(A close up of the Wrestleworld logo is shown as the camera begins to zoom out)
(The camera reveals it to be a bird’s eye view of the Wrestleworld ring as the camera continues to ascend)
(The sound of old school commentary of professional wrestling matches begins to play as the camera zooms out further to a shot of the Wrestleworld Arena)
“We have a new Champion crowned!”
“What an incredible night!”
“Two of the best athletes competing--”
(The camera continues to rise as it reveals all of the Wrestleworld location from above, as its speed grows faster)
“Don’t you dare change that dial!”
“He wins it! He wins it!”
“You have never seen professional wrestling quite like this ever before--”
(The camera leaves the surface of the Earth quickly as the World itself fills the “O” in the title “Wrestleworld” where the camera finally stops)
… A World of its own.
(“The Pride” by Five Finger Death Punch hits as the camera opens back up to the new DOMINION intro)
.."I will not be forgotten, this is my time to shine"..
(Jacob Striker is seen hitting the Death Warrant Rolling Cutter on MINORI is shown before cutting to the DOMINION logo as yellow paint drips onto the first two letters of it)
.."I've got the scars to prove it, only the strong survive"..
(Senior Pinchy is shown choking out TJ Thompson as the third and fourth letters of the DOMINION logo are covered in blue)
.."I'm not afraid of dying, everyone has their time"..
(Lillie Saint and Crazy Violet are shown hitting a double suplex on Jimmy Johnson in the middle of the ring before cutting to the DOMINION logo again as green paint shoots onto the fifth and sixth letters of the logo.)
.."I've never favored weakness, welcome to the Pride"..
(And lastly Zane is seen on camera standing atop the turnbuckles smirking down at an opponent. He leaps and hits the Just Stamp The Ticket, Man on before red paint splashes onto the last two letters of the DOMINION logo)
(The camera opens up to Bobby Bishop and Dirk Sullivan sitting in a pair of bumper cars behind the commentary table. Dirk struggles to get comfortable, while Bobby enjoys the energy from the audience.)
Bobby Bishop: Welcome to DOMINION!!!! Hello everybody, I’m Bobby Bishop, alongside the famed Dirt Sheet Writer, and Wrestleworld Insider, Dirk ‘Needs Several Introductions’ Sullivan! We have so much in store for you all tonight. After the chaos that erupted in the scramble two weeks ago, Jacob Striker goes one on one with Matthew Knox! That’s an Arcadia quality match on its own, wouldn’t you say?
Dirk Sullivan: Of course it would! Now you’re adding the intangible of a special guest referee like Banch Morgan into the equation, it’s going to get wild really quick.
Bobby Bishop: We also have a..rather unconventional Contract Signing for the Wrestleworld Territorial Championship match at Arcadia as Indy Darling challenges the undefeated Zane. Both have gone on record saying they didn’t have any interest in having the contract signing in the ring. They wanted to have a good time.
Dirk Sullivan: The two have a history, Bobby. There’s no doubt that they will be taking this match very seriously by the time Arcadia happens. Until then, they want to party and have a good laugh.. Let them eat cake, as Marie Antoinette said.
Bobby Bishop: You know she didn’t actually say that, right?
Dirk Sullivan: Maybe she did, see that’s part of my job as the Insider. I hear things that you guys don’t. So, consider yourself enlightened for this one, and let’s get to the ring for our opening contest!!!!
(Prodigy walks to the ring from behind the curtain as California Love by Tupac plays across the big top.)
Ring Announcer: The following match is scheduled for One Fall!! And can be won by Submission only!!! Introducing first...PRODIGY!!!
Bobby Bishop: He doesn't look confident about tonight. But one may not be able to blame him. He faces a huge obstacle in Kai D. Oh tonight.
(Feral Spirit by Paleowolf plays as Kai D. Oh begins to walk down the ramp from behind the curtain. He stops midway to look through the big top arena and roll his shoulders before he continues. He steps in the ring and looks at Prodigy as he warms up in the opposite corner. Kai D. Oh has a small smirk as he sizes up his opponent.)
Ring Announcer: And his opponent, HE IS THE WORLD'S STRONGEST CREATURE!!! KAI D. OH!!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Bobby Bishop: And Prodigy looking to make a statement! He charges right at the big man, hammering him in the face with heavy forearms...but oh my god, Kai D. Oh isn’t even phased! He shoves Prodigy and sends him flying across the ring!!
Dirk Sullivan: And Prodigy gets right back up, he’s charging back in and..OH MY GOD KAI D OH JUST ABOUT KICKED HIS HEAD CLEAN OFF! PRODIGY IS ON THE MAT AND HE LOOKS OUT OF IT! Kai D Oh is staring down at him..and now he’s looking at the back. He’s shouting something...I can’t make a thing out with these fans Bobby can you?!
Bobby Bishop: Hold on...I think he’s shouting that this is a waste of his time and They have to have SOMEONE worth his time in the back! He’s insulted by the way he’s been put against this nobody! He’s got Prodigy on his feet..my god Prodigy looks to be out on his feet...Oh my god Kai D Oh has lifted him over his head! He’s bench pressing Prodigy like he’s a piece of gym equipment!!
Dirk Sullivan: We got a stacked card tonight, folks! I hope it’s more competitive than this...Kai D Oh finally drops Prodigy onto the mat..Jesus the kid almost bounced a foot back in the air from the impact. He’s slow to get up...AND BAM! BACK DOWN WITH ANOTHER RUNNING BIG BOOT FROM KAI D OH!! No doubt about it, ladies and gents. This is all over except the tears.
Bobby Bishop: Kai D Oh is lifting Prodigy up..TATSUMAKI!! MY GOD THE RING SHOOK FROM THE IMPACT!! Its gotta be ov...but no! Kai D Oh has lifted Prodigy up once again….ANOTHER TATSUMAKI!!! Prodigy might be seriously injured!!
Dirk Sullivan: Thank God, Kai D. Oh looks to be done!
Dirk Sullivan: No! Kai D Oh just lifted his head off the mat! C'mon man this is too much!! He’s pulling Prodigy back to his feet, the poor guy is out of it...TATSUMAKI! A THIRD GOD DAMN TATSUMAKI!! AND KAI D. OH LOCKS IN THE BORO BREATH!!!!!
Bobby Bishop: That's it. Get the fat ladies singing
Referee: HE'S OUT, RING THE BELL!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Ring Announcer: AND YOUR WINNER, BY KNOCKOUT!!! KAI D. OH!!!!!
(Feral Spirit by Paleowolf begins to play throughout the big top as Kai D. Oh picks up Prodigy and tosses him through the ropes to the outside!
Dirk Sullivan: A dominant showing by The Dragon God and still to come...wait...Now he’s got a microphone.
Kai D Oh: I stand before you fat, sniveling, brain dead fans. Victorious once again. The suits in the back are either pissed at the people they’re feeding me, or they are sorely mistaken in the level of competition that I am capable of grinding to a fine powder under my THUMB!! And now, with Arcadia around the corner? I refuse to leave my fate, and my spot in the biggest show of Wrestleworld in the hands of such blithering fools.
Bobby Bishop: The fans here are not a fan of the insults, and I imagine the brass isn’t either. Still, wonder where he’s going with this!
Kai D Oh: So, everyone in the back. Man Woman, “Monster”, Champion...I am challenging any of you with the guts to step up to do so now, and I will put your name in lights before I consume you and add you to the ever growing list of my vic--
(The Sixth Sense by Reol begins to play throughout the big top arena.)
Dirk Sullivan: IT SEEMS WE HAVE AN ANSWER!! I KNOW THAT MUSIC!! ITS MINORI!!
MINORI: I accept your challenge...AT ARCADIA!!!!!
Bobby Bishop: She’s accepted Kai D Oh’s challenge! The two are staring each other down..Jesus Arcadia just got a lot more interesting! A man bent on making the Island bend the knee, and a young star on the rise looking to make her mark! Stick around folks, we got plenty more going on tonight!!
(The camera cuts to commercial break. As we come back we cut to a smaller tent behind the big top which houses locker rooms and a catering area. Inside of catering, various DOMINION wrestlers and personnel are sitting at tables, enjoying their meals as the show goes on. The small talk grows louder with each passing competitor before a close up of a plate, featuring three loaded hamburgers and a gigantic side of french fries. Two big hands pick up one of the burgers, showcasing ‘So Fly’ Don Jordan taking a bite out of the burger. He looks to be very satisfied by the burger before taking another huge bite. The camera peers next to him, with a very unimpressed Hank Hect. Hect, looking down at his steak, then at Jordan, decides to speak up.)
Hank Hect: What the Hell are you eating?
(Jordan continues chomping on the burger before taking notice at his tag team partner. Hect eyeballs his food, nearly disgusted with the amount that man eats.)
Don Jordan: What? That’s just an average lunch for me. Gotta watch my figure!
(Jordan laughs to himself before eating a few fries.)
Hank Hect: No wonder you’re fat. Has anybody ever taught you the basic food groups?
(Rolling his eyes for a moment, Jordan puts his food down and looks over at Hect.)
Don Jordan: Why no, I don’t recall. Why don’t you tell me?
(Hect, digging a knife into his steak to break off a piece, looks over at the plate, then at Jordan.)
Hank Hect: I swear I’m talking to my boy. Okay, five food groups, are you going to write this down?
Don Jordan: Mental notes.
Hank Hect: The five food groups are simple. You got steak, that’s number one. Potatoes, mashed, fried or however you want them. Vegetables. Beer. and Pie. Those are your five food groups.
(Jordan relaxes himself, thinking of pie.)
Don Jordan: I could go for that.
(Growing irritated, Hect pierces his fork into the piece of steak he cut off, using it to prove a point.)
Hank Hect: Ya’know, you’re weird.
Don Jordan: Excuse me?
Hank Hect: You’re fat, but you’re athletic. You’re one of those types of beasts aren’t ya? Like one of those bulls on the tour.
(Jordan takes a huge bite of his burger, and begins to chuckle.)
Don Jordan: And you are a guy still reliving his glory days, playing football in high school. Except now, you got a bunch of kids playing for you. We all get old. Never know, once I hit 50 like you, maybe I’ll have a bull come up and do it better than me.
Hank Hect: Boy, I ain’t 50.
Don Jordan: And I’m not beef, I eat beef. Like.. that.
(Jordan points over at Hect’s steak.)
Don Jordan: Are you going to finish that?
Hank Hect: You talkin’ to my steak?
(Hect slowly moves his plate away from Jordan, eyeballing him along the way.)
Don Jordan: Relax, man. I hate to say this, but we make a pretty good team.
(Hect shrugs to himself, still not understanding what Don Jordan is.)
Don Jordan: I mean, let’s face it. You and I have been in the ring with each other more than anyone else on Dominion. Somewhere along the way, this was meant to happen. Hank Hect and Don Jordan, Tag Team Champions.
(That thought actually lightens the mood for ol Hank Hect. He actually gives a soft chuckle.)
Hank Hect: Yeah, that’s pretty wild.
(In a bit of a bland way, Hect is pretty amused.)
Don Jordan: Now that we’re champions. I don’t know, where do we go with this? Teaming with you with a whole better than fighting you. We’ve done that enough. What about Arcadia?
Hank Hect: Arcadia? I keep telling my boy to stay out of those places. All you leave with are empty pockets and sore thumbs.
(Jordan glances at Hect, utterly confused.)
Don Jordan: What? No. Arcadia, it’s Wrestleworld’s big event. We should team up and fight there. We can put these belts on the line and show why we’re the best tag team in the company. After all, could you imagine the sets? It’s going to look amazing. The bright lights, the pyro, arena completely full of fans.
Hank Hect: 1/16th nails. The finest circular saws. A solid oak table? Oh man.
Don Jordan: Special attire.
Hank Hect: What?!
(Hect gives out a sigh.)
Hank Hect: Damn it, Jordan.
(Awkward silence between the two as they decide to eat instead of argue.)
Don Jordan: Maybe we could even pick our opponents. I mean Clyde Livingston probably isn’t going to make this thing for us, let’s just do it.
Hank Hect: I like that.
Don Jordan: So, who should we face?
Hank Hect: I would say, let’s take on a team that works together and challenge ourselves. I have the work ethic, the determination, you’re fat. This will be great.
(A short glare comes from Don Jordan, eyeballing his teammate.)
Don Jordan: I was thinking about giving people a chance. We got thrown together as a team to see what happens. What happened? We became Champions. That’s pretty cool, and I think there’s more to a story when opposites actually work out well together.
(Hect thinks over what Jordan has to say, noticing that the big guy’s plate is completely empty.)
Don Jordan: Besides, why can’t we just face both?
(Jordan stands up from the table, grabbing his plate before giving Hect a calming punch to the shoulder before walking off. Hect remains still in his position, unhappy about the decision from Don Jordan.)
Hank Hect: That boy ain’t right..
(Hect looks down at the steak, digging into it as the shot fades out back to the ring, as lights go down as ‘Kingdom’ by Septogram hits the speakers. The crowd jump to their feet, watching as Lillie Saint makes her way onto the stage. She feels the energy of the audience, jogging over to the guard rail, and leaning into it as the crowd lightly engulfs her.)
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. On her way to the ring, fighting out of Sweetwater, Texas.. Weighing in at 125lbs.. LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLIE SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINT!!!!!!!!!
(Saint parts from the fans, giving them a few high fives before walking down the ramp. As she stops at the bottom, she looks at each side to see which group of fans are louder in the Carnival. She makes her way towards the louder side, tagging the hands of the fans before walking past the announcers table to the other side of the ring. She tags a few extra fans before sitting up on the ring apron. The youngest Saint grabs the top rope as she looks at the audience.)
Lillie Saint: Wish me luck.
(She pulls herself up with the top rope, struggling to skin the cat. Refusing to give up, she finally manages to bring herself over the top rope and into the ring to a thunderous ovation from the audience. Giving a half hearted smile, she gives a bow to the audience.)
Ring Announcer: And her opponent, fighting out of Nagano, Japan. Weighing in at 115lbs.. She is That Haruzake.. MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINORI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(MINORI raises her hand to the crowd, fresh off of her making the challenge to Kai D. Oh for Arcadia. Saint watches her from the other side of the ring, acknowledging her as the entrance music plays out.)
Bobby Bishop: Both of these women have been battling some demons lately. MINORI against the gigantic serpent, and Saint against..well..herself?
Dirk Sullivan: It’s strange. Both of these women are generally very happy to compete, but tonight it doesn’t feel like the case. Saint has been dealing with some terrible luck thanks to Violent and Kimberly Chase. MINORI seems to want to get back on track, but by facing the biggest guy on the DOMINION roster. She might be taking Lillie Saint lightly tonight.
(DING DING DING!!!!)
Bobby Bishop: And here we go. One fall to the finish. MINORI and Saint circle the ring briefly, with Saint looking for the lock up, but MINORI SWINGS FOR THE FENCES WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!! SAINT DUCKS IT, QUICKLY STEPPING BACK IN CONFUSION!!!
Dirk Sullivan: What was that? It looked like a warning shot from MINORI to keep herself ready to go. Saint regroups momentarily, allowing MINORI to charge into the Sweet in Sweetwater, driving her shoulder into the ribs as she corners her against the turnbuckles. The referee forces the break, giving space between the two. MINORI steps in quickly, only to be pulled into the corner by Saint, who fires in with a series of forearms and chops!! Saint grabs a hold of her arm, and pulls back, whipping her into the opposite corner. Saint follows in with a sprint, aiming low, allowing MINORI to do a rope-assisted front flip over Saint with a second roll to the middle of the ring. Saint charges in again, looking for the clothesline, but once again MINORI rolls under her, tricking Lillie Saint.
Bobby Bishop: You can tell Lillie Saint is frustrated right now. She turns towards MINORI, taking a stiff kick to the ribs. A hard forearm from the resident of Nagano stuns Saint, and now MINORI is looking for the irish whip, the deadliest of whips! Saint hits the ropes and returns, ducking under the back elbow. MINORI notices her hitting the ropes again, and drops her head for the back body drop, but Saint leapfrogs over her and charges again into the ropes. MINORI stands up in confusion, turning towards the running Saint, who delivers a running dropkick, sending her to the canvas. MINORI rolls outside of the ring. Remember, ladies and gentlemen, we are under European rules. MINORI has until the count of twenty to get back in.
Dirk Sullivan: Maybe not! Lillie Saint charges to the ropes, throwing herself into a basement dropkick to MINORI!! Saint sits up on the ring apron, adjusting her elbow pad before hopping down, only to find MINORI charging in at her. She wants to move, but MINORI is coming in too fast, and Lillie lifts her, attempting to throw her back into the ring, but MINORI front handsprings into the ropes on the apron, bouncing off into a DDT on the floor!!! Both of them hit pretty hard!!
Bobby Bishop: MINORI is slow to her feet, holding her back. She glances in at the referee, noticing that she has ample time to get Lillie back into the ring. She grabs onto the neck of Saint, pulling her up in an attempt to throw her into the ring. Saint doesn’t have much fight to her, and is thrown in because of it. MINORI climbs onto the apron, grabbing the top rope. Saint pulls herself up, only to take a forearm from MINORI. This allows MINORI to springboard over the top, swinging herself over in an attempt to hit a DDT out of it, but Lillie catches her with a jumping hangman’s neckbreaker instead!! Saint rolls to middle of the ring, trying to recover from the initial DDT. She holds her jaw and notices that her lip is busted open. Uh oh.
Dirk Sullivan: I’ve never seen this look from her before… SAINT CHARGES IN WITH A KICK TO THE SIDE OF MINORI’S HEAD!!! SHE’S STOMPING AWAY AT MINORI!!! WHAT IS GOING ON HERE??? LILLIE SAINT IS LETTING HER DEMONS GET THE BETTER OF HER!! SHE PULLS MINORI UP..AND IT LOOKS LIKE SHE’S TRYING FOR THE STEVE BLACKMAN SPECIAL!!! SHE’S STRUGGLING TO GET THE HANDS LOCKED ON MINORI!! MINORI BREAKS FREE FROM THE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK AND APPLIES THE KIMURA LOCK!!! LOOK AT THE ARM OF LILLIE SAINT, SHE SUFFERED A DISLOCATED ELBOW WITH THIS EXACT SAME MOVE MONTHS AGO!!!
Bobby Bishop: SAINT SHOUTS IN PAIN AND REACHES BEHIND IT..WAIT..SHE LOCKED HER HANDS TO ALLEVIATE THE PRESSURE. MINORI TRIES WRENCHING IT IN MORE, BUT SAINT IS ABLE TO STEP IN UNDER THE ARM OF MINORI..AND THROWS IN A KNEE LIFT TO THE BACK!!! SHE BREAKS THE HOLD!! SAINT GRABS AROUND HER NECK, TURNING HER SHOULDERS UNDER THE BACK OF MINORI AND SITS DOWN, DRIVING THE BACK DOWN ACROSS HER SHOULDERS!!! MINORI BOUNCES OFF OF HER, ROLLING BACKWARDS TO HER FEET. SAINT CHARGES IN, SWOOPING HERSELF IN FOR A CRUCIFIX..WAIT..SHE LOCKS HER LEGS AROUND THE HEAD OF MINORI..THE HANDS ARE AROUND HER NECK.. A STANDING KOJI CLUTCH!!!!?
Dirk Sullivan: I’VE NEVER SEEN HER USE THIS BEFORE..MINORI’S NECK IS WRENCHING FORWARD WHILE HER HEAD IS BEING PULLED BACK….SHE CAN’T FIGHT IT MUCH LOO….SHE TAPS!!!! MINORI HAS TAPPED OUT!!!!
(DING DING DING!!!)
(Kingdom once again hits the speakers as Saint breaks the hold, dropping to the mat. She pulls herself back, sitting in the middle of the ring as the referee raises her hand.)
Ring Announcer: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLIE SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINT!!!!
Bobby Bishop: I’m getting word from the backstage area that the move is called ‘The Gods and Goliaths’. Evidently, she gave the information to management earlier in the day. She said her inspiration for the hold was as a tribute to former European Champion Ozymandias and to the Senior Member of the Championship Committee, Banch Morgan. Two men who helped shape her career. That looked painful!
(The music continues to play as Lillie gets to her feet, standing over MINORI. She brings her hand down, allowing MINORI to grab onto it as the Little Redhead pulls her up into a handshake. The two exchange kind words to each other.)
Voice: Oh..Spare Me.
(The music cuts out as Saint and MINORI look around. MINORI looks up at the video wall, as Saint follows suit. It’s Kimberly Chase on the screen!!)
Kimberly Chase: What was that?? If that was me, I would have beaten MINORI in ten seconds!! However, not all of us are created equal. I suppose with my giving nature, I should tell you that you, Lillie Saint, have a special surprise coming your way. A present that will dwarf your birthdays, your Christmas, your Little Dog Too.. For the first time ever on DOMINION, I will be hosting a show so grand, they should rename DOMINION completely. They will call it… KIMBERLY. That’s right, my name. This is too big for words, so large that all people will be able to do is gasp and cheer at the sheer amazement of my talk show. Why am I even telling you this, you ask? Because you, Lillie Saint, will be my...Oh, where are my manners… OUR first guest!! Dress nice, because your normal attire is gross.
(Kimberly begins to laugh, garnering jeers from the audience. The jeers slowly stop however as the shot pans out with Violent slightly behind her. MINORI looks over at Lillie, who is about ready to hit the stage and go after her business manager. MINORI quickly stops her, along with the referee, but Lillie has had enough. She turns away from the two and storms over to the ropes, grabbing the microphone from the canvas.)
Lillie Saint: Holy shit… I am SO sick of this already. The ‘Will they, won’t they’ crap… I told you a long time ago, Violet, I would never fight you. I told you, Vera, that I would never fight you.. I made those promises, and now this? You two have your own talk show? Okay.. First guest? Okay.. You’re on. I’m going to settle this once and for all, and I’m going to bring Violet BACK..
(Saint throws the microphone down and begins to walk to the ropes, again stopped by the referee and by MINORI. She points at the backstage area, talking inaudibly with the two as the shot fades out to commercial break.)
(The cameras fade back from Commercial Break to a single black Jaguar F-Type pulling up the center of town in the Wrestleworld Capital. As the door opens, you can see a single man stepping out of the car. That man...Ares Vendetta. He wears a midnight black suit and has his hair ties up in a ponytail. He takes a step into the sidewalk and begins to look around with a narrow glare. Soon he looks slightly up towards the sky as the sunlight fills his face. He cracks a small smile.)
Ares Vendetta: And the warmth of God is enough to break any ice. But that's not why I am here today, today I am here in the center of this Babylonian empire that has been constructed. I am here because I need to be, to tell you about what is coming next. But before I speak about the future, let's talk about the past. Long ago, there was the ancient city of Babylon. A wicked city state in ancient Mesopotamia, a place where the rules did not apply to all, and we're created to only fit a few. And the captor of the exiled children of our God in heaven, well let's just say he reminds me of a certain Director. From which his rule started, this place was built with architectural flawlessness. Everything looks perfect, he even made his own Eden. And while some want to applaud his works, these feats before me. I condemn it all. From the arts to the buildings to the statues depicting everything we shouldn't worship. Like this one before me…
(Ares looks to the left and looks up, as you can see a statue of the hollow world, with the different colors of the architect territories in different areas of what they represent. And inside of the earth statue is a single effigy of Jaywalker looking out showcasing him as the Epicenter of the World. Ares walks away from it as he continues to speak.)
Ares Vendetta: It should sicken you, as it does me. This is the golden calf in which you worship I stead of the real center of all beings. The real one who created everything around you. And then Jaywalkers emissary wants to plan something to showcase this condemned utopia to the world, and invite those non-believers here to enjoy this? Oh no. This is nothing but an attempt to corral these men and women who come here to support this Neo Babylonian empire known as Wrestleworld. And it must be stopped at all costs, even if this means to cull the herd. Because at this point in time, this forsaken island is even closer to Babylon than ever before. We even have our very own Towers of Babel…
(Ares stops and looks up. Seeing Devione Industries, then looking across the street seeing Jaywalker Incorporated. He shakes his head in disgust and begins to walk again as he speaks.)
Ares Vendetta: God will strike down upon these towers one day. And at that time they will fall just like the men who stand atop them. Just like all of their followers, and just like Babylon of old fell, this one will to. So now I plan my path accordingly. And God has given me the knowledge, and God has chosen what happens next. And what happens next…
(Ares stops and looks up at a billboard on the side of a building. It reads "Clyde Livingston presents: PARABELLUM...The whole world is invited to War.". He narrows his eyes at the billboard but looks away from it back towards the sun. The light touches his face as Ares closes his eyes for a moment. As he opens them again he has a smile on his face as he looks back up to that billboard.)
Ares Vendetta: We turn the page on my New Testament. And we begin to write the next book. And at Arcadia, the book of Babylonia will be finished as I not only enter in, but win the Parabellum match, and cull the herd as the Almighty has instructed. So please lead your lambs to me DOMINION, for God's scythe is sharpened, and this is for your own good…
(Ares puts his hands in a prayer like stance as he smiles wickedly into the camera and walks away. As he walks the camera slowly fades to black. Before the camera feed starts again, one can hear the twisted and warped music playing through the Wrestleworld Carnival’s grounds as we are shown the parking lot of the sinister location, one of the last “vestiges” of sanity before one steps foot upon the threaded grounds of Babyaka who was once more playing host for Dominion and it is here that we find the “Straight Shooter” himself, Jacob Striker, standing on the edges of reason as he faces towards the Carnival rather than facing the camera)
Jacob: After how the past few days have gone, I think tonight...tonight I need to just get back to my roots and do things the old fashioned way.
(Jake then reaches down next to him and picks up a travel bag which he unzips to reveal the ever present form of his signature bat, “Katrina”, which he looks at for a moment before he replaces it into the bag which he then hands it off to someone off camera)
Jacob: I downright refuse to let that...person control how this goes down tonight. I honestly don’t know what Banch has in store or what he’s expecting me to do. No, I’m going to shatter the very precepts of his precious reality. But I also need them to see that I was telling the truth when I said that I didn’t need her to be with me, you dig what I’m laying down?
(The camera pans to the right to reveal none other than Shinigami Foundation member, the “Handsome Halfbreed”, Alex Slayer who is standing next to Jake dressed in one of his finest Ermenegildo Zegna suits complete with an Armani tie. Alex hoists the bag that contains “Katrina” over his right shoulder as he grins at the younger man before peering over his sunglasses at him)
Alex: Oh, I’m digging this shit, my brother.
(Jake laughs just a little bit before the two men start to make their way towards the entrance of the Carnival)
Alex: So, you never did tell me how your talk with your da went.
Jacob: No I did not.
(Jake then stops and turns to look at Alex who lowers his shades just enough to get a better look at Jake who seems a little bit more at ease with himself)
Jacob: Let’s just say that I don’t want to spoil the surprise. So come on in and join the joyride, my brother!
(Alex smirks just a little bit as the two men head into the Wrestleworld Carnival proper as the feed cuts back to the arena where the Ring Announcer awaits in the ring.)
Ring Announcer: The following contest is a Single match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!
("Feuer Frei" by Rammstein hits the speaker as Jake Raab comes out of the curtain and walks to the ring. The fans are giving a positive reaction)
Ring Announcer: From Dusseldorf, Germany, weighting at 230 Pounds….he is "The Fiery Target".....JAKE RAAB!
Bobby Bishop: This is Jake Raab's second match on Dominion! Jake Raab didn't win in his debut match, but I'd say he didn't lose either!
Dirk Sullivan: I'm thinking that Jake Raab is going to do everything he has to pick up the victory!
("Iridium" by The SIDH (Wrestle Da Remix) hits the speaker as Bruce McLeod comes out of the curtain as the fans continues to give a positive reaction)
Ring Announcer: And his opponent, from The Mean Streets of Glasgow, weighting at 221 Pounds….he is "THE HIGHLANDER"...BRUCE MCLEOD!
Bobby Bishop: Bruce McLeod has been announced as a participant that is going to compete in the Falls Count Anywhere Scramble match at Arcadia! I'm sure he's going to try to keep his momentum!
Dirk Sullivan: That's true! The last time we saw him, Bruce was able to score a victory! Let's see if he can score another!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Bobby Bishop: And this match is underway! Jake Raab and Bruce McLeod are circling around the ring and…..OH! They're having a handshake! What a sportsmanship display shown by the two men!
Dirk Sullivan: Now they do a fist-bump before going back circling around the ring again! They respect each-others!
Bobby Bishop: They certainly do...and wow! Bruce McLeod comes up with the right hand! But Jake Raab was able to dodge it in the last second!
Dirk Sullivan: And Jake Raab comes up with a low kick himself! No! Bruce McLeod was able to dodge it as well!
Bobby Bishop: Now Jake Raab is trying to grab Bruce McLeod by the head! But Bruce saw it coming and they're having a tie with an elbow and collar instead!
Dirk Sullivan: But Bruce McLeod has the height advantage as he quickly gets Jake Raab's head on lock with the head-lock! Bruce McLeod quickly pushes him to the ropes!
Bobby Bishop: Jake Raab coming back and he quickly greets Bruce McLeod with a Running Elbow! Bruce McLeod still standing on his feet although he's shaking, AND JAKE RAAB HITS HIM WITH AN EUROPEAN UPPERCUT RIGHT TO THE JAW! BRUCE MCLEOD IS DOWN!!
Dirk Sullivan: Jake Raab has Bruce McLeod up on his feet but Bruce pushes Jake away! Jake comes up with a right hand, but Bruce McLeod dodges it! And Bruce McLeod hits Jake Raab with a German Suplex!
Bobby Bishop: Bruce McLeod quickly has Jake Raab on his feet by grabbing his head! Bruce McLeod sends Jake Raab to an empty corner right away!
Dirk Sullivan: Bruce McLeod running towards Jake Raab! Clothesline on the corner! NO! Jake Raab manages to dodge it right away and Bruce McLeod hits an empty corner as he crashes and burns!
Bobby Bishop: Bruce McLeod hit the empty corner with his shoulders and it looks hurts as he's screaming in pain! BUT JAKE RAAB ISN'T SLOWING DOWN AS HE HITS BRUCE MCLEOD WITH A RUNNING KICK! BRUCE MCLEOD IS OUT OF THE RING!
Dirk Sullivan: Now Jake Raab is going outside of the ring as well! And Jake Raab drops a knee towards Bruce McLeod's midsection!
Bobby Bishop: Now Jake Raab has Bruce McLeod up on his feet….BUT BRUCE MCLEOD IS PUSHING JAKE RAAB TO THE BARRICADE AND JAKE HITS THE BARRICADE! JAKE RAAB IS DOWN!
Dirk Sullivan: Now Bruce McLeod is trying to gather his breath! He's doing some stretching on his shoulders! He might still be hurted after hitting the empty corner!
Bobby Bishop: Bruce McLeod might be hurting but he's still fighting as he has Jake Raab on his feet as Bruce slides Jake in back to the ring!
Dirk Sullivan: Now Bruce McLeod also gets back to the ring and he has Jake Raab up on his feet but Jake pushes Bruce away AND JAKE RAAB HITS HIM WITH A SPINNING FIST!
Bobby Bishop: Bruce McLeod is down! Jake Raab grabs his right leg….AND THE SINGLE LEG BOSTON CRAB IS LOCKED-IN RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! JAKE RAAB IS TRYING TO MAKE BRUCE MCLEOD TAPS OUT!
Dirk Sullivan: BUT BRUCE MCLEOD IS FIGHTING IT! HE'S TRYING TO BREAK UP THE SUBMISSION HOLD!
Bobby Bishop: BUT JAKE RAAB IS STILL HAVING THE SINGLE LEG BOSTON CRAB LOCK-IN! AND JAKE RAAB HITS BRUCE MCLEOD RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH A RIGHT ELBOW! AND NOW HE CONTINUES TO APPLY THE SINGLE LEG BOSTON CRAB!
Dirk Sullivan: Bruce McLeod is down and he's not moving while Jake Raab keeps pressuring the Single Leg Boston Crab!
Bobby Bishop: Bruce McLeod is trying to drag his own body! He's moving to the bottom ropes!
Dirk Sullivan: BUT JAKE RAAB KEEPS PRESSURING BRUCE MCLEOD! HE HAS BRUCE MCLEOD WHERE HE IS!
Bobby Bishop: AND BRUCE MCLEOD IS TRYING TO TURN AROUND! HE'S TRYING TO ESCAPE FROM THE SINGLE LEG BOSTON CRAB!
Dirk Sullivan: BUT JAKE RAAB IS ABLE TO STAND UP ON HIS TWO FEETS FIRST AND HE'S TRYING TO APPLY AN ANKLE LOCK INSTEAD!
Bobby Bishop: NO! BRUCE MCLEOD MANAGES TO KICK JAKE RAAB RIGHT IN THE FACE! BRUCE MCLEOD IS ABLE TO ESCAPE FROM THE SINGLE LEG BOSTON CRAB!
Dirk Sullivan: BUT JAKE RAAB GETS UP RIGHT AWAY AS HE GOES TO BRUCE MCLEOD IMMEDIATELY! JAKE RAAB HAS BRUCE MCLEOD UP ON HIS FEET AND JAKE RAAB LIFTS BRUCE MCLEOD UP AS HE'S LOOKING FOR A VERTICAL SUPLEX!
Bobby Bishop: BUT BRUCE MCLEOD MANAGES TO LAND ON HIS FEET INSTEAD! HE TURNS JAKE RAAB AROUND…..AND BRUCE MCLEOD HITS A STUNNING UPPERCUT! AND HE FOLLOWS IT UP WITH A JAB! ANOTHER STUNNING UPPERCUT! AND ANOTHER JAB! BRUCE MCLEOD CALLS IT BLACKOUT!
Dirk Sullivan: AND IT LOOK LIKE THOSE UPPERCUT AND JAB COMBINATIONS DOES GIVE JAKE RAAB A BLACKOUT AS HE SEEMS TO BE KNOCKED OUT! BRUCE MCLEOD KNOWS HE HAS THIS ONE WON! HE LOCKS IN THE NF'NN KNEEBAR!!! JAKE RAAB CAN BARELY MOVE AFTER THAT KNOCKOUT BLOW!!! THE REFEREE CALLS IT OFF, BRUCE HAS WON BY TECHNICAL KNOCKOUT!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
("Iridium" by The SIDH (Wrestle Da Remix) hits the speaker as Bruce McLeod stands up and let the referee raises his hands)
Ring Announcer: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…….BRUCE MCLEOD!
Bobby Bishop: He did it! Bruce McLeod beat Jake Raab!
Dirk Sullivan: That was a tough match and could've gone either way!
(Jake Raab is standing up on his feet as him and both him and Bruce McLeod have a staredown…..until both of them shake hands.)
Bobby Bishop: WHAT SPORTSMANSHIP SHOWN BY THESE TWO MEN! Jake Raab really pushed Bruce McLeod to the limit but in the end, Bruce was able to beat him!
Dirk Sullivan: That is what I was going to say, Bobby! Jake Raab did great but in the end, Bruce continues to show his dominance!
(The camera goes to a commercial hyping up the Arcadia ppv coming up. As we come back from commercial break the camera cuts to the freak show just off to the left of the ring. A carnival barker hivers in front of a new curtained off exhibit.)
Carnival Barker: Come one and come all! See the half-crab, half-man abomination of Atlantis! Is he man or is he mollusk? Does he have human emotion, or only a cold heart for the ocean? Stand back! And avert your eyes if you’re squeamish, for this creature is not for the faint of heart, the light of head, or the tender of nethers. Let me present to you the horror that is... SENOR PINCHY!
Bobby Bishop: Don’t look Dirk! You’re definitely light of head!
Dirk Sullivan: We see Pinchy every week, Bobby!
(On cue, the curtain is pulled to reveal Pinchy behind bars. “Crab” by Weezer hits as he tries with all of his might to pinch the bars open, before giving up, shrugging, turning sideways, and merely crab walking through the bars. The crowd boos and hurls trash as he makes his way around ringside, walking sideways in his crab walk stance, soaking it all in, before finally heading up the steps and entering the ring. Amidst all of the garbage throwing, a ringside PA decides discretion is the better part of valor and tosses a mic in with the flying refuse. Pinchy catches it in his claws and puts the microphone up to his mandibles.)
Senor Pinchy: Hola marcos! Como estas?
(The crowd continues to boo as Pinchy looks around ringside, tilting his head in confusion.)
Bobby Bishop: This crowd hasn’t forgotten what Pinchy did last week during the Hybrid Tag title match, and they’re letting him know how they feel about it here tonight.
Dirk Sullivan: I can’t blame them. We all enjoy Pinchy’s antics when they’re benign and not really hurting anyone...well, except for Mallory Montana’s sanity, but this was a step too far.
Senor Pinchy: Ehhh it sounds like j’ou a’ no like Pinchy. Por que? Es it because j’ou are all muy celoso of Senor Pinchy’s status as a dos veces Hybrid Tag Team campeon? Es it because j’ou fear mi growing power here in Luchamundo? Or is it a’ because j’ou are as estupido as Amber Prawn e TeeHay Thompson?
(The crowd begins a “Hip Hunters” chant as Pinchy continues feining confusion and shrugging in the ring.)
Senor Pinchy: J’ou t’ink they are coming out to a’ shut up Senor Pinchy? Nononono, not after la semana pasada; not after last week. Senor Pinchy confirmed somet’ing last week that ensures they’re no a’coming out here esta noche. Por j’ou see, last week when Ambergris Payne was going for etiqueta caliente: the hot tag, the Senor Pinchy? He appear at ringside e reached up between TeeHay Thompson’s legs y confirmed what he knew about Hip Hunters all along: between the dos of them, they don’t have the huevos to come out here and face Pinchy. Especially TeeHay Thompson...or at least, a’ he does not no more! Ahah!
(The crowd boos as Pinchy puffs up his chest and struts around the ring, proclaiming his machismo and manhood.)
Bobby Bishop: Now that was just a low blow on Pinchy’s part.
Dirk Sullivan: Yeah, and so was last week. I wouldn’t be surprised if TJ was still bedridden after that shocking claw to the ‘eggs’ as Pinchy put it.
(Pinchy’s stopped in his tracks as the lights go out. The crowd explodes as the first haunting electronic opening notes of “It Makes No Difference Who You Are” by Celldweller emits from the PA, cuing Amber Payne to appear at the top of the rampway. Decked out in her ring gear, black leather vest with a black and dark violet Okami mask with her sword on her back.Her cellphone still in hand as she makes her way to the ring with a stoic expression on her face.)
Bobby Bishop: Well it looks like at least one half of Hip Hunters is able to walk down to the ring tonight and give Pinchy a piece of their minds and this crowd is loving it!
Dirk Sullivan: I’ve seen Amber all day before the show checking her cell phone and texting someone. You gotta believe it was TJ Thompson.
(The lights come up as Amber Payne enters the ring and stands toe to toe with Pinchy in the center of the ring, unintimidated yet with a posture that says she’s ready to throw down at the drop of a hat. Pinchy looks around at the crowd, still seemingly confused by their reactions to himself and Amber. Amber, not at all phased, begins to turn her head to her left, straight up, then to the right and back up. As the music begins to fade, Pinchy lifts the microphone up to his lips once more.)
Senor Pinchy: Ah, I see la brujah wears the pantalones en this pareja. Have j’ou come to a’ stick up for TeeHay? Because last I checked his huevos weren’t in your gear bag. They’re en mine.
(Amber cracks her neck and continues staring through Pinchy, as if patiently waiting for him to stop talking as he sizes her up carefully and goes in for a few more verbal barbs.)
Senor Pinchy: Ehhh maybe j’ou came out looking for a reason as to why j’ou are no longer Hybrid Tag Team Champion? This surprises Pinchy. He thought Ambergris Payne would be used to a’ being picked on, losing amigos, y dropping a few pounds around her waistline by now.
(The crowd audibly boos a full octave louder than before as Amber lowers her gaze, nodding to herself silently as Pinchy gets bold enough to get close enough to whisper in her ear. She remains stone faced as the crab man mutters something that can’t be picked up by the microphone. A light of anger flickers behind her cold eyes, before she finally plants both hands on Pinchy’s shoulders and shoves him away. The crowd cheers as Pinchy stands stunned at Amber’s unwavering tenacity. She yanks the microphone from his claw and brings it up to her mouth slowly.)
Dirk Sullivan: It looks like Amber’s heard enough.
Bobby Bishop: Let’s hear what the former champ has to say.
( She walks up slowly and looks at Pinchy, a cold stare in her eyes. She is about to speak as she quickly swings the microphone to the side of Pinchy’s head. Pinchy goes down to his back, holding his head. Amber slowly walks over and stands right above him. Pinchy now looking up at her with a surprised and fearful look in his eyes.)
Amber Payne: Next week….Your soul will be mine bitch…
(Amber throws the mic at Pinchy as her music plays. She slowly walks backwards, hands out as she keeps her eyes on Pinchy)
Dirk Sullivan: What have we just witnessed here?
Bobby Bishop: Ladies and Gentlemen, we are witnessing the real Huntress. For months Amber has said there are two personalities, two entities inside her. We have seen what the Queen of Strong Style can do. But now Senor Pinchy has woken up the real Huntress. I hope Pinchy is ready for this...wait what's going on?!
(As soon as Amber’s back touches the ropes, the lights suddenly went out. Fans gasp stunned, a few seconds later the lights come back on and Amber has disappeared from Sight. Pinchy quickly staggers to his feet, the fear of god in his eyes as he darts his head around ringside confused. He slowly backs up, but just as he’s about to reach the ropes, the lights flicker out once more, only to immediately come up to reveal TJ Thompson standing behind Pinchy, much to the delight of the fans.)
Dirk Sullivan: Oh boy!
Bobby Bishop: The Hip Beast has been unleashed.
(Pinchy slowly turns to see what’s blocking his way, only to have his antennae grabbed with both hands by TJ Thompson. TJ quickly mares him out of the ring and onto the floor outside. Pinchy scurries, trying to get to his feet, but can’t gain his bearings as TJ jumps down on the ring apron, advancing him like a horror movie slasher as the crab man ironically posts up on his heels and elbows and crab crawls away toward the ferris wheel. TJ charges him and leaps through the air, to plant both feet into the chest cavity of the barely upright Pinchy with a brutal double stomp. TJ stands triumphantly on his adversary's chest, before finally hopping up and planting another huge stomp to the ribs, then another, and another. The fired up TJ Thompson starts punching down wildy as Pinchy tries to cover.)
Dirk Sullivan: It’s revenge time for the Yung Prodigy! He’s laying into Pinchy with everything he has and I can’t blame him!
Bobby Bishop: Oh no, he’s grabbed Pinchy’s legs! I think he’s going to deliver a little bit of comeuppance here tonight!
(TJ plants his heel straight through the uprights and quickly turns over into a boston crab attempt as security rushes in to break up the submission before it’s even fully applied.)
Dirk Sullivan: He wanted Please Tap, but security intercepts last second! Pinchy better thank his lucky starfish!
Bobby Bishop: They’re having to physically pull TJ off. My goodness, even referees are now coming out to break these two apart. We are being told Clyde Livingston is ready to introduce Parabellums contestants at an off site location, but we will have more on TJ and Pinchy right here!
(The camera fades from Pinchy and Thompson trying to get at each other again to Clyde Livingston standing in what looks like a warehouse. In the center of the dark warehouse under a spotlight is Clyde standing next to a small table with a laptop on it. Next to the laptop is a single black case. He looks up at the camera and smiles.)
Clyde Livingston: I am very glad you could join me today. Because today is what I like to call Prep Day. For today we showcase the men who will compete in this Parabellum of mine. But also the tools of our trade and go in depth a little bit more about how this whole thing works. So without further stalling, allow me to introduce the men and women of Parabellum.
(Clyde pulls out his cellphone and makes a small call. As he hangs up, you can see a large garage door opening up in the distance at the other end of this dark warehouse. As it opens you can see smaller lights turn on creating a lighted path from the doorway to Clyde Livingston. Clyde looks on with a smile on his face.)
Clyde Livingston: Welcome Gentleman to the planning room…
(The camera cuts to the doorway as you can see a group of men walk into the room, some together and some sticking to themselves. As they approach the table you can start to recognize some of these men.)
Clyde Livingston: Ladies and gentlemen, representing the Omega Wrestling Alliance. You know them as Michael Bishop and Jeff X.
(Bishop and Jeff walk up to the table as Clyde looks on to the others.)
Clyde Livingston: And coming to us from Strong Style Wrestling. Saul Omen.
(Saul Omen stands where he is on the cusp of the shadows in the room but looks around to the others.)
Clyde Livingston: And from UPRISING...The Supreme Machine!!!
(The Supreme Machine is shown about to take a step towards the other competitors, but is stopped by his handler Jennifer Rivers. She smiles at Clyde who nods back. He turns to other competitors.)
Clyde Livingston: And next entering Wrestleworld for the first time. I give you from Pro Wrestling Nova...Alex Slayer & Ian Dickenson. Welcome gentlemen.
(Ian and Alex step up to the table and nod their heads to Clyde Livingston.)
Clyde Livingston: And now I will tell you, the two men from Chapters are not here yet. Because we do not know who they are as of today. The winner of the Triple Threat of Graham Baker, Nas, and Ace Sky will go on to the Four Tribulations match at Arcadia. But the two who do not win...will be at Parabellum. So that only leaves us with my own representatives. Firstly representing DOMINION is the man I announced last week. Bruce Mcleod.
(Bruce walks up to the table next to Clyde Livingston.)
Clyde Livingston: And the final man from DOMINION will be...ah yes, right on time.
(All seven men look at another man walking into the room from the large garage style door. He walks with his hands in a prayer motion as he walks up to the light.)
Clyde Livingston: Ares Vendetta... Against better judgement I am allowing you into this match.
(Ares smiles at Clyde Livingston and just bows ever so slightly with his hands still together in prayer.)
Clyde Livingston: Now, that we are all here. Once again I am going to explain the rules of this match so we all know. This match will be Falls Count Anywhere on Wrestleworld Island, except in the Eden Resort. But Eden is only open once nightfall occurs. If it's daylight, then you will all be expected to be out and about. The Capital is where everything will start. But this match can branch out to The Dojo, The Islands, The Carnival, and even The Castle. This match will start as soon as Arcadia begins on Day One. And the match will end at nightfall on Day Three. The man who holds the fall on Day Three who reaches Eden is the winner. That man will be Number One Contender for the Territorial Championship at our next Grand Tour. Throughout this match, you will receive text messages to these cell phones.
(Clyde Livingston opens up the black case revealing ten identical Nokia slider phones.)
Clyde Livingston: These texts will let you know how much time is left until dark, who has the current pinfall and their location. I'd suggest not losing these phones gentlemen. Oh and also, for your transportation needs and any weaponry you may require for the terrain you find yourself in. We have prepared these.
(Clyde Livingston claps his hands twice as the entire warehouse is illuminated with light. In the background you can see tables set up, each holding various weapons you would find at the locations of Wrestleworld, such as chairs and kendo sticks all the way to hammers and barbed wire bats. On the opposite side of the tables you can see a variety of cars, trucks, and SUVs. All painted an assortment of greens, blues, yellows, and reds. All with their trunks open. To place plunder in.)
Clyde Livingston: So today you gain your weapons and your chosen vehicle of choice to traverse the terrain here in Wrestleworld. Next week, we do the final planning step of Parabellum. A showcase of the various territories. So everyone, until next week when we meet right back here. Enjoy Wrestleworld, eat, drink, for in one months time. There is no longer peace between you.
(As Clyde makes his leave, the various competitors begin to take a look at the weapons and cars. Choosing what they need for battle. As they do this, the camera fades back to ringside with the Ring Announcer.)
(Ding Ding Ding)
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match set for one fall that can only be won by submission. Entering first….
“Tell me who's that writin'? John the Revelator”
(The lights in the arena dim as the opening riff of “Adam Raised A Cain” hit’s the p.a. system cutting off the old theme song. The Titantron lights up with a standard JNS logo in the middle of the tron flashing off and on as John Nash Strader steps out from behind the curtain to a chorus of cheers and some boos, he takes it in with his arms open and hands opened to the people.)
“In the summer that i was baptized my father held me to his side
As they put me to the water he said how on that day i cried
We were prisoners of love a love in chains
He was standin' in the door i was standin' in the rain
With the same hot blood burning in our veins
Adam raised a cain “
Announcer: Coming in at a combined weight of 440 lbs....
(The JNS melts away and is replaced by a crimson DH as Daniel Horror steps out from behind the curtain and stares down his tag partner as the music makes an abrupt switch to “Set it Off” by Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing. They stoically make their way down to the ring, John wearing a white muscle shirt, blue jeans and a pair of buckled black leather biker boots and Daniel Horror in red wrestling pants, monogrammed black knee pads, and black wrestling boots.)
Announcer: The team of John Nash Strader and Daniel Horror!
(Daniel hops up on the apron, holding the ropes for JNS as he quickly turns into the ring and drops into a seated position in the corner. Both men stare at the ramp intently waiting for their opponents as the house lights raise.)
Bobby Bishop: Wow, what an intimidating duo of competitors we have here tonight in the three most feared initials in professional wrestling today, JNS, and “The Daredevil” Daniel Horror.
Dirk Sullivan: These guys aren’t here to play around, but I get the feeling that-
(Before Dirk can finish his thought, the politely interrupting sound of a petite woman clearing her throat cuts him off as Gwyneth S. Atlas steps through the curtain to a standing ovation wearing a commentary headset and microphone.)
Bobby Bishop: Oh boy, I heard this girl was gunning for our jobs but it looks like our esteemed ring announcer might be the one with a target on her back tonight.
Gwyneth A. Atlas: And their opponents, weighing in at a whopping 317 lb, the team consisting of the most esteemed, talented, and trusted broadcaster on Wrestleworld Island: Gwyneth A. Atlas!...hold on one sec….
(Gwyneth holds up a finger, cuing up “Welcome to the Party” as she heads down the ramp with her hands out at either side, high fiving and touching each passing fan as she makes her way to the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope, unafraid as she hops to her feet and walks to the center of the ring as Horror and JNS look on with confusion over the pint sized reporter’s audacity as she holds up her finger once more to signal to the AV guys to flip over to “Raise Hell” by Dorothy.)
Bobby Bishop: Dear lord, she’s gotten to the music monkeys in the truck!
Dirk Sullivan: This woman has too much pull. We should start working on our resumes.
Gwyneth A. Atlas: Aaaaand her partner, a BJJ specialist and all around tough guy, “The Natural” Tommy Ward.
(Tommy steps through the curtain with a somewhat confused look on his face as the crowd goes wild. He shrugs and makes a beeline to the ring just as JNS slithers out of his corner and blindsides Gwyneth A. Atlas with a running bulldog. He yanks the headset off of her head and starts pounding away at sidemount, forcing the ref no other option but to ring the bell and start the match as the crowd erupts in boos.)
(DING DING DING!)
Bobby Bishop: And Tommy Ward dives through the ropes just as the bell rings and crashes down on top of JNS with a barrage of lefts and rights as Gwyneth crawls to the neutral corner for safety.
Dirk Sullivan: Yes, but the ref’s saying Gwyneth the legal participant here as he pulls Tommy off of JNS and walks him back to his corner.
Bobby Bishop: Meanwhile, Gwyneth has managed to pull herself upright in the pocket. She sizes up JNS as he rises off of the mat, disoriented by the opening skirmish.
Dirk Sullivan: Gwyneth, lifting herself up off the ground as she pedals her feet in mid air, finally lets go of the top rope and rushes JNS with a brutal running big boot! But JNS takes it and answers back with a stiff right to the cheek of Gwyneth. Gwyneth nearly spins around 180 after that brutal pop to the jaw.
Bobby Bishop: But wait! She flips backwards and pops JNS with a desperation pele kick! Gwyneth combat rolls toward her corner for the hot tag as John Nash Strader crumples backward into his own. Daniel Horror with the blind tag.
Dirk Sullivan: Tommy Ward rushes the corner, but Daniel Horror slingshots himself in over the top rope and plants a single leg dropkick into the chest of Ward. Ward stumbles away from the corner as Horror, still holding onto tha top rope, springboards off of the middle strand.
Bobby Bishop: He’s looking for that springboard enziguiri, but Ward slaps it away, sending Horror down to the canvas face first. Tommy quickly shoots in and deadlifts him off of the canvas with an everest german suplex attempt, but Horror lands on his feet!
Dirk Sullivan: He falls back into the ropes and comes back, looking for Aimed for the Head, that signature grounded corkscrew roundhouse, but Tommy Ward rolls out of harm's way at the last second. Horror jambs his toe into the canvas and crumples to his knees, maybe doing more damage to his leg than expected.
Bobby Bishop: The Natural hits the ropes and comes back with a brutal soccer punt to the upper body of Horror. Horror goes rolling on impact!
Dirk Sullivan: JNS has re-entered the ring though. He charges in and clobbers Tommy Ward in the back of the neck with a charging northern lariat. He hooks the head and grapevines the knee. Russian Legsweep. JNS rolls through and quickly rushes back to the apron, holding out his hand for the hot tag as both Horror and Ward crawl toward the corner.
Bobby Bishop: That blindside from Strader knocked Ward loopy. I don’t think he knows he’s headed for the wrong corner!
Dirk Sullivan: Daniel Horror wins the race and quickly tags in just as Ward gets to his feet. JNS charges through the ropes, lifting Ward up with a double leg pick, before dropping him face first into the turnbuckle with a ghastly snake eyes!
Bobby Bishop: Tommy’s rocked, and it looks like JNS is getting comfy in the dominant position as he wrenches Ward’s arm and starts scaling the turnbuckle. I think he’s thinking Midnight Rider!
Dirk Sullivan: But just as he gets his bearings tightrope walking the top strand, Gwyneth S. Atlas charges in across the ring and shoves him off the top rope! JNS goes flying, but somehow gets his feet underneath him just in time to crumple to the outside!
Bobby Bishop: Daniel Horror bursts out of the corner and superkicks Gwyneth for her troubles! Maybe that’ll stop that jaw from wagging….
Dirk Sullivan: Horror spots Ward bracing himself on the ropes and pops him with another superkick that sends him tumbling over the top rope to the outside!
Bobby Bishop: Atlas charges Horror, looking for a big boot. Horror slaps it away and goes for another superkick, but the pint-sized broadcaster ducks out of the way. The two find themselves at an impasse, staring each other down with a mixture of frustration and admiration.
Dirk Sullivan: They turn and lock eyes with Ward and JNS pulling themselves up to their feet on the outside. Horror and Gwyneth nod to one another understandingly, turn, hit the ropes, and come flying to the outside in stereo!
Bobby Bishop: HORROR CRASHES DOWN ON WARD WITH THE TOPE SUICIDA AS GWYNETH FLIES THROUGH THE BOTTOM AND MIDDLE ROPE WITH A PUSHING TOPE CON HILO ON JNS SENDING HIM BACK FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE!
Dirk Sullivan: This crowd is on their feet as Gwyneth and Daniel stare one another down once more. It looks like they might come to blows.
Bobby Bishop: No, they both grab their respective legal men and roll them back into the ring. The crowd gives a muted golf clap for the respect these two competitors are showing for one another here tonight as they round back to their corners and post up for the hot tag.
Dirk Sullivan: Who will get to their corner first? Strader lunges forward just as Ward makes a bounding leap.
Ref: Tag!...Tag!
Bobby Bishop: And just like that, the respect goes out the window as Gwyneth and Horror rush to meet in the center of the ring.
Dirk Sullivan: The lock up! Horror quickly overpowers and gets the side headlock. He tries to swing the leg and get the headlock driver, but Atlas shoves him into the ropes with all of her might! Chest bump off of the top strand by Horror. Gwyneth lunges forward with an attempted big boot once more, but Horror grabs the top strand and stops himself just in time.
Bobby Bishop: She might’ve pulled a hammy! Horror, once again springing up to that middle rope and thinking springboard enziguiri.
Dirk Sullivan: But Atlas runs underneath and ladder steps up the ropes just as Horror lands on his knees behind her. Gwyneth flips backwards with a floating corkscrew through the air and lands on top of Horror with that signature move she likes to call “Guest”.
Bobby Bishop: Horror collapses under the floating corkscrew senton, but Gwyneth quickly rolls up to her feet off of the move, only to snap back with a beautiful and impactful standing moonsault.
Dirk Sullivan: She hooks the leg for the cover, but only submissions win this match. The ref informs her and she quickly gives up the pinfall and starts raining down slaps on Horror.
Bobby Bishop: I don’t know how much damage the green horn’s doing here, but Horror’s got his forearms up blocking as she rains down slap after slap
Dirk Sullivan: JNS stumbles out of his corner and quickly picks the feisty on air personality up off of his partner. Gwyneth kicks and flails as JNS just...just holds her up and lets Horror crawl to a safe corner.
Bobby Bishop: Gwyneth claws at JNS’s fingers and finally breaks the rear waistlock. She floats around to his side and tries for a russian legsweep of her own, but John slaps her arm away last second and kicks her leg away, causing Gwyneth to go flying backwards under her own momentum. Oof, her head hit the canvas hard.
Dirk Sullivan: Tommy tries to intervine, but the ref gets between him and JNS before Ward can even clear the ropes.
Bobby Bishop: Meanwhile, JNS shoves his own partner and starts calling plays. I’m not sure how receptive Daniel Horror will be to that, but we’ll see. Both men grab an arm each and whip Gwyneth up to her feet, only for Horror to immediately hop up on her shoulders from behind and sling her back down onto her head with a brutal poison rana!
Dirk Sullivan: Gwyneth goes head over heels into the corner as John Nash Strader charges across the ring, and comes flying back with a beautiful corner splash! He went so high up on that thing that his own speed carried him over the top rope and back onto the apron.
Bobby Bishop: Tommy in the corner all the way across the ring, finally gives up trying to intervene as Horror tags out to JNS on the apron.
Dirk Sullivan: JNS, grabbing a handful of Gwyneth’s hair as he hops over the top rope back into the ring guides the ragdoll in both appearance and physics combatant to the center of the ring and sets up for a russian legsweep.
Bobby Bishop: Horror’s stepping back through the ropes onto the apron, but JNS calls him back. Once again, I’m not sure how long Daniel Horror is going to play nice with this guy.
Dirk Sullivan: I think I just heard JNS say ‘Chicago Destroyer’. He’s setting up for a double team. Daniel nods, clearly peeved with being bossed around as he saunters back into the ring and grabs the top strand, readying for the Chicago Destroyer, that flying cutter.
Bobby Bishop: JNS drops the russian legsweep setup and locks in a cravate. He’s thinking 1%er.
Dirk Sullivan: Horror springboards up on the top rope and...wait! Gwyneth shoves JNS off before he can hit that stunner variant he calls the 1%er! HORROR CATCHES JNS WITH CHICAGO DESTROYER!
Bobby Bishop: WAS THAT AN ACCIDENT OR DID DANIEL FINALLY SNAP ON JNS!?!
Dirk Sullivan: Horror doesn’t look too surprised as he kips up and looks down at JNS with a reluctant shrug.
Bobby Bishop: Meanwhile, Gwyneth’s made it 3/4ths away across the ring to her corner. Horror spots her and considers what to do next. Thinking quickly, he grabs JNS’s limp arm and drags him to the corner and tags himself in just as Tommy Ward re-enters the match with a hot tag.
Dirk Sullivan: Both men rush into the ring at top speed! Tommy goes for a running STO, but Horror side-steps and winds up for the Horror Peacemaker instead! Horror ripcords Tommy Ward, and the Natural answers with a flying knee strike outta nowhere! Daniel’s rocked!
Bobby Bishop: Tommy Ward quickly hops onto Horror’s back! He’s looking to pull him down into the Natural Adjustment, but Horror charges backwards into the corner and sandwiches Ward in the turnbuckle!
Dirk Sullivan: Horror quickly grabs the arm and goes for a short-arm Horror Peacemaker, but Ward shoots in and spins out of the corner with a beautiful belly-to-belly slam! He quickly mounts Horror, taking top guard as he rains down palm strikes across Horror’s jaw and forehead.
Bobby Bishop: Wait, he locks his legs around Horror’s head and quickly rolls over into a triangle attempt!
Dirk Sullivan: But Horror slips the guard and quickly laces the leg. He rolls Ward over onto his stomach, looking for The Lost and the Damned! He can’t quite get the modified deathlock STF in. He struggles to get underneath Ward’s arm and apply the half-nelson crossface to complete The Lost and the Damned, but Ward keeps reaching for the ropes!
Bobby Bishop: Daniel finally snags the arm, but Tommy immediately shoots his hand out to break the hold with his free arm before Horror can torque back.
Dirk Sullivan: Yeah, but I don’t think something as arbitrary as a rope break is going to stop Horror! Horror brutally pulls back with The Lost and the Damned as the referee starts counting down the break!
Referee: 1...2..3..4..5 C’mon Horror! Let go!
Bobby Bishop: Horror finally relinquishes part of the hold, but quickly shoots in for the front chancery, cutting Ward off from the ropes.
Dirk Sullivan: Ward sprawls and tries to push up to his feet as Horror keeps the front chancery locked in tight and attempts to push Ward away from rope proximity. Tommy breaks the front facelock and quickly tries to fall back into that triangle guard once more, but once again, Horror slaps Ward’s legs away before he can lock in the choke.
Bobby Bishop: Horror retains that front chancery! He bridges forward! He’s got it locked in! Night of Horror dead center of the ring!
Dirk Sullivan: Here comes Gwyneth, slogging back into the ring, still feeling the effects of that poison rana. She turns on her heels and looks to measure up for another standing moonsault to break the bridge on Night of Horror.
Bobby Bishop: But just as she flips backwards, JNS shoots in and catches her. He lifts her up with a gorilla press! He walks casually away from the submission in the center of the ring, and brings Gwyneth down across his knee with a Bane worthy backbreaker! Mr. Mayhem pays Gwyneth S. Atlas a visit that she’ll never forget! She might be broken in half!
Dirk Sullivan: Ward taps! Ward taps!
(Ding Ding Ding!)
Announcer: The winner of this match via submission, the team of “The Daredevil” Daniel Horror and JNS: John Nash Strader!
(“Set it Off” hits the PA as Horror rolls out of the Night of Horror and JNS rolls Gwyneth off of his knee. JNS turns and lifts Horror’s hand in victory.)
Bobby Bishop: It’s nice to see these two celebrate after-
(JNS slaps Horror’s hand away, kicks him in the stomach, and goes for the 1%er, but Horror quickly locks his hands around JNS’s throat to block the stunner attempt. He twists JNS around, looking for the Horror Peacemaker, but JNS slides underneath mere inches from impact and rolls to the outside to safety. The two men stare one another down as “Set it Off” continues to blare down the PA.)
Dirk Sullivan: John didn’t forget that Chicago Destroyer.
Bobby Bishop: A measure of revenge sought by JNS, but perhaps he found a measure of respect instead. We need to head to commercial break here, but when we get back we will have the Contract Signing for Zane and Indy Darling at Arcadia!
(The camera fades to commercial. As it comes back you can see a backstage interaction between Matthew Knox and Banch Morgan. The camera is too far away to hear what is being said, but they look to be discussing something. The camera fades to ringside for the Contract Signing.)
(Back to business, and it’s Arcadia business. Inside of a private lounge at the Carnival, the contract for the Wrestleworld Territorial Championship match lies on the table. To the left of the contract is a pizza box, along with a plate of breadsticks and drinks. To the right of the contract.. MORE pizza and breadsticks. On the couch are the two opponents for this contest, the Wrestleworld Territorial Champion Zane, and the Number One Contender, Indy Darling. Rather than the typical argument turned table crash, they decided to simply have fun. Sharing a laugh as they look down at the pizza on the table, it’s a comfortable last meal of sorts.)
Indy Darling: Oh, that was legendary! I couldn’t believe everyone got so drunk!
Zane: Is it bad that I only remember 76% of the wedding? I was so gone by the end of it, but it was so much fun. Thank you so much for being there.
(Each of them pick up a piece of pizza, with a brief moment of silence. Finally, Indy speaks up.)
Indy Darling: I’m not going to lie to you, and you know I have all the respect in the world for you. I’m pretty damn nervous about this match.
Zane: Yeeeah.. You’re facing me. I would be too.
Indy Darling: Beyond that, the reason I picked this name of Indy Darling was to remember my roots. Remember where I came from, and make my father proud. He didn’t get the chance that I’m getting at Arcadia. So, I’m sure of it, it’ll be the biggest match of my career. Even if it’s against a friend.
(Zane looks down at the slice for a moment, taking in the words of her opponent, she couldn’t help but give a slight smile.)
Zane: You’re painting me into a corner, you know. I’ve been doing this for so long that most of the time I’m looking at each opponent as the same. I’ve faced a lot of people who have called themselves Champions, Contenders, ‘GOATs’. They always have the same idea, the same attitude. They think they’re above what we’re about to do. Arcadia is coming up, and I feel like I could have faced anybody on the roster and possibly carried that same thought process. Thankfully, you came around and won that Atlantis trophy.. Or cup? Or what was that?
Indy Darling: It WAS my way of punching in the ticket to face you. That’s what it was. And we’re going for the biggest match this company has ever seen, even if the long term guys don’t see it that way. I know for me, personally, it’s the one everyone will be talking about after.
Zane: I’m sure you’ll get your moment eventually.
(They both toast a piece of pizza before taking a bite. While taking in the moment, Indy Darling looks at the contract.)
Indy Darling: I guess it’s time to sign this thing. Make it official, right?
Zane: That sounds good to me, wait.. Isn’t there a show that’s supposed to be going on?
Indy Darling: Yeah, that camera man has been watching me eat way too much.
(They both look at the camera man, laughing for a moment.)
Zane: Alright.. Fine. Tell you what, let’s get this thing rolling. Now, seeing as you are the Number One Contender, I’ll let you in on a little secret. The Champ never signs first.
(Indy looks down with a grin, grabbing the pen. Upon looking back at Zane, he realizes she is dead serious.)
Indy Darling: Oh.. Wow, okay, yeah I’m the contender so I’ll go ahead and sign my life away. Best of luck on an excellent match.
(Indy goes to sign the contract..)
Zane: Oh, can you get me a breadstick first? Please?
(Indy feigns getting the breadstick, and signs the contract instead. A comedically defiant look arrives on his face before handing over a breadstick. )
Zane: You monster.
(Handing over the pen to Zane, Indy grabs a breadstick of his own.)
Zane: Okay, well since you decided to help yourself, I’m going to make a toast. A toast to a good friend, a toast to a great travel buddy once in a while. A toast to the Number One Contender, and who will be a great contender for this title after Arcadia. Good luck.
(Zane looks down at the contract before signing her name on the dotted line.)
Indy Darling: Well, that’s that then. I’m really excited about the match, but I noticed that little note in the contract about the Pick Your Poison clause. Says here, I have the privilege to choose your opponent. You, on the flip side, can pick my opponent.
Zane: Alright, wait a second. Don’t.
Indy Darling: Don’t what?
Zane: I swear, if you book me against Alice Gamer, I will flip.
Indy Darling: Who?
Zane: Nevermind, just a ghost of the past..that I never met.
(Indy Darling takes a moment, thinking about who to choose.)
Indy Darling: I got it! And remember when I say this, I only choose this person because I cannot wait to see you shut this guy up.
Zane: Oh.. Who?
Indy Darling: That idiot who called you a Pet Project.. You’re facing Jacob Striker!!
(An ever intense Zane stares down Indy, before they both burst out laughing.)
Zane: I do owe him an ass kicking for all the crap he’s my father through. Seriously, I am going to..Well.. Do what I do best. I break noses a lot. I want to break his nose.
Indy Darling: And I would love to see it. Just for that, I’ll be on commentary. I want to see this up close.
Zane: Alright, I like that.
(Now it’s Zane’s turn to decide. She weighs out the options and looks right through Indy Darling.)
Zane: Oh, that’s good.
Indy Darling: What? Who is it?
Zane: I don’t know if it’s such a good idea. I mean, I’d really hate for you to not make it to Arcadia.
Indy Darling: Alright. So you’re saying this person would beat me?
Zane: Maybe.
Indy Darling: Interesting. I hate to sound overconfident, but I know you’re not facing me, so I’m fairly certain that I can take anyone else on this roster if I train hard enough for it. Do your worst. Who’s it going to be? I would love to know who could stop me from going to Arcadia.
(A brief pause between the two)
Voice: I’m your Huckleberry.
(The camera pans over from Indy Darling to the man behind that voice. Wrestleworld European Champion, Colt Montoya.
Indy Darling: Oh..shit.
Zane: Oh shit.
Colt Montoya; Oh..Shiiiiiit.
(The three laugh for a moment before Montoya suddenly stops.)
Colt Montoya: Good seeing you, buddy. Receipts can be a real bitch sometimes.
(Montoya slaps Indy Darling on the shoulder, smiling over at Zane before exiting the shot.)
Zane: I will definitely be on commentary for that one.
(Reality begins to sink in for poor Indy Darling, looking at the contract, then back at Zane as the shot fades out to a commercial break. As the break comes back we cut to ringside for the Main Event.)
The Ring Announcer: The following match is the main event of the evening. And is scheduled for One Fall under Submission only rules!!! Introducing firstly, the special guest Referee of the match... BANCH MORGAN!!!
(Banch comes out from behind the curtain and walks down to the ring in a Referee shirt and black slacks.)
Bobby Bishop: Now we saw Banch earlier speaking to Matthew Knox, I do not know what that was about but I hope it doesn't interfere with this match. Banch is on the Championship Committee, so this will be an interesting dynamic to say the least.
(Necessary Evil by Motionless in White begins to play as Jacob Striker comes through the curtain and looks down at the ring. He immediately locks eyes with Banch Morgan as he walks down the ramp.)
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, from Sleepy Hollow, New York...THE STRAIGHT SHOOTER!!! JACOB STRIKER!!!
(Striker holds his arms up as he enters the ring and walks right by Banch and poses on the turnbuckles!)
Dirk Sullivan: This man is going to get under Banch Morgan's skin tonight, that is a fact that hasn't been proven yet.
(The sweeping cellos of Evil Returns (Remix) begin to rise as the houselights dim to a dull blue and a smoke gathers at the entryway. Suddenly, the tone of the song changes as electric guitars and a ferocious drum beat spring forth and just as suddenly, Matthew Knox rises from the fog. His face adorned in corpse paint with a glasgow smile penciled in black over his lips and strikes over his eyes.)
Ring Announcer: And his opponent...From Baltimore, Maryland...HE IS THE RAVEN...MMMAATTHHEEWW KKNNOOOXXXX
(He makes his way down to the ring, dressed in a sleeveless hoodie and tights. As he slides into the ring, he runs to the nearest corner and yells out to the crowd, arms outstretched. He repeats this with the opposite corner, before removing his hoodie and kneeling in a corner, eyeing Jacob Striker)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Dirk Sullivan: And here we are, the main event between Matthew Knox and Jacob Striker. Knox wants this win to catapult himself higher on DOMINION, and Striker needs this win to show Banch Morgan that he is a wrestler. Not a brawler, not a mauler, but a wrestler. Banch needs to keep his cool here and not let Striker get under his skin, because one wrong move as Referee never ends well. Knox is warming up in the corner as Jacob just walks over to Banch Morgan.
Striker: This is on your head, I am going to embarrass him technically, your head Morgan…
Bobby Bishop: AND JACOB STRIKER RUNS AT MATTHEW KNOX! MAFIA KICK! NO Knox ducks under it and rolls forward. He turns back around as Striker moves in. And both men go for a collar and elbow tie up! Both Knox and Striker are jockeying for position, each barely getting the upper hand. Striker breaks the collar hold with his left hand and uses Knoxs momentum against him...AND A DEEP ARM DRAG TO THE MAT! Striker has the arm still and rolls Knox over to his stomach, grounded hammerlock submission is locked in. Banch is checking on Knox who screams no, he's not giving in. Striker grabs the other arm of Knox while still adding pressure with his knee to the left arm. And Striker hooks the right arm and hooks the left afterwards, and pulls Knox up for a surfboard stretch! And he places his boot on the back of the head of Knox...no, he's gonna stomp him!!!
Dirk Sullivan: AND JACOB STRIKER LIFTS HIS BOOT...AND LETS MATTHEW KNOX GO??!!?? Striker just let him go and walks over to Banch Morgan again.
Striker: As I said, on your head...not his.
Dirk Sullivan: It looks as if Jacob Striker wants to prove a point more than he wants to win this match quickly. He even gave up Katrina earlier in the show to Alex Slayer for his upcoming war at Parabellum! Striker walks to a corner as Knox is getting to his feet, stretching his shoulder out after the work that's been done to it. Both men start to circle each other again here. Striker is asking for a test of strength next, and Knox locks left hands with Striker...AND MATTHEW KNOX WASTES NO TIME CONNECTING A FRONT ROUNDHOUSE KICK WHILE JACOB STRIKERS DOMINANT HAND WAS LOCKED IN HIS OWN!!! Striker stumbles backwards as Knox goes on the offensive here! Striker is in a corner as Matt Knox is u loading right hands, knees to the sternum, and kicks. Banch Morgan looks hesitant but makes the count. Knox uses the count up to four before backing off and being admonished by Banch Morgan that he will be disqualified if he continues in the corner. Knox nods his head and brings Striker to his feet, and whips him across the ring to the opposite corner. As Striker comes out Matt Knox runs at him for A Little Drop Of Poison! BIG BOOT CONNECTS!
Bobby Bishop: NO IT DOESN'T, STRIKER CATCHES THE LEG OVER HIS SHOULDER AND LOCKS IN A BELLY TO BELLY! AND STRIKER WITH A LEG TRAPPED BELLY TO BELLY SENDING MATTHEW KNOX UPSIDE DOWN INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! Banch checks on Knox as he hit hard as Striker just chuckles at Banch as he crawls backwards away. Striker tries to loosen the cobwebs as he pays himself a slap on the cheek, and uses the ropes to get up. Matthew Knox is holding his lower back after that suplex as he faces the turnbuckles and tries to get up...STRIKER SHOOTS IN! AND A GERMAN SUPLEX SENDS KNOX BACK ACROSS THE RING! Jacob Striker totally changed it up here tonight, as he gets up slowly again and walks past Morgan. He stops and takes a step back and looks at Banch again…
Striker: Can't wrestle? HA!
Dirk Sullivan: And Banch Morgan can do nothing except grin and bare these jabs from Striker. As Striker goes to Knox, he tries lifting him up...AND MATTHEW KNOX SPRINGS UP! STANDING DROPKICK STRAIGHT TO STRIKERS FACE! You can not take your mind off the objective in such a high profile main event match here. Strikers too worried about showing off for Banch and Matt Knox is not somebody you put on the back burner. Knox is up faster now and delivers a few knees to Jacob Striker against the ropes. And Knox whips Jacob off the ropes. KNOX GOES FOR A CLOTHESLINE, BUT STRIKER DUCKS UNDERNEATH IT AND REBOUNDS!!!
Bobby Bishop: BUT MATTHEW KNOX WITH THE HIGH KNEE TO THE FACE OF JACOB STRIKER!!! Striker goes down hard as Matthew Knox looks down at his fallen prey. He looks comfortably in control here as he picks up Jacob Striker and kicks him in the stomach doubling him over. And Knox backs up some...AND THERE'S A JUMPING AXE KICK TO THE BACK OF THE NECK! Striker is down holding his neck as Knox looks to be softening it up for The Mercy, The Murder. Which I can only assume is coming soon. And Knox with a leg drop to the back of the neck! He is targeting that neck, as he locks in...A crossface!!! Knox has it locked in as Striker is trying to get out of this one! Banch Morgan is right there to see if he taps, and you know he wants him to deep inside. But Striker just refuses to quit, he crawls towards the ropes but I don't think it's enough!!
Banch Morgan: Striker, do you wanna quit? Can you continue?
Dirk Sullivan: Even as he is locked in the crossface Striker looks at Banch with disgust. He uses his free arm to flip off Banch Morgan right to his face, an inch away from touching him. Banch can't do anything about it! And Striker reaches and barely reaches the ropes! Banch hesitates again but starts the count on Knox. Knox uses the full five count before he breaks this time, almost getting disqualified! Banch walks to a neutral corner and you can tell he has almost had enough here! Matt Knox just drags Striker back to the middle of the ring by a leg. And then he starts to pick up Striker, and positions him for a double arm DDT! KNOX TRIES TO GO BACK AND DROP HIM, BUT STRIKERS GOT HIS LEG WRAPPED AROUND KNOXS, WHO TRIES TO...AND STRIKER SOMEHOW MOVES LEFT AND RIGHT BREAKING KNOXS GRIP...AND A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX REVERSE FROM STRIKER! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!
Bobby Bishop: Striker with a last ditch effort to create separation has done it! Both men roll away from each other, as Matthew Knox is at the corner trying to get up as Jacob Striker is on the opposite end of the ring using the middle rope to do the same. Knox is up first here and goes to Striker who just made it to hi--AND STRIKER DUCKS UNDER AND UNDERHOOKS HIS ARMS AROUND MATTHEW KNOX'S ARMS! AND A TIGER SUPLEX! AND STRIKER ROLLS THROUGH, RELEASING THE RIGHT ARM AND KEEPING THE LEFT LOCKED IN! AND THE KIMURA LOCK IS IN! ITS MATTHEW KNOXS TURN TO BE IN JEOPARDY!!!
Dirk Sullivan: Knox is trying to crawl, but Striker instead of locking his legs around him has kept one knee on the ground. He has the leverage to not only hurt that arm, but damn near tear the shoulder out of the socket! Knox can't get to a vertical base, and can barely move. Banch Morgan doesn't want to, but he is checking to see if Knox can continue.
Banch Morgan: Knox, I can end it. Can you continue? It's not worth an injury!
Bobby Bishop: Matthew Knox shakes his head no, and Banch is respecting his decision, all the while Jacob Striker is locking eyes with Banch Morgan!
Striker: Admit it Morgan, admit you were wrong, admit it! You son of a bitch you admit to the world that I am a wrestler or I will break his damn arm!!!
Dirk Sullivan: Jacob Striker is putting Banch Morgan in a very bad position here. Matthew Knox will not give up, and a Kimura Lock can break an arm and damage a shoulder for up to six months of rehab. Banch is beside himself not wanting to falter his pride, and Striker is torquing that hold! Banch finally holds his hands up, I think he's gonna do it! Striker lessens the hold and pays attention to Banch Morgan…
Bobby Bishop: BAD MOVE! MATTHEW KNOX MAY NOT HAVE BEEN ABLE TO GET THE HIGH GROUND BEFORE, BUT AS SOON AS STRIKER LOOSENED HIS GRIP KNOX WAS ABLE TO STAND ALSO! AND HE BULLRUSHES STRIKER INTO THE NEARBY CORNER!!! IT BREAKS THE KIMURA, KNOX IS HOLDING HIS LEFT ARM BUT HE IS STILL FIGHTING!!! AND MATTHEW KNOX RUNS OFF THE OPPOSITE ROPES AS JACOB STRIKER STUMBLES OUT OF THE CORNER...A LITTLE DROP OF POISON!!! THE BIG RUNNING BOOT CONNECTS ALMOST FLIPPING STRIKER INSIDE OUT!
Dirk Sullivan: Knox is still up and Striker looks to be out of it, the lights are on, nobody is home. You can see it in his face...And Matthew Knox with a baseball slide dropkick to the face! Banch Morgan looks to have a small smile on his face as Jacob Striker is still moving, still trying to figure out how to get back in this as Matthew Knox is up and stalking him. Striker is using the ropes to get up as Knox...AND HE IS LOCKING IN THE MERCY, THE MURDER!!! STRIKER IS TRYING TO FIGHT IT! KNOX IS PULLING HIM BACK AWAY FROM THE ROPES! AND STRIKER FORCES THEM BOTH BACKWARDS! AND THEY COLLIDE WITH BANCH MORGAN! BANCH IS PUSHED FACE FIRST OUTSIDE OF THE RING AS KNOX LETS GO OF STRIKER TO KEEP HIS FOOTING. AND STRIKER TURNS TO KNOX... LOW BLOW! Matthew Knox is down!!!
Bobby Bishop: Jacob Striker almost lost this match, but quick thinking saved him! And then with Banch gone he got control back the quickest way possible! Matthew Knox is on his knees in pain doubled over! Striker takes advantage! AGE OF THE FALL!!! DISCUS CLOTHESLINE TO A KNEELING MATTHEW KNOX! STRIKER GOT EVEN MORE OF IT THAN NORMAL BECAUSE HE STRUCK DOWN WITH IT!!! Jacob Striker is getting back to his feet, he looks worse for wear here as he slowly picks up Matthew Knox, I think he is calling for the death blow here. The Referee is down, as Banch Morgan went head and neck first on the floor! Striker has Knox in an inverted headlock position...AND HE LETS HIM GO AND SPINS!!! HEADLESS HORSEMAN CONNECTS!!! THAT SPINNING ELBOW TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!!
Dirk Sullivan: Matthew Knox stumbles forward and is draped across the top rope. He's barely on his feet here as Striker looks to be ready for him, ready to pounce like a lion on a gazelle. Banch Morgan is back in the ring holding his neck and is checking on Knox, he is telling Striker to hold off a second...AND STRIKER DOESN'T LISTEN, HE PUSHES BANCH OUT OF THE WAY AND GRABS MATTHEW KNOX! HE LIFTS HIM ON HIS SHOULDER FOR THE APOCALYPSE!!! STRIKER LOOKS TO BE READY TO---AND MATTHEW KNOX SLIDES OFF HIS SHOULDER!! THE MERCY, THE MURDER IS LOCKED IN!!! THAT DEADLY KATAHAJIME IS IN TIGHT!!! STRIKER IS GRABBING AT THE ROPES...AND HE HAS HIS FINGER TIPS ACROSS IT…
Bobby Bishop: NOO, BANCH MORGAN KICKS STRIKERS HAND UP OFF THEM! HE'S THE REFEREE, HE ISN'T SUPPOSED TO DO THAT! I KNOW STRIKER PUSHED HIM FIRST, BUT-- AND KNOX WITH THE BACKSTABBER!!! THE MERCY, THE MURDER IS STILL LOCKED IN...STRIKER LOOKS TO BE FADING! HE REFUSES TO TAP OUT BUT HE IS USING EVERY BIT OF ENERGY LEFT GO FLIP OFF BANCH MORGAN...AND HIS ARM FALLS!! BANCH MORGAN CALLS FOR THE BELL!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(Evil Returns The Remix by Myuuji plays throughout the Big Top as Banch Morgan raises Matthew Knox's hand from where he lays in the ring.)
Bobby Bishop: He did it! Matthew Knox did it! He was able to put Jacob Striker to sleep!!!
Ring Announcer: And your winner, by Submission!!! The Raven...MMAATTTHHHEWWW KKNNOO---
(Evil Returns is cut off by Thank God by Ice Cube. As the music plays the Ring Announcer stops and her and Banch and even Matthew Knox look on to the entrance ramp as Clyde Livingston makes his way out, taking his suit jacket off as he does.)
Clyde Livingston: HOW DARE YOU MORGAN! HOW DARE YOU TAINT MY MAIN EVENT!
(Clyde reaches the ring and walks up the steps and gets inside the ring.)
Clyde Livingston: You know better than anybody, being around as long as you have to still have a job Banch! You know that an official is not supposed to put their hands on the talent, or be anything but impartial in a match. Both of which you did tonight, not only did you kick Jacob Strikers hand off the ropes, when you should've stopped the submission. But you award this match to his opponent when Striker never tapped out??!!?? You must be out of your rabbit assed mind to think I am gonna allow this!
(Unbeknownst to Knox or Banch, Jacob Striker is up behind Banch on a knee looking on.)
Clyde Livingston: You didnt even raise his arm to see if he was actually out, what kind of veteran are you Banch? Actually, don't answer that. I don't need somebody who obviously doesn't know the difference between a wristlock and a wristwatch to ever explain anything to me. So here is what I am gonna do...I am gonna restart this match!
(Banch gets in Clyde's face about the Referees decision being final! But all Clyde does is push him back!)
Clyde Livingston: AND TO MAKE SURE EVERYTHING IS FAIR...I'M GONNA BE THE REFEREE! RING THE BELL!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Bobby Bishop: BANCH HAS HAD ENOUGH, HE COMES TOWARDS CLYDE...AND JACOB STRIKER WITH THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN ELBOW TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD OF BANCH!!! BANCH FALLS FORWARD...AND CLYDE LIVINGSTON CATCHES HIM WITH A JUMPING CONPLETE SHOT!! HUSTLE N FLOW BY THE GENERAL MANAGER!!! AND KNOX IS UP TRYING TO FIND OUT WHAT IS--- AND STRIKER CATCHES HIM AND BENDS HIM BACKWARDS...DEATH WARRANT CUTTER CONNECTS!!! KNOX IS DOWN! BANCH IS DOWN! AND LIVINGSTON TELLS STRIKER TO LOCK IN A SUBMISSION, AND STRIKER LOCKS IN THE LAMENT CONFIGURATION!!! AND ALMOST IMMEDIATELY AFTER ITS LOCKED IN CLYDE CALLS FOR THE BELL!!!
Clyde Livingston: HE'S TAPPED, KNOX TAPPED. RING THAT GOD DAMN BELL RIGHT NOW!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(Necessary Evil by Motionless in White begins to play as Clyde Livingston grabs a microphone and then raises Jacob Strikers arm in victory!)
Clyde Livingston: AND YOUR TRUE WINNER OF THIS MATCH...JACOB STRIKER!!!
Dirk Sullivan: Now I'm all for fairness, but even I think the General Manager went too far on this one! A simple reverse of the decision would have been just fine, but he wanted to embarrass Banch Morgan and then screw Matthew Knox!
(Necessary Evil begins to fade out as Clyde Livingston stands over Banch Morgan.)
Clyde Livingston: See, now that is how you referee a match Morgan. And I realized something tonight, you can't do your job correctly, you can't Referee correctly. So I only have one other option! In one months time this Island will hold its biggest event of all time. Arcadia! So let's see if you can actually do the one job you accused Jacob Striker of not being able to do...WRESTLE! AND IF YOUR ASS LOSES AT ARCADIA, YOU ARE FIRED BANCH MORGAN!!!
(Clyde begins to walk away from Banch and stops at the ropes.)
Clyde Livingston: And your opponent is an easy one... IT'S ME!!!!
(Clyde throws the microphone down at Banch Morgan and steps outside the ropes as Thank God by Ice Cube begins to play again. Jacob Striker joins him as the two of them walk up the ramp talking as Banch Morgan and Matthew Knox are both laid out in the ring.)
(The Wrestleworld logo buzzes and fades.)