out of the car as well, the World title draped over his shoulder, clashing with his fancy attire while he seems to bask in the glory of the Dark Man’s presence. Behind him, Ryan Mills and Too Magnificent exit the opposite side of the car.

Jackson: Well, we’re home guys.

Adams feigns laughter while Desolation and Hurse nod their heads, somewhat pleased to be here tonight for a change. Hurse lifts a kazoo to his mouth and blows on it.

Hurse: That’s right boys, it’s time for the Alpha Generation to turn Riot into a night of celebration!

Desolation chugs a bit of the champagne before unleashing a loud sigh of satisfaction, Hurse wrapping his arm around the back of his neck.

Hurse: Because unlike last week, we weren’t given ample time to properly commemorate the joining of Desolation with the Alpha Generation, as well as to celebrate the departure of the Grays. Leaving us to run this roost.

Hurse pats Desolation’s shoulders some more before feeling at one of his biceps and backing up with his mouth hanging open.

Hurse: Wow, someone’s been buffing up lately.

The Dark Man blinks his eyes sporadically before turning to finally stare at Hurse.

Desolation: I’ve literally not been to a gym in like a week.

Hurse seems somewhat phased by this revelation before smirking.

Hurse: Well, when your as great as Desolation, muscles just pop out of everywhere with no effort.

Desolation: True, but it still fails to give me the physique you possess. I mean, Jesus, did God take a shit on you to create these abs?

At the conclusion of this statement, Desolation begins to pat Hurse’s gut, the Champion pulling apart his jacket and smirking arrogantly as a result. Nolan finally speaks up beside them.

Nolan: Excuse me guys, not to interrupt, but can I please take this ridiculous hat off already? I mean, how long am I going to have to do these demeaning choirs?

Jackson: Until you’ve proven yourself, which you better do tonight!

Adams points in Nolan’s face while the rest of the Alpha Gen nod their heads. Yet Hurse places his palm to Jackson’s chest, pushing him back a bit.

Hurse: That’s right, but to be fair you can get our bags and take the hat off now.

Nolan is greatly relieved as he removes the cap from his head, yet Desolation is fishing inside his jacket for something.

Desolation: Yes, because now you can wear this.

Before Zack has time to respond a Maid’s hat is placed on the frontal top of his head. Nolan’s eyes look up to stare at it, cringing.

Zack: You can’t be serious.

Jackson: You’ll wear it and you’ll like it! Now get our bags cabana boy.

Although Nolan is on the brink of exploding he controls his nerves, stepping around the trio and moving towards the open trunk. Hurse again pats Desolation on his wide shoulder, then pats Jackson on the top of his head.

Hurse: Okay boys, let’s get this show on the road, because to rip off a popular phrase, this night is going to totally reek of awesomeness!

Desolation glares at Hurse for several moments.

Desolation: Don’t be gay.

With that Jackson, Too Mag, Ryan, and Adams move towards the entrance while Desolation continues to glare at a bewildered Hurse, who’s hands are stuck out to his sides.

Hurse: What? What? At least I’m not playing a kazoo.

He finally scurries off after Desolation while the camera turns towards Zack Nolan who’s knees are buckling under the strain of all the bags in his possession. There are dozens gathered on his back, draped over his arms and one even hangs from between his teeth. Somehow he can barely keep standing yet he staggers towards the entrance.


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RELIVE THE EXPERIENCE

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SETH OWENS VS. PAT EVANS
SUBMISSION MATCH


Dan: Some odd occurrencse backstage yet again on what has been a wild night of Riot! thus far. AWOL calling together the troops and declaring war against the Alpha Generation, who didn’t seem to worried when they showed up here tonight.

Mayne: And they shouldn’t be. Now concentrate on what’s coming up next, Seth Owens trying to get a measure of revenge, key word being, trying, to avenge what Pat Evans did to him last week.

Dan: Your actually insulting me for a lack of concentration? That’s almost oxymoronic coming from you.

Billy: No need to make up words now Dan.

The lights go off as the big screen comes to life. On the screen it shows Seth holding a beer and a cigerette as he speaks. " Perfection never looked so good." Then various images of Seth in matches play as Down with the Sickness by Disturbed sets the crowd into a frenzy. Seth runs out on the stage and stops. The crowd going crazy as Seth yells and points at them. His smile has girls knees ready to buckle and men jelous as he moves arrogantly down the ramp. Just then he’s clubbed to the back of the head, the fans screaming in outrage as Pat Evans blindsides him from behind before he was anywhere near ready for this match.

Mayne: Wait a minute, Dan, right as Seth was making his entrance he’s hilariously assaulted from behind by Pat Evans. What strategy shown by Evans.

Dan: This is such an act of disrespect, I can’t believe Pat is starting the match by assaulting Seth on the ramp, attacking him from behind.

Billy: Seth spilled the man’s toothpaste on the ground last week as well as his GQ clothing, he deserves this treatment as a result.

Everyone is screaming in frustration as Owens rolls down the ramp, holding the back of his head. He tries to stands up when Evans rushes in, kicking him hard to the side of the face, the strike sending him into a roll. In a state of bewilderment, Owens rolls down the ramp towards the mats, holding his temple throughout the process. A somewhat crude, diabolical smile enhances the arrogance in Evans, while he moves towards Seth, grabbing him by the back of the head. While trying to drag him to his feet, Seth lobs a right hand into his gut, followed by another strike. The impacts double Evans over before Seth steps to his side then launches a huge stiff knee right into his face. The sound of the collision echoes throughout the arena, Evans standing up straight with a groggy glint in his eyes. Seth now strikes him several times under the jaw with forearm strikes before stepping back, his eyes brimming with intensity. With great speed, Owens goes into a spinning forearm only for Evans to duck it while hooking Seth’s arm in the process. He pulls it around behind his back and buries his shoulder into Owens’ spine before hoisting him into the air, sending him crashing into the black steel ramp across his arm, with a back drop hammerlock suplex. The sound of the bone and muscle being driven so hard into the stage causes the fans to cringe, and for Owens eyes to fill with pain. Evans quickly gets to his feet to maintain the advantage.

Billy: And Pat Evans already going to work on the arm with a vicious move right there on the ramp.

Dan: You know, eventually your going to have to learn what some of these moves are called.

Mayne: But Michael Cole doesn’t have to do it.

Owens is sitting up now, gripping his shoulder while bitting his lower lip before Evans grabs him around the head, dragging him to his feet. Although Seth can barely maintain his balance, his arm is again hammerlocked behind his back, Evans forcing him towards the ring. Before Owens can regain his senses long enough to block out the pain in his arm, Evans sends him charging exposed shoulder first right into the steel turnbuckle post. The pain that immediately courses through his arm must be indescribable, Owens sent into a spin after the impact where he falls spine first against the barricade. His arm is throbbing, even holding it causes him excruciating pain. Of course Evans shows no mercy though, stepping towards Owens while taking him by the arm and then flinging it backwards into the steel plates that line the barricade. Again Seth yells in pain, standing up while still holding onto his arm with his free hand, but then using his remaining good arm to lob a closed fist into Evan’s jaw. Pat is staggered by the strike before Seth moves in, punching him again then grabbing him by the back of the head. The official is still imploring them to get into the ring while Seth charges Evans towards the barricade by gripping the locks of his hair. Right as he is about to be thrown into the steel, Evans reverse though and instead gets behind Owens and shoves him down shoulder first into the hard plates of the barricade. The crowd respond with the same groans that escape through Owens’ shaking his lips, seated with his back pressed to the barrier and grabbing at his shoulder. The merciless Evans stomps him to the forehead then drags him to his feet, immediately pulling his prone opponent towards the ring. Owens is rolled into the ring, ending up on his elbows and knees before Evans scrambles into the ring, quickly taking hold of his injured arm, trying to force him down to the canvas with the fujiwara armbar. Somehow Owens is fighting it though, trying his best to keep from being placed in this hold by an apathetic, cold Pat Evans.

Mayne: Evans could be trying to end this one before the bell even has time to chime.

Dan: Chime? But yes, with Pat’s track record thus far in IWC, Seth has to do everything he can to avoid this submission. Especially with his arm in horrid shape already.

It’s obvious that Owens is putting everything into keep his arm from being dragged down into the fujiwara, desperately keeping his knees beneath him so that Evans doesn’t get the hold fully applied. With quickness Seth uses his knees to push himself up into a headstand with Evans now seated at his side, still holding onto his damaged arm. To the shock of the crowd, while in the headstand he turns to drop down with his legs landing on the back of Pat’s shoulders, shoving him into the ring and locking his knees around Evan’s neck. The fans are shocked by the sudden and creative counter from the agile Owens, still gripping at his battered arm throughout the process. The submission seems to greatly irritate Evans, who clearly doesn’t like being out-shined, rolling back and forth sideways, attempting to pluck his head free. Finally he turns Seth over onto his chest and stomach, Owens’ arm still holding him back. While lying on the canvas across his chest and stomach Evans pushes himself up into his own head stand while his neck is trapped between Owen’s knees. But suddenly Seth releases him, quickly rolling to his seat while sitting up and kicking the back of Pat’s head with both feet. The strike knocks Evans’ head off the canvas, and causes him to fall onto his back with his legs landing on top of Seth’s shoulders. He almost has Evans seated in a sunset flip style pinning predicament before standing, turning his body so that he steps over Evan’s back while pulling him onto his chest. He has him locked in the double Boston Crab, the fans putting their hands together at the sight of the quick reversal into this submission hold.

Dan: What a counter by Seth Owens, this guy showing a tremendous amount of heart out here tonight and ability as well.

Mayne: Stop slobbering all over him for crying out loud. So what he’s got some talent, who doesn’t?

Douglas: I can think of at least one person. But your missing the point here, Seth could very well earn a quick submission on Evans with this liontamer.

Evans is grinding his teeth against one another with enough force to produce sparks before he ducks his head forward, placing his shoulders to the canvas while reaching out with his arms. He wraps them around the front of Owen’s shins and lifts up on them, Seth trying to keep his feet beneath him and maintain the liontamer, but eventually tumbles forward into the canvas. The fans react with disgust as Evans starts to stand up, locking Seth’s legs around one another in the Texas Cloverleaf. He stands up, Seth not the only person shocked by this counter. Nevertheless, he pushes himself up to his elbows, glaring at the cables which are very far away. Nevertheless he begins to pull himself in their direction, his arm slowing him down throughout the process. Yet he reaches out for the cables, finally getting just close enough to them to maybe grab the bottom rope. But Evans turns and drops down to his side, grabbing his arm, forcing it between his knees, clasping his hands under Seth’s jaw as he locks in the crossface. Pat really leans back on the submission, almost ripping Seth’s shoulder asunder from the rest of his body. Somehow he’s hanging in there now, even with his arm in this kind of pain as the fans beg him to reach the cables. Just as it looks like all hope is about to be lost, the tips of Seth’s fingers wrap around the bottom rope. The official steps in quickly, demanding that Evans break the hold before his five count, reaching four before Pat breaks the hold. He gets to his knees behind the extended arm, pushing it down to the canvas while shoving his knees up high into the air then swinging them down into the bicep. Seth groans in agony, falling to the side of his face on the canvas while clinching his fist, slugging the ring. With his opponent weakened, Pat takes hold of the wrist and begins to force Seth up to his feet. Owens falls away from Pat into the ropes though, wrapping his free arm around the top cable, while Evans keeps hold of his other wrist. His pugnacious opponent steps in and drills the back of Seth’s arm with an elbow strike. Official Wright demands he let go of the arm since Seth is in the ropes, but Evans won’t listen, turning his back to Owens while lifting his targeted arm into the air. While gripping the wrist he drags Seth’s bicep down into his shoulder, Owens again wincing in pain, almost falling over. Pat swings around under the arm, still holding onto the wrist then whipping his opponent across the ring.

As Seth runs into the ropes though, still cradling his arm over his sternum he jumps into the air, landing feet first on the second rope then springing up onto the top one. He then jumps off the top rope, twisting in mid air while wrapping his legs around Pat’s neck, dropping back into a huge hurricarana. The crowd reacts with cheers, every hopping in excitement over what they just witnessed. Seth rolls forward across the canvas, getting to his feet then turns towards Pat who is trying to get back up. The back of his head seems to be hurting him before Seth charges in for a big Yakuza kick. Somehow Evans ducks it just in time though, stepping behind Seth and spinning around right into a kick to the gut before Owens catches his neck, dropping back into a huge DDT. Evans’ head is planted hard off the canvas before he flops onto his back, gripping at his cranium with both hands. A hurting Owens gets to his knees, still gripping his arm before pointing to the top rope. The fans put their hands together, realizing Seth is about to perform a high flying move while he steps towards the turnbuckle, his arm still limp while placed across his chest. He steps up the turnbuckle quickly, getting to the top rope with his back facing the ring, just now starting to turn around though. Before he can fully rotate, Evans gets to his feet, stepping in quickly while holding the back of his neck and launching a rightr hand into Seth’s gut, doubling him over. An already tired Evans begins to step up the turnbuckle, getting in front of Owens while slugging him repeatedly to the face, holding onto his opponent’s hair to keep from tumbling to the canvas below. He now pulls Owen’s head under his armpit while steadying himself on the second rope, getting ready for the superplex. Before he can though, Seth pulls his head free and turns his body enough to launch a quick stiff knee directly into Pat’s chin. The stiff strike sends Evans flying off the turnbuckle sideways, crashing onto his back with a thud, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. With his shoulder still stinging Owens gets to his feet on the top rope then comes flying off with a shooting star leg drop right to Pat’s throat, sending his opponent’s body into convulsions. The fans are giving him a standing ovation after hitting the leg drop before he rolls over backwards right onto his knees, immediately wrapping his arms around Pat’s neck. He drags him up to a kneeling base as well, locking in the neck cravat.

Dan: What flawless execution by Seth Owens! That neck had to have taken quite a pounding with the last series of moves, but is it softened up enough to force the submission?

Mayne: Pat can’t tap out, he just can’t! I’ll lose my faith in humanity.

Evans is stomping his knee to the canvas, trying to free his head, attempting to the best of his abilities to pry his head free. Somehow, even with the banged up arm, Seth maintains the submission, really twisting at Pat’s neck. The more he twists the more it outrages Evans, who is still trying his very best to free himself of the hold. Even while being tightly clamped in this submission he begins to exert all his remaining energy to force himself to his feet, Seth still twisting with all his might at his noggin. The pain is almost too much for Evans to handle, his fist clinching, and his nails digging into deeply into his palm, trying to resist to the best of his abilities tapping out. As soon as they reach their feet, Evans drives his elbow into Seth’s ribs though, then does it once again, starting to double him over. Seth is hunched over but still gripping him in the cravat before Pat throws an uppercut like shot right into the battered bicep of Owens, finally causing his submission to weaken enough for him to escape. Pat swings around out of the cravat grabbing the injured arm and bending it over backwards before dropping to the canvas with a top wrist lock STO. Seth’s arm is driven violently into the canvas as he sits up, trying his best to block out the pain flowing through it, but an exhausted Evans scoots up behind him, locking him in the full nelson. He drags Seth up to his feet to get the submission fully applied, but somehow Owens is fighting it before he performs a standing switch. He gets to the side of Evans though instead of going behind his back and tries to lock in the neck cravat once again to loud praises from the crowd. Before he can get it established though Pat charges forward into the cables, dragging Seth along with him then dropping down just in front of them. This causes Seth’s momentum to carry him forward into the ropes, bouncing off and coming back in at Pat who just got up. Just then Owens launches his boot right into the side of Pat’s face, connecting with a Yakuza kick to a loud groan from the fans. The strike causes Pat’s eyes to begin blinking sporadically as he turns in a slow circular motion away from Owens, almost dead on his feet. He finally spins around with Seth laying in wait behind him, shaking off the pain in his arm while at the same time stomping his foot, preparing for his superkick, the Sweet Sensations. Evans turns to face him when Seth steps in, lobbing his foot at him with the superkick only for Pat to duck it. After missing with the superkick Owens turns to face Pat who spins around, looking for his own Mafia kick. Seth ducks it though, rushing into the ropes behind Pat and jumping onto the second cable. He springs off, turning in mid air towards Pat who spins around only for Seth to land on top his shoulders.

Owens is setting for the hurricarana but Evans places his hands to his posterior and shoves Seth off, sending him in a backwards flip before he lands on his feet right in front of the tired performer. Evans is shocked, rushing in only for Seth to bend forward, catching him against his shoulder, trying to elevate him into the air, but Pat floats over, landing on his feet behind his opposition. He then immediately steps forward, grabbing at his arm and neck, locking him in the Time to Go to Sleep. The crowd screams at the sight of Evans establishing the million dollar dream sleeper, using Owens’ own arm stretched across his throat to maintain it. No amount of kicking and pulling will free Seth from the submission as Evans really gets it clamped on.

Douglas: Evans with a big counter right into the Time to Go to Sleep!

Mayne: Seth only has two options now, pass out or tap out!

Seth is still fighting it with every bit of adrenaline contained within his exhausted frame, his battered arm also taking a great deal of punishment while held in this submission as well. The air is being drained from his lungs, cut from the remainder of his body as his arm is tightly locked about his carotid artery, slowly beginning to fall towards his knees. With every gasp that Seth takes, Evans further applies the submission, trying his best to force the tap out, his eyes brimming with hatred, with hostility unlike ever seen before. Seth’s knees are buckling before he finally falls to a kneeling base on the canvas, appearing as if he has nothing left whatsoever. The crowd is screaming, begging Seth to get back up even with his face transforming into an extreme shade of red. Suddenly he teeth mash against one another, his features tensing up while beginning to drive himself back up to his feet. Evans is still holding on, exerting more energy than his body has the right to give. Owens yells at the top of his lungs, finally getting some air into them as he stands up straight, flailing back and forth to try and free himself. Evans is more motivated than ever, really clamping onto the hold with the crowd screaming, demanding Owens free himself here. Just when it looks like he is about to get out of the Time to go to Sleep, Evans applies the hold tighter than before, causing Owens to begin gagging once more while slowly falling towards the canvas to his knees. Seth still refuses to tap out or pass out though, even with his arm in incredible pain. The referee steps around in front of Owens, asking him, no pleading with him to give up, yet Seth won’t do it. He grits his teeth and tries to stand up, attempting to fight through the pain to the best of his ability.

Douglas: Look at this, Seth just won’t give up, he just won’t give up to the pain! He won’t say he quites.

Mayne: Pat is going to kill him, he’s going to kill him by choking him to death if this match doesn’t stop right now.

Owens is still gagging but fighting, refusing to give up, the referee watching all of this with shocked eyes. Realizing that Owens can’t breath but is still fighting nevertheless, he turns, calling for the bell.

Douglas: What in the world? The referee calling for this match to end, he must be concluding this thing for the well being of Seth Owens.

Mayne: Seth wouldn’t tap out or even pass out, he’d rather die first apparently.

Referee Wright is sticking his head through the ropes, talking to the ring announcer briefly before turning, trying to pry Pat off of Owens. He won’t let go of Seth though, continuing to establish the submission hold while Kaily Wolf lifts the mic to her lips on the outside.

Kaily: Ladies and gentlemen, referee Wright has decided that due to the well being of both competitors, this match is effectively thrown out.

The crowd starts to boo furiously, many starting a “bullshit” chant, while other’s commence with “overbooked” catcalls. Evans is still holding Owens in the Time To Go to Sleep before Wright eventually pries him off of Owens, pushing him backwards. Just as he is forced in reverse Pat slugs the official right to the face, knocking him down to the canvas. Evans seems to have snapped, reaching down, grabbing Wright by the ankle and rolling him onto his gut. He applies the ankle lock to screams from the crowd and groans of agony from Wright who immediately starts tapping out.

Douglas: Now Pat Evans is assaulting the referee!

Mayne: He should after the bullshit manner in which this match just concluded.

Pat is still twisting at the ankle before Seth steps in, throwing a right hand into his face, then doing it again. His arm is draped across his sternum though as Evans stands up, being knocked in reverse with repeated left hands from Owens. The crowd is going nuts as a result while Seth connects with another strike that knocks Pat back first against the turnbuckle. Seth turns, shouting at the fans who are going nuts before turning and rushing in for a spear to Pat’s gut. Evans side steps him though, Seth diving forward and finding his shoulder connecting with the exposed steel turnbuckle post. The crowd cringes as does Owens who steps back, holding his shoulder in extreme anguish. All the while Pat rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, backing up, glaring at Owens with a slight smirk on his face. Seth drops to his knees, holding his shoulder while wincing in tremendous pain. All the while he glares straight at Evans who is still smiling, backing away slowly up the ramp.


CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES


The camera cuts to the back and causes a stir from the outraged fans, forced to behold the sight of the Alpha Generation still celebrating in the backstage dressing room. They are all planted in couches backstage with their feet kicked up on the fancy table before them, several beer bottles positioned on top of it as well. Desolation reclines into the cushions, staring around with a snide grin on his face while World Heavyweight Champion Hurse is planted on the sofa perpendicular to the one he’s seated in. Seated as close to the Dark Man as possible, while Jackson Adams sits somewhat dejected farthest away from the World Heavyweight Champion, separated by Ryan Mills who is downing a drink and gobbling some popcorn from a bag between his knees. Too Magnificent is standing up behind them, mixing drinks for the gang while periodically shifting his attention to the same television positioned at the forefront of the room.

Jackson: Jeez, that Pat Evans sure is looking impressive.

Hurse tilts his nodding head while raising an eyebrow.

Hurse: Maybe he’d make a good addition to the Alpha Generation in the future.

Desolation: Yeah, as soon as develops an actual personality.

Although a brief chuckle comes from those gathered in the room, Hurse starts bursting out into an hysterical forced laughter. One that lingers on for several moments, Hurse almost falling out of his seat as he slaps his knee and points both fingers in Desolation’s direction. The Dark Man gives Hurse a thumbs up while the rest of the group just watches on somewhat disgusted.

Zack: What the hell is this...?

Nolan storms forward into the room still wearing his maid hat and quickly approaching the table in center of the room. He grabs the beer bottle off the wooden surface and begins to frantically polish it with his rag before reaching into his pocket.

Nolan: Haven’t you guys heard of a coaster before? I just got done cleaning this table!

A coaster is abstracted from Nolan’s pocket and placed on the table, positioning the beer on top of it while the rest of the Alpha Generation just shake their heads and chuckle.

Ryan: Well then clean it again!

Mills starts to pitch popcorn at Nolan’s face, forcing him to smack it away and place his hands to his hips in frustration.

Zack: You know, I’m not going to tolerate this slobbingly behavior forever. One day you’ll regret treating me like your errand boy. One day the world will know the name Zack.....

Desolation: Hey, your blocking the fucking television man.

More popcorn is pitched at Nolan who knocks it away and shakes his head, stepping out from in front of the television quickly while listening to the heckles of the Alpha Generation member. Hurse is shaking his head while proudly boasting the gold over his shoulder.

Hurse: Good help is so hard to find.

A general nod commences from those members of the Alpha Generation.

Desolation: Which reminds me, you three better not screw up tonight....

The Dark Man’s finger is cast over Mills, Too Magnificent, and Nolan who is standing in the far corner.

Desolation: You have the chance to ensure I won’t have to face Orlando Cruze for the hundredth time on pay-per-view, and dammit, I expect you to fulfill the mission of ridding us of his annoyance.

The trio nods, eager to make good on their pact to end Orlando’s career tonight, before Hurse looks towards Desolation, snapping his fingers as if he just realized something.

Hurse: Hey, you know what I just realized we’re missing for our little take over party? Funny hats! Which I took the liberty of purchasing. I got this one just for you Desolation.

Hurse reaches over the side of the couch to the floor, grabbing a brown bag and pulling something out of it. He removes a cone like hat with a “Hello Kitty” picture on it, and before Desolation can respond it’s placed on top of his head. The Dark Man’s eyes slowly raise to observe the hat positioned on his cranium, taking a deep breath as a result. Hurse claps excitedly.

Hurse: I knew you’d love it.

Jackson: Yeah, it looks great on you.

The Dark Man scowls in Jackson’s direction while the former Livewire Champion just chuckles to himself.

Hurse: Wow, I’m glad you guys like them, because I got one for each of you. Want them now?

Group: Nooo, no....

Everyone is extending their open palms outward in the direction of Hurse, who just seems crushed by this revelation. They scramble for a way not to hurt his feelings though.

Ryan: I get horrible hat hair.

Mills rubs the top of his head, while Hurse turns towards Jackson, who seems to be pondering his excuse before glancing at his imaginary watch.

Adams: Yeah, I got a match here in a few moments, I don’t want the hat to be wrecked or anything.

All eyes shift to Too Magnificent now who is still mixing drinks, looking around in great confusion. He is completely stuck for any type of excuse.

Too Magnificent: Ummm, I’m allergic?

Somewhat disappointed Hurse shakes his head and turns back towards Desolation with a large smile on his face.

Hurse: Oh well, I guess Desolation and I will be the special ones. Because guess what I got Dark Man, matching hats!

The Champion removes an identical Hello Kitty hat and places it on top of his own head.

Hurse: Look, we’re basically twins.

A groan comes from the other members of the Alpha Generation who collectively bury their faces in their hands. The door opens yet again now as all attention turns towards an entering Robin Brooks, staring between those gathered for this celebration with her arms crossed over her sternum and the X-Class title over her shoulder. Hurse coyly begins to remove the hat from the top of his head and hide it behind his back. She is clearly glaring in the direction of Hurse, who seems uneasy while receiving this penetrating stare.

Robin: Steven, what the hell is this? Your having a party and you didn’t even think to invite me?

Desolation begins to lean forward to explain Hurse’s actions before the World Champion quickly jumps in as politely as possible.

Hurse: Oh, hahaha, I was just about to send for you actually. It was suppose to be a surprise, right guys?

Ryan: Yeah, sure.

Jackson: Whatever.

Desolation: Something like that.

Too Mag: I’m allergic.

Robin turns back towards Hurse with an even fouler glare than before.

Brooks: Oh really, what are we celebrating on my behalf then?

Hurse: Um, your birthday?

Robin rubs at the skin between her eyes.

Robin: Steven, you do know my birthday was months ago right?

Hurse seems to be thanking something up before Desolation leans forward, patting him reassuringly on the shoulder.

Desolation: Stevie boy is such a kidder. He meant to say we were celebrating the fact that you, are you, Robin, and that there’s nobody like you in the world.

Hurse: Yeah, I’m just surprising you with a party to show you how much I love you. And what better way to show that then by having you join with the greatest force on earth for the rest of the evening. The Alpha Generation!

With chattering teeth Hurse turns towards his teammates who are obligated to respond enthusiastically.

Jackson: Yeah, Alpha Gen!

Zack: What, what!

Everyone turns frowning to grown at Nolan standing far in the background, raising the roof with his palms. They then shake their heads in disgrace while Nolan lowers his head timidly. Oddly, Robin seems to be buying it though, her hand over her sternum and a look of admiration in her eyes.

Robin: Wow, you did all this for me? Thank you!

Hurse grins while patting the empty spot on the sofa beside him, Robin quickly sliding into the vacant spot. She throws her arms over the tense shoulders of Hurse while Jackson watches this whole display, increasingly disgusted. He finally stands up, shaking his head while moving towards the door.

Jackson: Well, I’ve got a title match to get ready for here guys. Unlike some people, I’m actually focused on the task at hand tonight, winning some matches and putting more gold around our waists.

After making his high and mighty speech Jackson expects a response, but Hurse is too busy making kissy face with Robin, Too Mag’s still mixing drinks, Ryan’s busy stuffing his face with popcorn, and Desolation is in a trance like state as he observes the television screen. Finally Adams just gives up, moving towards the door quickly.

Desolation: Go get’um tiger.

Jackson pauses and cringes as this statement is made before finally moving through the door.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


JON RICH © VS. JACKSON ADAMS
LEAGUE TITLE MATCH


The lights dim as black light fade on in the ringside area; Faint by Linkin Park 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.

Dan: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to Riot!, and what a huge match we’re about to witness.

Mayne: Huge? Is that the best you can do? Anything that involves Jackson Adams is grandiose, Dan. Especially tonight, when he finally gets the match he’s been itching for, Jackson Adams vs. Jon Rich. I can’t wait to see Adams take that second rate League title off of Rich.

Dan: Second rate? Please. Jon Rich is certainly raising the prestige of that title with numerous defenses, including the great match he had with Bitchcakes McPhee last week.

Mayne: Yeah, but those title defenses have only left him weakened, and prone for Jackson Adams to swoop in like a vulture and take what remains of him.

Jackson is limbering up in the ring and being searched for weapons by the referee, while giving the official a condescending stare.

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 League title wrapped 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, the belt glistening about his waist.

Mayne: And here’s the man who is about to face the first real challenge of his professional career, since rejoining the roster.

Dan: Again you show yourself to be a fool Billy, as Rich has encountered several huge challenges since returning several months ago, and I think he has the chance to upset Adams here tonight by retaining that League title yet again.

Mayne: That would be like Punky Brewster beating Mohammed Ali in a boxing match, it’s just not going to happen. Although I’m a Punky Brewster fan.

Dan: That explains loads.

The fans are very anxious for this one, Jon handing his belt to the referee who raises it above his head then turns, handing it through the cables to the outside of the ring. As soon as he turns his back towards the squared circle though, Jackson Adams rushes straight at Jon Rich, throwing a huge lariat before the bell could even sound. Jon ducks the lariat though, getting behind Adams who turns to face him only to eat a closed fist to the jaw. Jon connects with another strike that knocks Adams back first against the cables while the official finally spins around and calls for the bell to kick start this match. Jon continues to slug Adams repeatedly to the jaw and then chop him across the sternum before grabbing his wrist, whipping him across the ring. But wait, Adams puts the breaks on it and turns towards Rich, reversing the grip onto his wrist before Jon pulls his arm towards himself and thus drags Jackson back in his direction. Rich bends forward, catching Jackson against his shoulders and standing up, back dropping him over the cables. Somehow Adams grabs the top rope though, landing on his feet on the apron as Rich turns to face him and eats a right hand to the face for his trouble. Jackson then drops down onto his posterior and slides under the bottom rope as well as between Jon’s legs, standing up behind the back of his dazed opponent then grabbing both of his arms. The fans start to scream as Jackson turns him around for the unprettier already but Jon pulls his head free, grabbing both of his opponent’s arms, trying to force them across his throat in order to lock in the cobra clutch to set for the Get Rich Quick. Without warning though, Jackson mule kicks Rich right to the testicles, doubling him over before Adams rushes into the cables in front of him. He bounces off and comes charging back in at the doubled over Rich who steps forward and catches Jackson against his shoulder, elevating him with a back drop over the cables. This time Jackson turns inside out and lands hard across his back on the mats, arching his spine as he groans from the aches and pains running through it.

Douglas: This match getting off to a really fast pace between these two, both men looking to finish things off quickly with their trademarks.

Mayne: Yeah, which means Jackson was within a second of finishing off Jon in this one had he hit that unprettier.

Dan: Um, but he didn’t because Jon showed his veteran instincts to escape it before he could connect.

The crowd is still hot for this one as Adams starts to stand up, holding his back. While in the ring, Jon is waiting impatiently for him to get to his feet. Once his legs are beneath him, Rich rushes across the ring into the opposite cables, bouncing off to get some momentum before charging right at the ropes Jackson is just beyond. He grabs the top rope and pulls himself over for a crossbody but Jackson moves out of the way, causing Rich to change things up as he lands right on his feet in front of Adams, who steps in, kicking him hard to the gut. He grabs the back of Jon’s head, charging him at the barricade before Rich turns and reverse it, instead throwing Adams by the back of the head downward into the steel plates of the barrier. Jackson turns, crashing into the steel violently spine first before yelling out in pain, tumbling onto his posterior throughout the process. The crowd screams, putting their hands together at the sight of this while Jon approaches the ring, lifting the tarp hanging from the apron and abstracting a chair out from under it. This causes a louder ovation as Jon turns, moving towards Adams to use the chair when Jackson gets to his knees and dives forward with a headbunt directly into the Champion’s ribs. Jon doubles over from the pain and drops the chair before Jackson stands, wrapping his arm around Rich’s head, locking in a front gantry. He now turns him around, setting up for a reverse neckbreaker on the thin mats before Rich spins out of it, his front aimed towards Jackson’s back. He places his hands to his opponent’s spine and shoves him forward right into the exposed steel post of the turnbuckle. The fans groan from the sound of the impact, which knocks Jackson through a loop, causing him to slowly turn with his spine pressed to the post for support. Jon steps in quickly and throws a knife edge chop when Jackson ducks out of the way, causing Rich’s hand to hit the post hard and in turn grimace in anguish. He turns away from Jackson, grabbing his hand as well as his wrist while wincing in pain while Adams takes the chair off the mats behind him. Before Jon can even turn around Jackson makes use of the relaxed rules and swings the chair violently into his back. Rich roars in pain before falling to his knees, his back bent at an excruciating angle after the use of that chair by a smiling Adams.

Douglas: Ohh, a shot with the steel chair by Jackson Adams after Rich hard already hurt his wrist by chopping the post on accident.

Mayne: Hahaha, remember, there are no rules in this League title match, Dan, meaning that was perfectly legal. Which also means I’m legally allowed to laugh hysterically at it, which I shall do right now, hahahaha.

The pain is clear in Rich’s eyes while he scoots across his knees towards the ring, reaching up with his damaged hand to grab the apron. As soon as he does Jackson swings the chair down violently into the back of his fist and wrist, the sound of the steel colliding with bone echoing throughout the arena and causing tremendous pain to rush through Jon’s arm. He falls onto his back, kicking his legs in pain while cradling his hand across his sternum. Predictably, Adams gives him no time to rest his hand, stepping over him and then digging the top of the chair downward into Rich’s throat, choking him out to screams from the crowd. Everyone is booing this behavior as Rich gags for air, trying to push the chair away to the best of his abilities, but being unable to do so. The referee implores Adams to stop, but he won’t do so until he is satisfied. Finally he takes the chair away from his throat and places it beside Rich’s barely breathing body, then takes hold of his possibly injured hand. He sticks the hand between the seat and back brace of the chair before jumping into the air, stomping the steel violently. This sandwiches Rich’s fingers between both parts of the chair as a result. Jon sits up, pulling his hand into his chest while groaning from the anguish flowing through it once again while Adams steps up behind him, stomping him hard to the back of the head. He then grabs Rich around the neck, dragging him to his feet and rolling him into the ring quickly before swiping his palms against one another.

Mayne: Just look at Adams targeting and destroying that hand. It’s been a long while since I’ve seen him this aggressive. But then again, Rich deserves the angry Adams treatment for disrespecting him at the Rumble Bash all those months ago.

Adams slips into the ring and crawls into a quick cover, making sure to bury his forearm into Rich’s face throughout the process.

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Jon kicks out, but sits up holding his hand in even greater pain. An already flustered Adams gets up behind him, stomping Rich to the back of the head then dropping down with a forearm strike into his neck. Jon arches his back and grits his teeth while Adams gets up beside him and stomps him to the side of the face with a hard kick that sends him into a roll. Rich gets to his knees before Jackson steps in, pulling his battered hand away from his body and dropping down into a quick arm lock. He places his hand to the back of Rich’s shoulder, pushing it forward while pulling back on his arm. This only furthers the pain in his hand before Jackson stands up, lifting Rich’s fingers into the air and beginning to bite them. The crowd groans, as does Rich who is yelling in unbearable pain before he drops back into a reverse roll. He gets to his knees with Adams still bitting his fingers and stands up, spinning around into a hard back heel kick directly to Jackson’s ribs. Adams spits out the fingers, bending forward and grabbing his stomach before Jon turns and jumps with no hands to the second rope, springing off then transitioning in air to float over Jackson’s back. He grabs him around the waist, rolling him up into a sunset flip.

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Jackson just begins to get his shoulder up when Rich starts to roll across the canvas, pulling him along with him. The fans applaud the site of Rich toying with Jackson by dragging him through the Kiwi roll. They make several rotations around the canvas, possibly disorientating Adams before Jon ends up seated on his posterior with Jackson’s shoulders pinned to the canvas in front of him once more.

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Again Jackson shoots his arm from the canvas, dropping over backwards with Rich getting up in front of him. Jon slugs Jackson across the jaw, then does it again with his good hand before delivering a hard upward kick directly into Adams’ face, causing him to stand up, looking incredibly groggy. Just as he does, Rich bounces off the cables and comes in with a roaring lariat directly to his throat. The strike knocks Jackson down to the canvas, flopping on the ring several times with Rich shouting furiously for him to get up, now showing his aggressive side. He shakes his damaged hand while Jackson gets to his knees in front of him then immediately begins to beg off, putting his hands up, pleading for a breather. He even extends his hand outward now, looking for a shake while very tired, trying to muster a trusting expression to his sweat smeared face. Rich stares down at him for a second before looking out over the fans who scream for him to take Adams out. Instead Jon steps in, grabbing the hand and shaking it, a look of relief coming to Adams’ features. Just then Rich lifts Jackson’s fingers and puts them between his teeth, bitting down on them just like Adams did to him a few moments ago. The Alpha Generation member gets to his feet, jumping between feet like he were standing on hot coals and yelling in pain. He slugs Rich across the face several times but Jon won’t stop bitting his hand.

Douglas: I hope Jackson is ambidextrous.

Mayne: That cheating slut of a man that is Jon Rich, how dare he defile Jackson’s perfect fingers by gnawling on them, has he no shame?

Rich finally spits the fingers out then chops Jackson hard to the sternum. The strike is so stiff it staggers the Alpha Generation member and leaves an immediate red streak across his sternum. Another chop of equal strength follows that one up and continues to stagger Adams, who almost loses his footing from the blow. Jon then grabs him by the wrist, swinging around under it and pulling Jackson’s arm behind his back, locking him in a hammerlock. From behind Jon sticks his head under Jackson’s other armpit and falls sideways to the canvas, pulling Adams down with him while still trapped in the hammerlock. They both end up on their backs with Jon beneath Adams before he bridges himself up off the canvas and forces Jackson’s shoulders to the ring as well with a unique hammerlock bridging pin.

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Jackson kicks out by rolling over backwards, ending on his knees right over top of Rich, immediately grabbing him around the neck and standing up. He forces Jon up to his feet as well while bridging over backwards, perhaps setting up for the reverse DDT. Just before he can lift him though, Jon pushes up with his legs, causing him to flip in reverse almost in the direction of Adams. His legs end up falling on both of Jackson’s shoulders with Rich hanging upside down from him now then pushing himself off the canvas and turning his body so he drags Adams around into head scissors. They make several rotations before Jon finally snaps off with the move, flipping Adams over hard onto his back. The crowd screams with delight as Jackson crashes brutally into the ring, sitting up and gripping the back of his neck. This is definitely turning into more of a challenge than he previously imagined as Jon stands up and steps behind him. He delivers one quick kick directly to Jackson’s kidneys then drops down, burying his knee between his shoulder blades while grabbing both of his arms. A somewhat winded Jon drags Jackson’s arms around his throat, locking him in a cobra clutch reverse chin lock variation. The hold outrages Adams who tries his best to fight free, but the more he struggles the more air is restricted to his lungs. He finally tries to force himself up to his feet with Jon still holding onto the cobra clutch but taking his knee away from his back. As both men get to their feet Adams starts to push his way free from the cobra clutch only for Jon to break the hold himself and jump into the air. He lands on the back of Jackson’s shoulders then slips around to sit directly in front of Jackson’s face before dropping back into a huge hurricarana with the pin.

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Jackson sits up, pushing Rich over onto the back of his shoulders as a result.

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Mayne: This is going to finish it, oh yes, yes, yes, this is going to end it indeed.

Dan: I hate to agree with you, especially since it makes my skin literally crawl to do so and obligates me to say forty hail Mary’s in church tomorrow, but you may be right.

Jackson starts to hoist him into the air when Jon swings around out of position for the Angel’s Wings and superkicks Adams right under the jaw. The fans erupt at the sound of the sickening strike that causes Jackson’s eyes to roll to the back of his head and for him to stagger in reverse against the turnbuckle. He leans against the outside of it while Jon steps in, burying his shoulder to Adams’ gut and lifting him into the air, sitting the Alpha Gen member on the top rope. He grabs his legs and pushes them over onto the opposite side of the ropes so that Jackson is now facing the interior of the ring, his eyes still blinking with grogginess. Now that he is in the perfect position, Rich grabs the top rope, steadying himself on the apron and then springing up onto the top cable. He stands on it before Jackson jumps off the turnbuckle, catching Jon around the head and dragging him off the top rope to the ring with a huge ace crusher. The crowd cannot help but to react with cheers as Rich’s head bashes violently into the canvas, before his body flops over sideways onto his back, appearing completely out of it.

Douglas: What a counter!

Mayne: Jackson connecting with an ace crusher off the top rope in the nick of time, he’s got to have it, he’s got to have that League title won!

Adams gets to his knees and falls desperately into the cover.

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But no, Jon gets his shoulder off the ring just in time to avoid being pinned. He turns away from Jackson who sits up on the canvas, running his hands through his sweaty hair while almost crying over the fact that he didn’t just beat Rich with that sensational counter move. Completely frustrated, Adams gets to his feet, stepping over Rich and grabbing his arm so that he can extend his hand out over the canvas. With it prone Jackson begins to stomp his palm over and over again, causing Rich to shout in even greater pain. The anguish snaps Jon out of his momentary coma as Jackson actually drops an elbow into his battered hand. Rich roars out in pain while Jackson remains seated next to the hand with his back facing the downed League Champion. He slaps his palm down into Rich’s and interlocks his fingers between his opponent’s, squeezing at the hand now while leaning down into his wrist with the side of his body. Jon yells out in pain, his heel stomping the canvas repeatedly, unable to free his hand from this predicament.

Mayne: Look at this sheer brilliance being shown by Adams, going right back to work on that hand.

Dan: It’s sound strategy I’ll grant you that.

Jackson now lifts up on the hand before pushing it down knuckles fist into the canvas, then repeating this several times. Rich can barely stand the pain, yelling at the top of his lungs and kicking at the canvas again before Jackson rises to his feet. He uses the grip on the hand to lead Rich up to his knees before kicking at his forehead several times. Finally he pulls him to his feet and drags him towards the ropes, sticking Rich’s arm over the top rope and then bending it so his forearm comes back into the ring with his hand ending up pressed behind his back. With it held there Jackson performs a quick standing dropkick directly to the hand. Rich again yells in agony, his hand really bothering him while he turns towards Jackson, bringing his arm completely into the ring while crossing it over his sternum. The highly motivated Adams gets up in front of him and chops Rich directly to sternum, causing a “woo” from the crowd before Jackson grabs that same battered hand and whips him across the ring. Jon charges into the opposite cables, bouncing off and coming back in at Adams who rushes in with a hard shoulder tackle. The impact knocks Rich down to the canvas with force before Adams falls down beside him, lifting his legs to wrap them around Jon’s hand. The League Champion winches from the pain as Jackson uses his legs to squeeze at the hand as much as possible.

Although this hold is effectively targeting the hand, Jackson breaks the submission and instead pins Jon’s arm down to the canvas, pushing up with his lower body so that his knee flies into the air. It then comes down with vile impact directly into the palm of his opposition, causing Rich to flop on the canvas once more, reaching for his hand in anguish. Jackson then stands up and jumps into the air, stomping downward into the hand once again. Rich pulls his hand into his gut, rolling away from Adams, pushing himself up onto his opposite elbow while trying to get to his feet to mount some kind of comeback. Unfortunately for him, Adams is right back on him again, stomping Rich repeatedly to the back of the head then rolling him onto his knees, slugging at his face with hard closed fists. Jackson then grabs hold of the arm bearing the injured hand and sticks it out to the side of a dazed Rich’s body, balling up his opponent’s fist then locking elbows with him. The exhausted Rich is dragged to his feet before Jackson drops back with a cross arms breaker but instead pulls Jon down fist first into the canvas. A loud groan comes from the crowd as Rich’s fist hits off the canvas hard, then pops up onto his knees, reaching for his damaged knuckle. That’s when Jackson steps up beside him, grabbing his hand and extending it out to his side. He places his forehead directly into the back of Rich’s fingers while wrapping both hands around his wrist. He pushes the front of Rich’s fingers towards his wrist now in a modified submission, extending his arm far out to his side, creating even more pain for the League Champion.

Mayne: It’s over, it’s got to be now, no man can take that bad of a beating on his hand and possibly continue. If Rich doesn’t tap out now, he may never be able to masterbate with that hand again, which is something I imagine he does quite frequently.

Dan: We sure do love your juvenile commentary, Billy. But after catching a few episodes of ULW:R, I know that Rich is capable of coming back from more than this.

Billy: Yeah, I would have watched ULW:R occasionally too, but it was always on when I watching the A-Team, so I never could catch it.

The hand is twisted at a gruesome angle as Rich tries to push himself up to his feet, to fight through the pain being inflicted on it. Before he can mount any offense though, Jackson clamps both his hands around Rich’s fingers and begins to twist at them, causing Jon to fall back to his knees, grinding his teeth in pain. Jackson really squeezes at the fingers with both sets of hands, relishing in the anguish he is inflicting on Rich who can’t seem to escape this torment, yet he still tries to force himself to his feet. He gets his legs beneath him while doubled over, still held in the submission by Adams before suddenly reaching out with his ankles. He twists his body and catches Jackson’s ankle between his own, drop toe holding Adams down to the canvas. The Alpha Generation member spills forward into the ring with Rich turning away from him then rushing into the cables at his side. Rich bounces off the ropes, coming back in while cradling his arm across his sternum before Adams rolls towards him. This causes Rich to have to jump over him, but he flips forward instead, tucking his head and rolling across the canvas right back onto his feet. He turns in the direction of Adams, rushing in quickly when Jackson bends forward, catching him by the leg, hoisting him into the air then dropping him ribs first with a flapjack directly on top the ropes. Rich bounces off the top cable ribs first then flips over them to the outside of the ring while Adams arrogantly rises to his feet, smiling towards the booing fans. To demonstrate his superior intellect he taps his temple with his finger then turns to face Rich who is trying his best to stand up on the outside of the ring while still holding onto his hand. Jackson rushes across the ring, bouncing off the opposite ropes then charging back in before dropping down into a baseball slide dropkick directly to the upper back of Rich. The collision causes Rich to charge forward into the announce table, turning and spilling against it back first, leaning on it for support.

Mayne: Why does everyone have to flock towards me? I know I’m rather irresistible, but there’s no need for Jon Rich to be throwing himself at me. I’m sorry, my door just doesn’t swing that way.

Dan: Or so you say. But if you were actually doing what your paid for and paying attention, you’d realize that Jackson Adams just dropkicked Rich right out here in front of us as this match again makes use of some of these relaxed rules.

Rich leans against the table still spine first, his hand throbbing in pain while Jackson stands up on the apron, kissing his fingers then extended them out towards some females in the front row. Taking his dear old time, Adams turns towards Rich then dives off the apron with a huge double axehandle only for Jon to step out of the way. This results in Adams crashing hard face first off the table, Jackson bouncing against the surface viciously before he stumbles backwards. Rich has rushed towards the ring behind Jackson, springing into the air and landing on the apron behind Adams who turns around only for Jon to jump off, twisting in mid-air to catch him with the blockuster. The fans cheer at the sight of Jon hitting the up and over on the outside of the ring. Adams sits up, holding the back of his head in tremendous pain while Rich gets to his feet by utilizing the announce table, the fans still screaming in support of him. With his body ravaged by exhaustion and anguish Rich turns towards Jackson who is still trying to force himself to his feet. He moves in with a jab to his jaw, before following it up with a kick to Jackson’s gut before taking him by the back of the head and leading him towards the ring. Jackson is rolled into the ring, turning onto his side with sweat dripping from his tired frame before he rising to his feet as Rich climbs up onto the apron then grabs the top rope. He springs up onto it and then flies off, extending his legs when Jackson catches him on top of his shoulders. Rich then drops back for the hurricarana but Adams holds on, shaking his head. He lifts Rich back up into the air, holding him in a powerbomb position before using his strength advantage to push Rich over his head, twisting him so that he lands on top of his shoulders. The League Champion tries to fight it as Adams pulls him over into a Death Valley Driver. Somehow though Rich flips over right onto his feet, landing beside Jackson and then rushing into the cables. Adams turns around to face him when Rich comes barreling back in with a swinging lariat. The former Livewire Champion ducks it, stepping behind Rich who turns to face him, walking right into a rock bottom position. Jackson shoots his thumb into the air, signaling for the Spectacular Ending (C4). He grabs the back of Rich’s trunks and lifts him before Jon turns his body, so that his back is facing Adams, reaching in reverse with his legs. He sticks them under Adams’ armpits then drops over forward, pulling Jackson into a quick roll up pin fall where he is seated on the sternum of his opponent, holding the back of his knees.

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Jackson reaches up, wrapping his arms around Rich’s waist then pulling him over into a reverse roll. Basically Jon is in the waist lock as he is pulled over backwards into a crawling base with Jackson rolling over his spine, landing on his feet behind him. He still has his arms wrapped around Rich’s waist before pulling him up to his feet and then grabbing both his arms. He turns him and drops into the unprettier, slamming Rich’s face violently into the canvas, the crowd screaming the sight of this. The collision causes Rich to roll onto his back before Jackson scrambles into the hook of the leg.

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No, Rich kicks out somehow again, Jackson sitting up with a stunned expression on his face. He seems be throwing a fit while removing his elbow pad, throwing it across the ring while rising to his feet.

Douglas: Jon Rich kicked out of the unprettier!

Mayne: Again he disrespects the legend that is Adams by kicking out of one of his trademarks! This is outrageous, more outrageous than Anne Heche’s flip flopping between sexual preferences.

The exhausted Adams rises, grabbing Rich by the ankle, lifting up on it while rolling Jon over in reverse. Jackson is exhausted while Rich gets to his feet, Adams kicking him to the gut, doubling him over. He hooks both his arms, setting for the angel’s wings before lifting him up into the air. Rich ducks his head though, burying the back of it into Jackson’s gut then lifting his legs into the air. He reverses by wrapping his legs around Jackson’s neck, setting for the inzugari but Jackson keeps his feet planted, wrapping his arms around Rich’s gut, setting him up in a powerbomb position. He rushes forward to throw him over the ropes with the powerbomb before Jon pushes himself over Adams’ head, rolling over his back and wrapping his arms around his waist. Rich rolls Jackson over backwards into a sunset flip pinning predicament.

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The entire arena goes nuts as Jackson kicks out just a second too late, Rich defeating him one on one after an epic battle.

Dan: Oh my God, Jon did it! He did it! He just pinned Jackson Adams!! This has to be the biggest win of his career.

Mayne: No! It’s impossible, it’s impossible! He just stole a victory from Jackson’s clutches. How!?! How!?!

Everyone in the arena are still going nuts as Jon rises to his feet, lifting his arms above his head in victory, Jackson Adams however is seated on the canvas. His eyes are wide, filled with absolute astonishment and disbelief. His body is positively trembling with shock over that he was just victorious. Rich is still celebrating, the crowd going insane over his victory while he drops to his knees, clinching both his fists, lifting them above his head, blocking the pain in his targeted hand. The official grabs the League title from the time keeper, turning towards Jon to give him the title before Jackson snatches the belt out of his hand then shoves him down to the canvas. Rich stands up with his back turned towards Jackson who rushes forward and clocks him to the back of the head with the League title belt. Outrage sweeps through the fans as Rich is knocked down to the canvas across his chest and stomach, a tired Jackson staggering forward into the cables.

Mayne: That’s right, make him pay Adams, make him pay! Make him pay for stealing your win!

Douglas: This is outrageous, absolutely outrageous! Jackson acting like a spoiled brat because he didn’t pick up the win tonight.

Billy: No, he’s making Rich suffer for stealing what should be his, that League title.

Rich is down on the canvas now, holding the back of his head before Jackson places the belt on top of the back of his hand. He then jumps into the air, stomping down at the gold, driving the gold plate downward directly into Rich’s hand. A gasp comes from the crowd as Rich rolls onto his back, holding his hand, writhing in anguish while kicking his legs. His hand seems swelled to twice it’s normal size, pulsating in fact, terribly bruised. Adams steps towards the cables quickly, slipping to the outside of the ring and approaching the steel chair. He snatches it off the mats before security rushes from the back, keeping Jackson from reaching the ring. He tries to shove his way through them with a deranged glint in his eyes, still clutching the chair but continues to be held back by the brigade of yellow shirt wearing guards. In the ring Rich sits up, holding his hand out in front of his face while the referee helps him to his feet, handing him the League title throughout the process. Jackson remains on the end of the ramp, backing up slowly with the chair in hand and an absolutely deranged glint captured in his eyes.


EYES ON YOUR BACK


Nathan: I’m telling you AWOL, she can’t be trusted, and she needs to be dealt with.

There is a mixed reaction at the sight that appears from the backstage area, resonating from the GM’s office. Some fans cheer the sight of AWOL who is rather apathetically seated in his black leather chair, turning back and forth slowly with his fingers interlocked and his eyes rolling to the back of his head. The other, stronger majority of those onlookers, boo furiously when they are forced to see Nathan Creed, lobbying his case to the Big Crazy Bastard. He leans knuckles first into the desk before AWOL, who is still contemplating everything that he is hearing, taking in this valuable information.

Creed: You give me the word tonight, AWOL, and you restrain security, and I promise I’ll take care of Robin Brooks once and for all. We won’t have to worry about her playing both sides anymore, and believe me, that’s something she’s very good at.

AWOL nods while closing his eyes, Nathan’s argument seems to be making him drowsy.

Nathan: She’s a manipulator AWOL. If you trust her to be part of the roster that you put against the Alpha Generation we’ll all be destroyed, each and everyone of us, yourself included. She may not look like much, but behind those ears there’s something sinister brewing, a plot so insidious, so foul it makes me shudder to even possibly consider what it might be. You should know what I’m talking about here AWOL, when I discuss untrustworthy women, and how they should be dealt with, just like Vivian.

The GM’s eyes open rather quickly, his face tensing at the mention of the very name while his attention is drawn to Nathan. A lack of confidence seems to strike Creed at the sight of the bone chilling stare he is receiving from the calculating General Manager.

AWOL: I would thank you to never use that name again in my presence.

Nathan: Well, I’m sorry, I’m just trying to make a point here AWOL. You dealt with Vivian the best way possible when you found out she was conspiring against you, now call your dogs off and let me do the same to Robin Brooks.

The tension in the air only grows thicker as AWOL leans forward in his chair slowly, his fingers interlocked in front of his face while his elbows dig into the surface of the wooden table. His cold eyes stare chillingly into Nathan’s face.

AWOL: I will do no such thing, Nathan. I need more proof before I’ll allow you perform such an act. Besides, if you what you do say is true, Robin could be a very valuable pawn, a good source of recon in this war.

Creed shakes his head, obviously not hearing the answer he expected nor desired.

Nathan: Pfft, why did I even bother to ask you for you acceptance in the first place, I’ll do what I want to do. So I’m telling you right now, Robin Brooks won’t make it out of that ring in one piece tonight....

Gesturing with his finger towards the ring just beyond the walls that surround them he doesn’t even notice the door flying open. In a state of outrage, Orlando storms into the office, AWOL immediately rising from his chair to greet him with the same icy stare.

Orlando: What the fuck is this bullshit, AWOL?

Cruze’s entire body seems to be blood red while moving towards AWOL, who won’t be backed down, nor intimidated by the former three time World Champion.

Cruze: I want to hear it straight from the horse’s mouth, I want you to rationalize why I’ve been booked in this match tonight. I want you to say it to my face, I want you to confess to completely stacking the deck against me tonight with this outrageous booking.

Steam is almost escaping Cruze’s nostrils and ears, fuming over the prospect of the impending six man tag team match he is slated to appear in. No matter how angry he gets though, AWOL just keeps staring straight into his face with no flinches or indicates of emotion.

AWOL: This match was made to build alliances Cruze...

Orlando: Alliances!?! There are going to be five guys out there, two of them my very own teammates, with the intention of killing me.

AWOL: You shut up and you listen when I’m speaking to you.

Orlando is about to respond but opts to bite his lower lip, keeping himself from saying something he might regret to the agitated General Manager.

AWOL: Like it or not, you will participate in that match tonight. You will try to get along with Simon Cagero and John Torretto as long as it takes to pull out the victory over the Alpha Generation. If you three can work together this evening, then maybe I’ll allow you, and them to be involved in the eight man tag at Born Again. Besides, the first step in rebuilding yourself is learning how to depend on other’s again, without becoming too over-dependent.

A slight chuckle comes from the furious Cruze who lowers his head, shaking it while raising his trembling hand towards his jaw.

Orlando: And you honestly expect this match to teach me that valuable lesson?

AWOL: Your damn straight I do.

Cruze: BULLSHIT!

With eyes that brim with rage, Cruze raises his head to stare straight into AWOL’s face, taking a step towards him but finding that the GM still will not budge in posture or position.

Orlando: You want me taken out tonight, that’s your whole goal, isn’t it? You want me to be the sacrificial lamb, that’s why you put this match together. Your out to do nothing more than rob me of opportunity, after opportunity, because your jealous of me!

A smirk slowly forms on AWOL’s face.

AWOL: I think implying I’m somehow jealous of anything about you, is the best insult you could ever have directed at me. Now you either deal with the way the cards have fallen, or you can explain to your kid why Daddy needs to stand in the unemployment line every week.

Although Cruze is on the verge of a full breakdown, he withdrawals slowly from his attack position, trying to calm down. The veins in his neck become less visible, retracting back down into his body instead of poking almost through the skin. Nathan watches all of this with a smug grin and his arms crossed over his sternum, trying to stay out of the verbal altercation however.

You know, I couldn’t have put it better myself....

More anger comes from the fans packed into the building at the sight of John Torretto, who saunters arrogantly into the GM’s office. He takes only a moment to overlook Orlando before stepping casually to AWOL’s side, the GM not too comfortable being around Torretto however. Orlando’s eyes narrow to a sharp focus on the former Cadre leader.

Torretto: Orlando, babe, you’ve got to start giving the headcheese his just dues. He knew exactly what he was doing when he put this match together, and unlike some whiners, I support him one hundred percent in his decision. After all, I know I can trust you to put our differences aside in order to watch my back tonight, just like I’m sure you know I can forget about that whole fluke win you got over me last week long enough to protect you in the ring as well. I mean, you certainly couldn’t be implying that you don’t trust me to do what needs to be done for the greater good, right?

The smile on Torretto’s face is repulsive and almost causes the boiling Orlando to spill over and take his head off with his bare hands. Yet he keeps his nails dug into his palms, trying to refrain from inflicting brutality onto the pompous Torretto. John even goes as far as to throw his arm over AWOL’s shoulders now, twisting his condescending smile towards the General Manager. AWOL’s grin grows wider as a result.

AWOL: You know what Torretto, it’s so refreshing to hear you support one of my decisions instead of bashing it in an oh so unoriginal manner like you usually do.

Instead of taking offense to the wise crack Torretto just grins and playfully punches AWOL to his massive bicep.

John: You know me AWOL, I’m always a team player.

John extends his arms out to his sides in a friendly manner while AWOL chuckles, his eyes diverting between Torretto and the still irate Orlando.

AWOL: That’s great Torretto, I’m proud to hear it. But just so you know, even though I’m sure it won’t be a problem in your case. If either of you choose to stab the other in the back tonight, then rest assure, there will be hell to pay.

The GM’s smile turns to a threatening glare that causes Torretto’s pompous attitude to become a thing of the past. Instead concern seeps into his features before he turns towards Orlando, who has a raised eyebrow and the slight traces of a smile on his face.

Torretto: You heard him Cruze, so you better not start any of your shit tonight. You better have my back.

Torretto vacates the dressing room unlike how he entered it, leaving in anger. Upon his departure Orlando turns his attention back towards AWOL who has fallen into his chair, reclining comfortably. However, a slight chuckle catches his attention, Cruze turning towards Nathan who steps forward slowly. His hand reaches up and pats Cruze hard on the back.

Creed: Man, you really need to grow eyes in the back of your head Orlando, because apparently there are already a lot of eyes on your back. Oh how it sucks to be you.

Cruze quickly brushes Creed’s hand away from his spine then turns, jabbing his finger into his former teammate’s sternum.

Orlando: I’m afraid your wrong there Nathan. The only person who’s existence sucks, is your own. Look at you, standing here with no friends, no back up, no allies whatsoever because you’ve disassociated yourself from anyone who even remotely cared about you. Your nothing Nathan. Just like I told you all those months ago, you’re a shell of your former self. Hell, you couldn’t even retain your title against Robin Brooks at Paranoia. It makes me sick to see what you’ve become.

The words seem to hit Creed hard, staggering him for a response as well as physically. No rebuttal comes to his mind as Orlando turns, leaving the dressing room, leaving a stunned Creed behind. Nathan turns slowly towards AWOL who is watching all of this from behind his desk.

Nathan: Ha, do you think that’s true?

AWOL: Yeah. But don’t feel bad, I think you both suck. No go fight Robin and get the hell out of my office!

The statement was made with very little to no tact whatsoever and leaves Creed more agitated than ever before he finally leaves the dressing room, trying to prepare himself mentally for the task at hand, regaining his X-Class title.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


AVAILABLE ON DVD


ROBIN BROOKS © VS. NATHAN CREED
X-CLASS CHAMPIONSHIP


Dan Douglas: “Well we are set for one hell of a match up next as we see Robin Brooks, the current X-Class champion going up against the technical master, Nathan Creed.”

Billy Mayne: “This is going to be a great match; Robin Brooks, while a beautiful dish herself, is no slouch when it comes to the top competition in IWC. Which Nathan Creed, the man who lost the X-Class title to Robin is looking for payback in a major way.”

Dan Douglas: “Well I think he got it when he attacked Bailey Brooks, the younger Brooks sister and also kicking Faith, Robin’s pet dog. If anyone is looking for payback its going to be Robin.”

Billy Mayne: “Another factor that I think is going to play a big part in this match is Robin’s inability to attack someone she used to be friends with. It’ll take a lot to see her take the fight to Creed and if Creed can take advantage of that we’ll see a new X-Class champion.”

Dan Douglas: “You might just have a point there Billy, which would be a first for you. But with that said and done lets take it down to Kailey Wolf for the introductions.”

The lights dim down. Strobes float around the arena as the opening chords of ‘Polyamorous’ by Breaking Benjamin fill the arena.

“LETS GOOOOOOOO!!!”

The vocals are screamed as the song kicks up a gear and Nathan walks through the curtains to the cheers of the local fans. He psyches himself up and he slowly approaches the ring, the lights flickering around him. As he nears the ring the chorus kicks in and Nathan dashes to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. He bounds to his feet and climbs the turnbuckle, getting the fans pumped up for yet another high quality match.

Billy Mayne: “Creed looks to be very calm. It almost looks like he has this one in the bag before it even begins. Does he believe that he has that much of a psychological advantage over Robin already?”

Dan Douglas: “It sure seems like it Billy. Creed looks like he is ready to rip Robin apart both mentally and physically. I don’t think I’ve seen this type of cold focus in him at all. I’m wondering if this is a change in Creed that will work out for the best.”

Rumor by Lindsay Lohan starts to play and after 15 seconds the curtains start to move & out runs Robin. 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. After doing some of her kick boxing moves, Robin waves to the crowd. Sprinting down the ramp she continues to wave and smile at the fans, blowing them kisses. When she gets to the ring, Robin slides into the ring and when she is back on her feet, she waves to the crowd some more.

Dan Douglas: “Robin looking great as usual even in the face of the cold killer that Nathan Creed looks like tonight. You have to wonder if there is anything from their past friendship that will keep her from throwing the right moves that will win her the match.”

Billy Mayne: “I have no idea Dan. I mean, just look at Creed, that man looks focused to the point of a stone cold killer like you said. But Robin always seems to find her way out of these types of problems not only through the skills that she was taught by a former ULW legend, but also by pure luck it seems.”

Dan Douglas: “Either way this looks like it is going to be a great match. Robin’s high flying style will work quite well if she can keep away from the technical groundings that Creed’s style brings to the match.”

The referee finishes his weapons check and then calls for the bell. Brooks and Creed make their way to the center of the ring, the two looking at each other in contemplation. After a moment the two start circling each other, looking for an opening. Creed steps forward and motions for Brooks to hit him square in the jaw; Brooks responds by reeling her fist back, the crowd cheering this move wildly. Brooks holds her hand back for a moment before lowering it, the crowd booing. Creed laughs and continues to taunt Brooks to hit him. Brooks continues to circle the ring with Creed. After one more round of taunting, Creed steps in quickly reaches in and locks Brooks in a headlock. Brooks pushes Creed’s head back to make him release the hold. When he releases the hold, Brooks pushes Creed away. Creed steps back in and grabs Brooks in another headlock, trying to force her to take action. Again Brooks breaks the hold but does not apply any holds of her own. A frustrated Creed kicks the ropes and yells at Brooks to do something. Brooks shakes her head and begins to climb out of the ring!

Dan Douglas: “Robin is no slouch when it comes to chain wrestling, after all she was trained by one of the best minds in the business; but what does she think she is doing by giving up and leaving this title match?”

Billy Mayne: “Hurse told Robin to do anything possible to keep that belt and I think the little witch is doing just that by getting counted out.”

Dan Douglas: “Well that is one way to keep the title since the title does not change hands n a count out. So maybe this is just Robin taking the easy way out. But wait a minute; Creed looks to be getting to her before she can exit the ring!”

Creed grabs Brooks and drags her back into the ring with a hammerlock. Creed switches things up by taking Brooks down to the mat with a fireman’s carry; he follows that up by pulling Brooks to her knees and locking on an arm bar. Creed adds insult to injury by paint brushing the back of Brooks’ head with his free hand. This move seems to light a fire in Brooks as she gets up to her feet and counters the arm bar with an arm wrench of her own. Creed rolls forward, then backwards in order to counter the hold but Brooks keeps the arm wrench on tight, preventing Creed from escaping. Brooks switches into a hammerlock for a moment before switching quickly into a headlock which she uses to take Creed to the mat with a headlock takedown. Creed struggles for a moment before pushing Brooks down to his legs where he locks on a head scissors; Brooks doesn’t struggle very long and pushes out of the hold. Both of the get up at the same time; Creed charges in and Brooks takes him down with a couple of quick arm drags. Creed stops on one knee after the second arm drag looking on in amazement; only to see Brooks’ feet coming at him as she hits him with a well placed front dropkick. Brooks jumps quickly onto Creed for the first pin fall of the match.

1…

2…

Creed kicks out and rolls up onto his feet.

Billy Mayne: “Creed looks shocked. I think he was counting to Robin’s shyness to attack him head on to be her undoing; but with that quick exchange it seems that Creed’s game plan is undone.”

Dan Douglas: “That surprises me too. It seems that Creed pushed the buttons of Brooks one too many times and the fiery vixen looks to be giving Creed a real wrestling match. No punch, punch, kick, kick crap like you find in other companies. Here in IWC we bring you the best in wrestling that the world has to offer.”

Billy Mayne: “If you ever speak like that again Dan I’ll make sure the bosses, whoever they are, have you selling Viagra in one of those late night infomercials.”

Dan Douglas: “And how would you know about those?”

Billy Mayne: “I watch the late night phone call ads, duh!”

Brooks and Creed quickly move into the center of the ring and lock up. Creed ducks behind Brooks with a hammerlock, but he quickly lets go and clobbers Brooks in the back of the head. Creed doesn’t give Brooks any time to recover; he picks her up and whips her into ropes. Brooks bounces back and gets knocked head over heels by a thunderous clothesline from Creed. Creed wastes no time lifting Brooks to her feet; he waits for a moment before hoisting Brooks up into a suplex. Creed holds Brooks up in the air for a few seconds before bringing her down right on top of her head with a brain buster suplex. Creed pops his hips and hits Brooks with two straight snap suplexes before rolling over for a cover.

1…

2…

3…

No! Brooks puts her foot on the ropes.

Creed hits the mat out of frustration before getting to his feet, dragging Brooks up with him. Creed turns Brooks around and locks her in a waist lock; he waits a second before throwing Brooks over his head with a release German suplex, Brooks flips out of the move and lands on her feet but gets dropkicked out of the ring by Creed. Brooks uses the security railing to pull herself to her feet. Creed stands on the inside of the ring yelling at someone in the crowd. Brooks looks out into the crowd and finds Killjoy standing amongst the people shaking his head.

Dan Douglas: “WOAH! Talk about surprise guests; we have former ULW Heavyweight champion and hall of famer Killjoy in attendance tonight. It almost seems like he is ashamed by the performance that Robin is putting on here against Nathan Creed.”

Billy Mayne: “Or could it be that Killjoy is upset about Robin dropping him for someone better like Hurse? You know that a broken heart is not easily mended, not to mention that Robin seems to be the biggest heartbreaker or slut around in this company.”

Dan Douglas: “Billy! We will not tolerate that type of talk on this network. I know Robin has had romantic entanglements with Killjoy, Creed and Hurse, but that doesn’t mean she actually sleeps around with any of them. Whatever she does in the privacy of her own home is her own matter and is not needed to be broadcast on national TV.”

Billy Mayne: “So that’s why she has a lot of her promos during the week coming from her home and in her bedroom in particular?”

Dan Douglas: “That is not for us to discuss Billy. Now keep the conversation to the match.”

Creed climbs out onto the ring apron and drives out at Brooks; she hits Creed in the gut and sends him tumbling into the security railing. Creed lays motionless on the outside as Brooks rolls into the ring, breaking the referee’s count. Creed slowly regains his step on the outside while Brooks looks out at Killjoy who is still in the crowd but moving closer to the ring. Creed gets to his feet but holds the security railing for support. Brooks looks at Creed, and then at Killjoy, then she bounces off the far ring ropes, ending things by diving over the top rope and crashing into Creed, sending them both over the security railing and into the crowd. On the outside, Brooks gets to her feet and comes face to face with Killjoy. She stops for a moment, stunned. Creed gets to his feet and goes to clobber Brooks in the back like he did before, but she ducks at the last minute and Creed clobbers Killjoy in the face! Killjoy turns back and punches Creed in the gut before throwing him into a bunch of empty chairs with a hip toss. Creed quickly recovers and dives at Killjoy out of anger and the two starts brawling for a moment. The referee cuts his count and enters the crowd in an attempt to break the two apart and get the match back together. The referee grabs Creed and drags him back towards the ring while Brooks grabs Killjoy and forces him back before making her way to the ring.

Billy Mayne: “That should be a double count out right there! What’s the referee doing by going out there and trying to get Creed and Brooks back to the ring; and for that matter, what business does Killjoy have to get involved?”

Dan Douglas: “Creed hit Killjoy and Killjoy reacted like he used to when he was in the ring. If there was any man who doesn’t give a crap about the rules it’s him. So he will do exactly what he did.”

Billy Mayne: “Fine. In that case Robin should be disqualified and the match should be over.”

Dan Douglas: “The referee is doing what is right by the fans. He wants to make sure that this match ends with a clear winner. I think it’s about time that the referees in this business did things like this so that the loyal fans that come to our shows leave entertained.”

Brooks, Creed, The Referee & Killjoy all end up at ringside. Creed gets back into the ring while Brooks tells Killjoy to stay out of the match and return to the crowd. Brooks gets back up onto the ring apron where Creed goes to hit her but she ducks under the punches and shoulders Creed in the gut. Brooks sling shots herself over Creed with a sunset flip; she holds on and rolls Creed up for a pin.

1…

2…

Creed kicks out.

Creed rolls up onto one knee; Brooks bounces off the ropes and connects with a shining wizard. Brooks springs to her feet, showing new life. She springs up onto the top rope, looks out at Creed and then jumps off with a frog splash that connects! Brooks holds on for a pin.

1…

2…

Creed kicks out again.

Brooks gets up and pulls Creed up onto his; she pushes Creed into the corner and hits a few chops on his chest; she then goes to whip Creed across the ring but he reverses it and sends Brooks into the opposite corner. Creed charges in with a clothesline, then pushes Brooks back into the corner and hits a few chops of his own. Brooks stumbles out of the corner and Creed throws her across the ring with a belly to belly suplex.

Dan Douglas: “A couple of quick pin attempts by Robin. She seems to have gotten a fresh burst of energy and aggression since Killjoy made an appearance in this match.”

Billy Mayne: “He shouldn’t be out there! Killjoy is a retired wrestler and should only be allowed to sit in the crowd when he buys a ticket. Someone like him should have no hand in being anywhere nears the ring during a title match! If Robin wins this match I’m going to put in a complaint about the security that’s employed here.”

Dan Douglas: “He has every right to be out there. He was the one who gave Robin the skills to compete at this level and I think he should be allowed to see how one of his students is going. After all, he is one of the ULW Hall of Fame inductees; the man is a legend and should be allowed to do whatever he wants.”

Billy Mayne: “Since when did you become the guy’s PR rep? The guy is a retied wrestler and should stay at his training school and train the losers that want to be trained.”

On the outside, Killjoy jumps up onto the ring apron and starts yelling at Creed. Creed turns around and starts jaw jacking with Killjoy, not noticing that Brooks is getting to her feet. Brooks crawls over to where Creed is and rolls him up quickly with a school boy pin.

1…

2…

Creed kicks out.

Creed gets up onto his feet quickly and boots Brooks in the head before turning around and super kicking Killjoy in the head, knocking him off the ring apron. The crowd begins to boo as Hurse is seen running down to ringside; he goes around to the opposite side of the ring as Killjoy, the two keeping a close eye on each other. Meanwhile, in the ring Creed continues to boot Brooks in the head with stiff kicks. Eventually he picks her up and takes her over with a suplex. They lay on the mat for a second, and then Creed pops his hips and he rolls back up and hits another suplex; Creed repeats this one more time before rolling over on top of Brooks for the pin.

1…

2…

3…

No! Brooks kicks out at the last second.

Billy Mayne: “Well this is one hell of a pickle, Robin’s ex and her current in the same area. It’s feeling like a powder keg ready to explode out there. This is great, I love this.”

Dan Douglas: “The only thing you love Billy is those late night commercials that you watch. It’s probably the closest thing to action you’ll get all year. But in the ring it seems that Creed is breaking out all the moves in order to put Robin away.”

Billy Mayne: “Well this is Creed’s new killer attitude coming to the surface and I must say that I’m impressed by this. Oh yeah, and Dan you really need to shut up about what I watch cause at least I’ve seen those parts on a woman, unlike you.”

Creed looks to be getting frustrated by Brooks’ constant will to survive. Creed walks over to a corner and unties the turnbuckle pad from the turnbuckle. Creed picks up Brooks and whips her into the exposed turnbuckle hard. Brooks collapses to the mat, a cut opened up on her back. This move makes Killjoy jump up onto the ring apron once again, this time to tell the referee about the blatant rule breaking Creed is doing. While Killjoy and the referee argue at the ropes, Hurse grabs Brooks’ X-Class title belt and slide into the ring. Creed turns around and Hurse slams the title into Creed’s head and places Brooks on top of Creed before exiting the ring and putting the belt back. The referee turns around and notice the pin fall.

1…

2…

3!

Billy Mayne: “Creed was robbed! He had this match won till that piece of slime Hurse whacked him over the head with the belt. This has to be some sort of plan by Robin. She has both men she has wooed out there and both probably have instructions to keep the belt on her.”

Dan Douglas: “I don’t think that is it. I think this is more along the lines of Hurse’s teaching Robin to do anything to keep the belt. She might claim to be above cheating to win, but Hurse sure isn’t. As for Killjoy, I have no idea.”

Billy Mayne: “I’m sure Robin got the message to him during her private get away to see him. Or maybe they engaged is some three way action. But in the end that doesn’t matter, Robin has cheated to win and now a great competitor like Nathan Creed has been cheated out of the X-Class championship.”

Dan Douglas: “Creed might have been cheated but the fact remains that Robin Brooks is our X-Class champion thanks to Hurse using that title belt to give her the win.”

Hurse and Killjoy both slide into the ring and get to Brooks at the same time. For a moment, both men are more concerned for Brook’s well being then anything else, but then they lock eyes and both men stand up, ready to fight. Killjoy yells at Hurse about what he did and about how Brooks is good enough to handle herself. Hurse argues back about retaining the belt. After a few more words Hurse shoves Killjoy; Killjoy responds in kind and shoves Hurse back. Hurse bounces off the ropes and connects with a right hand to Killjoy’s face. Killjoy returns fire and the two begin to brawl in the middle of the ring. Brooks gets to her feet and notices the two fighting. She goes over to them and forces her way between them, holding each man at bay for as long as she can.

Billy Mayne: “Seems we have a bit of a rivalry going on for the heart of Robin Brooks. As much as I hate the outcome of the match, its great to see these two guys beat the crap out of each other for a piece of ass like her.”

Dan Douglas: “I have no idea about the reason behind this, but it seems that Killjoy has taken offense to Hurse’s tactics inside the ring; which is weird because he is not above using the same tactics himself in a match; but what about Robin? She is going to be devastated by the actions of these two men.”

Brooks talks to Killjoy for a moment first and then to Hurse, but neither man looks ready to back down. After a bit more pleading from Brooks, Killjoy backs away and rolls out of the ring and goes back into the crowd. Inside the ring Brooks has words to Hurse and ushers him out of the ring, grabbing her title on the way out. Brooks and Hurse make their way up the ramp; Hurse keeps an eye on Killjoy who is keeping an eye on them both as he makes his way back through the crowd.

Dan Douglas: “A real stand off situation going on here. Robin might have won the match, but we are seeing a war beginning between Hurse, the man she is with, and Killjoy, the man she once loved.”

Billy Mayne: “Oh the drama! How I love it!”


BATTLE SCARS


A loud series of cheers comes from the fans, many overly excited to behold the image of Jon Rich, even as he grinds his teeth and struggles through his pain. A bag of ice is held delicately to his hand which seems to be swelled twice it’s normal size after that heinous attack by Jackson Adams earlier in the evening. A shadows passing back and forth over top of him is revealed to belong to Roxas Knoxx who is shaking her head while bitting nervously at her nails. There seems to be actual concern in her eyes while marching back and forth through the trainer’s room, her impatient pacing causing Jon to become more irritated.

Roxas: You see, this is exactly why you should have let me come out there with you. I could of helped, I could of done something to keep that bastard Adams from smashing your hand.

Rich nods while pressing the bag of ice to his hand even further, opting to agree instead of argue.

Rich: Yeah, your right, but I still thank you for letting me do this on my own. I had to face him with no help, no assistance...

Roxas: And a lot of good it did for you.

A slight chuckle escapes Rich, who shakes his head while lowering it, for a second blocking out the pain in his hand. Roxas steps towards him, bending over slightly to see into his lowered eyes.

Roxas: Why can’t you just be honest with me and tell the truth? The whole reason you made a fuss about going out there on your own is because you didn’t want any harm to come to me. But you got to remember, I’m paid to have harm come my way. My ribs are still taped up even, and I’ll have even more battle scars after I face Chapel tonight...

Jon: Exactly, and that son of a bitch Jackson Adams would have targeted your battered ribs, he would have found someway to perhaps permanently injure you.

For once Roxas actually finds herself laughing, although it hurts her ribs to do so.

Roxas: Let him try, I think I’ve proven I can protect myself.

Rich: Well I just couldn’t live with myself if I caused something bad to happen to you.

Knoxx is almost floored by this comment, her eyes racing back and forth while pulling her head back into her shoulders. This revelation fills her with a mixture of emotions, and a whole hell of a lot of confusion. Rich cringes a bit, wishing he hadn’t just said that. He tries to follow it with a cover up statement.

Jon: Because you know, we’re such good friends and everything.

The thin strip of hair over Roxas’ bewildered eyes arches upward.

Knoxx: Yeeeaaaahhh, friends.

Rich forms an uneasy smile, the muscles in his cheeks twitching while he does so. Of course Roxas picks up on this wavering of his otherwise stoic features before quickly trying to change the subject.

Roxas: I wonder what is taking so damn long with the medic, I wish they would finish up on that whiner over there.

The camera pulls back and then switches to observe Aurora Rose strolling back and forth in front of Seth Owens, who’s arm is being looked at by an EMT. Much like Roxas, Rose appears flabbergasted and outraged over what happened to Seth earlier in the night. She clearly desires revenge while Seth cringes as his arm is turned by the EMT, looking for signs of a severe injury.

Seth: Is all of this really necessary? I feel fine...

Aurora rolls her eyes then steps towards Seth before flicking him in the shoulder of his injured arm.

Owens: Yesch...

Every muscle in Owens’ face tightens up while arching his back, reaching for his arm but the EMT keeps a hold of it.

Rose: It looks pretty necessary to me, now calm down and let the doctor do his work.

The EMT nods in agreement while reaching into his bag, removing a sling which he puts on the cot beside Owens. Although Aurora is now giving him a calming, soothing stare nothing seems to settle the enraged nerves of Owens.

Seth: How can I possibly be calm after what that son of a bitch did to me earlier tonight? If he hadn’t left the arena already, injured arm or no injured arm I would beat his head into the pavement until there was nothing left of his face but blood and bone.

Aurora: I’m right there with you honey. Believe me, I’d do the same thing to him. But tonight, I’ll just be concentrating my frustrations on that over opinionated asshole Desolation, until we get our hands on Pat Evans.

Seth nods his head begrudgingly, still thinking about how satisfying it would be to unleash his fury onto the man who blindsided him from behind and almost broke his arm.

Owens: If I can’t get my hands on Evans, I tell you who else I’d really like to beat to within an inch of their life, that son of a bitch who keeps calling you.

The mere mention of the stalkerish phone calls she’s been receiving greatly concerns Aurora, yet she doesn’t display as much for Seth to see, trying to shroud her emotions.

Aurora: I know, sweety, but don’t worry about that right now, just concentrate on healing up your arm.

Seth: I wish I could, but the mere thought of that bastard saying those things to you on the phone, just makes me angrier than what Evans did to me earlier.

Rose: We’ll take care of it another time, just try to keep calm right now.

Aurora slips her hand into Owens’ hair, brushing it behind his ear while he takes deep, uneasy breaths. Her touch seems to relax him though, only if just a little. Long enough at least for the EMT to begin wrapping tape around the bruised portion of his arm.

Roxas: Hey, can you hurry it up over there already, we’ve got a real injury over here that needs to be dealt with.

Fire almost conjures up within Rose’s eyes, turning them towards Roxas Knoxx who is a few feet away, still standing over Rich. Jon has his face buried in the palm of his hand while both Knoxx and Aurora are giving each other the look of death.

Aurora: Like I’m sure you’ve been told at several rest stops, by several horny truckers, wait your turn and you’ll get yours when you get it.

Knoxx: Excuse me!?!

It took that little to set Roxas off, immediately stepping towards Rose who stands up straight and meets her half way. Both women are eye to eye, infuriated with one another, as this issue between them has been building for many weeks.

Roxas: I know your not trying to insinuate that I’m a whore. It be rather hypocritical of someone who use to spread her legs for a living to say that someone else puts out a lot. Hell, that’s probably still how you make your extra income.

Aurora: Listen here, bitch, I’ve never been a hooker, and if you aren’t then you sure do a hell of a job dressing like one. Now get back to tending to that little paper champion of yours with his tiny boo boo.

Knoxx blinks her eyes, her mouth hanging open with shock over what Rose just said. After briefly examining her own clothing she responds.

Roxas: I dress like a hooker? This coming from a woman who’s never worn panties a day in her life? Tell that EMT he needs to stop cradling that belly acher of a boyfriend of yours and send him over to a real man who has a real injury. And thensit your trampish ass down on that doctor’s lap to pay Seth’s medical bill before watching me win the Livewire title tonight.

Aurora: Ha, fat chance of that happening, and believe me Roxas, you know something about being fat. The fact of the matter is, your not Livewire title material, hell, you don’t deserve any titles. Unlike me, a person who is about to go out and beat a former World Champion tonight. The only reason you even got your title match was because your well adapt at lying on your back. You don’t deserve that title shot. I know it, you know it, hell, even that guy who won’t touch you out of fear of not knowing where you’ve been, Jon Rich, knows it.

As soon as the sentence is finished Roxas hauls off and slaps Aurora across the face. Rose is staggered before she scrams and charges forward, burying her shoulder into Knoxx’s gut, pushing her back first against Jon Rich and the cot he was seated on. Jon clears out of the way as both women roll across the cot, punching and scratching at one another. The fans inside the arena are going nuts while Jon steps forward, wrapping his arms around Aurora’s waist, trying to pull her away from Knoxx.

Jon: Get the fuck off of her...

Seth: Don’t put your hands on her you pervert!

Even though Rich was trying to separate the two and play mediator, he now finds himself the recipient of a punch to the face, Seth flying across the room almost to get his hands on him. Absolute chaos has broken out in the trainer’s office, Rich and Seth throwing punches at one another and grimacing from their injuries while Aurora and Roxas are cutting and jabbing one another as well. The EMT is shouting, pleading for help.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



A HEARTFELT APOLOGY



The show returns live to the ring with the sound of Tyranny of Normality by Pappa Roach playing in the background, but slowly fading away, as Simon Cagero stands in the middle of the ring. It’s obvious that he’s growing impatient, having made his entrance during the commercial break, standing in the ring now dressed for combat but holding a microphone. His thin frame is located beside a steel chair that is sat up in the middle of the squared circle. Before the announcers can even welcome the viewing audience back, Simon lifts the microphone to his lips.

Simon: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m going to ask you all nicely to please shut your fucking mouths, assuming that’s capable with all the artery clogging food your shoving down them right now.

A loud reaction of boos flood from the fans while Simon puts his palm out, calling for them all to be quiet.

Dan: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, and as you can see our favorite creator controversy is in the ring.

Mayne: I knew you’d come around eventually.

Douglas: I was being sarcastic. Actually, I’d much rather watch that fight between Aurora Rose and Roxas Knoxx that was just happening backstage.

The crowd is still expressing their disgust with Cagero while he lifts his watch wrapped around his wrist, tapping it with his finger then insinuating he has all the time in the world. Finally they quiet down enough for him to continue.

Simon: Like I was saying, before you all proved me wrong by actually showing that you have the ability to speak instead of communicating through a series of clicks and whistles, I’m out here to settle a bit of a dispute that arose last week. I want to put aside all that fucking animosity between myself and Too Magnificent. Animosity that I had no intention of creating when I came to the ring last week and tried to help an old friend out by simply making his show different, you know, watchable. But apparently some people are a bit put off by my personality, go figure. It was all a simple misunderstanding that occurred between myself and Mr. Magnificent last week, which I now come out here to apologize for.

Some of the fans gasp in shock.

Dan: Are you serious? Simon Cagero apologizing for his behavior? I never would have imagined that this was possible in a million years.

Mayne: Maybe he’s turning over a new leaf. A pot leaf! Hahaha, get it, get it, how I changed up the meaning there?

Dan: Yes Billy, I get it, and it’s still corny.

Instead of having that crude, condescending stare, Simon appears down to earth for a change, respectful almost while staring towards the curtains.

Cagero: So I’m going to ask one of my oldest, dearest friends to please come out here, and I’d like you fans to show him the reaction he deserves. Too Magnificent, please come to this ring so I can apologize for our mis-communications last week, face to face.

Simon steps back, still staring up the ramp with a very sincere expression. There seems to be a bit of sadness in his eyes almost, as if depressed by the thought that he upset Too Magnificent last week.

Dan: Well, is Too Magnificent actually going to come out here and accept this apology....?

”Animal I Have Become” by Three Days Grace hits the PA system and causes the crowd to react with a mixture of boos and cheers. Surprisingly, Too Magnificent seems to have quite the cult following, which responds with an even louder ovation as he strolls through the curtains. The big Alpha Gen member stops on the stage as a shower of golden pyrotechnics goes off over top of him, falling from the bottom of the big screen to his shoulders. Simon is clapping in the ring as Too Magnificent makes his way down the steel black ramp rather slowly, appraising his surroundings, ensuring no one is laying in wait to attack him. He now reaches the ring, pulling himself up with the use of the ropes onto the apron then slipping through the cables inside. Cagero backs up, still clapping, giving Too Mag a standing ovation.

Mayne: Too Magnificent is here, and by just looking at his expression I can tell this was a bad idea on Cagero’s part already.

Dan: Indeed, Too Magnificent doesn’t look like he’s going to be very tolerant, or forgiving, especially with the way his show was turned into a spectacle last week by Cagero.

Too Magnificent is staring at Simon with snarling nostrils and demented eyes. His fists are clinched, ready to unload on him at a second’s notice, which would explain why Cagero is standing a few feet away, behind the chair set up in the ring in fact. Kaily Wolf enters the ring and hands Too Magnificent a microphone, which he quickly grabs before shoving her aside, all the while not even taking his eyes off of the still sad looking Simon.

Simon: Too Mag, buddy, my oldest fucking friend in the world, I just want to thank you for coming out here and granting me the chance to make up for what I did last week.

Too Mag cuts him off abruptly with deep seated anger clear in his raspy voice.

Too Magnificent: Cut the crap Cagero! I know you didn’t call me out here to apologize. I know how utterly full of shit you are!

The insinuation seems to offend and surprise Cagero, who places his palm to his chest just over his heart while mouth gawks.

Too Mag: The only reason I came out here, was not to listen to you run your mouth, but to kick your ass from one end of the ring, to the other, regardless of rather we’re friends or not!

A loud ovation is heard from the fans while Simon lifts his finger to his lips, calling for them to shut up.

Too Magnificent: But since our friendship does go back a long ways, I’ll play along, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt right now. Nothing you say will be enough to save your ass though.

More cheers are heard, the fans definitely enjoying the prospect of Cagero getting his ass kicked tonight. Simon forces a grin while stepping around the chair, towards Too Magnificent, his head lowered.

Cagero: Too Mag, you’ve completely misjudged me just like all these people out here. No, no, by comparing you to the fans I’m not insinuating that you have no highschool education, I’m merely saying you read me all wrong. Which is exactly what you did last week. I thought I was actually helping you by coming out on the Golden Ballroom, by bringing out some interesting guests. I didn’t think you’d be offended by it, I thought you’d love it. I thought at least you, of all people would understand what must see TV is really all about. I wasn’t trying to hurt you Too Magnificent, no, I was trying to help my good friend by boosting your ratings.

There looks to be tears in Cagero’s eyes as he looks up into the face of Too Magnificent, who is still judging Simon with great speculation.

Simon: But the thought of me hurting you, is unbearable. I mean your like a brother to me man. We’re so close we can shower together without it making me question my sexuality. So if I hurt your feelings, if I offended you in anyway, and I’m not just saying this to save my ass tonight, since I know we’re wrestling each other in a few moments, then I apologize. From the bottom of my mother fucking heart, I’m sorry, Maggie.

There is clear emotion in Cagero’s voice, more heartfelt emotion than ever seen from him before. It leaves Too Magnificent befuddled, not as staunch in his conviction to brutalize his old friend for his behavior last week. Instead he steps back, rubbing his jaw, contemplating what his response will be. Before finally he steps forward, lifting the microphone to his lips.

Too Magnificent: Simon, I don’t know rather I can trust you or not, but based on our history, I accept your apology.

Many fans boo this announcement while others cheer loudly, Simon smiling, but still doing so sadly.

Mayne: Don’t you wish they could just capture this moment and put it in a Hallmark card?

Douglas: Regardless of his actions these past few months, you got to hand it to Too Magnificent to accept Simon’s apology.

Cagero even goes as far as to extend his hand outward in the direction of Too Magnificent now, the big man staring down into the palm of his age old friend. His homicidal glare turns to a peaceful one now as he takes Cagero’s hand in his own, shaking it to a mixed response from the crowd. Simon then lifts the microphone to his lips once more.

Cagero: But wait Too Magnificent, there’s more pal. Because to truly make it up to you, I’ve flown in someone who really wants to meet you. A sexy enchantress who really knows how to work a man over with the art of the dance. And knowing how much you love strippers Too Magnificent, I’ve brought them right here tonight to give you an oh so sexy lap dance right in the middle of this ring.

A slight smirk comes to Too Magnificent’s face, nodding his head slowly while Cagero motions towards the chair in the middle of the ring.

Mayne: Strippers, yes, yes. Where’s my wallet, where’s my dollar bill with the fishing line on it so I can pull it back out of her G-string then use it again later?

Dan: Calm down Billy, calm down. I’ve never seen a man get so excited at the mere mention of a stripper.

Mayne: Then just wait till she gets out here, this whole table will be elevated three to five inches.

Although they were jumping all over his case a few moments ago, the fans are actually cheering now, enjoying the idea of seeing a stripper live here tonight. Simon keeps motioning towards the chair.

Simon: So Too Mag, please take your throne, and let me bring out your harem.

Too Magnificent cannot help but to smile, he can’t even remove the grin from his face if he tried. It appears that he’s absolutely giddy with excitement as he slips into the chair set up for him in the middle of the ring. Simon enjoys the sight of Too Mag’s happiness before he gestures with his open hand towards the curtains, drawing his associates attention to them.

Cagero: Before we begin though, to help enhance the mood here, Too Mag, I’m going to have to ask you to put on this blindfold.

The Alpha Generation member’s eyebrow raises while glaring at Simon who removes a blindfold from his pants, extending it out towards him.

Simon: Oh come on man, trust me, it’s worth the mystique. You’ll thank me later.

Still unsure Too Magnificent takes the blindfold out of Cagero’s hand. He doesn’t know why he’s trusting him, but he just does as he puts the blindfold around his eyes, tying it behind the back of his head.

Simon: Alright then, in the words of a man who should have died like forty years ago, come on down!

The eagerness on Too Mag’s part is almost undescribable, too hard to put into words. He rubs his hands together, scooting back and forth in his chair, ready to get some action. There are goosebumps on his arms formed from his pumping adrenaline. Through the curtains emerges a sight no one was expecting though, it’s Banjo Pickin Ron, strumming out the best exotic dance tune he can on his banjo. Too Magnificent tilts his head, trying to see through the blindfold, but he obviously can’t. That’s when a rotund figure slips into the ring behind him. The crowd is shocked to see the glutenous Bob standing up behind him, dressed in a Catholic school girl skirt and a white shirt tied up in between his breasts. He tries to walk in high heels but has trouble doing so, with a large ham held in his palms. The heels almost break as he moves towards Too Magnificent, taking a huge bite of the ham. Cagero is standing back with his spine pressed to one of the corners, nodding and grinning widely.

Dan: Oh no, oh God no! Anything but this. Don’t tell me Bob is going to come out here and strip for Too Magnificent!

Mayne: Nooooo!! Oh well, at least I found my dollar.

The crowd is already disgusted, many laughing though as Bob steps around in front of Too Magnificent, Ron entering the ring, still playing the most sexually explicit tune he can muster. Bob begins to shake his hips side to side while stepping over Too Magnificent’s legs. He tries to bend over backwards while straddling Too Magnificent, juice from the ham falling from the side of his mouth while he takes a huge bite from it. Too Magnificent grins as Bob’s fat gut begins to rub against his face, obviously none the wiser as to what’s going on. Bob then turns, hiking up his skirt to show off his gigantic rear end, which resembles a walrus flossing. He shoots his ass into the air right in front of Too Magnificent’s face, shaking it back and forth. Too Magnificent smirks then sniffs the air before his face contorts, as if he just smelt something absolutely disgusting. Bob turns around and begins to remove the shirt stretched around his upper body while the fans are screaming loudly with delight as well as disgust. Many of them are covering their mouths as Bob now rips his shirt off, revealing spinning tassels placed over his nips. He begins to turn his body to make them spin around in circles while turning towards Too Magnificent, taking another huge bite from the ham. Juice spills from both the ham and his mouth, leaking down onto Too Magnificent with the crowd vocalizing their disgust.

Dan: I didn’t think anything could be worse than last week, but this has to be.

Mayne: Cagero is a sick human being, how could he do this to one of his good friends?

Ham juice rolls down Bob’s gut and falls onto Too Magnificent’s sternum. Bob then leans in, rubbing the juice on Too Magnificent who is laughing, bobbing his head to the music. Simon is almost falling to the canvas while laughing at this scene, tears rolling down his cheeks. Bob now reaches down, tearing off his skirt to reveal his naked lower body. However the fold of fat hanging down off his gut covers his penis while he swings his hips around in a circular gyration.

Mayne: I think I just threw up in my mouth.

Douglas: God no, I thought it couldn’t get any worse!

Cagero leans against the corner for support before lifting the microphone to his lips.

Cagero: Okay, take off the blindfold and meet your enchantress!

Too Mag slaps his hands together and reaches for his blindfold, removing it, allowing his eyes to behold the site of Bob’s giant ass shaking right in front of his face. His features turn green, as if he’s about to vomit, while Bob spins around, bending down, twirling his nipple tassels. An irate Too Magnificent stands up, grabbing the chair out from under him then lifting it into the air, slamming it violently over Bob’s head. The chair almost cracks as Bob is knocked onto his back, the ham flying through the air. Simon watches on still laughing before Too Mag turns his attention towards him. Before he can get his hands on him though, Cagero dives through the ropes to the outside of the ring, backing up with a chuckle. Ron also leaves the ring quickly. Too Magnificent tires to go after Cagero with a crazed look in his eyes before Ryan Mills and Zack Nolan slide into the squared circle, stopping him. They had rushed from the back, grabbing him by the arms, holding him in reverse while begging him to save it for the impending match. A battered Bob rolls across the ring before spilling to the outside mats where security is quick to come to his assistance. All the while Simon just glares into the squared circle, smirking while making his way around to the end of the ramp.


THE ALPHA GENERATION VS. ORLANDO CRUZE & SIMON CAGERO & JOHN TORRETTO


Mills and Nolan are still trying to calm an outraged Too Mag down while he wipes the ham juice from his frame. Outside the ring Cagero is pointing at him then to the point, insisting that he’s going to have some back up in just a few moments. The deliberate opening riffs of "Hell is High" begin to play through the arena. Through the smoke on stage comes a leggy brunette. She walks about half way to the ring, then with the crescendo in the music, she turns pointing back to the entrance, where John Torretto appears through the smoke. He walks quite deliberately to the ring, Helaina wrapping her arms around him as he passes her. Helaina enters the ring between the middle and bottom ropes, and John rolls underneath the bottom rope. He then stands center ring and strikes a crucifix pose, as Helaina runs her hand down his chest, looking at him lustfuly. Simon steps onto the apron behind him, glaring at Torretto’s back with a roll of his eyes and a scowl. The Alpha Generation is being held back by the official, who is insisting that they remain at bay before this match commences. Helania turns at John’s behest, insisting that she go to the back for her own safety. Helania nods then slips through the ropes in front of Cagero who smirks downward at her posterior. Helania looks over her shoulder at him then shakes her head before dropping to the mats, marching up the ramp.

Douglas: John Torretto out here but sending the only part about his persona I like to the backstage area. I guess this six man tag team match is about to get underway.

Mayne: And it should, especially with Too Magnificent all fired up after what just happened. That ham juice, that fat oily body, those nipple tassels, yuck! It’s enough to give someone nightmares.

Simon twiddles his fingers in the direction of Helania who is walking up the ramp before Torretto gives him a slight shove to the shoulder. A smirking Cagero turns towards him while Torretto demands he keep his eyes off his woman. You Know My Name by Chris Cornell hits over the PA system as the lights dim and 'Cruze' flashes rapidly on the video screen. Down either side of the rampway white strobe lights flicker as Orlando strides through the curtain and to the top of the ramp. He looks one way and then the other before walking down the rampway and to the ring, each strobe light extinguishing, and the arena lights getting bright with every step. As he reaches the bottom he slides under the bottom rope and stands, glaring straight across the ring at the Alpha Generation who are pointing, shouting threats in his direction. Orlando then turns, glaring at Torretto who is pointing between himself, Cruze, and Cagero, insisting that he’s the leader of this group.

Douglas: Definitely a turbulent team assembled here to take on the Alpha Generation.

Mayne: A team destined for self destruction.

Dan: Well, hopefully AWOL’s plan works out and these three can put their differences aside long enough to put out this Alpha Gen combination.

Inside the ring Ryan Mills, Zack Nolan and Too Magnificent are all discussing strategy, actually bickering amongst themselves over who will start the match. On the other side of the ring the same commotion is going on between Cruze and Cagero, surprisingly Torretto just stands on the apron, not even interested in starting this match out. Finally Orlando just gives up on trying to convince Cagero to let him start, slipping through the ropes onto the apron, leaving Simon in the ring. Cagero begins to limber up while Ryan and Nolan finally agree to allow Too Magnificent to start the match for their team. They both exit the ring while Too Mag glares across the squared circle straight at Cagero, relishing in the opportunity to get his hands on the creator of controversy. A smirk comes to Cagero’s face now at the sight of Too Mag, beginning to step forward, shouting things to rile him up then turning and slapping Orlando’s chest, tagging out. The crowd screams with anger while Orlando eyes Cagero speculatively, shaking his head in disgust before starting to enter. Before he can Too Mag steps in, grabbing Simon around the back of the head, throwing him over the ropes to the inside. Cagero flips over, crashing into the canvas across his back before rolling to his knees with a shocked expression on his face. As soon as he gets up Too Mag rushes in, leveling him with a back elbow straight to the face. The impact knocks Simon back down to the canvas, Too Mag deeply enjoying getting his hands on Cagero. That’s before he’s grabbed by the shoulder and spun around, receiving right hands to the jaw from Orlando Cruze.

Douglas: And just like that this blockbuster six man tag officially getting started!

Mayne: An interesting way for things to begin, Too Mag going after Cagero and surprisingly turning his back to Orlando completely.

Dan: And believe me, the worse position in the world is when your back is turned to face Orlando.

Too Magnificent is struck against the jaw again with a hard strike from the Icon before Cruze reaches out with his arms. He locks up with Too Magnificent, both men jockeying for positioning now with the collar elbow tie. They push themselves around in circles while Simon rolls to the outside of the ring, rubbing his jaw in the process. Too Mag swings around out of the collar elbow straight into a front gantry on the Icon, applying the submission tightly. Cruze reaches out with his leg though, placing it around behind Too Mag’s then pushing forward with his upper body, connecting with a back heel trip. This sends Too Magnificent crashing to the canvas across his back before Orlando drops down beside him, wrapping his arm around his neck, applying a version of the side headlock. Too Magnificent scoots across his back, plucking his head free from the arms of Cruze and turning to face the side of his body. He grabs Cruze’s arm in the process and folds it around behind his back, locking him in the hammerlock, pushing him down to his chest and stomach. The aggressive Magnificent puts his knees on both sides of the Icon’s head, bent over his upper back to keep the hammerlock applied. However, Orlando doesn’t stay down for long, pushing himself to his knees then switching around out of the hammerlock, turning to face Too Magnificent while grabbing him around the neck. He applies a front gantry of his own now to several claps from the crowd. However, the increasingly agitated Too Magnificent forces himself off his knees and to his feet with Cruze standing before him, still doubling him over with the gantry. The intense Alpha Gen member shoves him off the front gantry though, sending Cruze back first into the ropes, bouncing off and coming back in right into a shoulder tackle from the massive Too Magnificent. The collision sends Cruze crashing hard back first into the canvas with Too Magnificent bending down beside him, blowing snot from his nostril straight into the face of the Icon.

The crowd boos the sight of this furiously before Too Magnificent turns, charging across the ring into the ropes at the downed Orlando’s side. He bounces off the ropes, coming back in at Cruze who rolls towards him, causing Too Magnificent to jump him then rush into the ropes on the opposite side. He bounces off, coming back in when Orlando gets to his feet and jumps into the air quickly, connecting with a hard back heel kick right to Too Magnificent’s face, using a very surprisingly aerial move to take down his larger opponent. Too Magnificent is launched off his feet and down to the canvas across his back, sitting up while rubbing at his jaw. A crazed glint sets into his eyes though while rushing to his feet. He gets to a standing base when Orlando charges in only for Too Magnificent to go for a lariat, the Icon ducking it though, rushing into the ropes behind him. Too Magnificent spins around to face Cruze as he bounces off the ropes, throwing a boot directly at his face. The Icon ducks it again though, Too Mag spinning to face him when Orlando rushes in, dropping down and grabbing him around the ankle. He pulls the legs out from under Too Magnificent while sliding under the cables knees first onto the apron, then standing up quickly. Cruze grabs the top rope as Too Magnificent rolls onto his back, Orlando pulling himself over into a corkscrew crossbody right on top of the big man. The fans clap loudly.

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Too Magnificent kicks out, shooting his shoulder from the canvas while turning away from Orlando. Instead of the look of dementia that usually settles into his features he appears relatively dazed, somewhat confused in fact. Cruze is right on him, grabbing him around the neck, rolling him to his knees then dragging him to his feet before snapping over backwards into the vertical suplex. Too Mag arches his spine from the canvas while Cruze gets to his feet and stares at Torretto who condescendingly has his hand extended into the ring, demanding a tag. For the sake of keeping the team stable, Orlando steps towards Torretto, slapping his hand, tagging him into the match. Cruze then turns to face Too Magnificent before charging in, dropping down with an elbow directly into his sternum while Torretto steps onto the middle cable of the turnbuckle. He then dives off, soaring forward with his own elbow drop directly into Too Mag’s chest as well. John rolls to his knees before pointing at Orlando, then himself.

Torretto: That’s how you hit a fucking elbow drop!

Orlando grins smugly before bending forward, extending his middle finger out in front of John’s face to cheers from the crowd. A slight chuckle from Torretto as a result.

Douglas: Orlando showing that he won’t be intimidating by this brash John Torretto.

Mayne: Flipping the bird doesn’t exactly show that your not intimidated. It’s the mere lift of a single finger for crying out loud.

In the middle of this bickering Too Magnificent has risen to his hands and knees, trying to get to his feet. Cruze vacates the ring while Torretto steps towards his arch rival, stomping him to the back of the head. He then clubs him hard over the back and places him in a front gantry. While dragging him to his feet Too Mag lobs a knee into John’s gut though, doubling him over then steps to his side before delivering a hard pumpkick directly to the side of his face. John is sent through a spin before landing on his knees, his eyes rolling to the back of his head while Too Mag steps towards Nolan, tagging him in. Zack makes a brief prayer before entering the ring, stepping straight towards Torretto who is trying to get up. With a clinched fist he jabs Torretto to the jaw, then does it once again, the strikes stiff enough to send spit flying from John’s mouth. He then grabs Torretto by the hair, dragging him to his feet and burying his shoulder into his gut before charging him backwards into the turnbuckle, ramming him hard spine first against it. The impact drives the air out of Torretto’s lungs before the relative newcomer Nolan begins to stomp him repeatedly to the mid-section, trying to work over his ribs as much as possible. He then steps to his side, chopping him hard to the sternum, almost taking Torretto off of his feet and down to his seat.

Zack then knees John to the gut several times before grabbing him by the wrist, whipping him across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle. John charges into it with Nolan rushing after him, catching tremendous speed before Torretto jumps onto the second rope of the corner and springs off with a huge back elbow straight to Zack’s sternum. Nolan is taken down hard to the canvas, rolling across it while Torretto does the same, both men quickly getting to their feet. Right as Nolan does though Torretto takes him down with a big lariat, then turns, bending forward, urging Nolan to stand up. He is really baking, or cooking, or something like that, demanding that Nolan get up before he rushes straight at him while he is bent forward. Nolan stands up though, catching Torretto by the leg, hoisting him into the air then falling back with a huge flapjack. John is planted hard into the canvas across his chest and stomach while Nolan gets to his feet, quickly approaching his corner, where he tags in an eager Ryan Mills. The Lionheart enters the ring then rushes across it, jumping high into the air, extending his knee outward before dropping it down directly into the back of Torretto’s neck. John flops on the canvas several times after the impact, reaching for his aching neck while Ryan ducks his head, rolling across the canvas after hitting the knee drop. He jumps out of the roll landing on the second rope and springing off, turning in mid-air while extending his leg, connecting with a springboard leg drop to the back of Torretto’s head.

Billy: What graceful agility by Ryan Mills with that huge springboard leg drop!

Dan: That was a graceful move indeed from Ryan Mills.

The Alpha Generation member rises quickly to his feet, grabbing Torretto by the head, dragging him up with him. He then peppers him to the jaw with a hard right hand then turns, grabbing him around the neck, snapmaring him over onto the canvas across his seat. While he is sitting on the ring Ryan approaches Too Mag, tagging the monster into the ring now. The sadistic, brazen glare in his eye tells the story as Too Mag steps over the ropes and right behind the seated Torretto, stepping forward with a hard kick straight to his upper back. The strike causes John to grind his teeth and dig his nails into the palms of his hands. Simon is trying to hide the smirk that is coming to his face at the sight of Torretto’s misfortune while Cruze shouts at him to keep his head in the match, to be a team player. Cagero points threateningly back at him, shouting as well while Too Magnificent grabs John around the jaw, rolling him to his knees. He then pulls him to his feet before connecting with a hard European Uppercut that knocks him backwards into the cables. John falls against them for support while Too Mag steps in, grabbing him by the jaw, pushing his head backwards over the ropes to expose his chest then slapping his sternum hard with an open hand chop. Torretto is doubled over, covering his sternum with both arms before Too Magnificent steps back then charges in with a hard boot to the side of John’s head. The impact knocks Torretto through the ropes onto his back across the apron before Too Magnificent begins to back up with a malicious expression on his face. He diverts his attention towards Cagero only for a second, Simon pointing at Torretto, demanding he take his frustrations out on him instead. Just then Nolan slaps Too Mag’s shoulder, reaching over the cables in order to do so. An angered Too Mag turns to face Nolan who enters, demanding time to prove himself before turning towards Torretto who is slowly getting to his feet on the apron. John shakes his head, trying to regain his senses before Nolan reaches over the cables, grabbing him by the hair. He drags him up to a standing base while throwing repeated forearm strikes into the side of his face and then coming down with elbow blows directly to the top of his head. John is almost taken down to the outside mats before Zack places him in a front gantry, hoisting him into the air for the vertical suplex. However, John slips over his shoulder and slides down Nolan’s back, wrapping his arms around his waist then rolling him up in reverse with a sunset flip.

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Nolan slams both his knees into opposite sides of Torretto’s head then rolls over backwards, immediately grabbing John by the legs. He lifts them into the air, trying to turn Torretto over into some type of quick submission hold, however John is fighting him. With all the energy Torretto can exert he’s forcing himself in the opposite direction that Nolan is trying to drag him over into. John finally pries his legs free and buries his feet to Nolan’s mid-section, shoving him off backwards with great force. Zack flips over in reverse, crashing onto his spine then rolling to his knees, trying to stand up quickly but having trouble doing so. In the meanwhile Torretto has gotten up, briefly extending his hand towards Cagero who has both his palms interlocked behind his back, shaking his head. John smirks slightly before turning and charging at Nolan instead, who bends forward, catching Torretto against his shoulders. He stands up, holding John in a fireman’s carry position, perhaps looking for a death valley driver. Before he can connect though, Torretto slips off Nolan’s shoulders while reaching out with his hands, digging his fingers into Zack’s eyeballs. Nolan is yelling in pain before Torretto falls to his feet behind him, bending forward, placing his shoulder to his spine then hoisting him into the air. With all his strength Torretto forces Nolan up onto his shoulder before connecting with a hard back drop suplex. The crowd reacts shockingly with cheers at the sight of this, actually getting behind Torretto in this match, who seems to be the lesser of two evils on this occasion.

Dan: John Torretto has got to put his arrogance aside now and make the tag.

Mayne: If he doesn’t he’s going to be dead meat in there against the Alpha Generation. They’ll be like wolves, or vultures, or hungry lions picking away at him. Give me a second to find a better analogy in this National Geographic magazine.

Douglas: Billy, the only reason you bought that was because of the naked Amazonian women on the cover.

Mayne: She’s not completely naked, her vagina is covered by a piece of grass.

That last big move by Torretto seems to have taken a lot out of him as he pushes himself to a crawling base, eyeing the corner where Cruze is eager for a tag. Cagero watches on apathetically, yawning throughout the process while Orlando is actually sticking his hand out, rather anxious for a tag into this fast paced 6 man tag team match. He seems anxious to get his hands on the Alpha Generation, the group that has constantly been a thorn in his side for almost a year now, even willing to put his personal animosity with Torretto aside to do so. John seems to be thinking on the same wavelength, slowly pulling himself towards his corner, towards Cruze who is desperate for the tag, really wanting to get in there. With an extension of his fingers, Torretto finds himself mere inches from tagging in Orlando before turning, diving at Cagero while slapping him on the sternum. Simon’s eyes open widely with anger while he glares down at Torretto, insisting that he didn’t want to be tagged in. Yet John doesn’t seem to care, rolling under the ropes to the outside while Cagero turns towards Nolan who is standing up in the ring. Capitalizing on this opportunity, Simon springs to the top rope and then flies off, soaring through the air with a huge lariat to Nolan’s throat. The impact knocks Zack down hard to the canvas, sending him rolling across the ring afterwards. Simon stands up before turning towards Mills who has grabbed the top rope, flipping up and over it so that his legs land on top of Cagero’s shoulders. He is going for a huge head scissors but Simon turns and drops down into a sit out powerbomb, driving the body of Mills hard into the ring. The Lionheart arches his spine from the canvas while Cagero rolls away from him to a kneeling base, getting up quickly. He stands just in time to catch Nolan rushing in with a hard spinning heel kick directly to his face. Zack is knocked down to the canvas before Simon turns towards Too Magnificent who comes rushing into the ring with a great burst of speed. He appears ready to take Simon’s head off with a lariat before Cagero catches him with a drop toe hold, planting Magnificent hard face first into the canvas. He then stands up, locking both of Too Magnificent’s legs around one another then bridging over backwards, wrapping his hands around his jaw. The crowd reacts with cheers at the sight of the inverted, bridging STF, beautifully applied by Cagero.

Nolan gets up though, spotting this submission, rushing in to break it up before Orlando runs into the ring in front of him, then drops down to his seat, catching Zack by the legs. He drops in reverse, causing Nolan to tumble face first into the canvas with Cruze holding onto the back of both his knees. He now stands up behind Nolan, stepping around his leg and dropping down on top of him, wrapping his arms around his chin, applying the basic but effective STF. Mills scrambles to his feet, holding the back of his neck then stepping towards his downed teammates, attempting to save them. As soon as he reaches down for them though, Torretto rushes up to his side, grabbing his arm, forcing it between his legs while hooking up the other one. John hoists Mills into the air with a pumphandle before releasing him and pushing him around into a huge gutbuster right across his knee. The anguish of the move can be seen depicted on Mills’ face while he drops to his side on the canvas, kicking both of his legs in pain. John steps over Ryan’s legs down, wrapping them around one another in an inverted Indian Death lock before flipping forward, extending his own legs outward, interlocking them about Mills’ neck. He now has a reverse variation of the STF applied. The crowd is standing, really putting their hands together as all three men lock in different STF’s on their opponents.

Douglas: Look at this, the Alpha Generation all trapped in submission holds in the middle of the ring!

Mayne: No, Orlando and Torretto aren’t legal participants, this isn’t fair, somebody get them out of the ring! Do your damn job ref.

The official is begging Torretto and Orlando to break their holds as well as leave the ring, but neither of them are listening. They just continue to inflict pain on their opposition, Orlando wrenching back on the neck of Nolan, while Torretto squeezes his legs about Mills’ throat. Simon is finally the first person to break his hold, releasing Too Mag’s jaw then rolling away from him as the Sadistic mad-man gets to a crawling base. Cagero then jumps over him, hooking his arms around his head and neck, rolling him over onto his back into a mahistrial cradle.

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Too Magnificent kicks out before the three count to the shock of many in the arena. While Orlando and Torretto are both forced to break their submissions as well now instead of being disqualified. The illegal men roll to the outside of the ring while Too Magnificent gets to his feet with Cagero standing up beside him, throwing kicks into the side of his face repeatedly. Simon then approaches his corner and tags in Orlando, surprisingly showing some teamwork for a change in this match. He then approaches Too Magnificent, grabbing him by the jaw, forcing him to his feet before whipping him into the corner. Too Mag turns, hitting it hard back first before Orlando comes rushing in with a lot of momentum, jumping into the air and then hitting him straight to the jaw with a brutal forearm strike. He clears out of the way quickly though as Cagero goes into a cartwheel out of the opposite corner, then does a back flip straight into a huge elbow right to Too Mag’s sternum, the fans screaming loudly. Too Magnificent drops onto his seat, looking dazed by the move while Cagero steps out of the corner then turns to spot Nolan charging back in. But Cagero ducks his attempted lariat, catching him around the neck instead then dropping back into a huge downward spiral that plants Zack hard face first into the canvas. The Alpha Gen member rolls across the ring after hitting it face first then spills under the ropes to the outside, shockingly landing on his feet in the process. Cagero then turns to face Ryan Mills who has rushed into the ring, charging into the cables behind him. He bounces off and comes rushing back in at Simon who turns around, catching him by the back of the head, charging him at the cables and throwing him over to the outside of the ring. Mills is sent into a forward flip before he comes crashing down posterior first into Nolan’s sternum, the fans putting their hands together as both Alpha Generation members crash into the outside mats. Orlando is busy stomping away at Too Magnificent in the corner while the referee demands Simon exit the ring. Finally Cagero nods his head, agreeing to do so before going into a cartwheel across the canvas. As soon as both feet hit the ring he does a double back flip over the top rope, crashing down on top of Ryan Mills and Zack Nolan who had just gotten to their feet outside of it. Everyone in the arena is jumping up and down, screaming with excitement over what they just witnessed.

Douglas: What an aerial move by Simon Cagero! I swear to God I’ve never seen anything like that before!

Mayne: That was insane, more insane than making Galactus a bunch of clouds in the upcoming Fantastic Four film.

The fans are slapping the barricades, still all riled up after what they just witnessed while Too Magnificent tries his best to get to his feet in the corner. However, Orlando keeps slugging him to the jaw over and over again before turning, rushing across the ring into the cables directly opposite of him. He bounces off the ropes, rushing back in then jumping into the air at Too Magnificent, showing remarkable agility as he tries to go for a monkey toss by digging his feet into his gut. However, Too Magnificent wraps his arms around the back of Orlando’s knees then uses his brute strength to throw the Icon up on top of his shoulders. The crowd screams as Too Magnificent rushes across the ring and throws Orlando forward with a powerbomb directly into the diagonal turnbuckle. Cruze bashes off the padding violently, yelling out in tremendous pain, reaching for his back in absolute anguish. Simon is pulling himself up onto the apron beside the pain ridden Cruze before Too Magnificent spots him, charging into the far cables, bouncing off then rushing back in as he sticks his foot out. He lobs a boot right through the cables directly into Cagero’s face, the momentum of the impact sending Simon flying off the apron, crashing back first hard into the steel plates of the barricade. He then tumbles onto his back, kicking both of his legs in pain from the collision while Orlando utilizes the ropes to pull himself to his feet, still reaching for his spine in the process. Too Magnificent backs away from the cables with a foul expression on his face before he turns towards Cruze who comes rushing in with his remaining energy only to be caught with a hard spinning powerslam that drives him violently into the canvas. Too Mag rises to his knees after delivering the move, the crowd groaning at the sound of the collision of his body with the canvas.

The motivated, fuming Magnificent gets to his feet, grabbing Cruze by the ears, pulling him to his seat then rushing into the ropes in front of him. Much like he did to Simon he comes barreling in, sticking his foot out and driving it directly into Cruze’s face. The sound of the kick echoes throughout the arena, causing several fans to cringe over the sheer stiffness of the strike. No matter how much damage he might have done, Too Magnificent grabs Cruze around the head, dragging him to his feet then pulling him towards his corner, Orlando barely able to walk. Zack Nolan and Ryan Mills have both climbed back into their corner as Too Magnificent reaches out, slapping the Lionheart’s hand. Mills graciously agrees to keep pressing the advantage against Orlando, entering the ring and beginning to slug him to the face several times then leading him towards the center of the ring. The Lionheart bends forward, burying his shoulder into Cruze’s spine while pointing straight at Torretto who is standing in his corner, mouthing off to him. Mills now lifts Orlando for a back drop only for him to flip over, floating out of the move right onto his feet, charging backwards into the cables. Ryan turns to face him before charging in, jumping into the air for a forearm strike, but Orlando ducks it causing Mills to hit the top turnbuckle pad sternum first. Cruze rolls across the canvas then dives forward at Torretto, tagging him into the match. John enters the ring quickly before Mills turns around, walking right into a blistering boot strike directly to the jaw. The impact of which turns Ryan inside out, causing him to crash on his chest and stomach across the canvas. Torretto then spins around to face Zack Nolan who enters the ring, rushing forward only to be caught with a huge back drop. Zack flips through the air then slams hard into the ring across his back, arching his spine from the canvas.

Too Magnificent now re-enters the ring, appearing outraged before Torretto turns to face him, clubbing him to the jaw with a forearm strike. Yet the shot only seems to enrage Too Mag, who begins to slap both sides of his face, whipped up into a psychotic fury, yelling at Torretto hit him again. John obliges, connecting with a spinning forearm strike to his jaw now, but Too Magnificent is still not taken down, not even staggered. His eyes become full of even further rage while John turns, rushing into the ropes behind him before dropping down unexpectedly, because Orlando Cruze is now flying through the air, connecting with a missile dropkick directly to Too Mag’s sternum. A loud ovation cuts through the arena as Too Magnificent is taken off of his feet by the collision, driven down hard to the ring. The referee is watching on at his wits end, not even sure who is legal anymore in this contest.

Dan: The Cruze Missile out of nowhere! I’d like to say that this match has broken down Billy, but it really hasn’t, because there was very little control from the get go.

Mayne: Just like the majority of this show, things have been out of control in this huge six man tag team match.

As soon as Orlando gets to his feet Mills steps up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist, going for the German suplex. However, Cruze performs a standing switch, getting behind him with his own waist lock applied before Ryan back elbows him directly to the face. Cruze is staggered as Ryan now rushes into the cables in front of him, bouncing off and coming back in with a roaring elbow before he is caught across the sternum. The fans erupt as Orlando hoists Mills into the air, driving him down to the ring violently with the Rock Bottom. Ryan appears to be completely taken out by the move as Orlando turns, dropping down into the cover on him, hooking his leg quickly. Before he can earn a three count though, without even being the legal man, Nolan steps in, stomping him to the top of the head, ending his attempt to win this match. Although Cruze’s back is hurting him he quickly stands up, throwing a right hand at Nolan who ducks it, switching around behind his opponent. He grabs him by the shoulder, spinning him around then taking him by the wrist, whipping him across the ring into the ropes. Orlando bounces off and comes back in before Zack places his hands to his chest and stomach, throwing him up high into the air but then jumping up, catching him around the neck, pulling him down with a huge ace crusher. Cruze’s face hits hard off the canvas, bouncing back up to his feet from the sheer momentum of the collision before Nolan gets to his feet and charges in, taking him down with a huge gore right to the mid-section. Orlando is almost turned inside out, flipping over backwards, crashing hard into the canvas across the back of his head and shoulders. The crowd cringes at the sight of what they just witnessed while Nolan gets to his feet, roaring towards the rafters, absolutely all fired up now. He turns to face Torretto though, who has re-entered the ring, charging in quickly. But Nolan is ready for him, lobbing a huge lariat at his throat only for John to duck it, rushing into the cables behind him, jumping into the air and landing on the second ropes before springing off. He turns and delivers a vicious buzzsaw like springboard kick directly to Nolan’s face that causes the crowd to again start cheering. Nolan is taken down hard to the canvas, flopping on the ring while holding his face, Torretto rolling across the ring to his hands and knees. While getting to his feet he doesn’t even spot Too Magnificent lying in wait behind him. Instead John is staring at Simon climbing back up onto the apron, who now points over his shoulder. Torretto turns just in time to spot Too Magnificent rushing in with a lariat that almost rips his head off his shoulders. The force of the impact sends Torretto crashing hard into the canvas and causes many of the fans to cup their mouths in shock. Just as Too Magnificent starts to get up he spots Simon standing on the apron, charging at the ropes in front of him before Cagero springs onto them. He then springs off, leap frogging Too Mag in the process and landing on his feet behind the big man, charging into the ropes behind his back. Simon bounces off and comes back in as Too Magnificent turns, rushing in with another huge lariat. But Cagero ducks it, hooking Too Mag’s arm with his own then kicking his legs into the air, extending them over the big man’s back and wrapping them around his other shoulder before falling back into a huge crucifix bomb. Too Magnificent is flipped over backwards, crashing brutally across the back of his head and shoulders, the crowd reacting with shock over what they just witnessed.

Douglas: Action all over the place here!

Mayne: This is like a combination of the destruction derby and the Superbowl. If either one of them were entertaining I mean.

With Too Magnificent lying across his chest and stomach, Simon gets to his feet, pointing straight at the top rope in a very exasperated manner. He then steps over his rival and then moves up the turnbuckle, getting to the top with his back facing Too Mag before Mills rushes in behind him. Ryan jumps onto the perpendicular second rope, springing off then turning in mid-air to dropkick Simon right in the posterior, launching off the corner and sending him crashing sternum first right into the barricade. Many of the fans groan as Cagero tumbles onto his back, kicking both of his legs and wrapping his arms around his sternum, yet he somehow starts to force himself to his feet. He does so just in time to spot Ryan diving through the ropes with a tope con hia suicide dive. Mills’ back strikes Cagero’s sternum, knocking him to the mats while Ryan flips up and over the barricade into the screaming fans.

Mayne: OHHH! Another huge dive. These guys are going to end up killing themselves with the pace that they’ve set here thus far!

Fans: IWC, IWC, IWC!

Almost every fan is standing, screaming with excitement over what they’re witnessing while Too Magnificent starts to get to his feet in the ring. His body is very sluggish, yet he is getting up, just like Orlando and Torretto. Nolan is still having trouble regaining his senses after that stiff kick to the face. John now glares at Cruze while both men are getting to their feet slowly, motioning towards Too Magnificent, devising a gameplan. The Icon nods his head while both men stand and step to opposite sides of Too Mag, clubbing him to the spine simultaneously. John then points at the cables, insisting Cruze get a running start while stepping behind Too Magnificent, beginning to hook his arms to pin them behind his back while stepping behind him. Cruze nods then turns, rushing into the ropes, bouncing off them then coming back in with a burst of speed before Torretto pushes Too Mag down and runs forward with a devastating big boot, the Money! Cruze is knocked through a loop, crashing hard to his back after the stiff impact while Torretto places his hands to his hips, glaring down at him with an arrogant smile on his face. The fans are bombarding him with pure verbal hatred.

Dan: WHAT!?! Torretto just took Cruze out with the Money!

Mayne: I knew it, I knew he was going to do that. Torretto is not a team player.

Everyone in the arena seems disgusted by a sweaty Torretto as he backs slowly away from Cruze who isn’t moving in the ring. John now turns and slips through the ropes onto the apron before giving an up yours gesture to Orlando lying motionless in the ring. He then drops down to the outside mats, backing up the ramp while chuckling to himself hysterically. A cup full of soda strikes him in the side yet he doesn’t care, he just keeps backing up and laughing.

Dan: This is just wrong, this is so wrong! Torretto turns against Cruze then leaves the ring, what a selfish son of a bitch.

Mayne: I bet it had to kill him working with Cruze so long only to eventually lay his ass out. You got to respect that type of sacrifice.

On the outside of the ring Nolan is trying to get to his feet while reaching into his trunks, removing a duster from them with a steel handle. Too Magnificent stands up slowly, glaring downward at Cruze, eyeing him with obvious malicious intentions in store for the battered, barely moving Icon. It’s clear that he should go for the win, having Orlando pinned but instead he stares directly at Cagero pulling himself up onto the apron a sweaty mess. Simon is exhausted before Too Magnificent’s eyes light up, immediately charging at him, leaving the prone Orlando spread across the ring. As he approaches Cagero throws a right hand into his jaw that staggers Too Magnificent before he turns and throws a hard uppercut shot directly into Simon’s jaw. The strike almost sends him off the apron before Too Mag pulls his head into his armpit, grabbing him by the back of the pants then lifting him into the air. He has him up for the suplex only for Cagero to turn, countering in mid-air, spinning away from Too Mag while grabbing him around the neck and dropping down onto the apron. He is setting up for a stunner onto the ropes before Too Magnificent forearms him to the back then staggers in reverse. Simon spins around when Too Magnificent rushes in, diving through the ropes and hitting a spear to Simon’s gut. Both men are launched off the apron and sent crashing into the outside mats. The crowd reacts with a huge response, everyone going nuts over what they just witnessed. Both men are down on the mats, barely moving after that last exchange. Somehow it appears Too Mag’s head took the majority of the bump though on the mats, landing wrong perhaps. Ryan is back to his feet, now as Orlando tries his best to get up, his body aching from head to toe. Mills charges in, throwing a right that connects to Cruze’s jaw, followed by another stiff strike. The impacts almost knock Cruze over before Ryan steps back, running in with a lariat. Cruze ducks it though, Ryan charging into the ropes behind him and then jumping into the air, landing on the second cable. He springs off then turns in mid-air, flying straight at Cruze who catches him across the sternum then hoists him into the air with the Rock Bottom. He is planted hard into the canvas, the crowd reacting with a loud amount of cheers at the sight of this.

Douglas: The Rock Bottom by Orlando Cruze, he’s hit it on Ryan Mills. He’s taken him out completely, and may have the win right here.

Mayne: Hurse and Desolation are going to kill them if they lose this match, Mills had better kick out right now!

The referee slides in, making the count with everyone screaming their heads off, realizing that Cruze may have the victory here.

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Suddenly Cruze is hit to the back of the head with the duster by Nolan, the crowd screaming in outrage as a result. The official gets to his knees, forced to turn and motion for the bell thanks to the use of the weapon.

Dan: Dammit the hell, Nolan just attacked Cruze with the steel handle of a.....duster?

Mayne: The Alpha Generation may be disqualified, but they were not pinned by Cruze, so maybe they won’t be murdered.

Too Magnificent rolls into the ring, stepping towards Cruze and stomping away at him now while Nolan tries to help Mills up to his feet. He then joins in with stomps on the down Icon. Simon has gotten to his feet on the outside, holding his ribs before he steps towards the ring, about to enter but stopping abruptly. The furious Too Magnificent turns towards him, moving in only for Cagero to back up with his palms held outward and a large smile to be plastered on his face. Cagero waves goodbye to Too Magnificent before backing up the ramp. A fan yells at him to help Cruze only for Simon to roll his eyes and keep on walking away. The outraged Too Magnificent bites his lower lip while Mills and Nolan have both gotten their wobbly knees beneath them, proceeding to join in with stomps to the back of Cruze’s head. Orlando tries to protect himself while Too Magnificent finally turns away from a smirking Cagero, moving towards the battered Icon. He starts to stomp away at him as well.

Dan: And now it’s a three on one mugging because Cagero showing his true colors by vacating the ring, leaving Orlando to the vultures.

Mayne: Desolation and Hurse sent the AG out here on a mission and they’re determined to accomplish that mission right now with Orlando’s destruction.

Ryan begins to bark out orders before approaching the corner, slipping through the ropes onto the apron then beginning to scale the turnbuckle. In the meanwhile Too Magnificent drags Cruze up to his feet, pulling his head between his thighs while wrapping his arms around his waist. Right as Ryan gets to the top rope, Too Magnificent hoists Orlando up onto one of his shoulders in a single arm powerbomb position before Mills jumps from the upper cable. He flies through the air, connecting with a double stomp to Orlando’s sternum before Too Magnificent powerbombs him down violently into the canvas, the crowd groaning over the sight of what they just witnessed. Orlando’s body hits the ring hard, arching his spine from the canvas with a very groggy expression on his face while Ryan rolls onto his knees after connecting with the move. He extends his hands out to his sides then motions with his thumbs towards himself, the fans reacting with disgust as a result of this. Nolan is stomping both feet now, waving towards himself, insisting that he get a crack now as Too Magnificent drags Cruze to his feet. The Icon can barely put any pressure on his legs before he is whipped towards Zack who turns, catching him against his shoulders. With all his strength Nolan hoists Orlando into the air and begins to stretch him over his shoulders in the torture rack. The fans are responding with disgust as Nolan continues to stretch out Cruze’s abdomen with the submission hold. He is laughing to himself throughout the process while Too Mag and Mills clap their hands at the sight of this, yelling at Orlando who is shouting in tremendous pain. Suddenly the crowd starts to boo even louder as down the ramp marches none other than Nathan Creed, a very egotistical, arrogant yet somewhat disturbing smile draped over his features. He saunters towards the ring with a steel chair in hand, watching Orlando continuing to be stretched out over Nolan’s shoulders.

Mayne: And things just continue to go from bad to worse for Orlando Cruze. First he’s attacked by John Torretto, then abandoned by Simon Cagero, then assaulted by the Alpha Generation, and now, now Nathan Creed is on his way to the ring.

Douglas: After their earlier spat I can’t imagine that Nathan has good intentions in store for the Icon.

The fans are vocalizing their outrage as Nathan rolls into the ring now, rising to his feet slowly with the chair still tightly clamped in his hands. He leans the chair against his leg and then puts his hands together in a prayer, begging Nolan to put Cruze down so that he can take his head off with the steel chair. Zack glares at him with a twisted smile on his face then looks towards a slightly smirking Too Magnificent and Ryan Mills. Both men nod, agreeing to let Creed have at it with Orlando who is dropped down onto his feet now, Nolan pinning his arms behind his back. Zack has him in a perfectly prone position, a very battered, dazed Cruze unable to defend himself against the impending onslaught. The boos are becoming deafening in the arena while Mills and Mag step to opposite sides of Nathan who lifts the chair into the air, examining his reflection in its steel. He holds it in front of his face then smiles towards both Alpha Gen members at his sides, relishing in this moment, his chance to finally get some revenge on the man who has pestered him endlessly for months. Nathan now turns the chair long ways and steps forward to drive it into Cruze’s exposed ribs before turning and ramming it right against the mid-section of Too Magnificent. The crowd screams at the sight of this before Mills’ eyes widen with shock, rushing forward only for Creed to spin around, bashing the chair brutally over his skull.

Dan: Whoa!

Mayne: Nathan is attacking the Alpha Generation, but why? Why is he doing this? Has he lost his ever loving mind!?!

Dan: I have no idea why he’s attacking the AG!

The insane sound of the thud echoes through the building as Mills crashes onto his back, covering his face with both hands. Nathan then turns, slamming the chair violently against Too Mag’s back while he was still doubled over from the earlier strike to the ribs. The crowd is still going nuts, putting their hands together while Too Magnificent rolls across the ring, holding his spine, shouting in pain. Nolan is watching this in utter disbelief before he throws Orlando down then charges forward at Creed who turns and slings the chair directly into his face. The steel bashes off of Zack’s skull with force, sending the chair flying off through the air and causing Nolan’s eyes to roll to the back of his head. He tumbles over backwards slowly before finally crashing onto his spine, looking out of it, the fans still going nuts. Everyone in the building is still in a state of shock by this while Nathan spins in circles, making sure to keep his eyes in the back of his head for anyone who might be trying to attack him. However, the tired Alpha Gen members roll under the ropes to the outside of the ring, clearing away from a tired Creed, who now finds himself glaring at them as they gather at the end of the ramp. They lean against one another for support, pointing and shouting at Creed in the ring who is making threatening gestures in their direction as well. Finally, after several seconds he turns his attention towards Orlando, who has pushed himself up to his side, glaring at the Future in confusion. Without warning Nathan pounces upon Cruze, grabbing him under the arm and helping him to his feet.

Mayne: No, no, no way!

Douglas: What are we seeing here?

An intense expression resides on Nathan’s face while glaring into the bewildered, confused eyes of Orlando Cruze, who is unsure of what to make of this. Suddenly Creed’s hand slips into Orlando’s, shaking it slowly while both men continue to observe one another speculatively.

Nathan: Your right Orlando, you’ve been right all along.

Nathan continues to shake Orlando’s hand, the fans going nuts as a result while both men exchange an awkward glare.

Billy: You’ve got to be kidding me! Are Nathan and Orlando joining forces here?

Douglas: What a shocking, what a surprising turn of events here on Riot! I never thought I’d see something like this in a million years. Nathan is burying the hatchet with the Icon.

Mayne: He should be burying it in his back.

The crowd is still screaming loudly, everyone going nuts as both Nathan Creed and Orlando Cruze continue to shake hands, the former teammates seemingly reuniting right here live on Riot!. After years both men finally stand united once again.


TORTUROUS ENCHANTMENT


The reaction from the still buzzing crowd only intensifies when the camera cuts to one Psycho located within the boundaries of a backstage corridor. He leans with his forearm against the wall that is covered by chain link mesh wiring, repeatedly tugging it forward into his skull. In a deranged, deluded state he rubs his features against the metal, embracing the steel with his burnt, singed flesh. The camera pulls out slowly to reveal a tentative, yet still smiling Susie Moore, trying to remain confident even while faced by this madman. Her somewhat calm exterior doesn’t hold up as the microphone in her hand trembles, raising to her lips slowly.

Susie Moore: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Susie Moore standing backstage with Psycho. Not Norman Bates, or Jason Vorehees, but just as sexually unappealing in nature.

Psycho briefly pulls his head away from the mesh wiring, his eyebrow raising while his pupils dance about the room in confusion. Even when faced by his confusion, Susie continues.

Moore: Tonight Psycho, you have one of your biggest opportunities when you face off one on one against Hurse for the World Heavyweight Championship. I understand by the notes I’ve written on my hand for this interview that this not only gives you the chance to become World Champ, but to also settle an old score with Hurse. What’s going through your head as you prepare yourself for this big title match showdown with so many things riding on the line....?

Psycho: Shhh....

Aburptly Susie becomes quiet, her lips pouting now while Psycho glares about his surroundings, searching for some unknown figment it appears.

Psycho: Did you hear that?

The bewilderment on Susie’s behalf becomes even more apparent on her twisted face.

Moore: Um, hear what?

Psycho now stares at the ditzy female interviewer like she’s the one with a screw lose.

Psycho: You don’t hear that voice? Don’t lie me to Susie, don’t toy with me! I know you hear it, I know you hear it repeating over and over again, nagging me endlessly. Instructing me to do things to Hurse that go way beyond just wrestling moves and counters.

Susie’s eyes flutter while searching for an answer to steady this delusional individual before her, Psycho growing more and more unstable. His fingers slip into his hair, pushing it back over his head while staring deeply into Susie’s eyes.

Psycho: Can’t you hear him calling for the bloodshed, begging me to incite violence? Can’t you Susie? You have to! You have to hear it telling me that tonight, when I win the World title, I’ll finally prove to everyone that I’ve changed, that I’m ready for the thing I desire most. My rematch, my chance to get revenge against Chapel. Oh yes, it’s telling me all these things Susie, it’s in my ear, it’s here, it’s everywhere. Why can’t you hear it? Listen for it dammit!

Before Susie can respond or get away, Psycho grabs her hard by the arm, twisting it while leaning his head in towards her. His fearful eyes and the saliva that seeps from the corners of his mouth causes Susie to pull away in terror. Yet this only incites him to get closer, gritting his teeth against one another, showing them off in a frightening display.

Psycho, take your hands off her!

Obviously Psycho can’t believe he’s being talked to like this, especially from such a strong, dominating female voice. Rather he’s shocked or not, he removes his hand from Susie’s bicep, turning slowly to stare in the direction of a bandaged Michelle Blacker. Her arm is in a sling and bruises line portions of her face that aren’t covered by bandages, results of the tortures inflicted on her by Psycho just last week. Psycho is stunned by the relative lack of fear on her scared, broken face.

Michelle: Why put your hands on her, when you know it be so much more fun to put your hands on me.

To add to the strangeness of the scenario, the Riot backstage correspondent takes hold of Psycho’s hand, and before he can withdrawal it, drags his palm into the side of her face. The former Livewire Champion twists his head back and forth, trying to make sense of this as Susie pulls his hand across the smooth areas of her skin, her head falling into his palm.

Psycho: What are you doi...?

Psycho pulls his hand back quickly, stepping away from Michelle while eyeing her as if she were absolutely out of her mind. The piercing stare only causes her disturbing grin to grow. She steps towards him and places her hand to his wide sternum, leaning seductively into his frame.

Blacker: No, no, don’t be confused Psycho. It all makes sense to me now. The pain you inflicted on me, excited and turned me on ways I never thought imaginable. The more violence you inflicted on my body, the more ecstacy you brought me. I need that ecstacy again Psycho, I can’t live without it, or you. That week you had me cooped up in your basement, torturing me with countless implements of damnation, were the best times of my life. Take me back there Psycho, tie me to the chair again!

For once, Psycho actually looks creeped out by this infatuation Michelle has with him, especially since it’s based off the fact that he damn near brought her to death through his torturing of her slender, yet enchanting frame. She lifts her hand and doesn’t even shudder while running her fingers down his burned flesh, an area no one has touched Psycho in before. He grabs her wrist swiftly though, staring with confusion and a mixture of emotions into her black, swollen eyes while she drags her tongue over her teeth and her pouting lips.

Michelle: Go ahead Psycho, hurt me, hurt me like you want to hurt the Champion tonight. Hurt me!

She reaches up, grabbing him by the hair, trying to inspire him to respond before he grabs her wrist and pushes her away, not even saying a word or showing a single emotion throughout the process. He just glares at Michelle in confusion as she falls back first against the fence, catching it to hold herself up. Susie watches all of this with no idea what to think of this whole situation. As Psycho begins to back away Michelle slowly pushes herself off the wall, staring into his face with a highly disturbing grin cutting across her own. Her eyes are full of passion and rage, locked on the current contender for the World title.

Blacker: Damn your good. More, more!

Psycho shakes his head and buries his face in his palm before turning and walking away, leaving Michelle somewhat dejected. She watches him walk down the corridor, clearly not pleased that he is leaving instead of bringing her more ecstacy through pain.

Michelle: Come back here! Cut me, beat me, slice my skin till there’s nothing left but muscle!

The deranged Blacker charges off after Psycho, finally leaving a very bewildered Susie Moore in their wake. The interviewer watches on with wide, sporadically blinking eyes, still attempting to grasp this situation, at a complete loss of what to think about what she just saw. Suddenly she jumps though, reaching down to her backside where a hand is present behind it. Just as she raises her eyes and her palm for a slap to the culprit she stops, staring into the face of none other than Edward Hayden, the very first ULW Annihilation General Manager. He has a very arrogant expression on his face while fixing the knot in his tie, stepping towards Michelle who is overlooking him, more bewildered now than ever. The crowd is vocalizing their confusion as to why Edward is present here tonight.

Moore: Wait a minute, you look familiar. Have you ever grabbed my ass before?

She thrusts the microphone out in front of Hayden’s lips while he just cracks a slight smile.

Hayden: I’m not afraid to admit that this is my first time committing such a lude and insidious act, boldly going where many men have gone before.

The Star Trek reference only further confuses Susie.

Susie: Where’d you get that line, Muppets Save Manhattan?

The microphone is again thrust in Hayden’s direction while he just smirks and makes a “wow” movement with his lips.

Edward: Listen honey, I can stand here and exchange wits with you for about five minutes before I’d win. I just wanted to get your attention, and the attention of the viewing audience as well, no matter how few there might actually be of them. Because Edward Hayden, the very first Annihilation General Manager, is here to throw his hat in the ring, and announce that I may very well be the new IWC owner.

Susie is bothered by this.

Susie: Shouldn’t you know if you’re the owner or not?

Edward snaps his eyes towards her and acts shocked.

Hayden: I’m shocked, that was actually an insightful question.

Susie: Thanks, I’ve been practicing.

Hayden nods while stroking his chin arrogantly.

Edward: Well, I can only assume that it’s showing. But the bottom line is, I’m here to add to the intrigue. Because what better way to repay the company that threw me out like yesterday’s garbage than by fucking with the minds of everyone still affiliated with it. Miss me?

A very large grin is plastered across his arrogant face, which he turns towards the camera, kissing his palm then extending it outward towards the camera before turning, walking away.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



FIRST IMPRESSIONS


Max Craven takes up the forefront of the camera, the crowd having a loud mixed reaction at the sight of him, not quite sure what to think of this newcomer. He just stares forward with little emotion into the camera. All but a slight smile on his face would give any indication that he were even an animate object. Sweat still rests on his brow while glaring forward into the lens, waiting for something it appears. Finally he nods and starts speaking, as if someone from behind the camera motioned for him to commence.

Craven: Hello IWC fans, the name is Max Craven, but if you were watching earlier in the show, don’t feel bad if you weren’t, you probably already knew that. Although, instead of being relegated to doing nothing more than wrestling with no promo time, I thought I’d ask, or demand depending on who your talking to, for a few moments to elaborate on who I am, and what has brought me here to the IWC. After all, first impressions are lasting impressions. Which is why this very first short promo from me must be perfect, and as thus I intend not to fuck up or embarrass myself. Unlike earlier when I was forced to face Bitchsnacks.....SHIT!

Craven realizes he got the name incorrectly, covering his face with his palm while motioning for a cut with his other hand. The film jumps a bit, cutting from an angered Craven to a now smiling one rather abruptly. He has that same snide, small grin on his face while glaring into the camera.

Craven: Hello IWC fans, it’s me yet again, Max Craven. You may remember me from either my countless pornographic, yet tasteful productions, or that earlier contest I was involved in against Bitchpie McGee..... GOD DAMMIT!

Max stomps his foot, still incapable of getting the name correctly before again the footage jumps, cutting to another reshot with Craven trying to muster an arrogant smile but being too pissed in order to do so. He takes several deep breaths, trying to get his head straight in order to get this shot just right.

Max: Greetings all you IWC fans, the three of you still watching at home. This is none other than international sensation Max Craven, ready to deliver his very first, and all important in show promo. Earlier you saw me face.... that fat smelly guy.... in the ring, and..... Argh!

Craven can’t seem to continue while smelling the air.

Craven: Why do I smell cheese!?!

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Voice: Max Craven promo take number 25.

The voice comes from behind the camera while Craven takes several deep breaths, ready for his retake. He slaps himself in the face while closing his eyes, rehearsing what he has to say, mumbling it repeatedly to himself.

Voice: Action.

With agitation in his eyes Craven looks down into the camera yet again, not even bothering to force a false look of arrogance to his face.

Max: Okay, no more retakes, no more reshootings. I don’t care if I fuck up, just as long as I get it across to everyone’s heads that my name is Max Craven, that I’m a legend on the wrestling scene and that the IWC should be damn proud to have me in their ra.....

Hey Craven, Craven good buddy.....

Craven: HORSESHIT!

A very flustered Craven turns to greet Bitchcakes McPhee with an enraged stare. However, Bitchcakes doesn’t even seem to detect the frustration from Max, just moves forward with a slightly drunken stupor. He appears panicked though, almost terrified while his opponent from earlier tonight continues to scowl at him.

Max: What? What do you want? Come back here for the random comedic segment of the night? Come back here to continue where we left off? Huh? Huh?

Bitchcakes tries to keep up with all the questions before shaking his head and just speaking in a slightly slurred manner.

Bitchcakes: No, no, I just want to apologize for what happened earlier tonight, and ask you for your help too.

The mere mention of this causes Craven to become flabbergasted.

Max: Wait, you come in here and interrupt my interview segment, which was going great till you showed up, and then expect me to help you?

McPhee nods excitedly while Craven tries to keep his coolness in tact.

Craven: What reason in the world would you possibly come to me for help with?

McPhee: I know you know that superhero guy from last week, Max Omega...

Craven: Max Power...

Bitchcakes: Yeah, Max Energy, anyway, I need you to pull some strings and get him to help me.

Although staunchly against the idea, Craven plays along.

Max: Help with what?

McPhee: I was coming back from our match earlier to my lockeroom, looking forward to downing a few beers, and low and behold, I look in my bags and my beer had been stolen. You got to get him to help me, you just got to. You got to get Max Power to find out who stole my beer! Please, I’m starting to sobber up already!

Bitchcakes looks to be losing his mind, reaching out and shaking Craven with his hands on his shoulder. Max pushes his hands away though as McPhee looks at the back of one, becoming even more panicked than before.

Bitchcakes: Oh God, the spots on the back of my hand are no longer moving, I’m starting to see clearly again. Listen to how accurately I’m speaking, do something, do something before I start to get a hang over!

Again McPhee starts to shake Craven who puts his palms out in Bitchcakes’ direction, pushing them to his sternum to create some space between them.

Max: I’ll see what I can do, but I can’t make any promises, after all, Max Power is a very busy man. Now get lost, and I’ll get back to you later about all of this, I’m in the middle of cutting a great promo right now.

Bitchcakes grabs Max’s hand pressed to his sternum, shaking it excitedly before placing a kiss on the back of it that seems to disgust Craven.

Bitchcakes: Thank you, thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me. Maybe I spilled enough beer in one of my shoes to hold me over for the time being. But thank you, thank you!

While still shaking his hand repeatedly, Craven pries his palm away from McPhee’s, motioning for him to walk off now. Bitchcakes does so, anxious over the prospect of getting assistance in discovering the location of his pilfered beer. Still agitated, Craven turns back towards the camera.

Craven: Okay, no more distractions, let’s get this over and done with right now. I’m Ma....


COMMERCIAL BREAK



AURORA ROSE VS. DESOLATION


Why Do You Love Me by Garbage hits the PA system and causes the crowd to rise, putting their hands together in celebration. Through the curtains emerges Aurora Rose, hands on her hips while staring around at the screaming fans with a slight smile on her face. Red and black lights go off around her before she thrusts her hand into the air in a rock gesture, the crowd screaming as a result. They are really showing her their support before she rushes at the ring, passing all the screaming fans gathered around her then slipping under the ropes. She jumps onto the turnbuckle, raising her arms in celebration to a huge ovation from the fans.

Dan: Well, Aurora Rose has certainly had a bumpy couple of weeks as of late.

Mayne: Yeah, and it’s about to get a whole hell of a lot more bumpy here tonight when Desolation gets his hands on her.

Dan: Well, your certainly welcomed to your opinion, no matter how diluted and self serving it might be.

Mayne: Um, thank you?

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 Desolation emerges through the curtains, not appearing amongst the crowd like he would usually do. Instead he shows a bit of disdain towards the booing spectators who usually would wholeheartedly embrace. Behind his back emerges Hurse with the World title in one hand and his other palm on the Dark Man’s shoulder, rubbing it, trying to pump him up.

“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 makes his way towards the ring with Hurse still marching after him, applauding with both hands, showing his respect for the former World Champion. Desolation strips off his black leather duster throughout the process then throws it into the crowd, where some screaming fans catch it. Hurse is right there though, ripping the duster out of their hands, fighting with them for it. The Dark Man stops at the end of the ramp, looking back and forth at the fans then shaking his head while they boo at him. Aurora in the ring, growing anxious, demanding he enter and face her.

"Bowels of a grave turned loose,
spat out the one the reaper couldn't use.

I RULE!"

Desolation slides into the ring with Hurse screaming his praises, then rises to his feet, raising his arm into the air to nothing but boos from the crowd.

Mayne: Now look at this, this is the true hallmark of a group, Dan, unity. The Alpha Generation coming out here as a group, Desolation and Hurse united.

Douglas: No, once again this gives the Alpha Gen an unfair numbers advantage, especially since Owens was hurt earlier in the night by Pat Evans.

Mayne: This isn’t some grand conspiracy Dan, can’t Hurse just come out here to watch Desolation’s back?

Dan: Not if it means an impending screwjob.

The crowd is still booing at the sight of Desolation warming up in the ring, swinging his arms to get himself physically prepared while Aurora just stands in the middle of the squared circle, urging him to bring it. Hurse is shouting Desolation’s praises on the outside of the ring, the World Heavyweight Champion clapping in support of the Dark Man, telling him to rip Rose apart. Before he goes on though Hurse turns, spotting a fan holding up a defaming Desolation sign which has the face of the Dark Man pasted over the rear end of a mule. Hurse goes ballistic, grabbing the sign from the fans and ripping it to shreds in a very animated fashion. He throws it down, stomping on it and spitting at it as well while in the ring Desolation and Aurora start to circle one another slowly. They then dive forward into a collar elbow lock, pushing against one another, trying to get the advantage. Desolation pushes her arms away though and then claps on a quick side headlock, wearing an apathetic expression on his face throughout the process. The whole match seems to be boring the hell out of him already before Rose extends her foot, placing it to the back of Desolation’s knee. She pushes down on it, causing Desolation to fall to a kneeling base while still holding onto the side headlock though. Rose then lifts her leg, swinging it over top of Desolation’s head, stepping over him and freeing her cranium in the process. She then spins around to face the Dark Man before slapping her arms around his neck, twisting at his head with the cravat. Desolation gets to his feet, appearing agitated by this quick submission hold being locked in on him before he lifts one of his arms into the air, getting it between both of Aurora’s. He locks it around one of Rose’s biceps then falls sideways towards the canvas, pulling her over into an armdrag where she crashes across her back. The Dark Man then gets to his knees at her side, applying the arm lock on Rose who is kicking both of her legs, trying to escape the submission. She then rolls over backwards, trying to free her arm from the submission before landing on her knees in front of Desolation, who pulls her forward into a front gantry rather quickly. He then drops down to the canvas with a roll, pulling Aurora over onto her chest and stomach with Desolation ending up on top of her head with the front gantry applied now.

Hurse claps loudly outside the ring, giving Desolation the thumbs up before the Dark Man swings around over Aurora’s upper back, ending up straddling the back of her shoulders with his knees placed beneath her armpits. He falls forward, in turn dragging Aurora up onto the back of her shoulders and head in a pinning predicament.

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Aurora kicks out by falling over towards Desolation, landing beside him and locking her arms around his neck immediately, applying a side headlock of her own. Several fans put their hands together while Desolation fights his way to his feet still trapped in the submission by an angst ridden Aurora. Instead of even coming close to earning a submission Desolation pushes Aurora off into the cables in front of him. She bounces off and comes back in before Desolation throws a lariat that she ducks under, charging into the ropes behind him. She bounces off those then comes back in before Desolation spins around, catching her with a huge armdrag over onto the canvas, going right back into the armlock. The fans react with disdain while Desolation just rolls his eyes, continuing to keep the submission hold established. Just then though Aurora bridges her way back up onto her feet still trapped in the submission before Desolation grabs her by the hair, dragging down on it. Aurora is sent crashing onto her back as a result before Desolation falls down beside her, wrapping his arm around her neck again with the side headlock submission. Hurse is jumping for joy on the outside of the ring, acting as if Desolation just won the superbowl or something with that last reversal. The official is admonishing Desolation for pulling the hair but the Dark Man pays him no heed, just continues to maintain the hold.

Billy: Another great counter by Desolation, going right back to work on Rose with the submission hold.

Dan: Counter? He pulled her damn hair to get the advantage back.

Mayne: The hallmarks of a great in ring veteran.

Desolation is really squeezing the very air out of Aurora’s head, almost popping her skull like it were a pimple as the blood fills it. But she then bridges herself up off the canvas, in the process plucking her head free from the arms of Desolation then turning onto her knees, diving forward and catching the former Champion around the neck with another side headlock. The crowd puts their hands together at the sight of this while Desolation starts to force himself to his feet, Aurora still holding onto the side headlock, really maintaining it with a great deal of energy. Desolation reaches up though, grabbing the arm around his throat, slowly prying it away from his neck before spinning around out of the hold, turning to face the opposite direction. He has her arm bent over backwards into the top wrist lock before spinning back towards Rose, grabbing her around the neck with both arms, placing her in the side headlock yet again. At the sight of the reversal Hurse is demanding the fans cheer, kicking the barricade, flailing his arms upwards to insist they stand up, to order them to show their support for the Dark Man. Desolation is still really holding onto the side headlock, grinding his arms against both sides of Aurora’s head before he breaks the submission, stepping around in front of her now. He locks her in a front gantry then hoists her into the air, going for the high vertical suplex only for Rose to try and counter by becoming dead weight. Her legs start to fall towards the ring, forcing Desolation to exert more strength, somehow keeping her halfway elevated in the air. The crowd cannot help but to cheer at the sight of Desolation’s strength, pushing her back up so that her body forms a straight line, about to drop in reverse for the suplex. Aurora tries to counter again, her legs starting to fall towards the ring, yet Desolation once more keeps her elevated above the canvas, keeping her in the air. He grunts then lifts Aurora into the air once more before running forward, dropping back into a huge running vertical suplex. The body of Rose is slammed hard into the canvas before Desolation floats over into the cover.

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Aurora gets her shoulder up, turning away from Desolation, trying to get to her feet. However, Desolation grabs her around the neck, pulling her to a standing base then setting up for the vertical suplex once more. He hoists her into the air then begins to charge forward for another vertical suplex only for Rose to float over in the nick of time. She turns towards Desolation’s back while slipping over his shoulder, lifting her legs into the air, placing them under the Dark Man’s armpits then dropping over backwards. The fans react positively as Desolation is rolled over in reverse into a pin, ending up with Aurora seated on the back of his thighs, pushing his shoulders to the ring.

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Desolation kicks out, but as he does he turns his body so that his side is facing Aurora, hooking his arm around her thigh then pulling her over backwards into a school boy.

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Aurora kicks out now, dropping over onto her knees in front of Desolation who stands up to get hold of her. Just as he rushes in Aurora jumps into the air, turning her spine towards Desolation then wrapping her legs around his waist. She drops down to the canvas, pulling Desolation over into forward roll where she ends up seated on his chest, holding down the back of his knees for the pinfall.

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Desolation kicks out, rolling over backwards in the process, causing Aurora to end up on the back of her shoulders with the Dark Man seated on her thighs. He turns around though, grabbing her legs, trying to wrap them around one another into the cloverleaf. Before he can get it established though Aurora pulls down with her legs, dragging Desolation down to the canvas into a small package.

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Desolation kicks out with the crowd going nuts over all these attempted near falls. Aurora also begins to stand up before Desolation slaps on a side headlock, going back to the submission hold in order to slow her down. He then snaps her over into a side headlock takedown, ending up with his back pressed to her sternum before she reaches up with her legs, wrapping them around Desolation’s shoulder. She falls sideways away from him, pulling Desolation down to the canvas across the back of his shoulders into a crucifix style pin.

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Desolation kicks out, dropping over onto his knees beside Aurora who quickly tries to stand up as well. Just as she gets up though, Desolation turns, burying his shoulders into her gut then lifting her into the air with a fireman’s carry. He then steps forward, pushing her around into what looks like a TKO DDT but instead pushing her up into the air, getting a running start before falling back into a huge vertical suplex. The fans react with cheers and disgust while Desolation floats over once more but instead of going into the pinfall he wraps his arms around her neck with another side headlock.

Douglas: A number of nearfalls there from Aurora Rose, who tried to end this match abruptly against Desolation.

Mayne: That’s probably her best option, after all, she’s not going to beat him by out wrestling him, that’s for sure.

Dan: Yee of such little faith. She is using her speed to her advantage here while Desolation tries to slow her down with those submission maneuvers, yet thus far it’s not working.

Desolation continues to hold Aurora down with the side headlock before she lifts her legs into the air, turning her body a bit. She wraps her legs around Desolation’s neck, pulling him down into a head scissors before he rolls across the canvas onto his knees so that they’re bodies form a straight line. Desolation places his hands to both of Aurora’s knees though, pushing down on them while placing his own knee to the crossed ankles of Rose. He pulls his noggin free while forcing down the knees of Aurora, causing her to scream in pain while she falls onto her spine. Desolation now stands up though, grabbing hold of the legs while the ankles are crossed and interlocking them around one another, turning her over onto her chest with the cloverleaf, a modification of it at least. Aurora’s screams of pain are amplified while trapped in this submission hold, trying her best to reach the cables. Desolation breaks the cloverleaf though, switching around so that he steps over Rose’s back, pulling up on her chin, applying a version of the camel clutch. The tough, quick Rose still finds herself grounded by these holds, but she refuses to stay down, immediately trying to scramble towards the ropes again. With tremendous quickness though she pushes herself backwards between Desolation’s legs, grabbing his ankles with her hands throughout the process. She pulls up on them, causing Desolation to tumble forward onto the canvas before wrapping her legs around one another, turning on her posterior to face them. She has him in almost a modified version of the Indian Death lock while Desolation continues to rest stretched across his stomach. Before he has time to find an escape though, Aurora rolls over backwards, ending on her knees then stepping around his head. She wraps up both his arms, forcing him up to his feet, attempting to deliver a move with the use of both underhooked arms. A grunt comes from her tired lungs while lifting up on Desolation, only for him to spin free from the double underhook. He turns to face her only for Rose to put her back towards him, catching him around the neck with a diamond cutter position. Before she can hit it though, Desolation reaches up with his arms, hooking both of hers, placing her in a full nelson. He lifts her for perhaps a full nelson slam only for Aurora to pull one of her arms free, turning in mid-air and then placing her feet directly to Desolation’s gut, wrapping her hands around the back of his head. She tries to drop back for the monkey flip but Desolation keeps his feet planted on the canvas, grinding his teeth while doing so, attempting to block the hold. He reaches up quickly, wrapping his arm around Aurora’s neck while hooking one of her legs as well, dragging her feet away from his gut. He then drops back into a huge fisherman suplex with a bridge. Instead of going for the pin though he rolls over sideways, pulling her along with him while her leg is still hooked. Both athletes roll to their feet before the Dark Man drops back into another fisherman suplex. He rolls over once more, going for a triple fisherman suplex before getting to his feet, forcing Aurora up as well. He lifts her into the air only for Aurora to flip forward out of the fisherman position, landing with her legs on top of Desolation’s shoulders, countering with great agility before the Dark Man drops her with a hard sit-out powerbomb. The fans react with a loud mixed ovation while Desolation leans forward into the back of her legs.

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Aurora kicks out somehow to cheers from the fans while Desolation grabs hold of one of her ankles. He stands up, lifting on her leg and sending her into a reverse roll straight onto her feet before she stumbles backwards into the cables. In an exhausted manner she bounces off the ropes and comes back in at Desolation who throws a quick, rather apathetic lariat at her. However she catches his arm, jumping into the air with her legs, going for a crucifix. Instead though she swings all the way over, turning her body so that she lands on top of Desolation’s shoulders, dropping back into a huge hurricarana with a pin. She holds onto the back of his legs while seated on his sternum, the fans going nuts, slapping the barricades, celebrating loudly.

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Desolation kicks out and in the process causes Aurora to fall over chest first onto the canvas with the Dark Man standing up behind her. He lifts her legs up into the air with the cloverleaf, the fans screaming in anger, just like Rose who roars out of the extreme pain coursing through her frame.

Mayne: More counter wrestling between these two who are wrestling a very fast paced match. This is what I like about Desolation, he’s able to consistently change up his game-plan and style to match whomever he may be facing.

Dan: Billy, something about you singing Desolation’s praises deeply, deeply disturbs, as well as offends me.

Billy: Your easily offended Dan. In fact, Beauty and the Beast still offends you.

Dan: It’s not my fault that I don’t like interspecies relationships.

Hurse is almost doing cartwheels on the outside of the ring in celebration of what Desolation is doing, still firmly holding onto the legs of the tired Aurora. Rose has sweat racing down her features while she pushes herself up onto her elbows, glaring at the ropes which are so far away. She agonizes while moving towards them, Desolation still trying his best to hold onto her legs with a version of the cloverleaf. As she gets closer and closer to the ropes Desolation breaks the submission, turning towards Aurora then stepping to the side of her head, dropping a leg across the back of her neck. Rose rolls across the canvas, holding her cranium while the Dark Man gets to his feet, approaching her quickly. He stomps her to the back of the head several times then grabs her around the neck, dragging her up to her feet. Rose is barely able to stand, to keep her legs beneath her after being trapped in the submission before Desolation hooks up one of them. The leg is completely folded over before Desolation lifts her up into the air, intending to drop her shin first across his knee with a leg breaker. However, Aurora turns just in time to face Desolation, wrapping her around his neck and sticking her legs out, locking them around his waist. She has him trapped in a front gantry, body vice combination before dropping back, pulling him down head first into the canvas with a DDT from this position. The sound of his skull slamming into the canvas is sickening before he pops up into the air, rolling onto his back. A tired Aurora sits up, exasperated before she turns and crawls desperately into the cover.

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Desolation shoots his arm from the canvas, kicking out in time with a glossy look in his eyes. Before he can get up, a tired Aurora jumps over him, rushing into the ropes at his side then springing onto the second cable. She bounces off and flips over in reverse, twisting her body in mid-air though before coming down with a twisting senton splash right across Desolation’s sternum. The Dark Man kicks his legs into the air before the tired Aurora gets to her feet at his side then flips over forward with a flipping leg drop right across his throat. The crowd puts their hands together, screaming loudly at the sight of these acrobatics from Aurora who rolls over in reverse onto her feet then charges backwards into the cables. She bounces off them then comes rushing back in before jumping into the air, flipping forward with a standing senton bomb right across the ribs of the Dark Man. The fans are all going nuts as Aurora leans back into the cover, hooking his leg in an very tired, battered state.

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Desolation now finds himself desperately kicking out in the nick of time. The crowd applauds these acrobatic moves from both competitors, constantly going back and forth here in a struggle for dominance, while Aurora finds herself seated on the canvas, a far off glint in her eyes. Desolation is trying to push himself to a standing base while Rose gets up beside him, her body aching. She forces herself to a standing base nevertheless though as Desolation starts to get up as well, forcing himself to a standing base. Already he is quite tired and battered while Aurora steps in, kicking him hard to the ribs, almost knocking him onto his back again. She then bends forward, wrapping her arm around his neck though then pointing at the ropes, signaling for the Sinful Desires (Stratusfaction) while Hurse is pulling at hair in a shocked state on the outside of the ring.

Douglas: Aurora setting for the Sinful Desires!

Mayne: No, this is not the way that this match was suppose to go! Aurora was suppose to be squashed.

Aurora rushes forward at the cables to hit the Sinful Desires before Desolation pushes her off into the ropes. Thinking quickly though Rose jumps into the air, landing feet first on the second rope then springing off as she turns in mid-air, landing right on top of Desolation’s shoulders. She then snaps back into a huge hurricarana but somehow Desolation pushes her around into almost a sunset flip powerbomb to a loud reaction from the fans, all of them shocked by the incredible counter.

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Aurora kicks out again, getting her shoulder off the canvas, turning away from Desolation who rolls backwards onto his feet. He then runs backwards into the cables with Hurse cheering him on. Aurora is just now getting to her feet while Desolation bounces off the cables then comes rushing in with a lariat which he hits hard to her throat. The force takes Rose down to her back across the canvas while Desolation charges forward into the ropes, falling against them for support. He takes several deep breaths while Rose tries to force herself to her feet again. Just as she gets her legs beneath her Desolation rushes forward with another lariat. Aurora drops to a roll, avoiding this lariat though then getting to her feet behind Desolation, who turns to face her, charging in. However, Rose steps forward into a superkick only for Desolation to catch her by the ankle, blocking the move. He pushes her foot away, sending her into a spin before she goes for a back kick to the gut. Desolation again catches her ankle, avoiding it with a sinister grin on his face before Aurora turns to face him then jumps into the air. She connects with a blistering, brutal Inzugari straight to the back of his head, hitting the Deception to a loud ovation. The force of the impact, the sheer stiffness causes Desolation’s eyes to roll to the back of his head before he turns and tumbles forward to the canvas. Aurora turns, scrambling into the cover once more, pushing Desolation onto his back while hooking his leg.

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Again Desolation kicks out, getting his shoulder up off the canvas with a far away look in his eyes. An agitated Aurora slaps her hands on the canvas, appearing very flustered now while Desolation starts to push himself up to his feet, shaking his head in the process. Rose backs into one of the corners though, bending forward, urging the Dark Man to get to a standing base, begging him to do so in fact with her body aching throughout the process. It’s clear that she is intending to hit a spear on Desolation who is forcing himself upward, just as tired by this fast paced match as Aurora is. As Desolation gets to a standing base, Hurse jumps onto the apron, pleading with him to stay down in order to avoid the spear. The referee steps towards Hurse, shouting at him, demanding the World Champion get down, but the AG member points at his title, insisting that he has the right to be here. Desolation is struggling to get to his feet while holding the back of his head before Aurora comes rushing in, the Dark Man sluggishly turning towards her. She begins to jump forward for the spear when Desolation kicks upward with a stiff strike right to her face. Aurora’s eyes roll to the back of her head after the kick, standing up straight, somehow keeping her feet beneath her. Desolation switches around behind her back quickly, burying his shoulder to her spine then lifting her into the air before she floats over, landing on the canvas behind him. To his disbelief, Aurora steps forward, wrapping her arm around his neck then running towards the ropes for the Sinful Desires. She charges straight at Hurse, the referee stepping out of the way as she jumps into the air, kicking with both feet directly into the Champion’s sternum, sending him flying off the apron to a huge ovation.

Mayne: No, she kicked Hurse off the apron and now she’s going for the Sinful Desires! That scornful bitch!

Aurora turns towards the ring for the springboard bulldog but Desolation places his hands to her back, shoving her up into the air then causing her to turn around, landing on top his shoulder. He catches her, then allows her to slide down his back before jumping into the air, hitting the Brand X (Kryptonite Krunch). The crowd is shocked as Aurora’s head bashes violently off the canvas, her body lying motionless on the ring with Desolation seated in a dreary state beside her.

Douglas: Oh my God, Desolation countered the Sinful Desires into the Brand X!!

Mayne: That had to have been the sweetest counter ever.

Dan: Sweetest? Are you going to become a skater fag now to Billy?

The fans are still screaming while Desolation continues to sit next to the down Aurora before standing up, stepping around her legs. She is out cold, unable to block it as she is pulled onto her gut, her legs wrapped around one another before being hoisted into the air. He places his foot to her back and shoves her down face first into the canvas with the Curb Stomp! Rose crashes hard off the ring while she now rolls onto her spine, completely out cold, Desolation falling into the cover with many of the fans booing.

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Mayne: Hahaha, yes, thank you, Desolation victorious yet again.

The fans are outraged while Desolation sits up, still a little scatter brained while shaking his head. Hurse is still celebrating on the outside of the ring, stepping towards the fans, grabbing their wrists and forcing their hands together with a clap.

Douglas: Just when it looked like Aurora Rose had this thing won with the Sinful Desires, Desolation countered into the Brand X followed by his vicious Curb Stomp, in what was a very paced, exhilarating singles encounter.

Mayne: Where unlike the majority of this night, the right man won. It’s great seeing Desolation’s hand raised in victory now that I like him.

Dan: It’s sad that you don’t even try to hide your contradictory nature.

The crowd is still buzzing, many screaming over that victory as Hurse slips into the ring, approaching Desolation. He grabs his arm, holding it up victoriously while pointing in his direction. All the while he demands the fans cheer, and show their support for the Dark Man, yet this only further incurs their wrath. Desolation starts to get up while holding the back of his head, yet he doesn’t look happy, not pleased in the slightest actually while looking over his shoulder, right at Aurora. He mumbles something in Hurse’s direction, the World Champion nodding before they both begin to stomp away at her repeatedly.

Dan: Oh come now, to add insult to injury Aurora Rose is being attacked by the Alpha Generation.

Mayne: She deserves this treatment, this brutality for embarrassing the Dark Man like she did. Instead of laying down and allowing him to beat her, she tried to give him a match, which is just insulting to all of us.

Douglas: This is bullshit, absolute bullshit! And we’ve been forced to endure witnessing this reprehensible bullshit all night long from the Alpha Generation. Something has to give here.

Desolation and Hurse are still stomping away at Aurora who is trying her best to protect her body from this onslaught. Suddenly the crowd starts cheering loudly as Seth Owens emerges from the back, his arm in a sling while he rushes towards the ring in a very exhausted, battered state. He can barely stand after the brutality of that submission match earlier in the evening, let alone use his wrapped up arm, yet he continues to rush towards the ring to come to Aurora’s aid.

Douglas: Here comes Seth Owens to Aurora’s rescue. Even in horrible shape he’s still coming to his girlfriend’s aid.

Mayne: Has he lost his damned mind?

Neither Desolation nor Hurse even spot Owens while continuing to stomp away at Rose before Seth slips into the ring, forcing them to notice him. The World Champion turns, running towards Seth who jabs him across the jaw several times, staggering him backwards with the crowd cheering loudly. With a hard European Uppercut from his good arm he strikes Hurse to the jaw, knocking him down to the canvas across his back. Desolation turns right as Seth steps towards him with a clinched fist. Without warning though Desolation grabs his arm in the sling, pulling it out to his side then dropping back with an arm breaker on it. Seth roars in pain, bouncing off the canvas, rolling across the ring while draping his arm over his sternum, in absolute anguish.

Mayne: Hahaha, with one well timed attack, Seth Owens is taken out.

Douglas: Damn that classless Desolation, going right after the already possibly injured arm of Owens.

The fans are outraged while Hurse steps towards Owens, beginning to stomp at the arm Pat Evans battered earlier in the evening. Desolation has returned to stomping Aurora as well before the crowd really start screaming now, for Psycho has emerged from the back, rushing straight towards the ring with a 2x4 wrapped in barbwire gripped in the palms of his hands. Everyone is reacting with a loud pop as Psycho rolls under the ropes into the ring.

Dan: Yes, here comes Psycho, and he’s got some back up in the form of that weapon!

Mayne: What a sadist you have become Dan, how can you possibly condone this behavior. Someone get that idiot out of the ring.

Desolation and Hurse turn just in time to spot Psycho flailing the 2x4 at them, swinging wildly for anyone who might be nearby. However, both the World Champion and the Dark Man drop to the canvas, vacating the ring quickly by rolling under the ropes to the outside, leaving Psycho in the middle of the squared circle with a deranged glint in his eyes. Desolation motions for Hurse to follow him to the back, insisting that they just not even pay any attention to this murderous Psycho. Just as they start moving up the ramp though Psycho steps towards the ropes, demanding a microphone which is promptly handed to him. Psycho turns to glare at the Dark Man as well as the World Champion, lifting the mic to his twisted, contorted, demented features.

Psycho: HURSE! Where the fuck do you think your going?

The World Champion pauses while slowly turning towards the ring with a confused expression on his face, coveting the belt about his shoulder. Desolation motions towards the back, instructing him to leave and not pay this mad-man any credence. Yet Hurse can’t take his eyes off his long term rival in the ring, not even deviating his attention to Aurora who is being helped from the ring by a pain ridden Seth Owens.

Psycho: You have a title match tonight, which means your ass belongs to me! Now get it in here and fight me like a man! I’m tired of waiting to see your blood on my hands one last time!

The fans are really screaming now, putting their hands together while Hurse points to himself, questioning rather he’s actually talking to him this way. Psycho nods his head and throws the barbwire board out of the ring, motioning for him to bring it now. Hurse turns towards Desolation, nodding then handing him the World title belt for safe keeping.


HURSE © VS. PSYCHO
WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP


With a evil and cocky grin on his face, Hurse walks back towards the ring, Desolation behind him. Hurse jumps up the steps and leaps into the ring as Psycho charges as well. The fans explode in cheering as the two men exchange blows. Hurse nails Psycho as the fans “BOO.” Psycho goes right back. “YAY!” “BOO, YAY, BOO, YAY, BOO YAY, BOO, BOO, BOO, BOO, YAY, YAY, YAY, YAY, YAY, YAY. Hurse is leaning on the top rope as Psycho backs up, charges, then clotheslines Hurse over the top rope and to the outside. Desolation steps over to Hurse to help him to his feet. Psycho pulls back on the top rope and catapults himself over the top rope and lands on both Desolation and Hurse. Desolation is still on his feet and Psycho jumps to his and begins nailing Desolation with right hands. Psycho backs up a couple of steps, charges, and Thez presses Desolation, landing on top of Hurse, and begins hammering Desolation in the head. Psycho jumps back to his feet to a huge ovation from the fans. Hurse pulls himself from under Desolation and tries to get to his feet. Psycho charges, leaps, and clotheslines Hurse and puts him to the mat. Psycho rolls, in, breaks the count, and rolls back out. Psycho grabs Hurse, pulls him up, and slams him against the guard railing. Psycho with several kicks to the gut of Hurse. He then pulls Hurse up, picks him in the air, and hits a Manhattan Drop. Hurse falls backwards in pain. Psycho grabs him by the legs, falls, back, and catapults Hurse into the ringpost. Hurse smacks hard and drops to the outside mat. Psycho steps over to him pulls him to his feet, and rolls him into the ring. Psycho rolls into the ring, pulls Hurse up and scoop slams him, runs to the ropes, bounces off, and snaps an elbow onto Hurse’s chest. Psycho up, runs to the ropes, jumps to the middle rope and moonsaults off, Hurse gets his knees up, Psycho lands on his feet, drops an elbow, Hurse moves out of the way and rolls to his feet. Hurse kicks Psycho, Psycho scoops him arm under the leg of Hurse, jumps to his feet, and wraps his free arm around the head of Hurse, and then snaps into an exploder suplex. Hurse flails on the mat for a few moments before crawling to the second rope. Psycho charges, and jumps on Hurse, reaches over the top rope and pulls up on the bottom, choking out Hurse. The ref pulls Psycho out and Hurse crawls out of the ring.

Douglas: Psycho has completely set the tone of this match.

Mayne: Hurse was not exactly ready for this match. Give him a minute.

Hurse backs against the railing and sits up against it. Desolation steps over to Hurse and begins to fan him off with a towel. Hurse tells him to keep it coming. Desolation does and begins talking strategy. Psycho points at the two of them and tells Hurse to come in the ring. He sits on the middle rope and invites Hurse in again. Hurse is slow to his feet and jumps to the mat and slowly stands up. Hurse tells the ref to back Psycho up and he does. Hurse is slow to step into the ring and slow to approach him. He raises his arms up and locks up with Psycho. The two of them struggle for a few moments before Psycho takes the advantage and pushes Hurse to the corner. The ref asks them to break, and as they do, Hurse thumbs Psycho in the eye. Hurse jumps to the middle rope, but Psycho quickly turns and hits Hurse in the gut. Psycho jumps to the middle rope himself, turns, three quarter bulldog, snapmares Hurse from the top, jumps off the top over Hurse’s head, and snaps Hurse’s head forward. Psycho runs to the ropes, Desolation grabs Psycho;s foot and trips him. Psycho hits face first and rolls back to his feet and points at Desolation and screams at the ref. Desolation calls Psycho a “Fucking Liar.” As Psycho looks at Desolation, Hurse gets to his feet and charges at Psycho with a clothesline from behind. Psycho ducks as Hurse passes, bounces off the ropes, Psycho with a hip toss, Hurse jumps over and lands on his feet, scoops around Psycho’s head and hits a swinging neck breaker. Hurse does not let go of this moment, snaps on all fours and rubs him arm into the face of Psycho before rapid punching him in the head. Hurse pulls Psycho up to his feet and quickly locks in his modified abdominal stretch.

Mayne: I told you that Hurse just needed a minute. Look now.

Douglas: Hurse has turned this around. He’s hurt, but locks in this hold to apply pressure on Psycho and also to give himself a few moments to rest.

Hurse begins to punch Psycho in the ribs. The ref checks Psycho as Hurse reaches back. Desolation reaches through the ropes and grabs Hurse’s hand and applies more pressure to Psycho. Psycho screams out in pain. Desolation lets go just as the ref looks up. The ref questions Hurse, but he denies it. Hurse begins to punch the ribs of Psycho before reaching back again and grabbing Desolation’s hand. Psycho once again screams in pain. The ref looks up to see this and makes them break the hold, then gives Desolation a warning. Desolation smirks and flips off the ref. Hurse pulls up one arm of Psycho, jumps and dropkicks him in the ribs. Psycho grabs his chest in pain and drops to his knees. Hurse pulls Psycho up and locks in a double under hook, pulls him in the air, and lands a back breaker on him. Hurse jumps to all fours and begins driving his knee into the ribs of Psycho. He gets up and pulls Psycho up, scoops him and slams him. Hurse runs to the rope, jumps to the middle ropes, and moonsaults on Psycho. He covers for the

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Kickout by Psycho. Hurse looks at the ref with distain before pulling Psycho up again, side headlock, runs, and bulldogs. He snaps back around and gets to his feet again before stomping Psycho in the head. Hurse pulls Psycho up and throws him over the top rope and to the outside. Hurse begins to talk to the ref, distracting him as Desolation jogs up to Psycho, jumps in the air, and drives a knee into the ribs of Psycho. Desolation straddles Psycho and begins hammering on him.

Douglas: Come on! This is a handicap match here.

Mayne: Psycho attacked Desolation first here.

Douglas: That’s a circular argument and you know it.

Mayne: But it’s true.

Douglas: The ref has GOT to get control here.

Mayne: Are you implying that our honorable IWC refs can’t do their job? DO you think you can do any better? I think not. No. This as Alpha Generation territory and I think you need to get used to that idea, Dan.

Desolation gets off of Psycho, pulls him up and rolls him under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Hurse steps over to him, grabs on the top rope, and begins stomping on those ribs. Hurse steps on the ribs and drives his foot into them while pulling back on the top rope. The ref counts to 4 and he breaks the hold. Hurse grabs Psycho by the head and pulls him to his feet, goes into a suplex position, lifts him up and stalls. Hurse takes a few steps to maintain balance before falling back and hitting the suplex. Hurse locks in a headlock while laying on the mat. The ref checks the hold and Psycho as Hurse puts his feet on the bottom rope to apply more pressure. When the ref looks up, Hurse’s feet are already off the ropes. Psycho begins to fight his way up after as the fans begin cheering for him. As they both make it to their feet, Psycho rams him elbow into Hurse’s gut, runs to the ropes, bounces off, and is met with a knee to his gut. Psycho is flipped over the knee of Hurse and hits the mat hard. Hurse follows up with an elbow. Hurse jumps back to him feet, jumps in the air for a leg drop, Psycho moves. Hurse lands hard and screams in pain. Psycho gets to his feet slowly as Hurse does. Psycho jumps and charges at Hurse and nearly takes his head off with a clothesline. The fans cheer and try to rev Psycho up. Hurse is back to his feet and Psycho follows up with a LOUD chop to the chest. The fans give a WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!! in response. Hurse grabs his chest from the chop. Psycho follows up with another chop and another WHOOOOOOOOOO!!! Psycho knees Hurse in the gut, locks in a gutwrench, pulls him up and powerbombs him. The fans cheer from this as Psycho covers for the

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Shoulder up.

Douglas: Psycho coming back here. Beautiful gutwrench powerbomb. I’m sure that Hurse felt that and felt the irony of that move.

Mayne: I knew it. You are partial!

Douglas: And if that’s not the pot calling the kettle black….

Mayne: Why’s it got to be black???

Douglas: I’m not touching that with a 30 foot pole.0

Psycho grabs Hurse by the hair and pulls him to his feet, walks him over to the corner and smashes his head in the corner. He follows up with another knife edged chop. Psycho pulls Hurse from the corner and throws him to the other corner, charges, jumps and delivers a high knee right to the head of Hurse. Hurse falls right forward. Psycho straddles over Hurse, grabs him in the face and pulls back. Psycho digs his fingers into the eyes of Hurse and he pulls back on the clutch. The ref counts to 4, then forces Psycho to break the illegal hold. Psycho shoves the ref aside and begins stomping Hurse in the back of the head. He pulls Hurse to his feet then throws him to the ropes. Psycho runs to the ropes himself, goes for a clotheline, Hurse ducks and bounces off the other ropes, but is nailed by a flying shoulder block by Psycho. Psycho stops for a moment to grab his ribs before getting back to his feet, climbing to the top rope as Hurse gets to his feet. Psycho with a corkscrew moonsault and nails Hurse with it. Psycho grabs his ribs again before covering Hurse for the

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At the last possible second, Hurse got his right shoulder up. Psycho can’t believe it. Psycho gets to his knees and pulls Hurse to his and pulls him to his feet. He throws Hurse to the ropes, catches him as he bounces off, spins, and lands a perfect spine buster on him. He hooks a leg a covers for the

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Shoulder up with time to spare this time. Psycho pulls Hurse up again, double underhook, pulls Hurse in the air and drops to his knees, driving the back of Hurse’s head into the mat. Psycho runs to the ropes, bounces off, Desolation grabs for his foot, but Psycho dodges it. He turns to Desolation and spits in his face. Desolation wipes it from his face and begins exchanging words with Psycho. During this time, Hurse gets back to his feet, charges and lands a knee to the back of Psycho and sends him through the ropes to the outside.

Douglas: Desolation is interjecting himself in this match again. He distracts Psycho this time in order to give Hurse time to turn the tide.

Mayne: I still say that Psycho has it coming to him.

Douglas: Of course you would.

Hurse climbs to the top rope and waits for Psycho to get back to his feet. Once that happens, Hurse jumps off the top and lands a double axe handle right to the back of Psycho and puts him back on his face. Hurse is slow to get to his feet but does so nonetheless. He pulls Psycho up, scoops him up, drops to one knee, bringing the other into the hurt ribs of Psycho, stands back up, takes a few steps and hits his Island Driver. Hurse looks around before rolling back to his feet, rolls in the ring to break the count, then back out. He grabs Psycho and pulls him up, locks in a suplex positon, lifts him up, and drops him chest first into the guard railing. Psycho flips forward off the railing and grabs his ribs. Hurse rolls back into the ring and stands up. Psycho is moving but very slow. The ref continues counting

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Psycho rolls in just in time for Hurse to charge and stomp him in the head. Hurse pulls him to his feet, walks him to the middle of the ring, and quickly snaps Psycho down to the mat with a DDT. Hurse slowly rolls to his feet and wraps Psycho’s legs around his own, in an inverted Indian Death Lock. He bends forward, grabs Psycho’s wrist. He then pulls him up with the wrist and places his foot in his chest and smacks that inverted curb stomp. Hurse pulls up again and delivers another one. He lets go and drops to his knees and hooks a leg for the

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Kickout by Hurse. Both to their feet at the same time. They both run to the ropes, bounces off, and hit each other with a clothesline.

Douglas: In this short time period, both men have just taken it to each other.

Mayne: You mom takes it to each other!

Douglas: What?!?!???

Both men struggle to get to their feet and both get there at the same time. Hurse with a right hand, blocked, Psycho with a right of his own. Psycho follows up with a knee to the gut then another chop. WHOOOOOOOOO!!!! From the fan again. Psycho moves behind Hurse and pulls his head back in a face lock. He grabs Hurse by the trunks and pulls him in the air, spins, and drops with an inverted brainbuster. Psycho is slow to get back to his feet but he pulls Hurse to his feet again, picks him up and sits him on the top rope and climbs the ropes. Hurse begins to nail Psycho with right hands to the head until he knocks him off. Hurse takes a few moments to get his bearings and tries to climb the rest of the way up and standing. Psycho is already to his feet, runs to the ropes and runs up them and slaps a hand around the throat of Hurse. Psycho grabs under the arm of Hurse, and then hits a top rope overhead suplex chokeslam. Psycho rolls over on top of Hurse for the

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Shoulder up by Hurse. Psycho gets back to his feet and pulls Hurse up before nailing him with a few right hands to the ropes. Hurse grabs Psycho around the waist, lifts him up and dumps him over the top rope. Hurse grabs the top rope on his own to keep himself up. Hurse then slides through the top and middle ropes and through to the outside. Hurse pulls Psycho up and scoops him up before running and ramming him into the ringpost. Hurse back up and drives Psycho’s back into the post once again before turning around, walking to the steel steps and slamming him down on the steps. Hurse uses the ropes to pull himself top the ring canvas. He backs up away from Psycho before charging, jumping in the air for a knee, Psycho moves, and Hurse’s knee goes right into the steel steps. Hurse tumbles down the stairs, grabbing his knee. Psycho rolls to his feet, walks around the ring, and grabs his baseball bat that has the barb wire around it, to the approval of the fans. Psycho walks back around just as Hurse is getting back to his feet. Psycho rams the bat into the gut of Hurse and rips it along his gut.

Mayne: What the hell is that? The ref saw that too. Where is the DQ?

Douglas: Well, this is outside the ring!

Mayne: Why don’t we give Hurse a gun, then? He can just shoot Psycho and everything will be okay because it’s outside the ring!

Douglas: Desolation has been interfering throughout this entire match. I think Psycho has the right to even the odds.

Psycho raises the bat above his head, but Desolation runs behind him and snatches the bat from Psycho’s hands. Psycho turns and before is hit with his own bat, kicks Desolation between the legs then follows up with a DDT. Psycho is quick to get back to his feet as Hurse does as well. He kicks Hurse in the bleeding gut and rolls him in the ring and follows back in the ring. He pulls Hurse to his feet and throws him to the ropes, Hurse bounces off, and is picked up with a fireman’s carry. Hurse kicks and wiggles and slides down the back of Psycho and pulls him down and over with a sunset flip and pins

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Once again, Hurse miraculously gets his shoulder up. Psycho sits up and starts clawing at his face a little bit before rolling to his feet and pulling Hurse to his feet. He quickly locked in the cobra clutch setting up for the Psychotic Episode. Hurse is quick to reach for the ropes and when they are not around, he mule kicks Psycho. Hurse is quick to turn around, gut wrenches Psycho, pulls him in the air and nails him with the Legend Bomb. Hurse rolls away and slowly climbs to the top rope. He finds his balance before jumping off with a shooting star press into a leg drop right on the chest of Psycho. Hurse covers and hooks the leg for the

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FOOT ON THE ROPE! Psycho somehow got his free foot on the rope and broke the count. Hurse looks up and is simply beside himself now. He is on his knees with his hands at his hips shaking his head. He then screams

Hurse: THAT’S IT!!!

Hurse gets to his feet, drags Psycho to the middle of the ring, and begins to apply the Legend Lock. Psycho flails and fights the application of the hold. He finally kicks Hurse off of him and tries to get to his feet. Hurse is quick with a side headlock, Psycho lifts Hurse in the air and Hurse flips out. Psycho is quick with a back elbow right to the head of Hurse. Psycho runs to the ropes, bounces off, Hurse drops to the mat as Psycho runs over him. Hurse is back to his feet and leapfrogs over Psycho the second time. Psycho stops in his tracks, turns, grabs Hurse with a rear headlock, one arm under Hurse’s, lifts him in the air and flips him over and to the mat.

Douglas: What a move by Psycho.

Mayne: Hurse, you’re losing everything here.

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NO! Hurse shoots the shoulder up and the fans are baffled, as is Psycho. Psycho gets to his feet and pulls Hurse up. Hurse then just runs, instinct kicking in, and ramming Psycho into the corner. Hurse quickly puts his hands in Psycho’s face and presses it back and knees Psycho in the gut then rakes his eyes again, followed by the chop. WHOOOOOOOO!!! Go the fans. He lifts Psycho up on the top rope and climbs up. Psycho hammers Hurse in the back of the head and fights back. Hurse then gives one good punch to the hurt ribs of Psycho and stops that offensive. Hurse, standing on the middle rope, wraps him arms around the neck of Psycho and grabs him behind the knees, he then picks Psycho up and falls back and hits a middle rope muscle buster. Both men just lay on the mat as Hurse slowly raises his arm, turns over, and lays it on Psycho for the

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The arm shoots up from Psycho to a loud ovation from the fans. Both men are slow but try to get to their feet. LETS GO PSYCHO, LETS GO HURSE actually begin from the fans as they both get up to their feet. Hurse hits Psycho with a right hand. Psycho with a knee to the gut, grabs Hurse’s arm, and pulls him into a Fireman’s carry. Psycho pushes Hurse’s legs in the air, turns 45 degrees, and follows up with a Flatliner Psycho covers for the

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Douglas: Where are these two getting this from?

Mayne: Hurse is a born champion! That’s where he is getting it from.

Psycho sits up and looks around before getting back to his feet and pulling Hurse up. Hurse quickly moves around Psycho and locks in a rear waist lock and pushes Psycho to the ropes and yells at the ref about Psycho grabbing his hair. Desolation has the barb wire bat in his hands and hits Psycho in the head with it as the ref is distracted by Hurse. Psycho is laying over the top rope, completely dazed. Hurse charges over and hits him in the back f the head, and rolls him back in a school boy for the

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Douglas: Not like this.

Mayne: The Master of Control finds a way once again and retains the World Championship! I love it!


DISAPPOINTMENT


The camera shifts backstage and causes a ruckus from the crowd of pumped onlookers, for upon the big screen emerges one Chapel, the Livewire Championship thrown over his shoulder. It glistens and sparkles, brightly lit by the above light, but the same brightness is absent from the dreary features of the Champion. Chapel stands with his feet rooted to the floor, watching the monitor before him, most likely continuing to feed his concerned eyes with images of the World title match that just transpired. A sigh escapes his lings while lowering his shaking head. He mumbles something under his breath with a deeply distressed voice.

Chapel: Maybe he’ll never learn how to change.

Chapel shrugs his shoulders a bit sympathetically before turning to exit the dressing room, realizing that his Livewire title match is just moments away. Before he can vacate the room though he finds himself face to face with none other than General Manager AWOL. The crowd screams accordingly, putting their hands together at the menacing figment that is the Big Crazy Bastard, especially since he now finds himself face to face with the King of Monsters. The two former teammates again find their paths crossing one another, like they’ve done many times before. The War Angel puts on a snide glare at the sight of AWOL, overlooking him slowly with great distrust. His hand slowly slips onto the Livewire title over his shoulder while both individuals continue to glare into each other’s eyes, neither one backing down or showing even the slightest indication of fear.

Chapel: Well, well, GM AWOL, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit? Come back here to try and get into a battle of wits with me once again? Come along to take some shots at my character?

Instead of replying AWOL just glares straight into Chapel’s judgmental features, the War Angel enjoying the possibility of ribbing his former teammate. Although he wishes to continue, Chapel stops though, rearing his head and forcing an eyebrow upward, as if coming to a realization.

Chapel: Uh oh. Big bad AWOL unable to say anything? I can’t recall a time when you’ve ever been silent. That must mean one thing, your having trouble coming to terms with what you have to say to me. You’re here to ask me for a favor aren’t you AWOL. I guess when I buried my pride and stood out there earlier while you gave your little rara speech to the idiots in the back , wasn’t good enough for you, huh? You have to come back here and make sure I got the message loud and clear. You’ve got to take a special trip to ask me for my assistance.

Chapel smirks still while becoming relaxed in posture, still staring at the silent, emotionless face of AWOL. For once the GM is just taking it all in instead of responding, which appears to make Chapel very enthused.

Chapel: I can’t believe it, AWOL, is it actually possible for you to be doing this? For you to completely abandon all your morales because you know you can’t beat the Alpha Generation without me? Are you really going to allow yourself to be that hypocritical? This is priceless, look at you, standing here sweating in your power suit knowing what you need to say, but unable to do it because you know it goes against everything you believe in. After all the time you spent belittling me, now you’ve come to ask for my help.

The smirking War Angel steps right up in front of AWOL’s face, yet much like he’s shown throughout the majority of the night, the GM will not be backed down even when faced with physical aggression. As a result the smile on Chapel’s face widens.

Chapel: You know, since I see you standing here in my dressing room, willing to betray your principles, it touches me, it really does, and it slightly interests me in possibly joining this little army your putting together. Yes, believe it or not, I’m willing to let bygones by bygones and work with you again. But unlike everyone else AWOL, I need some incentives, I need a little extra to motivate me. Which is why I think you should get on your knees and beg me to join your army.

With an extension of his finger, Chapel drawls AWOL’s attention to the gray carpet beneath their feet.

Chapel: That shouldn’t be too hard for you, now should it, AWOL? Just get to your knees and beg me to join your team and then I’ll do it. You’ll have the most powerful, talented athlete on the entire roster in your army. I’m not asking too much....

AWOL: Chapel, just shut the fuck up.

The King of Monsters is stunned by this reaction, pulling his head back and glaring at AWOL with angry eyes. The Livewire title slips off his shoulder into the palm of his hand, stepping up, ready for a physical altercation while the GM just smiles in front of him.

AWOL: I did come back here to inspire you to join my army, but I’m not going to kiss your ass to make sure you do it. After all, you’ll do it anyway. Because you’ll remember what happened last week, you’ll recall how the majority of these Alpha Generation members have been thorns in your side in the past. But more importantly....

To add emphasis to his statement AWOL points down at the Livewire title hanging from Chapel’s possession, the Big Crazy Bastard slowly lifting it into the air.

AWOL: You’ll realize sooner or later, if you don’t take a stand now, the AG is going to do everything in their power to take that belt from you. And if I can’t stop them, then you sure as hell won’t be able to either.

Chapel continues to glare at the belt he spilt so much blood to obtain at Paranoia IV, remembering the hell he endured to become a champion once again. AWOL steps back towards the door, grabbing the knob and opening it slowly before turning to stare back at Chapel one last time.

AWOL: I’m not going to grovel at your feet, I’m not going to beg, hell, I’m not even going to say please, because I know, that even though you hate the very ground I walk on, you’ll make the right choice eventually. The one that will benefit you the most.

The door shuts behind AWOL, the GM leaving the Livewire Champion with a lot to think about just moments before his first title defense here tonight.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



CHAPEL © VS. ROXAS KNOXX
LIVEWIRE CHAMPIONSHIP


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 with the Livewire title wrapped about his shoulder. 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.

Dan: And finally, we’re ready for the main event of the evening, and after a crazy night, I’m kind of glad it’s come to an end. My heart can’t take much more excitement after all.

Mayne: Especially with your jelly donut diet. But anyway, I have to say that its nice to see Chapel out here ready to compete.

Dan: But just last week you were lam-bashing him endlessly.

Billy: So what if I flip flop, John Kerry does it all the time. But this is the first title defense since Chapel won that Livewire title, and I dare say it should be a classic one. Just as long as he doesn’t allow that idiot AWOL to get into his head.

Chapel has removed the Livewire title from around his waist, handing it off to the official. Just as referee Ingelson takes hold of the belt, the War Angel drags it back towards him, glaring into the eyes of the official, giving him a warning through a foul glare. School of HardKnoxx by POD now hits the PA system, inciting a loud ovation from the crowd as Roxas Knoxx emerges through the curtains, examining her surroundings with great speculation. She appears flustered, somewhat agitated by what happened earlier in the night, but she doesn’t allow it to bother her, immediately commencing down the ramp. The fans reach over the barricade for a high five but due to her lack of trust she fails to give in and reciprocate. Instead she remains focused on the entry way and Chapel, who is warming up in the ring. After briefly holding her ribs which causes her some strain she slips into the ring under the ropes then jumps to her feet, eyeing the War Angel closely.

Mayne: Wait, Chapel’s facing this glorified T&A act?

Douglas: Come off it now Billy, she’s much more than that. She’s beat Zack Nolan last week, and time after time she’s proven what she’s capable of doing in that ring.

Billy: Yeah, boring me to tears. I mean, look at this, there’s no possible way she can win, she’s outweighed by over a hundred pounds! Chapel is going to squash her and that will be the end of it.

Dan: I think your grossly misjudging her already Billy. In fact, she might be more fired up than ever after what happened earlier in the night with her and Aurora Rose.

Mayne: The only way that fight would have been enjoyable is if it were contested in pudding.

The nimble Roxas is limbering up in the corner, getting herself ready while staring straight across the ring at a smirking, almost arrogant Chapel. The King of Monsters doesn’t appear impressed, and neither does Roxas. The bell finally sounds to kick start this contest as both individuals hesitantly begin to circle one another. Surprisingly, Roxas demands that they tie up with one another, Chapel’s eyebrow raising in a speculative manner. An almost snide smirk settles on his face as the Livewire Champion steps in, he and Knoxx locking arms in a collar elbow tie up. With ease and almost arrogance Chapel shoves Roxas’ light frame down to the canvas, sending her rolling across the ring backwards onto her seat. Her spine hits the ropes while her eyes raise to settle on Chapel who is backing up with a less than impressed expression. Yet Roxas will not be embarrassed, immediately getting to her feet and demanding another collar elbow tie. Chapel smirks and rolls his eyes before he steps towards Knoxx, reaching out to lock up with her when Roxas ducks under his arms, getting behind his back. She delivers a hard kick right to the back of his thigh, Chapel groaning as a result. Another kick strike his quadricep muscle, causing him to limp a bit, Knoxx’s attempt being to bring him down to the size perhaps. She then turns, rushing into the cables with her opponent momentarily weakened. After bouncing off the cables she comes running back in only for Chapel to turn and throw a lariat at her. She ducks it though and switches behind his back, wrapping her arms around his waist. Some of the fans get a chuckle as Roxas tries to hoist the 300 pound Chapel into the air, yet can’t get him up whatsoever for the move. Therefore Chapel just stands there, again grinning confidently then using his size to push himself into a rotation in order to face Roxas, grabbing her quickly around the neck. Knoxx is unable to fight it as her nimble frame is hoisted into a vertical suplex position, but suddenly she floats over, showing agility while landing on her feet behind the War Angel again. She then charges into the cables behind him, bouncing off and coming back in as Chapel spins around and catches her with a tilt a whirl. Again she counters, wrapping her legs around Chapel’s neck and dragging him around into several rotations before snapping off with the move. Chapel is flipped over, crashing onto his back then rolling to his knees, stunned by the quick move.

Douglas: Look at this, Roxas really cooking here in the early goings of this match, surprisingly taking it to her much larger opponent. She needs to keep using this speed advantage.

Mayne: You can only run so long before you get tired Dan. And sooner or later, when Roxas is exhausted from all this running around, the big bad bully that is Chapel will catch up with her. Believe me, I know from experience, I still have wedgie scars from highschool.

Roxas steps towards the kneeling and still reeling Chapel, slapping on a front gantry to drop back into a DDT while he is in this position. Instead Chapel places his hands to her gut, shoving her off backwards into the cables. Knoxx bounces off the ropes then comes charging in and jumping into the air with a stiff basement dropkick right to Chapel’s jaw. The strike knocks him onto his back while causing his eyes to flutter, bordering on unconsciousness. Roxas quickly scurries into the cover on him, hooking his leg.

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Chapel presses Roxas off of him, throwing her over onto the canvas where she lands on all fours. The War Angel begins to push himself to his feet then, getting to his knees when Knoxx stands up, steps in and takes him around the head, dropping back into a DDT that plants the Livewire Champion hard head first into the canvas. Cheers come from the fans as Chapel rolls onto his spine, Knoxx going for another quick pin by hooking the leg.

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Again Chapel kicks out, sitting up, turning away, doing everything to get away from his quicker opponent. Knoxx stands up and stomps Chapel to the back of the head several times before jumping over him, continuing into the cables right at his side. She jumps onto the middle rope, springing off into a moonsault, but Chapel rolls out of the way, causing Knoxx to change things up, alternating into a feet first drop onto the canvas. With the grace of a cat she steadies herself while Chapel uses the ropes to get to his feet. Realizing he may still be dazed, Roxas comes rushing in, grabbing him around the neck while he is bent forward and then turning him so that she can step up the ropes. She pushes herself off the top one then swings around for a tornado DDT, but Chapel shoves her off, sending her flying through the air. Ultimately she lands on her feet though, showing more agility before Chapel almost takes her head off with a running lariat. The crowd groans the sheer impact of the clothesline that causes Roxas to almost flip over backwards, hitting the ring across the back of her neck and noggin. She then bounces off the ring back up to her posterior, wrapping her hands in pain around her neck.

Mayne: What did I tell you, Dan? You can only run so long before the Hardcore Messiah catches up with you.

Dan: The impact of that lariat was downright disturbing. It had to have left Roxas in more of a confused state than watching and wondering what sexual preference Burt and Ernie are suppose to have.

The trauma inflicted on her neck continues to hamper the seated Roxas before Chapel steps in, sinking his fingers into her hair. He now lifts up on it, in turn hoisting Roxas high into the air then dragging her back down to the ring with tremendous force. The collision causes Roxas to writhe on the canvas while Chapel pulls hair from his fingers, then charges into the cables at her side. He bounces off then comes back in, jumping high into the air, while extending his leg. It connects right across Roxas’ face, her entire body kicking into the air as a result. With Knoxx down Chapel rises to his feet then rushes into the cables again, bouncing off. He comes charging back in before jumping into the air, extending his elbow this time, which meets with the canvas, many fans cheering as Roxas rolled out of the way in the nick of time. This left Chapel connecting elbow first with the ring, sitting up while holding onto his arm as a result. He starts to push himself to his feet again before a dazed Roxas steps in, connecting with a hard kick to his sternum, then delivering the same strike again. She now slaps Chapel across the face with a stiff strike, briefly knocking him through a loop before he again places his hands to her gut, shoving her backwards across the ring. Roxas is sent into a spin after the shove then turns around to face Chapel, who is getting to his feet. She quickly steps in and jumps into the air, wrapping her legs around his neck then falling back with a huge hurricarana. The force of which flips Chapel over, sending him crashing hard back first into the canvas. He sits up, pain depicted in his eyes yet forcing himself to his feet, doubled over as Knoxx rushes into the cables behind him. She bounces off, coming back in and catching Chapel around the neck, setting up for the bulldog only for the War Angel to place his hand to her spine, shoving her forward into the cables. Roxas bounces off and comes back in when Chapel side steps her, placing his hands to her gut, shoving her up high into the air. The fans scream as Knoxx catches tremendous height then comes crashing back down violently face first into the canvas. The force of the impact leaves her flattened on the canvas, not much life left in her eyes.

Chapel then bounces off the cables though, rushing in then jumping into the air as he extends his back, coming down with a hard senton splash right on across the lower back of Knoxx. Actually, his spine engulfs her entire back, squashing her petite frame beneath him. Knoxx screams out in agony from the collision before rolling onto her spine, her hands reaching for her kidneys and an apathetic Chapel falling backwards into the cover. He doesn’t even bother to hook her leg.

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Knoxx gets her shoulder off the canvas again, turning away from Chapel who appears a bit agitated now. He turns onto his knees and places his hand to her head, shoving it several times.

Chapel: What are you trying to prove, huh? What are you trying to prove?

Chapel crawls forward into the cover again, hooking her leg, perhaps thinking he talked some sense into her.

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The fans scream as Knoxx gets her shoulder up once more. She turns away from Chapel, a bit of blood dribbling from the side of her mouth, possible internal injuries caused by both collisions from the War Angel. Chapel scoots forward, wrapping his arm around Roxas’ neck and pulling her to her knees, applying an effective front gantry. If she won’t stay down with a pin, maybe she’ll just tap or pass out to this hold. Knoxx isn’t content with either possible outcome, beginning to push her knees into the canvas while shoving herself upward from the ring, Chapel still holding onto the front gantry with all his muscle and might. The crowd is screaming for Roxas to get up, while others implore her to stay down. However, the only thing she’s listening to is herself while forcing herself upward inch by agonizingly painful inch. Chapel is also forced to stand up throughout the process, clamping on tighter with the front gantry. Once they both get to their feet though, the War Angel realizes she just won’t throw in the towel, so while keeping her in the hold he uses his free arm to club her to the kidneys several times. He then reaches out, hooking her leg and lifting her before dropping back into a hard fisherman suplex. All the wind seems to be sucked out of Knoxx’s body thanks to the pin.

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Another ovation comes from the fans as Roxas shoots her shoulder from the ring in the ultimate act of defiance. She falls to her side while Chapel sits up, a menacing glare captured in his eyes. His face is tense, his teeth chattering while rising to his feet slowly. While Knoxx turns onto her gut though, Chapel turns and drops a quick elbow into the small of her back, Roxas shouting in pain as a result. Some more blood begins to dribble from the side of her mouth before she starts to force herself upward. Even with possible internal hemriging, she is still getting to her feet before Chapel steps in and wraps his arms around her waist. He forces her up to her feet in a gut wrench position and then hoists her up onto his shoulder. She is only there for a second before being thrown down with almost a modified awesome bomb directly into the canvas. Her body ricochets off the canvas violently, popping up onto her side as a result with a very far off, trance like glaze to her eyes. Chapel steps back after hitting the move, swiping his thumb over his nostrils and leaning spine first against the turnbuckle.

Chapel: Get up from that!

He doesn’t even bother to go for the pin, instead opting to see how strong Roxas really is. His hand extends outward, motioning for her to get up. Yet Roxas is still down, showing very little signs of life, her body very violently slammed against that canvas and having great lingering effects. Strangely Chapel is still hanging back though, not going for the pin, almost entertained by her struggle to get to her feet. Roxas starts to push herself upwards though, the crowd willing her on, everyone getting to their feet in support of her. Even though Knoxx hasn’t done a lot to ingratiate herself to these people, they’re solidly behind her now, trying to give her the strength to stand up. As she forces herself, closer and closer to a standing base, Chapel watches on, smirking slightly, amused or possibly even impressed by his much smaller opponent’s courage. Knoxx wipes some blood from the side of her mouth, finally getting her feet beneath her then turning towards Chapel who steps in, catching her around the neck, then the thigh. He drops back, flipping her over his head with the t-bone suplex. A loud gasp comes from the fans as Roxas is driven hard into the ring, her back arching from the canvas and her eyes sealing shut from the agony coursing through her frame.

Mayne: Hahahaha, Roxas goes through all that trouble to stand up, and yet she’s driven right back down to the canvas. The War Angel is toying with her like a hippopotamus with a small raft.

Dan: Why you couldn’t just simply said, “a cat with a mouse,” and went with an analogy that makes no sense is beyond me. Anyway, Roxas Knoxx showing she does have a fighting heart, and that she wants that Livewire title no matter what the cost.

Instead of going for the pin, Chapel again makes his way across the ring into one of the corners, the Livewire Champion leaning back first against it. He leaves Roxas to force herself up to her feet again, yet this time she appears almost incapable of doing so. Referee Ingelson almost seems to be asking Chapel to cover her and end this match, yet the King of Monsters won’t do it, ordering Roxas to get up. Once more the fans start in with chants, cheers, screams of support for Knoxx, who is trying to force her mangled body upward. Although her mind is clouded with pain, she knows the title is up for grabs, her first belt since joining this company. She begins to force herself upward again, her hands desperately clasping at the air, trying to find something to pull herself up. Chapel is seated on the top rope in the turnbuckle now, watching this with a nod of his head. The grin is gone and replaced with almost admiration while Knoxx gets closer and closer to a standing base, doubled over with her back still killing her though. Chapel even raises his hands into the air, beginning to clap them together as Knoxx gets to her feet, still bent forward with blood dribbling from the side of her mouth. Although, Chapel doesn’t allow his support to get in the way of the match, dropping to his feet, marching straight for her. Roxas turns though, launching a right hand into Chapel’s jaw that gets a wave of cheers from the crowd. She then launches another shot into his mouth, the much larger Chapel actually staggered by the strikes. Knoxx launches a weak chop into his sternum, but follows it up with a stronger, stiffer one, slowly regaining her strength with every offensive maneuver. Chapel is stunned by these moves from Knoxx, every time he takes a step forward he’s knocked back a bit more with a right or chop from the challenger for his title.

Roxas now kicks him to the gut, causing Chapel to bend forward but stand right back up, interlocking his hands for a double axehandle. Instead of connecting with the move he’s kicked to the stomach once more, bending him over forward. She steps in for a kick to his jaw but Chapel catches her ankle, holding it in the air while staring furiously into her face. Before he has time to capitalize on this predicament, Knoxx jumps into the air, swinging around with her foot for an inzugari, but Chapel ducks it. This causes Roxas to land on the canvas in front of him, with Chapel still holding onto her ankle then pulling it towards him. Both of her legs end up on opposite sides of Chapel’s waist while he bends forward, wrapping his arms around her stomach then hoisting her into the air. He is going for the wheelbarrow suplex but Roxas is able to use the momentum to her advantage by balling up her body and rolling over top of his shoulder. She lands on her feet right behind Chapel who turns around to face her, receiving a kick to the gut before Roxas places him in a front gantry. Roxas shoots her other arm into the air, signaling for the twist of fait before she swings around, placing him in the diamond cutter position. But Chapel counters by again using his strength to shove her off forward into the ropes, perhaps going for another press upon her return. Instead Roxas jumps onto the second rope as she charges into them, springing off then twisting her nimble frame into a frog crossbody that connects with the War Angel. Chapel is taken off of his feet with Roxas coming down on top of him, the fans cheering as Ingelson slides into make the count.

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Chapel kicks out to the shock of the fans, several hoping that Knoxx had the title won there, others still staunchly behind the War Angel. His eyes are wide with disbelief while he turns away from Roxas, who gets to her feet and kicks him to the forehead. She grabs him by the back of the cranium, throwing several forearm strikes into the side of his face before spinning around into a back heel chop to his cranium. Chapel is almost knocked off his knees from the strikes before Roxas pulls his head under her seat, beginning to drag him to his feet, albeit hunched over to connect with the After Shock (flipping piledriver). Before she can though, Chapel turns his body, instead placing his shoulders to her gut, lifting her up into the air in a fireman’s carry. He then throws her up a bit, perhaps going for a gorilla press from that position but Knoxx turns, catching him around the neck and dragging him head first into the canvas with a brutal DDT. Chapel bounces off the ring skull first and drops onto his back, the fans putting their hands together.

Douglas: A huge counter by Roxas, battered insides and all.

Mayne: Damn her brother for inspiring her to wrestle!

Dan: Your really running out of ways to take shots at people, aren’t you Billy?

The crowd is still buzzing over what they just witnessed, while Roxas rolls away from the Livewire Champion who is now trying his best to stand up. Although his head is clearing killing him, much like the insides of Knoxx, both individuals force themselves to their feet. Just as they get up, Chapel steps in with a right hand to Roxas’ jaw, staggering her but surprisingly not taking her down. Knoxx now responds with a closed fist of her own to the side of Chapel’s head. The War Angel is staggered as a result before he responds with another right hand. This time Roxas ducks it though, stepping around behind his back before Chapel turns to face her, receiving a kick to the gut for his troubles before being placed in front gantry. Knoxx swings around with her other arm and then pulls Chapel down with a huge twist of fait that drives him face first into the ring. A loud pop comes from the crowd as Chapel slams off the ring then falls onto his back, staring up at the rafters with a very dazed glint in his eyes. Still feeding off the energy, Roxas gets to her feet, rushing into the cables at Chapel’s side, bouncing off then doing a little jig before brushing off her shoulder and falling fist first directly into the War Angel’s face. The crowd has a mixed reaction at the site of the Hardknoxx Knuxx. The impact causes Chapel to flop on the canvas though then roll across the ring, spilling under the ropes to the outside. He lands on his feet somehow, the Livewire Champion stepping across the cables, trying to fight through the several impacts his head has taken thus far in this match. He doesn’t even spot, or hear the heavy breathing of Knoxx as she climbs one of the turnbuckles, getting to the top rope behind him. The Champion is still staggering before he turns to face Roxas who jumps off the top rope, at first going into a shooting star press but then turning it into a twisting crossbody right on top of him. The entire arena goes nuts, many fans slapping the steel plates of the barricade in excitement of the insane high flying move just performed by the challenger for the Livewire Champion.

Fans: IWC, IWC, IWC, IWC!

Dan: What a high flying move by Roxas Knoxx!

Mayne: I don’t even know what to call that. Not that I care to try to, but I don’t.

Everyone is still going nuts, only a few occupied seats remaining while both Roxas and Chapel lie on the mats, both of them fighting to reach their feet. They are both glassy eyed and winded, but Knoxx is the first to stand, blood still dripping from her mouth. With Chapel kneeling beside her, she steps in with a haymaker that lands square on his face. She now spins around and connects with a hard kick right to the side of his head. The strikes almost take Chapel down, yet somehow he remains standing, Knoxx resorting to desperate measures once more as she jumps onto the apron. Holding her back she steps across the apron, waiting for Chapel to stand up on the mats below, the War Angel doing so slowly. She then charges in, jumping straight at Chapel who reaches out, catching her on top of his hands in a gorilla press position. He now turns towards the turnbuckle and throws her hard back first into it. The sheer force of the toss caused Knoxx’s body to turn with her legs falling towards the mats, with her back taking the brunt of the impact with the post. The fans react with another wave of disbelief and shock as Roxas collapses onto the mats face first, reaching for her spine in tremendous pain.

Mayne: Oh my God, Roxas is dead, she’s dead.

Douglas: I wouldn’t go that far with your hyperbole Billy, but she may have just been seriously hurt by being thrown into that ring post, especially considering the state of her internal organs.

Chapel leans against the apron for support, shaking off the effects of all the strikes he took the head. Before him, Roxas is trying to push herself up, but can’t find the strength to do so, her back absolutely inflamed with pain. While prone like this, incapable of defending herself, Chapel steps in, taking her by the hair, leading her to her feet and putting her on the apron. He steps up onto the apron as well behind her, dragging her to a standing base. She’s barely able to stand, let alone fight off Chapel who hoists her into the air while loaded on top of his shoulder before the War Angel jumps off the apron, dragging her down with a back drop suplex right on top of it. Again the crowd gasps and groans while Roxas screams out in agony, her back having connected with the apron with extreme stiffness and velocity. She squeezes her eyes together, calling out in tremendous pain before beginning to roll under the ropes to the interior of the ring. In firm control, Chapel slips into the ring, realizing this could be his last chance to pin her, diving into the cover.

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No, Roxas kicks out again to much hoopla from those gathered. The War Angel sits up, absolutely fuming over the fact that after both high impact moves on the spine, Roxas will still not stay down. Many of the fans are starting a Roxas Knoxx chant as Chapel gets to his feet, moving towards her quickly. Even though she had the power to kick out, she may not have the strength to do much else as she’s dragged to her feet. Chapel buries his shoulders to her spine, standing up with her extended over his back then dropping to his seat, connecting with the torture rack back breaker, his Cardinal Sin. The whiplash sends Roxas into a spin before she crashes to the canvas across her chest and stomach, appearing to be completely out of it now. Chapel turns, shoving her onto her back and hooking her leg.

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Everyone rejoices over the fact that Knoxx again got her shoulder up just in time. Chapel stands up after this kick out, stepping back with wide eyes, his fingers running through his hair in disbelief over the fact that she was able to get her shoulder up in the nick of time again.

Mayne: I can’t believe this. Roxas just won’t stay down. It’s like she’s enjoying this suffering.

Dan: Of course she isn’t Billy, but at the same time she’s got to be getting use to it if she wants that Livewire title around her waist.

The Roxas chant from the crowd continues to grow as Chapel swipes his hands through the air, the Champion motioning that this is over. He steps towards Knoxx, taking her by the hair while she doesn’t even appear to have the power to even move now. Roxas is rolled to her knees before he head is pulled between Chapel’s legs, perhaps setting up for the Apocalypse, the hangman’s DDT. He lifts Roxas up onto his shoulder and catches both of her arms, holding her in a crucifix before stepping forward to turn and DDT her into the canvas. He throws her up into the air a bit behind him before turning around to catch her head, but Roxas switches her body around to land right on top his shoulders, snapping back into a huge hurricarana. The fans erupt as Chapel is flipped over, crashing onto his back, rolling across the ring in an astonished state while Roxas just lies on the canvas, barely moving. Somehow, defying all common logic in the process, Roxas gets to all fours, reaching for her lower back which has sustained a great deal of punishment throughout this contest. Her eyes cut to Chapel who is just now reaching his feet, still stunned by the way that Knoxx countered the Apocalypse. He turns towards her, moving in quickly when Roxas gets to her feet then jumps into the air. She connects with a dropsault, both feet firmly connecting with his sternum and knocking him backwards into the corner. He falls against it for support, his arms tumbling over the ropes while a very dazed expression settles over his face. Knoxx gets to her feet, still holding her spine before she comes rushing in at Chapel, jumping into the air, burying her feet against his gut then wrapping her hands around the back of his head. She drops back for the monkey flip but Chapel wraps his arms around her legs, turning his back towards the ring then dropping in reverse. He flips Roxas over completely, sending her crashing hard back first into the canvas again.

Mayne: Thankfully, every time Roxas Knoxx starts to build momentum, Chapel just shuts her down again.

Douglas: Your blatant hate of some of these competitors just awes me sometimes Billy. But your right on this occasion, Roxas just can’t keep anything going against the War Angel, her body is far too fatigued after the hard bumps it’s taken in this contest.

More and more fans are jumping on the Roxas bandwagon while she tries her best to stand up, rolling away from Chapel with more blood spilling through her lips, who knows what going on beneath her lovely exterior. Chapel gets to his feet slowly in the corner beside her before turning slightly, digging his fingers into the top turnbuckle pad. In an act of rage Chapel rips the pad clean from the corner, exposing the steel beneath it. The big man pulls himself up onto the second rope in reverse. He momentarily steadies himself then dives off with an extension of his leg, but Roxas moves out of the way in the nick of time. This causes Chapel to crash hard posterior first into the ring, his face shaking from the pain running through his spine. Roxas begins to stand up, even though her back is really weighing her down, realizing this could be the last chance to finally put the Livewire Champion away. Chapel is already getting back to his feet before Roxas steps in, blasting him to the jaw with a closed fist then grabbing him bu the wrist. She drags him up to a standing base then spots the exposed turnbuckle, whipping him right at it. Somehow Chapel reverses though, instead sending Knoxx charging at the steel, the crowd gasping before she catches the cables in both of her hands. She narrowly avoids crashing into it before turning towards Chapel who is rushing in, jumping into the air to splash her against the corner only for Knoxx to again step out of the way in the nick of time. Chapel’s eyes widen as he crashes right into the exposed turnbuckle, bouncing off but landing on his feet, staggering a bit before Roxas steps in quickly. She takes him around the head, stepping up onto the second rope then diving off with the fans still screaming, pulling him around into a huge tornado DDT. Chapel’s head crashes violently into the ring before he bounces off and falls onto his back, Roxas lying beside him, holding her aching back. The fans are pleading with her to make the pin before Knoxx finally rolls towards him, dropping her arm over his sternum. Ingelson drops down to make the count.

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Everyone is shocked as Chapel shoots his shoulder from the canvas right before the official’s hand could slap the canvas one last time.

Mayne: Yes, yes, Chapel kicked out, he’s still the Livewire Champion!

Douglas: I don’t know how he did it though, Roxas should have had the belt one on that exchange.

Billy: Chapel is superhuman dammit, not pussy superhuman like Nightcrawler, I’m talking Juggernaut superhuman here.

Dan: Can you possibly get anymore lame?

The crowd is still buzzing over the fact that Chapel narrowly avoided defeat as Roxas forces herself to her feet. Her back is killing her, yet she stands up nonetheless, locking her sights on the turnbuckle. The fans know what she’s going for as she approaches the nearest one, possibly setting to end this thing once and for all with the Hardknoxx Life, her second rope shooting star press. Just as she begins to approach it, official Ingelson notices the exposed turnbuckle pad, moving towards it. He grabs the ripped padding off the canvas and tries to put it over the exposed steel bolt while behind him, Roxas is climbing up onto the diagonal turnbuckle slowly. Her back is still keeping her from reaching the top rope though before the crowd starts to scream, Psycho charging down the ramp.

Douglas: Hold on, wait a minute here, what is Psycho doing coming out here?

Mayne: Attack Chapel, get him disqualified, that way he can’t possibly lose the title.

The crowd is still standing, watching closely as Psycho slides into the ring, beginning to motion frantically for Chapel to stand up. His eyes are full of tension, rage and dementia, frothing at the mouth over the prospect of getting his hands on the War Angel. The Livewire Champion doesn’t even see him as he tries to struggle to get to his feet, yet Psycho is still bent forward, urging him upward while stomping both feet to the canvas. He can’t wait to get his hands on Chapel, to continue where they last left off, but the War Angel isn’t getting up fast enough. So Psycho steps towards him, licking his lips in anticipation before turning and rushing up behind Roxas, jumping onto the turnbuckle behind her. He wraps his arms around her neck while she was stepping up onto the top rope to balance herself and drops back, flipping her over with a release Psychotic Episode. A wave of shock descends over the crowd as Roxas crashes hard off the canvas then flips over sideways onto the ring, completely knocked out of by that cobra clutch suplex off the turnbuckle. Psycho rolls to his knees, glaring at Chapel who has pushed himself to a crawling base long enough to cross eyes with the Sadistic One.

Douglas: WHAT THE HELL!?!

Mayne: Psycho just attacked Roxas Knoxx! What a strange, yet welcomed turn of events.

The fans are jumping all over Psycho’s case, yet he can’t even hear them, just continues to stare in the direction of Chapel, both their eyes interlocked. The War Angel doesn’t even seem to know what to think of this before Psycho finally rolls to the outside of the ring, just in time to avoid being spotted by Ingelson who gave up on repairing the turnbuckle. Ingelson seems bewildered as to how Roxas got in this predicament with Chapel rising to his knees beside her, but shrugs his shoulders and goes about his duties nevertheless. Chapel can’t seem to remove his shocked, stunned eyes from Psycho who is backing up the ramp. The former Livewire Champion is licking his lips and smirking insidiously in the King of Monster’s direction. Chapel finally turns towards Roxas, who is completely laid out on the canvas, grabbing her by the hair. Although it’s clear that this is not the way he wanted this to end, he drags her head under his seat and lifts her into a crucifix position. All the while he is glaring at Psycho backing up the black ramp before stepping forward and throwing Roxas into the air. He turns, catching her around the head and driving her down to the canvas with the Apocalypse. Unlike before she was left unable to counter after that vicious suplex from the top rope, forcing her to tumble head first violently into the canvas until she finally ends up spread across her back.

Dan: The Apocalypse by Chapel! After Roxas was given that Psychotic Episode from the top rope, with those injured ribs it’s got to be academic now.

Mayne: Pin her, pin her for the love of God!

An exhausted, yet confused Chapel rolls into the cover, throwing his arm over Roxas while Psycho watches with a disturbing grin from the outside of the ring. The referee drops down and makes the count.

1

2

3!

A loud mixed response commences from the sold out crowd, everyone stunned over the outcome of this match while Chapel rises slowly, glaring at the man who just assisted him in victory tonight.

Mayne: Chapel’s done it, yes, yes!! He’s retained his Livewire title.

Dan: That was a classic performance by both athletes. Roxas really showed what she is made of tonight by taking a hall of famer to the limit, pushing him to the brink and almost winning that Livewire title.

Roxas rolls to her side, holding her ribs, trying to snap out of her dazed, incoherent state, yet unable to do so for the most part. Those last two moves having inflicted a great deal of trauma on her cranium.

Dan: What a surprisingly good main event, with an even more shocking ending. I can’t believe Psycho just helped Chapel out.

Mayne: First we had Nathan helping Orlando, now we have Psycho coming to Chapel’s aid? What the fuck is going on here tonight? Has the whole world just gone batshit crazy!?! None of this makes any sense.

Dan: Billy, calm down and lay off the cialis..

Chapel is standing in the ring now with the Livewire title draped over his shoulder, his chest heaving with sweat rolling down his very exhausted, exasperated frame. His eyes are focused on Psycho who is standing right in front of the curtains, glaring at the King of Monsters with a twisted grin on his face still.

Psycho: Have I changed enough Chapel? Huh, have I!?! Have I proven myself to you now? Hahahaha.

The questions only plague Chapel with even greater befuddlement while he adjusts the belt over his shoulder, still recovering from an intense title defense. His eyes slowly raise to lock on Psycho’s, a small grin beginning to come to his face though.

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