[The cameras start rolling within the Qudos Bank arena in Sydney for the biggest and final IYHWF show of the season. The camera pans across various fanmade signs before resting on the announce table.]
BM: We’re here, it’s Night Two of Dawn of the Immortals which means it’s the final show of the season.
TR: And what a journey it has been. Last week Stella Winters became the Rapid Fire Champion and Seth Iser retained the Proving Grounds Championship. It’s looking good for The Bad Omens with them securing half of the championships.
BM: Don’t count out Team Fury and Shawn Fox just yet, Tats. They’ve been dealing with The Bad Omens for months now.
TR: So? This is The Omens night to take it all
BM: Sure Tats, we’ll have to agree to disagree on this one. Kicking things off for us tonight however it’s Brien Storm versus Captain Fabulous.
TR: Neither of these men have really made a big impact on the company but it should be interesting to see just what they’ll do to walk away victorious tonight. Following that, Hyphy Machinery wanted to take on The Vision in Craig Andersons last match and The Vision happily accepted the challenge.
BM: In a night full of so many rivalries, it will be nice to see a friendly match to break up the tension. Speaking of tension, the next match will be The Hellhound, Dante Locke and The Kraken, Marcus Blackbeard taking on Team Fury; hoping to capture the Tag Team Championships for The Bad Omens.
TR: I can’t wait to see these fans cry here tonight. Speaking of crying, the next match is sure to be a blood bath as Minka Carter has repeatedly pushed Angelica Layne to her breaking point, now Angelica fully intends to break Minka Carter here tonight and what better match to do that in, than a Street Fight!
BM: Finally, something we can agree on. But back to disagreeing as I know my pick to win the main event is of course, Shawn Fox…
TR: It’s gonna be Banshee though…
BM: No way. Shawn Fox has overcome all five of The Bad Omens at once, Banshee will be a walk in the park for him.
BM: Yup. But I’m not going to sit here and argue like children with you, it’s time to get on with the show!
[The camera cuts backstage to Gordon Fury walking down one of the hallways, still dressed in casual attire, currently talking on the phone.
GF: ...Its fine, stop stressing out. Look you’ll get here in plenty of time, just take care of your kid and get here as soon as you can. Yes for the millionth fucking time, its all good. See you soon Kel.
[He hangs up the phone as Stevie Trelain walks into shot from the other direction, microphone in hand.]
ST: Hi Gordon, I was just wondering if I could get a quick interview with the Tag Champs before your big defence tonight.
GF: You could be waiting awhile for Kel, her kid has shit all over the house or something, but i’d be happy to.
ST: Oh, well… that’s unfortunate. Anyway, that sounds good. So Gordon, it’s been quite a journey for you and Kelly since first teaming near the start of the season, and you’ve made it to the top becoming the In Your House Tag Team Champions. More importantly, you have proven that you have the ability to stay there. How important is it to you to win at Dawn Of The Immortals?
GF: It’s everything, Stevie. Every wrestling company, every sport for that matter has one event that is bigger than all of the others. The one everyone wants to be apart of. I was here for the very first Dawn of The Immortals in Chris’s backyard, and to see what it has become makes me so fucking proud to be apart of its legacy. It is no secret how much these tag titles mean to Kelly and I, and fighting to keep them is something we work toward every single day. Tonight we defend them on the final night of the final show of season 2. It’s everything, Stevie.
ST: Speaking of your championship defence, how do you feel about Marcus and Dante being #1 contenders after their attack on the two of you a few weeks ago?
GF: They won the contender’s match Stevie. Do I think they attacked us to try and raise their standings in the tag division because they couldn’t do it on their own? Yes. Do I think that every other team deserved the shot more? Yes. But it is what it is. It doesn’t change a thing in the long run. Kelly and I are on the top of this tag division for a reason, and I don’t care what any of those chucklefucks say, Team Fury can’t be stopped. Not by the Bad Omens, not by anyone. The Bad Omens gold streak ends tonight.
ST: Thank you for your time Gordon.
GF: No problem Stevie.
[With that Gordon leaves the shot as the camera cuts away.] Singles MatchCaptain Fabulous vs Brien Storm
DING DING DING!
[The match begins with the two men locking up, the bigger Captain Fabulous overpowering Storm toward the corner. The ref steps in to separate the two men, and Storm reaches over him to slap Captain Fabulous across the mouth. The Captain pushes forward, and the referee steps in to keep them apart, while Brien just smirks at the already irritated Captain. They lock up again, and Brien twists Captain Fabulous’s arm, wrenching a wristlock, grinding his elbow into the joint of Fabulous’s that takes him down to a knee. Brien strikes Fabulous across the chest with several kicks, each one echoing through the arena and getting an “oooo” from the crowd--but after the fourth one, Fabulous huffs and catches Brien’s foot under his free arm, standing up to his feet. Storm tweaks the wristlock again, and while Fabulous winces, he doesn’t lose his grip on Brien’s leg--and ends up breaking Brien’s grip on his wrist with a kiss!]
TR: ….Did he just kiss him?
BM: Whatever works!
[Fabulous pulls Storm in closer, and throwing him overhead with a t-bone suplex. Storm gets back to his feet, just in time to get caught with a European Uppercut. And another. And another. Fabulous gets on a roll, socking Storm with uppercut after uppercut before spinning around for a discus lariat--which Storm ducks underneath, spins around, and throws Fabulous with a snapped off Dragon Suplex. He keeps a bridge for a pin...]
BM: Brien is throwing out all the stops tonight.
[Fabulous pops his shoulder and breaks the fall, but Storm stays on him, swimming around to catch him in a front facelock. Initially, he keeps a guillotine choke, but eats a couple slaps to the midsection to create a little space; Storm snaps off a quick suplex, though, that keeps him in control. He switches his hips and snaps off a second suplex, then a third before floating over back into a pinfall.]
TR: Brien is starting to get pretty frustrated here tonight.
[Storm wastes no time, pulling Fabulous to his feet and whipping him toward the corner, charging in after--and eating a boot from Fabulous for the effort. He tries again, but gets the same treatment. Third time, Fabulous moves to the side and Storm hits chest first into the turnbuckle. Fabulous spins him around, connecting with chops and punches as Storm tries to cover up, then moves to stomps that eventually buckle the Sheffield man to the ground. Fabulous spends a couple seconds riling the crowd up, then runs the ropes and connects with a massive Hip Attack that bounces Storm’s head off the bottom buckle. He drags Storm away from the ropes and hooks the far leg...]
BM: Almost, but Brien just got that shoulder up
[Storm juuuuuust gets a shoulder up, and Fabulous looks a little frustrated that that wasn’t enough. He drags Storm up to his feet, and the two start trading chops and uppercuts back and forth, the bigger Fabulous initially having the power advantage, but Storm nullifies it with a quick rake of the eyes. He snaps off two more uppercuts to stun Fabulous, telling him, in no uncertain words, that he “isn’t at my level,” before scooping him up for the Unforecasted Storm (Michinoku Driver). Fabulous shifts his weight and drops behind Storm, though, hooking up a Pumphandle hold, giving a little hip thrust forward before lifting Storm up for a Pumphandle Slam. Fabulous moves into the cover and hooks the far leg...]
TH: Here is your winner...Captain Fabulous!!
[Captain Fabulous gets back to his feet having his arm raised in victory. He takes a courtesy bow before blowing kisses to the fans and exiting the ring.]
BM: Brien put up a great fight tonight but it just wasn’t enough to take down Captain Fabulous.
TR: Captain Fabulous has the pride of saying he won a match on In Your Houses biggest show of the season and you can’t take that away from the guy.
BM: What will this mean for Brien in season three though? I guess we’ll just have to wait to find out.
[Backstage, we find Hyphy Machinery already chilling in their ride for the night. This being Dawn of the Immortals, they’ve gone all-out, taking an old convertible Grand Prix and giving it a golden paint job, then covering it with all the jewels and design flourishes of a classic world heavyweight championship belt. As they notice the camera, they give us a nod.]
JM: How y’all feelin’, Sydney?
[As we’ve come to expect over the past half-year, the crowd burst into cheers and chants of “HYPHY! HYPHY!”, which the duo let subside before Dontell starts talking.]
DP: A’ight, look, the truth is, we ain’t got much we need to say tonight.
DP: These facts, they speak for themselves.
DP: Owen Gonsalves?
DP: Craig Anderson?
DP: The Vision?
JM: We see y’all.
DP: Flippy shit?
JM: Y’all got it.
DP: Match of the night?
JM: We ‘bout to have it.
DP: Match of both nights?
JM: That too.
DP: Match of the season?
JM: Could be. But here’s the thing...same page?
DP: We on that.
JM: Whole playbook?
DP: We read that.
DP: We call that.
DP: We see that. So Craig, Owen, y’all better keep ya minds sharper than they ever been, y’all better play the game perfect from start to finish, ‘cause when we step in that ring...
JM: When we set that tone…
DP: ...it’s our field.
JM: ...it’s our home.
DP: And if this really the only time we throw down with either of y’all in this house?
JM: ANY house?
DP: Y’all better be ready to trash the whole fuckin’ place to stop us, ‘cause that’s exactly what y’all gon’ have to do to make a W the last thing y’all see out here as a team.
JM: But hey...win or lose, when that 3-count gets done, it’s all gon’ be left out in that ring, in front of these fans…
DP: ...EXACTLY where it’s supposed to be.
JM: Let’s steal the fuckin’ show!
[Jason turns the key to start the ignition and lets it rev, pumping up the fans before they start the drive out to the ring…]
[The camera cuts backstage to Gordon Fury leaving his locker room, now dressed in his ring gear. He looks around before mumbling to himself.]
GF: I said take your time but this is getting ridiculous…
[He takes a step down the hallway before stopping, his eyes narrowing and his body tensing.]
GF: What the fuck are you looking at bitch boy?
[Suddenly Marcus Blackbeard bursts into frame, him and Gordon immediately trading vicious shots. Gordon is holding his own against the bigger man before Dante rushes in from the other side, cracking Gordon right in the back with a steel chair. Gordon recoils from the pain allowing Marcus to grab Gordon by the throat with both hands, before lifting him up and throwing him against the wall with a sickening thud. Marcus picks up Gordon and moves him over to one of the steel production crates, forcing the back of his neck over the edge of the crate. Dante winds up with the steel chair and blasts Gordon in the face, his neck whiplashing over the crate. The crowd boos as Marcus and Dante admire their handiwork. Blood runs down Gordon’s face as he lays unmoving on the ground. Medical staff move into the shot as Dante and Marcus leave.
BM: What an absolutely disgusting display on the part of Marcus and Dante!
TR: They obviously heard Gordon running his mouth earlier in the night, he brought it on himself!
BM: Its obviously more than that, Tats. Gordon is obviously in no shape to compete tonight, and Kelly Fury has not even arrived yet. What does this mean for the Tag Team Championships?
TR: If Kelly knows what’s good for her she’ll just stay home and let those belts go quietly.
[The cameras cut away as Chris Cryptic arrives.] Tag Team MatchThe Vision vs Hyphy Machinery
DING DING DING!
[Jason tells Dontell he’ll start the match and the two oblige. Craig tells Owen he wants to start the match of with it being his last IYH match ever and his friend nods and gives him the start. The two circle each other tentatively before Craig goes for the first shot, a speedy shoot for Jason’s legs. Jason sidesteps it, kicking him away. he immediately goes on the attack, driving hard elbows into Craig before sending him to the ropes. Craig leaps to the top rope and springboards backwards with a flying forearm. Jason catches him with a shotgun dropkick. Moana pins him but Craig kicks out after the two count. Jason goes right back on the attack, grabbing Craig by the hair and pulling him to his feet. Craig pulls himself free, diving towards the corner and tagging in Owen.]
BM: Quite the tag by Craig Anderson!
TR: I’m not surprised he weaseled his way away from Jason to get Owen in the match, typical Craig Anderson move!
BM: What? He’s just being a good tag partner!
TR: A good tag partner wouldn’t desert Owen and leave In Your House! He’s the worst!
[Owen hops over the rope, ready to get started. Jason and Owen lock up. Owen looks to try and wrestle Jason to the corner, but Jason manages to hold his own. Owen hooks Jason by the neck, looking for a stiff suplex. But Jason tangles his leg between Owen’s, blocking the lift, and counters with a snap suplex of his own. he immediately rolls over for a cover but Owen kicks out out right before two. Jason gets to his feet and picks Owen up but Gonsalves shoves him off with several elbow shots to the gut. Owen then hits the ropes and he comes back to Mamoa, going for a clothesline but at the last moment, Jason ducks it, and Owen stumbles to the corner of Jason and Dontell. Dontell, who is standing on the apron, uses this to his advantage as he drives his forearm straight into Owen’s temple, rocking him.]
TR: Great awareness by Owen!!
BM: Well, I wouldn’t say that.
TR: No shit!
[Owen takes a few steps back as he tries to shake the cobwebs out of his head. Jason charges up behind him, taking him down with a hard Russian leg sweep. Rather than go for another pin, he slaps Dontell’s hand. Dontell gets into the ring and he and Jason hit a double suplex on Owen. The referee orders Mamoa to leave the ring and he obliges before Dontell soon grabs Owen’s legs and puts him in a sharpshooter. Owen is in obvious pain as he struggles to reach the ropes. He finally pulls himself to the ropes and grabs a hold of them and Dontell has to break up the hold before the referee makes the five count.]
TR: Damn it! I wish Owen would’ve just given up so I don’t have to see another second of Craig Anderson in an In Your House ring! Make it end!
BM: Well in that case, I hope this match lasts forever.
TR: I hate you.
[Dontell grabs Owen and stays on the offensive, picking him up and dropping whipping him towards the ropes. Porter then charges in and he spears Owen into the corner. Dontell moves back and lines up Owen for a second spear before he charges in but this time, Owen dodges out of the way and Porter goes shoulder first into the post. The two are down and out and the referee starts to count to ten. When it reaches seven, Owen dives forward and tags in Craig before Porter can stop him.]
BM: Hot tag to Craig Anderson!
TR: Please kill me.
[Craig leaps to the top rope and dives off, taking Dontell down with a missile dropkick. Jason has had enough of this and decides to get in the ring but Owen gets in as well and now the ring then fills with all four competitors and there is a huge back and forth battle ensues. Jason starts to fight with Craig as Dontell is still battling it out with Owen. Jason goes to clotheine Craig but Craig ducks and it levels Dontell with a pele kick, taking him out. Craig then helps Owen fight off Dontell before they throw him out of the ring. Craig and Owen put their focus on Dontell, still the legal man and they set him up for "Risk It For A Biscuit" (Rolling fireman's carry slam by Owen, followed by the 'Viennese Whirl'/Corkscrew Shooting Star Press by Craig from the top and finished off with a 'Senton of Mass Destruction'/Corkscrew 630 Senton from Owen). Craig pins Dontell as the referee finally recovers while Owen gets in a defensive stance incase Jason comes back into the ring.]
TR: NO! DON’T COUNT TO THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
TH: Here are your winners by pinfall… The Vision!
TR: My day is ruined.
BM: I’m sure it’ll get better!
TR Don’t talk to me!
[Craig gets back to his feet while Owen rushes over to raise his arm in victory. The two team mates share a hug while a “THANK YOU CRAIG” chant breaks out. Craig takes a few moments to climb onto each of the four turnbuckles raising his arms in the air to soak in the response of the crowd while Owen respectfully lets Craig have his final moments, applauding his partner.]
BM: Craig will definitely be missed
TR: Not by me!
[The scene cuts to backstage to show Kelly Fury, dressed in her attire practically running down the hall. Chris Cryptic is standing close to the ring entrance and holds out his hands for Kelly to stop and talk to him.]
KF: Whoa, can’t talk boss man...I gotta get out there for my match…
[Kelly is practically out of breath as she speaks but she can tell that something is wrong given the look on Cryptics face.]
CC: Kelly...Gordon was attacked earlier tonight.
[Her expression immediately turns to a look of concern.]
KF: Oh my god, is he ok?
CC: The medical team is checking on him as we speak, I have been told its not serious.
KF: Well that’s good, but what about our match? I was told it’s supposed to be now.
CC: While there is no serious damage, I can’t allow Gordon to compete tonight. I tried my best to find you a last minute replacement partner, but unfortunately I could not.
[Kelly looks completely flabbergasted.]
KF: Well, can’t we postpone the match or something?
CC: I’m afraid not. After all of the advertising and building of this event, there is no way I can cancel the match. Unfortunately there are only two options: either you defend the Tag Team Championships alone in a handicap match, or if you refuse to compete, which I would not begrudge you in the slightest, you will unfortunately be forced to forfeit the belts to the Bad Omens..
[Kellys face practically turns white at the news, but then, she becomes angry.]
KF: It was THEM wasn’t it? Those stupid Bad Omens, and of course YOU’D let them get away with this! Gordon is supposed to be your best friend, you were the best man at his wedding for fuck sake!
CC: Kelly calm-
KF: DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN YOU HAVE NO RIGHT, ONLY GORDON CAN GET ME TO CALM DOWN YOU JERK-A-DOODLE. I’ll go out there on my own, there ain’t NO GODDAMN WAY I’m forfeiting these championships.
[Kelly starts to walk towards the entrance but looks over her shoulder at Cryptic.]
KF: I hope it was worth it, Chris. I finally see what Emery has been talking about this entire time.
[Kelly scoffs as she walks away, Chris not even reacting to the comment as he leaves the shot. The camera cuts to ringside.]Tag Team ChampionshipTag Team MatchTeam Fury © vs The Bad Omens (Hellhound & Kraken)
[Kelly Fury stands in the ring looking towards Marcus and Dante, clearly upset by what they did to Gordon earlier tonight. She looks towards the ramp, hoping to see Gordon come running out as their entrance music dies down, but he’s a no show. Kelly looks back to The Bad Omens, who are laughing at her, taunting her and her hands ball into fists as she charges at Dante and hits him with a closed fisted punch to his jaw which knocks him back against the ropes. Marcus steps forward to come to his defense but the referee orders him out of the ring and calls for the bell and for this match to begin with Kelly and Dante.]
TR: What a cheap shot from Kelly!
BM: Cheap shot from Kelly? You can’t be serious.
TR: You bet your arse I’m serious!
DING DING DING!
[Dante springs from the ropes hoping to catch Kelly with a punch of his own, but Kelly does the Matrix bend to evade the shot before kicking her right leg up, catching Dantes chin. He stumbles back but comes at Kelly again, who is standing straight now. He fakes like he’s going to throw another fist at Kelly and when she sidesteps he catches her with a Superkick instead. Kelly falls to the mat clutching at her jaw and before she has a chance to get back to her feet, Dante starts to stomp down on her back. Kelly desperately reaches her hand out towards what would have been her corner, then she remembers Gordon isn’t here to help her. Her head drops in an almost defeated way before she’s forcibly pulled to her feet by her hair. Dante stands her up straight before finally hitting her in the face with that punch he missed out on earlier. Kelly falls to the mat but pushes herself onto her knees and starts to crawl to the ropes]
BM: Kelly could be in trouble here….
TR: It’s at this time I would like to remind everyone who is going to be shocked and appalled that Cryptic gave her a choice to not compete here tonight.
BM: Oh come on, that’s not fair.
[As Kelly uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet, Dante charges towards her and hits her with a diving high knee which almost knocks her through the ropes. He flips Kelly onto her back, yelling in her face that she should just stay down before hooking her leg for the pin.]
[Kelly kicks out at the last second, which just feeds into Dantes hot temper who once again, pulls her up by her hair, this time whipping her into his own corner, her back slamming into the raised knee of Marcus. Kelly falls to her knees, clutching her back, but leaving her face wide open for the Vestibule of Hell (running knee strike to head). Dante grins at Marcus before tagging him in, obviously they want to make an example of the tag team champs, or in this case, half of the champs. Marcus reaches down, grabbing Kelly's hair while dragging her limp body across the ring. The crowd is going insane with boos and jeers.]
BM: Listen to this crowd tonight. This is just disgusting.
TR: Again, she had the chance to walk away, she made this choice.
BM: She didn’t make the choice to be man-handled like this.
[Marcus takes handfuls of Kelly’s hair before pulling her up to her feet and lifting her up onto his shoulders in a Powerbomb position, but something in Kelly makes her snap into action and she starts to throw punches to Marcus’ head until she’s able to safely drop off of his shoulders. Kelly runs to the ropes and charges back at Marcus and attempts to throw her weight at him with a crossbody, but Marcus catches her. Kelly attempts to break free but Marcus hits her with a backbreaker, but he doesn’t drop her, instead he stands still holding Kelly in that position, before hitting her with another backbreaker. He stands again obviously looking for a third, but Kelly throws defiant elbows to the side of the head, causing Marcus to falter. He spin Kelly out looking for a slam but Kelly counters it into a DDT! The fans cheer as if trying to will her on as Dante enters the ring charging at Kelly to prevent any kind of comeback and runs right into “Sweet Dreams” (Superkick) nailing him right in the face and taking him down. The crowd cheers even louder as Kelly struggles to get back to her feet, Marcus and Dante stirring.]
BM: Kelly gave everything she had left to counter and turn the tide, but the numbers game may have already sealed her fate! This is an awful way for things to end.
TR: Speak for yourself, Bry. We are about to have new tag champions, it’s an exciting time!
[Kelly looks at her corner desperately, as if willing Gordon to magically appear. As if on queue the fans explode as Gordon Fury comes out from behind the curtains, holding his neck, and does his best to run down the ramp. The gash on his face is wrapped up but blood still stains it.]
BM: Oh my god I can’t believe this! Gordon Fury is coming down the ramp!
TR: He shouldn’t even be able to move, how the hell is he here?!
[Gordon climbs up onto the apron like a man possessed and desperately extends his hand to his tag partner. Marcus and Dante are now back to their feet, just in time to see Kelly dive for her corner, tagging in Gordon. The fans explode again as Gordon springboards into the ring, taking down both men with a double clothesline. Gordon looks at both men confused before looking at Kelly who is now lying on the apron, trying to get some energy back.]
GF: Who’s legal?
[Kelly points at Marcus, and so Gordon jumps into the air and nails Dante in the chest with a standing double footstomp causing him to grab his chest and roll out of the ring. Marcus is now up to his knee before Gordon nails him in the head with a buzzsaw kick. He then nails Marcus with the double tap, but the big man still stays on his knee. Gordon points his finger gun at Marcus’s head before sprinting back to the ropes then running back. It looks like he is going for “Destination Fucked” (Boma Ye) but Marcus comes to life and crushes Gordon with an almighty chokeslam. Marcus shakes out the cobwebs before going for the pin.
[Gordon defiantly throws the shoulder off the canvas as the refs hand comes down for three.]
TR: Oh come on! Gordon is barely alive at this point, how did he kick out?
BM: Gordon does not know the meaning of giving up.
[Marcus lifts Gordon up but Gordon counters by grasping Marcus’s head and dropping down into a jaw breaker. Gordon tries to capitalise by lifting Marcus onto his shoulder for the “GRC” (Fireman’s Carry Michinoku Driver II) but Marcus is too heavy, Gordon’s legs giving out from under him. Marcus uses this opportunity to counter and slam him down with the “Blackhammer” (Modified lifting reverse STO.) He goes for the pin again.]
[The ref’s fingertips are barely off the canvas for three when Gordon rolls his shoulders up, keeping the champs in the game. The crowd cheers as Marcus can’t believe it. Kelly is back to her feet on the apron and barely has enough time to reach her hand out before Dante, who has moved around to her side of the ring, yanks her feet out from under her sending her jaw first into the apron, collapsing to the floor. Dante slides back into the ring as Marcus drags Gordon up to his knees. Marcus yells at him to stay down, and in response Gordon raises his arm to give him the middle finger. Marcus nods to Dante who runs back to the ropes before driving his knee right into the covered wound with Vestibule of Hell (Running knee strike to head.) The blood immediately starts soaking through Gordon’s bandage as Dante grabs the end and unravels it, allowing blood to run down Gordon’s face. Marcus lifts Gordon up and irish whips him into the ropes, popping him up into the air when he came back, before Dante cracks him in the head on the way down with a bicycle knee strike, the blood staining his knee as Gordon’s body goes limp.
TR: They call that The Depths of Hell! This is over, new champs incoming!
BM: This is disgusting, taking off his bandage wasn’t needed!
TR: Gordon clearly didn’t get the first message, he made them need to send a second one. He has no one to blame but himself.
[Dante stands guard as Marcus makes the cover.]
DING DING DING
TH: Here are your winners, and the NEW In Your House Tag Team Champions… The Kraken and the Hellhound, The Bad Omens!
TR: YES! That’s 3 for 3, Bry. The Bad Omens have now added the tag team championship to their list of gold!
BM: While I believe the way they did it was underhanded and disgusting, the results speak for themselves. Now there is only one championship not held by the Bad Omens.
TR: And Banshee is going to change that before this night is through. Dawn of the Immortals belongs to the Bad Omens, Bry. Time to come around to that fact.
[The fans boo and boo and boo as Marcus and Dante get their hands raised, Gordon still not moving. They take the tag titles from the ref before leaving the ring, having claimed what they came for. Kelly has dragged herself to her feet on the outside, taking a look around and realising what just happened. Her look of disappointed changes to shock as she sees Gordon’s bleeding, unmoving form in the ring. She calls to the ref to get medical aid, and medics begin to come down the ramp as the cameras cut away.]