Mayhem 14th November
The Entire roster of IIW is lining the entrance stage and ramp. Some crying, some staring off in the distance and a few mingling not seeming to care. There is a picture of Osh Vaughan up on the big screen that reads rest in peace. Curtis walks from the ramp up the ring stairs and into the ring. He stands silently staring at the image of Osh on the big screen. He lowers his head and wipes tears away from his eyes. He begins to sing.
Curtis – It’s been a long day without you, my friend
And I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again
We’ve come a long way from where we began
Oh, I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again
When I see you again
Damn, who knew?
The fans are standing silently in awe of Curtis’ absolutely beautiful singing voice. Curtis composes himself.
Curtis – Osh was a man.
Curtis stops speaking and breaks down. He covers his face with his hand lowering his head. He is crying. He manages to force himself to stop.
Curtis – Osh was a businessman, a friend, a brother, an uncle, a manic, a promoter, a booker, an assshole, and most importantly a father.
Curtis turns to look at the screen. The picture of Osh changes to a young Osh holding baby Curtis.
Curtis – Before he found out I wasn’t his real son and disowned me he was my father. He was a great dad I must say. He taught me almost everything I know. He taught me to talk, walk, use the bathroom, tie my shoes, and maybe most importantly to take a bump. Osh is the reason I’m standing here today.
There is a large groan from all the wrestlers standing on the ramp. Curtis lays them no mind.
Curtis – Wrestling was always a part of our lives growing up. I grew up running around the hallways of the IIW arena and taking bumps in the ring. Dads are someone to look up to, someone to follow, someone to admire, someone to be proud of and someone to brag about, someone to hold and someone to cry with, someone to learn from and someone to respect, someone to listen to and someone to talk to, someone to try and impress, sometimes rebel against, and, someone, most of all, with whom to share everything this wonderful life has to offer. I am so incredibly grateful and happy that I can stand here today and tell you that I have had all this and much, much more with my dad Osh. I have been BLESSED to have had Osh as my dad. I am honored to stand here today and pay tribute to a truly great man. He may have said and done some truly mean and hurtful things to me when he found out I wasn’t his blood but I know in my heart that deep down Osh loved me. He was showing my tough love to make me a man and I understand that. I don’t fault him for his misgivings. I celebrate them because that is who he is. His life was taken from us for too soon. His fire was put out by a truly cowardly act. Osh should be in the back sitting in his office running IIW like he loved right now NOT LAYING IS A BOX.
Curtis glares at CCPE who are standing near the back of the entrance. Shaun smirks and rolls his eyes. Curtis narrows his eyes looking at all the wrestlers on the ramp.
Curtis – You should all be ashamed of yourselves. Without Osh none of you would have the lives you have. He has literally fed you, clothed you, and given you a home by signing your paychecks. Ashfon had a lot of faults that I do agree with but he was a stand up gentleman that ran IIW the way it should be run. He is a legend in this world in my opinion and should be treated as such and the fact that I see so much disrespect coming from everyone on this ramp makes me incredibly upset. I have been crying for 2 straight weeks over this. It has absolutely broken me. I cannot believe that someone would do what they did to a man that I once called my father.
Curtis looks up to the ceiling of the arena.
Curtis – Osh I know we have had our ups and downs and you don’t exactly agree with my outlook on life and that’s fine because that’s your opinion. You need to know how much I love you and care for you and miss you. There is a giant hole in my heart that will never get filled because you have left. I will continue to believe that you are in a better place in living the way you always did here. I will never forget you or the things you have done for me and taught me. I am who I am today because of how you raised me and I can never thank you enough for that. I wish we had more time together on this Earth.
Curtis clears his throat preparing to sing once more.
Curtis – Did you ever know that you’re my hero?
You’re everything I wish I could be
I could fly higher than an eagle
For you are the wind beneath my wings.
Did I ever tell you you’re my hero?
You’re everything, everything I wish I could be
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle
For you are the wind beneath my wings
‘Cause you are the wind beneath my wings Oh, the wind beneath my wings
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings
Fly, fly, fly away, you let me fly so high
Curtis falls to his knees in the middle of the ring. He looks up once again and yells WHY GOD WHY? Curtis gets back to his feet and composes himself. But it looks like his demeanor has changed.
Curtis – Someone incredibly special was taken from me in a senseless act of violence 2 weeks ago. I am normally a turn the other cheek type of guy but not this time. I absolutely can’t allow the perpetrators to get away with this. I am making a vow right now to find out who was behind this and handle it myself. The time for playing games is over. When someone gets pushed to their breaking point something in their head changes. Maybe you can call it a mental breakdown. Maybe I’ll tell you that I’m seeing clearly for the 1st time. I will find out who did this and I will deal with it the only way I know how. It would seem my outlook on life may have finally been altered a little bit. I know a lot of you’ve been waiting for this moment but I don’t think you’re going to like what happens now that it’s here. The time for shutting up is over. NO MORE MR. NICE GUY.
Curtis drops the microphone in the middle of the ring and steps through the ropes. He hops down off the ring and pushes his way through the men and women standing on the ramp. He walks through the curtain. As soon as Curtis exits Ste Davis enters the ring.
Ste – Please bow your head and join all of us at the IIW for a moment of silence and a 10 bell salute for IIW owner Osh Vaughan.
An image of Osh Vaughan wearing a suit appears on the big screen as the bell soberly begins to ring 10 times. Not a single sound is made as every stands silent for the memory of a great man.
The arena lights all turn up. Trumpet fanfare fills the arena.
Mike Fisher: What the heck is this?
Scott James: It’s a trumpeting fanfare, Mike.
Onto the entrance ramp we see a pair of elephants walk out! Atop each is one of Them No Good Bastards. Bobby Bourbon is riding the elephant on the right, the IIW and OCW tag team championship belts on each of his broad shoulders. Thunder Knuckles is on the elephant on the left, his half of each tag team championship is being held by the trunk of the very beast he is riding. The elephants both stand up on their hind feet, then walk down the ramp to the ring!
Mike Fisher: Them No Good Bastards have, well, they’re riding down to the ring on elephants!
Scott James: I have never seen anything like this, Fisher, is this even sanctioned by the athletic commission?
“No Good Bastard” by Tom McDonald begins playing as Bobby and TK slowly pace on the pair of elephants down to the ring. The crowd is going wild, how often do you see an elephant at a wrestling show? Once ringside, Bobby and TK step up onto the elephant’s backs and hop into the ring. Bobby hoists his belts as TK’s elephant hands, or trunks, him his. TK holds them up triumphantly.
Scott James: I’ll be right back.
Mike Fisher: Well, my broadcast partner has just left the booth and is headed into the ring!
Their entrance music having died down, the elephants loiter ringside as Scott James, microphone in hand, approaches NGB.
Scott James: What exactly are you two doing out here?
Bobby Bourbon: Whatever we want, Scott, these IIW fans deserve to see their tag team champions!
Scott James: Well it looks like you’re carrying some extra gold with you, this isn’t an OCW show!
Thunder Knuckles: Yeah, but we’re the Tag Team Champions there too, so that’s that. I kind of wish we were at an OCW show, the crowds there are way better!
The Manchester crowd erupts in a chorus of boos.
Bobby Bourbon: Woah, TK, any show is better than one in the UK.
The fans begin to boo even harder. The elephants trumpet ringside at the noise.
Thunder Knuckles: I dunno, Bobby, we shouldn’t make fun of these inbred people, none of them know how to drive! How many people today alone have tried to hit us by driving in the wrong fucking lane?!
Bobby Bourbon: Britain may have taken our driving privileges since we drive on the right side of the road like real Americans, but they can’t take our elephants!
Scott James: Yes, we heard about it. You No Good Bastards destroyed four rental Rolls Royces and two Bentleys and caused over two million in damage in Manchester!
Bobby and TK exchange a no look IIW Tag Team Championship Title Belt Dap. It’s like their fist bump was designed to do this all along.
Bobby Bourbon: Yeah, but now we have the most American thing in the world. Elephants.
Scott James: Cut the crap, Bastards, we want to know what your thoughts are on Against the Grain and what they did on Halloween! You guys…
Thunder Knuckles snatches the microphone from Scott James abruptly. Scott looks shocked, then terrified, as both Bobby and TK look down at him menacingly. Bobby holds up one half of the IIW Tag Team Championships and one half of the OCW Tag Team Championships in one hand to Scott’s face. The crowd is riveted to their seats.
Mike Fisher: My broadcast partner, um, what are Them No Good Bastards capable of?
Thunder Knuckles continues to glare through Scott James.
Thunder Knuckles: Either walk out of the ring or be put out of the goddamn ring, pick one.
Scott James leaves the ring and gets back behind the announce booth. The fans boo as Them No Good Bastards bully a harmless announcer.
Mike Fisher: That looked awkward.
Scott James: Shut up, Mike.
Thunder Knuckles: All True Goons want to attack us after a match they couldn’t make it to?
TK shrugs because this isn’t his first rodeo.
TK: You’re definitely not the first team to ever attack us after a match, you sure as shit won’t be the last. These Tag Team Championships aren’t going anywhere and most definitely not with you.
Bobby Bourbon: Yeah, I’m pretty sure every doofus in ATG is most famous for being the guys who just want another ass-beating by Us No Good Bastards. October seventeenth was supposed to be y’all coming out party, and you had the biggest match of your careers. You guys brought it, all right, but all you brought wasn’t enough. For us, October seventeenth was just another Monday. IIW people, British people, in all seriousness, we may be rude, and we bust your balls in every town we go to, but we are damn proud to be the IIW Tag Team Champions, you can take that to the bank and cash it, buy yourself a nice dinner, and still have enough left over to pay your entire phone bill. One day, people, one day ATG might know what it takes to do what we do. Then there’s Bear-O-Dactyl.
The crowd in Manchester cheers at the mention of the team. Thunder Knuckles laughs.
Thunder Knuckles: Bobby, no wonder these people like them, they’re losers too!
The crowd sours again, booing heatedly at Them No Good Bastards.
Thunder Knuckles: Oh, that’s right, Union Slack is from here, huh?
The crowd starts chanting “Ass-holes, Ass-holes, Assholes”
Thunder Knuckles: Shut the fuck up, you useless cum rags!
Bobby Bourbon: In fairness, Brother Knuckles, these guys put up a hell of a fight, but got hit like a tsunami when that bell rang. Fellas, we took your best shots all night long under the lights in New Orleans, stole the whole damn show from under the noses of all the boys in the back, and with much respect, yeah, we are damn proud we won. We are proud we beat both of y’all to get where we are, we weren’t just handed a toy or a trinket, we make these titles mean something because y’all mean something.
Thunder Knuckles: Bobby, what are you trying to say?
Bobby Bourbon: That if they want to sniff greatness they should get their shoe polish out because my boots need a shine and they aren’t fit to lace them!
The fans all boo wildly, when suddenly “Natural” by Imagine Dragons blast the PA interrupting the champions celebration. The audience boos never slow down, instead if possible they pick up some as trash begins to get tossed at the entrance ramp once the tag team of Rhett Dawson and Sawyer Wade finally emerge.
Scott James: These two have been making their presence felt every time these tag team titles are shown so we should have known they couldn’t keep their noise to themselves.
Mike Fischer: I’m not sure the bastards or their elephants for that matter seem to be worried at the moment!
As ATG stands on the entrance ramp both Sawyer and Rhett do some sarcastic applause, almost automatically you notice that Sawyer is holding what appears to be Iron Wolf’s mask.
Scott James: Is that Iron Wolf’s Mask! Well I guess that explains what happened to him backstage last week!
ATG soak in the boos a few minutes at the top of the ramp before signaling to cut their music and get handed a mic. Rhett clears his voice as he begins to speak. He pauses a few moments as the fan’s begin to chant..
“IRON WOLF, IRON WOLF,”
Sawyer speaks with the mask held high, almost shouting at the crowd.
Sawyer: You can save your voices, he’s not coming out if he knows what is good for him. We already took out that clown and this is just one of many trophies to prove it!
He hands the mic over to Rhett.
Rhett: Your Welcome Manchester, you are Welcomed for us making the trip to this god forsaken land of trash like you, and trash like Iron and of course your own Union Jack! We came all the way over here in hopes we could somehow continue to rid not just the US but the entire world of the pitiful excuse promoters try to pass off as wrestling in this day and age.
The chant of Go Back Home begins to echo across the arena as Rhett smiles a bit and waits for it to die down.
Rhett: Don’t worry I plan too! But first I need to Congratulate our new IIW Tag Team champions! A team who the more I see each and every week the more I appreciate them, I mean they are honest enough to tell the truth about you horrible fans.
Sawyer nods in agreement as the fans once again begin tossing trash at ATG.
Rhett: And honestly they won, they won the titles that we couldn’t. And hell they beat us along the way. But I think it’s time we address the Elephant in the room. And no I don’t mean you Old Dirty Boomers, or the dates they brought with them tonight..
He motions at the elephants and smiles.
Rhett: You boys found some ladies at the local bingo hall I see, old love, it’s so sweet. No, what I mean is the fact that those titles wouldn’t be around your waist if it WASN’T FOR US! You see, on October 17th after you beat us, and you were in your hotel room with some beluga whale you picked up afterwards, me and Sawyer went out and demolished those freaks bear-o-dactyl. We left them battered and broken, So on halloween night, your big victory was against two broken and beaten men who we had softened up for you.
Sawyer nods in agreement in the background as he continues to hold the Iron Wolf Mask up as some sort of trophy.
Rhett: And after you won your little titles we made sure to do it again. We whooped your asses, and we broke bear-o-dactyl to the point that Union Jack isn’t even booked tonight despite being in the UK, hell they are all probably too cowardly to even show up!
As if summoned by wrestling television cliches, ‘The Motherfucking Pterodactyl’ by Sarah Donner and The Oatmeal begins and fans jump to their feet in cheer!
Mike Fisher: “It’s Bear-O-Dactyl! And listen to this crowd!”
Scott James: “Yeah yeah yeah…hometown pop…big deal.”
The stage is draped in the Union Jack as Pequeno Dinosaurio runs out from the back to a modest cheer.
Dinosaurio pumps up the crowd before pointing to the entrance as Union Jack and Lil MC burst through the curtain to one of the loudest cheers of the night.
Mike Fisher: “It’s Union Jack and Lil MC! The crowd is going crazy and look at Union Jack!”
Union Jack has a red Solo cup in each hand and raises them to a roar from his countrymen as Lil MC trails behind him waving the Union Jack flag!
Scott James: “Look at these three pandering to the crowd! Idiots!”
Glaring at ATG, Pequeno Dinosaurio holds back Lil MC as the deminuative mascot threatens to go after Dawson and Wade, who smirk at even the idea.
Rhett can be clearly seen telling the pair to “get your dog on a leash.”
Mike Fisher: “What is your issue with Bear-O-Dactyl? They’re positive and fun loving and…”
Scott James: “And never take anything serious! And are four foot fucking tall! They’re never going to be champions here in IIW!”
Mike Fisher: “Wow! That’s a bold statement!”
Scott James: “And I stand by it! Bear-O-Dactyl will never be IIW Tagteam Champions!”
Smiling as he looks out over the capacity crowd, Dinosaurio raises the microphone.
Pequeno Dinosaurio: “Ola amigos! I was out back getting ready for my match later and we all couldn’t help but hear you cabrons all running your mouths.”
Mike Fisher: “They were very nearly Tagteam champions here already!”
Scott James: “Nearly. Close only counts in horseshoes, hand grenades and nuclear bombs!”
A fresh round of cheers circulate the arena as Dinosaurio is sure to direct his gaze to ATG.
Pequeno Dinosaurio: “We’ve already beat one of you…”
Then his attention turns briefly to Them No Good Bastards…
Pequeno Dinosaurio: “…and the other? Sure you got the better of us in a ladder match, not a wrestling match ese. But these people don’t want to hear from me…”
Before turning back to the people, the IIW faithful. He points to Union Jack and the capacity crowd roars.
Scott James: “Did that goofy Dino just insinuate that Bear-O-Dactyl could beat Them No Good Bastards in a regular match? That midget must have gotten dropped on his head harder than I thought!”
Mike Fisher: “I think he did, and I have to agree. In a standard Tagteam match a lot of the tactics Them No Good Bastards used to win would be illegal.”
Lil MC is jumping up and down like an excited chihuahua.
Pequeno Dinisaurio: “…so without further ado.”
Handing Jack the microphone, a huge burst from the fans brings a toothy grin to the Englishman’s face.
Union Jack: “My people!”
If Union Jack had planned more than that for his opening line, we’d never know as he is met with a fresh wave of positivity from his countrymen.
Mike Fisher: “Listen to that reaction! They love him here!”
Scott James: “And only here! Everywhere else these three are a joke!”
Waiting for the cheers to subside, nothing could take this moment from him now.
Union Jack: “Good to be back in God’s country!”
Building the crowd up, now that smiles were all about, it was time to get down to business.
Union Jack: “Look my good people, it’s simple…all these slimy cunts are the same. They prance out here with their ‘we’re the best’ blah blah blah…you know you says they’re the best mates? People that need a little pep talk before they can ‘perform’!”
A collective ‘Oh!’ passes around the arena at Jack’s thinly veiled inuendo before he finishes a Solo cup, tosses it haphazardly behind him and then removes the veil completely.
Union Jack: “You Limp Bizkit cunts need a little blue pill to get going do ye? Nothing to be ashamed of lads, happens to us all in time I guess, little odd at your age…but I’m getting derailed. Look cunts, in a wrestling match…all ye can get some!”
Cheers overtake Jack’s words as he turns to Dinosaurio and nods before the two start to make a b-line for the ring…
Mike Fisher: “Business is about to pick up! Bear-O-Dactyl heading past ATG and to the ring!”
Scott James: “These too dummies didn’t get enough last time out?”
As Bear-O-Dactyl hits their stride, the crowd starts to yell and scream at Union Jack…
Mike Fisher: “Wait…who is that?!”
Scott James: “Some demented clown looking freak has jumped the guardrail! See what happens when we leave the US? Fucking soccer hooligans!”
A lean man of about six feet tall comes barreling at the pair of luchadors from behind. The once grey coveralls of the clown are dirty and stained with blood.
Mike Fisher: “Look out Union Jack!”
Brandishing a length of blackened steel pole, the crazed clown swings with an effort that would make Tonya Harding proud.
Mike Fisher: “Oh no! Not like this!”
Scott James: “Yeah! I wanted to see Them No Good Bastards squash them like bugs again!”
Buckling the British Luchabear’s knee, Union Jack drops to the ramp clutching his right knee.
Union Jack: “Arrgh! Why?! Why?! Why?! I planned to say cunt at least five more times!! Why?!”
Channeling his best Nancy Kerrigan as the insane attacker is tackled by IIW security.
Mike Fisher: “IIW security is on the scene and doing their best to restrain this lunatic!”
Ripping and clawing at security as they restrain the crazed lunatic, the beastial clown shrieks!
Clown: “Did you think it was over?! Did you think you were safe?! We are everywhere and our mistress says hello!”
Dragging away the lunatic, security makes way for the medical staff as they check on Union Jack.
Match One
Standard Singles Match
Eddie Charisma vs Chris Norton
ischer: Well we are starting off the night hot! With the in ring debut of a promising young talent of Eddie Charisma!
James: This may be Charisma’s in ring debut but last week he made an appearance saving IIW Television Champion Caleb Scott from a potential beating at the hands of Pretty Technical!
Fischer: And that brings us to this week, where one half of Pretty Technical Chris Norton, seeks to get some revenge on the new comer in a one on one match.
James: you should know its never one on one when facing Pretty Technical lets get to the ring.
“Just Like you” by Three Days Grace hits the speaker and a chorus of boos explode from the audience as after a few seconds Chris Norton appears in the entrance way. Along with him his tag team partner in Pretty Technical Ryan McCann. The two take a casual stroll down the ramp snubbing fans left and right.
Fischer: Just like you said where you see Norton, his Partner McCann will not be far behind, lets hope this kid Charisma knows what he is getting himself into.
As they wait in the ring their music fades and “Caramella Girls” by Carmelldansen blast and the new comer known as Eddie Charisma. Eddie looks pumped as he goes down the ramp and gives fans on either side high fives, the entire time he keeps his eyes locked on the members of Pretty Technical in the ring.
James: Charisma looks ready to get this started, he’s a good looking young kid lets hope he stays that way after this match.
The ref checks both men and explains the rules before moving out of the way and signals for the bell.
Ding, Ding!!
The bell sounds as the newcomer Eddie Charisma waste no time, firing away with a fast series of left hands before quickly Irish wiping Norton into the corner. Charisma takes a couple steps back before running full speed at him and jumping high in the air attempting some sort of splash. Norton’s partner McCann however is right there and quickly pulls his partner out of harms way. Charisma however is aware enough to stop himself before making contact with the hard turnbuckle.
James: Already we see the influence of McCann on the outside of the ring, getting Norton out of the way at the last possible second.
Fischer: The match is still young but this type of advantage could really start to show. Still Charisma is young and sharp and doesn’t seem deterred at the moment!
Charisma indeed doesn’t hesitate, he jumps from the ground directly to the top turnbuckle and launches himself off and to the outside of the ring hitting a big cross body block on both members of Pretty Technical. Charisma is then quickly to his feet as the ref starts to give both men the mandatory 10 count.
..1,
..2,
Charisma picks up McCann first and sends him hard into the steel steps. By this time however Norton is to his feet and sends a large clothesline to the back of Charisma head knocking him down on the hard concrete outside the ring.
..3,
..4,
James: You have to give Charisma credit for not having any fear.
Norton shouts some inaudible words in the face before rolling him in the ring to break up the count. He then climbs up on the apron and waits as McCann slowly gets to his feet still a bit staggered. Norton Sling shots himself over the rope with a clothesline connecting hard with Charisma and sending him back to the mat. He quickly goes for the cover but before the ref can get into position Charisma kicks out. Norton seems frustrated already as he begins to blatantly choke Charisma. The ref warns him to let go.
James: Well that is neither pretty nor technical now is it.
Fischer: No but Charisma had to know what he was getting himself into before this match.
The ref starts to count for Norton to release the hold and by the time the ref gets to 3 Norton has released the hold and goes to pick up Charisma. Charisma however seems to have a flurry of energy and knocks Norton’s hands away gaining a bit of freedom before sending a few hard chops into the chest of Norton. Charisma then grabs Norton and lifts him in the air for a big back breaker.
Fischer: I’m not sure where this energy is coming from but Charisma just will not stop. He’s got one hell of a fighting spirit!
He tosses Norton off his knee after the back breaker, then lifts him to a sitting position before Charisma bounces off the ropes and gets a running stat before hitting him with a baby ace crusher sending him down hard. Eddie is quickly to his feet and the crowd is really starting to get behind him at this point, the cheers making it hard to even hear the commentary team. You can see the panic in McCann who is pacing back and fourth outside the ring shouting at his team mate to get up. Charisma however goes to the apron outside the ring.
James: Looks like Charisma is building up momentum but he had best be careful Ryan McCann is stilling lurking around outside.
As if on que McCann runs around the ring and grasp onto Charisma foot keeping him from doing whatever he had planned. Charisma however didn’t slow down at all instead he used his free foot to give a few kicks to McCann’s head. While this was going on Norton was slowly staggering up in the ring. Charisma didn’t hesitate however as soon as his leg was free he springboard over the top rope and hit a massive DDT on to Norton. Norton flew high into the air from the massive impact.
Fischer: The Final HOUR! Charisma hit his finisher the Final Hour and it looks like it may of broke Norton’s neck!
James: It looks like this is over, all Charisma has to do is make the tag!
Charisma doesn’t hesitate either as he moves over and pulls Norton over on his back to go for the pin. However as he does McCann is on the turnbuckle and distracting the ref. The Entire crowd begins to count, …1, …2,…3,…4,…5…
Fischer: The Ref’s attention is focused on McCann! It doesn’t matter if the crowd counts to a million Charisma needs to get the ref’s attention!
James: This is where the numbers game comes into play! This kid is getting robbed!
Charisma is finally up and quickly takes care of the problem himself. He almost runs up the turnbuckle and then jump off hitting a dropkick on McCann knocking him off sending him flying hard into the barricade. Charisma takes the bump himself however and takes a couple of seconds to get up but does so and rolls into the ring. Norton still seemed to be out, Charisma went to pick him up and set him up for a suplex but Norton must of been faking and quickly wrapped him up with an inside cradle. The ref goes for the count.
James: Wow it seems Norton was playing Opossum, he may have this!
…1,
…2,
..
Some how Charisma reverses the inside cradle to one of his on and the ref starts the count again.
..1,
..2,
..3!!!
Fischer: What just happened, I think Charisma picked up the win! He just out smarted Norton!
James: Your right Charisma starts his IIW Career with a big win over Chris Norton.
The ref goes to raise Charisma hand but as soon as his music begins McCann grabs a chair and slides in the ring hitting Charisma hard in the back and sending him crumpling to the ground. He whacks him another couple of times before going to help his partner up.
Fischer: Can’t these two just take the lost! This is terrible some one needs to get in there before they hurt him.
Once on his feet Norton joins McCann in beating him up. McCann grabs Charisma in a full Nelson while Norton begins to slap him and shout profanities in his face. As they do this the fans continue to boo fanatically and after a few seconds security comes from the back. The team of Pretty Technical drop Charisma and begin to fight off the security. As the fight continues in the everything goes black in the area.
James: Wait what is this, are we still on the air.
Fischer: Everything seems to be working its just the lights..
Less than a minute later the lights return and in the ring stands a massive man, a large twisted mask with jagged teeth and a twisted smile. Pretty Technical had cleared the security from the ring but they stand clueless at first as the fans give out a chorus of gasp and awes.
Fischer: Who on earth…
James: Its the darkness! From last week the creepy promo that ran, he’s scheduled to fast McCann in the ring next.
As Pretty Technical realize something is happening they both turn towards the middle and see Bill Nemeth standing there waiting. Before they can do anything Nemeth sends a giant boot at the head of Norton sending him flying over the outside of the ring and to the hard ground. McCann goes in for an attack sending a series of punches into the side of Nemeth’s head. With each punch however Nemeth seems to enjoy it, he smiles and eventually laughs as he turns his attention towards McCann.
Fischer: I don’t think those punches were even hurting this monster! What on earth is this monster!
James: I heard he eats people, McCann better get out of there I bet he looks tasty!
McCann goes to kick Nemeth in the gut but Nemeth catches his foot and pulls him quickly closer sending him crashing to the ground with a lariat. Nemeth then stands up just in time to turn around and see Norton has returned to the ring. Norton takes a couple of double axe handles to the back of Nemeth that seem to have no effect. Nemeth instead quickly turns and locks Norton in a mandible claw sending him down as he keeps the lock on him. You can see Norton struggling for a few seconds before passing out in pain.
James: It seems a ref has been sent down to ringside I think they are going to start out next match? Are you serious?!
Fischer: Well McCann was scheduled to fight this monster, so I guess this is as good of a time as any!
Ding, Ding
The bell rings and Nemeth releases Norton and kicks him to the outside of the ring. By this time McCann is getting up still groggy a bit and Nemeth turns and looks at him. With a wicked smile he grasp him around the chest and leans him forward, giving him a small kiss on the forward head he flies backwards drilling his head into the mat.
Fischer: Sister Abagail, that twisted move looks like it knocked McCann out!
James: This match was over before it ever started, maybe this will teach these two to be careful who they try to bully.
Fischer: Its hard to feel sorry for these two after watching them double team Charisma just minutes ago but this thing in the ring doesn’t even seem human!
Nemeth isn’t finished however as he picks up McCann and delivers another Sister Abagail this one splits open McCann. Blood trickles down his forehead, Nemeth rolls him over and wipes his blood onto his hand then licks it off slowly before going for the pin. The ref counts
..1,
..2,
..3!
Ding, Ding! “The Path” by Fit for a king hits over the PA as the fans let out a large mixed reaction not exactly knowing what to think about the debut of Bill Nemeth. Charisma is up in the ring as well looking at the big man, you can see the conflict in his eyes as well.
Fischer: I don’t know what to say, Bill Nemeth picks up the win and Pretty Technical are both beaten and battered.
James: Charisma doesn’t seem to know what to make of this either, that monster just saved his tale but he doesn’t exactly look like some one you want to go up and shake hands with either.
Fischer: Especially not with McCann’s blood on it, and in his mouth eww. I think its time we move on to what’s next.
We peak into the Private General Manger office of Shaun Hart, who sits back in his red leather chair with his feet up on his desk with a smirk on his face as he talks on the phone.
Shaun Hart: Look everything is good now, nothing to worry about at all the deal will be done soon, and once Osh’s body is in the ground I’ll be the face of this company.
Shaun pauses for a moment as he listens to the other caller and then lets out a chuckle.
Shaun Hart: No I’m not happy Osh is dead, we were good friends but man did that guy get in his own way too many times and therefore he got in this company’s way of being great and unfortunately he is now gone and the show must go on.
A loud knock is heard at the door and Shaun looks annoyed as he looks over at the door.
Shaun: I’ll call you back, I got someone at the door that’s here to annoy me.
Shaun hangs up the phone.
Shaun Hart: You may come on but you better not be here to waste my time.
The door opens up and a gentleman in a black suit with black shades enter and immediately flashes his FBI badge and approaches Shauns desk and Shaun instantly straightens himself up and leans over the desk to greet him with a handshake.
FBI Agent: Shaun, my name is John Beck but you can just call me agent Beck for now. I’m here because two weeks ago in New Orleans, Louisiana you was involved in an explosion that left two man dead and I have a couple questions for you.
Shaun reaches over to his left and picks up a bottle water to drink and then responds to Agent Beck.
Shaun Hart: That is correct, it was a very tragic night for us all here at IIW and we’ve been doing our best to move past this dark time in our history.
Agent Beck looks at Shaun with unsureness.
Agent Beck: Yes I understand, so I’ll make this quick. I’ve spoken to many people close to IIW and they say you and Osh had issues that seem to be reaching a boiling point. So I must ask did you have anything to do with this?
Shaun sits up straight.
Shaun Hart: Listen I know it’s your job to do this but my Lawyer has told me I have no reason such disgusting questions as if I would have to lower myself to.such tactics but I do know a few people you should be talking to about this.
Shaun puts on a smirk as the Agent leans in with an intrigued look on his face.
Agent Beck: And who are these people I should be speaking to?
Shaun Hart: One moment I think this conversation shouldn’t be done in front of the cameras.
Shaun gets out of his seat with a sinister smile on his face and walks towards the door and motions the camera crew to leave the room and then the door shuts and we cut back to the arena.
Mike Fisher: I wonder who Shaun thinks it is?
Scott James: Well whoever it is, Shaun definitely didn’t want us to hear.
Match Three
Triple Threat Match
Tex Attwater vs K-JAX vs Griffin Warner
James: We have had an eventful evening already as we are getting ready for just our third match of the night.
Fischer: So true James we have seen the debut of two future stars and the decimation of one of our long time tag teams in Pretty Technical. A monster has been born and to continue the trend we got even more debuts lined up for tonight.
James: Yes our next match is a three way featuring two new talents Tex Attwater and Kirbiquitous Jackson better known as K-Jax!
Fischer: Yes lets get to the ring as our Griff Warner is already there and waiting on the his two opponents.
We see the ref checking Griff Warner after his entrance as the lights dim and the familar western whistle and robotic voice saying COWBOY blast and the song Cowboy by Kid Rock hits the PA system. The fans let out a cheer as a tall athletic man appears at the to of the ramp, a cowboy hat on top of his head and chaps over his tights. A few girls let out a whistle as he makes his way down towards the ring, making sure to tip his at to the ladies and kiss a few babies along the way.
James: Tex Attwater has a unique style to him and the ladies at least seem to love him.
Fischer: Ye is a rough, tough competitor from way out west it should be interesting to see how he measures up to the other new IIW talent we have been signing lately.
Once in the ring he taunts the fans with a lasso motion a bit before his music fades and “Nite Expo” by Thee Oh Sees blast over the pa system. The fans continue to cheer as they are greeted by a young man with a musclar build, K-Jax was still a new face to the fans but he didn’t hesitate to clap a few hands as he made his way to the ring with purpose.
Fischer: K-Jax comes highly recommended and is said to be a rare talent that is sure to impress.
James: As excited as I am for both new talents you can’t count Griff out of this fight, it should be a good one!
As K-Jax enters the ring the referee checks makes sure all three are ready before ringing the bell.
Ding, Ding!
Tex, K-Jax and Griff all circle a bit first with some heavy jaw jacking coming from K-Jax before Griff makes the first move. He swings a heavy left hand at K-Jax who managed to block it and return the favor with not one, but two of his own staggering Griff back a few feet.
James: It seems K-Jax might be the smallest man in the fight but boy does he come out hot. Those are some heavy hands he is laying into Griff Warner!
Fischer: Griff is a returning star tonight but has only had a few matches to this point and that was months ago so it will be interesting to see how he handles these two young stars he is in the ring with.
Tex doesn’t hesitate however to jump into the action bouncing off the rope and sending a large big boot into the side of K-Jax head sending him for a flip before he lands hard on the mat. This gives Griff enough time to gather his senses as he sends a chop block into the knee of the much bigger Tex. This sends the “Texas Truth Teller” down to one knee. By this Point K-Jax has returned to his feet and he shots a glance at Griff, both men nod before lining up and super kicking Tex at the same time. The big man sways a few seconds before dropping hard to the mat.
James: Looks like the two smaller men have figured out that it might be best for business to take the big cowboy out first.
Fischer: Tex is a good 3 or 4 inches taller than either of the other competitors but he is lean and much more athlete then most men his size.
K-Jax goes to pick up the downed cowboy but as he does Griff takes the chance to drop to one knee and low blow K-Jax from behind. Just out of the ref’s sight. As K-Jax doubles over in pain Griff taunts a bit dusting his hands off before hitting a powerful back body drop onto K-Jax. Griff then brings K-Jax to his feet lifting him high in the air with a stalling vertical suplex. After about 5 seconds he drops him back onto the mat. Griff quickly floats over for a pin and the ref goes down.
.. Kick out!
James: Not even a 1 count, it would appear K-Jax has a lot of fight left him him!
Fischer: Still you got to respect Warner for wanting to get this over with as fast as possible, he’s out for the win in his return match.
Warner gets up and grabs to top rope as he begins to send a few stiff kicks into the ribs of the downed K-Jax. The entire time Tex has recovered and didn’t hesitate to turn Warner around and send him flying across the ring with a powerful Biel. Warner hits the mat hard and quickly rolls to the outside to catch his breath. Instead of chasing him Tex turns and picks up K-Jax Irish wiping him into the corner. Tex charges after him sending a large corner clothesline into the chest of K-Jax. With K-Jax cornered and dazed Tex sends a series of stiff elbows into the side of his head.
James: Seems like the big man has gotten control of K-Jax right now, he needs to keep his eye on Warner on the outside.
Fischer: Both K-Jax and Tex are making their IIW debut tonight and so far they have both shown a mean streak, it makes me really excited for what’s in the future for these two. Still right now K-Jax needs to do something or he isn’t going to be the one coming out in one piece tonight!
Tex pulls K-Jax out of the corner and he clutches him in rock bottom lifting him in the air but landing him across his knee for a backbreaker.
Fischer: He calls that his “Nail in the Counter” and it looks like it broke K-Jax in half!
Tex quickly goes for a pin after and makes sure to hook the leg, the ref goes down for the count.
..1
.. Before he gets half way down on the 2 Warner grabs him by the leg and pulls him to the outside breaking up the count.
Fischer: Warner knows he can loose this match without even being involved in the outcome, so he had to make sure that Tex didn’t take this one from him!
James: Yea he’s been around not just this business but this company for a while now so he knew better than to let that go much further.
Once outside Warner sends a few stiff elbows into the side of the big man’s head before Irish wiping him hard into the steel steps. The steps topple over and Warner smiles as he climbs up on the ring apron. From there he gets a running start and jumps off with a hip attack. Tex however is aware enough to get out of the way and Warner flies forward landing hip first onto the steel steps and crumpling in pain.
Fischer: That backfired on him, I hope he is ok.
James: Him and Tex both look a bit warn out after running into those steel steps, those things have no give in them.
Tex takes a moment to gather his senses then turns and rolls the still injured Warner back into the ring. Still the fight between the two outside the ring has given K-Jax ample time to recover and he is waiting as they enter. He quickly hits his “The stuff legends are made of” (perfect standing dropkick) onto Tex sending him back into the ropes, he kips up to his feet and begins with a series of chops and punches onto Tex before sending him across the ring with an Irish wipe. He runs against the ropes himself hitting a springboard move and coming off with a large slap on the Texan in the middle of the ring.
Fischer: Did he just springboard to slap that big man?!
James: He did and it looks like the momentum alone was enough to take Tex off his feet.
Warner is up at this point and charges in on K-Jax, K-Jax however leap frogs over him. Warner continues into the ropes and rebounds back but K-Jax is able to catch him with a large powerslam sending him to the mat so hard it seems to shake the entire arena. K-Jax quickly goes for the pin afterwards.
..1,
..2,
.. Kick out! last minute!
James: I thought that was it, K-Jax is really getting hot did you see that powerslam I think my back hurts from just watching it.
Fischer: Yea all three of these men are great athletes and really showing why they deserve the chance they are getting in IIW tonight.
K-Jax slams his hand on the mat a couple of times out of frustration before going to lift Warner up. Warner however seems to be ready for him and catches him in a small package. He rolls him up but before the ref can even get into position K-Jax breaks the hold. Both men go to get to their feet but Warner uses the moment to poke K-Jax in the eye. The ref sees this and warns him but Griff denies everything.
Fischer: Warner doesn’t seem to hesitate to take short cuts here, you can hear the fans letting him know what they think about it too.
As the fans boo Warner returns to the attack on K-Jax, however K-Jax is ready for him and quickly gets behind him, locking him around the waist and powering him over for a big release German suplex. The crowd goes crazy but K-Jax is slow to get to his feet. As he is Tex is up and waiting, once to his feet Tex charges in with an attempt at a big boot once again. This time however K-Jax is read and ducks it running behind him and bouncing off the rope. Tex turns just in time to see K-Jax jump in the air in an attempt at a flying lariat of some sort, however Tex is able to catch him and instead send him crashing hard into the mat with a front spinebuster.
James: Good lord i think he broke K-Jax in half, the man has a lot of fight but some times SIZE JUST MATTERS!
Fischer: That’s what she said!
Tex is on his feet quickly and lets out a hoot and a holla as he does a lasso motion and the fans really seem to get into it. He goes to pick up the feet of K-Jax but as he does Warner climbs the top rope. Warner comes off with a cross body which Tex catches him in mid air. He then smiles as he flips him over his head into a fireman’s carry. He then some how manages to reach down and pick up K-Jax’s feet.
Fischer: Good Lord Tex is a specimen, the strength he is showing is amazing.
James: Not sure what he is up too but it doesn’t look safe for anyone, even himself!
As he gets a good grip on K-Jax and Warner he begins to spin in circles faster in faster, a Move he calls the Stampede (The big swing) as he goes faster and faster the crowd goes crazy. After a few seconds and several full rotations he lets go of both men who fly in opposite directions he also stumbles down to one knee dizzy from the move.
Fischer: Not sure if that helped him or hurt him but the window is open if he is going to win its now!
The ref pauses a second or two as all three men are down and dizzy, he then starts the mandatory 10 count. By the time he is at 4 however both K-Jax and Tex are on their feet. Tex notices it and charges forward with a lariat but K-Jax is away enough to duck it. Still dizzy himself Tex does a full 180 degree spin when he misses allowing K-Jax to get behind him grasp him around the waist and hit a powerful German suplex. K-Jax is up on his feet and notices Griff finally on his feet as well.
Fischer: Looks like K-Jax has managed to take control of the match.
James: He just doesn’t stop fighting.
K-Jax bounces off the ropes and jumps in the airr hitting the still dazed Griff with a Charisma Cutter, he quickly jumps to his feet as the crowd goes wild afterwards.
James: That’s it! That’s his finisher he has this one wrapped up!
However before he can go for a pin Tex is up and hits a running big boot sending K-Jax hard over the top rope and to the ground outside, he then doesn’t hesitate to drop down and pin Griff. The ref counts
…1,
…2,
…3!
Ding, Ding!
K-Jax is up and half way in the ring when the ref finishes counting, you can see the disbelief on his face as he looks on when the ref raises the big man’s hand.
James: Tex just stole this one!
Fischer: That’s just how three ways go, you have to think of everyone at all times! Tex proved to be the better man today but K-Jax has really made a statement he will prove to be a force going forward!
We return from.commercial break and General Manager Shaun Hart is standing in the ring.
Shaun Hart: Now earlier tonight I was supposed to make an announcement regarding The Tag Team Titles but obviously that got delayed due to the brutal beatdown Union Jack suffered earlier tonight.
Shaun uses for a moment.
Shaun Hart: The medical team has confirmed with me that Union Jack will be unable to compete at Explosion, but just like we have after Osh death, the show must go on and Explosion will and so will Pequeno Dinosaurio for that matter.
Shaun smirks.
Shaun Hart: You see Pequeno Dinosaurio was given two.options after Union Jack injury was confirmed. One, he could give up his Title shot opportunity and wait for Jack to get healthy and make a run some other time but that option wasn’t taken instead he went with Option Two and because I’m just a fair General Manager.
Shaun smiles and gives himself a round of applause.
Shaun Hart: You see the second option was for Pequeno Dinosaurio to find someone else he could trust and compete with for the IIW Tag Team Titles at Explosion and he did just that! So at EXPLOSION it’s going to be Against The Grain vs Them No Good Bastards vs Pequeno Dinosaurio and……. IRON WOLF got the IIW TAG TEAM TITLES IN A TRIPLE THREAT ELIMINATION TABLES MATCH!!!!!
The fans ERUPT with excitement from the annlucments and break out with a YES CHANT!!!
Mike Fisher: Bombshell news dropped by Shaun Hart tonight, we now know what the Tag Team Title match will be at Explosion!
Scott James: Might not want to use the word Bomb with an FBI Agent around.
Shaun Hart golds his hand up to settle down the fans.
Shaun Hart: Now I have one more Championship announcement to make, you see The women’s Championship will be on the line at Explosion as well and the Champion Ada Pierce is hungry for competition and I’m going to deliver just that to her.
Shaun puts on a slick smile.
Shaun Hart: You see there are two competitors that have shown that they are also hungry to become a Champion and I’m going to reward them for their effort. So at Explosion the Womens Champion Ada Pierce will defend her Championship against Alessia Capello!!!
The fans give her a huge reaction!
Shaun Hart: Wait there’s more!…. And also Beckett Marisol!!!!!!
The fans erupt with YES CHANTS.
Shaun Hart: YOU’RE WELCOME!
Shaun Hart flips the microphone and makes his exit out of the ring and back up the ramp.
Mike Fisher: Another big title match announced for Explosion! This is going to be one of the biggest matches on the card.
Match Four
Standard Singles Match
Jack Tyde vs Andre Cash
The lights in the arena dim a bit as Mutiny by Neoni hits and a large puff of smoke clouds the entrance way. Once it clears you see a Large man striking a Captain Morrgan like pose with a large feathered Tricone by his side is a lovely lady with wild eyes and paint across the side of her face.
James: Here comes our next competitors, from the Briney Depths Jake Tyde and his lovely Shante’. These two worry me just a bit, especially her!
A voice blast over the Pa –
“The Following Ass Whoopin’ has been paid for you by the Andre Cash foundation… Your Welcome!,”
After the words the tune Killer by Eminem feat Jack Harlow & Cordae blast over the PA. The fans cheer as the large Figure of Andre Cash appears in the entrance way. He power walks down to the ring ignoring the fans mostly along the way.
Fischer: The show before X-Plosion has been jam packed so far, and not just our normal cast of character but we have had alot of new debuts in IIW tonight, talented names like Eddie Charsima and K-Jax along with at least half a dozen more.
James: And we still have more, the next match proves to be another one that features two fresh faces to IIW against each other. Having a chance on IIW like this is rare and these guys are doing everything to take advantage of it.
In the ring are the new IIW Debuts of Jack Tyde and Andre Cash. At ring side is a slightly disturbing looking woman known as Shante’, there to help Jack along. The ref runs down the rules as the commentators continue.
Fischer: Now Tyde actually appeared on last week’s show long with his valet Shante’.
James: Yea I can already tell you that Cash needs to keep an eye on him, if he is anything like the company he keeps then he can’t be trusted.
Fischer: he did seem to want to be involved in 2nd Coming but they didn’t seem to want anything to do with him. Maybe if he picks up a win tonight that will change.
Fischer: The show before X-Plosion has been jam packed so far, and not just our normal cast of character but we have had alot of new debuts in IIW tonight, talented names like Eddie Charisma and K-Jax along with at least half a dozen more.
James: And we still have more, the next match proves to be another one that features two fresh faces to IIW against each other. Having a chance on IIW like this is rare and these guys are doing everything to take advantage of it.
In the ring are the new IIW Debuts of Jack Tyde and Andre Cash. At ring side is a slightly disturbing looking woman known as Shante’, there to help Jack along. The ref runs down the rules as the commentators continue.
Fischer: Now Tyde actually appeared on last week’s show long with his valet Shante’.
James: Yea I can already tell you that Cash needs to keep an eye on him, if he is anything like the company he keeps then he can’t be trusted.
Fischer: he did seem to want to be involved in 2nd Coming but they didn’t seem to want anything to do with him. Maybe if he picks up a win tonight that will change.
Ding Ding
The bell rings and the match is officially under way. The two men tie up and Cash gets a quick advantage pushing Tyde into the corner and causing the ref to pull him off. Cash raises his arms as he backs off. Tyde however takes this chance to send a headbutt into the nose of Cash, this staggers him a bit and gets Tyde a bit more space.
Fischer: Both men are large and physically impressive but Cash is a good inch taller and about 40 pounds heavier, all muscle. It must be a match up problem for Tyde who can’t be used to wrestling men bigger than him.
Tyde then follows up quickly with a throat thrust to keep the bigger man staggered. Next he Irish whips the man into the rope, Tyde then bounces off the opposite rope and meets Cash in the middle with a jumping pump kick sending him crashing hard to the mat. You can hear the cackle of Shante’ on the outside of the ring cheering him on.
James: Well Tyde has managed to take a quick advantage over the bigger Cash, but I am sure it is going to take a bit more than that to keep him down.
Fischer: Yea and for gods sake can some one shut that witch at ringside up! She’s going to give me a head ache!
Tyde puts his foot on the chest of Andre and strikes a Captain Morgan pose as he goes for the pin, of course befor the ref can even get into position Cash kicks out. Tyde quickly grabs Cash up into a sitting position, Tyde then bounces off the ropes and sends a stiff kick to the spine of Cash. A loud thick thud echoes in the arena, Tyde screams “Arg” loudly as he bounces back against the ropes and goes for another stiff kick, Cash however rolls out of the way and as Tyde misses his momentum sends him forward and falling backwards on the mat hard. Both men recover quickly to their feet, Tyde goes for a wild haymaker and cash ducks grasping him for a T-Bone suplex throwing him hard over his head and crashing the big man onto the mat.
James: The Power of Cash is being shown, he tossed Tyde over his head like he was a pillow!
Fischer: Tyde is a big man too and you couldn’t tell it with the ease Cash just pulled of that move!
Cash is back up grasping a hold of the top rope and shaking it violently as he shouts loudly and turns towards Tyde who is now slowly getting up. Cash rushes forward and hits a vicious Lariat on Tyde sending him down hard on the mat. Cash motions that he is about to finish him as he squats down and waits for Tyde to return to his feet. Once Tyde is back up Cash springs forward attempting to spear Tyde. Tyde manages to move out of the way and Cash slams head first into the ring post. Cash’s body slumps over and falls down in a sitting position in the corner.
Fischer: He wanted to end it but his over eagerness seems to have come back to bite him, that looked like that might of knocked him out cold!
James: And Tyde looks ready to take advantage of it.
Shante’s is outside slamming on the ring apron as Tyde gets up and looks at the situation. He smiles as he slams his hands on the mat and heads to the corner opposite of Cash. he takes off running and flips forward hitting a cannonball on Cash. He gets up again and runs back to the opposite corner dashing forward in what appears to be another cannonball but instead of hitting the move he slides forward and poses as if hes laying on his side relaxing.
Fischer: Wait, what is he doing! Is he really not taking Cash seriously?!
James: I guess he figures he has this one in the bag already!
The fans let out as chorus of boos as Shante’ cackles in approval outside. He jumps to his feet and strolls over to Cash sending a few boots to his chest before lifting him to his feet. Tyde goes to lift Cash to the top turnbuckle. Once on the top however Cash seems to wake up and sends a few stiff elbows into the side of the head of Tyde dazing him a few minutes.
James: Tyde shouldn’t of taken so long, he may be in trouble now.
Fischer: i agree but Cash is still in a dangerous spot on top of that turnbuckle.
Cash grabs Tyde by both ears and slams him with a vicious headbutt visibly dazing Tyde. He then motions for the end once again as he puts Tyde’s head between his legs. He then lifts the massive Tyde up into a powerbomb position from there he goes as far as lifting him even higher by extending his arms and comes down hard off the turnbuckle sending himself and tyde into the mat with a thunderous crash.
Fischer: Oh My God I think he might of killed Tyde! All he has to do is get up enough energy to pin him and its over for sure!
James: Thats a top rope variation of Cash’s finisher he calls the Fall from Heaven!\
The fans at this point are going crazy chanting, THIS IS AWESOME! Still it takes a few seconds for Cash to regain himself and slowly toss his arm over the chest of Tyde. You can see Shante’ on the outside of the ring screaming like a banshee for Tyde to get up.
…1,
…2,
…3!!
Ding Ding!!
The camera focuses on a name plate by a door that says Bob Mitchell office and then a hand appears and knocks on his door and then opens it up and we see Bob and Blade preparing for the six man tag match as Agent Beck introduces himself.
Agent Beck: Sorry gentleman but I have a few questions for you, if you don’t mind.
Bob: Make it fucking quick, can’t you see we’re busy?
Agent Beck nods his head in agreement.
Agent Beck: Now as you all know Osh was murdered in the parking lot last Mayhem by explosive and I’ve been told you two had reasons to make him disappear despite this little partnership you had going on with him. Like is it true Bob that just last year you had control over this company after beating Osh team at Worlds Collide last year and not only that wasn’t it Blade that won the match and made this all happen?
Blade and Bob nod with a little attitude as they are annoyed by the questions already.
Agent Beck: So would it be fair to say you two weren’t happy with Osh being back in control and then he made Shaun Hart acting GM. I have to say that you had to get under you boys’ skin a little? Maybe enough to get revenge and go to any lengths necessary ?
Bob: Weren’t happy? Fair? What kind of idiot are you? You barge in here asking about stuff that happened almost 2 years ago now! Under my skin? Get your facts straight, Shaun Hart was GM going back to before Osh took control again. In case you hadn’t noticed I was out of it by then, I gave my control over to Osh’s ex wife and no one’s seen her since this year’s Worlds Collide, but how come you’re not asking anyone about that, no instead you want to ask about Osh now, go ask Shaun Hart, everyone knows he did it.
Blade: You’re supposed to be detectives, then detect. Shaun Hart had everything to lose with Osh around and everything to gain from his going away. We were sitting at home impatiently doing nothing while Shaun ran the company into the ground. Why would we do anything to Osh on the same night he named me number one contender to the World Championship?
Agent Beck writes some notes on his notepad and looks at Bob and Blade suspiciously.
Agent Beck: We’ll gentlemen sorry for this inconvenience but just part of the job. I’ve got everything I need here. I’ll be on my way to my next suspect. I’ll be in touch.
Agent Beck gives a wink to Bob and Blade as he exits the room.
The scene cuts to what appears to be television footage of Jonny C, running around a suburban property, throwing eggs at a house revealed to be that of Fred Debonair, as he belly laughs into himself. The scene then shows Jonny handing a bunch of kids money and joining them in TP’ing Fred’s house and yard as well as using shaving foam and eggs again. The scene ends with Jonny relieving himself on Fred’s porch, before jumping into a van and leaving.
The image pauses and we pan back to see this is all being watched on an 85” 4K Television hanging from the wall in a lounge somewhere and the viewer is Fred Debonair. He’s sitting back on a large black fabric, Kingston Corner Range sofa, dressed in a pair of denim jeans, black button up shirt and no shoes on his feet, which are up on a glass coffee table in just a pair of socks. He kicks his feet down, sitting forward and shakes his head in disappointment.
Fred: “Jonny, Jonny, Jonny… What was all that, man? Thank you very much. It took me almost half-hour to figure out which one of my houses that was, but the shrubbery one of those kids drove through on his BMX gave me the clue I needed and I was thankfully able to get a cleaning crew out there to get the place sorted before the estate agent came over for the open house next week! And you know what’s sad? I’m not even pissed off at you. I’m just severely disappointed, I mean let’s get it right, how on Earth could I be pissed at you Jonny? This is absolutely something Fred Debonair would have done himself… Twenty odd years ago!
We are grown men, Jonny… Grown ass men! We’re also fathers, albeit neither of our track records with our offspring exactly put us in good standing for Dad of the year but that’s besides the point… You are a former holder of the IIW World Title, do you really think what you did was befitting of a Champ? Befitting of somebody who wants to be the new UK Title holder, Jonny? Well I’ll tell you, I don’t! And I know a couple of others who feel the same way I do.”
The scene pans back even further and standing beside Fred’s couch, are two Police officers. Fred writes something down on a piece of paper, stands up handing it to one of the officers and shakes both their hands.
Fred Debonair: “Thank you very much, officers. I will be awaiting your call to update me on the situation…”
Fred watches as they walk out of his lounge and listens as his front door closes. He turns back toward the camera, wagging his finger toward the Police officers.
Fred Debonair: “Those upstanding Officers of this local community are always doing their best to protect and serve and right now as we speak Jonny, they’re on their way to liaise with YOUR local P.D. And then, they’ll be over to pay you a visit. I mean what did you really expect to happen, J.C? Fight me in the ring, we know the score… Even jumping me backstage I can roll with that… But this? Egging and Tee-Peeing my house?! Pissing under my veranda?! All of this is destruction of property man! And then there’s the solicitation of minors?! What in the world were you thinking, hoss? And recording it all too?!
If you were attempting to get some kind of reaction out of me, leading up to Explosion Jonny, then I’m afraid you failed in the one you wanted. I could have stolen your car and driven it off a bridge… I could have gone and visited your Doctor, obtained records of your most recent STI test and falsified it whilst making sure it got posted everywhere you Tinder dated… But I’m not a child, Jonny and this is the only reaction you’re going to get.
For I AM THE Kingdom.
The power and the glory.”
Fred clicks his finger and points at the camera like a gun, winking before it goes dark and transitions back to the arena as the crowd boo in reaction.
Mike Fisher: “Well then, not what or how I expected Fred Debonair to respond, Scott.”
Scott James: “No, absolutely not… Maybe he’s just really high?”
Match Five
Standard Singles Match
Wrestleman vs Talesin
Fischer: Ladies and gentlemen, next up we have Talesin versus Wrestleman, I don’t know about you James, BUT I for one am looking forward to seeing what these two new additions can do in the ring!
James: Who says I’m not excited? Look AT this…
Fischer: … and that’s probably ALL anyone needs to hear on that subject.
As Fischer finishes, the arena plunges into darkness. Creep slowly begins as candelabras light along the ramp and stage. Smoke fills the ramp and Talesin appears in shadow making his way slowly to the ring. He enters and the candle flames rise higher before extinguishing and the house lights rise.
James: I don’t know about you or the audience at home, but I am terrified of this man. I had a dream about him once sneaking in through my window at night once…
Fischer: Frankly, I don’t understand why we let you have a microphone.
Wrestleman’s theme begins to play. The WrestleSignal shines into the roof of the arena. WrestleMan emerges posing like a superhero. On his walk to the ring, Wrestleman begins hugging fans way too tightly and aggressively shaking hands. He tries to kiss a baby but the baby starts crying. He just acts as if nothing happened. He poses one last time on the top rope before getting ready for his match.
Fischer: Both men are in the ring and the referee is going through the process of making sure they have brought nothing to the ring with them that he might find untoward.
Wrestleman poses like a superhero toy in a package as the referee removes a utility belt from him, admonishing him. Wreslteman clearly would like to have this utility belt as it contains his “wrestling tools”, but the referee is having none of it.
DING, DING, DING!
The two men circle one another as Talesin is the first to go after Wrestleman! Wrestleman locks up with Talesin! Wrestleman takes control with a top wristlock. Talesin pushes him off, and Wrestleman poses!
Fischer: Someone tell this boob he isn’t an action figure!
Talesin is not the man to do such things and he boldly charges in, looking for a drop toe-hold from the running position…
Instead of having this curious tactic work, or more likely not work, Both wrestlers stop as Electric War by the Osees begins its raucous psych-punk explosion. There is no light show and no gimmicks. TCJIII steps out from behind the curtain wearing white trunks with “TCJIII” printed across the back. He stops down to the ring followed shortly by a bald man, who for reasons divine and inexplicable has a Canadian Goose Tattooed on his head. A Variety of other less confusing tattoos dot his head, face and neck.
TCJIII slides under the bottom rope and looks at Wrestleman reverts to action figure posing, and Talesin does whatever a Talesin does. The man accompanying TCJIII also enters the ring, and produces a microphone.
“Call me the SPRUCEGOOSE, cause I got that Howard Hughes Money, feel me?”
TCJIII Limbers up.
“Now, it looks like this honky tonk bar going on here, needs less huggin’ and more bustin’”
The Gooseman looks directly into the camera. He drops his sunglasses down and winks.
“Spines that is.”
Producing a wad of cash from one of many pockets on his jacket, he holds it out in front of Talesin and Wrestleman who has stopped action figure posing.
“Now, Looking at the two of you, Ima put my money up. My boy TCJIII Also known as Power Jackson, to Kirbman’s Action Jackson. To Angus’ Leftout Jackson. Feel me?”
Neither man has any idea what is going on.
“So what gonna happen now is this. The refereeman gonna ring that bell, and then the three of yall’s gonna engage in some pugilisteria hysteria. An’ if either of you two variations on loaf bread come out on top, I’m gonna give you whole rack of that Gooseman Money, feel me?”
Both men nod. The Gooseman climbs out of the ring and looks at the ref mouthing “Do ya damn job.”
The ref inexplicably calls for the bell.
Ring Announcer: THIS is now a handicap match! Featuring Talesin and Wrestleman taking on Thadwich Chaddeus Jackson the THIRD!
DING DING DING!
James: This reminds me of the time I was in a three-way!
Fischer: No it doesn’t because you never were. WRESTLING or otherwise.
TCJII, Talesin and Wrestleman circle one another. TCJIII explodes out of the blocks for a double clothesline, rolling his shoulders after the short exertion.
Wasting no time, he puts Talesin into a seated headlock. Wrestleman wrestlers himself to his feet hits the ropes and charges in for a dropped elbow, but TCJIII uses some quick thinking and quicker reflexes to move out of the way. Wrestleman getting some offense in on Talesin. For his trouble, he eats a backbreaker from TCJIII.
Fischer: Thad..wick Ch… TCJTHREE showing off some power and some brains.
James: I heard this man lost a game of checkers to a vending machine.
TCJIII helps Talesin to his feet before putting him down with a different variation on a backbreaker. Wrestleman has gotten to his feet. Only to eat a big boot from TCJIII. TCJIII Wastes not a moment, pulling Wrestleman up, whipping him into the corner, and helping his partner shortly thereafter into the same corner. Both Men slump in the corner as TCJIII rounds and charges..
Fischer: Huge Freight train into the corner! Wrestleman and Talesin are probably wishing they hadn’t taken the bet on the money!
The Gooseman HONKS outside the ring! Spinebusters follow for Talesin AND Wrestleman in short order. He pulls Talesin up and Hoists him up in a Suplex Lift!
Fischer: SUPLEX INTO A DOUBLE KNEE BACK BEAKER!
James:If this Wrestling Thing Doesn’t pan out, we’re joining the army!
Fischer: I don’t think so!
James: That’s just the name of the move!
Wrestleman eats a towering chokebreaker, and both men are on the mat. TCJIII rolls Talesin onto his stomach and flops Wrestleman face down on top of Talesin. TCJIII Then Climbs on Wrestleman’s back and forces both of them into the same Camel Clutch! Pulling up on Talesin’s chin!
The referee drops to check on both men!
Fischer: I HAVE NEVER SEEN THIS! LOOK AT HIM WRENCH ON BOTH MEN!
James: DOUBLE HENCHLOCK!
Talesin starts tapping the mat as Wrestleman starts tapping out on Talesin!
DING DING DING!
The winner of this match by… Submission! TCJIII!
The Gooseman slides into the ring and reproduces his mic.
“I hope y’all got a good look! Not a long look, lookin’ at these two soon-to-be government cheese-eaters! Cause I aim to keep putting that money on up this here boy, and that K-Jax in the back. Young Heads need guidance and the Gooseman will DELIVER the goods! HONK!”
With that, both men exit the ring.
The crowd pops upon the opening of Hank Williams Jr. “A Country Boy Can Survive”. Attention shifts to the entrance ramp where emerging out through the curtain being led by Michael Dawson are the Gangsters of Christ; Jethro and Pope Dawson. The boys from Lizard Lick, North Carolina have nothing but business in their eyes as they make their way toward the ring in street clothes. The trio reaches ringside where Jethro climbs up on the apron stepping through the ropes while Pope slides into the ring, and Michael makes his way up the steel steps to the ring apron and enters the ring. Jethro walks across the ring calling for the microphone. Jethro takes center ring as the music fades out. The crowd cheers for the Gangsters of Christ as Jethro raises the microphone and starts to address the crowd.
JETHRO DAWSON: Ya know something, it’s a reasonably safe bet to say that Pope and I don’t always see eye to eye… But the one thing that we will always agree on is when it comes to the family if you mess with one you’re messing with all. Two weeks ago we were engaged in a battle with the Landerson’s that saw us leave with a victory, and usually, that would be a favorable situation for the G.O.C.
Jethro lowers the microphone and the crowd responds with a mild ovation before the carries on.
JETHRO DAWSON: But then something happened; a couple of spineless nerds thought it would be a good idea to flex while attacking not only US from behind like a couple of baby bitches but they also put their hands on our father.
The cheers divert to boos.
JETHRO DAWSON: Man, I didn’t know those boys are so bent to be failures that they had to resort to cheap shots just to get a little attention from the hottest Tag Team that’s invaded the IIW since The Bastards, don’t get me wrong, it’s cute and all to hear them puffing out their chests and spouting off how they want to make an example out of us. I mean, it was the most generic thing I’ve ever witnessed! I mean dudes on the independent scene are more creative and original than these two gutless turds that accomplished what, exactly? Did you think you would run us off? Did you think you made some sort of statement? Because here we stand looking for Team Chicken Shit to I dunno, try that bullshit again except don’t be cowards this go around… come at us face to face.
Some applause is heard from the crowd.
JETHRO DAWSON: Better yet why don’t you two boys meet us at Explosion? Seems to be a logical step, right? I mean, we could just say let’s do this in two weeks and embarrass you on national television but honestly, I can’t think of a better way to make our IIW Pay-Per-View debut than beating a couple of second-hand Greek God impersonators.
Jethro hands Pope the microphone.
POPE DAWSON: I’m going to make this real simple because you have to be a simpleton to sneak attack us. You have to be so monumentally stupid to think that coming at us in such a fashion was a smart career move. But that move was made and now I’m going to tell you how the next move is going to go. Fuck the offer my brother just laid out to you two. You two aren’t worthy of an offer. You aren’t worthy of the option. We aren’t asking you two basic bitches to show up at Explosion. I…WE are TELLING you to show up at Explosion so we can kick your teeth through your body and straight out of your asshole. And if you don’t show up then I am going to assume that it’s because you’ve realized the error of your ways and you’ve entered witness protection where you are a couple of farmers in Bumfuck, Iowa.
Like my brother said, it was bad enough to think putting hands on us was smart but to lay hands on our father? Oh boy, I really hope for your family’s sake you have all your things in order and your life insurance premiums are paid up because you have absolutely no idea the world of hurt you’ve just opened yourself up to. When Jet and I are done with you your family is going to need dental records to identify the mangled mess that we leave behind. Enjoy your next few weeks on Earth. At best they are your last, at worst, they are your last without the need for a colostomy bag. Anything you wanna say Dad?
Michael takes the microphone from Pope’s outstretched hand.
MICHAEL DAWSON: Run… fellas. Run and hide and stay hidden for as long as possible because if you don’t…well…something tells me we are fixing to find out what happens if you don’t. I promise you two boys this, when we are done… You’ll have no choice but to let us in.
Michael throws the microphone down on the ground as he and his boys exit the ring to a chorus of cheers from the crowd.
Match Six
Tag Team Match
Maverick Tatum and Beckett Marisol
vs BUM SQUAD
Mike Fisher: Our next match is a tag team affair that should be one hell of a matchup.
Scott James: Sure, we’ve got an Intergender team and some group of random Hobos…should be a banger.
Alicia Garner: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team matchup.
The camera focuses on Stabby Joe and PC McGhee who are already waiting in the ring.
Alicia Garner: Introducing first, the team fo PC McGhee and Stabby Joe…THE BUMB SQUAD!!
“Woman Like Me” hits as Beckett Marisol begins to walk out to the ring. She stops at the top of the rampway as the music cuts and “Let it Rock” begins to hit. Maverick Tatum steps out from behind the curtain and he and Beckett make their way to the ring.
Alicia Garner: And their opponents…Beckett Marisol and Maverick Tatum!!!
The bell rang as Stabby Joe began the match off in his customary hobo garb with Beckett Marisol. Stabby Joe went to grab Beckett but Beckett ducked underneath him and brought him down with a headscissors takedown. Joe stumbled to his feet and was met with a dropkick for Marisol that sent him back into the corner. Marisol hit him with a running reverse elbow strike. Stabby fumbled out and Beckett brought him to the mat with a bulldog. Beckett covered …1 …2 …PC went to break up the count but Stabby Joe was able to get his shoulder up.
Mike Fisher: That was almost the end for everyone’s favorite tag team that seems to never win.
Scott James: They’re Hobos what the hell do you people expect? It’s not like they’re professionally trained or anything like that.
The referee got PC back to his corner as Marisol hit off of the ropes and caught Stabby with a running knee strike. Marisol covered again …1 …2 …kickout! Marisol kicked Stabby in the gut, rung his arm and tagged in Maverick Tatum. Maverick climbed to the top as Marisol kept the armwrench in, Maverick came down with a double axe handle to Stabby’s upper back. Stabby walked around in a circle but Maverick grabbed him with his legs and brought him over with a posionrana. The crowd popped as Stabby rolled to his corner and tagged in PC McGhee.
Mike Fisher: And here comes PC!
Scott James: With his Hobo satchel in hand!
PC McGhee entered the ring swinging his hobo stick but Tatum was too quick, he ducked and sprung up with an enziguri. PC stumbled towards the center of the ring and Tatum connected with a flying forearm. Tatum covered …1 ..2 …kickout!
Mike Fisher: Somehow PC McGhee was able to get his shoulder up from that Lugeresque flying forearm!
Scott James: I don’t even know how these two morons understand the rules of the match. Like, really, how do they know how to tag?
Tatum leaps over the ropes onto the apron. He sets up as PC gets to his feet and hits him with a Buckshot Lariat before dropping to the mat for a cover …1 …2 …Stabby Joe breaks up the pinfall but catches a shotgun dropkick from Beckett Marisol.
Mike Fisher: I’m pretty sure that Thirsty Trap would have been the end for this one if it weren’t for Stabby Joe.
Scott James: If only that idiot realized he doesn’t get an extra can of beans for breaking up the count.
Stabby goes to catch his breath but is caught with a superkick from Marisol that sends him tumbling through the middle ropes and down to the floor. Marisol hits off of the far ropes and dives through the middle ropes, connecting with a tope suicida on the outside.
Mike Fisher: High risk, high reward!
Scott James: That may be enough to get Stabby Joe out of this match for good.
Tatum waits for PC McGhee to stand and boots him in the gut. Tastum signals for The Headbanger and takes to the air with his version of the Canadian Destroyer. Tatum hooks the leg …1 …2 …3!!!!
Alicia Garner: Ladies and gentlemen here are your winners Beckett Marisol and Maverick Tatum!!!
We go backstage to IIW Interviewer Michael Morrison, who is standing backstage with Team Olympus.
Michael Morrison: Last Mayhem you two gentlemen jumped The Gangster of Christ after their match and even assaulted their father as well and earlier tonight you heard what they had to say, how do you respond?
Morrison leans the microphone toward Zeus
who looks annoyed with the question.
Zeus: Listen we didn’t give a damn about the second grade name calling those boys was doing out their in the ring. They can calm us whatever generic trash talk comes to their small minds first but the facts are the boys got their asses beat and couldn’t prevent their father from suffering the same fate.
Hercules moves the microphone towards him now.
Hercules: We didn’t stutter last Mayhem and we aren’t going to now. We made our internet pretty clear! Team Olympus is the best tag team in the WORLD and we do not tolerate inferior team’s like Gangster of Christ to walk around here like they are on our level! We aren’t worried about there empty threats because if they really wanted to solve a problem, they would’ve came and found us for a fight instead of boring Manchester with what they call a promo.
Zeus and Hercules laugh at the same time.
Zeus: But if they really think they can hang with us, then they can meet us in the ring at Explosion.
Zeus pushes the microphone out of his way and then Team Olympus walks off.
We return from commercial break and see the Television Champion Caleb Scott walking down the hallway with his Championship belt across his shoulder with a cold focused look on his face. He takes a few more steps down the hallway before the lights go off around him and then five bright masks appear in the dark as a loud SCREAM echoes around them and then the lights come back on and we see The Purge Followers surround Caleb but he doesn’t look phase about it as he remains calm.
Caleb Scott: Problem?
Lady Purge with the purple mask giggles to herself as she approaches Caleb.
Lady Purge: No problem…. At all. (she like the lips of her mask.) We just wanted to get a good look at the one Ryan covenants so badly. We wanted to see what all the hype was about.
Lady Purge takes her middle finger across the IIW Television Championship belt slowly as she admires it.
Lady Purge: Well I see he is impressed with you being a Champion already. That tells me and us that you are worthy of his recognition…
Lady Purge giggles as she returns to the group.
Caleb Scott: Are we done here now?
Lady Purge: Don’t be in such a rush Champ! We just wanted to have some good fun with you.
Lady Purge makes a sad voice as she says it.
Lady Purge: But we get it, Mr. Champion has to make us all proud of him tonight. Please make sure not to disappoint Ryan.
Caleb begins to walk off but then stops as a smirk goes over his face.
Caleb Scott: I think Ryan will be at ease with what he sees from me tonight and to be honest I already have his praise. It’s you guys that need to be worried about your performance tonight in the Main Event. Don’t disappoint because I’ll be watching.
Caleb throws the Television Championship over his shoulder and heads for yeh entrance as his match is up next.
Curtis is sitting in his dressing room with his head in his hands. There is a knock at his door. He says to come in and special agent Beck with the FBI walks in.
Agent Beck – Hello. I need to ask you some questions about what happened with Osh 3 weeks ago at Mayhem.
Curtis – Absolutely. Anything I can do to help.
Agent Beck – You’re Curtis I’ve been told and you had a special relationship with Osh. What’s your last name for my records?
Curtis – It’s just Curtis.
Agent Beck – We need a last name for the report. No gimmick names either. What is your legal given name?
Curtis – Curtis Jacob…………Vaughan. But I just go by Curtis. There were some issues.
Agent Beck – What issues are those?
Curtis – Look I know why you are here. I had a feeling I would be one of the 1st people you wanted to talk to. I was at one time the only son of Osh Vaughan. I get you need to do your job and all but I promise you from the bottom of my heart I did not harm Osh at all. If you had done any research before talking to me you would realize that I should not be anywhere near your suspect less because I am quite possibly the kindest most caring person you will ever meet. I only ever want what’s best for people.
Agent Beck – Where were you during Mayhem 2 weeks ago?
Curtis – I was at the homeless shelter in New Haven Connecticut handing out food.
Agent Beck – Is there any way to verify that?
Curtis – Absolutely.
Curtis stands up and walks to his bag. He unzips it, grabbing his wallet out. He takes a business card from his wallet and hands it to Special Agent Beck.
Curtis – Call this number and ask for Dean. He can verify that I was there all day helping give out food.
Agent Beck looks at the card then places it in his pocket.
Agent Beck – How come you weren’t here with IIW for Mayhem?
Curtis – I wasn’t booked for the show so I didn’t need to be here. I decided to use my free time to help those that are less fortunate than I.
Agent Beck – I see. Can you think of anyone that would want to hurt Osh for any reason.
Curtis – Honestly we don’t have enough time in the day to go over all the people that would want to hurt Osh. He hasn’t made a ton of friends. It comes with the job he has. Being a wrestling promoter is a thankless job that nets you many enemies. Osh was great at what he did so yeah I would say there are thousands of people who would want to hurt him.
Agent Beck – What about you Mr. Vaughan? I’ve heard your relationship with Osh is….well…..strained to put it lightly.
Curtis – As I told you before, it’s just Curtis. I dropped the Vaughan name when Osh disowned me because he found out my mother cheated on him and I was not actually his child.
Agent Beck – Interesting. That seems like a motive to me.
Curtis – I resent those implications Special Agent Beck. I would never harm anyone or anything intentionally in my life. Osh wasn’t a perfect person But I would never do anything to hurt him. I value life and people’s opinions far too much to act like an animal. I respect his decisions that he chose to make and yes I question them but I do not fault him for doing what he felt he needed to do. I loved Osh and I always will, nothing can change that no matter what he has done or said to me as hurtful as they may have been.
Agent Beck – I see. Ok that’s all the questions I have for right now but stay by your phone just in case I need to talk to you further.
Curtis – Absolutely.
Agent Beck – We will do our best to catch who did this and bring them to justice.
Curtis – I know you believe that.
Agent Beck looks at Curtis oddly. He turns to walk out saying “No we will catch the party involved in this. It’s our top priority.”
Curtis – Not if I catch them first.
Agent Beck stops as he walks through the door. “What was that Curtis?”
Curtis with a smile says “Nothing.”
Natch Seven
Six-man Tag Team Match
John Tolly, TJ Alexander and Knox vs Caleb Scott, Max Stone and Iron Wolf
John Tolly, TJ Alexander and Knox vs Caleb Scott, Max Stone and Iron Wolf
RING ANNOUNCER: This match is a triple threat tag team match scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit!
Mike Fisher: Only two men are legal at a time, that means one team will be out at all times. I wonder how this dynamic will play out?
John Tolly and Iron Wolf are in the ring to start as the referee calls for the bell to begin the match. John Tolly rushes in and begins laying into Iron Wolf with right hands. Iron Wolf pushes him away and catches him with a heel kick as he rushes back in before tagging in Max Stone.
Mike Fisher: Heel kick by Iron Wolf, and now here comes Max Stone!
Max Stone gives a big headbutt to Tolly, and goes for another, but Tolly ducks the second one, rakes the eyes, and follows up with a DDT before tagging in TJ Alexander. TJ Alexander runs over and begins stomping on Max, but he is shoved away and Stone tags in Caleb Scott
Mike Fisher: And now Max Stone tags in Caleb Scott!
Caleb Scott runs up to TJ Alexander and quickly connects with a Northern Lights Suplex. He follows up by climbing the vacant corner to the top turnbuckle. As TJ Alexander gets back to his feet, Caleb Scott leaps going for a flying clothesline-NO. TJ Alexander sidesteps it and Caleb Scott crashes into the mat! TJ Alexander goes for the cover!
ONE!
T-Kickout!
Mike Fisher: Barely a one count there.
TJ Alexander locks in a headlock, Caleb Scott fights for a while before getting to his feet and forcing TJ Alexander back into one of the turnbuckles to break the hold and then tags in Iron Wolf. Iron Wolf comes in , runs across the ring, and hits a running knee lift! Iron Wolf goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH-No! Kickout!
Mike Fisher: Another near fall!
Iron Wolf picks TJ Alexander up going for a multi-kick combo, but TJ Alexander ducks the last kick and rolls over to his corner to tag in Tolly. Tolly comes in and hits Iron Wolf with a clothesline before tagging in Max Stone!
Mike Fisher: NOW it’s gonna get interesting!
Scott James: You said it! Both members of the same team are in the ring now?
Iron Wolf and Max Stone shrug before locking up. Max shoves his partner towards the corner belonging to the other team and Iron Wolf tags in Tolly.
Mike Fisher: Not as interesting as I thought, frequent tags being made in this match.
Tolly comes in and kicks Max Stone in the stomach, followed by a hard right hand to the face. Max takes over by trapping Tolly in a bearhug!
Scott James: This may be it. Tolly’s going to be forced to tap!
TJ Alexander comes in to try to break it up, but he’s intercepted by Caleb Scott, who knocks him back out of the ring! Suddenly, Iron Wolf runs over and begins stomping TJ Alexander along with Caleb Scott.
Max releases the bearhug, but then picks Tolly up onto his shoulder. Renegade Spike!
Mike Fisher: And now that devastating move from big Max Stone.
While Iron Wolf and Caleb Scott continue to batter TJ Alexander on the outside, Knox finally gets involved jumping into the ring as he attacks Max Stone from behind, ramming him into the turnbuckle then a quick roll up
1….
2….
KICK OUT!
Mike Fisher: Almost a super shock win for Knox there over Max Stone!
Scott James: What an opportunist!
Caleb has seen what’s going off and has left TJ on the outside, tagging himself in against Max stone, he sizes up Knox. He lifts him up onto his shoulders
Scott James: NO WAY
Mike Fisher: WHAT A SHOW OF STRENGTH!
Final Resting Place!!!!!
1…..
2….
3…
Mike Fisher: They’ve done it, the team of Max Stone, Caleb Scott and Iron Wolf have prevailed!
Mike Fisher: Let’s take a trip to the backstage area where we are joined by Larry Fishburg!
Larry Fishburg stands in the interview area.
Larry Fishburg: What a Mayhem we have had here tonight! We are now joined by Max Stone who we saw earlier tonight.
Max snatches the microphone away from Larry.
Max Stone: For FOUR MONTHS NOW I have been signaling the dawn of a new era. Every opponent that has fallen has moved the arrival time forward and now we are here approaching the end of the clock. Tonight’s win has pushed the clock to 11 and we have one more hour left until the IIW will accept the Stone Age or deal with the consequences.
Max looks over at Larry Fishburg.
Max: Larry, do you accept the Stone Age?
Larry: Uhh… I don’t really know what that means.
Max (sternly): Larry, do you accept the Stone Age?
Larry looks nervous. He starts to back peddle
Max (aggressively): LARRY, do you accept the Stone Age?
Larry: Uh.. yes.
Max: Yes WHAT?
Larry: I accept the Stone Age.
Max smiles and gives Larry a hug. He looks scared but nervously laughs.
Max: Good. Welcome aboard, my friend. Relax now.
Larry looks into the camera like he’s being held hostage.
Max: One last chance for everyone to step into the light. Three weeks left until Explosion and the clock strikes 12. My soul is ready, Larry. Is yours?
Larry nervously nods “yes.”
Match Eight
Standard Singles Match
Denise Diamond vs Jessica Banks
- NO MATCH
Max Stone enters the office of Shaun Hart with a briefcase in hand. He takes a seat across his desk and places the briefcase on the desk and opens it up with a mark as an intrigued Shaun watches.
Max Stone: Mr. Hart I know your a busy man, so I’m going to make this sweet and simple. In this briefcase I have a signed contract from Osh before his death that states if I vacate the Hardcore Championship, I can cash in for a International Championship opportunity and I know you guys already have Eoin vs JMont plan but I’m crashing the party at Explosion.
Shaun Hart sits back in his seat and looks offer the contract carefully before placing it back down.
Shaun Hart: Well, everything looks legit from where I stand and I guess you can consider yourself lucky that you got this done before Osh was barbeque. I’ll honor one of Osh last requests. At Explosion, The International Championship match will now be a triple threat! Good luck and now get out of my office, I have more important matters to get too.
Max Stone: Nice doing business with you Mr.Hart.
Stone gets up with a slick smile as he make this exit out of the office.
Match Nine
Standard Singles Match
Mike Fisher: “We’re back from commercial and we’re just moments away from what promises to be an exciting matchup when these two evenly matched and technical high flyers battle it out right here on Monday Night Mayhem!”
Scott James: “As much as I dislike Bear-O-Dactyl, I have to agree. On paper these two are so close we’re about to answer the age old question. What’s better, youth or experience?”
Mike Fisher: “Absolutely partner! We have the forty year old, five foot two a hundred and sixty pound IIW veteran in El Landerson facing twenty year old, five foot four, one hundred and fifty five pound Pequeno Dinosaurio. Virtually identical on paper! For the answer, let’s head on down to the ring and our own Jenny Fletcher.”
At centre ring Jenny waits just a moment, allowing the anticipation to build just a few seconds longer before bringing the microphone up to her lips.
Jenny Fletcher: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall…”
Doing their part, the raucous British crowd chants back “ONE FALL!”
‘Booyaka 619’ by P.O.D. hits as El Landerson walks out onto stage and kneels down on one knee. Blessing himself in the name of the father, the son and the Holy Spirit; the luchador prays.
Mike Fisher: “El Landerson with his traditional pre-match prayer…”
Scott James: “What do you think he prays for? Like to win? I know me, for example. I’d pray the other guy has a stroke!”
Mike Fisher: “That’s just awful! But knowing Landerson, he’s probably praying they have a good match and no one gets seriously hurt.”
Scott James: “So something lame then?”
Getting up, he runs pointing to the Fans as pyro bursts drawing cheers from the fans. Turning on a dime, the long time IIW competitor switches to the other side of the stage, rolling his hands before pointing to the fans and unleashing a fresh blast of fireworks.
Mike Fisher: “Landerson looking good tonight, he looks focused and ready to spoil the singles debut of Pequeno Dinosaurio.”
Scott James: “And he very well could Fisher, this one might just be too close to call!”
Jenny Fletcher: “Please welcome to the ring at this time…from San Diego, California. He weighed in at one hundred and sixty pounds…El Landerson!”
Finishing on the stage, El Landerson slowly walks down the ramp, high five-ing some little kids and stopping for those wearing his mask, he give each child just a moment…but for the child it’s a memory that will last a lifetime.
Mike Fisher: “That’s the sort of thing we like to see, El Landerson always willing to give back to the IIW fans!”
Scott James: “Yeah Landerson is likeable and all, he just needs to parley that into a string of wins and he’ll be in title contention in no time!”
Heading straight towards the ring, El Landerson hops on the turnbuckle and poses with both index fingers in the air.
Mike Fisher: “You have a point partner, we’ll just have to see what kind of condition his opponent is in after a brutal and hard hitting ladder match last time out.”
Scott James: “That chair took the shape of Dino’s back, there’s no way he’s one hundred percent here.”
Mike Fisher: “Another excellent point, Dinosaurio can’t physically be at one hundred percent after last Mayhem and it’s my understanding he was offered the night off but refused demanding he face someone, anyone.”
Crossing the ring, he goes to the other side turnbuckle and once again poses for his fans. Cheers rain down upon the long time IIW competitor as he awaits his opponent.
Scott James: “Well, that might come back to bite him in the ass any minute now Fisher because Landerson looks fresh despite coming up short in a recent contest against the Gangsters of Christ…so both these men are looking to move past tag-team losses and get back in the right track!”
Panning the arena, Jenny gives Landerson a moment or two to get comfortable in the ring before continuing.
Jenny Fletcher: “And his opponent…”
BOOM BOOM ACKA-LACKA LACKA BOOM!
BOOM BOOM ACKA-LACKA LACKA BOOM BOOM!!
’Walk the Dinosaur’ by Was (not was) starts to play, fans, especially the younger ones, begin clapping along to the silly, but infectious beat of the song.
Jenny Fletcher: “…from Mexico City, Mexico. Weighing in at one hundred and fifty five pounds…he is one half of Bear-O-Dactyl…Pequeno Dinosaurio!”
Mike Fisher: “And here comes Pequeno Dinosaurio! This brightly coloured Luchador burst onto the IIW scene some five events or so again and immediately started turning heads as one half of Bear-O-Dactyl, one of the most promising tag-teams we’ve seen here in some time. Now we get to see what he’s capable of in singles action!”
Scott James: “Again, I’m not a fan of Union Jack or his antics but it will be interesting to see what Dinosaurio is able to do without that albatross dragging him down!”
Practically leaping through the curtain, Pequeño Dinosaurio is welcomed to a huge cheer for the brightly coloured técnico who comes out with the Union Jack flying in his friend’s honour!
Mike Fisher: “I wouldn’t say ‘dragging him down’, Union Jack likes to have fun!”
Scott James: “Yeah, and a lot of the time it comes back to bite them BOTH on the ass! I’m just saying that is Dinosaurio is truly serious about achieving greatness and following in the footsteps of the Mighty Tiranosaurio…there may come a day when he’ll have to leave his little playmate behind.”
Mike Fisher: “Have you seen these two? They’re legitimately closer than some brothers. I don’t see either leaving the other behind.”
Scott James: “Then they’ll both be doomed to mediocrity!”
Dark green scaled boots lead to a slight fade to light green as his tights approach his waist. His scaled costume is completed with a cape, giving him the look of a pterodactyl!
Mike Fisher: “Again, have you been watching these two? They have lost one match since joining IIW…”
Scott James: “And it was the big one! When the titles were on the line, they choked!
Mike Fisher: “They didn’t ‘choke’, they lost to a very game and much physically larger team…”
Scott James: “Yeah! They choked! Then No Good Bastards are the champs and it looks like it’s going to be that way for a long long time Fisher!”
Making his way to the ring, he shows his love for the fans as he goes, stopping especially to interact with the children of the crowd.
Mike Fisher: “Dinosaurio stopping for the fans, always ready to take a picture or sign an autograph Dinosaurio is a great ambassador for the sport of kings!”
Scott James: “Yeah yeah yeah, both of these guys are regular knights in shining armour. I want to know who wants the win more? Who is willing to go that extra step to take home the victory?”
Reaching the ring, the former Television and Tagteam champion leaps from the floor to the ring apron before bounding over the top rope to enter the ring.
Mike Fisher: “An impressive leap there from Dino, to be able to do a standing vertical jump from the floor to the apron at his size? That’s incredible!”
Scott James: “He is impressive and athletic, he just didn’t get his father’s size. That’s this kid’s drawback and unfortunately it’s not something he can work on. Pequeno Dinosaurio has every possible quality you could want in a wrestler, except he’s five foot four.”
Nodding to El Landerson, Pequeno Dinosaurio climbs the corner and looks out over the crowd, soaking in their cheers and admiration while pointing to his Bear-O-Dactyl shirt. This one would be for Union Jack!
Mike Fisher: “Which is why I’m excited for this matchup! With both of these guys being similar in size, we’re going to get the full capability of each man here tonight! I’m expecting fireworks! Don’t dare blink folks!”
Removing his shirt and entrance gear, Dinosaurio looks ready to soar! The referee signals for the bell!
DING! DING!! DING!!!
Both men walk to center ring and look to exchange words in Spanish though the cameras can’t quite pick up what’s said, it ends with a firm handshake between the two luchadors and a cheer from the crowd.
Mike Fisher: “A show of sportsmanship there and some appreciation from the fans.”
Scott James: “Now that we have that out of the way, let’s see some Lucha!”
Both men begin circling center ring, each looking for an opening, any opportunity to gain an advantage.
Mike Fisher:
Scott James:
A collar and elbow tie up leads both men to jockeying for position, each pushing against the other.
El Landerson begins to gain and advantage, backing Pequeno Dinosaurio into the corner.
Raising his hands in a show of respect, Landerson offers no attempt at a shot and breaks clean.
Locking up for a second time, the more experienced Luchador in Landerson snatches a headlock. Pequeno Dinosaurio backs them both into the ropes before sending El Landerson rebounding off the opposite strands.
Dinosaurio hits the canvas from a hard shoulder tackle, but Landerson barely slows down, running off the ropes, diving and catching the young dinosaur with a deep flying arm drag that sends him across the ring.
The crowd cheers as Landerson is back to his feet and back on the attack, a drop kick just as Dinosaurio reaches his feet send the younger luchador tumbling to the outside.
Yelling with excitement, the fans follow suit as El Landerson hit the opposite ropes for momentum and sits through the air crashing onto an unsuspecting Dinosaurio!
Dragging the green knight of IIW to his feet, Landerson roll him into the ring and climbs to the top rope.
Leaping high into the air, flashes fill the arena as El Landerson attempts his famed Frog Splash!
Pequeno Dinosaurio gets his knees up at the very last second, bringing them into the rib cage of El Landerson!
Mike Fisher: Great instincts by Pequeno Dinosaurio!
Scott James: El Landerson was looking for high risk and big reward but instead got bruised ribs.
Pequeno Dinosaurio kicks up to his feet and hits the ropes and as El Landerson gets up, Pequeno Dinosaurio meets him with a slingblade that takes him down to the mat. Pequeno Dinosaurio hits a standing foot stomp and hits the ropes again for some bounce and as El Landerson gets to one knee, Pequeno Dinosaurio makes him pay with a shinning wizard!
Mike Fisher; I just saw El Landerson eyes roll back in the side of his head.
Scott James: Pequeno Dinosaurio could be looking to put this one away.
El Landerson stumbles to his feet and Pequeno Dinosaurio goes for a kick to the gut but El Landerson catches his foot but Pequeno Dinosaurio comes back around catches him with his other foot and sends El Landerson in a daze and then Pequeno Dinosaurio hits the Caída de Dinosaurio/Dinosaur Drop (Sliced bread #2 with a pin).
One
Two
Three!!!
Alice Goldier: Here is your winner by pinfall
Pequeno Dinosaurio!!!!!
The referee raises the hand of Pequeno Dinosaurio as he celebrates in the ring.
Main Event
Six Man Tag Team Match
John Cavanagh, Eoin O’Rourke and Blade Alexander vs Purge Followers ( Bloody Nightmare, Two Face and Midnight Murder)
Mike Fisher: This night has been full of Intense action and nonstop surprises but right now we must turn our attention to The Main Event next as The World Champion Joh Cavanagh teams up with Eoin and Blade Alexander as they take on The Purge Followers.
Scott James: Yeah this one has so many layers to it. You got The World Champion having to team with one of the men that will not only challenge him for The World Championship but also Blade superkick the Champs lights out a couple of weeks ago.
Mike Fisher: We all know that was a mistake, it was meant for Bam but you do have to wonder how the chemistry will be as they go against The Purge Followers who have had issues with the other men that will challenge The Champ at Explosion Crush and you have to wonder will he be making an appearance tonight.
Scott James: Good question and for Eoin, you have to wonder whether or not The International Champion Joe Montuori will make his presence felt tonight not to mention Max Stibe as well now.
Mike Fisher: Another excellent question but we wont have to wait logn as the match is up next.
‘Poison’ by Alice Cooper hits.
Jenny Fletcher – Ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce to you at this time IIW’s own…. MELANIE JACKSON!!!
The former ring announcer steps on the stage, her deep brown hair done up in a fierce braided mohawk on the top of her head, her huge blue eyes highlighted by thin black eyeliner and lips accentuated by dark red lipstick. She raises a hand in the air and does a turn on the stage showing off the short tight red dress with silvery glitter highlights that’s tightly hugging her slim frame. She lets the IIW fans enjoy the view for a moment before she makes her way to the ring, surrounded in the aisle by security guards so she doesn’t get mobbed by men and women both who are hanging themselves over the barricades to touch her.
Once she makes her way up the stairs and under the second rope into the ring where she is handed a microphone and her music stops.
Melanie Jackson – Ladies and Gentlemen…. Introducing first… Hailing from the muddy banks of the Pedicotiac River in Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada… Weighing in at at a perfect 222 lbs… He has never been pinned, he has never submitted in IIW… He is the ONLY man in IIW history to win War Games and change the future of IIW….He is a second generation prodigy and the CARDINAL SINNER of professional wrestling… He is BLADE ALEXANDER!!!
Know me broken by my master
Teach thee on child, love hereafter
‘Would’ by Alice in Chains hits. In the crowd a spotlight finds a man standing at one of the entrances to the arena foyer. Dressed in long black trunks with a rusty red belt and grey laces tying up the front, the left leg with green paneling with silver highlights down the side, the right leg with the same green and silver highlights in block lettering spelling ‘SINNER’ down the side, a pair of mustard yellow fronted knee pads, the left sporting the Alexander ‘A’ logo on the left pad, and black kickpads with rusty maroon red covers with silver highlights strapped over them. On his right hand, the dreaded Iron Claw hand he wears a simple black glove symbolizing the potential doom of his opponent and a ring jacket that consists of a black sleeveless chest with padded metallic green sections with silver highlighting and a black hood which is covering his black hair. Over his nose and mouth is a mask very reminiscent of a Japanese demon mask with curved silver fangs that has the same green and yellow pattering from his attire.
Into the flood again
Same old trip it was back then
So I made a big mistake
Try to see it once my way
Blade makes his way down through the crowd towards the ring. Once he reaches ringside he pushes a security guard out of his chair and stands on it, holding his arms out and taking in the reaction from the crowd before launching himself over the barricade into a roll up to his feet at ringside. He pulls the hood down before sliding into the ring and pulling the mask off, climbing to the second rope, holding out his arms again, before leaping back to the mat and removing his ring jacket
A guitar chord is heard following by a voice “Behold the Kings. The King of Kings.” Lights begin to flicker with the music “on your knees, dog”. At the 0:13 mark, out from the darkness of the tunnel emerges Eoin O’Rourke
and The IIW World Heavyweight Champion The “One Man Dynasty” John Cavanagh in a hooded black robe with green trim, they head down towards the ring accompanied by Johns valet Shannon Riley who is wearing a tight fitting and revealing dress. The two walk to the ring arm and arm while Eoin follow a few steps back, they ignore the fans and Cavanagh trash talks to the camera.
Alice Goldier: Making their way to the ring, at a combine weight at 500lbs, Eoin O’Rourke and The World Heavyweight Champion The One Man Dynasty” John Cavanagh
They reach the ring and Cavanagh walks up the steps, outstretches his hand for his valet who carefully walks up the steel steps. Eoin jumps on the apron with ease and steps into the ring while Cavanagh grabs the middle rope and raises it while simultaneously pushing the bottom rope down with the foot allowing Shannon to easily enter without revealing anything much to the chagrin of the men in the front row. Cavanagh steps into the ring and outstretches his arms as Shannon grabs him from the side. Shannon takes his robe off as Cavanagh helps her out of the ring. Cavanagh and Eoin turn their view to the inside of the ring as he prepares for the match.
The Purge siren plays over the speakers as the lights flicker on and off and then all five members come through the crowd with their masks on and then jump the barricade with bats in their hands. They slowly stalk the ring before jumping in and striking a sinister pose with the bats and wait for the match to begin.
Before the bell could ring, International Champion Joe Montuori walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face. As he walks around the ring he sees one of his challengers for his Title at Explosion Eoin and they have a few words before Joe laughs him off and then eyes The World Champion and points to his Rolex watch that it’s only a matter of time before he comes for The World Championship. Joe then gives a wink before making his way over to the commentary table and takes a seat with Mike Fisher and Scott James.
Scott James: Welcome to the team Champ!
Mike Fisher: Nice to have you but…
Joe: Sorry Mike but the fans don’t want to hear you right now when The best Champion in all of IIW is out here right now.
Scott James: Coming off a great title defense against PG-13 as well.
Joe: That’s correct and now I’m out here to check out this other bum that management wants me to face instead of giving me what I deserve and that is a one-on-one match with John Cavanagh The World Heavyweight Champion! They can make excuses all they like but the fact remains Im the clear threat to his Championship reign, not Blade Alexander and certainly not Crush!
As soon as the name Crush leaves his mouth, Crush jumps over the barricade from a huge pop from the crowd. He waves at Blade and John before joining Joe, Mike, and Scott at the commentary table.
Crush: You know Joe you should worry more about Eoin and less about a Championship your not even in the conversation for.
Crush laughs as he sits back and Joe just looks at him with a cold dead stare but before he can say anything the bell ring
*Bell Rings*
The World Champion John Cavanagh starts things off for his team and so does Bloody Nightmare, they circler each other before locking up and The Champ gains the upper hand as he uses his strength to back Nightmare up in the corner and begins to choke him a little but the referee forces him to break the hold and then The Champ has an argument with him and then turns his attention back to Nightmare but he’s greeted with a poke tot he eye and then Nightmare throws the champ into the corner and hits him with several punches and then a spinning heel kick that has the Champ staggering out of the corner and then Nightmare goes for a vertical suplex but Cav reverses it into a suplex of his own. As Nightmare gets up to one knee and lifts his head up, Cav comes running in with a knee strike to the head and followed by a DDT!
Mike Fisher: Fast action right out the gate!
Joe: Sloppy DDT by the Champ.
Scott James: Yeah he should’ve put some more mustard on that one.
Crush: Just kissing ass I see Scott.
Crush lifts Nightmare back up on his feet and rocks him with a European uppercut and slings him into the corner and follows up with a closeline in the corner and then transitions into a running bulldog. The Champion jumps back and hits an elbow to the back of Nightmare and goes for a quick cover.
One..
Two…
Kickout!
Cav shrugs his shoulders and lifts Nightmare up but while the referee is busy dealing with Lady Purge who gets up on the ramp Nightmare hits a low blow on the Champion and slings Cav into the corner and tags in Two-Face and they immediately double team the Champ with kicks and punches before the referee catches on to whats going on and breaks them up.
Joe: I like these Purge Followers, put the boots to that sorry Champ.
Mike Fisher: Staying classy I see Joe.
Crush: It’s okay Mike, Joe here is just a dick he can’t help it.
Scott James: He’s just calling it how he sees it.
Two-Face drags Cav out of the corner into the middle of the ring and then climbs to the top turnbuckle. He sticks his tongue out at the crowd and then looks for a swantin bomb but Cav gets the knees up and gets back on his feet and makes the quick tag to Eoin who immediately comes in and starts cleaning house as he Knocks Bloody Nightmare off the apron and then headbutts Midnight Murder and takes him off the apron. Blade Alexander takes this moment to shine as he jumps in the ring and bounces off the rope and goes in the direction of Nightmare and Murder. Blade jumps over the ropes and hits a sucide dive out on them.
Mike Fisher: Blade and Eoin are on fire this match!
Joe: They alright!
Scott James: Purge Followers are in trouble right now.
Crush: The Purge aren’t so scary when you punch them in the mouth.
As the action continues the hard cam shoots up to the rafters and zooms in on IIW TV Champion Caleb Scott who watches the action unfold from a bird eyes view.
Mike Fisher: Can’t forget about the interest both The Purge and Caleb Scott have in each other.
Eoin lifts Two-Face up and swings him into the corner and meets him with a closeline and then hammers him with punches to the head. He backs up and then ramps his elbow into the side of his head and as Two-Face stumbles out of the corner Eoin lifts him up on his shoulder and gets a running start before taking him down to the mat. Eoin starts to beat on his chest as he backs up in the corner and measures Two Face up but as he gets ready to take off Blade Alexander tags himself in. Eoin levels Two Face with a thunderous Big Boot and goes for the pin but the referee refuses to count and let’s Eoin know he isn’t the legal man as Blade comes in and goes for the pin himself but a frustrated Eoin pulls him off of him and gets in Blade’s face.
Mike Fisher: I knew this wouldn’t take long before this partnership start to show cracks in the foundation.
Joe: Hell I don’t blame Blade this time around, Eoin probably has bad breath.
Scott James: Definitely looks like a sushi eater.
Crush: Too many egos in one ring right now.
The Champion Cav gets in between them and tries to calm his team down but The Purge Followers take this opportunity to get the advantage as Bloody Nightmare, Two-Face and Midnight Murder jump them from behind. They boot the boots to all three of them before Nightmare and Murder pick up Eoin and Cav and toss them out to the outside.
Mike Fisher: Looks like the argument is about to cost them now.
Joe: That’s what happens when you have John leading a team, what a joke of a Champion.
Crush: Man you need to learn how to shut up damn it!
Joe: How about you make me?
Scott James: Calm down fellas, the action is in the ring.
Eoin gets to his feet and move out of the way as Nightmare and Muder come leaning through the ropes looking to hit a double sucide on him and Cav but Eoin manages to escape and instead spears them from the side and take them out in mid air. Two/Face looks to the outside to check on his team but the distraction gave Blade enough time to set up the Original Sin (Package Piledriver) as he turns around and immediately goes for the pin.
One
Two
Three!!!
*Bell rings*
Alice Goldier: Here are your winners by pinfall, Eoin, Blade and The World Heavyweight Champion John Cavanagh!!!
As Blade celebrates in the ring, Joe Montuori takes his headset off and makes his way towards Eoin. As Joe makes it around the ring towards him, he greets him with a headbutt and launches Eoin into the steel steps and begins to beat him down with punches.
Mike Fisher: I knew this situation was going to break down.
Cav and Blade get ready to exit the ring to help but The Purge Followers uses this opportunity to jump them from behind and stomp them into the ground. The members of the Purge Followers continue their assault until Andy and Trigg of The Celtic Club and along with Jonny FnC come running down the ramp to equal the odds as they slide in the ring and send The Purge Followers flying out of the ring. Trigg and Andy continue to give chase to the Purge Followers while Joe and Eoin fight it out in the crowd.
Mike Fisher: Eoin and Joe are going to war right now before Explosion but they have to remember that Max Stone will be the wild card now in their match up.
Johnny FnC gets met by Fred and Bam as they blindside him by ringside and put the boots to him together before Bam breaks off letting Fred take the fight to Jonny. Bam walks up the steel steps with a steel chair in hand. He smacks it against the mat as he gets inside and measures up Cav and Blade as they make it to their feet but as he gets ready to swing……. CRUSH garbs the chair out of his hand and gets Bam in the gut and levels him with a The Bone Crusher (Spear)!!!
Mike Fisher: Crush just saved his two opponents at Explosion.
Scott James: I guess Crush wants them fresh and no excuses if he ends up becoming Champion.
John Cavanagh picks up his IIW World Heavyweight Championship and looks at it with so much passion before turning his gaze toward Blade Alexander and Crush. He then lifts the Championship high up in the air in front of them.
Mike Fisher: That’s what’s it’s all about, the biggest prize and most prestigious Championship in our company and these three warriors will go to war at Explosion for the right to call themselves Champion!
Shaun Hart makes his exit through the parking lot as his custom gold Hollywood limousine pulls up. As the driver comes to get his door for him, a familiar face comes walking up to Shaun Hart.
Agent Beck: Leaving so soon Mr.Hart?
Shaun looks annoyed.
Shaun Hart: Not at all, I’m just a busy man these days and have all types of business to deal with but I hope your investigation went well tonight.
Agent Beck nods.
Agent Beck: Well, it didn’t got as I envisioned but I did walk away with numerous suspects that I believe have motives…. Some more than others.
Agent Beck eyes Shaun Hart.
Shaun Hart: Well that’s just grand and I wish you good luck in your investigation and if you have anymore questions, you can speak to my lawyer.
Shaun gives Agent Beck his lawyers card with a wink and begins to slip into the limousine but Agent Beck says something that catches Shaun’s attention.
Agent Beck: You should know Osh’s body was never recovered from the wreckage, they stripped that limousine down to the engine and found no traces of him, as far as the official report goes, we believe Osh was disintegrated from the explosion but very hard to believe.
Agent Beck walks off with a smirk as he puts his shades on and takes his leave.
Shaun Hart: No body, no body, no body?!!!
Shaun Hart pulls out his cell phone and enters the limousine with a panicked look on his face as the scene comes to an end.
