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, exhilarated 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!



THE NATION OF THE ALPHA GENERATION


“Killing in the Name Of” hits the PA system, causing the crowd to become rabid with anger. The music kicks in before the pyro even has the chance to go off or introductions could be made. The opening tunes of the Alpha Generation seem to cut off everything rather abruptly as through the curtains now stride the group that the fans have grown to despise over the many months they’ve been subjected to their presence. Dancing laser lights highlight their arrival, as the camera pans over the crowd and strangely a steel cage that is hanging in the rafters above the ring. Leading the way is Desolation and Hurse, the World title glistening over the shoulder of the Champion who gazes about with a very foul expression on his face. The Dark Man gives off much of the same repulsed look as he observes the fans who are highly critical of his presence. Behind the backs of these two gentlemen, march a defiant Jackson Adams, a rather pompous yet deranged Too Magnificent, and a quick moving Zack Nolan, a flag placed on a pole over his shoulder. The flag blows in the wind, revealing the Alpha Generation colors and emblem on it, a stand attacked to the bottom of the pole. The five Alpha Generation representatives march towards the ring with defiance.

Dan Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, this is IWC Riot!, and as you can see we’re kicking off tonight’s show the worse way possible, with the introduction of the Alpha Generation. Why these guys feel they need to kick start our show just about every week is beyond me.

Billy Mayne: What greater group of talents would you put out here to start off our show, to pull in the ratings? There’s nobody on the roster who has the talent, the skills that these men possess, the sheer star power. The Alpha Generation equal ratings, Dan.

Dan: Yes, they equal an immediate drop in ratings.

Billy: Do you get your ratings from the same imaginary place Orlando Cruze does?

The crowd is still vocalizing their utter disgust and outrage as to the arrival of these five individuals who move to the very end of the ramp. They gather together at the very edge of the ramp, stopping right where the steel meets the ramp while staring out over the fans who are clearly voicing their disapproval. Their outrage only seems to amuse those AG members as Desolation reveals a microphone in the palm of his hand, lifting it slowly towards his face.

Desolation: Ladies and gentlemen of the peanut gallery, again, like an answer to your prayers, the Alpha Generation have opted to come out here and cut a brief, albeit important speech. One with much greater entertainment value than AWOL’s little spiel last week when he made a declaration of war. A speech about as corny and cliche you’d expect it to come from the mouth of Nathan Creed, or Aurora Rose. Shamefully it originated from a former World Champion though....

Hurse pokes Desolation on the shoulder, as the Dark Man leans towards the current champion who whispers something into his ear. Desolation rolls his eyes and nods his head before beginning to speak again.

Desolation: Oh, Hurse would like me to mention that it’s not surprising for former World Champion’s to produce such cheesy rhetoric, considering some of the champions we’ve had in the past. I mean Jesus, we had a Champion who killed a man over the poor preparation of his eggs, and another who threw himself off the top of a building bi-weekly.

Hurse motions for the mic to be pulled towards him as Desolation lifts it in the direction of his lips.

Hurse: Yeah, what kind of man kills himself to draw attention to his plight? Pathetic!

The Alpha Gen members in the background roll their eyes, hanging their heads shamefully. Jackson Adams in particular seems to recall Hurse’s suicidal attempts to gain exposure in the past. Nevertheless, Desolation continues with his speech.

Desolation: But jokes about former World Champions and AWOL aside, seeing as we could stand out here all night long and rant about how God awful the General Manager is or how many pointless one week title reigns there’s been in the past, its time to get down to the business at hand, the meaning for this whole little meeting. Some may wonder why we’ve brought with us our own flag, and decided to march on the ring. Don’t worry, this has nothing to do with equal rights, as we’re all pretty much the whitest most heterosexual guys on the whole roster. Even more heterosexual than that nice upstanding gentleman I faced last week.

Hurse: Um, Deso, you faced Aurora Rose last week.

This revelation seems to stun and offend Desolation.

Desolation: Are you serious? Well then I stand by my statement. Maybe Bob’s striptease had greater effects on my brain than I had earlier thought though. But I’m clear minded in this impending decision. Since AWOL decided to declare war on us last week, we’re going to engage him in combat, and seize the equivalent of our first nation. Therefore the ring will serve as our version of Poland, as we, the Alpha Generation officially take control of it, by marking our territory. With a flag, not our urine. Since it’s slightly more gentlemanly, and they’ll actually let us air footage of the flag planting.

Desolation and Hurse step aside, watching as Nolan moves forward, putting the Alpha Generation flag on the outside mats. Jackson Adams and Too Magnificent step back, their hands held over their forehead, saluting the flag. The flag stand symbolically at the end of the ramp, a proud reminder of the rich Alpha Generation heritage, a history and present that disgusts the crowd. Finally the Dark Man pitches the microphone to Hurse who moves forward slowly to the ring, Too Magnificent, Jackson Adams, and Zack Nolan following closely behind.

Douglas: What the hell is this? Were they high when they came up with this?

Mayne: High on pride Dan, high on pride.

Both the Dark Man and Hurse stop on the apron, saluting the Alpha Generation flag as it blows in the wind. Their support for is short lived, Hurse slowly raising the microphone to his lips now.

Hurse: That’s right ladies and gentlemen, the ring has now officially become part of the nation of the Alpha Generation. Yes, I’m well aware that had a clever rhyme scheme, which automatically makes it better than any rap John Cena has ever produced. The fact remains though, this ring stands smack dab in the middle of our Nation.

They slip through the ropes, joining the rest of the Alpha Generation who have gathered within.

Hurse: Since we’re succeeding from this pathetic roster, the ring is the first place we’re invading and taking over. After all, we pretty much own it anyway. So for now on, starting at the bottom of that ramp, this ring and all the mats around it, are now within the provenance of the Alpha Generation.

Desolation quickly calls for the microphone, which is handed to him promptly.

Desolation: To clear up any misconceptions, and to ensure we can’t be sued, that’s the Nation of the Alpha Generation, not the Nation of Domination. I sound like Dr. Fucking Suess out here.

Hurse is handed the mic, nodding his head, agreeing with his sentiment before then passing the microphone off to Jackson Adams. Before JA can even open his mouth his impending words are deafened by the negative response he’s receiving. His eyes cut back and forth, outraged by those spectators who are harassing him viciously. Hurse pats him on the shoulder though, rubbing it, trying to calm him down.

Jackson: Now since we’ve conquered and taken control of this territory, we must deem anyone who steps foot onto our land to be terrorists, who must be dealt with hostility. Since AWOL, hahahaha, the senile bastard considers himself to have his own army, let’s see one of those solders come out here and cross over the border into our Nation. Let’s see who would be courageous enough, or that stupid, to stand up for AWOL’s principles. That’s right, if AWOL has got the support that he claims, let’s see one of these loyal supporters try to invade our nation and stand against our army!

The World Champion continues to pat Jackson on the shoulder while Desolation requests use of the microphone. A frustrated, enraged JA hands the mic over to the Dark Man who steps away slowly.

Desolation: Easy on the military puns now Jackson. But he’s right. If anyone wishes to proclaim their alliance to AWOL and his stand against us, then may they come out now or forever hold their piece. Which is exactly what the majority of the male deviants who comprise the roster are doing in the shower right now while watching Bob’s striptease from last week.

A look of repulsion is settled over Too Mag’s face, recalling exactly what happened last week, what his eyes were forced to behold.

Desolation: So who’s it going to be? Who’s going to stand up for AWOL and the rest of the roster? Who’s going to declare their allegiance through spilling their blood right here in the ring? On the land of the Nation of the Alpha Generation.

Desolation says this almost laughingly, as if amused that anyone would be stupid enough to dare manifest from the curtains and come to the ring to face off against them, or humiliated by his dialogue. Which doesn’t seem to be happening, the stage remaining empty, the curtains just moving thanks to a slight breeze from the back. The lack of a response from the roster only further amuses the smiling Alpha Generation members in the ring.

Mayne: Hahaha, no one would be stupid enough to come out here and face the Alpha Generation, to try and take the ring back from them. This is great, that means we get the AG in the ring all night long.

Douglas: Ridiculous is a better description for it, this is a terrible way for the show to begin. Somebody please come out here.

Billy: Why, to get obliterated at the hands of the Alpha Generation? Would you really wish that upon somebody Dan? I always knew you were a sadist. Why don’t you and Clive Barker get a room with whips, and glass, and leather, and Carrot Top posters on the walls or something?

There is still no signs of life from the back as Desolation turns, shrugging his shoulders towards a grinning Too Magnificent and a chuckling World Champion.

Desolation: Well, I guess that settles it. Let’s crack open the beer and celebrate our nationhood.

A nod of agreement commences amongst the Alpha Gen members, about to settle in for a celebration when just then the screen begins flashing with the beat of Unbreakable by Bon Jovi, the fans screaming loudly as Jon Rich marches through the curtains. Much like the Alpha Generation a few moments ago he strolls onto the stage with a defiant glint captured within his stoic eyes. Those in the ring appear rather stunned by his arrival, having not expected this in the slightest. Jackson immediately steps towards Desolation, pointing, shouting at Rich on the stage who has a bandage wrapped around his hand. But his injury doesn’t seem to be making him cautious, slugging his damaged fist into the palm of his other hand while observing the AG, while listening to the ovation from the crowd.

Mayne: I can’t believe somebody was crazy enough to actually take the Alpha Generation up on their invitation.

Dan: Jon Rich, the NHB Champion, making his way to the ring and not appearing frightened in the slightest. This young man has got a lot of courage, a lot of guts.

Billy: Guts that are going to be ripped right out of his body. What the hell is this man thinking coming out here? I guess the shots Rich has taken to the head with various weapons has greatly reduced his ability to think rationally. And NHB Championship? What the hell is that?

Jon marches down the ramp, still listening to the ovation from the fans. They are all screaming, putting their hands together while reaching over the barricades for him, while in the ring there is still a heated argument going on. The music comes to a stop while Desolation insists that the group clear out of the ring, Jackson appearing jaded, clearly wanting to get his hands on Rich. Instead of doing so though, Hurse restrains him, placing his hand to his chest and pushing him towards the ropes. As the rest of his teammates clear from the ring, Desolation moves to the center of the ring, giving Rich a crude smile before pointing down at the canvas.

Desolation: Alright then, let’s get this over with.

A referee charges from the back, running right past Rich who stopped at the end of the ramp, right next to the flag set up on the mats.


JON RICH VS. DESOLATION


Dan: I guess Desolation is challenging Jon Rich to go one on one with him right now.

Mayne: You see, this is why the Alpha Gen make such a great army, the Generals are willing to go in there first, head on, instead of hiding behind their solders. Desolation knows he can get rid of Rich, and he’s about to do it on his own.

Dan: We’ll see if he sticks by that philosophy the remainder of this match.

Desolation is still motioning arrogantly for Rich to enter the ring, Jon starting to move forward before turning to face the flag. The rest of the Alpha Generation have kicked both the time keeper, and the announcer out of their seats, motioning for them to get lost. Hurse slips into one while Magnificent plants himself in the other, Jackson sits on the edge of the announce table with Zack forced to stand with massive arms crossed over his chest behind them. All of their lives widen with outrage as Rich moves to the flag, balling it up in his hand then sneezing right on top of it. The crowd reacts with praise, but the AG lash out with anger, Desolation rolling under the ropes, going right after Jon. He throws a fist at his face as Rich ducks it, dropping the NHB title off of his shoulder to the mats below. As Desolation turns around he’s stuck under the jaw by Rich, who then chops the Dark Man viciously across the sternum. Jon is not hesitating to get in there, to mix it up with Desolation. Each shot knocks the AG member backwards before he steps forward with a European uppercut to Rich’s jaw. The force of the strike causes Jon to stagger backwards, past the flag, spine first into the apron. Desolation then charges in when Jon gets his boot up right under his chin. The collision sends Desolation into a spin, a dazed glint filling his eyes while Rich pulls himself up onto the apron backwards. With Desolation prone in front of him, Rich jumps into the air, turning and sticking his legs out so that he lands across the back of his thighs on the top rope. The ricochet sends him into a backwards flip, connecting with the Arabian press right on top of Desolation, knocking both men down to the mats. This really energizes the fans, watching Rich collide with Desolation so early in the contest.

Douglas: Rich immediately going high risk, taking Desolation out as a result. Jon has got the Dark Man reeling with this opening flurry.

Mayne: He wouldn’t have if it weren’t for the fact that he infuriated Desolation when desecrating the AG flag.

Rich stands up then quickly runs at the ring, slipping under the ropes before getting to his feet, charging across it to build momentum. He then turns and rushes at the ropes Desolation is standing outside of, just beginning to jump through the top and middle ones before the Dark Man rushes forward and jumps high into the air, connecting with a stiff basement dropkick right to the top of Rich’s head. The sheer impact knocks Jon out it seems, falling over the middle cable gut first with a far off glare in his eyes. They barely remain open while the crowd groan over the sickening sound of Desolation’s boots almost breaking skull. Desolation uses this time to jump onto the apron, still capitalizing on his momentary advantage by wrapping his arm around Jon’s neck, pulling him through the ropes to the apron in front of him. He shows no remorse, or concern for Rich while trapping him in the front gantry then lifting him up into the air. To the shock of everyone in the arena, Desolation drops backwards off the apron, but pulls Rich down into a vertical suplex right on top of it. The thud can be heard by all those screaming spectators, Rich sitting up on the apron, agonizing.

Douglas: OOOH!

Mayne: Desolation has just killed Jon Rich already. This match is over, put the fork in him, plant the flag on him, bury him in dirt, all would be acceptable, and deserving forms of torture.

The crowd is still shocked by what they just witnessed as Desolation pushes Jon sideways into the ring off the apron, the Dark Man entering himself. Desolation crawls quickly into the cover, the referee appearing confused by something before he falls to the canvas, making the count.

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Rich somehow kicks out to a raucous reaction from the crowd, Desolation rising to his knee, not liking the sound of this whatsoever. The rest of the Alpha Generation watch on, screaming in outrage while Too Magnificent is forcing a beer vendor over the barricade, stealing the alcohol from the carrier that hangs from his neck to in front of his sternum. Desolation can’t seem to believe that he didn’t just get the win, nevertheless standing up and grabbing Rich by the hair, sitting him on the canvas. Desolation steps back then moves forward with a hard, stiff, sickening kick right to his back. Jon cringes, his entire body tensing up while rolling to his side, Desolation moving in with right hands to his skull. He is lighting him up with these strikes before bending forward, hooking both of Rich’s arms then pulling him to his feet. Desolation throws Rich upward then turns him in mid-air, pushing him down spine first into his knee with a double underhook flipping back breaker. A groan of agony erupts through Rich’s lips while tumbling onto the canvas, Desolation pulling him onto his back while burying his knee against his throat for the pinfall.

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Again Jon kicks out, getting his shoulder up at just in time to avoid the three count. The shape of his body is almost critical after those two high impact collisions targeting his spine. Desolation keeps on his back with several stomps to his kidneys before pulling him to his feet and whipping him off into the ropes. Rich bounces off the cables then comes charging back in before being caught beneath Desolation’s arm who hoists him into the air, pulling him down with a Canadian Back breaker across his knee. He then pushes him up into the air straight onto the Dark Man’s shoulder before twisting around to deliver a powerslam. Both moves inflict further pain on Rich who sits up, reaching for his back in horrid pain. Desolation stays on him, scooting in then burying his knee right into his back before reaching out with his fingers, digging them into Jon’s face. He pulls back on his flesh, almost ripping it away from Rich’s skull as he digs his nails into his palms, gritting his teeth. The official starts a five count before Desolation breaks the illegal variation of his hold, charging into the ropes behind the seated Rich and bouncing off. He comes back in with a vicious basement dropkick right to Jon’s back, causing the fans to react with shock over the sound of the stiffness. Hurse stands up at ringside, clapping his hands and almost dropping his World title belt from enthusiasm.

Mayne: I think that dropkick may have brought Jon back to life.

Douglas: Desolation making use of those lethal, dangerous legs to inflict further punishment to Rich’s back. By the way, why the hell are the Alpha Generation still out here if Desolation wanted this thing to be one on one?

Billy: They’re still here? I hadn’t noticed.

Dan: They’re sitting three inches away from you, Jackson Adams is even sitting on the table in front of you.

The tensed, twisted face of Rich adequately describes the pain flowing through his spine, Desolation staying on it. The Dark Man grabs him around the jaw, rolling him to his knee then placing his arms around his gut. Desolation hoists Jon up into the air with a gutwrench suplex that plants Rich hard spine first against the ring once more. Jon instinctively turns to his side to get the pressure off his back before he is pulled onto his back by Desolation who straddles Rich, beginning to throw right hands into his face. Jon kicks his legs to try and provide some defense but is incapable of doing it with Desolation seated on his sternum, wailing on his face with closed fist. The official again jumps onto Desolation’s case, starting a five count before the Dark Man gets to his feet then jumps into the air. Without warning he comes crashing down feet first right into Jon’s sternum, hitting the double stomp out of nowhere. Again the fans find themselves screaming in disbelief while Desolation falls to his knees at Jon’s side, turning to drop into the cover.

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Somehow Rich gets his shoulder off the canvas, turning away from Desolation once again, having trouble breathing now. The Dark Man stands, kicking Jon to the back of the head then grabbing him around the neck, forcing him up to his feet where he’s put in another gut wrench. Instead of hitting a suplex Desolation lifts Rich up onto his shoulder, placing him in an awesome bomb, or dominator position. But instead of being generic like Bobby Lashley, Desolation begins to charge towards one of the turnbuckles, about to powerbomb Rich back first on top of it. Before he can though, Jon slips off of his shoulder, landing on his feet behind Desolation’s back as the Dark Man continues to run forward into the turnbuckle. Desolation steps up the ropes though as Rich lands behind him, getting to the top one then pushing himself off as he twists in mid air to connect with a buzzsaw kick right to the back of Jon’s head. A collective gasp comes from the fans who are quite stunned by what they just witnessed.

Douglas: Did you see that Billy? Desolation with a stunning kick right to the back of Jon’s head.

Mayne: Brilliant, absolutely brilliant move by the best in the business Desolation. He’s consistently kept Rich down in this match since that vertical suplex onto the apron. It’s only a matter of time until this thing ends with Desolation’s hand raised in victory.

Dan: You say the same thing about every Alpha Generation match.

The Alpha Generation is still cheering at ringside while Desolation watches Rich try to force himself to his feet. Just as he begins to get up, Desolation rushes into the cables at his side, bouncing off then coming back in with a huge running boot. Rich side steps it and turns as Desolation steps past him, placing his back to the Dark Man’s then pulling him down to the canvas with a back slide.

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Desolation kicks out and rolls over backwards onto his feet right in front of Rich who gets to his knees, the Dark Man stepping in with a buzzsaw kick right at his sternum. But wait, Jon catches Desolation around the knee and turns, pulling him down to the canvas with a dragon whip. Desolation crashes onto his back before Rich lifts up both of his legs and flips over into a jacknife cover, his back coming down on top of the Dark Man’s sternum.

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Desolation wraps his arms around Jon’s waist then bridges both himself and Rich upward off the canvas. They both get to their feet but Jon immediately switches around Desolation, wrapping his arms around his waist before falling backwards. Rich rolls Desolation over onto the back of his shoulders while sitting on the back of his thighs.

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With almost a growl Desolation pushes Rich off the cover with his legs, forcing Jon to charge forward into one of the turnbuckles. Desolation rolls over backwards to his feet right as Rich jumps to the middle cable then turns, coming off with a huge crossbody right on top of the Dark Man, taking him down to the canvas with Jon on top.

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Again Desolation is forced to shoot his arm from the canvas, the fans putting their hands together over the many nearfalls Rich just got over the shocked Dark Man. The Alpha Generation are equally stunned, Hurse seated and bitting his nails while Zack reassures him that everyone is going to be just fine, patting him on the shoulder while whispering into his ear. All the while Jackson watches on in a very angered state, the more Rich scores with this offense the more outraged he becomes. Rich gets to his feet then hits a quick dropkick to the back of Desolation’s head, knocking him over onto his chest and stomach. Jon stands up, stepping towards him then over his back, pulling up on his chin to lock him in the camel clutch. The NHB Champion has him trapped in this hold, or so he thinks as Desolation pulls a sly move by slipping under Jon’s seat, getting to his knees behind him. Desolation then stands up and grabs the back of his tights as well as his head, charging him straight at the ropes, throwing him at them in fact. Right as he is about to hit them, Rich instead jumps into the air, grabbing the top rope with his good hand then floating over gently onto the apron, eyes locked on the Dark Man’s back. Desolation doesn’t even realize it as he turns to face Rich who springs from the top rope right into a dropkick directly to his chest. The force knocks Desolation to his back, Rich getting to his feet beside him before jumping over the Dark Man, rushing at the cables. He springs onto the middle rope and flips over backwards right into a moonsault across Desolation’s sternum. Now that he has him down, Rich falls forward into the cover, perhaps having done enough to ensure the win.

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Once more Desolation is subjected to having to get his shoulder off the canvas in the nick of time. Rich grabs him around the head immediately afterwards then slips around behind his back, driving his shoulder into his spine before hoisting Desolation into the air then dragging him down with a vicious back drop suplex. Desolation crashes so hard into the ring his back bounces up and sticks in a bridging position, his teeth flaring with pain.

Dan: This is when things start to get dangerous for Jon’s opposition, when he starts to build momentum there’s almost no stopping him.

Mayne: It doesn’t matter how much momentum he builds, nobody can build enough energy to burst through a steel door, which is what Desolation is.

With the crowd solidly behind him, Jon rolls Desolation to his knees before peppering him to the jaw with some closed fists. The strikes almost take Desolation down and cause Rich to wince in pain as a result of using his aching hand, a fact that particularly amuses Jackson Adams at ringside. Rich steps in with another right hand only for Desolation to reach up, catching hold of his arm, trying to force him down to the ring into some type of submission that would target his bandaged hand. Instead of locking anything in though, Desolation finds himself stunned by Rich who turns, reaching up with his legs, wrapping them around the Dark Man’s far arm. Rich then drops sideways in the opposite direction of Desolation, pulling him over into a crucifix pinning predicament.

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Desolation kicks out by dropping over backwards onto his knees. As soon as he does Rich gets up, catching him around the neck then snapping over backwards into a hard vertical suplex. Desolation’s bounces crashes with force against the canvas before Rich grabs him by t he hair, rolling him to his feet. As soon as Desolation is up, Rich sticks his arms under his seat and drops back, delivering a huge t-bone suplex that plants the Dark Man violently across his back. Desolation rolls to his seat, extending his arms out to his sides while grinding his teeth in pain. The crowd is really getting behind Rich who seems to know his suplexes very well, and is right on top of Desolation, slapping him hard to the back between the shoulder blades. Desolation cringes but grins slightly from the force of the strike, Rich now taking him around the neck, bridging him up to his feet and placing him in the dragon sleeper. He has him completely locked in the hold before Desolation spins around, burying his shoulder into Rich’s gut then charging him backwards into the turnbuckle. Jon jumps into the air though and places Desolation in a front gantry in the process, landing feet first on the second rope then pushing himself off and around into a huge tornado DDT. Desolation’s skull bashes violently off the ring before he flips over onto his back, Rich getting to his knees before diving into the cover.

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Desolation kicks out once more.

Mayne: Yeah, a nice counter I guess by Jon Rich there, you won’t hear me saying that very often.

Douglas: I honestly thought Jon Rich had him right there with that amazing DDT.

Jackson seems to have heard what Dan just said, standing up, pointing and shouting at him to revise his statement.

Dan: Okay, I’m being told to say under duress that Desolation has not come even remotely close to being pinned by that glorified poster boy for the dangers of teenage pregnancy, Jon Rich.

Mayne: Funny, I was just thinking the same thing.

The Dark Man turns to a crawling base, still reeling from the amount of offense Rich has gotten on him thus far. Jon steps in, blasting him over the back with a clubbing blow then stepping back before rushing in with a hard running kick right to the sternum. Desolation is knocked onto his back before rolling to his side, trying to get up as quickly as possible. An outraged Rich is actually calling for him to do it, motioning with his palm for him to stand up, while holding his back with his other hand. Desolation gets to his knee with the assistance of the ropes before Rich slugs him to the face, then does it over and over again, trying to really soften him up. He then grabs Desolation under the jaw, pulling him to his feet but forcing him back first against the ropes, throwing an open hand chop over his chest. Desolation bends forward with saliva spilling from the side of his mouth, surprisingly having it taken to him thus far by Rich who spins around and connects with a kick right to the side of his face. As a result Desolation is sent crashing through the ropes onto the apron, falling against it back first for support. Jon then turns, calling for the fans to put their hands together, all of them doing so, many of them joining in with praise, while the staunch Desolation supports boo nasally. Jon turns towards Desolation who is trying to stand up on the apron, using the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Knowing his opponent is prone, Jon slips through the ropes onto the apron in front of him then charges in with something big in store. Desolation stands up though and steps forward, catching Jon while dropping off the apron, connecting with a running STO. Rich’s back slams hard into the apron, his feet kicking up into the air and the crowd voicing their shock over what they just witnessed.

Mayne: What a counter by Desolation!

Douglas: Jon Rich being sickeningly driven to the apron with the STO. This is some real back breaking offense by Desolation.

The AG are standing with beers in their hands now, drinking them down in salute to what Desolation just did to Rich. With Jon still prone on the apron, Desolation slips into the ring then stands up, grabbing the top rope. Showing no concern for his well being, Desolation pulls himself over the ropes then delivers a double stomp right to Jon’s ribs. Rich begins to gasp for air, his entire body becoming red as Desolation tumbles to the outside mats across his side. The pain in Jon’s body is clear through the tension, and contortion of the muscles poking through the surface of his skin. He turns against the ropes, using them to cushion the pain rushing through his gut, but finding no such comfort. Desolation again finds himself with the task of pushing Jon sideways into the ring then sliding in himself, crawling desperately into the cover.

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Rich gets his shoulder up just in time before Desolation grabs hold of his arm, the one featuring the battered hand. He immediately pushes it over backwards and places it in a top wrist lock, Rich tries his best to get out of it by kicking upward at Desolation’s back with his legs, but nothing will free him now. Desolation like a shark who smells blood is focused on the hand, really clamping on the submission to target it. Knowing that he has to escape this quickly, Rich tries to think up anyway to get himself free. Eventually he shoots his knee up into the air, turning enough to connect with the back of Desolation. It causes a grimace to form on Desolation’s face before another knee is launched upward into his back. Desolation once more grimaces in pain before he stands up, forcing Jon up to his feet while still trapped in the top wrist lock. Quickly though Desolation connects with a top wrist lock STO, pulling Rich down to the canvas backwards right on top of his hand. Rich bounces up to his seat, placing his hand across his stomach while yelling in pain. This brings a broad smile to Jackson’s face, watching Jon agonize in pain upon the canvas. Jon is trying to get back to his feet, only to be quickly kicked to the top of his head, sending him down to the canvas once more. Desolation staggers forward afterward, still dazed by the onslaught from Rich before he grabs him around the neck, dragging him up to his feet. Desolation slips around behind the back of his battered and dazed opponent, placing his arm in the hammerlock, pinning it behind his spine. Unleashing his blood thirsty nature on Rich, he hoists him into the air for a back drop right on top of his arm only for Jon to float over, landing on his feet behind him. Jon steps forward, catching both Desolation’s arms in a full nelson, perhaps looking for a dragon suplex. Desolation pushes down with his arms though, knocking Jon’s away from his arm pits but grabbing hold of the one stuck to a damaged hand in the process. He pushes himself under the arm then spins around to face Rich’s side, trying to lock him in the arm ringer. But with cat like quickness Rich jumps forward, tucking his head and rolling across the canvas. Rich gets to his feet before jumping into the air, landing on the second rope then springing off as he twists and comes down right on top of Desolation’s shoulders. He turns a bit to flip Desolation over into the hurricarana.

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Desolation kicks out to the shock of the fans, forcing Jon to fall forward onto the canvas.

Dan: Rich again almost scoring with the victory over Desolation! This has turned out to be a highly competitive opening match thus far between Jon Rich and Desolation.

Jackson stands up and again scowls at Dan in a threatening manner.

Mayne: You better watch what you say. You should know we’re both residents of the Nation of the Alpha Generation, and they have a very tight leash on their propaganda.

Jon lies on the canvas across his gut, tired and brutalized by this fast paced match before Desolation drops into a backwards roll. He goes right over top of Jon then lands on his feet over top of his head before reaching down, grabbing him around the jaw and ankle. He drags him up to his feet then pulls him into his shoulder, standing up while looking for the Brand X (Kryptonite Krunch). But he can’t seem to hit it, Rich is fighting it way too much, eventually turning his body so that he is instead caught into a fireman’s carry. Desolation throws him up into the air now and drops onto his back, getting his knees up for a gut buster but Jon turns, landing on his feet hunched over the knees. Instead of crashing into them gut first he’s standing, grabbing hold of them. He lifts Desolation’s legs into the air then drops back, catapulting him through the air, chest first into the turnbuckle. Desolation strikes with force, leaning against the corner for support now with a very dazed glint in his eyes. Jon gets to his feet then comes rushing across the ring, jumping into the air with a dropkick at the back of Desolation’s head. Suddenly the Dark Man falls sideways through the ropes though, avoiding the feet of Rich that strike the turnbuckle, causing him to crash onto his back after missing the move. Desolation gets to his feet on the apron then begins to pull himself up to the top rope, stepping over it, setting up for something big before Rich stands then slugs him to the jaw. The stiff strike causes Desolation to become dazed, almost falling off the turnbuckle now before Jon steps up beneath him, wrapping his arms around his neck as he gets to the second rope. Rich is set for an ace crusher, jumping off the turnbuckle to pull Desolation with him into the diamond cutter but the Dark Man holds on tightly to the top rope with both hands. This causes Rich to fall to the canvas with a hard thud back first, Desolation successfully avoiding the move and as a result stepping up to the top rope. Once he balances himself Desolation jumps off, twisting in air to come down with a 450 splash right on top of Jon’s knees. The impact creates a loud response from the fans Desolation springing off the knees onto his feet, doubled over with his arms covering his mid-section. While in this prone position, Jon gets up, stepping behind him then hooking both of his arms. He drops back into a huge dragon suplex with the bridge.

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Desolation kicks out to screams from the fans, Rich sitting up as a result with sweat dripping down his features. It hasn’t resonated just yet that after all he’s done in this contest thus far, he’s still been unable to put Desolation away for the three count.

Finally Rich rises towards his feet then steps towards Desolation who is trying to get up as well. He slugs him to the jaw several times then grabs him by the hair, forcing him up to his feet. Before he can whip off across the ring though, Desolation catches him with a prick to the eye. Jon turns away from the Dark Man grabbing at his eye now while the fans boo furiously, this leaves Rich exposed for Desolation who steps forward, locking him in what appears to be a pumphandle position. Instead of going for the pumphandle though he keeps pulling the arm of Rich upward into his testicles over and over again with a submission hold.

Douglas: What the hell is this? Desolation purposely forcing Jon Rich to strike himself in the nuts.

Mayne: It’s the Texas Sawhorse, Dan.

Dan: How the hell do you know what to call it?

Billy: Oh, it’s in this Kama Sutra book I’m reading, see, they even have pictures and everything.

Hurse turns towards the commentary table, shouting something at them though in anger.

Hurse: That’s not from any textbook, Desolation perfected that move when learning how to subdue his little brother! Get it right!

Mayne: Yes sir!

Dan: Billy, please stop ass kissing.

Jon is still doubled over in pain by this unique submission while the official finally starts a five count, warning the Dark Man about the low blows. Desolation backs up and smiles while Rich falls to his knees in front of him, the Dark Man insisting that Rich was the one striking himself in the crotch repeatedly. The Alpha Generation shout from ringside throughout the process.

Hurse: You can’t punish him, Jon was technically masterbating in there, he should be the one you jump all over.

The crowd is still booing what they just witnessed while Desolation steps up behind Rich, kicking him to the upper back, knocking him down to his chest and stomach. Desolation then steps over his back and reaches down, grabbing both of Rich’s legs. He folds them over, placing the feet over both his hips then reaching out, grabbing Rich’s wrist. He almost seems to be going for a modified Curb Stomp, but instead lifts Rich up into the air so that he is hanging above the canvas, his legs elevated over the Dark Man’s hips with his wrists still trapped. Desolation steps towards one of the turnbuckles and now begins to swing his hips back and forth in order to rock Jon forward head first into the bottom turnbuckle pad.

Mayne: The lethal Japanese Fuck Bucket!

Douglas: Come on now, Desolation is just toying around with Jon Rich now, which will definitely come back to bite him in the ass.

Billy: Are you kidding me? Do you know how dangerous this move is? I mean, it’s banned in like twenty thousand different states in the world. Except in certain parts of Portugal, and some dance clubs down by the airport.

Dan: Billy, there’s not even twenty thousand states in the world, and I guess you know of those clubs by first hand experience.

The referee steps in again, starting another five count before Desolation breaks the Japanese Fuck Bucket and steps back, informing him that Rich was asking for it. In the meanwhile Jon tries to pull himself to his feet, holding his forehead while staggering backwards in the direction of the ring, almost falling over several times throughout the process. He is completely exposed to Desolation who backs into the ropes, bouncing off them. He builds momentum, coming in for what almost looks like a spear before Jon jumps into the air, at first leap frogging him but then ducking his head and reaching out with his arms, wrapping them around Desolation’s waist. He pulls him over into a sunset flip.

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Desolation rolls over backwards onto his feet then steps forward for a buzzsaw kick only for Jon to cross his arms in front of his chest and head to avoid. The Dark Man instead leap frogs Rich, landing behind him before rushing into the cables behind his back, bouncing off and coming back in with a dropkick straight to the back of Jon’s head. Rich almost goes into convulsions as a result, falling onto his side and rolling across the ring.

Douglas: Desolation is back in control once again thanks to another stiff dropkick. Those legs really should be used as forms of capital punishment.

Mayne: They not only cause pain to the body, but to the ears as well when his feet create a sonic boom.

Dan: Are the ears not part of the human body? What anatomy class did you go to in highschool?

Billy: Apparently one as bad as Jon Rich’s mic skills.

The Alpha Generation are watching even closer now, greatly enjoying what they are witnessing as Desolation scoots up behind the seated Rich, wrapping his arms around his waist, placing him in a reverse bearhug. This really targets the back as well as the ribs of Rich, who reaches down, trying his best to pry the arms away from his battered mid-section. Nothing, no amount of exertion will force the arms away though, even trying to get to his feet doesn’t help, as his legs are far too wobbly to stay beneath him. Desolation just keeps putting pressure into the hold before Rich back elbows him to the side of the face, then does it again. Desolation tries to hold on but Rich keeps fighting, getting closer and closer to his feet. The Dark Man really tries to clamp onto the hold before receiving the point of an elbow directly to his eye. He breaks the waist lock and allows Rich to perform a standing switch, getting around behind him. He then grabs his arms, wrapping them around Desolation’s throat, setting up for the Get Rich Quick. But Desolation bends forward at the last second, slipping under Jon’s arm then getting behind his back before sticking his head under his seat. Desolation stands up with Rich loaded on top of his shoulders in an electric chair drop position before Jon falls backwards, flipping the Dark Man over so that he crashes across his head with reverse hurricarana. The crowd explodes as Desolation bounces off the canvas then flips over into a kneeling base, gazing around in a very disorientated state after the top of his head crashed so violently into the ring. Jon stands up and steps quickly behind him, wrapping his arm around Desolation’s throat then dragging him up to his feet. Rich falls away from Desolation, pulling him down with a back breaker across the side of Jon’s body. The collision sends Rich into a shockwave of pain as a well, rolling across the canvas while reaching for his ribs, Desolation laid out on the canvas, barely moving now. Jon’s eyes lock on the turnbuckle, getting to his feet, moving towards it as quickly as he can.

Dan: Jon Rich about to go high risk, and perhaps put away Desolation right here after those two vicious maneuvers back to back.

Mayne: He’s going for that Sky High elbow drop, if now someone were wanting to do something this probably be the best time to do it.

Dan: Oh no, don’t encourage this Billy.

Hurse motions for Adams to do something, Jackson taking off around the ring quickly, moving towards the flag while Rich begins to make his way up the turnbuckle in an incredibly dazed state of mind. He gets to the top rope when Jackson grabs the flag then springs onto the apron at his side. He comes rushing in, trying to catch him with the flag pole before Rich turns and kicks down at his face. Jackson drops to his knees, almost knocked to the outside mats while Jon turns on the turnbuckle to face him, Adams starting to get up. As soon as he does, Jon jumps off the top rope and lands on his shoulders, turning and flipping Jackson off the apron with a huge hurricarana. The fans in the arena are literally going insane as Adams crashes onto the outside mats with a stunned expression on his face, the flag dropping down beside him.

Fans: IWC, IWC, IWC!!

Dan: A hurricarana off the apron, yep, I think I’ve about seen everything now.

Mayne: The agility it took to pull that move off is almost enough to make me forgive him for doing that to Jackson Adams. Almost.

The crowd is slapping the barricades, going nuts over what they just witnessed, the extremely high risk move by Rich who is trying to get to his feet on the outside mats. An irate Hurse has jumped onto the apron, shouting at the official who is getting right in his path, demanding he get off the apron. Hurse won’t listen though, still trying to enter the ring only to be restrained, Desolation rolling out behind his back. Rich starts to get to his feet on the mats with the crowd still going nuts, finally putting both of them beneath his wobbly legs before turning around only to have the flag post smacked right into his face by Desolation. Everyone voices their outrage as Desolation throws down the flag then grabs Rich around the back of the head, rolling him to his feet then into the ring. Jon seems out of it as Desolation slips into the ring then moves up behind him, grabbing hold of his legs. He pulls Rich over onto his sternum then grabs his hands, lifting up on them, pulling Jon to his knees before being Curb Stomped violently face first into the canvas. Hurse finally drops off the apron to allow the referee to turn and face the action, Desolation dropping down beside Rich and grabbing both of his arms. Instead of going for the pin, Desolation crossed both of Rich’s arms in front of his face where his elbow is dug into his mouth and chin. He almost has a version of the crossface applied before dropping over sideways, rolling onto his back. He wraps his legs around Rich’s waist, trapping him entirely in this submission hold, even though there is little chance of escape seeing as Jon has been knocked out by both the Curb Stomp and the shot from the flag pole. The referee steps in, checking on Jon’s condition, seeing that he is completely out of it before turning and motioning for the bell.

Douglas: Jon Rich knocked completely unconscious from a flag pole shot to the head, then the Curb Stomp, and now this modified crossface, body scissors submission by the Dark Man. Just when it looked like Rich was coming back in this match the Alpha Generation cheated once again to get the win.

Mayne: That’s what you’ll face when you come into the Alpha Generation Nation. This is all league in Alpha Land.

Dan: The thought of the Alpha Generation being at the helm of their own country both frightens and offends me. I mean, who would be the president of the country if they owned it?

Mayne: Um, Hurse and Desolation, they’d be double Presidents.

Rich is still down on the canvas as Adams enters the ring, beginning to stomp away at him viciously before then dropping an elbow into his gut. The tough young competitor tries to protect himself as Nolan enters the ring as well, beginning to stomp at him viciously. Too Magnificent slips into the ring and joins in with the assault at the down, exhausted, already battered Rich. Hurse has stopped on the apron, watching all of this though with the World title held over his forearm, a smirk resting on his face, enjoying the brutality being inflicted on his former protégée. Thanks to being incapable of defending himself, Rich is a sitting duck for this post match beat down. He tries to get to his knees and fight back but is quickly stomped right back down to the canvas by this onslaught. Jackson grabs him around the jaw, pulling back on his head then throwing right hands repeatedly into his face while Too Magnificent kicks him to the sternum several times. Desolation drags himself up against the turnbuckle, watching this as Nolan and Adams grab both of his arms, pulling him up to his feet. The battered Rich is barely able to stand up, forced to his feet by the Alpha Generation before Desolation steps in, delivering a hard kick right to his chin. Jon is almost knocked from his feet thanks to the strike, falling to his knees slowly, but his arms still being held by the Alpha Generation.

Mayne: Now Rich getting what he deserves more than anything in the world. A beating for his arrogance.

Douglas: This is disgusting, this is what has become the motivation of the Alpha Generation. Attack you when your already down and out. It appalls me.

Mayne: Everything appalls you. Jesus, I bet your appalled by Catherine Zeta Jones.

Dan: Any mildly attractive woman who marries Michael Douglas does indeed sicken me.

The beatdown continues while Hurse throws a microphone to an exhausted Desolation, catching it while Hurse lets his belt slip into his palms. Rich is forced to his feet by Jackson and Nolan once again, holding him there, positioned in a horrid predicament before Hurse rushes forward, cracking the World Heavyweight title right into his face. The belt smashes off his skull, Rich being knocked from his feet to the canvas across his back, the rest of the AG members stepping back with smiles on their faces. Rich places his hands over his forehead, which my have been lacerated by the championship while Desolation storms around the squared circle, microphone gripped in hand.

Desolation: Hahahaha, is this it? Is this all the roster has to put up against us? Come on, there’s gotta to be a bigger challenge that I haven’t beaten a billion times before like Borelando Snooze, and Nathan Creed. Well, actually, maybe there isn’t. Look at him, look at what we’ve done this stupid son of a bitch. Our first prisoner of war!

The Dark extends his finger towards Rich who has been forced to his knees again by Jackson Adams, his jaw being pulled back to reveal his claret smeared, unconscious features.

Desolation: This is exactly what is going to happen to all those who pledge their allegiance to AWOL. Everyone who decides to step through those curtains and try to take this ring from us. So who’s it going to be? Who is going to make that march through the curtains to this ring, and find themselves beaten, bludgeoned and bloodied by the Alpha Generation? After seeing what we just did to this cliche bastard Jon Rich, you can only imagine what’s in store for you. Come on AWOL, send your next little pawn out here to get the same treatment....

I HOPE YOU’RE SATISFIED

The fans erupt at the sound of AWOL’s entrance music kick starting through the PA system. All the eyes in the ring shift abruptly towards the curtain in a state of surprise, as they settle their sights on none other than the GM AWOL. He gets an unbelievable response from the fans as the GM saunters onto the stage, glaring between the faces of Hurse, Desolation, the mumbling Jackson Adams, the surprised Zack Nolan, and a smirking Too Magnificent.

Mayne: What a shocker. AWOL actually coming out here for a change instead of sending someone else out to get their ass handed to them.

Douglas: AWOL did not send Jon Rich out here, he came out on his own to get his hands on the Alpha Generation.

The GM shakes his head while rubbing at his jaw with his free hand, his other palm occupied by the microphone. He slowly lifts the mic to his lips, which form a slight grin.

AWOL: Gentlemen, I have to voice my disapproval in these tactics.

Hurse steps forward, grabbing the mic from Desolation then thrusting it to his lips.

Hurse: Of course you would AWOL, you’ve never understood the Alpha Generation, you’ve never tried to understand what it is we’re doing here....

AWOL: I haven’t, and I never will, Hurse. So stop bitching long enough to listen. For you see old friend, I’m afraid your very mistaken in your belief that I wouldn’t hesitate to come down there and slap the teeth right out of your mouth, just like I’ve done so many countless times in the past.

Hurse swallows deeply, growing nervous.

AWOL: But I find it much more amusing to use the powers delegated unto me in order to fuck with your career, and the careers of everyone in the Alpha Generation. I didn’t come out here to explain myself to any of you though, since you don’t deserve any type of explanation, plus you’d probably be confused by anything I might have to say. No, I came out here because you asked who else was going to come through these curtains to support my cause to rid the IWC of all of you. Who, if anyone would have the courage to step out here and take the ring from you.

His finger extends, drawing attention to the five Alpha Generation members who scoff and chuckle at the notion. The World Champion just shakes his head, as Desolation smirks widely, stepping towards Rich while grabbing hold of his hair, rearing back on his bloodied skull.

Hurse: That’s right, that’s exactly what we asked while already knowing the answer. If anybody had the slightest desire to come out here and foolishly support your cause, then I say those feelings have been dashed by the sight of this man right here and the condition we’ve left him in. So I guess that’s why your out here now AWOL, because you’ve run out of pawns to put into competition against us, now haven’t you?

AWOL just glares at him for a moment before smirking again, lifting the microphone to his lips once again.

AWOL: Again you find yourself mistaken Hurse, because I actually do have one or two supporters who might want to come to that ring and take it back from the clutches of the Alpha Generation. Maybe you should see those few stragglers who have decided to help me get rid of you all.

More laughter commences from the Alpha Generation, entertained by this notion, the idea anyone would want to assist AWOL in this lost cause.

Mayne: Hahahaha, who in their right mind is going to come out here and help you, AWOL? Who I ask? Who!?!

Douglas: I’m not sure, but we’re about to find out.

Billy: Yeah, when Piddle and Plop step through those curtains.

Just then Roxas Knoxx emerges through the curtains with a very intense expression on her face, trying to make it to the ring only to be restrained by AWOL, keeping her from coming to Jon’s aid. Behind her Seth Owens strolls out with his arm in a cast, glaring at the ring while Aurora Rose emerges at his side. The two keep their distance from Roxas, while behind them is revealed an apathetic Simon Cagero, who yawns as he walks onto the stage. Psycho is behind him, clutching a steel chair with a very deranged glint in his eyes which lock on the squared circle. Straggling behind them is Pat Evans who appears stoic while glaring at the squared circle, uncaring of this whole interaction, but joining the roster nevertheless. Max Craven strolls out as well, crunching his knuckles, as if preparing for a fight while Bitchcakes steps out behind him, seemingly pestering the former porn star with questions. Finally, Chapel exits through the curtains with the Livewire title over his shoulder, the entire roster gathering behind AWOL who continues to glare at the ring. Sweat can be seen visibly coming down Hurse’s forehead, not liking the sight of this whatsoever. Jackson swallows deeply with very nervous eyes, Nolan already stepping towards the ropes to vacate the ring. Desolation just grins though, looking ready for a fight, as is Too Magnificent who like Craven is cracking his knuckles, preparing for a battle. AWOL lifts the mic to his mouth while observing the fear in the World Champion’s eyes.

AWOL: Maybe I under exaggerated the number of individuals who have a big enough problem with you guys to join my cause to rid the IWC of your very existance. As you see there’s a little more than one or two, and they all are dedicated to retaking control of the ring, and forcing you all out of the building. So I’m going to give you one chance, leave the ring now and spare your lives for the time being, or stay there and get ripped apart by this ravenous roster..

The threat doesn’t fall on deaf ears while Desolation just grins, not fearful in the slightest, even though he is greatly out numbered by the roster. Hurse steps towards him though, placing his hand on Desolation’s shoulder while whispering something into his ear. Although the Dark Man rolls his eyes he seems to agree.

Billy: Have all these people lost their damned minds? Don’t they know what they’re doing by standing up against the Alpha Generation?

Douglas: Yes, they’re saving the IWC from destruction at the hands of all these lunatics.

The roster look anxious to get to the ring as Hurse lifts the microphone to his trembling lips once again.

Hurse: Okay AWOL, we’re willing to negotiate. You can have the ring and Jon Rich back, but don’t think this is over, because rest assure we’ll be retaking control of this squared circle tonight. Jackson, give Rich back to the roster.

Hurse turns and winks in Adams’ direction before Jackson grins and begins to pull a bloodied Rich to his feet. He drags him up to a standing base, stepping him towards the ropes then suddenly grabbing his arms, turning him around then dragging him down to the canvas with the unprettier. The fans react with disgust as Roxas pushes past AWOL, rushing towards the ring, the majority of the roster doing so as well, with the exception of Chapel who just watches on. He doesn’t seem all that interested in getting involved. With the roster charging at them, Too Magnificent and Nolan bail through the ropes, Jackson rolling out of the ring quickly as well. Right as Simon Cagero, Aurora Rose, and Roxas Knoxx slide into the ring, both Hurse and Desolation roll under the ropes to the outside. They jump the barricade then back up through the screaming fans, the remainder of the roster collecting around the ring, shouting at the Alpha Gen who remain scattered amongst the crowd now.

Douglas: The Alpha Generation dispersing, but not before showing their reprehensible behavior yet again.

Mayne: They gave Rich and the ring back, but both are going to be damaged goods. Hahaha.

Dan: How is the ring damaged goods?

Billy: Can you for once let me bask in my evil glory?

The fans are outraged as AWOL watches on from the stage, shaking his head at the sight of the AG’s actions before fleeing the ring. His eyes then slowly shift over his shoulder to the Livewire Champion Chapel, who just steps back through the curtains, not concerned over this battle it appears. AWOL shakes his head as a result.


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LAST MINUTE CHANGES


A loud eruption of cheers filter through the backstage area at the sight of General Manager AWOL, the crowd thrilled to see him occupying his office once again. He seems very adamant about something, talking rather quickly to a confused yet nodding Susie Moore who is standing before him, her eyes wide like she were a deer caught in the headlights. AWOL slaps the back of his hand against his other palm to add emphasis to his statement while standing before the desk.

AWOL: Now listen to me closely Susie. You go to the Alpha Generation’s dressing room, and no matter which idiot tries to stop you, you make sure to inform Hurse that tonight his title defense against Aurora Rose will be contested within the confines of a steel cage.

A huge reaction comes from the fans at the sound of this blockbuster announcement, or mildly interesting one at least. Susie nods, but still appears bewildered as the GM continues to dispense with vital information.

AWOL: Also, make sure to let him know that I intend to do everything, absolutely everything in my power to ensure that he loses the World Heavyweight title tonight.

Susie stands there for a few moments after the completion of AWOL’s statement, not budging, not even flinching. The blinks of her eyes, few and far between, are the only signs that she’s conscious, which seems to flabbergast AWOL.

AWOL: Um, that’s it, be off with you now. Go do what I ordered you to.

Susie nods several times then turns, beginning to vacate the dressing room before spinning around abruptly with a very confounded expression. Obviously she’s entirely bewildered as AWOL begins to rub at the patch of flesh between his eyes, fully expecting whatever outrageous, foolish thing she is about to say.

Susie: So how do you take your coffee again?

A moan comes through AWOL’s throat before extending his palms outward in Susie’s direction.

AWOL: It amazes me you still have a job around here. But then again, I don’t even know if I really have a job around here either or not. I didn’t ask for coffee, now listen carefully because I won’t be repeating myself again. Go to the AG dressing room, tell Hurse his match is going to be in a cage, and also inform him that I’ll be damned if he leaves tonight with the World title in his possession. Now go.

Confidently Susie nods before marching off camera, making her way out of one of the many doors accessing this dressing room. AWOL watches carefully to make sure she finally left then sighs with relief when she vanishes before his attention is captured by a shout from behind him.

AWOL, you wanted to see us.

The crowd reacts with a loud applause as Aurora Rose and Seth Owens march into the camera’s frame. Seth’s arm is placed in a sling and a look of concern inhabits his face while observing the interaction between his girl Aurora, and the disgruntled General Manager.

AWOL: Unfortunately, yes, that’s the case. I’d actually rephrase that by saying I need to see you, because I sure as hell don’t want to. But the fact remains that yes, I’ve called you back here for many reasons, amongst them to inform you that your title match tonight will be inside a steel cage.

The announcement brings a smile to Aurora’s face, enjoying the prospect of getting the Champion, and in the same instance getting him in an environment where the AG would be incapable of assisting him. Seth doesn’t show the same enthusiasm though. Even if she is pumped for the impending match, questions continue to formulate within her already troubled mind.

Aurora: You said there was another reason you called me back here?

A nod comes from the General Manager who briefly glances at his watch, as if waiting for something. Just then the door behind Seth and Aurora opens and in saunters a sweaty, exhausted Jon Rich with a bag of ice to his lacerated forehead, leaning against Roxas Knoxx. Rose shoots a look of rage towards the General Manager as Roxas and Rich enter, Jon doing so more with the assistance of an equally as angered Knoxx. Even hampered by injuries both Seth and Rich glare at one another, ready to commence in a fight, Roxas and Rose shooting foul glares at one another as well. Although he shouldn’t be amused by the anger directed at one another, AWOL can’t seem to bring himself to quit grinning.

Roxas: What is going on here?

Rich: She took the words right out my mouth? After almost killing myself out there you call us back here to pick up where we started off against these whack jobs?

Aurora: Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black? After all, anyone linked to Roxas, must be out of their mind.

Knoxx begins to step out from under Rich’s arm to get her hands on Rose before AWOL finally intervenes.

AWOL: Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down people.

They finally fall quiet, yet it’s obvious that their emotions are still over heated in regards to one another. Their eyes follow AWOL though as he makes his way around the desk, slipping into the seat behind it.

AWOL: Listen you four, I know that none of you particularly get along with one another, but I can’t have incidents like last week transpire again. Believe it or not I was bored the other night and since there were no old episodes of Mork and Mindy on I decided to watch some of the ULW:R telecasts. Which is where I saw that even though you two couples...

Roxas: Couples?

Roxas and Rich give each other a quick awkward glance.

AWOL: Wait till after I finish before you ask any questions, then you can do so once you’ve left my office. Like I was saying, in ULW:R all of you might not have particularly liked one another but you got along long enough to get the job done against the Alpha Generation contingent that existed there. I want to see the same thing here in the IWC, I need you four to behave like a team again, instead of being at one another’s throats. This roster needs to be unified if we want to stay off this Alpha Gen onslaught.

At the conclusion of his statement Roxas and Aurora glare at one another, obviously infuriated at the mere sight of their rival but keeping their emotions beneath their otherwise calm exterior. The sluggish Rich exchanges a stare with Owens as well, the two bitting their tongues.

AWOL: Okay, that was it, you can all four leave now. And good work out there by the way Rich, way to step up there.

Rich: Than.....

AWOL: No, no, no, save it for when you leave my office. Now scram, be gone with all of you.

Tension is thick in the air between Aurora, Seth, and Roxas, Rich. Both sets don’t seem trusting of the other as they make their way towards the door, AWOL reclining comfortably in his chair, with his fingers interlocking as they fall across his gut. He seems to be getting comfortable for the first time tonight when the camera pans out a bit to reveal Susie Moore standing behind his seat. Finding himself almost startled by her presence AWOL spins around in his chair, glaring up into her bashful eyes.

AWOL: What!?!

Susie: GM AWOL told me to tell you that tonight your competing in a steel cage....

AWOL: I’m not Hurse!

Susie: Oh, sorry.

Moore turns and vacates the dressing room while AWOL watches her leave with wide, shocked, and stressed eyes.

AWOL: Jesus, I’d be better off tying the message to a fucking pigeon. Note to self, kill Susie Moore.


SIMON CAGERO VS. PAT EVANS


Douglas: Coming up next here is going to be a real good match, in my opinion. We have the father of controversy; Simon Cagero, facing off against the submission machine; Pat Evens.

Mayne: There’s not going to be any pulled punches here. Neither man knows how to back down.

Douglas: What I am interested in is seeing how these two match up here tonight. Simon Cagero has no heart and will do anything to win while Pat Evans will break a bone and make you tap. You saw what he did to Seth Owens last week, didn’t you?

Mayne: It was a beautiful sight. For all of you who missed it last week… you all suck and can burn in hell.

The lights dim down, and turn to red and blue, as soft, serene music starts to play, followed by something heroic. The crowd starts to boo, as two spotlights come onto the stage, and the video on screen plays, showing children playing soccer in a field, without a care in the world, before Simon Cagero steps into the scene and punts it behind a fence, where a ravenous dog is, before the scene on video burns out and is replaced with another scene where Simon is guiding a woman's head to his crotch, and another where Simon is riding a woman he's bent over a car. A third spotlight comes up on stage, following the start of the entrance music, this one, circling around the other two spotlights. Suddenly, white noise followed by a voiceover comes over the PA

"Who are we kidding?! It's time to get WASTED!"

The boos from the crowd get louder, and louder, until finally Simon Cagero comes out from the backstage wearing a long sleave black shirt, as well as his wrestling tights and boots. He has a smug look on face, as he dusts his hands off, and looks down. He looks completely surprised, as he turns around, and makes the motion of doing up his fly. He turns around on the stage, and shakes his head before walking. He stops before reaching the ramp, raising his arms. With a grin on his face, he flips off the fans and struts down the isle, stopping to check out a woman, looking her up and down. He backs away from her with a seductive grin before spinning before getting to the ring, pulling off his shirt, and rolling into the ring. “Outsider” plays throughout the arena. The lights dim and fade to black. After a few moments of the opening piano chord being played, a spotlight shines down on Pat Evans as he walks out from the back. The crowd cheers/boos/whatever you want them to do as he makes his way down, but Evans merely ignores their fanfare and walks up to the ring. He looks up at it before walking to the steel steps. He then walks along the apron and enters the ring. He takes off his black trenchcoat, placing it on the top rope in the far corner before pacing the ring as his music fades out. Cagero cockily steps up to Evens and begins running his mouth. Evens quickly goes for the lockup, side headlock, front roll and pulls Cagero down, locks in a grapevine ankle lock. Cagero screams and goes right for the ropes. Once there, Evens breaks the hold and gets to his feet. Cagero rolls form the ring and walks around the ring. Evans follows him out just as Cagero rolls back in. As Evans tries to follow, Cagero turns and lands a couple of boots to the back of his head before a double axe handle to his back. In one fluid motion, Cagero grabs Evan’s arm, twists, runs to the corner and jumps off, flipping over him and delivering his arm drag. Cagero holds onto the arm as he gets to his feet, jumps in the air, and lands a leg drop on the arm. Cagero is quick to twist out of his current position, still holding onto the arm, rolling Evsn onto his belly, and locking in a reverse arm bar.

Douglas: Brilliant move by Simon Cagero. He focusus on the arm. With a weak arm, it’s hard to lock in any of those submission holds.

Mayne: And right after, Cageros will sexually assault his girlfriend.

Douglas: Billy, what are you talking about?

Mayne: That’s just the way Simon rolls. It’s a man we should all aspire to be like.

Simon straddles Evens and applies more pressure on the hold. Evans gets one knee up to use it to pull himself from under Simon and get to the ropes. Simon is forced to break the hold. Simon pulls Pat to his feet and nails him with a right hand. Simon goes for another, but Pat blocks, twists into an arm bar, pulls Simon into him into a headlock, Simon pushes Pat to the ropes. Pat bounces off the ropes, Simon drops as Pat runs over him, Simon back to his feet, leapfrogs over Pat who then bounces off the other ropes, Cagero with a hip toss, Pat hops over it, grabs Cagero’s head and hits a spinning neck breaker. Pat covers

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Kickout by Cagero. Pat is quick to his feet, grabs Cagero’s arm and locks in a triangle choke. Cagero struggles and flails before getting to the ropes. Evens hold onto the hold for a few moments before letting go of the hold. Cagero rolls from the ring to the outside grabbing his throat. Pat follows him out of the ring again and charges from behind him and nails a stiff arm to the back of Cagero’s head and knocks him into the railing. Pat grabs Simon by the head and slams his head into the rail. He reaches over the railing and locks in a hold choking Cagero on the railing as he knees him in the ribs. He then pulls Cageor off and throws him back first into the ring. Pat approaches Simon as he kicks Pat in the gut. Simon follows up with a right hand. Cagero is quick to wrap his arms under Pat’s arms and slam him back first into the railing. Simon follows up with a loud chop. WHOOOOOOOO!!! Scream the fans as Pat grabs his chest. Simon grabs Pat by the arm and pulls him from the railing, Pat hops and reverses and throws Simon head first into the ringpost. Simon bounces off dazed turns and is struck down by a lariat. Pat turns around to pull Simon to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Pat follows up as Simon is to his knees. Simon nails Pat in the gut with a right hand. Goes to one knee and puts his head under Pat’s jaw, leaps up and hits a jaw breaker. Pat is knocked against the ropes, dazed. Simon launches from his position and clotheslines Evans over the top and to the outside. Simon staggers around and gets that cocky grin on his face again. Simon walks to the ropes, pulls back on the top rope and catapults himself over the top and lands on Evans.

Douglas: Both men going at it here tonight. There has been no clear advantage either way so far in this match.

Mayne: But always remember; Simon gets the girl. So, Pat is the loser either way here tonight. Pat couldn’t get laid as much as Simon does every night.

Douglas: If that’s true, Pat Evans must have a lot of pent up sexual frustration. That must be why he nearly killed all those people last week.

Mayne: Um….. he…… QUIT USING MY SHIT AGAINST ME, DAMNIT!

Cagero is back to his feet and staggers down the isle and points the to downed Evans as he approaches the blonde he was talking to as he came down the isle. He starts nodding and asks her to lift her shirt. She has an appalled look on her face, but Simon just smiles. She looks around and gives a half grin and grabs the bottom of her shirt, about to do it, but Pat is back to his feet and spears Simon to the ground. Pat gets back to his feet, and pulls Simon up, locks in a suplex position, lifts him up and falls back. Simon screams in pain and Evans is back to his feet and pulls Cageros up and leads him to the ring. Cagero with an elbow to the gut as they get to the ring. Cagero slams Pat’s face onto the ring apron. Cagero rolls in the break the near 10 count and then rolls back out. Knee to the gut and follows up with a snap suplex. Cagero jumps to the ring apron and backs up to the post. As Pat gets to his feet, Cagero takes a few steps and jumps off with a double axe handle. Pat quickly punches Simon in the gut and moves around him with a belly to back position. Pat goes right into a German suplex. He rolls around and tries to go for another, Simon with a rear elbow, rolls forward locking Pat’s leg in the process and puts him face first into the steel steps. Cagero crawls to the railing and pulls himself up. He turns and stomps Pat in the chest before pulling him up and rolling him into the ring. Cagero follows him in and covers, hooking the leg and putting his feet on the ropes.

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The ref turns and before he calls for the bell, he points to Cagero’s feet, seeing them on the ropes and continues the match.

Douglas: Simon Cagero nearly stole one here tonight.

Mayne: I’m shocked!

Douglas: Why do I find that hard to believe?

Mayne: Because Simon Cagero doesn’t need to use the ropes for a win over Pat Evans.

Douglas: Oy!

Cagero argues with the ref for a few moments before pulling Pat to his feet. Pat Evans quick with pulling Cagero down and locking in a cross face submission. Cagero struggles very heard before getting his foot to the ropes and making the ref break the hold. Evans is quick to his feet and stomps Cagero in the head a few times before pulling him up and throwing him to the ropes. Cagero ducks a clothesline, jumps to the middle rope, and cross body blocks Evans and hooks a leg for the

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Kickout by Evans. Cagero pulls Evans up to his feet. Evans quickly grabs Cageor and rolls him up into a small package.

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Kickout by Cagero. Both to their feet as Pat is quick with a forearm to the face of Cagero. Kick to the gut and follows up with a DDT. Pat then double underhooks Cagero and locks both hands under the arms and applies considerable pressure to the arms. Simon screams in pain as he tries to get to his knees. Evans quickly moves his position to lay on Cagero’s back and put him back to the mat. He quickly goes into a Fujiwara armbar. Cagero screams in pain. The ref checks for a tap out, but Cagero shakes his head no. Simon quickly jolts himself from under Evans and turns to the side, taking pressure off the arm. Evans pulls Cagero to his feet. Cagero quick with a thumb to the eye. Simon to the ropes, bounces off, Pat with a knee to the gut, Cagero hops over and rolls Pat up for the

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Kickout. Both to their feet. Cagero charges with a clothesline, Pat ducks and runs to the ropes himself. Both bounces and nail each other with a hanging clothesline.

Mayne: And Pat Evans with a handful of hair. Can you believe that?

Douglas: No he didn’t! What match are you watching?

Mayne: The one right here. You see, you only acknowledge what you want to see.

Douglas: Regardless what you think you just saw, both men have taken each other down. The ref is counting.

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Pat is the first to roll to his side and push to his knees.

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Cagero now slowly rolls to the ropes and tries to pull himself up.

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Both men to their feet. As they stagger over to each other, Cagero leaps and takes Evans down with a clothesline. Cagero crawls over to the ropes and makes his way back to his feet just as Evans does. Cagero charges, Pat turns and catches Simon as if going for a sidewalk slam, NO! He pulls him all the way up into a tombstone position, spins as he tries to get the balance, jumps in the air and hits the Released Anxiety. Pat covers for the

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FOOT ON THE ROPE! Evans looks up at the ref and is beside himself. Cagero rolls from the ring and then crawls under the ring. Pat Evans looks at the ref in disbelief before he looks to the outside not seeing Cagero at all. Pat rolls under the ropes to the outside seeing nothing. On the far side of the ring crawls out a large 450 lb man wearing the same type of attire that Cagero was.

Douglas: What the hell?

Mayne: Look at Simon Cagero! What did he do? Did he eat Hornswaggle while he was under the ring?

Douglas: That is not Simon Cagero.

Mayne: It looks like him.

“Cagero” rolls into the ring and acts all worn out. Evans looks at this in the ring and climbs in and is looking utterly confused. The ref is looking the same way and doesn’t know what to make of this. Both men look at each other in confusion as “Cagero” gets to his feet. Evans hits a couple of right hands to the head of “Cagero” before trying to pull him to the corner. “Cagero” stops him and pulls Evans in and clotheslines him down. “Cagero” runs to the ropes, bounces, jumps in the air and lands all 450 lbs in the form of an elbow into the chest of Pat Evans. “Cagero” rolls to his feet and begins to stomp a mud hole in Pat before pulling him to his feet and stepping over and straddling him head, then leans forward and pulls Evans up and hit’s a sitting piledriver. “Cagero” gets to his feet and swaggers around the ring, not nearly as sexy as before. He laughs before grabbing Evans, pulling him up and throwing him over the top rope to the outside. “Cagero” follows him out. Pat tries to get to his feetbut is grabbed and thrown into the railing. The large man charges with a clothesline. Pat rolls out of the way as “Cagero” runs right into the railing. Pat Evans staggers around before charging and dropkicking the big man in the knee. Evans grabs that leg and quickly locks in a knee bar and keeps the big man down. The ref is counting this as they go on

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Pat quickly lets go of the leg and rolls to his feet and into the ring.

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The ref calls for the bell.

Mayne: What a coward! He set Simon Cagero up to lose by count out!

Douglas: Are you blind? He was in there with a completely different man who was fresh. After that back and forth match, Pat Evans was worn out when this fake Simon Cagero came out.


RIVALS, FRIENDS, OPPONENTS?


A mixed reaction, consisting of a lot of boos with cheers peppered in comes from the crowd at the sight of none other than Nathan Creed. The Future is in the middle of doing squat thrust in preparation for his contest with Jackson Adams, an intense battle that is just moments away. Already a healthy sweat has formed on his exposed frame while limbering himself up in his dressing room, taking deep breaths with every squat. He doesn’t stop until a shadow is cast over him, a familiar figure waltzing into the room. At the mere sight of Orlando Cruze those packed into the arena respond with a massive ovation, which also has some boos dispersed throughout as well. After continuing his exercise and stretching routine for a moment Creed finally stops, a smile growing on his face while rising to his feet, glaring into the face of the Icon. Orlando hasn’t taken his eyes off of Nathan, not sure if it would be safe to do so or not, considering their turbulent history.

Nathan Creed: Orlando, I can’t say that I wasn’t expecting to see you sometime tonight.

Orlando smirks somewhat while still overlooking his former teammate turned long time, bitter rival.

Orlando: Sorry to be so predictable then, unlike yourself last week.

A matching grin comes to Creed’s features.

Creed: Surprised were you?

Cruze: Greatly. And confused at the same time. What created this change in your attitude all of a sudden? What spur of the moment decision sent you out there to assist me in the ring when I was getting my ass handed to me? I mean, we haven’t exactly been buddy, buddy lately.

It takes a second for Nathan to wrap his mind around an explanation. He even seems confused, or conflicted by what he did last week himself.

Creed: To be honest with you Cruze, I’m still confused as to why I chose to help you last week on impulse alone myself. I guess it has something to do with me opening my mind to some of what you’ve been telling me over these past few months. I suppose it dawned on me that all the warnings, all the advice you’ve been giving me has been true. I couldn’t trust the people in my life, and I was getting myself into a rut.

Orlando nods, agreeing with him.

Cruze: I think I should do now what I’ve been dreading all week long, and that’s apologize for these past few months of attacks and such. Like you, I just don’t know what’s come over me. And again like you, I think listening to the advice, no matter how crazed it can be at times, of another has begun to re-awaken my mind a bit, and put me in the direction I should be heading in.

Nathan: No need to apologize, Lando, the attacks coupled with your unique perceptions on reality has helped me these past few months. Like you, I’ve begun to get in touch with who I am.

Nathan slaps Cruze on the chest again while his eyes glance down at the palm of his long time associate then rise to observe his eyes.

Orlando: This isn’t the part where you come out to me or anything is it? Because with all the stuff going on in my life right now, I don’t think I could take my friend switching sexual preferences as well.

In a quick movement Nathan steps away from Orlando, lifting his palms into the air while shaking his head.

Creed: No, no, no. I assure you it’s nothing like that, no matter how much you may want it to be, Cruzey.

A chuckle comes from Cruze as the two stare at one another for a moment, the whole conversation taking a very awkward twist.

Orlando: Well, yeah. I need to go find out where Kloe’s been keeping herself all night. I haven’t been able to find her since I got here. But in case I didn’t say it already, I just wanted to tell you that I’m thankful for what you did last week.

The palm of Cruze opens and extends outward in Nathan’s direction as the Future observes this friendly gesture. For a moment Creed seems to be contemplating rather to take hold of it or not. Finally, after a second he wraps his palm around Orlando’s, the two shaking hands for a moment. Orlando then turns to leave but finds that Nathan still has hold of his hand. Abruptly, Nathan pulls Orlando towards him, both men finding themselves eye to eye.

Nathan: Your welcome. But there’s a way you can prove your thankfulness to me. You see, this animosity between us is never going to go away until we finally find out who truly is the better man. So I’m asking you, as an old friend, agree to go one on one with me at Born Again. No crazy stipulations, none of that garbage, just a straight one on one match to settle any animosity between us, and for us to find out who’s the best.

Orlando mulls it over, the cogs almost visibly turning in his head as it lowers, his chin almost meeting his skull while Nathan releases his hand. The Future anxiously awaits an answer before Orlando’s eyes rise to meet with his.

Cruze: You and me? Born Again, one last time one on one against one another to clean the air so we can get on the same page again?

Nathan nods almost excitedly, but tries not to show very much emotion.

Orlando: You got it.

An eruption of cheers comes from the fans packed into the arena, realizing they’ll have the chance to witness Orlando Cruze vs. Nathan Creed one on one on Pay-Per-View. Their celebration is cut short though as Orlando steps straight up into Creed’s face.

Cruze: But regardless of rather we’re going to be friends again or not, you better be ready for a war at Born Again.

Creed: I’d expect nothing less.

This time Creed finds himself the one sticking his hand out, Orlando taking hold of it, the match between them all but confirmed at this point. A match for the ages between friends turned rivals turned friends again.


SECRET CONVERSATIONS


A wide smile is plastered across Robin Brook’s face while she moves down the corridor, heading for her dressing room with a glistening X-Class Championship draped over her shoulder. It can’t be removed or taken away by anything, or anyone. The excitement and happiness she is experiencing seems overwhelming my waltzing past the stacks of crates and steel bars on her way to the dressing room, gossiping into the cell phone placed to her ear.

Robin: That’s what I’m telling you Baily, it finally happened. After months of waiting it happened.

Robin pauses for a moment while listening to the voice on the other end of the phone belonging to her bouncy, naive little sister.

Robin: No I’m not lying to you. Why would I lie about something like this? It may be unbelievable but yes, it happened.

She continues to progress towards her dressing room, a bit alienated by what she’s hearing from her sister.

Brooks: How was it? Well, um, I won’t go into that right now. The moment was very, very special though. I’m at my dressing room now, I’ll talk to you later about everything.

The conversation is ended very abruptly as Robin hangs up the phone then plants it in her pocket, finally reaching the white door leading to her dressing room. Eagerly she turns the doorknob and begins to step inside in order to prepare for her impending X-Class contendership match when she finds herself startled, frozen for a moment. Her eyes don’t find a vacant dressing room awaiting her, but instead they feast upon Killjoy seated in a steel chair in the middle of the chamber. His hands are clasped and placed in front of his face, the points of his elbows buried into his knees while he glares at Brooks who is stuck in the doorway, not moving forward.

Killjoy: Robin, we need to talk.

Brooks remains confused and rooted to the floor, unable to move forward. Finally she takes a step as the door closes behind her back, keeping the cameras out and the conversation within a mystery. The lens slowly turns though, transferring from the door and pulling away, moving down the corridor to an intersection in the hallways. Around the wall just a few feet removed from Robin’s door is none other than Jackson Adams. A maniacal grin is centered on his face while staring around the corner of the wall at the door where all of the intrigue is transpiring. Adams turns away from it, placing his back to the wall while laughing to himself, amused by what he has witnessed and hatching some type of malicious plot.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



NATHAN CREED VS. JACKSON ADAMS


The show comes back live with a close up of both Dan Douglas and Billy Mayne seated at ringside behind the announce table, both men appearing to have a mixture of emotions as to how things have proceeded this evening.

Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Riot!, and what a telecast we’ve seen thus far.

Mayne: It’s been quite the show, Dan, but I do not like where things are headed. How could AWOL book Hurse in a steel cage match tonight with his World title on the line? And what is going on with Robin Brooks and Killjoy in the backstage area? Didn’t she see what happened last week when Killjoy and the Champ went at it in the ring?

Tension fills the air in anticipation of the next superstar to enter the ring when 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 Nathan Creed match

Douglas: Here’s a man who showed what he was made of last week when he came to the ring and laid out the Alpha Generation with a steel chair, spurring the reason for this contest to take place tonight between himself and long time rival Jackson Adams.

Mayne: The incomparable, incredible Jackson Adams will make Creed pay for his decision last week, just like he’s done so many times in the past few years, dating all the way back to Paranoia III. This match didn’t have to happen, Creed could have went on with his life blissfully, but now, thanks to his unacceptable behavior last week, he again finds himself in the crosshairs of the Alpha Generation. A place you never want to be.

The lights dim as black light fade on in the ringside area; Giving into Me by Adema hits the sound system. Blue and green spotlights start blinking and roaming their way through out the audience as Jackson Adams Step through the curtain an arrogant, yet cocky smile stretches across his features. He slowly walks to the ring pointing to himself, and mouthing to the crowd how much better he is. He reaches the steps and walks up them slowly, walking along the ring apron now, he stops and takes one last look up the ramp and at the crowd before wiping his feet cockily on the ring apron, before stepping through the ropes. As he walks to the center of the ring he lifts his arms as if he was accepting the loud chorus of boos from the crowd, as he slowly spins in a circle and the lights return to normal. Just as he spins around though, Nathan steps in, chopping him hard across the sternum. The fans react with cheers as Jackson is staggered backwards into the corner from the chop, holding his chest in pain.

Mayne: Hey! What the hell do you think your doing Nathan! You can’t attack a man before he’s ready to start the match!

Dan: The hell he can’t.

Nathan steps in and delivers another brutal chop straight across Jackson’s chest, his legs kicking up into the air as a result. A somewhat groggy glint inhabits the eyes of Adams before he steps forward, grabbing the Future around the back of the head then switching positions with him. He throws Creed back first into the corner then goes for his own knife edge chop. Nathan ducks it though, the momentum of the chop sending Adams into the corner, turning, hitting it back first before Nathan chops him stiffly across the sternum. Adams almost tumbles onto his posterior while bending forward, covering his chest in pain, Nathan grabbing him by the back of the head, rushing him across the ring towards the opposite turnbuckle. Just then Adams gets his boot up, placing it to the top turnbuckle pad, blocking an attempt by Creed to bunt his head against it. Jackson then places his hands to the back of Nathan’s skull, driving him face first into the corner, the impact causing Creed to spin around, placing his spine against it. Jackson now boots him several times to the gut before launching forearm strikes repeatedly to his jaw, really working over the former Annihilation World Champion. He now goes as far as to slap his hand down over Creed’s throat, choking the very life out of him to boos from the crowd. The referee starts a five count, reaching four before Jackson takes his hand away and steps back, extending his arms out to his sides with a large grin on his face. Creed then steps out of the corner, delivering a vicious knife edge chop across his sternum. The force of which staggers the arrogant Adams, Nathan then moves forward and hits him with another sensational chop that levels him, taking him right off of his feet. Adams rolls over to his knees then gets to his feet before Creed rushes in, delivering a back elbow right to his face. The force of which sends Jackson crashing hard to the canvas. He now rolls over, trying to get to his feet when Nathan steps in, throwing closed fists repeatedly into his forehead. Adams is knocked to his back with one more hard shot to the cranium.

Dan: Nathan is owning Jackson Adams right now, taking out a lot of frustrations on him. The last battle these two had ended with Nathan being screwed over by the then masked Hurse in order for Adams to retain his title.

Billy: Creed should let sleeping dogs lye, he can’t live in hate for the rest of his life.

A noticeable red streak is left across Jackson’s chest while he rolls to his knees, Nathan stepping in, throwing forearm strikes into the side of his face. He then rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off before coming back in at the slowly rising Adams who ducks under another attempted forearm, switching around behind his back. He wraps his arms around Nathan’s waist, setting up for something before Creed performs a standing switch, getting around behind his back. The intense Creed has his hands clasped in front of Jackson’s gut, setting up for the German before Adams reaches in reverse with his leg. He wraps it around Nathan’s, blocking the attempt at the German before Adams spins around wrapping his arm about Creed’s neck. He reaches out with his other hand, grabbing the back of Nathan’s tights, setting up for the implant DDT before Creed reaches out with his leg, wrapping it around the back of Jackson’s then pushing him down with a leg trip. Jackson crashes onto his back with his legs stuck up in the air, Nathan stepping over them, wrapping his arms around his knees, trying to roll him over into the Courtesy Call. Somehow Adams is fighting it though, keeping from being placed in the hold by an ever aggressive Creed, who is really unleashing his pint up frustrations on Jackson tonight. Before he can get it locked in though, Jackson places his feet to Creed’s gut, shoving him off backwards. Nathan staggers backwards into the ropes, hitting them spine first while Adams starts to get to his feet. As soon as he gets to his knees, Creed rushes out of the corner, going for a big boot right to the side of his head. Jackson stands up, swinging away from the boot though, side stepping it while placing his back to Creed’s. He hooks both of his arms then back slides him down to the canvas into a pinning predicament.

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Creed kicks out by dropping over onto his knees with Jackson standing up in front of him, trying to hook both the arms. The crowd is screaming as Jackson gets Nathan to his feet, trying to hit him with the Double Take (Angel’s Wings). He can’t hoist Nathan up though, Creed blocking it before he turns his body, burying his shoulders into Jackson’s gut then hoisting him into the air. Creed has Jackson in a fireman’s carry before Adams knees him to the side of the face several times, blocking the attempt. He then slides off of his shoulders, landing on his feet behind Creed who turns to face him, Jackson rushing in with a lariat directed at his head. Nathan ducks it while Jackson steps forward, Creed turning around then rushing forward for a hard big boot to his skull. Adams spins around then ducks it though, Creed stepping forward before both men spin around, finding themselves eyeing one another in a defensive stance. The crowd claps at the sight of the duo having a stand off after countering one another’s moves.

Mayne: Would you look at this, Dan. Both these guys know each other so well they are pretty much ready for anything the other is going to throw at them.

Douglas: They’ve faced each other so often in the past that they know everyone of their tricks. If either man wants the advantage they’ll have to bust out something new.

Billy: That pretty much means Creed is screwed then.

An arrogant, smirking Adams motions for Creed to bring it as Nathan nods eagerly. Both men step forward, going for a collar elbow when Jackson side steps him and delivers a knee to his gut. Creed is bent forward before Jackson throws a hard right into the side of his face, sending him into a spin, turning to face Adams who delivers an open hand chop of his own to Nathan’s sternum. Creed is staggered by the strike before Jackson kicks him to the gut and places him in a front gantry, overlooking the fans who voice their disapproval. In a quick motion Jackson hoists Nathan into the air with a vertical suplex only for Creed to float over, landing on his feet right behind Adams. He now places him in a full nelson, setting up for the dragon suplex before Adams drops down, sliding across his gut then lifting his legs into the air. JA attempts to place them under Nathan’s arms and roll him forward into a pinfall before Creed jumps over him, turning to face Adams’ legs while wrapping his arms around then. Without warning, Nathan turns Jackson onto his chest, applying the Courtesy Call to a huge eruption from the crowd. Adams gets to his elbows, shouting in anguish from the pain coursing through his legs and back thanks to this submission hold. Creed rears back as far as he can on the hold while Jackson runs his hands through his hair, going nuts from the pain.

Douglas: Nathan has got Jackson in the Courtesy Call already!

Mayne: How is this possible? Jackson should have been able to see that counter coming from a mile away!

In desperation Adams begins to scramble across his elbows in the direction of the ropes, Nathan stepping with him while still holding onto his legs. Finally Jackson reaches out, grabbing the bottom rope with his hands, still to fresh in this contest to be held in Creed’s finisher for very long. The official steps in, starting a five count before Creed breaks the Courtesy Call then steps forward, getting in the referee’s face. Ingelson shouts back at Creed though, insisting that he is the official and the one in control of this match, Alex almost seeming to have a bug up his ass concerning Nathan’s behavior, and the lack of respect being shown to him. Jackson has rolled under the ropes to the apron, getting to his feet slowly when Nathan steps in, reaching over the ropes, grabbing hold of his hair. The Future drags Jackson to a standing base before Adams suddenly gouges his eyes with both hands then places him in a front gantry. Without warning Adams lifts Nathan into the air in a vertical suplex position but then drops him, allowing Creed to spill hard to the outside mats. The fans groan and scream as Nathan strikes the mats with force, his body ravaged by the pain of the collision. Somehow he begins to stand up though as Jackson steps through the ropes then grabs the top one, waiting for Nathan to stand up. The Future just gets to his feet and turns to the ring when Jackson pulls himself over into a huge crossbody, collapsing right on top of Nathan, taking both men to the mats. Another gasp comes from the audience while Adams gets to his knees, grabbing Creed by the hair, forcing him up to his feet. Nathan can barely stand before he is placed in a front gantry then snapped over backwards into a hard vertical suplex. The air is driven from Creed’s body as a result of the collision with the mats, sitting up and arching his back in pain.

Jackson gets to his feet slowly then takes hold of Nathan’s hair, dragging him over to his knees before stomping him right to the forehead. Creed is almost taken out of a crawling base before Jackson drags him to his feet then takes hold of his wrist, whipping him with all of his strength straight at the barricade. Creed comes rushing in at it but turns and slams into the steel plates with tremendous force spine first. The steel bends and almost breaks due to the momentum of Nathan’s body as he lands on his knees, clinching his fists in an attempt to block the pain. Jackson steps towards him then delivers a right hand into Creed’s face before dragging him to his feet, pulling him towards the ring. Creed is rolled into the ring under the ropes while Jackson pulls himself up onto the apron then grabs the top rope. He pulls himself over into a flipping senton right across the ribs of Nathan, sitting up then falling back into the pinfall, hooking Creed’s leg.

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But Creed gets his shoulder up, turning away from Jackson who rises to his feet slowly then kicks Nathan to the back of the head with force. The pain on Creed’s face is fairly visible as he tries to grab hold of the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. Just as he stands up, though Adams is right there, driving his forearm into his lower back. Nathan’s face tenses up as he almost falls to the canvas, Jackson grabbing him by the shoulder and spinning him around, placing his spine to the ropes. Jackson chops him with force right across the sternum, Nathan almost tumbling to the ring as a result. Before he can though Jackson whips him across the ring, sending him into the opposite cables with Adams hot in pursuit. Nathan bounces off then comes back in at Jackson who charges forward for a lariat. Creed ducks it and switches behind his back though, wrapping his arms around Adams’ waist without warning before dropping back into a huge German suplex. Adams crashes hard into the ring as a result, flipping over to his knees before tumbling face first into the canvas. Creed remains sprawled out on the canvas, damaged by the onslaught from Adams throughout this match.

Mayne: No, not the German!

Douglas: Nobody hits those suplexes better than Nathan Creed, who is starting to come back in this contest.

Billy: Come on Jackson, get up and stop his momentum already.

A battered Creed turns towards Adams who is trying to push himself up to his elbows and knees. Before he can get all the way up Creed steps in, throwing a fist into the side of Jackson’s face, then following it up with another strike. He is trying to come back in this match while stepping around behind Adams, wrapping his arms around his waist. He is setting for another German before Jackson starts to scramble forward, reaching out for the cables with his hands to escape this predicament. Right as he is about to reach them though Nathan changes things up, instead hooking Jackson’s arm and dropping back with a half nelson suplex. Adams crashes hard across the back of his head before he tumbles over onto his side this time, Nathan crawling into a quick cover.

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Jackson kicks out with shock in his eyes before Nathan scoots forward, wrapping his arm around Adams’ neck, applying a textbook sleeper hold. A submission that targets the back of Jackson’s head and neck after delivering those two suplexes. Before Adams even has the chance to tap out, Creed stands up, turning his back towards Jackson and sitting down on the back of his head and neck. He grabs the wrists of Jackson, lifting them up into the air, pulling them towards him while further sitting down on the back of Adams’ head, the crowd cheering at the sight of this unique submission hold. Jackson tries to fight free of it though, squirming back and forth before his wrists are plucked free from the hands of Creed. He then drops back, reaching up with his arms, wrapping them around the waist of Creed, rolling him over backwards with almost a sunset flip.

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Again the Future gets his shoulder up just in time, rolling over backwards to his knees before Jackson gets up, stepping in quickly, hooking both of his arms. Before Nathan can get out of the predicament, Adams lifts him up into the air, turning and driving him face first into the canvas with the Double Take (Angel’s Wings). Creed crashes off the canvas face first before he rolls onto his back, the crowd screaming as a result of what they just witnessed. JA is also lying on the ring, tired, and battered by the last physical onslaught from Creed.

Mayne: MWAHAHA, the Double Take, the Double Take!

Douglas: Not again, don’t tell me Adams is going to pin Creed!

Billy: He looks too exhausted to make that pin. Not saying he won’t get it eventually, but it doesn’t like look he’ll do so at this time.

A very groggy Adams remains on his back, trying to get up as does Creed, who is forcing himself up to his elbows and knees. Somehow Nathan is the first one stirring, crawling into one of the corners, grabbing the ropes as he pulls himself up to his feet. He has turned his back against the corner when Jackson rushes in quickly, jumping into the air and planting both knees directly into Nathan’s sternum. The brunt of the impact knocks Creed’s legs out from under him, landing on his seat with his back against the turnbuckle, very battered while Adams turns around in circles to examine the fans. They are all yelling out in anger before Jackson rushes across the ring into the ropes on the other side of the ring, facing the side of Creed’s body. He bounces off the ropes, coming in with tremendous speed then launching his foot straight into Creed’s face, his leg sticking out through the cables afterwards. He seems to have connected with his own version of the face wash, a move that AWOL has made famous in the IWC. Jackson shakes his leg with a cocky expression on his sweat smeared features while moving towards the center of the ring, leaving Creed seated in the corner, barely conscious. He only seems to be a little coherent as Jackson steps in with a snide expression on his face, slapping his palm around Nathan’s throat. Jackson forces Nathan up onto his feet with his back against the turnbuckle, choking him a bit before he lifts his palm, spits into it then chops the chest of Creed, causing him to bend forward. He covers his chest with both arms in pain while sweat spills from his frame. Adams steps up behind him, delivering a hard clubbing blow over his upper back, almost taking him off of his feet down to the canvas.

Jackson delivers a forearm to the side of Creed’s jaw before standing him up, taking hold of his wrist. Adams then slaps him to the side of the face lightly with a large grin on his features.

Jackson: How many times must I kick your ass before you realize who the better man is already?

Boos emanate from the crowd as a result of this phrase while Jackson smirks and whips Creed across the ring. Nathan turns though, trying to reverse only for Jackson to pull him into a short arm clothesline. Creed ducks it though, rushing into the cables behind Jackson, bouncing off them then coming back in at Adams who turns around, his eyes opening widely as Nathan goes for a spear. Just then Jackson jumps into the air, leap frogging him while Nathan charges under him then into the cables. An arrogant Jackson turns around right as Nathan jumps to the middle rope then springs off backwards into a huge moonsault right on top of Adams, taking both men down hard to the canvas. Creed comes down on top of him then rises to his feet, rushing into the cables at his side. An intense Nathan comes off the ropes then jumps into the air, coming down with a huge headbunt right into the sternum of Jackson. The exhausted body of JA kicks into the air after the collision before Nathan rises to his feet then charges into the ropes backwards once more. He bounces off the ropes then comes back in before he jumps into the air, extending his back outward and planting it right on top of Adams with the back first senton splash. Jackson goes into convulsions, turning onto his side, reaching for his ribs in agony while Nathan sits on the canvas, catching his breath after the brutality of this encounter.

Mayne: Damnit, just like he always seems to do, Nathan coming back against the obstacles in this intense encounter. When will it get through his thick skull that all this work is for nothing.

Douglas: It’s that same thick skull that’s keeping Nathan in this match.

The crowd is putting their hands together while a tired, begrudging Creed gets to his feet, pointing straight at the top rope. He’s going for another diving move into the prone Adams who has sense fallen onto his back once again. Nathan slips through the ropes onto the apron then scales the turnbuckle with sweat seeping from his tried body, getting to the top cable. He steadies his legs beneath him then takes flight, soaring through the air with another huge flying headbunt. But just in time Jackson rolls out of the way, Creed crashing hard right into the canvas then popping up right onto his knees. The collision seems to have knocked him through a loop and driven the air from his lungs. Creed gets to his knees as a result with a very dazed expression on his face while Adams works his way to a standing base, then rushes into the cables in front of him. Adams bounces off, coming back in and jumping into the air when Nathan gets to his feet though, somehow catching his legs on top his shoulders then delivering a sit-down powerbomb.

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Adams just gets his shoulder up in time while Nathan sits on the canvas, a frustrated expression settling onto his tensed up features. In a sluggish manner he rises to his feet and then turns towards Jackson who has reached a standing base as well. He steps in, throwing a right hand into Jackson’s jaw, then doing it once more. Adams is almost taken from a kneeling base with each shot before Creed turns, rushing into the ropes. He bounces off, coming back in at Jackson who gets to his feet and then slaps his arms around his waist, setting up for a huge belly to belly suplex. Before he can hit it though Nathan slaps both his palms into the ears of Jackson, causing him break the waist lock then bend forward, Creed grabbing him around the neck before dragging him around into a huge swinging neckbreaker. Jackson sits up, holding the back of his head before Creed gets to his feet and steps towards him, delivering a boot to the back of his head, a hard one at that. He then drops down into a knee to the back of Jackson’s neck before grabbing him around the jaw. Creed rolls Jackson over onto his knees then takes him by the wrist, dragging him up to his feet. Adams is unable to fight it as he’s lifted into the air in a Scoop Slam position, Nathan setting up for the Total Domination (Final Cut). Before he can hit it though Jackson digs his fingers into Creed’s eyes then slides off his shoulder, landing on his feet behind hind then grabbing both of his arms. Creed spins Jackson around into position for the Unprettier. Nathan pulls his head free at the last second, reaching up with his arm, wrapping it around Jackson’s neck and bending him over backwards. He has him in position for the Total Domination once again, swinging around with his arm for the eye of the hurricane part of the maneuver, but he fails to connect, Jackson turning around out of position for the move at the last second so that he’s facing the spine of Creed, grabbing his arms. The crowd starts to scream as Jackson spins Nathan around into unprettier position again only to be pushed off, sent rushing forward across the ring into the opposite ropes.

Douglas: Both men trading counters between their signature moves here, what a crazy few moments in this contest.

Mayne: Once more these guys are showing how well they know one another after so many countless encounters in the past.

Dan: Indeed, I don’t know what it will take for even one of these two to possibly get the victory with their extensive knowledge of one another’s in ring abilities.

Nathan braces himself as Jackson comes rushing in after bouncing off the cables, Creed catching Adams with a big tilt a whirl. Somehow Adams squirms free though, landing on his feet right in front of Nathan who rushes forward into a forearm strike that Jackson ducks under, switching around behind his back. He catches Creed around the neck, bending him over backwards for the layout reverse DDT. Somehow Creed swings his body though, burying his shoulder into Adams’ gut then dropping in reverse into a huge northern lights suplex with the bridge.

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Creed sits up though, thus pushing Adams over onto the back of his shoulders, Nathan sitting on top of his chest while holding the back of his legs. Instead of holding him there for the pin though Creed spins around on his knees to face Adams, wrapping his arm around his neck. Creed bridges Adams up to his feet with his head tucked under his arm before he swings around for the Total Domination. Jackson again avoids it, catching both of Nathan’s arms and dropping back into a tiger suplex, planting the back of Creed’s head hard into the canvas, bridging over into the pinfall.

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Nathan kicks out, rolling over backwards onto his knees with the crowd cheering, really getting into the counters and fast pace these two men are moving at, neither one really able to find that big move they’re looking for here in the most intense portion of this contest. Jackson gets to his feet, stepping towards Nathan and booting him hard to the gut, doubling him over before Adams takes him by the wrist once more. Adams chops Creed across the sternum, almost taking him down to the canvas below before whipping him across the ring. Nathan rushes into the ropes with Jackson stepping to the center of the ring, his back hitting them with his arms wrapped around the top cable. Adams appears stunned by this counter, rushing in quickly only for Nathan to bend forward, catching him against his shoulder then standing up right, backdropping Jackson over the ropes. Adams lands feet first on the apron then reaches over the ropes, grabbing Nathan around his waist, trying to German suplex him over the top rope to the mats below. Creed is fighting it though, trying to block it to the best of his abilities. He plants his feet with Jackson still lifting up on him, unable to get him over the ropes.

Mayne: Oh my God, yes, come on, do it Jackson, German his ass over the ropes and break his neck!

Douglas: A bit deranged this evening aren’t we Billy. Someone have a little crack in their coffee this morning?

Billy: It was sugar, sugar dammit. And it was almost as sweet as what we’re about to see Jackson do to Creed.

Adams tries to end Creed’s career here with this German attempt, a move Nathan makes repeated use of. But Nathan is able to fight it off, throwing a forearm into Jackson’s chin then performing sort of a standing switch. While Jackson is disorientated, Nathan steps behind his back on the apron, wrapping his arms around his waist, trying to German suplex him over to the mats. Adams is holding onto the top rope in desperation though, his face filled with terror as Creed leans as far back as he can go. Jackson’s head is just over the mats while he yanks on the ropes with both hands, keeping hold of it in order to prevent an untimely death by German suplex. The crowd is buzzing, screaming as they realize that with just one slip of the finger, Adams could be killed by this German he is trying to deliver, or at the very least seriously injured. Jackson uses all his remaining strength to pull himself back up onto the apron with Nathan still holding onto his waist. Before he can deliver it though, Jackson mule kicks Nathan right in the testicles. Nathan is bent forward as a result, almost losing his balance as he reaches out, catching the middle rope, stepping away from Jackson while cradling his genitals. Adams steps up behind him now and buries his shoulder into his spine, lifting him up into the air for a back drop suplex on the apron. But Creed turns enough so that he can flip over Jackson’s shoulder and ropes, landing feet first inside the ring. Jackson turns around as Nathan reaches over the ropes, wrapping his arm around his neck then suplexing him over the ropes. Jackson is held upside down before he slides down Creed’s back, wrapping his arms around his waist and rolling him up with a sunset flip style pin. Creed is on his back with Jackson turning enough to hold onto the back of his tights, placing him in a school boy now with the fans screaming in anger.

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Nathan kicks out by pushing himself off his shoulders into the direction of Adams, shoving him over onto his back with Cree ending up seated on top of his chest, reaching out and grabbing the cables while hooking one of Adams’ legs to the shock of the fans.

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Jackson kicks out now to groans and heckles from the fans, turning onto his side abruptly while Creed is launched forward. Adams gets to his knees, protesting, shouting while pointing at the cables. The official informs him that he did not see Nathan holding the cables before Adams stands and with a grunt shoves the referee down hard to the canvas. The referee crashes onto their back with the fans voicing their outrage, Jackson trembling in anger over the fact that Nathan wasn’t disqualified for using the ropes, meaning he’d pick up yet another jaded victory against the Future.

Douglas: Again the Alpha Generation proving to be the absolute pricks that they are. Adams assaulting the referee which he should be disqualified for.

Mayne: He has the right to put his hands on these officials, they’ve had bugs up their asses all night long.

Jackson turns around to face Creed before being taken from his feet by another brutal, stiff knife edge chop from Nathan, making him regret turning his back on his long time rival. Sweat flies from the tired body of Adams before he crashes onto his back then rolls onto his knees, immediately putting his hands up, begging off, calling for mercy against Nathan. This only creates a very frightening grin on Nathan’s face before he steps forward, looking to further unleash his hostility on Adams who suddenly jumps forward, delivering an uppercut straight to the testicles of the Future. The fans react with anger as Nathan doubles over, reaching for his family jewels but then grinning from ear to ear, Adams’ eyes opening widely as he pulls his hand back which is aching in pain. Jackson shakes it repeatedly, as his hand throbs from the collision with Nathan who reaches down into the front of his tights and now removes a protective cup that has the crowd cheering their heads off.

Mayne: I knew it, I knew it. I knew Nathan stuffed his tights.

Douglas: Creed came prepared for any of Jackson’s tricks it appears. And it most certainly doesn’t have anything to do with feelings of inadequacy Billy.

Billy: How would you know?

Jackson stands up and turns away from Creed, holding his wrist and staring down into his fist which is killing him after that botched attempt at the low blow. Nathan braces himself now, overlooking the screaming fans as he grips the cup in the palm of his hand, waiting for something. The official gets to his knees behind Nathan, who is preparing himself before Jackson spins to face him, the cup being swung right into his face. The hard plastic smacks off Jackson’s head and sends him crashing to the canvas with the crowd both cheering and groaning in disgust over the weapon just used to lay out Mr. Adams.

Mayne: Creed just hit Adams with the cup! That sick bastard. I always knew he wanted Jackson’s face near his genitals.

Douglas: He completely knocked Jackson Adams unconscious with his protective cup. I thought I’d never say something like that in all my broadcasting years.

Nathan turns and tosses the cup into the crowd. But instead of the fans fighting over it they all separate, allowing the cup to fall between them as they look on with disgusted expressions. Nathan then turns, dropping back first on top of Adams while hooking his leg and the back of his neck, going for the pinfall. The official scoots in, looking groggy after being shoved so hard to the canvas, yet begins to make the count.

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Just then Adams wakes up, hooking both of Nathan’s arms and falling away from him, rolling him over onto his back with a crucifix pin out of nowhere.

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Everyone voices their outrage, their anger as Jackson Adams just stole a victory from Nathan with the crucifix pin out of nowhere.

Douglas: Wait a minute, Jackson just caught Nathan with the crucifix out of nowhere! I have no idea how he just regained consciousness long enough to sneak his way to a victory!

Mayne: Brilliance, sheer brilliance is how he did it, he was playing possum is what he was doing.

The crowd is still shocked by what just happened while Nathan kicks out a second too late, dropping over onto his knees while glaring into the face of the referee. The Future almost looks demented while getting to his feet then into the face of the official, shouting at him in anger. But just then Jackson gets up and charges forward with a forearm strike right over Creed’s back. Again just like last week, Jackson Adams finds himself attacking his opponent after the match has already ended. He repeatedly stomps away at the down Creed, who is trying to get to his feet as this onslaught continues. Just as Nathan tries to stand up Adams drills him over the back with a forearm strike, taking him right back down again. Adams then slaps his chest, shouting down in Creed’s face throughout the process.

Jackson: When will you learn not to fuck with the Alpha Generation, Creed! Haven’t I kicked your ass enough?

Adams stomps Nathan to the face now, knocking him onto his back before the crowd starts to go nuts, Orlando Cruze materializing through the curtains before rushing towards the ring. Jackson glances over his shoulder just in time to spot the Icon who hurries in his direction, slipping under the ropes to come to Nathan’s aid. As a result of this Adams drops to the canvas, rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring, backing up while pointing in anger at Orlando. The Icon reaches his feet, glaring at Adams who makes his way around the ring with a very frustrated expression, Cruze bending forward, motioning for him to re-enter so that they can fight it out. Jackson just shakes his head though, refusing to abide by Orlando’s wishes.

Adams: Your going to pay for this Cruze, you hear me? You’ll pay, no one threatens an Alpha Generation member, no one!

A look of pure hostility rests on Orlando’s features while glaring at Adams, who is backing up the ramp slowly. He turns finally to stick his arms under Nathan’s, assisting him to his feet, repaying him for his assistance last week.

Dan: Orlando Cruze coming out here to the aid of Nathan, just like Creed did last week when there was that Alpha Generation onslaught.

Mayne: Why don’t these two just get a room already? This whole love hate relationship is sickening.

The Icon helps Nathan to his feet while patting him on the back, Adams vanishing through the curtains, leaving in a huff. That’s when Hell is High by the Black Label Society hits the PA system, causing the crowd to unleash their verbal fury upon the entry way. Everyone is outraged, including Orlando as his eyes raise speculatively to examine the curtains which part for “The Diamond” John Torretto, who marches onto the stage in a pear of camouflage pants, looking ready for a war in this street fight. A miffed, angered expression resides on his face while glaring into the squared circle. Strangely it transforms into a smile though while clutching a microphone tightly in the palm of his hand.

Douglas: Talk about the proverbial buzz kill, John Torretto waltzing out here dressed for combat, but the street fight isn’t suppose to be till later tonight.

Mayne: Who follows the match card nowadays? Nothing makes sense around here, and that’s exactly the way we like it.

Anger emanates from Orlando’s twisted features while examining Torretto on the stage, who taps on the top of his microphone while staring back and forth at the irritated, booing fans.

John: Well, well, well, Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed are back together again. How sweet. This redundant scenario couldn’t be made any better if it were in the pages of a cheesy romance novel.

Boos permeate the air, emanating from a very upset crowd while both Orlando and Nathan roll their eyes.

John: But friendships are the farthest thing from my mind right now, because all I’m thinking about our enemies. You, Orlando, are just that, my enemy, and seeing as I’ve got a lot of pint up hostility, who better to unleash it on than you, right now. I’m not waiting till later tonight for this street fight, I say we do it right here, right now.

John’s finger extends downward in an emphatic manner while Orlando nods his head slowly, agreeing with him, just as anxious for this impending street fight to commence.

Mayne: It looks like Orlando has agreed, Dan. We’re about to see that street fight right now apparently.

Douglas: We’re getting a potential main event match, right this second. Thrilling I guess.

Nathan backs towards one of the turnbuckles while watching this situation unfold, observing Cruze who simply extends his hand and makes a “bring it” gesture with his fingers. This brings a smirk to Torretto who seems ready to head to the ring and get the match started but hesitates.

Torretto: I’m glad you see things my way Lando. But before we start this match, before I come to that ring and beat you to within an inch of your pathetic, measly little life, I think we need to bring another spectator out here to watch the proceedings. Yes, I do think it’s only fair that this long time loyal Orlando Cruze fan is forced to watch right from ringside as I maul and mangle you in this street fight. Helania, babe, bring her out here.

Cruze’s eyebrow raises in bewilderment before the fans voice their outrage, infuriated at the sight of Helania dragging Kloe through the curtains. Orlando’s wife is restrained, her arms put behind her back and placed in handcuffs as a laughing Helania forces her out onto the stage beside Torretto. John grabs Kloe by the hair, pulling her head toward him a bit then placing his arm around her neck.

John: That’s right Orlando, I thought your bitch would be entertained by the sight of me destroying you in the ring, hahahaha.

Torretto throws down the microphone and rushes for the ring while Nathan rolls to the outside of it. Cruze is fuming, his features bright red at the sight of Kloe being manhandled by both Torretto and Helania.

Douglas: Is Torretto insane? He just added further fuel to this fire.

Mayne: Of course he did, because it will throw Orlando off his gameplan.

Douglas: You don’t come into a street fight with a gameplan in the first place.


ORLANDO CRUZE VS. JOHN TORRETTO


A cackling Helania keeps Kloe’s arms pinned behind her back, forcing her to watch from ringside with her wrists cuffed together. Nathan steps around the ring, trying to help out only for Helania to step back and yank on Kloe’s hair, threatening her with harm. A smirking Torretto rolls under the ropes into the ring now, getting to his feet right in time to be met with a hard closed fist straight to the face from Orlando. The crowd goes nuts as John is launched backwards into one of the turnbuckles, Cruze moving in, throwing closed fist after closed fist directly into his jaw. Torretto can’t block the onslaught, turning away from Cruze, trying to get out of the corner as Orlando clubs him over the back several times now then turns him so his back is pressed to the cables. He chops him viciously across the sternum, the fans groaning and wooing at the same time. Orlando then chops him again to the chest, following it up with another stiff strike. John is almost taken down to the canvas with each blow before Cruze grabs him by the wrist, whipping him off across the ring. Torretto turns and counters the move though, grabbing the wrist of Cruze instead and sending him off into the cables. The momentum sends Orlando into the ropes, bouncing off and coming back in at John who rushes forward into a lariat that the Icon ducks under. John spins around quickly right into a hard, thunderous chop straight across the sternum. The stiffness of the strike takes him down hard to the canvas, the crowd putting their hands together as a result. John rolls to his knees, getting to his feet when Cruze charges forward, hitting him with a lariat to the throat. The force of the impact takes Torretto down to the canvas, before he rolls to his knees, forcing himself to his feet. Just as he gets up he swallows a back elbow to the face from the Icon, sending him right back down to the canvas across his spine.

Dan: Orlando is tearing Torretto apart here.

Mayne: Good heavens, doesn’t he realize this only puts Kloe in further jeopardy?

Douglas: I think seeing Kloe in Torretto’s clutches is enough to send him over the deep end, meaning he’s not thinking about anything like that whatsoever. Just taking John’s head off.

The Icon is infuriated, motioning for Torretto stand up with both open palms, irate as he sets himself. He puts his palms on his knees, glaring at the back of the Diamond as he tries to pull himself up the cables, using them as a crutch. Torretto slowly turns around, finding himself glaring straight into the face of the poised, ambitious Cruze, who steps forward to go for the Rock Bottom. John drops to the canvas immediately though, rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring with great quickness to avoid the Rock Bottom. He steps around the squared circle, trying to keep away from Orlando who rolls to the outside of the ring in hot pursuit, going right after him. Torretto moves quickly in the direction of Kloe and Helania, Nathan watching all of this from the other side of the ring with great agitation. The Icon is hot on Torretto’s heels before he grabs Kloe by the arm, dragging her forward then stepping behind his back, wrapping his arms around her neck, threatening to break it. Orlando stops, his anger turning to concern before Torretto pushes Kloe aside then steps forward, kicking him right to the testicles. The shot causes Cruze to double over, Torretto grabbing the back of his head, rushing him at the barricade then throwing him down skull first into the steel. A loud response, consisting of pure negativity emanates from the crowd as Cruze turns, falling to his posterior with his back supported by the steel plates behind him. Helania steps forward and grabs Kloe’s arms again, forcing her backwards while John steps towards Cruze, beginning to lob right hands repeatedly into his face, attempting to lacerate him to the best of his abilities perhaps.

He steps back now and puts his boot directly to Cruze’s throat, pushing against his knee, strangling him almost. Cruze is grimacing throughout the process before Torretto takes his boot away and grabs Orlando around the neck, dragging him to his feet before scooping him up in the air. The Icon can’t block it as he’s dropped sternum first onto the steel, turning and leaning back first against the barricade now while John steps back in front of him. He charges forward and hits a hard lariat that sends Cruze tumbling over the barricade right into the crowd. The fans clear out of the way though in the nick of time to avoid the Icon, who spills onto his side, trying to force himself to his feet though. As soon as he gets his legs beneath him, Torretto is right there with a running forearm strike to the side of his face. The shot knocks Cruze down to his knees before John drags one of the fans out of their seats, grabbing the steel chair and slapping it against the concrete. He braces himself, waiting impatiently for Orlando to stand up before the Icon turns to face him, Torretto rushing in with the chair in hand. Suddenly Cruze bends forward, catching John against his shoulder, hoisting him into the air then delivering a spinebuster that plants him back first into the exposed concrete. A loud ovation commences from the crowd as Orlando rolls off of Torretto who is now spread across the concrete, barely moving.

Dan: Ohhh, a spinebuster right onto the exposed concrete. This match is breaking down into the level of violence that we thought it would.

Mayne: Get up already Torretto, prove why you deserve to be in this match instead of laying there getting squashed like a, like a, like a, damn troll...

Dan: Your struggle for applicable similes amuses me.

Torretto is laid out across the concrete while Cruze gets to his feet slowly, his body troubling him throughout that process. He bends forward, grabbing John around the neck, rolling him to his knees then dragging him to his feet. He snaps on a front gantry before falling back into a huge vertical suplex that plants Torretto’s body violently into the concrete. The crowd reacts with shock as John sits up, reaching for his arched spine and yelling out in tremendous pain. The Icon scoots across his knees to his side then begins to slug John repeatedly to the forehead, taking great pleasure in dishing out the physical punishment upon him. John feebly tries to get his arms up to block this, but is unable to do so before Orlando drags him up to his feet then shouts for the fans to vacate their seats, all the while holding Torretto by his wrist. The crowd quickly clears out of the way, leaving several rows of chairs empty before Orlando whips Torretto straight at them. John turns and tumbles into the chairs, crashing into them violently, rolling across them in fact before they buckle under his weight and he falls to his back on the concrete.

With John down Orlando turns, grabbing the chair his rival tried to utilize on him a few moments ago. He snatches it up then turns towards Torretto who is trying to crawl out of the chairs only to have Cruze throw another one right into the top of his skull. Torretto tries to get his hands up to protect his head but it’s no avail as the chair smacks off his cranium then flies through the air. The impact leaves Torretto very dazed, as Cruze grabs another chair, pitching it straight into his face. John falls back first into the chairs he was whipped into as Orlando begins to pick up more vacated chairs, throwing them at the former Cadre member. The crowd is screaming, putting their hands together as chair after chair is pitched at the struggling Torretto. Helania watches this with shock in her eyes while pulling back on the arms of a struggling Kloe, worried and infuriated over the condition of Torretto, who is trying to crawl out of the pile of chairs gathered all around him. He just now starts to stand up when Orlando steps in with another chair, lifting it into the air and then bringing it down hard over Torretto’s skull. The impact causes John to stagger and stumble, yet somehow he remains on his feet, Orlando shocked by his determination. Therefore he backs up, opting to get a running start this time before charging forward, hoisting the chair into the air. Just then John bends forward, placing his hands to Cruze’s ribs and chest, hoisting him into the air with a gorilla press then throwing him down with a bit of a flip so that he crashes back first into the rows of chairs. The crowd screams and grimaces all in the same moment as Orlando’s frame smashes through all the steel, finally finding himself sprawled out across his back on the concrete.

Mayne: Ohhh, what a collision with those chairs!

Dan: Torretto finally getting in some offense, introducing Orlando to the same objects he’s been pelting at him for several moments now.

A furious, yet dazed Torretto steps towards Cruze who is still lying amongst the sea of chairs. After briefly stomping him to the forehead he rolls him to his knees then places his skull on top of one of the chairs that are still sat up. He then turns and grabs another one off the ground before lifting it into the air, bringing it down hard over Cruze’s skull which was still draped over the seat of the other chair. The Icon goes into convulsions as a result while John throws the chair down and drags him to his feet yet again. He then rushes him at the barricade before throwing him over to the other side, where Orlando turns inside out, crashing hard onto his back across the thin protective black mats. A look of pure pain rests on Cruze’s face as Torretto steps over the barricade, staying on him with a well placed boot to the back of his head. Yet even after this onslaught, Orlando still won’t stay down, beginning to force himself to his feet before John buries his shoulder into his ribs, rushing him spine first into the apron, which he strikes against with a hard thud. Before he has time to recuperate Torretto steps to his side, wrapping his arms around his waist then pulling him away from the apron before lifting him into the air with a gutwrench into a powerbomb position. He has him on his shoulders only briefly before powerbombing Cruze down back first right into the apron, the crowd reacting with screams. Orlando’s eyes widen with the horror of the pain coursing through his back before he falls to his knees, his fingers dug into his palms while Torretto pulls him up then rolls him into the ring. The Icon looks to be nothing more than dead weight now as Torretto slides into the ring, crawling quickly into the cover with Kloe watching on, tears almost in her eyes.

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No, Orlando gets his shoulder off the canvas, turning away from Torretto throughout the process. He tries to get up but no longer has the power to do so, therefore John sticks out his knee, burying it directly into Cruze’s upper back then locking his hands around his jaw, rearing in reverse on it. Orlando is writhing in anguish, shouting at the top of his lungs from the pain now coursing through his back as he finds himself laid out in this rear chinlock variation. Desperately he tries to get up only for Torretto to break the submission, standing up then dropping an elbow directly into the kidneys of the Icon. This further amplifies the pain coursing through Cruze, who is left with no other option but to lie on the canvas and quiver. Especially as Torretto rushes into the ropes, bouncing off them then coming back in as he jumps into the air. With an extension of his forehead he drops with a headbunt directly into Cruze’s back. Again Orlando is left roaring in anguish before Torretto turns, burying his knee into the small of his back while interlocking his hands around his jaw, rearing in reverse on his head.

Dan: John trapping Cruze in the rear chinlock once again now, he is draining all the energy and strength from the Icon’s body with this hold.

Mayne: Indeed he is, as it’s a time tested, proven move capable of finishing off your opposition, especially considering the extensive work already done on Orlando’s back.

Cruze is trying to exert all his remaining energy behind breaking out of this hold. He starts to rise to his knees, Torretto standing up behind him, still leaning really far back on his chin while digging his knee deeply into his kidneys. But he can’t do this for much longer, Orlando starting to stand up, forcing him to remove his knee from his back. Instead John takes hold of the back of Cruze’s head and his pants, rushing him forward at the nearby turnbuckle. Cruze stands up though and switches around behind John, grabbing the back of his head and charging him face first into the top turnbuckle pad. Torretto bounces off, turning away Cruze who is already scaling the turnbuckle now, getting to the top rope. He turns to face John, preparing himself for a big move, perhaps the Missile Dropkick. Right as Torretto turns around, Orlando takes flight, soaring through the air towards John who suddenly catches him on top of his shoulders, connecting with a sit-out powerbomb driving Cruze’s body violently into the canvas.

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Cruze kicks to a loud response, Torretto falling onto his back, his eyes glistening with outrage. He rises to his knees then rolls to the outside of the ring, dropping to the mats and throwing the tarp that hangs around the ring into the air before retrieving a steel chair, throwing it over the ropes into the squared circle. He then reaches under the ring to grab a table, sliding it out from under the squared circle as well to a loud chorus of cheers from the fans. He lifts the table into the air, sliding it under the cables into the ring before looking for more weapons. He finds a trash can which he throws over the ropes before beginning to enter himself. Sliding across his gut, Torretto approaches the trash can, grabbing hold of it before approaching a rising, dazed Orlando. Cruze can barely keep his legs beneath him as Torretto painstakingly sets up for the bash to the head. He licks one thumb, then the other before gripping the can tightly between his hands, turning his head to stare at Kloe outside the ring, still being forced to witness this brutality. John lifts the trash can into the air then rushes forward when Orlando stands up, catching him across the chest and hoisting him into the air with the Rock Bottom, planting his body hard into the canvas. The trash can flies off across the ring while Orlando falls onto his back, too tired to continue.

Mayne: OOOOHHHH! The Rock Bottom out of nowhere! How did Cruze score with that?

Douglas: I haven’t got the single fondest clue how he mustered the strength for that one.

The crowd is still going nuts, hoping Cruze can make the cover though. In a very tired state Orlando rolls towards Torretto, dropping his arm down on top of his chest.

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To to the shock of everyone Torretto kicks out, Orlando rolling away from him to his hands and knees. He is stunned that he failed to get the victory, slowly approaching the table now. His body is holding him back but his will for victory is driving him to grab the table and lift it into the air, setting it up in front of the corners. Nathan is shouting for him to put Torretto through the table, to finish him off once and for all. Cruze is listening to these shouts of encouragement, turning towards Torretto who is surprisingly starting to get to his feet. As soon as he gets to his knees though, Orlando grabs the chair off the canvas and swings it with enough force to break over his head. The seat area of the chair has snapped away from the legs, crashing to the canvas while the rest of the steel remains wrapped around Torretto’s neck. Everyone in the arena is either screaming or covering their mouths from the sound of the collision which leaves John stuck on his knees with a retarded glint in his eyes. Helania is screaming on the outside of the ring, unable to believe what is happening to Torretto, and as a result receives an elbow to the gut from Kloe who is ceasing this opportunity to escape. She slips beside the bent forward Helania and boots her to the face, causing Torretto’s squeeze to spin towards the ring then hit into it before rolling under the ropes inside. The very dazed young woman tries to push herself to her feet, standing up then turning to face Orlando who was waiting for her. He shoots his arm across her chest and heaves her into the air, connecting with the Rock Bottom to a deafening response from the crowd.

Dan: The Rock Bottom on Helania!

Mayne: Has Orlando snapped!?! Your not suppose to put your hands on a woman, well, at least not the pretty ones.

The crowd is still going nuts while Orlando rises to his feet, staring maliciously downward upon Helania, who isn’t moving an inch after the Rock Bottom. Right as Orlando turns around though, Torretto rushes in and delivers the Money right to the side of his face. Connecting with that sickening big boot. The collision causes Cruze to go into a spiral before he crashes onto his back, completely laid out thanks to the stiffest big boot in captivity. John turns and falls in to the cover quickly, hooking Orlando’s leg with his remaining energy. The referee drops down and makes the count.

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Dan: Orlando kicks out of the Money now! I am stunned by this, the levels both men are digging to too keep from being beaten in this match.

John cannot believe that he didn’t get the pinfall there, rising to his feet while briefly eyeing Helania, but realizing she’d want him to go for the victory. Therefore he grabs Orlando around his sweaty head, dragging him to his knees then pulling him towards the table. Cruze is basically incapable of defending himself as John rolls him on top of the table, leaving him in a completely prone state before pointing right at the top rope. Kloe is screaming for Orlando to get up while her wrists are unbound from behind her back. Yet her screams don’t seem to awaken the Icon who is completely at John’s mercy. Of course Torretto has realized this, making his way up the nearby turnbuckle as fast as his tired, battered frame will allow, only slightly slowed down by the fact that he is holding a trash can under one arm. John gets to the top rope and steadies himself while placing the trash can under his elbow, setting up for an elbow drop through the table. His feet waver beneath him though, causing him to lower to his knees and put the can out in front of his face. Just then Orlando rolls off of the ladder then jumps into the air, dropkicking the trash can right into Torretto’s face. Nathan and Kloe cheer at ringside, her arms finally free as Torretto wavers on the turnbuckle, about to crash to the outside mats. Orlando doesn’t let that happen, already reaching up, grabbing him by the back of the head, leaning him forward then rushing up the turnbuckle. He immediately shoots his arm across John’s chest then turns, pulling him off the top rope with the In Control (Twisting Top Rope Rock Bottom.) To add greater emphasis to the move, Torretto is put right through the table. The wood shatters around both men’s bodies but with Cruze’s arm stretched out over John’s unconscious body.

Fans: IWC, IWC, IWC!!

Mayne: Oh dear God in Heaven, Torretto has just been killed by Orlando Cruze!

Douglas: The In Control planting Torretto through a table! It doesn’t get much more extreme than that!

The referee drops and finally makes an emphatic count.

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Everyone in the arena stands up, putting their hands together, joining in a simultaneous celebration for Orlando’s victory.

Dan: And it comes to an emphatic ending here! Orlando putting Torretto right through the table from the top rope. Nobody gets up from that.

Mayne: What a crazy street fight these two just had, and we still have a cage match coming up later tonight. Which remind me, I still need to voice my outrage over.

Dan: Oh just write it in your damn diary already.

The crowd is still screaming at the top of their lungs, while Kloe and Nathan slip into the ring, crawling towards Orlando who is trying to stand up. They bend forward, sticking their heads under his arms, leading the Icon to a standing base even though his body doesn’t feel comfortable doing so. As soon as he gets up the ovation only grows louder. Helania and Torretto remain sprawled out across the canvas while Orlando, Nathan, and Kloe celebrate above them.


A SPOT OF BAD NEWS


Fury seems to be the best response that registers from the crowd as the camera again opens to find the Alpha Generation the chief subject of attention. Most noteably Hurse and Desolation stand out, both men talking with one another as they stand in the corridor, moments removed from the title defense this evening. Which seems to be the primary source of conversation, Hurse endlessly pinning on about it while Desolation nods enthusiastically in front of him, rubbing at his jaw in the process as well.

Hurse: So I was thinking, tonight, after I totally squash all of Aurora’s hopes and dreams of being anything but an opening card act, I thought it be nice if we all went out for one big celebration. We can have it at my house, it would be fun, we could play pin the tail on the donkey, and charades. Hell, if we really want to kick things up a notch, I’ll bust out Candy Land.

Desolation puts his hand up, almost begging Hurse to stop before he says anything else incriminating.

Desolation: Yeah, but let’s concentrate on you actually retaining the belt tonight. There’s no telling if AWOL will pull any tricks tonight, although I have heard he does a lot of that at the rest stop just beyond the airport.

The crude shot at AWOL’s sexual promiscuity brings a smile to Hurse’s somewhat uneasy face. It appears that although he feigns confidence over tonight, he’s really quite distressed by the whole concept of putting his belt on the line. Jackson Adams’ voice can be heard in the background, cutting into the conversation as he converses with Too Magnificent, both men stepping into the camera’s frame.

Jackson: I’m telling you Too Mag, he needs to know what I saw. He needs to understand what a threat she is to all of us.

Too Magnificent: Would you be quiet about it already, he’ll hear you. You know he’s already got the weight of a nation on his shoulders.

The conversation seems to captivate both Desolation and Hurse, the two turning to find out exactly what it is their approaching teammates are discussing.

Hurse: What are you two talking about? Jackson, please don’t tell me the thing you saw was a turd you shit out resembling Jack Nicholson. I told you the last time, it looked more like Danny Devito dammit.

Jackson’s even more flabbergasted as he discovers he was speaking loud enough for the Champion to hear. Clearly he has a problem with inner and outer dialogue. Nevertheless, now that he has Hurse’s attention he steps forward with a piece of urgent news.

Jackson: Listen Hurse, I don’t quite know how to tell you this, but you need to hear it from a friend. This might not be easy for you to hear, but something I suspected to be going on for a long time just happened right before my very own eyes. I’m telling you man, the proof is in the pudding on this one.

Desolation: Who uses that analogy anymore? Didn’t that get like outdated in the 1600s?

Hurse: Yeah, around the same time Orlando’s promos got stale. Hahahahaha.

A general laughter emanates from everyone in the hallway with the exception of Jackson Adams, who just scowls at his teammates.

Adams: Well rib tickling insults aside here, this is important Hurse, you need to listen....

Before he can say anymore, Susie Moore stumbles into the scene with a microphone in her hand. She doesn’t even look timid, as if there’s nothing wrong with just popping up out of nowhere with a microphone thrust out between the faces of Desolation and Hurse.

Too Magnificent: Um, what do you want?

Susie looks around at first to see if Too Mag was talking to her before she realizes everyone’s eyeing her. She finally puts the mic to her own thick lips.

Susie: Oh, I have a message to give to Hurse.

She extends the microphone back out towards Hurse’s mouth, the Champion’s face twisting with confusion. Desolation waits impatiently with his arms extending outwards in Susie’s direction.

Desolation: Aaaaannnndd.

It takes Susie a while once again to realize she’s obligated to give the message after informing someone of its existence.

Susie: Oh, um, what was it AWOL told me again...?

Jackson: AWOL!?!

Susie: Yeah. I just can’t remember what it was he told me. Did it have something to do with my Rainbow Bright doll? No, how would he know I have it? Unless he’s been playing with it behind my back.

The thought frightens and intrigues Moore while Desolation grabs at his own hair then unleashes his anxiety.

Desolation: Would you get on with it already? This stopped being funny five minutes ago.

Susie finally snaps out of it and recalls what it was she was told earlier.

Susie: Oh yeah, it wasn’t anything really important, just something about Hurse defending the World title in a steel cage tonight and promising that he won’t leave the champion.... bye.

Moore turns and skips off happily now that she remembered her message and got it all the way to a shocked Hurse. The Champion is just standing there with his jaw hanging open and his eyes wide as saucers. He can’t even begin to come to terms with the fact that he has to put the belt on the line tonight within the confines of the cage.

Hurse: A steel cage? A STEEL CAGE!?! What the hell are you talking about?

He moves forward to go after Susie but Desolation puts his palm to the Champion’s chest keeping him at bay, trying his best to calm him down.

Desolation: Relax, relax Stevie, take it easy.

The startling news he was just bombarded with seems to be causing Hurse a panic attack. He paces endlessly while scratching nervously at his temple, taking deep, exasperated breaths.

Hurse: Relax? Relax you say? Did you not just hear what she told me? AWOL’s going to try and do everything he can to make sure I lose the title. He put me in a freaking steel cage against Aurora Rose! How am I suppose to be calm!?!

Desolation slowly and reassuringly pats him on the shoulders, trying his best to calm him down, but the Champion is jittery, hard to keep in place.

Desolation: Are you forgetting who we are Hurse? Are you forgetting that we don’t take threats from AWOL? Are you forgetting that we’re always two steps ahead of him? So what if he’s going to do everything in his power to keep you from leaving with that belt tonight, that doesn’t mean he’ll succeed, far from it in fact. So don’t worry, Stevie, the Alpha Generation will ensure AWOL doesn’t get away with performing a travesty against you tonight.

The thought seems to calm Hurse down a little, his breaths becoming less anxious, returning to normal. Just then Jackson jumps into the conversation once again.

Jackson: Okay, I got to finish telling you what I saw earlier Hurse, you’ll never believe it....

Hurse: Enough, enough already, I can’t take anymore!

The influx of information is driving Hurse nuts.

Hurse: Tell me later, I’ll deal with it then. Right now, I got to a freaking steel cage match to prepare for.

Desolation: No, we’ve got a steel cage match to prepare for. Now come on.

Desolation shoves Hurse slightly, the World Champion eagerly doing as the Dark Man instructs as they both vanish off camera. Jackson turns to watch them all walk away, Too Magnificent included, who is shrugging his shoulders in Adams’ direction. JA bites his lower lip and sighs, realizing he’ll have to wait to tell Hurse the alarming, but ultimately bad news.


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READY FOR A WAR?


Aurora Rose paces back and forth behind the curtains, preparing herself for the steel cage World title match that is about to take place. She even goes as far as to slap both sides of her face to get herself reeved up for the impending violence, a match that should test her physicality and her mentality. That’s when Seth Owens is revealed, leaning against a wall at her side, his arm still in a sling, watching all of this preparation closely, in a concerned state with a cigarette sticking out from between his lips.

Seth: You about ready for this?

Aurora fails to acknowledge him though, just continues to shadow box and kick the air, really limbering up for the cage.

Aurora: About as ready as I’ll ever be, I guess. I’ll just picture whoever that son of a bitch is stalking me as Hurse. Get out all my anger and frustration directed at that sick bastard by brutalizing the Champ in the cage then taking the gold.

Owens: That championship will look oh so sexy around your waist.

Even while conflicted with a mixture of thoughts related to her impending World title match, a smile cracks her face thanks to Seth’s suggestion. Aurora lightly slaps him on the side of the face in a playful manner.

Aurora: I just wish you could come out there and watch me win the gold tonight. Damn that Pat Evans.

Attention is focused on Seth’s injured shoulder, an injury inflicted by Evans last week in that intense submission match. Instead of dwelling on it, Owens offers up a grin and takes Aurora under the jaw, leading her eyes back to his face.

Seth: Don’t worry about me, or my arm, I’ll heal, you just concentrate on winning that title. Then, when my shoulder is better, and I’m cleared to be able to come to the ring, I will, arm and arm with the new World Heavyweight Champion.

The thought is an entertaining one, Aurora contemplating what it would be like to wear the championship around her waist. But her amusement, and contemplation is cut short as her eyes dart into the direction of one Roxas Knoxx. The crowd has a loud response directed at Knoxx as she saunters forward into the camera’s frame, overlooking Aurora, Rose doing the same. Both of them seem sickened by the very sight of one another, but don’t admit to being so verbally.

Aurora: What do you want?

Taking a moment to control herself, Roxas responds in a calm manner.

Knoxx: Listen, you don’t like me, I don’t like you.

Rose: That’s for sure.

Roxas rolls her eyes but continues nevertheless.

Roxas: But as much as it pains me to say so, AWOL was right. We need to be on the same page. We need to work together to help get the Alpha Generation out of this company. We’re all sitting ducks if we’re fighting amongst one another. Just like Jon was out there earlier tonight. So even though I hate doing this, I just want to bury the hatchet and wish you luck out there tonight in your title match.

Roxas extends her hand, sighing in the process though, clearly disturbed by this whole friendly gesture. The same apprehension and bewilderment runs amok within Aurora, who gazes at the hand then back into Knoxx’s face. She seems to be contemplating rather or not to shake the hand and accept what Knoxx has told her. Finally, using her better judgement for a change, Rose grabs Roxas’ hand, the two shaking with cheers coming from the crowd.

Rose: I guess you and AWOL are right, it would be best for us to work as a team for the time being.

Rose turns to leave but finds her hand still gripped by Roxas. After a moment Knoxx releases her hand with a devious expression on her face.

Knoxx: Just remember one thing Aurora, when you win that World title tonight, I’m going to be the first challenger for it.

Roxas runs her fingers across her waist in a symbolic manner as Aurora just glares at her with a smirk. There is definite tension in the air between the two lovely ladies as they keep their eyes on one another. That’s when Aurora’s entrance music hits in the background, Rose stepping backwards towards the curtains while eyeing a smiling Knoxx. The camera adjusts to just face Roxas now who still has that same devious grin on her face.


HURSE © VS. AURORA ROSE


Why Do You Love by Garbage continues to feed through the speakers as she emerges through the curtains, staring over her shoulder though in confusion. She then shoots her arm into the air with a rock gesture that gets the fans going. The camera cuts abruptly to the ring which is now surrounded by a solid steel cage.

Douglas: The time is now ladies and gentlemen, for this huge World title match, and already the challengers are lining up for Aurora Rose.

Mayne: I don’t see why, she doesn’t have a chance in hell of winning this match, especially since her back up, Seth Owens has been denied access to the ring or ringside area thanks to his injury.

Dan: It might place her at a distinctive disadvantage, as obviously Hurse will be flanked by the Alpha Generation, but if anyone can overcome this obstacle, it would be Aurora Rose.

Aurora charges down the ramp towards the cage with the crowd screaming, hoping she walks away from this match with the Championship in hand. The cage door is opened by the outside referee, while Alex Ingelson stands in the middle of the ring, officiating within it. Aurora makes her way up the steps, slides through the ropes then steps up the turnbuckle to the very top rope, grabbing the cage wall with one hand while shooting her other arm high into the air, getting a tremendous ovation. Playing up to the crowd is cut short though when the lights in the arena begin to dim, the fans growing irate already, before they even feast their eyes on the World Champion.

There is a House in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I’m One...

As the opening lyrics of the Animal’s “House of the Rising Sun” finally filter away the curtains part and through them marches Hurse, the World title draped over his shoulder. He anxiously glances around at the fans while flashing green strobe lights go off on both sides of him. The Champion’s eyes cut back and forth to observe the screaming, intense fans before he swallows deeply, nervously, and starts to head for the ring. Behind him it’s revealed that he’s being followed by Desolation and Too Magnificent.

Mayne: And here’s the Champion, Dan, a rightful Champion, a Champion we can be proud of.

Douglas: The amount of shit that comes from your mouth would clog a toilet, Billy.

Billy: Why do you keep talking about shit and my mouth, Dan. Don’t bring me into your sick S&M fantasies.

Dan: Anyhow, Hurse does not look like he wants to get into that cage with Aurora Rose, and I fail to see the need for why Desolation, or Too Magnificent are coming out here if this is going to be a straight up cage match.

Mayne: Who said it would be?

Aurora Rose anxiously waits in the ring, crouched forward, her eyes burning a hole into Hurse’s center as he marches around the cage but does not enter. Instead he proudly covets the World Heavyweight Championship around his shoulder, still failing to enter however. Desolation and Too Magnificent watch on while continuing to follow him, stopping at the end of the ramp though as the Dark Man barks out instructions to the master of the Midas Touch. Hurse continues to move around the cage, a very uneasy glint in his eyes as he glares through the links of the cage at a hungry, ambitious Aurora, who is feverish in her desire to get her hands on the World Champion. Hurse finally moves towards the cage door, starting up the steps as the door is opened for him to enter. Before he can do it though he drops off the stairs and begins to shake his head, moving around the cage again, refusing to enter.

Douglas: Oh come on, get in the damn cage already!

Mayne: Hurse is buying his time, he’s forcing Aurora to think about this match long and hard before it commences.

Dan: In other words he’s being a giant pussy.

The fans are still heckling Hurse who makes back handing motions in their direction, insisting that he’ll enter the cage when he’s good and ready. Just then Aurora rolls to the outside of the cage, rushing up behind Hurse then driving her forearm right into his back. The force of the collision causes Hurse to stagger forward and drop the World title in a stunned state of being, completely caught off guard. Aurora quickly snatches the championship off the mats, waiting behind Hurse who turns and has the belt cracked right between his eyes. The fans are going nuts as Hurse is taken down to the mats, grabbing at his face, rolling back and forth in pain.

Mayne: Wait a minute, talk about disrespectful behavior. Aurora assaulting Hurse before he could even get in the cage.

Douglas: She could only wait so long for him to enter Billy.

Billy: Of course you would condone this behavior. Your probably still one of the three men in the nation who actually find Aurora sexually appealing.

The World Champ sits up, a laceration already appearing on his hair line, a bit of blood dribbling down from his scalp before this match could even get started. He tries to stand up only for Aurora to grab him around the back of the head, launching him face first downward into the steel barricade. Hurse bashes off it hard, but falls side first against the steel to keep himself up before Aurora grabs him by the back of the head, pulling him to his feet then rushing him at the cage. Hurse is thrown like a long dart right into the outside of the cage wall face first, bashing off then stumbling in reverse, looking completely out of it. Yet somehow he keeps his feet beneath him before Aurora steps to his side then drops back with a Russian leg sweep that slams Hurse back first against the barricade. This leaves the World Champion arching his back, roaring at the top of his lungs while digging his finger nails into the palms of his hands. He can’t seem to take much more of this before Aurora gets to her feet and boots him to the side of the head, forcing the Champion over into a crawling base. Rose looks out over the crowd which is screaming her name, the only two people not enthused by this are Desolation and Too Magnificent, both individuals shaking their heads, distressed over what they are seeing. The Champ is panicked, frightened while crawling towards the steps leading to the cage door, turning to put his back against hem. Just as he does Aurora charges in and drives her knee right into his face, planting the back of his head against the stairs and causing another groan from the crowd. Aurora turns, shooting her arm up into the air in celebration while Hurse just sits on the mats with a very far off glint in his eyes. She steps back in quickly, pulling Hurse to his feet by gripping his hair then dragging him up the steel steps onto the apron. The highly motivated Rose throws Hurse forward through the ropes and into the ring, sending him into a roll before he ends up spread across his back on the canvas.

Instead of going for the pin though, Aurora starts to pulls herself up the nearby turnbuckle, holding the cage wall to balance herself as she gets to the top rope. Aurora makes it before diving off, soaring through the air and turning her body enough to crash into Hurse with the elbow drop. The World Champion goes into convulsions on the canvas, his body flailing in all different directions before Aurora turns, falling forward into the pinfall.

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Again Hurse kicks out, getting his shoulder up just in time. Aurora rises to her knees, immediately becoming flabbergasted with the speed of referee Ingelson’s count. Alex ensures her it was only a two.

Douglas: Aurora is absolutely dominating the World Champion right now inside of the steel cage.

Mayne: She wouldn’t be if it weren’t for that sneak attack, that dastardly assault from behind.

Dan: You and your excuses.

Billy: Excuses? You sat right here and saw Aurora hit him with the World title belt.

Hurse is trying desperately to crawl to his feet, his face gushing a bit more blood before Aurora steps towards him quickly, capitalizing on her advantage. Right as she reaches for him, Hurse grabs her by the belt-line of her attire, pulling down it and turning so that Rose is launched forward, through the ropes right into the cable wall. Her thin body bashes off the steel before finally tumbling to the apron, an expression of pain coming to her frame. Desolation is shouting Hurse to get up, implying that he has the advantage now as the World Champion crawls to the center of the ring. He finally stands up and turns towards Aurora who is getting to her feet behind the ropes, utilizing the cables to help herself up. Just as her feet are planted beneath her, Hurse comes barreling in then diving through the ropes with a spear at her mid-section that Aurora avoids by jumping over the ropes. She almost leapfrogs the cables and Steven as he crashes head first into the steel cage wall. His skull bounces off the mesh while Rose lands on the canvas behind him, turning right as a dazed Hurse staggers backwards, his tights being grabbed before he is rolled up into a school boy, or school girl apparently. 2

Hurse launches his shoulders from the ring just in time to avoid having his World title taken from him, to the dread of all those in the stands, and possibly in the lockeroom. Rose gets to her feet, beginning to slug Hurse to the face repeatedly, further opening him up as already there is a river of blood running down his face, Aurora smearing it on her knuckles with each shot. Desolation shakes his head on the outside of the ring, not pleased by what he is seeing in the slightest. Aurora grabs Hurse around the jaw, leading him to his feet then chopping him oh so viciously right to the sternum, the impact causes the Champion to be staggered. Aurora shows no mercy though, stepping in then chopping him right across his pale sternum yet again, leaving a long red streak across it. The Champion falls against the ropes, using them for support as his arm tumbles over the top one, trying to get his head straight even though blood is dribbling down it. Rose kicks him to the gut then backs up across the ring before rushing in with a head full of steam. Hurse bends forward, catching her gut against his shoulder then standing up, back dropping her over the ropes, spine first into the cage wall. The entire arena reacts with disgust as Aurora turns, tumbling sideways onto the apron, her body bouncing off the mesh with tremendous force. Her body ends up spread across the apron, her face wincing with pain while she tries to get up, but does so sluggishly. With tremendous pain curling through her back she finally stands, only for Hurse to rush at the cables running perpindicular to the ones she’s just beyond, jumping to the second one, springing off then turning with a dropkick over the ropes right into Aurora’s sternum. She is knocked back first against he cage as a result before slipping down the wall right onto her seat. Her legs end up under the cables as Hurse forces himself to his feet, stumbling and staggering all over the place, almost losing his balance several times. Somehow he’s able to get his feet rooted to the canvas long enough to stabilize himself and move towards her legs, bending down, hooking his arms around her knees and pulling on them. Aurora is dragged so that her face is right under the cables before Hurse drops back, catapulting Rose throat first into the bottom rope. The crowd groans at the sight of her head whiplashing against the cable.

Mayne: Yes, thank you God above, Lord in Heaven, Hurse is finally getting in some offense.

Douglas: This is nothing worth praying over.

Billy: Really? I pray for everything, mostly that a bolt of lightning will rid me of your atrocious commentating skills.

Hurse keeps hold of Aurora’s legs somehow, standing up then stepping around so that he drags her head out from under the ropes then over the canvas, his back facing the cables now. He drops in reverse, catapulting Aurora into the air before sending her crashing face first into the steel cage over the ropes. The fans react with disgust and shock as Aurora bounces off the steel and flies backwards, tumbling onto her back, looking completely out of it. An eager, bleeding Hurse crawls into the cover, burying his shoulders into the back of her thighs.

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Aurora kicks out to cheers from the crowd while Hurse falls onto his back, sliding his hands into his bloodied features. To his disbelief Aurora is starting to force herself upward, holding her face while reaching for her neck as well after those two catapult moves. Hurse stands up, not allowing her any leeway before rushing in and kicking her hard to the ribs, knocking her over onto her back again. With Rose prone Hurse jumps into the air, coming down with a knee right into her face, striking a spot that seems to have been opened up a bit. Aurora kicks her legs into the air then falling onto her side facing the opposite direction as the bloodied World Champion, some claret beginning to flow a little from her head as well. Before she can get comfortable in this position, a ravenous Hurse grabs hold of her hair, yanking her onto her knees then pulling her towards the ropes. He sticks her neck over the middle one then reaches his hands over the top rope, grabbing that middle cable and pulling up on it while pushing the side of his body into the back of her head. He is strangling Aurora against the cables, the fans booing and hissing at him as a result. Yes, the fans have transformed into snakes apparently. Rose is gagging as the air is kept from reaching her lungs with this vicious choke in the cables. Ingelson steps in, trying to pry Hurse off of Aurora, powerless to disqualify him though.

Finally he grabs Hurse around the arm, pulling him away from Aurora who’s face was turning purple. The Champion spins around to face Ingelson, getting into a heated argument with him, even going as far as to grab the collar of his shirt, shaking him violently. In the meanwhile Desolation spits through the cage wall right into the face of Aurora, who seems to grow angry, waking up thanks to the saliva seeping down her features. As Hurse continues to argue with the referee, Ingelson finally has enough and shoves him backwards. Hurse is launched off of his feet and down back first onto the canvas, looking up terrified at Ingelson who points at his referee shirt, insisting that he is the one in control here. The Champion listens while rising to his feet, turning back towards Aurora who is standing up with her spine pressed to the cables. Hurse kicks her quickly to the gut to double her over before grabbing her by the wrist, whipping her off across the ring. Aurora rushes into the cables as Hurse comes charging in after her only for Rose to jump into the air, landing feet first on the second rope and with no hands moonsaulting over backwards. She goes for the kayrana before Hurse catches her on top of his shoulder, the fans vocalizing their anger as a result of this. The Champion turns with Aurora on his shoulder to face the cage wall, charging at it quickly to throw her into it before Rose slips off his shoulder, landing behind him then pushing him forward right into the cage. Hurse flies over the ropes and slams into the steel links of the cage face first, bouncing off before staggering backwards. He turns around right as Aurora grabs him by the back of the head, rushing him across the ring and throwing him over the ropes again face first right into the opposite wall. Hurse bashes off with a very dazed glint forming in his eyes, blood smearing his features, dripping down his skin.

Dan: Aurora back in control and taking it to Hurse in this title match!

Mayne: Strange, I would think she’s usually the type who likes to have men take it to her, several at once in fact.

Dan: Cliche sexual inferences? Have you really sunk that low Billy?

Mayne: Yes, yes I have.

The crimson covering Hurse’s face only becomes thicker as he stumbles backwards towards Aurora who jumps into the air, dropkicking him to the back. The impact again sends Hurse forward with enough momentum to fly over the ropes face first into the cage wall. A glossy look inhabits Hurse’s eyes while falling to his feet on the canvas, turning around to face Aurora who catches him under one arm while stepping to his side, then reaches out, hooking the other. She puts her leg in front of Hurse’s then hits him with a reverse Russian Leg Sweep, planting the Champion face first hard into the canvas. Hurse bounces off the ring then drops onto his back, Aurora turning before crawling into the cover, into the hook of his leg.

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Hurse kicks out to the shock of everyone once again. Desolation just cannot believe what he is seeing, while Too Magnificent shouts through the cage right at the referee, Ingelson sticking two fingers out in front of Aurora’s face. Rose grimaces before sliding around on the canvas, immediately locking Hurse in a front gantry. She has him completely grounded on the canvas, the World Champion weakened and dazed, unable to counter out of the submission just yet. He gets to his knees, trying to force himself up to his feet with Aurora still holding onto the front gantry, really locking it in with her upper body strength. Nothing she does though can keep the World Champion from reaching his feet, bent forward while still trapped in the hold. But Aurora breaks it abruptly, rushing into the cables at Hurse’s side, bouncing off then coming back in as she catches him around the neck, delivering a huge swinging neckbreaker. Hurse crashes hard into the canvas, sitting up and reaching for the back of his head in pain while Aurora gets to her feet behind him, then rushes into the ropes in front of him. She bounces off, coming back in then jumping into the air, flipping over top Hurse’s head while catching him around the neck, pulling him down into a flipping neckbreaker now out of the seated position. Hurse crashes hard into the canvas with Aurora landing behind him, her arm still wrapped around his neck. She spins her hips, rolling Hurse with him onto his knees before standing up, preparing for some type of suplex. Before she can hit it though, Hurse drives his forearm desperately into her gut, causing Aurora to be doubled over, breaking the front gantry. Hurse then stands at her side, taking the back of her head, rushing her at the cage wall before Rose steps up the cables, reaching the top one then flipping over top of the Champion’s shoulder, landing on her feet behind him. Hurse spins around in shock before Aurora charges forward right at him only for her leg to be grabbed and for her to be elevated into the air, flap jacked face first right into the cage wall.

Desolation and Too Magnificent cheer as Aurora bashes off the steel then falls throat first right onto the top rope. She bounces off before turning, gagging towards the center of the ring where Hurse promptly steps in with a mafia style kick right under the jaw, knocking her onto her back. Hurse quickly turns, falling into the cover on top of her in a desperate state.

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Again Aurora kicks out to much praise from the crowd, Hurse rising to his knees, staring through his blood at Ingelson in outrage once more.

Mayne: What an offensive flurry from Hurse, taking it right to Aurora Rose after her head collided with that steel cage. I don’t think I can ever remember a cage match starting off as crazy and frantic as this one. Mostly thanks to Hurse and his expert timing.

Douglas: I can smell the shit literally coming out of your mouth, Billy. But your right, this has been a fast, heated, and bloody match from the start, with very little, to no rest periods thus far. These two are just going all out against one another.

Hurse gets to his feet, his teeth gritting against one another throughout the process, one of the few white places left on his blood smeared features. He gets to his feet, stumbling a bit before bracing himself then grabbing Aurora by the hair, pulling her up to her knees. He now drags her to her feet before kicking her to the gut and double underhooking both of her arms. Hurse snaps over backwards into a huge double underhook suplex that plants Aurora hard into the canvas. Hurse bridges over into the double underhook for a second before rolling over in reverse right onto his feet with both of Aurora’s arms still trapped. He drags her up to his feet in front of her in the double underhook then throws her up into the air, catching her on top of his shoulders then dropping into a huge sitout tiger bomb with the pin.

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Again Aurora somehow kicks out, turning away from Hurse who rolls with her though, grabbing hold of her legs. Hurse stands up over her back, pulling up on the legs under his armpits, almost sitting on her upper back. He has the basic version of the liontamer applied, not bothering to turn around to establish the Legend Lock, possibly too disorientated to do so. This leaves Aurora in a tremendous amount of pain, pushing herself up onto her elbows, glaring straight at the cables which are so far away. She is screaming at the top of her lungs while trying to move towards the cables although they will not provide any reprieve from this submission hold. Nevertheless she reaches out for the ropes and grabs the bottom one, Hurse’s eyes widen with rage as Ingelson steps in front of him, persisting that he break the hold. The Champion throws down Aurora’s legs even though he didn’t have to, appearing as if he’s absolutely snapped as he bends down, grabbing Rose by the hair. Before she can fight it she’s dragged to her feet by the hair and the back of her tights then rushed at the ropes, thrown through them with tremendous forced face first into the cage wall. The crowd reacts with shock as part of the wall almost breaks away as a result of the force in which Aurora’s body was thrown into it. She just lays gut first over the bottom rope, her face pushed against the wall as a deranged Hurse steps in, dropping to his knees behind the cables. He reaches through then, placing his hands to the back of Rose’s head while pushing it back and forth across the mesh wiring, ripping at her features. Hurse chuckles to himself in an absolutely crazed manner while Aurora tries to get her hands up, grabbing the cage, attempting to push herself away but being unable to do so.

Desolation and Too Magnificent clap on the outside of the cage as Hurse continues to drive Aurora’s face across the cold hard steel, grinding her features into it. Ingelson is begging ordering him to stop but he won’t, taking great satisfaction in what he’s doing to Aurora. After several moments of ripping at her face with the cage he stands up, stepping away from her, glaring down at her body though with dementia almost captured in his cruel, uncaring and blood smeared features. That same claret substance is now dribbling down Aurora’s face as she fights to get to her feet, pulling her lower body through the cage onto the apron. She holds onto the cage wall to drag herself to her feet when Hurse steps around in a semi circle across the canvas before turning around, charging in with tremendous speed then jumping into the air. He connects with a heat seeking dropkick right to the back of Aurora’s head, driving her face into the cage wall to the disgust of many of the fans. She bounces off the steel then falls backwards onto the ropes, her arms tumbling over the top one in order to keep herself upright. She then turns, falling to the apron side first with a very off, glazed glint in her eyes.

Mayne: Yes, yes, Hurse is just destroying Aurora Rose now in the ring, this is a beautiful scene of destruction.

Dan: And yet you accuse me of being a sadist. Hurse looks to have lost his mind in that cage against Aurora.

A bloodied Hurse turns towards Desolation, who is giving him a thumbs up, thoroughly enjoying what he is seeing from the World Champion now. Hurse turns towards Rose, stepping towards her and grabbing her around the chin, turning her around so that he can slap on a front gantry. With a grunt he hoists Aurora into the air in a suplex position but then turns, releasing her head and falling to the canvas across his knees, just letting her drop right down to the canvas across her back at his side. Rose hits the ring violently while Hurse gets to his knees, a bright smile plastered across his bloodied face. In a slow manner he makes his way up to his feet then turns towards one of the turnbuckles, staggering towards it. He shakes his head to get it straight while grabbing the cables, dragging himself up them towards the cage wall, obviously looking to win by escaping. This drawls the ire of the fans while the battered Champion moves up the ropes very slowly, getting to the top one, glaring to the highest point of the cage wall. He slips his fingers into the mesh, dragging himself painstakingly towards the top of the cage, looking to escape this hell, to free himself from the vindictiveness of Aurora Rose. Desolation and Too Magnificent stand beneath him, shouting words of encouragement, hoping he can make it up the cage but their hopes seem to be dashed as Aurora rolls to a crawling base, snapping out of it. She starts to crawl towards the turnbuckle Hurse is moving up, his hand reaching over the top, grabbing the other side. The fans are screaming, realizing he is just seconds away from retaining his World title. Before he can pull himself over though, Aurora climbs up the turnbuckle beneath him, grabbing hold of his ankle, grasping it tightly. Hurse tries his best to kick her away, attempting to get free to the best of his abilities, but she won’t let go of him. Aurora realizes if she lets go he’ll retain the title so she now jumps upward and drives her forearm right into the testicles of the World Champion. Hurse’s eyes widen with shock from the pain coursing through his genital region, barely able to hold onto the cage after the strike. He slips down, landing feet first on the top rope in front of Rose, who grabs him by the back of the head then drives him face first into the cage wall. Hurse turns around in a very disorientated state with Aurora standing in front of him before his eyes widen with anger. Just as he steps forward Aurora jumps into the air, landing right on top of his shoulders then dropping backwards, connecting with a hurricarana off the top rope on a standing World Champion. Hurse is sent flying across the ring, flipping over and crashing hard on his back upon the ring, the fans just going insane.

Douglas: What a hurricarana from Aurora!

Mayne: No, why won’t she just let Hurse retain his title already?

The fans are still standing, putting their hands together while both athletes lye on the canvas, barely moving. Aurora is the first to begin showing signs of life though, rolling to her hands and knees while glaring at the cage door, realizing that Hurse is perhaps completely out of it. She starts to crawl towards the door only for Desolation to step around in front of it, shoving the outside referee out of the way then placing his feet against it, leaning back first against the barricade. He has his body wedged behind the door, keeping it closed so that Aurora can’t possibly escape through it and win the World title. The slightly bloodied Rose turns her attention towards the cage wall, beginning to crawl towards it now with Hurse still completely laid out. She grabs the ropes, dragging herself up to her feet then reaching out for the cage wall, taking hold of it, pulling herself up the turnbuckle. A buzz begins to start from the fans as Aurora gets to the top rope, her legs wobbling beneath her though, then beginning to pull herself towards the top of the cage. Right as she is about to though she spots Too Magnificent standing on the outside of the ring, having grabbed a trash can out from under it. He hits the outside of the cage wall with the can and then points it at her, as if insinuating that she’s in store for a beating should she try to make it out of the cage.

Douglas: Would you look at this? Talk about ridiculous. The Alpha Generation is keeping Aurora from being able to escape the cage.

Mayne: Oh come on, Desolation is just stretching, and Too Magnificent thought he saw a bug on the cage wall that he squashed with the trash can, that’s all.

Dan: If you believe these things you are saying you need to be fitted for knee pads a helmet right now.

Aurora doesn’t know quite what to do, debating her options here while continuing to stand on the top rope. Before she has time to think about anything else though Hurse gets to his feet and rushes in. He shows remarkable agility as he springs into the air, landing feet first right on the turnbuckle behind Aurora then wrapping his arms around his waist, dropping back into a top rope German suplex. Aurora is flipped over, crashing hard into the canvas across her chest and face with Hurse lying on the canvas as well, the fans screaming over what they just witnessed. Rose and Hurse appear completely out of it now while Desolation and Too Magnificent nod approvingly on the outside of the ring.

I HOPE YOU’RE SATISFIED!

The fans explode as these words are screamed over the PA system, tying into AWOL’s theme music. Through the curtains drives, not runs, AWOL, seated in a golf cart with the roof ripped off and holding an active chainsaw in one of his hands. The crowd is going nuts as AWOL drives the golfcart straight for the ring, flailing the chainsaw at his side, heading right for Too Magnificent who looks shocked, taking off around the ring to avoid the crazed GM. Desolation jumps over the barricade to avoid him as he drives by, chasing after Too Magnificent who is running around the cage with AWOL in hot pursuit.

Mayne: AWOL is chasing Too Magnificent in a golfcart with a chainsaw! I told you Dan, I told you AWOL had a screw loose.

Dan: He’s evening up the odds here in a very demented manner I guess you could say.

Too Magnificent looks over his shoulder at the golfcart and the demented AWOL still swinging the chainsaw in a circular manner at his side. The Alpha Generation member rushes up the ramp towards the backstage area with the GM in hot pursuit, leaving behind a crowd that is almost as crazed as himself. In the meanwhile, during this frantic encounter, Hurse has pushed himself to his elbows and knees, blood streaming down his face while he crawls oh so desperately for the cage door. It is so far away though, his battered, bruised body almost incapable of making it to it. Instead of the outside ref opening the door, Desolation steps towards the cage and does it himself, finally exiting the fans who are vocalizing their disgust. Desolation flings the door open and now reaches inside, grabbing Hurse by his wrist’s, trying to pull him through. But Aurora desperately grabs hold of his ankle, keeping him from escaping. Hurse kicks and screams, trying to get free, trying with every bit of his being to escape through that cage door. Rose won’t let him though, just continues to grasp hold of his ankle, trying to force him back into the center of the ring. Desolation is still pulling on his arms however, keeping Aurora from being able to do so, both the Dark Man and Rose playing tug of war with Hurse’s bloodied body.

Mayne: They’re going to rip Hurse apart! Let go of him Rose, let go of him.

Douglas: Pull harder Rose, pull harder!

The fans are screaming as Hurse is dragged closer to the cage door then pulled right back towards Aurora. Desolation is really gripping his arms, but he’s starting to slip free of the Dark Man. The crowd then starts cheering as Seth Owens rushes down the ramp, no longer caring about rather he could be suspended by entering the ringside area with his damaged arm. He charges right up behind Desolation, driving his forearm into his upper back as the Dark Man spins around and receives a right directly under the jaw. Desolation is staggered, releasing Hurse as a result as the World Champion is dragged towards the center of the ring, scraping and clawing at the canvas desperately. As soon as he reaches almost the center Aurora drops an elbow right into his upper back, further inciting the pain that courses through his body. Seth is still striking Desolation under the jaw, before the former Champ responds with a knee lift to Owen’s gut, doubling him over. Desolation then strikes Owens to the side of the face before Seth launches himself forward with his own knee strike to the still weary Dark Man. Inside the ring an exhausted, bloodied Aurora has taken hold of Hurse’s head, dragging him up to his feet and then placing him in a side headlock before pointing at the cables. It’s obvious that she is setting up for the Sinful Desire (Stratusfaction), thus getting the crowd out of their seats. She charges forward at the ropes, dragging Hurse along before jumping into the air, extending her feet. However, Hurse counters, placing his hands to her back and shoving her over the ropes, sending her flying right at the cage wall. To the astonishment of the fans though, Aurora catches hold of the cage with her hands and feet then begins to climb it quickly, looking to escape. Everyone is going nuts before Hurse turns around, realizing that Aurora is just seconds from reaching the top of the cage. Panic becomes clear on his blood smeared face, quickly rushing forward, jumping into the air and grabbing her by the ankle. Aurora tries to kick him away with her arm reaching over the top of the cage, grabbing the other side. She twists her body to kick downward at his face while he climbs up after her.

Douglas: Aurora almost escaping the cage now that AWOL has taken care of Too Magnificent, and Seth Owens is battling Desolation. She could become World Champion right here!

Mayne: No, no, this is almost blasphemous!

The fans are still screaming as Aurora begins to pull herself over the top of the cage only for Hurse to grab hold of her ankle once again, trying to drag her back down. Aurora is holding on too tightly though, refusing to be pulled off the cage. She is almost screaming as she tries to exert the strength to pull herself over. Finally Hurse drags her down though as he steps onto the top rope, using both hands to do so. Aurora comes down off the cage and lands gut first on Hurse’s shoulder, the World Champion using one of his hands to hold onto the cage wall and steady himself. He begins to turn towards the ring with her on his shoulder though before Rose counters, wrapping her arm around his neck then dropping off the top rope with a tornado DDT. Hurse is pulled off the cables and dragged all the way down to the canvas with the huge DDT, the Champion’s head crashing violently off the ring and sending the crowd into an uproar.

Dan: What a counter by Aurora, she just hit the tornado DDT from the top rope on Hurse! The Champion is down, the Champion is down, Aurora get out of the cage now while you have the chance! The title is yours!

Mayne: How did she pull that off? This isn’t fair, Hurse isn’t use to facing people this acrobatic, he’s use to battling big slouches like Psycho!

Everyone is going nuts as Rose gets to her hands and knees, staring at the cage door now that was left open. Ingelson watches as she crawls towards the door, perhaps even he’s hoping that she makes it out and wins the title. Hurse is completely unconscious though, lying on the canvas, arms and legs sprawled out to his sides, making it impossible for him to stop the bloodied Rose. She is getting closer and closer to that cage door, just seconds away from crawling out of it while Seth has Desolation reeling, leaning back first against the barricade while slugging him to the face with closed right hands. Everyone is overly excited, anxious in fact for Aurora to make it out of the cage while she grabs the ropes, pulling herself to her feet, sticking her head through them. The World title is within her grasp before the cage door swings violently, right into her skull. The fans respond with outrage at the sight of Pat Evans, who just flung the door closed right into Aurora’s bloodied features. Rose is sent flying backwards across the ring, crashing onto her back after taking the collision to the head from the cage door. A sickening, yet apathetic smile comes to Pat’s face while he watches this, stepping around the cage then backing up the ramp.

Dan: No! Pat Evans just came out of nowhere and slammed that cage door right in Aurora’s face. He may have just cost her the World title.

Mayne: Yes, yes, I love you Pat Evans, as much as a man can love another man without things getting creepy.

The crowd is unleashing their outrage onto Evans who steps around to the mats then begins to back up the ramp, eyeing the events in the cage rather closely. Hurse gets to his elbows and knees, crawling towards the open cage door with his body ravaged in pain, in great agony. The World Champion reaches the ropes with the fans screaming for Aurora who is absolutely whipped out by the door shot to her face. He reaches under the ropes, grabbing the edge of the apron then dragging himself through the doorway. His body is shaking with claret streaming down his face before he turns his body and collapses onto the steps, rolling down them before falling onto his back on the outside mats, the bell chiming in the background. The crowd watches on with disgust at the sight of Hurse retaining his World title once again.

Dan: Dammit, dammit to hell! Hurse has retained the Championship, he has beaten Aurora Rose thanks to the assistance of the Alpha Generation and Pat Evans.

Mayne: Did they drag him out of the cage, no, they didn’t. He escaped on his own, that means he won this on his own.

Dan: They did try to drag him through the cage for crying out loud!

Seth goes for another strike on Desolation who kicks him to the gut though then steps forward, hammerlocking his damaged arm, dragging it out of the brace then throwing him down shoulder first into the steel plates of the barricade. Seth bashes off them violently then falls onto his back, rolling across the mats while gripping his shoulder in tremendous pain. The Dark Man then staggers towards the World title grabbing it off the mats before throwing it on top of Hurse, who is still lying on his back a bloodied mess. Instinctively he wraps his arms around the championship, coddling it like it was an infant. Desolation grabs Hurse around the arm, forcing him up to his feet then allowing the Champion to use him as a crutch as they make their way towards the ramp. Hurse can barely stand yet he’s pulled along by Desolation, the World title tightly clasped in his arms. They take a second for Hurse to turn around, lifting the belt in the air above his head then almost falling over, Desolation having to catch him around the waist and drag him towards the backstage area. Aurora begins to regain her senses in the ring as Seth Owens slides in, holding his shoulder in tremendous pain, but blocking it from his mind in favor of checking on Rose’s condition.

Dan: This is sickening, absolutely sickening. I cannot believe Hurse has again narrowly escaped with the World Heavyweight title.

Mayne: But the key word there is “escaped,” or “with,” or “title.” I’m not sure which one is the key word, but the point is Hurse is still champion, live with it.

Hurse again almost tumbles over but is grabbed by Desolation, continuing to hold him as they both stagger onto the stage where Robin Brooks has materialized. She is clapping her hands while stepping towards Hurse, who basically falls on top of her. Robin wraps her arms around her mid-section, planting a kiss on his bloodied face while she and Desolation leads him through the curtains to the back, the World title still in their possession. Seth holds Aurora around the back of the head, lifting up on it while staring desperately into her eyes, past the blood smeared on her face. All the while he mouths obscenities directed at the Alpha Generation and Pat Evans.


I NEED A HERO!


Sitting, crying over an empty twelve pack is where you’ll find Bitchcakes McPhee. He is seated on a bench in a dimly lit lockeroom, a sad look on his slobbingly features while examining the empty box before him, wondering where the contents have run off to. He signs, his large back falling towards his sternum while finding himself in almost tears over the departure of his alcoholic beverages. That’s when the sound of something flying through the air, enters his ears, McPhee looking up with confusion draped on his otherwise dreary features. Without warning none other than Max Power swoops downward from off camera and lands on his feet right beside McPhee, fists placed to his hips in your basic superhero pose. His cape blows in the wind while Bitchcakes becomes excited, dropping the box then rising anxiously to his feet, jumping for joy at the sight of the masked figure.

Bitchcakes: Wow, it’s you, it’s really you.

Power turns his head and nods it in almost an animated, cartoonish fashion that only further excites McPhee.

McPhee: But how come you didn’t bring me any gifts last year Santa?

A momentary glimpse of confusion settles on Powers face before he rolls his eyes and continues.

Power: Never fear citizen, for Max Power has come to the rescue. And no, I have no relation whatsoever to Old Saint Nick and his dastardly invasion of people’s homes. I’ve come because I’ve heard your cries for assistance in the cold night air. Wherever crime and tyranny lurks that’s where you’ll find me, Max Power to the rescue!

McPhee’s eyes are wide with energy and excitement, he seems positively giddy, almost shivering with joy over the arrival of the superhero.

Bitchcake: I bet that pager on your belt helps too.

McPhee motions towards Max’s utility belt where a pager is present, lit up and active. Power appears surprised that it is there before he quickly changes the subject.

Power: Pay no mind to that loyal citizen, and tell me of your dilemma so that I may fly away and apprehend the foul wretch responsible for your misery.

Max swings his arms around in a comical manner, even turning in a full rotation while speaking before sticking his forearm out in Bitchcakes’ direction. McPhee seems positively astonished by all these movements and gyrations.

McPhee: Oh, oh, can I fly with you? It be just like that scene from Superman. You can be Lois Lane, and I’ll be Superman. Yay!

Again Bitchcakes jumps up and down in excitement while Power closes his eyes and sighs with disgust.

Max: Just tell me your friggin problem already.

Bitchcakes tries to remember why he needed Max’s help in the first place, lifting his finger to his lips and batting his eyes throughout the process. He then finally shrugs, as if he can’t recall, only adding to Max’s increasing frustration.

Power: It had something to do with beeeeerrr.

Bitchcakes: OH YEAH! Some guy....oh, I mean, some dastardly fiend, stole my beer right out of my locker last week. I went to the police, a private investigator, the fire department, former President Bill Clinton, and none of them would, or could help me. You’re my last hope Max Power. Please find out who stole my beer, and if possible return it to me safely before it can be harmed.

Max makes another few comical movements with his arms before sticking his fingers under his jaw, pretending to listen.

Max: Even though it goes against my principles to help one with their alcoholic consumption, I’ll agree to assist you just this once Bitchcakes, to bring this sinister thief to justice.

Bitchcakes: Yay. Thank you, thank you Max Power. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to thank Max Craven for getting us together to solve this mind boggling mystery. Oh wait, I got the perfect idea. I’ll go sign Craven and me up to take on the Alpha Gen at Born Again. We can be partners, and then down the line, tag team champions.

Power is too busy swinging his cape around under his arms to notice what was just said. It takes a second for him to realize what was just uttered, his eyes opening widely and his jaw dropping a bit as he turns towards McPhee.

Power: SAY WHAT!?! Um, I mean, I don’t think that would be the most prudent choice for you citizen, as Craven tends to work on his own.

McPhee: Oh, nonsense, he’ll love it. If he doesn’t win the X-Class contendership match tonight, that’s just what I’ll do. Bitchcakes and Craven, the tag team champions, yay!

Power appears greatly distressed by this but tries not to show it, attempting to keep up his heroic facade.

Power: I must be off then, to save more of those in need, I will return though once I have apprehended the criminal responsible for your suffering.

The words strike relief within Bitchcakes, who smiles widely before Power turns and jumps out of the camera’s frame, the sound of the wind picking up beneath his flying body being the only thing that Bitchcakes is left with. McPhee looks upward in shock while he continues to grin. He then snaps his fingers and looks towards the bench, stepping towards it before stepping onto it. He balances himself on it before jumping off, trying to fly as well only to crash onto the concrete with a hard thud.

Bitchcakes: Ohhh, I think I broke something.

Bitchcakes continues to lie on the floor before looking up sluggishly.

McPhee: Oh look, an Almond!

His plump fingers reach out, trying to get under the locker and at the tasty treat left deposited there.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



UNHATCHING A PLOT


A loud mixed reaction emanates from the crowd as Simon Cagero is shown talking with his 425 pound brother, Christopher, both men marching through the backstage corridors. Chris looks down at the floor, as if depressed about something while Simon barks out orders at him. They have their bags thrown over their shoulders while approaching Simon’s Infiniti G35. He hits a button his keys to pop the trunk while moving towards it quickly, the windows all tinted to block the view of the interior.

Simon: Listen Christopher, tonight things worked out perfectly. Our plan was fucking brilliant, and that cum-stain Pat Evans never saw it coming.

Chris continues to shake his head before catching a glimpse of his excited brother who fills the trunk with his bags.

Christopher: Are you sure that what we’re doing is right, Simon? Couldn’t we get in trouble for all of this?

A smirk comes to Simon’s face before he shakes his head and grabs Chris’ bags from his shoulders, throwing them into the trunk as well before finally slamming it shut.

Simon: Your so naive Christopher. Sometimes I wonder how we’re even related. Trust me, have I ever steered you wrong before?

Christopher: Yes, plenty of times.

The revelation freezes Simon for a second as he scans his mind, trying to come up with something to say in his defense.

Simon: Well, I’m not this time. Don’t worry, everything will work out, so stop being such a big bitch and get in the car.

A sigh of grief comes from Christopher as both men open the car-doors. Just as they do giggles can be heard from inside the car, Christopher jumping back as he looks inside, glaring at two chuckling Chinese females positioned in the back seat. They ogle Simon, but Christopher gives his brother an even colder stare.

Christopher: How the hell did they get in there?

Simon: They’ve been waiting for us all day.

Christopher: What!?!

Simon: Don’t worry, don’t worry, I cracked the windows so they wouldn’t suffocate.

Simon slips into his seat while Christopher just watches on with batting eyes, completely dumbfounded by all this before his massive frame squeezes into the car as well.


ROBIN BROOKS VS. ROXAS KNOXX VS. MAX CRAVEN
X-CLASS CONTENDERSHIP


Dan Douglas: “Up next we have what will probably be a show stealing match between two of the top X-Class division competitors and the current X-Class champion. The rules might be a bit weird, but that won’t stop it from being a highly contested match up.”

Billy Mayne: “A little weird? My brain is still hurting. For the love of god this is a contendership match WITH the champion involved. I don’t understand the booking of this place sometimes Dan.”

Dan Douglas: “Well it is simple Billy. If either Roxas Knoxx or Max Craven wins, then they will face off against the X-Class champion Robin Brooks at IWC’s first big Pay-Per-View event: Born Again. If Brooks wins, then she will get to name her challenger for the X-Class championship at Born Again.”

Billy Mayne: “Anyone you say? So for example she can choose Killjoy, or Piddle & Plop?”

Dan Douglas: “Any contracted IWC wrestler Billy.”

Billy Mayne: “Damn.”

Dan Douglas: “Anyway, let’s get down to ringside for Kailey Wolf and the ring introductions.”

A lion's roar is heard as "Maybe I'm A Lion" by The Black Mages begins over the loudspeakers. A thunderclap at the end of the spoken "Maybe I'm a lion" line signals the instant dimming of the lights and the sudden flashing of green lasers emanating from the stage. Max and his valet Mercy appear from the back, Max's fists thrust out high in front of him. When he gets to the center of the stage, he lowers them in a muscular crab pose, roaring like a strong, proud lion, then gives a cheesy thumbs-up to the cheering crowd, while Mercy has her hands on her hips incredulously. He proudly walks to the ring, periodically throwing a thumbs-up, then slides in under the bottom rope and thrusts his pelvis on the canvas, then quickly pushes up, and spreads his legs wide enough for Mercy to slide in under them. After she does, he kneels down as if he's going to do her doggy-style, and she turns her head to him, kissing him on the lips. They both get to their feet and raise their arms triumphantly; Max gives her a good-bye peck, then his jacket and shades, as she leaves the ring to go her supporting corner. Max waits in the same corner for his opponents.

Dan Douglas: “The man mountain in this match, Max Craven. He has the height and the weight advantage over his opponents in this match. I must say that he is going to be the main target in this one.”

Billy Mayne: “Well seeing as he is in the ring with two women, and women that are smaller then himself, he is going to be the man who wins this one.”

Dan Douglas: “A bit sexist there Billy?”

Billy Mayne: “Not at all. Both of the girls are smaller then he is, so logically he would be the one to dominate this match. Mind you, if I was in his place I’d be more then willing to lay down for two women.”

“School Of Hard Knocks” by POD hits the sound system and the crowd breaks into a mixture of cheers and boos as Roxas Knoxx makes her way out onto the stage. Knoxx stops for a moment and looks at the man she is going to face in a few minutes. The cheering from the crowd gets louder as Knoxx mouths off at Craven as she makes her way down to the ring. At the ring Knoxx slides under the bottom rope and flips up onto her feet right in front of Craven. The two stand looking at each other for a moment before the referee pushes them both back into their respective corners to await the arrival of the X-Class champion.

Dan Douglas: “Roxas Knoxx, one of the fastest up and comers in this company. She’s been on a roll; beating some of the best of the new breed around here and is probably the peoples choice for the top contenders spot in the X-Class division.”

Billy Mayne: “Not to mention she is smoking hot. She’s probably the hottest piece to hit the wrestling business since Robin Brooks herself. Hell, she is better then Robin. I’d be happy to see her in nothing but the X-Class championship around her waist.”

Dan Douglas: “You really need to calm down there Billy. Remember we are on international television.”

Rumor by Lindsay Lohan starts to play and after 15 seconds the curtains start to move & out runs Robin Brooks. Brooks runs to the middle of the stage as white pyro goes off sending stars above the X-Class champion. Sparklers are now shooting off along the edge of the stage and ramp as Brooks does some of her kick boxing moves; she then waves to the crowd who give her a great cheer in reply. Sprinting down the ramp she continues to wave and smile at the fans, blowing them kisses. Brooks then slides into the ring and raises her X-Class championship belt into the air to a great reaction from the crowd as her music fades out and she gets ready for her match.

Dan Douglas: “And there is the X-Class champion. She’s coming off a well deserved win against Nathan Creed and is probably the finest women’s wrestler on the planet right now. After all, she is the first student of one of the best characters from the ULW days, Killjoy.”

Billy Mayne: “Speaking of Killjoy, did you notice him earlier tonight? I wonder what’s going on there.”

Dan Douglas: “That’s none of our business Billy. We’re here to call a match and that’s exactly what we are going to do.”

The referee finishes his usual check and calls for the bell. The match begins with all three competitors looking at each other, wondering what the hell they are going to do in this hard to compete in match up. After a minute or so all three charge in and lock up together. They all struggle against each other, trying to get the upper hand only to break apart seconds later. They go back to looking at each other for a moment before all three lock it up again. They all struggle against each other again only to once again break apart. Craven, looking frustrated, hits both women right in the face. The two women look at each other for a second before unloading a huge mess of right hand punches to the face of Craven, pushing him back against the ropes. Both women grab Craven and send him across the ring with an Irish whip; Craven bounces back and looks to take both women out with a clothesline but they duck it. The women turn around and both hit a drop kick right in the center of Craven’s chest which sends him tumbling over the top rope and out onto the floor. Craven lands on his feet and hits the ring apron out of frustration. Inside the ring, Knoxx & Brooks look at each other and have a small few second conversation before Knoxx gets down on her hands and knees and Brooks runs off to the ropes. Brooks bounces off the ropes and uses Knoxx as a springboard to help launch her over the top rope and right into Craven. Knoxx waits for Brooks to get up and drag Craven up with her before Knoxx runs the ropes and dives over the top rope with a Summersault placha that only hits Craven. Brooks rolls back into the ring and after a few seconds, Knoxx joins her in the ring.

Billy Mayne: “Woohoo! The girls are teaming up against the guy. You know, in the bedroom this would be a guy’s dream, but in the ring it looks to be Craven’s nightmare.”

Dan Douglas: “Amazing high flying action that you will only find here in IWC. Now while my fellow commentator will only speak about his desire to get laid, I’m going to keep you up to date on the real action that’s going on in the ring.”

Billy Mayne: “Well geez Dan, bring the mood down why don’t you.”

Dan Douglas: “Knoxx and Brooks teaming up against Craven is one of the best moves to make at this stage in the match. But you have to wonder how long they will work together before it breaks down into a cat fight.”

Billy Mayne: “Now you know I’d love to see that!”

The two women shake hands and then begin to circle each other in the ring. After a moment they lock up and struggle for dominance. Brooks takes control and gets behind Knoxx with a hammerlock that is quickly switched out for a headlock. Knoxx pushes Brooks of with ease and sends her into the ropes. Knoxx tries for a hip toss but Brooks lands on her feet and takes Knoxx over with a hip toss of his own. Brooks goes for a leg drop but Knoxx sits up and counters with a drop kick attempt on Brooks but she rolls out of the way and tries to drop an elbow on Knoxx but Knoxx rolls out of the way and both women get to their feet at the same time and have a stand off. The crowd is going nuts at this exchange by two of the top female contenders in IWC. Craven is seen sliding back into the ring behind Brooks and looks to take her out. Knoxx pushes Brooks out of the way and hits a dropsault on Craven, knocking him back into the corner. As Knoxx is getting back to her feet, Brooks uses her back to get enough height to connect with a knee to the face of Craven. Craven stumbles out of the corner and gets taken to the mat with a top toe hold by Knoxx. Brooks jumps up onto the top rope and hits a flying elbow drop into Craven’s back before turning him over and going for the cover.

1…

2…

Knoxx pulls Brooks off of Craven.

The two women stand face to face, Knoxx saying to Brooks that she won’t win that easily. Brooks replies with an forearm shot to Knoxx’s head.

Billy Mayne: “Here we go baby! The cat fight is coming!”

Dan Douglas: “Both girls continue to get along when it’s needed, but now they are breaking down into a fight that by the sounds of it, the whole crowd wants to see.”

Billy Mayne: “Damn right! Everyone wants to see the cat fight!”

Dan Douglas: “I think they want to see a competitive fight between the two top women and the two top X-Class division wrestlers.”

Billy Mayne: “Bah! We want a cat fight and that’s what we are gonna get.”

Brooks continues to hit Knoxx with forearm shots to the head, backing Knoxx up against the ropes. Brooks shoots Knoxx across the ring and waits for Knoxx to return. Knoxx bounces off the ropes and Brooks jumps into the air with a spinning heel kick but Knoxx ducks it, bounces off the ropes, and connects with a cross body block on Brooks and holds it for the pin.

1…

2…

Brooks kicks out before the three.

Knoxx lifts Brooks up to her feet and drags her over to the corner. Knoxx wraps her arm around Brooks’ head and springs up onto the top turnbuckle and swings off, hitting a great swinging DDT on Brooks. Knoxx gets up and gets pounded by a huge clothesline from Craven. Craven grabs Knoxx and takes her over with a gut wrench suplex. Craven picks up Knoxx, shoots her into the ropes and drives her into the mat with a huge spine buster. Craven stays down for the cover.

1…

2…

Brooks hits Craven on the back to make the save and breaks up the count.

Dan Douglas: “Counter after counter after counter and none of these great competitors are going to stay down for the three count just yet.”

Billy Mayne: “I must say I’m also impressed. But not by their moves, but by the fact that we haven’t seen this break down into a cat fight yet!”

Dan Douglas: “Will you give it a rest Billy? Please?”

Billy Mayne: “Nope. Not till we see a cat fight!”

Craven picks Brooks up and whips her into the ropes; Brooks bounces off the rope and Craven catches her before delivering a belly-to-belly overhead release suplex. Brooks rotates and lands on her feet as Craven turns around and Brooks takes him over with a Hurricanrana. Craven rolls to his feet and Brooks takes him over again with another Hurricanrana and again Craven rolls back to his feet and Brooks hits him with a running Enziguri that only takes Craven down to one knee. Brooks takes a run up, jumps over the top of Craven and grabs him for a sunset flip into a pin.

1…

2…

Kick out by Craven.

Brooks waits for Craven to get up; Knoxx sneaks up behind her and rolls Brooks up for a pin.

1…

Craven hits Knoxx to break it up.

Craven picks up Knoxx and hits a German suplex on her and holds on for the pin.

1…

2…

Brooks jumps onto Craven with a splash and holds for the cover.

1…

2…

Knoxx grabs Brooks and rolls her up again for the pin

1…

2…

Craven kicks Knoxx in the head to break it up.

Craven picks up Knoxx and whips her into the ropes. Brooks crawls on her hands and knees and gets behind Craven. Knoxx jumps and hits a cross body on Craven, who trips over Brooks and falls to the mat. Knoxx holds craven down for the pin while Brooks rolls Craven’s legs up and lies on top of Knoxx’s back as the referee counts this very weird pin fall.

1…

2…

3!

Brooks and Knoxx both get up and claim victory. The referee looks at what’s happened with a look of confusion on his face.

Dan Douglas: “An amazing exchange of pin falls by all three competitors. This is why the X-Class division is quickly becoming the division to be apart of here in IWC.”

Billy Mayne: “Well I dunno about you, but that ending really confuses the hell out of me.”

Dan Douglas: “Well I have no idea about that. I’m not too sure about the technical aspects of wrestling but that’s why we have that man in the striped shirt in there who knows the rules.”

Billy Mayne: “He’s called a referee Dan.”

Dan Douglas: “I know that Billy. All we can do now is wait for him to give the official decision.”

Knoxx and Brooks are both complaining to the referee about who won the match. The referee is still looking confused. After a few more minutes of this the referee calls over ring announcer Kailey Wolf and whispers something to her. Wolf turns to the crowd to make the announcement.

Kailey Wolf: “Ladies and gentlemen; due to the confusing nature of the pin fall, the referee has stated that the pin fall is going to be void and this match will continue.”

The crowd gives off a mixture of cheers and boos. Back in the ring, Knoxx hits Brooks from behind who goes stumbling to the ropes and gets hung up on the middle rope. Knoxx runs over and hits a leg over the shoulder of Brooks and holds on to choke her against the ropes. The referee comes over and makes the count. Knoxx breaks the hold at four and lets Brooks fall off the ropes. Knoxx picks up Brooks and pushes her back into the corner. Knoxx picks up Brooks and places her onto the top turnbuckle before climbing up onto the second turnbuckle herself. Knoxx hooks Brooks up for a super-plex. From behind Craven comes up and picks Knoxx up off the second turnbuckle on his shoulders. Craven pulls Knoxx away from the turnbuckle and all three of them go over with Brooks getting a tower super-plex. All of the competitors sprawl all over the mat as that move took a lot out of all three.

Dan Douglas: “An amazing move by all three competitors. That’s about all I can say at the moment. I can’t for the life of me think of another word that can describe how great this match has been.”

Billy Mayne: “For once I’m with you Dan. I’m speechless too.”

Dan Douglas: “Now that is a first.”

The crowd gives off a mixed reaction as someone makes their way down to the ring. This mysterious person looks to be dressed up as a Japanese Geisha. The Geisha makes her way down to the ring and walks slowly around ringside.

Billy Mayne: “What the hell is a Geisha doing walking around the ring? Shouldn’t she be serving tea in some tea house by the pond or something?”

Dan Douglas: “I have no idea. We do get some weird personalities here in IWC along with some of the best wrestlers this world has seen. Who knows, she could be a new female competitor for the X-Class division.”

Billy Mayne: “Damn it Dan, you are meant to be the facts guy here, get on the headset and find out who the hell that is.”

Back in the ring, Craven looks to be the first person up to their feet; he picks up Knoxx and signals that this is the end. Craven picks up Knoxx and holds her in position for his “Maxochism” finisher (Vertibreaker). Craven pauses for a moment, looking at the Geisha at ringside with a confused look on his face; then he drops Knoxx on her head. Craven turns around and covers Knoxx. After three seconds, Craven turns around and notices that the Geisha has climbed up onto the ring apron and has the referee’s attention.

Dan Douglas: “I’m getting word from the backstage area. It seems that there is no Japanese female on our roster that should be out here. But I am told that we do have….”

Craven gets up and walks over to the Geisha and pushes her. She replies by giving him a big kiss on the lips; then she takes off the wig and we see that it’s the newest IWC signed wrestler, Nobuyaki Yamamoto. Craven begins to freak out and stumbles backwards as Yamamoto gets off the ring apron, laughing as he walks away from the ringside area. From behind, Brooks grabs Craven and rolls him up in a school boy pin.

1…

2…

3!

Billy Mayne: “Holy crap! That girl was a guy! And he kissed Craven! This has got to be the work of that cheating Robin Brooks! She always has some plan cooked up to make sure she stays on top.”

Dan Douglas: “I don’t think she had anything to do with this. Nobuyaki looks to have had this idea on his own and worked alone.”

Billy Mayne: “Bull! Robin planned this from the start! She knew she had no chance of beating Craven and had hired this Nobusushi guy to come down and distract Craven and get the win.”

Dan Douglas: “It’s Nobuyaki Billy. His name is Nobuyaki.”

Billy Mayne: “Who cares? This is Robin’s doing and Craven should have the win right now instead of her!”

The referee brings Robin her X-Class championship belt and raises her hand. Robin gets up, still a bit groggy from the rigors of the match, and climbs up onto the second turnbuckle with her belt raised. Robin looks out into the crowd and notices her former boyfriend, Killjoy, standing in the second row watching her. Robin waves to him only to have Killjoy turn and walk away through the crowd. Saddened, Robin climbs down from the turnbuckle and continues to celebrate, only to run into Craven, who looks very pissed off. Craven goes to clothesline Brooks but she ducks it and gets hit with a dropkick from Knoxx, who’s only just got to her feet. Craven stumbles and Brooks gives him a dropkick that sends him tumbling over the top rope. Brooks gets back up and helps Knoxx to her feet and the two shake hands.

Dan Douglas: “A class act there by the X-Class champion. She knows that Knoxx worked really hard in this match and deserves as much of the credit as Robin herself does.”

Billy Mayne: “Robin doesn’t deserve a lick of credit. Yet again she screwed someone over with a plan to yet again get the win and keep that title around her waist.”

Dan Douglas: “Will you give it a rest Billy? The match is over and Robin has the official win in a non-controversial ending to a great match.”

Billy Mayne: “I’ll give it a rest when she is stripped of that title and its around the waist of someone who actually deserves it; like Nathan Creed or Max Craven.”

Brooks leaves the ring and is followed shortly after by Knoxx. The two women meet up at the top of the ramp and shake hands again before disappearing back into the backstage area.


OBSESSED


A row of lockers take up the forefront of the camera, one open with a towel hanging over it, and clothing items lying in disarray within it. The room looks void of life for only a moment before none other than Psycho saunters forward, sliding an elbow pad on while another towel hangs around his neck. An almost maniacal expression resides on his burnt, twisted face while he moves across the dimly lit dwelling in the direction of the lockers. Insidious chuckling comes through his yellowed teeth and crusted lips, perhaps thinking about something amusing. His interest is peaked however, when he spots a note positioned on the stack of clothing in his locker. Psycho slowly grabs a hold of it, lifting the note into the air and examining the envelope it is placed within, doing so diligently, very speculatively.

Psycho: A letter aye? I wonder if someone is trying to anthrax or letter bomb me?

Psycho just shrugs and begins to open the letter no matter what imaginary peril may rest within.

Psycho: Oh well, wouldn’t be the first time, certainly won’t be the last.

Almost eagerly, since Psycho very rarely receives mail of his own, he rips apart the envelope, fortunate to find not only a short letter inside, but also a photo. Before looking at the picture Psycho opens the letter, perusing the information and reading it aloud.

Psycho: Dear Psycho, I’m waiting for the fun to begin again...

Psycho becomes befuddled by the ambiguous message the letter contains before turning the picture alone, revealing an image of a scantily clad Michelle Blacker. She is dressed in a skimpy, provocative outfit while lying on what looks to be a torture rack, her arms and legs being pulled by cuffs and chains, almost ripping them from their sockets. Yet in this moment of extreme pain a smile resides on her face, staring at the camera that took the photo. Psycho reaches up, pulling on the collar of his shirt while a bit of sweat is produced on his forehead. He takes a deep breath then balls up the photo in the palm of his hand, trying not to think about it. The picture is ravaged, much like Michelle was in the pictured before Psycho discards it by tossing it over his shoulder. With all the stuff going on in his life, the last thing he wants to do is be conflicted with emotions concerning Michelle.

PSYCHO!

Even though the voice is loud and threatening it brings a smile to Psycho to hear it, tilting his head a bit to stare over his shoulder at none other than Chapel. The King of Monsters waltzes into the dressing room with a very angered, irritable expression on his face, the Livewire title draped over his shoulder. The golden luster seems to draw Psycho’s attention before his eyes divert to the face of the War Angel.

Psycho: How may I be of service good sir?

Chapel just scowls at him, taking his calmness and politeness at face value.

Psycho: Where the hell do you get off getting us booked as a team this week? I never agreed to partner up with you. And another thing, I never asked for your help last week in that title defense.

The anger only increases the smile on Psycho’s features.

Psycho: Calm down Chapel, relax.

In a calm manner Psycho reaches out with his palm, placing it on Chapel’s shoulder only for him to pull away abruptly.

Psycho: You told me to prove that I could change, and that’s exactly what I did last week, and intend to do tonight. I’ll show you exactly how much I’ve changed, and then you’ll have no other option but to give me that rematch.

Chapel shakes his head, disappointed by what he’s hearing from Psycho, obviously not pleased with the way the former Livewire Champion has distorted things. Psycho eyes the War Angel closely, not sure what he’s done to irritate him so.

Chapel: Would you listen to yourself, Psycho? Change doesn’t happen in the span of a few weeks, it takes time, and a whole hell of a lot of it. Thus far you haven’t proven shit to me, Psycho. And that rematch will not happen until I see something that actually proves to me that your different. You haven’t shown me that you’ve changed into someone who can be trusted, that can be a team player.

Instead of being irritated, or outraged by this statement from Chapel, laughter comes from Psycho. The former Livewire Champion finds himself almost bursting into hysterics.

Psycho: Team player? This coming from a man who won’t even help the roster get rid of those assholes the Alpha Generation. This coming from a man who has never trusted anyone a day in his life. This coming from a man who’s stabbed every person in the back that has ever even begun to get along with him. Why am I trying to prove I can change into someone who’s trustworthy, when you’re the most untrustworthy person on the whole roster. When you’re a man without a cause.

Psycho’s knuckles hit the golden plate of the championship while Chapel just watches on with a scowl.

Psycho: Like it or not, I will prove I can be trusted out there tonight, that I’ve changed, but will you do the same?

At the conclusion of the statement, Psycho turns, waltzing out of the dressing room, the main event match just moments away, where alliances will certainly be tested. Chapel watches him walk away after making such an emphatic speech, his upper lip curled in disgust. Although he would hate to admit it, he actually starts to think over everything that has been uttered to him. The match is just moments away and now Chapel finds his mind scattered, dealing with a number of thoughts. Finally he forces himself onward towards the door, following behind Psycho while the belt continues to sparkle over his shoulder. The camera remains focused on the rows of lockers that it originally opened on before one of them slowly begins to open up. The one closest to the locker Psycho was using pops open and squeezed inside is none other than Michelle Blacker. Her fingers, that now have black nails, pull her out of the locker slightly while she looks around slowly, searching for something. That’s when her eyes behold the sight of Psycho’s towel hanging over the door beside her and immediately creates some excitement on her part. She grabs hold of the towel, lifting it to her nose and sniffing it in delight. A long sigh escapes her lungs while continuing to hold the towel tightly in her clutches.

Michelle: Mmmmm, Psycho.

She continues to sniff at the towel before falling backwards into the locker, closing it shut behind her.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



REPRESENTIN’


A major reaction, commencing predominately of cheers escalates throughout the arena at the sight of Jon Rich and Roxas Knoxx talking backstage. Knoxx has her back to a wall with sweat on her brow, looking quite exhausted after an intense match she was involved in moments before the commercial break. Even though she lost a smile still exists on her face, staring into the eyes of Rich in almost a coy manner, unbecoming of a person with such a strong will like herself. Rich can feel the tension, the good type of tension in the air between them while he rubs at his jaw, trying to catch his breath after the beat down he endured earlier in the night. An occurrence that is befalling him far too often as of late. Even though his body is killing him he wears a grin on his face and stares into the eyes of Roxas, both of them unable to look away from one another.

Jon: You really did good out there tonight.

Roxas: Yeah, but not good enough apparently.

Rich chuckles, even though it hurts him to do so. He then shakes his head defiantly.

Rich: Wins and losses mean nothing, it’s how hard you try that counts.

Again Roxas finds herself chuckling a bit, although it pains her a little as well after her previous encounter.

Knoxx: Jeez Jon, what Hallmark card did you read that one out of?

Jon tries not to chuckle but can’t help himself, no matter how much it pains him to do so.

Jon: Okay, you’ve got me there. But listen, I’m really proud of you. Not only did you go out there and show sportmanship after the match with Robin Brooks, but you’ve also tried to get along with Aurora, and that really counts for something in my book.

Roxas: Heh, well rest assure it killed me to get along with Aurora. But yeah, I get what your saying.

Jon: Good. Then maybe you’ll understand this as well.

Before Roxas even realizes it, Jon begins to move towards her, his lips are puckered, ready for a kiss, and Knoxx seems damn ready to receive it. She closes her eyes as does Rich, both ready for this magical, life changing moment.

Damn baby, do you got fries with that shake...?

There moment of serenity is short lived, their eyes opening and their faces filling with annoyance at the sound of the voice coming from off camera. They turn with outraged eyes to take in the sight of one arrogant, casual Calvan Green stepping into the scene, his eyes overlooking Roxas in a lustful fashion. He slides the shades that are positioned over his eyes down to the tip of his nose while placing his forearm against the wall at Roxas’ side, leaning towards her slowly with a condescending smile on his face. Disgust emanates from Roxas’ contorted features as she gives Calvan a once over with her eyes, Jon glaring at the SCW representative with the same repulsion.

Calvan: Hey there sweetness, I saw your little cat fight in the ring just now, and let’s just say I liked what I saw. I liked it a lot. Granted it wasn’t as good as one of my matches, but I wasn’t grading it on the actual wrestling involved.

Calvan licks his upper lip while tilting his head enough to stare down Roxas’ back side, trying to catch a glimpse of her posterior it appears which only further adds to her sickness.

Green: Oh my bad Baby. I guess you want some proper introductions. Although you should recognize me I know the IWC doesn’t pay you enough to afford cable television, so allow me to educate you as to who I am. I’m the studdly superstar, I’m SCW’s saving grace, I’m the ratings riser and headline maker, I’m Calvan Green bitch, and I know your damn glad to meet me. Now that we have that out of the way, maybe we can move onto really getting to know one another.

The sickening smirk on his face widens while leaning in closer to Roxas.

Jon: Hey, excuse me. I’m standing right here.

Jon remains in front of Roxas while Calvan barely even glimpses in his direction.

Calvan: Sup, maybe I’ll give you an autograph later man, but I’m spitting my game right now.

Rich: No, I’m afraid your not Mr. SCW Superstar!

Roxas gladly takes hold of Rich’s hand as he pulls her away from Calvan. Although he should be upset, Green merely smirks in their direction.

Calvan: Hey Bro. This is an A-B conversation, why don’t you C your way out of it. A real man is hitting on this fine honey over here.

Roxas: A real man?

Calvan turns towards Roxas, nodding with a smile on his face as he overlooks her fine frame. This only seems to make Knoxx all the more defiant.

Knoxx: No, let me show you who a real man is.

Knoxx turns and grabs a handful of Rich’s hair, pulling his face towards her’s as their lips lock around one another, kissing for the first time. The crowd on the inside of the arena cheers loudly as Roxas and Rich kiss one another as passionately as two people can with their clothes still on. Finally Rich pulls his head back away from Roxas’, the two looking at one another speechless for a moment. A grin then comes to Jon’s face before he turns it to stare at Calvan, who doesn’t seem phased in the slightest, just looking on while obnoxiously chewing gum now.

Jon: Eat your heart out.

Jon and Roxas interlock arms and march off camera, leaving Calvan standing there all alone. He continues to lean against the wall, bobbing his head as if listening to imaginary music.

Calvan: Pfft, it won’t last long. How could it when Calvan Green is about?


PSYCHO & CHAPEL VS. ZACK NOLAN & TOO MAGNIFICENT


The show comes back live just as “Killing in the Name Of” hits the PA system, inciting the fury of the crowd as to the arrival of the Alpha Generation. Through the curtains waltzes Too Magnificent and Zack Nolan, both men standing side by side while staring out over the outraged, vindictive crowd. A smirk merely comes to Too Mag’s features while he moves forward slowly, followed by Nolan who is making back handing motions at the crowd, teasing them both verbally and physically. Too Mag just smirks snidely while moving down the ramp and shaking his head.

Mayne: Isn’t it great to come back from commercial with the Alpha Generation?

Douglas: I can hear the sound of thousands of television simultaneously changing the channel as we speak. But it’s main event time here on Riot, Billy. A match that certainly should be interesting as Nolan tries to earn his way into the Alpha Generation and Psycho will attempt to prove himself worthy of a rematch against Chapel. Who will ultimately get what they desire the most?

Too Magnificent and Nolan slip into the ring across their guts, rising to their feet then observing the fans who are voicing their disapproval. Just then the lights go dim and suddenly red lights begin to flash and light the staging area. The speakers throughout the arena come to life and the scream of ‘REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!!!’ is heard as “Personal Jesus” by Marilyn Manson begins to play as fire rises around the entranceway. A massive form is seen shrouded in darkness standing behind the flames. As the song hits the hard, echoing chorus for the first time, Chapel walks through the fire and out to the aisle. The massive zealot walks to the ring, his head covered in a black hood and a black trench coat covering his body with the Livewire title wrapped around it. 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. All the while Too Magnificent stands back, watching this in a state of amusement. It’s almost as if he finds Chapel to be humorous in his behavior. A grin is also plastered on Nolan’s features, neither Alpha Generation member taking Chapel seriously whatsoever.

Mayne: Here is a man who is making the wrong decision if he opts to actually step into the ring and face off against he Alpha Generation. Even though AWOL has been trying his best to recruit him, I’m sure he’ll make the wise choice and stay out of this whole thing.

Douglas: Chapel would definitely be a welcomed source of assistance in this whole battle against the Alpha Generation. We’re going to find out where he stands soon hopefully, as we’re just two weeks removed from Born Again.

Billy: And AWOL has shown how pathetic he is by not even having a team put together yet for the match.

The arena lights dim, the stage slowly fills with smoke, the constant banging of the drum's echoes throughout the arena shortly followed by the guitar as the song heats up and gets faster. Blood For Blood by Machine Head finally starts to kick in as The shadow lurks in the smoke, a huge ball of ball spirals up from the rampway and Psycho emerges from the smoke. A hooded sleeveless jacket covers his torso and the hood up... He walks menacingly down to the ring with an icy cold glare in his eyes. The fire now ignites all the way down the ramp as he walks down the fiery corridor towards the ring. He slides into the ring underneath the ropes and de-robes himself, he throws the garment over the ropes to the outside and crouches down in the corner and grasps his hands together and waits...

Douglas: Psycho certainly seems prepared for this big tag team main event, especially when considering the long, long, long history that exists between himself and Too Magnificent. For years these guys have been at each other’s throats ever since the demise of Project Lost Cause, and their partnership.

Mayne: Tonight will be another chapter in the long, bloody history between these two. Who can forget that glass tables match they had against each other at Friday Night Fights a few years ago.

Dan: That has been a night where several old rivalries have been revisited, and this main event will follow that same trend. What I’m more interested in though, is the dynamic that will exist between both Chapel and Psycho. Will these two be able to co-exist?

Inside the ring Chapel and Too Magnificent are circling one another, glaring into each other’s eyes. The two biggest men in this contest appear apprehensive before they step forward, locking up in a collar elbow tie. They jockey for positioning against one another, the two surprisingly starting this out with some textbook wrestling for a change. Suddenly Too Mag bends forward though, slipping under Chapel’s arms and getting behind his back, wrapping his arms around his waist. He has him a reverse waist lock, trying to lift him to the best of his abilities before the War Angel bends forward, trying to slip behind him. Too Magnificent steps forward though, wrapping his arms around Chapel’s neck, applying a side headlock. Too Magnificent grins widely off into the distance before turning, establishing a front gantry instead. He then puckers up in Psycho’s direction, the former Livewire Champion glaring at him with a great deal of tension in the air between the former tag team partners. Chapel buries his shoulder to Too Mag’s though, shoving him backwards at one of the turnbuckles, driving him spine first against it. The impact causes Too Mag’s arms to fall over the ropes, a very pain ridden expression on his face as Chapel stands up, slugging him to the jaw. The strikes almost knock Too Magnificent down out of the corner before he’s grabbed by the wrist, Chapel whipping him off across the ring. Too Magnificent turns though and reverses the whip, instead pulling Chapel forward into a drop toe hold. Chapel drops onto the canvas chest first before Too Magnificent jumps over him and lands on his knees at both sides of his head, locking his arm around his neck. He again has Chapel locked in the front gantry, smirking widely as a result, shouting down at the War Angel throughout the process.

Too Magnificent: I’m out wrestling you bitch!

Chapel switches out of the front gantry, grabbing Too Magnificent’s arm in the process while getting to his knees at his side, extending his arm outward, twisting at it. He has him in the arm ringer before pulling Too Magnificent up to his feet and stepping forward, locking his arms around his neck in a side headlock to some cheers from the fans. The Livewire title holder grinds his arms against both sides of Too Magnificent’s head, trying to take it off it appears. An outraged Too Mag places his hand to Chapel’s spine, shoving him off the side headlock, sending him rushing across the ring into the cables. He turns, bouncing off the ropes then coming back in at Too Magnificent who throws a big boot right at his face. Chapel ducks it though, switching around behind his back and wrapping his arms around his mid-section with a reverse waist lock. However, Too Magnificent rushes forward straight at the cables, dragging Chapel along before he reaches out, grabbing the top rope. He then pushes off with his spine, sending Chapel into a backwards roll right onto his knees. The outraged Too Magnificent spins around, charging quickly at him. He throws a quick lariat that Chapel ducks under, hooking his arm then stepping around behind his back, hooking up the other one. The crowd cheers as Chapel hoists him for the Crucifer only for Too Magnificent to wrap his leg around his massive opponent’s, blocking the move. He then performs a standing switch, getting around behind Chapel who does a quick standing switch of his own in order to end up behind Too Magnificent’s back. He bends forward, burying his shoulder into Too Mag’s spine then lifting him into the air, dropping in reverse into a huge belly to back suplex. Chapel then floats over into a quick pinning predicament.

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Too Magnificent gets his shoulder off the canvas, sitting up quickly before Chapel gets behind his back, locking his arms in the full nelson. He drags Too Magnificent up to his feet while still trapped in the submission, really pushing forward on the back of his head while the Master of the Midas Touch tries to force himself in reverse to reach the cables. Even with his unbelievable strength Chapel is pushed backwards against the cables while still trying to hold onto the full nelson. As soon as he is, Psycho reaches over the ropes, slapping his shoulder, tagging himself in. The King of Monsters breaks the full nelson, glaring at Psycho in outrage as the former Livewire Champion enters the ring quickly, not even looking back at Chapel while he rushes up behind Too Magnificent. However, Chapel can’t remove his eyes from the Psychotic One, watching him closely before slipping through the ropes onto the apron at the official’s behest. Psycho clubs Too Magnificent over the spine several times now before spinning him around, delivering a sickening chop across his sternum. The impact causes Too Mag to be staggered before he steps forward and launches a knee directly into Psycho’s gut. The collision doubles Psycho over before Too Magnificent begins to throw right hands into his forehead repeatedly. The strikes knock him backwards before Too Mag slaps his forearm then throws it directly at Psycho’s head, who ducks it abruptly. The Sadistic One rushes into the cables behind his former partner’s back. Too Magnificent spins around as Psycho comes rushing in, side stepping him then pushing him off into the opposite cables. Psycho bounces off those as well then rushes in quickly as Too Magnificent bends forward, placing his hands to his opposition’s gut. He hoists him up for a gorilla press only for Psycho to slip off his hands, landing on his feet behind his back, inciting Too Magnificent to charge forward into the ropes to avoid being hit with anything. He bounces off and comes rushing back in at Psycho who drops down abruptly, Too Magnificent forced to jump over him as he rushes into the opposite ropes. The massive Too Mag bounces off the cables and comes back in at Psycho who stands and catches him with a tilt a whirl into a back breaker straight across his knee. Too Magnificent bounces off the knee, standing up straight while reaching for his back, Psycho getting up in front of him then charging in with a huge STO takedown. Too Mag is driven into the ring viciously while Psycho rolls away from him throughout the process.

Douglas: What a violent series of moves from Psycho right there, after both former Lost Cause representatives countered one another endlessly.

Mayne: These two know each other like the back of their hands, or more so palms in Psycho’s case.

Too Magnificent is completely out of it while stretched across the canvas while Psycho gets to his feet, approaching one of the turnbuckles, pointing at the top of it. The crowd puts their hands together, realizing he is about to go for something high risk, scaling the corner quickly. He gets to the top rope with his back facing Too Magnificent who quickly rolls towards his corner, reaching out, tagging in Zack Nolan. The crowd boos as Nolan quickly enters the ring then drops to the canvas, rolling onto his back where Too Magnificent was just lying a few moments ago. As Psycho steadies himself he briefly glances over his shoulder to make sure his opponent is where he left him, doing so so quickly he couldn’t even tell who it was. He now moonsaults over backwards only for Nolan to quickly roll out of the way, Psycho crashing into the canvas hard across his chest and stomach. He pops up onto his knees, starting to stand up slowly while holding his ribs, Nolan getting him in the predicament he desired as he now comes rushing in with a huge swinging neckbreaker. The entire body of Psycho is sent flipping over sideways, crashing into the canvas across his back but Nolan keeps hold of his neck, rolling over in reverse over top of him. He pulls the Sadistic One over onto his knees with Nolan standing at his side, quickly locking him in the neck cravat. Instead of holding onto it though he steps around in front of Psycho, reaching out, hooking his leg then dropping back into a huge fisherman suplex. Psycho is planted hard into the canvas before Nolan rolls over with the leg of his opponent still hooked while keeping him in the front gantry as well. Psycho is pulled to his feet before Nolan lifts him up into the air in a fisherman suplex position but then turns him so that he drops down across the back of his head and neck right on top of Zack’s knee. The crowd cringes as a result while Psycho falls onto his seat, reaching for the back of his neck while still laughing to himself. That’s before Nolan gets up and chops him hard right to the back of the neck.

A loud “woo” is heard from the crowd as Psycho’s back arches, his face tightening up but laughter still escaping from his mouth. Zack charges into the cables behind Psycho, bouncing off and coming back in with a well timed, well placed boot right to the back of his head again. The impact causes Psycho to grit his teeth against one another before he starts to roll to his hands and knees, trying to stand up slowly. Nolan clubs him over the back though, then does it once again, most of his strikes aimed at the back of Psycho’s neck before he drops down, placing him in a front gantry. Psycho tries to force himself to his feet but Nolan keeps him grounded to a kneeling base with the front gantry still applied. Nolan grits his teeth while furthering the pressure on the hold, but the snickering Psycho still forces himself upward. The crowd cheers while Psycho gets to his feet, albeit doubled over in the front gantry before Nolan plants himself, dropping back into a thunderous DDT. The Sadistic One’s cranium crashes hard into the canvas before he flips over sideways onto his back, Nolan turning and scooting across his knees to his corner, tagging in Too Magnificent. A very flustered Too Mag climbs the turnbuckle quickly, getting to the top rope while glaring down at the prone Psycho before diving off, flying through the air with a huge frog splash. His massive body crashes right into Psycho’s mid-section before he hooks his leg, going for the pin.

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Psycho shoots his shoulder from the canvas with a few moments to spare, inciting Too Magnificent so straddle his sternum, beginning to slug him in the face repeatedly. Chapel watches this from the apron, shaking his head, not pleased but what he is seeing whatsoever.

Mayne: The Alpha Generation taking control of Psycho now after setting him up with that moonsault, which was brilliant, absolutely brilliant.

Dan: I will admit it was a clever move by Zack Nolan, and it’s definitely led to Psycho’s destruction her thus far in this contest.

The look of disappointment on Chapel’s face continues to be displayed while Too Magnificent stands up, then extends his leg, dropping it across Psycho’s throat. The large frame of Psycho kicks up into the air after the collision before Too Magnificent spins around on his posterior, turning to face his former associate. He then buries his forearm into Psycho’s already burned face, rubbing it back and forth, grinding it against his features then standing up, dropping a quick knee into his forehead. Psycho’s body kicks up into the air once more before he starts to roll onto his knees, trying to get up. As soon as he stands though Too Magnificent boots him hard to the side of the face, knocking him onto his back once again. The pumped up Too Magnificent steps towards Nolan, tagging him in once again. Zack eagerly enters the ring, anxious to get his hands on the struggling Psycho. Too Magnificent slaps Nolan on the back then shouts out instructions before both men approach Psycho quickly, grabbing him by his wrists, forcing him up to his feet. They whip him across the ring into the cables now then both bend forward in the middle of the ring, going for a huge double back drop. However, Psycho stops short of them, delivering a hard boot directly into Too Magnificent’s face, causing him to stand up straight. Psycho then turns and delivers a stiff knee lift directly into the face of Nolan, knocking him onto his back. A motivated, really heated Psycho turns towards Too Magnificent who is still standing upright, rushing in with a forearm strike. Too Magnificent ducks it though, catching his arm, switching behind his back and placing him in a full nelson. Psycho bends down and slips under Too Magnificent’s arm though, getting behind his back, locking his arms around his neck in a cobra clutch. All the while Nolan is rolling under the cables onto the apron holding his jaw, Too Magnificent trying his best to force himself out of the position for the Psychotic Episode. He now rushes forward at the cables Nolan is standing up behind, abruptly dropping down, causing Psycho to be sent rushing forward due to the momentum. Just as he does this Nolan pulls himself over the top rope and flies forward with a shoulder tackle right to Psycho’s chest, knocking him onto his back. Zack lands on his knees beside him then crawls into the cover on Psycho.

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Psycho gets his shoulder up, turning away from Nolan who starts to rise to his feet, Too Magnificent doing the same. The battered frame of Psycho tries to will its way upward before Zack and Too Mag step in, both men clubbing him over the back with both their arms. Psycho tries to block it but can’t while official Alex Ingelson demands that they stop this. Neither Alpha Generation member will listen though, forcing Psycho up to his feet then taking him by the wrists. They whip him off across the ring into the opposite ropes. The psychotic, deranged Psycho rushes into the cables with Too Magnificent and Zack Nolan charging in after him. However Psycho jumps into the air to the shock of everyone once he reaches the ropes, springing onto the second rope with remarkable agility for a man of his proportions. He then jumps off backwards with a double back elbow only to be caught in mid-air by both Too Magnificent and Nolan. They hold him above the canvas between them then throw him up into the air over their shoulders. Psycho floats over them though, landing on his feet right behind both men then grabbing their shoulders. He pushes down on them, both men crashing onto their backs as a result before Psycho jumps forward with a double stomp with one foot connecting to each man’s sternums. Too Magnificent and Nolan begins to convulse on the canvas before Psycho lands on his feet behind their shoulders then rushing into the cables at their sides. He bounces off, coming back in and jumping into the air, extending his back before dropping it across both men’s guts, hitting the back first senton splash. The crowd is going nuts as the Alpha Gen members roll around on the ring, holding their ribs, Psycho turning to a crawling base before glaring at Chapel. The War Angel is very anxious, slapping his hands together then extending his palm outward, wanting to get in there against the Alpha Generation.

Mayne: What the hell? Damn Psycho’s persistence not to be destroyed! Why can’t he just except his fait and job?

Dan: He’s putting his all into this match, Billy. Busting out some new impressive moves in order to show Chapel what he’s made of.

A very pumped Psycho gets to his knees, still glaring at Chapel who is surprisingly willing to accept the tag from the man who almost murdered him in the ring at Paranoia IV. Psycho seems willing to make that tag but instead of doing so he turns, beginning to stomp away at the back of Too Magnificent’s head, then stepping forward, knocking Nolan to the side of the noggin, knocking him onto his back. Chapel grits his teeth and rolls his eyes as Psycho stays in there, basically taking on both men by himself. The languishing Nolan gets to his feet but falls back first against the ropes as Psycho places his foot to his throat, choking him out with it. Zack kicks both of his feet, reaching for the foot buried into his throat while the referee starts a five count, but can’t keep Psycho under control. The former Livewire Champion finally takes his boot away from Zack’s throat and then bends forward, grabbing him by the hair, dragging him up to his feet then wrapping his arms around his waist. He is setting up for the belly to belly suplex while Too Magnificent stands up, interlocking his hands then rushing across the ring, going for the double axehandle. Psycho spins around, his back facing the ropes now with Nolan still in the waist lock, bending forward though abruptly, and thus doubling Zack over backwards. Too Magnificent hits into his shoulder before Psycho stands up, back dropping the Alpha Generation member over the rope. The crowd puts their hands together as Too Magnificent crashes hard into the outside mats across his back, arching his spine and yelling in pain. He rolls onto his knees, starting to stand up when Psycho belly to belly suplexes Zack over the top rope, Nolan flipping over then crashing right on top of Too Magnificent. The fans go nuts as both men spill onto the outside mats with tremendous force, Nolan rolling off of Too Mag as both men rally upward to their feet.

Psycho turns to face the duo of Alpha Generation members as they start to get up ever so slowly, leaning on one another for support. Psycho rushes across the ring, bouncing off the ropes then coming back in with tremendous speed, diving through the ropes with the suicide flying headbunt aimed at both members of his opposition. Too Magnificent suddenly steps out of the way though and pulls Nolan forward right into the path of Psycho who crashes hard directly into him. The fans are screaming with delight as Psycho spills on top of Nolan, knocking him to the mats before rolling across them onto his feet. Psycho stands, unleashing a loud roar that gets the fans to their feet, putting their hands together at the sight of his emotion. The Sadistic One then turns to face Too Magnificent who barely avoided his dive, only to have the steel steps thrown directly into his face. The steel crashes hard off his skull, Psycho collapsing onto his back and causing a loud groan from all those gathered in the arena. Too Magnificent steps forward with a demented grin on his face after taking Psycho out with the stairs.

Dan: Psycho was absolutely on fire just now but that flame has been put out thanks the use of a set of steel steps.

Mayne: I think Psycho will need to be fitted for dentures, because he was just knocked right in the mouth by those steps.

Psycho is completely out of it while spread across the mats, a far off twinkle in his eyes as Too Magnificent steps in, beginning to stomp him to the sternum repeatedly. He then grabs Psycho around the neck, dragging him to his feet while shouting for Nolan to get up already. The tired, battered Zack rises but shouts back at Too Magnificent, who demands he bring up his problems later. Finally Nolan steps to the opposite side of Psycho before both men bend forward, burying their shoulders into his spine then lifting him up into the air. In the process they stretch both his legs out to his sides in a wishbone like fashion before rushing him forward, testicles first right into the exposed turnbuckle post. Many of the male audience members shudder and reach for their testes as Psycho falls over backwards off the turnbuckle, his legs still wrapped around it though, somehow, someway. He is almost hanging in a tree of woe from the outside of the turnbuckle post while Chapel watches on, clearly disgusted by what he is seeing. That’s when Zack rolls into the ring, then steps up right into the official’s face, faking an argument with Ingelson, getting him to turn away from the action on the outside of the ring. This leaves Psycho exposed for Too Magnificent who has fetched a chair out from under the ring. He charges forward, placing the chair under his feet then dropkicking it right into Psycho’s face, sandwiching his skull between the steel of the chair and the metal of the turnbuckle post. The collision causes Psycho to fall onto his gut, his body shaking as if having an immediate seizure.

Douglas: Dammit ref, turn around already!

Mayne: If it’s not seen, it’s not illegal.

Too Mag drags Psycho to his feet with no mercy, rolling him under the ropes to the interior of the ring. The battered, frazzled Psycho rolls to the center of the ring where he is promptly covered by Nolan, sticking his forearm in the scarred face of his opponent for good measure.

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Psycho again gets his shoulder from the canvas to a loud celebration from the crowd. A flustered Nolan stands up, commencing with repeated stomps to the face and chest of his battered opponent then grabbing him by the strands of his hair. He rolls him to his knees and then begins to drag him in this kneeling base to his corner, where Zack makes the tag to Too Magnificent. The highly psychotic and sadistic Too Mag enters the ring, taking hold of Psycho’s hair then slugging him to the face repeatedly. He then slaps on a front gantry, dragging him up to his feet before double underhooking both his arms. Zack steps around in front of him before Too Magnificent throws Psycho up into the air, but pushes him off in the process. Nolan catches Psycho’s legs around his waist then drops him forward as Too Mag catches him around the back of the head. The fans scream at the sight of a wheelbarrow double face buster from both men, Too Mag dropping to his seat and pulling Psycho down to the canvas nose first with Nolan dropping down as well, holding onto his opponent’s mid-section. Psycho bounces off the canvas then flops onto his back, Too Magnificent scrambling into the cover.

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Somehow Psycho gets his arm into the air once more, inciting an outraged rant from Too Magnificent directed at Ingelson and the speed of his count. Too Magnificent drags Psycho up to his feet then buries his shoulder into his gut, charging him backwards spine first into the turnbuckle. The force of the collision causes Psycho’s arms to fall over the cables, Too Magnificent standing then tagging in Nolan. Zack enters the ring and bends forward, driving his shoulder into Psycho’s gut several times then wrapping his arms around his waist. Nolan pulls Psycho out of the corner with his shoulder still pressed to his ribs then drops back into a huge northern lights suplex with the bridge.

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Psycho kicks out with everything he has left, forcing Nolan to drop onto his posterior, mumbling obscenities under his breath. The longer Psycho stays in there taking punishment, the more Chapel becomes flustered, slapping his hands together once more and ordering his partner to make the tag. Psycho is barely even conscious enough to hear these orders though and Nolan certainly won’t allow him to make the tag, taking hold of his hair and forcing him upwards. Zack pulls Psychos head under his seat then turns, slapping the hand of Too Magnificent that is extended out over the canvas. An anxious Nolan turns around while Too Mag scales the turnbuckle, lifting Psycho up into the air so that he is upside down in a prone piledriver position. Just then Too Magnificent jumps from the top rope, placing his hands to Psycho’s shins and shoving him down with a spike piledriver directly into the canvas. Psycho’s head crashes hard off the canvas before he springs up into the air and ultimately crashes onto his back, looking almost dead on the ring now. Too Magnificent turns, crawling quickly into the cover once more.

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To the delight of all those onlookers, Psycho emphatically kicks out with his remaining energy. His body turns away from a shocked Too Magnificent, who still can’t believe that his former tag partner turned long term rival is still capable of kicking out of his moves. Too Magnificent rises to his feet and pulls Psycho with him, stepping around behind his back, placing him in a half nelson suplex position. He then drops back, flipping Psycho over in reverse so that he crashes right across the back of his head and shoulders with the half nelson suplex. Somehow Psycho rolls over onto his feet though, getting a sudden burst of adrenaline while unleashing a primal roar. His body is acting off hormones alone with no response from the brain as he charges back first into the cables, bouncing off them then rushing forward right into a hard big boot directly to the face from a waiting Too Magnificent. This stiff collision seems to suck all the wind from the sails of the fans and Psycho, who just lies motionless on the canvas now.

Douglas: Ohh, Psycho looked like he was about to come back, getting a rush of adrenaline but Too Magnificent puts him right back down to the canvas with a stiff big boot.

Mayne: Just stay down Psycho, if your going to lose, at least do it with dignity.

Psycho is completely out cold on the canvas as Too Magnificent steps towards Nolan, slapping his hand, making another quick tag. Too Magnificent then steps towards Psycho, pulling his head under his seat while forcing him to his feet then turning him so that his back faces the corner Nolan is scaling. The crowd begins to gasp, realizing they are going for another spiked piledriver. Zack reaches the top rope just as Too Magnificent begins to lift Psycho only for his legs to be taken out from under him. Too Mag crashes onto his back, Psycho holding onto his legs then dropping backwards, catapulting the Alpha Gen member right into the turnbuckle, right into Zack Nolan. The collision causes Nolan to slip and fall groan first onto the top rope, howling in pain as a result. Too Magnificent is knocked onto his back, rolling across the canvas while Psycho quickly gets up, scaling the turnbuckle in front of Zack then wrapping his arms around his waist. He snaps over backwards and takes Zack off the top rope with a huge belly to belly suplex, Nolan flipping over then crashing hard spine first right on top of Too Magnificent’s ribs. The fans put their hands together while Psycho just lies on the canvas now, barely moving, barely breathing in fact. His breaths are forced and labored yet Chapel seems somewhat impressed while standing in his corner, nodding his head slowly. But being impressed doesn’t stop him from extending his hand, again ordering Psycho to make the tag, even though he can’t stand up or move. The very tired, exhausted Psycho begins to hear the shouts though, turning on instinct to get to his hands and knees, crawling desperately for his corner which is so very far away. Chapel is still pleading with him to make the tag, his arm stretched out so far it almost separates from his shoulder. As Psycho gets closer, and closer to the ropes both Nolan and Magnificent are trying to get up and stop him, yet their bodies are far too weak, too damaged to stop him. Psycho finally reaches his corner, extending his hand out towards Chapel’s, their fingers just inches removed from one another. But suddenly Psycho balls up his fist, shaking his head “no” standing up and turning to face his opposition, wanting to do this on his own. Before he has the chance to Chapel slaps his shoulder, tagging himself in.

Dan: The tag has been made, even if Psycho didn’t want it!

Mayne: Is Psycho crazy? Did he actually want more of an ass kicking from the Alpha Generation?

Dan: No, I say he’s crazy enough to keep trying to prove himself to Chapel even at the expense of his own well being.

Chapel enters the ring with the fans still screaming, rushing forward straight at both Too Magnificent and Zack Nolan, both men leaning against each other for support. They stand up just in time to be taken right back down with a huge double lariat. Chapel steps forward, insisting that they get up while Ingelson protests, ordering one of them to leave the ring. Nolan is the first to his feet as Chapel rushes forward with another lariat. Zack ducks it though and then stands up, grinning and tapping his temple, he turns to face Chapel who has bounced off the ropes, rushing back in with a hard big boot right to Nolan’s jaw. The fans groan at the stiffness of the collision that knocks Zack down hard to the canvas, Chapel turning to face Too Magnificent who has pulled himself up in the corner, rushing in with a great burst of speed. Chapel bends forward though, catching him with a huge back drop that flips Too Magnificent over, sending him crashing hard right on top of Nolan. Every fan is standing in the arena while Psycho watches on from his corner, his hand still extended though, desiring a tag above all else. Too Magnificent rolls away from Nolan, trying to stand up, utilizing the ropes in order to do so before Chapel rushes in, hitting him with a lariat to the throat, taking him over the top rope to the outside of the ring. Chapel shouts downward at Too Magnificent, who is trying to get to his feet before turning to face Nolan who cracks him in the jaw with a right. Chapel is staggered by the strike as Nolan then kicks him to the gut and pulls his head under his armpit. He shoots his arm into the air, signaling for the Phenomenal Slam (Jackhammer). With a grunt he hoists Chapel up into the air, about to hit the jackhammer when Psycho rushes into the ring then dives forward with a headbunt right into Nolan’s gut. Chapel then floats over as a result, landing on his feet behind Zack then bending forward, burying his shoulder into his spine. He stands up, holding Nolan in the torture rack, setting up for the Cardinal Sin (Torture Rack Backbreaker). The crowd is pumped as Chapel turns with Nolan on his shoulders, turning right into a spear to the gut out of nowhere from Too Magnificent who just re-entered the ring. Chapel is knocked onto his back, dropping Nolan with almost a Somoan slam as a result.

Too Magnificent then stands up, turning towards Psycho who rushes in, diving forward for a headbunt to his gut. But Too Mag side steps him, Psycho missing and landing throat first on the middle rope. He begins to stand up as Too Magnificent spins around, bending forward, setting up for the spear to his mid-section with the crowd screaming, warning Psycho. The Sadistic One turns around when Too Mag comes barreling in with the spear only for Psycho to side step him and push him along by the back of the head, launching him through the ropes. Too Magnificent’s momentum causes him to fly over the mats, turn inside out then crash hard across the outside of the ring back first. He sits up, yelling in pain before his eyes fill with dementia, his anguish fueling him to rise to his feet and turn towards the ring right as Psycho sails over the top rope with a huge crossbody that takes them both down to the outside mats. The crowd is cheering loudly while in the ring Chapel is forcing himself upward, trying to get to his feet, Nolan getting up in front of him and stepping in with a clubbing blow over his back. He then nails him again to the spine with another clubbing strike, almost taking Chapel right back down to the canvas. Nolan now rushes forward into the cables, bouncing off to get a running start and charging back in only for Chapel to stand up, catching him with a boot to the gut that bends him over. Chapel steps over his head and lifts Nolan into the air with all his strength, allowing him to slide down his back, catching his biceps with his hands, setting up for the Apocalypse (Hangman’s DDT). He is about to hit it before Nolan slips off his shoulders, landing on his feet behind his back, Chapel turning around to get a kick to the gut. Zack hoists Chapel into the air without warning while trapped in a front gantry then turns, hitting the Jackhammer to the shock of the crowd. Chapel’s body crashes hard into the canvas with Nolan coming down on top of him.

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Douglas: Chapel kicked out of the Phenomenal Slam! What a showing of strength from the War Angel.

Mayne: Why can’t the Alpha Generation finish these two guys off already!?!

An infuriated Nolan gets to his feet, Chapel somehow finding the strength to begin willing his way up as well. Zack steps in and grabs Chapel by the wrist, dragging him up to his feet then pulling him into his shoulders. He stands up straight, holding Chapel in a torture rack position, clearly setting up for the Phenomenal Bomb AKA the torture rack into the DVD. Before he can hit it though he spots Psycho climbing up the turnbuckle in front of him, getting to the top rope. Zack drops Chapel then rushes forward, placing his hand to the side of Psycho and shoving him off the turnbuckle. The force of the shove sends Psycho flipping over from the top of the turnbuckle, crashing onto his back on the outside mats

Mayne: What a tumble from Psycho, hahahaha. He prides himself on being able to fly for a man of his size, well he definitely just went for a flight with an even nastier landing than usual. Mwahahahaha.

Dan: Thank you for your observation and your usual horrible distortion of the truth, Billy.

Psycho is still spread out over the mats, shivering in pain before he blinks his eyes, starting to roll to his side. Those same dazed eyes settle on the chair that has Kaily Wolf planted on top of it. In the ring Nolan has turned back towards Chapel who is standing up slowly. He rushes in quickly only to be caught around the waist by the War Angel, turning around into a huge Black Hole Slam, planting Zack hard into the canvas and getting a huge response out of the crowd. A very dazed Chapel starts to push himself up to his feet now, obviously in firm control of this match, possibly seconds removed from putting Nolan away. Ingelson however is shouting through the ropes at Psycho who has forced Kaily out of her chair, taking hold of the seat. The ref demands he put it back down and get in his corner. This doesn’t stop Chapel from setting himself though, motioning for Nolan to stand, preparing for the Apocalypse once more when a steel chair cracks hard over his spine, wielded by Too Magnificent. The fans are reacting with shock as Chapel is knocked down to the canvas across his chest and stomach, Too Mag standing over him with the chair, smiling down at his taken out opposition. Finally he turns and pitches the chair through the ropes while Ingelson spins around, jumping on his case, having spotted the foreign object being thrown from his hands. As Too Magnificent shouts back at him Psycho slips into the ring behind the referee’s back with the chair gripped in hand, the one stolen from the ring announcer. In front of him, Zack Nolan and Chapel are both trying to get to their feet. Their bodies are battered by the wear and tear of this match while they force themselves to a standing base. They are both doubled over right in front of Psycho, who’s eyes cut between both men, obviously stricken with great personal confliction. The chair is actually shaking in his hands, not sure who he’s going to strike.

Douglas: Psycho contemplating who he’s going to bash in the head with that chair! This is not good for either man in the ring right now.

Mayne: Due what you feel strongest compelled to do Dan, take that chair and crack the head of Chapel. You know you got that voice in your head telling you to do it Psycho, so just do it, just do it!

Psycho is absolutely trembling with two perfect targets before him. That’s when his eyes finally set on Chapel’s exhausted, concerned face. He steps forward, swinging the chair but changing direction at the last second, cracking Zack Nolan over the head with the steel. Zack’s eyes roll to the back of his head while he is knocked out cold and onto his back, falling over like ply wood and amongst a thunderous ovation. Too Magnificent drops to the outside of the ring with his back aimed towards the action, his arms stuck out to his sides while he laughs, not even hearing the chair shot, still thinking that Chapel has been completely laid out, Ingelson yelling at him and equally as unaware of what’s happening behind his back. Chapel looks up slowly at Psycho, glaring straight into his face, the two men’s eyes are locked, stuck on one another, a number of emotions going through their heads. Suddenly Psycho steps back, throwing down the steel chair through the ropes then motioning for Chapel to make the pin. The War Angel contemplates it for a second then falls into the cover on Nolan, hooking his leg.

Mayne: No, what have you done Psycho? What have you done? You can’t change who you are, you can’t deny your emotions.

Dan: I think he just proved you wrong with that action, Billy, by taking the head of Zack Nolan from his shoulders thanks to that stiff chair shot!

The crowd is still going nuts as Ingelson finally turns around, dropping down and making the count. Too Magnificent is still celebrating on the outside of the ring with his back turned to the action.

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The fans explode into a massive ovation while a chuckling Too Magnificent turns to face the ring and finds himself shocked by what he is seeing. Psycho steps towards Chapel now, slowly extending his hand outward. Further bewilderment confounds the face of Chapel who after a few moments finally reaches out, taking hold of the palm of Psycho. He pulls Chapel up to his feet, both men eyeing one another closely with great speculation on the War Angel’s part.

Douglas: Psycho and Chapel have done it! They’ve beaten the Alpha Generation tonight!

Mayne: Thanks to Psycho and the chair! This isn’t fair, this isn’t fair!

Dan: And you said nothing about the chair use on Too Magnificent’s part. But does this prove to Chapel that Psycho has changed? Does this mean we’ll see the rematch between them?

Psycho and Chapel continue to inspect one another, glaring into the other’s eyes before Too Magnificent, Desolation, Jackson Adams, and Hurse all slide into the ring. The crowd is outraged as all four individuals pounce on Psycho and Chapel, assaulting them with clubbing blows.

Douglas: Chapel and Psycho being jumped by the Alpha Generation now! Damn these vulturous bastards.

Mayne: Isn’t vulturous a character from Transformers? By the way, that movie looks awesome, it has Shia Lebouf in it, and he’s only played in like 80 movies this Summer, that means it must be great. As great as the beat-down going on right now on the Alpha Generation’s part. They said they’d reclaim the ring by the end of the night, and that’s exactly what they’re doing.

The fans are still shouting in outrage while Chapel and Psycho try to fight back in their tired states. They don’t pose much of a challenge to this onslaught though, too weakened after just competing to do so. Chapel falls to his knees, as does Psycho as Jackson and Too Magnificent wail on him. The Livewire Champion is being assaulted by a still bloodied Hurse, and a sweaty Desolation, the two overcoming him with straight closed fists to the face. Nolan is struggling to reach his feet, getting them beneath him before he steps forward and sluggishly throws forearms into the upper back of Chapel. Just then the crowd starts screaming, through the curtains emerges Jon Rich with a steel bar in hand, followed by Roxas Knoxx waltzing with a golf club over his shoulder. AWOL is leading the way, charging at the ring quickly with a club in his hands. Bitchcakes McPhee emerges as well, drinking down a beer.

Douglas: The GM, Jon Rich, Bitchcakes McPhee, and Roxas Knoxx all charging out here to help Chapel and Psycho. Well, Bitchcakes probably more so because he’s lost than anything else..

Mayne: What kind of GM is allowed to do this? How is it permissible for our authority figure to put his hands on the talent?

Desolation turns right as Jon Rich enters and swings the steel bar directly into his gut. Desolation is doubled over, holding his ribs before Rich drives the top of the bar straight into his back, causing him to arch his spine while stumbling forward. This gives Chapel the energy and available time to throw a right straight into Hurse’s gut, doubling him over before receiving a strike under the jaw that sends the World Champion flying across the ring. Too Magnificent spins to face Roxas who has just entered the ring before the golf club is shattered right over top of his head, the putter flying off into the air. The crowd gasps as Too Magnificent crashes onto his back, holding his face and rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring. Cagero watches him leave with a smirk on his face, still holding his shoulder though. The AG is being cleared from the ring, Adams one of the only few left standing, but he quickly spins, charging at AWOL only to receive a clubbing strike to his ribs. Adams jumps into the air, landing on his back while holding his ribs and rolling to the outside of the ring, AWOL shouting at him while pointing down at him with the club in hand. Desolation is trying to stand up against the ropes before Rich and Roxas grasp hands then move in, double superkicking him right under the jaw. The force of the strike knocks the Dark Man over the top cable, causing him to flip over and crash to the outside mats. Hurse charges at Chapel but is caught against both his palms. The War Angel rises to his feet and with a grunt throws the World Champion over the top rope with a gorilla press where he lands right on top of a standing Desolation. The Dark Man actually seems to jump in order to catch Hurse though, softening the blow somewhat with his own body after they spill to the outside mats. Nolan is the last one left, leaning against the ropes, but he doesn’t last all that long as Psycho comes rushing in, jumping into the air then booting him hard to the face. The collision causes Nolan to flip over the ropes backwards, hitting the outside mats with a devastating thud. Bitchcakes leans over the ropes, pouring his beer on top of Nolan, although he doesn’t appear all that clear as to why he’s doing this.

Dan: Look at this Billy, look at this! The Alpha Generation has been cleared from the ring by AWOL and a handful of IWC talent.

Mayne: You might want to add to the fact that weapons were also used. If this had been a straight up fight, AWOL and the guys, or girls he brought with him, would all be left kissing the AG’s feet. Mine as well, which would be even more brutal on them since I never wear socks.

The fans in the arena are going nuts, standing up while AWOL moves to the center of the ring, pointing with his club at Desolation who is forcing himself to his feet, helping Hurse to get up as well. A doubled over Jackson joins them, still holding his ribs while Too Magnificent approaches the group from the opposite side, his palm pressed to his forehead. Zack staggers towards them as well, the Alpha Generation joining together on the edge of the ramp, while AWOL stands between Jon Rich, Psycho, Chapel, Roxas Knoxx, and Bitchcakes McPhee. All of them seem equally as enraged at the sight of the AG occupying the ramp.

Dan: It looks as if AWOL may have his work out for himself cutting this team down to the five blockbuster talents who will have to face off against the Alpha Generation at Born Again.

Mayne: No team he assembles will be able to take the Alpha Gen at Born Again. When its an eight man tag and the rule book is thrown out the window, the AG will come through against even the best talents in the world.

Douglas: Well, we’re going to find that out at IWC Born Again, when the Alpha Generation takes on AWOL’s Army.

The Big Crazy Bastard stands at the center of the five still glaring at the AG members, urging them to enter. Desolation stares scornfully between all the individuals, pointing, shouting directly at Chapel. Hurse is doing the same while Too Magnificent eyes Knoxx furiously, Jackson bitting his lower lip at the mere sight of Jon Rich and Roxas Knoxx. Zack staggers but is able to stare at all six individuals gathered in the squared circle. The crowd is standing at the sight of this tense face off between the gathered roster members collected around AWOL, and the Alpha Generation members convened at the edge of the ramp.

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