Masquerade III

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JOSEPH GREER: Before we get to that, though, we’ve got one more interview from Alyssa.



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh, that’s right; we’ve not heard anything from Nocturnal.



The camera shoots too backstage. The Masquerade backdrop is up and two black 'director' style folding chairs, with a table between. A couple bottles of water sit on it. Alyssa is sat in her sequinned red dress nervously looking at the camera.




ALYSSA LUCCHI: Good evening once again RSW fans, Alyssa Lucchi back for the third and final look at the competitors who will face off to determine who will fill the long vacancy in RSW's World Heavyweight Championship lineage.



The reason for her dread sat next to her, she could feel her skin crawl as he looked at her. Doing her best to remain professional, she presses on.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Joining me at this time is RSW Hall of Famer and the only former RSW World Champion in tonight's final, the one and only Sadistic Bastard, Nocturnal. Thank you for taking time to speak with me, I know even a tested veteran like yourself must have a million things to do before a match of this importance.



NOCTURNAL: Alyssa that goes without question when it comes to rookies like Dylan and D but Nocturnal has been doing this for a long time. Not as long as someone like Devin Stone but a long freaking time.



Nocturnal was bringing the venom straight away. To refer to his opponents as ‘rookies’ was to show his complete lack of respect for both men.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: We've heard from both of your opponents in tonight's main event and the common theme seems to be just how much damage each has sustained along the winding road that's led us here to Hong Kong. Despite a loss at Anarchy Thirty Five, experts have you pencilled in as arguably the favourite to walk away as champion once again, what do you think of that? And, are you at one hundred percent?



Alyssa almost instantly regrets her wardrobe choice. If needed how could she run from this monster like this? He stroked his beard and stared not into her eyes, but through them. Like a grizzly before it kills its prey.



NOCTURNAL: Do I look less that one hundred percent? Do I? I am Nocturnal, and I am always going to be ready for a bloody war. I will just say that my opponents better get some kind of dental records done as after tonight their carcasses will only be identified by them.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Now something I'd like to address is...the wishes granted to you by Armand Von Krauss. You used one to grant Havok an immediate Legacy title match some time ago. The second was at Anarchy Thirty Five to get yourself in this match……..



Waving his hand as he speaks, her words die and crumble to ash in her mouth.



NOCTURNAL: Let me interrupt you there as I got cheated out of the match Alyssa. I should have been facing Dylan one on one so as Nocturnal usually does he takes things into his own hands.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Okay, moving on, can you tell me why earlier you used your third and final wish for Havok, that people are saying cost him the match?



Nocturnal looks her directly in the eyes once more, clearly uncomfortable Alyssa crack and breaks eye contact.



NOCTURNAL: Cost him? Havok is my experiment; I can use him how I like. He beat that Dragon guy way too easily. I used my wish so Havok could LEGALLY beat the kid some more without pissing off someone in the front office. If he couldn’t do it that is something I will have to take up with him.



He turns and looks into the camera lens.



NOCTURNAL: This gets me onto a different subject. Now people all saw what happened in the Family locker room earlier? They saw how Caleb was beaten so badly that he might be out for months. And don’t get me started on the beat down Havok got.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Who do you think it was?



His look said perhaps more than his words would, it didn’t matter. Clearly they made a mistake. A grave mistake.



NOCTURNAL: Nocturnal has made lots of enemies over the years, could be anyone. Could be the Bastards, Garmr, Gibson or even that guy that won the Masquerade Brawl. Hell, someone’s got a set of balls but I’m telling them now. If you want me, I’m not hard to find.



He stands up and pulls the microphone off of him and throws it to the floor and leaves.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: There you go folks, now back to ringside.



Joseph and Tommy are back and Joseph is clearly ready to go.



JOSEPH GREER: Wow! Nocturnal has left no questions about his intentions. He intends to take on all comers. Anyone who threatens himself or his family!



TOMMY ONIONS: So what you’re saying is Nocturnal of all people is RSW’s ‘Family Guy’?



JOSEPH GREER: I’m not touching that one; we’ll be right back after a word from our sponsors.

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We're back from commercial.



JOSEPH GREER: Ladies and gentlemen, I have to say, this has been one intense night of RSW---(Turns his head, squinting eyes shut) For the love of fuck, Onions---enough!



TOMMY ONIONS: (Looking honestly confused) Huh? What?



JOSEPH GREER: You've had a friggin' hard-on for the last three matches. Will you shut it down, already?



TOMMY ONIONS: I honestly don't know what you're talking about. Perhaps if you could curb your meat-gazing, then you wouldn't be distracted by the hard-on you think I might have. By the way, you're a married man, so shame on you. Two times the shame.



JOSEPH GREER: Oh, don't hand me that.



TOMMY ONIONS: I certainly WON'T hand you that.



JOSEPH GREER: You know what I mean. You've been rubbing it absently every few minutes for the last half hour, and I can't sit here and deal with this anymore!



TOMMY ONIONS: For crying out loud, Greer! No wonder you do such a shit job calling these matches. Your eyes are glued to my dick. If I'd known you floated that way---



JOSEPH GREER: Look, just...go take a ten-minute break and take care of it, already. And wash your hands about fifty-seven times before you come back. In the meantime, folks, we have a few minutes before the big matches, and the guy I can't really make heads or tails of who calls himself the Soothsayer is slotted for an appearance. Let's go to the ring now.



The Soothsayer's theme music begins, the slow strains of the final movement of the 1812 Overture. The man himself appears from the back, head lowered as if humbly. Unlike his last appearance, he is not alone, but this time accompanied by two figures, dressed similarly in black, armor-like outfits, their faces covered. The similarities end here as the two are otherwise quite different. The figure now plodding behind Soothsayer to his right is a huge man standing at 6'5” while the other figure to his left is obviously a woman, lithe and deadly-appearing.



JOSEPH GREER: What's this all about? More weirdos?



TOMMY ONIONS: Quiet. The chick might be hot.



About halfway to the ring, Soothsayer smiles and draws an object from inside his robe.



JOSEPH GREER: What the---How did HE get a hold of the RSW World Championship belt??



TOMMY ONIONS: Are you kidding? Did they finally call off the tournament at the last minute and give the strap to some newbie?



JOSEPH GREER: Ohhh. Wait a second. That's not the actual title belt. It's...a toy. Looks pretty real, though.



TOMMY ONIONS: So it was made right around the corner, then. Better have it tested for lead.



JOSEPH GREER: Or we could have your dick tested for lead, because you STILL have that annoying bulge in your pants! Now go pour some cold water over your head or something!



TOMMY ONIONS: Fine. You know what? (He stands, and makes a show of removing his headset and dropping it on the announce table) Sayonara, motherfucker.



Onions storms off, and Greer shakes his head and returns his attention to the ring.The trio make their way to the ring, and the two followers remain on the outside as Soothsayer climbs into the ring, the “RSW Title” draped over his shoulder. As the music comes to an end, he holds his hand out as an Asian youth enters the ring and hands him a mic. Soothsayer holds a hand up, indicating the boy should hang on a second. The crowd begins booing out of some primitive wrestling fan instinct.



SOOTHSAYER: ….Ahem.



He hands the mic back to the kid, and his music begins anew. Soothsayer now displays a look of sheer triumph on his face as he makes his way to one corner of the ring. Climbing up onto the second rope, he raises the “World Title” high up above his head with both hands, squinting and shaking the sweat from his long hair that actually isn't accumulated there. He looks ever the Rocky Balboa after defeating Clubber Lang as he now almost falls weakly off the second rope and heads for the opposite corner of the ring. His music blares at full volume while the fans boo. After the next corner show of raising the belt in victory, he makes his way to the third corner, then the last, and repeats the odd process.



JOSEPH GREER: Ladies and gentlemen, I think the cheese slipped off this guy's cracker.



After completing the round-the-ring victory celebration, Soothsayer slings the title belt over his shoulder and heads for center-ring. There, he raises it one more time, now sending kisses out to the booing masses, a smile as wide as Kim Kardashian's ass pasted on his bearded face.



The music comes to its end, and Soothsayer holds out his hand as the same Asian kid again hands him the microphone.



SOOTHSAYER: I call that last piece of performance art...”The Inevitable.” Thank you.



He takes a deep, heartfelt bow as the fans boo on and on.



JOSEPH GREER: Well, Onions was right to take a piss break. I was hoping he might be out here to make some kind of announcement about who his preferred tag team partner is going to be for his forthcoming title opportunity, not no such luck. This Soothsayer guy is---



Onions abruptly reappears at the announce table, looking a bit disheveled and sweaty.



JOSEPH GREER: Where the hell were you?



TOMMY ONIONS: I took your advice, Greer. You were right---that three-meter hard-on I was sporting needed to be put down like a rabid woodchuck.



JOSEPH GREER: Eww.



TOMMY ONIONS: Here, you can take this back.



He tosses a glossy photo onto the table. It wafts to land in front of Greer, who looks at it in horror.



JOSEPH GREER: You son of a bitch---my EX WIFE!??



TOMMY ONIONS: It's all in her eyes, Joey. It's all in her eyes.

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Greer shoots Onions a long, lingering look of fury, but he jolts as - presumably - a producer has a stern word in his ear about getting on with the job.



JOSEPH GREER: Ladies and Gentlemen – the time has come. We have a match of the year Candidate coming up. Rob Riot Vs Garmr in a last man standing Match. They start in the ring but anywhere in this arena is open for battle. RSW Camera Crews are ready to follow these two combatants wherever they may go. No boundaries! No Disqualifications! And this follows on the heels of a great show so far! The action has been intense tonight! We’ve seen combat between Shane Mitchell and Ruby Walsh – TWO former Riot Star Champions!



TOMMY ONIONS: AND we were subjected to Apathy.



JOSEPH GREER: That’s pretty harsh Tommy. I think the event has been popping so far!



TOMMY ONIONS: No…I was referring to Apathy against Rouser earlier. That woman wouldn’t show up for a prom date. She’s just putting in time now, jobbing to the stars. When is the last time we saw the real Apathy?



JOSEPH GREER: Tommy, let’s not dwell on such things when we’ve got GARMR and ROB RIOT set to square off any minute now! The epic confrontation the world has been waiting for…it’s almost happened a few times now. Tommy – let’s go back to one of Garmr’s earliest appearances in RSW. It was during the end of the Running Man Match at Anarchy 29. Morcant Davis and Rob Riot were in the fight of their lives and with the clock running down…lets revisit that footage now…



The Riot Tron crackles to life with the graphics for Riot and Garmr displayed prominently on the Screen. The Fans explode into applause. On the screen, the footage from Anarchy 29 plays…



RIOT - T-10 MINUTES…



Rob Riot smiles…it’s not a triumphant smile…in fact, it’s almost sad. He’s going to beat Morcant to the ring. It was pretty clear now. He could see the building in the distance now…it wasn’t far. He just needed to run a little further…



…except there were two men on the street in front of him…two men in suits who stood looking at him. There was a black limousine behind them.



MR.CHOW: Robert Hill….oh, I’m sorry, that was a long time ago, wasn’t it…Robert RIOT… I, sir, am Mr. Chow…you may have seen me on Television on 60 minutes a couple weeks back. This gentleman beside me is Mr. Kent. It looks to me like you are about to win this match Mr. Riot…win a match with the most horrible stipulations I’ve ever seen. This Dr. Summeroff has taken the purity of combat and turned it into a circus! He’s always had a touch of the theatrical going back to his days with RDJ…and now he’s come under the influence of Armand Von Krauss…either way, Mr. Kent and I cannot allow you to simply go into that ring and ring a bell and think the match is over. You see, we DO have a sense of honor…of justice…we can’t very well just stand back and allow this injustice to occur…you see, if we allow you to ring that bell Mr. Riot, well that makes things easy on Mr. Davis…and on yourself…and as you will all soon find out in RSW, nothing will ever be easy…ever again. You, Mr. Davis, Shane Mitchell, Hunter Valentyne, Nocturnal, Billy Fowler, R.B Cardone…Sean O’Rourke, Dom Jacobs…right down to the Hell’s Bouncers, Isiah Zepp’s and Eddie Havok’s of the world…WEAK…to the last. You are an old generation of wrestlers. Weak. Obsolete. Allow me to introduce you to the Future. You can’t stop progress.



ROB RIOT: Get out of my way…I’m not sure who you think you’re talking to…



MR. CHOW: Yes, of course, of course. You don’t know what this is all about…too busy in your old world, doing your own unimportant things, trying to find your unimportant child…



ROB RIOT: What did you just say?



MR. CHOW: Garmr! It seems Mr. Davis needs more time…would you…delay…MR. RIOT please?



The back door of the Limo opens and out into the street emerges the awesome and massive form of Garmr!!!!



JOSEPH GREER: Oh MY GAWD!!! It’s him! This is the man Morcant Davis has been warning the entire RSW about! He’s here!



TOMMY ONIONS: JESUS CHRIST!



NICK ADAMS: HOLY SHIT! Look at the size of that monster…Rick, its times like this I’m glad I’m retired.



RICK SALVATORE: Nick…I know we don’t agree often but this time, I’m with you.



The huge form of Garmr approaches Rob Riot.



ROB RIOT: What is this? What’s the meaning of this? You think you can scare me?



Rob Riot stands his ground, thinking of his child and his rage against R.B Cardone. He will not be stopped, not now…now when he was so close…



ROB RIOT: Get out of my way.



Garmr continue to move forward. Riot clenches his fists and the Giant smiles menacingly at him.



TOMMY ONIONS: THIS is it!!!



SUMMEROFF: JUST A MINUTE!!! NOW HOLD ON JUST A MINUTE!!!



Summeroff and Javier Nanook come out of the Command Truck and make their way over. Summeroff points a bony finger at Mr. Chow, Mr. Kent and Garmr…



SUMMEROFF: I don’t know who you three think you are but this is MY MATCH…my rules…and I hired my own enforcers. You hear me?



Summeroff pokes a finger into Garmr’s massive chest.



Mr. Chow sighs and signals to the giant.



Garmr grasps Dr. Summeroff by the neck and lifts him into the air. He takes his other hand, clenches it into a balled fist and smashes it down on Summeroff’s head. Blood explodes out from Summeroff’s ears and nose.



The footage on the Riot-Tron ends and we now see a camera angle of the capacity crowd.



JOSEPH GREER: Yes, I think we all remember that day Tommy. Garmr arrives and we almost had Riot VS Garmr right there and then…if not for the timely arrival of Dr. Summeroff – who paid dearly for his intrusion – who knows what would have happened? Now, FINALLY, it’s going to happen. The last obstacle between Garmr and the end of RSW…tonight Rob Riot plays the hero – thrust into a role he doesn’t want or need but understands its inevitability. In the end, it’s only fitting that he be the one to save the federation that bears his name. What chance does he have Tommy?



TOMMY ONIONS: He has no chance at all Greer. This is a suicide run and Rob Riot knows it. Without the Bastards – one on one against a monster who has written his own script since he’s arrived on the scene…in a Last Man Standing match??? Is Riot serious?



JOSEPH GREER: Well let’s not write of Riot yet. Garmr has shown some weaknesses since he has arrived. He’s been beaten…



TOMMY ONIONS: Has he really? Has anyone pinned him in the middle of a ring? He’s only lost because he chose to lose…either he lost his temper and got disqualified or some other bullshit. He showed his utter contempt for the Riot Star Title when he was Disqualified out of the tournament. This is a man who only cares about inflicting pain and suffering on others and bringing RSW down. I’ll tell you something…I’ve sold my shares in the company they gave me for a bonus last year. After tonight, I don’t think they are going to be worth more than the one ply toilet paper they give us to wipe our asses here in Hong Kong. Sweet Tommy KNOWS when the end is near Greer.



JOSEPH GREER: Maybe it is…maybe it’s not. Maybe Rob Riot adds to his hall of fame career and pulls one last career defining win out of his hat.



TOMMY ONIONS: He barely beat Davis Greer…and Davis is the most decorated Champion this Fed ever saw…and he won by ONE second in that Running Man Match…after an hour – he won by one second. It was that close…and Garmr here utterly destroyed Davis…and Shane Mitchell at the same time…in a matter of mere moments. One on one, the Monster has been unstoppable.



JOSEPH GREER: Billy Fowler hurt him. Dylan Erickson hurt him. The bastards hurt him! Dammit Tommy, there has to be hope! Has to be!



TOMMY ONIONS: Hope is for fools Greer. I’ve sold my shares and bought crypto. That’s a more stable investment than HOPING Rob Riot can perform a miracle tonight.



The Lights dim in the arena and the curtain parts. Rob Riot emerges with Billy Fowler. Fowler looks at Rob, slaps him on the shoulder, turns around and goes backstage. Riot walks to the ring – alone - stern and determined. There is no Ring Music. No fireworks, explosions or any of that other nonsense. It’s simply a man who knows only ONE comes back from that ring on his own two feet.



JOSEPH GREER: Look at that look on his face Tommy. Utter concentration. Focus…I haven’t seen this Rob Riot in a long, long time.



TOMMY ONIONS: He’d better not look at Garmr like that or that monster will wipe that arrogance right of his smug Brit face!



JOSEPH GREER: Tommy, there is a difference between determination and arrogance and Rob Riot is showing determination tonight!



The loudspeakers crackle and music begins to play.



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I vorjaarns guldyn luiht

I naarjaars bluodin roud

Naarjaars bluodin roud



Wijl wintars stilta hvis

En wijl vorjaares guldyn sunnaluiht

Den oude vandrar waagt

Fuer ewer oun

En eweroun

Den oude vandrar waagt

Wijl naarjaars roud

Fuer ewer oun

Eweroun ...



TOMMY ONIONS: What the hell is that crap Greer!?



JOSEPH GREER: I guess that’s Garmr’s new entrance music.



TOMMY ONIONS: Well it sucks…and it’s in another language so it sucks even more!



From behind the curtain emerges the Garmr entourage – The Shoe Shiner, Mr. Crosius, Mr. Kent, Mr. Chow and Mr. Segomo – who is wearing a mask of a large Hawk. After Segomo – the Monster himself emerges.



Garmr nods to the entourage and all go back behind the curtain except for Mr. Segomo. Segomo stays at the top of the entrance ramp just in front of the curtain, arms crossed, seemingly staring directly at Rob Riot, who has now entered the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: Shawna Savante has her hands full tonight. Seriously, how does she maintain order with these two? I hope she isn’t putting her fate in the hands of Big Ass Hank! Hank has shown pretty clearly he’s about the worst security man in the history of wrestling! How does that moron even still have a job, Greer? If you think about it – we’ve seen pretty much every crime imaginable happen in RSW under the watch of that bumbling idiot. Has no one ever noticed just how useless he is?



JOSEPH GREER: Well someone has…I’ve just gotten word we’re going to have a special guest referee to help Shawna Savante maintain order! It….it can’t be….this has to be a typo….



Garmr continues to the ring alone, glaring balefully at Rob Riot. He climbs over the top rope and simply goes into his corner, taking a quick look at Riot and then dismissing him.



From behind the Curtain, an occupant in a wheelchair is pushed towards the ring by a man visibly inebriated and struggling to even stay on his feet, much less push the Chair. The occupant of the chair isn’t making it any easier. He sits there – his head twisted in an awkward angle, his mouth seemingly in a perpetual scream. His limbs were atrophied and a breathing tube was connected to his throat…



JOSEPH GREER: Is that….



TOMMY ONIONS: That’s Dr. Summeroff!! And that’s RDJ pushing him to the ring!!! Jesus Christ, Look at Summeroff! He looks like a sea cucumber that’s been shoved up a whale’s ass for the last year!



JOSEPH GREER: The Former owners of nGw here!? What for?



TOMMY ONIONS: I don’t know Greer but I’m sure P.T. MERCILESS is turning in his grave over this!



JOSEPH GREER: Well as we just saw in the Anarchy 29 footage, Summeroff suffered these terrible injuries at the hands of Garmr…he obviously has something he wants to say…



RDJ staggers over and grabs a Mic from the announce table…



TOMMY ONIONS: HEY! That’s one of mine!



RDJ manages, after some effort, hook a lap top into a speaker on the Chair and then positions the Mic by the speaker. Summeroff begins to slowly type. His fingers…at least a couple of them seem to be pretty much all he can control.



The telltale “Voice” of Monotone Computer generated speech comes out over the Arena Loudspeakers…



SUMMEROFF: You remember me Garmr? YOU did this…so it’s only fitting I am here when Karma strikes back at you! I guess tonight, you think you are just going to do what you want…you think there will be no order? You think you will lead Mr. Hill there to his doom unopposed? I’m afraid not.



Garmr waves a dismissive hand at Summeroff’s big talk from the wheelchair.



SUMMEROFF: Yes, wave your hand. It doesn’t change the fact…after what you did to me, this roster has stood against you…this roster has risen up against you! TONIGHT is what happens when you fuck with someone like me…because tonight is your reckoning…



JOSEPH GREER: Is Summeroff seriously trying to take credit for the RSW roster resisting Garmr’s takeover the last year?



TOMMY ONIONS: It sure sounds like it Greer. We all know whenever this guy gets going, he sucks all the air out of a room…



SUMMEROFF: Tonight, we have a special guest referee…I’ve been allowed to announce that tonight’s special guest referee is…



The Riot Tron comes to life and scenes of Arcadia Oklahoma are shown and “Death Rides a White Horse” begins to play over the loudspeakers!



The fans explode in cheers and applause!



SUMMEROFF: Morcant….DAVIS!!!



JOSEPH GREER: Oh my god Tommy! It’s him!!!!



Morcant Davis emerges from behind the curtain and waves to the crowd!



JOSEPH GREER: The 4 Time RSW Riot Star Champion! He’s here!!! He looks well Tommy!



TOMMY ONIONS: Considering the last time we saw Dimmy when his head was in the punch bowl bobbing for his molars – yeah, he looks good!



Davis walks to the ring carrying what looks to be a bound leather book of some kind…a journal.



JOSEPH GREER: He looks to be in top shape Tommy! Almost looks like he could return to the ring if he wanted to!



TOMMY ONIONS: After the injuries he suffered at Garmr’s hands last year and given his age – he would be insane to make a comeback now.



JOSEPH GREER: Well Garmr certainly looks perplexed. Look at the Monster’s face. He is visibly baffled by this turn of events.



RDJ wheels Summeroff backstage.



JOSEPH GREER: Look in the ring Tommy. Talk about a tense scene. Davis is going over instructions with Shawna Savante while both Garmr and Riot look at him like he’s some kind of circus exhibit. Suffice to say, neither of them expected this.



TOMMY ONIONS: With all due respect Greer, if they wanted to help Savante, they would have called in the National Guard. Not Morcant Davis.



Morcant leaves the ring and stands outside. Shawna Savante signals for the bell…



AND THE MATCH BEGINS!!!



Garmr seems to be more focussed on the book Morcant has placed on a chair beside the Turkish announce table than Rob Riot…and Riot takes advantage. He moves in quickly and snaps a hard jab to garmr’s jaw to get his attention.



While still looking at the book, one of Garmr’s arms shoots out and attempts to grab Riot by the throat…but Riot has studied the film footage. Garmr’s game has pretty much stayed the same since the beginning and so Riot anticipates this and instead shifts to the side, grabbing the arm and twisting it hard! Garmr’s eye bulges from its socket – caught by surprise. He drops to his knees and flings Riot over his shoulder in front of him. Riot loses the grip on the arm. Garmr then brings down a hammer fist into Riot’s ribs. All the air is expelled from Riot’s lungs and he scurries away to the corner, coughing trying to get his breath back. Garmr stands up, looking supremely confident. Riot favors his ribs with one hand and circles Garmr, trying to stay out of range. The Monster cuts off all the angles and soon corners Riot against the turnbuckles. He grabs Riot by the head with one hand and brings down a big elbow to his face with the other. It connects with Riot’s nose causing it to explode in a mess of blood. Riot drops to one knee, shaking out the cobwebs. Garmr raises his left knee hard into Riot’s chin driving the sometime owner of RSW onto his back.



He then goes back to his corner and pulls a white napkin from his trunks and wipes off Riot’s blood from his brow.



TOMMY ONIONS: This is going just about as expected Greer. Without the Bastards or Erickson or anyone else to help him – Riot is just like the others who’ve wilted in the face of this Monster.



JOSEPH GREER: Look at Mr. Segomo Tommy…he’s now come half way down the ramp. Morcant Davis is moving to intercept him…we’ll need to keep an eye on this…If Segomo wants to get any closer, he’s going to have to go through Davis.



Garmr sees Davis moving away from the ring to block Segomo and smiles.



TOMMY ONIONS: You see that Greer? That’s pretty smart of Segomo and Garmr…they’ve now Drawn Davis away from the ring…bad news for Riot if things get out of hand…



Riot stands back on his feet. Garmr shakes his head and moves forward – and reaches for Riot’s throat…this time he gets him. He lifts Riot into the Air and tosses him clear out of the ring and onto the Turkish Announce Table. The tables collapses under the weight and Riot falls to the ground with pieces of wood, papers and a couple chairs…along with the Turkish Announce team falling over on top of him.



JOSEPH GREER: What power! What awesome power Tommy! He just tossed Riot out there like last week’s Kung Pao chicken and shrimp leftovers!



TOMMY ONIONS: Riot’s getting up slowly…this isn’t going to go much longer if he keeps getting hit by these big power moves.



Riot stands, brushes off the Turkish Announcers coffee from his arm, establishes his balance…and then signals for Garmr to bring it!



TOMMY ONIONS: I think Riot must have hit the ring bell on his way out of the ring.



Garmr smiles, rolls out of the ring and approaches Riot. Riot connects with a right cross across the Giants jaw with no effect. Garmr returns the same and Riot is spun around in a 360 degree arc…blood spews from his previously injured nose! Riot screams and tries to spear Garmr. The Giant simply absorbs the attempt – his legs rooted the ground and unmoving. He takes the opportunity to lift Riot up and power bomb him on the concrete floor.



JOSEPH GREER: Oh my GAWD!!!! My god! This can’t go on. Someone – get those EMT’s ready. Anytime now. This isn’t even close.



Garmr seems to be breathing a bit heavier…and now shows just the slightest hint of frustration as Riot once again gets to his feet.



JOSEPH GREER: WOW…what heart. I guess if Garmr thought Riot was just going to roll over, he know knows differently.



TOMMY ONIONS: Even I’m impressed here Greer…but Riot needs to stay down. Seriously…hang on a minute Greer…my EOS coins are going up.



JOSEPH GREER: Tommy! RSW isn’t done yet! You are still on the clock! Show some professionalism!



TOMMY ONIONS: I am Greer! I’m making sure I’m not out on the street once Garmr shuts this place down after tonight.



Garmr wipes a bit of sweat off his brow and signals to Mr. Segomo. Segomo begins to approach the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: Ohhhh no….



Morcant Davis steps in front of him. Segomo head fakes, seeming to move in one direction but going in another…Davis reacts as if the move has been telegraphed…and dodges in the same direction catching segomo with a looping right hook! Segomo staggers back and the crowd roars its approval.



Garmr seems utterly surprised until…until he looks down and sees the Captain’s Journal – the book Davis had put on the chair beside the Turkish Announce table. The journal was damaged from Riot’s fall into the table! Pages have been torn! The binding half undone!!!!!!



OUTRAGE!!!



AND DAVIS SEEMS TO HAVE ACTUALLY LEANRED THE TECHNIQUES contained in the appendices!!!



Garmr’s nonchalant attitude toward the match vanishes and the rage within surfaces. The monster everyone was accustomed to seeing has arrived!!!



Garmr orders Segomo back up the ramp. The Student bows and turns to go back to his place. The monster than turns to Rob Riot who is now smiling like a fool.



ROB RIOT: Is this all you’ve got!!?



Garmr unleashes old painless right to the smiling grill of Riot – the Iron fist – the old 5 knuckle pelt digger! Tried, true and as effective as always. Riot again flies backwards…but this time stays on his feet…he starts to make his way up the ramp. Morcant moves out of the way and Garmr soon follows. He glares at Davis as he passes. Davis stares back…



Garmr stops and stands in front of Morcant, getting in his face.



TOMMY ONIONS: WOW! Knew this was bound to happen! Morcant interfering in another match! What a surprise! Get out of there Davis! Quit delaying the inevitable! This is digusting Greer! Davis is giving Riot a chance to rest!



JOSEPH GREER: He didn’t do anything other than move out of the way!



TOMMY ONIONS: He stared at Garmr! Anyone knows you don’t do that!



Garmr reaches out and grabs Morcant by the throat! He is about to smash his fist down on his head…But Morcant actually catches the fist with his other arm! He begins to lift Garmr’s arm back up!



TOMMY ONIONS: It can’t be!!!



Suddenly the back of Morcant’s leg caves inward and he falls forward as Mr. Segomo begins to stomp him down!



JOSEPH GREER: Oh my god! Segomo pearl harbor attack!



TOMMY ONIONS: Pearl harbor nothing! That’s what he gets for interfering! Couldn’t just mind his own Business!



Segomo lifts Davis up and hits him with a neck breaker!



Davis falls – not out but hurt.



Garmr turns to Segomo, angry.



GARMR: I told you to stay on the ramp!



Riot calls for Garmr from the Arena Steps nearest them. He walks himself up them with the Giant following…then he walks over at the top and goes down the steps there back to the bottom of the arena. The Giant follows…



Then Riot again goes up the next set of steps…the Giant follows, breathing heavier still…



TOMMY ONIONS: What is this bullshit Greer!



JOSEPH GREER: I think…I think Riot’s doing a version of the Ali Rope-a-dope…he’s tiring the Giant out, getting him to use all his powers moves and leading him on this goose chase around the arena!



TOMMY ONIONS: People like Garmr don’t like to be played!!! We’ve all seen what happens around here when that guy gets pissed off!



Riot finally stops at the first floor concession stands. A crowd gathers round. Riot stands his ground as a visibly tired Garmr approaches. The monster reaches for Riot – and Riot sidesteps the grasping arm and then brings down a huge right punch across Garmr’s face. It splits the monsters bottom lip!!



JOSEPH GREER: He’s bleeding!



The fans erupt in cheer. Riot follows this with a driving knee to Garmr’s gut. Garmr feels this one and actually reaches for the area that was hit. Riot unloads a backhand and then without warning scoop slams the Giant into the Popcorn machine!!!!



JOSEPH GREER: Oh my god! He just picked him up! That’s 350 pounds there! Rob Riot isn’t known for his power but he has it when he needs it!



Garmr gets up slower than usual and smiles. He points at Rob Riot and nods.



JOSEPH GREER: Wow…a rare show of respect from Garmr…that might even be the first show of respect.



Riot charges the winded Giant…the but the Giant isn’t so hurt as to be close to done yet…he sees Riot coming and reaches out with both arms and catches the erstwhile J-Man…and lifts him into the air for a bear hug!!!



JOSEPH GREER: OH NO!



TOMMY ONIONS: OH YEES!!!! It’s over Greer! It’s over!



Garmr shakes Riot like a rag doll, squeezing with all his might, all the air Riot had in his lungs expelled. He continues this for a minute until Riot – drooling now and eyes rolled back – drops his head on Garmr’s shoulders. He’s unconscious….



Garmr drops him to the ground.



Shawna Savante moves in and begins the 10 count…



ONE…



Garmr turns to the crowd and sees Segomo and nods to him. He again brings out his cloth to wipe the sweat from his brow.



TWO!!



Morcant Davis comes up the steps and takes a place off to the side and observes – concerned – the end of the match.



THREE!



Garmr and Segomo begin to talk. Garmr turns around for a brief moment and almost doesn’t even acknowledge the carcass of Rob Riot on the ground.



FOUR!



Riot’s eyes slowly start to open…memories of his life begin to play out in his head…Evans…his son…his career….the sacrifices he’s made…the things he’s done, both heroic and cruel…the clarity and the insanity…the places he’s been – the titles he’s held…the wars over the years…Cardone…Merciless….Davis….RSW…



…Garmr…



The monster.



Here.



Tonight.



He’s still….here.



It’s NOT over.



He’s still drawing breath…and isn’t that Shawna Savante he hears….



Everything he’s ever done…it’s all…



Lead…



To this…



SEVEN!!!!!!



RIOT gasps for breath and sits up suddenly, as if charged by a bolt sent from the heavens themselves! The fans go insane. Even Morcant Davis does a double take, unable to believe his eyes.



Riot slowly stands and beats the count….



Garmr, meanwhile, takes no notice, laughing with Segomo…



Riot takes a step towards him, his eyes burning with the entirety of his career behind him. His muscles tense, his fists now clenched.



Another step….and another. Each one aches – his body protests…he is on the verge of collapse…he is going to collapse…



But not yet…



NOT YET!



He reaches forward…grabs Garmr and spins him before the Giant knows what is happening – the arrogance of the man finally coming back to haunt him…and he unleashes a monstrous blast to the Giants jaw – connecting with every ounce of strength he has…



The Giants head snaps back and his bottom teeth are torn from their sockets and spin off into the air…a couple others remain rooted but the tops shatter! The jaw bone itself makes an audible cracking sound!!!



The giant flails his arms out in shock, pain and surprise as he falls backwards and crashes to the ground!!!



JOSEPH GREER: HE’S DONE IT! ROB RIOT has knocked the Giant out!!!!! History has been made Tommy!!!!



TOMMY ONION: Don’t get to far ahead Greer! LOOK!!!



Unbelievably, Garmr gets to one knee…and then stands up – his one eye half rolled back and his body wobbling and unstable…but he’s up. The eye comes back into focus…and the giant smiles! He then reaches into his mouth – and finds his bottom teeth are missing. He laughs and spits out some remaining shards of teeth and clots of blood.



JOSEPH GREER: No! It can’t be! How can he be back on his feet!?



Rob Riot is not discouraged…in fact, he was hoping for this….For all the Giant has down – knocking him out was to easy! He had to suffer….



As Garmr continues to poke around his newly vacant mouth, Rob Riot walks right to him, rips off the goggle and jams his thumb into the Giants eye! He then twists him around and before the Giant knows what’s happening – he’s trapped!



JOSEPH GREER: Holy Shit Tommy! He’s got him! The Riot RACK!!!!!



The fans scream! Can it be!?? Can it finally be???



The monster roars out in pain!



TOMMY ONIONS: THIS….THIS can’t be!! It can’t be!



Tommy gets on his phone to sell off the crypto’s and buy back into RSW but it’s too late!



JOSEPH GREER: My god Tommy! How much can one man endure! Garmr still won’t submit!



TOMMY ONIONS: THIS is a Last Man Standing Match Greer! THERE are no submissions here! This hold is in tight! Riot is going to break his back! What a way for Garmr to go out – disrespected and treated like an animal by that no good Rob Riot! Shame! SHAME!!!!



JOSEPH GREER: Garmr is starting to fade! He is finally feeling the pain he’s inflicted on all those souls all these months! Justice has finally come!!



Riot continues to keep Garmr up in the Riot Rack, dropping to his knees but instead of releasing the hold as he normally would, standing back up and repeating it again, and again....repeatedly cracking Garmr's back over his tortured shoulders.... and at last the sounds of bones cracking in Garmr’s back can be heard.



Garmr screams, blood begins to run from the corners of his mouth…still he won’t ask for mercy…his head rolls back now and his face almost looks serene as he accepts his fate and in this final acceptance, he seems to almost look happy.



…and then Mr. Segomo steps forward from the crowd of onlookers and kicks Rob Riot in the stomach.



JOSEPH GREER: Oh come on – what is this???



Riot drops Garmr onto the ground and Shawna Savante stands over him and begins to count.



Garmr grins – his face a picture of torment and pain and he laughs almost crazily and he spits blood out of his mouth and tries to stand up. His back explodes in agony and before he can even get to a knee, he falls back down. He slams his fist down in frustration.



Shawna reaches FIVE…



Segomo hollers at Garmr to get up.



Garmr readies himself for another attempt as Rob Riot watches in disbelief…no one had ever taken more than two Riot Racks and remained conscious – let alone try to get up to continue the match.



Garmr falls back down again. His spine had cracked…disks had slipped…cartilage had been mashed…the damage was too extensive…even for him.



With one last roar – he falls forward from his knees onto his face and is done…



He hits the ground, beaten.



TEN!!!!



JOSEPH GREER: That’s it Tommy! It’s done! Rob Riot has done the impossible! The Giant has been fallen! Davis has slain Goliath! Buster Douglas has knocked out Mike Tyson!



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh for Fucks sake, Enough Greer! Never mind this! What about me! I’m ruined!



As Garmr lies down, a woman steps forward from the crowd that had surrounded the wrestlers.



TOMMY ONIONS: What’s this all about?



The woman kneels beside the fallen giant, tears in her eyes.



WOMAN: Garmr?



Garmr’s eye suddenly opens in full…it’s a look of utter and complete surprise…even SHOCK…and heartbreak…all at once.



He coughs up more blood as he rolls himself over. The Woman cradles the fallen warrior’s head in her arms and Garmr actually reaches out tenderly for the Woman’s face.



Rob Riot and Morcant Davis look at one another and then look at the scene unfolding before them in confusion.



THIS was certainly not the Garmr THEY knew…



GARMR: Shannon…is that….you?



TOMMY ONIONS: Garmr seems to know this woman Greer! Look at him…



JOSEPH GREER: I…can’t believe what I’m seeing…the giant is felled…and he’s actually smiling…in fact he seems overcome with joy? Who is this woman Tommy?



Segomo looks down at Garmr…and then the woman…



He feels disgust for Garmr…both because he lost and because of this scene before him…



He didn’t believe in happy endings like this. Those were for others. Not for him.



Not for Garmr.



AND most of all – NOT for Rob Riot.



Without any warning, he turns swiftly and blasts two fists directly into Rob Riot’s chest. Riot’s ribs absorb the bulk of the impact and crack slightly. The impact causes his internal organs to open and blood explodes out from his mouth – pushed up by the impact from inside him. Riot hits the ground, coughing, broken just like Morcant Davis and Shane Mitchell all that time ago.



JOSEPH GREER: No! God no! Where is Big Ass Hank!!!???



Garmr clamps down and with everything he’s got, he gets back to his knees and shields Shannon from the violence. Morcant Davis comes over…and actually helps Garmr to his feet.



Mr. Segomo seems to be attacking Rob Riot like a man possessed. Slams, punches, backbreakers…move after move.



Morcant grabs onto Garmr’s shoulder.



MORCANT DAVIS: YOU!! YOU make him stop!!!!



Garmr looks at Shannon…and then nods to Davis. He hobbles over to where Segomo is standing, and puts a hand on the young man’s shoulder.



GARMR: STOP….let it go Mr. Segomo….it’s…not worth it…the violence…it will make you….into this….



Garmr stares at his hands.



SEGOMO: STOP? Are you kidding? After how long I’ve been waiting?? After the promises you’ve made me…and now here HE IS at last brought to heel!! YOU WON’T DENY ME me this!!!!



Segomo takes off his mask revealing a young man with long hair.



GARMR: Mr.SEGOMO….please…



Segomo looks at Garmr, from head to toe like one would look at Roadkill.



SEGOMO: Was it all a lie? All your words…your teachings? You disgust me!!! You lose to this…this thing who abandoned me! Left me and mother with nothing!!! All that pain I suffered to be ready for this moment…and now you ask me to let it all go?? There is no letting go! Not now! Not ever!!!!!



Segomo’s eyes run with tears and his face twists and contorts into pure rage and hurt.



Segomo lifts his boot over Rob Riot’s face and measures the killing blow…



Riot looks into Segomo’s eyes and then all at once – he sees it....



and he understands…



...and now he truly understands all that talk Garmr had been saying about how it didn’t matter if he won…that his victory was assured before he ever stepped into an RSW ring.



Rob Riot’s heart broke. He lays his head back, letting out a cry of pure misery.



SEGOMO: That’s right…it’s me….DAD.



Garmr had FOUND SAMMY years ago!!!



He had been training his own SON to use against him!!!! Feeding him lies and hate…



The Giant had won after all…



Segomo brings down his boot…



GARMR: SAMMY! NOOOO!!!!!



With his last energy, he dives forward and manages to tackle Sammy. Sammy’s boot just misses crushing the bridge of Riot’s nose into his brain. This act of valor does not come without a cost and as Garmr hits the ground again, he lands on his already injured back and it cracks again – this time it’s a louder, deeper crack and suddenly Garmr’s twitching legs go still…



SHANNON: NO!!!



She runs over to Garmr.



JOSEPH GREER: WHAT IN THE WORLD!? Did you hear what Mr Segomo said? Look at him, Tommy! Look at the eyes! The hair....that.....it has to be, doesn't it? That has to be Sammy! That has to be Riot's son!



TOMMY ONIONS: Sweet. Fucking. Jesus.



JOSEPH GREER: Samuel Hill.....Rob Riot's missing son. After all these years, and then this? Oh my....oh my God. I don't know what to say. I have no idea what to say. I'm shocked. This lace is shocked. The whole world has to be shocked. Segomo was Samuel Hill. Segomo was what was waiting for Rob Riot, all this time.



Riot simply stares into the lights in the rafters. His body is battered, but his mind has snapped.



Sammy gets back to his feet and starts to move forward when from the sides, he is attacked by the late arriving Mr. Chow, Mr. Kent, Mr. Crosious and the Shoe Shiner. Morcant Davis stands in front of Rob Riot in the event Segomo gets through them…but it’s not necessary as Big Ass Hank and his security detail also arrive. Collectively they push back and overwhelm Sammy.



Sammy is escorted out of the arena, screaming – his voice full of rage.



Morcant offers a hand and Rob Riot finally takes it. The former 4 Time champion helps Riot up. He helps carry right over to where Garmr is. The Giant is lapsing in and out of consciousness as he’s loaded onto a stretcher by the EMT’s for transport to the nearest hospital. Shannon and the EMT’s take him away.



JOSEPH GREER: Tommy, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything like what I saw here tonight. Where do we go from here? Garmr seriously injured and maybe even paralysed, Sammy finally revealed to be alive but brainwashed and trained by ‘The Whole’…what happens now? Will Riot be able to reconcile with him? Or will Sammy be back to continue Garmr’s work…or have we seen the last of him? And what of Morcant Davis here tonight? Is this a precursor to something bigger? Can the 4 Time world Champion be considering a comeback??? A lot of questions Tommy and I don’t have the answers. I guess time will tell…normally this would be the show capper but we’ve got a WORLD TITLE MATCH still to go! Let’s get to that now. I....oh wow. RSW, and Rob Riot, may be changed forever.

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JOSEPH GREER: If we can put what we just saw behind us....are you ready for it?



TOMMY ONIONS: I am, I think. D seems to be too.



In amongst all the confusion at ringside, 'D' has made his way down to the ring for his match. He stands in the ring looking around the arena. The crowd is mixed in reaction to him. He is dressed ready for the war that is to come.



JOSEPH GREER: This is definitely going to be extreme. All three of the guys in this match are not known for holding back.



TOMMY ONIONS: I remember watching Nocturnal back in the day. He can get extreme. Real extreme.



'D' looks up at the cage and nods his head.



The RioTron cuts to black, at the middle of the screen there appears to be a discolouration. Focusing slowly, the discoloured section fades in slowly forming ‘The Massacre Maker’ in white.



BOB MOONEY: And hailing from Detroit Michigan. Weighing in at three hundred and seventy six pounds, he is ’The Massacre Maker’, Dylan Erickson!



No pyro explodes; no music heralds the giant former Anarchy Champion. The seven foot monster simply steps through the curtain to a chorus of boos.



JOSEPH GREER: Sometimes they like him, other times they boo him out of the arena.



TOMMY ONIONS: That might be down to who he used to associate himself with Joseph.



JOSEPH GREER: True story.



He walks down to the ring with a smirk on his face and climbs in under the bottom rope. He goes to the nearest turnbuckle and raises his right arm in the air egg on the crowds boos, then jumps down and mentally prepares himself for the match ahead.



BOB MOONEY: And finally the one, the only........Nocturnal!



The Big Screen comes to life with just static. The static seems to zoom back, revealing a television. A small blonde haired girl, Heather O'Rourke, sits looking at the television. She seems mesmerized by the static on her television. Craig T. Nelson and Jo Beth Williams are standing behind her. She slowly raises her hands and places them on the screen of the television.



CRAIG T. NELSON: Carol Anne, what is it, honey?



JO BETH WILLIAMS: Baby, are you ok?



The girl slowly turns her head back to them.



HEATHER O'ROURKE (Carol Anne): They're here...



Deep shadow covers the screen.



Parts of the screen slowly lighten up to reveal what appears to be a silhouette.



In darkness, a blood curdling cacophony: the squeal of unoiled winches, the rasp of hooks and razors being sharpened; and worse, and the howl of tormented souls. Above this din one particular victim yells for mercy with a mixture of tears and roars of rage.



Now the Screen is awash in people, crawling, scrabbling, and shambling masses, some of them moving in reverse. A sound like moaning accompanies them. The picture switches again. A figure stands upon a shore, its face shrouded. It points accusingly, not towards the screen, but at something unseen off to one side. The insect-like screeching sounds louder.



On the screen is a close up of an eye. Inside that eye is the sentence reflected in reverse: "Your Worse Nightmare Is Back." The eye blinks once, twice. The word remains. Suddenly the lights go out. Suddenly the screen seems to clear, what looks like the moon appears on it. Chanting begins from what seems nowhere.



It's not the moon at all, they realize. The shape is round like a full moon, but it seems to be made up of thin ribbons of cloud streaking against a night sky. And there's a face, we see, a face hidden in shadows, looking down from above. The picture has a grainy look to it as it changes. The scene is of a young girl sitting in a chair in a straight-jacket behind her stood to her left is a Doctor. The nerve-wracking grating as if of some giant metallic insect sounds in the background, but the young girl doesn't seem to notice. The Doctor stood to the left of the girl suddenly changes position from the left part of the picture, to the right. Almost instantly the Doctor returns to its original position, but in that one moment in its changed location we see a huge man with a shadow covering his face. The young girl turns towards where that figure stood, and smiles.



The screen next becomes a twitching, undulating impenetrable sea of the kanji characters used in the Japanese language. The viewers can pick out only a few things recognizable in English:



"Run whilst you still can."



Now the screen is awash in people, crawling, scrabbling, and shambling masses, some of them moving in reverse. A sound like moaning accompanies them. The picture switches again. A figure stands upon a shore, its face shrouded. It points accusingly, not towards the screen, but at something unseen off to one side. The insect-like screeching sounds louder.



On the big screen is a close up on inhuman, alien-looking eye. Inside that eye a single word is reflected in reverse: Pain. The eye blinks once, twice. The word remains. It changes and we see a long shot of an outdoor, swimming pool, the man with the shadows for a face is swimming in it and the straight jacket young girl sits by it.



The stadium drops into darkness as this weird movie is playing out on the big screen. Suddenly pyros explode in front of the big screen, as the fans literally jump from the shock. The roving arm of the overhead camera picks out people in the crowd. As they realize there on the screen they hold the signs higher. Orange strobes cut around the arena as blue smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way. The whole top of the entrance way bursts into a circle of flames.



Slowly rising directly through the flames in a huge throne; the throne seems to be made of title belts all fused together with heat forming the chair itself. Sitting atop the throne is a monster criss-crossed from head to toe with the scars of a thousand battles. Upon his head is a mask. There is a woman laid across his lap.



JOSEPH GREER: OH MY GOD! She’s back!!!



The throne rises fully onto the ramp way. It is none other than the Sadistic Bastard, Nocturnal and Aurora Deadwood. Nocturnal then raises his massive arms above his head in an age-old gesture of defiance and supremacy as phosphorus flames blast in twin columns to the heavens behind the throne. Flames surround the throne.



JOSEPH GREER: Wait, that’s not Aurora! Who is she?



TOMMY ONIONS: She sure does look like her.



JOSEPH GREER: I’m getting word from the back that it’s Rose, Aurora’s twin sister.



TOMMY ONIONS: She’s the spitting image of her sister.



He sits motionless, emotionless. Then on some unseen signal they launch themselves forward into the flames without a seconds thought, their dark eyes glaze over. Nocturnal stands with his arms outstretched like a crucifixion; Flames lick around his head and engulfs his clothing, yet he emerges from the other side unscathed with Rose. "Narcissistic Cannibal" by Korn starts blaring out.



Laughing sadistically as he slowly walks towards the ring ignoring the cheers from the crowd. Nocturnal, dressed in a retro "SIX" T-shirt. As he passes a camera he stops and looks directly into the lens. He has the look of an arrogant champion on his face. Rose skips to the ring behind him.



Nocturnal climbs between the ropes and strides to the far side of the ring. Climbing the turnbuckle he lifts his arms up high to the cheers of the crowd. Flash bulbs blink from all around the arena catching this moment in history.



He gets down and looks around and looks at Rose. With one hand, reaches up to the mask and pulls it free. His face is pale and drawn; his cheeks are covered in scars and intricate arcane designs. He nods his head and stands in the middle of the ring as pyros explode behind him. He embraces Rose and slaps her on the ass as she exits the ring.



JOSEPH GREER Oh we are definitely going to be shocked tonight.



TOMMY ONIONS: I like emo chicks.



JOSEPH GREER: You like all chicks.



Nocturnal grabs hold off the ropes and starts shaking them. He points to the sky as the crowd cheer. All three member stand looking at each other in the ring as the Cell is slowly lowered into place around the ring. Dylan keeps his eyes fixed firmly on D as the referee places the padlock on the door; Nocturnal keeps looking around at the cell structure, clearly a little nervous. D doesn't even bat an eyelid, he points at the RSW World Heavyweight Title belt which is hanging from the rafters and points at himself. The Referee checks that the door is secure and then rolls into the ring, he signals for the bell. Dylan and D walk to the middle of the ring; they go chest to chest and stare into each other’s eyes. D is the first to blink and Dylan immediately hits him with a right hand, D comes back with right hands of his own and the two men exchange right hands in the middle of the ring. Dylan being the better brawler wins the fist fight and begins to knock D into the corner with right hands; Nocturnal leans on the ropes and just looks on with a sadistic grin on his face.



TOMMY ONIONS: Nocturnal seems to be waiting for the others to burn themselves out Joseph.



JOSEPH GREER: That’s a veteran trick.



TOMMY ONIONS: And none are more of a veteran than him, other than maybe Devin Stone or Apathy.



JOSEPH GREER: You don’t talk about a ladies age.



TOMMY ONIONS (Looking at the camera): Sorry………Devin!



D and Dylan immediately lock up and D gets the upper hand by applying an arm bar. D twists the arm around and he drives his elbow into his arm many times and then he twists it again. Nocturnal watches on as D takes it to Dylan. D keeps his lock on the arm of Dylan and then he whips him into the ropes and as Dylan comes running back D catches him with a sleeper hold. D keeps the move locked in on Dylan and keeps his oxygen supply cut off. Dylan slowly fades but Nocturnal goes up and kicks D in the ribs and knocks D off of Dylan. Nocturnal hits D in the face with a few forearms and then he whips D into the ropes and he goes for a dropkick but D holds onto the ropes and Nocturnal hits nothing but air and crashes down to the mat.



JOSEPH GREER: Quick thinking by D there.



TOMMY ONIONS: The guy's a ninja. I heard he did some ninja moves at an RTA last week. Got out of the way and left his buddy to meet the reaper. Real nice guy.



Dylan goes over to D and he punches D in the face and D hits Dylan back and then two continue this process until Dylan rakes D in the eyes and he knee's him in the stomach. Dylan smashes D face off of his knee and then he clotheslines him over the top rope and D hits the ground.



JOSEPH GREER: Oh, what are they going to do now?



Nocturnal hits Dylan in the back and then he turns him around and he gets him in a snap mare take down. Nocturnal picks Dylan back up and he kicks him in the stomach and Dylan keels over and then Nocturnal hits him in the face with a boot that knocks Dylan down to the mat. D gets up on the outside and he slowly climbs back into the ring. Nocturnal kicks Dylan up and he hits him in the chest with some big chops and then he pushes him back into the corner and he holds onto the ropes and he kicks Dylan in the abdomen until D sneaks up behind Nocturnal and he grabs him around the waist and connects with a snap German suplex. D then goes over to Dylan and he drives his hip into the stomach of Dylan and then he punches him in the face and he whips Dylan into the opposite corner. Dylan crashes into the corner and D runs at him but Dylan gets his boot up and he slams it into the face of D. Dylan grabs D and he pulls him up to his feet and he grabs his head like he is going to get him in a spinning neck breaker but he grabs his arm and lifts it up and Nocturnal gets in some cheap shots to the ribs of D and still holding the arm of D, Dylan delivers the spinning neck breaker. Dylan grabs him and he smashes his head into the top turnbuckle and Nocturnal falls backwards and Dylan runs at him and knocks him down to the mat with a clothesline.



D goes to the outside of the ring and he pulls out a chair from the side of the cage. In the ring Dylan grabs Nocturnal and he picks him up in the air in a suplex position but D runs into the ring and he hits Dylan in the back with the chair. Dylan drops Nocturnal and his back thrives in pain. Dylan turns around to D and D cracks the chair over the skull of Dylan.



TOMMY ONIONS: D's the first to get extreme.



JOSEPH GREER: It was only a matter of time.



D lifts Nocturnal up onto his feet dragging him out of the ring, and then onto his shoulder, he then runs and drives him face first into the wall of the cell. D picks up Nocturnal again and again drives him face first into the cell wall with him on shoulder; Nocturnal gets up, his forehead now bleeding rapidly. D sees this and now rakes the forehead of Nocturnal along the wall of the cell, opening up the wound even more. He then backs away, before slamming Nocturnal's head into the wall of the cell; Nocturnal falls to the floor. D grabs a steel chair and climbs to the apron, and then to the 2nd rope. He then dives off with a Flying Chair/Elbow to Nocturnal, creating a loud crack of steel and bone.



JOSEPH GREER: Ouch! That’s got to hurt.



TOMMY ONIONS: Not as much as you think Joey. You need to be a professional athlete like me.



JOSEPH GREER: You appear in one matcg, helping Windsor win by cheating, and you think you’re a professional wrestler?



Nocturnal staggers up to his feet. D whips him hard into the cell wall, Nocturnal bounces off and then D clotheslines him down.



TOMMY ONIONS: This is starting to get brutal for Nocturnal.



JOSEPH GREER: He might be wanting to change his mind about using that wish.



Dylan is starting to get to his feet in the ring. D brings Nocturnal back up to his feet and whips him into the wall again, and again clotheslines him down as he bounces off. D picks Nocturnal up and goes for it a third time, but this time Nocturnal ducks the clothesline and then hits a Hangman's Neck breaker. Both men then stay down. Dylan rolls out and grabs a kendo stick off of the cell wall. He smashes it across D's back and then follows up on Nocturnal. Noticing a Table he sets it up. He then starts to walk around the ring towards a ladder to get the belt. It is D who recovers first however and he grabs Nocturnal as he is getting up and runs and slams him face first into the cell wall. He stops him from falling over and slams him into the cell wall next to the table set up by Dylan. Nocturnal bounces off and sprawls onto the table. D climbs on the table and motions for a Pile driver, but as he reaches down to pick up Nocturnal, Nocturnal hits him with a low blow. He then grabs D and delivers a Jumping Pile driver through the table.



JOSEPH GREER: Now that has definitely got to hurt.



TOMMY ONIONS: For all concerned. Yes.



Both men stay down for a few moments. Nocturnal then starts to throw away the metal and wood around him and gets to his feet. He leaves D and goes over to the padlocked door. He shakes the door. But it doesn't budge. He calls the referee over and seems to ask him to unlock the door. Nocturnal grabs him by the throat and threatens to beat the shit out of him if he doesn't. The referee still refuses so Nocturnal lets him go and then turns away, seemingly going after D, but then he turns around and smashes the referee with a straight right hand. Nocturnal then beats the referee down with hard right hands; he then aggressively pulls him up to his feet and rakes his face across the cell wall. He then slams his head into the cell. Nocturnal then searches him and finds the keys to the padlock. Nocturnal unlocks the padlock and tries to open the door, but it doesn't budge. He looks around and sees two bolts at top and bottom. Nocturnal undoes the bolts and opens the door. EMT's are rushing down the sides of the ramp. Nocturnal staggers through the door and starts to head up the ramp, as the EMT's go through and give some medical help to the fallen referee.



TOMMY ONIONS: Where's Nocturnal off to?



JOSEPH GREER: Don't ask me. But it might be to get medical attention for the blood loss?



Dylan spots him and gives chase. He catches Nocturnal with a clothesline knocking the bloody Nocturnal down. Dylan slings Nocturnal over his shoulder and walks towards the back. Dylan stops when he gets to the top and puts Nocturnal's head between his legs and lifts him high for a power bomb but Nocturnal somehow manages to fight back and begins punching Dylan in the head over and over. Nocturnal slides down off of Dylan and kicks him in the back. Dylan turns around and runs at Nocturnal and chases him to the back. Dylan throws the curtains back as he goes after Nocturnal, and Nocturnal slams a trash can over his head making him a little dizzy. Nocturnal runs and jumps off of a railing at Dylan and both men slam through a door behind where Dylan is standing. Nocturnal lands on top of Dylan after slamming him through the door and they end up in the main part of the arena. Nocturnal continues his assault on Dylan by lifting another garbage can above his head and slamming it down on top of him spilling its contents all over the ground. Nocturnal jumps from side to side as he watches Dylan crawl on his hands and knees. Someone throws a beer bottle into the action and it lands near Dylan. Dylan grabs it and slowly gets to his feet and turns quickly smashing the beer bottle on top of Nocturnal's head, but it isn't enough to send the guy down. The two lock up and Dylan easily gets the upper hand. Nocturnal pushes a shopping trolley at Dylan almost taking out the camera man in the process.



JOSEPH GREER: These guys better get back to the Cell quickly, D seems to be rising.



TOMMY ONIONS: What a waste of a beer.



Nocturnal picks up the shopping trolley and puts Dylan in it and punches him in the face a few times. With a smile on his face Nocturnal pushes Dylan towards a small set of stairs and pushes it as hard as he can over it throwing Dylan from it and wrecking the shopping trolley. Dylan slowly pulls himself under a covered table as Nocturnal continues to go after him. Dylan comes out on the opposite side of the table and grabs a mop that's nearby. Nocturnal sticks his head out from under the table and Dylan breaks the wooden part of the mop in half over Nocturnal's head. Dylan slides over the top of the table as Nocturnal lies on the ground holding his head. Dylan grabs a poster of Rob Riot that has a glass frame, shakes his head and brings it back like a baseball bat as Nocturnal slowly stands up. Nocturnal turns around and Dylan smashes the glass poster over Nocturnal's head but he remains standing groggily and bloody but still standing. Dylan notices on a nearby monitor that D is crawling towards a ladder in the ring. He turns and starts to run back towards the ring area leaving Nocturnal where he's standing.



TOMMY ONIONS: Looks like Dylan has noticed D.



JOSEPH GREER: Here he comes now.



Dylan comes running down the ramp way, enters the cell and slides into the ring. D notices him and quickly grabs him and executes a back suplex. He eyes one of the chairs at ringside and rolls out to grab it. D climbs up top from the apron with the chair in hand. As Dylan stands up, D leaps off the top rope with the chair but Dylan drops down at the last moment and the chair doesn't connect. Dylan stands up quickly but D throws the chair at him. Dylan catches it on instinct and D dropkicks it into his face. Dylan staggers back, stunned, but does not go down. D takes him down with a swinging neck breaker and then grabs the ladder.



TOMMY ONIONS: It looks like D's ready to make a run at the title belt now.



JOSEPH GREER: D would make a cool Champion.



TOMMY ONIONS: Like Frank Windsor was?



D climbs up the ladder as Dylan struggles to stand up. Suddenly D looks over his shoulder at Dylan and then leaps back for a clothesline. The crowd pops huge as the move connects but the cheers turn to boos as Dylan manages to catch D and then gives him a running power slam and drives him through the table on the outside of the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: Holy shit!!! I can't believe it! D’s attempt has seriously backfired!



JOSEPH GREER: Dylan is awesome!!!



Dylan rolls out of the ring and grabs 2 of the 6 foot ladders, sliding them into the ring. He then grabs another table and slides it in as well. He starts to climb in but then grabs yet another table and slides it in as well.



TOMMY ONIONS: What the hell is he up to?



JOSEPH GREER: I don't know, but I have a feeling D's going to be really hurting after this.



TOMMY ONIONS: This is wrestling not construction.



Dylan rams D's head into the turnbuckle, keeping him disoriented. He then sets up the 2 ladders and maneuverer’s one of the tables onto them, forming a bridge. He grabs the second table and sets it up beneath the bridge. Dylan grabs D and uses a vertical suplex to put D atop the table/ladder bridge. He then climbs up with him and signals to the crowd that he's going to finish D off. He grabs D and pulls him up into a standing head scissors. The crowd comes to their feet as Dylan positions himself to power bomb D through the lower table.



TOMMY ONIONS: This is going to kill D!!!!



The crowd pops huge as Dylan lifts D up for the power bomb; the cheers grow even louder as D suddenly shifts his weight in mid-air, turning the power bomb into a hurricanrana, sending Dylan crashing through the table with a deafening crack of the wooden table. D holds his arms as the crowds cheer. He rolls out of the ring and pulls off a barbed wire baseball bat off of the cage wall. Sliding back into the ring D stands over Dylan again and signals for one of his specials, D raises the bat and smacks Dylan in the face a couple of times cutting Dylan open under the nose and eye. Dylan holds his face in pain as D taunts him. D lifts up Dylan and pokes him in the stomach with the bat following up with a shot to the back. Dylan gets himself back up with help of the ropes and ducks a top rope bat shot attempt from D. D crashes down beside Dylan as he hits the mat hard after missing the shot. Dylan lifts up D and stands him up straight. Dylan hammers him with an onslaught of punches and chops each one more painful than the last. D gets to his feet. Dylan walks over to D but gets a low blow from D’s bat. Dylan hits the mat hard holding himself as D kicks him and taunts him.



JOSEPH GREER: Man that's got to hurt....Barbwire Baseball bat low blow????



While D is taunting Dylan, Nocturnal runs down the ramp way. He has some wire cutters in hand. He starts to climb the cell from the outside. D spots him and goes to the outside as well.



JOSEPH GREER: What's he up to?



TOMMY ONIONS: Duh, wire cutters, steel mesh roof of cell?



Nocturnal gets to the top and sees D climbing behind him. He quickly hurries over to the other side of the cell. D climbs over and literally runs across the cell to Nocturnal and grabs him as he is trying to climb down. D tries to push Nocturnal off the edge of the cell. He hits him with a right hand, and Nocturnal flails backwards, holding on with only one hand, he swings back and gets hit with a second right hand, and flails about again. This time Nocturnal comes back and gets in a right hand to D. He then decides to climb up to the top of the cell. D quickly grabs Nocturnal and tosses him overhead with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. Nocturnal lands hard on the roof, it sags beneath his weight as he bounces off it. D pulls Nocturnal up and slams his head into the pyramid-like frame structure on the top of the cell, for raising and lowering it. D then turns Nocturnal around and delivers a Neck breaker on the top of the cell. D then stalks around Nocturnal, deciding what to do next. He rolls Nocturnal over and then pushes his foot into his head and rakes it across the roof of the cell. He then bends down and repeatedly bangs Nocturnal's head into the roof of the cell. D pulls Nocturnal up to his feet and lets him stagger around the top of the cell for a second. He then lifts Nocturnal up in the air and lets him fall onto the cell roof from as high as he can get him; seemingly trying to break the roof of the cell. He doesn't succeed this time. He is undeterred however and pulls Nocturnal up to his feet again and lifts him up in the air and again tries to break the roof of the cell using Nocturnal's body. The roof sags, but it doesn't give way. D then walks over to the edge of the cell and looks over. He smiles and walks back towards Nocturnal, he picks him up and runs towards the edge of the cell, looking to throw him off, but right at the edge Nocturnal dives down onto his stomach and pushes D who goes flying off the edge of the cell and crashes through the announcers table down below.



TOMMY ONIONS: Shit!!!!



JOSEPH GREER: Can anyone hear me? Is my microphone working?



Nocturnal gets to his feet on the top of the cell and looks around. Everyone in the crowd is on their feet, staring at the fallen D, who doesn't appear to be moving. The referee is slowly getting to his feet in the Cage.



TOMMY ONIONS: Are we on?



JOSEPH GREER: I think so.



TOMMY ONIONS: Where was I? Oh yes. HOLY SHIT!!!!



JOSEPH GREER: I can't agree with the phrasing, but I agree with the sentiment. One moment we are commentating on the match, the next we have D's body falling towards us. This match is surely over now. They've got to call this, referee down, Dylan down, D dead by the look of him....wait, WHAT!?



TOMMY ONIONS: HE SAT UP!! HE SAT UP!!!!



JOSEPH GREER: What the Hell? D just sat up!!!



TOMMY ONIONS: I just said that, didn’t you hear me?



Nocturnal is watching over the edge of the cell and he jumps back about three feet and falls on his ass when he sees D sit up. Nocturnal stands up and walks to the edge of the Cage. Looking down at D who has fallen backwards onto the wreck of the announce table. He crosses himself and then launches himself off of the top of the Cage with a senton bomb upon D.



CROWD: Holy Shit!!!! Holy Shit!!!!!!



TOMMY ONIONS: D and Nocturnal have both got to be dead. Got to be. That was suicide.



Dylan looks up at the roof of the Cage spying the title belt. He goes to get one of the ladders from earlier but it is mangled from action earlier in the match. He turns and just manages to pull his arms up as a bloody Nocturnal swings the ring bell at his head. Both men lie on the mat motionless as the crowd stamps their feet and claps theirs hands, cheering all the while; the referee checks on both men and signals to the camera that they seem to be okay. Dylan gets to his feet first and pulls Nocturnal up. He drops him again with a double under hook DDT and then looks out at the crowd, eliciting extremely loud cheers from them. Dylan quickly steps out onto the apron and leaps up onto the top rope. Flash bulbs pop all over the arena as Dylan leaps and connects with a senton bomb on Nocturnal.



TOMMY ONIONS: He can't do that!! That's what Nocturnal just did on D!! Dammit!! That's gimmick infringement or something!!



JOSEPH GREER: We need medical attention out here for these guys. I cannot believe this match is still going, this is lunacy.



Dylan stands up and sets a ladder up under the title belt. He begins to climb it but halfway up he clutches at his ribs.



JOSEPH GREER: Uh oh...it looks like he may have injured his ribs on that last move.



TOMMY ONIONS: Good! Serves the SOB right for using that move.



Nocturnal stands up, also clutching his ribs and his eyes widen upon spying Dylan climbing up the ladder. He takes a step forward, but then drops to one knee as his ribs twinge. Up on the ladder, Dylan stops momentarily as well. Nocturnal sees this and quickly strides over to Dylan. He turns to face the crowd and then reaches up and grabs Dylan by the waist. He pulls Dylan down into a sit-down power bomb. Dylan's head bounces off the mat as a result of the move and he appears out of it.



JOSEPH GREER: Both are down again!!



TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah. Yeah!! But D’s slowly rising!!!



Nocturnal starts to climb the ladder, but then looks down at Dylan lying on the mat. He pulls Dylan up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry and then drives him into the canvas with the Face of Chaos V1.



JOSEPH GREER: That's old school Nocturnal.



TOMMY ONIONS: That’s his finishing move from back in the day!



Nocturnal grabs a chair, rams it into Dylan's ribs, and then lays it on top of him. He then rolls out of the ring and grabs a 10 foot ladder and brings it into the ring. He sets the ladder up and then begins to climb it. Just as he reaches the top, Nocturnal looks down at Dylan and gives the thumbs down to the crowd. Nocturnal leaps from the ladder and nails another senton bomb.



JOSEPH GREER: He connects!!



D rolls in but is met by a shot with the ladder knocking him flying. Dylan stands up, revealing another cut on his forehead. The camera pans down to reveals that Nocturnal is literally pouring blood then it shows a shot of D who doesn't seem to know where he is. Dylan begins climbing the ladder as quickly as he can, but must stop every couple of steps to wipe the blood from his eyes. The crowd booing as Dylan nears the top. Dylan steps on the third to last rung and begins reaching for the title belt. Suddenly the crowd begins cheering as Nocturnal is seen climbing up on the opposite side. Dylan reaches down and swats at Nocturnal, but Nocturnal catches his hand and shoves Dylan backward. Dylan grabs onto the ladder and maintains his vantage point. Nocturnal levels up with Dylan and the two begin trading lefts and rights. Nocturnal is stunned by a stinging jab from Dylan. Dylan reaches back for a roundhouse but suddenly Nocturnal ducks under it, grabs Dylan by the neck, and throws him off the ladder, with Dylan's throat connecting with the top rope.



JOSEPH GREER: This is just brutality. We are seeing years coming off all three men's careers here. No human body is intended to take this kind of punishment!



TOMMY ONIONS: We don't agree on much, but we agree on that!



Nocturnal climbs up one more rung and then reaches up to retrieve the title belt. In an amazing feat of stamina and determination, Dylan manages to crawl back over to the ladder and push it over, sending Nocturnal out of the ring and through a table. Dylan, D and Nocturnal are out of it but struggling to come around. Nocturnal drags himself back into the ring under the bottom rope. Across the ring, Dylan begins setting up one of the ladders and Nocturnal does the same after a few moments. D seems to be just sat their staring into space. They begin to climb up and once again meet each other, this time on the separate ladders. Dylan gains the advantage and places Nocturnal in a front face lock. Dylan then signals for an Upside Down Face lock DDT, but suddenly D pushes the ladder Nocturnal is on!



He falls out of the ring but the ladder bounces back and hits D in the head knocking him down. Nocturnal's right leg ends up tangled in the ropes and he struggles to get loose as Dylan sneers down at him and D, looks up at the title...



and grabs it to win the match!



DING DING DING!



DYLAN ERICKSON WINS!



DYLAN ERICKSON IS THE RIOT STAR WRESTLING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!



JOSEPH GREER: Dylan has done it! Dylan has done it! He was the outsider with every bookmaker in the world, but he's done it!



The whole crowd is on their feet giving all three wrestlers a standing ovation.



JOSEPH GREER: How will we ever top this? What an incredible performance. What a night. What a victory for Dylan Erickson!



TOMMY ONIONS: I'm done Greer, I've seen too much! How about we follow this up with some beers, a hot tub and some local ladies?



Bob Mooney makes it official.



BOB MOONEY: And your winner... and the new RSW World Heavyweight champion... Dylan Erickson!!!



Nocturnal slowly tries to get to his feet as the cage rises. Dylan cautiously slides out of the ring, embracing the belt, and backs up the rampway, hoisting his new prize high above his head. D is using the ropes to pull himself up. He turns and looks at Nocturnal who is stood in the middle of the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: Are they going to fight again? They both lost, there isn't a second place prize to fight for!



At top of the ramp way a group of figures appear. They are all dress in black SWAT like clothes with balaclavas cover their faces. They slowly walk down the ramp way, completely ignoring Dylan Erickson, who stares at them in confusion.



TOMMY ONIONS: Who are these guys?



The boos get louder.



D drops to one knee as the battle has taken a lot out of him. Nocturnal helps him roll under the ropes and stands back up and looks at the group. They enter the ring and one of them gets right in Nocturnal’s face.



TOMMY ONIONS: D is leaving Nocturnal to be attacked by these guys?



JOSEPH GREER: Why should he help him?



Almost seeming to hear Greer’s question, D stops in his tracks and rolls back into the ring.



JOSEPH GREER: He going back! He’s actually going back to help Nocturnal!



Pulling himself to his feet on almost will alone, the moment D reaches his feet he’s swarmed by three of the masked men.



TOMMY ONIONS: And that’s what he gets Greer, I don’t see Nocturnal rushing to help him.



Nocturnal is face to face with the apparent leader of the pack.



The three men drag a near completely exhausted D to his feet, two set him up…



JOSEPH GREER: Powerbomb to the outside! D is out! He might be seriously hurt!



Nocturnal looks away from the figure and then erupts with a volley of hard right hands. The figure blocks a shot from his assailant and fights back with some punches of his own. He pummels Nocturnal into a turnbuckle and then elbows him repeatedly across the temple. He kicks Nocturnal in the gut and struggles with him into the middle of the ring. The man runs off of the ropes but Nocturnal tackles him to the ground and clamps on a leg lock. Nocturnal let’s go of the figure and leaves the ring. Nocturnal raises his arms as he heads up the ramp. He turns to face the ring and raises his arms again but he is forced to the grilled floor of the stage. Standing over the Nocturnal is a monster of a man. He is nearly seven feet tall and his face is obscured under a hood.



JOSEPH GREER: What the hell are they doing out here? Security!!!



TOMMY ONIONS: But more importantly, who is that hooded monster?



The fans are shocked to see Nocturnal being handled like a rag doll. The monster kicks Nocturnal and sends him rolling down the ramp. At ringside he mounts some punches on Nocturnal and then tries to choke the life out of him. Security comes running down the ramp way trying to pry the monster off of Nocturnal but one of the other figures that attacked Nocturnal rolls out of the ring. One of the security is thrown into the steel steps and the others reluctantly back off. The monster lifts Nocturnal and throws him back into the ring. Both the monster and the other man follow Nocturnal. He looks as the monster removes some safety padding from a turnbuckle and the monster drives Nocturnal's skull into the exposed metal.



TOMMY ONIONS: What the hell is this?



The monster drives his finger-nails into the wound as he tries to further open up Nocturnal. The other man laughs next to the monster and motions for him to hit his finishing move. The monster lifts the bloodied Nocturnal on his shoulders in an electric chair sitting position and then takes hold of Nocturnal with one arm and pulls him over his shoulder and down to the mat while falling to a sit out position so that Nocturnal lands on his upper back and neck between his legs. The other people start kicking Nocturnal as the monster gets back up.



TOMMY ONIONS: Sweet shit!



JOSEPH GREER: Oh my god, this monster has taken it to Nocturnal. Get more security out here!



TOMMY ONIONS: We don't have any left!



The first figure picks Nocturnal up by the throat and lifts him up. He pulls off his hood.



JOSEPH GREER: WHAT IN THE WORLD!?



TOMMY ONIONS: It can’t be. Who would let him into this company!?



Stood looking directly into the bloodied face of a shocked Nocturnal is none other than Abdul bin Hussain. The rest of the group look at the top of the ramp way as the locker room empties and the roster come charging down to the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: Here comes the cavalry!



JOSEPH GREER: We now know who attacked the Family earlier.



Abdul drops Nocturnal down to the mat. Abdul leaves the ring quickly with the rest of them in tow. The unconscious Nocturnal is being carried out of the ring by the monster of the group. The roster swarms the ring as they leave through the crowd.



JOSEPH GREER: We don’t want Abdul bin Hussain in this company.



TOMMY ONIONS: We agree on that but one question , who was that big guy? And what are they going to do with Nocturnal?



JOSEPH GREER: That’s two.



TOMMY ONIONS: What? Anyway, we’ve got to celebrate our new RSW World Heavyweight Champion!



JOSEPH GREER: Yes, congratulations Dylan Erickson! Well done Dylan! What a night of drama here at Masquerade III. Dylan wins the big one, Rob Riot's son returns from the wilderness....as Garmr's protege....and now Abdul bin Hussain is here!? Folks, we're done for the evening and we're out of time. See you at Anarchy 36. For Tommy Onions, this is Joey Greer saying...see you next time!