Masquerade IV

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www.rsw-wrestling.com/rsw/television/masquerade-iv/

[Dave D-Flipz]

Damn that was a fun show man. Great work.

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The RSW Logo fills the screen. Slowly, images start to bleed through. Red swirls, white, black dots…..As more and more of the image bleeds through the logo the screen pans up to a Hell in a cell. A blood red sign on the side of its states “RSW’s presents Masquerade” on it in flaky paint. On the hoarding are various pictures of RSW superstars painted on them painted in the style of superheroes.



Quick cuts of various wrestlers from around the world flash onto the big screen. It’s a spectacle, and we see bits and snippets of it all, the finishers, the blows, the bloodshed, the brutality. The picture bleeds red until we see RSW’s World Heavyweight Championship Belt.



VOICE: Dreams have to begin somewhere so why not tonight?



Two wrestlers face off in the ring. The first one is slamming the other in the head over and over, with the second blow, blood starts to spray, but the first fighter doesn’t stop hitting, crazed look is in his eye, as the referee jumps in to stop him.



VOICE: The squared circle holds that beginning for those that enter it.



Shots of other wrestlers flash on the screen until it stop on another, going through a beautiful Tai Chi form. It is very peaceful and graceful. The form ends with a palm strike towards the screen, blacking it out. The ring lights up in a huge blood-red light.



VOICE: Welcome to Riot Star Wrestling. This is MASQUERADE!



A camera flies around the building, passed the stage where a hell in a cell is hanging from the ceiling; to the announce table eventually to the wrestling ring. It is surrounded by a mass of human debauchery; Piercing, tattoos, mingling with the weirdest fashions as they gather behind the barriers. The whole place is like a flaming mosh pit – bodies walk across heads of people while others get tossed and thrown. This crowd is determined to be a part of history. The first ever RSW pay per view from this country. The lights go out.



Spotlights cut through the murky darkness of the room while “Immigrant Song” by Led Zeppelin blares around it. The sound of the crowd, barely visible in the darkness, is a rumble in the darkness, not unlike the sound of an enraged animal.



They are cheering on Riot Star Wrestling’s Masquerade’s pay per view.



The camera pans to the ringside where we see Joseph Greer dressed in his suit and his broadcast partner Tommy Onions dressed in a colourful t-shirt and jeans.



JOSEPH GREER: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to our latest pay per view. Glad to see you have joined us, and hope you’ll enjoy yourselves here.



The lights come back on to reveal a bunch of hooded figures stood in middle of the ring. The smaller figure at the front pulls down her hood revealing herself to be Emily Koresh. She is dressed in what could only be described as a Victorian inspired S&M outfit with lots of flesh on display.



EMILY KORESH: Greetings and salutations ladies, gentlemen and those of you out there in television land yet to decide if they want some tackle swinging between their legs or not. My name is Emily Koresh and these fine young gentlemen standing behind me, they are my family. Firstly this monster right here is my cousin Caleb. He looks a bit weird but being over seven feet tall he doesn’t give a damn what you think. In days gone past we would have been in what you people call freak shows.



Caleb seems to have a form of regressive atavism, meaning that he has inherited traits of a reptile. His skin is hardened. Emily slaps Caleb on the back who doesn’t look too impressed at all with the proceedings. Then she motioned to one of the other man.



EMILY KORESH: And this ultimate specimen of Abilene meat. This is none other than one half of one of my other cousins, Cain. Don’t let the fact that he’s got one arm put you off. He is scary but hell, he’s my cousin.



Cain looks towards the camera. He seems to have originally been a conjoined twin but the second person has been cut away leaving a big scar where his arm should be.



EMILY KORESH: And we collectively are part of what is a special family. This is not all of us as we are everywhere. And I mean everywhere. We could be stood next to you in the line for the bus; we could be by you in the bar or even in the jail cell with you. Just don’t expect us to conform.



She smiles and looks around.



EMILY KORESH: But we’re not just here to introduce us to you, we’re here to introduce to you my brother to you………He is the two-time RSW World Heavyweight Champion………It is none other than the thirteen times World Heavyweight Champion of the world and one of the owners of this company, he is Nocturnal!!!!



The crowd, in warbled drunken, adrenalized unison, join Emily’s spiel.



That last syllable, chanted by Nocturnal’s dark minions and echoed no doubt, by millions upon millions in front of monitors in dens, living rooms, sports bars and less wholesome establishments across the world.



The crowd leans forward.



Then the lights in the arena dim. 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: “You’re Worse Nightmare Is Back.” The eye blinks once, twice. The word remains. “Narcissistic Cannibal” by Korn starts blaring out. Suddenly the lights go out. Suddenly the screen seems to clear, what looks like the moon appears on it.



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 arena 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 entranceway bursts into flames. A figure can be seen on the other side of the flames; he is dressed in black robes with the hood pulled up.



He pulls the hood down, dropping the robes to the floor revealing to the crowd who it is; then, raising his massive arms over his head in an age-old gesture of defiance and supremacy as phosphorus flames blast in twin columns to the heavens behind him.



He stands motionless, emotionless. Then on some unseen signal he launches himself forward into the flames without a seconds thought, his dark eyes glaze over. He stands with his arms outstretched like a crucifixion. Flames lick around his head and engulf his clothing, yet he emerges from the other side unscathed.



He slowly walks towards the ring holding his back ignoring the cheers from the crowd. Nocturnal, dressed in a “Sadistic Bastard” 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. He sees a sign which has on it “Nocturnal is our saviour” Nocturnal grabs it and holds it up to the camera.



JOSEPH GREER: Seems like Nocturnal wants to speak to his people.



TOMMY ONIONS: This is the first time he’s been back in a RSW ring in about a year.



JOSEPH GREER: What?



TOMMY ONIONS: Time to hang onto your ball sack Joseph.



He 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 before he grimaces. Flash bulbs blink from all around the arena catching this moment in history. He gets down and looks around he nods his head and stands in the middle of the ring and roars as pyros explode behind him and the rest of his family.



TOMMY ONIONS: The Koresh family are here in force. I wonder if Emily is single?



JOSEPH GREER: Are you going to ask her that?



The smoke clears in the ring, he leans over the ropes and grabs a microphone off of one of the ring crew. He returns to the centre of the ring tapping the microphone making sure it is working; He looks around the arena awaiting the people to be quiet so he can talk. He cocks his head to the side.



JOSEPH GREER: The owner is out here to speak.



TOMMY ONIONS: Ok Mister obvious.



NOCTURNAL: Thank you sis.



A chant of “Nocturnal” goes around the arena.



Nocturnal sadistically smiles as he limps around the ring.



A cheer goes up.



NOCTURNAL: So the Innovator of Darkness is back in a RSW ring? A lot has changed whilst we’ve been gone. Rob Riot, retired. Morcant Davis, AWOL. Ruby Walsh, AWOL. PT Merciless, dead……..sort of. Any way the Sadistic Bastard has returned with his family to bring back the entertainment to the company that has been lost in the last few years.



Nocturnal smirks.



NOCTURNAL: They say that we are a degenerate bunch of murderers, psychos and cannibals but nothing has been proven. But now we are supposedly in Riot Star Wrestling having new saviours taking over from the Koresh Family. Well Awoken or whatever moniker that you have hung on your dressing room this is for you.



The fans go crazy as Nocturnal approaches the camera and sends a middle-finger across the world.



A laugh goes up around the arena.



NOCTURNAL: Everyone is scared of me? A lot of the locker room is now especially as I’ve got some power. As this is my first pay per view back and I’m not going to be wrestling in MY ring so I have to pass the torch and make it special.



He looks into the camera and smiles.



NOCTURNAL: We’ve booked an amazing main event. Have you seen it? Lucky for both Shane and D I was busy so couldn’t referee their Hell in a Cell match, I’ve left that job to Esmeralda. This is a match for the ages and a way to get us back on the right track. And if ANYONE interferes in that match will feel my wrath.



He walks around the ring.



NOCTURNAL: Also the Filth Factory put not only their reputations but this company’s reputation on the line when they challenge for the XHF Tag Championship. Let’s see if they are not blowing hot air and see if they are for real.



He pauses.



NOCTURNAL: We will fight fire with fire; it will be their baptism of flames. So let’s see what they can bring to the squared circle.



He throws the microphone to the mat and rolls out of the ring with the rest of the collective. As they walk up the ramp way Nocturnal seems to be surprised that he’s getting a few chants of “Nocturnal”



JOSEPH GREER: Ladies, gentlemen, mark this time, remember where you were when you switch on your laptops, get onto your face book, twitter or whatever social network you are on and say that you saw when Nocturnal returned to RSW and the boss had stuff to say.



TOMMY ONIONS: I know Joseph; and this main event is going to be amazing.



JOSEPH GREER: That is as long as you’re not the one interfering. Nocturnal’s not going to like that.



TOMMY ONIONS: Nocturnal does have a long history of anger management problems and now that he’s brought others to help him in his crusade here in RSW.

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The arena lights dim as the Filth Factory logo shows on the RioTron. The normal Filth Factory music does not play as a strobe light shines at the entranceway. A black casket caked with dirt is wheeled out by Knucks. He is dressed in a black suit with black shirt and tie and he has on his Jobber City tag team title. He pushed the casket to the side of the entrance ramp. Two of the Filth Factory midgets come out and set up flowers around the casket. A podium is set up next to it.



The arena remains dark as a picture of Lilith was shown on the RioTron with the date she was born followed by the date of her passing. Knucks walks back over to the entrance way. As two large white candles come out and are placed near the casket one on each side. The midgets are trying to light them but they can’t reach it. Knucks walls over and lifts one of them up as they light it and the flames dance on the wick. Two chairs are set up and the remains of a scorched teddy bear is set in one chair.



Salem Shepard walks out wearing all black his face paint is reversed he has some white around his eyes and the rest of his face is painted black. He has on his Jobber City title as well.



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh my God….This dude has blackface!!! What is he doing!? He is going to be destroyed… Well, unless he is a Democrat ….than he can run for governor.



Salem walks over to the casket and places a single dead rose on the casket. He turns and find his chair as Knucks walks out wearing a priest robe and his mask. He walks over to the podium and stands and looks at the burnt teddy bear and Salem



KNUCKS: We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of Lilith. We see that her only friends in this world made it here today. Me, personally, I am only here because I am getting paid. Erik Black was going to be here but he needed to take a shit. Salem are you….crying?



SALEM: No…No…I have white paint in my eyes. I’m not used to white around the eyes. Its reflecting all the lights. I’m not (sniffles) crying.



KNUCKS: Well let’s continue… Today we say goodbye to the whore… I am sorry I meant to say Lilith. Please, now bow your heads as we ring the wrestling bell 21 times for lilith.



The crowd fell completely silent and they waited for the bell to ring.



*whore*



*whore*



*whore*



Small chatter arose from the crowd along with a few laughs at the word “whore” kept coming over the PA system instead of the wrestling bell. After the 21st “whore” gong, Knucks lifted his head.



KNUCKS: does anyone have anything they would like to share?



Knucks looked over at the teddy bear and then at Salem. Salem looks over at the bear to see if he wants to speak first.



KNUCKS: before Salem speaks I just wanted to share that a lot is still not know about how Lilith died some say she got on that Viking ship ride at a small town carnival after this guy promised to take her to Disney. Lilith was a dumb whore and believed this guy had her best interest tell she died on the Viking ship when she slipped on some slime.



SALEM: HOLD ON!!!!!!! You mean she went to an amusement park without me!? …That two faced bitch, she lied to me then!! She said she was just going to get a manicure… But I heard she choked to death….



KNUCKS: the other story is that she was killed because she tried to promote another carnival at this carnival. She really wasn’t smart. She thought she could play both sides and in the end she lost it all. Her two face scummy lifestyle caught up to the troll.



Knucks had stepped back from the podium to allow anyone that wanted to speak on it to come forward.



SALEM: Yes, I do have something I would like to say. (Salem got up from his chair and walked over to the casket, blowing off some of the dirt.) Lilith may not have been the prettiest girl in the world, she may not have had the biggest set of knockers, she not have been a very good wrestler….But…but….SHE WAS MY EVERYTHING!!!!! Let me inside!!!!



Salem jumped on the casket and attempted to open the lid before Knucks ran over and stopped him. He consoled his heart broken friend for a moment before Salem continued.



SALEM: She was the best stalker that ever lived. I mean, that bitch only got a RSW contract because she wanted to see this Salem dick piece, not because she wanted to be a wrestler. The sad thing is, I never got to pound that shit out!! I thought about it, I dreamed about it, I jacked off to the thought of it, but I never got to beat that p—-



KNUCKS: You didn’t want to, homie. Erik told you those meat flaps were filled with gnarly teeth!! Shit Dude you need to snap out of it… Let her go…it’s time to move on.



It was time to move on so Knucks pushed the casket from the stage onto the ground below. He tossed the podium down and then both candles. He picked up Teddy and tossed it as he removed his priest robe. Salem and knucks enter the ring.



KNUCKS: Jobber City, tonight your tag team champions take on the Network champs and we will bring home the network titles to Jobber City!!. It’s time that this place shows yet again that Awoken is the greatest talent this place has. Tonight the yellow and black power rangers will be destroyed for your viewing pleasure.



SALEM: Power Rangers!? What the fuck happened to Goblin and Esrmurmur!?



KNUCKS: Same people, bro.



SALEM: Oh, I didn’t know they were Power Rangers. That makes sense though because the Power Rangers are old as fuck, like Goblin and Esrmurmur.



KNUCKS: I got a notice from the network they didn’t like that I called the Rump Rangers… Something about some of the fan base is offended by that… I am offended they sent me a fucking email and text asking me to stop saying Rump Rangers.



SALEM: I’m offended because you’re offended. …what does offended even mean?



KNUCKS: I think it’s what you say now days to stop others from having fun. Or you just make false claims you was attacked.



SALEM: So like a Fun Governor? Offended Fun Governor? I’m offended that Goblin Ranger and Esrmurmur Ranger call themselves Champions.



KNUCKS: Well we are fixing that shit tonight.



SALEM: Can we put them in the coffin and I’ll take Lilith back home with me? She needs a shower….and she needs to brush her teeth. I tongue kissed her the other night and eeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwww!!! That shit was ROUGH, homie!!!



KNUCKS: I just puked in my mouth a little… I will say her gash smelt better though. It didn’t smell like rotten fish anymore.



SALEM: hhhhmmm…..So that’s what that smell was!! Mindy smelled that way once, I just pretended I was eating fish sticks!



KNUCKS: As long as money didn’t have tartar sauce you’re good homie. Well, the staff asked us to hype up the match ….so get hyped… For your Filth Factory Network Champions… we did our part.



SALEM: So watch some shitty matches as you wait for the Filth Factory and Erik Blacks match. We out bitches, Awoken for life!!!!!

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BOB MOONEY: This is the opening bout that is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger…Chris Gibson!



No music plays as Chris Gibson walks down to the ring to the boos of the fans. He rolls into the ring, looking around at the fans with a sneer as he begins to stretch before the start of the match.



TOMMY ONIONS: Gibson ought to be refreshed after taking the last show off.



JOSEPH GREER: He had a decent excuse I think. No one really wants to team up with Shane Mitchell. I know I wouldn’t.



TOMMY ONIONS: Gibson is just trying to rebel against management. When management consists of Nocturnal and. Esmeralda von Krauss, I’d rebel too.



JOSEPH GREER: Liar. You would do whatever Esmeralda wanted for a taste for that.



TOMMY ONIONS: Well…you right.



BOB MOONEY: And his opponent…”the Survivor” Austin Grant!



“Hall of Fame” by the Script begins playing as Austin Grant walks out to the cheering from the crowd. He makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands as he goes along.



TOMMY ONIONS: Why are the fans cheering for this guy? I don’t even know who he is!



JOSEPH GREER: Fans may know him from another company in the XHF Network called AWF. They may also know his plight regarding colon cancer.



TOMMY ONIONS: What do you mean plight? Like fight? Is he battling cancer now? Who the fuck fights cancer and dudes in the ring at the same time?



JOSEPH GREER: That’s why he’s known as the Survivor. He survives cancer.



TOMMY ONIONS: Jesus H Christ! The man is insane.



The bell rings to start the match, Austin Grant charges across the ring to clothesline Chris Gibson to the mat. Gibson is back up in a flash, but a second clothesline sends him back to the mat. Gibson is back up again, but is dropped back to the mat with a spinning heel kick!



Gibson jumps back to his feet, ducking another spinning heel kick, but Austin follows through with a spinning knee to the side of the head that sends Gibson back to the mat. Austin grabs Gibson this time and applies an Indian leglock.



Gibson refuses to give up, stretching back as far as he can to reach the bottom rope to make the ref break the hold.



TOMMY ONIONS: Is Gibson still rebelling by putting in minimal effort into this match? I know, it’s a built in excuse.



JOSEPH GREER: Maybe he’s injured from his lack of a match last week? You know, the one he avoided.



TOMMY ONIONS: Maybe he was pulling himself while watching the chaos and hurt himself.



JOSEPH GREER: Pulling himself? I don’t even want to know.



Austin waits for Gibson to get up and plants him back down to the mat with a super kick! He begins to walk around the ring while Gibson is down to clap his hands and get the crowd riling up while waiting for a groggy Gibson to stand up. He hits a shining wizard to knock Gibson back down to the mat. He pulls Gibson up and hits a brain buster before going for the cover!



One



Two



Three!



JOSEPH GREER: The Survivor followed by Cancer Killer! Austin Grant takes an easy win!



TOMMY ONIONS: Did you say that finisher was called Cancer Killer? Really?



JOSEPH GREER: I don’t make this stuff up. I just read the biography info.



TOMMY ONIONS: So if I have cancer, I could just ask for a brainbuster from this guy, and-



JOSEPH GREER: It’s just the name of a wrestling move for crying out loud.



TOMMY ONIONS: I think it’s the most offensive name in the history of wrestling and I know a thing or to about being fucking offensive.



JOSEPH GREER: I’m sure the name of the move has some sort of meaning to Austin Grant.



Austin Grant leaves Chris Gibson laying in the ring as he celebrates his win with the fans on his way to the back.



TOMMY ONIONS: And to think…this one could die outside of the ring, because of cancer.



JOSEPH GREER: Yep. You know how to be offensive.

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The camera feed shifts to the grainy image of some plain cinderblock wall before Lex Collins walks into view. He’s wearing a black zip-up hoodie underneath that beat up old jean jacket of his and it’s open over a faded Black Flag tee. He looks strung-out and exhausted, diminished somehow without the usual championship belt around his waist or over his shoulder.



LEX COLLINS: Live via the miracles of modern technology – recorded this a few hours ago an’ even so, I’m not in the arena right now. It’s been a rough couple weeks an’ I didn’t trust myself to be loitering around for hours before the show goes to air. Idle hands, y’know?



He chuckles softly, shaking his head.



LEX COLLINS: I gotta level with you folks – haven’t been myself in a little while. Haven’t been competin’ on the same level you’ve come to expect from me. An’ maybe that’s on me, maybe I’ve put too much pressure on myself, seein’ shit that ain’t really there, like I was supposed to be pickin’ up where someone else left off. That ain’t true. I know it ain’t. I chose that path for myself. Do I regret it? Yeah, maybe just a little but not for the reasons you think. But, that ain’t what I’m here to talk about.



He sighs.



LEX COLLINS: So… how the hell are ya, Madrid?



He pauses and there’s a pop from the crowd watching, almost as if he expected it to come. Lex flashes a smile for a second.



LEX COLLINS: Thought so. Well, here we are… gettin’ closer— you say you got me pegged now. Sure you do, ’cause I showed all the damn cards when I let myself tear you apart all over the goddamned arena last Anarchy. I’ll admit it. I fucked up, Kint-a-roo. I let you get under my skin. I let you pull a loose thread an’ I ran in the opposite direction so it all unraveled. No gold. Ain’t got no strings on me no more. Nothin’ to hold me back.



He leans back against the wall, chuckling softly as shakes his head.



LEX COLLINS: There’s that old adage ’bout bein’ careful what you wish for. You’ve heard that, right? Don’t feed the wild animals. Don’t poke the sleepin’ bear. Whatever applies, slap it on here. You know who I am. I know who you are. I’ve been drillin’ your past into my head for weeks now – I know what you’re capable of. You’re just another Matt Ford, another unhinged nut who thinks he’s King Shit of Turd Mountain. You know you aren’t. You see me as the easy target – too damn nice to put you down like the rabid dog you are. My hand shakes when I hold the gun up, can’t put it to your head – fuck no! I’m too good, too squeaky-clean for that. ‘Cept you don’t know shit.



His tone is vehement.



LEX COLLINS: You’re right. I have nothing to gain from this. You have everything – the leg up on the pile if you can pull off this upset – take down the shiny piece of shit who used to mean somethin’ around here.



There’s a soft chuckle, absolutely self-deprecating.



LEX COLLINS: I know, I know. Threats are what you wanna hear from me. I can’t hold my tongue. I can’t fuckin’ dial back the anger anymore. See, I’m sick of bein’ the butt of the joke round here. Sick of all these shenanigans definin’ every single goddamn match I’ve had since I beat Riddik. I deserve better… hell… YOU folks d-d—



The video stutters, pixelating before skipping back a few seconds.



LEX COLLINS: You folks d-d-eserve b—



The image grows a bit grainier and then freezes completely with Collins making a hell of a derp face, eyes half-closed and mouth open. Then the camera pans out slightly, revealing that it’s been airing this segment zoomed in on a TV outside the press room of the Estadio Santiago Bernabeu. The crowd explodes into a wall of noise when the REAL Lex Collins reaches out and taps the frozen image of himself before clicking off the set, turning towards the camera with a rueful smile on his lips.



LEX COLLINS: Yeah, I lied. I’m here. You folks deserve better. You lit up the bat signal. You prayed. You wrote your letters and you made your comments on the forums all over the Internet. I heard you. I heard the call for bloodshed. While I ain’t no caped crusader, I’m still gonna finish what that jackass started, what I shoulda done when he crashed my awards speech.



His voice is low, filled with blatant threat.



LEX COLLINS: Nobody comes into my home an’ scares my daughter, intimidates my family, you dig? Nobody comes into MY HOME an’ fucks with things. I said it before – I didn’t have a real home growin’ up. I didn’t have safety or a boring life. I was always on the backfoot. I’m grown now. I’m… I don’t gotta abide someone who don’t understand the rules. What happens in these arenas, inside that ring, we leave it here, y’know? That’s how it’s supposed to be. The blood soaks the canvas. Gets washed off in the showers after. We don’t take that home. When the lights go out an’ the cameras stop rollin’….



He lets out a long, shuddering breath, hanging his head as he lets that thought go.



LEX COLLINS: You fucked up when you made it personal. I ain’t nobody’s steppin’ stone. Tonight, I’m gonna burn hard, gonna light this place up, burn it all right down – all that’s gonna be left of the great Kintaru is ashes. Buh-bye, asshole.



He lifts his hand and blows a handful of silvery dust off his palm, clouding the view before the feed cuts elsewhere.

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BOB MOONIE: This next contest is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger…Xander Joseph!



“My Sacrifice” by Creed begins playing as Xander walks out from the back and heads for the ring. He steps through the ropes, yelling at a few booing fans from inside the ring.



JOSEPH GREER: It’s been a long time since Xander Joseph has been in the ring. If you recall, he was take out on a stretcher after defeating Isaiah Zepp. Though that’s been awhile ago. Looks like he’s fully recovered and ready to fight.



BOB MOONIE: And his opponent…Cheyenne Tabbernacke!



The fans give a mixed reaction as Cheyenne walks out from the back to. The Itsy Bitsy Spider. She walks down to the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, watching Xander from across the ring.



JOSEPH GREER: Xander is more than double Cheyenne’s weight. She looks like she might get crushed underfoot by the larger man.



As the bell rings to start the match, Xander crosses the ring with a shoulder charge that sends Cheyenne to the mat. She bounces up, but Xander grabs her and whips her into a corner. He goes for an avalanche, but Cheyenne gets both feet up to kick him in the jaw to knock him over. Cheyenne sits up onto. The top rope, waits for Xander to get up, and leaps through the ar to grab Xander, and bulldog him to the mat!



Cheyenne quickly applies a triangle choke, leaning over enough to bite Xander in the forehead! Xander motions to the ref, who comes to check to see if he gives up or what the matter was. He sees that Cheyenne is biting and forces her to release the hold. Xander rolls to his feet, wiping blood from his face with his eyes ablaze with anger.



Cheyenne whips Xander into the ropes, hitting a shoulder charge of her ow on the rebound. Xander stands still from the impact and laughs, but he quickly drops to his knees when Cheyenne grabs and twists both nipples.



TOMMY ONIONS: Aaaahhh, what the fuck?!



JOSEPH GREER: Cheyenne going low when her normal moves don’t work.



TOMMY ONIONS: Looks like she was going high to me.



Cheyenne releases Xander and goes for a reverse chin lock, but Xander hits a jawbreaker that sends Cheyenne to the mat. He hefts her up by the belly for a one handed press slam position and hurls her across the ring!



TOMMY ONIONS: What power by Xander to just toss. Cheyenne like a shot put!



JOSEPH GREER: It makes sense since Xander weighs more than twice what Cheyenne does.



Cheyenne quickly gets up, but is run over by Xander, who smacks her upside the head with a running knee. He hits a standing splash and goes for the cover.



One



Tw-Cheyenne kicks out!



Xander pulls Cheyenne up and whips her into the ropes on the rebound he goes for a shoulder charge, but Cheyenne side steps the move. On the next rebound, Cheyenne goes for the enziguri, but Xander catches her by both legs. He turns and hurls her into the corner where her shoulder slams into the ring post through the top and second turnbuckle!



TOMMY ONIONS: Sweet Jesus! That’ll adjust your posture.



JOSEPH GREER: Cheyenne trying there, but she can’t seem to overcome the size and power difference.



Cheyenne starts to pull herself out of the corner, but an Avalanche that connects with her butt and back sends her back into the ring post! Xander rips Cheyenne out of the corner and flings her down with a body slam so hard that she bounces up nearly a foot.



Xander pulls Cheyenne up and catches her as she seems to swoon backwards. She comes back using her body in a whiplash movement to headbutt Xander! She headbutts him again and then again before backing up a step and hitting a roundhouse kick that sends Xander back against the ropes. She nails a drop kick that sends Xander backwards over the top rope!



TOMMY ONIONS: I don’t know where Cheyenne found the strength to do all of that, but wow!



JOSEPH GREER: Cheyenne is certainly a fighter. She won’t let the size difference get her down.



Cheyenne holds the top rope while waiting for Xander to rise. She uses the top rope to slingshot over the ropes to go for a hurricanrana, but Xander holds onto her instead. He power bombs her onto the thinly matted concrete floor to the crowd going “oooh” in sympathy for the massive bump.



Xander picks the motionless Cheyenne up and rolls her into the ring. He follows in and drags her to the middle of the ring. He goes for the pinfall!



One



Two



Thre-Cheyenne gets a shoulder up. This time Xander glares menacingly at the referee, who holds up two fingers to make sure that it was clear to Xander that it was only a two count.



Xander pulls Cheyenne up and hurls her into the ropes. On the rebound, he goes for a pop up powerbomb, but Cheyenne drills a hurricanrana! She scrambles for a pinfall!



One



Tw-Xander kicks out in a spectacular fashion, shoving Cheyenne up nearly a foot into the air.



Cheyenne gets to her feet and is met by Xander, who slugs her in the jaw to send her back to the mat. He kicks her in the rib cage to roll her over before picking her up for another power bomb.



He slams her down with the power bomb, going for the pinfall.



One



Two



Three! No! Cheyenne gets a foot onto the ropes!



TOMMY ONIONS: You would think that she would want the punishment to end.



JOSEPH GREER: She has a lot of heart and a drive to win the match.



Xander mounts. Cheyenne while her foot is still on the ropes, smashing her with lefts and rights hard enough to send blood splattering across the mat. He grabs her by. The hair and begins slamming the back of her head against the mat. The ref begins count Xander out as Cheyenne’s foot is still on the bottom rope.



Xander gets off of the bloodied Cheyenne, walking to the other side of the ring with a wide smile on his face. The ref checks to see if Cheyenne can continue. She nods yes, using the ropes to help herself stand up.



Cheyenne staggers a little, using the ropes to keep herself steady as blood drips from her broken face. She breathes in deep, glaring across the ring at the smiling Xander, and charges.



She goes for the enziguri, but Xander counters with the pop up power bomb! He goes for the cover!



One



Two



Three!



BOB MOONIE: Winner of the match via pinfall…Xander Joseph!



JOSEPH GREER: I really thought that Cheyenne was going to pull through here.



TOMMY ONIONS: I was pretty sure that she wasn’t, but hey. It don’t hurt to cheer.



Xander Joseph celebrates his win as he heads to the back while EMTs come to check on the bloodied Cheyenne Tabbernacke.

[vastrix]

“Demonoid Phenomenon” by Rob Zombie suddenly hits and the lights begin to flash violently to the beat. The ramp starts to flood with smoke and red lasers begin to strobe around the arena. Eddie Havok starts to walk down the ramp, meet by a mixture of boos and cheers. As he reaches the end of the ramp, he looks around before he begins to circle the ring. He slowly climbs up the steel steps. He climbs through the ropes. Eddie walks over to the furthest turnbuckle and climbs up. He looks out across the crowd. He raises both arms above his head. His music dies down as Eddie ditches his leather jacket and jumps down into the ring. He motions to a ring crew, requesting a microphone.



HAVOK: While I am out here, I have something to address. Riot Rules!



He stops by the ringside looking out towards the crowd.



HAVOK: As it currently stands, it will either be Shane Mitchell or ‘D’ that will be heading to next pay per view as the World Heavyweight champion.



The crowd erupts with a mixed reaction once more.



HAVOK: I am officially challenging the winner of the main event to a title match at the next pay per view.



However there is one person on the roster that is one championship away from earning the title Grand Slam Champion!



Standing up straight, Eddie takes a few more steps back towards the middle of the ring.



HAVOK: Personally, I don’t have any preference on who will win this match.



More boos can be heard from the crowd.



HAVOK: That’s right… I will face the winner at Riot Rules. I will be watching the main event very carefully tonight.



The boo’s at this point are dominating the crowd’s reaction.



HAVOK: I have not by any means forgotten about my opponent for tonight. Senor Vinnie, get out here so we can get this started. I would l9ve to become a two time Anarchy champion and head in to Riot Rules as a champion.

[vastrix]

BOB MOONEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Anarchy Championship!!!!



“Demonoid Phenomenon” by Rob Zombie suddenly hit as red lights begin to flash violently to the drum beat. The ramp starts to flood with smoke. A figure appears in the entrance way with his arms crossed. A series of fireworks go off along the top of the entrance ramp. The light adjusts back to normal. Eddie starts to walk down the ramp



BOB MOONEY: ….introducing at this time; from Harlow, Essex, England…weighing in at one hundred and ninety-one pounds…the Havok!!!



Eddie slowly and methodically makes his way toward the ring, bathing in the reaction of the fans within the arena. Eddie enters the ring standing with his arms raised and fireworks go off from the four turnbuckles.



Eddie walks over to the furthest turnbuckle and climbs up. He looks out across the crowd. As his music dies down, Eddie ditches his leather jacket and jumps down into the ring.



JOSEPH GREER: A typical Power vs. Speed type of match, the question will remain… who will win???



TOMMY ONIONS: The one that picks up the victory???



JOSEPH GREER: We all heard it here first folks!! Tommy said something intelligent.



TOMMY ONIONS: Thank you Joseph



Epic from Metalachi hits as the camera’s turn towards the entrance way where we see Senor Vinnie walk to the ring carrying his faithful cactus Pete in his hands while wearing an Atletico Madrid Shirt. This can be met by a large sum of boos of the mostly Real Madrid fans. Senor Vinnie stops halfway and unclips his championship belt and hoists it in the air before pointing towards Bob.



BOB MOONEY: And his opponent!! Standing in at 6’8 and weighing in at 280 pounds! Hailing from Tijuana, Mexico!!! The Anarchy champion!! Senor Vinnie!!!



Senor Vinnie kisses his championship belt before walking towards the ring while arguing with his cactus Pete, who he puts down in his corner and continues the argument.



JOSEPH GREER: This guy is weird.



TOMMY ONIONS: He is single handedly responsible for the rapid rise of popularity of the sale of cactuses in the US Joseph. To me those people are the crazy ones.



The referee is trying to get Vinnie inside the ring as he looks up at the referee and explains that Pete’s having stomach aches. The referee tells him to get in the ring as he calls for the bell and starts to use the ten count on the champ. Senor Vinnie hands the belt and Pete to the time keepers table and tells them to take good care of him before taking off his Atletico Madrid shirt



Ref: One!!



Two!!



TOMMY ONIONS: Such a humanitarian, caring for his poor and clearly sick cactus.



JOSEPH GREER: Oh brother…, can’t we get this match under way????



Vinnie gets on the ring apron and steps through the ropes, where Havok was waiting for him and hits him in the face with a stiff scissors kick. This causes Senor Vinnie to drop on the canvas and Havok goes for the pin.



One!



Two!



Senor Vinnie gets his shoulder up in time as the referee shows that it was merely a two count, Havok isn’t waiting for the explanation as he runs to the ropes and comes off with a springboard Moonsault on top of the champion and then hooks his legs once more for the three count.



One!



Two!



JOSEPH GREER: Wow!! Lots of fight left in Senor Vinnie!!



Senor Vinnie bench presses the much smaller and lighter Eddie Havok and this causes him to send over the top rope to the outside as Havok lands on his feet. Senor Vinnie slowly gets to his feet as Havok has hopped on the ring apron and measures Senor Vinnie and jumps up on the top rope and jumps off, executing an aerial move into a rollup after grabbing the waist of the forward bending Senor Vinnie and rolls through. Only to have Senor Vinnie to break the pin attempt at the count of two. Both men get up at the same time and Senor Vinnie goes for a clothesline that Havok ducks, he runs to the ropes and comes off the ropes with a springboard Cross Body Block. Only this time Senor Vinnie is prepared, catching him with both hands and drops him hard with a Samoan Drop.



TOMMY ONIONS: I have heard that Senor Vinnie loves to smash his guitar into pieces after a concert.



JOSEPH GREER: What does this got to do with this match???



TOMMY ONIONS: Nothing, but Senor Vinnie just wanted me to share this with the fans!!!



JOSEPH GREER: What fans??!!!



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh I am going to tell him that you said that!!!



Senor Vinnie methodically gets up to his feet and grabs Havok by his head and drives series of elbows in the face of the challenger for his Anarchy championship as the referee is using the five count for him to stop his assault on Havok. At the count of four Senor Vinnie stops and turns his attention to the referee. Telling him that he does not speak English.



TOMMY ONIONS: Could you believe that?? Senor Vinnie almost lost this match due to a language barrier.



JOSEPH GREER: Oh please!!!



Senor Vinnie turns around and sets Havok up for a German suplex, not letting his hands go as he quickly gets up to his feet and sets Havok up for a second. He then goes for a third, but this time Havok manages to land on his feet and runs to the ropes for a flying forearm off the ropes that staggers the bigger man into the ropes on the other side. Havok runs to the other side and comes off with another cross body block, again Vinnie catches him and throws him over the top rope to the outside.



JOSEPH GREER: Good God!!



TOMMY ONIONS: Worst thing that could have happened is that he broke some bones, big deal!!



But Havok lands on the apron, grabs the chin of Senor Vinnie from the outside and delivers a reverse neckbreaker to the outside, causing Vinnie’s neck and back to hit the top rope and his body snaps forward to the canvas with a whiplash type of movement. Holding his neck as the referee is checking on him, asking if the champ can continue while Havok sits on the apron and smiles at the fans.



JOSEPH GREER: Havok should really go for the victory now that Senor Vinnie is seemingly down.



TOMMY ONIONS: Nah, he knows he has him. He just wants to enjoy it. I always knew that Havok was better than that Italian guy.



JOSEPH GREER: He is Mexican



TOMMY ONIONS: Whatever.



Havok gets to his feet and sees Vinnie down, he measures him before going for the Springboard Leg Drop and connects on the champ as he hits the back of his neck. He rolls Senor Vinnie over and goes for another pin attempt.



One!



Two!



Thre…. No!!!!



Havok looks in amazement to the referee, clearly not believing that Senor Vinnie kicked ot at the count of two. Slapping his hands on the canvas from frustration before composing himself once more, sensing that he has the upper hand with the rather painful neck and back problem. He goes for a submission hold as he grabs Senor Vinnie in a grounded dragon sleeper.



JOSEPH GREER: Dragon Clutch!!



The referee checks on Senor Vinnie as Havok is trying to get Senor Vinnie locked in deeper, but the big man somehow manages to lift his leg up high enough to hit Havok in the head several times with his knee as that causes the hold to be broken. Havok staggers backwards as Senor Vinnie tries to get to his feet, but is a bit disoriented. Havok charges in on him to his Senor Vinnie with a running knee, but Senor Vinnie catches him by the throat. Squeezing hard as the referee is using the five count on him. But Havok manages to break free as he uses several elbows to the face of the champ as that weakens the grip. Havok locks him for a DDT and prepares to drop the champ with it, but Senor Vinnie wraps his arms around the challenger and quickly gets up before executing a German suplex into a bridge and pinning combination as the referee goes for the three count.



One!



Two!



Havok manages to get up, he gets up quicker and ducks a clothesline and then runs to the other side of the ring and this time is dropped hard with a high knee to the face that drops Havok. Senor Vinnie executes a few knee drops in a row before going for the cover.



One!



Two!



Havok manages to kick out and rolls on his stomach while trying to catch his breath, but Senor Vinnie has none of it as he immediately locks in his Mariachi Recliner as he puts the arms across his upper legs while locking his powerful hands across the chin of Havok and leans back hard.



JOSEPH GREER: MARIACHI RECLINER!!! Will Havok manage to escape???



TOMMY ONIONS: No way!! I already told you that Senor Vinnie was my pick to win!!!



Havok is attempting to get his arms freed from the grip that Senor Vinnie has on him, trying to reach for the ropes to cause an escape from the hold that he is in. finally managing to do so, only to get kneed in the back by Senor Vinnie before locking in the Rings of Mariachi submission hold in the center of the ring.



JOSEPH GREER: Good God!! That’s how he beat Lex Collins to become champion!!!



TOMMY ONIONS: It’s over!!!



Havok is refusing to give in, screaming in agonizing pain as he does not want to submit to the hold that he is put in by the champ. After a few moments being locked in the submission hold Havok realizes that he is unable to give in and submits to the painful hold as the bell rings.



BOB MOONEY: The winner of the match and STILL ANARCHY CHAMPION!!! Senor Vinnie!!!



Epic hits as Senor Vinnie celebrates his first successful title victory as the referee lifts his arm in victory before handing him the championship belt.

[vastrix]

JOSEPH GREER: Vinnie has really come up in this business!! Look at him now!!



TOMMY ONIONS: Its well deserved my friend, he’s put in a lot of hard work to get to this point.



JOSEPH GREER: Yes he has! Wait…oh no….it looks like someone has come to ruin Vinnie’s party…



The Awoken theme (Raise Hell) played through the PA system as Knucks, Erik Black and Salem all appeared at the top of the ramp and slowly walked down to the ring while the fans cheered and some of them booed. Salem held a photo of Lilith in his hands and he appeared to be quite upset. Knucks never took his eyes off Vinnie while Erik slapped hands with a few of the fans as they made their way to the ring. Vinnie tossed his newly won Anarchy belt over his shoulder and backed to the far end of the ring as the three men stepped inside the ropes. He pointed and shouted at them, keeping his distance knowing that he was severely outnumbered. Erik asked for a mic and one was tossed to him.



ERIK BLACK: Well, what do we have here? A new Champion? You’ve done very well for yourself since you arrived here Vinnie. We saw they tried to hold you down and make you the opener forever, but show openers don’t win Title gold, do they?



Vinnie looked around the ring at the three men, not sure what to expect but he stayed prepared for a battle – just in case.



SENOR VINNIE: What do you perro’s want? …Why are you here?



KNUCKS: We’ve come for the gold, Vinnie.



Vinnie balled his fists and readied himself for the inevitable.



SENOR VINNIE: You loco gringos want to win my belt huh?? My grandpapa Jefe always told me. If you want something, you better fight for it. Which one of you wants to lose first?



TOMMY ONIONS: Vinnie better be careful what he says to these guys!! It’s three on one, this isn’t gonna go in his favor if he smarts off….



JOSEPH GREER: These guys are just bullies and thugs. Someone get them out of the ring so Vinnie can have his moment!!!!



KNUCKS: Woah, hold on guy! We didn’t say we were gonna beat the fuck out of you right now…We just wanted to congratulate you for beating Lex last show. Then also on beating the old guard of RSW talent. Not that Juan Havok was any real threat to begin with…..But it’s about time someone new around here won some gold besides Awoken!



SALEM: But there’s still a problem. All the gold around this place is supposed to wind up in Awoken. So it’s nice that you won and all, we do like seeing the new guys beat up the old RSW guys, …but you still ain’t Awoken and we need that gold, Vinnie.



SENOR VINNIE: Then you’ll have to come to take it right now….because this belt is leaving the arena tonight with ME! El Campione!!



ERIK BLACK: Yeah? Lmfao. Ok….



Erik took off his suit jacket and rolled his sleeves up. Vinnie tightened his fists and bent his knees.



JOSEPH GREER: These Awoken guys are nothing but trouble, Tommy. This is about to be three on one.



Erik grinned a wide grin at the tense looking Vinnie. Then he stopped and started laughing.



JOSEPH GREER: Wait! What’s going on here?!



Knucks reaches into his coveralls and pulls out a very cheap looking printed shirt that has awoken on it. Inside the letters is the Mexican flag.



KNUCKS: You see a lot of those in the back say we are just a bunch of white trash assholes that think we are white privileged. So Senor Vinnie we want to add a wet…



SALEM: Mexican… is the word Knucks.



JOSEPH GREER: They do realize Vinnie is not Mexican right?



TOMMY ONIONS: How dare you not except that he identifies as a Mexican. Vinnie doesn’t seem like the type to want to join.



SALEM: So what’s it going to be… Are you with us or against us?



ERIK BLACK: The choice is yours, but just know if you pick against us, not only will you pay for it – we will take that title with us.



KNUCKS: best choose wisely mother fucker.



Knucks throws the shirt in Vinnie’s face. The shirt and the title both fall to the ring. Awoken takes a step back as Senior Vinnie picks up the shirt. He opens it and looks out at the crowd. He then looks at each member of Awoken standing in the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: If he joins them Awoken will be even stronger!



JOSEPH GREER: Don’t do it Vinnie!!! Don’t sell your soul to Awoken!!!



Almost as if Salem could hear Joseph Greer talking, he yells at Vinnie



SALEM: Times up! Make up your mind, Vinnie!



ERIK BLACK: I am running out of patience,,, I am tired of waiting.



KNUCKS: EL Senor El-Answer-E-O?



SALEM: I didn’t know he knew Spanish!!



ERIK BLACK: ppfftt…he don’t.



Erik pulls back his fist again as Senor Vinnie puts on the Tshirt and holds up his title. The crowd went wild as the four men stand on each ring post looking out at the crowd.



VINNIE: Did you vatos really think I would turn down an offer from the best group in wrestling!? No way!!!



TOMMY ONIONS: WOW!!! Awoken is now four people strong and no one is going to be able to stop this.



JOSEPH GREER: This is not good for the guys in the back, but network ratings just increased I’m being told! …and this news is now trending on Twitter under: #Awoken4, #Vinnie, #Awoken….You name it, it’s all trending, wow! I can’t believe this!! Whos going to be able to stop them now!?



TOMMY ONIONS: I don’t know man, I don’t know…



The four men make their way back to the back as many fans are cheering and some are booing.

[vastrix]

JOSEPH GREER: Coming up later tonight, Filth Factory take on the Nihilists for the XHF Global Tag Team championship.



TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah. It’ll prove that RSW has the best talent in the business. Next to winning the X*Crown title that is.



JOSEPH GREER: Filth Factory began their rise to dominance at Anarchy 42 when they took on Shane Mitchell for the RSW tag team championship. Shane was alone after Soothsayer had been fired. Let’s play that clip.



The RioTron lights up to show the last part of the match at Anarchy 42’s main event.



Salem pulls Shane up into a suplex position. Holding him in the air for several seconds before bringing him down with a jackhammer!



JOSEPH GREER: Ni-



CHRIS PARSONS: Nightrmarez! Is this one all over?



Salem goes for the cover!



One



Two



Three!



The RioTron fades to black.



JOSEPH GREER: Gebin and Esmur won the XHF Global Tag Team titles just e\recently from Team Viper at the Diamonds are Forever XHF global event while Team Viper fought both the Nihilists and the Arrogant Violent Assholes.



TOMMY ONIONS: Joey, language!



JOSEPH GREER: That’s the name of the team! Let’s see their winning moment.



The RioTron lights up to show the final moments of the tag team match at the Diamonds are Forever show.



Jeffrey gets back to his feet and celebrates like Rocky, yelling DDYYLLAAANNNN but forgets about the other two men in the ring with him! Gebin in on his shoulders…NULL HYPOTHESIS!! Esmur follows up with the Swanton Bomb that he calls the Void!



ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!



DING!! DING!!



Scarlett LaDawn: The winners of the match and NEW XHF Tag Team Champions… The Nihlists!!



The RioTron fades to black.



JOSEPH GREER: Filth Factory defeated Natural Born Chaos at Supremacy and began railing for a shot at the global champions, which at the time was Team Viper. The Nihilists granted a title shot after winning the titles from Team Viper, but would lay the title on the line first against Seth Dillinger and Raiden Ishimori at AWF’s Road to Victory.



TOMMY ONIONS: knucks and Salem made their presence known there to voice their displeasure at being dissed by playing second fiddle. Play the clip!



The RioTron lights up again to show the moments from AWF’s Road to Victory.



Gebin runs for a hurricanrana on Raiden, but quickly spins around 180 degrees and hits a devastating spike frankensteiner! Raiden is flattened in the center of the ring, but Gebin is back up and now diving right at Seth Dillinger! He spears Seth right through the ropes, taking him down!

Taylor: Null Hypothesis from Gebin, and a spear to Raiden’s partner!



Romano: What is going on!

Taylor: Looks like a play is happening Cassius! Esmur is the legal man, Gebin is vacating the ring and Esmur is climbing to the top rope!



Signalling to the crowd, Esmur doesn’t delay and climbs onto the top rope. Before he can move forward, he’s hit with a chair shot! The bell rings and the crowd goes into a panic.



Jessie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has ended and because of an assault, the winner of this match, by disqualification: The Nihilists!



Taylor: Who attacked them!?



Gebin goes to see what’s going on, but he gets hit with a chair too. The camera pans to the person and it’s revealed to be Knucks! Seth soon becomes the next victim as Salem strikes him with a baseball bat! He goes into the ring and begins attacking the downed Raiden! Salem goes up to Jessie and takes the microphone from her hands. Knucks enters the ring with a microphone of his own and they unleash their words to the AWF universe:



Knucks: Welcome to the mother fucking



Salem: Filth Factory.



Knucks: you see when we called you bitches out we didn’t ask for you to put them on the line…



Salem: you see you failed to understand that we ain’t fucking around…



Knucks: no we ain’t…



Salem: you see we are the jobber city champions and those titles are going back to…



Knucks: SW



Salem: well I was going to say jobber city but yeah RSW.



Knucks: we are awoken and those belts belong on the two filithest mother fuckers.



Salem: you are about to learn why we kill superstars and sned jobbers away… We kill chaos and duke, and all of RSW.



Knucks: ok so guess what bitches we out see you soon



Mic drop. The two exit through the fans, leaving everyone stunned.



Taylor: What… just happened?

Romano: War, Tommy. The Nihilists won gold and now have targets on the back of their heads.



The RioTron fades to black.



JOSEPH GREER: This should be an exciting match up later on tonight.



TOMMY ONIONS: The Filth Factory will ride to victory!

[vastrix]

We open up backstage where Erik Black stands with Allyssa Lucci. Erik has a wide smile on his face and white powder on his nose.



ALLYSSA: has the victory party started already?



Erik grins.



ERIK: Hell no, baby girl. You’re invited to that. Be sure to bring your birthday suit if you know what I mean….Well, be sure to be naked.



Allyssa appears a bit uncomfortable.



ERIK: Smile, sweetie. You’re about to watch Iggy Zepp get butthole {No Means No} in the ring. Amber Reck too.



ALLYSSA: It’s Isaiah and Adam.



Erik laughs.



ERIK: Whatever. You sound like Issac Zapp….All pissy cause I don’t care enough to remember their names. They don’t matter, you know. In the end they’ll be known as two more Erik Black {No Means No} victims.



Allyssa: So you don’t respect their talent at all?



ERIK: I’d respect them if they actually HAD talent. Salem? That guy has talent. Knuck’s? That guy has talent. Irvin and Ashley? No talent to be had. No talent equals no respect from the bad motherfucker of RSW. And I’m about to go prove just how lacking the the talent department they are. Gonna be murder out there, sugar tits.



ALYSSA: thanks for your time.



Fade out.

[vastrix]

BOB MOONEY: This next contest is scheduled to be a street fight scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger…Steve Murdock!



“Evil Walks” by AC/DC begins playing as Steve Murdock walks down to the ring with his kendo stick resting against his shoulder like it were a rifle. He rolls into the ring and cracks himself in the forehead a few times while laughing like a maniac until he starts to bleed.



JOSEPH GREER: What the heck? Is he insane?



TOMMY ONIONS: I think that’s the whole idea. He’s daffy as a duck.



JOSEPH GREER: Funny.



BOB MOONEY: Annd his opponent…Joe Beb!



“Party Rock Anthem” by LMFAO begins playing as “Lucky” Joe Beb dances out from behind the curtain, his near mythic erection in place. He makes his way down ot the ring, keeping wary of Steve’s position in the ring before rolling into the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: Looks like he’s prepared for another ambush.



JOSEPH GREER: Maybe Murdock wants a longer match this time.



As the bell rings to start the match, Murdock cracks Beb across the skull with the kendo stick to stagger him. Murdock takes a step back and clotheslines Beb with the kendo stick. He wails on Beb a few times, drawing blood from the top of the head before casting the kendo stick to the side.



STEVE MURDOCK: Get up, old man! Get the fuck up!



Joe Beb grabs Steve by both legs instead of getting up, pulling them out from under him to send him to the mat. Joe proceeds to nail a spinning toe hold and then drops an elbow on the inside of the knee.



Joe Beb stands up, Steve sits up, and finds himself stabbed in the side of the face by Joe’s erection! His eyes go wide when he realizes what happened and he rolls away, grabbing the kendo stick once again as he gets to his feet.



Murdock swings the kendo stick at Joe again, but it is deflected back into his face in a move that sends him backwards a few steps. Joe seizes the kendo stick and levels Murdock with it, sending a splatter of blood in a high arc into the air.



Joe takes the kendo stick and brings it down with both hands across. Murdock’s skull as he sits up, snapping it into two pieces. Murdock goes back down to the mat and Beb applies a single leg crab.



JOSEPH GREER: Beb isn’t going down without a fight this time.



TOMMY ONIONS: No, he’s fighting fire with fire!



After a few minutes of holding the crab, Beb releases it. He pulls Murdock to his feet and power bombs him to the mat! He goes for the pinfall.



One



Tw-Murdock kicks out!



Joe Beb kneels up, looking down at Murdock. Joe gets up, starts pulling Murdock up, but gets hit with a low blow! Steve hits a second low, sending Joe backwards a few steps where he doubles over. Steve stands up and leans over the top rope to demand a microphone.



STEVE MURDOCK: Bring it out!



Two stage hands bring out a dumpster from the back. They roll it down to the side of the ring and then head to the back. Murdock grins like a maniac as he tosses the microphone to the side and walks over to the recovering Joe Beb.



JOSEPH GREER: What’s in that dumpster I wonder?



TOMMY ONIONS: I’m fixing to find out.



Murdock whips Beb into the ropes as Tommy Onions takes off the head set and runs over to the dumpster to peer inside. On the rebound, Beb drills Murdock in the throat with an elbow that sends Murdock to the mat. Tommy heads back to the table with a wide grin.



TOMMY ONIONS: Looks like glass bottles filled with lemon juice and little bombs attached to the sides.



JOSEPH GREER: Jesus H Christ! That’s like a death trap!



TOMMY ONIONS: I know, right? Isn’t it just awesome!



Beb grabs Murdock by the leg and hits a knee bar drop and then another! Beb drops an elbow to the side of the knee and again applies a single leg crab on that leg. Murdock stretches out, grabbing the bottom rope to get the ref to break the hold. Beb stands up and pulls Murdock up. Murdock elbows Beb in the side of the head and whips him into the ropes while following.



Murdock goes to clothesline Beb, but instead gets backdropped over the ropes, and into the dumpster! There is a series of explosions with flying glass and splattered lemon juice. There is a scream of pain as Murdock is torn to shreds. The crowd “Oooohh” in sympathy for the man.



TOMMY ONIONS: That has got to sting.



JOSEPH GREER: I can only imagine.



Steve Murdock climbs out of the dumpster and rolls into the ring, covered in blood and lemon juice from head to toe as various cuts ooze blood. He lays on the mat, trying to gather up his strength to stand up. Beb applies a crossface scissored armbar, but Murdock gets a foot underneath the ropes to stop the hold.



JOSEPH GREER: Joe Beb with the Golden Age Cage, but he was way too close to the ropes.



TOMMY ONIONS: You would think that he would know better.



Joe stands up and pulls Murdock up, but Murdock drops into a move that would normally be a hot shot, but sends Beb through the ropes and into the dumpster! More explosions and flying glass and juice. Steve Murdock laughs like a maniac, climbs to the top rope, and dives with a flying elbow into the dumpster!



JOSEPH GREER: Holy cow!



TOMMY ONIONS: Murdock is insane!



There’s a few minutes before anyone stirs. Steve Murdock pulls Joe Beb up and rolls him into the ring. He follows Beb into the ring, both of them covered in lemon juice, glass, and blood. He pulls the groggy Beb up and hits a leg sweep ddt! He goes for the cover.



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Three!



JOSEPH GREER: Steven with the Murdock Special for the win!



TOMMY ONIONS: Both of these men are going to need medical care and more stitches that you can shake a stick at. Isn’t it just awesome?



JOSEPH GREER: I don’t think that’s awesome.



TOMMY ONIONS: They went their all. Crazy violence all around.



EMTs make their way down to the ring to help Murdock and Beb to the back so they can be treated.



TOMMY ONIONS: They’re going to be laughing so hard later that they’ll be in stitches.



JOSEPH GREER: That’s just wrong.

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JOSEPH GREER: I’m getting word in my headset that the current Majority Shareholder, Esmeralda Von Krauss is standing by backstage.



TOMMY ONIONS: Am I the only one who gets scared and aroused when you see her?



JOSEPH GREER: You used to say the same thing about Jessica King a couple years ago Tommy.



TOMMY ONIONS: *sighs* I missed that fear boner causing German…wait there’s the connection! They are both German! Anyway where is Alyssa? Why can’t she just host the backstage stuff? Actually, fuck it, why not me? Exactly who the fuck do you have to blow to get a part time gig round here…cos I’ll do it!



JOSEPH GREER: You? Interview people? I don’t see it happening Tommy. Let’s send it to the back and our current boss, Mrs. Von Krauss!



The crowd boos as Esmeralda Von Krauss stands alone. Her hair is swept over her face a la Jessica Rabbit and deepens from a platinum blonde to a blood red that seems to flow into a sequinned red dress producing an eye popping amount of cleavage, Masquerade’s host addresses her guests.



JOSEPH GREER: Have you ever noticed how many times Esmeralda Von Krauss changes appearances per show? It’s like she’s off the Hinger Games or something.



TOMMY ONIONS: *drool* Ummmm…what?



Standing center screen, the current head of RSW cuts right to the chase.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Good evening again my people…



The crowd boos loudly prompting a slight smile from the German.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: …before I assume my duties as referee for tonight’s championship match, there is work to be done.



Turning her head slightly, Esmeralda looks off camera.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Send her in, the injured girl…



Waving her hand to some unseen backstage attendants, a cheer comes from the Spanish crowd as Andi Snow enters from the right hand side of the screen.



She looks slightly different since the last time we saw her after that brutal attack weeks ago. Her hair was still pulled up in that signature high ponytail, but was a little shorter ending around her upper abdomen instead way down to her rear end; perhaps due to the absence of her usual extensions. The color too, was different. Lighter brown hues mixed with blonde highlights swirled together and rested over one shoulder with some loose pieces framing her face which was also noticeably different.



Her usual full face of makeup was toned down a bit to only a little bit of lipgloss and mascara and her eyes, once disguised by Icy blue contact lenses now revealed her natural light brown irises that peered out from light pink shimmering lids.



Andi was dressed down in a simple pair of white tennis shoes and blue denim cutoff shorts that ended high on her thighs and accentuated her long, tanned legs. Her top was a simple white t-shirt with a “Hello Kitty” face stamped across the chest. The shirt was tied up at her ribs which exposed the bandages that were wrapped around them due to the injuries she sustained from the attack at the last Anarchy show.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Ah, yes…Fraulein Snow, your injury was…most unfortunate Dah-ling. Since I am bound by some silly law to pay you, I insist you report to work and earn your salary until such a time as you can resume your in ring career.



Looking down at her bandage covered ribs, Andi seems slightly confused before turning her gaze back on Esmerelda.



ANDI SNOW: I’m not sure exactly what you expect me to do. I’m not exactly in the best condition to wrangle ex cons and circus freaks if that’s what you’ve got planned.



Somehow managing to look amused and annoyed simultaneously, the acting head of the company snaps her fingers.



A production assistant appears within moments with an RSW branded microphone, offering it to Andi.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Wie lustig fraulein Snow…But no…you will conduct backstage interviews in the place of the trailer trash that was Cherry Merciless. Let us hope this is an upgrade…



Exhaling just a little, Andi takes the microphone with her good arm.



ANDI SNOW: Oh……well, I guess that doesn’t seem too bad. I mean, lord knows I’ve done my share of interviews. It’ll be fun to be on the other side of the probing for once.



Thinking it over for a moment, she adds.



ANDI SNOW: But wait, I thought we already had someone that does all that. What about that Alyssa chick?



Though technically smiling, there’s no warmth in her, only dread.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Competition is good, no? Besides let us see how you do first. You will host a handshake between my main event fighters.



Pausing a moment, She adds.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Right…now…



Shane Mitchell and D are brought in from separate directions to stand to either side of her flanked by what appears to be four NFL linebackers each. The large, refrigerator shaped semi enclose both the champion and challenger in case cooler heads cannot prevail.



ANDI SNOW: Okay guys, so I know there’s definitely no love lost between the two of you leading up to this match…but before you shake hands, the world wants to know…D, do you really think you have what it takes to dethrone Shane like others have tried and failed to before?



Staring a hole through the Champion, D seems less answering Andi and though he is moreso talking to Shane.



D: Of course I do, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t, he knows it to. Were it not for Nocturnal I would have won the championship tournament and we all could have been spared Dylan Erickson’s illustrious reign as champion.



Turning her attention to Shane, Andi seems almost a natural.



ANDI SNOW: Well D seems pretty confident that tonight is his night. What are your thoughts on this, Shane, as the current reigning champion?



SHANE MITCHELL: D, You have taken something important away from me



Flexing his neck side to side, an audible pop later, ‘D’ practically growls at the former reverend.



D: Do you really want to go there live on television?



SHANE MITCHELL: You took something from me and should be aware that I can do the same to you.



Shane points to a television that is in the background of the scene. The screen comes to life and shows a door, the door of Alyssa Lucchi’s dressing room. As the camera pans out we see a grinning mopolyte beside the door as he knocks.



D: What the hell is going on here?



The growl of moments ago turns to concern, as the realization sets in. Alyssa opens the door but the shocked expression on her face is quickly followed by her trying to slam the door shut only for her efforts to be thwarted by a foot blocking the door. The grinning mopolyte grabs Alyssa by the wrist and pulls her towards him only for a gang of maybe eight or nine mopolytes descend on her. They easily restrain her and march her off camera.



D is instantly no longer a part of the interview, he is running through the corridors of the gigantic Santiago Bernabeu stadium.



JOSEPH GREER: What are those mopolytes going to do with Alyssa Lucchi? Get security there immediately!



TOMMY ONIONS: Get the cameras there immediately too!



Shane Mitchell can be seen with a smug smile plastered across his face.



SHANE MITCHELL: Run D run. Quickly my little puppet!



A camera is there as D arrives at the dressing room. He’s bursts through the door to find nothing. The room is empty. D turns and looks at the camera, knowing that he can be seen by Shane right now he speak directly at the camera.



D: Where is she Mitchell?!



Andi is now just kind of standing there; looking to producers off camera for some kind of direction. She has a sort of ‘wtf’ expression on her face as she side eyes Shane who seems to be thoroughly enjoying himself.



The gang of mopolytes bundle their way into the scene to join Shane and Andi, they push Alyssa right in front of Shane.



SHANE MITCHELL: D, keep running puppet!



Shane laughs in the face of Alyssa Lucchi.



SHANE MITCHELL: He can’t protect you Alyssa. You can’t hide and neither can he.



Shane pats Alyssa on the bum in patronizing fashion like a dad sending his five year old into school.



SHANE MITCHELL: Off you go Alyssa but remember, we COULD have done anything we wanted with you.



Alyssa rushes away relieved to be away from the mopolyte gang, she bumps into D on the way out as he runs back into scene out of breath. Catching her, he stares at Shane in fury but ultimately decides to care for his fiancé.



Stepping in from the left, the returning Esmeralda Von Krauss has one final announcement it seems.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Fraulein Snow, you’ve done well. I no longer can trust Alyssa to be…impartial.



Staring down Alyssa, you can practically see her skin crawl under Esmeralda’s eyes.



ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: So you will now take on one of the interviews later this evening…the challenger. While Alyssa shall interview the champion.



Putting his arm around Alyssa, ‘D’ leads her away doing his best to comfort her.



ANDI SNOW: So, it’s a ‘no’ on the whole handshake thing then? Got it. I’m still getting paid for this, right?



Andi’s question lay somewhere between reality and sarcasm as Shane isn’t finished. Getting a final in as D walks away.



SHANE MITCHELL: This was just a message D…this time!



JOSEPH GREER: What a way to send a message!



TOMMY ONIONS: For a sec there I thought RSW was going to be done right there. I don’t think we could’ve survived a mopolyte gang bang on Pay Per View.



JOSEPH GREER: What the hell is wrong with you?!



TOMMY ONIONS: Come on Greer! That obviously what they were going to do Joey…



JOSEPH GREER: No Tommy, normal people don’t commit {No Means No} on live pay TV. On that note let’s move on…up next we have another rivalry that’s gotten extremely personal as Lex Collins aims to gain a measure of retribution against Kintaru!

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ALYSSA LUCCHI: How’s everyone enjoying the show tonight?!



The crowd erupts into a chorus of cheers, bringing a small smile to Alyssa Lucchi’s face.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Well, I’m well aware you all didn’t come out here to simply look at me, so let’s get right to the point! My guest at this time is a Former RSW Hybrid Champion! A former GCW Hybrid Champion! A Genesis World Champion! Please join me in welcoming KIIIINTARRUUUU!



“A Nightmare to Remember” begins blaring over the loud speakers, as the crowd breaks out into a cacophony of boos. The boos only intensify once Kintaru steps out from behind the entrance curtain. A short grin spreads on his face as he stops and observes the crowd. The booing doesn’t stop as he makes his way down to the ring.



JOSEPH GREER: The fans here not showing ANY love for Kintaru tonight!



TOMMY ONIONS: WHAT?! I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER HOW MUCH THIS CROWD HATES THIS GUY!



JOSEPH GREER: I SAI- Oh, nevermind!



As Kintaru makes his way into the ring, Alyssa hands him a microphone she handily had beside her. As he takes the microphone the booing intensifies even more. This brings out a chuckle from Kintaru as he begins taking in the electricity in the air. Once Alyssa begins speaking, the boos slowly start to die down to let her talk.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Well, atleast you don’t have to ask them how they really feel.



A small pity laugh emanates from the audience, as the hostility of the crowd dies down more and more.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: So, Kintaru. First off, thank you for joining me here tonight, but let’s not waste this moment of peace with pleasantries. For the past month and a half, you have been going well out of your way to torment Lex Collins. You’ve really been radio silent ever since your return here to RSW, so I need to ask you the one question on everyone’s mind right now. Why are you doing this?



The audience hangs in anticipation as Kintaru considers the question. His signature black sunglasses hide his gaze, but it’s clear he’s staring a hole through Alyssa as he thinks. After what seems like an eternity he brings the mic up to his lips.



KINTARU: Well Alyssa-



Before Kintaru can continue, the crowd erupts into boos again. The crowd’s deafening roar causes a slight flinch from Kintaru as he let’s them get it out of their system. After a few seconds he can be seen swatting away, softly at his ear, as if there were a bug flying around it.



JOSEPH GREER: At this rate, we’re never gonna get to the next match!



TOMMY ONIONS: Good. The longer I get to stare at Alyssa, the better. She really is more attractive in person than on video.



Finally, the crowd begins to die down again. Kintaru waits for the booing to completely die down before bringing the microphone back up again.



KINTARU: You done?



Again the crowd explodes. The length of this session is much shorter than the last however, as Kintaru impatiently awaits with his arms crossed.



KINTARU: Oh… Oh, are you done? Cause I can stand here all night. You’ll get tired of sitting here long before I get tired of standing.



A much weaker chorus of boos breaks out, causing Kintaru to turn his attention back to Alyssa.



KINTARU: This is why I never agree to these stupid things Ms. Lucchi. These people lack the respect to know when to shut up, and lack the fortitude to commit to interrupting me. It’s all really just a disappointment.



A final, slightly stronger reaction of boos from the crowd starts up, before quickly dying down from the exhausted crowd.



KINTARU: So you want to know ‘why?’. Everyone here wants to know WHY. Why did I come back. Why am I targetting Lex Collins. Why, why, why, why, why. Because that’s the only question you don’t have the answer to, right? Why did I do it. You have the Who, what, when, where, and how, but you’re missing that final WHY. The vindicating WHY. Normally I find such a question boring, and trivial, but Ms. Lucchi, due to your… Current relationship status… I almost feel like the two of us are friends. So just for you, right here, right now, I am going to tell you, AND THE WORLD why I chose Lex Collins. Are you ready? This is it. Here we go.



Kintaru hangs on the answer, pulling the microphone in real close. Alyssa instinctively leans in for the answer, the crowd shuffles to the fronts of their seats. Even Joseph and Tommy sit attentively, focusing on Kintaru to make sure they catch every word. After a few more seconds of suspense, Kintaru finally speaks into the microphone.



KINTARU: Why… Not?



A confused grumble overtakes the crowd. Alyssa leans back, clearly unsatisfied with the answer, but Kintaru keeps going.



KINTARU: WHY… NOT?



The grumbling gets louder as Kintaru turns away from Alyssa and faces a section of the crowd.



KINTARU: WHY NOT?



The grumbling becomes actual boos as Kintaru turns around facing another section of the audience.



KINTARU: WHY NOT?!?



The crowd begins growing irate with Kintaru, who has furiously turned his attention to another section.



KINTARU: WHY THE FUCK NOT?!



The boos have now reached the same level they did when Kintaru first entered the arena, as he stampedes to the final side of the ring, almost possessed by the compulsion, kicking the bottom rope as he screams into the mic.



KINTARU: WHY NOT?! WHY NOT?! WHY NOT?!



Kintaru begins repeating it over and over as he runs around the ring, asking everyone in the arena. Asking Alyssa Lucchi. Asking Joseph Greer and Tommy Onions. He eventually turns his attention fully to Alyssa as he continues screaming over the audience booing.



KINTARU: YOU WANNA KNOW WHY I CHOSE LEX COLLINS?! BECAUSE WHO THE FUCK ELSE AM I GONNA PICK?! WHO ELSE IN THIS ENTIRE COMPANY WOULD RING WITH THE SAME LEVEL OF LEGITIMACY?! THE SAME RELEVANCY?! WHO ELSE WOULD THIS CROWD CARE ABOUT?! WHO ELSE WOULD MAKE THEM SO FIRED UP THAT THEY CAN’T EVEN BEAR THE GODDAMN SIGHT OF ME?! WHO?!



Alyssa recoils slightly at the intense reaction from Kintaru, who is showing no signs of slowing down as he turns his attention back to the crowd.



KINTARU: Who here really cared about Isaiah Zepp before he beat Lex Collins for the Legacy Championship? Hmm? What about Senor Vinnie? Did any of you even know he was here before he beat Lex for the Anarchy Championship? Do any of you even REALLY care about Shane Mitchell? Or are you just upset that he beat your fucking poster child Rob Riot?



The boos from the crowd intensify once again, as Kintaru brings his attention back to Alyssa. He’s pulled off his sunglasses and tossed them aside, revealing the fire burning in his eyes.



KINTARU: There is nobody else in this company worthy of the care and attention I’ve given to Lex Collins. Not even your esteemed and fabled fiance. That’s right, not even then Enigma himself, THE MAN KNOWN TO THE WORLD… As… D… How’re things with him going by the way? I’ve noticed he’s been a little on edge lately.



Alyssa pulls back, clearly not wanting to talk about this here. Kintaru smells blood though, and he’s now been sidetracked.



KINTARU: You’ve never seen this side of D, have you? He’s not the man you feel in love with anymore, is he? Not that you’d ever say that outloud, or even intentionally think it. But he’s not the calm headed, kind hearted, wise old soul he sold himself to you as right now, is he?



Alyssa, clearly not wanting this conversation to continue can be seen saying “stop it”, away from the microphone. Kintaru begins advancing on her however, eventually trapping her in the corner of the ring, his nose inches away from hers.



KINTARU: Alyssa, I’ve known D a long time. Longer than anyone else I’ve ever known in this business. So let me share a piece of advice with you. “D” isn’t the shining white knight you’ve framed him as if your dreams, and your fantasies. He’s simply just never been in THAT place since he’s known you. It’s not somewhere he likes to go. In fact, these days I believe he actively tries to avoid it. But you deserve to know, that underneath all the philanthropy, and the good intentions, and the calm, analytical demeanor… If anyone ever manages to pull that all away, to really reveal the true heart and soul of the Enigma… That person would find out that his soul… Is Pitch… Fucking… Bla-



Kintaru gets cut off by “Re-Education (Through Labour)” by Rise Against suddenly kicking in over the sound system. Kintaru immediately drops the mic and turns his attention to the entrance, as Lex begins sprinting down the ramp.