W*I*G Vindication: Tournament Edition

[James E. Colvin]

*We are live at the W*I*G Sphere, but rather than the raucous intro we are used to, we are backstage in W*I*G Owner James E. Colvin's office. He is sitting at his desk, and behind him is an easel covered with a black cloth.

Colvin: Hello there, W*I*G faithful, and welcome to a very special edition of Vindication. I hope you enjoyed "W*I*G Gives Thanks" as much as I did. Anyway, you may be asking yourself 'why this episode is more special than any other episode?'. Well, I'll tell you. Tonight, we will start something that I find very exciting, and I hope you will,too.

*Colvins shuffles some papers around on his desk.

Colvin: Tonight will be the beginning of a new annual event here in W*I*G; The Colvin Cup. What exactly is that? Well, you see, its a tag tournament, but not just any tournament. It is an intergender tournament, meaning each team is comprised of one man, and one woman. Some teams are long-standing teams here in W*I*G, while others have been randomly paired. All the seeding in this tournament was also randomly drawn, with three teams having the distict fortune to draw first round byes. Well, without further ado, here is the bracket!

*Colvin pulls the cloth off the easel, revealing a large posterboard, with the Colvin Cup bracket on it.

Colvin: Oh, and I almost forgot. What exactly is at stake, you make ask. Well, the winning team will be rewarded handsomely. The winning male will recieve a world title shot, and the winning female a woman's title shot, which they have one full calender year to use. Thank you all, and let's have a safe, fun tournament!

*The usual intro package is played.

[Archibald Barnes]

*The camera once again shifts to the Colvitron, black and white footage playing.*

“He shaped a dynasty…”

*The footage shows the familiar man with receding hair holding a string of championship belts in the middle of a ring, a throng of fans cheering for him at a roaring volume as the metals gleam and shine.*

“He defeated all comers…”

*The man with receding hair is shown in a montage, getting a 3-count on numerous opponents.*

“He captured hearts and minds…”

*The man is walking to the ring in a robe with the letters “AB” monogrammed on the back. The arena is large and he slaps hands with every fan he passes, everyone patting his back and chanting “BARNES!” at the top of their lungs.*

“And now he’s returning to pick up where he left off…”

*In a hallway full of light and sound, a black silhouette can be seen from behind as it walks towards the exit from the corridor. It’s the same man, as evidenced by continued chanting of his name. Just as he steps into the arena, the Colvitron turns black.*

ARCHIBALD BARNES: COMING SOON TO W*I*G.

[Jason Hereford]

*The camera cuts to the back, in a familiar, dimly-lit corridor. Jason Hereford is sitting on the floor, his back against the wall, hanging his head down and keeping his hands on his chin, in a combination of anguish and deep thought.*

Jason: …but then, how could I possibly have been aware of a development like that? It was a fluke, no doubt. The odds that he would’ve been able to hold on to the ropes were low, he got hit pretty hard. It happens…but then…how could I be so foolish as to let my guard down? It’s the recurring theme for me…every time, my superior strategy practically gives me the match. But then I lift my guard for ONE second and all of a sudden…it’s over! I can’t believe that—

*The sound of footsteps fill the room as the camera cranes slightly to see just who is coming.*

Jason: Who's that?

"Who, in deed."

*In frame slowly walks in the woman that was just defeated by Maeve O'Hare not all that long ago... Danny Taylor.*

Jason: What the hell do you want? Come here to mock me like the others?

Danny: ...Mr. Hereford... *She looks around the room and tries to find somewhere to sit down. When it's apparent there's nothing, she slowly sits down in front of him, favoring her neck with one hand as she finally sits. Her legs go crosses as she lifts a hand to her mouth.* Would a tormentor bother to come all this way?

Jason: Well, I don't know, would you?

Danny: *She shrugs* If my word is not enough, I guess I have nothing else to offer. *She slowly raises and begins to walk away.*

Jason: I'll just have to ask you again--why are you here? I'm sorry if I seem rather hostile...but you try going from living among the vermin of the aristocracy to living among the vermin in the back halls. They're all vermin any way you look at it, but one's a whole lot better than the other, I can tell you that much...

Danny: *She talks back to him over her shoulder* Well then, that connects in part to why I came to your... quaint locker room. Would you hear out what I wish to convey?

Jason: I rather would...it's not often that people come to me with offers these days.

*She turns around and goes to sit in front of him yet again. Again, she touches her neck as she sits down.*

Danny: *She takes a deep breath.* It is difficult to cut right to the quick where to begin. But I shall do my best. In WIG, we both have sought the very top of our respective divisions, each for our own reasons. Yet, strangely despite both being the clear cream of the crop... Why has not our time come?

Jason: Frankly? Because neither of us are doing our best. I got too cocky, and you underestimated Maeve. And we both lost. We're without a shadow of a doubt the smartest people in this company, unfortunately raw intelligence a successful strategy does not make.

Danny: *She snaps her fingers and quickly rises to point at him, while holding her neck.* WRONG!

Jason: Then enlighten me. What, pray tell, are we both doing wrong?

Danny: It is not us that are doing anything wrong. It's the establishment that despises me for wanting to purify what I see as tragic society with no real role models. It is the status quo that hated your financial success. Then, when you are reduced to nothing, what do they do? *She walks over, kneeling next to him.* They mock you more. Call you dirty, homeless, even disgusting.. *She catches his anger and cups his face.* Exactly! But see, there's a hitch in all of this... I'm willing to give myself up as a martyr. I will be a beacon for all to stand by. And what of you? *She lets go of his face and brushes his greasy hair past his shoulder.* You are the perfect symbol of a hard working man, just trying to earn a living. How could one such as I mock you, I ask?

*Jason peers over at her hand, impressed that he was actually touched without it being the lead-in to some kind of fight.*

Jason: I suppose you've got a point there. Sorry, sorry, I'm just deeply cynical. This federation has made me a pariah. I'm not allowed to use PUBLIC locker rooms because I'm so deeply shunned. It's things like that which makes me hate them more than I ever have. It's things like that which really give me the contempt and the drive to get up and fight every day.

Danny: And what of our in-ring abilities? I ask you again, why do we not reach the peak of this place?

Jason: Well according to you at the moment, it's that we're both openly discriminated against and cast out for having our visionary pieces of mind. That's what I thought at first, but maybe I was right--no, I was correct.

Danny: Is that so? Then how come you were denied your title shot until you had to speak out about it? How is it that Coltrane can use his own symbol of power as a weapon against you and that ogre, Stone? How is it that at every chance, you were again denied?

*She finally sits down next to him.* You see, I did not believe in you. Until it happened to me. I was assaulted by a so called unbiased referee, who practically handed the victory to that shameful giantess. Why is it that random women immediately jump from some sinking ship and get what should be mine? And why is it that, by your own words, our visionary pieces of mind are the only ones to experience this? I conjecture... No, I proclaim this not our fault. It's clear why we have not tasted gold. We are not what is wanted.

Jason: Exactly...I have had the same problem with referees. The referees decided against me in my match with Coltrane, letting him get the win with a cheapshot. Or how Chaz Stone won the ladder match despite both of us having the briefcase in our hands. It's high time that something about this is done. I'm out of title shots, and I'm barely past the median of money I require to be fully on top of my game. Meanwhile, Chaz still may have a shot and Coltrane himself still has the belt, despite his rather gross lack of any talent whatsoever. It's pitiful, really. Just because we're above the status quo, we're treated improperly.

Danny: But have heart, I have not come here just to piss and moan. Rather... *She reaches into her jeans and produces a lot that says Colvin Cup Mystery Team number 6. Wordlessly she offers her hand.*

*Hereford may have an unhappy expression, but his eyes are lit up and he instantly accepts, shaking her hand and cracking a smile.*

*Danny returns his smile with a clever smirk of her own.*

Jason: I just want you to bewarne...you may have your noble set of rules, but I play by mine, and no one else's. If you want to be honorable, then you're welcome to. Just so long as you let me wrestle the way I do.

Danny: Even some of darkest acts of humanity have been done in the name of the greater good.

Jason: Then it's agreed. And some time tomorrow, come back here. No, I'm not making an offer for a date or anything, but I think that if we utilize our intellectual talents correctly, we may be able to concoct a game plan that gives us the edge in this tournament...

Danny: The honor will be mine. *She rises, nods to him, and walks away.*

Jason: Oh yes...certainly... *Jason keeps smiling, rubbing his grubby palms together. He produces a pencil and pad from his trench coat and begins jotting things down. Fade out.*

[Highland Diamonds]

*Static interrupts the Colvitron. It cuts to a shot of rolling hills, accompanied by faint panpipes. The camera sweeps across hills, lakes, valleys and moors, before hovering over a city. The camera’s eye dives down and starts roaming through the streets, the music changing from panpipes to various electronic instruments, still at low volume. The camera races through the streets before turning a corner, and ahead is the W*I*G Sphere. The camera races up to the building and goes out in a flash of white. Text appears on the white screen. “Good things come to those who wait. Merry Hogmanay.”

[Team Ireland]

Team Ireland Locker-Room

*Maeve O'Hare enters looking very unhappy. Her father is sitting at a table poring over a racing form. Sean McCann rushes in excitedly after her. Maeve bangs a fist onto the table in front of the coach.*

Maeve: What the hell is the meaning of this? Okay, ya knew I wanted entered in the Colvin Cup but do you really think I want to be paired up with HIM?

Sean: Of course ya f***in' do!

Maeve: Shut up, you idiot! God! I'm sick of him already!

O'Hare: I gave this a lot of serious thought & that's the pairing that makes the most sense. Think about the balance of power & speed there. True, on most of the other teams, the roles would be inverted, but that's where we have an edge.

Maeve: Still, Da... Sean?! I mean...

Sean: Hey! I'm right here!

Maeve: This fella hasn't ever stopped talking about the time we slep... I mean we supposedly slept together.

Sean: Pffft!

Maeve: Look, I don't like this lad, I can't get along with him, this team just won't work.

O'Hare: Maeve, with all due respect, sweetheart, I'm the Coach here. Regardless of whether you're my daughter you treat me with the same respect all these other lads do. Sean has a lot of Tag-Team experience to bring with him on this one. Even if you don't think you 'll get along, I know youse'll still win.

Maeve: And why's that?

O'Hare: Because, all those other teams... THEY WILL NEVER BEAT THE IRISH!

*Maeve throws her arms up & storms out of the room.*

Maeve: That's your answer for everything...

*Sean grabs O'Hare by the lapels of his jacket.*

Sean: Thanks alot Coach. You have NO idea how much this really means to me.
*He glances out the door after Maeve.*
NO idea...

*Sean exits & O'Hare continues to look over his racing form.*

[Coltrane]

*The W*I*G-Screen flickers for a moment before an image appears on it. Coltrane is seen once again in his eerie empty hideaway. He sits on the floor, cradling his W*I*G World Heavyweight Championship Belt.*

Coltrane: I did it. I proved I can do it. Just like those before him, Chaz Stone became another who fell to me as I add him to my collection. Hereford learned once again that he cannot beat me. They may now join Andy Duke, Hiro Yamada & Maxx Awesome at the back of the queue. The only problem I can think is, everyone knows who I am. They all know what I'm like & why I inspire fear in the W*I*G locker-room. They're all afraid. As I can see right now, I have no challengers, nobody brave enough to step up & take this belt from me. I'm open to anyone who wants to try, I just don't want them to be disappointed when they walk away empty handed, broken & victims of their own moves. I'm not going to terrorize the W*I*G roster until some "big hero" steps up. I don't need to. I can wait patiently until some hot-head finally loses his cool & issues a challenge to me. I relish any such challenge, it gives me a greater opportunity to better myself. Just know that there's no stopping me. I am better than ever & I will weed out those who still make wrestling seem like a sideshow spectacle. If you hope to challenge me, there's no nonsense invloved. A hilarious light-hearted Scotsman, a broken down once flashy individual, a clown who spouts one-liners? These are my challengers? Even a so-called serious athlete couldn't take his mind off a woman long enough to beat me. I have the edge over everyone here. I just want to know who is foolish enough to try next?

*The screen abruptly switches to static again.*

[Andy Duke]

*We are taken back to the King's Court locker room. Andy Duke is sitting on a bench, with a piece of paper in hand. He is looking intently at in, when Alexa King walks in.

Alexa: Hey, there you are. What's up?

Andy: This bracket. What's up with it? You teaming with Vin? Me not even knowing who my partner is? What gives?

Alexa: Whoa whoa whoa! First off, Vin is just as much a part of this stable as you and I. And to be honest, he's been on a hot streak lately, and I thought maybe I could try and bank on that success a little bit. Besides, I think you'll be pleased with your partner.

Andy: Oh, so you know? Is this some type of game?

Alexa: Just wait and see. Trust me.

Vin Beverly enters

Vin: Hey D-bag! Oh, Alexa, I was looking for you. I was thinking we could discuss our plans for this tournament.

Alexa: Oh ok.

Vin: Duke, don't take this the wrong way, but we're going to go elsewhere. Just because we're on seperate teams and whatnot. Don't want a conflict of interests here, you know.

Alexa: Oh, and Andy our protoge is supposed to show up tonight. If they arrive while I'm gone, just make sure they feel at home, ok?

Andy: Ok.

*Vin and Alexa make their way to the door.

Vin: So, I was thinking.....

*The door slames behind them. After a moment, Duke crumbles up the piece of paper he was holding and throws it towards the door, and puts his head in his hands. After a moment, a woman enters the room. She is young, no older than 20. She is somewhat pale with straight black hair. She is wearing a white cotton T-shirt and tight "skinny" jeans. She is also carrying a duffle bag. It takes Andy a second to realize she has entered.

Andy: Oh, didn't see you there. Can I help you?

Woman: No, I think I found what I'm looking for.

Andy: Ok.....so, you must have some reason you're here.

Woman: Oh, right. I'm Abi Richmond.

Andy: ....

Abi: Alexa told me to come here. I'm the protoge.

Andy: Oh. Oh. Well, excuse me for being a bit surprised. Alexa's kept me pretty in the dark about this whole thing. For some reason, The whole time I expected, I dunno, I just didn't expect...

Abi: A girl? Its ok. So, I guess I'm supposed to be your parter in this tournament deal.

Andy: Oh, right, I guess you would be. So?

Abi: So?

*Abi sets her duffle bag down, as the screen fades to black

[TNT]

*We open on the W*I*Gsphere. TNT’s music starts playing. www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCX8gDW4YS0 The group comes out to thunderous boos of the crowd. TNT is wearing a white Western-style button and collar shirt, black jeans, and cowboy boots. The girls have on white shirts, tight black jeans, and trendy shoes. They all walk up the steps and onto the apron. Then, TNT holds open the ropes for the girls to enter the ring. Then, he enters the ring and grabs a microphone from the timekeeper. The group stands in the middle of the ring.*

TNT: As ya may or may not know, there was a little incident involving us and that midget mariachi and that Tom Selleck look-a-like. Well, let’s just roll a clip of it on that there Colvytrony thingy!

*They all turn to the Colvintron as a clip from the L. Rey VS Talia Bell match plays.*

*L. Rey climbs up to the top rope. However, Tracy and Nicole climb up on the apron and try to push L. Rey off; but L. Rey jumps off before they can. Suddenly, Magnum rushes over and pulls both girls off the apron. The ref exits the ring again to separate them. As this goes on, Talia gets up and charges at L. Rey. However, L. Rey grabs Talia by her arm, spins her around, and drops her throat first onto the second rope. Suddenly, TNT hits L. Rey in the head with his horseshoe. L. Rey flies across the ring. The crowd boos loudly, but the referee is still distracted to see this. TNT then walks over to Magnum and his girls.*

Tom: Santa Vaca! TNT just blasted L. Rey with his horseshoe!

Jeannie: Oh that horrible sexy bastard!

Tom: Jeannie!

Jeannie: What!? TNT is hot!!!!

*The ref gets them separated. Meanwhile, Talia gets up. She walks over to L. Rey, who is busted open. Magnum realizes something fishy has gone on and goes to argue with TNT, who claims innocence. In the ring, Talia picks up L. Rey with a gutwrench lift and then spins him around into a reverse DDT. She goes for a pin.*

Ref: 1…2…3! *The bell rings, and the crowd boos.*

Tom: And, thanks to TNT’s horseshoe and the Ship’s Mast, Talia Bell has won this match!

Jeannie: Dammit! L. Rey had this match in the bag!

*TNT, Tracy, and Nicole enter to celebrate Talia’s victory. Magnum also enters the ring to check on L. Rey, who is still busted open. Suddenly, TNT charges at Magnum and attacks him with a flurry of punches. The ref tries to separate him, but the girls grab the ref and throw him out of the ring. Then, the girls attack L. Rey. Tracy and Nicole pick him up and hold him while Talia exits the ring. She grabs L. Rey’s guitar and reenters the ring. Talia has a devilish look on her face. She goes to bash the guitar over L. Rey’s head. However, Magnum kicks TNT in the crotch and spears Talia before she can. The crowd goes wild.*

Jeannie: Thank God!

Tom: James “Magnum” Constance saves L. Rey from being bashed by his own guitar.

*Tracy and Nicole throw L. Rey out of the ring as Magnum gets up; he lands on the apron. Then, Tracy jumps onto Magnum’s back. However, Magnum just throws Tracy off. Suddenly, Nicole jumps onto Magnum, takes off his sunglasses and cap, and starts kissing him. TNT gets up and waits to attack Magnum. However, Magnum pushes Nicole off of him, and then he catches TNT with a flapjack lift into a cutter.*

Tom: Magnum finally gets wise to Nicole’s kissing distractions and hits TNT with the Paradise Blues.

Jeannie: Nicole’s kissing must be going down in quality.

*Nicole looks at Magnum with rage. Magnum just smiles and wags his finger at Nicole. Suddenly, Nicole kicks Magnum in the crotch. Magnum falls to his knees, and Nicole pounces on him, scratching at his face. Meanwhile, Tracy and Talia get up. Talia checks on TNT while Tracy takes TNT’s horseshoe. She walks over to Magnum and wraps the rope tied to the horseshoe around Magnum’s neck while Nicole punches him. Referees and security come to try to Magnum and L. Rey’s aid, but TNT and Talia keep them at bay.*

Tom: Will somebody stop this!? These girls are choking the life out of Magnum!

Jeannie: Magnum’s gonna need mouth-to-mouth! I better go down there!

Tom: Sit down!

*Tracy continues choking Magnum, but Nicole has stopped punching him. He is turning blue. Nicole walks over to L. Rey’s guitar and picks it up. Tracy lets go of Magnum, and Nicole quickly bashes the guitar over Magnum’s head. He falls to the mat with the guitar still on his head. The boos from the crowd are now deafening.*

Tom: Good God Y’all! Nicole just hit Magnum with L. Rey’s guitar!

Jeannie: Goddammit! Why must these girls go after the face!?

Tom: Somebody has to stop this!

*Meanwhile, L. Rey has gotten up onto his feet. Suddenly, TNT runs to the opposite ropes, bounces off them, charges at L. Rey, and knocks L. Rey off the apron, hitting him so hard that L. Rey goes flying into the guardrail, knocking over the guardrail and taking out a several fans. The crowd goes silent. Referees and official immediately go to check on L. Rey and the fans.*

Tom: Oh my God.

Jeannie: Jesus Christ! TNT sent L. Rey flying off the apron and landed on the apron, taking out some fans!

Tom: Um…we’re gonna need some EMTs out here.

*TNT and the girls looked shocked. They look at each other. The whole arena is silent. Then, TNT and the girls start laughing and bragging about what they’ve done. A soda can goes flying, starting a barrage of garbage and boos. TNT and the girls soon exit the ring as the referees and official check on L. Rey, Magnum, and the fans. Soon, EMTs come out to help L. Rey and the fans.*

*The clip stops playing.*

TNT: Because of that, we got yelled at by our esteemed owner, Mr. James E. Colvin. Even though it was funnier than it was intimidatin’, we’ve been force to apologize to y’all fans out here and at home and whatever. So, we’re sorry. Please, forgive us.

*The audience boos loudly.*

TNT: Whatever! Like I give a flyin’ crap what y’all thank.

*The boos get louder.*

TNT: *sarcastically* Oh, you’re booin’ me. I feel real bad. ‘Cause I care what you people and wanna be loved. Why won’t ya love me?

*All four fake crying as the boos continues.*

TNT: Whatever! Boo me all ya like—I don’t care! I’M TNT! I’M DYNAMITE! I’M OUTTA SIGHT! I’M A STAR SHININ’ SO BRIGHT! AND, I’M FILLED WITH ELECTROLYTES! I don’t have time to be carin’ what you people thank of me! I am only here to kick ass and take names. I can’t be bothered to…

*Suddenly, the crowd erupts into cheers as James “Magnum” Constance comes running down the aisle. He slides into the ring, and TNT and his girls immediately jump him. They try to keep Magnum down with kicks and punches. However, Magnum is too pumped to stay down. He overpowers all four of them and knocks them all to the mat. Suddenly, TNT gets back up and charges at Magnum. However, Magnum catches him and hits him with a Paradise Blues (flapjack lift into a cutter). Then, Tracy Jones jumps onto Magnum’s back. He just swings her off; she lands in a corner. However, Tracy gets back up and charges at Magnum; but Magnum takes her down with a clothesline. Suddenly, Talia dropkicks Magnum. He falls back into the ropes and bounces off of them. Talia gets up and charges at Magnum, but he hits her with a big boot. Then, Nicole Michaels jumps onto Magnum’s back, but he just swings her off like he did with Tracy. Then, he grabs Nicole by her hair and goes to punch her. But, he hesitates for a few seconds. Suddenly, Nicole kicks Magnum in the crotch. The cheers disappear as Magnum falls to his knees. Then, TNT gets up. He opens his shirts, revealing that he’s wearing that horseshoe with a rope tied to it around his neck. He takes it off and then starts punching Magnum in the head with it. TNT continues to punch Magnum in the head. After a few minutes, Magnum gets cut open and starts gushing blood from his forehead. Some referees come down to stop this, but Tracy, Nicole, and Talia keep them from entering the ring. Then, TNT stops punching Magnum. He takes the rope, wraps it around Magnum’s neck, and starts choking him with it. As he chokes Magnum, Talia starts punching and kicking him. Then, TNT yells at Nicole to get something. She exits the ring, pulls up the ring apron, and pulls out a table from under the ring. Then, she slides it back into the ring. Talia stops punching Magnum and grabs the table. She sets the table up as Nicole reenters the ring. TNT stops choking Magnum. Then, he picks up Magnum onto his shoulders, walks over to the table, and hits him with Dynamite (reverse thrown F-5 into a forward Russian legsweep) onto the table; it breaks of course. Then, TNT gets up. He grabs the microphone on the mat, walks over to Magnum, turns him over, grabs his hair, and gets into his face.*

TNT: Boy, you must be one stupid son of a bitch!!!! Someone oughta slap your mama for raisin’ such a stupid boy! Do you know what happens when TNT heats up!? It becomes more like nitroglycerin, which is highly unstable. If you even look at nitro the wrong way, it will explode. Well, I am hot, I am highly unstable, and ya done looked at me the WRONG WAY!!!! Now, I’ve exploded. And, I guaran-damn-tee you that if you keep this up, I’ll keep exlpodin’ on you. I can keep this up! My girls can keep this up! We’ve done it twice! We’ll go for three! Hell, we’ll do four, five, six, 57, 99, 156, 345, 566, 890, 1000, 2000, 3457, 8962, 50,000, 1 million times if we have to! And, you should know that each time it will escalate. We started with a guitar, we’ve gone up to a table, and we’ll keep goin’: chairs, steel steps, guardrails, sledgehammers, baseball bats, hockey sticks, pool cues, brass knuckles, car batteries, chainsaws, whatever!!!! So, Magnum, you should stop this! Quit, give up, leave, whatever! Just stop harassin’ us. Because, if keep this up, we won’t stop until you’re a broken shell of a man. You understand me boy!

*There is a long silence, except for the boos of the crowd.*

TNT: Well, I can’t get an answer outta ya since you’re unconscious and what not, but this better be the last time.

*TNT stands up and walks away from Magnum. The refs are finally able to enter the ring and check on Magnum.*

TNT: And, let’s this be a warnin’ to all y’all other teams in the Colvin Cup. We’re all entered in it! Me and Talia will be teamin’ up, and Tracy and Nicole have gotten some male partners! So, one of our three teams will be winnin’ it all! And, we will go this far in order to win it! So, um, that’s all from us for now. I hope ya enjoy havin’ our mere presences enter your lives for a few brief minutes and makin’ your miserable lives a little more enjoyable! Good night! Sleep tight! Don’t let the bed bugs bite! And, don’t let your dreams be a fright!

*TNT throws the microphone down onto Magnum. Then, TNT and his girls exit the ring as the crowd boos them mercilessly. Then, we cut to commercial.*

[The Innocent]

We soon return to the WIGSphere, as it seems a match is about to get underway.

Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Tom: This should be quite an encounter here.

Jeannie: Hell yeah! Musclebound hunks are always great to watch!

Matt Morgan's theme starts up first on the Colvintron, the crowd giving a decent pop, as the rather athletic looking man steps out from the back. He pumps his fists for the crowd, as well as flexing his muscles slightly, before heading down towards the ring, slapping hands with the fans as he makes his way down to the ring. He looks quite determined to win this upcoming match.

Finkel: Introducing first, from Fairfield Connecticut, weighing in at 330 pounds, he is "The Blueprint" Matt Morgan!

Tom: Matt Morgan a man with some true athletic gifts, as well as some impressive power. How will this TNA representative fare tonight at the WIGSphere?

Jeannie: The real question, how will I fare in I get him in the sack?

Tom: ... Not a chance.

Jeannie: Hmmph. Says you!

Morgan quickly makes his way up the ring steps, before quickly climbing into the ring. He holds up his fists for the crowd, before making his way to the other side of the ring, now awaiting his opponent in this upcoming bout. He doesn't have to wait long, as Apocalyptica's Ruska picks up on the Colvintron next, the crowd now booing rather loudly at the sound of this. The man known as Earnest slowly steps out from the back, as the entrance lights up with a golden glow, the man clad in his traditional pure white attire, as he makes his way towards the ring, but not before stopping atop the ramp and saying a quick prayer. He then rises back up, the crowd continuing to boo quite loudly, making his way now to the ring.

Finkel: And his opponent, representing the Innocent, from the Land of Purity, weighing in at 363 pounds, Earnest!

Tom: And fresh off his victory at WIG Gives Thanks, thanks in part to the WIG Women's Champion, Earnest is here to compete once again.

Jeannie: Hah! This freak needed a bigger freak, a woman at that, to save his ass! You call that a victory?

Tom: In the end, all that matters was that he pinned Fannie Package to the mat. Though not the cleanest finish assuredly.

He climbs up the apron, stepping carefully over the ropes, then entering the ring, a solemn look plastered on his face this entire time. Morgan looks back at him across from ringside, not at all intimidated by this larger opponent of his. They slowly approach each other from their corners, meeting up in the center of the ring, as they engage in a stare down. Soon enough, the bell sounds, as Matt immediately snaps off a kick to the stomach, Earnest doubling over slightly, as he follows up with a series of quick punches to the face, staggering the large man back slightly. He then quickly bounces off the ropes, coming back and nailing him with a hard shoulder tackle! Earnest however keeps his footing, as he grimaces slightly. Morgan then bounces back off the ropes, coming back with a clothesline. Earnest however catches him by the arm, immediately countering into a hip toss, sending Matt sailing across the ring! He lands hard, grasping at his back slightly, as Earnest moves after, delivering a few stiff stomps across the spine area. Morgan gasps in pain, grasping further there, as Earnest quickly pulls him up to his feet, following up by delivering a few quick clubbing blows across the back. Morgan hunches over slightly, as Earnest immediately hoists him up with ease, holding him aloft, before slamming him down with a scoop slam! Morgan grimaces slightly, rising back to his feet, as Earnest grabs him in mid rise, quickly whipping him off the ropes. Morgan however manages to reverse it, sending Earnest bouncing off them instead! He then immediately leaps up, looking for his Bicycle kick, only for Earnest to catch him from underneath the leg in mid run, then planting him down with a one armed powerbomb! Morgan gasps in pain, grasping at his back once again, as Earnest quickly drops down for a cover. 1....2....

Tom: Morgan after a strong start, looking to be having some trouble dealing with the sizable Earnest.

Jeannie: C'mon Matt! Slam that useless blob into the canvas!

Morgan manages to kick out. Earnest simply pulls him back up to his feet, that same stone faced expression as he does, then delivering a quick head butt! Morgan stumbles back, holding the area, as Earnest then quickly follows with a few more, slowly staggering Morgan back against the ropes. He quickly whips him back towards them, then grabbing Morgan as he comes back, hoisting him up high, then driving him down hard across his knee with a Tilt a Whirl Backbreaker! Morgan grimaces in pain, clutching further at that spine area, as Earnest lowers himself once more, making a pin attempt. 1....2....

Tom: And Earnest seems to be targeting the spine area of Morgan. A very smart move, because if he endures too much, he won't be able to use his own power game against him.

Jeannie: You call it smart. I call it cheating! Kick his ass Matt!

Morgan once again kicks out. Earnest simply rises back up, before quickly dropping a leg across Morgan's throat, causing him to gasp for air. He then quickly reaches down and cradles him in his arms, hoisting him up high, now beginning to apply a torture rack on his opponent! Morgan gasps in pain, as he feels the damage being further done to his back area, struggling to try and escape his opponent's grip. Earnest however holds on tight, cranking and pulling on Morgan's form, as he stretches him atop his broad shoulders. Morgan continues to struggle, fighting to escape his opponent's grip, as he now furiously begin pounding away atop of Earnest's head with a series of fists, Earnest loosening his grip slightly as he endures these, but continuing to still pull across that back area. Eventually though Morgan drops down, grasping at his spine, before quickly beginning to pound away on Earnest with even more punches, sending him stumbling back with each one! The crowd cheers, Morgan continuing to back him up further inside the ring, before he finally backs him against the ropes! He then charges in for a clothesline, nailing Earnest as hard as he can across the throat! However Earnest only reels back slightly. Morgan rubs at his back a bit more, before he backs up to try once again, Earnest quickly lifting up his foot, nailing Morgan as he charges right in the face! He stumbles back, as Earnest immediately charges forward, delivering a nasty elbow smash clothesline to the face, putting Morgan on his back once again! He quickly drops down, making one more attempt to pin. 1.....2.....

Tom: Morgan was starting to try and make his comeback, only for Earnest to cut him off once again. He's definitely got the young man right where he wants him.

Jeannie: I know where I want him...

Tom: So does everybody else.

Morgan gets a shoulder up this time. Earnest simply pulls him back to his feet, only for Morgan to try a shoulder tackle as he's yanked to his feet! Earnest however catches him in mid move, hoisting him high overhead, then charging forward, driving him back first against the turnbuckle! Morgan grimaces in pain, as Earnest then backs up once again, charging and slamming him against there once more! Morgan lets out another yelp of pain, as Earnest now leaves him there in a tree of woe position. He then slowly backs away, measuring himself, before quickly charging in for a body splash! Morgan can't get free in time, as he gets squashed against the turnbuckle, slowly slumping down from the corner and hitting the mat. Earnest then scoops him up in his grip once more, quickly turning around and pulling back on his opponent, before taking him into the Mood Killer! Morgan however stops him in mid move with a desperation head butt! Earnest grimaces slightly, as he drops Morgan, who clutches again at his back. He then begins punching away viciously at Earnest, now backing him up into the turnbuckle corner once more. He then quickly backs up himself, then charges in, nailing Earnest with a huge big boot right to his facial features! The large man stumbles out of the corner, grasping his face in pain, as Morgan now holds up a fist, before grabbing Earnest, now looking to take him into the Hellevator! However before he can get him up high enough into the air, his back starts giving out on him, as he gasps in pain, the weight too much for him, as he's forced to drop Earnest back to his feet. The man quickly answers in kind, hoisting Morgan up high over his head, pulling him back, then laying him out with another Mood Killer attempt! This time it connects, Morgan getting driven hard into the mat, as he lays there in a heap, Earnest now holding him down for the cover. 1....2....3!

Tom; Morgan trying for the Hellevator, but in the end he can't pull it off. Looks like Earnest's strategy paid off big time.

Jeannie: Damn it... damn it... damn it!

Finkel: Here is your winner.... Earnest!

Apocalyptica Ruska starts up once again, while Earnest slowly rises from up off the mat, gazing down at his fallen opponent now, who lays there motionless on the mat. He slowly kneels down, bowing his head and clasping his rather large hands, now saying a quiet prayer for his latest opponent, before slowly rising back to his feet, rubbing at his face slightly. He then quickly turns around, heading over to exit the ring, as he steps over the ropes and down from the apron, now making his way towards the back. Morgan meanwhile is still down in the ring, still suffering the effects from that devastating Mood Killer, clearly his back is in quite a bit of pain.

Tom: Earnest pulled out a victory tonight. The question is, where does the Innocent's largest member go from here?

Jeannie: Personally, I want him to jump off the face of the Earth. He can take the hag with him, but they can leave the cute one.

Tom: ... I guess we'll find out soon enough folks.

As Earnest makes his way to the back once again, we quickly cut to a video package for the upcoming Colvin Cup and the participating teams.

[C. M. Synthy]

It's the middle of a dark hallway... with the exception of a very random strand of vibrant Christmas lights and neon bulbs scattered down the hallway. A few are shattered, revealing bright sparkles of multicolors flowing in a zigzag down the hall. A loud, chaotic female's voice follows after the colorful strands.

"DAMN YOU, LEXI-I-I-I-I! DID YOU GET INTO JURI'S EGGNOG BEFORE I COULD GIVE IT TO HER?!"

Before the camera can get a good look, or angle toward whoever the woman is, a flash of fuchsia shoots passed and knocks the cameraman on his ass.

[ragnal]

It's backstage, and we find the rocker Lily-Rose sitting on a stack of folded up tables, strumming her guitar, singing acoustic.

Lily: o/It's just another day on this lonely isle
Waiting for you to go that extra mile
I watch the sunset fade out of sight
Sitting so lonely just waiting for the light

And I'm tired,
Of waiting for your footsteps to sound in my ears
And I'm tired,
Of waiting for you to understand after all these years...o/

Suddenly, the sound of loud clapping is heard nearby, as one of the newest, as well as most seldom seen, members of the WIG Roster heads over, this being the man known as Aqil Ghassan. He continues to clap to the beat of this strumming, as he moves closer towards.

Aqil: Why hello there, my American friend!

Lily stops strumming and turns her head to see Aqil.

Lily: Um...hi?

Aqil flashes a huge smile back and extends his hand towards another new arrival to the locker room.

Aqil: It's nice to meet you! I am Aqil Ghassan, a newcomer here in WIG. Though since I haven't seen around here before, I suppose I could call you one as well.

Lily: Um...sure.

She smiles, shaking his hand.

Lily: The name's Lily-Rose.

Aqil looks on with a bit of surprise, quickly reaching down into his pants pocket, then pulling out a card, giving a quick glance over it.

Aqil: Oh, so YOU are my Colvin Cup partner. What a coincidence, I was actually going to ask if you knew where they were.

Lily raises an eyebrow to Aqil.

Lily: So you're my tag partner? Well...that's cool, I guess.

Aqil casts a quick glance over towards Lily's guitar, seeming to be a bit interested in it.

Aqil: Indeed. I imagine we will be... as you Americans say... a heck of a team.

Lily: Um...I'm sure anyone says that, actually, but...okay.

She shrugs, going back to strumming her guitar.

Aqil watches as she does, still with a rather interested look across his face as he watches her with that guitar.

Aqil: So... you like making music?

Lily nods.

Lily: uh huh. I'm working on a new one right now. It's called "Tired".

Aqil sits down beside Lily for the moment, nodding back as he does.

Aqil: I see. From what I could hear, it sounded like quite a fine song.

Lily: Well, thank you. A lot of my songs are like that, though. I'm not sure how it's going to sound after I add the band to the mix, but it should still be as good as my other hits.

She stops strumming, writing something down in a notebook next to her.

Aqil: A good point. I suppose if things don't work out, you can simply fine tune them until they do. Though that would be true of almost anything.

Lily nods.

Lily: Yeah, sort of like chemistry. Or teamwork even.

Aqil: Most definitely! Truth be told, I have never been a prominent tag team wrestler before, but I'm certainly willing to give it a shot! After all, what have I to lose?

Lily: Well, whatever the prize is for this Cup, at least. Which is...what again?

Aqil: Why, a shot at the WIG Title and WIG Women's title I do believe. Indeed a grand prize for such a competition.

Lily: Sounds cool. But hey, doesn't matter to me if we win or lose.

She strums her guitar again, humming.

Lily: I've been singing for some time now, and I got tired of everyone thinking I was just another musician with a cute face looking to get attention. All I want to do is show them, and my record company, I'm more bite than they think.

Aqil nods in agreement, looking back over towards his tag team partner.

Aqil: Yes, it is unfortunately hard for one to earn respect from others. But I will do all that I possibly can in order to garner it from them. Though, I won't focus on victory either. In my mind, all that really matters is going out and entertaining all of these fans.

Lily: Sounds great.

She smiles as she continues strumming.

Lily: So you'd know better than me. Who are we facing?

Aqil thinks to himself for a moment, trying to remember it seems.

Aqil: Hmmm, last I checked the brackets, they were listed as a... mystery team, I do believe.

Lily: Great, mystery teams. I hate suspense.

Aqil: Yes... not very sportsmanlike of them to hide their identities. But so be it, I'm certain we will still beat them quite handily!

Lily: Yeah, no sweat.

Lily nods.

Lily: just, hey, can we talk about strategy later on? Or you can help with the song lyrics, whichever works.

Aqil laughs a bit to himself.

Aqil: Well, I'm not quite skilled at the musical arts, so it'd be better if I left that to you. As for strategy however, I would be delighted to help out in that area!

Lily: Alright, I'll meet you later then.

She extender her hand out to him.

He quickly hops back up and shakes that hand rather heartily in response, another big smile on his face once again.

Aqil: Till next we meet then, my friend.

With that, he quickly turns around, offering a final wave back towards Lily, as he strolls off back towards the hallway for now, having cemented this new alliance it seems.

Lily waves back, then continues with her music.

Lily: o/And I'm tired,
Of waiting for your arms to keep me warm
And I'm tired,
Of waiting for you to keep me from all harm...o/

[C. M. Synthy]

*The cameras cue to a undercurrently-tensed Juri Sadamoto walking down a hallway, one that looks slightly ravaged by an exploded Christmas ornament. She seems suspicious of this scene, and rightfully so. She peers into the darkness ahead of her.

As this happens, a muscular, vampishly pale arm sneaks around her shoulder blades.*

"Where's the choker?"

*At first Juri tenses up, but upon hearing the voice her eyes widen and slightly water.*

Juri: I swear if that's not you...

*The voice chuckles very softly.*

"And who'd dare play a joke on you like this?"

Juri: A dead woman.

*The velveteen voice echos down the hallway a little as the owner comes forth from the darkness.*

Synthy: Undead may be a slightly better term.

Juri: ...spoilers, I lost my revenge match against Chick Aura.

Synthy: Tough break, doll. You alright about it?

Juri: Nah. She got lucky. *She leans her head back and touches the arms wrapped around her.* So... are you going to let me look at you?

Synthy: ...Look away, for I'm hideous?

Juri: Liar. *She spins around and hugs her best friend.* Did you get Lexi back?

Synthy: You honestly believe I'd be back to kill her if I hadn't? It was fine though... She had them completely charmed.

Juri: I'm glad. I knew you would get her back. Just not sure it would be COMPLETELY legal.

Synthy: ...Doll... this is me we're talking of. She charmed them with that 'candy' of her's. And Tristan had a hand in it. I myself was completely innocent.

Juri: ...You know you could have just given documention showing she was past the age of 18, right? *blank stare*

Synthy: About that.....

*Synthy steps out from the shadows. One can see she's dressed in her signature leather pants, but seems to have customized a few new designs into them. A rose in violet is intertwined with an ankh on the pantlegs. Her top is a metallic lavender tank with a black leather vest zipped tight over it. Eris is written in elegant script above the same design, mixed with dripping red letters.*

Synthy: It's been too long. And you never answered my question.

Juri: ...question?

Synthy: About the choker, doll.

*Juri reaches into her pocket and produces it.*

Juri: It's my most cherished posession... You really think I'm going wear it where people can break it?

Synthy: I knew there was a reason I lo- liked you so much.

Juri: *she carefully tucks it away.* Too bad you couldn't make the tourney, huh? You and Tristan would have swept all the teams. And you could have possibly gotten your hands on that chicky-

Synthy: -She holds up an elegantly long hand, sharp nails painted an alternating bloody crimson and a sharp purple- Lexi and Tristan are the team of this family.

Juri: ...Well, you would had to have a dude to team with.

Synthy: Then it would have been her and Tristan in the tournament, not me.

Juri: You're no fun.

Synthy: I prefer a hands-on, no-help approach when it comes to my murders.

Juri: So you are planning to go after her, huh?

Synthy: Vengeance is sweet, and at this point? I have low blood sugar.

Juri: Say no more. Come with me. I'll pay.

Synthy: Love? In case you haven't noticed... I have a trail of deviant merry-making I need to stalk. Lexi stole the Eggnog I bought for you..

Juri: ...It's not the type of stuff that will cause her... drunkness is it?

Synthy: I bought it. For. You.

Juri: ...LEXI! LEXI COME BACK HERE!

Synthy: Exactly, my doll. *She grins, a flash of fang being caught by the light as she walks, arm wrapped around Juri's shoulderblades, tighter then probably necessary.*

Juri: ...aren't you worried she'll figure how to open it?

Synthy: She had a shiny, sharp object in her hand when she took off with it. Something about stabbing out the drinks in celebration for reuniting with her Japrish sissy. >>

Juri: Oh and here I was thinking she was going to drink it... WAIT, SHARP OBJECT?!

Synthy: Sadly.

Juri: Didn't she like... stab Tristan's hair that one time?

Synthy: And you'll remember your inflatable chair. And My couch. And one of Tristan's girlfriends.

Juri: ...LEXI! COME HERE!

Synthy: Wait, three of his girlfriends. In that one week alone. Lexi-darling..come here please?

*They go further into the hallway until they spy a bush that's moving... with two technocolor pigtails sticking out from the sides.*

Juri: ...I thought she was better at hiding.

Synthy:...Please tell me she didn't drink anything with "Nog"...

Juri: How would I know?

Synthy: Lie to me.

*In the front of them, the two pigtails bounce around like a bouncing..thing.))

Juri: Totally... She's clea-

*A voice that is most unmistakably a Lexi's dances into the eardrums of the viewers.*

Lexi: We're off to see the Gizzard! The Wonderful Gizzard of Lost!

Juri: ...Easy, girl... How many colors am I holding up in this hand? *She lifts just a finger*

Lexi: I see the colors of the wind! They smile at me! =D

Synthy: Sad thing is, anyone who's seen her like this can't tell the difference from her usual ways.

Juri: You know, it's no wonder she taken away from you. Anyone seeing that would automatically think the worst.

Synthy: Ouch.

Juri: Not your fault that she loves live off sugar and red bull

Lexi: I liked Vault n' soda n' Java Monster combined into a hurricane cuz it's yummy! Speaking of hurricanes, how come Helms isn't existant soley through water? Is it because he doesn't wanna get his hair wet?

*The carton of Southern Comfort Eggnog and various bottles of the coffee-laced energy drink Monster tells everything that needs to be said.*

Juri: She just may explode from the sugar rush alone

Synthy: She's been through worse.

Lexi: But like, I'm just sayin! His hair's prett, truly is yo, but like, Hurricane's need water to survive! What IF HE DOESN'T GET WATERED?!?

Juri: ...What to do?

Synthy: Sit back and watch her sugary-brand of chaos?

Juri: How much alcohol was in that carton?

Synthy: I had it modified to suit..YOUR...capabilities of withstanding liquor. How she hasn't dropped dead yet...

Lexi: Guys with pretty hair should do more flippy moves.

Juri: ...I'm going to try to wake her up... *inches closer towards her "little sister"*

Lexi: Cuz like, long, wavy hair floating in the breeze is like, way cooler then some fat, 400 pound dude in a Shamu mask falling and squishing his opponent into pre-cooked meatloaf! YANNO? *She eyes Juri at this one*

Juri: Easy girl... I'm just trying to move closer to you...

Lexi: To steal my limey secrets to sugar coated awesomeness? I knew I shouldn't have told those purple sheep anythi- OHMYGOD! JAPRISH SHISSHY! *Lexi jumps up and cartwheels, followed by a stumble into Juri.*

Juri: Oof! *Juri lands in a heap.*

Lexi: HOW COME YOU DIDN'T SAVE ME FROM THE MEN IN BLACK?

Synthy: ...-Twitches-

Juri: I was still in the hospital..

Synthy: *Her grip has returned to Juri's shoulder. Knuckles are apparent through her pearlescent skin.*

Lexi:...They liked my candy and one of them looked like a flamboyant version of you! Except with yanno....-A whisper can be heard-..male parts! 0.o!

Juri: ...*brushing Lexi's hair* ...Must have been some nightmare.

Lexi: Why do I feel the sheep dancing in my veins? It feels ticklish..

Synthy:... Even I'm disturbed by that. Lexi-sissy...did you have anything mixed with your...'special' drinks?

Lexi:...Japanese candy! It tasted like fire and ice.

Juri: ...Is that code name for ex-

Lexi: I feel like the sheep are tapdancing to a tune only they and Santa Claus can hear.

Synthy: -lowered voice- Doll..can you crash with us tonight? ...*A ticking passes, and a passive, and in an even smaller voice she whispers- Please?

Juri: Like I wasn't?

Synthy: Touche. Tristan might have a chick with him, but that shouldn't surprise you.

Lexi: *Her eyes are huge. And She's begun rocking steadily on the tips of her toes.* The colors are twinkling a better movie then "Twilight" At me. Twilight was ba-ad. They ruined glitter for me. T_T

Juri: I think... she's coming down... sorta

Lexi: You know who'd look cool with glitter? Curry man. Curry just isn't Curry with some sparkle!

Synthy:...Now, I'm really worried. I hate it when her sentences almost make sense. For her, anyway.

Juri: Probably should get her to a secure home soon.

Synthy: Lexi-sissy.... There's a rainbow straightjacket with your name on it if you follow us...

Lexi: Only if my chipmunk friend that I named monkey can eat the tree growing on that apple in the cotton candy patch field.

Synthy:...Distract her, but keep walking behind me...

Juri: Tristan hid candy in your room. I'll direct you.

Lexi: Candy makes my stomach want to show it's happiness in sour colors...

Juri: Then follow along, sissy.

Synthy: *Notices the mass chaos around the raver. Broken bulbs, spilled drinks, a shattered window.....* It sucks to be Colvin's clean up crew right now... *She shrugs and begins walking backward through the corridor, keeping her eyes locked on Juri and Lexi.*

Juri: I hope you brought your car...

Synthy: New one. Either her or Tristan laid flames to my old one. Why or which one, I'm not sure. I don't care to ask questions. You'll like it though.

Juri: Hope it has a big enough backset, she's crashing.

Synthy: Be glad. Maybe she'll sleep till we get home.

Lexi: Att vår värld behöver ha
Mera kärlek varje dag
Det vet både jag och du
Låt oss börja här och nu!!!! -She suddenly falls limp and starts snoring in Juri's arms.-

Synthy: Yes, that was Swedish. >>

Juri: ...how do you all learn these languages?!

Synthy: She only picks up on it when I do some subliminal CD changing. Though she does know German. That language is entirely too angry-sounding for her.

Juri: ...It's good to be with family again... Um... can you help me carry her?

Synthy: She has gained a few pounds. *Grabbing her baby sister by the ankles, she throws the lower half over her shoulders while gracefully walking steadily.* I missed you loads.

Juri: Glad to hear you say that, chicky. Same.

Synthy: I'm sorry I keep doing this to you.

Juri: Doing what?

Synthy: The Criss angel disappearing act.

Juri: It's okay, really. But if you do it so well next time that you never come back, I'll hunt you down. And give you the hurt.

Synthy: If that actually happened, I am afraid to say the significance as to why.

Juri: ...Then don't worry about it...

Synthy:..... I just get worried....

Juri: We've been over this.

Synthy: ..........It's been a long year.

Juri: Should be fun to celebrate the end... Together

Synthy: As long as no more stupid shit happens!

Lexi: -twitch...gargle- I try to count sheep but then i run out..

Juri: Too late.

Synthy: At least she isn't overdosing...

Juri: *snort*

Synthy: Trust me. There was a really bad night a few years back... This is a slight sugar meltdown compared to that. >_>

Juri: You'll have to tell me over egg nog... Non-alcoholic that is.

Synthy: Indeed. *She looks behind her and flashes a brief smile....which is quickly ended by her running straight into an automatic door that failed to open.*

Synthy: ._0

Juri: Smooth.

Lexi: Missus Madison would like another glowstick cotton candy sandwhich..Mr.bunny, dear. *Light snoring*

Synthy:...What the frick. x.x

*Their voices fade as they exit the building.. into the evermounting darkness that is pierced only by distant, silver christmas lights.*

[Super Shiny Puppy]

Teh Fink: "The follow contest is scheduled for one fall! Making her W*I*G* debut, hailing from The Comatorium..Molly Ringworm!

-"Sky Is Fallin" by Queens Of The Stone Age begins to play as the newcomer steps her way onto the stage. She sways her way down the ramp, occasionally taking a slow spin, impossible to tell where her mind is by the look in her eyes. The rag-doll appearance, coupled by her bizarre promo earlier is all the audience has to judge her by so they aren't entirely ready to give her a sizeable reaction just yet. She slides into the ring and stands facing one of the corners. Stretching and contorting in a very odd manner, so that her body is bent backwards and her hands are able to grip her ankles, the top of her bow touching the mat. The crowd gives a kind of "Whoa.." reaction-

Tom Bailey: "Well that's certainly an...interesting stance."

Jeannie Lawless: "Flexible!"

Bailey: "So, what are your thoughts on this newcomer?"

Lawless: "Looks and sounds like a nut case to me"

Bailey: "Well, her attire and modus operandi may be a little out there but that's what drives her to be competitive, I won't knock it!"

-Her opponent is Roxxi who is already in the ring and is busy having a shaved head and not being as cool as when she had a Voodoo gimmick. She probably does some kind of "edgy" pose and probably curses while doing so to make her even more INYERFACE. Molly bends her body back into a natural position but is still facing the turnbuckle and not her opponent. The bell rings and Roxxi charges at the lifeless figure who side steps at the absolute last moment, causing her to run straight into the turnbuckle. Roxxi stumbles backwards and glares at her opponent, sending a kick towards her mid-section. Molly is able to catch the boot and spin her adversary around,soon leaping up onto her shoulders and performing Victory Roll.

One..

Two..

..Nope, a kick out!

As both competitors return to their feet, Molly is able to evade a few wild punches by the former Voodoo queen. Molly catches Roxxi with a Jawbreaker that stuns her, making her clutch her jaw and stumble backwards. Ringworm bounces off the ropes and nails Roxxi with a straight kick to the face that drops her to the mat. Another pin attempt is met with another two count-

Lawless: "Kicking someone in the face. Not pretty but effective!"

-Molly snatches Roxxi's wrist and tosses her chest first into the nearest turnbuckle. As she recoils out of the corner, Molly nails her with a leaping Neckbreaker (ala Dolph Ziggler) and drives her down to the mat. The weird newcomer is able to score with three consecutive leaping elbow drops to the lower back before rolling Roxxi over for another pin.

One..aaaaahhhh..twwwwoooaaaaahh..shoulder up!

Roxxi gets to her, clutching her lower back, and is met with three quick snap jabs to the chin. Molly goes for a Discuss Punch but Roxxi is able to duck and score with a Dropkick to the back that causes Molly to fall on her face. Roxxi stomps away and drags her up by her orange colored hair, hitting her with a few more overhead shots to the head. Roxxi bounces off the ropes, hoping to capitalize on her advantage but gets with Jumping Enziguri right on the side of the head as she rushes in. Molly brings Roxxi to her feet only to lift her up for a Sidewalk Slam, turning it into a Backbreaker. Instead of allowing Roxxi to slide off her knee, she slides her back to a standing position and locks in a front face lock. Molly flips backwards and upon completion drives Roxxi's lower back into her knee's with a Backstabber! The crowd give a little reaction upon seeing the move.-

Lawless: "And what do you call that?!"

Bailey: "Ectopic Shapeshifting Penance-propulsion."

Lawless: "And how do you know THAT?!"

Bailey: "She told me."

Lawless: "You actually had a conversation with her?"

Bailey: "You could almost call it something resembling that, yes"

-Molly hooks a leg for an academic three count!-

Teh Fink: "Here is your winner...Molly Ringworm!"

-" Sky Is Fallin' " plays once again as the ref raises Molly's hand from her kneeled position, who only gives a strange little grin. She looks up towards the lights and mutters a few words before rising up and giving an awkward bow before rolling out of the ring-

Bailey: "A successful debut and WIG's women division has just gotten a little deeper!"

Lawless: "As long as she doesn't get beamed up back to her home planet.."

[TNT]

*We open on the hallway. Dimitri Konstantinos and Archibald Barnes walk up to a door that has “TNT” on it.*

Konstantinos: Hello...new person, how are you?

Barnes: I don't remember. They told me the deli was up the hall from the bathroom and to the left.

Konstantinos: Who told you?

Barnes: The buffalo in the mitre and overalls.

Konstantinos: I'm...going inside.

*Konstantinos opens the door, and they both walk into the room. Inside are TNT and his girls. They are sitting on a black leather couch. Konstantinos and Barnes walk up to them, all of whom have not noticed them there.*

TNT: Man, we really got that Magnum good! We should go for steaks later!

*The girls nod in agreement. Talia Bell sees Konstantinos and Barnes standing there.*

Talia: Toby.

TNT: What?

Talia: They’re hir.

TNT: Who?

Talia: Nucole and Tracy’s partnirs.

TNT: Oh! *looks up at them* Hey! How are you guys doin’!?

Konstantinos: Good, but tired. I just flew all the way over from Japan to meet my partner for the tournament and--

Barnes: I don't remember. They told me the bathroom was up the hall from the funeral home and to the right.

TNT: Yeah, that’s fantastic! Anyway, I figured we should all meet, seein’ how y’all are goin’ to be partnerin’ up with my girls. First, let me introduce myself. I am Toby Nicholas Tucker, but y’all can call me TNT. Though, I’m sure you two have heard me.

Konstantinos: Oh yes, I certainly have...and I have to say I'm a little less than impressed with the way you deal with opponents...

Barnes: Heard? You? Heard you what?

TNT: *to Barnes* Heard of me!? I’m TNT! I’m the coolest of cool, the hottest of hot, the best of the best, the newest in new, the finest in fine, and better than all the rest!

Barnes: *leans over and pokes TNT on the arm* Hot and cool? Isn't that lukewarm? Cause that's what it feels like.

*He shrugs and Dimitri simply chuckles under his breath.*

TNT: What’s wrong with ya, boy!? It’s a figure of speech! It means I’m the best, and doncha forget that! Ya understand me, boy!

Barnes: Who you calling "boy," you wily whippersnapper?!

...no, I mean it, who are you calling "boy" again?

TNT: Dammit! We don’t have time for this! We gotta get to business. Girls, come here!

*Tracy, Nicole, and Talia stand up and walk over to TNT, Barnes, and Konstantinos.*

TNT: Okay, now, as you both know, we are entered in this here Colvin Cup. Now, me and Talia will be teamin’ up. Introduce yaself, Talia.

Talia: Hillo, I’m Talia Bell. How are ya both?

Konstantinos: I'm good, thank you, and--

Barnes: I don't remember. They told me the deli was up from the bathroom and to the left of the hall.

TNT: *to Barnes* What the hell are ya talkin’ about!? I’m tryin’ to some introducin’ and you’re talkin’ about delis, bathrooms, and whatnot!

Barnes: I'm just tellin' you what needs to be told, you crazy kid! Back in my day we used to respect our elders on matters of wisdom. Why it reminds me of the time I got Old Man Arnoldson a jug of wine when I was runnin' errands back in '39. That was when Poland got invaded. Now my favorite thing about Poland is the kielbasa, which is a kind of sausage. They're those little tubes of spiced meat stuffed into an intestine and tied up just right. Every single day I'd eat one during The War for the support of those Poles, they really had some bad luck. Now the other thing I'd eat at lunchtime was some fresh stoneground bread and—

TNT: Okay! I get it. You’re old. I’m a whippersnapper. Yada, yada, yada! Let’s get to business. Now, which one of ya is the Russian fella!?

Konstantinos: What? RUSSIAN?! WHAT?! Now I ask you, TNT, how many Russians do you know who are from GREECE and wear blue and white ring gear?

TNT: Russia, Greece, whateva! Now, you’re the one that’s gonna be teamin’ up with my girl Nicole Michaels. Say hello, Nicole.

Nicole: Hello. You’ll have to excuse, Toby. He wasn’t very good at geography when he was in school.

Konstantinos: Really, I don't mind. I hate to sound crass, but I'mma not all that interested in rubbing elbows with all of you. I came here to meet you—my teammate—so we could figure out a plan of action against Andy Duke and his mystery partner.

TNT: And, we will in good time, my friend! But first, we needs to get to know each other. Now, *points to Barnes* you! You’re teamin’ up with my otha gal, and here she is! This is Tracy Jones.

Tracy: Um…hello.

Barnes: Hi, how are you doing?

Tracy: Um…I’m doin’ fine. And, you?

Barnes: I don't remember. The deli told me they were up somewhere in the bathroom to the left...or maybe it was the right...of the hall.

*Everyone else face-palms, while Barnes scratches his head in contemplation.*

Tracy: *looking up* Do I have to be partnered with him? Can’t I get the Greek guy!?

Nicole: Uh-uh! I like my partner!

Tracy: But, Toby! This guy’s old and stupid!

Nicole: Well, that’s just too damn bad!

Tracy: I’ll fight ya for him!

Nicole: What!?

Tracy: Come on! Let’s go, bitch!

Nicole: Oh, you want a piece of this!?

Tracy: No! I want the whole damn thing!

*The two girls nearly come to blows, but TNT breaks them up.*

TNT: Now, now, now, now! Everyone just calm down! You’re gonna team with the person you were assigned to, okay!?

Nicole: Okay.

Tracy: Fine!

Barnes: Are you young people always this wild and unruly?

Konstantinos: And you say that like it's a bad thing...

Barnes: Of course it is! Back in my day we were all top stars and used to hit Flying Flageezlebusters on 800 pound gorillas in boxing trunks...nowadays we've got a hobo, tranny-sexuals, that bounty hunter guy from Star Wars, the Communist Party, and Duke Ellington! And that's all I can think off of the top of my head! All cause you're wild and unruly and such!

TNT: What in the blue hell are you talkin’ about?

Barnes: Dang it, ya hippie! Get off the drugs! But I'll see you later, partner-o-mine, we can work out those details later...

Konstantinos: Yeah, I think I'm getting out of here...far, far away from here and anything that happened here in the past five minutes or so.

TNT: Wait, wait, wait! Don’t go! Don’t go! Now, we’re gonna get to business and discuss what we’re goin’ to do in this Colvin Cup.

Konstantinos: WIN.

TNT: Yes, that will be involved. Howeva, in order of us to be able to discuss our strategy, we need some food. So, we’re gonna have our little meetin’ at CHILI’S!!!!

*The girls scream in excitement.*

TNT: Okay! Let’s go!

*TNT and the girls then exit the room, singing the Chili’s “Baby Back Ribs” jingle.*

*TNT and the girls then exit the room, singing the Chili’s “Baby Back Ribs” jingle.*

Konstantinos: If they make me tip, I am so throwing the first round tag match...

*Fade out*

[ragnal]

Backstage stands Chick Aura and Ada Banshou, with John Cena standing next to them, a mic in hand.

Cena: So hey, Chick, congrats to the victory at WIG Gives Thanks. You beat Juri and showed you're the superior woman. But ain't you afraid she's going to look for another match against you?

Ada: Mr. Cena, you are indeed wrong. Ms. Aura has shown she is the true Joshi in WIG, and has beaten Juri in that very ring. Ms. Aura has proven herself, and has no further need to show Ms. Sadamoto she is the truly better wrestler.

Aura nods.

"You think so?"

The three turn their heads to see the very woman that all were referring to: BR Juri Sadamoto.

Juri: Now not to say that your win was not fair. But from the way I've heard, you've said that you were going to crush me in that match. Well, how come I'm still here? *She speaks directly to Chick.*

Aura just stares blankly at the Broken Rose.

Ada: I apologize, Ms. Sadamoto, but Ms. Aura does not speak English. Hence why I am here on her behalf.

Juri: Alright then. Allow me to translate myself for the uncultured-

Ada: She does not wish to speak with you in her native tongue. You, Ms. Sadamoto, are beneath her. As I said...you speak through me.

Aura nods to Ada.

Juri: *She cocks an eyebrow and points at Chick.* I thought you said she couldn't understand English.

Ada and Chick grow slightly more angrily at Juri.

Ada:...what is it you want, Ms. Sadamoto?

Juri: Well, I'd say a re-match would be in order. Given the fact that Ms. Aura failed to do what she said she was going to do. Just as I failed to pin her. It's only fair, after all considering the she beast put me in the hospital I say I deserve it.

Ada taps Chick's shoulder, and she leans down to whisper into her ear. Chick then whispers into Ada's ear, and when that's done, he looks back to Juri.

Ada: I am sorry, Ms. Aura is not interested in another fight with yourself. As she says, she has proven that she can defeat you, and nothing more needs to be proven.

Juri: The whole retire while champion to avoid defeat tactic huh? Here I thought I was facing a warrior but it turns out I was just facing a coward. One that can only really accomplish things while her opponents have their backs turned.

Ada: You may speak about her as you wish, but nothing to Ms. Aura changes the fact you were pinned in the middle of the ring by her. To her, you are vanquished, and that is the end of that. And besides...Ms. Aura is looking for an opponent for the TigerPath show. And preferably, she wishes to face one of their wrestlers, rather than whichever rejects you have trained in WHOA.

Juri: One little win and she totes it as being so much better than a whole promotion? *She lowers her head in thought. Suddenly an idea comes to her.* ...Looking for an opponent in TigerPath, huh? Well, I just so happen to know of someone that can beat you. And kick your ass off your high horse.

Ada goes back to Chick, and the two whisper amongst one another again until Ada returns from their conversation.

Ada: She wishes to know the name of her opponent.

Juri: And I wish to have a rematch. But sometimes life doesn't give us what we want. *She folds her arms.* Tell you what. *She pokes Ada hard in the chest.* You tell the gorilla in the red wig that if she shows up to the show in her gear, I will personally make sure this opponent will be there for her.

Ada glares at Juri before she turns to Chick and whispers to her again. Chick nods to Ada, and he turns back to Juri.

Ada: She accepts.

Juri: I heard her. *She turns and walks away.* I would say good luck in this match, but I'm afraid your luck has now run out.

As the Broken Rose heads off, Ada and Chick look at one another, exchanging looks of curiosity as the scene fades out.