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Jaice Wilds vs Jacob Figgins

Jaice comes out as Wild Thing by Trogs fills the arena. He emerges from the curtains and greets the fans, fiving and shaking hands as he walks to the ring. He enters the ring and climbs to each turnbuckle, raising both arms and backflipping off the ropes.




“Under a killing moon “ by Thrice hits the speakers as Figgins appears from behind the curtain bottle of energy drink in his hand. Figgins stands infront of the curtain his head drooped down.

The air my lungs first loved
carves craters from my eyes
they said "breathe deeply son
or be the next to die"

Figgins takes a swig of his drink before slowly raising his head and spraying the contents onto the aisle in front of him. and at that he begins his trek toward the ring

Beneath the falling night
and heaven's shutting gate
pray keep your tongue held tight
or suffer the same fate

the blood on our black gloves
it is none of your concern
if you want to call our bluff
get in line and wait your turn
and watch the witches burn"

Once Figgins is just in front of the ring he pauses and looks around at the crowd before he does his ‘pistols’ taunt and jumps onto the apron and enters through the top and second ropes.

Don't flinch when innocents
are dancing with the flame
if they wanted to live
they'd learn to play the game

You can still walk away
if you just hold your tongue
if you'd just walk away
you'd live to see the sun but"

He jumps onto the southeast turnbuckle and points to the crowd then mumbles something before pointing to himself and doing his pistols taunt yet again. Finally he jumps off and waits for his opponent

Under this killing moon
under this burning sky
the fire's shining groom
I hold my breath and close my eyes

"The blood on our black gloves
it is none of your concern
if you want to call our bluff
get in line and wait your turn
and watch the witches burn
we'll watch the witches burn


Figgins rolls into the ring and stands up staring a hole through Wilds. Wilds returned the eye gesture by staring right back. The referee stands between them making sure none of them jump the bell.

Kelly was the first to make a move, a small twitch in his arm and he charges at the champion. Figgins responds charging forward attempting to met wilds in the middle of the ring with a grapple, wilds fakes a grapple and makes a small side step nailing a Kitchen Sink. Figgins from the force of the charge flipped over the outstretched knee landing flat on his back. wilds grabbed Figgins by the left arm and jerked him back up off the ground. Keeping a hold of Figgy’s arm as he delivered a Sharp knife edge chop. Figgins staggered back but wilds pulled him back and delivered another. wilds continued to deliver the stinging barrage of chops until Figgins panted a counter, wilds pulled back once more attempting once again to Chop, But Figgins tossed forward his head smashing violently into wilds forehead with a headbutt. wilds staggered back, but the grip on the hand was being used against him as Figgy pulled wilds back, wrapping his arms around wilds’ body, launching in a Belly to Belly Suplex. Fans Cheer this small exchange of attack.


Figgins quickly gets back to his feet, making sure to take to the offence before wilds can get into the match. Once over to wilds Figgy makes a quick stomp at his gut, Attempting to take the wind out of him. Figgy quickly drops down after the stomp and places a body scissors around wilds’ abdominal area trying to make quick work with wilds. The referee knelt down asking wildsif he’d give up but he shook his head as he tried to get out of it. wildscouldn’t separate Figgins legs so with some last minute thinking he put Figgins up in a head lock. The referee bent down again now monitoring this double submission. Neither man seemed to be willing to break the hold even though both of them looked to be fading away. Figgins finally growled and dropped his hold at that wilds slowly started to loosen it as well. They then got to their feet at the same time Figgins looked about to attack but ran right into another knife edged chop.



wilds raised his elbow and dropped it right across the chest of Figgins. Wilds then hooked Figgins’ legs for the pin.

1!

Figgins easily kicked out.
wilds grabbed Figgins’ head and picked him up, forcing him to stand. After a kick to the midsection, he positioned him for a vertical suplex, tried to lift him up, but Figgins blocked it. wilds then hit Figgins’ ribs with punches, and tried to lift him up. Once again, Figgins blocked it, and this time, he was able to grab wilds’ wrist and was able to sneak his way out of the hold. Now out of the hold, and having wilds in a wristlock. He kicked wilds in the leg, and slammed him hard on the mat, while still holding wilds’ arm in a wristlock. He forced wilds to roll to his side, then he kneeled beside him, placing one knee on the ribs, and the other was on the temple, and now he has wilds’ arm in a hammerlock. The ref. is now asking wilds if he wants to give up.



wildsis now screaming in pain, and the ref. kept on asking if he wants to give up. But every time the ref asks, wilds just shook his head. Finally, Jacob removed his knees from wilds’s ribs and temple, and stood up, but he still held wilds’ arm, he wrapped his legs around the arm, and laid on his back, putting wilds in another arm bar. Luckily, the ropes were just nearby, and at legs length. wilds crawled for a few inches just for measures, and was able to place his leg on the ropes. The ref. counted on Figgy to release the hold.

1!2!3

Figgy released the hold, and backed away from wilds as the ref ordered because wilds was on the ropes. wilds swinged his arm, while holding his shoulder, trying to shake off the pain. He saw Figgy, walked towards him, and the two got nose-to-nose, exchanging words of hostility. All of a sudden, wilds slapped Figgy, sending him a few inches back. Figgy looked back at wilds and ran towards him, attempting a clothesline. wilds was able to evade the attempted clothesline, and was now behind Figgy. Then, he wrapped his arms around Figgy’s waist, and tried a German Suplex. But Figgy was able to land on his feet. Then he ran to the ropes, and attempted another clothesline, but wilds hit him with a standing dropkick. Then he taunted the crowd and Figgy. Earning some crowd heat, and angering Figgy.



Figgy rose to his feet, charged wilds, but was met with another knife-edge chop. The chop was hard enough to topple Figgy, and now was lying on the mat. wilds ran to the ropes while Figgy was rising to his feet. When wilds was running towards Figgy, he was hit with a standing dropkick. Figgy imitated wilds’ taunt from earlier irritating him. Wilds jumped to his feet. And the two went for the first lock-up of the match. wilds was loosing the lock-up, as he was slowly backing towards the turnbuckle. When wilds’ back was against the turnbuckles, the ref. separated them. wilds took this opportunity to hit Figgy, with an eye poke. While Figgy was staggering, wilds climbed to the second turnbuckle, but changed his mind, and climbed to the top, but Figgy pushed him off when he had his back turned. wilds fell outside barely missing the barricade.





wilds stood up, and rolled to the ring, Figgy immediately walked towards him. Then he picked him up, kicked him in the midsection, and placed him in a DDT position. Then he dropped him head first. Then he went for the cover.

1!2.

wilds kicked out,
Figgy picked up wilds, and placed him against the ropes, and after a few chops, he irish whipped him to the other side. After wilds bounced of the ropes, he was able to hit Figgy with an STO. Both men are now down. But before the ref. could start the count, wilds was able to grab the ropes to help him stand up, as Figgy was slowly getting up himself. wilds ran towards Figgy, and hit him with a vicious clothesline. Figgy went back down to the mat, wilds then ran to the ropes and dropped his leg across Figgy’s throat, and he went for the cover.

1!2

Figgy was able to kick out, as wilds mounted him, and punched his head repeatedly. The ref. noticed that his fist was closed, and told wilds to stop it. wilds ignored the ref. and continued to punch Figgy with closed fist, and the ref. was now counting.

1 2 3 4

wilds stood up and argued with the ref. and Figgy was slowly standing up. wilds grabbed Figgy by the arm, set him against the ropes, and Irish whipped him. After Figgy bounced of the ropes, wilds was able to slam him hard with a spinning spinebuster. Figgy is down, but instead of covering him, wilds walked away, and towards the turnbuckle. He climbed it up slowly, and Figgy is now slowly recovering. When wilds was on the top rope, he jumped off, raised his right hand, and hit Figgy with a tomahawk chop, wilds went for the cover.

1?2..


wilds can?t believe it, and was arguing with the ref. all this while Figgy was slowly getting up. Wilds turned around to face Figgy, grabbed him by the hair but Figgy punched him in the midsection. Figgy punched wilds over and over again, until wilds let go of his hair. wilds is still bent down holding his midsection, when Figgy wrapped his arm around his head, and dropped him with a brainbuster DDT. Both men are down as the ref. started the 10 count.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7

At that point, wilds was able to grab the ropes and help himself up with it. And wilds was on his knees. wilds ran towards him, but was surprised when Figgy was able to pull of a dropkick, hitting him in the head. Figgy got up to his feet fast, while wilds did so but slowly. Figgy grabbed wilds’ neck, and hit a wonderful spinning neckbreaker, earning a wow from the crowd. Figgy went for the cover

1?2.

wilds easily kicked out of it. Figgy stood up, and as Figgy was now sitting up, Figgy hit his back with vicious kicks that ringed throughout the small arena. Figgy kicked his back for several times, as the crowd counted along with the count.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15

After the 15th kick to the back, Figgy ran to the ropes, and hit wilds with a low Big Boot, hitting him hard in the face. Figgy went for the cover

1?2..

wilds kicked out, but barely.

Figgy grabbed wilds, and placed him between his legs. He raised him up and placed him on his shoulders, he was walking around the ring pointing to the crowd, then he was back in the middle. Then he rotated to his left, dropping wilds with a centrifuge DDT. Figgy went for the cover, but the ref. was down. He was hit by wilds’ legs when Figgy was lifting him up. After 5 seconds, Figgy noticed that no one was counting the pin and wilds is still down. Figgy climbed the top rope. Figgy waited for wilds to stand up, stalking him for a missile dropkick, but Wilds with a sudden boost of energy, ran to the corner and hit Figgins right hand causing Figgins to sit down on the turnbuckle as Wilds climbed on hooking Figgy’s neck for a superplex. Figgins saw the ref was still out and smirked as Figgins made his fist connect with Wilds’ groin hitting a low blow. Wilds let go of Figgins to hold his groin but Figgins quickly hooked both of Wilds’ arms and stood up on the top turnbuckle. Figgins then flipped forwards and landed a double underhook flip piledriver to the mat hitting a Figgy Driver. Wilds was out and the referee started to gain composure when Figgins went for the pin

1!2!3!

Figgins got to his feet and grabbed his energy drink. He took a long sip then suddenly spit the contents right onto Wilds’ fallen body before exiting the ring

Twilight Tokyo Rose vs Sofia

Roselyn Peters: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit. The referee assigned is Craig Cody."

Cody is met by the usual wave of heckling and over disapproval of his being alive, taking a step back with Roselyn after the fans have toned down their badgering.

The lights dim and three red roses produced by the lasers and spotlights twirl in place above the ring as the guitar intro of "Stupid Girl" blares across the speakers. Most crowd members jeer as the drums kick in, finally breaking into the main riff as the luminous roses combine for a moment before retreating back to their old places. The few supporting the woman who had yet to appear now clap to the beat or bang the crowd barriers as the lyrics start up and the guitar and drums grow a bit quieter, the bass having joined them.

Wanna love ya,
Wanna bug ya,
Wanna squeeze ya,
Stupid girl.

Wanna touch ya,
Wanna take ya,
Wanna shut ya,
Stupid girl.

After the drum makes its presence known again, the pitch back curtains are moved aside rather gently to reveal the woman herself, Twilight Tokyo Rose, who is met by a wave of jeers with odd cheers mixed in. She brings her fingers together and puts them kindly to her lips, blowing a kiss then reaching her arms above her head as she reveals that signature smirk of hers, met once more by heckling. She leaves her hands up in the air, standing in place for a time.

"I can't take this.
Born to break this."

Still smirking, she holds her hands out at arm's length while walking towards the ring so that fans may catch a feel of her hands, then pulling them away before anyone got to slap her hand. She begins to lower her arms a touch as the vocals of Scooter Ward joined by Rivers Cuomo start to sing the chorus.

She's going on away,
(She's going away)
What's wrong with my life today?
She's going away,
(She's going away)
What's wrong with my life today?
Stupid girl, stupid girl.

Once she's away from any other fans she could high five, or fake out, she bounces about half an inch off the ground and runs at the ring, her onyx black hair flowing behind her. Once a short ways away from the ring, Twilight leaps with her arms outstretched and gets her fingers around the top rope, feet on the apron. The woman dips down a little, then springs her legs upward and jumps over the top rope, knees curled in as if she were jumping a small fence. She stands in the middle of the ring, taking in the atmosphere and closing her eyes with the third verse having already started.

I'm a loner,
I'm a loser,
I'm a winner,
In the mind.

I'm a bad one,
I'm a good one,
I'm a sick one,
With a smile.

Twilight smirks again after the last line, obviously choreographed to go with the song. The energy of the crowd, hateful as the majority of it may be, and the arena coursing through her veins, she goes to the turnbuckle adjacent the small table wear Roselyn Peter and Frederick Simon sit, hopping up to rest her feet on the middle ring rope as she blows a kiss to the part of the crowd she's facing, many of whom counter her taunt with middle fingers.

I can't take this.
Born to break this.

Having helped along the crowds satiation, she looks down and waves to Roselyn and Frederick with a facetious yet sly grin. She jumps down without her hands touching the ropes, turning around and walking to the turnbuckle opposite the one she just leapt off of. Once there, she gets onto the middle rope in much the same manner she did moments ago, blowing another kiss and trying to stifle a chuckle as one particularly inane fan attempts to catch her kiss.

She's going on away,
(She's going away)
What's wrong with my life today?
She's going away,
(She's going away)
What's wrong with my life today?
(What's wrong with my life today?)

Twilight takes a large step backwards as the lyrics go on in much the same manner as the second time the chorus broke out. She gets to her corner, pacing a bit as the radiant roses above her head evanesce along with her theme, seconds into the acoustic break. She waits for her opponent in her corner, the main lights now having faded away along with her smirk.

The intro to Age Age Every Night by DJ Ozma begins to play over the speakers, the lights dim to a light blue glow. The moment the song starts its lyrics, Sofia comes out from behind the curtain and begins to dance as the song continues to play. After a few seconds, the lights begin to strobe from the light blue to white and back again as she gets down on her knees and starts to dance a little dirty before jumping back up to her feet and throwing out her arms in a cocky fashion. She holds this pose for a few seconds and then blows a kiss out to the crowd before she jogs down the ramp up to the edge of the ring. As she slows down to a walk, she jumps up onto the apron and then grabs the top rope, pulling down on it and catapults herself inside the ring. As she lands, she jogs over to the south-east turnbuckle and climbs up to the second turnbuckle, raising her arms in the same cocky pose again before making her hand into guns and pretends to shoot to the crowd and wink at them before she jumps down and moves from side to side, stretching to warm up for her match.

Sofia and Twilight meet eyes for a second, the latter shaking her head as she observes her scantily clad opponent whilst Roselyn makes her way to the center of the ring to present the two women.

"Introducing, first, to my right, hailing from Long Island, New York, she is 'The Devil From Paradise,' TWILIGHT TOKYO ROSE!"

The newest member of the Apostles of Amaranthine once again blows a kiss to the crowd, only to be met with the usual chorus of jeers that she seems to constantly tune out.

"And her opponent, to my left, hailing from San Mateo, California, 'The Sexy Goddess,' SOFIA!"

As Roselyn steps through the ropes and out of the ring, Sofia turns and waves to the crowd, for she received a much warmer reaction from the crowd than Twilight had. Craig Cody moves to check the women for any illegal weapons or arms on them, starting first with Twilight. He pats down her boots and gloves, but when he moves to check anywhere higher up, the woman gives him the s**t eye. "I dare you, pal." She offers, voice dripping with sarcasm though her look doesn't waver. Craig makes the wise decision of stopping there, going to Sofia and doing the same yet only stopping at Sofia's gloves as well, more than likely because he fears for his own safety. Upon finding nothing on either woman, Craig signals for the bell to ring and get this match under way.

DING DING DING!

The women begin to circle each other in a cautious manner, keeping rather close to the ropes at first before going to meet each other in the center of the ring. They crouch down a bit, their rights hands going low and left going high as they move to lock up. Before they may do so, Twilight suddenly slaps Sofia right across the face, sending her reeling back for a moment. "This is for real women, you plastic b***h!" That comment gets Sofia back to her feet, laying into Twilight with slaps followed up a quick spin then an elbow smash, making Twilight stumble back to the ropes. The New Yorker grazes her hand over her cheeks, then brings it to her chin and rubs it gently before deciding to get up and approach Sofia again. The women circle each other for a brief moment before finally succeeding in a lock-up, Sofia gaining the advantage by taking Twilight's left hand in both of hers and rolling backwards, getting her opponent into an wrist lock. Twilight clenches her teeth, getting her leg up and moving it behind Sofia's leg, scraping at the back of her knee until the California native is on one knee. Twilight then delivers a swift kick to Sofia's back, making her release Twilight's wrist and fall to the ground. Twilight shakes the pain out of her wrist before picking Sofia up by the hair, then taking her arm and throwing her into the ropes. As her opponent comes back toward her, Twilight jumps up and delivers a dropkick, recollecting herself and going for a pin. 1...Sofia kicks out. A bit frustrated, Twilight makes Sofia stand once more only to be locked into a side headlock by Sofia, who keeps the hold for a few seconds before jumping forward and successfully performing a bulldog. Sofia quickly capitalizes and places Twilight's ankle between her thighs, then laying on Twilight's back and locks her arms around her opponent's head, securing Twilight into an STF. The crowd cheers Sofia's ability to incapacitate Twilight, Craig checking on the latter to see if she wants to give in. Twilight gets a hand up, but attempts to crawl to the ropes rather than tapping. It takes a few, long moments but the Devil from Paradise reaches the ropes, Sofia letting go of the hold and taking a few steps back.

Twilight takes a few seconds to recover and try to ease her aching body before standing up, only to see Sofia come running at her. Sofia raises her arm up, a powerful lariat connecting with Twilight that sends her over the ropes. But Twilight grabs the top and springs herself up onto Sofia's shoulders, wrapping her legs around her opponent's neck and falling backwards for a hanging figure four leglock! Craig Cody then starts the count. 1...2...3...4...Twilight releases the hold just before five so as not to be DQed, Sofia stumbling forward a bit and trying to catch her breath. Twilight takes this opportunity to sit on the outside apron and adjust her top that had been messed up by the hold, much to the disappointment of fans adjacent her. She smirks at their desperation, rolling back into the ring and taking a two handfuls of Sofia's hair. As if poor Sofia was just a sack of dirt, Twilight crouches down a bit before turning and tossing Sofia across the ring, also getting a rather sizeable chunk of sepia colored hair in her hand as a result of the hairmare. Twilight walks to Craig and drops it in his hand. "Here you go. That oughta be good alone time material for months. S'for a job well done." She pats him on the back with a silly sort of grin, the ref quickly discarding the hair to the outside of the ring. Twilight moves to get Sofia to her feet again, but before she can do anything, Sofia attacks with a flurry of chops that are almost dangerously close to Twilight's neck. Her opponent vulnerable, Sofia jumps up and gets her legs about Twilight's neck, pulling her into a headscissors takedown and grabbing hold of Twilight's legs for the pin. 1...2...Twilight kicks outs. Sofia gets to her feet, also standing Twilight up only to slip both arms underneath Twilight's underarms and lock her hands behind her opponent's neck, applying a full nelson. Twilight writhes about, trying to free herself as Sofia tightens the hold and makes sure to get Twilight away from any ropes she may be able to grasp hold of. After a long minute or so of this, Sofia lifts Twilight over her and pins her in a dragon suplex. 1...2...Twilight kicks out yet again. Both women feeling a touch winded, they take a few moments to get to their feet, Twilight gaining the advantage and sending several kicks into the stomach of Sofia before whipping her into the opposite turnbuckle.

As Sofia leans against the turnbuckle in a dazed manner, Twilight takes a few steps back, then runs to the turnbuckle and jumps, hitting Sofia with a GAMENGIRI~! Such a forceful kick causes Sofia to slide down against the turnbuckle until she is sitting on the mat. Twilight flashes that signature smirk of hers as she places the sole her boot on Sofia's face as she uses the ropes for leverage, applying a facewash on Sofia, the crowd booing in response. Craig Cody begins to count. 1...2...3...4...Twilight removes her boot just before Craig reaches the five count, she hadn't had all her fun yet. Twilight drags Sofia by her boot to the middle of the ring, then takes hold of her other leg and lifts them both, bending the right leg so that is behind her straight, left leg and places the latter leg under her underarm. Using the same arm, she reaches around through the opening formed by Sofia's legs and locks her own right hand with her left. At last, Twilight steps over Sofia and starts applying pressure to the Texas cloverleaf hold she had on Sofia. The valet of the Openweight Champion cries out in pain, Craig by her side to see if she wants to give in and the crowd clapping and banging on the barricades to help support her. Twilight kept the cloverleaf applied for a long minute or two, eventually releasing the hold, quite angered that Sofia had not given in yet. So angry, in fact, that she starts stomping maniacally on Sofia's right leg, stirring up the crowd's bad side yet again. "Why won't you just break already!?" She cries, stopping her assault on Sofia's leg with a scowl, picking her opponent's leg up and turning around with it, but Sofia jerks her leg forward, making Twilight tumble a few steps forward. Sofia gets to her feet, limping over to Twilight and clasps both hands together, hitting Twilight on the back with a double axe handle and making the AoA's only female member drop to all fours. Sofia hastily follows this up with an elbow to the neck, or hell-bow, then hooking Twilight's leg for the pin. 1...2...2.3...Twilight kicks out at the last second, rolling away from Sofia and rubbing her neck gently, worming away whenever Sofia drew too near to her than was comfortable.

At last, Twilight manages to get to her feet, carefully approaching Sofia only to be hit with palm strikes to the chin, Sofia's attacks causing Twilight to step backwards until the black haired woman is against the turnbuckle. Sofia then takes Twilight's arm and whips her into the opposite turnbuckle, following her and connecting with a high knee. Before Twilight can even think on what to do next, Sofia grabs hold of the ropes and raises her right leg up, choking Twilight in the corner with a corner foot choke. Craig starts the count. 1...2...3...4...Sofia releases Twilight before the ref reaches five, allowing her dazed opponent to slip down the turnbuckle. With Twilight still dazed, Sofia crouches next to her so that their foreheads are a mere inch apart, taking a handful of midnight hair. "Plastic or not, at least I don't hang around with a bunch of pansy flower ********!" The crowd lets out an 'ohhh' as Twilight grits her teeth, Sofia then hitting her with a single bell clap. Sofia then stands Twilight up but is met by a volley of quick kicks to the stomach. Thought hurting, Sofia manages to keep hold of Twilight's hair, weakly through her into the ropes, then falling to one knee in pain. Twilight puts a bit more speed into her step, coming back on the rebound and hitting Sofia with a CAAAAPPPPOOOOOO KICK~! Sofia falls to the ground, leaving Twilight to drag her, by the hair, the turnbuckle then backing up a few steps. Twilight runs at Sofia, doing a double stomp onto Sofia's chest but then jumps up to the middle rope, then the top rope. She quickly blows a kiss to the crowd, who can't even jeer before she hits TOKYO NIGHTFALL! The crowd starts to cheer and bang on the barricades as a result of this quick maneuver, Twilight getting an arm over Sofia so that Craig may start the count. 1..2...2.5...Sofia gets a hand on the ropes! The crowd cheers yet again, both women taking a long moment or so to recover. Sofia is able to get to her feet faster, running back a touch before hitting Twilight with a GLOWING VALKYRIE! The Sexy Goddess quickly follows up with a pin. 1...2...Twilight gets a shoulder up!

Both women groggily get to their feet, their bodies worn but not their resolves. Finally, Sofia hits Twilight with a chop to the upper chest, Twilight hits back with a swift kick to the stomach. Sofia chops again, Twilight kicks again. They continue this exchange for another minute, each strike being countered faster every time before Twilight decides to switch it up and deliver a harsh kick to Sofia's right leg, sending her to the ground. Before Sofia can recover, Twilight quickly grabs her opponent's legs and hooks them under her arms, placing her knee in the small of Sofia's back and locking in Liontamer. Sofia cries out in pain, reaching for the ropes only to have Twilight drag her further away from them. Sofia grips her hair out of pain, the crowd clapping and hitting the barricades in an attempt to motivate her. Twilight drops Sofia after a while, again stomping on her opponent's right leg with fervor. Twilight stops after a bit, smirking as she stomps the bare mat, coaxing for Sofia to get up. When the valet finally does, Twilight goes for a mean superkick but Sofia catches her foot then drops it and counters with a superkick of her own! Twilight stands dazed for a few seconds, allowing Sofia to run back to the ropes, jump onto the middle rope then hit Twilight with a springboard moonsault followed by a cover. 1...2...2.7....Twilight kicks out at the last moment. Sofia blows the hair out of her eyes before getting to her feet, but makes sure Twilight is sitting up before she does so, then gets her into an inverted facelock and hooks Twilight's nearest arm, her left one, with her free one. Sofia then pulls backwards yet upwards, applying a dragon sleeper. Twilight writhes about for a few moments before her body goes noticeably limp, Craig going to her side and lifting her arm up then drops it, seeing it drop to the mat once. He lifts it up and drops it again, but Twilight manages to keep her arm up this time, breathing harsh. Seeing this hold won't work, Sofia releases Twilight, the AoA's female member falling to the mat in a heap, trying to stop her breathing from being so unstable. Sofia moves to get Twilight up again, doing so and making her bend forward and double underhooking her arms. Sofia lifts Twilight up and hits a SOFISTACTION!! The Sexy Goddess quickly goes for the cover, the crowd along with Craig. 1...2...2.9998...TWILIGHT KICKS OUT! The crowd switches back over to jeering, as Sofia stares into nothingness out of disbelief, Twilight trying to steady herself as she gets to her feet. The Devil from Paradise gets her opponent up and is greeted with a chop, to switch she responds with knee to the face. Her opponent dazed, Twilight moves a touch to the left and reaches behind Sofia's head with both hands and pulling Sofia's above her shoulder, locking in a cravate. Twilight then moves to the middle of the ring and starts spinning around for a TWILIGHT ZONE! Twilight spins Sofia around and around before letting go of the poor woman, seeing Sofia hit a turnbuckle as Twilight, herself, teeters around dizzily. Twilight recollects herself and drags Sofia away from the turnbuckle, getting her into a small package pin as Craig counts it. 1...2...THREE!

The arena erupts in jeers and heckles as Roselyn gets back on the mic. "Here is your winner...TWILIGHT TOKYO ROSE!"

"Stupid Girl" starts to blare throughout the room as Twilight is ushered aside by Craig so that he may check on Sofia. But Twilight doesn't let it be, pushing Craig out of the way and making Sofia stand. She then takes a step back and throws her weight forward, tossing Sofia through the ropes and into the steel barricades. Her opponent writhing about on the ground, Twilight steps through the ropes and stands on the outside apron. She then does a double stomp RIGHT ONTO SOFIA'S LEG! As if the crowd wasn't already irrate enough, they only heckle Twilight more as she goes to fetch the chair Roselyn was sitting in at the little ringside table. She folds it then returns to Sofia, crouching beside her and fixing Sofia's right leg between the back and the seat of the still-folded chair, making the chair raise up a bit. Smirking maliciously, Twilight then jumps up and as she lands on the metal, a large CRACK is heard as Sofia screams bloody murder. Twilight steps off the chair, grabbing two fistfuls of the crippled woman's hair, pulling her up so close that their eyes are level. Not liked she needed a mic, for she pretty much yelled everything she had to say at the top of her lungs, the crowd having silenced after a bit so they could hear her. "Have you finally learned your place in this world?! Have you?! You and your lil' boyfriend aren't anything more than a pair of nuisances afraid of change! And I'll be damned if I allow either of you continue to try and ******** up the ideals of my boys, of my brothers, anymore! You ******** with this rose and you get the thorns, got that?!" She throws Sofia's head down to the floor, leaving the ring and heading to the back without another word.

GWA Openweight Championship: Cody Bogard vs Spyke Gein

Roselyn: The following match is for the GWA Openweight Championship. Your referee for this match is Roger Fairborn.

*Roger stands looking un-phased by the slight amount of boos from the audience, but actually is a little affected mentally, feeling like he’s done nothing wrong other than just being a referee.*

Spyke walks out holding a light tube and he raises it to the air. He’s wearing his Tag title. The audience cheers for the crazy man. Dr. Loki is behind him.

‘I can handle this but I can't handle anything else
it's my own mistake - it's based on me and not on my groin
it's the little things in my pants that we're all living for
I never really knew what that thing down there was used for’

Spyke kneels to one knee, holding up the light tube in one hand.

‘Yo yo yo yo yo yo - I kill the rock rock rock rock rock yo
then she killed my brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain
nothing hurts anymore - nevermind... then she killed my’

Roselyn: Ladies and Gentlemen, making his way to the ring at a weight of 185 pounds…he is one half of the Unofficial GWA tag team champions….he is the Spunky Super Sexy Soldier…SPYKE GEIN!!!

‘You’re wicked gay but then today i think i'll be hardcore
if i forget to take my medicine then i'll be sick
I'm so hot to trot I'm stealing all my beats from the blacks
and from all the young girls is where I steal my act’

Spyke stands up and breaks the light tube over his head and begins laughing maniacally.

‘Yo yo yo yo yo yo - I kill the rock rock rock rock yo then
then she killed my brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain
nothing hurts anymore - nevermind... then she killed my brain’

‘I can't stand it x4’

Spyke rushes to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, he quickly jumps to the second turnbuckle, unclips his tag belt, and holds it up for everyone to see… he waits for his Cody to come out…

The lights suddenly dim down as the "Ikari no Jushin" intro plays. As soon as the intro ends, smoke shoots from near the entrance way. A figure in a white shiny long jacket emerges, standing while looking at the fans as he stands in the shadows. The figure emerges as strobe lights go off to reveal....CODY BOGARD!!!!! Cody makes his way to the ring. He gets to the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, posing with his arms open in a pose, holding the Openweight championship. He jumps from the turnbuckle as he looks at his opponent.

Spyke walks up to Cody and extends his hand for a handshake…Cody is understandably suspicious, given his past history with the Rejects…he reaches his hand out and they both shake hands…

They step away from each other….

*DING*DING*DING*

Cody shoots for Spykes feet, but Spyke leapfrogs over, then quickly turns and kicks him in the back of the calf…

Claire: Odd to see Cody in the ring with anyone who can match him, or even outmatch him in speed…
Drake: Yeah, but Spyke doesn’t have a lot of muscle, that’s one thing Cody has him beat on…

Spyke then locks his head under his arm from behind, going for an inverted DDT, but Cody quickly gets out, bounces off the ropes, and hits Spyke with a running knee lift.

Spyke gets up quickly…

Cody attempts a clothesline on Spyke, but Spyke doesn’t move out of the way, he instead ducks under it and quickly locks in a half nelson, puts his other arm around his waist, and does a half-nelson suplex!

Spyke pins Cody…

1...

Cody kicks right out.

Cody gets up and ties up with Spyke…

Spyke gets Codys head under his arm to attempt a DDT, but Cody counters it with a Northern Lights Suplex!

1…

Spyke kicks out…

Spyke attempts to kick Cody, but Cody catches it, and Spyke quickly shoots off an enziguri. It doesn’t knock Cody over, but then Spyke kicks Cody in his left calf, then right calf, then attempts a Norris Roundhouse Kick!

When Spyke is turned around for the kick, Cody quickly locks his arms around his waist and does a German suplex!

While Spyke is down on the ground, Cody flips him over, spreads his legs, steps through one, crosses Spykes legs, and flips him over, locking in a SCORPION DEATH LOCK!!!

Spyke is in pain…he bites his hand, just so he can focus on something else besides the pain in his leg...

Cody puts on more pressure…

Spyke’s hand comes out of his mouth and goes up, as if he’s about to tap, but instead it comes back down on the ropes…The ref tells Cody to break the hold, which he promptly does…

Cody gets up, and quickly picks up Spyke on his shoulders….Spyke slides off, jumps up, puts his hands around Cody’s head and knees in his back and falls backwards, hitting a LUNG BUSTER!!!

Spyke quickly pins Cody….

1…Tw…

Cody kicks out, but he’s holding his back…

Spyke does a somersault and lands in a leg drop…Cody moves out of the way and Spyke yells when he lands on his tailbone…

(In the DVD, this portion is skipped over, it is in the ‘Special Features’ section as ‘Spyke Bruises Tailbone’))

Cody grabs Spyke’s hand to try and pick him up to irish whip him, but Spyke doesn’t get up….the ref starts talking to Spyke as Cody starts playing to the audience, trying to keep their interest as the ref starts talking to Spyke…Spyke is nodding, appearing to be saying ‘No, I’m fine’.

(DVD begins again)

Spyke struggles to his feet and Cody whips him into the ropes. When he comes back, Cody hits him with a quick knee-smash facecrusher.

Spyke gets up slowly again, and Cody bounces off the ropes and comes at him, Spyke hits him with the Norris out of nowhere!!!!!

With Cody on the ground, Spyke locks in a single-leg boston crab…

Cody manages to slip out of it quickly, but Spyke just as quickly jumps up and comes back down on Cody with a knee drop…

Spyke then gets up and does a sloppy standing shooting star press, pinning Cody…

1…2…

Cody kicks out.

Spyke climbs to the top turnbuckle and just as quickly comes back down for a swandive headbutt!

Spyke pins Cody again…

1…2…

Cody kicks out…

Spyke stands up and tugs a chunk of his hair out...then undoes the top button of his pants and reaches down to start scratching himself...preparing for the Stank claw....

When his hand comes near Cody’s face, Cody grabs his arm to stop it from coming to close...he has a disgusted look on his face....he quickly boots Spyke in the gut, gets behind him, locks in a sleeper, and hits the RAGE OF THE DRAGONS!

Cody pins Spyke....

1...2...

Spyke gets a foot on the ropes...

Bogard starts slamming his hand in anger which is a bit out of character, but after what happened earlier with Sofia, maybe his mind is elsewhere. While he turns his attention over to try to pull up Spyke by his hair, Gein fights back with a headbutt to the stomach halting Cody’s action. Off his knees, Spyke launches another headbutt to the mid-section, then throws a third one to stun Cody just enough as he scrambles over like a green rat to the turnbuckle, ascending to the top and diving off the top, landing on Bogard’s back with a double stomp across the back. The Openweight champ is screaming in pain and arching his back, rolling to the side as he reaches his hand over to his back, only for Spyke to move the hand away and rolling Cody onto his stomach, placing his knees on top of Cody’s back and locking in a rather odd version of a Boston Crab with Spyke slightly bouncing off Bogard’s back with each pull of the legs to drive his knees into the back. Cody is screaming in more pain as he bangs his arms in agony but not giving up as he goes for a reach but can’t get far due to Spyke being on top of him. All of the sudden Spyke lets go of one leg and turns the Boston Crab to a Single Leg Crab, but presses his knee on Cody’s back, turning slightly while using his free hand to pull Cody’s head up by the hair in a show of disrespect. Bogard doesn’t take it lightly one bit as he makes a fighting effort and wiggles his way over just enough to reach the ropes and grab hold, which makes referee Fairborn to start his DQ count… 1…2…3…4… Spyke releases at the last moment to avoid losing his chance to win the title. Gein drags Cody away from reach of the ropes by his feet, flipping him over to his back and flipping into a Prawn Hold Bridge pin…

1… 2… 2.5…

Cody kicks out while dealing with the pain due to the earlier submissions. Spyke starts backing away a little bit as he stalks Cody and waiting for him to get to his knees. Watching Cody get to one knee and in position, Spyke winds up and goes for The Norris, but Cody gets the jump on Gein and nails him with a Legsweep, tripping him flat onto his back. The Openweight champ struggles a little to return to his feet, using the ropes to hurry over behind a rising Spyke, quickly locking both of his arms in a dual half nelson and half tiger hold. Gein tries to fight back by kneeling to one knee, but Cody turns it into his advantage by pressing down on his neck with the half nelson hold and getting in some knee strikes to the back. After a few strikes, the Burning Avenger pulls Spyke back up with the half tiger hold, leaping up to rest his knees behind Spyke and comes crashing down with the Haruno Buster. The Super Sexy Soldier starts flopping around like a fish out of water after the impact from the previous strikes and move. Bogard looks over to the outside while throwing his fist into the air to a big reaction by the fans at ringside. Cody makes his way outside to the ring apron and stands there in wait for Spyke to slowly return to his feet with his back facing the Openweight champ, turning his body around and getting leveled with a springboard dropkick. Getting his momentum back, he starts smiling and quickly makes his climb up the turnbuckle, slowly standing tall while keeping balance and raising his arms high, diving as far as he can and crushing Gein with a frog splash. Cody rolls to a sitting position, feeling some of the pain now affecting him which is preventing him from making the immediate pin cover attempt. After a few seconds, Cody manages to block out the pain and throws his body on top of Spyke to make the cover as Roger makes his dive and starts his count…

1… 2… 2.75…

Spyke kicks out just at the nick of time, catching his breath while Cody rolls off in disappointment and the fans letting out a collective groan. Bogard grabs hold of Spyke’s pants from behind to help himself up and throwing his arms around his waist to go for a german suplex, but Gein gets a leg around one of Cody’s to block the attempt, throwing elbows behind him and striking Bogard’s head, releasing the hold as the Super Sexy Soldier spins around and sweeps Cody off his feet with a Tachi-Waza style judo throw. Spyke ends up just randomly throwing a bunch of martial art moves and going to a crane pose, to a hail of boos from the audience, only for Spyke to answer back in his own insane way, “You wish you had my kind of moves. I’m able to kill a bear with my toe alone.” Cody gets to a knee, only to get struck in the chest with a kick by Spyke, making the Avenger gasp for air while coming up leaning over to catch his breath. Spyke winds up again and lands another two strikes across Cody’s midsection, having him leaned over just enough as Gein slightly bounces off the ropes and drops an axe kick across the back of Bogard’s head. Quickly Spyke scurries over on top of Cody and goes into a flurry of stomps on his back acting like a green leprechaun, jumping high and coming down with a double stomp on the back of Bogard. Spyke moves over in front of Cody as he walks back a few steps to allow the Openweight champ to get back to his feet, Spyke backflips towards Cody and knocks him towards the corner with the Nike-a-go-go. Cody is left leaning back in the corner, Gein makes his way outside the ring and reaches underneath the ring to search for something, pulling out a bag labeled “Spyke’s Toys” opening the bag and pulling out some barbed wire. The Super Sexy Soldier slips back in with barbed wire in hand about to wrap his thigh with it but Roger hurries over and warns Spyke to not use the barbed wire or he’ll be disqualified. Spyke starts arguing with Roger over the barbed wire, just to realize that he doesn’t want to lose the chance to win more gold and sadly for him, decides to unwrap the barbed wire from his thigh. Spyke turns his attention back over to Cody and goes for a wireless Taco Fusion 42, but Cody quickly moves out of the way to send Spyke crashing into the corner. Gein grins in pain while rolling off the ground to his feet, looking around for Cody who comes running in and leaps up and drills Spyke with a back brain kick. The Burning Avenger looks over at Spyke face down on the mat as he makes his way over Spyke and makes a quick throat slash motion as he wraps his arms around Gein’s waist and lifts him to his feet, shifting his arms into a full nelson hold but now shifting Spyke’s hands so they’re now pressed behind his own head, Cody grabbing hold of his wrists while keeping the hold locked in, sending Spyke crashing to the mat head and neck first with the NEO DEADLY RAVE!!! Bogard bridges the hold for a pin attempt…

1… 2… 2.5… 2.9…

Spyke kicks out at the last second to the surprise of the fans, but Cody doesn’t look all that upset, feeling that the end is getting closer. Bogard pulls Spyke to his feet by his hair, Cody running to the ropes and comes right at Spyke for the Excal…. But Spyke leaps into the air and catches the Openweight champ with a hurricarana. Spyke is slow to come to his feet, grabbing hold of his neck and rubbing it a little, crawling over to Cody and throws a quick headbutt to his midsection to halt his rising, grabbing hold of Cody’s arm and irish whips him to the ropes, catching him on the way back with a cross body block. Spyke rolls back to his feet and starts to “power himself up” by bashing his own head with his fists, waiting for Cody to fully stand and begins striking him with alternating kicks to the calves, but appears to do nothing to the Openweight champion. Spyke switches to kicks to the chest and midsection to soften him up a bit, getting Bogard to lean forward, Gein winds up for The Norris, but Cody ducks the kick and nearly knocks Spyke out cold with a spinning back fist to the head. The Burning Avenger starts screaming loud and throws his right arm into the air and makes his way to the ropes, standing nearby awaiting Spyke to get to his feet. The Super Sexy Soldier looks around holding his face wondering what the hell hit him and noticing that Cody isn’t in front of him, Spyke turns around….. EXCALIBUR SLASH BY THE BURNING AVENGER!!!!!! The fans go crazy for the Openweight champion nearly beheading Spyke with the vicious lariat, Cody feeling completely psyched pulls Spyke back to his feet by his hair and reaches near his waist, lifting Spyke up into an Atlantida submission, stretching his body for a couple seconds, crossing Spyke’s legs and swings his body around, drilling him face first into the canvas with the MAELSTROM OVERDRIVE!!!!!!!!!! Cody rolls Spyke onto his back and hooks his leg for the cover as Roger comes in to make the count…

1… 2… 3!!!

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!

*Cody rises to his feet looking at the cheering fans, Roger Fairborn coming towards him with the Openweight title and hands it over to Bogard.*

Roselyn: You’re winner of the match and STILL GWA Openweight Champion, The Burning Avenger, CODY BOGARD!!!

*Roger raises Cody’s hand to the pleasure of the fans in attendance. Cody makes his way towards the cameraman and looks into the camera with something to say “AOA, THIS IS FAR FROM OVER!!! TWILIGHT TOKYO ROSE……. GET READY TO ENTER YOUR VERY OWN PERSONAL HELL!!!” Cody quickly slides out of the ring and makes his way to the back, oddly not taking time to celebrate with the fans in order to check on the condition of his fallen teammate and friend.*

Roselyn: “The following contest is a Canadian Deathmatch with a sixty minute time limit! There will be no pinfalls. The match will continue until one man is unable to answer the referee’s ten-count, is declared unable to continue, or quits. There are no disqualifications. Your referee is Peter London.”

The crowd is hot for the return of Roy Chambers to singles competition, especially against such a hated man as Killa Kal. Some rowdy cheers and whistles of excitement quickly shift to boos as the lights in the arena immediately dim and the entrance flashes and sparkles as the opening sounds of "Many Men" from 50 Cent booms out through the speakers, almost moving the arena. The strobe lights flicker on and off, lighting up the stage with flashes of white. The lights on the side of the curtain up on the stage twinkle almost like diamonds. The fans are rained on with a storm of red confetti. Two backstage crew members run from behind the curtains, rolling out what seems to be a mile long, red carpet that stops at the ring. For the viewers at home, their screen cuts down to a widescreen view, much like those for movies in theaters.

Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see
I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
And niggaz trying to take my life away
I put a hole in ***** for ********’ with me
My back on the wall, now you gon' see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
Cause I'll come and take your life away

To the crowd's dismay, Killa K comes outs from behind the curtains, accompanied by his gorgeous girlfriend, Lana, to overwhelming, ear-deafening boos, wearing his signature all black hoodie, black, baggy pants, and matching black Air Force Ones. A crowd of photographers swarm him in a giant crowd, taking photos of his picture perfect looks as Roselyn announces his presence.

Roselyn: “First, he is accompanied by Lana. He is currently residing in Hollywood, California, weighing in at 270 pounds, he is the Hollywood Highlight, KILLA KAL!!! “

His brown eyes roam the crowd in attendance for the show. The crowd stands up on their feet, greeting him, and not with cheers, but with a shower of jeers. Killa takes a few steps up, searching the crowd through his tinted glasses, not even caring about this type of reception from the crowd, but actually loving every second of it. A small smirk springs across his face. He throws his arms up in the air, he breathes in the fresh air and pulls his hood back, showing off his long hair. He begins to walk forward with his lady latched on to the side of his arm, her hand pulling up his hoodie to reveal his rock hard abs as she rubs all over them with a hint of lust in her eyes. They make their way to the GWA ring, laughing at the crowd along the way, prepared for the battle ahead of him.

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me

Killa strides past the booing fans, stopping at the steel steps. The darling Lana removes his tinted glasses from his face and his hoodie from his body. She kisses him passionately and wildly before walking over to the side. Killa walks up the steel steps, walking along the apron, standing up on the second turnbuckle. He raises his head, closing his eyes and breathing in the electricity and ignoring the thousands of boo's. He enters the ring going through the middle rope. Once in the squared circle Killa takes another moment to look at the crowd. He walks past the ref and steps up on the second rope on the upper right turnbuckle, throwing his right arm up in the air again, getting another reaction from the huge audience. He steps down and goes to the left turnbuckle opposite of the one he was on, repeating the same taunt. Killa jumps down from that turnbuckle and turns to face the entrance, waiting for his opponent. He looks down at his new tattoo that covers his shoulder and the left side of his chest, looking around at the crowd with his eyes squinted. Lana steps into the ring, bending over in front of Kal as he yanks her back up by her long black hair, kissing each other again. A sense of satisfaction comes across his face as she leaves the ring and his entrance theme fades out.

The crowd has begun a “CHAM-BERS!” chant, pounding the barriers and clapping in time, all eyes turned toward the curtain. A veil of black quickly sweeps over the fans in attendance. There is a pause for a moment of two, but two silence is broken by a steady bassline floating out over the arena. The fans begin to cheer as they have little doubt as to who's music this belongs to. The bass is accompanied by an organ, but as soon as the bass is returned to dominance, a spotlight falls on the beginning of the entrance aisle, resting on a new curtain which proudly boasts the Chambers Family Broken Heart Crest. The fans begin to yell and cheer wildly as the lyrics begin and Roy Chambers, Chamber Maids at his side, bursts though the curtain following the first line.

The light in the window is a crack in the sky....
A stairway to heaven in the blink of an eye....
I look to your tears to know she'll never be coming back....
The man in the dark will bring another attack....

Chambers is clad in his trademark sunglasses, and garbed in a long, glossy, sleeveless longcoat, decorated with a purple design pattern flowing around the length of the coat. Roy slowly makes his way down the entrance aisle with a cocky smile that seems to reflect his entire demeanor. He pays no attention to the fans screaming at him from not three feet away. As he reaches the base of the ring, he tilts his head up and slightly spreads his arms, cuing the Maids to remove his coat and shades. As they place it on the time-keeper's table, Roy stands on the ring apron, looking out into the sea of fans.

Roselyn: “And his opponent…From the Isle of Gambino, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds, he is the Heartbreaker…ROY CHAMBERS!!!”

Your mama told you that you're not supposed to talk to strangers.
Look in the mirror, tell me, do you think your life's in danger?
NO MORE TEARS!

Chambers leads the fans in an interjection of "No More Tears" as the Chamber maids climb onto the apron on either side of Roy. They each lie back along the second rope, holding onto the top rope while pushing it up with their leg nearest to the crowd, using the other for balance, allowing Roy room to move comfortably into the ring. Roy ducks under the top rope and enters the ring as the Maids drop to the floor. Roy takes the time out of his choreographed entrance to ascend the turnbuckle and deliver some not-so-casual fan interaction, the nice guy that he is.

Another day passes as the light closes in...
The red light goes on to say it's time to begin...
I see the man around the corner waiting there he's singing,
I close my eyes and I can hear the sounds of someone screaming....
NO MORE TEARS!

Again, Chambers leads the crowd in a chant of No More Tears before hopping off the apron and going to one knee in the center of the ring as high-pitched violins take the place of Ozzy's vocals. The lights die out and the arena is cast in darkness again until the song finishes. When the lights come back up, Roy is lounging provocatively against the corner opposite Kal, eye contact unbroken between the GWA superstar and the Apostle. London steps forward to check if both men are ready, then calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

CHAMBERS RUNS ACROSS THE RING AND DELIVERS A YAKUZA KIIIIICK!!! The crowd jumps to its feet at the sudden start of the match, already loving it. Kal stumbles out of the corner, dazed and trying to get his bearings, but Chambers quickly pulls him into a Front Facelock and gives him a SNAP SUPLEX INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!!! Kal tumbles out of the ring to avoid any further punishment, and the crowd is pounding the barriers in appreciation of the sudden attack by Chambers. The Heartbreaker climbs up in the corner, addressing the crowd cockily. “This is my ring! This is my company! I made GWA! ******** this Mr. T pretender!” As Kal slowly gets up to his feet on the outside, Chambers finishes climbing up onto the top rope, steadies himself, then JUMPS OFF TO DELIVER A DOUBLE STOMP TO THE OUTSIDE!!! “HOLY s**t! HOLY s**t!” is the main chant accompanying the suicide dive, the fans already at a boiling point for the unexpected domination by the Heartbreaker.

The chant is replaced by “CHAM-BERS!” as Roy gets up to his feet, heading to the corner and climbing up onto a steel chair near the corner to set one foot on the barricade. The GWA fans adoringly pat his legs, looking for high-fives, but Roy, ever the a*****e, simply announces “You’re ******** welcome!” Kal has gotten up by this point, but he’s barely aware of what’s going on, and Chambers is able to get down from his chair and fold it up to deliver a blow right into Kal’s mid-section. Kal doubles over and drops down to one knee while Chambers tosses the chair into the ring, but as Chambers goes to lift the Hollywood Highlight back up, he connects with a Eurocut! Chambers way too fired up now to get deterred by one strike, however, and he responds with a hard forearm to the jaw that sends Kal stumbling away, only to get a kick right to the back of the head. Kal tries to get away from the Heartbreaker, needing some time to recover and get his bearings, but Chambers is right after him, grabbing him from behind and ramming Kal headfirst into the ringpost! Kal falls against the barrier, reeling, and Chambers unloads on him with a stiff kick to the chest, only to receive another powerful Eurocut from the Highlight. This one actually manages to get Chambers off his game a bit, the Heartbreaker stumbling away and holding onto his jaw. Kal turns and sees Chambers’s longcoat laying on the timekeeper’s table and quickly grabs it, stretching it out in both hands and CHOKING CHAMBERS FROM BEHIND WITH HIS OWN LONGCOAT!!! The Heartbreaker clutches at the obviously-expensive and high-quality fabric, kicking his legs out and trying to avoid suffocating and tearing his beloved wardrobe. Finally, Kal shoves Chambers forward into the barrier and throws Roy’s longcoat down on the ground to a massive wave of boos.

Kal walks over to the other side of the ringside area to take a breather, having earned himself some time with that last attack. Chambers reels for a few moments along the barrier, but then recovers enough to crawl over to his longcoat, holding it up in his arms like a fallen comrade. “KAL, YOU SON OF A b***h! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!” the Heartbreaker roars before handing the sacrificed longcoat over to one of the Chambermaids and going under the ring apron. He emerges with two more steel chairs, which he throws into the ring, before Kal approaches. But CHAMBERS COMES BACK UP WITH AN EXTRA RING ROPE! The crowd is going nuts at this crazy find beneath the ring, and Kal takes a step back, unsure of what the ******** to do. “NOW YOU’RE GONNA GET CHOKED!” cries Chambers as he tries to wrap the ring rope around Kal’s throat. The Highlight fends him off for a short time, but Chambers manages to grab the end of the rope and bash him with the turnbuckle on the end of it! Kal stumbles back into the corner of the ring barriers, slumped against them, and Chambers gathers up the rope to hold the two turnbuckle ends out like a lance. “I’M GONNA SKEWER YOU ALIVE!” yells Chambers as he charges forward, but KAL DODGES! Chambers slams into the ring barrier and drops the rope, only for Kal to grab him from behind and throw him head-first right back into the steel. <********!” exclaims Kal in exasperation, not having been prepared for this kind of fight from Chambers. “You really like your clothes, huh, fool?” the Highlight taunts as he picks Chambers up and hits him with another Eurocut. Chambers responds with a chop, but another Eurocut throws him off his attack. Kal goes to whip him back into the barricade, but Chambers reverses and sends Kal into the barrier instead! Chambers goes right after Kal, this time picking him up and rolling him back into the ring. The Heartbreaker follows after him, getting up and selecting one of the chairs he had tossed in earlier. Kal is up to his feet just in time to receive a CHAIR SHO-NO! Kal interrupts Chambers with a boot to the gut, making Chambers drop the chair. Kal goes to work with some Eurocuts, but Chambers responds with hard chops that send Kal back into the corner, and Chambers climbs up on the second rope to start throwing right hands into Kal’s head! “One, two, three, four…” the crowd counts along with the punches, but Chambers goes way above the expected ten, breaking twenty before Kal finally slumps down to a seated position in the corner. Chambers jumps down and delivers an extra stiff kick right into Kal’s face and mid-section, the crowd loving every second of the Apostle getting beat down. “This is what passes for main-eventers now?” yells Chambers. “Get up, Isaac Hayes, I’m not ******** done yet!”

Kal does make it up to his feet, and Chambers dashes forward to give him another YAKUZA KII-NO! Kal grabs Chambers and throws him up over the ropes, with the Heartbreaker landing behind him on the apron. Kal turns and hits Chambers with a hard right hand, and Chambers responds with a forearm, only to get a Eurocut to the jaw. Chambers almost tips back off the apron, but leans forward to try and ram his shoulder into Kal’s mid-section through the ropes, only to get a knee to the face! Kal reaches over the ropes and pulls Roy into a Front Facelock, looking like he’s going to suplex him back into the ring, but Chambers ties his leg up in the ropes to block it. Roy throws a forearm into Kal’s gut, then reaches up to counter it, SUPLEXING KAL OUTSI-NO! Kal blocks it himself, only to get another forearm right into his head. Kal stumbles back from the ropes a step, and Roy takes the opportunity to fling himself up over the ropes for a Blockbuster Neckbrea-NO! KAL TURNS AND PULLS HIM DOWN IN THE MOB!!! Chambers flops over to one side, and Kal pushes himself into another corner, motioning for the ref to begin the count. “1…2…3…” Chambers begins to stir, and Kal leaves the corner to pick up a chair for insurance. “5…6…” Chambers makes it up to one knee, pushing himself up to a vertical base only to receive a blow to his stomach from the chair. The Heartbreaker doubles over, and Kal slams the chair down into Chambers’s back, sending him crashing down to the mat once again as the crowd unleashes a torrent of boos.

Chambers doesn’t stay down long enough for London to start the count, but he’s obviously in pain now, his momentum from the early portion of the match quickly fading. Kal stalks him with the chair, waiting for Chambers to get back up to his feet, then swinging in with a CHAIR SHO-NO! Chambers grabs the chair to blocks it and kicks Kal in the stomach, allowing him to pull the chair away and deliver his own CHAIR SHO-NO! Kal does the same thing, grabbing the chair, and then SHOVING IT BACK INTO ROY’S FACE! Chambers drops to the canvas as the Highlight steps over him and slams the chair down into Chambers’s chest, leaving it laying on top of him. Kal looks out over the crowd, slowly reaching up and pulling off his wristband, a chorus of boos accompanying the set-up to the biggest “******** Indy” move in all of wrestling. Kal runs to the right ropes, coming off of them and jumping over Roy’s motionless body, coming back off the opposite set of ropes and stopping himself just short of Chambers, casually brushing his shoulder off before dropping the HOLLYWOOD ELBOW INTO THE CHAIR!!! Kal rolls off of Chambers, clutching his arm, but clearly the Heartbreaker has received the brunt of the damage, rolling over onto his side and crying out in pain, possibly having received some damage to his ribs on that one. Kal ignores the pain in his arm long enough to pull himself to his feet with the ropes so that London can begin the count. “1…2…3…” Chambers shows no signs of getting up yet. “4…5…” Roy starts to push himself up now, seeming to be wincing with every inward breath. “6…7…” Roy gets up to one knee. “8…” Chambers shoves himself up to his feet, then immediately falls against the ropes to keep himself up.

Kal, meanwhile, has taken another one of the chairs in the ring and stood it up in the middle of the canvas. He grabs the Heartbreaker by his silky locks and pulls him over toward the chair, facing away from it and hauling him up on his shoulders for a SAMOAN DROP ON THE CHAI-NO! Chambers slips off Kal’s shoulders and shoves him into the nearby corner chest-first. The Heartbreaker takes a second to steady himself as Kal turns around, then runs up the ropes for the RC ENZUIGI-NO! KAL DROPS HIM OUT OF THE CORNER WITH A SPINEBUSTER! Kal walks out of the corner with a cocky strut, casually kicking Chambers in the head as he passes. The Heartbreaker pushes himself into the corner to try and recover quickly, but he ends up slumping down to a seated position against the turnbuckles, only able to avoid starting the ref’s count. Kal walks across the ring to the opposite corner, then cocks his arm and charges forward to deliver a CORKSCREW EUROCUT IN THE CORNER! Chambers is barely with it at this point, rolling his head from side to side and trying to keep his wits together, but Kal quickly gets up and wedges a chair against his torso and face. “Here, hold this, *****,” says Kal, backing up again to deliver a CORKSCREW EUROCUT INTO THE CHAIR!!! Kal drops to the side, crying out and holding his elbow, but once again the sacrifice of his limb seems to have paid off, as Chambers is unresponsive in the corner.

“1…2…3…” Chambers has the ropes right next to him to help him up, but he barely seems to be able to move at all. “4…5…” The Heartbreaker is just now stirring, weakly pushing the chair off of him and trying to get a grip on the ropes. “6…7…” Chambers starts to push himself up in the corner, almost entirely relying upon the ropes, his legs shaky and his sense of balance entirely gone. “8…9…” Chambers is up, barely beating the count. Kal pulls him out away from the ropes and smashes him with a Eurocut, but Chambers responds with a forearm. It isn’t very powerful at this point, though, and Kal responds by cocking both arms together and rocking him with an Axe Handle Eurocut! Chambers stumbles back into the ropes, and Kal runs off the opposite set, coming in for a LARIATOOOO-NO! CHAMBERS PULLS DOWN THE ROPES AND KAL GOES TUMBLING OUT OF THE RING! Chambers takes a few moments to get a breather, shoving his hair out of his face and getting his legs steady. Once Kal starts standing up on the outside, though, Chambers straightens up and runs across the ring for a TOPE SUICI-NO! Before Chambers can even run to the opposite set of ropes, Kal grabs his legs and pulls them out from under him, sending Chambers into the mat face-first before dragging him out of the ring. The Highlight shoves Chambers down into a Standing Head Scissors, then rolls him up onto his shoulders and POWERBOMBS CHAMBERS INTO THE RING APRON!!!

“HO-LY s**t! HO-LY s**t!” is the predominant cheer as Kal backs off to lean against the guard rail, watching as Chambers weakly writhes on the floor, clutching his back. London looks nervous at this point, ready to call for the bell, but Chambers is already trying to get back up to his feet, although it seems like any movement at all is giving him a great deal of pain. Kal takes care of this for him, however, hauling him up to his feet and slamming him down into a chair set up in the corner. “I’m about done with you, ********!” yells Kal as he backs up several feet, then charges forward for the KA-ME-HA-ME-HA KNEEEEE-NO! Chambers dives to the side and Kal slams into the open chair, banging his knees against the back. The Highlight cries out in pain, now kneeling on the seat of the chair and trying to recover, but Chambers doesn’t give him much time, coming back in with a YAKUZA KIIIIICK! Kal falls off the chair to the floor and Chambers goes on the attack, knowing he has to take this chance for a shift in momentum. But as he lifts Kal up, the Highlight digs a thumb into his eye! Chambers backs off, clutching his face and allowing Kal to pull him back down into a Standing Head Scissors, rolling him up onto his shoulders for a LAST DESTINATION ON THE FLOO-NO! Chambers pushes himself forward off Kal’s shoulders to land behind him, quickly turning around and pulling Kal’s head down for a CARDIAC ARRE-NO! Kal elbows out of it, sending them into Chambers’s kidneys enough for the Heartbreaker to back off and release him. Kal straightens up, cocking his arm and running in for a LARIATOOOO-NO! Chambers ducks it, pulling Kal up into a Full Nelson and hitting a DRAGON SUPLEX ON THE FLOOR!!!

Both men are pretty much spent after that last exchange, though Kal is obviously in way more pain than Chambers. In this match with no disqualifications, London cannot count out the men for being on the outside, but he hops down to try and get both competitors moving again. In doing so, the referee opens himself up to a few thrown bits of trash, the GWA crowd having very low tolerance for their hapless upper card official. Chambers gets up soon enough, however, leaning back against the side of the ring and pressing a hand to his back, trying to work out some of the ache from where he was Powerbombed into the apron just a few minutes ago. He shakes it off once Kal starts stirring, however, grabbing hold of the Highlight and shoving him back into the corner of the barriers to sit on a chair. The Heartbreaker backs up a few steps, sizing up Kal, then runs forward, stepping up for an RC ENZUIGIRI OFF THE BARRIER!!! Both Kal and Chambers collapse down to the floor, Chambers having taken a spill on the hardwood in order to connect the devastating kick, but finding the sacrifice worthwhile, as Kal seems to be out cold. Chambers fights through the pain in his back to get back up and haul Kal up as well, rolling him back in the ring so London can start the count. “1…2…3…” Kal shows no signs of getting up. “4…5…6…” Still nothing! “7…” Kal reaches up one arm to grab the bottom rope, weakly striving to get some leverage. “8…” The Canvas Assassin lets out a cry of exertion as he tries to get his legs up under himself. “9…TEN-NO!” Kal manages to haul himself up just in time to avoid the count out. He immediately slumps into the corner, however, unable to remain on his feet.

Chambers is furious at this point, slapping his hands on the ring apron in frustration. Desperate to find something that will put Kal away, Chambers once again goes under the ring. This time, he comes back out with a TABLE! The crowd meets this new development with excited cheers, salivating at the thought of Kal getting driven through the unforgiving wood. The Heartbreaker sets it up outside the ring near Kal’s corner, Kal turning around to face the ropes in order to see what’s happening. Chambers greets his curiosity with a stiff kick to the head, the crowd fired up now as Chambers drags Kal’s barely-moving carcass out under the bottom rope and onto the table. Roy climbs up on the apron, raising one arm in an assurance of victory. However, Lana tries to stop Chambers’s march to victory, coming over to the table and trying to pull her dazed boyfriend off of it. Chambers snaps his leg out and tries to push her away with his boot, Lana quickly backing off to avoid one of Chambers’s dangerous kicks, but calling out to Kal to try and get him to realize the danger he’s in. Chambers wastes no more time, starting to climb into the ring, but Kal suddenly reaches out and grabs his leg! The Highlight rolls over off the table with a surge of energy, getting both hands on Roy’s leg now and wrenching him back out through the ropes and off the apron. Chambers manages to remain on his feet, getting free of Kal’s grasp, but Kal quickly grabs him by the head and rams him into the ringpost. Now Chambers is the one that’s barely conscious as Kal pulls him back over and lays him on the table. The crowd is a sea of boos at this point, and it only gets worse as Kal climbs up onto the apron, then keeps climbing up the nearest turnbuckles. He sets himself up on the top one, turning to face out towards Chambers, who shows no signs of moving off the table. Lana has a terrified look on her face that matches the GWA fans’, although their fear is reserved for the Heartbreaker. Kal straightens up on the top rope, balancing himself, then jumps forward and flips back…THAT ***** CRAZY!!! HE CRUSHES CHAMBERS THROUGH THE TABLE!!!

Screams of horror come from Lana, the Chambermaids, and a good portion of the audience, everyone trying to get a better look at the carnage at ringside. Kal and Chambers lay in the shattered remains of the table, neither one able to move at this point. London seems ready to throw the match out at this point, running over to the timekeeper’s table, but that official is on radio with the back, and relays the message that the match must have a winner. London looks like he has serious misgivings about letting the match go on, but turns and goes to try and get the contest back in the ring where he can at least declare a winner. While the referee was distracted, Lana and the Chambermaids have gone over to help their respective charges, both trying to separate the men from the ruins of the table and get them back up. London chases them away with warnings of sending them to the back, then kneels down to check on both competitors. Kal is a little more responsive, but not by much, and Chambers seems only to be able to groan in pain. Finally, they both start rising around the same time, Chambers using the barrier for help while Kal clutches the ring apron and the bottom rope.

Kal is the first one back in the ring, forcing himself back up to his feet and grabbing one of the chairs littering the ring and setting it up in the center. The Highlight keeps an eye on Chambers as he slowly enters the ring as well, but the Heartbreaker isn’t able to make it off the canvas yet, working off pure adrenaline and instinct at this point. Kal picks up another chair and sets it up facing the first one, both seats set end-to-end. The crowd is definitely worried now, knowing that Chambers likely won’t recover from another big move when Kal won’t have to sacrifice his own health to perform it. Kal now goes to Chambers and pulls him up to his feet in a Front Facelock, dragging him over to the chairs. The Highlight looks out over the crowd, gloating almost, seeming to savor the moment before he destroys a GWA legend. Finally, Kal reaches down to clutch one of Chambers’s wrists behind his leg, lifting him up for a FUTURESEX/LOVEDRIVER THROUGH THE CHAAAAIIIIRRRR-NO! Chambers swings back down before Kal can get him up in the Fireman’s Carry position, throwing a knee into Kal’s gut, then another, and another, until the Highlight loosens the Front Facelock. Chambers pulls his head out of it, then throws a heavy chop to Kal’s chest, stunning him long enough for Chambers to take a step back and swing a high kick right up into the side of Kal’s skull. The Highlight remains on his feet, but is definitely dazed, and Chambers goes in for the kill, pulling him down in a double underhook and lifting him up for a BLUES BREAKER THROUGH THE CHAAAAIIIIRRRS!!!

“HOLY s**t! HOLY s**t! HOLY s**t!” The chant seems to go on forever as the two competitors lay prone on the mat, the crowd pounding the barriers and cheering wildly for Chambers’s counter for what was sure to be a win for Kal. The question is now whether that was enough to put the Hollywood Highlight away. Chambers seems to have aggravated his back by lifting up Kal for that last move, and it takes him a while to force himself up to his feet so that London can start the count against Kal. “1…2…3…” Kal rolls towards the ropes, knowing that he won’t be able to make it up on his own power after that. “4…5…6…” The Highlight just now reaches them, hauling himself up with all his strength. “7…8…” The crowd boos loudly, hoping that they can will the Apostle back down to the mat. “9…” Before Kal can even make it all the way up to his feet, however, Chambers has grabbed him, dragging him back out towards one of the chairs, which hasn’t been buckled from the impact of the last move. “******** this, I’m killing this loser!” Roy bends Kal backwards over the chair, setting him up in an Inverted Facelock and throwing up one arm. “Say goodnight, Mr. T!” CARDIAC ARREST ON THE CHAI-NO! Kal twists around in Roy’s hold, turning himself around and wrapping his arms around Chambers, lifting him up to PLANT HIM THROUGH THE CHAIR WITH A SPINEBUSTER!!!

The crowd is terrified that the Heartbreaker may have been crippled by that last attack, and Roy’s motionless heap of a body on the mat only builds on their fears. Kal drops down to one knee and uses an arm to steady himself, exhausted after this brutal contest. London begins a count for Chambers. “1…2…3…” Suddenly, Kal gets up to his feet and shoves London away! The referee and the crowd are shocked at the Highlight’s action, but Kal explains himself: “No! Not that way!” Kal reaches down and undoes his belt, pulling it out of his pants! “Don’t get up, Chambers! KILLA KAL HAS TO CHOKE A b***h!” Kal kneels down over the Heartbreaker, taking the belt and wrapping it around Chambers’s neck! London immediately gets in to try and stop Kal, but the Highlight shoves him away, yelling at him that this is a no DQ match. Chambers weakly tries to get his guard up, but he can barely move anything after all the damage to his back. Kal finishes getting the belt looped around Chambers’s neck, then rolls them both over so Roy is on top, LOCKING IN THE GAMBINO ROYALE WITH A BELT!!!

Kal pulls the belt tighter with the arm performing the Guillotine Choke section of the hold, cutting off Chambers’s circulation and preventing him from escaping with a body scissors. Chambers flails his one free arm, but the movement isn’t helping him much, and it only seems to make quicker the effects of the hold. Soon, that arm slows, and after a few more moments, it comes to rest on the canvas. London has been trying to break up the hold since Kal brought out his belt, but the Highlight now yells at the ref to check for consciousness in Chambers. London immediately obeys, wanting to stop the match before anyone is permanently injured, and lifts up Chambers’s arm…to watch it fall limply once. The crowd is tense now, wanting to see Chambers revive, but also not wanting the legend to get brain damage from this terrifying variation of the hold. London lifts up Chambers’s arm again…and it falls a second time! Kal tightens the hold, grimacing with either exertion or victory (or both), as London lifts Chambers’s arm…AND IT DROPS A THIRD TIME!!! LONDON CALLS FOR THE BE-

“NOOOOOOO!!!” the cry comes from Roy Chambers himself, who has revived before London can stop the match. The crowd explodes with cheers at the return of the legend, and Chambers now begins to try and power out of the hold. There isn’t a lot he can do with one arm hooked, however, and flailing the other one doesn’t seem to be getting him anywhere. Kal tries harder to cinch the belt tighter, but the Heartbreaker shifts himself up, pushing to get his feet under him…AND THEN THROWS KNEE STRIKES INTO KAL’S UNPROTECTED GROIN!!! The Highlight cries in pain, trying to break off the body scissors and get some protection, but he finally has to let go of the hold to save his own future progeny. Chambers immediately rolls to the side and out of the ring, gasping for air, loosening the belt off his neck. Luckily for him, Kal needs as much time to recover as he does, the Highlight rolling over to the corner where Lana tries to administer some care and massage out the pain. Chambers hauls himself up to his feet with the help of the ring apron, tearing the belt off his neck and folding it over itself. The Heartbreaker slides back into the ring just as Kal is starting to get up, but Roy keeps him down by WHIPPING HIM WITH THE BELT! Chambers goes to town on Kal’s back and sides, cracking the leather across his skin repeatedly. Kal tries to defend himself, but Chambers keeps targeting different parts of his body. “WHAT’S YOUR NAME?! WHAT’S YOUR ******** NAME?!” screams Chambers, the crowd responding with wild cheers for the most part, although one guy near the camera says to his friend, “Wow, that’s actually really inappropriate.”

Chambers receives no answer from Kal, so he drops the belt and hauls the Highlight up to his feet, throwing in a kick to his face for good measure in the process. Kal is dazed, barely able to stay up on his feet, and Chambers takes the opportunity to run to the ropes and come back with a YAKUZA KIIICK! Kal falls into the ropes, but stays on his feet, just barely. Chambers goes back to the opposite ropes, and Kal pushes himself to stand up straight only to get ANOTHER YAKUZA KIIIIIICK! Kal STILL won’t go down, but he barely seems to know where he is after getting his head targeted thrice in such a short span of time. Chambers slaps his arm to telegraph what should be the final blow, whipping himself around to throw a DISCUS LARIATOOOOOOOOO-NOOOOO!!! KAL BLOWS CHAMBERS AWAY WITH THE BIG BANG ATTAAAAAAAAACK!!! The Heartbreaker tumbles to the mat like his bones have disappeared, crumpled in a heap on the canvas. Kal doubles over breathing hard and trying to regain his composure, still pretty dazed from the Yakuza Kicks. The crowd hates this new development, booing loudly as London starts the count out. “1…2…3…” Chambers shows no signs of movement, but Kal walks over to retrieve his belt! “4…5…” Chambers weakly rolls over to his side, but can’t seem to coordinate his movements to even start getting up. Meanwhile, Kal takes the belt and wraps it around his hand, twisting it up so that the buckle is resting over his knuckles. “6…7…8…” Chambers gets his arms under himself to start pushing himself up, but unexpectedly receives help up to his feet from Kal! “Come on, Roy...I’ve got something for you,” says the Hollywood Highlight, allowing Chambers to get his footing before he steps back.

The Heartbreaker looks confused, seeming to barely know where he is, and Kal doesn’t help matters when he THROWS A JAB TO THE FACE WITH THE BUCKLE KNUCKLE! Chambers stumbles backwards, clutching his cheekbone, a huge red mark already darkening there. KAL THROWS ANOTHER JAB WITH THE BUCKLE KNUCKLE! Chambers’s eyebrow gets busted open with that punch, blood streaming down over his pretty face, but the Heartbreaker is somehow on his feet still, albeit woozy and seemingly unable to counter this brutal offence from the Highlight. Kal steps back, sizing Chambers up. “You challenged the wrong *****, Chambers!” KAL THROWS A HAYMAYKER WITH THE BUCKLE KNUCKLE…BUT CHAMBERS CATCHES HIS ARM AND FLINGS HIMSELF UP TO LOCK IN THE TRIANGLE CHOOOOOOOOOOKE!!! The crowd loses its mind at this desperation counter from Chambers. Kal is entirely caught off-guard, and now finds himself locked into the sleeper-like maneuver with all of Chambers’s weight pulling down on his head, neck, and shoulder. The crowd is universally standing, cheering wildly and watching as Kal tries to pull out of the move, only to slowly drop down to one knee, losing energy with each second of struggling. Chambers is fighting for his life to keep the move locked in, the physical exertion clear as he resists all of Kal’s attempts to break it. Kal seems to be fading fast, to the crowd’s joy, and soon he goes limp. London quickly comes over to lift his arm to check for consciousness…and Kal grabs on to the ref! London tries to pull away, but Kal’s grip is too strong, and the Highlight uses London as leverage to pull himself back up to his feet! With his feet under him, Kal is able to shuffle over and grab the ropes with his free arm…BUT CHAMBERS DOESN’T RELEASE THE HOLD!

“What are you going to do, disqualify me?!” shouts Chambers, and the crowd loves it. London, of course, can do nothing to enforce the rope break, as he is unable to disqualify either competitor. Kal looks desperate now, losing consciousness fast and unable to get out of the hold. Finally, in a last act of desperation, KAL DIVES OUT THROUGH THE ROPES! Chambers comes with him, but can’t maintain the Triangle Choke in the process, and the two men tumble out to the floor, both exhausted after this grueling war. The crowd doesn’t like that Chambers wasn’t able to win with that hold, but know that Kal has to be on his last legs. Roy’s back isn’t feeling great after spilling out of the ring, but he fights through the pain to get back up, grabbing Kal to try and end this match quickly. Kal is practically dead weight at this point, however, and it takes a while for Chambers to haul him up and roll him back into the ring. Chambers quickly slides in after him, then drags Kal to the center of the ring, holding onto his arm as he gets into position near his head. CHAMBERS LOCKS IN ANOTHER TRIANGLE CHOOO-NO! KAL LOW BLOWS HIM WITH THE BELT KNUCKLE! Chambers doubles over, but before he can even fall to the mat, Kal reaches up to pull him down into the GAMBINO ROYALE!!! AND KAL LAYS IN TO CHAMBERS’S UNPROTECTED HEAD WITH THE BELT KNUCKLE!!! Kal foregoes the single underhook to throw punches with the belt buckle still around his fist right into the side of Chambers’s head. Chambers has nowhere to go with the body scissors locked in, and each blow with the belt knuckle makes it harder for him to fight back. Finally, Chambers goes limp, and London quickly calls for the bell, seeing that he has become unresponsive.

Roselyn: “Here is your winner…KILLA KAL!”

Kal doesn’t let up for a few more punches, despite London trying to drag him away, but he finally does release the hold, leaving a battered, mostly-unconscious Chambers on the mat. Kal slowly gets up to his feet, Lana getting in to the ring to support him as “Many Men” begins booming over the sound system. London doesn’t raise Kal’s hand, too focused on checking on Chambers, but Kal doesn’t seem to miss it as Lana does it for him. The gesture is met with a wave of boos almost loud enough to drown out the Apostle’s entrance theme, but Kal only responds with a s**t-eating grin. “Not so much of a ******** legend now, huh?!” he taunts, spitting on Roy before exiting the ring. He and Lana walk triumphantly back as London and the Chambermaids come in to help Roy out. Finally, Chambers does make it up to his feet, the cut over his eye having closed up enough that his face is visible. Chambers sends the referee and the maids away.

Roy Chambers stands in the ring, surrounded by fans, so many of whom have defied him so many times. Now he is merely greeted with warm smiles and cheers. Roy wipes some sweat off of his forehead, and requests a mic. When he gets it, he pauses slowly, then leans against the ropes and begins to speak.

Thank you, thank you... Now, as some of you may have noticed in between hour-long Steve Twist matches and hour-long Dante Cabrell promos, that I haven’t been around much lately. See, at Mutual Reverence, or “The Day The Wrestling Died” as John McLain would call it... I took a pretty nasty spill on my head and shoulder. Then I took another.... and another.... and another.... I don’t really remember too much about it, to tell you the truth.... but what I do remember, quite vividly, is the doctor having the testicular fortitude to interupt what was supposed to be my glorious post-match celebration feast of the Cup-O-Noodles, then turned to comfort food, that I had sustained a minor injury to my shoulder. So I took about a month off, came back, lost some matches, and was re-injured by a six-foot-eight afro who one day woke up and decided to know submissions.

A small Rocker chant sputters on and off, by and large going unnoticed.

Then I was out for a little longer. Once again, I don’t remember much about it, since us Indy wrestlers are basically paid right out of Brianna Rach’s tip-jar, so painkillers are somewhat of a prize in a cracker-jack box. But throughout this second injury, I kept watching. See, I get the DVDs just like you people here, I study the tapes yadda-yadda-yadda... So I watched Steve Twist build up an insurance policy. I saw Darson Grays so frustrated over Dante Cabrell that he sold his personality to the devil to get a win. I saw Killa Kal decide that food-stamps and getting to actually wrestle just weren’t good enough. And I saw Twilight Tokyo Rose take to all that “Paradise Regained” bullshit just as easily as all those kids who think buying a Best Of CM Punk DVD gives them the right to paint X’s on their hands.

And before I go on, I’m sure you all saw Twilight Tokyo Rose’s promo a few shows ago, explaining why she turned her back on Puppet, on the fans, and on the GWA. And it’s the biggest five minutes of bullshit I’ve ever seen. Which ranks it right up there with every Rock Ballad not written by Alice Cooper. She would b***h and have you believe that being a backstage hand in the GWA was some cruel twist of fate, something that had befallen her through no fault of her own... bullshit, flat-chest. Bullshit. As I recall, you GAVE up your spot in the BTWF. You QUIT wrestling. You RETIRED. And rightfully so. Your matches sucked, your name sounds like a track off of a Bon Jovi record, your promos are aimless and self-defeating... as far as I’m concerned you took up wrestling so Wrestling Adonis’ like me would HAVE to touch you. You were miserable backstage because you knew that is exactly where you belonged, and that’s exactly where you should have stayed. Although.... I don’t think that’s exactly true, since you couldn’t do something as simple as pick up some minor detail as the right ******** shampoo. Listen, b***h, I use Suave because it makes my hair smell like a ******** rainbow!! Get it right!!

This endorsment garners some chuckling from the fans in attendance.

And Steve Twist himself? I told you all a show before Mutual Reverence. Hell, I think they even put it on the DVD... that Steve Twist was a manipulator. He’s a pied-piper. He played you all for saps to get over with managment and to get a title shot. I told you he was a complete p***k to the boys in the back, and look where it’s gotten us. Now he’s running around with a group of expatriates still in denial that they have to work for a place that actually, bare with me here, puts on a WRESTLING show and not Sportz Entertainment As Interpreted By Brian Blade. But you know what? I really don’t care. Steve Twist has no intrest in building a wrestling paradise, because he knows there’s no such thing. Wrestling is a horrible business; the pay sucks, most of the fans are retards, the women are as plastic as their tits, and people like Bryan Kutterman survive off of it. What a magical place it is. The Apostles of Unpronounceable can’t change the GWA, and all their doing is letting us in on a cut of their T-Shirt sales. ******** them...

....and while I’m at it, ******** THE GWA!!!

The crowd rises to their feet in jeers and cries of outrage as the classic Heel Smirk wipes itself across the face of Roy Chambers.

That’s right! ******** the GWA! ******** Steve Twist, ******** Cody Bogard, ******** The Rejects, ******** Brianna Rach, ******** The Unholy Meatpuppet, ******** Ice, ******** Hated, ******** Sparco, ******** Soul Survivore, and ******** all of you!

Throughout Roy’s list the booing gets progressively louder until the crowd is in a near frenzy.

You see, something else happened during my time off. Some of my DVDs just happened to float over across the seas, you tools were helpful enough to put some of my matches out on the internet, and both of them fell right into the laps of several noticeable wrestling promoters over in North America, and hell ever a couple in the UK! I wasn’t here because I was planning the ROY CHAMBERS WORLD TOUR. A tour that does NOT include Gaia! See, I’ve done everything in and for this company. I was the first champion, I carried this place on my back when we only had a roster of fifteen people, ten of whom actually showed up half the time. I put on the Match of the Night for seven months straight. And I hold the longest undefeated record of anyone in the GWA! Need I remind you that it was an entire YEAR before Steve Twist finally beat me? I’ve done everything in this company. I built it around myself. And now I really have nothing left to accomplish here. No I’m not getting involved in whatever war you have brewing, because it really doesn’t concern me. I’ve already saved your asses, now learn to walk bitches. LEARN. TO. WALK!

Roy Chambers drops the microphone as he holds up two middle fingers and slowly backs his way out of the ring, surrounded by the largest round of jeering he has ever induced. However, it is suddenly interrupted...

“So are we lost or do we know,
which direction we should go?
Sit around and wait for someone,
To take our hands and lead the way.”

The crowd’s jeers turn to cheers as a very upset Sparco Giliath returns from the back. He marches his way to the ring as the crowd breaks into chants of “Spar-co! Spar-co! Spar-co!” Sparco rolls into the ring as Roy backs off into the corner with a look of “Oh, this will be good...” Sparco rolls into the ring and picks up the microphone.

Roy Chambers... After all of this, after everything I’ve gone through in my relatively short career... I can’t believe the one thing I fought hardest for was to earn your respect. You would call yourself a champion? A patriarch? A hero? And yet this is how you’d treat the GWA, after everything it’s done for you? After everything you’ve done for it? What the ********, man! We’re here fighting for the very soul for the company, and you! Someone who this should mean the most to, someone who has the most to lose from this, you just casually say “******** this, I’m running away to another CONTINENT”!?

Roy Chambers casually walks over, and speaks into the microphone. “Listen, Sparky Plugg, I’m not going to put my career on hold for this place.”

“Oh yeah, because that’s the Roy Chambers we all know... that’s the one we’re going to remember... the greedy, selfish boy, thinks he’s a man, and can only think of himself!”

“I am what I am. Now I don’t want to keep New Jersey waiting, so if you could kindly fast-forward to the part where you make a point... preferably one I’m supposed to care about....”

The mention of New Jersey gets a rise out of the fans as a small “Jersey Sucks!” chant starts to arise and quickly dies down.

“....fine. You want to leave? Go ahead, leave. No one wants you here like this anyway...”

Roy Chambers bows and walks to the end of the ring, steps out of the ropes, and proceeds to make his way down the aisle.

“....but I want one last match!”

Roy stops in his tracks as the crowd gives one of the largest pops of the night. Roy turns, stares at Sparco for a minute before starting to walk back to the ring, grabbing a house mic from the time-keepers table.

“You... you want one last match? Roy Chambers verses Sparco four? Is that what you want” “Yes.” “Uh huh... and you people, is that what you all want to see?” Large pop. “Gotcha....you know what, Sparky? I’d kinda like to see that too. You got it. Roy Chambers.... verses Sparco.... TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS!” The fans give a HUGE pop for the stipulation. “Oh, and Sparco? Terry Funk isn’t going to be able to save you for this one.” Roy drops the mic and slowly makes his way out of the building, leaving Sparco in the ring with his beloved fans....