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Chris Cryptic
 Posted: Jul 3 2018, 10:49 PM
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[We open the show to much fanfare- pyro explodes from a massive stage- it’s IYH with an XWA-sized budget as hundreds of thousands of fans of both promotions scream their little hearts out. There are shirts and signs all indicating which promotion they’re on as we join the announcers at their desk.]

MARK SANCTION:
Ladies and gentlemen, it’s XWA vs. IYHWF- whose side are YOU on? We join you live right now from the Melbourne Cricket Grounds for Worlds Collide and what a show we’ve got for you tonight! I am Mark Sanction, play-by-play for the XWA and I am joined by…

TATS RICHARDSON:
Tats Richardson, color commentator for IYH. I’m a hell of a lot better than his partner Matt Steel and damn pleased I don’t have to spend my night talking to my usual partner Brian Morris.

MARK SANCTION:
Bit of a back-handed compliment.

TATS RICHARDSON:
My opening line was either gone be that or calling you Professor X because of the wheelchair and I think I chose wisely.

MARK SANCTION:
Me too. Anyway, big show ahead of us- champions vs champions, rivalries renewed and matches you never thought possible will finally be possible!

TATS RICHARDSON:
And on top of that, a HUGE 30-Person Worlds Collide Battle Royal where the winner will challenge the main champion of their respective promotion. I look forward to seeing IYH win it.

MARK SANCTION:
Lets not get into playing favorites just yet shall we?

TATS RICHARDSON:
No, lets play favorites- more fun that way. I hope Stella wins so I can drink the tears of all the XWA fans who don’t like her.

MARK SANCTION:
Well it seems we’re about to go backstage briefly so that can wait. Couldn’t have come at a better time- this was getting weird...

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[The office of IYH Owner and promoter Chris Cryptic plays host to...the IYH Owner and promoter Chris Cryptic! Shuffling a few papers at his desk, we hear a knock at the door.]

CHRIS CRYPTIC:
It's open!

[In seconds, the door opens and in swans someone new- Bella Quinn, sole owner of the XWA. Bella has a smile on her face as Cryptic gets up to greet her.]

CHRIS CRYPTIC:
Well, Bella Quinn, what a pleasure!

BELLA QUINN:
Hello Chris. Et's greet tah finally meet ye in person!

CHRIS CRYPTIC:
Thanks! And I have to say, I never expected you to look as lovely as you do tonight.

BELLA QUINN:
Ah, we Scots come in all shapes an' sizes! Careful though, am spoken for!

CHRIS CRYPTIC:
Me too.

BELLA QUINN:
Ah heard. An' don't worry, ah ain't gonnae be making no jokes aboot you and Stella Winters. Am married to a former wrestler me-self.

[They chortle in that way only bosses in high places can chortle.]

CHRIS CRYPTIC:
So, what can I do for you? I thought we'd covered everything on the phone.

BELLA QUINN:
Ah jus' wanted tae say thank ye for lettin' Austin Carter challenge for the Rapid Fire Championship. Ah realise it's a big risk puttin' your title on the line like that knowin' it could end up on XWA television.

[Chris exhales through his nose.]

CHRIS CRYPTIC:
Yeah. Well the trade-off was fair, I thought. I realise Hardcore 24/7 is a staple of XWA programming but I wanna thank you for allowing everyone under the roof tonight- be they XWA OR IYH stars- to fight for the title ALL NIGHT knowing it could end up as a staple of Ruckus if it's lost to an IYH roster member by the end of the night.

BELLA QUINN:
Heh. Well, don't put all your eggs in one basket!

CHRIS CRYPTIC:
We'll see.

BELLA QUINN:
We will. But really, all the best for tonight. An' all the best in the Worlds Collide Battle Royale, too.

CHRIS CRYPTIC:
Well, I might have a few surprises up my sleeve for that one.

BELLA QUINN:
Oh I might have a few surprises there, too. Easy when you've got twennie years worth o' the best wrestlers in the world in ya phone book, eh?

[They chortle again. It's a bit more spiteful this time.]

BELLA QUINN:
Good luck. First crossover of et's kind- lets go make history!

[Bella leaves the office, leaving Chris Cryptic alone once again. We cut back to the announcer's desk, where XWA's Mark Sanction and IYH's Tats Richardson sit by, shocked by what they've just heard.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
Wait a second- HARDCORE 24/7? You mean to tell me the XWA Hardcore Championship is going to be constantly on the line tonight for ALL competitors?

MARK SANCTION:
That's what they said. And as someone who has to deal with it all day back home, I'm expecting the usual mayhem. I just hope we can keep it in XWA...

TATS RICHARDSON:
Oh, you're worried about YOUR title? I'm hoping Bella doesn't have to think of a way to set aside an extra ten minutes on Massacre every week for a Rapid Fire title match!

MARK SANCTION:
Well, anyway, we've a triple threat to kick us off here at Worlds Collide and ladies and gents, it is NEXT!

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[As the announce team finishes up their introduction to the show they are interrupted as “OH I'M A GOOD OL REBEL” by Hoyt Axton begins to play over the PA system. This is immediately met with boos from the Melbourne crowd. The jeers from the crowd get louder as the three members of Southern Hostility make their way out onto the stage. The team immediately makes their way down the ramp and through the isle, showing no reaction to the angry crowd. Once inside the ring, Amanda and Colton each grab a mic. Amanda Hayes speaks first.]

AMANDA HAYES:
It is no secret that Season 2 did not end at all how we wanted it to. We got screwed out of chance to beat the Tag Champs and become the number one contenders for the IYH Tag-Team Titles. From there, we were thrown into clusterfuck match after clusterfuck match. We were put in situations where we didn't even have to factor in the outcome of a match to be denied our spot atop the IYH tag division. Matter of fact, the only good thing about the end of Season 2 is that we didn't have any matches to make and we were able to get the hell out of this piece of shit Country.

[This comment of course brings a whole new level of boos from the sold out crowd. Amanda flippantly rolls her eyes and continues.]

AMANDA HAYES:
Getting the hell out of here and going home is the best thing we could've done. I went back to my Ranch in Texas while Clayton and Colton went home to South Carolina. Being free from all the bullshit that comes with spending more than five minutes in Australia was a welcome change. Being back in a place blessed by God, guns, Southern Pride, and Trump was exactly what we needed. And that brings us to today.

[Hayes shakes her head disapprovingly before moving forward.]

AMANDA HAYES:
Now with the Worlds Collide event tonight and Season 3 right around the corner we had to leave the Southern States and return. I would like to say we are thrilled to be back. I would like to say we missed being in the Country. I would like to say we are so glad to see all of the Australian fans again. I would like to say a lot of things but they would be complete bullshit. The truth is we don't like being here. We didn't miss being here and we have never gave a shit about any of you.

[Amanda smirks as these comments send the fans into an uproar.]

AMANDA HAYES:
So to drill down on this, we are here at the Melbourne Cricket Grounds to compete in the Worlds Collide event. I guess you people call it “The G”. It looks like the place is packed and there are about a hundred thousand of you. I'm told that Greg Baum is supposed to be a big deal in Melbourne. He is a sports journalist and soccer writer. That's right. Anyway, this guy called this stadium a "a shrine, a citadel, a landmark, a totem" that "symbolizes Melbourne to the world". At first I thought this guy is full of shit. But then, I went and looked up aerial images of this place. I have to admit, he got it right. This place does symbolize Melbourne to the world. The problem with that, is that when you look at the images of this place the only thing that comes to mind is that it looks like a giant toilet bowl. Not only does it look like a huge toilet but right now, it's filled with about a hundred thousand pieces of shit. Yep, Baum was correct. This place does represent Melbourne.

[The Australian crowd is absolutely livid at this point and chants of “asshole” and “go home” can be heard throughout the stadium. Amanda openly laughs and pushes on.]

AMANDA HAYES:
But enough about what a terrible place this is. Let's talk about the reason we are here. This is a co-branded event between the IYHWF and the XWA. Some people might be wondering why Southern Hostility would compete under the IYHWF banner when we clearly hate just about everything about Australia. The answer is simple. We are signed to IYHWF so fuck XWA. We might not agree with a lot of things management does and have beef with a lot of people in the company, but it is still the company we work for. Loyalty is trait we take very seriously. It is too bad that not every one who works here believes that. It is an absolute disgrace that Layton, Fenric, and Hyphy Machinery would turn their backs on the company and join the XWA side. Layton & Fenric are fucking lucky that I don't run IYH cause I would strip them of their number one contender status immediately. As for the Oakland Bitches, they claimed “xwa only got like 3 tag teams total, we gotta rep em just to get on the card”. The truth is you bitches ain't good enough to rep IYHWF. I don't know why you disloyal motherfuckers haven't been cut long before now. Cryptic should send them packing to XWA or whatever run down “Southern promotion” they claim this week. Fuck XWA, Fuck Layton & Fenric, and fuck the Oakland Bitches.

[These comments get a somewhat mixed reaction but still more boos than cheers.]

AMANDA HAYES:
Now that we got that out of the way, let's talk about our matches. I have been placed in a triple threat match with a XWA guy and another IYH guy. Lil' Washington and Jet Blanchard are the best they could do? You people are really scraping the bottom of the barrel with this shit. Anyone with a brain can see how this one is gonna go. Even the XWA twitter admitted that of all the matches tonight, this is the one they have the least amount of hope to win. IYHWF claim that while it looks like IYH has the advantage, anything can happen. The only reason that this ain't a 100% lock is because for unexplained reasons, they threw that piece of garbage, Jet Blanchard, in the match. I could beat Lil' Rainbow in my fucking sleep. But when you introduce trash like Jet, there is always a chance he could fuck up and get beat in another match I would have won in. It wouldn't be the first time he fucked up one of my matches.

[There is a pop for the mention of Jet, who is loved by the fans.]

AMANDA HAYES:
Look Wyatt, you need to just stay in the back tonight and let me handle business for IYH. Take the night off and I got this. If you absolutely feel you have to come out than fine. We'll play your stupid theme music, let you have the glory of an entrance, and then you can join the ignorant fans who love you so much. That's right, you can sit front row and watch the match. Be a cheerleader and shake your pom poms since that is what Jetpack does best. If you get anywhere near this ring I will take you out early just to make sure you don't fuck things up, AGAIN!

[The crowd is unhappy with this idea and let Amanda know about it.]

AMANDA HAYES:
Look, this bitch Lil' Rainbow is a broke ass version of the Oakland Bitches. They are terrible but compared to this fool, they are HOF talent. This can be so easy. The only way IYH could ever lose this match is if that bastard Jet gets involved and finds a way to lose another match. So last warning, Jet, stay in the hangar or I will personally shoot you down before you ever get off the ground.

[With that, Amanda drops the mic and the crowd let her hear it one more time. Colton moves around the ring a bit before he starts to speak.]

COLTON TRAVIS:
I'm gonna keep this short and sweet. I am in the 30 man battle royal. I don't give a damn whether it is an IYH wrestler or an XWA wrestler. If any one gets in my way, they will be dealt with. Beyond that, if I run across any one of Bad Omens in this match, you are a target. You can also add Penelope Kaplin to the list. If I don't get you tonight, you can bet your ass we will do so in Season 3. Let's get this shit started, cousin.

[Colton tosses his mic out of the ring and both he and Clayton exit the ring. Amanda kicks her mic outside the ring and waits for her opponents.]

Triple Threat Match
Lil’ Rainbow Washington (XWA) vs Amanda Hayes (IYHWF) vs Jet Blanchard (IYHWF)

DING DING DING!

[With all three competitors inside of the ring it looks like things are about to get heated between Jet and Amanda Hayes given how Southern Hostility attacked them after a match they had at Dawn of the Immortals, the In Your House season finale show. But before punches can be thrown, in comes Lil’ Rainbow Washington with a double clothesline. Jet and Amanda get back to their feet and Rainbow attempts to fight them both off, all of them trading punches, but he can only do this for so long before the In Your House people over power him.]

MARK SANCTION:
Probably not the smartest of move from Lil’ Rainbow there…

TATS RICHARDSON:
Just take one look at him, his whole life is full of dumb decisions right down to his fashion choices.

[Amanda continues to stomp a mudhole in Rainbow before dragging him to his feet and whipping him against the ropes. Amanda was waiting for him on the rebound but the second Rainbow hit the ropes, Jet hits him with a lariat sending him over the top rope and out of the ring.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
Oh my god, this isn’t the rumble Jet. Don’t be jealous cause you were not chosen to be in it.

[The referee orders Colton and Clay to stay away from Rainbow as Amanda Hayes gets into Jets face, screaming at him about how she was going to put him down for the remainder of the match. Jet gives her a hard shove backwards, obviously tired of her shit. Amanda lunges forward again throwing a hard right hook to his jaw which knocks him against the ropes. Amanda wildly chops at his chest before tossing him against the opposite ropes and on the rebound gets him in an arm drag. Jet practically skids across the ring and Amanda is in hot pursuit, but Jet jumps back to his feet and quickly takes her down with a drop kick. But “The Dixie Devil” is back to her feet again charging towards Jet, but he manages to stop her once again with a Spinning Wheel Kick which almost knocks Amanda right out of the ring. Just as it looks like Jet has all the momentum in the world going for him with the crowds backing him one hundred percent, Lil’ Rainbow has slid back into the ring and low blows Jet while the ref was momentarily distracted by Amanda.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
REF! REF! AS FUNNY AS IT WAS, DISQUALIFICAAATIONNN

MARK SANCTION:
Looks like the referee didn’t see it.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Of course he didn’t, it looks like one of XWA’s referees to me. He temporarily went blind just so IYH could be screwed over, this is bullshit.

[Lil’ Rainbow lays on the mat, pretending he is still hurt from being knocked out of the ring and gingerly crawls to Jet and hooks his leg for the pin but Amanda is there in time to break it up at the two count. The IYH side of the crowds cheer as Amanda drags Lil’ Rainbow back to his feet and brawls with him in the middle of the ring before taking him down with an Inverted DDT Drop which she calls “The Dixie Drop”. But as quick as the IYH fans were to cheer for her, they soon start to boo again as instead of pinning Rainbow, she turns her attention back to Jet and pulls him to his feet in a headlock. Before she can do anything though, he throws his elbow into her stomach a few times and hits her with a seated jawbreaker.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
This crowd is so fickle tonight. Can’t help but notice hardly anyone is cheering for Lil’ Rainbow.

MARK SANCTION:
Give him time, he’s new and still finding his footing within XWA.

[With Jet now on a roll he continues his assault by taking the fight to Rainbow, I’m sure a lot of it has to do with payback for that low blow from earlier. Jet works him over with various punches and kicks which leaves Rainbow literally standing dazed and swaying in the middle of the ring. Jet runs to the ropes and springboards from them with a Springboard Lariat which hits Lil Rainbow so hard, it actually knocks out some of his teeth and causes the fans to start chanting “WHERE’D YOUR TEETH GO?!”.]

MARK SANCTION:
Well that’s umm...an interesting chant.

TATS RICHARDSON:
And a very good question if we’re honest.

[Jet has little time to celebrate however as Amanda is back to her feet attempting a rollup from behind, but Jet kicks out almost immediately. Amanda is practically seeing red with anger as she throws some hard punches to the side of Jets head before getting back to her feet, purposely kicking him hard across the face and stomping down on his head. The referee orders her to stop and she does, but she pulls him to his feet and and hits Jet with a neckbreaker before pushing him out of the ring. Lil Rainbow is back to his feet, stumbling around and clutching at his mouth in pain, pain which only continues as once again, Amanda hits him with the Dixie Drop, knocking more of Rainbows teeth clean out of his mouth.]

MARK SANCTION:
Well, there goes some more teeth…

TATS RICHARDSON:
I think one even flew over here, that’s disgusting.

[Amanda covers Lil Rainbow as the referee makes the count.]

ONE

TWO

THREE

TOMMY HENDERSON:
Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner….In Your House competitor….AMANDA HAYES!

[Amanda gets back to her feet as her music plays, a smug look on her face as the crowds both cheer and boo her. She screams out to them how they should never bet against her. She picks up one of Lil’ Rainbows teeth to probably keep as a souvenir, laughing as she meets up makes sure to talk trash to Jet as she passes him, before heading up the ramp to go backstage.]

MARK SANCTION:
Well, it’s only the first match but In Your House took the victory here.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Get ready to say that A LOT tonight Mark, like for every match.

MARK SANCTION:
How about you calm down and not get too ahead of yourself.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Never.

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[Some point after the opening match that had featured Lil’ Rainbow Washington from XWA, Amanda Hayes and Jet Blanchard from IYHWF in a Triple Threat, the cameras find Jet as he walks the back halls of the Melbourne Cricket Grounds looking about like you’d expect him to after being in the ring with that crazy cow Amanda - she really hates everyone just ask - Hayes, and that left out whatever Lil’ Rainbow had managed to do… well, Jet was cleaner as he’d taken the time to wipe down with a clean towel and he was walking with his tag partner in Jetpack, Penelope Kaplan, that most call Penny. She shows a little concern over her partner as he winces a little, and he catches that look, slowing down to speak with her.]

JET BLANCHARD:
Now what’s that look for? I’m a’ight. Been through way worse, and well… we both knew it wasn’t going to be a picnic with Amanda in the mix even if her Uncle Daddy Clayton Travis couldn’t be his usual… helpful self.

[Penny mock punches his bicep and shakes her head.]

PENELOPE KAPLAN:
Uncle Daddy, Jet that’s just awful, and even if it was true, it would still be awful. We’re the good guys, remember? Us, State of Anarchy, Team Fury… uhm… I can’t count Hyphy because they’re on the wrong side of the bed in this one… and I mean, Layton & Fenric are okay usually even if Emery has this weird shit about stealing wedding cake.

[Penny pauses again, tapping her lip a moment.]

PENELOPE KAPLAN:
I mean is it just wedding cake or would she steal any cake? I mean I guess we could experiment with it and like, lay a cake trap in catering and…

JET BLANCHARD:
Penny.

PENELOPE KAPLAN:
I mean what do you think, vanilla or chocolate or pineapple upside down cake or…

JET BLANCHARD:
Penny…

PENELOPE KAPLAN:
Ooh maybe a Bundt cake with that tunnel of macaroon coconut filling and...

JET BLANCHARD:
PENNY!

[Penny snaps out of it, blinking at her tag team partner.]

PENELOPE KAPLAN:
Fine then just chocolate.

[Jet snickers and pats her shoulder.]

JET BLANCHARD:
Well of course just chocolate, come on now girl.

[Penny impulsively gives Jet a hug, careful of any bumps or bruises he gained from the earlier match. Her voice holds excitement then, sure, but also a certain note of wistfulness.]

PENELOPE KAPLAN:
You think we’ll win? In Your House, I mean.

[Jet turns, his expression serious as he puts his hands on her shoulders gently.]

JET BLANCHARD:
We’d have stood a better chance with Shawn over Ms. Payday Bar Blyss, I reckon. But everything else, we should do fine. I mean, Stella’s a heifer too but she can wrestle, Owen can hold his own against Fenric, Minka’s gonna get Emery, Emery’s distracted… well I think she is, the woman just got asked to marry that boy AJ…

PENELOPE KAPLAN:
OOH! I wonder if there’s going to be a bridal shower.

[Jet blinks at Penny and shakes his head, shrugging with one shoulder.]

JET BLANCHARD:
Maybe? Anyway though… I mean okay, the tag match is a toss up, depends on which versions of them goat ropers show up to wrestle and I can’t say I know a damn thing about the other team.

[Penny, looking mystified mouths ‘goat ropers’ before she shakes herself and they keep walking at the slower pace.]

JET BLANCHARD:
Serena’s probably going to win due to the mystical energy of Diamond Jack Sabbath I mean weirder shit has happened in this business but damn though. Hands down though Diablo’s gonna kill Sonic the Hedgehog.

PENELOPE KAPLAN:
It’s the hair, right?

JET BLANCHARD:
Yeah I mean that’s gotta take a gallon of hair gel right? But we better hurry or we’re gonna miss State of Anarchadoodle take on them Hyphy boys.

PENELOPE KAPLAN:
Crap that’s next, hurry!!!

[Penny hustles down the hall to the closest monitor, Jet not far behind her..]

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[Cut to A.J. Morales, pacing the halls backstage, his XWA Hardcore Championship belt on over his padded black leather jacket, which displays the logo for his upcoming event in Vegas, Hard Rock Is Dead, across his chest. He gives the camera a nod when he sees it, but doesn’t go into one of his usual speeches; after all, the title’s on the line all night long, and he really doesn’t feel like losing it.

Unfortunately for A.J., his paranoia proves well-founded when his old rival, Minka Carter, bursts into the frame with a shining wizard, catching him from an angle where he couldn’t see her coming, and then scrambles to hook both legs as the referee she’s brought with her makes the count…]


ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

[Minka Carter is the XWA Hardcore Champion! It’s the first taste of gold she’s had in her career, and as she snatches the belt away and licks the front plate, it’s clear she’s taking an unsettling amount of pleasure in this accomplishment. The crowd doesn’t quite know how to take it—on the one hand, they hate Minka, but on the other, if she keeps it for the rest of the night, she may well steal the belt for IYH. She rises to her feet, plants one foot on Morales’s chest, and yells “CONQUERED! THE! DEMON!” right into the camera before we return to ringside.]

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Tag Team Match
Sean Hazard and Kelly Fury (IYHWF) vs Hyphy Machinery (XWA)

DING DING DING

[The match begins with Sean and Dontell in the ring, the two eyeing each other as they circle. There is a grin on Dontell's face, and occasionally he says something too quiet to be caught by any of the mics to his opponent. Suddenly, the smaller wrestlers darts forearm into a lock up, but the missing weight is felt as he is overpowered, till Sean hit Dontell with a swift kick to the gut! With his foe momentarily winded, Hazard unlesses a quick series of blows before hitting the ropes, coming back with a wheelbarrow, but before he can hit the arm drag, Dontell pushes him forward! The ring itself shutters when Sean crashes down, and then a smack rings out when Dontell plants a shin across his back! Hoisting him back up, The Hyphy Machinery member whips Sean into his own corner… where Hazard dropkicks Jason! Dontell charges forward, upper body going low for a tackle, but Hazard leaps over, sending the former footballer right towards his tag partner! While Jason is able to get out of the way, a tag and in comes Kelly, scrambling to the top of the ring post right away, leaping off and catching Dontell with a missile dropkick, taking the big man off his feet! Right back on her feet, she immediately heads to the corner and gets a double hop moonsault right into a pin!]

TATS RICHARDSON:
Kelly showing the world once again that she’s annoyingly resilient...buuut she is Team In Your House….so wooo…

MARK SANCTION:
Don’t sell Hyphy Machinery short…

TATS RICHARDSON:
Don’t tell me what to do!

ONE

TW-

[But Jason slides on into the ring, dropping his forearms across Kelly’s back to break up the attempt! While he is ushered back to the corner by the referee, both legal wrestlers start to rise, but with a surge of speed Dontell just shoulders Kelly back down! She springs up, but that only leads to a clothesline! Another tag gets Jason in, who immediately gets to work grounding the recovering Kelly with tackles, baseball slides, elbow strikes, and generally throwing his weight around. Eventually he locks up Furry in an armbar, continuing his plan to ground the fast paced high flyer. Though she screams in pain, Kelly began using her incredibly flexibility to twist about, eventually flailing out a leg that catches Sean’s outstretched hand! There is no time for Jason to react to Hazard coming over the top, crashing down with a corkscrew 450! Immediately he leaps up and springsboards off the ropes, catching the rising Jason with a corkscrew roundhouse! Taking to the ropes once more, he returns with a beautiful Cannonball! Yet, he doesn’t go for the point, shooting back up to his feet and rushes towards Dontell! Lightning Strik-no! The Xwa wrestler pulls down on the rope, sending Hazard tumbling over them! There is a brief bit of air, both legal wrestlers taking their time getting back up, but it sets up Jason for a dive over the top… as well as a tag from Dontell! Sean gets crushed under the former football star, but that isn’t all, as he gets thrown into the ring and put down with a San Andres!]

ONE

TWO

TH-

There is still life in Sean, and he kicks himself free!]

MARK SANCTION:
I hear this Sean Hazard guy has been on quite the losing streak, huh?

TATS RICHARDSON:
Shut up.

[Dontell absolutely can’t believe it, shouting and staring down at the IYHWF wrestler in absolute shock! He reaches down, but eats a big right kick to the face for his trouble. Sean pulls himself over and tags in Kelly, and it just becomes a rapid sequence of tags! Kelly comes over with a dropkick, only for Sean to hit another 450! Sean gets a backflip kick, only for Kelly to follow with a moonsault! Inverted frankensteiner assisted by a spinning heel kick to a snapmare driver into a no hands somersault senton, blow after blow comes to the big man, finishing on a beautiful Sweet Dreams to Cannonball! Everything is looking bright for the team of Fury and Hazard, till an attempt to run the ropes has Jason pulls the ropes! Sean goes over again, causing the legal woman Kelly to start shouting at her opponent, who just smiles and shrugs his head a little. Kelly turns… right into a very angry Dontell! Irish whip into a tag, and Jason crushes her with a Lake Merritt Tides! As she stumbles out, Dontell comes back around for a Green 3:16! Jason covers, Sean comes in for a save, but Dontell with a Pride of Strikeforce!

ONE

TWO

THREE

TOMMY HENDERSON:
Here are your winners….HYPHY MACHINERY!

[The Hyphy boys get back to their feet and meet in the middle of the ring to have their arms raised in victory by the ref. Sean has started to stir and crawls towards his fallen girlfriend and tag team partner for the night, Kelly Fury.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
I should have known better than to put my money on those two LOSERS!

MARK SANCTION:
Well that’s a good win for XWA here tonight.

TATS RICHARDSON:
It’s bullshit is what it is.

MARK SANCTION:
Don’t be so bitter.

TATS RICHARDSON:
I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO!

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[Backstage, we find Stevie Trelain, clearly uncomfortable, as she interviews the new XWA Hardcore Champion, Minka Carter. Minka is in the midst of a full-on power trip, talking about how the gods demanded a sacrifice, a taste of gold to fuel her before she completes the rapture of Emery Layton tonight, and what better sacrifice than the delusional demon who thinks he’s the Slayer, the right hand of Satan, Minka’s bitch, A.J. Morales?

As she continues to rant about how all of humanity will finally grovel at her feet and worship her, she has no clue that an angry A.J. is walking up behind her, nor does she get one until—BAM! He superkicks her in the back of the head with the Fuckin’ Slayerrrr! Caught completely off guard, Minka faceplants to the floor, and A.J. quickly covers her as a referee jumps into the frame and drops down to make the cover]


ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

[A.J. Morales is the first-ever five-time XWA Hardcore Champion! He takes his title back, kisses the front plate, stands right over his fallen foe, and screams “CONQUERED! THE! DEMON!” before he heads on his way, presumably looking for someplace to stay low-profile until the Rumble.]

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[Backstage in Melbourne, Jerod Barnez is leaning against the wall in a hall corridor, glaring into the camera with piercing sharp eyes. He's dressed in his wrestling attire, as well as an additional leather jacket; ready for his match later in the night against Michael Diablo.]

JEROD BARNEZ:
Fuck brand supremacy.

[Jerod shakes his heads following these three words before moving away from the wall and stepping closer to the camera.]

JEROD BARNEZ:
I work for XWA. I'm the first ever two-time Supreme Champion over there - and the best one, at that - but don't think for a second that that means I care about which company comes out on top tonight. Honestly, I hate most of the management in XWA, anyway. They've never shown me the respect I deserve, even when I held their most cherished possession. As for this place? I don't give a fuck about In Your House. So, why am I here, then, representing a company that pisses me off against a company I don't care about? That's simple. You give me an opportunity to kick somebody's ass and I'm gonna take it.

[The second generation wrestler lets one side of his mouth curl up into a faint grin as he continues to speak.]

JEROD BARNEZ:
I pride myself on my ability inside a wrestling ring. Look at me, I'm six foot six, damn near three hundred pounds, shredded to the bone. Most guys who look like me step inside a ring and all they can do is throw some punches and land some slams. I'm a wrestler, through and through. I can do it all. My strength is unmatched. I can break bones with my fists, my feet, my knees, my elbows, my head, any part of my body that I can throw at someone. But I can also break bones with a variety of submission holds. I can soar through the skies with ease. I can land any Suplex you can name. I can reverse anything you throw at me. I truly have no weakness. Go ahead and try to find one. I'm what wrestling needs to be. As such, yeah, I demand a little bit of respect here and there. I get pissed off when anyone insinuates they're better than me because I've proven myself over and over and over again. I'm still pretty fuckin' pissed that I never got to face Laurel Anne Hardy after all her talk of being the best in XWA when I was the one holding its top prize.

[Barnez scoffs at his mention of Laurel, somebody in the industry who he detests with such sincerity, all because she's claimed to be the best in XWA (with a fair amount of evidence to back that up) while he was the Supreme Champion. Whether Jerod actually is as good as he thinks or not, he is absolutely terrible at handling an ego that rivals his.]

JEROD BARNEZ:
So, now you have this show; World's Collide - XWA versus IYH. Brand versus brand, company versus company. Who gives a shit? I was told XWA needed wrestlers to represent them against the best IYH has to offer and I claimed my spot. Not because I wanted to represent XWA, no. Rather, because I want to prove my greatness to a new audience. I want to let everyone in this company, everyone who watches this company, hell everyone on this Goddamn continent know just how good Jerod Barnez really is. And to do that, I'm going to beat Michael Diablo.

[The former XWA Supreme Champion continues to stare into the camera, as his expression gradually begins to change into one more full of determination rather than disgust and anger.]

JEROD BARNEZ:
Now, I'm no fool. I've done my research on 'the Devil'. He's good. Hell, I'd say he's way better than good. In fact, when I look at him, the way he wrestles, his intensity, his gravity, I see a lot of myself in there. I mean, hey, that's why we were paired together for this match, right? Two beasts of their respective brands, filled with an intensity that only the other can rival. You and I both know that while Lx-Tim and Blyss--the Banshee, whatever she goes by, while those two are finishing the night, we're the true main event. Forget XWA. Forget IYH. You and I are gonna make this night about US. And then, even more-so, I'm gonna make it about me when I beat you. XWA, don't thank for me the win. It wasn't for you.

[Jerod grins briefly, only to roll his eyes shortly after. He walks off, ready to make the night about himself.]

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[The show cuts to backstage where Kelly Fury is standing in the hallway looking pretty defeated from the outcome of her match. A few moments go by before her usual tag team partner, Gordon Fury, walks up to her.]

KELLY FURY:
Oh, hey Gordo...sup?

[Gordon looks focused as he walks up to Kel and shoots her a small smile.]

GORDON FURY:
Hey Kel.

[He flexes his hands to check the tightness of his wrist tape before Kelly speaks up.]

KELLY FURY:
So, you ready for later on tonight?

GORDON FURY:
As i’ll ever be. Thank you for giving me this shot, I won’t let you down. Every day those fuckers carry around /our/ tag teams titles is another day they drag their legacy through the mud. Layton and Fenric can lick my dick, /we/ are the number one contenders and tonight I prove it. Tonight I beat the best that both companies have to offer and take us one step closer to taking what’s mine.

[Kelly looks at him blankly for a moment before forcing out a smile, not wanting to discourage him.]

KELLY FURY:
I believe in you Gordo.

GORDON FURY:
Thanks Kel. I’m gonna go warm up, i’ll be in the locker room if you need me.

KELLY FURY:
Okay, sure thing.

[Gordon gives her a nod and a pat on the back before leaving the shot, Kelly letting out a sigh before leaving herself.]

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Singles Match
Michael Diablo (IYHWF) vs Jerod Barnez (XWA)

[The bell rings as Michael and Jerod walk into the centre of the ring and simply nod at each other before Jerod throws a hard right to the jaw, before Michael returns the shot in kind. The two men continue to trade shots back and forth before Jerod throws a hard knee to the midsection, irish whipping Mike across the ring. Mike ducks a big boot on the return, running through and coming back in with a clothesline, but Jerod takes it without leaving his feet. Mike runs back to the ropes and hits a second clothesline, but again Jerod doesn’t leave his feet. Mike goes back for a third but Jared ducks it, however Mike uses the momentum to turn spin right back into a discus lariat from behind, finally knocking the big man off his feet to the delight of the crowd. Jerod gets back to his feet but Mike keeps him on the backfoot, throwing hard punches to his face and backing him into a corner. He throws shot after shot after shot before the ref has to get involved and back him up out of the corner. As soon as the ref moves Jerod capitalises on the breather, exploding out of the corner with a vicious lariat. He stays on the attack, stomping Mike to keep him on the ground, before focusing on the leg.]

MARK SANCTION:
My have goes off to Michael for attempting to keep him at bay, but after Jerod nailed that lariat his is firmly in the driver’s seat, which is not where anyone from In Your House wants him to be.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Maybe not Sanction, but if anyone is gonna kill this beast its the Devil of In Your House!

[Jerod keeps focused like a man possessed, switching tactics from brawling to a more methodical, technical offence. Jerod drags Mike to a corner by his worked on leg, before Jerod goes to the outside. He grabs Mike’s legs and pulls him down to almost straddle the ring post, before pulling the injured leg sideways against the post, Mike almost roaring in pain as he makes the most out of the ref’s count. He rolls back in the ring to break the count before rolling right back out again to go back to work. He goes to grab Mike’s leg but Mike yanks his legs back once he takes hold, sending him face first into the ringpost. He then violently pushes back out with his feet, sending Jerod back first into the barricade. Mike gingerly rolls out of the ring before charging at Jerod, but he moves to the side and sends Mike into it instead. Now Jerod backs up before charging at Mike, but he suddenly comes to life and snap-powerslams Jerod right onto inner edge of the guardrail, spine first.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
What a powerslam! I do not wanna be Jerod’s spine right now!

MARK SANCTION:
It was brutal for sure, but the ref has been counting the whole time. He’s up to 7!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Oh shit!

[The two men realise it too as they drag themselves back toward the ring.]

8!

[Mike manages to get to the apron, and even with a messed up leg manages to roll under the bottom rope.]

9!

[Jerod dives for the bottom rope, just sliding in before the 10. He scrambles back to his feet only to immediately eat a swinging neck breaker from Mike. Mike stalks him as he gets back to his feet, before going for the Santos Impaler (Impaler DDT,) but with his injured leg, combined with Jerod’s size, he can’t lift him up. Jerod spins out of the grip and yanks Mike’s arm to pull him in for a brutal double A spinebuster! For the first time in the match a pinfall is made but only gets a two. He pulls Mike up by his hair and presses the big man over his head with a great feat of strength, the entire crowd united in booing Jerod. Jerod drops Mike down with another attempted spinebuster but Mike latches onto his head, using the momentum and spiking him with a DDT! The crowd erupts as Mike gets back to his feet, grabbing a stunned Jerod and getting him in position for the Diablo Driver (Pile driver). He manages to get Jerod halfway up before his leg gives out, the momentary pause all Jerod needs to backdrop Mike to the canvas. Mike gets back up in the centre of the ring as Jerod moves to the corner, stalking him. The fans boos loudly to try and Warn Mike before Jerod charges out of the corner like a bat out of hell looking for The Gore, but Mike sidesteps and throws him towards the corner… the corner the ref is standing in. Jerod almost tears the ref in half with Gore, the man looking frustrated at missing his target.]

MARK SANCTION:
Jerod absolutely destroyed the ref with The Gore! If he hit his intended target then this would be over!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Yeah but he didn’t, /Mark./ And now that the ref is dead what the fuck is gonna happen now?

[Jerod turns back toward Mike just in time to get blasted in the face with a spinning back-fist, stunning him. Mike then pulls Jerod in, and with a roar he powers the bigger man up and spikes him right on his head with a neck shattering Diablo Driver!]

TATS RICHARDSON:
Diablo Driver! Diablo Driver connects!

[Mike immediately grabs his knee, swearing in pain before reaching over Jerod to hook the leg. Unfortunately, as the ref is well out truly out of action, there is no one to count the pin. The fans count for him and get to 5 before Mike swears again and gets off of Jerod, yelling down the ramp for a ref as he holds onto the ropes

MARK SANCTION:
But there’s no ref! No one call count the pinfall, this match is still on!

TATS RICHARDSON:
This is a conspiracy! The Ref was paid by XWA to take that Gore on purpose!

[Another ref comes running down the ramp as Mike turns back to Jerod, but as he goes to pick him up Jerod turns and throws his forearm right into the back of Mike’s injured knee, collapsing it. Both men are now sitting on their knees as the ref slides into the ring. Jerod throws a right hand to Mike’s face, boos coming from the crowd. Mike then returns it, cheers coming from the crowd. The two men start trading shots and dueling chants before Mike starts getting the upper hand, punching them both back to their feet before pushing Jerod into the ropes. He goes for an Irish whip but Jerod reverses it sending Mike across the ring. Mike makes it about halfway across the ring before his leg gives out. He gets back up and turns towards Jerod just in time to get blasted by a Gore!]

MARK SANCTION:
GORE! GORE! GORE! This is over!

TATS RICHARDSON:
This conspiracy will not stand!

[Jerod hooks the leg as the ref drops for the count.]

1!

2!

3-

[Mike’s shoulder powers off the canvas in defiance as the ref’s fingers were less than an inch from the canvas. The crowd is going absolutely ballistic as Jerod can’t believe it. For the first time in this match it seems like he’s been thrown off.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESS!

MARK SANCTION:
No way! He kicked out of the Gore! I don’t believe it, and neither does Jerod!

[He holds 3 fingers up at the ref but he insists it was only two. Jerod looks down at the barely moving Mike before the anger sets in. He backs up to the corner again and waits for Mike to get back up, taunting him and yelling at him to get up. Mike slowly but surely gets to back to his feet, standing defiantly as he looks right into the eyes of the beast. This time Jerod lets out a roar as he charges out of the corner at full speed, almost tearing Diablo in half with a second Gore!

MARK SANCTION:
A second Gore! This /has/ to be over, there is no way he can kick out of a second one!

[Jerod hooks both legs as the ref counts.]

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING

TOMMY HENDERSON:
Here is your winner, Jerod Barnez!

["Beast (Southpaw Remix; no intro)" by Rob Bailey & The Hustle Standard ft. Busta Rhymes, Kxng Crooked & Tech N9ne plays through the arena as a look of almost relief crosses Jerod’s face, before a smug smirk quickly takes its place. He stands above Mike as the ref raises his hand.

MARK SANCTION:
I’ll admit, Michael Diablo impressed the hell out of me tonight, and put up one hell of a fight against The Motherfucking Beast. He had the match all but won after the Diablo Driver if not for the ref being taken out-

TATS RICHARDSON:
HOW CONVENIENT!

MARK SANCTION:
-but either way, this was an incredible match certainly deserving of its hype.

[Jerod leaves the ring and walks up the ramp as Mike gets to his feet, the crowd cheering as the cameras cut away.]
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[We return to the Melbourne Cricket Grounds, sat in the company of thousands of screaming XWA and IYH fans who have gathered together. As we swoop over the scene, the ring ropes have been covered in lovely flower arrangements and daisy chains with a big archway right in the middle of the mat. There is a (very) long, white carpet leading down from the top of the entrance stage to the end of the ramp with white steps leading up to the apron.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
Well, here we go.

MARK SANCTION:
Folks, if you're unaware of what's about to happen, I'll do my best to explain- Serena Maxwell was once a member of Diamond Jack Sabbath's group "War Enforcement" which terrorised both XWA and IYH, but ever since his disappearance late last year, Serena has been on her own, and while she was never really a full shilling, it hasn't been to the scale it's at now.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Tell me about it- continually attacking Katie Hanley, breaking down in tears at the drop of a hat, claiming to be a thousand years old warrior of some kind, developing some sort of obsession with getting people to "tell her she's Special", all cos Jack said it one time!

MARK SANCTION:
Back in April, Serena appeared on Ruckus to make an announcement and...well, I suppose she put it better than I ever could...

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From: IYHWF Ruckus #66
SM: I have SENSATIONAL news! A thousand years ago, The Great Foretold decreed that I, Serena Maxwell, would unlock my true potential and oversee the fall of the Diamond King. But ever since this prophecy came true, I have felt an...emptiness. I thought the Universe would send me replacements, but they were all PUNY, INSIGNIFICANT MORTALS WITH NO ABILITY TO TRANSCEND THE REALITY THEY WERE BORN TO! And also unattractive.

[Serena pauses, playing with the bottom of her hair.]

SM: But, mortals, when I feared my search would forever be without result UNTIL...I was contacted. HE contacted me...telepathically.

[She babbles a bit from here so flash-cut to the latter part of the segment.]

SM: When I woke, I picked up His jacket and out...fell...this.

[Serena reaches into the battered, spiked leather jacket. Holding it up to the sky, we see it glisten in the light. It is gold. It is small. It previously belonged to one Amy Taylor. It's a wedding ring.]

SM: Once everything became aligned, it was obvious what was being asked of me. It was obvious what I must do to bring him back. After all of your clues...I know what you want me to say. And my answer is YES.

[Suddenly she pounces up.]

SM: And I don't just want IYH to see it, I want everyone in the XWA there too. In June, where Worlds Collide, two forces beyond your reality become one, joined together for all eternity. You are all invited...to the WEDDING of Serena Maxwell and the LIFE-FORCE of Diamond Jack Sabbath!


[We go back to the Cricket Grounds now. Mark looks at Tats, who has nothing to offer but a shrug.]

MARK SANCTION:
Y'know, I've never actually seen that before, I've just read reports, and it was more ludicrous than I imagined. How do you marry someone's "life force"? What does that even look like?

TATS RICHARDSON:
We're about to find out. Ladies and gentlemen, we give you...the Biggest Day!

MARK SANCTION:
Lord. What's this gonna be...

[A fold-up chair with Sabbath's black mouthguard sits in the middle of the ring. Usually his black leather jacket would be over the back of the chair, but instead it's a suit-jacket with a little cravat over the top of it. Also stood in the middle of the ring, with a microphone on a stand in front of him, is none other than...Levi Hallows! The XWA's "Faith Healer" wears his familiar white cassock as he leans in, first testing the mic with a few light taps.]

LEVI HALLOWS:
Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Levi Hallows and I...

[He doesn't even get to the end of is sentence before being blasted with overpowering boos.]

MARK SANCTION:
Australia clearly not members of Levi's Faith Brigade...

TATS RICHARDSON:
I dunno, he seems alright to me!

LEVI HALLOWS:
I...

[More boos! After a moment, Levi decides to skip the long, drawn-out introduction he wrote on his napkin in catering earlier and sighs, scrunching it up and throwing it over his shoulder, dropping his 'heavenly' voice.]

LEVI HALLOWS:
Okay, fine, we'll just start.

[He claps twice and, boom- lights out!

Well, except for a single spotlight that falls on the stage. A young-ish looking man in a checkered shirt sits on a stool with nothing but a guitar and a mic on his face. After a few moments of silence, he begins to strum. Soon it is clear what we are hearing- an acoustic, more heart-felt version of "Can You Feel My Heart"! Gone are the crazy siren-like noises and loud drums warning you of your impending demise, instead we are treated to something more quiet and gentle.

"Can you hear the silence? Can you see the dark? Can you fix the broken? Can you feel...can you feel my heart?"

Once the guitarist has sung a few lines of the song, Richard J Maxwell- dressed as dapper as ever- proudly leads his sister out through the curtain. You'd expect her to look strange or off in some way, as she is known to look. However, in her big, flowing white dress, her tiara and with hair all curled, she actually looks normal. She looks like a real, genuine bride. And, to be honest, she looks happy. Nervous, but happy.]

MARK SANCTION:
Wow. She...actually looks pretty decent.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Yeah. Y'know...she sort of came onto me a few months ago. I could've had a shot with her if I'd have just--

MARK SANCTION:
No, you couldn't.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Okay, you're right, I couldn't.

[With a bouquet of flowers in her arms, cradled like a baby, Serena slowly reaches the bottom of the ramp, where she throws the bouquet backwards. Yes this is kind of supposed to happen after the wedding has taken place but Serena doesn't care- the bouquet is caught by a small man with glasses in the crowd. Walking up the steps and entering the ring, Serena stands next to the steel chair. Tears of joy are running down her cheeks as the man with the guitar completes his song. The lights come back up and Serena Maxwell, with Richard next to her looking on, takes some heavy deep breaths. Levi Hallows begins to speak into the mic.]

LEVI HALLOWS:
Dearly belov-- erm, ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to bear witness to the union of Serena Maxwell and the "Spectral Energy" of Diamond Jack Sabbath.

[Close up on the chair, which Serena stares lovingly at.]

LEVI HALLOWS:
Marriage is a wonderful thing- a union between two people, coming together as one entity. In a way, we are all married to each other from birth, but we fall away as time goes on, united once again only by a piece of paper and a day like this. A wonderful day. A wonderful and expensive day. A wonderful and expensive and profitable day for many people. Like me, for example.

[Levi smiles, smug, before clearing his throat.]

LEVI HALLOWS:
Anyway. I feel I must address the fact that there have been many, some in attendance, who have questioned the legitimacy of this wedding. 'How can two people be joined if only one is present?', 'how is it possible that Serena can marry the Spectral Energy of anyone, let alone Diamond Jack Sabbath'? 'What is the exact density of the spectral energy of Diamond Jack Sabbath and how does it relate to Rayleigh's energy theorm?' These are questions for men of science and mathematics, which both have NO place within the confines of this or any other wedding conducted by myself. No, this is a wedding powered not by astronomical radio sources or electromagnetic radiation, but by the greatest force of all- LOVE! Love without end! Because as the old proverb goes according to St. John- you don't need money. You don't need fame. You don't need a credit card to ride this train. It's strong and it's sudden, and it's cruel sometimes, but it might just save your life. That is the power of love in the name of the father, and of the son and of the holy spirit - Amen.

[He blesses Serena. Richard bows his head.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
That was beautiful. I want Levi Hallows to officiate every wedding ever.

MARK SANCTION:
History, people. All it took was a trip across the world for an ambitious cross-promotional supershow for Hallows to finally get a fan after all these years.

LEVI HALLOWS:
We will now begin the reading of the vows, starting with Serena Maxwell.

[Serena turns to face the chair, reaching down her cleavage to pull out a little folded up piece of paper in-between. The paper has bite marks on it, some rips and it's crumpled but clearly still has things written on it. She unfolds it and takes the mic from the stand.]

SERENA MAXWELL:
I was lost. Before I met you, I was lost and unappreciated, surrounded by 'friends' who didn't care. But then you came along and gave me a chance, and I loved you for it ever since. You made me aware of my TRUE potential. You proved that I am no MERE MORTAL, I am SPECIAL! Now, everyone has NO CHOICE but to TELL ME I'M SPECIAL! But you were worth something to me. Every time I ever EXPUNGED PUNY WORTHLESS MORTAL VERMIN, I did it for you. I have not cared for many others in my thousand years on this PLAIN OF REALITY, and for a long time the thought of feeling anything for anyone other than myself was INCOMPREHENSIBLE. The Great Foretold had warned me about you, told me I would be there to WITNESS your ULTIMATE DESTRUCTION but he never told me how empty I would feel once you were gone.

[Serena takes a pause, closing her eyes for a second, her voice wobbling a little. She lowers the paper.]

SERENA MAXWELL:
Sometimes I don't know who I am and I don't know what's going on in my head. I don't know where I come from or whether everything I know is just a lie I've told myself or someone else has told me, but I do know this- you made me feel like I was worth something and I don't care if they didn't like you or you made life hard for others, you were a good to me and for God's sake I just want you BACK. I take you, the SPECTRAL ENERGY of Diamond Jack Sabbath, to be my lawfully-wedded husband, in ssssssssssssssssickness and in health, till the FINAL CORROSION of the UNIVERSE. I will absorb your--

[She inhales through her nose.]

SERENA MAXWELL:
...Essence, and we will live as ONE creature of consciousness alone, observing the universe. As it BURNS. To OBLIVION.

[She places the mic back in the stand, bowing her head and closing her eyes.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
Aw. That was sweet. Even the bits where she screamed.

MARK SANCTION:
Okay, great but what now?

[Levi looks to the mouthguard on the chair, then back to Serena, then to Richard, who looks up. Now both of them look to the chair for a second, then back at each other. Meanwhile Serena raises her head, muttering two words over and over again- "find me".]

MARK SANCTION:
I don't think they know what to do, either.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Shut up, you're interrupting the Spectral Energy of Diamond Jack Sabbath's vows!

[Levi scratches the side of his shiny head and pulls the mic towards him.]

LEVI HALLOWS:
Well then...er...by the power invested in me...

SERENA MAXWELL:
NO. I can do this. I can do this...

[Levi stops, still. Serena still has her eyes closed, muttering, murmuring- come on, find me, please find me, come back, it's time. Literally everyone is a picture of confusion, as they watch her ball her hands up into fists in almost complete silence. After a while, complete nothingness continues.]

MARK SANCTION:
Is she trying to will Jack into existence or something?

TATS RICHARDSON:
I...I don't know, Mark.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh, this is just sad to watch.

[The booing starts now as the Melbourne fans begin to get restless. Serena ignores them, concentrating on whatever it is she's trying to do. But among the boos, hidden away...is laughter. You'd think Serena wouldn't care about this and she probably thinks this too, but it does. She's gone to all of this effort, and still, he's not here. She closes her eyes really shut, scrunching them up, like she's wishing really, really hard...but then she opens her eyes. Nothing has changed.

He's not here. He's never coming back.

Richard steps forward. He doesn't really hug Serena or anything, he just sort of drops his hand on her shoulder but Serena pivots her entire body around, grabbing him into a hug and bawling into his chest. Levi awkwardly dusts himself down and tries to find a good pocket to put his hands in.]

SERENA MAXWELL:
But he wouldn't DO that, he wouldn't just LEAVE me! He said I was special. He said so! It MEANT something! He wouldn't DO this to ME!

[Serena drops to her knees, hands over her eyes. The moment she does, the absolute worst happens.

Lights out.

Levi looks around. Serena's head snaps to attention. Richard's eyes widen.]

MARK SANCTION:
No.

[The Cricket Grounds go bananas. The sound of Serena's tears are replaced...with "No More Heroes" by The Stranglers.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
What.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh my God, no, please no.

TATS RICHARDSON:
What the hell is going on?!?

[The voice of Hugh Cornwall continues to fill the stadium as Serena crawls forwards. A few seconds later, the reaction is near deafening.

Diamond Jack Sabbath is stood on the stage.]

MARK SANCTION:
No. We got rid of him! He was gone!

TATS RICHARDSON:
After six months of complete silence, Diamond Jack Sabbath has returned! And I have to say, last time I saw him he looked genuinely unhealthy but he looks to be in great shape! It’s like he’s back in his prime!

MARK SANCTION:
Well as someone who was around for his prime, that's what worries me...

[Lapping up the reaction, Jack scrubs his hands together and proceeds down the ramp, taking a second to point directly at Serena, who is clearly experiencing hysterical happiness. She's done it. She brought him back. Stepping up into the ring, Jack paces around, giving Richard the biggest stink-eye he can manage before taking the microphone from the stand. And giving Levi Hallows light little slap on the face, who swats his hand away. Jack gives him a little glance before standing in the middle of the ring. The Stranglers' anthem fades out, leaving Jack with only the sound of the reaction. He closes his eyes. Oh, how he's missed it.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
So does this mean the wedding's official now? Is he coming back for Season Three? Hell, do you think your boss would've rehired him, Mark?

MARK SANCTION:
I doubt it. But I've been wrong about these things before.

[Jack raises his mic. And his index finger.]

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Now. Did you REALLY think...

[He pauses for a moment, just to listen to the response his first words in over half a year get.]

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Did you really think I was gone for good? Did you really think that an IYH and XWA crossover show could happen and I'd miss it? Me? Diamond Jack Sabbath? The Innovator of Anarchy? The Destroyer of Eras? The Man Who Comes Back? The man who dominated IYH? The man who turned the XWA in “The House That Jack Built”? Nah. Quite frankly, you were missing me, both on the show and in general. It's okay. I know you were, you can admit it. But I'll tell you who DID miss me, though...

[He turns to Levi Hallows, briefly.]

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
I know the rules are you kiss the bride at the end of a ceremony...quite frankly, people who make the rules can kiss my arse.

[He slides over to Serena and immediately plants one on her like the sailor and the nurse, which she's more than happy to oblige with. They go long enough for it to become a little disgusting.]

MARK SANCTION:
Urgh. Can we stop this?

TATS RICHARDSON:
Go on then.

MARK SANCTION:
It’s time like this I really miss being able to get up and walk away.

[After a good few moments, he chucks her off before winking at her. And slapping her arse.]

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
There’s gonna be more where that came from later…

MARK SANCTION:
Stop this.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
But back to more important things- Noooo, nononono, you couldn't have done this without me. Good lord, no. And to be perfectly honest, having seen everything I've seen for the last six months, I've had a proper birds-eye view of what's been going on in both of my old haunts and I'm not impressed. Not even slightly. I look on one end and I've got Storied History trying to strangle all of the titles for themselves, Smith Jones claiming HE runs Massacre, Dan Bennett coming back thinking he can waltz in and act king of the jungle all over again. On the other side, I've got Bad Omens jumping in with Cryptic and ruling everything. They have all the titles. Blyss Lockhart is the IYH Champion. Ladies and gentlemen, the next time you say "Diamond Jack Sabbath was bad for XWA and IYH", I want you to look at this very moment in time. I sat back for six months, I watched and things got worse than ever.

[He looks out to Mark Sanction for a few seconds. He can feel him saying something. And oh, he is.]

MARK SANCTION:
Things WERE worse when you were around! The Survivors, War Enforcement...you're a menace, Jack! A Goddamn menace!

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Well, no one wanted me back...except for one.

[He turns around and looks at Serena. He beckons her over, and puts his arm around her.]

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
You all called her mad, but I heard her. I always heard her. Know why? You SHOULD know why by now. Because I am not your average human being. I am BEYOND your average human or wrestler or life-form, I am an entity! You can wound Jack Martin-Sabbath but Diamond Jack Sabbath is unstoppable. Diamond Jack Sabbath is unbreakable. Diamond Jack Sabbath is indestructible. More indestructible than those who actually call themselves that, I'll have you know. Every time I lose, I come back. You should know that after all these years. If XWA had any sense, they’d have warned IYH about me. But without me, XWA is a senseless sess-pit of whiny, whinging babies with shitty nappies. And as for you, Serena...you did great. Oh so great. Every time you mentioned me...I could feel it. The little people, they didn’t have it in them but you...you’ve become something so much more powerful in my absence, and when I do what I wanna do, you’ll make a great aide for me.

TATS RICHARDSON:
I guess they really DID communicate…

MARK SANCTION:
“Communicate”, my ass. He’s completely taking advantage of her mental illness again, playing to her fanatical beliefs, just like he always did!

[Jack kisses Serena on the forehead and releases her from his grip.]

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
I've beaten everyone you people care about, and still when my name was mentioned, people saw me as ‘disgraced’. Well, Diamond Jack Sabbath is a lot of things, and ‘disgraced isn’t one of them, kidda. Look at everyone. Look at the entire population of the human race from the day the Earth was born to right this minute. I am the only person in the entire history of the world to win both the XWA and IYH Championships. I am a living legend! If I were you people, I’d feel bloody lucky. The worst part about being Diamond Jack Sabbath is not being able to be in the presence of Diamond Jack Sabbath from the outside. I bet it’s brilliant. And the very fact that no one else has been able to do what I have done, that makes me One Of A Kind, people. It makes me pretty damn…special. A damn sight more special than anyone else lumbering about in the world!

[Serena stops. She turns and taps him on the shoulder. Jack turns around and blinks. We hear her words through his microphone.]

SERENA MAXWELL:
What about me? I'm special, aren't I?

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Hmm? Oh, yeah, I'll get to you in a minute. I wanted to rule--

SERENA MAXWELL:
But...get to me now. Tell me I'm spec--

[She tries to link arms with him, smiling like an over-excited teenage girl, but he pulls away and literally puts his hand over her mouth.]

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Not now. Jack is talking. Serena is quiet. I’m the special one right now. I will get to you in a minute.

[He releases her and motions away. Serena looks down...and sheepishly wanders off after a few moments.]

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
I wanted to rule both IYH and XWA, and I did. No more. I am bored of the pair of you limping along. I'm going to put the BOTH of you to sleep. I don't care whether it's Lx-Tim or Blyss Lockhart or Shawn Fox or Emery Layton, Owen, Stella and Iser or Archer, Barnez and that absolute pillock A.J Morales - I'm going to end your career. I'm going to make it my personal mission in life to destroy both IYH and XWA in one go, and it starts tonight. Ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourselves. I am BACK to finish what I started.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh no.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
It's the end and there is not a single person alive who can stop me. I am Diamond Jack Sabbath, I am unstoppable, unbreakable and I am back! And if you think you can step up to me, I’ll give you one bit of veteran advice, just between us… JUST...R--

[SMASH.

Jack drops to the floor. Serena Maxwell stands over him, the steel chair- previously sat in the middle of the ring- in her hand. Jack holds the back of his head and turns onto his back, looking up. ]

MARK SANCTION:
Serena just...she just...

TATS RICHARDSON:
She just hit JACK with a chair! What the hell?!

[Serena is about to hit him again when Richard J Maxwell and Levi Hallows hold her back, to much booing. That is until Serena bites her brother's hand and elbows Levi in the face, picking the chair back up and blasting Jack with it again. And again. And again. And again. Richard runs over but gets blasted with a chair. Levi runs over and gets blasted with a chair. She throws it away as she jumps on top of Jack and scratches at his face.]

SERENA MAXWELL:
YOU SAID I WAS SPECIAL! THAT WAS YOUR WORD FOR ME! I'M SUPPOSED TO BE THE SPECIAL ONE! YOU SAID SO! TELL ME I'M SPECIAL! SAY IT! SAY IT!

MARK SANCTION:
She’s going NUTS!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Oh, you THINK?!

[But he doesn't. He can't. He's bloody and beaten. Serena pummels away at him, over and over again. She's too quick for Jack to fight back, even if he could. As security now begin to fill the area, Serena pulls down all of the wedding decorations, throwing them to the ground, finally stopping when she stands over the fallen body of Diamond Jack Sabbath. Kneeling down, she strokes the back of the Innovator of Anarchy’s head, cradling him. He is defenseless.

She kisses his forehead, the blood splattering onto her face as she does. As she leans back, she inhales deeply, closing her eyes. Security rush Serena and cuff her up, dragging her out of the ring.]

MARK SANCTION:
Ladies and gentlemen what...what the hell have we just seen?

TATS RICHARDSON:
He wouldn't call her special when she asked, and we know what happens when you don't tell Serena Maxwell she's special.

MARK SANCTION:
But...but what NOW? Jack was the only person who could've stopped Serena from doing what she wanted, and she just took him out!

TATS RICHARDSON:
I don't know what happens next, but I do know this- if Jack can't stop her...maybe no one can.

[Paramedics load Jack onto a stretcher as Security surround Serena and drag her up the ramp. But she's allowing them, looking forward at all times. She's breathing slowly and with purpose.

And slowly...a peaceful smile.]

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[Adam Fenric's world has been turned upside down. Well, sort of. Planting his tip-toes on the floor, the Futurist pushes his midsection up into the air and his forehead into the carpet of the lockerroom, holding the position. It is like he is putting his Goodbye Cruel World submission hold on an invisible person. He hears no sound, no voices, nothing. He is in his own world. That is until--]

EMERY LAYTON:
ADAM! Oh my God, Adam, you see what just happened?

ADAM FENRIC:
The wedding? No. I was busy. I can only imagine the farcical display it--

EMERY LAYTON:
Sabbath came back...but Serena attacked him!

[Adam stops, moved to such a degree he stands up.]

ADAM FENRIC:
What?

EMERY LAYTON:
Yeah man, she WRECKED him! I just saw them carry him back on a stretcher, he was in a bad way, man. I mean it's nasty and all but...this could be it! Maybe she's come to her senses! I could be getting my friend back!

[Adam shakes his head.]

ADAM FENRIC:
Your optimism is your greatest detriment, Emery. If she was willing to attack even Diamond Jack Sabbath, I fear she is too far gone. Sorry. I think whatever was left of your friend just died.

EMERY LAYTON:
...Yeah.

[There is a silence. Adam stops stretching and reaches for his bottled water as Emery sits on a bench.]

ADAM FENRIC:
On a similar subject, Emery...is there something you're not telling me?

EMERY LAYTON:
Yes, and it's this- you DO have a massive forehead. Sorry you had to hear this way.

ADAM FENRIC:
No. I am fully aware I should not trust Richard J Maxwell to be the carrier of accurate information, but he had mentioned something to me recently about a missing friend of yours. One you were searching for.

[Em closes her eyes for a moment. ]

EMERY LAYTON:
Yeah, well, it's a nice dream. I'm starting to think she never wants to be found. We kinda had an argument. Long time ago. This was back when I lived in Japan. Focused on myself for a bit but now I've achieved a load of my goals, I got time to try looking for her.

ADAM FENRIC:
I see.

EMERY LAYTON:
It's just...I worry. Like, when she left me, she was really sick, man. She was getting weaker, too. But this was like three years ago now. Last time I saw her was in a bar in Tokyo.

[Adam looks up. If his brain made whirring noises when he was connecting dots, it'd be going into meltdown now.]

ADAM FENRIC:
Three years ago.

EMERY LAYTON:
Yeah.

ADAM FENRIC:
In Tokyo.

EMERY LAYTON:
That's the place...why?

ADAM FENRIC:
What was her name?

[Emery pauses, tilting her head to the side. Adam's eyes are wide as he sits forward.]

EMERY LAYTON:
It was Y--

[Door bursts open as Amy Taylor walks in. The two nearly jump out of their skin as she does.]

AMY TAYLOR:
Okay guys- battlestations, right now, no time to chat- Em, you've got Minka, Adam, you've got Owen, then the both of you have the World's Collide Battle Royal. I've just chatted to Austin, prepped him before his match, I can't find A.J, someone told me they saw him running around backstage with the Hardcore title, but I am determined that Taylor Promotions goes home with wins and--am I interrupting something?

EMERY LAYTON:
Nah, it's cool.

AMY TAYLOR:
How’s your head?

EMERY LAYTON:
I’ll cope.

AMY TAYLOR:
You sure?

EMERY LAYTON:
Don’t worry about it, I’m good. Honest!

Amy nods, cautiously.

EMERY LAYTON:
Amy, they REALLY don’t like that we joined the XWA side for this thing. Like, really don’t. I’ve had so many dirty looks from people tonight.

ADAM FENRIC:
That is their issue, not yours.

EMERY LAYTON:
Adam, don’t. Unlike you, I actually do try to get on with the people I work with. I ain’t about to let tonight ruin that.

ADAM FENRIC:
You allow other people to dictate your life too much, that’s your issue.

EMERY LAYTON:
This coming from a dude who literally became a wrestler because Daddy chose him to avenge his name.

AMY TAYLOR:
Guys.

ADAM FENRIC:
Don’t test me, Emery. You depend too much on your ‘friends’. It has always been your biggest problem.

EMERY LAYTON:
Yeah well let's just say I’ve developed a little bit of a thing about losing friends, Adam.

ADAM FENRIC:
Well perhaps you shouldn’t miss them as much as you do. They may not be how you remember them.

EMERY LAYTON:
Meaning what, Adam?

AMY TAYLOR:
Right. Enough. You’re in IYH specifically as a tag team- somehow- and you’re already number one contenders for the IYH Tag Team titles. I want you taking as many opportunities as possible no matter where you’re contracted. If anyone has an issue with that, they can come and talk to me.

EMERY LAYTON:
Thing is...I lost the Supreme XWA Championship. It coulda been facing Blyss Lockhart in the main event tonight. I went into No Man’s Land expecting to keep my title and Tim eliminated me. This might be my only chance to get it back. It was my fault I lost the Supreme XWA title, so I owe it to myself and everyone who went into that match thinking I’d win to try. I can’t do that if I’m on IYH’s side tonight. Southern Hostility can think what they want.

ADAM FENRIC:
Well if I win, we challenge for the XWA Tag Team Championships. If we can win them as well as the IYH Tag Team Championships, then we achieve the vision I have set out to achieve of a Tag Team scene ruled by Layton & Fenric. Is that alright, or does it step on the toes of your friends, Emery?

EMERY LAYTON:
No. It’s fine. Whatever. I’ve gotta go face Minka. See ya later, Amy.

[Emery slides out of the room, leaving only Adam and Amy. The Futurist is still pondering everything Emery said about her friend. It couldn’t be...and yet, it makes so much sense. There's only one thing he hadn’t confirmed. He looks up at Amy.]

ADAM FENRIC:
Are you aware of this 'missing friend' Emery has, Amy?

AMY TAYLOR:
Of course. I've been helping her look using my contacts but she's just completely dropped totally off the map.

ADAM FENRIC:
Amy- tell me her name.

AMY TAYLOR:
Yasuko. Ever heard of her?

[Adam, for the first time in a long time, feels sick. Incredibly, utterly sick. Oh, he’s heard of her.]

ADAM FENRIC:
Your ex-husband returning was the less dangerous option for everyone.

[The Futurist grabs his cloak and leaves, as quickly as he can. Amy holds her hand out but Adam completely pushes past her. Amy wipes her forehead, now alone in the locker room as we go to our next match.]

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Rapid Fire Championship Match
Rapid Fire Rules Match (10 Minute Time Limit)
The Blue Dragon © (IYHWF) vs Austin Carter (XWA)

[Once Stella hands her championship belt to the referee to show off to the fans before he hands it down to the timekeeper, she gives the most annoying grin possible to her challenger, barely heeding the referee as he gives a fast rundown to Austin on exactly what the rules mean before he steps out of the way and calls for the bell!]

DING DING DING!

[The pair explode into action as the bell rings, and as both are a good mix of high flyer and technical skills the first few moments are more than enough to show that both of them know their flippy shit! Stella dodges an incoming Missile Dropkick from Austin but Carter manages to stick the landing and he instinctively crouches making Winters’ counter-attack Ground Corkscrew Kick sail just barely over his head, ruffling his hair! He does a push with his legs and backflips out of the way of her Enzuigiri attempt, and he almost topples her with a Legsweep before he hops up to his feet! OH but here is Stella with a Blue Dragon Sleeper, and only Austin’s own technical prowess helps him to escape the hold!

He comes back with a Half and Half Suplex, much to the delight of the fans, but he isn’t done, no, he goes in for the Triplo, the Belly-to-back Suplex executed perfectly, as is the German Suplex to follow, but NO! DENIED as Stella rapidly kicks her feet and slips out of Brainbuster and falls to the mat before he can complete it! She seems way out of it and with the time on the screen moving at inexorable pace Carter forgoes a breather and dives in for a pin attempt - but Stella kicks out at two, staying in the match for her beloved championship!]

MARK SANCTION:
The Rapid Fire Championship was almost coming home with XWA!

TATS RICHARDSON:
In your dreams. Stella is just luring him into a false sense of security.

[Stella shows a bare instant of upset as she rolls free of Austin’s grip, kicking him sharply in the shin just below his right knee causing him to howl out as she rolls backwards and up to her feet. She taunts him a little bit but is ever mindful of the countdown clock glowing brightly on the screen over the stage. Carter winces as he straightens up, but ignores Winters’ taunting as he slips around the referee and shoots the ropes. Stella goes into motion herself and sprints the opposite way, leapfrogging over Austin as he attempts a backslide and the pair go again, this time Stella baseball sliding between his feet as he sets her up for a huge Clothesline!

He rolls his eyes slightly and goes for the far ropes but here’s Stella as she’s followed him this time and as he whips around for the rebound she plants him with a Ground Corkscrew Kick, this one hitting the mark! She hooks the leg for a pin but Austin bulls up out of the pin and shoves her to the side, and howls again as she pinches very high on his inner thigh on the same leg that she kicked earlier! Carter is heated at her antics, even as she aims a few low kicks at his knee and shin, and he slides back after the first few connect, knowing she’s trying to weaken him ahead of any chance to use his Finiscilo!, the Running portion of that Knee Strike being vital of course! The commentary table is abuzz as Stella floats around and zips in close, a Wall Kick rocking Carter and she zips in again and gets caught, a hard Elbow to the face pissing her off and she catches him with a Dropsault, but sees him too close to the ropes to try a cover.

Stella scrambles up on his back for a Camel Clutch, and gets a good crank going on Austin’s neck but he gets his hands and knees under him and manages to buck and break her hold!]

MARK SANCTION:
She does not look happy here.

TATS RICHARDSON:
That’s just her natural face. You get used to it.

[There’s a big buzz amongst the fans now as the clock inexorably winds down, and Stella freaks out seeing how little time is left! The pair move at an absolutely frenzied pace, trading off moves from their high flying arsenal and countering whatever they can that their opponent throws at them in the meantime. Austin gets the upper hand in the final three minutes of the match and things are looking bad for the Blue Dragon after Carter hits her with a modified Headscissors Driver into the near turnbuckle, his Flashpoint having her rubber-legged in the middle of the ring! He goes for the Finiscilo!, but as he moves his leg buckles just slightly, the drag enough to throw him off a little even as he gets moving, and Stella drops, evading the move and tangling his legs up with a classic Drop Toe Hold!

It’s now or never for Stella and she scrambles to her feet, almost slipping and falling as she runs for the corner, and she clambers up to the top, biting her lip as she looks from the screen and the countdown to the downed Austin, willing him to rise!]

MARK SANCTION:
What is this?! What’s she gonna do?!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Just the most perfect move in In Your House history!

[And rise he does, and here comes Stella with the Dragons Breath, her huge Dragonrana, the move that she used once upon a time to reveal that she was ‘for real’, long before she held this championship! BANG! Oh what an impact for Austin Carter, he’s wiped out on the mat and Stella shrieks at the referee to count as she hooks both legs, her eyes glued to that screen!]

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING!

Tommy Henderson: And here is your winner via pinfall and STILL your In Your House Wrestling Federation Rapid Fire CHAMPION… The Blue Dragon… STELLA WINTERS!

MARK SANCTION:
Welp, it’s a little disappointing that Austin wasn’t able to pull off the win tonight so XWA could have a new championship, but he fought his ass off and no one can deny that.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Stella fought just that little bit harder though. This is why people should be afraid to step into the ring with any of The Bad Omens.

[Alice Cooper’s “Poison” plays as Stella scrambles up to her feet, snatching her Rapid Fire championship belt from the referee’s grip, she holds it up high with both hands and then taunts the fans and Austin with it, shouting that she told him so, she told them ALL so! Austin hits the mat with his fist, showing some of that intensity he displayed during the match. He rolls to his feet and realises Stella won’t appreciate or reciprocate a show of sportsmanship like a handshake so he just nods to her before he exits the ring and leaves to the back, letting her continue her celebration.]

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[After her match, Stella is seen walking backstage with a bottle of water trying to catch her breath. The Rapid Fire Championship sits proudly on her shoulder. But she suddenly stops in her tracks as she turns the corner, seeing absolute mayhem as A.J Morales is attempting to fight off the duo that is IYH tag team SBYA. Stella steps closer with a smirk on her face, not interested in helping A.J at all, but absolutely into watching him get his ass beat down. As A.J lays crumpled up on the floor, Stella grabs Akihiko, spinning them around before slamming her Rapid Fire Championship into their face all while Etsuko attempts to take advantage of the hardcore 24/7 rules by hooking A.Js leg for a pin in the middle of the hallway. Stella however gives a swift kick right to Etsuko face before stomping on them a few times. They attempt to block Stellas shots but Stella is relentless with her punt kicks, getting a few good ones into their ribs before going back to their face. Once Stella is satisfied with the damage she then turns her attention back to A.J with a big smirk on her face, hitting him with a double knee stomp right to his chest before throwing her body on top of his in a pin.]

1

2

3

[Stella gets back to her feet snatching away XWA’s Hardcore belt with a maniacal laugh, before scooping up her own Rapid Fire Championship from the ground. She leans over, getting into AJs face while holding up the Hardcore belt as even though he’s dazed right now, she wants him to know exactly who took away his championship.]

STELLA “THE BLUE DRAGON” WINTERS:
Congrats on the engagement, bitch!

[Stella backs away from him as he barely manages to push himself into a seated position, before charging at him drilling her knee into his face. She gives a cautious look around before running down the hallway in a hysterical fit of laughter.]

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[A camera makes it's way through the backstage area before opening the door and finding a young man pacing the locker room. He's dressed in his ring gear, with a slight twist, instead of the usual Union Jack logo embedded on the left side of his black ring jacket, it's replaced with a customised IYH logo, in fact, his whole gear is IYH themed. There's an air of frustration in the room.]

OWEN “INDESTRUCTIBLE” GONSALVES:
It's been some time, since I've...really talked in front of a camera, it's been some time since I really ventured back out onto my own here in IYH but you see? I made the decision to try keeping all my thoughts inside that ring or at the very least to Twitter...I wanted Season 2 to be about Owen, the wrestler and about The Vision.

[Gonsalves stops pacing and turns dead on to the camera.]

OWEN “INDESTRUCTIBLE” GONSALVES:
Season 2 ended with Craig Anderson leaving IYH and The Bad Omens holding every single championship here.

[There's a sense of bitterness in his tone at the mere mention of one of the most dominant groups in IYHWF history.]

OWEN “INDESTRUCTIBLE” GONSALVES:
Marcus Blackbeard and Dante Locke are the IYH Tag Team Champions, Stella Winters in the Rapid Fire Champion...Seth Iser...

[A momentary pause at the mention of the Voldemort to Owen's Harry Potter, the Gary to Owen's Ash, the Thanos to Owen's every superhero in Infinity War…]

OWEN “INDESTRUCTIBLE” GONSALVES:
Seth is the Proving Grounds Champion, and Blyss fucking Lockhart is IYH Champion, nicely done Gordon. But the point I'm trying to make is that Season 1 was the ascension of Owen Gonsalves, I had returned to the Australian wrestling scene for the first time in years and made my way back up, all the way up to being crowned the 6th IYH Champion, and Season 2...was undoubtedly the decline. I had a lot of fun wrestling alongside Craig and I am beyond proud of the fact that I was apart of his final match here, but you see, this season should've been the season where we won the IYH Tag Team Championship, or the season where we dominated the tag division, or....fucking something! ANYTHING!

[Gonsalves throws an enclosed fist at a locker, the slamming of the metal echoing throughout the empty room along with his raised voice.]

OWEN “INDESTRUCTIBLE” GONSALVES:
But it wasn't that, instead it was a season of being accused of being lazy, it was a season of being forgotten about, it was a season of going back to being the guy who had great matches but not much else. It was supposed to be the season where I was the best, the season where I carried this place to prominence and became synonymous with this company. It was supposed to be my shot at carrying this banner, and it flopped.

[Gonsalves turns and leans against the locker, sliding to the floor where he brought his legs in in an Indian seated position.]

OWEN “INDESTRUCTIBLE” GONSALVES:
...Well, that season is over. That time is over.

[A beat.]

OWEN “INDESTRUCTIBLE” GONSALVES:
Tonight is my chance to carry the IYHWF banner, tonight is the night where Owen Gonsalves takes his place as Mr. IYH, as the leader of this locker room. Tonight I don't fight for the Bad Omens, I don't fight for Blyss Lockhart or for Chris Cryptic, I don't fight for The Vision, I don't fight for SHOOTCAMP...I fight for IYHWF, I fight for every single fan that has packed into the Melbourne Showgrounds to watch us for two seasons, I fight for every fan that has been present for 43 of my matches here, from my highest of highest where I won the IYH Championship to my lowest of lowest where I lost to Blyss Lockhart in a fucking bunny costume. I fight for the people that I let down...and I fight to let them know that no matter where I go or what I do, I will forever and always be In Your House.

[His eyes drift down to the logo on his jacket and then down to the floor.]

OWEN “INDESTRUCTIBLE” GONSALVES:
I fight to remind you just who the fuck I am and I fight to show Adam Fenric and the rest of XWA that not only is Owen Gonsalves the best motherfucking technical wrestler alive, but that he cannot and will not be destroyed, not anymore...and I fight to remind our IYH Champion that she's holding MY championship.

[He swings his head up.]

OWEN “INDESTRUCTIBLE” GONSALVES:
And I'm coming back for it.

[Static.]

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[We join Laura Stark, interviewer for XWA Massacre, as she cautiously stalks a backstage corridor in the Cricket Grounds. She can hear it, and so can we- the humming. The delicate singing of a fallen bride. Serena Maxwell sits, no longer in her wedding dress from earlier but now in her gear, her eyes closed as she sways side-to-side. Laura- armed with nothing but her wits and a microphone- approaches.]

LAURA STARK:
Serena...?

[She doesn't hear her.]

LAURA STARK:
Serena.

[Serena stops humming. Her eyes snap open and she turns. She stands up, smiling yet distant.]

SERENA MAXWELL:
Hello Laura. Fine weather. I've a match. Goodbye Laura.

[As Serena tries to leave, Laura jumps in front of her.]

LAURA STARK:
Serena, no. Not after what happened out there.

SERENA MAXWELL:
What happened?

LAURA STARK:
You...you destroyed Diamond Jack Sabbath! He came back, he was ready to marry you, no 'spectral energy' stuff, and you laid him out.

SERENA MAXWELL:
Are you upset?

LAURA STARK:
Well...no...but we need an explanation!

[Serena pulls Laura in, putting her arm around her and playing with her hair as she begins to talk.]

SERENA MAXWELL:
Stark...he wouldn't tell me I was special. And I don't need him to. I don't need anyone to EVER AGAIN. I AM SPECIAL. Why? Because I achieved something that NO ONE ELSE could. A.J. Morales, that FILTHY DISGUSTING MORTAL VERMIN, he retired Jack. But now, I have EXPUNGED him and now, the WHEELS are in MOTION!

LAURA STARK:
What wheels? Serena, none of this makes sense, what are you talking about?

SERENA MAXWELL:
He didn't WANT me, Laura. He didn't want me, he wanted to talk about himself. Understandable- the world REVOLVES around Diamond Jack Sabbath. But if I can't have him, neither can anyone else. Neither can THE WORLD. And so...I did it. I DESTROYED HIM. And now...now, this MORTAL PLANE...it has nothing to revolve around. It has no STABILITY. There is only the EXODUS. And not just here tonight, but both across XWA and IYHWF, the SKY is FALLING, Ms. Stark. The END OF ALL THINGS, the EXODUS has begun. Finally, the WORLD cannot deny it- I AM SPECIAL. The world is ending, none of it matters any more. I can do WHATEVER I WANT, while the rest of them burn.

LAURA STARK:
Serena, you're being hysterical...the 'rest of them'? Who are you talking about?

SERENA MAXWELL:
Laura, you are very small and adorable, but ever-so-DENSE. There are those of us, held together by a single thread. We always have been. A thread called Diamond Jack Sabbath. A thread I tried to love. And now, that thread has SNAPPED because of ME. The entrie world of DJS has just become... ENDANGERED!

[Serena stops herself, laughing. But not maniacally, not in madness, but in relief.]

SERENA MAXWELL:
Oh, Miss Stark...I'M FREE. No one to STOP me. No one to TELL ME 'NO'. No one to hold me back. The EXODUS hassssssssssssssssss begun.

[With that, Serena leaves a puzzled-but-worried Laura Stark as we go ringside.]

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No Disqualification No Count-out Match
”Unexplainable” Serena Maxwell (IYHWF) vs The Lynx (XWA)

[The Lynx towers over Serena Maxwell, but the Unexplainable One doesn't seem to show any fear whatsoever. There is no chain-wrestling to be had in the early going as the Lynx literally chases the smaller-albeit-quicker Serena round the ring. Jumping onto the ropes, Serena springs off, looking for a springboard crossbody of some kind, but the monstrous Lynx catches her in mid-air and slams her to the mat with a gutwrench powerbomb.]

MARK SANCTION:
The Lynx already in control of this one, even after Serena trying to escape him. Gotta say, this is a scary match right here. Two former XWA Hardcore Champions in the same ring here, too!

TATS RICHARDSON:
You've got the Lynx in one corner- some dude who legitimately thinks he's from Hell and acts like it. In the other corner, you've got Serena Maxwell and...well, you've seen enough of her tonight, you don't need ME to tell you! This is like Freddy VS Jason, only not utterly terrible in almost every way.

MARK SANCTION:
I kinda liked it. Sort of. I mean for what it was, which was a silly movie that didn't take itself too seriously but--

TATS RICHARDSON:
Oh my God, stop it with the bad takes. You're supposed to be smart!

[No, Serena is not deterred in the slightest. After kicking out of a pin attempt, she finds herself locked in an abdominal stretch. After some moments of struggling, Serena manages to fight her way out of it somehow, knocking Lynx back. From this point on, Serena decides enough is enough, licking her bottom lip before raining down on the Lynx with an array of punches and kicks and claws and scratches and whatever she can do. The Lynx turns away to shield himself but Serena jumps on his back, screaming the entire time, and also trying to grab his mask and pull it off. Lynx throws her over his shoulder and she lands on the mat, but not soon after she's back again, this time managing to knock the big man down by dropkicking his left knee and then kicking him in the face with a running single-leg dropkick. As the Lynx lies on the floor, she marches around the ring, demanding the fans tell her only one thing - "TELL ME I'M SPECIAL!"]

MARK SANCTION:
I don't believe it- Serena managed to put down the Lynx! There have been XWA legends who've been unable to do that! This man has been XWA World Television Champion! This crazy girl just chopped him down!]

TATS RICHARDSON:
Don't look now, though, here he comes again!

[Lynx sits up, looking at Serena, like Michael Myers looking at a load of teenagers who just unsuccessfully tried to kill him. Serena Maxwell is not like a bunch of screaming teenagers, though. Instead, she nods, intently and with wild, darting eyes. As he reaches his feet, she goes on the attack again but this time the Lynx is ready for her, knocking her to the ground with a huge bicycle kick. Pulling her back up, the Lynx works over Serena, pulling her limbs apart like she's Stretch Armstrong. When he feels he's done enough of that, he picks her up and throws her off the ropes. When she comes back, he takes her down with a huge spinebuster, or as he calls it, an--]

MARK SANCTION:
Eternal Rest! Lynx hits the Eternal Rest! If he can hit the Doomsday Scenario, this one'll be over.

TATS RICHARDSON:
This guy just never stops!

[Lynx once again pulls Serena up to her feet and does appear to be going for the Doomsday Scenario, but "Unexplainable" Serena Maxwell drops onto her knees and breaks his piledriver grip, crawling underneath his leg and up behind him. Before he can turn, Serena grabs Lynx by the shoulders, puts her knees up to his back and drops to her back, taking him down with a backstabber. As he lies there, she kneels, breathing heavily as she looks to the skies, her eyes burning with hatred for everything that exists, basically. Stomping her way over to the turnbuckle while Lynx is down, Serena turns her back to him.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
Serena Maxwell looking to put this away- looks like those tides are about to rise, people!

MARK SANCTION:
But wait! Look!

TATS RICHARDSON:
What do you-- oh my God.

[Yes, once again, Lynx has sat up and is now standing by the time Serena has positioned herself correctly. Holding both of her arms out, she closes her eyes and flies backwards, flipping in the air. Usually, she would hit her Rising Tide moonsault perfectly, but instead the Lynx catches her in mid-air again. This time, though, Serena wriggles out of it and drops behind the Lynx. Before the Underworld's Greatest Gift turns around, Serena forms her hands into fists and inhales, closing her eyes. It's like she's summoning something from inside her. Once again, she licks her bottom lip, and the top of her mouthguard. Lynx turns, and that's when Serena hits it. Lynx drops to the mat.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
YES!!

MARK SANCTION:
That was...that was the CROWN KICK! Serena just hit the Crown Kick on Lynx!

[Serena crawls over and makes the cover-]

1!

2!

3!

TOMMY HENDERSON:
Here is your winner...THE "UNEXPLAINABLE" SERENA MAXWELL!

["Can You Feel My Heart" by Bring Me The Horizon plays whie Serena has the biggest, cheesiest, murderous grin on her face as she runs her fingers through her hair, victoriously.]

MARK SANCTION:
Serena Maxwell just defeated the Lynx with...with the Crown Kick! Diamond Jack Sabbath's Crown Kick to be exact.

TATS RICHARDSON:
No, Mark. You saw what happened tonight- Jack is GONE. She didn't hit him with Diamond Jack Sabbath's Crown Kick, she hit him with "Unexplainable" Serera Maxwell's Crown Kick!

Serena has grabbed Tommy Henderson's mic, with his hand and body still attached to it.

SERENA MAXWELL:
Mere mortals...I'm FREE. So TELL ME I'M SPECIAL...or Just RUN.

[She throws the mic back to Tommy as she begins to dance merrily to BMTH.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
My God. The "Exodus" has begun, people. God help us in Season Three…

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[The scene cuts backstage to two members of Bad Omens, The Kraken and The Hellhound, standing side by side with their IYH Tag Team Championships on their shoulders. The Hellhound is snarling at the camera as The Kraken practically glares a hole into it. A few moments pass before The Hellhound begins to speak.]

DANTE “THE HELLHOUND” LOCKE:
Tonight, The Kraken and I go up against Levinator and Blake Archer, two men who have no love lost for each other. Do they truly believe they can survive against us?

[The Hellhound scoffs and shakes his head before The Kraken chimes in.]

MARCUS “THE KRAKEN” BLACKBEARD:
The thing about Bad Omens, is that we work like a well oiled machine that was made to break, maim and completely destroy anything that is put in front of us. It’s why every single championship in IYH belongs to us. It’s why the ENTIRE COMPANY basically belongs to us. And tonight? Levinator? Blake Archer? You both will belong to us as well.

[The Hellhound nods in agreement.]

DANTE “THE HELLHOUND” LOCKE:
Exactly. And while we know how to work together, you two won’t be able to put your differences aside to stop us and what we’re able to do. The Kraken and I? We’re the IYH Tag Team Champions for a REASON. It’s because we know how to work together, it’s because we’re the best team, not just in In Your House, but anywhere, including the XWA. I find it amusing that these two were the best XWA had to offer us.

[The Kraken laughed and shook his head.]

MARCUS “THE KRAKEN” BLACKBEARD:
They had to decide who was expendable and it just so happened to be the Levinator and Blake. Instead of letting these two men destroy each other within XWA, XWA has decided to let The Bad Omens of In Your House destroy them instead. And while your team might have a self-proclaimed ‘levinator’, you still stand no fucking chance against a Kraken.

[The Hellhound snarls and responds.]

DANTE “THE HELLHOUND” LOCKE:
And a Hellhound. Hope you’re ready for your souls to be dragged to hell.

[The Hellhound chomps his teeth down with a crazed look in his eyes before he walks off and The Kraken soon follows close behind. The scene then cuts away.]

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[The scene opens up with Blake Archer standing next to Laura Stark. He looks from his right and left and behind her as if checking for something. On his face he is wearing a protective mask. His eyes are bold with a mixture of emotion hidden behind them. Laura clears her throat and looks as she gets the signal they are recording.]

LAURA STARK:
Hello one and all I am Laura Stark for those tuning in for the first time and here beside me is the man known as the King of Canines, Blake Archer. So, um Archer you seem a little nervous.

BLAKE ARCHER:
Nervous? Shouldn’t you be nervous, would you like for Big Lev to have his way with you? I have been going through what I can only assume most the females in his life have went through. The biggest difference is I am big enough that I can stand up for myself. I don’t want to team with Levi for World’s Collide, I want to decimate him. Do you see what he did you my eye Laura? Well do you?

LAURA STARK:
Yes I seen the one isn’t as dark as the other…

BLAKE ARCHER:
How about my face?!

[He positions his back to the camera and pulls off his mask revealing the damage to his face only for Laura to see. She gasp loudly and looks away fighting that urge to look at the grotesque sight. Blake puts his mask back on and returns to standing next to her looking down the hallway still having his alert up for his upcoming tag team partner.]

LAURA STARK:
I am sorry Blake, I didn’t mean…

BLAKE ARCHER:
It is not your fault I am in such a mood right now. I think people belittle just how bad the blood between Levinator and myself really is. He might not respect me and that is fine because I don’t have much for him. As I stated before I didn’t have to go back to a Hart because I was bored, or I couldn’t find bookings. I stuck to my guns and Levi can’t ever take that away from me. I know what he wants Laura, he wants to break me. This isn’t just a tag team match against the IYHWF World Tag Team Champions. No. This is another opportunity for Levinator to humiliate me. How? I haven’t quite figured that all out yet.

LAURA STARK:
Do you think that you two will be able to co-exist at all?

[Before Blake can really collect his thoughts enough to speak a large shadow takes the light from them. The camera catches Laura’s terrified face, and turns to see the large Australian Sensation standing in front of the camera light. The big Australian happily smiles down at Laura, reaching up to cup her cheek.]

LEVINATOR:
Laura. It’s been s--

[Levinator can’t even get out his sentence when Blake is snatching his wrist and yanking it away from Laura. It’s clear Archer is ready to throw down, but Lev just yanks his hand back and snarls.]

LEVINATOR:
Careful /partner/. Wouldn’t want you to have another accident before our match. Would we?

BLAKE ARCHER:
If that were the case it would be unexpected and unintentional, we both know nothing you do is unintentional and you hate the unexpected.

[Levinator chuckles and nods slightly.]

LEVINATOR:
Its true. The unexpected irritates me. Not as much as your presence in this business does, but its running a distant second. But I digress, I didn’t come here looking for a fight Blake, and I didn’t come here so Laura could get her weekly ogle of my goods while acting like she hates me.

[At that Laura seems to shift to keep herself more hidden behind Blake, holding out her microphone just enough for the guys to be heard through it. But Lev’s gaze never breaks from Blake and he grins.]

LEVINATOR:
No. Tonight, you see, you and I have been assigned to hold up the honour of XWA. And we’re in my country. We’re in Australia. And I’ll be damned if I let your weak bitch ass drag me to a loss. So, here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to do your thing, as mediocre as it is. And you are going to try and keep up, and not let me down. Because if we lose….Well….

[Levinator reaches up to wipe away some dirt from Blake’s shoulders and grips the King of the Canine’s by his shirt and pulls him in close, snarling the entire time.]

LEVINATOR:
What I’ve done to you already will look like a scraped knee that our mommy kissed better as a kid. You understand me, George?

[Blake is seen biting his bottom lip causing Levinator to chuckle once more, letting go of his former protege and mockingly patting him in the cheek, before he turns and gives Laura a wink. Stark merely cowers further behind Blake, and Levinator turns and walks the opposite way away of them. Blake watching him go, before he turns to look at Laura who is in a state of shellshock.]

BLAKE ARCHER:
To answer your question Laura, I can do anything I put my mind to. If I need to get along with that big headed neanderthal then I will. XWA is the first company to really take me in and help me grow as a competitor and Levi’s ego is not going to get in the way of me doing what I do best and that is my job. I need to go finish getting stretched out and ready, may I go now?

[She seems almost scared to tell him he can, but has no more questions for him. She nods her head and Blake walks off the scene, while Laura glances in the direction Levinator has left and quickly dashes off the opposite way as the scene fades out.]

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Falls Count Anywhere Match
Minka Carter (IYHWF) vs Emery Layton (XWA)

[Minka Carter entered this match first, and as Emery Layton enters second, the Cleopatra of Profession Wrestling has no patience for her, as she rolls out of the ring and runs forward. The arch-enemies clash on the ramp, battering each other with clubbing right and left hands, much to the glee of the Cricket Grounds. Em and Minka drag each other around the outside of the ring, smashing each other into whatever they can see- barricades, chairs, desks, cameras, cameramen, stairs, the apron, whatever. It's only when Em Irish-whips Minka into the corner of a barricade that she's able to finally roll her under the ropes and start the match proper.]

DING DING DING!

MARK SANCTION:
My God, the first five minutes into this, we've had pure mayhem on the outside and we've only just rung the bell!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Pure, utter carnage- I LOVE it! And I'll love it even more once Minka Carter finally saves the world and gets rid of this pesky DEMON Emery Layton!

[Emery and Minka continue to battle- there's no lock-ups or chain-wrestling to be had here, just two people destined to fight forever, trying to win. Minka grabs the back of Emery's hair and uses it to ram her into the corner, smashing her with back elbow after back elbow. After a third, Em slips down into a seated position, her head against the bottom turnbuckle as Minka now begins to stomp on her. Hard. The ref makes a judgement call and warns Minka off Emery for a few moments, but this only leads to Minka screaming at the ref as loudly as she can about 'DEMONS' and how he's ruining her mission to save the world and other such Minka-isms. But this gives Em enough time to roll out of the corner, holding her head in her hand as she pulls herself up. Minka continues her spat with the ref and Em takes advantage, grabbing her by the back of the head and throwing her into a different corner now, only this time Em doesn't hit her with back-elbows, instead she runs at her with a high dropkick. Running back, Em fires with another dropkick but gets nowhere as Minka slides out of the way before Em can complete the sequence and grounds her, hitting away with more punches and forearms before going for a pin-attempt. Em kicks out at two and flips Minka onto her back, now hitting back with her own forearm smashes to Minka's head.]

MARK SANCTION:
My God, it's like they never stopped fighting from the last time we saw Em and Minka have a match!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Who won that time?

MARK SANCTION:
It was Emery back on Massacre during the last Lord of the Ring tournament, but Minka Carter is somehow even nastier here than I remember her being. What a difference a year makes.

TATS RICHARDSON:
A rivalry with Angelica Layne can force you that way.

[The Demon Killer kicks Em off her. When she stands, she throws a kick, Em catches her foot. Minka goes for a step-up enziguri but Em ducks under and tosses her leg to the floor. Minka stands back up where Em now hits her with a step-up enziguri of her own, which sends Minka to the outside. Em runs across the ring, bouncing off the ropes and hitting Minka with a massive suicide dive as soon as Minka stands up.]

MARK SANCTION:
SUICIDE DIVE from Emery Layton! Very risky for her to be doing that, what with her getting over a recent concussion.

[The two of them lie on the outside, but once they're back to their feet finally, the battle continues on the outside, as it would for a Falls Count Anywhere confrontation. Emery rams her knee into Minka's mid-section and drags her up the ramp, but Minka pushes her away and snaps her with an uppercut. Minka now jumps onto the barricade and then springs off it like it's a rope, hyper-extending her arm and taking Em down with a springboard clothesline! The ref has followed and begins the count as Minka makes the cover. Em reacts to this by rolling out of the lateral press into her own pin, which Minka kicks out of quickly. The two of them battle more up the ramp, towards the entrance stage. Em vertical suplexes Minka onto the steel, Minka retaliates shortly after recovering by kicking Em's legs out from under her and running at her with a shining wizard.

The two drag each other behind a big, white screen that's part of the set. All we can see is the sillouettes of Minka and Em, fighting on, trying to not to fall to one another. Coming out the other end, Emery whips Minka into a speaker, knocking it on it's side! The Cleopatra of Professional Wrestling crawls away, holding her back in agony. She is on the floor now while Emery is up on the stage. That's where the Demon Killer begins to talk, seemingly to no one. But she's not talking to no one, pacing back and forth.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
Come on Minka, now is not the time for this...

MARK SANCTION:
Is she talking to...herself?

TATS RICHARDSON:
She's been getting like that recently. Lots of arguing back and forth with the 'weak blonde', whatever that means.

MARK SANCTION:
But she was blonde when she first came to XWA. Are you trying to tell me she's got two different personalities at war? Minka's a strange woman.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Well lets hope one of them notices what Em's doing!

[Yes, Em is now stood on the stage, primed. Minka seems to settle whatever dispute she's having with herself and turns. That's all Em needs, as she jumps off the stage, reaching out for Minka's neck.]

MARK SANCTION:
As my Massacre announcing partner Tempest would say- PRIIIIKKKKAASSSAAAAAAA--

TATS RICHARDSON:
Not so fast!

[Minka has felt the Prikasa one too many times for one lifetime and isn't prepared to let it happen again, reaching out for Em as she comes down and throwing her to the ground. Em holds her mid-section, completely winded. Minka- eyes wild- grabs Em and drags her back up onto the stage, now holding her up in a standing position. The Demon Killer lets go and jumps into the air spins her entire body, extending her leg. Em feels the might of Minka's foot smash into the side of her head, and she feels just as bad and as sick as she did when Lx-Tim punted her at No Man's Land, as she drops off the side of the stage. Minka jumps down and hooks the leg.]

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING!

TOMMY HENDERSON:
Here is your winner...MINKA CARTER!

[Minka rises to her feet, eyes wide. She's done it. She's 'conquered the demon'. The fans aren’t pleased but she couldn't be happier about it.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
She did it! Minka Carter has saved the world!

MARK SANCTION:
Em does not look okay at all. I can't imagine that kick to the head did her any good.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Probably the DEMON ENERGY passing out of her. She should be thanking Minka really.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh stop it. Minka Carter wins fair and square here at Worlds Collide. The score is even in this endless, bitter rivalry.
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[Stella Winters is seen standing by backstage once again, this time she has the IYH Rapid Fire Championship on her right shoulder while the XWA Hardcore Championship is on her left. She proudly grins at the camera as Stevie Trelain steps into view, she herself not looking happy about Stella becoming a double champion.]

STEVIE TRELAIN:
Congrats on your win earlier tonight against Austin Carter….

[Stella chuckles.]

STEVIE TRELAIN:
And then I guess again against AJ Morales. What made you want to get involved with the brawl that had broken out with him backstage?

STELLA “THE BLUE DRAGON” WINTERS:
Well Stevie, it’s pretty simple, if MY championship was on the line tonight it’s only fair that I got to take advantage of the 24/7 rules, dontcha think? I seem to recall fuckface Morales once bragging to me about this very belt and how it pretty much made him think he was King Dick, ya know?

STEVIE TRELAIN:
I guess...but Stella, this now puts a big target on your back for what could be the rest of the night. Aren’t you worried about that, especially before the rumble?

[Even though Stevie has an excellent point, Stella takes offense to it.]

STELLA “THE BLUE DRAGON” WINTERS:
EXCUSE ME? You seem to forget who I am, Stevie. I’m Estella Winters, the person that makes people scream out STELLAAAAAAAA Cause I leave them devastated in the ring. The Blue Dragon.

[Stella gets into Stevies face.]

STELLA “THE BLUE DRAGON” WINTERS:
A BAD FUCKING OMEN! Who is going to DARE come after me, hmm? YOU?

[Behind Stella there is a distinct clearing of ones throat for attention. Stellas nose curls up as she slowly turns her head to see Lil’ Rainbow Washington.]

STELLA “THE BLUE DRAGON” WINTERS:
The fuck do you want? GET OUT OF MY FACE!

[With no fear, Stella shoves them backwards but they then immediately lunge forward shoving Stella back.]

LIL’ RAINBOW WASHINGTON:
You think I’m gonna sit by while In Your House scum holds an XWA championship?

[They look like they are about to attack again but out of nowhere “The Kraken” Marcus Blackbeard and “The Hellhound” Dante Locke appear and begin to beat them down while Stella casually leans up against the wall watching the brutality of her teammates. She turns her head to look at Stevie with a shit eating grin on her face.]

STELLA “THE BLUE DRAGON” WINTERS:
My point exactly, Stevie.

[Stella clears her throat which causes her teammates to stop their assault on Rainbow, she nudges her head and the three Bad Omens head off down the hallway.]

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Tag Team Match (Non-title)
The Kraken and The Hellhound © (IYHWF) vs Levinator and Blake Archer (XWA)

DING DING DING!

The match starts off with Marcus and Blake in a test of strength in the middle of the ring. They battle back and forth, leaving the crowd impressed, until Blake has Marcus bending backwards. Marcus cuts it off immediately with a knee to Blake’s midsection. As Blake doubles over in pain, the crowd jeers and Marcus delivers a couple forearm shots to the head with a smirk before tossing him hard to the corner. With Blake leaning there, Marcus charges at him for a Stinger splash. Blake recovers quickly with a jab at Marcus before grabbing him in a side headlock. Marcus struggles a bit to escape, only to get rocked with a european uppercut by Blake. Blake continues to force Marcus into the corner with more punches before irish whipping him to the opposite corner but Marcus reverses the throw, sending him there instead. As Marcus rebounds, he takes down Blake with a lariat. Blake slowly gets up and fends off Marcus with a stiff forearm shot that leaves him dazed for a second. With a bounce off the ropes, Blake looks to take down Marcus who ducks out of the way for a German suplex. But Blake is a lot bigger than Marcus realises and after a false start, Blake escapes the hold and turns around, only to get kicked in the midsection and taken down with a DDT instead. Dante can be seen cheering for his partner while Levinator glowers at his and tosses a few choice words at his opponents. Insulted, Dante yells back and flips him off.

MARK SANCTION:
Well, I think it is safe to say these four men need anger management therapy

TATS RICHARDSON:
You’re not wrong Mark. Why don’t you go suggest it to them.

MARK SANCTION:
Hard pass.

Marcus picks up Blake and tags in Dante. As Marcus holds down Blake in an arm wrench position, Dante throws down a hammered fist on his back. With one leg through the ropes, Levinator continues to yell angrily from his corner about Blake’s incompetence which catches the referee’s attention. With the referee distracted, Bad Omens steal the advantage to engage in a 2-on-1 assault on Blake. With Blake dazed, Dante and Marcus carry him for a powerbomb into a turnbuckle. Levinator is absolutely livid by this point and the crowd is showering Bad Omens with boos. Dante goes for the cover on Blake and the referee returns his attention to the count. But Blake kicks out at two. Dante snaps to his feet, looking for an enzuigiri as Blake slowly rises to his knees. But Blake catches his leg and pushes himself up before throwing the leg away. As Dante comes back spinning, Blake levels him with a throat thrust. Grabbing his throat in agony, Dante goes into a coughing fit on the mat and Blake takes the opportunity to punish him with foot stomps. At this point, Levinator goes quiet though still looks grim. With Dante struggling for air and distance, Blake picks him up for a airplane spin before settling in with a torture rack. Marcus yells from his corner, reaching for a tag. Dante frantically reaches out but is too far away from his partner. Levinator on the other hand is itching for a tag and is not happy at the way Blake is “hogging” all the match time. Dante starts to fade until Blake cranks up the pressure, jolting whatever’s left of life back into him. It seems to work in Dante’s favour as he begins to fight back though weakly with elbow shots until Blake is forced to release him. Dante uses all of his strength to wear down Blake with his MMA prowess, a series of kicks and knees to the leg and body. Dante hits a timely liver kick that leaves Blake buckling under. As Blake drops on his knees clutching his side, Dante gears up for a diving high knee. But somehow Blake dodges out of the way and Dante, not wanting to lose momentum, runs the ropes. Blake suddenly catches Dante by the throat and counters with his thrusting chokeslam signature, The Mark! It leaves the crowd gobsmacked and Dante exclaiming “Oh shit!” in midair. Both men crumple on the mat, Dante writhing on the mat as he clutches his back and throat and Blake catching his breath while gripping his side again.

MARK SANCTION:
I think Dante said it best here.

Both men slowly crawl towards their corners and as soon as they tag in their partners, the crowd comes alive with excitement once again, more so for the impending showdown between Marcus and Levinator who’s finally getting some action. Being the fresher of the two, Levinator powers through the match like a battering ram and makes Marcus look even smaller and lighter than he actually is, especially with his crushing Clothesline from Hell signature. Levinator goes for the cover and Dante breaks it up with a foot stomp. Levinator angrily yells at Dante to back off and Dante does but not without a few choice words for him.

MARK SANCTION:
Less yelling more action boys!

TATS RICHARDSON:
YEAH!

Levinator pulls up Marcus against the ropes and tries to keep him dazed with punches before throwing him to the other side. Levinator bends over in premature evasion, only to get kicked by Marcus. Levinator snaps back up in anger and swings a fist but Marcus ducks around to clothesline him out of the ring. The Melbourne crowd cheers, more so out of excitement for all the action so far, when Dante comes out of nowhere to springboard off the steel steps to strike Levinator with a diving high knee. It sends Levinator crashing to the hard concrete floor and the fans respond disapprovingly to Dante who merely soaks it all in without even an ounce of guilt. Dante only quickly retreats when Blake marches over but the referee instructs both men to keep their distance while Levinator begins to show some signs of life. When the referee gets to the fifth count, Levinator has risen to his feet and doesn’t waste a second to throw an insult Blake’s way for what happened. Blake argues back but Levinator isn’t having it as he drags himself into the ring.

MARK SANCTION:
Blake and Levinator need to get on the same page before it ends up being their downfall

TATS RICHARDSON:
Or, and hear me out on this one...they dont and then In Your House tag team Champions, The Bad Omens, can walk away with the win.

Marcus immediately pounces on Levinator with foot stomps before throwing him face first into the turnbuckle. But Levinator stops it with a foot on the lower turnbuckle and fights back with a back elbow. Marcus backs off, only to grab Levinator around the waist. Marcus goes for a German suplex on Levinator. Gripping his head, Levinator pushes himself up as Marcus pulls him. Levinator response with a stiff headbutt in retaliation. This buys Levinator some time to recalibrate before attempting a hanging vertical suplex. With Levinator set on showing off his power here, he doesn’t expect Marcus to be able to reverse it halfway and toss him to the corner. Marcus proceeds to keep Levinator in the corner with punishing hip attacks and elbow strikes before throwing him to the opposite corner. The force causes Levinator to bounce from the turnbuckles in a slow stagger, holding his back. And Marcus takes advantage with a neckbreaker slam. Marcus goes for the cover but Levinator kicks out at two. Levinator rolls to the corner in agony and Blake takes it upon himself to tag in. But it seems like it isn’t what Levinator had in mind and despite the pain, he insists he stays in the fight. The referee however recognises Blake’s tag and instructs Levinator to exit to the outside corner which pisses him off. And that’s when Levinator grabs Blake to take him down with his SRI finisher, the F5. The stunned crowd watches Levinator look down, seething, on his partner who’s completely out of it.

MARK SANCTION:
NO NO NO!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Hahahaha what morons.

Levinator continues to verbally abuse Blake, momentarily unaware of everything else. This allows Marcus to jump in and strike him with his high impact elbow smash finisher, Sydney Smash. Levinator goes hobbling from impact but otherwise remains standing. And Dante takes full advantage to finish off with his Dante’s Inferno finisher, Kimura Lock. The Melbourne crowd is on their feet in nervous anticipation as Levinator goes crashing down on the mat along with Dante who’s applying as much pressure as he can. Unable to escape, Levinator has no choice but to tap out.

DING DING DING!

ANNOUNCER: And here’s your winners… Bad Omens!

"Wolves of War" by Burn Halo starts to play, drawing in jeers around the arena. But Marcus and Dante remain unfazed as they celebrate their victory.

MARK SANCTION:
Bella Quinn is NOT going to be happy with this outcome.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Despite Dante being known as “The Hellhound” maybe she needs to invest in some leashes for her roster.

MARK SANCTION:
Probably not a bad idea in all honesty. We’ve still got the rumble to make a lasting impression on In Your House fans and their competitors.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Nah, I think losing to not only our Tag Team Champions but also the Rapid Fire Champion is all the impression we needed.

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[The camera comes to life. Well, somewhat. While the picture is up and running, there’s nothing in particular to view. The screen is shourred in pitch-black darkness. Norma Jean’s “Reaction” starts to play softly in the background. This darkness accompanied symphony persists for about twenty seconds until.]

Click.

[That pitch-black background is peppered with flashes of yellow and orange particles as they shoot straight up.]

Click.
Click.
Click.

[There’s an excess of yellow and orange particles on the screen. As the camera begins to focus on those fragments, woman’s voice can be heard.]

UNKNOWN WOMAN:
A spark—

[There’s a mild pause before she speaks once more.]

UNKNOWN WOMAN:
It seems so small, almost insignificant...

[Unbeknownst at the time, that clicking was the sound of someone’s thumb on a Zippo lighter. The mixture of particles came to an end—they are replaced by something much more bewitching. A bright orange flame bursts onto the scene and makes its presence known in the center of the shot. It’s thin, but steady. The picture zooms in even more, fixating on that stream on fire.]

UNKNOWN WOMAN:
But that’s the beauty of it all. That small, insificant spark? All it needs is the proper environment. Some Oxygen. A little bit of kindling—

[A mild breeze of wind hits the flame, causing it to flicker back and forth for a moment.]

UNKNOWN WOMAN:
And then that tiny spark becomes more powerful than anyone could possibly fathom!

[Another swift gust hits the flame and forces it to the right. It takes a moment or two before the fire levels out again. The camera remains focused on the flame...But there’s a sound. Cackling crackles flood into the mic. The camera zooms and pans out a moment later. The flame has engulfed the lid of black Steinway & Sons grand piano that’s sitting in an open field. The creeping embers make their way across the piano’s whole body in a matter of mere seconds. Soon, all that can be seen is a rough silhouette of the piano’s skelton.]

UNKNOWN WOMAN:
You know what’s wild? I’ve got a flew sparks of my own. And I can guarantee that I’ll set In Your House ablaze!”

[The sound of her laughter afterwards—it’s nearly deafening. However, it only persists for a few seconds. Then it fades. What’s left of the piano begins to implode on itself. Those embers begin to catch hold of the grass. The fire becomes unruly and spreads out in multiple directions. But before anything seen, the camera fades out.]

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Submission Match
Owen Gonsalves (IYHWF) vs Adam Fenric (XWA)

The two technical machines circle the ring, neither taking an eye off one another the entire time. Following some back and forth banter- well, attempted banter from Owen at least- the two meet in the middle for a tie-up. Fenric is the one to get the upper hand in the beginning, putting on a headlock. Owen places one hand on the back of Fenric's leg, pushing him down onto one knee and his other hand on the Futurist's shoulder, pushing Adam forwards and pulling his head out.

Keeping hold of Adam's wrist, Gonsalves steps over Fenric's arm and brings his wrist to his chest, demonstrating why they call him "Wristlock Sinatra". But Adam Fenric is not one for Sinatra's music, nor the comparison, and after a few moments of finding his footing, the Plague Doctor rolls forward on his shoulder, altering the grip and going behind from under Owen's arm, wrapping his arms around Owen's mid-section, Adam puts Owen to the ground with a waistlock takedown and follows through into a chinlock. But then Owen reverses into his own chinlock. Adam weasels his way into dragging Owen up into a full-nelson but the Submission Alchemist fights out of it, putting Adam into a hammerlock. The Plague Doctor fights out of that now, pivoting on one leg and swiping under Owen's feet, trying to lock on an Anconda Vice but Owen crawls out before Adam can bar it off and pulls Adam's arm into his grip, trying to get a Kimura locked in but Fenric blocks it and rolls backwards.

The two of them stand, still, watching one another as the Cricket Grounds cheer the exchange.

TATS RICHARDSON:
I've gone cross-eyed.

MARK SANCTION:
These two technical masters testing each other's mettle here in this submission match. Experts in their craft, and they're showing it here for sure. A REAL one for the purists, this match.

The two go in for yet another tie-up and this time Owen gets the upper hand, dropping to his knees and taking Adam down with a quick fireman's carry. Grabbing Adam's hand, Owen begins to clasp Adam's individual fingers, pulling them from side to side. The ref asks a pained Fenric whether he gives in, to which he continually says 'no'. The Plague Doctor winds his hand around the wrist of Owen like a spider spinning a web and pulls him towards him, barring his arm off into a double wrist lock! Owen fights, trying to reach for something for leverage but there are no ropes- Adam has positioned them right in the middle of the ring. The Futurist drops onto his back, wrapping his legs around Owen's midsection. It's essentially become a kimura lock of Fenric's own! Owen screams in pain as Adam holds on for dear life.

MARK SANCTION:
Owen in trouble now as Fenric locks in that kimura- wouldn't have expected a primarily MMA hold from Adam, he's normally a catch-wrestling specialist.

TATS RICHARDSON:
When the only way to win is submit your opponent, that doesn't matter. Any hold that'll wear them down or get them tapping, that's all you need.

Eventually, Owen manages to fight his way out of it, pushing himself to a rope to use as leverage. Adam brings him up to his feet, sending him off into the ropes. Owen comes back and Adam sleep-leaps until Owen reverses and whips Adam into the rope. The Futurist jumps onto the middle rope, flipping backwards off it and over the top of Owen. The Indestructible one comes for him with a running dropkick, but the Plague Doctor catches his ankle, hooking his arm around it for an ankle lock. Owen scouts this immediately and kicks Adam forward, staggering to his feet. When Adam Fenric turns around, Owen takes him down with a capture suplex, but keeps Adam's arm, hooking it under his legs and then grabbing the wrist of his free arm bending it backwards. Adam Fenric screams in pain.

TATS RICHARDSON:
KRUKENBERG! Owen Gonsalves has the Krukenberg locked in!

MARK SANCTION:
I dunno if Adam's gonna get out of this one!

Adam feels his entire body being ripped in two, but he's studied this move. He has a plan. It takes him a very long time and much hassling from the referee, but as he rolls onto his back, over Owen's legs and towards the arm that's being stretched, then rolling backwards and prying his hands away from Owen, Adam somehow escapes the hold. But when he does, he captures Owen in a half-nelson, and quick as a flash he turns him onto this front on the ground, hooking both of Owens arms together as he bridges and locks his hands in a butchers grip. Owen Gonsalves screams in pain.

MARK SANCTION:
And now Adam Fenric with Goodbye Cruel World locked in! My God, this is so back and forth!

Owen spends a long time trapped in Goodbye Cruel World, but eventually manages to reverse his way out of it when he plants his tip-toes on the ground and spins his entire body until he's in a sitting position and Adam is upside down, loosening the hold. Owen and Adam, now much more tired than they were, stand up. They're out of breath, bruised and aching all over their bodies, but they do not relent. Adam pulls Owen in, putting him in an armbar and using this to push him down the ground and lock him in...the Krukenberg!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Oh come on- use your own hold, dammit!

MARK SANCTION:
Adam Fenric locking in a Krukenberg of his own!

Adam pulls away at Owen's wrist and it certainly is a mighty good version of Owen's finishing submission, but there's nothing like the original, and besides- Owen knows his own move well. Why wouldn't he know how to get out of it? And so, after a little struggling, the Indestructible Owen Gonsalves fights his way out of his own hold. But in a moment almost mirroring that of before, Owen captures Adam in a half-nelson, turning him over and locking him in the Goodbye Cruel World!

MARK SANCTION:
And now Owen stealing the Goodbye Cruel World!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Man, imagine tapping to your own hold! That'd be embarrassing, right?

MARK SANCTION:
There's nothing worse than putting time and effort into perfecting a hold or move only to have someone do it better and beat you with it. I don't think Adam Fenric would ever live it down.

The Futurist is most certainly NOT prepared to being beaten by his own hold, and thus- just as Owen had got out of his- Adam expertly reverses his way out of his own submission finisher, though not without an immense pain. Perhaps Owen really did lock it in better than him? Perhaps Owen is--wait a second, Gonsalves pulls him right back in and locks on a second Krukenberg, this time with MORE force behind it!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Owen with the Krukenberg AGAIN!

MARK SANCTION:
Will Adam Fenric succumb to the power of Owen Gonsalves this time? Will he submit?

Adam tries. Oh, he so tries. But Owen is seconds away from pulling his arm off. He can feel his limbs giving up. And it's in that moment...

Adam Fenric TAPS!

DING DING DING!

TOMMY HENDERSON:
Here is your winner by Submission... "INDESTRUCTIBLE" OWEN GONSALVES!

MARK SANCTION:
What a match, ladies and gents. Not a single punch or kick thrown throughout, just raw, grounded wrestling and I loved every second of it.

Adam stands, very hurt- both physically and in pride...and puts his hand out. Owen grabs it, and the two shake hands in a moment of respect. The Cricket Grounds engage in a standing ovation for the pair of them.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Say what you want about either competitor, they both fought really hard and proved they truly are two of the best technicians in the game today.

As "Blockbuster Night Part I" by Run The Jewels plays over the P.A system, match winner Owen Gonsalves leaves the ring, but Adam Fenric does not. Why would he? He drew Number One...he's got a Battle Royale coming in just a few moments time…

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[The show cuts to backstage where The Blue Dragon Stella Winters is once again walking the hallway with both the Rapid Fire Championship and the XWA Hardcore Championship on her shoulders. This time however, Marcus “The Kraken” Blackbeard and Dante “The Hellhound” Locke follow protectively behind her. They stop off in the catering section as Stella grins.]

STELLA “THE BLUE DRAGON” WINTERS:
Sorry you boys won't be in the rumble tonight, but you guys just had a big tag match. I guess Cryptic thought it would best to put me in there and Seth of course.

[Stella reaches out snatching a carrot stick from a platter but before she even gets to take a bite, her nose curls up in disgust.]

STELLA “THE BLUE DRAGON” WINTERS:
The fuck is that smell? It smells like….sweat, desperation and….

[As she turns her head to the source her eyes narrow at Owen Gonsalves who had just made his way back after his match.]

STELLA “THE BLUE DRAGON” WINTERS:
Shit!

[Owens eyes roll so hard it is a miracle they are still inside of his head.]

OWEN “THE INDESTRUCTIBLE” GONSALVES:
Find someone else to annoy, Stella. Before your fingers get broken….again.

[He smirks, but Stella seems downright outraged as she throws the carrot stick to the ground.]

STELLA “THE BLUE DRAGON” WINTERS:
YOU DIDN’T BREAK MY FINGER YOU FUCKING BITCH!

[Stella gets in Owens face looking like they are about to fight, but Stella snaps her fingers and instead Marcus and Dante rush in to beat down Owen. Stella gives a shrieking laugh as she backs up, but that laugh soon fades as she backs into someone. The camera moves slightly to reveal it’s none other than Emery Layton. The Emery Layton who believes IYH has held her back due to Chris Cryptics romantic relationship with Stella Winters. Stella seems almost nervous at the look in Emerys eyes.]

EMERY LAYTON:
I think you’ve something that doesn’t belong to you, Stella. You had a bit of craic with it, but it’s time to hand her over.

[Emerys eyes go to the XWA championship and instinctively, Stella starts to exchange punches right there in the hallway with Emery. Owen isn’t completely alone as Angelica Layne and Shawn Fox have turned up and are now taking the fight to Marcus and Dante. Emery has Stella on her knees and charges at her with a vicious Busaiku Knee Attack. Chad Nash appears out of nowhere, pulling Emery off of Stella with his hands cupping her breasts.]

CHAD NASH:
Easy darling, you don’t want to do this!

[Emery breaks his hold and spins around, throwing punches at Chad screaming about how much of a creep he is. The camera pans out more to show the absolute chaos that has broken out in the catering area while Stella lays on the ground. The camera continues to pan out to show Tyson Nash completely in awe with a mouthful of food. It takes him a little longer than it probably should to spot the XWA Hardcore championship and the current champion down and out. He looks around quickly before gingerly dropping to his knees and hooking Stellas leg, with his other hand firmly on her ass. No one else has even noticed that this is happening.]

ONE

TWO

THREE!!

[The referee picks up the belt and hands it to Tyson who laughs too loudly. Everyone stops and looks at him holding the belt with both hands in the air as he celebrates.]

TYSON NASH:
YAAAAS!!! THE ERA OF NASH IS NOW, YOU CAN’T STOP ME CAUSE I’M A DTF ALL NIGHT LOOOOONG!

[Before everyone rightfully beats the crap out of Tyson, Chris Cryptic appears and looks around at the destruction, he even gives Stella a concerned glance before looking at everyone with a stern look.]

CHRIS CRYPTIC:
Enough of this. The rumble is about to begin which most of you are part of. Whatever this is, settle it at another time and go get ready.

[It’s at this moment that Tysons face goes from happily ecstatic to “Oh fuck” as he just remembered, he too is part of the rumble and is now going into this match with a huge target on his back. The scene begins to fade as security and officials attempt to keep people from attacking each other further and Cryptic checks on Stella.]
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[We find Dontell Porter and Jason Moana in the back of the convertible all-white crossover they drove to the ring earlier in the night.]

DONTELL PORTER:
Finally! Where y’all been?

JASON MOANA:
How y’all feelin’, Melbourne?

[Normally, there would be a strong majority of cheers for the duo, but siding with XWA means the two get a decidedly mixed reaction.]

DONTELL PORTER:
A’ight, look, we get it. We picked XWA over IYH, that looks sus, we understand all that. We was gon’ explain all that before our match, but they blew that TV time on Lil Rainbow, so clearly somebody in the production truck gotta catch a fade.

JASON MOANA:
But look, look...we coulda repped In Your House against Storied History, huh?

DONTELL PORTER:
Yup!

JASON MOANA:
Coulda pinned the XWA tag champs, huh?

DONTELL PORTER:
Yup!

JASON MOANA:
Except one of ‘em’s in the main event and the other ain’t even here, so can they book that?

DONTELL PORTER:
Nope!

JASON MOANA:
We coulda repped In Your House against Layton & Fenric, huh?

DONTELL PORTER:
Yup!

JASON MOANA:
But they already had those singles matches plus the Rumble, so they gon’ take a 3rd match?

DONTELL PORTER:
Nope!

JASON MOANA:
See, it’s like that the whole rest of the division, man. Jake and Amy Jo, TRDF, DareDiablos...everybody we coulda tagged against on IYH’s side, they either ain’t here or they off doin’ other shit.

DONTELL PORTER:
So if we wanted to put on that tag team clinic…

JASON MOANA:
If we was gon’ show the world just how crazy the tag team game can get out here…

DONTELL PORTER:
...we had to ride for XWA.

JASON MOANA:
And that match with Kelly and Sean was a fuckin’ clinic, huh?

[The crowd cheers, and it’s a much more unified response]

DONTELL PORTER:
See? See? Y’all get it! Y’all know tag team wrestling!

JASON MOANA:
But hol’ up, hol’ up, we still got more to do around here tonight. See, we ain’t takin’ this off-season off, yadidamsayin?

[Jason reaches down to the floor of his seat as Dontell keeps talking.]

DONTELL PORTER:
Nah, man, we been chasin’ tag titles all over! Check this shit out!

[Jason pulls out a pair of championship belts with red leather and silver plates and hands one to Dontell.]

DONTELL PORTER:
We signed with Red State Rising, out where them cousin-fuckers Southern Hostility come from? That tag division was in straight SHAMBLES until we showed up.

JASON MOANA:
They ain’t even have belts for us to fight for, that’s how bad it was. We had to make these and declare OURSELVES the champs.

DONTELL PORTER:
And then in a couple weeks, we got some more tag titles to win in Mexico City. But tonight...tonight, I got a plan to jump the line on those XWA tag titles…

JASON MOANA:
Tell ‘em, Dontell!

DONTELL PORTER:
See, I’m finna be in that Rumble tonight…

JASON MOANA:
Okay!

DONTELL PORTER:
And I think I gotta pretty good number drawn…

JASON MOANA:
Okay!

DONTELL PORTER:
And I think I’m gon’ throw everybody over the top rope ‘till I’m the last one in…

JASON MOANA:
Okay!

DONTELL PORTER:
And then we gon’ hit Madison Square Garden, take out Storied History, and put them XWA tag titles around our waists…

JASON MOANA:
EXACTLY where they’re supposed to be.

[The two throw up the “W” hand sign for a moment, but then Dontell spots something in his rear view mirror, instantly looks enraged, and starts walking away from the car. Jason looks in that same mirror and facepalms as we hear Dontell start slamming Lil Rainbow Washington’s head against a door over and over again, all while telling Rainbow to get the fuck back to SoundCloud already.]


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Winner receives a title shot of their choice at a later date
30 Man Worlds Collide Battle Royal

The Melbourne Cricket Grounds are full of excitement. The XWA and IYH have done battle all night, but now it’s about to get even more intense. Stood in the middle of the ring is Tommy Henderson, IYH ring announcer.

TOMMY HENDERSON:
Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the Worlds Collide Battle Royal! This match will follow ‘Rumble’ rules- thirty competitors will enter one-by-one ever 90 seconds! In order to be eliminated, a competitor must be thrown OVER the top rope with both feet touching the floor. The last person in the match will be declared the WINNER of the match and will receive a shot at either the IYHWF Championship, the Supreme XWA Championship or the Tag Team Championships for their respective promotion at a later date!

Adam Fenric paces up and down. He is already in the ring, having stuck around following his match with Owen Gonsalves. He is bruised, but ready for whoever is about to come out...

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ENTRANT NO. 2:
GORDON FURY (IYH)


The Melbourne fans break into joyful cheers as “Vs. The World” by Under The Influence blasts through the speakers, signalling the entrance of IYH’s Gordon Fury. Adam gives Gordon a respectful distance to enter the ring and interact with the crowd for a bit before the match gets underway. Both wrestlers circle the ring before Gordon dives for a single leg takedown but Adam has him scouted, pouncing on him for an arm lock. Gordon moves to escape while making sure to keep his arm free from any other hold Adam is attempting to switch to. Adam falls on the mat as Gordon pulls himself up and turns him on his back. Adam grabs Gordon’s arm to try another submission hold but Gordon denies him and instead attempts a cover. Adam is quick to flip Gordon over on his belly before climbing on his back for a sort of half nelson hold when Gordon stops him. Adam changes direction towards a leg lock, pulling Gordon’s foot up. Gordon rushes to the bottom rope and uses it to turn himself over and release from the hold. Adam respectfully backs off and both men get back to their feet, drawing appreciative cheers from the crowd.

MARK SANCTION:
Both these men may work for IYH but let's not forget Adam is representing XWA in this rumble match here tonight.

TATS RICHARDSON:
What gave it away? His and Emerys constant crying over my bosses sex life and conspiracy theories that are insane?

MARK SANCTION:
You too have cried about conspiracy theories ALL NIGHT.

The match resumes with a lockup in the centre, this time Gordon wasting no time with a couple knees to the body. Adam blocks Gordon’s follow-up kick and retaliates with an aggressive arm wrench. Gordon tries to fight back but Adam is quick to go for an armbreaker that drops Gordon on his knees. Still holding Gordon’s arm, Adam proceeds with another armbreaker before setting the arm up for a brutal stomp. Adam pulls Gordon to his feet and attempts to throw him out of the ring but Gordon holds on despite the pain. With Gordon not at all budging from the ropes, Adam gives up and switches gears to irish whip Gordon to the corner. With Gordon leaning there, Adam charges at him before getting thrown up into the air with a back toss. The crowd goes “ooh!” at the near elimination as Adam manages to land safely on the apron.

MARK SANCTION:
Close but no cigar, Adam is still in this.

TATS RICHARDSON:
For now.

Gordon turns around to throw forearm shots but Adam blocks to counter with a hard slap on the chest. As Gordon staggers back, Adam steps through the ropes and hits a spinning wheel kick that crushes Gordon to the mat. While Gordon regains his bearings, Adam takes his time to march over before grabbing his opponent in an abdominal stretch. Gordon struggles for a bit until he escapes it and retaliates with back elbows to the face. Adam falls back on the ropes from impact and Gordon gets some momentum going with stiff knees and kicks to the chest. Adam doubles over in agony, clutching his chest, before Gordon tosses him to the other side and delivers a roundhouse kick to the chest that slams Adam back-first on the mat. Cheers ring out through the crowd as Gordon sets up Adam in the corner. Gordon goes charging at Adam for a flying elbow smash that leaves Adam momentarily incapacitated. This allows Gordon a chance to carry Adam over the ropes in an attempt to eliminate. The crowd is on the edge of their seats when it looks like Adam is about to be eliminated but he fights back with determined elbows and Gordon is forced to back off. It’s at this point that the countdown begins for the next entrant. The fans get all excited to see.

MARK SANCTION:
Listen to this crowd, they want more action.

TATS RICHARDSON:
They usually do, selfish pricks.

3!
2!
1!


ENTRANT NO. 3:
CIAREN DONEGAN (XWA)


“Irish Drinking Song” by Buck-O-Nine starts to play and the arena is immediately drowned out in surprised reaction of mostly cheers upon recognition—it’s XWA’s resident drunk-and-disorderly-Irishman, Ciaren Donegan! Ciaren soaks in the huge reception from the crowd like he’d soak in Guinness and is as he makes his way to the ring. When Ciaren climbs up on the apron, he watches Adam lying on his back in the far corner while Gordon is pulling himself up on his feet.

MARK SANCTION:
Ciaren has picked a helluva time to come into this match.

TATS RICHARDSON:
I can see it in his eyes, seedy little shit is going to try and take advantage here.

Ciaren charges at Gordon who ducks and both men run the ropes. Ciaren aims for a running forearm strike but Gordon ducks again and bounces off the ropes, picking up more pace. Ciaren turns around to counter with a hip toss. While Gordon rolls away to recover, Adam is back on his feet and grabs Ciaren in side headlock. But Ciaren is ready to fight back with punches to the gut, forcing Adam to let go. Ciaren hits the ropes and takes down Adam with a running spear before doling out punishing punches. Feeling a burst of adrenaline, Ciaren lets out an alcohol-fueled yell as he jumps to his feet.

MARK SANCTION:
Ciaren is on fire tonight...

TATS RICHARDSON:
I wish someone would set this annoying fuck on fire.

Gordon returns to the action with a forearm shot to the back of the head and a waistlock from behind, looking for a German suplex. But Ciaren breaks out of Gordon’s grasp and hits a back kick that lands too close for comfort. As Gordon doubles over in agony, Ciaren takes him down with his running knee to the face finisher, YA BAAAAASSTAAAARDDD. The crowd jeers but Ciaren doesn’t care as he hops up on the middle turnbuckle to celebrate. And the countdown begins again...

3!
2!
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ENTRANT NO. 4:
.PAAK (IYH)


“Different Sense” by Dir En Grey takes over the sound system and the IYH fans in the crowd get excited for the surprise re-debut of one of the best that has ever graced IYH’s ring, .PAAK.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Awww shiiiit, .PAAK IS BACK AND READY TO ATTACK THESE XWA FUCKHEADS…

MARK SANCTION:
You almost had a nice poem going before being a shit.

Ciaren, still in celebratory mood, takes his time to climb down the turnbuckle as .PAAK slides into the ring and heads straight for him. Ciaren swings a wild fist but .PAAK expertly evades before kicking him in the midsection. As Ciaren staggers back, .PAAK launches into a series of palm strikes that leaves him dazed against the ropes. With Ciaren still out of it, .PAAK steps back before striking him down with a rolling sole-butt kick. Ciaren goes flying backwards over the ropes from impact, eliminated. The crowd goes crazy!

ELIMINATION: Ciaren Donegan (XWA)

MARK SANCTION:
.PAAK has eliminated Ciaren, he was on a great roll too.

TATS RICHARDSON:
The best roll was when he tumbled down to the ground, HAHAHA SEEYA!

By this point, Gordon and Adam are back on their feet and the three competitors circle the ring warily before they meet in the centre in an explosive contest of kicks. Adam catches .PAAK’s leg and throws it away, leaving her to spin back around for a leg lariat. Gordon catches .PAAK from behind and throws her back over in a German suplex. Gordon picks up .PAAK to try and eliminate her and Adam joins in to help. But .PAAK manages to hang on and fights back with a kick to Adam’s face and an elbow to Gordon’s, forcing them to let go. .PAAK lands on the outside apron and as both men stagger back, she leaps up for a dropkick and tornado DDT combo to them. The crowd is left impressed. And the countdown begins again.

MARK SANCTION:
Both men tried to eliminate her but .PAAK refuses to give in.

TATS RICHARDSON:
She was one half of IYH best tag teams for a reason. She is used to people trying to double team her and I respect her enough to not make a sex joke here.

MARK SANCTION:
Shocked at this.

3!
2!
1!


ENTRANT NO. 5:
THE LYNX (XWA)


The arena is greeted with the sudden guitar riffs of “Repentless” by Slayer as fog fills the air around the stage. XWA’s The Lynx slowly walks through, seemingly limping his way down the ramp, and the crowd grows hostile towards him. Lynx takes his time while Gordon is first to get up inside the ring and .PAAK whips him to the ropes. As Gordon’s back hits the ropes, Lynx grabs his legs from under the bottom rope which forces him to faceplant. The fans jeer as Lynx slides into the ring to catch Gordon with the Asiatic Spike. Meanwhile, .PAAK has turned her attention to Adam, trying to eliminate him over the ropes. Gordon struggles and Lynx falls back on the canvas, wildly screaming and applying more pressure on the hold. As Gordon goes limp, Lynx aggressively casts him aside and returns to his feet, looking for another victim.

MARK SANCTION:
Lynx just wants to annihilate people tonight

TATS RICHARDSON:
He can do it to XWA people and leave IYH the fuck alone

Scowling, Lynx spots Adam and .PAAK in the middle of a scuffle on the other side of the ring and like a man possessed, he goes straight for .PAAK with a German suplex. Down goes .PAAK and she rolls away in agony from impact. And that leaves Adam barely hanging on the ropes and when Lynx comes charging, Adam’s eyes widen. Adam fights back with forearm shots that easily make Lynx retreat a few steps back. As Lynx doubles over clutching his stomach, Adam steps around Lynx to run the ropes. On the rebound, Lynx lets out a roar as he spins on his heels to flatten Adam with a well-timed Yakuza kick. The crowd looks on in horror at the carnage caused single-handedly by Lynx who leans heavily on the ropes, clearly feeling the effects of the night.

MARK SANCTION:
We haven't even gotten through a quarter of our entrants tonight and this match is already getting chaotic

TATS RICHARDSON:
Time to add some more chaos to the mix.

3!
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1!


ENTRANT NO. 6:
MICHAEL DIABLO (IYH)


As "Badlands" by In Hearts Wake fills the air, the happy crowd welcomes The Devil of In Your House, Michael Diablo. Michael takes his time to enter the ring, catching the attention of Lynx. They engage in an intense staredown that gets the fans excited. Soon enough, they start to trade blows and the crowd is on their feet, egging them on. Neither man wants to back down as they get more vicious with each strike. Despite the exhaustion and pain, Lynx still manages to slug it out against Michael. Eventually, they lock up and Michael grabs Lynx in a front chancery. Lynx has trouble escaping the hold as he’s getting more tired and Michael is determined to keep him down with a foot on the back of the knee. Kneeling on the mat, Lynx struggles to find a way out and when he finally does, he pushes himself up to his feet and thrusts elbows into Michael’s gut. It forces Michael to release Lynx who capitalises with an overhead punch on his back. Michael lashes out with a fierce growl, smashing Lynx in the face with a vicious jab combination that sends him sinking onto the mat.

MARK SANCTION:
Michael Diablo taking the fight to Lynx

TATS RICHARDSON:
If anyone can take Lynx down its him

Meanwhile, .PAAK nearly gets eliminated by Gordon after a dropkick. As .PAAK hangs onto the ropes as much as he can, Adam seizes Gordon in a sleeper hold. Gordon keeps his chin tucked in, refusing to let Adam lock it in. Gordon twists his body to break out of the hold and Adam lets go. Gordon continues to double Adam over with a kick to the midsection and a spinning back kick to the head before completing the sequence with a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd cheers as Gordon catches his breath, keeping an eye out for .PAAK as well who’s still resting in the corner. Gordon turns back to Adam and bends down to pick him up but he suddenly grabs his arm to surprise him with a triangle choke. Gordon struggles in the submission hold as the crowd comes alive with nervous excitement. Adam refuses to let go as he cranks up the pressure on the choke. After much struggling, Gordon somehow carries Adam up as he rises to full height and charges towards the nearest corner, slamming him into the turnbuckles. Adam still holds on and Gordon screams in agony as he tries to slam him again into the turnbuckles in an attempt to break the hold but it doesn’t work. Gordon drops Adam back on the mat and it’s looking like he’s starting to fade but then with a new surge of energy, he raises Adam up on the ropes this time to somehow throw him out of the ring. But again it backfires as the force causes Adam to bounce off the ropes and back down on the canvas. This time, Adam flips Gordon on his back as he switches to a cross armbreaker, sending Gordon into deeper agony.

MARK SANCTION:
Adam isn’t going to snap until that arm of his snaps!

TATS RICHARDSON:
He better stop, otherwise I’m sure Kelly Fury is going to send him angry white girl letters detailing how very disappointed she is in his right “meow”

MARK SANCTION:
….Did….did you just meow at me?

TATS RICHARDSON:
It’s one of the very white girl things Kelly Fury says instead of the word now. Why? I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA!

.PAAK is now on her feet again and breaks up the hold with a foot stomp on Adam. Gordon rolls away to the safety of the ropes while .PAAK hits Adam with a basement dropkick. As Adam lies on his back, .PAAK connects with a well-timed running senton. .PAAK now tries to eliminate Adam from the match and as she struggles to do so, she spots Gordon rising to his feet on the outside apron. .PAAK releases Adam who quickly crawls back inside the ring and trades shots with Gordon. The battle grows intense until Gordon catches .PAAK with an elbow strike that stuns her temporarily. Gordon then grabs .PAAK for a springboard implant DDT into the ring, drilling her head right into the canvas.

MARK SANCTION:
.PAAK may be at In Your House, but there is no love being shown here tonight for their fellow competitors

TATS RICHARDSON:
Team IYH or Team XWA, it’s every man and woman for themselves in this match.

Meanwhile, Lynx is lifting Michael up for a Samoan drop when Michael fights back with staggering punches. Lynx drops Michael as he shakily steps back before Michael whips him to the ropes. On the rebound, Michael catches Lynx with a drop toe hold and delivers an effective thrust kick to the chest. Though it leaves Lynx swaying on unsteady feet, he’s still somehow standing. Michael goes for a spinning back fist but Lynx stops him by grabbing his arm and wrenching it hard. With a primal scream, Lynx then knocks Michael down with his Clothesline from Hell signature, Death by Design.

MARK SANCTION:
I could honestly watch these two men battle it out all night.

TATS RICHARDSON:
And the rewarded for gayest comment of the night goes to you.

Both men take their time to regroup while the other 3 competitors now turn their attention to them. Without warning, Gordon, Adam and .PAAK team up to take out Michael and Lynx together. Michael’s feet are close to touching the outside floor as he hangs on for dear life while Lynx stays leaning against the ropes as .PAAK and Gordon are taking turns wearing him out with vicious methodical strikes. That’s when the countdown timer begins and the fans gleefully shout along with it.

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ENTRANT NO. 7:
SATINE X (XWA)


“Ruckus” by Wu-Tang Clan bursts through the speakers and the crowd goes nuts for the former XWA heavyweight champion, Satine X, as he makes his surprise appearance. Satine raises a kendo stick in the air and the fans roar favourably. With everyone inside the ring completely preoccupied with one another, they don’t realise Satine rushing into the ring and just swinging the kendo stick at them one at time. Faces, legs, midsection; no body part is spared from Satine’s rampage through the ring. And they all go down one by one, some even bleeding from cuts from the kendo stick. Satine X raises the kendo stick victoriously to the crazed crowd.

TATS RICHARDSON:
HEY! HEY! HEY! WHAT IS THIS BULLSHIT?

MARK SANCTION:
That is Satine X and as you can tell he loves his kendo stick

TATS RICHARDSON:
NO NO NO, THIS ISN’T RIGHT, NO ONE ELSE NEEDED TO COME HERE WITH A WEAPON. DISQUALIFICATION!! REF, DISQUALIFY THAT MAN!

MARK SANCTION:
Sorry, no disqualifications here tonight.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Oh, once again, HOW FUCKING CONVENIENT FOR YOU GUYS! IT’S A CONSPIRACY!

Lynx is one of the first to get back up and he immediately seeks revenge, bleeding from fresh wounds. As Satine turns around, Lynx blindsides him with a forearm shot. Satine fights back with the kendo stick but it only seems to send Lynx further into rage mode as he yells in Satine’s face and sucker punches him square in the gut. Satine drops the kendo stick as he doubles over and Lynx continues to beat the shit out of him with the kendo stick. As Satine crumbles on the mat, Lynx breaks the kendo stick apart and throws the pieces on him out of rage.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Atta boy Lynx!

MARK SANCTION:
Satines Kendo Stick had a good run.

.PAAK is next on her feet now and she serves Lynx with leg kicks as she dances in and out of range, making it harder for him to catch her. .PAAK zips past Lynx and hits a basement dropkick to the back of his knees. As Lynx drops on his knees, .PAAK cries out loud as she gears up for a combination of fast palm strikes that leaves him dizzy. With Lynx still kneeling, .PAAK runs the ropes and he counters with a huge Yakuza kick. .PAAK sways on unsteady feet, somehow still standing. Lynx takes his time to regroup before bouncing off the ropes. .PAAK rolls through on the mat, narrowly missing Lynx’s lariat attempt, then pops back up to hit a basement dropkick to his knees. With Lynx back on his knees, .PAAK strikes him down with a skull-crushing roundhouse kick. Meanwhile, everyone else is either taking their time to recalibrate in separate corners or just biding their time.

MARK SANCTION:
.PAAK is giving her all against Lynx...

TATS RICHARDSON:
While all these other lazy fucks are having a snooze break, what the fuck. GET. UP!

Lynx rolls across the ring from impact and slowly pulls himself up with the aid of the ropes. With a newfound surge of adrenaline, .PAAK prepares to charge at Lynx with a clothesline but in the tumble, Lynx pulls .PAAK with him and throws her out of the ring while he somehow manages to hold onto the rope, saving himself. The crowd is shocked at the turn of events as .PAAK is eliminated.

ELIMINATION: .PAAK (IYH)

TATS RICHARDSON:
NOOOO WHAT THE FUCK?!

MARK SANCTION:
Don’t worry Tats, we have another competitor ready to enter in the next few seconds...

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ENTRANT NO. 8:
OWEN GONSALVES (IYH)


"Blockbuster Night Part I" by Run The Jewels blasts through the sound system and the whole arena explodes in cheers for IYH’s and Melbourne’s own Owen Gonsalves.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Ugh, not this lazy fuck.

MARK SANCTION:
Owen Gonsalves is a very hard working competitor, you need to stop believing lies on Twitter.

TATS RICHARDSON:
He needs to stop lying about poor Stellas finger and maybe I’ll stop lying about him.

With a huge grin on his face, Owen wastes no time to run right into the action inside the ring. Satine has Gordon in the corner with a running knee lift that leaves him crumpled in a heap while Michael proves his dominance over Adam with a roaring belly to belly throw that sends him rolling across the ring. Lynx who’s not looking so good right now is resting in a far corner. Owen decides to take on Satine as they trade shots in the middle of the ring.

MARK SANCTION:
Remember everyone, we aren’t even a third of the way through these beast of a match.

TATS RICHARDSON:
They get it, still lots more action to come despite the fact there has already been so much.

After some back and forth, Satine delivers a body kick that leaves Owen staggering back. When Owen returns, Satine goes for another kick but Owen catches his leg and shoves him into the corner. As Satine staggers back, Owen goes for a snapping bicycle knee, aka the Soul-Stealing 7-Star Strike.

MARK SANCTION:
WOW Amazing Bicycle Knee Kick from Owen

TATS RICHARDSON:
If that’s “WOW” to you, wait to see what the rest of our competitors at IYH have in store for you. They may not all be seven foot monsters, but they know how to pull out all the stops.

By this point, Gordon is back on his feet and Owen makes way for him to charge at Satine with a flying elbow smash. It’s safe to say that the crowd is in heaven right now.

MARK SANCTION:
Beautiful flying elbow from Gordon.

TATS RICHARDSON:
And that is the only time anything Gordon does will be considered beautiful. Except for maybe his wife.

As Gordon clears out, Michael irish whips Adam to the corner where Satine is. With the crowd on their feet, Michael goes for a roaring elbow smash as well on both Adam and Satine. The impact crushes the two men, leaving them crumpled in a heap.

MARK SANCTION:
OH THE HUMANITY!

TATS RICHARDSON:
In Your House is cleaning house here.

Lynx returns to the action with a limp and immediately becomes easy target for the IYH stars as they pounce on him. Gordon and Owen double team on Lynx with a spinning back fist by Gordon and a meteora by Owen. Lynx can barely push himself up off the canvas after the impact so Michael picks him up for his Impaler DDT signature, Santos Impaler. The crowd once again comes alive with cheers, repeatedly chanting “IN YOUR HOUSE!”

MARK SANCTION:
Come on XWA!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Too late, In Your House has all the momentum!

With the XWA stars down for now, the IYH wrestlers exchange wary looks as they proceed to try and do battle with each other next. Gordon and Michael launch into a vicious strike trade until Michael grabs Gordon in a clinch and drills hard knees into the chest and stomach. Gordon tries to fight back but Michael blocks to take him down with a German suplex. As Gordon rolls away, Owen returns with a springboard corkscrew european uppercut that sends Michael down on the mat.

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ENTRANT NO. 9:
LEVINATOR (XWA)


“Trying to Be Me” by Tommy Lee takes over the PA system and the crowd breaks out in jeers. Representing XWA is Levinator who comes out in pure intimidating fashion. This spells major trouble for everyone still in the match because as soon as Levinator enters the ring, all hell starts to break loose as he single-handedly wipes out all in his way. Bodies fly and roll everywhere as Levinator works through the ring, smashing and tackling everyone despite their efforts. Even Lynx doesn’t stand a chance after a thunderous lariat.

MARK SANCTION:
Levinator came in and destroyed everyone in the ring.

TATS RICHARDSON:
A bit over dramatic but whatever.

While everyone else is down, Owen tries to fight back but gets caught in a military press slam by Levinator. Gordon too attempts to retaliate but Levinator flattens him with a flapjack. Hurt and in desperate need to recover, Owen and Gordon roll under the bottom rope to the outside after impact.

MARK SANCTION:
Gordon and Owen both getting the hell outta dodge.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Hey if you people can bring weapons into this match, our people can take a few minutes to recuperate.

Levinator looks around him with a self-pleased smirk as the countdown timer begins again.

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ENTRANT NO. 10:
SETH ISER (IYH)


“Gehenna” by Slipknot starts to play, signalling the entrance of Seth Iser of In Your House. Seth and Levinator lock eyes temporarily until Michael interrupts to tie up with Levinator. Seth takes his time to survey the carnage inside the ring before entering. Levinator fights back with forearm shots to the head and knees Michael hard in the chest, leaving him to fall on his knees. At this point, Seth enters the ring and is met with Levinator and the returning Satine and Lynx. All three men of XWA smirk as they spread out to prepare to take on Seth. Seth takes a moment to assess the situation but there’s just no other way this would unfold so he charges directly at Satine for a thunderous boot to the face. Down goes Satine while Levinator and Lynx pounce on Seth with furious punches that completely overwhelm him, forcing him down on the mat.

TATS RICHARDSON:
How fucking DARE they do this to Seth Iser!

MARK SANCTION:
Seth Iser gets that reaction from people on his own.

The XWA supporters in the crowd are hyped up while the IYH fans respond with protests, not because they like Seth but because of the unfair turn of events. And suddenly, those jeers turn to cheers as Michael comes back swinging for the save. Like man reborn, Michael powers through the ring with a final and impressive rebounding belly to belly throw on Levinator. The arena is buzzing with excitement.

TATS RICHARDSON:
You can’t keep a good devil down!

MARK SANCTION:
Which is exactly why the likes of Lynx, Levinator and Satine are still in this match.

Tats Richardson:
DON’T TWIST MY WORDS!

With Levinator temporarily out, Satine and Lynx continue to hold the fort against Seth and Michael. Adam too backs up Satine and Lynx and it gets tougher for Seth and Michael to keep up. It’s at this point that Gordon and Owen who are still legal participants return inside the ring and join Team IYH to keep the XWA stars at bay.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh look who decided to come back.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Shut the fuck up, Mark.

While mayhem continues inside the ring, the countdown timer begins.

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ENTRANT NO. 11:
JEROD BARNEZ (XWA)


"Beast (Southpaw Remix; no intro)" by Rob Bailey & The Hustle Standard ft. Busta Rhymes, Kxng Crooked & Tech N9ne interrupts, drawing hostile reception from the crowd. XWA’s Jerod Barnez marches down the ramp with a cold look in his eyes before entering the ring. As Seth takes out Lynx with a vicious backbreaker, Lynx rolls away to the side. Jerod spots Lynx and shockingly picks him up to throw him over the ropes. The XWA fans are livid.

ELIMINATION: The Lynx (XWA)

MARK SANCTION:
What the hell?

TATS RICHARDSON:
BAHAHAHA ATTA BOY JEROD, ATTA BOY!

Next is Satine who’s trading shots with Michael. But Michael stuns him with a european uppercut before taking him down with a fisherman suplex. Satine struggles to crawl away to get some distance and once again Jerod is there to pick up the pieces as he tosses Satine right out of the ring. The XWA fans let out an upset roar.

ELIMINATION: Satine X (XWA)

MARK SANCTION:
What is even happening?!

TATS RICHARDSON:
It seems to me that Jerod fucking hates his co-workers and is making this job even easier for IYH.

Jerod looks around for another when he spots Michael coming for him. Like two angry bulls, they lock horns until Michael gets the upperhand with brutal clinching knee strikes. Jerod backs off and Michael goes for a thrust kick to the chest. Jerod staggers back some more but comes bouncing back off the ropes for a shoulder block that levels Michael. As Michael pushes himself up, Jerod sets him up for a stalling suplex where he shows off his strength with squats. Mainly jeers can be heard around the arena.

TATS RICHARDSON::
Oh stop the show boating Jerod!

MARK SANCTION:
You thought it was funny just a few minutes ago.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Funny when he does it to XWA people, yes.

While everyone else is engaged in separate battles around the ring, Jerod picks up Michael who slowly but steadily fights back with body punches. Jerod retaliates with his own that leaves Michael swaying as he stays in a kneeling position. Jerod backs up a few steps before charging at Michael who stands just in time to counter with a spinebuster, shocking everyone in attendance.

MARK SANCTION:
HOLY SHIT

TATS RICHARDSON:
Yup.

With Jerod dazed, Michael proceeds to take the opportunity to try and eliminate him. As Michael struggles to push Jerod over the ropes, Levinator comes crashing the party from behind as he eliminates Michael instead. The IYH crowd goes into an uproar, which only pleases Levinator as he flashes that signature shit-eating grin of his.

ELIMINATION: Michael Diablo (IYH)

TATS RICHARDSON:
WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING? THAT LOOK ON HIS FACE IS TERRIFYING!

MARK SANCTION:
He just eliminated Michael and decided to smile to show how happy he was.

TATS RICHARDSON:
SHUT UP MARK!

Meanwhile, in another part of the ring, Owen and Adam are engaged in a tussle. After leaving Gordon knocked flat out with a release German suplex, Seth joins Adam to take on Owen just out of spite. Owen is clearly outnumbered and overwhelmed at this point as he fails to fight back despite his efforts.

MARK SANCTION:
Wow, people really don’t like Owen huh?

TATS RICHARDSON:
I told you, it’s because of his lies about Stella. People love Stella around here.

MARK SANCTION:
Why don’t I believe you?

3!
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ENTRANT NO. 12:
TYLER STORM (IYH)


"Eye of the Tiger (Metal Cover)" by Leo Moracchioli feat Rob Lundgren blasts over the speakers and the crowd goes nuts, completely surprised at the entrance of Tyler Storm representing IYH in the match. Tyler greets the fans with a smile and nod before making a dash towards the ring.

MARK SANCTION:
OH MY GOD!

TATS RICHARDSON:
WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE? NO! STOP THIS! IS….IS HE WORKING FOR IN YOUR HOUSE NOW?

MARK SANCTION:
It seems so Tats.

Tyler arrows in on his Shootcamp partner Owen for the save, evening the odds against Seth and Adam. Seth tries to fend off Tyler but Tyler ducks and takes down Seth with a spear before he and Owen launch into a breathtaking sequence of Tyler’s jumping knee strike to Owen’s snap dragon suplex aka Paroxysm to Tyler’s bicycle kick on Adam. As Seth groggily gets to his feet, Tyler stuns him with a spinning heel kick while Owen gets to the outside apron and flies into the air for a slingshot flatliner. Seth drops on the mat from impact. And the IYH crowd goes into a happy frenzy for Shootcamp.

MARK SANCTION:
The fans are totally into this Shootcamp reunion right now.

TATS RICHARDSON:
It wont last forever in In Your House, especially if they continue to be a thorn in The Bad Omens thighs.

3!
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ENTRANT NO. 13:
BLAKE ARCHER (XWA)


"Personal Jesus" by Depeche Mode fills the air and XWA’s Blake Archer storms down the ramp, ignoring the unfriendly reaction from the crowd. Blake seems to be a man on a mission as he makes a beeline for Levinator. The two men immediately engage in a most vicious exchange; it’s clear that neither like the other.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Hey so, I know it’s every man for themselves but do these XWA guys know it’s better to clear out the IYH people first or nah?

MARK SANCTION:
Some people are so blinded by hate they fail to add common sense into things.

Meanwhile, Gordon and Jerod are doing battle near one corner. Gordon charges at Jerod who dives out of the way, leaving him to crash hard into the turnbuckles. Jerod quickly tries to eliminate Gordon by pushing him over the ropes in the corner but Gordon refuses to quit. Jerod proceeds to hammer down punches yet Gordon stays alive by holding onto the turnbuckles despite hanging dangerously over the edge. Jerod is clearly getting frustrated at this point.

MARK SANCTION:
Just let go Gordon!

TATS RICHARDSON:
DON’T YOU DARE GORDON! YOU HANG ON FOR LIFE.

Meanwhile, Owen and Tyler too are trying to push Adam out of the ring in an elimination attempt. Seth just sits in the corner to recover. Blake and Levinator continue to beat the piss out of each other until Blake stuns Levinator with a thunderous Superman punch. The countdown timer begins again.

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ENTRANT NO. 14:
KATIE HANLEY (IYH)


“Get Up” by Dorothy blasts through the arena, earning excited cheers from the fans. IYH’s Katie Hanley bursts through the curtains and runs into the ring where she aims for a target on Jerod’s back. This allows Gordon to drop back inside the ring safely. Despite the obvious size difference, Katie is not afraid to engage with fierce exchange of kicks and punches with Jerod. Katie even gets an effective standing dropkick that shoves Jerod off balance. As Jerod moves out of the way, Katie zeroes in on Blake with a dropkick but he doesn’t drop on one knee like she’s expecting. Out of nowhere, Gordon comes running with a calf kick to Blake that finally forces him down. Katie and Gordon exchange respectful nods as they bounce off the ropes together to hit Blake with a double enzuigiri. The crowd breaks out in cheers for Katie and Gordon as Blake crushes on the canvas.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Some nice team work from Katie and Gordon.

MARK SANCTION:
It’s always nice to see some teamwork in matches like this, but it rarely lasts long.

Katie rises to her feet and prepares to take on Levinator next but unfortunately for her, he’s already had her scouted. As Katie charges at him, Levinator counters with a huge kick to the midsection before lifting her up for a fireman’s carry gutbuster. It leaves Katie writhing on the mat as she clutches her stomach in agony.

MARK SANCTION:
My point exactly.

TATS RICHARDSON:
WALK IT OFF KATIE, JUST WALK IT OFF!

Meanwhile, Blake and Jerod are back up on their feet and Blake is trying to eliminate Jerod. With Jerod on the ropes, Blake struggles to keep him down with punches but Jerod is holding on tight. That is until Levinator once again pulls a fast one as he eliminates Blake. The crowd is so pissed off that they cuss him out but Levinator just laughs as he gloats.

MARK SANCTION:
OH COME ON!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Hahahahaha oh my god, classic.

That’s when Jerod gets back on steady feet to throw Levinator right out of the ring. The fans cheer in approval for the elimination.

ELIMINATION: Levinator (XWA)[b]

MARK SANCTION:
I can’t even be mad, he deserved it.

TATS RICHARDSON:
I bet you wont say that to his face.

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ENTRANT NO. 15:
A.J MORALES (XWA)


“A’right, stop, stop, hold on, hold on, hold on—”

The crowd cheers as soon as they hear the voice clip of Ronnie Radke over the PA, signaling A.J. Morales’s arrival. But the fact that it’s followed by Marilyn Manson’s “Rock Is Dead”, combined with A.J.’s pissed-off demeanor as he walks down the entrance ramp, tells us he’s not taking the loss of his Hardcore Championship well.

MARK SANCTION:
This Rumble is definitely going IYH’s way at the moment, but can the Superman of XWA turn the tide?

With no Stella Winters to take his frustrations out on and no Tyson Nash to take the title back from, A.J. goes for the next best option and just starts blitzing through anyone from IYH who gets in his way, starting with a flying knee to Seth. Before the Ikiryo can even think to retaliate, A.J. rockets off in the other direction and lays out Gordon with a leg lariat. Once A.J.’s back up from that, he quickly runs into Katie Hanley, and the two start trading shoot kicks in the center of the ring until he dodges one, exploits the opening with a roundhouse, then jumps at her and yanks her down into a double-knee facebreaker.

TATS RICHARDSON:
For two people who’ve both been dethroned as champions by the same person, you’d think A.J. and Katie would get on better.

MARK SANCTION:
Hey, all this “brand supremacy” talk’s gotta affect your mindset to some extent, especially in this situation.

A.J. kips back up to his feet, only to find Adam Fenric, his fellow Star of Tomorrow, caught in the corner as Tyler Storm repeatedly chops away on Fenric’s chest. The Revolution races over and catches Tyler in the back with a forearm strike, only for Owen Gonsalves to come in at an angle and catch A.J. off-guard with a European uppercut. Tyler turns around and follows up for his teammate with a European uppercut of his own, and before A.J. knows it, he’s under fire from the European Machine Guns, a classic Shootcamp combination that drives Morales farther back with every successive uppercut that lands.

MARK SANCTION:
Storm’s filling in nicely for Ace Watson on this!

As Fenric gets out of the corner and starts chain-wrestling with Gordon, Shootcamp successfully drive Morales all the way to the ropes, where the two start trying to shove A.J. up and over. But the Revolution refuses to leave so quickly, and he gets his arms up around Owen and Tyler’s necks, then starts pulling back and using the duo’s momentum against them until, at about the same time, both members of Shootcamp flip over and start to fall. Owen manages to get one hand on the top rope in time, but Tyler isn’t so lucky, and he ends up taking the long fall down to a back-first landing on the ringside floor.

ELIMINATION: Tyler Storm (IYH)

Owen barely has time to process this before—BAM! A.J. superkicks Owen right on the knuckles, dropping Wristlock Sinatra down to the apron before he hits the floor.

ELIMINATION: Owen Gonsalves (IYH)

MARK SANCTION:
FUCKIN’ SLAYERRRR! Both members of Shootcamp are out!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Hey, if A.J.’s gonna take our guys out, better them than Bad Omens.

3!
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ENTRANT NO. 16:
SHAWN FOX (IYH)


As soon as “Machine Gun Blues” by Social Distortion kicks in, the audience bursts into cheers for Shawn Fox. He exchanges nods of respect with both members of Shootcamp as they pass each other on the ramp, but Fox is back in focus almost instantly afterwards.

TATS RICHARDSON:
I’m not the biggest fan of the guy, and that’s no secret, but if you wanna make sure the spoils of this Rumble go to your side, you absolutely want someone like Shawn on your side.

A.J. tries to keep his own momentum going by going after Shawn, but Shawn just lariats A.J. down and keeps going. Adam Fenric gets a similar taste, as when the Plague Doctor tries to tie up with Shawn, Shawn just whips him overhead with a dragon screw and keeps going. He’s clearly looking for a specific target, a particular angle...and he gets it. Shawn runs up on Seth Iser from the side, turns himself in an arc to kick him, and...BOOM! A Pele kick to the side of the Ikiryo’s head! Iser drops to his knees from the impact!

MARK SANCTION:
FOX YOUR FACE!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Unless, of course, he’d rather settle his personal grudges! Jesus Christ!

MARK SANCTION:
These Bad Omens really aren’t good at winning people over, are they?

Shawn gives Seth a snapmare to bring the Proving Grounds Champion to the ground, then starts to pound away on the Bad Omen. But all it takes is one good right hand for Seth to create an opening, and as soon as he hits it, Shawn is wide open for the follow-up. Seth takes the opportunity to get up and start grappling with Shawn, and the result is an interesting little dynamic where anyone who goes to the half of the ring closer to the commentators’ desks than the end of the entrance ramp gets bowled over, not by strikes, but by two of the craftiest minds on the IYH roster trying to out-grapple and out-position one another. That keeps up until Fox finally hits a jumping roundhouse right to the same spot where the Pele connected, at which point Fox starts racking up a combo of further strikes while the clock fast approaches zero...

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ENTRANT NO. 17:
AUSTIN CARTER (XWA)


The intro riff to “Citizens Erased” by Muse hits for the second time tonight, and the crowd gives Austin Carter a warm welcome back. He clearly appreciates it, but he knows he has something to prove...

TATS RICHARDSON:
Oh, look, it’s the LOSER who couldn’t beat Stella!

MARK SANCTION:
We get it, you’re into Stella! Jesus Christ, would you shut up about her for five seconds?

Practically the instant Austin gets in the ring, he finds himself caught in a tie-up with Gordon Fury, who clearly thinks there are quite enough people in there as it is, thank you very much, no need to let more people in. The two jostle for position and the advantage, and they’re quite evenly matched until A.J. intervenes with a forearm to the side of Gordon’s jaw. Gordon steps back and starts wiggling his jaw from side to side.

GORDON FURY:
Fuck me, that hurt!


BAM! From seemingly out of nowhere, Austin superkicks Gordon in the mouth.

AUSTIN CARTER:
Hey! Watch your fuckin’ mouth!

Gordon gives Austin a confused look, but A.J. seems to know exactly what Austin means, because—BAM!—he hits a superkick of his own on Gordon to practically the same spot.

A.J. MORALES:
Fuck’s sakes, Gordo, there are CHILDREN watching this!

TATS RICHARDSON:
No there aren’t! What the hell are they talking about?

MARK SANCTION:
Don’t worry, Tats, this is just one of those things Austin and A.J. do when they tag-team. You learn to just go with it after a while.

Sure enough, the two continue to trade off hitting superkicks on Gordo, profanely reminding Fury to clean up his mouth after each one in a tone that says “Yes, I know how ironic this is, and I don’t care,” for a couple more rounds before—BANG!—they hit tandem superkicks on either side of Gordon’s jaw, knocking Fury down. Morales and Carter take a moment to pander to the fans—which, admittedly, doesn’t get them as warm a reception as usual, considering who they just did that to—before scouting the ring, looking for the next person to double-team...

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ENTRANT NO. 18:
MINKA CARTER (IYH)


The sonic warzone of In This Moment’s “Sick Like Me” hits the speakers, to the fans’ overwhelming displeasure. But as always, Minka pays no mind to how the fans feel, and even if she did, nothing could stop the power trip she’s feeling as she runs at a full sprint to the ring.

TATS RICHARDSON:
ALL HAIL THE GODDESS CLEOPATRA!

MARK SANCTION:
Ohhhhh fuck, this isn’t gonna be good for anybody in that ring...

Minka only slows down so she can leap onto the apron, and even then, it’s just to set up her next move. She grabs hold of the top rope, vaults herself up, then springs off and—BOOM!—dynamically decks Adam Fenric with a clothesline.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Now THAT’S how you enter a battle royale!

MInka rolls back to her feet and only continues her assault from there, moving like a woman possessed. XWA, IYH, she doesn’t give a fuck, it’s elbows for Gordon and a hurricanrana for A.J. and a float-over DDT for Seth, and she systematically rushes down everyone in the ring one at a time just like that. Even Jerod takes a spinning heel kick to the gut, which, to his surprise, knocks him into the corner just behind him. But her final target, Katie Hanley, isn’t so unprepared, and she lets Minka fly right into a Switchblade Kick, stopping the Demon Killer in her tracks for the moment. Minka drops to her knees, trying to get the wind back in her, and Katie starts hyping up the crowd and backing away, lining up her shot...

TATS RICHARDSON:
No, no, not to Minka! Hit someone else with The One Kick, for Christ’s sake! You’re only supposed to drop them all if they’re XWA!

MARK SANCTION:
Minka was our problem first, and for a lot longer.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Problem?! You don’t know a good demon-hunter when you see one.

Katie strafes in, going for that superkick, but Minka catches her leg, yanks it closer, then bites Katie on the thigh! The former Rapid Fire Champion yelps in pain! From there, all Minka has to do is rise to her feet, pull Katie in, and fling her over the top rope, where Hanley promptly falls out.

ELIMINATION: Katie Hanley (IYH)

MARK SANCTION:
And there’s one more down for In Your House!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Yeah, yeah, she’s dead weight in this scenario, moving on.

Katie limps a bit as she walks to the back, dejected. Meanwhile, Minka’s already scouted her next target, A.J. Morales, and she looks almost psychotically giddy about the prospect of beating him up. A.J., on the other hand, is practically daring her to come at him again, and he goes for the Fuckin’ Slayerrrr that won him his fifth Hardcore Championship reign, only to get—BAM!—caught with the shining wizard again! Austin tries to aid his hermano, but she kicks him in the head, lets him fall, then hits him with a standing flipping seated senton!

TATS RICHARDSON:
My GOD, the athleticism of this woman! How do demons not cower in her mere presence?

MARK SANCTION:
Ugh...are you like this ALL the time?

TATS RICHARDSON:
Why wouldn’t I be?

With both DareDiablos down, Minka loses sight of the objective and just starts wailing on both of them, looking to cause as much damage as possible to their faces. She doesn’t even notice the timer counting down...

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ENTRANT NO. 19:
EMERY LAYTON (XWA)


Those drums, those magical drums of “Running Up That Hill” start to play, and as the audience erupts with cheers, Minka stops dead and looks up at the stage in disbelief.

TATS RICHARDSON:
WHAT?!

MARK SANCTION:
OH MY GOD, SHE’S ALIVE!

Sure enough, there’s Emery, walking down that ramp, looking battered and bruised, but too determined to give up her spot in this Rumble. Minka, meanwhile, absolutely loses her shit, throwing a tantrum right where she is, to Austin’s uncontainable amusement.

MINKA CARTER:
NOOOOO! I FUCKING KILLED YOU! YOU’RE DEAD! YOU CAN’T BE HERE!

As soon as Emery slides in under the bottom rope and gets to her feet, she and Minka run to each other like they’re magnetically-attracted and start hockey-punching like they haven’t already fought tonight. Before long, Fenric gets involved in the situation, yanking Minka away and Irish whipping her into the nearest corner. Emery gives her tag partner a nod, and he soon Irish whips her into that same corner, where Emery leaps up and just BLASTS Minka with a dropkick! Minka falls down right after Emery!

MARK SANCTION:
You wanna talk about resilience? Emery Layton is the Goddamn epitome of that right now!

TATS RICHARDSON:
She beat you, Goddammit! Let it go!

With all that settled, Layton & Fenric split off, going after different targets. Meanwhile, Gordon finds himself in an entirely different predicament, as Jerod is just toying with Gordon, doing squats as he holds Gordon up for a vertical suplex. But before Jerod can finish it off, Austin comes running in with an enzuigiri from behind, which jolts Jerod so suddenly that Gordon simply drops out of the Beast’s clutches.

MARK SANCTION:
Wait a minute now, this could get interesting...


Austin reaches down to help Gordon up, and though Gordon’s a little confused by this alliance, especially given how little time it’s been since they were directly fighting each other, he doesn’t have much time to ponder it, as Jerod takes a swing at both men at once, forcing the two fan-favorites to duck. Gordon pops up and unleashes with a kick to Jerod’s midsection, which Austin follows up on shortly after with a roundhouse of his own. Before long, both men are going rapid-fire, trapping Jerod in a never-ending volley of offense, and the crowd seems to love every minute of it.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Gordon! You fucking moron! Austin’s not on your side!

MARK SANCTION:
Trust me, when it’s a guy like Jerod Barnez, you take whatever allies you can get.

Finally, once Gordo and Ozzo have the Beast corralled into the corner, Fury calls an audible and the two kick Jerod in the gut at the same time, causing Barnez to double over. From there, Fury and Carter each grab one shoulder and start to pull…

TATS RICHARDSON:
Wait, they’re not seriously gonna…?

Slowly, but surely, the two lift Jerod higher and higher until they’ve finally got him above their heads! The crowd is amazed!

MARK SANCTION:
They actually did!

But they can’t hold him up for long, and the two fall back into the vertical suplex. Jerod hits the mat with a loud B-BAM!, and the sheer amount of weight coming down nearly sends everyone in the ring bouncing up into the air.

MARK SANCTION:
HOLY SHIT, THAT WAS AMAZING!

TATS RICHARDSON:
I may not like Gordon or Austin, but I gotta admit, the fuckers are resilient. They put their mind to something, and they either get it done or get knocked out trying. Which kinda only makes me hate them more...

Gordon and Austin need a moment to process that they actually just pulled that off, but as they do process it and start getting up, they start hyping each other up like they’ve found the perfect alliance to get through this...aaaaaand then Gordon pops Austin in the mouth with a forearm.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Hahaaaaa! I knew Gordon was gonna do that the whole time!

MARK SANCTION:
Uh-huh. Suuuure you did.

The two brief allies start brawling as the next entrant’s time draws near...

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ENTRANT NO. 20:
STELLA WINTERS (IYH)


"Poison" by Alice Cooper starts up and immediately, everyone knows who's coming. Stella Winters, the woman who can STILL refer to herself as the IYH Rapid Fire Champion- and after tonight a former XWA Hardcore Champion- emerges from the curtain to a chorus of boos, oozing confidence as she slips into the ring...for a minute. It's only after she realises exactly who's in the ring that all of her arrogance goes out the window almost as quickly as Stella slides back under the bottom rope to the safety of ringside.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Yeah. Probably wise.

MARK SANCTION:
A.J, Austin, Layton & Fenric, Shawn Fox to name only a few- the ring is covered in people she's made enemies of. They're all in one place at the same time. This is a dangerous time to be Stella Winters, ladies and gents!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Nonsense! She's the Rapid Fire Champion, something YOUR guy Austin Carter can't say for himself. She's biding her time.

Iser has noticed his stable-mate's arrival and departure from the ring and decides to help. The big man clears the way like a violently-helpful cleaner, taking both Layton & Fenric down with a double clothesline. Fox comes running but Iser knocks him to the ground with a huge big boot. Emery scratches back up to her feet, her eyes fixed on Stella, but before she can go anywhere, in comes Minka, who corners Em, looking to finish what she started earlier. But now a path has been cleared by Iser and Minka, Stella slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, now part of the match. Iser and Stella stand in the middle, watching the carnage- literally everyone is fighting someone else right now. With a big kick to the temple, Minka knocks Em into the corner and turns around. Meeting Iser and Stella in the middle of the ring, the Cleopatra of Professional Wrestling has made her choice- "CONQUER THE DEMONS! WE WILL DESTROY THEM! OMENS AND MINKA! TOGETHER! KILL! KILL! KIIIIILLLLL!" Shawn Fox makes a run for hated Stella, but Minka strikes him down with a spinning heel kick. Now, like a pack, the three of them move towards the biggest man in the match not named Seth- Jerod Barnez.

TATS RICHARDSON:
See- team work. I know that's not something your XWA guys could ever try what with them trying to destroy the company almost every year, but here in IYH, we get shit done. We look out for one another.

MARK SANCTION:
Yeah, like how A.J Morales is about to look out for Jerod Barnez now?

TATS RICHARDSON:
What are you--oh no!

Stood on the apron, A.J faces the Bad Omens and Minka, about to pounce up onto the top rope but Stella clocks him a second before and calls to Iser. The Ikiryo darts across the ring and smacks A.J Morales with a huge knife-edge chop. The Revolution falls but using the force of the chop, Morales throws himself backwards, landing chest-first on the barricade, his feet dangling in the air. The referee at ringside checks- A.J's feet have not touched the floor!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Oh my God. How?

MARK SANCTION:
A.J. Morales is STILL in this! His feet haven't touched the floor! This is nuts!

A.J, feeling the burn on his chest, decides to ignore it and climbs up onto the barricade, before jumping across, back onto the apron!

MARK SANCTION:
WOW.

TATS RICHARDSON:
How the hell?!

The place has erupted for A.J's impressive feat of agility, but as he recovered from the chop, Stella Winters comes running across the ring, nailing him with a HUGE forearm smash. This time, the Revolution loses his footing and drops off the apron, his feet hitting the floor. Stella gloats like only she can!

ELIMINATION: A.J. Morales (XWA)

TATS RICHARDSON:
Hahahahahahaha!

MARK SANCTION:
Oh come on. He was inches away.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Hahahahahahahahaha! Ha!

Stella waves to A.J amidst the deafening boos. Frustrated, Morales walks on up the ramp as the match continues without him. Minka and Emery battle away once again. Fenric makes an attempt to help, just like before, but the two are carried off into the battling. He is alone in the middle of the ring, and just as he realises it, the countdown begins again for the next entrant...

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ENTRANT NO. 21:
AKI YASUKO (XWA)


The name flashes up on the screen and Adam is frozen still. "Left Me For Dead" by Rob Dougan plays through the Cricket Grounds as a silhouette dances slowly and without inhibition on the entrance stage in front of a white screen full of Autumn leaves in a breeze. When the lights come up, like a ghost from the past, she's there. Black beanie, leather jacket, a blonde-streak running through her hair and a devilish grin, Yasuko struts down the ramp.

MARK SANCTION:
OH MY GOD.

TATS RICHARDSON:
What? ‘Oh my God’ what, Ironside?

MARK SANCTION:
Ladies and gentlemen, I don't believe it. For those of you unaware, this is Aki Yasuko, a friend of Emery Layton's who went missing way before Emery came to the XWA! The ran together as part of the Runaways. She’s not been seen for years!

TATS RICHARDSON:
But what's she doing here?

MARK SANCTION:
I don’t...I don’t know! Adam Fenric is in SHOCK! And look at EMERY!

Walking past A.J, Yasuko looks him up and down, particularly eyeing his blonde streak, and smirks as she dances towards the apron. Throwing the hat and beanie to the side, she rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring. Once she's dealt with Minka, Emery's mouth is agape but she’s frozen still in disbelief. Everyone else is either fighting or watching, as Yasuko and Fenric stare each other down. It is the Futurist who is the first to make a move, running forwards, but Yasuko falls backwards, literally backflipping to avoid a clothesline. When Fenric turns, Yasuko falls backwards again, throwing her foot up in the air and catching Adam Fenric on the top of his head.

MARK SANCTION:
Yasuko catches Fenric! That was like a variation of Emery Layton's "Rolling The Ball"!

Adam has dropped to the ground, holding the back of his head. Looking up, Yasuko is still on him. The Futurist, for the first time in his career, holds his hand out urging Yasuko to get back.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Is...is Adam Fenric afraid? Who IS this girl?

MARK SANCTION:
I dunno, but if Adam Fenric is 'afraid', I would imagine he has good reason to be...does he know who she is? Does he know why she’s been gone?

Yasuko, however, is not merciful, as she literally drags Fenric up to his feet, pummelling away at him with forearm after forearm as she does. Following that, she grabs the back of his head and throws him with all her might over the top rope!

ELIMINATION: Adam Fenric (XWA)

MARK SANCTION:
She eliminated him! Aki Yasuko has just eliminated Adam Fenric!

Yasuko turns around, and that's when she's there. Right slap-bang in her face...is Emery Layton. The Runaways, in the same ring for the first time in three years. Em is in disbelief. Yasuko looks her up and down, impressed with what she sees. So different from who she was. So much greater. And it's at that moment...

ELIMINATION: Aki Yasuko (XWA)

Yes, backs up and shit-cans over the top rope, eliminating herself from the match without further explanation and proceeding up the ramp.

TATS RICHARDSON:
What? Where's she going?

MARK SANCTION:
I don't know but I doubt this'll be the last time we see Yasuko...

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ENTRANT NO. 22:
ANGELICA LAYNE (IYH)


"Down" by Thousand Foot Krutch plays out, as the world cheers for the former IYH Champion Angelica Layne.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Welp, she's here! XWAers, think you're violent? Think you're 'xtreme'? Come meet Angelica Layne.

Angelica doesn't waste any time. Her eyes are locked on Stella Winters, and as soon as she steps into the ring, Stella backs away, into the corner. Angie edges closer to her until she feels an arm on her bicep, turning her to face them. When she turns, she's face-to-face with Emery.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Ooohhhh boy. Now THIS is a match I'd wanna see.

MARK SANCTION:
No matter how shaken she must be from Yasuko's return, Emery Layton is standing face to face with Angelica Layne.

Angie and Em stare one another down, the fans losing their minds for a confrontation, until the pair of them both very slowly turn to face Stella. Once the Blue Dragon realises they're both looking towards her, she's begging, pleading for them to cut her some slack. Unfortunately, they don't. Stella looks to her side- Iser is busy dealing with Jerod. She's got nowhere to run when Em and Angie pull her in, hooking both of her arms and hitting her with a double suplex! Em and Angie grab Stella, but in comes Seth Iser to break it up, going after the former IYH Champion to protect his Bad Omens stablemate. Wrapping his arms around her mid-section, Angie grabs a nearby top rope, disallowing Seth from carrying her away. Seth uses this and drops down onto his knees, grabbing her ankles and using this to push throw them both over the top rope. Angie lands directly on the apron on the outside. Seth backs up but before he can run-up for a kick, Shawn Fox pulls him across. When Angie looks to her side, it seems Em and Stella have continued to fight on without her because Stella is now hanging onto the top rope for dear life like she's Mufasa. Angie re-enters the ring, standing side-by-side with Em. The two of them exchange a look. A european uppercut from Angie releases one hand, a standing dropkick from Em releases the other, and Stella plummets dramatically to the outside!

ELIMINATION: Stella Winters (IYH)

Once she's realised, Stella screams like a small child, insisting she wasn't eliminated. Somewhere in the distance, a British man sings "My Heart Will Go On" while gorging himself on biscuits.

TATS RICHARDSON:
No! Dammit! Not Stella! Anyone else- Shawn Fox, Gordon Fury, eliminate any of those guys but not my Stella! Letting the side down, Angie.

Within seconds, we're set for another entrant-

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ENTRANT NO. 23:
DONTELL PORTER (XWA)


"Slappin" by E-40 plays as Dontell Porter, one half of Hyphy Machinery, comes bouncing down the ramp, taking time to laugh at tantrum-throwing Stella Winters before he slides into the ring and goes straight for Seth Iser. In the middle, Minka has found herself alone, taking the time to scream at everyone and anyone who'll listen about how she deserves to be feared, and apparently arguing back and forth with herself as well. It's not until she gains control again that she walks into Shawn Fox. Turning around, she walks into Angelica Layne. Their minds cast back to April, Angie clocks Minka with a hard right. Minka turns around into another right from Fox. This continues until the two of them are literally playing ping-pong with her.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Stop this! They're ganging up on her! She's not from XWA, what are we doing here?

MARK SANCTION:
Brand supremacy is out the window- they remember April! Fox and Layne remember April, they remember Minka ruining their main event! Angelica and Minka have feuded ever since, and it's payback time for the both of them! And they're not the only ones looking for payback- look!

Jumping from the top rope, Emery Layton wraps her arm around Minka's neck and drills her with the Prikasa! Now, all three pick Minka up, all grabbing a part of her body and using it to throw her at full pelt over the top rope!

ELIMINATION: Minka Carter (IYH)

MARK SANCTION:
Out goes Minka!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Those DEMONS!

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ENTRANT NO. 24:
XWA HARDCORE CHAMPION TYSON NASH (IYH)


The Super Nash Brother makes his way out the curtain with the XWA Hardcore Championship in his hand, constantly looking over his shoulder in case someone comes to get him.

MARK SANCTION:
Yes ladies and gentlemen, due to the Hardcore 24/7 rule, Tyson Nash is current XWA Hardcore Champion, and let me tell you, it's bad enough he's in the record books but if someone from the XWA doesn't win that thing back tonight, I don't know what's gonna happen...

TATS RICHARDSON:
I do. And I'd like to extend my gratitude to Bella Quinn for gifting us a brand new division here in IYH. The Showgrounds crowd are gonna love it.

When he's reached the apron, he's already pretty sure no one's coming for him, so he lets his guard down. Sliding into the ring, Tyson stands up, but immediately smashes to the mat as Jerod Barnez takes him down with a-

MARK SANCTION:
GORE! GORE! Not even seconds into this match and he's down as Jerod Barnez hits Nash with a GORE!

Nash rolls to the outside, under the bottom rope. Barnez makes a big song and dance about how he's the best, how he's the baddest, he's proper Clubber Lang-ing it up until he's hit very hard from behind by Emery Layton. Jerod turns around as Em smashes away with forearm after forearm, uppercut after uppercut of NORN IRON Fury, but through all of it, Barnez is still standing. Backing him up into a corner, Emery hits a few gut punches before running backwards and then flying back into the corner, hitting him with a huge dropkick. Em pulls herself back up, running back for a second one but Barnez catches her and knocks her to the ground with a huge STO! Jerod picks Emery up, throwing her over the top rope and to the outside, much to the disdain of Melbourne.

ELIMINATION: Emery Layton (XWA)

MARK SANCTION:
Oooohhhhh, dammit. But I think with the appearance of Yasuko tonight, she'll have a lot on her plate going forward.

Jerod turns around, right into Seth Iser. The two square up, both at similar heights and sizes, and engage in a bloody good clobbering. Seth Iser gets the upper hand as Tyson Nash slowly pulls himself up onto the apron. Iser Irish-whips Barnez into the ropes. Nash pulls the top rope for leverage and just as Barnez hits them, he cannot feel the top rope and drops over the ropes and to the outside! Nash has accidentally eliminated him and is just as shocked about this as you.

ELIMINATION: Jerod Barnez (XWA)

MARK SANCTION:
Oh my GOD! Tyson Nash just eliminated Jerod Barnez! What the HELL?

TATS RICHARDSON:
Y'know I was expecting Worlds Collide to be many things but I was certainly not expecting the peak performance of Tyson Nash.

Jerod Barnez is, understandably, livid. Before he can reach for Nash, the unlikely Hardcore Champion darts into the ring to escape Barnez, and before the two-time Supreme XWA Champion can chase him in and beat ten different types of shit out of him, he's kept back by security and referees, as the match continues.

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ENTRANT NO. 25:
LJ SUMMERS (XWA)


“Thunderstruck” by ACDC plays through the arena and the XWA portion of the crowd goes nuts as LJ summers walks through the curtain. A smile is on the big man’s face but he looks focused, the XWA logo clearly visible on the front of his shirt.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Oh my god, its… that guy.

MARK SANCTION:
Its LJ Summers! We haven’t seen him since Lx-Tim set him on fire 17 months ago, but he’s back now, no doubt with a vengeance!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Aw yeah...

He charges down to the ring and spots Shawn in the corner trying to eliminate Dontell. He makes the save for his fellow XWA combatant by clubbing Shawn from behind before grabbing him and throwing him across the ring with a powerful german suplex. Angie and Gordon are trading shots back and forward before Angie irish whips him across the ring. LJ steps into his path and pops him into the air before sending him down with a crushing Thunder Bomb! (Pop up powerbomb.) Dontell pats LJ on the chest and LJ gives him a nod before they survey the IYH wrestlers, before suddenly LJ grabs Dontell by the hair and throws him up and over the top rope!

ELIMINATION: Dontell Porter (XWA)

MARK SANCTION:
What the hell!

TATS RICHARDSON:
That’s my boy LJ motherfucking Summers right there!

LJ then rips off his XWA shirt to reveal an IYHWF shirt underneath, before throwing his XWA t-shirt into the crowd. The fan reaction is loud, the now booing XWA fans and the cheering IYH fans.

MARK SANCTION:
I don’t understand this! Has LJ signed with In Your House?

TATS RICHARDSON:
Maybe he was unhappy with his company allowing him to be SET THE FUCK ON FIRE!

Meanwhile Tyson Nash is attempting to pick at the scraps and eliminate Gordon, but he manages to fight him off, connecting with a spinning backfist stunning him. Gordon collapses in the corner to recover as Tyson stumbles and turns right into Seth Iser who boots him in the guts and drops him with the Deprivation DDT! (DDT) Seth quickly drops for the pin as the XWA ref on the outside slides in to count.

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3!

The ref points to Seth is signify the new XWA Hardcore Champion, before quickly leaving the ring.

MARK SANCTION:
Talk about capitalising on an opportunity, Seth Iser is now the XWA Hardcore Champion!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Any chance of your side winning that title back you can kiss goodbye, Sanction. Seth Iser is gonna carry that belt into season 3 baybee!

Before anyone can react Seth picks Tyson up and throws him over the top rope like a sack of shit.

ELIMINATION:Tyson Nash(IYH)

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ENTRANT NO. 26:
PENELOPE KAPLAN (IYH)


"Stand Up (For The Champions)" by Right Said Fred plays through the arena as Penelope Kaplan comes through the curtain, the IYH fans cheering her on.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Hey look Sanction is /another/ In Your House Wrestler! Isn’t that great?

MARK SANCTION:
I’ll admit it doesn’t look good for us right now, but our company has survived worse than this!

TATS RICHARDSON:
We’ll see. Penelope is a former 2 time tag team champion, she knows how to get it done. Unlike most of the XWA entries.

She runs and slides into the ring, before going right for Seth Iser. Seth pushes her away before Shawn and Angie flank him from either side, beating down the bigger man. Seth tries to fight back against the three of them but falls to a knee, before suddenly Gordon charges out of the far corner and blasts Seth in the face with Destination Fucked! (Boma Ye) Seth’s head whiplashes as he collapses to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Gordon falls into the far corner and uses it to keep himself up. Meanwhile LJ and Austin are trading blows on the other side, Austin sending LJ stumbling back with a jumping knee strike. Suddenly all 5 IYH wrestlers pause to look at each other, before looking across at Austin across the ring, on his own. All of them but Gordon move in on Austin, surrounding him. Austin tries to stick and move, but the 4 of them quickly cut off the ring and start laying the beat down. Austin fights as hard as he can but the 4 on 1 is too much. He drops and attempts to escape under the bottom rope but Angie drags him back in to the centre of the ring. She goes for Demise (spinning unprettier) but Austin manages to spin out of it. LJ charges in for a big boot but Austin ducks it, Penelope jumps for a springboard flying knee but he steps to the side. Unfortunately his instincts run out as Shawn charges him in the stomach shoulder first, sending him into the corner. Austin tries to fight back but Shawn slowly begins to tip him over the top rope. Suddenly Gordon Fury rushes up from behind and grabs Shawn’s legs, tipping him up and over the top rope, eliminating him!

ELIMINATION:Shawn Fox(IYH)

TATS RICHARDSON:
What the fuck, Fury!

MARK SANCTION:
Its not nice when it happens to you, is it? He saw an opportunity to eliminate a threat and took it.

TATS RICHARDSON:
He’s in on the conspiracy, isn’t he?! Do you people have no shame?!

Gordon and Austin continue to fight off the remaining competitors until...

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ENTRANT NO. 27:
CHRIS NOVAK (XWA)


“The Heavy” by Short Change Hero plays through the arena as Chris Novak bursts through the curtain, smile on his face. The XWA legion goes mental as he heads towards the ring.

MARK SANCTION:
Ladies and gentlemen, former XWA Hardcore Champion Chris Novak is here! Bella Quinn has certainly pulled out all the stops for XWA tonight!

TATS RICHARDSON:
We’ll see how long this one lasts.

Chris hits the ring and goes straight for LJ Summers. Summers may be the larger man, but Chris is clearly driven as he lays into the big man. Austin manages to break away from the IYH horde just as LJ grabs Novak by the throat. He lifts him for a chokeslam but Austin goes in low from behind with a chopblock, allowing Chris to counter in midair to a DDT! He then goes to the lower half of LJ’s body and grabs his legs, Austin helping to flip him as he locks in The Straight Jacket (Walls of Jericho) as soon as he does Austin moves to his top half and locks in Crossface: Ozzo (armtrap crossface.) LJ has no choice but to tap, but there are no submissions, and no reason for either man to let go.

MARK SANCTION:
That is what happens to turncoats!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Like half of your roster works for us too, the fuck you on about Sanction?

Gordon and Penelope is still going at it over the other side of the ring as Angie taunts Seth as he gets back up on the outside, talking shit as she does. Chris and Austin finally release LJ from the hold when he passes out, and the two of them lift the big man up and over the top rope, eliminating him.

ELIMINATION:LJ Summers(IYH)

Austin wastes no time as he nails Angie in the back of the head with a forearm, the distraction allowing Seth to slide back in the ring. As soon as he does Chris hooks him up in a schoolboy, the XWA ref sliding back in and getting to two before Seth kicks out. Meanwhile Austin charges the ropes and come back at Angie only to get a boot to the face for his troubles. Chris grabs Seth’s legs and tries to turn him over, but the now free Angie comes up to him from behind and drive him face first into the canvas with the Demise. (spinning unprettier) Angie gets to her feet and goes to pick Chris up before Seth ambushes her from behind and throws her over the top rope, but as she goes over she vice grips onto Seth’s arms, using the momentum to drag him over the top as well, eliminating them both.

ELIMINATION:Angelica Layne (IYH)

ELIMINATION:Seth Iser (IYH)

The two of them continue to brawl on the outside, security coming down the ramp to break them apart as the countdown starts again.

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ENTRANT NO. 28:
COLTON TRAVIS (IYH)


"Son of the South" by Cody Cooke & the Bayou Outlaws plays through the arena as the entire crowd boos the arrival of Colton Travis. He runs down the ramp and makes a quick impact as he hits the ring, going right up to Penny and lifting her up, nailing her with The Battle of The Bull Powerslam! (modified oklahoma slam) He then has one for Gordon, Chris, and finally Austin. Colton stands above all four of the remaining competitors, soaking up the boos of the crowd.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Battle of the Bulls for everyone! Colton just laid everyone the FUCK out!

MARK SANCTION:
He certainly did Tats, he made his impact in a big way!

He turns to the entrance ramp and motions to it, keen to claim his next victim as Gordon, Chris, Austin and Penelope start to stir..

3!
2!
1!


“Thunderstruck” by ACDC plays through the arena again, and everyone is very confused.

TATS RICHARDSON:
The fuck is this? LJ doesn’t get to enter twice!

MARK SANCTION:
That can’t be the case. Its an XWA entrant so… it can’t be…

The confusion is broken as the tron plays the video of XWA hall of famer, Tempest!

ENTRANT NO. 29:
TEMPEST (XWA)


MARK SANCTION:
It IS! Oh my God! Tempest! I can’t believe this, this is insane! The XWA Hall Of Famer is back for one night!! He’s done it ALL- beaten anyone you can think of across both incarnations of the XWA, had wars with the likes of DGX, Diamond Jack Sabbath, Rose, Alex Sean, became a Grand Slam Champion...he’s even my commentary partner on Massacre! He didn’t tell me he was gonna be here!

TATS RICHARDSON:
After this match is over he’s gonna be glad he’s only back for one night, mark my words.

The XWA fans go absolutely nuts as Tempest walks through the curtain, nodding as he looks out at the packed stadium. He looks down the ramp at Colton and smirks, before charging down to meet him. The two men trade hands right away, Colton getting the upper hand before pushing Tempest back into the ropes, irish whipping him across the ring. Colton goes for a clothesline but Tempest jumps into a flying forearm smash. Colton gets back up right into a swinging neckbreaker. Colton retreats to the corner and Tempest charges in after, but gets an elbow to the face for his trouble. He staggers back a few steps as Penelope charges at him from behind before he suddenly leaps into the air and takes her down with The Thunderbolt! (modified diamond cutter)

MARK SANCTION:
Thunderbolt! Thunderbolt out of nowhere!

TATS RICHARDSON:
He didn’t even see her, that should be impossible! This is once again a part of the XWA conspiracy! Check Tempest for mirrors!

Colton moves slightly away from the corner, eyes focused on Tempest, and so gets completely blindsided by Gordon who speeds across the ring and clothesline’s Colton over the top rope, eliminating him.

ELIMINATION:Colton Travis(IYH)

Tempest then picks up Penelope and throws her over the top as well.

ELIMINATION:Penelope Kaplan(IYH)

Chris and Austin are now back on their feet as the four men await the final member of the match.

3!
2!
1!


TATS RICHARDSON: Here it comes, number 30! Who have we got?

MARK SANCTION:
We’re about to find out!

ENTRANT NO. 30:
ARTEMIS KAISER (IYH)


“Sonne” by Rammstein plays through the arena before the newest signee to IYHWF, Artemis Kaiser steps through the curtain. The IYH fans cheer loudly while the XWA fans boo.

TATS RICHARDSON:
I haven’t seen a lot of wrestling outside of the land down under, but even I have heard of Artemis Kaiser! I had heard that Cryptic had made a few new signings before season 3, but I had no idea this was one of them!

MARK SANCTION:
She may be good Tats, but its still 3-2 in favour of XWA in there. We’ve turned the tides.

TATS RICHARDSON:
For now.

Artemis hits the ring and goes right for Tempest, the two of them trading blows as Chris goes for Gordon, Austin staying back to catch his breath. Artemis nails a sick spinning backfist knocking Tempest into corner. Before he can recover she beats the piss out of him with Hate Parade (A variation on Super Dragon's Violence Party) and leaves him seated in the corner. Meanwhile Gordon lifts Chris up for the G.R.C (Fireman’s Carry Michinoku Driver II) but he elbows his way out of it, falling behind him. He runs back into the ropes and charges Gordon going for The Hunter Blaze (Spear) but Gordon sidesteps and throws him towards a waiting Artemis who drops him with The First Crusade! Artemis picks Chris up with disgust and throws him over the top rope.

ELIMINATION:Chris Novak(XWA)

MARK SANCTION:
With that we are now at the final four! XWA is represented by Austin Carter, who has already been through one match tonight, and the hall of famer Tempest-

TATS RICHARDSON:
You wanna talk about going through it? Gordon Fury entered at number 2 and he’s still in this match! Not only that but we’ve still got Artemis Kaiser, who entered number 30 and is the freshest competitor in the match! Talk about a conspiracy breaking combination right there!

MARK SANCTION:
THERE IS NO CONSPIRACY!

The four wrestlers each take a corner and stare the others down, Gordon and Austin looking worse for wear than Tempest and Artemis. Artemis makes a beeline for Gordon, looking to eliminate the weakest link. Tempest however refuses to be ignored and take Artemis down with a spinning wheel kick. Artemis gets up gladly chages targets as the two of them go at it again. Gordon and Austin are over the other side of the ring trading brutal knife edge chops, the crowd cheering and “WOO”ing at each impact. Both of their chests go beat red at the back and forth onslaught before Gordon blocks a huge wind up chop from Austin before lifting him on his shoulders for the G.R.C. He tries to power him down but he over-flips to his feet, using the momentum to sprint to the ropes. Gordon sees his opportunity and sprints back to the opposite ropes, both colliding with a crunch as they both connect with vicious knee strikes to the jaw!

MARK SANCTION:
Finiscilo!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Destination Fuuuuuuuuucked!

MARK SANCTION:
Both men land their signature vicious knee strike at the same time! They could have just knocked the other out cold!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Gordon is hurt less, though.

MARK SANCTION:
This could be the end of both of their times in this match tonight!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Just remember that no matter what happens, Gordon was hurt less.

Meanwhile Tempest tries to clean Tempest clock by ripcording him into The Second Crusade (ripcord into elbow smash) but Tempest barely ducks the shot. He grabs her head and tries to go for The Thunderbolt again but Artemis pushes him away. She boots him in the midsection looking to end him with The Fifth Crusade (Stomp to the back of the head into Rolling Elbow) but again Tempest manages to avoid certain demise by narrowly avoiding the stomp, before putting a boot in of his own and nailing Artemis with a gutwrench powerbomb. Tempest has but a second to recover before Gordon has suddenly come alive behind him, jumping up and spiking him headfirst with a reverse implant hurricanrana. Gordon holds his jaw in pain as he crawls to one of the corners, Austin sitting in the one across from him also holding his jaw. Gordon rolls out onto the apron and climbs as well as he can to the top rope.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Gordon! The fuck are you doing? Get down from there this instant!

MARK SANCTION:
Fury taking a huge risk here, he’s looking to put Tempest away for good!

Gordon stands up on the top rope, leaping off into a 450 splash. He looks like he is going to hit it dead on before Tempest springs into the air like an animal of prey, sending Gordon’s skull crashing to the mat with The Thunderbolt!

MARK SANCTION:
Thunderbolt! Thunderbolt connects!

TATS RICHARDSON:
I TOLD YOU!

Tempest needs a second to shake the cobwebs but he picks Gordon up and throws him over the top rope, finally eliminating him.


ELIMINATION:Gordon Fury(IYH)

Tempest turns around right as Artemis charges in absolutely cleaning his clock with The First Crusade, knocking him up and over the top rope, eliminating him.

ELIMINATION:Tempest (XWA)

Artemis smirks at Tempest yelling at him to “dodge that!” before Austin Carter appears behind her as if from nowhere and tip her up and over the top, both feet hitting the floor.

ELIMINATION:Artemis Kaiser(IYH)

Citizen Erased by Muse plays through the arena as Austin’s eyes go wide, himself not believing what just happened. He falls to his knees looking out to the crowd as the fans go ballistic, a large portion of IYH fans even cheering at the effort.

TOMMY HENDERSON:
Here is your winner of the Worlds Collide Battle Royale… Austin Carter!

TATS RICHARDSON:
What the fuck just happened?!

MARK SANCTION
XWA’s Austin Carter just won the Worlds Collide Battle Royale, THAT’S what happened!

TATS RICHARDSON:
But there were four, then Gordon got eliminated and I was sad, but then Tempest got eliminated and I was happy, and now that little fuck is in the ring as the winner! CONNNNNSPIRACCCCCYYYYYYYY!

MARK SANCTION:
You know what? Even your psychotic babble can’t bother me right now. This means that when we return to the good ol’ land of XWA, Austin Carter has a guaranteed shot at the Supreme Championship! What a turn around his night has taken! Above all though, XWA wins, and that’s the bottom line.

TATS RICHARDSON:
For now, Sanction. Despite this being an absolutely incredible match it had a shit ending, but the night’s not over yet. We still have the main event where Blyss Lockhart is gonna beat the piss out of your boy Lx-Tim!

MARK SANCTION: For the sake of your promotion, you had better hope so Tats.

Meanwhile Austin is still in the ring, the ref raising his hand and handing him the World’s Collide cup: a golden statue in the shape of a goblet with a globe inside. Austin mounts a turnbuckle and raises it high the fans still cheering before the cameras cut away.

WINNER of the WORLD’S COLLIDE BATTLE ROYAL:
Austin Carter (XWA)


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[Austin may have won the Rumble for XWA, but XWA’s still missing a prize for the moment, namely the Hardcore Championship. That belt belongs to Seth Iser, and we find him in the locker room, leaning back in a metal folding chair with his new belt slung over his left shoulder and his Proving Grounds belt slung over the other. He knows there’s not much time left for tonight. All he has to do is sit back, relax, and let the Hellhound and the Kraken stand guard until he’s got it clinched…

Or so he thinks.

Without warning, A.J. Morales shoves his way through the door and heads calmly, but directly towards Iser. Marcus and Dante immediately move to block A.J.’s way, but A.J. just stops where he is and puts his hands up. He’s been in this kind of scenario before, and he knows how to handle it.]

“THE REVOLUTION” A.J. MORALES:
Easy, easy...I just wanna talk.

“THE HELLHOUND” DANTE LOCKE:
Make it quick.

[A.J. looks Dante in the eye for a brief moment…]

“THE REVOLUTION” A.J. MORALES:
A’right then.

[...then A.J. goes back to looking at Seth.]

“THE REVOLUTION” A.J. MORALES:
Seth. You. Me. In the ring. Hardcore Championship. TONIGHT.

[A.J. lets the outpouring of cheers from the live crowd emphasize his point, and he only breaks eye contact with Seth to make an aside to Dante.]

“THE REVOLUTION” A.J. MORALES:
How’s that?

“THE HELLHOUND” DANTE LOCKE:
Listen, smartass—

“THE IKIRYO” SETH ISER:
Whoa, whoa, hold on a second…

[Seth slowly stands up, signaling to his stablemates to ease off.]

“THE IKIRYO” SETH ISER:
...you mean you lost this belt twice in one night, Stella’s made you her bitch twice in a row...

[Marcus and Dante laugh just to rub it in, and A.J rolls his eyes.]

“THE IKIRYO” SETH ISER:
...and you actually think you can beat me in that ring and take this belt back?

[A moment of silence, as Seth waits for the question to break A.J.’s mental armor...but it doesn’t. Morales stands firm, and Seth gets that much more curious.]

“THE IKIRYO” SETH ISER:
What’s in it for me?

“THE REVOLUTION” A.J. MORALES:
Are they not paying you extra for every match, or...ohhhh, I get it, you sayin’ you wanna make this a lucha de apuestas?

“THE IKIRYO” SETH ISER:
I know my worth. You don’t get a shot for free.

“THE REVOLUTION” A.J. MORALES:
Hmmm...God, I got so many options here. I could put up my hair, I could put up a shot at one of my other championships, I could put up having to listen to Stella talk for an hour straight…

“THE IKIRYO” SETH ISER:
You know what? I think I got it. How about...if you can’t beat me for the Hardcore title, then I get all your fight money for next month.

“THE REVOLUTION” A.J. MORALES:
All of it?

“THE IKIRYO” SETH ISER:
Every last dime, every single match.

[A.J. thinks it over a moment…]

“THE REVOLUTION” A.J. MORALES:
Deal.

“THE IKIRYO” SETH ISER:
Just remember, you asked for this…now get out.

[A.J. puts his hands up again and starts backing up, but doesn’t turn his back.]

“THE REVOLUTION” A.J. MORALES:
Hey, you don’t gotta tell me twice…

[A.J. finally exits the locker room and closes the door, and the three Bad Omens look to each other.]

“THE HELLHOUND” DANTE LOCKE:
Christ, he’s even more cancerous in person!

“THE IKIRYO” SETH ISER:
Don’t worry. He’ll be easy to cure.

[The scene cuts.]

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[Ash Fi sat upon an empty table, one leg tucked under while the other leg dangled freely. Her eyes were glued on the monitor as the action of the event took place. She picked up a square of bara brith and raised it to her lips. Not necessarily eating the fruited bread, more just letting it hang in her mouth. The teenager still more enthralled by the show, her snack was barely gaining her attention. She nearly jumped when the voice of Kevin Rose distracted her. Her snack falling from her mouth and into her lap.]

KEVIN ROSE:
Ash Fi, as probably the youngest competitor in IYHWF, I’d like to get some of your insight on the magnitude of Worlds Collide. Do you have time?

[Ash placed the bread off her lap and let it rest back upon the wrapper it came from before she hopped off the table and back to her feet. Looking a tad bit embarrassed that she was caught on camera being so casual.]

ASH FI:
Like everything else since I came here It’s kind of overwhelming. IYHWF is a place that constantly proves that I have so much to learn. I learned through my match with Minka Carter that conviction, whether genuine or misguided can be a powerful weapon in this trade. My matches against the Andersons, both highly revered in this sport. I kinda learned what levels I still need to reach and then surpass. I crossed the ocean to the other side of this planet to learn. And learn I did, that I have a whole lot more I need to learn. XWA coming in, kind of doubles the feeling. The world I thought so grand just became larger. If Ash Fi is to become a name of the household. She will have to shine among so many stars.

[Ash Fi let her eyes slip back to catching the monitor. Kevin Rose took that as his cue to exit. Ash seeming completely oblivious to her mangled metaphor]

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XWA Hardcore Championship
Hardcore Match
The Ikiryo © (IYHWF) vs A.J. Morales (XWA)

DING DING DING!

The second the bell sounds, Seth chops A.J. square in the chest, which makes a loud PAFF! against A.J.’s zipped-up leather jacket. Iser follows up with a forearm to the face, and as A.J. stumbles back, the Ikiryo gets a gleam in his eye…

TATS RICHARDSON:
Now THIS is a Hardcore Champion worth rooting for! Iser’s got veteran experience, he’s got technical skill, a wicked right hand, and most important of all, he can play mind games all night long.

But A.J. doesn’t go down so quickly. He rushes back in with a flying knee, then chops Seth in the chest, making a loud SMACK! and encouraging the crowd to give a loud “WOOOO!” in response. Before long, the Revolution and the Ikiryo are caught in a game of chest chop one-upsmanship—PAFF! SMACK! “WOOOO!” PAFF! SMACK! “WOOOO!”—and a very noisy one at that. It only ends when Seth finally decides to put his thumb in A.J.’s eye, then grab the Diamond Slayer and slam him down with a backbreaker. Seth then pulls A.J. back up and flings him overhead with a release German suplex before going for the cover…

ONE!

TWO!

T—KICKOUT!

Seth looks a bit shocked that A.J. has the energy to kick out of even this, but he quickly moves on and starts pulling A.J. up to his feet again. The Ikiryo hits a couple more chest chops—PAFF! PAFF!—and then tries to rake A.J.’s eyes, but the Iron Luchador isn’t having any of that. He ducks under it, then stays low to take a swing at the one place nobody with a pair of balls wants to get hit, causing Seth to double over in pain.

TATS RICHARDSON:
OK, now that is just poor fucking sportsmanship on A.J.’s part—

MARK SANCTION:
You really wanna go that way when it’s a Bad Omen on the wrong end of that?

Sensing an opportunity, A.J. runs the ropes, comes charging back at Seth as the veteran leans on the ropes to hold himself up, and...POW! Morales connects with El DiaBlade, the very leaping clothesline that first won A.J. the Hardcore title, and sends them both tumbling to the outside! Seth’s back its the edge of the apron, and after he lands at ringside, he starts trying to massage the spot where he took the hit.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Ooooh, A.J. might have just created a massive opening for himself. Hitting the apron in general is never fun, but landing right on the corner can screw you up for months if you’re unlucky.

MARK SANCTION:
I’m not too invested in Seth’s luck, so...

A.J., meanwhile, gets to his feet faster and immediately goes on the offensive, running in to try and knee Seth in the face. But Seth sees it coming a mile away and trips A.J. up, letting the Revolution faceplant to the floor.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Ah-ah-ahh, there’s that veteran mind of Seth Iser at work again!

With A.J. dazed, Seth starts digging around under the ring, looking for a weapon he can use to speed up the process for himself. Soon enough, Iser finds what he’s looking for in the form of a chair, much like the very chair he was sitting in when A.J. proposed this match earlier tonight. Oh, how sweet the parallels…

MARK SANCTION:
And as much as I hate to admit it, Seth’s been in control for most of this matchup so far.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Of course he has! A.J.’s had the shit kicked out of him a helluva lot more times than Seth, and even Seth is pushing through a fair amount of pain here.

Seth gets to his feet and starts hacking like an axe murderer at his opponent. Not all of these wild slashes land, but the ones that do prove able to drive A.J. ever closer to the barricade, until finally A.J. has nowhere left to back up. Iser steps back and tosses the chair at A.J., who catches it on reflex, before throwing himself into a massive clothesline, powerful enough to knock A.J. over the barricade and into the crowd...or at least, it would have done that, if A.J. hadn’t dodged to the side just in time for Iser to miss and hit the barricade left-knee-first with a loud KLONNNNG!

MARK SANCTION:
Yikes! Seth’s gonna need painkillers to keep going at this rate!

TATS RICHARDSON:
If A.J. hadn’t had the dumb luck to dodge that

Iser leans onto the barricade, clutching his wounded knee...this proves to be a mistake, as it leaves him wide open for A.J. to hit Seth square in the back with the chair, making a loud BANG!

MARK SANCTION:
If A.J. didn’t know about the damage to Seth’s back before, he sure as hell does now!

A.J. goes for a couple more chairshots to Seth’s back—BANG! BANG!—but then he stops and listens to the crowd, realizing a chant is coming up…

CROWD:
WE WANT TABLES! -clap clap clapclapclap- WE WANT TABLES! -clap clap clapclapclap-...

Who is Morales, the People’s Hardcore Champion, to deny the will of the people? He discards the chair, grabs the back of Seth’s head, and steers the Ikiryo back over to the ring, where A.J. shoves Seth up onto the apron and slots him into the ring. Then, the Revolution pulls up the ring skirt and starts looking for a table, which he finds fairly quickly and slots into the ring itself in similar fashion. From there, it’s just a matter of climbing in the ring and alternately stomping on Iser to keep him dazed and getting the table set up in just the right spot...

Finally, the scene’s laid out perfectly. A.J. yanks Iser up by the arm, kicks the Ikiryo in the gut, and shoves him onto the table, where Iser lies face-up, too busy processing the pain he’s in to retaliate. That gives A.J. all the time in the world to climb up to the top rope of the nearest corner, get himself steady…

MARK SANCTION:
What’s Morales thinking here?

TATS RICHARDSON:
Whatever it is, I don’t think it’ll be pretty for either of them.

Finally, the Revolution takes to the air, bending his knees at the apex of his jump...KER-SMAAAAAASH! Morales drives Iser through the table with a meteora!

MARK SANCTION/TATS RICHARDSON:
OHHHHHHHH!

CROWD:
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!...

A.J. rolls forward to better absorb the impact, but that also takes him too far away to immediately make the cover, and he’s too tired to crawl as fast as he probably should. Iser, meanwhile, lies in agony on the canvas, the remains of the table the only things he can possibly grab to try and brace himself through this pain…

MARK SANCTION:
That could be what puts this away, but can A.J. get there to make the cover?

Finally, A.J. crawls on top of Seth and tries feebly to hook a leg…

ONE!

TWO!

THRE—GODDAMNIT, NOT THESE DICKHEADS AGAIN

The crowd overwhelmingly boos as the Hellhound and Kraken, who seem to have hopped the barricade while the cameras weren’t looking for them, break up the cover and start battering A.J. with whatever pieces of the table can still reliably be picked up and used to hit things.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh, for Christ’s sake! How is this fair?

TATS RICHARDSON:
It’s hardcore rules, Mark! No countouts, no disqualifications, absolutely no excuses if you piss off multiple Bad Omens and they bring you your just desserts!

MARK SANCTION:
Seriously, the only thing that’s separating you from Matt Steel this time last year is that you’re making excuses for the Bad Omens and he was making them for the Survivors.

As Seth slowly rises to his feet, the IYH tag champs each grab one of A.J.’s arms and drag the Revolution to his feet, keeping him in an almost Jesus-like pose. A.J. struggles the whole time, but he just can’t get free. Soon enough, champion and challenger are in the midst of a tense staredown, as though Seth is trying to will A.J. to give up...A.J. not only doesn’t succumb to that, he spits right in Seth’s face!

TATS RICHARDSON:
How DARE he disrespect the champ!

MARK SANCTION:
Even I gotta admit, I don’t know if this was strategically the right time to deliberately push Seth’s buttons…

Seth wipes the spit off, pretending to laugh...and then lunges for A.J.’s throat, gripping it tight in one hand! A.J. tries to reach and get Seth’s hand away, but his arms are still bound!

MARK SANCTION:
The Injection of Poison!

TATS RICHARDSON:
You had a good run, A.J., but this is the Bad Omens’ night, and there is NOBODY who can—

But then...that watery guitar melody from Kurt Cobain. The audience cheers. The cavalry’s here. And Layton & Fenric both have kendo sticks in hand…

TATS RICHARDSON:
Oh, you’re fucking kidding me!

Fenric reaches the ring first, and with him being the fresher of the two, he takes the lead on the assault. He ducks an elbow smash from the Kraken, then makes sure to clip Iser’s left knee and jar A.J. lose before Adam starts battering the Hellhound from every angle he can manage. Emery, meanwhile, takes a similar approach, but alternates between dishing out fluid, swashbuckler-like swings to the Kraken and Ikiryo, all while A.J. gasps for air on the floor.

MARK SANCTION:
You got Bad Omens? We got the Stars they write omens in! And those omens are looking pretty good for A.J. Morales!


Soon enough, not only is Iser down, but both Dante and Marcus have been driven out of the ring. With that space assured for now, Emery turns and reaches down to A.J., who takes her hand, lets her pull him up to his feet, and gives her a quick kiss of thanks. Morales looks around, realizes Fenric’s there too, and for a moment, all A.J. wants to do is savor the situation he’s in. He’s in the ring with Team XWA—THE Team XWA, the trio that saved the company from the Survivors at Legends last year—and even though their paths have been somewhat separate this year, and even crossed in ways that pit them against each other, they’re finally back to kicking ass and defending XWA together. It’s almost too perfect…

But as the Hellhound and Kraken climb back in the ring looking mad as hell, all while Seth starts rising to his feet from his own beating, it’s clear the moment won’t last as long as A.J. wants it to. Emery slips her kendo stick into A.J.’s hand, and she darts off to an unoccupied side of the ring, Fenric using his own weapon to keep any of the Bad Omens from getting too close until she’s out of the ring, at which point he follows. The two hop the barricade and take off, hoping to lose the IYH Tag Team Champions in the crowd, and Marcus and Dante take the bait, leaving the original combatants alone in the ring once again.

TATS RICHARDSON:
What kinda man has his fiancée bail him out in a title match like this?! I just—

MARK SANCTION:
For Christ’s sake, Tats, it was 3-on-1! Layton & Fenric evened the odds and then took everyone but A.J. and Seth out of the picture! Do you EVER look at things objectively?

TATS RICHARDSON:
I’m not the one who’s supposed to be on play-by-play!


Seth, in the midst of all this confusion, doesn’t realize A.J. has a weapon, so imagine his surprise when—THWACK!—A.J. hits him in the back with it so hard that the stick breaks right then and there.

MARK SANCTION:
There’s that injured back coming into play again!

Morales discards what’s left of the stick and lowers into a three-point stance as Iser recovers, and when the time is right, A.J. takes off, rebounds off the ropes, and tackles Iser to the ground! The champion lands right on his back yet again!

MARK SANCTION:
AND A 94 BLITZ!

With Iser down, Morales climbs to the top rope and goes into a crane stance, then kicks the air twice before lowering his leg. This has to be his chance, he HAS to get that title back, it’s just a matter of timing…

MARK SANCTION:
Looking for the Diamond Killerrrrrr…

TATS RICHARDSON:
Oh, come on, Serena Maxwell clearly stripped the right to call it that away!

As soon as Seth gets back to his feet, A.J. takes flight, his whole body spinning through the air, his legs moving like helicopter blades until—BOOM!—his heel catches Seth right between the eyes! Iser’s eyes roll back, his arms flail out in front of him in a fencing motion, and he spills face-up onto the canvas the way ink spills on paper.


MARK SANCTION:
HE GOT IT!

TATS RICHARDSON:
FUUUUUUCK!

All that’s left is for A.J. to hook the leg and make the cover…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

TOMMY HENDERSON:
And your winner...and NEWWWWW XWA Hardcore Champion...THE REVOLUTION! A! J! MOOOOORALEEEEEES!

Finally, A.J.’s edit of “Champion” by Falling In Reverse hits the speakers. The fans cheer wildly for the new champion as the ref helps him up and hands back the Hardcore title, which A.J. kisses the front plate of before raising the belt high in the air for all to see.

MARK SANCTION:
It’s been ups and downs for A.J. all night long, but it looks like he’s ending on a high note, as not only does he bring that belt back where it belongs, but he becomes the first-ever SIX-TIME XWA Hardcore Champion!

TATS RICHARDSON:
This is BULLSHIT! A.J. couldn’t even win the title back without interference!

Suddenly, we hear the sound of an engine revving as the music keeps playing. A.J. doesn’t seem to mind, though, and we see why when Hyphy Machinery start making their way down the entrance ramp in that same crossover they’ve been driving all night. A.J. waits for the car to reach ringside, then steps out of the ring, gets in the backseat of his ride, and holds the belt up one last time while Jason puts the car in reverse.

TATS RICHARDSON:
And now look at him! He’s taking a getaway car so he doesn’t have to defend it again! What the fuck kinda champion is that?

MARK SANCTION:
I don’t know, the kind who’s had four title matches in one night and needs a break?

TATS RICHARDSON:
Wow, someone’s biased.

MARK SANCTION:
Yeah, look who’s fuckin’ talking! You know you...

The production crew wisely decides to go to commercial before they end up airing the whole argument on live global television.

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[The feed cuts to backstage where a woman stands before the camera with her slick dark hair curtains over her face. On her right shoulder rests the distinctive IYH championship belt. She seems to be swaying to some music in her head as a low, lazy chuckle escapes her grinning lips. She grips the title belt with one hand before slowly tilting her head to bare her neck and raising her free hand out to the side in dramatic fashion. The camera now confirms her identity as her hair is swept from her face that’s half painted black, white and scarlet red; it’s none other than Blyss Lockhart. And her alter ego The Banshee all at the same time.]

BLYSS LOCKHART:
Once I was shunned out the doors of In Your House but now I am warmly welcomed back home!

[The Banshee half of her face grins even more as she stretches her words for emphasis.]

BLYSS LOCKHART:
Like the champion they’ve wanted all along!

[The grin lets out a laugh as she throws her head back.]

BLYSS LOCKHART:
The champion they can be proud of!

[More egotistical laugh from the crooked mouth.]

BLYSS LOCKHART:
The CHAMPION they desperately NEED!!

[She looks back into the camera with dead green eyes, the smile fading.]

BLYSS LOCKHART:
And I am THAT champion… I am your champion. Me.

[Her eyes gleam as if a new burst of dark flame ignites inside. The Banshee corner of her lips twitches to a waking grin. When she speaks again, her voice gradually grows louder.]

BLYSS LOCKHART:
A new Dawn has begun and the era of Bad Omens is here. Some people have tried to deny it for a few weeks now since Season 2 of IYH has concluded but it’s time to move on! It’s time to accept Fate! If you don’t believe it, for your sake, RESPECT it!

[She points an accusatory finger at the camera.]

BLYSS LOCKHART:
Timothy Morales has not been respecting it! Timothy Morales REFUSES to listen! And Timothy Morales just won’t STOP SPITTING ON OUR LEGACY! WHAT LEGACY? THE LEGACY OF BAD OMENS!

[She holds up her hand.]

BLYSS LOCKHART:
THE IYH RAPID FIRE CHAMPION, THE BLUE DRAGON! THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, THE KRAKEN AND THE HELLHOUND! THE PROVING GROUNDS CHAMPION, THE IKIRYO! AND THE IYH CHAMPION, THE BANSHEEEE!!

[As her voice swells to a crescendo, she turns her body so that the camera only sees The Banshee side. Here is also where the shoulder carries the prestigious gold of the IYH championship belt. She throws her head back before spitting far to add a dramatic point.]

BLYSS LOCKHART:
Never before has wrestling nor the rest of the universe seen such a reckoning force like Bad Omens! Never before has anyone like Timothy Morales felt the wrath of Bad Omens! Timothy Morales has said enough and tonight he shall pay for all that disrespect!

[Curling her hand into a fist, she hits her mouth with it. It’s clear that rage is reaching its boiling point. Her voice now suddenly drops to almost a whisper.]

BLYSS LOCKHART:
At Worlds Collide, XWA will crumble with the fall of their great Timothy Morales while IYH remains standing with wrestling’s righteous and true. We are the righteous and true…

[The Banshee grin slowly returns with a nod of the head.]

BLYSS LOCKHART:
We are the righteous and true…

[She turns her face towards the camera with a silent smile. And the scene fades to black.]

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MAIN EVENT
IYHWF Champion vs Supreme XWA Champion
The Banshee© (IYHWF) vs Lx-Tim© (XWA)

[As soon as the bell rings the two champions and top representatives of their companies waste no time tearing into each other in a pier six brawl. The bigger and stronger Lx-Tim firing rights whereas the smaller and quicker Blyss seems engaged and energized by the thrill of this punishment and throwing out some kicks downstairs while also firing her own brand of strikes using her elbows to the cranium and kicks to the knee but neither side seems to be backing down before Tim finally starts to drive the smaller wrestler back with good old fashioned right handed punches. It seems she’s being forced to the corner and the ref is having a hard time trying to enforce some sort of order but after a punch is ducked and Blyss is able to switch spots...she springs off the middle rope and delivers a high knee to the jaw of Tim and that rattles him!]

MARK SANCTION:
Two of the most devious wrestlers in the entire sport today putting forth quite a vicious and straight ahead exchange!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Come on B...bring it home.

[Blyss soon presses her advantage by throwing a back elbow to Tim that keeps him rocking. She follows with a second but when the third comes it’s caught by Lx-Tim...before it’s hot shotted across the middle rope and having her head bounce off the turnbuckle pad. Soon he’s driving his knee right into her elbow and pulling the arm back as best he can in a vicious display. It isn’t his usual MO but the vicious game seems to be working here until Blyss decides to stick her fingernails right into Tim’s nose and pull upwards in a vicious display and that makes him relinquish the hold and an admonishment from the ref which Blyss just shrugs off though she shakes her left arm slightly.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
Would you want to be the ref in this match?

MARK SANCTION:
Not for all the money in the world with how these two can be.

[Blyss follows this up by headbutting the XWA representative right in the nose as soon as they’re both upright. The fans are taking turns booing each competitor considering the hatred that both of them possess...and this unusual hostile atmosphere is fueling the deranged side of Blyss further. She ends up knocking down Tim with a standing spinning wheel kick before she climbs to the top and as Tim gets to his feet the Mushroom stomp follows. She scrambles to a cover but it only gets her two. There’s an unsettling glare from her to the official though she says nothing noting that she protests the cadence of the count. The ref takes a noticeable backstep at the glare.]

MARK SANCTION:
Like I said...really happy I’m not officiating this. I’m used to XWA crazy, but this Blyss is a whole other level.

[The moment she glares at the ref is the moment Tim from his back kips up and spike rana’s Blyss hard onto the canvas. Soon as she’s splat on the canvas he follows up with a double foot stomp, what he dubs the Tour De Force and goes for his own cover. That only warrants two for him and even if it is the same cadence as before...another angry look this time from Lx-Tim and the ref is really sweating now. Blyss, as crazy as ever, launches a headbutt from the ground toward him to get herself back into position to try to get back in control. There are a few more strikes exchanged before both end up going for a double eye gouge! The moment that happens they recoil back clutching at the eyes both screaming at the ref at the same time that the other did something illegal and at this point the ref just sighs knowing he can’t win.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
That’s illegal!

MARK SANCTION:
Who the hell are you going to disqualify?

[After Blyss lets out a Banshee shriek at the ref and the ref literally cowers by rolling under the ropes and out of the ring...Lx-Tim responds to this by throwing a superkick. Blyss catches it and spins it around but the dragon whip soon connects point of the jaw and down she goes in a heap. He wants to follow this up by trying to get a submission victory...the Master Piece(Dragon sleeper with scissors) is what he’s trying to do but before he can fully get it locked in...Blyss bites his arm! You can hear Lx let out a yell before Blyss stops the bite and she spits out into the audience and when she was about to be admonished for it...she admonishes the ref for allowing Tim to try to choke her!]

MARK SANCTION:
Both of them are trying to manipulate the ref.

TATS RICHARDSON:
That’s part of why both of them have the success that they do.

[Lx is furious at the bite and as soon as Blyss turns back around she eats a high knee and when that staggers her a pele kick follows and that scores a two count. The audience then begins one of the most interesting duel chants ever recorded as they hate both champions.]

‘FUCK YOU BLYSS!”

‘FUCK YOU LX-TIM!’

‘FUCK YOU BLYSS!’

‘FUCK YOU LX-TIM!’

[Both of them seem fueled by the hatred being spewed in their direction but Lx hits his Grasp of Greatness(Corkscrew Neckbreaker) and Blyss folds up like an accordian and this gets a cover but warrants a close two. There is no sense of frustration for the XWA champion though as he scales the top rope and glares at the sea of masses that really don’t like him. He leaps off with a moonsault but there’s no water in the pool as he splashes onto the canvas with a thud as Blyss rolls out of the way. Blyss crawls herself up to the corner but she’s cackling like a madwoman at the events that just happened before she herself scales up the turnbuckle with an evil glee in her eyes. As soon as Lx gets to his feet a missle dropkick almost corner to corner follows connects flush and she goes for the cover. This gets a two and right away Blyss glares at the ref shrieking in anger.]

MARK SANCTION:
Good God…

TATS RICHARDSON:
A part of me wants her to shriek at me like that but...the Hellhound would kick my ass afterwords.

MARK SANCTION:
Why did the table move...Tats you damn pervert.

TATS RICHARDSON:
Violence that I like makes me feel good okay?

[Blyss ends up throwing a couple of wild rights down at Lx, far less composed than her counterpart, as she glares down at him. Lx gets to his feet and shoves the deranged woman though she sprints back and a wheelbarrow DDT ends up spiking him on the canvas! She floats over into another cover expertly and there is only a two count for her trouble and again there’s that evil look toward the ref that could make anyone shutter. There’s that wild eyed look in her eye again as she goes to the corner looking for her BKO when she charges. Lx gets to his feet and she sprints as fast as she can but he steps forward and catches her with a Michinoku Driver! He goes for a quick cover but there is again only a two count this time in his favor and you can see his temper also starting to fester.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
Tempers…

MARK SANCTION:
Short and explosive both of them…

[He doesn’t waste much time glaring at the ref after making his point quickly as he drops a leg across the throat of Blyss and you see her sit up as quickly as possible clutching at her throat in a recoil after the blow and this gets her a knee to the spine and you can see a much more surgical approach. For the second time he’s going for the Dragon Sleeper and this time he does have it synched in! He can’t get the body scissors applied just yet...just the dragon sleeper for now and you can see Blyss wildly flailing her arms summoning all of her twisted will to get to an escape. She tries getting to her feet but the weight advantage is harmful with that and as soon as she fades ever so slightly...he clamps down a leg scissors and they’re down in the mat!]

MARK SANCTION:
Blyss is in HUGE trouble now.

TATS RICHARDSON:
NO!

[There is a section of the audience who REALLY hates Blyss that is chanting for her to tap...but that chant is almost fuel and motivation for her to keep going. She’s twisting her body using her smaller size into an advantage as it’s much harder to attack with a submission and keep it clamped on...that squirts her head free but the leg scissors are still applied...but again Lx keeps a more surgical element again trying to reapply the Dragon Sleeper to fully complete his Masterpiece Theater! But it’s this smallest of openings that allows Blyss to have that smallest of bursts to try to get to the ropes...by Lx transitions into the Vice trapping the arm instead!]

MARK SANCTION:
I hate to say this but a beautiful transition!

TATS RICHARDSON:
Blyss come on…

MARK SANCTION:
Lx is one of the best you’ll ever see at the technical aspect of wrestling. He just gave a brilliant demonstration right there!

[He wrenches in that vice as Blyss is again tortured in a submission hold. And many audience members encouraging her to tap out. She lets out a primal scream partially from the pain she’s in but partially out of absolute fury as she scoots her legs over...going for the ropes and that warrants the break! Lx, being the devious and intelligent competitor that he is, uses all of the count that he can to put in extra damage before relinquishing the hold. With that he sees a set up as she’s sprawled near the ropes looking for one of his finishes, the footnote. He steps back looking to set it up and when he charges...Blyss explodes from her position like a hellcat and connects with her BKO! She floats over into a cover! But by the thinnest of margins Lx does kick out.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
That should’ve been three!

MARK SANCTION:
It was almost three...but despite the anger of these wrestlers the ref has done a great job keeping the same cadence even if he has to endure a ton of manipulation.

[Blyss sees an opening of her own looking for her own submission now. She’s got that arm of Lx and now going back in the hammerlock and hooking it. She’s going crossface chicken wing...and looking for the leg scissors to try to bind him down, the dreaded Possession that has won her many matches! Lx is able to counter with a couple of wild back elbows to get her to relinquish control for the time being and the moment she does that he takes her head off with a wicked discus clothesline! He sees an opening here and wants her starting to get up and in her twisted will she does...and this time he’s calling for a change of tactics...The Cult Classic(Curb Stomp) but the moment he goes for that Blyss moves and there’s that stumble and she sprints and springs off the ropes. The moment he turns around and Blyss has launched into her dreaded Into the Ablyss(Springboard Crucifix Driver) and he’s tangled up in the pin!]

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!!!


DING DING DING!

TOMMY HENDERSON:
Here is your winner...The Eternal One, Blyss Lockhart!

[Blyss gets her hand raised by the ref and there’s this grin etched on her face knowing she accomplished exactly what she wanted. Lx is holding his neck from the impact of that move that hasn’t been seen in quite some time but it was dusted off to perfection to finish him on this night and he’s not happy about the defeat at all. The booing audience that hates her guts goes off as she gives a mocking bow in the ring before collecting her IYH championship and departing from the ring.]

TATS RICHARDSON:
YES! YES! YES!

MARK SANCTION:
Blyss Lockhart continues her forward momentum with an absolutely fantastic victory here and lemme tell ya, beating Lx is easier said than done. In Your House may have won the Champion vs Champion match, but XWA still proudly won the rumble with Austin Carter now receiving a championship match of his choosing.

TATS RICHARDSON:
YES YES YES YES YES!

MARK SANCTION:
Tats might have lost his mind…

TATS RICHARDSON:
YES! YES! YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!

MARK SANCTION:
He’s definitely lost his mind...but in the closing of World’s Collide with Season 3 looming...on behalf of my temporary broadcast partner I bid you goodnight! Tats, I will not miss you, you creepy fuck.

[The scene cuts to a combination of the IYHWF and XWA logos before fading to black.][/align]
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