Thursday Night Inferno, Episode #3 [December 10th]
Dec 10, 2020 19:55:08 GMT -5
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Washington: Lighting the fire tonight, ladies and gentlemen, our inaugural FIRESIDE World Champion, Misha Constantine!
Misha steps out to what could generously be called a mixed response, and more accurately 90% booing. He registers no response to the reception as he walks across the stage to the ceremonial fire bowl, the FIRESIDE World Championship belt strapped around his waist.
Misha Constantine: In the ancient myths, it is said Prometheus stole the secret of fire from the gods. For this affront, he was chained to rocks and doomed to have his liver eaten by an eagle, his body healing every day so that his torment could continue eternally. There's a lesson to be learned there: do not fuck with the gods.
The self-proclaimed Self-Made God smirks as the fans' jeers return, louder than before. He waits for them to subside before continuing.
Misha Constantine: Whether you like me or not, there are two things that are undeniable: my talent, and my status as the number one wrestler in this company. I have taken my place at the top of the mountain, and though the rest of the roster may try to climb up after me, they will never reach my heights. Still, in their futile efforts to match me, they will ensure that FIRESIDE is acknowledge as the true burning beacon of talent in the XHF. That is the fire that I gift you, for mine shall never be stolen. Any who try will find their fate makes Prometheus' pale in comparison.
Speech made, he pulls a pack of matches from his jacket pocket, lighting one and tossing it into the bowl, which ignites.
Wright: Bold and determined words from our FIRESIDE World Champion Misha Constantine as we welcome you tonight! I'm Oliver Wright, alongside UnJoo Park and tonight we have major matches impacting our next PPV, Good Riddance 2020: We Didn't Start the Fire!
Park: Esmur from the Nihilists looks to go solo and earn his way into the Number One Contendership Match against Dinosaur Bones at the event, but newcomer Vodka Fizz looks to shock the world and pick up his first win in a major way!
Wright: DINOSAUR Bones looks to keep that match as a one-on-one encounter, going against London's favorite bastard in Hayden Callahan! If Hayden wins or survives the Five Minute Challenge, he's in!
Park: And Derrick Lancaster looks to defend his XHF Junior Heavyweight Championship against MYOJIN! Those two did not mince their words, that should be a war!
Wright: PLUS we have announcements tonight from Jonnie Valentine and 'Devilish' Donny Deville! I'm told Deville will be picking his new partner after injuring Joe Nobody at Blaze of Glory, and you don't want to miss that!
Park: And finally, our champion Misha Constantine meets his challenger, Mistress Discipline, to sign the contract for Last Wrestler Standing at Good Riddance!
Wright: Our owner Anthony Caffrey will be overseeing that, and rumor has it he has a few words for the ReVenants and SKY Force before their ladder match!
Park: Let's get--
The camera feed suddenly and mysteriously cuts to a darkened room backstage. It is nearly pitch black.
Esmur: Breathe in...
Gebin: ...breathe out.
The former XHF Tag Team Champions have concentrated their breathing to precise measures.
Gebin: Impurities in...
Esmur: ...clarity out.
Wright: We’ve got a feed of the Nihilists doing some meditation ahead of Esmur's big match against the debuting Vodka Fizz!
Park: I've been waiting all day, and I wouldn't be surprised if these two had been meditating all day on it! That match is next!
Washington: The following contest is a Battle for Entry to the FIRESIDE World Championship Number One Contendership Match! Whoever wins this match will fight for contendership at Good Riddance 2020!
Wright: We’re opening tonight with a huge opportunity for one of these two men!
Park: The FIRESIDE World Championship sits around the arm of Misha Constantine, and everyone wants a piece!
Washington: Introducing first, making his FIRESIDE debut, from Daytona Beach, Florida, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is VODKAAAAAAAA FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIZZZ!
The lights go down and blacklights come up, bathing the stage in purple. A hard, grungy bassline starts to play.
'Hey, turn the bass up. Turn the bass up!'
The base gets louder and grungier, and the lyrics come in as Vodka Fizz drives out on stage in a golf cart retrofitted with huge speakers that are playing his music. He is dressed in a full-length white fur coat, white shutter glasses, and an over-the-top white top hat, and as he drives the golf cart down the ramp he toasts fans with a yard-long cocktail flask hung around his neck full of some florescent liquid he drinks from as he drives down the ramp..
When he gets to ringside, he drapes the fur coat over the seat of the golf cart and removes the top hat, keeping the shades on. he climbs up on the apron, turning to face the crowd and chugging the remnants of his large drink, finally striking a pose and spraying a mouthful of whatever it is up into the air and letting it rain over him. He grins and winks at the camera, then rolls backwards over the ropes into the ring.
Wright: Quite the entrance from FIRESIDE’s newest signing, Vodka Fizz!
Park: The self-proclaimed beach-dwelling club rat party machine is making his debut in a big way! In just three matches, he could end up world champion!
Wright: The first challenge in his way certainly is no joke, though!
Washington: And his opponent, from Saint Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 205 pounds, he is ESSSSSSSSMUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRR!
The arena dims down to pitch blackness. Two male voices are heard:
“EMBRACE … ETERNITY”
The new video package for the reborn Nihilists plays. "Saviour of Nothing" by Disturbed begins to play and a single blue spotlight illuminates the stage. On the stage standing back to back facing either side of the arena are Esmur and Gebin, the Arbiters. The camera zooms right up from the ramp to their masked faces as they slowly turn to look at it. They tear off the masks and drop them at their feet. They then walk past the camera and out of frame as it zooms out. The two men mean business as they quickly walk to the ring and slide under the bottom rope. The push to their feet and step to the center of the ring as the spotlight turns slowly from blue to pink to white. The two men remain back to back facing the two sides of the crowd left and right of the entryway. Gebin exits the ring and Esmur waits for his match.
Wright: Are you embracing eternity with Esmur, one half of the Nihilists striking out on his own and attempting to capture the FIRESIDE World Championship?
Park: It’s a big opportunity, but he’s wrestled solo before and shown to be capable of wrestling as his own man. I’m sure he’s looking forward to harnessing the light and dark to move forward as a singles competitor tonight.
The bell rings, and the match is on. Before Vodka Fizz can move forward on his opponent, Esmur raises a hand to signal for Vodka to stop. Vodka does so, and as a sign of respect for his opponent, Esmur removes the mask and hands it down to Gebin.
Wright: These masks are important to the Nihilists, and a sign of respect from Esmur as he sheds his right as the bell rings!
Park: Maybe it’s a sign of the technician looking to establish himself as a solo competitor?
Fizz nods and waits for Esmur to turn back around, and the two men immediately grapple into a test of strength. The two are almost the same size, but Fizz’s height and strength advantage allow him to get the upper hand on the experienced submission artist through the use of brute force. Fizz sends Esmur bouncing off the ropes, and Fizz goes low at first which Esmur easily jumps over, only to be caught in a schoolboy on the return! The cover and the count!
...ONE…
Esmur kicks out!
Wright: Vodka Fizz almost catching the former XHF Tag Team Champion off guard!
Park: What a way to make his debut that would have been!
Esmur gets back up and gives a playful laugh at the newer competitor getting one over on him as he grabs Fizz and twists his arm, locking him in a standing armbar and wrenching on it to apply added pressure. Fizz responds by yanking his arm back, pulling Esmur into a hard-hitting lariat. The sound of flesh colliding rings out through the Philadelphian arena.
Wright: Esmur has the technical abilities, but Fizz is matching him with raw strength!
Park: Those days working out and partying in the club are turning out to be really useful for the newcomer.
Vodka builds up some speed, bouncing off of the ropes before crashing back down onto Esmur with a standing senton! He pins both shoulders down to the mat.
...ONE…
..T-Esmur kicks out!
As Esmur pops his head back up, Fizz fires off a low kick, but Esmur manages to bend backward and avoid the boot! From the seated position, Esmur grabs Fizz’s next kick attempt and flings him down to the mat with a dragon screw! Keeping the leg in his possession, Esmur steps through Fizz’s legs and twists him onto his stomach, locking in a sharpshooter!
Wright: Esmur takes the upper hand, demonstrating his technical knowledge and taking the newcomer’s leg as a prize!
Park: Can you imagine Esmur locking one of these submissions on DINOSAUR BONES or Hayden Callahan? It should be mentioned, the winner of this match gets to fight one or both of them at Good Riddance 2020!
Wright: Those two will do battle in our next match of the evening -- and Fizz has grabbed the ropes, forcing a break!
Vodka Fizz grabs the rope and holds onto it like he’s in the middle of crushing a Red Bull while Esmur keeps the hold applied for a few seconds and then releases it. Esmur is a little less amused at Fizz getting out of his hold, mentally blaming the decision to lock it in so close to the ropes. He pulls Fizz by the leg and goes to lock it in again, but Fizz grabs him while still on the mat and locks on a front sleeper!
Wright: Fizz fighting from the defensive, trying to choke out his opponent!
Park: It’s a sleeper, not a choke, and you can see that Esmur wasn’t expecting it!
Fizz not only keeps the hold applied, but manages to use his strength to roll Esmur and keep him away from the ropes. The hold turns into something more resembling a classic chinlock, and Esmur simply isn’t having that, taking his opponent’s leg once again and trying to lock in a knee bar from the mat, but Fizz responds by driving a hard knee directly into the St. Louis’ native face! He goes for the cover!
...ONE…
...TW-Esmur kicks out!
Wright: Just a hard knee from Vodka, one of those that I imagine will leave you with a hangover-esque headache the next day!
Park: I’ve been in both situations Oliver, and I’d rather take the hangover!
Fans are beginning to take notice of the newcomer, cheering for his hard-hitting strength-based offense. He gives them a nod, knowing he has to stay on Esmur or the sometimes-masked man will make him pay dearly. Vodka Fizz lifts Esmur back up to his feet, looking for an inverted powerslam, but the technician manages to wiggle his way out of Fizz’s grasp, and jumps up and catches him with a reverse bulldog!
Wright: Fade Out! Esmur slipped out of Fizz’s grasp and made him pay dearly!
Park: This could be it right here!
...ONE…
...TWO…
...Vodka Fizz gets a shoulder up!
Wright: Fizz survives, and the longer this goes, the more you can see the frustration building in Esmur!
Park: He may have underestimated the newcomer, who honestly is putting up more of a fight than I anticipated as well!
Esmur takes advantage of his momentum and hooks Vodka’s legs before leaning backward, locking his hands and applying the Twisted Belief! Vodka Fizz screams out in pain as the Indian deathlock is fully applied!
Wright: Twisted Belief! Esmur’s in the driver’s seat now!
Park: It’s going to be hard for Fizz to overcome this hold and take back the momentum! This might be it for the rookie!
Vodka Fizz is in a world of pain as he’s trapped in the Nihilist's hold. He looks for a way out and struggles to find it, his peripheral view cut off by the submission. He tries to press himself up and reach an arm out, but his arms are a little short to get a ropebreak with God as he’s a distance away from the ropes. He reaches his arm up as the crowd’s volume picks up, believing he’s about to tap…
Wright: This could be it right here!
Park: Fizz might be toast! I don’t know if he can keep going!
...but he hangs on, shouting “No!” at the referee who asks if he’s going to submit. His eyes go to the most natural idea of escaping the hold, and as someone whose lips have touched the toe in Yukon, he bites Esmur’s fingers as hard as he can to free himself from the hold! Esmur lets out a forceful yell as he’s forced to let go of the hold! The referee wants Fizz, but he’s managed to escape!
Wright: OH! Fizz gets a little dirty but he gets himself out of the Twisted Belief!
Park: He’s got a stomach for all kinds of alcohol, I don’t know if ‘human flesh’ is on that list though!
Esmur angrily shakes out his now-bleeding hand and retreats to the corner as the crowd starts willing Vodka Fizz back into the contest, excited by his innovative counter. Esmur finishes shaking out his hand only to be caught by Vodka springboarding off of the ropes and catching him with a stunner!
Wright: Fizz calls that the Uno Mas!
Park: And he’s rolling right over into a crossface chickenwing!
Wright: That’s Hair of the Dog That Bit Ya! The rookie has the former XHF Tag Team Champion locked in the crossface chickenwing in the center of the ring and this might be it!
Fizz screams at Esmur to tap out as the technician sees the world begin to fade to black from the chickenwing hold. He tries to drive his head down, but Fizz’s grasp is locked tight and he doesn’t plan on letting go any time soon. The crowd’s cheering gets louder as the technician tries to move himself to the ropes for freedom, but he’s too far away to reach out and grab it with his arm! As his unmasked face turns a brighter red, you can sense the anger in the former champion!
Wright: Vodka Fizz is this close from booking himself in the match of a lifetime at Good Riddance 2020!
Park: Esmur’s fading fast!
Esmur reaches out again… and nothing! He still can’t find the ropes with his hand, and so he reaches out one more time… and finds the rope with his foot! The referee forces Vodka Fizz to relinquish the hold and he does so. Esmur leans on the ropes, coughing for air and looking visibly frustrated by the newcomer’s offensive assault.
Wright: Esmur escapes, but at what cost?
Park: Vodka Fizz has shown up and shown out tonight, and he’s got Esmur on the ropes here!
Vodka Fizz knows he’s close and gestures for Esmur to come at him one more time. Esmur obliges, only to get kicked in the stomach! Fizz hooks both arms, preparing to drive him into the mat with the Mind Eraser…
Wright: Mind Eraser!
...only for Esmur to spin out, pulling Fizz by the arm and jumping and launching a Riott kick straight into his face! Fizz goes down hard, but before he even knows what hit him, Esmur has sat him up only to knock him back down with a kinshasa!
Wright: Clarity! Esmur may have just knocked out the rookie!
Park: It was going so well for Fizz, but he might be on dream street right now!
A pissed off Esmur doesn’t go for the pin, knowing he has to seal the victory right here and now or else Fizz will come back on him. He climbs up to the top turnbuckle with furious speed and leaps off, performing a front flip and crashing down onto Fizz!
Wright: The Void! Esmur put some extra oomph on that flip tonight!
Park: Fizz brought his ‘A game’ but that might be enough to fail out! The cover and the count!
Esmur hooks both legs!
....ONE…
...TWO…
...THREE!
Washington: Here is your winner, advancing to the FIRESIDE Number One Contenders’ Match at Good Riddance 2020, ESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSMUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRR!
Wright: What a match for both competitors!
Park: These two went and put on a hell of a match to open the show tonight, but in the end the technician managed to outlast Fizz’s power!
Wright: A big win for Esmur as he solidifies his spot in the number one contendership match, and we’re about to see up next if Dinosaur Bones can keep that match a solo contest, or if Callahan will join and make it a three-way!
Esmur has his hand raised by the referee. He looks over at Fizz, pondering something, before rolling out of the ring and moving on. Gebin congratulates him on the outside, his mask having been shed somewhere during the process of cheering for his partner.
Park: But before we move on, we have to talk about Vodka Fizz! What a showing from the newcomer!
Wright: Caffrey and Washington only sign good ones, and tonight is no different! I’m excited to see what he can do going forward!
Vodka Fizz pulls himself back up. He looks disappointed in the loss, but he’ll be ready for the next one.
Hideki Naganuma’s “Teknopathetic” plays over the PA. Donny comes out of the back with a cartwheel into a front flip and lands in the modern super hero pose looking out at the crowd. Both tag titles are draped over his shoulders. He nods to them briefly before springing forth and flipping his way down the ramp, each one adding more twists than the last, finally landing perfectly. He pulls the ropes down and uses them to launch himself on top before moonsaulting off of them, again landing in that hero pose. He stands up and drinks in the moment as he holds both titles. He then is handed a mic.
Donny: I am the tag team champions! That’s right, I’m the best, I may not have brought America home gold from the olympics but I did bring home these! The controversy I’m here to address is that frankly, there is no controversy. I don’t need anybody to defend these belts. I didn’t need that deserter. I will gladly hold both of these titles and face any and all comers. Because let’s face it, not a single person in that locker room can hold a candle to me. Not a single, solitary wrestler on the Fireside roster could keep up with me. Hell, there is no one powerful enough in the entire XHF Network who could possi--
Suddenly, Donny is cut off by the big screen lighting up!
Wright: Holy shit! It's the President of these United States! President Kanyon is #FIRESIDEAF!
Park: Now you're using the hashtags! What a name for Deville to pick as his partner!
President Curtis D. Kanyon emerges from the curtain shortly after his name appears on screen. He's got a sledgehammer slung his shoulder. Curtis pounds his chest with his free fist, then raises the hammer in the air. He walks down to the ring, pointing to the fans with his hammer. Curtis makes his way down to the ring and places the hammer next to the steps. He rolls into the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. He shouts at the fans and pounds his chest again. He points to the crowd and yells "BANG!" He then jumps down and looks at Donny. President Kanyon has a big smirk on his face as he takes a look at one belt, then over at the other. The ring announcer hands him a mic.
Kanyon: A little birdie told me you were missing a tag team partner. Actually, a lot of birdies. My socials blew up. I read all the messages, because, I don’t know if you heard, but I’m out of a job in about a month. But this was an opportunity too good to pass up. Because if there’s one thing I know almost as well as being President, it’s...well, being an X*Crown champion. But is there is one thing I know almost as well as that...it’s being a world champion. Buuuuut, if there is one thing I know almost as well as all those other things, it’s being a tag team champion. I’ve been an amazing tag team champion more times than I can count. And I’ve had my eye on you kid. A lot of people say you’re cocky, and that speech just before I came out definitely sounds that way. But there’s something people on our level don’t seem to understand, it’s not being cocky when you can back it up. And you my friend, can back it up. There is no doubt you are going places. But I think with a mind like mine behind you, you’re going to get there faster. So… you have a belt that needs an owner… I need something to do to get back in the game. What do you say?
Curtis holds his hand out.
Donny: This is rare, I’m never wrong… but I’m big enough to admit that I was today. Turns out there's one person powerful enough to be my partner… Mr. President.
Donny gives his hand to Curtis and they shake on it!
Washington: Ladies and gentlemen, the new FIRESIDE Tag Team Champions, the team of 'Devilish' Donny Deville... and PRESSSIDENT CURTISSSSSSSSSSSSS KANYYYYYYOOOOOOOOON!
Wright: Whoah! This turns FIRESIDE's tag team division on its head! The President is a wrestling legend, and now he's here in FIRESIDE!
Park: I look forward to him BANGing through the competition real soon -- the new champions have a big Tornado Tag match against PowerDriver at Good Riddance!
Wright: I can't wait for that one!
Washington: The following contest is the Five Minute Challenge! Defeat or survive Dinosaur Bones for five minutes and win! Tonight, if Hayden Callahan pins, submits, or survives Dinosaur Bones, he will be added to the #1 Contendership Match for the FIRESIDE World Championship at Good Riddance 2020!
Wright: Big stakes for Callahan tonight!
Park: Did you see the fire these two were spitting at each other? I’m looking forward to a five-minute war!
Washington: Introducing first, the man himself, he is ‘The Dread Lord’, from La Brea Tar Pits, Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 320 pounds, he is DINOOOSAAAAAUUUUUUR BOOOOOOOOOONEEEEEESSS!
Light piano music sets a sophisticated tone as a single classy spotlights moves up to the entrance curtains. All attention turns to the stage, as the crowd wonders who this reserved entrance is for-
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wright: Shit! Gets me every time.
Park: He was announced...
The camera pans away from the entrance, following the bloodcurdling screams into the crowd. A section of the audience has started to panic, fleeing from the source of the disturbance. Anyone who doesn't backpedal fast enough is knocked through the air as that prehistoric menace rampages through the audience towards the ring. There has to be a precedent for this vicious fan treatment. Japan. The George Clinton cover of "Walk the Dinosaur" pumps over the PA system, to add an extra level of warning for those damned souls with seats between The Dread Lord and the ring.
Wright: Dinosaur Bones looking to stomp out another five minutes challenger, extending his streak in these challenges to 3-0!
Park: He was announced...
Washington: And tonight’s challenger: he is ‘London’s Greatest Villain’, hailing from London, England and weighing in at 210 pounds, he is HAAAAYYYYYYDEEENNNN CALLLLLLAHAAAAAAAAAAN!
Bad Reputation" by Adelitas Way begins to play through the PA System as all the lights don a golden shade as the circulate around the stage area.
I like to live a little
I like to drink a little
I like to smoke a little
I like the rush a little
Misunderstood a little
We're all the same a little
Some where just born to be bad
That's when the man himself appears as he comes through the curtain, pausing at the top of the stage with an evilish smirk on his face whilst he looks out to the vast majority of fans in the building booing him. He just soaks it all in before making his way down to the ring. Hayden slides onto the ring apron and looks out to the crowd, flipping both middle fingers out to the many that boo him.
Wright: Not a warm returning welcome for Callahan!
Park: The Bastard is back tonight after Dinosaur Bones took him out after a competitive bout against MYOJIN. He looks ready to get some revenge!
And I got it bad, bad, bad
Don't tell me what I should do or say
'Cause I want to do it my own way
I don't give a fuck what you think, what you say
I got a bad reputation
I got it bad, bad, bad
I got a bad reputation
And I got it bad, bad, bad
He enters the ring through the middle ropes and stands in the middle of the ring, a singular golden spotlight shining down on Hayden as one finger is raised and his head is lowered. Hayden looks back up at the heated crowd and just smiles before heading into his corner.
Wright: Five minutes tonight between these two. If Callahan can win or survive, he’s into the Number One Contendership match, making it a triple threat between himself, Bones, and Esmur who defeated Vodka Fizz earlier in the night.
Park: I see fierce looks in both of them! There’s the bell, here we go!
Hayden Callahan immediately gets behind Dinosaur Bones, locking his arms behind him and trying to fire off the Lucid Dreams, but the unrecognized SWAT Ultimate Champion strikes with a headbutt to free himself! Bones follows up with a shoulder block, knocking Callahan to the mat!
Wright: Callahan looking to end it early, but Bones had other plans!
Park: Callahan’s a smart guy, he knows he’s working against the clock and the monster!
Dinosaur Bones bounces off the ropes looking for a splash, but Callahan gets his knees up! The beast rolls around on the mat, and right as he’s starting to getting up, gets absolutely nailed with a shining wizard!
Wright: Dying Light! Callahan got him!
Park: This could be it right here!
He covers!
...ONE…
...TWO…
...Bones kicks out!
Wright: Whoah! Only 90 seconds have come off the clock and Bones might be on the ropes!
Park: We’re seeing a motivated and fired up Callahan tonight!
Callahan waves off the booing crowd, focused up on wrecking the dinosaur. He waits in the corner, checking on the clock, before rushing in again on Bones, only to be met with a forceful Samoan Drop! The ring shakes on impact as the two men hit the mat! With Callahan down, Bones begins stomping away on him with authority!
Wright: We knew questioning the origins of Dino Bones might have been a mistake for Callahan, and those stomps prove it!
Park: Hayden’s gotta get his hands up or he might end up missing teeth!
Wright: A little less than half of the timer left, can Hayden survive?
Hayden manages to crawl to the ropes, forcing the referee to hold back the monster. Hayden shakes some sense back into himself and checks the clock before slinking over and exposing one of the turnbuckles, determined to use it as a tag team partner to help beat Bones. Once on his feet, he steps back from a tail swing and grabs Bones, whipping him into the turnbuckle, but Bones gets a massive foot up on the middle turnbuckle! to prevent himself from crashing into it! A frustrated Callahan grabs Bones and locks him into a hammerlock, then drives him into the mat with a rolling cutter! The crowd boos loudly!
Wright: Just over a minute remaining and Callahan strikes with Dead by Daylight!
Park: We could have a new entrant into the Number One Contendership Match!
He hooks the leg!
...ONE…
...TWO…
…THR- Dinosaur Bones’ tail is on the ropes!
Wright: He got ‘em- NO! Bones’ tail is on the ropes!
Park: Oh I can hear Callahan fuming from here!
Callahan gets up and starts screaming at the referee about Dinosaur Bones’ tail! He shoves the referee in frustration!
Wright: Whoah whoah, you can’t lay hands on an official!
Park: He’s pissed and the ref isn’t having it!
The referee shoves back! Callahan stumbles backward, right into a bicycle kick from Dinosaur Bones!
Wright: Crescent Moon Memories!
Park: Not this way! No!
Bones covers, and the ref counts!
...ONE…
TWO...THREE!
The bell rings!
Washington: Here is your winner, DINOSAAAAAAUUUUR BONESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
Park: No! Callahan got screwed there!
Wright: He laid his hands on the referee, he’s lucky he’s not disqualified!
Dinosaur Bones has one of his arms raised in victory. He lets out another terrifying scream, scaring the crowd.
Wright: Jesus!
Park: Dinosaur Bones fought off an all-systems-go assault tonight from Callahan, demonstrating his power and force to take home a big victory!
Wright: With this win, he’ll be going one-on-one with Esmur at Good Riddance 2020, with the winner receiving the first FIRESIDE World Championship match of the year!
Park: The power of Bones vs. the technical wizardry of Esmur! I’m looking forward to that one!
Callahan has gotten back to his feet. He screams at the referee, who has made it his goal to get the hell out of dodge as the camera cuts.
Washington: The following is an XHF Junior Heavyweight Championship Match, and it is scheduled for One Fall!
Wright: A mammoth title match for this free episode of Inferno, can Derrick Lancaster build on his reign and take down the Shining Star?
Park: A tough challenge indeed for both men!
Washington: Introducing first, the challenger, coming to us from San Diego, California, weighing in at 185 pounds, he is ‘The Shining Star’, he is MYOOOOOOOJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNN!
The lights dim down as the slow synth intro of Blinding Lights begins as a spotlight suddenly appears on a figure on the ramp, with his back turned and begins kneeling. Once the beat finally kicks in, MYOJIN explodes with energy- wearing a masquerade-style mask over his eyes, and turns around with a confident smile on his face, raising his arms to soak in the positive reaction from everyone around.
Ooh, Aphrodite
Ooh, I wrote your constellation into the sky
S-s-suns at night
With his blonde locks hanging over his face. He then whips his head back, flipping his hair out of his face before excitedly running down the ring before performing a cartwheel and a jump, landing on his feet near ringside!
We're out late, at 4 AM
He says, "how's the weather, baby?
How you've been?"
You're gonna get sick, you don't know when
They never doubt it at 4 AM
We're out late at 4 AM
He says, "how's the weather, baby?
How you've been?"
You're gonna get sick, you don't know when
They never doubt it at 4 AM
Wright: MYJOIN spoke up about how he would like to lead a division of workhorses, and is always striving to become the best at what he does.
Park: Well the work never stops for the Junior Heavyweight Champion, whoever wins tonight has to travel south to fight Al Jabroni at NLW’s Ascendancy towards the end of the month! Do you know what NLW stands for, Oliver?
Wright: It’s Next Level Wrestling, UnJoo. They just had the X-Crown Champion fight on their show, of course I know.
Park: Now if only Dylan wasn’t scared of FIRESIDE!
Wright: Oh don’t start thi--
Park: #DylanScaredofFIRESIDE!
Wright: Did you just say ‘hashtag’? That’s not how that works. You’ve been spending too much time talking to Caffrey.
He climbs up to the apron, grabs a hold of the top rope, and slingshots himself into the ring. MYOJIN performs a somersault roll, landing on his side with a hand on his hip. The other, taking off his mask to reveal his piercing blue eye contacts. He tosses it aside nonchalantly before climbing up the top turnbuckle, tilting his head upward as if he’s looking toward the sky- while the lights mimic stars above. He backflips off, back onto his feet while taking off his flamboyant coat and moving to his corner. The lights go back to normal as he checks his wrist tape. His charismatic smile fading to a more focused expression as he paces back and forth, ready for action.
Washington: And his opponent, he is the reigning XHF Junior Heavyweight Champion, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 205 pounds, he is DERRIIIIIIIIICKKKK LAAAAAANNNCASSSSSSSSTEEEEERRR!
He smoothly walks out and stops after taking a few steps. Looking out at the crowd, he raises both arms up while nodding as if to say "Yup, take it in. I have arrived."
Wright: Back to the match at hand here, Lancaster defeated the first champion, Jimmy Vanguard, to capture the championship and is looking to build on his reign here.
Park: I don’t want to know where he acquired the buckets of blood he used when he spoke last week. Creepy!
He then bolts the rest of the way to the ring, sliding into it headfirst. After clearing the ropes he kips back onto his feet springing off his hands, then immediately jumps forward into a handstand; he does this with one arm behind his back. He hands the championship off to the referee, who stands between both men and raises the title high. The bell rings shortly thereafter.
Wright: There’s the bell, this XHF Junior Heavyweight Championship match is on!
Park: Best of luck to both competitors!
MYOJIN begins the match by rolling forward in an attempt to catch the champion off-guard, but Derrick Lancaster stands his ground and waits for MYOJIN to pop back up, taking the time to fire off a hard knife-edge chop. The crowd exclaims appropriately as these chops are loud and coming from a champion determined to keep the gold in their possession. After the third punishing chest-chop, Derrick grabs his challenger and throws him into the turnbuckles. The crowd prepares for a flashy maneuver, but Derrick quiets them down by landing a hard right and proceeding to stomp a mudhole into MYOJIN in the corner.
Wright: This is smart from the champion, I got to speak with him before the match tonight and he said he’s looking to keep MYOJIN grounded and get in his head!
Park: So far it’s working for him. We’ll see if he can keep it up.
Derrick Lancaster finally concludes his stomping session when the referee raises his count all the way to four. The crowd boos the champion even as he steps back, unhappy with the dirty tactics. MYOJIN pulls himself up with the assistance of the ropes, shaking off the cobwebs. Lancaster charges in for a running clothesline, and MYOJIN quickly uses the ropes to scoot under the clothesline and duck out to the ring apron, where he grabs Lancaster’s legs and traps him in a tarantula hold!
Wright: A tarantula from MYOJIN! This move hurts all over!
Park: One of my favorites from my time wrestling, you can only keep it until a count of five but it certainly inflicts a lot of punishment in a short time!
MYOJIN keeps the hold locked in with a bit of a cocky smile as he inflicts suffering on his opponent Lancaster, who screams out in pain. Unlike his opponent, he only keeps the hold up until the count of three, releasing Lancaster and letting him drop down to the mat. The high-flier wastes no motion in scaling the turnbuckles, waiting for Lancaster to come back up to his feet and springboarding off the ropes, crashing down onto him with a crossbody, but the champion rolls through! Lancaster delivers a brutal backbreaker, dropping MYOJIN across his raised knee with a bit of extra force!
Wright: Neither man in this match seems to be able to string together an offensive set in the early-going, both men fighting with everything they have!
Park: That’s the spirit of a champion, which both competitors are demonstrating here tonight!
The XHF Junior Heavyweight Champion sits up his challenger and wraps his arm around his throat, seeking to cut off circulation and restrict MYOJIN’s breathing. MYOJIN reaches out towards the ropes but is clearly a good distance away from them, unable to grab them with his hands or his feet. He works on getting the champion to loosen his grasp, but Lancaster has the hold locked in and doesn’t look willing to let go anytime soon. MYOJIN begins slamming his own leg into the mat over and over, attempting to rally the crowd to get behind him and get him back into this match. Slowly but surely, the tide of the crowd begins to turn from booing Lancaster to cheering for the challenger right as MYOJIN puts a foot down and uses it to press himself back up. He fires an elbow into Lancaster’s stomach once, then again, and has finally broken the hold!
Wright: MYOJIN getting the support of the crowd here and manages to break free of the chinlock!
Park: I don’t know if you can keep a fighter like MYOJIN grounded, he wants this just as bad as anyone else, maybe even more!
MYOJIN goes to bounce off the ropes, but Lancaster is right behind him, dropkicking him through the ropes and sending both competitors to the floor!
Wright: Right as MYOJIN builds the momentum, Lancaster steals it right back!
Park: Both wrestlers landed hard on the outside, and now the referee is beginning his count!
...ONE…
Both wrestlers stay down for the first of the count, both having made hard ‘thuds’ on the outside. The referee double-checks that both men are okay to compete, then resumes his count.
...TWO…
Derrick Lancaster is the first to get himself back onto his feet. He seeks out his opponent and an evil look glazes over his eyes as he drags his opponent towards the ring steps, then positions MYOJIN’s torso and head against the cold steel. He backs up and the crowd instinctively starts booing, realizing that this could go very badly for the Shining Star.
...THREE…
Wright: What’s he got planned here?
Park: Whatever it is, it doesn’t look good for MYOJIN!
Lancaster charges in, raising a knee to drive into MYOJIN’s face, but MYOJIN rolls out of the way at the last possible moment, causing Lancaster’s knee and ankle to smash into the steel steps!
Wright: Oh no! No one home for Lancaster, smacking into the steel steps!
Park: A high-risk move for Derrick that didn’t quite go his way!
Wright: You can say that again!
...FOUR...
MYOJIN is still on the ground. Demonstrating a quantity of swagger, MYJOIN remains there and poses like a French girl, sending the crowd into a flurry of cheers.
Wright: Shades of Caffrey there as MYOJIN borrows a pose from his playbook!
Park: He mentioned him when he spoke last week, and you can see what the owner saw in him!
...FIVE…
MYOJIN scoops the champion off of the ground, and the camera captures that Lancaster’s kneecap is actively gushing blood. A replay verifies that his kneecap caught the exact edge of the steps!
Wright: A nasty self-inflicted wound for Lancaster!
Park: You say that like MYOJIN didn’t expertly roll out of the way! The speed of the Shining Star kept him from ending up concussed and in the hospital!
...SIX…
MYOJIN rolls Lancaster into the ring, quickly hooking the leg for the pin!
...ONE…
...TWO…
Lancaster gets a shoulder up!
Wright: Only a two count for the challenger, but you get a sense that he’s going to be a shark in the water with that bloody knee!
Park: If MYOJIN locks on Orion with Lancaster’s leg in that shape, that might be the end of the champion!
MYOJIN grabs Lancaster’s leg and drags him by it, pulling him across the ring and ultimately settling with leaving it hanging out over the apron. MYOJIN takes a look at the ropes and smiles towards the crowd... before using the ropes to project himself over the top, driving an elbow down into Lancaster’s knee as he lands!
Wright: Adding a little insult to injury with that innovative elbow drop!
Park: After withstanding an early onslaught, MYOJIN is in the driver’s seat here and he knows it!
The challenger slides back into the ring and looks for his next opportunity to do damage, and the roles have been reversed as he’s now the one looking to keep Lancaster on the mat. MYOJIN gets low to the ground and sits next to Lancaster, pulling back on the injured leg and pulling it against his foot, locking in a calf crusher!
Wright: Calf crusher from MYOJIN! Things are not looking good for the champion!
Park: He’s so close to the ropes if he can just reach out!
Derrick Lancaster realizes he’s in a world of hurt and does his best to survey his options in between bouts of screaming out in pain. He tries to swing his other leg into MYOJIN to get him to break the hold, but MYOJIN sustains the submission and won’t budge. Lancaster reaches his arm up and discovers that he is fingertips away from the sweet relief of the ropes, and he stretches out… only to catch the rope break by a finger!
Wright: Lancaster finds the ropes and stays alive in this match!
Park: But the damage has certainly been done! Lancaster needs a big move to get back into this one!
MYOJIN keeps the hold applied a few seconds longer to really stick it to the champion before finally releasing the hold and satisfying the referee’s disapproval. The crowd pops for the Shining Star, and the challenger can feel the momentum on his side. He leaves the ring to move out onto the ring apron, and then begins climbing to the top rope. He positions himself up top and takes a deep breath, turning around to face away from Lancaster as the crowd gets louder in anticipation for Falling from Heaven!
Wright: If MYOJIN hits this 450 splash, this one’s over!
Park: We could be seeing a new XHF Junior Heavyweight Champion right here!
MYOJIN goes to leap… but before he can get the move off, Lancaster runs over and delivers a hard shove, sending MYOJIN crashing into the barricade down to the outside of the ring! The crowd boos furiously as the champion leans against the ropes with his own smile on his face, clearly in a lot of pain but thrilled to get back into the contest!
Wright: An absolutely brutal landing for MYOJIN! Did you see how his head bounced off the barricade?
Park: Not a pretty sight whatsoever, and now we have medical staff out there checking on him!
Dr. Lagari comes running down the entrance ramp to check on the Shining Star as instant replays confirm that his head did bounce off the barricade and then hit the floor almost as hard. The referee does his job to count.
...ONE…
Wright: MYOJIN might not be able to continue competing tonight!
Park: What a break that would be for Lancaster!
You can hear an angry Lancaster yelling at FIRESIDE’s head doctor about his bloody leg but the doctor is busy focusing on MYOJIN at the moment.
...TWO…
MYOJIN seems to shake off whatever Lagari was asking, and the positive signs of life and consciousness indicate that he’s good to go despite the bloody cut above his left eye. Lagari communicates this to the referee, who nods along and continues counting.
...THREE…
In the meantime, Derrick Lancaster’s knee has finally stopped bleeding, but it’s pretty clear that he’s wrestling the rest of this match basically one-legged as the XHF Junior Heavyweight Champion can’t seem to put his leg down without visible and obvious pain. He counts along with the referee, hoping that his challenger will be counted out.
...FOUR…
Unfortunately for the champion, MYOJIN has climbed back onto the apron. Lancaster charges at him, but MYOJIN uses the ropes to springboard over him! MYOJIN swings the Question Mark Kick at his opponent, but Lancaster slides through the challenger’s legs to hit a neckbreaker, which he quickly follows up with a backflip double stomp! He grabs his leg in furious pain upon landing!
Wright: Backdoor from Lancaster! A huge move for the champion!
Park: But did that take more out of Lancaster than it did MYOJIN?
Wright: Anything to keep the title in his hands, UnJoo!
Lancaster finally gets the arm over!
...ONE…
...TWO…
...THR-NO!
MYOJIN kicks out at two and a half!
Wright: No! MYOJIN stays alive, kicking out at the last possible second!
Park: Not being able to make that cover sooner might have just cost Lancaster the win right there!
Wright: What a war between these two great competitors!
Derrick Lancaster grabs at his leg as he slowly but surely pulls himself back up, using the ropes for additional assistance. His look is one of pure anger as he tries to place his foot down and is unable to put any weight on his leg. He tries lightly smacking it to get the blood back flowing, but nothing seems to be working for him.
Wright: With one good leg, the champion’s options seem severely limited! You can’t lock on a bridging deathlock like the DDOS without being able to bridge!
Park: He’s going to have to dig down into the bag of tricks to pull this one out!
Lancaster summons his remaining strength to pull himself into a standing position, locking MYOJIN’s arms behind his back! He goes to lift MYOJIN for the Tor, but MYOJIN drops down and spins, immediately locking Lancaster’s injured leg into the Orion!
Wright: Orion! MYOJIN locks in Orion!
Park: Lancaster’s trapped in the center of the ring!
Lancaster desperately shoots his arms out for the ropes, but they’re just a bit too far away! He taps out!
Wright: It’s over! New champion!
Park: MYOJIN has done it!
Washington: Here is your winner, and the NEEWWWW XHF Junior Heavyweight Champion, MYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOJIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNN!
The crowd roars in approval as the bloody Shining Star releases the hold and pops back up to his feet. The dried blood on his face paints a picture of the new champion, battered and beaten from a war with Derrick Lancaster.
Wright: MYOJIN wanted to prove himself as a top light heavyweight, and tonight he’s cemented that fact! What a match!
Park: Lancaster made one mistake early and MYOJIN absolutely destroyed him for it!
Wright: The champion showed some resilience, but ultimately was no match for the brutality of the aerial technician’s submissions!
MYOJIN climbs the top turnbuckle, celebrating his championship win with a big smile as he raises the title high over his head in triumphant victory. He throws the championship over his shoulder and exits the ring, looking pleased as ever. Dr. Lagari is back out to the ring, tending to Lancaster’s leg injury.
Wright: What’s next for these two competitors?
Park: I don’t know what’s next for Lancaster, but MYOJIN has a defense against NLW’s Al Jabroni very soon!
Wright: What a match that should be!
We join Walter Stanford, FIRESIDE's trusted and tested interviewer, already in the ring for a huge announcement.
Walter Stanford: Fans, I can barely contain my excitement as I am about to be standing literally inches away from "The Credible Hulk" Jonnie Valentine when he makes his earth-shattering announcement. Speculation is rampant about what it could be, and he says that there's "not a damn thing Anthony Caffrey can do about it"!
"Top That" from the Teen Witch Soundtrack plays and "The Credible Hulk" Jonnie Valentine jogs through the curtain, down to the ring. He slaps the fans' hands that crane over the guardrail trying to touch him. He does a full lap around the front row, slapping every hand. He finds an old Puerto Rican man rapping the Hawaiian shirted gentleman's part of Top That and Jonnie sings along with him. He pulls on the top rope to vault inside the ring and does the double guns to the crowd, before joining Stanford in the ring.
"The Credible Hulk" Jonnie Valentine: Mr. Stanford, it's been a long time.
Stanford: It's been ages, Jonnie. Why I remember when you were "Hot Stuff" Jonnie Valentine back in UWA Northeast.
"The Credible Hulk" Jonnie Valentine: Wow, that was a life time ago.
Stanford: Why, I remember that little dance you used to do. Can you do it for us?
Jonnie Valentine: No, I...
The Philadelphia crowd groans, urging Jonnie to do the strut he was known for back in UWA.
Stanford: Come now, Jonnie. The people deserve The Jonnie Strut. They've been through so much this year. This could be what turns this nation around.
Jonnie Valentine: I don't know it's been so long...
The arena chants "Do IT" low at first, than louder and louder until every fan in attendance is shouting "DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!" Jonnie gulps and nods, taking in the gravity of a broken nation, asking to be healed.
Walter Stanford: Alright, if you haven't...
Jonnie pimp walks across the ring, doing The Jonnie Strut that enraged heels for decades, and the crowd leaps to their feet, celebrating this awesome moment.
Stanford: I don't believe it! He did it! The Jonnie Strut! A historic day.
Jonnie Valentine: Thank you, Mr. Stanford. It was only out of respect to your fine career, and these unbelievable people...
Fans applaud. A chant of "Thank You Jonnie!! "Thank You Jonnie!! "Thank You Jonnie!!" Jonnie pats his heart and mouths "Thank you" back to them.
Stanford: So there you have it, "The Credible Hulk"'s earth shattering announcement...
Jonnie Valentine: No, that's not it, Mr. Stanford. But before I announce it, I need a little help from a friend.
Stanford: I...I don't understand.
"MMMBop" by Hanson plays and "The Lariot" Stan Hanson blows through the curtain with his bull rope. He swings the bull rope wildly and nearly clips a few fans. Stan Hanson spews chewing tobacco all over his chest, while he threatens cameramen and fans alike.
Stanford: Stan Hansen??.
Stan Hansen runs from side to side of the ring, whipping the ropes with his bull rope.
Jonnie Valentine: That's right, Mr. Stanford. Mr. Hanson conquered the wrestling world in both Japan and the States, and as we all know, shocked the musical world by winning two Grammys in 1997 with his song "MMMBop" which will be...MY...NEW...THEME SONG!!
Stanford: This is huge!! Jonnie Valentine has changed his theme music! I can't believe I was here for this!
Jonnie Valentine: That's right, and I owe it all to this man's...
Stan Hansen faces the wrong direction. Jonnie has to physically turn the near and far sighted Stan Hansen to face the hard camera.
Jonnie Valentine: To this man's musical genius. I mean, Mr. Hansen, how did you come up with an opus like MMMBop?
Stan Hansen: Huh? I didn't write that shit.
Jonnie Valentine: Mr. Hansen is obviously trying to help out a young songwriter by sharing credit, but the music...the spirit is obviously his.
Stan Hansen goes back to running the ropes, back and forth, clotheslining invisible people.
Jonnie Valentine: And it is with that...(Stan bumps Jonnie on his way over) It is with that new spirit that I will be able to defeat MAJESTY at Good Riddance: 2020. It will be a new beginning, musically, and a new beginning for Fireside, and a new beginning for XHF as I take my rightful place among the elite.
Jonnie pumps his fist, and then dodges a errant bull rope just in time from a crazed Stan Hansen.
Stanford: Jonnie...this kind of bombshell announcement is going to be carried by every network, all over the World. Do you have any closing message for the people watching at home?
Jonnie Valentine: America is the greatest nation in the World, and I am proud to be the greatest person ever born here.
The crowd cheers and starts chanting "USA!! USA!! USA!!" as Jonnie stands on the second rope, leading them on. Legally blind Stan Hansen's chewing tobacco juices are spraying everywhere as he babbles at no one. Someone produces a giant American flag for Jonnie Valentine, and he starts waving it for the fans as the "USA!! USA!! USA!!" chants get louder. Then the audio operator fires up Hanson's "MMMBop" and the audience starts singing it in unison.
Wright: Valentine leaves with a smile tonight, will he be smiling after fighting MAJESTY at Good Riddance?
Park: The winner gets a FIRESIDE World Championship Match or entry into the X*Crown Match at Supremacy, so maybe!
Washington: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Contract Signing for Last Wrestler Standing at Good Riddance! Please welcome, you know him well, he is the owner of FIRESIDE, Philadelphia’s Phavorite Son, ANTHOOOOOOOONNYYYYYYY CAAAAAFFFFFFREEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
The bespectacled owner and XHF Tag Team Champion passes through the curtain to the roar of his home crowd. He stands on the ramp and nods, removing the championship from around his waist and hosting it above his head to pop the crowd even further. He grins as he throws it over his shoulder and heads down to the ring, which has had a black carpet put down, a nice table, and two chairs. Caffrey is carrying with him the contract to be signed.
As the fans begin to die down, Caffrey climbs into the ring and grabs himself a microphone from the three on the table. He can’t resist popping up the crowd.
Anthony Caffrey: PHILADELPHIA! HOW YOU DOINNNNNNNNNNN?
The owner knows how to work his Philadelphians. He’s in a particularly good mood.
Caffrey: Ladies and gentlemen, as we solidify our main event tonight for Good Riddance 2020: We Didn’t Start the Fire, we’ll be having a contract signing between our brand new, first EVER, history-making FIRESIDE World Champion, Misha Constantine--
The crowd boos loudly for the champion.
Caffrey: --and our number one contender, the one, the only, Mistress Discipline!
The crowd roars for Discipline, just as loud as they were cheering for Caffrey a few moments ago.
Caffrey: Now, just before we get into this signing… I’d just like to mention a little match also on the card, the XHF Tag Team Championship Match between SKY Force, the ReVEnants--
The crowd is not a fan of the ReVenants.
Caffrey: ---and of course, your Purple Emperors, the team of myself and the phenomenal Radu Matei.
The crowd is definitely a fan of the bug enthusiast.
Caffrey: As much as those two teams have been running wild in the AWF and J-ROK, I have to say… when you’re here, in OUR city, in OUR ring… well… you know that they say... bad things happen in Philadelphia.
Caffrey winks for the crowd as they pop again.
Caffrey: Back to the matter at hand, here, let me me do my best Marcus impression. Introducing first, having defeated MAJESTY in a harrowing Steel Cage Match to win the championship, he is the ‘Self Made God’... MIIISHHHAAA CCCCCOOOOOONNNNNSTAAANTTTTTTTTIIIIIIIIIINNNE!
Misha Constantine makes his way out, minus the usual pomp and circumstance, but with the FIRESIDE World title. He pauses at the top of the ramp and lifts the belt high with one hand, as the other gives the audience the middle finger, turning nice and slow to give everyone a good look at both. A satisfied smirk on his face, he heads down the ramp and steps into the ring, placing the title in front of his seat at the far end of the table, then shaking Caffrey's hand before sitting down.
Caffrey: And his opponent, she battled through a hard-fought technical war with ‘Thankful’ Jonnie Valentine and came out on top to earn her number one contendership, you know and love her, give it up for MISSSSSSSTRESSSS DISCCCCCCCIPPPPPPLINE!
The curtain parts and Mistress Discipline steps out onto the carpeted walk holding several large books on her hip. She takes a moment to wave at the roaring crowd before moving swiftly to the ring. She sets the thick books on the table before taking her seat across from her past and future opponent.
Caffrey: Now that you're both here, let's get this contract signed.
Caffrey places the paperwork in front of Mistress Discipline and hands her a pen, but before she can sign...
Misha Constantine: Woah woah woah, a couple of things before ink on page...
Misha has picked up the mic in front of his seat.
Constantine: First of all, I'd just like to reiterate my hand gesture from earlier verbally: fuck you people.
The crowd boos once more.
Constantine: At Great Balls Of Fire; and seriously, what a stupid name for a show; I did what no-one else was capable of doing and put Majesty down. I won this title clean and square, and you people want to boo me? Eat shit, you ingrates! Secondly, Discipline, I want you to think long and hard about what you're agreeing to before you sign that contract. Sign on the dotted line, and you're giving a god carte blanche to do anything and everything to keep you down for a ten count. Now you're good, no-one with a brain can deny that, but the difference between good and god is more than just an additional o. Last time we met, you got off lucky getting locked in a toilet. This time, there's no Derrick Lancaster to take the brunt of my brutality; it's all on you. So just make sure you truly believe you're ready for that, because while you most certainly won't be, I just don't want to have to deal with any whining afterwards.
His piece said, Misha puts his make back down and sardonically motions for proceedings to continue.
Mistress Discipline shakes her head and reaches for the microphone in front of her.
Mistress Discipline: Last time we met you were lucky there was a third person to divide our time. Last time we met you were lucky I was sequestered away from the fight. You will not be so lucky this time. Do I believe you are a god? No. But it does not matter. Books are filled with gods losing to good people. These books.
She taps the books on the table and then picks them up before continuing.
Mistress Discipline: These books show that a god can not only lose but that it is not all that difficult. You may require additional preparations but you should prepare yourself for your future failure. You should prepare yourself for your future loss. Enjoy the belt while you can because I am coming to collect what will be mine.
She slams the books down on the table to highlight her point. Unfortunately, the table has delicate joints and those supporting her end of the table buckle. The papers and pens slide onto the ring. Caffrey steps in to try and right the table, but as he does so Misha takes the opportunity to throw his mic at Mistress Discipline's head, only for Caffrey's actions to put his own head right in the line of fire. The unexpected audio equipment to the side of his face sends Caffrey reeling, as an appalled Mistress Discipline retaliates by throwing one of the books at Misha. Her aim is true and the FIRESIDE World champion is sent tumbling backwards in his chair, as Mistress Discipline grabs another of the books and rushes over, laying in shot after shot to Misha's face with the hardback. She backs up against the ropes, prepared to take Misha’s head off with the Final Bell, but Misha pulls Caffrey into the line of fire, and her bicycle knee strike collides with the owner's face instead, sending him crashing through the table!
Wright: Oh no! Mistress just sent Caffrey through the table!
Park: That definitely wasn't supposed to happen!
Mistress Discipline stands and looks in horror at the company's owner left unconscious laying in the shattered remains of the table, her attention diverted long enough for Misha to grab her from behind, twisting and turning her before driving her into the mat with a DeityDDT!
Wright: Damnit! Misha strikes down his contender with a DeityDDT!
Park: He won the championship by being resourceful and clever, and that's on full display here!
Bleeding from his nose, Misha leaves the ring with the championship, yelling and screaming at the fans as he holds it high above his head. He holds out a hand to count.
Constantine: ONE!
Wright: Misha adding insult to injury, counting to ten ahead of Last Wrestler Standing!
Park: I have a feeling Mistress won't go down so easy at Good Riddance!
Constantine: TWO!
Constantine: THREE!
Wright: The champion looks ready for the main event!
Park: Will Mistress even be able to make it?
Constantine: FOUR!
Constantine: FIVE!
Mistress Discipline has begun to stir, finding the ropes and pulling herself back up slowly with their aid.
Wright: She's-- she's coming back to her feet! Mistress wants to prove herself more than anything; it's gonna take more than that to stop her at Good Riddance!
Park: She's determined and ready!
Constantine: SIX!
The crowd pops as Discipline has made it back to her feet. She checks on Caffrey before moving her focus directly to Misha, staring him down.
Wright: This crowd is eating it up!
Park: They want to see her kick his ass, and so do I!
Discipline sits on the middle rope, tauntingly inviting him back to the ring. Misha’s look of pride has turned into grave discontent as his number one contender is still standing.
Wright: Ladies and gentlemen, we'll see you live on December 31st to close out the year!
Park: Thank you and good night!