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As the PWA and HOTv logos give way we cut live inside the T-Mobile Arena here in Paradise Nevada…just outside Las Vegas.

Joe Hoffman: Welcome everyone to CHAOS!!!! As always I am Joe Hoffman and we are coming to you live on the HOTv and PWA networks and tonight we are in the enemies backyard and one has to wonder if that is why we only sold 75% of the tickets for tonight.

The cameras pan around the arena and it is clear that Joe is not lying as it is far from a sellout here tonight. There are still roughly 15,000 fans in attendance but it is a far cry from the 20,000 seating capacity.

Joe Hoffman: It has been a rough go in recent weeks as we have not heard or seen from members of the Best Family. That has not stopped the machine from rolling on however. The road to Rumble at the Rock is coming to an end and tonight we should get more clarity on the card.  We have four of the top five wrestlers in HOW in action tonight with our Main Event featuring our HOTv Champion….GREAT SCOTT.

The High Octane Vision screen comes to life above the entrance ramp and we see a breakdown of the four big matches this evening, highlighted by the HOTv Championship match featuring Xander Azula as this weeks challenger.

Joe Hoffman: Ok folks… is time to head to the ring for our first match of the evening….

The camera cuts over to the High Octane Wrestling Hall of Fame ring announcer….

Bryan McVay: The following match is one fall!


Joe Hoffman:  There is definitely a bit of animosity between Fuse and Stevens coming into this match as Fuse believes Stevens is the person who tried to kill Bobbinette Carey.

The lights in the arena go black as a synthesized hymn begins to play as the High Octane Vision comes to  life as an angelic voice begins to sing.

“Born from pain, inside my veins.
Bred for war, begging for more.
None shall mourn, I am reborn.
Live in sin. The House always wins.”

The hymn continues as the screen begins to show the Best Arena transformed into a style of a church and the screen slowly flashes the words…..


Lee Best’s infamous blood shot eyes hover above the top. The lights in the arena begin to come on in a shade of 97 Red as smoke and fog begin to fill the stage area as well. The sound of glass breaking is heard as the screen shows a crack over the mural of the Best Arena and Lee Best’s eyes as “O Fortuna Excalibur Remix” by Apotheosis begins. Lights above the ring shine down to create a 97 Red HOB. The stage flashes with alternating red and white lights as Scott Stevens makes his way out onto the stage.

Bryan McVay: Introducing first… standing at six feet and six inches tall, he weighs in at two-hundred-and-fifty-six pounds, he hails from THE HOUSE OF BEST! He is the DEMI-GOD of HOW…. SCOTT! STEVENS!

Stevens’ 97 Red circular sunglasses glisten in the light and his devilish grin plasters his face. Scott drinks in his own hype as he lifts his right arm and points to the heavens before he begins to slowly walk toward the ring. As he does so he carries the Book of Best front and center of his chest while he sticks as close to the center of the ramp as possible to avoid being touched by the heathens that line the barricade. As Scott climbs up onto the mat, the massive Cross of Best hangs around his neck like jewelry. Scott wipes his feet off on the edge of the ring, his smile never leaving his face. Moving towards the center of the ring, Scott bathed in the red lettering, drops to a knee before looking up with his eyes closed towards the heavens mouthing something as he is bathed in the sinister glow of 97 Red. Once his prayer is done he slowly lowers the hood of his jacket and lifts his arm high into the air as the music dies and the house lights return signaling Scott to take off the Cross of Best and kiss it before making his way to his corner to prepare for his match.

Bryan McVay: And his opponent! Standing at six feet and one inches tall, he weighs in at two-hundred-and-ten pounds. He hails from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! He is THE VINTAGE! CONOR! FUSE!

Bloody Tears from Castlevania II begins. A purple mist floods the entrance way as “The Vintage” Conor Fuse emerges from behind the apron 23-seconds into the theme. He stands at the top of the rampway, head down, sporting a dark purple jacket with its high-collar raised. The jacket is open, showing his vintage SNES tights as he slowly raises his head. The fog continues to pump from the stage as Fuse methodically makes his way down the ramp.

The crowd starts a “!RANK” chant, pointing in Conor’s direction as he marches towards ringside. Once in front of the squared circle, The Vintage leaps onto the apron and then with ease clears the ropes by jumping over them and somersaulting into the middle of the ring.

Fuse tilts his head back and zen cries into the rafters while the fans in attendance continue to cheer him on.

Conor removes his trench coat, revealing his trademarked light purple arm sleeve on his left arm. Fuse waits in his corner.

Joe Hoffman: Conor Fuse enters tonight match-up with eleven victories on the year, his last one when he teamed up with Steve Harrison to defeat Jace Parker Davidson and Great Scott. Fuse is going to look to pull from his wealth of knowledge against Scott Stevens tonight to add to his win column.

Joel Hortega gives his final set of instructions to both men before he signals for the start of the match.


As the bell rings, Fuse explodes out of his corner, and catches Stevens flat-footed. He leaps onto Stevens, sending both men crashing into the corner with Fuse on the second turnbuckle and Stevens underneath him. Fuse begins blasting away with punches to the forehead of his opponent before he clasps his hands behind Stevens skull, leans backwards, and monkey flips him out of the corner. Stevens flies across the ring as Fuse kips back up and catches a rising Stevens with a running knee strike to the side of his skull.

Joe Hoffman: Well, Conor Fuse came into this match ready to fight and he’s taking it right to Scott Stevens who doesn’t seem able to put up much of a defense to the onslaught Fuse has unleashed upon him. These two have a ton of animosity built up between them just from this year alone. Fuse pulls Stevens up to his feet and uncorks an ear-splitting knife-edge chop across his chest. Stevens grimaces before grabbing Fuse by the neck and tosses him into the corner before unloading on him with a series of knife-edge chops himself.

Stevens then grabs Fuse by the wrist and whips him across the ring. Fuse runs up the turnbuckles and lands behind Stevens who is running behind him. Conor spins Scott around and connects with another knife-edge chop before driving his knee into his midsection and connecting with a hip toss out of the corner. Stevens sits up and barely catches a front kick to the chest from Conor before kicking out his other leg and dropping him to one knee. Stevens, from a seated position, connects with a forearm smash across Conor’s face. Stevens rises to his feet, lifts Conor up into a front face-lock and connects with a vertical suplex.

Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens firing back with shots of his own and doing everything he can to slow down Conor Fuse. Stevens back up to his feet and he slams his boot across Fuse’s face before pulling him off the mat, pushes him into the ropes, and whips him across the ring. Stevens goes for a clothesline, but Fuse ducks underneath it. Stevens turns around and is met with a springboard dropkick from Fuse! Both men scramble back to their feet and Fuse this time goes for a clothesline of his own, but Stevens ducks underneath it and reaches backwards, connecting with a neck breaker.

Stevens sits up, rubbing his hands together before he gets up to his feet and grabs Conor by the wrist, dragging him over to the corner. Stevens grabs the top rope and begins stomping away at Fuse, each shot more intense than the last one until he is in a rhythm and stomping away at Conor until Hortega orders him to stop it. Stevens glances over at Hortega, sneers at him, and then reaches down before pulling Fuse off of the mat. He whips him into the ropes and as Fuse returns, he plants his knee in his midsection, sending Conor crashing to the mat. Scott begins to move to the nearest corner.

Joe Hoffman: Conor down on the mat as Stevens has increased the intensity and Stevens is now climbing the nearby corner as Conor lies there, dazed from the onslaught. Stevens stands on the top rope and then soars for a diving headbutt on Fuse! Conor is going to feel that one for a while. Stevens now going for the cover as Hortega slides into position.




Conor manages to get his right shoulder up and Stevens sits up, shaking his head. He makes his way up to his feet and bounces off the ropes before dropping an elbow across his opponent’s sternum. Stevens makes his way back up to his feet and brings Conor along with him before connecting with a belly-to-belly suplex. He once again gets up to his feet and drags Conor up with him before whipping him into the ropes and connects with a rising knee strike. Conor stumbles backwards into the ropes, looks like he’s out on his feet, and Stevens rushes at him, clotheslining Conor to the outside of the ring.

Joe Hoffman: Conor had a nice flurry to start this match, but Stevens has picked up the intensity and Conor hasn’t been able to match it thus far. Stevens now climbing through the ropes and is standing on the ring apron as Fuse is pulling himself up using the ringside barricade. Fuse turns towards where Stevens is at and Stevens connects with a double axe handle off the ring apron, sending Fuse back to the floor.

Stevens picks himself up off the floor and walks around the ring before reaching the ring steps. Stevens kicks the steps a few times, separating them in the process, and then lifts the top half of them up into the air. He carries it over on his shoulder before stopping in front of a prone Conor Fuse. Stevens lifts the stairs over his head and goes to slam them down across Conor, but Fuse manages to roll out of the way at the last possible moment.

Joe Hoffman: Good thing Conor moved out of the way there because that could have been the end of the match for him if he didn’t. Conor makes his way back up to his feet and drop kicks the stairs into Stevens who drops the stairs and stumbles backwards. Conor then runs at Stevens, leaping off the dropped ring steps, and connects with a sling blade onto Stevens. Conor is quick back up to his feet as he runs at the ringside barricade and springboards off of them into a moonsault on Stevens!

Fuse grabs Stevens and rolls him back into the ring. Stevens moves to his knees as Fuse slides under the bottom rope and holds his hands up, begging Fuse off. Conor glares at Scott as Stevens makes his way back up to his feet and extends his hand.

Scott Stevens: Join the House of Best, Conor! You can do it!

Fuse looks at Scott with a perplexed face before he goes for a fist. Stevens ducks underneath it and slides under the bottom rope. Fuse sighs as he looks over at Stevens and puts his hands on his hips. Stevens walks around the ring before he slides back in and circles the ring with Conor. Conor goes after Stevens once again and Scott slides out of the ring once again.

Joe Hoffman: Now Stevens is trying to slow down this match and play mind games with Conor. Fuse looks a bit pissed off, but not pissed enough to do something drastic. Fuse’s eyes are locked upon Stevens as he walks around the ring. Conor now walks over to where Stevens is, grabs the top rope, and slingshots himself over the top rope! Scott ducks, but Conor instead leans on the ringside apron. Conor spins around as Scott gets back up to his feet. He turns towards Conor, who leaps at Stevens and connects with a head scissors into the ringside barricade!

Conor makes his way back up to his feet and stomps at Stevens before yanking Scott up off the mat and whips him into the ringside barricade. Scott yells out in pain as Conor then grabs his wrist again and whips him into the ring apron. Scott’s back collides hard and Stevens drops to both knees, grabbing at his back. Conor connects with a front kick that rocks Stevens back, but he remains on his knees. Conor drags Stevens up to his feet and goes to whip him into the ring post, but Stevens manages to reverse it and sends Conor crashing into the ring post.

Joe Hoffman: Oof, Conor caught all of that one and the unforgiving steel is going to win every single time. Stevens is limping over to Conor, grabs him by the back of the head, and slams it into the ring apron before rolling Fuse back into the ring. Stevens climbs back into the ring and presses his boot across Conor’s throat while pulling on the top rope. Hortega is now ordering Stevens off of Fuse and begins to count, Stevens breaking the hold right at four. Stevens is toeing the line as much as he can to gain whatever advantage he can.

Stevens grabs Fuse off of the mat, lifts him up over his head, and drops him throat first across the top rope. Fuse grabs his throat as he stumbles backwards as Stevens wraps his arms around him and connects with a release German Suplex! The back of Conor’s skull collides with the mat and then he rolls through it onto his knees, looking completely out. Stevens then runs at Fuse full speed and connects with a Running Knee Trembler to the face of Conor!

Joe Hoffman: Don’t Mess with Texas and Stevens got all of that one! Fuse’s eyes are glazed over as he is still on his knees and certainly has no idea where he is right now. Stevens now bounces off the ropes and connects with another Running Knee Trembler, but this time to the back of Conor’s skull. Oh man, that is vicious! Stevens intensity continues to increase and Conor is paying the price for it.

Stevens yells at Conor to get up to his feet. Conor is slow to do so, his body and head wracked with pain, but he somehow finds the strength to get up. As he does, Stevens unloads with a superkick! Conor stumbles around from the shot, somehow remaining on his feet as Stevens looks confused. Then, out of nowhere, Conor uncorks a superkick of his own and both men collapse to the mat as Hortega checks on both of them before beginning his count.




Joe Hoffman: Stevens connects with a Remember the Alamo, but Fuse managed to connect with a superkick of his own. Hortega is up to a five count and Fuse is starting to stir, but Stevens isn’t far behind them. I’m not certain how either of these two men are moving, but somehow they are! Stevens grabs the bottom ropes to help pull himself up as Fuse manages to fight up using his legs, with Stevens getting up to his feet as Hortega reaches the nine count!

Stevens rushes at Conor and looks for a Diamond Cutter, but Fuse blocks him and connects with a Saito Suplex on Stevens. Scott is down on the mat, grabbing the back of his head while Conor moves to the corner and begins to climb up to the top turnbuckle. Before he can get there though, Stevens climbs up the turnbuckles and catches Fuse with a stiff forearm. Fuse battles back with a series of his own fists which catches Stevens by surprise and nearly sends him tumbling off the top turnbuckle.

Joe Hoffman: Both men are in a precarious position here as they’re trading blows back and forth! Stevens puts Fuse into a front face lock and is looking for a Superplex here, but Fuse manages to slam his fist into Stevens ribs a few times, breaking the hold. Fuse stands back up and slams his head repeatedly into Stevens skull until Scott falls backwards. Conor now stands up, looks down at his opponent, and he connects with the SUPER SPLASH! Conor got the 450 Splash and has looked his leg as Hortega begins his count!





Bryan McVay: Your winner at the fourteen minute and thirty-seven second mark… THE VINTAGE! CONOR! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE!


Joe Hoffman: Wow! Wow! Wow! Fuse gets the upper hand on Stevens and manages to get a 450 Splash to put this match away! Big win for Fuse who now is tied with Clay Byrd for #3 in the Singles rankings with 21 points!

Fuse makes his way up to his feet, exhausted, as Hortega lifts his arm in victory. Fuse looks down at Stevens and then shakes his head before exiting the ring. He makes his way up the rant as the fans chant.


Joe Hoffman: What a hellacious match for both of these men as we head backstage as I understand Xander Azula is back there.

We then cut backstage.


We do in fact cut away and join Brian Bare who is standing by.

Brian Bare: Hello HOW fans, Brian Bare here looking to get a hot scoop for ya regarding Xander Azula, set to take on GREAT SCOTT later tonight for the High Octane Television Championship…and as soon as I can actually catch up with him, we’ll get a few words about–

Brian is interrupted by the sound of a nearby door opening, marking the arrival of Xander Azula with a curious smile on his face as he approaches Brian.

Xander Azula: You’re absolutely right, Brian…let’s talk about tonight, because tonight I’m ready to take what’s rightfully mine, here in the fight capital of the world…Las Vegas.

Brian Bare: I thought the fight capital of the world was somewhere in Dubai?

Xander just glares at Brian, forcing the reporter to stand down before the Fighter continues.

Xander Azula: Tonight, the man boasting about being a HOT VEE Champion will be left with nothing but his bear and his glare, and jerboi will take what rightfully belongs to him…the High Octane Television Championship, and the respect that it commands.

Brian Bare: And what about Kyle McRae, who showed up at the Best Arena last week to accept your challenge to an HOFC fight at Rumble at the Rock?

Xander takes a moment to think about this, nodding his head with an even wider smile before responding.

Xander Azula: Right, about that…the EPU have assured me that Kyle, his British Hospitality pals, and anyone associated with the sVo are not in the building tonight. They do, after all, have their own business to attend to, and I suspect Kyle is probably begging Jon Page to take him back. It’s all very cute, but what isn’t cute is what I’ve got in store for him inside that gilded cage. Kyle wants to step inside my world, but he doesn’t realize just how badly I will break the Granite Kid.

Xander has a quick look around before turning his attention back to Brian.

Xander Azula: Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a match to get ready for…and I want to avoid being put in a lie detector test for no reason whatsoever.

With that, Xander steps away leaving us with a confused Brian Bare, certainly a trademark of these conversations by now as we cut away!


CHAOS cuts elsewhere backstage, where a shirtless STRONK Godson stands with his manager Abdullah Choi.

They both stare into the camera; STRONK is stone-faced while Choi beams smarmily.

STRONK Daddy still has the blood of Bobbinette Carey crusted over his chest—though he has bathed, he’s made an effort not to get his chest wet in the process. He didn’t want to destroy that which he was so proud of having created.

Abdullah Choi: Last Sunday this man standing beside me did a very brave thing. This man—this beautiful man—fought back against his abuser.

Choi lets the word ‘abuser’ linger in the air.

Abdullah Choi: Robernette Carey is an abuser. A gaslighter. An emotionally manipulative femcel who, when she’s not complaining about some kind of systemic whatever, spends her time picking at her scabby vag and concocting new ways to shred this poor man’s heart like a head of lettuce.

Hanging his head slightly, Choi ‘takes a moment’, pinching the bridge of his nose, feigning emotion. He takes a deep, exaggerated breath.

Abdullah Choi: I’m sorry. I don’t even wanna put that bitch on and clout her up with our relevance and all that. But I feel like I have to address it. The double standard. Look—women can abuse men, people! Hello! It’s 2022! I’m trying to spread awareness, but I can already hear the narrow-minded fascist boos coming through the walls of this arena! I hear you, assholes, loud and clear! But guess what? We don’t suffer in silence. We won’t suffer in silence. And Carey, you made us suffer for far too long. All your macho head games. Giving this man half a cow. Trying to turn him against his true friends. Killing the great and powerful MONGO in cold blood. I see you, bitch! You don’t know ninjutsu, not like you think you do!

The man formerly known as Shelley Greene looks at the stoic Meat Monolith beside him breathing heavily in a most unnerving way.

Abdullah Choi: I saw what you were doing. Jace saw what you were doing. And so we put a stop to it. Hey Carey, how’s your neck, baby girl? Hopefully wrought with pain. Hopefully it never gets better and your quality of life erodes and you eventually can’t get out of bed and so you get fatter and fatter until that black heart of yours just one day up and explodes! And even then, we won’t be square. Not even close. But enough about you; Jace has you on the 30th at Rumble At The Rock. I wanna talk about your BFF. Yeah, that vapid suckhole bitch.

STRONK holds up the MONGO femur. His facial expression is fixed and intense. He continues to bore a hole through the camera with his cold gaze. He doesn’t blink once.

Abdullah Choi: Conor Fuse, you didn’t want anything to do with us when we stepped through the door here in HOW. You were the big world champ so heaven forbid you take the time to introduce yourself to the STRONKEST Man Alive and his manager—the greatest and most talented manager in the business. Shit, I would’ve been happy to sign you back then and my pound of flesh.

Abdullah does some quick mental math on what he knows ten percent of whatever Fuse’s downside guarantee is and salivates a bit.

Abdullah Choi: It wasn’t until you lost the HOW World Championship, disappeared and then came back a shell of your former self, and realized that, shit, STRONK is a bigger star than you are now! Your jealous nature has you acting like a drunk bitch at a wedding you only begrudgingly got invited to in the first place. You’ve got to make it all about YOU. So you align yourself with HOW’s resident wine mom, and you two fucking morons presumably got day-drunk and plotted and schemed the psychological destruction of the former HOTv and LSD Champion. The kindest, most gentle three hundred plus pounder walking the earth. You should’ve stayed out of this, Fuse! Ain’t nothing kind or gentle about the kinda man STRONK has become! This STRONK right here? Doesn’t give a fuck anymore, and now he’s fixin’ to give you a classic prison beating in Alcatraz!

STRONK rhythmically thumps the femur in his hand like a baseball bat. He hasn’t blinked once since the segment began.

Abdullah Choi: STRONK wanted to get Carey outta the way early—sort of merciful if you think about it—because he knows with every passing day his need to brutally annihilate someone for the misdeeds perpetrated against his beloved bull grows stronger. He’s insatiable, Conor! I honest-to-Betsy worry for your safety, dude. You’re gonna be just fine, though. You’ll have plenty of time to play your stupid vidya games when you’re laid up in a hospital bed. You know, Conor, you—

STRONK places his hand over the face of Choi, silencing him mid-sentence. And still he hasn’t blinked.


STRONK wipes the drool from his lips and walks off camera.

Choi smiles.

Abdullah Choi: Heh. You’re fawwwwked, bull-killer. Kiss your mom and give your sister a pat on the bottom for your boi Choi, will ya? We’ll see ya when we see ya.

Choi winks, then walks off camera himself, as CHAOS cuts to its first commercial break of the evening.


Back from commercial Brian Bare, back hard at work,  is seen knocking on a locker room door.  The door opens and Steve Harrison steps out with a serious look on his face. He looks down at Brian and nods.

Brian Bare: My man…

Harrison puts his hand over the mic and shakes his head.  Brian looking worried takes a step back and let’s go of the mic as The Miracle Man grabs it.

Steve Harrison: Oh, I apologize this isn’t an interview.  This isn’t a chance for you to ask your hard questions about The Highwaymen or whatever bullshit drama you want to push for The Board.

Brian gulps and shakes his head.

Steve Harrison: Look Brian, just be happy I let you bring me a live mic.  Stand back and let me handle my business.

Brian nods slowly and takes another step back from Harrison.  Steve taps the mic and continues.

Steve Harrison: Christopher America.  You are a pompous long-winded coward.  You are a phony patriot for money.  You are one loss away from beginning your own news channel on YouTube where every commercial is about My Pillow.

Steve chuckles for a bit.

Steve Harrison: I would like to help you live that new dream though because The Board without you is just a logjam of loud wrestlers with zero substance.  You hold what keeps them together and I have no issue watching you crumble to the ground like Jace when he ‘defended’ HOWs honor against PRIME.  You are all embarrassments and YOU— in particular have gotten on my last nerve.

Steve leans his head back and side to side to crack it.

Steve Harrison: This isn’t just about that title I want adorning my waist, but it is the sheer glee I will receive when I defeat you and destroy that smug grin of yours.  We have gone back and forth on trying to one up each other and your last gasp effort at protecting yourself at having guards defend you and beat me…well…it worked.  I realized that letting my emotions get the best of me will not help my quest and thus I have regrouped.

Harrison pauses and nods to himself.

Steve Harrison: At Rumble at the Rock at Alcatraz I am challenging you to a no ropes, submission match in the old remains of the Wardens House.  I want to hear your hand slap cold concrete and your voice scream that you give up.  I don’t care if it isn’t my wheelhouse because I don’t just want to toss you on your neck, I want to make you scream in pain while I wrench it so hard you will doubt you will be able to walk again.

The door to the locker room opens back up and Ellis Jackson peers his head out.  Brian Bare’s mouth opens wide in surprise.  Harrison looks at Ellis and back at the camera.

Steve Harrison: I guess its time to get ready to knock the last remaining tooth from Frank Dylan James mouth.  I look forward to hearing your response, Chris.

Harrison turns back towards his door and enters and closes it as Brian looks on confused as we cut back to ringside.


We immediately cut to McVay as it is time for our next match of the evening.

Bryan McVay: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Los Angeles, California……BRIAN HOLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYWOOOOOOOOOOD!

“Stronger on your Own” by Disturbed blares over the PA. Hollywood slowly walks from the back and takes center stage as he stands there for a few brief moments, closing his eyes. He reigns in the boos from the crowd as he gets in final mental preparation for his upcoming match. As Hollywood opens up his eyes, pyro shoots off in opposite corners of the stage as it makes its way to center stage. As the pyro hits the center, the camera zooms in to see the reflection in Hollywood’s eyes as he finally makes his way down the ramp, quickly taking off his vest and throwing it down with intensity.

Joe Hoffmann: Brian Hollywood has been on a roll as of late, scoring victories over Scott Stevens and Xander Azula over the past few weeks and tonight, he looks to build on that momentum by beating the man who beat him a month ago, Clay Byrd.

Hollywood makes his final push as he charges the ring, rolling under the ropes. He gets back to his feet and looks about the entire arena glaring at the fans before he takes his place in the corner turnbuckle before turning his gaze intently in the ring as he awaits for the bell.

Bryan McVay: And his opponent, hailing from Plainview, Texas…..CLAAAAAAAAAAY BYYYYYYYYRRRRRRRRD!!!!!

Guitar and harmonica begin to blare through the arena, the start of Gunning For You by Nick Nolan sends a silence across the crowd as Nick Nolan’s lyrics echo through the arena. Red letters slash across the screen as “BYRD” is spelled out. Clay appears through fog on the entrance ramp, cowboy hat low over his eyes, a long black duster on and a rope in his hand.

My Gun is loaded it’s getting time

Two shots of whiskey i’m takin’ what’s mine

Ain’t what you’re sayin it’s what you do

Your time has come boy i’m Gunnin for You

When hell is rainin down you’ll see my face won’t heara sound

You’ll feel that bullet burnin through

Take your last breath boy

I’m Gunnin for You

Clay begins his slow walk down the ramp. His eyes are fixed on the ring, and he trudges on. Not paying any notice to any of the fans in attendance.

There’s desperation deep in your eyes

No turnin back now no compromise

Cause only one of us walks out that door

The other bleedin out on the floor

Clay walks up the steps, and climbs into the ring and music fades. Matt Boettcher calls for the bell and Brian Hollywood walks up to Clay Byrd and begins jawing at him.

Joe Hoffman: It seems like Brian Hollywood has some choice words to say to Clay Byrd.

Brian Hollywood slaps Clay Byrd across the face eliciting the audience in attendance to “Ohhhhhhh” in unison. Brian Hollywood looks up at the big man and dares him to strike back.

Joe Hoffman: I’m not sure what Brian Hollywood is doing here, but Clay Byrd is not a bear that you want to poke.

Clay Byrd rears back and nails Hollywood with a right hand. Hollywood staggers back and looks at the Behemoth, almost disappointed. He throws his hands in the air and screams “Is that it????” Hollywood shoves Clay Byrd and the Highwayman responds with another right hand. Then another and another. Clay Byrd nails Hollywood with a boot to the gut and nails a suplex. Hollywood and Clay get up and the former is smiling at the latter, almost chuckling.

Joe Hoffman: Is…Brian Hollywood…laughing? Is he laughing at Clay or is he—is he actually enjoying this?

Clay Byrd drops Brian Hollywood with a clothesline and proceeds to kick and stomp on him, there is no strategy involved, the boot connects where it connects – head, shoulder, chest, leg, stomach. Clay takes a few steps backwards as Hollywood slowly gets up, a smile etched across his face. Clay Byrd charges and nearly splits Hollywood’s top half from his bottom half with a devastating Spear.

Joe Hoffman: Clay Byrd charged into Brian Hollywood like a missile. I’ll be surprised Brian Hollywood hasn’t suffered a long term injury after that impact!

Clay Byrd covers, Matt Boettcher counts……



Clay Byrd releases the cover and rolls off of Brian Hollywood before Matt Boettcher can bring his hand down for the third time.

Joe Hoffman: What the hell is Clay Byrd doing? He had this match won!

Clay Byrd pulls Brian Hollywood onto his feet. Clay Byrd smacks Brian Hollywood in the face. Hollywood drops to a knee and the Behemoth kicks him in the side of the head. Clay stands over near the ropes, waiting, demanding that Hollywood get to his feet. Hollywood, a slight smile on his face, slowly rises.

Joe Hoffman: Brian Hollywood is getting up. You’ve got to admire his determination but you cannot help but wonder if, for the sake of his own health, he should stay down.

Brian Hollywood turns as Clay Byrd charges, hits the ropes, bounces off and nearly decapitates Brian Hollywood with a clothesline.

Joe Hoffman: Texas Lariat! This match is over! Wait! What is Clay Byrd doing?

The Behemoth is standing over Brian Hollywood urging him to get up again.

Joe Hoffman: Why isn’t he covering him? This is just ridiculous! I can’t help but wonder if this is just another message being sent to Frank Dylan James.

Clay Byrd once again pulls Brian Hollywood up. Hollywood stands, jelly legged in the middle of the ring, as Clay Byrd charges again and delivers yet another Texas Lariat!

The Behemoth covers with one foot on Hollywood’s chest……Matt Boettcher with the count…..





Brian McVay: The winner of this match, CLAAAAAAAY BYYYYYYYYYYYRD!!!!!

Clay Byrd rolls off of the motionless Brian Hollywood in the middle of the ring and raises his hands in the air.

Joe Hoffman: Byrd with a dominant victory over Brian Hollywood who had momentum on his side going into this match. I’m sure Clay Byrd knows that Frank Dylan James was watching this match especially after he was assaulted by the Highwaymen last week. On a side note, Byrd jumps up to the #2 spot in the rankings with 24 points as he just broke the short lived tie he had with Conor Fuse and also leapfrogs over Steve Harrison who is in action here in a little bit against Byrd’s PPV opponent FDJ. The race for the #1 Spot and Wrestler of the Year award is going to be a tight one as everyone is chasing a very motivated STRONK in that regard.

The camera then cuts back to Clay Byrd staring down at the unconscious Hollywood inside the ring as the crowd is cheering on the big man after another dominant showing.

The crowd is still cheering as we cut to another commercial break.


Back live from commercial and the action picks up backstage with Conor Fuse beside Blaire Moise. The interviewer smiles at the camera and gets right to it.

Blaire Moise: First off, Congrats on your win earlier tonight against Scott Stevens..

Fuse nods in approval of Blaire’s acknowledgment.

Blaire Moise: Secondly….and more importantly…..Conor, a lot has been going on with you and Bobbinette. Last week it was revealed Jace played a very critical role in the Bobbinette attacks. Stronk Godson also tipped his hand. Stronk, who you’ll face at Rumble at the Rock…

Her voice trails. The gamer is shuffling uneasily. Moise gives Fuse space to add his thoughts. It takes Conor a moment as he wipes away sweat from his forehead, still in his wrestling gear from his match versus Scott Stevens.

Conor Fuse: A lot has been going on, Blaire. Over the past few months I’ve been trying to help my friend… and last week, everything came unglued. “We got the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth”, to give ya a quote there.

Fuse looks into the camera, changing his demeanor to an extremely serious one.

Conor Fuse: Stronk, buddy. When you walked in here everyone thought you’re a funny little man. Well there’s nothing funny about what you did and who you associate yourself with. You’re going to take some responsibility, Stronk. And I don’t just mean what you did to me, or Bobbinette. You’re going to take some wrestling responsibility. Take on a legitimate threat. It’s going to be on MY shoulders to welcome you to High Octane. Yes, you’ve been here for a while now but no, you’ve never had a match on this level. Alcatraz is no game. Murder happens there, actual murder. Not an attempt, not a half-ass try. It’s been done and it’ll happen again. You crossed a line with Bobbinet-

Conor stops talking. He sees someone approach him.

It’s Bobbinette’s daughter, Majandra. Concern immediately falls upon Conor’s face.

Conor Fuse: Majandra, hi? What are you doing here?

Majandra tentatively approaches the gamer and interviewer.

Majandra Carey: It’s my mom. You haven’t heard from her, have you?

Conor raises an eyebrow. He’s not acting tough, he doesn’t have his head in the clouds. He’s grounded and genuinely doesn’t understand.

Conor Fuse: Uh, not for a while, no. We spoke after the events of last week. Bobbie said she needed space so I figured she meant to be with family.

Majandra shakes her head no.

Majandra Carey: Well I haven’t heard from her since that night, either. She hasn’t been home… she hasn’t facetimed Mimi…

Blaire Moise shows concern, too.

Majandra Carey: She hasn’t answered my texts or calls.

Conor reaches down into his duffle bag and pulls out his iPhone wrapped in a Super Mario Bros. movie case. He scrolls through his apps.

Conor Fuse: She hasn’t replied to me but I bet I haven’t called or texted as much as you…

He laughs awkwardly, realizing it’s serious.

Conor Fuse: I was trying to give her space.

Fuse picks up his bag and turns to Blaire.

Conor Fuse: Sorry, Blaire. I’ve got to get going. My match is done. Majandra, we can start to look for her. I’ll leave the arena with you right now.

The Ultimate Gamer places a hand on Majandra’s shoulder and she nods, trying to hold back tears.

Majandra Carey: Thank you.

The two exit the scene but Conor’s voice is picked up by the interview camera.

Conor Fuse: Shit. If I knew she went MIA, I would’ve reached out sooner. I’m sorry…

The scene goes to ringside for the next match.


We cut back ringside where McVay is ready to introduce the wrestlers in the next match.

Brian McVay:  Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first…

“Stranglehold” plays. A few moments pass until Frank comes stumbling out through the crowd. Instead of the usual hoots and hollers and barking at old people and children, he walks with his eyes on the ring, although everyone makes a path for him nonetheless.

Brian McVay: From The Great Smokey Mountains…. Weighing in at 295 pounds…. FRAAAAANK DYLAAAAANNN JAAAAAAMMEESS!!

Once or twice, someone gets too close, so Frank swings around the chain wrapped around his fist and forearm. This goes on for several minutes as he makes his way to the ring, climbing over the guardrail with some effort.

Joe Hoffman: Frank obviously showing some of the effects from that vicious beating at the hands of the Highwaymen last week. Rumor backstage is that he was diagnosed with a grade 2 concussion, but refused medical treatment, instead insisting on coming out here for this match.

Brian McVay: And his opponent…

“Take the Money and Run,” By The Steve Miller Man starts to play and the curtain flies open. Steve Harrison walks out with his arms in the air, a smirk across his face.

Brian McVay: From Fairfax, Virginia… weighing in at 245 pounds… he is… THE MIRACLE MAN…. STEEEEEEEVE HAAAARRISOOOOONNN!!!

He begins walking towards the ring and begins waving at the crowd, who return his waves with boos and indifference. The smirk begins to fade after hearing the response so the Miracle Man begins jawing back at some of the audience and pointing to himself yelling over and over “ME, ME, ME!.” Steve walks faster to the ring, his smirk now a scowl, he enters the rings and leans against one of the turnbuckles and begins talking to himself, his face becoming red in anger.

Joe Hoffman: Steve Harrison is angry, which is not unusual, but I would also think that he’s probably getting his mind right as we head toward Rumble at the Rock, where he has a huge match with Christopher America for the HOW World Championship….not to mention the challenge Harrison dropped earlier tonight when he challenged America to accept his Submission only stipulation…

Harrison walks toward the middle of the ring, smirking somewhat as he watches Frank struggle to put one foot in front of the other to come meet him.

Joe Hoffman: Frank Dylan James simply does not look like he’s fit for this match right now. I’m sure he’s brave, and I know he doesn’t wanna quit, but I don’t see this going too well based on what I’m seeing in the ring right now.

Frank finally makes it to Harrison, who is now feinting a duck and weave, mocking Frank, who has his fists up, but has a glazed look in his eyes, even more than usual.

Harrison puffs out his chest and gets closer. Frank prepares for the fisticuffs, but instead Harrison stomps on his bare foot. Frank screams out and grits his teeth, then swings a wild haymaker at Harrison which fails to make the mark.

On the screen, we see a split-screen of the match, and then Christopher America backstage watching the match on a monitor from an undisclosed location, gently stroking the World Championship belt over his shoulder as he does so.

Harrison fires a right hand at the midsection of Frank, who grasps at his ribs and drops to a knee. Harrison steps back, then drives a big knee to the side of Frank’s head. Frank’s eyes roll back and he crumples to the mat.

Joe Hoffman: That was painful to watch. Frank looks like he is out on his feet here folks. This is already cringy early in the match…

Harrison drops down for a cover, and referee Joel Hortega starts the count…




Joe Hoffman: I have no idea how Frank Dylan managed to get his shoulder up. He looks absolutely dead in the water right now, and Steve Harrison is not going to let up. Frank’s been calling out Clay Byrd for weeks, not getting so much as a peep back, but now The Highwaymen are making a statement and then some, not just with the attack last week, but with the way Steve Harrison is punishing Frank here tonight…

Harrison snarls down at Frank Dylan James, then starts firing rights and lefts to his head. Frank absent-mindedly gets his hands up to attempt a defense, but doesn’t seem to know where he is. Not wasting any time, Harrison gets to his feet and then drops a big knee right across Frank’s jaw.

Joe Hoffman: It’s just shot after shot to the head of Frank Dylan James. Steve Harrison knows right where the big Appalachian is vulnerable and he’s taking full advantage.

Harrison gets back on his feet and starts to jaw with Joel Hortega, who is trying to see if Frank Dylan James is even conscious.

Joe Hoffman: Hortega is looking in on Frank Dylan James. He doesn’t look good, but he still waves off the referee before flopping back down to the mat.

Harrison pulls Frank up into a seated position, giving him a look of disgust, then sprints to the ropes behind him. He comes off the ropes and starts to throw his Enlightenment Knee Trigger, but instead he stops short, seeing Frank just swaying like a reed in the wind, leans over and just pokes Frank on the side of his head. Frank falls over, face planting into the mat, which causes Steve Harrison to laugh.

Joe Hoffman: Steve Harrison now just toying with the big man. This has suddenly become a warmup match for Harrison, as he is on a collision course with Christopher America for the World Title…

Harrison pulls Frank back up into a seated position, and runs the ropes again, this time connecting with the Enlightenment, putting Frank’s lights seemingly out for good.

Joe Hoffman: My GOD! Enlightenment right to the temple!! Frank is down like a shot!!

Harrison goes for the cover, but somehow, someway, Frank is able to reach up and fish hook Harrison’s mouth. Harrison screams in pain as the glazed over eyes of Frank Dylan James start to flash with fury, doing whatever it takes to stay alive in this match.

Joe Hoffman: A burst of energy out of nowhere from Frank Dylan James. I still don’t think he knows where he is, but he’s fighting back. He’s not willing to go down without a fight!

Harrison tries to fight back, but Frank takes his thumb and drives it into the neck of Steve Harrison once…. Twice…..three times. Harrison clutches his neck and reaches out looking for the ropes as Frank lies on his back, having used all of the energy he had left just to stay in this match.

Joe Hoffman: Frank Dylan James is spent, but he’s been able to buy himself a little time. For the first time tonight, he’s been able to get some offense in, but will it be enough to turn the tide of this match?!

Harrison is up, as Frank tries his best to roll over and gets himself up, but he only gets to an all-fours position on the mat before eating a big kick to the ribs from Steve Harrison. Harrison stands back up, wraps his arms around Frank’s waist, and with considerable effort, throws him over in a German suplex.

Joe Hoffman: Another hard impact to the back of Frank Dylan James’ head…

Frank’s head hits the mat hard, doing more damage, but Harrison stays on him, dragging him up to a standing position and laying in with some knife edge chops against the ropes. Harrison whips Frank out of the ropes, but Frank only goes about three steps before stumbling and falling face first on the mat.

Joe Hoffman: This is starting to get ridiculous! At what point does Joel Hortega step in and put a stop to this?! Frank Dylan James is in serious serious trouble here… this isn’t just about winning a wrestling match. Steve Harrison is looking to take Frank out for good!

Harrison chuckles, getting a kick out of his opponent’s suffering, and slowly walks over to him again, lifting him up into a standing position. He makes a throat cutting gesture to his neck, then wraps him up in the crossface chicken wing from behind.

Joe Hoffman: He’s got it locked in! Frank Dylan James has nowhere to go! And he doesn’t look like he has enough life in him to do anything about it even if he did!

Screaming out with effort, Harrison lifts Frank up and drives him back down on the mat, keeping the hold locked in the whole time. Harrison pulls back and Frank is unresponsive.

Joe Hoffman: Again Steve Harrison drives the head of Frank Dylan James into the mat! That’s enough already! Ring the bell, Hortega! Someone get Harrison off of the man before he does some serious long-lasting damage!!

Hortega checks on Frank Dylan James, looking for any sign of life. And finally waves his hands, calling for the bell…

Brian McVay: The winner of this match….in 6 minutes, 47 seconds…..THE MIRACLE MANSTEEEEEVE HAAAARRRISSOOOOON!!!!!

Joe Hoffman: Finally! The match is over, but the damage is done. Clay Byrd and the boys must be all smiles backstage at what they’ve seen here tonight..

The screen splits again, and we once again see Christopher America with the World Title over his shoulder. He scoffs at the the sight of Harrison and the manner of which he won. With a smirk, America walks off camera, World Championship in tow.

Joe Hoffman: A devastating loss for Frank Dylan James here tonight. Steve Harrison was on a mission to show the world that he means business as he heads to a showdown for the World Title, and Frank Dylan James was simply in no condition to compete here at Chaos after the attack last week.

The action cuts away as a medic slides into the ring to check on FDJ.


The HOV comes to life once again and a video begins to play……

Las Vegas, a fantastic city. A beautiful, wonderful city, a city where you can still truly believe that anything can happen. The absurdness of the strip, the seediness of the back alleys… What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas is the saying. But in this case, “What happens in Vegas affects all of us.” We are at the VIP entrance at Caesars Palace, the small entrance surrounded by Roman inspired architecture is tucked away behind the rest of the resort.

Out front stands Melvin Beauregard, the PWA Liaison to PRIME Wrestling. He’s wearing his finest suit from Macy’s. His crutches are in full use, as well as the neck brace. He stands at the entrance, peering off into the inky blackness of the October Las Vegas night. Finally, in the distance headlights appear. A black limousine pulls up and Melvin crutches himself over quickly and gets the door as it stops.

Melvin Beauregard: Great to see you Josh.

Melvin helps the man out of the car and the two shake hands with a brief hug.

Josh Johnson: Great to see you, through those doors there.

The ‘Real Deal’ Josh Johnson, the owner of SHOOT Project points towards the entrance. Melvin nods as two attendants come forward and help Johnson find his way in. A second limousine waits, waiting to unload its occupant. Melvin shoots towards the door to try to open it, but the door flies open and out steps Lindsay Troy, wearing a dark navy blue jumpsuit. She looks at Melvin with disgust, but he puts on his salesman charm smiling.

Melvin Beauregard: You look great tonight Ms. Troy, and congratulations on that work in New Orleans. Right this way mam.

Lindsay Troy: Fuck off with that bullshit. This way right?

Two more attendants come out and help direct Ms. Troy as a third limousine pulls up. Lee Best is exits of the next limousine and Melvin crutches his way down to help his old friend. Two attendants from the PWA swarm to Lee’s side immediately trying to helpthe man out of the car. Lee motions both attendants to back off.  Lee takes a few steps towards Melvin and the two men shake hands.

Lee Best: I don’t have time for bullshit or feelings Mel. This better fucking move forward and WORK.

Melvin Beauregard: Oh it will, don’t worry, it will.

Melvin smiles his shit eating salesman grin. Lee nods and then decides to take the assistance of the two women with his own smirk. Melvin waits for the next vehicle to pull up. A black limousine with “SVO” on the plates lurks behind Lee Best’s but the video feed ends before it pulls up.


Back live from commercial and we once again cut to Joe.

Joe Hoffman: Well, there was some big news made last night at Missouri Valley Wrestling’s house show in Terre Haute, Indiana impacting the HOTv Tag Team title.  MVW’s backstage interviewer Kellie Burkowski has the lowdown on what went down.

Cut to a taped report filmed backstage last night in Terre Haute.

Kellie Burkowski: Kellie Burkowski reporting here from MVW’s house show.

Kellie waves a stray strand of blonde hair out of her eyes and continues.

Kellie Burkowski: Match number four of the best-of-five series between the HOTv Tag Team Champions The Highwaymen and The Egg Bandits took place tonight and it would be an eventful night.  As you know, MVW Owner Ray McAvay put his foot down and told both teams that no one other than the participants in the match would be allowed at ringside.  That meant Sunny O’Callahan and the other Highwaymen- Clay Byrd and Steve Harrison… Bobby Dean and Doozer from the Egg Bandits… were absent from ringside last night.  However…

(Backstage Before the Match)
Both Bobby Dean and Doozer stand over an incapacitated Joe Bergman.  Also laying close by is an unconscious Sunny O’Callahan…

Kellie Burkowski: …that didn’t stop the Egg Bandits from attacking Bergman BEFORE he went down to the ring.

(Backstage, continued)
…Victoria McGill jumps on Doozer’s back and starts raining down their right hands. Doozer flips her over and goes to stomp on her when MVW Security shows up and shoves Doozer away from the MVW Women’s Champion.

Kellie Burkowski: So after MVW Security removed Bobby Dean and Doozer from the back, we go on to the match itself.

(The Highwaymen- Steve Solex © vs. The Egg Bandits- Cancer Jiles- HOTv Tag Team Title)
Jiles spews a yellow stream of Coolympian Yolk into Solex’s eyes.  

Thunderbolt Smith: COOLYMPIAN YOLK! 

Blinded, Solex wanders into range of Jiles’s finisher.


Thunderbolt Smith: TERMINAL CANCER! 

Solex bends back at the knees and then falls to the mat.  Jiles scrambles over for the cover.  





MVW’S ring announcer Heather Cooper makes it all official.

Heather Cooper: Your winner at five minutes and ten seconds… AND NEW HOTv TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… THE EGGGGGG… BANNNN-DITS! 

Kellie Burkowski: So the Egg Bandits defeat the Highwaymen to win the HOTv Tag Team Title last night in Terre Haute, Indiana.  Was that all?  Well?  Not quite.

(Following the Match)
Bobby Dean and Doozer join Cancer Jiles in the ring and they stomp the hell out of Solex.


Thunderbolt Smith: The match is over so there are no longer any restrictions on the Bandits being in the ring!  

Doozer goes out and grabs a table from underneath the ring.  He throws it inside the ring and Jiles sets it up in the corner.  

‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall: I have a real bad feeling about this.

Solex is draped across the table and then Bobby Dean climbs up the corner turnbuckle.  He only makes it to the middle one.  Doozer and Jiles push the table closer. 

Rick Hall: A REAL, REAL bad feeling about this.  

Bobby flies and crushes Solex through the table.


Debris begins to flood the ring.  


Bergman, Clay Byrd, and Steve Harrison rocket down the ramp toward the ring with Tori McGill.  The Bandits wisely make their exit and get over the rail.  


The HOV goes to black and… then a spotlight illuminates the stage at the T-Mobile Arena in Paradise, Nevada.

It’s Joe Bergman.

Joe Bergman: Hello Paradise!

Bruised.  Battered.  But defiantly standing on the stage accompanied by twenty or so people from Section 214 as well as his girlfriend, MVW Women’s Champion Victoria McGill.

Joe Bergman: First off.  Steve Solex suffered broken ribs at the hands of Bobby Dean last night and he’s probably going to be out for at least weeks if not months.


Joe Bergman: So, send your good wishes to the Merc-Dad and hopefully he’ll be back in HOW soon.

Bergman pauses for the applause.

Joe Bergman: Now let’s get down to business… LEE BEST!


Joe Bergman: Lee, Joe Bergman doesn’t make very many demands.  Tonight.  I’m going to make an exception.

Joe paces back and forth in front of everyone.

Joe Bergman: RUMBLE… AT… THE… ROCK.  SUNDAY… OCTOBER… 30th … BOBBY DEAN… YOU FAT SLAG!  You put Steve Solex out of commission last night.  At Rumble at the Rock, I’m going to put YOU out of commission.


Joe Bergman: And when I take your fat ass out at Rumble at the Rock… then I want a HOTv Tag Title shot against Jiles and that simpering twat Doozer.  Either I’ll tag with Steve Harrison or Clay Byrd… maybe I’ll tag up with Adam Ellis… maybe I’ll bring back…

Joe puts extra emphasis on the pronunciation.



Joe Bergman: Make it happen Lee.

Joe drops the mic on the stage and exits.


As Bergman exits stage left, once again the HOV lights up and we’re shown what appears to be a dark room. The sound of water dripping from an unknown location is heard. The view pulls back a bit as the room in question seems to be a dark boiler room somewhere here in the T-Mobile Arena. A lone folding chair can be seen placed in the middle of the boiler room as the sound of footsteps echo off of the concrete floor. The view shifts up until there can be seen a figure standing firmly behind the steel chair. Finally the person can be seen to be none other than the LSD Champion Jace Parker Davidson.

There is a loud chorus for boos here from the crowd for obvious reasons and we’re also here in McKenna Blue territory.

Davidson: Have you all enjoyed the show so far tonight?

Jace asks with a bit of a smirk on his face as the crowd continues to boo.

Davidson: I know I have. Why you might ask? It’s simple, there is no sign of Bobbinette Carey whatsoever.

Jace cackles a bit as the boos from the crowd get even louder.

Davidson: This… this is what paradise feels like. An HOW free of Bobbinette Carey and soon, it’ll be free of all her little minions also. Can you imagine it? A High Octane Wrestling without Bobbinette Carey, without Scottywood, and without Conor Fuse.

Jace raises his head into the air and closes his eyes as he soaks in the pure bliss of the scenario he just spoke.

Davidson: Absolutely intoxicating but I know what you’re all thinking. Just how could I do such a thing to poor innocent Bobbinette Carey?

The crowd cheers momentarily at the mention of Bobbinette’s name. Jace turns the steel chair backwards and takes a seat.

Davidson: It was quite simple, really. I warned Bobbinette Carey, I told her that there was no chance in Hell that I was going to allow her to leech onto STRONK and such any relevance the man had out of him. Repeatedly I told Carey to back the fuck off but did she listen? No, of course not. She was too busy running off at the mouth about how no one ever listens to her. There’s a difference, we’re all forced to listen to you but we simply do not care. Yet, Carey doesn’t listen to men or anyone that tries to EDUCATE her. So, we had to stoop to levels that Carey would understand.

More boos from the crowd as Jace reaches up and runs his fingers through his hair.

Davidson: I’m not going to bore you with all the gore filled details. You were there, you lived it along with the rest of us. From her insistence to me joining her War Games team that never actually happened. Her continued failures both on her own and alongside Scottywood. The failed attempt at bringing back the Tag Team titles because they beat Steve Solex. Carey screwed Scottywood out of 97red against Mike Best. They have an absolute abomination of a match on PPV. The one where they kissed, hugged, and just pretended that nothing ever happened, when they were supposed to be stabbing each other’s eye out. And then when all of that fizzled out and Scottywood got boring she decided to come after STRONK and more importantly STRONKUMMS LLC.

Jace lowers his head and shakes it a bit.

Davidson: When STRONK was actually INTERESTED in Carey she basically turned her nose up at him. Of course, no one can replace Scottywood in Carey’s life…

Jace visibly gags a little bit.

Davidson: But when that little Succubus realized Scottywood was a dead Mule that couldn’t carry her to the top she decided to hop onto a Bull. She saw how STRONKUMMS was becoming all the craze and suddenly it was all about being nice to STRONK. Sending him half a cow, wanting to get him alone and ‘TALK’ to him. No matter how much Shelley and myself decided to try and Lady Boner block her, she just wouldn’t take the hint. We needed to hammer it home.

Jace’s face contorts in pure disgust over the simple mention of that match.

Davidson: Kicking her in the vagina and disrespecting women’s rights wasn’t enough. Tossing her into a large body of water wasn’t enough. Literally building a wall around STRONK so that she couldn’t let him clear the cobwebs out of her Queenly batcave wasn’t enough. We decided to get serious. It wasn’t hard to track that fucking gaudy magenta colored Limousine around for a few weeks. We figured out her routine, her favorite places, and then we paid off some very disgruntled and underpaid workers. We paid off a Waiter and a Waitress to Bill Cosby up a couple of her drinks and food. We paid a down on his luck Uber driver very handsomely to drive his vehicle straight into the nearest body of water with Carey inside of it. She didn’t recognize the clear sign to stop. Then we hired two people to set her loft in Chicago on fire and destroy all of her possessions. But did she take the hint?

The question lingers in the air a little bit before Jace sneers towards the camera.

Davidson: Absolutely not. It turned into woe is me and please have sympathy for me. It turned into her clinging for dear life to both Fuse and Scottywood while still trying to seduce STRONK into opening his heart and his wallet to her. It turned into Scooby Doo-esque hijinks where she literally picked Scott Stevens’ name out of a hat to place the blame on what happened to her. She didn’t care, Carey never really cares. All that mattered was sinking her claws into STRONK and she was willing to walk over anyone and everyone to get to him…

Jace’s voice trailed off a bit as his expression became very displeased and sinister looking.

Davidson: That is why things happened the way they happened last week. Carey got close but close isn’t good enough. STRONK came to his senses and then we destroyed the great crusade of Bobbinette Carey. We left her broken in the middle of the ring until that little dipshit Canadian decided to play hero. So, now, where is Carey? Where is Bobbinette now that she got rejected and humiliated on worldwide television?

Jace rises up from his seat and looks around the boiler room like he’s actually going to spot her somewhere.

Davidson: Naturally, since everything blew up in her face Bobbinette Carey has gone into hiding. Forget Scottywood, who cares about Conor? It’s ALWAYS about Carey, she is the star of this sickening soap opera she calls a life. But don’t worry, come October 30th I’m going to pull her out of whatever hidey-hole she’s crawled inside of to lick her wounds. I’m going to bring Bobbinette Carey back into the spotlight, back into High Octane Wrestling… to finish what I started.

Jace begins to slowly back and forth behind the chair as he continues.

Davidson: Is what I did harsh? You’re damn right it was. Was it criminal? Of course it was because Carey only pays attention when she has a cause to protest against. But it’s fine because at Rumble at the Rock I will be going to jail but I’m taking Carey with me. She’s not the victim here, she’s just as guilty as anyone else. Just you and me, Carey. No STRONK, no Conor, just you standing on YOUR own two feet for a chage. You want me behind bars? You want me to pay for what I’ve done?

Jace leans down and grabs a hold of the steel chair. He slams it closed and holds it in his hands.

Davidson: You’ll have your shot. On All Hallows Eve, you better bring your best shot. Scottywood’s career is going to end at Rumble at the Rock but for you? It’s going to be the end of your very existence. I’m going to wipe you from High Octane Wrestling permanently, I’m going to erase you from the Hall of Fame. I’m going to punch your first class ticket to the Afterlife. Then you can annoy the shit out of Satan himself about whatever rights and privileges you think you deserve. And the rest of us? We’ll be free of the dead weight and our ears can properly heal from the damage your woke speeches have done to them. October 30th, you won’t just have the right to remain silent. I’m going to make sure you do, FOREVER.

Jace takes the steel chair and slams it hard against a water heater in the boiler room. He slams the chair down onto the ground before walking over lean into the camera lens.

Davidson: It’s going to be EPIC!

Jace straightens up and walks out of the boiler room. The sound of him cackling in the distance is heard as we head to our final commercial break of the evening.


The cameras come back from our final commercial break of the evening. We focus on the ringside arena here in the T-Mobile Arena. The Nevada crowd is buzzing knowing that there is only one match left here tonight. The camera swings over to the announcer’s table where Joe Hoffman is ready to call the action in our main event.

Joe Hoffman: Welcome back ladies and gentleman and before the break we heard from our current LSD Champion Jace Parker Davidson. Absolutely disgusting human being and I can hope that Bobbinette Carey can recover from the horrible things done to her.

Joe pauses for a moment to compose himself before looking back at the camera.

Joe Hoffman: The HOTv Championship belt is on the line here in our main event. The man that has reinvented himself as a Fighter, Xander Azula has a shot to win his first title here in HOW as he takes on the current HOTv Champion in GREAT SCOTT. Let’s send it to the ring where Bryan McVay is ready to make the introductions.

The camera shifts over to the center of the ring where Bryan McVay is standing with his microphone in hand.

Bryan McVay: The following match is our MAIN EVENT of the evening and it’s for THE HOTV CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

The whistling intro of “ENGEL” plays over the PA system, setting the crowd off in a chorus of boos as Xander Azula and his Eternal Circle disciples step out onto the stage, surveying the crowd with a gleeful grin.

Bryan McVay: Introducing first the Challenger… from Long Beach, California, weighing in tonight at 230lbs. Here is XANDERRRRR! AZULAAAAAAA!

The crowd show their disdain for Xander and his crew, who simply laugh at the ignorance they see as they head toward the ring.

Joe Hoffman: Xander Azula has been venturing over to fellow PWA federation, sVo, as of late. Last week Kyle McRae of sVo showed up to interrupt Azula but he needs to get that out of his mind for now. He needs to focus on the fact that he’s going up against the man that holds the HOTv Championship belt. The very belt that has eluded Xander for over a year.

Xander directs his disciples to circle around the ring, and they all hop onto the apron with wicked smiles on their faces. They enter the ring before Xander directs his crew to leave the ring.

Bryan McVay: And his opponent…


Bryan McVay: From The Greater Metro Area of Great Falls, Montana. Weighing in tonight at 276lbs. He is the reigning HOTV CHAMPION! Here is GREATTTTT! SCOTTTTTT!


Joe Hoffman: GREAT SCOTT has successfully defended the title against the likes of Frank Dylan James and members of the Egg Bandits. However, it seems that the Champion is worried about going from being GREAT SCOTT to Just Scott. Is he ripe for the picking tonight for Xander Azula or will SCOTT continue to be GREAT?

McVay leaves the ring as the Eternal Circle surrounds the ringside area but gives a wide berth to GREAT BEAR. Matt Boettcher walks over and secures the HOTv Championship belt from GREAT SCOTT. Boettcher walks to the center of the ring and raises the title belt high into the air to show that the title is on the line. Boettcher hands the belt over to the timekeeper then signals for the bell.


Xander Azula and GREAT SCOTT both walk out of their respective corners and stare each other down in the center of the ring. Words are exchanged between the two men until Xander uses his hands to gesture around his waist like he’s Aaron Rodgers and just scored a touchdown. GREAT SCOTT takes exception to Xander insinuating that he’s walking away tonight with his HOTv Championship belt. GREAT SCOTT plants a boot to Xander’s midsection then grabs a hold of him and whips him into the ropes. Xander bounces off the ropes and ducks a big clothesline from GREAT SCOTT. Xander puts on the brakes quickly then before GREAT SCOTT can turn around Xander leaps into the air and brings him down to the canvas with a neckbreaker.

Joe Hoffman: Xander managed to get under GREAT SCOTT’s skin momentarily. Just when GREAT SCOTT took the offensive here it was Xander that kept a cool head and brought the Champion down to the mat with the leaping neckbreaker.

GREAT SCOTT gets back up to his feet slowly but Xander unleashes some knife edged chops to the chest of the HOTv Champion. Xander plants a knee to the midsection then whips GREAT SCOTT into the corner. GREAT SCOTT hits the turnbuckle hard as Xander follows him in and connects with a clothesline of his own in the corner. Xander takes a step back then unloads a combo of left and right hands to the face and body of GREAT SCOTT. The Champion covers up as best as he possibly can but Xander lands a massive uppercut that rocks GREAT SCOTT. Xander grabs a hold of GREAT SCOTT and uses all the strength in his body to lift GREAT SCOTT up and seat him on the top turnbuckle.

Joe Hoffman: Xander has the advantage but just what in the world is he thinking about doing here? Is Azula going all or nothing here this early in this match?

Xander hits GREAT SCOTT with a right hand to the face then begins to climb the turnbuckle. Xander gets to the top rope then grabs a hold of GREAT SCOTT but the Champion begins to fight back with shots to the ribs of Azula. Xander rears back and hits GREAT SCOTT with a headbutt that knocks both men loopy for a moment. Xander takes advantage by hooking GREAT SCOTT and hitting him with a huge Superplex from the top rope down to the canvas.

Joe Hoffman: Xander just risked it all and connected with a Superplex on GREAT SCOTT!

Slowly Xander makes his way over then makes the cover and hooks the leg on GREAT SCOTT as Boettcher slides in for the count.

Matt Boettcher: ONE

Matt Boettcher: TWO


Joe Hoffman: That move did damage to both GREAT SCOTT and Xander. If Xander was able to make the cover quickly then we might have had a new Champion right there. It was only a two count but Xander needs to stay on the offensive here.

Xander gets up to his feet holding his back but begins to lay in stomps to the fallen Champion. GREAT SCOTT fights his way back up to his feet as Xander stalks around behind him. Xander grabs a hold of GREAT SCOTT from behind and tries for a German suplex but GREAT SCOTT counters with elbow shots to the side of the head. Xander breaks his grip and staggers backwards towards the ropes. GREAT SCOTT turns and charges towards Xander but smartly Xander drops down and pulls on the top rope causing GREAT SCOTT to stumble and fall to the arena floor. Xander gets to his feet proud of himself before glaring down at GREAT SCOTT who is fighting his way up to his feet on the outside.

Joe Hoffman: Xander has a wild look in his eye. What is about to happen here?

Xander turns and races towards the ropes as GREAT SCOTT gets up to his feet. Xander bounces off the ropes to pick up steam as GREAT SCOTT turns around. Xander leaps into the air for a suicide dive but GREAT SCOTT catches Xander in mid-air. The members of the Eternal Circle on the outside look concerned as GREAT SCOTT has a tight great on the Challenger. GREAT SCOTT pops his hips then hits Xander with an overhead release belly to belly suplex that launches Xander Azula into the crowd here in Nevada.

Joe Hoffman: GREAT SCOTT just suplexed Xander Azula into the audience here in the T-Mobile Arena!

The members of the Eternal Circle look on in despair as GREAT SCOTT gets up to his feet. Boettcher slides out of the ring as GREAT SCOTT steps over the steel barricade and goes after Xander. Boettcher follows behind the Champion as he finds Xander on the floor surrounded by chairs in the audience. GREAT SCOTT leans down and grabs a hold of Xander. The Champion begins to pull the man to his feet but Xander fires off shots to the body of GREAT SCOTT. The Champion of HOT VEE absorbs the blows then clubs Xander with both hands in the back which halts Azula’s momentum. Xander tries to crawl away from GREAT SCOTT but LARGE DADDY SCOTT grabs a hold of Xander by the waist. GREAT SCOTT deadlifts Xander into the air and hits him with a German suplex down onto a pile of steel chairs.

Joe Hoffman: Sickening sound of Xander’s body hitting steel. Boettcher is letting this happen only because this is the main event and it’s for the HOTv Championship. However, GREAT SCOTT needs to get Xander back into the ring to win this match.

GREAT SCOTT gets up to his feet then grabs a hold of Xander and begins leading him up the stairs in the building. Once again Xander tries to fight back with shots to the body and this time they are more effective. Xander lays in heavy right hands to the face that cause GREAT SCOTT to stagger backwards as Xander takes a few seconds to recover. However, GREAT SCOTT quickly closes the gap and hits Xander with GREAT SCOTT MUZIK flush to the chin. Xander staggers backwards and falls back against the steel rail in the middle of the steps. GREAT SCOTT feels the crowd roaring their approval behind him. GREAT SCOTT charges towards Xander but at the last second Xander drops down and hits GREAT SCOTT with a drop toe hold that sends him head first into the steel rail.

Joe Hoffman: Desperation move by Xander but it paid off and now GREAT SCOTT is busted wide open!

Xander takes a moment to get up to his feet before looking down at the bloody Champion. Xander gives GREAT SCOTT a stiff kick to the ribs that sends him tumbling down the stairs and back down to the arena floor. Xander makes his way down the steps until he reaches the arena floor. GREAT SCOTT has begun to crawl on his hands and knees towards the steel barricade. Xander pushes fans and kicks chairs out of the way as he makes his way to his opponent. Xander grabs a hold of GREAT SCOTT then lifts him into the air and drops him throat first across the steel barricade. GREAT SCOTT falls to his knees and holds his throat gasping for air. Xander grabs a hold of GREAT SCOTT and deposits him over the steel barricade. Xander climbs up onto the steel barricade then leaps off and hits GREAT SCOTT with a leg drop to the back of the head.

Joe Hoffman: This is getting tough to watch. Xander needs to just get GREAT SCOTT into the ring and make the cover. You’ve proved your point, take your title and go!

Boettcher makes his way back over the barricade as Xander gets back up to his feet. Members of the Eternal Circle begin to praise and congratulate Xander as the crowd boos loudly. Xander lifts off of the arena floor and rolls him back into the ring. Xander slides into the ring then leans back over GREAT SCOTT triumphantly as Boettcher slides in for count.

Matt Boettcher: ONE

Matt Boettcher: TWO

Matt Boettcher: THREE


Joe Hoffman: Xander got cocky thinking this was academic but GREAT SCOTT was able to get his shoulder off of the canvas!

Xander rolls off and applies a proper cover on GREAT SCOTT. Xander hooks the leg as Boettcher begins to count again.

Matt Boettcher: ONE

Matt Boettcher: TWO

Matt Boettcher: THREE!!!


Joe Hoffman: GREAT SCOTT refuses to stay down and Xander can’t believe it!

Xander pounds his fist on the canvas repeatedly in frustration as the members of the Eternal Circle all hop up onto the ring apron. The members argue with Boettcher over a slow count and demand that the senior referee awards Xander the HOTv Championship belt. Boettcher argues and tries to get the members of the Eternal Circle off of the ring apron as GREAT SCOTT begins to pull himself back up to a vertical base. GREAT SCOTT wipes the blood out of his eyes but Xander is measuring him up like a snake in the grass. Xander surges forward and hits GREAT SCOTT with a chop block to the back of the knee that crumples him down to the canvas. Satisfied, the members of the Eternal Circle all climb down off the apron as Boettcher turns his attention back to the two men in the ring.

Joe Hoffman: The Eternal Circle distracted Matt Boettcher and that gave Xander the perfect opportunity to take out one of GREAT SCOTT’s legs.

Xander gets back up to his feet then reaches down and grabs a hold of GREAT SCOTT’s bad leg after the chop block. Xander lays in some stiff kicks to the leg before trying to apply a figure four leg lock. However, GREAT SCOTT uses his good leg to kick Xander in the rear end and send him staggering towards the ropes. GREAT SCOTT fights his way up to his feet as Xander turns and charges. But GREAT SCOTT unleashes a huge clothesline that turns Xander inside out. GREAT SCOTT hobbles around trying to get blood flow back to his knee as Xander staggers back up to his feet. GREAT SCOTT grabs a hold of Xander from behind then hits him with a German suplex. A 2nd and then a 3rd German suplex follows. GREAT SCOTT leans against the top rope trying to keep his adrenaline flowing as the members of the Eternal Circle all curse the HOTv Champion. Xander wobbles back up to his feet as GREAT SCOTT turns around. GREAT SCOTT plants a boot to the midsection then hits Xander with THE SCOTTAGREE down to the canvas. GREAT SCOTT howls in pain from his knee slamming down into the canvas. Slowly, GREAT SCOTT holds his knee in pain but manages to crawl over into the cover on Xander as Boettcher slides in for the count.

Matt Boettcher: ONE

Matt Boettcher: TWO

Matt Boettcher: THREE


Joe Hoffman: GREAT SCOTT planted Xander Azula with that move but he did damage to his own knee and wasn’t able to make the cover immediately. I believe that is the only reason that Xander managed to stay alive in this match.

GREAT SCOTT and Xander both begin to climb to the feet. GREAT SCOTT goes to plant a boot to the midsection but Xander catches his foot. GREAT SCOTT hops around a bit but Xander lays in a stiff kick to the bad knee that sends GREAT SCOTT down to the canvas. Xander leans down and grabs a hold of GREAT SCOTT and pulls him back up to a vertical base. Xander grabs a hold of GREAT SCOTT by the arm and goes for a ripcord Bull Hammer Elbow.

Joe Hoffman: THE SNUB!

But GREAT SCOTT ducks the elbow. Xander however decides to fluidly try to shift into the spinning back fist.

Joe Hoffman: THE FIST OF ERIS!

That misses also, has GREAT SCOTT has been studying his opponents? Xander charges but GREAT SCOTT catches Xander and plants him down to the canvas with a spinebuster. GREAT SCOTT gets up to his feet then grabs a hold of Xander and shoves his head between his massive thighs. GREAT SCOTT grips Xander by the waist then lifts him into the air before dropping him with THE GREAT SCOTT BOMB. The members of the Eternal Circle begin slamming their hands on the ring apron trying to rally behind Xander as GREAT SCOTT gets up to his feet. LARGE DADDY SCOTT points to the top turnbuckle as the crowd goes wild.

Joe Hoffman: What is he thinking now?!?!

GREAT SCOTT steps through the ropes and slowly begins to climb the turnbuckle. The bad leg prevents GREAT SCOTT from getting to the top as easily as he would like, which allows Xander to begin to fight his way back up to his feet. Xander takes a moment to clear the cobwebs as GREAT SCOTT tries to find his balance on the top turnbuckle. GREAT SCOTT rubs the blood out of his eyes as Xander turns around in search of his opponent. GREAT SCOTT leaps off the top rope awkwardly but Xander isn’t prepared for what is about to happen.


GREAT SCOTT connects with his big move from the top rope this time that plants Xander down to the canvas. GREAT SCOTT mounts himself on top of Xander triumphantly while reaching back to hook a leg as Boettcher slides in for the count.

Matt Boettcher: ONE


Matt Boettcher: TWO

Matt Boettcher: THREE!!!!

Bryan McVay: Here is your winner… AND STILL HOTV CHAMPION… GREATTTT SCOTTTTT!!!!

GREAT SCOTT gets up to his feet as Boettcher presents him the HOTv Championship belt and raises his arm into the air. The Eternal Circle members pull a dejected Xander from the ring and lead him back up the ramp.

Joe Hoffman: Xander Azula gave GREAT SCOTT everything he could handle and then some but in the end it’s LARGE DADDY SCOTT with the impressive victory. That’s all the time we have here tonight for Chaos 012. Join us next Sunday for our go home show live from Chase Center in San Francisco, California. It’s the last Chaos before Rumble at the Rock and you won’t want to miss it! I’m Joe Hoffman and for everyone here at High Octane Wrestling, goodnight from Nevada!


Long after Chaos 012 has ended and gone off of the air we focus on the parking lot of the T-Mobile Arena here in Nevada. The back of the building is quiet other than one or two people lingering around. Mostly ring crew workers looking to pack everything up and head to San Francisco for the go home show. We zoom in on a lone figure walking along the parking lot. He has a duffle bag over his shoulder and a phone in his hand pressed up against his ear. That person is the LSD Champion Jace Parker Davidson.

Davidson: Yeah, everything went fine and I’m going to be heading to your place in Vegas here in a moment. So, will I see you in the wee hours of the night or early tomorrow morning?

Jace continues walking along the parking lot while talking on his phone.

Davidson: I know, I can’t wait to officially sign the papers on the place in Denver. We still need to do some shopping for furniture and plan out everything properly. I mean yes I’ll be in Alcatraz on the 30th but on Halloween itself? It’ll be a celebration. Just you, me, and…

Jace’s voice trails off as the sound of a vehicle approaching and a sinister cackle is heard off in the distance. He takes a moment to look over his surroundings and notices something he can’t quite make out yet.

Davidson: Let me call you back when I get to your place. Have fun tonight with your set.

Jace ends the call and places his phone back into his pocket as he cautiously steps towards whatever it is that is still approaching. After a few moments his eyes widen as a magenta colored golf cart comes into view with three women inside of it.

Davidson: What the fuck…

Jace takes a cautious step backwards as the two women in the back of the golf cart can be seen to be Michelle and Leah. Otherwise known as the Mom Squad and the person behind the wheel of the golf cart was none other than the Queen of Epicness herself Bobbinette Carey. Jace notices that Carey and her best friends have no intention of stopping the cart and begins running away.

Davidson: Fucking Hell… what is this? We aren’t even in Jacksonville!

The golf cart picks up speed until there is a loud thud and Carey and crew literally hit Jace with the moving vehicle. Jace’s body goes flying off the side and hits the pavement hard. The cart comes to a stop and all three women slowly exit the vehicle. Leah reaches into the back of the cart and pulls out an arm full of Kendo Sticks wrapped in barbed wire. She hands one to Michelle and the last one to Bobbinette herself. The three women all smirk devilishly at each other and turn their attention to the fallen LSD Champion.

Carey: Jace… in true villain form you think you broke me?

Michelle: You really underestimate women, don’t you, dude?

Leah: We got you Bobbie. What happens in Vegas though?

Jace begins to pull himself up off of the pavement. His duffle bag went flying and there is no one around to provide backup in this situation. The first Kendo Stick shot comes down onto his spine from Leah. Jace arches his back and howls in pain before Michelle hits him with a shot to the midsection with her Kendo Stick. All of the air in Jace’s body escapes in one gasp as he falls down to his knees. Jace holds his midsection in pain as he looks up into the eyes of Bobbinette Carey who grips her Kendo Stick tightly.

Bobbinette Carey: Payback’s a Bitch… this is just a taste of it.

Bobbinette rains down a very unsafe shot to the head with her Kendo Stick that busts the LSD Champion open and crumples him down to the pavement once again. Jace curls up into the fetal position as all three women go ape shit beating down The Board member with repeated shots from all three Kendo Sticks. Jace begins to cough and hack up blood as his clothing and skin become torn from the barbed wire.

Leah: This is so much fun!

Michelle: Yeah, we weren’t going to let you do this alone. I’m so proud of you, Bobbie.

The mom squad laughs, sharing this bonding moment. Bobbinette is not as talkative but smiles enjoying this with her friends. The beating continues until a very massive hand reaches out and plants itself on Michelle’s shoulder. The Mom Squad member screams bloody murder as she is yeeted half way across the parking lot against her will. Leah stops and turns to find the source of the massive hand that just tossed her friend like a ragdoll. STRONK Godson.

Leah: Listen asshole! You hurt our friend. You’re the bad guy!

Leah swings her Kendo Stick at STRONK but the three hundred pounder catches the barbed wire wrapped weapon with his bare hand and snatches it away from her. STRONK takes the Kendo Stick and snaps it like a twig over his knee. Leah screams out towards Carey as she tries to run away.

Leah: Bobbie! The big one!

STRONK reaches out and grabs a hold of Leah by her dark brown and purple hair. STRONK lifts Leah up high into the air before dropping her with a backdrop driver down to the pavement. STRONK gets up to his feet but takes a Kendo Stick shot to the back from Michelle who has hobbled her way back over towards the man that yeeted her. STRONK turns around unphased as Michelle tries to run away.

Michelle: YOU BASTARD! You like hurting women?!

STRONK grabs a hold of Michelle and lifts her up to his shoulders. STRONK with a blank expression and murderous intent drops Michelle with a Squat Rack Breaker down to the pavement. STRONK Daddy climbs back to his feet and finds Leah trying to crawl her way back to the golf cart. STRONK stalks Leah then grabs a hold of her and places her in BODY DYSMORPHIA. Leah begins convulsing as STRONK literally tries to break her in half but Bobbinette on the other hand is fixated on Jace. She grabs a hold of him by the hair and pulls his bloody body back up to a vertical base.

Bobbinette: This is what you wanted?!

Jace spits a wad of blood into Carey’s face defiantly, before a scream from Michelle turns her attention towards STRONK and the destruction he has caused. Carey kicks Jace in the balls hard as he crumbles down the pavement but the sound of a familiar voice echoes out.

Conor Fuse: You think you can just hurt innocent people whenever you want?! How about you actually try and bully someone your own size!

Everyone’s attention turns to the top of the golf cart where the former HOW World Champion has suddenly appeared. Conor has a barbed wire wrapped SNES controller in his hand. He stands as tall as he possibly can, realizing he is nowhere near as big as STRONK but wanted to sound heroic either way. STRONK lets go of Leah and gets to his feet ready to do battle with Fuse. Conor leaps off of the cart and smashes STRONK across the head with the barbed wire wrapped controller as hard as he can. STRONK drops to one knee as Conor uses the cord on the controller around the neck of his Rumble at the Rock opponent and begins to choke the life out of him.

Conor Fuse: Hey dipshit, I’m gonna show you what it’s like when you try to choke me out with the bone of a dead animal just because you choose to believe a couple of liars!

Carey begins to beat Jace repeatedly with her Kendo Stick while STRONK continues to fight for air to his massive lungs. Abdullah Choi runs out of the back entrance of the T-Mobile Arena and begins waving his arms while shouting.

Abdullah Choi: They’re out here! Hurry up! What do you all get paid for?! We have very important meal tickets… I mean wrestlers to save! There are big money matches at Rumble at the Rock that must be protected!!!

EPU members begin to file out into the parking lot quickly to try and pull all of these superstars away from each other. STRONK manages to push Conor away from him then makes his way over toward the golf cart. STRONK literally begins to lift the cart off of the ground to use as a weapon but the EPU members surround The King Stallion. Other EPU members pull Carey away from Jace and check on the two broken members of The Mom Squad. Choi walks over and begins to help the LSD Champion to his feet as we fade out for the final time.

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