W*I*G Vindication: Love over Gold

[TNT]

*We open on the W*I*Gsphere. Suddenly, TNT’s music plays. www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCX8gDW4YS0 The fans are confused.*

Tom Bailey: What’s going on?

Jeannie Lawless: Oh my God! We’re gonna get an appearance from TNT!!!!

Tom: But which one?

Jeannie: Oh, it better be Toby!

*TNT and Tracy Jones come out to the boos of the crowd. TNT is wearing that black noseguard for his injured nose, black wrestling tights with “TNT” in white down the legs and a flame design on the legs, white wrist tape, and black cowboy boots with a fire design on them. He also has that horseshoe tied to a rope around his neck and is holding a microphone. Tracy has on a red top, blue jeans, and red shoes. They walk down to the ring as pyro goes off behind them. They walk up the steps and onto the apron. TNT holds open the ropes and Tracy passes through them. TNT follows and walk to the center of the ring.*

TNT: Hello, all you fine W*I*G fans out there, an’ I say that oxymoronically since “fine” ain’t exactly the best way to describe you’re bodies. “Fat and disgusting” would be the correct adjectives. But, I digress.

*The crowd boos him.*

TNT: Ya see, I haven’t come out here to insult y’all. In fact, I got some pressin’ business ta take care of. Ya see, we gots a pay-per-view called Glory and Misery comin’ up. And, on that pay-per-view, I gots a match. I will be teamin’ with da lovely Nicole Michaels ta take on that leech Damien Blood. Now, if y’all are wonderin’, Nicole ain’t out here because she in da back trainin’ with da otha fine mare in our stable Talia Bell—Talia also got herself a match at Glory And Misery against some female Cossack, which shocked the hell outta me! I mean, Cossacks are still around! I didn’t even know THAT, let alone they let women in the mix! Anyway, they trainin’ an’ whatnot; and I figured that since they trainin’ that I needs ta be trainin’ too. However, the W*I*G trainin’ facilities are pretty much full. So, I decided to come train out here in a warm up match.

*The crowd is apathetic.*

Tom: Warm-up match!? But, he isn’t on da card!

Jeannie: Who cares!? TNT is out here to work up a sweat, and momma like!

TNT: Anyway, I went to Generalissimo Reynaldo Fernandéz and told him that I need a match, dammit! I told him that W*I*G needs me out there in da ring! I mean, I am THE rising star of this company! And, da ratin’s go up when I’m out in da ring! Ya see, the ladies love me! Isn’t that right, Tracy?

Tracy Jones: Oh yeah!

TNT: See!? Do ya see!? That’s evidence. I mean, look at this! I’m a statue chisled out of marble!

*TNT starts doing some bodybuilding poses. Tracy takes the mic.*

Jeannie: Oh my! It’s like looking at art.

Tom: Yeah. He’s a regular Picasso painting.

TNT: I mean, just look at me! Michelangelo couldn’t have sculpted better! This body brings in da women! And, that brings in da money and da power! *stops doing poses and takes the mic back from Tracy* So, W*I*G needs me to wrestle! If I don’t, then the business will go in the red! That’s da fact, Jack! So, after I presented my well-thought out and very articulated argument, the Generalissimo said, “Fine! Go find someone to wrestle and leave me the hell alone!” And, that is how we got to here! I’m here ta wrestle and bring in a little bit of success ta W*I*G! However, in order ta do that, I needs an opponent! And, sadly, I couldn’t fine one.

*The crowd cheers a little, hoping that this means that TNT will leave.*

Jeannie: What!? No!

Tom: Thank God! I know he’s wasted our time, but at least it won’t happen for much longer!

TNT: Ya see, I apparently no one in da back wants ta wrestle me! I don’t know why! Why would anyone in W*I*G not wanna wrestle me! Could it be that they’re all afraid!? Is everyone in W*I*G so scared that I will beat ‘em that they don’t wanna fight such a strong physical specimen such as myself!?

*The crowd boos.*

Tom: I find that hard to believe.

Jeannie: How do you know that!?

Tom: Have you heard him talk!? Hell, I doubt he even asked anyone. I mean, I am dismayed that anyone in W*I*G wouldn’t jump at the chance to shut TNT up for good!

TNT: Now, I know y’all are upset. I come out here an’ say there’s gonna be a match an’ pull da run out from under y’all by sayin’ I couldn’t find an opponent. But, your disappointment is misplaced. Ya see, I couldn’t fine myself an opponent. But, my ace up my sleeve, Ms. Tracy Jones, *points to Tracy* was able to procure me the services of an opponent.

*The crowd boos, knowing that TNT will be out here longer and probably talk more.*

Jeannie: Yes! We’re gonna get a match after all!

Tom: Oh goodie.

TNT: Yes, my lovely Tracy was able to get me a sparring partner. So, that leaves one question left to answer—just who is this man who will be giving a good televised workout? Well, the answer is—I don’t know. Tracy wouldn’t even tell me who it is.

Tracy: I told you I wanted it to be a surprise!

TNT: Well, it’s time ta surprise me! Introduce us to him!

Tracy: Alright! Jeez! I had to make a few calls to a friend in Mexico, and she sent him on the first plane out of Juarez!

TNT: Wow! I’m impressed! Planes have come to Mexico! That country is finally coming into the 20th Century!

*The crowd boos at TNT’s insensitive remark.*

Tom: Great! He’s annoying us and gonna gets us sued.

Jeannie: Good thing L. Rey is on the disabled list! Let’s just hope he ain’t watching this right now.

Tracy: Anyway, he just arrived.

TNT: Well, bring him out here!

Tracy: I am! Be patient dammit! Now, without further adieu, ladies and gentlemen. Here he is! At 6 feet! Weighing 240 pounds!

TNT: Uh-oh! Watch out, Howard Finkel! She comin’ for ya job!

Tom: I doubt Howard has anything to worry about.

Tracy: From Juarez, Mexico! The one! The only! El Jumping Bean-o De Mexico!

*The Kumbia Kings’ version of La Cucaracha plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASXvu8T_Bv4 *Suddenly, a man dressed in a full body suit with mask in the design of the Mexican flag comes jumping out from the curtain. He also has on a poncho over his wrestling gear and a sombrero over on his head. He is holding a piñata in his left hand and has an open satchel over his right shoulder. He jumps around, trying to pump up the crowd; but they aren’t having it. They boo him mercilessly. A referee quickly sprints past him and runs to the ring.*

Tom: Oh. My. God!

Jeannie: Well, this is…certainly…um…something!

Tom: Good lord! We’re gonna have Latinos picketing this arena! I just know it!

Jeannie: Oooh! Angry Latinos! Me likey!

Tom: Anyway, I would like to strongly point out that this…“wrestler” that TNT has brought out tonight does not represent the views of Pro Wrestling W*I*G. We have the utmost respect and admiration for the Mexican people. In fact, I’m quite that this has been allowed to take place.

*El Jumping Bean-o De Mexico jumps around as we walks to the ring. He reaches into his satchel and pulls out a handful of chicle. Then, he throws to the crowd. He pulls out some more and throws to the other side. Eventually, he makes it to the ring, jumps onto the apron, and then jumps over the top rope and in the ring. El Jumping Bean-o De Mexico drops his piñata; takes off his satchel, sombrero, and poncho; and places them all at the bottom of a corner. TNT hands Tracy the horseshoe as she exits the ring. The referee calls for the bell.*

Tom: Okay, this travesty to the culture of Mexico is about to begin.

Jeannie: Maybe El Jumping Bean-o De Mexico is just a very proud Mexican.

Tom: Please don’t! It’s bad enough that I have to call this! I mean, seriously! Why am I calling this!? Why hasn’t anyone stopped this!?

Jeannie: My guess is that if we don’t let Mr. Jumping Bean-o wrestle than we can get sued for racial discrimination.

Tom: Great! We’re damned if we do and damned if we don’t!

*TNT and the Jumping Bean circle each other. They quickly tie up. However, TNT quickly shows his strength by shoving the Jumping Bean down to the ground. The Jumping Bean just jumps up and charges at TNT. They tie up again, and TNT just shoves him down again. The Jumping Bean jumps up again. They tie up again, and TNT shoves him to the mat for a third time. The Jumping Bean jumps up and tie up with TNT again. This time he surprises TNT with an armdrag. Both men get up. TNT looks puzzled. He charges at the Jumping Bean again and is met with another armdrag. TNT looks shocked. They get up, and TNT charges at the Jumping Bean again. This time, he hits TNT with a dropkick. TNT is getting frustrated now. They get up again. This time, the Jumping Bean charges at TNT, but he catches the Jumping Bean off guard with a bicycle kick.*

Tom: Bicycle kick from TNT stops the Mexican Jumping Bean from jumping around.

Jeannie: You know, TNT looked a little surprised by El Jumping Bean-o’s skills.

Tom: Yeah. It looks like TNT was expecting an easy challenge, but instead, he’s gotten an actual fight on his hands.

*TNT picks up the Jumping Bean and hits him with a few European uppercuts. Then, he throws the Jumping Bean to the ropes and over the top rope, hoping that he’ll land on the concrete floor outside. However, TNT turns around gloating and doesn’t see that the Jumping Bean has grabbed the top rope. Tracy tries to warn him, but he doesn’t listen. The Jumping Bean skins the cat back into the ring and waits for TNT to turn around. He does, and the Jumping Bean charges at him, hitting him with a crossbody. They hit the mat, and the Jumping Bean rolls over TNT. He gets up and is met with a kip-up frankensteiner from the Jumping Bean that sends TNT to the ropes. The Jumping Bean gets up and runs to the opposite ropes. As he bounces off from the other side, TNT gets up. He turns around, and the Jumping Bean charges at him and hits him with a crossbody that sends them both to the outside. TNT falls to the floor, and the Jumping Bean falls to the apron. The crowd cheers, mainly because they like seeing TNT getting beat up.*

Tom: Crossbody sends both men to the outside. The Mexican Jumping Bean may not be the most racial sensitive wrestler, but he sure is giving TNT a good workout.

Jeannie: Those lucha skills sure have TNT caught off guard. But, I don’t see him losing this one. I’m sure TNT and Tracy will pull something off.

*The ref begins a 10 count.*

Ref: 1…*Tracy walks over to TNT.*

2…*Tracy helps TNT up.*

3…*TNT starts yelling at her, obviously thinking that this was going to be easy.*

4…*As TNT and Tracy argue, the Jumping Bean gets up.*

5…*The Jumping Bean reenters the ring, breaking the count. Then, he runs across the ring, bounces off the opposite ropes, runs back across the ring, jumps over the top rope, and lands on TNT and Tracy with a no-handed plancha. The crowd cheers this move.*

Tom: Man, this Mexican Jumping Bean has really thrown TNT for a loop!

Jeannie: And, you thought this would be offensive.

Tom: Well, it still kind of is.

*The Jumping Bean picks up TNT and throws him back into the ring. He then jumps onto the apron and then over the top rope. TNT gets up and is met with a dropkick from the Jumping Bean. They both get, and the Jumping Bean charges at TNT. However, TNT ducks and hits the Jumping Bean with a back body drop. TNT turns around, but the Jumping Bean kips up and hits TNT with a Pele kick. TNT staggers back as the Jumping Bean gets up. He grabs TNT whips him into the ropes. TNT bounces off of them and is hit with a hard clothesline that sends him staggering back into the ropes. The Jumping Bean charges at him and hits him with another crossbody that sends them both over the top rope and to the floor. TNT gets up and tries to reenter the ring. However, the Jumping Bean grabs him from behind, swings him around, and flings him right onto the announcers’ table. Then, the Jumping Bean walks over to the timekeeper’s area and grabs a steel chair. The referee exits to the ring and tries to grab the chair from the Jumping Bean, but he just pushed the referee out of the way. Then, the Jumping Bean swings the chair and drops it onto TNT’s back. The crows cheers loudly. TNT jumps up holding his back. The ref tells the timekeeper to ring the bell, calling for a disqualification. The crowd boos at this.*

Tom: What the hell!? The Mexican Jumping Bean just got himself disqualified! What is the meaning of this!?

Jeannie: Maybe he didn’t like that plane line.

*TNT crawls into the ring, trying to escape the Jumping Bean. He climbs up onto the apron, throws the chair into the ring, and then enters the ring himself. Then, he grabs his mask and pulls it off, revealing himself to be Damien Blood!*

Tom: Leaping Lizards! Damien Blood!

Jeannie: No wonder TNT looked surprised! They probably paid some scrub to dress up and get his butt kicked! Instead, they got the Real Life Rambo!

*Damien grabs the chair and waits for TNT to get up. He does, and Damien tries to hits TNT with the chair again. However, TNT ducks. Damien swings around, and TNT grabs him and hits him a belly to back suplex. This causes Damien to let go of the chair. TNT gets up and picks up Damien. However, Damien surprises him with a chop. A “Woo!” comes from the crowd as Damien goes for another one. But, TNT grabs Damien’s arm and kicks him in the stomach. Then, he grabs Damien, picks him up for a suplex, and hits him with a vertical suplex powerbomb.*

Tom: Electrical Explosion from TNT stops Damien Blood’s attempt to soften up his opponent for Glory and Misery.

Jeannie: Plus, he no longer has that chair. Looks like his best laid scheme has gone askew by mice and men.

Tom: Mice! Where!?

Jeannie: Um…there are no mice! I was just using a line from the Robert Burns poem “To A Mouse” to describe how Damien’s plan has been foiled.

Tom: Oh! Yeah! I knew that! I just wanted to make sure you that there wasn’t any mice around. In case, you’re scared, of course.

Jeannie: I’m not scarred of mice. Are you?

Tom: No! Of course not!

*Tracy enters the ring and grabs the chair. TNT gets up and picks up Damien. He whips Damien to Tracy, and she jabs the edge of the chair into his stomach. Damien bends over in pain. Then, Tracy picks up the chair and blasts Damien in the back. Damien falls to his knees. TNT tells Tracy to hold the chair in front of Damien. She obliges, and TNT runs to the ropes, bounces off of them, and kicks the chair into Damien’s chest and face. Damien falls to the mat.*

Tom: Holy Frijoles! TNT just kicked that chair into Damien Blood.

Jeannie: Ouch! It looks like Damien is gonna have to wait until Glory And Misery to get revenge. That is if he can make it.

*Tracy drops the chair. Then, she and TNT quickly exit the ring and make their way backstage as the audience boos them. Cut to commercial.*

[TNT]

*We comeback to backstage. TNT and Tracy are talking.*

TNT: What happened!? That’s all I wanna know! What happened!?

Tracy: I don’t know!

TNT: Don’t give me that! What happened to the guy we hired to dress up as a luchadora!?

Tracy: Damien must have gotten rid of him and taken his place.

TNT: But how!?

Tracy: I don’t know! I didn’t see it! I’m psychic dammit!

*Suddenly, the camera turns to see Damien Blood with his arms draped over the shoulders of two referees and being carried to the medical area. TNT and Tracy turn their attentions to him.*

TNT: Well, well, well! *walks up to Damien* What do we have here? Looks like someone tried to get revenge and fail. Now, don’t get too upset, Damien. You’ve done prepared yourself to lose at…

*Suddenly, Damien springs to life, grabbing TNT by his throat with his left hand and punching him in the head with his right hand several times. Tracy quickly pounces on Damien, jumping onto his back and grabbing the arm that is choking her boss. She hits his arm a few times and is able to get Damien to let go of TNT. TNT staggers back, holding his head and neck. Meanwhile, Damien swings around, trying to get Tracy off of him. He is unsuccessful, until he sees a wall. Damien turns around, backs up, and squash Tracy against the wall. She lets go and drops to her feet. However, TNT has regain his bearings and charges at Damien. Damien quickly grabs Tracy and throws her into him. Then, he charges at them and squashes Tracy between himself and TNT, also hitting TNT on the sides of this head with his forearms. Tracy falls to the floor. Damien then unleashes a flurry of chops onto TNT, causing him to back up toward a catering table. Then, Damien grabs TNT, picks him up, drops him onto the table with a spinebuster, breaking it in two. Damien bends down over the knocked out TNT.*

Damien: Well, well, well! What do we have here? Looks like someone just got his butt kicked. Now, don’t get too upset, Toby. You have prepared yourself to lose at Glory And Misery. See you there.

*Damien stands up and walks off. We then cut to the next segment.*

[thelasttoknow]

[SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman]

*We cut backstage where we see WIG newcomer Mysth sitting on some box in a corridor. Next to him is standing our resident interviewer, John Cena.*

Cena: Hello, I am John Cena backstage with one of Wrestling's Innovative Genesis' latest acquisition, The Darkness in the Light, Mysth. Well Mysth, welcome on board!

Mysth: Why thanks, John. It's great to be here and back to active competition. Wait, what?!

Cena: Well Mysth, I would like to ask you a simple question. What have you been up to between the end of the EWT and your arrival here in WIG?

Mysth: Wow, wow, wow, wow, hold on a second... your name is... John Cena?

Cena: *Sigh* Yes, yes it is. Why does everybody always react like that?

Mysth: Well, you've got to admit it's... unusual.

Cena: Not really, there's at least two of us with that name.

Mysth: Good point. But seriously, it must get tiresome at times. Did you ever think of changing your name?

Cena: Why should I be the one to change it?

Mysth: Well... I guess you're right.

Cena: Anyway, back to the interview?

Mysth: Right. Well, you see, it's nothing particularly exciting. I didn't got bungee jumping or hunting tyrannosaurs with rocket launchers. Nope, I simply took some time to refocus, and I trained to be ready for my comeback. Now I believe I'm at my full potential, and I'm ready to show it to the entire WIG roster.

Cena: Well speaking of that, you said on the day of your return that you “are hungry for gold.” Do you expect a title shot to come soon?

Mysth: John, I know that obviously, I need to prove my value here. The WIG roster is chock-full of very talented wrestlers, who all hunger for the belts as well and so far, I have wrestled none of them - aside from my former EWT colleagues obviously - so I don't quite know what to expect yet. But you know what? They don't know what to expect from me either. Again, I am ready, I am trained, I am motivated, and I want to show why I've become a main-eventer, and why they called me “EWT's best kept secret.” The competition will be fierce, but in the end, the Darkness in the Light always prevails.

Cena: Well I hope for you that your projects come to fruition. One last question: what about your girlfriend, Ivy Rosepine?

Mysth: *smiles* Ah, the sunshine of my life! Well, she honed her fighting skills and actually, she even gives kickboxing lessons every now and then. For now, she doesn't seem to be willing to get back in the ring... but I know her well enough to know she won't always resist the call of the fight.

Cena: Well thanks a lot for giving us a moment, Mysth. I wish you good luck in your WIG career.

*The camera zooms on Mysth's face, before cutting to the next segment.*

[Reynaldo Fernandéz]

*As we cut to the familiar interior of the office of our two W*I*G* Co operators, we can see the familiar pair both seated behind their desks, Ripley studying a stack of papers laying atop the surface of his desk. Clad in his reading glasses as well as his usual red blazer and slacks combo, along with a Nyrd's t-shirt beneath. Reynaldo Fernandez, wearing his usual military regalia, sits idly at his desk with a lit cigar emerging from his mouth, his arms folded behind his head. Jett looks up from his work nearby, sporting a rather solemn expression on his face. *

Jett: Hello fans of W*I*G*. Tonight we have graced you with our presence once more because we have a rather... unfortunate announcement to relay upon you. You see, at Glory and Misery, the current W*I*G* Champion, Synthy Eris, during her title defense against Chick Aura suffered a rather serious injury. However, being the resilient champion that she was, she managed to finish the match and gutted out her injury. However, after the match was over, we had her examined by our best medical technicians and realized just how serious the injury was. Thus... at this time, we are sad to announce that Miss. Eris has been forced to Vacate the W*I*G* World Championship.

*Reynaldo takes the cigar out of his mouth, exhaling a cloud of smoke, before looking at the camera.*

Fernandez: The news for one of her other siblings is not good either...as of today, Lexi Dyi...dion...D...for stealing the Money in the Bank briefcase of Danny Taylor...has been suspended until further notice and the briefcase and its contents have been returned to Taylor's possession.

Jett: It's unfortunate that the siblings both had to go down at the same time, but sometimes fate works in mysterious ways ya know? That's why tonight, we are making a change to the scheduled main event match. No... it's not so simple as to being whoever escapes first gets the belt. Fernandez and I had a much... better idea in mind for the fate of the belt.

Fernandez: You are...quite right there. Instead of having one winner...we will have two. The first two competitors to escape the cage will be declared the winners of the match, and will compete against one another at our upcoming Pay Per View event, Halloween Hell...for the W*I*G World Heavyweight Championship.

Ripley: And you heard us right. This October 31st will mark the return of Halloween Hell. In addition to our planned main event, we will also see the return of a match formerly known as Monster's Ball. However, because we don't like leaching off other federation's name, we have rechristened it... Hardcore Hell. This match will like last time, feature four competitors battling each other with an assortment of fun tricks and treats at their disposal. As for who gets in... first come, first served. In addition, all of our matches at this upcoming show will be contested under no disqualification rules.

Fernandez: In the meantime...we have a fine show coming up in a little bit--featuring some of our newest talent in action.

Ripley: That we do. So friends, please enjoy these matches we have in store for you all. And rest assured, there will be plenty more similiar to it to come in your future.

*With that, both general managers revert to their usual activities; Reynaldo puffing away at his cigar and Jett studying his stack of papers as the camera fades out.*

[diggingthegrave]

(fade back in and we see a door on the inside of what looks to be a very nice house. The doorbell rings and we hear a man from off camera say...)

Man: "I'll be right there! One minute!"

(Footsteps get louder and louder until a hand reaches out, grabs the door knob, and pulls it open. Standing on the front stoop are two young ladies, the one on the left is decked out in a high quality witches costume made of black crushed velvet and with sparkles along the cuffs, collar, and the band of her witch hat. It's the Ric Flair robe of all witches costumes. Her piercing green eyes peer out from under the brim of her hat and she smiles, making her snake bite lip rings more noticeable. The one on the right is far more modestly dressed, her orange hat and outfit appears to be home made. Her bright smile and blonde hair don't really scream "witch" but she's so cute it doesn't really matter. They both present their plastic pumpkin pails up to the camera, which corresponds to the eye level of the man inside the house.)

Both: "Trick or treat!"

Man: "Ummm........say........aren't you girls a little early?"

Witch in Black: "Yes, but we can explain that. You see we're a couple of witches..."

Man: "I see that."

WIB: "Right, and Halloween is coming right up. A little more than a month actually."

Man: "Yes, that's right. But why are you girls here now?"

Witch In Orange: "Because we won't be able to get any trick or treating done on Halloween night, silly!

WIB: "Exactly. We're going to be really busy that night so we came up with this great idea. We'll do our trick or treating NOW, that way we'll be all caught up for our big night!"

(Both stick out their pumpkin pails and shake 'em, you can hear the candy roll around.)

Man: "Wait, I'm confused. Why can't you trick or treat on Halloween? This makes no
sense."

(they put their pails down again.)

WIB: "Let me start at the beginning. Do you watch wrestling?"

Man: "Sure! Every week!"

WIO: "And do know about WIG?"

Man: "Of course! I never miss a show!"

WIB: "Good! Well on Halloween night they're having this big show and we're going to be making our big wrestling debut!"

WIO: "So you see, we can't go trick or treating when we're in the ring putting on a show!"

(They both put up their pails again and start shaking when the man interrupts. They put their pails back down.)

Man: "Hold it, hold it. Are you trying to tell me that you two young ladies are pro wrestlers?"

WIO: "Yep! We're pretty good too!"

WIB: "We're very good, modesty aside."

Man: "So what do you gals call yourselves."

WIB: "Of course, how rude of me. My name is Gretchen, and this is my tag partner/apprentice Theresa and we are The Hallowitches. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

WIO: "Pretty snazzy name, huh?"

WIB: "And we will be making our WIG in ring debut at the upcoming event Halloween Hell II on October 31st."

Man: "Well don't that be all!"

WIB: "Indeed."

WIO: "Sooooo........."

(They both raise up their pumpkin pails again.)

Man: "Ok, ok. You got me. Now let me see what I have here. You got me on short notice. Let's see...."

(You can hear the man rummaging through drawers off camera as Gretchen and Theresa poke their heads inside to see what he found. He comes back and they present their pails.)

Man: "Alright, I got a Butterfinger for you. And for your friend here I got a Baby Ruth."

WIO: "Score!"

WIB: "Thank you, sir. Your contribution is much appreciated."

Man: "You're welcome. Now you girls have fun!"

WIB: "We will."

WIO: "And don't forget to watch us on PPV!"

(The two witches walk off and the door shuts)

Man: "Nice kids."


HALLOWITCHES!
COMING...
OCTOBER 31ST!
BOO!

[thelasttoknow]

[The Hardcore Disciple]

Tony Chimel: The following match is set for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit.

*Apocalyptica's Ruska begins to play through the Colvintron first, the crowd booing loudly in the background, as our first competitor emerges from beneath the entrance archway. Currently he is clad in a familiar dirty looking black trench coat, faded and torn blue jeans, and ratty and battered tennis shoes. Malakai soon makes his way towards the ring, stepping up onto the ring apron, then over the ropes inside of the squared circle. He quickly adjusts this trench coat of his, as his bare chest can be seen from beneath it's covering. The man then makes his way to a corner of the ring, dropping down to a knee, and clasping his hands in prayer, head now bowed as he whispers something a bit inaudible. He then pushes back to a vertical base, eyes now focused intently towards that entrance ramp as a look of silent fury forms across his face.*

Chimel: Introducing first, from Newark, New Jersey, weighing in at 363 pounds, Malakaiiii Larkin!
Tom: Hey look, it's a dude Jeannie doesn't want to see naked.
Jeannie: If he bathed, and I was drunk...no, no way in the nine circles of Hell.
Tom: Jeannie, I'm surprised.
Jeannie: What, that I have standards?!
Tom: Well, yes.
Jeannie: Tom, I will have you know that I am a discerning young woman when it comes to these things.
Tom: Show, Jeannie, don't tell.

*Bagpipes fill the air in the arena while the lights dim, turning to light blue and white spotlights that search the arena. The fans cheer as they all focus on the ramp. The bagpipes fade out, yielding to Alice Cooper's "School's Out". Over the din of the music, a roaring engine can be heard, a roaring engine that revs on command. Chaz Stone parts the curtain with force on his motorcycle as the crowd cheers mightily for him. He throws up a Maloik and revs the engine for the fans as they try to out-strip it in noise. Chaz rolls quickly down to the ring on his new ride, then does a lap around the outside. When he gets off, he swings his far leg over the top and to the ground. He slaps hands with the fans as he walks to the ring. Chaz slides into the ring head-first. He stands up and throws up a double Maloik for the fans. He then stretches out further in his corner, ready for the match.*

Chimel: And from Edinburgh, Scotland by way of Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 20.75 stone..."The Tower of Power" Chaaaz Stoooone!
Jeannie: That's more like it! Come to mama!
Tom: Stop that; I nearly went deaf. Anyhow, both of these men haven't had the best time of it lately--Aqhil Ghassan continues to vex Malakai, while the machinations of Team Ireland have led Chaz to lose hs last several matches.
Jeannie: Nice SAT words there, Tom.
Tom: Thanks. Someone's slide ends here tonight!

*Ding ding ding!*

Tom: The two titans size each other up. Jeannie, you're a betting woman. Who're you taking here?
Jeannie: Easy money's on Chaz. These two have locked horns before, while Malakai was under the guise of Earnest, and Chaz came out on top. I'm calling for the repeat tonight.

*The two men lock up in the center of the ring. Malakai takes it to Chaz first, shoving him to the mat and immediately clubbing Chaz in the back to keep him from getting up. Malakai, seeing his success, continues with this plan of action, laying into Chaz with blow after crushing blow. With Chaz on the mat, Malakai kicks Chaz in the ribs, causing him to roll onto his back. Malakai backs into the ropes and bounces off for a big splash. Chaz rolls away, leaving his large foe with no water in the pool. The two men get back up to their feet at the same time. Chaz kicks his foe in the stomach and snaps him upright with a European uppercut. Chaz swings with a mighty backfist, but misses when Malakai ducks. Chaz is prepared, however, changing course to bring his meaty arm to bear against the former zealot's neck.*

Tom: Big reverse lariat from the big Scot, but it doesn't seem to faze Malakai Larkin very much.
Jeannie: Every move builds up--that shot'll mean more with every time that Chaz goes after the neck.
Tom: That's just it, though...he usually goes after the back and torso in a match.
Jeannie: The neckbone's connected to the backbone, Tom. That counts just as much as that punch that Chaz just landed on Malakai's ribs.
Tom: Chaz looks to take Malakai down with a Russian legsweep--brilliant reversal by Malakai with the elbow smash that sends Chaz to the mat hard!

*Malakai turns to his downed foe and stands on Chaz's chest, stepping over him. Malakai then falls backwards, crushing Chaz with a falling senton. Malakai goes for the early cover!*

1...
2...
No.

Tom: Titanic splash from Malakai, but Chaz still has gas in the tank.
Jeannie: That's great--I like a man who can go all night long.
Tom: Have you no shame, woman?
Jeannie: Nope, and I have my sisters at Kappa Tau Omicron to thank for that.
Tom: I should have figured you were a sorority girl.
Jeannie: And just what is THAT supposed to mean?
Tom: Whatever you want it to mean, sister.
Jeannie: Erm...'kay.

*Malakai gets up and stomps away at Chaz. The bigger man then climbs to the center rope on the turnbuckle and jumps off for an elbow drop. Chaz once again drains the water from the pool by rolling out of the way. Malakai hits the canvas with a heavy thud, and Chaz, without hesitation, drops a big leg on the back of the larger man's head and shoulders. Chaz sits on the broad back of the erstwhile Malakai, looking to cinch in his signature submission hold. Although he has the size advantage, Malakai is nonetheless brought to a halt as Chaz locks in the restrictive maneuver.*

Tom: *amusedly* Officer Stone tells Malakai Larkin "Ye're Under Arrest"!
Jeannie: Probably not the first time for that.
Tom: JEANNIE!
Jeannie: Okay, let's be real here. He talked a lot about paying penance and he's implied he has had a dodgy past. For all his talk, I'm guessing he's done something more than jaywalk to church or keep a video past its due date.

*Chaz keeps the hold applied, cranking back once more. Malakai starts to his feet, getting his knees under himself again. Malakai gets to his feet, but before he can do anything with his height leverage, Chaz catches him with a show to the ribs and locks in a reverse chancery. Swinging his mighty arm forward, Chaz gets a handle of the waistband of Malakai's pants and, with a surge of great strength, hauls Malakai over to the mat with a reverse suplex that shakes the ring and floors the ref. Chaz shoves his opponent onto his back and hooks the leg for a cover.*

1...
2...
No.

*Without missing a beat, Chaz jumps up and drops his big legs onto Malakai's throat and chest. Chaz rolls onto the apron and stands up, holding the top rope. Aiming his shot, Chaz nimbly springs to the top rope and nails Malakai with the Flying Scotsman!*

1...
2...
Not yet.

Tom: Chaz thought he had it won with the Flying Scotsman, but Malakai's not done yet.
Jeannie: Awesome--the more action I see, the happier I am.

*Malakai shoves Chaz off of him and both men get to their feet. The two begin slugging away at each other, trading punches until Malakai rakes Chaz's eyes. As Chaz turns around, his bigger foe laces him with a Northern Lariat. Chaz drops from the impact, but Malakai picks him back up without missing a beat. Chaz bats his hands off and shoves Malakai backwards. Malakai responds with a kick to the mid-section and a clubbing blow to the back when Chaz bends over. Malakai takes this chance and whips Chaz back to the mat with a gutwrench powerbomb. With Chaz laid out, Malakai finally has ample opportunity to hit him with the big splash, and does so with gusto.*

1...
2...
3-No!

Jeannie: Come on, Chaz! Don't you dare make a fool out of me!
Tom: Fat chance of that--you do a good job of that on your own.
Jeannie: Care to say that again?
Tom: Mmmm, I'll pass.
Jeannie: That's what I thought.

*Malakai climbs to his feet, carrying Chaz with him. The larger man kips the Scot onto his shoulders in a torture rack. He shoots the referee a hostile look as he wrenches on Chaz's back and side.*

Malakai: You gonna ask him to quit?
Ref: Erm...do you quit?
Chaz: Nae!
Ref: You heard him.
Tom: Chaz refusing to go down without a fight!
Jeannie: How ironic. I'd go down on him without protest.
Tom: That's not ironic, Jeannie...it's just slutty.
Jeannie: Oh, cram it!

*Malakai continues cranking Chaz in the torture rack, again demanding that the ref ask Chaz to submit. The large Scot refuses once more, gritting his teeth to fight off the pain. Torqing Chaz once more, Malakai appears to grow bored with the hold. He tosses Chaz over his head and catches him under the ribs with a hard knee.*

Tom: Tremendous power in that gutbuster from Malakai, and he's got Chaz pinned!

1...
2...
3-Not yet!

Jeannie: This is where Malakai starts wondering what it's going to take to beat Chaz.
Tom: Clearly, something more than that.
Jeannie: Gee, THANK YOU Captain Obvious! Care to insult my intelligence further?
Tom: I'm just saying--
Jeannie: Tom, if that gutbuster were enough to beat Chaz, he wouldn't have kicked out, slapnuts! Think before you speak--I'm not a child!
Tom: Sorr-ee.

*While Jeannie browbeats Tom, Malakai beats down on Chaz's face with a storm of right hands. The crowd boos as Malakai steps on Chaz's chest again, then picks him off the ground. The giant starts giving the Scot the badmouth, following up these insulting, unheard barbs with a big headbutt. Instead of toppling over, Chaz agressively sweeps Malakai's arms from their hold on his head, locks the black man's arms under his own armpits, and proceeds to batter his foe with a rapid succession of hard headbutts, to the crowd's delight. After about 10 brutal shots, Chaz drops the hold and shoves Malakai backwards, sending him reeling. Chaz charges, but is met with a flapjack into a chop. The strike does not fell him, but Malakai is soon upon him, sending him across the ring with an Irish whip. Thinking fast as he comes back, Chaz drives Malakai's heat to the canvas with a running DDT! Chaz makes a hasty cover...*

1...
2...
3-No!

*With another display of strength, Chaz hauls Malakai off the mat from the pin. One Emerauld Reekie later, and Malakai is face-up in the middle of the ring. Chaz backs into the corner, lining up his next move. His intent is soon made public as his opponent rises to his feet. Chaz charges in and lands a big Undertaker-esque jumping lariat that staggers--but does not drop--the bigger man. While Malakai stumbles to recover, Chaz scrambles to bounce off the ropes. The big Scot catapaults himself towards his foe, ducking a clothesline attempt from the big thug. Bounding off the ropes on the other side, Chaz demolishes a turning Malakai with a colossal spear!*

Tom: Chaz took a lot out of himself with that series of moves--can he lay Malakai low right now?
Chaz: Alba gu Brath!

*Chaz climbs to the top turnbuckle, faces the crowd, and calls for their encouragement. With the masses backing him with their voices, Chaz flies off, driving his weight into Malakai's chest with a Hail St. Andrew! Chaz sticks the cover...*

1...
2...
3!

*The bell rings, and Chaz slowly stands up, gassed a bit from his big match. The referee raises his arm as the crowd cheers him on. As "School's Out" starts up over the PA system, Chaz raises a maloik in victory.*

Jeannie: Ha! I was right!
Tom: Chaz Stone pulling off the big-time win over Malakai Larkin tonight!

*Chaz marches down to his bike at ringside. He rummages in his saddlebag and pulls out a white skull-and-crossbones sticker. As the screen goes to commercial, we see Chaz applying the decal to his bike to mark another win, then posing with the decal collection for pictures from the fans.*

[thelasttoknow]

Howard Finkel: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit!"

("Start Me Up" comes over the PA as Hunk Bojangles comes out from the back wearing a jean vest with the American Flag on the back and his usual black trunks and boots. He comes down the aisle slapping the hands of all the fans as he's being introduced.)

The Fink: "Introducing first, from A Small Town and weighing in at an even 200 pounds, here is.......HUNK BOJANGLES!"

(Upon hearing his name he raises both arms up to a good sized pop from the crowd.)

Tom: "Here we have ring veteran Hunk Bojangles, who will be taking on a newcomer very shortly. I'm sure it's nothing Hunk can't handle, he's been around for quite some time and he's seen it all. Right, Jeannie?"

Jeannie: "Yeah, the guy is ancient! He's been around since............jeez..............1997!"

Tom: (sarcastically) "Right. You know back then there wasn't a ring. They'd have to wrestle on a giant slab of granite."

Jeannie: "Ha. Ha. Very funny, I noticed your sarcasm there."

Tom: "I should hope so, I laid it on pretty thick."

(Hunk removes his vest and waits in the corner for his opponent. Suddenly the lights go out in the arena.)

Tom: "Hey now! Who turned out the lights?"

Jeannie: "It wasn't me!"

("The Bends (Re-Entry)" comes over the PA and the only thing anyone can see is a single small white light slowly making it's way down the aisle.)

Tom: "What do you make of that?"

Jeannie: "The light............it's so pretty............I can't stop staring at it........."

Tom: "Great. I've lost her."

The Fink: "And his opponent, from the depths of the Pacific Ocean where no light can penetrate, weighing in tonight at 189 pounds, here is................THE CREEP.......FROM THE DEEP!"

(The light gets closer and closer to the ring until it stops moving as the music continues to play in the background.)

Tom: "I'm going to wager that the Creep From The Deep is in the ring, yet I still haven't actually seen the guy yet. Can you make him out, Jeannie?"

Jeannie: "The light..............pretty, pretty light........"

Tom: "Thanks. You're tons of help."

(The music gets louder and louder until it becomes a full blown scream. Suddenly, at the same time as the music comes to a dead halt, the lights come back up revealing the Creep standing smack dab in the center of the ring.)

Tom & Jeannie: "GAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!"

(They have a reason to scream as the Creep is not too pretty to look at. Wearing what appears to be a viper fish mask with an angler on top, black eyes, with red pupils, and a row of long, sharp, ghastly teeth, as well as being tattered, stitched up, and covered in dark stains. His tights don't look much better. They used to be light grey but over the years they have become splotchy, faded, and with more dark stains that, we can correctly assume, is blood from former victims, thread bare areas abound, the knees of his tights are just straight up holes, looking like a pair of Kurt Cobain's jeans. His kick pads have seen better days as well, the right one clearly being held together with duct tape. However, the real cause for alarm is that his body, on top of being a sickly yellowish/grey color, has zero percent body fat so you can see every muscle moving beneath his skin, much like a heroin addict, and is covered in scars.)

Jeannie: "Kill it! Kill it with fire!"

Tom: "And that's a first, folks. A man that Jeannie is NOT attracted to. And for once I can't say that I blame her."

(The bell rings and suddenly The Creep's head turns to Hunk.)

The Creep: "GGRREEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAACCCCHHHH!!!!!!"

(The Creep runs full blast at Hunk and buries a knee into his chest, sending Hunk rocketing into the buckles. The Creep unloads a series of punches around Hunk's head and shoulders with such ferocity that Hunk can't defend himself. The referee wedges himself between the two combatants in an effort to separate them but the Creep isn't finished. He tries to reach over the referee to continue his assault on Hunk but he's been backed up far enough that he can't reach. Hunk uses the opportunity to roll out of the ring to try and collect himself but no sooner does he reach the outside that the Creep got by the ref and he dives through through the ropes and unceremoniously lands on Hunk, where he continues throwing wild punches.)

Tom: "This Creep is certainly living up to his name as he has already given Hunk a beating of a life time!"

Jeannie: "Ugh, what's that smell? It smells like fish!"

Tom: "You're right. It appears our newest arrival hasn't bathed in quite some time. You folks at home should be grateful you only have to see this psychotic, not smell him!"

(The Creep picks Hunk up by what little hair he has left and looks around for something to put his head through. Suddenly Hunk throws a desperate punch that connect to the side of The Creep's head, catching him by surprise. Hunk goes on the offensive with a series of forearms that staggers the Creep back a few steps.)

Tom: "There you go, Hunk! Fight back!"

Jeannie: "Yeah! Throw this fish guy back into the ocean!"

(Suddenly The Creep buries both hands into Hunks trapezoids, burying his fingers in so deep they break skin. Then he suddenly turns and throws Hunk into the guardrails by his collarbones so hard that the bang echos through the arena.)

Tom: "JUMPIN' JIMINY CHRISTMAS!"

(Hunk crumples into a heap on the floor as The Creep hovers over him. The Creep picks him up and throws Hunk back into the ring, following him in where he proceeds to stomp a new hole into Hunk. The Creep pulls Hunk up, twists the arm, and gives him a short arm clothesline that sends Hunk back to the mat.)

Tom: "And that is the first actual wrestling move The Creep has used. I was starting to wonder if this guy had any wrestling knowledge at all."

Jeannie: "I'm starting to wonder how long it will take to get this stench out of the arena!"

(The Creep gives Hunk a quick neck breaker and walks, or more like skulks, over to the turnbuckles, where he slithers up to the top. Once there he suddenly dives down at Hunk and lands directly on his chest with a big impact.)

Tom: "Whoa Nelly! I've never seen a splash like that before! Instead of jumping up into the air he jumped directly at Hunk at a 45 degree angle, colliding with him with twice the force!"

Jeannie: "Yeah but wouldn't you think that would do damage to the Creep as well?"

Tom: "Do you think the Creep cares?"

(Hunk grabs his chest and rolls around on the canvas as the creep makes his way over to the turnbuckles and crouches down. Hunk slowly staggers up to his feet and when he does the light at the end of The Creep's angler begins to glow.)

Tom: "Oh lord.........this cannot be good."

(It isn't. The Creep bum rushes behind Hunk and applies a cross face chicken wing, wrapping his legs around Hunk's body. Hunk can't support himself and he falls to the ground where the Creep begins to roll around the mat in a death roll.)

Tom: "Yowza! This must be the DCS, his infamous finisher!"

Jeannie: "What does DCS stand for?"

Tom: "It stands for decompression sickness, otherwise known as the bends. Appropriate name, I'd say."

(The Creep stops rolling on the mat and is now torquing Hunk's arm and neck around as hard as possible. The referee asks Hunk if he wants to give up and he gets a resounding yes. The bell rings but The Creep doesn't stop.)

The Fink: "Here is your winner...............THE CREEP........FROM THE DEEP!"

Tom: "Come on! The match is over! Let him go!"

Jeannie: "I don't like this guy."

Tom: "Me neither. He's a lunatic!"

(The light at the end of The Creep's angler goes out and he finally lets go of Hunk. The camera pans over Hunk and you can see that his shoulder is poking out at a weird angle.)

Jeannie: "EEWWWWWWW!!!!!"

Tom: "It appears that Hunk has a separated shoulder thanks to The Creep. I am disgusted, in more ways than one!"

(The Creep peers over at Hunk as EMT's rush to him and try to cart him off. The Creep laughs to himself before rolling out of the ring and slowly skulking off to the back.)

Tom: "James E Colvin, I have to ask, where in the world did you dig THIS guy up?"

Jeannie: "Yeah! This guy isn't sexy or hot or anything! He's just gross and scary!"

Tom: "That's the least of it! Ladies and gentlemen, I reluctantly give you The Creep From The Deep. Mr. Colvin, you have some explaining to do!"

[sigmafan]

*The familiar tones of "Goodbye Blood and Rose" begins to play throughout the arena as the boos already begin for Vile. Vile has donned the purple cape to match her outfit. She begins to make her way to the ring*

The Fink: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first; from Las Vegas, Nevada. Weighing in at 165 pounds, VILE!

Tom: What a match we have scheduled for tonight. The former GND Champion, Vile, vs the very woman that Vile said was ducking her... BR Juri Sadamoto.

Jeannie: *Sigh* Why do we have all these women matches? I mean really...

Tom: Yes... Well, that aside... Vile looks very sure of herself as she enters the ring. You could say that lately she's bee in a slump.

Jeannie: Of course, if you say that to her face you'll gonna get knocked the F-

Tom: -AND that's why I won't.

Jeannie: You're no fun.

*Vile stares in anticipation out into the crowd as she awaits her opponent. Her hidden face no doubt all business as she continues to turn her head around the whole arena, scanning it. Her music slowly fades into silence.*

The Fink: And her opponent....

Jeannie: God I hate these pauses. We all know who's coming out!

Tom: *sigh*

*Vile doesn't have to wait much longer as cheers meet the first beat of High and Mighty's "Ichirin no Hana". The view quickly shifts around the arena, looking for the Broken Rose of W*I*G as the various spot lights aid in the search. Soon she is spotted, highlighted by all the lights, in the middle of the arena heading down the stairs. Just at the halfway point in her way to the ring, she stops within the crowd of fans then pauses.*

The Fink: Now Residing In Osaka, Japan... Weighing in at 142 lbs... BR Juri Sadamoto!

*She nods to the fans then points her single index finger into the air as most of them do with her. With less time she reaches the barricades, hops over them, then stretches just enough to get the blood flowing before rolling into the ring. Vile is waiting there, seemingly like a lion stalking a gazelle. She just waits there, staring. Inside the mask, she's seething inside. Just waiting for her opponent to enter the ring.*

Tom: Those that are fans of both of these former GNDs... Here is the match that was slated as never to happen. And only here at W*I*G will you get such a match!

Jeannie: After that shill, you better hope it doesn't end in less than five minutes.

Tom: I highly doubt either of these Valkyries will fall that quickly.

*Juri pulls herself up by the ropes only to turn right into Vile, leaving her back nearly touching the turnbuckle. Sadamoto takes but a second to look up into the mesh covered holes of Vile's mask. The masked woman stares back down at Juri. Neither making a move as the referee calls for the bell.*

Jeannie: Oooo! Punk out! Punk out!

Tom: Yeah, clearly Vile is sending a message of intimidation there. But how effective will that be against the rock that is Juri...

Jeannie: Hey.... That mask is scary. I'd be shaken!

*Vile offers a hand to go into a grapple to which Juri breaks the cliché and goes straight for it, only for Vile to raise her hand up higher. Sadamoto shakes her head at the mock of her height and offers her hand to start a grapple. Vile goes to take it... And goes for a Clothesline! But Juri ducks! Vile immediately turns around to get a Knife Edge Chop right across the face. The former GND Champion touches her face and crouches down... to deliver a whiplash worthy Drop Kick to Juri's head. The Fiery Joshi goes back sprawling as Vile leaps on her. Immediately Vile tries to finish the match with stiff elbow shots to the upper body of one Juri Sadamoto. But the experienced Juri covers up.*

Jeannie: See Tom! Vile almost had the match right there! Geeze, she could make a killing in MMA.

Tom: Maybe against a normal woman, sure. But as well as know, Juri is not a normal woman.

Jeannie: And everyday I pray thanks to god for not being her.

Tom: Regardless, if Juri does not escape from this soon... Vile will break her down!

*Vile shifts herself back to her feet and reaches down at Juri's head only to be viciously kicked square in the face. The woman from Las Vegas stumbles backward as BR kips up. Vile doesn't wait for her head to clear as she charges at Juri's back. With one look over her shoulder, Juri throws herself to the mat as Vile is just about to reach her. Shoe hits mask and Vile goes down hard.*

Jeannie: BOOT TO THE HEAD!!!!

Tom: Did you see the way Vile's head jerked back? Painful!

Jeannie: That can't be it for the masked chick though... She's taken worse!

*Juri quickly gets to her feet, bounces off the ropes, and goes for a Front Flip Standing Leg Drop on the prone Vile. Yet Vile rolls backward causing Juri to miss her target completely. BR rubs at her legs in a sitting position, still recovering, only for Vile to use her momentum to level with another harsh Dropkick. With an unforgiving elbow strike to the face, Vile covers Juri.*

Jeannie: Knock out shot!

1!

Tom: I'd say Juri's taken worse too, Jeannie.

JURI KICKS OUT!

Jeannie: Pfft, whatever. Vile had that three count. The ref was slow.

Tom: HOW?!

*Vile looks down at Juri, her emotion unknown. Vile goes for another Elbow Strike but is halted by a Knife Edge Chop to the throat. Unlike before with the chop to the face, Vile feels it. As she gasps for air Juri slams her forehead into hers. The crowd cheers as Vile falls backward into a heap. Meanwhile Juri sits up looking . She shakes off the cross-eyed cobwebs as she looks over at the stirring Vile.*

Jeannie: Look at Juri acting like that actually hurt. Her skull is so thick I bet-

Tom: *Ahem* Juri looks to be struggling against Vile in the early going. Perhaps she didn't expect the ruthless nature of the one that they call Vile.

Jeannie: That or...

Tom: That or what?

Jeannie: Oh sorry, I just expected you to cut me off before I said something wholly inappropriate.

Tom: WOW.

*At the count of 3 by the referee Juri is the first to reach her feet. She leans back against the ropes, propelling herself towards the now standing Vile. Vile goes for a hard swinging Clothesline but Juri ducks! She rebounds back off the ropes back at Vile but is thrown into a Hip Toss! But she lands on her feet! BAM! Juri delivers a hard elbow of her own. Vile waivers slightly but remains standing. Juri rears back, showing the crowd that shes going to go for a barrage of chops, and goes for the throat again. But she's kicked in the gut and dropped forehead first to the ground with a Evenflow DDT! Vile sits up, shaking her head in what can be inferred to be disgust, and then crawls over for the pin.*

Tom: What a counter! That could be it for Juri!

Jeannie: COULD BE!? Vile just laid her out with that one! That's got to be a W just from that move!

1!

Tom: That's a lazy pin by Vile though. If she hooks the leg, she could get more leverage!

2!

Jeannie: Why would she need that? Juri's out-

JURI KICKS OUT!

Jeannie: WHAT?!

Tom: How Juri kicked out of that, I have no idea!

Jeannie: It's that ref's fault! That was the end! Vile should be the winner!

*Vile hits the mat in anger, receiving boos for doing so. She then sets her sights upon the referee. She motions that the match was clearly over and that he counted slow. He responds with a “I counted two!” She fumes at him for but another second before returning her gaze back to Juri... Who LEVELS her with a MASSIVE Rose Larito! The crowd erupts in cheers. Quickly, BR places her hands upon Vile's shoulders, presses herself high into the air, and lands both knees into Vile's abdomen. She then delivers an elbow straight into the face not unlike Vile before her. She goes for the cover!*

Tom: Juri gives Vile a taste of her own medicine!

1!

Jeannie: There's no way this is it!

VILE KICKS OUT!

Jeannie: Ha ha! You'll have to do harder than that to put someone like Vile away.

Tom: Indeed. Vile, while not having the best track record in W*I*G at the moment, is still not a push over. But then neither is Juri-

Jeannie: Blah blah, feel good.... Pew.

*Back on her feet, Juri waits patiently for Vile to get up. Though Vile is having some trouble as she touches at her face and stomach. Juri waits just a few moments more, but it seems Vile can not get up from her kneed position. BR shrugs and charges with an aim for a Big Boot. But Vile ducks! Juri rebounds back off the ropes and goes for a Cross Body on the standing Vile... But Vile catches her, throws the Joshi up into the air, and falls backward with her knees up. It connects! But so does Juri's knee on Vile's head! Juri rolls off Vile holding her chest and trying to find breath while Vile looks unresponsive.*

Jeannie: Holy Damn!

1!

Tom: I have no idea who got the worst of that exchange but now both are paying the consequences!

2!


3!


4!


5!

Jeannie: Don't tell me this is the end! Lame!

6!


7!


8!

Tom: Wait! They are both stirring!

9!

Jeannie: Argh! Too late-

10-

*Vile gets to her feet first! And right after her, so does Juri. Repeatedly Vile shakes her head, the haziness of constant blows have left her mind seemingly cloudy. Perhaps worse for wear is Juri, who is holding her chest as if she's keeping a wound from bleeding. Sensing an upper hand, Vile goes for another charge. She eats canvas with a Drop Toe Hold! BR points up and with a spin of the finger grabs both of Vile's legs to go for her Juri Duty submission! But Vile powers out of it by pushing Juri back in the chest much to the displeasure of the crowd. The Fiery Joshi falls to one knee, gasping. Vile walks with a mission towards her down opponent. Yet down she goes with a Spinning Back Elbow to the abs by Juri!*

Tom: Vile with the power out and Juri with the counter!

Jeannie: Okay... They were both dead like seconds ago. What. The. Hell?

Tom: It's that fighting spirit that drives these two. The want to be the better woman in this match.

Jeannie: That or Vile has a complex that makes her need to be always right and Juri gets off on pain.

Tom: ...right or that.

*For some reason Juri doesn't go for the cover. Rather she again places her hands on the shoulders of Vile, lifts herself up high, and comes down. But she's blocked by Vile's legs. Thinking quickly, Vile grabs a hold of Juri's hands while still holding her up. She pushes Juri back to her feet while holding her arms still, then uses the momentum to hook in a Head Scissors and launches Juri into a Hurricanrana. While the display is impressive, the crowd is not pleased. However, Vile couldn't care less. She eyes the downed Juri, who is slow to rise, then sets a stalking walk towards her. Taking her sweet time now, Vile taps her temple. Signaling she's too smart to fall for another possum play by Juri.*

Tom: And Vile really playing to the crowd after that impressive display.

Jeannie: More like wasting time! She should know better than that!

Tom: But here she goes back to her foe, still playing it smart.

*Vile continues stalking the slow to rise Juri, her hands out in front of her as if readying for something. Juri gets up just barely to her feet with her hand to her head. In confusion, she turns to see where Vile is... Only to be lifted and spun upside down right into the position for her patented Viledriver! However, just as Vile goes to spike Juri headfirst into the ground, Juri squirms out of it! She falls behind Vile who follows her, throwing another Dropkick which is dodged! Juri goes for a quick Elbow Drop, but Vile moves! The bigger Vile goes for a splash on the prone BR, who sits up. Both immediately rise to their feet, standing each other off. The crowd slightly cheers for the stand off. Vile's head shifts to the left at the crowd then offers her hand for a handshake. Sadamoto's eyes narrow as she looks into the masked face of Vile.*

Jeannie: So... Does Juri fall for the oldest trick in the book, or does she pull the bitch more and hit Vile?

Tom: How is that even fair?!

Jeannie: Who said it was?

Tom: *sigh*

*Looking weary of Vile's sincerity, Juri places her hand into Vile's. Suddenly Vile viciously yanks on Juri's arm in order to catapult BR right to her to deliver an Elbow Strike. BR stumps backward, but remains gripped by Vile who pulls again. Juri ducks! She delivers a Knee Lift to Vile's elbow to free herself then a quarter Spin Kick right into Vile's midsection. Vile doubles over immediately in pain as the crowd cheers. They reach a fever pitch as Juri hops back then lunges forward with a jaw-breaking Super Kick. Juri taps her own temple with a grin as she falls into a lazy pin on Vile.*

Tom: What a knock out shot!

1!

Jeannie: What a lazy pin!

VILE KICKS OUT!

Jeannie: Ha! I knew it!

*Juri rubs her jaw as she pull herself back to her feet as has Vile. Curiously Vile has begun grasping at her face, specifically the right eye socket. She finishes covering herself up just in time to see Juri flying with a Dropkick of her own. The force of which sends Vile stumbling back; hitting the turnbuckle hard. Vile doesn't have much time to recover from the breath taking impact... For Juri has her trapped in a corner! With that, Juri loads with unyielding Knife Edge Chops to the throat and chest. Sensing enough is enough, the referee gets in between the two combatants which allows Vile to recover back against the corner. It is short lived though as Juri charges towards Vile. She actually runs up Vile in an display of athleticism to do a Moonsault Kick. But Vile grabs her in midair as Juri steps off of her shoulders! A MONSTROUS Powerbomb shakes the ring as Sadamoto goes limp near the center of the ring. Not far from Juri is Vile, weakened by the prior beatings of the match. She crawls over to the downed Juri, blanketed by boos as she does so. With a forceful nudge, Vile rolls her opponent's lifeless body on to her back and drapes a single arm across BR's chest.*

Jeannie: THAT HAS GOT TO BE IT!

1!


Tom: I can't believe it! Vile has just beaten BR Juri Sadamoto!

2!


Jeannie: Finally! Match over!

JURI KICKS OUT!

Jeannie: WHAT?!

Tom: WHAT?!

Jeannie: CHEAT! THERE'S NO WAY SHE KICKED OUT OF THAT!

*The cheers fill the arena as Vile looks over at the referee in disbelief. Her gaze then returns to Juri. Thinking quickly, she musters more energy and hooks one leg to pin Juri. The referee begins his count.*

Jeannie: Now she's got it!

1!

Tom: With the extra leverage, I have to say this is it!

2-
JURI KICKS OUT!

Jeannie: OH COME ON!

Tom: Juri has the will to live on! But will she have enough to continue!?

*Vile sits up, right next to Juri, looking beside herself as to how Juri didn't stay down. Over her shoulder, she sees the breathing but still immobile BR. She looks back towards the crowd then motions for the end. Keeping an eye on BR, Vile slowly rises back to standing position. Looming over her fallen enemy, Vile again motions to the crowd that the match is over. Earning her nothing but an unfavorable response. Waving it off, Vile slaps the back of Juri's head then grabs a firm hold of the plentiful red hair.*

Jeannie: Vile, you've got this! Now just drill this broad and take us home so I can see the boys again!

Tom: Biased reporting aside, I can't see how Juri could ever hope to come back from that VICIOUS powerbomb. With her widely reported shoulder issues, I think Vile has this all but finished.

*The former GND pulls the handful of red strands to force BR to her feet. As soon as she lets go to hook an arm, Juri slumps down to a knee. Vile looks indignant as she reaches down again to lift Sadamoto up. With no less than total attention to the audience, Vile as she hooks both arms of Juri and spins around to complete the set up for her Reploid Buster. She nods to the crowd cockily as she bends and finishes her rotation. Yet just as she does so, Juri breaks free from one hook! Vile struggles to hook it back on but Juri rolls off of her bent over back. The weight causes Vile to be a little unbalanced as she leans forward as BR has adjusted her roll and holds on to Vile's head. BAM! Vile's head snaps back off from Juri's knees and her body lands with a thud!*

Jeannie: HOW THE HELL?!

Tom: The Chicky Kira!

Jeannie: HOW DID SHE MANAGE THAT?!

*The exhausted Juri crawls toward the downed Vile and rests a tired hand upon Vile's body.*

Tom: If Vile kicks out of this, it will be the end for Juri... She's used the last bit of strength!

1!


2!

Jeannie: I can't believe this! Vile, you had this! Kick out!

3!

Tom: And there you have it! Juri has beaten Vile!

Jeannie: HOW! SHE WAS GONE!

Tom: Juri has reserves that no one has. But one can not underestimate the fight that Vile gave to Juri.

Jeannie: I STILL say Vile had this match, three times over.

*The bell rings as the crowd begins to cheer for the hard fought victory. The referee checks on Juri then Vile before helping Juri up to raise her hand.*

The Fink: And the winner of this match... BR JURI SADOMOTO!

*Juri quickly brushes the referee off as she roll out of the ring, holding the back of her neck and her chest. She leans against the barricade, recovering, as some fans pat her on the back. Her eyes, however, remain locked upon the woman she just faced. Vile gets back up and is dazed, but when she realizes her mask has been cracked at the eye, she becomes furious at Juri. While the camera starts to zoom in at Vile, the camera could see her eyeball. Her eyeball is a dark shade of Red, symbolizing fire and anger. One could only imagine what the other one looks like now, but her actions can only imagine that she wants revenge on Juri. Juri remains silent, as her music does the talking for her. She gives a cocky, closed smile at Vile and points straight up in victory.*

[Malakai Larkin]

As we return from commercial break following the previous bout, we return just in time to see Malakai Larkin making his way down to the ring once more, grasping his chest slightly from his earlier encounter with Chaz E Stone, hunched over in pain. The crowd boos in the background as they watch on, the imposing Larkin clutching a microphone in his free hand.

Malakai: I have failed... I sought out to defeat Aqil Ghassan and I lost. I intended as well to vanquish Chaz Stone... and again tasted defeat. By body still aches from that encounter as he stand in this ring. I have now realized that I... cannot keep going on like this. It was a stupid idea for me to ever abandon my glorious former master. These past few months have served as my repentance... and I believe have clearly paid the price for my rash actions. Joshua... you were right. I should never have pursued Ghassan and willingly gotten myself exiled. It was a stupid and foolish mistake.

The much scruffier looking man runs his hand through his hoboish style beard and slowly bows his head downward before the entrance way.

Malakai: I ask humbly for your forgiveness. Rest assured that given the opportunity, I will gladly redeem myself in your eyes. Through whatever actions are required of me. Just please... don't let me continue to stray from my former flock like a leper any longer. If would do this for me... I would be so very grateful...

The man then begins to kneel down in the center of the ring, clasping his hands in prayer as he continues to hold the microphone, head further tilted downward.

Malakai: PLEASE! Serve as my savior and shining beacon of light amongst this sea of darkness once more... I beg of you...

Suddenly, the entrance way becomes bathed once more in a bright golden light, the crowd now turning towards the entrance way and booing loudly. Malakai slowly begins to raise his head, eyes opening widely as he stares into now present illumination. However, there is no music to accompany this visitor. Slowly, a towering man clad from head to toe in a white robe and matching cloak emerges from the back, the crowd looking a bit confused at this for a moment. The man's face and skin are completely obscured by his attire, including a pale white nearly featureless mask shadowing his complexion. Only his cold lifeless eyes can be made out through the eye holes carved into this mask. A golden yellow I is the only distinguishing mark on it, located just above the forehead. As the man emerges, so too do a pair of other familiar figures, that of Rosie and Joshua, the two of them clad in their traditional jumpsuits. The two of them however stop at the top of the entrance ramp, simply kneeling down and bowing their heads in prayer as this mysterious man slowly steps down the entrance ramp towards the ring. Malakai watches on in what can only be described as bliss, eyes lighting up for a rare opportunity as not even he can hide his emotions. Indeed it seems that this is the Innocent's fabled leader... the Keeper.

Larkin continues to kneel as the figure travels closer to the ring, eyes calmly gazing towards the giant man before him. He slowly steps up the steel staircase and along the apron, stopping in the center and stepping through the ropes. He then looks down quite intently over the towering Malakai, seemingly studying him quite closely. The being simply motions for him to rise with a single hand, Larkin nodding his head in reply and rising up to his feet before him. He looks on in joy at this being, microphone raised to lips once more.

Malakai: Master... I am truly blessed. Thank you for ta...

However as he speaks, the Keeper immediately smacks the microphone out of his hand, sending it crashing onto the mat with a loud sound of feedback, Malakai now looking a bit confused with this. Larkin's eyes begin to grow wide once more, as the man backs away slightly. However before he can get too far away, the Keeper immediately lunges in with a powerful knee right to that already bruised stomach, sending him doubling over in pain as he gasps for air. The Keeper then looks through that mask of his with disgust, pulling his leg back away only to drive it once more into that chest of his follower. Larkin once again doubles over, now falling onto his rear and quickly trying to back away from the ring, eyes now filled with horror. Before he can get too far though, the Keeper charges after him and delivers a sickening big boot, cracking Larkin right in the face and putting him flat on his back. The crowd continues to watch in awe, as Malakai is then hoisted up high into this powerful man grip, now balanced atop his shoulders. The Keeper then carries him over towards the nearby turnbuckle, quickly ascending to the top of it while burdening this heavy load. The audience now watches on in pure amazement at this feat, as the Keeper than leaps off and delivers a top rope Ganso Bomb to the former Earnest! The two of them land with a thud inside the ring, Malakai nearly doing a completely headstand before falling back and crashing to the mat in a motionless heap. The crowd now begins booing rather loudly, as the Keeper pushes slowly back to his feet, seemingly not feeling any remorse for his actions. The man then reaches back and removes his cloak, holding it up high, then draping it calmly across the body of the now surely unconscious Larkin.

He then makes his way over to that fallen microphone nearby and casually picks it up, raising it up to his mask.

Keeper: ... Let the healing begin.

He then drops it back to the ground and motions to the ramp way with a single arm. Soon after, Joshua and Rosie begin marching down towards the ring themselves, neither of them seeming to pay any mind themselves, a pair of rather calm expressions on their faces, perhaps soothed by the mere presence of their figurehead. The two of them quickly slide into the ring and make their way over to their former ally's form. The two then reach down, struggling for a bit, and manage to lift the now covered Larkin's form into the air. The Keeper simply glances back at the pair, before slowly exiting the ring, stepping through those ropes and down once more. Rosie meanwhile slides out of the ring as Joshua lowers Larkin to the mat, the two of them managing to maneuver him through the bottom rope and continuing to carry him away from the ring, following closely behind the Keeper's heels. The crowd continues to boo quite loudly, perhaps sympathizing with Larkin a bit and seeing him betrayed completely.

Soon enough, the Keeper, Joshua, and Rosie vanish through the curtain leading backstage once more, carrying their former ally high above their shoulders as they exit.

Bailey: Ummm... ladies and gentlemen, I have no idea what to say about what just happened here.

Jeannie: I'd guess we've seen the end of Malakai Larkin AKA Earnest in W*I*G* for now. True, I hated the guy. But honestly... not even he deserved to go out like this.

Bailey: This Keeper is a very sick man... despite his looks. I pray that we never have to see him step into the arena again. Sadly though... I don't think that will be the case.

Jeannie: Only time will tell Tom. Only time will tell.

[sigmafan]

*Vile storms the hallways in a fit of rage after losing her match to Juri and having her mask cracked. She then sees Reynaldo's door and starts banging on the door.*

"Come in. I apologize that my guards are not presently able to see you in, but there was an issue with the lunch at the commissary...they'll be...busy for a while."

Vile: I've seen the commisary. Thank god I eat before I get here. Anyways, I have a propisition for you.

*One of the double doors comes flying open, fortunately for Vile, it is not the one she is standing in front of. A grinning Reynaldo Fernandez greets her, directing her to the inside of the office.*

Fernandez: A proposition? Come in, come in!

*Vile enters the office of GM Fernandez. She notices the decor and the war medals that he has procured for himself. After staring for a second, she starts talking to Reynaldo.*

Fernandez: ...so, you were saying something about a proposition? Perhaps a donation for the starving...children...of La Isla de San Basileo? How much should I make the check out for?

Vile: Not really. However the main perpetrator in question is the female that did this to my mask. *points to the cracked visor* I want bloody revenge against her. All I'm asking for is a rematch between myself and Broken Rose herself. You saw that she scored a fluky victory against me. I want bloody revenge against her.

Reynaldo: *now sitting down at his desk* ...I would help, yet sadly, I cannot. For you see, a rematch between two wrestlers is something that can only be done between those two wrestlers. In other words...you need her consent, Vile-one.

Vile: And knowing Juri, she'll more than likely quit WIG before she gives anybody a rematch in that ring.

Fernandez: Ah, but I would not be quite so sure of that; she seems to be among the most of the fighting type...

Vile: if she was of the fighting type, she would already have her name on a contract. But, as a wise man said, there's more than one way to make your enemy do what you want. Sometimes you gotta prod them in the way they don't want to be prodded in order to get what you want.

Fernandez: Do whatever you wish, of course...but it is in her will what she chooses to do. And until then, I am afraid that I cannot give you the match.

Vile: Right. If I can't get the dog into the fight with me, then I won't let her fight with anybody. *Vile leaves the room*

Fernandez: *under his breath* ...oh, no matter what happens, this should be brutal...

[ragnal]

Backstage, we find Chick Aura, smirking sinisterly for the first time in a long time, her arms crossed. In front of her as always is her translator, Ada Banshou.

Ada: Hello. It has been quite a while since Ms. Aura has adressed the audience. Obviously, Ms. Aura has had little to say about her loss months ago to Ms. Sadamoto.

Aura's smirk fades quickly as she glares at Ada.

Ada: Ms. Aura was not quite ashamed of her loss...she was taken to a plain of damnation she had never experienced before. Ms. Sadamoto proved that night that she, truly, was the better joshi.

Aura sighs, and nods.

Ada: However...that is not why Ms. Aura and myself are here this evening. We are here to discuss this past Glory and Misery, where Ms. Aura faced her first true WIG wrestler once more in an actual match...Ms. Synthy Eris.

Chick smirks once more, and nods.

Ada: Ms. Aura was selected to be the number one contender against Ms. Eris simply because it appeared nobody else wished to face her. What Ms. Aura did was give Ms. Eris a challenge...one that she hopes Ms. Eris will not forget. True...Ms. Aura was not the true winner of that fight...but she did something that should have occurred months ago...she did something that not even Mr. Coltrane could do...she did something that no man in WIG has yet been capable of doing...and that is taking Ms. Eris out of action.

Aura nods happily.

Ada: Now...what does this mean for Ms. Aura's future? At this time, you would think for taking out the champion, she would demand a shot at the WIG World title. That...is far from the truth. What Ms. Aura wishes to do is continue wrestling those around her, and show that she is capable of holding the WIG World title at a later date. But for now...competition is what she demands. And if nobody gives in to Ms. Aura's demands...then she shall find someone...and force them to do just that.

Chick nods once more, and the scene fades out.

[Ykaterina Milosanova]

*The camera fades in backstage where John Cena is standing, holding a microphone in one hand.*

Cena: Hello everyone, I'm John Cena--the one who can't survive several beatdowns and still overcome "the odds"--and I'm here with W*I*G's very own masked Russian, Ykaterina Milosanova.

*The camera zooms out slightly, showing Milosanova standing beside him, clad in her usual attire; her silvery-blue mask's austere facial features cover everything save for a pair of rounded green eyes. She keeps her hands on her hips, and she gives an alert nod at the sound of her name.*

Cena: So tell us, Ykaterina...what are your thoughts about your match at Glory and Misery with Talia Bell--and beyond that, what do you think about her?

Milosanova: Talia is a fine opponent by skill. I would say that she's one of the finest that I've gone up against. Her strength is impressive and her resolve to achieve victory moreso. And there is nothing that I enjoy more than a good, fair fight, where two wills are tested against one another and only the greater of the two will pull through in the end; but against someone such as herself, it seems completely impossible to achieve because of her--

Talia Bell: *off camera* Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!!!!

*Suddenly, Talia Bell and Tracy Jones walk over to Cena and Ykaterina. They’re both wearing black shirts, blue jeans, and black shoes. Tracy is holding a bag, the contents of which are a mystery.*

Talia: Whet’s goin’ on here? Ut sounds like I’m bein’ putdown here. Now, det bitter not be whet’s heppinin’!

Milosanova: Oh, no. Not at all. I was just telling John here what a great sport you are in the ring.

Talia: Why, thenk ya. Ya know, I pride myself on my sportsmenshup. Ain’t det right, Tracy?

Tracy Jones: I though you prided yourself on you ability to knock a man out while giving him a…

Talia: *to Tracy* Hey! Whet’s wrong wuth ya!? There’s a camera fulmun’ dus for TV. We got cinsors en’ whet not.

Ykaterina: Yes, I'm sure you'd hate to do something that'd cast you in the wrong light to everyone here.

Talia: Ixectly! Un fect, det’s why I’m out here!

Tracy: Yeah, we’re here for a reason. We didn’t just happen to be walking by, heard you talking about Talia being a spoiled sport, and decided to drop in and make condolences since we coincidentally had a bag filled with presents.

Talia: Ya, whet she said. Now, I’m sure aw of you remimber det there wes a luttle accidint wuth Yketerina’s mesk.

Ykaterina: Oh yes! That's when you reached down and nearly pulled it off of my face, allowing you to accidentally slip out of being finished off and snatch the win. Accidentally, of course.

Talia: Hey! Det wes en’ eccidint! I notucid det your mesk wesn’t evin. Ut wes slightly off-cintered. So, I tried to fux ut, but my funger got caught un ut. En’ I’m not gonna epologize for wunnun’ da metch. But, I would like to epologize for da mesk thing, uf det’s okay.

*Milosanova keeps her hands on her hips, her head looking down as she very slightly shakes her head from side to side, before raising it back up.*

Ykaterina: Alright. I'm certain that I'll regret this, but I'll accept your apology. Under one condition...

Talia: En’, whet would det be?

Ykaterina: A rematch. At Halloween Hell. To prove that what happened at Glory and Misery won't happen again--accident or not.

Talia: A remetch, eh? *puts her hand on her chin and thinks about it* Will, my ecciptence of a remetch depinds on one thing.

Ykaterina: And what's that?

Talia: Will, I’ve noticed det you en’ me have something un common—we aren’t from around here. No, no, no. You en’ me come from da other side of the globe. En’, sunce we come from so far away, ut’s neturel for us to git homesuck. So, I fugured det I would make eminds by guving ya some gufts to elleviate ya of ya homesuckniss. Tracy, why don’t ya show Yketerina whet we got for her?

Tracy: Sure thing. Now, before I begin, I want you to know that we did a lot of research on you and your homeland so that we would get the perfect items to remind you of Mother Russia. And we spared no expense! That’s right—we spent almost hundred dollars! Yeah. So, without further ado, first, we have a delicacy from Russia…

*Tracy reaches into the bag and pulls out a potato. *

Tracy: It’s a potato!

Talia: I hear your people loves ‘im some potatoes!

Tracy: But that’s not all on the culinary gifts, we also have…

*Talia takes the potato from Tracy. Then, Tracy reaches into the bag and pulls out a tupperware filled with borscht.*

Tracy: Borscht!

Talia: Yay! But, wait…wuth aw that food, she’s gonna need something ta drink.

Tracy: True. That’s why we got for her…

*Talia takes the borscht from Tracy, and then Tracy reaches into the bag and pulls out a bottle of vodka.*

Tracy: Vodka!

Talia: Oh…Smirnoff Ice. Nice.

Tracy: Now, we just don’t have food and drinks for you. We also got you some entertainment.

Talia: Really, Tracy? Whet kind of intertainmint?

Tracy: I’m glad you asked, Talia. We have…

*Talia drops the potato and takes the vodka from Tracy. Tracy then reaches into the bag and pulls out a Russian nested doll.*

Tracy: A Russian nested doll!

Talia: Will, for her ut just be a nisted doll.

Tracy: Yeah, whatever. Anyway, there’s more! We also got you a book.

*Talia takes the doll, and Tracy reaches into the bag and pulls out a book.*

Tracy: Why, it’s Gorky Park!

Talia: Whet’s det ebout?

Tracy: I don’t know. I didn’t read it.

Talia: Will, dudn’t ya see da movie?

Tracy: There was a movie.

Talia: Just continue.

Tracy: Right, and speaking of movies…

*Tracy throws the book to the floor, reaches into the bag, and pulls out three DVDS.*

Tracy: We got three for ya! The Hunt For Red October! Red Dawn! And, Police Academy 7: Mission To Moscow!

Talia: Three ceenimetuc mesterpieces uf I iver saw! So, whet do ya think!?

*Milosanova nods her head slightly, lifting on arm up near her chin, a gloved hand tapping against the metallic mask on her face as she thinks for a moment.*

Ykaterina: ...I love it! That bag is really nice.

Talia: You…uh…ya went da beg awso?

Ykaterina: Hreh? No, just the bag, I think. It'd be better if you kept everything else, since you really seem to like it all so much. Though I am a little thirsty. Maybe I'll have a drink of that vodka, too...

*Milosanova reaches over, snatching the bag with a lighthearted tip nod of her head upwards, while grabbing the bottle of vodka with another. She quickly removes the cap, lifting the bottle up to the mouth of her mask and tipping it up. As she begins to "drink" it, all of the liquor runs down from her mask, cascading on the floor below. Once empty, she gives an extremely satisfied sigh and smashes the bottle on the floor below her.*

Ykaterina: Mmm...cool and delicious!

Talia: So, we’re cool! Det’s great! Usn’t det great, Tracy?

Tracy: But, that’s my bag.

Talia: She wents da beg, din she can have da beg.

Tracy: But, I bought that bag.

Talia: *to Tracy* I’ll buy ya a new one. *to Ykaterina* Now, since we’re aw cool, I guiss we hef a metch. So, shell we shake on ut? *extends her hand to Ykaterina*

Ykaterina: Great...I'm glad to see we can agree on something. But no, I don't think we shell be shaking on anything. I want to be in top form for our tag match later...and if we shake hands, we might get too enthusiastic and have a little pre-match skirmish. Accidentally.

Talia: Fine. We’ll see you there.

*Talia and Tracy walk off, as their voices can be heard trailing off from off-screen.*

Tracy: Remember, you’re buying me a new bag.

Talia: Good lord! Ut’s just a beg. Git over ut!

*John looks at Ykaterina, still holding the microphone near her mouth as she clutches the empty bag in her hands.*

Ykaterina: If only everyone could be so generous...

*Cut to commercial.*

[SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman]

up, spreading his arms and bringing his chest out to pose for the crowd. He gets an overall positive response, but not nearly as strong as those he got used to in EWT, as the crowd won't give its approval for free.*

Announcer: From Strasbourg, France, standing 5' 7" and weighing in tonight at 220 lbs, The Darkness In The Light... THIIIIS IIIIIS MMMYYYYYSSSSTTHH!

*Mysth high fives some people in the crowd while making his way to the ring. He eventually climbs it and clutches at the ropes with his arms as fireworks explode at the turnbuckles. He gets inside the ring as Voinavich looks deep into his eyes.*

DING DING!

*The two men quickly get into an elbow-and-collar lockup. Mysth manages to push Voinavich into the ropes, the Irish whips him to the other side and clotheslines him after the rebound. Voinavich quickly rolls to the side to prevent Mysth from following up with another move. He gets back up and goes for a kick to the side, but Mysth catches his foot, makes him spin around then strikes him with an Enzuigiri. Mysth grabs his head, but a strong elbow to the gut makes him back off. He catches Mysth's arm and quickly pulls it to execute a Mexican Armbreaker. Mysth isn't good with submission holds and can't seem to find a way out of it. He's desperately pulling in an attempt to forcefully get out of it, but that only makes it more painful. The ref asks if he wants to give up, but he yells "NO!" Mysth attempts to kick Voinavich in the head, but he manages to dodge it. However, this makes him lose his footing and Mysth manages to free his right arm. He strongly punches Voinavich in the stomach, which makes him let go off Mysth. However, the Frenchman got hurt during that submission and takes some time to nurse his arm.
This prevents him from noticing Voinavich got up, and he takes that opportunity to strike Mysth with a High Dropkick, sending him reeling into the ropes. Voinavich continues by Irish whipping him, but Mysth manages to counter it and he whips Voinavich into the ropes, before running to the opposite side. They bounce and Mysth catches Voinavich's throat for a surprise Mysthical Chokeslam! And he covers!*


ONE!


TWO! KICK OUT!


*That finisher came way too early and Mysth couldn't use it at full force with his arm so badly hurt, and Voinavich had little trouble kicking out of the pin; he does seem weary though, and Mysth throws a punch, but it is blocked, and Voinavich wrenches Mysth's already weakened wrist, but the French luchadore manages to strike his opponent with an forearm to the face, forcing him to let go. Mysth quickly slides to get behind him and hits the German Suplex, but Voinavich lands on his feet and as Mysth turns around, he grabs him for a Scoop Slam! He taunts Mysth as he is getting back up, then goes for the nearest ropes for a Springboard Clothesline, but Mysth just barely manages to roll out of the way, and he comes back charging for a Shining Wizard! He follows that up by running towards a nearby turnbuckle and immediately dive with a Moonsault! However, he doesn't go for the pin. He signals to the crowd that he is looking to finish this. He stalks Voinavich, raises his hand, his fingers shaking with excitement. He firmly catches his opponent's throat, preparing the Mystherious Ways, but Voinavich quickly slides his fingers through Mysth's mask and right into his eyes!

Voinavich seizes the opportunity, he dashes to the ropes and goes for a davastating Running Lariat, but Mysth ducks just in time! Voinavich gains momentum, bounces against the ropes on the other side, ready for a second attempt, but Mysth catches him with a Hurracanrana that sends him flying and crash against a turnbuckle! Voinavich is slowly getting up, leaning against the turnbuckle, and Mysth runs at the ropes for a Springboard Dropkick, but it is slapped away. Mysth gets back up, but doesn't see Voinavich catching him for an Atomic Drop, but wait, Mysth jumps for the High Scream! And he goes for the pin!*


ONE!



TWO!



THREE!


DING DING DING!

*"Otherworld" triumphantly plays once again as the referee holds up Mysth's hand.*

Announcer: Here is your winner... MMMMYYYYYYYSSSSTTTHH!!

*The crowd cheers for the newcomer's first victory, as he climbs a turnbuckle and strikes his trademark pose. He does the same at the other side of the ring, before climbing down. He slaps some hands on the way back, and before going through the curtain, he bows down to the crowd.

Cut to the next segment.*