Masquerade IV

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Lex is running to the ring as Kintaru chuckles while he paces the far corner.



Bob Mooney doesn’t even get to offer a ring introduction, the bell rings as Lex dives under the bottom rope only to see his opponent exit the ring.



DING! DING!! DING!!!



JOSEPH GREER: There’s the bell in this table match, Bob didn’t even get through Lex’s intro Tommy!



TOMMY ONIONS: I love the idea of this match Joey, you literally have to smash something to win!



JOSEPH GREER: Kintaru already with the mind games, he’s going to do his best to get in the head of Lex Collins.



TOMMY ONIONS: Ol’ Kinty is starting to grow on me Greer. He’s no Frank Windsor, but who is right?



As Shawna stands by more or less helpless, Lex Collins saves his breath to fuel his attack as he motions for Kintaru to get in the ring.



KINTARU: Temper temper Lex. I’ll never understand what she sees in you. Probably trapped and ‘in it for the kids’ from here on out…



Lex runs, sliding to the outside. This time instead of running away, Kintaru flattens Lex with a huge running boot!



JOSEPH GREER: Oh! Big boot to Collins’ head, look at him Tommy!



Smirking, Kintaru begins to measure Lex.



TOMMY ONIONS: What?! Dude likes his job, so what!



Boos start to rain down as Kintaru takes a running start to accentuate a soccer kick buried into the ribs of the former Anarchy and Legacy Champion!



KINTARU: I’m going to enjoy this Collins…



Dragging Lex to his feet, the smaller man is sent hurling into the stairs.



JOSEPH GREER: Back first into the stairs! Lex let his emotions get the better of him and he’s paying for it!



TOMMY ONIONS: Here we go! Let’s see some shit get broken Greer!



Reaching beneath the ring, the crowd cheers as Kintaru begins pulling out tables and stacking them up. He gets Lex on top of the last table erected before grabbing a ladder.



The crowd is going crazy as Kintaru sets up the ladder along side the ropes nearest the stacked tables and a motionless Lex.



JOSEPH GREER: Kintaru has evil intention here Tommy!



TOMMY ONIONS: Nah…I’m pretty sure he’s just going to hurt him really bad.



The sounds of Joseph Greer’s palm slapping his forehead is immediately drowned out as the crowd roars and Kintaru takes a moment to look down to Lex Collins’ limp body atop the stacked tables.



JOSEPH GREER: Don’t do it! It’s just a match!



TOMMY ONIONS: Do it!



Shaking his head slightly, everyone in the building seems to be thinking what Joseph Greer finally vocalizes.



JOSEPH GREER: Something is wrong…wait I think Kintaru thinks Lex is playing possum!



TOMMY ONIONS: Huh?



Proving Greer right, Lex sits up drawing a huge burst of adrenaline from the roaring fans.



JOSEPH GREER: Collins is up! Collins is up! Kintaru won’t jump!



Within moments, Lex jumps from the stacked tables to use the top rope as a springboard to place himself on almost equal measure with Kintaru.



JOSEPH GREER: An impressive show of athleticism from Lex Collins, now they’re digging at the top of the ladder.



TOMMY ONIONS: This is going to be awesome!



JOSEPH GREER: This has disaster written all over it Tommy!



TOMMY ONIONS: Like I said…this is going to be awesome.



A punch to the stomach lets Lex climb a wrung to come closer to looking his tormentor in the eye.



Trading punch for punch, Lex sneaks an elbow in wobbling the bigger man sending a gasp through the cheering fans.



Grabbing at his foe, Lex looks to finish off Kintaru…



JOSEPH GREER: Both men now trading punches!



TOMMY ONIONS: Come on both fall! Come on both fall!



Punches fly as they jockey for position, Lex once again begins to gain an upper hand. Doing his best to fight him off, Kintaru drives an elbow into Lex’s chest while attempting to sidestep and straddle the ladder.



JOSEPH GREER: What is Kintaru doing? Oh no…he’s not thinking…he’s going for a Super Kintaru Kutter!



TOMMY ONIONS: Here it is! If this doesn’t end up in the company highlight reel, I don’t know what will!



The crowd is a mixture of concern and bloodlust as the two men continue to fight amid several horrible ways this could end.



JOSEPH GREER: That’s fifteen feet or more to the ring canvas, eleven to be decapitated by the ropes…probably twenty to the concrete floor! Then there probably twelve feet to the stacked table before crashing to that unforgiving arena floor! And they’re still fighting up there…I’m not sure I can take it anymore!



TOMMY ONIONS: I think I’m about to…ahhhhhh!



An awkward silence precedes an eye rake as Kintaru makes his move…



JOSEPH GREER: Rake to the eyes…Kintaru Kutter!!!! No!!!!!! Lex blocked it! Oh my God!



Reversing the reversal, Kintaru back-elbows Lex before doing the unthinkable…



Having traded places, he puts all of his weight into shoving Lex Collins from the ladder and crashing to the canvas.



JOSEPH GREER: Oh! Lex is down! Lex Collins is down! Wait….oh no!



The crowd is on baited breath as Kintaru frantically tries to steady himself. Thousands of RSW fans have their hearts in their throats…



KINTARU: I’m still going to find…



Crossing his arms, Kintaru doesn’t fight it anymore, giving in to gravity…



JOSEPH GREER: Oh my God! No!



TOMMY ONIONS: Yes!!!!!!!



…time seems to slow as he falls outside the ring, his body crashing through the tables before hitting the ringside mats with a sickening thud!



JOSEPH GREER: Lex Collins is down but Kintaru might be dead! That was beyond…



TOMMY ONIONS: Awesome!!!! That was incredible! Company highlight reel baby!



Shawna calls for the bell before throwing up the dreaded ‘X’ symbol drawing two EMT teams from the back!



BOB MOONEY: Winner of the match…Lex Collins!



TOMMY ONIONS: Kintaru defeated Kintaru here…



JOSEPH GREER: I suppose there’s a little truth to that.



Lex manages to get an arm in the air to celebrate his win as the fans cheer him on and the EMTs come to check on him.

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‘Re-education(through labour)’ by Rise Against continues blaring throughout the arena as Lex Collins wearily makes his way to the back and EMTs attend to Kintaru.



JOSEPH GREER: That was incredible! Lex Collins is the winner in a brutal and heated table match, but what a display from Kintaru!



TOMMY ONIONS: He’s batshit crazy! He had to have seen that Lex moved…but he jumped anyways! The crowd is still chanting Holy Shit!



JOSEPH GREER: Crazy or genius?



TOMMY ONIONS: Never thought I’d correct someone, but crazy Greer. Definitely crazy.



JOSEPH GREER: Is he? Or did Kintaru just up the game between himself and Lex? Sure on the surface Lex Collins can begin his climb back up to championship status after a couple razor close title losses, but he’ll do so wondering if things are truly over between himself and Kintaru…



TOMMY ONIONS: Nope, still crazy!



JOSEPH GREER: Regardless, before we get any deeper into what has already been a roller coaster of adrenaline here at Masquerade IV, let’s take a closer look at tonight’s main event.



Shane Mitchell is shown making his way to the ring, his deceased fiancé Tiffany at his side. The then reverend is all smiles as they walk the aisle to a long forgotten match.



Cutting through static, ‘D’ is shown making his own way to the RSW ring, Alyssa on his arm. Like Shane, ‘D’ looks happy in the presence of his own love.



ANNOUNCER: Two men walk in different directions along the same path. One shrouded in darkness, seeking the light. The other hiding in the shadows cast by that same light. The light of love…



Tiffany’s abduction at the hands of PT Merciless is intersected with footage from earlier this very night where Shane’s own Mopolytes attempted to get into ‘D’s’ head by showing him just how easy it would be to do the same to his precious Alyssa.



ANNOUNCER: …each man has won multiple World Championships on the strength of their love for another, even if they failed to realize it in the moment.



Pictures of each man proudly carrying championship gold while their respective amours look in proudly begin to flood the screen. The chief difference?



All but one of ‘D’s’ Championships occur outside Riot Star Wrestling, whereas Shane Mitchell May be the single most decorated wrestler RSW has ever seen.



ANNOUNCER: Tonight, each man brings their love…lost and found. They bring their passion. Their immense in-ring talents and perhaps most importantly…their anger and hatred…into tonight’s main event for the Riot Star Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship.



Shane Mitchell is shown forcefully kissing Alyssa before the scene switches to ‘D’ knocking down the Champion mere moments later. This scene fades into a shot of the empty arena and a 360° shot of the ominous and unforgiving Hell In A Cell.



ANNOUNCER: Two men walk in different directions along the same path. One shrouded in darkness, seeking the light. The other hiding in the shadows cast by that same light. Later tonight we find out which one is which as they go into Hell itself to battle for the right to be called Champion!



Fading to black, soon a live shot of the arena on the RioTron draws a cheer from the Spanish crowd as the cameras pan to Joseph Greer and Tommy Onions at the commentary table.



JOSEPH GREER: Love, hate, anger, combat…tragedy this world championship contest later tonight has it all. A tale worthy of William Shakespeare himself Tommy! I can’t wait to see what happens once ‘D’ challenges Shane Mitchell for the RSW World Heavyweight Championship.



TOMMY ONIONS: Spoiler alert Greer…he ain’t winning. My bookie has the odds of ‘D’ winning so low that I could retire of a one hundred dollar bet Joey! And I still won’t bet on him!



JOSEPH GREER: Obviously you are referring to Esmeralda Von Krauss. Our current Acting Majority Shareholder, who has taken exception with the enigmatic challenger many months back and seems poised to get yet another opportunity to torture ‘D’ and his future wife…our own Alyssa Lucchi!



TOMMY ONIONS: Alyssa might want to be careful Greer before she finds herself unemployed…again AND hidden away in a cage somewhere at Shane Mitchell’s creepy ass compound.



JOSEPH GREER: I hope for her sake she’s safe and sound for the duration of the match Tommy, because Shane Mitchell has been a different man since the passing of his beloved fiancé Tiffany…and the experts, and apparently your bookie seem to believe Mitchell will stop at nothing to show ‘D’ just how quickly it can all crumble to dust…but that’s later tonight…up next we have a very special treat as our affiliates at the XHF Network have granted our very own RSW World Tagteam Champions at chance at their reigning Network Champions…stay tuned as Filth Factory challenge The Nihilists for the XHF Global Championships next here at Masquerade!

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Back in the arena, the fans are all abuzz in the midst of everything that has gone on so far throughout the course of the evening. “No Tears Left to Cry” by Ariana Grande begins to play from the speakers, sending the crowd into a frenzy as the RioTron lights up with video clips of highlights from Andi Snow’s various matches and photo shoots.



As the music picks up in tempo, Andi emerges from behind the curtains and makes her way out onto the stage sending the crowd into an uproar of cheers.



TOMMY ONIONS: Isn’t it enough that she’s doing interviews, but she has to come down to the ring too? What an attention whore!



JOSEPH GREER: Maybe she just has something to say.



TOMMY ONIONS: Whatever. I thought everything had to be approved nowadays.



Andi smiles and waves to the crowd out of appreciation for their positive welcome, with this being the first time since her attack last Anarchy that she has been in front of the fans. She steps down the ramp dressed in a pair of simple white tennis shoes with a silver charmbracelet dangling around one ankle, super short denim cutoff shorts that highlight her long tanned legs, and a simple white t-shirt with a Hello Kitty face stamped across her chest. The shirt, tied up around her upper abdomen, shows off her toned abs and a glimpse of the bandages wrapped around her ribs from her injury.



JOSEPH GREER: You have to admit that she does look good.



TOMMY ONIONS: I don’t have to admit anything, but the whore does look good. Yes.



Still, despite not being 100%, Andi bounces down the runway enthusiastically as her signature ponytail sways from side to side with each step. She makes her way up the steps and carefully dips under the middle rope and into the ring where she once again waves and blows kisses to the crowd. Andi requests a microphone from one of the crew members ringside and is obliged. She takes a moment to soak up the crowd’s reaction as her music dies down before she begins to speak.



ANDI SNOW: Hola, Espana!” (She says cheerfully.) “I can’t tell you how great it feels to be here in Spain tonight at Masquerade…Although I’d rather be competing tonight, it still feels great to get out here and see all your smiling faces!…



Once again Andi receives a generous pop from the crowd.



ANDI SNOW: Now, I know we have one hell of a show for you guys tonight and I don’t want to take up too much of your time…But I wanted to get something off of my chest…metaphorically speaking of course.



The fans erupt in a mixture of cheers and laughter.



ANDI SNOW: So I’ll just get to it…As all of you know, I was brutally attacked by some coward who didn’t even have the decency to show his face….and while this person remains to be identified, I couldn’t help but wonder why somebody would do such a thing…and then I got to thinking…well…if i’m totally honest, I haven’t been the best version of myself lately, and could have been a little nicer…So as of tonight, i’m turning over a new leaf…I know I’ve said some harsh things and have done things to hurt some people’s feelings…but tonight all of that changes, and i’m starting with someone who is one of the first people I intentionally humiliated and feel I owe an apology.



Turning to face the commentary table, Andi sets her sights on Tommy Onions specifically.



ANDI SNOW: Tommy…a couple months back, I brought out someone to impersonate you and humiliated them in an effort to demean your character…so I’d like to take this opportunity to make things right. Would you join me in the ring please?



Looking a little unsure of what to do, Tommy Onions removes his headset before standing up from the commentary table. Taking a microphone of his own, Tommy makes his way up into the ring where he faces Andi square on.



ANDI SNOW: Tommy, I owe you an apology…I’m truly sorry for insinuating that you have a micropenis. Even though you’ve said some pretty off color things about me in the past, I still have no actual proof that you’ve got a baby dick. So for that, I’m sorry…could you ever forgive me?



She asks, innocently batting her eyelashes. Tommy ponders this for a moment before raising the microphone to his mouth and speaking.



TOMMY ONIONS: Gee, I don’t know…You sure did cause me a lot of mental anguish…not to mention my freak number has been at an all time low. I think you need to show me an act of good faith to prove how sorry you really are.



Andi sighs and shakes her head before responding.



ANDI SNOW: I thought you might say that. What about a good old fashioned hug?



Tommy chuckles at the suggestion before shaking his own head.



TOMMY ONIONS: Sugar tits, the only way i’m going to accept any kind of apology from you is if you give me a great big ol’ kiss on the lips. Then i’d say we’re even.



Andi’s eyes widen. She rolls her eyes with one hand on her hip, the other with the microphone steady in her grasp.



ANDI SNOW: Honestly, Tommy, the only way your lips would ever touch my body is if they were kissing my ass!



The crowd erupts in cheers as Andi laughs along with them. Tommy thinks it over for a second before raising the mic back to his lips.



TOMMY ONIONS: Challenge accepted!



The fans begin to rally in Tommy’s favor surprisingly. Andi looks around at the audience, shocked for a moment. She then looks as if she’s mulling it over in her head. After a brief pause, Andi finally raises the microphone to her lips to respond.



ANDI SNOW: Deal!



With that, Andi turns her back on Tommy Onions before hiking up her shorts to expose both of her asscheeks. Tommy can’t believe his luck, but wants to milk this moment for all his worth. He gets down on one knee, then the other, before firmly planting a kiss on Andi’s right buttcheek. Then, her plants a kiss on the other. Finally he pushes his face in between them and begins to motorboat Andi’s ass with his face sending the crowd’s cheers into a deafening roar heard throughout the arena.



Andi shrieks out of shock and embarrassment as she slaps Tommy’s face away and turns around to face him. She pulls the bottoms of her shorts back down to cover her rear end, with Tommy still standing on his knees with a wide toothy grin on his face. Andi motions for him to stand up, to which he does.



ANDI SNOW: Okay…so now are we cool?



TOMMY ONIONS: Baby, cool is the furthest word I would use to describe what just happened…but yeah, you’re good in my book!



ANDI SNOW: Perfect. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go find some antibacterial wipes…



Andi’s theme music begins to play again. She embraces Tommy in a friendly hug, which he holds just a little bit too long. Tearing herself from his arms, Andi blows Tommy a kiss and she quickly exits the ring. She can be seen laughing to herself and blushing at the same time as she waves at fans, giggling all the way up the ramp. The scene fades as Tommy stands in the center of the ring with his hands raised triumphantly.

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The arena dims down to pitch blackness. Two male voices are heard softly saying, “Embrace … the emptiness.” The RioTron lights up with the video package known to the XHF to represent the Nihilists, the XHF Global Tag Team Champions. “Saviour of Nothing” by Disturbed begins to play and a single blue spotlight illuminates the stage. On the stage standing back to back facing either side of the arena are Esmur and Gebin, the Nihilists. They wear the XHF Global Tag Team Championship belts around their waists. The camera zooms right up from the ramp to their masked faces as they slowly turn to look at it. They then walk past it and out of frame as it zooms out. The two men mean business as they quickly walk to the ring and slide under the bottom rope. The push to their feet and step to the center of the ring as the spotlight turns slowly from blue to pink to white. The two men remain back to back facing the two sides of the crowd left and right of the entryway. Alyssa Lucchi enters the ring with a microphone. The Nihilists approach her as the lights return to normal and the music cuts.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Gentlemen, welcome to Riot Star Wrestling and to Masquerade IV.



GEBIN: Thank you Alyssa. It is long overdue for these titles to make their way to Riot Star. For one of the original signees to the new XHF Network there has been surprisingly little interaction between you and the network so it is good to get this train rolling.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: For those who may not know you here, why not introduce yourselves?



ESMUR: We are Esmur and Gebin, the Nihilists. We represent the Ascension Wrestling Federation and are the reigning and defending XHF Global Tag Team Champions. For the last nearly ten months we have been dominating all competition throughout AWF and the XHF Network. And last month at Diamonds are Forever we were given the shot at the titles we fought for in the Tag Team Annihilator at End of Days.



GEBIN: And like we predicted, the belts came to us. You see we present a unique style of tag wrestling, playing off each other’s strengths and relying on each other. After fifteen years of working together we have honed our skills to a knife edge and nothing short of a miracle could stop us in the ring. We may not look imposing, but the largest, strongest, and fastest of foes have broken before our combined ability.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: You certainly worked hard for those titles. After the Icons and Team Viper avoided the issue, you two took the match from Filth Factory almost immediately.



ESMUR: Yes we did, because we believe in being fighting champions and defending these belts often and everywhere. RSW has never hosted a title match while the likes of Champoon, AXW, AWF, and SSS all have. We saw an opportunity to give your fans an introduction to the titles … and to the glory of the endless void.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Endless void?



GEBIN: We do not blame you for being uninformed of our message. As we said we have never been on RSW until now. But rest assured you will all know what we bring to the table. Our goal is to get as many eyes and ears on us as we can to spread the message of the darkness. So many people toil away in their lives putting off good things and pushing off responsibility for themselves to some higher power or afterlife-based rewards. And frankly it’s embarrassing. Looking for meaning and reason in the silliest things. It took us years to understand but the darkness has guided us here to this moment and we owe it to the freedom we have gained to spread that freedom to anyone who will listen.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Oh … kay … that’s a bit dark but I suppose that’s not really that odd considering some of the stuff RSW showcases is it?



ESMUR: We wondered why you were put off when the people who represent your tag division are purveyors of such disgusting and disturbing images. Truly they are troubled people in need of our help.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Are you not worried? Filth Factory are young and in their primes, they are undefeated and have taken the RSW by storm.



ESMUR: Oh for sure. They are talented and in the ring there are no teams like them. A true challenge for us and our message. The kind of team we must defeat to etch our names into the history books and make sure our message is discussed long after we are gone. This is not an indictment of their talent but their personalities, mental health, and actions outside the ring. We intend to bring a little class to this establishment.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: So what can we expect from you guys tonight?



GEBIN: A fluid showcase of untethered motion. A showcase of the glory of the darkness. A high flying, body bending, win streak ending work of art in the ring in terms of entertainment, ring psychology, and violence. And when our hands are raised and we hold our belts high here in the arena … respect. You will all respect us and the other XHF feds a little more, and we will show respect for our foes. After all, this is a service to them. Getting a global shot and having us come to you, getting the honor of falling to the nihilist machine that has been running roughshod over everyone. Getting that first glimpse into the yawning cavernous abyss … it is magical.



ESMUR: And once we have put them down … we will help them up. And if they so wish it we will shake their hands … and invite them to try again at the XHF Rumble. You see there is a tag title match to happen there and we would be honored to have you come to our domain once more and fight a real tag team on the biggest stage. XHF brass has hinted at some multi-team match and RSW deserves to be represented.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: … But what if you lose?



GEBIN: An unlikely but possible scenario. It has happened … once … well then we will invoke our rematch clause for the rumble because that is what will put the most butts in the seats. Doesn’t change much. But after tonight, all you loyal RSW fans here in Spain, all the viewers around the world, and all the people in the back … will know …they need to embrace eternity.



They walk away from her and get ready for the match to come.

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BOB MOONEY: This next contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the XHF Global Tag Team Championship! Featuring first the challengers. Anthony “Knucks” Stevenson and Salem Shepard…they are Filth Factory!



The Arena lights dim and flicker a few times as the word Filth Factory flickers on the Rio Tron Instead of it being blood dripping we see gold dripping from the letters down the screen and even dripping from Rio Tron to the ramp. Then the lights go down as two spotlights shine down on the ramp. 10 midget ladies dressed in very little Filth Factory black dresses with gold trim are on the ramp. They are kicking to a beat of music and they are kicking 3 feet high above their heads. They split down the middle and move to the side. 5 to the left and 5 to the right. The girls at the same time rip off their black and gold dresses. The girls are wearing gold thongs and pasties with gold tassels.



Oompa loompa doompety doo



We got da tag team champions



Oompa loompa doompety dee



If you are wise you’ll listen to me



What do you get when you Fuck with Filth Factory



Oompa loompa doompety da



Midgets, tons of them, all female, came out from behind the curtain wearing thong bikinis and had super soakers in hand, along with bloody body part necklaces. The female midgets lined both sides of the ramp as the song continued to play. They raised their super soakers high and stood still as two figures appeared from the top of the ramp.



A strobe light flickers a few times as “Filth Factory” by G-Mo Skee starts.



The midgets who weren’t terrorizing the fans with fake sperm and bloody body parts were twerking their little midget asses. Salem paused as they headed to the ring, from inside the mask he licked his lips as he stared at the short, fat legged gyrating midget booties.



Two charities are being pulled out by 12 midgets 6 on each side of each charity come out wearing horse heads and horse tail but plugs hang out of the thongs. These carts are gold and white, trimmed with red velvet interior. Red Filth Factory logos on the sides. Tag Champ belts are fitted on the front of each cart. Salem Face is painted like Normal and Knucks face is painted again like a skull but this time its White and Red paint making up a skull on his face. The two men are wearing black military pants cut off at the knees. They have on Black hoodies that say Filth Factory on it. A sexy midget rides with each feeding them grapes and giving them grapes.



Blood starts spraying from the super soakers and other oompa midgets continue playing with and tossing what looks to be real body parts dripping in blood, the arena goes dark as people scream as a huge saw blade starts going down the ramp slowly as a spotlight shines on it. A few bodies are laying on the ramp being held by the midgets. The blade hits the first body and you hear a woman scream as blood sprays on the crowd. The saw blade continues and cuts up the second body. The midgets drags the cut in half corpses. To the back, the lights turn back on. The duo is wearing black military shorts and black singlet tops that say Filth Factory. Fans are still trying to get the blood off of them.



JOSEPH GREER: It’s. just disgusting that they are allowed to have an entrance like this.



TOMMY ONIONS: Hey. Cut the future double tag team champions a break.They’re just doing what’s awesome.



JOSEPH GREER: You say that now, but if one of those little people got fake blood on you. I bet you would feel differently.



TOMMY ONIONS: That’s different. There’s a difference between watching something happen to other people and having it happen to yourself. I would be pissed.



BOB MOONEY: And in their opponents in this corner. Gebin and Esmur. They are the XHF Global Tag Team Champions….the Nihilists!



Gebin and Esmur ignore the mixed reaction from the crowd as Esmur goes to the corner and Gebin remains in the ring. Knucks and Salem play a quick round of “rock, paper, scissors” and Knucks remains in the ring while Salem goes to the outside.



The bell rings to start the match, Knucks begins the festivities by hitting Gebin with lefts and rights before throwing him into the ropes. He hits a clothesline, sending Gebin to the mat. He quickly. Shifts gears to a series of stomps and kicks in order to keep Gebin down on the mat.



Gebin does a spin, sweeping Knucks’ legs out from under him. This allows him time to kippup and meet the rising Knucks with a European uppercut! He follows this up with an arm drag then another one. When Knucks pops up again, Gebin clotheslines him down to the mat!



JOSEPH GREER: Gebin showing some speed here tonight.



TOMMY ONIONS: Doesn’t he show speed every night that he wrestles?



JOSEPH GREER: Yeah, but not on an RSW stage he hasn’t.



TOMMY ONIONS: I see. New to you.



Knucks gets back to his feet and is met by a series of chops. Gebin whips him into his own corner where Esmur puts a foot up onto the top turnbuckle for Knucks to run into. Gebin follows up with backflipping into an elbow strike and tags in Esmur. They hit a double armdrag to get Knucks out of the corner and into the center of the ring.



Esmur gets Knucks up, applying an abdominal stretch. It doesn’t last long as Knucks turns it into a hip toss. He drills the rising Esmur with a hard right hand that staggers the man before he grabs Esmur by the head to hit several rising knees to the gut. He throws Esmur into the corner and goes for a quick avalanche to the back, but Esmur launches himself backward from the corner to hit a back elbow strike to the jaw!



While Knucks is stunned, Esmur grabs him by the wrist. He twists the arm and hits a riott kick!



JOSEPH GREER: I think that Knucks and Salem went into this match a little overconfident. That might be their downfall in this.



TOMMY ONIONS: You have to admit that they have good reason to be confident. They are undefeated as far as tag team matches go.



Esmur grabs Knucks by the arm to pick him up, but Knucks lunges up into a point blank spear. He lifts Esmur up into the air and charges into the corner! He tags in Salem Shepard. They grab Esmur by both arms and whip him back into the corner before Knucks exits the ring.



Salem pulls Esmur to the center of the ring and grabs him by the throat to go for a choke slam, but Esmur kicks him straight in the nuts to get him to release the hold. Esmur hits a DDT on the doubled over Salem. Esmur grabs Salem by the legs and slams him into the mat with a cloverleaf backbreaker!



TOMMY ONIONS: Totally an overconfidence thing.



JOSEPH GREER: Or the champions could just be that good.



TOMMY ONIONS: The RSW champions are that good.



Esmur pulls Salem up and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Salem acts first, and hits a facebuster! Salem pulls Esmur up and hits a piledriver! Salem backs up to his corner, but doesn’t tag in Knucks as he waits for Esmur to get up.



Salem grabs Esmur from behind, hitting a back suplex. He pulls Esmur up and hurls him into a neutral corner. He follows up, grabbing Esmur, and suplexing him out of the corner and into the middle of the ring. Salem pops up and kicks Esmur in the rib cage before pulling him to his feet to hit a slingshot suplex. Salem gets up and tags in Knucks, who leaps over the ropes to get into the ring. He waits for Esmur to get up and clotheslines him back to the mat before applying a figure four leglock.



The hold isn’t held for long as Gebin breaks the hold with a quick flying elbow drop. He rolls back outside of the ring before the ref can yell at him. Knucks gets up, dropping a quick knee on the still downed Esmur before mounting him and hitting him with lefts and rights. He gets off when the ref begins to yell. He waits for Esmur to get up and DDTs him to the mat.



TOMMY ONIONS: I think that Knucks did a better DDT right there.



JOSEPH GREER: Better than the one that Esmur did to Salem? They both looked pretty good to me.



TOMMY ONIONS: Where’s your company pride? Cheer for Filth Factory!



JOSEPH GREER: I’m an unbiased reporter. And besides, it isn’t like Knucks and Salem have company pride. They keep saying that they have Jobber City Championships.



TOMMY ONIONS: Have enough pride for them too?



Knucks gets Esmur up and goes for a suplex, but Esmur blocks it. Knucks tries again and it is again blocked. This time Esmur reverses the suplex. He jumps to his feet and rushes to the corner as Knucks gets up and gives chase. Springboard roundhouse kick! Esmur tags in Gebin, who give Knucks an assisted power slam to the mat before going for the cover.



One



Two



Th-Knucks kicks out!



Gebin gets Knucks up and puts him into a side headlock and the hits a headlock driver! With Knucks down, Gebin goes to the top rope. He leaps into the air and lands on Knucks’ knees!



JOSEPH GREER: Oooh. Gebin took a risk and it did not come out well for him.



TOMMY ONIONS: The fucker rolled snake eyes!



Knucks stands up, watching as Gebin rises. He grabs Gebin and whips him into a corner while following. Gebin springboard backflips out of the corner and over Knucks’ head. Knucks puts on the brakes and hits a back elbow before Gebin can react to knock him down. He grabs Gebin by the legs and applies a figure four leglock! The ref checks to see if Gebin will give up, but he just shakes his head.



Esmur runs in and stomps Knucks to break the hold with Salem running in to clothesline Esmur. Salem gets Esmur up, but is Irish whipped into the ropes. Esmur follows with a clothesline of his own that sends both men over the top rope!



Knucks stands up, waits for Gebin to get up, and hits a spear! He quickly goes for the cover.



One



Two



Th-Gebin kicks out!



Outside of the ring Esmur jumps up to the ring apron, waits for Salem to get up, and goes for a leaping bulldog! Salem holds his ground and hurls Esmur into the ring railing!



Inside the ring, Knucks waits for Gebin to get up, and goes for the code breaker! Gebin catches Knucks instead and hits a power bomb!



JOSEPH GREER: Knucks tried to finish the match with the AKS, but Gebin having none of it!



TOMMY ONIONS: That’s why they’re the champions!



JOSEPH GREER: Are you cheering for the Nilhists now? What about company pride?



TOMMY ONIONS: I prefer to side with history.



Gebin goes to the top rope, but sees Salem toss Esmur into the corner steps. He turns and hits Salem with the shooting star press!



JOSEPH GREER: Gebin with the Empty Abyss against Salem outside of the ring!



TOMMY ONIONS: What a fool! He could have ended the match right there instead of helping his partner!



Gebin helps Esmur up and rolls into the ring. He climbs to the top rope, but Knucks jumps to his feet, and shakes the top rope to force Gebin to fall and rack himself on the top turnbuckle. Knucks climbs to the top rope, pulls Gebin up, and goes for a superplex! Gebin elbows Knucks in the gut a few times to break the hold. He grabs Knucks by the head and hits the Spanish fly! He goes for the cover!



One



Two



Three!



JOSEPH GREER: Gebin with Nothingness for the win!



TOMMY ONIONS: The Nihilists on a hot streak! Look out challengers in the Rumble!



JOSEPH GREER: The Nihilists are in the Rumble?



TOMMY ONIONS: There is rumor that they will be defending their titles in a multi team match at the Rumble.



BOB MOONEY: Winners of the match and STILL XHF Global Tag Team champions….the Nihilists!



Esmur and Gebin take their titles and head to the back while Salem rolls into the ring to check on the downed Knucks.



JOSEPH GREER: Now the question becomes this. Will Filth Factory survive their first major loss?



TOMMY ONIONS: I think one of them is going to be fired…



JOSEPH GREER: Why do you say that?



TOMMY ONIONS: They still have the RSW tag team titles. No team can go long with the titles before one of them either vanishes or is fired. I think Salem is going to have a breakdown.



JOSEPH GREER: I think they’ll be just fine. They were friends before they were team mates.



TOMMY ONIONS: I still think Salem is due to go postal.

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Moving backstage, the scene is set up for an interview to take place. A large flat plasma tv is mounted on the backdrop of a steel fence with the RSW logo plastered across the screen. Two high director’s chairs are positioned on either side of the screen with a tall table setup in between them; A bucket of ice with a few water bottles rests on it’s surface.



Andi Snow is seated in one of the director’s chairs with a microphone in one hand and a few small cue cards in the other that has talking points scribbled on them. After a producer off screen signals to Andi that they’re live, she perks up and holds the microphone to her lips before looking into the camera and begins to speak.



ANDI SNOW: In just a few short moments I’ll be joined by D, who later this evening will be challenging the currently RSW World Heavyweight Champion Shane Mitchell for his title. This show has already started off pretty tense and will likely end in a lot of bloodshed and chaos, but before we get to that let’s take a look at the journey of the mysterious man known as The Enigma…



The camera zooms in on the flat screen that begins to show (insert highlights that range from the arrival of the disguised wrestler to the point where he’s revealed to be D and whatever else you’d like here).



Fading out, we now find D seated across from Andi with a RSW microphone in his hand as well.



ANDI SNOW: Wow, what a crazy road it has been for you so far.



She says enthusiastically before glancing down at her cue cards then looking back up to D.



ANDI SNOW: How does it feel to finally be getting your shot at Shane Mitchell tonight for the RSW World Heavyweight Title?



For a moment he doesn’t say anything, just as Andi considers stepping in, he starts.



D: I’ve been doing this a long time Miss Snow…I’ve seen more than most. Been through more than most. Every war I’ve been in has left small fragments of my soul all over this world, yet somehow I seem to always manage to have enough to move on. This is the first time I’ve been able to get a true opportunity to answer the question I’ve had ever since I decided to come back as Vengador Oscuro…can I still do it?



Pausing he seems to briefly contemplate the answer to his own question before continuing.



D: Three times I have been a recognized World Champion Miss Snow. To gain those Championships I defeated Jason Blade, Jason Speck and Rob Riot…and though it’s true that many years have passed since that night against the Riot Star, I feel it Miss Snow…I believe.



ANDI SNOW: Inspired words, honestly…



Andi shuffles through her cards again and reads off another question.



ANDI SNOW You mentioned your comeback as Vengador Oscuro…Reminds us, why did you decide to come back under an alias? Why not just be yourself? Were you worried that you wouldn’t be taken seriously or we you just hiding behind a facade like so many others do?



Andi raises an eyebrow after adding the second and third questions herself.



D: I hid my identity because I didn’t want to be pushed to the top of the card quickly based on things I’d done years before. I needed to prove to myself that I could do what I did before…that I could still work my way up to the top…I wanted a fresh start.



Clearly a tad thrown off, D reaches for a bottle of water. He opens it, taking a long drink.



ANDI SNOW: I can definitely relate to wanting a fresh start.



Andi eyes the water bottles then her cue cards before slumping back in her chair and audibly sighing.



ANDI SNOW: I’m sorry…I can’t do this…this is just so…so boring. So predictable. I mean come on….evvvvery interview is the same. The same setup…the same bottled water-…look at all that fucking water! Are you trying to tell me that amidst all the crazy shit that goes on in RSW, that we’re really trying to focus on hydration? Come the fuck on…hey…hey you!



Andi motions to a producer off camera.



ANDI SNOW: Show Runner Dude…there’s a bottle of Tequila on the vanity in my locker room. Be a doll and go fetch it will ya?



The man behind the camera looks somewhat bewildered.



ANDI SNOW: Fucking NOW, dude, this is live!



The sound of shuffling can be heard, presumably meaning the stage hand has followed Andi’s instructions.



ANDI SNOW: In the meantime, why don’t we spice things up a little?



Andi begins fiddling with her smart phone to sync with the tv. Suddenly the plasma mounted to the wall lights up with a mirrored view of what her phone sees. Andi seems to be live-streaming the interview from her phone. The plasma screen shows Andi’s face with a cute filter applied to show hearts around her face as followers begin to flood into the feed.



ANDI SNOW: Hey guys! I’m here with D, and I want to take your questions but first i just want to get something off my chest.



Andi then looks into the camera.



ANDI SNOW: So, first of all, I don’t really know what’s going on between D, Esmerelda, Shane, and Alyssa but I’m pretty sure I somehow just got thrust into the middle of it and I just want to let it be known that I don’t want any part in this. I realize that having my legs wrapped around D’s face put him in a compromising position with his fiancé…



She then glances over to D.



ANDI SNOW: Sorry about that by the way.



Turning her attention back to the camera, Andi continues.



ANDI SNOW: I just want to let it be known that, for the record, I’m not interested in breaking up anyone’s happy home and I’m pretty sure D has no intention of hooking up with me.



Andi looks back to D.



ANDI SNOW: D, do you want to fuck me?



She asks matter of factory, turning her phone so that her followers and the tv screen mounted to the wall can catch his honest reaction.



Coughing, the paint he typically wears to the ring masks some of the surprise.



D: No. I’m quite happy with my current arrangement…despite Shane Mitchell, I intend to redouble my efforts to ensure Alyssa’s safety after tonight.



Andi: That’s settled then. Now we can move onto more important things…OOH and not a moment too soon!”



Just then, a PA appears onscreen to produce a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses. He places them on the table between the two before Andi quickly fills the glasses to the brim with the clear liquid. She knocks hers back in an instant, slamming the glass down on the table with a dull thud.



Andi: Yummy…D, care for some?



She asks, gesturing to his shot glass. D, not being much of a drinker, politely declines to which Andi simply shrugs before lifting his glass into the air as well.



Andi: Oh well, more for me. You know what they say…when in Spain…



Before bothering to finish the statement Andi knocks back the second shot before tossing the glass behind her somewhere. She nonchalantly let’s the cue cards slide from her lap and onto the floor before running a hand through her ponytail and turning her attention to her phone. The screen behind them has lit up with comments from viewers.



Andi: Oh look, we already have a bunch of questions. Let’s see…oh this one is juicy. @b_Rad asks, and I quote, ‘if you’re so happy with your current arrangement how come you haven’t set a date for your wedding to Alyssa?’ …that’s kind of a bitchy question from a dude who calls themselves B_Rad…what do you have to say to that, D?



Once again she turns her phone on D to capture his response, displayed on the screen between them.



If he had been mildly caught off guard before, he was completely blindsided now. Avoiding social media almost completely, D had never experienced the warmth and joy of an online Q&A.



D: Well…I…I guess you could say we’re in no hurry, that’s true enough…I guess with everything that’s gone on in the past few months, it just hasn’t come up. Maybe it’s because we’ve both had heartache in our lives. Life’s a journey, not a destination.



His abbreviated Aerosmith lyric quote aside, he truly believed that. All of what they had experienced was part of the journey, for better or worse would not be just a potential wedding vow.



ANDI SNOW: Fair enough…let’s see…



Andi flips the phone back on her so she can read the comments on the live feed.



ANDI SNOW: Wow there so many questions filing in now from my followers, it’s so hard to keep up with you guys!…oh, here’s a good one! @riotsuperfan_dan says ‘It’s interesting to see how much animosity there is between D and Shane. Seeing as how they’ve both shared the experience of losing the person they loved, why did Shane think it was appropriate to pull that stunt with Alyssa to scare D?’



Andi turns the phone back camera back on D to catch his response before speaking.



ANDI SNOW: So Dan is referring to the situation earlier tonight where Shane Mitchell’s faux kidnapping attempt on Alyssa with help of the Mopolyte gang. This seems like a question for Shane, but I would like to know your perspective on what transpired prior to this interview.



Still fresh, ‘D’ is clearly still angered by the attempt.



D: He is taking his frustrations out on someone who had nothing to do with a situation. Just as he did to Tiffany all those years. Don’t let the short memory that former man of the cloth exhibits fool you. He mourns Tiffany because of the years he wasted treating her like a cross between a junk yard dog and a sex toy.



Seeing Andi’s eyes widen just a touch, he continues.



D: Just keep in mind that not everything in RSW happens before cameras Miss Snow. Shane wants to punish me because he lacks the ability or conviction to punish himself. He likely believes I went too far, forgetting that it was him who made this whole thing personal. I accepted a championship match, it was he and our illustrious ‘Majority Shareholder’ who decided to make this personal. They needed to try to embarrass us, strain a relationship that has the entire company look at it from the moment we announced that we were seeing each other…



Close to losing the loose grip he has on his anger, ‘D’ doesn’t completely finish the thought.



ANDI SNOW: I know this is a touchy subject and these followers are pretty savage so I’m gonna take a break from the livestream and ask a question that I know is on everybody’s mind. You mentioned the current Majority Shareholder, Esmerelda Von Krauss just now. I’m summarizing but you pretty much accused her, along with Shane, of trying to sabotage your relationship. From an outsider’s perspective it looks like that’s not all she’s looking to sabotage, as she’s inserted herself into your match with Shane later tonight as a Special Guest Referee. Why do you think she’s going so hard to try and ruin you? Is it because she’s jealous or something or could there be another motive behind this clearly strategic move against you?



Seeming to take stock of everything that she’s done from months back when he still wore his mask to this very night. D’s voice lowers a tad.



D: Esmeralda Von Krauss is not some bored aristocratic house wife, she is probably more dangerous than her husband all things considered. I’m not going to claim I remember how it all began, just that I am confident neither myself nor Alyssa fired the first shot.



ANDI SNOW: I have another question from the live feed. This one is from a follower I actually recognize as one of my biggest supporters! @number1snowflake89 wants to know how big D’s ‘D’ is….



Trailing off, Andi doesn’t even finish the entire tweet as she looks at the raised eyebrow and slightly disapproving look from her guest.



ANDI SNOW: Come on guys, you’re supposed to be representing me out there! So sorry, my followers are a little extra and it’s embarrassing…lets just move on to a different question. Oh! This one is from a follower by the name of @rstarforever and they actually have a two part question: ‘What is your main motivation going into your match tonight and why do you think you deserve to be the next RSW World Champion? The floor is all yours, D!



D: A great wrestler once said ‘If a man has enough power, he can speak softly and everyone will listen.’ You see Miss Snow, I’ve never needed to scream and rant and rave like a lunatic. I’ve never needed to threaten my opponents. I have always done my talking in the ring. I’ve been able to do that because there is no one else like me. There is no one that you can study, no one that can prepare you for the unique set of skills I bring into any contest. After facing me, you’re left only with more questions. After facing me, even motor mouths like Hunter Valentyne kept their mouths shut.



Leaning forward, there’s a flash in ‘D’s’ eyes, a fire that burns hotter than usual.



D: But this time, there won’t be a woman to threaten or a gang of failed wrestlers to do his bidding. Once that cell door is shut and locked, Shane Mitchell, although a fantastic wrestler and a multiple time champion…will have to do something he’s not historically great at…he going to have to defend that championship. More importantly, he’ll have to clean up his own mess. Esmeralda would do well to preform her duties as referee and stay out of my way…



Cold and calculating, there just enough humanity in the enigma’s voice that his words do not register as a threat. They are a warning.



D: …I intend to go out there and take the last thing in this world that means something to Shane Mitchell. His heart finished dying with Tiffany, his soul is worthless. All he has is that Riot Star Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship. Once I take that…maybe, just maybe he’ll find the strength to finally end himself.



ANDI SNOW: A very strong statement…and surprisingly dark but that’s pretty on brand for this place so I guess it’s okay!” Okay well thank you so much for granting me this interview. I know things got a little heavy so I want to end things on a light note with a little rapid fire word association. I’m going to throw out some names from the RSW roster and you tell me the first word, or words, that pop into your head. Ready? Let’s go…first off we’ll start with the obvious: Shane Mitchell.



D: Hypocrite.



His first answer shot out quickly, naturally. Shane Mitchell had done something few had ever managed. He had angered him.



ANDI SNOW: Esmerelda Von Krauss.



If ‘D’s’ tone showed a dislike for the Champion, his feelings about Mrs. Von Krauss are even more clear as he practically spits out his answer as one would rotten food.



D: Succubus.



ANDI SNOW: Armand Von Krauss.



Another quick response fails to paint the true power couple of RSW with any sort of good will.



D: Demon.



ANDI SNOW: Nocturnal.



D: Eventually.



A slight delay suggests that despite Nocturnal essentially ruining his chance at the World Championship Tournament final, that there is a measure of respect there.



ANDI SNOW: Okay switching gears now…Alyssa Lucchi.



He glances off camera, presumably attempting to find his fiancé, make eye contact. Forgetting she was banned from the interview, his voice softens ever so slightly.



D: Love.



Stopping for a moment, Andi switches gears again.



ANDI SNOW: Tommy Onions.



‘D’ takes a deep breath, remembering this past Anarchy and some not too pleasant words Onions had had to say about his love.



D: Needs to watch his mouth.



ANDI SNOW: Rob Riot.



To sum up one of the most complicated relationships in RSW, perhaps even wrestling, history in one word was almost impossible, yet the enigma tries, offering.



D: Janus.



Andi offers up a another name and this time ‘D’ has no issues quickly labelling the next two offerings.



ANDI SNOW: Senor Vinnie.



D: Underestimated.



ANDI SNOW: Joe Beb.



D: Disgrace.



ANDI SNOW: And finally, last but not least, Andi Snow.



He takes a moment with this final name. Staring into the eyes of his host. It’s as though he’s looks for something deep within the young lady’s soul. Having seemingly found his answer, he nods before answering.



D: Future Star.



ANDI SNOW: Aww well thank you! This has been great D, thanks again for sitting down and dealing with all this nonsense. I know you have a big night ahead of you so I’m not going to take anymore of your time.



Andi turns the phone camera back on herself, with her reflection being mirrored on the tv monitor again as well as the influx of comments from followers that vary between good luck wishes for D, comments on how hot Andi is, and everything in between.



ANDI SNOW: Shout out to all my followers for helping out with this interview! It’s been real y’all! Peace!



With that, Andi ends the live feed and slides her phone into the back pocket of her shorts before turning to the camera.



ANDI SNOW: This has been Andi Snow reporting for RSW…thanks for watching and best of luck to you D! Let’s check back in with the boys at ringside to see what happens next on Masquerade.



JOSEPH GREER: Well that certainly was an interesting interview Tommy.



TOMMY ONIONS: Interesting, he basically turning down fucking Andi Snow! Shawna, Alyssa, Andi….why do all the hot bitches around here seem to throw themselves at him of all people!?



JOSEPH GREER: First off, ‘D’ has never been linked to Shawna other than an accusation from Shane ages ago that you’ve preached as fact. Second, I don’t think Andi was offering…I think she was trying to, in her own way, remove herself from the situation.



TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah…not buying that.



JOSEPH GREER: Well skepticism aside, it’s been another in a long line of crazy events here in RSW and we’ve still got more to come! Including a triple threat match for the RSW Legacy Championship and of course tonight’s main event when Shane Mitchell defends his RSW World Heavyweight Championship against ‘D’ inside the Hell in a Cell construct…with none other than Esmeralda Von Krauss as special referee!

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TOMMY ONIONS: This is going to be an interesting match Joseph. Do you think Erik’s going to bring the gold back to Awoken?



JOSEPH GREER: To be honest, I’m not sure but he’ll be wanting to do something impactful after the Filth Factory match earlier.



TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah, remember we can’t say anything to get us taken off of the network.



The camera feed cuts to the ring where RSW’s ring announcer, Bob Mooney, standing in the centre of the ring.



BOB MOONEY: Introducing first in this RSW Legacy Championship match, representing Awoken; Hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania…weighing in at two hundred pounds…Erik Black!



“Crossfire” by Stevie Ray Vaughn begins playing around the arena. Erik Black slowly walks out from the back to the booing of the crowd. He paces the stage, allowing himself an opportunity to look around at the crowd for a moment with disdain before beginning his walk to the ring.



JOSEPH GREER: He’s got the crowd right in his hand.



TOMMY ONIONS: Yeah, they hate him.



Erik looks at someone in the crowd who is shouting abuse at him and a smirk crosses his lips. He jumps up on the ring apron and enters the ring. Erik looks up at the curtain and waits for his opponents.



BOB MOONEY: And his first opponent, weight in at two hundred and twenty four pounds; hailing from Dublin, Ireland. He is Adam Reck!



“Real Rock N Rolla” Yonosuke Kitamura hits as Adam walks through the entrance. Various shots of him are played on the Riottron. He walks down to the ring, exchanging a few angry words with various front row fans.



JOSEPH GREER: Can’t believe this punk’s getting a title match this early in his wrestling career.



TOMMY ONIONS: So true, he’s just some glorified Indy wrestler who’s probably sleeping with Esmeralda to get this spot.



JOSEPH GREER: Controversal.



Adam points at Erik and the referee motions for Erik to stand back before he rolls into the ring.



BOB MOONEY: And their opponent, the RSW Legacy Champion; hailing from San Diego, California. He weighs in as a slim two hundred and forty pounds; it is Isaiah Zepp!!



A short guitar screech leads to the thrashing of At The Drive-In’s “Governed By Contagions” A blinding white light shines chaotically around the arena as Isaiah Zepp steps foot onto the entrance stage.



TOMMY ONIONS: The Champ looks ready.



JOSEPH GREER: He so does.



A scattering of fans in the crowd shine their cell phone lights back to him as he looks out around the fans. He slowly walks down the aisle before stopping and looking at his opponents. Isaiah climbs into the ring and climbs up on the turnbuckle. He removes his black hooded sweatshirt before throwing a fist in the air. He hands the belt to the referee before standing motionless taking in the atmosphere for a few seconds. The bell rings as the other two entered the ring. Erik shouted at both men, but this only seemed to anger them, and in their attempts to get at him, both managed to land shots to either side of Erik’s face.



TOMMY ONIONS: Here we go; this is going to be amazing.



JOSEPH GREER: It might steal the show.



And that was enough for Erik who began trading punches with both men. Isaiah lunges at Adam, only to be caught by an Irish whip from Erik that sends him to the far ropes. On the return, he is forced to leap over Erik, who has bent over for a back body drop. As he leapfrogs he is left in perfect position for a dropkick from Adam. Wasting no time, Adam places a knee on either of Isaiah’s shoulders and begins pummeling the champion with rights and lefts to the face.



TOMMY ONIONS: This is what the Legacy Championship is all about; fair competition man?



JOSEPH GREER: Yeah, i agree.



Erik turns quickly and pulls Adam off of Isaiah, and the two men exchange words. Isaiah gets to his feet and shoves Adam hard in the back, which sends him careening into Erik. The two men had been close enough when the push occurs that their heads connect with one another, and Isaiah looks for the quick roll-up, hooking Adam with an inside cradle.



……………1



………..2



………..Kick Out!



JOSEPH GREER: That was close for the Champion.



While both Erik and Isaiah are noted for their technical skill in the ring, this is more than that……..more like a brawl. However, when Isaiah starts to gain the advantage, Erik wastes no time in catching one of his punches and sending him towards the ropes with an Irish whip. Unfortunately for Isaiah, his collision with the ropes isn’t meant to be, and he is met with a clothesline from Adam. Erik grabs Adam by the neck and tosses him to the outside of the ring.



TOMMY ONIONS: Looks like Erik wants to go one on one with Isaiah?



Turning his attention back to Isaiah, Erik pulls him up from the mat and hoists him into the air for a vertical suplex, only to have Isaiah flip free and land behind him. Wasting no time, Isaiah quickly drops Erik to the mat with a falling reverse neck breaker, rolling on top of Erik almost immediately for the cover.



…………1



…………….2



The fans are divided in support, but the roar is deafening when Erik gets a shoulder up just after the second count.



TOMMY ONIONS: That was SO close.



Outside the ring Adam reaches under the ring and pulls out a table. Sliding into the ring, Adam gets quickly to his feet and charged at his opponents, but with the table effectively blocking his view, he is unaware that Isaiah has seen him out of the corner of his eye and is prepared for the charge. Sidestepping Adam, the Champion executes a drop toehold that sends Adam crashing forward into Erik and sandwiches the table between the two superstars.



JOSEPH GREER: This is gonna get brutal!!!



Quickly getting back to his feet, Isaiah backs away a few steps in order to get a running start, which allows him to dive onto the top of the pile, eliciting a huge cheer from around the ring and groans from the men beneath him. Satisfied that he’d have a moment’s peace, Isaiah pulls Adam off of the top of the pile and then proceeds to set the table up near the ropes. No sooner has he ensured that the legs are indeed locked into place, Isaiah finds himself pulled quickly around and into an Irish whip by Adam; however, Isaiah uses his size advantage to reverse the whip and sends Adam hurtling towards the opposite ropes, though he has to leap over Erik to get to them. On the return, Adam drops an elbow onto the still-prone Erik, but this in turn leaves him easy prey for Isaiah, who lifts him up and executes a release suplex onto the table. Adam’s impact with the table is doubly sickening because it fails to break, leaving him clutching his back as Isaiah turns his attention back to Erik.



TOMMY ONIONS: Holy Shit!!!



JOSEPH GREER: This is what RSW was all about!!!



Isaiah being quite an honourable man waits until Erik is standing. Isaiah finally decides he stalled long enough, and the two circle each other. In a lockup, Isaiah immediately gets thrown into the corner. He stares back at Erik, who flexes for a moment to the crowd’s disapproval. Isaiah shakes his head at Erik, and Erik gets goaded into charging Isaiah, who happily gives Erik a drop toe hold face first into the top turnbuckle.



JOSEPH GREER: That looked painful?



TOMMY ONIONS: OWW!!! Yeah!



Erik stumbles backwards making sure his nose is still there. Isaiah jumps onto the top rope and dives off with a cross body splash….only to be caught by Erik and have it turned into a fall-a-way slam. Erik slaps his hands together for a job well done, but is slow to get up, as Isaiah gets up first and chops at Erik’s knee; and again; and one more time. With him holding his knee, Isaiah runs to the far turnbuckle, bounces off the rope, and returns to Erik by jumping up onto his shoulders from Erik’s front side, and amazingly flipping Erik over in an impressive Hurricanrana. Isaiah goes for a cover.



…..1



…………2



………..a powerful kick out as Isaiah flies and lands on his feet behind the referee.



TOMMY ONIONS: Isaiah going airborne?



JOSEPH GREER: Air Zepp sounds like a commercial airline.



Slightly surprised, Isaiah runs at Erik and drop kicks him in the back of the head. Erik falls face first, shaking his head to rid the cobwebs. Isaiah takes this moment to try and get the crowd behind him, to which he gets a healthy chorus of cheers. Isaiah goes back to Erik, who is halfway up. Isaiah helps him up and begins to Irish whip him into the ropes, but gets reversed by Erik…Boot to the Head!!!!!!



JOSEPH GREER: He got the extra point!



Erik picks Isaiah up by the throat, and raises him high over his head in a blatant choke. The referee comes so close to disqualifying the frustrated Erik before he drops Isaiah down like a sack of spuds. He goes for the cover.



……..1



……….2



…….Kick out.



JOSEPH GREER: Erik’s getting frustrated.



Erik glares at the referee while picking up Isaiah by the head. Once he has him up, Erik locks his arms around him and executes a flawless belly to belly suplex. As he gets up, Erik looks at Isaiah, then at the turnbuckle. He grins as he heads for it. The arena stands to its feet as a buzz grows loudly. He begins to climb the ropes. As Erik is stood there, he gestures to the crowd with a thumbs down motion, as he leaps from the turnbuckle. Unfortunately, no one is home. Isaiah moves, and Erik lands hard, knocking the wind out of him, as a huge groan comes from the crowd.



JOSEPH GREER: A flying Erik? More like a crash landing blimp!!!



Isaiah gingerly gets up, reaching at his back a bit in mild pain. Erik turns on his back, holding his abdominal area in pain from the impact of his flight. Isaiah decides he needs to end this quick. But they have forgotten about Adam. Isaiah is met with a shot to the back of the head from a piece of the table knocking him down and out of the ring.



JOSEPH GREER: Hey the little guys still alive?



Adam notices Erik is down and goes to the opposite corner and prepares to unleash a flying move. He leaps and lands right across Erik with a Splash. In one swift move, Erik sits upright, right arm outstretched, as he wraps a large hand around Adam throat. Adam showed signs of shock. He begins running in motion as Erik raises him high overhead, holding the pose for 3 seconds before he drops Adam down to the mat with a big time Choke Slam. Laying across Adam with all his weight the referee makes the count.



……….1



………..2



………Isaiah pulls Erik off of Adam.



JOSEPH GREER: Oh that was way too close for Isaiah!



TOMMY ONIONS: He stopped the count which is what counts right?



He hits Erik with an ear clap which stuns him for a few moments. But it is long enough for Erik to hit him with the Intermezzo.



JOSEPH GREER: It’s his finisher!!



TOMMY ONIONS: What’s in a name right?



Erik is gets pushed out of the ring before Isaiah turns around to Adam. He picks him up off of the mat and hits him with the Intermezzo. Isaiah drops and hooks Adam’s legs as the referee rushes for the count.



…………….1



…………..2



……………….3!!!



JOSEPH GREER: He’s done it! He’s defended the gold strap!



TOMMY ONIONS: That was close but the best man won!

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JOSEPH GREER: We’re going backstage where Alyssa Lucchi has the unenviable task of interviewing Riot Star Wrestling champion Shane Mitchell.



Alyssa Lucchi sits backstage on the same director’s chair Andi Snow had occupied earlier in the evening for her interview with the challenger. Mic in hand she is ready to start the interview however the seat beside her is empty.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Sorry guys, there’s no sign of Shane back here.



Alyssa looks relieved. After the threats and intimidation earlier in the evening she’s not relishing the prospect of close proximity to Shane.



Suddenly the lights fail plunging the entire scene into pitch darkness.



TOMMY ONIONS: Have they…



JOSEPH GREER: Please don’t make the electricity bill joke again.



The lights come on again, then off, then begin to flicker rapidly. Each time the flickering light casts its glow onto Alyssa the look of concern is evident on her face. Eventually the flickering stops leaving Alyssa vulnerable to the darkness once again. The large plasma tv behind her turns on to the crackle of white noise. After three or four second that feel a whole lot longer to Alyssa the lights return to reveal Shane Mitchell seated beside her.



SHANE MITCHELL: BOO!!!



Alyssa jolts back in alarm nearly falling from her chair and involuntarily releases a short scream.



SHANE MITCHELL: Oh come, don’t tell me the intrepid reporter Alyssa Lucchi is afraid of the dark? Or perhaps you’re just feeling a little more twitchy than normal?



Alyssa’s breath has quickened and her heart pounds in her chest but she tries her best to regain her composure. The ultimate professional she forces herself to proceed with this awkward and slightly disconcerting interview. Shane continues to stare at her, his eyes wide and unblinking as though attempting to bore into her inner thoughts.



Alyssa looks at the plasma screen indication all eyes to turn in that direction too.



The plasma shows an image of ‘Reverend’ Shane Mitchell. A much younger man and fresher of face and body he is ejecting a long forgotten early RSW competitor over the top rope in the full roster battle royal that launched RSW onto the world at the Inception event. We then see Shane at the very first Masquerade as he hits the God’s Wrath on Nocturnal winning the first ever Masquerade main event to become the champion for the first time. Images of Shane flash onto the screen performing offensive manoeuvres onto the likes of Valora Salinas, PT Merciless, Morcant Davis and Rob Riot. He’s shown holding the World Championship title aloft, glistening with sweat as he celebrates winning the title for a fourth time.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Shane, you’ve come a long way since the very first Inception event held by RSW. As a newcomer to the sport did you see yourself one day sitting here as the record breaking four time champion of the federation.



SHANE MITCHELL: Of course I did. I spent a year battling on the midcard with pathetic jobbers and average Joe’s. Dravaka Drimstone, Royal Ambassador, even Hells Bouncer had to be sacrificed on my way to the top, but at Masquerade one I stepped into the ring with five other main event stars and I defeated them all. I was always destined to be here. As other legends have faded, their stars dulled by the rigours of competition my star shines brighter than ever before.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: So you’re confident you can handle the challenge presented by the enigma?



SHANE MITCHELL: I beat five men for my first championship reign, I literally killed PT Merciless for my second and won my third title against Dylan Erickson having won a full roster battle royal to earn the chance. More recently I prevailed against Rob Riot. Do you really think I’m at all concerned about D?



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Maybe you should be. D is a three time World champion in multi federations and you’ve angered him.



SHANE MITCHELL: I’ve angered him? Perhaps he should have thought of the repercussions when he interfered in my private affairs.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: What private affairs, what are you talking about?



SHANE MITCHELL: As if you don’t know. He’ll pay a dear price for his interference and you, you have a debt to pay for helping him.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: I don’t know what you’re talking about!



Shane smiles.



SHANE MITCHELL: Are you nervous Ms Lucchi?



Alyssa looks at him defiantly



ALYSSA LUCCHI: I’m fine thank you.



Shane glances off camera where a door can be heard being opened. Suddenly the eight strong gang of mopolytes stream into the room and stand ominously at the rear of the scene. Each and every one of them leer at Allysa in threatening manner.



SHANE MITCHELL: Nervous yet?



Alyssa swallows hard trying not to show any fear but the tension in her shoulders is obvious and the pink flush of her cheeks is evidence of the blood rushing to her head.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: Why do you…think… Esmeralda Von Krauss…installed herself as guest referee this evening?



Alyssa stutters her question, nervously keeping an eye on the mopolytes behind her.



SHANE MITCHELL: Perhaps she’s just a bored aristocratic wife like your fiance implied? Maybe it wasn’t the wisest of ideas for him to insult the referee this close to stepping into the cage with her. D really isn’t that bright is he? He makes enemies of the wrong people and when you make an enemy out of Shane Mitchell you eventually pay a very dear price – ask Pete Medland. Or perhaps you’ll pick up the bill this time Alyssa, maybe you’ll pay for D’s actions.



ALYSSA LUCCHI: You’re not the first wrestler to threaten me you know.



Shane laughs at Alyssa’s defiance.



SHANE MITCHELL: I’m aware of that Ms Lucchi but I am no Reaper and I’m certainly no Chris Gibson. I don’t make idle threats. I may well decide to leave you alone, then again I might not. I might take my revenge tonight, tomorrow or sometime next year but one thing you can be sure of Alyssa is that it’s coming.



Shane stands up and looms threateningly over Alyssa as his mopolytes shuffle a little closer.



SHANE MITCHELL: D isn’t going to know where I’m going to hit him or when but when I do strike…it will be fatal!



Shane leads his mopolytes away leaving Alyssa alone. She takes a deep breath and forces a fake smile at the camera as the scene switches back to the main arena.

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TOMMY ONIONS: Well here we go Joseph.



JOSEPH GREER: Esmeralda looks nervous stood in that structure Tommy?



TOMMY ONIONS: Wouldn’t you? She’s got a hard job in front of her.



JOSEPH GREER: Also Nocturnal’s comment about making sure nobody disrupts this or else they will get on his bad side.



TOMMY ONIONS: He wants this to be a match of the ages.



JOSEPH GREER: I know what you mean. This on paper seems to be a dream match of sorts.



TOMMY ONIONS: Hell in a freaking Cell Joseph.



JOSEPH GREER: Yes I know Tommy. Shall we listen to Bob?



BOB MOONEY: Introducing first the challenger; hailing from Parts Unknown, weighing in at a trim 213lbs and standing at 6 foot and 1 inch. It is the man known simply as D!!!!



A fresh burst of cheer accompanies the beginning chords to ‘Freak’ by Silverchair blast its way through the arena sound system.



JOSEPH GREER: Here we go! Time for the main event! Joseph, who do you have in this one?



JOSEPH GREER: I’ve got to go for the champ in this. He has the experience to. Look at all the guys he has gone through over the years he’s been in RSW.



TOMMY ONIONS: Betting odds put D as the slight underdog in this match …where’s ‘D’?



Well into the song at this point, what started as cheers for the enigma have tapered off to polite clapping mixed with some frustrated boos.



JOSEPH GREER: There’s no way ‘D’ would miss tonight…unless…



TOMMY ONIONS: Unless what?



JOSEPH GREER: I was thinking if Shane had got someone to take him out beforehand…



Joseph doesn’t get to finish his thought as he’s cut off by the music dying and for the first time in recent memory the veteran Mooney who’d handled countless no showing talents over the year’s looks shocked, unsure of what to do next.



Then darkness takes over the arena.



A single spotlight casts light towards the top of the ramp way. D steps out into the red spotlight at the top of the ramp way.



TOMMY ONIONS: Told you he wouldn’t miss this.



JOSEPH GREER: Maybe it was just getting to him?



TOMMY ONIONS: D is a professional, he’s not like that EMO chick?



JOSEPH GREER: We’ve been told not to mention her again.



TOMMY ONIONS: At least Salem got off easy.



D walks down the ramp way with a shadowy grace, he ignores the fans as he surveys the arena, taking in the cheers, boos and confused in-betweeners alike.



JOSEPH GREER: He’s concentrating on winning this match.



TOMMY ONIONS: That he is.



He looks satisfied with whatever is going on around the arena D rolls into the ring and begins stretching and testing the ropes.



BOB MOONEY: Introducing, from Huddersfield, England; weighing 235lbs and standing in at 6 feet seven inches; he is the RSW World Champion, Shane Mitchell!!!!!



Crowd boo extremely loudly “You sold out” chants are heard. “Fool’s Gold” by the Stone Roses begins playing as Shane Mitchell walks out from the back. The gold strap is over his shoulder. Shane looks at it before turning back to the crowd. He lowers his head and raises a water bottle above him, pouring it on his head and face. He spits some of the water out as he begins to walk forward towards the ring. He pauses in the aisle for a moment, and points to the “Shane Mitchell” logo on his jersey, showing it off to the crowd. Once he gets to the ring, he climbs in and walks to the centre of the ring. Once there, he takes off his jersey and tosses it to the corner. He takes off the RSW World Championship belt as well, and holds it high above his head for everyone to see. He slowly looks around the cell soaking in the atmosphere.



TOMMY ONIONS: Four times world champion does mean he’s lost it a few times before.



JOSEPH GREER: D may be the underdog in this match so what has he got to do?



TOMMY ONIONS: Well he’s got to beat the champion for one.



JOSEPH GREER: True but if anyone could do it, it would be him.



The two men stare at each across the ring. D keeps his eyes fixed firmly on Shane as Esmeralda places the padlock on the door. Shane keeps looking around at the cell structure, clearly a little nervous. D doesn’t even bat an eyelid. Esmeralda checks that the door is secure and then rolls into the ring, she signals for the bell. The two men walk to the middle of the ring; they go chest to chest and stare into each other’s eyes. Shane is the first to blink and D immediately hits him with a right hand, Shane comes back with right hands of his own and the two men exchange right hands in the middle of the ring. Shane being the better brawler wins the fist fight and begins to knock D into the corner with right hands. He then delivers a couple of knees and then more right hands before he starts to stomp D down in the corner. Shane backs away as D slumps down in the turnbuckle and then charges in to deliver a violent knee to the face of D. Shane drags D to the middle of the ring and covers, trying to get a quick end to the match. Esmeralda drops for the count.



………………..1



…………………2



……………. D kicks out easily.



TOMMY ONIONS: I think it is way too early for anyone to go for a pin, right?



JOSEPH GREER: We do agree on somethings.



Shane pulls up D and delivers a Falling Suplex. D gets to his feet and staggers back into the ropes, Shane charges in and clotheslines D over the top rope. He lands on his feet and staggers back into the cage. Shane comes off the opposite ropes and then Dropkicks D through the ropes as he tries to get back into the ring, sending him crashing backwards, headfirst into the Steel of the Cell Wall. Shane pulls D up and rakes his face across the wall of the cell. He then drags him up and runs him into the ring post, which D’s head bounces off. D pulls himself up to his feet and Shane whips him hard into the Steel Steps, which D takes knees first and flips over them, making a huge sound. Shane walks over to D, a little more confident than he was at the start of the match. He pulls D up and simply slams him headfirst into the cell wall. Shane then drives Ds head into the cell wall and then rakes him across it as he drags him around the ring. He gets about half-way when he decides he’s had enough and rolls D back into the ring. He reaches under the ring and grabs a Steel Chair and throws it in. D’s forehead has been gashed, and there is some blood coming from it, but nothing major. Shane climbs back in the ring and picks up the steel chair. He goes over to D, who is doubled over and raises the chair above his head. Suddenly D lifts his head up and then pokes Shane in the eyes. He reels away holding his face, waving his arms around as he can’t see. D recovers himself and kicks Shane in the gut and delivers a DDT.



JOSEPH GREER: I haven’t seen D use that move in an extremely long time.



TOMMY ONIONS: Probably because it’s illegal in most matches.



JOSEPH GREER: True, but D does need to do anything to beat the much bigger champion.



D doesn’t go for the cover, but instead picks up the Steel Chair. He waits for Shane to get to his feet. He is rubbing his eyes, to try and get his sight back. D doesn’t give him much chance as he clocks him over the head with the Steel Chair, although Shane gets an arm up to partially block it. D drives the chair into the gut of Shane while he is on the floor. D goes for a cover.



………………..1



…………………..2



………………… Shane kicks out.



TOMMY ONIONS: Is that because the champs still blind?



JOSEPH GREER: He should have been able to beat him if so. Shane isn’t the Ray Charles of wrestling.



TOMMY ONIONS: Who?



JOSEPH GREER: Tell me you didn’t say that?



D places the chair on the mat, he pulls Shane up to his feet. He hooks Shane from behind and delivers a Falling Reverse DDT onto the Steel Chair. Shane rolls away holding the back of his head. D goes for another cover.



………………..1



…………………2



…………………. Shane kicks out.



TOMMY ONIONS: Esmeralda is doing an okay job right?



JOSEPH GREER: Well she isn’t a proper referee but being in there with those two.



D places the chair over Shane’s throat and then climbs the turnbuckle. He then jumps off with a Leg Drop driving the chair into Shane. D then leaves Shane and goes to the outside. He reaches underneath the ring and pulls out a bag of something. He rolls back into the ring. He opens the bag and pulls out a number of thumb tacks. He sprinkles them on the mat, he then empties the entire bag on the mat. D pulls Shane up and then sends him to the ropes and then lifts him up and turns him around and Spine busters him onto the tacks to turn his back into a Human Pin Cushion. Shane rolls through the tacks until he is away from them. D has a sick smile on his face. Shane is backing away and actually begging off from D, pleading with him not to do any more. D delays for a moment, then moves in, but Shane gets in a Low Blow. Shane gets up and hooks both arms of the now doubled up D and delivers a Double Arm DDT. Shane rolls out of the ring and pulls D with him. He grabs him and slams his head into the side of the cell once again. Shane then turns both of them around and delivers a Russian Leg Sweep, driving D’s head into one of the frame poles of the cell. Shane then pulls D up and throws him back into the ring. Shane then pulls a table out from under the ring, and sets it up on the outside. D’s forehead is now bleeding much worse than it was before. Shane walks around and climbs up onto the apron, but D is getting up in that same area, and he dives to hit a shoulder block to Shane’s gut, doubling him over on the apron. D then flips over and tries to Power bomb Shane off the apron, D lands on his feet, but Shane holds the ropes to block it, but then his fingers slip free and D Power bombs him onto the floor.



JOSEPH GREER: D is in the zone today, nothing is going to stop him from achieving his dream of becoming the next RSW World Heavyweight Champion.



TOMMY ONIONS: But there is one thing that will stop him, Shane freaking Mitchell.



D lifts Shane up onto his feet, and then onto his shoulder, he then runs and drives him face first into the wall of the cell. D picks up Shane again and again drives him face first into the cell wall with him on shoulder. Shane gets up, his forehead now bleeding rapidly. D sees this and now rakes the forehead of Shane along the wall of the cell, opening up the wound even more. He then backs away, before slamming Shane’s head into the wall of the cell. Shane 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 Shane, creating a loud crack of steel and bone. Shane staggers up to his feet. D whips him hard into the cell wall, Shane bounces off and then D clotheslines him down. D brings him back up to his feet and whips him into the wall again, and again clotheslines him down as he bounces off. D picks Shane up and goes for it a third time, but this time Shane ducks the clothesline and then hits a Hangman’s Neck breaker. Both men then stay down.



TOMMY ONIONS: Oh this is an amazing match Joseph.



JOSEPH GREER: So it is.



It is D who recovers first however and he grabs Shane 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. Shane bounces off and sprawls onto the table he set up earlier. D climbs on the table and motions for a Pile driver, but as he reaches down to pick up Shane, the Champion gets in his 2nd Low Blow of the match. He then grabs D and delivers a Jumping pile driver through the table. Both men stay down for a few moments.



TOMMY ONIONS: Shane is getting desperate isn’t he?



JOSEPH GREER: He could have broken D’s neck there.



Shane 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 motions Esmeralda over and seems to ask her to unlock the door. A camera on the outside gets close so we can hear what’s being said. She tells Shane that she can’t unlock the door. Shane grabs her by the throat and threatens to beat the shit out of her if she doesn’t but Esmeralda still refuses so Shane lets her go and then turns away but turns just as D goes to smack him with a chair but misses Shane and hits Esmeralda instead.



TOMMY ONIONS: OH MY GOD!!!



JOSEPH GREER: She’s out!



Shane then beats D down with hard right hands, he the aggressively pulls him up to his feet and rakes his face across the cell wall. He then slams his head into the cell before throwing him down to the mat. Shane then searches Esmeralda and finds the keys to the padlock. Shane 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. Shane undoes the bolts and opens the door. EMT’s are rushing down the sides of the ramp. Shane staggers through the door and starts to head up the ramp, as the EMT’s go through and give some medical help to Esmeralda.



JOSEPH GREER: Shane has had enough, he’s running away, with his tail between his legs.



TOMMY ONIONS: Shane isn’t running, he’s just taking a tactical break.



JOSEPH GREER: Tactical break, he’s leaving, he doesn’t want any more of D and the Hell in a Cell.



Suddenly the entrance way explodes in fire, and Shane reels backwards, shielding his face from the heat. When the smokes fades away, standing in front of the entrance is Eddie Havok. Shane looks up at him, and then back at the Cell. D is now up from going through the table, and he is stalking around the ring towards Shane. The World Champion looks back and forth and has to make a decision. He can’t go up the ramp, as the fresher Havok will beat him down and send him back to the Cell, and he doesn’t want any more of D. He then looks up and runs to the cell and begins to climb up the cell. D stops and just looks up as Shane climbs and starts to laugh. D then moves quicker and begins to climb the cell himself.



JOSEPH GREER: I don’t know what Shane is thinking now, he has nowhere to go!!!



TOMMY ONIONS: I have no idea what he is thinking, but he is committing career suicide if he goes on the top of that cell.



JOSEPH GREER: Plus with Havok out here too. I know he wants the World Championship but he needs to get in the cue.



TOMMY ONIONS: What’s Nocturnal going to do about this?



Shane 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 Shane and grabs him as he is trying to climb down. D tries to push Shane off the edge of the cell. He hits him with a right hand, and Shane 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 Shane 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 Shane and tosses him overhead with a Perfect Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. Shane lands hard on the roof; it sags beneath his weight as he bounces off it. D pulls Shane 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 Shane around and delivers a Neck breaker on the top of the cell.



TOMMY ONIONS: Ouch! That’s got to hurt him.



JOSEPH GREER: Doh! What do you think?



D then stalks around Shane, deciding what to do next. He rolls Shane 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 Shane’s head into the roof of the cell. D pulls Shane up to his feet and lets him stagger around the top of the cell for a second. He then lifts Shane 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 Shane up to his feet again and lifts him up in the air and again tries to break the roof of the cell using Shane’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 that sick smile of his and walks back towards Shane, he picks him up and runs towards the edge of the cell, looking to throw him off, but right at the edge Shane 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: Holy ……….. (announcers cut off as they dash out of the way of the falling D)



Shane 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.



TOMMY ONIONS: Are we back?



JOSEPH GREER: I think so.



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



JOSEPH GREER: Holy Shit is right, one moment we are commentating on the match, the next we have D’s body falling towards us. This match is surely over now, here comes the EMT’s now. HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!!



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



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



Shane 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. Shane crawls backwards across the cell and turns to try and go down the other side. D is up and has an evil look in his eyes. How he is even standing, nobody has a clue. Eddie Havok stands at the bottom of the cell looking up at Shane, again he is faced with the decision, he decides to take his chance with Havok this time and starts to climb down, but Havok swings a Kendo Stick at him, and he thinks better of it and starts to climb up the cell. D is now on the top of the cell and he is standing on one side, his body seemingly still, he raises his arms and the arena begins to darken. Shane climbs over the edge of the cell and stands opposite D, looking around, with a scared look in his eyes, something we have never seen before. Shane spins around, not sure what to do, then D starts to slowly stalk towards him.



JOSEPH GREER: I have no idea what the hell is going on here. D seems to have changed into this monster that will do anything to win.



TOMMY ONIONS: Don’t look at me, I have no idea what’s happening either.



Shane is trying to find a way down the cell, but every time he goes towards an edge, Havok runs around to that side blocking him. Shane turns around and sees D right in his face. He backs off for a second and then throws a hard right hand at D. He takes it and simply turns his head. He turns back and faces Shane and then wipes his face with his hand. He then explodes on Shane punching him repeatedly in the head. D grabs Shane and rakes his head against the cell roof for a few seconds and then lets him go, Shane reels away, holding his head, his face bleeding. D slowly stalks Shane. He backs off and begs D not to do anymore, but D doesn’t even show any expression he just keeps coming and delivers a hard boot to Shane’s face. He pulls Shane up and lifts him over his shoulder and then slams him into the roof of the cell. D goes to pull up Shane, but he gets in his 3rd low Blow. But it has no effect. D just pounds Shane back down with a hard right hand. Shane’s face has the “What the hell else can I do?” expression on it. D pulls Shane up to his feet. Shane suddenly gets a poke to D’s eyes, and this seems to weaken D’s resilience for a moment and Shane kicks him in the gut and then delivers a Release Power Bomb.



TOMMY ONIONS: OH MY GOD!



JOSEPH GREER: He has been possessed!!!



Shane throws D so hard that the roof of the cell gives way and D crashes down and bounces off the canvas below. The crowd murmur, half in shock. An extremely loud chant of “Holy Shit” rings around the arena. Shane slowly climbs down the cell. But Havok is still there. Shane can’t climb down because of him. Out of the back come Cain and Caleb Koresh of all people, They are wearing their new merchandise and run to the aid of Shane.



JOSEPH GREER: First D goes through the roof of the cell, and now the Koresh Family are coming to the aid of Shane. I guess they are what Nocturnal was talking about.



TOMMY ONIONS: It’s all good so far, the Family are getting rid of Eddie Havok, D is out cold, and Shane is about to cover him.



The Koresh Family drag Eddie back up the ramp way and through the entrance way. Shane rolls into the ring and covers D. The substitute referee, Rob Hill makes the count.



………………..1



……………………2



…………………….. D gets his shoulder up. Shane slams the mat in frustration. He pulls D up to his feet. He then delivers the Sudden Death and then hooks the leg for the cover.



………………..1



………………….2



………………… D gets his shoulder up again. Shane can’t believe it. He slides out of the ring and grabs a Steel Chair. He gets back in and tells D to get up, he does so, albeit groggy and Shane cracks the chair over his head. Shane slams the chair into the mat and then covers again.



…………………….1



…………………….2



…………………….. D gets his shoulder up again. Shane now snaps and grabs the chair and starts to smash D on every body part with the steel chair. Finally after what seems like 20 chair shots, but was actually 10. Shane makes the cover, certain of victory. Rob makes the count.



…………………..1



…………………..2



………………….. D gets his shoulder up again. Shane can’t believe it.



JOSEPH GREER: Where is D finding this strength? Is it fate that he must win? Because nothing Shane does seems to get him anywhere. Four times D has kicked out of pin falls, when all seemed lost.



TOMMY ONIONS: Is D invincible or something?



Shane picks up D, but out of nowhere, D suddenly hits the Twisted Truth onto the steel chair Shane mangled on his body. D drapes an arm over Shane, the crowd chants along with the count.



…………………….1



………………………2



………………………….. Shane gets his shoulder up. The crowd cheer, because they think it’s a 3 count. But Shane got his shoulder up at the last possible moment. This time it is D who is disappointed. He pulls D up to his feet, but he counters and delivers another Sudden Death onto the steel chair. Shane covers.



…………………..1



……………………….2



……………………………………3!!!!!



JOSEPH GREER: It’s over, it’s finally over, somehow Shane has escaped with the win, but it took everything he had in him.



TOMMY ONIONS: Some weird shit happened during that match, and somehow Shane survived it all, even you have to give him credit for that.



The referee takes the belt and approaches Shane but D grabs the belt off of him and stands in front of Shane.



TOMMY ONIONS: D is being respectful to the champ.



JOSEPH GREER: That is why he is liked so much.



He looks at the belt and then back at Shane. D hands him the belt and raises Shane’s arm.



JOSEPH GREER: There we go D is such a good sport.



TOMMY ONIONS: That surprises me to be honest.



D nods and then clothes lines Shane down to the mat.



TOMMY ONIONS: OH MY GOD! He’s broken!



D picks Shane up by the hair and screams in his face. He pummels him busting him open more. D grabs the belt and lays it on the mat and lays Shane’s head on it. He grabs a steel chair and smashes it into Shane’s head.



TOMMY ONIONS: He’s finally cracked, he’s broken!



JOSEPH GREER: He has a sadistic smirk on his face!!



D bends down and whispers something in Shane’s ear before he wipes his hand on Shane’s bloodied face. He looks at his hand before wiping it across his chest. Security start to swarm the ring as the cell is raised.



JOSEPH GREER: Shane may have won this battle of sorts but I think this is just the opening salvo in the battle between these two.



TOMMY ONIONS: I agree. D looks like a different person that the D that entered this match.



Security get between them and try to get D out of the ring whilst EMT’s rush to look at Shane. D pushes them out of the way, taking a swipe at each of them before he gets to Shane once again. He picks Shane back up and starts to push him back to the corner. He charges in and avalanches Shane in the corner. Security drag D off of him as EMT’s roll Shane out of the ring. D stands in the centre of the ring as EMT’s strap Shane to a back board and start to roll him up the ramp way.



TOMMY ONIONS: D’s not happy.



JOSEPH GREER: He’s taken this way too far. What’s he doing now?



D shakes his head and rolls out of the ring. He’s not finished with Shane. As the EMT’s push Shane to the top of the ramp way D reaches them and encourages the EMT’s to step away. He unclips Shane and shouts more abuse at him before he slams his face into the grate at the top of the ramp way. He sits on his back and locks in the Straight Jacket.



JOSEPH GREER: How can he do this? Shane is unconscious. He can’t tap to this!!



Security grab D and drag him backstage leaving the EMT’s to check on Shane.



JOSEPH GREER: Well we will have an update on Shane on RSW’s Social Media so keep an eye open for that.



TOMMY ONIONS: What a scary ending to such a great pay per view.



JOSEPH GREER: Well goodnight ladies and gentlemen!



TOMMY ONIONS: See you at Anarchy!